I inadvertently deleted a personal album yesterday that I had only set up hours before. Before I endeavor to recreate it I wanted to see if you could restore it on your end. Thanks.
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Deleted Personal Album
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Sexy curvy wifey
What do you think?
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Celeb boobage
Hope this allowed- A well known TV presenter in the UK, out and about.. :-)
Seen on her 'appreciation' facebook group..
Seen on her 'appreciation' facebook group..
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[Non Fiction Stories - Exhibitionist] Body Paint
I had a idea the other day about having my artist friend use body paint to paint a shirt on my wife. I asked her if she would let James paint a shirt on her and if she would go out shopping that way. James is an excellent artist and the shirt would look almost real. She told me sure so I called James and he came over. I explained what I wanted him to do and he said no problem. They went into the kitchen and she sat down and removed her top so James could start. It took him about an hour and a half to complete painting her. The work he did was almost life like he ever painted wrinkles on her.
So I told her that we were going to Walmart shopping since you always see strange people in the store. It was around 8PM when we enter the store. The only thing that could give her away was her eraser size nipples which were sticking out from her breasts. We walked around I know that people were looking at her but they couldn't figure out she was truly topless. Then I would asked her to get something off the bottom shelf so when she bent down to get it her breasts would hang down that is when other men noticed that she was topless. We had a few things so I told her to check out with the only young man working the register.
On the way home I didn't want to waist the art work so I stopped at a convenience store and had her go in by her self. I told her to get two drinks for us and pay for them. I also told her that if the clerk didn't notice her she was to ask him if he liked her art work. Even if she had to make her small titties bound for him. They were the only people in the store so it should be easy for her. I guess that he didn't notice her because she cupped both her breasts for him to see. When she came out she told me that he didn't notice her so she wanted to make sure that he did.
Has anyone else tried body paint in public with a wife or girlfriend? Let me know.
So I told her that we were going to Walmart shopping since you always see strange people in the store. It was around 8PM when we enter the store. The only thing that could give her away was her eraser size nipples which were sticking out from her breasts. We walked around I know that people were looking at her but they couldn't figure out she was truly topless. Then I would asked her to get something off the bottom shelf so when she bent down to get it her breasts would hang down that is when other men noticed that she was topless. We had a few things so I told her to check out with the only young man working the register.
On the way home I didn't want to waist the art work so I stopped at a convenience store and had her go in by her self. I told her to get two drinks for us and pay for them. I also told her that if the clerk didn't notice her she was to ask him if he liked her art work. Even if she had to make her small titties bound for him. They were the only people in the store so it should be easy for her. I guess that he didn't notice her because she cupped both her breasts for him to see. When she came out she told me that he didn't notice her so she wanted to make sure that he did.
Has anyone else tried body paint in public with a wife or girlfriend? Let me know.
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Eventually, she gets new boobs
I do not know anything about this one so I shall defer to the always effervescent Chuck_C to hopefully enlighten us.
I have arranged them by date.
Part 1
I have arranged them by date.
Part 1
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[Fictional Stories - ENF] Accidental Exposure Wrestling
Accidentally Exposure Wrestling
Hikaru Shida
https://images.app.goo.gl/5NS4UsV4mTZoPbpP9
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Aja Kong
https://images.app.goo.gl/hzgAY3aiy8QDbb6W8
From time immemorial, one grappling art has stood supreme over all others. Wrestling, as practiced in the ancient world and spread through conquest, became known as the most effective means of combating a foe. It required the utmost skill and physical prowess to master, even back then this meant long hours sculpting ones body to the peak of perfection. Such that wrestling was not only violent, it was often sensual.
In the original Grecian Olympics this meant that Wrestling was done in the nude. Times change, and as more people began to engage in wrestling as a sport, a new kind of wrestler emerged: the professional.
These men (and for our interests, women) would battle it out under agreed upon rules for cash prizes and for the glory and love of the adoring crowds. While, in modern times, clothing was to be required, the inherent violent and sensual nature of the sport meant that, as the sport became modernized, more and more skin would be shown.
Then we reach today, where these mighty women warriors, crowned in their strength and beauty, battle each other in contests of skill and endurance as enraptured crowds look on approvingly. Until a titty or pussy lip pops out and those women become accidentally exposed. Because it is wrestling, and wrestling is both violent and sensual, although some encounters are more sensual than others. This is the story of such a conflict.
This is the story of:
Fight One: Hikaru Shida vs Aja Kong
The Japanese beauty stepped through the curtain and was met by a roar from the appreciative crowd. Waving happily, Hikaru Shida flashed her bright smile to the adoration of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home.
Adorned in a shiny, skin tight suit of white and red lycra and spandex tailored specifically to highlight her many physical blessings, the fetching actress, musician, and pro wrestling star strode towards the ring with purpose, her valiant heart yearning for battle. This desire to compete was reflected in her appearance.
It wasnt long before more and more onlookers noted that she had been spending extra time in the gym, as her thighs were more toned, her waist was even more trimmed, and her buttocks rested tighter and were more supple in her gorgeous outfit.
Just as there was cheering and declarations of undying love coming from the crowd, so too were there mutters of dismay. Surely the lovely Hikaru Shida, pearl of the orient, did not spend so much time and effort perfecting her physical presence with grueling workouts and exorbitant amounts of money on glittery costumes only to step into the meat grinder that was her opponent.
Aja Kong was a legendary monster of Japanese womens wrestling. A veteran of many bloody clashes, she reveled in destroying beautiful things, because she was not such a being herself. With her massive frame, pugnacious face, and her evil glare enhanced by her sheer, unadulterated bloodlust; Aja Kong was known for well over two decades as an accomplished monster of unending appetites. She ate the beautiful; and left only the husks.
For the brave Hikaru Shida, however, Aja Kongs reputation for malicious mayhem served only as fuel. The monster must be stopped, and Hikaru knew she was the woman to do it. Thus, it was that resolve that caused her to ignore her opponent as she entered the ring. She bowed to the referee and turned her back to bow to the crowd.
Before the bell had even sounded, or the referee had even given instruction, Aja launched herself at the unsuspecting Shida, and crashed in to her unaware opponent, sending the lovely young woman to the mat.
Aja roared her defiance as the crowd booed and, with cruel hands, grabbed Shidas long, shimmery locks of hair and pulled her upward. Hikaru Shida grimaced in pain, but she would not scream and give the beast the satisfaction of knowing that she was hurt. Instead, she knocked Ajas hand away and, the rules having already been broken, blasted her opponent in the face with a punch!
As Ajas head rocked back, the bell rang and the crowd oohed and ahhed as their heroine, their champion, did battle with evil incarnate.
Hikaru followed the first punch with a second, and then a third, and then a flurry that staggered Aja. The young beauty then followed those strikes up with a wild scramble towards the nearest ring ropes, which, when she threw herself into them, caused her to rebound violently towards her brutal opponent.
Just as it seemed as though both women were going to collide in the center of the ring, Hikaru leapt, and soared through the air like an angel returning to heaven; her feet met the ghastly grapplers face and knocked her down. The monster was on her back! Hikaru quickly covered her and the referee dove down to count:
One! And then Aja kicked out!
Undeterred, Hikaru quickly rose and, grimacing from the memory of her luxurious hair being pulled, grabbed Aja by her matted, mangey mane and pulled the behemoth to her feet. The effort required to do this proved too much, however, and left her too drained to defend herself from the dastardly kick leveled into her scrumptious midsection.
Oof, Hikaru cried out as she doubled over from the pain. As she looked up in the hopes that she would see the referee admonish the rule breaking Aja Kong, she was met with yet another illegal punch to the face. This one caused her jaw to creak, and she nearly fell down, but her will to see justice done would not be stopped by a mere punch, and stood to her full height, screamed, and quickly ducked a spinning backfist!
You demented she-devil, Hikaru shouted in shock. The spinning back fist was Aja Kongs finisher. A move built on a trail of ruined careers and tears of the victims; all of whom had suffered broken bones, severe concussions, lasting and permanent injuries.
Aja Kongs only reply was to smile, and all across the world female fighters woke up screaming!
Terrified at the realization that she was in mortal danger, but fighting through that fear, Hikaru Shida threw a head kick that connected. Aja Kong laughed and shrugged it off before she launched another spinning back fist!
Again, Hikaru ducked, and returned with a punch that saw Aja Kong do the same. Suddenly, both women stood in the center of the ring and traded thunderous blows until Hikaru tried to land another kick, but the wily veteran caught her leg and whipped her to the ground.
Agg! Hikarus knee was being wrenched, and before she could resist, Aja pulled the beautys shapely leg up in the air before the monster crashed down, the point of her elbow making contact just mere inches above Hikarus shrine of femininity!
The crowd showered the evil thug with boos as Aja Kong responded by standing up and raising her hands, basking in the crowds hatred. As she did that, the wounded heroine crawled along the canvas until she reached the ropes and through valiant struggle pulled herself up by the ropes in the corner.
Having sensed something amiss, Aja Kong turned back to her opponent and, upon seeing the lovely lass standing, rushed towards her with full force. At the last second Hikaru Shida moved and Aja crashed into the turnbuckle, which forced the air from her lungs and caused her legs to wobble. Aja stumbled backwards and Hikaru Shida dropped the monster with a thunderous clothesline.
With her wretched foe down, Hikaru limped to the opposite corner and waited, it did not take long. Like some ancient, terrible force of destruction, Aja sat up and Hikaru stunned her yet again with a running knee strike called a shining wizard. Our heroine then covered her for the pin.
One.
Two.
Aja got her shoulder up just in time. Hikaru knew victory was close, and so she used her remaining strength to pull Aja up to a standing position, and then that is when it happened:
Later video review (by many millions of men and quite a few women) would prove inconclusive, as several competing probable theories would emerge as to what exactly caused what has now been termed, The Spinning Back Fist Top Ripper!
One theory has it that, so beaten, Aja lacked the strength to get her fist up at the proper level to deliver her finisher, this is often questioned though because, the speed with which the spin was completed was the fastest of any of the strikes that night.
Another theory was that Aja Kong intentionally threw the strike low, as the beautiful Hikaru Shida had ducked every other attempted spinning back fist, perhaps it was thrown in anticipation of an attempted dodge.
The final theory, only whispered about on forums dedicated to such perverted matters, was that Aja, beaten and bloodied as she was, must have known her reign of terror was at an end. Yes, it was argued that Aja knew the better woman was about to win and, in order to forestall that disaster, she aimed the dreaded strike at Hikaru Shidas garment.
Whatever the reason, the result was this, Aja spun with a force heretofore unseen amongst creatures made of flesh and blood, and in so doing, her fist came in below Hikarus face and thus missed making contact, save for the Velcro clasp on Ajas fighting glove, which caught on the flower of Japans shimmery red and white lycra bralette style top, and ripped it right down the middle.
It happened so quickly neither Hikaru Shida nor anyone in the crowd knew that her top was torn. Aja did not know either, because as she finished her spin she faced away from her opponent, she only grabbed Hikaru by the hair without looking, the gesture was entirely dismissive.
This would prove to be our gentle heroines undoing. Her hair pulled, and unaware that her top had been ripped, she reached up to pry Ajas hand from her head. In so doing the tattered remains of her bralette opened and Hikaru felt the breeze cool her skin as it also caused her dark crimson nipples to stiffen.
She looked down in horror, and after having confirmed that her worst nightmare had come true, she screeched with a keening wail so intense dogs all around the arena howled with her. She then turned as Aja faced her, and as Hikaru freed her hair and made to run from the ring, Aja tried to grab her with her other hand, only Aja Kong missed, and grabbed the back of Hikaru Shidas top by mistake.
It disintegrated, and suddenly the seven second delay on the television broadcast was engaged as a fully topless pearl of the orient screamed again and ran from the ring.
Or so she tried. As she exited her feet became entangled in the ropes and when she went to jump down, her hands of course busy covering her soft, small, ripe bosoms, she fell and was turned around so that she faced the crowd and the hard camera (and I assure you the camera was hard that night). Worst of all, she also bumped her head on the ring mat which knocked her for a loop.
Uhnnn, the beautiful girl moaned groggily as her hands slipped away from her chest and the seven second delay ended at the same time.
Hot damn, look at them little titties, some uncouth lout yelled before a chorus of whistles, catcalls, jeers, and cheers reigned down on the once proud warrior.
She heard none of it. Her vision foggy, her sense of sound reduced to a muted roar, her once powerful hands could only twitch as, all around her, the once adoring crowd turned and began to mock her.
Look at those A cups!
Shes got tiny nips.
Theyre the same color as the red on her suit.
In the ring, a sneering Aja Kong paid no heed, she only walked around the ring and pointing to herself as though she already won, meanwhile the referee, who had a huge crush on Hikaru Shida fought to keep his erection under control. He had clearly seen, from only a foot away, not only the flower of Japans bare breasts, he watched them bounce and jiggle as she fled from the ring!
With no other way of ending the match so he could declare Aja the victor and tend to his fallen angel, he began to count.
It was around the count of four when the crowd became hushed, they had all noticed that with her leg caught between the ropes and her weight hanging down, the effect was that her shimmery suit was slowly sliding off of her. As the ref counted:
Four!
The only other sounds was of the moans of the once beloved, but now only lusted after, heroine Hikaru Shida.
Uhnnn. He-Help!
Five!
Her leggings slid down to expose where her taut tummy ended and her delicious waist began.
Pl-please. Her hands struggled to move then she covered her face, she knew only that she had to cover something, she was still too out of it to realize what.
Six!
Her hands shook as she placed them over her breasts. As she did that, the luscious curve of her hips came in to view.
Seven!
Her leggings had slid further, the closest fans in attendance watched, riveted as Hikaru Shidas curly black pubic hair began to peek out past the hem of her clothing.
Eight!
Hikarus wits almost fully returned, she looked out at the crowd and saw the frenzied lust there. The complete sinful desire to see every inch of her exposed. She shivered, and despite being fully conscious, moaned yet again.
Nine!
The pants slid down again, showing that Hikaru kept her private battle box neatly groomed, she had only a small strip of pubic hair.
She felt the warm, moist breeze on her pussy and realized what was happening. Unable to save herself, she could only moan:
Please!
Ten!
And then her pouty little pussy popped out! A plethora of camera flashes was there to greet its arrival on to the public stage. Ashamed and (as video evidence would later prove) intensely aroused, the beautiful Hikaru Shida could only blush as she realized that the world had seen her breasts and her maidenhood. She cried then, bitter tears of shame.
A shame so great, even her pussy wept!
The End of Fight One!
Hikaru Shida
https://images.app.goo.gl/5NS4UsV4mTZoPbpP9
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Aja Kong
https://images.app.goo.gl/hzgAY3aiy8QDbb6W8
From time immemorial, one grappling art has stood supreme over all others. Wrestling, as practiced in the ancient world and spread through conquest, became known as the most effective means of combating a foe. It required the utmost skill and physical prowess to master, even back then this meant long hours sculpting ones body to the peak of perfection. Such that wrestling was not only violent, it was often sensual.
In the original Grecian Olympics this meant that Wrestling was done in the nude. Times change, and as more people began to engage in wrestling as a sport, a new kind of wrestler emerged: the professional.
These men (and for our interests, women) would battle it out under agreed upon rules for cash prizes and for the glory and love of the adoring crowds. While, in modern times, clothing was to be required, the inherent violent and sensual nature of the sport meant that, as the sport became modernized, more and more skin would be shown.
Then we reach today, where these mighty women warriors, crowned in their strength and beauty, battle each other in contests of skill and endurance as enraptured crowds look on approvingly. Until a titty or pussy lip pops out and those women become accidentally exposed. Because it is wrestling, and wrestling is both violent and sensual, although some encounters are more sensual than others. This is the story of such a conflict.
This is the story of:
Fight One: Hikaru Shida vs Aja Kong
The Japanese beauty stepped through the curtain and was met by a roar from the appreciative crowd. Waving happily, Hikaru Shida flashed her bright smile to the adoration of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home.
Adorned in a shiny, skin tight suit of white and red lycra and spandex tailored specifically to highlight her many physical blessings, the fetching actress, musician, and pro wrestling star strode towards the ring with purpose, her valiant heart yearning for battle. This desire to compete was reflected in her appearance.
It wasnt long before more and more onlookers noted that she had been spending extra time in the gym, as her thighs were more toned, her waist was even more trimmed, and her buttocks rested tighter and were more supple in her gorgeous outfit.
Just as there was cheering and declarations of undying love coming from the crowd, so too were there mutters of dismay. Surely the lovely Hikaru Shida, pearl of the orient, did not spend so much time and effort perfecting her physical presence with grueling workouts and exorbitant amounts of money on glittery costumes only to step into the meat grinder that was her opponent.
Aja Kong was a legendary monster of Japanese womens wrestling. A veteran of many bloody clashes, she reveled in destroying beautiful things, because she was not such a being herself. With her massive frame, pugnacious face, and her evil glare enhanced by her sheer, unadulterated bloodlust; Aja Kong was known for well over two decades as an accomplished monster of unending appetites. She ate the beautiful; and left only the husks.
For the brave Hikaru Shida, however, Aja Kongs reputation for malicious mayhem served only as fuel. The monster must be stopped, and Hikaru knew she was the woman to do it. Thus, it was that resolve that caused her to ignore her opponent as she entered the ring. She bowed to the referee and turned her back to bow to the crowd.
Before the bell had even sounded, or the referee had even given instruction, Aja launched herself at the unsuspecting Shida, and crashed in to her unaware opponent, sending the lovely young woman to the mat.
Aja roared her defiance as the crowd booed and, with cruel hands, grabbed Shidas long, shimmery locks of hair and pulled her upward. Hikaru Shida grimaced in pain, but she would not scream and give the beast the satisfaction of knowing that she was hurt. Instead, she knocked Ajas hand away and, the rules having already been broken, blasted her opponent in the face with a punch!
As Ajas head rocked back, the bell rang and the crowd oohed and ahhed as their heroine, their champion, did battle with evil incarnate.
Hikaru followed the first punch with a second, and then a third, and then a flurry that staggered Aja. The young beauty then followed those strikes up with a wild scramble towards the nearest ring ropes, which, when she threw herself into them, caused her to rebound violently towards her brutal opponent.
Just as it seemed as though both women were going to collide in the center of the ring, Hikaru leapt, and soared through the air like an angel returning to heaven; her feet met the ghastly grapplers face and knocked her down. The monster was on her back! Hikaru quickly covered her and the referee dove down to count:
One! And then Aja kicked out!
Undeterred, Hikaru quickly rose and, grimacing from the memory of her luxurious hair being pulled, grabbed Aja by her matted, mangey mane and pulled the behemoth to her feet. The effort required to do this proved too much, however, and left her too drained to defend herself from the dastardly kick leveled into her scrumptious midsection.
Oof, Hikaru cried out as she doubled over from the pain. As she looked up in the hopes that she would see the referee admonish the rule breaking Aja Kong, she was met with yet another illegal punch to the face. This one caused her jaw to creak, and she nearly fell down, but her will to see justice done would not be stopped by a mere punch, and stood to her full height, screamed, and quickly ducked a spinning backfist!
You demented she-devil, Hikaru shouted in shock. The spinning back fist was Aja Kongs finisher. A move built on a trail of ruined careers and tears of the victims; all of whom had suffered broken bones, severe concussions, lasting and permanent injuries.
Aja Kongs only reply was to smile, and all across the world female fighters woke up screaming!
Terrified at the realization that she was in mortal danger, but fighting through that fear, Hikaru Shida threw a head kick that connected. Aja Kong laughed and shrugged it off before she launched another spinning back fist!
Again, Hikaru ducked, and returned with a punch that saw Aja Kong do the same. Suddenly, both women stood in the center of the ring and traded thunderous blows until Hikaru tried to land another kick, but the wily veteran caught her leg and whipped her to the ground.
Agg! Hikarus knee was being wrenched, and before she could resist, Aja pulled the beautys shapely leg up in the air before the monster crashed down, the point of her elbow making contact just mere inches above Hikarus shrine of femininity!
The crowd showered the evil thug with boos as Aja Kong responded by standing up and raising her hands, basking in the crowds hatred. As she did that, the wounded heroine crawled along the canvas until she reached the ropes and through valiant struggle pulled herself up by the ropes in the corner.
Having sensed something amiss, Aja Kong turned back to her opponent and, upon seeing the lovely lass standing, rushed towards her with full force. At the last second Hikaru Shida moved and Aja crashed into the turnbuckle, which forced the air from her lungs and caused her legs to wobble. Aja stumbled backwards and Hikaru Shida dropped the monster with a thunderous clothesline.
With her wretched foe down, Hikaru limped to the opposite corner and waited, it did not take long. Like some ancient, terrible force of destruction, Aja sat up and Hikaru stunned her yet again with a running knee strike called a shining wizard. Our heroine then covered her for the pin.
One.
Two.
Aja got her shoulder up just in time. Hikaru knew victory was close, and so she used her remaining strength to pull Aja up to a standing position, and then that is when it happened:
Later video review (by many millions of men and quite a few women) would prove inconclusive, as several competing probable theories would emerge as to what exactly caused what has now been termed, The Spinning Back Fist Top Ripper!
One theory has it that, so beaten, Aja lacked the strength to get her fist up at the proper level to deliver her finisher, this is often questioned though because, the speed with which the spin was completed was the fastest of any of the strikes that night.
Another theory was that Aja Kong intentionally threw the strike low, as the beautiful Hikaru Shida had ducked every other attempted spinning back fist, perhaps it was thrown in anticipation of an attempted dodge.
The final theory, only whispered about on forums dedicated to such perverted matters, was that Aja, beaten and bloodied as she was, must have known her reign of terror was at an end. Yes, it was argued that Aja knew the better woman was about to win and, in order to forestall that disaster, she aimed the dreaded strike at Hikaru Shidas garment.
Whatever the reason, the result was this, Aja spun with a force heretofore unseen amongst creatures made of flesh and blood, and in so doing, her fist came in below Hikarus face and thus missed making contact, save for the Velcro clasp on Ajas fighting glove, which caught on the flower of Japans shimmery red and white lycra bralette style top, and ripped it right down the middle.
It happened so quickly neither Hikaru Shida nor anyone in the crowd knew that her top was torn. Aja did not know either, because as she finished her spin she faced away from her opponent, she only grabbed Hikaru by the hair without looking, the gesture was entirely dismissive.
This would prove to be our gentle heroines undoing. Her hair pulled, and unaware that her top had been ripped, she reached up to pry Ajas hand from her head. In so doing the tattered remains of her bralette opened and Hikaru felt the breeze cool her skin as it also caused her dark crimson nipples to stiffen.
She looked down in horror, and after having confirmed that her worst nightmare had come true, she screeched with a keening wail so intense dogs all around the arena howled with her. She then turned as Aja faced her, and as Hikaru freed her hair and made to run from the ring, Aja tried to grab her with her other hand, only Aja Kong missed, and grabbed the back of Hikaru Shidas top by mistake.
It disintegrated, and suddenly the seven second delay on the television broadcast was engaged as a fully topless pearl of the orient screamed again and ran from the ring.
Or so she tried. As she exited her feet became entangled in the ropes and when she went to jump down, her hands of course busy covering her soft, small, ripe bosoms, she fell and was turned around so that she faced the crowd and the hard camera (and I assure you the camera was hard that night). Worst of all, she also bumped her head on the ring mat which knocked her for a loop.
Uhnnn, the beautiful girl moaned groggily as her hands slipped away from her chest and the seven second delay ended at the same time.
Hot damn, look at them little titties, some uncouth lout yelled before a chorus of whistles, catcalls, jeers, and cheers reigned down on the once proud warrior.
She heard none of it. Her vision foggy, her sense of sound reduced to a muted roar, her once powerful hands could only twitch as, all around her, the once adoring crowd turned and began to mock her.
Look at those A cups!
Shes got tiny nips.
Theyre the same color as the red on her suit.
In the ring, a sneering Aja Kong paid no heed, she only walked around the ring and pointing to herself as though she already won, meanwhile the referee, who had a huge crush on Hikaru Shida fought to keep his erection under control. He had clearly seen, from only a foot away, not only the flower of Japans bare breasts, he watched them bounce and jiggle as she fled from the ring!
With no other way of ending the match so he could declare Aja the victor and tend to his fallen angel, he began to count.
It was around the count of four when the crowd became hushed, they had all noticed that with her leg caught between the ropes and her weight hanging down, the effect was that her shimmery suit was slowly sliding off of her. As the ref counted:
Four!
The only other sounds was of the moans of the once beloved, but now only lusted after, heroine Hikaru Shida.
Uhnnn. He-Help!
Five!
Her leggings slid down to expose where her taut tummy ended and her delicious waist began.
Pl-please. Her hands struggled to move then she covered her face, she knew only that she had to cover something, she was still too out of it to realize what.
Six!
Her hands shook as she placed them over her breasts. As she did that, the luscious curve of her hips came in to view.
Seven!
Her leggings had slid further, the closest fans in attendance watched, riveted as Hikaru Shidas curly black pubic hair began to peek out past the hem of her clothing.
Eight!
Hikarus wits almost fully returned, she looked out at the crowd and saw the frenzied lust there. The complete sinful desire to see every inch of her exposed. She shivered, and despite being fully conscious, moaned yet again.
Nine!
The pants slid down again, showing that Hikaru kept her private battle box neatly groomed, she had only a small strip of pubic hair.
She felt the warm, moist breeze on her pussy and realized what was happening. Unable to save herself, she could only moan:
Please!
Ten!
And then her pouty little pussy popped out! A plethora of camera flashes was there to greet its arrival on to the public stage. Ashamed and (as video evidence would later prove) intensely aroused, the beautiful Hikaru Shida could only blush as she realized that the world had seen her breasts and her maidenhood. She cried then, bitter tears of shame.
A shame so great, even her pussy wept!
The End of Fight One!
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[Fictional Stories - Cheating] The postman's last day
It was my last day, and I was feeling good. I looked good for 65, and was looking forward to spending most of my time in Vera Playa Spain, a sea side town where I had an apartment. It was supposed be me and my wife, but sadly she had run off with the singer of one of the local bands where we had bought our retirement apartment. Stephen was taller than me.Slimmer, better looking, loaded, and she once told me he has a bigger cock than mine. Other than that, I couldn't see what she saw in him.But we still got on really well.So well in fact that we actually had sex at least once on every holiday I had there. And I would soon be spending a lot more holidays there.Something to look forward to. I didn't know if he knew, but I didn't care. He was the reason my marriage had split up.
So here I was delivering my last few letters. I had deliberately left this road last. I had received a few little presents and vouchers from some of the nice people I delivered to, and I suspected Olivia would have something for me.She was lovely. She was about 46, two decades younger than me, but was sexy as hell. Her hair color changed with the weather, but she had fabulous tits, and usually wore a low top, and trousers.
She often offered me a cup of tea,especially if it was cold. And if it was raining, she always let me dry off, or wait till a shower of rain passed. Her husband was a different kettle of fish altogether. A real ill mannered clown. How he ever ended up with Olivia I'll never know. He wasn't overly good looking, and I never liked him, and he certainly didn't like me. He even once drove through a puddle soaking me. And they were always rowing. I always told her she could do better.
Anyway, I got to her house, my last delivery, and was glad to see his car was not there. And I was even more glad when she opened door and gave me a big hug. I was hoping her big tits would be on show , but she had a large housecoat on,his I think, but I got a great feel of them as she hugged me. She asked me if I fancied a fry up, as a goodbye present. I happily said yes, and followed her in.
I walked in behind her, disappointed she was in a housecoat and not a tight pair of trousers like she usually wore, so I couldn't see her sexy round ass. I was always an ass man and I loved hers. Not small, but a lovely shape, just the way I liked asses. She already had two plates out , but to be honest the food was a little cold. She had said she was going to get something to drink, tea or coffee I presumed, but a piece of cold toast came flying out of my mouth when she turned around. She had a beer in each hand, and her blue house coat had opened, revealing she was naked underneath.
She laughed at my shocked face and sat down beside me putting a beer in front of me.She smiled and half pulled her gown across, leaving more on show than was hidden.
She said she was sorry the food was cold and asked if I wanted anything else instead.
I told her she was beautiful and sexy as hell, but I couldn't let her cheat,even if her husband was a plonker.She told me it was his idea. I told her I found that hard to believe. She said that wasn't the only hard thing but it was true. I looked down and saw my trousers had bulged noticeably. She swore it was her husbands idea, and I stopped arguing as she kissed me, and my hand automatically went up to her beautiful breast, feeling her hard as rock nipple. I heard her moan and she took my hand and brought me to her sitting room.
I sat down in the corner seat and she helped me strip. I got a thrill when she lowered my underwear and smiled broadly as she saw my cock. She kissed me again, and I said wait a second and let me wet my cock. She said she would do it,hen lowered her mouth on to my pre cum leaking cock. I gasped, it felt amazing.She only sucked me for a short time though.I was obviously disappointed, and she saw this. She told me to be patient. She swung her leg over and straddled me, sliding easily down my shaft. Again I gasped. She moved up and down,again and again, alternating speed from sensually slow, to excited speed. After a few minutes, I told her if she didn't stop I would cum.
She said her first, and we swapped places. She pushed my head down to her soaking pussy and I licked it greedily. I put my finger in her pussy moving it in and out quickly. I stopped licking and she moved her own hand down to rub her clitoris. Her pussy was very wet so I put another finger in.She moaned but didn't complain.
Her head was back, and she was moving her had furiously. I moved the middle finger on my other had to her ass but she said no. I rubbed her there instead of entering, and she allowed this. She appeared to love in fact, and soon came loudly,gently pushing my hands, my fingers away. When she stopped, she grabbed my head,pushing it toward her dripping pussy. I didn't need any instructions, and licked clean the most beautiful pussy I ever ate.
She quickly came again, quieter this time,pulling my hair hard. She stood up, and I complained playfully that I had not cum. She turned toward me, moving slightly around her long sofa, bending over, hands on the side, her beautiful ass sticking out. She told me she could go again if I could. I definitely could. Within seconds I was sliding my hard cock in her pussy, and I roughly fucked her, caring only for my orgasm.Soon I squeezed her tit from behind and screamed as I came. She encouraged me ,pushing backwards, clearly loving it. I felt 20 years younger.
I pulled back,still semi hard. She sat on the side of the sofa and kissed me tenderly. She cupped my balls and told me that was lovely. It felt so good, but unfortunately I was getting smaller by the second.
She tied her dressing gown around her as I dressed. I walked to the door and turned as I walked out, and she kissed me again, not caring if the neighbors saw us.
As I walked away I turned and asked her if it was really her husbands idea. She told me yes, that she had asked him if they should give me a tip on my retirement. She said she had replied "fuck him". She said breakfast had been her idea. I laughed. She then said now that I was retired, if I ever saw her husbands car not there, I should knock in. After all she said, "I still owe you breakfast".
So here I was delivering my last few letters. I had deliberately left this road last. I had received a few little presents and vouchers from some of the nice people I delivered to, and I suspected Olivia would have something for me.She was lovely. She was about 46, two decades younger than me, but was sexy as hell. Her hair color changed with the weather, but she had fabulous tits, and usually wore a low top, and trousers.
She often offered me a cup of tea,especially if it was cold. And if it was raining, she always let me dry off, or wait till a shower of rain passed. Her husband was a different kettle of fish altogether. A real ill mannered clown. How he ever ended up with Olivia I'll never know. He wasn't overly good looking, and I never liked him, and he certainly didn't like me. He even once drove through a puddle soaking me. And they were always rowing. I always told her she could do better.
Anyway, I got to her house, my last delivery, and was glad to see his car was not there. And I was even more glad when she opened door and gave me a big hug. I was hoping her big tits would be on show , but she had a large housecoat on,his I think, but I got a great feel of them as she hugged me. She asked me if I fancied a fry up, as a goodbye present. I happily said yes, and followed her in.
I walked in behind her, disappointed she was in a housecoat and not a tight pair of trousers like she usually wore, so I couldn't see her sexy round ass. I was always an ass man and I loved hers. Not small, but a lovely shape, just the way I liked asses. She already had two plates out , but to be honest the food was a little cold. She had said she was going to get something to drink, tea or coffee I presumed, but a piece of cold toast came flying out of my mouth when she turned around. She had a beer in each hand, and her blue house coat had opened, revealing she was naked underneath.
She laughed at my shocked face and sat down beside me putting a beer in front of me.She smiled and half pulled her gown across, leaving more on show than was hidden.
She said she was sorry the food was cold and asked if I wanted anything else instead.
I told her she was beautiful and sexy as hell, but I couldn't let her cheat,even if her husband was a plonker.She told me it was his idea. I told her I found that hard to believe. She said that wasn't the only hard thing but it was true. I looked down and saw my trousers had bulged noticeably. She swore it was her husbands idea, and I stopped arguing as she kissed me, and my hand automatically went up to her beautiful breast, feeling her hard as rock nipple. I heard her moan and she took my hand and brought me to her sitting room.
I sat down in the corner seat and she helped me strip. I got a thrill when she lowered my underwear and smiled broadly as she saw my cock. She kissed me again, and I said wait a second and let me wet my cock. She said she would do it,hen lowered her mouth on to my pre cum leaking cock. I gasped, it felt amazing.She only sucked me for a short time though.I was obviously disappointed, and she saw this. She told me to be patient. She swung her leg over and straddled me, sliding easily down my shaft. Again I gasped. She moved up and down,again and again, alternating speed from sensually slow, to excited speed. After a few minutes, I told her if she didn't stop I would cum.
She said her first, and we swapped places. She pushed my head down to her soaking pussy and I licked it greedily. I put my finger in her pussy moving it in and out quickly. I stopped licking and she moved her own hand down to rub her clitoris. Her pussy was very wet so I put another finger in.She moaned but didn't complain.
Her head was back, and she was moving her had furiously. I moved the middle finger on my other had to her ass but she said no. I rubbed her there instead of entering, and she allowed this. She appeared to love in fact, and soon came loudly,gently pushing my hands, my fingers away. When she stopped, she grabbed my head,pushing it toward her dripping pussy. I didn't need any instructions, and licked clean the most beautiful pussy I ever ate.
She quickly came again, quieter this time,pulling my hair hard. She stood up, and I complained playfully that I had not cum. She turned toward me, moving slightly around her long sofa, bending over, hands on the side, her beautiful ass sticking out. She told me she could go again if I could. I definitely could. Within seconds I was sliding my hard cock in her pussy, and I roughly fucked her, caring only for my orgasm.Soon I squeezed her tit from behind and screamed as I came. She encouraged me ,pushing backwards, clearly loving it. I felt 20 years younger.
I pulled back,still semi hard. She sat on the side of the sofa and kissed me tenderly. She cupped my balls and told me that was lovely. It felt so good, but unfortunately I was getting smaller by the second.
She tied her dressing gown around her as I dressed. I walked to the door and turned as I walked out, and she kissed me again, not caring if the neighbors saw us.
As I walked away I turned and asked her if it was really her husbands idea. She told me yes, that she had asked him if they should give me a tip on my retirement. She said she had replied "fuck him". She said breakfast had been her idea. I laughed. She then said now that I was retired, if I ever saw her husbands car not there, I should knock in. After all she said, "I still owe you breakfast".
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[Non Fiction Stories - Voyeur] Girls have ALWAYS made me spunk in my pants
Theres nothing I love better than looking at a pic of a bare girl posing (cleavage, bikini, or raised skirt and knickers) and rubbing up and down on my knob. Nothing that is apart from when a girl makes me cum in my pants, just like that, hands-free.
All I ever wanted to do was look. 50-odd years of girl-worship and Ive got a vast collection of mags, pics, videos and photos of girls, 1000s and 1000s of worship sheets, mag covers I make up, worship videos, stories, poems, and all sorts of other worship material Ive done for the Goddesses I worship, and still do. Im a confirmed, solo-sex pervert girl-worshipping wanker.
My first real pants-spunk was when I was 19. Id never seen girls really show, apart from in my magazines, and by then I already had a substantial collection.
There was a leaving do for this bloke at our place, and we ended up at this club, and immediately I felt out of place and very nervous. The waitresses were all sexy dressed, like Id never seen before apart from in my mags, and on stage they had entertainment, including dancing girls.
I didnt know where to look, and while everyone else was talking and eating, I was feeling very out of it. Then She came on stage, Miss Vicky. She had on a sort of tasselly bikini and wrapped a sort of feathery scarf round Herself. Id never seen a girl so bare in all my wanking life, apart from in my mags.
I was so mesmerised as She danced and showed, Her lovely big bosoms spellbinding me, that Id forgotten where I was. I could feel I was very stiff in my pants but Id never felt the feeling in my tip before, which was like a burning sensation that got hotter and hotter and hotter. Miss Vicky danced and danced, and I gawped at Her in a trance, and then that burning feeling turned to exquisite ecstasy as a long stream of pre-cum ran out my tip and soaked into my underpants, and then a jolt went through me as knobby started to pump into my pants, making me bounce up and down in my seat as my buttocks contracted violently with each shot of spunk.
I dont know if I yelped when I started to shoot, or whether I moaned as She made me cum in my pants, and after what seemed like ages I was subsiding, and then She was leaving the stage and cold reality came over me I was bound to have been seen, people would know I was some sort of pervert, wanker, weirdo, Id be the butt of mockery, Id lose my job.
But as I looked around, terrified of seeing all those shocked faces, the blokes were all talking loudly to each other, no-one looking at the stage, and a big rush of relief came over me. Then I smelt the strong wafts of spunk coming up from below, and looked down to see a very big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, that beautiful Miss Vicky had made me do. I couldnt believe Id been so lucky as to see a girl that undressed for real.
I got up to leave, and though it was pretty dark in the club I was very nervous the waitresses would see Id wet my pants with cum, and call the bouncers to chuck me out. For all I knew they were on the look-out for this sort of thing perverts creeping into the club to ogle the girls and spunk their pants and creep off again.
There have been many other times over the years when a girl has made me spunk my pants, including seeing girls dance and show on telly, like the RSG dancers, girls on telly doing up suspenders or wearing bikinis, lovely girls on TV like Miss Kate Lawler wearing minis and showing Her knix a lot, Miss Sally James in Tiswas think of any sexy girl on telly over the last 40-odd years and chances are at some point this wanker (me) would have been watching Her and filling his pants with cum.
Seeing girls dance go-go for real, seeing girls sexy-dressed, the cleavage barmaid Ill never ever forget, skimpy-dressed barmaids in the pub in Derbyshire, the girls who worked in the peep-show booths in Soho, Miss Debbie in Aphrodite when She wore a miniskirt in Her magazine shop, girls at work in their micro-minidresses, girls going clubbing in low-cut tops or tight jumpers and/or micro-miniskirts, girls in pubs showing their knix all made me cum in my pants.
I saw ads for amateur photo sessions featuring the goddesses I worshipped, but I couldnt go, cause those girls made me spunk my pants just looking at their pics just imagine at the session, everyone seeing pervert Graham shuddering and wetting his pants and trousers seeing the girls pose! Id be chucked out and mocked!
Once I was in my 40s, I did see Miss Lisa pose, the first girl I ever saw pose. She made me cum in my pants the first time I saw Her, and that was the first time ever I saw a girl deliberately showing, and the first time I openly spunked my pants in front of a girl and She knew. I wasnt expecting to see Her pose, and would never have had the nerve to ask normally, but after She sold me spare pics from Her studio, then pics of Herself, thats what happened next. Normally Id be able to hide it when She made me spunk my pants, as Id had years of practice doing that, but She took me completely by surprise, and then it was much easier for me to ask to see Her pose again.
Of course She made me cum in my pants in front of Her many, many times, as I worshipped Her for about 7 years. I even did it looking at Her photos sometimes. Ill be uploading a video of Miss Lisa making me spunk my pants at Worship Sessions to my Yahoo Group for Her soon.
I found other girls in the Sport who said I could see them pose, and I arrived at Miss Caseys place in Peterborough in my dirty mac and perv gear, and Her receptionist took me in to see Miss Casey. I was stunned to see Her on a sofa, Her legs tucked underneath Her, wearing a short skirt, and I could see up to Her knix. She had on a lovely low-cut top too.
I went into a trance and was gawping at lovely Miss Casey, my eyes wide and mouth open. I was already erect. Do you like what you see?! asked Miss Casey. I just nodded, my face now burning red. I could feel little squirts of pre-cum jetting into my pants and with my mac open as it always was, guessed Miss Casey would be able to see a damp patch at the tip of the bulge.
Better look some more then She laughed. I flushed even more, and I was fixated on Her.
Are my tits nice for you?! She asked, looking down at Her cleavage and adjusting it.
I moaned a long low ohhhhhhhhhh and my head started to nod as I pumped into my underpants and the glistening mounds of spunk welled up through my trousers and soaked back in, making a long wet streak down the front of them. I always wear those jogger bottoms type trousers as they are very absorbent and show the spunk almost instantly you pump it into your pants.
Are you ok? She asked when Id finished. I nodded, and She said we must do that again, Ive got lots of short skirts. Would you like that? I managed to croak yes Miss, and then I was heading for the door.
I made sure my mac was fully opened as I walked up to the receptionist, pausing to make sure She could see the big wet patch of spunk on my trousers. I was hoping Shed say something, like oh your pants are all wet! but She didnt, just smiled and said goodbye! cheerily.
2 or 3 weeks later I was shown into Miss Caseys studio again. She was wearing jeans and to begin with didnt have a skirt with Her, but went to borrow one.
She came back a couple of minutes later holding a short skirt, and started to take Her jeans off. I looked away, and after a few minutes She said you can look now.
Id brought my case this time, full of lots of well-used mags, including the ones Id done for Miss Lisa. Id been made bolder by what happened last time, and wanted to really show Miss Casey what a perv I was, and Id opened the case on the bed so She would see what was in it when She came back in the room.
She knelt on the bed in Her mini, looking oh so lovely, so curvy, Her hips, Her legginess, and Her lovely top. She picked out one of the Miss Lisa mags, which was about 6 thick, it was so full of tissues. She opened it at a page, pulling the tissues aside to see the spunk-stained photo underneath and my very pervy captions and cartoons.
I pulled the back of the case towards me and pressed up against it, soon trembling so much the case was rattling, and as Miss Casey read my pervy mag, I went into my trance, gawping at Her.
Immediately I could feel the spunk rising up from my balls, I was quivering all over, the case was rattling, I started to go oh, oh as I was leaking in my pants, and then I was convulsing in perv ecstasy as Miss Casey made me start to spunk my pants, my head was nodding forward in time to the shots and I was just going oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Pathetic!
Then I was subsiding, and stepped back from the case, knowing She would see my big wet patch and loving that. As She put my Miss Lisa mag back in my case, She said youve spunked all over yourself! Theres nothing better than when a lovely Girlie-Goddess makes you spunk your pants openly in front of Her!
I saw Miss Donna pose twice. Her ad said She was 42 25 36, She was quite tall, a lovely black girl. I arrived and Miss Donna was with a client, and there was a TV repairman working on the telly. Her receptionist told me to take a seat and I placed my case full of dirty mags next to me.
Miss Donna came out to talk to the TV bloke, and I was stunned. She was wearing a low-cut top which She just BULGED out of, and a short skirt. These were just like day clothes, but revealing and very exciting for a wanker a wankers dream in fact, and I should know!
When it came to my turn, I was standing there with my knob poking out my wank-trouser and a damp patch at the tip thats how worked up I was having seen Her cleavage and thinking longingly about being allowed to ogle Her.
She placed my case on the bench and opened it, looking at the contents which were obviously what an utter pervert would have in his case. My mac was open and I put my hands through the holes in my mac pockets and pulled my wank trousers back gently to hold my knob up against me. Then, my dream, I just ogled.
In 30 or 40 seconds my head was nodding and I was pumping spunk into my pants in front of Her, trying not to moan too much. She was quite surprised THAT didnt take long! She laughed. I explained I only saw cleavage for real rarely and how lovely She was, I couldnt hold it etc etc.
Then I had the pure joy of walking back to the receptionist with a great long streak of cum down the front of my trousers, and She said very cheerfully bye Graham! I went back a week or so later, and Miss Donna made me do it again, just as quickly, joyfully, gratefully.
Then in my 60s I was allowed to see three goddesses pose, professional glamour/nude models, one of whom was Miss Danica. All of them made me cum in my pants, but discreetly. Im still seeing Miss Leigh pose and show every so often, and though She knows She makes me cum in my pants and laughs about that a lot, I havent had the nerve yet to do it openly in front of Her, though I send Her videos of my wet patch for Her amusement, and also videos of me cumming in my pants. Last time I played the video of my wet patch to Her and Her model friend. How they laughed at this pathetic wanker!
Once I opened a Parade at the counter as I was paying for the mags and it opened at a spread of Miss Judy, who was driving me nuts at that time with Her bit tit posing, squashing all the time, and I did it in my pants instantly, right in front of the lady, but Im not sure She noticed.
I was allowed to make phone calls to the girls I was worshipping a few times, including Miss Lisa. Then I could say the things I couldnt when I was in their presence, nothing nasty, just pathetic pervy things like its so lovely seeing you pose Miss, you make me spunk in my pants, and if I was lucky Shed call me a wanker. Lovely conversations like that always ended up with me wetting my pants with cum.
Sometimes girls make me pants-spunk instantly, like the very first time with Miss Lisa. That can happen too when Im turning the pages and suddenly theres a fabulous goddess doing such a lovely pose I just erupt into my pants.
But a lot of the time, its gradual, and theres no feeling like that. Like those times with a spread of pics by Miss Donna (Miss Danica) in a magazine. Ill be very stiff looking at the first pic, and turning the page means more loud moaning as I see the lovely pose Shes doing, see Her showing Her curves, seeing Her smiling, and I talk to Her too, telling Her She makes me cum in my pants all the time, calling Her a goddess and a spunk queen, and all the while I leak in my pants, by this time quivering all over.
There is just the gentlest pressure on knobby, just the weight of the mag, but She is so lovely and Her poses so lovely that my pants are already very damp with pre-cum, and Im more or less out of control, going oh oh oh oh non-stop. Turn the page and a stream of pre-cum runs into my underpants, I know Im not going to get any further and I just moan and moan like a sick cow as She has me right on the verge of ecstasy.
Then a big jolt goes through me and I yelp as knobby pumps a big gob of spunk into my pants, and Im bouncing up and down in my seat for all to see as my buttocks contract and my head jerks forward in time to the shots of spunk going into my pants. Shes making me give out these pathetic little cries of perv ecstasy as She makes me cum in my pants, and theres a big wet patch of cum spreading across the front of my wank trousers, adding another stain to the many already there.
Years later I was able to tell Miss Danica all about that!
I also told Her Shed made me do it in my pants seeing Her pose at the Worship Session too (Shed guessed I had, knowing Her outfit She was posing in was too much for me).
Miss Jessica wound me up about my pants-spunking at Worship Sessions with Her, saying things like Ive made you wet your pants Graham! and you can only last about 4 pictures and you spunk in your pants! laughing a lot as She did.
Very special to hear that when Im standing there with my pants already wet with cum after Shes made me do it in my pants. I was always very discreet about it, but when I look at the video of the Session and what Shes saying to me at the exact moment Im doing it in my pants, its uncanny, She always seems to know. Lovely.
Im on the verge of doing it, seeing Her sitting looking at my laptop, showing stocking-tops and wearing a lovely low-cut top. Shes watching one of my worship videos featuring Her and the cartoon of me going into ecstasy and wetting his pants in front of Her (my dream of course). She laughs all the time, and then says spunk spunk spunk! Graham spunking in his pants! Its the exact moment when Shes making me do it, Ive watched it on the video 100s of times how does She know?! Probably hearing me croak as I try to answer what Shes saying.
That has to be the best pants-spunk of all time!
Girls in magazines who made me spunk my pants 1000s of times -
Miss Donna Ambrose (once in the shop before Id even bought the mag!), Miss Ann Day, Miss Ann Marie, Miss Arlene Bell, Miss Autumn, Miss Becky, Miss Beth Berenson, Miss Billy-Jo, Miss Brenda, Miss Debbie Jordan, Miss Candy K, Miss Candy M, Miss Caroline, Miss Chloe, Miss Clyda, Miss Danuta, Miss Darlene, Miss Debbie Linden, Miss Debbie Quorel, Miss Debby Ashby, Miss Dee Dee, Miss Devon, Miss Donna Ewin, Miss Ebony, Miss Eva Tundi, Miss Elaine Collins, Miss Faith Stevens, Miss Gail McKenna, Miss Gee Whizz, Miss Georgia Jackson, Miss Gerri Reeves, Miss Gillian Pearl, Miss Harriet, Miss Hilda, Miss Isla, Miss Jane Frawley, Miss Janine Oldfield, Miss Jennie Lea Harris, Miss Jessica Turner, Miss Joan Brinkman, Miss Joanne Latham, Miss Judy Conway once in the shop with Her mag on the counter as I was paying for it, in front of the lady! - Miss Julie Collins, Miss Julie Harrison, Miss Julie Williams, Miss Karen Partington, Miss Karen Wing, Miss Karen Brennan, Miss Kelly Kay, Miss Kelly Stewart, Miss Kerry Marie, Miss Lane Weldon, Miss Laura Sands, Miss Leigh Gallagher, Miss Linda West, Miss Linsey Dawn McKenzie (once in the shop before Id even bought the mag!), Miss Lisa D, Miss Lisa Mathews, Miss Lisa Phillips, Miss Lisa Shannon, Miss Lorraine, Miss Lorraine Burnett, Miss Louise Leeds, Miss Lu Varley, Miss Maria Whittaker, Miss Margeret 44 Middleton, Miss Mary Waters, Miss Mel Penny, Miss Michelle Monaghan, Miss Michelle Willings, Miss Milly, Miss Mishka, Miss Monique, Miss Natalie Banus, Miss Nika, Miss Nilli, Miss Pam Brown, Miss Paula Page, Miss Pauline Hickey, Miss Penny, Miss Rhonda Baxter, Miss Robin, Miss Rosalie, Miss Rosina, Miss Sally Booth, Miss Sally Douglas (and in the cinema too!), Miss Sharon Day, Miss Shona, Miss Stacey Middlemass, Miss Stacey Owen, Miss Starr Murphy, Miss Sue Alexander, Miss Susie Shaw, Miss Suzanne, Miss Sylvia, Miss Toby, Miss Tracy Gibb, Miss Tracy Neve, Miss Tracey M, Miss Tracey West, Miss Valerie, Miss Vanessa, Miss Vicky Kennedy (in the cinema too!), Miss Virginia Bell, Miss Virginia Felsome, Miss Yuma, and quite a few others, all made me, some many, many times sometimes even before Id got the mag to the counter to pay for it!
Downloading pics of these girls made me do it in my pants Miss Lorna Morgan, and She did in mags too, Miss Amanda White, Miss Angela White, Miss Ashley, Miss Bettie, Miss Brooke, Miss Cassandra, Miss Christina model, Miss Christina UK, Miss Christine, Miss Bubbly Blonde, Miss Danni, Miss Demi, Miss Elise, Miss Elle Faye, Miss Emma (TH site), Miss Ewa, Miss Faith, Miss Gianna, Miss Gwen DDD, Miss Hayden, Miss Ines, Miss Jadan, Miss Jenny, Miss Jessica Mistress, Miss Joanne Legshow Jo, Miss Katrina, Miss Kirsty Blue, Miss Lacey, Miss Robyn Alexander, Miss Satin, Miss Sierra, Miss Sonia, Miss Sophie, Miss Spice, and quite a few others.
All I ever wanted to do was look. 50-odd years of girl-worship and Ive got a vast collection of mags, pics, videos and photos of girls, 1000s and 1000s of worship sheets, mag covers I make up, worship videos, stories, poems, and all sorts of other worship material Ive done for the Goddesses I worship, and still do. Im a confirmed, solo-sex pervert girl-worshipping wanker.
My first real pants-spunk was when I was 19. Id never seen girls really show, apart from in my magazines, and by then I already had a substantial collection.
There was a leaving do for this bloke at our place, and we ended up at this club, and immediately I felt out of place and very nervous. The waitresses were all sexy dressed, like Id never seen before apart from in my mags, and on stage they had entertainment, including dancing girls.
I didnt know where to look, and while everyone else was talking and eating, I was feeling very out of it. Then She came on stage, Miss Vicky. She had on a sort of tasselly bikini and wrapped a sort of feathery scarf round Herself. Id never seen a girl so bare in all my wanking life, apart from in my mags.
I was so mesmerised as She danced and showed, Her lovely big bosoms spellbinding me, that Id forgotten where I was. I could feel I was very stiff in my pants but Id never felt the feeling in my tip before, which was like a burning sensation that got hotter and hotter and hotter. Miss Vicky danced and danced, and I gawped at Her in a trance, and then that burning feeling turned to exquisite ecstasy as a long stream of pre-cum ran out my tip and soaked into my underpants, and then a jolt went through me as knobby started to pump into my pants, making me bounce up and down in my seat as my buttocks contracted violently with each shot of spunk.
I dont know if I yelped when I started to shoot, or whether I moaned as She made me cum in my pants, and after what seemed like ages I was subsiding, and then She was leaving the stage and cold reality came over me I was bound to have been seen, people would know I was some sort of pervert, wanker, weirdo, Id be the butt of mockery, Id lose my job.
But as I looked around, terrified of seeing all those shocked faces, the blokes were all talking loudly to each other, no-one looking at the stage, and a big rush of relief came over me. Then I smelt the strong wafts of spunk coming up from below, and looked down to see a very big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, that beautiful Miss Vicky had made me do. I couldnt believe Id been so lucky as to see a girl that undressed for real.
I got up to leave, and though it was pretty dark in the club I was very nervous the waitresses would see Id wet my pants with cum, and call the bouncers to chuck me out. For all I knew they were on the look-out for this sort of thing perverts creeping into the club to ogle the girls and spunk their pants and creep off again.
There have been many other times over the years when a girl has made me spunk my pants, including seeing girls dance and show on telly, like the RSG dancers, girls on telly doing up suspenders or wearing bikinis, lovely girls on TV like Miss Kate Lawler wearing minis and showing Her knix a lot, Miss Sally James in Tiswas think of any sexy girl on telly over the last 40-odd years and chances are at some point this wanker (me) would have been watching Her and filling his pants with cum.
Seeing girls dance go-go for real, seeing girls sexy-dressed, the cleavage barmaid Ill never ever forget, skimpy-dressed barmaids in the pub in Derbyshire, the girls who worked in the peep-show booths in Soho, Miss Debbie in Aphrodite when She wore a miniskirt in Her magazine shop, girls at work in their micro-minidresses, girls going clubbing in low-cut tops or tight jumpers and/or micro-miniskirts, girls in pubs showing their knix all made me cum in my pants.
I saw ads for amateur photo sessions featuring the goddesses I worshipped, but I couldnt go, cause those girls made me spunk my pants just looking at their pics just imagine at the session, everyone seeing pervert Graham shuddering and wetting his pants and trousers seeing the girls pose! Id be chucked out and mocked!
Once I was in my 40s, I did see Miss Lisa pose, the first girl I ever saw pose. She made me cum in my pants the first time I saw Her, and that was the first time ever I saw a girl deliberately showing, and the first time I openly spunked my pants in front of a girl and She knew. I wasnt expecting to see Her pose, and would never have had the nerve to ask normally, but after She sold me spare pics from Her studio, then pics of Herself, thats what happened next. Normally Id be able to hide it when She made me spunk my pants, as Id had years of practice doing that, but She took me completely by surprise, and then it was much easier for me to ask to see Her pose again.
Of course She made me cum in my pants in front of Her many, many times, as I worshipped Her for about 7 years. I even did it looking at Her photos sometimes. Ill be uploading a video of Miss Lisa making me spunk my pants at Worship Sessions to my Yahoo Group for Her soon.
I found other girls in the Sport who said I could see them pose, and I arrived at Miss Caseys place in Peterborough in my dirty mac and perv gear, and Her receptionist took me in to see Miss Casey. I was stunned to see Her on a sofa, Her legs tucked underneath Her, wearing a short skirt, and I could see up to Her knix. She had on a lovely low-cut top too.
I went into a trance and was gawping at lovely Miss Casey, my eyes wide and mouth open. I was already erect. Do you like what you see?! asked Miss Casey. I just nodded, my face now burning red. I could feel little squirts of pre-cum jetting into my pants and with my mac open as it always was, guessed Miss Casey would be able to see a damp patch at the tip of the bulge.
Better look some more then She laughed. I flushed even more, and I was fixated on Her.
Are my tits nice for you?! She asked, looking down at Her cleavage and adjusting it.
I moaned a long low ohhhhhhhhhh and my head started to nod as I pumped into my underpants and the glistening mounds of spunk welled up through my trousers and soaked back in, making a long wet streak down the front of them. I always wear those jogger bottoms type trousers as they are very absorbent and show the spunk almost instantly you pump it into your pants.
Are you ok? She asked when Id finished. I nodded, and She said we must do that again, Ive got lots of short skirts. Would you like that? I managed to croak yes Miss, and then I was heading for the door.
I made sure my mac was fully opened as I walked up to the receptionist, pausing to make sure She could see the big wet patch of spunk on my trousers. I was hoping Shed say something, like oh your pants are all wet! but She didnt, just smiled and said goodbye! cheerily.
2 or 3 weeks later I was shown into Miss Caseys studio again. She was wearing jeans and to begin with didnt have a skirt with Her, but went to borrow one.
She came back a couple of minutes later holding a short skirt, and started to take Her jeans off. I looked away, and after a few minutes She said you can look now.
Id brought my case this time, full of lots of well-used mags, including the ones Id done for Miss Lisa. Id been made bolder by what happened last time, and wanted to really show Miss Casey what a perv I was, and Id opened the case on the bed so She would see what was in it when She came back in the room.
She knelt on the bed in Her mini, looking oh so lovely, so curvy, Her hips, Her legginess, and Her lovely top. She picked out one of the Miss Lisa mags, which was about 6 thick, it was so full of tissues. She opened it at a page, pulling the tissues aside to see the spunk-stained photo underneath and my very pervy captions and cartoons.
I pulled the back of the case towards me and pressed up against it, soon trembling so much the case was rattling, and as Miss Casey read my pervy mag, I went into my trance, gawping at Her.
Immediately I could feel the spunk rising up from my balls, I was quivering all over, the case was rattling, I started to go oh, oh as I was leaking in my pants, and then I was convulsing in perv ecstasy as Miss Casey made me start to spunk my pants, my head was nodding forward in time to the shots and I was just going oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Pathetic!
Then I was subsiding, and stepped back from the case, knowing She would see my big wet patch and loving that. As She put my Miss Lisa mag back in my case, She said youve spunked all over yourself! Theres nothing better than when a lovely Girlie-Goddess makes you spunk your pants openly in front of Her!
I saw Miss Donna pose twice. Her ad said She was 42 25 36, She was quite tall, a lovely black girl. I arrived and Miss Donna was with a client, and there was a TV repairman working on the telly. Her receptionist told me to take a seat and I placed my case full of dirty mags next to me.
Miss Donna came out to talk to the TV bloke, and I was stunned. She was wearing a low-cut top which She just BULGED out of, and a short skirt. These were just like day clothes, but revealing and very exciting for a wanker a wankers dream in fact, and I should know!
When it came to my turn, I was standing there with my knob poking out my wank-trouser and a damp patch at the tip thats how worked up I was having seen Her cleavage and thinking longingly about being allowed to ogle Her.
She placed my case on the bench and opened it, looking at the contents which were obviously what an utter pervert would have in his case. My mac was open and I put my hands through the holes in my mac pockets and pulled my wank trousers back gently to hold my knob up against me. Then, my dream, I just ogled.
In 30 or 40 seconds my head was nodding and I was pumping spunk into my pants in front of Her, trying not to moan too much. She was quite surprised THAT didnt take long! She laughed. I explained I only saw cleavage for real rarely and how lovely She was, I couldnt hold it etc etc.
Then I had the pure joy of walking back to the receptionist with a great long streak of cum down the front of my trousers, and She said very cheerfully bye Graham! I went back a week or so later, and Miss Donna made me do it again, just as quickly, joyfully, gratefully.
Then in my 60s I was allowed to see three goddesses pose, professional glamour/nude models, one of whom was Miss Danica. All of them made me cum in my pants, but discreetly. Im still seeing Miss Leigh pose and show every so often, and though She knows She makes me cum in my pants and laughs about that a lot, I havent had the nerve yet to do it openly in front of Her, though I send Her videos of my wet patch for Her amusement, and also videos of me cumming in my pants. Last time I played the video of my wet patch to Her and Her model friend. How they laughed at this pathetic wanker!
Once I opened a Parade at the counter as I was paying for the mags and it opened at a spread of Miss Judy, who was driving me nuts at that time with Her bit tit posing, squashing all the time, and I did it in my pants instantly, right in front of the lady, but Im not sure She noticed.
I was allowed to make phone calls to the girls I was worshipping a few times, including Miss Lisa. Then I could say the things I couldnt when I was in their presence, nothing nasty, just pathetic pervy things like its so lovely seeing you pose Miss, you make me spunk in my pants, and if I was lucky Shed call me a wanker. Lovely conversations like that always ended up with me wetting my pants with cum.
Sometimes girls make me pants-spunk instantly, like the very first time with Miss Lisa. That can happen too when Im turning the pages and suddenly theres a fabulous goddess doing such a lovely pose I just erupt into my pants.
But a lot of the time, its gradual, and theres no feeling like that. Like those times with a spread of pics by Miss Donna (Miss Danica) in a magazine. Ill be very stiff looking at the first pic, and turning the page means more loud moaning as I see the lovely pose Shes doing, see Her showing Her curves, seeing Her smiling, and I talk to Her too, telling Her She makes me cum in my pants all the time, calling Her a goddess and a spunk queen, and all the while I leak in my pants, by this time quivering all over.
There is just the gentlest pressure on knobby, just the weight of the mag, but She is so lovely and Her poses so lovely that my pants are already very damp with pre-cum, and Im more or less out of control, going oh oh oh oh non-stop. Turn the page and a stream of pre-cum runs into my underpants, I know Im not going to get any further and I just moan and moan like a sick cow as She has me right on the verge of ecstasy.
Then a big jolt goes through me and I yelp as knobby pumps a big gob of spunk into my pants, and Im bouncing up and down in my seat for all to see as my buttocks contract and my head jerks forward in time to the shots of spunk going into my pants. Shes making me give out these pathetic little cries of perv ecstasy as She makes me cum in my pants, and theres a big wet patch of cum spreading across the front of my wank trousers, adding another stain to the many already there.
Years later I was able to tell Miss Danica all about that!
I also told Her Shed made me do it in my pants seeing Her pose at the Worship Session too (Shed guessed I had, knowing Her outfit She was posing in was too much for me).
Miss Jessica wound me up about my pants-spunking at Worship Sessions with Her, saying things like Ive made you wet your pants Graham! and you can only last about 4 pictures and you spunk in your pants! laughing a lot as She did.
Very special to hear that when Im standing there with my pants already wet with cum after Shes made me do it in my pants. I was always very discreet about it, but when I look at the video of the Session and what Shes saying to me at the exact moment Im doing it in my pants, its uncanny, She always seems to know. Lovely.
Im on the verge of doing it, seeing Her sitting looking at my laptop, showing stocking-tops and wearing a lovely low-cut top. Shes watching one of my worship videos featuring Her and the cartoon of me going into ecstasy and wetting his pants in front of Her (my dream of course). She laughs all the time, and then says spunk spunk spunk! Graham spunking in his pants! Its the exact moment when Shes making me do it, Ive watched it on the video 100s of times how does She know?! Probably hearing me croak as I try to answer what Shes saying.
That has to be the best pants-spunk of all time!
Girls in magazines who made me spunk my pants 1000s of times -
Miss Donna Ambrose (once in the shop before Id even bought the mag!), Miss Ann Day, Miss Ann Marie, Miss Arlene Bell, Miss Autumn, Miss Becky, Miss Beth Berenson, Miss Billy-Jo, Miss Brenda, Miss Debbie Jordan, Miss Candy K, Miss Candy M, Miss Caroline, Miss Chloe, Miss Clyda, Miss Danuta, Miss Darlene, Miss Debbie Linden, Miss Debbie Quorel, Miss Debby Ashby, Miss Dee Dee, Miss Devon, Miss Donna Ewin, Miss Ebony, Miss Eva Tundi, Miss Elaine Collins, Miss Faith Stevens, Miss Gail McKenna, Miss Gee Whizz, Miss Georgia Jackson, Miss Gerri Reeves, Miss Gillian Pearl, Miss Harriet, Miss Hilda, Miss Isla, Miss Jane Frawley, Miss Janine Oldfield, Miss Jennie Lea Harris, Miss Jessica Turner, Miss Joan Brinkman, Miss Joanne Latham, Miss Judy Conway once in the shop with Her mag on the counter as I was paying for it, in front of the lady! - Miss Julie Collins, Miss Julie Harrison, Miss Julie Williams, Miss Karen Partington, Miss Karen Wing, Miss Karen Brennan, Miss Kelly Kay, Miss Kelly Stewart, Miss Kerry Marie, Miss Lane Weldon, Miss Laura Sands, Miss Leigh Gallagher, Miss Linda West, Miss Linsey Dawn McKenzie (once in the shop before Id even bought the mag!), Miss Lisa D, Miss Lisa Mathews, Miss Lisa Phillips, Miss Lisa Shannon, Miss Lorraine, Miss Lorraine Burnett, Miss Louise Leeds, Miss Lu Varley, Miss Maria Whittaker, Miss Margeret 44 Middleton, Miss Mary Waters, Miss Mel Penny, Miss Michelle Monaghan, Miss Michelle Willings, Miss Milly, Miss Mishka, Miss Monique, Miss Natalie Banus, Miss Nika, Miss Nilli, Miss Pam Brown, Miss Paula Page, Miss Pauline Hickey, Miss Penny, Miss Rhonda Baxter, Miss Robin, Miss Rosalie, Miss Rosina, Miss Sally Booth, Miss Sally Douglas (and in the cinema too!), Miss Sharon Day, Miss Shona, Miss Stacey Middlemass, Miss Stacey Owen, Miss Starr Murphy, Miss Sue Alexander, Miss Susie Shaw, Miss Suzanne, Miss Sylvia, Miss Toby, Miss Tracy Gibb, Miss Tracy Neve, Miss Tracey M, Miss Tracey West, Miss Valerie, Miss Vanessa, Miss Vicky Kennedy (in the cinema too!), Miss Virginia Bell, Miss Virginia Felsome, Miss Yuma, and quite a few others, all made me, some many, many times sometimes even before Id got the mag to the counter to pay for it!
Downloading pics of these girls made me do it in my pants Miss Lorna Morgan, and She did in mags too, Miss Amanda White, Miss Angela White, Miss Ashley, Miss Bettie, Miss Brooke, Miss Cassandra, Miss Christina model, Miss Christina UK, Miss Christine, Miss Bubbly Blonde, Miss Danni, Miss Demi, Miss Elise, Miss Elle Faye, Miss Emma (TH site), Miss Ewa, Miss Faith, Miss Gianna, Miss Gwen DDD, Miss Hayden, Miss Ines, Miss Jadan, Miss Jenny, Miss Jessica Mistress, Miss Joanne Legshow Jo, Miss Katrina, Miss Kirsty Blue, Miss Lacey, Miss Robyn Alexander, Miss Satin, Miss Sierra, Miss Sonia, Miss Sophie, Miss Spice, and quite a few others.
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Andys Surprising Day: A story featuring Emma
Hi all. Ive talked about my wife Emma and the dares she does in the non fiction section. I thought Id try my hand at some fiction.
This story features my wife Emma. Its fictional but it features a scenario Id love to be true!
If anyone wants to read some true stories about Emma, theyre here: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...d.php?t=227641
As said, this is my first try at fiction so Id appreciate feedback if anyone wants to leave any! Thanks. And hope you enjoy!
Andy couldn't wait for the day to finish. He was working a temporary job as a delivery driver for Morrison's online. He'd been on since 5am and his deliveries were running behind all day. It wasn't his fault. There had been an hour's delay in the delivery at the depot that morning, then another hour for everything to get packaged and loaded onto his van. As a result, every delivery he made was at least two hours later than the customer had asked for.
Naturally, the customers took it out on him. Despite the fact that they'd all been contacted and apologies had been made, people were b*tching to him about it all day. His apologies for the inconvenience fell on deaf ears. Fucking customers! He couldn't wait for two weeks time when this job would finish and he could head back for his final year at university. He'd have jacked it in weeks ago if he didn't need the money.
He looked at his Sat Nav. Less than a mile until the final delivery of that day. It was 4pm. He should have finished over two hours ago. It was a boiling hot day and the sun was shining. He'd wanted to spend the afternoon chilling with a beer in the garden, but he'd missed most of the day's good weather. Though it was still hot now, it would be evening before he was home.
He pulled up outside the address of the final delivery. Big house in a leafy suburb with a long drive. A woman's name on the delivery. A total of over £200 worth of shopping, which would mean at least 8 boxes to carry down her driveway. "Great" he thought. "Another lazy, rich b*tch who probably doesn't need to get a job, but still can't be arsed to go out and get her own fucking shopping!" With a sigh, he turned off the engine and opened the back doors of the van and began unloading. One heavy box by one, he made the long trip up the driveway and stacked them by the front door.
When he was finally done, he pressed the doorbell and waited. No answer. He pressed it again, checking he could hear that it was definitely working. Still no-one appeared. He banged hard on the door's knocker.
He was ready to scream in frustration. He'd carried all these fucking boxes and now she wasn't even in! He bent over to pick the first box up, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to carry it all back to the van and spend ages back at the depot filling out the paperwork that went with a failed delivery.
Suddenly, he realised there was someone coming to the door. The door was solid wood but had a small window at eye level with obscured glass in it. He could see movement. He prayed he wasn't going to get moaned at for the millionth time today. The door opened. Andy's eyes nearly popped out.
Standing at the door was a slim blonde woman in her late 30s - over ten years older than he was. She was wearing bikini bottoms and gripping a small towel over her top half. As far as he could see, that was all she had on. The towel was tiny. She was having to pull it tightly together to prevent it coming open and showing everything!
She smiled at him. "Hi. I'm so sorry, have you been ringing on the doorbell? I've been out in the back garden and can't hear it from there!"
"Errr....yeah," said Andy. "But it's ok...erm...I'm so sorry I'm late, we had a problem with the delivery at the depot."
She smiled again. "Oh don't worry about that, I've been in all day anyway. My kids are at friends houses and my husband isn't back until later so I've been enjoying the time to myself!"
She gestured down at the towel. "I'm so sorry about this!" she said. "I was in the back and when I heard the bang on the door I couldn't find my top. I didn't want to miss you." She laughed, seeming a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, it's OK" Andy replied, not knowing how else to respond. Couldn't find her top??? Naughty b*tch, she must have been sunbathing with her tits out!
"Errr.....do you want me to help you carry this in?" He was hoping the answer would be yes. Some of the other guys he worked with told stories about how the interactions they'd supposedly had with the bored housewives they made deliveries to. Andy wrote them all off as bullshit. Fantasies, dreamed up by sad bastards with no chance of actually scoring with a real woman. He doubted anything would actually happen here, but the sight of this MILF struggling to hold a little towel over her tits was enjoyable and he didn't want this unexpected treat to end just yet.
"Oh yes, if you wouldn't mind" she said. "I don't have two free hands at the moment! My name's Emma by the way."
"Andy" he said.
She turned away and led him down the hall to the kitchen, Andy following with the first box.
"You have a lovely house Emma" Andy said.
"Thanks!" she replied. "We've just finished it. It was a state when we bought it. It's taken us nearly two years to do it up." She gestured at the kitchen's huge central island. "Just put the box on there please."
Andy put it down and headed back down the hall for the next ones. One by one, he brought them down and left them on the island.
When he'd put the last one down he noticed that she'd managed to secure the towel properly, so she wasn't having to hold it with one hand any more. Even so, it looked like it was struggling. Her boobs were squeezed together, forming a beautiful cleavage.
"Right that's the last one," he said. "Do you have any bags or boxes to return?"
She shook her head. "Thanks so much for that. Can I get you a drink at all? You look like you're hot."
"Errr yes please," said Andy. "Something cold, better not be alcoholic though, I'm driving."
She smiled again. She was fit. Slim, long blonde hair, blue eyes. And from what he could see, a decent pair of tits on her.
"I'll get you something cold then" she said.
And it was then that it happened. Something Andy couldn't believe. A rare piece of luck.
As she reached up to open a cupboard and take a cup out, the towel pinged open and fell to the floor. Her boobs sprang free. Andy got a full eyeful.
Emma opened her mouth and let out a small shriek of embarrassment. She crossed her arms over her front, trying her best to cover up but not quite managing.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, trying to cover her boobs with one arm and trying to pick up the towel with the other.
"It's OK!" Andy said, trying to save her embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I should have offered to get the drink myself."
Emma was still struggling to cover herself up, fumbling with the towel, trying to tie a knot in the front but not succeeding. "Oh God this is so embarrassing!" she cried.
Andy edged forwards. His cock was rock hard now, heart thumping.
"I'll get the cup myself" he said, moving towards where Emma was. She was still trying and failing to get the towel tied.
He stopped right next to her and looked at her. She looked back at him.
"I don't think that towel is going to stay on," he said. "I've seen them now anyway....you might as well leave it off."
He put his hands up to hers and gently pulled them down. She didn't resist. Her arms came forwards and the towel dropped to the floor, her boobs coming free again.
"You've got an amazing body," Andy said. "Best I've seen for a while."
Emma smiled but said nothing. Andy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back.
He needed no further encouragement. This wasn't turning out to be a bad day after all! He kissed her harder and more passionately now, sticking his tongue into her mouth. His hands moved up and grabbed her tits, groping them hard as they kissed.
He broke away and bent forward to her tits. They were a decent size, at least a D cup he guessed. She had big pink nipples which stood erect and large bumpy areolas. He opened his mouth and closed it round one of them, sucking and then flicking it with his tongue. He reached up and took the other one in his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling on it, Emma gasping and breathing heavily.
Andy stood up, took his shirt off and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them down, his hard cock springing out to attention. Emma looked him in the eyes, smiled and got to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him expertly.
"Fuck, yes!" he gasped. This felt good. A married MILF at least ten years older than him on her knees sucking his cock. He was going to make the most of this.
Emma took her mouth off his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip of his bellend, then back down again. Then she grabbed his cock in her hand and moved her head down. She took one of his bollocks right into her mouth and sucked it hard as she rubbed his cock.
"Agggh," Andy moaned, squirming slightly. It was almost painful, but it felt good.
He pulled away from her and looked down at this horny, willing housewife. "Stand up," he said. She stood before him and he grabbed her around her waist and sat her on the kitchen island. She was wearing black bikini bottoms with ties at the side. He pulled each one to undo them and threw the bottoms to one side. Her pussy was shaved bare, just the way he liked it.
He leaned in. He parted her pussy lips, noticing she was already wet. The dirty b*tch! His tongue flicked around her labia, tasting her sweetness, then he leaned in to get it further inside her.
"Oh God that's good!" cried Emma, screwing her eyes up. "Yes, please keep going!"
She was leaning backwards, moaning in pleasure and arching her back. "Christ, she's going to be easy to please!" Andy thought to himself. He carried on flicking his tongue in and around her pussy and as it wasn't long before she was yelling out, cumming.
He grinned and stood up. She smiled back at him. "I want you inside me. Now!" she ordered. She got off the island and walked round to a table. She bent over across the table, her bum sticking out towards him.
Andy didn't need asking twice. He went round and stood behind her. He positioned his cock next to her wet pussy and slid in with ease.
She groaned in pleasure as he slid the full way in. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard, taking all of the day's frustrations out on her. She moaned as she was pushed back and forth like a helpless fuck-toy. Her tits swung out in front of her in time with his thrusts, slapping noisily against her tummy. Andy loved that noise and pushed even harder and quicker.
Emma started groaning again with each thrust. Andy could tell she was getting close again and didn't let up. Soon, she was yelling again and bucking her hips forward, cumming for a second time. "Fuck, what a horny b*tch!" Andy thought. "Let's find out how naughty she really is!"
He slowed down his thrusts now and looked down at her bum cheeks, which were spread wide open. She had a neat, clean and tight looking bum hole. None of his previous girlfriends had let him near theirs. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
He licked his middle finger and positioned it at her hole. He circled it round and Emma jerked a little in surprise.
"Ooooh" she cried. "You naughty boy!" She giggled.
Andy didn't need further encouragement. He pulled out of her and knelt down. He leant in and stuck his tongue onto her bumhole, flicking the tip around. She tasted good.
"Oh!" Emma moaned.
When she was nice and wet, Andy stood up again. He positioned the head of his cock at her bum hole, checking she didn't object. She didnt. She moved her hands back and parted her cheeks so her bum was stretched open.
He wiggled the head of his cock up and down as he gently pushed forwards, making sure it was going in as smoothly as possible. He felt resistance at first, but soon enough Emma's bum hole was letting the tip of his cock in. She groaned as he strecthed her wider and pushed forwards, going all the way in.
"Oh fuck that feels amazing" gasped Emma. "Keep going!"
He didn't need asking twice and thrusted back and forth. Fuck, she was tight! Her face was screwed up and she was moaning and groaning, but not resisting. He thrusted harder and faster. Her boobs were swinging back and forth again as she was helplessly buggered across her kitchen table. She was going to cum again.
Andy felt himself pass the point of no return now. He'd held off as long as could but he could stop it no longer. He shot his cum hard into her arsehole while Emma screamed as she came once again. Andy collapsed forward and leant on her, they both panted as they recovered.
A short while later, Emma stood up and moved over to grab some tissues from behind the sink. She wiped his cum from her bumhole and threw Andy's clothes at him.
"You have to go now" she said. "My husband could be back any minute".
Andy quickly started getting dressed. The last thing he wanted now was a fight with an angry husband! As soon as he had his trousers on, Emma was pushing him out of the kitchen and down the hallway. She was still naked.
Andy fumbled, trying to get his shirt on.
"Well.....can I have your number so I can call you?" he said, puzzled by her sudden change in temperament.
"Nope," she said. "You're not going to be doing that." She'd opened the door now. "Thanks for the fuck, but you need to leave now."
And with that, she'd ushered him out the door and slammed it.
Andy shook his head, puzzled. But he grinned as he headed down the long driveway. Today hadn't turned out that bad after all!
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Inside the house behind the closed door, Emma smiled. That had felt good! She turned round and walked back down the hallway to the kitchen. She looked up at the smoke detector on the ceiling and smiled. Then she picked up her mobile and called her husband.
"Hi, it's me. I did it....Yes, with the Morrison's delivery driver.....Young guy, early twenties I'd say. I did the towel drop........He was shy at first, but not for long......Yes, over the kitchen table.......Inside my bum."
She smiled at her husbands excited reaction.
"Yes, I'd already guessed I'll be getting fucked again when you get in! Shall we watch watch the hidden camera footage while we do? I made sure the smoke detector one was running!"
THE END!
This story features my wife Emma. Its fictional but it features a scenario Id love to be true!
If anyone wants to read some true stories about Emma, theyre here: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...d.php?t=227641
As said, this is my first try at fiction so Id appreciate feedback if anyone wants to leave any! Thanks. And hope you enjoy!
Andy couldn't wait for the day to finish. He was working a temporary job as a delivery driver for Morrison's online. He'd been on since 5am and his deliveries were running behind all day. It wasn't his fault. There had been an hour's delay in the delivery at the depot that morning, then another hour for everything to get packaged and loaded onto his van. As a result, every delivery he made was at least two hours later than the customer had asked for.
Naturally, the customers took it out on him. Despite the fact that they'd all been contacted and apologies had been made, people were b*tching to him about it all day. His apologies for the inconvenience fell on deaf ears. Fucking customers! He couldn't wait for two weeks time when this job would finish and he could head back for his final year at university. He'd have jacked it in weeks ago if he didn't need the money.
He looked at his Sat Nav. Less than a mile until the final delivery of that day. It was 4pm. He should have finished over two hours ago. It was a boiling hot day and the sun was shining. He'd wanted to spend the afternoon chilling with a beer in the garden, but he'd missed most of the day's good weather. Though it was still hot now, it would be evening before he was home.
He pulled up outside the address of the final delivery. Big house in a leafy suburb with a long drive. A woman's name on the delivery. A total of over £200 worth of shopping, which would mean at least 8 boxes to carry down her driveway. "Great" he thought. "Another lazy, rich b*tch who probably doesn't need to get a job, but still can't be arsed to go out and get her own fucking shopping!" With a sigh, he turned off the engine and opened the back doors of the van and began unloading. One heavy box by one, he made the long trip up the driveway and stacked them by the front door.
When he was finally done, he pressed the doorbell and waited. No answer. He pressed it again, checking he could hear that it was definitely working. Still no-one appeared. He banged hard on the door's knocker.
He was ready to scream in frustration. He'd carried all these fucking boxes and now she wasn't even in! He bent over to pick the first box up, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to carry it all back to the van and spend ages back at the depot filling out the paperwork that went with a failed delivery.
Suddenly, he realised there was someone coming to the door. The door was solid wood but had a small window at eye level with obscured glass in it. He could see movement. He prayed he wasn't going to get moaned at for the millionth time today. The door opened. Andy's eyes nearly popped out.
Standing at the door was a slim blonde woman in her late 30s - over ten years older than he was. She was wearing bikini bottoms and gripping a small towel over her top half. As far as he could see, that was all she had on. The towel was tiny. She was having to pull it tightly together to prevent it coming open and showing everything!
She smiled at him. "Hi. I'm so sorry, have you been ringing on the doorbell? I've been out in the back garden and can't hear it from there!"
"Errr....yeah," said Andy. "But it's ok...erm...I'm so sorry I'm late, we had a problem with the delivery at the depot."
She smiled again. "Oh don't worry about that, I've been in all day anyway. My kids are at friends houses and my husband isn't back until later so I've been enjoying the time to myself!"
She gestured down at the towel. "I'm so sorry about this!" she said. "I was in the back and when I heard the bang on the door I couldn't find my top. I didn't want to miss you." She laughed, seeming a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, it's OK" Andy replied, not knowing how else to respond. Couldn't find her top??? Naughty b*tch, she must have been sunbathing with her tits out!
"Errr.....do you want me to help you carry this in?" He was hoping the answer would be yes. Some of the other guys he worked with told stories about how the interactions they'd supposedly had with the bored housewives they made deliveries to. Andy wrote them all off as bullshit. Fantasies, dreamed up by sad bastards with no chance of actually scoring with a real woman. He doubted anything would actually happen here, but the sight of this MILF struggling to hold a little towel over her tits was enjoyable and he didn't want this unexpected treat to end just yet.
"Oh yes, if you wouldn't mind" she said. "I don't have two free hands at the moment! My name's Emma by the way."
"Andy" he said.
She turned away and led him down the hall to the kitchen, Andy following with the first box.
"You have a lovely house Emma" Andy said.
"Thanks!" she replied. "We've just finished it. It was a state when we bought it. It's taken us nearly two years to do it up." She gestured at the kitchen's huge central island. "Just put the box on there please."
Andy put it down and headed back down the hall for the next ones. One by one, he brought them down and left them on the island.
When he'd put the last one down he noticed that she'd managed to secure the towel properly, so she wasn't having to hold it with one hand any more. Even so, it looked like it was struggling. Her boobs were squeezed together, forming a beautiful cleavage.
"Right that's the last one," he said. "Do you have any bags or boxes to return?"
She shook her head. "Thanks so much for that. Can I get you a drink at all? You look like you're hot."
"Errr yes please," said Andy. "Something cold, better not be alcoholic though, I'm driving."
She smiled again. She was fit. Slim, long blonde hair, blue eyes. And from what he could see, a decent pair of tits on her.
"I'll get you something cold then" she said.
And it was then that it happened. Something Andy couldn't believe. A rare piece of luck.
As she reached up to open a cupboard and take a cup out, the towel pinged open and fell to the floor. Her boobs sprang free. Andy got a full eyeful.
Emma opened her mouth and let out a small shriek of embarrassment. She crossed her arms over her front, trying her best to cover up but not quite managing.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, trying to cover her boobs with one arm and trying to pick up the towel with the other.
"It's OK!" Andy said, trying to save her embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I should have offered to get the drink myself."
Emma was still struggling to cover herself up, fumbling with the towel, trying to tie a knot in the front but not succeeding. "Oh God this is so embarrassing!" she cried.
Andy edged forwards. His cock was rock hard now, heart thumping.
"I'll get the cup myself" he said, moving towards where Emma was. She was still trying and failing to get the towel tied.
He stopped right next to her and looked at her. She looked back at him.
"I don't think that towel is going to stay on," he said. "I've seen them now anyway....you might as well leave it off."
He put his hands up to hers and gently pulled them down. She didn't resist. Her arms came forwards and the towel dropped to the floor, her boobs coming free again.
"You've got an amazing body," Andy said. "Best I've seen for a while."
Emma smiled but said nothing. Andy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back.
He needed no further encouragement. This wasn't turning out to be a bad day after all! He kissed her harder and more passionately now, sticking his tongue into her mouth. His hands moved up and grabbed her tits, groping them hard as they kissed.
He broke away and bent forward to her tits. They were a decent size, at least a D cup he guessed. She had big pink nipples which stood erect and large bumpy areolas. He opened his mouth and closed it round one of them, sucking and then flicking it with his tongue. He reached up and took the other one in his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling on it, Emma gasping and breathing heavily.
Andy stood up, took his shirt off and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them down, his hard cock springing out to attention. Emma looked him in the eyes, smiled and got to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him expertly.
"Fuck, yes!" he gasped. This felt good. A married MILF at least ten years older than him on her knees sucking his cock. He was going to make the most of this.
Emma took her mouth off his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip of his bellend, then back down again. Then she grabbed his cock in her hand and moved her head down. She took one of his bollocks right into her mouth and sucked it hard as she rubbed his cock.
"Agggh," Andy moaned, squirming slightly. It was almost painful, but it felt good.
He pulled away from her and looked down at this horny, willing housewife. "Stand up," he said. She stood before him and he grabbed her around her waist and sat her on the kitchen island. She was wearing black bikini bottoms with ties at the side. He pulled each one to undo them and threw the bottoms to one side. Her pussy was shaved bare, just the way he liked it.
He leaned in. He parted her pussy lips, noticing she was already wet. The dirty b*tch! His tongue flicked around her labia, tasting her sweetness, then he leaned in to get it further inside her.
"Oh God that's good!" cried Emma, screwing her eyes up. "Yes, please keep going!"
She was leaning backwards, moaning in pleasure and arching her back. "Christ, she's going to be easy to please!" Andy thought to himself. He carried on flicking his tongue in and around her pussy and as it wasn't long before she was yelling out, cumming.
He grinned and stood up. She smiled back at him. "I want you inside me. Now!" she ordered. She got off the island and walked round to a table. She bent over across the table, her bum sticking out towards him.
Andy didn't need asking twice. He went round and stood behind her. He positioned his cock next to her wet pussy and slid in with ease.
She groaned in pleasure as he slid the full way in. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard, taking all of the day's frustrations out on her. She moaned as she was pushed back and forth like a helpless fuck-toy. Her tits swung out in front of her in time with his thrusts, slapping noisily against her tummy. Andy loved that noise and pushed even harder and quicker.
Emma started groaning again with each thrust. Andy could tell she was getting close again and didn't let up. Soon, she was yelling again and bucking her hips forward, cumming for a second time. "Fuck, what a horny b*tch!" Andy thought. "Let's find out how naughty she really is!"
He slowed down his thrusts now and looked down at her bum cheeks, which were spread wide open. She had a neat, clean and tight looking bum hole. None of his previous girlfriends had let him near theirs. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
He licked his middle finger and positioned it at her hole. He circled it round and Emma jerked a little in surprise.
"Ooooh" she cried. "You naughty boy!" She giggled.
Andy didn't need further encouragement. He pulled out of her and knelt down. He leant in and stuck his tongue onto her bumhole, flicking the tip around. She tasted good.
"Oh!" Emma moaned.
When she was nice and wet, Andy stood up again. He positioned the head of his cock at her bum hole, checking she didn't object. She didnt. She moved her hands back and parted her cheeks so her bum was stretched open.
He wiggled the head of his cock up and down as he gently pushed forwards, making sure it was going in as smoothly as possible. He felt resistance at first, but soon enough Emma's bum hole was letting the tip of his cock in. She groaned as he strecthed her wider and pushed forwards, going all the way in.
"Oh fuck that feels amazing" gasped Emma. "Keep going!"
He didn't need asking twice and thrusted back and forth. Fuck, she was tight! Her face was screwed up and she was moaning and groaning, but not resisting. He thrusted harder and faster. Her boobs were swinging back and forth again as she was helplessly buggered across her kitchen table. She was going to cum again.
Andy felt himself pass the point of no return now. He'd held off as long as could but he could stop it no longer. He shot his cum hard into her arsehole while Emma screamed as she came once again. Andy collapsed forward and leant on her, they both panted as they recovered.
A short while later, Emma stood up and moved over to grab some tissues from behind the sink. She wiped his cum from her bumhole and threw Andy's clothes at him.
"You have to go now" she said. "My husband could be back any minute".
Andy quickly started getting dressed. The last thing he wanted now was a fight with an angry husband! As soon as he had his trousers on, Emma was pushing him out of the kitchen and down the hallway. She was still naked.
Andy fumbled, trying to get his shirt on.
"Well.....can I have your number so I can call you?" he said, puzzled by her sudden change in temperament.
"Nope," she said. "You're not going to be doing that." She'd opened the door now. "Thanks for the fuck, but you need to leave now."
And with that, she'd ushered him out the door and slammed it.
Andy shook his head, puzzled. But he grinned as he headed down the long driveway. Today hadn't turned out that bad after all!
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Inside the house behind the closed door, Emma smiled. That had felt good! She turned round and walked back down the hallway to the kitchen. She looked up at the smoke detector on the ceiling and smiled. Then she picked up her mobile and called her husband.
"Hi, it's me. I did it....Yes, with the Morrison's delivery driver.....Young guy, early twenties I'd say. I did the towel drop........He was shy at first, but not for long......Yes, over the kitchen table.......Inside my bum."
She smiled at her husbands excited reaction.
"Yes, I'd already guessed I'll be getting fucked again when you get in! Shall we watch watch the hidden camera footage while we do? I made sure the smoke detector one was running!"
THE END!
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