Future of Porn

I have always had an interest in photography that went beyond the enjoyment of looking at nude pictures in Playboy.

So last fall, I decided to take a course offered through the community college in photography. We did a number of different subjects in the course and one of the outside assignments was to do a series on a human subject. I talked Nancy, a gorgeous brunette that works with me into being my model. At work, I’m known as a kind and quiet man who is “safe” but not particularly exciting. I have never been very aggressive with woman and am sort of plain looking.

Nancy knew that she was safe and that all I wanted were some nice pictures. She agreed after I promised that she could have copies. She wore a blue evening dress and had her hair styled specially (also an expense I absorbed) for the session. It went smoothly with me taking two rolls of film of her doing close-up and glamour shots. After developing the pictures in the class, I took copies to work for Nancy and she was so pleased she showed them to all our coworkers.

I got lots of praise for the work from both my coworkers and the class.

A month later, Christine (another coworker) approached me and asked if I would photograph her. I agreed and asked to bring what she wanted to pose in to my house that Saturday. Christine is a tall, very slender brunette with an extremely tight body and a small chest. She is very quiet and reserved at work. I rented some extra lights and set up a backdrop in my basement (I hope to add a darkroom too).

Christine showed up wearing workout clothes with a small bag. She said that she wanted to start of in that so we went straight to work. I talked her through a number of poses. After I was done with the first roll, she went to the bathroom to change. She came out in a tiny strapless orange bikini. My mouth dropped to the floor. I regained my composure and we went back to work. I had her pose many ways being sure to get a couple closeups for myself and a couple with her facing away from the camera (what a hiney!). After two roles of film , Christine went back to the bathroom and changed back into her work out clothes. She thanked me and told me she was looking forward to seeing the pictures.

I stopped by Christine’s desk on Wednesday (I had borrowed a friends darkroom to develop the pictures) and gave her the pictures. She left them in the envelope and said that she would look at them later. I can’t blame her for not wanting the whole office drooling over her in a bikini. Thursday, she came by my desk to thank me again and to ask if I would do some more. I agreed to have her come over again Saturday (who wouldn’t!) for another session.

Saturday morning, I once again set up my equipment for the shoot. Needless to say I was quite excited. Christine showed up at 10:00 wearing another workout suit and carrying her bag again. This time she excused herself and went straight to the bathroom to change. I played around with the equipment wondering what type of surprises she might have for me today. I was hoping that she might have brought along another bikini. She came out of the bathroom wearing a skimpy teddy! I was having a hard time concealing my excitement. Christine explained that she wanted some special pictures for her boyfriend to remember her by when he was away on business. She laid down across the set with one hand supporting her head and the other running along her side. Her brown nipples were clearly visible through the top and I could just make out a small dark patch through her sheer white panties. Needless to say, I started shooting away. Soon, I had her moving all around so I could get a better pictures (not to mention a better view!). When I went to change film, she said she was going to change into something else. I was disappointed, figuring that I had seen all that I was going to. Five minutes later she came out wearing a black silk night shirt and white stockings.

It was not transparent as the teddy had been but her nipples still cast an interesting contour through the silk. The shirt was slit near the bottom on both sides and I could just catch the tops of the stockings. They apparently were being held up by a garter belt!

She laid down belly first on the set and I started shooting closeups of her face. If she had been a little better built, I would have had some good cleavage but as I mentioned earlier, Christine is slight. I walked around her back and saw that the shirt had ridden up her backside exposing part of each cheek. She didn’t have any panties on! My bulge was getting tougher and tougher to conceal and walking was getting painful. I moved back to the front of the set and put my camera back on the tripod (help conceal the shake in my hand). She rose up to a semi kneeling position and unbuttoned a couple buttons on the shirt. Then she took part of the left shoulder and leaned her head over it. She stared up at the camera and I took some shots. It was one hot pose! Then she kneeled at a 90 degree angle to the camera and worked the shirt to expose the side of her thigh (without showing any of her privates) and the garter belt.

I was out of film again (I don’t know how I noticed!)

As I was changing film, Christine got up and got a drink (I had set out some white wine). She brought a glass over to me and asked me if I would promise to be discreet. I thought it a little strange to ask after she had already had the pictures shot but agreed that it would do neither of us any good to circulate anything at the office. She made me promise to give her all the negatives but said that I could keep some pictures for myself. Then she said that it was time to get back to work (I thought maybe she was done by the tone of her conversation).

She sat down on the set and undid all but one button on the nightshirt. One of her small breasts peeked out from one side of the shirt. Not knowing if it was on purpose or inadvertent, I quickly shot some pictures. It seemed to be on purpose as Christine lowered her shirt to her lap exposing both tits. They were absolutely gorgeous, small and pert with the brown nipples standing out. I was in seventh heaven. She unbuttoned the last button on the shirt and threw it off the set. She was now sitting Indian style with nothing but the white garter belt and stockings. I still couldn’t see her pussy because of the way she was sitting. After I shot a couple more frames, she laid on her belly facing me. I caught a glimpse of her pussy as she laid out. She a really tight butt and the cheeks looked really firm. She rolled over and stood up with her back facing me and looked over her shoulder at the camera.

Finally she turned around and I got to view her in all her glory. She had a neatly trimmed pussy with a thin downy looking bush. I had run out of film again. I practically tore the camera apart and reloaded in record time as I didn’t want to miss this opportunity of a lifetime. Christine had sat back down when I turned around to the set. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest. She said that she wanted some extreme closeups and spread her knees partly and put both hands down on both sides of her pussy. I moved in for the closeups as she pulled the lips apart showing the pinkness inside. I couldn’t believe Christine was such a hot lady under her quiet exterior. A finger entered the slippery folds and she frigged in and out a couple times as I shot away (with the camera). She rolled over on her belly and stuck her ass up at me. I snapped a couple more shots of her brown and pink holes as she continued to slide her finger in and out of her pussy. She rolled onto her back and I could see that her eyes were closed. The pace of her finger had picked up too. I shot away and found once again that I was out of film. As I changed film, I saw that Christine had not noticed my absence (or my presence at that point) and was furiously moving her finger in and out and pulling at her nipples with the other hand, alternating from tit to tit. I got back just in time to capture her face at the moment of climax.

As she came down to earth, I snapped a couple more shots with her hand laying next to her wide open pussy with the juices clearly visible on it. After a couple minutes, she reopened her eyes and looked up at me and blushed slightly. She had made very little noise during the whole performance (just a occasional whimper and some deep breathing, Christine was definitely not a screamer!)

She could plainly see my bulge. She told me she would take care of my problem and thank me properly for the pictures if I promised to respect her relationship with her boyfriend. She told me that she wouldn’t let me fuck her but she would give me a blowjob. She motioned me over to her and reached up for my zipper and lowered it. She reached in my shorts and pulled my cock out. I have an average cock (six and a half inches and a little thicker than some) and she complimented me on it. She guided me back to a seat near the tripod and sat me down, taking the opportunity to lower my pants and shorts. As I sat, I kicked them completely off. She kneeled down and took my cock in her mouth. It was unbelievable. She suck gently on the tip and ran it down, a little deeper each time. She pulled it out and licked the underside down to the balls.

She engulfed the head and went all the way down to the base.

She raised her head to the tip again and started tonguing it while her hand grabbed my base and began to jack it. I reached over and picked up my camera again. I finished out the roll of film taking pictures of her sucking my cock. After having been as excited as I was for the last hour (it seemed much longer), I didn’t have much staying power. I was soon shooting my load down her throat. She was obviously skilled and took the whole load without missing a drop. I sat on the chair totally spent as she gently stroked my cock with her small hands. After I regained my power to speak, I thanked her. Christine made me promise that I would tell no one of our session (any part of it) and reminded me that I had promised her the negatives. She got up and went to the bathroom. By the time she came out (dressed once more in the workout suit), I had put my pants back on and was turning off the lights and cleaning up. She thanked me again and kissed me lightly before leaving.

I went to my friends house Sunday to develop the film.

It took most the day to do it but I wanted to get it right.

I wanted to be sure that all the pictures came out right because Christine had said that I could keep a set of prints. I had to do it right the first time as I had promised to return the negatives and would not get a second chance. The results were quite impressive and I did a lot of blowups.

Monday, at the office, I told Christine that I had her prints and negatives out in my car (I didn’t want to take the chance anyone could get a hold of them in the office).

After work, we walked out to the car and I gave them to her.

She thanked me again and I told her that I should be thanking her. I told her anytime she wanted another shoot, To just let me know. Thursday, she came up to me at the office. She said that she had given the pictures to her boyfriend as a birthday present. He (and she) were both impressed with the results. She admitted that she hadn’t given him the pictures of her frigging herself or the ones of her blowing me. She didn’t think he could handle that.

I still can’t believe that this experience happened to me. Not only did I have a great experience, my camera work has improved.

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After my last adventure, I realized that I wouldn’t be happy unless I did some more nude photographs. Christine was still around work but hadn’t shown any interest (I was to timid to ask her). I decided that I didn’t want to risk approaching anyone at work since I wanted to keep my little hobby a secret. I decided to place an ad in the classified section of our local paper. I kept the ad vague saying that I wanted models for figure and glamour work. I had them respond to a post office box so I could retain my anonymity.

I ran the ad for one week and sat back and waited for the responses to come in. At the end of the week, I went to the post office to see the response. There was only five letters in the box.

One was from what was obviously a hooker. She talked about sex and what she would do to me if I was “generous”. I decided that I wasn’t that desperate. Another, she had included a picture, said that she didn’t do nude work but would pose in swimsuits. I put her aside hoping to find a more likely candidate. The third letter said that she posed for “tastefully” done nudes and that her rate was $200.00 an hour. She included a picture and did not look particularly pretty. I knew I couldn’t afford her rates and was beginning to get a little discouraged. The fourth was from a college student named Angela. She said that she was working her way through school. She said that she had never modeled before but thought she could learn quickly. Angela wrote that she was 5′ 8″, 36-24-34 and weighed 135. She also said that she had light blonde hair. Now this was more like it. The fifth letter was from a girl who had done some modeling before. She included a photo and looked quite nice. She had a resume from previous jobs and said that she would like to arrange a time for me to view her portfolio.

I got the impression that she was a more serious model than I could afford and might not be willing to do the type photos I wanted. It looked like Angela would be my best bet. I called her number when I got home. A pleasant female voice answered and I asked for Angela. The girl told me that Angela had gone home for the weekend and would be back Monday. She offered to take a message but I declined promising to call back Monday evening (Angela had classes most of the day I was told). The weekend dragged on and I mapped out my strategy. By Monday night, I was nervous. I needed to calm down as I wanted to sound professional to allay any fears Angela might have. I called and a different female voice answered. I asked for Angela and she replied that she was her. I told her that she had answered my ad and that I was interested in interviewing her. She dropped her voice and sounded a bit tentative when she asked for the details. I arranged to meet her at a local college hang out to discuss details. I figured that this would give both of us a chance to check each other out and help put her at ease since she would be on her home turf.

I showed up at the appointed time with a small folder of some of my previous work. I had include a couple of the more discreet shots of Christine (my only nude work at that point). Angela showed up late and seemed a bit nervous. I knew that I would have to go slow. She seemed bigger than life (not fat), was well built and had a soft sort of roundness to her curves. I tried to relax her by getting her to talk about herself. She said that she was working her way through school and was having a hard time finding enough work to support herself given the time constraints of her classes. She said that she had a part time waitress job but it didn’t cover all her expenses. She asked what the modelling job paid. I told her that I would pay $100.00 a session and that could increase later on. I said that each session would be about two hours long and that I could work around her schedule. Angela then asked what she had to do. I told her I wanted to shoot some glamor, semi-nudes and nude shots (I gave her the folder to look at). She looked around nervously and lowered her voice and said that she would do it.

We agreed on Thursday evening and I asked her to bring along a swimsuit, a nightgown, and to wear a dress to the session.

I planned to take it slow the first night. Angela showed up on time in a maroon dress suit with a white blouse. She seemed tense and nervous. I took her to the basement and gave her a quick tour to show her the bathroom for changing, the dark room (a new addition), and finally the studio. I gave her a glass of wine and told her to let me know at any point in the shoot if she was uncomfortable.

I took a couple quick pictures while she finished her wine and told her how lovely she looked. She seemed to relax a bit and I guided her to the set. I could tell I was going to have to talk to her a lot and reassure her (with Christine there had been very little talking). After about ten minutes of talking her through various poses, I asked her to remove her suit jacket. She tensed momentarily but soon fell back into the rhythm. I soon ran out of film in both cameras (I had gotten a second camera so I wouldn’t have to change film as often) and suggested to Angela that she go change into her swimsuit. She nervously trotted off to the bathroom to change. She still hadn’t come out when I had finished reloading. I went down the hall and knocked on the door and asked her if she was alright. She nervously replied that she would be out in a minute. A couple minutes later, she came back into the studio wearing a robe that I had placed in the bathroom for her. I asked her if she was nervous and she admitted that she was a little nervous. I told her how beautiful she looked and that she had nothing to be afraid of. After a couple more minutes of reassuring talk, she took the robe off and started posing again. She was wearing a white one piece suit. Though it showed her curves well, it was not terribly revealing. She started to relax and I soon had her doing Marilyn Monroe style pin up shots and enjoying it.

After I had shot another two rolls of film, I asked her to go change into the nightgown she had brought. She picked up the robe and headed to the bathroom. I reloaded the camera.

I knew that I needed to pick up the pace a bit as we were already an hour into the session and I hadn’t seen anything you couldn’t see on TV. Angela returned wearing the robe again and went straight to the set (a good sign). I asked her how she was enjoying the session and she said that it was fun. I took a couple of shots of her face as we talked to let her know it was time to get back to work. She took the hint and removed the robe. She was wearing one of those big football jersey that came down below her waist. I guess 20 year old college students haven’t had time to learn to appreciate sexy nightwear (such as the night shirt 29 year old Christine had in the earlier episode). It looked like she was still wearing her bra. Well if I couldn’t start at the top, I could start at the bottom. I moved her around the set and had her lie on her belly. As she got down, I saw that she was wearing plain white panties. After a couple of shots on her belly, I asked her to remove her panties for some semi-nude teasing shots. The moment of truth had arrived. Was she going to chicken out or were we going to start to make some progress. She hesitated a moment and then reached back. She lowered the panties without exposing anything. I asked her to stand in a profile stance. She rose carefully. I asked her to raise the bottom of the shirt so as to cover her front but give a side view thigh and behind. She did so slowly.

She had a great behind. I told again how beautiful she was and asked her to turn her head to the camera and give me a big smile. She did so rather self conciously. I told her that she could put her panties back on while I reloaded the camera (only one camera was used up but I could tell she needed a short break).

When I returned, she seemed more relaxed. I asked her if she was ready to go on. She said yes and I requested that she remove the jersey. A look of panic shot through her eyes but she was a trooper. I was right about the bra as after she removed the jersey, she was standing there in just her bra and panties. I tried to relax her as I shot some more poses. Finally, I asked her to unhook her bra.

Hayley’s friends weren’t making any pretenses about being quiet, as they could hear them clearly.

Slurping noises. “.feels good, Jamie. I was getting a bit worked up dancing with Hayley.” That would be Wes. But isn’t Tim her husband?

“Yeah, we were watching. We didn’t know what kind of move you made on her, but it seemed to be working.” That would be Tim. And what was Hayley doing that they were talking about? He grabbed Hayley’s hand, and he could see feel her trembling with nervousness. They crept up to the opening, but not so close that the light would reveal them.

Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his ankles, with a beer in his hand. Jamie was squatting and had two hands on his cock and was sucking it noisily. Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but realized that Wes’s cock looked bigger because of the way Jamie was holding it and because it was shaved. Tim was sitting on another table, his back to them.

“That’s just it. I didn’t really make a move at all. We were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she closes in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against me. I got worked up, but she was doing the working. I was about to turn her face to kiss me when she pulled away. It was strange. Whoa, Jamie! I don’t want to cum yet.”

Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes’s beer. “Come on now. Are you telling me that the one girl you said you wish you had screwed in High School, who, by the way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) looking great in a dress that stretches against her bra-less tits, made the move on you?”

Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers on the table. She lifted her hair so he could reach the zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth motion. Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim peeled it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the floor. He reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell on the dress. Her ass was perfectly framed by black garters; there weren’t any panties to remove. Tim gave her a quick pat on the butt, and she moved forward towards Wes, who had watched the undressing in every detail.

“Look. You were watching. I’m not making it up. Steven seems like a great guy, but he wasn’t there. I was beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her company back here. It would be the capper for the evening to see her undressed like Jamie here.”

“Oh, so finally someone talks about me! What am I, chopped liver? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. If you wanted to fuck her, you should have done it in High School. How about paying a little attention here. This is new for me, you know. I’m used to switching off, but tonight I’ve got both of you, and, I gotta say, I’m looking forward to it. Tim, that is an invitation, you know.”

Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid on the table, his cock fully erect and waiting. Jamie leaned over, resting her arms on the table, then taking him in her mouth. Wes stepped behind her, felt for her opening and thrust inside, adding, “It’s showtime, folks.”

Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she didn’t think Wes could be sure she was there. She had never watched anyone have sex before, and her body was saying she wanted sex, too. But she didn’t think she could keep quiet enough. The conversation in the other room had stopped, but the sound of skin on skin thundered in her ears. Steven had lifted her dress, his face to the side of her body so that he could watch as well. What was he thinking, especially after hearing what they had said about her?

He pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them. The cool air against her wet lips felt…sensuously wicked. He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but ever so quietly. And he began to use a finger, sliding it around in and around her wetness, not really penetrating, but twitching the end of his finger in time with Wes’s thrusts into Jamie. It would have to do. If he did any more, she’d cry out, loudly, for him to fuck her. And that just wouldn’t work.

Tim was groaning, repeating “yeah” and “that’s it” before groaning. Then Jamie’s head raised quickly. Hayley had seen cum spurt from a cock before, but it was odd watching in reverse as it spilled from Jamie’s mouth onto her husband’s cock. And there was no way of keeping it in, with her panting faster and faster due to the fucking she was getting by Wes. She was clearly trying not to be too loud, too. Finally, she saw Wes’s face tighten as his body slammed into her with several loud “smacks,” and then he relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere just over her own shoulder. He couldn’t see her…good.

“Alright, cleanup time.” Both guys looked excited at this apparently familiar phrase. Tim said, “Well, come here!” Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it was clear he was licking up his cum between kisses. When he was done, she pulled away and sat on the table next to him, her feet on the edge of the table, parting her legs. Wes was quickly there, between her legs, eating his cum from her cunt. Wes was saying something but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. His mouth was probably full.

When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the other side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing Hayley. It made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to hear every word so she could replay this entire experience over and over. It was obvious that they were cooling off.

“.your house next weekend, Wes?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry Tina bowed out tonight. It would have been fun. She’s super horny when she’s pregnant, as you well know.”

“I just can’t wait until her breasts get larger. That’s going to be all kinds of fun.”

“Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, and now you’re talking about Tina. Don’t forget me!”

“How could we forget you?” said Wes. He gave her a big hug and a kiss. Come on Tim. Let’s help her get dressed.”

Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them and threw them to the side of the room. “Let’s let that be a little clue for the mystery theater to solve. By the way, that was great, guys. I don’t know why we waited so long to try 2 on 1. I’ll bet Tina would like it, too.” Wes fastened Jamie’s bra, and Tim helped her with the dress, before getting dressed themselves.

With Steven’s finger still at her cunt, Hayley breathlessly waited as they dressed and left the room, laughing as they exited the other side.

It was safe. “What if we had been seen?” Her eyes grew wider. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

Steven removed his finger from between his wife’s legs, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining room. “I’ll tell you what. Maybe one of them says “come on in!” Or maybe someone just curls a finger in invitation. And I walk you in, just like this. Only, they’re naked, and you see Wes and Tim’s cocks start to stiffen. And one of them, maybe Wes, since he obviously wants to fuck you, starts stroking his cock and says `I hope you’ll join us.’ Only, before those words are out of his mouth, my hands have unfastened your dress at the neck, and before you realize what has happened, the top of your dress if falling down, just like this, exposing your breasts to two guys and a girl that I’ve only just met!”

“Only, I don’t stop there. Before you recover from the shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to the floor, just like this. And then you’re standing there, naked except for your shoes. And I know you’re turned on, because you’re not even trying to cover yourself. So I reach around and give a brief pinch to each of your hard nipples. They’re watching, and Wes really starts to smile, because he knows what he’s going to get. He’s been admiring your breasts all night. But he wants more, I know. So, I show him. My hands run along your body and meet at your crotch, which is soaked. And I spread your cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be fucked by two guys. I wipe your juices on your breasts, and I walk you forward to the table, right over to Tim’s cock, and they know they have permission to fuck my wife, because the last words you hear me say are, `Take her.’”

Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock already wet with pre-cum. “Tim holds out his arms for you, but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and pulls you to his cock. Just like that, yes. And you’re so turned on you really want to suck his cock, because you never expected to end up in a situation like this, and you know it will happen only once. And you’re so focused on that cock, it’s like your husband is not even in the room. And even though your mouth is full of this man’s cock, you start wriggling your ass, wondering when Wes’s cock will fill you up, because you’ve wanted him ever since feeling his shaft when you danced.”

“And then you’re surprised, as you feel your breasts being caressed by a feminine touch. It’s Jamie, and her hands are nervous with excitement because she’s never done that before.” Steven rolled a nipple between his fingers, removed his cock from Hayley’s mouth, and stepped behind her. “You’re shocked that another woman’s touch could send electrical charges through your body, and, right in time with her pinch, you feel Wes’s cock thrust into your cunt, like this. This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it?”

“But it’s not just a stranger’s cock thrusting inside you, it’s better than that. These cocks represent those wasted years in high school year when you stuck with the one guy, and were left to wonder what it would be like to have fooled around with others. Only, this is the real world, and your husband is watching you take two guys at once, and there’s no denying that you’re enjoying sex right now more than any time of your life. So here you are, naked, in a dark room at a video arcade, fucking two guys, your husband’s familiar touch forgotten. That is what you want, isn’t it? So go ahead and say it, you want to be fucked by two guys.”

Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her head as well. Her eyes were closed as his thrusts increased. His cock didn’t seem familiar at all. He was fucking her harder than in their bedroom, and his cock seemed larger, as big as Wes’s, and it stretched her cunt to ecstasy. Her tits were swinging, bouncing with each thrust. She could just imagine…someone watching them…her fans. As she listened to her husband unfold the story, it wasn’t hard too hard to imagine that it was Wes fucking her, with her husband watching from somewhere. And while the fucking was great, it would complete the story if she had a real cock in her mouth right now.

It was like Steven was reading her mind. Just as she imagined what was next, his story made it seem real. And here again, he was right on target, reading her mind. So she went ahead and said it. “I want to be fucked…by…two guys.” It was a hard thing to say to your husband.

“Louder.”

She took a deep breath. “I want to be fucked by two guys!” There. It was out. Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie had been like the best porno movie she had ever seen, only, the acting was great. And she was jealous of Jamie as she had watched. She leaned further on the table, resting her head on an arm, and she used her other hand to reach back to her clit. This was going to be big. Steven was thrusting hard and fast, and she knew he only had moments to go. Her rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her fingers bringing her closer to orgasm. She felt his hot cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she tilted her head slightly and opened her eyes.

She had known he was there, known he would be there. She had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had removed his cock from her mouth…Wes, standing beyond the partition in the dark. The light shone on his cock, mostly, with his hand stroking back and forth quickly. It wasn’t hard to find the slight reflection in his eyes. And recognition. They came together, she noisily.

“Cleanup time.” Steven looked surprised. This wasn’t part of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the evening was. She spread her legs, and she could see the cum begin to leak between her lips. She gathered his head between her legs, holding his chin and tongue against her wet cunt. She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn’t see him, she could feel him there, gazing at her naked breasts. She cupped one breast with her hand, as if offering it, and she smiled into the darkness. And it dawned on her that in a way, she did have sex with two men. And Steven didn’t need to know that…she liked it.

“Is your hand gooey? Use the other and vote!”

“Are both hands gooey? Clean them off, vote, and send me a note! We authors live for feedback…”

The moment quickly dissipated due to the fact that I could feel the cum rising up my shaft and it exploded into April’s waiting pussy as she shuddered in an intense orgasm as well.

She stopped thrusting and I held onto her hips with my cock buried deep inside of her. We both were breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath after such an intense fuck session. I pulled back and let my still hard cock slid from her pussy. April stood up and said, “What the hell are you doing in the ladies restroom you pervert?” smiling. “Now get out of her while I clean up a bit.” She ordered.

I pushed my deflating cock back into my pants, zipped up, and turned to leave when April suddenly grabbed me and quickly turned me to give me a deep and passionate kiss.

I then left the restroom and headed back to the bar.

The bartender had a big grin on his face as I returned. He asked, “Is everything OK?”

I smiled and replied, “I have a feeling you already know the answer to that question.”

He smiled again and said, “Everybody in the building knows the answer to that question.”

I smiled and sat back down to finish my margarita.

April soon came back to the bar and immediately turned red faced as she saw the bartender grinning from ear to ear. She grabbed her glass, downed the last of her margarita, and said, “Let’s go I think we have bothered these folks long enough.”

The bartender replied, “No Ma’am not at all. We have enjoyed your visit. Please come back and see us again.”

April blushed even more and grinned at the bartender then said, “Thank-You, you have been a gracious host,” as she put a ten dollar bill in his tip jar.

We turned and headed back into the mall. As soon as we were out of the restaurant, we cracked up laughing.

We walked down the mall and April turned into a famous sexy lingerie and clothing shop. She said, “I need to shop for some panties. I seem to have cum still running down my leg,” as she smiled at me.

She went to the panties and began looking through them for some she liked. She held up one red pair that was nothing more than some string sewn to a piece of triangle shaped cloth. “Do you like these?” she asked.

I just nodded yes and headed to the dressing room. I followed her. She stepped in and quickly opened the door. She pulled up her skirt and spun around for me to see them. The cloth in front just covered her pussy and the red string beautifully disappeared between the firm cheeks of her ass. All I could say was, “Hell yes get them.”

She pulled the tag off them and headed to the counter. She gave the sales clerk the tag and said, “I decided to wear them.”

The sales clerk smiled and rang them up.

She looked at me and said, “I think I’m done shopping why don’t we go to Brandon’s Place for some drinks and some fun.”

I replied, “Sure, sounds good to me.”

Our good friend Brandon Price owned Brandon’s Place. We enjoyed going there because it was a small place and people our age visited it.

She grabbed my hand and we headed back down the mall. We had been having so much fun I had not paid attention to the guys in the mall. They were all looking at April as we walked past them. Who could blame them as her unrestrained breasts were bouncing with each step that she took. She looked sexy and she knew it.

We drove over to Brandon’s and went inside. There were about fifty people there, which was an averaged size crowd for the place. We went to the bar to see Brandon. As usual, he was working behind the bar and was glad to see us. I shook his hand and April gave him a hug. Brandon held onto her hand, pushed her back a little, and said, “Damn April you are looking fine tonight.”

April replied, “Well thank-you kind sir.”

Brandon then asked, “Do you need a job? You know you could make a lot of money working here especially the way you look tonight.”

April grinned and said, “Not right now but I will think about it.”

Brandon said, “Ok you think about it. In the mean time, what do you guys need to drink tonight? The first one is on me.”

We both ordered margaritas as that is what we started the day with and decided to make that our drink of the day.

We found some stools at the bar and made ourselves comfortable. We turned toward the crowd and April’s long sexy legs were out for viewing. Guys in the bar were taking notice of the babe with the long legs and the sheer top. The ladies in the bar were either appreciative of her beauty or very jealous of it.

April was just chatting with me and friends and either did not notice the affect she was having on the patrons or did and was ignoring it.

My question was soon answered as she stood up, turned around to face the bar, and motioned for Brandon to come over. She then leaned over the bar to talk to Brandon. When she did this, her skirt rode up and her ass was visible to everyone watching. My dick got hard at her blatant exhibitionism.

There were a few whistles from the room as she continued to flash her ass. I turned to her and listened to her conversation with Brandon. She was talking about nothing important so I knew it was just a ploy to show off her ass. She then leaned further over and was whispering something in his ear. I checked out her ass and now you could see her red clad pussy and the little string disappearing between those beautiful globes of flesh. My dick was as hard as it had ever been.

She then turned back around and sat on her stool but this time left her legs slightly parted so with the right angle you could see her red covered pussy. Brandon brought us another round of drinks and April quickly started to drink hers.

I leaned to her and asked, “Are you having a good time and enjoying yourself tonight?”

She smiled and asked back, “Why? Did you like also like looking at my ass in these panties?”

I grabbed her hand and put it on my lap. She smiled and replied, “I guess you do.”

I again asked, “Are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

She smiled and said, “OK! OK! You win. Yes I am having a great time and loving every minute of it.”

She then laughed and leaned forward in her stool and although I could not see clearly, I know the people in the bar could see her firm, large breasts hanging inside her shirt.

Brandon walked over and asked me, “Buddy, my help did not show up tonight and I’m getting slammed. Would you mind helping me for a minute behind the bar?”

I jumped up and said, “You bet!” I had helped him before and actually had a good time behind the bar.

I did not know how to mix all of the drinks but I could handle the beer so I jumped right in. I kept an eye on April as she continued to flash her body and was getting more and more brazen with each sip of her margarita.

The bar was now packed and Brandon’s help still had not shown up. It was nearly standing room only.

I went to April and said, “Honey it is time for your interview. Can you give us a hand out on the floor getting orders and bringing up empty glasses?”

She stood up and said, “Aye, Aye Sir I’ll get right on it.”

She immediately jumped out on the floor and started gathering up dirty glasses and ashtrays. This gave her even more opportunities to bend over showing off her cute ass and her huge tits. I watched her as she bent down in front of the guys. Their eyes were looking at her tits. When she bent over and her ass was showing under her skirt the guys behind her made lewd bodily movements. Some of them flicked their tongues at her ass, some of them made hunching motions in her direction. Every time she would come back to the bar, she had to rub against people to get through. Each trip to the bar she also took another drink from her margarita.

I noticed on her trips to the bar that there were more and more bills stuck in the waistband of her skirt.

I asked her if she was having fun.

She turned to me with a big smile, “I’m having the time of my life and never thought it would be so much fun to tease these guys. Look at the money I’m making!” as she looked down at her waist.

“So without a doubt you would say that you have lost the bet?” I asked her.

“Without a doubt I was wrong and I’m having a great time.” She responded.

“Do you remember the terms of our little wager?” as I looked into her eyes.

She suddenly got demure, “Yes.”

I smiled and then said, “Now!”

She got a shocked look on her face, “Right NOW?”

“Yes, right now.” I responded.

Even in her inebriated state, she suddenly got very shy. “Brent why right now? I thought when the bet was made you meant when we were at home alone.” She quizzed.

“That was not part of the deal was it?” I responded.

She stood there with a deep thought process going on in her mind and suddenly, “Damn it is HOT! In here.”

She unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it off. She was standing in a crowded bar topless. The whistles and hollering started.

I said, “The rest of it too.”

She got wide-eyed, “Can I at least keep my panties on?”

“Alright, since they cover very little anyway. You also are going to need a place to stuff bills.” I let her off the hook on completely nude.

“Damn I’m still hot” as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

The crowd was now really getting wild.

Hollers from the bar were, “Waitress I need a beer, Waitress I need a drink!”

April looked at me and said, “Sounds like I better get to work!”

She strutted her sexy body right out into the throng of people.

The first table she walked up to she bent over to get their order and one of the guys put his hand on her ass. She quickly stood up and pulled his hand from her ass, “No groping the waitress please.”

She went to the next table and got their order as the guys admired every inch of her body.

I then had to get busy with customers at the bar and lost track of April for a moment. I saw her again at the bar getting drinks. She said, “Damn I think I have had nearly every inch of my body pinched or fondled in just the last few minutes.”

She got her orders and went back out onto the floor. I again was busy helping customers at the bar when she came back up. Her string panties were loaded with so many bills it looked like lace around her. She even had a few of them tucked inside the cloth covering her pussy. Noticing the bills, I also noted a small wet spot on the fabric.

I asked her, “Looks like a few of them got inventive on where to put their tips?”

She smiled and replied, “Oh yah, they made sure they tucked it in there well too.”

She pulled some of the bills from her string waistband and from her panty covered pussy. “Here will you keep some of this back there? I need more room for more money.”

She was on an exhilarating high from the tone of her voice.

She got her drinks and back out onto the floor.

The next time I looked up, she was posing for some pictures with guys all around her. One of them had his hand on her tit. Another had his hand on her pussy and I am sure several of them had a handful of her sweet ass. Watching the scene made my dick begin to get hard.

Brandon said to me, “Damn Brent I don’t know why you guys are doing this but this is probably the best night I have had since opening the bar.”

I told Brandon, “April and I had a little bet and she lost.”

Brandon smiled and said, “Well Buddy you are one lucky man. I have to admit I have wondered what April looked like naked and I’m not disappointed.”

I nodded and replied, “Yes Sir I’m definitely a very lucky man.”

I watched April flirting and moving hands from her body as she tried to maneuver through the bar.

She came back up to the bar and said, “I hope you like red marks and bruises on me because by the end of tonight I will be covered in them.”

She pulled another wad of money from her waist and handed it to me.

The evening continued with April posing for pictures and fighting off the advances being made toward her. I got through the night without completely embarrassing myself. It was hard not to have a hard on all night.

It seemed like the night had flown by when Brandon made last call.

One more round through the crowd and everyone wanted another feel of April’s body. The wet spot in front of her panties had grown noticeably and several comments were made to her about fucking or going home with them tonight. I heard several comments of after closing going with a group of guys to continue the party. They were all delightfully declined.

We got everyone out of the bar, all that was left was Brandon, April, and I. April sat down on a stool and pulled the bills from her panties.

She then stood up and asked, “Brent can I see you in the office for a moment?”

I looked at Brandon and he nodded his approval.

I followed April’s red ass to the office. Once there I asked, “Do you realize you have hand prints on your ….” I did not get to finish as she literally attacked me by sliding her tongue down my throat. We kissed and she then turned around, pulled her panties off and said, “FUCK ME NOW MISTER!”

I unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard cock, and drove it into her pussy. She was sopping wet as I slid in with ease. There was a mirror on one wall and I watched us fucking. Her big tits were swinging with each trust and I could see my cock sliding in and out of her.

She quickly began to groan and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, which caused me to unload into her. She was nearly screaming as we came at the same time.

We both nearly collapsed on the desk from the intense orgasms.

April stood up and my cock fell from her. She reached for her panties and slid them back on.

We left the office and back out to Brandon who had a big smile on his face, “You two are great!”

We helped him cleanup the bar and about 3:30 am, we were done.

April looked at Brandon, “Would it be alright if we did this again some night?”

Brandon replied, “Hell yes. Anytime you want to. I had a great night and the scenery was great also.”

We said our goodnights and headed out the door. I had gotten so used to April being nearly naked I just noticed she was still naked as we headed to the car.

I said, “A little overexposed for public aren’t you?”

She smiled and replied, “It’s 3:30 in the morning. Who is going to be out at this hour?”

We got in the car and April almost immediately went to sleep.

I drove us home glancing over from time to time to admire her beautiful naked body as the streetlights illuminated the interior of the car.

I was thinking, “I truly am a very lucky man!”