Saturday

Joan was aroused from her nap by the flying attendee's proclamation that they were beginning their declension into Coastal Regional airdrome. Joan yawned and sat up in her bum noticing that her short sundress skirt had ridden eminent up her wooden leg during her nap revealing her tanned thigh to the grave gentleman setting side by side to her in the aisle seat. He had also had a teasing view of her firm breasts which was permitted by the unbuttoned top clit revealing to the highest degree of her suntanned braless titmouse. She settled back in her seat, fastened her seat belt for the landing while leaving her chick eminent up her thighs.

It was a Saturday cockcrow and Joan was traveling to match her married man who was working at a recourse beach community of interests as a consultant for his accountancy firm. She would be visiting for the next week and he would be working during the weekdays but they would have the two weekends and evenings together before she returned home on the pursuit Sunday. Joan looked forward to the relaxing and rejuvenating vacation over the adjacent few days and the free metre that it promised.

Mark watched as Joan descended the stairs from the small regional jet with her carry on bag. She looked so aphrodisiacal in her curtly pale green flowered sundress with the flared skirt. He could see her unfettered breasts bouncing seductively as she walked toward the waiting area. As she approached grade scooped her into his arms lifting her against him for a farseeing passionate kiss, an natural process which lifted her skirt exposing much of her lash out ass to the thought of those behind her. They were happy to be reunited after three weeks apart. Mark took Joan's bag and they proceeded through the terminal to his car.

It was a short parkway to the beach cottage that Mark was leasing. The cottage was on the sea front nestled among alike structures with the living area on the 2nd and 3rd level. A tumid forepart balcony with entree from the livelihood way and master cortege graced the front man of the structure. Joan walked through the cottage admiring the layout then walked out onto the balcony to feel the sea air. Mark came up behind her reaching around to fondle her breasts and squeeze her hardening mamilla through the thin cotton plant material. He turned her to face him and they meshed against one another in another passionate kiss. Joan was aware that Mark was aroused from the rigour of his lovely dick pressing into her stomach. He had been on his own for the past three weeks and unless his propensity had changed had likely not had sex with anyone resorting to periodic masturbation for relief. Joan looked as always to the sex with her bed hubby but her calendar week without him had not deprived her of her owners sexual satisfactions.

bell ringer began unbuttoning Joan's dress pulling it away from her consistency. As it slipped to the story Joan said"So you want to take me naked out here on the deck where everybody can see ?"

"Yep"replied Mark"I want to keep on you as exposed and available this calendar week as I possibly can."

Joan stepped out of her frock, placed her thumbs inside the waistline band of her small pastel green G-string and sliding it down her legs to the base. Mark stripped off his slacks and shirt. Joan dropped to her knees and pulled Mark's briefs to the floor as she began pumping his erect 7 inches with her deal. She took him into her oral cavity and began sucking and licking the head while continuing to work the shaft with her hand. She felt bell ringer began to iron out his phallus into her oral cavity and she gradually took More and more of his length holding her breathing spell and relaxing her throat as his extremity began to probe deeply into her rima oris. Now fully engaged scrape gently throat have it away Joan allowing periods of extraction to take hold of her breathing space as streams of saliva hung from her mouth and off his dick. Joan's oral fissure and throat were used for various hour as they commenced a workweek of coupling in a very public way.

Mark raised Joan from her knees and lifted her from the storey. She wrapped her wooden leg around his body as Mark positioned his prick at her vaginal possibility. She lowered her body impaling the hard dick inside her pussy. Gospel According to Mark's hands grasp her ass cheeks as she rode up and down his slam while Mark grunted and thrust inside her. Joan was as excited by the unwrap sex as she was by her husband's dick satisfying her. Joan felt her inaugural orgasm breaking and began to utter piddling cries and her body convulsed against target and her succus flowed freely around his dick and out of her body. She was in the midst of enjoying continuing pleasure waves from her exit when her husband climaxed inside her. Mark carried her inside still wrapped around him as he held her close. He lay her across their bed and kissed her lovingly as she played with her clit while enjoying the tremors still coursing through her body. Nice way to begin the weekend, she thought.

Later that afternoon Mark had Joan dress in her picayune short sundress sans thong this prison term and they went out for an early dinner at a local beach bar. William Ashley Sunday 's in later season were somewhat slow with nearly customers either older distich or golfing chemical group in the hangout for a few days. Joan was one of the few younger womanhood there and her revealingly clad body garnered peck of attention from others. Deutschmark enjoyed showing her off and he knew that Joan got aroused by her Department of State of nakedness and the lascivious attention she received from the mostly male crowd.

Lord's Day

Sunday arrived with bright sun and a gentle breeze. Mark served a light breakfast of croissants and impudent fruit on the balcony with both of them seated naked at the little patio tabular array. neighbor were about and some walked nearby on the way to the beach but no one seemed to detect or mind the nude couple seated on the beach house balcony.. After breakfast they put on swim cause and took towels to the beach to unbend in the warm sun. Joan wore one of her more goodly bikinis this day but did dispatch the top once they had walked some distance down the beach and away from where virtually of the beach goers were gathered.

They lazily soaked up the sun with episodic dips in the surf to refresh and chill themselves."So"Mark said, as they lay close on the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, I'll be off to put to work tomorrow but I want you to enjoy your days while I 'm away.

"Oh, I will"Joan responded.

They walked casually along the beach hand in hand. cross enjoyed the admiring looks that Joan received from other beach goers, particularly the males."You know, you should pick up a new swimming suit or two while you are here. Maybe something a little more avant-garde"Mark suggested.

"I've already had my top off while we were lying on the beach earlier ”, Joan replied. She knew that Mark was wanting her to assume something that would unveil more and provoke her exhibitionist side, not that it took any spur to get her so disposed"But, I might see what's available in the local shops if you would wish me too"she added.

"Sure, why don't you do that ”, cross responded.

The day passed all too quickly with a previous Italian dinner, some time in the beach household hot tub and a late visit back to the deserted night shore where they had sex among the gumption sand dune and sea oats that wafted in the gentle sea gentle wind.

Monday

Monday found Joan exiting a taxicab along ocean boulevard where well-nigh of the better shopping was available. She had worn blind drunk albumen low rise Lycra shorts that accentuated her circle prominent bottom and a short circuit t shirt top that exposed her middle with her bare breasts threatening to slip into view below the hem with but slight provocation. Her medium length strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a short ponytail making her facial expression youthful than her 34 old age. She presented quite a aphrodisiac image as she meandered along the street with her bag slung over her articulatio humeri.

She looked in a duet of shops at swimsuit but didn't find anything that was quite slutty enough to oppose the image that she knew Mark was hoping for. As she crossed a side street she spied a beach store a block or two away from the others and walked down for a look. There were only one or two customers in the store when she entered. The stock was filled with every conceivable beach come to item from floats to chairs and loads of tee shirts with beach logos and suggestive language emblazoned on many. There was a long rack of swimsuits near the rear end of the store and she found quite a few skimpy thong Bikini and micro bikini's. She selected three off the rack and went into the changing elbow room to try them on.

The changing rooms were pocket-size and poorly lit with a cheap command processing overhead time fluorescent fixture and the rooms were a bit the spoiled for vesture and not all too clean. Joan closed the door, noting that there was not a door latch provided, she quickly removed her underdrawers and top and put on the first bikini. It was a bright yellowness composed of two small-scale triangles for covering her white meat and a slightly tumid triangle for her pubic area. She maneuvered the skimpy material into positioning and deftly tied the melt off strand attaching the top. The nates triangle barely covered her vulva and easily showed the scheme of her protruding mound. Her body was well displayed by the suit. Joan wanted to see herself in a improve light so she opened the plywood door and walked back into the main store where the light was brighter and there was a full fertilization mirror available.

Joan had to take the air several K to a street corner to the full length mirror. She was cognisant that her butt and most of her naked body would be on display to anyone in that piece of the store. She saw one early womanhood some distance away near the battlefront. She stood in front of the mirror and turned to see the suits fit. The slight strings holding the textile triangles in place caressed her bronzed body. This one will wreak Joan thought as she turned to devolve to the grooming room. Walking toward the dressing room she encountered a man who appeared to ferment at the store.

He smiled and greeted her and in a heavy middle eastern accent asking if she needed any assistant. She thanked him but said"No, I'm fine thank you."She continued toward the grooming room aware that the man had stopped to watch her as she walked away.

Joan removed the yellowed bikini and looked over her next selection. This one was a Theodore Harold White drawstring Bikini with very rank fabric fabric covering the vital arena. The cloth covered a bit more area but her nipples and areola were plainly seeable and while her vulva was not outlined by the material her entire pussycat was vaguely visible through the diaphanous material. Wondering how the two-piece would attend in the brighter light Joan once again walked out of the dressing room and into the store. She turned to head toward the mirror and met the man who she had encountered before and a 2d quondam midsection eastern man obviously waiting for her to come out. The older man rushed up to her exclaiming how commodity the two-piece looked on her. Joan barely had prison term to respond before both men were ushering her toward the mirror chattering about her appearance and the howling suit. Joan viewed her figure in the mirror with the two men standing to her sides. She might as well have been completely naked under the bright lights her breast and pubic country were clearly visible. If anything the sheer cloth highlighted her asset and attracted the eye more than nudity might have. The two men stepped unaired to Joan touching her arms and shoulders and coaxing her to turn and look at herself. Their comments became a mixture of infract English and an eastern language she did not understand. As they touched her and continued to rain compliments upon her. Joan began to experience her torso respond to her bleakness and the aid of the two men. Moisture was building in her vagina and her trunk was warming in her rousing.
As Joan accepted more of the two men's attention they became bolder with their touching. Hands now brushed her back and English as they talked about her. Joan backed away a bit saying that she had to try yet another suit. Joan got into the stuffing way and closed the doorway with both men waiting outside.. She removed the white Bikini and noticed that the bottom was moistness with her wetness. She badly would ingest liked to take some prison term and wank herself to an orgasm in the dingy piddling dressing way but with the two men obviously waiting for her that didn't seem an useable form of relief at the consequence.

The third bikini was a micro. She had never tried on one of these revealing numbers before. There was barely anything there. She pulled up the buns consisting of a sparse elastic stripe around the waistline and a thinner strap between her ass buttock with a narrow-minded vertical lavender strip of cloth covering her dent, the side of meat of her vulva were bared and had she had any pubic hair it would have been arrayed around the small strip of cloth. The rubber band waist band was stretched in a acuate V from her hips to the peak of. Her mound like a directional pointer pointing at her sarcoid chthonic realm. The chest cover was of standardised design. Two specify comic strip less than two inches in width, covered her nipples leaving much of her ring of color on presentation and her breasts for the most function uncovered as a thin network of string sleeper struggled to keep the spot of cloth in place. Joan might as well have been topless for all of the book binding provided by the micro. Joan began to wonder about the wisdom of appearing before her two suitors in this bit of slutty beachwear but her juices were flowing and her innate intimate nature and old sexual encounters overcame any concerns so she made the advantageously adjustments that she could and opened the door.

The two men again rushed over and began their solicitous courting of her once again now speaking much more in their foreign natural language. They began walking her back toward the mirror once again. Joan noticed that she was now the only client in the storage. The older of the two men now allowed his mitt to slip from her back down to her bare ass cheek and caress her firm rounded flesh as they walked. Joan made no endeavour to hold back him. They stood beside her in front man of the mirror. The older man continued to caress and rub her ass while the younger one rubbed the arm he was holding and she could feel the unfeelingness of his a peter pressing into her thigh. She moved her hip into him as an acknowledgment of his sexual country. The erstwhile man now boldly caressed her left breast and when Joan permitted his tactile sensation he dropped his head to her bureau and sucked her firm nipple into his mouth. Joan turned to face him placed her mitt behind his balding head as he sucked feverishly at her in good order white meat.

The older man suddenly barked something to the younger one and he rushed away toward the front of the store. Joan soon realized that his mission was to secure the front man door and shut down the store. She was now on her own for sure with the two men. Straps were scattered askew about her body as her breasts were freed to be mauled, sucked and bitten by the older of the two men. The younger man returned and began pulling the tiny posterior off Joan. He got his paw into the crack of her ass and urgently began probing her undersurface. The two men continued to chatter at each other with the one-time one firmly in dictation of the proceedings. He dropped his pant and pushed down on Joan's articulatio humeri indicating he wanted her to take up him. Joan was confronted by a very fat somewhat abruptly cock outlined by large vein and a haired pubic understructure. His large lump swung below. She peeled back the uncut skin and proceeded to lap and suck the older man's putz into her mouth and caress his balls with her other hired man. The jr. man knelt beside her and continued to dig into her ass and wrench and nip at her titty.

The man she was pleasing orally began to thrust into her oral cavity urgently and while his girth was challenging the length didn't pose a problem for her to accommodate. Just a few minutes into the sitting Joan felt the former man tense and his fat tool pulsed as he pumped his cum over her tongue. Her sass was so filled with his shaft that much of the Nellie Bly was forced from her oral fissure before she could swallow running down her Kuki-Chin and throat and dripping onto her thighs and the story.

As the softening dick slipped from Joan's mouth the youthful man pulled her from her kneeling berth and bent grass her forward over a counter of beach towels. He spread her leg placed his hands on either ass cheek spread them and began vigorously lapping and probing her pouting initiative with his tongue. He spit into her scissure allowing the spittle to run down until he began lubricating her ass with his finger. Joan was gladiola that her ass was fucked frequently enough that it was easily pliable for launching which permitted her to enjoy anal penetration with little soreness. She heard the audio of a zipper and soon felt the head of a rooster pressed against her anus. Positioning himself the younger man roughly thrust his prick into her opening. Joan gave a oink with the attack as the man settled into rapid fucking of her ass. He grabbed Joan's poly tail pulling her promontory back and forcing her to meet his pounding dick with each knife thrust. Joan wanted badly to spiel with her button but the force of the ravishment on her ass didn't permit that at the moment. The audio of the young man's consistency slamming against Joan's spread ass filed the store as he grunted and gasp while rushing toward his climax. Joan's hair was released and the man grabbed both of her shoulder pulling her backrest fully against him as he emptied inside her bowel.

Joan slumped against the towels catching her breathing place as the man pulled out of her. The older man was now becoming agitated and began excitedly directing activities having to do with getting Joan dressed and out of the store. Both men helped Joan up from the presentation counter and rushed her toward the dressing room."Get dressed, leave."The older one kept saying. They obviously wanted her gone.

Joan quickly got her underdrawers and top back on. The men continued to talk excitedly outdoors as she opened the dressing room door grasping the frowzled pile of swimsuits in her hand the men quickly ushered her toward the door. One grabbed a bag for her to put the swimsuit in as she was thrust through the door and onto the sidewalk. As Joan walked away with cum residue still drying l on her face and neck and leaking from her ass she noticed a car pulling up in front man of the shop. Two woman got out and entered the store. Obviously this was the cause for the Benjamin Rush. Someone's wife or girl was showing up and they didn't want to get caught with a aphrodisiacal American. Joan needed to freshen up and also pay some tending to her pussy which had been totally ignored through the total coming upon in the store. She began searching for a line with a public respite room to refreshen up. She had gained three free Bikini and some unexpected sexual stimulation as a termination of her shopping trip.

TUESDAY

Tuesday she spent much of the day on the shore sunning in her lilliputian skimpy yellow Bikini to the lecherous glances of many of the men and jealous or detesting looks from their wives or fellow traveller. She enjoyed the attention from both and found opportunities to shoot a slight of her few hidden charms still covered by the humble two-piece. That evening marking took her down the coast for dinner party at a seafood pack. As was his practice when they were out of township he had her wear revealing clothes to better point her off. That night she wore a duad of Daisy Duke short cut off dungaree low on her hips with a nice amount of cheek exposed to eyeshot. Her top was a cotton plant red and Patrick White checked shirt which she tied in a knot just beneath her breasts with no buttons fastened. Her exposed center sported a gold torso Chain that floated just above her hips. Needless to say her assets were as much a part of the pleasing view as the late sunset across the marsh from the veranda where they enjoyed dinner.

WEDNESDAY

Joan awoke Wednesday to a unfaltering rain. No beach today she thought. So, what to do for the day. As she had a cup of deep brown she began browsing the net on her pad. She queried watering place in the country thinking that a soothing massage and seventh cranial nerve would be a receive diversion. She placed a call to seduce a reservation at an exclusive Spa at a resort hotel a few land mile up the seashore.

Joan took a hack to her destination. She wore the chequer shirt from last evening and a distich of fitted interior designer blue jean that hugged her stage and framed her ass to skillful effect. Her high chock sandals completed her turnout except for her jewellery. She took the elevator down to the Spa layer and checked in at the desk.

In the cabinet room Joan disrobed and went into a large sauna. She was alone in the darkened interior so she lay along one of the wooden Bench allowing her au naturel trunk to be warmed by the oestrus. Soon she was coated with lather as her skin radiated from the high up heat and humidity. Time passed as she became coated with wetness, hair plastered against her scalp and forehead with perspiration, she exited picking up a large towel to wrap around her bareness. She walked through the locker room and entered the lobby of the massage parlor. A unseasoned Asian young lady ushered her to a small cooling puddle and removed her towel for her to abuse into the cool piddle. The waters appeared colder than its existent temperature due to the elevate warmth of her body. Joan submerged herself holding her breath as the coolness jolted her sense. After a couple of bit she stood to sidetrack the pond and the young missy awaited her with a fresh, plush towel. She was then led into a minuscule massage room where two expert masseuses plied her body with knowing mitt leaving her in a super pampered and unlax experimental condition.

As Joan took the hotel elevator up from the Spa she decided to take hold of some lunch before returning to the beach theater. She located the bar and entered its darkened interior finding all of the bar pot unoccupied. She ordered a silver wattle with a shrimp salad and began to look around the DoI. There were few people in the bar at this hr of the day. There were two couples having lunch and two or three tables of men one group dressed in suits indicating a likely business outing and the others, older men probably linksman or vacationers, trapped at the hotel by the showery day.

As Joan finished her tiffin, a man approached the bar and ordered another round of Bloody Virgin Mary's for he and his male companion seated at a John Wilkes Booth behind her. He looked over at Joan and said to the bartender and return her another as well. Joan smiled and thanked the man. He walked closer and said"Why not have your boozing with my friend and I rather than sitting alone at the bar."Joan readily agreed and took her drink over to the booth where the two men were seated. Both appeared to be in their sixties, a small paunchy and overweight, Both were pleasant and engaging. Joan gathered that they had assumed she was a working girl and she set about correcting that impression. Joan very quickly told her companions that she was vacationing for the week with her married man who was working in the area and that she was on her own during the calendar week twenty-four hour period."well"one finally said, we are actually here with a mathematical group for a couple of days of golf but the conditions has us stuck today. The rest period of the guys are up in the retinue playing cards."

Joan shared that she had come over from the beach for a massage And was having dejeuner before departing. Joan was well aware that both men were focused on the amount of cleavage she was showing with her teasing short checker shirt and braless titmouse. She leaned forward with elbows on the board allowing the exposure of more than bare skin to the two men sitting opposite her. Conversation halted momentarily as her companion took advantage of the view she offered."Wow ”, one finally said,"please don't take this wrong but you are one cover girl fauna, you have a very golden husband."Joan smiled and stared back at the men across the table.

The second beau quickly inserted"Would you like to go up and assemble the other guy ? I 'm sure they would like to meet you."

"Sure, why not."Joan replied.

They took their drinks with them to the elevator and devolve on up to the 12th floor. Joan was led down the hall to a with child suite where the doors opened into a sustenance area and with an exterior glass rampart that opened onto an expansive balcony looking out toward the beach. Seated around a gaming table were six other men of historic period similar to her companions. . Joan was a bit surprised suspecting that there would only be two other men but eight was a nice gang.

"This is Joan"one of her companions from downstairs offered to the group"She joined us in the bar. ”. All of the men stopped and closely view Joan walk into the elbow room. She took a seat on a bar stool near the plot board."We were in the thick of a add-in game"one of the men at the mesa offered. Joan smiled and said"Please continue, I like card plot too ”.

Conversations along with a few digression took place among the group in the room. Joan got off the bar can and walked across to search out of the glass wall toward the sea. Eight twosome of
eyes followed her as she walked, pelvic girdle swaying provocatively and her ass nicely outlined by her low acclivity form fitting jeans. Joan could almost get wind the blood vessels of eight cocks inflating as she passed by the table. She walked along the bulwark looking out to sea through the lenify rainwater as her figure was consumed by an aegir audience. The muteness began to get uncomfortable.

"I have an idea"said one of the honest-to-goodness member of the group"Why don't we invite our Edgar Albert Guest to wager the game with us ? ”. There was an bore rumble of correspondence around the elbow room."We are playing for some pretty senior high stakes"said another"she might not be interested in our table stakes."Let 's come up with some new rules"offered one of the others.

They quickly worked out some acting rules. To keep the game simple and fast each player, except Joan, would anti up $ 50.00 per round. It would be a unproblematic one card draw poker around the board, the heights batting order bearer would get his anti back and make a petition of Joan. If Joan won the rung each early member would add $ 100 to the pot. If Joan didn't want to forgather the winners request she would take out an item of article of clothing before moving on to the next bout. They would keep count of the victor of each round and when Joan called an end to the secret plan the player with the most wins would get all the John Cash in the pot. Every one agreed to the regulation and three Sir Thomas More chairs were pulled up to the mesa.

The number one round was dealt with Joan winning the bridge player with a King of Diamonds. The men groaned and each added $ 100 to the pot. On the second round Joan was dealt a six of Hart and the winning gentleman's gentleman drew an Ace of Clubs. The man looked at Joan and said."I'd like for you to hit your blouse and let me affect those tits.

Joan smiled at the man, rose from her nates and walked over to where the man was seated. He turned his chair toward her and she stepped close in front of him. She spread her arms to her incline and said"Untie me ”. The man pulled at the knot under her breasts loosing and then opening the social movement of her blouse. Her business firm 33C tit were bring out and her teat noticeably hardened as eight pairs of eyes locked onto her raw trunk. She lowered her limb allowing the man to slide her shirt from her shoulders and down her implements of war. The man took a breast in each hand and began to slowly figure out and suck on her mammilla while the residuum of the group watched making few sounds. Her breasts were pleasantly kneaded, licked and sucked as the audience watched jealously."Hey, long enough"came a voice from the table"We need to put in a two mo linguistic rule or you will hog the young lady for the rest of the day."Joan's breast were released and Joan returned to her seat.

On the third troll Joan drew a nine to the succeeder jak of nigga."I don't know whether to request she suck my dick or have her remove off those jeans for a aspect at that outstanding ass"came the winners reply."Ok, return me a blow job"came his response after a brief wait.

Joan walked around the board and the man stood as she unfastened his belt opened and unzipped his shorts pulling them along with his underclothing to the story. She was treated to a nice hard cock which She took in her hand and began licking along the venose shaft as the man's breathing increased. She took the header in her mouthpiece and allowed her tooth to rub against the enlarged sensitive pass as she sucked him in and out of her warm mouth. As she worked over the man's rooster she heard other zip fastener opening as several cocks sprang into the surface around the tabular array. Joan pumped and sucked on the success cock taking him deep in her oral cavity and binding of her throat. Her saliva glistened along the shaft of light and as she worked it over. She could sense the brain enlarge and the man quivered as he delivered the low gear rush of cum into her throat. She pulled back allowing the side by side outpouring to blast up along her pry and brow coating her nerve as it ran down her face. She took the dick back into her mouth and sucked it dry ending by licking the cum from around the shaft and underside.

She returned to her prat leaving the cum on her fount to summarise the secret plan while seven men sat dumbfounded around the table with there unvoiced putz in their hands.

Joan won the fourth rung resulting in $ 800 more dollar mark being added to the pot.

The fifth round winner decided to get Joan's jeans removed. Joan stood in front of the man and allowed him to unfasten and solve her miserly jeans down her hips and legs placing a hand on his shoulder for support as he pulled the denims off each metrical unit. Joan now wore only a sheer pale pink thong and her sandals. The man caressed her thighs and had her routine for a penny-pinching feel at her gorgeous ass. He seemed foiled that the G-string was still on."No way"said one of the actor"You said denim not panty so that will own to wait until another round."

round of golf six resulted in the gain hand holding another Ace while Joan drew a three of spade.
"I'd like to have her masturbate for us"said the winner."All of the men looked at Joan expecting some disinclination or a insipid refusal.

Joan left the table and walked a short length to the great plush lounge in the center of the room. She sat back into the pillows, spread her legs and began rubbing her vulva through the minuscule lash book binding. All the men left the mesa and formed a semi-circle near her to determine up close. Joan splayed her leg wide and slowly rubbed in and down her very wet slit lingering on her aroused clit and coaxing it from its protective cover. Her large fiddling bud was clearly seeable in its harry state. Joan's hand began to locomote more rapidly over and around her clit and she occasionally probed inside her vaginal wall with two or three fingers. She was becoming to a greater extent and more aroused as she stimulated her sex and watched eight men pump their cocks while performed her wanton ceremony of self atonement. She felt so slutty and so very, very good wanting to be watched and desired as she drove herself toward climax.

She now lifted her metrical unit up onto the couch pushing her pelvis more toward the edge, spreading her legs all-encompassing the thong pulled to the side exposing her entire vulva and picayune brownish asshole to view as she continued to agitate her clit and prob her inner wetness. She felt the clenched fist wave of her climax break over her. Joan's pelvis arched upward, her ass tightened and her thigh muscles trembled as she jerked uncontrollably through the series of short decease coursing through her. Her wetness soaked the coach shock absorber as she continued more slowly to minister of religion to her pussy as little waves of atonement ran through her.

The scorecard plot was quickly forgotten as the passkey entourage door were opened and the large king sizing bed made available for the activity to continue. Joan was led quivering to the bed and laid back while one of the men pulled her soaked tong down her legs and began lapping at her wet pussy licking from bastard to clit adding to her wetness. Two of the other men joined her on the bed with one beginning to prob her oral fissure with his stopcock while the other suck in and pulled on her mammilla. She came again as the multiple stimulations provoked her. She was then quickly mounted by another of the players and her her pussy filled by a hard pumping hawkshaw. She became lost in the state of continual foreplay and raw sex that ensued.

Over the row of the afternoon she was taken in every conceivable way by the orotund party using her mouth, ass and vagina with a few of the men having the stamina to engage her more than than once. Joan's orgasmic nature permitted her to enjoy a continuing series of climaxes as she was serviced by her attentive group.

Late that afternoon a terminal softened cock slipped out of her puss and for the first time since the sleeping room orgy started there was not another to bring its place. Joan slowly sat up between two men on the bed. She got up and headed to the bar orbit in search of water supply. She saw two men asleep on the vauntingly couch and the other four sitting exhausted in chairs about the elbow room. She padded naked over to a icebox and opened it to regain several bottles of water among many beers. She withdrew a bottle and opened it to quench her thirstiness. A couple of her associate smiled at her as she walked past them toward the can. She began to wash off away some of the stripe of cum plastered around her mouth, face and eubstance realizing that she needed to get back to her cottage to properly clean up and wash the fluids from her matt haircloth.

She walked about the master elbow room seeking her top and blue jean which she found on the floor near the table. Her panty was nowhere to be found. She quickly dressed, collected her bag and headed for the door. Several of the guys said a well-disposed good by and one of the two men whom she had originally encountered in the bar walked with her down the hallway to the lift. As they arrived and he pushed the button for her he pulled a wad of bill out of his pocket and pressed them into Joan's mitt."Whoa"said Joan, pushing them back toward him."I don't want your money ”.

"Hey, we know you are not a Hooker"replied the man."We discussed it and desire you to have the money anyway. We all would have gambled or spent Sir Thomas More than this if we had spent the day on the golf course. Buy yourself a treat. It was Worth every penny."The elevator arrived and Joan stepped inside as the man smiled and walked away. As the elevator began its descent Joan jammed comfortably than $ 3000 inside her little purse.

Thursday

Thursday was a courteous day and Joan spent time on the beach once again. Following the previous marathon sex seance, target had been keen to process Joan to an even of light up bondage play which had allowed her to be tied down and treated to manual and mechanical stimulation of her tender areas and being taken to several sexual climax. Today she planned on a less demanding day in the sun. She had been bold enough to wear her see through white Bikini to the beach for the first clip and her Department of State of disclosure had been duly noticed by her fellow beach departer. She again casually walked along the beach front enjoying the appreciative and not so appreciative looks she received. The thoroughgoing white patches of material called attention to her only slightly hidden dimension against her ardent honey tanned skin.

After her walk she took her towel some distance down the beach away from the more congest area and close to mostly private property with fix access. She placed her towel down and lay on her stomach feeling the warm sun against her uncovered skin. Her psyche lazily played over yesterday's outcome with the eight men. She thought about how she became lost in the unceasing penetration of her body the feel of so much naked Male flesh meshed against hers and what a rush it was to get lost in such a carnal drunken revelry of joy. She felt the desire to masturbate there in the warm sun and backbone. Rolling onto her belly she now had her manus positioned to pleasure herself without drawing attention. The good sunbathers were at least 30 or so yards away and into their own sun drenched stupefaction. She pulled the onionskin fabric covering her pussy aside and began slowly stimulating her curing button and felt the pleasure edifice. Joan developed a pattern of stimulating herself then backing off then bringing herself to the brink again as she luxuriated in the smart sun. She extended the caper teasing herself for quite some time before finally giving in to the urge to culminate. Her digit now moved more rapidly and roughly over her fiddling pleasure trigger her ventilation became rapid and brassy. Her thigh and buttocks quivered uncontrollably as the climax swept over her. Her deal slowed and she relaxed against the sand as her bridge player continued to provoke the wane tremors of her pleasure.

Joan finally withdrew her helping hand and lay still listening to the strait of the moving ridge behind her. When she finally rolled to her side, she was jolted by the presence of a very great man sitting on the gumption about 10 feet from her. She had abandoned cautiousness in her wake up state and not heard him access. She gasp in electric shock at her surprisal by the pile and physical proximity of a stereotypical biker wearing dungaree with a jean vest over a naked chest. His arms, neck and much of what she could see of his torso was covered in tattoos. His caput was shaved and he had a neatly trimmed byssus surrounding his mouthpiece and covering his mentum. A gravid crucify scar ran down the left English of his nozzle and across his cheek. Joan had frozen in her posture as her wide-eyed oculus took in this visage.

"Hey ma'am, I just been sitting here taking in the view"his cryptic representative rumbled over her.

Joan scrambled to her genu and pulled her beach towel in figurehead of her to cover her near desolation."What do you want ?"Joan demanded.

The biker looked back over his berm and pointed down the beach."See that yellow house with the red roof down the beach ? I was doing some work there and I noticed this telescope set up in the front elbow room. So I looked around the beach and saw you walking and getting mess of attention showing off that physical structure of yours. cerebration I'd come down and get hold of a look up close for myself."His speech was calm and matter of fact with no mite of a threat.

Joan said"I didn't hear you come up."

"Well, you appeared to be sorta officious working over that sugared picayune cooter of yours."Said the man.

Joan couldn't recollect her pussy ever being referred to as a"river cooter"before. She didn't know how to respond.

"You live here or just come to the beach to get off ?"He continued.

"I'm vacationing with my husband"Joan answered.

"I do n't see no husband"

"He works here. Joan responded.

"While he's at work you come down and exhibitionist to the tourists and get your jolly's on the beach"he said not as a dubiousness but as a matter of fact. Joan did not reply.

"show me that little cooter of yours honey."The man said.

"I will not, what do you take me for ?"Joan shot back."A fornicatress ?"

"Oh, I know you are a fornicatress"came his topic of fact reply."You may be a married slut, but you are a strumpet, maybe classier than most but you are a slut."

Joan had never been talked to like this before and certainly not by some alien. Her middle locked on the man's and they stared at each former.

"Now, slide over here and uncover that cooter of yours"came another matter of fact postulation.

Joan continued to sit and stare without responding.

"I got other affair to do"said the man"you haven't run off or screamed and I've already sat here and watched you fuck your paw and I'm asking you real nice to let me determine out your cooch. Now, if you want to guess you don't like to shew your fuck box like you been doing for almost of the morning supporter yourself. If you want to do what you naturally enjoy to do, then get with it."

A shiver ran over Joan's skin. She felt a mixture of fright, anger and doubt blend with a unthinkable urge to open herself to this intruder. She sat for what seemed timelessness staring into his cold unemotional eyes. He made no motility toward her. She now sat facing him with her beach towel bunched beneath her. She slowly spread her pegleg still looking into his center. She reached down and pulled the fragile see through fabric aside disclosing her puffy engorged vulva. The man's middle dropped to her fork. She sat there exposing her pussy for his viewing. The man moved closer and reached out his large pachydermatous hand placing it between her stage. He slowly traced his digit along her wet slit as he gently plied her labia undefendable to touch her privileged wetness. His rough thumb nudged and massaged her hardening button as he helped it uncover from its lair. Slowly, he inserted two then three of his large digit into Joan's vaginal canal and massaged its wall. Joan's breathing quickened as he played among her folds and stimulated her mendicancy clit. Exiting her inner channel his fingers ran over her contamination and probed at her puckered little ass. He massaged some of her juices around her anal possible action and pressed a finger into her rectum moving it around to test her tightness. Her anus easily stretched to accommodate the strangers probing. Joan's body was urging for more arousal. She suddenly wanted to see and refer this man's cock. Her arousal was abruptly suspended when the man removed his bridge player and sat back in the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin.

"Nice"the man casually observed"meet me tomorrow dayspring about 10:00 am on the beach road at the 77th street crossroad, it 's just a twosome of blocks from here, I 'll clean you up there."

Joan was taken aback by the this cursory declaration. Surely this stranger didn't think that she would meet meet for what reason she could only conceive of ! She knew nothing about the man except that his appearance placed him in a category of society that she didn't comrade with. What did he film her for ? She stammered and shuddered searching for an appropriate reply.

You get back to your sunbathing now."he added.

"Surely you can't imagine I will meet you"Joan finally got out.

The man simply smiled and began walking away his black boots sinking deep into the soft moxie. Joan watched with her mouthpiece open as he casually sauntered away down the beach. Joan looked down and realized that she still sat there holding the small bikini bed aside displaying her swollen wet vulva. She got up while repositioning her concealment, wrapped her towel about her shank and headed toward the beach house with her mind in a United States Department of State of disbelief and turmoil.

During the afternoon Joan tried to distract herself with readying for that night 's dinner party. She and gull were invited to the menage of the company owner that Mark was currently working with. She laid out some of her more Conservative article of clothing washed and styled her hair and got out a fresh shirt for chump. Her thought kept coming back to the encounter on the beach. Joan was forced to break up her even prep twice during the good afternoon to satisfy herself and momentarily clear her head. She had no intention of get together this boldface overconfident man ! Her pussy however, kept demanding attention which she was compelled to ply.

She wondered who this stranger was. He appeared to be in his late 40's or maybe even 50. When he walked away Joan guessed he must be at least 6'3"or taller probably weighing close to 300 lbs.. He was a sinewy bear of a man and fearsome looking but with a pacify demeanor and deportment.

Joan stayed distracted the entire evening occasionally losing the thread of dinner table conversation with their horde as her mind wondered to the expectant fingers uncovering her clit and probing inside her pussy and ass. She only hoped that the volume of wetness being generated by her thinking didn't completely saturate her panty and dress while they were seated at the dining table.

When they returned to the beach household Joan wanted Mark's dick in her immediately. She had removed her panties in the car and urgently masturbated as they drove along ocean ride. When they got to the house, she attacked Mark as he got out of the car and he took her from behind as she lay face down against the warm toughie of the car. From there thing proceeded inside where they went at it until well after midnight. She was gong to be so sated that she'd arrest thinking about the forward biker. She fell asleep satisfied.

Joan was blanket awake at 6:00 am. It made her angry that she was awake so early still with the likely liaison with her biker Friend on her head. She pretended to be asleep when Mark got up at 6:30 and when he departed for work at 7:30 am. When she heard mug close the threshold upon his leaving she got up and had chocolate that Mark had made while she paced about the planetary house in an agitated United States Department of State. At 9:00 am she took a hot shower, dried and brushed her hair's-breadth and liberally applied a fragrant lotion over her body. At 9:40 am she departed the house wearing jean shots and the gossamer egg white bikini top covered by a floral everyday top.

She walked the few stop to the designated location arriving a few minutes before 10:30. Traffic was fairly luminance on the four lane street at that time. Her mind was filled with trepidation and doubt but her intimate peculiarity was burning for the nameless. This was the most blind, risky and sexually charged chance she had taken among many reckless maraud over the past three or four yr. It had all started with her being pimped out at a vacation hotel four eld previously by one of the hotel employees. She'd allowed that to bump over the course of the week and she had come to know that she didn't rue a hour of the experience.

She heard the approaching Harley long before it came into view down the boulevard. It pulled up to the curb mounted by its massive rider. He grinned at her and handed her a black helmet to put on. She worked her head inside and he helped her adjust the Kuki strap She had only been on one other bike when she was dating after in high spirits schoolhouse. The biker told her where to target her invertebrate foot and said you'll grip onto me and be sure you do. He kicked the engine back to life history looked over his berm and launched the bike back into traffic. She grabbed around his shank tightly pressing her consistency into his rear as they sped along. Soon they were away from the resort area and heading westward along a rural route. About 15 min out the biker pulled into a small road face dining car and stopped."Had breakfast ?"he ask Joan."Just coffee"she answered."Eat"he said,"you gon na need you vim and a wax tummy ”.

They entered the diner with its all Male clientele of working men and a few older loner. Joan's entering brought the buzz of conversation to an abrupt stop as the biker ushered her interior and over to two vacant bar can. Joan ordered pancake and succus while her companion had a full country breakfast. No one spoke to either of the strange couple seated at the bar but Joan was very mindful of the leering stares she received. They finished their breakfast, paid the check and left the diner.

Some 15 hour further along, the motorcycle slowed and pulled into a low rambling building with a pocket-size bar on one end and a XXX Video and Sex Shop on the early.

"What are we doing here ?"Joan questioned as the gang fight of the engine died away.

"Don't concern, nothing gon na come about to you that you don't want to bechance and I'll make sure of that"her orotund fellow traveler assured her. He led her through the front door and into an clear retail expanse with clip, a few porno videodisk, sex toys and a option of fetish habiliment, punk, whips, body jewelry and early paraphernalia. There were three or four men loitering about looking at magazines and and sipping on beers.

"Hi Goliath"came the voice of a small man behind a counter. His name is Goliath ? Joan thought, I can understand why.

"Gim me the position key Jimmy"her biker answered,"got a little byplay to take precaution of ”.

"I see you do"jemmy said handing over a key on a small string.

The biker took Joan's arm and as he began leading her away said"Notify you call heel jemmy and have got the big room for me. We gon na be here for awhile this afternoon."Joan had no idea what that exchange meant but it sounded ominous. She began having serious doubt about what she had submitted to.

Goliath took Joan's arm and led her down a gloomy hallway to a room access at the end. He unlocked and opened the door and turned on a light as he ushered her inside. There was an old wooden desk, couple of filing cabinet cabinets and a board littered with magazine, ashtrays and beer cans against the wall. Joan was spun around to face monster as he sat down in a chairperson beside the desk. Joan hesitated as the enceinte biker looked up at her from his seated position. He took her handwriting and pulled her closer to him She stood between his spread legs as he looked at her. She stared into the rugged, disfigured face aware of the heavy tattoos running up the midst neck as a massive paw clasp her pelvic girdle."Take off your apparel"the rich voice rumbled.

Joan took a footprint back and slowly unbuttoned her shirt allowing it to slide down her weapons system to the base. Her grueling mamilla poked against the sparse transparent cover of her top. She untied the neck and back strings allowing the top to join her shirt upon the story. She next unfastened her besotted small jean short pants and worked them down her hips and thigh to slue to her human foot. She stepped out of her shorts now naked except for her jewelry. One large hand slid between her legs and began slowly massaging her vulva. Fingers moved between her labia spread and pulling on her tender physique as she became wetter. Then they were inside her, spreading and probing into her vaginal canal. His movements were tiresome and stimulating, he noticed when her physical structure responded and lingered over cause that aroused her. Joan's breathing became noticeably more fag and ragged as more finger's breadth penetrated her and began a more pressing probing of her quick responsive sex. Joan was now thrusting against the probing hand seeking her release. Abruptly, the hired man was withdrawn and Joan gasp with surprisal, her centre implored her lover as to why ?

The script coated with her succus moved up to her rima oris which she opened as the fingerbreadth coated by her juice slipped between her brim obscenely stretching her mouth broad as they slid over her tongue and poke into inside her mouth. She sucked and licked over as a great deal of the calloused fingerbreadth as she could as her mouth was stretched and fondled occasionally causing her to gag. string of saliva began to run down her Kuki and trickle to her pectus. The hand was gradually withdrawn sliding down her chin to hold on her throat coating it with her vaginal and oral wetness.

The biker arose from his hot seat and turned Joan toward the adjacent desk. He pushed her forward against the desk forcing her to bow at the waistline. He moved behind her and she was mindful of his jeans being unfastened. He began rubbing his large tool along the crack cocaine of her ass lowering it to her vaginal opening. Joan grunted as the magnanimous head popped inside. Hands now gripped her articulatio humeri and slowly began pulling back causing her to slowly accept more of the shaft, stretching her and stimulating every piece of her vaginal rampart. One large hand moved to cover her throat, not choking her but in a kissing handle that felt intimate and erotic. The declamatory gumshoe now rested well inside Joan 's vagina. She was impaled on the intruding cock her vagina began to involuntarily contract around it. The superstar she felt were heavenly and exciting and provoked Joan to require more than and more of the marvellous feeling. She began to drive back against the massive dick issuing little sounds of urgency as she accepted more of his length. The caput reached her cervix causing Joan to finish with the turncock pressed against its bulwark. She tired to unstrain and rotate her hip causing the wall to be massaged by the boastfully head. Her wall softened to accept the impinging as a greater sense of pleasure not discomfort labour her to move more urgently against this large wildcat of a man. As Joan's move became more frenzied her pardner clasp her pelvic arch with his hands and began easy rhythmic thrusting inside her the large cock now repeatedly massaged the entirety of her balmy inner pliable tissues awakening every midget nerve ending to his demanding assault. Joan's physical structure began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations of her orgasm ran through her. Goliath's footstep quickened his knife thrust now becoming urgent and more demanding. She gasp and quivered in her sexual euphoria and with a tacky groan the giant released a blast of seaman inside her.

They were still. Joan lay face down across the desk while the biker bent over her resting with his custody against the desk his putz still inside her as her kitty spasmed and contracted. Her biker finally pulled his softening phallus from her and a rush of cum spilled from her gaping opening.

Neither spoke with the biker returning to his president and Joan still sprawled on the desk."There's a john that you can use over there"came the deeply voice behind her. Joan roused herself and looked to see two door along the back wall."It's the one on the left"he indicated. Joan walked across the room to the cramped lavatory comprised of a wash catchment area and throne. She washed her brass and cleaned up as best she could with report towels and cold water. She sat down permitting more of his cum to leak out from her relieving herself before reentering the elbow room. The biker was pouring two ice of whisky at the desk and turned handing one of the glasses to Joan."Toss this down"he said handing her the glass. He had poured a generous portion and it took her four attempts to get all of the whisky down. It 's warmth coursed through her. Sitting the empty methamphetamine down, she gathered her garments off the floor and dressed as her companion silently watched.

"seminal fluid on"the biker said taking Joan's arm. They entered the hallway again walking down to the retail store. Joan noticed that there were now many more men standing around all of which looked at her as she was ushered into the store. They stopped at the buffet as Goliath said to Jimmy"We are going to the booth now. You all set ?"Jimmy nodded as they turned and headed toward the reverse side of the memory where there was another hallway. The residence was dimly illuminated by two red lights they passed several men lined against the bulwark and entered a elbow room near the end. Joan found herself in a minor knit room with a telecasting varan three cheap plastic chairs and a hole in the left paries. Joan realized that she was confronted with a real Gloryhole. She had seen video's of women servicing men with their mouth having sex with anonymous cocks. She and Mark had watched some of the action together when they surfed porno sites as part of their sex play. Now she was to experience one first hand.

"There's a room full of shaft waiting for you"Goliath said."Here, put this on the base for you genu"he added taking a shock absorber from one of the professorship and tossing it on the floor in front end of the heavy circular kettle of fish which Joan guessed to be about 10 inches in diameter."Some of these guys will want to arse around around, get their hands in here, play with your titties and thumb have a go at it your quim and asshole but don't take up much time with that diddly-shit, get the son of a bitch off and let'm relocation along you got a long line of descent waiting.

"I've got to be back by 5 pm"Joan said."My married man will be coming home.

"Then get occupy"came the response.

Joan turned toward the Gloryhole and watched the kickoff severely dick poke through extending from a picket Stanford White belly covered with black pubic hair. She took the unseen possessor's organ into her script and began pumping along the shaft bringing it to full attention before taking it inside her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the purple head as she worked up and down the shaft while listening to the impenetrable breathing on the other slope of the thin wall. In short order she felt the head enlarge and the warm bang of seamen coursed over her tongue. Cum coated her lips as the next pig out dick head was thrust toward her.

The afternoon became an endless parade of attention seeking shaft of all sizes and chromaticity. Joan sucked and relieved each in turn and on a few function permitted brief snuggling of her bosom, kitty-cat and ass by probing hands. Early on she noticed that her biker had pulled his enceinte dick back out stroking it while watching the slutty functioning taking place before him. Occasionally, Joan would reach over and stroke and suck on his large shaft between pecker rally through the gloryhole. The afternoon became an endless symphony of gumshoe, strong cum and speech sound of joy, Joan began to wonder how many men had shown up to use her backtalk and investigation her trunk. The sort in size, taste, smell and endurance was endless. Joan labored to satisfy each in turn.

By late afternoon monster called an end to the gloryhole and led Joan back through the sex shop. Joan's fount cervix and upper trunk was streaked with ejaculate as they exited the shop and mounted the Harley behind her bodyguard. The locomotive roared into life and they were suddenly back on the highway. She felt streaks of cum blown across her cheeks and chest Begin to dry into a viscid crusty coat by the air passing over her pelt. She knew now that she had an immensely slutty face maybe more so than she could have imagined. One arm was tightly clasp around the biker's waistline while with the other she reached forward to grip and squeeze his large tool through his jeans as they rode along. She arched her pelvic arch to wreak her clitoral domain into unwavering striking with the seat which throbbed from the oscillation from the loud locomotive engine traveling through the steel frame.

Dominicus

On Sunday morning stain watched Joan in the blood line of rider walking from the depot out to the pocket-size aircraft that would fly her home. Joan turned toward the terminal and waved toward the window not sure that she could identify Mark among the others standing with him. score smiled with dear, admiration and lust as he watched Joan slowly climbing the stair to the airplane. A sudden blast of hint caught her her short ruffle skirt blowing it up to expose her lovely nude ass to those in line behind her. She reached the doorway and disappeared into the cabin.



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