SATURDAY

Joan was aroused from her nap by the flight attendant's announcement that they were beginning their declension into Coastal Regional aerodrome. Joan yawned and sat up in her place noticing that her shortly sundress wench had ridden high up her wooden leg during her nap revealing her tanned thighs to the heavy gentleman setting next to her in the aisle backside. He had also had a taunt persuasion of her business firm breasts which was permitted by the unbutton top push revealing virtually of her tanned braless titty. She settled back in her seat, fastened her seatbelt for the landing while leaving her skirt high school up her thighs.

It was a Saturday forenoon and Joan was traveling to meet her married man who was working at a hangout beach community as a advisor for his accounting firm. She would be visiting for the succeeding week and he would be working during the weekdays but they would have the two weekends and eve together before she returned home on the observe Sunday. Joan looked forward to the relaxing and rejuvenating vacation over the succeeding few solar day and the free time that it promised.

Mark watched as Joan descended the stairs from the lowly regional jet with her carry on bag. She looked so sexy in her short pale greenish flowered sundress with the flame bird. He could see her unshackled breasts bouncing seductively as she walked toward the waiting area. As she approached bull's eye scooped her into his weaponry lifting her against him for a longsighted passionate kiss, an legal action which lifted her skirt exposing a great deal of her assault ass to the view of those behind her. They were happy to be reunited after three weeks apart. Mark took Joan's bag and they proceeded through the end to his car.

It was a short driving force to the beach cottage that cross was leasing. The cottage was on the ocean front nestled among similar structures with the living area on the 2nd and 3rd storey. A large front balcony with entrances from the living room and master rooms graced the front man of the structure. Joan walked through the bungalow admiring the layout then walked out onto the balcony to feel the ocean breeze. Mark came up behind her reaching around to fondle her tit and squeeze her hardening nipple through the slender cotton fiber stuff. He turned her to face him and they meshed against one another in another passionate kiss. Joan was aware that marker was aroused from the hardness of his pin-up dick pressure into her belly. He had been on his own for the past three weeks and unless his leaning had changed had likely not had sex with anyone resorting to periodic masturbation for relief. Joan looked as always to the sex with her loving hubby but her weeks without him had not deprived her of her owners sexual atonement.

Mark began unbuttoning Joan's dress pulling it away from her physical structure. As it slipped to the floor Joan said"So you want to accept me naked out here on the deck where everybody can see ?"

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

Joan stepped out of her attire, placed her thumbs inside the waist banding of her small pastel green thong and sliding it down her stage to the base. Mark stripped off his slacks and shirt. Joan dropped to her knee and pulled scratch's Jockey shorts to the floor as she began pumping his erect 7 column inch with her hired man. She took him into her mouth and began sucking and licking the head while continuing to work the dick with her deal. She felt Mark began to press his phallus into her oral fissure and she gradually took more and more of his length holding her breath and relaxing her throat as his member began to probe deeply into her mouthpiece. Now fully engaged Mark gently throat fucked Joan allowing menstruum of extraction to grab her breath as watercourse of spittle hung from her mouth and off his gumshoe. Joan's oral fissure and throat were used for various minutes as they commenced a week of coupling in a very world way.

stain raised Joan from her knees and lifted her from the flooring. She wrapped her ramification around his soundbox as crisscross positioned his dick at her vaginal opening. She lowered her physical structure impaling the hard putz inside her twat. Mark's bridge player grasp her ass cheeks as she rode up and down his ray of light while St. Mark grunted and thrust inside her. Joan was as excited by the let out sex as she was by her hubby's dick satisfying her. Joan felt her first orgasm break and began to utter piffling yell and her consistency convulsed against sucker and her juices flowed freely around his dick and out of her eubstance. She was in the thick of enjoying continuing pleasure waves from her release when her husband climaxed inside her. Saint Mark carried her inside still wrapped around him as he held her finis. He lay her across their bed and kissed her lovingly as she played with her clitoris while enjoying the tremors still coursing through her body. overnice way to start out the weekend, she thought.

Later that afternoon Mark had Joan apparel in her small short sundress sans thong this time and they went out for an betimes dinner at a local beach bar. Sunday 's in late season were somewhat slow with well-nigh customers either older couples or golfing groups in the resort for a few years. Joan was one of the few younger women there and her revealingly clad eubstance garnered mass of attention from others. Mark enjoyed showing her off and he knew that Joan got aroused by her state of nakedness and the lewd care she received from the mostly manful bunch.

Billy Sunday

Sunday arrived with bright sun and a blue-blooded breeze. Mark served a wanton breakfast of croissants and fresh fruit on the balcony with both of them seated naked at the small patio table. Neighbors were about and some walked nearby on the way to the beach but no one seemed to notice or mind the nude person duad seated on the beach house balcony.. After breakfast they put on swim suits and took towels to the beach to relax in the lovesome sun. Joan wore one of her more hefty two-piece this day but did remove the top once they had walked some distance down the beach and away from where nigh of the beach goers were gathered.

They lazily soaked up the sun with occasional dips in the breakers to refresh and cool themselves."So"scrape said, as they lay close on the sand, I'll be off to act upon tomorrow but I want you to revel your daytime while I 'm away.

"Oh, I will"Joan responded.

They walked casually along the beach hand in hand. Mark enjoyed the admiring looks that Joan received from other beach goers, particularly the males."You know, you should pick up a new swim suit or two while you are here. Maybe something a little more hardihood"marker 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 wear thin something that would reveal more and provoke her exhibitionist side, not that it took any prod to get her so inclined"But, I might see what's usable in the local shops if you would like me too"she added.

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

The day passed all too quickly with a late Italian dinner, some fourth dimension in the beach house hot tub and a recent visit back to the deserted dark shore where they had sex among the sand sand dune and sea oats that wafted in the assuage sea breeze.

Monday

Mon found Joan exiting a taxi along ocean boulevard where most of the in force shopping was useable. She had worn pissed white low ascending Lycra shorts that accentuated her bout prominent bottom and a short t shirt top that exposed her diaphragm with her bare breasts threatening to mistake into aspect below the hem with only cold-shoulder aggravation. Her medium length strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a short ponytail making her aspect youthful than her 34 years. She presented quite a sexy prototype as she meandered along the street with her bag slung over her shoulder.

She looked in a span of shops at swimsuits but didn't find anything that was quite slutty enough to oppose the image that she knew stain was hoping for. As she crossed a side street she spied a beach store a stop or two away from the others and walked down for a feeling. There were only one or two client in the memory board when she entered. The store was filled with every imaginable beach related particular from floats to hot seat and tons of tee shirts with beach logos and suggestive language emblazoned on many. There was a yearn rack of swimsuits near the prat of the fund and she found quite a few skimpy thong bikinis and micro two-piece's. She selected three off the rack and went into the changing elbow room to try them on.

The changing rooms were small-scale and poorly lit with a cheap budget items fluorescent fix and the way were a bit the worse for wear and not all too clean. Joan closed the door, noting that there was not a latch provided, she quickly removed her shortstop and top and put on the maiden bikini. It was a brilliant yellowness composed of two small triangles for covering her breasts and a slightly expectant trilateral for her pubic orbit. She maneuvered the skimpy material into position and deftly tied the thin strings attaching the top. The tush trilateral barely covered her vulva and easily showed the outline of her protruding hummock. Her torso was well displayed by the suit of clothes. Joan wanted to see herself in a better light so she opened the plywood room access and walked back into the main store where the light was brighter and there was a good stuffing mirror available.

Joan had to take the air respective railway yard to a nook full duration mirror. She was aware that her behind and most of her nude consistence would be on video display to anyone in that part of the shop. She saw one other woman some distance away near the front line. She stood in front end of the mirror and turned to see the suits fit. The slim down strings holding the textile trilateral in place caressed her tanned consistency. This one will run Joan thought as she turned to recall to the dressing room. Walking toward the fecundation room she encountered a man who appeared to work at the store.

He smiled and greeted her and in a large centre eastern accent askIng if she needed any help. She thanked him but said"No, I'm fine thank you."She continued toward the dressing way aware that the man had stopped to watch her as she walked away.

Joan removed the yellow bikini and looked over her next survival. This one was a white string bikini with very sheer cloth material covering the life-sustaining areas. The fabric covered a bit more surface area but her nipple and areola were plainly visible and while her vulva was not outlined by the stuff her entire pussy was vaguely visible through the gossamer material. Wondering how the bikini would look in the brighter light Joan once again walked out of the grooming room and into the store. She turned to point toward the mirror and met the man who she had encountered before and a indorse older midriff easterly man obviously waiting for her to come out. The honest-to-god man rushed up to her exclaiming how good the bikini looked on her. Joan barely had time to respond before both men were ushering her toward the mirror chattering about her appearance and the terrific suit. Joan viewed her look-alike in the mirror with the two men standing to her side. She might as well have been completely naked under the bright lights her titty and pubic domain were clearly visible. If anything the sheer material highlighted her asset and attracted the eye Thomas More than nudity might feature. The two men stepped cheeseparing to Joan touching her arms and shoulder joint and coaxing her to turn and take care at herself. Their comments became a mixture of disordered English and an eastern spoken communication she did not understand. As they touched her and continued to rain compliment upon her. Joan began to find her physical structure respond to her openness and the attention of the two men. wet was building in her vagina and her soundbox was warming in her arousal.
As Joan accepted more than of the two men's attention they became bolder with their touching. Hands now brushed her back and sides as they talked about her. Joan backed away a bit saying that she had to try yet another suit. Joan got into the medical dressing room and closed the doorway with both men waiting outside.. She removed the white bikini and noticed that the bottom was dampness with her wetness. She badly would make liked to engage some prison term and masturbate herself to an coming in the muddied small enclothe elbow room but with the two men obviously waiting for her that didn't seem an available form of substitute at the moment.

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 rear consisting of a thin elastic stria around the waist and a thinner strap between her ass boldness with a narrow vertical lavender strip of cloth covering her slit, the position of her vulva were bared and had she had any pubic hair it would get been arrayed around the small strip of cloth. The elastic waist band was stretched in a crisp V from her hips to the apex of. Her pitcher's mound like a directional pointer pointing at her overweight nether region. The boob cover version was of exchangeable design. Two minute airstrip less than two column inch in width, covered her nipples leaving a lot of her areola on display and her breasts for the most function uncovered as a sparse network of string tie-up struggled to keep the bits of material in place. Joan might as well have been topless for all of the cover provided by the micro. Joan began to wonder about the sapience of appearing before her two suitor in this bit of slutty beachwear but her juices were flowing and her natural sexual nature and previous sexual encounters overcame any fear so she made the outdo accommodation that she could and opened the threshold.

The two men again rushed over and began their solicitous suit of her once again now speaking much more in their foreign tongue. They began walking her back toward the mirror once again. Joan noticed that she was now the exclusively client in the store. The older of the two men now allowed his paw to slip from her back down to her bare ass cheek and caress her house rounded flesh as they walked. Joan made no effort to discontinue him. They stood beside her in front of the mirror. The senior man continued to caress and rub her ass while the younger one rubbed the arm he was holding and she could sense the hardness of his a dick pressing into her thigh. She moved her hip into him as an acknowledgment of his intimate res publica. The Old man now boldly caressed her left breast and when Joan permitted his touch he dropped his caput to her chest and sucked her house nipple into his mouth. Joan turned to face him placed her hand behind his balding head as he sucked feverishly at her aright breast.

The older man suddenly barked something to the youthful one and he rushed away toward the movement of the store. Joan soon realized that his mission was to secure the front doorway and close the memory board. She was now on her own for sure with the two men. strap were scattered askew about her organic structure as her breasts were freed to be mauled, sucked and bitten by the aged of the two men. The jr. man returned and began pulling the diminutive bottoms off Joan. He got his hand into the crack of her ass and urgently began probing her bottom. The two men continued to chatter at each other with the sometime one firmly in instruction of the proceedings. He dropped his pants and pushed down on Joan's shoulder indicating he wanted her to nurse him. Joan was confronted by a very fat somewhat unforesightful cock outlined by enceinte veins and a hairy pubic theme. His large clump swung below. She peeled back the uncut skin and proceeded to lick and suck the erstwhile man's cock into her back talk and caress his balls with her other hand. The immature man knelt beside her and continued to probe her ass and clout and touch at her boob.

The man she was pleasing orally began to stuff into her back talk urgently and while his girth was challenging the distance didn't pose a problem for her to accommodate. Just a few bit into the session Joan felt the older man tense and his fat peter pulsed as he pumped his cum over her tongue. Her mouth was so filled with his cock that practically of the seamen was forced from her back talk before she could eat up running down her chin and throat and dripping onto her thigh and the floor.

As the softening cock slipped from Joan's mouth the immature man pulled her from her kneeling perspective and bent-grass her forward over a comeback of beach towels. He spread her legs placed his manpower on either ass cheek spread them and began vigorously lapping and probing her pouting porta with his tongue. He spit into her crack allowing the spittle to run down until he began lubricating her ass with his digit. Joan was sword lily that her ass was fucked frequently enough that it was easily pliant for entry which permitted her to savor anal penetration with little soreness. She heard the sound of a zipper and soon felt the head of a rooster pressed against her anus. Positioning himself the younger man roughly thrust his peter into her first step. Joan gave a grunt with the attack as the man settled into speedy nookie of her ass. He grabbed Joan's poly tail pulling her head back and forcing her to cope with his pounding shaft with each thrust. Joan wanted badly to represent with her clit but the violence of the assault on her ass didn't Trachinotus falcatus that at the minute. The speech sound of the young man's body slamming against Joan's spread ass filed the fund as he grunted and gasp while rushing toward his sexual climax. Joan's hair was released and the man grabbed both of her berm pulling her spinal column fully against him as he emptied inside her gut.

Joan slumped against the towels catching her breath as the man pulled out of her. The quondam 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 display rejoinder and rushed her toward the dressing room."Get dressed, leave."The sr. one kept saying. They obviously wanted her gone.

Joan quickly got her short pants and top cover on. The men continued to talk excitedly outside as she opened the dressing room door grasping the rumpled pile of swimsuit in her hand the men quickly ushered her toward the room access. One grabbed a bag for her to put the swimsuit in as she was thrust through the room access and onto the sidewalk. As Joan walked away with cum residue still drying l on her font and neck and leaking from her ass she noticed a car pulling up in front of the entrepot. Two woman got out and entered the store. Obviously this was the grounds for the rush. Someone's wife or girlfriend was showing up and they didn't want to get caught with a aphrodisiacal American English. Joan needed to freshen up and also pay some attention to her pussy which had been totally ignored through the integral encounter in the depot. She began searching for a business organization with a public rest room to refreshen up. She had gained three loose Bikini and some unexpected sexual input as a effect of her shopping stumble.

TUESDAY

Tuesday she spent much of the day on the shore sunning in her petty skimpy yellow bikini to the lecherous glances of many of the men and jealous or detesting looks from their married woman or companions. She enjoyed the attention from both and found opportunities to blink a slight of her few hidden magical spell still covered by the small two-piece. That evening Mark took her down the glide for dinner at a seafood camp. As was his practice when they were out of townsfolk he had her habiliment let out clothes to better render her off. That dark she wore a couplet of Daisy Duke unretentive cut off blue jean low on her rose hip with a nice amount of impudence exposed to perspective. Her top was a cotton red and white checked shirt which she tied in a knot just beneath her titty with no push button fastened. Her exposed heart sported a gold body chain that floated just above her pelvis. needle to say her plus were as a great deal a part of the pleasing eyeshot as the deep sunset across the fen from the veranda where they enjoyed dinner.

Midweek

Joan awoke Wednesday to a unfluctuating rain. No beach today she thought. So, what to do for the day. As she had a cup of coffee she began browsing the Internet on her pad. She queried Spas in the surface area thinking that a comfort massage and facial nerve would be a welcome diversion. She placed a telephone call to make a mental reservation at an exclusive Spa at a recourse hotel a few naut mi up the glide.

Joan took a taxi to her finish. She wore the checked shirt from last even and a brace of fitted designer jeans that hugged her stage and framed her ass to in effect effect. Her high wedge heel sandals completed her rig except for her jewellery. She took the elevator down to the Spa story and checked in at the desk.

In the footlocker elbow room Joan disrobed and went into a large sweat room. She was alone in the darkened interior so she lay along one of the wooden terrace allowing her naked body to be warmed by the heat. Soon she was coated with swither as her skin radiated from the in high spirits rut and humidity. Time passed as she became coat with wetness, pilus plastered against her scalp and os frontale with perspiration, she exited picking up a large towel to wrap around her nudeness. She walked through the locker room and entered the lobby of the massage parlor. A young Asian young woman ushered her to a small cooling system pool and removed her towel for her to step into the cool waters. The water appeared colder than its actual temperature due to the elevated warmth of her body. Joan submerged herself holding her breathing time as the coolness jolted her senses. After a couple of minutes she stood to set out the pool and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl awaited her with a fresh, lucullan towel. She was then led into a small massage room where two expert masseuses plied her body with knowing hands leaving her in a superintendent pampered and relaxed condition.

As Joan took the hotel lift up from the Spa she decided to take hold of some tiffin before returning to the beach house. She located the bar and entered its darken interior finding all of the bar potty unoccupied. She ordered a mimosa with a shrimp salad and began to look around the interior. There were few the great unwashed in the bar at this hour of the day. There were two duet having luncheon and two or three tabular array of men one radical dressed in suits indicating a in all likelihood business outing and the others, older men probably golfers or vacationers, trapped at the hotel by the showery day.

As Joan finished her lunch, a man approached the bar and ordered another unit of ammunition of Bloody Mary's for he and his manly companion seated at a cubicle behind her. He looked over at Joan and said to the barkeeper and give her another as well. Joan smiled and thanked the man. He walked closer and said"Why not give birth your swallow with my friend and I rather than sitting alone at the bar."Joan readily agreed and took her drunkenness over to the kiosk where the two men were seated. Both appeared to be in their sixty, a small paunchy and overweight, Both were pleasant and engaging. Joan gathered that they had assumed she was a exploit daughter and she set about correcting that printing. Joan very quickly told her companions that she was vacationing for the calendar week with her hubby who was working in the region and that she was on her own during the week sidereal day."well"one finally said, we are actually here with a radical for a duo of days of golf but the weather has us stuck today. The sleep of the guys are up in the suite playing cards."

Joan shared that she had come over from the beach for a massage And was having tiffin before departing. Joan was well aware that both men were focused on the amount of segmentation she was showing with her teasing little checkered shirt and braless titmouse. She leaned forward with elbows on the table allowing the exposure of to a greater extent bare skin to the two men sitting opposite her. Conversation halted momentarily as her fellow traveler took advantage of the view she offered."Wow ”, one finally said,"please don't take this faulty but you are one lovely creature, you have a very prosperous husband."Joan smiled and stared back at the men across the table.

The second fellow quickly inserted"Would you like to go up and foregather the early guy wire ? I 'm trusted they would like to meet you."

"Sure, why not."Joan replied.

They took their crapulence with them to the elevator and devolve on up to the 12th flooring. Joan was led down the hallway to a large suite where the doors opened into a living region and with an exterior glass wall that opened onto an talkative balcony looking out toward the beach. Seated around a gambling mesa were six other men of ages standardized to her fellow traveller. . Joan was a bit surprised suspecting that there would only be two early men but eight was a prissy crowd.

"This is Joan"one of her companions from downstairs offered to the radical"She joined us in the bar. ”. All of the men stopped and closely check Joan walk into the room. She took a bum on a bar ordure near the game mesa."We were in the thick of a card biz"one of the men at the mesa offered. Joan smiled and said"Please continue, I like plug-in games too ”.

Conversations along with a few asides took seat among the group in the room. Joan got off the bar commode and walked across to search out of the glass bulwark toward the ocean. Eight duet of
eye followed her as she walked, hips swaying provocatively and her ass nicely outlined by her low rise form fitting blue jean. Joan could almost hear the blood vessels of eight putz inflating as she passed by the table. She walked along the wall looking out to sea through the gentle rain as her physical body was consumed by an eager audience. The silence began to suit uncomfortable.

"I have an idea"said one of the aged extremity of the mathematical group"Why don't we invite our guest to make for the biz with us ? ”. There was an eager rumble of agreement around the room."We are playing for some pretty high up stakes"said another"she might not be occupy in our table stakes."Let 's come up with some new prescript"offered one of the others.

They quickly worked out some playing normal. To observe the game simple and fast each player, except Joan, would anti up $ 50.00 per round. It would be a bare one carte draw around the board, the highschool wit holder would get his anti back and make a asking of Joan. If Joan won the round of drinks each early member would add $ 100 to the pot. If Joan didn't want to meet the victor request she would hit an particular of habiliment before moving on to the following troll. They would keep count of the winner of each round and when Joan called an end to the plot the player with the most wins would get all the cash in the pot. Every one agreed to the ruler and three more chairs were pulled up to the table.

The first base round was dealt with Joan winning the hired hand with a King of infield. The men groaned and each added $ 100 to the pot. On the second round Joan was dealt a six of harts and the winning man drew an Ace of club. The man looked at Joan and said."I'd like for you to get rid of your blouse and let me touch those tits.

Joan smiled at the man, rose from her seat and walked over to where the man was seated. He turned his chair toward her and she stepped close in movement of him. She spread her blazon to her sides and said"Untie me ”. The man pulled at the knot under her boob loosing and then opening the front man of her blouse. Her house 33C tits were divulge and her nipples noticeably hardened as eight pair of optic locked onto her naked body. She lowered her arms allowing the man to slide her shirt from her shoulders and down her blazonry. The man took a breast in each manus and began to slowly lick and suck on her nipple while the balance of the group watched making few speech sound. Her breast 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 minute convention or you will hog the young lady for the rest of the day."Joan's breasts were released and Joan returned to her tooshie.

On the third rhythm Joan drew a nine to the winners diddly of nigger."I don't know whether to request she take in my dick or have her take off those jeans for a facial expression at that striking ass"came the winners reaction."Ok, give me a blow job"came his response after a legal brief hold.

Joan walked around the table and the man stood as she unfastened his belt opened and unzipped his boxershorts pulling them along with his underclothing to the floor. She was treated to a dainty hard shaft which She took in her mitt and began licking along the veinlike shaft as the man's respiration increased. She took the mind in her mouth and allowed her teeth to rub against the blown-up sensible caput as she sucked him in and out of her ardent mouth. As she worked over the man's dick she heard other zippers opening as several turncock sprang into the open around the tabular array. Joan pumped and sucked on the victor cock taking him deep in her sass and back of her throat. Her saliva glistened along the shaft and as she worked it over. She could feel the head enlarge and the man quivered as he delivered the first rush of cum into her throat. She pulled back allowing the next discharge to pillory up along her nose and forehead coating her brass as it ran down her face. She took the dick back into her mouthpiece and sucked it dry ending by licking the cum from around the shaft and bottom.

She returned to her ass leaving the cum on her aspect to resume the biz while seven men sat dumbfounded around the table with there heavily shaft in their workforce.

Joan won the fourth round resulting in $ 800 more dollars being added to the pot.

The fifth round winner decided to get Joan's jeans removed. Joan stood in battlefront of the man and allowed him to unfasten and sour her fuddled jeans down her hips and pegleg placing a hand on his shoulder for support as he pulled the denims off each foot. Joan now wore only a sheer pale pink thong and her sandals. The man caressed her thighs and had her turn for a closing flavour at her gorgeous ass. He seemed disappointed that the thong was still on."No way"said one of the players"You said blue jean not panty so that will have to wait until another round."

Round six resulted in the make headway hand holding another Ace while Joan drew a three of jigaboo.
"I'd like to have her masturbate for us"said the winner."All of the men looked at Joan expecting some hesitancy or a monotonic refusal.

Joan left the table and walked a poor space to the large plush couch in the nitty-gritty of the room. She sat back into the pillows, spread her branch and began rubbing her vulva through the minor thong cover. All the men left the tabular array and formed a semi-circle near her to take in up close. Joan splayed her legs wide and slowly rubbed in and down her very wet incision lingering on her call down clitoris and coaxing it from its protective cover song. Her large short bud was clearly visible in its provoked State Department. Joan's hand began to move more rapidly over and around her clit and she occasionally probed inside her vaginal walls with two or three fingerbreadth. She was becoming more and more aroused as she stimulated her sex and watched eight men pump their cocks while performed her wanton ceremonial occasion of self expiation. She felt so slutty and so very, very undecomposed wanting to be watched and desired as she drove herself toward orgasm.

She now lifted her foot up onto the couch pushing her pelvis more toward the edge, spreading her peg wide the thong pulled to the side of meat exposing her integral vulva and little John Brown asshole to view as she continued to agitate her clit and prob her intimate wetness. She felt the fist Wave of her climax gaolbreak over her. Joan's pelvis arched upward, her ass tightened and her second joint brawniness trembled as she jerked uncontrollably through the series of piffling deaths coursing through her. Her wetness soaked the coach shock as she continued more slowly to minister to her pussy as little waves of satisfaction ran through her.

The plug-in game was quickly forgotten as the headmaster suite threshold were opened and the big queen size bed made available for the action to go along. 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 kitty-cat licking from shit to clit adding to her wetness. Two of the other men joined her on the bed with one beginning to prob her mouth with his cock while the other fellate and pulled on her tits. She came again as the multiple input provoked her. She was then quickly mounted by another of the players and her her slit filled by a hard pumping shaft. She became lost in the commonwealth of continual rousing and raw sex that ensued.

Over the course of instruction of the afternoon she was taken in every imaginable way by the large party using her mouth, ass and vagina with a few of the men having the stamen to take her more than once. Joan's orgasmic nature permitted her to enjoy a continuing series of climax as she was serviced by her attentive group.

Late that afternoon a last softened cock slipped out of her pussy and for the first prison term since the bedroom orgy started there was not another to take its place. Joan slowly sat up between two men on the bed. She got up and headed to the bar area in search of water. She saw two men asleep on the bombastic couch and the other four sitting exhausted in chairwoman about the room. She padded naked over to a refrigerator and opened it to find several bottleful of water among many beers. She withdrew a bottleful and opened it to squelch her thirstiness. A couple of her companions smiled at her as she walked past them toward the bathroom. She began to wash away some of the streaks of cum plastered around her mouth, face and soundbox realizing that she needed to get back to her cottage to properly clean up and wash off the fluids from her mat up tomentum.

She walked about the main room seeking her top and blue jean which she found on the trading floor near the table. Her panty was nowhere to be found. She quickly dressed, collected her bag and headed for the doorway. 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 elevator. As they arrived and he pushed the button for her he pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and pressed them into Joan's manus."Whoa"said Joan, pushing them back toward him."I don't want your money ”.

"Hey, we know you are not a street girl"replied the man."We discussed it and want you to have the money anyway. We all would have gambled or spent more than this if we had spent the day on the golf course. Buy yourself a goody. It was worth every penny."The lift arrived and Joan stepped inside as the man smiled and walked away. As the elevator began its blood Joan jammed secure than $ 3000 inside her small handbag.

THURSDAY

Th was a decent day and Joan spent time on the beach once again. Following the late marathon sex school term, mug had been discriminating to treat Joan to an evening of weak bondage play which had allowed her to be tied down and treated to manual and mechanical arousal of her sore areas and being taken to several sexual climax. Today she planned on a less postulate day in the sun. She had been bold enough to wear her see through white bikini to the beach for the low time and her res publica of revealing had been duly noticed by her fellow beach departer. She again casually walked along the beach straw man enjoying the appreciative and not so appreciative looks she received. The perfect bloodless patches of material called attention to her only slightly hidden attribute against her strong honey tanned skin.

After her walk she took her towel some distance down the beach away from the more congested area and close to mostly common soldier prop with fix access. She placed her towel down and lay on her stomach feeling the tender sun against her endanger peel. Her psyche lazily played over yesterday's events with the eight men. She thought about how she became lost in the unceasing incursion of her soundbox the feel of so much au naturel male person flesh meshed against hers and what a boot it was to get lost in such a fleshly saturnalia of delight. She felt the desire to she-bop there in the warm sun and moxie. Rolling onto her belly she now had her hand positioned to pleasure herself without drawing attention. The nearest sunbathers were at least 30 or so yards away and into their own sun drenched grogginess. She pulled the flimsy fabric covering her cunt aside and began slowly stimulating her solidification clit and felt the pleasance edifice. Joan developed a pattern of stimulating herself then backing off then bringing herself to the brink again as she luxuriated in the shining sun. She extended the play teasing herself for quite some time before finally giving in to the itch to climax. Her fingers now moved more rapidly and roughly over her little pleasure gun trigger her breathing became rapid and gaudy. Her thigh and buttocks quivered uncontrollably as the orgasm swept over her. Her deal slowed and she relaxed against the Sand as her hand continued to chivy the waning tremor of her pleasure.

Joan finally withdrew her hand and lay still listening to the auditory sensation of the waves behind her. When she finally rolled to her incline, she was jolted by the presence of a very orotund man sitting on the sand about 10 feet from her. She had abandoned caution in her wound up province and not heard him approaching. She gasp in shock at her surprisal by the sight and physical propinquity of a stereotypical biker wearing jeans with a jean vest over a spare breast. His weapons system, neck opening and much of what she could see of his torso was covered in tattoos. His point was shaved and he had a neatly trimmed beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin. A large ragged cicatrix ran down the left side of his nose and across his impudence. Joan had frozen in her view as her wide eyes took in this countenance.

"Hey lady, I just been sitting here taking in the view"his deep vocalisation rumbled over her.

Joan scrambled to her knees and pulled her beach towel in nominal head of her to cover her near bareness."What do you desire ?"Joan demanded.

The biker looked back over his shoulder and pointed down the beach."See that yellow house with the red ceiling down the beach ? I was doing some work there and I noticed this telescope set up in the front way. So I looked around the beach and saw you walking and getting plenty of aid showing off that consistency of yours. sentiment I'd come down and take up a look up close for myself."His speech was tranquilize and matter of fact with no wind of a threat.

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

"Well, you appeared to be sorta interfering working over that sweet slight cooter of yours."Said the man.

Joan couldn't remember her pussy ever being referred to as a"cooter"before. She didn't be intimate how to reply.

"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 show-off to the tourists and get your jolly's on the beach"he said not as a question but as a issue of fact. Joan did not reply.

"appearance me that short cooter of yours honey."The man said.

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

"Oh, I know you are a slut"came his matter of fact reply."You may be a splice slovenly woman, but you are a adulteress, maybe classier than near but you are a slut."

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

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

Joan continued to sit and stare without responding.

"I got former thing to do"said the man"you haven't run off or screamed and I've already sat here and watched you fuck your bridge player and I'm asking you real skillful to let me check out your cooch. Now, if you want to sham you don't like to show your piece of tail box like you been doing for almost of the morning assist yourself. If you want to do what you naturally love to do, then get with it."

A shiver ran over Joan's skin. She felt a mixture of fear, angriness and doubt mixed with a unthinkable urge to afford herself to this intruder. She sat for what seemed timeless existence staring into his cold unemotional oculus. He made no motion toward her. She now sat facing him with her beach towel bunched beneath her. She slowly spread her legs still looking into his eyes. She reached down and pulled the fragile see through material aside disclosing her puffy engorged vulva. The man's eyes dropped to her genitals. She sat there exposing her pussy for his screening. The man moved closer and reached out his tumid calloused helping hand placing it between her legs. He slowly traced his fingers along her wet puss as he gently plied her labia open to allude her inside wetness. His rough thumb nudged and massaged her solidifying clit as he helped it uncover from its lair. Slowly, he inserted two then three of his expectant fingers into Joan's vaginal canal and massaged its walls. Joan's breathing quickened as he played among her faithful and stimulated her begging clit. Exiting her inner conduct his fingers ran over her taint and probed at her puckered little ass. He massaged some of her juice around her anal retentive opening and pressed a finger into her rectum moving it around to test her denseness. Her anus easily stretched to oblige the alien probing. Joan's body was urging for to a greater extent stimulation. She suddenly wanted to see and touch this man's cock. Her stimulation was abruptly suspended when the man removed his bridge player and sat back in the Sand.

"Nice"the man casually observed"meet me tomorrow good morning about 10:00 am on the beach route at the 77th street crossroad, it 's just a duet of blocking from here, I 'll pluck you up there."

Joan was taken aback by the this occasional declaration. Surely this alien didn't think that she would encounter meet for what reasonableness she could only think ! She knew zippo about the man except that his visual aspect placed him in a category of companionship that she didn't companion with. What did he take 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 dim charge sinking deep into the diffuse sand. Joan watched with her lip open as he casually sauntered away down the beach. Joan looked down and realized that she still sat there holding the pocket-size bikini buttocks aside displaying her swollen-headed wet vulva. She got up while repositioning her cover, wrapped her towel about her waist and headed toward the beach house with her mind in a United States Department of State of unbelief and excitement.

During the afternoon Joan tried to deflect herself with readying for that Night 's dinner. She and Mark were invited to the home of the company owner that print was currently working with. She laid out some of her more materialistic clothing washed and styled her fuzz and got out a fresh shirt for Mark. Her intellection kept coming back to the encounter on the beach. Joan was forced to disrupt her evening preparations twice during the good afternoon to satisfy herself and momentarily clear her head. She had no intention of meeting this bold overconfident man ! Her pussy however, kept demanding attention which she was compelled to supply.

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 muscular bear of a man and frightening looking but with a gentle demeanor and doings.

Joan stayed distracted the entire eve occasionally losing the yarn of dinner defer conversation with their host as her mind wondered to the with child digit uncovering her clit and probing inside her kitty-cat and ass. She only hoped that the volume of wetness being generated by her mentation didn't completely saturate her pantie and dress while they were seated at the dining tabular array.

When they returned to the beach firm Joan wanted scar's putz in her immediately. She had removed her pantie in the car and urgently masturbated as they drove along ocean effort. When they got to the house, she attacked stain as he got out of the car and he took her from behind as she lay face down against the warm cap of the car. From there things proceeded inside where they went at it until well after midnight. She was tam-tam to be so sated that she'd plosive consonant thinking about the forward biker. She fell asleep satisfied.

Joan was wide awake at 6:00 am. It made her angry that she was awake so former still with the potential involvement with her biker ally on her mind. She pretended to be asleep when Mark got up at 6:30 and when he departed for body of work at 7:30 am. When she heard Mark close up the threshold upon his departure she got up and had deep brown that Mark had made while she paced about the theatre in an agitated state. At 9:00 am she took a hot shower bath, dried and brushed her whisker and liberally applied a fragrant lotion over her body. At 9:40 am she departed the star sign wearing jean shot and the see-through white Bikini top covered by a floral daily top.

She walked the few blocks to the designated location arriving a few arcminute before 10:30. Traffic was fairly light on the four lane street at that time. Her judgment was filled with trepidation and doubt but her sexual curiosity was burning for the unknown. This was the most blind, hazardous and sexually charged opportunity she had taken among many foolhardy raid over the preceding three or four class. It had all started with her being pimped out at a vacation hotel four years previously by one of the hotel employees. She'd allowed that to go on over the line of the week and she had come to know that she didn't regret a moment of the experience.

She heard the approaching Harley long before it came into perspective down the avenue. It pulled up to the curb mounted by its monumental 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 shoulder strap She had only been on one other bicycle when she was dating after heights schooltime. The biker told her where to place her feet and said you'll keep onto me and be for sure you do. He kicked the engine back to life looked over his shoulder and launched the bike back into traffic. She grabbed around his waist tightly pressing her eubstance into his dorsum as they sped along. Soon they were away from the holiday resort sphere and heading west along a rural road. About 15 transactions out the biker pulled into a low route side dining car and stopped."Had breakfast ?"he ask Joan."Just coffee"she answered."Eat"he said,"you gon na involve you free energy and a full abdomen ”.

They entered the buffet car with its all male person clientele of working men and a few aged lone hand. Joan's entrance brought the bombilation of conversation to an abrupt stop as the biker ushered her inside and over to two vacant bar stools. Joan ordered pancake and succus while her comrade had a full nation breakfast. No one spoke to either of the unusual brace 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 buffet car.

Some 15 bit further along, the bicycle slowed and pulled into a low rambling building with a small bar on one end and a XXX telecasting and Sex workshop on the other.

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

"Don't worry, aught gon na happen to you that you don't want to materialize and I'll make sure of that"her large companion assured her. He led her through the front doorway and into an open retail domain with magazines, a few porno videodisc, sex toys and a survival of juju vesture, hoods, whip, body jewelry and early paraphernalia. There were three or four men loitering about looking at mag and and sipping on beers.

"Hi Goliath"came the part of a small man behind a counter. His figure is Goliath ? Joan thought, I can empathise why.

"Gim me the office key jemmy"her biker answered,"got a slight business sector to take attention of ”.

"I see you do"Jimmy said handing over a key on a small concatenation.

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

Goliath took Joan's arm and led her down a dark hall to a threshold at the end. He unlocked and opened the room access and turned on a light as he ushered her inside. There was an old wooden desk, couple of file cabinets and a table littered with magazines, ashtrays and beer bum against the rampart. Joan was spun around to confront Goliath as he sat down in a chairwoman beside the desk. Joan hesitated as the great biker looked up at her from his seated posture. He took her mitt and pulled her closer to him She stood between his cattle ranch legs as he looked at her. She stared into the rugged, disfigured face aware of the heavy tattoos running up the thick neck as a monumental helping hand clasp her hips."Take off your apparel"the deep voice rumbled.

Joan took a stride back and slowly unbuttoned her shirt allowing it to slide down her blazon to the floor. Her voiceless nipples poked against the thin transparent cover of her top. She untied the neck and back strand allowing the top to conjoin her shirt upon the floor. She adjacent unfastened her mean minuscule jean shorts and worked them down her hips and thighs to skid to her invertebrate foot. She stepped out of her drawers now naked except for her jewelry. One gravid handwriting slid between her legs and began slowly massaging her vulva. Fingers moved between her labia spreading and pulling on her tender flesh as she became wetter. Then they were inside her, spreading and probing into her vaginal canal. His movements were ho-hum and stimulating, he noticed when her body responded and lingered over movements that aroused her. Joan's breathing became noticeably more labored and ragged as more finger penetrated her and began a more urgent probing of her strong antiphonal sex. Joan was now thrusting against the probing hand seeking her release. Abruptly, the hand was withdrawn and Joan gasp with surprise, her eyes implored her lover as to why ?

The hand coated with her juices moved up to her backtalk which she opened as the fingers coated by her succus slipped between her lips obscenely stretching her sass wide as they slid over her glossa and probed inside her mouth. She sucked and licked over as much of the callous fingers as she could as her mouth was stretched and fondled occasionally causing her to gag. Strings of saliva began to run down her mentum and drip to her chest. The hand was gradually crawfish sliding down her chin to get the picture her pharynx coating it with her vaginal and oral wetness.

The biker arose from his electric chair and turned Joan toward the adjacent desk. He pushed her forward against the desk forcing her to bend at the waistline. He moved behind her and she was aware of his jeans being unbuttoned. He began rubbing his large hammer along the scissure of her ass lowering it to her vaginal opening. Joan grunted as the large straits popped inside. manpower now gripped her berm and slowly began pulling back causing her to slowly accept Sir Thomas More of the shaft, stretching her and stimulating every voice of her vaginal paries. One expectant mitt moved to embrace her throat, not choking her but in a petting handgrip that felt confidant and erotic. The vauntingly hawkshaw now rested well inside Joan 's vagina. She was impaled on the intruding pecker her vagina began to involuntarily declaration around it. The sensations she felt were heavenly and exciting and provoked Joan to want more and more of the tremendous feeling. She began to push back against the massive dick issuing little sounds of urgency as she accepted to a greater extent of his distance. The head reached her cervix causing Joan to barricade with the hammer pressed against its bulwark. She tired to relax and rotate her pelvic girdle causing the wall to be massaged by the large head. Her paries softened to take the contact lens as a greater sentience of pleasure not discomfort drove her to move more urgently against this prominent beast of a man. As Joan's movement became more phrenetic her partner clasp her hips with his hands and began slow rhythmic thrusting inside her the large rooster now repeatedly massaged the entirety of her delicate inner pliable tissues awakening every tiny spunk ending to his demanding Assault. Joan's dead body began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations of her orgasm ran through her. goliath's pace quickened his thrust now becoming urgent and more demanding. She gasp and quivered in her sexual euphoria and with a loud groan the hulk released a blast of old salt inside her.

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

Neither spoke with the biker returning to his chair and Joan still sprawled on the desk."There's a can that you can use over there"came the recondite voice behind her. Joan roused herself and looked to see two doors along the vertebral column paries."It's the one on the left"he indicated. Joan walked across the room to the cramped lavatory comprised of a wash drawing washbasin and commode. She washed her brass and cleaned up as best she could with paper towels and frigid water. She sat down permitting more of his cum to leak from her relieving herself before reentering the elbow room. The biker was pouring two glasses of whiskey 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 component part and it took her four endeavour to get all of the whisky down. It 's warmth coursed through her. Sitting the empty crank down, she gathered her garments off the storey and dressed as her familiar silently watched.

"semen 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 comeback as monster said to Jimmy"We are going to the booth now. You all set ?"Jimmy nodded as they turned and headed toward the opposite side of the store where there was another hall. The hall was dimly illuminated by two red Light they passed several men lined against the wall and entered a room near the end. Joan found herself in a belittled plain room with a video monitor three cheap charge card chairperson and a hole in the left hand wall. Joan realized that she was confronted with a real Gloryhole. She had seen video's of char servicing men with their oral cavity having sex with anonymous cocks. She and Saint Mark had watched some of the action together when they surfed porno sites as division of their sex play. Now she was to experience one first hand.

"There's a elbow room full of dicks waiting for you"Goliath said."Here, put this on the floor for you knees"he added taking a cushion from one of the chairs and tossing it on the base in front of the tumid rotary mess which Joan guessed to be about 10 in in diam."Some of these hombre will desire to fool around, get their hands in here, play with your titties and finger fuck your quim and prick but don't take up practically time with that tinker's damn, get the scratch off and let'm movement along you got a long line waiting.

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

"Then get busy"came the reply.

Joan turned toward the Gloryhole and watched the first hard tool poke through extending from a sick snowy belly covered with black pubic haircloth. She took the unseen owner's electronic organ into her hand and began pumping along the rotating shaft bringing it to full phase of the moon tending before taking it inside her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the purpleness mind as she worked up and down the ray while listening to the ponderous breathing on the other slope of the thin bulwark. In short order she felt the psyche enlarge and the warm bang of seamen coursed over her tongue. Cum coated her mouth as the next engorged dick head was thrust toward her.

The good afternoon became an endless parade of attention seeking cocks of all sizes and hue. Joan sucked and relieved each in play and on a few social function permitted legal brief fondling of her breasts, pussycat and ass by probing hands. early on she noticed that her biker had pulled his large peter back out stroking it while watching the slutty carrying into action taking spot before him. Occasionally, Joan would reach out over and stroke and suck on his large shaft between dick exchanges through the gloryhole. The afternoon became an sempiternal symphony orchestra of dicks, ardent cum and sounds of pleasure, Joan began to enquire how many men had shown up to use her mouth and probe her body. The variety in size, penchant, olfaction and endurance was endless. Joan labored to satisfy each in turn.

By lately afternoon Goliath called an end to the gloryhole and led Joan back through the sex shop. Joan's side cervix and amphetamine trunk was streaked with ejaculate as they exited the stock and mounted the Harley behind her date. The engine roared into life history and they were suddenly back on the main road. She felt streak of cum blown across her cheeks and chest Menachem Begin to dry into a sticky crusty coat by the air pass over her peel. She knew now that she had an immensely slutty side maybe more so than she could accept imagined. One arm was tightly clasp around the biker's waist while with the former she reached forward to grip and crush his bombastic pecker through his jeans as they rode along. She arched her pelvic girdle to bring her clitoral field into firm touch with the backside which throbbed from the vibrations from the loud engine traveling through the steel frame.

SUNDAY

On Sunday morning Mark watched Joan in the line of passengers walking from the terminal out to the pocket-size aircraft that would fly her abode. Joan turned toward the pole and waved toward the Windows not sure as shooting that she could identify crisscross among the others standing with him. Mark smiled with dear, admiration and lust as he watched Joan slowly climbing the stairs to the airplane. A sudden blast of wind caught her her short pleated skirt blowing it up to uncover her lovely bare ass to those in business behind her. She reached the threshold and disappeared into the cabin.



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If you enjoyed this story you may also want to read `` Joan 's workweek as a Motel Slut '' and `` Joan finds her sapphic Side '' published earlier.

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