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   Keywords: sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size, submission,
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   Written by Marc 2007
   BEDTIME
   Maarque went to bed with a huge hard-on.  He'd been chatting for hours.
Julie told about her compulsions, her nymphomaniac tendencies.  She was a
curious person, willing to learn and to adapt.
   It had been a while since Marque had sex.  However, the frequent use of
his right hand and a huge consumption of porn did help to keep him sane.
   "Julie, why do you want to do this?" he asked.
   Julie disclosed that deep down in her soul there was a submissive woman.
A woman that loved to please and she also enjoyed to be exposed and used.
   She was silent for a minute when Marque suggested a meeting at his
office the next day.  During the chat, he told about his painful hardon and
what he was planning to do.
   Surely she would be willing to take on the task Marque was proposing to
her."You know," she said, "I live not to far from there.  Do you want me to
come over and check it out with you?"
   This was the person Marque had been looking for.  It was evident that
Julie would be the perfect female choice for the Masturbation and Sex
Addicts Treatment Center at Pleasure Island.
   Driving home was next on his schedule.
   Moments later, Marque was stroking his cock with long easy strokes
leaning back against the shower wall.  He moaned and shot the biggest load
of cum he'd shot for a long time.
   Later, he lay in his bed masturbating to the vision of the woman on the
webcam.
   PLEASURE ISLAND
   They agreed about a meeting in Marque's spacious office at the island.
Talking with her did nothing more for his situation except make him hornier
for this nymphomaniac woman.  He started to tell her about the project.
   "What a beautiful day!" Julie exclaimed.
   Marque felt his sturdy cock stiffening inside his pants.  Occasionally,
he using his hand to stroke the big bulge.  The cock went from half erect
to rock hard in a minute, feeling his dick twitch with his hearth beat and
pulse.
   "Are you interested?" Marque asked.
   His large oak desk was at one end.  At the other end was a small
conference table and a small sofa.  Julie was seated in the sofa.
   Julie wanted to know what she should wear the first day.
   Marque then told about the group meetings, classes and seminars and she
would also work as a personal trainer for some of the worst addicts.
   He slipped his hand inside his pocket for the first time during the
meeting to touch his balls and to feel out the hot length of his probing
cock.  He soon found the slippery juice and used it to lube his glands.
   Julie raised her eyebrows.  "Really?" That's cute.  She felt, the job
was perfect for her.  The hardness of her nipples was evident through the
fabric of her tight dress.  Marque's explanation sounded like the title of
some pornographic or erotic story.
   He did some quick thinking, closed his eyes and sighed as his cock grew
to full length.  Marque was rock hard, his erection aching with need. 
Through a hole in his pocket he started stroking the cock almost to the
point of shooting but never quite far enough.
   Julie couldn't see what he was doing.
   She promised to figure out about her outfit and noticed that Marque
looked down at her legs.  The shortness of her dress exposed them almost to
the top of her thighs.
   Marque put his hand to the cock again and stroked it.  Her tits were
nicely round, nipples hard, she too was aroused about the perspective.
   "What should a personal trainer do?" Julie inquired.  "Is there a policy
or can I execute my own ideas the way I want?" She continued.  Julie also
made sure that Marque got a great view of the thin material struggling to
conceal her tender pussy lips.
   Marque told her about the previous woman, all she had done.  "Every
morning she would wear her skimpiest bikini and get out to the pool for
some sun and to wait for somebody to invite her to his room or place.
   She spread her legs wider, causing her panties to press more tightly
into her crotch, clearly outlining her well-defined pussy.  She giggled
when she saw Marque blushing.
   "You like to look, don't you?" she said.  She giggled and kept her legs
spread for him.
   She would be advising the sex addicts, pose for freaky wankers, and give
advice to those who didn't know what to do with their genitals.
   "How long has this been going on?" She asked.
   From the first day, there would be a classroom filled with jerks and
wankers and addicts." Marque told her.  "At least twelve sexed up and horny
men." But he didn't explain - including himself - of course.
   "My need for sex, intercourse and erotic stimulation has no limits," She
told.  She had always been a team player, and it was her intention share
whatever was asked.
   "If you won't be pleased, let me know and I'll do my best to assist
you," Marque assured.  He noticed that the crotch was barely wide enough to
cover both pussy lips.
   "I know what you need," She said and moved over.  "You've been playing
with yourself during our talk.  Why didn't you ask for help?" Julie said
and giggled.  She knew what men needed, wanted, liked, respected and
appreciated.  That made her feel good.
   She kneeled next to him, waiting for him to adjust himself.  She reached
forward and placed her hand directly on his obscene erection.  Her
fingertips found his stiff cock and traced it's length.
   Julie admired.  "You're hung like a horse." She measured it with her
expertise eyes.  The erect cock was nine inches long, and its head had
extended completely out of the foreskin, the glands dark red and
glistening.
   Marque said, "Take it in your hand, move it up and down..."
   She reached out and gently clasped his rigid penis in her soft hand. 
"Does it feel good?" she asked.  Julie slowly began to slide her hand up
and down, holding it lightly, barely touching it, very, very slowly up and
down again.
   As her hand passed up over my swollen glans, she squeezed it gently,
causing it to expand still further under her fingers, purple and
glistening.
   She began to run her tongue up and down the length, swirling across the
top.  As she opened her mouth and slid my hardon into her mouth.  Marque
wound his fingers in her hair and pulled her down until he heard her gag.
   Julie was doing a wonderful blowjob.  With a gasp Marque began to come
into her mouth.  She continued running her finger up and down the bluish
veins that covered his quivering erection.
   But it wasn't over yet.  Ten minutes later, Marque watched as she hooked
her fingers into the waist elastic and bent over, sliding her knickers to
the ground, and stepped out of them.
   She reached down between her legs and caressed herself, enjoying the
sweetness of her touch.  "Oh my!" she said, looking up and down the length
of Marque's growing new erection.
   Julie listened with interest.
   CURIOUS ABOUT IT
   She looked for the quiet ones, sitting alone, the kind of men who have
fantasies about women they see during the day, wishing they could follow
them home and watch them undress.  Marque was one if these, she was sure.
   His cock looked so big even under his clothes that she couldn't resist
trying to seduce him.  Julie always tried to dress in ways that would
provoke desire, and it amused her to think of the insistent erections she
caused in men she was dealing with.
   If she saw a man who was really getting excited, she knew just how to
get into his head.  She went to the window and looked out.  He shifted his
position again, as his erection grew larger.
   Julie did not understand why she was not afraid or even surprised at the
distant presence of a strange man beating off his big cock in his apartment
while chatting with her over the Internet.
   She was more than content, "This would be a great opportunity to learn
more about freaky men in constant need for sex." She said.
   Marque said, "I knew from experience that the personal trainers are
usually turned into lusty nymphomaniacs who shave their pussies, crave for
sex, sex, sex, and more sex, they like to buy and wear sexy lingerie and
revealing clothes."
   In the function of personal trainer, the married women or singles are
often turned and transformed to be desperately horny all the time.
   The trainer's task usually mold the person into loyal, exclusive
possessions that are deeply in love with their trainees.
   If an unmarried woman hasn't a steady boyfriend or if he cannot satisfy
her hyperactive sexual appetite, she will begin looking for men or women
who can.
   The Pleasure Island proved to be an addicting environment for those who
live and work there.  Some of the personal trainers end up screwing eight
or nine different guys every week, sometimes several of them at a time.
   Julie could tell that Marque was getting quite turned on now, and she
knew she had him hooked - the longer he stayed online the more she would
tantalize him and excite his cock.  He didn't have anything against it
either.
   "You're not stroking yourself now, are you?" She asked him.  "I want
your cock to be big and full when I come to your office tomorrow." Julie
teased.
   HIS HAND
   His erection was obvious.
   Marque was suddenly aware of the almost painful erection, much more
intense than my normal morning wood.  He had to take a beating.  It was
late night, Porn TV, he had to find a channel.
   Julie's last words over the chat had been.  "I guess, you can work on it
all night, stroking and jerking it, teasing it, loving it."
   Marque needed to wank.  He grimaced slightly, aware of my painfully
erect cock and aching balls.  The caress felt good, easing some of the
demanding ache.  His big hand slid over the slick shaft of the lubed cock.
   He took hold of his cock and held it in his hand, only giving it a bit
of a wanking when he could feel it getting even more harder.
   His eyes flew open in fear as he orgasmed powerfully, thick white cum
shooting out and dribbling in viscous, pale rivulets over his clenched
fist. That was it.  But did it help?
   He decided to take a walk, to visit a local bar.
   "What are you writing?" A young good looking woman asked Marque.
   He glance up and down the length of her curvy body, taking in the curve
of her breasts, the flatness of her tummy against the material of her
summer dress.  She had obviously aroused him.
   "I write a porn story." Marque said.  "I'd need to profile a sexy woman
like you in some very compromising situations.  Would you like to help me
to find the creative theme?" He continued.
   She looked very vulnerable sitting there.
   "Just relax, and tell me things about your sex life." Marque said.
   She was tense, which was understandable.  "What?"
   "Take a seat and we can start to talk." Marque said.  "The woman in this
story satisfied herself with occasional, seemingly random caress of her
clitoris.  She gasped each time I touched it.  This happened in a public
place.  It could be this bar."
   She was more aroused than Marque thought.  For her, sex was a
fascinating mystery, a topic to be speculated about with her friends, but
not in public place with a stranger behind a laptop.
   Sex is the most addictive drug in the world, and every time is like the
first time.  The anticipation is already arousing her an she feels a warm
fire centered in her vagina.
   "First, I'd like to see you spread your legs and show me your pussy,"
Marque said with a clinical voice.
   She had never been dominated before, and was a little scared, but
excited too.  Marque saw signs of arousal in her face.  Her nipples were
getting hard.  The place was quiet, they had their corner of the bar for
their own use.
   She moans quietly and opens her legs.  "Why are you asking me to touch
myself inf front of you?"
   "I didn't ask.  I wanted to see your pussy." He said.  "You generously
showed a wet pussy, swollen pussy lips and a very aroused clit."
   She immediately clamped her thighs together, but Marque gently forced
them apart.
   He caresses her vaginal cleft.  She spreads her outer labia, then her
inner labia, and Marque inserts his middle finger into her vaginal canal.
Locates her clitoris, and begins to friction his fingers across its hood.
Her clitoris pushes past the hood.
   Marque continues to piston fingers into and out of her.  Her labia
clings intimately to one, two and three fingers he buries inside of her. 
Her labia are bright red.  The bud of her clitoris has the same color.
   She stops and looks up, almost as if seeking approval.  She is very wet.
   MARQUE IN THE OFFICE
   The other day Marque was staying late in the office.  He had to go for
some papers from accounting.  On his way out there he could see that there
was lights on in one of the offices.  He stopped at the sound of a female
voice moaning.
   There was Yolanda working overtime.  What's special with her duties was
that she was seated behind her computer and evidently masturbating her
pussy.
   Pretty Yolanda, on of those who had a very freaking rack, with her legs
spread and frenetically massaging her puffy pussy lips.
   There is a strange plug sticking out from the folds of her pussy.  Look
at that, Marque thought, he had often thought if her tits were real, but
now there was the question of her clit size.
   Oh my dear, his cock was hard in seconds.  Marque's had enjoyed to watch
her hard nips numerous times.  Now he could witness the size of her lovely
nub as she processed her meaty outer lips
   That pretty nub was standing out.  She played with it and Marque
guessed, that a big clit is the result of maniac masturbation.  She
certainly had one of those that needs a lot of attention.
   The truth with Yolanda was, she wasn't able to stand out without
masturbating several times a day.
   Participation in new form of web based therapy hadn't changed the
situation yet.  She started working overtime and had one to one meetings
with numerous male therapists.
   "That feels so good," She spoke to headset.  "I have had naughty
thoughts about having sex with some of the men in this office," She said.
   Yolanda wanted advice from the cam-experts, how to seduce her boss and a
long list of other men, she had been thinking about.
   Marque listened.  Yolanda explained what she would like to do with her
boss.  "You see, I am naked and he puts his hands on my stomach.  Slowly he
moves them up to my tits.  His fingers brush over my nipples and it feels
so good.  My nipples become hard from his touch.  I want him to pinch them,
to play with them..."
   All the time her fingers played with her wide open pussy.
   "When I get these thoughts, I have to touch myself.  I pinch my nipples,
imagining that it is him and that makes me feel so hot.  My hands are drawn
towards my crotch.  I can't help it," She explained.
   What kind of therapy was that?  Marque thought and decided to find out
and to start private sessions with Yolanda.  A few seconds later, she began
breathing again, gasping for air.  Marque knew that she was speeding
towards an explosive orgasm.
   "I can't resist.  My fingers part my lips and I have to touch myself in
that special place.  It feels so good." She continued.
   She manipulated her engorged nub, standing upright like a pole
surrounded by a flood of wetness, then delved down to her wide opening. 
She was incredibly wet and hot.
   Marque tried to go back to work, but exhausted as he seemed to be, it
wouldn't happen.  Sexy thoughts kept racing through his mind, keeping him
awake, making his dick ache.
   His hard-on was pulsing and jumping between his legs.  He was aroused by
Yolanda's hot therapy session and porn pictures he was surfing, but it was
well within his power to resist the temptation to start to play with
himself.
   After a while in his office, Marque's cock slithered down one leg of his
jeans, and Marque nudged it with his fingertips, moving it to a more
comfortable position.
   His hands still jammed inside his pockets, Marque tickled the sides of
his stiffening prick-shaft.  His mouth hung open, dry with excitement.  He
sighed, both his hands covering the pounding front of his jeans.
   He couldn't stand it any more.  Carefully he released his zipper and
immediately his cock sprang out.  When he went out at night like this, he
never wore any underwear.
   He had chosen to have no underwear at work either.  His cock stuck out
straight through the open fly of his jeans, a white pole in the
semi-darkness of his dimly lit office.
   He undid the snap of his pants and sighed with satisfaction as he at
last took his straining prick in his own cool hand.  Again.  What followed
was an hour of erotic torment that drove him nearly mad.
   His initial plan was to invite Yolanda to the cinema one evening.  The
only problem was to work up the courage to ask her.  As he slowly stroked
his erect penis, he memorized the sight she'd presented to distract him
from his work and go for the pleasure he was giving with the palm of his
hand.
   His cock, as if impatient for some action, gave a jerk, reminding him of
his own needs.  He glanced down at his hard-on, gripped it more tightly in
his fingers, and then he closed the door to his office but didn't lock it.
   Marque wanted to masturbate, thinking of Yolanda's therapy session and
with the image of her, nearly nude in her office, he made up his mind.
   He moved to the big window, his hand automatically working up and down
the length of his rigid prick-shaft.  Marque knew that the woman in the
office across the street was sometimes watching.  Maybe she was there
tonight, in her room, legs spread, touching her erect and sensitive clit.
   Marque's cock begun to pump its own lube.  He had unzipped with his
other hand and was doing similar actions to his much larger sex organ.  She
held him in an agony of sexual frustration.
   Marque touched his hot cock-skin.  The fluids ran from the hole in the
tip of his cock head and he absently smeared them around with his thumb. 
They covered the head of his cock and excited him a bit more.
   With his other hand he took his balls out of the confines of his jeans
and let them dangle down tenderly over his zipper.
   He wiggled just a bit and his pants slipped down his thighs just a
couple of inches, allowing his fuck-parts more room.  As the cool air
condition touched them, his balls automatically snuggled up around the base
of his throbbing prick.
   He pounded his hand up and down the shaft of his cock.  She was pleased.
He was doing it again.  He did it to please her, she felt happiness, two
slippery fingers moving in and out her slippery pussy.  The clit was
standing out.  Proud and erect.  She too wanted to cum.
   "I'm only teasing.  I know you never would let me down." Marque wanted
to say to her.  "Are you there?"
   Getting his cock so excited and hard when she couldn't do anything about
it was giving her a lot of joy.  Marque wanted her to touch him so badly.
   However, she was masturbating her pussy in her office across the street.
She wanted to increase his sexual need still more, and drive him closer to
erotic madness.
   Imagining how her finger continued to move along his shaft, light as a
feather.  He moaned loudly and raised his hips in a vain attempt to prolong
contact with her virtual hand.
   It was very satisfying to the woman across the street to use the need
for pleasure to make the man in his office suffer like this.  She had
always enjoyed using her sexuality to get men excited and to tease them.
   Then slowly, very slowly, he began to twist her hand back and forth,
rotating her grasp on his penis just below the head.  As the penis spurted,
Marque pumped and stroked it with both hands.  He wanted her to see how
much he enjoyed doing it for her.
   Instinctively, and without thinking that he was in his office, he began
to massage the foreskin back and forth and up and down, also massaging the
rapidly hardening shaft.
   His semen flowed copiously down his cock and over his hands, and Marque
used it as additional lubrication while he skillfully milked his tool,
timing his squeezes and strokes to match the rhythm of his spasms.
   Suddenly, without a warning, his secretary entered the room.  Marque's
face was on fire, and he hastily pulled up his pants, holding his hands in
his lap to hide his now truly enormous problem.
   Raising her eyebrows and looking into his eyes, she whispered, "Marque,
what's up, maybe I should come back later."
   She had no idea that his cock would be so enormous!  She smiled,
pretending not to notice Marque's discomfort.  He was in turmoil, his dick
hard as stone, sticking straight up along his left leg.
   He was sweating, and his breathing disclosed how close to cuming he had
been seconds before Susan's arrival.
   Looking at him with a seductive, open mouthed smile, she gently watched
at his bulging cock.  She positioned herself directly in front of him.
   Marque had a very special eye to his secretary.  As a former
cheerleader, she's very flexible.  Most of them can put their legs behind
her head or do the splits.  He was devastated and felt utterly humiliated.
   Her chest was heaving, which caused him to nearly go off in his pants
without even touching himself.
   "Susan, I know that you have been a cheerleader.  Is it true that most
can put sher legs behind their head?" Marque asked.
   "That shouldn't be a problem.  I've continued to exercise and like to do
it at home or at the gym, but I've not tried to do it in the office.  Would
you like to see?" She said with a curious smile on her face.
   "Let me put these papers on your table," She said.  Her nipples were
already erect inside the cups of her bra.
   She stared at him disbelievingly.
   Susan positioned herself in the middle of the room on a big rug, lifted
her legs up over her shoulders, then, leaning her head forward, locked them
in behind her neck.  She was looking at Marque who rose up from his chair
and moved to the front side of his desk.
   "You sure are flexible."
   Her long legs pushed at the sides of her breasts, squeezing them
together.  Marque watched at her fully exposed crotch.  The thin strap of
thongs covering her pussy was pulled so tight that it had slipped in
between her puffy pussy lips.
   Susan's ass wiggled invitingly as she positioned herself on the floor.
Her long legs were athletic and tan.
   Marque had the reputation of being a guy who'd bang anything with two
legs.
   And that was just what she wanted.  When her eyes got to that part of
him, the bulge, even a half-blind observer could swear that her nipples got
even longer than they already were.
   Susan shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing, pushing the
heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt through the cloth of
her narrow panties.
   She was being silly, she knew.  He was standing there, looking at her,
leaning back against the big office desk.  His long thick cock throbbing
beneath his trousers.
   Was she to blame for his obscene excitement?  She wanted to say, I
didn't know you could get so big.  Her silence only added to his
excitement.
   He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.  Apparently, she was
experiencing much the same thing.  Marque's penis got closer and closer to
full erection.
   A lewd pulse of rippling sensation was sent up through her, and suddenly
she felt frozen to the floor, her legs still stretched above her head. 
It's difficult to imagine a woman being more open for a male gaze.
   Her full rounded buttocks tilting up towards him.  The moist vaginal
slit was gaping wide open inside her panties.
   She smiled at him from her awkward position.  "I'd like to get a comment
from you.  Do you like what you see?"
   Marque had a vision of Susan's mouth around his cock, sucking at it like
the cybering chick's would never do.  Then he felt ashamed and pushed it
out of his mind.  He admired the open view of her wide open crotch.
   "Would you like to know what I thought about you?" He said and blushed.
   "Yes!" Susan said and moved into a lotus position on the floor.
   She looked at him.  Did he know that in the lotus position the man sits
cross-legged, his partner sitting on him with her legs wrapped around his
waist.
   Susan felt a tingle in her pussy.  Would he help her to move her hips
with his hands and caress her breasts with his mouth and stroke her
buttocks while he would be fucking her?
   Marque said, "I admire your flexibility and your wonderfully sexy body.
The position you showed me was very erotic.  I couldn't help watching you
as a sex object."
   "You think so?" She asked.  Her nipples were quite noticeable,
accentuating the absence of her bra.
   "I'd like to see how you do it without your panties?" Marque whispered.
   "Would you like to see me doing it naked?"
   Marque's cock was hard and burning, pressing against my tight trousers
as if it meant to burst them.
   "Wait, I'll lock the door." He said.
   Susan stood up straight and stared at him.
   Her skin tingled as she remembered how madly passionate she had felt
when she entered Marque's office as he was masturbating his cock.
   Now again, Marque, her boss was openly fingering his sexual organs, as
if he was going to bring himself to climax as he watched her.
   She danced for him and peeled off her clothes.  Seeing her now totally
naked, a new surge of lust coursed through his already inflamed cock.  He
watched her, his randy passion rising madly, as she danced nakedly around
the room.
   Her huge, red-tipped breasts bounced and shimmered as she moved her
plastic body.  Marque's eyes were glued to her pendulous breasts as they
quivered and swung with excitement.
   She smiled and stepped away giving him a good view of her body as she
inched her pants down around her ankles staring straight into his eyes in a
mixture of pride and wonder.
   Susan felt, I'm really lost now, she thought with a wicked smile.  She'd
inserted her fingers right in her pussy!  She wanted to fuck herself!
   He watched closely as she caressed her inner thighs.  She slid one
finger down between the lips.  Then up again and circled the top of the
folds.
   Marque grazed the engorged, sensation-filled swollen bud of her clitoris
as she began to rub and twist it with complete abandon.
   She placed a stiff finger between her lips, a little under the finger
that moved in small circles.  Suddenly, she pushed and the finger
disappeared into her while looking at Marque in his eyes.
   Susan sounded very excited.  Her breathing became ragged and Marque
could hear a slurping, wet sound a couple of times.  She held her breath
and suddenly he knew what was happening.  The clit!
   How can so much pleasure come from something so small?  Unlike the
multi-function penis, the clitoris is the only human organ which exists
solely for pleasure.
   Susan moaned aloud, as she felt the tingles of excitement deep in her
naked belly.  She sat in front of him, feeling pretty damned proud of
herself.
   Marque stood before her, leaning his back against the office desk,
pulling and jerking on his massively erect penis through his pants.
   Susan plunged her fingers into her wet, steaming pussy entrance, craving
for sexual release.
   Her boss pulled and jerked the inflated, pulsing cock, squeezing the
blood-engorged head, passionately stroking the sensitive underside, all the
while feeling the first stirrings of orgasm begin to rise in his balls.
   Susan moved closer, spread her legs wide, fully exposing her fleshy
vaginal slit.  This was the ultimate degradation.  Her charms were all the
more compelling because of how unaware she was of her own beauty and
sensuality.
   Unfortunately, few women and even fewer men know enough about it, much
less how to touch it in the right way to bring you to an earth-shattering
orgasm.
   Susan was playing with her fingers deep inside her obscenely thrashing
legs when the telephone rang.
   Marque was standing with the phone in his hand speaking with someone. 
His rock hard cock jutting out from his pants.
   Her skin tingled as she reflected how madly passionate she had felt,
Susan's eyes drank in the handsome man's throbbing erection.  She gazed
unconsciously in open admiration at his mighty erection.
   Her long, slender legs were spread apart, she continued teasing him. 
His cock was gorged with lust.
   While he was speaking on the phone, she kneeled in front of him and
began sucking obscenely at his straining, swollen cock.  He could scarcely
believe the incredible pleasure he felt.
   "How close are you, baby?" Susan asked.
   She rubbed her hand up and down his rigid cock, causing Marque to moan
in the phone.  He had to explain that he hit his leg against the office
table.
   The other person wanted to know if he was badly hurt.
   Susan pushed off his pants and underwear, and timidly, yet eagerly,
touched the bare skin of his erect penis.
   She let her fingers explore gently for a moment, and then she grabbed it
and pumped her hand, causing Marque's hips to rock involuntarily.
   Apparently satisfied with his reaction, she then allowed her fingers to
do a little exploring, squeezed and pumped it with her hand.
   She found the tip, and smeared the pre-cum that was oozing out across
the head.
   She grazed her fingertips along the length, down to my balls.  She
lightly brushed her fingernails down along my sac, almost back to my
asshole.
   Marque froze in panic and watched the eruption helplessly.  The cum
pumped out of his cock, burst after burst, all over Susan's face and naked
body.
   Unable to move while on the phone, Marque's eyes followed the first jet
landing on Susan's face, hair, chest and tummy.  She leaned closer and the
next jet, equally powerful, hit her chin and chest.
   Her eyes flew open when she felt the first salvo.
   Marque watched, wide-eyed, as she finished him in her hand, until there
was no more to give.
   It was so embarrassing.  Her cheeks were blushing and her eyes shining.
For the first time, Marque took the initiative.  Tentatively, he put his
hand on her breast.  Susan sighed and leaned back, letting him caress her
breasts and nipples.
   She looked at him, embarrassed now and said, "I hope you aren't mad at
me."
   Marque realized, the phone was open.  He hadn't said a word in two
minutes.
   The woman on the phone didn't conceal the irritation in her voice was
covered only slightly by her surprise.  "What are you doing" She asked. 
"It sounds like you are masturbating.  Did you cum, Marque?"
   "I'm sorry," Marque tried to explain.  "You are jumping to conclusions,"
he continued.
   The woman on the phone was pleading Marque to answer her questions.
   "Okay, I've to admit, You're right, I did..." He explained.
   Her response was immediate.  "You don't have a good view of my legs,
Marque, but I want to tell you that my legs are spread about a foot apart.
My tiny skirt has slide up to the point where my pussy is nearly totally
uncovered." She explained with jealousy in her voice.
   Her story continued.  A man sitting opposite to her was getting an good
view between her open legs.
   "There is a man in the bar looking at my exposed pussy." She teased.
   Which is a shame, so read on!
   She had no idea that his cock would be so enormous!
   
  
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