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She was slightly reticent until the President turned to her and said, "Eleanor, I've heard from Janet about your amazing creativity and I wanted to tell you something you may not have heard, but that I was told by none less than Chief Justice Dianne that you are someone who retained your bearing and integrity through a very challenging situation. After some remarks at table by Chair Deb and the Secretary of State seated next to her, Janet rose and said that she knew the President and her cabinet needed to return to the capital so she thanked them for coming and told them that they deserved the respect that the Women's Republic had vested in them.
“Dave I want you to unbutton your jeans.” She said to him while he was on his knees, “Take out your dick for me.” She looked at him, “You know, I wonder now then boy are becoming sex objects, are we women going to be obsessed with cock?” A minute later she added, “Cocks are at least useful.” She smiled. “You know, you’re not that much of a good fuck, if you want my penis up your cunthole you have to deserve it”, he said, he had started using those words since the time the have played teacher and schoolgirl and he had learned her the lesson: “Boys have a penis, girls have a cunthole”.
Before I even heard about “flashing” stockings in public, I was already enjoying the special feeling of wearing sexy garter belts and high quality nylons. As a result, every time I lifted my arms to reach up, the hem rose up my thighs, exposing a broad expanse of nylons, as well as garter straps, and occasionally, my sheer panties. I imagined that Randy would be posing me with my arms raised, so I made sure to wear my favorite black garter belt and super-sheer panties. Getting into his tiny Bug, I made sure Randy got a good view of my stocking-covered legs. I knew he was shooting a lot of upskirt pictures because my dress constantly rose up way beyond my thighs, totally exposing everything including my sheer, pussy-moistened panties.
Time flew by and Dollie mentioned the pizza delivery man would be here soon. After all, this wouldn't be the first time she invited someone inside a motel room to deliver supplies or food showing her tits and ass. Already, several minutes had passed, as the young man repeatedly bragged on Dollie's titties and ass. Mr pizza boy, not man, boy, maybe 19 or 20, was now staring even more closely at Dollie's titties and saying things like "I'll bet those are firm and I'll bet that pussy is hot." Braggin, I told him her pussy should be hot, we've been fucking since we ordered the pizza 30 minutes ago. As soon as I took the pizza his still hot hands were all over Dollie's titties.
Usually the trees go right up to the fence encircling the course but by one area there was a clearing near one of the tee boxes. Today I knew there was a women's golf league playing so I gathered up my supplies of a towel, a butt plug, a scarf which I used to somewhat conceal my identity and finally a set of binoculars so I can clearly see who was approaching. Once I was happy with the way it all looked I stripped naked, lubed up the butt plug and shoved it up my ass. My cock that pointed straight at my face threatening to plaster it with cum was definitely in the line of site of the also.
I grabbed them and folded them onto the seat next to me, I wiped my now wet leaking dick and stuck my prize in to my mouth as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. Once into this sparsely populated area I pull my car over, get out and removed the rest of my clothes, even socks and shoes I'm completely naked. I shoot a the first couple of spurts all of the way to my face the third to the top of my chest the rest are each smaller and closer to their source till there are just dribbles of sperm at the spot where my cock head reaches my belly.
Instead of going around the room with each guy sharing a few intimate details about his sex life and about his wife, it turned into a men's meeting, an open forum, on sexual peccadilloes, so much so that we missed watching the second half of the game. She knows how excited I become over my fetish, so she's more than agreeable to satisfy me sexually in that regard by helping me and arranging our sex life to work off my fetish," said Henry looking around the room, as if he was done. "Damn, Henry," said Roy, "working in conjunction with your wife, you have this whole panty fetish figured."
"So my love," she started, "since you are having trouble fully coming to terms with the one fantasy that we both share, that is me having sex with other men, whilst you remain faithful, and you are also reluctant to accept Carol's idea of you being in permanent chastity to help you, I've decided to tackle the whole subject from a different angle. "Yes my love, very ok, thank you." This was starting to sound like fun. "Yes my love, I would gladly do that, for the rest of our lives together, as often and for as long as you would like, including after I've fucked you, and including when you've just been to the toilet, if you want that."
For her part, Rachel would pull the crotch aside, so I could feel her panties rub my cock as I slid in and out of her waxed pussy. My cock started getting hard as I slid the panties up my legs and over it. I barely got the car stopped and turned of when Rachel bolted out the door and headed for the house. "I want you inside of me," she moaned as my hand rubbed her pussy through her thong. I placed a hand on each hip while she reached back between her legs and guided my cock back inside of her pussy. With one last shove, I drove my cock deep inside her pussy and started cumming.
A couple of times she kissed me on the cheek and asked me how I was when I came in for work and I would often find her putting her hands on my shoulders, hips, or touching my thigh during conversations. The bar was loud and there were a lot of people there so I didn't think getting into Bob's private fantasies was really the right to do at that time. Only this time I could feel his cock had been sprung free and was now pressing into my butt cheeks, pushing the silk up into my crack. I didn't even look at Bob as I put my hand inside the tight waist band of the Silk panties.