Debbie Does You #9 - Out In The Open

Here's another DDU request from a client of mine in Viva Ponata.  He gave specifics about what he wanted and I hope I gave it to him


The sunny day came bursting through the big windows in my bedroom.  I woke and looked over at Rob and smiled.  He stirred, opened his eyes and gave me back an impish grin.  We had been together for 4 months now and every time he spent the night it seemed to get better and better.  There were still things I wanted to explore with him in bed, but I wasn’t quite comfortable yet.  My courage was building though.  The fact was what I wanted to explore with him wouldn’t happen in bed at all.

A couple of weeks went by; still I hadn’t brought up the special kink of mine.  I was trying to decide on the right place and time.  This morning I hit the brink; it was building up in me.

“Hey Craig I need to talk to you this morning, OK?”

Craig just smiled and nodded, telling me to go ahead.
I prefaced my request my letting him know there was nothing wrong.  I went on to tell Craig how much I enjoyed being an exhibitionist. Would he have a problem enjoying it with me?  At first, I saw that he was a bit taken a back by what I had just revealed to him.  Then it seemed as though the wheels in his head started turning, there was an excitement starting to show through in his expression.

“Not a problem at all honey, I have a great idea”, he answered with his face starting to flush.

I suggested that we have some coffee and breakfast and talk about it out of the bedroom.  I needed some coffee to help me with my plan.

“Now listen to me Deb”, Craig started.
“I want to have fun with this, will you let me take pictures of you ?” , he asked hopefully.

I hadn’t thought of that before, but I was willing to talk about it and work out a plan.  By the time we finished our second cups of coffee, we decided that we would go out to dinner two or three times to different restaurants.  At each place, we’d use the valet parking and flash the valet.  I decided not to wear any panties at all the first night.  Craig got out of the car first and stood behind the valet with his iPhone ready to take the pick.  The valet helped me out of the car, I spread my legs slightly as I bent my leg and put my right leg down to get out.  It was obvious the valet saw my bald pussy; his smile gave him away, while at the same time Craig snapped two pictures with the sound turned off.

The second time, three days later, I decided to wear a thong and work my way out of the car ass first, my skirt rode up and I showed off my round ass as Craig took more pictures. We decided to do it two more times and it was fun.  I would get wet at dinner still thinking about what I had done.  Then we would go home and look over the pictures.  It always turned the both of us on so much that we were fucking like bunnies.  After four times I needed more.  I needed to let the full exhibitionist out!

We stopped doing it after the fourth time, if for any other reason than it was getting expensive.  However, once we stopped the sex got a little less exciting.
After about two weeks without flashing, I came up with another idea.

“Craig, will you fuck me in that park about a mile from here...please ?”

He seemed to hesitate at first, but he told me he loved me and wanted to make me happy so he’d try it.

“How about the next sunny Saturday?”, I asked.

It was fine and it turned into our plan.  I already knew the weather forecast and that the upcoming Saturday was going to be beautiful.  Throughout the week I purposely didn’t make love to Craig, I wanted the both us to be very ready for our upcoming adventure.
Saturday we agreed that we would go down the park later in the afternoon. We decided to ‘dress’ for the occasion.  I didn’t wear any panties, a short skirt, and a demi-bra.  He didn’t wear his boxers and wore jeans with polo short.

I was glad it was a short drive to the park.  I figured a semi-secluded place would be best.  The thrill wasn’t worth being arrested.  The hiking trail looked inviting so we headed down it with our blanket.  The perfect area presented itself after a few minutes and it was as if we both knew it at the same time.  There was a row of tall bushes along one side of the clearing, and a pond on the other.  We put the blanket down and fell into each other’s arms.  This had to be quick down and dirty sex and I didn’t care, it was what I wanted.

Craig gently lay me down on the blanket, joining me and kissing my neck, my ears, and my mouth deeply.  His hands were up my blouse in no time, my nipples were surrounded by two fingers as he squeezed my big tits.  I felt like a schoolgirl being felt-up behind the gym.  Craig pulled my tits out of the cups, and his dick out of his pants.  I took a hold of it and stroked him until he got hard and his pre-cum was on my fingers.  I spread it over his cock head.  It was then that he told me this was fun and rolled me over to my stomach. I got on my hands and knees and before he entered me, Craig told me he loved me.

I enjoyed the excitement about the risk of being caught, but more than that, it was the open air.  A cool breeze was sweeping over my skin that had become damp with sweat and wet kisses.  I always felt free making love with Craig, but there is a freedom of fucking in open air and by the water.
Craig was moving in and out of my slick pussy.  He teased me, pulling all the way out and moving his knob, wet with my juices, up and down my slit, tickling my clit and then, this time, slamming deep inside me.  I gripped the cool grass between my fingers instead of our sheets and moaned out.
Craig intensified my arousal by leaning over and telling me he thought the people on the other side of the pond had heard me.  I pushed harder back against him when he said that.  He was pounding my cunt now, tugging at my nipples, and kissing the back of my neck, we were together.  We were lovers in the woods celebrating each other.

We rocked together and as we came close to orgasm Craig finally said, “Cum baby, cum for those people over there”

With that, the waves came over me; hot waves of orgasm ran through me.  A few quick strokes with a final screwing of his cock into my tight pussy and Craig joined me, groaning and collapsing on top of me.  I looked around and couldn’t see anyone, both of us laughed at the fun we had, dusted ourselves off and headed home.

We decided to clean up together and took a shower.  As I was washing Craig’s back I thought to myself; Maybe next time he’ll tie me to a tree, while I’m on my hands as knees and take me up the ass.  However, I have to tell him about my bondage kink first I guess.

Winter Storm

This week, as most people living along the I-95 corridor know, we had a big Winter Storm. It started the night before and continued through the next day. March definitely came in like a lion here. March’s lion wasn’t the only I was experiencing that day. I got a phone call from my boss at 5:45 in the morning to let me know that work was closed and to take a “snow day”. I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep for a few more hours. CJ got the same type of call, so we got to spend the day together. Something we enjoy, especially during the week, and experience it only once a week at best. With CJ and I many times it’s the seemingly little things that add to our intimacy. The morning began with each of us having a hot breakfast together, rather than cold cereal, separately. We watched the snow continue through the morning, sipping on hot coffee, and having the conversations that I delight in.

We lit the fireplace and settled in for the day. As I sat in my chair doing my cross-stitch, watching the movie we had chosen for the day, CJ moved behind me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I softly giggled and went back to what I was doing. CJ didn’t stop there though, his soft little kisses continued. I put down the project I was working on, leaned back and enjoyed the warm feeling. His kisses now turning into nips and bites. His lips are always warm and wet. He advanced to my cheek, and then came around to smile at me at kiss my mouth. I returned not only his smile, but every motion, and picked up on every signal.

As often times in the past, our foreplay seems to start wherever we are. This time was no different. We were entwined, kissing, and gently fell to the Oriental rug between the bedroom and the living room. The warmth from CJ’s body was a nice addition to the fireplace. My hands slipped under his pajamas giving me a chance to massage his bare skin and brush against his now hardening cock. CJ easily peeled off my clothing. It seemed to me that once he had done that, rather than taking his time exploring my body, he went straight to my tits, and stayed there. Of course he knows I like that, but it’s only a part of our foreplay. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand as he bit my nipples, one at time, and pulled on them with his teeth.
“Come to the bedroom babe. I have an idea”, he said in a way that was very alluring to me.
When we got to the bedroom he opened my “toy drawer”. After rummaging around he found what he wanted, my nipple jewelry (for a picture of this toy in use see: A Night With Mr. W.) Since this is one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, CJ knew how to put it on me quickly. Still only rubbing the other parts of my body, he changed his form and lightly lapped at my nipples now. My sighs turned to moans, especially when he stopped and pulled off the bottoms of those PJ’s. No matter how good of a writer I become, I will never find words to describe how handsome his cock is when it’s at attention for me.

He whispered in my ear “I have something even better planned”.
I had no idea what he meant.
He continued teasing me, with words this time, “I know that you like it a bit kinky sometimes”, he said as he smiled and dove onto my tits again.
My pussy was wet now and my moans louder. My nipples had become more sensitive than I think I had ever felt them before. I was at the point where I wanted to touch him anywhere I could. In the mean time I was curious about what the last comment he made meant.
“I don’t want to fuck you on the bed”, he said to continue his tease.
“Well what do you want?”, I said in my most dutiful voice.

CJ then took matters into his own hands. I could tell this was a well planned out setting. Our bedroom has a large glass door to the patio that is covered with wide vertical blinds. CJ opened the blinds and moved them all to the far right. It really was beautiful outside, snow always seems to make things more quiet and serene. CJ stood sideways in front of the door. I could see his cock jutting out from between his thighs, but I just kept staring at him.
“Come on over here babe and join me”, CJ asked.
I quickly moved towards him and when I was about to embrace him, he stopped me and pushed me to my knees. I moved my mouth to his cockhead, but again he stopped me.
“Not this time Deb”, he told me.
As he continued smiling and speaking to me softly he said all I was allowed to do was lick his balls. He didn’t even want me to touch his cock. He lifted his hard-on so it rested on my face as I tilted it upwards and I flicked my tongue over his sacs. I could tell by those special moans of his that he was enjoying my tongue play.
He gasped between his moans to say “Long licks on ‘em now babe”.
I flattened my tongue and as I rolled his nuts over my tongue I could feel his cock twitch and harden on my face.

When I could feel the heat of his cock and could smell that man essence that I know is CJ I wanted to taste more of him, have more of him. He wouldn’t allow it and I realized this was just his way to extend my torture. It started with the obscure whispers, moved onto the play that only seemed to be focused on my tits and nipples, now my tongue is being kept from his meat.
There was a final moan before he lifted me up by the shoulders so we were face to face again. He pulled on the chain that was attached to my nips and again sucked them like a hungry baby. As I was delighting in the sensation and the fact that my cunt was dripping, you know, when all you seem to be experiencing is a oneness with the sensations your body is sending you. All of a sudden I wasn’t only spinning from the sensual experience, but because CJ was quickly turning me towards the door and pushing me against it.
What a sensation! The ice cold feeling of smooth polished glass was hitting my already very erect nipples, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, almost like the sensation I love of being spanked. My abdomen was pressing against the glass also, my pussy tingled in a way I had never felt, and it was an adventure. All these different feelings were joining with a favorite kink, my exhibitionism. CJ held me pressed against the glass as his cock pushed on my ass cheeks. He pushed my knees apart and tilted my hips so he could enter into my very ready slippery cunt. I moaned out as he did so and saw my hot breath vaporize on the glass. I was hot and cold at the same time. Heat from my hips down and cold from my waist up.
CJ drove into me with his heat as he tugged on my nipple chain at the time, whispering in my ear, “Does it burn babe? I want to make you burn.”
He was surely succeeding at that.

As CJ and I rocked against each other, I began to survey the view I had. The parking lot was basically empty. Not even the dog walkers in the neighborhood seemed to be out. Rather than being discouraged by this, it was the possibility that I could be seen at any moment still turned me on. There were the passing salt trucks and plows that would go down the street every so often, but that was the only sign of life. CJ just would fuck me harder when he saw that a car or truck was going by. Just as he said when we first got to the bedroom, he does know how to do me kinky, and I love him for it. He really was stirring my pussy now. As we moved together, the warmer I got, the more the double intensity struck my body, the more our moans filled the air, and I got closer to cumming.

CJ was getting closer to exploding too. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulders as my hot breath would just hit the glass, causing more clouds. Sometimes he would drive so hard, fast, and deep that just the top of my clit would hit the cold door. I could feel my cunt pucker and pull tight on his cock when it happened. Then it happened, perfection! I saw a salt truck slow down as he drove up our street. In fact he came to a full halt.
CJ slowed down a bit and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that honey?”
“Oh yes! Fuck me harder, show him how I get fucked”.
He waited a moment and when the driver turned his head, obviously watching, he pounded my pussy with a perfect vigor. As he did, he tugged on my nipples and I pictured the driver pulling his hard cock out of his pants and jacking off. I lifted my arms above my head and pushed my hands on the glass, staring at the guy in the truck, I grasped CJ’s cock with my kink filled pussy as we came together. Oh god, it was wonderful! I crumpled onto the floor with my eyes still on the salt truck. He was already driving off and I sighed. I turned around, looked up at CJ and said, “I do like to be kept warm on a cold winter’s day”.

I was rejuvenated the next day, ready to go to work. As I turned onto our street in the morning for some strange reason I had to drive around a large pile of road salt.

Say Cheese

I heard the strangers voice say “Come on help me out here Deb; why did you enter the contest if you don’t want to be here?”
The stranger was a photographer and I was making his job very difficult. There were bright floodlights and screens around me. I was lying on a bed that was strewn with big pillows, dressed in the latest skimpy loungewear from a local retailer. My heart just wasn’t in this photo shoot.

I’m not a professional model. Six months ago my now ex-boyfriend said I should enter a contest to be the girl next door for this retailer’s ad campaign. He had bought some of their lingerie for me, so I agreed to let him take some photos of me and send them in.
Lo and behold last month I got a call from the manager telling me that I had won the contest. At first I was excited, but all that quickly waned. It had been four months since I broke up with my boyfriend and I hadn’t exactly been my usual bubbly and adventurous self since then. I hadn’t been on a date or even out with my friends on one of our escapades lately. I was just ‘blah’. The last thing I felt was sexy. I felt like a fraud on this set. I was brought back through my fog of self-pity with the sound of the photographer barking at the crew. There were some moans and groans, but they shuffled out.
“Give us 30 minutes. I’ll make Debbie a professional”, he said.

Now I felt even worse. I wasn’t in the mood to be treated like a reprimanded schoolgirl.
But it wasn’t like that at all. The photographer finally formally introduced himself as Paul and asked me what the trouble was. He told me that I was coming across as cold and stiff to the camera. I gave him the very brief version of my breakup and life since. He smiled and nodded.
He told me that it was his job to calm me down and make me feel more at ease over the next 25 minutes or so. He’s done it a hundred times with scared models and he knew he could do it for me.
It had been a while since a man had been so kind to me. I believed him and opened up to a view quick lessons so I could do this right.First, he told me to picture the bed as a warm bath and to relax in it. That was easy. I did that and felt better already. He asked me to take off the silk pajamas I was wearing. I was wearing a bra and panties underneath so I looked more ‘shaped’. For some reason I trusted him and did as he said.
“Very nice” he said and took a couple of pictures, stressing that I concentrate on how relaxed I felt.
Then he said something that really struck a nerve:
“When was the last time a man asked to see your body?”
It was rhetorical, but it made think how nice it was that this man was looking at my body.
“Can you show me those big tits? Let me turn them into artwork”
He instructed me to slowly turn down my bra, to let me hands glide across my body. I followed his coaching and it made things easier.
Again more pictures.
In between those familiar sounds of mirrors dropping in an SLR 35mm camera Paul said “Good, very good”
“I bet your pussy is just as pretty” was his next statement.
I really surprised myself then, without even asking, I laid down on my back and pulled off my panties, he leaned in and took several shots of my throbbing slit.
The whole scenario had really turned me on. I was already disappointed that we didn’t have more time together.
By now I felt that I was good friends with the camera and Paul told as much.

Paul pulled the tripod over closer to me and affixed his camera to it, focusing on me as he did it. It was obvious that by now Paul was excited. He joined me on the bed and I was glad for it. We only had about 15 or 20 minutes left until the rest of the crew was going to be file back onto the set. He quickly undressed and unleashed a very stiff cock for me. He seemed to be just as aware of our time limit as I was. I got on his back, pulled me towards him, and said,
“Sit on my face”.
As I did, I heard the camera shutter go, he had a remote and was taking pictures of us. This turned me on; I had never done anything like this before. The flicking of his tongue across my clit was the next and only thing I knew now. I moaned out as he swiftly attacked my pussy with his tongue, plunging into my wet slit and fucking it with his tongue. I leaned over and began to eat up his cock immediately.
I heard more pictures being taken. It was wild, I felt so bad. Sucking on thick, hot throbbing cock and having pictures taken of me doing it! I soon tasted his salty precum and he was shoving his meat as far down my throat as it could go. More pictures, more tongue playing, eating, and nibbling at my clit and pussy made me cum hard on his face.
I cried out, it had been so long since I had a man treat my cunt so well.
Once I came he pushed me off his face, told me to ride his cock.
I climbed on top and jammed that thick stiff cock into me hard and fast. More pictures. I wasted no time and began fucking Paul like a damned fuck-hammer.
As I bounced on his dick, he grabbed my swaying tits, and licked at my sensitive hard nipples. I soon came again all over his cock. More pictures.
He wasn’t far behind, as I heard his breaths quicken I fucked him harder and faster. He groaned out and filled me up with hot gooey cum. A few more pictures.


“Quick, take your clothes, clean up, get back into your silk outfit and I’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom”
“Will you be OK for the shoot now?” Paul said grinning.
“You know I’ll be fine” I answered
I did that as he got dressed and straightened up the set.

As I came out from the bathroom and headed back to the set I heard the lighting guy saying “Sounds as though you relaxed her to me”
They both laughed.
I wondered if Paul told him or whether our moans had gotten a little out of hand. I didn’t care. I was much more comfortable, in more ways than one now and ready to take on the world.

We got started and the hour-long shoot went by very quickly. I think Paul got what he needed. I went back to the changing room to get into my street clothes and finally go home for the day when Paul stopped in to say a few last words.
“We have plenty of good pictures for the store, thanks”
“My pleasure”, I answered
Then Paul asked me how I felt about the idea of guys getting onto their favorite porn site and jerking off to pictures of me. I told him that the idea was sort of exciting. He asked if he could use the pictures from the ‘private stash’ to do that.
I gave him permission. He thanked me and left by saying:
“I’ll get in touch when I need some new material”

Why Does It Take Ten Guys To Fill A Hole?

Towards the end of the day I was warming up a cup of coffee in the microwave in preparation for my drive home.
The office was empty and as I waited for that familiar ding that let me know my java was hot. I looked out the window. On the street below were ten workers from the highway department working at filling a large pothole. Seeing that only about four guys were really working I thought about something I’m sure has passed through all our minds at one time or another, especially while driving: “Why does it seem to take ten guys to fill a hole?”
At that moment the microwave demanded my attention. I got my cup, but went back to the view out the window. Most of the guys were quiet nice looking. I sipped my coffee, took a deep breath, let the caffeine slowly hit my body, and that’s when:

…….

One of the nicer looking, more muscular guys looked up and saw me. It wasn’t too hard to see the office; we’re only on the second floor. It’s strange, but it seemed as though the rest of the world either disappeared or wasn’t paying attention to the workers. More of the guys looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back coyly and daintily waved. They were ‘bad boys’, I could tell, and I’m a sucker for bad boys. I sipped on my warm java some more and it was as though I was taken to a calm place where these men below me had complete control. I put my cup down and kept gazing outward at the landscape of men below. Tingles, ever so light began to radiate over my body. I could feel my nipples tighten and become hard. I could feel my skin dampen and the temperature rise ever so slightly. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and they seemed to fly down past my navel to the walls of my woman hood, starting to make my pussy slippery. My breasts needed to feel a loving hand so I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my blouse and began to caress them, still standing right at the window.

The feeling was marvelous and the guys below seemed to enjoy it. Quickly the show progressed; I unbuttoned all the button, removed my blouse, and pulled my 40 D’s out of the prison of their bra cups. I pressed my tits up against the window. The cool glass was a terrific sensation and one hand slipped down to massage my now aching mound through the fabric of my jeans. The guys below hooted and tore off their shirts; some chests were hairy, some almost bare, some in between. The guys quickened the pace; most had undone their belt buckles and holding their crotches, making all kinds of lewd gestures at me. I loved it for some reason; maybe it was that I knew they were just being their bad selves.

Again, the whole situation just took me over. I rotated my hips and shook my tits for them. I could seem most of their hard-ons making bulges in their work pants by now. I moved and did what I thought they would want, it was like telepathy, I just went with it. I took off my shoes and slid my jeans slowly down my legs; I exposed the purple and black satin thong I was wearing. More applause, whistling, and gestures ensued. I turned around bent over and pushed my ass against the glass, this of course, presented a glimpse of my pussy to the crew below. Suddenly I didn’t hear anything, no hoots, no applause, nothing. When I turned around to see what was happening they had all pulled their dicks out and were just smiling at me. It was as though an army of cocks were standing at attention for me. They were all wonderful in their own way. I marveled and enjoyed the art of man before me. Different lengths, different girths, different balls, some that took a little hook at the cock head, and some were even twitching. I gave the best salute I could to them and applauded. This seemed to make them turn into little boys, laughing, excited, and hopeful.

Nothing seemed to exist but my body and theirs. My thought process seemed to be purely animalistic. I was on auto-pilot, almost not knowing what my body would tell me to do next. Then it decided: I opened my mouth slightly, licked my lips, and waved the crew upstairs. Strangely and happily enough it seemed as though there were there, in my office, instantaneously. Like magic, I was in our employee kitchen surrounded by ten men with throbbing, hot hard-ons. What’s a girl to do? What’s Dirty Debbie to do? I smiled and fell to my knees.

And Now Presenting-Advanced Sex Education (part II)

The class continues....
I remind the students that since the lecture today is about female response, that is the only reason there isn't as much attention being paid to the men today. That will be a lesson for another day.
"Now where were we?" I ask rhetorically, but one of my eager students yells out: "You are ripe to get some cock inside you!" There are snickers then a slight applause. I acknowledge his answer as correct. I tell them I have to give some final instructions of the lesson now, so as not to lose the 'rhythm' of the next part of the demonstration. I have them line up along the wall, allowing them to pass by the stage, to be closer and observe, but no questions allowed. Since it's the beginning of the semester we are exhibiting the missionary position only. My lover removes his towel. His fine stiff cock and tight balls are ready to show off me getting fucked to my students. He gets on top of me as I bend my knees and spread my legs. He sucks my tits, nibbles my neck, and slowly enters me. I moan out as he does and I feel my cunt hug his hot meat, all this while my class observes and takes notes, some even sketching us. This, of course, is turning me on even more. I lift my hips up to pull him deeper inside me. All the wonder of a good fuck along with showing it off has me wanting to go at it hot, heavy, and fast. But I have to pace myself so all my students can have a chance to examine us and take notes. ('this most assuredly will be on the test!') Soon we are into are familiar rhythm. Every so often he teases me, almost pulling out, fucking me with just the first two inches of his cock, then pulling out all the way and gently slapping my clit with his cockhead, finally drilling back into me deep and hard. I move my hips with him, sometimes in a back and forth motion, other times, side to side, along with the up and down, massaging his ass as I do. Every so often I look to my side to be able to see my wonderful students enjoying all of it too, hopefully learning to enjoy sex just as much as I do and become good lovers. Thier smiling, flushed faces, some with hard ons just kicks it up another notch for me. My lover and my students making me wetter and wetter and I start to soak my lover's balls with my pussy juice. We quicken the pace, his balls slapping my ass as he drills into me, the hot velvet walls of my cunt hugging that fine dick. Eventually my legs, still wearing the black silk stockings wrap around his back, my back arches, my hands and nails knead his back, I moan out and cum hard around his cock.
This time a larger applause rises from my scholars. I smile, remind them to do their 'home' work, read over today's notes, and look over the outline for the rest of the year.
Let's see, what fun things would be in that outline?
The Male Response
The Joy of Oral
The Top Ten Positions of the Kama Sutra
Foreplay and Afterplay Techniques
Bedroom Toys
Fetishes For Your Enjoyment
and on, and on, and on....yummy !

So I guess for now I really have to get that digital camera I've been dreaming of, and I can keep entertaining my next door neighbor in my apartment building with my unabashed sounds from bed. Yes for now, that should take care of the exhibitionist in me.

And Now Presenting-Advanced Sex Education (part I)

So I've already had the discussion about how like to watch. There is also a side of me that wants to be watched.
Let me talk to you about a fantasy of mine that has lingered inside me, probably since my college days. I studied Psychology and Biology at college in hopes of becoming a Sex Therapist (hey, do what you know, right?). My fantasy sort of stems from all that:
I picture myself in a larger arena type classroom, the kind that are very common in college. I am the teacher. The course is Advanced Sex Education. The students consist of men and women. The area where the students are seated is only dimly lit, while the podium and stage area where I am is brightly lit. Along with me and the podium on stage is a gurney with crisp white linens.
My lecture starts off fairly innocuous, just a syllabus type description of the course. I then move onto the topic of the day: The Female Sexual Response. The discussion is matter-of-fact, cold, and technical. That's not like me. I'm creative, warm, and passionate. I sigh and stop in the middle of my talk and let me class know this just isn't right, not natural.
I bring out my lover who has been waiting on the side of the stage. He's wearing only a terry towel. Once I see him I start to strip, telling the class that I feel a demonstration was more in order. I get as far as my lingerie (another fetish of mine and a topic for another day). I'm wearing deep red, silk boy shorts with black lace trim, thigh high stockings (no garter, they're the type that use a decorative wide elastic band), and a matching deep red demi bra with black lace accents. I move toward my lover talking about all the various erogenous zones of a female, and the steps of sexual response and excitement in humans. As I mention each erogenous zone my lover demonstrates what happens to me when they are stimulated. For example: soft kisses draw me closer, his hands run up my legs, tickling my knees, light touches along my sides, nibbles on my neck, etc. The student's attention is rapt as they watch me relax and flow with my lover's body. Finally his hands move to unhook my bra. I show my students that my nipples have hardened due to the previous stimuli. He then starts caressing my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers, kissing, sucking and biting my nipples and tits. I now show my students my even harder, bigger nipples. I instruct my lover to put me on the gurney so I can show my students another result of the advanced caressing. As he does this I review the physical changes that have taken place within my body from warmer skin temperature to heavier breathing, to involuntary guttural noises. Once on the gurney my lover removes my panties, exposing my bare, shaved pussy. I tell my class that I am freshly shaved for the purpose of the class. That bare pussy is now in full view of my fine scholars. I spread my legs wide, sit up partially to spread my pussy lips, and continue my lecture. I point out the changes to my cunt. The puffiness of the labia, the darkening of the area to purplish color. I spread my inner lips to show off my hard, erect, and sensitive clit. Finally I tell my students to take note of the glistening lubrication that is like a fine sweet icing on my pussy. There are audible 'ahh's' from my class. I explain that I am totally physically ready for a good, fine fuck.
But that's for the next half of the class....