Another Walk in the Park

Only half way through a long night and the flight attendant loathed me. I had already consumed too much alcohol. All I could do was try to sleep. This was the smallest plane that I had ever flown in and there was plenty of turbulence to remind me how much I hated flying.

Working for a large multinational retailer provides plenty of opportunities to extend your horizons. The downside is that to further your career you have to be prepared to uproot your life at short notice and head for where ever the next promotion was. I had been very fortunate. I had started with this company (I can't mention the name) in Detroit. Every promotion had taken me to a more interesting area. I had lived in Vancouver, L.A., London and Sydney. My career trajectory was fine until the Global Financial Crisis hit. I fared better than most, I kept my job and title but now I had to return to the US.

So here I was, in a shitty little plane flying through a storm. With no more booze.

My wife was still in Sydney. She was a nurse, contracted to a major hospital and might follow me in a few months. We had some issues to work out and this break would give us time to think about our future. She could also enjoy the last few weeks of summer in Sydney. I was heading into winter.

So I closed my eyes and felt sorry for myself.

Eventually the plane landed at the regional airport and I was greeted by my colleague. We collected my small suitcase, trudged out to his car and started the drive to town.

We had completed the obligatory small talk while watching luggage on the carousel. In the car the windscreen wipers cleared away light rain as we started the in depth conversation about our families and our positions in The Company. As the twilight set in I noted the tall trees on the edge of the wide road.

We parked at the Hotel on the outskirts of town. He helped me carry my bags to my room. I sat on the edge of the bed while we had a quick coffee. I kicked off my shoes and leaned back on the bed. He used the bathroom then bade me farewell. I would see him again at work on Monday.

I had the weekend to myself. I fixed myself a drink from the mini bar and switched on the TV. I returned to the bed. It was so soft, I could stretch right out..........

My full bladder woke me. It was morning, late morning. I had slept for ten hours.

I shaved, showered and went off in search of food. I found a great looking café, an old place, all wood and iron. I ordered a strong coffee and a burger. I found a seat at a table on the footpath. The sun was bright. I stared at the trees in the park across the road.

The coffee came promptly. As I waited for the burger I watched a car pull into the parking bay. It was a two door Buick. There were two men in the front seats, both in their late twenties, dressed in fashionable jackets. One of them started walking into the park as the other slid his seat forward. He held the door open so the back seat occupant could clamber out. I saw her face, for a moment, and then her long straight blonde hair caught the sun. She was magnificent.

She stood arching her back. She was slender but curvy. Not tall, five foot four, maybe. She had black high heels on and dark stockings that were sheer but had a lacy band at the top. She was wearing a deep red dress. It was short, just covering the tops of her stockings. Every time she moved I caught a glimpse of her bare thighs. Suspenders pulled the nylon tight against her toned legs.

She paused for a moment. The driver was walking onto a rotunda in the park. The other guy followed him. I noticed that he was holding a camera. She said something and the guy on the path turned toward me. She patted down the front of the red velvet dress to straighten out the pattern. She pushed the black collar into place as we briefly made eye contact.

She turned and bent over to sort through some things on the back seat. I was granted a minute or two to study those long shapely legs, erzurum escort the bare thighs and lacey panties. She turned again, closed the car door and smiled at me. I nodded (I had a mouth full of food). She seemed to blow a kiss through her lips. She wore no makeup. She didn't need any.

I continued eating. She strode along the path and joined the two men in the rotunda. I still had a full view of them but they were now about half a football field away. I watched intently.

She took a spot in one corner and leaned on the wooden rails. The guy in the dark blue jacket started taking pictures as the other guy, who was wearing a light blue scarf, stood to one side. He seemed to be making comments about the poses and the angles of the photographs. She struck many poses, ranging from a welcoming "hello" wave to some vey provocative ones. Several times she bent over the rail revealing those panties.

I finished my food and started my second coffee.

The guy without the camera took of his jacket and scarf. He was wearing a black t-shirt that was filled by his well developed chest and shoulders. He stood next to her and they embraced. The other guy continued taking photos as they kissed. This went on for some minutes.

I finished my coffee and crossed the road. I didn't want to interrupt their fun. The couple noticed me walking closer but they ignored me. There was a bench a few feet from the rotunda and it afforded me a perfect view of the proceedings.

The guy was obviously enjoying this. His tight blue jeans were bulging.

The photographer told her to get on her knees. In a moment I could see her red and black knickers as she knelt before him. She unbuttoned his levis. She reached in and freed his penis. She ran her hand along it a couple of times and it was fully erect. A good nine inches, thick and veiny.

"Suck it, whore." the photographer ordered. She put her lips around it. "Lick his balls" was the next instruction.

The guy was staring straight at me. He turned slightly and she moved around so that I had a full view of his crutch. She undid his belt and his jeans dropped to his ankles. She pushed his erection against his stomach then gently licked his hairy balls. She took one into her mouth.

The photographer spoke again. "Lick his cock." She ran her lips along the length of it. She flicked her tongue along the underside. "Suck his knob". She kissed the very tip of his penis then slowly engulfed the head of it with her mouth.

"Face fuck her." The photographer ordered and the guy obeyed. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands. He rammed his cock deep into her mouth. I saw her eyes widen as his cock hit the back of the throat. "Harder". I saw his butt sway wildly as he fucked hard and deep into that tight little mouth. The photographer kept clicking away as he issued the instructions."Suck harder, you bitch."

"I'm gonna cum...." the guy in the T-shirt panted.

The photographer issued another order, "Don't swallow, keep it in your mouth, OK?"

The guy jerked forward, her mouth tightened around his cock and he grunted out a long, low orgasm. He pushed her head onto his cock. She nearly gagged.The guy released his grip. He wiped his cock over her face as she remained kneeling, her mouth closed tight and her eyes wide open. He pulled up his jeans, did up the fly and rubbed her hair as he stepped off the rotunda.

"Next week?" he asked in an offhand manner. She nodded.

"He wasn't talking to you, slut." The photographer barked. He told her to open her mouth and he took pictures of her tongue covered in cum.

He let her swallow. He handed her a tissue and she wiped her face. He told her to stand up and lean against the corner of the rails. As she did so she smiled at me then looked at the photographer. He glanced at me and nodded.

He handed her a cigarette and told her to stand up straight. She pushed her boobs out. They took several shots bodrum escort with the cigarette; she was a great model, a very seductive face and a fabulous, toned, body. She was so hot.

What a great introduction to Arkansas. I stopped feeling sorry for myself.

When she had finished the cigarette he got her to turn around. He stood next to her. He bent her over the rail and pulled down her panties. He stepped back to take more shots. With her back to the photographer she slid her panties down those shapely legs. I was treated to a full view of her naked butt. She stepped out of the panties and walked to the corner of the rails.

"Turn around." The photographer commanded. She slowly leaned back into the corner and turned. Her black suspenders framed her flat, hairless stomach and her penis. It was semi erect and had a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Her balls were small and tight."Play with yourself. Get it hard." Her left hand found her cock and she was soon hard. He took a few shoots from different angles.

"Time for a walk." He pointed as he spoke.

I watched intently as she walked to the other side of the rotunda. Her high heels echoed on the wood as she strolled down the walkway. Her bare arse swayed in the sun. I wanted to grab that butt with both hands.Did they want company?

He told her to pause halfway down the ramp. She leaned on the hand rail and he took more photos of her beautiful legs. He told her to take of the dress. She lifted it over head and dropped it beside her. She had a black bra. The straps were thin and I saw the beautiful flesh of her back. She turned and I saw her cleavage.

After more photos they continued down the ramp. He took shots as she posed at various points. They were heading for a line of trees that led to a more secluded area. By now I was standing. I didn't know what to do. I had two choices: go back to the Hotel and wank myself stupid or follow them into the park. They didn't seem to mind my presence but what did they want me to do? The photographer resolved my dilemma.

"Hey" he turned to me "Can you pick up her panties and the dress? I can't carry them and take photos."

I swiftly gathered them up and jogged a few steps to catch up with him. We were on the edge of the trees now, well away from the road. She turned to face us. Her left hand disappeared behind her back. She took the bra off. Now she was wearing only her high heels, the black nylons with the lacey tops and her suspender belt. He took photos as she moved her arms.

"Can you pick up that bra, I don't want it in the shot?"

I couldn't say no. I scooped up the bra. I was next to her. I gazed at those perfect breasts, just a bit more than a mouthful, tanned, her nipples large and pointing at me. The air was cold and I could see the goose bumps on her flesh. She took one step toward me. Her foot touched mine. I looked down and I could see her bare thigh above the stocking top. I could smell her perfume. My cock was hard.

"She loves to play with big toys. Show her yours." He whispered to me. I unzipped. My cock was free. I looked down. She moved forward and the tip of my cock was touching her.

"She is totally willing." he intoned.

Her nipples were so hard that I had to bite them.

"OK. Now bend her over." He said as he pointed at her.

She turned around and he spoke to me, "She likes it to hurt, some..."

She was bent over; her hands on her knees. I placed my cock in the gap between her thighs. It was warm and soft. My hardness rubbed against her. I felt her balls at the tip of my erection. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew her closer. My hands found those firm young breasts. My palms rubbed gently as my fingers tweaked her nipples. She started to moan. I felt her butt push back into me as she spread her legs further apart. She reached behind her to fondle my balls.

"Get on all fours." The photographer directed. He put the camera onto the pile of clothes. eskişehir escort She knelt down on her knees. Her hands were on the ground underneath her straight arms. The photographer stood in front of her and unleashed his cock. It was big, well over ten inches, but not overly thick. She kissed the length of it then started sucking wildly. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her puckered hole. She opened as far as she could. I slipped the head in and grabbed her hips. He grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair and yanked her head up and down his cock.

I stepped close to her and gradually eased my manhood into her. Once I was fully in I slowly pulled out until it was just the head inside her. He was really going to town at the other end, gripping her hair and pounding his cock into her mouth. He was calling her all sorts of names. This set me over the edge. My dick was driving in and out of her. I held on as long as I could but I had to fill her arse with my seed. I came loudly, filling her with cock and cum. She clenched her sphincter, milking me.

We paused for a while. I heard some voices coming from down the path. The photographer motioned for me to stand beside. She started to move but he forbade it. She remained on all fours. He grabbed her knickers and used them to wipe cum off her legs and face. He roughly dragged them over her feet and put them back into place over her erect penis and balls. He pulled the orange belt from her red dress. He lightly wrapped one end around her neck left the other end dangling like a dog's leash.

He grabbed my arm and guided me to a bench a few feet away. The voices were getting closer. After a few minutes four men walked past us. They were all middle aged, early fifties maybe. They looked like they were on the way home from golf.The photographer had the camera back in his hand and once the men had passed us he started clicking.

She was still on all fours, dressed only in heels, stockings, cum soaked panties and suspender belt. The men stopped dead when they spotted her. They stood in silent contemplation for some minutes, staring at her and glancing back at us. The photographer leaned closer to me and whispered some instructions to me. I did as directed.

I stood up and joined the four men who had encircled her. I spoke to them, making up a story around the points the photographer had told me.

"This is my wife." I tried to sound angry. They all looked at me, shuffling uneasily."She's been pissing me off lately. She's been disobedient and disrespectful. My friend over there has helped me punish her but he's bored with it now. I need you men to screw some sense into her. She is going to give each of you a blow job while the rest of us tell her what a bitch she is, OK?"

She looked up at me and winked. I could see her little cock was hard under the panties. She licked her lips as the first man, pulled his manhood from his track suit pants. His large gut overhung her head. I heard the noise of her juicy mouth sliding up and down his erection. He held her ears as he fed her cock. The next guy took his grubby trousers off as he watched.

"Put some effort into it!" I yelled. The guy was already about to blow. His pumping intensified and he grunted. His friend put his hand over her nose and closed her nostrils. As the guy blew she struggled for air and nearly swallowed his cock as well as his cum. She was still gasping when the next cock slammed between her lips. All the men had their pants off now. They were lined up, hard cocks waiting for a cum dump.

I returned to the bench. The photographer and I watched. We introduced ourselves as the men abused her. "Call me Joe. Call her Dee. Do you want more of her?"

"I'm Bob. Yes. I want a lot more of her."

By the time the fourth guy had blown the first was ready to go again. When they had all climaxed twice we were ready to go. It was getting cold. They guys offered to "take her off my hands" for the night but I declined. The oldest one gave me his number, though, just in case.

After the men wandered away Joe and I swapped numbers. The coffee and the burger were starting to have an effect on me so I left him and Dee to amuse themselves while I hastily returned to my Hotel room.