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Subject: {ASSM} Sexual chess pt 1 (A Dawn Story) Daphne Conrad {MF exhib public mature}
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Date: Thu, 07 Dec 2006 00:10:05 -0500
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It had been a fairly normal Saturday night. Normal for me that is - Alex and 
I had gone round to our neighbours for dinner. I had worn an outrageously 
tight top that came to just below my ample chest. I wasn't sure but I think 
I had put on a couple of pounds over Christmas and my boobs were a bit 
bigger now. I'd worn my tight bra for Alex that morning while we did 
housework, and it felt tighter than usual, to the point where my nipples 
kept escaping, much to Alex's pleasure. He had come up behind me as my tits 
jiggled while I struggled with the nearly defunct hoover. I was so engrossed 
with my struggles with the hoover that I had forgotten how I was dressed. 
Both of us find this juxtaposition of the everyday and sexually explicit 
arousing, but Alex more so.

I turned round to ask him if he could get the nozzle to stay attached and he 
was standing there with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it and with 
his cheeky pleading expression. From the outset our relationship has been 
based more on masturbation than sex, so while this would normally be quite 
offensive, I always found it endearing in Alex. I had come to think of 
myself as the star in his personal porn collection.

I giggled as I looked down at him calmly wanking. "Now, we're not going to 
get the housework done like that, are we?' I put my hands on my hips in mock 
exasperation. When Alex is in this mood, and I am dressed like that, there 
are few actions that don't have an effect on Alex and doing this made my 
boobs bounce, which caused him to whimper.

"Sorry," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if there was nothing he could 
do about it. "But look" he indicated my nipples which had escaped the 
confines of the bra, which he had bought me in the knowledge it was two 
sizes too small.

Often he prefers to pleasure himself while watching me but I had the feeling 
he wanted more now. This suited me as I was horny with anticipation by the 
time every weekend came around. During the week I was a demure, shy student, 
and because we shared the house with Paul who didn't know about our 
relationship or my secret life I had to stay that way all week. By the time 
Paul left on a Friday night to visit his girlfriend for the weekend, Alex 
and I had so much pent up sexual excitement that we would spend the night in 
an orgy of pornography, masturbation and fucking. Then there would be the 
anticipation of visiting our elderly neighbours, Gladys and Alfred, where I 
would wear an outrageous outfit and often tell tales of my sexual exploits, 
although this (rarely) ended in sex. Sometimes Alex and I would fit in some 
exhibitionist fun on a Sunday and then Paul would return and the build up to 
next weekend would begin again.

But this weekend Paul had waited until Saturday morning to leave, and Alex 
and I had not yet indulged ourselves. So when he stood in front of me, cock 
in hand and a hungry expression on his face, I wasn't about to criticise his 
lack of subtlety.

"Hmm," I pondered my nipples. "Do you think my boobs have got bigger?"

He didn't reply, simply stroked his member more vigourously. I took his cock 
in my hand, "do you think they're too big now Alex?" He shook his head 
dumbly. "Are you sure?" I teased him, rubbing my erect nipples.

"Wouldn't you prefer some small-titted girl, rather than these big, heavy 
melons?" He groaned at this. "I think you're going to have to prove to me 
you still like my full breasts by taking that hard cock of yours and fucking 
my large, firm tits, and then sticking it in my very wet pussy and fucking 
me." I smirked as I said this, I love the teasing gameplay we have. Alex 
knows it is all ironic and yet it still has this effect on him. I sometimes 
think I only have to say a word such as ‘full’, 
‘ripe’ or ‘heavy’ and he will get an erection.

I quickly unclipped my bra, which was a relief, and Alex slipped out of his 
trousers. I lay on the floor next to the now forgotten hoover, and he 
positioned himself above me. I smiled up at him, as tit-fucking is a rather 
ridiculous maneouvre, and doesn’t really give much pleasure to the 
woman. But it’s something he enjoys occasionally and I was feeling 
playful. He grinned back boyishly, and placed his cock between my tits. I 
moulded my breast flesh around it, like pulling dough around a rolling pin. 
There was just enough for them to meet over the top of his cock, which felt 
warm and alive next to my skin. He began to rock back and forwards, the tip 
of his cock almost disappearing beneath my tits and then emerging again like 
a slow moving train coming out of a tunnel. The head would then come up to 
just below my chin. I craned my neck forward and gave it a quick lick every 
time it came within distance. His balls dragged along my belly as he moved 
himself up and down.

Despite the slight absurdity of the position I found myself increasingly 
turned on, and slipped a finger inside my knickers. I lifted my bum to slide 
these halfway down my thighs and slipped a finger inside my pussy. I kept it 
just inside the lips and stroked it tentatively up and down, teasing myself.

We had performed this in silence so far, but I knew Alex would happily carry 
on like this for hours, so I needed to give him some verbal encouragement.

“I think your cock likes my boobs Alex” I said as I gave it an 
extra long lick. “Perhaps later it would like to cover them in come. 
But I’m afraid now you are going to have to fuck my very wet pussy 
with it.”

So that was how we passed the morning. As I mentioned, for the evening next 
door I had put on a very skimpy top that stopped just below my nipples, so 
the bottom third of my breasts was visible. Alex had often told me (with 
accompanying demonstration) how aroused the sight of the lower half of 
breasts made him. He said he probably preferred it to a cleavage, but then I 
think Alex liked all tit views to be honest. I matched this top with a pair 
of very tight PVC hot pants, that really showed off my arse. When I came 
down the stairs Alex whistled appreciatively.

“Fuck me Dawn, you look so hot. Can we just stay here and fuck?”

“Now, now Alex, you know Gladys and Alfred are expecting us.”

“Old Alfred’s gonna have a heart attack when he sees that arse 
of yours.”

I slipped my coat on and we went next door. Gladys would always take my coat 
off in the lounge, with Alfred sitting on the sofa. It was a big reveal, 
both of them eager to see what I was wearing. In truth this was often the 
part of the evening I enjoyed the most, seeing their natural reaction. It 
was always admiring but sometimes I could detect an extra flush of 
excitement. The whole evening was really geared towards pampering my ego, 
which I fully acknowledged was quite a hungry beast. I figured it was a fair 
trade though – Gladys and Alfred got to spice up their love life by 
having me to bring sex to the fore again, and Alex got to fuck me afterwards 
when all the attention and flattery had made me horny.

Gladys slipped the coat from my shoulders. I made sure I was standing quite 
near to Alfred so he had a good view of the underside of my breasts. He was 
looking up, his usual grumpy expression replaced by one of eager 
anticipation. When the firm globes of my breasts swung into view he did 
something he hadn’t done before – he groaned. It was a groan 
full of different meanings – lust, appreciation, gratitude and pathos 
even at my flagrant youth and his advancing years.

Gladys was busy looking at my PVC clad bum, but at Alfred’s groan she 
looked up and leant around me from behind to see my tits. “My, my 
Dawn. You’ve surpassed yourself. You getting a good view down there 
Alfred love?”

“Oh yes,” he grinned, rubbing his hands on his legs.

“If you can tear your eyes off her fabulous tits you should check out 
this lovely bum she’s got going on here.”

She turned me around so my arse was level with Alfred’s head. I stuck 
it out towards him. “What do you think Alfred, are you a tits or an 
arse man?” I giggled.

“Oh, definitely a tits man, although I think I could be swayed.”

I stood up straight and Gladys stared at me chest. The attention had made my 
nipples erect, which were prominently visible in my tight top. “Do you 
know Dawn, I think your boobs are getting bigger.”

“I know. I said that to Alex this morning, but I didn’t get an 
answer. Instead he got all excited if you know what I mean. I think 
I’ve put on a couple of pounds – I’m getting a bit of a 
belly now.” I patted my exposed stomach.

Gladys followed suit, giving it a gentle rub, “nonsense love, 
you’re still skinny. I think those pounds have just gone straight to 
your boobs.” This direct contact was unusual, but I didn’t mind, 
especially when she had reassured me about putting on weight.

I kissed her on the cheek, “thanks. Shall we have a drink then?”

The evening then passed as normal. We had a gin and tonic, then sat down to 
dinner at the table. After the initial compliments the conversation turned 
to more mundane matters, although Alfred didn’t take his gaze from my 
tits. I teased him at the table by stretching to serve myself some mash 
potato, which caused me top to rise up so half my nipple was exposed. The 
top was working better than I had hoped at giving tantalizing glimpses of my 
aureola, without ever revealing everything. This was what had Alfred 
transfixed, the continual promise of exposure. I made a mental note to find 
other opportunities to wear the top.

As usual the arrival of dessert signaled a return to more sexually oriented 
conversation, as if to discuss it over the main meal would be bad etiquette. 
And as usual it was Gladys who took the initiative. “It’s 
getting warm again. I expect that’ll mean you’ll be able to go 
out in skimpy clothes again and flash those boobs of yours around. I bet you 
hate winter Dawn.”

“Yes, although there is something to be said for tight jumpers 
I’ve found. I was thinking the same today. Maybe we should head out 
for a walk next weekend Alex? I could wear something very inappropriate. 
Maybe even this outfit – what do you think Alfred?”

“I think if you went for a walk in that you’d get more than 
admiring glances.”

“Hmm, that might be nice. It’s been a long time since I’ve 
had one of my encounters. Probably because it’s been winter as you say 
Gladys. Apart from Alex’s lovely attention the last cock I had was 
yours Alfred, and that was before Christmas.”

He blushed at this. We hadn’t mentioned the sex session that had taken 
place at the Christmas meal, and it hadn’t been repeated since then. 
This didn’t displease me, I didn’t want it to be a regular 
thing, the teasing was more fun. I think Gladys was happy with it being a 
one off also.
I thought I had made a faux pas mentioning it as the conversation died 
immediately. Then came a quick succession of knocks at the door. Without 
waiting for a response we heard the front door and then the lounge door 
opened. Vic bowled in, grinning cockily.

“Hello there,” he said, his attention immediately fixing on me. 
A lewd, lopsided smile accompanied his greeting.

He stood beside me and looked me up and down. “Fucking hell Dawn, look 
at how horny you are. How can you sit there Alfred and not be fucking 
her?” He was so blunt and direct, his presence immediately dispelled 
the careful erotic tension that had been built during the evening. But I had 
to say I found him exciting. As soon as he came in I felt a flush, 
remembering the group sex I had had with him in a pub.

Alfred and Gladys blushed at being caught so publicly with me in these 
clothes. I was watching them look down at the table when I gasped – 
Vic had lifted up my top and was groping my left breast. He scooped it up in 
his hand and mauled the nipple between his rough fingers. He held the whole 
breast in his large hand, running his thumb round my nipple. To my dismay I 
did nothing to stop him and to my surprise I found it tremendously arousing. 
The contrast with Alfred, and Alex even, could not be more obvious. Whereas 
Alfred had spent two hours trying to catch a glimpse of my nipple, within a 
minute Vic had it in his hand. Gladys and Alfred stared in dumb disbelief as 
he calmly groped my exposed breast. I felt powerless to stop him, and even 
if I wasn’t the flood of juices in my pussy was an indication that I 
didn’t want him to stop. Alex sat there grinning in admiration at 
Vic’s audacity.

“God, these are the best tits I’ve ever had. Did she tell you 
about our little game of rummy in the pub?”

Alfred nodded mutely, still staring at the nipple inbetween Vic’s 
finger and thumb, and, I knew, regretting it wasn’t his hand there.

“I’m going to have to fuck you again Dawn, not as rushed next 
time. But as much as I’d like to stand here playing with your tits all 
evening, I have to go. The missus is waiting in the car outside.” He 
turned his attention to Alfred, but continued to fondle my breasts, now 
lifting up the other side of the top and working on my right nipple. 
“The reason I came round was to ask if you wanted to come to the City 
game next Saturday Alfred. I’ve got two tickets but Gary has dropped 
out.”

“I.. I.. I can’t” Alfred mumbled. “Gotta see my 
sister that day.”

“Oh shame, hate to see a ticket go to waste.”

Before I knew what I was doing I piped up, “I’ll go.” I 
looked up at Vic for the first time. His hand was still holding my boob, but 
he stopped caressing it. “I’ve never been to a game 
before.”

A lascivious grin spread across his face, it was obvious what he was 
thinking. And who could blame him? I was letting him fondle my tits in front 
of everyone, if I was alone with him the fuck he had mentioned seemed like 
an inevitability. “No funny business though,” I added without 
much conviction. It’s hard to convince a man there will be no funny 
business when he spent the last two minutes groping your tits without any 
protest.

“Sure,” he said slyly. “No funny business. Okay, 
I’ll pick you up at two. And wear something sexy.” The sound of 
a car horn outside caused him to remove his hand from my breast. 
“Better go,” he said, “See you Gladys, Alfred. And Dawn 
I’ll see you and these two next week.” With that he leant down 
and kissed both my nipples. He left abruptly, his absence from the room made 
it seem suddenly small.

He had left both my boobs exposed, and they were red from his mauling and my 
excitement. I made no move to cover them again. I was very aroused by now 
and I squirmed in my seat as all attention focused on me again.

“Are you sure Dawn? You know what he’s like.” Gladys 
addressed this to my heaving chest. I felt slightly ashamed now he had left, 
both because I had let him treat me like that, but also because it was 
obvious I was very stimulated by it.

“Yes,” I said indignantly. “I’m not a little 
girl.” She had hurt my pride with the insinuation that I was no match 
for Vic. In truth it was a reaction to my own guilt at being so malleable. 
“I meant it when I said no funny stuff. I just want to see a football 
game. I’m not going to fuck him, despite what he thinks.”

Alex snorted derisively, “well, you did just let him grope your tits 
for five minutes. And by the look on your nipples I’m guessing you 
enjoyed it. Of course you’re going to fuck him.” He didn’t 
say this with any jealousy, in fact he was smiling chirpily as he said it. 
He liked the idea of Vic (or anyone) fucking me, he just wanted me to be 
honest.

The more they suggested I was powerless though the more I wanted to protest. 
“I let him grope my tits because I thought it would give you lot a 
thrill that’s all. I’m sorry if it’s upset you,” I 
was being childish now. I tugged my top down over my inflamed breasts. 
Whereas before it had ended just below my nipples now it wouldn’t 
cover them, so even when I wanted to cover up and take attention away from 
them I only succeeded in attracting more focus as the top now neatly 
bisected each nipple, leaving the bottom half perfectly visible. If it is 
difficult to convince a man you won’t put up with any funny business 
when he has your naked breast in his hand, it is impossible to look 
indignant when you have two hard nipples pointing at your interlocutors.

“Promise me then that you’ll pop in and see me after the game 
then Dawn, just to make sure you’re okay. I’ll tell Vic that 
I’m expecting you so he doesn’t get any funny ideas.”

“Okay, I promise,” I said huffily. Actually I was a bit annoyed 
since I was intrigued by what Vic’s ‘funny ideas’ might 
be, but having made such a protest I could hardly refuse Gladys’ 
offer.

The evening didn’t recover from that and we left soon after. Back in 
our house Alex asked, “what was that all about Dawn? Why did you get 
so uptight? It was only a bit of fun. Admit it, you weren’t letting 
him grope your tits for our benefit were you?”

I went to react angrily again and then laughed. “No, it wasn’t 
for your benefit. I must admit I find him strangely alluring. It’s his 
directness I think, it stimulates me, but I kind of felt a bit ashamed as 
well, like I was a powerless little girl. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I loved it too, the way he came in and 
just started mauling your tits. I thought he was just going to lift you on 
the table and fuck you right in front of us.”

“I know. To be honest I was hoping he would. As soon as he came in I 
got all moist. Strange isn’t it? He’s not attractive, he’s 
crass, old and uncouth and there’s me, young, sexy and intelligent and 
yet I feel a bit powerless when he’s around.”

“So you think you will fuck him next Saturday?”

“Well, I hadn’t thought about it, but my guess is if he tried it 
on, I wouldn’t find it in me to say no. The only trouble is I’ve 
promised Gladys we’ll go and see her so she can save me. Never mind, 
we’ll see what happens.”

Now I had recovered my humour I had also found my arousal again. I sidled up 
to Alex and pressed myself against him. “So did you like seeing him 
lift my top up and maul my tits in his rough hands?” I whispered in 
his ear.

His hands went immediately to my tits and repeated the actions of Vic. 
“God yes,” he moaned.

“And would you have liked to have seen him lift me up, strip off my 
tight shorts and stick his thick cock in me right there in front of 
you?”

He quickly tugged my shorts off and laid me on the floor, “yes, I 
wanted to see him fuck you.” I unzipped his fly and released his cock 
which was dripping with precum.

“Fuck me Alex, that dirty old man got me all turned on fondling my 
tits in front of everyone. Now I need a fuck.”

Alex wasted no time and as he laid me on the carpet I imagined Vic’s 
firm hands mauling my body. I closed my eyes as an orgasm swept over me and 
Alex continued to pound in to me. I was already looking forward to next 
Saturday.

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