Simon didn’t post an HNT yes­ter­day.  We have also been a bit swamped with life which leaves us for time to have fun at night or write about our fun at night.  The actual hav­ing fun wins right now.  I did get a pic­ture from Simon though, and don’t worry, he’ll be get­ting a spank­ing for not get­ting it up in time…well not get­ting the pic­ture up in time…

One of the def­i­n­i­tions of naked :  6: devoid of con­ceal­ment or disguise

In a blog such as ours, where anonymity is a fac­tor very rarely do you get a glimpse of iden­ti­fy­ing char­ac­ter­stics.  So today I’m half naked in a com­pletely dif­fer­ent way.  Expos­ing myself in true color, or at least half of it.  And yes, I am a nat­ural red-head.  ( and this is my first time on photo shop, so be kind )

As I closed my coat I smiled, either way it went it would be fun. It was just a mat­ter of when I got fucked now or later.
I walked in like I always do, said hello to every­one I passed and ended up at Simons desk. “I brought you a present” I said, set­ting the bag of cook­ies down in front of him. “Aww, that’s sweet baby, thank you.….” When he turned around he saw his “real” present.

I had found it weeks ago and had just been wait­ing for the per­fect time.  The polo shirt was tight, you could see my pink bra peek­ing through and the but­tons showed the per­fect amount of cleav­age.  The pink ten­nis skirt was per­fect with it and I glanced to make sure we had some pri­vacy before I bent over to show off my match­ing pink g– string.  But what I knew would catch his eye were the knee high white socks and ten­nis shoes.  No body noticed what I was wear­ing when I came in and if they had I’d given myself an alibi by tot­ing a racket.

“I came to visit you today! Aren’t I a good girl?” I cooed in his ear.  “You came to tease me… That makes you a bad girl…” he whis­pered back, look­ing me up and down las­civ­i­ously.  I put on my best fake pout.  There are very few places that are less appro­pri­ate than where Simon works to have sex…which makes it such a temp­ta­tion.   “Alright lit­tle girl… It’s not nice to tease.. I’ll walk you out.”  He quickly pulled my coat closed for the walk and took me by the hand.  I pouted and scuffed my shoes as we walked then real­ized we weren’t headed toward the exit.

Quickly Simon unlocks a door and swings me inside, and takes off my coat.   A pull on the blinds and the empty office was pri­vate. “Good girls don’t tease and pout, are you sure you’re a good girl?”.   “Yes..”  I said push­ing my lip fur­ther into my pout. “Take off your shirt.”.  I pulled off the polo leav­ing on the skimpy lace bra.  “A good girl wouldn’t take off her shirt like a lit­tle slut” he said as he sat at the desk.  I pouted again and began to pull my shirt back on but was stopped when he pulled me onto his lap.

One hand began to fon­dle my breasts as the other went up my skirt and began to fin­ger my pussy. “A good girl wouldn’t have such a hot wet pussy,  only a slut would… Are you sure you’re a good girl?” he asked as his fin­gers dipped fur­ther inside me. “I am a good girl” I whined and he stood me up briefly.  He pulled me back down onto his hard cock, impail­ing me. “A good girl wouldn’t let me fuck her here like a lit­tle slut.”.   My only responce was a moan as I came.   He slid me off his lap and onto my knees and shoved his pussy wet cock into my mouth.   I sucked hard until I could feel that he was about to cum.   “A good girl would swal­low…” he moaned as be gushed down my throat.  I greed­ily drank it all down before ris­ing from my knees. “Told you I was a good girl”.

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More than half naked, but only half way to cumming…

Not tra­di­tional half naked…but one of Simons favorites.

Some recent cor­re­spon­dence has got­ten my mind wan­der­ing.  Wan­der­ing to dark, dirty places, places that I won­der if I would ever go…

It’s for Simon, I ratio­nal­ized before I walked in, it’s so that we find exactly what he wants, this is like an interview…I just want him to be thrilled.  I told him I was meet­ing the final­ists so to speak, the men that I had been talk­ing to for weeks.  We had met a few together already, and the oth­ers, well they were late entries.  I told Simon about this meet­ing I just told him it was going to start a lit­tle later.  I wanted to get a read on the guys first, you know, weed out any that I knew weren’t right, espe­cially the ones I hadn’t met yet.  Simon was going to be here in an hour, we had reserved a hotel room just so that we could all be com­fort­able.  The guys knew it was just another meet­ing.  But when I walked in and saw the four of them I gave up all of the ratio­nal­iza­tion and the hon­est truth came out…

I won­der what his first thought was when he walked in.  Open­ing the door and being met with the scene of four men fuck­ing me.  My head was hang­ing off the bed, suck­ing two dif­fer­ent cocks while another pounded my pussy.  My cum cov­ered tits were being sucked and fon­dled as I stroked the cock that had cov­ered me.  I smiled an upside down smile when I saw him and beck­oned him to join the fun. For a moment he just stood there, I wasn’t sure what Simon was wait­ing for until I heard the tell tale moan of a man cum­ming and felt a hot load spray across my face.  The other man began to cum too, but decided to dec­o­rate a lit­tle more, shoot­ing for my chest and throat.

“You dirty slut, Ava, I thought you were find­ing one for us, and here I find you…you’ll be pun­ished for that later…but right now I see that you don’t have a cock in your mouth, that won’t hap­pen again tonight.”  He shoved him­self so hard down my throat I couldn’t breath for a moment, his laugh told me that was intended, and as I sucked he start­ing giv­ing instruc­tions to the other men.  “I guess Ava decided she wanted to be a lit­tle cum slut tonight, so that’s what she’ll be, let’s make sure she always has a dick in her pretty mouth and don’t waste any cum…she’s going to swal­low it or wear it.”  The sounds of agree­ment sur­rounded me and I felt the man pound­ing my pussy pull out and shoot his load all over my cunt and belly.

Five dif­fer­ent men, five dif­fer­ent cocks, it felt like some­one was always cum­ming, and Simon made sure that my mouth never got a rest.  He espe­cially liked fuck­ing me from behind as the guys took turns in my mouth, pound­ing hard so that each thrust had me gag­ging on cock.  My ass cheeks were held apart so that cum could cover my ass hole, my nip­ples were caked in it, and my pussy dripped.  Load after load until I was com­pletely covered.

Even­tu­ally the crowd was spent and began to gather their things and leave.  Simon con­tin­ued to fuck me until the last man was gone, whis­per­ing in my ear that I had been a good slut but I still had work to do.  “Did you notice that I didn’t let any­body fuck you in the ass tonight Ava?” he asked as he began to slide his cock across my tight hole.  “It’s because it’s mine alone…”  I moaned as forced his way into me and slowly worked it in and out.  He let out a groan as I felt him unload into my ass, feel­ing him throb, pulse, and fill me, and I moaned as he pulled out and began to pull me toward the shower.

“You were a good lit­tle cum slut tonight Ava, but you really should have asked my per­mis­sion first…”

I could wear the girly one.  The cute lit­tle plaid skirt with the pleats, the one that’s a lit­tle too short if I bend over.  The one that show the bows on the tops of my white stock­ings only if I cross my legs just right.  It looks just per­fect with my black mary janes, and the white but­ton down and a sweater vest.  And under­neath it the sim­ple white bra with the lit­tle pink lace, and the panties with the ruf­fles, so sweet and demure.  Two lit­tle bar­rettes to hold my hair back and just a hint of pink lip gloss…

I can imag­ine you would come home and smile.  I’d flirt and twirl, show­ing you the tops of those pretty white stock­ings.  And when you pushed my to my knees I would look up at you as my shiny pink lips engulfed your cock.  I’d suck it long and hard, tak­ing it down my throat as you thrust, and when you came I would swal­low all but the lit­tle bit I’d need to gloss my lips again…

I couldn’t pick, and Simon wouldn’t help.  So you get all three today, and to see one of the things that swings Simon back and forth.

Because we haven’t given a pic­ture in a while.  And it’s HNT early again!