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This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
*****
Wednesday
Cassadee felt Dr. Spitelli’s tongue between her labia and she squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted nothing more than to close her legs and get off this examination table. Or did she? Dr. Spitelli was her gynecologist. This was highly inappropriate. So, why wasn’t she telling him to stop? As he ate her out, she leaned her head back and did nothing.
Dr. Andrew Spitelli knew he had her hooked. Even though she claimed not to want this type of interaction with him, Cassadee Ellison would keep coming back. He knew her better than she knew herself. Her actions spoke louder than her words. She could get up and get dressed if she wanted to, and he wouldn’t stop her. Not only was she not getting up, but she wasn’t even closing her legs. She wanted this for sure.
Cassadee moaned, much to her dismay. She didn’t want to give him any indication that he should continue doing what he was doing, but she couldn’t help it. It felt amazing. He was alternating between licking her out and sucking on her clit. Just as she got worked up from the clitoral stimulation, he would begin licking her somewhere else, forcing her orgasm to back off. It was torture.
Andrew was edging her. He would take her to the point where she was squirming and moaning, about to come, and then he would change it up. He knew that he could keep this up almost indefinitely. Eating pussy was his forte. There wasn’t a single girl who hadn’t had an orgasm from his oral ministrations, and he had gone down on a large number of young maidens. He grabbed Cassadee’s ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart, as he continued his oral assault on her sex.
Cassadee felt fluid release from inside as Dr. Spitelli sucked her clit. She thought she might even have squirted a little, though she hadn’t really come yet. She was moaning and her legs were shaking. Just before she got to the point of no return, he stuck his tongue inside her, licking her again. Cassadee groaned in disappointment and uttered something profane. She reached down, grabbed his hair, and said, “Suck my clit!”
Andrew almost laughed when she cursed. When she grabbed his hair, he knew she was forever in his thrall and as such, he could do whatever he wanted. He withdrew his face from between her legs, extracting her fingers from his hair, and said, “You don’t give the orders. I give the orders. And just for that, you are done.”
Cassadee watched with her mouth agape as the doctor stood up, walked over to the sink, and washed his hands and face. Her imminent orgasm was quickly fading into mist, so she reached between her legs and touched herself, rubbing her clit. She could bring it back quickly.
Dr. Spitelli glanced over and said, “That is not appropriate behavior for a doctor’s office, Cassadee. Please get dressed and stop by the front desk to schedule your next appointment.” He exited the exam room and closed the door behind him.
“What the actual fuck???” Cassadee said out loud. She was so pissed. Not only hadn’t she wanted him to go down on her in the first place, but then he didn’t bother to finish, even having the nerve to tell her that touching herself was inappropriate behavior for a doctor’s office. Was he out of his fucking mind?
She pulled her feet out of the stirrups and crawled off the exam table, ripping off the gown and angrily pulling on her clothing. Who the hell did he think he was? She opened the door, walked down the short hallway, and stood fuming at the front desk as she waited for the lady to schedule her next appointment. Cassadee was given a reminder card which said she would come back in six months. Oh, hell no! He wasn’t going to do this to her and then make her wait six months. This was bullshit. She needed to find out where he lived. Sitting in her car, she texted one of her mentors, Lester Camden, who was a town cop.
Hey, Lester. Can you do me a favor?
She waited a couple minutes and got a reply.
What’s up?
Can you get me someone’s address?
This reply took another couple of minutes.
Why do you aksu escort need someone’s address?
Secret.
Sorry, Cass. Can’t do that.
Damn it! She looked at the time. It was 3:37pm. Most doctor’s offices usually closed by 4 or 5 in the afternoon. She parked on the outskirts of the parking lot, between a couple other cars, and watched the door.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, Dr. Spitelli walked out and got in a black Mercedes. He pulled out of the lot and turned left. Cassadee followed him at a distance, careful not to get too close. He led her to the west side of town and drove into a residential area of wealthy homes. He made one final turn into a driveway, waited for his garage door to go up and pulled into the garage. After the door closed, Cassadee passed the house. 1241 St. Thomas Drive. She knew he was single, so she would definitely be paying him an unexpected visit. Very soon.
*****
Andrew Spitelli got out of his car as the door lowered and looked out the garage window. He watched Cassadee drive past. While at the office, he had logged into the security camera at the front of the medical building and watched her park at the edge of the parking lot. Right before he was done for the day, he checked to see that she was still there. When he left the office, he had been careful not to lose her along the way, ensuring that she would find out where he lived. Now it was only a matter of time.
*****
That evening, Cassadee spent time at home with her family—in the nude, of course. They ate dinner and played a card game. It was nice to be together since she and Greg had fixed their issues. He kept glancing at her, his eyes flicking down to her breasts. She smiled at him and he smiled back. After they watched some television together, Greg went up to his room. Cassadee waited ten minutes and told her parents that she was going to bed because she didn’t feel well. She had had the intention of going to his room and having sex with him, but then she began having cramps. Her period was almost here. She reluctantly slipped into some panties, putting a thick maxi-pad inside. Lying in bed, she felt fairly miserable, between the cramps and the realization that her nude adventures would be on hold for a while.
*****
Thursday
The next morning, Cassadee woke with severe cramps. Her period had arrived full force. She took some pain relievers that were specifically designed for menstrual cramps and wore sweats all day. Her mother told her that sex was a natural way to relieve the pain of period cramps and urged her to keep that in mind. So, over the next week, she and Greg fucked like rabbits. At first, he had been unsure of having sex with her while she was bleeding, but after they did it once, he realized it was no big deal. Not only did it help with the pain, but she found herself to be unusually horny while on her period. And Greg was happy to help in any way he could. Overall, she had much more fun over the ensuing week than she usually had at that time of the month.
*****
The following Thursday
Cassadee, her period finished, walked out and stood on the front step, enjoying the warm sun. She was completely nude, other than her running shoes, and she stretched her body, preparing for her run. As she looked around, she saw that the street was pretty quiet. After working up her confidence, she began running down the driveway and turned right on the sidewalk. The sun was warm against her bare skin and if felt amazing. Pennsylvania summers were wonderful.
The probability of being seen in the nude during the next hour was high, and it both thrilled her and made her anxious. The anxiety was most likely due to the possibility that someone might object and confront her about it, or even get nasty. And maybe a little was because it was hard to break those societal norms once they had been ingrained in you because of your upbringing. She knew firsthand that taking your clothes off in front of strangers was nerve-wracking. You were exposing yourself physically and emotionally and opening yourself up to judgment, criticism, and disdain from closed-minded people.
But the rewards, she was finding out day by day, were wonderful. Being naked was freeing. It felt fantastic not to be constrained by clothing, which was beginning to feel heavy and cumbersome. And it was an emotional high when someone saw her naked and smiled, saying something nice about her body or telling her she was brave. It made her feel good. And she craved the attention. Maybe it was perverse, but she liked it when strangers saw her nude body. It was a turn-on.
While she was ruminating about her love of public nudity, a car turned onto the street, approaching her. She immediately felt that instinctual panic, her heart leaping into her throat, then reined in her nerves and collected herself, continuing her run. The car slowed and pulled antalya escort to a stop in front of her, idling at the curb. A nice-looking older gentleman stepped out and asked, “Are you all right, ma’am?” His hair was silver and he had a muscular build, as if he had spent most of his life working out. He was barrel-chested and his complexion was ruddy and deeply tan.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” she replied, smiling and waving at him.
“Is there a reason you are naked?” he asked.
Cassadee stopped running and stood, catching her breath. “I’m naked because I enjoy it,” she said. She shifted her weight to the other leg, jiggling her breasts without realizing it. “It’s legal here, in case you didn’t know.”
“I did not know that,” he replied. “Sorry. I guess I should have minded my own business.”
“That’s OK,” she replied with a smile. As he made a move to get back in his car, she asked, “Just out of curiosity, since I can’t read people’s thoughts—do you mind that I’m naked?”
The older gentleman thought for a moment and said, “I don’t believe that I do. I guess some people might, especially if they have young kids, but I don’t think I mind at all.”
Cassadee liked his answer. “That’s great,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. Plucking up her nerve, she walked over to him and stuck out her hand. “I’m Cassadee Ellison.”
“Lawrence Dalton,” he replied, shaking her hand and glancing briefly at her body. “You don’t mind people looking at you, huh?”
Cassadee shrugged her shoulders. “I like it. It gives me a thrill to know that strangers are seeing my naked body and are possibly getting turned on by it.” Her face reddened as she said the last.
Lawrence looked down again, taking in the entire front of her body and pausing at her breasts and smooth pussy. “Beautiful,” he said quietly.
“Would you like to see more of me?” she asked, biting her lip.
He looked into her eyes and asked, “Is that a trick question?”
Cassadee giggled and told him it wasn’t. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, watching him ogle her ass.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. “You are a sexy, little girl, aren’t you?”
She blushed and turned back to face him. “Umm…you aren’t a creeper, are you?”
“No!” he quickly said, putting up his hands as if to fend off an attack. “I don’t want any trouble.”
Cassadee thought for a second. “If you put your car keys on the roof, I’ll get inside and show you a little more…” She shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Lawrence thought briefly, then leaned in his car and shut the engine off. He pulled the keys out and set them on the roof.
Cassadee glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, but it appeared that the street was empty. She hurriedly got in the passenger’s side as he sat in the driver’s seat. For some reason she had a feeling that she could trust this guy. She turned to face him and threw her left leg up in the air, while turning her right leg out as far as she could, spreading herself. She reached down and pulled her labia apart, giving him an unobstructed view of her pink vaginal opening.
Lawrence studied her vulva as she spread it apart for him. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long, long time,” he said wistfully.
Cassadee noted a sadness in his tone. She pulled her legs back together and noticed his wedding ring. “You’re married?” she asked.
He looked at his hand and said, “I was at one time. My wife died a few years ago.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, leaning over to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. He was warm and smelled of whiskey, cigars, and expensive cologne.
“Thank you,” he responded, letting her go. “It’s not often that a pretty girl runs up to me with no clothes on and offers to show me more.”
Cassadee laughed as he smiled. “Where do you live,” she asked.
“I’m over on the next block.”
She thought for a moment. It was the way she was heading anyway, so she said, “I’ll ride over there with you, if you want.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think I’m a rapist or something.”
“I trust you,” she said, smiling.
He reached up on the roof and grabbed his keys, then turned the engine over and headed toward home. Cassadee looked out the window as he drove. He turned the corner and pulled into the driveway of a beautiful house that was probably twice the size of hers. He touched the button on the garage door opener and pulled into the 3-car garage. He hit the button again, and it closed them in. Cassadee swallowed nervously. She had thought he might have offered to let her out at the street or in the driveway.
“Would you like to see the house?” he asked. When he saw how nervous she looked, he quickly added, “You don’t have to. You can walk right outside through that door over there. I’m not trying to kidnap you or anything.”
“I guess I could take a look,” she said.
They got out antalya otele gelen escort of the car and he led her through a door into the house. It had a large, open floor plan with a kitchen, dining area and living area that all melded into each other. She complimented him, telling him how beautiful it was. There were large photographic prints on every wall. It looked as if the same model was used in every single picture. In some photos she was young, and in others, older. She had a Mediterranean look—dark hair, dark eyes, olive complexion—and a stunning body. Her breasts must have been at least D-cups, based on the fact that they were prominently displayed in most of the photos.
Lawrence took her upstairs. It had six bedrooms. One of the bedrooms was converted into a photography studio.
“You’re a photographer?” she asked.
“I used to be,” he said. He seemed sad again.
“Why don’t you do it anymore?” she pressed.
His shoulders slumped. “My wife was my muse. After she passed, my passion died.”
“Is your wife the model in all of the prints on the walls?”
He nodded but said nothing else.
“She was beautiful,” Cassadee said, wondering how she died, but not wishing to pry. Lawrence thanked her and continued the tour. She felt sorry for him as he led her back downstairs, taking her to the back of the house, which had huge French doors that opened onto a beautifully landscaped back yard with a pool. There were all kinds of rock formations and plants surrounding the pool. A man-made waterfall emptied into the shallow end. It looked like something at the Playboy mansion.
“Wow, this is incredible! I would be out here all the time if I lived here,” she said enviously.
After a brief hesitation, Lawrence said, “You are welcome to try it out if you’d like. It’s not like you need a swimsuit or anything.” He smiled and winked at her.
Cassadee smiled back. “Seriously? You wouldn’t mind?” He shook his head, so she slipped out of her running shoes, leaving them on the patio stones. She walked to the deep end of the pool and dove in. When she came up for air, she shouted, “This is amazing!” and threw her arms up above her head.
Lawrence laughed, taking a seat in a lounge chair so he could watch her play. As the minutes went by, he noticed how graceful her movements were and how beautiful she truly was. “Cassadee…” he said.
She pushed her wet hair out of her eyes and replied, “Yes?”
“Would you mind if I took some pictures of you?”
Cassadee froze. She was naked. And he wanted to take pictures of her. “Without clothes?”
“Yes. Only if you want to. But I’m looking at you and thinking how beautiful these pictures could be. We could make art together.”
It was her instinct to tell him no, but the way he said art made her hesitate. If the pictures turned out to be anything like those in the house, they would be amazing. “Who would see the pictures?” she asked nervously.
“For right now, only you and me. If, at a later date, we decided to do anything else with the pictures it would be with our mutual agreement. I promise you won’t find them on the internet or anything.”
Cassadee thought it over for a couple minutes. What would it hurt? The pictures would be here at his house, for his eyes only. And he had already seen her nude. Plus, it might make him feel better. She had a feeling he hadn’t been himself since his wife’s death. Maybe this was just what he needed. There was something about him that she liked, and if she could help him a little by doing this, then why wouldn’t she? “OK,” she agreed.
“Wonderful! I’ll be right back. Let me grab some equipment.” He ran into the house and was gone for five minutes, as Cassadee swam in his personal grotto. When he came back outside, he wore a camera around his neck by the strap and he was dressed only in swim trunks. In his arms he carried a reflector, a tripod, and numerous lenses. She swam to the near edge of the pool and watched him set up, her chin resting on her folded arms. His deeply tanned chest was covered with silver hair.
“Cassadee, go over and stand in the waterfall for me.”
She made her way over to the waterfall, expecting it to be cold, and realized it was just recycled pool water and as warm as the rest of the pool. She moved too far back, and the water plastered her hair to her face. Sputtering, she stepped forward and leaned her head back, letting the waterfall slick it back against her head.
“Cassadee, there’s a step right in front of the waterfall. I want you to stand on it.”
She found the step and stepped up, realizing that her body was out of the water to her mid-thighs. If he took a picture, it would not only show her breasts, but her pussy as well.
“OK, put your arms up like you are stretching just after you have woken up.”
She did and he snapped a couple photos.
“Beautiful. Now step just far enough into the waterfall that it looks like you are washing your hair in it.”
She stood with her eyes closed and her hands on the back of her head in the falling water. She heard more clicks of the camera. After he took some additional photos at the waterfall, he had her lie on the side of the pool, with one leg dangling in the water, and the other bent at the knee. This pose had the affect of spreading her legs slightly apart.
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