The caption that went along with her pictures read: I am a slutty pierced MILF who likes to show off sometimes. Her location was USA and her age group was twenty-two to thirty.
There were five pictures of her. The first picture was of her standing in the shower, fully dressed, and taking her own picture with her phone in the mirror. That was when she got her full height in the picture. In the second picture she was wearing a lavender bra, pink panties, and facing the mirror. She had big breasts with nice cleavage, her hips flared out, and her panties hugged her full pussy. In the third pictures she was wearing a yellow bra with black panties and she was turning her ass toward the mirror that she was taking the picture in. In the forth picture she was in just a small pair if black panties with her shoulder length black hair, her bares breasts, and a small tattoo on the front of her left hip. The last picture was a close up of her breasts showing her pierced nipples with rings in them.
I knew her. I had gone to school with her years ago. I was pretty sure that she was about thirty-six which was my age. I wasn’t sure of her married name but she was Julie Brown when she was in high school with me. She had gained some weight but she still looked good.
I called my sister to see if she remembered Julie Brown. She knew Julie’s sister Tammy. Through Tammy and through my sister I found out that Julie lived about thirty miles away from me, was divorced, and that her last name was now Roberts. Julie had two boys that were out of high school and into college. Julie worked in a local factory there.
I waited for her to post some more pictures of herself.
The following week she posted five more. The first one was of her in a tan top and green panties from behind. Then she was nude with one leg up on the counter. There was a close up of her clit piercing then the same picture with two fingers in her pussy. In the last picture her hand was next to her pussy keeping it open a little.
I immediately replied to her post. I said, “Your sister Tammy said that you were divorced.” Then I tagged my comment for any reply.
In less than an hour she replied, “Who is this?”
I sent her my phone number without the area code. In a few minutes she called me. Then we talked for another hour. Julie was eager to meet up with me. In fact it was her idea to come to my house that weekend for a sleepover. She agreed that she needed a better set of pictures to post and that I could take them. I was positive that our sleepover would involve sex.
An hour after she hung up I got an e-mail from her with pictures that she had not posted. She had pasted a card to her mirror and took a few more pictures for me. The card said, “For your eyes only.”
In those pictures she was fingering herself, giving herself a douche, and peeing in her shower. The next few were of her lying on her bed with a big dildo stuck in her pussy, of a butt plug stuck in her ass, and of her sucking her own nipple.
Along with the pictures was a note saying, “I, Julie Roberts, do here by agree to let you do anything sexually to me that you want from Friday at six o’clock until Sunday at six o’clock. I will be you sex kitten, your fuck buddy, and your love slave for forty-eight hours.” It was signed and dated.
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I was waiting patiently for her to arrive that Friday. Six o’clock came and went. No phone call. Seven o’clock came and went. No phone call. At seven-thirty Julie pulled into my driveway and parked her car. It kept running after she had turned it off and got out. I went out onto my porch. She kicked at her front fender, she beat on her hood, and she swore at it. A while later it choked itself and let out a big bang.
I laughed as I went to her to see if she needed any help with her luggage. She opened the trunk and I took out two big suitcases. She told me that she didn’t know what to bring so she had covered all the basses.
As far as I was concerned she could stay naked all weekend.
Inside the house she said, “I’m awfully sorry that I’m late. The fucking car gave me trouble. I’ll stay until nine on Sunday to make it up to you and you can punish me for being late.”
I simply repeated, “Punish you.”
Julie smiled and said, “Yes! You know! Spank my bare ass, twist my nipples, make me drink your piss…you know…punish me for being late.”
I laughed and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll punish you.”
Then I was obligated to come up with a punishment that she would accept. Obviously spanking, twisting her nipples, and making her drink piss wouldn’t do it. I had to be more creative.
I told her to get out her shortest skirt and her most revealing top. Then I had her put them on for me. She did but she also held up an extremely short dress with a scoop neckline. Now that I liked! I had her put that on instead. I wanted her braless too. Then I wanted her pantyless.
I sat down in a chair and I could see the gap right under her pussy from that height. I had her walk away and toward me, then I had her pick up a quarter off the floor. Now that was a sight to behold. Her shaved pussy was so moist that her lips parted but I could not see her clit piercing from that direction. Oh well!
I had her get in my car and I drove across town to a bar. It was amateur night. They had a stripper contest. The winner gets two hundred dollars. I had her sign up. I also sent her up to get us drinks twice before the contest started. I made her drink all four before telling her that I wanted to see her naked up on that stage, that I wanted to see her squat down, open her pussy, and show everyone in the bar her pussy piercing. I told her that I didn’t care if she won or not but I wanted her to let several of the guys along the stage feel her up.
The contest began, seven girls were called up on the stage, and Julie was one of them. Four other girls went first. They were younger and they were prettier but they wouldn’t take their panties off. Then it was Julie’s turn and she didn’t have any panties on to take off. In fact after her dress came off she was stark naked up on that stage. She got right up to the edge, squatted down, and let everyone finger her pussy, pinch her nipples, and squeeze her breasts. There were two more girls to go but they left the stage with their clothes still on.
They went through the motions, but everyone knew that Julie had won. She got the two hundred dollars and carried her dress back to me. Along the way she stopped to let strangers feel her up.
One of the girls that had walked off the stage said, “You cheated. Sluts like you give nice girls like me a bad time.”
Julie replied, “What was a nice girl like you doing up on that stage in the first place?”
Before she could answer the owned told Julie to get dressed or he would have to ask her to leave. So she took my hand and carried her dress to the door. She got a lot of cheers as she stepped through the door and out onto the street before she pulled her dress down over her head.
Miss Goody Two Shoes came out and said, “I needed the money. My rent is due or I’ll be thrown out.”
Julie said, “If you come home with me and my husband here he’ll give you two hundred dollars.”
The girl asked, “What do I have to do?”
Julie said, “Whatever you are willing to do to get that much money.”
The girl looked down at the sidewalk and said softly, “I was going to let a complete stranger fuck me.”
Julie said, “There you are. Met a stranger, my husband.”
The girl got in my car, in the backseat with Julie, and they cuddled the whole way home. Julie knew where my bedroom and the bathroom were from earlier so she took the girl in there. She motioned for me to get my camera. I took pictures of Julie undressing the girl, then undressing herself, and then of her making love to the girl. It was sweet and the girl really got into it too. Finally after about an hour Julie said, “It’s your turn” then she took the camera.
It had been years since I had fucked a twenty-one-year-old. She had a few drinks, she almost stripped on stage, and Julie had her sexually excited. I just kissed her, sucked on her nipples, and slipped my cock into her wet hole. She moaned and groaned, she moved and thrashed, and she had a very good orgasm. Then she fell asleep in my bed.
Julie asked, “Can we keep her?”
I laughed but I too wanted to keep her. Karen was in her senior year of college. She was a really nice girl and she was almost a Registered Nurse. She was not sexually active and going to that bar was probably the most dangerous thing that she had ever done.
Julie kept moving Karen around and taking more nude pictures of her. She wanted to be in a lot of the pictures too. So did I.
In the morning Karen woke Julie up and asked where her clothes were. Julie had hidden them so that Karen could not slip out on us.
Julie told Karen that she had to let me fuck her one more time before she got paid and got her clothes back. Karen went white as a ghost and asked, “Did I promise him sex in exchange for money? Did I let you think that I was a prostitute? I’m a good girl. Really I am.”
Julie said, “I believe you. No, we did not think that you were a prostitute. We were going to give you the money but we also wanted to see you naked. The sex just happened, first with me, and then with my husband. I know that he would like to have sex with you when you are sober though.”
That was when I opened my eyes and rolled over forcing my morning erection into the crack of Karen’s ass. She jumped but then she giggled as she lift up one leg, letting me slip my cock into her pussy. She liked the spoon position and settled in for a nice long ride. Julie kissed Karen and let Karen suck on her nipples. I felt Julie feeling around Karen’s pussy, then I felt Karen getting active and excited. Damn, if Julie wasn’t masturbating Karen as I fucked her. We got that girl so excited that she actually peed the bed. She had lost all control. She cried and she kept apologizing but Julie kept telling her that it was okay. It really was okay. They didn’t know it but I had a plastic cover on my mattress.
After a shower and a nice breakfast Julie gave Karen the two hundred dollars that she had won and we took her home. She had a small apartment just off campus and invited us in to meet her roommates. Her two roommates were two of the girls from the contest the night before. The three of them had agreed to enter the contest and who ever won would pay the landlord. Karen handed over the money. One of the girls asked, “Who did you have to sleep with?” Karen said, “Just Julie. He took some pictures but he didn’t fuck me. I’m still a virgin.” The girl said, “You better be. Remember we are all good girls.”
In the car Julie said, “Karen was a virgin! Holy shit! Who would have known?”
That afternoon we changed the wet sheets and found a trace of blood, right were Karen’s ass would have been when I first penetrated her.
Julie and I made love, we had sex, and I took lots of nude pictures. I did spank her and I did twist her nipples but that was for pleasure not as punishment.
Julie came down almost every weekend and Karen joined us once a month…whenever she needed rent money.
Julie and I got married. Karen graduated and moved away but not before introducing us to her younger sister. Lucy moved in with us and attended college.
On the first day of school I found a note on our kitchen table that read, “I, Lucy Hunt, do here by agree to let you do anything sexually to me that you want from Friday at six o’clock until Sunday at six o’clock once a month. I will be you sex kitten, your fuck buddy, and your love slave for forty-eight hours.” It was signed and dated.