The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 08
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The Underground Sex Club.

One evening during our second week there, we were wandering around the town looking for places that Sara could be seen. She was wearing a see-through crop top and a too short skirt that Sara somehow manages to get it to fall off at very appropriate moments, when we came across a single, shabby door with red lights round it and a small sign saying that it was a club.

There was a big guy in a black suit and white shirt stood outside and as we got close he said,

“Sex club, the girl gets in for free but you’ll have to pay 50 Euros.”

If it had been before I’d met Sara and before I’d got aunt Beth’s inheritance I would have ignored the guy and kept walking, but I felt Sara grip my hand hard so I told the guy that we were interested and he led us in.

The little reception area was much better than the outside door, and after paying the 50 we were led into a much bigger room that was quite plush.

A girl wearing just a G-string and heels approached us and asked us if she could get us a drink. I put my hand in my pocket, pulled the 100 that I had left, showed it to the girl and said,

“This is all that we have.”

I was fearing that we were going to get ripped-off or mugged, but the girl sounded pleasant enough when she said,

“That’s okay, the beer is only 30 if madam is prepared to put on a show.”

“Tell us more,” Sara said, “what happens on the stage and what’s through all those doors?”

“Well, all the people that you can see are just here to watch and we charge double for the drinks. The stage is where couples, like yourselves, put on a show.”

“A sex show,” Sara asked. 

“Yes, fucking, oral, bondage, spanking, whatever they are in to.”

“Interesting.” I said as I squeezed Sara’s hand. “What’s through those doors?”

“One is a glory hole with cock size and backside holes. Another has just a bed but a one-way mirror so that voyeurs can watch people having sex. Come. We can have a quick look.”

On the bed was a girl spread eagle, her ankles tied to the corner of the bed. Four naked men wearing ski masks were on the bed with her, she was wanking one on either side of her, one was fucking her throat and the fourth was fucking her pussy. Sara told me that she could see that that one was wearing a condom.

“The last door on the left is a mini dungeon where guests can get tied-up, abused, humiliated, tortured, and a few more things as well. On the right is another big room with a selection of fucking machines, that is machines that fuck girls, and again there is a one-way mirror to the room next to it.”

Sara squeezed my hand again, this time hard.

“Does anything that I’ve told you interest you?”
 
“Hell yes.” Sara replied.

“Is it possible to have a quick look at the fucking machines?” I asked, “See if there’s anything my girl fancies?”

“Sure, follow me please. I’m Gina by the way.”

“Dylan and Sara.” Sara replied.

As we got close to the room, Gina stopped and said,

“There are 2 lucky girls in there at the moment, but we can have a quick look from the next room.”

We went in to a darkish room about the size of my parents living room and I could see lots of chairs spread around, 7 of them had men sat on them and I swear that at least 2 were wanking. We turned, looked through the huge mirror and saw a bigger room with about a dozen different machines. The one that took up the most floor space was a huge metal frame about the size of a bed and it was occupied by a naked girl with her wrists and ankles tied to the corners.

The best part was attached to the middle bottom and it was a motor that had an arm that had a huge dildo on the end, and it was fucking the girl who appeared to be quite happy.

The second girl was suspended by her spread wrists, from the ceiling. Her ankles were tied very wide apart. In between the girl’s legs was another machine that had a dildo going vertically up and down into the girl’s vagina. She too looked happy.

“I like that one.” Sara said.

“I thought that you would Sara,” I said, “but to start with Gina, could we just put a bit of a show on the stage, spanking then fucking, and maybe come back another night to get Sara on that machine that she likes.”

“Would it be asking too much to get that vertical machine out onto the stage so that everyone could see it fucking me.” Sara asked.

“I’m sure that that could be arranged, but let’s get your first performance over with first, you wouldn’t be the first girl to get on that stage then have a panic attack and run out.”

“I can’t see my Sara doing that, but fair enough.”

“Good,” Gina said, “I’ll tell the boss and you’ll probably be able to go on after the next couple, would you like any implements to use, maybe a cane or a tawse or a flogger?”

“We’ve got a flogger back at home.” Sara replied.

“I’ll get one organised, take a seat and I’ll get your beers sent over.”

Gina walked away and Sara and I sat at an empty table. As we watched the couple, about our age, fucking doggy style on the stage, Sara said,

“Wow, and to think that I nearly pulled you passed this place. I wonder if they pay the performers, not that I’m looking for any money, you spanking and fucking me on that stage in front of all these people is more than enough, are you going to be okay with performing on that stage? I’ve been selfish and only thought about myself, sorry.”
     
“That’s okay, I can do it, it’s not that different to fucking you on the bed back in our room with the neighbours watching. I’d happily fuck you in the middle of Wembley Stadium on cup final day if it would make you happy Sara.”

“When is cup final day?” Sara asked.

“April or May I think, never even watched it on the TV.”

We were both laughing a bit when another girl wearing just a G-string and heels appeared with 2 beers.

I’ll admit that I watched the girl’s bare butt as she walked away.


The couple fucking on the stage finished and to a round of applause they walked off, hand in hand.

Gina came over and told us that the boss had said that we were up next, and she led us over to the side of the stage which was only about 50 centimetres higher than the main floor.

“I thought that you might want a table for Sara to bend over. The flogger is on it.” Gina said.

“Err Gina,” I asked, would it be okay to invite 1 or 2 from the audience to spank Sara?”

“Of course, as many as you like, you can even get the audience to get a bit handsy if you want.” 

“Oh wow,” I replied, then I turned to Sara and asked,

“Ready?”

Sara squeezed my hand and we walked onto the stage.

There was a small round of applause and I wondered if the audience knew what was about to happen.

I led Sara to the front of the stage, stood behind her, and with her facing the audience, I reached round her and grabbed her tits. After massaging them for a few seconds I pulled my hands back reached under Sara’s hair and unfastened her top, letting it fall down at the front to her waist exposing her tits, piercings and the chain between them.

I unfastened the back tie of her top then threw it to the back of the stage.

Sara’s skirt had just one small piece of velcro fastening it and when I released it the whole skirt dropped to the floor leaving Sara naked apart from her shoes.

“Pick it up.” I said and Sara stepped to one side then, still facing the audience, she squat, spreading her knees wide, which would have left her clit basher dangling down for all to see.

Sara picked up her skirt and gave it to me, I threw it in the same direction as her top.

“Bend over the table.” I commanded.

Sara turned then bent over, spreading her feet wide apart as she did so.

Next I slid a finger inside her and finger fucked her a few times before picking up the bright red flogger. I smiled and wondered if I would get Sara’s butt the same colour.

Down came my hand and the flogger landed across both cheeks. Sara jerked and said,

“One thank you sir, please make the next one harder.”

I heard her, but I doubted that the audience would have.

I’d decided that between each stroke I would finger fuck her for a few thrusts, then flick her clit before landing the next swat, and that’s what I did.

Landing the second swat harder. I then fingered her and flicked her clit as Sara spoke the count, thanked me and asked for the next swat to be harder.

I repeated this 10 times before dropping my shorts then thrusting my hard cock into her dripping hole and thrust in and out. I don’t think that she was expecting that because she let out a loud gasp.

Again I only thrust into her a couple of times before pulling out and landing a second set of 10 swats, complete with fingering and flicking. 


That complete, I told Sara to get up, lay back on table, lift her legs up high and wide, then hold her feet with her hands. 

This fully exposed her spread pussy complete with her clit basher laying alongside her clit, her butt entrance and her red cheeks to everyone.

For a couple of seconds I just stood beside, admired the spectacular sight, and had dreams of what I was going to do to what I was looking at when we got back to the hotel.

Shaking my head to bring me back to reality, I turned to face the audience and said,

“Who would like to come up here and give this amazing backside a couple of swats?”

I was amazed that only 3 hands went up in the air and wondered what was wrong with the rest of the guys there. I invited the 3 up onto the stage and told the 3 that Sara’s butt was theirs for 3 minutes each, but I didn’t give them the flogger.

The first guy did what I had done, except the swats were with his hand, and he used 2 fingers to finger fuck her. He repeated that cycle over and over until I told him to stop, which was probably more than the 3 minutes.

When he stopped, he thanked me and told me that Sara has a beautiful butt.

“Don’t I know it.” I said before inviting the second guy to do the same.

When he had finished, I looked at Sara’s butt and thought that it looked redder than I had ever seen before. I put my hand on it and it felt quite hot. I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy before flicking her clit a couple of times. Sara immediately said,

“Of fuck, I’m cuuuuummmming.”

As an orgasm exploded out of her.

Wanting to try to keep it going, I quickly invited the third guy to do the same as the first two. He did, and I was sure that Sara’s orgasm was a long one and I wondered if the bolts of electricity that she said an orgasm was like, were going back and forward from her nipples to her clit, over and over. Her clit certainly looked like it was moving around on its own.

The third guy’s swats over, I thanked the 3 guys and announced that there was only one more part to the show and I told Sara to get off the table, bend over it again, and I fucked her until I emptied my balls deep inside her.
  
Balls emptied, I put my shorts back on, told Sara to get up, and we walked off the stage only to be met by Gina who gave us shot to drink before leading us to the bar.

“I didn’t think that you’d want to sit down Sara,” Gina said. “That was a good performance guys, I liked the finger fucking between each swat, a nice touch, and I like the jewellery Sara.”

“Thanks.” We both replied, then Sara said,

“About that fucking machine, the one where the girl was stood and the dildo was going in and out of her vertically would it be possible to move it out onto the stage so that the whole audience can watch me getting fucked by it?”

Just then, one of the girls wearing only a thong and heels appeared holding Sara’s top and skirt. I took them off her, thanked her then turned back to Gina.

“Still want to do that Sara?” Gina asked.

“Hell yes.” Sara replied, “but not tonight, I’m a bit knackered, I’d probably pass out and miss the pleasure of watching the audience watching me.”

“You’ve got an amazing girl here Dylan. I’ve had a word with the boss, and yes, it’s possible. He says that it will only take 10 minutes to set up because we can use some an existing metal ring in the roof for the rope; when would you like to perform?”

I looked at Sara, who looked at me, smiled and she replied,

“Tomorrow.”

“Excellent.” Gina replied.

Gina waved to the barman and told him that any drinks that we wanted were on the house, then we fixed up a time for the show the next evening.

After Gina had left us, and the barman had brought us some beers, I sat on a stool and Sara leant back against me.

“Not getting dressed?” I asked.

“Not yet, lets see what that couple on the stage are going to do.”

We watched as the girl stripped, got ankle and wrist cuffs put on her then got hauled up to about a metre off the stage, face down. with her arms and legs spread wide and her pussy facing the audience.

Just the same as everyone else in the room, I stared at her hanging tits which were much bigger than Sara’s.

A guy came onto the stage carrying a magic wand and taped it to one thigh so that business end was touching her pussy. The girl gasped when he switched the wand on, then the guy got a whip, a proper whip and started whipping the girl’s back.

“Oh my gawd,” Sara said, “please don’t ever whip me like that.”

“Don’t worry Sara, that girl must be a pain junky, I could never inflict that level of pain on you.”

Sara turned, kissed me, thanked me, then stepped back saying, let’s go.

“Aren’t you going to put these on?” I asked as I picked up her top and skirt, but Sara kept walking.

“Guess not.” I said to no one, and followed her out.

We actually walked back to the hotel with me carrying Sara’s clothes and her trying to describe to me what it felt like to go through her performance. I could sort of get it, but I’ll never understand the sensations that girls feel. I wish that I could, but I’m only a man.

After me rubbing lots of moisturiser cream on Sara’s butt we had one hell of a lovemaking session before going to sleep with us still coupled together.

*****

The following day we went to the beach again, and had another excellent day showing Sara’s body and having a couple of fucks in the sea. Sara preferred it in the sea that day because her butt was still red and a bit painful.

As usual, everyone kept themselves to themselves and no one said anything about Sara’s red butt. Nor did anyone back at the hotel when we went to the pool to enjoy the sun going down.

*****

That evening Sara had to decide what to wear for her show at the sex club. After a bit of a discussion, she decided on a too short skirt and a see-through halter top. Underneath she only wore her nipple barbells with the chain between them and just the barbell through her clit hood. Sara decided against the clit basher as she didn’t want any part of her pussy to be hidden. 

After a meal in one of our favourite cafes, we got to the club well over an hour before the arranged time and the bouncer welcomed us saying that I didn’t have to pay.

“I should think not.” I thought, but didn’t say.

As we entered the main part of the club I looked around and saw around 50 or 60, mainly men, sat watching the performance on the stage.

Gina walked up to us as soon as she saw us and said that we were early.

“I thought that we’d just watch until you are ready for me.” Sara replied.

“Gina,” I asked, “would it be okay if I videoed Sara’s performance?”

“Sure, but don’t go videoing any of the audience. I can get a tripod for you to use if you want, and I’ll make sure that Sara has some spotlights on her.”

“Perfect, thanks Gina.” I replied then led Sara to the bar where the barman refused my money.”

“I guess that free drinks are in lieu of paying me for my performance.” Sara said.

“I’m pretty sure that Gina knows that your doing it just to satisfy you exhibitionist needs.” I replied.

Sara just smiled, squeezed my hand and asked me if I was going to send the video to all our cousins.

“Yep, and some of our friends, they’ll love it. I might even get some still prints to hang up in our house.”

Sara squeezed my hand again and we went and found a vacant table, Sara gingerly sitting down. Once sat down I said,

“There’s 2 sides to doing this Sara, firstly there’s being naked and getting fucked by the machine in front of an audience; I know that you’ll love that, but there’s your health as well, are you sure that your pussy can take the dildo pounding into you so many times. Obviously I don’t have a vagina so I don’t know how how much one can take.”

“Dylan, it’s so sweet that you’re thinking about my pussy, but I’m sure that it will be okay.”

“Tell you what,” I replied, “because I will be down here and not able to hear you shouting our safe word, so we need something visual. Bend your middle 2 fingers over, hold them down with your thumb, and keep your little finger and index finger straight. I’ll be able to see that and come running.”

Sara did that with both hands as she said,

“Okay, but I’m sure that I won’t need to do that.”

“Yeah, if you say that your pussy can take it, I believe you, but please, just for me, remember that with your hands just in case.”

Sara leant over, kissed me and told me that she loved me. 
 

We watched the naked couple doing their thing on the stage until the girl obviously had an orgasm, then when they left, a couple of male stage hands? went onto the stage and started fastening ropes to various places then carried on what must have been the machine that was going to fuck Sara into oblivion.

I don’t know exactly what Sara was feeling but I was certainly feeling apprehensive and slightly worried for her. Then I heard Gina say,

“Sara, Dylan, it’s time.”

I suspect that I was more nervous than Sara as we walked to the stage where Gina told Sara to go onto the stage and follow the instructions given to her by the 2 guys. Gina then took me to the floor just in front of the centre of the stage where someone had placed a tripod.

“Set your phone up on that and start recording whenever you want Dylan. Then move out of the way so that the customers view isn’t restricted.”

“Okay.” I replied, but Gina must have seen that I was nervous.

“Don’t worry Dylan, Sara will be fine, she will love every second.”

It was then that I remembered the fingers action if Sara was in any distress, so I told Gina what Sara and I had agreed.

“Okay Dylan, I’ll keep an eye open for that.”

I setup my phone camera and started it recording as I wanted the video to show everything that was happening to Sara, then I moved back to the table and sat and watched.


By the time I had got back to my seat, Sara was stood quite closed to the middle front of the stage, right in front of the ‘fucking’ machine, and the 2 guys had attached cuffs to Sara’s wrists and ankles.

Then one guy unfastened Sara’s top and removed it, whilst the other guy unfastened her skirt letting it drop to the floor. He got on his knees and lifted each of Sara’s feet in turn, removing her shoes and moving her skirt out of the way. Sara was now totally naked apart from the 4 cuffs and her jewellery.

One guy then went and lowered a rope from the ceiling and I saw that attached to the end was a metal bar going on for 2 metres long, with a ring and a carabiner attached to each end.

The metal bar stopped above Sara’s head and the guy clipped the carabiners to Sara’s wrist cuffs.

Meanwhile, the other guy was attaching ropes to Sara’s ankle cuffs and tying them to rings that came out of the floor to either side of Sara. These rings were quite a distance from Sara and the guy fastened them so that Sara’s legs were stretched quite far apart. This guy then tied a rope between Sara’s ankles so that she couldn’t spread her feet any further. There was no way that her feet were going to move.

Once Sara’s feet were firmly fixed in place, the guy that had attached her wrists to the overhead rope, pulled the rope so that Sara’s arms went up, leaving her spread eagle, but standing up.

Next was the ball gag. Fortunately, the one they used had holes in it so I wasn’t worried about Sara suffocating.
 
Finally, the 2 guys moved the ‘fucking’ machine forward so that the dildo lined up with Sara’s vagina. The dildo was pushed up inside Sara until just that base was outside, then the length of the metal arm was adjusted so that it was at the top of its rotation.

I looked up to Sara’s face and saw a mixture of expressions, anticipation, delight, sexual pleasure, and a little fear. I couldn’t tell from where I was, but I was sure that Sara would be leaking like a tap. What I could see was Sara’s clit, looking as big and swollen as ever.


The 2 guys stood up, left the stage and someone switched the machine on.

There was total silence in the room as I heard Sara gasp then moan as the dildo slowly withdrew then disappeared inside Sara.

Up and down, in and out the dildo slowly went, me being sure that whoever was controlling it was letting Sara get used to the repeated penetration.

Then the speed increased slowly and Sara started making grunting sounds as if she was in pain. I started to get a little worried but the grunts turned to moans and I just knew that she was enjoying herself. I sighed as I saw all the fear on Sara’s face had been replaced with total pleasure.

Faster and faster the machine fucked Sara and the noises that she was making were the same as when I really fuck her hard.

Then she let out a muffled scream and I could see her body shaking just a little bit. I knew that she was having her first machine induced orgasm. This kept going until I saw that the machine slow down and I saw her chest rise as she took some deep breaths.

Then the machine sped up again and Sara started moaning again.

I looked around to see if I could see anyone controlling the machine but I couldn’t see any likely candidates.

I looked at Sara’s hands and was happy when I saw that her hands were in fists. I looked at her face and saw the signs of another building orgasm.

This time when she went over the edge, Sara screamed, I could tell that but I doubted that anyone in the silent audience knew that it was a proper scream.


That cycle went on for what was probably / possibly 20 minutes with Sara cumming 4 times, that I detected, before the dildo stopped going up and down. I wasn’t sure about the time because I was way too busy enjoying the show whilst looking for any signs that Sara was in some distress.

Gina went onto the stage with a drink in her hand. She pulled Sara’s ball gag out and let Sara drink. When the glass was empty Gina asked Sara if she wanted the machine to start again.

“Don’t you dare stop now.” Sara said.

Gina replaced the ball gag and the dildo withdrew then started the machine fucking Sara again.


After the third cycle I realised that Sara was looking tired, and that her whole body was covered in sweat;  but she still asked Gina to start the machine again. 

This time, though, in amongst all the moans, I noticed that Sara’s head kept falling forwards, even when her body was shaking, telling me that she was cumming again.

When that cycle ended and Gina asked Sara if she wanted more, Sara just said,

“More.”

It was a good couple of minutes of the machine fucking Sara before I heard any moaning and I could tell that Sara was tired. Even her head was spending more time hanging forwards and by the time Sara was given a break again I had decided that enough was enough.

When I walked over to Gina she said,

“That’s it, I’m not even sure that she’s conscious.”

Gina waved for the 2 guys to come and release Sara and I went onto the stage and stood behind Sara with my arms round her waist. As soon as I made physical contact with Sara, her head went upright and she said,

“More.”

“No Sara,” I replied, “you’ve had enough.”

“Please Dylan, I want more.”

 “No Sara,” I replied as her arms were lowered, the bar nearly hitting my head.


When Sara was free of all restraints, Gina asked the audience for a round of applause for Sara and she got it, and it was loud.

Sara made a half hearted attempt at a curtsey before I supported her as we walked off the stage and to the table.

One of the G-string and heels girls was there taking shots and beers off her tray onto the table and as I sat Sara, the girl said,

“You are you okay Sara, you are so brave.”

Sara smiled and replied,

“That was fucking awesome.”

Then Sara downed one of the shots then shook her head and said,

“Bloody hell Dylan, that was so amazing, thank you so much for letting me do that. Can I do it again?”

Then wasn’t the time to talk about me ‘letting’ her do something so I let it ride and slide one of the beers over to her.

As Sara was emptying the beer down her throat, Gina appeared carrying Sara’s clothes and my phone.

“Are you okay Sara?” Gina asked.

“Yeah,” Sara replied, “did the audience like it?”

“Yes they did Sara, so much so that they’ve had a collection for you.”

Gina put an envelope in front of Sara. It was so full that it wouldn’t close and I could see that I was stuffed with currency notes.

“I didn’t do it for the money Gina, I did it because I wanted to.”

“I know Sara, but take the money, if you don’t the boss will get it and I’d rather you had it.”

I put my hand out and took the envelope saying,

“I’ll see that she gets it when she’s fully recovered and thinking straight Gina.”

“Good,” Gina replied, “stay there for as long as you want, and if you want any more drinks just flag down one of the girls. Also, if you want a taxi to take you back to your hotel just let one of the girls know. Oh, and if you want to come back for more of that, or anything else, you are so welcome.”

I saw Sara’s eyes light up so I just thanked Gina and put my arm round Sara.
 
As Gina walked away I asked Sara how she really was.

“Knackered.”

“How does your pussy feel?”

“Used but okay at the moment but I’ve no idea what it will feel like in the morning.”

“I think that we should get you back to the hotel, get you showered then into bed.”

“Yeah, that sounds good, but sorry Dylan, no sex tonight.”

“I know, apart from when we were at your parents, this will be the first night that we won’t have had any sex since we got together.”

“I know, I‘m sorry Dylan. Hey, I could give you a blowjob.”

“No Sara, not tonight, and don’t be sorry Sara, you’ve had an amazing experience and going without for one night is a small price to pay, I can wait until you’re pussy is back to normal.”

“I love you Dylan.”

“I know, have some more to drink and let me know when you are ready to try to walk.
Sara, why didn’t you give me the hand sign to let me know that you wanted it to stop?”

“Because I didn’t want it to stop, I was enjoying every second of it even if it was draining me.”

“You could have blacked out.”

“I’m not so sure that I didn’t, but that wasn’t a problem, after all, you’ve fucked me when I’m asleep.”

“That was to wake you up. Sara, please, if you ever do anything like that again, please be careful. I don’t want to lose you. Besides, I don’t want to have to tell an inquest that you were fucked to death.”

“I love you Dylan, can you help me get to my feet. I want to get dressed and see if I can walk.”

I did, Sara did, and she could, just, albeit a bit bow-legged and slowly.


When we got to the club entrance the bouncer asked Sara if she was okay. Then he used his mobile to call a taxi for us. We didn’t have to wait long and while we waited the bounce told Sara that he’d really enjoyed her performance and that she’d lasted longer than any other girl on that machine.


Back at the hotel, I stripped Sara, and myself, and helped her shower. She kept grabbing my hard cock and half-heartedly wanking me, but I kept moving until I’d got her free of sweat, then I dried her and helped her to the bed.

Sara rolled half onto me then immediately went to sleep.

*****

I’d been sitting out on the balcony enjoying the fresh morning air as the sun rose for around an hour before hearing Sara groan as she sat up.

“Sorry about last night.” Were Sarah first words when she saw me.
 
“You have absolutely nothing to apologise for Sara. How are you feeling, how is you pussy feeling?”

“Let me get to my feet and move around, then I’ll answer those questions.”

I helped Sara to get to her feet then watched as she slowly took some short steps to the balcony.

“So?”

“Not too bad actually. I’m still tired and it hurts a little to walk but I’m sure that will wear off quickly.”

“What about your pussy Sara?”

“Eager to get inside there again are you Dylan?”

“Of course.”

“Well it’s sore, it feels like I’ve been fucked by a thousand cocks.”

“Well that machine must have thrust that dildo into you well over a thousand times. I’m surprised that your vagina isn’t still gaping open.”

“How do you know that it isn’t?”

“I checked you out when I woke up this morning.”

“Did you fuck me whilst I was still asleep?”

“No, not today, but you were still a bit swollen and a bit redder than usual.”

“Hardly surprising, do you often check out my pussy while I’m asleep Dylan?”

“Not in such detail, I usually just fuck you every couple of hours during the night.”

“Seriously?”

“No, just joking,”

“You do remember that I told you that you can do whatever you like to my body whenever you want, and that includes when I’m asleep, don’t you Dylan?”

“I do, but I prefer to fuck you when you are awake. So how sore are you?”

“Sore enough to not want to walk too far today, and to beg you to not fuck me for a couple of hours, but either of those things could change at any minute.”

“Okay, I can live with that, but you may have to give me a BJ in the shower, come on, I’ll help you shower Sara.”


I did help Sara shower, and she couldn’t resist the urge to get down on her knees and give me a BJ while the warm water cascaded down on us.


We stayed by the pool that day, being very lazy, but by mid afternoon Sara was getting restless and she wanted to go for a walk.

Up in our room, Sara swapped her flip-flops for her sandals and put on just one of her very short skirts.

“Isn’t that skirt one of the ones that falls off on it’s own?” I asked.

“You mean like this?”

This time I saw what caused the skirt to magically fall to the floor the previous times that it had happened. I saw Sara’s stomach bulge out a little, obviously stretching the little velcro fastener just enough for it to come undone.

“Ow,” Sara said as the skirt started to fall. “That still hurts a bit.”

“So no, none accidental wardrobe malfunctions whilst were out today?”

“Maybe.”

I watched as Sara put on her totally see-through gypsy style top that’s cropped just below her tits then pick up her selfie stick and phone.

“More videos?” I asked.

“Probably, I’m happy that you brought loads of phone memory cards.”

“So am I, there’s going to be dozens of big videos to send to our cousins and friends.”

“Yes, and we’ll make at least 3 new first year students happy when we move into that house, I can’t wait. Well yes I can, I’d far rather stay here with you for the rest of my life.”

“Me too.”


At a slower pace than usual, we set off to wander around the resort and the further we walked, the more relaxed Sara looked.

We stopped at a cafe for an ice cream and a drink, and Sara told me that her legs were just about back to normal.

“Do that thing with your stomach and see if your skirt comes undone.” I said.

She did, and it did, although the skirt didn’t move far because she was still sat in the cafe.

“That didn’t hurt either.” Sara said as she put the 2 little pieces of velcro back together.

“So, I’ve got some wardrobe malfunctions to look forward to have I?”

“Probably.” Sara replied, “we’ll see what opportunities arise.”


I didn’t have to wait long, three young men walking towards us got a pleasant surprise when Sara’s skirt ‘accidentally’ fell off right in front of them. Sara was making a selfie video at the time so it wasn’t possible for her to quickly squat to pull it up, nor fasten it.

The 3 guys stopped and watched Sara struggle, just like I was doing.

After at least a minute, I took the selfies stick from Sara so that she could put the skirt back on, and to a few complimentary comments, the 3 guys walked on.

That wasn’t Sara’s only deliberate exposure in public that day, we slowly wandered into the residential area of the town and came across an open area that had trees and grass and seats, a sort of mini park.

We sat on one of the seats, well I sat and Sara lay along the seat with he head on my lap. The seat wasn’t that wide so Sara had to have one foot on the ground, effectively giving anyone walking towards us a great view of her pussy, her very short skirt stopping at her pubis.

We stayed there talking and watching the world go by, me also watching the faces of the people walking towards us through my sunglasses. There was one guy who stopped and really stared at Sara who wasn’t looking at him.

I said the code word to let Sara know that someone was looking at her and her response was to scratch an imaginary itch on her clit without looking at the guy. I could see what Sara was doing in my peripheral vision and I fought to keep a straight face as the man’s eyes went wide open.  

About a minute later the man shook his head and walked on.

“Enjoy that did you Sara?” I asked.

“I did, can we go back to the hotel, I want to see if my pussy has recovered enough for you to fuck me.”

I wasn’t going to argue and we got up and walked, a little faster, back to the hotel where we discovered that Sara’s pussy had recovered enough for me to slowly fuck her without causing her any real pain.

*****


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