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Love Thy Neighbour 2: Shopping With Alison free porn video
"So, when you came to the door the other night, naked apart from that short robe, that is how you are every night at home?"
The question was asked of me in a voice somewhat louder than I would have liked, as was proved by the sound behind me, of somebody choking on their coffee.
"Alison," I hissed, "We are in Starbucks, not my kitchen. Can we please not announce to the whole town what I wear or don't wear in the house at night?" I looked round to see the man at the table behind us recovering from his shock at Alison's words.
Alison looked slightly abashed. She is my next-door neighbour. About five foot seven, ten years younger than me, with medium length, dark brown hair and a curvaceous figure to make any man and most women drool.
We were enjoying a day in town and had stopped for coffee, both of us in short summer dresses and Alison looking stunning with her 38C boobs so spectacularly on display. Only being 34B myself, the sight of her bountiful boobs made me feel rather inadequate, not to mention horny. Not that she had complained when she had enjoyed playing with mine the other night.
"To answer your question, yes, most days I strip off as soon as I get home from work," I told her, "I keep the robe handy in case anyone knocks at the door or calls unexpectedly."
Alison sipped her coffee, thoughtfully.
"I have to admit that I was surprised when I found you were naked under that robe," she confessed, "I had always thought you were so prim and proper. When I felt naked flesh I was like, 'Thank you, God', and wondering how much I could get away with."
"Well, you found that out quickly enough, didn't you?" I asked.
Alison laughed, "I suppose I did, even though I had no idea you were bi."
We finished our drinks, and wandered out into the shopping area, Ali linking arms with me.
"I need to go to that new shop, 'Ex-posed'," she told me. "A friend of mine is manager there, and she has promised me staff discount for anything I buy."
She looked sideways at me, a wicked grin on those sexy lips.
"My furry handcuffs are broken, can't get them to lock, and I have a feeling I might need them in the near future," she smiled.
Her hand slipped down to caress my bum and I slapped it away.
"Behave," I told her, "we are two quiet, respectable, middle-aged housewives, remember?"
She laughed out loud at that.
"Sweet, sexy, Marie," she said, "I am a very randy and greedy Domme, and you are my insatiable come-slut who screams so nicely for me when she comes."
"I know that," I told her, "and you know that. I would prefer though, that the rest of the town didn't know it."
She stopped, turning to face me. Before I knew what she was going to do, she had wrapped arms around me and kissed me deeply. I gasped in surprise before responding and noticed that all who walked past us seemed to be smiling at the sight.
"Now, come on," she ordered, "let's get to that shop. I want to see what other toys they have that I can use on you."
The shop was very stylish as most modern sex shops are now. No more skulking in tatty little back streets, catering for men in shabby raincoats. Now, sex shops were in high streets and shopping malls, their high-class wares on display openly. We entered into a quiet, well appointed shop floor, with cabinets and display cases around the walls, clothing hung on racks.
The woman who greeted Ali like an old friend was tall and slim, rich, dark skin with gorgeous jet-black hair reaching down her back, dressed in a dark blue jacket and skirt, with semi-transparent pale-blue blouse showing her obvious charms to wonderful effect.
"Marie," Ali called, "This is Janet, an old friend, she is manageress of this sordid den of iniquity."
"Less of the 'old' , if you don't mind," the woman replied, "And it is not a den of iniquity. We sell select, high-quality toys and accessories to a discerning clientele, I would have you know."
She laughed wickedly, "Hi, Marie, good to meet you," she said, embracing me. "I would like to say I have heard all about you, but this sneaky cow has never even mentioned you. Where did she find you, darling?"
Ali came over to us, putting an arm around my waist, as if to emphasise her ownership of me.
"Marie is my next-door-neighbour," she announced, "and we only recently became acquainted, so to speak."
Janet looked at me, questioningly. I nodded.
"You lucky bitch," Janet said accusingly, "you just happen to find a sexy milf on your doorstep, literally. I give up. Nobody should be that lucky."
Ali laughed. "What we came in for, sexy darling, was a pair of handcuffs, fur lined if possible," she told Janet. "Mine are knackered and I am hoping to need some in the not-too-distant future"
Janet looked at me appraisingly. "Really?" she smiled, "Lucky you. They are over here."
We went to the display case where several different styles of cuffs were tastefully resting on maroon velvet cushions. All kinds from plain metal to rigid-bar double cuffs for wrists and ankles together. Ali picked out a pair of pink, furry cuffs, very sexy-looking but lined with solid steel. Then she picked up a strange contraption of two sets of double cuffs connected by a short steel chain.
"Wrist and ankle cuffs," she explained, "they lock your wrist and ankles together so you are bent double, very effective."
While Alison had been looking over the cuffs, Janet had been rooting through a rack of dresses. She came across with a dress over her arm.
"Alison, I think this would look perfect on Marie. What do you think?" she asked.
Alison held the dress up. Very short, it seemed to consist mainly of holes, held together by lace. The word "gossamer" came to mind. It was the kind of thing you could imagine being made by sewing spiders webs together with glass strands. Very sexy, and totally revealing.
"Mmm, you are right," she purred, "very sexy. Marie, try it on, please?"
"Ali," I said, blushing, "I have nothing on under this dress."
"That is fine," she announced, "you won't be wearing anything under this one when I have you in it, will you?"
Before I knew what was happening, Janet was behind me, starting to unzip my sun-dress. I squealed in protest.
"What if someone walks in?" I asked.
"If that is all you are worried about, we can solve that easily enough. And before you ask, my assistant is off today, so I am on my own," Janet announced, flipping the door sign to "closed" and snapping the lock before pulling down the blind.
I could see from Alison's expression that I was not going to get out of this, so I gave in to the inevitable, letting Janet unzip me and feeling cool air on my skin as my dress dropped to the floor. The new dress was slipped over my head and I was right, incredibly sexy, and totally revealing. It covered me from neck to just below the crotch, yet showed every detail of my body.
Fingers started exploring the many exposed areas of skin through the mesh-work, nipples were tweaked and stretched, then rolled between strong fingers and thumbs, to make me quiver with anticipation. Ticklish areas along my ribs were discovered and teased and the cheeks of my bum were stroked and pinched.
Janet was pressed tight behind me, one arm around me holding a boob, the other caressing the cheeks of my bum. Alison was pressing against the front of me, a hand on one boob as she kissed me, the other hand exploring up the front of the dress.
I leaned back slightly as Janet's teeth nibbled at my neck, and I felt a finger slip inside my already wet slit. Whose finger, I did not know and did not care. With two pairs of hands stroking and caressing every sensitive spot on my body and then those teeth on my neck, I was already past the point of no return and wanted nothing more than to come. I was lowered gently onto the soft carpeting, the dress riding up to my waist and shoulder straps slid off to expose my boobs.
Janet straddled my head, pulling her skirt up to show she was not wearing underwear. As she lowered herself so that my mouth could reach her, I felt Alison between my wide-open legs, her tongue already making me gasp and squirm in her grip.
As I was taken higher I grabbed Janet's hips, pulling her onto me while I was made to writhe helplessly by Alison. Janet grabbing my tits did nothing to diminish my arousal; quite the opposite. I was starting to come, feeling that familiar pleasure begin to build, even as Janet stiffened, arching her back as she came for me. I followed soon after thanks to the talented tongue of Alison.
Janet climbed off me, bending down to kiss me deeply before getting up. I started to rise but was pushed back down by Alison.
"Oh no, Marie," she purred, "We have not finished with you quite yet. You surely would not leave me without a climax? Besides, I rather think Janet wants to taste that sweet, juicy pussy of yours."
After I come, I become very sensitive so the slightest touch sets me off again; a fact Alison had found out for herself fairly recently, so she knew what effect Janet would have on me. Her wicked smile told me I was right. It seems my Mistress enjoyed making her come-slut suffer delicious agony.
I was already wriggling within moments of Janet starting to work on me. Alison was facing towards her and decided to assist Janet by holding my legs high and wide apart while Janet probed deeper and my thrashing grew more desperate. I gripped Alison's hips, pulling her to me, determined to give her a climax to make her scream.
She must have been already aroused by tongue-fucking me and by seeing Janet and I come so loudly because she almost flinched as my tongue made contact with her erect clit. I nibbled and tongue-flicked it, making her squirm above me.
After a few minutes I was forced to break off as Janet brought me to a powerful climax. She waited until my trembling had eased somewhat, then restarted stronger than before, and I resumed my interrupted attention of Alison's soaking pussy, teasing and probing until she came for me. As she came she released my legs and grabbed my hair to pull me harder still onto her, grinding against my face as Janet took me over the top again.
We lay for a few minutes in a tangle of arms and legs, all three of us with hands, faces and pussies soaked in our juices. Fortunately, Janet had a good supply of tissues, wet wipes, and towels handy, so it was not long before we were all dressed respectably again; me wearing my sun-dress, with the gossamer dream dress in my bag and ready to face the world.
As we were leaving, Janet gave each of us long kisses, full of unspoken invitation. A final squeeze to my bottom from her and we walked out into the shopping mall again, once more the picture of innocent respectability.
I thought we would be going home after that,but Alison had other ideas.
"That was fun," she said to me, "but I still feel the need for a little more relaxation. How about you? Up for a bit of fun?"
"Lead on," I told her, "You are the boss."
She squeezed my bum, then smacked it sharply. I looked round guiltily to see if anyone had noticed.
"Glad you remember that," she laughed. "I know a little place just along here."
We left the shopping mall, and went along a little back street to an inconspicuous building. It could have been any kind of office, just a plain frontage and an unmarked door. Ali rang the doorbell and a young, smartly dressed woman answered it.
"Ah, Alison," she said, "How nice to see you again. And you have a friend with you. Come in, please."
We entered into what could have passed for a reception room in a company waiting area with comfortable, low-slung armchairs, coffee tables, potted plants, and a drinks machine. Soft music was coming from concealed speakers.
"Hi, Annie," Alison greeted the woman, "thought I would introduce Marie to the better way of big-city stress relief. Marie is my next-door-neighbour."
"Welcome, Marie," Annie told me, "It is so nice to meet you."
She reached into a desk drawer, and used a small desk-top machine for a moment.
"Here is your membership card should you ever want to call in again. And maybe, sometime if you should be in town and Alison is not with you for some reason...."
The implication and invitation were there in the unspoken words and the way her hand held mine for that bit longer than expected, told me she would be only too happy if I were to return alone some day. Alison noticed this.
"Hands off, Annie," she laughed, "I only just discovered this sexy milf myself."
"Of course, darling. So, what would you like today?" Annie asked.
"We'll have the half-hour, two each. And with it being her first time," Ali looked at me with that wicked grin of hers, "we'll make Marie's a 'hands off' session. I know what a horny bitch she is, trust me."
Annie smiled at Alison before looking at me. I was totally in the dark, no idea of what was going to happen, but fairly sure from the way Ali and Annie were acting that it was something they were going to enjoy and that it involved me in some way.
We were shown into a smaller room, with clothes hangers, and pegs on the wall and low padded benches. Alison started taking her clothing off. She looked at me.
"Come on, slowcoach," she chided me, "Get undressed. You are going to have the best massage you ever had."
"A massage," I repeated, "I wondered what was going on."
"Well, this is kind of special, you will see. Now get undressed, come on," she ordered.
As my entire costume consisted of a sun-dress and shoes, it did not take long until I was stood in just a brief towel that barely reached my buttocks. Alison looked at me.
"Oh God, Marie," she growled, "I could eat you just as you are, right this minute."
I could feel the moisture starting to gather between my legs already. I opened the towel to show Alison my naked body just to tease her, just as two men walked into the room. I squealed, closing the towel quickly and looking at Ali.
Relax," Alison told me, "This is Frank, and Will."
The two men nodded to me. I call them men, what else could I call them? They were both around six-foot, muscles like body-builders, faces like Greek Gods. Oh God, I was wet just seeing them smile, especially as all they were wearing was a kind of tight pouch that somehow managed to hold in their rather obvious attributes and left the rest of their gorgeous bodies totally revealed. They led us into yet another room; one with two padded couches, soft subdued lighting, and warm scented air.
"Marie," said one of them, Frank, I think, "would you mind putting this on, please?" and handed me a wide belt, taking the towel from me so smoothly, I hardly noticed it vanishing.
I strapped the belt around my waist then stood wondering while Frank put a soft leather strap on each of my wrists and clipped them to metal rings either side of the belt. I looked at Alison, puzzled, as she did not seem to have the belt or wrist strap."
"I told them 'hands off' for you, Marie, remember?" Alison asked, "Not that I don't trust you, but house policy is 'No Touching', and I am not sure you could resist temptation."
"I will remember this, Madam," I threatened, as I was helped onto the couch.
As I was lain down on my front, I could understand Alison's distrust. My head was exactly at the height of the men's crotches, and Frank's cock was about three inches from my mouth as he leaned forward, poured warm oil onto my skin and started caressing from my neck down to the crease of my buttocks.
Oh My God! What was he using? Surely not just his hands? It was like warm electricity in liquid velvet, creating tingling all along my spine and downwards to places he had not even been close to yet. Even my toes were starting to curl. I wanted to come. Hell no, I needed to come, feeling so wet, so ready. A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Er, Alison," I called, my voice already getting shaky, "What did you mean before when you were talking to Annie? When you said something about half hour, two each?"
"Mmmm, half hour massage," Alison replied, almost purring with pleasure, "and two each is climaxes at the end."
"At the end? At the bloody end? Of half an hour?" I almost screamed the words at her. "How long has it been so far, three minutes or so? I am not going to last half an hour, Ali."
The men both laughed with Alison.
"If you want to pleasure yourself before then, go right ahead," Alison told me, "Oh wait, you can't move your hands, can you? Ooh, Marie, darling that is going to make it a little awkward for you, isn't it?".
More laughter. I looked up at Frank's face, my best look of begging in my eyes and he just smiled. Firm fingers stroked between the oiled cheeks of my bum, making me squirm helplessly as Frank moved round to the side of me, still with that tempting bulge only inches from my face, from my mouth. I was almost drooling.
The fingers started doing a dance along the insides of my half-open thighs, down to inside my knees and back all the way up, stopping the tiniest fraction of an inch from my starving pussy lips, then back down again and again. I was almost screaming. When he finally moved further down, I breathed a sigh of relief but then he reached my feet.
Oh My!, Who would have thought.....feet could be... so....oh wow....so sensitive. Even in between the toes, under the sole, fingernails scratching softly... my toes... curling ..., Oh My God!. By the time I was turned over onto my back my legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Again, hands started sliding up my legs outside the thighs, then the top surface across the knees and upwards, then inside calves and thighs and again stopping just before where I most wanted, most needed to be touched. Over and over again until I was pushing my torso upwards trying to get the tiniest touch where it was needed and failing to make contact. If my hands had been free I would have used them on myself for sure, I was that desperate.
Then Frank moved around to stand at my head. More warm oils. Shoulders and neck were caressed softly bringing me to the point of squirming sensuously as he found every nerve and muscle. Then slowly down, ribs, down to hips, and back, fingers brushing along the sides of my tits, just missing the nipples and back to repeat the moves.
Then a tiny bit more contact with nipples, then a fraction more and then they were being stroked properly, oiled fingers letting them slip from his grip, teasing them to full rigidity, then caressing the whole thing, one tit under each hand, then sliding so easily as Frank moved along the bench until fingers finally found the soaking wet and so sensitive pussy.
At last. Every nerve was screaming and still everything was so, so slow, fingers gently tracing along my wetness, then parting the lips to stroke the clit, More slow tracing the path and then two fingers slid so easily into the welcoming slit. My breathing was ragged, as his thumbs began to rub. Slowly at first, then harder and faster with each stroke, while talented fingers wriggled more securely into place deep inside me, before starting to slide in and out of my well-lubricated hole. Then I was screaming as I arched my back and bottom clear of the table and all my weight on my shoulders and feet, as I thrust desperately at Frank's hand while I was exploding for him.
As I sank back down, I saw Alison sat up watching me, a big smile on her face, obviously enjoying watching me come. After a few moments I managed to get my voice working again.
"Are you not climaxing?" I asked her.
She laughed, "Darling, I came twice while you were busy and beauties they were, noisy too. Thank you, Will," she said, smiling at him, "But you still have another to go yet."
"That is okay," I told her, a little shy at the thought of coming while being watched by Will, "That one will do me nicely, thanks."
"Oh no, Marie, we can't do that," she insisted, "Annie would get annoyed if we did not get what we ordered, wouldn't she, Frank?"
The Greek God nodded seriously.
"I know," Alison announced, "We will give Marie a real treat. Frank, have you got Big Blue handy?"
I looked at her in bewilderment. "Big Blue"? What the hell? Frank had turned away to a wall cupboard and came back with a vibe in his hands, but what a vibe. Royal blue in colour, it must have been at least twelve to fourteen inches long with a ridged surface. I looked at it in nervous awe.
"Oh no, Alison, that will never fit." I protested.
Of course it will," she insisted, "I will show you," and she came over to my bench, gorgeously naked, nipples erect on her lovely tits. She took the vibe from Frank.
Okay, boys," she ordered, "Will, tits; Frank, clit; let's show this sexy milf what a climax really is."
The boys happily began, Will teasing nipples with expert fingers while Frank once again assaulted my tender clit. Between them I was almost coming before Alison even turned the vibe on. It was only purring softly at first, obviously a low setting and Ali pressed it slowly and softly against my open pussy, smiling as my pussy lips stretched around the thickness of the giant, almost sucking it into me.
I lay still, as my slit expanded around the beast, scared to move almost. Then Alison turned it up, bit by bit, and I felt it throbbing irresistibly between my thighs. As Alison slid it slowly out of me, I could feel every one of the ridges come clear of my soaking pussy lips before she slid it smoothly back in and then started pumping it in and out. I was soon thrusting up to meet her lunges, legs now open wide as I could get them. Still the boys were teasing my clit and tits, so it was not long before I was frantically writhing until I came so violently, love-juices literally squirting out of my plugged hole until the vibe was removed and I collapsed, helplessly twitching.
The boys had to help me to the shower, my wrist restraints removed, holding me up as I was soaped and lathered by my darling Alison and made presentable yet again. Okay, I admit, I did grab a couple of quick handfuls of their bums as I was being washed, purely to keep from falling. As we were leaving, we were both rewarded by a kiss each from each of the lads, plus an extra-deep one from our hostess, Annie.
Alison seemed happy with the results of our "shopping" trip. I had to confess that I had also enjoyed it very much. That got me one of her kisses and my bottom squeezed. On the way home, Alison let me know her husband was going to be away for the weekend at a business meeting, so she was going to be in an empty house from Saturday morning, right through until late Sunday night. The way she smiled at me let me know just how I was going to be spending my weekend.
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