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Marie-Helene Balle Always Shower Before Meeting Friends Edith lay face down on the bar, her bare ass exposed as per the agreement. Her nipples had been dipped in a sugary concoction and a young man was sucking on her toes. The curtains were barely drawn and Edith imagined the scene on the street were her predicament discovered. "What a fabulous group," she thought. "I should not consider this humiliation. The point, after all, is to relinquish." The young man stopped sucking on her toes. Edith worried it was because they smelled. She hated the idea of him discussing this fact with his friends. "She had beautiful feet but her toes smelled. It was disgusting." Edith closed her eyes and grimaced. She was barely conscious of the fact that the young man was caressing her ass with a vinyl glove covered in petroleum jelly. She was worried about her smelly toes. "If I had known, I would have bathed before going out. I would have changed my socks. Why did I wear wool? And my leather boots breed odor causing bacteria." She moaned loudly at the thought of the next day's conversation. The young man spread her legs and inserted his gloved index finger into her vagina. He moved the finger slowly, priming her for his next move while he licked her slippery ass. He moved his tongue along the crack, found the soft red boundary of her clit, and buried his face in her brilliant cushion. "Oh God," thought Edith with a loud moan. "I hope my panties weren't too sweaty. Sometimes they're awfully smelly. And I have a slight yeast infection. That can't be tasty. I hope he isn't suffering. I should have douched before leaving the apartment, and worn deodorizing pads. How could I have been so stupid? Fish, I smell fish. Oh God, not fish." The spectators tasted the rich aroma of Edith's body. They fidgeted with their erogenous zones. The heat rose and a thick fog of sexual energy settled over every surface. Beads of sweat formed on the young man's brow and dripped onto his nose. Edith could feel her belly gliding rhythmically as the fog settled upon her body. "Deodorant!" thought Edith with a load moan. "I forgot deodorant. If I could reach my bag I'd find my lovely new perfume." As she smelled the sweet odor emanating from her body she felt a flush of red cloud her otherwise silky white skin. The young man continued to lick her beautifully swollen clit. The spectators moved closer, observed every detail of the scene. They touched each other, kissed each other. Sweat dripped from the ceiling, the aroma of sex clung to every nostril, the fog permeated every crack. The young man moaned, the on lookers moaned, Edith moaned. Seconds later the young man collapsed on to a plush couch and laughed. "Edith, you're a god damned beast". Edith wondered if she had missed a few hairs during her morning shave. "I'll have to pay closer attention," she thought as she raised her body from the bar. "A new razor may be in order." top |
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