SaturdayThat morning the doorbell to her condo woke her at ten am. “Who the hell is at my door on a Saturday,” she moaned and rolled over in bed. Giselle had come out of a dream where she had to get ready for work and there were no clothes in her closet or anywhere in her apartment. Her puffy pudenda still tingled from meeting with her mysterious lover in the supply room. If nothing else came from the last week of Tom’s erotic and provocative tasks, she was getting her pussy pleasured on a very regular basis. She was also running out of thong panties to mail off to whoever was the voice of Tom.Oh fuck. Is he my master now? she mused abstractly. The thought troubled her; she was doing everything that he wanted, performing a daily live-action nude porno flick in the office building. It’s very exciting and very disconcerting. He was also now giving back what she wanted. Mind-blowing sex. She got up from bed and went out to the living room, her thoughts distracting her from the fact that she was completely nude.“It’s ten o’clock,” she called as she approached the door. “What the hell do you want?” She looked through the peeper, tilted her head questioningly and then turned the knob.The guy from the driver service held out a tray with a bag and a go-cup of something steamy. There was a small note card on the tray. She took the tray and regarded the delivery guy. Since she was nude, she obviously had no money on her. The guy smiled and shook his head, then pulled out his cell phone and snapped a quick pic.“Uh, there’re more packages on your mat,” the guy spluttered. “I could bring them in for you.”“All right, thank you. Put them there on the floor.”“You bet.”This time Giselle went to get her purse, but the dude waved her off and cheerfully carried all the deliveries into her condo. After everything was set down in front of the couch, she said to him, “So you want some more pictures?”The guy nodded yes, and she walked around the room, bending over, posing full frontally, then finally over to the couch, flashing spreadies of her fine naked nookie. After a few minutes of horny pleasure, the delivery driver murmured a shy “Thank you,” and walked out the door, closing it behind him.Giselle set the tray down on her coffee table and grabbed the note. It came open easily and she sat down on the couch to read it. Giselle. Loved everything about the other night at Shady’s! I never could have imagined being with you that way. Love you. Call me! Louie. 404-555-1785That’s really sweet, she thought. The bag yielded a pecan sticky bun, her favorite; the coffee needed creamer and sugar from her kitchen. After enjoying a bite of the pastry and some coffee, she turned to the deliveries on the floor. One was quite plainly a shoebox, then there were two more, one a plastic mailer not much larger than an envelope. Per the daily e-mail from Tom, Giselle could open the larger package and the shoe box. The mailer was to be opened after she started on her extra credit task later that night.The box yielded shoes as she expected; they were platform heels, about güvenilir bahis five inches high with two straps to hold them on her foot. She put them on immediately with a pair of lace-trimmed anklets to get used to walking in them. The next package held a very thoughtful surprise. Tom had returned the skirt and blouse she’d left in her office when she walked out bottomless on Monday. They had been dry cleaned and a note was included: Giselle, there is an excellent tailor in your neighborhood. You should take this skirt and any others you want to be altered to him. They are Greek, but the son and his wife speak English. The Friendly Tailor in Plato Plaza. Open on Saturdays. She had two other suits and two shirt-waisted dresses she wore occasionally that she wanted to alter. The address for the tailor was just three blocks away, she could just walk over to the shop. It was a Saturday, so she could dress as she liked, though picking an outfit for today was proving difficult. She could certainly be as naked as Tom wanted her at work, but the choices in her closet were very limited.Going through her lingerie for sheer garments, she sorted out her remaining underwear, packing up anything that was not sexy in a shoebox. She piled her full cup and sports bras on top of that. The drawer was now almost empty: two half cups and a see-through bra remained, along with just four panties and only one pink string thong. Hopefully, the small mailer package held lingerie otherwise starting Tuesday, she would be going commando under her short skirts and dresses at work. For today, she picked a totally sheer nude-toned bikini brief, so she still looked panty free.Giselle packed up the suit skirts and one of the shirtwaist dresses. Deciding to go braless she slipped on the other of the two dresses then wondered if she was forgetting something. Determined not to let it bother her whatever it was, she grabbed a big floppy hat, sunglasses, and her bags and left her condo. As she strode the streets in the strappy stripper heels flashing her long lovely legs and enjoying the wolf whistles and catcalls, her thoughts drifted back to her sexy supply room liaison Friday afternoon.******************** Giselle lay chained and blindfolded on the bed in the supply room, her mystery lover clenched between her thighs with his cock buried deep in her snatch, “Three. Oh, fuck yes.” She’d been kept almost continuously aroused the past four days and she had it coming. It was wonderful, exhausting, erotic, and amazing, it was her payback for being a good little sex toy.Ted, posing as the mystery lover, lay atop this wondrous brunette goddess who had met him here for sex. His pace quickened, he needed her to orgasm over and over again. This was her reward for the last week of sexual tension and frustration. This was his reward as well as his private audition with her, after a week of testing her for the role of Executive Sweet Siren. He had done well, today she had shown him she was totally in.His sheathed shaft was still buried deep inside her dripping wet snatch. güvenilir bahis siteleri She had him locked up in her legs, needed his lance deep in her cock pocket. They were in total synch now, even breathing together as they fucked each other into ecstasy.“Oh, oh, oh, Tom. Ooh,” she moaned over and again; her body was shaking with every thrust of his fat big-boy into her hot center. “Oh, fuck four, yes, yes. Oh, oh yes. Five!” Her head bobbed forward against his chest, her upper body spasmed with the pleasure erupting from her loins. “Oh, keep going, lover. Keep fucking that pussy. Damn, I love how you fuck me.”He slid back away, pulled out of her depths, and focused on the moist open lips of her slick shaven slit. With just the tip, he started to work magic between her folds, drawing fresh bolts of erotic electricity out of her overheated hot box. “Oh, that’s good. Yes, you fuck me good. Oh. Yes. That’s six. Ooh.”Her head dropped to one side; her breathing slowed as she absorbed all his burning sensual being. He was hot and hard and slow and sexy; he had style. He made love to her like no other man she’d ever fucked.He slid his sausage still hard and throbbing with heat along her sweet sensitive lower love canal, brought the knob down to penetrate her again. She let him slide back in, he thrust softly and slowly filled her with his prick. Her breathing slowed, and he started to cover her mouth with kisses as he drove into her pussy. Push and pull, up and back, out and in, each time a tad deeper, then finally hitting her g-spot.He was waking up her pussy for numbers seven, eight, and who knew? Giselle struggled to breathe as he smothered her mouth with his, closing it fully for seconds, a half minute. Her lungs and brain starved for oxygen, she tried to breathe thru her nose only to have him move his hand to pinch it closed. Her heart started to race, then she saw stars; his dick pounded away deep in her tortured vajajay shooting pleasure comets that blazed up in her body. She was helpless to push him off her mouth, even though he was stealing the very breath from her. Her chest began to heave from side to side as pure erotic pleasure coursed up, rising into her. She was coming and blood was rushing through her veins exciting every fiber of her being.Oh, Tom, let me oh. Come, she screamed silenced by his smoldering kisses. Then he pulled his lips off her mouth. “Ah, ah, ah. Aah. Ooh.” She gasped for breath, and it hit her. It came from deep in her center where he stroked every part of her being. She started convulsing up and back, squeezed him tighter with her thighs, willed him to fill her up.Her body writhed beneath him as he pistoned his pecker into Giselle’s scorching hot honey hole. Ted could feel her orgasm building as her chest heaved, clawing for a breath of air. He knew she was close to the edge then he pulled away from her mouth and she erupted underneath him. Her pussy clenched on his pulsing python; he started to blow. His cock lurched inside her, he was coming. “Oh, god Giselle,” he said filling the condom iddaa siteleri with a huge flow of hot satisfaction and sexual release.He slid back off her and the rubber slipped off as he pulled his still spouting phallus out of her savaged snatch. He caught and held her, and she fell on his shoulder gasping and orgasming, moaning loudly.“Oh fuck, Tom. Seven,” Giselle said then fainted away.While she napped, he uncuffed her then pulled the dress off her. He argued with himself about taking the panty also and wickedly thought of her walking back to her office wearing just the bra. Hmm. Ted let the devil in him win and he picked up and pocketed her Friday thong panty. He thought he heard her wake as he opened the door and left.Let her worry about getting another demerit.*********************As she approached the plaza, she mused on her escape from the supply room and naked sprint up the stairs to her office on legs wobbly from the Friday afternoon fuck fest. She’d been drowsy and half-aware of him removing her dress but had thought it a dream. The reality had been a jolt. As she had predicted, Tom had her going around nude in the building at week’s end. Without a panty to send him the second day in a row, he would have her topless in the office again, even after doing tonight’s extra credit.Friendly Tailors was in the middle of a row of stores at the trendy new Plato Plaza. Giselle attracted more than a few glances, stares, and leers as she came to the end of her sexy stroll. She stepped out of the heat of summer into the chill space of the tailor shoppe, her nipples hardened under the thin cotton shirt dress. An older bearded man in a vest and tie stood behind a counter; he called to his son in Greek, ‘Milos the woman is here. The one Mr. Havlicek electro mailed me about.’ From the alcove entry, a tall dark man came into the room; Milos answered in Greek, ‘It is called e-mail father. The gods! She is a beautiful woman.’ The father said in their tongue, ‘You will measure the skirts for this woman. Then do what you want with her. She is an American slut.’Milos, still in native Greek, ‘Father, don’t be so crude. You’re being mean. Leave me with her, you old pervert.’ The old man went out the way the son had come in.“Hello, I’m Milos. My father apologizes and asks if you would mind if I took the measurements for the alterations. You could follow me to the dressing room over here, there is a three-way mirror and a pedestal we will use.” He took the bag of Giselle’s clothes and set it down.They walked over to the mirrors, “The shirt-waist dress will require the most work. Step over here please.” He indicated a raised part of the floor, more a stage than a pedestal, there was even a large heavy curtain on the side opposite the dressing rooms. “If that’s what you want.” she looked to where he pointed, walked over to the podium, and stepped up. Giselle turned all the way around for his appraisal and was delighted to find he had a bulge already growing in his pants. She had a fleeting memory of doing this for Hannah and Heather and she shivered a bit. Milos moved over a small bench and a large kit of sewing paraphernalia. “Are you chilled?” Milos asked. “Here let me warm you a bit.” His hands went into action on her lower calves, up and back down caressing her silky skin.