Poppy Walker - My Kinky Sex Life - Erotic Shorts

The thing that got me about the photo was that her hands weren't just touching their cocks. Her hands were wrapped around them, grabbing them firmly. And they weren't limp; they were hard. I mean, it really looked like she might be jerking them off.

She proceeded to the next photo. It was a close-up shot of someone's hard cock, just an inch from Kimberly's mouth. Worse, her mouth was open like she was about to suck it.

"Shit. Frank suggested a photo where it would look like I was about to blow him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but I was drunk and it seemed kind of funny at the time. So Frank lay down and I crouched over him and they took this picture where I had my mouth open in front of his dick. But then Jon said that he wanted to get in the picture and told us to wait a second. So I'm waiting there with Frank's dick bobbing in my face when Jon came up behind me and put his hands on my hips, pulling them upward. And then I felt legs pressing against my butt and I realized that he was trying to make it look like he was screwing me from behind while I was blowing Frank. So I'm waiting there for him to settle into position for the shot when I suddenly got concerned that maybe he was actually trying to fuck me as I could feel that his cock was hard and rubbing against me. I was about to get up when Jon did a thrusting motion. I got knocked forward and Frank's dick went right into my mouth. And of course that's when they snapped a picture. It all happened so fast, but I think this last picture is going to look pretty awful."

And it did. It showed Kimberly naked on all fours. Jon was behind her with his hips pressing hard into her butt. If I didn't know better I'd surely think that he was fucking her. You couldn't tell where exactly his dick was, anyone seeing the photo would have to think it was inside of her. And then there was Frank, with his cock clearly lodged well into Kimberly's mouth. Kimberly's facial expression supported her story, as she appeared jolted. But at the same time, the way her lips closed on his dick made it look like she was actually sucking him.

"Oh Kimberly, this isn't good. These photos, particularly this one, make it look like you had this huge gang-bang with these guys. If other people see these, that's what they'll think."

"I know, I know. But they promised not to share them and I'll talk to them again about that. But we all know that nothing really happened besides us getting naked and skinny dipping."

"Well, and they copped a few feels here and there," I added.

"Yeah they were actually touching me quite a bit. Once it got dark, pretty much every time anyone stood next to me I felt a hand on my ass or graze my boobs. At first I moved out of the way or knocked their hand off, but after a while it became kind of pointless. I thought it was kind of funny that we'd be talking about work while someone would be fiddling with my boobs. But we were all naked and drunk, ya know? "

"Yeah, but you're gonna have to watch them. They might think now that it's okay for them to touch you all of the time."

"I know, but I'm not that worried about them. I think it'll be okay. I just hope that they don't show these photos around. It would be pretty embarrassing."

And that was about the end of our conversation on the matter. Over the coming days she did talk with them and told me that she felt pretty comfortable that they would keep the photos to themselves. I was less sure and actually spent some time surfing sites to see if I could find them. I never did.

I also thought a lot about Kimberly and this dangerous game that she was playing. There can be a fine line between sexy and slutty. It was pretty clear to me now where she placed that line. Letting guys see her naked and even touch her seemed to be okay, at least if she can blame her behavior on booze. But thankfully not actual sex acts. I wasn't even sure where my own boundaries were anymore. What's okay and what's not?

Even a year ago I would never have imagined that it would be even remotely alright for another guy to touch her tits. I'm still not sure that it is. But at the same time, I am aroused by the thought of her being flirtatious and letting some other guy grope her. It's confusing. It's dangerous. But I guess that's what makes life and love interesting.

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