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Lola was still standing perplexed at the room window, looking outside. She followed the silhouettes of the two woman who walked hand in hand towards the beach. Just moments before they had been fucked by two guys right below her hotel room window. Disgusted, amazed, thrilled – her emotions were hard to describe. But she was wet and in desperate need of one of her dildos. She rushed back into the room, opened her small bag and took the bigger of her two ‘friends’ out. A flesh-colored very natural looking dildo two inches in diameter. She lay down on the bed after she had taken off her top and the shorts she had been wearing. Her wet pussy was aching for cock. She kept her blonde pubic hair nicely trimmed. It was nearly invisible. But nobody would ever see that. For the last two years, her sole friends had been two dildos. She closed her eyes, as always, and slowly spread her thin, long legs. “Come and take me” she whispered to herself. “Put it in” she hissed through her teeth as she slowly inserted the thick plastic rod. She enjoyed every inch of it. She slowly took it out and she moaned loudly, not thinking that anybody could hear her. Her small hand pushed the plastic in again, and took it out again. Her movements increased in pace and her tension increased, too. Soon she was moaning load, shouting obscenities into the presumably empty room. She loved to fuck herself with closed eyes. She imagined her prince mounting her and pushing his rod into her. She could not withhold it anymore; with one hand, she was pinching her nipple and a final push with the other Anadolu Yakası Escort hand send the dildo deep into her wet pussy. She came with a loud moan and her tense muscles relaxed after a while. She exhaled slowly, but was not prepared what she should see once she opened her eyes. She jerked off the bed, towards the window side, screaming in a loud voice. The room was full with naked people. In her panic she did not clearly count the people present, but she was in horror. The blonde twin men, maybe in their twenties, stopped stroking the other one’s erect penis. The black guy also had an impressive piece of meat in his hand. There were also two women. And closest to Lola was Greg, his penis erect and with a deep red head. “Out, out! Get out!” she covered her triangle with one hand and her breasts with the other arm, shrinking further away from the crowd. “All of you, get out of my room!” she exclaimed. “Well, she is a newbie, so we better do what she said.” Said one of the twins. The others nodded and left quietly. Greg was on his way out, too. He gave Lola a very sad look. She again felt so embarrassed and stupid. “No, no”, she stretched out her hand, only to quickly cover her body again. “Please stay.” Greg sighted and turned towards Lola. The wardrobe was in his reach to the left and he opened it. He took a bathrobe out, and handed it to Lola. Then, looking down at himself, he took one for himself, too, smiling sheepishly. Quickly Lola wrapped the soft cloth around her her slim body and sat down on the bed. She Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan wrapped her arms around her legs and put her chin on the knees. She was ashamed, angry, and upset. “How do you dare to enter my room? Ever heard about privacy?” she hissed. Greg pointed towards the room door. “But the sign was blue….and that is a welcome sign”. “Shit”, she said. “You could have raped me.” Greg’s voice sounded upset and hurt. “Lola, we have a code of honor here. We never do anything like that.” Lola sighted and did not dare to look at Greg. She felt so stupid. “Why did I come here?” she said, and this was more a question to herself than to Greg. “Why don’t I get a coffee, and we answer that question together?” asked Greg. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the phone, dialed the room service and ordered two coffees. When the room service came – a handsome man in his late twenties with short black hair and a great sun tan – both grabbed their coffee and did not say anything. Even though it was summer, Lola felt cold. She warmed her hands at the coffee cup. Greg took a first sip. “Well?” Greg wanted to hear an answer from Lola. And she answered him. Slowly, with pauses between her sentences, sipping coffee, she told Greg everything and why she decided to come to the summer camp. How terrible her first date had been. How she had felt used and abused afterwards. How she was afraid to make love to guys. How she bought the dildos to satisfy her desires. And finally how she registered for SFAC. “By the way, Greg, Escort Anadolu Yakası this is a stupid abbreviation. Summer Freedom and Adventure Camp, it sounds like ass-fuck to me.” Both laughed. And then she told Greg that she wanted to leave right away. This was NOT the right place for her. Greg kept silent. He knew Lola needed time to think. Suddenly she burst out. “Greg, you fucked them, didn’t you?” “You mean my two friends? The ones you have seen in the lobby?” Lola nodded. “Yes, I did.” He admitted frankly. “Both at the same time? In the same room?” Lola continued, more disgusted. “Yes, we did. They are very close persons. Much closer than mother and daughter. They love each other and they love to share their love with others.” Lola didn’t say anything, so Greg continued. “We are all here for this purpose. We look for freedom and a way to share our love and desires with like minded people.” Lola sighted. Then Greg asked her right away, looking in her blue eyes. “Lola. What is your desire?” Lola searched in Greg’s eyes for any hint of greed, egoistic lust or falseness. She could not see any of those. Finally, she opened her lips, but she could not believe her ears when she heard herself saying “I want you to make love to me, Greg.” Without a word, both set their cups aside and Lola slowly came out of her corner and to the center of the bed. Greg stood up and joined her on the bed, at arms length. He pointed at her wrist. “You need to get a badge, then” Lola did not understand. “As long as you are solo, with the ‘one’ badge, I cannot touch you. That is the rule. You need at least a blue ‘2’ or similar for me to touch you.” Lola looked at her wrist band. “Can you get one for me?” “I can get it, but you have to put it on by yourself. Again, it’s the rule. So you better get one for yourself. They are in the basket in the corridor.” Lola got up and Greg’s eyes followed her leaving the room.
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