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This seemed like the place. With this many cars parked outside it had to be. But for a party it wasn’t very loud. Checking my phone one more time I look over the series of texts that Chelsie had sent me. I had never been that much of a party goer but she insisted that I come to this one. Apparently the girl who hosted them, Sandra, was rather selective about who she let into her parties and it was some kind of super exclusive thing. Of course that made me question why I had been invited. It would make sense for some popular football player or a jock from the hockey team to be invited, not a nobody computer science major like me.

But unless Chelsie had sent the texts to the wrong person I had been invited. Supposedly there were only four people, not including myself, who were all invited. So maybe party wasn’t the most accurate term. Not in the college sense of dozens of people all packed into a frat house. Still though the way Chelsie went on about it you’d think this small little party was way better than any of those. A small voice in the back of my head kept telling me to just go home, I’m already half an hour late. I can just text Chelsie and tell her that I couldn’t make it for some reason or another.

No. This was my chance. I had been a shy introvert all through high school and this was my chance to get out of my shell and hopefully have some fun. Just relax and try to go with the flow. Maybe I’ll have a little bit of fun along the way. Walking up to the door I hear muffled sounds coming from inside. What sounds like girls laughing and chatting, though some other noises are mixed in that I can’t quite recognize. Ringing the doorbell there’s a sudden hush before I hear footsteps approaching the door and the sound of the locks being undone. The door swings open and a darker skinned girl with long black hair and popping auburn eyes looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“You must be Mason, Chelsie almost thought you might not show,” she says with a smirk across her face. My eyes scan down her body. A purple tank top with no obvious designs hugs her form rather nicely and shows off the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are obviously hard atop her probably D cup breasts that sag ever so slightly. Further down her form I see that she’s not wearing anything besides her shirt, though that’s not what grabs my attention. What grabs my attention is the very large and very erect cock between her legs.

Just at a glance it has to be at least a foot long and proportionally thick. The dark and veiny shaft ends with a flared out purple head. At least half of her length is slicked and glistening with some kind of substance and precum drools out of the tip onto the floor. Just below it a sack with a pair of tennis ball sized nuts hung down. And just above is a neatly trimmed patch of hair the same color as on her head. Before I can say anything she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into the house. The door closes and locks behind me and I start to really think I should have just bailed like I was thinking earlier.

“Mason!” I hear Chelsie’s voice call out just before she comes around the corner from another room and pulls me into a tight hug, “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

Still somewhat stunned I don’t respond, my gaze drifting down Chelsie’s form when she steps back out of the hug. Sure enough there between her legs is the same as the other girl. Of course her’s is different, but it is still a cock. Maybe nine inches or so long though somewhat thin for its length. the same light pale as the rest of her skin, a pink head half covered by foreskin and also dripping with precum. The shaft itself isn’t nearly as veiny as the other girl’s though there is one rather prominent one on top. A strip of dyed pink hair sat above her girl-shaft and a pair of golf ball sized orbs sat snuggly in a sack hugging her body.

“Wh.. what is… going on?” I ask, my eyes suddenly yanking themselves up from Chelsie’s girl-dick to her face. Already I could feel my cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. I had always thought Chelsie is kind of attractive. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and a face that made her perfect for the cheerleading team. And a nice pair of perky C cup tits that were currently being held in a lacy pink bra. But she had always been just a childhood friend to me. Sure I had fapped off to the thought of her once or twice but I’m sure plenty of guys had.

“Sorry, I couldn’t tell you before you showed up, but we’re having an orgy!” Chelsie says with a great amount of enthusiasm. If it weren’t for what she said I probably would have gotten excited too. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Before I have a chance to protest I find myself being lead by the hand into the same room Chelsie had just come from. Inside are two other girls, and yes they both have dicks. One of them I recognize from one of my classes. A smaller girl with shorter brown hair down to her shoulders and a pair of cute bayburt escort black rimmed glasses over her similarly brown eyes. A small almost flat chest, definitely A cups, which I couldn’t even notice under the brown sleeveless turtleneck she is wearing. She definitely had the cute, shy, nerdy girl thing going for her. I hadn’t expected her of all people to be at a place like this.

“Anna?” I ask with a gaping jaw. Sitting on the couch with a hand around her cock she stops jerking off and her face turns bright red when she sees me. Her dick was probably the smallest of the group. About seven inches long and slightly thick for its size. It is obvious with the darker red of her tip that she is cut. Her shaft is smooth and almost feminine in a way. The bush around her cock is far more prevalent than the other girl’s though it is neatly trimmed and looked incredibly soft. But the most striking feature at her crotch has to be her balls. Each one is about the size of a grapefruit or so. And her production seems to match as her entire lap is glazed in what I can only assume to be precum, a strand of it quite literally shooting from her cock as it twitches in her hand.

The final girl I don’t exactly know, but I definitely have seen her before. The sides of her head are shaved down and the top is cut short and dyed neon blue. Dark colored eyes that almost look black and a bull style nose ring. She is completely nude a large tribal looking tattoo down her left arm. Her other arm is currently busy with what looks like a thin dildo being shoved down her cock. And what a cock it is. It isn’t too long, maybe eight or nine inches, but the damned thing is thick. A can of soda would have some tough competition next to her girth. Just below it her plum sized balls hug her crotch tightly. She’s the only girl with a completely shaved crotch.

“Hi, Mason,” Anna says with a wave of her free hand, by now her blush was covering the entirety of her face.

“Oh, you two know each other? That’s great!” Chelsie says with a quick clap, “Okay. So you know Anna. And that’s Quincy, and the girl who you met at the door is Sandra.”

“O…kay…” I say with a small nod, still unsure of exactly why four girls with cocks would invite me to their orgy. Not that I want to say no, but I’m just too nervous even now to admit how turned on I am. Something about a girl with a cock always turned me on. Plus vagina’s were just… gross looking. Just thinking about one always made my boner go down some. I wouldn’t say I’m gay exactly because I’m not into guys, the whole male physique doesn’t do it for me. But a feminine body with a nice dick attached to it always got me going.

“I bet you’re wondering why I told Chelsie to invite you,” Sandra asks as she walks past me and puts a hand on Chelsie’s shoulders. Almost as though it was choreographed she gets on her knees and licks her lips as she found herself eye level with the brown cock in front of her. Taking the shaft into her mouth she starts bobbing back and forth on it, most likely confirming the source of why Sandra’s cock was already slick.

“Um… y… yeah,” I say as my eyes try to find somewhere to look other than Chelsie giving the other girl a blowjob. Or down to Chelsie’s cock to see her jerking off while doing it. Or over to Anna who’s hand seems to now be moving in overdrive as her cock is spewing out precum, doing its best impression of a sprinkler. Or over to Quincy who’s still leisurely fucking her own dick with a pink dildo. I shift myself a bit in an attempt to hide how hard I’m getting, though that seems to only draw more attention to the bulges in my jeans that’s becoming more and more obvious by the second.

“Well Chelsie told us about how she had seen you naked once and how interestingly hung you are, so we wanted to see for ourselves. Feel free to join us, trust me you won’t regret it,” Sandra says, one of her hands now on top of Chelsie’s head as she starts to thrust her hips slightly into the other dickgirl’s mouth. I stood there watching, now unable to stop myself from staring at the sight. Not answering the question either.

Hearing a long and loud moan snapps me from my trance. Sandra begins bucking her hips before one final thrust and she forces her foot long cock down Chelsie’s throat. I can’t see it but it is obvious the dark skinned girl is cumming, and cumming hard. And she cums for quite a while, eventually pulling back and stroking her spit slicked shaft as it spews several more ropes of her cum over Chelsie’s face.

Now painfully erect in my own jeans I can’t even hide the bulges down the legs of my jeans. Sandra takes a deep breath before she turns towards me, her cock dripping a bit of cum onto the floor as she steps closer. Her hands reaches down and takes hold of my belt, undoing it in short order and reaching for the button of my jeans.

“Hey wait I…” I start to say, though give no physical resistance to her actions. But before I bilecik can finish my protest Chelsie comes up behind me and takes hold of my jeans just as Sandra undoes the zipper. My pants and boxers are yanked down to my ankles and my twin cocks spring up to full attention, one sitting right above the other. Each one is the same light tan color as the rest of my skin, the tips both mostly covered in foreskin even when hard. Their shafts slightly veiny and slightly thicker further up the shaft than at the base. Fourteen inches long and two and a half inches around, I was somehow blessed or maybe cursed, with not one massive cock but two.

“Holy shit!” I hear Quincy say from the couch.

“I… I didn’t… oh wow…” Anna chimes in as her eyes locked on to my twin members.

“See. I told you guys,” Chelsie says with a smug look on her face as she stands up behind me.

“How the hell does he even have enough blood to power those things?” Quincy says, sounding genuinely amazed.

“So what do you say, Mason? Want to have some fun with four dickgirls?” Sandra asks with a grin on her lips as she reaches a hand down and takes hold of my upper cock, her fingers not even able to fully meet around my thickness.

My eyes quickly go from Sandra to Chelsie to Anna and to Quincy. I have to admit that they are all pretty attractive, and I never expected them to each have a cock between their legs. And being incredibly turned on by a girl with a dick, is was like something out of a wet dream for me.

“S… sure” I say with a nod. It seems that was all Sandra needed to hear as her hand begins to stroke up and down my upper cock, her grip light enough that she can slide along my length even without lube. Suddenly feeling a pair of hands on my lower shaft I look down and notice that Chelsie had wrapped her arms around my waist and is stroking it, still plenty of room on my lower massive cock for more hands. Sandra gazes at me with a pretatorial grin and a gleam in her eyes that sends a small shiver down my spine. If it weren’t for the fact that she has a hand on my dick like this I might have been scared but at this point I don’t think I can pull away if I wanted to right now.

“Hey. Anna. Some help here. We’re gonna need some serious lube for these monsters,” Sandra says, her gaze never leaving my face as she licks her lips. As if I were in some kind of trance I can’t look away and only notice movement out of the corner of my eye. Anna is somewhat short, which only makes her seem cuter. And those balls are something else. I wonder what it’d be like to give those huge orbs a massage. And thinking about it now it made sense why she always wore long skirts. Pants simply wouldn’t be able to hide two nuts that big. As she crosses the room she leaks a dribble of precum along the way, it seems like she is having a hard time not stroking for those few seconds.

Once Anna is close enough she begins stroking furiously again. It is kind of strange to consider her cock small as it was still big compared to most people but when put next to everyone else here it was the smallest. Though maybe Chelsie’s was thinner. Almost as soon as she began stroking again her cock started to spit out long ropes of clear precum like it had been. Her crotch was still soaked in the stuff and the couch had a noticeable wet spot where she had been sitting. As the warm and slick pre landed erratically over my cocks and the three hands attending to them both Sandra and Chelsie’s stroking got faster with the added lubrication.

“Thanks Anna,” Sandra says which seemed to prompt the quiet mousy girl to scutter back to her spot on the couch and resume her stroking. I began to notice that every so often she would stop herself, letting go of her cock. Normally when she did this it would start to spray precum wildly over herself like a pre orgasm. After a few seconds of letting herself calm down she’d go back to vigorously stroking again and spurring small blasts of precum over her lap and the couch.

“Fuck~ I’ve wanted to get my hands on these since that time I saw you naked,” Chelsie says from behind me. Her hands start moving faster along my cock, as though she’s really trying to get me to cum. Sandra on the other hand was going a bit slower, still staring directly at me. She had control over me right now and she knew it. She seemed to enjoy it too.

My balls tensed up as I grew closer to cumming. While I have two cocks they were separate when it came or cumming. Now I could get them both off at the same time though more often I could make one cum and then switch and use the other. Most the time this meant that I could jerk off one and then when it was done and went soft I’d switch to the other. The side effect being that the one that I had gotten off first would get back into action while I jerked the second dick. When I was really horny I could go back and forth like this having a new orgasm every fifteen minutes or so for an hour. Usually though bingöl escort after two good orgasms on each I’d be tired out. Still better than most guys I like to think.

Right now my bottom shaft was the one closer to cumming. And Chelsie wasn’t slowing down. In fact she was getting faster, as if she could sense that I was getting close. My climax came quicker than usual and hit me like a train. Taking a long deep breath in my bottom cock starts twitching and I feel cum starting to work up it’s length as well as the one above it though that one slightly slower. While my orgasms were separated by cock they were connected by the same tube down to my balls and so when one came they both would shoot out cum. Admittedly the one doing the work generally came more while the other one was a bit slower.

My eyes shut as the first blast of cum shoots from my tip. I can’t say for sure but I’m pretty sure that I was cumming on Sandra. Now I’ve never been very vocal when jerking off or cumming, and this wasn’t that different. Breathing heavily I open my eyes and look down to see that I was right. While my bottom cock is doing most the work of spraying my ball batter over Sandra’s crotch the top one actually spewing over her own dick as she’s placed the tip just above her own shaft. A glance back up at her face shows that she’s watching the spectacle at our crotches intently.

When my orgasm finally dies down Sandra’s crotch is obviously covered in plenty of white cream. Chelsie’s hands slow as she milks out what is left inside my urethra while my lower cock starts to go soft. The fact that my upper shaft remains hard though seems to surprise Sandra. Her gaze comes back up to lock eyes with me.

“So this one’s still hard then?” she asks with excitement in her voice.

“Yeah… um… they cum together but… well they can get off separately. Though I can get them to both go off at the same time but they can be separate. But because internally its connected they both shoot at the same time..” I catch myself starting to talk a bit too much and decide to stop, my cheeks getting redder than they already were.

“Chelise. Get over here. My dick needs something other than this toy,” I hear Quincy say as she pulls the dildo out of her incredibly thick cock. A she does I see that her urethra is spread wide open. I don’t think anyone’s cock here could fit inside besides Chelsie’s though due to how thin it was. Still though it was a surprise as I watch my friend press her cock against the other girls. Never did I think I’d watch one girl’s cock literally going down into another girl’s. It was a hell of a sight to watch Quincy’s cock take Chelsie’s like that. I kind of wonder what it would feel like to have something inside my urethra like that.

My attention is brought back down to my still hard upper cock as I feel something wet against the tip. Looking down I expected to see Sandra with a cat like grin on her face as she teased my shaft. Instead I found that while I wasn’t paying attention Anna had snuck over and had gotten on her knees in front of me. Even now she looked somewhat nervous and embarrassed to be doing what she was and still she held onto my cock with one small hand while her tongue began to swirl across the head.

“I… I always wanted to do this… I just… well…” Anna says, her eyes looking down as she continues to lick my shaft. Despite her claiming eagerness her shyness apparently overshadowed it.

“Hey! I wanted to be the first one to suck him off!”Chelise complained as she looked over, her hips moving back and forth as her cock disappeared inside Quincy’s over and over again.

“Anna here told us she had a crush on a guy, never thought it’d be the same guy Chelsie was always talking about. Looks like you have a good old fashioned love triangle on your hands,” Sandra says with a small laugh as she walks around behind Anna. Tapping the shy girl on her shoulder in some kind of non verbal command. Immediately Anna got off of her knees and without ever leaving my cock she got to her feet to present her ass to Sandra. Now bent over Sandra preses her cock against what was either Anna’s pussy or asshole. With her cock covered in my cum there definitely wouldn’t be a problem with needing lube. With a wicked grin on her face Sandra shoves her hips. Immediately Anna lets out a long moan as I hear a splattering sounds coming from below her. Leaning to the side I can see that she’s actually cumming now, though the thick white cock goop seems to be coming in a constant stream rather than quick shots.

“Anna can only cum from being fucked like this. She jerks off a lot but she’s never able to actually cum unless she has something in her ass. She also gives the best head, trust me you’re in for a treat,” Sandra says to me with a grin across her face as she pushes her cock forward into Anna’s ass. Just then I feel warmth envelope the tip of my cock. Sure enough as I look down Anna is taking my upper shaft into her mouth. This definitely isn’t how I expected my first ever blowjob but even just the first inch or so of my cock inside her mouth felt amazing. The warmth and wetness combined with how she was sucking and the movement of her tongue is mind blowing.

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Author’s Note – Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story’s pace dictates, and that won’t start quick.

All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older.

Chapter 32

Struggling back to consciousness, Ray realized he wasn’t waking into his normal life. He was re-entering the dream with the void bubbles again. The white and black ghostly silhouettes seemed to concentrate more around his point of presence than before – the far ‘side’ of the bubbles was a lot more sparsely populated than this, assuming ‘side’ was the right term to use in such a confusing place.

The ancient Hinn sent warm greetings without words, to which Ray responded with gratefulness and a mental image of Tauriz. The response from the Hinn were mixed. Some were upset to see her collared as a genie, others were happy that she continued to exist, yet others were much more interested in himself. They seemed to argue with each other, perhaps even coming to blows.

That was another eye-opener (perception-opener?) for Ray. This bodiless realm still appeared to allow for some form of fighting. Ray felt like a nervous white belt before his first lesson, knowing there were techniques and skills he’d never known out there without understanding what they could even be.

Nearby he saw a familiar face, if not a welcome one. The darkest outline he could perceive followed the shape of Baba Yaga. She smiled her horrific iron-edged smile at him and nodded, perhaps in acknowledgment or with some other meaning behind it.

Time froze for a split second, nothing moving, and then resumed as if nothing had happened. The silhouettes he could see all seemed to be stirred up, reacting strongly to whatever it was that just happened. He felt anticipation, concern, and curiosity from the ancient Hinn, but frustratingly was unable to get more details from them.

A flood of images inundated him, too fast for him to follow. He’d been subjected to a rapid drumbeat of situations the first time he’d been here, but this pace? This was many times faster and covered a broader base. He caught glimpses of people he thought he knew, people he felt he’d never seen before, creatures of nightmare and blissful dreams, terrifying locations, heartstoppingly beautiful locations. Almost as fast as it started, it stopped, almost as if it realized it was going too rapidly for Ray.

He saw Tauriz shatter her sheathe again, feeling the world change in the vision, but frustratingly he was still unable to tell if the result was for the better or worse.

He saw Jann assaulting Jann with Jinn hiding in the shadows in a wooded setting. The location was new to him, but the skyline was clearly from the Keane Valley, a few hours’ drive from the University, home to the highest mountains in New York State. The last crescent of the moon featured prominently low on the western edge of the sky.

He saw the ocean, lit by a gorgeous sunset on the shoreward side. On it rode a small wooden boat no more than four or five feet long, laden with a bonfire. The fire ignited and the boat’s sail was lifted, driving it out into the ocean to its eventual fate.

Faster and faster, he saw more and more. He saw Amber and Monica standing on either side of an older copy of themselves. He saw Jonathon lying dead, and jarringly felt satisfaction. He saw a desert and a cliff and a cave and a long walk in the dark. He saw an ancient pillar of stone with carvings that appeared to have been carved the previous night. A pile of reeds. An ancient khopesh sword. A snapped stick. Footprints which lead out into the dark night.

Head spinning under the assault, Ray woke up.

Chapter 33

Waking for real this time, Ray felt the comfort of Tauriz’ flawless skin on his own. Her presence flooded his restored Hinn, more reassuring even than feeling her warmth in his arms. It amazed and awed Ray that he was coming to trust Hinn more than his own eyes and sense of touch.

“Hinn are named for Hinn, not for eyes, not for the mind, not for samum, Ray,” Tauriz quietly said. “We are more than the whole of our bodies, and when more of us gather, we are much, much more. None have stood against a hundred enraged Hinn, no matter how many they have brought to the battle.”

“Now we just need to find, rescue, or make ninety-eight more then,” Ray chuckled.

“You laugh, Master, but it is an option open to us. It is a dangerous proposition to those who would change unless you used a wish as I used the wish you gifted me to assure your successful transformation. Then, it is merely exceedingly painful.”

“Is that something you’d desire? To create a new generation of Hinn?”

“Yes and no both, Ray. It would solve some of our problems, but it would also cause others. The Jinn would become enraged as soon as they become aware of it, and Jinn do not enter the battlefield in a forthright manner against Hinn, they learned ardahan escort that bloody lesson well.”

“Do you think the angelics might take a position?”

“The angelics generally do not interfere with mortal matters, for some unknown or unknowable reason. Occasionally one of the ‘Fallen’ angelics will use mortals as pawns or resources, which appears to be the primary exception when angelics become involved with mortals.”

“They’re mostly interested in their own?”

“That is the speculation that seemed to become the accepted wisdom among those who have studied these beings.”

“You still access Hinn much easier than I can. To me, it’s something I consult. You seem to comprehend immediately.”

“That is because I am well used to its ways, Master. Your use is impressive – most young Hinn have greater trouble than you do.”

“I’d guess most young Hinn had no idea about databases, content retrieval systems, or the like, either.”

“Interesting – perhaps you are correct, Ray. Perhaps human technology has begun to catch up to Hinn in some ways.”

“Starting to, perhaps, but Hinn is beyond the greatest ideals of human technology I’ve yet heard of.”

“The universal encyclopedia comes close, as do the collective and other stories of your human history.”

“Mm. Something to think about – new ways for me to consider using Hinn. I do worry that Hinn used the way you do affects your attitudes, though.”

“Because we treat Hinn as memory?”

“And because people can lie via Hinn.”

“That, dear Master, is a much longer discussion. I shall share this much with you now – there are ways to tell how many have accessed a thought, and their attitudes about said thought. But for now, we must up and create a breakfast for our guests.”

“I wish we were comfortably dressed and ready to face this day, Tauriz.” And of course, they were.

He wore a comfortable pair of jeans and a button-down shirt under a tweed blazer. She wore jeans and a brass thread-shot black silk blouse, her brazen hair braided in a short but formal Assyrian style that would have taken hours to accomplish almost any other way. Both wore comfortable half-boots on their feet.

“You enjoy brass threads in black silk, do you not, Tauriz?”

“I do, it has long been a signature of mine. Silk is relatively new to me – I used other fabrics before.”

“Well, let’s get busy in the kitchen. Giambotte waits on no man.”

Picking up the idea of the meal from Ray, Tauriz smiled. Egg dishes were long a favorite of hers.

Chapter 34

“So, what can I do for this meal, Ray?”

Ray replied, “Why don’t you skin and cut up, say, six potatoes. Half-inch cubes, please,” as he readied a large pot of coffee in the brewer.

Ray took out a couple pounds of Italian sausage and sliced it into disks before frying them up. Lining a bowl with paper towels, he put the sausage to the side to drain. Taking the potatoes Tauriz had finished, he sliced some bell peppers into them then added a couple cloves of garlic he minced up fine. Tossing them in the sausage grease coated cast iron pans as they browned, he kept adding potatoes as they became ready.

Splitting the potato mixture between the two pans, Ray added the sausage back in and a handful of crushed red pepper. Turning the heat down, he quickly whisked up a dozen eggs and poured half in each pan. Handing Tauriz a block of mozzarella and a grater, he asked her to grate the cheese back and forth over the frying pans as he finished the dish.

He kept mixing the eggs and other ingredients as they finished cooking, ending up with a solid, appealing mass of yellow, brown, white, and green that he scooped onto plates for serving. The aroma brought everyone to the kitchen, and everyone found seats on furniture or the floor and enjoyed their portions of the dish.

“When you finish, dishes go into the dishwasher, please!” he called out as he tucked into his serving. A line formed, filling the dishwasher quickly as people cleaned their plates. Adding soap, Ray kicked off the wash cycle as everyone finished getting ready to leave for the day’s events.

“So I’m in with Tomaz’ folks, and Tauriz is riding in the combat chariot, right?” asked Ray.

Getting acknowledgments, Ray noticed his phone blinking that there was a message on the answering machine. Not having time just then, he left and locked the condo behind himself as they headed downstairs to the front door.

There was no escort this morning, not in the air, not following them, not several blocks to either side. Ray tipped off Tauriz and requested she tell Jessica. No problems got in the way, and they gathered back up in the parking lot near the Academic Center.

Walking into the building, Ray was glad to see the Dean was talking with the nameless leader. He walked over to the duo, smiling. The Dean followed the information Ray had forwarded via Jessica, and while he clearly wanted to thank the artvin escort leader, he manfully avoiding the offensive terms.

“Everything going OK, gentlemen?” Ray asked.

As the leader turned to look at him, Ray had a split-second image of the leader holding Tauriz’ hand as she cried. “Professor Helms, the Dean has promised us complete control of the songs playing here!”

“I’m glad that there was a way to gift you this in recognition of your long service to the University,” Ray said.

“Indeed! I’d LOVE to thank him properly, Ray, but – I won’t. Instead of thanking him, perhaps this gift may help?”

“It will assist us in our self-appointed job here, Dean. It is of great worth to us.”

“If there is more you need to protect the students here, please, ask me,” the Dean said. “I’ll be happy to work with you if and when there’re other needs. You’ve done great, great work here.”

“I acknowledge your words and appreciate greatly the caution in how you say them, Dean McKennitt. With that, we’ll leave you to your business today. Your guests have already arrived, Professor, and are in the auditorium.”

“I’d thank you if I could,” Ray said.

“You’ve done us a great good here, Ray. We are appreciative.”

“Until when we meet next, be well, good leader.”

Turning, and taking the Dean gently by the elbow, Ray walked back to his team as the leader disappeared in the middle of the open floor. The Skepsi troopers blinked and started aggressively scanning the area. “It’s OK, gentlemen, lady – that particular gentleman is a friend of ours, regardless of how unusual his abilities may appear to be. I’m told our guests from Boch are already here. Shall we join them?”

Heading to the auditorium, Ray took a moment to thank the Dean for his careful handling of the situation. “They are extremely fragile in bizarre ways, Dean – your handling of them was very apt.”

“I’d say I’ve dealt with stranger folk, but I don’t think that’s quite true unless perhaps we’re talking about you two,” the Dean replied, causing Ray to chuckle.

Entering the room, Ray saw five people scattered around the room and another five down on the main floor, poking about the catered goods. “Good morning. I take it you’re the folks from Boch?”

An older man, average in looks and height, perhaps twenty pounds over his ideal fighting weight, looked up from stirring his coffee. “Professor Helms?”

“I am. We have here a small team from Skepsi who’ll be joining your team on the boundary as well as Jessica Smitts, my lawyer, Tauriz Aoud, my girlfriend, and myself at the table with you and your team.”

“Excellent. Paul Boch, third generation, and I lead this little group. My aide, Jennifer Boch of the fourth generation, and our lawyer, Dieter Boch, also of the third generation. Our boundary folks are led by Jimmy here – who’ll he be coordinating with?” The family resemblance was quite strong between all four.

“Tomaz, I assume that’s you?”

“Yes, Ray. Jimmy, I’m Tomaz, pleasure to meet you.” The two guards stepped off to the side to talk shop and determine how best to set up together.

“So, anyone mind if I use first names? I prefer the informality where we can afford it,” asked Ray.

“Not a problem with us, Ray,” smiled Paul. His smile didn’t touch his eyes.

“Everyone suitably caffeinated? Then let’s get the pat-downs done, and we’ll get to business,” Ray said as he handed Hina his wallet, phone, keys, and watch again. Following the pattern they’d set with Skepsi, Jessica passed her things other than a couple pens and the relevant documents to Hina as well.

Ray assumed the position, and Jennifer stepped up and patted him down thoroughly but professionally. Jessica and Tauriz also passed the inspection, unsurprisingly.

Paul then assumed the position and looked surprised when Ray waved him off. “I am not going blindly on trust here, Paul. We’ll explain in a couple of minutes. Please, take what seats you like at the table, then we’ll settle in.”

They did, Jessica passed the NDAs around to the other three and received a copy of each once Ray duplicated them as he had with Skepsi.

“That’s a different trick, Ray, can’t say I’ve ever seen that done before.”

“And we’re just getting started, Paul. Hold on tight – it might be a bit of a bumpy ride. Now, next hard question – are any of you broadcasting or otherwise communicating with anyone other than the three of you? If so, the next step I take will cut those communications, so I felt it wise to warn you of that before I start.”

“We’re all broadcasting back to Boch, Ray. It’s what we normally do as part of appearing in public for members of our family.”

“I need to either know that you’re just broadcasting a simple, unmodulated signal, or I need to break the signals, Paul. Your call.”

“The signals are modulated, Ray. I’d prefer not to have them blocked, as setting them back up is difficult.”

“Understood, but bodrum escort having third parties who haven’t signed the NDAs at this point involved in the discussion is not a risk I’m willing to accept. It’s part of the reason why we’re offering a half million for this meeting.”

Jessica spoke up, “Dieter, we’ve tussled in the courts a few times, but I’ve had nothing but respect for your skills and professionalism. Will it help you to know that both my team, Tongxin, and Skepsi have been through this process, and ended up signing on with Ray?”

Dieter froze when his name came up, slowly thawing as Jessica explained. “Paul, that’d be good information to share with Jimmy,” he said.

“Very well. Thank you for that, Ms. Smitts,” Paul said. “One second, please, while I let Jimmy know, and he reconfigures our infrastructure appropriately.”

“Jessica, please.”

“Jessica, then. One second please.” Paul walked over to Jimmy and started talking to him in a quiet voice. Ray deliberately didn’t listen in, instead asking Tauriz and Jessica how they had liked the giambotte for breakfast. Both said they hadn’t had such a dish before, although Jessica did state that it reminded her of the ‘garbage plate’ she’d had elsewhere in New York.

Paul returned, saying, “OK, I think we’re as ready as we can be, Ray. Please block whatever you feel a need to, you’ve raised not just my curiosity but also the home base’s.”

Ray wished a Cone of Silence into effect, including only those at the table and Mac. “You’ll find those communications blocked at this point, including the camera Jimmy has pointed at you. We’re not blocking Jimmy’s sight, but he’ll have a hard time reading lips at this point.”

“Interesting. How are you doing this, Ray?”

“The most straightforward word to explain it is also the most difficult to accept. Magic. Effectively there’s a class of technologies that Tauriz and I have access to that allows seemingly magical effects such as this, without visible effects or devices required. We aren’t the only ones to have these abilities. If you sign on, we’ll be meeting immediately after this meeting with Ms. Smitts team, Skepsi, Tongxin, and yourselves to explain further. For the moment, know they’re a lot more capable than just blocking signals.

“We’re aware of multiple other organizations with similar but different technologies that have long-term problems with each other and with users of technologies like ours. These problems and players will be addressed more at ten.

“For now, treat it as magic. Other problems we have include NSA being aware of quite a bit of this, exactly how much we’re uncertain, and we’re not sure we understand how they came to recognize our intriguing capabilities. We expect that NSA’s actions have or will shortly bring us to other nation-states and major actors’ attention, and we’re looking for assistance from a team of professionals in different fields.

“Obviously, we’d be looking at you folks for assistance with logistics and financial matters. I intend to merge the team into one as much as practical, so physical defense should be coordinated with Skepsi, cyber/info with Tongxin, legal with Jessica here, and if you folks sign on logistics and financial with you. My intent isn’t to say you’ve got to stop self-defense measures and rely solely on Skepsi. Instead, we intend you to coordinate with each of the others to maximize each other’s primary expertise.

“That’s a lot of words. Questions?”

“Seems sensible. We work well with Tongxin, don’t expect any problems working with Skepsi or Jessica’s people. We are talking about cooperating locally only, correct?”

“Your call, I’m only concerned about the results locally.”

“Good answer. I think we can probably do business with you on this. Any unusual requirements?”

“Not at this time. There may be historical artifacts that may need to be moved about, eventually, but that may also be blind optimism on my part. There will need to be firearms and ammunition shipped around, working with Skepsi primarily, plus personnel as needed, ideally with minimal complications.”

“Hrm. Artifacts? Those can get expensive.”

“Let’s leave that as a possibility, which we’ll renegotiate if need be. As I said, I have no immediate needs in that vein – I just hope that there may be some required eventually.”

“That’d be fine, then. Firearms and ammo we can handle easily. Personnel shouldn’t be too difficult. Any idea on the next trip?”

“We’re considering trips to the Baltimore & Washington area as well as Long Island. Timing is very much up in the air on the first and might require some subtlety. The Long Island trip would be this coming weekend. And I think there may soon be a trip into the Keane Valley area, but that’s extremely vague at this point.”

Feeling Tauriz’ question via Hinn, Ray took a moment to share his dream of Jann fighting Jann with Jinn hiding in the shadows. As he finished, Paul Boch was saying, “OK, the more time we have to work, the better our solutions will match your needs. I expect we should be able to put something together almost immediately if needs be.”

“Understood, I’d not expect perfect comfort and ease if I said I had to get to Cairo as fast as possible. Which to be clear – I don’t.”

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Here is the next chapter finally. I’ve had a little bit of writers block that’s why it took so long. Thanks again to Silverfox for editing. Without him the story wouldn’t flow as smoothly as it does.

Comments please tell me how you liked the story or what I need to fix

Thanks Jen

Note: Baka means Idiot in Japanese

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Miyu arrived at the throne room to find Jin and Zack arguing. Augustine and Irvin were sitting on the thrones, both looking very annoyed. Quietly walking up to them, Miyu bowed politely.

“Good morning, father. I take it all is not well.”

Irvin looked up at her, forcing a smile. “You are correct. Jin has informed us of your attacker.”

“Yes. Last night, after you left, I was on my way to find Jin and was attacked.”

“On your way to find Jin?” Irvin looked at her, grinning.

She blushed deeply. “Silver was with him. I went to get him.”

Irvin looked at Augustine and smiled. “Looks like our children have developed something for each other.”

“I can see that, now. No wonder he asked,” Augustine answered.

“What did he ask?” Miyu said, looking back at Jin.

“Should we tell her?” asked Augustine, smiling coyly.

“Will you all stop keeping secrets from me?!” Miyu yelled, a little annoyed.

“All right Miyu, no need to get angry. Jin has asked for your hand,” Irvin answered, smiling.

Miyu’s mouth dropped open at her father’s words. She remembered Jin’s words the previous night. He said six months was enough to make her his. She did not believe in love at first sight, but that changed when she saw Jin. There was something about him that attracted her to him. He did not look at her with lust in his eyes the way Zack did. He did not give off the feeling that all he wanted was to get her into his bed. He actually cared about what she thought.

She noted Jin and Zack were still arguing. She looked more closely at Jin and realized how handsome he really was. He was arguing, but he never lost his composure. His hair fell over his green eyes, but you could see they still blazed with passion. Shaking her head, she began listening to their argument.

“You don’t even know her,” Zack screamed, banging his fist on the table in front of him.

“I have learned more about her in these two days, than you have in your years of knowing her,” Jin snapped back.

“I have already asked for her hand. She will be mine, ” snorted Zack.

“She is not a prize to be won! She can make her own decisions,” responded Jin, calmly.

“She is a woman. She belongs to the man she marries,” hissed Zack.

Miyu’s eyes went red at Zack’s words. She started to walk toward him, her fist clenched tightly.

“Miyu calm down and don’t interfere,” Irvin called out, but it was too late.

Miyu’s fist drove into Zack’s jaw. She stood there getting ready to strike again, when a calm hand gripped hers, firmly, but gently holding her back.

“It’s all right Hima. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Jin said, calmly.

“BAKA!! You have no morals, Zack!” Miyu said, as she lay back against Jin, enjoying the touch of his body against hers.

Smiling, Jin wrapped balıkesir escort his arms around Miyu, holding her close. She had calmed down and settled willingly into his arms.

“Have they told you yet?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes, they told me,” she responded softly, hugging his arms more firmly against her.

“You don’t have to answer now.”

“I want to be with you. I will marry you.

Picking her up, he let out a whoop as he spun her around in a circle. As he settled her back on the ground, she turned and faced him, smiling lovingly at him. He touched her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to kiss me?” Miyu coaxed.

Laughing at her boldness, he bent down and kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her, his hands playing over her back and shoulders.

“It’s settled then. When will we have the wedding?” Irvin asked Augustine

“I suggest we have it as soon as possible. We do not know when the enemy will strike,” Augustine answered

“On the next full moon, then?”

“When is that?”

“Four days from now.”

“Jin! Four days! That’s all you have left of your freedom,” Augustine called out.

“Four days is too long, father,” Jin answered.

“That is the next full moon, my love. The anniversary of the day my mother died,” Miyu said, softly.

“Is that all right then?” he asked, tenderly grazing her cheek with a finger tip.

“Yes. What better way to honor my mother than by starting a new life on the day hers ended?”

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“I have seen the woman of my dreams,” a cold voice said

“Is she really that amazing?” a woman’s voice asked

“You have no idea, Lexi. She is like a cherry blossom.”

Lexi tossed her gold locks behind her back. She was tall and slim, with a beautiful, pale face.

“So, you’re going to take her?” she asked.

The man stepped out of the shadows and pulled his cloak off. He was taller than Lexi, and just as pale. He was handsome, but his eyes were as red as blood.

“Yes. I will make her mine.”

“Well, get working, brother. Our time to attack is near.”

“The next full moon! Yes, I know.”

“Then get on with it, Seth. We have no time to waste. The Arch angel must be ours!” Lexi snapped.

Seth grinned widely. “The Arch angel will be ours. Do not fear. Four days from now, she will be here in our castle.”

Rolling her eyes, Lexi answered, “You mean in your bed.”

Seth simply looked at his sister and smiled.

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The next day was full of laughter and preparation. Mel was already fitting Miyu for her wedding dress. Miyu sat on her bed, petting silver.

“Mel, why do I have a sense of forboding?”

“What do you mean, Princess?”

“It’s just your nerves.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Princess, you are so much like your dear mother was. You have hidden powers. When in danger, look inside yourself. You have much more than fire protecting you.”

Confused, Miyu looked at Mel. This was not the first time she had heard something like that. bartın escort She had forgotten until now. It was when her mother was on her death bed. Her mother

was speaking to her father. They were her last words.

“Irvin, there is a great battle in Miyu’s future. Protect her with everything you have. She is special. She has not only vampire blood running through her veins. She is the Arch Angel. The

child of heaven and hell. She has more than the fires of hell protecting her.”

“The fires of hell”. That was it! The fire that automatically protected her was the fire of her darker half. What was the other half? A child of heaven and hell, the Arch Angel! What did it

all mean?

These thoughts raced through her head. Why hadn’t anyone explained to her what her mother meant? Perhaps they didn’t realize she had heard what her mother had said. She got up and pointed to her head. Silver knew this meant it was time to go and he flew up and roosted on top of her head.

“I have to go ask father something. I’ll be back,” she said, heading toward the door.

“Just know I’m here for you,” Mel said, smiling.

Miyu smiled back, nodded and walked out the door. After she was gone, a man appeared in the room, covered with a black cloak.

“Is she ready?” he asked, quietly.

“Yes, but I think she’s getting suspicious. She seems to be searching for answers.”

“That’s where I come in. Good work, Mel.”

“Don’t you hurt her, Seth.”

Laughing, he grabbed her by the throat. “Don’t you tell me what I can and cannot do!”

Looking frightened, Mel nodded.

“Very good. I will be back for her when the moon is full.”

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The throne room was lined with soldiers of both the human race and the vampire race. This was a battle meeting being held by Irvin and Augustine. They were seated on the thrones. They both looked tired and irritated. Zack sat to Irvin’s right, his jaw bruised from Miyu’s punch. Jin sat on Augustine’s left. He, too, looked annoyed.

“We have to do something now!” screamed one of the soldiers.

“How many times do we have to tell you we are not attacking until after the wedding?” Irvin snapped.

At that very moment, Miyu quietly entered the room with Silver. She heard the argument and decided to stay quiet.

Silver had other ideas. When he saw Jin he flew straight to him, landing on his head.

Laughing, Jin looked at the door and saw Miyu.

“Ah, Miyu! Come sit with us,” Irvin said, motioning her to join them.

She walked up to the front and took a seat next to Jin. He reached out and took her hand in his as Irvin resumed the military debate.

“We don’t know their plan of attack, so our best strategy is a defensive ambush,” Irvin advanced. Heads nodded all around the room with murmurings of assent.

“So, an ambush it is! Who will lead it?” one of the generals asked.

“That is what we have to decide right now. I suggest Jin would be the best choice. He is an expert on covert operations,” Augustine stated.

“That would be good, but I recommend Miyu.” Irvin answered.

“Me? Why me?” Miyu asked batman escort looking toward her father.

“You have the best chance. The subtleness of a woman. What a better way to attack them.”

“A woman cannot do a mans job.” Someone screamed out.

“BAKA! I’m more qualified then half of you men in here.” Miyu screamed.

Irvin laughed at her words. He knew it was true. She was agile and small. She could slip through the strongest defense with ease.

“Do you think it wise to put her in danger my lord?” Zack asked.

“You of all people should know her strength. Just look at your jaw.” Irvin snapped back.

Looking away Zack clenched his fist. Not only was he losing the girl he wanted to a human, but he also had a bruise that proved her power.

“Well two minds are better then one.” Jin announced.

“That’s right we can work together. We’ll get more information that way.” Miyu agreed.

“Then its decided the two of you will make up a plan and infiltrate enemy territory.” Augustine said looking to Irvin for hs approval.

“Very well get working you two. Two days after your wedding you will put your plan into motion.” Irvin spoke quietly.

After he spoke the men all walk out of the room. Jin and Miyu stayed seated as their fathers started to walk.

“Three more days, Hima.” he whispered.

“Three days that will last a lifetime.”

“It will go by fast. We’ll be spending a lot of time together as well.”

“Yes we have to come up with a plan.”

“I’m sure it will be easy.” Jin said leaning in and kissing her.

Irvin sighed as he saw this. His little girl would be leaving after she married. Jin has his own kingdom to run. Irvin knew Jin would not leave his home for theirs. Walking up to them he put his hands on Jin’s shoulders.

“I’d like to talk to you.”

Looking up Jin smiled. “Of course”

He kissed Miyu one last time and walked out with Irvin. Miyu pointed to her lap and Silver let out a soft growl as he flew off Jin’s head. The two men smiled and bid her farewell as they walked out of the room.

Irvin and Jin walked down the hallway in silence. There was something Irvin had to tell Jin he knew he would know what he meant but still didn’t know how to say it.

“My lord, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Jin finally asked.

“It’s about Miyu. About her origin.” Irvin answered.

“She is half human half vampire is she not?”

There was a long pause before Irvin spoke again. “Not exactly. She is a half-breed but she is not half human.”

“Then what is she?”

“Miyu is a legend….” Irvin said as he stopped and faced Jin. “She is a child of the moon and of the sun, of fire and ice. A child of light and dark.”

“A child of dark and light?” Jin asked confused.

“How do I put this. She is like Yin and Yang.”

“I still don’t understand. How can she be dark and light?”

“She is the chosen child Jin.”

“She can’t be…”

There was a legend of a child of dark and light who would save the world and finally bring piece between the people of light and dark. It was just a legend that had been passed down for generations. There was a child who fit the description before but he turned his heart to the darkness in the end. The entire world was waiting for this legend to come true, and here she was sitting in the castle for so long.

“Yes she is that child. She is a child of heaven and hell.”

“The Arch Angel…” The words slipped softly from Jin’s lips.

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I walked by a waterfall. It was always the little things that struck me while in VR. How I wish I could feel the heat of the sun or the mist from the spray. I always did like exploring new worlds and new places but not every one of them made me feel, jealous? Envious? I wasn’t sure what the right word was. What word was there for wanting something that was at least decades out of reach? I didn’t know.

“Baki! What are you doing way over here? Oh hey! You updated your model!”

I smiled. Both in game and out of it. Even If I couldn’t exactly feel anything in VR, it was still one of the best experiences I could have ever hoped for. After all, where else could I have gotten such a cute boyfriend?

“You didn’t tell me you were hopping on Nova! You should have messaged me.”

“Bah, I saw you were online and joined you, what, you want me to send you a text every time I take a breath too?”

VR was weird. Names for starters. You got to choose your own names online, because of course you did, but it was different when it wasn’t just over a discord call or a in game chat or etc, but someone ostensibly standing right in front of you, calling you by that name. That was the first weird thing, among thousands.

I had a bit more immersion than other people. Phantom touch was something I was told about early on and it sounded pretty stupid to me at first. Apparently, for some people, they could feel it if someone touched them in VR. For some unknown reason. I, of course, didn’t believe that… till Nova ran his hand down my face and I partially freaked out when I felt it. It wasn’t like there was actually a hand there, but it was weird. Too, too real given it was just a screen over my face.

Nova had just laughed at me. He was one of the first people I met in the game. He got to show me around and introduce me to all sorts of things. It was, amazing. I had gotten a headset because VR sounded cool and played vrchat because it was not only the most popular, but also because it was free. And everything just kept surprising me.

The first time I saw people talk and it actually felt like they were talking, as their eyes and mouths moved, as their hands and bodies mimicked their actual movements, it was like watching someone move through a sheet but, more? That’s how it felt to me at least. Holograms was the word that always came to my mind.

The first time I had ridden a dragon, or sailed on a pirate ship, or piloted a jet. They all were so much more than I expected them to be. Even if I couldn’t actually feel those like I did when someone was touching me, they were more than nothing. As if they were a third of the way to being real.

VR was great but I think that just made me more upset. I wanted it to be even more real. To be like it was in manga and anime, to be deep dive, to actually feel the controls of a jet in my hand, to feel the salty breeze pass over my face, to hold Nova in my arms and… but it was all just, a hologram in a way.

I heard a snapping sound.

“What the…”

“Like it? I added it to my model recently. You always space out so now I can literally snap you out of it.”

“You’re a dork.”

He poked me in the nose and laughed.

I looked up at him. Nova had never really changed his avatar much. If you were any normal person, you’d be excused for thinking he looked female. That was just how VR was. No, he had a femboy avatar, just one that leaned towards the lanky. He had made it himself. Tall, feminine, long purple hair, black short shorts, and a black shirt that didn’t cover the stomach… and that was it. Female at first glance until you noticed the flat chest and a rather significant bulge. He’d caught more than a few people in vrchat that looked at him and only realized he was a male avatar after looking down.

As for me…

“Come on, let’s go see what you’ve changed.”

We walked over to a mirror and I saw myself. If you were any normal person and didn’t think I was female, you were crazy. And sadly, you’d still be wrong. I, can’t explain it. I wasn’t feminine irl and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be but, given all the available options… this was the one I always chose. I just looked… beautiful I guess. Cute, maybe.

I wore a nice cute hoodie that even had cat ears on it. And it stretched all the way down to my knees. Small cute face, short hair that fell around my cheeks, and short. Something that Nova felt the need to point out every other day it seemed. Taking off my hoodie with the click of a button showed something a bit more… lewd.

I had a flat bra across my chest and what could only be seen as a speedo. But it looked good! Nova was chuckling to himself for some reason.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that! Why are you laughing at me?!”

“I’m just remembering the first time you found out my model was a guy…”

“Shut up!”

Those memories need not be revisited! They were unimportant. Even if I did aksaray escort have a bit of gay panic from a model… it wasn’t important!

I clicked two more buttons and the rest of my clothes fell away, showing my nude model. It had been surprisingly annoying to get the skin tone to match well. That was all I had really changed but I had been trying to make it look less, well, just better really. I had succeeded if Nova had been able to tell from just a glance.

He moved up behind me and I saw through the mirror as he reached around and started stroking my cock. A slight shiver ran through my body, phantom sense rearing its head.

“Don’t be mean!”

“Come on, I know you don’t have work for a few hours. What, run out of lube?”

I honestly wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t just work in a few hours, something had been bothering me for a long time. Nova kept trying to play but he noticed my slumped body pretty fast and stopped. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. No, I did but…

“I hate it.”

“Baki…”

We had talked about it before. I didn’t have any delusions, not like I first did. I recognized I was bi, I loved Nova, I wished I could be with him.

But I couldn’t.

And I hated that.

“Our bodies IRL are just… we can’t shapeshift. I wish we could shapeshift.”

My voice cracked slightly.

It was a painful reality. People in VR could look however they wanted but their personality shined through. I knew I was bi, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly physically attracted to Nova. If I could force myself to be, I would. But that’s just not how the human mind works. And I hated it. I hated it so, so much. There was a reason I wanted deep dive VR so bad. Forget the world, the sights, the sounds and everything else. Just being able to hold Nova would be all I wanted and more. Instead of being stuck in this, self hatred.

The early days had been rough. Finding out that Nova’s avatar was male had been a slightly funny gay panic. Falling in love with him had not been. It had felt, stupid. Very stupid at first. All of it I guess. Falling in love with someone online happened all the time, but it hadn’t happened to me before now. Especially not with a guy. The problem was that I was pretty sure I was straight. But personalities hardly care about what’s below the belt. What do you do when you love someone but not their body? I felt like, I could only love him in VR. Like he had to be wearing a costume for me to love him. And I hated that. No, even that wasn’t my first thoughts or reactions. Those feelings only came way later. I felt confused first. Annoyed second. Then came the pain.

I had talked to him about it, eventually. Not at first, god no, who does that? “I love you and that confuses me and I’m not sure what to do about it, and it hurts!”, no one just admits that. But he was my friend, my first friend, my best friend. It had been, a rough few years before him. Before VR. He was the person I talked to about this type of stuff. He was always there for me. Eventually I just, had to tell him. Not because I really wanted to but because it wasn’t just a slight thing, it was all I could think and focus on. Every day I just burned with how much I wanted him. A rejection would hurt less than this confusing mess.

He had listened to me, and held me. It wasn’t real, it was like a hologram or a ghost giving you a hug, but I could feel it and I knew he cared, and that meant the world to me.

I wasn’t expecting his first words though.

“That sucks.”

I wanted to deck him. Knock his teeth out. Here I was saying a bunch of, what I felt was, utterly stupid nonsense that was eating away at me and those were his first words. His next words were…. Worse? Worse.

“Well, I love you too. Wanna go out?”

Worse. I may have said a few things in anger. Maybe a lot of things in anger. He had just laughed and asked again after I was done being mad.

“I’m, I’m not gay!”

“Who cares? You like me, I like you, simple.”

“I’m gonna kill you. Literally. With my own two hands wrapped around your neck. It’ll be a glorious day for mankind. They’ll sing my praises that I finally killed the most stupid jokester.”

“Hey, I’m serious! Let’s go out!”

I had fallen in love with an idiot. That tracked. I couldn’t exactly just say no after all that. Once we had our heart to heart and actually started dating, even thinking about it filled me with love I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t deserve how good he made me feel in my heart. As for the more physical side of things… phantom touch helped a lot and once I learned what a lovense was, well, there were no issues on that front, that’s for sure. Spending time with him felt the same as always except more, nice. Warmer. Happier. I felt that fluttery feeling whenever I was around him, the kind that makes you smile all the time. Love felt good. Love felt really good. I don’t know how else to describe it, I’m not a wordsmith. It just felt good.

Until amasya escort it didn’t.

I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. Not just to hang out together or to watch movies together. I wanted him. I wanted something more, serious, too. To really be with him. It wasn’t enough, what we had. To feel phantom touch, to pleasure each other with lovenses, to see his model. I wanted more.

I wanted him to hold me, to hear his heartbeat, feel his hands through my hair, his lips on my lips. I wanted so much more.

And he told me no.

“Baki, look, we can’t. You know we can’t.”

“Why not Nova? Come on. I could get a plane ticket and-“

“Baki. You don’t even know what I look like.”

His words struck a chord in me.

Then he sent me a picture.

I never knew how much I could hate myself till that moment. We had been friends for over a year, had been dating for at least a few months, and he was right. We had never actually seen each other. It just hadn’t been important or ever came up. Now it had. And I understood immediately. He wasn’t ugly. Not at all. He had a beard, an okay face, wore glasses, he looked like any normal guy you’d see on the street.

And that was the problem. He was so distinctly male. There was a reason I had never thought I was gay or even bi. I had no physical attraction to him. More, really. I was put off by the idea of physically touching him in any kind of sensual or sexual way.

That had been one of the shittiest weeks of my life. I had stared at that picture, trying to imagine kissing it, trying to imagine having sex with him, or doing anything more.

And failed. Over and over again.

It felt like a slap to the face. How can two people fall in love but not be able to actually do anything because their bodies weren’t compatible? What the fuck.

It wasn’t even a one way street. I showed him my own picture and it wasn’t exactly like he was leaping for joy. I didn’t blame him, we were both just, stuck. Trapped. Bound to bodies we had never chosen and given the gift of being able to love in a space without them.

Only for technology not to have advanced enough for us to truly not need them. Physical intimacy was, impossible. We were cursed by kindness. Which brought us to this moment.

“I know you hate it. I do too.”

“You don’t act like it.”

I knew there was some venom there, in my voice. I was just so, frustrated. And it hurt. It hurt that I couldn’t do anything with him because of my own stupid brain. And he never seemed to hate it like I did. It always seemed like he didn’t even care.

“Because you’re here with me, right now. I’m sorry if I don’t show it enough, but I love you. You mean the world to me, you know that. We’re in a shitty situation but it’s enough to have you here with me. I’d take having you not and not being able to feel you, over never having you, every day of my life. You’re my boyfriend Baki, and I’m always going to be here for you.”

He hugged me.

I sighed and sat down, my model following my movements.

“I just wish things were different.”

We both stared out from the island we were on. I saw a bright light and frowned. Was there another person here? or did the world have something so bright?

It grew brighter and I realized my headset must be the problem as I felt like I was going blind. I reached up to take it off as it covered my whole vision.

And then there was nothing but darkness.

.

.

.

I woke up feeling groggy. Which was weird, I didn’t remember drinking last night. The music was nice though.

I froze.

The music was familiar but that wasn’t what had frozen me.

I had opened my eyes.

And this, this was not my bedroom. No, it was? Just not the one in my house. It was the one from vrchat. Had I fallen asleep in VR again? If I did, I’d be amazed. That always left me feeling terrible. Hey, maybe I did and that was why I felt so groggy.

I leaned up, my hood falling back and hair getting in my eyes. My brain began yelling at me. I blinked and shook the hair out of my face, wondering what my brain was trying to tell me. I felt…

I felt.

My eyes shot open wide and I could feel my heart beating more and more. I could feel it. My heart beat. I could feel the bed underneath me, clothes I wasn’t wearing, hair on my face. I was hyperventilating slightly. I didn’t have any idea what was going on.

I looked down at my hands and gasped. These, these weren’t my hands. No, no, they were? I recognized these hands. I had made these hands. I had spent countless hours making these hands. I got off the massive bed I was in and nearly fell flat on my face. My body was, wrong. No, not wrong, different. My heart rate was threatening to explode out of my chest, my vision was starting to go white from adrenaline.

I saw a flat wall, a flat wall I remembered. With two buttons on it. I stumbled forward, not thinking, needing to touch them, needing to know. My brain wasn’t working, antalya escort my breath wasn’t working, my body was different, and every moment that I struggled to move forward, as my brain fed me more information about myself, the air, the world I was in, the more I felt myself get light headed.

I made it to the button. I hit it. And gasped.

I fell back on my ass, nearly crashing my brain as the force went through my new body. Because it was new. I saw. I saw in the mirror. I wasn’t, me anymore. I was wearing a hoodie, fallen back now. My face was in front of me, cute, small, female. My hair fell to the sides of my face and touched my cheeks. I was short. I moved my arm up and the arm followed my movement in the mirror.

I had become my model. No, no, it was way more than that wasn’t it?

In shock and awe, I looked around, my mouth hanging open. The room was familiar. It was simple and nice and what I used for my homeworld. My homeworld in VR. Just a big apartment with some nice lights and a big bed. Somewhere I could relax.

I wasn’t feeling very relaxed right now. My breath had been stolen and was coming out shaky as I looked all around me, eyes finally falling back on, well, me.

Because it was me.

It was the body I had made from scratch. Made in blender, finished in unity, put into the game. But it wasn’t a game anymore. Not it was, me. It wasn’t a body I had just, made anymore. Or, well, it was but it was so much more than just a virtual body now. It was a physical body.

My brain was struggling.

I could feel my lack of height, the hair around my head, the different shape of my arms, legs, head, face, the lack of hair on my body, the flat bra I was wearing, the speedo underneath gripping me way too tightly, my tight ass, even my tongue felt different in my mouth. There was not a single thing unchanged.

I just, stared. My brain was overwhelmed by more than just my body. The minutes stretched, on and on and on, until my daze pulled back just slightly. I couldn’t even stand, but I reached down and tried to pull my hoodie off.

Which, was difficult. I had never planned on actually going through the motions of clothes removal in this thing! Trying to take off a hoodie that went down to your knees wasn’t simple. It was a task but it barely took my attention. Finally, I managed to get it off and blushed, hard. I could even see me doing that, despite me never giving this body the ability to do that.

I knew I was wearing a flat bra and a tight speedo around my junk but… seeing it, seeing my bulge and how lewd I looked, I had to turn away. That, that was… I collapsed with my back on the carpet and stared at the ceiling.

No thoughts ran through me, nothing concrete. Just various emotions. Mostly,

‘AHHHH?!!!!!???????!!!’

And

‘What what what what what what what what what what’

And

‘………………..what…..what…….what…..’

And finally

‘…..thank god.’

I gulped when that last sensation fled through me. Awe and thankfulness. I knew what this was, what this meant, down into the depths of my core. I was here. But, well, that meant nothing so long as-

There was a sound and I jumped like a cat that had been scalded by boiling water.

It was a notification, one I knew. One that rang when-

When someone was arriving in my world.

I looked over to my patio outside, the spawn point of my world, and saw a mass of blue triangles had appeared. Rather than being a form like normal, they seemed to be more so, revolving around something. Like a protective layer. When they disappeared, I learned that I could be shocked twice.

It was Nova.

Nova was here.

He was in his own model, his black short shorts, his long hair in a ponytail, his black shirt that didn’t reach his bra.

His piercing green eyes staring at me in shock and worry.

“…Baki?”

He was scared. His voice was different, but only slightly. It was still him. And he was scared and worried. That’s all I needed to know. I ran at him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise, and hugged him.

I could hug him! He was here! He was real! He was okay!

I didn’t consider myself a sensitive man, but I had to hold back tears. He was, he was, he was here. My… my boyfriend was here. With me. Nothing else mattered, not even our bodies. I realized that in that moment, what he must’ve felt all this time. Our IRL bodies had always been a barrier that I hated and that hadn’t changed. But it had never bothered him as much. Because despite that barrier, like looking through a window, I had always been there with him. For a moment, for a singular microsecond, I worried that wouldn’t be the case. That I had ended up here alone. I had never, I had never heard Nova scared before. He must’ve thought the same.

I held him and he held me, his arms reaching down and holding me close, squeezing me. We were both holding back tears, I knew. The idea of leaving each other, of never having each other again, it hurt. It was, it hurt. It hurt more than I would’ve thought and I had never thought it would be anything but the worst possible thing.

Judging by how tightly Nova was squeezing and was crying, he must’ve felt it even stronger than I did. His voice washed over me, and my heart broke.

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Author’s note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text.

Thank you for reading. Please enjoy.

Chapter 4

“Try it.”

“No way.”

“Come on, it’s your birthday.”

“I wouldn’t know how!”

“It’s easy. Just put it to your lips and breathe in.” Tommy Jensen demonstrated by giving his joint a quick toke. “Just a small little puff. Ease into it.”

Where am I?

He handed the joint off to Lana. She looked at it quizzically with those bright green eyes, then put the joint between her coral lips. The joint smoldered a bit, and she immediately began coughing hard. Tommy laughed a bit.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, taking the joint back. “It’s never easy at first. That’s why you start out slow.” She watched as he took a much deeper hit, controlling his breath with expert confidence. “Just breathe normally. That’s the trick. Want to try again?”

“Maybe later,” Lana replied with a cough. She took another swig of her beer and looked out into that beautiful midnight vista from their perch on Harmony Cliffs. Tommy stared at her. He could see her nipples poking through her T-shirt, teasing the shape of the breasts underneath that thin cotton sheet.

“What are you thinking?” she asked him. “I mean, when you’re on that stuff.”

“Right now, I can see the stars in your eyes,” he told her. “Your skirt blowing in the wind, it’s like waves in the ocean.”

“Well, you can see the stars up there,” she pointed out, with a finger towards the sky, “and the ocean is right over there.”

“I prefer this view.”

“That’s sweet,” Lana said with a smile as she kissed him on the cheek. They traded a look.

What’s going on? When is this happening?

“You don’t have to leave,” he implored her.

“You think I want to?” Lana retorted, taking another drink. “Believe me, going to Wellesley was my dad’s choice, not mine.”

“So don’t go.”

“And then what? Where would I go? What would I do?”

“I thought this was a town built by artists. You couldn’t make a living here?”

She shrugged. “Daddy wants a politician in the family.” Lana reached over to stroke his cheek. “Come on, Tommy-Tommy. You’ve got a life in De Lilla. You don’t have to give it up just because I’m not here.”

He held her hand against his cheek. “What did you ever see in me?” Tommy asked her.

In response, Lana merely took his joint and gave it a puff. Just as Tommy told her, she gave it a small and steady inhale, trying to breathe normally. She still coughed a bit, but it wasn’t nearly as painful.

“Right now,” said Lana, with a hand on his crotch. “I see a birthday present you promised me.”

Tommy rolled up what was left of the joint and put it in his breast pocket. “You want your present?” he asked with a wide, razor-sharp grin.

Not that. Please not that.

She matched his grin as she crawled on top of him. “Oh, I want it.”

He stretched himself out on the grass. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm… so bad.” She straddled Tommy and they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced around in each others’ mouths as Tommy’s hips grinded into hers. She rubbed his toned biceps as his hands held her waist, inching her shirt up. Then she took his hands.

“No, no,” she softly admonished him. “Me first.”

She pinned his hands above his head as they continued kissing, fumbling as she peeled his shirt off. Even as she kissed his neck and chest, she marveled at the firm lines of his muscles, casting moonlit shadows over his skin. His abs were like sculpted marble, but of course she didn’t intend to stop there.

Tommy saw the way her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her grin was positively radiant as she slowly undid his zipper and pulled his pants down with his boxers. Lana let out a short laugh as his massive cock sprang into view.

She rubbed her palm along the bottom of his thick shaft. “Is this all for me?”

Tommy returned her grin. “It’s all for you, babe.”

Please don’t. Please stop.

Lana started with his scrotum, licking him all along the sack right up to the base of his shaft. She buried her face in his crotch as she sucked and licked his balls with expert finesse.

Tommy’s whole body went erect at the sensation. “Oh, baby!” he moaned. “This – Ah! Ah! – this can’t be your first time.”

Lana only smiled in response as she slowly licked the underside of his shaft, one inch at a time. She licked and kissed the sensitive organ all up and down, going back and forth between the tip and the sack.

“Ooh, Tommy-Tommy,” Lana purred, stroking his cock at the base. “You look amazing.”

Lana slowly stroked his shaft, licking all around the throbbing head of his dick, getting it good and wet. Then she wrapped her mouth around the head so tightly that it made a popping noise when she pulled it back out.

“Ah!”

“Oh, you like that?” Lana asked afyon escort with a smirk. She made that popping noise again and again in quick succession. Every time, her lips caught against the ridge of his glans in such a way that thepop!created friction that spread like a tremor through his whole body.

She licked all up and down his shaft again before taking his tip into her mouth again. As she sucked off his tip and cradled his balls with one hand, Lana’s other hand was cranking up, down, and sideways to spread her spit all over his length.

“Ah, just like that, baby,” groaned Tommy. “Just like that!”

Stop this. For the love of God, stop this!

Once or twice, Lana’s mouth ventured a few inches lower, mostly when Tommy involuntarily thrusted into her face. But the whole time, Lana focused on the sensitive head of his cock, swirling her tongue all around the tip as she jerked him off with heavenly speed.

She could feel his breath quickening. She could hear his moans getting deeper and she could see his eyes rolling back. And her hand on his scrotum could feel the telltale spasms. She never took her lips away from his cock, but looked up and nodded as the signal to go ahead.

As his back arched and his legs went rigid, Tommy moaned to the heavens as he shot his seed right into Lana’s mouth. And she kept on stroking his wilting erection, milking his dick for all it was worth until she had lapped up and swallowed every drop.

Tommy lay there panting and gasping for breath. “I thought you said you were a virgin!” he gasped out.

Lana licked her bright pink lips. “I am. Blowjobs don’t count.”

Tommy blinked in response. “What?”

“I keep everything above the waist and still tell Daddy I’m a virgin.”

Tommy smiled and shook his head. “Clever girl.”

Lana gave him a wicked smile as she peeled off her clothes. With nothing on underneath, her flawless naked form was exposed to the open air and starlight. She sat on the grass facing Tommy, with her legs wide open.

No. No no no.

“To hell with him,” she said. “I want more.”

Her red hair seemed to burn like an open flame. Her gorgeous green eyes were impossible to resist. But her breasts. Those pert, perfectly-formed breasts with bright pink nipples that stuck out into firm nubs begging to be sucked.

Tommy scrambled over and stroked those breasts as he kissed her hard. He kissed her mouth, her jawline, her neck, her shoulder, all while his thumbs rubbed furiously across those beautifully erect nipples.

“Oh, Tommy!” she moaned. “Oh, baby!” Lana was so overcome with lust for more that her pelvis started rocking against his. And every time, she could feel his manhood growing larger and thicker against her soft lower lips.

Tommy went down to her breasts, kissing and sucking on the nipples that so desperately pleaded for his attention. All the while, Lana nurtured his tender organ, reaching down and rubbing it back to erection as she begged for more, more, more.

I can’t see this. I don’t want to see this.

Finally, Tommy dove between her legs. He saw a thick nest of bright red hair, already stuck together with Lana’s sticky satisfaction. Tommy reached through the hair to run a finger all up and down the lips of her pussy. She was already soaking wet, so slippery that Tommy could barely hold her labia open.

“Looks to me like you’re ready,” he observed, as he licked his fingers clean. Tommy got on his back, his dick pointing straight up in the air. Lana straddled him immediately, gently pointing his dick at her slick entrance.

“You set the pace here,” he told her. “Go as fast or as slow as you like.”

Lana nodded, then stuck the head of his rod inside of her. When she was done gasping for having even that much inside of her, Tommy put his hands on her hips.

“One… two…” When Lana said “three!”, she deflowered herself with one strong and sudden thrust, right up to the hilt. Her whole body went rigid, and her mouth was stuck open in a noiseless scream.

Why can’t I turn away? Please, please let me turn away.

Tommy willed himself not to move, though every muscle in his body was aching to squirm as his swollen member felt the tight pressure of her fresh channel. When Lana finally caught her breath, she started grinding her hips this way and that. She moved slowly at first, but Lana seemed addicted to whatever she was feeling.

“Oh, God,” she cried out. “Oh, yes!” Her pert breasts jiggled as she moved up and down, slamming his dick inside of her with slow and forceful thrusts. The sight greatly aroused Tommy as he thrust upward in time with her.

Finally, Lana leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground for leverage as she moved her hips up and down faster. Tommy’s whole body went rigid, his breath tightening as the pressure and friction all over his cock drove him mad with pleasure. He reached down to grab her ass, and she gave a blissful yelp every time he smacked her round backside.

Stop aydın escort it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it…

And then Lana rolled over so that Tommy was on top of her. “Don’t stop,” Lana begged him. “Whatever this is, make me feel more. Make me feel more. Yes, yes, yes!”

Sweat rolled down Tommy’s arms as he thrust his hips. Her eyes rolled backward as he plowed into her. Tommy could feel her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“Faster!” she cried out. “Faster, come on, do me faster!” And Tommy did as she said, ramming into her as hard and fast as he could.

I wasn’t there. I had nothing to do with this. I didn’t know, I swear!

Lana’s skin flushed pink with life as waves of pleasure and pain built up to a crescendo. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

She kept on screaming over the sound of Tommy’s furious panting and groaning. She dug her fingers into his back as she felt every muscle in her body shake at once. Tommy moaned out loud as he felt her quivering tunnel spasm around his member. Lana rode out that wave of intense carnal pleasure, only telling him to stop when it felt like her body had been so overloaded with bliss that it was too exhausted to take any more.

Why are you showing me this?!

Tommy pulled out his thick erection, coated with the blood and nectar of his lover’s sex. He jerked off furiously until he reached his own satisfaction, leaving trails of semen to mix with the sweat on Lana’s belly.

God, that’s disgusting!

Tommy lied on the ground next to Lana. Their naked bodies, flush with passion, glistened with sweat in the moonlight. They held each other for a long moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Was that good?” she asked him.

“You were amazing,” he assured her.

“I love you. My Tommy-Tommy.”

I know. And I’m sorry. I swear to God, I’m so sorry.

He replied with a deep kiss. They cuddled together, lying nude and entwined in the starry grass, as Lana softly hummed a lullaby she had known since childhood. And then she looked up, directly at…

Don’t look at me like that! You know I loved you too! Why are you making me see this?! Why are you looking at me like that?! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know, I didn’t know!

***

“I DIDN’T KNOW!!!”

Olivia Prescott woke up with a start. Her screams rang out through the empty bedroom. By instinct, Olivia reached for her bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand. It was empty. Not that they ever did much good anyway. Rubbing her eyes, Olivia checked her clock: 2:53 AM. That made fifteen minutes of sleep so far, if she was lucky. Olivia could barely get through the previous day, and the coming day probably wouldn’t be any easier.

Olivia sighed and tried to go back to bed, hoping and praying that the nightmares wouldn’t come again. She knew they would. It was almost like Lana and Tommy were somehow waiting for Olivia to close her eyes. They kept her awake all night. Every night. Ever since her husband died.

***

Clay had no idea when he had fallen asleep. By the time he saw daylight through his window blinds, he was hunched over in a puddle of drool on his desk. His laptop was still open, showing his millionth online search for Tommy Jensen. He had already spent the whole previous day combing the library, the local paper, and everyplace else that might have had some kind of records he could search, right up until they kicked him out. Everything came up empty.

While popping and stretching every joint in his body, Clay made a mental note to never sleep like that again. After rushing through his usual morning routine and jogging out the door, he immediately stopped at the sight of a parked police car on the other side of the street. Deputy Munoz stepped out.

“Good morning, Clay,” said Munoz. “How are you feeling?”

“Hi. Fine, I guess.”

Munoz held open a backseat door for him. “You should get in the car.”

“Why?”

“Mostly? To keep you safe.”

Clay obligingly stepped inside, and Munoz stepped into the driver’s seat. When the doors and windows were closed, Clay finally asked “What’s going on?”

“We took your advice yesterday. I followed Peele. Deputy Wilson took Nolan.”

“Are they okay?”

“John and Travis? Yeah, they’re fine. But their fathers are dead.”

“What?!” Clay gasped.

“Fell over dead with no obvious cause. Just like the others. And we’ve got three more dead bodies, all adult males, all connected to the last round of victims.”

“When did this happen?”

Munoz checked her notepad. “About two, two-thirty last afternoon.”

“Before we made the deal,” Clay said to himself. “Shit!”

“What deal?” Munoz asked.

“It’s just like I told you,” Clay explained. “We have to find Tommy Jensen. It’s the only way to stop all of this.”

“So who is this guy and how do we find him?”

Clay threw up his hands. “I don’t know. What about you, isn’t there some kind of database ağrı escort for this sort of thing?”

Munoz let out a hollow laugh. “We’re not in San Francisco, Clay. I can’t find Tommy Jensen anywhere, not that I have much to work with.”

“There’s no sign anywhere in this city that he ever even existed. I’ve checked.”

“So we’re stuck?”

Clay let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe not. I have a last resort, if we’re really that desperate.”

Munoz shrugged. “I’m all ears.”

***

Munoz waited outside while Clay knocked on the front door.

“Becca?” he called out. He knocked again. “Becca, it’s me!” He tried the front door – it was locked. Tried the doorbell. “Becca, are you in there? It’s important!”

He could clearly hear something inside. Clay walked around to look through one of the windows. A second later, he was scrambling around the front lawn.

“Munoz!” he called out. “Get over here, she’s in trouble!”

Munoz ran over, but Clay was too busy turning over rocks. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet. Come on, where is it?!”

Then Clay got lucky. All these years later, Becca’s parents still hid a spare key in a fake rock. Clay unlocked the front door and barreled in, with Munoz right behind him. They ran over to Becca, who was lying on her side in the hallway next to her tipped-over wheelchair.

“Becca? Becca, what’s wrong?”

“Go away!” she cried out.

Munoz tried to help Becca sit up, though Becca pulled back. “What happened?” asked Munoz. “Are you hurt? Should I call an ambulance?”

Becca pulled her knees up to her face, trying her best to shrink into the corner. “Don’t touch me!” she wailed. “Just get out. Get out!”

Clay motioned for Munoz to step back. “Can you wait outside?”

Munoz looked from Clay to Becca and back. “You’re sure?”

“We’re good.”

A brief moment later, Munoz turned to leave. “I’ll be in the car.”

When Munoz left, Clay kneeled down next to Becca. “It’s okay, Becca. It’s just us. Just please talk to me.”

“I’m f-fine!” Becca sobbed. “Just g-go away.”

“Becca, look at me.” Nothing. “Look at me,” Clay pleaded.

Finally, Becca wiped her eyes and looked at him over her knees. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bloodshot. Her chestnut hair was a mess and she was still in her pajamas from the night before. She only met his gaze for a moment before looking away.

“I look terrible,” she whimpered.

“I don’t care.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“What?”

Becca buried her head deeper into her knees. “Trenton.”

“Oh, no. No no no. There’s no way he died because of you.”

“We had a fight,” she explained. Her voice had gone raspy. “Some silly, stupid fight that I started for n-no reason. I thought we just needed time, like we could figure it out when we were ready.” She choked back more sobs. “We never did. We never did.”

Clay put his hands on hers. “Becca,” he told her, “you didn’t know. Nobody saw any of this coming.”

She gripped his hands more tightly. “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could tell him I’m so sorry. I was so wrong for laughing at him when I said I wouldn’t and I loved him so much and we could’ve really been something!”

Tentatively, Clay reached over to stroke her hair as she wept. She looked up at the reassuring touch. “He was my friend too,” he reminded her. “And I know he’d be doing the exact same thing if it was the other way around.”

Clay moved to sit beside her. He put an arm around Becca and just sat there, holding her for a long moment.

“He had a tiny dick.”

Slowly, Becca looked at Clay with wide eyes. “What did you say?”

“I don’t know if he ever told you. He never talked about it.”

“Wait, wait. How wouldyou know?” Becca asked him.

“All the guys did. We all shared a locker room in P.E. at some point. Everyone laughed at first – we were kids – and then we didn’t.”

“Why did you stop?”

Clay shrugged. “I dunno. I just remember he could tell a joke right back. He was just so much fun to be around. Everyone loved him. And anyway, no one could laugh him out of the locker room. Too good at soccer.”

After a long pause, Clay continued. “He was so strong and so confident, you’d never even know it mattered to him. I admired that. I’d give anything to tell him that.”

Becca stayed silent.

“You’re great, too,” Clay added.

“Sorry, what?”

“I never got to tell Trenton, so now I’m telling you. It’s great how you lost your legs and you never let it slow you down. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re beautiful, you’re… you’re just amazing.”

Becca looked at him. “Why are you telling me this?”

Clay let out a short laugh. “Well, it’s true!”

“No, no, I mean… why are you saying this. You know, now?”

Clay sighed. “I may not get another chance.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Too many of us are dead already, Becca. Any one of us could be next. And even if we live through this, we’ll be gone after graduation. So if I died tonight, like I was thrown off a cliff or whatever, what would you want me to know?”

Becca hated the question, but she gave it some thought anyway. Finally, she told him “That first time you asked me out… well, you were the first one to do that. And I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to say yes.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes group (mff), elements of anal, reference to incest, and some exhibitionism.

Jeremiah deals with mage payments, personal life panics and getting pimped out just a little bit.

FoF Chapter 6 underwent a new edition editing pass in January, 2022. Continuing thanks to Ante_matter13 for his initial editing all those years ago.

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***1 – Payment Due***

After two days of beating around the bush, you would think the three of us wouldn’t feel quite so awkward about what was about to happen. Lauren was standing across the small motel room, arms folded across her ample chest, uncomfortable despite the fact that she had seemed excited up until this point. Our third wheel seemed just as tentative; Annalise had sat down on the edge of the bed and swept a long lock of her rich brown hair from her face and looked from me to my girlfriend.

I took a deep breath and looked to the fourth person… being… thing in the room, “Adama, I think I’ll need to consult with you briefly in the- ah, washroom.”

She nodded and fluttered to the door. As I went to follow the obese pixie Lauren turned as well but I paused, “Could you stay out here with her?” I nodded towards Annalise. Lauren’s eyebrows knitted in concern but she nodded, moving over to sit beside the brunette as I went to the washroom and closed the door.

“So honey, have you already decided what to do?” Adama asked once we were in private.

“That’s just the thing,” I replied, “I know the who, but not the what and the how. What did the last Seat do for judgements?”

Adama, for the first time, actually looked thoughtful rather than distracted or lustful. “Well, that depends on what you want to do, Jeremiah. If you want to punish George Stoker it would be best if you were to do that in person. It takes much more power, I think the word you would use is exponentially more, the farther away you are attempting to cast a spell.”

Punishing the old coot for believing he could control his family like pawns or worthless puppets was tempting, but not the precedent I wanted to set. If he had never been corrected before, could he really be blamed in full?

“What if I just want to stop him from doing something in the future? Make a law about him or something.”

Adama smiled, “A Proclamation?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not necessarily a law, but I think it should fit your needs, sugar. I made a proclamation that first day you gained your powers, do you remember?” I couldn’t recall the exact words, but it had to do with Adama telling the magical world that I was the new Seat of Fertility. I nodded and she continued, “A Proclamation becomes part of the common knowledge for all magic users. When I announced you, the other seats heard me directly through their own mentors, but everyone else just became aware; it was in their thoughts that you were now the seat.”

“How do I make a Proclamation?”

“The same as casting your spells,” Adama said, waving her hand vaguely. “Focus on the words, touch your power source and then say them out loud. You’ll know if it worked or not.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “This isn’t exactly the sort of stuff I’d been thinking about when you first told me I had magic powers.”

“No, honey, what you were thinking was, ‘What the fuck?’ You didn’t have any expectations, and you weren’t looking for the power. That’s how it is most of the time.”

“True,” I said, a small smile leaking from my lips. “Are we done, then?”

She nodded, “Except for taking your payment. We need to talk soon though, Jeremiah. Your first council meeting is approaching quickly and you need more than raw power for that. You and I and your little cumbucket out there will need to sit down somewhere quiet; Lauren has her own part to play as well.”

“All right,” I agreed, “Soon. Once I get my life sorted, we’ll start training.”

She snorted, “Learning, Jeremiah. You don’t need training, the magic is a part of you. An instinct you are already reacting to. All you need to do is learn to listen to those instincts.”

“Learning, then.”

Adama nodded, then made her little hip-wiggle-hand-clap motion and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Lauren walked over to me and took one of my hands in hers when I left the bathroom, which meant the world to me. I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle all of the craziness of my powers if she wasn’t a part of it all, girlfriend or not.

Annalise sighed, looking back into the bathroom behind me. “You are so lucky.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your mentor,” she frowned. “The fact that you even have one. You have someone… something? adana escort You have a resource to teach you about your powers. All I had was my father.”

I grimaced empathetically, I could only imagine what Annalise had gone through once she had gotten her pyromantic powers. Hell, I thought ruefully. I had just heard the brunette’s case against her father; that he had been attempting to blackmail her into slavery using her younger sister’s life. I still had to pass judgement on it, but first came the payment process, and even though I knew what my decision was already, apparently the other all-powerful Seats allowed people to try and bribe their way into favour. So it had to wait just a little while longer.

“I should use her more,” I said, then turned to Lauren. “I really should. She has things she needs to teach us both before the first Council meeting.”

Lauren smiled and let go of my hand after a brief squeeze, moving over to sit beside Annalise. “So. It’s time.”

Annalise shrugged and looked to her lap, “Yeah.” It was a dramatic change from the first time she had tried to pay me two days ago. She’d approached me in my driveway at night, unzipping her hoodie and showing me her fantastically large breasts with their thick, pierced nipples. Later that night she’d done the same thing in this very motel room, except she’d also had her hand down her underwear to try and entice me as lewdly as she could.

Just thinking of that got my blood flowing. “Annalise, are you ready or do you need a minute?”

She looked back to me and she had a spark in her eyes, her face changing to a look of determination. “I’m ready.”

“Get naked,” Lauren said, one hand rubbing the other girl’s thigh.

Standing, Annalise quickly started unbuttoning her deep red blouse. She had already been showing a deep amount of cleavage and as she shucked the rest of the shirt she revealed a maroon bra, not very fancy but on her voluptuous body with her pale skin it was enticing.

Lauren helped her unzip her black skirt from behind and Annalise let it drop to the floor. She quickly reached behind and undid the bra, slipping it from her chest and dropping it. My mouth went dry and then I quickly felt like I wanted to drool, staring at her tits as they were released. I knew Lauren was a C-cup, with her full breasts high on her chest, and that gave me a bit of reference.

Lindsey, her sister, was probably a D, since Lindsey’s were a little larger than Lauren’s. Annalise though, even though she was a bit shorter than the sisters, had to be in the F range. These knockers were big and fully rounded, drooping healthily from their weight and I had to wonder how Annalise didn’t have back problems.

Each of her nipples was almost as big as a gumdrop, a dusty pink and pieced with a silvery bar. As the bra dropped to the ground and Annalise looked to me for approval I wiped my mouth to make sure I only felt like I was drooling.

From her seat just beside and behind Annalise, Lauren ran her hands down the brunette’s bare sides and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the simple, matching maroon panties and also looked at me. She was smiling a little wickedly and raised one eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Ready for the rest?’

She got her answer from my return glance and smiled more broadly, slowly tugging the panties down Annalise’s hips and thighs, the fabric dipping lower until it revealed a little landing strip of brown pubes. It wasn’t as thick as Lauren’s, but still clearly defined, ending above her otherwise bald slit.

Lauren kept pulling slowly, the crotch of the panties clinging to Annalise’s lips until one last tug separated them and they slid down to the floor. Annalise stood silently, hands opening and closing slowly with nervous energy.

I looked into her big, grey-blue eyes and pulled my shirt off over my head before walking up to her, taking her hips in my hands and kissing her. I could feel the hesitation in her for a moment, then she was kissing me back as her hands came up to the back of my head, weaving into my hair. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt that heat again. The only other time we had kissed it had been a show for my bitchy schoolmate Emily at the mall; I’d gotten a hint of that heat but now I really felt it.

Her every movement sent a tingling of warmth through my lips and tongue, trailing into my body. I moaned, though it came out part grunt as I tried to turn it a little more manly. Her lips curled slightly, smiling into the kiss. I ended up taking her bottom lip lightly between my teeth and pulled back, tugging on it briefly before letting it slip free and ending the kiss. Her breath came hot from her lips and her eyes, wide open now rather than their usually lazy droop, had changed color. The blue was gone, replaced with whorls of orange.

I dipped my head low, my hands sliding up her sides and cupping her massive breasts from below, lifting them up so that I could bury my face in her cleavage ankara escort before turning to one side and running my tongue greedily over tit and nipple, the metal piercing cool and hard amidst the expanse of soft flesh.

She groaned deep in her throat, but the sound cut off in surprise. My eyes rose to her face as my lips locked around her nipple, sucking it firmly. Annalise’s head was turned to the side, Lauren’s hand holding her jaw as my girlfriend kissed Annalise forcefully. The fire mage’s eyes were wide in surprise and she wasn’t really responding to Lauren’s kiss.

I switched nipples for a moment, giving the other one a quick suck and releasing it with a pop before I stood back up. Lauren ended the kiss and Annalise’s jaw worked as she stammered something along the lines of, “Never kissed another girl before.”

Lauren smiled and gave Annalise a playful peck on the lips, “Well now you have. And I hope that’s not all we do. Kissing you is like drinking my sister’s Fireball Whiskey.”

I realized Annalise probably hadn’t been expecting this as part of her payment. She’d known Lauren and I were together, but not that I would include her in something like this. I felt a little bad for a brief moment. OK, maybe bad isn’t the right word. Naughty. I felt a little naughty that this hadn’t been clear before now. That didn’t mean I was going to leave Lauren high and dry, she’d been more than clear that she was just as enamoured with Annalise and her tits as I was.

I turned Annalise back to me and kissed her, closed mouth so we didn’t get locked in again. “This is happening,” I said after the kiss, moving my lips to her ear so that they were brushing her lightly. “Enjoy yourself.”

I pulled back and Annalise looked at me again, her fingers brushing my abs. Her other hand drifted to Lauren and bunched in the front of her shirt. She turned her head back to my girlfriend and tentatively leaned forward and kissed Lauren again, both of them letting it develop into something more intense.

Lauren broke the kiss and quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, letting her firm, if smaller than Annalise’s, tits bounce freely. She smirked happily, seeing me watching her even with the new toys in front of me and in my hands. “Pants,” She demanded.

I let go of Annalise and quickly pulled off my pants and boxers, my mostly hard cock bouncing up heavily to a lazy attention. Lauren tugged me by it, pulling me past her and maneuvering me around until I was sitting on the bed between the two girls.

“Holy shit,” Annalise said, her eyes trained to my crotch.

Lauren laughed, “What?”

“I’ve never… wow. I didn’t think it would be so…”

“Wait, are you a virgin?” Lauren asked.

Annalise blushed and looked up to Lauren. “Well, not technically. I mean, I’ve masturbated with… a lot of different things.”

“But you’ve never had sex?” Lauren asked and Annalise shook her head. “Holy shit balls! And you didn’t lead with that as your offer to pay Jerry?”

Annalise shrugged, embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure he’d like that; maybe he wanted… experience or something.”

I coughed to cover my laugh and Lauren’s face slipped into chagrin. “Wow, I didn’t realize…”

“There’s something else you should know,” Annalise said quietly.

I interrupted her, seeing her hesitation. “Is it the heat?”

She looked up at me, eyes wide in surprise, “You already know?”

I shook my head, “Not fully, but I felt something when you kissed me at the mall, and just now. You’re hot inside, but I don’t know what that means.”

“Was that what I felt?” Lauren murmured. “I thought you were just a good kisser.”

“It’s more than that,” Annalise said through her blushing. “I- Well I’ve been with a few guys, but I always need to stop before we get to sex. My powers started a fire inside me, like a furnace, and if I lose control of it I can be dangerous. So blowjobs are pretty much all I’ve done before. We, ah, we’ll need to figure something out if I’m going to give everything to you.” She lowered her head, “I probably should have told you before, I just… I wasn’t sure what to say.”

I reached out and took her hand in mine. “Look, I know you offered yourself to me, but I’m not going to take your virginity as payment for my judgement. That’s not even close to fair.”

“Are you any good at blowjobs?” Lauren asked after a warm look to me, obviously approving.

“Well I didn’t get any complaints,” Annalise said, smiling just a little. Those smiles, small and just with her lips, were a lot more attractive than her full ones.

Lauren slapped Annalise’s ass like a football coach, “Well, get to it then.” She grinned and took a hold of my dick, waggling it at the other girl. “And I bet you can’t get the whole thing in your mouth. If you can, I’ll let you watch me take it in the ass.”

Annalise looked from my dick to Lauren, then back to my dick, then around to Lauren’s butt. “Done,” she said, adıyaman escort her eyes lighting up at the challenge. She slipped to her knees and took my dick in her hand, holding it by the base as she considered it for a moment.

I have to admit, I have a pretty nice looking dick after I bumped it up to a solid eight inches with my first spell. I was just under average before that, and I still appreciated that Lauren had been more than willing to suck and fuck me before the change.

Annalise brought her face closer and I thought she was going to kiss it, but instead she slowly slipped it between her lips until she had the entire head up to the ridge in her mouth, her tongue slowly circling it firmly and pushing at the sensitive flesh.

“Hmmm,” I hummed in pleasure, my arms sliding back to support myself as I watched her.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and I could feel my dick harden and grow to that final, steely pinnacle. Her eyes were totally orange now, literally smouldering as she looked up into mine. “Wow,” I said.

One corner of her mouth quirked and she pulled back slightly before sliding her lips further down my shaft, stopping about halfway before sliding back, her cheeks impacting as she sucked hard on the slow out stroke.

“Hoo, wow, ok,” I said, my head going back as the pleasure spread through my body. Her mouth was everything that could be expected, plus a hint more because of that tingling heat. It wasn’t just a warmth, it was the heat of a hot shower on a cold day. I could practically imagine steam on my skin.

Lauren got on the bed behind me, kneeling with her legs on either side of one of my arms as she looked over my shoulder at Annalise. “Does that feel good, babe?” She asked me. I nodded and could practically feel the naughty grin I knew was on her face. Her teeth bit into my shoulder ever so lightly as she spread her kneeling legs until I felt her pussy squash onto my fist, braced into the bed. She was already wet, though not soaking like I knew she could get.

Annalise was taking more and more of me, then suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth off of me completely. She held my dick higher and started lapping at the shaft with her tongue before darting lower and giving my balls the same treatment briefly.

“Ooh, look at that,” Lauren moaned as she ground her pussy into my knuckles. I would have turned my hand over and started helping out but I needed it to brace my weight. “Perfect form, she isn’t even forgetting the balls. But I bet she can’t deep throat you.” Lauren flicked my earlobe with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth lightly.

The fire mage pulled away, her orange eyes looking to Lauren, then she opened her mouth wide and took me as deep as she could, which ended up being a surprising two thirds before I hit the back of her mouth. She pulled back out partially and bobbed once, twice, three times. Then she pushed forward all the way, her hands sliding to my thighs as she pushed the head of my dick into her throat. The heat got more intense and my hands curled into fists as I felt her swallowing over and over, her throat rippling around me dick as she buried her nose in my groin.

“Uuugh,” I groaned loudly.

Annalise was making that “Uck, uck, uck,” sound you hear in porno’s when the chick is going hard on the blowjob, though they weren’t nearly as pronounced and I found it sexy instead of gross. That might have been from the fact that it was my dick being choked on, though.

“Fuck,” Lauren said as Annalise bobbed once more than came off my dick gasping for air. “Guess there’s gonna be some booty loving going on.”

Annalise’s nose crinkled up as she flashed us one of her toothy smiles before she raised an eyebrow at me and took my dick in her mouth again, sliding all the way down with only a slight hesitation at her gag reflex point before she was deep throating me again.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, “Wow. So good.”

Lauren was holding onto my arm as she continued to grind her wet pussy against the knuckles of my hand. She squeezed me lightly, “Better?”

I knew what she was asking, and I didn’t hesitate to answer truthfully. “A little, but honestly it’s the magic heat thing.”

Lauren snickered and kissed my shoulder, “Nothing I can do about that then. Enjoy.”

Annalise spent the next few minutes giving me toe curling pleasure, her eyes darting between mine and Lauren’s, and occasionally lower to wear she could see Lauren’s lewdly spread legs wrapped around my arm and hand. She finally pulled back from my dick, which was now liberally covered with spittle and pre-cum. She started suckling on my head again, giving her throat a rest, but Lauren quickly got up from her place, leaving my now wet hand cool in the open air.

Crouching behind Annalise, Lauren wrapped her hands around the girl’s waist, tugging her back a bit until she released my dick. “You need to use these,” she said, reaching up and fondling the other girl’s breasts. “I want you to titfuck my boyfriend.”

Annalise raised her eyebrows, but quickly shifted her kneeling so that she was raised up a bit. She leaned forward, but Lauren pulled her back, craned her neck over the girl’s shoulder and let a long trail of spit ooze from her puckered lips into Annalise’s cleavage.

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By 5 o’clock on Monday afternoon, most people have gone home, and I am tidying my desk ready to leave work when my phone rings. I answer it and hear your voice: “Come to my office now.” Then you hang up. I am startled by the arrogance of your curt order, but I find myself walking along the corridor. Your door is closed and I knock, opening the door and walking in when you tell me to come in. “Close the door,” you tell me.

You remain silent for a moment and my discomfort grows, standing in the middle of your office looking at you expectantly, unsure of why you have called me here. Then you turn on your computer monitor and I see a screenshot of my FetLife profile page. My heart immediately drops to my stomach. I thought I had been careful to keep my identity hidden on there…

“How do you explain this?” you ask. “You know that there are very strict rules about this. I assume you’ve read our social media policy? This is gross misconduct.” There is very little I can say to justify the stories I have posted online. I bite my lip as it begins to dawn on me that there might only be one way to prevent you telling our manager and causing me to lose my job.

“Please, please don’t tell anyone. I’d lose my job. Please, I’ll do anything…” I plead.

“Why would have known that you were such a dirty little slut?” you continue, smirking. “It’s always the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.” You roll your chair away from your desk and stand up, moving across the room to lock the door and pull down the blinds.

“Come here. Stand in front of me,” you order. I hesitantly walk over to you, moving closer when you curtly order me to. “So, you’ll do anything, will you?” You place your hands on my bottom and give it a squeeze, looking up at me from where you sit, gauging my reaction. I tense and you hear a sharp intake of breath. I bite my lip and look down at you imploringly, but I do not dare to protest, knowing what a predicament I am in.

Your hands move down my bottom and over my thighs until you reach the hem of my dress. Then you move your hands onto my bare legs and very slowly move them up my thighs. Your eyes remain fixed on mine and I look down, blushing.

“Will I find that your pussy zeytinburnu escort is wet?” you ask me.

“No,” I stammer. But I know my body is betraying me. I have fantasised so often about you touching me, dominating me and giving me orders, although not quite like this. But I cannot admit that to you. I can feel myself growing aroused at the feel of your strong hands on my thighs and I am not sure whether I want you to stop or to continue.

“You will address me as ‘Sir’,” you tell me. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I squeak.

Your hands continue their journey up my thigh, stroking over the soft flesh. My thighs part involuntarily, allowing you access. After a torturously slow few minutes, I feel your finger brush against the fabric of my knickers. You continue to move your hand upwards, rubbing over my labia, until you reach the top of my knickers. Without warning, you use both hands to quickly pull down my underwear, exposing my hot, wet pussy. You keep hold of my knickers, gesturing for me to step out of them. Then you hold them to your face, inhaling my scent and rubbing the wet spot.

“It seems you have already lied to me. Your knickers are wet.” You open your desk drawer and place my knickers inside before closing it. I feel humiliated, but so aroused. I know this is wrong, but I want you to keep touching me. Without thinking, I subtly adjust my position, remaining standing still but thrusting my breasts out in invitation.

You stand up and move behind me, pushing me firmly over your desk. You push my skirt up around my waist. I gasp but feel my pussy growing wetter at this display of your natural dominance. You order me to spread my legs and keep my face down. My bare bottom is exposed to you, pushed up in the air. You place your fingers between my legs and then with little ceremony I feel them plunge inside my dripping wet cunt. I instinctively push back against you, drawing your fingers deeper.

“Such a dirty, wet slut,” you whisper in my ear, bending over me. “I always wondered about you. And now you’re mine. As long as you do exactly what I say, then your little secret can stay between us.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply. “I’ll do anything beylikdüzü escort you want. Just please don’t tell anyone.”

Your hand withdraws from my pussy and strokes over my ass. And then I feel it come down on my ass in a hard spank. I cry out in surprise before I remember where I am. I try to remain silent as I feel your hand deliver a sharp blow to the other cheek. You continue spanking me, frequently pausing between blows, sometimes stroking my ass and sometimes just admiring the reddening of my cheeks, building the anticipation. Sometimes your hand strokes my pussy between blows, occasionally pushing inside me as you enjoy my whimpers that betray my growing need. You tell me about all the things you are going to do to me now that I am your slave. “You’re my fucktoy, now. Your mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all mine to use. Now, thank me for your spanking, slut,” you whisper.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.

“For what?” you prompt.

“Thank you for spanking me, Sir,” I respond, blushing at having to admit out loud what you have just done to me. I feel so conflicted, knowing that I had no choice but feeling guilty for enjoying it.

You guide me to stand up and then push me down to my knees as you stand in front of me. You unzip your flies and pull out your cock. My eyes widen as I take in the length and width of your hard cock and I unwittingly lick my lips in anticipation. Your hand reaches down to stroke my hair and I feel myself craving your approval.

“Lift your dress above your waist and hold it there. Open your mouth wide,” you order. I comply, looking up at you. You reach down and lift my breasts out of my dress, leaving them resting on top of the cups of my bra. I am now kneeling in front of you with my breasts and pussy exposed and my mouth open ready to receive your cock. “Good girl,” you murmur as you slide your cock into my mouth. I feel my mouth stretching around you as you continue to push forward.

“How long has passed since I summoned you to my office?” you ask. I cannot answer with my mouth filled by your cock. “Less than 20 minutes. And you’re already on your knees sucking my cock.”

I try to move my head back, feeling beylikdüzü escort ashamed by the way that I am following your commands so eagerly. You gather my hair into a ponytail and wrap it tightly in your fist, holding me firmly in place as you start to fuck my mouth.

“You can pretend as much as you like, but it doesn’t make any difference. You’re just a dirty cock-sucking slut. You’re my dirty cock-sucking slut,” you whisper. You continue fucking my mouth, pushing your cock just to the edge of my gagging point. “Play with yourself,” you command. “But don’t you dare cum.” I keep hold of the hem of my dress with one hand and use the other to begin rubbing my clit. I feel your cock twitching and try to move my head away before you cum. But you hold my head firmly as you spurt your cum into my mouth before ordering me to swallow it all and thank you.

“Thank you, Sir,” I mumble. Your hard, questioning stare reminds me to complete my sentence. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, Sir.”

“Good girl,” you whisper. You notice that my hand has moved away from my clit and you order me to continue playing and to make myself cum. You sit back down in your chair and watch me intently, enjoying the sight of my humiliation at finding myself kneeling on the floor in your office with my breasts exposed and my dress held up around my waist, being forced to make myself orgasm in front of you. I try to resist the physical sensations, but I can’t help being turned on by the way that you are gazing at me so admiringly and despite my embarrassment, it is not long before I reach orgasm.

You gently pull me to my feet and wrap your arms around me in a tight hug before kissing me gently. “You are such a good slut,” you whisper. “I will enjoy all the depraved things I’m going to make you do. But remember that you don’t have any choice. I want you to want this as much as I do, and I think you will. But if you deny me or refuse me, I will share what I know about you with your manager. I am going to turn you into a perfect sex slave. I will use you for my pleasure, but I hope you’ll enjoy it too. I’m sure you will – I’ve read your profile on FetLife and I can help you to experience all the things you fantasise about and so much more. Now straighten your dress up and go home.”

You release me from your arms with a smirk and give me one last kiss. I rearrange my dress so that it covers me and consider whether to ask for my knickers, but think better of it. As I turn to leave your office, you call out, “Have a good evening. I’ll see you tomorrow…”.

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19. Concussion, coma, a new slave and twins?

A few days later Ben had taken them all shopping for a new car for James. He couldn’t keep driving that old wreck, it was about to die any day. The got to the lot and Ben went to look at the new trucks, thinking he might buy a new one. He could still use the old one he had customized for off-roading. As he was looking, Chloe had wandered ahead of him and suddenly gave a squeal of delight, standing by a brand new black truck with red trim.

“Ooo, Master, this truck is so sexy,” Chloe said huskily.

“Why do you say that?” Ben asked, mentally agreeing that this was the hottest looking truck on the lot.

“It reminds me of you Master, so big and strong and beautiful, except — well…”

“Well what, slave?”

“It doesn’t remind me of how you fuck, but the rest of it is perfect.”

“What reminds you of how I fuck?”

“A train, Master, you fuck like a train and my pussy hurts so good after we’re done.”

“Good thing you’re a pain slut, huh?”

“Yes Master.”

“Alright, I’ll buy it. It will be more comfortable to ride in than the old one, we can use that one for off-roading,” Ben said as James and Kira walked up to him. “Did you find something you like?”

“Well, yes, but it’s not a car and it’s expensive, I don’t know how much I’m allowed to spend,” James replied hesitantly.

“We want to buy that beautiful blue truck with the white stripes, Master Ben, please,” Kira blurted out and Ben and Chloe both laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry Master, is it too much money?” Kira asked looking confused.

“No, that’s why we were laughing. I have more than enough money to cover that truck. No problem, let’s go back to the office and see if we can get a test drive before we make a deal,” Ben suggested and they all walked back to speak to a salesman.

“Hi, see anything you like?” The salesman asked as they walked into the showroom.

“Yes, actually two trucks, we’d like to take them for a test drive,” Ben replied.

“Alright, which trucks?” The salesman queried.

“The black one with the red trim — ,” Ben started.

“And the blue one with the white stripes,” James added quickly interrupting Ben.

“Very well, I’ll need to see your driver’s licenses and if you could give me your bank accounts so I can check out your credit, the salesman responded.

“Sure, but I’ll pay for both of them,” Ben said as he handed them his bank account and both their driver’s licenses. The salesman sat down at the computer for a minute and tapped away, coming back a few minutes later with the keys for both vehicles and their driver’s licenses. “Thanks, we’ll be back soon,” Ben said and they all headed out to test drive the trucks. Ben unlocked the doors and helped Chloe in before going around and getting in as James and Kira rushed on down the lot to the blue one.

“Master, I’m so hot for you right now,” Chloe said.

“Why?”

“You are such an amazing person, good and kind, that was so nice of you with James and Kira and just the whole thing. Now I’ve got a sister in bondage and two Masters, though Master James has never fucked me, I wouldn’t mind. Oh Master, please fuck me, I want you inside me here in this beautiful truck.”

“How can I say no to that?” Ben chuckled and Chloe unbuckled her seatbelt and was straddling his erection in seconds, trying to grind her wet pussy on his pants. Ben stopped her long enough to unbuckle, pulling out his larger than ever cock and Chloe slid onto it quickly moaning in ecstasy as she bottomed out.

“Oh Master, you fill me up like no other,” Chloe said as she started to ride him, bouncing up and down and she came within a few thrusts, crying out in her lust.

“Do I need to gag you, slave?”

“Probably, Master.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to physically gag you, so gag yourself, slave, keep it down, you’re hurting my ears.”

“Yes Master,” Chloe said and started thrusting up and down, trying to keep her mouth clamped shut so she wouldn’t scream and cry out. She had always been very vocal when the sex was so good, but especially now, her Master’s huge cock touched her in all the right places and sent her to an orbit she never knew existed. As she rode him she couldn’t help but make some noise, but with her lips closed and mindful of her Master’s orders she kept herself from crying out the next time she came, though mini cries and moans escaped through her nose. Finally Ben came as Chloe reached her third orgasm.

“Well, now I guess we have to buy it, they’ll never get this smell out of here,” Ben joked as he pulled Chloe off of him. He zipped up and went to his old truck, returning with a roll of paper towels to clean up their mess. It wasn’t difficult because the seats were leather and their juices hadn’t been sitting on them for long. Chloe took a towel and wiped up her dripping pussy.

“Thank you Master, I’m sorry if I caused any problems,” Chloe said softly.

“No problem at all, I was going to buy it anyway,” Ben grinned and started the engine, tuzla escort checking the tach because it ran so quietly. He was used to his old truck with the loud mufflers and he could hear the engine. They drove out onto the highway and it performed beautifully, running smoothly and quietly, even at higher speeds. They returned to the lot to see that James and Kira had already returned and were fogging up the windows in the truck. Ben and Chloe grinned at each other before Ben got out and knocked on the window.

“Smells, like sex in here,” Ben grinned as James rolled down the window.

“Yeah, we really like it and Kira wanted to christen it, just like you and Chloe did in your truck,” James responded with a wide grin.

“Perfect, I’ll go pay for them and find out when we can pick them up,” Ben said as he and Chloe started toward the showroom.

“So, did you like them?” The salesman asked.

“Yes.”

“Can we write up the paperwork?”

“Not until we negotiate.”

“But Sir, you have more than enough money to cover five trucks, what’s the problem?”

“Yes I have plenty of money, but I’m rich, not stupid. I know there’s at least a fifteen percent markup on these vehicles and I don’t want to pay any more than eighty percent of the listed price, especially since I’m buying two trucks.”

“I — I can’t do that Sir.”

“Sure you can, go get your manager, or I can just walk away, you’re not the only car dealership around.”

“Ok, Ok, I’m going,” the salesman said as he rushed off to the manager’s office. He came back a minute later, motioning them to follow him into the manager’s office.

“So, how can I help you?” the manager asked politely.

“I’m buying two trucks and I only want to pay eighty percent of the listed price, but your salesman here says he can’t do that,” Ben replied.

“But Sir, my man informs me you have plenty of money, what’s the big deal?” the manager asked.

“As I said to him, I’m rich, not stupid and I know these are already marked up. Also, in another month you have next year’s models coming in, so you need to move these. On second thought, seventy five percent or I walk away and buy them somewhere else,” Ben demanded, still not sitting in the chairs, even though the manager had gestured for them to be seated when they came in. Chloe stood near the door, marveling at the business savvy of her Master. Everything about him thrilled her to the core, she was deeply in love with him.

“Alright, you’ve got me on that one, moving these two trucks will make room for the new ones and I’m going to need the space, write it up at seventy five percent,” the manager said, nodding towards the open mouthed salesman who turned to exit the office, gesturing them to follow.

“I can’t believe he gave you that deal, that’s the best I’ve ever seen him do,” the salesman said, pulling out the papers for both trucks and starting to fill out the necessary information.

“Make sure the blue one is in James’ name,” Ben said.

“Wow, is he your nephew or something?” the salesman asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s my employee,” Ben replied.

“Wow, I’d love to be your employee,” the salesman remarked with chagrin.

“Do you have any special skills?” Ben asked.

“Not really, I’m good at selling cars, but that’s really about it,” the salesman answered.

“Well, James is really good computer expert, that’s why I’m paying him the big bucks and buying him a new vehicle,” Ben said just as James and Kira came in, standing behind Ben and Chloe.

“Alright, I just need your signatures,” the salesman said, showing them where they needed to sign. Ben had to sign the paperwork for James because he was the one paying for the truck.

“When can we expect delivery?” Ben asked.

“You can pick them up in a week,” the salesman replied.

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Two days later James and Kira had gone to the tattoo place to have Kira’s neck measured for her new collar. James had decided that if she was going to look like Chloe, Kira’s collar should match as well and Kira was ecstatic. They were also going to brand her left ass cheek with the identical brand as Chloe’s and then get a tattoo to match the rose Tom had forced onto Chloe’s right hip. Afterward they were headed to the genetics place to give Kira the same injections Chloe had received with a little enhancement to her already full breasts and changing her eye color to blue, which should make them nearly identical.

Chloe’s hair had already grown out enough that Ben had taken her to get it cut in a not quite to the shoulder cut, removing all of her original hair as the new red hair grew in thick and full. Ben and Chloe were at home alone together for the first time in a week. Chloe was hoping Ben would devise some devious way to dress her or bind her so that he could use her well lubricated pussy. Ben had not seemed one bit interested in that ümraniye escort and Chloe had not been dressed or bound at all today. Disappointedly she walked into the kitchen for lunch to find a sandwich and soda waiting for her. Ben had ordered lunch.

Chloe waited for Ben to chain her to the chair, but he did not and bit into his sandwich, seemingly lost in thought.

“Don’t care if your slave runs away?” Chloe asked.

“Huh, oh, sorry Chloe, I’m just thinking about things.”

“What’s wrong, Master?”

“I just spoke with my father and my mother has terminal pancreatic cancer, there’s nothing they can do for her.”

“And you’re feeling guilty about all those years you didn’t get along with her.”

“Yes, I know I shouldn’t, lord knows she brought it on herself, but — .”

“You just can’t put it out of your mind, right Master?” Chloe finished the sentence for him.

“Yes dammit, Chloe, stop finishing my sentences.”

“Sorry Master.”

“It’s alright, I’m just upset and I’m actually angrier at myself for letting it get to me as much as it is.”

“She’s your mother, Master, she carried you inside her for nine months, you have a connection to her, and you love her, even if you hate her too.”

“Damn Chloe, you seem to be able to cut through all of it and get right to the point. Yes, I love her, but I hate her, and I’m sad that she’s going to die, but I don’t know how to talk to her anymore. There’s obviously nothing I can do for her and I just don’t know what to say to her. I told Dad I was sorry, and hung up.”

“It’s alright Master, I’m here for you and even though you didn’t chain me down, I’m not going to run away. The bond in my heart is stronger than any chain you can bind me with.”

“Chloe, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. You are the most amazing woman in the world. You’re smart, perceptive, and you have wisdom beyond your years. I still can’t believe I got so lucky and you willingly submitted to be my slave, thank you Chloe.”

“I love you too Master, perhaps you can drown your sorrows by fucking your slave to your heart’s content, or cock’s content, whichever works for you,” Chloe grinned and Ben smiled back at her.

“Thank you Chloe, you also know how to break through my depressing mood and make me smile again,” Ben said eating his sandwich quietly but with a less stern face. Chloe ate quietly, not wanting to upset him or ruin whatever he was thinking about. They both finished eating and Chloe got up from her chair to clean up the mess on the table. She threw away the garbage and grabbed the empty soda bottles, bending down to put them in the recycling. Ben snuck up behind her and slammed his now raging erection into her obviously damp pussy. Chloe cried out and went limp, Ben grabbed her, holding her up. He thrust a couple of times, then realized that Chloe was not responding to his thrusts and was unconscious.

Ben carried her to the leather couch and laid her down, looking at her head. At first he didn’t see anything through the thick hair, but then he felt the bump on her head and his hand came away sticky with a little blood on it. He had rammed into her so hard she banged her head on the counter or cabinet. She was still out cold and Ben tried to rouse her, gently tapping her cheek and calling her name.

“Huh — oh my head, what happened Master?” Chloe said as she came to, her eyes seemed unfocused.

“I’m sorry Chloe, I tried to take you by surprise again and I caused you to hit your head on the counter, you might have a concussion. Stay awake, babe, please, don’t go back to sleep, I need you to stay awake for me,” Ben pleaded but Chloe’s eyes were already closing and she lost consciousness. Ben cried out in frustration. James had taken his truck and he didn’t have the keys to James’ car, if it would even start. He decided to call 911 and they sent an ambulance. Ben rode up front with the driver and they sped off to the hospital. Chloe never regained consciousness and they admitted her into the hospital with a concussion and she had slipped into a coma. The doctor’s didn’t know if or when she might come out of it. Ben was beside himself with grief and actually cried for the first time in years.

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Chloe awoke slowly, opening her eyes to the blinding glare of the fluorescent lights. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision as her eyes tried to focus for the first time in a while. Everything was blurry at first but eventually she was able to focus enough to see Ben sitting asleep in the chair next to her bed. He looked awful, his face haggard and unshaven, his eyes looked sunken and he looked like he might have lost a few pounds. She looked around the room and realized she was in a hospital but didn’t remember coming here.

“Master, where are we?” Chloe asked and Ben stirred slightly but did not open his eyes. Chloe repeated her question speaking louder.

“Huh — oh kadıköy escort thank god you’re awake Chloe, we were so worried about you!” Ben exclaimed sitting upright and rubbing his eyes.

“Where are we, Master?”

“In the hospital, I’m so sorry Chloe. I tried to surprise you from behind when you bent over to put the recycling away and I caused you to hit your head on the counter, I found a little bit of blood there when I went back home the other day.”

“I don’t remember, Master,” Chloe said looking down at the IV in her arm, pulling the oxygen tubes from her nostrils so she could breathe better. “How long, Master?”

“Two and a half weeks. James and Kira came by a few times and Kira talked to you but you didn’t respond. They told her to keep it up, it might help bring you out of it. I talked to you at night, begging you to come back to me until I fell asleep here in the chair.”

“Could I get something to eat, Master, I’m starved?”

“Sure, I’ll ring for the nurse,” Ben said pressing the call button.

“I don’t remember Kira, but I remember you talking to me Master. You kept asking me to come back to you, but I couldn’t find my way out. I couldn’t find a way to tell you that I heard you and I was trying to get to you.”

“So it helped that I talked to you?”

“Yes and no, Master. It helped because I knew you were here with me somehow, but it hurt so much to know that I couldn’t obey you and come be your slave like I knew you wanted. I wanted to get back to you so badly, maybe it helped more than we will ever know, I’m not sure Master, but I’m so glad I’m back here with you.”

“How do you feel?”

“Hungry Master.”

“I mean besides that, do you feel weak or tired?”

“Maybe a little weak, but definitely not tired, I just spent the last two weeks sleeping, Master,” Chloe joked and Ben smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“That’s good,” Ben said getting up and hugging her as Chloe hugged him back weakly. “Wow, is that as hard as you can hug me?”

“I don’t know, Master, I still feel pretty weak.”

“Well, you haven’t used your muscles in two and a half weeks, so they’ve atrophied a bit. The doctors talked about putting you on electrostimulation so your muscles didn’t atrophy so far that you couldn’t even walk or anything. They said you were in excellent physical condition when you came in, so they weren’t worried about it just yet.”

“I’m thirsty Master, is there any water here?”

“Yes, there’s some in that pitcher there and I think you have a cup too,” Ben said, finding the cup and pouring some water into it. Chloe drank from the straw and made a face.

“Ugh, this is tap water and it’s warm and disgusting.”

“Sorry babe, where the hell is the nurse?”

“I don’t know, did you press my call button, Master.”

“Yes, I’m going to walk down to the nurse’s station and see if I can’t get someone down here,” Ben said walking out of the room. After a few minutes he returned with a pretty blond nurse with big breasts and green eyes. Chloe was now naked, having stripped off her hospital gown and was kneeling on the bed, though it looked like she was struggling to do so.

“Oh my god, why are you naked?” The nurse asked.

“I’m presenting myself to my Master.”

“What — why? You’ve been in a coma for over two weeks, you need to take it easy.”

“She’s my willing slave, didn’t you notice her collar?” Ben interjected.

“Yes, but I thought it was just some sort of game,” the nurse reponded.

“It’s no game, I am his slave for real and forever. I love him and want to make him as happy as he makes me,” Chloe piped up.

“Here, let’s get your gown back on,” the nurse said.

“Why? You have the same equipment, you’ve seen it all before,” Chloe said.

“True, but I’m sure the doctor doesn’t need to see you naked,” the nurse suggested.

“He sees lots of patients naked, it’s his job,” Chloe stated.

“Yes, I suppose he does, but probably not many as hot as you,” the nurse giggled.

“Could we get her something to eat, she said she was hungry?” Ben asked.

“It’s two forty in the morning, the kitchen is closed,” the nurse replied.

“Then I guess I’ll go down to the snack machine and get her something from there,” Ben said.

“I can get her milk or diet soda,” the nurse offered.

“I’ll have some milk, please, but no diet soda, that stuff tastes disgusting,” Chloe said and Ben and the nurse walked out the door, Ben returning with snacks from the machine and a Mountain Dew. Chloe struggled to open the bottle but finally accomplished it and drank heartily before looking over the snacks Ben had brought.

“Oh, that tastes so good, thank you Master. Um, I can’t eat the Snickers because I’m allergic to peanuts, but I’ll take the brownie and the Milky Way,” Chloe said, opening the brownie and taking a big bite. Just then the nurse came back in with a carton of milk and a piece of birthday cake.

“Why are you still naked?” The nurse asked.

“I am a slave, and I spend most of my time naked, it just feels right,” Chloe replied as she opened the carton of milk and drank.

“I guess you weren’t kidding when you said this wasn’t a game,” the nurse said. “Has she always been this submissive or is this side effects of the coma?” The nurse asked, looking at Ben.

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Tanya and I decided to take a long weekend in the country and stay at a farmhouse B & B that had been recommended by some friends. We packed a few clothes into a suitcase, hopped into the car and headed off on Friday afternoon.

After about a four hour leisurely drive following the directions of our friends we found the lovely B & B, nestled in rolling meadows which were surrounded by woodlands. I grabbed the suitcase and we rang the bell at the front door. We knew that the B & B was owned by a widow but we were unprepared for the stunning lady that welcomed us into her home. Her name was Inga, in her early forties but looked younger, and her accent had Swedish tones. Short cropped blond hair, a lovely smile and, from what I could judge, a great figure covered by loose fitting working clothes and an apron.

After introductions all round, Inga showed us to our luxurious room which had a lovely view over the farm. She told us that for a small extra fee she would cook us a three course meal each night, an offer to which we readily agreed. Tanya and I unpacked and rested while Inga prepared the dinner.

Delicious home made pumpkin soup, roast beef with homegrown veggies and profiteroles for dessert! After dinner Inga joined us for coffee and we chatted away for hours, she was delightful company as well as an excellent hostess. We learnt of how she met her doctor husband when he was in Stockholm for health seminars. It was love at first sight and after a trans-Atlantic love affair they were married and Inga moved to America. They lived on the farm and her husband commuted daily to his practice in a nearby town. Unfortunately her husband died in a car accident a couple of years ago so to make ends meet Inga turned the farmhouse into a successful B & B.

Tanya and I retired early and after a short spanking session we made love and then had a sound night’s sleep.

Next morning after breakfast we headed off to explore the countryside and visit a market recommended by Inga in the town. Tanya and I had a lovely day, at the market we found some things that were ‘just right’ for Christmas presents and the fall colors of the countryside were just lovely. We returned tired and happy to the B & B for another delicious dinner for which Inga joined us and we had more interesting chat with our delightful host.

After dinner I decided to pay Inga for our stay and handed her my credit card.

She returned shortly with a look of annoyance on her face. “Matt, this credit card is no good, it finished yesterday, today is the first day of the month, do you have the new card?”

“I’m sorry Inga,” I replied, reaching for my wallet, “My new card must be here somewhere.”

I searched my wallet but the new card wasn’t there, I must have left it at home.

When I told Inga that I didn’t have the new card she got angry.

“What about you Tanya?” she snapped, “Have you got any money on you?”

“Not enough to pay our account, I’m afraid,” Tanya said, “I’ve got a bit of cash but my card is out to it’s limit I’m afraid. We’ll have to send you a check when we get home, you can trust us you know.”

“How do I know I can trust you? It’s totally irresponsible of both of you not to be able to pay me, I feel like I should call the police.” Inga was quite angry.

“Take it easy Inga,” I tried to calm her down, “Ring our friends who recommended your place, they will vouch for us as being reliable and trustworthy. There’s no need to involve the police in this matter”

“All right I will ring them, wait here.” Inga snapped and went into her little office where she rang our friends.

After a few minutes Inga returned and said that there was no answer at out friends but she had calmed down a little and gave an unexpected ultimatum.

“I can’t contact your friends and I suppose I can trust you to send me a check when you get home tomorrow. But you have both been very irresponsible and need to be taught a lesson. I will not call the police if you both agree to accept a spanking from me, and I warn you now, it will be harder than the one you gave Tanya last night!”

“You heard us last night?” Tanya got in before me. “But I thought we were very quiet.”

“Yes I could hear you, your room is next to mine. But that’s not the issue at the moment. Will you both be spanked or do I have to call the police?”

“I guess we have no option,” I replied, as Tanya nodded in agreement. “Let’s get this done and over with.”

“Wait there while I change into something more suitable,” Inga ordered and disappeared into her bedroom via the office.

Tanya and I discussed our situation and agreed that we were doing the right thing. After all, we were both into spanking and neither of us wanted to explain how it all happened to the police.

“Tanya and Matt, come through now,” Inga called.

We moved through the office and opened the door to Inga’s sitting room, her bedroom could be seen through an open door. We both gasped as we gazed in awe at Inga. Gone pendik escort were the house work clothes. Inga was now wearing high heel, knee high leather boots with a short leather mini skirt that exposed most of her slim, muscular thighs. A leather waistcoat that showed a large amount of cleavage covered her ample breasts. Her short blond hair above her now made up face completed the vision. The best way I can describe her figure is to compare her with Raquel Welsh at a similar age.

Tanya and I were speechless with shock.

“I guess I omitted to tell you that I met my husband when he came to my dungeon in Stockholm,” Inga said with a smile on her face. ” In our private life he was my slave, since he died I haven’t had a chance to wear this gear so I’m glad you two came along. I’m looking forward to punishing both of you.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” she ordered as I started to speak, “Both of you agreed to be spanked and spanked you will be, I’ll toss a coin to see who goes first, heads it’s you Tanya, tails it’s you Matt.”

I looked at Tanya and she shrugged at me as if to say we had no option. I think Tanya was a little excited as she loves to be spanked and she had never been over the knees of another woman before.

We watched the coin spin through the air and Inga caught it, “Ha, it’s tails, you’re first Matt, shoes and sox off and come over here, Tanya you sit on that chair over there and wait your turn.

Inga sat in the center of a leather couch as Tanya and I followed her orders. I stood in front of Inga and prepared to go over her knees.

“Matt, stop!” Inga exclaimed, “Trousers and underpants off first, I only spank on the bare!”

I could see there was no good in arguing and did as I was told. Inga’s short mini hardly covered her crotch and my cock gave a jerk of excitement as it slid between her bare thighs when I took up my position. Inga was very strong and the force of the first spank took me by surprise. I nearly cried out but I was determined to remain quiet throughout the ordeal. There was no let up as I was given the hardest spanking of my life. I was soon wriggling around on Inga’s lap as her arm continued to rise and fall and her hand soon had my arse stinging like mad. Tanya told me later that she had never seen a bottom turn from white to red so quickly. The only sound in the room was the continual “whack” off Inga’s hand on my buttocks although I did hear an occasional gasp from Tanya.

Finally the hand spanking came to a stop and I attempted to rise. Inga’s firm hand held me in place, as she exclaimed, “Not yet Matt, you still have to take 12 whacks from my hairbrush and here they are!”

Whack, whack, whack, the hairbrush landed repeatedly and I could stay silent no longer.

“Owwwwch, that stings Inga, take it easy,” I cried, but there was no let up as Inga counted the blows from the hairbrush.

“Ten, eleven, twelve, there that’s all for you Matt, stand up now.’ Inga ordered.

I struggled to my feet noting that the punishment had had the usual effect on my penis that stood stiffly out in front of me. I was shocked as Inga’s hand took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of rubs.

“Very nice Matt but you will have to control yourself for a while, go and sit on that chair and Tanya, now it’s your turn, come over here,” there was no doubting that Inga had complete control of the situation.

“If you don’t mind I’ll stand for a while,” I said sarcastically.

Tanya rose from the chair with a worried but still excited look on her face. We exchanged wan smiles as a bare foot Tanya took up position in front of Inga.

I watched Inga’s hands reach out and unfasten the front of Tanya’s jeans that were soon on the floor as were her panties. It was very erotic to watch Inga’s hands wrap around Tanya’s bum and guide her over the knees. Inga took her time, her hands roaming over Tanya’s bottom and thighs, making her legs spread apart as fingers slid into the cleft between Tanya’s buttocks.

A moan came from Tanya as Inga cried, “You are so wet Tanya, you must have got turned on watching Matt being spanked, or are you excited about being spanked by me? Has another woman ever spanked you Tanya?”

Tanya just shook her head in reply as Inga continued the stroking. Finally Inga raised her hand and brought it down with a soft smack. In contrast to my spanking the soft smacking continued, Inga warming Tanya up slowly and carefully, ensuring that all of the buttocks and thighs were well covered.

When Inga was satisfied with the warm up and the soft pink color of the skin, once again her fingers probed gently between Tanya’s legs. Again another moan from Tanya followed quickly by an ‘ouch’ as Inga smacked hard down on her bum.

Inga was thoroughly enjoying herself as the hard smacks continued to land on Tanya’s arse. “Oohs, aaahs and ouches” came from Tanya as her skin slowly turned from pink to a soft red. Tanya was wriggling around on Inga’s thighs but there was no chance ataşehir escort of escape as the spanking continued. I watched helplessly as Inga picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it over Tanya’s poor arse.

Tanya knew what was about to happen and tensed herself.

“Relax Tanya,” Inga soothed, “This won’t be as hard as I gave Matt. But I do have to give you your share of the punishment, you know that pleasure will follow the pain…”

These few words hung in the air as Inga raised the hairbrush and brought it smartly down on Tanya’s lovely bum.

“Yipes, that stings,” Tanya cried, but even if she had wanted to there was no escaping Inga’s firm grasp. The hairbrush continued to rise and fall making the pink turn to red. ‘Whack, whack, whack’ “Ouch, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!”

I knew from past experience that Tanya was near to tears as suddenly Inga dropped the hairbrush on the couch.

Tanya made to move up off Inga’s knees but two firm hands held her in place.

“Just stay where you are Tanya,” Inga said, “And I will cool you down a bit.” As she spoke Inga produce a tube of cold cream from between the cushions and squirted some on Tanya’s poor buttocks. Gently Inga rubbed the cream into the skin, soothing away the heat. Tanya squirmed with pleasure as Inga’s fingers moved once again towards the cleft between the cheeks, brushing over her anus. I watched in awe as Tanya’s legs moved wider apart as Inga’s probing fingers touched her sex.

“Tanya do you want me to stop?” Inga asked.

Tanya answered with another shake of her head, another moan of pleasure coming from her as two of Inga’s fingers slowly probed fully into her wet pussy. Inga’s arm moved in and out, slowly masturbating Tanya to orgasm. Tanya legs were kicking as Inga’s fingers gradually moved quicker and quicker, her years of Swedish experience giving her the knowledge of how to bring Tanya to a thrashing orgasm.

“I’m cummmmming!!” cried Tanya as her body arched, shook and finally collapsed across Inga’s knees. “Oh Inga, that was soooooo good, that spanking really turned me on.”

Inga let Tanya calm down before helping her to her feet, holding Tanya’s shoulders to stop her moving away. Inga was whispering in Tanya’s ear and apart from a few girlish giggles I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a couple of minutes Tanya nodded in agreement and they both moved in front of me.

“Matt, Tanya wants to thank me for giving her so much pleasure and we don’t want you to interfere.” Inga was once again in charge. “So we are going to tie you to the chair, don’t even try to argue with us, just sit there and watch.”

I could see that their minds were made up and kept my mouth shut. Tanya’s nipples were still rock hard, she smiled at me and gave me a kiss as Inga strapped my arms to the chair.

“I want to do this my darling,” Tanya said to me as Inga led her back to the couch.

“Undress me Tanya,” Inga ordered as she sat on the couch. “Take my boots off first.”

Tanya knelt in front of Inga and unzipped and removed both of the leather boots.

“Kiss my feet Tanya,” Inga ordered and Tanya obeyed.

“Very good Tanya,” Inga said as she rose from the couch, “Now stand and take off my top.”

Tanya stood and with shaking hands undid the buttons down the front of Inga’s leather waistcoat. We both gasped as Inga’s large but firm breasts fell free, like Tanya her nipples were rock hard.

“Feel my breasts Tanya, suck my nipples, ahhh yes, that’s right, suck hard.” Inga’s threw her head back in pleasure as Tanya followed her orders; she obviously had very sensitive nipples.

“Now Tanya, remove my skirt.”

Tanya’s hands were still shaking as she found and loosened the clasp of the leather skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and Inga flicked it aside. Once again Tanya and I gasped in unison as we gazed at Inga’s glistening shaven cunt. All this undressing had made my cock hard again; I was very aroused as I watched the scene unfold.

“Turn around Tanya,” Inga ordered as she pushed Tanya’s shoulders. Tanya now had her back to Inga and we both wondered what was going to happen next. “Now put your hands behind your back, come on now, hurry up!”

Inga was still very much in command and Tanya obeyed the instructions. Inga bent down and took a length of rope from under a cushion. Quickly she tied Tanya’s hands behind her back; whispering what I took to be soothing words as she expertly secured Tanya’s wrists.

Inga turned Tanya around to face her, kissed her quickly on the lips and then pushed her down to her knees. Inga sank back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart. Reaching forward Inga positioned Tanya directly between her legs, then slowly pushed her face down, down onto her shaven pussy.

Tanya’s moan of “Ohhhhhhhh” was cut short as her mouth met Inga’s flesh.

Inga placed a hand firmly on Tanya’s head with the order, “Eat me Tanya. Eat me and make me come!”

It was so erotic watching bostancı escort Tanya on her knees, her hands tied behind her and Inga holding and guiding her head. My position did not enable me to see Tanya’s tongue at work but from the guttural noises of pleasure coming from Inga I knew that Tanya was doing a very good job.

“That’s it Tanya, ahhhhhhh, yes that’s just what I need, keep going, keep going, eat my cunt!” Inga’s head was rolling as the waves of pleasure started to course through her body. One hand was holding Tanya’s head while the other hand was squeezing and playing with her own lovely breasts.

Inga’s body was shaking as an orgasm swept through her, “I’m cummmming Tanya, I’m cummmmming, oh that’s so good!”

Finally Inga’s body relaxed and she slumped back onto the couch, continuing to hold Tanya in position. “Clean me up Tanya, lick up all my juices, that’s a good girl, you’re a very quick learner, that’s soooo good.”

Inga let go of Tanya’s head and pushed her back onto her knees. Tanya looked at my face and then my erection and grinned as she licked the moisture around her lips.

Inga stood and helped Tanya to her feet. “Come with me into my bedroom my pretty one, we’ll leave Matt alone for a few minutes.”

With her arms still secured behind her back Tanya was led into the bedroom. I heard a door open and then lots of girlish giggles, laughs, a few spanks, squeals and I thought also the sound of running water. What were they doing? My mind was running amok and my cock still pointed at the ceiling. Finally after about ten minutes Inga came back into the room, followed by Tanya.

“Matt,” Inga spoke first, “Tanya has a surprise for you, show him Tanya.”

Tanya stepped from behind Inga into the light, spread her legs wide to show me her shaven cunt! I had tried to talk her into shaving some time ago but she was unsure, and now Inga had convinced Tanya to do it.

“I think Matt should taste our cunts don’t you Tanya?” Inga smiled conspiratorially at Tanya, “Let’s do what we planned!”

My cock jumped as I noted Inga say ‘our’ cunts. Inga went to a drawer and took out four leather cuffs. Tanya helped her to attach them to my wrists and ankles. Tanya kissed me deeply as Inga moved behind me and tied a blindfold around my eyes! My arms were then released from the chair and I was helped to my feet. Both girls guided me across the sitting room and into Inga’s bedroom. The giggling pair then pushed and guided me into the center of the bed where I was spread-eagled and my wrists and ankles attached with rope to the bedposts!

The room fell quiet as the girls sat on the bed, one on each side where soft fingers played with my erection, thighs and my nipples. No pain just a lot of sensual teasing as the erotic evening progressed. Then I felt my cock being tickled by a tongue, or was that two tongues? The tongues continued to make patterns all over my cock and balls, I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by a mouth which sucked hard for a short time then was replaced by another mouth! The girls continued to suck and swap, how I managed not to come amazed me as in between the sucks I could hear the girls kissing each other!

“I think he’s nearly there Tanya, you’d better jump on!” cried Inga.

There was sudden movement on the bed and I felt Tanya’s newly shaven cunt slip down over my hard cock.

“Ahhhhhh that’s what I need,” cried Tanya as she began to move up and down.

I could also sense Inga moving about near my head as Tanya continued to bring me to my long awaited orgasm. Suddenly my blindfold was whipped off and I opened my eyes to see Inga’s cunt poised above my face. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face! What else could I do but stick out my tongue? I licked, sucked and probed as Inga’s juices literally poured onto my face. I was overwhelmed by the different sensations – Tanya fucking away on my cock as Inga squirmed and wriggled on my face, if this was sexual heaven I think I had found it! Both of the girls were squealing with delight as the three of us approached and then erupted into our individual orgasms. The bed shook as we all virtually came at the same time, Inga and Tanya both screaming in ecstasy, my orgasm practically silent as Inga’s cunt acted like a gag on my mouth.

After a short time Tanya and Inga rolled off my sweat and cum covered body. Inga pushed Tanya aside so that she could lick my cock clean so Tanya lay down beside me and kissed and licked me clean too.

“Wow, that was amazing, I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” I managed to say as our breathing calmed down.

“I think you have paid off your debt to me now,” Inga said with a smile as she lay down beside me on the opposite side to Tanya.

“That’s an unusual method of payment Inga,” Tanya said, “And not a strain on the bank balance either, we must come back here and stay again Matt.”

“Both of you are most welcome anytime, just ring first to make sure that nobody else is staying,” Inga said as she snuggled in and hugged Tanya and I. “That is the first session I’ve had since my husband died and it was great, I needed it so badly. Next time both of you can spank me too, I do like to switch sometimes!”

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Are there rolling hills and gentle curves where you walk?

Are there trees that shelter the roll of the creek as it babbles and glitters in the shine of the sun or fullness of the lunar mystique? Boughs that overhang pools of waist depth, kept cool from summer heat and free of deep frost. Do you have this where you are?

We do. At the end of a slope of lawn the creek roils over some large smooth stones and wends its way nearer the house than at other points. Here, it undercuts the bank and leaves a brief stretch of mud before settling into a pool that covers our knees. The bottom here is silt and ages ground rock powdered fine. It’s easy to step in and comfortable to the toes as it squishes up between.

Here she stood in the full sun. Heated air wavering above the delightful chill of water. Splash and splutter filling our ears and my lips have to tease right to the very flesh of her ear before she will hear the whispers I have for her. The water flows, bringing the wash of a breeze with it and her raven hair fluffs, swirling about our faces. Neither of us reach to wipe it away.

I, because the moment presents itself for the beauty the feel of flyaway strands of her mane bring to the perfect day. Slight tickles and delicate kisses that mingle with the flecks of the splattering cascade just to our left. There is no one else to revel in the view of her chest as it heaves with the exertion of quietude.

She, because docility has become her. Exhaustion and need have had their war within her breast and the battle unwon has left her gasping. And reeling. The cool water washes the marks across her backside and the contrast to the blistering heat that poured from her cells mere moments ago must be overwhelming to her. I watch her shivers and they delight me so. A deep and abiding memory made from every tiny tremor and puckering.

There is a sensuality deeper than anything I’ve ever known in the way she finally gives in. Knowing she will eventually surrender changes nothing for the dance of fire. The inner struggle will come. Slowly at first. Held at bay with the understanding that this is the dalliance we choose. Reality will come, however, and her body will perform as it will while her mind rebels. At the center of the maelstrom I will sift emotion.

The water laps gently at her thighs as I fill a sponge and brush it over her smooth skin. The chill stretches her flesh, giving me a thrill of desire. Her head is bowed in delicious abjection and the water rolls from her as I squeeze the sponge out. And again. Her breasts point and sway with the lolling, aureoles drawn and nipples jutting from both the cool moisture and her absolute excitement. Even her sex looks full and open within the light furze. Giving in has brought her to new heights of arousal and I can feel her buzzing with electricity.

The crisscross markings glisten with dew as they play over the tender sides of her globes and the dappling sunlight gives them sparkles like tiny rainbows. I grip the sponge in my fist and let the cascade bound from her billowry. Splashes tease my legs. She gives short snubs and they keep time with the throbbing of my aching member, but her head stays bowed. She has submitted. Fight against it as she will, when she cedes control, she obeys and my thoughts to her become so tender that I would release her from this if she but asked.

Washed in the river, plenished by the comforting waters, she allows herself to be led to the soft grass where she will receive me and lose the battle with exhaustion. She will go willingly and as the lamb. Translucent in her innocence. She will accept me not with the grace and desire of our everyday lovemaking, but with the servility and desperation of complete submission. I will ravage her. As the beast. The bull in heat. Lust incarnate.

We took our lunch on the veranda. A smattering of samples. Fruits and cheeses. Breads and nectar. She with her flowing hands and delicate laugh. A delicious buffet of sensuality. Enrapt, I took her by the hand and suggested a stroll to the stream. A frolic over the grass. Her eyes smoldered as she coyly asked my intentions and I was lost. Then and there given over to her. There is no conflict for me. There is only her and the all consuming need to feel her soul snuggled against my heart.

Her hand lightly within mine, her energy full and burning, she walked with ataşehir escort me to the bedroom where I chose an assortment of tools. Each selection eliciting a gasp or “mmm” and an equal note of anticipation from inside my being. Her wrists accepted the cuffs, her hands the plait of my fingers and we walked.

The tender slope of lawn, green soft grass delighted in the midday sun and our passing was like the zephyr. A sigh. Will we pass this way again? Who will know? Who will mark that time? The warmest zenith of the sun will pass before we make that return. Less a puff of breeze, then, and more a chuff breath.

Our feet found the loam heralding the copse of trees at the bank of the waters and it was there that her inner clash began. The sly, knowing, come and get it look was gone and the apprehensive girl appeared to my utmost pleasure. Suddenly uncertain, she stumbled as my fingers tugged her to twin aspen trees four feet apart. She must surely recognize the reason for the straps.

Just a stumble. The temptress flared back in her eyes and made it clear she would do anything for me. Her lashes batted and pupils rounded, flickering to the tenting in my pants. I pressed her there and she went willingly. Sank to her knees, brought her hands to my zipper and worked greedily to free my eager appendage, all the while making sure that I saw her beautiful cheekbones and delectable lips. Pooching out her features for me to view and approve. And I do. Showing her curves in sinuous relief.

I let her take me into her throat once, twice, even four and five times. Hungrily. I thrilled in it. She responded with vigor when I took up a fistful of her luscious hair and growled in frustration when I pulled her away. Her chained hands looked such a delectable sight that stopping her took all the strength I had. Ah, and she did all she could to make it harder.

Bound hands arouse her to passions, but being unable to move frightens her. Tied wrists fire my needs, but fear and uncertainty drive me to heights of depravity untouched. Just a stumble, but it took her composure. Seeing herself tied between the trees held her from taking the next step for just a second. Just a misstep of time, but her sangfroid thawed and the uncertainty fuels my desires.

Suddenly on her knees and striving for control, she tries to perform all the things she knows I find so irresistible. Holding her hands up to the base of my cock and dipping her eyelids in a gesture of submission. Such things are trivial to me, however, fully enjoyable that it is her, but petty nonetheless. I love her with a need beyond such frittering.

When my hand yanks her head back, she gasps and whines and her struggle begins. Were I to check her sex, it would be dripping in anticipation of things to come. At the same time, she is wondering if there is something wrong with her to want this and with another part of her wants merely to make love. To be taken, yes, but to be able to give on her terms as well. She is capable, skilled and motivated. Able and intelligent. She is submissive, beautiful and mine.

The tinkling of the brook weighted the air. Notes of merriment floated in the breeze. Wafted among us. The tug of her hair, the tautness of her neck muscles as she tries to pull back. Her trial begins.

Her body moves in a “please”. She wants and doesn’t want. Needs and wishes she didn’t. Hopes for and against. Her curves show her pleadings in a way her voice cannot. She is too proud and too able. Her body knows, though. Her pores beg for punishment and her breath for release. The shiver that wracks her in the difference makes me so hard I feel an ache shooting through me.

I let her head go and it grabs my hardness greedily. I move enough to connect the strap to the tree on the right. Another to the tree on the left. I separate her wrists then and chain them. Her voice pushes out to the musical air “please” and it lengthens my hardness. Makes it twitch and jump.

As she covered its entirety, her wrists take the straps and they tighten until her shoulders stretch to their end and her breasts are pushed out to my gaze. The sun dress she put on at our bedside this morning hides none of her curves and she demurs as I start to pull it up over her head. She has a hard time being completely immobilized and blindfolded. I have to help her and I pull my istanbul escort member from her mouth to bring the shift up onto her arms and stretch it across her back, her head free, but it presses at her to bow her head. She refuses, my delight.

Tufts of sunlight dance among the leaves above her head and gives golden glinters flitting over her cheek and forehead. Proud supplicant. “You know what I want.” And she does. I want everything. I want all she has and all she can give. Her head lifts just enough that her breasts jut. They sway, their weight too much for her slight frame. Haughty and delicious, my love. A wild garden of delights and I would tame her.

Her eyes trail my wavering pole as I move out of the range of her vision. Her foot kicks from my grip as I work to wrap the two ankles together. “Are you fighting me?” There is mock surprise in my voice. I knew she would. She truly doesn’t like being bound so thoroughly, though her juices will be flowing all the more as I work.

“Please.” It’s not yet a begging tone, though she tries to enjoin a whine into her word. An attempt to placate me. To show me what I want and nudge me to take it now. I am patient and she will plead with all her heart before I take her.

But, oh how it turns me on to hear her say that word of love! Her foot yet waves and it takes an effort to secure it to the other and anchor it to the ground. “Fighting it will only gain you punishment.” I tell her quietly and she answers with a sob that is also a contented sigh and it liquefies pleasure to seep out and glisten on the tip of my hardness.

Her ankles tied, I move around in front of her and my penis waves in her face. She moans and her legs shuffle, testing the bindings. A pinch on the nipple tells her what will come and she cries out in anguished bliss, twisting in her constraints. Each pinch making her tug at the bindings until her delicate shoulders strain, the muscles flaring and showing individually under a sheen of perspirant moisture.

“Are you going to keep fighting like a bad girl or behave like we both know you will in the end?” My voice is quiet, even to my own ears. Husky and wanting. I can barely speak for the arousal. For the feeling of needing her. My whole body is intense and coiled. I feel the same thrumming coming from hers.

In answer, she jerks in her traces and my belt snaps down onto her rear. She cries out and I pinch her nipple again. She screams. More an “ohh” of joy and surprise than a wail of pain. She wants and wishes she didn’t. The cuffs shake in defiance and I wrap a cloth around her eyes, gaining a fluid sigh from her in return.

She never gives in, that scintillate little vixen of mine. Her curves flashed at me. Twinkling more lively than the dappled light through the leaves or the brightness of her eyes as we walked here hand in hand. Her breasts with a sway and jiggle, her hips jutting first one way then the other, her neck tautened and graceful. More than poetry or art, more than sense and motion.

The leather of the belt slaps onto her buttock again and again. And again. Then encircles her thigh. The second belt, the one that drew such a curious glance from her in the bedroom, performs the same maneuvers. Smack. Smack. Cinch around the thigh. My thumb to her lips, then my thick hard pole. When the ropes pulled her thighs apart, putting pressure on her ankles, she gasped, moaned, and wriggled harder than I’ve ever seen her. The groan forced itself from me. Shoved out my throat with all self control.

The whip on the sides of her swaying jugs shocked her less than it did me. She drives me beyond my ability to remain collected. She does it with full intention and a satisfied smile tinged her lips as the whip rose and fell and her head turned away from it side to side. Offering me first one breast, then another until, panting heavily, I regained composure and pressed my length into her throat. I pumped then, bucked and flailed. Grabbed the back of her hair and yanked. Her moans and winces were vibrations sending me fast over the edge.

A splatter brought a squeal from her. I yelled out as the next jolt sent a stream burning out the end of my being. Successive jolts opened me up and turned me inside out. “Oh, you little witch.” I cooed in her ear when I had nothing more to shoot and the dry pumping had finally abated. “You did kadıköy escort that on purpose. Bad girls get punished, you know that.” My hands smoothed her hair and stroked her face, my lips touched her nape and she moaned long and low and gut wrenching. She followed this with a sinuous shift of her body that jerked me back upright and awake.

I’d turned a strap on dildo inside out and reworked it so that it would attach around her, holding the tool inside her. She’s so tight that anything inserted in her while I toy with her is forced out. A wonderful feeling when I fill her. Utterly delicious and when she cums, it gets even tighter. I put it in and on her as she wriggled and moaned.

Each squirm earned her a slap on the bottom and each moan rewarded by a kiss. When it was in and secured, I connected an egg vibrator to the clitoral stimulator. She was jerking and mewling when the material went in her mouth and the cries muted. “Why do you struggle so?” I asked quietly. “A good girl does what she is told without fighting. Bad girls get punished.” Her butt cheeks clenched and the lash whistled through the air to land with a very satisfying snap.

Again and again the whip rises and falls as she strains and pulls. I stop. Reach out and pinch her nipple. Her back arches in a delicious move that makes my hardness jump and an ache shake me. Another pinch and I can feel her cumming.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare cum. That’s mine and you will give it to me when I say or your punishment will go on for days.” She shivered and thrashed, crying out through the gag. I turned off the vibrator and waited. Slowly, she calmed and when I thought it was safe, the lash came down on her bottom once more and the electricity ripped loose.

Over and over she went to the edge. Her haughtiness gone and fatigue showing in her shoulders hanging. My hand in her hair and the gag pulled down so I could shove my hard pole in her mouth. A pinch of nipple got just an arc and when i pulled out she said the word for me. In just the right way. She took my heart.

“Please.” A true plea. Dripping with need and desperation.

“You’ll be my good little girl?”

“Yes. Please.”

I turned the vibrator up and felt her tense for orgasm. She wanted to squirm and her upper lip was trembling fighting the urge. When a drop of perspiration rolled from her matted hair, I stopped it and took her hands out of the cuffs. The dildo came out with a sucking sound and she was wracked with shudders. I thought she would surely cum then, but she held on my little piece of perfection.

Bathing her in the river, cooling water to her hot flesh, I revel in her beauty and strength. She is everything that is woman to me and I tell her this in whispered puffs of breath. When I can bear it no longer, I take her in my arms, settle her on the grass and enter her to our mutual cries. She squeezes me so tightly that thrills shoot through me and I can hardly stop from my own climax long enough to enjoy the feeling. Long, slow strokes I hold to until I can feel it building within both of us, then faster and harder. Somewhere along the way, I allow her hands to trace my back and mine roam over her. Our lips meet and remain touching.

We are released from torment together in a torrent of emotion. Cries, screams, ohs, and, as she tells me later, fireworks. She closes her eyes and on the lids there are rockets of color and pinwheels of electricity. And for me, there is stream after stream of molten eruption that make my body spasm to the rhythm of her.

It is afternoon before I can gather enough consciousness to lead her by the hand to our bath where she is showered. Lathered and rinsed and laid on the bed. She has oil massaged into her delicious skin and is loved sweetly and gently.

The next days will find her tamed. She will docilely call me “sir” or “dear” or even “master”. She will allow me to cook for her and feed her. She will cook for me and do all I ask. Our lovemaking will be tender, marked with “please” and “thank you”. I will take these days of lull to think of her next adventure. Because I will come home three or four days from now and she will give me mischievous grins and sly come ons. She will say “master” more often and with a sardonic twist of her luscious lips. It will be nearly sarcastic. Teasing. There will be incidents of insubordination that try my patience. They will increase in number until I am forced to do something about it.

It takes all of my intelligence, my creativity, my wit, my force de vivre, my patience, to handle my wicked little girl and tame her to the leash and collar. But I love every minute of it.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, if you want to skip straight to the saucy stuff, look out for the three asterisks (***) throughout the story. All characters are 18+.

*****

Violet tapped her foot on the marble floor of the elevator in the sleek office building impatiently. She was late for an important lunch date (as usual, if she was being honest with herself) and the elevator was moving frustratingly slow. She took the time to smooth the white sundress she was wearing and to adjust some of her white-blonde hair behind her ear. She wanted to look polished, adult, when she stepped into Mr. Fontaine’s office. He might be an old family friend, but he was also their lawyer and her parents had always told her to treat him with respect.

The elevator finally opened at the floor of Mr. Fontaine’s law practice and Violet saw Mr. Fontaine waiting in the lobby in a crisp suit, his hands clasped behind his back. When he saw that it was Vi getting out of the lift, the older man smiled broadly, taking Vi’s hands and kissing her knuckles softly.

“Miss Kenvier, you look as lovely as always,” the older man smiled at her like a proud father, his silver hair neatly coiffed.

“I missed you so much while I was in France, Puppy!” Violet gasped breathlessly, wrapping her arms around the man who had been an incredibly important figure in her life since she was a little girl. Mr. Fontaine caught her easily and smiled fondly at her, stroking her hair as he set her down to the floor. Vi had been calling him Puppy since she was a girl and his regular staff were used to the term of endearment.

“So enthusiastic, Violet,” he teased her, catching her chin with the crook of his finger. “You can’t have missed this old man that much, surely.”

Mr. Fontaine, known as Pierce to his friends and Puppy to others even closer than that, enjoyed playing this little game with Violet whenever she returned from jetsetting. They always arranged to have lunch the day she returned so that she could fill him in with the details of her travels.

Vi’s parents had died in an airplane crash in the Swiss Alps when Vi was seventeen and as the executor of the estate and a close family friend, Pierce felt responsible for Violet’s wellbeing. He encouraged her to finish school, letting her study in his office for company and for help with any particularly difficult lessons. Violet’s gratitude was enormous and she invited him to attend both her high school and her university graduations in lieu of her predeceased parents – Pierce happily attended both, ensuring she had the biggest bouquets of any girl on the night. He wanted her never to feel like she’d gone without.

In return, she had been dutiful to her family name, never getting involved in the scandals that other rich girls her age did: she steered clear of drugs and seemed to be bored by boys her own age. Pierce understood her boredom: many of them were either out for her fortune or her body, not understanding the clever and kind woman that Violet truly was. He’d consoled her through a few heartbreaks, trying to provide the guidance and fatherly presence she needed during such heartwrenching times.

“Puppy! Don’t be so mean about yourself,” Violet laughed, her arms still around Pierce’s neck. It didn’t matter that his suit was designer and she was rumpling it, he was just happy to have her close to him again. He took her arm tenderly and looked back at his receptionist, a slim man named Bryce.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, Bryce. If anyone, and I mean anyone, calls for me, tell them I’m in a meeting with a client and not to be disturbed.”

Bryce smiled slyly and nodded. He understood discretion and he was under the distinct impression that Miss Kenvier had her ‘Puppy’ wrapped around her little finger. He’d caught Pierce on more than one occasion with women who looked like Violet and although Bryce was entrusted to buy gifts for anyone else, as a good assistant was, Violet’s gifts were always personally handled by Mr. Fontaine himself.

On the elevator ride down to the parking garage, Violet nuzzled her head against Pierce’s neck as she chattered about the weather in France, her flight home and how she hoped that he would be able to take some time off at Christmas this year ‘for her’. Pierce’s heart fell: he knew that Christmas was a tough time of year for her as her parents had died on the 27th. Last year there was an emergency with one of his other clients that required his direct handling and despite many of those billable hours going to purchase a lovely necklace for Violet – one she’d worn every day since then – it had upset her greatly to be alone at Christmas.

“I have plans for us this Christmas, unless you’d rather spend it with your beau?” Pierce smiled at her as Violet rolled her eyes and made a face.

“You’re my beau, Puppy, I keep telling you that,” she giggled, her sapphire blue eyes gazing up at him adoringly. He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead chastely, brushing some of her pale hair out of her face.

“Now, maltepe escort now, Violet. You mustn’t say such things, you’ll start rumours.” Pierce chided her gently, watching her pout. “You know I’ll always love you, sweetheart, but it isn’t the same.”

“I know you love me, Puppy, and I love you too. Isn’t that enough?” She looked at him earnestly as the elevator doors slid open to the parking garage level, saving Pierce from having to answer that difficult question.

As Pierce and Violet arrived in the underground parking garage, a sleek black car turned up and a tall man got out of the driver’s side. He nodded to Pierce and smiled at Violet, who smiled warmly back. The driver was Liam, Pierce’s right hand man, a man who looked like an assassin and might actually be one. Pierce was foggy on the details of where he’d met Liam, but a scar on Liam’s neck that looked like someone had tried to slit his throat and Pierce’s protective nature over the young man’s provenance led many to speculate. He was dressed in a sharp designer suit that showed off his slim, athletic body.

“Good to see you again, Miss Kenvier,” Liam said in a soft Irish accent.

“And you, Liam. Please, call me Vi,” she said, sliding into the leather backseat of the car after the door was opened for her. Liam smiled and looked to his boss for askance. Pierce chuckled and shrugged, following Vi into the back seat as he responded.

“What the lady wants, the lady gets. I’ve made a habit of never denying this girl anything and it’s too late to start now.” Pierce smirked, not realising how prophetic his words would indeed be.

The car door closed behind them, they were in air conditioned luxury and privacy. Violet remained cuddled against Pierce, her silken hair on his shoulder. One of her hands rested on his thigh, near his knee. It was a good thing he was an older, more experienced man, otherwise he might have revealed his innermost desires by the betrayal of his own body. He could tell her to move her hand but that would mean admitting that he’d noticed it. He watched the traffic outside, annoyed that the midday traffic was thicker than usual this Friday afternoon. He stroked Vi’s hair gently to soothe himself absently, but soon found her melted against him, cooing softly.

“Violet, you listen to me right now,” Pierce said sternly, his green eyes looking deeply into her blue ones. “You’re thirty years my junior. I could be your father. You deserve a man can keep up with you, who can love the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t want that, Puppy. I want you. I know I said France was nice and everything, and it was, but I couldn’t really enjoy it because I kept thinking about you and how much fun we had on our last vacation together. I’ve seen how you look at me. I know you want me too, Puppy.” Violet’s eyes were earnest as she gazed at the older man, who sighed deeply.

“I’ve always tried to protect you from my desires, Violet. I’ve watched you grow into a stunning woman and I don’t want to… corrupt you. I have peculiar tastes, Violet. The sort of things that I would expect from a wife that I could never ask of you, my sweet girl. The sort of things I’m afraid it would shock you even to hear.” Pierce said honestly, stroking Violet’s cheek tenderly. Violet looked back at him with adoration and pouted theatrically.

“Tell me, Puppy. I want to know.”

Pierce took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. He might shatter her innocence now, but better that than her chase these delusions of carrying on with him.

“Among other things, I enjoy watching my partners with other men,” Pierce admitted. While that was a fairly tame desire, it was not something he could expect Violet to agree to.

“That’s fine! You won’t be corrupting me. Give me a chance, Puppy,” Violet said impatiently. “Do you want to see Liam fuck me?”

Liam, who had thus far been ignoring the conversation, glanced back in the rearview mirror coolly. It was difficult to tell what was on his mind, but it wasn’t the first time that Pierce and he would have shared a woman. Pierce figured it might be a way to call Violet’s bluff: knowing how depraved her Puppy could truly be might scare her straight and cause her to give up these illusions.

“I want us both to fuck you at the same time, in the back of the car. I want you to let yourself be used in any way we choose. And it won’t just be him, it will be anyone I decide.” Pierce looked at her sternly, expecting her to quail at any minute after hearing his list of demands. “You’ll be used any way I want if you became mine.”

Instead of balking, Violet started pulling her sundress up, revealing a tan line where her bikini bottom should sit, but in reality there was nothing there other that her beautifully plump pussy lips. Had Liam been less of a professional, he would have rear-ended the car in front of him. As it was, he nearly missed a green light as he slyly observed Violet eagerly disrobing in the back seat.

Pierce groaned pendik escort with desire and resignation. Perhaps she truly did love him despite his quirks, he thought as he pulled her into his lap, ripping her sundress down to her stomach so he could play with her shapely breasts. His hands cupped them and raised them to his lips, kissing her small pink nipples tenderly as he looked into her eyes. Violet spread her legs wide, arching her back as she ran her fingers through Pierce’s silver hair. He closed his eyes as he savoured her attention, his entire body tingling with restrained desire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Vi moaned as the older man massaged her body, stripping her of her sundress completely. Pierce was surprised: had he been too quick to write off her affection as that of a doting daughter figure instead of a woman with her own wants and needs?

“Tell me about it, babygirl. Liam, find somewhere private and then join us in the back. Violet has bravely volunteered the use of her holes.” Pierce grabbed Violet’s ass and spread it for good measure, savouring the sight of the lusty twenty-something on his lap.

“I wanted you to pop my cherry you know?” Vi said softly. “I tried everything I could think of to make you notice me. Don’t you remember New Year’s Eve when I turned eighteen-”

“- I remember it well. You made me take you to London so you could have champagne. You were off your head by eleven and I had to take you back to your room and tuck you in for the night. I was there for your first hangover, too.” Pierce said sternly, his gaze a loving but authoritative one as his fingers explored the soft mounds of her breasts.

“I had a drink because I thought if you saw me drinking you might realise I’m not a kid anymore and that… how I felt about you had changed. I was just nervous so I ended up having more than one – I planned to kiss you at midnight and everything.” Vi bit her bottom lip, looking a little embarrassed. Pierce remembered her throwing a fit as she wanted to be out until midnight, crying in the cab on the way back to the hotel. It all made sense now.

“You’ve wanted me for that long, Vi?”

“For even longer, Puppy,” Vi admitted, looking self-conscious.

“Oh, Vi, baby, come here,” he said softly, kissing her deeply, his experienced tongue teasing her lips open as he ran his fingers through her white-blonde hair. Her lips were so soft and he loved the way that she moaned against his lips.

“I’m going to make it all better now,” he promised her, kissing her over and over as she melted against him, her petite body wrapped tightly around him as though she never wanted him to let her go.

“Puppy is here for you.” He whispered into her soft skin, tracing designs onto it with his tongue.

“Please,” she moaned hoarsely. “Do whatever you want to me. Both of you – I want to show you that I can be what you need.” Her sapphire eyes shimmered with sincerity as she gazed adoringly at Pierce.

***

“Turn around on my lap and spread your legs, baby.” Pierce instructed, helping her turn around so her back was against his chest and her legs were spread over his lap. He shifted slightly to allow his hard cock relief against her pert ass before reaching in between her legs, stroking her hot little pussy open with his fingers. Violet was soaking, his fingers coated in her sweet juices with only a few strokes. Violet let out a soft whimper and rubbed her ass against Pierce.

“You naughty girl,” he teased her, cupping one of her breasts with a hand while his fingers swirled around her cunthole, teasing without slipping inside. Pierce was experienced, after all, and he knew how to coax the most pleasure out of a woman possible. “You’re going to get fucked like a little slut in the back of this car and I want you to thank me for it.”

Violet squirmed with delight against Pierce, her mouth opening in gasping breaths as she felt his thumb brush ever so softly against her clit. Her thighs tensed and she let out a plaintive wail as she felt the thumb move off of her clit. Pierce was going to drive her crazy with this sort of teasing.

“Th-thank you!” Vi gasped heavily, arching her back as Pierce’s attention moved to the tight ring of her ass. No other man had ever touched her there and it was thrilling and humiliating as she felt Pierce’s probing fingers rubbing firmly against her asshole.

“Thank you whom?” Pierce growled in her ear, cupping her entire vulva with his large hand. He could see that Liam had chosen a spot to park: he had made his way out of the center of the city and had chosen a street that ended in land cleared for development. There were likely to be few interruptions on the dead-end street. Liam slid out of the front seat, leaving his blazer in the front so it didn’t get wrinkled. He strode to the back, looking around carefully before getting into the back as quickly as possible.

“Thank you Sir!” Violet squealed obediently, her thighs trembling at the overwhelming sensations coursing anadolu yakası escort through her petite frame. Pierce nodded, grabbing her thighs and forcing them as wide as they could go, which for Violet was the splits, thanks to the gymnastics training of her youth.

“Good girl. Liam, tell me what you think of Miss Kenvier’s pussy. Is it the juiciest little cunt you have ever seen or what?” Pierce’s mouth was twisted into a wry smirk. Liam and he had played this game before, but never in a million years did he think that Violet would be involved.

“That’s a lovely tight little fanny,” Liam agreed, licking his lips with a wolfish look on his face. Pierce might be head over heels with Violet, but Liam liked fucking and humiliating little rich bitches and given the look on Violet’s face, he knew she’d like being humiliated just as much as he liked humiliating her. Liam sat back and put his hands on his knees, staring Violet down. His cock twitched and swelled as he watched her silken cunt drip her pearly fluid. “Fairer’n’not she’s got a fountain for a cunt. I bet she’d satisfy an entire unit of lads before she’d had her fill.”

Pierce nodded and began to undo his pants, kissing along Violet’s neck as he did. He slid his silk boxers off of his cock which was achingly hard, standing proud of the silver hair that framed it.

“I bet she would. Violet is insatiable in many ways. Lucky for us she just has to satisfy the two of us today. That means we expect special attention, Violet.” Pierce reminded her sternly as her soft cunt began to slide along his length without taking him inside. Violet moaned, spreading her legs wantonly as she replied.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Such a quick learner… I always knew you were a clever girl. I didn’t expect those skills to translate into being a good little slut, to be honest.” Pierce commented as Vi flushed with pride watching Liam stalk over to her like a panther, not taking his eyes off of her.

“She’ll learn,” Liam promised, running his thumb across her lower lip, pinching her lip away from her teeth briefly as he let her see the outline of his cock in his designer pants. Liam’s cock was long, he’d hit cervix in every woman he’d fucked no matter how turned on she was. While he boasted the length, his cock was slightly narrower than his boss’. Liam wound his fingers in Violet’s white-blond hair and shoved her face into his crotch, rubbing his cock against her as she squealed, struggling to remain balanced on top of Pierce. Liam’s musky scent made her brain go fuzzy and her mouth water – the smell reminded her of the first cock she’d sucked: that of her literature tutor. She’d always had a thing for older men, but none could scratch the itch the way that she knew that her Puppy would when he finally took her.

“Y-yes, please!” Violet begged, her head held in place by Liam’s firm hands. He smirked and rubbed the hot tip of his cock over her lips while Pierce watched in approval. Liam opened her mouth using his fingers, forcing her lips to part before shoving his cock between them, deep enough to make her gag. Violet’s blue eyes went wide as she gasped for air, but Liam smacked her cheeks with the tips of his fingers, pulling her hair to keep her in place like a little fuck toy. Pierce didn’t seem to mind the way his sweet girl was being treated, in fact it delighted him. He’d always wanted a sweet slut to bed and wed and here was his little angel Violet, begging for a chance.

Liam’s lithe body made quick work of fucking Violet’s mouth, which pushed Violet back onto Pierce’s cock. Pierce felt himself slowly slip inside the beautiful woman before him and he groaned at how wet her little pussy was. It was as delightful as he’d always imagined it to be: soft, soaking and straining to take his girth. He felt tremendously fiendish as his cock slipped inside the woman before him, but he knew now that he had to have her.

“Good girl, Violet,” Pierce groaned as he felt Violet ride his cock gently while Liam fucked her face, Liam’s piercing features trained on the blonde stunner taking his cock all the way down her throat with such enthusiasm. Her plush lips caressed his cock and her tongue went to work licking and tasting him as he pumped inside her mouth. Violet moved her hips to dip Pierce’s cock ever deeper inside of her eager pussy, moaning against Liam’s rigid length.

Violet was in heaven: she was getting the treat she’d wanted for so long, her beloved Puppy was fucking her and not only that, he wanted to share her with Liam, whom Violet found sexy for entirely different reasons. Puppy was love, comfort and protection, Liam was the bad boy who would use and abuse her just right. Having both at once was making her delirious with pleasure.

Pierce’s strong hands locked on Violet’s small waist, using her like a sex toy to stroke over his throbbing cock. Violet’s cunt was obscenely wet, dripping all over him as he pumped himself inside of her. Her pink pussy ached for him and she tried to keep him inside her as long as possible by twisting her hips to show him her hunger for his cock. Pierce smirked and spanked her ass as she did, letting her know that he was in charge of how much cock she got. Violet moaned as Pierce dipped his cock inside her soaking cunt over and over, her thighs trembling with pleasure.

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My husband’s blue balls are progressing nicely. I haven’t permitted him to ejaculate for 41 days now, since we switched roles, making me the dominant and him the slave. His testicles are distended with their load, hanging heavy and hard in my hand.

I give them another hard squeeze for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from the man to whom they are attached. Satisfied, I withdraw my hand and they hang pendulously between his legs again.

His penis is encased in a hard metal cage. An unforgiving stainless steel tube clamped snugly over the shaft of his penis. I had the cage custom made for him before we were married, and the corona of his circumcised cock sits precisely on the opening of the tube, bulging outwards from the metal and bulging back over it slightly. A ridged wire mesh fits over the end, precisely following the contours of the glans, the purple flesh of which is pressing through the gaps as though trying to escape.

Adam – that’s my husbands name – is prevented from getting an erection by the downward curvature of the tube and the constriction of the cage. A red gem at the end of the device serves as a grip for unscrewing the plug from the end of the contraption, which currently sits in his urethra, preventing unauthorised ejaculation (if that were possible) or urination. The plug sits just a centimetre or so inside his urethra. I would use something longer and more invasive if I could but as his cock is being forced into a curve, this is the longest I can use without causing damage.

He doesn’t know it yet but the plug is about to come out, and not only to allow him to empty his bladder this time. I’ve just found out I must go way for a couple of nights on business and Adam can’t come with me. This means he’ll be alone, unattended and – for safety reasons – in possession of the key to his genital prison.

I wish I could trust him not to masturbate while I’m gone, but he’s only a man, and no man could withstand 6 weeks of abstinence voluntarily. Certainly not considering the level of teasing I’ve subjected him to. Walking around the apartment naked when it suited me or going braless in thin white T-shirt’s, my large erect nipples showing through.

I can’t leave his cock locked up in chastity, and I can’t trust him not to relieve himself of the swollen blue balls I’ve spent the last month and a half cultivating, so I have to compromise. I’m going to drain him completely of every drop of cum. I’ll empty him entirely, testicles, prostate and every tube and vessel in between. I’m going to extract more than his body would normally allow by manipulating the regulating mechanisms of his ejaculatory system. I’m going to render him incapable of giving himself an orgasm or ejaculating for the entire period of my absence. kadıköy escort Fuck: he’ll be lucky if his dick works at all for a week after I’m through, and he’ll be back in his chastity device long before that.

Milking him of everything while inflicting the minimum amount of pleasure possible will take some skill. Ideally I want each forced ejaculation to cause anguish rather than pleasure. I have to be realistic though: some of the process will unavoidably feel good, but it will just be an overture to a series of agonising ruined orgasms. He’ll be left frustrated each time I wrench a cumshot from him. More desperate for release but less able to get there.

I need his cooperation though. Everything has to be optimal. I tell him that I’m going to be milking him, and I need him to fill the cup I produce. If he manages it I’ll take 2 days off his time being my slave and I’ll be at his mercy two days earlier. It’s an easy promise to make: there’s no way I’ll let him fill that cup.

I have three hours before I have to think about packing and leaving so it’s time to get started. I unscrew the urethra plug and pull it out, eliciting the usual gasp from Adam. It draws out a string of precum – he’s in a constant state of arousal after so long locked up. After taking him to the bathroom I lead him to the frame we have set up in the bedroom and he stands tall for me as I tie his hands above his head.

I seat myself comfortably to the side of him and pull the key to the cage out of my cleavage (a little visual trick I’ve been saving for the right occasion). He’s virtually panting with excitement at the sight.

The key slips into the lock and I pause for a minute, weighing his testicles in my hand. They’re substantially larger and heavier than normal. They must ache so much. This thought and the feeling of their weight in my hand is turning me on. I’ve always had a fetish for blue balls on the men I abuse – particularly in the man I chose as my husband. Such a shame to ruin them, but never mind. This is going to be fun I suppose.

The key turns with a click and the cage pops open. I pull the tube away, but leave the metal ring around his cock and balls. His dick instantly springs to life. He’s nearly fully hard already. His cock is large and thick. A factor he likes to use to full advantage when his turn as dominant comes.

He made me take all 8 inches of it in my ass every day for the entire three months of my slavery last time. Some times more than once a day. My pussy was used for his amusement in other ways… No time for reminiscing about that now. I have work to do.

I made him give himself an enema about half an hour ago so he knows to expect me to violate his asshole in some way. I’m going to start kartal escort the process of draining him by milking his prostate as this is the least pleasurable – and most humiliating- method of inducing ejaculation for him.

I lube my finger and insert it inside him, probing for the spongy bulb of his prostate. I find it easily as it’s distended with unspent fluid. He’s so desperate for relief he’s actually backing his ass into my finger! Relief isn’t what I’m trying to achieve here.

I start to press the gland with my finger, just gently at first. Within 30 seconds a steady stream of white seminal fluid is dripping from his now throbbing cock. He’s making straining noises, not sure if he likes the sensation of being milked from the inside.

As fun as milking Adam like this is, I know it’s not achieving the goal of emptying his testicles. For that I need to stimulate – but not pleasure – his cock. With my finger in his asshole I’ll be able to feel his contractions and gauge how close he is to orgasm, and importantly – make sure he doesn’t.

His penis feels solid and hot in my hand as I start teasing and I can feel his racing pulse throbbing through it. Gripping the shaft with my free hand I start to run my thumb along the frenulum, treating it like I would a clit. He starts to pant almost instantly and is letting out strained fussing noises after a few seconds. When he starts to thrust into my hand I stop.

“You know that’s not allowed, Adam!”

I take a hard swipe at his low hanging balls with an open hand. He yelps and his knees go out but he’s held up by the wrist restraints. When he recovers I’m impressed to note he’s managed to fully maintain his erection.

He knows better than to ask for mercy. That would cost him an extra day of his servitude, and lose him a day of mine.

When I start stimulating his cock again he manages to keep still. I’m rubbing his frenulum and tapping on the swollen prostate with my inserted finger in tendem. The stream of precum has started again. It’s drip drip dripping loudly on the tiled floor at Adam’s feet. He doesn’t endure this treatment for long before the first spasms start, his internal muscles squeezing down on my finger.

Adam’s holding his breath, poised for his first orgasm in 6 weeks (last time he came he would have been unloading into my asshole or down my throat). He thinks I’m going to let him cum! At precisely the point of no return I stop. I wait. To my delight, Adam actually cries out with disappointment and effort as his first ruined orgasm pumps a load of thick hot semen across the room in a powerful jet.

“You missed the cup”

After this first explosion it continues to stream slowly out of him for what seems like an impossibly kartal escort extended period. The whole time Adam is groaning and writhing in a kind of pain, as though he’s in labour. Finally he finishes. We start the game again.

I use the same technique again after a moments rest and another few minutes pass before the familiar contractions start. He’s trying to hide his approaching orgasm but his muscles don’t lie. He’s silent when I stop this time and for a moment I think I’ve misjudged it and nothing is going to happen. Just as I’m about to start tentative stroking again he tenses suddenly and a second stream of cum starts pouring out of him – this time directly into the cup – and Adam sags in his restraints. Panting gently.

Round 3. I lube up my hand and reinsert my finger. This time I start wanking his shaft properly as more stimulation is needed (his balls have lost a little of their former volume). He seems to like it but there’s not much I can do at this point. I’ll have to address this later.

It doesn’t take long before I have to reduce the stimulation down to frenulum rubbing again. I edge him to a third ruined load which lands in the cup again and I praise him for his marksmanship.

When he’s finished he looks at me pleadingly as I laugh at my own joke

“I’m done now. Please don’t make me do it again, baby…”

“I can stop, but it’ll cost you four days, Honey. Your choice.”

I interpret his silence as the instruction to carry on and he can’t help himself as I start stroking his cock again. In that moment he does want me to do it again.

I continue subjecting him to this for another hour or so. I inflict four more ruined orgasms in that time. Each one is slightly less productive than the last, but seem to cause Adam more effort and frustration, or whatever it is he’s feeling, as his contractions pump more and more ejaculate out of him.

“How does that feel, Honey?”

No response from him.

I’m starting to get bored, although the increasingly desperate noises he’s making are still making me quite wet.

“Got any more in there for me?”

I’m not sure he has. His prostate still feels quite firm though so I concentrate on milking him from the inside for a while longer, and I’m rewarded with the patter of more fluid running into the cup.

Only when he’s finally spent and I’m sure he’s physiologically incapable of ejaculating do I finally stop.

Adam still hasn’t been allowed the relief that an orgasm would bring, in spite of having his balls completely drained and his tired prostate rendered entirely spent he’s still partially erect.

I force his cock back down the metal tube and snap everything back into place, finishing off by reinserting and screwing in the urethra plug. I’m not going to bother with the lock, I don’t think he’ll need it locking up now until I return from my trip. There’s just enough time before I go to make him bring me to orgasm with his to tongue. His penis will be useless to me now anyway.

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