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The Awakening of Mallory

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Her name was Mallory. She’d been named after a character on an old tv sit com that her parents had grown up watching. The delightful young blond was 21. However, as an admirer once mentioned, she could pass for a few years younger. Fact was, Mallory looked incredibly innocent yet perfectly erotic and, well, hot. And she was definitely of age, working at a local bar and restaurant. She had a slender figure with long legs, thighs that barely met at the top, leading up to a tight little ass, a lovely arch in her back, plump apple breasts, and a sweet Naomi Watts face with rosy cheeks and medium length blond hair.

He pretty mouth, with its sensuous lips and slight pout, made worldly men grit their teeth, wishing they could be so lucky as to kiss those precious, inviting lips, and perhaps even fuck them. Not surprisingly, there were other areas of her uncommonly attractive anatomy that seemed begging for licks, kisses, and, well, invasive exploration…. She was down right fuckable: an exquisite, unspoiled piece of ass. As a matter of fact, it occurred to this writer more than once that Mallory might look quite lovely with my cock between those tender delicate tits, one of her pretty hands hefting my swollen, full balls while the other steered my erection to her lip-curling mouth. My gentle kisses on the top of her lovely head would be her welcome reward as I spent a copious quantity of seed into her welcoming mouth as her lovely eagerly learning hands massaged my balls and clutched my firm ass. Yes, sweet Mallory’s charms did indeed cause a mind to wander….

She had worked at the bar for a month or so. During that time she’d heard about a handsome though dangerous gentleman who was known as a stud and accomplished lover. He was said to have bedded many women who frequented the bar, and that his skills were renowned. He was particularly well-endowed, which was supposedly apparent even through his jeans, which he wore tight. He was rumored to currently have a relationship with a beautiful woman who also frequented the bar, and that this woman was now his sex slave. He had a rugged, slightly menacing charm. A kind of energy surrounded him that made some women weak in the knees: he was a bad boy. A really bad boy.

Sweet innocent Mallory, upon hearing this description of the handsome dangerous rover, found the idea of being this man’s sex slave to be incredibly arousing.

At 21 she’d been sexually active for a few years, but only with ‘boys’ her own age. She had been approached by an older teacher her first semester at college who clearly thought she was beautiful – but it frightened her to think of herself with a man almost twice her age. It wasn’t that she didn’t find him attractive – he was quite handsome, and smelled very manly and hot, but she didn’t want to seem inexperienced. One day while he spoke to her after class she glanced down and noticed he had a giant bulge in his pants. She reached out as if mesmerized by it and rested her hand on it. The teacher smiled and placed his hand on her cheek and smiled at her … you just aren’t ready, are you angel. She nodded and took her hand away. It was one of the most erotic moments she’d ever had, and she frantically masturbated when she got home (as did he); but one thing led to another and they never got together. But these boys were tiresome – their lack of attentiveness and selfish goal of just reaching their own orgasm as quickly as possible didn’t really leave her any thrill. She longed for Maltepe Fetiş Escort more meaning in sex. And she quite liked the idea of being trained by an older lover, someone who’d be patient and instructive with her, to take care of her needs, and also to show her the true meaning of pleasuring a man. She wouldn’t mind being a great lover herself! Gosh, she thought, what would it be like to have such an experienced lover who just took control and fucked the living daylights out of me and made sure I was pleasured, and then taught me how to please him, and all men, completely? She’d fantasized about older men before – mostly her teachers (who no doubt had their own fantasies starring sweet Mallory) – and the notion of someone older and more experienced showing her how to really make love excited her.

She thought back to the day with the teacher, when she rested her lovely hand on his bulging pants, and wished she’d asked him for a tutorial. “Can you teach me what to do with this?” she should have asked. The idea made her tiny panties wet.

So when she’d heard about this sex slavery rumor, she noticed her pussy tingled, and her panties were damp. As she sat on a stool on her break, she squirmed and fidgeted and even had a little orgasm. She could tell her face was flushed. Her co-workers hadn’t noticed, and while she finished her soda on her break, they wandered back to their stations.

As if arranged by fate, the man happened to come in just then! Sarah, a cocktail waittress, rushed over to Mallory and whispered, “That’s him!”

Mallory looked at him and realized that he was very attractive: handsome, rugged, confident. She’d expected him to look, well, old, or something. He had a narrow face with defined cheekbones. She was surprised at her realization that it was less about how he looked than how he carried himself. Yes, he was confident… and it excited her. He moved with a strong gait, and smiled at her. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. He had a cute ass, strong features, and she quickly noticed that the front of his jeans bulged with what looked like a massive cock. Had she ever noticed this in other men?

She’d looked at her high school boy’s swim team in their little speedos, and was curious about their penises. She imagined the stud before her in a little black speedo on the beach, french kissing her while his cock buldged in the slinky brief suit. She thought of her teacher again, and imagined reaching down to cup the stud’s balls in the suit and asking him to teach her something.

All the while she started absently at the man’s jeans-covered bulge. Then the sound of him clearly his throat brought her out of her daydream. Her face flushed – she’d never checked out a guy’s crotch before! And here she was, brazenly staring at this gorgeous stud’s cock in his tight jeans. It hung down and to the right, thick and long, some inches down the right pant leg. The site froze her in her stare, which she forced herself to break. She stole another gaze down there as he sat down and could clearly see his big balls through the material. She looked at her own hands, mentally estimating what his big dick would look like cradled in her tender petite hands. She’d held her boyfriends’ cocks before (they’d cum before she was even ready to kiss!), but they were just boys! She would have a hard time getting her fingers around that thing! She smiled, then peaked at his bulging jeans again. As she looked up at his handsome Maltepe Gecelik Escort face she realized he’d seen her peaking at his crotch. He smiled and winked, instructed the bartender to put her drink on his tab.

He took a call on his cell phone, speaking quietly in a voice full of deep resonance and charisma. Yes, he had a nice voice. He laughed, said, “I mean it – you better do what I’ve told you, angel.” Then, after the call, he got up to leave, but not before he stood across from her and let her get a real good look at his jeans-covered cock, which was now clearly hard and pressed against his pants. He approached her, whispering, “You are lovely, my dear.” He drew his finger down from her ear to her chin. His touch made her gush. “I like that you were looking where you were looking. It pleases me. Look there now,” he said in a tone that almost sounded like an order. She did as she was told, looking directly at his cock through his jeans, seeing every crease in his pants, the fullness and length of his semi-firm shaft, the unmistakeable roundness of the head, and the feeling of being told to do it, and then doing what she was told, gave her butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to be taken by him right then on the bar!

He now looked directly at her crotch, his gaze lingering long on that area, his eyes moving languidly across her body.

She could almost feel his hands on her, though he had barely touched her!

He breathed in and turned his head to one side, his eyes glazed. Leaning in, he whispered, “I can smell your arousal.” She blushed, he winked again and looked brazenly at her whole body again, up and down. She felt a second tiny orgasm as he licked his sexy lips. “Don’t worry – I’m sensitive that way. But you are an angel. A lovely, sexy angel. Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

He stood for a moment, and then whispered, “Good night, pretty girl.” She was gushing her little panties. When he turned away, she found herself gazing at his ass, parting her knees and arching her back, bringing her pussy against the stool, wanting to rub her pussy with both hands but somehow resisting the powerful urge. Even so, she came intensely, clearing her throat and coughing to conceal what would have otherwise been a moan, and hoping nobody saw her humping her bar stool. After he’d left, she looked down at her crotch, realizing that the lips of her pussy were pressing firmly against her tight pants, creating a somewhat deep cleft. Her inflamed clitoris was getting rubbed, she realized, and it crossed her mind that HE had seen this bit of camel toe. She also noticed a slight dark spot from her cum. All this just seemed to add to her incredible arousal. And he’d only just looked at her!

Later, as she drove home after work, she touched herself, imagining what it would be like to have this genuine stud take her and have his way with her. As the thought of his hard cock entering her tight, inexperienced pussy entered her mind, and the actual doubt she felt about being able to take all of him, she had an intense orgasm and nearly drove off the road as her sexy pelvis bucked and her fingers felt dampness through her tight black pants.

The next morning she found herself dripping wet upon waking. She was on her tummy, wearing lovely lacy thong panties, and imagined this mystery man, her fantasy sex master, grabbing her hair and offering his massive cock to her, demanding her mouth, entering her tender pretty innocent mouth with his Maltepe Genç Escort towering manhood and forcefully moving her up and down on him. She had never actually felt so aroused at the thought of sucking a man’s cock until that moment. Now it seemed she not only would be aroused by it but that it was absolutely necessary for her to suck a cock in order to be truly satisfied. She imagined the hardness in her mouth, the manly taste, musky, the weight of his big balls in her hand as she held them at his instruction, as he stood over her, his powerful hips thrusting as his massive cock took her mouth like it was a pussy, and fucked her pretty mouth with the intensity of a wild animal. What would it be like to feel him cum in her mouth? She wondered. What would the pulsation as the cum shot out the end of his cock feel like, would she be able to take all of his seed? She hoped so! Would she feel his balls get lighter as she coaxed his cum from them? She had no doubt he would demand that she swallowed his cum. The idea of being ‘made’ to do it brought her yet another orgasm. She so wanted him to tell her to eat his cum. It made her crazy to think how incredibly sexy it would be to have him tell her what to do, and to fuck her with animal demands, to use her like a slave. To take her from behind and fuck her like an animal. This was her desire – to be possessed by this dark handsome stud.

She knew as well that this man, as dangerous as he seemed, was a caring man who would never hurt her. This was important to her – the feeling of safety. He was demanding and rugged, but she was a girl he felt like protecting and caring for. She would be safe with him. This, too, made her wet and happy.

Not one to mull over decisions for too long, Mallory decided right then and there to become his sex slave. She felt exhilarated at the clarity of her decision. As she drove back to work, she could feel her pussy gushing. She made sure it didn’t look like she had wet her pants. She noticed, in looking down at her pants to see if they were wet, that once again her pussy was clearly visible: her slightly bulging lips created a little cleft. She knew some people hated to see a woman’s anatomy like this, but she knew that her worldly stud would appreciate it, even scrutinize it, just like he had the other night. She thought about what it would be like to gaze at the studly lump in his tight pants and to see him looking at her crotch, licking his lips again. And one thought led to another, and she imagined what it would be like to have his tongue down there, kissing her, licking her, prodding and probing her sweet pussy. Her orgasm came right away then, her pelvis once again bucking lewdly as she rubbed herself against her hands, feeling the delicate material from her pretty panties working its way up into her, creating more friction and pleasure against her clitoris.

In her mind, her stud lover was devouring her pussy, licking up and down and diving into her slit deeply, then coming up to suckle her red and aroused button. Interestingly she’d never thought that it would be pleasant to have anyone touch her ass, but she was hit by the sudden desire to have this man do just that. She imagined that as he ate her voraciously, his moans soundly like the hungry animal growls of a predator eating his prey, he’d draw his tongue over her clean tight ass and then wet a finger with her pussy juice and began burrowing it into her tender, virgin anus. The very thought of this invasion was shocking and arousing at the same time. She knew, now, that this man could have her any way he wanted and the thought brought her yet another orgasm.

All this transpired in the mind of Mallory, who’d only just met the man that she hoped would soon enslave her. Did he have the same plan?

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Yours to Hold, Fuck, and Fill

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Author’s note: This story is based very closely on an actual event in my sexual escapades. Enjoy!

*****

I threw myself against the dresser and peered into the mirror. “I’m so cute! Don’t you think I’m cute?” My boyfriend Scott laughed and leaned against the wall. I looked at my new hair cut and color. I had just taken 8 inches off and had choppy layers and curls put in, with a red-rust color applied. Combined with my pale skin and blue eyes, I felt absolutely sexy.

His arms circled around my stomach and he wrestled me onto his bed, still laughing. “Yes, you’re gorgeous. And fuckable. Very fuckable.” He trapped my arms to my sides with his thighs and stroked my chest with his hands. “And mine.” I shivered when he said that because I loved feeling like his possession. I wanted the feeling like he had the freedom to do anything without recourse.

“Yours,” I whispered and looked up at him without a trace of a smile. I didn’t need much more foreplay than his words and he knew it. When he sat back and let me sit up, I lifted my black tank top up over my head. Fingers, both his and mine, were quick to pinch nipples to painful peaks. The rest of our clothing flew to the floor and without any further foreplay, he entered me quickly. I bit his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as his body engaged mine in sexual frenzy.

But before he came, Scott pulled out of me and pulled me roughly to my knees. I wasn’t quite sure what he was intending at first, but when he took my place on the bed I had the general idea. As he reclined on the bed, his brown eyes grinned up at me and his soft hands enclosed mine gently as he pulled me forward from my kneeling position.

I rocked forward until I was face to face with his cock. I smelled my pre-cum and licked my lips. This was a treat! I began by licking just the tip and immediately after, started my real work. As my head descended down, I swirled my mouth and my tongue around his shaft in different directions. I could hear his approval as he gasped loudly. Dirty words flew out of his mouth in a fluid stream, barely muttered. My hands reached up and pinched his nipples during the final moments before ejaculation. It was difficult to keep my mouth on his penis as his hips bucked and his legs spasmmed quite uncontrollably.

As I continued sucking on his penis, the semen slippery and warm on my tongue, I felt his hands rest lightly on my head. His fingers curled in my short red tangles as he whispered, “Jen, I have a present for you.” I swallowed the cum and tried to sit up. “No, just stay there.” With my face pressed into his crotch, I couldn’t see his face, but his voice was soft, shy and awkward. For long moments we lay together, and I began to enter a peaceful state of acceptance. I loved the smell of his skin. The musky aroma of his thighs. His penis took some time to soften and I savored the new texture that it became. It was velvet and delicate and I found that I took great pleasure in keeping it warm and safe, after our aggressive sex.

All at once my mouth was filled with another salty fluid and his grip on my hair tightened. I knew what it was but was unsure as to how I felt about this new situation. I tried to stay calm. This was the present? We had bantered back and forth about what we were interested in, but water sports had been only lightly touched upon. The stream in my mouth continued to flow and I felt it dribble out of the corner of my mouth.

“Swallow it.” It was a command. I tried to obey, but I gagged a bit. However, once I had the first mouthful down, it was easier to keep up with his flow. I closed my eyes and let myself be engaged in this power play. He knew that I wanted to be submissive and humiliated sexually. He wanted to explore new ways to play and enjoy our bodies. I knew that he had even darker interests that we hadn’t yet ventured into.

My body started to react, growing moist and hot, especially when he pushed more forcefully on my head when I began to struggle. I imagined what he must be seeing. My body curled up alongside his, most of my face hidden by my hair, my mouth pressed against his body. I did everything I could to trap every last drop of urine in my mouth, but some trickled out of my lips. He didn’t let me lick it up and I felt the sticky residue settle around my cheeks.

Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. One hand rushed to my clit Maltepe Olgun Escort and the other played with the slick juices coming out of me. I easily slipped three fingers in and started fucking myself. Because of our earlier activities, I quickly felt my orgasm mounting. It was quick and easy, just the way I liked it.

He was done with my mouth and pulled out, keeping my head in his lap. I loved how he stroked my hair, curling his fingers in the new rust-colored tangles. I could see his eyes. They were gentle and warm. He loved me. He laughed quickly. “I want to do this again.”

******

After that first taste, I could tell that both of us wanted to go further. We waited a few nights, teasing, but abstaining from any actual sexual activities. Finally one night, after running around town to some truly fantastic gallery openings, we returned home to a quiet house. It’s traditional at art gallery openings to have wine aplenty, and so we giggled and stumbled a bit around the kitchen, fixing a quick snack of fruit and water.

After a little while, I noticed that Scott was glancing at me, checking me out in that overly-subtle way that told me he wanted a piece of me. Realizing this, I stood up and wandered into the master bedroom to kick off my heels and toss my sweater on the bed. I expected him to follow me and when I looked towards the door, he didn’t disappoint me.

He backed me into the bathroom, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips. I nibbled on his earlobe, as I pressed my body tightly against his. The tiles of the bathroom floor were cold against my bare feet and I whimpered a bit when he stepped back away from me.

“Jen, I want you to take off your clothes.” He calmly stood in the door, but with the tone in his voice and his arms crossed so casually, I could tell that he was in proper form tonight. He was ready to push us both again and was happy to do as he asked.

“You want a strip show?” I grinned as I unzipped my little black dress and started doing a slow strip tease. First I showed him my right shoulder, the red spiral tattoo flowing around and around on my pale skin. I heard him chuckle. Then I twisted around so that my back was to him, and let the left strap fall. My hands held the soft fabric to my breasts and seeing this, he sauntered over towards me. I felt the scruff of his chin against my neck while his fingers undid the clasps of my bra. I felt myself grow moist and wanted to turn around and fuck him right then and there.

“Continue,” he said, taking his post again in the doorway. I shivered and turned around slowly, swiveling my hips as I had learned in my belly dancing classes, letting the black fabric sway with my body. It caught and twirled around my legs as I let it drop to the floor. My hands brushed back my red curls briefly before cupping my breasts through the black lace bra. I looked over my shoulder as I pinched my nipples and watched his face flush.

I danced slowly, removing the straps of the bra, and then again turning around in the classic belly dancing movements. I felt my own flesh flushing as I bent over to slip the thong down my hips, stepping out and tossing them aside. Still dancing, I peered at Scott through half-closed eyes.

“When are you going to fuck me?”

“Soon. But first, pick up the rugs.” His voice was husky, but tinged with humor.

“Excuse me?” My mood momentarily killed, I looked at him quizzically. But when he didn’t move or speak, I rushed to obey. I flipped the two rugs past him into the bedroom, my naked body brushing up against his pants and soft dress shirt.

He grabbed me by my arm as I straightened up. “Now, undress me.” Mmmm…my libido was right back in gear again! I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and nibbling on his lips. He murmured appreciatively against my mouth, shrugging the shirt off when I was done with the buttons. When he grinned and glanced down at his pants, I wasn’t surprised to find his hands curling into my hair and pushing me firmly to my knees. Kneeling on the cold floor was uncomfortable, but I put my mind to the task of his belt and pant zipper, inching the materials down his thighs. I made sure his boxers went along with the pants, because, once his groin was exposed my mouth immediately took in his cock. It was partially hard and I knew it wouldn’t take much more to get him ready for the sexual explosion we Maltepe Sarışın Escort had worked ourselves up to all week.

But to my surprise, Scott slapped my cheek and reprimanded me. “Not yet slut.” At the word “slut”, I trembled with eagerness and instantly forgave the stinging cheek. I bowed my head and silently knelt at his feet, helping him step out of his pants. Now I was reminded of our tentative plans and waited for his next orders. I had been expecting a fuck first and the experimentation second. But he was being very clear that he was once again setting the agenda for tonight.

When he stepped away from me, into the bathroom, I realized that I missed the musky aroma of his crotch near my face. Of all of the things to miss! The lights in the room were switched on so that the room was glaringly bright, and he returned to the door opening.

“Now, listen closely. Lay back on the floor.” He helped guide me so that my head was settled on a folded blue towel, but the rest of my body was left exposed to the cold tiles. I felt lewd and exposed. All of the light of the bathroom flowed over my body, exposing all of my peaks and valleys. My nervousness increased and my chest began to rise and fall rapidly as I looked up at him from the uncomfortable angle.

“Jennifer, I don’t want you to move unless I direct you. And when I tell you to do something, I want you to do exactly what I say.” He didn’t wait for me to agree. Nudging my right leg a bit, he said, “Spread your legs.” I did, feeling my blood rush, my fingers and toes tingle. “Wider, little whore.” I whimpered and tried to move only my legs as I spread them as wide as I could on the now slightly warm tile. It was considerably more difficult to do now than when the tile was cold and slippery.

For long moments I looked up at him and he looked down at me. His lovely brown eyes focused directly on mine. I couldn’t see over my breasts very well, and though he was tall, all I could see was his arms folded over his chest. This stance was to show me that he was in complete control. He wanted me to feel shame. And it was working. I had, willingly, put myself into a very vulnerable position. Just for him.

After staring at me what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. “We’ve talked before about domination and submission, and I think we’ve had some good sessions so far. But what we did the other night made me realize there was another way for me to exert my control over you. To make you my bitch. When we fuck, I take my pleasure and give you yours. You trust me to take care of you. And you love it when I’m forceful and strong. Well, tonight is the next step. I am going to mark you, to make you feel like a beast. An animal. My Pet.”

Suddenly, I felt his spray of urine splash over my thighs and I gasped! Remembering that he had told me to not move, I whimpered and kept my eyes locked in his direction. He had moved during his speech, leaning closer so that I could see his hand directing his penis to spray my stomach. The sickly-sour smell filled the room and again I was surprised that this turned me on so much.

He was right. He was marking me. That musky smell of his crotch that had allured me earlier was now coating my body. At first the streams were red-hot, almost burning my flesh. Then it cooled and formed a puddle underneath my hips and lower back.

“Touch yourself. I want you to cum, you fucking bitch.” His voice was harsh and I could tell that he was fighting off an erection to in order to continue.

Not needing any more encouragement, my fingers flew to my cunt and I rubbed my clit furiously with one hand while the other pulled aside my labia and slipped around my vulva. His urine splashed down on my chest and though my eyes were nearly closed due to my impending orgasm, I could see him standing over me, legs straddling me. I looked up and saw him place one hand on his back as he leaned back slightly and pressed out the last of his bladder. It flowed around my neck like a beautiful aromatic collar. If I hadn’t been his before, it was official now. No other could excite me as he was doing right now.

I came as the hot urine ran into my ears and my hair. As my orgasm lifted my hips off of the floor, my shoulder blades slipped a just bit and my throat was exposed. He knelt down and quickly held my head so my throat remained exposed and as I orgasmed, he bit Maltepe Şişman Escort the side of my neck, making sure to apply enough pressure to bruise the skin.

“Mine.” He whispered, hand still holding the back of my neck. My fingers reached up to touch his face and tangle in his short brown hair.

“Yours.”

*****

I was still lying on the floor, and the urine spilled around me was a mixture of both cold, clammy, and hot when against my flesh. His hand still held my neck and his gaze was fixed on my lips. He bent to kiss them and I felt my head spin. I gasped for breath when he was through and wrapped my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to sit up.

“Oh, no. I’m not done yet, little kitten.” He licked his lips and grinned wickedly and thrust his thigh against mine. I could feel his cock completely rock hard. Pleased that my master was going to fuck me after all, I grinned back and biting my lip, I played the good bitch and waited for his orders.

Scott retrieved the blue towel and again tucked it under my head, brushing the hair out of my eyes. Then, in a surprising move, he gently turned my head so that my cheek was against the towel. I could only see him out of the corner of my eye. This strange bit of control had me quickly shivering again, ready to go again in an instant.

“You’ve been marked, but now you’ve got to be taken.” I felt his hands slide down my body, fingering the sticky residue of his urine. Did I see him lick his fingers? My thighs were still stretched wide on the floor and the wetness beneath them made me feel slightly embarrassed again, though I wasn’t sure why. Again the feeling of being exposed and humiliated overwhelmed my arousal briefly.

He positioned his body between my thighs, his hands placed on either side of my shoulders. I found myself staring at his dark hand, nails short and neat, hair curling slightly up from the top of his hand and traveling up to that alluring forearm. His hips thrust slightly and I felt his cock nudge against my vulva not bothering to spread it, as I would have if my hands had been free. Rather, he pressed in forcefully, past my engorged labia, which was initially inhibiting his entry.

When I gasped in discomfort and arousal, he growled and bit down on my shoulder. It was easier for him, with my head turned to the side. I felt his tongue trace the circle of red ink, which made up my spiral tattoo. He rode me roughly for a few minutes, quickly and harshly. The aroma of his scent still clung to my body and to the floor, reminding both of us of my humble position.

His mouth moved down to my breasts, where he licked the sticky-slick areolas. I had to whimper at that. They were so sensitive. His mouth moved to take the nibble in his mouth, but with his fast fucking, he only succeeded in pulling the nipple roughly in rhythm. I cried out in pain, but couldn’t see the expression on his face. His mouth stayed fastened to my nipple for a while before switching to the other. Finally he released it and murmured against my neck, “You do realize that one day I am going to get them pierced. Then they’ll really hurt.” And I knew I was going to love it!

Eventually he slowed down and removed himself from my cunt. He turned me over and had me kneel on the towel, hands and head down on the floor. “Now, this is my favorite position. Doggy-style. Or more appropriate, bitch-style. Are you in heat, kitten?” Entering me again, his hands traced my spine lightly and tickled as he rocked his hips up against my ass. The tickling produced a mixture of emotions and sensations inside of me. I gasped with the fucking, whimpered in frustration as I tried feebly to pull away from the unwanted tickling, and trembled with the whole production.

He started to get faster, pushing harder and harder into me, fingers gripping my shoulders first, then my hips. I fought to keep my balance on the slippery floor. Then as his orgasm erupted inside of me, I felt a sudden urge inside of me. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was so erotic that I held back a bit, enjoying the sensation. Finally, as I felt his cock starting to soften, but before he could slip out, I felt a stream of urine flow out of me, surprising both us as it hit the floor. It splashed against the blue tiles and flowed around our hands. We knelt on the tiles for a few minutes, catching our breath.

Finally he leaned back on his heels and supported my body. “Well, we’re going to have to work on your control, now aren’t we?”

*****

I want to thank my editor, Lokeman, for his creative and intellectual assistance in getting this story prepared. I encourage everyone to leave comments to help me improve my writing. Thanks!

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She arrives shortly before midnight, her expression a mixture of fear and anticipation. I greet her at the door, wearing my outfit for this evening. Since I won’t be the primary focus of your attention tonight, you’ve allowed me to add a black cape to my usual uniform of my collar and nothing else. If she is shocked, she makes no show of it, taking my appearance in stride. I bring her into the foyer and take her coat before directing her down to the dungeon. She says nothing the entire trip, but when she first enters the “play area”, I hear her take a quick breath. “Not having second thoughts, are you?” I ask her.

“No,” she relies with a shaky voice. “This place just caught me a little off guard.”

“Well, you better get yourself in check, missy. Any sign of fear like that again, and she’ll send you home. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No.”, dropping her eyes to the floor as she says it.

I say no more about it, and begin to prepare her for your arrival. I take her to the bathroom in the back and remove her clothes, and clean her thoroughly, per your instructions. When I am done, I lead her back to a spot near the foot of the steps and tell her to kneel there with her head bowed until we both return. Once she is in position, I leave to come get you from your bed chambers, turning off all the lights except the one directly above her.

When I enter your chambers, you are waiting for me, completely nude. In an effort to make you proud of me, I immediately begin my grooming duties by fetching your lotion and powder from your dresser. After setting them within easy reach on your bedside stand, I go to the closet and retrieve the outfit you intended to wear tonight. You stand up as I approach, your arms spread wide to indicate you are ready for me to do my assigned duties. I start by applying the powder between and under your breasts and between your legs. Then I take the lotion and massage it into your arms, back and legs. You rub the top of my head to show me that you approve of my actions thus far. Smiling, I pick the outfit off the bed and help you into it. I start with the black leather halter top you had custom made, helping you to button it up and adjust your nipples so that they stick through the holes in front. Then comes the black leather chaps, made in the style worn by motorcycle riders. You like these pants because they leave your pussy and your ass exposed so that they can be worshipped whenever you desire. Once I have the belt fastened, you sit back on the bed and I add the final component: a pair of knee high black leather boots, a pair that I gave you as a gift. I love them because they show off your shapely feet and calves. To tease me, you rub one of your feet along the side of my face and then point the toe to my lips, indicating you wish it kissed. I do so and it brings a smile to both our faces. Finally you say “I take it the child has arrived and is ready for me?”

“Yes, Mistress. I followed the instructions you gave me to the letter.”

“Of course you did. It’s not like you had a choice in the matter. Now, take me to her.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I grab the candle on your dresser that you use for these occasions and light it before heading out the room and into the darkened hallway. I lead you down the stairs to the lower level, then down the next set of stairs to the dungeon. She is in still in her proper position, kneeling in a circle of light. I look closer and notice she’s trembling.

“It is good to finally see you in person, child.” You say to her. You met her online, but due to distance and scheduling, you had never really met her in person. However, thanks to a change of job, she lived in the immediate area. Drawing closer to her, you say “Tell me why you are here.”

“I wish to serve you, Mistress.”

“Why?”

“Because only through serving you will my spirit be free, Mistress.”

“Hmmm…an interesting answer. Tell me though, why should I let you serve me, child?”

“Because I will give you control over all of me…my mind, body and soul, to use for your pleasures as you see fit.”

“I already have that with Paige. Why would I need it from you?”

“Because I have a higher tolerance for pain then she does…in fact, I truly enjoy it. You would be free to indulge all your sadistic desires with me.” I feel a little touch of jealousy from her statement, but try to control my facial expressions. I don’t want to do anything that takes away from your enjoyment of the evening.

You are silent for a moment as you contemplate her answer. Then, moving behind her, you say istanbul escort “I see. Very well then, tonight we will test your resolve to give me control over your body. Paige and I will play with you…sexually. However, you are forbidden to achieve orgasm. If you cum, you will be sent home, never to see or hear from me again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”

“Do not refer to me as Mistress. You haven’t earned that privilege. You will address me either by my full name, or simply as “Ma’am”. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Then let us begin. Paige, turn on the lights.”

I walk over to the switch and bring the lights up to full. You look at me, and with your eyes you indicate for me to put her on the table in the center of the room. I move to her and guide her by her arms so that she lies on her back in the center of it, with me securing her hands above her head using the leather straps. You stop me from putting her feet in the stirrups, telling me to put the wireless butterfly on her first. Going to the closet where you keep your devices, I locate it and put it on her, making sure the device is positioned for proper stimulation of her clit (which is fairly large, I notice). Once I have it on and have handed you the remote, I finish securing her legs to the stirrups. Moving to your side, I say “She’s ready for you, Mistress.”

“Yes, I see that she is. Are you ready to begin, child?”

Her voice cracking, she replies, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Walking over to her, you hover over her face, the remote visible in your hand. “Let’s start with setting one, shall we?” you say as you start the vibrations of the butterfly. Her body stiffens in response, as a low moan escapes her lips. “Hmmmm…I think she likes it Paige. Let’s turn it up a few notches to see how she like that, shall we?”

“Yes, Mistress. I don’t think she’ll be able to last though.”

“We’ll see. I have faith in her. You won’t disappoint me, will you child?”

“No, Ma’am.”

You turn the butterfly up to setting five, which is the half-way point. She bites her tongue to keep from screaming out. You tell me to get between her legs and watch her pussy to make sure she doesn’t try to “sneak a cum in”. I get on the stool and put myself at eye level with her pussy. It is a beautiful sight, I must admit. Her clit is swollen from the stimulation provided by the butterfly, and her lips are glistening with her wetness. In fact she’s so wet, it’s starting to run down from her pussy hole down into the crack of her ass. I want to lick her desperately, but I know it’s not allowed yet. I contend myself with the view and the sounds of your voice as you talk to her, and the muffled sounds of her restrained moans.

“How does it feel, child? If your pussy on fire with the desire to cum? Is your clit throbbing, begging for release? Tell me child…beg me to let you cum.”

“Please let me cum! Please! I need to so badly!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Hmmm…I had thought about letting you, but since you’ve forgotten how to address me, I guess you’ll have to suffer some more. Paige, get the holding strap and the G-Spot vibe please.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I move back to the Toy Closet and find the strap and vibe you’re referring to. It’s a modified strap-on harness that you made so that it would hold a vibe in a woman’s pussy for you to keep your hands free. You’ve told me stories about how the G-Spot vibe has brought your lovers to tears, so I’m anxious to see how she fairs with it.

“That’s a good girl, Paige. Now put it on her and make sure to turn it up to full.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I tell her to raise her hips so that I can get the strap adjusted properly, all the while listening to her apologize to you and beg you for another chance. You indulge her for a moment, but when you’ve had enough, you give her a light slap across her face and tell that if she doesn’t be quiet, everything will end, right here and now. She immediately closes her mouth, but her eyes remain pleading.

I get the strap on her and slide the vibe into her juicy pussy, moving it back and forth and watching her reactions to determine if I’ve found her spot. Suddenly, her body stiffens and I know I’m in the right area. Using my free hand, I turn the vibe up to its highest setting and put it into position under the strap, tightening it to make sure the vibe doesn’t escape.

“How does that feel child? I’m sure it will keep you from making the mistake of not addressing me properly again, won’t it?”

Amazingly, she draws escort bayan from some inner reserve of strength to answer you, saying “Yes, it will, Ma’am. I won’t forget again.”

“Good. Now I’ll just let you lay there for a while and simmer. I want Paige to play with my pussy while you watch.” You smile at me and beckon me over with your index finger. “Lower the table so that her head is between my legs. I want her to be able to see your fingers rubbing my clit. Who knows, she may even be lucky enough to have some of my juice fall into her mouth.”

Excited at the prospect of being able to touch you, I press the controls on the table to lower it, while you come to stand at the head of it, watching her face. When her head is about five or so inches below your pussy, I stop it and wait for you to tell me I can start. You spread your legs so that your thighs are on either side of her head, giving her a clear view of your already wet pussy. You take my hand and guide it to your clit and tell me to start rubbing. I use my index and middle finger and start to massage your clit slowly, the way you like it. You close your eyes to enjoy the sensations and even start to slowly grind into my fingers. I look down at her and see that she is watching intently, even licking her lips fantasizing about what you may taste like. Every so often, she closes her eyes in concentration as she fights the urge to cum.

“She seems to be enjoying the sight of your pussy being pleased, Mistress.” I whisper in your ear.

“Hmmm…really? I’m glad she is. Maybe one day, if she’s good and serves me well, I’ll let her taste it.” You moan a little from the pleasure I’m giving you, and then you open your eyes and look down at her. You both seem to be gazing at each other through the eyes of lust and I wonder what it will be like to see the two of you together. “Why don’t you let her smell my juices? Take your finger and wave it under her nose.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I reply as I follow your bidding. Holding my finger under her nose, I listen to her sniff it, smelling your fragrance for the first time. You laugh as she desperately tries to lick my finger, lost in the moment. You bring her back to reality by turn the butterfly up full blast, bringing a loud scream from her as she strains not to cum.

Stepping back, you walk around her, as if giving her an inspection. “I seem to remember from our correspondence that you like anal sex. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Ma’am” she responds in a breathless whisper.

“Hmmmm…Paige, take her off the table and put her on the Alter. I don’t think we’ll need to restrain her there.

“Yes, Mistress.” The Alter. Something I built for you not too long ago. The full name is The Alter for Ass Worshiping, and I designed it for the single purpose of worshipping your asshole. It could be considered a padded upside down examination table. “Stirrups” on either side of the table, with padded knee rests sat wide enough that I could slide my chair in between your legs and feast on your ass like I was sitting at the dinner table. The first time I used it, you came so hard, your juices made a puddle on the floor. You already asked me if I would be alright with you using it tonight on her and as always, I told you that I would give you anything.

After you have stepped back from the table, I raised it back up to make it easier for me to undo her restraints. Helping her off the table, I guide her, on shaky legs since the vibe and the butterfly were still going full blast on her tortured pussy, to the alter and lay her down on it. For the first time, I notice that she has a lovely ass and wonder if you’ll let me taste it one day.

“Get me the vibrating butt plug, Paige.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I almost start to feel sorry for her. There is no way she can keep from cumming now. I get the plug and the lube from the closet and kick my stool between her legs and get to work, while you come to stand behind me and look over my shoulder. I pull the strap out and to the side, exposing her asshole to our hungry eyes. I squeeze a dollop of lube on to my finger and begin to work it in, sliding my finger in and out of her. She moans louder and starts to beat her fists on the alter as she tries to keep from cumming. Soon, one fingers changes to two and then three. I look up at you and you nod your head for me to insert the butt plug. It goes in easily and I move the strap back to hold both vibes in place.

“Please Ma’am! I don’t know how much more I can take! Please let me cum! Please, Ma’am!” She cries out.

“No, my child. Not Maltepe escort yet. You have a little more to do for me first. Patience. Now Paige, I believe the next part of our torture should be ready. Will you attend to it, please? I’ll make sure she’s kept…entertained while you’re gone.

“Yes, Mistress.” I say as I start up the stairs. Just as I get to the top of the stairs, I hear the knock at the door. I open it and there he stands. He is another of Mistress’s playthings, one she uses for occasions like this. He nods to me and comes in and hands me his coat. After hanging it up, I lead him back downstairs.

“…enjoy this a great deal, child.” I hear you say as we get to the bottom of the steps. “Ahhh! Here is Paige with the next toy now. Be a good girl and put it where it needs to be.”

I lead him to the head of The Alter, where his crotch will be at her eye level. I hear her gasp as she realizes what’s going on. From the side of the table, you whisper in her ear, “I know you like dick, child. It’s quite alright. You’re about to have, from what I’ve been told by Paige anyway, some of the finest dick in the city. This will be your final test. He will fuck you for a solid half an hour, during which time, neither of you can cum. If you survive that, you will have passed your first test. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I understand.”

“Good.” Looking at him, you say “You know what to do. Fuck her fast and hard. Pound the shit out of her pussy!”

He moves behind her and removes his clothes while he waits for me to remove the strap/vibe combination, leaving the butterfly in place. Once I’m done, I raise the table so that his dick is level with her pussy. When she’s in position, without a word, he slides himself into her, causing her scream yet again. Her pussy is stretched almost to the breaking point. Grabbing the balance handles on either side of the table, she fucks her mercilessly. The sound of her ass slapping against his stomach echo’s all through the dungeon. I look at you and you are smiling, enjoying the sights and sounds. You call me to you, to sit at the foot of the chair, so that I can share in your enjoyment.

Soon the sounds are joined by her screams, as she once again begs you to let her orgasm. She begins to cry, saying that the dick is too good and she wants to cum so bad she can taste it. You look at her and tell her that she still has about ten or fifteen minutes of fucking left, so she better hold out as best she can. I smile, knowing that this is your element…this is what you enjoy the most and I’m happy that I can share it with you.

He looks at you and asks if he is pleasing you with the way he’s fucking her. You simply nod your head, and continue to play with your pussy. We both get caught up in the show and lose track of time, until you glance at your watch and realize that nearly an hour had past! You tell him to stop and to come over to you. At the same time, using the remote, you turn off the butterfly, and watch as she collapses on the altar, seemingly spent.

“Since you’ve been such a good toy, I will give you a reward before you leave. Jerk off into her mouth and then you may go.”

We both are surprised by your sudden generosity, but say nothing. I watch as he goes back over to the table, and lifts her head with his free hand so that her mouth is level with his dick. He starts to pump his cock hard, relieved to be able to cum after nearly a month of being denied that pleasure. I thought for a moment, he’d end up pulling his damn dick off, he was stroking it so hard. After a few moments, he got his rewards. With a moan that came from his soul, he came in huge gobs. It shot into her mouth, all over her face and chest and even in her hair. When he’d finally finished, I watched as the cum driped from the corners of her mouth before she swallowed it. You smile and nod to give her permission to close her mouth and down the contents. I watch as he gets himself together and puts on his clothes and leaves. Now it is just the three of us again.

Walking over to the altar, you kneel so that you are at eye level with her. “Are you awake, child?”

Barely audible, she says “Yes Ma’am. I did as you instructed. I did not cum, even though I wanted to with all my heart.”

“Thank you for the gift of control over your body. Perhaps you will be allowed to serve me after all.”

I could see the smile spread over her face as she heard those words. “For right now, Paige will take you upstairs so you can rest. We will continue tomorrow. Goodnight child.”

“Good night, Ma’am.”

Standing, you say “When you have her settled, come to my bedroom. You’ve performed well tonight and I want to reward you.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I nearly skip while walking her to the guest room, looking forward to spending time with my mistress.

The End

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Ever since The Matriarchy took charge of the country six months ago, every man has been given a Penis Control Chip that makes it impossible to get an erection without permission. We have to apply for a licence to have any kind of sexual enjoyment — even just wanking without the licence is illegal. My appointment is today and I’m excited to finally get a sense of release.

I arrive at the Male Ejaculation Assessment Centre, fill out the paperwork, and am assigned my Waiting Allocation Number Kollar, my wank number for short. I’m wank

6734.

Sitting in the waiting room filled with other men, I assume we’re all here for the same reason, all avoiding eye contact with each other. It’s an uncomfortable room to be in but hopefully the result will be a good one.

“Wank

6734, step into my office,” I hear from across the room. I get up and walk inside. I’m greeted by a woman in a doctor’s coat who tells me to stand in a square painted on the floor and to strip naked. I am then to place my clothes in a basket to the side of me. “Is it possible for the door to be closed? I’m in full view of the waiting room.”

“No,” she says, “it’s very important to have transparency during the process. If that’s a problem you can always leave and not get your allocation papers. Now be a good wanker and strip.”

I undress and place my clothes in the basket and feel totally embarrassed.

Her assistant comes in and takes the basket away. “Don’t worry,” she says, “you’ll get them back at the end. Now let me have a look at you. Stand with your legs apart and your hands on your head.”

I do as I’m told.

She walks around me looking me up and down before returning to her desk and writing something down on my file. “I’m going to temporarily disable your Penis Control Chip for the next part of the process. Do not touch your penis until instructed.”

I feel a sudden jolt down my shaft as it’s turned off.

“Now, lower your arms while I show you some pictures on the screen.”

The first picture is of a woman laying naked on a bed. It’s the first naked woman I’ve seen in the six months since porn was banned. I can feel my cock growing from looking at it.

“Standard reaction to visual stimulus, which is good. Not the biggest I’ve seen, but I guess not all men can be well-hung,” she says, updating my file. “Now for the next picture.”

It’s of a man standing naked with an erection. I don’t enjoy this one but it’s the first erection I’ve had in ages, so I try to think of the first picture, so I can stay hard.

“Staying hard for homosexual visual stimulation…interesting. Now I want you to hold your penis. Start stroking it. I’ll play a video for you to watch as you do.” The video starts and it’s a man sucking on another man’s cock.

I ask for a straight video instead but she says, “Once I’ve made the selection, it’s final. Failure to comply will result in your failing this assessment, and you being never able to get an erection again. Now,” as she lets out a giggle at my expense, “continue.”

I have no choice but to keep stroking and watching. I feel so humiliated having to masturbate to gay porn in full view of the other men waiting beyond the door. But being able to masturbate at all after six months is a gift. After a few minutes my penis suddenly goes soft before I’m able to cum.

“Right, wank

6734. That concludes that part of the assessment process. Cumming is not a part of this assessment. Oh you look confused, I have full control over your penis thanks to your chip. I can make you hard or soft at the press of a button.”

I then feel several jolts run down my shaft as she proceeds to make me hard then soft a few times to prove her point. She lets out a dirty chuckle as she does. “I know you wanted to cum but you haven’t got your papers yet, and if I’m honest, seeing you so frustrated and confused is one of the perks of the job. Now that concludes your assessment. You will be informed of the result in a few days. You can collect your clothes at the front desk on your way out.”

I hesitate as a feeling of dread comes over me — I realize I’m going to have to walk naked through the waiting room.

“Well go on, I have other men to see. But not before they see you.” She laughs. “Now get going.”

I start to walk out the door and feel the jolt from the chip as she makes me hard again. I keep walking, feeling my penis go soft and then hard several times. The other Maltepe Esmer Escort men in the waiting room look at me as I turn back to look at her. She’s laughing at my embarrassment.

I collect my clothes and leave, hoping I’ve passed the assessment.

Part 2

The letter informs me that I’ve passed my assessment — I will be allowed to ejaculate twice per week — and that I need to return to the Assessment Centre to discuss how the process will work. I head down to the centre straight away.

As I walk into the waiting room a man bumps into me. He’s completely naked and looks flustered. He must have just finished his assessment like I did yesterday. He pushes past me and goes to the desk to collect his clothes and runs out the door before getting dressed. I take a seat and wait to be called.

“Wank

6734, step into my office.”

I stand up and go inside. It’s the same woman from yesterday. “Congratulations on passing your assessment. I hope you enjoyed the process as much as I did. Now remove your clothes and we’ll get started.”

I undress and place my clothes in the basket and watch as it is taken away.

“Good, you seem to be getting used to our process. You didn’t even ask for privacy this time around.”

I nod and glance out into the waiting room. After walking through there naked yesterday, standing here doesn’t seem so bad.

“You’ve been selected for Levels One and Two of our Ejaculation Extraction Program. Level One will be first, and we’ll use a machine to make you ejaculate. This is so we can keep the sample. I’ve scheduled you to do that after this meeting. Level Two is scheduled for tomorrow and that will be manual extraction — AKA, you’ll be jerking and cumming.”

I smile at the thought of release, and feel a jolt down my shaft as she pushes the button to make me hard.

“Now you look like you’re ready to start Level One. Follow me through the door and we’ll begin.”

Through the door is a queue of men standing close together between metal railings, all waiting. “Well, join the line,” she says. “Space is limited so I need you to stand as close as possible to the man in front of you.”

I go and stand about a foot behind the man in front of me.

“No! Closer.” She grabs my cock and pulls me forward until my cock is touching this random man’s ass cheeks. “There we go, as close as possible. Keep yourself pressing against him, this will help the queue move in an orderly fashion. I hope you don’t have an issue touching another man with your penis, not that it matters if you do.” She laughs.

I feel so uncomfortable but the chance to cum is so close, I have no choice but to stand here. Another man joins the line and I feel his cock pressed up against my ass. I turn around to look without thinking. As I turn I feel my cock slide over the ass of the man in front before hitting the cock of the man behind with mine. We make eye contact briefly and I feel so ashamed and embarrassed.

“Wank

6734, frotting is not allowed in the queue! Cocks must be pointing forward at all times! That’s not something we knew you liked. I’ll update your file.”

I face forward and press my cock back onto the ass cheeks of the man in front.

The line starts to move forward and turns a corner. Standing there, I can see the machine being used. There is no privacy, so I can see a man strapped into it, his arms and legs tied to metal posts and a VR headset on his face. A woman slides a thick black tube over his cock. It has a pipe coming out from it.

It looks like we’re all going to be made to do it in full view of the other men. Every few minutes a new man is strapped in and made to cum.

It’s now my turn and I’m feeling embarrassed that I’m going to have to climax in front of so many people. “Wank

6734, step forward and I’ll strap you in.” I do as I’m told and have leather cuffs put around my wrists and ankles before being strapped against the poles. I feel so vulnerable and exposed.

“Now as this is your first time, I’ll explain how the process works. I’m going to put a VR headset on you that will play a video this is linked to the extraction device, so it will simulate sex for you. I’ve selected the video based on the data we collected during your assessment — it’ll be of a man sucking you until you cum. The machine will automatically turn off if you close your eyes for too long.”

I try to explain that I’d like a straight Maltepe Eve Gelen Escort video.

“Well, I’ve already set it up, others are waiting, and as you are already strapped, your objection is pretty pointless, isn’t it?” She laughs as she puts the VR headset on me. “This might feel a bit wet but what wouldn’t be after having fifty men cum in it.”

I cringe as I feel the cum-soaked extraction device on my cock.

The video starts to play. I can see a man on his knees in front of me. As he leans forward, I can feel my cock slide into his mouth. I try to look away but it’s pointless — I’m stuck watching and feeling him suck me.

Every time he moves his head back and forth, every time he licks my shaft, I feel it all. I try to think of something else, anyone else, but can’t. The simulation is so realistic, it’s all I can focus on. I’m forced to watch him. I try to fight the urge to cum, I don’t want to cum to this but the feeling is building and I can’t control it.

My balls tense up and I start to orgasm. It’s so intense I let out a long moan.

“Oh that was a big deposit — are you sure you’re straight?” She giggles as she takes off the headset. “Let me just take off the extraction device. I should warn you, you’ll be quite sensitive after the extraction, so when I pull this off it’ll feel very intense.”

As she starts to pull the device off of me I let out another moan.

“Oh…it seems to be stuck. Let me just try to shake it off.”

My cock is so sensitive after cumming I can’t bear the intense feeling of her shaking the device up and down my cock. I let out a moan, then beg her to stop.

“Oh behave, I’ve nearly got it off.” She keeps shaking. It feels like I’m about to cum again. She pulls it off just as I climax, making me drip cum on the floor as I endure a ruined orgasm. “Oh I didn’t push the button to make you go soft after the extraction. Hopefully that will teach you not to question what I make you watch next time. It must be embarrassing to have cum like that in front of all the other men waiting.”

She was right, I’ve never been so humiliated. I feel the jolt down my shaft as she pushes the button to make me soft, chuckling as she does. “Now I’ll unstrap you. Normally after we’re done you’d go out the door behind you, but this time I want you to go back down the line, past all the other men.” She unties me and I go to grab a tissue to wipe the other mens’ cum off of my cock. “Those are for my use only. You’ll have to wait till you get home to clean yourself.” She grabs the box away from me.

I start walking toward the line, and she orders all the other men to turn to the left to make room for me. It’s not much space and I have to slide past them. Everyone of them has an erection, making me have to rub my now soft cock, still covered in cum, against every one, while looking right at them. I finally get to the end of the line — I must have just rubbed up against forty cocks. As I reach the front desk and ask for my clothes, I’m told to be back tomorrow for Level 2.

I hope it’s better than today. I’ve never been so humiliated.

Part 3

I arrive at the centre and am told to go down the hall to a different waiting room than yesterday. I go inside and sit down. There is a short post in the middle of the room with two loops in the middle and nine other men waiting. I’m looking forward to this session — being able to masturbate and cum normally will be great.

After a few minutes a woman walks in, the same one that was operating the machine yesterday. “Right, now that you’re all here we can begin. Move the chairs to the side and gather in a circle around the post.” We do as we’re told and form a circle in the middle of the room.

“Most of you have done this before but as Wank

6734 is new, I’ll explain how this is going to work. This is a Manual Ejaculation Extraction. You will be required to manually stimulate the penis until orgasm. You will undress and place your clothes in the basket provided. You might be wondering why you’re standing around a post — anyone who can’t follow orders will be tied to it and used for, well, let’s just call it target practice. Now undress.”

I remove my clothes and drop them in the basket quickly. I don’t want to give her any reason for me to be in the middle, and after the last two days, being naked in front of other men has become easier.

“Good. Now I’ll activate your Maltepe Evi Olan Escort penis chips and we can get started.”

I feel that familiar jolt run down my shaft and feel my cock grow and stiffen. It’s strange seeing the nine other guys’ cocks all get hard in unison.

“Now all of you take a step forward so you’re shoulder to shoulder and hold out your right-hand, palm up.” She walks round the circle with a bottle of lube, giving us two squirts, one on our hand and one on the head of our cocks. “Now that you’re ready, you can begin. Reach to your right and hold the penis of the man next to you.”

I feel the man next to me take hold of my cock with a firm grip. I’m hesitant but have no choice but to hold the hard cock next to me. “Oh

6734, you look confused. I said you’d be stimulating a penis until orgasm — I never said it would be yours. Go on then, get started, I’m sure he wants to orgasm just as much as you do.” She laughs as I start to move my hand up and down the length of his cock.

This feels so wrong, having a man rubbing his hand over my shaft while I feel the throbbing of another man in my hand. It makes me feel so violated. I try and keep looking at the woman making us do this. At least if I have to cum like this it can be looking at her.

She walks behind me. “Keep your eyes forward. I’m not here for you. You like holding a proper cock in your hand? You must be enjoying it — you look like you’re almost ready to pop.”

I shake my head. As I open my mouth to speak, she straps a ring gag over my mouth, forcing my mouth to stay open. “Talking is not allowed in here.” She walks back over to her desk and looks at her computer screen. “PICK UP THE PACE, I HAVE OTHER GROUPS TODAY!” she shouts before going back to watching the screen.

We all do as we’re told. With the increase in speed I can feel my balls start to tense up as my orgasm builds. Just as I’m on the edge, I feel a jolt and my penis goes soft.

“Everyone stop!” She is walking toward me. “I’ve just been reviewing your file, and you’re only allowed to cum twice per week. And, well, with the extra one I gave you yesterday, that’s your limit. How unfortunate for you,” she laughs. “Given that your instructions today were to jerk and cum, but you’re now unable to finish, I’ll have to have you strapped to the post.”

The two men next to me grab my arms and drag me to the middle, forcing me to my knees while she ties my hands to the loops behind my back. I am now eye level with every cock in the room.

She walks away and sits back at her desk. “Reform the circle and return to what you were doing.”

I turn away from the cock right in front of me but every way I turn there is another one, all of them hard and about to cum. I’m going to be covered by them. I hear the man behind me moan and feel a hot, wet blast of cum hit the back of my head and run down my back. As soon as the first man came, the others all start cumming within seconds of each other, feeling shot after shot hit me and run down my naked body.

The man in front of me is the last to finish — he shoots right in my face, in my mouth that’s being held open by the ring gag. It is salty and makes me gag. Kneeling here unable to move, feeling it run down me before dripping onto the floor, is the dirtiest and most humiliated I’ve ever felt.

“Good. Now leave and go get your clothes.” The other men all leave and walk out. “Now

6734, don’t you look filthy; I hope this has taught you a lesson about following orders and why you’re here. You came to this process thinking it was for your enjoyment. It’s not. You’re here for our enjoyment. You’ll be back here again if you don’t follow every instruction without question from now on.”

She unties me and orders me to stand, before removing the ring gag from my mouth. “After two more weeks of coming to the centre, you’ll have a review. Depending on your behaviour, we might put you in for some more levels or our program. Nod if you understand.”

I nod my head.

“Good. I’m sure you’d like to clean up, but unfortunately we don’t have the facilities for that, so you’ll have to wait until you get home. Pick up your clothes on the way out and I’ll see you next week.”

I turn around and start to walk away.

“

6734, you forgot to say thank you.”

“Thank you,” I say, and start walking away.

“Thank you for what?” she says with a giggle.

“Thank you for covering me in cum,” I say.

“Oh, my pleasure,” she laughs, giving me a look up and down. “Now go, I’m done with you for now.”

I leave and get my clothes, putting them on over my wet skin. As I begin walking home I am dreading going back next week — but I’ll do anything they say not to be used like that again.

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Summary: Tamara agrees to do a little work volunteering…how hard can it be, right? She’ll be the cat’s meow for sure!

Author’s Note — Thank everyone for the kind and supportive emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I’d absolutely love feedback; I’m very sorry for the long absence; here’s hoping I can keep providing stories that you might enjoy 🙂

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“I’m fired?! For what!?”

Madison lowered her glasses and glared at me, her bright green eyes full of disdain.

“Tamara, are you quite serious? You’ve been stealing from me; just two days ago, we recorded footage of you pilfering one of my necklaces while you were supposed to be cleaning my chambers!”

I tried not to gulp. Well…so much for explaining that one…maybe I could try the pity approach?

“Well, Madison…Ms. Grey…you know I really need this job, to pay for my mother’s medical, and…if you could find it in your heart to forgive me…”

The young headmistress shook her head, her face growing red. “Tamara, I know for a fact that your mother and father are on a cruise right now in the Caribbean. I just received a post card from them two days ago.”

Well, shoot.

“I’m not sure what you expect me to do, Tamara.” Madison sighed, rubbing at her temples, her pretty face looking tired. “This isn’t a one time occurrence, and you’ve been far from a model employee otherwise. The Rosewood Magical Academy has no use for a maid that steals more than she cleans, and just because I’m friends with your mother doesn’t change that.”

I pouted up at her miserably. “But I was going to come here when next year when I was twenty! If you fire me , there’s no way that I would be accepted here; it would look horrible on my resume! Please, Ms. Grey, you can’t fire me….I’ll do anything!”

Madison paused, then looked at me quietly, as if deep in thought. “Would you…?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “W-wait, well…I mean, nothing…nothing weird…”

The headmistress shook her head, smiling a little as she stood up, adjusting her long purple robes. “Well, I’m quite sure that stealing is a very serious offense…you’re not really in a position to make demands, are you?”

It was my turn to sigh…dammit! She had me over a hurdle, and she knew it. “Fine, fine, fine! But you better not do anything too…you know…”

Madison had begun rifling through her drawers even while I was talking, and had shoved a piece of paper in front of me before I had even finished. “Yes, yes, of course Tamara. Just sign this, and I’ll see you in room 304 tomorrow at nine. Alright?”

I read over the form, letting out a tiny little squeak as I read the course title. It wasn’t alright at all, but what choice did I have?

– – –

“Welcome to ‘Catgirls 101’, class! My name is Professor Grey, and I’ll be overseeing your class today to cover a very special topic.”

I was already cringing, staring down at the floor from my seat at Madison’s side. Thank goodness it was a small class, but I still had twenty or so students looking at me. God, I Was already regretting this…

Madison, meanwhile, continued her opening. “…and so, sometimes, we need to know when a little discipline is in order. How do you punish a catgirl effectively, without being too cruel? Catgirls are smart creatures, and can learn very quickly. So, class, today we’ll be exploring methods of humane discipline. Any questions?”

There weren’t, but I could feel everyone’s eyes on me even harder. I shifted in my seat, blushing beet red.

Madison patted my head, her voice cheerful. “And joining us today is Tamara Nolan, a very generous young woman who kindly volunteered Maltepe escort bayan for today’s lesson. She’ll be our little test subject for the day, so I hope you’ll all give her a warm welcome.”

There was a spattering of polite applause, although it was a little disheartening to look up and see it nearly all coming from the boys…and finally, one girl raised her hand.

“But professor, she’s…well…she’s a human…I mean, isn’t she?”

I ground my teeth together; I couldn’t take this anymore. “Of course I’m a human being, you idiot!” I snapped at her, glaring at the students. The remark drew a quiet ‘Oooooooo…’ from the class, but the girl just bit her lip and glared back silently. Madison held up her hands to quiet everyone down, throwing me a little grimace as she did.

“She is indeed, Lori, but that can be easily fixed…like so.” And before I could react, she had pulled out her wand and tapped me on the forehead.

“H-huh? Wait a second…!” I stammered out, before a surge of heat flushed through my body, driving out any thought at all. I felt myself slide down to the ground, moaning softly, but all of that meant so little compared to the deep, burning heat coursing through my body. It almost felt like…an orgasm…only it was slower, spread over every single inch of my body…it was as if my skin was super sensitive, and the very air was teasing my exposed bits, to say nothing about the sensations my cloth robe was having on me. It was all driving me closer and closer, so close…I just needed a little more to…

And just like that, the sensations vanished. I looked up at the quiet class, my eyes widening as I realized I had just bucked and moaned on the ground in front of a group of strangers. I needed to say something, to explain what I had felt…

“Mmmeeeow….” I purred out, my voice low and sensual…followed up by a gasp of fear that was anything but.

“Well, as you can see, the transformation was a complete success!” Madison beamed down at me, nuzzling my robed back with her toe. “The subject will experience a moment of disorientation, but she is now a catgirl, body and mind.”

I had known it was coming from the form I had signed, but it was still a total shock to have your body rearranged…especially in front an audience. I tried to take stock over what had happened to me, looking myself over as best as I could as I wiggled on the ground. Instantly, I felt the first change…snaking down my back left leg, I felt the tail under my robe, long and thin, swishing back and forth apparently with a mind of its’ own. The sensation was ticklish and distracting, and I started to move my hands back, to rip a hole for it. The sight of my hands drew another gasp from my lips…or rather, what my hands had become. Instead of fingers, I had a large paw, topped with large pink clawless pads…it looked like an oversized kitten’s paw, clumsy and too large, but the fur was bright neon blue…and a quick wiggle of my feet assured me that the change had occurred elsewhere as well. At least I hadn’t been wearing shoes, I guess.

The last few changes were more subtle. I had just begun to feel the curious weight on my head when I felt an odd tickling sensation on my face. I sneezed gently, pawing gently at my nose…and I felt the fine long whiskers I now sported. Whimpering a little, I drew my new hands up to the top of my head, patting lightly, and felt what must be my new ears…they twitched endlessly, and they were massive, sticking up straight at attention, and so soft…although it was hard to tell, since my paws seemed very soft too. I tried to wobble up to my hands and knees, not trusting my back paws for support, and I felt another Escort Maltepe strange sensation, this time in my chest, almost a light jiggling as I tried to get my balance. Which was weird, since I never really had much of one before, so I didn’t know why…

Oh crap.

“Well, I think now that Ms. Nolan has finished her transformation, she would enjoy a more fitting wardrobe.” Madison waved her wand, causing my robes to vanish…leaving me naked in front of the class. Not that I was looking at them, though; I was too busy staring between my front two legs, gaping at the huge things that had been my tits.

Tits…I almost never used the word. Well, they were certainly that now; giant, jiggling melons, swaying gently just from my heavy breathing. My posture made it even worse; the two fat jugs were smooshed together, creating a huge canyon of cleavage. My light brown nipples stood hard at attention, and they almost looked a little thicker than normal…but they hadn’t grown with my breasts, and the effect looked almost silly; I was a fat titted cat with tiny little nipples!

I glared up at Madison, my eyes narrowed in fury. That bitch; I had never agreed to anything like this! She was going to get a piece of my mind!”

“Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeow! Mmmmmeeeeow, mmmmmeeeeeeeow!!!”

I clamped my mouth shut, my eyes wide with embarrassment, just as the class started to snicker. Madison calmed them down with a wave of her hand, smiling down at me.

“I’m sure Tamara is trying to convey her shock at her new figure, but she seems to have forgotten that, for the moment, she is an untrained catgirl…just a kitten, basically. And so of course her mind has been shifted appropriately; just cute mewls and purrs from her, at least until someone trains her.” She reached down to stroke my head, and although I meant to move away….oooohhh God, her fingers behind my ear…her hands were soft and warm, light but still strong, and as she scratched I felt my hips wiggle, soft meows escaping my lips…

“Mmmmmmmeeew….mmmmmeeeew….”

“And look, she’s such a good kitten, yes she is…” I heard Madison say softly, drawing fresh snickers from the crowd. But that was so far away, and the wonderful sensation was sooooo close….I just kept purring my eyes half lidded as I listened to Ms. Grey speak.

“As for her chest, as you should all remember from last week’s lesson, we learned about catgirls and their sexual attributes. Bust sizes vary drastically between different catgirls, from being flat chested to dragging around a pair of watermelons. Larger breasts are more common, however, and they do lend themselves better to discipline. Observe.”

Suddenly, the heavenly scratching stopped. I opened my eyes in confusion, about to meow, when suddenly I felt a firm pinch on my nipples. “Mmmmmmmmmeeeeeow!!!” I howled out, flinching back, my butt raised high in the air as I pressed my swollen jugs tight against the ground, protecting myself from further harm. I glared up at the giggling class, feeling my ears flick back in frustration.

Madison began to stroke my back gently with her foot, much to my annoyance. “Awww, there there, girl, it’s alright. As you can see, Tamara reacted on pure instinct, pressing those big breasts of hers flat to the ground while raising her rump to show submissiveness. Many catgirls are submissive by nature, so a quick show of dominance like I just displayed will keep them in line most of the time.”

Submissive by nature…? That was stupid though! I was still a person, even if I looked like a cat…I shook my head, realizing I was letting out soft purrs as Madison’s foot rubbed my back up and down.

“But professor, is she really Maltepe Rus Escort a catgirl?” It was that moron Lori again, giving me a strange look as she mumbled out her question. “I mean, she looks different, but how do we know if she can’t talk…?”

I could feel Madison’s smile as she talked, even if I couldn’t see it. “That’s a great question, Lori, and one I’d be happy to explain. Mental magic is actually a bit trickier than magic of a physical nature, and it can be hard to tell if it was successful. Catgirls do exhibit a number of fun inner traits that I’m sure Tamara is enjoying right now. For example, she may find that she can’t actually remember what her breasts are called.”

I nearly let out a meow of laughter at that. Not remembering what I called my knockers? Madison obviously had a higher opinion of herself then…wait…I paused for a moment. Knockers? No, that wasn’t right…

“In fact, she’ll only be able to think of the lewdest words she knows for them…catgirls are very playful, you see, and they love learning fun words. All of Tamara’s vocabulary has been shifted around, and all those other, dirty, fun words…those are the ones that she can actually focus on.”

Fuck! She was right…I couldn’t remember what to call my fat melons! Udders? Gazongas? Chugajugs?! Shoot! It was all one big blank in my head, constantly being filled with other words! I couldn’t remember what to call my jumbojugs!

“Mmmmeeeeeooow, Mmmmmeeeeeeeeow!!!” I swiped a paw at Madison’s ankle in frustration, the soft pad simply rubbing against her ankle. Still, she glared down at me.

“Bad kitten; there’s no need to be fussy. But I bet I know what will help…”

It better be a fix for this, a check for a million dollars, and Gorrilaz tickets I grumbled in my head. But instead of any of that, Madison pulled out…

…a ball of yarn.

Yarn? That’s got to be the dumbes-wooooah!!! “Mmmmmeeeeeeeow!!!” I let out a surprised mewl as my body rolled over, my hands and legs raised in the air as Madison dangled the ball above my head. I tried to wiggle over, to gain footing…to do anything but squirm under the stupid thing, but my body wasn’t listening to me!”

“As you can all see, Tamara is now quite enamored by yarn…she’ll do anything to get a nice big ball of it to play with…” Fresh laughter erupted as Tamara teased me with the yarn, lowering it low enough where I could just about swipe at it…then pulling it up as I did, drawing a yowl of frustration from my lips. “This is a nice reward for good kittens; they’ll focus on balls of yarn for hours. Well…balls in general, to be honest, but yarn is there favorite. Right now Tamara can’t really do anything but wiggle underneath me, even if she wants to do something else…though it’s a treat, you can also use this to gain control of an unruly catgirl.” After a little more light teasing, lowering the ball just in front of my face (I almost got it, I was so close!!), Madison tucked the ball back into her robes. I heard little grumbles. of disappointment from a few of the boys in the room.

As soon as the yarn was away, I felt my body relax a bit, and I hastily pulled myself up to a clumsy sitting position, wobbling a bit as I covered my jiggling tits with my arms. It made my cleavage look even vaster, but at least I wasn’t showing my nipples off to the class anymore. I turned up to let out a low, mean growl at Madison…it sounded more like a low purr, but I hoped she got the message. The way that she was beaming down at me, I was doubting that she had.

“Alright, so now we’ve got our catgirl…so how shall we discipline her, class? I think this would be a wonderful time for a pop quiz!”

Wait…a pop quiz? I had to say something, I had to-oooooohh…and just then, Madison’s wonderful fingers began to scratch behind my ears again, and I went limp against her legs, purring and squirming gently…maybe a pop quiz wouldn’t be so bad…

“Mmmmmeeeeow…”

To be continued~

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Wife Makes My Fantasies Come True

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Ello Love…that’s how it all started. Email after email we chatted. Getting to know each other. For weeks the anticipation of her Yahoo tag popping up in my inbox became intoxicating.

She had short blonde hair and a body to die for. Her eyes, ohhh her eyes. Sparkling brown and gorgeous.

I can’t tell you how many nights I spent in bed imagining my hands running up and down her body. Imagining her soft puffy lips on mine as we had our first kiss.

Eventually it became a reality. We set a date to meet and I was nervous as hell. She put her kids to bed and frantically straightened up the house before I got there. The night was amazing. We talked and flirted, it was heaven. We stood in the kitchen, my eyes staring into hers as I pulled her close. Finally getting to feel her lips on mine. Sweet bliss.

We settled in on the sofa watching TV, her head resting on my chest. The beginning of something great.

From that night on we were inseparable. Spending every moment we could together on the weekends, late nights after the kids went down. Our sex life was something out of a romance novel. We must have had sex in every room of the house. The basement on top of the dryer, on the floor beside the bed. We even managed to play under the covers in the living room.

Throughout the day while sitting in school I would get pictures in my email of what she was wearing that day. Her amazing ass in her sexy panties, bent over the dresser trying so hard to get that perfect angle with her pink flip phone. God I craved her constantly.

Over time our sex life became less frequent. Don’t get me wrong it was still great when we did, just not nearly as often. Most nights I’d start by kissing her, she absolutely loves to kiss and so do I. It makes her incredibly wet. I’d kiss and lick down her body and settle in between her thighs. Devouring her pussy is one of my favorite things to do so I usually take my time licking every single spot and fingering her g spot until she explodes on my face.

She also loves to be fucked from behind which is how I usually finish. Holding onto her hips as I pound her. Her head buried in a pillow until I emptied my balls deep inside of her.

One night I didn’t start by licking her sweet pussy. I was up on my knees with her on her back as I fucked her. Squeezing her soft tits and pinching her nipples as I slid in and out of her. I didn’t hold back and I ended up cumming before her which I rarely let happen. Just after I had exploded deep inside of her I slithered down her body…hesitant at first, I finally reached her freshly fucked pussy. The smell of sex just below my lips. I started at her swollen clit. Licking and sucking gently until I allowed my tongue to part her soft lips.

The taste was different, but not unbearable. Slightly salty mixed with her delicious juices. I dove in, licking and sucking every drop from her pussy. Her hands were on the back of my head as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Slowly fucking her as I sucked on her clit until I felt her clench my fingers.

She started moaning loudly, her pussy gushing her sweet cum and squirting all over my face. Her body quivered as she came, gripping my hair in her fingers as her back arched up off the bed. She lay there breathing heavily as she came down. Her pussy slowly relaxed and released my fingers from its firm grip. Her fingers running through my hair. “How did that taste”? She asked with a slight chuckle.

“I actually didn’t mind it at all” I whispered. “It was really hot and kinky”.

That night kind of changed things for me. It was very exciting to say the least. I began thinking about it more and more, telling her I wanted her to straddle my face after I had filled her. Requesting she make me her cum slut. Being that she wasn’t nearly as adventurous as I am, she was hesitant and not so willing to fulfill my new desires.

Once in a while after a few drinks she’d let herself go a bit and surprise me. Telling me to lick every drop of cum from her. Sometimes while fucking her she’d ask me to fill her and then lick her until she came which usually pushed me over the edge even faster. I now craved being her “Cum slut”

Over the years she has become much more willing to try new things. Still holding back, slightly nervous and reserved, but definitely increasing the excitement in the bedroom. On occasion she would tease my ass as she licked up and down my hard shaft. Slipping a finger into me and teasing my prostate. I was even surprised one day when she brought home a prostate toy she had ordered from a sex toy party. Eventually it came out that she got it because she didn’t feel comfortable using her fingers. I guess I couldn’t blame her, it was understandable. Unfortunately that died down almost as quickly as it came up, the toy collecting dust in the toy box.

Fast forward a few years, I had an operation that left me unable to have sex. I mean, I was able to play and get off, just unable to fuck my wife due to pain from my surgery. We would lay in bed Maltepe Öğrenci Escort playing with each other, my fingers thrusting in and out of her wet pussy as our tongues touched. Kissing passionately as she clenched my long fingers. She’d moan into my mouth hard as she shook and writhed on the bed, cumming on my fingers and against the palm of my hand. After she had gotten off I would stroke my cock while we kissed and she pinched my nipples until I came.

It never took long because I had nothing to do but daydream and think about her all day. One day just after she had exploded next to me, her pussy still tight around my fingers she looked down on me. Up on her elbow, her hand holding up her head, her beautiful eyes looking into mine. As I looked at her beautiful face, watching her catch her breath she said “How do you want yours”?

I reached for the lube, squirting it into my hand and rubbed it along my hard aching shaft.

“I want you to rub my balls as I stroke myself”. “Talk to me”, I said.

She grinned that usual “I don’t like doing that” grin. As I began stroking my cock I looked into her eyes and said, “I’ve been daydreaming about watching you with another man because I can’t fuck you”.

She chuckled slightly, “Oh yeah”? She asked.

Leaning down to lick my lips as she gently squeezed my full balls.

“Mmmhmm”, I moaned as our tongues touched.

“Watching him slide in and out of you from behind as you look into my eyes”.

We continued kissing between each thing I said. My cock growing harder, slightly in shock on the inside at the fact that she was going along with it. “I think about him fucking you so hard, his cock all shiny with your cum. Watching you drip off of him”. “Mmmm..You know how I love to be fucked so hard”, she whispered.

Her voice slightly cracking. My body was now trembling…precum pouring from the tip of my straining cock. Then she said it, “Is that what you want”?

“Oh god yes Babe, I want To watch you getting fucked so bad. I want to see you cum on his cock and watch as he cums deep inside of you”.

I was getting so close..the amount of precum taking over the lube I had previously applied.

“Are you going to clean me up and make me cum a second time on your face”?, she asked.

This surprised me. Big time. “Yes, I’ll lick you spotless until you explode”.

She looked right at me and said “I’m going to make you my cum slut…you’ll be my little bitch. I’m going to say it loud enough so that the neighbors can hear. Everyone will know you’re my cum slut”.

With that she planted her lips on mine and I continued to stroke my hard cock so fast. Her hand sliding around my balls and slightly slipping down my crack. I grabbed her arm and started convulsing on the bed. Cum spraying all over me, up to my neck.

I damn near passed out as I came harder than I ever have before. Finally able to catch my breath I looked at her, “That was so fucking hot babe”. She smiled at me…kissing me.

We didn’t talk about that day at all. She hadn’t mentioned it and I definitely didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to push any buttons.

About two months after that amazing day we headed to Cape May. We try to get there at least once a year just the two of us. Just a little getaway from reality for a weekend. We headed out early Saturday morning so we wouldn’t waste the entire day driving. The drive there was peaceful, traffic wasn’t bad at all as it was early Saturday morning. I had my hand on her thigh like it usually is. Occasionally slipping it between her thighs and running my hand up and down her warm mound though her jeans. I was slightly pushing my luck because she generally doesn’t really like being groped but to my surprise she spread her legs a bit to allow me more access. Off and on over the three hour drive I’d slip my hand between her thighs and rub her gently. At one point she closed her eyes and I swear I heard a slight whimper escape her lips.

We got into town fairly early. Giving us the day to walk the beach. We had a nice lunch and checked the event calendar for anything going on that day and night. A few wineries were having special tasting events so we decided we’d check them out. It was just about three and we headed to our hotel across the street from the beach. We checked in and found our room which was absolutely amazing.

We had two queen beds, a kitchen and the nicest walk in shower I had ever seen. We got settled in and finished checking out the room. Standing on the balcony overlooking the beautiful beach we held each other. Letting out a sigh and glad to have some alone time together. We talked for a few minutes before deciding to freshen up and change before heading out to the first winery.

She grabbed the first shower and I walked in just as the water turned off. Stepping into the shower I pressed my body against her. Squeezing her ass and planting my lips on hers. She pulled away “Not so fast mister! I’m all clean!”

“Ok Maltepe Çıtır Escort ok” I replied, letting her step out before turning the shower on for myself. I lathered up and had to keep myself from stroking myself a little because I had spent most of the three hour drive feeling the heat between my wife’s legs.

Finally all cleaned up and feeling refreshed I stepped out of the shower. I turned the corner as I was drying off to find her standing in front of the mirror, slightly bent over the counter putting on her makeup. She was wearing a tight fitted black top and a short mini skirt that I had never seen before.

She looked incredible. Incredibly sexy.

“Wow Babe! You look amazing! I think I might need to pull that skirt up”!

“Oh you can later but you better behave yourself, I’m not taking another shower!”, she said. Wiggling her ass like a little tease in front of me.

I walked over and gave the small of her neck a kiss, patting her on the ass over her skirt and then headed into the bedroom to get dressed.

Before we headed out I made sure I had my room key, asking if she has hers and her I.D. She assured me she did and we made our way to the first winery.

Our last trip out there had ended a little sooner than expected because we didn’t eat lunch until after we did our wine hopping so we both got pretty drunk, fast. I’m glad we had eaten lunch before leaving this time. Even still, around halfway through our first stop she started getting a little tipsy. Letting her guard down, getting touchy feely as she does when she’s drunk, and just enjoying herself. I chuckled at her, knowing it would be an interesting night.

We were sitting at the bar stools drinking our wine and eating the pretzels on the bar top. “I need to pee” I said. Swinging around and heading towards the bathroom.

As I stepped out of the bathroom I looked over towards her. She was now facing the open seating area which was filled with people eating and drinking. I could see she had made eye contact with someone across the room.

Glancing over in that direction I saw a group of 5 or 6 people laughing and having a great time. One guy however, had his eyes fixed on my wife. Looking back over at her I watched as she slowly uncrossed her legs, and crossing one over the other even more slowly. “Wow!” I thought to myself.

“She totally just flashed her pussy at that guy!” My cock instantly stirred in my pants at the sight.

I couldn’t believe just how excited it made me. I stood there for a moment to see if anything else went on. I watched as she once again uncrossed her legs. This time leaving them there and slightly spreading her thighs as much as her tight skirt would allow.

She reached over and grabbed her wine glass, bringing it towards her mouth. Her tongue met the edge of the glass before her lips did, teasingly licking the rim before taking a sip.

Just before crossing her legs, again ever so slowly I saw her wink at him. She turned back towards the bar, looking over at me with a devilish grin as she did.

“Did she know I was watching”?!, I thought.

Back at the bar I sat next to her in my stool, immediately continuing our conversation about her work friends. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just seen.

My cock was hot against my thigh as I replayed her licking that glass..winking at this unknown guy across the room.

15 minutes or so passed and we were just about to leave, we started discussing our next stop.

I saw her look past me over my shoulder and I instinctively turned my head to see who was there. It was the group of people from across the room. They were also taking about their next stop.

I heard the guy say “let’s go over to the Cape May winery next”. My wife took the last sip of her wine and picked up the bottle we had purchased. “Cape May winery next?” She asked.

“Sounds good to me” knowing exactly why she wanted to go there.

Again my cock stirred in my pants. So much so that I had to quickly adjust myself. She

looked down at my crotch, “Everything ok down there?” She asked with a grin.

“Perfectly fine Baby, lets go”. We walked towards the door and the group followed behind us.

I held the door for my wife and the guy she had been eying up. He was tall, not as tall as me but he must have still been six foot. He had an amazing build. One that I was definitely jealous of. He looked to be in his late twenties. Brown short hair and a chiseled jaw line. He reached out to take the door from me to hold it for the rest of his friends, his arm in front of my face. His large firm bicep tightening as he grabbed the door. Again, jealous of this guys physic.

We got to the winery in a few minutes. Pulling into the parking lot I noticed she was looking around at the other cars. I knew she was looking for him but I didn’t see him in the parking lot. We walked in and got our tasting glasses and chose our flight list.

Walking outside to sit next to the Maltepe Elit Escort fire pit I saw him. Kicking back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. I watched as they made eye contact and I saw the corners of his mouth rise, letting a little smile slip past his lips.

As the sun set, it started to get a little darker outside and on came the white Christmas lights. It was beautiful. The entire area lit up, still dim, but just enough to see the expressions on the faces from the people on the other side of the fire pit. My wife was definitely feeling her wine at this point. She kicked off her heels and raised her legs up onto mine. I looked down to see her skirt had ridden up, her upper thighs now exposed. I couldn’t see, but I was sure her panties were visible from his point of view. Trying not to make it obvious, I kept an eye on him. Watching and waiting for something else to happen.

Suddenly I saw him starting to get up. He looked over at my wife and gave her a nod. As in, “meet me over there”. She announced that she needed to pee and slipped her legs off of mine. Placing her heels back onto her freshly pedicured feet. Her red toenails vanishing into her heels. Click clack, click clack I heard her walking away, then it stopped. Surely she hadn’t made it to the bathroom yet. I craned my head around to look for her towards the bathroom but I didn’t see her. I scanned the area until I saw her standing at the outdoor bar. Sure enough there he was, standing with her. I watched as they spoke, getting seemingly closer and closer until they were practically whispering in each other’s ears.

All of a sudden she turned her head towards me and pointed. I turned my head quickly, praying they didn’t see me watching. He looked over in my direction and then proceeded taking.

“What was that all about”? I asked myself.

She reached into her purse and pulled out what looked like a business card which struck me as odd because she didn’t have any. Reaching down she slid it into his front jeans pocket, her hand slightly out of view from my angle. Her hand stayed there for what was only a moment, but far to long to have just put something in his pocket.

Just before heading back in my direction I saw her go up on her tippy toes, her heels rising from the floor.

“Damn”!

I thought as she kissed the side of his neck. His hand took hers as she turned to walk away and he tried to pull her back towards him. She resisted, giving him one last glance and her sexy wink before coming back to sit next to me.

“Babe I’m getting a little tired, do you wanna head back to the room”? She asked, rubbing my thigh as she spoke.

“Yeah let’s get going” I responded, my head spinning and my voice a little shaky.

We made our way to the car, hand in hand. Her perfume filling the air around me. She smelled amazing. The drive back to our room was only a few miles, it was pitch black out by this point but I knew my way around town. Just a moment after pulling out of the parking lot I put my hand on her bare thigh, slowly running the tips of my fingers up and down. With each stroke I inched towards her warm mound. Getting hotter and hotter the closer I got.

Once again she parted her thighs. Tugging at the hem of her skirt and pulling it up so she could spread them even further. I took this as an invitation and went strait for her panty covered pussy. To my surprise her panties were soaking wet. So much so that I knew the bottom of her skirt had to be wet where she had sat.

“Wow Babe! You’re drenched and so hot!” I exclaimed.

“Mmmhmmm” is all that escaped her slightly opened mouth.

I looked over at her, trying to make out her face in the dark. She was looking right at me. “I can’t wait to get back” she said softly. My cock was now raging in my pants. As I shifted I noticed a definite wet spot forming in my briefs.

We got to the hotel in record time. I was itching to get into our room. We stepped into the elevator, both seemingly awaiting the door to close. The second the door closed she turned to me. Pushing me hard against the wall, her hands wrapped around my neck as she pulled me to her lips. We kissed hard, our tongues dancing with each other, my hands exploring her perfect ass in her mini skirt.

*Ding*

The elevator interrupting our embrace. The door opened and we practically ran through the hallway. Room 207, here at last. She had her clutch around her wrist so I patiently waited for her to open the door. She unclasped her clutch and briefly looked inside. “Shoot” she said, “I must have forgotten my key card”.

With that I reached in my jacket pocket and grabbed my key, opening the door. “Weird”, I thought briefly. “She assured me she had her key when we left”. The wheels in my head brought me back to the bar just half an hour before. “Was that what she handed him”? I thought to myself. Wondering why the hell she would do that I quickly convinced myself I had to be wrong.

She made her way to the bathroom in the dimly lit room. She closed the door behind her, hearing sounds of her shuffling through her bags.

I quickly started to undress, finally flipping my socks off and tossing them to the corner. I looked at the two queen beds and chose the one closest to the sliding door on the far side of the room.

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The Adventures of a Janitor Ch. 01

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After failing my freshman year in college, for the second time, dad refused to pay for another year — understandably so — and told me to find a job. He refused to support “a 21-year old dead beat” and said I had six months to earn enough money to find my own place.

With just a high school degree, there weren’t that many jobs to choose from. As a matter of fact, after three weeks of searching, the only job I was even allowed to interview for, was janitor/night guard at the local college. Who ever said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor?

The interview with Dean Anderson took about an hour; most of which he spent telling me what a disappointment I was, how I had squandered chances other people could only dream about. After calling me lazy, uninspired, self-destructive and a loser, he concluded that he would hire me as a warning to other students so they would take their education seriously. After all, who wants to end up as a janitor?

And, after that uplifting and highly motivational talk, there was even a little time left to discuss the job itself. Originally, the position had been for janitor only. Due to cutbacks, the college had been forced to fire the night guard some years back, and up until a weeks ago, there had been no plans to refill the position.

That changed, however, when the board learned that one of their alumni, Elise Wilson, an international gymnastics champion, was coming back to town. She wanted to take a break and spend some time with her family. At least that was the official story. In truth, her career was over. She hadn’t won any major competition in years, and now, at the age of 35, it was simply too late for her.

But, because of the prestige she had brought to the college — and our town — the board decided to grant her access to the college sporting facilities, i.e. the gym. In order not to interfere with regular school activities, Elise would be allowed to use the gym after hours, which meant a minimum level of surveillance was required.

As a result, the job of janitor and night guard had been combined into one. Aside from the normal janitorial duties, I was also required to make two or three security rounds, patrolling the entire building. As a result, my working hours sucked: my shift started at 5.30pm — right after classes — and ended at 2h30.

As Elise and I would be the only ones with access to the building after hours, we were bound to run into each other at some point. I was told not to interfere with her training schedule in any way, and to accommodate her to the best of my abilities. Reluctantly, I agreed to the terms and signed the contract. What choice did I have?

That night I looked up Elise on my laptop. I remembered hearing about her, back in the day, but didn’t quite know what she looked like. Unfortunately, there weren’t too many recent pictures of her to be found. From the older ones, taken during her glory days, however, I was able to deduce that she’d been quite the looker — if a bit scrawny.

With my curiosity satisfied, I moved on to more important things, such as jacking off and spraying a few loads of sperm on my bedroom floor and my furniture — which was part of my daily routine. As you can imagine, I led a sad and pretty uneventful life. My job was not only tedious and pointless, but also extremely lonely. Aside from some diligent faculty members and students at the beginning of my shift, I never saw anyone.

But, being the glass-is-half-full kind of guy, I also realized that being in a deserted campus every night was a unique opportunity for a sexually frustrated wanker such as myself. So, instead of only pumping my dick in the privacy of my bedroom, I also started walking around naked on the job, and jacking off wherever I wanted. Being in the prime of my life, I was dropping about three or four juicy loads every day.

For weeks on end, I did nothing else but work, eat, sleep and masturbate — a lot. That routine abruptly came to an end when I met Elise for the first time. It was around 6.30pm and I was mopping the floor of one of the main corridors — luckily wearing clothes for once.

I had my headphones on and accidently bumped into something — or more accurately, someone — as I was walking backwards. Startled and surprised, I quickly turned around and laid eyes on the most beautiful, sexy woman I had ever seen.

Although I vaguely recognized her from the pictures, she looked about a million times hotter now. Her short, sporty haircut had been replaced by long, beautiful, blond hair, currently tied up in a ponytail. She had definitely grown a cup size — now a solid C, I reckoned — and overall, she just seemed a bit heavier, thank goodness.

I quickly took off my head phones and started apologizing. Unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in what I had to say, gave me an angry, scolding look and walked on towards the gym. I gawked at her bare muscular legs, at her tight, juicy ass — cladded in black, spandex shorts — and at her backside, adorned Maltepe Anal Escort in a pink, cross- back sports bra. Christ, she looked hot!

Naturally, I had an instant boner. As I stood there, gazing into the already empty corridor, I wondered how anyone could be so beautiful! I know, pretty cheesy huh. To compensate for those cheesy, warm feelings, I headed for the nearest bathroom and had a good, long wank. With the memory of her still fresh, I had no trouble spurting all over the tiled floor. I had already cleaned that particular restroom but just left my cum to dry and continued with my duties.

When I made my rounds several hours later and walked by the location where I had bumped into her, I noticed litter all over the place; a banana peel, an empty sports drink bottle, plastic wraps of some sort, crumpled up pieces of paper…

I had heard stories about her. How she was a stuck-up bitch, thinking she was better than the rest of us. How she was a spoiled brat, and had been mean to her whole entourage — and that was why her career was in a slump. Then, on a more personal level, there were the usual rumors that she was a dyke, or asexual, or a slut.

I made it a point in life never to judge people by what other people said, and to make up my own mind about them — especially when they were drop dead gorgeous. Although I found her reaction a tad immature, I was willing to take the blame for the whole incident. I decided to apologize next time I saw her and to try and smooth things over.

And so, the following evening, I made sure I caught her after her training, on her way out. I apologized extensively, not even mentioning her spiteful littering. Although she looked at me arrogantly and seemed uninterested in anything I had to say, I developed another boner right then and there.

When I was finished, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she simply extended her arm and slowly turned her sports drink bottle upside down, pouring the contents onto the floor. Then, she screwed the top back on and threw the empty bottle against my head. My cock instantly grew another inch. As she turned and walked away, I couldn’t help but gawk at her ass and legs, again.

Yes, it was mean and humiliating what she had done… and yes, part of me was angry, but I was also fucking horny. I promptly stripped off all my clothes and kneeled down on the floor, jacking my obscenely big fuck stick like there was no tomorrow. After barely three minutes, I arched my back and growled, convulsing wildly and shooting my load into the puddle of sports drink before me.

After taking a little breather, I cleaned everything up, and walked around naked for the rest of my shift, jacking out another two loads before going home.

The following night, figuring the safest course of action was to stay out of her way, I avoided the general area of the gym until I knew for sure she’d gone. But, when I made my rounds around midnight and walked past the corridor where she had humiliated me the night before, I was baffled to see that Elise, apparently, wasn’t the type to just forgive and forget.

Not only had she poured out another one of her sports drinks — a full bottle, from the looks of it — but she had also dismantled and emptied a nearby trash bin, littering the entire corridor. Realizing this was a fight I couldn’t win, and not wanting to clean up after her every day for weeks to come, I decided to go out on my own terms.

Although I was just a lowly janitor, I still had my pride. I had apologized twice, and had taken her shit twice already. After jacking off and adding a healthy batch of sperm to the mess — I may have been angry, but I was also fucking horny — I cleaned everything up again, vowing that that would be the last time.

The following night, I went to work, but didn’t bother with any of my duties, as I didn’t expect to be employed there much longer. After hiding an old cell phone in the dressing rooms adjacent to the gym — and putting it on its loudest setting — I hid in the gym itself, behind some old equipment. As soon as she walked in, I dialed the number of the old phone and a really annoying ringtone began echoing through the otherwise quiet building.

Although it visibly irritated her from the very first moment, it took her nearly five minutes to barge out, furious and annoyed, in search for the source of the noise. That’s when I snuck out of hiding and started rummaging through her sports bag. I borrowed a red tank top and tiptoed out of the gym. I quickly muted my phone, just in case she’d try and star-69 my ass.

In a nearby classroom, I got undressed and began jacking off, smelling her top and rubbing it over my dick and my face. I really took my time, whipping up quite a big load, which I then generously dumped all over her top. I got dressed and walked back to the gym, feeling quite pleased with myself. She was at the uneven bars when I barged in.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything,” I shouted, breaking her Maltepe Yaşlı Escort concentration and causing her to release the bars, stumble backwards, and nearly fall to the ground.

“Look, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I continued as I approached her, “Unfortunately, you’re also the most vindictive one. I already said I was sorry twice! You wanna be a total bitch about it, fine! I may be a common janitor, but I don’t take this kind of shit from anyone, not even you!”

She looked at me, confused and bewildered. She clearly wasn’t used to being talked to like that! And I was just getting warmed up! All rallied up, I threw her cum-covered red top towards her. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed it. A good thing too, or it would have hit her in the face.

“See that? That’s all you’re good for,” I said, as she unfolded her top, and began to realize what I had done to it. She quickly threw it on the floor and shot me an infuriated look, but I didn’t care. I still wasn’t done.

“Don’t flatter yourself thinking you’re better than anyone. At the end of the day, you’re just a cunt in sneakers!” I blurted out. I had put quite some thought into that particular insult, and it sounded even better out loud!

To say that she was shocked would be an understatement. She gasped and her mouth stayed half-open as she stared at me, not knowing what to say or do.

Having said all I needed to say, I turned and walked away, while I yelled, “Go ahead and have me fired, see if I care, you stuck-up bitch… at least now you have a proper excuse!”

I felt like a fucking king as I walked out. Feeling pretty randy, I headed for the cafeteria, where I took off all my clothes and got on all fours in the middle of the hall. I started milking my obscenely big cock, while pretending it was the middle of the day and hundreds of students and staff members could see me.

I came like a motherfucker in that humiliating position, screaming and howling as loud as I could, shooting a enormous wad on the floor. I completely neglected my responsibilities and spent the rest of my shift in the cafeteria, ejaculating three more times in the exact same, demeaning position.

After riding my bike home, I got some sleep, had some lunch and shot another load on my blue bedroom drapes. In the early afternoon, as expected, I got a call from Dean Anderson, asking me to come in as soon as possible. Around 2.30pm, I headed back to college, ready to face the music.

“Elise came to see me this morning,” Dean Anderson said as he let me into his office and closed the door behind me. I sat down and smirked. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I would tell him where he could shove his stupid job.

However, things took quite a different turn. Elise had reached out to him, but not to have me fired — or even complain. According to Dean Anderson, she had seen me around and felt as if I was avoiding her — and that maybe I was intimidated by her. She wanted to meet up that evening to make sure “there was no awkwardness between her and me”.

I was stumped. Was this some sort of trick? Too curious not to pursue her invitation, I told the Dean I would meet her and walked back home, apparently still having a job.

That Friday night, I didn’t bother with putting on my uniform, as I expected this to be a trap of some sort. I walked into the gym and watched her jump, run and bolt for about a minute. When she noticed me, she stopped and walked up to me. I waited for about ten seconds, hoping she would finally show me the courtesy of actually speaking to me, but she didn’t.

“What?” I asked, curious and a tad impatient, “What do you want?”

She briefly pointed at my mildly swollen crotch.

“Yeah, I am not buying it,” I said, convinced that she was setting me up somehow, “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

She thought for a moment, then turned and walked over to her sports bag. To my shock, and pleasant surprise, she took out the red tank top — the one I had defiled the day before — and put it on, over the black one she was wearing. To my even bigger surprise, I noticed that my cum hadn’t been cleaned off yet!

Flabbergasted, I just gawked at the dried up cum, and by doing so, inadvertently stared at her tits. She let me and didn’t say a word. When our eyes finally met, she looked down at my crotch and nodded. Figuring this would be the worst trap ever, I decided to take my chances.

Carefully, I cupped my swollen crotch with my right hand and juggled my junk for a moment, testing her reaction. She simply stared down at it, clearly intrigued by what I was doing. Encouraged, I used my left hand to unbutton my pants and push them down along with my boxers, bringing my cock out in the open.

When she still didn’t object, I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and started pumping it, right there in front of her. The longer I pumped it, the hornier I became. I was pretty happy with the way I looked, Maltepe Zenci Escort so I had no reservations jacking off in front of a gorgeous — albeit arrogant — woman.

After a while, when I was comfortable and horny enough, I sank to my knees and started jacking off for real, realizing that I was actually going to cum right there in front of her.

She never took her eyes off me, or my dick, and from the little reaction I got from her, I surmised that she was quite turned on. Maybe it was wishful thinking — or just plain fantasy — on my part, but I could ‘ve sworn that I saw her nipples become erect. After a few more minutes, I grunted, arched my back and exploded all over the floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I briefly noticed a dreamy grin on her face, which — as soon as she realized I was looking at her — disappeared. Feigning indifference, she then turned her back towards me and continued her workout, still wearing the red top. I just sat there, flabbergasted, not knowing what to say or do.

Who had gotten the upper hand here? Did this count as an apology? She still hadn’t said a single word to me. After about a minute, I got up and walked out of the gym, leaving my cum on the floor. As I headed down to change into my uniform — as it looked like I still had a job after all — I honestly didn’t know what to make of everything that had happened. I didn’t do much cleaning after all that and just walked my rounds.

When I passed by the corridor in front of the gym, I was relieved not to see any litter, damages or spillages on the floor. Apparently, we had buried the hatchet. I went home a happy, albeit slightly confused man. As usual, I spent most of my Saturday and Sunday in my room, watching porn and jacking off — splattering just about everything I owned with healthy amounts of spunk.

I was actually quite nervous to go back to work on Monday, not sure in what state of mind I would find Elise. She was a gorgeous, arrogant, spiteful and horny cunt. But, she had also proven herself to be rather unpredictable. I needed to know whether Friday evening had been a fluke or not, or if there was some satisfaction to be gained from this stupid, tedious job after all.

Figuring the best way to find out was to test her, I made sure I was in the gym before she was, that Monday evening. I had brought my mop and bucket and was pretending to be working, when she walked in. She glanced at me and caught me leering at her tight body — in her black spandex legging and matching sports bra. A faint smile appeared on her face.

Fortune favors the bold, I reckoned, and dropped my mop and unzipped my pants, taking my hard dick out. She put her sports bag down and looked at me, pumping my fat cock. After forty seconds or so, she reached into her bag, took out her red tank top again and threw it on the floor, right in front of me.

Realizing what she wanted, I kneeled down and used my free hand to fold her top open — noticing that it was still full of cum stains — giving myself a bigger target to cum on. I looked up at her, openly lusting after her, as I jacked off. Considering the lewd and highly unusual circumstances, I was surprised to last as long as I did. After just three minutes, I moaned loudly as I dumped a fresh batch of sperm all over her already soiled top.

When I was done, she slowly strolled over and squatted down in front of me, grabbing her top and using it to mop up whatever cum had made it onto the floor. She kept looking me straight in the eye — only looking down once to make sure she’d wiped up every last drop. Then, she got up and tossed her top back in her sports bag. Without giving me another look, she started doing her warm-up exercises.

I crawled back to my feet and stuffed my dick away. Figuring there was no need for me to hang around, I said goodnight and left, taking my bucket and mop with me. She didn’t even say goodbye back, the stuck-up bitch!

The following evening, I was waiting for her in the gym, twiddling with my phone. I hadn’t bothered with bringing my bucket and mop, having dropped all pretense that I was there for anything else than to drop a load. When she walked in, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: she was actually wearing the infamous, red top!

I took out my dick and started pumping it as I got down on my knees. She smiled, proudly glancing down at her tank top, which looked absolutely disgusting. Then, after about a minute of watching me pump my fat cock, Elise squatted down and got on her back, right in front of me. Flabbergasted, I stared at her with half-open mouth and big eyes… did she actually want me to cum on her? On her top, while she was still wearing it?

It sure as hell looked that way. She must have been pretty horny and randy to offer herself up like this. Eager to take advantage of the situation, I aimed my hard cock at her tits and used my non-wanking hand to gently squeeze one of them.

She didn’t object and simply laid there, looking up at me, with a faint grin on her face. She let me fondle and grope her tits — and flick her nipples — until I exploded, several minutes later. After ejaculating all over her top, I wiped my puffy tip off on her arm, squeezing out the last of my sperm, leaving behind a big glob of it on her bicep.

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What Would You Do? Ch. 02

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After our insane, reality altering weekend in that hotel, everything was different. We met two more times, each more insane than the last, until I finally couldn’t help myself and asked her to move in with me. She said that she needed to see me on camera, and that she had something to tell me.

That Friday I dreaded coming home, and clicking the Skype icon almost physically hurt me. What could my fuck-puppet need to tell me, she said it in such a serious way? The window opened and she was online, as usual, and we started our conversation as we normally do – with a “Hi.”

I waited a few beats before asking “So, what did you have to tell me?”

By way of reply an incoming video call request popped up. I accepted, and was greeted by a familiar sight – my slut-whore cramming pizza into her face, two slices at a time. She mumbles past the cheesy, bread mass that is clogging her mouth hole something that could have been “hold on” and continued trying to cram a log of sauce dipped cheese-bread down her throat. I watched lovingly as her downy girl-beard, soaked in bright red sauce, slipped into her gaping mouth along with the last of the slice. She leaned her head back and showed me her neck. Along the bottom of her chin she had tattooed “Daddy’s bitch” in curving, feminine script. As small runnels of sauce began to drip down her angular chin and obscure parts of the ultra-trashy chin tat, I watched her gullet expand and contract as the last of her snack passed down into her expansive belly.

I smiled and commented “That’s beautiful baby, did you get that for me?”

Snorting red sauce tinged mucus from her long, wide, pointed nose she kept her head tilted back. I watched in awe as the twin snot-rockets ran down the sides of her round face and continued down the side of her lightly furred neck. She grinned, looking down her nose at the camera and said “Yeah daddy, I got it last week and wanted to wait for it to heal before showing you. Do you really like it? You don’t think it’s too much?”

Grinning I say “No way baby it’s beautiful. Is that what you wanted to show me?”

She smiles and lowers her rotund face to the camera, once again leveling her sweat moist brow. She licks her thick lips and replies “No daddy, that’s not it. I know you want to move in together, I got your message, but there’s something you need to know about me.”

I take a deep breath and steady myself for the inevitable. She continues “I don’t… I don’t live alone here. The money you’ve been giving me has been going to help care for someone very special to me, like I am to you.”

I force a smile and hazard a guess “Do you have a child, baby?”

She grins and replies “Almost, daddy. I take care of my sister.”

My mind goes blank for a second as the impact of this statement washes over my brain. She cares for another woman… someone from her genetic line that is somehow in a lesser position? I recover and ask “Is she your younger sister?”

Shaking her sauce splattered face she replies “No daddy, she’s my older sister, but she can’t really do much for herself. Do you want to meet her?”

I smile and ask “Can I? Will she come on camera?”

She says “Sure daddy, she’s been here the whole time.” Turning her head to the left she says to someone off camera “Cmere Reesa, come say hi to computer daddy.”

From off camera slides a peach colored beach ball, capped with a curious pink point. It takes my brain a second to register that behind her seated form is a breast so large, that it dwarfs the woman in camera. Slowly another one appears beside the first, both centering themselves behind the woman on screen. Breasts so massive and heavy, I can see their owner’s pulse in the thick blue veins that spread out stained-glass Maltepe Türbanlı Escort like from the nipples. I gasp in shock and awe, the effort of comprehension causing my body to enter flight or fight mode. Two large knuckled hands enter the screen, and slide under the massive, lightly pulsating mountains. As I gape uncontrollably, they heft the breasts up, and lower them onto the shoulders of the woman who dominates the center of the window.

She shoulders the weight of the twin, massive, veiny mounds with what seems to be no effort, giggling. From the top of the screen lowers a face, and with this revelation I begin to shake. The face that enters the screen is a vision of beauty, writ large. An artist’s cross between Penelope Cruz and Charlize Theron, with a dash of Jennifer Lopez thrown in, she smiles her large, perfectly balanced face and says in a voice too deep for those features “Hi Computer Daddy.”

I try to hide the shake in my voice as I reply “Hey, computer baby… how are you today?”

She displays a blank idiot grin and replies “We LOVE you computer daddy! You bring the food and the cool air!”

I look to my baby and ask “What does she mean cool air?”

She giggles and says “With the money you gave us, I ordered an AC for every room. It’s really been great here with all the good air.”

Looking down at her younger sister, the beautiful amalgamation of beauty asks “Show show?”

Her sister looks into the camera and says “One second daddy, she wants some pizza.”

I watch as she again stuffs two slices into her mouth, widening her gape until the entire slices can fit. She masticates loudly and messily, squirts of sauce hitting her massive sister’s cheek. As my cock forces itself from my boxer-briefs she widens her mouth even more, leaning it back like a baby bird. I whisper to myself “no… no fucking way…” as the older sister, mountainous breasts layered atop her younger sister’s shoulders, leans in and scoops out the red cheese and bread mixture with a thick, wide serpentine tongue. With a combination of lick and slurp, similar to a great jungle cat, she removes the mass from her younger sister’s mouth, and begins to smash it to bits behind her absolutely perfect lips.

Looking back to the camera my baby says “We don’t always eat like that, but sometimes she likes to get what I’m getting… we share almost everything.”

Reesa looks into the camera again and says “Bye computer daddy.” before pulling her head up and out of frame, followed by the sucking removal of her massive, full veined, mountainous breasts from her sister’s round shoulders.

I stare into the camera with all of the seriousness of a hostage negotiator and ask “How much to meet you both.”

She smiles and replies “Oh no daddy, you don’t have to pay to meet Reesa, she’s part of me and I’m part of her. If you want her to come along, you just have to ask.”

I look at her with awe and ask “Why haven’t you said anything about your big sister before? She’s pretty amazing, you know?”

She smiles and says “You never asked, daddy.” She then inhales deeply through her mouth, puffing her cheeks out. Forcing the air out through her elongated nostrils, she emits a steady, thick stream of yellow, thick mucus. Part of our ongoing deal is that she never tries to heal herself when she gets sick, and only encourages any sickness to epic levels. This current head-cold is extreme; forcing her to expel whatever is clogging her head up in order to taste the food.

From off camera a low question is heard, and she opens her eyes. “Daddy, Reesa wants to know if she can eat some.”

Questioningly I ask “Eat some of what, baby? Pizza?”

She smiles and says “No daddy, Maltepe Otele Gelen Escort some of my nose food. She wants to eat some but knows that you’re watching.”

With my mouth open I inhale deeply, then ask “So you feed her from your nose, baby?”

With a troubled frown she asks “Yeah, since that time where you had me blow my nose into my food while we were eating dinner, remember? Steak and Snot?” she chuckles in an imitation of my own happy laugh.

I shake my head and watch the twin streams of thick, gooey mucus grind to a halt in her light girl-mustache. “Sure baby, let Reesa eat, I don’t mind.”

From off camera again comes the large, perfect visage of beauty that is Reesa. Her face enters the screen and dominates it, large perfectly proportioned features shocking me again with their otherworldly beauty. She turns towards her sister who pushes a little more from her nose, then leans in. Wrapping her delicate, large mouth around her sister’s face she attaches to her nose and upper lip, fully encompassing both parts of her sister’s facial anatomy.

With a giggle my baby says “Suck Reesa, suck!” and Reesa does, suctioning up the mess that glommed into her sister’s mustache and then bearing down like a predator. A large hand enters the frame and wraps around the back of her sister’s head, bracing her so that she can’t move back.

The younger sister giggles with her open mouth and says “Harder Reesa, harder!” and begins to wrinkle her face up in an effort to help. From the camera I hear a sound very similar to what a straw makes when you attempt to suck up the last of a cup of soda, a deep, throaty, wet sucking sound that comes from the younger sister’s open mouth. Reesa is vacuuming her sister’s sinuses, extracting all of what remains inside like a bear lapping at an almost empty bowl of honey.

Her head is pulled towards her sister with the force of the suction as I stare, watching yet another unheard of display of animal energy. Reesa finishes, removing her face and withdrawing from the camera. Around my baby’s face is a red welt, a hickey that encircles her nose and half of her face. Without pausing she reaches off camera and shoves another slice into her wide mouth, cramming it in whole before attempting to chew. As she mumbles and moans I hear her break wind, a wet ripping sound that goes on for a few seconds. As she gloms the food around inside of her wide open mouth, she inhales and exhales experimentally through her nose, then smiles big. Finishing the single slice she gulps the mass of food down, and then grins off camera.

“Reesa, you really cleared my nose holes up! Thank you sister! Give me kissies!”

Reesa leans in again, her perfect dirty-blonde hair swaying in the breeze of unseen air conditioners. They lock lips, two sisters who could not be further polar opposites, sucking at each other’s mouths with a passion tinted with love. Reesa slaps her wide, muscular tongue around inside of her sister’s mouth, expanding her cheeks obscenely as she grinds up against her sister’s food stained teeth. I orgasm as she begins to lick her sister’s face like a dog, long strong wipes up her sisters lips, nose and eyes. I gasp in orgasmic pain as her sister opens her eyes and allows Reesa to scrub her thick rough tongue along her bare ocular organs, giggling as her blue eyes are raked by pink, swollen taste buds.

Reesa finishes her explorations by wiping her tongue along her sister’s pimple laden forehead, sanding the surface energetically. My baby giggles as fattened pimples burst against her sister’s taste organ, pushing her face into the pressure of her tongue.

Turning back to the camera my baby asks “Did you like that daddy? Reesa and I play Maltepe Ucuz Escort all kinds of games with her big tongue. If you liked that we can do more for you.”

I gasp and swallow with a click. “Baby that was so good, I think I almost came two times back-to-back. Reesa always cleans your face like that?”

Smiling she replies “Yeah daddy, we clean each other like pretty kitties. Watch this daddy.”

My jaw falls open as I wrap my fist around my post-orgasm cock, securing a death-grip on it. On screen my baby is rising, and turning to the side. Bending over I’m greeted with a side view of her round, hairy ass. I begin to breathe hard, like one who has just ran a quarter mile in the heat. My heart begins to pound as I anticipate what is about to unfold on the screen, but my wildest imaginings could not have prepared me for the act of sisterly depravity that I was about to witness.

From off camera I hear the command “Reesa, EAT.”

With the speed of a savanna lioness Reesa darts her large, perfect head into the frame and buries it, tongue first, into the round, pimple spotted globe in front of her. With a squeal she continues “Reesa, tongue eat, tongue eat!”

Reesa gapes her mouth wide, and shoves her thick, full tongue into her sister’s rectum, burying her face heedless of the need to breathe, in between twin pillows. Reesa eats, and eats, her face moving up and down, shaking her sister’s ass cheeks with the force of her appetite. From off camera I hear “Watch this daddy, Reesa is a hungry girl.”

I hear a grumble, and a groan, followed by Reesa’s deep, bass moan. She emits the sound of a cow giving birth, muffled by a pair of dense, fat laden ass-cheeks. I breathlessly ask the screen in front of me “What are you doing baby, what is Reesa doing?”

“She’s eating daddy, I’m feeding her all the food I ate this week.”

I’m watching Reesa pump her head forward and back, forward and back with the effort of her thrusts. Her thick throat is pulsating as she, like her sister, gorges on food without chewing. Food that has sat for days inside her sister’s body, softening and fermenting into a nutrient rich meal, the world’s most natural energy bar.

I lean my chair back and behold the produce of my efforts. It has been an incredibly long road to get here, but now I am watching two sisters engage in the absolute most primal, taboo act that has ever graced this planet.

I hear from off-screen “Reesa, stop.” and she does, pulling her tongue from her sister’s asshole with a wet sucking sound. Around Reesa’s absolutely beautiful mouth is a ring of brown saliva, which she quickly laps up with a circular motion of her pink, fat tongue. Waving quickly at the camera, Reesa moves off to the side again, and her sister regains her throne, smiling brightly.

“Did you like that daddy? We do that sometimes when I forget to order food for Reesa and she’s still hungry, she just eats mine again. Did I do good, daddy?”

I nod in disbelief and say “Yeah baby, you did good. You have made daddy the happiest man to ever live, do you know that?”

She giggles and says “I know daddy, you tell me every week how happy you are with me. I don’t know why, we are just playing and having a good time.”

From off camera I hear a low rumble; Reesa is saying something to her sister. She turns, then turns back to the camera “Daddy, we have to go, Reesa needs to use the bathroom and that takes two to do. Can we talk later?”

A part of me wants to witness the insane vision that must be gigantic Reesa relieving herself, but I realize that this will happen, in person, another day.

I smile and nod, and say “Of course baby, we can talk later. Have fun; don’t forget to take your vitamins.”

She smiles and waves, then says “Bye daddy.” from off camera I hear a low “Bye ‘puter daddy”

I close the window and lean back, spent and amazed at my incredible fortune. Next Friday is going to be earth shattering; I’d better start preparations now.

I’m going to have fun with Reesa.

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It was a Dark and Stormy Night

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My wife, Cathryn, and I had been married for several years. Being like-minded sexually we had always been very comfortable with each other. There was always more excitement than apprehension about trying new things. I guess that evening when we were trying to come up with something new we realized that we had done just about everything that we were comfortable with. We were looking back on our sexual history, trying to brainstorm something new. We had just about reached the end of the rope when I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do – or was even curious about. She said that she had never been with a woman or a black man, and she had never been with two men at the same time. I asked why she hadn’t done any of those things. She said that she had been asked to do them, but another woman or black guys didn’t really interest her. She had given serious thought to the threesome, but she felt uneasy being with guys she barely knew. She would’ve been in a bad spot if things got out of hand. I could understand completely, but this got me thinking. Then I had an idea.

“Would you feel comfortable doing any of those things if I were there?” I asked. She didn’t seem to know what I meant by my being there, so I proposed an idea.

“What if you had a threesome with me and another man? Would you be comfortable with that?”

She said that she would be quite a bit more comfortable with me there, but could I handle seeing her fuck someone else? I had thought about it from time to time, but I had never really seriously considered it. Cathryn was not exactly inhibited in bed and I was sure it would be a show if she did.

“I would rather be there and be a part of it and see you doing it than having you go off somewhere and not know.” She agreed.

Then I suggested that there might be a way to kill two birds with one stone. She looked at me quizzically.

“What if you had a threesome with me and a black man? I would be there if anything got out of hand.”

She thought about it for a few moments, then said that she thought she might be able to do that. I told her that finding a third person might be a problem. I didn’t want a complete stranger, yet I didn’t know any black men that would go for something like this. She immediately answered that she did.

I was sort of surprised at her selection. His name was Byron and he was a junior lawyer at the firm where she worked. Despite never actually meeting him, I had heard of Byron because it seemed that he was constantly hitting on my wife. She would always come home and tell me about the cheesy thing he said and then roll her eyes that he either didn’t seem to get it, or he did, and this was one unusual way of interacting with a coworker. He would often ask her to go to bars with him, say how good she looked, or tell her that if she ever left me to call him – all of this at work. As a lawyer you would think that he would understand what sexual harassment is, but obviously he was thinking with the wrong head.

However, I could also see why she had thought of him. He did have some good qualities. Apparently he was a handsome and smart man. He had put himself through college then law school by modeling on the side. Apparently some of the other women in the firm were impressed with his looks as well. More than once Cathryn wondered if he won cases on looks alone. I knew that Byron would accept, and his looks would make the sexual experience more acceptable to her. It was now just a question of when.

We decided that it would be one Friday night after an office party. Somebody was retiring and there was going to be a party. She invited me so I could see everyone at her office. She wore a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. I had watched her put it on. She wore a black thong but no bra, she couldn’t with this dress. She wiggled into the tight dress that really showed off her figure, especially her breasts, which protruded forward exposing half of her cleavage. She decided not to wear stockings, leaving her legs bare and visible from the knee down. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun and, aside from her wedding ring, the only jewelry that she wore was a tight necklace that had many short strands of beads and gems dangling down.

After mingling at the party for a couple of hours, my wife pointed out Byron to me. I could see why he was popular with the ladies. He was only 5’8″, but definitely model material. Cathryn went over to talk to him while I stayed out of sight. I continued to mingle, and later Cathryn caught up to me, a smile on her face.

I said, “Well…”

She said that he would be over. I asked what she told him to get to accept. She said that she had invited him over, saying that she wanted to do something wild with a couple of guys while her husband was be out of town. Would he be interested in being one of the guys? As expected, he accepted. She told him how to get to our place and to be there in two hours. I could only imagine Kadıköy Yabancı Escort what Byron thought when she told him to come over.

We arrived home a few minutes early. Cathryn opened a bottle of wine and set out some candles in the living room. I asked her if she was ready. Cathryn gave me a nervous smile and said, “I think so.” Cathryn finished a small glass of wine while we waited. I was as nervous as I was aroused, and I wondered if Cathryn felt the same way. However, before I could ask, the doorbell rang.

Byron arrived right on time and we were finally formally introduced, albeit I was simply the ‘other man’. We sat in the living room, Byron and I on separate couches across from each other and Cathryn in a chair by herself, and made small talk for a while as we sipped wine. Byron couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife.

When we had finished the wine we all just sat and looked at each other for a minute, unsure what to do. I asked Cathryn why she was doing something like this, was her husband not good? She said no, her husband was very good one-on-one, but she wanted to try a threesome and he didn’t. Byron, his candor unrestrained by not knowing who I was, said to me that he had been after Cathryn for some time, and was wondering when she was going to give in. Cathryn shook her finger at him in warning and told him not to get too big of a head because he wasn’t her first choice. Byron laughed and said that was fine just as long as he was there.

There was another pause, which I broke by asking Cathryn what she had in mind for tonight. Cathryn, slightly embarrassed, just smiled and looked at the coffee table for a moment. Then she regained her composure, smiled again, shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know.”

I could tell that she really didn’t know. She would need an idea to help her get started. Then I looked at Cathryn and said, “Why don’t we start with your removing that dress.” Byron liked the idea, sitting back and saying, “Yes, I agree.”

I think I caught her off guard a little, my making such a bold suggestion to my wife in front of a stranger. While willing to do it – that was the whole point of the gathering – I could tell that she was still a little hesitant.

She sat there for what seemed like minutes just smiling weakly at me. Then there was the way she was smiling. I couldn’t tell if she was getting used to the idea or giving me time to understand that this would be the point of no return. Probably both. I looked at her trying to get a definite signal from her, but she just sat there like a statue. Then, like the person who is about to lose their last article of clothing at a game of strip poker, she said ‘Ok’, and she set her wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up next to her chair. I felt the blood simultaneously rush to my head and my cock.

She was a picture of elegance as she stood there. Then, very calmly, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. One at a time she lifted her arms out of the straps while alternately holding the top of the dress against her chest with the opposite hand. She smiled a little and, while covering her breasts with her hands, let the dress slide down to her waist where a slightly outthrust waist stopped it. Watching Cathryn made my cock rock hard. I felt like a stranger myself watching someone else’s wife undress. I wanted to fuck her more than Byron did.

She stood there for a minute smiling at us, either trying to work up the courage to finish or taunting our attention. Byron and I both gave her a look of, “Well, what are you waiting for”

Even thought the room was only illuminated by candles, I could see her cheeks get a little red with embarrassment. Then she wiggled her hips a little, and the dress fell to the floor. My wife was now only wearing a black thong and her high heel shoes. We admired her for a moment then Byron said, “Turn around.” She turned around slowly and Byron leaned forward to get a better view. I thought Byron was going to cum in his pants when he saw her from behind.

She faced us and smiled. Byron said, “Damn, you sure are hot.” Cathryn gave an embarrassed smile and looked at me. I made a comment about my dick getting hard just watching her and that her husband was a lucky man indeed. That comment made her smile.

There was a pause and then Cathryn said, “Now you guys.” You didn’t have to tell Byron twice. He stood up and took his tie, shirt, and pants off. He had a hard on his briefs could hardly contain. I simply sat there, watching my wife watch him undress. The dimly lit room made him seem like a featureless black figure.

Byron looked at me and saw that I hadn’t undressed, or even moved for that matter. He asked, “You getting in on this?” I said that I was happy to just watch for now, but not to worry, I would definitely join in later.

He walked over and stood in front of her, looking her up and down. I can only imagine how long Kadıköy Yeni Escort he had wanted to fuck her. Apparently he had fucked most of the single women at work, and now Cathryn was next. He slid his briefs down and let his dick point straight out at her. Cathryn had a serious expression on her face as she watched him, her hands still covering her breasts. He leaned towards her slowly and she leaned back in unison until her back was against the wall behind her. The smiling had stopped and she seemed hesitant. I wondered if she was having second thoughts. At that time it was easy to imagine how uncomfortable she would’ve been had I not been there.

He moved closer to her, his dick poised at her crotch, and put his hands on her hips. She just stared at him, silently contemplating what was going to happen. He wrapped his thumbs in the straps of her thong and began to slide them over her hips. He guided the thong down her legs to her ankles where he whispered for her to lift her leg a little. He put the dress and the thong in the chair next to them and turned his attention back to Cathryn.

My heart beat in my chest a million times a second. My wife was naked and with a man who saw her as nothing more than a sex object. More than that, she was going to be that object.

He knelt down before her. Cathryn, having gone back as far as she could, was now standing against the wall. Unable to back away any further, Byron put his hands on her hips and buried his face in her crotch. After spreading her legs a little, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips to him. She looked around the room, her eyes stopping when they reached me. She had a look of ‘it’s happening’.

I took my cock out of my pants so she could see how hard I was. She smiled, but that was interrupted as Byron slid a couple of fingers into her as he worked with his tongue. Cathryn finally took her hands off of her breasts, using them to brace herself against the wall, and let out a sharp “Ahh.” I began to stroke myself as I watched my wife, naked and spread-eagle against a wall, get masturbated by Byron’s tongue.

Cathryn smiled at me coyly, staring at my cock as Byron worked on her clit. I think she realized that she was putting on a show, and her smile changed as though to tell me, ‘Someone else is getting me off. I hope you enjoy it.’

Byron lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder so that it was draped across his back. It struck me how my wife’s alabaster white skin shone so brightly against the dark blackness of his back. I stroked faster as her expression told me that she was going to cum. Trying hard to keep her balance, composure, and eye on my stroking, she began to pant, “Oh…Yes…” over and over until the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her.

I thought she would fall over, but Byron held her up as he continued to lick and probe her, prolonging her orgasm. I love watching Cathryn orgasm anyway, someone else causing it was a new twist.

Byron stopped and stood up allowing Cathryn to catch her breath. He looked back at me and said, “Looks like someone’s ready to go.” I said, “Yes, but now it her turn.” Cathryn fired a confused and slightly worried glance my way. I removed the rest of my clothes and walked around behind the largest couch, which sat nearly in the middle of the room. The couch had a wide shelf-like back with thick pillows, and I motioned for her to come to me. She complied, but looked at me cautiously, wondering what in the world I had in mind. I said, “Ok, you’ve had your orgasm. Now it’s Byron’s turn.”

She fired a glance at me as thought I she thought I was enjoying this a little too much. I told her to lie down on the back of the couch face up. Before she could ask what was going to happen, I raised one of her legs up and rested it on my shoulder then slid my fingers into her. I motioned for Byron to come over and stand by her head. He admired her naked body for a moment, then put his hands on her D-cup breasts. He felt her up and then slowly ran his dick across one of her breasts. Then up her chest and neck, over her chin and across her mouth. He stopped with the end of his dick at the corner of her mouth. Responding to my finger fucking, and not knowing exactly what to do, she reached out and took Byron’s cock in her hand.

I know where all of Cathryn’s buttons are and since she was already aroused, it only took a few moments until she was wriggling and panting from my touch. I silently motioned for Byron to put his dick in her mouth. He turned her head towards him and slid his dick into her. She let out a muffle that told me that she wasn’t quite ready for him. There was nothing she could do, between my finger fucking and Byron’s dick in her mouth, it was all she could do to breathe. I watched as he held her head still and repeatedly pumped himself into her mouth, telling her how good her mouth felt.

My wife loves giving head to me. She has done it in nearly every place imaginable Kadıköy Masaj Salonu and she has gotten very good at it over the years. It is her way of telling me that she wants me inside her – and soon. This was different. Now I was watching another man hold my wife’s head and fuck her in the mouth. And I told him to do it. Byron watched with obvious satisfaction as his black dick disappeared into Cathryn’s white face.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. I increased my pace to bring Cathryn to orgasm with him. As the pangs of orgasm overtook her Byron came, pouring cum into her mouth. Her mouth filled, she had no choice but to swallow.

Byron and I backed off so she could sit up and get her breath. I asked if she was all right. She breathed a yes and gave me a look as to say that that idea was very evil. After a few minutes Cathryn had regained her composure and looked at me and joked, “No more of your ideas for a while. Go sit over there. You’re going to kill me.” We chuckled and I took my seat. She stood by the end of the couch, her back to Byron, but facing me. I was still rock hard, and asked the general question, “What’s next?” Before she had a chance to say anything, Byron slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Cathryn let out a yelp and I knew by the way that she thrust her hips forward that he had poked her, and probably was still doing so.

I was sitting in front of her and she was staring at my still rock hard cock. Then I saw her shift her legs apart a little, and Byron whisper something to her. I couldn’t hear what he said to her, and her expression didn’t change. She just looked at me and said, “Yes.” Byron whispered something else. Still looking at me she said, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.” She smiled at me when she said it. Not because she was eager to fuck Byron, but because she wanted to stir something in me.

It worked. Her words and smile both terrified and excited me. I love my wife. I also love fucking my wife, and after we were married, I thought I would be the last man to be inside her. I was jealous that someone else was going to fuck Cathryn, but it excited me that she wanted me to see it, and to get off on it.

My wife slowly leaned forward and put her hands on the arm of the couch. Constantly staring at my cock, she spread her legs and pushed her ass out a little, the heels she was still wearing kept her legs straight. She positioned herself so I would see everything, and the Mona Lisa smile on her face was unmistakable. ‘I’m going to let this man fuck me and you’re going to watch. I hope you enjoy it.’

My heart raced with nervous anticipation in seeing another man fuck my wife. I wanted to see her fucked, but now it was going to happen. All I could do was stoke my rock hard cock and watch the show she put on for me.

The pained expression on her face as she opened her mouth and inhaled sharply told me that he had entered her. Byron had his hands on her hips and was slowly sliding himself into her. We watched each other closely. We were more interested in each other’s reaction.

While arousing, I’m sure my expression gave away the fact that I couldn’t believe that someone else was inside my wife. And by the look on her face, it seemed like she couldn’t believe it either. Cathryn, her mouth open, exhaled each time Byron filled her up. I wanted to walk up and put my cock in her mouth. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to stop it, and I didn’t.

As Byron picked up the pace it became increasingly difficult for her to keep her focus on my cock. The things I was used to and loved from her during sex began to emerge. Her breasts swung back and forth with each thrust. Her breathing turned to panting and her eyes closed. She became more vocal as the pace picked up, moaning and uttering long drawn-out ‘ahs’ accentuated by high inflection as Byron filled her up.

Byron slowly picked up the pace until he was fucking her with abandon. He had one hand on her shoulder and was pulling her toward him as he thrust. Her ass rippled with each impact, her tits swinging in rhythm. Yet somehow now, despite the force, she managed to keep her eyes open and on me.

I was stroking my cock to the surreal sight of my wife being fucked. Seeing this she forced a quick smile through the involuntary responses and began simultaneously provoking both Byron and myself by shouting things like, “Oh, Byron, Yes!” and, “Oh, yeah, fuck me!” Shouting like this wasn’t something that she normally did, and its effect wasn’t lost.

The encouragement worked for Byron. He reached out and took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back while holding her back down with the other hand. Cathryn was now bent over and looking straight ahead. She was obviously immobilized and could do nothing but take the repeated thrusts of his cock into her.

I could see that she occasionally tried to watch me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t help but wonder how much she liked having a black man take her like this and fuck her. I imagined a different scenario, one where I wasn’t there. Where she had brought home someone she had just met, letting them pleasure themselves with her body. Would it look like what I was watching?

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New Mother, New Life Pt. 02

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I stayed at Helen’s that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower.

She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde hair appeared golden as the water ran down her slim and smooth tanned back, while a perfectly pert bum took my breath away. Its two cheeks, rounded and full, surely the result of a disciplined fitness regime, seemed to defy gravity just standing there. I was starting to stare at the water running over her beautiful bottom when she noticed I was there and suddenly turned around.

“Good morning Charlie,” she said chirpily, turning around to face me apparently not caring that I had been watching her.

As she turned, my eyes naturally fell from her breasts to her front midriff and then down to her pussy. It was completely smooth of any hair allowing me to see every detail. Her outer lips formed a beautifully enticing slit from which the pink inner labia protruded slightly downwards, dripping with water from the shower. Once again, she caught me blatantly staring at her body with pure lust.

“Come, take off that wig and jump in with me and I’ll give you a scrub,” she said, “this is a really nice salt scrub and it will make your skin feel lovely and soft.”

I took off the wig I’d been wearing all night and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My natural brown hair, after becoming trapped beneath the wig cap, made it appear flattened and weird. Not masculine, but not feminine either. The makeup residue on my face, mainly around my eyes, and the pink silk nightie I was wearing still tipped the balance of gender towards female but my hair, too long for a boy too messy for a girl just made me look androgynous.

I both hated and relished it at the same time. I loved how the makeup made me look and feel… even though it was messed up now… but I hated how my flattened down hair was a dead giveaway as to my real gender. Helen gave me a facecloth with some baby oil on it and I wiped the makeup from my face. It gave me a most refreshing feeling that felt even better once I remembered how cleansed and fresh she appeared under the shower.

Next, she washed my hair in shampoo and then conditioner after I knelt down in front of her, her fingers gently massaging my scalp, and the scent of the products seemed to awaken my feminine senses. As she moved behind me, every brush of her soft, wet, naked body against mine, felt amplified.

I felt my cock growing slowly, a little with every pulse until I knew I had a full hard-on hidden between my legs. I felt embarrassed that this was happening while I was being treated so kindly, so I tried and tried to make it go away, out of respect at least! I tried to get my mind to accept that this situation was normal and I should feel comfortable and not aroused. It was difficult but finally my erection mostly subsided.

After rinsing my hair, she scooped up some scrubbing gel and began rubbing my skin all over my body. It felt a little rough and uncomfortable, but once she had finished I could instantly feel how silky soft my skin had become, as I had never felt it before.

Then she scrubbed my feet with a pedicure board making them feel unbelievably smooth and soft. I just had to touch them, out of sheer amazement! I felt like I had the feet of a princess! I was amazed at how much softer and smoother I felt after a few simple minutes in the shower with her.

She then told me to get up, so I stood in directly in front of her. While only a couple inches shorter than my 5’7″ frame, I suddenly found myself face to face with what seemed to be a beautiful angel. The water soaked her golden hair and cascaded down over her lightly tanned breasts.

Her nipples were hard and pointed surrounded by the fullness and suppleness of a double D chest. She looked up into my eyes with that stare we both had been giving each other since we met barely 24 hours ago.

Standing there so closely, almost touching yet not quite… it was creating more electricity than ever between the two of us. She leaned forward ever so slightly. Her pursed lips very gently met my wet cheek. Her nipples and breasts pressed lightly against my chest. My cock became fully erect instantly and its head rose to touch the lips of her pussy. I heard the sound of a loud lingering kiss on my left cheek and I closed my eyes and listened to the water splash on our bodies.

My instinct was telling me to fuck her right at that moment. Something else inside of me was telling me to hold back and enjoy the thrill of this sensuous feeling. So close to each other and barely touching I felt happiness and pride that I was here with Helen. My body would have to learn to overcome these physical feelings I had for her if we were going to have any normal sort of relationship in the future.

Was she just Kadıköy Ukraynalı Escort playing with me for fun, or was there something more to this, some sort of lesson to be learned? I could tell from last night that she really enjoyed sex in the most uninhibited manner. If I were talking about anyone else in the same way, I would say that they were a slut. However, I certainly couldn’t call her that. Not just because she was my mother, but because she also lived her life as a free spirit. For her, sex was just another expression of that freedom.

I had to stop myself from over-complicating everything… and embracing Helen our wet, smooth bodies came into full contact. Her breasts squeezing into my chest, my hands dropping down and groping her sexy bum and our hearts seemingly at one with nothing left to say. My cock was primed and pressing against her cute, wet tummy when she dropped down to her knees in front of me.

She began to stroke my cock while looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes. She knew exactly how to press a man’s buttons, as her pursed lips twitched teasingly, sending my brain wild with excitement. After only a few moments, I suddenly came hard as a big burst of cum shot out of my cock and all over her face. I had never cum so fast in my life from a hand job. Globs of cum spattered her face. She rubbed it into her skin.

“It’s really good for the complexion, you know,” she said, smiling brightly.

“Really? I shouldn’t waste any then!” I joked.

I realised that she did not allow semen to enter her mouth just as she had avoided me cumming into her pussy the night before. She liked to play it safe, and I was relieved to see she did have some boundaries. She wiped the semen from her face with a facecloth and we dried ourselves with towels. As I did so I still could not get over how soft my skin was becoming, especially my feet. Helen noticed me feeling my feet so often.

“You really ought to take better care of yourself. You should treat your body better than a normal man would,” she said.

“Well… I’ve had no idea what to do, to be completely honest,” I admitted, “But I’m learning!”

We sat at the table in her kitchen and had coffee and toast for breakfast. It was a sunny Friday morning.

“So what do you have planned for the day?” Helen asked.

“Well I should have been at work this morning, but that’s not going to happen now,” I replied, “Oh, the joys of the call centre… I definitely didn’t expect to be working there after I graduated from Art College.”

“How did you end up there?” she asked.

“It was the first job I got when I came to London. Its genuinely soul-crushing having to repeat the same sales spiel two hundred times a day, to people who don’t want to hear from you in the first place. Anyway, with such low sales, the wages barely cover the rent on my crappy one bedroom apartment. I’ve been warned already about missing shifts so I’m not looking forward to going in on Monday now either,” I said with an air of acceptance.

“Don’t worry these things always work themselves out. You didn’t answer my question though… what are your plans for the day?” she said, trying to cheer me up by changing the topic.

“I was thinking maybe a haircut and an afternoon in the pub,” I replied, only half-enthused about the first activity and resigned to the latter.

“Why would a young person like you with everything going for them wish to spend the day in a pub?” she asked, “You’ll end up old before your time, and you have such a lovely thick head of hair, why cut it all off? I think you are missing the creativity from your life. What happened to the art student in you?”

“He crawled into a hole when the real world reared its ugly head!” I said, half-joking but realising that she had hit a raw nerve with me.

Helen spoke with breathtaking wisdom for someone who looked just a few years older than I was.

“When I was your age I was fierce and fearless. You should have that same look in your eyes but you look a little jaded… a bit downtrodden. Would you like to spend the weekend here with me? We do have plenty of catching up to do after all…”

“I don’t have any clean clothes with me,” was my pathetic excuse.

I was partly afraid that this weekend would turn into an incestuous head-fuck that would taint all the admiration I had developed for Helen. What if I never saw her again… after what had happened between us? How could I live with myself knowing that I met my real mother, fucked her for a weekend, and would never see her again?

“We can wash your clothes, you can then wear anything of mine you like,” she said.

“Okay…that sounds good…” I said, a smile developing from the corner of my mouth. The little fetish-devil in my brain went into overdrive just thinking about all the sexy clothes I had seen the night before in her work area wardrobes. Deep down I just wanted to spend more time with her as she was the coolest people Kadıköy Üniversiteli Escort I had ever met.

“Anyway, I have work to finish today and I need another pair of hands, so having you here will be perfect,” she said with the accomplished skill of a true artist.

“What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“I have a costume that needs to be worked on, and it can be done much faster with a second pair of hands to help me,” she said, “but no work is going to be done while we sit around in dressing gowns.”

“Come on, this will be fun, I promise!” she said energetically, rushing from the table to her bedroom with me following her about like a lamb.

Helen’s bedroom was large and tidy apart from various curious mementos on the walls. She took clothes from drawers and wardrobes and laid them on her bed. Black leggings, lace knickers and a beautiful long white patterned blouse.

“You’ll need comfy clothes for working in babe, so try these on, if you don’t like them you can try something else… you look like you are growing a little bit of chest hair girl!” she taunted.

“I shave it off every week but it keeps coming,” I said, embarrassed.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about that later shall we?” she teased, “First let’s get dressed and do some work.”

I slid the black knickers on followed by the leggings. They felt very snug. The pretty, long blouse was next. I did it up but was not satisfied.

“Helen, do you have a bra I can wear?” I asked.

“Yes, the bra you wore last night is there. But you really should try to wear something comfortable or work won’t be as enjoyable” she advised.

“I would prefer to wear a bra…it just feels better to me when I’m wearing everything else,” my tranny logic insisted.

I got fully dressed and Helen gave me a pair of black ballet flats to wear with my outfit. I felt great, very feminine and demure. After I shaved my slight overnight face stubble, I took a look a closer look at myself in the mirror. My appearance did not match my feelings, as I still looked like a moppy-haired boy. Helen placed a hair band on my head taking the hair off my face and I instantly felt a little more feminine. She then spent some time doing my make-up in a natural light, making me look more like how I felt.

Now my face looked like I had never seen it before. In the past, I had always applied loads of make up or none. This neutral foundation made my skin tone look naturally unblemished as if I only had a little eye make-up on. Combined with the hair-band on my natural hair I felt pretty without really trying to look overly glamorous. I looked and felt more like an everyday girl. Deep down this felt like a real accomplishment, and delighted me beyond belief.

We spent the afternoon working on a fantasy costume for a television production. It was a beautiful medieval style green velvet gown with complex braided ribbons of different colours all around the hem. We overlapped the different ribbons together to form the braid and Helen sewed it to the hem while I held the material. It was interesting to watch her working so skilfully, and she spoke the whole time as she went, explaining to me what she was doing.

When we took a break Helen told me what she had planned for this evening.

“My friend Paola will be coming round later. I think you’ll like her, she’s a crazy Italian and so much fun! We do each other’s waxing every once in a while, it saves going to the salon and paying someone else to do it. We’re going out together tomorrow night if you’d like to come,” she said.

“Maybe, where are you going?” I asked.

“There’s a club night that runs once a month in East London called FetEXotic,” she replied.

“A fetish night?” I asked, realising that this was a real opportunity for me to dress up again.

“Yes, a fetish night” she said, “We’ve been going there for a couple of years. It’s a really good club with nice people. You could even come dressed as a woman, what do you think?”

“Yes definitely, that sounds cool!” I said, absolutely delighted.

“Great. I’ll just give Paola a call and be right back,” she said with a smile, actually spending quite a while on the phone while I filed and shaped my nails with an emery board.

At 6pm we had finished working on the dress when the doorbell rang. I felt nervous and sheepish immediately, in case anyone came to the door and saw me dressed as I was, so I stayed at the far end of the apartment hoping that if anyone looked in the door they would not recognise me as male.

A loud and very sexy female voice at the door instantly grabbed my attention.

“Ciao, ‘Elen,” went the Italian voice speaking in wonderful voluptuous sounding vowels. I turned my head to see that she was far from voluptuous. At the door was a stunningly slim Italian woman, with long black wavy hair, wearing a high-fashion loose patterned jumpsuit. The long frontal slit almost down to her navel exposed her smooth Kadıköy Vip Escort flat chest bone and the silk material gently caressed the shape of her braless very pert breasts to each side of it.

The legs of the shimmering suit were baggy but fastened around her ankles with long cuffs. Her feet were adorned by stylish, and expensive looking, roman-styled high-heeled sandals. Not many women would ever dare to pull off this outfit, but Paola had all the looks and confidence of a Milano model, which I would later discover she had been in her younger days.

“Hi, I’m Paola, and you must be ‘Elen’s child…” she said to me.

“‘Elen you have never told me how pretty your daughter is!” she said loudly, speaking to Helen but looking at me with her vivacious eyes and bright smile.

“Hi, I’m Lottie, nice to meet you,” I said, all of my nerves completely put at ease by her obvious warmth and friendliness.

Paola had the bone structure and body of a goddess and I appreciated it more closely as she approached me for a kiss. She smelt of a gorgeous perfume and her wavy black hair felt supernatural when it brushed across my face as we pecked each other on the cheek. She was probably the most exotic beautiful woman I had ever been introduced to and I quickly gelled with this likeable person.

Helen and Paola chatted over coffee about people I didn’t know but I listened with intent for the sheer entertainment value of their conversation. Having spent the entire day dressed as a female I had completely forgotten that I was cross-dressed and I felt very comfortable there in such pleasant company. I sat on the couch with my legs curled up drinking my coffee and bursting out laughing every time Paola made a joke, which was often. Helen and I laughed so much at one stage we both nearly choked on our coffees! I couldn’t remember enjoying myself like that for a long, long time…

“So now, I must play the bitch for you!” said Paola, looking at me and waving a pack of wax strips she took from her handbag.

“The wax-pot’s heated up, let’s get changed,” Helen said, ushering me into her bedroom.

Helen changed into her nightie and gave me pink silk pyjamas to wear.

“Have you ever had waxing done?” she asked as we were changing.

“My ex-girlfriend tried it on my chest once and I said never again!” I said, worried about the imminent pain I might possibly receive.

“Your ex did it? She probably didn’t know what she was doing. Don’t worry, Paola is excellent, we’ve been doing each other for years. It doesn’t hurt when you use the right technique,” she assured me.

We came back into the lounge and Paola had changed into a short black loose dress, which showed off her long brown catwalk legs. I was mesmerised and fighting to stop myself getting an erection from the silky material brushing against the head of my suddenly growing cock so sat back curled up on the far side of the big couch. Paola started by waxing Helen as I watched and they chatted for about 15 minutes. Then it was my turn.

Luckily, I had controlled my erection sitting there by trying to normalize the situation of being amongst two beautiful women peeling their clothes off in front of me so my cock was flaccid but there was a small wet patch of pre-cum on the pink pyjamas, which I had no idea about.

“‘Elen, she will ruin your pyjamas with ‘er little surprise!” Paola said teasingly, “Come on… take off your pants and come over ‘ere.”

I obliged, gladly. I lay on my back on a towel on the couch. Paola looked at my flaccid cock.

“Oh, this is not Irish dick! It is too small!” she exclaimed in her thick Italian accent and then laughing mockingly.

“It gets bigger,” I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed but once I realised that this was exactly the reaction she was looking for I instantly saw the funny side.

“Touch it and it will get bigger!” I joked.

Helen and Paola laughed.

“No, you can touch it and keep it out of my way please, I don’t want to see it winking up at me,” she laughed, and got on with the job.

She plopped a large dollop of hot wax on my skin and pressed the wax strip firmly upon it with her hand, pulling it off suddenly and pressing her cool hand over the area right away, which took the most of the sting out of it. She repeated this technique all over my body and I wondered why waxing had gotten such a reputation for being painful. Afterwards, my skin did feel tingly but that was more than bearable as the touch of my extra smooth skin was divine. It had never felt this good from shaving.

The feeling of the silk pyjamas moving on my now denuded skin made me feel more feminine that I had ever felt. I savoured each movement I made as the silk brushed against me, accentuating my warm feline feeling. I was told to take my makeup off as my eyebrows could do with a tidy-up and I was glad of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, as my erect cock was once again becoming a noticeable embarrassment.

I returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and Paola waxed my eyebrows. She assured me that she would do a metro-sexual male brow tidy-up on me and she wouldn’t make it look feminine. I was nervous, as I had no idea what she was doing because I could not see but both she and Helen appeared happy with the result.

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Sandy pulled up to the front door of the office and just as he had for Miss Helen Nathan was standing next to the sedan in seconds.

“Good morning Miss Milton, it sure looks as if we are going to enjoy another beautiful day.”

Sandy was shocked as this man had only met her a few times as she usually parked in the garage and took the private elevator up instead of entering through the front door. However, he already knew her name and most likely her position in the company.

“Yes Nathan I do believe it is going to be a fantastic day. Has my secretary made it down from upstairs yet?”

“Yes ma’am she did, just a minute ago she slipped into the ladies room to make sure she looked presentable. She asked me to explain her tardiness if you showed up while she was gone.”

As Nathan finished the sentence Maria stepped out of the doors and made her way to the car.

She was dressed to kill in a tight black hobble skirt that ended at mid calf along with four inch black pumps and black stockings. Her blouse was white silk and had a frilly collar that allowed the blouse to plunge low accenting Maria’s lovely cleavage.

Maria slid into the car and greeted Sandy with a pleasant smile.

Nathan closed the door to the car and Sandy headed out to the street.

“Maria we are going to do a lot of shopping and I thought it would be a good time to also get a little more personally acquainted.”

“I am honored to be invited Miss Milton.”

“Maria we are not in the office so as I have told you many times it is ok to use my first name.”

“I am sorry about that Sandy I will remember to use your name when clients are not around.”

The two women headed to the boutiques downtown and while they drove they talked about all sorts of topics and subjects including their personal likes and dislikes.

The two women spent the afternoon visiting one top boutique after another until Sandy had put together quite the wardrobe. She loved this type of shopping as there was no worry about money and the boutiques would be delivering the clothes directly to the estate once they had finished tailoring them which should be tomorrow. They visited several high fashion shoe boutiques and just went wild making sure that Sandy had a pair of heels for every type of occasion.

“Well Maria one last place to stop and of course we have saved best for last.”

The woman entered through the etched and frosted door of the shop. Maria had seen this shop before and had always dreamed of one day being able to visit it.

A very well dressed young lady welcomed them to the shop.

“Please allow me to welcome you to Lydia’s Lingerie shop and you must be Miss Milton?”

“Yes I am dear and this is my assistant Maria.”

“I am very glad you two have chosen to visit our shop. Far too many women overlook the most important part of an outfit. We believe that without the right lingerie you might as well just wear a potato sack. If you feel great underneath it will show on the outside through confidence and self esteem.”

“I agree nothing makes a woman feel more powerful than beautiful Lingerie. I guess you could say that the panties make the woman.”

“Exactly our sentiment Miss Milton, we will start the fashion show momentarily please feel free to inspect the merchandise closely. Once you are finished with your choices we will then assist you in trying them on if you like. Before we start might I offer you a little wine and cheese?”

“That would be fine thank you”

The young woman rang a small bell on the counter and quickly a cute little dear clad in a pink satin corset with white lace trim matching panties, white stockings, and three inch pumps, appeared from behind a curtain with a tray of refreshments for the women. Each woman was offered a flute of champagne then setting a silver cheese tray in front of the women the girl curtsied and removed herself from the room.

Sandy heard the bell ring once more and a parade of scantily clad beauties proceeded to model some of the most exquisite lingerie the two women had seen. Watching the models began to affect Sandy a bit. She found herself thinking about the sweet girl next to her dressed in the sexy lingerie modeling it for her.

As the models paraded through the room Sandy slipped her arm around Maria and began to casually stroke her hair.

Enjoying the attention from Sandy, Maria leaned over and lightly laid her head on Sandy’s shoulder. She wanted to make sure that her boss understood that she was enjoying everything that was happening and was very receptive to more. Sliding herself closer to Sandy she began to hike her skirt up a bit. She was trying to lift the skirt higher, but things were not working out so well.

“Hun are you having a problem there?” asked Sandy.

“No I was just attempting to get a little more comfortable.”

Maria wished she had decided to wear a shorter skirt as she wanted to flash a little bit of thigh to see how Sandy would react but there was no way in this skirt.

“Stand up for a second Kadıköy Sınırsız Escort sweetie.”

Maria stood up in front of Sandy wondering what was on Sandy’s mind. She did not have to wait long as Sandy took hold of the zipper to her skirt and lowered it.

“Take your skirt off hun and while you are at it why not open your blouse as well. I am sure that would make you very comfortable.”

Maria noticed the look in Sandy’s eyes as she slowly undressed. They were filled with lust and yearning and it excited Maria to the point that her panties started getting damp.

“From the look of those wet panties of yours I would say you enjoy undressing for me.”

“Yes ma’am, actually I fantasized about it every night to the point I have to relieve myself.”

“Well I wish you would have said something as I have spent quite a few nights alone as well. You know I did leave a huge opening for you to make the first step. I mean what more could I do to let you know I was interested then letting you keep my moist panties.”

“I am sorry I just did not want to make the wrong impression on you.”

“You silly girl, I caught you enjoying the fragrance of my pussy juice and let you keep the panties, what better impression could you have made.”

The two women started giggling as Maria finished opening her blouse and then removed it completely.

“Now sit that sweet little ass of yours down right here and we will see just how wet I can get those panties.”

Maria sat down and rested within the crook of Sandy’s arm. Leaning her head on her boss’s shoulder she felt wonderfully safe and secure.

Sandy slid her free hand into Maria’s lap and her fingers gently slipped underneath the waistband of her panties. Slowly she traced her fingers along the plump lips of Maria’s pussy until her fingers found the secretary’s sweet little pearl. Flicking the erect little clit sent shivers up Maria that seemed to escape from her in the form of soft gasps.

Maria couldn’t help it as she started to soak her panties because of Sandy stroking her clit. She no longer cared where they were or who saw as she let herself embrace the pleasure that had begun to ripple through her body.

Sandy slid her fingers down and slowly inserted them into Maria’s steaming hole. Turning her hand she positioned it so that as she stroked her fingers in the juicy slit she was able to stroke in small circles over and around the hard little clit with her thumb.

While enjoying the secretary’s pussy she kissed and nibbled along her neck whispering all sort of sweet things she had planned for Maria.

Maria was lost to the throws of orgasm and anything Sandy wanted she was going to give her. Moaning loudly she soaked Sandy’s hand as she began to cum for the second time.

The fashion show continued as Maria leaned back pushing out her chest and spreading her legs wide as Sandy fucked her fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy.

The show ended and the Young clerk returned just as Maria was letting loose with her third orgasm.

“I see you ladies enjoy the fashion show.”

“Oh yes very much so”

“Have you made any choices?”

“They were all so beautiful I found it hard to choose.”

Maria suddenly began to pant and then exploded yelling out as she came once more.

Sandy was not stopping at all she continued fingering the juicy pussy the whole time she was talking to the clerk.

It turned Maria on even more knowing that others were watching as she was spread wide while Sandy fingered her hot slit. She realized Sandy enjoyed her being on display as much as she enjoyed it.

“You know what? I think I will just take two different collections of everything you presented.”

The clerk’s face lit up with a smile, as she called for her assistant. When the assistant entered, Sandy whispered into Maria’s ear.

“My sweet dear there are now two women watching as I fuck that sweet wet pussy of yours. They can see that you are my sweet little cunt and will do anything. Maybe I should stop fingering you and have you eat my dripping cunt.”

All that came out of Maria’s mouth was a soft moan and the words “Oh please Yes.”

“That’s a good girl.”

As Sandy talked to the two clerks she guided Maria between her thighs. Then asking the clerks to hold on for a second she instructed Maria to remove her panties, and bury her face in her pussy.

Maria did as she was told as she was enjoying every minute of what was happening. It turned her on immensely to have Sandy exercising her dominance over her and she understood that from this moment on she belonged to Sandy, body, mind and spirit.

“Now back to the Lingerie, I want one set in my size make sure I have them in each of your bolder colors. Oh god sweetie you’re making me cum”

Sandy set her hands on Maria’s head and pulled it tight to her pussy.

Maria was in heaven and she was determined to make it as hard as possible for Sandy to talk to the clerks.

“The second set, OH Kadıköy Suriyeli Escort GOD, I would like in…”

Sandy could take no more and she let out with a loud gasp announcing for everyone to hear that she was cumming.

The Clerks waited patiently with a smile on their face as Sandy rode the waves of her orgasm. She had Maria’s mouth tight to her pussy and she was grinding her slit into the sweet dear’s face.

As the young clerks watched they themselves couldn’t help but get turned on. Sandy watched through hazy eyes as the young girls raised their skirts and began to finger themselves as they watched the scene In front of them unfold.

Maria had not stopped she had her cute face buried in Sandy’s pussy and it did not seem like she would be ready to remove it anytime soon.

Sandy whispered to Maria that their company was enjoying the scene so much they were tickling their own clits.

“That’s it sweetie eat that pussy good as I want you to show these girls how eager you are to eat your mistress’s pussy. I want you to turn them on so much that you make them cum.”

Maria went crazy and she slipped her hand into her own panties and began plunging three fingers into her already soaking slit. Taking the other hand she slid two fingers into Sandy and as her tongue lashed at Sandy’s clit her fingers plunged into her tight hole.

My god thought Sandy this girl is magnificent. She had realized that the girl loved to be on display as much as Sandy liked putting her there. But when she had mentioned the word mistress Maria had gone crazy.

Sandy couldn’t think anymore and she was now lost in multiple orgasms. She could just make out the voices of the young clerks panting, as they loudly began announcing that they were Cuming as well.

Maria stopped plunging her pussy with her fingers and removed her head from Sandy’s delicious pussy. She slipped up onto the couch next to her new mistress. Had she heard Sandy correctly, her boss had used the word mistress she was sure of that. Sandy pulled Maria close and gave her a few soft kisses.

“You are such a good girl and I see you enjoy it when your mistress shows you off to others.”

“Oh yes ma’am, I want everyone to know that I am completely and unconditionally yours.”

“Then you now understand just what your new position is and what duties it entails.”

“Yes mistress, I am your servant and my duties entail whatever you want.”

“Good girl, I like how the word mistress rolls off your tongue. Meaning you have a hard time remembering to call me Sandy you may now refer to me as mistress at all times.”

“Yes mistress”

Sandy began to stroke Maria’s hair as her attention turned to the two clerks. They were sitting on the sofa with a dazed look in their eyes, and their hands inside their panties. Sandy smiled as she noticed that each one had soaked their panties with their love juice.

The head clerk snapped out of her daze, removing her hand from her panties and lowering her skirt she began to apologize.

“I am so sorry about this Miss Milton.”

“No need for an apology, come a little closer.”

The head clerk stepped closer to Sandy a little worried that she might be mad.

Sandy gently took hold of the hand the clerk had been pumping her slit with. It was soaked and was still covered with her cum. Sandy placed it in Maria’s hands and then instructed her to clean off all the juice.

Maria complied with Sandy’s command without hesitation. She eagerly licked all the sweet nectar of the cute girl’s pussy.

While Maria cleaned the fingers of the girl, Sandy slid her hand between Maria’s legs and lightly continued to tickle her slit.

Once Maria had finished cleaning ever drop of juice from the clerk’s hand, Sandy motioned for the second clerk to come closer and she had Maria clean her fingers as well.

“There now we are all cleaned, I am glad you enjoyed the scene ladies. It seems my hot little lover enjoys being watched as she serves her mistress.”

Sandy leaned forward and kissed Maria.

“Now that I can think, let’s get back to my order. I was saying I would like the second collection in Maria’s size and make sure the colors are all pastels and soft shades.”

“Yes Miss Milton.”

The clerks hurried off to get the order ready. They loved when residents of the Perklun estate came to shop as they never spared any expense. The women worked on commission and today they had made a huge one. To top everything off they both also received one hell of an orgasm.

As they prepared the order for the woman they talked about how hot Sandy and Maria were. The only person who had turned the girls on more was Nicole Perklun. As far as they were concerned they didn’t make them any hotter than her. Each girl would give anything to spend one night with the desirable woman.

The head clerk returned to the storefront.

“Do you want us to ship both collections to the estate?”

“Yes that would be fine”

Maria looked at Sandy and saw Kadıköy İranlı Escort she was wearing a huge smile.

“That is right sweetie you will be moving in to the estate as my servant. I have already cleared it with Helen and she is happy about the idea. She was actually the one that advised me to take you shopping with me so that I could find out, if you were indeed the woman I wanted.”

“Are you sure I am that woman?”

“Oh a test already, ok let us just see. Take your panties and bra off right now.”

Maria stood up and removed her bikini panties and the matching bra and handed them to Sandy.

“Now I want you to sit up on the counter and plunge all four fingers of your right hand in and out of your cunt till I tell you to stop.”

Maria without hesitating began to fuck herself with four fingers.

Sandy began to chat with the two clerks about how long they had worked at the shop and how they enjoy the job. Maria began to moan loudly and then starting gasping as her pussy began to flood once more from an orgasm.

“She sure seems to be a very well behaved servant Miss Milton.”

“Yes she does, would you believe this is her first day.”

“You are teasing me”

“No, I swear this is her first day, right now I am proving to her that she was made to be my servant. Why don’t you go over there and pinch her sweet little nipples.

The head clerk stepped to the counter and reaching forward began to pinch Maria’s nipples.

“You are so lucky to be allowed to serve a beautiful woman like Miss Milton. It is only right that you be shown that you were made to be her servant. If it were up to me I would have you walk out of the shop right now as you are and sit in the car and continue to fuck yourself in public while we finish up the paperwork.”

Hearing that suggestion Sandy noticed Maria’s hand had quickened and now she was slamming her hand into her hole including her thumb. A little more pressure and she would have her whole hand inside her pussy.

“I think that is a wonderful idea, you heard what she said Maria now do it.”

“Yes mistress”

Maria got off the counter, as she continued to stroke her pussy she walked out the front door, opened up the car sat down and began to plunge her hand into her cunt again.

“Yes I do believe I have found the right girl.”

The women finished up the paper work and the clerk informed Sandy that her purchases would arrive later that evening.

Sandy exited the shop and headed to the car.

Standing next to the car were two older gentlemen who seemed quite thrilled as they watched Maria plunging her fingers into her juicy pussy.

Sandy was very happy with Maria as the woman was spread wide with people watching her yet she continued plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy all because her mistress told her to.

“It sure is a beautiful afternoon, don’t you gentlemen agree.”

Sandy had startled the two men with her greeting.

“Oh yes indeed it is ma’am, a very fine afternoon indeed” answered one of the men.

“Well I hope you gentlemen enjoyed the show, I am sure she enjoyed putting it on for you as well.”

“Well yes umm, thank you ma’am it was rather enjoyable at that.”

Sandy slid into the driver’s seat and looked over at her brand new pussy and smiled.

“Pump faster.”

Instantly Maria quickened her pace and was now slamming her fingers into her hole.

The two men looked as if they were going to pass out from excitement as Sandy pulled away from the curb and headed down the street.

Sandy glanced over and noticed that Maria’s pussy was red and had to be sensitive and sore, yet the woman would not slow her pumping down one bit.

“That’s enough sweetie you may remove your fingers and lick them clean.”

Maria stopped and did exactly as she had been ordered to.

“So my sweet little pussy what do you think, did I choose the right girl?”

“Yes mistress you did thank you so much for choosing me.”

“You are very welcome sweetie as it is going to be a pleasure to enjoy your lovely charms.” Handing Maria back her bra and panties she explained what was next for the two women.

“We are now heading to the estate and you may put your clothes back on. If you really want to please me simply wear your bra and panties and leave the rest off. That way when we arrive, everyone will see your soaked panties, and know just how much of a horny little pussy you are.”

“Yes mistress”

As Sandy had figured, her hot little servant slipped her panties and her bra on, but left the rest of the clothing off. It was all Sandy could do to keep her eyes on the road. Maria looked so delicious in her lingerie that Sandy just wanted to eat the sweet creature up.

——- *** ——-

Nicole and Linda lay cuddling with each other as they had just finished with the wonderful lunch that Nicole had made for them and were now just enjoying the feel of each other’s arms.

“I feel safe and secure as I know there is nothing that can hurt me when I am in your arms.” announced Nicole.

“I have missed you in my arms for far too long sweetie and I will make sure that I never have to go that long without you again. You young lady from now on go everywhere I go. I can’t help feeling that it was part my fault what happened if I hadn’t…”

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Natalie with Ian

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I moved to the bench and sat on the edge and then lay down, getting as comfy as possible. I lifted my legs up and held on to them. I waited, looking up at the roof. I was thinking. I wanted Ian, badly. I knew he wanted me and that thrilled me. I didn’t fancy Ian – there was no sexual attraction at all there but i had a sexual need as Natalie to be fucked by him. It was a definite ache in my belly.

I heard him get up and i relaxed. I enjoyed the moments leading up to him touching my thigh. I sighed and looked at him between my knees. “Come on baby,” I cooed. I was definitely getting the hang of this. My horniness level was way up now.

I liked the way he looked at me: he needed me. He wanted to fuck me and i thrilled in that knowledge.

“Come and fuck me baby,” I said to him and he just nodded, stupidly, and moved closer. I got myself ready by moving my hands onto my buttocks and opening my legs as much as possible.

He pulled my knickers to one side and then i had the most exquisite sensation. He was licking my cunt. God, who i loved that. I was bucking and moaning and squirming at his touch. He was wetting me, running his tongue along my crack, pushing his tongue in to me and fucking me with it.

I was bucking madly to his efforts.

Then he slipped a finger around my cunt entrance and rubbing me, sliding it inside me and finger-fucking me quickly. I groaned anew and continued to move to his finger.

“Oh Kadıköy Fetiş Escort God, baby,” I breathed. “That is fucking lovely,” I all but exploded at him as he continued to fuck me with his finger.

“Glad you like it, Natalie,” he replied, smiling at me.

After a few moments of really turning me on, he pulled his finger out and i had an instant of regret but then felt his hands on my waist and i knew what was coming. I was ready. I was actually looking forward to it too.

“Come on baby, fuck me,” I said huskily. I really wanted him.

He leaned over me and i felt his cock head rub my cunt. The feeling was electric and my eyes rolled.

“Yes baby. Just like that,” I said.

He played with me and I melted to him. He was really good at what he did and i was enjoying it all. Then i felt him push and he slipped around and there was some discomfort. He pulled back and tried again and this time his head just slipped easily into me and he held it there, throbbing in me.

God he was big. He was stretching me beyond what i had taken before. He pushed forwards and more of him eased into me. I was certainly being filled by him. I tried to push my arse back onto him as he thrust and judging by his reaction, i had managed to do the right thing. He was mostly inside me now and the next push brought his swinging balls against my arse cheeks. I arched my back at that.

He was nearly all Kadıköy Gecelik Escort in me.

Then he slewed out of me, pulling his long, swollen cock back. I followed him as much as i could but was stopped by his body on me and his hands on my waist.

He reversed again and i felt him slide himself back into me. My insides melted as he began to jab his cock back and forth in me. It was taking my breathe away and i was breathing heavily. My thighs were moving in time to these little thrusts and i could imagine my arse cheeks rippling to it too. This was so fucking good.

My caged clit was still limp and rolling around on my belly. It was oozing a lot of pre-cum but it was nowhere near erect and i took great delight in that.

I decided to step it up a notch. I moved my hands up to embrace Ian and i held on to him as i whispered “come on baby, fuck your little sissy, Natalie. She wants you.”

I smiled at his reaction: one of a stiffing body as he re-doubled his efforts to fuck me. He was doing a damn fine job of it. He was moving steadily in and out of me, fucking my cunt with his very lovely and large cock. His balls were regularly slapping my arse and i loved that. I was urging him on, moving under him fluidly, not at all bothered by the situation any more. All i wanted was a good fucking from him and i was getting that, so happy days all round!

His breathing was becoming more laboured Kadıköy Genç Escort and he was sweating as he fucked me properly. His large cock had full possession of me and it was perfect. My cunt relaxed for him and he took full advantage of that.

I was just holding on to him, like women have done for thousands of years, under their man. I was part of the one beast that is sex and i was home in this role. My sissy to his man. My cunt to his cock.

I whispered up at him again “that’s it baby. Fuck me. Harder. Oh yes, baby, like that. Now deeper,” I hissed as he responded. “now fuck me like you fucking mean it and cum in me,” I cried.

He growled at me and fucked me as hard as he could before pushing himself and grinding himself into me, balls deep and ejaculating his semen a second time.

“fucking bitch,” he shouted out at that moment and i took it as a compliment.?I lay there under him as he twitched his load into me and slowly relaxed. He was still moving mechanically in me but coming down from his sexual high.

His weight was pressed on me and i was effectively trappped. I loved it, my legs on either side of him, moving, rubbing themselves on him. My bottom was jiggling around his cock and my arms were locked around him. He was my man, my stud. Fuck, he was good!

“Good boy,” I complimented him and he snorted a laugh before pulling out of me. He grabbed my jaw then in a powerful grip and shook my head quickly. “You fucking hot piece of sissy ass,” he growled.

“Well, what a video that is going to be,” said Lewis. I turned to him and he had his phone in his hand. “Fucking hot shit and no messing, as they say,” he gloated, laughing at me.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I will never learn!

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