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If you were to tell Judy she had a fetish, she would probably say you were crazy. To her a fetish is a man who wears panties or maybe a woman who flashes in public. However, if you were to ask one of her really close friends they would say she defiantly had a problem. For you see Judy has a thing for uncircumcised men almost to the point of refusing to fuck a man with a cut cock. She is famous among her friends for the way she cops a feel before she will go out with guy. She tries not to be obvious but if she can’t happen to bump into him, she just reaches out, and grabs him. If she can feel that corona around the head of his dick, it’s see you later Charlie.

Most of her friends will tell you Judy is a great girl and always a lot of fun to go out with no matter where. She laughs easily but not loud and obnoxious, also she has no problem with being a friend’s wingman when needed. Although not many would call her beautiful she is cute, and with her dainty body and her perky smile, she has no problems attracting men. Her light blue eyes and dark hair set off each other well as she likes to say, “Blondes attract boys and brunettes attract men.”

As for the fetish she claims she doesn’t have, I believe it started out as a novelty with the first uncut man she fucked. Judy had already been with quite a few sexual partners before Kadıköy Öğrenci Escort her first uncircumcised encounter and to her; a dick was merely a sexual device to get off with and nothing more. To tell the truth she didn’t pay that much attention, she didn’t really care if the man was big or small, as long as it wasn’t too big or too small. As long as the man functioned, she was happy and even if he was having problems getting it up, she never minded doing her part. Giving oral was not something she particularly liked to do but to get a guy hard it was not a problem.

All that changed the night she met a guy from Germany named Rolf. Truth be told the main reason she agreed to the date was his name, it just cracked her up to say Rolf, as it sounded like something a dog says. When they went out Judy hadn’t planned to have sex with him but in the end she decided she liked the way he looked and invited him up to her place. His strong features were softened by his blond hair and his European style made him seem suave and confident. They ended up in her bedroom and when he pulled a condom from his pocket, it made her happy to see he believed in safe sex. Almost as a reward for his thoughtfulness, Judy volunteered to put the rubber on him. This was something she seldom did and she hoped she didn’t mess it Kadıköy Çıtır Escort up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood before her.

Judy was just ready to rip the package open as Rolf dropped his pants. She sat there staring at Rolf’s cock in amazement; of course, she had heard of uncircumcised men and had even seen a picture or two. Yet here was Rolf uncut in the flesh, so to speak, and standing right in front of her. Her staring embarrassed him and he apologized for not warning her that he was uncut. Judy told him it wasn’t a problem and it was just she’d never seen one before. Judy would never remember whether she asked to touch it or that Rolf offered her the chance but she’ll never forget the thrill she got the first time she slid his foreskin back to expose the gland. She giggled as she repeated the move and soon she was actually jacking him off. When he warned her, he might climax if she wasn’t careful, she pleaded with him to allow her to make him cum, and when he said yes, she increased her movement vigorously. Rolf the perfect gentleman told her as he was about to shoot and all Judy did was put her face closer as a target. When he came, he shot all over her face, it even got into her eyes and made them burn.

They never did screw that night because after he got hard again Kadıköy Elit Escort she wanted to give him a blow-job instead. As she put him in her mouth, she noticed first how firm the gland was as compared to the soft foreskin below it. Somehow, this intrigued her and she enjoyed feeling the differences in texture. When he came, she swallowed without giving a second thought and although she didn’t care for the taste, she found she didn’t mind it at all.

She and Rolf dated steady for the remainder of his stay in town and Judy found she was sad and disappointed when he left. This had not been love, it had been about sex, and both were well aware of what their relationship meant. Judy went back to dating but found herself thinking about Rolf more often. She found that she now had a bigger interest in a man’s cock than before but as yet; she hadn’t realized her interest was in uncut over circumcised.

The following summer the fates smiled down on our heroine and sent her another uncut male for her enjoyment. Again, she was enthralled with his dick, as she couldn’t keep her hands off the poor man. Although the sex was great, the man was nothing like Rolf had been and was a total bore so she didn’t go out with him again. It was then she had her epiphany, it wasn’t that Rolf or even the other guy were great sex partners it was their uncircumcised dicks that turned her on. From then on, it became her quest to date only uncut men. She decided that way even if the guy was a lousy lay she could at least have fun with his foreskin. Although Judy still dates circumcised men, if she could choose all her dates would be uncut.

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I’m Karen and if you know me than you are aware that I’m a white slut housewife for black cock and there is nothing I like to do better than introduce another hot wife to black cock. My good friend which I call the New Jersey Slut because she has always had an interest in meeting black men.

We had one problem we had to take care of before we could find her a black lover and that was to convince her husband to allow his wife to fuck a black man.

I made a suggestion for her to play a few of my DVD’s one weekend so her husband could see how much fun I have with my own husband and my black lovers. I even gave her my DVD showing how I got pregnant with a black baby while filming a video.

She thought it might be a little too much for her husband to see and worried that if he saw me pregnant with a black baby than he would not allow her to screw a black man. I convinced her to allow him to see the video of me with my swollen belly and how my husband encourages me and plays out his roll as my cuckold.

Two weeks after I lent them my DVD’s, I got a call from her husband wanting to know if I could fix up his wife with one of my black lovers. I picked a really nice guy from New York who happened to be hung like a horse and was looking to break in a new couple into interracial swinging.

His fantasy fit exactly what I was looking for because he wanted to meet a white couple who had an interest in cuckolding the husband.

We set everything up for the following weekend and my husband and I would be there to encourage them and make the husband more comfortable watching his wife getting screwed by a black stud for the very first time.

We all arrived at the Kadıköy Esmer Escort hotel and my friend was dressed as I expected in a skimpy white dress with heels. Her husband looked nervous but sat down with my husband as we all had a few drinks.

My husband began setting up his camera equipment while my friend got better acquainted with the black guy I had picked out for them. The husband was really getting scared now as he watched his wife begin to kiss her new lover.

He sat as stiff as a board in the chair as his eyes remained glued to his wife and the black stud sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his crotch and felt his cock hard under his pants and began to point out how excited he was becoming watching his wife kiss the black man.

I began to explain to him how much my husband enjoyed watching me making love with black men and how he got excited the same way. I told him to go ahead and pull his pants off so he could play with his cock while we watched his wife being seduced.

Remembering how excited my husband was the very first time, he saw me making love to a black man and later how excited he was telling me all the details including how he watched a black cock entering my tight white pussy for the very first time. I told him to concentrate on his wife and her black stud and forget that my husband and I were even in the room.

We sat and watched the black stud feeling her tits and making his wife knee down to kiss and lick his cock. Once she got his cock wet, the black stud made her climb up onto his lap where she sat on his cock.

I kept watching her husband and seeing him playing Kadıköy Eve Gelen Escort with his stiff cock, I knew he was extremely turned on watching his wife being ordered to perform for this black man. The sound of her wet pussy could be heard throughout the room as his wife bounced herself on top of her black stud.

After several minutes of deep screwing, the black stud motioned for the husband to come over and closely watch how is thick black cock stretched his wife’s pussy. The next command came when he asked the husband to bend down and lick his wife’s pussy and ass while he continued to screw the wife.

I sat and watched as her husband began licking her pussy being careful not to touch the black man’s cock as he licked around her pussy. After licking all around his wife’s ass, the black stud held onto the wife and turned her over onto her back and began pounding her pussy.

Seeing this huge black stud screwing a wife in front of her husband for the very first time was very exciting and what gave it additional stimulation was that the husband was now standing next to the bed stroking his own cock and ready to cum as he watched his wife being screwed in front of him.

I walked closer to the bed to give her husband more encouragement but he was so excited that it didn’t matter very much so I turned and watched my own husband holding the video camera and playing with his own cock as he does many times watching me getting screwed.

The wife was begging her black lover to fuck her hard and deep and cum was clearly visible around the big cock pushing deep inside her pussy. I wasn’t sure if he had cum inside her at that point but it Kadıköy Evi Olan Escort looked messy as we all watched her getting herself screwed.

After watching them screw for several minutes, the black stud let out a loud yell as he finally shot a large load of cum deep inside her belly. After holding himself deep inside her pussy for a couple minutes, he finally backed out of her pussy until his cock sprung free from its tight confines with a plop.

The black stud remained above her for several seconds while my husband moved in closer with his camera. The large amount of cum that was shot into her pussy was puddled up inside her pussy and I could see the thick white seed from several feet away from the bed.

I was surprised when I saw her husband get down between his wife’s legs and watched as he began to lick and eat the black man’s seed from his wife’s pussy. He continued to lick his wife’s pussy clean as her lover began kissing her as he laid down on the bed next to her.

Once the husband finished licking her pussy clean, the black stud motioned for the husband to move back out of his way so he could turn the wife over onto her belly where he positioned himself to screw her doggie style.

The husband reached out and played with his wife’s tits as they jiggled with each thrust of her black lover inside her pussy. The black stud kept screwing the wife for several minutes until he finally shot another large load into her pussy and as he backed out, the husband leaned down and was ready to lick her pussy clean again.

After her husband finished licking out her pussy again, she turned over onto her back and rested as her husband laid down next to her leaving the black stud for me. That’s a whole story on its own but I have to admit that I couldn’t wait to sample this man’s huge thick black cock myself.

I felt very proud that evening knowing that I was able to introduce another white wife and her husband into the world of swinging with black men.

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Coastal Retreat

Aaron woke me early and told me we were taking a two day vacation up the coastal highway all the way to San Francisco and that I should dress in something sexy; something showing my mid-section and something short; preferably a skirt. He also added that I should bring sneakers or hiking shoes to change into just in case we wanted to survey the forest.

I kissed him as I rubbed his cock into a stiff missile but he insisted there would be plenty of time for that later and informed me I had an hour at best if we were to do any sightseeing.

He told me I had an hour at best so I dressed quickly and made a quick trip around the block before pulling into my garage across the street.

Once in, I undressed, and quickly took a shower including washing my hair and ran a razor over my body. When I was done, I smelled like sweet honey.

I went to the closet and went through Lynda’s clothes; I found what looked to be a beige two-piece bodycon style dress. It had a short sleeve v-shape that showed partial cleavage and plenty of mid-section. The skirt looked short, very short, but holding it up to my waist it was perfect; it would show my naval and a lot of thigh.

After taping my breasts I dressed and applied my makeup to perfection.

I grabbed some gold jewelry; a thin chained necklace with a tiny cross, a watch, wrist bands, ankle bracelet, and earrings; then I realized my ears weren’t pierced and put them back. I rummaged through her jewelry box but found nothing that would work; I would have to go without.

I straightened up, peered in the mirror, and was on my way before realizing I still needed shoes and a purse.

I retreated back to the closet and found a pair of beige wedge sandals that seemed a little tight but the next pair fit perfectly.

Next was a purse; I found the perfect small beige thin strapped purse that would hold everything that I needed.

I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be with Aaron; just a few days ago I was a straight married man, now, I was cheating bi-cross-dresser fucking my neighbor across the street that in a few minutes would be accompanying him on a two day trip up the coastal highway to San Francisco.

I made sure the house was locked tight before getting in my car and pulling into Aaron’s driveway five minutes later. Now with his garage door opener I opened the garage and pulled in. His car was missing and there was a note on the door telling me he would be back in a few minutes and to let myself in.

Once in, I roamed around the house not looking for anything special when I heard the garage door open.

I rushed downstairs to meet him at the door; he had .

“Mmm,” I kissed him as he walked through the door.

“What was that for?” he laughed.

“I missed you,” I admitted.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, so how do I look,” I stepped back and twirled for him.

“Oh my gawd, you’re gorgeous,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I kissed him again.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Good, let’s go then; I have a small cooler in the car with water, Gatorade, and a few snacks just in case.”

“Sounds like you had this all planned out,” I flirted.

“Let’s go,” he laughed as he picked up a small nylon back pack and walked me out to the garage.

“Oh my gawd!” I exclaimed.

“I guess you like it then.”

“I always wanted to ride in a Trans Am.”

“Not just any Trans Am… a 1978 Ram III Pontiac 400 with a Turbo 400 and.” He didn’t finish.

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I continued laughing.

“Girls,” he shook his head as he opened the passenger door for me.

“Oh, I need to get my bag out of the car,” I opened the car and retrieved my nylon backpack with a pair short jogging shoes, short socks, and two pair of Lynda’s work out panties in case I cream mine.

“I think you missed something,” he said pointing into the car.

I turned and bent over like a stupid blonde bimbo and that’s when he lightly tapped me on my ass.

“Horny already,” I smiled as I stood up.

“No, just enjoying the view.”

“Men,” I smiled as I took my sat in the passenger seat; my skirt rode up my thighs just a few inches below my privates.

He shut the door and entered the driver’s door; we were on our way in no time.

He explained we would do some sightseeing along the way and the other planned stops coming back home tomorrow. Aaron also told me he had a surprise for me later on in the evening but wouldn’t tell me what it was; it was literally driving me crazy. What could he possibly be planning that he had to keep it a secret?

I felt very feminine as Aaron went out of his way to make my weekend special; especially having a surprise for me.

Now I was in a tremendous mood, my flirtatious female persona took over and I was all in; it seemed so natural.

We got to Malibu exited toward Topanga Canyon and headed toward Topanga Overlook where we enjoyed the awesome view of San Fernando Valley; it really was quite stunning and romantic Kadıköy Grup Escort as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

We spent about fifteen minutes at the overlook before heading towards Malibu. Once we hit Malibu we walked hand in hand on the beach; of course without shoes… so romantic.

After a long romantic walk on the beach we went to this great seafood restaurant for some scrumptious seafood and wine. Aaron then took me to an ice cream shop where we enjoyed tasting one another’s ice cream; his mint chocolate chip and mine strawberry cream. However, that wasn’t the only thig we shared as we enjoyed sweet kisses between bites.

We continued our adventure north to Pismo Beach where we did some wine tasting; I learned a lot about wine on our stop. We spent a lot of time tasting wine and had to be on our way.

I was having the time of my life so far and couldn’t wait for Aaron’s surprise later on.

We headed toward Monterey and took the scenic seventeen mile drive and had a mooch around Camel-by-the-Sea a cute seaside village with shops, cafes, and restaurants.

The scenic drive was so beautiful and stopped at one of the cafes for a coffee.

Once back on the Coastal Highway we headed toward San Francisco flirting all the way there.

I wondered where we were headed after we passed San Francisco and turned off the road a while later. I didn’t say a word as we continued to turn and eventually turned onto a drive and drove through the trees.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Good, just another minute and we’ll be there.”

All of a sudden there was a huge clearing that revealed an old white style church with gold painted trim about one-hundred yards away and had five good size cottages playfully arranged out of the way and to the left of the church.

I was a little surprised to say the least but figured it was an important landmark and let Aaron guide the way. He took my hand as we climbed the stairway into the church. Once inside I was surprised at how beautiful the inside was; the stained glass windows, the gold velvet antique benches, and the beautiful wood flooring.

We stood there and marveled at the view as we held hands; moments later a beautiful young woman greeted us and introduced herself as Tania.

“I’m Aaron and this is Bella,” Aaron introduced us.

“Great, we’ve been expecting you, follow me,” she told us.

We followed her down the aisle toward the front of the church; once there she asked us to wait and someone would be right with us.

“What are we doing here?” I whispered to Aaron.

“This is your surprise,” he smiled and shook his head.

“My surprise,” I laughed.

Moments later a minister approached us from the left and introduced himself.

Aaron introduced us himself and then me.

“Nice to meet you both; we’ll be splitting you up. Aaron you’ll follow Josh to your cottage and Bella you’ll follow Maria to yours. Once you’re both ready we’ll start the service’ are there and questions?” he asked us.

“No, we’re fine,” Aaron answered.

A young man, who must have been Josh, escorted Aaron off to the left; while a young woman, who must have been Maria, escorted me off to the right.

I followed Maria to the right and took a left in a long hallway to the end. Maria opened the door to a deck; it had stairs straight ahead and a ramp to the right; she led me to the right down the ramp. The ramp led into a smooth white brick path that led to two small single story cottages. The first one was a white cottage with light blue trim which we passed. The second was another small single story white cottage but with light pink trim.

We entered the pink trimmed cottage; we passed through which looked like a waiting room and into a back room where a second young woman was standing. It looked more like a dressing room with a hair washing sink and hair washing station.

“Bella, this is Mona, she will be helping me prepare you for the big event,” she smiled.

“What big event?” I questioned.

“You’re wedding,” Maria answered as they laughed lightly.

“What,” I remarked curiously thinking they made a huge mistake.

“Mona, bring me her dress,” she told here.

Mona disappeared into another back room and came back with a beautiful white wedding dress.

“Oh… my… gawd!” I exclaimed as I covered my mouth and laughed in excitement; my eyes began to tear.

“It’s a beautiful dress isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I answered excitedly.

“We’ll be dressing you in all white including white panties due to the high lo cut of the dress,” she told me.

“I’m sorry; but I can’t do this,” I said realizing that this couldn’t happen fearing they would find out my secret.

“Would you rather change in the restroom for privacy?”

“Um, yes,” I answered not wanting to disappoint Aaron knowing Aaron went through a lot of trouble setting this whole thing up.

The look of surprise must have covered my face as she handed me laced reinforced panties; the Kadıköy Manken Escort kind I wear to tuck my manhood back.

“If it makes you feel any better we’re transsexual also,” Maria informed me.

“What… you know?”

“Yes, it makes the bride feel more comfortable knowing the people preparing them are just like they are,” Maria told me.

“But; I didn’t know.”

“Because it was a surprise,” she giggled.

She was so pretty I just laughed along with her.

“Then we can continue?”

“Yes, but my bra.”

“You’re the blushing bride; you will be going braless.”

“But.”

“Bella, relax, you’re not the first girl we took care of.”

“Okay, have at it.”

They began to undress me; my shoes first, then my clothes, and then turned their backs to me as I quickly exchanged my panties for their white reinforced laced ones. They then stripped me of my makeup and nail polish and began applying new.

It took the two of them more than an hour to dress me and make adjustments to my dress including taping my breasts for cleavage. Next, they sat me down and Mia applied my makeup and then polished my nails.

The young girl retrieved a long curly highlighted wig and Mia adjusted it until she was satisfied. It was long and covered my shoulders and somewhat beyond.

I stood in front of the mirror; I was ecstatic at how beautiful I was. The dress was a pure white strapless low high with a very small train, laced midsection with gold eyelets, and lace top which positioned right covered my nipples. The shoes, triple strapped white gold laced with four inch heels and a gold double buckle ankle strap. Then they decked me out in gold accessories.

The smile on my face said it all.

“You’re beautiful,” Mia told me.

“You really are,” the young girl added.

“Thank you… but isn’t it a little racy?” I asked.

“Don’t worry; the sticky back added in the breast area will keep your breasts in position,” Maria explained.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” I sighed admiring my beauty.

“The bride should be ready,” Mia remarked laughing.

“I will check,” the young girl added as she left the room.

“Oh my gawd,” I smiled still admiring my reflection.

“Don’t cry; you will ruin your makeup,” Mia told me.

“Maria, they’re ready,” the young girl informed us.

“Are you ready?” Maria asked me.

“Yes,” I exclaimed.

It was time; a young female came into the room and the way she was dressed I assumed she was a bridesmaid.

“Follow me,” she smiled as she led me out of the room and behind the last bench.

I was shocked to see the pews were filled from front to back.

“Wait right here until you hear the music start,” the young woman told me.

“What,” I was still a little overtaken by the current event.

“Don’t worry; they’ll tell you when it’s your turn,” she laughed as she looked over her shoulder to the other three women.

“Thank you.”

The young girl met a young man at the aisle and they walked toward the steps toward the minister.

Next, Aaron appeared and he was walked down the aisle by an older woman who took a front seat on what appeared to be on the groom’s side of the aisle.

The three women nudged me and I met a fortyish year old gentleman who walked me up the aisle. Everyone turned and smiled at me as I passed by making me blush under my makeup. My fatherly escort took a seat on what appeared to be the bride’s side of the aisle.

I managed the steps and met my groom at the top where he clasped my hands and held on to them.

“Is the bride and groom ready?” the minister asked joyously.

“Yes,” Aaron answered as I murmured under my breath.

I peered into Aaron’s eyes and fell into a daze.

“Do you,” was all I remember hearing moments later as Aaron slightly squeezed my hand bringing me out of my daze.

I felt the ring slide onto my finger as I looked down; it was a large diamond ring… my heart raced as I felt my blood rush through my body.

“You may kiss the bride.”

It seemed like I waited forever for our lips to touch… and forever for them to part.

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked me.

“I’ve never felt better,” I laughed nervously; it was a lot to take in for me at the moment.

He walked me down the aisle and out the church’s front doors.

“Oh my gawd,” I shrieked as they had a huge tent erected with smaller ones placed around it.

“Our reception,” Aaron laughed.

“Oh my gawd,” was my vocabulary of the moment.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

The guests began to roll out the front door and congratulate and compliment me on my wedding and appearance adding they hope I have a healthy and long marriage.

“Honey, this way,” Aaron told me as he escorted me to the center of the tent and a huge wedding cake.

“Oh my gawd,” I covered my mouth not believing everything that’s happening to me right now.

The photographer took a million Kadıköy Masöz Escort pictures with surrounding nature; in front of the church, in front of the fountain, on the walkway leading to the bridge that arches over the large stream, on the bridge, in front of our cottage; and that’s not including the ceremony.

We were served dinner; a delicious outdoor barbecue which consisted of chicken, beef, and pulled pork; grilled corn on the cob, and homemade baked beans, potato salad and coleslaw.

Maria told us it was time to cut the cake and escorted us over to it and handed me the knife; Aaron laid his hand upon mine as we cut it together as the photographer continued to take pictures.

Temptation got the best of me as I swiped a little icing off the cake, laughing hysterically, and wiped it on Aaron’s nose.

He retaliated by smearing some across my mouth.

We laughed.

“You messed up my makeup,” I smiled… though pouting playfully.

“Sorry,” he laughed.

I smiled still excited about my wedding.

Maria rushed over, cleaned me up, and then touched me up quickly.

We danced the first dance alone then the rest of the guests joined in.

Hours later it was over; Aaron picked me up and carried to our cottage that was set back slightly into the woods. He put me down on the porch, opened the front, and proceeded to carry me across the threshold.

Aaron put me down on my feet and closed the shades. I asked him to unzip me and he did without hesitation. After that our clothes seemed to have a mind of their own as they basically melted off our bodies.

Aaron’s cock had sprung and was pointing straight up as to salute me; I was ecstatic to say the least.

We mutually fell into one another’s arms and kissed passionately as his cock was pressed between our bodies. Afterwards, he pressed down on my shoulders; but no matter how much I loved him, and I did, I wasn’t sucking cock… not his… not anyone’s.

“Take me to bed and fuck me,” I whispered.

He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, he shut the blinds, and kissed me again; it was a welcomed kiss.

I grabbed his cock and led him to the bed where I led him to the center of the bed and pulled him down on top of me.

We kissed… and kissed… and kissed. He then kissed my neck; I tilted my head in either direction giving him total access. Aaron slipped and hand over my nipple and began fondling it which brought on heavier panting from me. Eventually he worked his mouth down to the other nipple, now, he was sucking on\e nipple and fondling the other.

“Oh gawd Aaron,” I moaned as my hips began to move by themselves.

He stopped and lifted my ankles over my head rolling my ass upward for easy penetration. Aaron’s cock pressed against me and slid right in thanks to pre-lubing myself before the ceremony.

“Oh fuck,” I giggled as I pulled myself up and kissed him.

He was a fucking animal as he laid the wood to me.

“Oh gawd… Aaron… ah, fuck me,” I moaned.

He grunted as his balls slapped my ass.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” I lifted my head and watched his cock fuck my sissy ass.

He Laughed.

“What… what are… you laughing about?” I panted in rhythm with his pounding.

“I’m fucking you,” he grunted.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I yelled as I orgasmed.

He continued until he slowed and enjoyed ejaculating into my ass; but he wasn’t done quite yet as he began hammering me again.

“Oh gawd Aaron!” I screamed as he began to roll me up a bit more and began to fondle my nipples sending additional waves through my body making me come again.

Ten minutes later he filled me up again with his jizz.

He fucked me for forty minutes all together and it felt great. This was the first time he fucked me for so long; I was totally satisfied, tired, and a bit sore.

“We have to leave early so we better get some sleep,” Aaron told me.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I said cuddling up to him.

The next morning I wanted Aaron to fuck me again but he insisted we leave before it was to late because he wanted to stop along the way; I agreed. We took a shower; but not together than headed out but not before packing my dress and jewelry from the wedding.

We stopped shortly and ate a quick breakfast and then stopped for some sightseeing.

We stopped for lunch and then stooped for more sightseeing.

When we hit Los Angeles I began crying because I knew it was all coming to an end.

“Why are you crying?” he was generally concerned.

“I love you so much; yesterday… was the best day of my life.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I can’t see you anymore.”

“That’s not an option.”

“I’m sorry; but as much as I love you I’m about to be a father,” I explained as I began to remove my wedding ring.

“Keep it; it’s yours.”

“No, it’s expensive; you can return it or sell it and get your money back.”

“I gave it to you,” he put his hand on mine so to stop me from removing it.

“Thank you; you’re not mad at me are you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it; just accept my answer and forget about it.”

“I’ll never forget you, or my wedding, or this moment.”

“Bella, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you; it’s just the closer we get to San Diego the more reality sinks in.”

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Victoria, Goddess of CFNM Pt. 03

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The next morning, Victoria found her third target. Francis was a hospital patient who had been bedridden for several days due to a car accident. While he couldn’t use his legs, he unfortunately could use his mouth, and he had been catcalling at and making passes at several of the females. One intern, Wendy, had reported it to her supervisor Adam, but her supervisor had just laughed it off and told her it was natural for a guy to do that to a pretty lady like her.

It was 6 AM, and it was Wendy’s turn to go record Francis’ vitals. She entered the room silently, hoping he was sleeping, but had no such luck. The patient was awake, and grinned like a maniac at seeing her. She sighed inwardly as she reached over to check his IV line. Francis chose this moment to cop a feel of her backside, and Wendy stepped back in shock.

Francis smirked, “Too good to pass up, pretty girlie. You should be happy that some people find you sexy enough to give you attention for it.”

Victoria NUDGED Wendy, hard.

Wendy’s eyes narrowed, and she took a roll of Kadıköy Olgun Escort tape from the bedside table and stuck it over Francis’ mouth. Then she tied his hands to the sides of the bed. Then, she pulled up the hospital gown, which had been showing off the first signs of an erection.

Francis’ eyes widened as her hand went straight to his erection, and Wendy started pumping furiously. He was in heaven, feeling her smooth hands jacking him off. He closed his eyes.

Wendy promptly took out her cellphone, and quietly snapped a picture. The man, lost in his ecstasy, never noticed. She continued to stroke. Francis would moan a few more times, but not much could escape the tape around his mouth.

To hurry it up, Wendy reached over for some baby oil in the cabinet. Francis’ eyes flew open the second after she stopped her stroking, with his eyes imploring her to go on. Wendy smiled to herself. Obviously he was so lost in the pleasure that he didn’t know her plan. He actually thought this was just his dream coming true.

She Kadıköy Sarışın Escort poured the baby oil onto her palms, then got back to work. True enough, Francis let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes again. Pretty soon, she felt the telltale throb of his erection, and knew what was coming.

“Mr. Francis?” Wendy called him, and he opened his eyes to see her phone camera videoing everything.

He panicked in that second, but it was too late to kill his buzz, as Wendy’s masterful hands milked out the first string of cum from his dick. The rest of the cum splattered around onto his stomach, as Francis’ brain struggled to process the implications of her video along with the pleasure of the handjob.

Wendy gradually slowed her stroking, happy to have caught it all on camera. As the last drops were milked out, she leaned closer to her patient, still feeling the pleasure as if she had been the one who orgasmed.

“So, should I show this video to all the nurses and doctors?” she grinned victoriously, then Kadıköy Şişman Escort ripped the tape off his mouth to let him reply.

“No, no,” Francis protested, now realizing the intern’s plan.

“Well, if you don’t want me to,” Wendy continued, “you should never treat us females like you’ve been doing. If I hear about you trying to grope us again, you know what’s going to get passed around.” She smiled sweetly.

Francis, defeated, nodded politely, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” Wendy grinned. “Now, just one last picture.” She knelt down beside him and took a selfie of both of them, making sure his limp dick and cum all over his stomach were prominently visible.

“Oh, maybe I should leave you like this for the next nurse to see?” Wendy grinned evilly.

The boy looked so defeated as he begged her not to. Satisfied that he had been thoroughly cowed, Wendy relented. She untied his hands, cleaned up the cum, and glided out of the room, happy at a job well done.

Victoria shivered in delight at another alpha male who had been used to serve a female’s whims. One more target down, but there was much more work to be done. Perhaps she would have opportunity to target Adam, Wendy’s supervisor who had considered it “normal” for men to prey on pretty women. She flew off into the night, swearing to keep an eye out for that man.

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You’re invited to gambling party- couples only-anything goes

We’ve had two experiences with wild sex–our visit to the cottages, and our poker game, both of which you can find in our other stories–and we remember them fondly, so one night we decided it was time for a third. We wanted to plan a real extravaganza this time. After much discussion we came up with an idea and decided that we would invite the couples we got to know, intimately, from the cottages and the poker game but also put an ad in a swingers web site, because, for this, the more the merrier. We sent out the invitations. You’re invited to a gambling party–Couples only-Anything goes-Dress in formal wear. We chose a picture we took at the cottages, of my wife and Theresa bent over the table and me playing with Theresa’s pussy and Rick’s cock halfway in my wife’s pussy, and, since the theme was gambling and the attire was formal, also a picture of a slot machine with a man in a tux and a woman in an evening gown. Then we sent the invitations to Theresa and David, Fiona and Rick from the cottages, Gunner and Inge, Annabelle and Michael, and Henry and Bridgett, from out poker game and also posted it on the web.

We got some interesting replies to our invitation. One was just an envelope with one word Yes, another was a picture of red lips around a stiff cock, one from Henry and Bridgett, who were still new at this, was a brief note, we will be there. All in all, with the ad, we got 11 acceptances, so with us, 12 couples- 12 pussies, 12 cocks. We began preparing.

It took some work because we needed slot machines, card tables and sex rooms. The hardest part was preparing the coins for the slot machines. The slot machines would be just for the women and the card tables for anyone. The winning coins had to be printed with sex favors on them, written for the woman but directed to the men- for example- ‘invite five men into the dark room then get on all fours and let them do to you as they please’ or ‘play truth of dare with your partner and three other couples’ The women were to gamble for the coins, get as many as they could, and pick the ones they wanted to do, and well, do them.

The location was a rented house outside the beach and we moved in a couple of days early to prepare. There were six rooms to set up- a lounge, a card table room, a room covered from wall to wall in plush mattresses, a dark room, a toy room with a king size bed with four posts, and a glory hole room. I was hard practically the whole time and my wife kept rubbing herself but eventually everything was set up.

Finally the evening came. My wife was wearing a long black silky dress that came to her ankles but was slit up on the right side to her upper thigh; the dress was cut deeply, revealing her fine cleavage. She had on high heels and a simple band of pearls around her lovely neck. The first to arrive were Gunner and Inge, as we expected, since they said they would come to loosen us up. My wife was in the living room and she opened the door, greeted Gunner and gave him the customary kiss hello. This kiss lingered just a minute longer than usual while their mouths explored each other. I came in then, after putting the finishing touches on the lounge and got us all a drink. Inge looked at me and twirled, her red dress was formal and obviously a designer, but was so short that as she twirled there was an opportunity to see the outline of her ass in her purple panties. I had on black pants, a black t shirt and a tuxedo jacket.

Before we had a chance to do anything Kadıköy Anal Escort with Gunner and Inge the other couples started coming in. Pretty soon there was a room full of people dressed to the nines, talking, mingling and drinking. There were all sorts of couples, ranging in age from 30’s to 60’s with all sorts of body shapes too. Something for everybody. Literally. We smiled and said hello to everyone with a special kiss and squeeze for those we had played with. Then my wife rang the bell and took charge.

“Welcome everyone, we are going to have a great night, but first there are some rules. We will start as I direct and then anything goes, but the women will be in charge the entire evening. So of course they will do as they want, so men if you want to say no, of course no means no. But I’d be surprised if that happens.” She winked at someone. “Now I want you all to follow me.”

She led everyone into the glory hole room and separated the men and the women. There were 12 holes, “Now men, take out your cocks, hard or not, and put them in the holes. Here’s the rule. Women every hard cock with pre cum will be kissed, rubbed, sucked and made to come. The rest you can look at, touch or suck, but if they get hard with precum you have to make them cum.” My wife told me later that there were only two hard cocks at first and she broke the ice by going for them, sucking one and stroking the other. She made both of them cum. She said her pussy was dripping wet. Pretty soon the other women joined in, sucking, blowing, licking, it was too much, and by the end, every man had come. I came hard after at least three different women played with me. The woman that brought me over had a sucking technique with a slurp that was exquisite. Making every man come was precisely the idea, to make sure the hard cocks would last once the real fun began. My wife then directed the men to the lounge and the women to the slot machines. The lounge had TV with porno, magazines, books of penthouse letters, drinks, herbal aphrodisiacs, Viagra- in short whatever was needed to for the guys to recover. Meanwhile the woman played the slots and collected coins.

It would be impossible to tell the experiences of everyone there so I will tell you only what happened to me and what my wife told my later happened to her. We know what happened to Gunner and Inge and Theresa and Rick from other adventures but that is for another story.

I sat in the lounge reading a group of stories from a penthouse book. Some of them involved bisexuality, cheating, pain or other things that didn’t turn me on but after about 15 minutes I found a story that really turned me on. It was about a group of guys playing poker while their wives were in the kitchen complaining about their lack of sex. They decided to play hostess for the game, coming back with treats, beer and drinks and wearing less and less each time, until the guys started to notice. Then Richard lost all his money so Ingrid said “Bet me honey” and he did. He lost and after Ingrid stroked his lap and asked him what he wanted her to do he said give Bob a slow blow job while everyone looks on. Soon the game was all about betting wives blowjobs, pussies, asses, and the story got hotter and hotter. Once my hard on was back I couldn’t wait to go back out. Each man in the lounge had his own way of getting back into the mood, I’m sure.

My wife won 33 coins and was hot just reading the instructions. Some women were exchanging coins but she went through hers, picked her top six and put Kadıköy Yaşlı Escort them in order, hottest last. She gave the rest away to a black haired woman, wearing a white designer dress, who was having bad luck at the slots. After what seemed a long time, but really wasn’t, she called the men out. We began mingling and drinking and I was about to go talk to Bridgett when a woman I didn’t know came up to me with a coin. She was about 5’6″ and wore a purple evening gown that came up around her neck. She appeared to have large tits and a smooth round ass but it was a little hard to tell as her gown covered her from head to toe. She handed me a coin that said “Go to the card room and play truth or dare with the man of your choice”. Off we went.

My wife’s first of six coins said ” Pick two men, lead them to the couch, kneel in front of them, remove their cocks, if they are still dressed, and going back and forth give them both blow jobs, don’t let them come.” My wife loves sucking cock and is very good at it and had to work at not letting them come. She said that she chose Rick and Gunner because she had felt, touched and tasted both of their cocks and liked them, that’s how she wanted to start. The way she put it; Rick’s cock is thick with a large ridge and Gunner’s is long, she wanted variety. She also wanted to kneel on the floor and put on a show, so she hiked up her skirt. She had on see-through pantyhose that were soaked around her pussy so were even more see through. I know I looked from the game room; I’m sure every man did.

Sheila was the name of the woman who wanted to play truth or dare. She smiled at me and said “Dare”. I nodded. “I dare you to take off your pants and any underwear but keep on your t shirt and tux.” I stood up, turned around and unbuttoned my pants. I swayed to the music until I was naked below the waist. Her eyes stayed glued to my cock. My turn. Truth. Are you completely naked under your gown? To my surprise she stood up and bumping and grinding took it off. Completely naked. I was right. I was right about her tits and ass too. She had a dark bush but shaved pussy lips which were so wide open you could see inside. I wanted to touch but it was her turn.

My wife stopped sucking and blowing way before the guys wanted her to but she didn’t let them come. Her next coin said pick three guys, take them to the toy room, have them tie your ankles and wrists to the posts and then let them take turns playing with the toys, and you. Each guy should lead you close to coming but you must say ‘now’ before you come and they must stop. She came up to me and showed me the coin and asked me to be one of the guys so I said goodbye to Sheila, who began looking at her coins, and at naked or half naked guys, and I walked away with my wife. She also chose a guy we didn’t know, he was younger, about 40, completely naked. I’m sure she chose him from looking at his cock by the tilt of her eyes. I’m sure she also wondered what woman had got him complexly naked. She then went to Gunner because he was standing alone while Inge was getting gang fucked in the ass on the living room floor. My lovely wife still in her black dress led the three of us in. We unbuttoned her dress so it fell over her sides leaving her tits and pussy on display and tied her up. She picked me to go first, Gunner next and the new guy, Neil, last.

I picked up a dildo and first rubbed it along her tits, then up to her mouth and watched her lick the tip and look me in the eye. Then I slid it down to the outside of Kadıköy Zenci Escort her pussy lips and began rubbing it back and forth ever harder and faster until she moaned ‘now’, and I had to stop. Gunner then picked a realistic large cock and teased her pussy lips and then held it at the opening. He didn’t move it, so she lifted her hips to engulf it, it was one of the hottest things I ever saw. He just held it there and she had to buck her hips to fuck it, she went slow at first, then fast, then squirmed on it, then fucked it so fast I thought for sure she would come, but she let out a muffled moan and a ‘now. I looked up to see that Neil had sat on the bed and had put his cock to her lips. But now it was his turn. He got a tongue vibrator and held it against her pussy lips getting a pussy licking like she’s never had. It didn’t take her long to say ‘now’ but I suspect that she had come, just a little, while hip fucking the large ‘cock’.

I untied her and we kissed and then went out to the living room. A couple came up to us and handed the coin ‘pick three couples and go into the dark room,’ we looked at each other and smiled and went ahead.

It was incredibly hot walking about in there. I felt hips, tits asses, pussies and had fingers grip my cock. Often when I bumped into a woman I would finger and stroke her trying to decide, just from the pussy if it was my wife. One woman started squeezing my cock, letting go and squeezing again over and over, either my wife had learned a new hand job technique or this was someone else. She had a way of squeezing that was wave like and delicious and soon I reached the point of no return. I came loud and long. I’m sure my wife heard my moans.

So with a soft cock I wandered back to the lounge to wait for another hard on. I took one of the Viagra’s because I wasn’t sure I could come three times but I wanted to try. I settled in for a while. My wife went through a couple more of her coins, I’m not sure what she did, but it was the thought of the possibilities of what she was doing that got me hard again, so out I went. She’s promised to tell me what she did the next time we plan some wild sex.

When my wife saw me walk out with a hard on she clapped and said, “We are all here, so now for the finale”. I couldn’t believe it was time for the end, had I been out that long? But I was ready. “Women you are to get in a line and lean over the table. Men you form a line over there. Now going down the line fuck every woman in the pussy or ass, her choice, skipping your wife until you’ve fucked every other woman then go to your wife and fuck until you come”. It was a great idea and the different pussies were amazing as I’m sure the cocks were for the women. Some pussies were loose, some tight, some undulated, some were messy with lubricant, some with sperm, some sloppy with pussy juice, everything you could think of. I ended up in back of my wife, fucking hard. I’d come twice that night and I really pounded away. I thought maybe I wouldn’t be able to come. It seemed to go on forever. I lost track of time but it was feeling so good. After what seemed like hours I felt my balls tighten and my thrusts became deeper and harder and deeper and harder. I was on the verge of cumming for what seemed like hours. I finally exploded in a mind bending orgasm. Later my wife said she had four orgasms that night. One in the toy room just like I suspected, one in the dark room when she was being anomalously fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time and twice while I pounded away at her.

I wandered incoherently and then fell asleep in mattress room and when I woke up she was with me. Everyone else was gone. We looked at each other, said I love you, and smiled. I ran my hand down her back, she was naked, and up the sweet curve of her ass. I felt a familiar tingling in my cock.

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A chill ran through my body, which only now was beginning to cool down, as the beads of sweat, not all of which were my own, started to dry in the thick, steamy air that surrounded me. My legs shaking, I took a seat on the couch, the very piece of furniture upon which I had just committed the most depraved deed of my life with my two best friends. Except for a couple pieces of jewelry, I was dressed in only a pair of sexy high heels while the cum of two different men was still streaming down my face and neck, though the fluid was mostly dried by now. Across from me, Jason was getting his clothes back on after fulfilling his wildest fantasy of double-teaming me with Leo, who was already taking a shower down the hall. I figured I would wait until Jason left before I got dressed, although my naked body was starting to get cold.

When Jason finally walked out the door, I told him one more time that he and Leo had given me the time of my life and that we would have to do it again. I meant all of it too, but what I didn’t tell him about was the mix of emotions that were running through my brain following my first experience with double penetration and, well, any sexual experience involving more than me and one other person. As I started to prepare for a shower to get all this sweat and cum off my body, paradoxical feelings were at war within me.

On the one hand, I felt exhilarated because I had just been simultaneously fucked by my two best friends in a wild, passionate and intense threesome. The ensuing orgasm was as good as any as I ever had rip through my body. On the other hand, though, I couldn’t shake the feelings of shame and even guilt. Perhaps we had all gotten a little carried away, and I couldn’t help but think that respectable women didn’t have threesomes, let alone do something as wicked as double penetration. I had always prided myself in being very selective with my sexual partners, but for the first time in my life I felt like a whore.

It took me a long time to sort out those feelings. Poor Jason, who lived out of town, went home and couldn’t help but constantly talk about what had transpired. After more than a decade of being sexually frustrated by me, he had gotten not only the opportunity to finally fuck me, but live out his wildest fantasy to sandwich me. However, as eager as he was to talk about it over the course of the following months, I felt, unfortunately, awkward talking to him at all, as if we had broken up or something.

Leo, on the other hand, didn’t bring up the threesome very often, though he said he had had a hell of a good time. Since he lived in town with me, too, he still got to fuck me pretty much whenever he wanted. I truly did want to bring Jason back into Leo and my sex again, but I guess I just had to work through my feelings first. Fortunately for all of us, my qualms had settled within a few months.

Even Jason admitted there was some initial awkwardness that comes with banging his best friend in a devil’s threesome after almost a decade of mostly platonic friendship. After all, he and Leo had never really gotten along before the threesome, and I can’t imagine their relationship got any less awkward after double-penetrating me. Getting carried away with teaming up with him on their shared lady of obsession certainly complicated that issue, especially when they were forced to communicate over the next few months.

By March of 2014, though, the negative emotions wore off, but the memory of the wonderful experience remained. Nothing could match the passion and intensity of that experience, and Jason’s inability to not pursue a follow-up session kept it fresh in my mind. By April, we were starting to come up with a time and place where the boys could fix my slender, 5’5″ frame between their toned bodies. I got so hot thinking about it that I could hardly believe I had been that awkward about it for the past three months!

One thing Jason had taught me over the years was the power of honesty, and, after confiding in him the complex emotions that I feared would taper his enthusiasm which I very much adored, my confidence was renewed. Jason insisted that he didn’t want to pressure me into anything I didn’t want to do, but I truly did want to have another threesome with him and Leo. That first time was sincerely amazing and the perfect culmination of my relationships with the two boys, and the energy and intensity – not to mention the pleasure – of the sex was unparalleled by anything I enjoyed following it. Having been purged of my qualms, we actively pursued a follow up meeting for more raunchy, ungodly sex. It had to be with them, too, because back then I would never have even dreamed of doing such outrageous acts with anyone beside Leo and Jason, my two best friends.

Unfortunately, it ended up being more than a year between arranging our first threesome and carrying out the second one. It didn’t help that Jason and I lived more than 500 miles apart, and that obstacle was just the beginning. Kadıköy escort bayan Being firmly rooted in our separate lives, we didn’t have many opportunities to see each other, and when I did visit, I always stayed with my parents, a set-up that didn’t really allow for the fulfillment of our mutual lust. Jason’s living situation wasn’t much better, living in a bachelor pad with two other men who we didn’t want knowing anything of our arrangement. Then there was often the issue of Leo’s not being able to get off work most of the time. At least most of the work I did for my job was online, which made going out of town a non-issue for me. Otherwise, we might have waited even longer.

After plans for a second threesome fell through more than a couple times for different reasons, at long last, Leo and I were back where I grew up, on our way to a motel where Jason had checked in just moments before our arrival. After many months of delay, we realized we needed to just make it happen, and even though the long delay between sessions had done nothing to help my nerves, I was excited. Admittedly, that old guilt and shame attempted to grip my heart, but I had become well-trained in releasing my inhibitions to allow all of us to have some good, raunchy fun.

It was freezing cold that day, being the middle of February. I was wearing a long, very heavy coat but not much else under it, considering the ensuing activity. Even though the walk from the car to the room was just a couple minutes, it was enough for me to feel like my toes were going to fall off. My fun silver stripper shoes were sexy for the occasion, but they weren’t much for practicality considering the weather. The heels were a must, though, as the boys loved me in the right pair of shoes. I certainly didn’t mind it because I love shoes!

When Leo and I did make it into the room, I wasn’t quite ready to take my jacket off yet. Yes, of course I was a little nervous to initiate just my second threesome and first in more than a year, but my body needed a minute to warm up anyway. Jason had greeted us right at the door and, along with Leo, patiently waited for me to undress.

Leo got comfortable right away, throwing aside his jacket and unloading his wallet, phone and keys before engaging Jason in forced and awkward conversation. The boys had never had much in common aside from their interest in me, but that one similarity was plenty enough for them to be together in that room. While the boys chatted, I checked myself out in the mirror to make sure my hair and makeup were still in place. Color was returning to my face as my body warmed up, and I decided it was time to get started once I felt pretty enough.

I gave the boys a seductive smile that they seemed not to notice right away as I pulled off the coat without announcement. The movement of my clothing was enough to get them to instantly stop talking and stand at attention to me while my heart began to flutter in my chest. I let the jacket simply fall to my feet, and the boys just smiled back upon seeing what I was wearing underneath.

I wasn’t as proud of this outfit as I was of the Santa getup I’d donned for our first dip into group sex, but I think the boys liked it regardless. For my shirt, I had on a white halter top that didn’t quite meet the gray pleated miniskirt beneath it, leaving most of my stomach exposed and anything more than a third of the way down my thighs, beside the high heels. Like I said, not really an outfit for winter weather. In fact, it was not really an outfit at all, as it barely covered anything. The shoes, by the way, were six-inch high heels that covered just a bit of my recently pedicured feet, complete with pink nail polish that matched my fingernails. For jewelry, I wore the wrist and ankle bracelets from last time and also a pretty silver necklace that Leo had bought me for Christmas just a couple months prior. Of course, I made sure the barn was painted with makeup, and I had carefully framed my brown hair around my face, curling it just slightly around my cheeks so that it curved out at the bottom.

With both sets of eyes on me, I made my way over to the bed in the middle of the room. I tried to walk slowly and sexily, but my legs were shaking too much in my shoes to totally hide my nerves. As both unexplained anxiety and excitement fought in my chest, I took a seat on the mattress and smiled uncontrollably when I saw my two lovers so cutely stunned still and silent as their respective gazes remained fixed on me. I was about to tell them to snap out of it, but then Leo hurried over toward the window, making sure the curtains were pulled closed, and then turned the fan to high. It was a good idea, I thought, as it would dull some of the wild noise that all three of us would undoubtedly be making in just a couple moments.

Being only our second time with all of us together and first in a long time, we were awkwardly silent for the first little bit. It wasn’t like now when we just Escort Kadıköy confidently hop right into the fun. Internally, I was waiting for the right moment to use a line I had rehearsed before deciding to just go ahead and break the silence with it.

“Do you know what my favorite cookie is?” I said, my voice wavering like my arms did as I reached for the hem of the halter top. I didn’t even give them a chance to answer, not that they would have in the midst of their stunned silence. “Oreo,” I answered for them. I felt so silly saying that line that I had to hold in a giggle. I do realize now that the quip would have been more accurate had I been in the presence of two black men, but it would be a couple more years before I would even consider such a thing – which itself is a story for another time!

Anyway, there I was, smiling like a fool and trying not to laugh with how ridiculous I thought my situation was as I pulled my shirt off. Even if my quoting porn wasn’t enough to turn the guys on, I hoped my undressing would do the trick. With my heels planted on the floor, I pulled the halter top over my head and quickly tossed it on the floor on the other side of the bed in that cheap motel. In that moment, I could have used a drink like last time, but the memory of that joyous first threesome would turn out to be plenty of motivation to carry out the act again. Just remembering the passion and intensity of being sandwiched between these two guys last year was enough to get my heart fluttering with delightful anticipation.

Ah yes, the anticipation. Afterward, the three of us talked about how The excitement leading up to the second threesome may have actually exceeded that of the first time. You see, this time there wasn’t as much awkwardness or apprehension, since we had already done it once before and succeeded marvelously. It’s always nearly impossible to top the thrill of doing anything this fun for the first time, but the year-long build-up of this subsequent session may have been enough. I knew the boys were dying to double-team me just as much as I yearned to have them both back inside me. I couldn’t wait to experience again the feeling of those two cocks stuffing my ass and pussy simultaneously. Even though leading up to this evening, no one of us had specifically mentioned double penetration, we all knew a Jessie sandwich was on the menu.

The boys leered at me, still neither one saying a word. It was on me again to keep the show going, so I reached around my back. Had it not been for the bulges in the men’s pants, I would have thought I was having no affect on them!

I unhooked the bra and tossed it away, leaving my B-cup breasts exposed. For Jason, it was only the second time he had gotten to see me topless, so I flashed him a grin as I looked at his eyes, which, of course, were occupied with my chest. I have never been very confident in my boobs, but I’m glad Jason and Leo like them.

I pushed my hair out of my face and over my shoulder, slowly getting more comfortable in this exciting but nerve-wracking situation. At this point, I clutched the edge of the mattress and just smiled at the guys, refusing to make another move. It was their turn.

Leo made the next move, saying under his breath that someone needed to do something here. Leo’s actions seemed to break Jason out of the spell as well, and within a couple minutes, both men had stripped naked right in front of me. I was thrilled with how comfortable they were to disrobe right next to each other, both of them being strongly heterosexual men, not to mention not all the comfortable with each other at the time. I was so proud of them that I hardly noticed their big, erect penises that were eager to get inside me.

Leo, being more comfortable in a sexual context, stepped up first, and I dutifully stroked his cock while smiling up at him. As my one hand caressed up and down that thick, rigid shaft, I used my free hand to beckon Jason over to join the party. He seemed a little hesitant at first, probably because he was still a little uneasy around Leo in this environment, but after just a couple seconds, Jason took his place in front of me beside Leo.

As soon as Jason was within my range, I grabbed his cock with my free hand so that I was jerking both boys off at the same time as they stood angled in front of me. The feeling of one of my hands on each respective cock seemed to ease both of the men, and soon all three of us had calmed down enough from all the excitement to move forward. My eyes darted back and forth between my two best friends, raising my eyebrows to each of them as I cued them for the next step.

In my left hand, I held firmly to Jason’s dick as I positioned Leo’s cock in my other hand in line with my mouth so that I could take it in. As both men looked on and sighed with pleasure, I sucked on Leo’s cock first before quickly switching over to Jason’s. I then proceeded to go back and forth between the guys, sucking off both Kadıköy Rus Escort of them for a few seconds at a time as memories of our first endeavor flooded my mind. By this point, all anxiety had set sail from that dingy motel room.

I reveled in having two hard cocks at my disposal, and what I really wanted was to put them both in my mouth at the same time. It would be another session or two, though, before the guys would be comfortable having their dicks touch. Instead, I just continued to alternate between the two cocks, giving both boys adequate turns inside my mouth.

For the next several minutes I blew both guys off, my heart pounding with excitement. I felt just an iota of shame begin to well up inside me as I returned for a second drink at the well of depravity, but I quickly suppressed that negativity and instead allowed the exhilaration of pleasing two sexy guys at once overtake my senses. Soon, I was slurping dutifully on whichever cock was in my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth while I stroked the other dick with my other hand. I was beyond pleased to hear my friends moan with pleasure as I sucked them, taking a deep breath each time I switched to the other guy.

The next words spoken were from Leo, who said, “Do you like sucking two cocks?”

I smiled, having my response ready to go right away: “I can think of something better for them,” I said, briefly holding both cocks up to my mouth but careful to keep them from touching as I licked the tips of them both. “How about one in my pussy” – I took another lick – “and one in my ass?” It was something I had seen in a porn video once.

Jason and Leo stepped back as I lay back, releasing both cocks and grinning from ear to ear. I playfully kicked my legs up in the air, holding onto the blanket on the bed and recalling the last time all three of us were together and naked, though I still had my skirt and thong on in this moment.

“I really liked when you licked my toes last time,” I said to Jason, stretching out my right foot to him. I didn’t need to say anything more, as Jason grasped the heel of the shoe on that foot and held my ankle as well, pulling it up to his mouth. I giggled as his tongue slipped gently against each of the tips of my toes that protruded from the shoes and then I looked over at Leo.

“This one is still free,” I said to Leo, inviting him to treat my left foot. Leo wasn’t quite the foot/shoe guy that Jason was, but as we drew toward the main event, I could have gotten either one of them to do my laundry for me right there if I’d asked if it meant getting to DP me. Leo obediently held onto my shoe like Jason was, and now both boys were licking the tips of my toes or the top of my foot, as much of it as was exposed by my erotic footwear. I don’t know how hot it was from a male perspective for two guys to be licking my feet, but from my female perspective, it was incredibly sexy!

Leo worked his way more up my ankle and shin while Jason remained focused mostly on my toes and a little bit on the flesh on the top of my foot. As Jason stayed put, his hand ran up and down my leg, making me shiver a bit as I continued to giggle and moan. The closer his hand came to my inner thigh and pussy, the more I twitched and the more turned on I became. The sensations and stimulation from these two men as they worshiped my feet and legs really had me starting to squirm on that cheap motel bed.

Needless to say, both boys had cocks that looked hard as steel. Eventually, Leo was kissing my thighs and rubbing my pussy, his hand underneath my thong, while Jason kissed down to my knee and ran his fingers over my toes, which were damp with his saliva. Leo’s free hand ran up to squeeze my left breast, and that move was enough for me to demand that we move to the next phase. The boys needed no encouragement, and, in a blur of movement, they released me, and Jason was the one now with his back on the bed as I was now standing by the edge of it. As I watched my good friend stroke his cock in preparation for its second run with me in our lifetimes, I pulled my miniskirt down, followed by my thong while Leo took a step back to give Jason and me just a little space.

Once I tossed those remaining garments aside, both of my friends complimented me profusely on my appearance, causing me to blush and meekly thank them as I stood there wearing nothing but high heels and some jewelry to go with my prettied hair and makeup. Then I focused my attention for the moment on Jason, who lay on the bed, prepared to enter me. It would be only the second time I would have this one of my very best friends inside me, so even the group sex aside, I was really excited as I climbed onto the bed with him, his cock rigid and ready for me.

Our eyes met and lingered, both of us grinning as I positioned myself over Jason. I decided in that moment to give Jason my ass first, so I crawled over him on my hands and knees and then turned myself over so that I was facing the ceiling, my back toward Jason and my arms propping myself behind my back on either side of Jason’s shoulders. From there, Jason took charge, lining his cock up with my ass and using his free hand to guide me downward until his cock slid between my ass cheeks and poked my tight, dark hole.

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My Stroll outside the Car

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It was a beautiful evening in the spring of 1982. My wife and I were taking a drive up the coast of California for an evening stroll. She was driving. We had been married for about 5 years. She was 27, and I was 30. My wife is feminine, but she grew up as a tom boy. I had no idea that she would take so well to my submissive desires to be her sissy husband. That was two years ago. Be wary what you ask for…

I was in the passenger seat dressed like a girl. Complete with black shoulder length wig, make-up, clothing and high heels. I was a nervous wreck!

My makeup was on rather heavy. Light, almost white base. Long false eye lashes, dark blue eye shadow, black eye liner, dark red lipstick and heavy rouge. My eyebrows were trimmed slightly, to look more girlish, and penciled in. My dress was more like a 1950’s dress. It sported a slightly above the knees hem with a large flouncy petticoat underneath. The top of the dress had a lace covered “keyhole” front with ¾ sleeves. It was really tight, white with red dots all over and zipped up the back. My body was shaved clean of body hair except on my head and eye brows. A large black belt with an equally large buckle surrounded my girdle slimed waist. It was bucked tight.

My nylons were held up by the long line body girdle that was provided by my wife along with the other clothing, just for this evening stroll. She had gone to a few antique clothing stores. And even had found me a pair of black 5″ heels to wear. (one size too small to make walking a little more difficult, and harder to remove)

She had found a pair of large hoop heavy earrings that screwed on. She put Kadıköy Türbanlı Escort them on me herself. Tightly! The tiny bells attached to the earrings constantly rang. I was reminded about their presence every time I moved my head.

My bust line was impressive! Water balloons were placed very delicately into the cups provided. They quivered and shook realistically whenever I moved. Their weight was impressive too!

My toenails and fingernails were to die for! They were dark red to match my lipstick. Five coats applied by myself under my wife’s watchful eye. Of course, I had to apply nail extensions which elongated my fingernails a least ½ inch more. The heels that I wore had a cute little opening to show off my pretty red toe nails.

My wife stopped our car. She left the engine on. We were parked right under a residential street lamp. It was about 11 p.m. All was quiet. The street ran for about two blocks, and then it veered off onto another street. It was early spring, and the weather was mild. She turned to me, looking relaxed in her t shirt, jeans and her sandals. She said “Well Prissy, it is time for your little stroll. You do want to please me by doing your sissy walk don’t you?” I looked at her and saw her smirk at my appearance. My poor dicklet was getting so sore from being locked into my chastity device. If I wanted any relief from my sexual desires, I will have to do as she wishes. It has already been two weeks since my last relief from rubbing by dicklet against her foot. Of course I was required to lick up my mess.

“Please Mistress, do I have to? Someone might see me!” Her Kadıköy Otele Gelen Escort laugh was light. But her evil grin was evident by her unlocking my door and seat belt. Then she made her hand rub my groin area while ordering me to exit the car “now!” “Or your time in your device will grow”! Crying would have smeared my makeup. I had no choice. I opened the car door and tried to exit as sissy like as possible. The sissy movements were an idea from my wife. If anyone did see me, it was quite obvious what I was. Either a drag queen or a total sissy! She knows that I crave humiliations from her and her girlfriends while being “forced” to dress up like her idea of a sissy. Our sexual life style is directly under her control. She knows I cannot stop her from having her fun with me. I am her slave for life. I did this to myself. And she knows it.

After I shut the door, she blasted the car horn and roared off up the street. I was shocked and scared silly! Of course when I quickly moved my head around to see if there were anyone peering out their bedroom windows, my too tight earring bells were chiming loudly. I would have undone the screws on the earrings, but my long fingernails kept me from grasping the small screws. At about 30 seconds of just standing still, I girlishly strode up the street. My 5″ heels were slightly painful to walk in and the sounds that they made on the sidewalk seemed deafening! Of course my darling evil wife made sure that I had I.D. and my makeup and one dollar in my small clutch purse.

My wife had picked an area that has a low crime rate and where nobody knows either Kadıköy Ucuz Escort one of us. Still, being seen would be devastating and totally humiliating!! A car was coming up the street. I had to hide! I quickly crouched down behind a parked car. I held my breath and breathed a sigh of relief as the car rode by. I rose up standing again and worked to get my movements under control and back to being sissy like. My inventive wife was no doubt taking photos of my adventure to share with her girlfriends later while I served drinks at one of her many parties. After regaining my posture, I started once again my exaggerated sissy walk. After about 10 minutes, I reached the back end of our car. I was feeling so relieved to see the car! My torment would be over. But wait! She drove off again blasting her car horn. Oh no!! I tried to make as little noise as possible while once again walking to reach her car. It was her car too. I owned nothing! She demanded that I change my last name to hers, and then she had her lawyer put all of my assets in her name only. I was totally dependent on her for everything. A true “Femdom” led marriage.

Upon diligently walking with one heel shod foot in front of the other, and posing my arms with both wrists at boob height in a limp position, I once again reached her car. My back ached, my feet ached, the wig was getting hot and itchy. I posed as required at the passenger door while she took pictures laughing all the time. I was instructed to go around the car and pose once more in the headlights. After going further around the car, I was let into the passenger side. My wife was very pleased and said “Prissy, you’re too much”. A real man wouldn’t let his wife embarrass and humiliate him like I am. You are doing this to yourself, you hapless sissy! My dicklet was so very sore from our adventures tonight. I was wondering if I would be allowed to cum because I was so good being her sissy this evening.

The End

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Co-ed Correction Ch. 02: Boundaries and Edging

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I sat in the plush, leather chair inside the English Office suite in the Mistgee Building, waiting for my 3:30 appointment with Prof. Wagner. The office lobby was warm and inviting, with dark cherry furniture, and a beautiful view of the Lake close to our scenic school. Across the room sat an unguarded Keurig supplied with free, high quality coffee from a local roaster and café, and all the creamers and sugar a poor student could desire to throw in their bag.

I would have been very cozy waiting there, were it not for the butterflies in my stomach and the pounding in my head. My last interaction with Prof. Wagner left me hungry, confused, nervous, aroused, and more curious than I, the book nerd since kindergarten, had ever been.

A few quiet moments passed as I fidgeted on the seat and flipped through pamphlets on the side table. Pictures of happy students and our wine red, castle shaped insignia surrounded the text that listed the joys of becoming a literature major, reasons why one should attend Swinburne University, and campus activities to do in one’s spare time. I smirked, thinking they forgot to mention one very compelling reason- Prof. Wagner’s attentions.

The door opened and he stepped out, saying goodbye to a quiet, dark-haired boy who was clutching a book. “Good luck on the capstone, Thomas! I’ll see you soon.” The boy nodded and swiftly left. I swallowed, and the Professor waved me in.

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Rosen.”

“Hello Sir.”

“Please, have a seat.” He motioned towards two red, stiff backed chairs with cushions in the back and seat. I pulled my dress further down my thigh and settled in. I reminded myself to cross my ankles, sit up straight, and breath as I stared at the papers littered across his desk. I heard the door close and knew he was moving around the room. When I looked up he offered me a mug and a plate full of cookies.

“Earl Grey and Snickerdoodles, take them. I always keep snacks in my office for long days.”

Though it was more of a command than an offer, I was glad for the tea, which I wanted but would have been too shy to accept if given the choice.

“Thank you.” He offered me cream and sugar, so I took a spade shaped cube. Then he sat at his chair.

“So, first, I must apologize for my behavior at our last class meeting. I was much too forward, and honestly what I did with you in that classroom was inappropriate, unprofessional and put you in an unfair position. I want you to know that I am deeply sorry. And if you don’t want that kind of relationship with me, I will never approach you like that again. If you want to report me, I will not fight you. If you’re angry at me, or intimidated, or uncomfortable, please tell me what I can do to fix our problem.” His hazel eyes looked directly and softly into mine.

“I…” I wondered if I should accept his apology and walk out, if what happened was a one-off thing and this was his kind dismissal. But I looked down at his soft, strong hands on the desk with their dappled freckles, and at his crisp shirt and handsome jaw, and somehow found myself saying “I don’t want an apology. I want more.”

His velvety lips broke into a wide smile. He lifted his mug to his face to conceal some of his pleasure.

“Then I’m glad istanbul escort to continue our arrangement, Pet. I was afraid that I had come on much too strong, and knew if you turned me down we would have to transfer you to another course. Continuing to teach you would have been too great a temptation. I feel the way your eyes fix on me when you think I’m not looking at you. And I find you irresistible.”

My thighs felt that familiar tingling sensation and my stomach lifted like I was plunging down the Red Dragon roller coaster at the local amusement park. I gulped and tried to find words, but just blushed, smiled and lifted my tea to my dry throat, feeling stupid and stiff.

“That being said, we should discuss our boundaries and desires before we go much further.”

“Yes, I’d like that.” I nodded politely, though my libido was screaming “I don’t care what you do, just take me!”

“I want you to know that if you are uncomfortable with this at any time, you can tell me, you can stop what we are doing in the moment, or you can end this relationship. You are not powerless. Your feelings and thoughts matter, and you should always share them with me, especially if something doesn’t feel right. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” His genuine concern was comforting, and I relaxed a little in my seat.

“Very good.” Folding his hands, he asked “is there anything you absolutely don’t want to do?”

“Well, what do you mean?” I knew what he was asking, but needed to make sure before risking embarrassing myself with an obscene answer.

“Are you absolutely disinterested in anal toys, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, vibrators, spanking, different spanking tools, clamps, ropes, ties, blindfolds, or any other sexual acts or items, especially those considered kinky?”

His clinical questioning was, oddly, a turn on. He’s a different kind of doctor, but I’m sure he has good bedside manner. I focused on the conversation again. I had never engaged in real kinky sex before, except for the occasional light tap on the bum or use of fuzzy valentine’s handcuffs, and I found myself a little unsure, but eager to try. None of my few previous lovers had ever asked what I did or didn’t want to do, or what I liked in bed. I thought about it for a moment.

“Well, I don’t want to do anything that leaves me bleeding or more than lightly bruised. I don’t want fire or hot wax on me. I’m okay with trying different things slowly, like anal, but I don’t want to mess around with… well, poop. Basically, I don’t want to do anything that could lead to a visit to the emergency room or the psychiatrist.”

“Those are good boundaries.” He smiled at my little ER joke. “So, what turns you on?”

You, I thought, wanting to run my fingers through his curly, dark hair as he nipped and licked my breasts.

“Honestly, your control over me was so hot. I loved being spanked, being restrained by your tie, being taken by you. Being instructed what to do and when and how to do it. You having control and power, and me knowing that you are my teacher and I’m your student and your pet, was a real rush.”

“Good, Pet. We will play with control a great deal then. There are some things I will let you control. Sometimes, I will have all the escort bayan control. But remember, if you need it to stop, just tell me “Stop” or “Red Light.” I will drop whatever we are doing and talk with you right away.”

“Yes, Sir.” I liked the idea, ‘red light.’ Our own private slow down.

“As for me, I draw the line at humiliation and degradation, beatings and financial or nutritional control. I won’t do any of those things. I don’t like brattiness, childishness or demands. I will not be blackmailed or toyed with. What I do like is obedience, curiosity, passion, and honesty. I like knowing that if I’m hurting you or bothering you, you will say something. I like knowing that you are having a good time and that I am in control of your pleasure and your pain. I like knowing that you are giving it all up to me. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I practically growled. I wanted him so bad.

“Good, then let’s prepare for your next tutoring session.” His eyebrows arched suggestively, and I felt between my legs grow warmer.

“I have some assignments for you. You will read this book, and purchase the objects on this checklist. I’ve included the money in the envelope. I’ve marked the ones that you must purchase, and the rest of the list is your choice whether or not you want to use the items. You will bring your annotated book, a journal and these objects in a discreet bag to my house one week from today, at 6:30 p.m. In the same envelope, there is money for a pink bra, pink underwear, a matching garter and tights. You will wear these under your clothes that night. You will choose a blouse with buttons, a skirt, and tasteful heels. Understood?”

I looked down at the paper, where, luckily, all the instructions had been typed as well.

“Yes, Sir. Is there anything I need to know to complete this assignment satisfactorily?”

“I’ll be preparing dinner, so come with an appetite. Also, I require you to masturbate every night until then. For 20 minutes before bed. But you may not come.”

I gulped. Touch myself without coming? Every night? For a week?

“You will report to me that this was done satisfactorily, every evening. If you come, or you neglect to rub your pussy, you will be punished. Remember that honesty is the best policy.”

“Yes, sir. But, what is your address? And how should I report to you?”

He wrote down his street address and his cell phone number, instructing me to text him how long I had touched myself, what it felt like, what I was thinking about, and if I came. I nodded, thanked him and stood up, thinking our meeting was winding down. “I’m really looking forward to next week. I hope to please you, Sir.”

“I’m glad to hear it. However, Ms. Rosen, did anyone give you permission?”

I looked around and realized what he meant. I shouldn’t have stood up yet. “Oh, No, Sir.”

“Well then, sit back down. And the next time you rise without my permission, you will be punished, understood?”

I licked my lips. “Yes, Sir.”

He stood up and locked the door. Then he cleared most of the papers off his desk.

“Now, sit up on my desk. Facing me.” I did as I was told, popping my bottom up onto the desk.My legs dangled close to his. He put his hands Kadıköy escort on my knees and gently pushed them apart, revealing my wet, purple panties under my green dress and cardigan. He rubbed up and down my thigh, barely skimming my pussy with his hands, then back down towards my knee. My palms were flat against the desk and I coo’d with pleasure and arousal.

“Shh, Pet, we can’t be too loud in here.”

“Yes, Sir” I replied just above a whisper, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as his hands traveled up toward my breasts and kneaded them. He rose and kissed my lips, and down my neck. Then, he nipped my collar.

“Pet, show me how you’re going to touch yourself for me.” He whispered in my ear. I hesitated, embarrassed to do something so intimate in broad daylight, in front of him, in his office. He lifted my right hand from the desk and placed it against my wet panties. “Go on Pet, this is a command.” He sat in his big office chiar with his legs spread and his arms resting on the sides. “Pull your panties to the side and show me.”

I snaked one finger, then two under the silky, damp fabric and began to rub slowly up and down my slit. I could feel my pussy juice flowing over my fingertips. With my other hand, I pulled the crotch aside to given him a view of my ballet slipper pink, hot, wet cunt.

“mhhm” he moaned, watching me. I circled my two fingers just outside my hole, brushing my clit gently with my thumb and feeling electric. His hungry eyes and the erection straining against his slacks was all I needed to keep going. I tried my hardest to keep quiet, but a sigh or a moan would slip out when I looked at him.His rolled up sleeves, his muscular, dark forearms, his belt. I slid my fingers in and out, knowing my wetness was dripping onto his wooden desk. Then I began to rub my clit with more urgency, and I bit my lip. I could feel a climax building. My pussy was not quite full enough, not satisfied without his big, hard, throbbing cock in me. I rubbed harder and faster. Then I made my noises,

“mmmhhh…uhhhhh…”

The ones that meant I was right on the edge.

“Stop, Pet. No cumming.” I sighed and my chest heaved as I frustratedly pulled my shaking hands away, wiping the mess on my inner thigh. I needed to finish so badly. My pussy was pulsating and I could barely focus my eyes. When I regained control I looked at him and waited for further instruction.

“Take those panties off, and place them in the second drawer.”

I slid them down my legs and pulled open the drawer, which held a mix mash of office supplies. I dropped them in and closed it.

“Good girl. Now, use your mouth to clean up the mess you made on my desk.”

I kneeled on the rough carpet and saw, reflected by the lamp, a small puddle of my wetness. I felt his hand slide up and pinch and grab my ass as I licked the desk, slowly and with big, luscious movements of my tongue, like a curious cat. I had never tasted myself before.

I loved every drop.

“That’s a good Pet.”

I lifted myself from the desk when my task was done, wanting so badly for him to command me to suck his cock until he came down my throat, or to bend me back over the desk and be filled up with him, all 9 rock hard inches.

Instead, he kissed my hair, picked up my bag and the checklist and handed it to me, and said

“That little exercise counts as tonight’s assignment. Well done.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Next week. 6:30 Pet. Remember your homework. You’re dismissed.”

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I Only Have Eyes For You

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“Good grief, mom and dad, how do you expect a fella to get to know anyone if he’s constantly moving from town to town?” I was bored to pieces in the back of the car, and mom and dad’s cheery demeanor was really ticking me off.

“Pipe down, Brendan, will ya? This is the last time we’re moving. It’s such a swell neighborhood!”

Swell? Sure. That’s what mom said the last time me moved. That was the third time.

Dad cleared his throat in that loud, obnoxious manner that I hated. He pulled up in front of some white picket fenced, too-good-to-be-true, straight out of “I Love Lucy” shack. Whoopie.

“Here we are!” He shut off the engine and opened the door, then walked around to let mom out. She re-tied the sleeves of her cardigan, artfully placed on her shoulders. She swore she was Marilyn Monroe sometimes.

I slid out of the Cadillac–my dad’s most prized possession–and kicked the door shut with my heel of Converse sneaker. Dad preferred I wear dressy penny loafers like him. Then again, dad preferred a lot of crap I didn’t care too much for.

The movers had pulled up a few seconds after mom and dad entered the fully furnished house. From inside, I could hear mom going on about the gorgeous pool in the backyard, already filled with sparkling water. Whatever. Give a fella like me a good vinyl record of Buddy Holly, Frankie Limon, or Elvis Presley, and I’m good. Pool not required.

Dad beckoned me inside. I reluctantly followed. I had to admit, the house was pretty boss, but I just didn’t care. The only thing I wanted to do was hurry up, get through these two months of my life, go on to college, and live life away from this drag of an existence.

Mom was clamoring over how much space was in the living room, perfect for viewing Lucy on the weekends. Dad told her she needed to be worried about how much space was on the counter for the coffee machine and toaster. Typical.

I decided to run away from all the fun and do a little exploring. I walked around the backyard and looked both ways. Two identical houses. How predictable.

Since there was nothing else to do, I just leaned on the white picket fence and pondered my own existence. I felt like Holden Caulfield from “Catcher in the Rye.” Totally useless, wayward, and unsure of everything. Maybe if I just let the sun burn my neck, it’d motivate me to get up and do something else, but until then, I’d just be a lazy son of a gun.

Mother nature eventually gave me the sign and I looked up. When I did, I saw something completely out of the ordinary.

She was wearing a bikini, another thing out of the ordinary, since all the girls were expected to cover up everything. She also had on cat eye sunglasses, a towel in her arms. She set it down on a lawn chair and looked around. After that, she took off her glasses and set them on the towel. In a sexy, seductive move, she stretched and then dipped her foot into the pool, laughing at how cold the water was.

I knew one thing. She was a babe. I was just going to guess that she was the only black girl in the neighborhood. I wanted to talk to her, but didn’t know if she would be scared of me or think I was part of the Klan or something. At least my parents had finally picked a swell spot for us to move into.

When I turned around, she was gone. Damn. I sulked back into the house only to see my parents outside, greeting the family right next to us. They looked like nice people, the mother a lot prettier than my own mom. However, my parents didn’t look too inviting.

I had to stop the awkwardness as the movers began ambling everywhere with stuff. I rolled up the sleeves of my cardigan and stepped outside.

“Hi.” I extended a hand. “My name is Brendan Thomas.”

The mom smiled. Perfect white teeth. “So nice to meet you, Brendan. My name’s Veronica.” She turned to her left. “This is my husband, Mr. Allan Wayworth, and my daught–” She sighed. “Tiffany! Tiffany, get over here so you can meet the new neighbors!”

I looked over to where Tiffany was. She yelled out, “But mom, I’m practically naked!”

I swear, I flipped at the thought of seeing her naked.

“Just wrap a towel around you!” Mrs. Wayworth chuckled to herself and then said to my parents, “She was about to take a dip in the pool.”

Nothing. My parents were so dry. Geez, they weren’t aliens, they were just black people.

When Tiffany showed up, my jaw dropped.

She managed to put on shorts. Tiny shorts. Very tiny shorts. Shorts that made my heart race. She’d thrown on some cardigan over her bikini, and looked absolutely delicious. Tiffany had beautiful brown eyes, skin the color of amber, and a body that would make Sophia Loren jealous.

Now if only I could get out the words.

“H..Hi. My name…My name is Brendan.” I adjusted my glasses–something I always do when I’m nervous–and held out my hand, waiting for hers to touch mine.

“Hi.” She smiled and grabbed my hand. “Tiffany. Nice to meet you.” I held her hand for just a second too long, and she must have noticed it, Bostancı Ukraynalı Escort because she kind of forcefully ripped it out of mine. “Sorry.” Then, I willed myself not to blush.

“New neighbors, eh?” Veronica said, noting the movers. Mom nodded. “You have excellent powers of perception.”

Allan caught wind of my mom’s little chide remark and cleared his throat. “So what made you folks pick this neighborhood?” He straightened his tie and folded his arms.

“Great location,” My dad answered, uninterested. “And because of the people who live here.”

They were ruining my chances of talking to Tiffany again by being racist! I hated my parents! I was so frosted, I didn’t know what to do.

I had to save the way the conversation was going.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wayworth, it’d be swell to have you guys over for dinner sometime. My mom makes a mean pot roast.” I smiled and then looked at Tiffany. “You’re invited too, of course.” Nervously, I ran a hand through my hair. She didn’t smile at first, but I saw the corners of her mouth twitch.

“Sounds great.” Mrs. Wayworth grabbed her husband’s arm and squeezed it. “Honey, let’s go inside now. Service starts in an hour. Can’t be late. Come on, Tiffany.” They all left. My parents scared them off.

As soon as they were out of earshot, my mom whispered, “Filthy niggers. What are they doing in this nice neighborhood, anyway?”

I watched Tiffany walk away and hoped she would turn around, but she didn’t. Well, at least she touched me. Yes, it was just a handshake, but it was enough for me.

That night, I spent most of the time listening to my parents lecture me about the dangers of ‘cavorting with trash,’ in reference to the Wayworths. I didn’t listen. I didn’t even bother to say anything, because there was no convincing my uptight mom and dad about anything.

“And stay away from that little slut Tiffany.” Mom said, sitting at her vanity, robe splayed behind her. She set down her brush roughly. “She’s no good for you. Did you see those shorts she had on? Definitely not marriage material.”

Dad lit one of his stupid Cuban cigars and put in, “One day son, I’ll let you take the car into town so you can meet a nice little dolly. You know, you’re at the age when you should be thinking about settling down.”

I was only nineteen.

I’d endured enough. I left and headed for the backyard when I knew my parents would be asleep. They’re such fuddy-duddies, they slept at around eight, which gave me much freedom. Since I was bored, I put on my trunks and went for a late night dip. It wasn’t until I came up for air that I noticed Tiffany was swimming in her pool, too.

Bobbing around in the water, I just wanted to get up and walk over to her place. Do something. Hell, a fella got tired of only talking to his parents. My old friends were back in Wisconsin, and with no phone yet, I couldn’t even talk to them. I needed to be social, and if she was the only one around, why not? Didn’t hurt that she was beautiful.

I worked up enough guts to haul ass over to her backyard before she got up and dried off. A million emotions ran through me as I knocked on the yard gate. She looked up and saw that it was me. At first, I thought she was going to ignore me, but then she opened up the gate.

She squinted her eyes. “Brendan, right?”

I nodded. “Evening, Tiffany. How’s it going?”

Tiffany frowned. “Why are you here?”

Because I like you, and I want to make out with you, I wanted to say. Instead, I said, like a coward, “What, am I not supposed to be here?”

Tiffany folded her arms and wrung her hair dry. “Your parents are racist.”

I grabbed onto the gate to keep from looking nervous, but it only made me look more nervous. “Yes, they are.”

“So who’s to say you aren’t?” Though she was mad at me, I had to admit, she had the best figure. I wanted to squeeze her thighs, fondle her medium-sized breasts, and as soon as she turned around, I could survey the attractiveness of her derriere.

I had to plead my case.

“I’m not racist. I promise.” She didn’t look like she was moved.

“Sure. Every white person I’ve met has been racist. Same crackas who smile in our faces are the same ones who put crosses on our yards and then burn them.”

What was I going to say?

“Tiffany,” I tickled the tip of the picket fence and hunched my shoulders. “my parents are idiots. They’re not hip. And I apologize for their rudeness this afternoon. Please don’t think I’m like that, too.”

Tiffany sucked her teeth. “Brendan, do you know what happened when my family and I went to a public pool?” She walked over to the pool and dipped her foot in. Now I got a view of her butt, and it was marvelous.

“What?” I asked, scared to walk in for fear of her telling me off.

“They drained it. They fucking drained the entire pool.” She folded her arms and walked back over to me. “We moved here so we wouldn’t have to worry about that. But we can’t keep running from people. We can’t let Bostancı Üniversiteli Escort everyone run us out of the neighborhood because of their ignorance. I mean, I’m a normal girl, I should be able to listen to Frankie Limon in my own room without worrying about someone burning the house down.”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” I kept looking at the distance between us. I hated it. I wanted to get closer. “Can you please let me in?”

She squinted her eyes. When she sighed and reluctantly opened the door, I felt like I’d conquered the first step.

“I hope God sees what I’m doing because I take a lot of crap off you white people only to get nothing in return,” she said, locking the gate.

“Tiffany,” I walked over to her. Face to face. “I’m positive that I’ll never understand how it feels for you to be ridiculed because of the color of your skin. For you to be made fun of before you even open your mouth. Being judged is no fun. I’m sorry you have to go through this, but I’d really like for us to be friends. I mean, I moved here from Wisconsin for crying out loud. I have no tangible friends at the moment.” When I finished, I looked down at my bare feet. Hopefully, I’d won her over.

“Not only that, but you listen to Frankie Limon, and that’s terrific.”

She softened a bit, and smiled. Tiffany touched the back of her neck and licked her lips. “Yes, I love Frankie. You like the Platters?”

Of course! I could already tell she was my musical soulmate.

“I love them. I went ape when I saw them on “American Bandstand.”

She smiled again. Yes, warm up for me. Actually, she looked like she was getting cold.

“Do you want a towel?” I was about to hand her the folded towel on the chair, but she declined. “I’m getting back in,” she responded.

I stood up. She began making fun of my glasses.

“You look like Buddy Holly in those things.”

It was true.

“Hey, Buddy Holly is the man.” I laughed behind my joke and stood before the pool, watching Tiffany glide through the water. I had to get in there with her.

“Tiffany, you mind if I join you there?”

She bobbed in the water, like she was contemplating. When she let me in, I rejoiced on the inside.

“You better not be racist, Brendan. I feel like I’m betraying my gut instincts right now.”

But why? If I was just going to be a friend to her, why did she feel this way?

I swam a bit closer until I was at the edge. “Why?”

She swam to the edge, as well. “Because you’re white. Maybe sometime in the future, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but right now, this is dangerous.”

“I know that, but I’m just an aquaintance. I mean, maybe…maybe we’ll get to know each other, but why are you so scared, Tiffany?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “You have no idea what it means to be colored, so you’ll never know.”

“Don’t you mean black? Colored is so derogatory. I mean, to be honest with you, I don’t see the purpose of segregation, either. If America is so forward-thinking and so open-minded, you’d think they wouldn’t be too miffed about us hanging out in the same pool.”

That must have won her over, because she nodded and agreed. “I guess you can’t be totally racist if you’re dropping lines like that.”

I got closer to her. “I’m not racist at all, I keep trying to tell you.” I smiled. God, she was beautiful, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at me completely. “Let me prove it to you.”

Tiffany looked away, then back at me. “Okay, fine. You wanna prove it to me? Prove that you’re not racist?”

I nodded. “More than anything.” That came off a little too eager, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She licked her lips. “There’s a malt shop about a half an hour away.” She poked my shoulder and went on, “It’s predominately white, not segregated, but still racist. Take me there tomorrow at around noon. If I feel like you’re not being all disrespectful or anything, I’ll take you seriously.”

It was a challenge, being around all those racist white people, but a fella had to do what a fella had to do.

“I will. You got yourself a deal.” I held out my hand and she shook mine. When we let go, I watched as she inched out of the water. I followed.

“I should be going to bed.” Tiffany grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. “I’m actually kind of tired.”

I nodded. “Okay. Well, you get some shuteye. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She smirked. “I don’t know, will you?”

I laughed and then headed for the gate, Tiffany right behind me. She locked the gate and I turned around and stared at her for a second. “Night, Tiffany.”

Tiffany ran her hands up and down herself and replied, “Night, Brendan.”

The next day came quickly. Dad told me to take the Cadillac into town and find a nice girl. I would, alright. Dad took a cab into the city while mom stayed behind and fixed dinner. I had no idea about Tiffany’s parents’ whereabouts, but I hoped they weren’t around in case they kept Tiffany from going.

I Bostancı Vip Escort rang the doorbell. Buddy Holly glasses? Check. Worn-in leather jacket reminiscent of Dean Martin? Check. Jeans? Check. Converse? Check. Once she opened the door, I realized that I looked entirely too dressy, but then I saw her.

I was floored. She wore a red button up shirt over a black and white polka dotted dress with the saddle shoes. Tiffany looked better than any other white girl I’d seen wearing that outfit.

“Hey there, Buddy Holly.” She joked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Hi, babe.” I said, hoping I’d proven myself thus far. The real test was at the malt shop.

Won’t lie, I was nervous when we walked in together. All the normal squares, I guessed, frequented the malt shops, because they were out in droves today. The whole place stopped when we walked in, though we were just friends. We each ordered two vanilla milkshakes and just sat around and talked. Tiffany and I had a lot of things in common. We both liked soul music a lot, hated everything about our old neighborhoods except our friends, and wanted out, badly. It was like we shared the same spirit.

Luckily, no one was ignorant enough to come over and rattle our cages, except for the dirty looks. I just knew that I’d proven myself. I was genuinely happy to be in her company.

During the ride home, Tiffany seemed shocked. I could tell. At a red light, she blurted out, “Guess you’re not racist after all.” She smiled and I turned to face her, adjusting my glasses again. “I told you.”

Tiffany smoothed out her dress and grinned. She had to have been happy that her next door neighbor wasn’t a likely candidate to burn down her house. And I was happy that she was such a nice, respectable young girl. And gorgeous, on top of that.

When I pulled up to her house, I opened the door for her and led her to the doorstep.

“Guess this is it. Did you enjoy our little date?” Oops. I smacked myself in the head. “Sorry, it was a Freudian slip.”

Tiffany laughed behind her hand. “It’s okay, Brendan.” She touched my shoulder. I knew she could see me blushing.

“I had a real swell time, Tiffany.”

“Me too, Brendan.”

Silence. I had to do something.

“Tiffany, forgive me for saying this, but I think you’re. . . well, unreal.”

She laughed out loud. “Thank you, Brendan. I think you’re unreal, too.”

Standing on her porch with sweaty palms and a racing mind, I had to move fast. She was about to let herself in, but I grabbed her arm and went in for the kill.

Kissing Tiffany was breathtaking. She kissed me back, too. She had the softest lips, and the cutest little moan as I ran my hands over her back. I felt like I was in heaven.

Until my dad caught us and went ape, that is. He’d just been arriving from the city, and was not too happy about it. Neither were Tiffany’s parents, just because I was the spawn of the parents they hated.

“You are not to see that nigger filth ever again!” “Stay away from her or suffer dire consequences, young man!” “I thought you were going into town to find a NICE girl?” were just some of the phrases thrown around during dinner.

It didn’t work.

I kept sneaking around my parents to see Tiffany as much as I could. We’d fool around, but there was no sex. Not yet. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her. She was too pretty for that. This went on for about a month until something really bad happened.

She woke me up by actually climbing onto the balcony of my room. When I heard knocking on the window, I put on my glasses and parted the curtains. Tiffany was there, hugging herself in her nightie, looking terrified. I quickly opened the door and let her in.

“My goodness, what’s the matter, Tiff?” I closed the window behind her and gave her a hug after kissing her forehead numerous times.

“Someone put a cross on my lawn and burned it, Brendan.” She hugged me back. Tightly.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry to hear about that. Are your parents okay?” I ran my hands through her thick hair and she cried into my arms.

“Babe, babe, babe. Shhhh. It’s okay.” I kissed her lips and wanted nothing more than to wash that pain away from her. She buried her head in my chest and I led her to the bed.

“But your parents? Won’t they–“

“Just have to fucking deal with it if they walk in.”

I threw the covers over us and held her. “You’re safe with me, Tiffany. I promise you.” I kissed her cheek and rubbed her body up and down to keep her warm. “You’re okay.”

She turned around to face me and I wiped her tears away. “Dollface, don’t cry. I hate to see you cry. I only want to see you happy.”

She laughed. “Brendan, sometimes I wonder if you’re really real.”

I touched myself. “I’m not a ghost, dollface, now am I?”

It was totally dark in the room besides the light of the moon hitting the window. I thought it was romantic, despite the circumstances. Plus, there was so much body heat going on between us, I was ready for us to consummate our relationship. For hours.

I stroked her arm gently and whispered, “Are you okay, dollface?” I kissed her neck and she turned around, her hair almost landing in my mouth.

“Why are you calling me dollface all of a sudden?” She traced a finger around my glasses, which she’d now come to love.

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Reprise: I’d been caught wearing my Sister-in-law’s underwear and jerking off to shemale porn by wife (Ruth), Sister-in-law (Esther) and their mother (Donna). Ruth, as a part of my punishment, was setting me tasks until Esther (who’d taken my laptop and mobile phone) could verify I’d never visited such sites before. I’d been forced into a chastity cage and made to wear panties all the time. Humiliation was now a daily event.

Penny, was about to bring the stockings and garters, pink, frilly baby-doll nightie and matching panties over to me when something else in the gym bag caught her eye.

“Hold on, what do you think of these?”

She pulled out another baby-doll nightie — this time in an almost see-through white, not so frilly as the pink one, but with a black-lace trim around the hem and a large bow at the neck. The panties too were of a similar make, almost see-through with black trim and bow.

“Those will go better with her gloves,” Geri reckoned.

“And these garters too,” said Penny, now holding one of them up for me and Geri to see. They were black with a large white lacy frill around the edges.

Geri had now finished touching up my make-up and Penny (clad just in her short, cotton nightshirt), called me down to try on the selected lingerie. I sheepishly made my way to her, trying to walk in such a way that my dick, now getting a little aroused, was not always in total view.

“Here, put these on first,” Penny demanded, handing me the black, fishnet stockings. I put these on with the minimum of fuss, and managed to get the seams at the back straight at the first attempt. I found myself wondering if Donna had worn these when she wanted to get Max to approve of some large purchase she had in mind. They felt very sexy — tarty — even, on my long, shapely legs. I’d never worn garters before (mind you, I’d only started wearing ladies’ lingerie in recent weeks, so that was hardly surprising). Once I’d put the garters on though, I knew I was hooked; my knob was now proud and stiff and Penny told me to calm down, I hadn’t even put the panties on yet and she didn’t want me coming before she’d ridden me.

Geri helped me on with the baby-doll nightie and, to my complete embarrassment, Penny held the panties out before me, stretching them for me to step into. I managed to put my feet into them without my dick swaying too near her face and she pulled them up my legs, making sure they were tight at the back and taking great pleasure in ensuring the black-bowed front rubbed up and over my dick.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror Carla,” Geri suggested.

“Here, put these on too,” Penny added, handing me the black open-toed shoes with the pom-poms on that Geri had been wearing when I first arrived. They were a little small for me but I managed to cram my feet into them and, although they had a small heel, I was able to walk over to the mirror without stumbling.

“Now, do a pirouette, do a twirl, come on pansy,” Penny demanded.

I did as ordered and was told to do so again, but this time holding the hem of my nightie up to expose my panties. Blushingly, I once again complied and thought it better not to argue when asked to make further poses in my new outfit. Penny was filming most of this with Geri taking pictures with a mobile phone. I didn’t want them to do this, but, with the threat of these and similar pictures being sent to others, including my brother, I had little choice. Ask yourself, before criticising me for being a sissy or a pansy, what would you have done in similar circumstances?

But I still retained some vestige of masculinity in that my already twice-spent dick was showing once again it was ready for action. I also hoped that, perhaps, Penny was getting a little excited too, as I guessed it wouldn’t be long before I had to satisfy her and the thought of making her lose it, of climaxing whilst I fucked her, had appeal beyond the money it would earn me.

“Hey, Geri. I’ve got an idea, let’s paint a little mole on her cheek to make her look a little like a Betty-boop!”

Geri laughed at this and had me walk over to the dressing table again, where she added a black blob of mascara on my right cheek, just above my lip. I have to admit, it did add a touch of cuteness to my look.

Penny approached the bed and I sensed battle was about to commence. She reached down to the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up and off over her head, her petite breasts jostling ever so slightly. Her nipples, now erect, seemed to be pointing at me; daring me to stimulate them. My mouth started to salivate at the thought of sucking on them and making their bitch of an owner wriggle in delight.

She climbed onto the bed and, as before, face down and on all fours, pushed her cheeks upwards and invited me to get stuck in to her butt but not, on any account, (or words to that effect!) her pussy.

I stumbled a little in my shoes as I moved towards her. My dick was leaking a little onto the soft, sensuous fabric of my panties Bostancı Sınırsız Escort and the nightie floated along with my movement, creating a pleasurable draft across my torso.

When I’d last tongued her bottom, I’d sensed that she got quite excited and, although I now had the opportunity to try and take it to completion this time -and I did want to get my money – I wanted to get her climaxing with my dick inside her — as I’d achieved with Geri. I wanted to push my pork-poker so far up her pussy it would push the fluff out of her belly-button. Furthermore, as a token to my manliness, I wanted to take control of this, to have her on her back, looking into my eyes as I thrust into the fanny of her skinny frame and watch her wriggle in ecstasy as I ran my hands, lips and tongue over her taunting , teasing young nipples.

She was, once again, clearly receptive to my tongue’s entrance into her anus, her soft, pert bum feeling so lovely against my cheeks. I did wonder though if her wriggling might smear the “mole” Geri had recently painted on my face. I sensed her breathing was getting a little faster, a little heavier and decided to just give her another minute or so of tonguing before pushing her onto her back to mount her like the man I was, my dick now well out of my pantie’s waistband. But Penny, as though reading my mind, pulled away from my tongue and sat up on the bed.

“Okay sissy, on your back,” she demanded.

I must have looked a little surprised, a little confused. Wasn’t it supposed to be me, the man, who was to go on top, to do the riding?

“Didn’t you hear your order Carla? Tell Auntie Geraldine what you’ve been told to do,” Geri prompted me.

“To lie on my back-Auntie Geraldine,” I responded.

Once on my back, Geri, once again took up a position near my head whilst Penny manoeuvred herself between my legs and started to yank my panties off, an act which somehow signified to me just who was in control. She managed to get them over one foot but didn’t bother trying to get them off the other, leaving them dangling around my ankle. She moved forward towards me with a smile on her face, gently brushing the fingers of one hand along the length of my stiffy.

“Now, you pathetic wimp, I’m going to ride you like the little sissy you are. I’m not the pushover your Auntie Geraldine was. I’m going to pump your pathetic little dick dry; do you hear me?”

I nodded.

She twisted her body around a little and started to massage my cock, already at a heightened state of readiness. I felt some pre-come glisten out and moisten the tips of her fingers. It felt good, but this was not how I wanted things to go. I had to re-take the initiative, even though I was laying on my back with her astride me. I now had a very good view of one of her tits and decided to gamble that if I could fondle, suck and tease that, she might leave my knob alone and turn wholly around to enjoy my touch even more.

I stretched out my right arm, up towards her left breast, but as soon as Geri became aware of my intentions, she grabbed it and pulled it down again and then grabbed my other arm too.

“They’re not for your pleasure sissy. Hands off.”

Penny looked around to see me pinned down and frustrated. She smiled and now lowered her tits to within an inch of my mouth.

“These aren’t for you Carla. Did you want to feel my tits? Answer me.”

“Yes Miss Penny. I wanted to feel your tits. “

She laughed and, with a quick glance to see if my dick was still erect, slowly moved her torso in that direction, her fanny getting nearer and nearer my knob, her smile getting smugger as she went.

“Now sissy-girl,” she began, “you may think I’m not that muscular eh? But my strongest muscle is about to suck the life out of your dick. Sit back and surrender like the inferior pansy you are.”

My baby-doll nightie was now all bunched up about my chest as I felt her gently grab my dick and slowly lower herself, inch by inch, onto it. She was clearly excited too. The slipperiness of her vagina making the penetration especially pleasurable for a cock that had had so little sex recently. I was confused, what should I try next to get her to orgasm whilst still holding on to the load now getting nearer and nearer to launch?

But the decision was taken out of my hands so to speak. Penny suddenly pushed herself down over my last two-inches or so of dick and then, pushed herself up again. But the upward lift was accompanied by an amazing feeling of suction and pressure along the length of my cock. Down she came again with a slushing sound of lubricating fanny juice, none of this liquid though managing to decrease the pressure I felt along my length. It was though I had my dick in a vacuum-cleaner.

She could see my pleasure and alarm and straightened her back before placing her arms behind her head and interlocking her fingers. She was now moving up and down my pole with effortless ease. Each descent and rise bringing Bostancı Suriyeli Escort my cock nearer to explosion. The sumptuous feel and sound of her juices lubricating my member, together with the feel of my panties swaying about my foot all added to the wonderful feeling of subjection, of humiliation that nowadays turned me on.

“I’m riding you like the pantie-wearing frilly sissy you are, aren’t I?” she taunted me.

I didn’t want to answer, I was concentrating on trying to think of something, anything, to make me less aroused, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes as I did so. Money, the weather, sport, cold rain. I tried thinking of such things to take my mind of my situation, but the constant lubricated suction and the pressure Penny was exerting was overcoming this. On one descent, she pushed her pubic hairs against mine and wriggled about, creating a delicious friction which, just as I was fully sensing its effect, ended. She rose up again, her vaginal muscles still gripping my tool. Then down again, then up. My poor, wet, stretched foreskin felt like it was almost in heaven.

Penny, still with arms behind her head, was riding me with so much ease. I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer; knew I wouldn’t get my fee.

“Enjoy it sissy,” she mocked. “Look, that dowdy office girl is riding and fucking the panties off you. Not Ruth but her plain, drab assistant, and you in your mother-in-law’s knickers too”

I shot my load — not quite as much as I’d done with Geri, but quite a lot considering it was my third ejaculation of the day. Penny whooped like a cowboy and kept pumping my dick a few more times.

With victory written all across her face, she carefully dismounted me and wiped her fanny over my belly, before getting off the bed and grabbing a few tissues.

“Put your panties back on sissy,” she mocked. “When you’ve got your breath back that is.”

I slouched off the bed and, forlornly reached down to pull my panties back up over my spent-out dick, which was gradually diminishing in size. Penny had hopped off the bed and was making her way to the bathroom; Geri was rooting around in the box again for something.

“When Penny’s finished in the bathroom Carla, you go in and clean yourself up okay?”

“Yes, Auntie Geraldine.”

I sat on the end of the bed, waiting for Penny to emerge from the bathroom, feeling like a total wimp, an utter sissy, a failure as a man. I played with the garters on my legs and dangled the black shoes on my feet, watching as Geri, still in just her white stockings, placed a few items at the other end of the bed. The central piece being a flesh coloured rubber hose-like thing, about 18 inches long with both ends shaped like the head of a penis. The odd look I gave this prompted Geri to laugh and reassure me that they weren’t going to use it on me.

“Not today anyway, sissy,” she mocked. “Ruth said to go easy on you; to just use a small dildo when pegging you.”

Was I supposed to be grateful to Ruth for being so considerate?

When Penny emerged from the bathroom, she was still naked and drying her hair with a towel, making no attempt to cover her pussy hairs or small breasts, the breasts I’d recently desired so badly. She looked at me trying not to stare at her.

“Carla can wait and watch before she washes and makes us lunch; she might learn something.”

Now I won’t bore you with all the details of Penny and Geri’s sex acts, just to say that the centrepiece of the fondling, kissing and stimulation was the two-headed rubber thing which was used by both ladies in unison whilst on their backs. This was an act that took quite a bit of dexterity and should not be attempted by those with back complaints.

Following much crying-out and shouting and the whoops of delight that accompanied their orgasms, their attention eventually turned to me.

I had not been that aroused at the spectacle of them indulging themselves. For one thing, my balls and dick had been drained by the three ejaculations I’d had: my shrivelled dick looked like a blind, hairless baby dormouse.

“Carla, freshen up and then put on a dressing gown that’s on the door in the bathroom and then go into the kitchen and make us all something to eat. There are eggs and various things you can add to make us all an omelette or scrambled eggs or something. You can make those can’t you?”

“Yes, Auntie Geraldine.”

I wondered if I should wash off my make-up and take off the false-eyelashes, but decided against it. The dressing gown — which must have been Penny’s it was such a tight fit — was a plain, woollen one in pink. I put the black shoes back on as I went out to find my way to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I’d last eaten and I made quite a good fist of the meal I’d been tasked to make. Penny and Geri were actually quite complimentary about it but laughed at my inability to drink my coffee without spilling it; my tongue was a little swollen from its earlier exertions.

After Bostancı İranlı Escort we’d eaten, Geri said I need not bother washing up as she didn’t want me to damage my nail varnish. It had passed 3 p.m. now, not too long before Ruth was due to come back for me.

“Excuse me Auntie Geraldine,” I nervously enquired. “Can I remove my make-up now please?”

They looked at one another. Then Penny delivered her verdict.

“No, not yet, not until you’ve posed for some stills in your nice underwear. We’ve plenty of time.”

At this, I finally got up the courage to speak my mind.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Haven’t you got enough pictures and film of me now? What the fuck do you want more for? Fuck off. I’m not posing and that’s that.”

Of course, I was in no position to make such an ultimatum, but, well, I was just so pissed off at this.

Geri gasped at my subversion and Penny muttered something like “we’ll see about that.”

Penny got up from the kitchen table and went out to retrieve her mobile phone, pressing digits on it as she returned. She soon got her answer.

“Hi, Ruth, yeah — high. Your Carla has just told me and Geri to fuck off. We want to take some pictures of her in her lovely baby-doll and panties.”

There was a pause whilst Penny listened to Ruth’s reply and then she handed the phone to me and a furious Ruth told me the options I had that she’d conveyed to Penny. Basically, I must allow the pictures to be taken but I must choose to either allow Penny to spank me or deduct £20 from my “earnings” as punishment for my rudeness and bad manners. I chose the spanking, and, after returning to the living room, Geri filmed me bending down over Penny’s knees and her removing my panties and spanking me with her hands six times on each cheek of my bare bottom. Although it hurt, it was nowhere near as painful as the spanking Ruth and Donna had recently given me so I didn’t cry or whimper besides, I had to retain some semblance of being a man. When the spanking was over, I had to thank Miss Penny for my punishment.

The photos were taken with me in my white with black trim baby doll nightie and matching panties plus fishnet stocking and garters plus black shoes. In some, I had my panties down by my knees or even off completely and I had to pull faces like some cookie show girl, the black face-mole having been re-applied to enhance the look.

When this was finally done, I was about to ask if I could now, eventually, remove my make-up but Geri beat me to it, telling me to wash my face and take my false eye-lashes off but leave my hair untouched. She’d also touch up my lipstick. I was to put the black lacy briefs I’d arrived in back on and get dressed to await Ruth’s arrival.

An awkward silence pervaded the room as I waited for my wife. Penny had now dressed herself in jeans and t-shirt and Geri was busying herself tidying and freshening the place up. My cage (with the key in) had been placed in the gym bag together with all the underwear I’d been made to wear plus the panties Penny and Geri had worn during our session; I was to wash and dry them and return them to Penny in the coming week.

Ruth’s arrival saw the two women greet her with hugs and kisses while I sat on a chair awaiting the call for me to leave.

The three women went in to the kitchen and I could hear them chatting and laughing; Ruth refusing an alcoholic drink as she had to drive home.

When they eventually re-emerged, Ruth called me over and, like an obedient pet dog, I grabbed the gym bag and went to her side.

“I’ll edit the footage this week Ruth and send you a copy, okay. Carla’s cage and key and some of our smalls for her to wash are in her bag. See you next week,” grinned Penny.

Ruth nodded and ushered me out of the front door, but, even though ashamed about the whole affair, there was something Geri and Penny had forgotten.

I’m sure my face reddened as I stopped by the door and turned to look at all the women who had turned to me to see why I was reluctant to leave.

“Er, I think I’m owed some money,” I sheepishly pointed out, gazing at the floor, not daring to look them in the eye.

With this they all burst out laughing and Ruth gently clasped my arm and nudged me out.

“Oh Carla, you silly girl,” she chided me, “that was just a joke. We were just having you on. I wasn’t sure if you’d fall for it.”

I could see Auntie Geraldine and Penny grinning at each other over Ruth’s shoulder, laughing at my naivety.

“Of course I haven’t cut up your credit cards. It’s just as well as I don’t think you’d make a particularly successful whore from what I’ve just been told.”

It was a cruel trick to play on me in my opinion. Ruth drove us home and I think it fair to say my silence and demeanour conveyed my dissatisfaction at how Ruth had played me for such a gullible fool. In the silence I began to re-calibrate my opinion of Ruth. Sure, I loved her and dearly wanted our sex life to return to how it used to be, but I had now seen a slightly more manipulative side to her, a more dominant side. Sure, finding me wearing her sister’s underwear and jerking off to shemale porn was hardly likely to show me in a very masculine light — but I had explained that that was just a “one off”, an aberration.

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Claiming Katy Ch. 08

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[Author’s note: This story was originally posted in “Lesbian Sex”, but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to “BDSM”.]

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–Dr Isabella Pacetti’s Notes:

To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney’s house, a room which is effectively a dungeon. Unable to explain her motivation, confused by her nerves and feeling teased by her friend, she lashes out and insults Sophie. Not remotely hurt by the insult and forgiving her immediately, Sophie nevertheless uses this as an excuse to promise Katy more punishment. Katy is delighted.

The apparent sadism of the following events may appear brutal, but I hope it is clear that these women are all consenting adults fulfilling their desires.

–Katy’s Statement:

The remainder of my afternoon was busy. I had neglected or messed up most of my chores all day, and now I had to get all of Sophie’s bedding washed and dried and returned to her room before six o’clock. At six I had to prepare and serve the evening meals. At seven o’clock I had to report to the cellar.

I made Sophie’s bed and briefly tidied the room, not disturbing the unpacked shopping bags. I noted they were expensive-looking bags, with the branding of quite exclusive clothing and shoe shops. Sophie had spent a lot of money today. I was fascinated by what she might have bought, and I longed to peek inside, but I didn’t dare, and I didn’t have time.

I cooked a light meal of grilled fresh fish, a recipe I’m quite good at. I know I’m a mediocre cook (though a lot better than when I started at Mrs Alderney’s) and I wanted to do nothing to spoil things.

I served up two dishes — unable to face any food myself — and was preparing to take them to wherever my mistresses were eating tonight, when I heard the clip-clip of shoes on the kitchen floor behind me. I turned to see Sophie, dressed as she had been all day in her clinging blouse and trousers and her stiletto boots. She crossed the floor with a dry smile on her face and a tall glass of white wine in her hand.

“Good evening Katy,” said Sophie, grinning. “That smells lovely. I’ll eat mine here, thank you. Mrs Alderney will have hers in the office.”

I nodded and arranged a knife and fork around one of the plates. I scooped up the other and hurried into the office.

Mrs Alderney was seated behind her desk, reading, but unusually she had a bottle of wine open on the desk beside her, and a half-full glass in her hand.

“Thank you, Katy. How was your day?”

I arranged plate and cutlery and stood back, wringing my hands absent-mindedly.

“Well, good, I think, Madame. Erm. But Miss Sophie wants me to go to the cellar at seven. Erm. If that’s all right.”

Mrs Alderney paused with her glass touching her lip.

“Of course it is. Her Key, her cellar, her Katy. I hope you don’t question her actions to her face. Or is that why she is taking you to the cellar? No…” She held up a warning hand as my mouth opened “…it’s of no consequence. Just try to be attentive.”

“Yes Madame. Thank you. Will you be having a sweet course?”

“I don’t think so, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “You have a quarter of an hour, Katy. You should go and see that Miss Burton has everything she needs, then go and make yourself presentable. Please try to be on you best behaviour. I believe she will be looking for faults.”

I felt a sudden chill. They had been sharing a drink, hadn’t they? “What..? Has she told you that?”

“No Katy,” Mrs Alderney smiled, “she has told me she will be punishing you this evening, that’s all.”

“Did she… did she tell you why?”

“Katy, I know nothing of what has gone between you, beyond what I can read on your body. Nor have I asked. I think you should be attending to Miss Burton, don’t you?”

“Yes Madame. Thank you…”

Sophie wasn’t in the kitchen. Half a glass of wine and half a plate of food were on the table. I looked around in a panic, as though I might find some trace of her. The clock still said ten-to-seven. Then I heard clip-clip on the stone steps to the cellar and Sophie emerged.

“It’s unlocked,” she said coolly, “if you’ve finished all your chores you can go down and wait for me.” She slid back onto a chair and continued to eat.

“I… I should wash up when you’ve eaten. And Madame—”

Sophie waved dismissively. “No, that can wait. I’d like you to spend some time in the cellar, thinking. You can go down, stand facing the tool racks and look at the contents. Consider each one. Think about how it might feel to wear the restraints. Try to imagine how the whips feel, if you don’t know already. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sophie. Thank you.” I was shivering. I looked at her, desperately wishing she would hold me and soothe me. So I thrilled when she looked up and smiled gently.

“Don’t wind yourself up again, Katy.” She held out her hand and I took it. I was gently squeezed. “I’m not angry, remember. This afternoon you practically begged me Bostancı Yabancı Escort to take you down there and hurt you. This is all your choice. You can think about that while you’re down there, too.”

This wasn’t quite the reassurance I had been seeking, but it was entirely true. I nodded, mumbled my thanks and pattered towards the cellar.

I looked at the restraints, the harnesses, the spacer bars, and I dutifully pictured how each could be used the shape me and pose me. How they would expose my most intimate, delicate parts to the easy cruelty of a barely interested mistress. How they would make me wriggle like a worm, or flail uselessly like an upturned beetle or dangle like a fish on a line. I could be twisted, pinned, opened wide. I would be an object.

I had already sat and thought about all of these things. I had lain in bed and thought about them… Of course, they had been fantasy objects then; Madame had never shown any interest in actually using most of them.

I didn’t honestly know how most of the whips would feel. I knew that there were floggers and beaters that were designed to be noisy and scary but do little harm. I also knew there were serious weapons – like the cane, the crop, and the cat — which could cut me and scar me if they were used correctly. I had suffered their kind of pain often enough of course, but until the previous night I didn’t realise there were whole landscapes of agony still to be mapped out on my body. I looked at my hands and saw they were shaking. I seemed to have no blood in me. I felt sick.

I heard the clip-clip on the stairs and made an involuntary sobbing sound. I stood up very straight and faced the wall.

The footsteps travelled to one of the high stools on the opposite side of the room. Something in my head was telling me something was wrong, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my nerves.

Then I heard a similar clip-clip on the stairs and I realised Miss Sophie was not sitting behind me. I spun on the spot and saw Mrs Alderney perched demurely on the stool, sipping at a full glass of wine. She was dressed in her office clothes, the dark suit and skirt, dark sheer stockings and low-heeled shoes. I gaped. Mrs Alderney looked impassively at me and made a tiny gesture with a finger: turn around.

I turned, and now my jaw was quivering. I stared blindly ahead as Sophie entered the room.

“Hello Mrs Alderney. Are you comfortable there or would you prefer the Throne?”

“Here is fine, thank you.”

Sophie clicked her fingers. “Katy! Come here!” Her voice was still informal and not unkind, but quite impossible to defy. I turned with painful slowness and shuffled towards the women. Sophie was also still in her crisp office clothes, and she too had a glass of wine. She also had a half-empty bottle and she now placed both on the workbench. She smiled and took my hand again.

“This is the first time I’ve properly disciplined you Katy, so I’ve invited Mrs Alderney to observe. She is observing me, Katy. She might speak with me. She is interested in me, not you, do you understand? Don’t bother her.”

“Yes Miss Sophie. I mean… no…”

Sophie nodded and stroked my hair absently as she turned back to Mrs Alderney. She was still holding my hand.

“So I was thinking,” she said in subtly different tone, speaking now to Mrs Alderney, “I don’t want to use her pussy, partly because that’s taken a lot of punishment recently, and partly because I don’t want to directly stimulate her. Ditto her breasts. Katy, lift up your dress, hold it over your face, I want to see your torso. Thank you.”

I was dazed. I had spent all this time staring in terror at Mrs Alderney, while Mrs Alderney ignored me and nodded at Sophie. Now I was forced to let go of Sophie’s hand and raise the hem of my dress until my body was exposed but my face was covered. I let my breath warm my face as I listened to Sophie’s voice and felt her hand wandering over my skin, pointing to illustrate her monologue.

“See, her breasts are badly striped and her nipples have got some bruising. I used her bobby pins by the way, here and on her labia. She responded very well, in many ways, worth experimenting with. Not today, though. There’s some bruising here inside the thighs, you can see, that’s just from a belt, but she’s sore, look…”

A finger flicked the skin on the inside of my left thigh and I squeaked.

“…So I’ll leave that for a day or so. So I think I’m left with her legs and back, which are completely clear, and her buttocks which haven’t really been beaten since I took charge of her. Turn around, Katy.”

I shuffled around on the spot and felt my knickers being pulled this way and that.

“Some therapeutic spanking, but no real marks left there. So that will be the main focus tonight, aside from a few, you know, punctuations.” A warm hand patted my right breast and I flinched. “Cover yourself up now.”

As I smoothed my dress against my body, shyly from one woman to the other. Sophie Bostancı Yeni Escort was taking a drink and Mrs Alderney was gazing intently at Sophie.

Why did it have to be like this? Why both of them? I knew I deserved punishment, but this was already terrifying agony. Certainly there was a strange masochistic thrill in being displayed and discussed like livestock, but where was it leading? Were they ganging up on me after all?

Both women returned their attention to me at once, and I hastily looked down at the floor.

“Okay Katy? Go to the blackboard please.”

As I turned and padded silently to face the board, I heard Mrs Alderney speak.

“Do you have a lesson planned? Or is only punishment warranted?”

The conversation was not meant for my ears, and even in the quiet of the cellar I had to listen hard.

“No, I thought I’d do it in three parts: first the lesson, identifying the misdemeanour; second the exercises to drive home the lesson; finally the punishment. I’m hoping the punishment will also reinforce the lesson. We’ll see.”

The footsteps clip-clipped across the floor and stopped behind me. A hand stroked my neck and I shivered with pleasure in spite of my numb fear. Sophie spoke in a whisper that I could barely hear.

“Okay, baby. I know we talked about this earlier, and we know where we stand. But I would like you to tell me now, in a loud clear voice, what you have asked to be punished for.”

I took a moment, cleared my throat and closed my eyes. I was at the top of hill, and it fell away steeply in front of me. I was about to tumble out of control.

“Miss Sophie, please may I be punished for… for insulting you Miss Sophie?”

“You may, good girl. Pick up the chalk and write on the board what you called me. Write it across the top in big capital letters, and put it in quotation marks.”

I stood still with my eyes closed. Please, not this. I didn’t mean…

“Obey me promptly, Katy. I’m being gentle with you, but don’t take advantage.”

I lurched forward and snatched up a stick of chalk from the base of the blackboard. I reached up with a trembling hand and wrote in careful letters:

SMUG FUCKING BITCH

I heard Mrs Alderney shift suddenly on her stool. My head snapped around to look at her, and saw an expression of shock and anger on her face. I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, but Sophie’s hand gripped my jaw tightly and jerked my head back around to face the board.

“Eyes forward, pay attention. I won’t tell you again.” Her voice remained calm and soft, and I looked at her with large eyes, looking for comfort. But her face was impassive. As she spoke now she went to the tool rack and selected a nasty–looking cane. It was little more than a three-foot length of narrow wood, with a few inches of leather bound tightly around it at one end for a grip. The whole thing was dyed black.

“So you insulted me, and you think you should be punished. But let’s talk about why. Why do you think this is bad?”

I looked her in the eye and shook my head. “It isn’t true,” I whispered.

Sophie smiled. “Good girl. Write on the board: Not True.”

I hastily wrote the words, in slightly larger letters than the phrase at the top.

“Why else?”

I thought for a few seconds.

“They’re bad words?” I ventured. Sophie smiled even wider and nodded.

“Good. Write: Not Polite.”

I obeyed and then looked at Sophie for instructions.

“Nothing else, Katy? I mean… was it justified? Even if it is a lie, had I done something to deserve your abuse?” I shook my head frantically. “But you said it, why?”

“Because you… you were teasing me. But you tease me a lot and I like it, and this was no different, so it’s my fault.”

Sophie beamed at me, pretending to be proud, but mocking me. All at once it was humiliating and pleasurable. “Well done Katy. Good girl. Write: Not Fair.”

I did so, considering how Sophie was saying ‘Good girl’ like I was dog. I knew I should feel insulted, but to my shame I felt my heart leap every time I heard it. I imagine dogs feel the same.

“I think you should read that out, and then we’ll move on.”

I cleared my throat again and read out loud.

“SMUG FUCKING BITCH

NOT TRUE.

NOT POLITE.

NOT FAIR.”

I looked for approval again, secretly hoping for another ‘Good girl’, but Sophie was already walking back to the tool rack, gently tapping the cane against her leg as she browsed the restraints. She soon selected a pair of ordinary handcuffs, took the key from them and put it in her pocket. She returned to me, swishing the cane from side to side.

“Exercises now. Take off your dress please.”

I was suddenly aware of my growing arousal as I pulled the dress over my head. The movement was instinctive and familiar, yet always gave me a tingle of pleasure, whatever the circumstances. I folded it and placed it carefully on the nearest stool. Sophie pointed across the room with her cane.

“Go Bostancı Masaj Salonu and put on your leash, Katy.”

I followed her direction and scampered around the room to where the dog leash was hanging from the ceiling track. I stood on tiptoe and fastened the collar around my neck, lifting my chin to ease the pressure on my throat.

“Come here.”

I tottered around the room, swaying and lurching as I towed the chain through its track behind me. When I neared Sophie I saw she was laughing silently at me. She gave me the gentlest possible tap with the cane and said, “Do another circuit. It’s priceless.”

As I went around the room again I risked a glance at Mrs Alderney, and thought I saw a trace of a smile on her lips too. This sent a flame of excitement through me and I walked with a little more pride. I stopped in front of Sophie, unable to keep a smile from my own lips. Sophie reached forward to take both of my hands. Slowly and gently she lifted my hands until they were level with my head. When she let go I clasped my hands behind my neck.

“Turn.”

I shuffled around on the spot and shuddered when the cold metal of the cuffs caressed my wrists and then closed with a sort of rattling click. The metal bound my wrists together, and fixed them behind the leash, so that they could not move far.

My breath squeaked nervously when I felt the tip of the cane halfway down my back.

“Turn.”

I turned, and this time the cane tickled my skin as I moved. When I was finally looking up into Sophie’s cool eyes, the cane was pointing into the middle of my ribcage. With a cold, unmoving expression on her face, Sophie began to stroke the cane from side to side across my chest. It didn’t hurt, but the cane caught my nipples and flicked them, making my breasts jiggle slightly, and making me gasp and twitch.

“Exercises,” said Sophie and a low, stern voice. “Name-calling. I am going to give you some names to call yourself. And while these will be true, and they will be fair, they will not be polite. This…” she tapped the cane against my face, “… will help me to keep your concentration. All understood?”

I nodded.

Sophie stood close, so that I could faintly smell her perfume.

“First name. We’ll pick on one of your perversions. A fetish. Tell me in loud, clear voice, why you’re jealous of my bedroom carpet.”

My mouth gaped and my voice deserted me. Not like this, please! I would admit anything to Sophie, and would tell Madame all of my most shameful secrets, but not like this, please…

I turned to look at Mrs Alderney, silently pleading, although I didn’t know what for. Once again Sophie jerked my face around. This time she slapped my cheek hard, making me cry out.

“Bad girl!” Sophie’s voice was sharp but not angry, and she delivered another slap to the same cheek. “Bad girl! Bad!” A third stinging blow, and I wanted to get away, but I was helpless and could only squirm and whine. I loved it when she slapped me, or kicked my face, but to receive it as punishment made me want to cry.

“I’m sorry Miss Sophie! I’m sorry!”

“You will pay attention and you will obey me. You’ll only make this session worse for yourself. I can hit you twice as hard and in much tenderer places without any inconvenience. Now answer the question. What makes you want to kiss the floor wherever I’ve been standing?”

I closed my eyes again and whimpered.

“Your feet, Miss Sophie. Oh god, your feet. I lov… worship them…”

Sophie grinned wickedly. She was clearly starting to enjoy the evening, but for once that didn’t give me any pleasure. I couldn’t stop myself imagining Mrs Alderney, sitting so close behind me, watching and listening and taking in all of my abasement. Sophie turned to the blackboard and wrote:

IT IS AGREED THAT KATY IS A:

“DIRTY FOOT-LICKER”

“When I strike you, you will tell me what you are and thank me. Understand?”

“Yes Miss S…”

The cane whipped around the back of my thighs, fast and shocking, and I shrieked, flinching and staggering on the spot, feeling the leash tighten against my throat. The cane twitched menacingly and I spoke quickly.

“I’madirtyfoot-licker! Thank you Miss Sophie!” I whined and grimaced and rubbed my legs together pointlessly. There was the familiar intense aching in a stripe across the back of my thighs. It was clear she was not going to hold back.

“Good. Second name…” Sophie regarded me calmly and thought for a moment. “Let’s consider that you have traded your body for purposes of sex. That makes you a whore. You gave me your body, sexually, in exchange for a kind of payment. That makes you a whore. That fact that your payment was in the form of pain makes you pathetic. You’re a… pathetic… whore.”

She wrote “PATHETIC WHORE” as she spoke. She turned and brought the cane around in a wide arc and struck savagely at my hip. As ever, this second blow was worse, the sound of it was icy and cruel as it tore towards my already aching flesh. I squealed as the cane added a second stripe to my legs.

“Aaow! Whore, Miss Sophie, I’m a pathetic whore. Thank you Miss Sophie.”

“Well, the third is easy, it’s the reason you were selling your body for pain. You were desperate for orgasms, and you were willing to do anything for them, yes?”

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Summer Of 93′

My memoirs. This Summer changed our lives forever.

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With Maggi home and wanting dinner Natalie and I kissed one last time and rolled out of bed.

“Really need the bathroom guys, is that ok?” Maggi asked us while running to the bathroom.

Natalie giggled a little and said, “Pete and I already used it”, as she ran over and kissed Maggi again.

Nat grabbed a towel and covered her pussy as a little cum started leaking out.

She grabbed me and said, “Want to go out to the spa again?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Maggi, Pete and I are going to be out in the spa,” Natalie shouted as she ran out holding her pussy and giggling.

Once we were out there Nat ran off the deck, on to the lawn and said, “Turn around, I don’t want you to see this.”

“You’re not planning on pooping, we have three other bathrooms?” I asked in terror.

“No, don’t be gross, I have to pee and guess what’s going to C-U-M out of my pussy?” She replied.

“I’ve seen it before,” saying while smiling.

“Maybe from your wife, but not from me; Pete you haven’t even seen me while I’ve been on my period, I don’t want you to think I’m disgusting, I haven’t even farted in front of you yet.” Nat said as she squatted over the lawn.

“Yes you have the other night, Saturday… remember??”

“Oh My God, that was a giant queef, I told you when I did it, and it was your giant dick that pushed all that air in my pussy!” She explained.

“My Dick Is Giant?” I asked proudly.

“I’m done,” Nat declared as she ran over to me and grabbed my cock.

“Shut up, you know it is, let’s get in the spa.”

We started kissing as we held each other in the water. She was giddy and giggling as she kissed me.

“Do you feel as good as I do, I can’t believe how I feel, I’m in Love with you?”

I kissed her neck as my entire body tingled and said, “I love you Nat, you’re wonderful.”

We moved around in the water for a few minutes coming to meet, each time kissing one another deeply.

Right after a kiss Nat said, “We’ve got to get something together for dinner, Maggi shouldn’t do anything.”

“Pete we need to make Maggi feel great tonight so she can relax, she looked so stressed,” Natalie said while climbing out.

“Count me in,”

I jumped out of the pool. We headed to the outside shower to rinse off the chlorine.

Nat asked, “Does this even work, I’ve never seen you guys use it?”

“It works great, I watched the builders put it in myself, I even designed it, see how high the head is? It’s tall for me and Maggi,” (Maggi is 6 foot tall and I am 6′ 5″ tall) I said as I let the water run.

After rinsing we dried each other, quickly kissed and ran to put some clothes on.

As we came out dressed, Maggi came out in her robe, asked Nat to help her dry her hair and she wanted to know what was for dinner.

We had a great meal, all talking and laughing together; Maggi’s disposition changed dramatically once she had some good food in her and was able to relax.

After dinner I said, “Let me clean up and you two can spend some time together.”

Maggi and Nat went to the living room where we had a huge sectional sofa and carpeted floors.

Once I cleaned up, I stepped into the living room to find Natalie and Maggi lying in each other’s arms kissing and talking.

“Three times?” Maggi asked Natalie.

“Yes, and they were all intense, the first one I almost fell but Pete caught me.” Natalie answered.

Maggi was in her robe, she stood, opened it Bostancı Fetiş Escort revealing her incredible and athletic body to Natalie and me.

Maggi was 6′ tall and totally hot with a hard body, “A” cup tits with perfect eraser nipples. She’s Italian with tan silky smooth skin, short, dark brown hair, brown eyes, a fantastic silky smooth black bush that went down her outer labia, she called her pussy’s fur coat.

She dropped her robe and asked for a towel, putting it down she sat and crossed her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy.

She said, “You know I should really work out tonight but, SHIT, I’ve been at work for 14 hours.”

Maggi sat next to me and put her legs over mine as she maneuvered to kiss me. Kissing me deep as I returned and held her face answering her tongue with mine. Natalie was behind me kissing my neck.

Maggi pushed off of me with her feet, sliding herself down the sofa, her feet just touching me now.

Maggi asked me, “Pete, would you do anything for me and Natalie?”

“Absolutely.” I declared.

She pulled her knees up and parted her legs, sliding her hands down to her pussy.

Slowly parting her velvety smooth butterfly lips, “Anything?”

“Anything” I answered.

Maggi looked at me with want in her eyes and said, “We want you to go to the grocery store and get us what we need to make ice cream sundaes and banana splits.”

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yes”, she replied.

“That stuff is horrible for our bodies, what about some yogurt and fruit?”

She looked at me and slammed her legs together.

I said, “I’ll be glad to, what are you pregnant?”

“Yes, we both are!” Maggi snapped back.

Natalie grabbed me from behind and kissed the side of my neck saying, “She’s joking but we really do want to indulge.”

“Let me get my shoes and wallet.”

Returning from the store holding a pretty large bag of pure debauchery in the form of junk food, Maggi and Natalie came bouncing into the kitchen as I put down the goods. Maggi and Nat were both in short silk robes, the fronts open as they ran towards me.

Maggi grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and said, “You never disappoint me.”

Natalie was next, she opened her robe and pressed her naked body against me, kissed my neck and said, “You’re my Knight In Shinning Armor, I’m so in love with you.”

The two ladies began making their concoctions.

“Do you want one Pete?” Maggi asked.

“Sure, not to much though.”

Sitting in our breakfast nook we began eating as Maggi and Nat started in on each other.

Nat took a peeled banana and slid it in and out of her mouth saying, “See Maggi you should practice.”

“I practiced on you didn’t I?” Maggi rebutted, Natalie smiled and blushed.

“But who had the screaming orgasm?” Natalie asked of Maggi.

“I did, thank you very much,” Maggi answered.

Nat and Maggi kissed each other, Nat looked at Maggi and said, “Even though you’d made me a little jealous.”

“Wait, Jealous??” I asked.

Maggi started smiling at me while she blushed saying, “Pete, when I came, I said your name.”

Maggi looked at Nat, “I’m sorry Nat I love you so much.”

Nat replied, “I know Maggi, I feel the same way about Pete, there are days when I just can’t get him out of my mind.”

I looked at both of them and smiled, this time it was me that blushed.

Maggi looked at me and then at Natalie saying, “Peter, Natalie and I are really head over heals in love with you, please don’t break our hearts.” Bostancı Gecelik Escort

I kissed them both and said, “I’ll never betray you.”

Maggi asked me, “So Husband, what’s this about Natalie and her THREE orgasms?”

I said, “I only had one.”

After a few more minutes of ice cream madness we all stopped eating, Maggi and Natalie got up and led me to the living room. Both of them put towels down over the sofa and lit candles.

Maggi undressed me saying, “I’ve waited all week for this, I love you so much, And DAMN DO YOU SMELL GREAT!”

Both women threw off their robes as I stepped out my shorts, Maggi hugged me in front and Natalie in back. Maggi slid down to her knees and put the head of my cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it. (Maggi had a small mouth and could not get much more than the head of my thick cock in it.) She gasped for air as she stood up and pulled me to the couch; Maggi started kissing me as Natalie slid down to my cock taking all 7″ into her mouth and throat, coating me with warm saliva.

Maggi laid back with her ass at the edge of the cushion and spread her legs wide, “Taste me Pete, taste all of me,” she moaned.

Natalie got in the same position as Maggi, her leg across Maggi’s, spreading her legs and opening her wet vagina with two fingers, “Pete, I want you.”

I went back and forth licking and tasting both of their pussies until Maggi held me and said, “Don’t stop, OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP!”

Natalie pulled her legs together leaned over and started kissing Maggi; both declaring their love for one another.

Maggi began pushing her hips up and down, I could feel her pussy contracting in my mouth. “OH, OH, OH, Pete!” Maggi moaned.

I rode her bucking hips, keeping her clit in my mouth until she had exhausted herself. Natalie was on the floor next to me and started kissing me, my face wet with Maggi’s cum.

Nat grabbed my hand and put it in her pussy; it was soaking wet. She moaned, “Pete I can’t stop wanting you.”

Natalie moved to her knees and laid her body across the sofa, presenting her beaver to me, plunging her two middle fingers into her soaking wet hole, she said, “Fuck me Pete, Fuck my pussy hard!”

I mounted her from behind as she rubbed her clit with her finger.

Maggi and Nat loved to talk dirty when we were all together. Maggi sat next to me holding my thigh as I drove my cock in and out of Natalie.

Maggi said while fingering herself, “Oh Pete, fill her pussy deep with your cock, you’re going to make her pussy cum again.”

Nat gasped, “Oh God I feel like your cock is up to my throat, God it’s so deep, keep going Pete, OH MY GAAAA…, COMING!!”

Nat’s Pussy clamped my cock as I pushed her whole body back and forth.

“Oh My GOD, Pete” Natalie exclaimed and her pussy slowly released it’s vice-like grip.

A “Schnoop” sound was very audible as I pulled my cock out her wet hole.

Natalie was breathing like she just ran a mile up hill and said, “I’m not going to be able to walk!”

Maggi was laying on the floor with her legs spread holding her pussy open with one hand, she licked the fingers of her other and rubbed the saliva on her open pussy as she motioned to me, she wanted me on top of her, inside her.

Pushing my cock in slowly until all of it was in her; she tilted her pelvis so we were totally against one another, she squeezed me tight and whispered in my ear, “Oh my husband, fill me up, I want to feel you fill me up.”

Maggi loved it when I came in her deeply and the more cum Bostancı Genç Escort the better.

Natalie was laying next to us naked and relaxed, smiling. The more Maggi and I intensified our union the more Nat smiled.

I lifted my upper body as Maggi raised her hips moving to meet every thrust, she froze as her eyes opened with a surprised look, “Oh, Oh, Oh My God, I’m Coming!”

Right at that moment I was balls deep and I felt her pussy expanding and contracting around me as I pumped my juice into the deepest part of her pussy. Pulse, Pulse, Pulse… I gave her every drop.

“Oh Maggi, Oh – ah, I love you…” I moaned.

Maggi was flat on her back, face and neck flushed and red, her chest heaved to replenish her air. I was holding my self up, sweat dripping off my face onto hers.

Natalie brought us a towel, sat down beside us and patted our faces dry. She kissed each of us, my dwindling cock was still in Maggi’s cum-filled pussy. We stayed together until my emptied cock was completely flaccid.

After my spent cock fell out of Maggi, I rolled over to rest my arms. Natalie patted the towel on my face and kissed me. She went down to my spent cock and put it in her mouth, sucking it in and taking all our cum. She licked all around making sure to get everything, savoring the taste of it. When she finished she moved over to maggi and kissed her stomach working her way down to her silky black bush and to her open pussy. Maggi’s pussy was swollen and red.

“Oh, I’m too sensitive Nat, hold me please”, Maggi asked.

Natalie moved up Maggi’s tight abs and to her tits, taking time to suck each nipple making them fully erect, moving to her lips, Maggi and Natalie kissed sharing their mouths with one another.

Each saying, “Oh you taste so good.”

They kissed for a few minutes as I went to the bathroom.

After all of us had a break to the bathrooms, we met back in the kitchen, I was naked, Nat and Maggi had towels wrapped around their waists. Both explaining, they were still leaking a little.

We sat together as Nat and Maggi resumed their assault on the ice cream. Feeding it to each other as they described our recent intimacy in detail. They were very descriptive to one another as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Oh Maggi, you don’t understand, my pussy is tingling like electricity is running through me,” Natalie explained.

Maggi pointed at me with her spoon, ice cream flipped onto my chest, “OOPS, I’m sorry Pete, but you have us shaking from your Magic Body and COCK!”

Maggi continued, “You have us sitting here with our pussies tingling, you sitting there with the most awesome body, and NAKED!”

Nat leaned over and licked the ice cream off my chest, “What if Pete was covered in Ice Cream?” Nat asked right before she bit down on my nipple.

“OWW, shit Nat, I wasn’t ready for that, you guys are getting a sugar high,” I said as I checked to see if I was bleeding.

Maggi moved in next to me and began kissing my ear saying, “You know Pete we could put down towels or something.”

Natalie laughed, “We better hold off Maggi your house is too beautiful, but it is definitely on our To Do List.”

“You know I could get the plastic sheeting at the Hardware Store, I’ll figure out the logistics and we will put it on our To Do List,” I said while holding my chin with a look of contemplation.

Maggi and Nat continued kissing me as we joked and ate ice cream.

Maggi put her hand on my cock, “Pete you are so hard, AGAIN,” she said like I didn’t know it.

Maggi said, “Pete, I want to see you cum, I want to see it squirt out of you close up.”

Maggi kissed me as Nat held me to her and said, “Pete will you Jack Off for us so we can see you cum?”

“We’ll put on a show for you, you can tell us what to do,” Maggi said as she looked eagerly at Natalie.

End of Part II

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