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Unfaithful Pt. 03

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Things carried on as normal. Things were so normal, in fact, that Fyr started doubting if she had ever seen anything strange at all going on. Yet Ropes disappeared sometimes and, often, Chemical was gone too.

She started to pick up on small things, like the clothes out of place. But she didn’t want to let her mind run amok with her, telling her things that simply weren’t true.

So, she tried to ignore it.

Chemical stayed over one late summer evening, though that was nothing unusual. Fyr had been very tired indeed, crashing early, though she didn’t realise that they had slipped her a drink that was supposed to make someone sleepier than usual. Nothing bad for her, of course — just something that would make it easier for her to drift off. They were really doing her a favour.

But the dragoness didn’t know about that, no, not as she headed to bed and tossed and turned, though there was something, or someone, missing from the bed with her.

“Ugh…”

Fyr rolled over, her wings getting caught up in the bedsheets. Sheesh, it was nearing two in the morning and she was restless, her scales itching and burning as if she was facing an allergic reaction to something. She rubbed her paws over her body, hitching up the loose, old T-shirt that she was sleeping in that night, her underwear feeling hot and tight between her thighs.

The dragoness grumbled. Maybe she should have had a shower before going to bed… Yet there was something bothering her, yawning even as sleep tugged at her eyelids, trying to make them dull and heavy once more. Chemical was sleeping in the guest room, of course, as she had stayed over rather late that night and Fyr didn’t want her driving back at such a time. Would she disturb Chem if she hopped in the shower just to rinse off the itchiness from her scales and get more comfortable?

“Hang on…”

Blinking, the dragoness half sat up and swept her paw out over the bed beside her, though there was only an empty space there. That was odd, very odd… Where was Ropes? Even though the demon cougar did not technically need to sleep, he most usually slept with her. He’d always said he liked the closeness and the warmth of having another body in bed with him.

She grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and around the base of her frill. Damn it… As quickly as she had dropped off that evening, it didn’t seem like she was getting back to sleep anytime soon. Maybe Ropes was feeling the same if he had headed to the bathroom or was getting food. He could be rather restless, even when he was relaxing at night with her.

She waited, trying to stretch out, lifting her shirt away from her belly to air out her stomach. It didn’t help.

Still, her husband didn’t return. Unease crept into Fyr’s belly, churning and snapping there, swirling around her gut. Where was he? Was something wrong?

She rose quietly, not bothering to put more clothes on than her T-shirt and panties. It was more than enough for going around her own house after dark, so there was really nothing to worry about there. She would be fine.

But her husband wasn’t in the kitchen and he wasn’t in the main bathroom either, after her checking the ensuite that joined on to their bedroom first of all. The dragoness’ brow furrowed as she hunted for him.

Huh…

The dragoness paused at the guest bedroom. There was light under the door… What on earth was Chemical doing still up at such an hour of the night? Or morning, depending on how one looked at it…

She crept closer to the door. Maybe Chemical had left the light on. Yet it was to Fyr’s detriment that she approached in the first place. How could she ever have known?

Has Chem left the TV in there on?

Fyr leaned in close to the door, something catching her ear. It sounded like a groan, like someone was hurt. Chemical did like watching some strange videos on her phone though, so that most likely wasn’t all that unusual. But the sounds that were coming through… No, those didn’t quite sound right.

She leaned in closer, trying not to let the side of her head touch the door. It was silly, she knew it was, though she still wanted to find out just what was going on in there. If Chem wasn’t feeling well, she wanted to check on her, to make sure she was salihli escort okay.

“Ohhhh…”

Another moan, but that one didn’t sound so much like someone was injured. There were a few words, grunts, hisses…

“Unff…”

“Harder…”

“Mmm…”

Fyr cocked her head. Uh, yeah, okay then… That sounded suspiciously like something sexual.

Oh, goodness, she wasn’t listening in on her friend watching porn, was she? Not that there was anything at all wrong with watching porn, of course, but to be caught doing it wasn’t fun at all!

“Mmm… I love it when you do that.”

Fyr gulped. That was definitely Chemical’s voice, damn it. Poor dragoness had to be wrapped up in a fantasy or something, getting off to a video… More power to her for taking care of her needs, but did she have to be as loud as she was? Fyr shook her head and was about to back away from the door when another, deeper tone caught her ear.

“You’ll see stars if I get a tentacle under your tail too…”

Fyr stiffened. She knew that voice. She knew that voice all too well.

And there was only one around that she knew had tentacles.

Ropes?

She listened intently, a grunt catching her ear. Her heart raced, the uncomfortable pound of it drumming in her chest, as if there was a foot on top of her, running, bearing down on top of her. She couldn’t breathe, one hand going to her chest, clutching there as if she could relieve the band of pressure clasping her with increasing, aching tightness. Her jaw fell slack, yet there was nothing Fyr could do except listen, frozen in place, her toes curling into the carpet of the hallway.

Maybe she should have worn something more than her T-shirt and underwear.

“You feel so good…”

No… No, he couldn’t be!

“Ropes… Please…”

Fyr could almost see them, Chemical’s tail winding around her husband while he fucked her, while he used the cock that was only meant for her to take another dragon! She trembled, the tips of her short claws rattling against one another, even her teeth wanting to chatter as a depraved chill settled over her. Her body tried to understand and make sense of the adrenaline racing through her body, blood pumping, toes curling, yet there was only so much she could do, even in a moment like that.

No… No, Ropes…

Her worry gnawed at the pit of her stomach, snarling and snapping, digging into her like a wild animal trapped in a cage, heaving to get out. No, no, no… No, Ropes would never do that to her, she was sure of it. Or was she?

Without thinking about what her body was doing, her paw went to the doorhandle, slowly closing around it.

“You’ve got to be quieter… Fyr’s asleep!”

“Oh, she won’t hear us…”

Fyr gulped, her eyes watering. No, but they weren’t tears, oh no. She wouldn’t admit to those.

“I’ll be quiet…just for you…”

She had to do it. Her paw closed around the doorhandle, turning it slowly. She was the one who did all the home maintenance, so she didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the handle squeaking. She had oiled and maintained everything perfectly.

The rap of fur on scales rose softly, muted by…fur. It would have been sharper if it was two dragons. Yet that was hardly the sort of thing that Fyr should have been thinking about, panting very faintly as her aching lungs strained to get much-needed air into them — and oxygen into her bloodstream.

She cracked the door open, slowly, if not patiently. There wasn’t a lot of light in the guest room, looking like Chemical had left the bedside lamp on, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The bulb was going, Fyr was sure, and needed replacing, though Chem hadn’t raised it with her last time she had stayed over.

Maybe Chemical had been otherwise engaged that time too.

Fyr blinked. The room was too dark, the edge of the bed slowly coming into fuzzy focus, though that wasn’t what Fyr was hunting for. The sounds dropped away, as if the occupants of the room knew she was there, though they could not have known. They were too complacent in the lie that they had formed, cheating and twisting and yearning through lust that, forever, had been theirs to claim, theirs to own.

At least, that was their opinion on the matter.

“Mmm…”

A soft moan, a breathy groan. It was small, but it was there. Fyr listened intently, resisting the urge to squint. It wouldn’t help her see anything any more clearly.

Ah… And there they were. Fyr had not thought that it was possible for her stomach to sink any lower, dropping beyond her abdomen, deeper, lower. She didn’t breathe, only watched. The dragoness only watched her best friend on her back, her legs up in the air, bent at the knee. That would have been weird enough samsun escort on its own, but there was no denying the shape of the cougar between her legs, his tentacles waving and twisting above him, disrupting even the soft lighting in there.

If the hallway had not been as dark as it was, Fyr would never have seen that tiny sliver of light that had told her that something was going on, that there was someone in there. It was all just a series of tiny, unfortunate events that led to her catching them in the act, to Fyr seeing her husband on top of the dragoness who she thought was her friend — or had thought was her friend.

Past tense.

Definitely, past tense.

“Shush…” Ropes breathed. “Chem, you’ve got to be quiet.”

She caught the grunts though, the low groans that rose from Chemical when he went a shade too deep into the dragoness. Fyr had felt that before too, her stomach twisting almost uncomfortably when he bucked into her in just the wrong position. It wasn’t something that, quite honestly, she particularly liked feeling.

She would have felt sorry for Chemical, going through that too, if she cared about her the slightest bit in that moment. It was not for Fyr to concern herself with, her chest heaving sharply, breath beginning to rake through her throat, burning and searing. If she had been comfortable, the dragoness would have been relieved that she was able to breathe again, though it did not bring any measure of softness to it.

The demon’s tentacles waved back and forth, going at it hard, at a moderate pace, though Fyr could feel every thrust and every rock of their bodies coming together. Ropes had once fucked her like that. Was it all the same to him, whether he was fucking Chemical or fucking her?

She couldn’t just stand there. Yet she didn’t even know what she was going to do as she stepped forward, swinging the door open at the same moment that she tapped the light switch on with the tip of her tail.

“What the fuck?”

It didn’t even sound like her voice coming from her throat, ripping forth and cracking as emotion welled up inside Fyr. She heaved, a scream tearing from her, not hers, no — it should never have been hers. Yet it was a feral roar, a ragged roar, something that spoke of age-old times when dragons had been a lot more ferocious than they had been in the modern day and age.

She had to let it out, one way or the other, the couple before her frozen in the act. His cock rammed deep inside her, stilled in the moment of passion, Ropes’ eyes wide and wild, his tentacles thrashing around him. Yet the demon was no longer twisting and curling them in the throes of passion, no: it was the stress of being caught that sank into his soul. What was left of it, anyway.

“Get the hell out!” She snarled, her hands balled up into fists, her short claws digging viciously into her palms. “Who the hell do you think you are — fucking my husband?”

Chemical couldn’t even say anything, her jaw slack. Even her tail hung loose and limp over the end of the bed.

“You — this was your fucking plan all along, wasn’t it?” Fyr hissed, tongue lashing out, a dragoness beyond all reason — and quite fairly so. “You wanted to get in my home, get my husband… I can’t fucking believe either of you!”

Her anger was not matched by her words in the way she wanted it to be, turning on her heel, her tail whipping around her. All Fyr could do was leave the situation, tears spilling down her cheeks, though she didn’t want to breathe life into the ragged howl of a sob that was threatening to wrench itself from her chest. Of all things that they had taken from her, they didn’t deserve that.

They didn’t deserve a damn thing more from her.

So, she left. She didn’t even have the strength to pull them off each other! Fyr sobbed brokenly as she left them there, still entwined in each other’s arms, even wrapped up in Ropes’ tentacles like that was where they belonged.

They’d never know what they’d done to her, but the fact of the matter was that they didn’t care, not truly. Not in how the dragoness would have wanted, having had Ropes as her partner for years already.

He had broken her, gone off with someone else…

Digging through her chest of drawers for clothes, she blinked away the tears, a broken howl of sorrow wrenching itself from her chest.

Back in the guest bedroom, Ropes froze, breathing softly and shallowly, as if it was not possible for him to take a full, deep breath anymore. It was wrong… He knew that, in mortal terms. Yet, to a demon of lust, there was no boundary such as monogamy. He had entered such an agreement with Fyr, for the first time in his lifetime, though he had been life bonded with others too, over the years before her.

Marriage, however… That was very different. sancaktepe escort That was something that not even Ropes had experienced.

“I… Uh…”

Ropes fumbled slightly, not sure what to say. Fyr had just been gone so quickly that it felt quite as if there had been nothing he could say.

Chemical reached for him, clasping his muzzle between her paws and, gently, turning him back to her.

“It’s okay, Ropes…” She exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes the best that she could without actually being able to see his pupils. “She’s… It was always going to end with her finding out, you know. Fyr’s not all that stupid.”

It was one of the nicest things that Chem had said about Fyr in a long time, joking and talking about her with Ropes. The dragoness did not honestly feel badly at all towards Fyr, not in the slightest, but…she was frustrating sometimes. And Ropes would not have even had to come to her for sex if that dragon had just given him what he’d wanted in the first place!

She knew they were caught but…why stop then? No, there was no need for that, not as Chemical encouraged Ropes to kiss her deeply, her tongue snaking around his and suckling faintly on him. The dark dragoness moaned openly, panting against his muzzle, her nostrils puckering and flaring as she dragged in great, needy gulps of breath.

Ropes was much the same, though the cougar thrust again, more urgently that time. Every stroke of his cock came with an added edge of fervour and, even though they had not talked about it before, he wrapped up her wrists in his tentacles and yowled into her mouth as he pinned them back above her head. The dragoness arched her back luxuriously under him, pushing into his touch, and the demon took her, claimed her, as if he would never get the chance to do so ever again.

“It was hot, wasn’t it?” Chemical panted, once he broke the kiss. “Seeing her there, getting caught… Mmmph… Almost as good as doing it!”

They did not know, not really, that Fyr had not left the house yet, that she was still there, watching from a distance and listening to their much louder grunts and groans of pleasure. It was as if they were putting on a show that they didn’t even know they were doing, panting and groaning, need rolling through them with stroke after stroke of the cougar’s cock ploughing into a hot, wet pussy.

“Mmmm…”

Ropes rumbled a growl. Yes… Yes, he had been watched before, though not for a long time. It felt kind of similar to sneaking around when Fyr didn’t know that Chemical and he were fucking, though it still raised his lusts.

So, he fed his lust as a demon of lust was supposed to, driving into her stroke after stroke, savouring the pulse of her pussy around him, how her muscles clenched and rippled. He ached to see her as she was, laid bare and exposed, and snarled savagely, even the cougar’s teeth glistening with a faint hint of saliva.

His tail lashed back and forth and he sank his teeth passionately into the crook of Chemical’s neck and her shoulder. It was a mating bite and a claiming bite, staking his final claim over Chemical as he had wanted to do from the start. Fyr bore one too, though she often covered it with make-up if she ever bared her shoulders.

He didn’t want that. He wanted a dragoness, a partner, to bear his mark proudly. Chemical would do so, howling and bucking on his cock as she climaxed, relishing in the restraint. Her arousal gushed around his cock, squeezing down, even squirting around him, the fur of his crotch soaked in it. Still, the cougar thrust on, rampantly lost in the rhythm of pleasure when he had never had to hold back from anything ever before.

When he filled her, he knew his wife heard his yowl and knew what it meant. He growled and ducked his head down, bathing the bite on Chemical’s neck with his tongue. The long, slow strokes grounded him as he spent himself inside her, though it was very much not for the first time.

The morning would come and they would both have to find out what had come of Fyr, if they had chased her off completely or if there was something else that they could do to win her back. Or just him, really, for she was his wife and he had to do something about her.

However…he did not feel guilty about it. Not as his barbed cock throbbed inside her, pulsing lightly. Need trembled through him and he breathed harshly over her neck, rasping in every gasp that he could.

Things had changed between them all and they could never again be put back to rights. But what was right, anyway? What could ever be classed as such? He was a demon and they were mortals — mortals who had applied a meaning to something that never had that meaning originally. But they did so love making sense of their world in any way that they could…

He would never fully understand them, though that was because he was not mortal.

Still, there was a large part of Ropes that loved his wife dearly and he had to make that right, one way or another.

Inside Chemical, he moaned long and low, his cock still hard.

Another round before going after Fyr couldn’t hurt more…right?

Continued in Cuckolded.

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Shadow of Secrets Pt. 09

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*Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.*

**Jax’s point of view**

Jax continued giving Erik hell despite Eva telling him several times to knock it off because Eric was only 18 years old. His persistence was fueled by his desire to showcase control in various ways. One day, as Eva was getting ready for work Jax sat down on the couch beside Erik. Erik was watching some geeky sci-fi movie which Jax found completely stupid and uninteresting.

Deciding to mess with Erik while Eva wasn’t around to protect her baby boy; Jax smacked Erik on the back of his head lightly enough to catch him off guard before saying “this show is shit, boy. Hand me the remote and go get me a fucking beer from the fridge!”

Erik looked like he was debating in his mind about talking back to him in a rebellious way but seeing Jax’s glare he meekly got up and went towards the kitchen. Jax merely chuckled at how spineless the boy was. Jax aimlessly flicked through the channels not really picking anything in particular to watch as Erik got him his beer.

Snatching the beer out of Erik hand Jax asked in a stern tone “You started drinking yet, boy?” Erik quickly shook his head to which Jax chuckled once more “It’s a dad’s job to teach a boy how to be a man …. Guess that train left the station huh? Tell me …. You want a sip of this?”

Erik looked a bit surprised and a bit of anger flashed in his eyes at Jax’s assumption of his father’s role by offering him beer. Erik sat back down onto the couch refusing the offer. Jax shrugged not caring as he turned back to the TV and got back to his aimless flipping through the channels.

After a couple of minutes of silence apart from the noise of the TV; Jax asked Erik without even turning to look at him “you think about your future boy? Or are you planning on mooching off of your mum for the rest of your life?”

Once again Erik frowned and this time Jax actually heard him sigh in frustration. Jax turned to face him with a scowl on his face “what was that, boy? Don’t you dare disrespect me …. Got it?” Erik just nodded, slight fear visible in his eyes.

Jax snorted, finding satisfaction in intimidating the young lad. “Don’t worry kid” he growled menacingly, his fingers curling tightly around his bottle, “your momma will take care of everything.” The sarcasm emanated from him made Erik uneasy.

Erik had to speak up “I’m doing things to make money but that’s none of your business!” Jax was a bit surprised at the boy finally finding a spine enough to speak openly.

Jax scoffed at him saying “The hell it isn’t boy!! You are mooching off of Eva …. She is fighting to keep herself afloat financially and keeps taking extra shifts at the club. You ungrateful little brat! All she does is take care of you …. A grown fucking man …. sandıklı escort Are you not?”

Jax paused for effect as he clearly saw it hit Erik straight in his gut before continuing “you know….. you just pissed me off for the last time …. I think you should start contributing and help Eva with the expenses …. Get a job or find money from somewhere else … I don’t care …… as long as by the end of next week you get a couple hundred bucks. If not ….” He let the threat hang over Erik before they both heard Eva’s bedroom door open.

Eva walked out into the living room and addressed Jax “okay I’m ready …. Let’s get going Jax” but Jax stayed out while finishing off his beer. Jax couldn’t help but laugh at Erik’s expressions when he saw what Eva was wearing.

Eva usually wore pretty conservative clothes on her way to work and changed into the slutty clothes meant to entice club customers into buying more drinks. But after Jax having convinced her to be more open and relaxed about her clothing for a couple of weeks now; she had finally given in.

Eva was wearing a tight halter top that wrapped nice and tightly around her bust while tied behind her neck. The cleavage visible wasn’t that significant but her bust being so big it ultimately ended up looking pretty revealing. She even went with a slightly shorter skirt than what she usually wore; the skirts hem ended at her knees leaving her long legs exposed. She was showing much more skin than what Erik was used to seeing his mom show. So naturally his jaw fell open slightly when she stood before them. Jax had a big fit of laughter inside his mind wondering what Erik would feel if he ever saw what Jax makes her wear at the club while enticing the customers.

Eva noticed Erik’s open mouth and started to feel embarrassed about her outfit choice. Not wanting her to second guess again Jax quickly complimented her “you look great today babe! Now let’s get going or we will be late!”

Then without warning Jax pulled Eva close to him and kissed her passionately while groping her ass slightly. He knew Erik could see and he could feel Eva tense up about it but Jax couldn’t care less. Just when Eva was about to push him off and scold him Jax let her go. Placing a firm hand around her waist he started to guide her out of the apartment.

Eva barely managed to say “Seeya baby …. I’ll be home at the usual time … don’t stay up late!”

……………**………

A couple of days went without much happening in Jax’s daily life besides him handling the boring stuff at the club before going to his own apartment. He knew he was pushing Eva constantly with his manipulations so he had to occasionally back off to let her feel his absence just as much as she needed to feel the pleasure she got from him. He needed to become more prominent part of her life; saray escort which she will feel hesitant to shun out.

One evening, as he was sitting at the club’s bar watching it run as smoothly as it possibly could considering how packed it was despite being a weekday. He noticed Eva in her alluring evening dress that she had as a waitress outfit with thigh high slits on the sides and a thong occasionally peeking out from underneath; she was busy serving drinks to customers as always. As she bent over to serve a table Jax noticed how two men at the table were looking at her ass with lust in their eyes. The music was too loud so when one of them said something Eva had to bend over towards him to hear what he had to say. The other one took the opportunity to get a closer look at her ass.

Jax instinctively knew what was coming next and not a moment too late the man placed a firm hand on her ass only to be whining in pain the next as Eva twist his hand at the wrist after having moved swiftly for any normal woman.

Jax chuckled to himself now knowing her secret; he wondered with all his cleverness how he had never noticed such things about her before. He motioned to a nearby bouncer and before matters escalated between the men and Eva; the bouncer had grabbed all men at that table to be thrown out of the club.

Eva smiled sweetly at Jax through the crowd and from across the dance floor as she knew who was to thank for the bouncer’s timely intervention. Jax just raised his glass slightly with a wink to let her know he always had her back. She went back to work disappearing in the crowd but just then Jax heard a familiar voice beside him.

It was the mob boss’s son as he said “Pretty one that …. Heard you have bagged that one already … funny …. Never pictured you to be one to settle down especially with so much temptation around you.”

Jax knew not to take the bait or to antagonize this guy despite his personal feelings towards him so he replied politely “Ahhh well …. Getting too old to chase after women …. Might as well hold onto her while I look for a better one.” Though in his head Jax knew there was no one better than Eva in his life that he could enjoy as much as he was enjoying with her.

With that both men quickly shifted their conversation to business. As promised the mob boss’s son (Jared, as Jax figured it out through talking) had arranged for the women he had talked about on his last visit. Jax had already made room for the additions as per Jared’s orders. They walked quickly at the back of the club so Jax could meet these women. However instead of meeting them Jared introduced him to a man named “Mr. Marco” who was a bit older than Jax and seemed to be Italian from his slight ascent.

Jared told Jax how if the women got a bit out of hand which they often did when bundled up sarıkamış escort together like they would be in his club; it would be Mr. Marco’s job to get them in line. All Jax had to do was keep running the place smoothly so both him and Marco can do their parts. Jax wondered how exactly one man was going to keep about 30 women in line but if that wasn’t part of his job then he didn’t need to worry.

Just then one of the women who Jared had brought in came through the door leading to the lounge areas of the private VIP section; carrying a tray with three glasses on it. Each of the men took one as Jax observed the women a bit. The woman had a weirdly blank expression on her face; almost looking like a robot. Then next thing he noticed was a black discreet looking choker around her neck which at first glance looked like an odd fashion choice of the woman but in certain light gave off a metallic glint which made Jax curious.

Both Jared and Marco noticed Jax’s interest in the choker more than the woman. Jared chuckled as Marco looked at Jax with slightly more interest than before. Finally Jared spoke “you keep surprising me Jax …. I thought you to be a common thug before but you definitely do have keen senses …. Even Mr. Marco seems impressed with you and he isn’t easily impressed!”

Jax felt slightly uncomfortable as he was not used to the scrutiny like this. Jared continued as the woman quietly left without even saying a word or even seeming like she had heard them talk “the choker is an invention of sorts by Mr. Marco …. It’s whole lot of mambo-jumbo I don’t fully understand so if you are interested do talk to him about it. All you need to know is …. It helps him keep the women docile and obedient to him” Jax nodded not fully grasping what he had heard though he doubted Jared himself really knew what Marco had made.

……………….**……….

The rest of the evening went smoothly until Jax and Eva returned home pretty much in the middle of the night well past midnight. Eva had changed back into her own clothes which Jax could see still bothered her how she had picked slightly more revealing ones at the urging from Jax.

When they returned home Eva went to shower and as Jax sat on the bed. The bed groaned as the springs in the mattress adjusted to his weight. Jax was about to fall back into the mattress to rest his eyes a little when in the mirror across the room he noticed a glint of sorts. Curious he looked again and it was then that he noticed a very small camera hidden just above the curtain rod. His paranoia kicked in instantly as he wondered who in his life was out to get him. But finding no one significant as he wracked his mind he felt slightly stumped.

He spent the next ten or so minutes ransacking the whole room only to find another camera hidden pointed at the bed. Now this felt strange to him. If the purpose was to spy on him then one camera would have sufficed but the other one aimed at the bed gave Jax instant suspicion about who the cameras belonged to. He knew only one person who had access to the room and was interested in watching such a thing; he needed to have a chat with Erik and he needed to keep this quiet from Eva for now.

TBC…

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The Queen’s Chastity

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A queen is kept in chastity and performs her marital duties for the king, ritually, using a harem girl as a conduit. This is a real short one: 1k words, very dark content rating.

Content warnings/tags: involuntary chastity; religious abuse; heresy/sacrilege.

A short record of the sacred religious practices of the royal family of Astardia, a small European country neighboring Greece, as observed by a monk who visited the court in 1805 during the rule of King Constantine.

The Kingdom of Astardia was widely regarded as a paganist nation by its neighbors for its queer religious fashions, which often strayed far from scripture in ways that most good Christian nations would regard as tantamount to sacrilege.

King Constantine was notable even in Astardian history for his powerful religious fervor and strange holy devotions. Most memorable among his habits was his insistence that his wife, Queen Philippa, maintain a vow of chastity even within the bounds of their marriage; he was of the stated opinion that his wife was a living vessel of the Holy Mary, and that to foul her body with the base acts required of reproduction would be an act of blasphemy.

Instead, he maintained a small harem of pseudo-wives who served the role of physical conduit for marital activities.

While visiting the court, this author was privileged enough to be permitted to witness a ceremonial engagement between King Constantine and Queen Philippa with the assistance of one of these pseudo-wives.

First, the Queen was cleansed, which this author was invited to safranbolu escort observe. The pseudo-wives, who also served as her maid-servants, undressed her and removed the metal belt that served as safeguard of her holy womb; under their watchful eye, she was carefully washed in a luxurious bath of heated water scented with crushed rose petals and peach blossoms.

They paid especial attention to the parts of her that had been secured behind the belt, caressing her there with soft fingers until the Queen was in an agony of ecstasy, crying out to the glory of God as she suffered her abstinence in His name. Her wrists were chained to a strong ring installed on the rim of the tub to prevent her from spoiling herself by her own hand.

When this author inquired as to the purpose of such treatment, the pseudo-wives assured him that it was necessary both for health and for the ceremony. If the Queen were not in some way participating in the act, it could hardly be called a proper marriage bed; this preparation ensured her enthusiasm.

Once Queen Philippa was thus induced to engagement, and once she had been well-dried and locked safely back in her chastity device, she was brought to the ceremonial chambers. One of the pseudo-wives–a beautiful young thing, also freshly bathed, and entirely naked–climbed on top of the Queen, laying so that their bosoms were pressed together, their womanhoods separated only by the metal shield of the belt. The Queen writhed under the girl as if attempting some unnatural sakarya escort sapphic copulation; this author was assured that the Queen held no such inclinations and that her excitement should be viewed in the same light as any devoted wife awaiting her husband’s attentions.

The King joined them then. He began by touching the body of the pseudo-wife, stroking her soft curves and dipping his fingers between her legs. As he did, he looked down into his wife’s eyes and praising her beauty and healthful figure as if it were she that he touched.

It became clear then to this author how they could call this a ceremonial engagement, rather than simply an act of infidelity: Queen Philippa responded exactly as if she were, in truth, being touched by her husband, her body alight with the flames of passion as she undulated and cried out, pleading for her husband to claim his marriage-rights.

The King dutifully obeyed his wife, piercing the harem girl’s quim with his manhood, all the while staring down into the eyes of Queen Philippa as her frantic gaze, in turn, was fixed on him. In truth, they made love to each other, using the third party as only a vessel; untouched, the Queen was so enflamed as to be rocking and exclaiming at the top of her voice, as if it were her own body which he seeded rather than a conduit’s.

The pseudo-wife, for her part, remained very quiet, but seemed not to suffer from the use. This author witnessed her several times rubbing her most sensitive parts into the metal of the Queen’s chastity belt as the King thrust into her, bringing herself to the peak of pleasure twice in the course of the ritual, as was clear from the trembling of her body, although she muffled her voice both times in the Queen’s heaving bosom.

When the act was done and the pseudo-wife was properly fertilized, the Queen continued to cry out and plead for satisfaction. This author was assured that this was typical of the ceremony, as the Queen found her Holy suffering to be most acute at these times; and no wonder, having just felt the caress of hands upon her and then experienced the pleasures of the marriage-bed, only to witness her conduit finding the release that her flesh no doubt craved.

To calm her, a fine velvet hood was placed over her head which had sewn into it a pattern of holy crosses, to soothe her mind with thoughts of Christ and her own divinity. This was apparently quite effective, as she quieted after a while, and was left in peace to recover herself.

It is a matter of record that King Constantine sired well over a dozen children in this way; however, despite the great care taken in his ceremonial engagements, the legitimacy of the children was always in question. Shortly after this author’s visit, King Constantine’s Court was quite destabilized by the arguments over whom among them could inherit.

Ultimately, it was of no consequence, as Astardia was conquered and absorbed into a neighboring nation before the end of King Constantine’s rule. Constantine himself was killed; Queen Philippa most likely shared his fate, but there are some rumors that she was sent to a nun’s convent instead, to live out the remainder of her divine life in peace, as it was found that the chastity belt that had been installed on her could not be removed without the key which had been lost in the conquering.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Sara’s perspective

Oh no…

I knew it was because of my commission, even though I had not believed it, not truly, not before. But when Lara had gone as if to strike the Fae, to get between them and their prey, I had not been able to stop her.

“Lara! Lara!”

My words fell on deaf ears as Lara shifted her weight, grunting and groaning, looking down at her chest as if in confusion. It was as if she realised what was happening to her and her body at exactly the same moment that I did — and that may well too have been because of my commission, the story that I’d wanted written.

Why had I ever said that I wanted it to be a reality?

“Unff… What…”

Lara looked down at her chest, her hands shaking as she reeled, rubbing her skin, the nipples thickening up and showing through her shirt as it strained and strained and strained. The shape of her nipples led the charge as she grabbed at her tits, all red in the face with tears threatening, but I didn’t know what to do to help her, not as her shirt started to strain and rip, tearing slowly along the seams.

And there was me, helpless, turned on and hot under the collar, wanting to do something but unable to stop the course of my creation. I didn’t know what to do, watching in horror as they grew, ripping through.

She screamed and I wasn’t quick enough, even though I knew that the Fae would make it even worse for Lara if she fought back. Guilt twisted in my stomach, yet it was as if I was a passenger to my own fantasies, hungry for it and not really knowing what to do, how to take the transformations for myself.

I almost threw myself in front of the strike, yet I stumbled. I don’t think, even afterwards, anyone even noticed. For it was not as if Lara was spared or saved.

Lara whimpered and parted her lips, yet I did not catch what she said, not with blood roaring in my ears. She tried to press her breasts back down as another flash of light leapt from the Fae’s fingertip as I watched, transfixed.

But I didn’t think it would go that far, not as Lara cried out, at last, for real help, her fingers soft and wobbly, weakening and flopping about as if they had no substance left to them at all.

Almost like they were becoming…

“Oh…”

I didn’t want to think that far, grabbing her arm as I dug my fingers into it, but only felt light softness. Lara wobbled and slumped to the ground, steadied, kind of, against the sofa, though I didn’t think that she really felt me there, trying to hold her up. I lifted her arm, a part of me no longer caring if anyone saw me and thought that I was acting strangely, for there seemed to be no strength in her arm at all, not anymore. It hung, noodle-like and limp, and her legs didn’t seem to have much substance to them either, fat and lumpy, bags of flesh.

I sucked in a breath, her shirt hanging open roughly across her newly exposed chest, knowing that I should not have stared. Yet shrieks and gasps broke Lara’s lips as her arms and legs, all in perfect tandem shrank down and down and down, almost making a “sucking” noise with how swiftly they slurped right back up into her body. Yet all that flesh had to go somewhere, even if it was, seemingly, something straight out of one of my fantasies, the points of her arms and legs, where they would have connected to her body, before, blooming up thick and full.

Into breasts. Her limbs… No, she didn’t have limbs! Her shirt caught under a breast on her chest, so huge that it had to be uncomfortable as the fabric dug into the underside, and I snapped into action. Well, the kind of action that was a little performative, for I wanted to be there too, hands fluttering around her, acting like Lara as, well, I wanted to be respectful of her and her space.

I didn’t want to touch her, not when her body was turning into breasts…

Oh, but I so very badly wanted to touch her too. refahiye escort My body burned as I tugged at her shirt and watched the Fae smirk, the transformation progressing, the swollen breasts growing and growing and growing at her arms and legs.

It was hard to help her stay upright, even with jealousy twisting around my heart. I tried to grab her sides, but the huge tits on her chest made even that difficult. I wanted to feel the pulsing, throbbing tit-flesh, yet Lara had not consented to my fantasies! I wanted it more, so much more, even more than Ciri’s deviously feline fate, transformed into a mountain lion and quivering back in the corner.

“Lara… Oh… Lara…”

Words streamed forth under my breath, but there was nowhere, not truly, for them to go. I grasped at her weakly, using what was left of her shirt to try and hoist her upright, but the squishy breasts tickling out from her shoulders made that even more difficult. Propping her up like an object was really the best I could do, but I was still left with the aching heat of her, her body so much hotter than usual, in my palms.

Sensation was king and I couldn’t make anything of it, reflexively clenching and unclenching my hands from fists. Yet her legs shrinking had another effect — shrunken but fat. Her arm-tits were free, kind of, but her trousers still bulged tightly around the breasts that her legs were becoming. For a small breast, of course, could have fit into the leg of each pair of pants, but, well…any more than that, hm…

Oh, how I wished it was me, even as Lara whimpered, eyes wide, the trouser leg tightening increasingly around her growing breasts.

“No… Please…”

I didn’t know what she was begging for and, again, I went for her hand to comfort her. If only it was me instead of her, if only I had been quick enough to get in front of the strike. And yet I hungered for all that was happening to her too, the bulging ripples in her body, how what flesh I could see looked like something was moving under it, pushing out through the skin. It didn’t seem to hurt her, however, and there were no little bone cracks like what had happened to Ciri.

“It’s okay, Lara, I’m going to, I’m going to try to help…”

Yet I didn’t know if I could, for it was not as if Lara had permitted me to touch her, not like that. But there was so much spilling tit-flesh everywhere, one of her arm-breasts growing to the size of a football, the nipple poking me in the arm… I just couldn’t help accidentally touching her all the time!

I strained at her pant legs, ripping them, fingers digging in. But my eyes glanced between her and the Fae, even as the breasts thickened up more and more and more. Her trousers were still on, around her waist, but I’d managed to tear the thinner fabric, to do the best that I could before it got too bad. Taking her trousers off just seemed wrong, even then.

Maybe there was no “right” thing left for me to do.

Lara twitched to the side and I tried to shoulder her gently back into place, without touching her too much. Just how would Lara react though if I grabbed the breasts, digging my fingers into them, that bulged out of her shoulders? It would be the best place to hold onto her, but she’d think I was a freak!

But poor Lara… I was envious of her, that was true, but nervous bustled and churned in the pit of my stomach. For something to do, while Lara bore through the itching, aching stretch of her breast transformation, I got back down to work at the legs of her pants, her underwear sticking up above the waistline of her trousers. If I could just a little more, even though the fabric was reinforced around the crotch…maybe I could make things just a little bit easier for her…

Yet I was not to know what was going to happen to Lara next, what would have me sitting back on my butt, dumbfounded, in horror, gaping. Even Ciri would not have known what to do to help, if she had been in any kind of position to do so. It had always been, in our lives before, Ciri who could leap into action, the one who could always find a way out of things.

Her face darkened in odd patches — not too far removed from her natural skin colour. And a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, for it had all been pulled from the fantasy of my commission, after all, told me what was happening. Even if I could not put it into words, propping Lara up with a little less reyhanlı escort care for touching her breasts. As much as those were still growing, fattening up and bulging out, there was something far more intoxicating for me to focus on.

Yet…I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Lara was too overcome, perhaps, with the loss of her limbs, wriggling and squirming, her lips apart, though a strangled, gagging noise came forth.

Of course, however, Lara had to see sooner or later, for her tongue was thickening up, wiggling and waggling back and forth in her mouth, as it lost the curve and the flexibility. She gagged and moaned around it and my hands reached for her, not knowing what to do, how to comfort her.

“Aghhhh! Nnngghhh!”

Her groans changed as her lips fattened up, squeezing in closer and closer together until they could not help but seal over. Yet there was still that bulging shape, the flesh that was drawn from within her mouth, to tease forth, even as they fused. For it had to have somewhere to go and I swallowed as I licked my lips, my tongue moving around my mouth and running around my teeth.

The moment was what I yearned for, what I craved, unable to tear my eyes away from Lara’s face. I wanted those for myself, the throbbing bulge of what her mouth had been aching out and out and out. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch my mouth and lips, but I was transfixed by hers, eyes travelling up to Lara’s.

For something was wrong there, even as she wiggled, but her voice had been taken from her as a humungous horse cock forced its way from her mouth, bulging out into a shape that was more familiar to me. There was even a faint outline of a medial ring and a fatter, flatter flared head growing too, the heat of my arousal pounding within me.

Her eyelids though… There was something wrong with them, seeming heavier, pulling together.

Oh…

I couldn’t moan aloud, though I didn’t want to scare her either, not as her eyeballs seemed to fuse, changing colour. How much could she see? It was hard to see by the horse cock bobbing from her mouth, but they seemed to be melding together slowly… Or more that the lower lids were becoming sacks, heavier and fuller by the second, though that was just due to my knowledge as to what was happening.

Oh, but I wanted it too… I wanted to lunge for her, to grasp those tiny but growing balls below her eyes — one pair below each one, tugging and pulling uncomfortably at her skin as they grew.

“Nnngggghhh, mmmmph!”

Poor, poor, Lara… She didn’t know what she was going through, blinded slowly, her mouth silenced. But for her groans, of course. They were greatly muffled as something happened to her mouth inside, perhaps fusing completely closed so that she did not even need to swallow anymore, though my guts twisted.

Ah, jealousy was a wanton beast. I gulped, glancing at the Fae. Even then, I was tempted to ask the Fae, for I knew what they could do, to transform me too — but I had to be there for Lara! And for Ciri too! Though Lara’s transformation was terribly worse for her, broken, heaving, grunting and groaning, her words silenced while she slowly lost her vision too.

Her lower lip, or the flesh that would have been there, spilt down, my fingers twitching. I wanted them, all of them, all over my face — more horse cocks and balls than that! Oh, but maybe I was greedy, so very greedy, wanting something that so many in the world would have hated, would have been terrified of. And that was why it should always have been me and not Ciri or Lara, or anyone else for that matter, who transformed.

I think my decision was made, even then. But Lara’s transformation still had to play out, forcing me to hold back every drop of desire I had in me, though I was lucky, even then, that Ciri was not looking at me. Even the Fae had their eyes fixed on Lara, all so they could see just how her transformation progressed, everything in effect despite what Lara wanted. There was no way for her to escape and she could only let it all play out, enduring, her breath catching. Somehow, she still had nostrils, though they were tiny in comparison to the monstrous beast of a glorious horse cock bursting from her lips, her eyes swollen into cock-like shapes too by that point.

Ugh, but the balls weren’t sitting right either! All I wanted to do was to fuss with them, to let them hang and settle rize escort more comfortably for her, for the wrinkling folds of skin were not quite right, even as they filled out. But I didn’t want to scare her — and it was all my fault that it was happening to her, after all. If I could have taken it all instead of her, I would have, wincing a little, though no one noticed the twitch in my face. I could probably have been full-on masturbating and moaning and no one would have seen still, focusing entirely on Lara, the subject of the Fae’s magic.

Yet Lara squirming, oh… Oh, to be like her, a prisoner in her own form. For it was how all the transformations came together that was the most beautiful thing, the wobbling horse cocks swelling from her face, flexing as they filled out, her eyes blinded completely… Without her limbs, Lara had become merely a sexual object, the breasts on her chest larger and heavier, rounding out like exercise balls, though they almost seemed to be a passing thought in the grand scheme of things.

Trapped… Unable to escape… Not able to see or taste or do anything at all. Movement was denied to Lara, perhaps able to wobble and jostle herself around, but no more than that. Maybe she would get pleasure from her breasts, for there was no telling, to me, just how sensitive they were.

And I would have loved it dearly too, if that had been me. I would have let it roll over me, even if it was scary — even terrifying. I could admit it too, even as I watched pre-cum bead at the heads of the cocks, the ones bulging from her eyes leaving nothing behind, just smooth, throbbing cock-flesh. There were a few mottled splotches on them too, but it was the achingly beautiful form that I loved the most, wanting them for my own.

If I had more than enough pleasure to distract myself… Yes, I could very happily exist as an orgasm machine for the rest of my life, my breasts aching, tingling, taking in every light sensation that throbbed through me. The cocks would jet off, painting me and my body in cum, spurting everywhere — oh, but I’d definitely want more of them than just the three! So many cocks all over and breasts too that there was no space at all elsewhere for the rest of my flesh, not in any way, shape or form.

If I was going to be transformed, after all, I’d want to go all the way. There would be no holding back for me, even asking the Fae to transform me, knowing that every spell that they cast was like a curse, something that could never again be reversed.

Lara made me hungry for more, wanting my eyes to be lost too, the bulging orbs to transcend into something more too, something even better than something that could see. To hell with sight, I didn’t need that. I wouldn’t need that, no, not if I was bold enough and brave enough to leap into the unknown, to well and truly let my fantasies rage and reign wild and free.

Sometimes, even for me, that was the hardest thing of all.

And then, Lara finally orgasmed. The beading, throbbing drops of pre-cum suddenly bloomed, fountaining from her mouth-cock first and then the fully-formed ones taking the place of her eyeballs. Cum splattered in long, heady spurts, making me gasp, reeling back, marvelling at just how voluminous it was. I could barely believe it and I had to bite my tongue, wanting to leap in and let it flow through my fingers.

And I almost, even then, asked the Fae to do the same to me. Not because I wanted to take any attention from the others, not because I wanted to do the right thing, but because I wanted it for myself, greedy and lusty and aching with raw, wanton need. I had not even known, quite honestly, that it was possible to feel that needy, but I felt it then, watching her, desire rising inside me.

I had not known what was going on with Ciri, of course, despite my initial suspicions. But with Lara it was different. I understood that there were no limitations at all to the transformations, as cum dripped down her tits from the cocks jetting off, forced into desire, into arousal, her body and mind rebelling against what could only be considered inevitable.

Yet it was up to me to try to change the course of things, to try to help. Being debilitated, like that, like Lara had been, could not be the first thing that I asked for, drawing the Fae’s attention to me for better reasons. Because maybe, just maybe, there was a way for me to make things better, to appeal to their better natures — the natures that loved having a willing human to play with and use their magic on, toying with a human’s form.

Maybe my friends weren’t doomed…if I doomed myself.

I would help as much as I could. And I already knew what to ask for.

I just had to get the order right, all with the Fae’s whims at play…

Continued in part six…

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Full Summary: Pissed at Valen for sneakily moving out of his home, and costing him the lost earnings from not being able to whore her out anymore, Darrin decides to get his revenge on his daughter. He would get one last pay out from her, and he knew just who to call…

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Author’s Note: This is a spin off from the Not What It Seems storyline. It is also a brief spoiler/teaser to what’s to come in the next chapter…kind of. That’s all I’ll leave you with in regards to that. Please read the note at the end of the story for more to the update.

Disclaimer: No one in this story is real, none of the characters are in any way based off of real people, no one was hurt in the writing of this. It is not based off of any real events that I know of.

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Knocking her out from behind, Darrin made sure that by the time Valen blinked her eyes open, her wrists were tied together to a length of rope that disappeared over the edge of the bed where it was tied to the frame. Only her legs were free, but nestled down between them was her father’s friend, Ted, who had never been quiet about his desire to keep her to himself. His mouth was moving over the swell of one breast while the hand he wasn’t bracing himself with was molding the other into his palm.

She couldn’t properly call out or say anything, she realized, because just as when he paid to fuck her, Ted had put a breathable ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered behind the gag when his fingers pinched and rolled her already peaked nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.

“My girl’s finally awake.” The words sounded relieved, but more from impatience than concern. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to consummate our relationship without you.” He nuzzled between her breasts with a pleased sigh. “I’m sorry it had to happen this way baby, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Valen shook her head and tried to squirm away from his touch but he softly ‘shhh’d her while his hand abandoned her tit to gently but firmly grip her chin.

“Don’t be like that Valie.” He pleaded. “Have I ever been cruel to you? Haven’t I always gotten you off?” He let go of her chin to stroke her cheek. “Now that we’re together I’ll take care of everything else, too.” He saw the confusion in her eyes and smiled as he kissed over her collar bone. “Your dad finally agreed to let me buy you sweetheart. Only down side is that he gets to watch me lay my claim on you, but you’re worth it.” He nuzzled between her breasts with a pleased sigh. “So, so worth it.”

Valen shook her head, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to jostle him off her, only to have him push her body down further into the bed.

“None of that now Valie,” he chided gently, his hand brushing down her body.

From his spot near the door, in the chair he had moved into the room so he could enjoy the show, Darrin scoffed. “You’re too damn soft on her,” he paused to take a pull from his beer, “I told you the bitch needs a firm hand. You’ve seen it for yourself.”

Ted turned an irritated glare on his friend. “And I just paid you for her, she’s mine now. Which means it’s time for her to learn things my way, and what she can expect with me. You’re already getting to watch me claim my property, don’t think you have any say in her training anymore.”

There was a strange warmth coiling in her belly from the way Ted spoke of her. It scared her that she actually seemed to enjoy the way he spoke down to her father while speaking as if she were nothing more than an object. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was it turning her on to be so dehumanized by this man?

“You haven’t left yet,” Darrin pointed out with a smug smirk, “I can take back the deal.”

“You won’t though.” Ted turned his eyes back to Valen, who had been watching the interaction with a confused mind. His words were directed at Darrin as his hands began exploring her body again. “No one else would pay what you asked, because none of the others want her as bad as I do.” One of his hands reached between her legs and used the embarrassingly plentiful proof of her arousal to lube his fingers before his coated digits slipped inside.

Valen’s head pushed back into the pillow as Ted’s fingers explored her well-trained, already soaked pussy. The circles his thumb was rubbing over her clit, making her moan through the gag; he favored this specific gag because it limited her ability to hide her moans from him. He smirked when her pussy opened to his fingers.

“Why are you fighting me so hard Valie? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely started.” Ted added a third digit, pumping them slowly while ensuring they rubbed over that place inside of her that felt different from the rest. “You could make this so much easier on yourself if you just let yourself relax for once.”

“She’s too damn stubborn. I told you. You should’ve let me force some booze down her throat or something.”

“No.” The tone was biting as he scissored his pendik escort fingers inside of his prize, drawing more unwilling moans from her. “Her body needs to stay clean so it has an easier time taking the pregnancy.”

The words were a harsh cut through the daze she could feel herself slowly slipping into. Pregnancy!?

She rushed out a series of ‘no’s as clearly as she could behind the gag and tried to move her hips away, but his fingers hooked inside of her and made her go still with a surprised yelp behind the gag. She focused on Ted, and found him staring at her with the dark look he got when she pushed the wrong buttons. What little bit of fight she had melted away from fear of earning finger shaped bruises on her throat.

“Do you know how many times I begged and tried to bribe your dad to let me have you?” Ted asked, the question rhetorical due to the gag preventing Valen from responding properly, as he sat up and smoothed his dry palm over her flat stomach. “How many deals I offered to feel your naked walls massaging my cock instead of a rubber? How much I offered to be able to force you to carry my baby?” He moved his hand to her lower abdomen and looked at her with an even darker, excited gaze. “Tonight…I finally get what I want. What else did you think I meant by laying my claim Val? Once I put my baby in you no one’s going to want you, you’ll have no choice but to accept this is the way things are now.”

Valen shook her head, much slower, her eyes begging him to stop as she whimpered softly behind the gag. Though, she didn’t know if the whimpers were from fear…or the unexpected rush of arousal flooding her senses. Why was it turning her on to think of herself being forced to carry this man’s child? Why was this entire scenario not scaring her more than she knew it should? She had always hated having her choices taken from her, but right now it seemed…inviting, and so much simpler, to let it happen.

Everyone always wanted to make her choices for her, and fighting it had never helped her any, so why did she keep it up? Maybe… Maybe they all knew something she didn’t…? What if Jeremy was wrong and she really was nothing but a dumb slut?…It would explain why she was more turned on than afraid right now, even though the man that creeped her out the most was about to possibly plant his child in her womb.

Though she wasn’t in the middle of her peak fertility time, she was close enough that she knew it was still a risky time. There was a high chance Ted would succeed in impregnating her tonight, and there was quite literally nothing she could do to stop this from happening.

“I really wish I could feel your arms around me Valie, but I know you understand why it has to be like this for now.” His words, as well as his fingers easing out of her, brought her back to the moment. “Maybe if you show me you can behave, I won’t have to keep you tied up. I hate the thought of your wrists being sore all the time.”

Valen was paralyzed from a mixture of conflicting emotions and thoughts as she watched Ted spread her own juices over his cock. She would never admit the excitement she felt as he guided his cock to her entrance, lubed up with the arousal he pulled from her, and sank inside.

She gasped behind the gag when his swollen cockhead scraped against her walls as he sheathed his entire length fully inside of her, bareback. It was the most intimate connection the two had ever shared, and somehow it took her attention away from how wrong this was. Feeling every ridge and vein of his thick length was a sensory overload that had her walls squeezing and fluttering around her supposed new owner in an accepting embrace. She couldn’t stop the surprised moan that followed as he settled his crotch flush against hers, his cockhead kissing her cervix.

“Oh Valie,” Ted moaned as he stroked his hand along her side, “you’re so warm and soft inside. Fuck me, this is…” He lowered his mouth to her jaw and kissed along it to her neck. “even better…than I expected…”

His hips drew back before he inched back in, groaning as her pussy accepted him more easily. “How does it feel for you baby? Doesn’t it feel great to not have that damn rubber in the way?”

She hated to agree with him, but it did feel more intense, more intimate for his naked cock to be stroking inside her. It was stimulating her body in ways she hadn’t thought possible with sex, and it was Ted giving it to her.

Ted, who had paid for her virginity when she turned 18, and shown her the same night what it was like to be thoroughly used. Not Jeremy, who had shown her what a loving touch was. Ted, who had popped a Viagra that first night and taken his time, taking out on her the years he had wanted to fuck her. He had only stopped that night when he was exhausted, not when she had begged him to.

The difference between then and now, was that he was finally pertek escort getting to feel those warm, velvety walls pulling at his cock when he withdrew, as well as the loving squeezes when he sank back in. The gag keeping her from properly crying out and begging him to stop was an added bonus, though she didn’t seem to need it judging by the noises he was getting from her. He couldn’t wait to take that gag out and hear her unrestricted moans, but they had a bit to go before she earned that trust.

“You were fucking made for me Valie.” He looked at her as he drew back and forth slowly, but sank deep each time, enjoying the little nasal gasps from Valen each time his cockhead kissed her cervix. “Made for my cock…made for my children… You just need to learn your place baby, that’s all.”

Valen’s head was swimming with confusion, pleasure, and so many other things she could hardly think straight. All she could focus on was the slow and intimate way he took her, and the way his hands roamed and caressed her body, covering her with his touch. It made her feel owned and possessed…and made it even hotter for her to have him in control of her like this. Her body always warmed so much quicker to him than the others, and as his sensual movements continued her internal struggles weakened as her body opened more to him in a silent surrender.

Ted caressed her side with a pleased moan as he felt her body give way to his claim. “Yes,” he praised her, “that’s my girl, open up to me Valie. Let me show you how good it can be if you be good for me.”

Valen’s back arched a little when he adjusted his angle and added more pressure to his slow thrusts, making her toes curl as his cock stroked her g spot. She moaned, partially muffled by the gag, as her thighs squeezed at his hips when he drew them up there. When he leaned down and closed his mouth over her nipple, his tongue teasing the hardened peak, her walls clenched tightly on his invading cock. The hand at her side stroked down her thigh until he could draw it up higher as he began to rock into her more quickly now that she seemed to have given up to him.

“You’re learning baby,” he praised her, his mouth barely leaving her breast, “keep going angel, you’re making me so happy right now.” He gave an elated moan when her hips began rising to meet his. “Yes Valie,” he half praised, half encouraged, “move against me…just like that.”

Darrin was shocked to watch his daughter give in so quickly compared to the fight he expected his friend to have. It was like Ted had found some secret code to unlock Valen, who was usually creeped out by him until he got her going. Darrin could tell she was tugging at the rope, but, judging by the way she was fucking Ted back as best as she could, he didn’t think it was to get away. He would even feel confident enough to say she wouldn’t run at this point even if the rope wasn’t there.

Valen herself could hardly understand why the man she usually couldn’t stand was lighting fires she hadn’t felt with him before. He never made her burn from the inside out like this. He could never make her wet until he started getting under her skin, yet earlier she was soaked before he even began. Her body was responding to him in ways that would’ve confused her if she really tried to think on them. But for now, she was occupied by how right it felt to go along with this..how badly she wanted to touch and hold onto the man dominating her body…how badly she wanted him to succeed in making her the mother of his child.

Ted though, wasn’t surprised by how she opened to him. He had picked up on her submissive behavior ages ago, and was finally pulling all the moves he could now that she was his. He was grateful for the rough behavior Darrin put her through, it helped prime her to respond to his own gentle and loving touch. Once Ted had her under his thumb he would be able to mold her into the perfect little housewife, perfect for baring and raising his children. The thought of his child, healthy, thriving in her swollen belly, eventually nursing milk from her heavy breasts, brought him to leaking heavily inside of her when his balls drew against his body.

“I’m so close Valie,” he panted softly as he abandoned her breast to look down at her, “are you ready baby? Ready for my…my claim? Are you ready to be a mommy?”

She should have shaken her head from side-to-side to say no. Instead, she nodded quickly, excited at the thought of someone finally placing such a deep and intimate claim in her body. Her deeply rooted breeding kink, borderline a fetish, was intoxicated at the idea of a life possibly being started inside of her. Even more so with the knowledge that it really wouldn’t matter if she said no. Not with Ted; he was in charge. If he got her pregnant, she would never be free of him. With the rush of arousal the knowledge brought, she realized she wanted him to trap her and force her to pınarhisar escort accept being sold off.

Some weird, deeply hidden part of her absolutely bloomed at the idea of not being able to make her own choices anymore. At least Ted wouldn’t let any other men touch her, and he wouldn’t be cruel to her as long as she could behave. Jeremy wasn’t a part of her thoughts, though he should have been. All she could think about was how good and thoroughly used Ted always left her feeling. He had been the one to show her she liked that, she could never forget if. Even if Jeremy could use her, in the back of her mind she would have Ted to thank for knowing what she liked.

She was tied to him no matter what, no matter who she was with, he was the one that could better take care of her.

In a sign of full submission to him, Valen squeezed her walls even tighter as she moved her hips more desperately against Ted’s thrusts, barely muffled moans sounding out through the ball gag. She felt his thrusts falter, heard his breath hitch, and let him hear her encouraging moans as she bucked against him. She met his eyes with a pleading stare as her pussy squeezed tightly again, her moans eager now.

She was begging for his seed… His new little wife was urging him, in every way but verbal, to give her his claim!

Thrilled by her progress, fueled by the rush of her wanting him to fill her with the intent of giving her his child, Ted erupted. There were stars in his vision as he shoved deep, coating her spasming walls and cervix with his potent seed in thick spurts that Valen swore she could feel in her soul. Her name was a chat on his lips as he rutted down inside of her, reveling in the knowledge that she had begged for this in the most beautiful, non-verbal way she could have.

Beneath him, Valen was rapidly approaching her own orgasm, and each hot spurt, each rutting grind of his hips against hers, fulfilled something deep and primal that exploded within her in response. The first jet of cum had triggered an involuntary gasp that was followed by a cry through the gag as she followed him over the edge into an intense orgasm. She moaned through the gag, from the feeling of his hot semen coating her walls, and from Ted forcing his over sensitive cock to fuck it even deeper. She was lost in her mind as he brought her pleasure to new heights by driving into her with their mutual purpose, her breeding kink feeling fully satisfied for once as the warmth of Ted’s claim spread.

Ted was in heaven as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, shaking as they pulled him flush against her, seating him deep within her as the last of his release oozed from the tip of his still swollen cock. He settled down above her, weighing her down with his body and sealing his heavy release inside of her. He took great pride in the mess he could feel between them. A hand went behind her head, to undo the strap to the gag and pull it away, letting it drop somewhere unimportant as he tenderly kissed the red pressure marks on her cheeks.

“My Valie, you’ve made me so happy,” he praised between peppered kisses over her soft skin, “surrendering yourself to me. It’s so much better when you stop fighting, isn’t it baby?” His palm smoothed down her side as she tugged at the ropes again, her hands aching to touch him.

Valen nodded quickly and emphasized her agreement by squeezing extra tightly around him for a moment. She felt an unfamiliar bit of pride herself at the strangled groan she caused by squeezing his over sensitive cock. Then again, just about everything she was feeling for him was unfamiliar right now, saved for her enjoyment of how he always weighed her down with his body after.

That had always been a guilty pleasure of hers, as it left her feeling like he was making sure she stayed focus on him after her conquered her body. She had no idea how right her assumption was, and that it was his not wanting her mind to wander away from the mindset she always fell into with him no matter how hard she tried to fight in. An odd thrill went through her at the idea of being a slave to him, constantly trapped in this submissive, eager to be used mindset. Would he ever give her a break? Or would he truly use her to his heart’s desire, only letting her rest when he himself couldn’t go on?

How many times had he promised to keep her full of his cock? To turn her into a “good little cock warmer”? To put her on any surface, any time he wanted to, even if someone else was around? Thoughts of that becoming her life kept her body from calming down as she laid beneath him, moving her head for him as he kissed at her neck. If anything, the thoughts of being owned by him made her grow more excited.

It was getting harder to remember what had bothered her about him as he surrounded her.

He hadn’t been cruel — as long as she behaved — and he always left her satisfied, even when he was just seeking his own pleasure. And she knew if she let this “sale” happen, she would be in much better hands than with her father. She didn’t know enough about Jeremy to know if he could treat her better, and Ted wanted her bad enough to pay for her. That should have grossed her out or scared her, but currently it left her feeling more wanted and desired than she had before. It made her decision a lot easier.

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I was in for quite a long day, but settled on slipping a black lacy thong on. I would be seeing my man later and wanted to give him a full day of pussy. He loves to smell my panties and the longer I wear them, the better.

There was no question he would send me something erotic at some point that day. Porn, a fantasy, a picture of his cock. Something would come my way that would get me going, making those panties wet and full of my scent.

My team just started heading back to the office a couple of times a month and today was one of my days to go in. There is this really delicious twenty something that gets me going. I find I dress a little extra when I know he’s going to be there. He’s got great eyes, strong build, and has a real sexual energy about him. My man always encourages me to make a move. He wants to watch this young buck bend me over a desk, gripping my throat, with my skirt up around my waist and panties pulled to the side. The office space is open concept, which adds a really fucking hot element to the whole idea of it.

I’m all aroused thinking of this fantasy, rushing around to get dressed and gather my things for my rendezvous later on. I decide on a short black and white tweed skirt, with a black ribbed three quarter sleeved top. The skirt is just long enough to be “office appropriate” and the top hugs me right. The square neck plus the black lace bra I’m wearing sets off my tits nicely. I doll up my hair and face, add a gold watch and hoops, and a pair of black heels. I take a peek in the mirror, reaching my hand up my skirt. My panties are already a little damp. Perfect.

Once I get to the office, I pick a workstation close to the window, kind of tucked away so I can get a little privacy. Working in an open setting is great, but it can be a little distracting when you’re used to working in your own space. I spot my little work crush, if you want to call him that. I just want to fuck him, nothing else. He’s looking so good in a light pink dress shirt and grey slacks. Kid’s got style and thoughts of running my hands up that shirt while I unzip his pants and get on my knees flash before my eyes. I want to gag on his cock, coating it in my spit, taking it all the way down my throat.

I message my man and tell him he’s got a real wet pussy to look forward to, detailing a bit of my fantasy that I’m working through. Then I get on with my workday. I want to bang out my reports and get immersed in my tasks so that the day flies. I need him to play with me and distracting myself with work will make it feel like it’s going to happen a hell of a lot quicker.

A little while later I check my phone and see he’s replied with a couple of office themed porn vids, one is a gangbang and another is just a boss and employee scenario that turns into a threesome with another female assistant. Both women are wearing glasses, very similar to the style I wear. I put my phone on mute, start the gangbang vid and drop it in my lap. This way I can keep working and take glances here and there.

Being sneaky like this really turns me on, and before I know it, I’m dying for a break. Between my legs is throbbing and I keep squeezing my thighs together. I want to rub and tease myself to the point of cumming, so I decide I need to walk it off a bit. It’s a beautiful day and looking a little sunkissed later on will make me feel sexy.

I grab lunch and head down to my favourite park. There are plenty of spots to sit, and the people watching is where it’s at during lunch. I’m lucky enough to snag my usual bench and settle in. Today we’ve got some men perched up for a day of drinking, a middle aged female bootcamp, and a man and a woman trying to keep it casual. They’re having a hard time keeping their hands off of one another. She’s wearing a skirt and the idea of him sliding his hand up and giving her an ever so slight brush with his fingertips gets me going.

Once I finish eating, I still have a little time before I need to head back to the office, so I decide to snap a photo or two. My skirt is short enough while I sit and I’ll be able to adjust the hem ever so slightly to show off my panties. I cross my right leg over my left, pull at my skirt and lean back a bit into the bench. I take a pic of my right hand resting on my thick thighs with a small black lace triangle visible between them. I wish the glisten of my pussy would pick up on the camera.

I go to our messages, but before I send this, I decide to take one more. He’s going to ask for one with my legs spread, I just know it. He will be loving the idea of someone either seeing up my skirt or witnessing me take the pic for him.

I uncross my legs and spread them every so slightly apart. Enough that anyone looking over is going to get a bit of an eyeful. But not enough that I look like I’m sprawling all over the park bench. I may be a slut, but I like to be somewhat discrete. I angle the phone between my knees and click click!

First one sent. I close my eyes osmaniye escort and take in some rays while I wait for a reply. It doesn’t take long. He gives the image a heart reaction and I can see him typing … and up pops the message asking for one with my legs spread. I don’t make him wait, sending it off immediately. He goes wild via text, telling me what a good slut I am and how he cannot wait to put his face between my legs, pulling the lace to the side and giving my clit a real wet kiss. We chit chat a little more while I head back to work.

The rest of my afternoon is pretty low-key. My office heartthrob left for the day and I’m just looking to wrap this stuff up so I can be that much closer to getting plowed. I set a timer so I know I have a screen break coming and get to work finishing up the reports and sending off a few emails.

My alarm dings just as I finish up, I turn it off and spin my chair to face the window. We have the fourth floor of a building on a very busy corner, and I like to watch the hustle bustle below. For the most part, people are head’s down, on their phones, weaving around the sidewalk. But every so often, someone glances up. This gives me a naughty idea.

I scooch forward on the chair slightly and let my skirt ride up as I do, spreading my legs just slightly. Once I am confident my panties are visible, I sit and wait, watching the people down below. I look down and can see some dampness. Being so inappropriate in the workplace has me very hot and bothered. I grab my phone and take a video, first spanning the windowscape and all the people walking by, then I position it to show my bare legs and nearly all of my lace covered pussy. I ever so slightly run my fingertip up my thigh and pull at the edge of my panties, end the video and then hit send.

Just then, I cannot believe my luck! From across the street, a man looks up. He sees me and stops dead in his tracks. We lock eyes and he mouths “wow”. He’s a fucking stunner and is giving me a good stare down. I can feel my face and chest flush, and my legs are getting wet because I’ve just had a gush of juices from being so turned on. My hand is drawing small circles on my thigh and he puts his hand in his pocket, clearly to adjust himself. The eye contact is intense and really revving me up, and he’s so tuned out of what is happening around him that he nearly gets taken down by a bike courier. This interrupts the moment, he gives me a nod and a smile before he continues on his journey. I watch him as he walks away, taking in his physique and the confidence in his stride. He turns around just once and smiles when he sees I am still sitting in the same position, watching him.

I text my guy and tell him he will never believe what just happened! He will be so turned on while I suck him hard and slow and recount the events. I decide it’s time to pack up my day, so I pull my skirt down, grab my things and say goodbye to my team.

I go into the ladies, pop into the stall and begin digging around in my bag. I really should have organized myself better but I was keen to get out of that office. Between chargers, my laptop, notepads, pens, my fingers finally land on the small silky black bag I am searching for. I grip onto it, lift my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs. In the little bag, there’s a bottle of lube that I pull out and drizzle all over my fingers. I rub my fingers together for a few seconds and then bend over and spread my legs as far as my panties will allow. With my other hand I pull at my ass and slip my lubed up fingers all along the sweet crevice between my cheeks, focusing specifically on my asshole. Once I feel I’m really slippery, I grab my anal plug and lube it up, too. Hinging at my hips, I bend over and tease the plug along my ass crack, circling my hole and slowly push it in. I adore the moment of penetration: my pussy getting that first stretch and gripping a cock, my ass giving in.

My car isn’t a long walk, but I take my time. I love the feeling of my plug moving ever so slightly inside me. I can feel my asshole loosening up a little and my pussy getting wetter. My man is going to go absolutely wild when he gets his nose on them.

Before long, I’m in my car and en route for my cum filled evening. While stopped at a traffic light, I begin undoing my bra so that I can release my tits while I drive. He loves it when I’m braless, confident, with my sensitive nipples peeping through my top. I hope someone sees what I’m doing and gets turned on but I keep my eyes on the road. I slip my finger on my tits for a couple of rubs, while grinding my ass against my seat to push at my plug.

I arrive in no time, grab my things and walk in. He comes out of the bedroom, completely naked, slowly stroking his cock. I see his laptop propped up and he’s got the office assistant porn he sent me earlier going. I put my things down, walk over to him and kiss him deeply. I replace his hand with palandöken escort mine and start trailing my nails up and down his shaft. He closes his eyes and I nuzzle on his neck ever so slightly. I feel his fingers gripping at my waist, then he moves his hands up over my nipples to my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees.

Now I’ve got a thick, rock hard dick in my face. I take it in my hand and ever so slightly rub the tip along my lips. He takes it out of my hands and starts putting it all over my face: trailing along my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, on my glasses. I love it when he takes control and uses me how he pleases.

This continues until he knows I’m dying for it in my mouth. My eyes are pleading, so he tells me to open it and slowly forces himself down my throat. I want to start sucking but his hand is gripping the back of my head and I know this is how he wants it for now.

To my surprise, after a few moments of this, he tells me to get up and leads me over to the coffee table. I thought I would have been sucking him off for a good while but here I am, with my palms resting on the table, anticipating the next move. He pulls my skirt up so I am exposed and tells me to stay just like this and leaves the room. It feels like a fucking eternity! I can hear him moving around and it feels like he’s just maybe watching me, but I wait like the good girl that I am.

When he returns, he gets on his knees and starts kissing up my right calf, nuzzles in behind my knee and continues up the back of my thigh. He alternates between kisses, slight licks and bites and when he gets to that sweet spot where my ass and legs meet, I get weak in the knees. This reaction was so obvious that he grips my ass with both hands to hold me up. He continues along my ass and hovers over my pussy, breathing hot and heavy for a few breaths but then moves long to my left ass cheek and makes his way back down.

At this moment, I remember that I have the plug in my ass! I can’t believe he hasn’t noticed! The thong must be placed perfectly, I want to tell him so badly but we’ve made it this far and the anticipation is driving me wild.

He’s running his fingers up and down the back of my thighs as he kisses and nibbles his way back and forth between them. Slowly, he begins inching his fingertips closer to my ass, stroking my skin lightly. Once he reaches my cheeks, he pushes my skirt up to my hips and grabs one in each hand and pulls them apart. While he does this, he brings his face in closer and inhales my pussy. He uses his left hand to start caressing the edge of my thong, gently slipping his finger just slightly underneath. I want to grind into him with all my being, but I know better, I’ll let him tease me.

He’s started kissing my pussy through the lace, telling me how incredible I smell and asks me to detail what happened in the window earlier. As I begin to recount the events, he slips his tongue just under my panties and finally tugs at my thong to pull it to the side.

“Oh you fucking little slut!” He’s seen the plug! This really gets him going, and my pussy is being lapped at with intensity while he pushes at the plug with his index and middle finger. I’m losing myself in the sex fog but he brings me back and tells me to keep telling him about the man at the window. I feel him stand up and slip these fingers into the intense wetness between my legs, which makes me gasp and feel like I’ve lost all words. I know he’ll stop if I stop talking so I struggle through.

Fingering me perfectly, he’s teasing my g spot while also stretching me out just right. Probing me, pulling his fingers out and teasing my clit and then going back deep inside. I can feel a very strong orgasm building inside while he taps his rock hard cock against my ass. It bounces just right, which turns him on even more. He reaches around and grabs my throat with just enough force to pull my head back slightly so my back is arched.

I think about how hot it would be to be watching us and wish there was a mirror nearby. Him, totally naked, his cock wet with pre-cum. Me, bent over the coffee table, still fully dressed aside from my skirt. Envisioning this, while also experiencing it, almost sets me over the edge. My breathing is getting heavy but I manage to ask his permission to cum. He acts like he doesn’t hear me and makes me say it at least two or three more times before he says yes.

Thank god he did in that moment because I could not hold off any longer. In this position, with those fingers, I feel like the cum is shooting out of me. I can’t stop moaning, my hips are bucking. I had a lot of build up throughout the day and it feels amazing to have a release. It’s oozing down my legs and I’d put money on the fact that some of my cum sprayed on his naked thighs

He slows his fingering pace as I’m quietening down and gently pulls out of me, rearranging the lace to cover my holes. My knees palu escort are weak but I need more. I always want more.

Looking over my shoulder, I can see he’s already on the couch, with his cock in his hand, watching me with a smirk on his face. At this point in the day, I’ve had enough of wearing clothes. I pull my skirt down over my hips, reach around back and undo the zipper, wiggling it off of my body. With hips and an ass like mine, most clothes don’t just drop to the floor. Next I take my top off and once the air hits my nipples, they are rock hard. Wearing only my black thong and tits looking amazing, I feel so incredibly sexy. Before I do anything else, I pull my hair back and tie it up in a high ponytail.

I walk to the couch and stand in front of him, bringing my right foot and placing it on the couch beside his left thigh. Running my hands over my body, paying close attention to my tits and slowly making my way to my panties. Grabbing the waist band with both hands, I wedge them between my lips, so that the lace can really sop up all the juice. I pull at them for a few moments, never taking my eyes off of his. I’m huge on eye contact and he loves it. “Mmmm you dirty whore” comes out of his mouth and he nods in approval.

At this point, I am beyond ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him until he can’t take it anymore. I place my right foot back down on the floor and turn around, hinging at my hips and peeling my panties off. Bending all the way to the floor, I wiggle my ass a little and spread my legs. He’s getting a full view of my pussy glistening and swollen from all the attention he gave her and the plug still in my asshole. He pulls a little at the base of the plug and then pushes it in, doing this a few times while stroking my slit with his other finger.

We’re going to get carried away if he continues, so I pick the panties up and hand them to him. I want to put them to my nose so badly, but I offer them to my man first. He’s been so patient and I want to be his good girl.

He balls them up in his fist and as I drop to my knees. He brings the lace to his nose, deeply inhaling. I can see his cock twitch and I gently lick from the base of his shaft to the very tip. I do this a few times while he’s lost in my scent and then I take the full length of him in my mouth. The tip touches the very back of my throat and he holds my head down. This drives me crazy and he knows it. When he releases me, I gasp for air, saliva stringing from my mouth and coating him. I immediately bob down for more, hungrily slurping him up and taking his balls into my mouth.

While he’s completely drenched in spit, I gently run my nails along his sack while I suck him hard. Hearing his moans and the sounds of him smelling my panties is almost more than I can bear. I feel myself leaking onto my thighs and I want to slide him inside of me so badly. But I keep worshipping him with my tongue, watching him intently.

Taking my time with him, I slow down to alternating licks and caresses with my nails. I ask him if he’ll please let me see how good the lace smells and he eagerly puts it to my nose. I take it in while I suck and fondle. This combination is unbelievable. I think of the mirror again and how much he’d enjoy watching me at this moment.

I know how much he loves wrapping used panties around himself and stroking with them, so I gently take them out of his hand and weave them around his hard on. Now my panties are in a bunch, but in such a fun way! I slide them up and down his shaft for a few beats before I lower my mouth and tongue the head forcefully. I then slide him all the way in my mouth and now I can smell the crotch of my panties at the same time.

Digging the nails of my left hand into his thighs, I’m jerking him off with my right, sucking him and sniffing myself. It’s all so very hot and we’ve had a massive amount of build up to this moment. I can feel his cock and balls start to seize up and I know what’s about to happen any second.

Just when I think I can get a few more moments in, he grabs my ponytail and yanks my head up and jumps to his feet. Pulling my head back, he grabs his cock and I beg him for his cum. I plead, saying I’ve been such a good girl waiting all day and I need it. On my face, my glasses, in my mouth, dripping down my chin. I’m running my nails on his thighs as he’s holding my head back and he begins spraying all over me. His legs are shaking and his hips are bucking. I hold what I can in my mouth, resisting the urge to swallow, moving it around with my tongue and keeping his gaze.

The eye contact plus the cum all over me gets him good and he shoots another massive load onto my chin. It immediately starts dripping and I take one hand and rub and tweak my nipple with his fresh jizz. He’s still holding my ponytail, smiling down at me. I swallow and then lick him off of my fingers.

Completely spent, he sits back down on the couch and I plop on the floor and lean my back against it. He looks over and smiles at me. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, covered in cum and think about the beating my glasses take from all of our sex play.

He rests his hand on my head and says “fuck, you’re such a good slut”. I smile to myself and know we’ve got another round or two on the agenda tonight.

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ANNA’S NEW BUSINESS O1

It was a slow Friday after a dull and boring week. Anna had already finished her last class and was walking slowly among the noisy crowd that was quickly leaving college. As she crossed the intersection to the next aisle, she heard her friend Emma calling her from behind.

“Hey Freckles! Are you going home?” Emma asked.

“Yes indeed,” Anna replied.

“Any plans for tonight?” Emma asked.

” Just staying at my apartment to watch some TV,” replied Anna nonchalantly.

“Wow… Such a thrilling plan!” mocked Emma.

Anna continued walking, shrugging her shoulders. It was always the same shit every week, although she wasn’t happy with it. She always felt that boys didn’t find her attractive enough to talk to, and those who did were just losers who didn’t even have the slightest chance to invite her on any decent date.

“I have no money to go anywhere, Emma. I’d better not think about it, and Netflix is a good alternative to numb your mind when you are in my situation,” Anna explained.

Emma grabbed her lifelong friend’s shoulder and gave her a comforting hug while smiling. She cared a lot for her best friend, Anna, and wanted her to smile and enjoy. She wanted her naughty friend back from that dark gray attitude.

“How much money do you have left?” Emma asked with curiosity

“Not much. As a matter of fact, I still couldn’t pay my electricity bill. I couldn’t afford the increase in my rent as it also went higher than in previous months” complained Anna.

“Ohh, I see…. Any chance you can ask your mom to send you more money?” Emma asked

“No way! Poor mom!!! She already has three jobs and is paying a lot for my rent and tuition. She can’t take anymore,

“I’m not sure how you handle paying all your bills, going out almost every day, and buying those gorgeous clothes. Isn’t your mom in a similar situation to mine?” protested Anna, her words tinged with unmistakable envy.

Emma smiled once more. A faint blush adorned her face, though it was hardly discernible. She was correct. Anna and Emma had been childhood friends from a rural town far away. Both were children of single mothers and had been acquainted with financial constraints from a young age. However, somehow or another, Emma appeared to have recently discovered a way out of those challenges.

“Don’t give me that look. I know what you’re thinking…

“I don’t want to work as a waitress in a bar or a McDonald’s cashier, getting paid two dollars and ending up exhausted every day,” she spouted.

There was an awkward silence as both continued walking through the streets. Suddenly, Anna shot a sharp glance at Emma. It was as if something had struck her, a realization about the implications of Emma’s words.

“No way I’m getting into drug selling or something similar,” she stated. She suddenly stopped her walk and gave Emma a harsh look

“No. No… it’s nothing about that. Did you think I would ever put my best friend Freckles at risk?” Emma said with a surprised face

“Is it porn? Prostitution?” Anna wondered laughing

“Not quite like that… I’m not a prostitute!!!” Emma replied, with a bit of shame, trying to avoid getting into details.

There was another long silence, and as Anna furrowed her eyebrows, she kept guessing what all this was about. On the other hand, Emma struggled to find the best way to communicate what she wanted to say to Anna.

“Do you trust me, Freckles?” Emma said holding her hand

“Always,” Anna replied, looking at her.

“I can only say that what I have to show you has a lot of fun and excitement. I enjoy this income every time… And it pays fairly well…

“I might confess it has to do with sex, but in an anonymous and careful way. Nobody will ever know who you are. Nobody will be able to trace you to this activity. I’ve been doing this for two years and you didn’t even notice… Did you?” she revealed

Anna paused to think about it. She had always trusted her entire life to her lifelong friend Emma. There were lots of questions in her mind, but as they had already reached her apartment, she didn’t want to leave her curiosity unfulfilled. Emma was about to continue her way home and Anna wanted to solve this puzzle before she left.

Emma cut off her friends’ words “Let’s do this… I’m going to surprise you. I’ll bet you 20 dollars that you’ll love it.

“Don’t mind paying me if I’m right. You’re already broke” she proposed with a mischievous smile. It was a take-it-or-leave-it challenge.

“Wow … Are you that sure…?” Anna reacted with a surprised smile.

Anna had never seen her friend so excited and sure. There was something particularly strong behind the way her words sounded. A spark in her eyes was undoubtedly a guarantee that she meant what she was saying

Emma went directly to the point, “I will be picking you up here at 22hs tonight,

“If you decide to come with me, you’ll finally understand what this is all about”. “But…Emma…

“I don’t feel nişantaşı escort comfortable about being sexy and seducing someone… I’m not that sexy. I have no luck in sex. I don’t recall the last time I had good sex. Men have always been jerks with me,” Anna said, putting a lot of excuses in her way.

“Trust me Freckles. Calm down and trust me… ” Said Emma, stopping her from continuing her objections

There was an uncomfortable silence between them

“I’ll pick you up here at 10PM. Be sure to wear any pretty skirt of yours. Dress sexy. Prepare yourself to spend an awesome night, and leave all other things in my hands. Let me surprise you,” said Emma

“You’re nuts, ” replied Anna with a smile in her face

Emma raised her hand in the air, and Anna complied with a high-five. When she went upstairs, she opened her apartment door, leaving everything on the table as soon as she got in. Then, she lay down on her bed for a while. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, her mind lost. Her mother’s face appeared in her mind, in front of her, as she felt some hesitation and perhaps a bit of guilt building up in her mind.

“What are you about to do, Miss?” Her mind questioned herself. But some wetness in her panties, the idea of sex contact she missed so much, and for so long, was something she couldn’t ignore. Her mind struggled between her mother’s look at her, and a proposal she knew would be amazing.

She played some chilling music on her laptop, trying to bring her mind to rest. She also took her usual meditation time to release the muscular tension, as she always did. Sometimes, it was her only way to dispel that train of upsetting thoughts. As her body tension receded, she was able to feel her bed engulfing her. Slowly, she fell asleep.

As her phone and laptop insistently beeped for an incoming message she woke up. Startled, she took notice of the hour looking at the clock beside her bed. It was 9:15 and she realized she had overslept. Her mind was running trying to focus on the things she had to do.

Anna jumped out of bed in a rush and ran to the shower. She played the audio message from Emma on the loudspeakers. It was just a reminder about the appointment, with Emma joking and challenging her, questioning if she was going to chicken out. A second message followed, this time in a more commanding tone, telling her not to dare overthink it.

Anna smiled while listening to her friend Emma and the way she patronized her. She loved it. Emma had always been kind of an older sister for her. As she finished showering, she looked at herself in the mirror. Despite having a pretty body, slender legs, a pair of turgid tits, and a beautiful freckled face, she felt not confident with her assets. She dried and brushed her beautiful redhead hair with some soft curls that she knew made her more interesting. She applied some makeup to highlight her wonderful eyes with mascara and some of her favorite red lipstick.

“What should I wear?” she asked herself

Opening her dorm drawers and closet, she took white cotton panties with pink naive details and a matching bra. It might seem childish, but she loved how they looked on her. Then she remembered Emma’s words about wearing a skirt. She picked a traditional plaid skirt she loved from late high school adventures, and a beautiful light blue blouse that she felt matched. Even when her mind was racing about what Emma had in store for her, and her thoughts painted the most lustful scenarios, she didn’t want to look too easy, too slutty. She preferred that “next-door girl” image, despite what was to happen.

Suddenly the doorbell took her back from her inner thoughts to reality as Emma was getting to her apartment right away. When she opened the door Emma smiled loving what she saw

“You look awesome, Freckles,

“Are you ready?” asked Emma, admiring her friend’s look.

Anna kept wandering around her bedroom. It seemed like she would take forever.

“You look stunning. Remember not to overthink it,” Emma added while touching her forehead.

Anna struggled a bit to choose a pair of shoes that matched and made sense. Emma softly laughed at her distress and helped her find some high heels that she felt comfortable with.

“Stop beating around, Anna! Let yourself flow! ” said Emma smirking

Anna blushed when she looked back at Emma. She knew her so well. She was right as she realized she was actually avoiding leaving.

An Uber Emma called was waiting outside, and after putting some perfume on, both girls got downstairs and entered the car. Emma was holding Anna’s nervous hands.

“Trust me. You’ll remember this night in the future, and it will be amazing” Emma assured Anna as the car started.

The driver looked at them through the mirror, trying to guess what they were talking about. Nothing, in particular, gave him a clue that they were out for something special. They looked like any other next door girls heading nusaybin escort to have a little fun in a disco. As they went through the streets, Anna looked through the car’s windows, enjoying the ride.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at their destination. It was a secluded area of the city, and the building seemed to be like a typical nightclub from the outside, with two bouncers at the door. This was the kind of place Anna always thought she couldn’t afford to go, and nobody invited her to. It was nice to have the chance again to get to party. She got out of the car and looked at the club. Observing the girls around, she felt a bit underdressed, and her mind was about to start thinking again when she felt her arm strongly pulled by Emma. She guided her to the entrance, pulling her out of her recurring thoughts.

Emma greeted both bouncers, and they allowed them to enter with a smile. The powerful sound of music emanated from behind them. As Anna looked to her side, she noticed a bunch of people forming a large queue outside. Suddenly, she felt confident as both she and Emma entered the overcrowded disco. They navigated through the crowded hall, and Emma guided Anna to a particular door. Once the door closed behind them, the music’s volume decreased, although they could still feel the bass trembling in their bodies.

They both descended the stairs, immersing themselves in the ambiance of the disco music and indistinct chatter behind. Passing through a couple more doors, Emma led the way to John’s office. A meme sign adorned the door, reading “BOSS. Beware… HE BITES,” with a cheerful pug’s face meme underneath. Anna found it amusing.

Emma knocked on the door and entered. John left his phone on his desk and embraced Emma in a long and affectionate hug. Anna observed him, noticing how he grabbed her waist and pulled her close in a more than intimate manner. She suddenly realized that maybe Emma knew him in more ways than she might think.

John, clad in an expensive suit, radiated the aura of a powerful and wealthy man relishing his position as the club’s CEO, evident in his opulent office. Although it might have triggered some alerts about potential danger, Anna trusted Emma so implicitly that she reassured herself not to be intimidated by it. Settling onto a blue velvet sofa, she immersed herself in the numerous pictures of stunning women dancing in the club. Would she be able to dance like that?

Then John glanced at Anna.

“It’s rude you didn’t introduce your friend,

“Are you going to let me know her?” he demanded.

“She’s Freckles, my half sister,” Emma told him.

“I love sisters, twins and that kind of stuff,” he jocked

“Not from the same mother,” Emma added, trying to get his attention off Anna.

“She’s stunning,” John said with a wicked smile. “Wonder if she will be as good as you are,”

He was evidently the ruler here, and Emma should be subtle and gentle with him. A handsome young man, dressed with style and attitude, he exuded a commanding presence. Anna blushed once again, feeling drawn to his charm. Her mind raced, trying to assess whether she should say anything or let Emma handle the situation.

“I want Freckles to experience level I booths tonight,” Emma said going straight to the point

“Is she good? Does she know what it takes?” he continued asking while raising his eyebrow.

“What do you think, John?” Emma asked.

“Please. Stand up Freckles, and give us a chance to admire you,” said John.

Anna blushed like a red apple at that moment. She felt so flattered by his words that she would have complied with whatever he commanded her. She stood up and got closer. John approached her, putting his hand over her waist and making her turn around a couple of times.

“Do you approve her?” Emma asked.

“Hmmm… maybe I have to take a closer look,” he said, smirking.

“You’re always the same.” laughed Emma.

Anna got suddenly frozen about what he implied. Did he just say he would want to test her? Did he meant fucking her? Her mind was racing again and her legs started to feel stuck, unable to move. Fortunately Emma came to her rescue.

“Give her a break!!” Emma interceded “Don’t you ever have enough? Let her know your club first”.

John didn’t appreciate being halted in that manner, but somehow Emma’s influence over him proved effective. Anna expressed gratitude for her friend’s expertise and made a mental note to inquire about how to handle John.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he acquiesced, “but you know I can’t have a mediocre performance in my club. Can you guarantee that she’ll deliver what’s expected?” he demanded.

“Of course, John. You can consider her just as good as me,” she said.

“OK then… You’ll be accountable for her performance from now on,” he sentenced.

You could feel a heavy mood in that room at the moment.

“Is she old enough?” John added when he noticed her plaid skirt.

“Oh… That? odunpazarı escort She loves playing the little girl… Of course she’s old enough. I will never let you down. You know me” – said Emma.

Reluctantly, John opened a drawer and retrieved a golden plastic card. He slid it into the reader until a beep confirmed its connection to the system. Typing something on his notebook, he then turned to Emma and asked.

“What would her nickname be?” John asked.

“Freckles,” Emma said and smiled without even looking at Anna.

Anna felt a sense of astonishment and realized it was best to keep her thoughts to herself, trusting Emma as much as Emma trusted her. John’s words lingered in her mind: “You’ll be accountable for her performance.” What kind of performance? Would she be up to the occasion?

“I’ll be looking at her performance records closely,” John pointed, raising his finger.

Her lifetime friend took the card with a smile. She gave a long french kiss to John and whispered something in his ear. He caressed her waist going down to her ass, but she slipped out before he grabbed her. Emma took Anna’s hand and they both left the office.

As they exited John’s area Anna stopped Emma and cornered her to the next wall. She had an intimidating stern look in her eyes

“Are you serious? Did you fuck that guy?” inquired Anna.

“Yes… And no… ” replied Emma with a smile on her face.

“Don’t bullshit me Emma. Did you, or did you not? There’s no other option sis,” Anna demanded.

“You won’t understand Anna,” Emma excused herself.

“You did!!!” Said Anna smirking.

Emma blushed and shaked her head with a unconcealable smile in her face

“Oh… I see… And he was really good at it… You’re very bad at hiding emotions from me, my dear,” said Anna, reading her friend’s face and kissing her on her lips.

“I promise to tell you all about it in some time. You should know certain things first,

“You haven’t even entered today’s booths,” said Emma while pointing to the door in front of them.

There was a black security door with a “LVL I” sign on it. Some people with spare time had drawn several naughty graffiti and obscene words on it. Anna suddenly came back to the reality of the purpose of her visit to the club. Her face revealed a mixed emotion between curiosity, arousal and yet fear of the unknown.

“So. We’ve finally reached the golden moment, Freckles. It’s your last chance to chicken out if you choose to,” Emma said, looking into Anna’s eyes.

“May I trust you won’t ruin my life?” Anna asked, placing her hands around hers.

“I’ll never let you down, Freckles,” Emma assured her.

“Let’s get started then,” Anna said with a sincere smile.

Although all she had talked with Emma, Anna’s legs were trembling, and her hands were shaky and perspiring. Emma approached the door handle. Anna really didn’t know what to expect on the other side of that door, but curiosity was strong.

“Wait!” Anna said.

“What’s up now?” replied Emma in protest.

“What’s your nickname here?” Anna asked with a mischievous smile in her eyes.

Emma made a pause as she always felt ashamed with her nickname

“They call me ‘Juicy’,” answered Emma

“I have to see that!” Anna laughed relaxing a bit

Upon entering and closing the door behind them, the girls encountered a wooden floor arrangement with four booths partitioned by thick, dark red curtains. As Anna ascended a petite three-step ladder, she sensed a hollow resonance beneath her feet. The atmosphere was orderly and refined, with the four booths illuminated by blue lights to signify their availability.

Emma situated herself at booth 1, while Anna claimed booth number 2. Feeling a bit disoriented about what to do, Anna looked to Emma for guidance. Following Emma’s lead, she pulled aside the heavy curtain to establish visibility between them.

Emma began by lifting a lid that covered the entire mechanism. Anna was surprised by what she saw underneath. There was a deep pit dimly illuminated by the reflection of outside light. Anna could discern a thin padded cushion at the back, seemingly held in place by a vertical bar.

Anna observed Emma’s actions from her standing position. There was an improvised ladder of sorts that assisted Emma in descending. She settled onto the padded cushion, placing her feet in what seemed to be two deep stirrups. Once in position, Emma pressed a positioning button on the inner side of the lid she had opened, aligning her waist with the floor level. She then inserted her card into a small slot on the right side of the screen, causing the computerized display to come to life. Another rumbling sound commenced, and Anna watched in awe as the floor closed gently around Emma’s waist.

“You must be kidding me Emma!!” Anna said completely astonished

“Do you feel confident doing it on your own?” asked Emma “or would you prefer some help?”.

“You’re nuts… you’re nuts!! you’re nuts!!” Anna kept on repeating.

“Ok. Are you in? Or should I say John you chickened out?” challenged Emma with a smirk on her face.

Anna was a bit reluctant to follow her lifelong friend after what she saw. She felt kind of frozen by all that complicated stuff. A sheer sensation of claustrophobia even crossed her mind. But music was playing and now she must dance, or deceive her friend.

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My First Experience

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I often at times think back to my first ever fetish experience…

Freshly turning 19 and slowly grasping the big city, I started to explore new cultures. Some were less frisky and some were very unique, some of them even led to me developing an addiction. However, I knew personally there still remained a gap that I had not fulfilled yet.

Put simply, I secretly adored two things:

The glossed shine of smooth tight latex: Beit gloves, corsets, collars, hoods or catsuits, watching a woman in the black material tingled my helpless body with potent arousal through my veins. I yearned to lick the material, desperately sucking those gloved fingers in my mouth and taking the abuse for hopes to gain approval for the ultimate prize…

Licking a mistress’ unzipped sweaty latex crotch.

Being under the property of a strong woman: challenged by the status quo of our current society, I was always forced to accept that they were submissive to men. But I knew that was far from the truth… Dominantly strong women are fucking hot and are insanely smart. They’re timely, respectful, passionate and full of surprises. Your weaknesses become their strengths and in return their demands become your needs.. both mold the dynamic into a bliss that pushes your abilities but ultimately (given the right domme) stays within your boundaries.

And so, it was only a matter of time to make those fantasies come true ( and oh boy what a lesson to learn).

The first thing no one tells you is how nervous it is contacting a professional domme for the first time. Whether its’ scrolling through the website to find the email or looking at services available, writing a message and hitting the submit button is like taking the red pill for the matrix, your world is about to be flipped upside down. You’re no longer just imagining things anymore, you’re finally exposing all your dirty little secrets to someone who will use them against you.

After a week of back and forth messages and requests, I finally arrive to the location. Dressed in a black shirt and black jeans I stood outside, staring at the door heart pounding with anticipation.

The building was simple, It’s the one you see all the time, yeah that one! an iron fence and simple brick walls and roof ontop… But yet here was this young teen in a nervous wreck standing outside knowing in 5 minutes he would be crawling like a dog on a leash… You just never knew…

Not experienced in the feeling of “taboo” I felt “gritty”, as if something dirty was going to happen to me. Will I be a mess?, Was I about to be cut or scarred? what happens if I get forced?, what’s my safeword?, does anyone know what im about to do? etc.

Message 4:15PM: Have you arrived yet?

quickly typing: “Yes Mistress, I am at the front of the gate.”

Good Boy. shivers down my spine

I hear the lock twist and the door swing, It was her…

Cladded in a tight black rubber catsuit darker than the night.. It teased the proportions of her sleek thighs and rounded ass. Frontally, the catsuit tightly wrapped around her mound down to the parting of her warm cameltoe spiralling my thoughts and fantasies into her submission.

Her face was gorgeous, she had slick red lips with a soft face to melt you in bliss, only to be pierced by the sharpness in the pupil of her eyes commanding your service.

“Hello boy, come in.”

I followed in a trance to the knocking of her black stiletto boots on the hardwood. Couldn’t tell if they örnekköy escort were 4 or 6inches, I was too fixated on how they wrapped up to her knees holding all the sweat from the catsuit inside. What aroused me more was if there was latex covered feet from stockings or rubber socks. The only thing stopping me was her permission and making 20 lace holes.

Inside the dark room was a kink lovers playground. You could imagine as any professional kinkster, this was filled with all the tools necessary… Gags in all shapes to run drool along your chin, Blindfolds for your physical attention, ropes whips and chains to tie you up into all sorts of pretzel shapes and many phallus shaped objects for (well you know what).

She sat on the leather bench and said:

“undress” then later pointing her index finger towards the floor.

As I was lowering on my knees, one of her black slicked legs pressed on my shoulder, calved black stilettos piercing my chest.

Signalling me by raising her chin, her leg pulled me towards her. I exposed my neck to be collared to her submission.

I knew there wasn’t anything else at that point in time, no individuality, no sense of freedom or sense of initiative… I was only to respond to the jolts of the leather around my neck…

I was hers.

Not only did that pump the blood to my cock, but I was also having a revolution being inches away from her rubber coated pussy. I could feel the warmth of it heating up the tight suit, a smell of wet desire, tinged with the acrid smell of rubber sending my dick rock hard.

Pushing me away, she beams my attention.

“So slave, have you ever been owned or been under a “mistress” before?”

“No, I used to just go online and look on chats for mistresses to serve online but not anymore cause they just scam my money.”

Yes it’s quite common, glad to see you’ve made an effort though. You’ve never even been to a party? or been with someone kinky?

“No I haven’t had the time to go to those parties, Also i’ve never been in a relationship since middle school!. Even then it was just another small fling nothing common.”

I see… but there’s got to be sometime when you’ve been into this scene no?

“I just see it alot on porn mistress, nothing else. I never knew anyone who actually dressed similar to you now mistress.”

I’ve noticed you kept mentioning it. But tell me, there must be something more…hmm? You are willing to come here after all.

Her eyes stared into me as she tugged the leash. The smell of her hair wafted through me, It was a sweet scent just strong enough to overcome the rubber.

“I don’t know mistress, I just wanted to be of your service or to be used by you!”

“Good…”

I feel her boot push my shoulder down again. This time all the way down to the floor with my face hugging her other boot, towering me.

“Why don’t we start with licking? I like my boots clean slave.”

With my jaw agape, my tongue caressed all over her dark shiny boots. They tasted exactly how I expected, plasticky and bitter. Not that it mattered… submission is service and that was my plan. Leaving no surfaces dry with the thickness of my gooey spit, I could shine her shoes for hours.

Slamming her other leg knocking on the floor “Now this one.”

As I kneeled like a dog hugging her calf like a pole, I could hear the unmistakable crinkles of another latex garment. Shovelling her hands osmancık escort with lube, the gloves slid into her finger one by one wrapping her gorgeous hands into bold black digits. As she rolled up the gloves you could hear the air being forced out all the way until her elbows.

Suddenly, I knew her touch would be stronger. I’ve never felt the touch of latex on my skin.. I was too scared to get garments.

I could feel the warmth of her hands glide on my skin. She clawed her hands to imitate scratching me but it was pure arousal. The latex warmed me making my body aware of the cold dark dungeon, I ached for her palms to glide across the contours of my body.

Throwing my head back from the bliss, a single fingertip drew a line from my chest to my chin and then into my mouth. The next thing i realised was suddenly two fingers, three, four, try five… thrusting down my throat as i gagged drawing webs of my spit rubbed along my face.

“Hmmm, this mouth is more useful than shining my boots. Now get up.”

She led me to the cross with my back against the board. Right leg cuffed… Left leg cuffed… Right arm high… cuffed Left arm high… cuffed. Sliding her warmth away I felt exposed. My legs were spread, leaving nothing but my dangling balls and cock for her to see followed uptop stretching my chest having my nipples lay bare.

Her fingers pinched my left nipple, Harder and harder. I cowered in pain trying to resist the rubbery vice straining on the cross dropping my knees to get away from the pinching. Worse was that every time I dropped to move, she held on tighter stretching my nipples forward leaving me teary eyed.

The red lips then suckled my pain away, drooling her tongue in circles to bring me back grabbing my hips.

“I think I like you this way… don’t you think? Like a towel to be dried.”

I replied, bare colder with her lipstick spit on my nipples, “Yes mistress, I’m cold.”

“This should warm you up.”

Her slicked hands grabbed a flogger, that bastard was at least 10 inches. She started off slow brushing the velvet leather onto my chest and lower legs each time swinging back in a circle motion, picking up the speed and momentum of the flogger.

Then the silence was interrupted…

THWACK

As each strong of leather stung across my chest

THWACK

The flogger cutting the air, whipping my belly

THWACK

Another… getting close to the lower legs teasing the head of my cock.

THWACK

Oooh! right on my dick!, that was personal…

Given the pain I also felt pleasure. For the first time I wasn’t really thinking about how or what I was doing. My mind was too occupied trying to tell when I would be whipped, It felt fucking amazing being under her control.

Body stinging with warm aftershocks, she came up close and nudged her body on me close to my ear.

“How was that slave? How did you feel?.”

“So warm now Mistress, thank you for showing me something new.” I could feel her catsuit again, the rubber its shine, the gloss, the smell, her warmth, holy shit I feel powerless to her I’m aching for more… driving me mad with her slick thighs rubbing against my throbbing member slipping on lubed latex.

“You’ve gotten so far already and tried so much new stuff, good boy.”

“Thank you mistress… Tha-” the knee jerked into my balls, pulling the breath out of my bliss into pure pain.

“Let’s finish of osmangazi escort with something… different too. I think you’ll like this one.” Uncuffed and released, she made me hop onto the leather bench.

“Face down, ass up, kneel.” She dragged my hands forward cuffing them to the front of the straps. Behind my legs were then separated by a chrome spreader bar exposing my shaved taint and balls.

This one I asked for, I was told that the real forbidden fruit of a man’s desire rested in the anus. I wasn’t gay and genuinely didn’t want to know what the feeling of a hard throbbing cock rammed into my ass would be like. I was uneasy but really determined to push on by her control, I just wanted to feel her touch again. I trusted her.

Her rubber fingers rimmed the cold lube around my ass. Like my mouth before, she slowly inserted one finger then two, breathe… three… In and out… It felt like I was taking a shit, I fucking hated it.

That all changed when she started curling her fingers down pressing on my prostate. I felt the sharpest rush of pure arousal, making me twitch my cock and relax my shoulders.

No longer did her crotch expose her cameltoe pussy but in place was a silver ring held by a harness across her waist. She slid a cone shaped dildo into the holder and drooled the lube across the member.

“Lets fuck, slave virgin ass…”

I felt it glide in slowly penetrating my walls, filling up my ass. There was nothing to stop her she was coming in and breaking my innocence. Each inch she moved my ass was stretched wider and wider with me clenching on the thick dildo tickling the base of my cock leaking the built up precum.

As her pelvis met my bum she reversed and thrusted again… I lost control of my breath. She gripped my waist and sped up.

Faster and faster…

Lube dripping down my tight cum filled balls.

Faster and faster…

As she clinched my waist harder, each thrust of her slick pelvis rocking me forward

Faster and faster…

The nub texture of the dildo grinding its bumpy waves on my prostate.

Harder and harder now…

I’m fucking overwhelmed, my legs are shaking my jaw is agape desperately looking for more oxygen from the pleasure…

Deeper and deeper…

She’s broken me, I can’t help it… my body is shivering, Her warm latex embrace melting me into her absorbing my lust, I yearn for more… letting out a moan…

“Thank youuuu mistresss… uuuughh”

She shoves those rubber fingers in my mouth, forcing down my throat exploring my mouth.. rubbing the contours inside to drown my voice into the spit that leaks on the bench.

I want more… please I want more.. I want more… take me mistress please… the thoughts rushing in my head, eyes rolling back.

“Cum for me!” as she panted!

Shots of white bliss fired across the leather bench… lines, ropes after sticky rope the cum busted out the tip of my penis. I felt a release of all the built up tension inside my balls and moaned into her gloves.

A pure electric jolt of love filled my whole body as every time I came I clenched onto the strap on forcing my muscles to reroute the energy to the base of my cock jetting more cum… a cycle of pleasure.

“I think you enjoyed that well… I don’t think I’d need to ask now do I?”

Slumped on the leather bench with the cum leaking on my knees, she kissed my back and cuddled me, slowly building my posture back up and releasing the restraints.

“Thank you mistress, I’m in shock, thank you thank you thank you.”

Her embrace gave me a moment to reflect on the whole experience. I showered, and later we continued to chat about our lives ending the night.

Sometimes I still think back to her after my moment of bliss. That is to lick the sweat off of her catsuit of course!

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Debbie – Birthday Surprise

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Saturday morning, I came out to the kitchen where Debbie was having her first cup of coffee, and her third cigarette. She had been rather withdrawn the last two days, and I think I just found out why. I looked at her for a moment, gazing at her beautiful face while pulling a cheek hollowing drag of her cigarette, sucking in as much smoke and nicotine as she possibly could. God she was gorgeous. I snapped out of it, and shook my head a little.

“Umm, I just got off the phone with Linda.” I started, and saw Deb physically tense up. “I wanted to see why Al didn’t show up here last night for our… uhh… first weekly session. He’s not answering his cell phone, so I called her to make sure everything is ok. The last thing I want is for you to get pissed he didn’t come here, and send those pics you took of him fucking my ass to her.”

Debbie didn’t look at me, but took a huge double pump of her cigarette. She held it for a few seconds before letting it out.

I continued “She told me she kicked him out, and is filing for divorce. She wouldn’t go into details, but she said he changed… considerably. But you already knew about that didn’t you.”

Debbie took another drag, and slowly exhaled it as she turned to me. “Yes. I ran into him the other day, and he told me. Don’t worry. I’m not sending those pics. I actually deleted them all.” She turned back, took another drag, and didn’t seem like she was going to give any further details.

“Care to elaborate?” I asked her. It was then I noticed a small tear run down her face. “Debbie, what’s going on? Ever since you came home Thursday night, you have hardly said a word. I know you got fucked, and you didn’t let me clean you like you always do. Does this have anything to do with Al?”

“I can’t talk to you about it.” she said as she stubbed out her cigarette, and got up quickly to head to the bedroom. I followed her, but she closed the door, and locked it behind her. I decided that whatever was wrong, she would tell me when she was ready.

A little while later, I could smell what could only be pot coming from the bedroom. I was a little concerned since she had never done that before that I was aware of. I walked down the hall towards the bedroom, and it was unmistakable. I knocked, and she told me to go away.

“I know you’re smoking pot in there.” I said through the locked door. “When did you start doing that?” No answer from her. Finally, I had enough. “Open the door, or I’ll open it myself.”

After about 10 seconds, I heard her unlock it, but she didn’t open it. I took a deep breath, opened it myself, and walked in. The room was a haze of cigarette and pot smoke. She was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette, and by the look of her eyes, was stoned pretty good.

“I want to know right now what the hell is going on.” I said as calmly as I could. “Are you ok?”

Debbie looked at me, and shook her head no. “If I tell you what happened, you have to swear you won’t do anything. I mean it!” she said with a very scared look on her face.

I contemplated for a moment before replying “Ok, I swear. Now… what’s going on?”

She took a deep breath, and then proceeded to tell me everything that happened when she hooked up with Ron, the man she met at the bar two nights ago. The chains, the shackles, the torture, being fucked in all of her holes by huge black cocks relentlessly for hours. Then she paused as she lit up another cigarette. I was staring at her wide-eyed, and was simultaneously pissed and aroused. She was quiet for a few more moments. I finally prodded her to tell me the rest.

She looked at me, and tears started rolling down her face. “It was all orchestrated… by Al” she finally said. I started turning beat red. “He wouldn’t say my name. He just kept calling me… Slut. He told me it was payback for forcing him to fuck you, and getting him hooked on cigarettes. The last thing he said to me was… that if I said anything to you or the police, that he would have me killed. And I believe him. So you absolutely can’t do or say anything to anyone! Ever!” and she started crying harder.

I was completely torn. Part of me wanted to just hold her, and another part of me wanted to go find Al and kill him myself. But I swore to her that I wouldn’t do anything, so I held her as tight as I could.

“Please don’t do anything!” she begged me. “I don’t know if he has a plan in place, or if he was bluffing. I don’t want to find out though!” she said, and took a huge double pump drag. She held it in as she put her head on my shoulder. She finally released it after about 15 seconds, and looked up at me. “You swore.”

I looked down at her “I won’t. But I hope to God I never see him again.”

“I’m sorry. He was your best friend, and I fucked everything up.” she said as she started crying again.

I finally said “It’s ok. You did what you thought was right.” I didn’t really think that, but I wasn’t about to lecture her. Al and I hadn’t really of escort been close since high school, so it actually didn’t bother me too much. “But I do hope you don’t plan on doing something like that again.” I said, and laughed. She chuckled a little through her tears.

She sat up, took one last deep drag, exhaled, and looked at me. “I don’t think I want to be slut anymore. It’s a bit crazy out there! After what happened the other night, and a few other guys that just got too rough with me on occasion, I just don’t know if it’s really worth it.” She turned, and put her cigarette out. She looked back at me, with glazed, half closed eyes. She was still somewhat stoned, but I think she knew what she was saying.

I looked at her dumbfounded. Crazy for me to say, but I actually love the fact that she’s a total slut. I was at a loss for words. I know she was scared shitless, but I didn’t want her to give up this life. I certainly didn’t! I love when she comes home full of another man’s cum, so I can reclaim her. But ultimately, the choice was hers. After a few moments of her looking at me questioningly, I nodded, and said it was ok.

She smiled at me, and lit up another cigarette. She turned towards me, and exhaled slowly in my face. “I’m so fucking horny right now!” I knew it was the pot talking, but I was still immediately turned on. Smoke was still drifting out of her mouth as she parted my lips with her tongue, and kissed me harder than she had in a few weeks. I pulled back, and undid her blouse and bra. Her tits were perky and just asking to be sucked. As I was switching back and forth, she was taking huge drags and exhaling down in my face. I couldn’t take much more. I laid her down, and pulled her shorts off. Her pussy gleaming in the light. She was soaked, and it looked so inviting, that I dove right in. Even two days later, her pussy was still swollen, and somewhat stretched. God I wished I had been able to reclaim her when she got home that night!

She laid back, and smoked two more cigarettes while I just lapped at her beautiful pussy. Licking the edges, her clit, and diving my tongue in and out of her, driving her crazy. She came twice in 15 minutes.

She then told me to get undressed. I did and she had me lay on my back. I lit up and enjoyed her mouth on my cock and balls for the next 20 minutes. She switched back and forth from just the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock to full on throat fucking. She’d lick my balls lightly, and then had both of them in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Then she’d rim my ass. All while smoking one cigarette after another. There was no pattern, and I didn’t know what to expect next.

I finally told her that if she wanted to fuck, that it was now or never. She smiled and straddled me. For being as stretched as she was, she still felt incredible on my 7″ cock. She smiled as she rode me slowly. I think she may have worried that she wasn’t going to feel it as much, being so stretched out. Also, from what she told me, she was pretty well abused and may have thought it would hurt too much. Seems she was ok though. She stopped for a moment to light up. She dangled the cigarette from the corner of her mouth, and started riding me harder and faster as she took drag after drag. Her head rolled back, and she started shuddering as she started cumming. That, of course, drove me over the edge, and I exploded in her sopping wet pussy. She sat on me for a few minutes until I started to go soft. Then she rolled over, put out her cigarette, and fell asleep curled up in my arms.

True to her word, she stopped being a slut. For the next three months, she was completely faithful. She didn’t even want to play with Henry and Timmy, my two other good friends. They couldn’t understand why, and I couldn’t tell them it was a mostly a result of what Al had put her through. I just told them that the slut thing was just a phase, and it wasn’t fun for her anymore. Which was mostly true.

I absolutely hated it. Oh, I still loved her, and the sex was better than ever, but I missed her fucking my friends, and coming home with a used, swollen, dripping wet pussy. Crazy as that sounds, I missed it. It started becoming an obsession with me how to get her back into that life that I know she used to love. Whenever I asked her about it, or if she missed it, she would smile, and say absolutely not. She was perfectly happy with my cock. I would smile, but inside I was cringing.

She even cut down on her cigarette smoking. She went from four packs a day down to one, and started exercising more. She did supplement the lack of cigarettes with more pot. Not a lot, but she was smoking it at least 3 or 4 times a week now. I was ok with that, as long as it didn’t lead to something more serious. She told me not to be upset, but she was planning on quitting smoking cigarettes totally by the middle of the month. onikişubat escort She said she was ok with me continuing to smoke though, so I didn’t have to worry about that. I gave a small smile. Her 24th birthday was her planned stop date. That was only two weeks away. I was miserable.

A few days later, I was playing around on the computer when I ran across the swinging website we had joined months ago. Sexy Smoking Swingers, or SSS for short. I had completely forgotten about it. Deb had also apparently, as it said it had been over five months since the last log in. I hesitated for a moment, and logged in. There were a quite few unopened emails. Nothing that struck my fancy though. I saw a few from Patty and Jerry, inviting us to a few different parties. I laughed a little, and deleted them. The only party of theirs that we went to was almost a disaster.

I just cruised around the site for a bit. I saw what looked like a hot date section. Curious, I clicked on it. Apparently, if you wanted to let people know you were available on a certain day and time, you could just post it and see who replies. Easier than sending out emails to people that, 9 times out of 10, would get no response. I bookmarked that page, and turned off the computer. I had a lot of thinking to do.

The next week was uneventful. Deb had cut down to between five and ten a day. She switched to light cigarettes as well. My smoking intake stayed the same at two packs a day. I noticed that whenever I lit up, she found a reason to leave the room. I don’t know if it was a subconscious thing on her part, but I started thinking of how she was before I forced her to start smoking. She was unhappy, and made my life miserable with her constant barrage of how she couldn’t stand the fact that I smoked. I felt her pulling away, if only just a little. She said she had no problem with me continuing to smoke, but I knew better.

When I lit up earlier this morning, she jumped up from the couch and said she had errands to run. I went to kiss her, and she turned her head as my lips landed on her cheek. She looked at me, smiled just a little, and headed out. That was the final straw. I knew I was going to lose her if I didn’t do something, and quick.

That was when I made my decision. She needed to become a full fledged smoke slut again. It wasn’t going to work for us unless that happened. I logged on to the computer and went to the website. I changed the perameters, so that single men would be able to see our page, and contact us. I then clicked on the hot date section, and typed in the info that I wanted for our date.

‘Cum One, Cum All! Giving my girlfriend a surprise Birthday Gangbang! Saturday, July 12th, between 8pm and 2am at a local ‘No Tell Motel’. If you’re chosen, the location will be sent to you. Single or married, somewhat fit, well-endowed men between the ages of 25 and 45. No flakes. Face and cock pics in your response or you’ll be blocked. BYOB.’ The final line… ‘No condoms.’

I sat back with my finger over the send button. I pulled away, and lit up, reading and re-reading what I had typed. After a moment, I hit send. I then went to a local hotel site that accommodated smoking, and booked a smoking room with 2 King-sized beds. One for fucking, and one for us to sleep it off after she was done. After printing out the confirmation, I turned off the computer.

I waited a few days before logging back on. I was off on Wednesday, and knew Debbie had to work, so I figured it would be a good time to go through the slew of emails I was expecting, and pick out who I thought would be a good match. I wasn’t wrong. There were well over a hundred emails. I went to the kitchen, poured a huge mug of coffee, went back to the room, and got comfortable.

Before I started, I texted Henry and Timmy to see if we could meet up for Happy Hour. I said I had a few things I wanted to talk about with them. They both texted back within a few minutes, and said that they’d love to meet up. I set the time and place, and told them I’d see them later in the afternoon.

I went through, and perused the emails quickly. I deleted a lot from men I knew she would have no interest in due to being in the wrong age bracket, or not her type. There were several with no face or cock pics that I deleted without even looking over. I blocked them as well. There were also quite a few from men that lived well over 100 miles away. I decided to only keep the ones that lived within a 25 mile radius. That way, when they were done using her, they could leave with no reason or excuse for them to stay. There were a few multiple emails from men wanting to know why I hadn’t yet responded. A bit too pushy for my liking. Blocked. The list dwindled down to about 30 people. Then I went through them again at a much slower pace and read each one. There were a couple of guys who looked ok, but just sounded either weird or desperate. I ended with ordu escort 25 men that fit my perameters. Of those 25, I had a feeling that more than half of them would flake, and be no shows. I decided to invite all of them, being pretty sure we’d end up with about 10, which would be perfect.

I sent a group email to all 25 men, telling them where to be at the appointed time. I also suggested that they each bring a carton of Marlboro Red 100’s as a birthday gift for her. Cigarettes aren’t cheap I thought to myself, and chuckled. I also said that since it’s a surprise, to not be late, or they would not get in.

I then made two separate phone calls requesting some expert help in a few areas. I explained what had been going on with her not being a slut anymore, and trying to give up smoking. I asked if they could help me get her back on what I considered the right track. They were more than receptive to my requests. I thanked them both and told them I would see them Saturday.

A few hours later, I met Timmy and Henry. I hadn’t seen them as much lately, due to Debbie not wanting to play anymore. I was hoping that would change soon. I missed it probably as much as they did.

I asked the host for a booth, so we could have a somewhat private conversation. They sat on one side, and I sat on the other. We started catching up a bit.

Inevitably, the subject of Al and Linda’s divorce came up. She got herself a hotshot lawyer, and pretty much took him for everything. I was simultaneously glad and sad, knowing that Debbie had pretty much set the ball in motion. But his retribution on her was off the charts. Of course the guys knew nothing about how it all started rolling, and I had no intention of saying anything.

They did ask why I wasn’t hanging out with him anymore. I told them as much of the truth as I could. That we had a falling out, and neither of us wanted anything to do with each other. I asked them to drop it. They looked at each other, and back to me before nodding.

Timmy graciously changed the subject, and asked “So what’s up? You said you wanted to talk to us about something.”

I gratefully smiled at Timmy for changing the subject, and replied “Deb’s changing, and not for the better. She gave up being a slut, and now she’s cut down from 4 packs a day to around a half a pack. She plans to quit smoking on her birthday, which is this Saturday. Now normally this would be ideal. But we don’t exactly have a normal relationship.” They both started chuckling. “I plan on having a surprise gangbang for her, and I need your help. And participation if you want.” I said with a smile, knowing their answer would be a firm yes. “I also want to make sure she never, ever, gives up smoking. She may not realize it, but she loves it. So do I. She is perfect as a smoker.” The guys nodded their agreement.

Henry chimed in “So what do you need us to do?”

I took a deep breath and said “I’m getting the key Saturday morning. I’ll bring it by to one of you. You need to get to the hotel no later than 7:30 with supplies of mouth wash, wash cloths, and plenty of water. Also, to get the guys that come ready to go. Make sure they’re clean and undressed. I have a few fluffers that are gonna be there to get the guys nice and hard for her. I need you to basically be their bodyguards and bouncers if things get out of hand. They need to be there no later than 8pm. If anyone is late, tell them sorry, and don’t let them in. I plan on showing up with Deb around 8:30 or so. Then the real party starts.”

They both said it sounded good to them. We hung out for another hour or so, and I paid the bill before we went our separate ways.

Saturday morning I woke up early, and made Debbie breakfast. The strong coffee aroma, and the smell of bacon and eggs woke her. She walked out into the kitchen groggy, but with a smile.

“It smells wonderful” she said.

I smiled at her, and said “Happy Birthday!” She came over and gave me a huge hug and a kiss. “So today is the big day! No more cigarettes!” I put on a fake smile for her.

She smiled a little. and replied “I timed it so that I would have one left for this morning. After breakfast is when I am having it. Speaking of which, I’m starving! Is it almost ready?”

I chuckled “Perfect timing on your part. Have a seat.” She sat and smiled as she inhaled her coffee, and then took a sip. I placed the food in front of her, and she waited for me to put my plate down before starting. “How is it?” I asked. She replied with a thumbs up and a smile. Her mouth was a little full. I laughed a little.

“So I was thinking, tonight I’d like to take you to dinner at that fancy new restaurant in the hotel. I’ve heard it’s really good. And I’ve booked us a room there as well.” I told her.

She smiled. “That sounds wonderful! What time were you thinking? Don’t forget, Mom and Dad are taking me out to lunch. I should be home by 3pm. Don’t worry, I won’t eat too much.” she said with a laugh.

I said “I wasn’t planning on leaving before 5:30. You should be able to nap, and still have plenty of time to get gussied up.”

“I’m still tired, so a nap sounds pretty good to me. Besides, if we’re staying at the hotel, I don’t want to waste a perfectly good bed!” she said with a wicked little smile.

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Following is the fifth installment in a completely fabricated tale about fictional characters all of whom are above the age of eighteen and are not otherwise unable to legally consent to sex. There will be descriptions of illicit acts which are not appropriate for all audiences. I suggest checking out Relative Deviant, and it’s first three sequels, if you haven’t already. If you have, first I’d like to thank you for joining me on this journey. Second, you’ll notice a slight deviation in the storyline, but I beg you be patient as it fits into a larger narrative. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Relative Deviant 5

My brand-new steel belted radials plowed the through chert rock parking lot as I rolled into the closest space I could find. It wasn’t necessarily packed for a Saturday night, but a hearty crowd had made a showing none the less. Unusually loud and unrefined tunes twanged from inside, hinting there was live local music.

The Rec was an old-fashioned pool hall, complete with arcade games and short order kitchen. Music either came from the modest stage or most of the time a juke box. There were coin-op tables or for the more discerning player, full, professional nine-footers in the back for rent by the hour.

It was becoming rarer to find a place like that which catered to the eighteen and up demo. Owners were starting to figure out that their liquor license was their lifeline and didn’t dare risk anybody getting busted underage drinking at their joint. Still, we were off the beaten path a good piece and it was a more forgiving time to be under twenty-one.

Ms. Dolly was the blue-haired old lady who had owned the place for as far back as anybody could remember. Dad even said she worked the bar back when he was my age. She sure as hell remembered the day when blue laws weren’t so strictly enforced. In fact, if you weren’t a troublemaker, she didn’t mind looking the other way when if an adult wanted to buy a beer.

“If you’re old enough to vote and go die for your country, you oughta be old enough to have a drink once in a while.” She had been infamously quoted many times over.

This was the first place I’d ever legitimately exchanged my own hard-earned money for alcohol. Come to think of it, I had many firsts at The Rec. My ex and I gave my pick-up truck a proper christening by sneaking out for a quick stab in the cab one time. So, in a way I was on hallowed ground.

Once inside, I beheld such a plethora of pretty women. There were so many, I could have stood there gawking all night and probably still not seen them all. They were all dolled up; hair and makeup to the nines and showing plenty of skin. Tan legs sprouted from mini-skirts and necklines plunged, revealing copious cleavage.

As intriguing as it would be to just walk up to the nearest hottie I saw and start chatting her up, my skills at reeling in strange, I’m sure had dulled. Having just come out of a long relationship and, most recently, with my wedding tackle mostly occupied keeping my aunt in the lifestyle she’d become accustomed to, there was really no need to go trolling night spots. I did, however, manage that stroke of boldness that led to me landing Tiffany. With a lack of drive from being inundated with pussy I didn’t need to press her to or anyone else to get physical.

That was another thing; something I hadn’t considered. I hadn’t had quite enough down time to think about how that afternoon’s events were going to change other aspects of my life. Aunt Teri giving me the boot was just the first domino. Without her meeting my needs five days a week, sooner or later my new sweetheart was going to find out what a pervert I was. If she wasn’t up to the challenge, would I be able to stay patient enough to stay with her?

“Whatever,” I thought. “Deal with it later.” I came out as a diversion from that whole mess.

Meeting up with Stacy, that was my objective. I didn’t have time to jockey for a hook-up or mope over my aunt dumping me. Should I luck out and I did line up some nookie, having dropped three loads in the past twenty-four hours, I probably wouldn’t be able to follow through. I’d probably cum powdered milk, anyway.

Through the abundance of eye candy, I finally spotted her towards the back where the rental tables were. A white, flowery sun dress garbed this stunning five-and-a-half-foot babe who was chalking her cue and studying the table. She leaned in for a shot and her hem rode up just enough to reveal the deep cut chevrons of her hamstrings engraved on the backs of her thighs.

Before I made myself known, I just had to take a moment and picture her fit, naked body from our encounter in the pool house. She was a dime as far back as I could remember, but a few months out west had done her some serious justice. I didn’t have the pleasure of getting a glimpse of her now beardless clam, but I wagered it was similarly exquisite. While having tragically been dismissed niğde escort by my lover, I could take comfort in the fact that my spank bank was going to be chock full.

Shay spotted me first and nudged Stacy after she made her shot. I could see them exchange words and she pointed me out to her. Her face beamed. She tossed her stick aside and galloped over to welcome me.

“Yay, you made it, cuz.” She announced as she threw her arms around my neck and just like earlier in the pool house, laid a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “The way I practically had to beg you earlier, I didn’t think you’d show.

“Yeah, thought I’d come class up the place. It’s all part of my tireless charity work.” I said with a cocky half smile.

“Sometimes I worry about your confidence.” She retorted, derisively.

Shay lined up for her turn and completely whiffed, sending the cue ball to bang off three side cushions without hitting anything else. They were playing eight ball and it looked like Stacy was shooting for stripes with only slightly more skill than her partner. When she knocked in the three, I knew this game was going nowhere.

“You make your money with shot selection, honey.” I mocked, while pointing out the nine on the rim of a side pocket.

She just rolled her eyes and retreated to a nearby pub table. Her hand felt around and landed on a longneck bottle. She lifted it and looked down, disappointed. Putting it back down, she picked up a second bottle, swirled it around and then took a swig from it.

“Looks like you’re empty,” she informed Shay as she approached. She picked up Stacy’s bottle and put it to her lips. “I’m empty too.” She added with a giggle.

“I guess you guys aren’t concerned with swapping germs.” I quipped.

“What? Drinking after each other? That’s nothing.” Stacy sassed.

She beckoned Shay over with a mischievous look. She acquiesced moving over to her, stood on her tiptoes and took my cousin by the hips. Their lips met like impassioned lovers, heads tilted opposite each other and rotating subtly. Every head in the place probably was fixed on the two of them tongue wrestling out in plain sight. After maybe half a minute, they broke contact and smooched two or three more times before Shay sauntered off to the bar.

I watched the back of her mini skirt intently until her taught, skinny ass had propelled her out of earshot. Turning my attention back to my cousin, I raised my eyebrows giving her the reaction that I’m sure she was looking for. She sat there, giddy, kicking her legs while they dangled from the stool.

“Wow!” I gasped. “Care to explain that?”

“Oh, that’s nothing. At frat parties and stuff, freshman girls don’t usually get noticed as much. We did that one time and we’re suddenly belles of the ball.” She explained.

“Wait, she goes to school with you? I thought she was one of Jill’s friends or something.”

“No,” she said. “She lives in my dorm. Didn’t I introduce you? I invited her down for a few days.”

“No, I don’t think so… …Hell, maybe. It was like a sea of faces today. Plus, I’ve had a lot on my mind.” I responded, just now remembering that she was the one I witnessed her going tinkle from behind a shower curtain that afternoon.

“My fault, probably” she allowed. “I’m probably a little tipsier than I thought I was.”

“So just friends? This isn’t some kind of lifestyle change?” I asked redirecting to the elephant in the room. “I mean, she’s a looker. You could certainly do worse.”

“No, no, just goofing around.” She assured, before a playful grin emerged. “I will admit, we did have a near lezzy experience one night.”

“Do tell, girlfriend.” I squealed.

“We got smashed in the dorms and ended up doing some pretty heavy petting. Nothing really happened, that I can remember. I don’t swing that way, though. Our ‘goofing around,’ I guess, got a little carried away.” She explained.

“Does she?” I asked. “…swing that way, I mean?”

“Aw, she’s just an attention whore. …and also, just a whore.” She huffed. “Her high school boyfriend split up with her before she moved off and she went on this slutty streak. She’d hook up with anybody that would show her any interest. This lesbian thing is a recent development, but she’s full of shit. I don’t see that girl ever giving up on cock.”

“Anybody?” I submitted.

“Sure, go pay her a compliment, or hell just grab her ass and see what happens.” She suggested. “Honestly, it might do her good.”

Stacy hopped off her stool and made off to the restroom, leaving me to hold down the table. As fun as it would be to cash in on my cousins near guarantee for free, meaningless sex, I was too exhausted and sexed out to pursue. When Shay returned, she had three beers. I thanked her and made an effort to get to know her.

I kept things generic, asking about school, her major, etcetera. The whole time, I snuck glimpses of her body. She wore a white, leather mini niksar escort skirt and cowboy boots, which naturally drew the eye to her sleek, sinewy legs. The notion of having them wrapped around my skull wasn’t lost on me, so I at least thought I’d test the waters with her.

“So, did you dress up all sexy for my cousin’s benefit or what?” I asked.

“Oh, this old thing…” She snapped back, hands on her hips. “Wait, what did she tell you?”

“Well, naturally I was curious about your little make out sesh. Don’t worry though. She only copped to a little college girl experimentation. Why, did she leave anything out?” I teased.

Since I intended it as rhetorical, I paid no mind to how she responded. Instead, I reached behind her and grabbed a bottle. Checking for Stacy, I did a cursory scan around the room. When I looked back at Shay, she was staring at the floor.

“Whoa, what did I say? I didn’t mean anything by it.” I begged.

“I guess I had hoped for more than experimentation.” She bemoaned.

“Hold on,” I said. “So, you’re like in love with Stacy. She’s not even gay.”

“Oh, she is too.” She argued. “…or she might be, if she gave it a chance. Honestly, I think she’s so worried what her family might think that she’s not even willing to entertain the idea.”

“Look, I’m no expert, but I don’t think it’s as simple as ‘try it and see’ when it comes to that. I’m not gay, but you won’t catch me smoking pole just to make for sure.” I joked. “Plus, we wouldn’t have a problem with her bringing home a girlfriend. We’re a close family. Something like that wouldn’t make us turn our backs on her.”

“I just thought we had something. When she invited me on this trip, I was sure we could get some time alone and we could find out for sure. We are good friends, but I think we could be amazing as lovers. This family is so freakin’ huge, though. She’s been swamped with brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles.” She whined.

“Hey, what can I say? We’re a potent bunch,” I ceded. “That being said, maybe it’d be best for her to avoid meat injections, at least ’til she’s out of school.” I said, kidding. “You, on the other hand,” I squared up with her and rested my palm on the small of her back. “Are you sure you’re ready to give up men just yet? I mean, you haven’t given me a try. By your logic, we might be great together too.”

“Well, nobody said I was giving up. I ah, envision perhaps having a sort of understanding about that.” She sensually responded, cutting her eyes up at me and tucking her short golden bangs behind her ear. “Another time and place, I wouldn’t mind giving things a whirl with you. But ya know, it’d be kind of a conflict of interest, being as I’m sweet on your cousin.”

“You know what? I believe I know where you are coming from.” I told her frankly. “I had been told all my life that you can’t have your cake and eat it too. Recently, though, someone very close to me showed me that if you’re bold enough to go after what you want, then you might just surprise yourself.” Leaning in for a kiss, I added, “what good is cake anyway if you can’t eat it.”

Her eyes began to close as she gave in to my bids for her, but suddenly broadened with a gasp. “She’s coming,” she hissed, pushing me away. I turned my focus back to my beer as our third wheel rejoined us.

“You guys playing nice?” Stacy asked.

“It was a little tense at first, but I think we’ve come to a sort of understanding.” I reported with a wink.

At last, this evening was showing some promise. Shay and I played cat and mouse each time Stacy had her back turned. I gave her winks and kissy faces, and a couple of times pinched her firm little hiney. She feigned being timid at first, but soon was flirting back just as hard, the whole time making sure cuz stayed none the wiser.

Stacy volunteered to snag the next round, leaving us to our own devices again. As soon as she got a few paces away, I Spun Shay around and hungrily locked lips with her. I wanted to make an impression; give her something that would make her forget about that kiss from earlier. Our tongues danced in her mouth, and I squeezed her tight against me, being sure to keep one eye on my now rival.

We concluded our kiss with a few lingering pecks before our eyes opened to meet one another. The dim lights of the bar did little to conceal the brilliant sapphires beaming up at me. Ever vigilant, my gaze darted up to find Stacy. Greedy for my full attention, she reached right down the front of my pants and quite firmly gripped my twig and berries.

“Find something you like?” I asked.

“I think I did.” She admitted. “…and I might have an idea about some sort of ‘arrangement’ we might be able to come to.”

Before I could ponder what sort of deal she might have in mind, I spotted Stacy trekking toward us. Now in a most compromising position, I plucked her hand out and nodded, acknowledging my approaching cousin. Luckily, nilüfer escort Shay got the memo and tried making everything look copasetic.

Shay proved to be a welcome distraction. For most of the night, my woes barely crossed my mind. The three of us played pool, drank cheap domestics and harbored not a care in the world.

* * * * * *

Hard as I tried to keep myself preoccupied; an unexpected quiet moment forced my thoughts back to my aunt. The whole reason I joined up for this little outing was to prevent that very thing. At one point, Stacy caught me blankly staring off in the distance.

“What is up with you tonight?” She asked, annoyed.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I reflexively said back.

“Horseshit,” she blurted. “You were miles away just then. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Oh, earlier Aunt Teri and I got into a bit of a disagreement. I don’t think I’ve ever cussed out an adult before, much less her.” I admitted, not yet bold enough to divulge the whole story.

“God, I can’t stand that bitch?” She bemoaned. “Heifer caught me smoking when I was like sixteen and went straight to dad. I got grounded for a month and my folks watched me like a hawk from then on. I cussed her like a dog, and we’ve barely exchanged a word since.”

“Whoa, really?” I gasped.

“Yep.” She boasted. “Shit, if you ask Dad, she’s not even your aunt anyway. So, I wouldn’t get all worked up.”

“Wait, wait, what?” I said, dumbfounded.

“I’m kidding.” She flippantly returned.

“Just sayin’, that’s pretty harsh.” I said, accusingly. “Why would you say that?

“You know, like how all the sisters tease her about being adopted?”

I stared back at her blankly, which apparently conveyed the notion that I did not, in fact, know. The very idea was so out of left field, I had no idea how to respond. Momentarily, the concept sank in, along with the implications before Stacy reeled me back in.

“Hello?” She sarcastically exclaimed. “They used to torture her mercilessly with that shit. You know how she kind-of looks different with the lighter hair and she’s all pale and stuff?”

“What are you talking about? She’s got a great tan.” I injected.

“Yeah, because she’s constantly laying out in the sun. If not, she’s in that tanning bed Ross got her for her birthday. Hell, Dad said she looked like an Arian poster child until she started kindergarten.” She argued. “Anyway, that was like the running joke while they were growing up. Whenever she gets on somebody’s nerves, they’re all, ‘…keep it up. Momma is going to take you back to the orphanage.’ I seriously can’t believe you didn’t know that.”

“…but that’s all it is, right? Just a joke?” I cautiously inquired.

“Yes! Goddamnit, quit being such a dumbass.”

It was getting late at that point and all the day’s activities along with the half dozen beers I had was catching up with me. For the second time, I had to bid Stacy farewell. They begged me to go back to their slumber party, but she was clearly so buzzed they couldn’t see reason.

“Do you really think Aunt Geri is going to permit me sleeping in the same room as a bunch of hot, young women? She’d shit a brick. By the way, I’d try to sneak past her without her smelling your breath.” I lectured.

“Okay, yeah,” she relented. “Guess not.” I could actively see her trying think through the fog of alcohol, impairing her judgement until she landed on something. Excitedly, she blurted, “tomorrow! Yeah, Geri and Rob have a church event. They’ll be away from the house all day.”

“Alright, sure. And they’re just going to let you girls have free reign of their place while they’re gone?” I contemptuously remarked.

“Fu-u-uck no,” she said, eyeballs doing backflips in her skull. “Aunt Geri will make sure we’re out of the house before they go, but…” She cut her eyes back and forth and looked back at me. With a boozy whisper and one hand shielding the opposite side of her mouth, she finished. “…there’s a key hidden under a flowerpot. Nobody knows about it, but guess what? I do!”

Realizing she was way over her limit, I basically dismissed whatever she was talking about. I offered her a ride, but she refused. We still had a few other cousins there who were plenty sober and could get her home, and besides Shay didn’t seem phased.

“Stacy, be careful, Okay?” I told her sincerely. She nodded and I hugged her goodbye. “Just give me a call tomorrow if you want to hang out.” I added.

She agreed and I found my way a restroom before I hit the road. The doors had been propped open, venting the recently applied cleaning products. Either that minor change or my exhaustion caused me to miss the “women” sign and almost walk into the wrong one. When I noted my mistake, I curtly made an about face, this time entering the proper latrine.

Next to the urinal, the lone stall door was slightly ajar, indicating that I was alone. To the left was a sink. It was probably suited more for residential use, testifying to the dive bar image this place was known for. The air wafting off the urinal cake, while I doused it tingled my sinuses and stirred old memories of this place. By the time I was empty, my mind was lost in nostalgia and nowhere near the ills of the recent past and looming future.

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Mom’s Hall Pass

For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!

A huge thanks to my editor RFFAST for his hard work fixing all my errors.

I live on a small island off the coast of South Australia. It was a penal colony among a penal colony, way back in the first part of the 1800s. I was born on the island. My Father and Grandfather were both born here.

The year is 1975, I have just finished school and started my apprenticeship as an overhead linesman with the power company. I turned eighteen four months ago, and for the first time in my life, I was not going to the mainland for the school camp. For the first four days of spring, each term break, there was a camp, and every child under eighteen from our island, went to Australia. This happened four times each year.

I wondered what was going on when Dad and Uncle Ray took me to the pub for the first time a few days before the children left. I thought it was some sort of initiation, but I hadn’t heard of this before.

“Now, there is something you need to know that you can never talk about again to anyone but your own sons after they turn eighteen.” Dad said, as he handed me my first beer in a pub, he had given me one at home a few times, so I knew how it tasted.

“What is this about?” I asked, getting a little freaked out and looking down at the bubbles rising along the inside of the glass.

“There is an old tradition on the island that has been going on for hundreds of years. A few times a year, we send our children off to the mainland for a break, and to make friends away from here. We also have four days of Hall Pass time.” Dad answered, but I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“What the fuck is Hall Pass time?” I asked, raising my voice a little.

“Shhh! Hamish, this is serious. It’s a chance to spend a night with any girl you fancy, you can spend four days with one girl or one day with four girls.” He said, in a low tone just above a whisper.

“What about Mum? Does she know you are cheating?” I asked, my head spinning.

“She may have a caller. I don’t know about that. There have been times in history when there were many more men on the island than women, and times that it was the other way around. This tradition was adopted to share the love around, so to speak. But the tradition has also kept a lot of marriages together as we have one of the lowest divorce rates in the world.” Dad said, and I was still stunned.

I drank my beer in silence, looked around at the men, and wondered if any had spent the night with my Mum over the years, and my brain shut down at the thought. That night at dinner, I watched Mum serving food, and she seemed perfectly normal, unfazed by the impending doom I thought would come to her.

I waved at my little sister a few days later as she left on the ferry to the mainland for camp. I looked at all the parents waving and wondered what they thought as I saw the smiles on the faces of all the women and the men remaining on our island.

It was a strange feeling that afternoon as I watched Dad pick up a door card that looked like a do not disturb card I had seen at a hotel in Adelaide some years ago. Then Mum kissed him on the lips as he walked out the door.

“Here, you will need this.” Mum said, as she handed me one too.

“Are you OK with this then?” I asked, and she just smiled.

“He will be back in a few days and everyone will be happy for months after that.” Mum said, trying to smile.

“What about you?” I asked, still not sure she was safe.

“I usually don’t get a caller, but if I do, I will be just fine.” Mum said, smiling. “Now go and find a pretty girl and have some fun.” she continued.

I hesitated for a second, then turned and walked out the door. I walked to the end of the block and noticed only men walking around the streets. They hung a card on the doorknob and disappeared into a house one by one. I turned left and went past the home of a school friend, but there was already a card on her door. Then I turned left again and walked to the end of the street. I turned left again, still trying to think clearly enough to decide who to try next.

I realized that I had come back to my street, looked at our front door, and saw it was still bare. I didn’t know what to feel, relief or sadness for Mum. I thought she was still beautiful but was definitely a soccer mum type. Her legs were not long but still thin and shapely, and her breasts a good size, maybe a C cup if I had my sizes right.

I watched for a time and saw a man I knew walking along our street, and when he walked past our front door, I let out my breath. Before I could even think, I ran to the door and put my card on the outside knob, and locked it from inside.

“Hamish, what are you doing back?” Mum said, as she tried to cover her bare boobs with her arms.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want a stranger coming mudurnu escort in.” I answered, looking at her pussy.

“Where is your card?” She asked, with a panicked expression.

“On the door.” I answered, cocking my head to the side, still unable to take my eyes off Mum’s bare pussy.

“Well, get those clothes off.” Mum said, as she dropped her arms, exposing the biggest nipples I had ever seen.

“But.” I said, and she cut me off.

“You have your card on my door. The rules are very clear: if you put your card on a door you must service the lady for the whole night, doing her every desire.” Mum said, and I looked back at the door.

“But, Dad didn’t say anything about that.” I wined.

“Well, now you know. Hall Pass Time was set up by the ladies of the island, not the men, and the rules are very clear. I’m sorry that the men seem to focus on a shortened version of the rules, but you still need to get out of your clothes.” Mum said, as she stepped her feet apart, showing off more of her pussy.

“But I have a…” I started to say, but Mum just began to undo my belt.

“I would hope you have a hard-on, Hamish, because I would be very disappointed if you couldn’t get it up for me.” She said, as my pants dropped around my ankles.

Mum reached into my jocks and wrapped her hand around my cock, pulling it free from its confines. She looked up into my eyes with a smile. “You can touch me, you know.” She said, and I reached out and touched what my eyes had been focused on since she dropped her arms.

“Have you touched a girl’s breasts before, honey?” Mum asked, as she pushed my jocks off my hips.

“No, I have only seen them in pictures.” I stammered, as Mum stroked my rock-hard cock.

“My nipples are very sensitive, if you pull on them and roll them between your fingers and thumbs, I might cum.” She said, with a twinkle in her eyes, and my eyes went wide.

“I thought you had to be inside you to do that.” I said, stating what I had learned after reading Penthouse forum.

“You have a lot to learn, Baby Boy. Now let’s get the lessons started.” She said, and dragged me by my cock.

Mum took me down the stairs to the basement turning on the lights at the bottom of the landing. I looked out into the open space, and there was a big king mattress with a soft cover spread over it. I saw some sex toys and other lotions beside it on the floor. She had set all this up in case someone came calling.

She moved me to the middle of the mattress and pushed me down onto my back, laid on her side next to me while she continued to gently stroke my cock. “Keep playing with my nipples, Honey.”

Mum lay back and allowed me to pinch her nipples and pull and tug on them. I saw that her areolas crinkled as I played, and small moans escaped her lips as I did. Mum reached up and stroked my face while I rolled her nipple, twisting it one way then the other. I saw her face flush, then another moan while she pulled me down for a kiss.

This wasn’t the motherly kiss I was used to. It was a tongue kiss with a passion I wasn’t expecting. She moaned again and gasped as her body shook, worrying me because I wasn’t sure what I had caused. She let go of my neck and relaxed back on the mattress, her legs spread and her arms out while I fondled her breasts.

“That was a nice start, now roll onto your back for me.” Mum said, and turned onto her side to look at me.

I did as I was told, and Mum got to her hands and knees over my body, licking my hard cock as it stood erect. I shuddered a little. Then she surprised me by lifting her leg and straddling my face. I couldn’t help but look up into Mum’s beautiful hairless pussy. Her lips were spread a little, and a string of juice hung from her clit, dangling over my mouth.

I pulled her lips apart and looked at her pussy, trying to memorize everything I saw. Her outer lips covered the thin inner ones until I prized them open, then the moisture-slicked inner lips peeled apart under my pressure. I could see her opening with drops of clear liquid dribbling down to join the string that had just about made it to my lips.

I tentatively stuck out my tongue and caught the first drop, tasting it, before going back for more. I then followed it to its source and feasted on her pussy. “Oh, yes, Baby, lick Mum right there.”

I felt Mum licking at my cock between moans, happy she wasn’t attacking it like I was her pussy, or I would have blown my load and spoiled this whole thing. She instead, tenderly ran her hands over my legs and played with my balls, keeping me very hard as I lapped between her thighs. I savored all her flavors and relished her every moan as I found the parts that had been described in the stories I had read.

Mum began to groan as her body flexed, grinding her pussy onto my tongue. I held her cheeks open and watched her rosebud spasm whenever I licked her clit. I delved my extended tongue into muğla escort her opening, then returned to her clit, then watched her bottom clench in an orgasm I could see. The muscles along the sides of her pussy spasmed rhythmically with the clamping of her rosebud as she moaned out her orgasm on my tongue.

“Was I alright?” I asked, as Mum rolled off me.

“You were much better than alright for your first lesson. Now for your reward.” She said, kissing me and surely tasting her own juices,

Mum lay on her back and let her legs fall apart, her pussy and breasts fully exposed to my hungry gaze. “Come up here, Honey, let me guide you in.”

My cock lurched as I crawled up over her body, and as soon as she touched my cock I felt my orgasm churning in my balls. I thrust my hips forward, trying to bury my cock in her but missing and stabbing the spot between her pussy and bottom. I began to shoot my sperm splashing into her ass crack, then Mum pulled my cock up to line it up again, and I shot more of my load onto her clit and stomach.

“Sorry, Mum, it just came on so fast.” I said, my face red and unable to look at her.

“We have all night, baby, and I hope you will want to go again.” She said, using my cockhead to spread my sperm around her clit.

“Really?” I asked, surprised she would even talk to me after that pathetic effort

“Don’t do that, Honey. I’m very flattered that my old body can get you that excited.” She said, as she dragged me in for a kiss.

“Your pussy is fantastic, better than the girls in the magazines I have seen.” I said, and it was Mum’s turn to blush.

“I’m glad I asked your father to leave the magazines somewhere you could find them.”

“Shit, I thought I got away with stealing them.” I said, as I watched Mum wiping my sperm from between her legs.

She then rested on her side with her head on her elbow, looking at my body while we talked. “You must have studied well because you have already given me two orgasms.” Mum said, as she played with my soft cock.

“I have never seen those bits in real life, and they are different from the descriptions.” I said, reaching out and playing with her pussy lips.

“We are all different, no two the same. So, you have to play a lot and find out where your partner likes to be touched.” Mum continued, as she traced her fingertips under my balls.

“Like that.” She said, as my cock jumped at her touch.

“Or that.” I said, as she moaned when I touched her rosebud with a wet fingertip.

Mum opened her legs wide, allowing my fingers to roam wherever they liked. I played with her clit and fingered her pussy with one finger, then two. “You can try again whenever you like. I’m wet and ready.” Mum whispered, as she leaned in and kissed my lips.

I followed her kiss as she rolled onto her back and I crawled between her legs, lining my cock up with her opening and pressing into her wetness. “A bit lower, honey.” Mum whispered, as she broke our kiss.

I changed my angle of attack and pressed in again, finding no resistance this time as I slid into her depths. My mind exploded! Until now, I thought the kiss was the most erotic thing I had ever felt, but this was different. It was a thousand times more incredible, and I could barely stave off another orgasm, and I stayed still inside Mum’s pussy.

“Fuck, Mum, don’t move.” I said, on the verge of my orgasm.

“No, Baby, don’t hold back. I want to feel your cum inside me.” Mum said, and rocked her hips up against me.

My mind went blank and I began to shudder above her body. She gently put her hand behind my neck and drew me down into a kiss. I shut down and collapsed onto her as she pulled her knees back, letting them fall to the side, as my body molded into hers. Eventually, my spasms slowed, and the last of my sperm shot into Mum’s pussy.

“I didn’t know! I read about the act and loved how they described how they felt. But now I know that they could never do it justice. I love you, Mum.” I said, as I rested my head on her ample breast.

“I will never forget the look in your eyes as you realized how great it feels to make love for the first time. Thank you, baby.” Mum said, her pussy still squeezing on my cock.

“Am I too heavy?” I asked, about to lift my weight off her.

“Don’t you dare move.” She replied, her hand holding my head to her breast.

I turned my head a little and took her nipple and areola into my mouth, suckling on it while she contracted her pussy muscles around my shaft. Mum let out a moan, so I kept sucking, her big areola filling my mouth. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, as her increasing moaning made me hard again.

Mum began rocking her hips, and I could hear the wet sounds coming from where our bits were joined. Mum didn’t seem to care, so I let the thought of the soiled sheets leave my mind. I moved to the other nipple repeating the treatment and began humping my cock back at her pussy.

“Fuck muratpaşa escort me again, Honey. I need it.” Mum said, her eyes locked onto mine.

I got onto my arms and toes, building up speed as I began to pound into her pussy. She pulled on the back of my arms and pressed her thighs back to her chest, opening herself up to my needs. The combination of sperm and her juices frothed at her opening as my thighs made slapping sounds whenever I hit home.

“I’m cumming baby, don’t stop even if you cum, keep going as long as you can.” Mum grunted out, as I pounded into her as she began shuddering under me.

Her pussy pulsed around my shaft, and the sensation overwhelmed me. I began to spurt into her, and I kept pumping as hard as I could, making sure I pushed her through her climax. “Stop now, you beautiful boy.” Mum said, as she clamped her legs around my ass, locking me in place.

“I get it now Mum, the aim isn’t my pleasure. I gain the most by giving it to you.” I said, as I collapsed on top of her again.

“Good boy. It sometimes takes a man a lifetime to realize what took you only a day.” Mum said, as she cuddled me into her breast.

I rolled off her as my weight must be hurting her after all this time. We stayed face to face until I fell asleep, only waking once when Mum used a damp cloth to clean us both.

In the morning, I awoke to see Mum sleeping next to me, her naked body even more alluring in the morning light coming through the high windows on one wall. I snuck to the bathroom and had a pee before returning and lying next to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Morning, my strong young man, did you sleep well?” Mum asked as she opened her eyes to catch me ogling her breasts.

“I slept like the dead.” I replied honestly, as it was one of the best nights of sleep I could remember.

“Well, we have until twelve before you have to leave and find another door without a do not disturb sign.” Mum said, opening her arms to me.

“Good, enough time for more lessons,” I said, and began kissing her breasts and playing with her pussy.

“Fast learner this one.” Mum moaned out, as she reached for my cock.

She urged me over top of her and sucked my cockhead into her mouth. She handed me a medium sized rubber dildo, and I positioned it at her opening as I licked her clit. I saw plenty of pussy juice dribbling from her pussy as I ran the head of the plastic phallus around to get it all wet, running it over her puckered opening and getting another moan from Mum. I put that response to the back of my mind for the moment while I pressed the fake cockhead in between her pussy lips, watching them part to accept the invader.

Mum licked my balls and sucked on my cockhead but not deep throating me, so I had a chance of controlling myself. I had a beautiful distraction, though, watching the rubber dildo gliding in and out of Mum’s pussy as I licked and teased her clit. She began to buck her hips up to my face, and I could see the nerves along the sides of her pussy started to tremble as her orgasm approached.

She spread her legs as wide as they would go and began to moan out her pleasure as her pussy contracted around the fake shaft, gripping it then relaxing again as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. I pulled out the dildo, and with one last lick of her sticky pussy I turned on her and pressed my cock home.

“You are so good to me, Hamish. Have your way with me one last time before you go.” She said, her body splayed out under me.

I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to look at her naked body as I pressed up over her and positioned my cock at her entrance. I thrust inward and got a groan of appreciation in return. Once I was seated inside her warm body, I let my cock soak in her heat before sliding my cock out to the tip, then plunging back in to the hilt.

I repeated this action for a few minutes until my need became too great, and I slammed into her pussy with all my might. At this pace, I only lasted half a dozen strokes before I began to shoot my seed deep within her body. My blasts continued, and I held myself hard against her body, filling her up to overflowing.

“I love you, Mum.” I said, simply as I collapsed onto her, my sweaty body plastered to hers.

“I love you too, baby, and I have loved our lesson together as well,” Mum whispered into my ear. “Now into the shower, so you don’t smell like sperm for your next conquest.” She continued, as she pushed me into the downstairs shower.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her in, washing and rinsing her body and getting every nook and crevice. Mum giggled as she washed my cock and balls for me, making nice noises as we played. “OK, it’s twelve now out you go. I will see you in a few days.” She said, pushing me down the hall towards the front door.

I walked down the hall with my mind reeling, and I couldn’t think of another more beautiful lady I might want to use my new skills on. I opened the door and removed my sign before stepping out to the front gate. I looked both ways down our empty street, as most of the men must have chosen to stay the whole four days with one lady. I looked back at our front door and thought of someone else’s sign going on our door knob, and a feeling of dread went through me.

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