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Bill and Jeans Adventures Ch. 03

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Bill continues his story and learns more about Jean.

It was mid-afternoon and I was helping Jean with chores around the house. Jean and her stepmom, Marie, were going on a trip to Omaha for a couple of days to visit family and attend a bachelorette party for Marie’s niece.

Jean had not planned on going, but a catfight had broken out between Jackie and Marie. Jackie believes Marie’s niece had stolen a boyfriend of hers in the past and refused to go. Jean was reluctant to go because she knew the party could get wild, which was not her thing.

But Marie played the ‘I need a designated driver’ card, and since Jackie would not go, Marie said, “Well then I will likely die!” which guilted Jean into making the trip; Marie lived for this type of drama.

Jean was now telling me the whole story. I went into husband mode and pretended to be interested, as an hour of my life slipped away; but Jean was wearing a low cut top, so I just focused on how her boobs would heave up and down and sway as she went through the emotional telling of the story. Jean’s double Ds were natural, and moved more freely than Jackie’s boobs after her recent boob job; Jackie was now bigger than Jean, and although Jean didn’t talk about it, I could tell she didn’t like it.

“You know Bill, Marie is such a slut; she will try and pick up some guy and have sex with him. Men are hypnotized by her big boobs and ass.” Jean had nearly dropped an F-bomb, but caught herself. She says, “that word is just too vulgar!”

Jean paused, “Bill, do Marie’s ass and giant boobs hypnotize you?”

I knew this was a dangerous moment. I said, “Not at all, your stepmother is very attractive, Jean; but it’s your tits and ass that hypnotize me.” As I reached out and lifted Jean’s boobs up and down feeling the weight of them.

Jean cocked her head, “Tits, Bill, really?”

“Oh, I mean boobs, Jean.” Jean also thought tits were a vulgar expression, but boobs were okay. My mind couldn’t help but drift and think of what Stan would say. Since the plan was for Stan to fuck Jean, he will call them tits for sure, and Jean will hear a great number of words and terms she has a problem with. I imagined Stan on our bed with Jean riding him and Stan saying, ‘Jesus Jean, your tits bounce all over the place, holy fuck!’

“Bill, Bill!” I heard Jean say, while lost in my thoughts, “What are you thinking about? you seem miles away.”

“Oh, it’s nothing dear, just this project I have been working on, umm… at work, that is,” I replied. As I thought to myself, ‘it is too soon to explain Operation Slutty Jean, which currently had four people on the case, lol.’

Wanting to move the conversation to a more productive subject, I said, “You know, Jean, Marie might just ask you to be her wingman.”

“Her wingman?” Jean asked with a puzzled expression.

“Yes, you know a wingman. Suppose you and Marie are at a bar and she is talking to a guy attracted to her big ass, and he has a buddy with him. Well, Marie might want to take him back to your room, but the guy is there with his buddy and Marie says, ‘It’s okay, you can come, too; Jean will take care of your friend!'”

Jean seemed puzzled; she always gets the cutest look on her face when she is puzzled.

“What does she mean ‘I would take care of him?’ Like I should kiss him while Marie is making out with his friend?” Jean asked.

“No, more than that,” I replied with a chuckle.

Jean looked shocked, but also seemed a bit aroused, “So, Marie would want me to let this guy feel me up while we kiss?”

“No, more than that, Jean,” I said.

“Oh my god, Bill!” Jean exclaimed. “Marie wants me to give the guy a blow job!”

“Jean,” I said, “Marie will be fucking the other guy, and you would be expected to fuck his friend!”

“Bill!” she said stunned; and yet, I could tell she was very aroused.

“She wouldn’t dare! I mean, I never would! You know that, right! Oh god, I think I am going to cancel out on slutty Marie!” Jean was working herself into a state now, so I gave her a hug and a kiss, and told her not to worry; that surely, Marie would behave herself.

“But… ” I said, with a drawn-out pause.

“What!” Jean said, “What do you mean, ‘but’?”

“Well, you know how you always do whatever Marie asks of you because she is always so emotional and you always give in to her drama, she makes you feel guilty and sorry for her.”

“So, you think Marie can guilt me into fucking a complete stranger; I am not a slut like Marie,” she said acting very riled, but I could tell it was mostly an act, that she had been considering the idea, and now had to shift into denial mode, as Stan would say. The way she blushed, I could tell she was very aroused by the scenario; if she only knew what Marie and I had done a week ago, she would freak out!

Jean said, “Please don’t tease me, Bill. You know I feel bad about leaving you home alone, I promise to give you a very nice blowjob when I return selçuklu escort home, just like you like.”

I just smiled and asked, “Can I cum on your tits?” This caused the expected sigh.

“Yes, if you have to. Men are just animals, sometimes.”

“Sold!” I said with a laugh, and told her she should try and have a good time and have fun. More importantly, it was a reminder to me that Jean would always do anything for someone if she thought it was important to them. This just might be the key to Operation Slutty Up Jean.

Jean was quiet for a minute and then said, “Bill, would you call Marie, and tell her not to try and trick me into fuc– I mean, having sex with any strange men.” Jean was still blushing and flustered from the thought of fucking a strange man on the road trip with Marie.

I said, “Sure, babe. I will call her and tactfully tell her to behave herself while you guys are on your little adventure.” I couldn’t help but think how any other woman this aroused would want to fuck right now, or pull out a vibrator and fuck herself with it; but I had never seen Jean do this, or known of her doing this. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was alone right now, what would she be doing.

My mind seized upon a plan. “Oh, damn it!” I said.

“What is it, Bill?” Jean asked.

“Oh, I forgot to turn in some forms to the dean’s office, so I will have to run into the office.” Glancing at my watch, I said, “It won’t be long, I will be back in an hour.”

Jean came up and kissed me and I took the chance to reach down and feel her crotch, her pussy felt so hot and damp, she slapped my hand away and said, “No time for that mister, we have work to do.”

I grabbed up my briefcase and headed out the door. I circled the block and parked my car out of sight. I was curious to see what Jean would do while I was gone, I was sure I was going to find her scurrying about the house prepping for her trip; but I just had a hunch there might be more going on.

I quietly climbed up the backstairs and entered the room we were remodelling, I knew Jean was not likely to be in there, and thank god, she wasn’t. I quietly walked across the room to the door that entered the hallway. Peering around the corner I could hear Jean downstairs humming to herself in the kitchen and then saw her heading back upstairs holding a glass of wine. I pulled back behind the door as she walked by. She was heading into the guest room adjoining the room I was in. Perfect I thought, as I moved into the closet from which I could see through the doors facing the beds. Jean took a drink and in a very girly voice said, “Oh yummy.”

On occasion, over the years I had heard her talking to herself and she was doing that now. She glanced at her watch and said, “Yes, there is enough time.” Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled off her white tennis shoes and then standing she pulled down her white tennis shorts revealing a white thong contrasting beautifully against her tanned legs.

Time? I pondered, time for what, then she pulled down her thong as well and tossed it on her shorts. Oh my god, I thought, my wife is so hot. Yes, I had seen Jean naked countless times; but this was different, as she did not know I was here; this was the real Jean. She picked up her glass of wine and nearly chugged it this time. Wine has always made Jean horny; so needless to say, I keep us well supplied. She set the glass down and was humming to herself, as she proceeded to remove her blouse; and was standing there in just her bra, which was straining to contain her huge tits. At that moment, I thought, ‘Wow, Stan is going to love fucking her.’ I was very proud of how hot my wife was at that moment.

Looking at her empty glass she announced, “Oh, one more won’t hurt, and I have nearly an hour.” Off she scurried, her butt cheeks bouncing. I had the sense this was something that Jean did on a regular basis. In about a minute, she returned with the bottle and poured herself another glass. She picked up the glass and took a drink, then with her left hand she starts rubbing her boobs in little circles causing her nipples to poke through her bra. She giggled then said, “Oh! someone is nipple-y.”

The tipsier she became, the more she reminded me of Marie and Jackie that day in the coffee shop. Then she said, “Oh what the heck,” set her glass down and reached back to unsnap her bra so her huge tits fell free and swayed now released from their captor. Who was this beautiful, horny woman before my eyes; where was my prudish Jean! I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if someone knocked on the door right now?

Would she go and open it, what if Stan were to arrive? I thought about calling him; but no, I realized the Jean I was watching would not be the same Jean if someone else was here; hell, even if I were here; for I had never seen this Jean, either. She walked over to the dresser that I never used or looked in for that matter, she pulled out some serdivan escort old tee-shirts of hers and other clothes to reveal a box that she set on the floor; her boobs hanging down, and swaying hypnotized me.

She returned to the bed and sat down looking very pleased, then she drank some more wine setting her glass down, and turned to take the top off of the box on the bed next to her.

She pulled out a tube of KY Jelly, a small vibrator, and then a very large, shiny, black dildo, at least a foot in length! She said, “Oh, there you are my Big Black Stud!” giggled again, and kissed the head of the black phallus, “How is my Big Boy! Have you missed me?”

Oh my god, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before she passed, Jean’s mother had always told Jean that nice girls do not go out with black men. It was not that Jean’s mother was racist, it was just the way white rural families were raised. Jean’s mother had black friends as does Jean, although not very many; the black population is just not very large in the rural areas.

Jean, now kissed the head of her black cock again, then started sucking it into her mouth like she was giving the it a blowjob; so deep, she even gagged on it. She had never sucked me in that deep. Jean laid the black dildo down on the bed, and took another drink of wine, then pronounced, “Okay, time to get to work!”

She picked up the lube squirted some on two fingers, then slid her lubed fingers deep into her pussy, this caused her to let out a very deep moan of pleasure, I think she came then; if not, she was close to it. She was shaking now, as she picked up the black cock and lubed the tip and several inches down from the tip, could this be my wife?

I was stunned and horny as hell. She propped up on a pillow and spread her legs wide; I could see her wet pussy with a few wisps of light blonde hair sopping wet. She said, “This white bitch is yours, my Black Stud,” as she thrust the black cock into her pussy surprisingly hard. She slammed it a good four or five inches into her cunt, I was surprised by how rough Jean was, I thought she would just ease it in and out; but she was doing her best to replicate a hard fucking. And did she just refer to herself as a White Bitch! Note to self, buy more wine!

When she had about seven inches in, she released her grip and left the black cock stuck in pussy and just laid there with her eyes closed.

I could tell she was just tightening her pussy and releasing and then tightening again, Jean could milk my cock with her cunt, and now I knew how she came by that skill. While I watched this incredible show, I could not help but recall what Stan had said, all women have a slut inside of them just waiting for men like us to bring it out. There was no doubt in my mind that Jean’s inner slut was ever bit as slutty as Marie’s and Jackie’s, if not more so.

Damn, I wonder what she would do if she thought she had more time. Pulling out my phone I sent a text to Jean’s phone, “Sorry babe, it will be more like two hours than one, Love Bill.” a second later her phone sounded off with an incoming text. With a moan Jean slid the Black Stud from her grasping pussy and picked up her phone to read the text.

“Oh baby,” she said with a tone of concern, “you work too hard.” Her fingers flew into texting mode I am amazed at how quickly she can text. A moment later, her text came through, “Oh baby you work too hard, I am still doing chores around the house take all the time you need Love Jean.” Damn, I am a lucky man!

Jean, drank some more wine and settled back into position, she picked up her big black toy cock and started sucking on it, working even more of it into her throat ’til she gagged and had to stop. Then she tried to take it even deeper, forcing it down her throat then back out to catch her breath. “Oh God, I want to be some Black Stud’s whore one day!”

Absentmindedly, I mumbled to myself, “Jesus Christ!”

She stopped and looked toward the closet door! Oh fuck, am I busted! I pulled back from the crack I was peering through, she returned her stare to the ceiling almost like a person under hypnosis, this was the inner slut Jean talking now, not Jean my wife.

Quietly, I walked across the room and retrieved a chair so I could sit and watch this incredible show. As I peered back through the door, Jean had spread her legs very wide, and the black cock was shiny with lube. She was teasing herself tapping the tip against her clit; softly at first, then harder. I could tell she was about to cum again, but she stopped; she was extending the moment building to an orgasm.

She grasped the large black cock in the middle now and started to ease the head in. It was a really large dildo and even the head stretched her pussy wide. She started talking to herself again, roleplaying her fantasies.

“Oh baby, please, please don’t tease your bitch give me that Big Nigger Cock!” Then she slammed it into her cunt hard, halfway in with one şerifali escort powerful thrust! She screamed out, “Oh Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

Then she thrust in and out in a flurry and rolled back and forth on the bed, this imaginary fucking scene lasted for several minutes. I could not believe my eyes she was screaming and fucking herself so hard with the dildo; it was incredible to watch. Then finally, her hands released the dildo and fell to her side, nearly all the large black dildo jammed deep in her cunt. “Oh thank you baby, for fucking your white bitch so hard, momma loves your nigger cock!”

Oh my god, I was floored not only by the near self rape I had just witnessed, but by the language Jean used. Never, and I mean never, did she use the N-word as she called it; she even said it made her feel uncomfortable to hear it in a movie. But clearly, in her fantasies, she was a white bitch getting fucked hard; playing a role you might see in a porn movie. As she laid there, I was enthralled at what she might do next, and also, it was becoming even more evident, that this role-play was something she did regularly. As I watched her breathing started to slow and return to normal, and she was now making soft grunting sounds and I could barely believe my eyes as she slowly was pushing the black dildo from her cunt without using her hands ’til it fell free, soaking wet from her pussy. She then stood up poured herself some more wine, took a swig, then walked over to the window, and looked outside totally naked; something Jean would never do, but slut Jean did. “Oh that felt so good,” Jean said, as she returned to the bed to sit down, “but it can never happen, I love Bill too much to ever cheat on him.”

She pulled another toy from the box, a strap on dildo, this had a brown eight inch cock attached. She cocked her head and said, “Reminds me of Bill. I am a lucky girl to have married a great guy who is also hung.”

She sat down on the bed, putting one leg through the straps and then the other, and as she stood up, it looked like Jean had a hard eight inch cock. She swatted it with her hand and it sprang back up. “Do I make you horny, baby?” she said in an Austin Powers voice, and then laughed.

As she admired herself in the mirror turning from side to side as if admiring her sexy body and her hard cock at the same time. She said, “Oh how I wish Terri had not moved so far away, we used to have such great fun fucking each other with this after we had been out for drinks.”

Terri, I pondered, why does that name sound so familiar? Oh fuck, I thought to myself, she was a roommate of Jean’s from her time in college. And Jean just used the F-word, as she called it, because she and Terri fucked each other with a strap-on. I kept being stunned by one thing after another; what I was finding out about my wife was incredible. How right Stan was, the slut inside is indeed waiting to be released.

“Oh well,” Jean said, pulling the strap-on down her long silky legs and placing it back in her toy box. She said with a smile, “It is time to give Bill his treat now.”

Give Bill his treat? What does she mean by that I wondered. Then she bounced back on the bed with a smile and pulled from the box a cock shaped dildo that also had a pair of life-like balls at the base, the color and length would have been a match for my cock.

So this is her Bill, god I love this woman even more as she took her Bill toy into her mouth and started giving it a very loving blow job. “Oh baby,” she said, “you are so big and hard for your Jean; that hard cock must hurt baby, let me make it all better.”

Then she took her Bill toy in deeper, and I could tell she was swirling her tongue around the tip. Holy fuck, that is just how she gives me a blowjob; she was doing to her toy Bill what she does with me!

She then set her Bill toy down and poured the last of the wine from the bottle into her glass. “Oopsy!” she said with a giggle, “all gone.”

Jean was not yet drunk, but very close to it. Her energy level was different now, still aroused, but the effects of the wine and the hard fucking she gave herself when she was playing the role of the ‘white bitch’ had changed her state of mind. She seemed reflective now as she laid back and lubed up toy Bill.

As she eased toy Bill slowly in her pussy, she said, “Ouchy, a little sore from Big Black Cock!” Then she started stroking it deeper, until finally, toy Bill was in her up to its balls, “Oh baby, that feels good,” and by her expression, she was not lying, looking blissful with toy Bill buried deep inside her cunt.

With her right hand holding the base of toy Bill, and just ever so slowly moving the toy in and out of her pussy, her left forearm was behind her head as if pondering something now of great importance.

She said, “I wonder if Bill was just teasing me about Marie asking me to be her wingman and fuck a complete stranger? I mean if it was really important to Marie, and she really liked the guy she was with, could I let her down by not fucking the guy’s friend? I mean, I would never see him again. The guy Marie would fuck, I mean who knows, maybe they would date and Marie would marry him. Can I stand in the way of her getting married and being happy?”

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It was our second time. You met me at the door of the bedroom and told me to come in. You had just showered and your hair was damp, leaving a light mist on your bare shoulders. You wore blue jeans and heels but nothing from the waist up. Beautiful. One of the looks that excites me the most. Your bare, succulent breasts, open to me, to the world outside with the shades pulled back; and wanting to taste your ripe nipples, fully erect in my presence.

You order me to take off my clothes and I obey, down to my underwear. My cock is hard and bulging, trapped in the sheer cloth surrounding it. You move your eyes down to my cock, my underwear soaked in pre-cum at its tip, anticipating this moment in time with you. Your dark cat-eyes are hungry. In an instant you’re on your knees swallowing as much of my cock as possible through my underwear, sucking up the sweet taste of my pre-cum. I can hardly stand it, so I pull your head away from my cock and pull you up to your feet and kiss you hard, darting my tongue into your mouth and catching a taste of the sweet nectar still on your lips.

Your nipples come into contact with mine as you push your breasts purposely against them and I’m brushed with ecstasy. I turn you away from me and pull your bare back close to my chest, exposing your breasts to the world again and pushing you against the plate glass window. The cold glass stimulating your already hard nips. You see a couple across the way from our 4th floor hotel room. They’re in their own room at the same level in the same hotel and they see us. She’s sitting in front of him on his lap. Nude. Riding his cock. His hands fondling her breasts. It’s driving you wild to know that they’re watching us and fucking.

I pull your hair to the right and kiss the left side of your neck, biting and sucking down to your shoulder, feeling the goosebumps on your bare shoulders. I can’t get enough of your flesh and reaching around your front, I grab your breasts with both of my hands and squeeze them, rubbing your nipples between my fingers and thumbs, kneading them endlessly. They are so beautiful and feel so wonderful in my hands, perfectly shaped. But you want more, and you cup my hands with yours, sarıkamış escort squeezing, forcing me to squeeze your soft flesh harder and harder as you moan in pleasure. She’s on her knees now, sucking his cock into her mouth.

After a while, I pull my hands down to your crotch and grab the buttons and pull open the bindings and reach my right hand down to your pussy under your panties. They’re dark purple laced silkies and wet from your pussy. My favorite color. You’re so, so wet and you’ve soaked your panties so much that your juices have leaked through to your jeans! I pull them down to your hips, right hand still pushing in between your pussy lips, and now the left hand down your backside inside your jeans, palm against your sweet ass. I bite the back of your left shoulder and run my wet tongue to your vertebrae and move my tongue down your back to the top of your tailbone. I’m on my knees now. I pull your pants and panties down to your ankles and help you step out of them. She’s facing us, on her knees, and he’s behind her, fucking her from behind. Your stare meets hers.

I kiss the point where your crease begins and run my tongue slowly down, pulling your sculpted cheeks apart and touch my tongue to the outer rim of your ass. I push the tip of my tongue softly in, probing inwardly there and hear you gasp as you instinctively bend forward and raise your ass up, allowing more room to push in a bit deeper. My right hand moves back to your pussy as I push my fingers gently between your lips down there. You moan more and more, but then I move around to your front and bury my tongue into your pussy. Finally I taste your sweet juices and they’re intoxicating. I move up to your breasts and suck your nipples, areolas and flesh as far into my mouth as they will go, one at a time. You can’t tell if he’s fucking her pussy or her ass; all you know is its mesmerizing. You feel my hardness against your cunt then and half fall, half sit on the side of the bed. You pull off my briefs and finally release my hard cock from its bonds. My balls in one hand, my member in the other, you tongue the head of my cock, lapping up the clear nectar dripping from it and swallow it down. You fuck the small sarıyer escort opening with the tip of your tongue, then slowly suck my cock into your mouth, drawing it in all the way deep into your throat and hold it there for what seems like an eternity and push your fingers into my ass, pushing gently at my opening.

I’ve lost my senses, drunk on pleasure. I could cum so hard, but I push your head away. You slap my ass roughly for denying you the sweet milk from my cock. “Do it again and see what happens”, I say sternly. You oblige and slap my ass even harder, stinging the flesh, looking up at me defiantly with a sexy, hot, mischievous smile. I take a half-step back and with my right hand I carefully slap your left breast on its side, sending a wave of pain and a unique pleasure through the fleshy mound. I catch your right hand just as it connects with my cock as you return the strike, and I shove you to the bed. And pinning your hands above your head on the bed, I rub my cock forcefully against the folds of your pussy, back and forth over your clit, building your pleasure once again. You turn your head slightly and see him fucking her against the window now, as he holds her up to his hips, her legs wrapped around his ass as he pounds her with his cock and you see him looking over her shoulder at us. Your eyes meet his…

You cry out as you cum and the ache of emptiness makes you beg me to fill your void with my cock. I push the head of my cock between your labia and with one hand begin strumming your clit; I hold my cock and rapidly move it back and forth across your clit. Then you cum hard, crying out in pleasure, and spray juice from your pussy on me, letting loose with cries of passion; and just then I impale you with my manhood, shoving my rock hard cock in all the way to its hilt and you arch your back, shoving your hips into mine and cry out again, waves upon waves of pleasure crashing in your pussy and rippling throughout your body. I turn at an angle and scissor your pussy. You have full access to my ass with your right hand and lube it up, and reach up to my crease, pushing your fingers into it and pushing your middle finger into my ass. You finger fuck my ass and massage şarkışla escort my prostate. I squeeze you breasts with my left hand while the 45 degree angle from which I scissor your pussy rubs my pubic bone against your clit causing you to cum hard. You cry out as you cum and yell out my name saying, “Fuck me, Keith, fuck me, cum inside my pussy, please let me feel you cum!” You squeeze my cock as hard as you can with your pussy, and I can’t hold back any more; I’m completely overtaken by your pussy and your breasts and your mouth and eyes and body! And I erupt inside you, yelling out with moans of intense pleasure, my cum shooting out of my cock and filling your pussy! I’m fucking you with every ounce of my body, fucking your pussy with my cock, your mouth with my tongue, your body with my body! Until I collapse over you, both of us completely spent, our bodies shaking from the tamed volcano deep inside us.

After a while, I roll off of you and make my way down to your pussy; with the last remnants of my energy, I dive my tongue into your pussy and suck up the mixture of our cum. I taste it all, the sweet spice of my cum with the juice of your pussy and swallow it. You moan with what’s left of your voice and your heart, and you shudder softly with orgasmic rhythms, cumming again, but softly, with barely a conscious feeling.

I turn my body so we’re yin and yang, lingam and yoni. My cock at your lips, you take it into your mouth, sucking away the wetness from your pussy, and feel it begin to soften. I moan with the pleasure, the eroticism of what you’re doing. And then you feel me sucking your inner left thigh, high up near your cunt. Three distinct times I suck the flesh of your upper thigh in three directions, forming a “K” in three small straight lines of hickeys that intersect. There, I’ve branded you, marked you; claiming my territory for others to see should their eyes venture to your cunt whenever your silky smooth thighs are exposed. The first letter of my name, imprinted upon your skin from the blood drawn up below. In dreamy, half-asleep visions we drift off to another realm. The other two have collapsed upon each other…

The next morning, at breakfast in the hotel restaurant, the waitress brings us two glasses of champagne. “Compliments of the other table”, she gestures to the side and there’s the couple who were fucking across the way from us. They raise glasses of their own in toast. We look at each other with “of course!” and invite them to our table…

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Since our kids have grown up and left home my wife Allie has thrown herself into her activities such as yoga and book club. I hardly ever know her schedule and always seem to find out at the last minute if there are events happening, and whether I’m invited or not. Fair enough, it’s good that she’s keeping in touch with her circle of women friends, mostly mothers who have known each other since they had their first child.

I wasn’t that surprised when she told me, ‘Ted, remember we are going to a party at Diana’s tomorrow evening’. I didn’t know who Diana was, maybe book club or yoga. And then Allie said casually, ‘Diana and Paul are naturists, so it will be clothing optional’. That did surprise me, as we had been to several naturist resorts over the years, but Allie had always made it clear that she went reluctantly, and she quickly changed the subject if I ever commented on another man’s physique. I had noticed however that she seemed more than usually responsive in bed in the privacy of our cabin at these resorts. I just replied, ‘OK’ and kept my thoughts to myself.

The next evening she surprised me again by being ready on time. Allie was in good shape compared to some of the other mothers, and looked very fetching in her blue cocktail party dress. I didn’t see the point of going to much trouble if we were just going to take it off later, and she gave me a look that said I could have tried harder to look presentable to her friends.

Diana and Paul’s house was a modern two storey with a pool, immaculate inside and well-groomed garden outside, buzzing with conversation from guests already arrived. We were immediately given a glass of champaign and a few introductions (I forgot names almost immediately) and were shown where we could change and leave our things. Allie had downed her champaign quickly, and drew her dress over her head and neatly folded it, revealing she had worn no underwear, and I guessed she had trimmed her bush, which she usually refused to trim or shave for me.

Allie and Diana went off to chat with some of the other wives, sancaktepe escort and I chatted for a while with Paul, who had the physique of an athlete, I guess he was ten years younger than me and very confident, with a big ego to match the size of his cock. There were several older men, white haired and amiable, with whom I chatted, while looking around the room to keep an eye on Allie. As people moved around talking and drinking, couples would discreetly move into the adjoining hallway or, I guessed, other rooms and it became pretty obvious what some were here for. I didn’t expect Allie would be into that, but I anxiously scanned the room to see where she was.

When I saw Allie and Paul quietly move towards a darkened corner of the hallway leading to other rooms, I managed to steer the group I was talking with to a position where I could still see them. Allie was leaning against the wall, Paul in front to her close. They were talking and then he moved closer and kissed her. She had her arms around him, and when he moved back a little I could see he had a massive hardon, which he was pressing against her belly. I watched him move a hand down between them to straighten himself, then he put his arms around her and kissed her even more passionately. She was clearly into him with her whole body, and from the way she moved I thought he might already be inside her.

The older guy I was chatting with, Lionel, white haired with a trimmed white beard, lent towards my ear and whispered, ‘I think she likes it’. I hadn’t realised I was so focussed on Paul and Allie, and turned back to Lionel, who continued in a low voice, ‘I love your uncut cock’ and proceeded to start fondling my foreskin. I didn’t want to move away or lose sight of Allie, and stood transfixed as I watched Paul work his cock into my wife while Lionel gently rubbed the foreskin over the tip of my dick.

Paul and Allie continued to make out, and when he placed his big hands under her ass and lifted her bodily off the floor, with a thrust of his hips it was clear sandıklı escort that he was deep inside her and proceeded to slow-fuck her. It was obvious from her movements and moans while they continued kissing that she wanted him to go faster.

With Lionel whispering commentary in my ear and stroking my dick, it was all too much and I came over Lionel’s hand, and then as my dick went limp and Lionel started to wipe away my cum, I watched Paul driving Allie to a trembling orgasm with her legs wrapped tight around him. When he gently let her down onto her own feet, and his cock slipped out of her, wet and limp but still impressive, I was sure I could hear the slurp from twenty feet away.

I needed another drink, and joined a group in the lounge, passing Allie as she made her way to the bathroom. She did not meet my gaze. A few drinks later we were all sitting around the lounge. Paul had joined our group and was sitting beside me, Allie was sitting opposite, with a few others relaxing, talking about movies or whatever. After a while, Paul looked over to Allie to catch her eye and said quietly but loud enough for me to hear, ‘How about we got to a room and get it on properly?’ There was a pause in the conversation, as she stopped sipping her drink and said, ‘OK, but I need to pee first’. She got up and went to the bathroom, leaving me sitting next to Paul.

Paul was sitting back on the lounge with his arms stretched out along the back, his legs outstretched. His cock was limp but lying full length against his inner thigh. He looked at me and then at his cock and said, ‘You can touch it if you like’. I looked at it, there is something about big cocks, then lifted it with one hand, put my other hand under it to feel the weight, gave it a stroke, and with a feeble laugh let it flop back against his thigh. He was circumcised, so it was all shaft and head, and he was starting to get hard, ready to fuck my wife again. He got up and met her as she came back, and then held her hand as they walked down the hall.

Lionel came over saray escort and whispered in my ear ‘Ready for round two?’ I was ready to follow them, but hesitated to go with him and did not want to be seen to follow too quickly. Thankfully there was a woman with Lionel, somewhat younger, thin with small breats, but a nice figure, who he introduced as Julia. She gave me a reassuring smile and took my hand. We found the room, mainly by following the unmistakable sounds of a squeaking bed, male grunts and a woman’s cries of encouragement, muted at first but increasing in intensity. Paul and Allie had got straight into it. We three voyeurs huddled together outside in the hall. Lionel was touching my cock while Julia guided my hand to her pussy. She was incredibly wet and I soon had three or four fingers insider her and felt as if I could have got my whole hand in. Julia came from humping my hand, and I ejaculated again in Lionel’s hand, before I could give much thought to anything or take in the details of what was happening inside the room.

I felt dizzy and embarrassed to have been jerked off by an older man, twice, and leant against the wall to support myself. When I recovered, I was alone in the hall, with the sounds Allie had made fucking Paul, and her cries when she came, echoing in my head. When I looked into the room, Paul had gone, leaving Allie exhausted on the bed. I could smell her sweat and his cum. When she realised it was me, she said ‘Could you wash me up honey?’ so I went to the bathroom for a wash cloth and towel and cleaned up her pubes, wiping away his cum.

After a glass of soft drink and a ‘Nice to meet you’ from Lionel and Julia, we both felt unsteady but ready to go home. At the door, somewhat distracted, I thought I heard Diana whisper to Allie, ‘Was it as good as I told you it would be?’ and I thought I heard Allie reply ‘Better’. Then I got a sharp look from Allie when Diana turned to me and said ‘I see you got on well with some of the older men… they come to play while their wives get a good shagging’.

We did not talk on the drive home, and Allie fell into bed still in her party dress. As I lay beside her she murmured, ‘Did you really hold Paul’s cock?’ I turned toward her and slid my hand between her legs to feel her still moist pussy lips and slightly crusty pubes, but she was already asleep.

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Hannah couldn’t wait for in-person classes to resume. She was excited about returning to campus after being cooped up back in her hometown with her parents, separated from all her friends at university.

She hadn’t minded Zoom classes all that much, especially after her friend Vanessa had shown her the feature “hide self view.” She didn’t like looking at her own image in her webcam. It didn’t exactly flatter her pale, freckled complexion. When her mind had wandered during class, her eyes would drift to her own small square, and she would internally critique her round cheeks, her high forehead, her nearly invisible light-blonde eyebrows, her thin lips, and her red hair in its messy bun. She would wonder if she would ever look old enough to get into a bar without being carded.

She had taken to having Zoom calls with her friends outside of class, as well. She and her two closest friends, Vanessa and Joshua, would convene on a group video call on the odd Friday night to catch up. Joshua had a Zoom license, so the three friends could talk to their hearts’ content without being cut off by the 40-minute time limit imposed on the free version.

It always brightened Hannah’s day to see her two friends, albeit virtually. They would swap stories of what they had been doing to pass the seemingly endless hours in lockdown, share gossip about their classmates, and just muse on life experiences and philosophies, the way they used to do in the common room until the wee hours of the morning.

Hannah’s mood buoyed as soon as she joined the call. There was Vanessa looking as beautiful as always: her brown eyes twinkling out from below her curls, her delicate features brightening into a radiant smile. “Good to see you, Hannah!” she chimed. There was Joshua, wearing the thick-framed coke-bottle glasses he wore after he had taken his contacts out, looking slightly tawnier than she remembered, but with the same no-nonsense short-back-and-sides haircut. He was sitting in what appeared to be an immaculate bedroom, a sagging bookshelf visible off to one corner.

Joshua was a sweet, quiet boy who seemed younger than his nineteen years. He had lived on the same hallway as Hannah and Vanessa Freshman year, and the two girls had made efforts to include the reclusive young man when they went to the dining hall for meals. He soon felt comfortable enough to come out of his shell with the two of them, and the discovered him to be whip-smart and gifted with a wry sense of humor. He had been spending more time outdoors since returning home.

“My mom keeps yelling at me to wear more sunscreen,” he told the girls. “She says I don’t even look Taiwanese anymore. I guess I do look kinda Filipino…”

The girls laughed. “Well, let me know if you wanna use any of the whitening cream my mom’s always giving me,” Vanessa chimed. “I told her ‘No, way, why are Dominicans so into whitening cream, even after we saw what it did to Sammy Sosa?'”

“I can’t exactly relate,” said Hannah, sheepishly. “I’m about as white as they come.”

“Hey, Vanessa, you should give the whitening cream to Hannah. Maybe it’ll make her turn invisible!”

The three friends chuckled, Joshua hardest of all.

“Why don’t you try getting some sun?” Vanessa suggested. “I mean, use some sunscreen, of course.”

“Well, I would,” said Hannah, not quite sure how to say what was on her mind, “but my bathing suit… It doesn’t, uh, fit me anymore.”

“Really? You don’t look like you’ve gained weight,” said Vanessa.

“Well, I can assure you, I have.” said Hannah, her face reddening as she looked down at her desk.

“I’ve gotta go,” said Joshua, “but I’ll leave the meeting open so you two can talk about girl stuff.”

The girls bade Joshua a good night as he turned off his webcam and mic.

“Well, that’s a first!” said Vanessa, “Usually Joshua will stay on the line for as long as humanly possible when you’re on the call!”

“Oh, stop it, he does not have a crush on me.” Hannah retorted. Vanessa had frequently teased her about the way Josh would fawn over her. At this point, it felt more like a running joke.

Vanessa regaled Hannah with some tales of her online dating misadventures, some of which Joshua would not have been able to handle. Whenever Vanessa or Hannah spoke openly about their sex lives, he would turn bright crimson and look anywhere but at the faces of his two friends. Vanessa joked that he looked like an eighth-grade boy who’d been dragged into a lingerie store by his older sister.

“Suffice it to say, the Passport feature has allowed me to discover that there truly are douchebags all over the world.”

Hannah laughed. “And that dick pics are universal.”

Vanessa grinned wryly, “Well, we already knew that. Speaking of dirty pictures, you’re not the only one who’s having trouble fitting into her bathing suit. The only nudes I have are all at least 8 months old. Now I feel too fat to take any new ones.

Hannah’s face grew serious. “Vanessa, I need to talk to you about sakarya escort this…bathing suit situation.”

“It’s not a big deal, Hannah! All of us put on a little weight in lockdown. What else is there to do?”

“It’s not that–it’s where I put on all the weight.”

“Oh, did you finally grow a butt?” Vanessa teased.

“No,” said Hannah with a roll of her eyes, “still just rockin’ a tiny white girl butt. I’m carrying a lot of weight in my… In my chest.”

Looking down abashedly, the swell of her nascent bust under her navy-blue sweatshirt filled half her field of vision.

“Wow, so you’ve… You’ve gone through, like, puberty?”

“I’m 20, Vanessa! I already went through puberty, so what gives?”

“I mean, I guess you’re a late bloomer…You gotta let me see.”

Hannah squirmed in her desk chair.

“Show me dem titties, girl!” Vanessa barked, in her best parody of a misogynist. Hannah laughed despite herself.

“Hold on a minute,” Hannah replied. She felt extremely self-conscious about her breasts, even around Vanessa. She took a deep breath to compose herself before pulling her baggy sweatshirt over her head.

“See?” she said, sitting up a little straighter so as to get her chest into the frame. She arched her back slightly displaying her ample bust beneath the cotton t-shirt which had once fit with room to spare. The fabric was now stretched taught between her massive breasts, her normally light-pink nipples darkening as they responded to the night chill and hardened to points that poked through the thin material.

“Take your top off!” Vanessa rasped, continuing her impression of a strip club patron.

“Wait, I’m not wearing a bra. Hold on.”

“Aw, c’mon, it’s just me!”

“I’m shy!”

“Fair enough.” Vanessa had said with a sigh.

In his bedroom, Joshua paused the video game he was playing. He had been unable to sleep, after all, even with the soothing sound of his two best friends’ voices softly emanating from his laptop on his bedside table. He picked up his computer and placed it on his lap, sliding the cover over the lens cap as an extra precaution.

Hannah hadn’t been bothering to wear bras due to the fact that she hardly ever met anybody in person, and it was just as well–she had grown out of her B-cups as her breasts had continued to swell to… well, whatever size they were now. All she knew was that they were verging on cartoonish in size. When she caught her reflection in a mirror, she would be reminded of the class clown in middle school putting two gator-skin dodgeballs up his shirt to pretend he had big boobies.

Now she reached into her wardrobe and retrieved one of her cutest bras, one that she was very disappointed to have grown out of. It was an electric-blue Victoria’s Secret bra, with a little pink bow right on the sternum.

She lifted the hem of her t-shirt up to where her ribs met her bust, bracing herself for the discomfort of pulling the shirt over her plump, tender breasts. Her boobs lifted with her shirt and then tumbled out, one a split-second after the other and swung freely, slapping gently against one another from the momentum of the drop.

Hannah then wrapped the bra around her torso. She put the cups against her back so that she could fasten it at the front and then slide it around, a maneuver that had once posed her no difficulty.

Now, since her growth spurt, she had to carefully line the clasp up with the canyon between her pendulous breasts, or else she wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing.

“Hey, I ain’t got all day,” came Vanessa’s voice. “Hang on!” Hannah cried from out of frame, “I’m tryna wrestle my boobs into this damn bra.”

Sliding the cups into position, Hannah threaded her slender arms under the straps and then tried to scoop each of her breasts into its cup. She went back to her desk and slid into frame.

Joshua’s eyes bulged out of his head. He scrambled for his coke-bottle glasses and hurriedly put them back on, almost poking an eye out with a wayward stem. He couldn’t believe that he was seeing Hannah in her bra. He couldn’t believe WHAT he was seeing IN Hannah’s bra. He would have killed to see Hannah in her underwear back when she had been a B-cup; he had had a crush on her since the second month of school. Now he began to feel his body temperature rise. He was tempted to click “record,” but he knew the girls would notice.

Vanessa resumed her seat at her desk. She clasped the lever beneath the swivel chair to raise the seat, the better to show Vanessa her incongruously large bust. “OK, do you see what I’m talking about now?”

Vanessa was shocked. The unseen Joshua’s mouth was agape. Hannah’s breasts were huge. The soft flesh billowed out of the cups of her little blue bra wherever it could. Her pale breasts burst out the sides, towards Hannah’s armpits. They burst out the top like freshly-leavened loaves from their pans. The bra looked to be at least two sizes too small. Joshua, squinting, could salihli escort make out the edges of Hannah’s light-pink areolas peering out into her prodigious cleavage. Vanessa gaped at her friend’s chest, drinking it in. There was a gap between the straps of the straining bra and the domes of Hannah’s breasts.

“OK,” said Vanessa, “Correction. Those are not titties. Those are tits.”

“What do I do?” whimpered Hannah, causing her huge bust to jiggle. “I’ve tried dieting, I’ve tried exercise, I’ve tried intermittent fasting…” She enumerated the measures she had taken on her fingers, gesticulating wildly at each attempt to thwart the growth of her balooning bosom. Her gestures sent shockwaves across her breasts, shaking her left nipple loose of containment. It was pale pink in color, about the size of a Snapple lid. If one looked closely–as Joshua was–one could see the areola puckering in the cold of Hannah’s room, shrinking to the size of a beer bottle cap. He could see the darker-pink nub of Hannah’s nipple protruding from her bra.

Joshua had a brainwave. He opened up the screen recorder software he had used to record himself playing PC games. He hit “record,” feeling so horny he was almost nauseous. A pang of guilt struck him as he realized what he was doing: he was recording his friend without her knowledge or consent. Did that make him a bad person? That was a question for later.

“Hannah, listen. You’re not fat,” said Vanessa in a soothing voice. “You’re just… stacked.”

“But why now?”

“The Lord works in mysterious ways,” said Vanessa. “I don’t fully understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m–well–deformed!” Hannah cried, palming her left breast and giving it a little shake before letting it drop back to her chest. The motion set her breast, with its exposed nipple, jiggling merrily once more, which sent her other breast swinging in solidarity. Now her right nipple emerged fully from the electric-blue brassiere. Hannah caught sight of her image inset in the upper corner next to Vanessa’s pretty face, realizing that both of her nipples were now exposed.

She gasped as she reached her left hand across the wide expanse of her bust to clap it over her right nipple, then tried to cover her left nipple with her elbow. The pressure of her forearm forced the tops of her breasts even higher, nearly reaching Hannah’s chin.

“I’m turning off my camera now,” said Hannah. “Show’s over.”

“Awww, don’t! You’ve nothing to be shy about!” Vanessa reassured her.

Joshua’s prayers were answered. Hannah’s camera remained on.

“They got so big so fast, Vanessa! I have stretch marks!”

“For real?” said Vanessa, “What have you been eating, gurl? I could use me some titties like those…”

“Oh, stop,” said Hannah.

“I’m just saying, a lot of girls would be jealous of your figure. And besides, I don’t see any stretch marks.”

“Well, you can’t, not when I’m wearing a bra.” Hannah said. She swallowed nervously. “Wait a sec.”

Hannah now fumbled with the clasp on her back, trying to use her image on the laptop screen to help her. She undid the clasp and disentangled her arms from the straps of the little blue bra. She held it in place with her hands as she considered backing out.

“Honey, you know your nipples are already showing, right? Just lemme see,” crooned Vanessa.

Hannah looked down. Sure enough, she was holding her bra in such a way that the tops of both her areolas were half exposed. The bra hung from her erect nipples. She sighed and let it drop the rest of the way.

Joshua stopped breathing. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. His mouth went dry. He was so erect that it hurt.

Hannah’s pale breasts swung free above her desk. Her nipples, which sat high on the swells of her bosoms, were pink, with a rim of light brown around each areola. They didn’t sag, but they wobbled and jiggled in response to even the most minute movements on Hannah’s part.

Hannah gathered up her left breast in both hands and held it up to the camera. She pinched her nipple with her right hand and lifted up, showing the south face of the gargantuan tit to the webcam. Indeed, there were some faint, parallel lines in Hannah’s skin, somehow even paler than the rest of her chest.

“Do you see?” Hannah asked.

“You should get some of that lotion pregnant ladies use. That should help with the stretch marks. And hey, look on the bright side: if you show a little cleavage, there’s not a bouncer in town who’ll card you at any of the bars.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to show a little cleavage,” said Hannah. She sat back, letting go of her nipple, letting her breast fall. It swung into the other boob, and the two gradually bobbled back into equilibrium. “There’s nothing little about my boobs at the moment!” Hannah exclaimed. At this she palmed them upwards with both hands, sending them swinging and knocking anew.

Joshua was hypnotized. A wide circle of precum was forming on his boxers.

“Hannah, samsun escort are your boobs big enough to…” Vanessa started, then thought better of it.

“Big enough to what?” Hannah wheedled.

“Are they big enough to, um, put in your mouth?” Vanessa asked, embarrassed at herself for asking such a question.

Hannah stared down at her tits for a moment, then back up at the camera. “That, um, hadn’t occurred to me.”

Without any further thought, she cupped her hands beneath her breasts and held them aloft, pooling them below her collarbone. They were well within reach. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked to her webcam for encouragement.

“Do it!” Vanessa goaded. “For science!”

Hannah held up her left nipple, stuck out her tongue, and flicked it back and forth. It so good that she closed her eyes involuntarily. She raised the other nipple to her chin, flicked it with her tongue, and then latched her thin lips onto it.

Realizing she had quite forgotten herself, she dropped her breasts once more, letting them bounce and jiggle back to their regular position, her pink nipples now glistening with her own saliva.

“I wish I could do that!” Vanessa said, only somewhat teasingly. “I’ve gotta go, Hannah. It’s late. See you in class tomorrow. Get yourself some lotion!”

“I will do, g’night.”

Joshua stayed on the line as long as humanly possible, as was his wont. The girls logged off, he clicked “end meeting,” then hit “stop” on his screen recorder software.

He watched it all the way from where he had begun recording. Then he watched it again. On his third viewing, despite not using his hands, he felt hot jizz seeping into his boxer briefs.

Hannah lay back on her bed. Her breasts pooled out on either side of her chest, the sides resting on her upper arms.

She thought about what Vanessa had said about bouncers, as she toyed with her nipples absentmindedly. She had only seen her growth spurt as an unfortunate–and freakish–medical condition, but Vanessa thought that her giant chest was something to be considered…sexy. Could that really be so?

The next morning, Hannah stood topless in front of her full-length mirror. She looked at herself appraisingly. She thought her breasts were far too big on her delicate frame, but she had to admit that they were rather shapely. They were floppy, yes, not firm like they had been before. But they weren’t saggy. Sure, they swung a bit lower when they weren’t packed into one of her undersized bras, but her light-brown nipples stood rather high on the slopes. They weren’t pointing downwards, like udders; rather, they pointed slightly upwards out of her pale flesh. “Like ski-jumps,” Hannah thought to herself, tracing a finger down from her collarbone and up off her nipple. “Wheee!” she said under her breath.

Hannah bought a bottle of lotion at the pharmacy the next morning, then brought the bag up to her room with her. She had some reading to do before Art History–a course she and Vanessa were both enrolled in–so she sat at her desk, thoroughly absorbed in a text about renaissance fresco painting. As she was about to join the lecture online, a text came through from Vanessa.

“Hey, how are you?” “OK,” Hannah replied. “Got the lotion, btw. So glad you taught me about ‘Hide self view,’ now I don’t have to stare at my giant forehead for an hour and a half!”

“You don’t have a giant forehead,” Vanessa wrote back, “you have a fivehead.”

Hannah rolled her eyes, then logged into the class. The professor, a middle-aged academic named Dr. Crake, gave a short lecture and then randomly assigned the students to breakout rooms for small group discussions. Hannah’s group was not very enthusiastic. The breakout room was composed almost entirely of the guys who were taking the class to fulfill their depth and breadth requirements, the ones whose cameras were always turned off. It seemed none of the boys in the breakout room had done the reading, so the discussion was short and stilted. The group remained in the breakout room in silence with their mics muted as they waited for the professor to close the breakout rooms and bring them back to the main session.

Hannah grew bored. She noticed the bottle of lotion in a bag next to her desk. “Well, now is as good a time as any, I suppose,” thought Hannah, and she hefted the bottle onto her desk.

She unzipped her oversized hoodie and shrugged it off her shoulders. Today she wore a conservative button-down blouse–or rather, a blouse that would have been quite modest but for the fact that Hannah’s massive breasts were straining against the buttons. A gap between the second and third buttons was big enough to expose Hannah’s cleavage–and the little pink bow at the front of her bra–to public view. Hence the loose hoody.

Hannah undid each button on her blouse, one at a time, exposing her little blue bra, her big pale breasts bulging out of it the way they had the previous night, her areolas winking over the cups.

She reached behind her to unclasp the bra, a sudden release of tension. It hung limp, away from her gorgeous breasts. She pushed the straps down her arms and breathed a sigh of relief. She was so much more comfortable without the bra cutting into her.

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7 Days of Palm Springs Pt. 01

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In this story all the people in this story are real. Some of the situations are true some are what Tracey wished happened. So when we are reliving our week in our minds it is all a true story.

This story happened last October when we were in Palm Springs for a week. A nice relaxing week but Tracey’s idea of relaxing is different then mine. Tracey just has this way of getting attention and doesn’t shy away from it. She loves people, loves being sexy and she really loves cocks, all shapes and sizes.

DAY 1 WEDNESDAY

We arrived in town on Wednesday about 4 in the afternoon. We checked in and unloaded the car. We had had a long drive so we laid down for a nap.

We woke up at around eight. We ordered pizza and sat and had a couple of drinks. When the delivery guy knocked on the door, Tracey got up to answer, now you need to understand that Tracey is the only person I know who takes clothes of to answer the door. So she jumped up took her t shirt and shorts off. She had on a nice white sheer push up bra and a white sheer g string panty on. She answered the door and asked the pizza boy to come inn. When he picked his chin up off the floor he came in and placed the pizza on the desk. He gave her the bill and Tracey came to me and bent over so he got a great view of her ass. She gave him a healthy tip and he left.

” So no interest in the young man?” I said.

” Yes but I am hungry for pizza right now not cock. That is later sweetie,” She answered.

We sat eating pizza and watching some movie. We had a couple more coolers and then about ten Tracey decided it was time for a hot tub. She went out to check things out and yes in her bra and panties. She came back disappointed, because the pool area closes at ten.

“I am going to go see the night manager and see if we can use the tub.” She said as she took her bra and panties off. “What too put on to impress. Hmmmm… “

She put on her sundress with spaghetti straps and buttons up the front. She left the top buttons undone to her sternum and also up to one a over her pussy. She gave me a kiss and off she went.

I got changed into my shorts and got the cooler ready to go, because I know Tracey will get her way. Tracey returned in about twenty minutes with a smile. She then took of the dress and put her panties back on and a short white tank top.

“So what happened, I assume it is ok.”

” Yes I will explain in the tub,” She replied with a smile.

We get to the tub and she climbs in just ahead of me. She stood up and she looked amazing. She sat up on the edge of the tub and leaned back on her hands with her legs spread.

“You realize that you are making it hard, and hard too make eye contact,” I said with a smile.

“Well I was talking to Taz , the night manager, and he said it was fine to use it but we can’t make a lot of noise. He said he would be watching me on the two security cameras for safety reasons. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my tits. Well I guess me squeezing them together and leaning on the counter didn’t help. When he came out of his office he caught me squatting down to look at brochures on the wall. My legs were spread and my dress hanging on each side of my legs exposing my pussy. I pretended to be embarrassed and apologized. He is a very cute Spanish guy.” She said smiling.

“So that’s why your facing the camera.” I said smiling.

I gave her a kiss and then freed her tits and started thumbing her nipples while trying not to obscure the cameras. Then I slid her panties off and started messaging her pussy. She was moaning softly. I pulled her closer to the edge of the tub , then I slid my seven inch cock into her and slowly started pumping. She was leaning back on her hands and I was pulling her nipples and pumping her pussy. I could feel her starting to shake and she started to moaning.

“Fuck Dick I have been horny all day. Fuck me harder!”

I started driving into her as hard as I can when she tenses right up and exhales. I pulled my dick out and started stroking it when she slid off the edge and started sucking my cock and not much later I exploded in her mouth. She licked it all up and stood up and kissed me.

“Let’s go to our room,” She said as she waved to the camera.

We walked across the pool area carrying the cooler and her bathing suit. As we left the pool area we ran into the security guard, I thought for sure we were in trouble.

” Hi folks, hope you had fun. I know Taz and I enjoyed the security feed,” He said with a smile. “Taz said you were going to try and give us a show every night. That would brighten our Night Shift,” He said. ” I had to come and meet you guys, he said Tracey was really friendly.”

With that Tracey stepped forwards and put her arms around his neck and pulled him tight to her and kissed him deeply. He in turn grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to him. She took his hands of her ass and brought them up to her tits. She could feel his dick getting hard while pertek escort she ground it on her hip.

“Well I am going to take care of Dick now so I have to go. See you tomorrow,” Said Tracey.

“WOW! Thanks, you are amazing. See more of you tomorrow, then.”

“Night, I am sure you will , ” She replied sheepishly and smiling.

“Let’s go to bed Dick, I am tired, ” Tracey said. “Tomorrow is another day.”

DAY 2 THURSDAY

We got up in the morning had some breakfast and then laid by the pool. We decided to head to the Cabazon Outlets. The dressing room stories are true except one and I will let you decide which one you think is not true. It was just supposed to be just a quiet day for us. Tracey relaxing and Tracey shopping. Well that’s not really what happened because Tracey is always horny and thinking. Not that we didn’t have fun. Also most of the supper and hotel parts are true.

As you know we were in Palm Springs for a nice relaxing week at the Inn hotel. We got up had breakfast and chatted about the day. I am not sure if I can use the name of places, so they are changed but with a little imagination you can figure them out.

Tracey said, ” I would like to go to the mall in Cabazon. We could go for noon and spend some time shopping. So what do you think?”

” Sounds good to me as long as we pick something up sexy for you to wear for supper. I think that would be fair. “

” Ok sounds good to me but how sexy?” She says with a smile.

” Well you do know how to tease me. I love when you try stuff on, thinking of you naked in a change room. Just seems to make thinks twitch, ” I said in anticipation.

We went back to our room and got ready to go. Tracey put on sheer g string panty and a push up bra both aqua coloured. She put on a short skirt and a deep v neck t shirt.

We headed out on the half hour drive to Cabazon.

We arrived there at noon and parked in the lot by the pretzel shop. We had already decided to have a pretzel, AA cinnamon and sugar pretzels are amazing. Anyways we sat on the bench in front of AA’s and decided where to start.

” So what do you want to do first? ” I asked.

” I think we could go to /// shop first and then walk across to the Desert mall. We could go to the check mark, LLemon and the Secrets, for sure. “

” Sounds great. Let’s roll. ” I said.

So we headed out and went to the /// shop and she looked around didn’t find anything. So we moved on, we walked across the street to the Desert mall and headed for the check mark store. I went and looked at shoes on the wall , I mean it had 30% off. Tracey hit the clothing racks and had some stuff to try on. So we headed to the change rooms. I stood outside thinking about her being naked behind the curtain. After all the rule is she has to get naked in the change room. Anyways she tried on a couple of skirts and a deep v bra. She decided on the bra. A nice pink with her tan her tits looked amazing.

We left the store with the check mark and walked through the mall and crossed the street when we got to the escalator, Tracey went ahead of me and jumped in ahead of a couple of guys. She was about five feet ahead of them and I was right behind them. As she got on the escalator she dropped the bag her bra was in and she bent over to pick it up. I almost couldn’t believe what I seen as I was completely caught of guard. When she bent over, she kept her knees straight, which caused her shirt to ride up. That made the crotch of sheer panties show and as a bonus they were wet already and the day had just started, it was almost like her panties weren’t there. Her panties being wet made me wonder what she was thinking about.

I got off the escalator and I headed to the Bucks to get a coffee. The two guys stopped for a second to say something and she smiled. After she walked over to talk to me.

” Tracey your such a bad girl. How come your so wet? We just got here. ” I said smiling.

” Well when we were in the store with the check mark, I was in the dressing room I got totally naked to model the stuff for you. Standing there naked with only a curtain between me and the people in the store was exciting especially because I didn’t pull the curtain right closed. I left about six inches open. When I came out to show you, the guy that was the attendant was outside my cubicle every time. Not sure what he seen. It doesn’t matter it still turned me on.” She said with her sexy smile.

“Awesome now the rest of the time do the same thing. I love thinking about you being naked in the dressing rooms. You go ahead and In the mean time I am going to have my coffee. I will catch up to you down the mall. Unless you want coffee?”

” No I am going to keep going. Maybe you can catch up to me at the LLemon store. There isn’t much between there and here that I am interested in. So see you there ok,” She said, ” Love you. “

She comes to give me a kiss and I slid my hands up her skirt and felt pınarhisar escort her pussy. It was wet and warm.

She just smiled and turned and burned. So I sat drinking my coffee for probably fifteen minutes thinking about how lucky I am to have such a horny woman like Tracey. I then headed for L Lemon. When I got there I walked in looking for Tracey and there was a few people in there roaming around. Tracey was there talking with a guy looking at clothes. So I decided to just stand back and see what was up. I was trying to figure if he was an employee or a customer. She headed towards the change rooms and to my surprise him in tow. I moved a little closer about two racks away and pretended to be looking. Tracey turned and looked right at me and smiled. She pulled back the curtain.

The attendant said, ” Would you like your husband to go in with you?”

Tracey hesitated slightly before saying , ” Yes I would and took the guy by the hand and they disappeared behind the curtain. ” She looked straight at me again with a huge smile.

So here I am watching my wife go into a change room with a strange guy , knowing full well that she is getting naked, seeing as I told her to. I was getting so horny , I couldn’t believe it. I grabbed some shorts and went to try them on. I got the next change room but could not hear anything. As I came out of the change room I seen the lady bring her some skirts to try on and as Tracey opened the curtain and in the mirror I could see she was naked but I could not see him.

I went and looked around for a couple of minutes and then I seen them leave the change room . So I slipped out of the store and sat on the planter outside. They went to the till and payed for some stuff and then they came out together and headed down the mall. As they went by she winked at me. I also noticed Tracey didn’t have a bra on anymore. They walked down to the Secrets store with his hand on her shoulder. Tracey is 5’3″ so with him beside her he looked to be around 6′. He had short blonde hair and looked like was a tennis player or something. I wondered down behind them by a couple of minutes.

I was jealous and horny , I couldn’t believe what was happening. I mean our nice relaxing shopping day has turned into one horny one. Not complaining because I enjoy a good surprise. By the time I got down there they were in the store already. I sat outside on another planter. I could see them in there looking at lingerie. Then they headed to the change room, so I moved to get a better look. I wondered into the store and started to browse. Tracey went into the dressing room and about a minute later she sent me a text of her standing naked in the change room. A few minutes later she sent me a pic of her in a baby doll nightie with no panties. Then I seen her come out and model it for the guy.

I was so fucking horny. She sent a pick of her in a pair of panties and bra. So sexy and then she walked out to show him. I am sure he must have been going crazy. She went back into the room. Then she came out and headed to the cashier. I went back outside and sat on the planter again.

They came out and went next door to the Last Chance place. I watched then go inside with his arm around her. They headed in and I followed as they headed for the dresses. They spent time looking and then picked three dresses and headed to the change room. When they got to the dressing rooms Tracey went in and was followed by him.

All of a sudden my phone buzzes so I answered. She has face timing me, not sure if it was a butt dial or on purpose. I couldn’t see anything at first then I guess she moved and I could see the mirror. There she was standing taking her t shirt off. He then helped her out of her skirt.

He said,, ” Let me help you with those panties and he reached out and pulled them down. ” They hit the floor and she stepped out of them.

She replied, ” Hey why don’t you keep those, if you want. “

She stood in front him and told him to stand up, she then pulled his shorts down and got on her knees, took hold of his cock. I could hardly see what she was doing but her pussy was looking so wet and juicy in the mirror. I could here her slurping so I knew what she was up to. She spent a minute doing him and then stood up and kissed him.

Then she tried the three dresses on and they looked fantastic. All were sexy sundresses one was a slip dress that you could see everything through, a peasant dress with no sleeves and a dress with buttons up the front with spaghetti straps. She then got naked again and walked to him sitting on the bench and bent over and stroked his dick. She bent over to pick something up, he then grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him. He slid his cock into her wet juicy pussy, at the same time he reached around and started massaging her tits. She rode him for a short time and then stood up and said you can’t come in me I don’t want it running down my leg.

She turns around and grabs his cock refahiye escort again and starts sucking like crazy. She deep throats his roughly seven inches. Very shortly after he explodes in her mouth which I didn’t see but heard. I did see her gorgeous wet pussy though.

By now the attendant has returned but I don’t think they knew it.Tracey put her t shirt and skirt on. They came out of the room and the look on the attendant’s face was priceless. They headed to the till, so I headed outside. I got out there and she texted me. ‘ Meet me at Buck’s ‘.

So I headed back to Buck’s and waited for her. About ten minutes later she shows up with a bunch of bags. She came up to me and gave me a big kiss. She said, “Let’s go,” So we left and headed back to the car.

” So what was that , dear? That was a big surprise and a good one. ” I said with a smile.

” Well it was such a turn on. I guess when I went up the escalator, I thought I would give you a treat and bend over but he was behind you and seen my show. He said he had noticed me before but me bending over was what really got his interest. He decided he need to get to know me and didn’t realize I was with you. Then those two guys I was trying to tease stopped to talk and thanked me but they were married and meeting there wives other wise they wanted to go for coffee. Then I talked to you. I got to the L Lemon and started looking at clothes and he started talking to me. He had said he wanted to buy his wife something nice and was looking for help,” She said all giddy.

” So you bought that did you. I wonder how many times that works, ” I laughed.

” Well at first I thought maybe but he did buy something for her. We were looking and I found some stuff to try on so I asked him if he wanted me to try on stuff for him. He said sure so we grabbed the things he liked and headed to the change rooms. Well when we got there the lady asked if my husband wanted to go in with me,” She said nervously.

We got to the car and loaded her bags in the trunk and I am thinking how much did she spend. We will talk about it later I guess, I was thinking.

” Yes I heard that and I was jealous because I would have loved it to have been me, ” I said chuckling.

” So I grabbed his hand and said yes. We got in there and he was flabbergasted and shocked, so I asked him if he wanted to leave. Meanwhile I took my shirt off. He sat there an I took my bra of right in front of his face and handed to him to put in his pocket. I was remembering that by you orders I had to get naked in there. I then got him to take my skirt and panties off. So I was standing naked in front of him and I turned around to pick up a pair of shorts. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was amazing he sucked on my pussy lips. He reached my nipples started pulling on them and massaging them. Then he grabbed them and squeezed. All of a sudden the lady asked if she could help. So I jumped up and asked her to get me a couple of other things. ” She said with a shy smile.

It was about five and we were almost back to the hotel. Tracey was all giddy and excited.

” I can’t believe how much fun it was. My heart was pounding the whole time. He was very nice and not hard to look at. I got dressed and we came out and I figured we better buy something. Then we went to Secrets and I was so horny it was crazy. I think it was because it was just so unexpected. Anyways we picked out some teddies, a couple of bras and some thongs. I tried on the teddies which I could see you watching and a couple of other guys and that is why I wore no panties. When I came out a couple of guys just nodded and being the Hotwife I am I smiled and said thanks, ” She said laughing.

“We went to the Last Chance place and found three nice dresses. I went to the dressing rooms and he just followed me so I tried to set my phone up for you but have no idea what you seen,” She said.

” I could see pretty much everything in the mirror. When you were blowing him I had an awesome view of your pussy. It was amazing looking at my phone and seeing what was going on in the dressing room. It looks like you took very good care of him, ” I said with a big smile.

” I told him he could take pics but none of my face. So I seen some of them and they are good. The one with my face you can’t tell because I am to busy sucking his cock which was around seven inches because I could swallow the whole thing. It was just a lot of fun also he took a close up of my wet pussy which even made me wetter. He does have my number, so we will see if I hear from him,” She said with that horny look.

By now we are in the parking lot and unloading the car and heading into the hotel. We got back to the room with all of Tracey’s bags.

” So I am afraid to ask, how much was the hit on the credit card, ” I asked?

” None , he said his treat. I guess he had fun because he would not let me pay. He was very kind and he asked what I was up to later. I told him we were going to Rick’s Lounge. He really was a nice guy and I am hoping he stops by the bar. I am hungry though so I think we should go for supper soon.”

” I think we should get cleaned up and have a nap and off we go, maybe have a snack,” I said.

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A Mystery Night of Sexual Pleasure

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The instructions were very clear and I was to follow them exactly.

1. Enter the hotel room and locate the dining chair.

2. Strip completely from the waist down, waist up is optional.

3. Put on the red patent stilettos.

4. Sit in the chair, put on the blindfold, the ear defenders and raise your legs onto the arms of the chair.

5. Wait.

The first part was easy. I arrived at 10pm sharp as instructed. In the middle of the room was the chair. What the instructions failed to mention was the plastic sheet it sat on covering the floor like some kind of prep scene from Dexter and the presently dormant webcam. Nerves mixed with excitement as I complied. I strip off. Naked from the waist down, but I remove my bra but leave on my shirt. The heels were so high I had to put them on when in the chair, I couldn’t walk a step in them. I had already failed to follow the instructions to the letter but I was hoping my insubordination wouldn’t be noticed.

The ear defenders were ugly and big but they were industrial and blocked out any sound. I could only hear my own breath and heartbeat. I checked the webcam one last time before putting on the blindfold. Still nothing. It brought me some comfort to think that should things go wrong tonight that there would be witnesses. Perhaps this scene would be played at the trial! I checked myself. I was panicking. A deep breath and everything reyhanlı escort went dark.

I adjusted my position on the chair and lent back. My legs now supported by the arms of the chair under my knees. The wood was hard but I found a semi-comfortable position. But I was exposed. The cold air circulated my bare freshly waxed pussy. Each shift in air direction that I thought I felt drove my imagination wild. Was someone in the room now? How long had I been here for? How long will I need to wait? Is anyone even coming? Should I leave?

I decided to count down from 100, out loud. I could hear my own voice bouncing inside my skull. 100, 99, 98, 97… warm air. 94, 93, 92… can I feel someone close to me?! 85, 84…

I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. Although it felt reassuring, it made me jump.

Guess this is it…

My head spins trying to guess what is about to happen next and then I have the sudden realisation that someone is in this room with me and I am splayed out on this chair. I don’t even know who he is. Who she is. Is there just one person? Two? A hundred??! My thoughts race and I realise it’s been a good few minutes since I felt anything.

The air continues to shift. I feel breezes on my legs, my face and ofcourse my pussy which is shamelessly completely exposed.

Just as I’m about ask out loud what’s happening the air temperature rize escort changes significantly below. It’s hot. Hot and moist. As if someone is breathing on me. Someone is breathing on me! There is a mouth right in front of my pussy.

And then it starts. Like a ravenous being at an all you can eat buffet my pussy is roughly and messily abused by this hot and wet mouth. They don’t stop for air. I feel lips. tongue. Teeth. Stubble? Licking and sucking and tongue fucking me with everything they have.

The shock prevents me from thinking straight. I feel nothing else. No hands. No fingers. Just a rabid mouth. Sucking at my lips. Pulling.

I feel their salvia dribble down my ass. And then. It stops. My clit feeling completely forgotten. If that was it, it was shit. What on Earth did I sign up for that for.

Not a minute passes and I feel a cold damp touch. A wet wipe maybe? Gently swiping in and around followed by a little spank to my clit. I jump. What is happening?!

The air turns hot again. Round two of the worse eating out of my life?!

Again a ravenous start, keen but a lot more tongue and a hell of a lot of attention on my clit. Licking it and flicking it. Rubbing it and sucking it. Fuck. The excitement of the situation twinned with the treatment of my clit, I came so quickly. This person really upped their game from the first time.

As I composed myself safranbolu escort and appreciated the courtesy wet wipe given to me, it hit me. No stubble. I didn’t feel any stubble. That was someone else.

And this is how my night went mouth after mouth, some the same, or all different I have no idea. My pussy felt swollen and abused but satisfied. I must have cum over 20 times.

After the last courtesy wipe a hand lifted one cover off my ear. A voice whispered;

“Nice work, I think you enjoyed that. You can drop your legs now. Just give us 5 minutes to pack up. I’ll remove these ear defenders when we’re ready to go. Just don’t take off the blindfold until you hear the door close.

Oh. And you can keep the shoes.”

As promised, 5 minutes passed and the ear defenders were removed. I waited. Door opened. Door closed.

Off came the blindfold. My eyes struggled to adjust to the light. The light. Oh my god it’s daylight outside. 6am?! I look around the room and almost everything is the same. The chair is soaking and the plastic is too. The webcam is gone! I try to stand up but the combination of the stilettos, the wet plastic and my weak legs force me back down.

There’s a note folded standing on the bed. I kick off the shoes and try and step onto the carpet avoiding the plastic sheet as best I can.

It reads:

“Congratulations. You’ve gone viral.”

And below it a QR code.

I grab my phone from my things, low battery. But just enough. I scan the code.

It automatically opens a webpage, a porn site. A video which was live until all of 30 minute ago with over a million views.

“Watch us feed the homeless.”

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Meine Herrin Neda Kap 10-11

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Ich schiebe diesen Teil mal wieder unter Voyeur/Exhibitionismus. Bitte erst die anderen Teile lese. Ich freue mich wie immer über Kommentare, Kritik und Bewertungen!

Viel Vergnügen!

10 Inspektion

“Siehst du die Frau da? Die beobachtet uns die ganze Zeit!”

“Wo?”

Ich folgte Nedas Finger.

Tatsächlich saß da hinten eine Frau allein an einem Tisch des Cafés, in das wir gegangen waren. Sie hatte das Handy in der Hand und schien etwas zu lesen, schaute aber immer wieder ungeniert zu uns hinüber.

Sie war älter als wir, klein, schlank. Ich glaubte nicht, dass die sandblonden Haare echt waren. Sie war schick gekleidet, aber nicht überkandidelt.

“Die steht auf dich!”, meinte Neda.

“Vielleicht steht sie auch auf dich!”

“Kann nicht sein!”

“Warum nicht?”

“Du bist das heißeste Ding hier weit und breit!”

Ich war über dieses Kompliment ein wenig überrascht und lief rot an.

“Du bist süß, wenn du dich schämst!”, lächelte Neda.

“Und du bist süß, wenn du lügst!”

“Schau mal, wie sie dir auf deinen Choker schaut. Die weiß, was das Ding bedeutet.”

“Vielleicht will sie je auch von dir an die Leine genommen werden.”

“Weiß ich nicht. Ich glaube, die will lieber die Leine halten.

“Die Leine, an der ich hänge?”

Diese frivole Konversation zwischen uns machte mich schon an. Auch der Gedanke, dass jemand mein Geheimnis kennen mochte, war irgendwie cool, wenn es so eine attraktive Frau war, die mich begaffte.

“Keine Sorge. Die Leine gebe ich nicht aus der Hand!”

“Da bin ich beruhigt.”

“Aber was, wenn ich sie ein wenig daran ziehen ließe?”

Es ging mit mir auf und ab. Gerade hatte ich mich noch von Neda beschützt gefühlt, und im nächsten Moment wollte sie fremde Frauen an meiner metaphorischen Leine ziehen lassen.

“Wie meinst du das?”

“Na, ja. Nichts Schlimmes. Aber ich bin halt so stolz auf dich, dass ich dich gerne ein bisschen rumzeigen würde. Ich würde halt gerne ein bisschen mit dir flexen!”

“Flexen? Bin ich jetzt eine Rolexuhr für dich?”

“Ich glaube, so eine Rolex ist schon was ziemlich Rares. Und was Wertvolles. So wie du!”

Schon wieder so ein Kompliment!

Sie legte die Hand auf meine und drückte sie zur Beruhigung.

“Also, was ist?”

“Naja, so ein bisschen macht mich der Gedanke schon an. Aber was stellst du dir vor? Ich lass mich von der nicht hier vor allen Leuten verhauen oder versohlen oder anschreien.”

“Keine Sorge. Würde ich nicht zulassen. Lass mich mal machen! Ich habe eine Idee. Okay?”

Mein “Okay” war erst etwas unsicher, aber das Ganze klang irgendwie verrückt.

Neda nahm eine Serviette und einen Stift und kritzelte eine Nummer drauf. Ich schaute gespannt zu, konnte es aber erst lesen, als sie mir die Serviette rüberschob.

Es war Nedas Telefonnummer.

Ich sah sie fragend an.

“Du glaubst doch nicht, dass ich ihr deine Nummer gebe oder?”

“Hätte ich gedacht.”

“Keine Chance, ich will doch nicht, dass die dich mir abwirbt.”

“Das wird nicht passieren. Da brauchst du keine Sorge zu haben! Die kann gar nicht so gut sein, wie du.”

“Was soll sie mit deiner Nummer denn?”

“Du gehst zu ihr rüber, setzt dich zu ihr und dann sagst du ihr…”

Neda dachte einen Moment nach:

“Dann sagst du ihr, dass du meine Sklavin bist. Meine Sexsklavin. Dass ich über dich gehorche und wenn sie Interesse hat, soll sie mir eine Whatsapp schicken, wir klären dann die weiteren Details.”

“Die weiteren Details? Was sind denn die weiteren Details?”

“Die musst du nicht wissen. Das ist der Teil, der für dich geil wird.”

Ich sah sie ein wenig ausdruckslos an und dann hinüber zu dieser komplett fremden Frau, der ich mich plötzlich ausliefern sollte.

“Traust du dich?”

Nedas Augen funkelten.

“Du musst nicht, wenn du nicht willst… Im Ernst. Aber wenn du es willst, dann verspreche ich dir eine dicke Belohnung!”

Unsicher warf ich einen Blick auf die Frau, die zwar auf ihr Handy schaute, aber einen Blick auch immer auf uns gerichtet hatte. Wie so ein Raubtier.

“Sowas patnos escort habe ich noch nie gemacht.”

“Musst du auch nicht, wenn du nicht willst.”

“Ja, aber… die Sache ist nur. Ich glaube, ich will es wirklich!”

“Braves Mädchen!”

Diese zwei Worte waren wie eine Ladung Heroin für mich. Nicht, dass ich wusste, wie Heroin funktioniert, aber ich konnte mir nicht vorstellen, dass das einen größeren Rausch auslösen konnte als dieses Lob.

Bevor ich es mir anders überlegen konnte, stand ich auf und ging unsicher zu ihrem Tisch.

Sie legte das Handy beiseite und sah mich an.

Für einen Augenblick dachte ich, dass sie mich lautstark davonjagen würde, aber stattdessen nahm sie ihre Tasche von dem Stuhl und bot mir einen Platz an.

“Hallo!”, krächzte ich mit belegter Stimme und musste noch einmal starten, weil ich so aufgeregt war.

“Hallo!” meinte sie und lächelte erwartungsvoll. Aber es wirkte auch ein wenig creepy.

Ich schob der Frau die Serviette mit Nedas Telefonnummer rüber.

“Ist das deine Nummer?”

“Das ist die Nummer meiner Herrin.”

Meine Stimme war immer noch belegt. Das war mir alles jetzt doch verdammt peinlich.

Ich wäre am liebsten im Boden versunken. Was machte ich eigentlich hier?

Ich sah die Frau an. Sie lächelte amüsiert. Ihr Parfüm war schwer, für meinen Geschmack etwas zu schwer. Es benebelte mir die Sinne, lenkte mich von meiner Mission ab. Es ließ mich an ihren Körper denken. Als ob der auch schwer wäre, vielleicht über mich herfallen würde. Ich konnte nicht mal sagen, was ich davon hielt.

“Deiner Herrin?”

“Ich bin ihre Sklavin. Ihre Sexsklavin.”

“Ihre Sexsklavin?” Sie sagte es ein wenig zu laut, als wollte sie, dass die Leute am Nebentisch uns hörten. Dann lachte sie leise. “Habe ich mir fast gedacht!”

Sie lehnte sich nach vorne und griff an den Ring meines Chokers.

Ich war von dieser Berührung überrascht und schaute schnell zu Neda, die uns aufmerksam und grinsend beobachtete.

“Du bist echt süß”, sagte sie. “Hast dich hier so schön gemacht. Damit es jeder sieht, was du für eine bist! Was lässt du denn alles mit dir machen? So als Sexsklavin?” Sie zog die Worte auseinander, um sie zu betonen. Sie spielte mit ihrem Ohrring, strich über ihren Hals, als wollte sie, dass jemand genau das mit ihr tat. Ich wurde nervös.

Auf diese Frage war ich nicht gefasst. Auf das ganze Gespräch war ich nicht vorbereitet. Ich war total überfordert mit der Situation und sah sie wie ein scheues Reh mit großen Augen an, bevor ich die nächsten Worte zurechtkramte:

“Das müssen Sie mit ihr klären. Wenn Sie mögen, dann schreiben Sie ihr doch eine Whatsapp!”

Damit stand ich schnell auf und lief zurück zu meiner Neda. Wie ein kleines Mädchen zu seiner Mami.

11 Café-Tortur

Die Frau rief noch hinter mir her:

“Wie schade! Bleib doch noch was!”

“Wie wars?”, fragte Neda neugierig.

“Schrecklich… Schrecklich!”

“Böse schrecklich schrecklich oder geil schrecklich schrecklich?”

Das war eine gute Frage.

“Beides irgendwie. Erst das erste, dann das zweite. Aber dann definitiv wieder das Erste. Es war schrecklich schrecklich.”

Nedas Handy pingte.

“Sie scheint es schrecklich geil zu finden.”

“Was schreibt sie?”

“Geht dich nichts an.”

Für eine Weile saß ich stumm daneben, als Neda und die Frau Whatsapp-Nachrichten austauschten und vermutlich über mein Schicksal verhandelten.

Ich saß ziemlich teilnahmslos daneben, versuchte aber den Blick Nedas und der Frau am anderen Tisch zu interpretieren.

Mit der Frage, was auf mich zukommen würde, wollte ich mich überhaupt nicht erst beschäftigen.

“Sie will, dass du dir mit der Hand durch die Haare fährst, während du in ihre Richtung siehst.”

“Soll ich das jetzt machen?”

“Los jetzt!”

“Aber das ist mir peinlich!”

“Soll es ja auch! Aber was ist daran schlimm?”

“Es sieht so aus, als würde mich das antörnen!”

“Tut es das denn nicht?”

“Doch. Irgendwie schon.”

“Na dann los jetzt!”

Ich pazar escort drehte mich zu ihr um und kam dem Befehl nach. Ich fühlte mich echt komisch, so vor der Frau zu posieren. Niemand sonst schien auf mich zu achten, obwohl das Café gut besetzt war.

Sie sah mir aufmerksam zu und schrieb dann.

Neda sagte mir, was sie gerade noch getippt hatte.

“Sie will wissen, wann du das letzte Mal an dir rumgespielt hast. Du weißt schon.”

Das war mir nun so richtig peinlich. Was sie so alles wissen wollte! Mein Herz schlug schneller.

“Los, sag schon!”

“Vorgestern.”

“Und, war es schön?”

“Ja klar.”

Neda tippte und las dann die reinkommende Antwort. Mein Kopf flog zwischen den beiden Frauen hin und her.

“Sie will wissen, ob du dabei an mich gedacht hast.”

“Ja. Natürlich.”

“Kann ja sein, dass du noch andere Herrinnen neben mir hast.”

“Auf keinen Fall.”

“Welche Finger?”

Ich verstand nicht.

Neda tippte wieder.

“Sie will wissen, welche Finger du benutzt hast und wie du sie hältst. Mach es ihr vor!”

“Bist du wahnsinnig? Das ist doch super intim!”

“Es sind nur Finger! Kein Mensch wird außer ihr wird verstehen, was du meinst.”

“Oh mein Gott! Reicht das nicht?”

“Trau dich!”

Ich hielt Mittel- und Ringfinger hoch. Mit hochrotem Kopf, muss ich dazu sagen. Jetzt wusste die Frau, wie ich mich berührte! Die Geste mochte niemandem sonst etwas sagen. Aber sie, Neda und ich, wir wussten, was es bedeutete und wo ich meine Hände so hielt.

Wieder gingen die Nachrichten hin und her.

“Sie schreibt, dass du ja eine ganz Gierige sein musst und findet deine Wahl der Finger exotisch! Schreibt sie hier mit ganz vielen Ausrufezeichen. Warte… da kommt noch etwas: Exotisch und extravagant.”

Ich sah wie die Frau Zeige- und Mittelfinger hochhielt.

“Sie will, dass du das nächste Mal, wenn du dich entspannst, nur die beiden nimmst. Und sie will, dass du dabei an mich denkst.”

“An dich immer. Dafür brauche ich keine komische Fingerkonstellation. Ich denke immer nur an dich.”

Ich war schon verwundert, dass sie nicht wollte, dass ich an sie dachte.

“Schön! Aber denk dran! Nur mit den zwei Fingern.”

“Werde ich machen! Versprochen!”

Die Frau reckte den Daumen hoch, als sie die übermittelte Nachricht las.

Das ging noch eine Weile so weiter. Neda textete mit der Frau hin und her.

Ich musste allerlei Peinlichkeiten beichten. Vielleicht wäre es nicht so schlimm gewesen, wenn ich es nur Neda gesagt hätte. Das wäre auch schon komisch gewesen, aber jetzt entblößte ich mich vor dieser Frau. Und ich fand es, je länger es dauerte doch umso prickelnder.

Irgendwann beendeten sie ihren Chat, und dann war es vorbei.

Wenig später zahlte die Frau und verschwand.

“Wie war es?”, fragte Neda und legte wieder wie zur moralischen Unterstützung ihre Hand auf meine.

“Schon krass.”

“Zu krass?”

“Nein, mehr so verdammt krass. Wie Achterbahn krass.”

“Nach der Achterbahn habe ich immer wackelige Knie und bin ganz aufgeputscht.”

“So bin ich jetzt auch gerade. Lass uns bitte noch was sitzen.”

“Klar!” Sie lächelte.

“Bin ich immer noch rot im Gesicht?”

“Karminrot.”

“So schlimm?”

“Es lässt nach. Jetzt ist es nur noch Rosé.”

“Sag mir, wenn es Pastellrosa ist, dann können wir gehen.”

“Versprochen.”

Pastellrosa dauerte allerdings noch eine Weile.

Neda versuchte mich amüsiert mit ein bisschen Smalltalk abzulenken, aber ich konnte ihr nicht so richtig folgen.

“Was meinst du, wer die Frau war?”

“Ist das nicht egal?”

“Und wenn die ihrem Mann von mir erzählt?”

“Kann dir doch auch egal sein. Du kennst ihn nicht, du wirst sie nie wiedersehen.”

“Und wenn doch?”

“Wie soll die denn mit dir Kontakt aufnehmen? Die hat nur meine Nummer.”

“Lösch die bitte ganz schnell wieder! Ich will nicht, dass die dir noch einmal schreibt!”

“Keine Sorge!”

Neda war amüsiert.

In meinem Körper rumpelte gerade allerlei hin und her.

Mit pendik escort der Zeit beruhigte ich mich allerdings und schließlich zahlten wir.

Als wir das Café verließen, nahm Neda mich bei der Hand, küsste mich ganz zärtlich verspielt und flüsterte mir ins Ohr:

“Hat es dir Spaß gemacht? So als Fazit?”

“Irgendwie schon. Aber das war schon intensiv. Da läuft jetzt eine Frau in der Gegend rum, die weiß, wie ich es mir so mache.”

Neda grinste.

“Du hast es gut! Wer weiß, vielleicht postet die gerade in alle ihre Whatsapp-Gruppen, was sie da für eine kleine Schlampe kennengelernt hat. Vielleicht hat sie noch ein Foto und ich bin gerade zur Lesbenfahndung ausgeschrieben worden.”

Neda lachte über den Begriff, beruhigte mich aber wieder:

“Die hat kein Foto von dir, und die wird dich auch nicht zur Lesbenfahndung ausschreiben.”

“Das sagst du so!”

“Nee, ich weiß das.”

“Woher willst du das wissen?”

“Ich kenne sie.”

“Du kennst sie?”, schrie ich empört auf. Das heißt, ich könnte der irgendwie auch nochmal begegnen?

“Das könnte passieren. Wenn du Bock auf Familienfeiern hast.”

“Wieso?”

Mein Herz raste. Ich war auf 180.

“Wir sind quasi verwandt.”

“Was?”, brauste ich auf.

“Das war alles ein Prank!”

“Was war das?”

“Ein Prank! Die kann dich nicht zur Lesbenfahndung ausschreiben, weil sie nicht glaubt, dass du eine bist.”

“Ich habe ihr gestanden, dass ich deine Sexsklavin bin! Das ist ja noch schlimmer!”

“Das glaubt sie auch nicht.”

Ich haute ihr vor Empörung auf den Arm, wusste nicht, was hier gerade abging.

“Ich habe dich reingelegt! Das war meine Schwägerin, die Frau von meinem ältesten Bruder. All die Fragen, die du beantwortest hast. Das waren nicht ihre, das waren meine! Ich wollte das alles von dir wissen. Und du hast nur mir geantwortet! Die hat die Antworten nie erhalten, und die Fragen hat sie auch nicht gestellt.”

“Im Ernst?”

“Wir haben nur ein bisschen hin- und her getextet. Soll ich’s dir zeigen?”

Sie hielt mir ihr Handy hin, und ich scrollte durch den Verlauf des Chats. Es ging meist um mich, wie ich mich verhielt. Sie machten sich lustig darüber, wie peinlich mir das alles war. Aber da waren keine Fragen oder irgendwas Entlarvendes drin zu finden. Manchmal hatte Neda ihr Anweisungen getextet: “Grins mal versaut”, “Zeig mal mit zwei Fingern!”, “Daumen hoch!” In der Art. Aber nie im Zusammenhang mit einem Inhalt.

Ich sah Neda fragend halt. Es machte alles keinen Sinn.

“Aber ich habe ihr gesagt, dass ich deine Sexsklavin bin!”

“Sie denkt, dass du eine Wette verloren hast und zur Strafe das beichten musstest. Um dich lächerlich zu machen.”

“Fuck!”

Ich wusste echt nicht, was ich von diesem Plot-Twist halten sollte.

“Im Ernst jetzt?”

Neda lachte

“Ich habe ihr gesagt, dass du mich davor ganz übel geprankt hast, und dass ich dir das heimzahlen will. Sie hat sofort zugesagt. Sie fand das total witzig und hat sich extra bemüht, dass es für dich richtig peinlich wird.”

“Wirklich?”

“Die glaubt nicht, dass du eine Lesbe bist. Sonst würde sie ja wissen, dass ich auch eine bin. Wenn wir wirklich zusammen wären. Das kann ich meiner Familie nicht antun. Sie glaubt, dass wir dich geprankt haben. Stimmt ja auch, aber anders. Und gleichzeitig habe ich sie geprankt. Alle wurden geprankt. Außer ich! Was sagst du jetzt?”

“Scheiße!”

Ich boxte Neda auf den Arm. Nicht hart, aber so, dass sie merkte, dass ich gleichzeitig sauer und erleichtert war.

Diese ganze Energie musste irgendwohin.

“Du bist so ein kleines Miststück!”

Dann musste ich aber lachen und sie auch.

Wir fielen uns in die Arme.

Wir küssten uns.

Ein paar doofe Teenager johlten, als sie das sahen.

Es war mir scheißegal.

Als wir uns wieder lösten, fragte sie:

“Bist du sauer?”

“Ja… nein. Doch… aber nee.”

Ich drückte sie noch einmal.

“War schon irgendwie heiß. Danke!”

“Sehr gern geschehen.”

Sie nahm mich bei der Hand, und wir gingen weiter, und ganz nebenbei meinte sie:

“Aber dafür, dass du mich ein Miststück genannt mich geschlagen hast, dafür werde ich dich bestrafen müssen! Das ist dir hoffentlich klar.”

Ich senkte gespielt unterwürfig den Kopf und meinte nur:

“Ja, meine Herrin Neda.”

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Crossing the Rubicon Ch. 01

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I came down the cellar stairs to see her sitting on the edge of my bed, a purple satin thong hanging from the index finger of her right hand. “Rune, what the fuck?” She asked. “Are you some kind of sissy?” I put my backpack down and took a step towards her. “Stay right where you are, you sick fuck,” She spat. “I want answers, and you’d better tell me the truth or I will post my little “Look what I found whilst snooping in his room video” on every platform you’ve ever heard of.”

I gulped and took a moment. Her eyes burned scarily. “Are they yours?”

“Kind of…”

“What the fuck does that mean?” She said angrily.

“I borrowed them. So I didn’t buy them. But I never got a chance to return them.”

“Why did you need to borrow them? Did you need to wear them? To satisfy some panty wearing fetish? Or was this to jerk off into like some perverted trophy cum rag?” I looked at the small handful of cloth that hung from her outstretched finger and sighed. That fucking little…thing, had cost me so much pain. “Oh, this must be good.” She chuckled evilly. “Whose were they?”

“My sister’s…”

Her eyes widened. “You sick fuck! Which one…” She hesitated a split second before repeating “Which one was it? Wear or jerk?”

I backed myself to the steps and sat down. This was going to take some time.

“I needed them for a little of all the above. But it wasn’t just that simple. I took them to get revenge.”

She smiled at me and put out her hand. “I want to see you in these. Strip and put them on.”

It was more of an order than a simple request.

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Becca had come up to me about a month into the semester. I’d seen her round here and there on campus. She was always surrounded by a small entourage, her golden trusses of hair flying this direction and that. I’d tried not to stare, but had repeatedly ended up making eye contact with her before forcing myself to look elsewhere.

On this one particular day she excused herself from her posse and headed towards me. I was going over my economics notes and, whilst I was a little petrified, I welcomed the distraction.

“Hi!” She said, pulling her hair up in a ponytail and fastening it with a hair tie that seemed to have appeared from no where. “You were going to ask me out but haven’t quite got around to it yet. How about lunch tomorrow at that sandwich place, the one over near the Commerce building. 1pm sounds good.” He brown eyes shone sexily. Her high cheekbones, little nose and sun drenched skin, framed with pulled back hair, completed the image that would reside in my spank bank for years to come.

“Sure.” I replied as confidently as I could, despite the instant hard on that tented my shorts under the table. And with that, she spun on the spot and walked back to her friends, her tiny ass cheeks hinting from the bottom of her running shorts. She darted a smile back at me as she made it to her friends, causing me to blush and my dick to pulse and harden even further.

‘Did that really just happen?’ I thought, looking around me. No one even registered I was here and that I’d just hit the jackpot.

It was at lunch, over chicken wraps, that I found out her name was Becca. She had come straight from the gym and apologized for being dressed as such. Seeing her pert boobs encased in her neon green sports bra and her lower torso covered in what looked like ‘spray on’ black leggings, was certainly no issue, apart from the raging hard on I sported as we ate. Things were not helped by the cute dimples that formed on her cheeks as she ate.

She was two years into her communications major and, by the sounds of it, a pretty mean soccer player and before that, a nationally ranked volleyball player. She was also pretty determined to get what she wanted in life. Her parents were hard working farming folk on some land about two hours further west from the campus. She hoped to land a job with one of the big multinationals on the east coast but still had a dream of making a name for herself in soccer.

She said she had seen me around and liked my blonde hair and green eyes from the first time she saw me. It certainly wasn’t my height, or muscles, that caught her attention. At five foot four and 113 pounds, I never looked like some manly sort of guy. I looked like a teenage girl.

As we parted for the day she leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, pulled back from me and smiled. I would have gone off to my next lecture happy with that, but was entranced when she came back in and grabbed hold of me and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue snaking in to find mine, her pelvis pushing into mine. Her lips were warm and she tasted sweet. I dreamed of her that night.

When we met up late the next day at the Library, she greeted me excitedly with a warm kiss and, after a study session with Simone and Kaycie, two of her team mates, we went for frozen yogurt, holding hands as we walked, and she talked excitedly about her morning. She talked, and I listened, spellbound, palandöken escort as she spoke about friends, her family and the farm for over an hour, ignoring her phone notifications, being present in the moment, with me. It was glorious. She only stopped when she glanced at her watch.

“Rune, I’ve got to go.” She said as she stood. “Fuck you are a good listener! I feel like I’ve got a new bestie!”

I blushed as I stood. She pulled me into a deep kiss. Breaking from it she looked deep into my eyes and then leaned in to my left ear and whispered “A bestie that I want to take home and fuck senseless. But all in good time, ok? I want to take this slow. Trust me though, it will be worth the wait!”

I blushed and tried, unsuccessfully, to adjust my boner. “Looks like you are all ok with that then,” She said as she reached down and squeezed my crotch, eliciting a squark from me. She giggled as she grabbed her bag and then pulled me by the hand out onto the street.

She nodded her head eastwards, “I’m off this way. Message me later. I’m flat out tomorrow and Thursday. How about we catch up Friday afternoon? I’ll pick you up and take you out to a great mom and pop pasta place I know.”

She turned to go and I looked down at her small ass covered by those incredibly tight leggings.

“Like what you see?” she said, startling me. I hadn’t realized she had turned her face to look at me. She moved to be front on to me again and I forced my gaze from her tight crotch to her gorgeous face. I could feel my face roasting with a 10/10 blush.

“You’re extra cute when you get embarrassed!” she chimed. I stepped towards her and kissed her hard, her mouth accepting my tongue eagerly. She pulled me in and we embraced, oblivious to those around us on the sidewalk. We eventually broke and she turned and headed off again. “Stop staring!” She laughed as she departed.

We traded a few messages that night. They started simple but her final one sent my mind flying.

Becca: BTW I fingered myself thinking about you today. JSYK.

Thursday was a blur. My time was spent mainly dealing with trying to understand my last two maths lectures and make headway on my anthropology investigation. That, and picturing her, as she put her hair up, as she walked in those little running shorts, as she sat in that sports bra and walked away in those leggings. And her what her face looked like as she fingered herself.

I beat myself off twice that day in failed attempts to clear my mind and get some more focus to my study. I tried calling her Thursday night but my call rang out. Given she said she would be busy, I tried not to get to caught up on her not responding. I sent her a good night message and hit the sack, but not before rubbing another one out to the image of her ass in those leggings.

Friday I woke up late and had to high tail it to my first class of the day. As I walked to my next class, my phone vibrated. It was her.

Becca: Where am I picking you up from at 4? Looking forward to it.

I sent her my address and queried the time.

Becca: We can hang for a while. You can tell me more about YOU. Then we go to Marciano’s.

I was half way through my 2 o’clock when my phone vibrated silently in my pocket.

Becca: I got done early. I’m outside your place. Anyway I can let myself in? I can’t be bothered going back to mine. X

I frowned at the change in plan but told her where I had hidden a key and where to find the door to the basement studio I rented.

That was how I ended up coming in to find her, with the pair of female underwear I possessed hanging from her finger, and the distinct feeling my life was about to take its second major turn in the space of three months.

———————————————————-

By the time I was naked, I was sporting a rock solid boner. Becca said that I must be enjoying this and that I wouldn’t win any size awards but at least it had a nice shape to it. I pulled on the thong, enjoying the feel as I eased it up my mostly hairless legs and adjusted it as best as I could, my erection outlined in the satin and the back wedged nicely between my butt cheeks.

“You’ll need to get rid of that.” She said, pointing towards my penis. I pulled the front down enough to give me access to my hardness and started tugging. I should have shot my load quickly as I was so nervous but things were just not happening.

Becca got off the bed and stood in front of me. She spat into a hand and rubbed it onto my member, her warm wet hands making me harden even further. She then got a tissue and gave it to me. “Look into my eyes Rune, and don’t break contact,” She purred, “I want you to cum for me Rune. I want you to blow your load.” She repeated this several times and I felt myself start to get that feeling.

“I’m getting there.” I whispered.

“Cum Rune! Give it everything. Do it well and one day I’ll let you cum all over me.”

I unloaded into the tissue with moan, filling my palm with my fluid, all the palu escort while maintaining unbroken eye contact.

“Well done. Now you need to throw that out. So go put it in the trash… outside.”

I looked down at my clothes on the floor below me.

“No, Rune. Like you are, right now.”

I looked at the stairs, then back at her, and taking a deep breath, I headed up the stairs, opening the door to outside. Thankfully, I don’t think anyone saw me but I came back down the stairs with my heart pumping.

She then told me to tuck my limp member back between my legs and had me sit down on the edge of the bed whilst she started going through her bag. She then rummaged through my bathroom cabinet. I started to get a little worried.

She started brushing my hair and applying some makeup. “You don’t have any facial hair to get rid of, so that will make this easier. A little eye liner, some light toner here on the cheekbones and there we go.” She lead to the bathroom and showed me her handiwork.

I looked like a pretty teenage girl, just with no tits. I turned and smiled, “Becca, I look like one of my sisters…”

I never got the chance to finish the sentence. She pounced on me and drew me into a crushing embrace. He lips locked onto mine and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. Her eyes burned into mine as she claimed me as hers. One hand pawed at my chest whilst the other cupped at one of my butt cheeks as she pushed me against the wall and proceeded to kiss me down my neck.

I felt, rather than heard, myself moan and moved to give her more access to my neck. She nipped at my skin once, gently, as if testing the strength there. Then again with more force but slower motion, dragging her teeth across me, breaking into the top layer of skin, as if to mark me as hers. Her hips thrusting into me slowly as she did so.

She pulled back from me and pushed me back towards the bed, fire in her eyes and menace in her stature. Giving me a final shove so that I landed on my back, she demanded that I move towards the headboard. She then pulled off her black shirt, tugged down her skirt and worked at her sandals. Her orange bra and panties were bright against her skin and her lean body was a sight to behold. Freeing her feet, she shed her undergarments and crawled up the bed towards me.

Positioning herself above my face, she looked down lustfully, “Fuck you look amazing! I know I said I wanted to take things slowly, but today’s revelations have changed my mind. You need to realize however, Rune, that whilst I love dick, a fucking hot looking female is what really gets me going!”

Her words rang in my ears as she lowered herself onto me and I put my tongue to work in between her folds. She thought of me as a ‘she’. She began gyrating slowly, pushing herself into my face and moaning here and there as she reacted to my efforts. It wasn’t long before she bent forward and grabbed my head, pulling me into her as she ground out a shaking orgasm on my face, coating me with her juices and clamping her thighs against me as she did so.

Releasing me, she moved down the bed to lie next to me and kisses me deep and hard, tasting herself on my tongue and lips. She rolled me on top of her, arched her back and asked me to suck her breasts. I kissed her and then worked my way down her neck to one breast and then the other. Her B cups felt firm and her nipples hard. Her breathing quickened as I snaked a hand down her firm stomach and over her mound, touching her, exploring my way to her hot and wet core.

Finding her clit, I adjusted my fingers so I could apply pressure there and also slip a finger within her. “Fuck yes!” She hissed, as she pulled my face harder onto her breast. It didn’t take long before I was finger fucking her with wild abandon and she was cursing at the world with her next orgasm thundering towards her.

We eventually ended up snoozing on the bed, reeking of her smeared femininity and our combined sweat. I awoke to find her looking at me, into me, one hand on my ass and the other gently brushing my face.

“Rune, you don’t ever seem to socialise with anyone. You’ve never even mentioned a friend. What gives?”

“I guess I’m just a loner. I’ve only been here the last few months and I’m a bit of a quiet type.”

“Any girlfriends, I should know about Rune?”

I shook my head lightly. “Would I be involved with someone and also be here?”

“I guess not, unless you are some sort of player. I didn’t give you much say in things. I’m sorry about that, you just got me all worked up!”

I kissed her. “No complaints here.”

“What about back home, wherever that is?”

“No. No girlfriends in Michigan. No friends either, really. I never got to be around others my age except at school. I came from a fucked up family. And given the family I was from and how I looked, I was shunned by some and picked on by others. With my high pitched voice I even sounded like a girl. So I kept a low profile.”

“Prom date?” She asked.

“I didn’t go, Becca. pamukkale escort It was easier not too. My parents never asked me if I was interested and my sisters joked to me that I would never get a date anyway, so why bother. So I never went.”

She looked at me with amazement. “No prom! That’s fucked!”

Obviously that was a huge issue in the world she had lived in.

“You’ve got a body count though, right?”

I shirked and sighed.

“But you’ve obviously got some game. Actually, you’ve got some great game, so you’ve obviously kissed and fooled around a bit?”

I nodded gently. “When I was a lot younger…”

She cut me off by asking “In high school Rune?”

“No.”

“So I was your first real kiss?”

I nodded.

“Holy fuck. So you’re telling me this was your first sexual experience?”

“I guess so Becca.”

She looked at me and went to speak but didn’t. “I’m honored,” She said as she punched me in the arm. “But I got a bit carried away.” She edged her way down the bed and hooked her fingers into the sides of my panties.

“I think I need to make it up to you!” She said as she pulled them down my legs and launched them across the room, freeing my dick from its bent confine. “Let me introduce you to a masterclass in blowjobs.”

I moaned as she slowly put her lips around my head and sank along my length, her eyes glowing into mine as she did so. The sight of those lips sliding up and down on my glistening pole soon had me writhing in pleasure.

“I think someone likes a blow job!” She giggled as she pulled away and then moved to straddle my hips, my erection trapped between me and the slickness of her outer lips.

“In case you didn’t know, this is a pussy slide,” she said as she proceeded to slide herself along me length, and then back to my balls. I thought I was getting close but her comment that it would have been good if I had another few inches kind of set me back a notch or two. Still, she proceeded on, and seemed to be building herself up towards something as she started letting out small moans and added some finger action to her clit.

I thought she was going to hit a high when she all of a sudden rose up off my, causing me to whimper. “That was nice, but this should be about you, not me.” She said as she adjusted herself above me, grabbed my member, and placed my head at her entrance.

“Thank you for letting me take your cherry, Rune,” she said as she oh, so, slowly sank till she was balls deep on me. She was incredibly wet, warm and felt exquisite. She stayed motionless for a second, as if she was savoring the moment, then she slowly fucked me, all the time looking into my eyes.

I thought I was doing well until she bit her bottom lip and pulsed her muscles around my encased member. For some reason that look, a look of lust, and the squeeze on my dick just pushed me over the edge. She must have seen the change register on my face as she smiled and told me to just let it happen, to cum deep within her.

I shuddered and squealed and obliged her as best as I could.

Once I’d finished, she rolled off me and we laid there in post coital bliss for some time. In time she started to run a finger down my arm.

“Rune,” She asked, “Tell me about your fucked up family.”

I looked at her and sighed. I was tempted to tell her to leave that question for another time. but given what we had just done, I thought I should answer it.

“I had a weird upbringing. I was the runt in our family. I grew up with four older sisters. Do you know how hard it is, being the only male child having four sisters? And being a scrawny male child at that? When all your sisters were five foot eleven or above by age 17. I topped out at five four! They were all state and national junior volley ballers, in between being valedictorians and part time models. My dad always wanted a son he could do manly things with, he was a real Viking sized Norseman, standing over six feet eight inches tall, and he got pint sized me…and hated me for being so small. My mom was a Danish teen beauty pageant winner and then fashion consultant before meeting dad.”

I shifted, suddenly uncomfortable on the bed. “I was shunned by all of them. The literal runt of the family. I lived in hand me downs from my sisters for years and years to the point that many people actually thought I was a fifth sister. Dad hardly said anything to me and mom basically ignored me. I had to tag along and watch my glorious sisters get everything in life, and I just stayed out of the way. If I ever touched their stuff there was hell to pay. I never really got my own things. No boy toys or games. Ever!”

“So you were given that thong to wear?” She asked.

“Hell no. I would never have been allowed to take something so valuable. I stole those from Elsje when I was 11 and she was 13. They were her favorite pair. I wore girls plain cotton briefs through most of my childhood. Girls jeans, sweaters and t-shirts too. Thankfully the hand me down sports shoes from my sisters were usually neutral enough to not look girlish. They were the only ‘neutral’ item I had for much of my childhood. It was only after I got beaten up in high school that mom listened rough to realize I needed boy underwear and clothes. It was an afterthought. I was always the afterthought…”

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It was now time to go back to Pandemonium. Driving there was far more easier than the last time when she was 46 kilograms heavier and had less muscle. She no longer felt too big to be in her car, so everything was easier. When she went from her car to the brothel she could see people looking at her like they used in the past. Madeline was back at being a hot woman making men horny and women envious.

After looking at her from head to toe, Pamela welcomed her in a very warm way even hugging her like she was an old friend.

– Madeline! I’m so glad to see you back. You really did a wonderful work. Few people has succeeded to do what you did. Congratulations. Doctoresse M will see you.

Like the previous time the Doctoresse was wearing a white outfit and a white mask with dark lens to hide the eyes.

– Take you outfit off. I want to see the result of our work.

Madeline obeyed and took it all, showing her perfect body.

– Congratulations Madeline. Your body is now one I can work on. But are you ready to lose what you worked for? Because if you go through the whole process, you will no longer be beautiful according to the standards of common people. And it will be permanent.

– I know what I want. I am ready. I have been ready for months.

– I can give you a month to think about it.

– I don’t need it.

– This is what I was expecting. Follow me. No need to dress.

M lead Madi to a room that looked like a gynecologist place. There two bimbo nurses were waiting.

– Sit.

Madi sat on the gynecologist chair.

– I will work on your nipples and sex lips. For that I will pierce them and put rings. Those rings will be used later. Do you understand?

– Yes. Please do it!

One of nurse shaved Madeline intimacy and then put a cold gel on her pussy and nipples. M took a piercing machine looking like a gun and grab Madi’s left breasts.

– Are you ready for this?

– Yes.

There was a metallic noise and Madi felt like a sharp but very short pain. Her left nipple was pierced and M put a ring through the hole. When M pierced her right nipple, Madi felt her body becoming warmer.

When it comes to her sex lips, Madeline was red with excitation and she could feel her womanhood becoming wet. As M was piercing her she got more and more excited. She was ashamed of being horny in such situation but at the same time the feeling of shame made her more excited. When she heard for the 10th time the sound of the piercing machine Madeline screamed and had spasms as a powerful orgasm hit her. The intensity of the pleasure left her weak and barely conscious.

– Pamela will give you what is needed and explain you how to use it. Take your time to rest before going back home. I will see you in 3 months. Good bye.

As M said Pamela gave Madi several products like creams, disinfectant and others and explained her how to use it to help the healing around her piercing.

It was back at home that Madeline started to really feel pain. It was like a burn in her nipples and sex lips. At first it was not that uncomfortable but soon it became stronger, almost unbearable. That night she did not sleep well.

When she awoke the pain was almost gone. After having her breakfast she had to do the medical cares where the piercing had been made. While doing so she took, for the first time, the time to really watch her piercings. There was one in each nipples and 8 in her intimate lips. They were 4 on her left lip, 4 on the right one. She looked at them with a mix of repulsion and fascination. To her her pussy now looked in a way obscene and she was excited by it.

When she resumed doing sport the feeling was weird. She could feel the rings moving and rubbing on her outfit according to her moves. Since it was not totally healed sometimes it was almost painful and sometimes it was pleasant if not exciting. As the wounds healed there was more excitation and pleasure than pain.

During those 3 months Madeline did no cam show and did not go to the porn cinema. She followed her diet and sportive routine like the disciplined one she was.

When she was back at Pandemonium, M checked her piercings carefully.

– It’s healing well. I can see you did what you had to do as I expected. I will see you in 3 months. It should be totally healed and we will be able to go to the next level.

Madi returned to her routine. She felt good and very impatient to discover the next level M was talking about.

People around her were very nice to her since she was now very beautiful again. And her attitude had really changed, she was no longer treating people with contempt. She did not notice it at first but when she did she thought it was due to Simone influence.

She used her free time to works on the fund for Simone and this times it went pretty well. Madeline felt like her mind was sharper since she was back in shape. The trimester was uneventful and soon she was back again at Pandemonium.

M was satisfied.

– Very good. We can go to the next step. You will niksar escort have a new sportive routine. It will learn you to move like the animal you are. And we will put those rings at use. You will suspend weights on them regularly and use specials creams on the parts pierced. From now you no longer wear bra. No need to explain the result.

– it will deform my sex and breasts I suppose.

– Know that after the 6 months limit it won’t be possible to reverse the changes except by using surgery.

Madeline was looking at M in a stupid way, her face was red and she felt her intimacy getting wet.

– Do you understand?

– Huh? Oh yes. Sorry.

– So what is your decision Madeline Dumay?

– I will do it. This is what I want.

– Pamela will give you more details and make you sign the papers.

Pamela gave a lot of papers to sign to Madi. She read everything. Basically it was freeing M from any responsibility about anything that could happen while following the new program. After Pamela gave her a parcel, in it there were weights, cream tubes and a paper with an URL and access codes.

– Your destiny is in your hands Madeline. It’s up to you to become who you really are.

Back at home she logged on the site. There, there were videos showing a masked woman with the body of a dancer showing movements and a way to walk that was quite animalistic. There were too specific muscular and flexibility exercises.

During the a whole day Madeline was in her thoughts.

– No reverse possible except by surgery after 6 months… This is time it could be permanent. This is what I want. To be changed in an ugly way. That my body reflect how I am inside. So why hesitate?

The hesitation was short, the day after she read the instructions and started her first session. First she took all her outfit to be nude, then she hooked the weight on her rings. The weight were not that heavy but the feeling was strange. When she stood up her breasts were pulled down and she felt her intimate lips being stretched. When she walked it was even stranger but it was not painful.

She started to do her exercises that, to her, looked like dance ones. Basically it was moving alternating different stances and ways to walk, from walking standing straight to all the four. Moving was not that easy. The weight and the way they balanced changed things a bit.

Going all the four was probably giving the most obscene show with her breasts pulled by the weights that were almost touching the floor. So for Madeline doing those exercises was harder than expected.

After half an hour she had to unhook the weights, as recommended, since her breasts and sex were becoming painful. Without the weights doing the second half of the session was pretty easy.

After the session she put creams on her womanhood and her breasts that were sensitive. The cream for the breasts was not the same than the other and she was warned to not exchange one for the other. While doing so she looked at her body. It was the same than before starting, the one of a beautiful fitness model.

– Patience and work are the keys.

That evening she resumed doing cam shows. She had not done any since her body was pierced. As she expected in 6 months her fan base had disappeared.

– Time to start again from nothing.

She had a wicked smile while updating her profile with pictures of her piercings. After the update she did a live show that she recorded to put it on pay per view. At first she was not sure about how she would feel while using her dildo in her pierced pussy. She started slow, very slow. But she was pleased to feel that the rings were actually enhancing the dildo stimulation.

– Oh fuck yeaa!

She had no spectator but her excitation was high and she orgasmed several times. After those months when she could only play with her clitoris, due to the fact the her pierced parts were too sensitive, it was like being freed from a prison. She screams so loud when having her pleasure that she could almost be heard from outside. She had a tired smile.

– I have found my new daily routine.

Days after days she repeated the same routine. To her satisfaction during her exercises she could keep the hooks for longer times. After three weeks she decided.

– I need a reward, a great reward.

The Saturday that followed she was back at the porn cinema. Like for the cam show she had not been there for six months. There were only 2 men, the usual kind of guys hanging there: in their fifties and out of shape.

Needless to say that they had a large smile when they saw Madi entering the room. To them she was a dream coming true. Seeing such a beauty coming there was just unbelievable. She smiled at them and said in very vulgar way.

– Hello guys, it’s your lucky day.

Just after finishing her sentences she starts to take her outfit off. They stared at her while she was doing so. They approached of her. She sat on a couch and spread her legs revealing her pierced pussy.

One of the men nilüfer escort stared at it in a way clearly revealing he was not at ease with it. The other had too a revealing expression on his face showing he was very excited by what he saw.

He took his pants off, put a condom on his hard sex and pushes it directly in Madi’s pussy to fuck her. Like with other men she met there in the past it was not making love it was fucking. He just wanted to empty his balls and he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to do it in such a beautiful woman. To him that woman could only be a depraved one because beautiful as she was she could have any man she wanted. She was probably a sex addict or a pervert of a sort to come in that porn cinema to fuck with men like him.

He tried to take time to enjoy that fine pervert bitch, slowing down every time he felt he was close, trying to concentrate and something else to delay his pleasure. Madeline felt waves of pleasure despite the fact he was not a good lover. To her great pleasure, as experienced with the dildo, the rings on her intimate lips were adding new pleasant sensations.

After 10 minutes of intercourse her fucker could no longer resist and emptied his balls grunting like an animal. To him that bitch moaning of pleasure while watching him in the eyes with a lusty grin what too much.

– Oh fuckkkk! Take that bitch!

Madi had a smile of satisfaction even if she did not reach orgasm. She loved to see the man losing his fight to last long because she was too beautiful for him. Mixed with the feeling of downgrading herself by letting him do her it got her very excited.

The show seemed had to turn off the other man unease and turn on his lust. When Madi’s fucker took his cock out of her, he was ready: hard and with a condom on his virility. He was to ask when she said.

– Come.

He did not need to be told twice and he did not wait to push his sex in the opened and used pussy. Despite looking shy and not ease seeing her piercings at first, that one was quite rougher than the previous one. He fucked Madeline with his full strength, using all his body weight. She was surprised but in a pleasant way. The way he was banging her was exactly what she was needing.

– Fuck yes! That’s it! Fuck you dirty fucker!

He fucked her like a crazy. The intercourse was shorter than the previous one but it’s roughness made Madi reached the orgasm just a few seconds before the man filled the condom with his semen. He retired himself from her, took his clothes on and left without a word. No other man came, Madi spend her time playing with herself until it was time for the place to close.

Back at home, after a shower, she headed to her bed. Before sleeping, she spend her time legs spread watching her pierced pussy with pleasure. That night she slept very well. Madi kept the habit of the monthly check. Her weight was stable and she looked even more toned. She looked carefully at her pussy and breasts. They looked fine. In fact she looked hotter than ever.

– Patience Madi. Patience and work. It’s only a month. M said it takes 6 months to reach the no return point.

The month that followed it was with her usual work ethic that she continued her training. In the middle of the month she could bear the weights during the whole training session.

– Today I try the heavier ones.

First she hooked the weights on her nipples. Her breasts were directly bend toward the floor. With those weights there was no way they could defy gravity proudly as they usually do. It took some minutes for Madi to get used to it. She knew that the show was grotesque. Her perfect fitness model like body was deformed by the weights pulling her breasts down.

It was with excitation that she hooked the weights to her pussy rings. She almost had an orgasm when her intimate lips were pulled too in the most grotesque way. Like the first time she used the previous weights she had to remove them after half an hour of working out. After the session her nipples and pussy lips were a bit sensitive. That day more than the other, she used the creams very carefully and massaged herself with it during a long time.

The day that followed she worked on the fund she had created for Simone. It was not generating a lot of money but it was enough to help Simone to maintain her modest way of life. When she offered it and explained to Simone how it worked the old woman was both moved and not at ease.

– This is so kind but I can’t accept it. This is your money. You already helped me so much and without asking me anything in return.

– Please take it. You did more for me than you think. And this is only the second time in my life I use my professional skills to do something good. Please take it.

Simone finally accepted, she was so moved that she had tears in eyes.

The ritual of the monthly check came. The weight had not moved at all but Madi could see after a close examination that the body had slightly changed. Her musculature looked a bit less massive and more nişantaşı escort flexible. Her pussy and breasts kept looking the same or the changes were too minor to be noticed. She looked disappointed.

– I have to keep working and being patient I guess.

To her satisfaction after only some few weeks she could go to the next level, changing her weights for heavier ones. She felt her breasts pulled and tackled on her torso on their whole lower face. In a way she felt like something in her breasts had stopped to resist to the pulling. The new weights when hooked to her pussy lips pulled them more than ever.

When she moved she could felt more than with the previous weights how pulled were her pierced body parts. She could feel the pulling strength varying according to her movements. Curiosity and excitation lead her to the bathroom where she looked at herself in the mirrors. What she saw could have be shown in a freak show.

Madeline’s face was red with excitation. She sat on the floor, opened her legs and started to play with her womanhood.

– My god, it’s so disgusting. I look so much like a freak. Why it’s exciting me so much? I was degrading myself for punishment but now it excites sexually to do so. I have deteriorated my mind as much as my body.

She started to masturbate violently: pinching her clitoris, filling her pussy with her fingers without any care. At the height of her excitation she pounded her own womanhood with a fist moaning loud.

– Take that slut! Ohhh mmmh. Say…Fuck! Aaahhh! Bye to your tight oohhh cunt!

Madeline abused herself during almost an hour. When she finished, she was lying on the floor tired and like broken. That day she did not the sportive routine as she should have.

The day that follows she resumed following her routine with dedication. And dedication was needed indeed, since she really felt the weights pulling on her rings. Even after taking them off the feeling of being stretched lasted for hours and there were like growing pains. She felt that her body was transforming.

That month was hard, she always trained to pain. It was mostly on the lower part of her breasts that she felt it. Like something there was stretched to the breaking point and breaking slowly a part after the other at each training session. It was with the same dedication that she did her almost daily cam show.

Slowly she attracted a new fan base, those fans were more in extreme things and she liked it. To her pleasure they often asked her for rough things. During almost all her cam session she would stuff her intimacy with as many dildos she could. She did it even during her period and there were some perverts among her fans that really loved it.

Every Saturday evening, except during her period, she was at the porn cinema having sex with any man. The only ones she refused were the ones that looked to have a bad illness or who wanted to do it bareback.

The monthly check gave her the satisfaction to see that her breasts were no longer proudly defying gravity as they used to be, even if they were not sagging. They looked less full and firm too. She slapped them with a wicked smile.

– Work pays. In 3 months it will be irreversible. Irreversible!

Getting some results reinforced Madeline’s will and she worked with even more discipline. She missed no training session and followed the program seriously. She did follow her cam show and porn cinema routine with the same seriousness, like it was a part of her transformation. And in a way it did, since never in the past she would have even think to do such depraved things.

The men who came at the porn cinema were calling her while talking to each other as the “pierced slut”. Almost every perverts of the city and around it knew about her: the pierced slut that would do any one and almost anything. Doing her cost only the entrance to the cinema and she was ok for things that even a whore would not do.

Most thought she was crazy and needed a shrink, but no one would suggest her to do so since finding such a beautiful nasty slut was hard if not impossible. For some it was like the opportunity of a life time for such a quality fuck. None of them would believed that she used to be a high ranked bankster and to belong to the upper class. Madi was conscious of all that but if she did care it was only because it was fueling her excitation. Now she loved more than ever the feeling of degradation.

To her satisfaction the training seemed to work finer than ever, it seemed to her that she could feel at every session her breasts being altered. It was like what was making them defying gravity was progressively broken.

The monthly check confirmed her feeling, her breasts were becoming saggy, less firm and looked more and more empty. When the 6 months limit was reached they were just empty flat things sagging so much that the nipples were pointing to the floor. On her dancer like body the result was really weird. Her pussy lips too had changed, they were now stretched in a grotesque way.

Her cam show followers noticed those changes too. They had many hypothesis about it, the most popular was that it was the result of the way she was abusing her body during the show. There were rumors too, saying that she was whoring herself for extreme sado masochistic sessions.

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This is one of my fantasies that originates from going to the sauna, which is just about the only factual element of this story. My imagination runs wild in the sauna, as you will find in this and future stories. I have a few sauna fantasies and they all get pretty gay, with this one being one of the least gay so far. I call this one the heteroflexible version. This encounter is between a man and a woman, but there’s still a lot of gay enuendo and a lot of focus on the male body in this story, so if you’re not into that, this is your chance to spare yourself the bemusement.

Without any further ado…….

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Every so often, I like to go to the sauna in the next town over from mine. And every time I do, it’s a sexual exercise in self care. On most occasions, I walk in, get undressed and take a brief shower before I walk into the sauna, set my towel down and have a seat. Even after the room is hot and steamy, I wait a little while for my jitters to go away before I remove my towel. Even though it’s a private room and I’ve been there tons of times, I’m always afraid someone is going to walk in. And then my mind goes in two different directions: a) what if someone walks in who I don’t want to see naked or interact with? Experience ruined, I go home. B) the less likely scenario – what if someone walks in and they’re as hot as they are horny?

And then I start playing with myself.

I start by pouring water down my torso and watching the steam come off my glistening brown skin. The sight of my own muscles starts to turn me osmancık escort on. I love watching my big cock go from looking like some sagging elephant trunk to a shiny, rock hard billy club in seconds, right before my eyes. I start running my fingers up and down my chest and my stomach with one hand, and up and down my thighs with the other, gyrating my waist and moaning girlishly as I grab and squeeze myself. I take my cock in my left hand and my balls in my right and give them a good squeeze before I start jerking my now-fully erect cock. Likewise, with my wet balls in a chokehold in my right hand, I also begin stroking my sack like it’s a cock. This feels amazing with a dildo inside me, but on this occasion, I only had my fingers.

Now my anus was pouting as though it needed some attention. I doused myself with more water with my left hand while lubing up my right middle finger with my mouth. I slide my finger up my wet, sweaty asshole and begin to fuck myself. My inhibitions are now gone and I am moaning loudly now. Surely some of the patrons in the other stalls can hear me. Plenty of times I’ve been in the sauna, jerking off to the sounds of other people fucking, sucking, masturbating, etc. So I didn’t give a fuck. In fact, in my mind, I must’ve been performing for someone because I was shouting in ecstasy, riding my fingers like a cock, with MY cock bouncing against my hot body.

I’m sitting there in the sauna just having a blast, really enjoying my own company when a tall, short-haired, muscular, naked, olive osmangazi escort complected woman walks in. She appears to be Italian or Mediterranean or both, either way, she is hot as fuck! She has a very cat-woman like presence about her, except cat-woman would be wearing clothes. This woman was completely naked. Her body was hard but her shape and her posture were very lady like. Like mine, her body glistened with little droplets of sweat running down, which made my mouth water as I imagined licking it all off of her.

She stares me down as she walks over to me, gets down on all fours, removes my finger from my asshole and starts sucking on it while jerking me off, maintaining direct eye contact with me in pure silence. The only voice that could be heard was mine, moaning like a little bitch.

She takes my finger out of her mouth and starts sucking my dick. She places my finger back inside my ass along with one of her own, without breaking eye contact. We both finger fuck my ass together while she sucks my cock. I finally take my finger out of my ass and start sucking it because I love the taste of myself. The taste of my hot, sweaty anus sends a tingling wave of energy through my body makes me crazy with excitement. She now inserts two more of her fingers inside me (that’s a total of 4 now, 3 of hers and one of mine) and starts sucking harder and faster, causing me to moan louder and gyrate harder.

Now she slowly takes her fingers out of my ass and stands up. She sticks her assy fingers in my mouth as she osmaniye escort sits her tight, wet pussy down on my cock and fucks me while I suck my own ass flavor off her fingers. Still staring me down, she moves her pussy up and down my shaft as I give head to her fingers, her other hand holding me by the neck. The taste was too good. I would have been screaming if not for my mouth being crowded with assy fingers!

She only fucks me with her pussy for about 5 minutes before she stops. When she stops, she mashes her pussy down on my cock, moving her hips left and right with me all the way inside her. Even she can’t help but moan a little bit now, with her pussy squirting juices all over me that were now dripping down my balls and ass. She grabs my face and sticks her tongue all the way down my throat, blocking any air from getting in or out. She holds me in this position just long enough for panic to almost set in and then gets up off me very quickly.

As I catch my breath, she gets back down on her knees, grabs my legs, holds them back aggressively and begins to shove her tongue deep inside my asshole and SUCK while using both her hands to choke and pull on my cock and balls. Right before I cum, she wraps her mouth around my dickhead and sucks as hard as possible, with her fingers up my ass, fucking me hard and fast. I bust my nut as hard as possible in her mouth and she doesn’t let a single drop go to waste. She gets up and makes out with me once I’m completely finished, giving me a healthy shot of my own hot, creamy jizz.

She maintained eye contact with me steadily throughout this entire experience but we never said a single word to each other. When she was done with me, she simply got up and walked out of the room, leaving me wondering if this had really happened or if it was all an amazing hallucination.

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No matter how weak and passive one may look, some people aren’t to be messed with. This story tells of one such mistake. I wasn’t there, but I have it on good authority, that it did happen. As such, it is mostly true, but I did have to get a little creative to fill in a couple of blanks in the story.

Nearly 50 years ago, I met a kid that would become a good friend of mine. We are both from a small farm community in the Midwest United States. Like many friendships in this region, we met in Sunday school in a local church. We were both too young to judge each other, and soon became fast friends. As we became older, the differences became more apparent. Although there wasn’t a word for it at that time, my friend Joe, was autistic.

Young kids tend to be very cruel when it comes to other kids they don’t understand, and to most in our school, Joe was different. He was extremely socially awkward. In fact, awkward, in itself, is the best way to describe him. He couldn’t walk and talk at the same time without tripping over his own feet. Also, like many autistic kids, he learned differently. He did poorly in nearly every class except math classes. For him, math was like a song that spoke to him every time he listened to it. Compared to the other kids, he was weird and no one wanted to associate with him.

As for me, I was always much different than Joe. I grew up on a farm. Lots of heavy work translated into a very large, muscular build. Joe was winded just watching someone else do exercise. Although I would never have called myself popular, I did have a few girlfriends over the years. Joe on the other hand, couldn’t even talk to a girl without tripping up. Where I played sports and enjoyed outdoor activities. Joe would lock himself in his basement and draw up crazy, abstract ideas in a pile of old notebooks. I had no idea what I was looking at, at the time, but I now know they were mathematical formulas, wiring diagrams, and schematics.

Despite all of our differences, I always treated him as a friend. We frequently would go places together and hung out occasionally. He was always easy to find. All it took was to look in his basement and he was always there. I can recall one single time this was not true. One day, I came by his house to pick him up and his father told me he was at his girlfriend’s house. This was huge news to me and I quickly got her address and rushed over. Not knowing what to expect, and yes my imagination was going towards some really nasty places, I was not expecting who came to the door. A very pretty girl that was in the grade below ours, answered the door. The only reason I mention her at all is for two reasons. The first is, as I already stated, she was very pretty. The second was the look in her eyes. It wasn’t a look of horror. It wasn’t fear that she had been found out. It wasn’t even disgust from spending time with the weirdest kid in school. No, the look in her eyes was that of total bliss. You know that look a girl gets when she has been freshly fucked and has been having nonstop orgasms. That look. I haven’t even mentioned how flush and out of breath she was. To put things mildly, I was the one in shock. As Joe came out of the house, I asked him about the details and all he said was he came over to help her with her math homework. This left me puzzled and I always wondered his secret. We had been friends our whole lives. We had been in PE class together and we have seen each other in the locker room. He wasn’t overly endowed at all. At best I would call him average. Reality is, he probably fell short. He also wasn’t anything to look at. He was short and skinny with dark hair that often wasn’t combed. His glasses were thick enough to start a forest fire with a focused beam from the sun and as I said, he had zero muscle tone. Most of the girls in our class could lift more weight than him.

After we graduated, neither of us could afford college, so we both enlisted in the military. I excelled and ended up in a special forces unit conducting black ops missions all over the world. He was trained to work on many of the high tech electrical equipment that was employed. We were stationed at different bases, but we occasionally crossed paths and when we did, we would go out for a drink. He never changed. He was still as awkward as always and never put on any muscle tone. Our conversations consisted of him telling me of all of his crazy ideas that I never thought would ever happen.

Fast forward a couple decades. I had gotten through my second divorce and was very frustrated with where my life had taken me. I sat down at my computer and opened up the tab to one of my social media accounts. Of course we all know the best way to eliminate stress and anxiety is to read everyone’s posts about how perfect their life is, while also knowing it is all a lie. To my surprise, there was a message from Joe saying he was engaged to a girl in Russia. Okay, wait a minute. Don’t we all hate when someone skips ahead in the story and we are now nusaybin escort all left wondering what happened in the last twenty years? Okay, let me back up a little. When Joe left the military, he moved back to the Midwest, and started his own business. As it turned out, all those years worth of drawings were robotic designs. Over those missing twenty years of my story, he built one of the largest distribution and warehousing companies, in the country. Now, you might think great, I hate my job and he owns a massive company right? Wrong, in fact, he only had a couple of employees. His entire company was automated. There was robotic forklifts that could pull orders out of racks or place them back. There was robots that could feel the weight distribution in a semi trailer, and properly load it for best efficiency. All inventory was tracked by computers and avoided the issues with human error. The employees he had consisted of a couple of clerks to talk to the truck drivers, and a couple of engineers to keep the robots functional.

Okay, so we get the point. Me being the semi popular kid, struggled through my adult life and drastically failed at my love life. Him, being the weird kid everyone picked on, had a massive company, all the money he could ask for, and now a fiance. So what about this girl? It turns out, he had never really talked to her, but she sent him pictures and they chatted via messaging apps. When he sent me a picture I about busted out laughing. The girl was breathtakingly gorgeous. She was wearing a tiny little bikini and her nice round ass cheeks were hanging out from the thong. She was turned so it was obvious she didn’t have on a top. Her long blonde hair cascaded down covering her nipples. She displayed an amazing view of her side boob while her blue eyes and soft features gave a look of lust that could cause any straight man to fall in love immediately. He proceeded to tell me she was a professional model who was down on her luck. He has been sending her money every month to help her out, and he finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry him.

I smile because this is a story we have all heard before. It screamed scam artist and he was just the type of person to be naive enough to fall for it. I didn’t want to sound negative so I told him about my first wife, who also happened to be Russian. I’m not going to get into that story here, but let me tell you, it was awful and ended in a nasty divorce. And, she, was someone I met in person, not over the internet. Although careful, I still must have said something offensive because he went offline and stopped typing and I didn’t hear from him for another year. To my surprise, a wedding invitation arrived in the mail. Being a good friend, I went to the wedding. The truth is, I was curious to see what was wrong with this woman. To my surprise, she was beautiful and elegant. What I also noticed was that she hardly even looked at her new husband. She was constantly talking and dancing with every guy in the reception. I took my opportunity, asked her to dance in Russian, took her hand and began dancing. Now I know what everyone is thinking. This is an adult story, so I tried to bang his new wife, right? Of course not, I’m an honorable man. What I did do was talk to her about her intentions. I speak enough Russian that I struck up a conversation and attempted to ensure she wasn’t a gold digger. This didn’t end well and like many young woman, the drama was more important to her than reality. She accused me of flirting with her and demanded that Joe kick my ass. Joe and I both knew there was no chance in hell of that happening. We stepped outside and I told him my thoughts about her. I also gave him a couple of tips to make it sound like he got in a good shot, on me, and saved her reputation. I left and wished him good luck on his honeymoon and apologized for creating a scene at his wedding. Not expecting to hear back from him until after his marriage failed, I went home. To my surprise, two weeks later, I came home from work and he was sitting on my porch, drinking a beer, with one hell of a story.

Joe’s Honeymoon:

After their reception, they loaded onto his private jet and flew to a private resort on a Caribbean island. Joe assured me the first couple days were amazing. One evening, they were sitting at a table near the pool. A reggae band was playing in the background and he said he was getting very drunk trying all the fruity drinks. (I kept my opinion to myself, but I’m sure he saw me snicker at the thought of him drinking girly drinks in front of his beautiful bride) They danced to a couple of songs and then had a seat. As he walked up to the bar to get another round of drinks, another couple walked by. The man was black and huge. He was easily a foot taller than Joe and weighed more than double. The man was layered in muscle and exuded confidence. On his arm was a tall blonde white girl. She was a perfect example of a trophy wife and reminded him of a life sized Barbie odunpazarı escort doll. The thought of how much cosmetic surgery it must have taken to look like her, went through his mind.

As he returned to his table with the drinks, he realized, to his dismay, that the couple had sat down with his bride, Natalia. Joe sat down, hugged his wife and struck up a conversation. The couple was from New York City. The man Jamaal, was a high profile defense lawyer and his wife, Barbie, ran a small charity. It was enough to keep her busy between parties and social gatherings. Soon Jamaal grabbed Natalia’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor. She was very timid at first, but as the drinks flowed Natalia and Jamaal seemed to dance closer and closer. At one point, Joe saw Jamaal cup her ass with his massive hands. When Joe pointed it out to Barbie, she shrugged and said she didn’t like dancing. Whenever Joe asked Natalia to dance, she was too tired. As soon as Jamaal asked, she was ready and excited to go. At the end of the night, they all swapped phone numbers so they could meet back up for a day activity the next day. This bothered Joe greatly, but once they got back to the room, all was forgotten as he and Natalia made love before they both fell asleep.

The next morning Natalia told him she had a hangover and didn’t want to get up. He had been working on his laptop, so he left it open on the table. This was not uncommon as he often enjoyed watching her move around their house, on the webcam. This was a habit of which he rarely realized he still did. He gave her a kiss on the lips and then went downstairs to the business office, intent on checking in at work. After making several phone calls he brought up the video app on his phone to see if Natalia was awake yet or not. What he saw instead was forever burned into his mind.

Natalia was laying face down on the bed. Her ass was sticking up in the air and Jamaal stood behind her. His cock was huge as Joe watched him begin to slide inside of her. It took some effort but he soon saw that Jamaal was completely buried in Natalia’s pussy. His rhythm increased and he began to pound her hard. Joe was struggling with his emotions as he watched his new wife’s face contort into different expressions as it was obvious she was really enjoying this. He was near tears, but had enough sense to begin recording. He ran back upstairs, taking a deep breath, he prepared to open the door planning to confront the two. But, as he approached the door he heard voices spilling into the hallway.

“Whose whore are you bitch?” came Jamaal’s deep voice.

“I’m your whore.” a feminine voice could be heard between all of the moans and bed springs.

“Who owns this pussy now?”

“You own this pussy”

“I couldn’t hear that, who owns this pussy?”

Her voice screams out as she orgasmed, “you own this pussy. This is your pussy any time you want it.”

Joe couldn’t take it any longer and burst through the door, ready to start swinging at the larger man. Once inside, he immediately lost his nerve.

Jamaal looked towards Joe, with no fear at all. “Sit your ass down cuck and watch how a real man fucks a pussy.” Jamaal nodded towards the chair in the corner, as he continued his brutal assault on Natalia’s pussy.

Joe could do nothing but stare at the floor as he realized he was no match for the much larger man.

“Spin around here and give me that pretty little mouth.” Jamaal pulled his huge member from her tiny box and shoved it in her mouth, just as he exploded, filling her mouth with his spunk. “Swallow that shit bitch and show me that it’s gone”

Still gagging, Natalia opened her mouth to proudly show him she did as asked. He grabbed his clothes and then wiped his dick on Joe’s shirt. The humiliation couldn’t be any worse. After Jamaal walked out the door, Joe couldn’t even find his voice.

Natalia sneered at him, “a true man would fight for his wife”. She spat on him, grabbed her clothes and stomped out of the room and into the hallway, still naked. Joe sat in frustration. He caught her fucking another man, but instead of feeling guilt, she was angry at him for not being mad enough to fight. He sat in silence for several hours as his mind began to formulate a plan.

The Revenge:

Joe quickly realized that he was no match physically, but where he lacked in size, he made up in intellect. He sat in the room, the strong musk of sex still lingering in the air. The laptop on his lap showed a picture of Natalia, the bride that he once thought was an innocent angel. The sight of her caused tears to again form. As he wiped them away, he began to type furiously. A plan came to mind and he attacked it like a warrior defending his kingdom. If Natalia wanted him to fight for her, then a fight is what she would see. Jamaal could never beat him on his own battlefield. Joe knew he would have to use his brain to control the much larger man.

…….

Natalia finally of escort returned to the room several hours later after walking down to the market. She slammed doors and shuffled through the suitcase. His attention was focused on the computer. She took a shower and then entered the room naked, still there was no reaction. She turned on the TV and then raised the volume. Again nothing. She knew she hurt him badly, but he needed to understand her viewpoint. She waited for a while and when he never acknowledged her, she eventually fell asleep.

Hours later she awakened to Joe walking around the room. He was muttering to himself about a fight. Wiping her eyes to clear her vision she remembered she was still lying on the bed naked. He had moved to the bathroom where he looked himself in the mirror and talked to his image. She began to dress when he stepped out.

“Hurry and get dressed,” he said, “you wanted to see me fight? I don’t want you to miss seeing him get hit with the first punch.”

He shoved a sundress into her hands and then began pacing back and forth. As she slipped on the dress he grabbed her hands and roughly pulled her towards the door.

“My Love,” her voice stammered, “don’t be stupid. He would kill you in a fight.” Her fractured English was cracked as she attempted to express her fear for him.

Joe smirked at her as he pulled her towards the elevator. His fingernails bit into her wrists as she winced in pain. She realized she didn’t have time to even put on shoes. He dragged her through the lobby towards the hotel restaurant. She turned her head to see Jamaal and Barbie standing at the reception desk. Jamaal was arguing with the clerk and fishing through his wallet. Barbie watched as Joe dragged Natalia passed them.

They were quickly seated and everything seemed normal as they received their menus and eventually ordered. Soon Jamaal and Barbie entered the restaurant, arguing with each other. Natalia couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was obvious that Barbie was angry. The food arrived and Joe just sat smiling.

“What are you going to do?” Natalia looked at Joe, puzzled.

Glancing at his watch, he hesitated, counting out the seconds, “3… 2… 1… This…” He pointed toward the lobby and a group of police entered the restaurant, guns drawn and pointed at Jamaal.”

After barking a couple of quick orders at Jamaal, he slowly slid from his seat and layed on his belly. His hands were quickly handcuffed and when he resisted while standing back up, one of the officers planted several powerful kicks into the side of his ribs. Jamaal coughed and blood could be seen pooling in his open mouth as he gasped for air. Several officers dragged him from the room and another grabbed Barbie and ordered her to follow for questioning. The last thing Barbie saw as she was being escorted out of the room was Joe smiling, as he typed something on his phone. Natalia sat wide eyed and shocked at what was happening.

Joe continued to eat his dinner, refusing to answer any of Natalia’s questions. He was very proud of himself as he mumbled to himself, “and look at who got his ass kicked?”

……

Later that evening, Joe and Natalia were sitting in their room. Joe had said nothing more about the incident, even though she continued to ask the questions. Uncertain of what happened, she resigned herself to what she presumed would be a very awkward evening. As she began to relax, there was a knock at the door. Joe sat smiling at her, so she answered the door.

In rushed Barbie, “what did you do to my husband?” Foam was frothing from her lips as she gasped in anger. “Your message said meet you here tonight and you can fix all of this.”

Both Barbie and Natalia looked at Joe as his huge smile broke into a laugh. “It looks like your credit and bank cards were shut down. How long has your husband been funding terrorists?”

“What?” Cackled Barbie. “My husband has never supported terrorists. Where would you ever come up with a crazy notion like that?” Her angry sneer was sharp enough to slice his throat as she doubled her fists ready to punch him for his crazy antics.

“It’s interesting what a pissed off geek can do with a computer, don’t you think?” Joe continued to smirk at both of the perplexed woman.

Barbie finally lost her temper and slapped Joe. She then jumped on him intending to scratch his eyes out. A small scuffle ensued as Natalia grabbed her, pulling her away.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, Barbie barked out that “Why him? Jamaal never did anything to you.”

Even though he had been slapped, Joe never stopped grinning. With a couple keystrokes a video came up on his laptop. The image of Jamaal and Natalia’s indiscretion began to play. At first Barbie didn’t believe, but quickly the disbelief turned to anger towards her husband,

Joe allowed her to watch the video, then mentioned “I can make all of the false evidence against your husband disappear just as quickly it appeared. I just need you to do something for me.” He continued to smile at her, his eyes wandering up and down her body.

“Your not getting shit out of me. He can rot in Hell for all I care.” She was about to leave, when he cleared his voice, drawing her attention back towards him.

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Note: All people in this story are 18 years of age or older at all points in the narrative. There are no depictions of sexual violence in this story. All of these people are real people, albeit with changed names, and the descriptions of Matt’s physical dimensions are absolutely accurate.

:Chapter 1:

Matt’s endowment is revealed

It was the first week of classes. For a senior like me, the start of undergraduate classes meant I was doing my best to get work done and get ahead of the readings and homework. Almost everyone else on my floor were freshmen, and I knew that freshmen usually focused much more on the partying and socializing during the first week of classes. Actually, some freshmen never focused on their classes and ended up dropping out when they realized they were going to have to do some work at a university they were paying to attend.

Matt and Avi, my across-the-hall neighbors, maintained a party atmosphere each evening during the first week of classes. Groups of guys and girls came through their room like it was an open house. Classes started the day after Labor Day, so on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings they were carrying on far into the night and our RA had to came by to enforce quiet hours so the rest of the floor could get some sleep.

On Thursday evening, there was a big change in the purpose of the gatherings. Matt and Avi had a bunch of guys in their room and I could hear Avi yelling something. My door was shut, so it was muffled. “Come on, show them!” is what it sounded like.

There was silence for a moment, and then a great chorus of exclamations erupted from the room behind my locked door.

“Whoa!!!”

“What the FUCK?!?”

“That’s massive, dude!!”

“Holy shit, what happened to you?”

I knew someone had their dick out. It was so clear that was what was going on. I had heard this happen before in the dorm rooms where a big dick was revealed and while I never was a part of this sort of ritual I had heard about it from some of my friends who were in all male sports, onikişubat escort or Boy Scouts. The other thing that was apparent to me was that the possessor of the big dick was Matt. My mind flashed back to his bulge in his red shiny basketball shorts, and his hand down the front of his waistband. Avi had probably seen it first while they were changing or something.

I was intrigued. Of course it was Matt. He was magnetic; his personality, his body, or those pale sky blue eyes drew in everybody he met, so it only made sense that he had something else that everyone wanted to see.

I was in a bit of a situation now. My door was locked and shut, in full view of Matt’s room. If I opened it now, and looked, I was showing clear interest in a penis. For some reason, I didn’t know if I could handle that socially. Even though nearly the entire floor was showing up in droves, I was anxious. What if I reacted in an unusual way or made things weird? My social awkwardness would certainly not be welcome here. I knew I needed to wait for an opening.

I walked over to the peephole and looked through the lens. There were more people walking by the doorway–Matt was drawing a crowd from all over the floor. One guy pushed his way out and ran down the hall toward the girls’ rooms. Soon girls started showing up. I heard gasps and screams as one by one, visitors filed in and took in the scene that Matt had conjured up.

Once it looked like there were about two dozen people in Matt’s room, I decided to open the door. I was planning on walking down to the restroom, and then leaving my door open when I got back. I unlocked the door and stepped out to the hallway. Nobody even noticed I was there. The entryway to Matt’s room was jammed. There was no way I was going to see anything unless I pushed in.

I went down to the restroom and walked into a stall. I pulled my pants and underwear down and realized I had a rock hard erection. I had not been touching it; this was all from the idea of people coming to see Matt’s ordu escort dick. It was not lost on me that I had one of the strongest hard-ons of my life not from masturbation, a girl’s handjob, or a blowjob, or penetration, but rather from a guy’s cock that I hadn’t even seen. Just heard people in another room just talking about.

I looked down at my own dick. I knew that it was average sized, maybe slightly bigger than average. I knew that if I pushed a ruler into my pubic bone that the tip of the head reached nearly to six and a quarter inches. Circumcised, with a slight upward bend, a tiny rightward bend that I wondered was from my vigorous right-handed masturbation, and a thick shaft six inches in circumference. Kara, my ex-girlfriend as of last May, had thought it was huge. My porn viewership had taught me that while it was statistically above average, it wasn’t anywhere near as huge as some men were packing.

I grasped my rock hard shaft and started stroking it, feeling my skin slide up and down in my grasp. I still had enough vestigial foreskin to slide up and completely cover my glans. I tried to picture in my mind how big Matt’s cock was. Everyone was really carrying on. Eight inches? Certainly enough to cause a fuss. Nine inches? Worth some screams of shock and horror. Bigger? That would be a dick you could sell tickets to see.

I resigned to crafting a vision in my mind’s eye of Matt sporting an enormous erection in his dorm room. Sixteen inches long and so thick that a group of four girls had to work together to jack him off. I played out the scene in my head. The fantasy Matt leaned back into his bed as an entire harem milked an orgasm out of his monstrous cock. They screamed in terrorized delight as gobs of hot semen splashed their faces and hands and arms.

Fuck, I was horny. I looked down at my own pathetic dick, tight in my own grasp. It was aching now, that terrible feeling of pressure and pleasure. I didn’t have any time to edge things out. I needed to get back to the scene up the hallway. örnekköy escort I scooted backward on the toilet and leaned forward and blew my load into the toilet water. My dick was relieved at the release of blood pressure and quickly retracted back into its resting state.

I cleaned up and made sure none of my cum was left on the toilet seat or bowl, washed my hands, and then walked back toward my room. I could see the RA standing in Matt’s door, and there were several girls walking back down the hallway toward their side of the high rise dorms. The RA was busy explaining how they were being too loud and that they needed to break up the gathering. I walked back into my room, left the door open, and sat down at my desk. Pretty soon the RA finished up his little lecture and left. I had my notebook out, looking like I had been doing some homework, so I looked through the door at Matt’s room.

Matt was sitting on his bed, shirtless, barefoot, with his red basketball shorts on. The first thing I noticed was that he was looking directly at me. Matt’s blue eyes were gazing, gently and sweetly across the hallway, but there was something serious in the way he was staring. A predatory glare, perhaps? No, this was more like the eyes of a person in a deep starvation state. He was desperate for something.

The shock of seeing Matt’s blue eyes locked into mine lasted for a second, because then I looked at his shorts. Or, rather, at the enormous triangle-pyramid of fabric where Matt’s shorts normally resided. “Pitching a tent” was a woefully inadequate idiom for this situation, unless the tent in question was a circus tent. Matt’s long pole was standing at full attention under his shorts and then again my eyes moved upwards and met his.

Matt had been watching me take in the sight, and I realized I had been staring with my mouth open. A bead of drool rolled down my bottom lip and onto my shirt. Matt kept staring at me with those hungry, desperate eyes. What did he want?

Avi walked around the corner into view. Avi was smiling and laughing and joking with Matt, completely unaware of our staring contest unfolding across the hallway. Then Avi shut the door and locked it, and Matt was out of view.

I sighed, and suddenly was aware again of a painful throbbing in my own shorts. Rock-hard again.

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