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Peter had asked to see me alone before he left

“Why did you do it Josh? I thought we were getting on fine.”

I suspected a trap and I certainly wasn’t going to admit anything

“You did this to yourself Peter”

He looked as if he was going to cry.

A few weeks earlier I had been worried. It seemed inevitable that the situation between Peter and myself would become common knowledge. I thought I had the solution though.

Peter was good at his job. There was no reason why I shouldn’t recommend him for promotion, for him to take on a wider range of responsibility.

So I asked him.

“Peter, I know you work hard. I am sure you could use more money. I could get it for you if you agree to take on more.”

He smiled.

“And you want me to spend it on you”

I was glad he took it that way and had the grace to look a little embarrassed.

“Well to please you Josh, I will. What did you have in mind?”

So I outlined my plans. Increased involvement in strategic planning, more staff management, responsibility for controlling the bank accounts. It was clear that this was a considerable promotion and I could see that Peter was excited.

“I’ll be as senior as you, Josh.”

He smiled again and it was obvious that he was completely unsuspicious. I was beginning to tire of the way that he was treating me so it was a relief to know that my plan was going to work.

I arranged for his promotion. bursa escort He took over the management of some of my staff. He joined me in attending strategy meetings with the directors. Finally, and most importantly he took over responsibility for controlling the company bank accounts.

After a couple of weeks he had become used to his new role and I put my plan into action. It was very easy really. Peter had foolishly let me know all his passwords and one day I took advantage of his absence to sign onto his computer in his name. I set up a series of regular standing orders to make payments from various company bank accounts into his personal account. I knew that he never checked his own bank statement and wouldn’t notice the extra money.

The payments continued for a couple of months and soon I was ready for the next stage. If I had any doubts they were taken away by one particular incident.

The two of us attended a meeting with the directors of the company. There was a long discussion to which Peter made a full contribution. Unfortunately what he was saying do not make a lot of sense and I said so. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. It was obvious that Peter was very angry indeed.

When the meeting finished Peter asked me to come to his office. He was calm as he shut the door but I was shocked at what he said

“Strip.”

I was used to him dominating osmangazi escort me but he had always treated me with a measure of respect. Nevertheless I knew I had to please him, that he had to forgive me. I couldn’t allow him to tell everyone what he knew about me.

I took off my jacket and put it on his desk. That was the easy bit. Then I kicked off my shoes and looked him in the face before feeling for my belt. I loosened it and opened my trousers before pushing them down revealing my white briefs. After the trousers it was my shirt, at which point I hesitated. I was standing in front off him in my underpants, fully compliant and submissive, wondering if this would be enough to secure his silence.

“Grovel”

I went down on my knees and looked up at him. Then I bent forward with arms outstretched and my face in the ground.

“Now, apologise for your behaviour”

“Peter, I am so sorry for what I said. I will never say anything like that again”

I raised my lower body as high as possible to ensure my briefs were stretched provocatively over my behind. I wanted to tempt him, make him realise what he would be missing if he gave me away.

“That’s better Josh” he said; and I knew it was going to be all right.

He allowed me to get dressed and I must admit I felt uncomfortable as he watched me buttoning up my shirt and pulling up my trousers. karacabey escort Funny that it was worse than having him watch me take my clothes off.

I was virtually dressed when the door opened and Sebastian, the owner of the business, walked in. Peter generally locked the door when we had private business but I realised with horror that he hadn’t done so on this occasion. It had been a lucky escape.

Sebastian seemed shocked

“Josh, you’re not properly dressed. Why have you taken off your tie?”

I thought to myself it was lucky he hadn’t come in thirty seconds earlier

“Sorry sir, it was so hot”

“Well don’t let it happen again”

He asked Peter a couple of questions about the business and then left, glaring at me as he went.

Peter’s careless with the door convinced me that I had to discover the “fraud” and so I asked Sebastian for a private meeting to present him with my findings. Money had been stolen from the company and there was only one possible suspect.

Peter was invited to a meeting with the directors, myself and also a couple of policemen. He was presented with the “facts” for which he could offer no explanation. He was arrested and handcuffed but before he was taken away he asked if he could have a few words alone with me.

The others left us and I wondered nervously what he was going to say. In fact there was no problem. He accused me of setting him up but couldn’t offer any evidence. He threatened to tell everyone about my performance at the club but when I pointed out that nobody would believe any lies he told to discredit the chief witness against him, he fell into despair.

Our last moments together were spent with my hand holding his penis as I enjoyed the role reversal. Peter looked completely broken.

THE END

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(This is the second addition to “Prologue” which was not initially intended for further expansion by me)

I woke early that morning, as I usually do. The sun was pouring into our breakfast nook by the time I finally heard his footsteps on our backstairs.

I could only smile at the first sight of him. He was still wearing the blue silk nightgown I’d dressed him in a few short hours earlier, after first shaving him smooth and putting him into a pair of my black lace panties. “Good morning, dear,” I greeted him cheerfully, crooking my index finger at him in an invitation for a morning kiss.

As he leaned his lips across the table, I flashed a warm smile and caressed his cheek tenderly. “You look lovely this morning, you know that — right?” I exclaimed, and indeed he did, standing there barefoot as he was, his lace-trimmed silk nightdress now rumpled, his long hair all bedhead-y. How could I have ever missed seeing him the way he obviously saw himself? He was meant to look like this, I thought, and it was difficult coming to grips with why seeing him in this manner affected me so deeply. My eyes devoured him, and I instantly yearned for our next time in bed together if only to see him again the following morning, that naturally sun-streaked brown bedhead now nicely managed into a high, messy pony . . .

“Did you get a good sleep last evening?” I asked him. “Get a good night’s rest?”

The double entendre was not lost on him, and he immediately blushed bright red. Golly, but he’s cute when he blushes, I thought, especially when he’s dressed as he is right now. I wracked my brain trying to remember if ever before in our 15-year marriage had I seen him blush, and I said a little prayer that this time wouldn’t be the last . . .

“Yes, I did; I had a very nice evening,” he answered quietly, throwing me that cute, bashful little smile he saves only for the most special occasions. “Thank you for asking.”

“Coffee?” I asked him. “Or do you now prefer tea?”

He blushed again. “Coffee’s fine,” he said, quickly looking away. Almost oblivious to the presence of the vision in pale blue silk now seated at our breakfast table, we proceeded through the usual small morning conversation — made even smaller, perhaps, by the obvious omission escort izmit of his typically weighty male topics. He seemed to me to be both the same as always and disturbingly different at the same time, and the thought made me shiver. His conversation, as always, flowed as freely as spring water, and I allowed its familiar cadence to surround me before my attention began to stray and I caught myself intently studying the morning light as it filtered through the leaves outside the window and danced on the lace at his throat . . .

“You know, sweetheart, we really need to get you a robe to wear when you’re down here in the morning,” I broke in, interrupting both what he was saying and my own rapidly growing need to own him forever just like this. “This girl finds that just seeing you sitting like this across from me is a lot more stimulating than watching you wandering around in tighty-whities ever was.”

He blushed once more, but this time I strained hard to maintain a straight face and not laugh as my usually glib hubby for once found himself at a total loss for words. Let’s go a little easy on him today, I thought. Let’s give him a little room to adjust. There’s time enough to later rub his nose a bit into our “new arrangement.” To bail him out, I switched subjects: “Well, Roni, your morning is out there just burning away, and you still need to go buy a few little things. You haven’t forgotten what you’re getting today, have you?”

“No,” he said quietly. Was that a spark of banked-down anticipation I just saw flickering there beneath that calm demeanor, I wondered? Was he coiled on edge, just waiting for me to say “GO?”

“Well, go take your shower, pull on your big boy pants and get your shit in gear, kiddo,” I told him. “Time’s-a-wastin’!”

I watched his tight ass moving toward the backstairs and appreciatively sucked air between my teeth and lips before calling after him: “By the way, Roni, you’re still on for two dozen panties today, but you only need to buy five nighties. I’m making you a gift of that one you’re wearing.”

He briefly paused for a questioning glance over his shoulder, and I tossed him an explanation in return, “I was probably never going to wear it anyway,” I said. “Now yürüyüş yolu escort that I know how devastatingly cute and adorable you look wearing it, I wouldn’t care to embarrass myself by inviting an unequal comparison.” I know I said I planned to go easy on him, but it was really a rotten shame that I couldn’t see his face after saying that . . .

A half hour later, he was headed out the door to his truck when I shouted at him once again: “Hey honey, I’ve some shopping I need to do myself today. How about one of your credit cards? Just leave it on the stand by the door. Thanks awfully. Ta!” I watched his pickup truck drive out our lane before reaching for my laptop. I’d already done a little research while waiting for him to wake this morning. In eager anticipation, I excitedly used the edge of the credit card to drum a quick cadence on the shell of the laptop, then flipped open its lid. It was now time to do some serious on-line shopping.

My first need, I had decided, was for a strap-on dick. Since this would be my most personal “interface” in the actual process of deflowering his splendid sissy ass, I really intended to get it right but found the many choices a bit overwhelming. Ummh, maybe we need to save that for last, I thought. Second, I figured real girls don’t need cocks. That made his a distraction redundant to requirement, and my plan became focused on locking it away until he forgot how to use it. Finally, there was the little matter of his backdoor. My limited research indicated that the male pussy was nowhere close to being in the same league as the marvelously adaptable organ I possessed. Fortunately the male’s was said to respond somewhat favorably to “training,” and, frankly after what I had read that morning, those prospects sounded like a lot of fun. For me, at least . . .

OK, the “chastity device” — a CB-6000S (so clinical sounding)! It came in a number of colors which were mostly “sold out.” I found that news depressing until I realized “Pink” was not one of the sold-out colors. Gee, I thought, as if my little sissy was going to be locked into anything else! Availability seemed almost instant, too; I clicked “Add To The Cart” and begin counting down the seconds until darıca escort I could fit him into it and click that little lock closed forever!

To prepare his ass for the fucking of a lifetime, I first did him a favor by ordering an arsenal of plugs which I was pretty certain would systematically open him up to the exciting world of anal sex. Glass, all pretty in pink! Shiny stainless steel, with jewels in the ends! A rather professional-looking set of silicone plugs in graduated sizes that would look right at home in our farm work shop, displayed between the metric wrenches and the socket sets maybe? Works for me! As I splurged on a vibrating plug that featured wireless remote control, I suddenly realized I was also awakening a hunger in my own ass that I never knew existed. That’s a rather interesting development, I thought . . .

Heading back to the strap-ons, I finally decided “early availability” trumped other considerations — I could always order another. In the meantime, a few additional items caught my eye. A leather head harness with a shiny red silicone ball seemed absolutely essential. Even though we lived on a farm, you didn’t want your neighbors thinking we’re butchering hogs the evening I finally decided to explore the depths of his virgin man pussy! Another head harness, this time for a double-ended dildo gag that straps into his mouth . . .

The idea of the head harnesses, I’ll admit, got me wet. I imagined putting his hair into a tight French braid before shoving the dildo into his mouth and cinching the harness straps tightly around his head. I imagined his startled wide eyes almost cross staring down the dildo as it lined up on my soaking-wet pussy . . . Pausing a moment, I edited that scene to also include eye makeup for him — even better, I concluded, now picturing him with white eyeliner! It went without saying that I also ordered a selection of lubes in preparation for all situations and occasions . . .

Finally, just for fun, I added a pair of ridiculously red silicone lips which comically hid an open-mouth ring gag. How much of my dildo could he swallow, I wondered before concluding that we’d find out soon enough!. By this time I had also noticed that the price for his fantasy of becoming “my girl” continued to climb. “But hey,” I told my computer, “it’s his fetish, and it’s also his credit card!”

My final order complete, I consigned it to the ether with a keystroke, made a cup of tea and settled in to browse the web until he returned from his own expedition. As sexy Benedict Cumberbatch would put it, “The game’s afoot!”

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[3 Years Ago]

“Is this the right dorm number?” David asks Delilah he carries a box full of her school supplies. Delilah walks along down the hallway of the college dorm, looking at door numbers. “No, it’s the next one, 78. That’s 75.”

“It WOULD have to be a co-ed dorm” Mac says behind David, carrying her last suitcase full of her belongings. “Haha, yup. I wouldn’t think too much of it, bro” David says to Mac. “Del’s a good girl and she can take care of herself. She’ll probably get hit on by girls more than guys, anyway! Hahaha!”

“Not making me feel any better, man!” Mac says in a worried tone.

“I can hear the BOTH of you idiots, you know” Delilah says as she brings out her key for her dorm room door. “Relax, ok? My roommate is gonna be Sandra, anyway. She’ll be watching my back, hehe. It doesn’t even matter, because YOU’RE the only guy who’s allowed to hit on me.”

“Aww, well I’m flattered and all, Del, but I ca—”

“Very funny, David” Mac says to David, who cackles back at him. Delilah sighs a giggle, and finally unlocks the door, opening the place where she will reside for the next few semesters. Inside, there are 2 twin size beds layered on each corner of the room. Near the bed on the left side, is a cluttered mess of clothes and backpacks scattered over the sheets; definitely Delilah’s side of the room.

“You can just place that box near the foot the the bed, Dave. Thanks, bro!” Delilah sweetly says to David, who carefully places her box down. “Your parents already got the rest of your stuff here, right?” he asks her.

“Yup! My mom had my dad have his moving truck and a couple movers get all the heavy stuff here 2 days ago” she says as she sits down on 1 of the 2 chairs between the beds. In front of those chairs is a desk table with a unplugged laptop that belongs to her room mate and best friend, Sandra.

“Kinda convenient that your dad owns a moving company. This is a save on money big time!” Mac says to Delilah, who chuckles at him. “Yeah, it’s almost like he planned this out years ago or something” she says, bringing her legs onto the edge of her bed. She is wearing a black T-shirt, blue jeans that cut just below her knees and her worn out low-cut black and white converse sneakers with no show black nylon socks. Mac makes sure that he sneaks in a couple of good looks at them.

“Should be everything, ain’t it?” David asks Delilah. She looks around and ponders a bit, then smiles while saying “Yes, that is the last of it. I got everything I need. All I gotta do now is just get all this shit together, and I’m set! I’ll get Sandy to help me out. She owes me for helping her set up that table.”

“Where is Sandra, anyway?” David asks her. “She’s at her advisor’s office getting some last minute changes for her schedule. Should be up here in about an hour or 2” Delilah tells him.

“Sweet, then, I guess that’s it, then?” Mac asks her as he slowly looks at David. “Mmm-hmm, that’s… that’s about it…” she says as she looks at David as well. David looks at Delilah, and then at Mac, and laughs. “Oh, ok, okaaay, I get the hint. You children wanna be ALOOOONE.”

Delilah laughs as she gets up and runs towards David, hugging him tightly. “I’m gonna miss the hell outta ya, you dork.” David returns the hug with his own, picking her up. “I’ll miss you, too, Del. Kick ass for us while you’re here, ok?”

“I promise, bro. Thank you for all the help” she softly says, holding back her emotions. David breaks izmit escort the hug, and leans over to Mac, a tear escaping his eye as well. “I’ll uh… I’ll warm up the car, man. Let the AC take over, yeah?”

“Sounds good, bro” Mac says to him. “I’ll be down in a bit…” With that, David makes his leave of the dorm room, and heads back down the hall to the elevator.

Mac turns his attention back at Delilah, who absentmindedly begins to twirl her left foot around the inside of her sneaker, letting her nylon sock covered toes fiddle with the laces. Mac can only sigh at the thing he will miss the most about her, and moves in closer to her. “You know… if someone would have told me that I would’ve met the coolest, most beautiful girl I have ever known when I was 12… I would’ve blocked them on my Facebook” he says.

Delilah giggles and says back to him “And if someone would’ve told me that I would meet the most charming, down-to-earth, sexiest guy I have ever known when I was 12… I probably would’ve never gotten these socks. Hehe…” As she says that, she takes her left shoe completely off, and places her nylon-sock covered foot on top of his own right sneaker. He sighs again, causing her to curl her toes inside the tongue of his shoe.

“It’s gonna be a long Fall semester for me” Mac says as he gasps from the feeling of her toes digging inside his shoe, a habit she picked up during their foot fetish adventures. “It is… it’s gonna be weird not walking to school with you anymore…” As she says that to him, she begins to slowly rub her foot all over his sneaker, showing it a special love it has for it.

“It’s… it’s not fair, Delilah…” he says to her, whispering.

“What’s not fair, tiger…?”

“This… you… just having to leave just RIGHT when we… right when we…”

“I know… I know, Mac… but this is something we had prepared for…”

“I don’t know how I am gonna get through this first year without you, Del…”

Delilah hugs Mac, bringing her arms around his shoulders. She then wraps her foot around his shin, and flexes her socked covered toes into it. Going on pure emotion, she looks at him and says softly “Mac… you fucked my feet hard that night… and it was the most amazing experience you have ever given me. That was the night you and I became official. That was the night you finally became my boyfriend.”

Mac softly grunts, feeling her foot caress his leg and listening to her honest teasing through her words to him. He hugs her back, and kisses her forehead. “I’m scared, Delilah… I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be, tiger. We can get through this. Just one year… we have to get through this one year…”

“Fuck, man, I wish I could, mnng… fuck them now…”

“Me too… but they have security cameras in here… besides, David is waiting for you.”

“I don’t want to let you go, Del.”

“Just hold me a little bit longer, sweetie…” Del softly says, a tear escaping her right eye. “Look at my feet, Mac…”

Mac obliges, and begins to look down. As Delilah’s foot unclamps itself from his leg, she stands it on the floor on its heel and scrunches her sweaty socked toes hard for him, as if her foot was saying it’s temporary farewell. Mac licks his lips at it, and sighs at the love it is expressing to him. Delilah’s voice breaks his concentration on her foot as she says “Listen to me… I got some new ballet flats for you…”

Mac gasps izmit sınırsız escort at her and says “… R-really?” As he asks her, Delilah places her toes on top of her other foot. She rests them on her sneaker she still had on, making her arch visible.

“Yes… pink ones… and if you can hold out, by the time you see them, they will be nice and ready for you. When that day comes, baby… you can do whatever you want to them.”

“God… will you play with them for me, Del?”

“Yes… every chance I get… I will wear them every day here… I will get them worn out, sweaty… and smelly for you…”

Mac leans in to kiss her deeply, and she takes it all in, twirling her tongue into his own. A tear falls down his cheek, and he closes his eyes as she continues talking to him. “Would you like that, tiger? To see my new pink flats worn out and flexible like my white ones?”

“Yes…” he says in between their kisses. “God, yes…”

“I promise I will play and fidget with my flats REAL good for you… really, REALLY good. My feet are gonna have so much fun with them…”

“I am gonna miss you so much, Delilah” he finally says to her. She looks at him, and begins to softly cry. “I am gonna miss you, too, sweetheart. I love you… I love you so much, Mackenzie…”

Hearing her say his full name, he finally breaks down himself, and softly sobs “I love you too, Delilah. I fuckin’ love you.” They lean back in to kiss each other, as they both slowly back away towards the dorm room door.

“I will call you every day, ok?” he says to her.

“Same here. If you even miss a day, I will kill you.”

“Ain’t gonna happen. If any guy even tries to touch you, I will hunt his ass down.”

“Not if I kill him first.”

“That’s right, because I’m your tiger, understand?”

“Yes, and I am your Delilah. I am all yours. Especially my feet.”

“Uughhh… I need to go now… make us proud ok?”

“Hehe… you do the same. I want you to make awesome music for me.”

“I definitely will…”

Delilah sniffles away, and says to him “… Bye for now, tiger…”

He looks at her, and says back “See you in a year, Del… goodbye…”

Fighting back more tears, Mac heads out into the hall way as Delilah watches on. He makes his way to the elevator, and takes one last look at her door. Delilah stands in her doorway with tears in her eyes, and has her shoe in her hands. Bringing the shoe to her nose, she looks at Mac lovingly, and takes a deep sniff of her sneaker. Mac bites his lip, almost puncturing it with his left canine tooth. As Delilah closes her eyes in bliss of her own foot odor, the elevator opens. Mac backs into it, never taking his eyes off of her.

The last thing he sees before the elevator door slides close is Delilah planting an affectionate kiss onto her converse sneaker, solidifying the bond she and Mac have together with their relationship and their now-shared foot fetish.

***

[Present Day]

Mac gets water onto his already wet face inside of the shower. As he begins to turn the water off, the bathroom becomes steamed with heat and water vapor forming on the mirror. He steps out, reaching for the big towel to dry himself off with. As much as he is happy to be back home, part of him misses the college life: The total freedom of flexible schedules. The brand new camaraderie of his new friends. The music studio yahya kaptan escort where he can work on his compositions. He smiles as he wipes his head, the towel soaking his freshly cut head.

But as much as he misses the college life, he is thankful to be taking a break and getting reacquainted with his old life: The Kliq. His mother, Jessica. And of course, Delilah. Getting lost in his thoughts about her, he almost doesn’t see or hear his phone vibrate on the bathroom counter. Mac shakes off his daydreaming, and picks up his phone, looking at the screen: It’s an incoming call from Delilah.

“Jeez” he says. “It’s like she KNOWS I’m thinking about her.” As he chuckles, he accepts the call, and brings it up to his right ear. “Hey, you…” he softly says.

“Hey there, tiger… I’m back…” Delilah’s sweet sounding voice says through the phone.

Mac sighs deeply, and smiles “For a second, I thought you would still be asleep.”

“Hehe, yeah, same here. I didn’t get home ’till like 3 in the morning. I woke up just in time for my parents to practically tackle me!”

“Haha, I know what you mean. My mom basically turned into a waterfall when I stepped through the door.”

“Is she… ok, I mean? You know…?”

“Well… she said she is, but we are gonna talk about that tomorrow. She wants me to have fun with you guys today.”

“Ok. How about you, tiger? Are you… ok, or…?”

Mac sighs sorrowfully, but clears his throat and says “Right now, I just want to focus on being with you guys. That will make me feel a lot better.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’m getting dressed now. I can stop by your house and we can head to the park together.”

“I would totally love that. I want to see you before they do.”

“Haha, I bet you do. I want to see you too. I think you’ll enjoy what I have on. Hehehe…”

Mac softly groans, licking his lips and saying “Get over here and surprise me.”

“I’ll be there in about 10 minutes ok?” Delilah says to him.

“Sounds good. I love you!”

“I love you too, sweetheart! See you real soon!”

Mac and Delilah both hang up their phones, and Mac is now completely dried up… but with a major hard-on. He is not aware that during the phone call, he kept stroking himself with the towel. Shaking off his hormones, he reaches for his boxers and begins to put them on, followed by his old high school basketball shorts. After putting on his deodorant, he steps out of the bathroom and heads back to his bedroom, continuing to get dressed.

***

Delilah carefully and slowly begins to blow the light pink nail polish she has put onto her fingernails, and they begin to dry fairly quickly. She then looks at both of her feet on the edge of her bed, showing the same coat of polish on her toes. She arches her left foot, and proceeds to wiggle her toes, letting the nail dryer work its magic on drying off the component. As it becomes dry, the polish sets easily.

Even though she had already dried off her right foot, Delilah decides have some fun with it. Using her flexibility, she lifts her right leg towards her and stifles a laugh. She then carefully grabs her foot with her hands, and brings her coated toes towards her lips. Taking a deep inhale, she slowly curls her toes so that the toenails face her mouth. And with a delicate exhale, she allows air to breeze onto her toes, drying off the polish. She giggles at the sensation it creates, and plants a loving kiss onto her wrinkled sole. Mac is going to really enjoy her feet even more now!

All is left is the matter of putting on her socks and sneakers. She takes one crumpled up black sock, looks at the white hearts on it, and smirks. As Delilah straightens it up, she extends her toes on her right foot, and begins to slide the sock on…

TO BE CONTINUED

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Rekha Diwe was no great beauty. She’d known that all her 40 years. Even as village girls go in India, she had been quite plain. The teeth were uneven and her facial features rather masculine. But when she’d been married at age 18, her husband’s family had been pleased with the gifts of sarees, kurtas, a milking cow, five pregnant she-goats and a collection of bridal jewellery. And she’d had a pleasing figure. Neat and curved hips below a small waist and breasts which were already heavy and well formed at 18; and were to become superb as the years went by.

Her husband Ratan had been a caring but useless man. No job and no ambition, but good to her and their children in the early days. Now, after 24 years, he was still employed only on a casual daily basis by construction firms, or as a labourer on the roadways. He had become less caring towards their elder daughter now aged 23, their son of 18 and the younger daughter of 13. Also her husband had become lazier and less demanding in recent years, as regards his conjugal rights, and she was relieved. Years ago, he’d stopped trying to please her although her memory of early orgasms still came to her in quite moments or in the night, as she explored her own body in the dark.

Their house was hardly what the word implied: a single room of 7 metres by 5 metres in which they all slept, ate and kept dry during the monsoon. With a kitchenette lean-to on one side and a small bathroom with chemical toilet on the other. Husband slept on the only bed, a brass-knobbed single bed from at least 60 years earlier. Rekha and the children slept on the floor, on mattresses of straw and feathers. Rekha’s elderly mother also slept there, and lived in the house practically every hour of the year.

But Rekha was regarded as successful. She had a job as daily housekeeper at the big bungalow at the end of the village, belonging to a high-caste Indian business woman and her Britisher husband. She earned more every month than Ratan had ever earned in their life together. She kept her family clothed, fed and respectable and was seen by most village women as a model of good housekeeping and perseverance in the face of life’s difficulties; meaning especially her sot of a shiftless husband. She had no schooling at all. Not a single day in her entire life, despite the national requirement and provision for free primary education. She’d even paid for her son to attend school so that he could now write his name and address in English as well as their local dialect, and could read the local newspapers. Yes; she was a successful woman and mother in her village.

But Rekha had a dream, a fantasy, which she knew was only that but it had sustained her year after year in her employment up at the big bungalow. She had a secret and shameful desire to hold next to her the pale Britisher husband of her employer, and to feel his nimble hands on her skin, on her breast and holding her hips. She was realistic enough to realise that he would no longer be able to hold her waist, simply because it was no longer clear to her or any man where her waist had once been; or at least that is how she felt about her figure. But to have him hold her and press her to him, would be the very zenith of her sensuous desires in life; of that she was quite certain, even if he did not fill her or show very great sexual interest in her. The paleness of his skin, the fairness of the hairs on his arms, the slim hips and broad chest (very much the reverse of Ratan’s figure), the mobile and sensuous fingers and thumbs; these all attracted her.

Although 20 years older than herself, she believed him to be fit and strong, and longed to find out. She watched him whenever he wasn’t noticing her, which seemed to be all the time, although he did give her a big smile occasionally. Also occasionally, she had done some dangerous and scandalous things to please herself and she hoped would not be found out. In her small laundry at the bungalow, she’d reached below her saree and touched her labia before hanging out the Britisher’s underwear; as if to place her scent on them, no matter how faintly. On a few occasions, she had tried on Sir’s briefs before they were washed. Then she knew that she had his scent on her, no matter how faintly. But also she knew how small his hips and bottom were because she needed to stretch them over her own, so that they dug into her waist, and around the tops of her thighs, and between her legs. She longed to see his hips and thighs and buttocks for herself.

Then one day, an ordinary day at the big bungalow, something changed. Madam was away for some days, on business, as was often the case. Sir was alone in the house although the gardener went about his business around the lawns and herb plantations; but the driver was absent, carrying Madam around the State in their SUV. On this day, the gardener finished his work early and went to the nearest town, 40 km distant, to buy in a new supply of liquid fertilizer and insecticide for the herb garden. izmit escort bayan Rekha was alone in the house and Sir was closed up in the office, adjacent to the main bedroom. Rekha’s fantasy was far from the front of her mind as she prepared the vegetables for the evening meal. After that she would sweep and swab all the rooms in the house and Sir, going by previous practice over some years, would vacate the office and bedroom, and sit on the veranda while she did it.

She heard his voice, “Rekha.” She replied equally with the monosyllable, “Sir?” and walked towards the office. Her hands were damp and she was drying them on a cloth as she saw him just inside the bedroom door. He beckoned her as he often did when something needed cleaning or tidying. As she moved towards him, his right hand raised and took hold of her shoulder. It was almost the first physical contact they’d ever had apart from when lifting things together or passing items for storage or cleaning. He let his fingers fold and press down the back of the shoulder, with his palm flat on her bloused shoulder. He pressed slightly again as if to propel her forward with that one shoulder blade and then his other hand took hold of her right wrist, still holding its drying cloth.

He moved backward hardly a single pace and pulled her with him. Her feet were now both inside the door frame of the big bedroom; three times the size of her entire house. She resisted his dragging by instinct; everything she’s learnt from a child was to resist such urging from strange men. But also she knew that this is what she had desired for years, and now something was going to happen. She knew that she ought to extricate herself and flee but knew just as certainly that she wanted more to happen, and to know the answers to her many questions. As she faltered momentarily, and pulled back from his grip, he seemed to sense her difficulty and she felt his grasp weakening.

In that moment, all her womanly desires came to her aid: she would go through with this, whatever it was and whatever he wanted from her. What he wanted she would not only accept but she would want it also, even if it were new, maybe frightening and unfamiliar. Before his grasp could become noticeably weaker, she took a small step into the bedroom. They looked into each other’s eyes and he smiled one of his broad grins which made his eyes crinkle and his nose pucker at the bridge. She smiled back as if to say, “Yes, anything.” And she could tell that he knew what she meant although he had none of her Hindi dialect and she had no English. He walked backwards into the room and she followed him. With his left hand, he flicked the door gently and it clicked shut. The only sound was the AC panel, softly whirring high in the corner. He spoke in his foreign tongue, and she understood not a word except she heard her name in the jumble of sounds.

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen, Rekha. I’ve watched you for months and years. I think you’re a sensuous woman and I also think we could please each other. I’ve seen you watching me, so I think I know you’ll accept my invitation.”

Before she knew what was happening, and in a daze of excitement and wonder, she realised she was moving towards the bathroom built onto the big bedroom. Sir let his right hand drop from her shoulder and placed it with the back on his fingers on the skin of her torso, gripping the multiple folds of her saree. He tugged on the fabric and then moved his hand toward her left hip to find the safety pin which kept the folds together. A very useful modern invention, the safety pin, for wearers of the ancient mode of dress called saree. Deftly, in a way that surprised her, he unclipped the pin, slid it from the fabric, and then held it up between them to close it and make it safe again. He tossed it to one side, onto the easy chair nest to the bed. His left hand lifted the shoulder shawl part of her saree fabric and threw it over her shoulder so that it hung down her back. Quickly he tugged on the saree so that it unravelled on her figure until it could be dropped to the floor of the bedroom, which he did. She was standing there in her blouse top over her white western bra, and with only her grey (once white) shorts covering her female nakedness. He took the same hold on her shoulder and wrist, and pulled her completely into the bathroom, and then did something for which her experience and culture had not prepared her.

He kneeled down in front of her and pulled her shorts down, all the time looking up like a small boy, straight into her eyes. He gave her the broad grin again and she smiled back She had never had a man on his knees in front of her and it was over 20 years since Ratan had deigned to take off her clothes. Instinctively, she placed both her hands under her loose abdomen, and supported the folds of skin and fat that were the remnants of her childbearing so long ago. He reached up and took her hands away from her embarrassment and izmit merkez escort placed them at her sides. She let it happen and was not even surprised to feel the cool smoothness of his left hand with soap washing over her stomach, down her thighs a little, between her legs and over her bottom. He pressed slightly on her anus finally, the better to clean it. And then he dipped his hand in a basin of clean water to one side and rinsed her skin and her sex.

As he stood up, he took a soft cool towel from the stand and held it to her skin, pressing it then into her hands for her to dry herself. As she did so he undid the top button of his white trousers and they fell to his feet, whence he flicked them to one side. She’d been right; his hips and legs were slim and muscular. She took a glance at his buttocks and saw firm rounded pads of muscles that quivered as he moved, with the tension of muscles, not the wobble of fat.

He took her left hand and held it in the soapy basin, then massaging the soap with her hand and his, until she had lather on hers. He pulled her hand towards his erect penis and made as if to lean it. She did so, all the time watching his face and feeling the strength of his erection against her finger. When she was ready, she brought the rinsing water on his hand and swilled him off, and then took the towel without his urging and dried him. She lingered over the erection, and around his testicles, and underneath between his legs. All the while, they smiled into each others’ eyes.

He took her left hand in his right and walked backwards again, this time towards the bed. She knew what was going to happen; or at least she thought she knew some part of it. He took her to the bedside and raised both hands to undo the buttons and hooks down the front of her saree blouse, and eased it over her shoulders, leaving her bra and breasts on display. He cupped them both in his hands and lifted slightly, and chuckled very softly, almost like a smile with sound. She chuckled also, more audibly. He pulled her towards him, using her breasts inside the bra until his hands were touching his own chest and just her nipples were grazing his hairs, through the bra.

Then he reached round her and pulled her to him so that he could unfasten the hooks at the back. She always had difficulty with them, partly because they were behind her but also because there were six hooks. She needed such a firm and long bra to hold her heavy breasts in place inside the blouse. He pulled the bra forward and over her arms, which she let drop so that the bra fell to the floor. He took her to the edge of the bed and gently pushed her until she toppled sideways and had to locate herself by putting out a hand and finding support. Within a second she was lying in the bed and he was leaning over her, with one hand on a breast and the other on her waist; or where her waist used to be at one time, she thought. She lay back as he leaned further over, and nuzzled her breast with his lips; gradually sucking on her nipple until she felt the warmth and moisture gathering between her legs. He shifted position and did the same to the other breast and nipple.

By now her eyes were closed and she was sinking rapidly into an erotic daze. Without her realising it, her legs opened a fraction and she could feel the coolness of the AC on her wetted and swelling labia.

He put one hand down to her groin and slowly let his middle finger slide down towards her clitoris and between the lips, until it rested in the cool moisture she had made for him. He played in his lips and over her clitoris, and placed his finger inside her and then repeated the movements and pressure again and again. She could feel her orgasm building and he sensed it, but he didn’t want it to finish yet, and he slowly withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes and gave the unspoken question, “Why? Why not? Oh please!” He gave her the big grin and his eyes crinkled again as he shifted his weight to lie on her so that she could feel the stiffness between her legs, pressing gently on the same creases and the clitoris where his hand had been a minute earlier.

She raised her knees and he lifted his chest off her, sliding forward so that he entered her without either of them needing to provide any guidance. She hadn’t felt so controlled for many years, or pleased by being filled so spontaneously. He wasn’t especially big inside her after three childbirths, but he was hard and he moved cleverly, so that he rubbed and shivered exactly the parts she needed to feel. How did he know, she wondered, but gave up thinking as the orgasm started building again, and this time he kept up the motion and the pressures until she came. Quietly but positively, her body shuddered and her mouth opened even as her eyes closed. She heard nothing and saw nothing, but felt everything inside her and his body close to hers. She reached up and held his shoulders, feeling the strength in his shoulder izmit otele gelen escort blades and the tautness of the muscles at the back of his neck. He moved a little inside her but was not pressing for his own climax, she realised. She had never come across that sort of delay and control before; certainly not with Ratan, who went for the final explosion as soon as possible, regardless of her pleasure.

They subsided together; she from the height of her orgasm and he from the stiffness of his full erection. He leaned to one side and took his weight off her, lying by her and fondling her breasts, her throat, her shoulders and her tummy down to her groin. He legs were still side open from his earlier position on her, and he slowly pushed them together, so that she was long and pointed. Lying flat on her back, she could feel th flatness of her abdomen and wondered where all the protruding skin and flesh had gone to. She didn’t know or care; she just felt fulfilled and satisfied.

He spoke to her in English and she understood not a single word.

“I’m going to dress you for my delight now. It may be very strange for you but I’ll get such pleasure, I don’t know if you’ll be frightened or delighted. You’re going to give me delights, anyway.”

She was happy to be with him and to feel his nearness. She wondered briefly what his words meant but just rested back with eyes closed again, and her hand on his knee, as her own wetness trickled out of her and down her own buttock onto the bed. She felt no embarrassment and smiled as she thought she would be washing those very bedclothes tomorrow. He got off the bed slowly and she wondered if that was the end of their interlude of pleasure. She began to raise herself but he pressed her down by one hand between her breasts, to make her stay flat on the bed; and he went to a cupboard.

He returned with a bundle of items that she assumed were clothes but like no clothes she had ever seen. They were mostly brilliant white an seemed stiffened somehow. He placed them on the bed at her feet, and resumed his fondling of her body. Suddenly he took her right hand, on the opposite side from himself and pulled her gently but smoothly. She rolled over towards him and he stood off the bed, raising her until she was standing.

He reached across and took one item from the bundle. To Rekha it looked like a pair of pants with no bottom part. He held it towards her feet, tapping on her left foot to be raised, which she did. He slipped the garment over her left foot and ankle. Then he repeated the movements until she was standing in the garment, still with no inkling of what it was or how it was meant to fit. He kneeled to one side of her and slowly began to raise the garment to her knees, and then to her thighs. Rekha realised it was very tight on her and didn’t think it could possible go over her hips; and it seemed to be ripped on the left side. Sir stood and took a firm hold at the front and lifted the garment until it could move no further over her hips. He took both her hands and placed them where he had been tugging. He sent round the back and took hold behind her, he wais a word and she knew that was the signal to lift the garment again, so she did. It slipped up her skin more easily than she expected, now that both of them were lifting all around her torso. It didn’t feel like anything she had worn before and her abdomen seemed even more bloated and uncontrolled as it forced the garment to gape at the side where it seemed to be split. He led her to the bed again and motioned her to lie flat, and she did.

With her abdomen flat again, he leaned over, kissed both breasts and then slowly began to push her skin and flesh into a central position inside the garment. Because she was lying prone, it all fell into position relatively easily, and he reached down to the split on her left side. She could tell that he was joining hooks and eyes. The first two were easy, the next two more difficult, and the final two required a lot of stretching of the fabric and compression of her body until they were all closed. Then he moved a zipper with some difficulty over the hooks, until the split was made up and she was contained inside the garment. Lying down as she was, she felt pressure on her body from under her breasts, quite high on her ribs, until down over her thighs at the sides, under her bottom at the back and across her groin at the front. Sir moved to the pile of clothes again and selected two white objects, which he brought to her feet. He manoeuvred one of them onto his own hand, and then offered it up to her foot, before peeling it off his hand and slowly feeding it up her leg. It came to a position slightly above her knees in her lying-down position. He did the same with the other item and her other leg. When they were both at about the same height on her legs, he took her hand and motioned her off the bed once more. She moved with more difficulty this time, as the pressure of the girdle constrained her body and her muscles. She stood off the bed and he kneeled before her to lift the stockings higher and into positions that could be attached to the suspenders on her girdle. He did them both and she became aware of the tension in the stockings as well as in the suspenders and the girdle, as it now stretched even further to support the stockings.

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Donna shut the door on her wardrobe. Her black leather wedges in her hand. She sat on the bed and slipped them on, sticking her feet out in front of her she marvelled at the fresh pink nail polish on her toes showing through the peep toe. Standing up she straightened her leather look leggings clinging to her legs. She stood in front of the tall mirror, turning she took a look at her curvy arse in the mirror.

“Steve!” Donna shouted towards the bedroom door. She waited a few moments as he made his way into the bedroom.

“Fucking hell you sexy bitch!” Steve said as he laid eyes on Donna.

“Thought you might approve!” Donna replied with a smile on her face.

“I love date night!” Steve said as he put his arms round Donna from behind. “You’re gonna get it tonight!” He continued as he pushed his semi into her arse.

“Oh am i now?” Donna said as she turned round and kissed Steve passionately on the lips.

“Yes!” He responded as he slapped her arse. “Right I’ll go finish getting ready”

Steve left to go back into the bathroom as Donna adjusted her cream chiffon top. She headed downstairs to wait for Steve to finish getting ready.

In the bathroom Steve saw to his hair in the mirror. Perfecting the look he was after. He washed his hands izmit escort bayan before putting his watch on. He headed back into the bedroom and sprayed Donna’s favourite aftershave over his chest and neck before grabbing his freshly ironed black shirt. His usual jeans and black shoes finished his outfit.

Heading downstairs Steve stopped halfway down as he could see Donna bent over in the front room. Her arse looked amazing in those leggings, and those wedges did strange things to Steve. Carrying on downstairs Donna joked, “come on your perv. Stop staring at my arse and get a move on!”

Steve laughed as he approached her and playfully squeezed her bum. “Can’t help you look fit can I!” He said I response.

Donna sat on the sofa, crossing her legs. This allowed her to pop her wedge off and dangle it playfully. She knew it would have Steve’s attention straight away. As she rung the taxi Steve couldn’t contain himself. Kneeling down in front of her he began kissing Donna’s leg. Kissing down her shin he got to her ankle and finally her foot. He kissed over her floral tattoo and slipped her wedge off. Continuing to kiss her well manicured foot, he could feel the softness in his hand and under his lips as he worshipped his woman’s foot. gölcük escort

Donna finished on the phone and watched as Steve continued to kiss her foot. She looked down and could see the bulge in his jeans.

“Stand up,” she said softly. Steve did as he was asked. “Shoe,” she continued. Steve handed Donna’s shoe over. First placing the shoe by her side she undid Steve’s belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. His tight hipster boxers restraining his hard cock in place. Running her hands up his legs to his hips, she pulled his boxers down allowing his impressive cock to be free. Looking up into Steve’s eyes Donna took him in her mouth. Starting with a quick rhythm straight away. Her head bobbing up and down as she took as much of him as she could. She grabbed her shoe and began rubbing the leather of the upper part of the wedge and the insole on his balls as she slowed to suck the head of his cock.

Taking his cock from her mouth Donna positioned her shoe to put over his cock. The tip of Steve’s cock was showing through the peep toe, he could feel the shoe around his cock. Pushing it slowly on and off she tossed him off lightly with her shoe.

“Mmm someones excited,” Donna playfully commented as she izmit escort saw the drops of pre cum forming on the tip of Steve’s cock. She started to stroke his cock to pump him for pre cum, before she wiped it round the inside of her shoe.

“Yes. That’s plenty,” she said in a sexy tone. “Please clean this mess up for me,” she continued as she handed her wedge to Steve to lick up his pre cum. As he licked the inside of Donna’s shoe, tasting himself, Donna took him in her mouth again. She loved sucking Steve’s cock and Steve knew it with the regular blowjobs he got. Likewise Steve could happily lick Donna’s fanny all day long.

Steves tongue was lashing round Donna’s shoe, he was so turned on from the smell of Donna’s shoe and the taste of himself. He felt his balls tighten as Donna’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. Her lips tightened as Steve’s moans grew louder. Within seconds Donna felt her mouth fill with Steve’s cum. She swallowed some ready for the next throb. Swallowing more again she took the last of his delicious cum in her mouth.

“Babe that was amazing,” Steve panted as he bent down and kissed Donna. She had saved some of his cum in her mouth. Their tongues collided as Steve’s cum was passed between them, they continued kissing for a moment before Donna’s phone rang.

“Timing! It’s the taxi.” Donna said as she wiped her lips.

“Not half!” Steve replied as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up.

They left for their taxi to the restaurant for date night. Both of them were still crazy horny and were looking forwards to getting home that night.

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DISCLAIMER: The following tale is completely fictitious. If there is a real sorority named Gamma Lambda Kappa, it is not to be confused with the one described here.

*****

I stood in awe at the large yet somehow cozy sorority house that I had just entered. Before me was a curved staircase leading up to a short railed hallway with a single door that I presumed led to the bedrooms and bathrooms. To my immediate left was a lounge containing a large couch with four matching chairs and a coffee table, all in front of a huge bay window. Meanwhile, to my immediate right, on the other hand, was an open door to the study, which I knew from a previous tour to contain two couches, three chairs, four laptop-ready desks/workstations, and three bookcases.

Down the hall from that and around a corner was a spacious kitchen with a lovely checkerboard linoleum floor. Back on the left, a more informal and private living room with a flat-screen TV and gaming station could be accessed through a door on the far side of the lounge. Finally, through a door directly underneath the second-floor landing was a huge dining room, with four tables for six people each and another bay window even larger than the one in the lounge! All the furnishings were made of deep mahogany with burgundy upholstery, and the walls were mostly forest green.

I vaguely heard my four fellow pledges began chatting quietly amongst themselves in contented anticipation of their induction, and I snapped out of my reverie just in time to greet the unofficial welcoming committee of incumbent sisters as they emerged from the door to the dining room. At their helm was the chapter president, Melanie, a busty Nordic-looking beauty with dusty blonde hair and sky blue eyes. “Hi, guys! I am so glad to finally welcome you to Gamma Lambda Kappa!” she announced as the other members gathered around her and her three companions. “As I hope you all know by now, we’re a rather young sorority specifically for intellectual overachievers! As you can see we’re a relatively small sorority, with only a couple dozen members, but that’s actually on purpose! We believe a roster of 24 current students is in the Goldilocks zone, if you will. Not so small that we barely legitimize our existence, but not too large to inhibit close bonding between sisters. Bonding is very important to all of us, and we hope that you’ll form as many lifelong friends as possible here!”

She went on about the quota for new members and how they were chosen, but I was too busy catching the eye of one particular legacy member, my best friend since childhood Wendy, and waving enthusiastically at her. She waved back just as eagerly, and we mouthed a few queries, responses, and even jokes before my attention was drawn back to Melanie for a moment. “So, make yourselves at home and start getting to know each other, and the official induction lunch will be served shortly!” said the tall blonde.

The crowd dispersed into smaller mingling groups spread out among the lounge and entryway, but Wendy and I all but immediately ran into each other’s arms. “This is gonna be great, Josie!” my freckled and bespectacled bestie declared.

“I know!” I concurred. “Thanks for pulling the strings to get me in here, Little Miss Legacy!” This was only our second semester at the university, but Wendy had gotten invited to join the sorority straight out of high school because her mom was an alumna, which disrupted our plans to live in a dorm together. Fortunately, a few slots in the membership quota opened up at the end of our first semester, and Wendy had managed to convince the officers to extend an invitation to me (after I’d been properly vetted, of course).

She scoffed. “Girl, I had to! Gamma Lambda Kappa’s great and all, but I wasn’t about to spend my college years living away from my best friend, at least not if I could help it!”

I laughed and nodded in agreement, about to retort when a lovely Latina approached us in a lavender spaghetti-strap top and faded jeans. “Is this her, Wendy?” she asked with an eager smile.

“Oh, yes, Raquel, this is Josie!” said Wendy. “Josie, this is Raquel, the first friend I ever made here!”

“Great to finally meet you!” said Raquel. “I’ve heard so much about you! Did you really get one of your teachers fired for trying to teach intelligent design in biology?”

I laughed at how immediately she’d asked the question and nodded, sending a teasing glare at Wendy. “Why am I not surprised Wendy told you about that?”

“Hey, it’s my favorite story. Get over it,” my redhead bestie retorted.

Raquel chuckled briefly before her eyes fell on someone in the crowd. “Ooh, let me introduce you to my sister! She’s new here too. Dani, get over here!”

I smiled as one of my fellow pledges, a pretty Asian girl in a black tank top and dark blue jeans, stepped towards us from where she had just finished some brief small talk with one of the current members. I couldn’t help but look curious for a moment escort izmit at the difference in ethnicity, but I shrugged it off and was the first to shake her hand as she reached us. “Hi, I’m Dani,” she introduced herself with a friendly smirk.

As we chatted, I quickly found out that Dani was, in fact, adopted. It was a heartwarming story, really. She’d tragically lost both of her parents in a car accident that she alone had survived at the age of seven, but luckily, she and Raquel had already been close friends since they were both four, to the point that Raquel’s parents had come to treat Dani as one of their own. Despite obviously regretting the circumstances leading up to it, they immediately volunteered to adopt her and make it official, and the new family had never looked back since.

“I’m proud to call her my sister,” Raquel said, prompting moved smiles from me and Wendy, “and the confused looks we get because of the whole ethnic thing are actually sort of a running gag in our lives!” We all chuckled. “Speaking of which, what beautiful genetic cocktail are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

I laughed nervously. “Thanks, but I’m not much of a cocktail, actually. I’m an American Indian with maybe a smattering of white somewhere deep in the family tree.”

We chatted for a few minutes longer, and I was already content in the suspicion that I’d already made two fast friends, when lunch was finally announced. The four of us sat together with two other pledges at one table and feasted on the celebratory meal. It was essentially a delicious cook-out, which was a pleasant surprise, since I had expected something a bit more formal than hot dogs and burgers, but the sister manning the grill clearly knew what she was doing! There was a touch of formality, though, at the end when Melanie got our collective attention by tapping her fork on her Coke can. She spent the next five minutes or so sharing passwords and secret phrases by which to recognize Gamma Lambda Kappa alumnae and members of other chapters. I dutifully memorized them, but what struck me most was the final and most important sorority secret that she shared.

“Now,” she began, “as you know, one of our main thrusts is to foster intimate, lifelong friendships. It’s not an unusual goal, but we do focus on it a bit more than might be typical, and one of the ways that we try to accomplish it is rather unorthodox. It won’t be obligatory, but we hope you will all participate in some way or other. It’s our secret way for us to bond, a part of our unique sorority culture, if you will. At first, it may seem awkward, and some of you may be a bit squeamish, but it is not only harmless but actually rather healthy, and those who have tried it have never regretted it.” She paused, and I found myself suddenly rapt with attention, as even just knowing what exactly she was taking about felt like a rite of passage into the sisterhood. “You are all encouraged to induce lactation and nurse each other.”

My eyebrows shot up, and as murmurs sounded all around me, I looked to Wendy to confirm that I’d heard Melanie correctly. She just smirked gently and nodded.

Our leader continued. “Contrary to what many of you are probably thinking, breastfeeding is not necessarily just for mothers, nor does it have to be a sexual thing, though the sisterhood does not discourage it from being so for anyone who is thus inclined. Virtually all members who have participated have found it to be a very pleasant bonding experience, one that contributed to a sense of mutual nurturing and intimacy, platonic or otherwise. As I said, you are under no obligation to breastfeed or be breastfed personally, but you should be prepared to live among those who do, and often quite openly, at least within the confines of this house.”

As Melanie launched into a summarized history of the practice within Gamma Lambda Kappa, I just shook my head in surprise. “Wow! Is she serious?”

“Yep,” whispered Wendy with Raquel nodding along. “I know, it was weird at first for me too, but trust me, you’ll get used to it. I’ve done it myself, and it feels great! Not really sexual at all, but just about as pleasurable.”

I raised my eyebrows again at the admission, but Dani piped up with the question that was already on the tip of my tongue. “Were you the one feeding or being fed?”

“I’m usually the one feeding her.” Raquel volunteered, pointing with her thumb at Wendy.

I chuckled as the initial shock gave way to genuine curiosity. “How does it taste?” I asked.

Wendy pondered a bit before answering, “Kinda like melted vanilla ice cream, I guess. It’s really good!”

“Do you think you might try it? Either of you?” asked Raquel.

Dani and I exchanged looks before we both shrugged. “If you say it’s worth trying, then I could probably be talked into it,” I replied thoughtfully, “at least after I can observe it a few times.”

“Hey, if it’s good for babies, I don’t see kocaeli escort why healthy young adults couldn’t try it,” Dani concurred.

“Just so you know,” Raquel said, “if you ever decide you wanna be a feeder, the officers do require you to be tested for any transmissible diseases, just as a precaution. But really, I don’t think we’ve ever had anyone test positive for anything.”

“Should we be listening to Melanie?” I suddenly remembered. “She might be saying something important about this.”

Raquel shook her head in amusment. “Nah. Little secret: she lectures about the history of the whole breastfeeding thing just as a formality, ’cause she knows everyone’s gonna be too distracted talking amongst themselves about the bomb she just dropped. And she completely understands, so she’s giving us time to discuss it so it can sink in.”

Lunch was shortly adjourned, and we spent the next three hours or so moving my belongings into the room next to Wendy and Raquel’s that we decided I would share with Dani. The room was more spacious than any dorm room and yet still quite homely. My bed ended up facing the door along the right wall, while we placed Dani’s bed in the corner to the left of the door. Each of our desk was placed next to our beds, with a comfortably large couch fitting neatly between my desk and the far left corner. Both of our beds were four feet high, with mine dressed in a sky blue quilt while Dani’s was navy blue. The last touches included hanging my Dr. Who poster on the back of the door, setting up Dani’s mini-gaming-station on her desk, and laying her large beige rug on the floor.

The first time Dani and I witnessed the sorority’s unusual habit was later that evening when the two of us were leisurely exploring our new home. We wandered into the first-floor study, where Melanie and the auburn-haired chapter vice-president Vicky sat on one of the couches. Melanie had a medium-sized binder in her lap, scrawling on one of its pages as Vicky quietly dictated what sounded like a list of some sort. They both caught our gaze and gave us brief, welcoming smiles as they put the finishing touches on their work. Melanie then sighed, closed the binder, and leaned back to relax. We approached them for an idle chat but slowed quickly when Vicky promptly pulled up Melanie’s polo shirt to expose a braless pair of what were probably DD-cup breasts, leaned in sideways, and took the nearest areola into her mouth. Her lips quickly slid into place mostly around the nipple, but even then, only the edges of the areola peeked out from their grip. As we watched with slack jaws, Vicky’s own jaws soon settled into a rhythm of opening slightly and then tightening their latch on the fleshy mound, and she began gulping audibly with comparable regularity. For her part, Melanie smiled contentedly and let out a soft moan.

We didn’t mean to stare, but our curiosity got the better of us. “She didn’t even ask!” I marveled at a half-whisper to Dani.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Melanie responded, “That’s just how comfortable we are with each other. Almost all feeding partners eventually reach the point where they don’t even need to ask, because unless the feeder is doing something that would get in the way, she always welcomes it.” She smirked at us. “Hell, we’ve even had a few members who would walk around topless just for the sake of easier access! It’s just really soothing for both parties, to the point that it even works well as comfort food!” She looked down at Vicky, who was still suckling steadily. “But in this case, I think Vicky just worked up an appetite and was too lazy to get up and fix herself something.”

At this, Vicky managed to give a detectable nod without ever detaching her mouth from Melanie’s breast or even really breaking her rhythm.

“If you’ve got a friend with milk right next to you, why bother, right?” Dani ventured, to which Vicky replied by quietly extending a thumbs-up in our general direction, once again conveying her confirmation without interrupting her milky treat. I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Come to think of it, I’ll probably be getting hungry soon myself, but I don’t quite have the same luxury as Vicky does at the moment,” Melanie mused.

Dani and I offered to fetch a snack of her choice, which only led us to stumble upon our second example of Gamma Lambda Kappa’s unorthodox custom. We arrived in the kitchen only to find a rather shirt but well-endowed girl with long brown hair sitting on the countertop in gym shorts. What looked like a sports bra had been pulled up so that her raven-haired friend could stand between her legs and suck thirstily on her right breast. The feeder had a look on her face that blended contentment with amusement as her companion drank, and we actually heard the latter’s lips smack softly as we passed the two on our way to procure the peanuts Melanie had asked for. Dani and I started giggling in amused körfez escort awe as soon as we were out of the kitchen.

The third incident wouldn’t come until the following morning, but it hit much closer to home for both of us, since it involved the only two members that we already knew intimately. It was our last free day before classes started, and I wanted to have as much fun as I could with my friends (both new and old) before it was all spent. I knocked on the door to Raquel and Wendy’s room and got a slightly groggy-sounding, “Come in!” I chuckled as I let myself in. Wendy never was a morning person, even by normal weekend standards.

I found Wendy sitting at her desk in panties and a T-shirt with Raquel bent over next to her in black boyshorts and a red thin-strapped camisole, both of them staring at the former’s laptop screen. “Morning, Josie!” Raquel greeted with a brief smiling glance. “We were just making some last-minute changes to our schedules. We had our eyes on a couple of classes that were full, so we’ve been checking up to see if anyone drops out, and lo and behold, a couple of students did just in time!”

“And I am in!” Wendy declared with a final tap on her keyboard. “No more early morning sessions for me!” Raquel stood up, while Wendy swiveled her chair to face her, and the two high-fived each other. I opened my mouth to ask if they wanted to join Dani and me for some games or something, but I fell silent when Wendy lazily peeled the straps and bust of Raquel’s top down to expose the Latina’s full breasts. As my longtime best friend gripped her around the waist, Raquel cupped her left breast at the side and helped direct it into Wendy’s mouth, smiling warmly as the redhead seized the nipple between her lips. I watched as Wendy began subtly massaging the areola with her lower jaw and visibly gulping at a fairly regular rate.

I barely heard Dani approach until she announced, “I got the okay to set up a ping-pong table, so…” She trailed off as she reached me and saw what was going on. Although it did not really shock either of us anymore, it was still a bit surprising, so she joined me as an intrigued observer. “Well, I guess this is room service, Gamma Lambda Kappa style,” quipped my roommate.

Raquel and I laughed, and Wendy even managed a muffled chuckle as she continued to suckle steadily. “She always wakes up hungry,” said Raquel, “but I don’t really develop an appetite until I’ve been up for about an hour or so, so it’s not unusual anymore for us to take a shortcut like this.” She hummed a bit in pleasure before continuing. “Plus, she’s been eager to personally show you how it’s done and help you get used to seeing it, which is probably why she didn’t even hesitate with you standing there.”

“This is our third time witnessing it,” Dani reported, “but this is the first time involving anyone that we already knew really well.”

Wendy withdrew, which seemed to briefly surprise Raquel until she asked, “Do you guys want to try some? You really should, at least once!”

Dani and I exchanged slightly nervous smirks, each briefly daring the other before Dani took the plunge first. “Ah, what the hell!” She stepped up to Raquel, leaned in, tentatively brought her lips to the right areola, and sucked. “Mm,” she squeaked as she apparently felt the first helping of milk flow into her mouth, pausing only briefly in surprise before beginning to suckle and gulp much like we’d seen others do.

“Ooh, you’re a natural!” Raquel observed with a smile.

Dani took several swallows before pulling away momentarily. “It’s really warm and sweet,” she said, “kinda like a cross between honey and cow’s milk.” She licked her lips. “Yeah, I definitely understand the appeal now!” She latched on again and continued her indulgence.

My curiosity was piqued even more by Dani’s testimony and obvious enjoyment, and all it took was a smile and a pointed jerk of the head by Wendy to finally convince me to try it. She and I switched places, and I exhaled dramatically before cautiously sucking on Raquel’s newly freed left nipple.

At first, I only got a few drops. “You’re inhaling too much,” advised Raquel. “Just try to breathe normally and take in the whole areola at first. Then let the nipple slide naturally into place against your tongue. Use that and maybe your jaw to press the milk out.”

I chuckled at how bizarre her apparent expertise was and tried again, following her instructions and reminding myself of how I had seen others do it. It took me a couple of minutes to get the hang of it, but once I did, the flow of milk was surprisingly strong, and it felt good as it made its way into my stomach. It was indeed as tasty as Dani had made it sound, and as I continued to suck at her breast, I felt a strange sense of closeness with Raquel. It wasn’t really sexual, likely because I’ve always been straight, but it wasn’t like any thing I’d ever shared with a friend either. Whatever it was, I couldn’t deny that I found it deeply pleasant, and Raquel’s contented sighs and purrs seemed to indicate that it was mutual.

On that note, I eventually pulled back to find that Wendy had silently excused herself. “Wendy left to get something more conventional to eat,” explained Raquel. “She was quite happy to share, though.”

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I’m standing, naked in the middle of the living room.

It’s been five minutes since Jess turned and stalked purposefully to her room, after commanding me to dress in her pantyhose, which are soaked in our cum.

I’m in disbelief. Is this really happening? Yesterday Jess was my smart, fun, cool friend, and my flatmate. Today she is… Well I don’t know what she is. All I know is that we have found a connection I was never expecting. A connection with a thirst satisfied only with our bodies, and a shared fetish.

Is it shared? Suddenly I’m nervous that this is all one big joke. Is she toying with me? Pretending so she can tell all our friends?

I feel my pulse quicken. But as it does, the memories of our evening flash through my mind: of how she masturbated with me, of how she asked me to touch her, and of how she gripped my engorged cock between her nylon-covered thighs and told me to fuck them until I came. Of how she screamed when she came too.

My pulse keeps pace, but for a different reason now. This is real. And this is thrilling.

I look down at her black, shiny pantyhose in my hand. I need to put them on. I’ve seen women dress in them before, but I’ve never worn a pair. Remembering what I’ve seen, I gather one of the legs up, finding the foot. The material feels so soft, so silky, and so light. It stimulates every nerve in my hands. Cautiously, I draw the nylon over my right foot and begin to work Jess’ pantyhose up my calf, stopping just over the knee. Then I put my right foot to the floor and draw her pantyhose over my left foot, then calf, then knee. Then oh so slowly I begin to draw them up my thighs.

As I work the pantyhose up my thigh the sensation changes. The cool, soft material gives way to something warmer and wetter. I had cum all over Jess’ thighs in these pantyhose only a few minutes ago. Now the cum-soaked nylon is tight against my skin. My recently-sated cock begins to stiffen once more.

The sensation is incredible. The idea of what I am wearing and why sets my mind alight. I am trembling with excitement, and pure sensory pleasure. As I encase my legs in sheer, silky, wet nylon, electricity flows between my thoughts and my cock.

My legs are encased, and now I’m working Jess’ pantyhose over my hips and ass. My cock, now standing firmly erect is keeping the pantyhose bunched below it. I reach forward and draw the tight, glossy nylon up and over. It’s so tight that as I do so, it presses my cock against my stomach, binding it in a nylon prison.

The feeling of my flatmate’s cum-wet pantyhose against the underside of my penis is almost too much to take. I can feel every silken thread of fibre with my swollen tip, which has begun to drip with precum. Jess’ cooling pussy juices mean that wet nylon is now clinging to the underside of my shaft, mingling with the juices now flowing freely from my cock. It feels divine.

I pull the pantyhose up high, up past my waist, and I’m ready. For a moment I stand admiring the view. My legs are now glossy, shiny, black, and silky-soft. My cock is visible through the nylon, straining against the material. It’s firm, and long, perfectly framed through the sheer, tight fabric.

Softly, I walk to Jess’ bedroom door, savouring every new sensation her pantyhose elicits from my stimulated skin. I pause before knocking, taking a second to catch my breath, and to realise that I have no idea what will happen next. I remember how confident Jess was when she told me to dress in her pantyhose, how she specified this fifteen minute respite from our pleasure. She must have something planned. I decide to give myself over to her intention.

I knock on the door. A pause. Then…

“Are you wearing my pantyhose?” comes her reply. Her voice is soft, husky, but confident.

“Um, yes.” I say, nervously.

“Good. Then you can come in.”

My ever-trembling hands reach for the handle and I open the door. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight.

My eyes, coy, begin at her feet, escort izmit which she has slipped into black, intensely glossy heels so high that she is almost on her tiptoes.

Her heels are black, intensely glossy, and almost inseparable from what she is wearing on her legs. As my eyes scan up I realise she is wearing black latex stockings, like liquid ink, painted onto her shapely, long legs. The latex catches the low light, a shimmering strip of which guides my eyes yet further up her body.

Halfway up Jess’ thigh the tops of her latex stockings grip her flesh, then abruptly stop, giving way to the silkiest, shiniest, tightest black nylon I have ever seen.

There are no seams in sight. It’s as if her thighs, pussy, hips and waist have been painted in black milk. Her ivory skin shines through the nylon. Her body is perfectly contoured by her exquisite pantyhose. Light shimmers across the nylon, catching the curves of her hips, and the tops of her thighs. My body throbs in response to the sight.

Her pantyhose caress every inch of her lower body, all the way up to the narrowest part of her waist, where a band of thicker, tighter nylon holds them in place. This is where the silky nylon stops, giving way to Jess’ porcelain skin.

Her small, milk-white breasts jut out defiantly, daring me to overlook them in the presence of her perfect pantyhose. I do not. My eyes linger on the soft curve of each breast. Her puffy, rose pink nipples are beginning to strain out into the night air. My mouth begins to water.

Suddenly I notice Jess’ arms are far from bare. From the tips of her fingers to her upper arm, she seems to be painted in glorious shiny black ink. Latex gloves. So incredibly tight against her skin. Her palms are gently pressed against her hips, her glossy latex-clad arms framing the ivory skin of her chest, while promising new, unexplored sensual experiences.

Halfway up her upper arm, the black latex suddenly yields to her soft white skin. Her perfect shoulders curve into her slender neck, which is bound in a simple black choker. Her shoulders are free of her blonde ringlets. Jess has tied her hair back into a sleek, severe ponytail, securing it with a black silk ribbon.

Our eyes lock for the first time. I swear I can hear the hum of electricity in the air.

She looks deep into my soul. Her eyes are piercing and purposeful. Everything about her expression, her body language, is oozing an erotic confidence that I’ve never seen from my friend before.

She flicks her eyes down, appraising me. I remember that I am wearing pantyhose too, and suddenly I feel more naked than I ever have. I’m not sure how to stand. I want how I look to have the same effect on Jess as she does on me. It’s an impossible task, surely.

As her eyes sweep over my legs, they come to rest on my cock, which is straining against the tight, wet nylon.

She speaks in a low, sultry voice, “You look hot. I never knew you would look so hot in my pantyhose. I had my suspicions of course, but I never truly knew…”

What does she mean? Has she thought about this before tonight? Before I can gather my thoughts, she flicks her eyes up and locks them with mine once more.

She takes a deep breath and says, “So… I guess this is all new for you honey? You must feel a little out of your depth. You’re wearing pantyhose, my pantyhose for the first time, and standing before me while I look like…” she gestures at her body with an audacious flick of her latex-clad hands.

“Beautiful?” I venture.

She lights up. Her smile bathes her features in radiance. “You think so?” she asks, bashful, before her smile settles to a wry purse of her cherry lips. I smile back, and for a moment I see my friend as she was to me, a fun, smart, funny woman. My peripheral vision reminds me sharply that she stands before me now encapsulated in nylon and latex, while her exposed breasts gently rise with each breath.

My pulse thunders in my ears. darıca escort I’m nervous and excited, numb and over-stimulated all in the same moment. For a brief second I am concerned that this spells the end of a friendship I cherish deeply. But this thought is vanquished by the promise of sheer erotic pleasure that stands before me.

“I’m all yours,” I say, sensing it’s the right thing to say in this moment.

It is. Suddenly she places one heeled foot forward, and begins to stalk towards me. Her hips are swaying, accentuated by the way her tight pantyhose cinch her waist. Her breasts gently bounce with each step, her nipples erect. Her eyes are locked on to mine.

Seconds later she is stood so close to me that I can smell her. Sweet honey, mixed with the faint trace of sweat. She reaches forward and places both her hands on my hips, her latex fingers feel cool against my nylon covered skin.

Time slows to a standstill. I’m acutely aware of the gentle pressure from her hands, pressing nylon into my skin. And with this touch the energy changes. I feel it surge up from my core. As I look deeply in to Jess’ eyes, I see it in her too. Lust. Fetish. Unstoppable desire.

She pulls my hips forward, thrusting our bodies together. Her lips are parting mine, her hot wet tongue penetrating my mouth. I kiss back hungrily. The soft skin of her breasts presses against my chest. I can feel her nipples hardening as we lose ourselves to passion.

Then I feel it. The sensation of nylon against nylon. As our bodies surge against each other, our hips, our thighs, our genitals, are all causing the most wonderful silken friction against our skin. With each move there’s a gentle catch followed by a silken release as the fibres of our nylons cling and slide against each other. The tight, tight nylon sends shockwaves of erotic pleasure across our pantyhose-wrapped bodies.

“I never thought it would feel like this,” I say, breathlessly between kisses, not sure if I mean the physical sensation I am feeling, or the emotional, sexual connection I suddenly find myself having with Jess. I decide it’s both.

We kiss, we caress, we push our bodies against each other. My cock, still bound vertically against my body by Jess’ pantyhose is now freely flowing with precum, dampening the nylon against my skin. I can feel the heat from Jess’ pussy through the moistening fabric between us.

We separate momentarily. “Lie down,” Jess commands, and I do not protest. Urgency wins over comfort and I lower myself to the ground at Jess’ spectacularly heeled feet. I find myself attracted to her pretty arches, vaulting high in her heels. The straps round her gorgeous ankles…

Jess has other ideas. She is lowering herself down on top of me. Slowly, carefully she settles her weight on to me, straddling my upper thighs, her crotch is just below mine.

She brings her slick, shiny arms forwards and places her palms either side of my swollen cock, framing it with her latex fingers, pulling the fabric tight. The sensation of damp nylon, restricting my cock feels sumptuous. In response, my cock twitches and my hips begin to gently thrust.

Jess purses her mouth, and slowly licks the inside of her top lip. She is gazing at me with eyes full of lust. I feel exposed, and sexy.

She delicately places the tip of the fingers of her right hand at the base of my cock, then strokes upwards. The feeling of friction, latex on nylon, so close to my skin is divine. I feel my cock pulse in response, another droplet oozes from the tip.

For another minute or so Jess carefully strokes my cock through the pantyhose, her eyes drinking in the sight of me. I see her ivory cheeks begin to flush with rose. As she strokes, she begins to writhe subconsciously, her hips rocking back and forth. She bites her bottom lip. Her brow furrows.

Neither of us can take this suspense any more. In one smooth, decisive move, Jess places her hands either side of my escort bayan body before drawing herself forwards. Her nylon-wrapped body moves lithely against mine.

Suddenly I feel it. Hot. Wet. Jess presses her pussy against my cock.

And I’m lost in the sensation. Two layers of the thinnest, finest nylon, wet with our bodies’ anticipation, separates our swollen genitals. I can feel the subtle space between her pursed pussy lips slide snugly against the engorged shaft of my cock.

My nerves are electrified. Every tiny movement creates a sheer friction between us. Pinpricks of pleasure are spread over our skin, like melted chocolate.

The delicacy and luxuriousness of the sensation is suddenly contrasted with urgent motion. Jess begins to grind her pussy against my cock. I can feel her willowy, strong legs pushing her hips into mine. Wet nylon against wet nylon. Her sex against my sex.

Finding our rhythm, we writhe together, lost in each other, feeling the slippery silkiness of our pantyhose, and each other. The blush on Jess’ cheeks soon spreads to her chest. Her breath quickens. Mine follows suit.

Her breasts tremble and bounce with every thrust, her nipples are swollen, pink, and pert. My body replies in kind, my cock becoming so engorged that it aches and strains against the tight nylon, and Jess’ body.

Faster and faster, harder and harder, we breathlessly surrender everything but the pure carnal pleasure of grinding ourselves against each other. The sensation is enhanced by a fetish which binds us tighter than the tight, silky, sheer material against our skin.

The thought races through my mind again that it’s Jess’ pantyhose I am wearing. Not an hour ago she wore these as she clamped my cock between her thighs and masturbated. Both of our cum is soaked into the fabric which now, along with Jess’ new pantyhose, is becoming increasingly saturated again with our juices.

And the way Jess dressed. Her heels, her latex gloves, the way she has tied her hair, all for my gratification it seemed… only the way she is now moving, caressing her thighs, her breast, her neck as she sits back, letting her weight force her nylon pussy against my nylon cock as she grinds, and writhes, and grinds. It is apparent that she finds an insistent erotic pleasure in this.

These thoughts coupled with the spellbinding sensation we and our pantyhose are creating begins to quicken my pulse. A familiar warmth begins to spread at the very base of my cock, into my thighs and lower stomach. I see the tip of my cock, purple, shiny and glistening through the sheer nylon. I see Jess’ pussy, painted smooth by the tight crotch of her pantyhose as she frantically glides it up and down my shaft, stroking her swollen, pink clitoris against me, hungrily.

Suddenly I feel her thighs tremble. Her movement becomes jerky, a staccato symphony of sex. She convulses, and lets out a moan, a grunt, then a scream. Her pussy surrenders a flood of her cum, drenching her pantyhose and mine.

My body eagerly joins hers. From the depth of my crotch, the base of my cock clenches hard, before a series of explosive pulses send streams of cum pouring from my cock. Sticky, milky ropes of hot liquid are sopped up by our nylon, slick with the flow of our orgasm.

Wave after wave of erotic pleasure encompasses our bodies, our minds blank as we desperately thrash and clench with intense pleasure. It feels like it lasts a lifetime.

What could be hours later we lay together on the floor. I am on my back, Jess is tucked tight against my side. A painted black leg is casually draped on top of mine, while a latex-clad arm adorns my chest, her fingers idly tracing circles around my nipple.

I feel the warmth of her body and her breath, contrasting with our wet pantyhose, which are cooling in the night air.

“Wow,” I say, artlessly. Jess looks like a post-orgasmic erotic masterpiece. Any words I think of feel clumsy in comparison.

“Mmm, I know,” she breathes, huskily into my neck.

Minutes pass.

“So, I guess we should…” I start, then stop, unsure of what to say.

“Yes. We should talk,” Jess offers calmly and confidently.

We unfold from our embrace and stand, our legs weak, trembling as we begin to peel cum-drenched nylon and latex off our skin.

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Then there was this girl I dated.

True story.

Man, I was in love with her. Maybe the first person I ever fell in love with, I don’t know. But I loved the shit out of her. We got along well, had some common interests, and, of course, the sex was fantastic. I guess we broke up because of the distance and stuff, I moved about 100 miles away a few months into the relationship. We tried to hold it together, but it just wasn’t happening. The slow death of our love was painful, but shit, it was beautiful while it lasted.

She had something called POTS, postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. She was fragile as fuck. I mean, not everyone with POTS is as fragile as her, she had it pretty severe. She had to use a wheelchair 24/7 because if she stood up or walked, she would faint. Yeah. It sounds crazy I kinda didn’t believe anyone could be that frail, until I saw it happen myself. But she was stubborn and, even though she was physically fragile, her personality was strong as hell.

Actually, she was even more stubborn and strong than me, and I can’t say that about many people. She was actually one of very, very few who I’ve ever let dominate me. It was so fucking hot, honestly, because it was the epitome of submission. I guess I won’t settle for anything less. Here I was, a six-foot-tall giant of a person, muscular and strong and somewhat stereotypically “butch;” and there she was, five-foot-five, she weighed less than half what I did, and in a wheelchair no less, yet I gave her absolute submission. I could have overpowered her without even trying at any time, but I didn’t want to. I was happy to give myself over to her, to be her obedient pet.

She dommed me like you wouldn’t believe.

When we were in D/s mode, she’d call me “pet,” because having a proper name was too dignified. She’d order me around, have me do things for her, whether she could do them herself or not. Her condition was better on some days, worse on others, sometimes she could walk for fifteen minutes before her blood pressure dropped, other days she was so sensitive that even propelling herself in her manual wheelchair would make her feel faint. Regardless of her actual abilities on a given day, when we were together, she made me do everything for her. She acted like the Queen of Sheba, and as far as I was concerned, she was.

On date night I would get a text saying something like, *Pet: pick me up from work today.*

*Yes, mistress.*

Before I left my apartment, I snapped on my collar. You’d think she would have me wear something at least remotely aesthetic, right? Nope. I wore a plain old nylon dog collar with one of those plastic squeeze buckles. The nylon collar was purely symbolic, though. Later she’d have me in a choke chain, but not until we were alone.

I’d done it a dozen times before, so I knew the drill. I went inside and told the receptionist I was here to pick her up, they’d buzz me in (they knew me by then), and I’d go up to her floor. I’d greet her coworkers and make small talk until she was ready to go, and by all appearances we were a perfectly normal, adorable lesbian couple.

“Hi, baby,” she said, slowly backing her chair up from the desk. “Thanks for picking me up.” Her voice was so sweet and gentle. I shivered in anticipation.

“Sure thing, hun. Are you ready to go?”

She glared up at me with an expression that said “I’ll damn well tell you when I’m ready to go and you’ll be punished later for your impertinence,” but said nothing.

“Yes, let’s go,” she said, shutting off her computer. “Please push me.”

That was the last “please” I would hear for the night. I obeyed, admiring her soft, shiny hair as I took her to the elevator. Once the doors closed in front of us, the air crackled with the fire of her transformation.

“Take my bag,” she said coldly, a completely different person from the sweet, mild-mannered HR rep from moments prior. I picked up the purse off her lap. “Kiss me.”

I bent over from behind the chair and kissed her cheek. She turned her face and permitted me to kiss her lips one time before the elevator doors opened and let us out. I wheeled her to the parking lot and helped her into the car, then folded her chair and put it in the back. She couldn’t drive, so I got in the driver’s seat. Otherwise, she had assured me before, I would’ve been riding in the back, preferably in a dog crate.

We rode in silence. She took a leash out of her purse. It was a very thin, short, lightweight leash, the kind you’d use to walk a chihuahua or a cat or something. I could’ve easily broken it with my bare hands, but instead I tilted my head, giving her access to my neck, my pussy getting warmer as the metal lobster clasp closed on the collar ring.

When we got to her house, I took her chair out and helped her into it. She kept a hold of the leash as I brought her inside. She locked the door behind us, then turned to me.

“Strip down to your underwear, filth,” she told me. izmit escort “Animals don’t wear clothes.”

I did as she said, and she took my clothes from me.

“Make dinner,” she instructed. “I’m going to go change.”

“Are you sure-” I started to ask as she stood up from her wheelchair at the bottom of the stairs, but she glared at me and silenced me with a look. I was going to ask if she didn’t need help getting upstairs, but I swallowed the rest of my question, the leash dangling in front of me as I skulked to the kitchen to prepare her meal.

Half an hour later, when dinner was practically finished, she came into the kitchen wearing a black silk bathrobe. My heart beat a little faster because I knew what she was wearing underneath. I guess she was having a good day, POTS-wise, because she wasn’t using her chair at that moment, although she did make haste in getting to the table to sit down before she got too dizzy.

I put a plate in front of her loaded with precisely one cup of green vegetables, half a cup of brown rice, and four ounces of baked, lean fish. I think part of her poor health was because she didn’t eat enough, but whenever I tried to broach the topic, she got crazy upset, so I mostly stopped trying and just obeyed. That was all she wanted from me, was unquestioning obedience in every way. That was part of why the relationship didn’t last, I think; subbing for her was fun in the bedroom, but I couldn’t keep doing it all the time.

She could tell just by looking at the plate whether I had tried to give her extra. I only tried that once, and spent twenty-four hours in a dog crate as a result.

“You can eat now,” she said as she picked up her fork and started eating.

My “dinner” consisted of cat food. She thought it was funny because my name’s Kitty. Get it? Ha-fuckity-ha. I had thought it was cute the first time, but now it was genuinely sort of upsetting. I knew to eat a big lunch on date nights when we weren’t planning to go out because I couldn’t very well fill up on cat food. Tonight she had taken pity on me and given me the wet stuff, which was nauseating, but less atrocious than kibble. When she was feeling especially charitable, I got tuna, but that happened, like, once a month, maybe.

Oh, and I had to eat on the floor, of course. That part I liked. My dish was on the floor beside her chair. I crouched down and put my face up to the food. I had to pretend I was eating until she was done, that was just how she liked it. I also had to eat at least a mouthful of the cat food “or else.” My gorge rose as the sickly smell of poor-quality meat and bland, clear, slimy sauce overwhelmed my senses. One of these days I was gonna vomit. Today was not the day, I guess. Part of me was getting desensitized, a little. I breathed through my mouth, blocking off my nose, you know, as I stuck my tongue out to get a little lump of the wet cat food. I felt her fingers trailing along my back. I shivered a little as she petted me.

“Good Kitty,” she cooed as she heard me gagging on the cat food. The tone of her voice was precisely the tone of voice one would use with an actual cat, and it made me wet as fuck when she talked to me like that. I loved being praised like a dog by her, it made all the degradation completely worth it. My heart was pounding as she grabbed my ass and said again, “Good Kitty, what a good, nice pet you are, you make Mama very happy.”

I wasn’t allowed to talk now unless it was absolutely necessary, so I stayed put and stayed quiet. I wasn’t supposed to move until she told me to. I heard her fork against her plate, I guess she was still eating. My stomach was queasy as I kept getting waves of the stench of wet cat food and the smell of it lingered in my mouth and throat. She’d let me cleanse my palate soon, but I had to wait. I fucking hated waiting.

“I’m done,” she said at last, and I breathed a sigh of relief. She scooted out her chair and I got so fucking excited as I felt her gathering the leash in her tiny hands. Something about letting this delicate little woman have all this power over me with her delicate little leash was just too hot for words. I was shaking a little as she tugged on the leash, indicating that I could crawl out from under the table now. I obeyed, keeping my head low, as she got to her feet.

Another wave of wetness flooded my pussy as she swung her leg over me and sat on my back, her black silk robe cool on my skin. She was so tiny I could easily carry her any way she liked. She draped her legs forward over my shoulders so that I could see her graceful, manicured feet dangling in front of me. She snapped the leash like reins on a horse, indicating that I was supposed to start moving. I had perfected my walk over the months, and now I could carry her on my back, crawling all fours, perfectly smooth, because I didn’t want to jostle my frail mistress when she rode me.

“Giddyup, bitch,” she said. “Take me upstairs.”

I izmit escort kızları loved having her ride on my back like that. It made me feel so strong and powerful, in a way, because she was so small and weak, as she leaned down to hold on to my neck and shoulders while I mounted the stairs on all fours. The first time we tried it had been a hilarious disaster, she’d fallen off my back a few times, but by now we could do it without breaking the scene at all. She breathed right in my ear and licked my earlobe as I carried her into the bedroom. I loved having her breath in my ear, so loud and warm, roaring against my ear drum; it was such a turn-on that my arms almost gave out as my pussy spasmed in response.

We made it to the bedroom. She reined me in and steered me over to the bedside, where she opened the drawer to the nightstand and there was a familiar jangling sound that made me shiver. I closed my eyes in anticipation, and suddenly she slipped the cold chain over my head. She switched the leash from the nylon collar to the choke chain. Lucky for me it was not one of those choke chains with the spikes inside, although she’d threatened to use one when she got upset with me. She gave the leash a good yank and I gasped, partly out of fear, partly from arousal. It was terrifying to have a cold metal choke chain around my throat with a crazy little Domme at the other end, but it was also incredibly arousing. It was arousing that I gave her this control over me, and arousing to know that she couldn’t choke me- not seriously, anyway- even if she wanted to. She was weak as hell. Her yank hurt a little, but only a little. No way could she exert, much less sustain, enough force to choke me around my strong, thick neck.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“Good pet,” she murmured, caressing my neck, feeling the chain against my skin. I think she loved putting the chain on me as much as I loved her doing it. I could feel her pussy against the naked skin of my back. She was hot and wet through her silk robe. In fact, I realized, as she was leaning forward and enjoying the chain around my neck, I could feel her pressing herself into me. Dry humping me. She was doing it slowly and subtly, I’m not sure she was even aware of it, but fuck, it was so hot! I was shaking with the desire, the need, to just throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless. But I could never, ever do that of my own accord. I had to wait for her to tell me what she wanted. Sometimes she would Domme me and we’d never even fuck, but those nights led to some epic masturbation sessions for me when the date ended.

She climbed off my back and slipped off her robe. I stared, slack-jawed, as the black silk fluttered to the floor. There she was, in all her weak, petite glory, clad in sexy, lacy, black bra, panties, and garters. The lace was there only to tease, because it was transparent all over. I could see her hard pink nipples through the sheer black lace of the bra cup, I could see the cleft of her immaculately shaved pussy through the skimpy, low-cut underwear. The garters clung to her skinny legs, purely aesthetic, of course, since she wasn’t wearing stockings. She sat on the bed and smirked down at me.

“You like what you see, don’t you, pet?” she cooed at me, in the precise tone one would use to ask a dog if he wants a treat.

I nodded vigorously.

“Show me.”

I cocked my head to one side in confusion. I was about to ask what she meant, but before I could speak, she pressed her toes against my mouth.

“Show me how much you adore me,” she elaborated, curling her toes against my bottom lip. “Kiss my feet.” She leaned back, bringing her other foot up to rest on my chin.

I had never been a foot person before, but the masochist in me fucking loved it. I loved being degraded and used like some kind of ungodly animal-servant hybrid. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath, then pressed my lips to the ball of her foot.

“Good kitty,” she purred. I uttered a small moan as my kisses advanced down her foot, I pressed my cheek to her arch and nuzzled it, and kissed her ankle.

She moaned.

God, her moans were like crack to me, I’d do anything to get one out of her. She was so good at controlling herself that she could mete out her noises of pleasure as rewards, and her moan told me that she was enjoying herself immensely, and that I was doing and a good job.

“Kiss the other one,” she whispered, her head tilting back. The foot I had just kissed came to rest in the curve where my neck meets my shoulders, while I turned my attention to the other foot. This time, I held her heel in my hand, and caressed the top of her dainty little foot, and kissed each toe. She sighed in pleasure as I ran my tongue along the entire sole, then took her big toe into my mouth and gave it a suck. I licked the pads of all her toes, making her sigh again, and I would’ve kept going, but suddenly she gebze escort withdrew her little foot from my grasp and pressed it into my face. She used her toes to turn my head by pressing my jaw. She tightened the chain around my neck and smushed the ball of her foot into my cheek, letting it creep up, until her whole foot was jammed into the side of my face, and my neck actually hurt a little bit from the awkward angle of the pressure.

“Do you still love me?” she demanded.

“Yes,” I said.

“Tell me,” she said.

“I love you-” I started to say, then the unoccupied foot inserted itself between my lips.

“Keep talking,” she said coolly.

“I love you,” I mumbled around her toes, suddenly engulfed by an overwhelming mix of conflicting emotions, love and affection for my girlfriend, humiliation at having her feet in my face while she forced me to profess my love, even as she hindered my speech, and on a level I genuinely hated her for everything she did and was doing to me, but I also loved it. A tear slipped from my eye as I kept talking, barely ale to articulate. “You are my Goddess, you are the sun my world revolves around. You are the most beautiful, evil woman I have ever met-“

“Good.” She shove both feet into me to punctuate her statement, then brought them both to rest on my shoulders. I looked up at her, my heart pounding with arousal as she leered down at me. “You’re sexy when you’re mad,” she cooed. “You make me wet as fuck, pet. You’re a sexy pet, aren’t you?” She reached out to pet my hair, then her fingers tightened and she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head forward, between her legs. I muffled a grunt of pain as I hurried to follow her movements. She could have just asked, or told me what she wanted, but she liked to do shit like that. And I didn’t care what she did because I fucking loved eating pussy in general, and I loved eating her pussy specifically because she only let me do it at certain times when she was in a certain mood… believe it or not, this was a more gentle night for her.

“You know what to do,” she said.

I didn’t say anything. She was sitting with her hips near the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms, and I knew she wouldn’t be comfortable that way for very long. Her arms would get very tired soon, as she’d already been leaning on them for several minutes. This was not my preferred position for eating pussy anyway, so I took a chance on her “good” mood, and did something she didn’t tell me to do. I stood up, and she gasped in surprise at my disobedience, and I picked her up like a ragdoll with my hands under her arms and moved her to the top of the bed. I nestled her head on a pillow, and kissed her mouth, my hand wandering down to slip a finger between her warm, swollen pussy lips. She gasped as I pressed her clit, and bit back a moan.

I started kissing my way down her body, running my tongue along her collarbones, kissing down her neck. I paused at her breasts and they were small enough I could fit them in my mouth in their entirety. So I did. I sucked her nipple and pressed it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I opened my mouth a little wider and groaned softly, barely above a whisper, the kind of groan when you take a bite of the best cheesecake you’ve ever had. Her breasts were so small and perfect. The flesh was so soft and pliant in my mouth. She was doing her best to keep silent, but little tremors running through her body told me that I was on the right track.

Her stomach was very flat, nearly concave, and her skin was very soft. It was a pleasure to kiss my way down her stomach, kiss the softness just beneath her navel, feel the heat coming off her cunt. She had great hip bones. I kissed each one and then took them in my teeth.

“You sick fuck,” she growled, bucking her hips toward me. “Do it again.”

I obeyed, this time dragging my teeth along her skin a little bit, and the sensation drew another irrepressible moan from her throat. She held her breath as I finally plunged my face between her legs. It was so quiet as she withheld all sounds of pleasure, even her breath was limited to measured, even gasping (not the erratic panting I longed for). The only noise was the sound of my tongue flicking in and out of my mouth against her hard little clitoris, soon joined by the wet, slick noise of my fingers, just two of them, inserting into her pussy. I licked her slow and gentle, applying plenty of pressure on the upstroke, my unoccupied hand resting against her thigh. Because she was holding her sounds back, her body diverted the pleasure to her limbs. Her legs were shaking. The tremors intensified and ebbed with each slow lick of her clit. I stroked the inside of her pussy just as slowly, but like pistons in an engine, my fingers went in as my tongue pulled away; my tongue went in as my fingers slid out a little.

I was determined to make her vocalize before she orgasmed. I made a little “come hither” motion with the fingers inside of her, caressing the spongy spot just inside her opening, and finally, it happened. She lost control of her breathing and I glanced up from between her legs to see, with a wave of gratification, her rib cage heaving, and then I pressed her g-spot again and her breath grew loud and ragged, gasping. I had her.

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Back with another installment! I once again would like to remind fans who came to my defense when I made the unfortunate decision to release the previous chapter as a “loving wives” story for its cuckoldry elements, to please not bring rudeness or scorn to people who choose to voice their annoyance at my presence in that category. It is entirely my fault for forgetting this lesson from the last time, and I’ve just got to remember that I shouldn’t publish in categories unless they are truly devoid of the fetish elements that make up the kinds of characters many of you seem to love. Those of you who don’t love them, I bear you no ill will… just please don’t feel like you *have* to read stories you hate. If you’re not into over-the-top cartoonish size-queen stuff, these probably aren’t going to be enjoyable for you. Still, as always, all feedback welcome, in the comments here and especially via the e-mail you can find on my profile page. Much love to you all!

*****

Pericles and Phonita held hands as they walked through the enormous streets of Thebes. While one day, Athens would become the dominant empire of the Peloponnesian region, at this time Crete was an even greater metropolis, and while step-brother and step-sister had gotten to see little pieces of the big city before, and even that sprawling hub was nothing like this. Merchants shouted out their wares and prices on every corner, smiths banged out tools and weapons from a variety of buildings, and carts like the one they’d ridden in on roamed the streets.

In the center of the city, however, was a sight that truly boggled their minds! The Temple of Aphrodite was the most massive building either of them had ever seen, a sprawling circular building with multiple walls built in concentric rings.

“Commoners are only allowed inside the outermost ring,” Phonita explained as they drew near, “Only those of the priesthood have ever seen what lies further in.”

Pericles gave her hand a warm squeeze and drew it up to clasp within his other as well, “We will see it step-sister. I can feel it.”

She smiled and caressed his cheek, “Well, let’s go present ourselves. Remember to bring your giant cock?” She asked teasingly.

“Yup, present and accounted for. Tell me you didn’t leave your tits back in the wagon!”

She answered him by briefly flashing a single fat nipple from her toga before re-arranging the garment.

A pair of strapping young men stood out front, each armed with a spear that they kept upon their backs.

“State your business,” the older-looking of the two said.

Phonita stepped forward, arching her back perhaps a bit deliberately, “Well met! We are Phonita and Pericles of Athens,” she lied a little, for their village town had no name, “We seek to offer our services to the Goddess, however she would use us.”

The two men gave a lingering look, eyes traveling up and down her body a long moment. They spared a much quicker glance towards Pericles and then nodded to one another.

“Very well, enter and follow me, I will take you to the Matriarch of The First Circle, she is responsible for all pledges to the order.” His partner opened the door and he began to lead them inside.

Phonita gave a slight bow and Pericles nodded in appreciation, the siblings striding inside behind the guard.

“I’m an initiate like you seek to be,” he explained as they walked, “to prove our worth we handle a range of good works in devotion to the temple. You’ve got good muscles on you, so don’t be surprised if you end up on guard duty like me from time-to-time,” he clapped Pericles’s shoulder gruffly. Pericles hadn’t ever had a brother, but some part of him warmed at the idea that he might have many now.

The young man stopped just inside a beautiful temple, lights hung to match the pattern of the Aphrodesian constellation in the sky, vibrant colors all around. A woman in a gorgeous tunic stood facing the statue of Aphrodite at the altar, turning to face them as soon as he’d stepped back out, leaving the two alone with her.

She was, in short, stunning on the eyes. A little taller than short Phonita, but still considerably shorter than Pericles she moved with a demure grace that was unusual for one who looked so young. Her heart-shaped face was adorned with a pair of thick pink lips, high cheek-bones that held her sultry smile well, and a pair of large hazel eyes that had definite mischief behind them. The whole of it was framed by a tangle of lustrous red hair; while it was complex it became clear that she’d carefully arranged every lock for an amazing effect that would have taken hours.

Beneath the knockout face was a captivating body, breasts that rivaled Phonita’s (probably slightly bigger in Pericles’s estimation) which made her slim waist even more startling, it tapered in drastically only to explode out again into the most voluptuous hips and round ass that he’d ever seen. Her nipples were clearly stiff as well, poking a bit through her toga and izmit escort they too were just a bit bigger than Phonita’s. He hoped for his step-sister’s sake that she was considered good enough for the order if this was the minimum bar!

“Welcome to the temple, children of Olympus! I am Matriarch of the Outer Circle, Zoe. What have you to offer the order of Aphrodite?”

To Pericles’s surprise, Phonita reached into her toga and produced a coin-purse from between her breasts,

“It is not much, but this is all that mother could spare for me to offer. We are but the children of a poor farmer’s widow.” He had no idea the sacrifice his adoptive mother had made for her daughter!

Zoe weighed the purse in a palm, “It *is* light, but may suffice.”

Pericles then surprised Phonita, reaching into his own bundle to offer another coin purse, slight fatter with coin, “Then surely this much will. I made it on the road over.”

He had not told his step-sister that the merchant had given him money for taking good care of his wife, and the wife good money for pleasuring her so well.

Phonita then cut back in a bit quickly, “But the money of course, is not what we came to offer. My step-brother and I seek to join the Priesthood, to spread pleasure and lust and love to all in the name and glory of Aphrodite. I believe that if you give us the chance, I will prove myself more than worthy of the Straphion of a priestess, and he the Perizoma of Priesthood.”

Zoe smiled warmly, looking them up and down, her eyebrows betraying perhaps the slightest lift of a woman impressed.

“I am impressed with your knowledge of our ways for one outside them,” she praised Phonita, “and you *do* seem like you might be of interest to the temple. But we do not take new initiates lightly, we accept only the finest and most devoted; you will have to prove yourselves worthy if you are to join the order”

Pericles strode forward, his chest stuck out a bit with confidence, “And how shall we prove ourselves worthy, Matriarch Zoe?” he asked with a grin.

She returned his grin and strode forward, abruptly pressing her full lips to Pericles’s, then turning to melt into Phonita’s lips as well. Finally, her right hand instantly going to his cock where it lay coiled in his loin-cloth, her left cupping up between Phonita’s legs eliciting a gasp. As his massiveness filled her palm, there was that slight eyebrow raise again, but she only smirked wickedly and stepped back,

“Wait here, Supplicants. I shall return with further instruction.

The second she was out of the room Phonita grabbed Pericles’s hands in giddy excitement.

“Ooo this is it! I’m a little nervous, are you?” she asked.

He pulled her into a big warm hug, “How could I be? I’ve got you here, don’t I? Tell you what; show me some of the rites and rituals while we wait, that should put your mind at ease.”

She eagerly nodded and began to walk him through some of the basic prayers and lore of Aphrodite, briefly explaining the significance of the figures on the altar: The scallop shell to symbolize what she rose from the sea on at her birth, the rose symbolizing love, the swan of beauty, the mirror that symbolized her flaw of vanity, and of course, the dolphins, the animal symbol of sex-for-pleasure. Pericles was amazed at just how much she knew of the church yet never told him.

A while later Zoe returned, now joined by a man. He was a handsome thing, with a square jaw and bright blue eyes beneath his short-cropped black hair. He was even slightly taller than Pericles with sculpted musculature and an impressive bulge in his tunic.

“Phonita, this is Timon. Just a few days ago, he was an acolyte, but after years of hard work and dedication he has been welcomed into the order as a full brother in the faith of Aphrodite. After we get you two sized, he is going to put you to the test.”

Phonita was clearly quite taken, playing with a lock of her hair coyly as she grinned, “Hi, Timon. Nice to meet you.”

Then Zoe and Timon walked Pericles and Phonita through the special system of measurement the temple used to “size” the tits and members of the membership. Pericles found his cock examined from every angle and then held to a special stock with notches at every inch mark.

More curiously there were a series of labeled cups they held over Phonita’s breasts. They ranged in size from one that said “A” up to one that said “G”, each bigger in dimensions in a steady proportion. He didn’t fully understand the system, but he quickly mentally applied it to every woman he’d ever known.

His step-sister was boasting a pair of E cups which made her bigger than the DD’s he’d been having in his bed before coming to the temple. His adoptive mother, he realized, might be as large as an F but he couldn’t be sure. The Merchant’s wife might have filled a large C-cup or a small D. Zoe was easily rocking the small side of G cups, which were the largest izmit escort bayan he’d seen to this point.

Zoe continued, “You will go with Timon and do your best to satisfy him well. If you are deemed worthy, we will allow you to begin on your path as an Acolyte of Aphrodite. Do you have any questions?”

Phonita shook her head, bouncing eagerly on the balls of her feet, “Lead on, Timon, I’m ready to follow that hot ass wherever it leads!”

“No,” Timon grinned, shooting her down. She looked disappointed until he abruptly scooped her right up into his arms, kissing his way from her cheek down to her cleavage as he effortlessly turned and footed open the door to walk away with his prize. Clearly it was only the “follow” part he was objecting to.

Pericles and Zoe watched them go, each grinning a little, she with amusement at the antics of a newcomer, and he with a sort of brotherly pride. He was confident Phonita would do well. Then Zoe took his hand an tugged him along, still smiling,

“Right this way, Pericles. We perform tests inside the second ring, that you might get a glimpse of what lies ahead of you if you persevere.”

The moment she’d led him through one of the interior doors to the next level’s ring, he was taken aback by the abrupt shift. While the outer circle looked more a proper temple, this place was like an amazing hybrid of endless bedroom and garden. There were beds and sofas placed haphazardly around the grounds, some resting on well-cultivated grass, others in stone alcoves and gazebos while a modest flow of water zipped around an interior aqueduct system.

But the truly eye-catching thing was the people! There were stunning women in the robes of acolytes and priestesses all around, and a large number of men as well, though the order did seem to be more predominantly female, which made sense in the temple of Goddess. Pericles had a hard time keeping his tongue in his mouth for the walk, each woman he saw was of incredible beauty, and none showed even the barest signs of modesty.

It threw him off a bit when he walked past one couple where a young woman, topless, was kneeling before a man whose spit-covered endowment seemed to rival even his own! She paused in the blowjob just long enough to give Pericles the eye, then went back to an incredible act of sucking, seeming to take as much of the humongous rod down her throat as she wanted, achieving depths Pericles himself had never seen managed.

The ache in his nuts only grew more intense as they walked, throbbing to new heights as they passed a couple copulating on a table, a bull-ish bald man just utterly ramming into a pleasantly round woman with huge jiggling breasts that could put even Zoe’s to shame. She was watering the grass with squirt after squirt of her copious juices, and balls that might have been even bigger than Pericles’s thumped her rotund ass-cheeks like a drum.

And coupling it would seem, was not the only form of devotion practiced in the temple! Around another corner there were two studs utterly railing both the ass and cunt of another voluptuous beauty, their timing an impressive act of syncopation, each fully driven inside as the other had withdrawn to just the tip. The woman looked at once overwhelmed and overjoyed. Pericles was a little relieved to notice that while both these men were also well endowed, they were each at least a few inches shorter than he. He’d have been frightened to make a guess about the first two.

As she led him down another corridor with less company, Zoe spoke to Pericles, “I hope you’re enjoying your first view of the Second Ring. I’ll be honest that *most* would-be acolytes do not prove themselves here, but I sense a great potential in you that I wanted to court by enticing you with views of what may be to come. Based on what you’ve seen so far do you still think you wish to be part of the temple?”

He nodded so hard it almost hurt his neck, “Goddess, yes! Even more so now, this place is incredible!”

“I’m glad to hear it. I want to tell you that it’s also unusual for the tester we’ve selected for you to take on a new Pledge, but you seem a very special case to me and I think her expertise will be needed to see exactly how deep—AHEM—that is to say, *where* you fit within our order.” She smirked a little, and while Pericles couldn’t quite tell if her slip of the tongue had been deliberate or if she really meant to just tell a joke, he was certain there was truth to her eagerness to see him trialed with whoever this mysterious tester was. A part of him hoped he was to be tried by the Goddess herself.

Finally she stopped inside of a large antechamber, inside of which was a bed so large Pericles thought it could sleep perhaps fifty at once easily, next to a long table piled high with platters of food and decanters of wine. A sign at the far end above a door indicated that to go further would be to enter the Third ring; this room it kocaeli escort seemed was essentially shared between the two layers of the temple. At the far end of the room was an ornate marble statue of the Goddess herself in great detail. Pericles marveled at it a moment, feeling that it was the closest depiction to Aphrodite that he had ever seen, yet knowing from experience that it fell far short of truly capturing her beauty.

Zoe made a sweeping gesture towards the food with such enthusiasm that her huge breasts swayed with the momentum, “Dig in, Pledge Pericles, you’re going to need fuel for what’s to come!”

As those speaking hunger into him, he realized how famished he felt and he quickly made himself comfortable on one of the benches at the table-side, grabbing great handfuls of meat and cheese and fruit. As he loudly tore into the meal, Zoe walked around to the other side of the table and carefully poured him a tall glass of the wine that was there, a kind he’d never seen before from the strangely vibrant purple of it. He gave it a small sip at first, cautiously, and then loving the taste gulped the rest down in one long hearty swig. Zoe only giggled and poured him another, seeming to find enjoyment in watching him eat, though she did nibble a little on a kebab as well.

“The order of Aphrodite was started perhaps a thousand years ago, when Crete was young, no bigger than the village you actually come from.” Pericles froze when Zoe spoke these words; his step-sister had said they came from Athens, how had the Matriarch known it was a small village. Seeing his apprehension, she addressed it, “Don’t fret, Pledge, the Goddess reveals much to her servants of what is and what may be to come. There is no shame from a humble beginning; I myself once lived parentless on the streets of Athens.” He nodded, taking this in, and then contributed to the conversation by wolfishly biting into a loaf of bread as she continued her history lesson.

“Anyway, legend has it that Aphrodite’s beauty was so great, the other Gods and Goddesses of Olympus were terrified of her. They feared for what violence might come from trying to claim her, what marriages she might destroy with her wanton ways, and what would befall any who were too enchanted by her beauty. To address their concerns, the Great Father, Zeus, bound her marriage to the Smith, Hephaestus, her opposite in nearly all ways, but especially beauty. While his ugliness repelled her, Aphrodite found a place in her heart for the strange little God and they great to love on another in time. She bore him children, and He made for her the magical Straphion you see that she wears.”

She paused, pointing at the statue’s primitive bra, “While most such bands are used to restrain or minimize the breasts, the one Hephaestus designed was intended to emphasize it, and even enhanced hers magically. We sisters of the Order wear a garment of similar make and magic, though none are so potent as the original. She arched her back a little, those insane breasts rivaling every morsel of food on the table for sheer succulence.

But I digress. In time, Aphrodite wanted for other lovers despite her care for Hephaestus, and he granted her his permission to lay with whomever she wishes so long as she returns to him from time to time. The other Gods however, would not believe that she was not simply being unfaithful to him, and banished the Goddess from Olympus for a time. During her exile, she found the help of kind strangers in Crete, and with her help, they built her temple and this city into a marvel of the world. While Aphrodite has since reconciled with the other deities of Olympus, she still spends a great deal of time here amongst mortals, loving the inventive new ways that humans approach love-making.

We designed this place to be a perfect reflection of the Goddesses” love and beauty, each ring symbolizing a different depth of relationship, from the mild flirtations we offer the world at the front gates to the deep, intimate lovemaking that can only be found in the heart of the temple.”

Pericles dropped his fork in astonishment, something was happening between his legs and he could somehow feel the weight of his balls in a more pronounced fashion, his cock seeming somehow hotter than usual. What started in his groin spread throughout the rest of his body, a light tingling sensation a little as though he’d had too much wine, but much sharper somehow, and wonderful. He wanted badly to touch and to be touched, and could feel his still-soft cock engorging somewhat as a horniness overtook him.

“Don’t worry dear, the food and drink you’ve been enjoying are intended to stimulate you. Some of the ingredients are special elixirs and unguents designed to maximize your stamina and sexual prowess. Prolonged enough exposure to these over time will make their effects permanent, one boon we give to all who join the order.”

Pericles felt like an enraged bull, though with lust rather than anger driving him. He stood, trembling a bit, his huge muscles tensing slightly, “When is the tester going to get here?” he said a bit impatiently, “I don’t know if I can go much longer without release!”

Zoe simply smirked that lovely, mischievous smirk of hers and took him by the hand, “Silly Pericles, your tester is already here.”

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(This is my first erotic writing, so I would appreciate any comments or suggestions from any readers.)

James was an ordinary college boy, around 18. He has quite a good look and athletic body, and does lots of extracurricular activities. But due to his extreme shyness, he is still a virgin, uncommon for a boy of 18 in the States.

Well, one day after a hard college work and basketball playing, he is too much tired to do anything else and slip inside the blanket on his bed and sets off to sleep. However in spite of his mental and physical maturity he could not erase a cute little childish habit, he still sucks his thumb while sleeping, just like a toddler.

His mother, father and elder brother used to tease him a lot for this habit, but it never changed anything. His brother, Vito, is a kind of bisexual; even his family was unaware of this fact. When he saw his brother sleeping like that, he sneaked into his room and closed the door from inside.

A sudden erotic idea came to his mind, how about force his little brother to do something, he might not enjoy. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and took many shots, of his sucking brother. Then he brother started shaking his little brother a bit.

James was kind of surprised to see Vito, standing in front of him with a grin, so he asked — “what do you wish of me brother?”

Vito grinned again and looked at James, with a glee, “well, brother you know how fast news can spread in college don’t you? How about I spread these little pictures of you around the college campus?” he showed him those pictures from his mobile.

James was kind of shocked, well since they have little age difference, they always used to play pranks against each other but those were something little, but if this thing gets spread then his life will be hell in the campus.

James jumped up from his bed and grabs the Vito’s arm, “Please brother, don’t do that, if that thing spreads, I will be fucking dead man.”

His voice was kind of loud near the end, so Vito pressed his brother’s lips with his middle finger and cut him off midway, “shh, brother, I won’t do anything, if you promise to do me some favors, you know.”

James was so glad to find out that he may have one chance to avoid that misfortune, so he jumped at the choice, “sure brother, anything for my little pride. I can do anything.”

Vito just smirked and answered in a cold voice, “well, anything means lots of things, little brother, you don’t have any idea.”

He started to pry apart his lips, forcing his middle finger to probe his brother’s mouth a little. James was shocked to notice how his brother is acting, he wanted to scream out and opened his mouths a little bit.

Vito was waiting for this opportunity to trigger, and he forced his middle finger to push into James’s mouth and looked into his eyes and smiled, “well, getting any idea of what I might want, little brother?”

There was a definite mockery in the tone. James pulled his brother’s finger off his mouth and asked him, jaw-dropped, “you are a GAY?”

Vito frowned at the question and slapped his brother on his left cheek, “So what? Sex is nothing but an entertainment and that can be anything, we are not some assholes who are raping girls in the dark alley, are we?”

James fell on the floor because the slapping was quite strong and unexpected; he looked up at his brother and said, “I didn’t mean that, brother. All I told…. “

He was shocked to see, his brother pulling down his pants, revealing his full 8″ cock, and holding it in front his face. “Get to work boy or those hot chicks will know how much you like to suck your thumb and if I add a little spice to it a thumb can become a cock you know that.”

James was too shocked to even lift his fingers; he kept on staring at the cock without izmit escort bayan a word. Vito giggled to see that look on his brother’s face and started to jerk off his thing shamelessly.

Soon, he was fully erect and Vito closed his eyes and was trembling with full erotic pleasure, the idea of doing this in front James, turned him on even more than before, it didn’t take him more than few minutes to clench his toes, and shoot up all his loads on his brother’s face intentionally.

Vito looked at his brother’s face dripping with his cum; he smiled shyly, “Sorry brother, I didn’t aim it properly. Well and make sure our parents are completely unaware of this thing. Because I think you can chose pretty well from these two options. Number 1 is to see me grounded for the rest of my life and punished heavily and become a thumb-sucker in the college, or never mention this to mom or dad.”

James was hard in between his legs, Vito didn’t miss that either so before leaving the room, Vito shoots another humiliating comment, “It is not that you didn’t enjoy this.”

James got off from the floor and washed his face with soap, until he can declare himself cleaned. He sneaked inside his room and started to sob like a little boy.

It took him great effort to act normal the rest of the day, and he managed to lower his eyes whenever his brother was around to avoid the eye-contact. In the next morning he thought probably that was some onetime thing and all. He got himself ready and headed towards his college pretending it is like any other day.

The view near his school is magnificent, so many trees and other greenery along with skyscraper from time to time, a perfect mixture of town and city atmosphere.

On approaching the college he saw Jessica waving a hand at him, he waved back happily, but what made his heart skip a beat is to see, Jessica walking towards the famous LOVER’S CORNER around the college and motioned him to follow.

Jessica is one of the sluttiest girls of their college. She has great 34D size boobs, and perfect ass, which made any boy to get a hard on. But in spite all these the most beautiful feature of her is her eyes. Two green eyes shining like Emerald.

James started to follow her, with so many erotic pictures in his head and so many hopes, that maybe she will have sex with him. When both of them arrived at that famous corner, she placed her lips on his and kissed him gently a bit, then simply turned her ass to him and bends over the edge of a table there.

She looked back and smiled, while pulling her skirt over her hips to reveal her tight ass cheeks, and her little hole hiding behind a thin black thong.

She look back and saw the pure lust in his eyes and said simply, “Would you like to fuck me in the ass?”

James didn’t even need to hear that twice, he started to pull his pants down, followed by his underwear, showing of his around 5″ cock to the hot slut before him and he placed his dick on her hole, and started to tease it a bit.

Jessica giggled and slapped his balls hard; she pulled down her skirt and looked at him, purely enjoying the shock in his eyes at this unexpected turn of events.

James’s cock was now shrinking in between his legs and he spoke out, “Bu… but I don’t get it.”

Jessica tilted her head and patted his dick lightly, “Go inside your shell you turtle boy” she teased and then looked at him, “well, I wanted to have sex with you, but after I came to know how much of a sissy boy you are, I can’t allow that. I want hunks to hump me, not some thumb sucking sissies.”

That moment, he understood it all, his brother showed his pictures to the girls of the college. Jessica sighed, “Well, if you want you can watch me having sex with real guys. And don’t worry, it is not about yahya kaptan escort bayan your size, cause size doesn’t matter to us.”

James was now blushing from ear to foot he muttered out a meek, “No thank you” and stormed into the college searching for his brother. It didn’t took him long to find his brother, Vito, enjoying a smoke with his friends, he approached him and asked him with full spirit and bull like anger, “Why the hell did you show those pictures?”

Vito was surprised to see his brother so angry at him like that, but he chuckled, “Cause, GAY boy like me and my friends, who are actually bisexual, love sissy boys like you.”

James give him a disgusted look and answered, “So, what?”

Vito look really astonished this time, “Well, I saw your prick standing up when we were having fun the other day, so I thought you are just a sissy. So, since you won’t need girls, I decided to show them the pictures.”

James was really taken aback to hear that, he punched Vito in his face.

Vito smirked a little, “Go on, sissy boy hit me as much as you like, but you will be a bitch for me and my friends here got it? And if any of these got spread out to our parents, my friends will ‘take care’ of you.”

James didn’t realize the threat to be real, he showed his middle finger to his brother and his friends and spit on the ground, “I don’t fucking care, I am leaving, and you can’t do anything to me.”

Vito exhales a deep smoke and said, putting off the cigarette with his foot, “You won’t enjoy this, but we will.”

His friends jumped on poor James, dragging him into the BOY’S COMMON ROOM and started to beat the hell out of him. James started to cry like a little boy, and begged for mercy.

Vito walked towards him and spit on his face and said with an angry tone, “Now, be a good bitch from now on. I will train you at home tonight, so that you may serve us from tomorrow. Got it?”

James had no other option so he nodded. Vito patted his head, “Good boy, now wash your face and go home, I want you to be in my room around 5 p.m. “

James didn’t say anything and washed his face and headed towards home.

He waited in Vito’s room from 4:30 p.m. around exact 5 p.m., Vito got inside his room and closed the door, he chuckled a bit, “So, bitch do what we want and you will not have any permanent damage over your body, is that understood?”

James just nodded. Vito glared at the watch, “Since our parents will be here in any minute, I guess I should just do some basic introduction in your transformation. First you should address me and my friends as ‘Sir’ when we are not in front of our parents. Understand bitch?”

James nodded, fighting back his tears, “Yes, Sir.”

Vito continued, “You are not supposed to wear any underwear ever again, and you will obey orders, no matter how humiliating, even shitting in public like a dog. I saw you reading that type of articles on the internet, so you have that fetish. “

James blushed and nodded, “Yes, sir I do have that fetish.”

Vito sits on the bed and motioned James to stand in front of him, and ordered, “Strip off now, bitch, let me SEE you.”

James was expecting that kind of an order, so he nonchalantly stripped off completely, pulling down his pants and opened his shirts, and stand before his brother naked.

His cock now hanging between his legs, the thought of being naked in front of his brother, turned him on a little as he started to get an erection.

His brother chuckled, “Hmnn, humiliation addict as well. We will have a nice time, won’t we bitch?”

James: Yes sir, we will.

Vito: Good, you are a fast learner.

Vito placed his hands on the erect dick of his brother and said with a disdain, izmit anal yapan escort “Shit, sissy like you should always remain shaved, go bring the shaving cream and razor right now.”

James hurried his way out of the room as he gave his brother quite a nice view of his swinging butt cheeks. James came back within a moment, with the shaving cream and razor, as he was ordered to.

Vito started to shave him, until he is soft as a baby down there, near his cocks, his asshole, everywhere. Vito inquired, “How does it feel like?”

The sensation of James was peculiar, he felt a ticklish sensation growing around those areas as cold wind started to play over his shaved body, he looked at Vito and said, “It’s a strange feeling sir, but it feels good.”

Vito stumped his foot on the ground, “off course it will, a bitch must love anything that is done to him. Now crawl towards me like a dog.”

James swallowed the degrading order without any protest and got on all his fours, crawling to his older brother like an obedient dog.

Vito giggled seeing how his little brother is accepting his fate and patted his head gently, “Good boy, now beg for my cock, you bitch.”

James, squat down in front of his brother and started to nuzzle elder brother’s crotch, his cock was throbbing with each nuzzling, “Please, sir …. “,

Vito pressed his finger against his lips and cut off his words, “No No, bitch don’t talk like a human, all you can do is address me as Sir and then you will become a pure dog.”

James looked down; he couldn’t help his tears from rolling down his cheek, as he barked like a little dog, whining for attention.

Vito slapped his face tightly just to abuse the weak soul a little more, and teasingly said, “Such a slut you are, brother, come over here and beg again.”

James repeated the process once again and this time, Vito pulled his zipper down and pushed his cock inside his mouth and started to fuck the poor mouth of James mercilessly.

James kept on moaning with each thrust, Vito grabbed him by his hair and pushed him deep down, starting to deep throat the little slut.

Soon, Vito closed enough towards his orgasm, “When I will shoot my load inside, I want you to swallow it all, as if it is a tasty wine, got it bitch?”

James nodded in between his moans as his elder brother started to fill up his mouth with his salty loads.

After enjoying his orgasm, Vito pulled his dick from his mouth and wiped his cum on the slut’s face, while Vito noticed that James didn’t swallow it, but instead he is having the cum inside his mouth, couldn’t swallow, because it was too much for him.

Vito started to get angry at this blatant disregard and slap his little bitch hard on the face repeatedly, and shouting, “Swallow it, you bitch, swallow.”

After a short time, James did swallow the cum, he was completely broken by his brother, Vito, he was sobbing like a little girl.

He complained to his elder brother, in between his dying sobs, “Why are you doing this to me? I never did you any harm.”

Vito smiled and stroked James’s hair, “Don’t worry, soon you will love it. Even now, look at your cock, it is rock hard. Right now, your mind is hating this but not your body; soon your mind will be happy too to be abused. Now, squat down and jerk yourself off, I won’t deny your physical pleasure.”

James started to jerk off in front of his brother immediately, he never experienced so intense urge to orgasm before, with each thrust he was closing in and it didn’t take him much long to shoot his load all over the floor.

James, lying on the floor now, because of the intensity of it said, “This is my best orgasm ever.”

Vito just nodded, “I knew it would be. Now, leave my room and get dressed. Tomorrow you will have a hard day that I can guarantee you.”

James nodded and left his room, sinking on his own bed and started to sleep with that same old thumb inside his mouth, sucking like a toddler, because he needs a long rest for tomorrow.

((I will post the second part, when I receive some feedback from the readers. So if you enjoy it or want me to make some changes tell me))

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This is a little introduction about how I recently had my first experience with a guy. An older guy. Everything in this story is true including people’s names and ages.

This first part is just so you get an idea of how we “met” and the kind of things we got talking about.

I’m Jay, a pretty ordinary 21 year old guy. I’ve always considered myself straight and like any ordinary 21 year old guy I’m always looking for stuff to wank to.

So a couple of years ago I started looking around some chat sites for a bit of fun. I’d try to chat to the girls on there but nothing much would happen. Then some of the guys started messaging me.

I’d ignore it at first, but then I started to get interested. Chatting with guys was straight to the point. No messing around, just;

“Hey, how’s your cock?”

“Hi, fancy wanking with me?”

I guess that’s when I started feeling a little bit away from completely straight.

Anyway, long story short, I eventually settled on one site which was JUST guys tossing off and talking dirty to each other. I dread to think how much jizz I’ve shot due to the horny chat on that site! Most of the guys were fun, we’d get really dirty and descriptive and I’d get what I was after.

Then a guy called “edgehound” showed up. Our first chat was instantly different than any of the others. bodrum escort bayan We clicked straight away. Everything we said to each other just made us both crazily horny. We started having more and more wanks together, learning each other’s kinks.

He loved that I wasn’t even half his age and really got off on the fact. He even learned that he enjoyed some humiliation play. Having me teasing him and laughing that I’d never let his pervy old cock anywhere near me!

I learned a lot from him too. For a start I learned how hot it was to be objectified and have my body inspected (we did some roleplays like this). Edgehound told me all about how he’d love to have my legs up in the air and spread wide, spread my pussy and give me a thorough inspection. Describing it and perving over it.

That’s another thing. Pussy. In the past I’ve said things like arse, bumhole, ass, the usual stuff. Now I always refer to it as my pussy. My boi pussy. We played out so many horny scenes of him perving over my exposed body, edging me for ages, controlling my orgasm and everytime milking out the biggest loads of semen ever.

He’d offered for me to come over and have it done for real a few times. I was still pretty shy though and we lived quite far apart so I always politely declined.

Then, yalıkavak escort a couple of weeks ago, we started chatting. It was the usual stuff, inspecting my pussy, describing my cock. Some kind of perverted cross between a medical exam and just some sleazy guy wanking me off. We both had the day free so we let it go on for a while. We got quite a few hours into it, maybe 6, and I started getting desperate.

6 hours was about the longest sessions I’d had up until this point, and believe me you really start to gag for the release! I begged him to let me jizz.

“Oh no, you’ve got at least a couple of hours to go yet,” he said.

I don’t know why I let him do it but I obeyed. I could have just wanked off there and then and got my relief, but I kept going. Things started to change then. I was going crazy with lust. So desperate to spunk but loving the desperate feeling in my cock.

By this point I’d learned that edgehound’s real name was Rich. Rich had changed tact a little too by this point in our wank. Normally he was very focused on my pussy during our chats. But now he made sure I couldn’t take my mind off my bellend (a big fetish of mine!).

He was talking about it constantly. Making me stand in front of a mirror admiring it. Telling me how he’d gümüşlük escort inspect it and keep it right on the edge of orgasm. It was amazing and after 6 hours of our usual sleaziness it was blowing my mind!

About half way through his 2 hour limit it got even more amazing. I was in the middle of typing to Rich when I felt a throbbing in my cock followed by a warm trickling feeling over my stomach and crotch. I looked down and my slit was pouring with precum.

This had NEVER happened to me before. I’d dripped a bit in the past when I was really horny but nothing like this. I got so excited and Rich started to tell me how I’d just learned to milk myself. It was like I’d just learned to wank for the very first time.

Over the next hour he managed to milk me 2 or 3 more times. There were strings of the stuff hanging from my slit, between my fingers. Everywhere!

In the end he kept to his word. After about 2 hours he told me he was going to let me ejaculate. He made me stand in front of the mirror, looking at my bell end again, and wank myself over the edge. I’ve never felt anything like it. I let out a huge high pitched moan and after 13 or 14 explosive shots I collapsed down against my bed, watching the most semen I had ever produced pouring down the mirror. My helmet throbbing and pulsing in front of me, a deep shade of purple.

After a couple of minutes I came to my senses and went back to the keyboard. After that performance I knew what I wanted.

“Rich… I have to meet you…”

Now you have a bit of an idea of the kind of chats that we’d had. How this all started. And so we arranged to meet up for a bit of a “chat” on the next weekend…

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Living in the country has both its pros and cons fresh air, green grass and the great outdoors. But what it’s mostly lacking is beautiful women. So a few years ago, I would see this sexy young lady walking home from school. Never bothered her because I figured she was jailbait at the time. A little chubby, but definitely had a good build.

She definitely seemed a little too young for me. Considering I was in my late 20s, not to mention being a fat guy with a goatee was more than likely not her type.

So a few years go by and I started talking to a young lady on a dating site. Who claims to live in the same area as me. We exchanged a series of messages turns out. She only lived a few houses away from me.

I knew right then, that a girl I had only dreamed about possibly fucking was now talking to me. It was a little after midnight and we just begin our conversation. The realization that she lived so close. Made me realize that it was matter of days, If not hours before I could fuck her.

She told me she had only ever been with one man and was in a relationship. Her and her boyfriend had been having some problems. She told me the sex was good with him. But he was not all that big, just around average.

I asked her how old was her boyfriend and she told me he was around 20 and she was 19. This told me everything I needed to know and that was she was sleeping with a boy, not a man.

It was nearly 6 AM and we were still talking and I was exhausted, horny and load. She made the decision she was ready to come over and meet me. We both fell asleep before the actual meeting only to exchange messages again a few hours later around 9 AM.

It had been less than 12 hours since we started talking and she arrived at my house nearly 10 AM. She was definitely nervous, but so good-looking and made the decision to leave. We talked for several minutes on the front porch. As I was trying to make her feel comfortable and salvage the fuck.

I convinced her to come back inside where we talked for a short while. I wanted to show her some sex positions, bodrum escort that she could try with her boyfriend. We both had our clothes on and I asked her to lay back on the bed.

I position myself between her legs and started teaching her the basics. She was wearing leggings so I was able to dry hump against her pussy. Afterwords I returned to being between her legs in a sitting position. I took my thumb and shoved it right on her crotch and started rubbing against her clit.

She asked me what I was doing and I told her rubbing your pussy. She let out a moan and I asked to pull down her pants, so I could rub it. She allowed me to grab her pants and I tried yanking them all the way down. But she managed to grab a hold. Now I started rubbing her pussy with my fingers for real.

She was slowly breaking down her grip was loosening on her pants. I told her let me take them off so I can eat your pussy. She allowed me to fully remove them. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and began eating her pussy.

Her pussy tasted so good it didn’t have a nasty flavor or anything. It was actually sweet and smelt amazing. Just working my tongue and eating her was a real pleasure. She was also slightly sticky as if she was nearing ovulation. I slowly begin removing my pants.

Getting my cock ready. I took two fingers slowly pushed them in her pussy as I continued to eat it. She let out a huge moan as she was incredibly tight. I knew right then that this was going to be a struggle. As her boyfriend was much smaller than me. I knew her tightness was going to probably wear me down.

I asked her if she wanted to take off her clothes and position herself in the middle of my bed. She began removing everything and made herself comfortable. As I begin stroking my thick dick.

Finally it was the moment of truth. A fantasy about to be fulfilled, I was going to fuck the girl next door. I position myself between her legs and began pushing my dick against her opening. It was a real struggle as we were both nervous.

When muğla escort I finally started penetrating her she told me that it hurt. I could feel her opening squeezing so tight around my head, as she was stretched to capacity. I pulled back out and pushed in, it was an amazing feeling and slightly painful for her.

It was now time for her to experience a real man and not a boy. I threw her legs onto my shoulders and ask her to give me her arms. I pulled her towards me as I begin pushing my dick deep inside.

Less than halfway in her pussy she became incredibly tight, virgin tight. I force myself in her all the way balls deep and pulled her as close to me as possible. She cried out in pleasure.

As I filled her pussy too capacity. I was nearly twice her boyfriends size and she had never felt anything like it. It was official, she was officially cheating on her boyfriend. I began thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy going balls deep with every thrust.

But I knew I couldn’t last long. It had been days since I had sexual release and several weeks since I had sex. After only a few minutes thrusting in her hard and deep I had officially broken in her pussy. Something her boyfriend failed to accomplish.

She was moaning and crying out in pleasure. I threw her legs over my shoulder and lifted myself off of the bed and began holding her down. She told me not to cum in her pussy. I told her I want you to feel it.

I begin fucking her harder and faster, My body covered in sweat as I pounded her pussy. Fucking her in a way she had never been fucked. I told her I was about to cum and she told me to cum inside her pussy.

With a final thrust I let out moan and drove myself balls deep cuming inside of her. I laid down next to her and ask if she had cumed. She told me No, As she was trying to process the fact. She had just cheated on her boyfriend and let another man cum inside her.

I will admit this was definitely considered a quickie, but her tightness just wore me out. I reached bodrum sınırsız escort bayan for my purple dildo and told her I’m going to make you cum. My Dick was nearly 7in long and 5.5in thick, So definitely above average. My purple dildo was 8.5in long and 5in thick.

I took the dildo and applied some lubricant to get it wet and slowly started pushing it inside of her. Surprisingly my cum was not leaking out of her pussy. Her tightness was holding it deep inside of her.

I pushed the dildo all the way in and she felt discomfort in her stomach. I had officially hit her cervix. I pulled back slowly and pushed back in till she felt pain. There was about 1.5in of dildo in my hand. That means the tip of my dick was pressed against her cervix when I orgasm.

My sperm had not leaked out because I injected it straight into her cervix. My sperm was making their way to her egg. She was on birth control, but I knew it was about to be tested. In a way she didn’t realize.

I begin working the dildo in and out of her pussy. Laying next to her and rubbing her clit. I worked it in and out In big long strokes. Going faster and faster getting her every bit closer to an orgasm.

Her orgasm is about to take my sperm straight to her egg. She got closer and closer, and begin giving me direction on exactly where to rub. My hands were exhausted, my arms sore.

She was about to cum, and did she ever cum. She lost control and had probably one of the hardest orgasms of her life. When I removed the dildo it was completely white covered in cum. I had brought her to a thick white creamy orgasm.

Shortly afterwards we got dressed and I took her back home. She was upset with me that I had cumed in her pussy. But she had told me it was okay. She was worried that I might get her pregnant because of my recent pregnancies.

I told her not to worry about it because I masturbated the day before to put her mind at ease. But in reality I was nearly 4 days absent and actively taking a fertility supplement. I gave her a breeding load.

Several days go by and I talked to her again. She went on a date with her boyfriend the same day we had sex. Not telling him, that she had cheated on him. She also told me she had masturbated nearly 4 times in a row the following day. The thought of my cum inside of her was an incredible turn on, she told me.

But in reality I think she was ovulating.

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