This story stands on its own. But it also builds on “Fragments 02” which you can find here.

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I’d gone and left my cell phone at a client’s house. On a small, “no profit” support job that I’d quickly performed, and then left after exchanging a few pleasantries.

Technically it was not the end of the world. I’d used our admin back end to send the phone a “wipe if you are tampered with” command which it acknowledged. I also remote changed its PIN number to something quite different and much more complex than normal. Again acknowledged. And then to keep working – I’d ported my number to a spare phone and restored the spare with the backup settings and contents of the phone left at the client. I was operational. I’d called the client and she had found the phone and agreed to keep it safe. Restored to a new phone I didn’t need to rush to go get the phone. It could wait till the next time I was passing.

Which was perhaps just as well. While visiting Rita to do the minor computer support job – I’d got a little hot under my collar. I looked and liked what I saw. Her elfin, tomboyish look and loose artist’s clothing disguising her rather nice-looking strawberry bottom, her flat chest with enormous nipples that poked through her shirt and her lithe strong body as she worked on her large mural paintings. While I don’t fool around with clients – I had gone home and pictured Rita naked and stretched under me while I pounded her deeply. I’d even taken the fantasy a step further and imagined us engaging in a little water sport after I had drunk too much coffee. I’d jerked off wildly at the mental images a couple of times. She was a small hot ticket.

Before I went by to get the phone, I was going to have to process my lewd thoughts a bit. In the end I “processed” them by writing a fantasy story which started with the reason for the support call – factual enough – but turned to a wild, all-consuming fantasy sex romp in her bedroom. All the product of my horny imagination. I changed her name and some of the details of the real visit – so it was not a direct report on her house. But it was rather close. I published it on Literotica and was mildly amused to see it garnered many views in its first few days.

It was almost a month after leaving the phone at Rita’s house that I was going to be passing without having to go out of my way. I called ahead and she confirmed she would be home and would be happy to let me have my phone “after I had paid the storage fees”. She said it with a neutral tone – perhaps slightly amused – and I assumed it was just a mild joke on her part. I had a few minutes to drop by and grab the phone. I had wondered about bringing her a small gift to thank her for hanging on to it. But I had not charged her for her last service – so was pretty sure we could call it a wash if I was polite and just said “thanks.”

In due course I knocked on her kitchen door and she answered. She was dressed in the same baggy shorts, a faded sweatshirt and her paint-stained artist’s vest with pockets for brushes and pencils and the like. Her normal small formal handshake as she said hello and invited me in a moment. I had hoped she might just hand me the phone and I could be on my way – but she insisted I come in a moment.

“Coffee?” she offered.

So here I was – stuck between a rock and a hard place. Trying to be polite. Not wanting a coffee because it would do a number on my bladder and needing my phone back.

“I’m actually on my way to my next client” I said. “I was hoping to just grab the phone.”

Rita gave me a curious look and stood up straight. Smoothing her sweatshirt down and taking the time to absentmindedly tuck it into her shorts a bit more. Her nipples were visible under the shirt and I tried not to look. My cock twitched and betrayed me a touch – but hopefully not visibly so.

“Oh, it won’t take a moment” she said. “I make a good cup of coffee.”

Which was true. I just wasn’t really aware that Rita knew I knew this. She turned to the sink and reached over to the tap to fill the jug with water. Her loose shorts pulled tightly across her ass – defining her bottom quite clearly. I couldn’t help but look and my cock twitched again. Had she pulled the shorts a little tighter at the front before she bent over? Was she deliberately showing me her ass? Didn’t seem likely.

While the water heated – we made small talk about her work. She had some models on the kitchen table she had been making to help her study angles and perspective. I went over to look at them to give me something to distract myself and try and soften myself. But Rita followed me over and stood closely by me as I looked at them. She smoothed her shirt again and it looked like her nipples were a little firmer. I tried not to look. I failed.

The water got hot and she went and made the coffee – returning with two steaming mugs. First, I had to wait for it to cool a little and then I felt I had to finish it so as not to offend her. Time was dragging on and I didn’t want to offend her by appearing to rush. şişli escort I kept trying to make small talk. I also asked about the phone.

“Yes – I’ll get it in a moment when we’ve had coffee” she responded.

“Have you any new art you are working on? Any pictures you can show me?” This from her to me. Said somewhat archly and I briefly wondered if she had read my mind about my last visit and my fantasy about her standing next to me while she looked at pictures on my phone. I laughed to myself but also felt a little uncomfortable. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I had fantasised about her.

“More coffee?” she asked – “Help finish the pot” and my mug was half full again. As she put the pot down on the kitchen table, she sat down close to me on the bench seat and I felt her leg pressed alongside mine.

“So – any pictures of things you are painting?” she asked again.

This was spooky. Like my fantasy almost. With coffee still to finish – I opened my current phone and tapped to a folder of pictures and went to hand her the phone to look. But Rita had other ideas. She pressed firmly alongside me on the bench and leaned in to look. There was no argument at this point – she was completely in my personal space and I could feel her lithe body pressed against me. My left hand was holding the phone, my right hanging behind me. She used her right finger to flick through the pictures on the phone and put her left hand on my thigh to steady herself. High on my thigh. If I hardened even a touch more, she would feel me. She was looking down at the pictures. Flicking through them. Her nipples clearly hardening and poking through her sweatshirt.

“Tell me,” she asked, “Do you like what you see?”

And with this she breathed in firmly so her chest expanded and her nipples poked even harder into the soft thick cotton of her shirt. I wasn’t sure how to answer that. But my cock sure knew what it thought of the view. Her next floored me.

“So – do you write fantasy stories about all your clients and post them on the Internet?”

Well she had me there. I now had a pretty good idea that she knew that I had fantasised about her. And that she had read it.

“I loved how you turned a quick keyboard repair and look at a painting in the basement into a full-blown orgy,” was her next comment. Still looking down at my phone and still pushing her nipples forwards.

“We could use ‘acrylics’ as a safe word if you like.”

My god – now I knew she had definitely read my story which involved her and that very safe word that I had made up for the story. I brought my right arm around her back and pulled her more firmly alongside me. She tilted her head back to look at me. Directly in my eyes.

“Like the fantasy” she said, “only more please”.

I brought my left hand up the front of her shirt and brushed her nipples.

“More” she breathed and I kissed her hard.

“..and you were far too gentle in the story” she said. “I really like it very hard”. You were a long way from my safe word.”

She moved her left hand off my thigh and across my pants – feeling for my hardening cock. I crooked my right arm up under hers and across her chest feeling for her nipples – pulling and squeezing on them through the cloth. I put my left hand down in her lap and felt for the button on the top of her shorts. We were still seated on the bench at the table and as I fumbled around I felt her legs part under the table edge. I found the button on her waistband and undid it. She started to unzip my pants. As I started to unzip her shorts, I could smell the warm, rich aroma of her arousal escaping from under the table. I pushed my hand into her shorts. No plain cotton panties of the fantasy. I could feel silk and lace and very little of it – arranged strategically over her hairy pussy mound. She scooted forward slightly on the bench seat and raised her hips forward a little to give me better access. I extended my middle finger down the front of her mound and could feel her thick sticky wetness oozing through the lace. Her clit was swollen and poking through the small silk patch covering it, like her nipples were poking through the sweatshirt. She was offering herself to me. Spread, pushed forward and gasping as we continued to kiss.

She broke the kiss and rose to head for the bedroom off the kitchen.

I followed, hanging onto the waistband of my pants so as not to trip. At the side of the bed she turned to face me. She raised her arms over her head and I reached forward. I used the backs of my hands to slowly brush down over her very prominent nipples. I was rewarded with a feeling of them crinkling harder and pointing out more through the cloth. Then I grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt off over her head. She kept her arms above her head and slowly twisted back and forth, displaying her chest. In my fantasy she had been completely flat chested. In real life she had thin swellings of flesh. Perhaps AA. Like small side plates almost – topped with her hard brown and crinkled nipples. escort avcılar I palmed by way up the soft skin and grasped her nipples in my thumbs and fingers. She looked me directly in the eye.

“Hurt me good.”

I pulled on her nipples which stretched under my assault and she groaned. She dropped her hands to her side for a moment, to work the waistband of her shorts over her slim hips. As her shorts hit the floor and she stepped out of them she raised her hands over her head again, tousling her short hair on the way by. She was presenting herself. An artist nude pose, but still in her panties. If you could call them that. Some scraps of mid-blue lace decorated her mound, hair escaping round the edges and through the lace. A small diamond of solid cloth at the top of her slit was distorted by her distended clit. The narrow ribbon of cloth that passed down and between her thighs was clearly wet and the rest of the thong seemed to consist of a couple of threads of cloth rising over her hips to meet at the cleft of her ass where they were held together by a small gold ring which also held the ribbon of lace that was pulled up between her cheeks. They were nothing and everything. Displaying yet covering.

Her distended clit fascinated me. She could see me looking at it.

“Make sure you spread my wetness on it and then you can treat it like my third nipple.”

She stood, still twisting slightly and continued to display herself to me.

I shucked off my vest and shirt and dropped my pants, kicking them to the side. My cock was trying to desperately escape from my briefs and I could feel my foreskin trapped in the waistband, getting massaged by the elastic while being lubricated by my precum. I could see Rita looking, but she still held her pose and I stepped in and started to work her over. I wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into me, leaning down and pulling and biting her nipples with my lips and then my teeth. My other hand, middle finger extended, slid down her belly seeking her mound. My finger contacted her silk covered clit first and I gently flicked back and forth. It was huge, like a small cock and slightly rubbery feeling. Just like her nipples. I pushed my finger into the top of the panties and reached past her clit and into her wet slit, coating my finger well with her grool and drawing it up in strokes over her clit till it was thoroughly coated. Each stroke applied like paint from an artist’s brush elicited a moan. When she was thoroughly coated I grasped it between my thumb and finger like a nipple and squeezed. As I did – I sucked on her nipples and then I started to play her.

I kept suckling on her nipples. I dropped my right hand to her ass and extended my fingers deep under her cheeks, seeking her pussy and the wetness that was spilling out of her. My left hand started to gently jerk her clit which was big enough to be like a small cock. I had her by three points. Nipples. Pussy from behind. Clit.

I started to use my right finger to slick her up between her ass cheeks, coating her asshole liberally. The thread of lace from her thong was irrelevant. Around front I started to pinch and twist her clit and she groaned deeply. Then I bit down quite hard on her nipple. As she mewled her pleasure – I raised my right finger out her pussy and slipped it deep in her lubricated ass. That did it. She grunted and her head fell forward over my shoulder and her arms fell across my back. She was completely mine. Wrapped in my arms and pinned by her clit and ass to my hands. I reached with my left fingers and slipped one, then two and finally a third into her pussy. Her bush was completely sticky. I lifted her by her pussy and ass on my fingers and carried her to the bed as she wrapped her arms around my back, clinging on in her heat.

I laid her on the bed on her back and spread her legs wide. She threw her hands back over her head in abandon. I peeled what was left of her panties to the side and exposed her lips. Swollen and turning a deep pink as they started to part her hair. Her clit standing proud. I knelt and started to lean in. Her smell was incredible. Musky – sure. Wet musk with tones of maple and honey. As I moved to put my lips on her.

“I drank a lot of coffee before you arrived today. I hope that will be OK if anything happens……”

I responded by opening my mouth wide and trying to seal her whole pussy and clit in my mouth. I was almost able to and as I did – I pushed my tongue forward and started to fuck her with it. I reached up for her nipples, smoothing across her soft small breasts till I felt the buds and then I pinched them gently. She lifted her hips to meet my mouth. I moved one hand down off a nipple and started to brush between her pussy and ass with my finger. Everything was thickly coated with juices. A little texture from the lace strip of the panties heightened the feel. Each time I flicked back – I got a tiny bit closer to her asshole. Each time she jerked her hips up more into my mouth. I kept extending my finger avrupa yakası escort more each time till I was tapping on her rosebud. Each time I tapped she raised herself more.

“Please”

I drove my finger up her ass, pinched her nipple and bit down on her clit. She howled.

“Fuck…..Yes”

Some minor tremors pulsed through her as she had her first “O”. Her pussy leaked some more. I lapped it up. My face coated and slick.

“Now – please – go to town on me…..”

She looked down at my hand and her relaxed open legs. Her sticky bush a gorgeous mess. Her swollen lips darkly pink.

“Could you try and fist me? Though your hand looks so big – please let’s try.”

“I need something first” was my response. I reached down and pulled my briefs off, freeing my pulsing, aching cock and blueish balls. I scooted forward and across one of her thighs. Positioning my balls over her pussy. Then I lowered myself down to anoint them with her fluids.

“Try pushing them into you – if you need to pull them and stretch them a little – do”.

She reached forward with both hands – with one she spread her lips and with the other she grasped my balls – pulling them down to her open slit. I felt her clit nudging under my ball sac and then I felt her warm wetness smearing over me. My rigid cock pointed to the sky as she gently tugged my balls down more, dipping them in her honey and giving me a pleasurable dull ache. I rocked back and forth to smear the stickiness around. I rocked harder forward to encourage the fluids to creep under my balls. She got the hint. She started to stroke the wetness under and back, smearing towards my asshole. I nodded vigorously and she started to spread her wetness over my ass while tapping at the entrance. If I was not careful I would go off. I lifted off and eased back. She gave me a questioning look.

“Not yet – don’t want to finish things early”.

She smiled and widened her legs more – openly and shamelessly letting me see everything framed by her hair and the panties pushed to a ribbon on the side of her thigh. I started to dip a finger. Easy enough for one and then two, curled up for her G spot. She started to shudder gently. As I knelt by her side I used my other hand to play with her nipples again. Pulling them up to hardness and using their pleasure to mask my third and then fourth finger insertion. Fingers wrapped in a tight cone and thrusting gently as she slowly relaxed and parted. I rolled my thumb inside my fingers so technically I now had five fingers in her. But we had a long way to go before the fat part of my fist would go in. I kept gently rocking and each time I did – she relaxed a touch more and parted a little more.

“Remember – no matter what – only my safe word” she said.

I started to thrust a little harder each time. I pulled on and twisted her nipples. She started to grunt. Her eyes glazing as she slipped into her own sub world. Allowing me to use her for my pleasure and hopefully her extreme pleasure. I was pulling hard on her nipples, raising her thin smooth tit flesh into shallow cones. I thrust my fist harder. She started to grunt.

“Fuck. No. Ah.” accompanied by her upward hip thrusts to meet my fist, her movements contradicting her words.

“Stop, you will split me. Ooff. Fuck. Noo…..” but still no safe word and still she thrust up at me as her eyes started to completely glaze over.

The widest part of my fist was now so nearly in her. I pulled her tits up more and started to slap them as they relaxed down. This for me. But it seemed to please her too. My fist was right on the point of slipping in. Clamped in her cunt. Coated with her copious wetness. I pulled hard on her nipples again, twisting viciously till their dark brown showed white and bloodless between my fingers.

“No, no…..oh Yes!” she hissed.

My fist was suddenly swallowed by her gaping cunt. My wrist now framed by distended purple lips and matted bush. I rotated my hand to brush her G-Spot and expanded my fingers like a Mediaeval torture pear. Expanding and filling and stretching inside her. She was completely eyes rolled back and screaming.

“No. No. No. Fuck yes, oh fuck……”

She was beginning to thrash around on the end of my arm. Locked to it by my open fist inside her.

“Press my belly NOW!” she pleaded.

I moved my hand from her nipples and started to press below her belly button. She continued to thrash around on the end of my arm. Babbling incoherently. Grunting, squealing, mewling and denying the fist was pushed up her tight cunt Babbling:

“No. Fuck not in me.” she looked down.

“Gawd it is – so deep. Jesus that’s good.”

I pressed her belly more – trying to feel my upturned fingers that were inside her. And she let go. A huge flood of her piss jetted through my spread fingers inside her and sprayed out around my wrist. Hips bucking. Rising wildly, piss going everywhere. My fingertips could feel her cervix flutter and her pussy clamped my wrist till my fingers started to tingle from lack of blood supply. I reached down and caught the string of her thong and pulled hard. The lace gave way and I ripped her panties off for my pleasure. Watching the lines of lace and strings cutting into her creases before they yielded and tore. Leaving red welts behind. Like ripping into her.

“It has felt like the longest week of my life. After the incident happened with the coffee shop guy, who I yet to know his name, time feels like it is crawling by. I have not gone to that location again, but every other store keeps messing up my drink. He just made it so perfect every time.” I write in my journal. Taking a deep breath as I try to hold back my emotions. Tears swelling in my eyes as I think back to the encounter.

“I’ve considered calling the cops on the man who took me in my home without my consent, but I was too scared to do so. Scared about the tests I would have to go through. Scared of what they might say, what he might say. It just didn’t feel worth it to me. “

Closing the journal, I stand up and walk over to my mirror, deciding today is the day. ‘Today is the day I will be going back to the coffee shop. I need my regular routine back and he was making this hard to do. But what is he going to do to me while in public? He cannot do single thing,’ I think to myself. Trying to hype myself up and gain the courage needed for this outing.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smile at my appearance. Wearing the outfit that always gives me confidence in any situation. A black sheer blouse that is see through but a black tank top underneath, and black lacy bra to match the lacy black panties under my skirt. The skirt is a pencil skirt that doesn’t go quite halfway down my thighs. My brown hair is down and wavy, light makeup on my face, and a purse hung over my shoulder to complete the outfit.

Before leaving the mirror, I open a few buttons on the blouse and pull at the fabric, trying to make it just perfect. My breasts are easier to see now as they almost pop out of my bra under the tank top. Not realizing I was doing so before I turned away from the mirror and leave the apartment to head to the coffee shop.

My hand places on the coffee shop door as I take in a deep breath, not even sure if he works on weekends but not wanting to spend my work days ahead facing this first time feeling.

As I step in and look up, my eyes instantly meet his. He is standing at the counter ready to take the next order, which is mine. The shop is fairly quiet, no actually really quiet. I take a deep breath and walk forwards. Feeling his eyes trying to strip me naked, I stand at the counter. My eyes flash over to the name tag on his chest. ‘Mark’ rings through my head. ‘That’s his name,’ I think to myself.

“What can I help you with today, Ma’am'” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Hearing his voice sends chills through my body.

“I… I uh… can I get my regular?” I manage to spit out. My cheeks blushing. I cannot help but think of his hands all over my body. The way he fucked me. Even if I didn’t want it, I ended up enjoying it. ‘Who do I even think I am. Why did I …’ my mind wandering again but as he speaks up, it snaps me out of thought once again.

“Your regular will be ready for you down at the end,” he says, his deep voice rings through my head.

Taking a deep breath, I don’t think him as I normally would. Seeing him tell the staff he wants to make this one for his ‘favorite customer.’ Patiently waiting at the şişli escort end of the counter to be able to run out of the coffee shop. Having already paid without noticing, a creature of habit, I have nothing to do but wait.

As he finishes making my drink, he passes it over to me in a take out cup as alway. “Have a good day,” he says, acting as if nothing happened. I nod and leave the building. Stopping outside of the coffee shop to take a sip of the coffee.

The sip turns into a few gulps, missing how he makes my drinks for me. As I lower the cup, I see a small note in marker. ‘Meet me out back,’ it says. ‘Should I meet him out back? What will he do if I am alone with him?’ I ask myself as I take another large gulp of my coffee.

For some reason, my feet and legs begin to walk in the direction of behind the store. My mind spinning with curiosity. Wondering what will come from seeing him. Maybe he wants to apologize? Maybe he wants to put it all in the past?”

As I step to the back of the building, he is standing there. A different look on his face. No longer a friendly smile, but more like a devilish grin. Almost similar to the look he had on his face when he took me in my apartment.

“W…what do you…” I try to say but his voice cuts me off.

“Who do you think you are? Coming to my work wearing that? I thought we talked about this. You know how those outfits get me going,” he says.

My eyes open wide, not expecting the interaction to go like this. Words fumbling out of my lips. “W…what do you mean? I… I like this outfit,” I respond, my voice shaky.

He begins to step forward, approaching me. My brown eyes still wide as I back away from him. My back pressing against the cold brick building wall. Feeling his body now press up against mine as his hand comes up to grip my neck and tilt my chin up. Looking up into his eyes for a brief moment. They look cold, and unattached. His touch causing fear to rush through my body, but also a tingling feeling between my legs.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks as his hand grips my neck tighter. His free hand beginning to grip my breasts through my clothing.

My eyes begin to dart around to see my surroundings. The back of the building is fairly secured. A fence around the area to not allow anyone to see in. Only a path that I took around the building to get behind here. The wind is loud and pulling at the fabric of my clothes. Knowing no one would be able to hear me scream if I even tried.

“Wh…why are you doing this again? Please just let me go. It doesn’t have to be like this,” I hiss and plead. My eyes looking up into his.

Feeling his hand leave my neck, I let out a sigh. Relieved and hoping he listened to what I said. But he didn’t. He slaps my cheek hard. Hard enough to leave fingerprints and turn my head to the side.

His fingers grip at my chin and turn my head to look up at him. My tear swelled eyes looking into his. “Don’t you dare act stupid. You know exactly why I am doing what I am doing.”

As he says this, his hands grip the fabric of my blouse and rips it open. The buttons popping off of my favorite shirt. Yanking nişantaşı escort my tank top down along with my bra, exposing my breasts. The cold wind causing my nipples to become rock hard as my chest rises and falls fast.

“P…please Mark. Just let me go. I promise I can make it up to you. Just please,” I begin to beg.

This only causes him to grow a smirk across his lips. “You know I love it when you beg,” he responds. Pulling the skirt up my body to gather with my tank top and bra. My black lacy panties being the only thing covering the rest of my body. Feeling the cold air rush between my legs. Causing me to squirm between his body and the wall.

With a smirk across his lips, he brings his mouth to my breasts. Wrapping his lips around my nipples as he sucks and gently bites. His gentle bites turning into harder ones, causing rushes of pain through my breasts. Letting a whimper escape my lips. His hand sliding down my body to between my legs.

As I try to pull away, his free hand grips my wrists and presses them against the wall, holding them there firmly. My eyes looking down at him, feeling his hand grip at my lacy panties. Pulling them down my body as his hand then eagerly slides up my bare legs to my pussy.

Hoping he cannot feel how wet I have become for him, his fingers slide along my wet sit. His mouth sliding off my breasts as he grins up at me. “I knew you liked this, my dirty little whore.”

Wiggling my body, his fingers stop me, sliding two deep inside me without trying to warm me up more. A moan escaping my lips as my head presses against the wall. “O..oh fuck,” I gasp in pleasure. My eyes closing as I try to not think about how this happened. Letting him finger fuck me, not having an option not to. His fingers picking up speed, sliding deeper, fucking me harder.

My breath grows heavier as I feel how wet I am becoming on his fingers. He then slides them out of my tight pussy and slips them into my mouth. My eyes open wide as I taste myself, knowing what he wants. Beginning to suck and lick his fingers clean for him.

“Thats it. Just like that. Be a good little whore for me and maybe you won’t be hurt,” I hear him say. My eyes quickly looking up into his. Letting his fingers fall from my lips. “On your knees for me,” he demands.

I shake my head as I look up at him. “N…no. This is enough. Please just let me go. I promise to just leave. I’m sorry I…”

His hand lands on my cheek once again. Tears now rushing down my face as he pushes hard on my head, forcing me onto my knees in front of him. He undoes his pants and slips them down his thighs along with his boxers. Mark’s cock pops out and presses against my lips.

I begin to shake my head no, but as I do, he pinches my jaw open and I whimper in pain, my mouth opening up. His cock slides in deep, not wasting time. Pressing me head against the wall as I try to get away but that doesn’t work at all. He just begins to fuck my mouth, keeping my head pressed against the wall as he forces his cock down my throat. I begin to gag and choke on his length. My eyes letting tears run down them, ruining my make up. My drool mecidiyeköy escort sliding down my chin as he doesn’t let up. Desperately trying to get air in through my nose as my head is pinned.

After a few moments of using my throat, he pulls out and moves back a step. I spit to the ground as my drool hangs from my chin. Trying to catch my breath desperately. My chest rising and falling faster.

But before I can truly catch my breath, I feel his hand in my hair. Yanking me, a cry leaving my lips as he pulls me to my feet. Turning me around and spanking my ass with his free hand.

Not just one spank, but two. Followed by a third then fourth. My ass stinging and burning as I whimper out in pain. My face still a mess as he pulls my ass towards him and bends my back, so I am leaning forward.

Without a warning, I feel his hard thick cock slide inside my pussy. Feeling it slide in so deep. A moan escaping my lips as I am helpless to his size. His hands both grip my hips as he begins to pound my tight pussy with his cock. His body forcing mine forwards each time he thrusts into me.

I cannot help but moan in pleasure. The sensation of him fucking me, taking me in public, using me for pleasure, it drives me insane. My pussy becoming so wet and allowing him to thrust with ease.

One of his hands slips to my mouth and covers it, my moans turning into quiet muffled sounds of desperation. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “that’s it my little slut, scream for me. My cock isn’t going to stop until I empty my whole load inside of you.”

My eyes almost cross in pleasure as he says this, putting me over the edge. I begin to cum, surrounding his cock in my warmth sensations. Squeezing his cock so tight as my body wiggles in pleasure. Screaming against his hand as I try to stay standing, my legs wanting to give out.

“Yes my slut, that’s it. Cum for me. I’m going to fill you up. Beg me for it,” he demands, letting his hand go from my mouth.

Without even thinking about it, the lust getting to me, I begin to beg. “P…please Mark. Cum inside me. I need it so bad. Give it all to me, deep inside me. I need you to fill me up. Show me what needs to be inside me. Cum for me,” I beg.

That is all he needed. His cock exploding with hot sticky cum deep inside my pussy. Dripping down my leg as he slows down, trying to catch his breath as he pants. His cock sliding out as he steps back, using his fingers to scoop up some of his cum. Bringing it to my lips, he slips it in and I clean his fingers off once again.

“Wow, this is why you are my favorite,” he sighs as he pulls up his boxers and pants. Getting himself situated as I stand there in awe that it happened again.

I then wiggle my skirt back down and pull up my tank top and bra back into position. Leaving my broken blouse open. Cum still dripping down my leg as I watch him pick up my underwear from the ground and tuck it inside his pocket.

“I will see you at my place,” he demands, giving me his address. “Be there for 8 pm sharp. No panties or bra, just a dress. Do not disappoint me, I do know where you live.”

My eyes open wide as I nod my head. Staying quiet as I try to process what is happened. Why he wants me there. Why I want to go there.

With a slap on my ass, sending a sting against my red skin, he goes back inside his work. Leaving me there leaking of his cum as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened. And what is yet to happen.

Jack and Genevieve had been married for over fifteen years. They were both successful professionals in their late thirties. They did not have any kids and had about an acre of land with no close neighbors. It was a trade-off since their commutes to work in the city were nearly an hour. Genevieve worked in finance and Jack was in corporate human resources.

Their love life was more than satisfactory by most standards. Genevieve had grown up in a conservative house and generally preferred traditional lovemaking, though she had grown quite accustomed to Jack’s tongue. Jack, on the other hand, had many more outside the box interests. Specifically, femdom, bondage, and spanking, with a few other flavors sprinkled in. Genevieve had no interest in all that; they had fallen into a routine of sorts. Every other week or so, Genevieve would go out with her childhood friend Sarah, often spending the weekend at a hotel or at Sarah’s place. Between their two jobs, they had enough disposable income that it wasn’t a big expense.

While Genevieve was out, Jack would engage in self-bondage. He would rather have shared that with his wife, but that hadn’t borne fruit, so this was how he got his fix. He had actually acquired a decent amount of kit to try to vary things up. They had a guest bedroom where he stored all of his equipment.

The only kink that she had deigned to entertain was dangling into the dress that she was wearing. She hadn’t yet gotten changed after work. The key to Jack’s chastity cage was hanging between her breasts. She was leaning over some bank statements at the kitchen table and Jack’s cage swelled at the sight. Genevieve liked the idea that, despite his proclivities, Jack wasn’t able to fully satisfy himself or think about anyone else.

“Hon, can you come over here?”

“Sure, Neve. What’s up?” Jack responded, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“I’m just going through the bank statements, making sure there’s no fraudulent charges. There’s this weird charge from Berlin. Do you know what this is?” She circled the charge and pushed the statement to Jack.

“Oh yeah. That was me.”

“What did you spend over $400 dollars on?”

“Do you really want to know? It was for my hobby.”

Genevieve dramatically rolled her eyes. “You don’t have any hobbies. Except for tying yourself up. What could have cost so much?”

“It’s called MagBound. It’s a really accurate, really reliable tool. Basically, it’s an electromagnet with some attachments. It’s super easy to set up and when the time is up, you’re freed automatically. A lot less has the potential to go wrong. Besides, it’s almost for you,” Jack smirked.

“How on earth is that for me?”

“Remember how I made a mistake with one of my set-ups last year. You weren’t too thrilled that I was still stuck when you got home.”

They both closed their eyes to relive the memory for a moment. Jack had hoped she might get interested in his predicament; it was the only positive of the several hours he’d spent stuck. Neve had been less than thrilled, though.

She shook her head and said, “Oh, just show it to me.”

Jack thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to show or show you?” he said, placing extra emphasis on the second show.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you want to try it out or watch me use it?”

She considered it. She hadn’t thought about trying to see through his eyes, so thought it could be eye-opening.

“Ok. Just this once. I’ll let you try it on me.”

Jack lit up. “Great. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and started walking her towards the spare room.

“Now?”

“Why not? The bank statements will still be there later.”

* * *

Jack opened a few drawers, to get things setup. He knew she was not into bondage much, but he hoped to change that and wanted to keep it simple to encourage that.

“OK, I’m thinking a pretty simple tie, just spread eagle on the bed. Are you ok with that?”

She took a deep breath. “I guess so.”

“Great. You won’t regret it. I promise. Now strip.”

“What?”

“Everytime I tie myself up, I’m completely naked. If you are going to see what I get out of this, you need to go all the way.”

She nodded and shimmied out of her green dress, leaving her only in a matching panties. She paused then slipped them down and stepped out. She was entirely naked, other than the key to his cage.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I really appreciate you doing this.”

Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply. They made out for a minute, then he forced himself to pull back. If they got carried away, they’d lose the opportunity. Jack put wrist cuffs on her; he didn’t bother locking them. The way he was going to restrain her, she wouldn’t be able to get out of them anyway.

He knelt down to put the ankle cuffs on. This put him eye level with her sex. “Be honest, are you wet?”

Genevieve suddenly became acutely aware of how naked she was, the cuffs making her feel even most so. She nodded.

Jack took a cylinder out and showed it to her. The two pieces came apart merter escort easily. “It’s got a power supply inside. I’m going to attach one piece to your wrist and one to the bed. Once it’s turned on and the timer is started, you just touch the two pieces together. The magnet will hold it together really tightly. Are you still ok?”

“So far.”

“Alright, just remember, if you really get nervous or need to get out, just say red. I’ll cut the ropes, even if the magnet won’t release.”

Genevieve nodded.

“Please, lay on the bed.”

Jack took some ropes and connected her left hand and both feet to different corners. He also tied the MagBound to the last corner. He powered it on.

“I set the timer for 15 minutes. Are you ready?”

He squeezed her hand and, when she nodded, he brought her wrist up and connected the two pieces of the electromagnet.

“Try to get out.”

Genevieve struggled but the bonds were tight and she wasn’t able to move much. Jack looked down and saw the key to his cage. He briefly thought of using it to unlock and taking her right then, but it had been real progress getting her to hold his key and he wouldn’t break that trust. Jack leaned down and kissed her, his hand gently probing between her legs. He slid two fingers in and bent down to start licking her clit. He knew her body language pretty well. After a couple minutes, she was panting and close to orgasm. He pulled away.

“Fuck. What the hell was that?”

“You aren’t in control right now. 11 more minutes and you can come as much as you want.”

He smirked as she grumbled in frustration. After letting her come back down, he pulled out a blindfold. Once she couldn’t see, he took out a Magic Wand. She occasionally used a small vibrator, but not much else. Jack thought she’d enjoy this. Once he put the wand to her clit, he turned it on low and Genevieve gasped. He was able to bring her to the brink of orgasm twice more before the timer went off.

He put the wand away just before the timer went off. Her right hand came free. She ripped off the blindfold, her cheeks looking flushed. “What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean?” he asked innocently.

“Why didn’t you let me finish?” she demanded.

“It’s called edging. Your next orgasm will be huge because you had it denied a few times. Want me to show you?”

“Damn right.”

“Hand me the key, please.”

“After that, not a chance in hell. If you ever want to see that key again, you’ve got 10 seconds to get your tongue between my legs.”

“Yes, ma’am”

3 of her limbs were still tightly tied. In no time flat, Jack was on his knees, two fingers massaging her g-spot and his tongue going to work while her free hand gripped his hair fiercely. She shouted a profanity as she came loud enough to make Jack glad for the big property and few neighbors.

Jack untied her and removed the restraints as she recovered. He laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thanks again for doing that. How was it for you?”

“I’m not used to giving up control, but I really enjoyed that. Gave me some ideas too.”

“Do any of your ideas involve using the key you’re wearing?”

Genevie smirked. “Maybe.”

* * *

Later that evening, Genevieve thought about all that happened as she showered. It really was the most intense orgasm she could remember. She’d had a great time, once she had gotten over how pissed she was every time that she almost came and had her orgasm torn away. She did think that turn about would be fair play.

As she walked into the living room, she made sure that her chastity necklace was visible. She was just wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. Jack was sitting on the couch with his feet up watching an old rerun. She walked up to him, her poise returned. Jack was staring at her nipples, protruding from the think tank.

“Can we talk?”

“Of course. Are you still ok with what we did?”

“I am. I had an idea, if you’re down for it.”

He was immediately at attention and turned the TV down. “I’m up for most things. What do you have in mind?”

“What did you call it, what you did to me?”

“Edging.”

“That works on guys too, right?”

“Absolutely, but there’s always potential for an accident if we don’t time it right.”

“So, here’s what I’m thinking. I liked the power differential of one us clothed and one not. Plus, I’d like to see if I can edge you the same way. But, and here’s the hard part, you won’t get to come tonight. You do what I say for the next few hours. You’ll get really horny and that should make your next orgasm amazing, whenever you get one.”

She smirked. She enjoyed watching the gears turning in his head. He thought about it; he hated that he wouldn’t get an orgasm tonight, but he was thrilled Genevieve might be starting to develop some interest.

“OK. I’m down. What do you want me to do, ma’am?”

“Ma’am?”

“If you’re in charge, shouldn’t you have a title?”

“Sure,” she acquiesced. “Now, take off all your clothes. Then, ortaköy escort go to your play cave and get a pair of handcuffs. And if you have any gadgets that work on a guy, you can bring that too.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack stood up and took off his shirt. He felt deliciously exposed as he took off his pants and boxers. Genevieve watched with interest, then stood up and kissed him.

“Thanks for letting me play. Now go.”

She playfully swatted his ass as he walked by. He quickly gathered a pair of handcuffs, a high-tech masturbator, and a blindfold, then grabbed a gag on a whim. He put everything on the table in front of the couch.

“Explain.”

He picked up the toy. “Well, this is a remote controlled masturbator. I haven’t used it since I started wearing the cage, but you can control it with an app on my phone. The gag is just in case I start begging and you still want to play.”

“OK. Not sure about that yet, but leave it for now. Ready to get started?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She took the key from around her neck and took off his cage. He was still standing, so he was lined up conveniently.

“Remember, you are not allowed to cum. If you are getting close, let me know. Now turn around.”

She put his handcuffs on after he did so. She grasped his balls. “Wow. These feel full. Isn’t this uncomfortable?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack was already rigid, excited from the earlier playing and the potential future. He wasn’t expecting to set any stamina records, as turned on as he was. He was surprised she took him in her mouth. It wasn’t generally her favorite activity; she didn’t like swallowing. After taking her time getting started, she grabbed his ass and pulled him forward until she was deepthroating him. She kept going for a few minutes, alternating playing with his balls and his ass as well.

“Stop, please, ma’am.”

As she pulled away and looked up, his face was contorted with effort. It was obviously a struggle. He wanted to cum with every fiber of his being, but his wife told him that he wasn’t allowed. He was going to follow her directions.

“Good boy. Sit down.”

Genevieve went to the kitchen. Jack heard her fumbling around, but didn’t try to see what she was doing. As she came back, she put a bowl down on the table. Jack gasped as she held ice to his engorged cock.

“We wouldn’t want to have to end the night too early right? Watch some TV while you calm down.” She put on a rom-com with her free hand. After a couple minutes, she judged him ready to continue.

She stroked him for a moment until he regained his full erection. She added a little lube, then slipped on the masturbator.

“Show me how to control this,” she instructed.

Jack grabbed his phone off the side table, unlocked it, and handed it over.

“It’s pretty advanced. There’s manual controls and different patterns,” he said, pointing to different parts of the screen.

“Interesting. Let’s try this.”

She turned it to low, watching Jack’s face as he started to writhe. Over the next few minutes, she mostly used the low settings, but enjoyed brief surprises on the higher end. It made him make the cutest moans and sounds. She tried leaving it on high, until he cried out that he was getting too close. She cut it off immediately.

Jack was still breathing quickly, trying to regain his composure.

“What is this cool-off button?”

Before he could reply, she clicked it and watched his intake of breath.

“Tell me what’s happening.”

“All the sensations ended and it got really cold. It’s like you’re holding ice on my cock. I think you can turn off the cold setting now, please.”

“Oh, can I? Glad I have your permission.” She gave him another minute, then killed it. “This button looks fun. How many times did you edge me?”

“3, ma’am.”

“A man of your experience could handle more than that right?”

“I don’t see much choice, ma’am.”

She smirked. “I guess not. Explain what this edge button does.”

He groaned. “I’d hoped you wouldn’t find that. It has sensors that can tell when I’m getting close. As soon as I do, it cycles into the cold, cool-off mode. I only used it once, then took it off to rub one out.”

“That sounds fun. Let’s try.”

As he got close, he started trying to thrash against the cuffs and buck. It wasn’t long before he was a blubbering, begging mess. “Please let me come, ma’am.”

“Not yet, I think. If I took three, you should be able to do twice that. Let’s try some of those other toys you brought out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She considered, then put the gag and blindfold in. She settled in to watch the show as she pressed the edge button again. And again. And again. For the last one, she even took a video with her phone.

Once she was satisfied that they’d both had enough, she removed the masturbator, iced him down, and put his cage back on. After the restraints were all off, she hugged him.

“This was fun. Let’s go to sleep now.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thanks for doing this, but I think I’m too turned on to sleep.”

“That’s otele gelen escort so sad for you,” she said as she playfully swatted his ass. “And Jack?”

“Stay naked for the night.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack was as turned on as he could remember, but he was also thrilled that Genevieve was taking a little more control for the first time.

* * *

The next evening, they went out to a nice dinner. In preparation, he had brought an idea that he hoped would build on the progress they had made. Surprisingly, Genevieve hesitantly agreed. The idea was simple, but a little mischievous. They would both wear a remote controlled vibrator, her vaginally, him anally. He took the initiative to set the vibrator she would wear to his phone and his plug to hers.

They sat down at a table and Genevieve asked him what he hoped to get out of the evening.

“I just wanted to have a nice dinner out with my wife,” he smirked. “And I thought this might be fun. Watch this.”

He saw the waitress coming and turned her vibrator on. It was low, but she was caught off guard. It took her a moment to collect herself; she was blushing and noticed the waitress giving her an odd look. It’s all in my head; there’s no way she can hear anything, she thought. She ordered a glass of wine and turned back to Jack.

“Get a kick out of that?”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted.

“Well, let’s see why you like this.” She browsed and saw a pattern labeled firework. She turned it on low to start. She didn’t think he could orgasm that way, but she was curious to see its effect on him. She waited until the waitress returned to turn it all the way up. He was able to order, but only after taking a moment to collect himself.

“Excited?” she asked. She knew the answer, but wanted to hear him admit it.

“You’re going to make me leak through my pants if you keep that up.”

She turned it down moderately, then continued. “That gives me an idea. Up for a dare?”

“If you tell me to do something, I’ll try to do it. No dare needed.”

“Good answer. Go to the bathroom, take off your boxers, and bring them back.”

He swallowed, but resolved to follow through. “Yes, ma’am.”

He went to the bathroom, more nervous that he would have expected. He tried to take the stall furthest from the door, but it was occupied. He took the one nearest to the door and kicked off his shoes. Taking his pants and underwear off, he noticed that he was leaking profusely. He also noticed another customer walk in and tried to ignore it. Genevieve turned the plug back up and he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. He cleaned himself up a bit, got dressed again, and put his boxers in his pocket. Walking back to the table, he tried to surreptitiously put them in Genevieve’s purse.

“Good boy,” she said approvingly.

Trying to regain some control, Jack tried to change the topic of conversation.

“Are you still planning to spend the weekend with Sarah?”

“That’s the plan. What about you? Have your normal hobby planned?”

“Yup, think I have a plan for tomorrow night.”

“Text me when you’re starting and when you’re out, so I know you’re alive?”

“I’m pretty good at it, but of course.”

They both picked a new pattern and turned up the vibrators a bit.

The waitress came back to ask if they wanted any dessert. Genevieve adjusted her necklace in a way that would be obvious to Jack, but not other bystanders.

“Are you good skipping dessert?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, before he realized what he was doing. The waitress gave him quite the funny look as she took his credit card. They stood up to leave, and Genevieve gestured towards his cage.

“Looks like you’re leaking…”

Jack blushed and tried to cover the wet patch on his pants. They rushed home, all thoughts of bondage gone from their minds, they were so turned on. They stripped on the way to the bedroom. Once they were nude, Genevieve laid on the bed. Jack turned up the vibe and started licking her enthusiastically. She came very hard, very quickly.

Once she recovered, she took off her necklace. She huskily said, “Take off the cage, but leave the plug in. I want you in me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He wasted no time, though it was a little tough to get the cage off. He was already getting hard after being so relentlessly teased. While he took care of that, Genevieve found her phone and turned his plug all the way up. She removed her vibe as well. Jack looked up at her, his eyes pleading. She gently pushed him onto his back. She mounted him, holding his hands down, and making out with him. She tried to draw things out, teasing him a little and changing her rhythms, but she couldn’t hold out long either. They cried out as they came together, then fell asleep in each others’ arms.

* * *

After sleeping in, they showered together, then Genevieve locked his cage back on. Jack wished her a good weekend, then they split up. Genevieve left for Sarah’s place wearing a light sundress. Jack stayed behind wearing just a pair of jogging pants, his thoughts drifting to his extracurricular activities.

It was a quick 20 minute drive to Sarah’s place. They had grown up together and were closer than sisters. She left herself in, hugged Sarah hello, and helped herself to a mimosa. Sarah knew her well and had prepared.

Hi, I’m Veronica. I sexually tease and deny my husband. This story is about how we’ve tried a couple of different edging methods before we settled on the method we use now.

When I moved in with my husband, he had a clear idea about how he wanted me to edge him, or as he called it, teasingly masturbated. It’s the main method we use today.

We’d go up to the bedroom, usually on a Sunday afternoon so we’ll have plenty of playtime. I stand by the bed and watch my husband get undressed. He lies down on the bed, and I get some chains and padlocks from the closet to lock his wrists to the headboard and his feet to the footboard.

We have a queen-size sleigh bed where he added six cargo ties, three on the headboard and three on the footboard. This allows me to chain him to the bed with his arms and legs spread chained to the outside cargo ties, or together, chained to one of the cargo ties.

For his edging, I’d lock his wrists to the left cargo tie on the headboard and his ankles to the left cargo tie on the footboard. This gives me plenty of room to lie next to him on his left while I’m waiting for him to calm down.

After I’ve chained him to the bed, I undress. Not in a striptease kind of way. No, I undress like I’m getting ready to take a shower, being careful to keep my back to him the whole time. My husband gets more turned on when I act casual than when I try to act sexy. I can’t explain it, but it does make it easier for me to “perform”.

After I’m naked, I go to my jewelry box and get his chastity cage key. The key is brass and I’ve attached it to a slender gold necklace with a gold ring. I wear the necklace whenever I go out. If anyone asks about the key, I’ll tell them, or if I’m in a sadistic mood, I’ll have my husband tell them.

I straddle my husband’s thighs and unlock his chastity cage. I put the cage aside and put the beyoğlu escort necklace on so he can see the key. The necklace is long enough that the key rests just inside my cleavage.

Then I lean over and grab a bottle of baby oil from the end table. When I lean over, that’s as close as my bare tits get to my husband’s face.

I put some baby oil in my right palm, and start stroking with my right hand. Because my husband is restrained, I can take my hand away anytime after he gets erect. I usually wait until he’s flaccid before I resume stroking.

I’ll either remain straddling my husband’s thighs or I’ll lay down next to him while I’m waiting for him to get flaccid. While I’m waiting for him to calm down, I’ll do things that I know arouse my husband, like kiss him, tell him about my bedroom fun with Chuck or Mark, or take a cigarette break. I love how he gets so turned on watching me smoke a cigarette topless.

Sometimes, I try to take him literally to the edge before I take my hand away. I love how his thrashing body feels under me when he’s that close to an orgasm, but denied. Most of the time, I stop stroking long before that point. It’s much easier on me, although it’s not quite as much fun for him.

I usually edge my husband for a couple of hours. It’s a lot of effort to get him restrained in the bed, and I want to enjoy teasing him for long enough to make the effort worthwhile. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m stroking for two hours. Most of the time, I’m waiting for him to get flaccid.

In a two-hour period, I’d guess that I’m stroking and stopping maybe six to eight times.

When I decide I’ve done enough stroking for the evening, I either stop, or I continue until my husband ejaculates. I try to aim his cum at my boobs. Sometimes I hit them, and sometimes I don’t.

I clean myself and my husband’s escort ataköy cock with a washcloth from the bathroom. I clean his stainless steel chastity cage with rubbing alcohol and let it dry before I lock it back on.

If my husband’s cock won’t get back in the cage, I go down to the kitchen, put some ice in a plastic bag, go back to the bedroom, and hold the ice bag against his cock and scrotum until he shrinks enough to get back in the cage. Since I’m still naked, the ice takes a while to work it’s magic. He’s not happy when I do this, but he doesn’t get a choice.

I try to edge my husband once a week, although on the weekends when my boyfriend Chuck comes from out of town to visit, the edging session either moves to Monday or Tuesday night, or is sometimes skipped altogether.

Anyway, this is how my husband likes to be edged and I understand. Edging is his intimate and sexual time with me. But sometimes, I want to do something a little different.

One day, I was looking at some porn on the Internet, when I came across a picture of a woman and a naked man. The man’s wrists were bound to the ceiling and his ankles were bound to a spreader bar. The woman had a sundress on and she was sitting in a chair, stroking the man’s cock. I looked at that picture for a few minutes. As I was just about to close it, an idea popped into my head.

We have an overstuffed chair in the basement that I use to tease my husband with my boobs. I had him put hook eyes in the basement ceiling so I could chain him standing next to the chair. After he did that, I told him he’d have to earn his orgasms.

Each week, my husband would get one opportunity to have an orgasm. I’d have him get undressed, lock him standing next to the chair, sit down in the chair, and start reading on my Kindle.

I had a sundress on similar to the mecidiyeköy escort woman in the picture. My husband could see my cleavage, but that’s all the visual stimulation he got.

At some point, I would put the Kindle down, and light a cigarette. I would place my open left palm under my husband’s cock. I would try and keep my left palm as still as I could.

While I smoked the cigarette, my husband was allowed to rub his cock on my open palm. When I put the cigarette out, I took my palm away. If he came before I finished my cigarette, fine. I cleaned him and me up, put him back in his cage, and released him from the chains.

If he didn’t, we’ll too bad. He could try again next weekend. I’d resume reading and leave him standing there for a while before I locked him back in his cage and released him.

After about a month, my husband would be horny enough to cum in my open palm. I enjoyed this type of edging, mainly because it took a lot less effort on my part. My husband wasn’t as thrilled.

My husband came up with a variation of me relaxing in a chair that we tried. In this variation, I’d lock my husband’s wrists behind his back and have him kneel in front of me while I read on my Kindle. Again, I was wearing my sundress. At his angle, there was even less visual cleavage stimulation for him.

When I lit a cigarette, I would cross my ankles. While I smoked the cigarette my husband would be allowed to fuck my calves. If he came before I finished the cigarette, great. I clean up everything and unlock him. If not, we’ll he’d get to try again next week. Again, he’d have to wait until I finished reading before I unlocked his restraints.

I wasn’t as much of a fan of this variation because frankly, I didn’t want my husband fucking anything, not even my calves. We did it for a couple of months and after he came the second time, we never did it again.

As I said, edging is my husband’s time to enjoy himself, so we use the bedroom variation. I still think about the open palm variation from time to time. My husband knows when I’m thinking that because I’ll stroke his cock with my open palm while I’m straddling him.

Car trouble Ch 04

Saturday evening. From previous Instalment.

I spread some of Julie’s wetness around her anus, dribbled saliva onto my hand, wet my prick, then eased into my new playmate’s welcoming bum. “You can do anything to me,” she whispered, “I will do anything for you. Deeper if you want sir, I like to feel you.”

Lou suddenly rolled away from us and briefly scampered to the edge of the bed. A moment later she grabbed Julie’s hair and pulled her head up and spoke directly to her. “On your back, slave-slut. To me, “Excuse me sir”. She grabbed Julie’s shoulders and rolled her over, then pulled her thighs back to her pierced nipples and told her to hold them there. She put an excessive amount of lube on her hands and leaned over Julie, gave me a fierce kiss, and wrapped her slippery hands around my erection, wiping the excess around Julie’s genitals. The ends of the attached nipple chains were pooled on Julie’s belly, Lou clipped them between the labial rings and her nipples. “All yours sir.” I slid in and continued a slow rhythm.

Lou started tapping the crop onto the exposed clit of her friend and started a low, slow, mantra.

“You are my gift to him…

“Do you know how much I love him? I am giving him the only other person I love…

“I give him a young horny lover and you are going to give him everything…

“If you are going to share him, he will have ALL of you…

“Don’t you think I wish it was me lying there with my cunt chained open for him, with his cock in MY bum? Julie grunted a ‘yes’ sound…

“I don’t care what your young cunt wants to feel, you should only care about the wonderful man in your bowels…

“Ignore me playing with you, ignore the chains pulling on your nips and clit. Concentrate on the ridge of his prick as it slides. Try to feel every contour of him in you…

“If you cum, don’t stop making him feel good.”

She reached down and kissed her friend passionately, then took a knobbly dildo and slid it deep between Julie’s chained folds. “This will make you feel better for him. Can you feel his prick rub against the bumps?” She continued to gently spank her clit and intermittently pulled the dildo out and back deep in. I was disorientated, it was like watching other people. I was flooded with sensation (as I’m sure Julie was). The world and the necessity of an orgasm seemed remote. Then, “Fuck her hard sir, own her.” I slammed in and, on the back stroke, Julie brought the crop down sharp and hard onto the end of the dildo and Julie’s clit.

Julie started shaking and screamed. Lou caught her scream in an open-mouthed kiss and held her as she pulsed and shivered beneath me, gripping and pulsing as I finally emptied into her. I remotely watched my hands fumbling to unclip her labia from the nipple chains, then straightened her legs and lay on top of her, but with my arms around my wonderful wife.

Julie was gasping for breath, so I rolled off her and lay on my back. The girls were hugging and kissing. A little later, I felt them move as they helped each other to kneel side-by-side, looking at me.

“Sir?” From Lou. I looked up and then sat on the bed. Lou unbuckled the collar from her friend who looked apprehensive. She handed it to me and said, “You shouldn’t refuse a gift given with love sir.” I slid off the bed and stood beside it. It seemed like a formal occasion, despite us all being naked. They gracefully climbed off the bed and stood beside each other, ‘presenting’.

Julie, with glistening eyes, held her hair up and bend her head forward. I remembered the words Lou and I had said to each other.

I paused, thinking before I said, “Julie, do you submit your body to me, for my pleasure and yours?

“With all my heart master.”

“Then I, John, take you as my love slave, to have and keep safe until…” I paused “Until we are parted by death or indifference.”

“Until death us do part,” she replied, tears running, unhindered, down her cheeks. I buckled the collar.

“Our lover,” I stated.

“Yours,” she confirmed, “Always, both of you.”

Our play had been intense. We were all emotionally tired. The girls were clingy and emotional. I believe that I had guessed the revelation that they promised in the future; if I was correct, it would make an even bigger difference to our lives. I suspected that their secret also added to their emotional state.

We took care of bathroom needs and snuggled together in bed. The girls fell asleep almost immediately. I had thoughts that kept me awake.

I now had two beautiful, willing love slaves and little idea of how to keep them happy and satisfied long term. We had already played out most of my ideas that were derived from previous, private fantasies. Real life was only two days away and we would need to find ways of living and erotic playing that was sustainable. I realised that I needed to discover more about what the girls deepest and hidden desires and fears were.

An interesting Sunday Morning

I kağıthane escort woke, feeling my erection sliding along Lou’s slick folds. Hands were gently stroking my balls, presumably the two had decided that I had slept long enough.

“Ladies” I began. “Today we need to make some significant decisions. It is important to me that you are in the right frame of mind, so while I want you to pleasure me and each other, I don’t want either of you to cum. Can you do that?”

“Yes Sir,” They chorused. Lou continued sliding along me while Julie peppered me with soft kisses around my neck, ears and mouth while trying to ensure that at least one of her nipples was near enough to my mouth for me to suckle and nip. By unspoken agreement, Lou rolled away from me and rolling me onto my back, took over Julie’s duties at my neck and head, extending them to my chest. Julie’s kisses moved south until she was suckling my erection, still slick from Lou’s activities. I was able to suck and play my lips across my wife’s breasts and have a hand between each of their legs.

I reminded them not to cum. Lou immediately agreed, after a few seconds, Julie slid her throat of my erection to mutter that ‘I was in control of her’. Good to hear. She resumed her ministrations and, and partly due to her skills at fellation, and partly because the day held other delights, I did not try to delay it, so I soon orgasmed.

We ate a regular, fun breakfast. Regular because I now usually had delightful women nearby to fondle between or during mouthfuls of food. Fun because I encouraged them to fondle and play with each other. I wanted them both to be aroused. I told them to clear up after breakfast and then find a blindfold each and meet me in the bedroom. I found that I was telling them more than asking and they seemed to respond eagerly and without complaint.

I drew the bedroom curtains closed and sat on a chair to the foot of the bed. I heard the toilet flushing and they both approached, somewhat hesitantly. I told them to lay on their backs, with their heads near me.

“Put on your blindfolds. Move so that you can both spread you legs wide.” Their breath started to hitch as they obeyed. “I am going to pretend to hypnotise you, you are going to pretend to be hypnotised. I don’t know how to do it properly but pretending will put you in the right frame of mind. While I am talking to you, I want you to play with yourselves. Stroke your breasts and pussies; I want you aroused but not cumming.” They started to languidly run their hands across their own bodies.

I continued in a slow commanding voice. “You have both given me control of your bodies and your orgasms and I have promised to care for you and keep you safe. Do you trust me?”

“Yes Sir,” they both answered.

“I want you to take slow, deep breaths; as you breath, imagine that you are falling into a trance. Concentrate on what you can see on the inside of your eyelids. With each deep, slow breath, hear my voice; feel yourself falling. When I ask you questions, I want you to answer, but you must always be honest. We must be honest with each other if we are going to live with each other happily. You both know how much I demand honesty don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” they answered slowly and breathily.

“Remember to keep yourselves aroused. Imagine you are lying in your bed alone. You are warm and comfortable. You start to remember the things that we have been doing together. Louise, what have you enjoyed us doing. Be honest.”

“Sir, I have enjoyed everything. Some of it was frightening but I liked that you made me do things that made me frightened. The first time you spanked me over your knee, I was so turned on and it made me cum so hard. I was lost from then on. I loved doing the rude things you wanted. Being naked when at home. Not letting me cum when I was desperate. Deep throating you. Fucking my bottom. Needles in my nipples. Orgasming for pretend strangers in the field. Showing myself to the cyclists. Playing with Julie. Making me play with myself like now. I love it. I love loving both of you. I love you mastering me. I can’t cum yet, can I?”

“You know that I told you not to. Keep playing with yourself. Julie, what did you expect when Lou persuaded you to come here? What have you enjoyed?”

“Master, it was me who had to persuade your wife to let me join you both. I expected to be a fun aside for you. I hoped that you would let me stay so that I could be with Lou. I didn’t expect to have fallen for you so far and so fast. I love you sir. I love you both. I enjoy being a sister-slave under your control. I think that my poor choice of past partners has been a search for somebody I could respect and submit to. They wanted my obedience but did not show me respect. I did not respect them. I said last night that you could do anything to me, and I would do anything for you; that is still true and will always be true. Like Lou, I enjoy pain with my pleasure. I cum so hard when you spank me.” In an even quieter voice, “You levent escort can spank me any time, not just to make me cum or when I deserve it. Any time Sir, I am aroused just thinking about it.”

I said to them quietly, “This is going to be more difficult to be honest about. I want you to remember and talk about those fantasies that you masturbate to. There will be no judgement. Honesty is important. If that makes you too excited, you can slow down with your fingers. When you talk about them, let me know if the fantasies would be too extreme for us in real life. Take you time. Julie, you start.”

“Master, all my fantasies involve me having no choice. Being dominated by strong men. Being bound and fucked in all my holes by several men. I definitely only want you now though… and Lou. I love feeling full and stretched. When I learned about it, I started to think about being fisted, in my imagination it was always with Lou…

“At work I am a driven, a decisive hard-arse who doesn’t take any shit from anyone. With you I love being submissive, letting you decide. The deeper I submit, the freer and happier I feel. I feel soft and vulnerable, loved and used. You are strong but gentle. I like it when you are hard on me. I have some things that I brought, could I get them please. I want to show you.”

“After Lou has spoken. Your turn my love.”

“John, I seldom call you that now; I have started thinking of you as my Master. Just saying it makes me feel wanton. My teenage fantasies were about a strong man taking me. I was a hoping to be raped by a kind man. I know that real rape is disgusting but fantasies allow the impossible. I wanted to be fucked without it ‘being my fault’. I was happy in our vanilla marriage, but this is so much better. I have a younger nymph to compete against for your time, and that drives me to open myself even more. I am so happy that you accept her into our lives. I love her too. I love playing with her and want to try out her fantasies. She is so much more sexually experienced than me. I want her to teach me how to love and excite you more. As I submit more, I also feel freer and less inhibited.”

“Julie, get your things. Lou can leave her blindfold on for now.” Julie rushed out and returned flushed and breathless.

She stood ‘presenting’, but with a canvas bag held behind her and spoke a little hesitantly. “Master, you commanded me to be honest. I am scared; not of what I am going to say but scared that you will no longer have much respect for me.” She opened the bag and brought out a variety of small chains. These clip on my nipples and labial rings, like this. I get excited being controlled by them. Led around or secured to furniture or a spanking bench. Lou told me about your needle play and that sounded special. I also have this.” She showed me a leather leash and clipped it on the collar I had bought for her, that she wore with so much pride. She handed me the handle. “The crop that you used on my first day with you was part of this collection. I like being led around on my hands and knees while being spanked with a crop. I have knee pads for hard floors. I can see that you have an erection. I hope that it was because you are thinking of doing that for me. Would you do that for me sir?”

“I will. Kneel here. Lou, get your nipple clamps and some lube, then clip her chains to your clamps, kneel behind her and keep tension on the chains from her cunt.” I took hold of both chains on Julie’s nipples and pulled her between my knees and tucked the end of her lead beneath my legs. “Lou, keep your hands low and out of the way when I spank this young slave’s eager bottom. When I spank her, she will flinch away from the crop, you should keep those chains tight enough to stop her. You can also play with her cunt and bum. Get as many fingers into her as you can. Try to get your whole fist in if you can… Julie, wait as long as you can before you cum, when you do, don’t stop concentrating on blowing me.”

I took the crop and just waited. Julie eased forward, pulling against Lou’s clamped nipples and her own chained cunt. “You didn’t tell me the most significant fantasy, did you?” I landed the first sharp sting to her bum. I spoke slowly, each word distinct, each word punctuated with a sharp stinging spank.

“Lou, your punishment will come.” Spank.

“You thought that you would manipulate me with this beautiful”, spank.

“Willing,” spank.

“Sexy,” spank.

“Eager,” spank.

“FERTILE, wonderful present.”

Lou gasped as she realised that her ‘secret’ was exposed.

Julie writhed, seemingly unconcerned that the secret was revealed. She continued to slurp, suck, and make love to my prick. She edged her hips forward to stretch Lou’s nipples and pull on her own labia, then rocked back to run her tongue-tip into my piss-hole and her sex further onto Lou’s fingers.

Julie eased further back against the pull of the chains on her nipples to lift her head and smugly announce, “I told you we wouldn’t fool him…

“This maslak escort is lovely…

“You have stopped spanking Sir…

“I’m not pregnant yet. I’m still on birth control. You will still spank me when I am pregnant, I hope.”

Then she returned her loving attention to my prick. I resumed slow sharp spanks on her rapidly reddening bottom. Lou seemed to realise that she was in the middle of an important task and added lube to both hands and was trying to get her fist and several fingers in different orifices while staying out of the way of the crop.

Lou gave a breathless progress report. “Sir, she is so wet, I have two fingers in her bum. Her cunt is pulsing, and I have got all my fingers in there and I’ve nearly got my thumb in as well. She is cumming all the time. I don’t know how she can still service you while you spank her, and I fist her. I am so close to cumming just watching. I have so much to learn.”

I was impressed as well. “I think that she loves to serve others that she loves. She concentrates on them, and her body takes care of itself. You will be to do that in future, you have a heart full of love and you are as strong as her.” I saw Lou’s whole hand slide in and stop. Lou hummed a loud groan around my member as she sucked hard. “She wants to feel stuffed. Close your fist and gradually ease back and forward. Give her what she needs. Rock your wrist. Your thumb will be on her G-spot. She probably won’t stop cumming until you stop. When her spasms get weaker, slide out slowly, her muscles will be very tired there.”

I felt my balls start to rise in Julie’s soft grasp, she pulled back against her nipple chains and breathlessly asked me to cum on her face. She stroked me and ran a finger around, below my crown. As I started to pulse, she aimed the jets on her face and chest with a satisfied ‘Ahhh’.

Lou’s hand left her with a loud slurp and a small ‘fart’ noise. Julie rolled over, (unknowingly pulling on Lou’s chained nipples) and looked at me with a proud, satisfied smile.

Lou unclipped, knelt over her, and hugged while passionately kissing her mouth. She said to her, “You are incredible, I think you love him as much as I do. Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, but it hurt so good. Master spanking me; you fisting me; chains pulling on me. I am so lucky.”

Lou started licking her breasts and neck clean. Julie reciprocated, cleaning where cum had transferred during their hug. I ran a hot bath for Julie, and we helped her into it, but when I moved to remove her chains, she resisted, and instead, merely rearranged and re-clipped them, doubled chains nipple to nipple and labia to labia. Both of us soaped her lovingly, avoiding pulling on the chains that she was so attached to (and so attached to her). We left her to soak and showered together. I finger fucked Lou as she clung to me. “When will I be punished for keeping secrets?” she asked, slightly wistfully.

“Most people would consider helping your husband fuck and spank another woman was a punishment,” I suggested.

“Oh no, I loved seeing you two together. I was only envious of the things she can do for you, concentrate while blowing you and orgasming… but especially being able to get pregnant,” she finished her eyes sparkling, either with tears or excitement. I told her I would think about possible punishments later.

We helped dry and pamper Julie. She insisted on dropping to her knees and then drying as much as she could of both of us before standing up to be hugged again.

Afternoon delights and the show.

We ate a sedate lunch by our standards. No fucking on the table or spankings, merely a little naked groping and the occasional swipe of fresh ‘girl sauce’ or pre-cum condiment. I said that I needed to make a few arrangements for the evening amateur strip contest. They could discuss any minor improvements to their performance.

I ‘phoned the club and managed to speak with the lighting and sound guy. He was a college graduate, doing a job for extra cash, he sounded less sleazy than you might expect. I told him we would all be wearing full face masks and he told me that it was not unusual for punters and performers to want anonymity. I asked him if he could arrange for them to perform last. It was a favoured spot, but he said he would try. I hinted that ‘I would be grateful’.

We had a lazy afternoon. The emotional morning had left us tired. Louise was thoughtful but Julie was glowing, seemingly without a care. I decided that worrying would be counter-productive; things would work out or we would deal with them as they arose… I hoped. As the afternoon wore on, they both seemed more relaxed but would then remember the upcoming event and whisper and conspire together.

I asked Julie if she was sore, but she declared that she ‘was never better’. Despite this, I thought that they needed something to keep them grounded so I told them to help each other with a shave and an enema and insert the largest but-plug that they were comfortable with. More hot water use: Money well spent.

We decided on an afternoon tea as a snack to keep them energised short-term and a late dinner after the show. As the time approached, they became more nervous. I told them that they should give each other two gentle orgasms. I left them to help each other.

Chapter 2

It’s the next morning and I wake up screaming and lashing out. Daddy doesn’t know what to do. We’re both overwhelmed and I’m screaming and crying.

I’m shaking and I keep trying to do basic tasks but get overwhelmed and start age regression involuntarily. I’m having a tantrum but I’m confused about where I’m at from gang violence and a coma and we’re both dealing with a lot in life right now.

Daddy picks me up into his arms while we are still in bed. He holds me and says “it’s okay little baby daddy’s here. I’m here to give you kisses and cuddles and care. We can go get breakfast and meditate over some concentrates to help you get focused and nourished. Would you like that?”

“Yes daddy, I scared and had a bad dream. It was really scary. I wanna hold you and be babied all day.” I whine and cry. I grab his hand and put his thumb in my mouth, slowly sucking.

“Oh look my baby needs her mouth full of daddy. Feels better doesn’t it? You like how daddy tastes don’t you? You have such an oral fixation only daddy knows how to solve.” I moan around his thumb in my mouth as he goes to kiss my neck.

“Oh look it looks like the baby is getting all horny and naughty for Daddy. I bet if I press my hand to your panties, you’ll be warm and wet.” Just the thought of how daddy Chad can read my mind makes me wanna suck his cock. I’m completely his now and he runs my hand over the lips of my pussy.

“Baby I got you a pretty plug to fill your tight ass. You’re so tight baby daddy needs to stretch your holes. Do you like the sound of that?”

I quiver and shake at the thought. Daddy knows I really love anal but I am super shy about fındıkzade escort trying. “Yes daddy, I wanna be your good anal slut.”

“Good little girl. How old do you feel right now?”

I can’t stop thinking about sucking his cock and I pause before responding to the question.

“Like I’m four” I say in baby talk.. I move my hands down to his cock to feel his hardness.

“Good thank you for telling Daddy.” Sometimes Chad asks that question to gauge where I’m at in little space. He knows I was abused as a child.

“Can I suck your cock? I wanna suck and make you feel good too.” I beg and whine.

He nods and guides my head to his lap where his cock is hard in his boxers and I reach for him. So smooth in my hand I start licking up his precum from the tip to the base.

He feels good in mouth and I feel like I belong and have purpose. He grabs my hair as he guides me up and down his cock suck and caring for his shaft and licking him with my tongue.

“Good little girl, loving on daddy’s cock I bet you feel better now you’re full of daddy. You look so cute trying to swallow Daddy’s cock. Baby you make me feel so good. You know I adore when you suck my cock good girl, right where you should be,” he says as he thrusts deeper into my mouth until I’m gagging. He holds me there with his balls meeting my lips,pressed to my face. I’m choking and gagging and drooling all over us both. I focus on breathing through my nose as I am overstimulated from the eroticism. He moans and grunts as he deep throats me. I can feel his cock pulse and throb, almost ready to cum. He pulls me off his cock by the hair. I’m still gülbağ escort surprised when he quickly grabs me up into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom. He takes off my clothes and sets me in the shower, removing his clothes and doing the same. I turn the shower water on. Daddy looks deeply in my eyes before kissing me with tongue teasing mine. Then he grabs my hair, forces me to look him in the eyes and says, “suck little baby”

I drop to my knees, licking him from tip to base,before taking his cock all the way into my throat.

“I want to do something special little kitty. Can daddy pee in your mouth? I know my baby loves daddy’s cum and needs her fill.” he thrusts deeper into my mouth holding me there until I start to drool and make a slobbery mess. I feel completely used and little. We make eye contact I feel so vulnerable and want to make him happy.

“you feel so good, baby. Daddy really has to pee and cum.” he said and his cum fills my throat shooting his seed my mouth. He’s cumming so much and moaning. I look up at daddy and he looks completely in bliss. I feel so happy. He grunts and he begins pissing. I quickly try to swallow and before I can open my mouth to taste more of daddys golden stream he’s pissing all over my tits. I open my mouth extra wide so I can taste him. “there you go, good girl. That’s perfect baby.” The experience is newer to me but there is something so connecting and degrading about seeing daddy above me like this, releasing onto me because he loves me. He pulls me up by offering his hand and supporting my waist.

We lather each other up on soap and feel the warmth of the water halkalı escort and steam. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his neck. He picks me up in his arms.

“You’ve been such a good babygirl.” He gives me a kiss and tastes sweet when I go to lick his tongue. I feel his cock get hard and I grind down. He grabs my waist and thrust his cock in my pussy and I’m screaming his name.

“I’m going to fill you and breed you until you’re dripping. I want you to understand your place. I want you to be filled with daddy. Do you want that?”

“Yes. I’m really scared though.”

I just want you to feel good. Us both to feel good. Daddy has means if we need to for protection. Daddy wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant though.” He’s gazing deeply into my eyes. “Filling you up with my baby.” With each word he thrusts deeper inside of me and I’m moaning as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel myself reaching closer to climax and grip his shoulders as I kiss and suck his neck. I’m panting and whining when I cum, “Daddy Chad I’m cumming.” I can feel him throb in my pussy as I cum around his cock. He feels close to cumming too.

“Good girl Caitlin” he kisses my forehead.”Tell Daddy how much you need his seed. I’m so close.”

“Please, daddy, I want you to fill me. I’ve been such a good girl and I just wanna make daddy feel good and cum.”He has an intense loving warm gaze in his eyes as he cums balls deep inside of me. He grabs my hair in his hand to hold the gaze and I feel really warm and vulnerable with Daddy in a way that’s hard to explain. My little pussy is still squeezing his cock inside of me as cum begins to leak out. He then sets me down on the shower and dips his finger inside of me, “Fuck baby full of daddy’s cum leaking out, why don’t you taste?” He sticks his finger out for me to lick and suck the cum off. I feel so completely his and cared for as we finish cleaning each other up and get dressed for the day.

A loud buzz sound made Diana almost jump out of bed, dazed and confused. Madison grabbed her arm and dragged her back in bed caressing her face looking at her with loving, cozy eyes.

– “Morning, love, let’s get ready for the count.” Madison stretched on the bed after kissing Diana softly on her plump lips.

Both Madison and Lizzie got out of bed and went to the small sink in the cell. Lizzie slapped Madison’s ass playfully and they both splashed some cold water on their faces. They invited Diana to the sink as well, and she followed them, almost instantly waking up when the cold water hit her soft skin.

– “Come on, rise and shine, bitch, and go make your bed.” Said Lizzie smiling devilishly at Diana while starting to make her own bed. Diana started to make the bed in which she slept with Madison promptly while Madison started stretching and pacing inside the cell. After a few minutes, the cell doors opened.

– “Come babe, let’s get ready for the count.” said Madison as she grabbed Diana’s hand and guided her in front of the cell.

A guard entered the hallway holding a clipboard and stopped in front of every cell checking out the inmates and looking at the clipboard. At some cells she stopped a bit longer, and then instructed one or more inmates to follow her, forming a line behind her.

– “What’s she doing, where is she taking those inmates?” Diana whispered.

– “No ideas, love, never happened before, who knows?” answered Madison.

The guard arrived in front of Diana’s cell and scanned Madison and Lizzie. She then looked Diana straight in the eyes and then looked down on the clipboard.

– “You must be Rose, right?”

– “Yes…yes ma’am”

– “Okay inmate, move to the back of the line and follow me!”

– “Wait, where…where are we going?”

– “Back of the line, inmate, move it!”

Diana moved to the back of the line looking lost at Madison, who she could see she was looking concerned and scared at Diana. She followed the guard as she proceeded with the count, periodically looking back at Madison. She tapped the inmate in front of her gently on the shoulder and asked.

– “Heya, sorry, uhm, do you know where she is taking us?”

– “Bitch, shut the fuck up, I don’t know, we’ll see, and if you get me in trouble for speaking, I’ll kill your sorry ass, okay?” the inmate answered angered.

– “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you.” Diana replied scared.

When the guards finished the count, she went to the end of the hallway, followed by the line of six inmates. The hallway door opened and they arrived at a large staircase and they went downstairs to what seemed like a cold and moist basement. Diana could feel the cold covering her skin, almost making her forget about the itchiness caused by the rough fabric of the jumpsuit. They walked down a hallway, and arrived in front of a row of metal doors. The guard opened the first door, grabbing the first inmate in the line and guiding her inside, closing and locking the door afterwards. When she arrived at Diana, she grabbed her arm, and pushed Diana inside.

In the room, a guard was standing at a small table smoking a cigarette. She had perfectly plucked thick eyebrows and full lips, long golden earrings and a small tattoo on her neck. Her brown hair went down to her waist and her skin was like chocolate. She had a long tattoo sleeve on her right arm and her makeup was on point. She looked at Diana for almost a minute while she was finishing her cigarette as Diana was standing there looking down, and looking around the room from time to time clueless of what’s happening to her. The guard put out her cigarette and tapped her long white nails on the table.

– “On your knees, inmate!” the guard ordered.

– “S…Sorry?” Diana asked baffled.

– “I said, ON YOUR KNEES, INMATE!” the guard yelled as Diana’s pupils dilated.

Diana got on her knees esenler escort slowly, looking up at the guard sitting at the table. The guard then grabbed a file and opened it. She looked a bit through the file and then looked down at Diana.

– “Rose Diana, welcome to prison, you little junkie. As you know, or if you don’t know you’ll find out now, for drug-related offenses, you will also receive corporal punishment.”

– “Corporal punishment? What is this? What do you mean? This can’t be right!” Diana said terrified.

– “Shut up, junkie, did I ask your opinion?!” said the guard looking angry at Diana.

Diana stood there, almost crying thinking about what will happen next. The guard stood up and walked in front of Diana. She grabbed her face and lifted it up, looking Diana straight in the eyes.

– “It’s up to the executioner, me, Officer Christine, to decide each and every weekly punishment.” Said Christine with a sadistic and devilish look in her eyes. “Now, let’s see what should we do with you?”

– “Please, officer, please, don’t punish me, please, please.” said Diana struggling to speak, her face being clenched by Christine almost breaking down and crying.

– “Twenty. Lashes. Of the whip. On your bare back! Now get undressed, junkie!” Christine pronounced clearly every single word as she let go of Diana’s face.

– “No, no, no, nononono, please, no, please, please, no, no.” Diana muttered burying her face in her hands and then placing her hands on the floor almost laying down on the cold concrete floor.

Christine grabbed Diana’s jumpsuit, lifting her up and then pushing her so hard she stumbled and fell back on the floor on her side, while still muttering.

– “Get undressed now, Rose, or I’ll rip that jumpsuit myself!” yelled Christine.

– “Yes, yes ma’am!” said Diana getting up and unzipping her jumpsuit slowly. She then took it off, ashamed, looking straight down at the floor while covering her chest with both arms and crossing her thighs.

Christine looked at her and giggled, seeing her almost shaking while standing there naked in front of her. She got up on the table and spread her legs while tapping with her right hand between them.

– “Now, of course, we might be able to reduce the number of lashes to ten, Rose.”

– “I…I don’t really know what you mean, ma’am.”

– “God, what a stupid junkie! It means that if you eat me out properly, you’ll get less lashes, bitch!”

– “Yes…yes miss!” said Diana awkwardly. On one hand, she was absolutely terrified of Christine, and she never did anything quite like this before. On the other hand, she could reduce her punishment in half, so she decided that the humiliation of eating Christine out should definitely be less painful then the lashes.

– “Good, so, what are you waiting for? Move it inmate, on your knees!”

Diana walked up to Christine, and got down on her knees slowly, placing her head near Christine’s knees, quite far from between her legs. She looked up at Christine not knowing what to do next. Christine instructed her to take off her jeans and she unzipped then gently. She slid the pair of jeans over Christine’s hips, revealing her firm thighs and the white pair of panties she was wearing. She smelled so clean, just like you would after taking a long hot shower. She grabbed each side of Christines’ panties and slid them down slowly over her hips and thighs.

Diana moved her lips closer and closer to Christine’s delicate pussy, and pressed her lips gently just above it. She started shaking from fear and anxiety, kissing Christine again, this time, closer to her clitoris.

– “Inmate, I said eat me out, not kiss me, are you deaf or what?!”

Diana placed her lips slowly on Christine’s pussy, taking out the tip of her tongue and licked her clitoris with a gentle up and down motion. Christine stretched, revealing escort etiler her ribcage while letting her head down and inhaling deeply.

Diana continued with the same movement when Christine looked down on her and asked if this is all that she could do. She then started to alternate the up and down movements with slow and gentle circles on Christine’s lips. Then, all of a sudden, Christine reached down and grabbed a handful of Diana’s hair and pushed her violently deeper, smashing her plump lips on her pussy, and starting to move her head up and down fast. Diana started to gag and she tried to resist Christine’s movements as she started to retch uncontrollably. Christine then pushed her back angrily making her lose her balance and fall on the cold floor.

– “You fucking useless junkie, good for nothing piece of shit!” Christine yelled as Diana was still retching trying not to vomit.

– “For this you will get thirty lashes, you whore! Get up! I said get the fuck up now!” yelled Christine almost hysterically as she went to the cupboard and unlocked it. She took out a pair of thick, black leather handcuffs.

– “Give me your hands!”

– “Please, miss, please, I’m sorry, please, I beg you, please!!!” said Diana starting to break down and cry as Christine grabbed her right arm swiftly.

Christine put the handcuffs on Diana’s wrists, making sure to put them on as tight as humanly possible while Diana kept crying and begging for forgiveness. She pushed Diana to the center of the room, where two thick metal chains were hanging from the ceiling. She grabbed Diana’s arms and attached the handcuffs to the chains, so that Diana was standing straight up with her arms above her head in an X-shaped position. Christine opened the drawer and took out a single tail whip with the tip spilt into two short strips of leather.

– “Rose, you will count out loud and clear each and every lash, understood?!”

– “Please miss, please, I beg you, don’t whip me, I’ll do anything, please, I beg you!!!” Diana sobbed, feeling her legs getting weak.

Diana didn’t even have time to finish her sentence when she heard a loud cracking sound, followed almost immediately by the feeling of a long, searing line of fire across her bare bottom. The impact made her thrust her hips forward violently, to the point where she was pulled back by the thick metal chains. She let out a loud, long scream, which made her voice crackle. Christine came behind her and grabbed her hair pulling her head back.

– “Understood, bitch?!”

– “YES, YES MA’AM!”

– “Good, loud and clear, bitch!”

Christine pushed her head back then tossed her hair gently on one side, letting it fall on Diana’s juicy right breast. She placed her fingers on Diana’s neck and then drew a line down her spine up to the triangle of peach fuzz on Diana’s lower back which made her shiver.

– “Now, you will suffer, junkie!” said Christine laughing as she took a few steps back.

Diana started to breathe faster and faster still feeling the line drawn on her back by Christine. She could feel her the air touching her bare back, each millimeter of it tingling then, she heard the loud crack again, this time feeling the line of fire on her upper back. She could feel the tip of the whip burning through the skin of her upper right shoulder. The crack was again followed by a loud scream and the sound of the chains rattling.

-“ONE!” yelled Diana.

Diana could feel the whip burning into her skin, and as soon as the pain from the first lash started to numb down Christine swung the whip and applied the second lash. Diana was grabbing tightly the chains, straining her muscles with each lash, as the entire process continued almost rhythmically. The loud crack, the burning line, the scream, the hip thrust forward, the rattling of the chain and the number, painting long red stripes on Diana’s fatih escort back. After the 14th lash, Diana asked with a cracking voice:

– “Please miss, can I get some water, please?” Diana asked feeling her entire mouth dry and her throat coarse from all the screaming.

Christine stopped for a moment and came in front of Diana looking her straight in the eyes. She raised the whip and placed it near Diana’s lips.

– “Hold it, bitch!” Christine ordered as Diana opened her mouth slowly and bit gently the hilt of the whip. Christine went out of the room and came back with a glass of water. She went in front of Diana and took the whip from her and placed the glass of water near her lips. Diana lowered her chin and started to drink slowly from the glass, the cold water refreshing her lips.

Christine left the empty glass on the floor and went to her previous position behind Diana. She took a moment to admire her work which consisted in long red stripes and welts on Diana’s white back. She raised the whip again, executing the 15th lash which wrapped around Diana’s torso and hit her straight on the side of her right breast. She screamed and started to pull on the chains violently shaking her head left and right from the intense pain and burn.

– “It hit my breast, it hurts so much, please, I can’t take it anymore, please, I beg you, please!!!” Diana yelled and started to cry.

– “Count, bitch, I didn’t hear the number!” Christine yelled.

– “Please miss, please, I can’t take it anymore!” Diana sobbed and begged.

– “Listen you stupid junkie, count, or I’ll whip you until you faint!” ordered Christine.

– “Fifteen, fifteen!” said Diana while crying.

Christine, clearly angered by Diana’s sobbing and begging, made sure that the next lash also landed on the side of Diana’s breast and ribcage, causing her to shake and drop, hanging from the chains tied to the ceiling. She counted the lash and got up on her feet again, the tears falling from her big eyes down her red cheeks. Christine continued the lashes cruelly, admiring Diana’s body dancing under her whip. She stopped at the 27th lash and went behind Diana, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back.

– “You will remember these last lashes your entire life, bitch!” said Christine with a devilish tone and then pushed Diana’s head back. She stepped back and then started to execute the last lashes in quick succession one after the other while Diana was pulling on the chains and twisting around violently screaming while feeling the barrage of lashes on her bare back. Christine didn’t stop at the third lash and continue to execute a total of seven more lashes until Diana’s legs failed her and she was left hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, crying in agony. Christine dropped the whip on the floor and went in front of Diana and looked at her.

– “Get up, bitch!” Christine ordered. Diana pulled herself slowly with the last bit of strength she had left in her body.

– “Next time, you better learn to eat pussy like the whore you are.” giggled Christine while starting to caress Diana’s firm breasts. She then grabbed her nipples between two fingers and twisted them and then pulled down on them. Diana felt the sharp pain coming from her nipples and echoing all over her body, bringing her down again. Christine grabbed her chin and lifted her face up, making Diana look her straight in the eyes.

– “Open your mouth like a whore, come on!” ordered Christine. Diana stood there, with her eyes red from crying, and her body slightly shaking from the abuse she’s been through. Christine raised her hand and slapped her across her right cheek with the back of her hand.

– “Open your mouth!” Christine repeated as Diana opened her mouth slowly. Christine brought her face close to Diana’s and then spat in her mouth slowly, then forced her mouth shut and making her swallow her spit, then slapped her cheek gently three times.

– “Good whore! I can’t wait to see you next time, junkie!” said Christine with a devilish look while she took off Diana’s handcuffs and then left her alone in the room, on the cold floor, crying and sobbing, hugging herself.

I was getting ready for the night. All clean, and ready to play dirty. Clothes are laid out, my heart starts to race in excitement.

Pulling on my black lace crotch less panties. Feel so smooth against my skin, lace outlining my ass, cool breeze between my legs. Leather dress- admiring myself in the mirror. “I’m in charge. He’s mine tonight. He will obey.” I state as I grin. I slip my thigh high black boots on, grab the bag of toys and off I go.

I send him the text:

I want you in a button down- you’re willing to part with and boxers. Waiting

for me in the room.

He knew the place. But this time was different. It was MY turn.

I arrive, knowing he should have been there 20 min ago. He wouldn’t dare be late or suffer the consequences.

When I walk into the room, he’s sitting in the chair, dressed in a white button-down shirt and grey tight boxers. It became very clear, the moment I walked in, how excited he was. His hard cock twitched in his boxers, starting to show itself to me. The sexual tension was so thick in the air, I could smell the pheromones between us.

“I want you right here. In front of me in your knees.” I said.

“If it pleases you Madam.” He said.

My heart is racing. I can feel myself getting wetter just standing there, as he kneeled before me.

“You may stand,” I speak, as I run my hand along his cheek, stopping beneath his chin- lifting it so his eyes meet mine.

He’s so fucking hot- I think. I can see the submission in his eyes. He has given himself completely to me.

We are standing in front of a chair. I use the force of my leather boot to push him back. As he slips into the chair, I rest the heel of my boot at his waistline. Leaning over towards him, I whisper, “You’re going to make me cum, and feel pleasure like I have never experienced. I want you to suck on me like I am the last piece of your favorite candy.”

“Yes ma’am” he says with excitement in his voice.

“Because if you don’t, I can promise that you won’t be allowed to cum for 2 weeks! And you will be brought to the edge over and over again, but denied. Even when you can’t take it anymore.”

I can hear him gulp. “Yes Madam.”

I walk over to the other chair, knowing he is watching, I place one foot on it, slowly unzip my boot, rub my hands to my leg to the bottom of my dress. I can see his cock twitching. I pull that boot off and repeat the same thing with the other boot. This time, I bring my hands under my dress, feeling how wet my pussy feels. “Mmmmmmm” I said, “time for you to taste it”.

I had him lay on the bed, I crawled to him, then straddled him, where my wet pussy was over his beşiktaş escort hard cock. I smiled a wicked smile and started grinding my pussy on him. I could feel him getting harder underneath me and his cock trying to press through his boxers.

“No, no, no”, I said as I lifted off of him and swatted at that cock.

I knew he was shocked at first, but then moaned in pleasure. I swatted him again, only this time with more force.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“If it pleases you…” he replied.

“I asked you if you liked that!” I said more sternly, swatting his cock one more time.

“Yes ma’am. I love the pleasure I feel when you do that”.

“Good”, I said to him as I grin. I pull my dress over my head, leaving me only in my lace panties and exposing my tits.

I can see him lick his lips as soon as he sees my nipples. They are already starting to get hard. They stand erect from my breast, just waiting, longing to be sucked on.

I grabbed his shirt in either side and tore it apart, sending buttons everywhere! We both gasped!

I took 2 fingers from each hand, grabbed his nipples, and pulled them towards me. He was moaning in pleasure. I quickly let go and flicked them. “Not yet!”

I leaned down and whispered in his ear- “Suck on me! Pleasure me! Make me cum!”

I moved myself forward, meticulously placing my clit at his tongue. As if there was a magnet pulling his lips to my wet pussy lips, he latched onto them. He wrapped his arms up and over my legs, pulling me down onto his face. It was with such force, that immediately I felt my clit begin to throb, my hips begin to buck underneath me, and drip pure wetness into his awaiting mouth. I had to grab onto the headboard because as quick as one orgasm ended, the next one began! He was sucking, kissing, and driving his tongue deep inside of me.

“Oh my God!!!” I screamed out. “Holy fuck!” Over and over those sensations of warmth and tingling rolled through my clit into my pelvis, causing the muscles to begin to tire. The pleasure was more intense than I could have expected.

When I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, I commanded him to stop- through gasps of heavy breathing.

Trying to catch my breath, I pulled myself off him.

“You have pleased me well” I said to him, once I recovered. “You will be rewarded. I want you to sit on the edge of the bed.”

He smiled at me, and brought his tight muscular ass to the edge of the bed, and dropped his feet on the floor.

I slid off the bed, walked around to stand in front of him. He looked incredible. Just sitting there, awaiting his next command, looking at escort çapa me longingly. I find him so incredibly sexy. Looking at him from the bottom up: incredible muscular legs- you can tell he is active by the muscle definition of his calves and quads. His ass- mmmm- I love squeezing it, and spanking it. His cock- oh that cock of his. It is standing erect right now, trying to poke out of his boxers. It is not the largest cock that I have had, but it is certainly the most delicious and responsive to me. At its hardest point, it is 6″ long, and just over 5″ in girth. I can wrap my hand around it, and use one hand to make it erupt for me. His nipples are erect, they are standing out from his chest, with his shirt just resting on his shoulders. They are so sensitive under my touch. His face- soft lips that feel amazing against my body, strong outlines of his cheek and jaw lines, his eyes staring at me from behind his glasses- I stare deep into them and feel myself getting lost. I shake my head out of the clouds.

“Stand up.” I command. He obeys. I grab his shirt on both sides, and slowly drop it off him. Next, I wrap my fingers around his waistband and pull myself close to him. I bring my lips close to his ear, blow into it, kiss it, and take his earlobe into my mouth and suck hard. He moans in response. I pull him in closer, I can now feel his breath in my neck, my nipples poke into his chest, and my lace panties rub against his boxers. I run my tongue down to his back, kissing it under his jawline. Slowly, I kiss down to his chest, first taking his right nipple into my mouth: I run my tongue on it, flicking it, then sucking on it really hard, grabbing it between my teeth and pulling it out towards me. He purrs in pleasure, and I release his nipple. I repeat the same thing on the other side.

I start to lower myself onto my knees, pulling his boxers to the floor with me. There, right before me, is his cock- hard and twitching in anticipation

“Sit.”, I said, he does. I spread his knees apart, move in close, and blow a cool breeze onto his cock and balls. “Are you ready?” I ask. Before giving him a second to answer, I engulf his hard cock into my mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” he moaned, flipping his head back.

I smiled, and with his cock still in my mouth, I grabbed his balls with my hand, squeezed them and pulled them towards the ground. I could hear groans coming from him, with incomprehensible words. I had him in my grip.

I was moving my mouth up and down his shaft, one hand moving from his balls to his cock, and then I moved up to his nipples and I squeezed them. And hard. I could feel the tension building inside cihangir escort of him. He was moaning, his cock growing harder in my mouth, I knew he was getting ready to cum soon. I pulled my hands off his nipple, slowed movement of my hand and mouth on him. And….. stopped. Bringing him right to the edge, and pulling back. He gasped, eyes were wide, “You… you just….”

“Edging,” I whispered, as a grin came across my face. “I want more. Now.”

His breathing was still somewhat labored, his cock still twitching in front of me. “What pleases you Madam?” He spoke breathlessly.

“Massage my breasts. Make me know you want them. Need them. If not, you will get punished til you get it right. “I demanded.

I laid on the bed, leaving plenty of room for him all around me. Quickly, he straddled my waist, his balls laying on my stomach, leaving me full access. He cupped the first breast in his hands kneading it slowly, very slowly.

Smack! I hit his balls with my hand. He jumped and stared at me. “Please me! Luca massages them better with his tongue than whatever you are doing right now. Again!”

He had a look on his face, with his eyes opened wide, a humiliation, being compared to my masseuse. He knew that he better try harder. Or…..should he? He enjoyed that feeling of his balls being smacked. That pain brought him sheer pleasure.

“Yes Madam.” As he cupped the other breast now, but again, slowly, very slowly massaging it.

Smack! This time I hit his cock and sack a little harder. “I know you can do better than that. Do I need to have Luca come over and show you how to properly massage these breasts? I think you may be enjoying the smacking too much. Next time, I won’t be so nice. “

A wry smile came across his face, but he knew I was serious.

He returned his hands to the first breast. Kneading the breast, then grabbing the nipple between his fingers and squeezing it and pulling it away from my body. I moan in response. I love when he does that. The other hand finds the opposite breast and starts massaging it. Then, as I close my eyes to lose myself in this, he leans over and begins sucking on the first nipple. Caressing it with his tongue. Flicking it! It feels so good. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. My clit is getting more swollen, and my hips start moving. He notices that I am pleased, and picks up the pace. He is switching between breasts, his lips, his tongue, his hands. Oh, the pressure is building. I don’t know if I can hold it in anymore.

“I’m cumming!!” I scream. “Ohhhhh myyyyyyy Godddddd!!!” I can’t stop. It’s overwhelming. And he doesn’t stop. Relentless, he is, pleasuring my breasts, until I can take no more. “Ok, stop! Please stop!” I call out.

Just as quick as he began, he stops.

Pleased to the maximum of my ability, we stop. I look at him, deep into his eyes. “You’ve pleased me well. You will be rewarded. “

To be continued…

Synopsis: Layla Dahamrai has just begun her second year at university. She’s acing every class and is one of the department’s best students in her cohort. However, she’s not getting along with her professor in her East Asian Regimes & Empires class, not that it’s really her fault. It doesn’t help that she’s hot for her teacher either. Sebastian Henderson expects the best out of his students, given he’s teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in London. He’s had enough of Layla stumbling into his class late at the beginning of the semester. In the six years he’s been teaching in academia, he has never desired a student until now. Layla and Sebastian will soon come to realise they have more in common during, and definitely out of, office hours.

Chapter 8: Getting Coffee

02/01/2018

It’s the beginning of January and I start shivering as I exit Marble Arch station in the early darkness. I spot Sebastian standing by the exit leading to Hyde Park with his arms crossed. He’s dressed in all black, from his long wool coat down to his leather gloves and black combat boots. My professor is quite a tasty dish. I make my way over to him and he smiles when he spots me. It makes my heart throb. I’m dressed in all black as well but it doesn’t make me any more incognito and under the bright lights of the city.

The cold still affects me through my tight jeans, bulky sweater and ankle-length coat. I try my best to walk normally towards him as I placed a special little treat between my legs for him… and for myself. I have got two jiggle balls in my cunt. I’m clamping on them with every movement I make, especially after that tube journey, I’ve become super sensitive. I guess it doesn’t help that I’ve placed a vibrating butt plug inside my ass as well.

“Hi,” I place my gloved hand in his as he greets me and pulls me to him. “I’ve missed you.” Sebastian kisses my cheek and draws me in for a hug. I nuzzle my face against his chest and savour his scent and warmth.

“It’s only been two weeks,” I giggle and breathe the words against his chest. I look up at him as he holds me in his embrace, “I’ve missed you, too.” Sebastian leans back into me and I catch my breath when he bends down to brush his lips against mine. It starts out soft with a little gentle exploration but he takes possession of my lips soon after. He becomes more passionate and purposeful as he kisses me which encourages me to tiptoe against him. I moan as his mouth grinds against mine and the way his tongue traces the crease of my lips. The kiss is heady, dizzying and all-consuming. Sebastian pulls away from me and I blush at our very public display of affection.

“Shall we?” Sebastian asks as he releases me and takes my hand in his. I nod my head in excitement as he takes me to the winter market for our date.

The date is blissful. It wasn’t like our other dates where we would usually huddle in a corner of an exclusive and dimly lit restaurant, or a cinema, or working together in an off-campus library far apart from each other. I know it’s risky to be seen in public together but I always appreciate the fact that he’d take the chance and still take me on dates under bright lights. Sebastian takes me on so many rides that I begin to feel a little rundown with the balls inside me. I almost have an orgasm on the way down of each rollercoaster.

“Hey, can you slow down a little bit?” I’m panting and my face is flushed. Sebastian takes my face in his palm and assesses my face. His face turns pale and his cheery expression turns to look of deep concern and worry.

“You’re flushed,” he says as he takes his leather glove off to press the back of his palm against my temple. “it doesn’t seem to be a fever. How’s your stomach? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just need a little break from all of the rides,” and all of the walking around, I need to take a seat.

Sebastian’s face is flooded with relief. “Why didn’t you just tell me so? Let’s get a drink to warm us up.” I nod eagerly at his suggestion. I soon find myself sitting down with a bench I’ve bagged for us. He brings over his coffee and a mulled wine for me.

“Thanks,” I reach out and take the drink with one hand and he picks up the other to kiss it before he sits down. I blush at the romantic gesture and wiggle on my chair trying to forget about the balls lodged in my pussy. He raises an eyebrow at me as I struggle to sit still.

“Are you sure you’re okay, my love?” he asks me as he sips on his coffee. Sebastian holds my hand and strokes his thumb across it under the table as he sits next to me.

“I have a little confession to make, Professor Henderson,” I lean over and whisper in his ear. Sebastian’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at my words. “You have to promise not to laugh because I think I’ve made a horrible mistake and I need to fix it now.” I keel over the table slightly and drink my mulled wine.

Sebastian’s eyes are lit up with amusement. “I promise not to bağcılar escort laugh. Now, will you please tell me what you’ve done? You’ve been this way since the first ride. Please don’t tell me you’ve been forcing yourself on them and you’re actually afraid.” The words rush out of him before he takes a huge gulp of his scalding hot coffee.

I shake my head. “It’s not that,” I clear my throat and take another sip of mulled wine. I lower my voice into a whisper again, “I’ve got two jiggle balls inside my… you know…” I squeeze my eyes shut as I spill the words out of my mouth. He doesn’t keep his word and starts laughing loudly. “Stop! You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” I smack him on the shoulder but it just encourages him to carry on laughing.

He tries to breathe properly as he talks. “I’m sorry. Why did you not tell me?” he asks me as struggles to stop laughing at my torment.

“I didn’t think we were going to go on any rides. I thought it was just going to be a long stroll around the market.” His laughter is contagious and I start laughing alongside him. “Then you wanted to go on them. I couldn’t reveal the surprise to you before we got back to yours. What was I supposed to do?” I take a deep breath as I laugh and admit, “There’s something else.”

He briefly pauses his laughter to ask, “What else could you have done?” Sebastian and I try not to choke on our drinks before I tell him my second error of the night. I cuddle closer to him when he wraps an arm around my waist.

I lean my face into his shoulder. “There’s a vibrating butt plug, too. I was going to give you the remote but I chickened out after the first ride.” Sebastian bursts out into laughter again. “I know! I know! I should have told you. I just didn’t think I’d end up looking so flushed,” I hiss at him under my breath.

Sebastian calms down and leans into me. “Do you want me to take them out?” he whispers the question into my ear earnestly.

“No!” I say a little too loudly and bring my voice to whisper once more. “I have not gone through all of this just to throw in the towel now.” Sebastian smiles as he finishes his coffee and starts rubbing my thigh.

“Can I get the remote now? I promise not to take you on any more rides tonight.” I contemplate his request as I finish my mulled wine.

“You also promised you wouldn’t laugh,” I smile at him and find the remote in my purse. “However, it wouldn’t hurt to unload the weight of my purse,” I say as I slip the remote into his coat pocket.

“I’m honoured that you trust me enough to still hand this over,” he says as he kisses my cheek. “Shall we go take a stroll through the market then?” I shake my head in exasperation. I might be exhausted but I’m still excited to see how my professor plans to torment me tonight.

To my disappointment Sebastian doesn’t use the remote, he keeps his word and we just take a stroll through the winter market. The only times he teased me was when he took pictures of us together and let me think that in the brief pauses of our walk he’d turn on the vibrating butt plug.

We eventually leave the winter market together soon afterwards. I’m so aroused by the jiggle balls and the butt plug, he could take me to a dark area of the park, rut with me like a wild animal and I’d cum within seconds. Sebastian holds my hand and holds the bag which holds the set of earrings and assortment of rings he bought for me with the other. I don’t notice him slipping his other hand into his pocket on the tube journey to Sloane Square. I relax knowing he probably won’t use the vibrator. I’m leaning against the pole as Sebastian stands over me.

My eyes are closed as I listen to the thrum of the tube and feel secure under Sebastian’s protective arms as he holds me up when the train swings violently. I jolt against the pole when the butt plug suddenly whirs to life in my arse. I look up into Sebastian’s eyes and find him staring down at me with a hooded gaze. Who would have thought my professor would be evil enough to try and bring me to climax on a brightly lit tube?

“Mm…” I whimper and wiggle my arse up and down the pole. Sebastian grabs my hip with one hand and keeps me upright.

He bends down and whispers against my ear. “You don’t want to draw attention to us, do you?” Sebastian’s warning doesn’t help me at all. I struggle to stand still with all the stimulation. He presses his lips to my temple and strokes my hair out of my face. I pout at him as he torments me while he’s got the widest grin on his face. I push his scarf away to grab the lapels of his coat and press my body against his. My nipples need his attention. It’s been too long since they’ve gotten the pull they deserve.

We arrive at our stop and Sebastian is kind enough to stop the vibrator to let me get off the train. We’re walking through the station and the second we leave he turns the damn vibrator on again. I stumble over and he has to catch me before I fall. I’m beginning to seriously regret handing over that fucking escort bahçelievler remote to him. The jiggle balls become increasingly hard to hold onto as we walk to his house. The problem is that he turns it on and off as we walk. I’m on high alert throughout the walk and every time he turns the vibrator back on I pull my knees together and cling onto his arm.

“Sebastian… Give me a break!” I whine as he turns the vibrator back on. As we round the corner to his home it finally happens. The pressure that was building up inside me finally exploded a few metres away from his house. “Ah!” I bite my lip and almost fall to the ground. Sebastian puts his arm around my waist and helps me hobble the final few metres to his house as I ride out my orgasmic high.

I wait for him to open the door and he finally turns off the vibrator as he reaches for his keys. “Did you enjoy yourself, Miss Dahamrai?” I roll my eyes at his teasing. My professor was the world’s biggest tease! Here I am trying to give him a little surprise and I literally handed him the means to turn the tables on me against my better judgement.

I nudge my elbow into his side and storm through the front door. “Of course I did.”

“Be careful, Layla, you might have me thinking you’re actually angry with me.” Sebastian doesn’t stop smiling. I can’t hold my glare at him any longer. I’m not really angry and he knows that because he’s learned how to read my body language and how I respond to him in almost four months.

“I’m not,” I say as I smile back at him lazily. “I’m just a little strung out thanks to all the toys. I’m going to take them out.” He laughs when I wince as I bend over to untie my boots. Once I kick off the shoes, I make my ascent to his bathroom, then stop to turn back to him to find him adjusting the heating. “Are you planning to join me or not, Professor Henderson?” Sebastian flashes me that wicked smile of his and walks over to me in a few strides to throw me over his shoulder. “Ah! Professor Henderson! You’re such a brute!”

“That’s the reason why you fell in love with me!” Sebastian smacks my bottom and carries me up the stairs.

———-

Sebastian puts me down as we enter the bathroom. I pull him further into the bathroom and smile at him. Skipping over to the large ceramic tub, I turn the tap, then pour in the bath gels as the tub fills with steaming water. I face Sebastian and smile as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. “It’s far too cold to share the shower,” I say as I lean against the edge of the bathtub.

My cheeks turn red as he admires me across the bathroom. I gather enough courage to walk across and touch his chest. We’ve been doing this for so long and I still blush and act coyly around him in these moments. My hands push under his trousers and pull up his black jumper over his head. Sebastian pulls his shirt off as I work on undoing the belt on his trousers. I lick my lips as I stare at his muscular torso and reach out to touch the hard muscles across his chest. Sebastian stiffens under my caress until I make my way back to his trousers.

He reaches out to stroke my hair away from my face while I unbutton his trousers. I push my hands under the material and I stroke my hand against his hard cock as it stays pressed against his stomach. It was on proud display for me. As I bend down to pull him out of his trousers and underwear, I stroke him, all the way from the head to the base. Sebastian growls as I tease him and roughly pulls me up from the floor. God, does he look glorious naked.

Sebastian holds my hips and spins me around. My bulky sweater and t-shirt are quickly pulled over my head in one quick motion. His hands wrap around my waist and pop the buttons of my jeans loose with a few flicks of his fingers. Sebastian bends to tug my jeans down alongside my underwear. I climb out of my clothing and turn back to face him as he rolls off our socks.

I grow anxious with anticipation as he just stares at me. I push aside those thoughts and arch my back so he can inspect me thoroughly rather than hide my breasts and sex with my hands. Sebastian swallows hard, his pupils are even more dilated than they were on the tube, and he licks his lips. It’s hard to focus when I can’t take my eyes off of his body. I desperately want to reach out and touch his carved chest and stomach, maybe caress my fingers against his broad shoulders or trim hips, and stroke his thick thighs or his heavy dick. I want him right now.

I take a step forward and press my body against his. Reaching up the stroke his hair out of his face, he leans forward into my touch and groans. “What do you want to do now, Professor Henderson?” Sebastian doesn’t say anything and snakes his around my arse to cup the curve of my buttocks. I gasp as he removes the butt plug and I finally get some relief. I wait for him to help me remove the jiggle balls but he motions me to the tub. “Alright, if that’s what you want,” I smirk at him.

Sebastian bakırköy escort guides me to the tub, holding my hand, helping me balance myself as I step into the water. I moan as the heat of the steamy water touches my cold skin. I situate myself in the tub and stick my feet under the heat of the open tap. I groan at the pleasure of the warmth washing over my skin. Sebastian gathers the candles I stashed in one of the drawers before Christmas. He lights them up near the tub and dims the light in the bathroom.

I shut the tap off with my toes and settle into the tub. Sebastian comes to kneel beside me and watches my body through the murky water. I lean my head back against the tub and watch him as he dips his hand in the water to caress my thick thighs and plump hips. It’s been months since we’d started this but we were still learning each other’s bodies. There was so much to learn and explore.

I brazenly part my legs and prop one of them over the edge of the tub. My breasts were peaking over the edge of the water. The heat of the water against my sex feels so good I can’t help it when another moan escapes my lips. “Miss Dahamrai, you are such a wanton,” Sebastian breathes against my ear.

I bat my lashes at him and innocently say, “Professor Henderson, it’s you who wants to touch and see and explore…” Sebastian continues to smile slyly at how I open myself for him. His hand moves downwards and touches my sex. It’s unlike him and I jolt in surprise. Sebastian eases his fingers inside me and pulls on the string holding the two balls together inside me.

“Ah!” I whimper as Sebastian slowly removes them. He presents them over me by holding them in the air. I turn to look back at him and he’s smiling at me proudly.

“You’re the most wonderful student a teacher could ask for,” Sebastian says as he leans in to kiss my cheek. When he puts the jiggle balls down, he reaches out to stroke my breasts gently, starting off by gently rubbing my thumb over my nipples.

“God, I’ve missed your fingers on my nipples.” Sebastian massages his thumb against the piercing and my eyes roll back. “The wait over the holidays was far too long. I can’t wait to have your mouth on them. Can you rub them a little harder, Professor Henderson?”

Sebastian nods and firms his thumb around the already hard nub. I throw my arms out of the water and grab the edges of the tub. “Mm… Oooh…” I can’t help but cry out at his touch. “Ugh… Agh…” Sebastian lets go of the first nipple and moves on to stimulate the second one. I wriggle my hips in the tub as he swirls and pinches my nipple. The feeling is exquisite. I can’t wait for him to finally clamp them and he can torture me thoroughly once again.

I was begging to grow impatient and urge my hips upwards as I begin to sink further into the wide tub. He dips his other hand into the water and strokes the rest of my front. His fingers tease the rolls of my stomach, the fullness of my hips and tease the opening of my cunt. I sink further into the tub and lift my hips to the top of the water.

He cups his palm against my pussy. I jolt against him. The jiggle balls and butt plug have left me feeling very sensitive tonight. Sebastian leans over to suckle and kiss my damp throat. I wrap my arms around him as he does so. I let him press his weight against me, I writhe under the way his lips traces my collar bone, I groan as he nips at my sensitive flesh. Sebastian holds me with one hand against my back while his fingers work their magic against my pussy.

“Ugh, yes, just like that, Professor Henderson.” Sebastian begins rubbing my clit with his thumb. There was little need to guide him in pleasuring my cunt. He knew me too well at this point. I continue to push my hips upwards as Sebastian circles my clit. I can’t help but move rhythmically against him.

“Watching you find your pleasure is the most wonderful sight in the world, Layla.” I couldn’t breathe as he admires me moving against his fingers. I’m holding onto the tub so tightly I think I may be strong enough to break it.

“Agh! Ugh!” Sebastian’s eyes grow wide with delight as I jolt against his fingers. I haven’t quite cum just yet. My hair begins to fall into the water. “I’m almost there. Mm… Oh God, I-” The pleasure shook my body so hard I barely made a sound as my climax heat me. I grind my cunt against his fingers and ride out the waves of pleasure. I throw my head back against the tub and start crying out in the bathroom. The water drips over the edge from my hands and legs as Sebastian continues to rub my clit. I’m about to fully sink into the water when Sebastian’s hand moves to hold me up by the waist.

“Hey, I don’t want you drowning on me,” I huff at a deep breath and lean back as he climbs into the tub with me. Does it get any better than watching your hot and sexy professor get all slick and wet in the bathtub with you?

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Sebastian wraps his arms around me tightly and pulls me to lay against his chest. Now that we’ve finished cleaning each other up, we can relax against the tub, and sit there peacefully until we are ready to go at it again. “Where should I leave a review for such a good cleaning service, Professor Henderson?” I lean my head back and my wet hair curls around his arms and chest. Sebastian pinches my waist.

A Message from a Mistress/Master – Trust

This isn’t a story. I am not sure how to explain it.

It is a letter, written to no one in particular but an explanation of the power of TRUST in a very complex relationship between a Dominant Mistress or Master and a very submissive sub. No not a slave, or a pet, although they are words some uninformed may use, but a sub, one who is totally and completely submissive to her Mistress and or Master. It is written in a way where a Dom is explaining to a sub the importance of trust.

“Trust is the most important element in any relationship.” It is a statement used over many years for all kinds of reasons and all kinds of relationships. Loving relationships between two or more people. Diplomatic agreements between nations. A business arrangement between two or more corporations.

But even more so when it is a Ds relationship.

And more so again, when that Ds relationship is online.

And again, more so when the two in that Ds relationship are on opposite sides of the world.

Losing kağıthane escort that trust for any reason and the foundations on which the relationship is built becomes not only unstable but in most cases terminal.

Having made that point, I do believe that a Dom or Domme should go out of his or her way to protect the welfare of their sub, by all means possible. That should be part of her oath to their sub when she is collared. Having a formal agreement, in my mind, is essential, it can step out who is meant to do what, and what both sub and Domme/Dom should expect from the relationship.

The Dom/Domme MUST have empathy. Without empathy, there can be no Ds relationship, if the Dom/Domme doesn’t know how a sub is feeling about set tasks or simple submissive requests, how can they ensure their sub’s welfare is protected?

At times, it may appear to the sub that her Master or Mistress has broken their sacred oath, to protect their emotional welfare. A Mistress or Master must know their sub levent escort intimately, that goes without saying, so knowing how strong your sub is can help you frame your requests and demands. This way it is unlikely a true Master or Mistress will ever break their oath knowingly.

This is where TRUST comes into play.

Even though a sub may feel betrayed, hurt, abandoned and even cast aside. They cannot know what is in the mind of their Mistress or Master. Even if such things are spoken about.

A sub can’t put herself into the shoes of a Dom/Domme. The mindset won’t allow it.

I do believe that there comes a time when even the most submissive of subs need to flex their muscles. (Never in a physical sense, but metaphorically speaking.) To speak their mind, knowing how to approach that time is an important essence in communicating. All good Masters and Mistresses need to allow such times when a sub can come to them and express themselves without fear of offending.

They need to be able to express maslak escort their darkest fears and their most erotic desires. The place to do so is in a warm and safe haven, in the arms of their Mistress or Master. Where they know their trust will not be betrayed.

But if it is betrayed, only the very strongest of subs are able to overcome that betrayal and forgive. It can take a lifetime to rebuild that trust. If it can be rebuilt at all. In most cases, once trust has been broken by either party, it signals the end. Not always, but nearly always.

Words alone are not enough. Actions are required.

This is where time zones and the tyranny of distance becomes your worst enemy. Nothing beats a phone call or a video call or even better a face-to-face meeting. Hearing your partner tell you they are sorry, feeling them next to you looking into their eyes, is worth more than any flowers or gifts.

This is why a long-distance online Ds relationship is the hardest of all relationships to endure.

When time is on your side. When you are 20 or 30 years old and your life is in front of you, there is time. But when you are looking backwards at what your life has been it is then you realize that every waking and sleeping moment, every word and every action is priceless.

So, TRUST needs to be understood.

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly’s frequent binding at the Vatspalt’s discretion pushes their concubine deeper into total submission. With their plaything strapped down and helpless, Momma instructs Louise and Cassy to force-feed their special places to Lilly. Bound in their bedroom, Lilly is compelled to watch Momma and Daddy have sex while receiving no pleasure of her own. Lilly and Cassy share an intimate evening together. Cassy binds Lilly in a compromising position. With her best friend’s help, Lilly’s special place and bottom are penetrated at the same time with two exciting new toys. The girls head to Lake Tahoe and decide to throw a party with some new friends. During a humiliating admission, Lilly’s subjugation to the Vatspalt family is shared with a room full of strangers. Blindfolded, naked and bound, Lilly is turned over by her sisters to the ravenous desires of the partygoers. Cassy invites Lilly to an important family holiday celebration.

The Swedish words for pussy (fitta, slidan, snippa), cock (kuk) and asshole (stanga) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

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A month later, the girls were in Cassy’s room. The door was closed and they were lounging on their beds. Tucked under the covers, they were both nude and looking at their phones. They could hear the sounds of Momma and Daddy fucking from down the hall.

“Do you want to watch them?” asked Lilly. “I do.” She felt she learned things by watching them and she particularly enjoyed seeing his impressive dick cleave Momma’s glistening pussy. She laid a hand over her tummy. Daddy’s delicious extract was sloshing around in there, and so was Erik’s. Knowing this made Lilly happy. She thought about the lovely face fucking she’d received as they watched TV earlier this evening and, under the blankets, a little hill went up and down as she absently fingered herself. Lilly was no longer concerned about doing such a thing in front of her best friend.

She thought about what was going on in the other room. The first night Lilly slept over at the Vatspalts, Cassy had suggested they sneak down the hall and surreptitiously watch her parents having sex. They had reguarly been taking in the show ever since.

Crawling on hands and knees, they would lay on the floor and peek their heads around the door to the master bedroom. The bed was always illuminated with the tiny lights recessed in the ceiling because Cassy’s parents never turned them off. Lilly appreciated this because darkness would have ruined the fun and there was a delicious deviousness to spying that she found highly arousing.

As they watched, Lilly’s special place would froth, darkening the crotch of her Hello Kitty panties. When Momma and Daddy finished, the girls would go back to bed. After Cassy fell asleep, Lilly silently masturbated; fantasizing about Daddy doing to her what he did to Momma.

Things were different now. She never wore any clothing in the Vatspalt home and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her Hello Kitty panties. But what the spying could never accomplish was Lilly’s real desire, which was to be invited to join them. Now, things were looking up. Since being given her lovely cuffs, she found herself frequently bound and placed on display for her second family, or used for their desires, including being a forced audience to her ‘parents’ love-making sessions in their bedroom.

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Her evening binding typically began just before dinner. After undressing, inserting her butt plug and fastening the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles at the front door, Lilly helped set the table. The metal clips and loops made little tinkling noises as she moved around the kitchen and dining room.

This was most often the time that Daddy and Erik would request Lilly get on her knees. Before doing so, she would dutifully turn around so her wrists could be bound. Daddy always got to go first and she would look up at him with big eyes and open her mouth like a Good Girl as he took hold of her pigtails. Erik went next and when he finished, he would unclip her wrists so she could use the bathroom. She needed to wash her face becasue he enjoyed pulling out at the last minute; shooting his come over her cheeks and nose and eyes.

With that done, Louise or Cassy would then sit her in a chair and dutifully clasp her ankles to the legs and her wrists behind the padded back, thus pushing her breasts forward. The girls would tuck her chair snuggly beneath the table so as to properly present her mounded flesh as they rested on a dinner plate.

Lilly was then spoon fed by Daddy and she found this to be a very loving, giving experience. He would ask her what she wanted and she would tell him. A moment later a fork with the perfect amount of food would be presented to her lips, followed by a sip of wine. If something got stuck to her chin, he would gently dab a napkin to her face before laying it back in her lap. Sometimes, when he replaced the napkin, he would slip a finger or two inside her special place, swirl them around esenler escort for a moment and then remove them. When he did this, Lilly would shudder against her bindings, her breasts jiggling atop the cool porcelain plate they rested on. He would either taste her for himself, present them to Momma, or gently push his fingers between her lips.

After dinner, she was released to help with the kitchen duties. When finished, they would watch TV or play board games. When it came to watching TV, Lilly would be bound faceup to the ottoman, arms and legs spread widely, her second family’s feet resting around her prone body and occasionally tickling her with their toes. At first, she had to be told what to do. Now, however, she skipped over to the ottoman, breasts bouncing as she went, spread herself out over the cushion in a long, lanky X and chirped, “I’m ready!” One of her second family would bind her limbs to the stubbly legs and Cassy would place a small pillow beneath Lilly’s head so she could see the screen.

Since being forced to feast from Momma’s pussy when Lilly was given her choker last month, the woman now regularly pushed her delicious femininity to Lilly’s mouth when she was lashed to the foot rest. The other family members would watch and offer words of encouragment as the show commenced.

More recently, Momma had permitted Louise and Cassy to join in the fun. She was relaxing on the sofa following a breathless climax Lilly had delivered when she said, “Girls, Lilly is your toy, too. You need to play with her or she won’t learn.”

Momma had plopped down on the couch next to her husband, absently stroking his cock as he watched TV. “Louise is older, she goes first.”

“Oh, poo.” Cassy crossed her arms over her budding breasts and pouted. “Louise gets to do everything first.”

Lilly hardly had a moment to recuperate before Louise crawled onto the ottoman and straddled her upturned face. “It’s good practice,” Louise said as she pulled Lilly’s face to her wet folds. “Every girl is different and the more you practice, the better you’ll be.”

“It’s not fair,” Cassy said from the couch. Her slender thighs were spread and she fiddled with her sex as she watched her older sister ride their pet.

Lilly nodded because her mouth was preoccupied with something else. She carefully observed her older sister’s adorable facial expressions as the tension built. The little noises Louise made and the way she thrust her hips were all telltales of her pending climax and Lilly took joy in learning her older sister’s pleasure points.

Whenever this happened, Lilly’s enjoyment of feasting from her gender was obvious; her special place left a dark stain on the ottoman. No one minded the little messes she left around the house. Louise, like her mother, tasted good. Her essence reminded Lilly of nutmeg and cinnamon, with a faint salty aftertaste. It was slick and clear and coated her chin and lips with a shine.

When Louise came, Cassy all but pushed her off and the older girl said, “Hey, you! Be patient.” Cassy spat a raspberry at Louise then grinned down at Lilly as she took hold of her friend’s pigtails. “You get to me my Good Girl now.” Her blue eyes sparked then rolled back as Lilly went to work.

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One evening, following an ottoman session whereupon Momma rubbed her special place against their toy’s breasts until she climaxed, things changed. Momma stood, released Lilly’s bindings and took her by the hand. Daddy followed them upstairs to the master bedroom. He was rock hard and Lilly’s heart was racing. Daddy was going to be her first. She couldn’t wait and was fighting back tears of joy at the thought of what was to come.

Instead of leading her to the bed, however, Momma took Lilly into the brightly lit closet and placed her back against the binding panel. With Lilly’s arms and legs widely spread, Momma secured the cuffs to the clasps in the panel. She then kissed her concubine deeply and spent a few minutes massaging Lilly’s throbbing sex. When Momma felt her toy’s pleat was appropriately aroused, she turned the handle that deployed the panel at Lilly’s waist. Her Good Girl moaned as her long body was contorted and her midsection pushed outward, displaying the rounded points of Lilly’s hip bones. Momma knew Lilly’s anal plug was being thrust ever-deeper. Being forced in such a way brought Lilly’s hairless pussy to the fore, the pressure applied until her pretty pink lips parted. The awkward position also thrust Lilly’s breasts upwards so that her strawberry nipples pointed toward the ceiling.

“Momma, please,” Lilly whined. “It’s too far. My back hurts.”

“Sush, baby girl, you’re doing wonderfully.” Bending to inspect Lilly’s femininity, the position had accomplished what Momma hoped; the girl’s clit had been revealed. “Sometimes being uncomfortable is necessary.” Momma playfully flicked it with her fingers then tickled her tongue lightly against the tiny pink bud. Lilly’s breath caught. Her body jumped, the little escort etiler tinkling of the clasps announcing her reaction. Next, Momma went to a drawer and produced a shiny metal rod that was about an foot in length. In another drawer she dug out a thick, black dildo laced with prominent veins along its impressive length. Lilly mewed. Momma was going to fuck her with it.

But Momma was full of surprises.

The older woman slid the dildo over the rod. Twisting the sex toy, it clicked and locked into place with about six inches of the metal still exposed. She then went to her knees between Lilly’s thighs. Lilly heard a snapping noise and looked down to see the dildo protruding straight out from the wall between her legs. From her point of view, it looked as if she actually had a rather large black cock.

Momma adjusted the height and Lilly quivered as the grippy rubber lightly grazed her sopping lower mouth. She tried to press her special place to it, knowing the pressure down there would be enjoyable, but her bindings prevented further movement. The toy was meant to tease, not to offer pleasure. Lilly’s plaintive moan announced her fate. “Momma, please. Please don’t do this to me. I want it inside me. Please push it into my special place.”

Momma only grinned and said, “Pay close attention, sweetheart.” She turned and strolled into the bedroom, her firm, heart-shaped bottom wiggling suggestively as she went.

The bed was perfectly framed within the wide closet door and the lights overhead lit the luxurious sheets beautifully. Daddy lounged on the bed and played with his lovely cock as he took in what his wife was attending to in the closet.

Momma joined Daddy on the bed and as their night got going, Lilly realized two things: She loved being forced to watch them and she hated that she was prevented from experiencing pleasure. It was torturous. Her pussy was made to suffer; glazing across the dildo’s thick shaft but never with enough pressure to bring a climax. No matter how much Lilly strained and twisted her body to grant herself more pleasure, it was not to be. Her special place throbbed and left another little mess as it drooled all over her thighs and the phallus; eventually dripping to the floor. There was nothing she could do to improve her situation.

From the bed, Momma and Daddy looked upon their toy as a piece of fine art framed in the doorway of the closet. The harsh light cast upon their concubine’s long body threw her shadow to the floor. It moved sinewy across the hardwood as her anticipation grew but would never be rewarded. Anna Vatspalt shuddered violently when her husband’s hot fount filled her asshole.

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Cassy watched Lilly’s hand for a moment, set her phone down, and crawled onto Lilly’s bed. Straddling Lilly’s waist, Cassy ground her sex onto the undulating mound and after a moment closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, a soft moan escaped as her ecstasy built. The comforter became wet. Lilly used her other hand to gently twist Cassy’s nipple and asked, “Do you like that?”

Cassy kept her eyes closed and grinned her approval. Lilly picked up the pace under the blanket and Cassy did as well, thrusting her hips downward onto the uneven lump of Lilly’s shifting knuckles. A dark spot appeared on the blanket. Suddenly, Cassy hitched and said, “Oh, fuck!” Her tiny boddy shuddered and she hunched over, her thighs closing around Lilly’s hand. Recovering, she looked at Lilly. “You made me come so quickly!”

Lilly giggled and said, “That makes me happy. Want me to do it again?” She fiddled her fingers beneath the saturated blanked.

Cassy said, “Maybe in a minute.” And then she leaned forward and her soft lips were on Lilly’s and Lilly accepted her friend’s tongue into her mouth and wrapped her arms around Cassy’s tiny body, pulling her close. They kissed for some time, tasting and exploring, until Cassy finally crawled beneath the covers. And they kissed some more, their legs wrapped around each other, their naked bodies pressed together and finding a rhythm.

Cassy gently squeezed and fondled Lilly’s breasts as they kissed. After several minutes, Cassy withdrew and said, “I want to suck them.”

Lilly whispered, “You can do whatever you want to me, Cassy. You don’t have to ask.”

Cassy smiled and said, “I’m going to hold you to that.” Her head dipped beneath the covers and Lilly felt the girl latch onto her breast. Cassy’s mouth was warm and pleasant and Lilly cooed as Cassy alternated between each soft mound. Lower still, Cassy’s hand wiggled between Lilly’s thighs and Cassy whispered, “Your snippa is wet,” just before plunging two fingers into Lilly’s special place.

Spreading her legs, Lilly purred, “I like it when you do that.” Then she grunted because Cassy pushed a third finger inside, curving around her pubic bone and generating some delicious friction on her clit. Cassy’s free hand kneaded Lilly’s breast while her mouth attended to the other, her teeth biting into Lilly’s fatih escort areola. Lilly’s thumbs played with her friend’s stiffened nipples.

Cassy fumbled around and then finally placed her body upside down, relative to Lilly’s, and moved lower, kissing Lilly’s tummy as she went; her lips finally landing on Lilly’s mons. Above the blankets, Lilly smiled. “Lower,” she said, openening her knees, creating a tent to accommodate Cassy’s head. Cassy’s feet poked out from beneath the covers and Lilly began suckling her friend’s toes because Cassy’s mouth had found its way and Lilly wanted to provide something in return.

Cassy giggled and licked and nibbled her special place and Lilly thought she was in heaven. It was better than anything she’d ever felt. Cassy’s lips kissed her fitta and when her tongue drove inside Lilly’s pinkened rent. Lilly stifled a squeal as she pivoted her hips toward Cassy’s mouth. It was wonderful. When Lilly slid her tongue between Cassy’s toes, her friend said, “Stop it. That tickles.”

“I have an idea,” Lilly said and she rolled on top of Cassy, quickly flipping her friend face-up and pressing her to the floor. Pulling the twisted bedclothes from their bodies to allow freer movement, Lilly spread Cassy’s ankles and pulled her knees up; folding Cassy at the waist and bringing her friend’s fitta to her mouth. Cassy’s plumped labia were shiny with feminine moisture.

Fiddling with Cassy’s petals, Lilly saw a tiny clear bulb glint in the light thrown by the bedside table; a bubble of froth. Licking her lips, Lilly went after her meal with vigor, plunging her tongue into her friend’s decadent sex. It was warm and wet and salty and Lilly feasted upon Cassy’s thick labia, intently sucking them between her lips and gently nibbling. Her friend always tasted good and Lilly burrowed her face deeply between the pillowed folds.

Cassy smelled of lingonberries, and the plump roundness of her mons was firm beneath her wandering tongue. The girl’s essence was thick and clung to Lilly’s teeth and lips; the slight salty taste was delicious. She could hear Cassy’s high-pitched hiccups and gasps as she twirled her tongue around her friend’s rose-bud clit. As she devoured her friend’s pussy, she felt the familiar tingling of a building orgasm between her own thighs.

Cassy took hold of Lilly’s hips and pulled them downward so they could pleasure each other simultaneously, their moans muffled between each other’s thighs. Lilly’s upturned bottom meant Cassy could gain access to her plug and Lilly huffed into her friend’s sex when Cassy gently withdrew the device and replaced it with her finger; which felt small and dainty by comparison.

In return, Lilly hiked Cassy’s ankles up; resting her forearms on the backs of Cassy’s thighs, and slid her tongue between Cassy’s sex and her butthole before plunging it into the tightly puckered star. Cassy purred as Lilly probed deeper. Satisfied with her work, she returned to feeding from her friend’s snippa while pushing her index finger into Cassy’s bottom. Cassy relaxed and Lilly found she could easily insert her finger completely. Slowly thrusting while licking Cassy’s clit, Lilly slipped two fingers into her friend’s crevice; just as Dr. Malstrom had done to her when conducting the bimanual examination. Cassy whispered, “God damnit. Oh fucking God damnit!”

Lilly whispered, “Do you like it?”

Cassy’s hips pressed to Lilly’s mouth and her thighs quivered. She cursed again as she violently came. Lilly didn’t back down, her mouth feasting upon Cassy’s clit as she plunged her fingers to a faster rhythm, along with a third into her friend’s bottom. Cassy went limp, her leg occasionally convulsing as Lilly continued to work.

Lilly paused to catch her breath and said, “Cassy, don’t stop eating me,” and then she dove back into her friend’s special place. She pressed her sex to Cassy’s face and moaned when her friend’s tongue wormed its way inside. The waves cascaded outward from her clit and she started when Cassy nibbled on it. Now she convulsed, her thighs closing around Cassy’s face. “Oh, God.” And that was all she could say before her climax sent a seismic shock through her body.

A few moments passed before Lilly rolled off and Cassy said, “That was fun.”

Lilly purred her agreement. They were both panting and trying to catch their breath. Cassy pulled her fingers from Lilly’s snippa, and placed small, delicate kisses over it and her inner thighs. She whispered, “I love you.”

This warmed Lilly’s heart. “I love you, too. So much.”

Her friend kissed it some more, lightly licking Lilly’s drooling cleft, “I love your pussy, too,” Cassy whispered, nosing into it and then gently poking her tongue inside for another few moments before she said, “It’s beautiful and it tastes good and it’s so much of what makes you my best friend.” She chuckled lightly and said, “I think it belongs to me now.”

Lilly said, “You may have to fight Uncle Lars over it. He said, and I quote, ‘The softness between your legs belongs to me.'”

Cassy smiled. “That’s pretty fucking romantic.” Then she fiddled with Lilly’s petals. “I’m so happy your body belongs to our family.” After a moment’s thought, Lilly absently flicked the little medallion resting at the hollow of her neck and nodded.

Prologue

Dr. Madison Turner was an anthropologist from England and highly regarded by her pears. She had long hazelnut hair, big green eyes, a petite face, and a very attractive figure, but was to shy and introvert to show it off. She needed big glasses to see properly and was usually wearing boring, high-necked clothing, hiding most of her natural beauty.

Despite her lack of social skills however, she was brilliant in her field, and after long years of hard research, she had published a fascinating paper about close relatives of the homo sapiens and how some of them had migrated to South America and survived there up to rather recently (recently in evolutionary terms that is). Propelled by that success, she was able to persuade her superiors to fund an expedition, which would allow her to search for hard evidence for her theories.

Chapter 1.) Lost

Madi woke up with a heavy headache. She felt exhausted and weak, her muscles still burning from swimming for so long. How long since she arrived at the beach? The sun was shining, so at least a couple of hours? The waves where still crashing against her in their somber rhythm, but she could feel the sandy shore under herself. Still dazed from the trauma, she slowly lifted her head and looked around. Thick Jungle right in front of her, the ocean behind and seemingly endless cliffs to her left and right.

She had been on a small plane, exploring the region from above, as a weird storm had hit. It had only taken minutes to change from somewhat windy into a nightmare. The pilot had done his best to keep them in the air, but it was all for not. Madi could barely remember the crash itself, but her fight against the raging see was horrifyingly clear in her mind. It felt like she was in the water for days, before she finally arrived on this beach and as she was ashore, she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Slowly getting up on her feet, Madi groaned in pain. She felt like every muscle in her body was crawling with ants. She also had lost her glasses, which made everything beyond a couple of meters a blurry mess. But worse was the realization that she was stranded. Stranded in the jungle in one of the most remote regions of the world and no equipment to help her survive…

Chapter 2.) Into the Jungle

After Madi had overcome the immediate shock, she began to think. Searching for civilization by foot was out of the question. There where no settlements for hundreds of miles and she had no equipment to help with orientation. Her best option was to wait for rescue. Her colleagues would notice her absence and search for her. But it was a giant region they had to search, so Madi reasoned it would probably take a while before somebody would find her — if at all. She would need water, shelter, and food.

So, Madison began to search the beach, defying the exhausting plaguing her. Despite working for the entire day, she had not much to show, however. A little bit of trash which had ben washed ashore, but nothing useful, and a few berries Madi could not know if they were edible. For shelter the young women could only use a big rock and a few big leaves, to modestly protect herself from the elements.

Day two and three where only mildly better. Madi had found water inside of big leaves, but it tasted funny, and gave her cramps — better then dying of thirst, but surely not good either. A few clams to eat and an improvised shack made of branches and leaves. It wasn’t looking great at all.

In the morning of day four Madi noticed something atop one of the surrounding cliffs. For a second she was sure there was somebody standing and looking down at her. But the silhouette was gone only a moment later. Awash with a mix of hope and panic, Madi ran up tot the cliff and began to scream for help. But it was no use. Nobody answered or showed themselves.

Still, encouraged through the sight, Madi ran into the jungle. If there was somebody, she MUST find them! Fighting her way through thick underbrush, vines, and mud, Madi soon was deeper in the Jungle then she had ever been. Despite the early hour it was dark, and the heat was damper and heavier then at the beach.

Brushing a big leave to the side, Madi suddenly had to stop. A big, green snake was hanging right in front of her face, its tongue licking dangerously close to her. Not able to hold still, Madi screamed and turned to flee, only to feel a painful bite into her shoulder. Screaming in shear panic, Madi ran away, but after only a few steps she felt a funny fuzziness in her limbs. A few more steps and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness soon after she had hit the ground.

Chapter 3.) You call that help?

As Madi awoke, şişli escort it was dark and cold. At first, she could not remember what had happened, so she tried to stretch out and look around, only to find something was holding her arms and legs pressed against the floor. Something was lodged into her mouth, gagging her, and oozing something sweet into her mouth.

Realizing that something was wrong, Madi started to breath heavy while looking around. She could feel sand under her belly and hear waves nearby. So, she thought she was on the beach again. Her arms and legs were spread out and fixated to the ground, forcing her to stay in that position. To her left was a light flickering in the dark. Fire! Somebody had made a bonfire!

Most disturbing however, Madi could feel the wind against her bare butt and back. She was naked! And her belly lay on a tree bole, forcing her bum slightly into the air.

Noticing Madis movement, a figure stood up from the fire. Thanks to her bad eyesight Madi had not noticed that there was somebody, but now she was panicking and struggling against her bondage. Pain shoot through Madis right shoulder, the moment she strained her muscles, turning her protest into a sudden scream of pain.

Then the figure was right next to her. It clearly was humanoid and male, but not a modern human. It was roughly 1 or 1,2 meter tall, had long black hair and brown skin. Except for a loincloth it was naked, presenting its small but muscular body. Its face was flatter than a human face and it had pointier teeth.

Seeing it so close now, Madi fell silent. She was stunned. This was a living specimen of the species she had studied – Homo Belmand. Madi tried to say Hello in astonishment but her words where garbled by the gag. The creature leaned down, but keeping its distance, and made a soothing gesture. Then he started to talk. It was no language Madi had ever heard, but she was gasping from the fact alone it was talking at all. This was the most exciting discovery of her career!

After she was visible calm, just starring at the creature, it leaned to her face and fiddled with her gag, before pulling a ball of leaves out of her mouth. It then pointed at himself and said “Brag” paused and repeated. Understanding what he tried to do, Madison repeated after him twice, until he grinned pleased. He then pointed at her, and she said her name for him to repeat. “Mad’son” he said with a grin, nodded and said it again. “Mad’son”.

With the pleasantries out of the way, Madison tried to pull on her bindings again, looking at Brag and said slowly “Help. Please let me go. It hurts!” “Helb?” He repeated and she nodded. “Help me please!” Brag grinned and nodded. “Helb!” before shoving the gag back in Madison’s mouth, leaving her not much room to protest.

Madi could only grunt angrily into her gag, as Brag got to the fire to fetch something. “Helb” he said again, presenting a phallic looking piece of wood. It was fresh, oozing with some wood oil, but carved smooth and its tip rounded. At the back of the thing Brag had drilled a hole through it and fastened a rope made of vines through it. He knelt right next to Madi, who now was alarmed again, trying to pull free from her bondage.

Not wasting much time, Brag pulled Madi’s butt cheeks apart, spit a couple of times against her up until now untouched backdoor and spread the spit around with his fingers. Madi was now positively panicking again and screamed and shook around as good as she could, but it was all for non. She felt the tip of the wooden rod against her anus and a moment later Brag pushed it into her. Despite her clenching her butt tight as best she could, Brag had no mercy and shoved the well lubed thing into her virgin bum, triggering an explosion of pain. Madi could do nothing but scream and pull with all might against her bondage, almost biting her gag in two. Seemingly anticipating that, Brag waited, just holding the Phallus in place, until Madi had to gasp for air, before shoving it deeper into Madi’s butt, triggering another wave of painfully screams.

Wallowing in tears, Madi could only lay there in pain, while Brag was pulling the rope under her belly and the other end over her back, fastening them together around her neck, effectively making sure the phallus would not come out. Pulling all tight he made sure the rope was snuggly digging between Madi’s pussy lips, before looking down at her with a grin. “Helb!” He then said with a contempt grin, while his victim could only sob in defeat.

Chapter 4.) Hard night, Nice day

After Brag had violated her, he just walked back to the fire and began to carve another piece of wood. Meanwhile nişantaşı escort for Madison the torture only had begun. Her head was throbbing with pain, as was her shoulder, as her fight had agitated the wound. And after a while her poor, sore ass began to itch. Whatever kind of plant the thing was made from, it was agitating and made Madi cramp.

After what felt like an eternity, Brag walked over to Madi with another wooden dildo. Anticipating where that would go, Madi tried to struggle, but her body was too tired to offer much resistance. Brag easily just opened the rope holding the thing in her ass in place, shoved the second dildo into her vagina, before fiddling the rope through the hole of the back, and tightening it around her neck again. It did not take long for her pussy to itch just like her poor little ass. It was poor torture, keeping Madi awake for the entire night.

In the morning Brag came over to his now totally depleted victim and freed her from her gag, before giving her water. It was almost sweet, how he was patiently spooning sip after sip with his hands to Madi’s mouth, giving her time to drink. After they where done, and Madi was properly hydrated, he gave her leaves, indicating her to chew them. They had a bitter taste at first, but got sweeter over time, satiating Madi’s grumbling hunger for the first time in days.

While Madi was still eating, Brag took the gag and began to unfold the bundle of leaves, exchanging them for new ones. He was handy, weaving the greenish plants together into a tight ball, before wrapping vines around, making sure they stayed together. Madi tried to move her head away and avoid getting gagged again, but the small creature just took her by the hair, wrestling her painfully around, until he could finally force the ball between her teeth.

Brag was visibly not surprised by the resistance at all and had a proper answer in mind. After the gag was tightened in place, he walked around the defenseless women, and gave her a hard and thorough spanking. His hands where slapping painfully against Madis butt, smacking her again and again, until she was a crying mess, begging for mercy. Finally, Brag moved in front of Madi again, wiggled his finger in contempt and said in a patronizing voice “Nagh Mad’son! Nagh! Nagh!”

Madi could do nothing by cry and nod in utter humiliation, begging through her gag that she would be good now. This was seemingly good enough for Brag. He got back to the fire, took his spear and left for the jungle, leaving Madi to wallow in her misery.

While the pain from the spanking slowly vanished, Madi fell in an uneasy sleep. The itch in her private parts was gone and replaced by some weird, warm glow, and the pain in her head and shoulder had dulled down enough to be bearable. But most important of all, her belly was full, and she felt satiated for the first time in days. She fell into a weirdly lewd dream, mostly about her and Brag and how the much tinier man was overpowering her and taking her again and again and again. And despite the veil nature of those dreams, they felt pleasant and nice, adding to the warm itch between her legs.

Chapter 5.) Set Free

As Brag came back from the hunt, he found the giant female soundly asleep. She was dripping from her pussy and moaning in her sleep, so he knew the leaves and oils where working. He wasn’t sure it would, as she was so much taller and looked different to other females but seeing those signs he was reassured.

While the pig he had hunted was cooking, he prepared the snake poison, he would use to numb the females’ arms. Usually, a shaman would prepare those magical drugs, but there was no way Brag could drag that female there. He had to outfit and tame her right here before he could make the track back to the village.

A little later, with his belly full and everything prepared, Brag walked over to the giant. She was only slowly waking up, her mind clouded by the spirit leaves, making sure she would be horny and dazed — making her much easier to handle. Putting his hands on her shoulders he searched for a muscle, dipped the prepared bone needle into the poison and pricked her skin with it. First the left, then the right shoulder. The effect was almost immediately visible. Her arms fell limb, no longer fighting against the ropes.

Brag knew the effect would last for a while, still, it was wise to work fast, and not give her much time to think about it. Leaning with his knee against Mad’sons back, he freed first her left then her right arm, before pushing them into a reverse prayer. Despite her head and legs still anchored to the ground, the female was buckling and wiggling, mecidiyeköy escort as she noticed her arms to be free. But Brag had handled much wilder beasts before. It took him only a couple of minutes to weave a tight web of ropes around her arms, neck, shoulder, and chest. There was no way she would get out of this without help.

With Mad’son back under tight control, Brag opened the rope he had improvised to hold her plugs in place. He could feel her getting quieter, relaxing. He knew, she was hopping to get rid of the intruders. But as soon as the new ones would go in, she would fight like a daemon.

Both plugs where still oily and wet and dripping with the drugged sirup. A tamed female could have easily kept them for another day or two. But there would be less drugs in her, making her less horny, and her ass would be not as well lubed with oils as it was now. Sure, it was more work to carve new dildos every day, but better than an unruly female. Especially if it was such a big one like Mad’son.

Having the new dildos ready, and himself properly in position, Brag pulls out the rod from Mad’sons pussy first. She groans in sexual haze, unable to hold back her lewd needs. A second later Brag shoves the new dildo inside of her. She buckles and moans in a mix of pleasure and resistance, trapped between wanting more and disliking the control he had over her.

Holding the pussy shaft in place with his knee, Brag pulls out the dildo from the female’s ass next. This one was sitting much tighter, and the beast was buckling like mad, but still, her lewd moans clearly showed how much she liked the feeling. Throwing the shaft to the side, Brag took the new one and pushed it into Mad’sons still gaping asshole. It was a bit bigger than the old one, but still pretty meek compared to what she probably could take. Mad’son was now screaming and fighting like crazy, buckling and wiggling like a worm, but Brag managed to keep both intruders where they belonged.

After a couple of minutes Mad’son finally gave up, sobbing in tired surrender. Brag almost felt sorry, but then he noticed how her pussy was pulsing under his fingers. Wet and aroused, throbbing around the dildo inside of her. It was just as the shamans said. She pretended to be offended, violated and ashamed, but like all females, she really was just hiding her carnal nature. Her tears where lies, her body was clearly showing the truth.

With the female properly drained and getting quiet again, Brag pulled a rope through the ends of the new dildos and tied them tightly to her chest and arm harness. With that probably in place, she now would agitate her private parts whenever she moved. Another trick of the shames, making sure the females were horny and docile.

Now however came the most dangerous part. Despite her bondage, Mad’son was big and strong. A single kick of hers could end up really hurting Brag if he wasn’t careful. So, he moved in front of his now drained female and showed her his knife. His eyes where glued to hers as he was trying to communicate — ‘don’t do anything stupid. I will kill you if you do!’ She clearly looked intimidated, but Brag could not be sure if she really had understood. He just would have to be wary.

With all setup and ready, Brag moved cut open the ropes anchoring Mad’son to the ground. First her neck, next the left ankle, and finally the right one. He stepped back to his fire, loosely holding the knife at his side, waiting for her to get up. It took her a little. She had not stood for a while and the outfitting was an exhausting experience. Still, after a while she came up on her knees and finally to her feet. She looked confused at him, but he just looked back at her.

Not sure what to expect, Mad’son made a few wobbly steps towards the jungle, keeping her eyes on Brag. Of course, she thought he would come after her and bind her again, but he did not. Instead, he just pointed at the trees and sat down at the fire.

Mad’son still did not trust the situation but made a few more steps towards the jungle. Then a few more, and then she began running, and finally vanished into the thick green.

Brag smirked as he watched her flee. Instead of going after her, he began to carve another pair of dildos. It would take a while. Maybe even a day or two. But soon she would learn that she needed him and crawl back. And like the shamans say, that will be the moment she will accept her new role.

With the gag she would not be able to eat or drink, with her hungry ass filled up she would not be able not relieve herself, and with no hands she could not use any tools or hunt. But most importantly, with the dildos in her pussy, the oil of the tree of desire seeping into her, and her arms bound tightly, she was unable to satiate her sexual hunger. And like all females, she would not be able to bear that for long. She would come back and beg for relieve.

And then she would be Brags female.

The shaman’s wisdom truly was great.