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LeetCo: Project PL-345-UR3 – Ch. 03

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Chapter 3: Hive Assembly Instructions

Adora’s hooves clicked on the smooth tiles of the hallway, the light of the frosted windows glistening on her glossy corruptive latex skin. She stopped in front of the door leading in to the chamber where she’d been assimilated into the PL-345-UR3 collective. Adora placed a hand on the institutional-style door handle and pushed down; the act of doing so however bothered her. She was a queen and while the collective was small it was about to grow rapidly. It was time to stop just using this facility and instead to assimilate it into the collective, to form a proper hive for her drones.

A probe snaked down from the ceiling as she entered. She reached out and stroked its fixed dildo-like tip; the probe leaned into the affections. She knew she was ultimately in control, but she brought it up like a child to kiss and nuzzle the warm smooth ‘glans’ of the probe. The queen rocked her hips with arousal, remembering the pain and pleasure of her own assimilation and ascension into the hive. Her glowing purple cock tip pushed out of her petals. Rivulets of glowing purple arousal dribbled down her glossy black thighs in a river-like gush of pleasure; the squirt dripping off her hooves onto the grate below and into the sump. Probes began to descend from the ceiling again, the tendrils attaching themselves to the queen’s glowing orange spine right at the base of the skull.

Adora gasped as the assimilation chamber’s structure went from an abstract she was able to control remotely to something she knew every single atom of. She looked around at the room with new perspective. The chamber wasn’t so much built into the building as it was placed inside, a crucial detail and one that had to change. She walked towards the platform in the center where she’d ascended. As she moved the chamber was already opening up the pedestal. She squatted down on the grates in front of it. Her arousal grew as she crouched, dribbling corruptive-nano in a constellation of glowing purple droplets over the sump below and over the components below. The platform opened up and she smiled. Inside the pedestal was the original seed of the hive, assembled by LeetCo. A cable snaked off to the nearby control room, but there was otherwise no other connection to the building. It was time to change that.

Adora reached in to stroke it. As she did so the corruptive injector in her middle finger extended, the hyper fine needle tip fluorescing purple as a drop of corruptive-nano leaked. The queen licked her lips lewdly; right in the center of the pack was a tiny cup-like opening. She laughed knowing what the demoness, her mistress and goddess, had intended her to do. But this was the PL-345-UR3 collective, and she wanted to do things her own way. She commanded the platform to partially reassemble itself. The pedestal reformed such that it had two flat areas to stand, but the middle remained open to the seed below.

The queen squatted down on the platform over the opening as if it was an Asian-style squat toilet. Her hard shaft drooled glowing purple corruptive-nano seed down its length before it dripped into the cavity below. Adora laughed watching her arousal from both her shaft and petals splat around the cavity but never quite hit the collection cup. The words she’d said to Jake coming back to her: “Aren’t you forgetting something? Your liquid waste tank is almost full to bursting.”

Then as now the pressure in her tank was overwhelming, and Adora relaxed her control of the outflow. Relief from the pressure came quick. The heat and steam of the hot acrid glowing purple corruptive-nano piss rose over her as she sprayed from her feminine liquid disposal port down into the ‘toilet’. The collection cup below filled easily activating the device.

The corruptive-nano Adora sprayed on the seed wasn’t strictly necessary. But it was lewd as hell and made the queen moan with pleasure. She could already see the tiles below the seed begin to change as the corruptive soaked into the surface. The seed, which had until now been just sitting on top of the floor of the room, integrated with the changing surface sinking into it as the tile, concrete, and steel were consumed for raw materials replaced with a new surface of living corruptive latex and cybernetics that made up the drones. The hive wasn’t going to just integrate the building, it was going to be the building.

The glossy black surface spread until it hit the walls of the well formed by the platform’s base. The corruptive nano spread over the metal as Adora stood up, reforming it to serve the hive. She beckoned the phallic probe over, her long tongue coiling around its glossy black surface. It wanted to push down her throat, but the queen gripped the base in a vice-like grip. Glowing purple corruptive-nano of the queen’s saliva oozed out around her lips as she sucked the probe. The glossy black seemed to pulse as the queen’s nano worked its way into the probe and then spread up it. nazilli escort Nothing would be spared; all would serve PL-345-UR3.

Adora took her time, the queen enjoying herself. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled as the reshaped probe sipped from her lips. It was no longer single purpose, its tip expanding to reveal a tentacle and tendril lined interior that played with her tongue for a moment until it zipped away into the darkness above. The chamber had changed around her, it was no longer the assimilation chamber she’d once entered as ‘Jake’. Probes writhed from the ceiling drooling glowing corruptive-nano. Each rising to affectionately grope the queen as she moved through the room.

The old building layout was gone, she could feel as the corruptive-nano continued to move through the structure reshaping it into a hive for the PL-345-UR3 collective. New facilities for assimilation, integration, and production formed. Hallways lined with alcoves for drones to revitalize in. Pods formed for the collective to reshape its members to better suit its needs. In the old commercial space on the front side of the building a new store formed, appearing completely ‘normal’ but “The Gynoid’s Toybox” was anything but. The entire hive, including the public spaces, was filled with a near invisible smog of nano. Entering the hive, even once, was as good as ensuring that one would eventually join it.

The door behind her was gone, replaced with a lewd orifice. This room was still an assimilation chamber but so many possibilities existed for it. It could be reconfigured at her whim. The pedestal still existed but looked more like something out of a Giger art book than the platform it had previously been. A phallic probe positioned to lock the cock of whomever she was assimilating in place as lewd alien-like dildos penetrated their every other hole. Along the wall were maturation and adaptation chambers, each open and ready for use.

Adora’s reverie was broken by the sound of Scarlet’s voice from the back lobby. The queen smiled; even that space had been retouched albeit in such a way that someone not of the collective wouldn’t notice. The queen shifted her consciousness to the hive. Although she was part of the collective, Scarlet was able to operate independently. The priestess was not however at the moment, and Adora had full vision into the Scarlet’s machinations. The priestess was guiding a glassy eyed young biological male into the hive, having apparently been summoned by the erstwhile girlfriend. A girlfriend that accompanied them down the hall towards the chamber in which Adora now stood.

> Adora asked Scarlet.

> Scarlet explained over the link.

Adora skimmed over the priestess’ memories with the pair, the young ‘man’ wasn’t a male at all. But rather transgender in hiding from the inquisition, pretending to be something and someone they were not. Scarlet had been approached by the girlfriend worried that her former romantic partner would be swept up and end up in ‘final inquisition’. The queen smiled and licked her lips lewdly as she relived the priestess offering the pair a place in the collective. She chuckled at Scarlet’s surprise when the female was just as interested as their former partner, but with the caveat of joining Scarlet as a priestess.

> Adora ‘smiled’ back through the connection.

The orifice to the lobby opened, the probes within the room retracting quickly, the pair and Scarlet entering the room. The two were immediately dumbstruck by Adora’s appearance. In contrast, the high priestess was using her abilities to mask her nature against those not looking too close. The male formed one stepped forwards first; going to their knees in front of the gynoid queen before touching their forehead to the ground in a full kowtow. “My queen, I submit my unworthy misshapen vessel to your mercies that I may serve you and all the gynoid.” Their voice was soft and quiet, yet the suppressed pain of their experience audible in every syllable.

Adora moved her hoof within kissing range, the supplicant’s lips teasing over the glossy ‘toe’ of her boot. “Rise, the hive is the collective of the willing. Dedicated to pleasure and love.” They raised their head from the floor; Scarlet and the girlfriend watched in mute silence. The queen looked into their eyes drilling deep into the soul within. She nodded in understanding “So you wish to become a font of fertility for the hive, to take on the form to which your soul requires, but your flesh was denied?”

“Yes your majesty, please help me shed this form that I may ascend in your glory” They didn’t beg, they requested aid. It was a subtle distinction but one that made all the difference between having pride and not.

Adora was not always one for words and the supplicant was already on the pedestal, now closed once more. She smiled deviously as a probe from the platform drove straight into their ass the tip alight with leaking neon-pink corruptive-nano. The supplicant’s nevşehir escort eyes went wide from the sudden and unexpected penetration. They gasped in pleasure as the probe squirmed its way deep inside them flooding their gut with a thick slurry of the pink nano that wasted no time in remodeling. The probe’s firm, but gentle, pressure on their newly toyified asshole literally lifted them to their feet making them cum from the pleasure in the process. Probes and tendrils shredded their clothes away; leaving their masculine form naked and shivering with pleasure despite the warmth of the chamber.

They opened their mouth to speak and Adora stopped them with a glossy digit on the lips, she shook her head “Just enjoy this, you only get to do this once” she advised.

The supplicant nodded their head as the cup like probe emerged from the floor and moved over their rock hard and compared to Adora’s own, quite tiny, shaft, balls, and taint. Their eyes rolled back in their head as the probe in their ass began to bulge with literal ‘eggs’ of glowing pink corruptive-nano. The excess glowing pink goo squelching lewdly out of their ass and leaking down their thighs and the probe. Everywhere the goo touched began to change, reforming into white and neon-pink corruptive latex.

The girlfriend was grinding herself against Scarlet’s shaft highly aroused by what she was watching. She didn’t even realize that the barbed demonic member of the priestess was injecting her with scarlet corruptive-nano as well beginning her own assimilation. Her fingers schlicked inside her labia, her panties soaked through with arousal as she watched her former ‘boyfriend’ on the pedestal. Scarlet chuckled, a warm and delicate sound. “If you’re that eager… let me seat you properly.” the priestess teased, easily lifting her up. She finally came to her senses long enough to see the wide flat tip of Scarlet’s demonic shaft rapidly approaching her from below. The glowing scarlet seed drooling down the demonic looking shaft.

“It… it won’t fit!” she exclaimed caught between wanting it deep inside her and fear of what it would do to her.

“Shhhh, never worry it’ll be fine. You wanted to become a sister anyway. It’s best I baptize your womb now.” Scarlet said in a way that wiped all her fears away somehow, her breathing steadying. The priestess lowered her against the pool of glowing scarlet corruptive-nano drooling from her rod. Her pants and panties melting away as the scarlet goo soaked in. She gasped in pleasure as the same spread over her labia. The glowing viscous nut-sludge of the priestess squelching into her folds. Everywhere it touched instantly became hypersensitive as the nano and corruptive reshaped her flesh into glossy black corruptive latex. Her pussy lips reshaped into perfect glistening folds that would forever drool glowing scarlet arousal down her perfect black latex thighs.

She groped her own teat through her shirt as Scarlet slowly ground that massive cock head against her reshaped entrance, teasing the future priestess. The high priestess made no attempt to slip inside just yet, each movement worked more of that goo inside her, and she could feel the changes as they rebuilt her folds to be able to take literally any possible shaft. Her tunnel was rebuilt to either bring unimaginable pleasure via thousands of tiny tentacles, and or to inject any entrant with an overwhelming amount of corruptive-nano assimilation probes. She looked down for a moment, scarlet and black corruptive latex spider webbed up her belly. Her skin down there growing glossier by the moment “UUUUNNGH, please fill me” she finally begged.

The supplicant moaned loudly, covering their mouth with their still free hands as their masculine voice filled the room. They looked to Adora, their eyes pleading for relief from their embarrassment. The Queen stepped forwards and lightly grasped their wrists, pulling the hands away from their mouth. The queen’s glossy black lips dove in for a deep kiss. The supplicant opened their mouth for their new queen as their lips locked, tingles of pleasure spreading from their lips as they began to grow glossy and bee-stung. Their eyes went wide as Adora’s tentacle like tongue drove down their throat. They felt it stop at their voice box, a flood of corruptive nano exploding into their throat. The supplicant squirmed both trying to breathe and in pleasure the squeal’s sound bending upwards as their voice was feminized. Breathing however was no longer necessary, but the collective hadn’t yet removed that instinct just yet.

Adora’s eyes were open and locked, despite the kiss, with the supplicant’s. Her tongue writhed deeper into their belly like a squirming black eel flooding it with a thick sludge of corruptive-nano. If belly was what it could even be called as her tongue played with the probe coming the other direction. Like most drones the supplicant’s innards were more one large combined space that could be used as a womb, niğde escort stomach, or storage. Right now it was about to be filled with ‘eggs’ of corruptive-nano and latex that would incubate inside the drone until needed. She smiled around the kiss as their eyes rolled back into their head from the mind melting pleasure; their tiny shaft cumming over and over into the cup below as the corruptive-nano spread throughout their system. Spiderwebs of glowing pink corruptive-nano could be seen through their skin as it glowed brightly within. They twitched as the ‘eggs’ inside the probe filling their ass began to push inside… one by one timed for maximum pleasure.

The supplicant came and came hard… again and again and again as each ‘egg’ pushed inside them. Their cock painfully hard, and each climax growing more strained until it felt like they could cum no more; their balls literally aching from over use. Just when they felt they could cum no more one final climax rocked their body, the feeling of literally cumming their balls out as a corruptive-nano sludge made them smile into the kiss. The queen had kept her promise. The probe milking their shaft began to push back, they felt almost like they had when they had pretended they had no cock; pushing their balls and rod inside to pretend they had petals instead. But this time it was different, she gasped for the first time as woman as the queen’s tongue slurped lewdly from her lips, the kiss broken. A harmonious moan of pleasure filling the room. One of her hands quickly moved to rub around the cup of the probe against her newly sensitive mons, unable to tease her new forever dripping white and pink labia.

She realized that she wasn’t quite complete yet but that her former cock was now her pleasure button below. She wanted desperately to rub it as the glossy white latex spread over her belly, a belly that was rapidly expanding as the eggs kept coming from behind. Even now she looked quite pregnant. She supported herself against her queen as the pressure from the probe between her legs continued. Her eyes going wide as it created her toyified tunnel, the first of many female orgasms rocking her body.

Adora steadied her with one hand. The queen’s other teasing a still human looking nipple on a flat chest; reminding her that so much more had to happen. The queen reached up and a set of probes answered her call. Their bulbous tips spreading into five-pointed tentacle lined flowers, each with a needle sharp and dripping pink corruptive-nano stamen. Adora guided each down onto the new drone’s chest. She squealed with pleasure as they attached themselves. Her tiny nipples pierced by the stamen of each flower. Her body rocked with orgasm after orgasm as she felt a thick viscous fluid pump into her breasts. Each teat rapidly inflated from her flat chest into a perfect perky orb, far larger and perfect than any breast had any right to be. They were larger even than both Adora or Scarlet’s own. It seemed the queen was sticking to the canon of her wishes. The tentacles reshaping the teats to be prefect to suckle from or milked. She had udders now, she couldn’t be happier. She smiled and “moooo”ed at her queen.

Scarlet was enjoying herself, toying with the girlfriend that had sworn herself to the sisterhood when she’d made the offer to both of them. She placed glowing scarlet kisses on her back, clothes having been either removed during their foreplay or melted away by her seed. She snaked out her own tongue and teased the glossy black rose in front of her; diving inside and exploring her junior sister’s reshaped backdoor. The priestess could literally feel the corruptive-nano rebuilding the new priestess around her tongue. She teased the proto-prostate she found as it formed causing her rider to groan and squirm more from the unfamiliar pleasure.

The pleasure of that new organ presaged what was about to happen, the future priestess’s finger rubbed hard at her glossy black button with fingers coated in the high priestess’ seed, each digit already altered into perfect black corruptive latex. Even now corruptive-nano injectors formed in her middle fingers. She whimpered in denied pleasure. The proto-priestess desperately wanted to cum to no avail. She felt herself finally start to sink onto Scarlet’s shaft as the priestess’ tongue slurped lewdly out of her glossy and expanded ass. “Let it out” Scarlet said to her softly, the words making no sense at all to her addled mind. She felt a pressure like she had to pee, but that was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment. “Let it out” Scarlet said again, this time almost ordering her to do so and giving her ass a firm swat.

She squealed from the swat, finally giving in and relaxing. It shouldn’t have worked, arousal should have blocked it. But she could feel the embarrassing and yet extremely lewd spray of what she assumed was and smelled like acrid piss down her thighs and over the priestess’ shaft. She could feel the steam from it waft over her tingling with an odd pleasure, and she opened her eyes and looked down at the stream. Whatever she expected it wasn’t a glowing scarlet flow and cloud of corruptive-nano vapors. But the pressure wasn’t letting up, and she whimpered with need. “Push” the priestess ordered gently.

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Discipline Ch. 02

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I woke up with a crushing weight on my chest. I tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. Where was I? Why did my throat hurt so bad?

I finally opened my eyes, and glanced at my chest. Oh, right. Jen.

She liked to call herself my babysitter, but by now, the title was just a formality. My parents had hired her when we were younger, but now that I was 18 and she was 20, she really just occasionally popped in to make sure I wasn’t doing anything stupid. Unfortunately, it appeared our relationship was evolving.

She was watching me, having felt me squirming underneath her.

“Oh good, looks like you’re awake. We can get started.”

She stood up, finally giving me a chance to catch my breath.

Jen didn’t leave me to myself for long, though. After standing and thinking for a few seconds, she grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over onto my stomach. At this point, I was still too dazed to offer any meaningful resistance.

Jen grabbed both of my arms, and sat down between my shoulderblades, this time facing towards my feet. I started gasping for air again, squirming. She grabbed a fistfull of my hair, gripping it at the roots. My eyes squeezed shut from the pain. I felt her weight lift off me, and she began shuffling backwards.

When I opened my eyes, I realized too late what she was planning. I was staring at the bottom of Jen’s feet, cupped beneath my face. She sat on the back of my head, forcing me downward towards her waiting feet. I noticed for the first time her toenails were painted a bright, cheery red. I fought to keep my head away, but it was no use. She was too heavy.

My nose got crushed into the sole of her right foot, slowly getting compressed as Jen leaned farther and farther back, settling onto the back of my head with more weight.

I was eventually forced to inhale, getting a nose full of Jen’s foot funk. They weren’t particularly dirty, but this position would be unpleasant no matter who was subjecting me to it. I could barely breathe at all, my nose crushed into Jen’s feet by all of her weight.

As my nose was squashed into my babysitter’s foot, she unbuckled her belt from her jeans, and started to remove it. I kicked half heartedly, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. She’d clearly won.

Jen forced my hands together behind my back, wrapped the belt around my forearms, pulled it tight, and clinched it shut. I started losing circulation, and groaned.

Then, to my surprise, she lifted up.

“Kiss my feet.” She said, voice harsh.

“Make me.” I regretted the words as soon as they crossed my lips, but there was no going back now.

Jen gave me a death glare over her shoulder, holding my eyes for a few long seconds.

Uh oh. That probably wasn’t good.

“Okay then, have it your way.”

She stood back up, and flipped me over onto my back. I had to awkwardly lay on top of my bound hands. She climbed back on top of me, and once again grabbed my hair.

Sitting on my collarbone, she slid her feet around my head, locking it in place. Her heels were on either side of my head, and I could feel her bare toes curling into the hair on the back of my head. And with that, Jen got to her knees, leaned back, and plopped her butt down straight on my face unceremoniously.

I immediately started struggling. Jen was pretty thin, and only 5’4, but it doesn’t take a whole lot of weight to make denim crushing your nose painful.

After a few seconds of squirming, Jen glanced back over her shoulder at me. Seeing that she’d landed on top of my nose, she shuffled forward a bit. My nose was finally exposed to the air, and I gratefully took a deep breath. I caught a whiff of Jen’s butt, but her jeans shielded me from the worst of it. My mouth had ended up buried somewhere under her taint, sealed shut. I could feel a seam in Jen’s pants pressing into it uncomfortably.

It wasn’t comfortable, but I felt I could live with it. I just laid still, staring up at her blonde hair, still wrapped in a neat bun. Then, suddenly, I heard a rumble above me.

“Sounds like something isn’t sitting quite right. I guess you’ll find out, hmm?”

My eyes widened. Jen kept up a clean presentation, and I don’t think I’d ever heard her fart before. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Her stomach groaned again, at a lighter note “That doesn’t sound good. You’d better hope they don’t smell as bad as usual.”

After a few more minutes of crushing my face, it started. While I was mid-inhale, Jen ripped a fart. The air around her butt got even less pleasant, but I think most of the smell got trapped in the jeans. It could’ve been a lot worse.

Jen glanced over her shoulder, apparently expecting me to struggle more. She made eye contact, then glanced at her butt. I saw understanding flash in her eyes.

She turned back around, and fiddled around with her crotch. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Aw, hell.

Sure enough, Jen started pulling her jeans down around her ankles, kicking them off of her feet. Shockingly, almost maltepe escort all of the skin on her butt was in plain view. Jen was wearing nothing but a black thong. I couldn’t even see the fabric as it disappeared into her buttcrack. Who the hell wears a thong to a babysitting gig?

“I want you to get the full experience, no filter.”

Jen sat back down, feet curling around my head once more. Not long after, I could tell another fart was coming. I tried to brace myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what clawed its way out of her.

A several second long fart burst onto my trapped face, reeking like the inside of a porta potty on a 90 degree day. I found out what the inside of my babysitter’s intestines smelled like: hell.

I started kicking desperately, trying to wrench myself free of her. My head didn’t budge an inch, but my whole body was bucking from the shoulder down.

“Stop struggling so much, you’re only gonna make things worse for yourself.”

Fuck that, no way I was smelling this willingly. I continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

“Okay then, we’ll do this the hard way.”

Jen leaned forward, and reached to restrain my legs. Unfortunately for her, one of my knees kicked upward and caught her in the mouth. She recoiled backwards, and after a few seconds of shocked silence, seemed to get even angrier.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now, you little shit.”

To my horror, she picked the strap of her thong out of her buttcrack, pulled it to the side, and left it on her right buttcheek.

I was left staring at her small, round, perfectly white ass. Jen reached back, and grabbed a cheek with each hand. She spread them apart as she lowered herself, giving me a full display. I watched her asshole pucker as she lowered it towards my face, moved by raw fury and indignation.

I opened my mouth to give one last plea for mercy, but Jen just dropped the rest of the way without warning. Her full weight forced my mouth open the rest of the way, and I could see her butthole land on it dead center. My jaw was stretched out uncomfortably, propped open by her weight. I now had a loaded weapon, cocked and pointed straight down my throat.

She glanced over her shoulder to admire her handiwork, smiling sweetly despite the rage in her eyes. She’d waited for me to open my mouth on purpose.

“Now, where was I?”

Jen leaned forward again, and grabbed my legs. One after the other, she tucked the back of my knees under each armpit, forcing me to bend my back awkwardly.

She leaned back, her full weight making sure my mouth was wide open. My babysitter was now sitting with her bare asshole hanging above my gaping mouth. My arms were tied behind my back, and my legs were immobilized. It didn’t look good.

Her stomach gurgled again, this time much more loudly.

“Fuck, there’s a storm brewing in there. I think this may start to get wet. Good thing you volunteered to be my toilet for the night.”

Unfortunately, she proved to be a better prophet than a babysitter. A few seconds later, I could feel her slightly tense. A horrendous fart came out of her, puffing out my cheeks with air. It was disgusting, but it wasn’t over yet. As the fart continued, it culminated in a wet splatter, spraying the inside of my mouth with a heinous sludge. The whole thing had a sickening muffled sound due to the tight seal between my lips and Jen’s sphincter. I started gagging immediately, closing my eyes.

Jen reached around and plugged my nose. I struggled for all I was worth, desperately trying to get out from under her. Unfortunately, Jen had me pinned down perfectly. I could barely squirm, let alone escape.

“Swallow it.”

I shook my head, my eyes starting to tear up. I couldn’t believe how fast things had gone downhill.

Jen didn’t respond, just continued to sit with my nose plugged. She knew my need for air would force my hand eventually. Finally, my lungs seizing, I was forced to swallow. I barely got it down, and my stomach began to churn rebelliously. I resolved to keep a tight grip on my stomach, fearful of what would happen if I vomited on Jen.

“Honestly, you should be thanking me. I’m giving you a much-needed authority figure in your life. You just needed a little bit of discipline to set you straight.”

Her last sentence was punctuated by another wet fart. This one was even worse, a disturbing wet splat from start to end. I could feel flecks of moisture flying out of Jen’s anus, landing all over the inside of my mouth. This time, I swallowed without being told. She patted my head.

“Good boy.”

Another wet fart. What did Jen eat today?

“See? You’re getting better already, learning to accept authority. I’m going to nurture you, get you ready for the real world. You just needed someone to be a little harsh, put you in your place.”

Another fart rocketed out of Jen. This one was dry and airy, the spicy aftertaste making my mouth feel like a desert.

“You know, spicy food always does wreak havoc on my manavgat escort gut. Luckily, that’s not my problem anymore, is it?”

I was forced to nod, choking down the scorching hot gas and trying not to think of where it came from. The situation just kept deteriorating. Jen, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more and more enthusiastic by the second.

“Our relationship is gonna change from now on, you know. It was about time someone came around and gave you a proper punishment. Lord knows your parents weren’t.”

Another wet fart, this one quiet, but continuing to dump more and more residue into my mouth for 10 seconds straight.

“I expect you to thank me once I’m done feeding you, by the way. I’m finally providing some of the guidance you desperately needed.”

Another shart. This one came out as one giant, echoing splatter inside my mouth.

“You’re really lucky you have me here to provide you with a healthy authority figure. We might just have to make this a regular thing. We can call them counseling sessions…”

She tensed up again, and I could tell a big one was coming. Sure enough, a several second long fart gurgled its way into my mouth. This one was more liquid than air, a wet, hot monster that burned all the way down my throat. My stomach heaved, but I kept from vomiting through sheer force of will. I let out a muffled scream, hoping for any sign of mercy, but Jen just kept talking like nothing had happened.

“I’m doing this for your own good, you know.”

Another fart, once again spraying small flecks of liquid on my tongue.

“You needed someone like me in your life, to give you a wake up call. I’ll keep on giving them, too, until I think you’re ready to be a functional member of society.”

Another few seconds, and I felt more than heard an SBD force itself into my mouth. It was hot, damp, and tasted like the inside of her hellish intestines.

By now, I could barely tell the end of one fart from the start of another. Jen was releasing a torrent of gas down my throat, forcing me to take everything that came out of her.

The farts just kept coming, repeatedly coating my mouth in toxic waste as they kept getting wetter and wetter.

My mind felt disconnected from my body, as if tonight’s horrible events were happening to someone else. By now I’d mostly stopped struggling, my limbs occasionally twitching as Jen force fed me more and more of her heinous liquid farts.

Jen outwardly preached discipline, but inside, she felt a twisted pleasure. She was delighted to discover this new side of herself, revelling in every struggle, every scream, every gag. She was taking out over a decade of built-up resentment on the brat trapped beneath her.

She felt another burst of residue coat the inside of her ward’s mouth as she sharted again. She knew from experience she could go for hours at this rate. She kind of had to pee, though, so she may have to cut it off early. They’d see. There’d be plenty of time to think it through.

Another sickeningly wet fart sprayed the inside of my mouth, making a horrible splattering echo. I wasn’t able to reconcile the two images of Jen in my head. One clean, well put together, always smelling of flowers and smiling brightly. The other sweating, grunting, hunched over my wide open mouth and forcing shart after shart straight down my throat.

I just drifted for what felt like hours, barely noticing as Jen grunted and poured more liquid down my throat. My limbs twitched and I kept screaming as she kept force feeding me everything she had to offer, traumatized.

I didn’t even notice her starting to slow down until I swallowed one last fart, and was surprised there wasn’t any new gas to replace it.

Snapping back to reality, I felt Jen shift above me.

“Well, I’m glad that’s finally over. The image of you drowning in it was nice, but I’d rather not experience it again.”

I shuddered, imagining the scenario.

“Ugh, I feel so dirty. My buttcrack is coated with the stuff.”

I knew how she felt. My mouth and throat still tasted of her horrendous residue.

After a slight pause, she resumed. “Tell you what. You’re going to lick it clean for me. I want my crack to be spotless. Stick your tongue up my butt, too. I could use a deep cleaning.”

After the deluge I’d just endured, I wasn’t sure if I could force myself to willingly stick my tongue straight back into the hellhole it had come from.

As it became clear I was going to do no such thing, Jen looked back over her shoulder at me, making eye contact.

“If you don’t do it, I’m gonna make you wish you were never born.”

Frankly, I believed her.

Reluctantly, I began to stick my tongue closer and closer to my babysitter’s ass.

My tongue made contact with Jen’s buttcheek, and I immediately retched. Having it dumped into me by force was one thing, but willingly licking it up was another.

“Remember what I said about making you wish you were never born?”

Nodding, I swallowed the manisa escort lump in my throat, and got to work.

I systematically worked my way inward, licking in a ring on the outer edges of Jen’s buttcrack. She just sat contentedly, still restraining my legs, enjoying her ward’s tongue bath.

To be honest, it was probably a good thing she was holding on so tight, or I probably would have kneed her again at some point tonight. I shuddered, imagining how she would respond.

I slowly worked my way inwards, towards Jen’s puckered butthole. Finally, it was time. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to lick my babysitter’s chocolate starfish. Jen responded immediately, shivering slightly. I could feel every slight movement as I licked up and down, left and right, over and over. When the taste of dried shit was finally gone, I braced myself for the worst part.

I stuck my tongue up Jen’s butt, and immediately gagged again. I forced myself not to remove my tongue, and began sticking it deeper and pulling it out part way, cleaning the inside of Jen’s rectum like a pipe. Finally, after several minutes of this, Jen seemed satisfied. She finally lifted her butt off of my mouth, and put the thong strap back in its place with a snap. Her butt was probably cleaner now than before the punishment.

“Who needs toilet paper when I have a bright young boy like you in my care?”

Jen turned around and sat back on my chest. Apparently the panties weren’t nearly as skimpy in the front, at least having enough material to cover the important bits.

“See, I told you a little bit of discipline would do you some good. Look how respectful you are now! Giving your babysitter a nice, thorough licking when she asks nicely. So sweet of you.”

She ruffled my hair, and continued.

“Okay now open up again, we’re not finished.”

Considering what happened last time, there was no way I was opening my mouth again. She’d have to force me.

Jen just looked at me for a few seconds, shrugged, and promptly punched me in the balls.

My mouth flopped open in shock and pain, and Jen grabbed a fistful of my hair and sat right back down over my mouth, this time wedging it open with her crotch. She leaned back and grabbed my legs again, once again securely pinning me down.

Jen dug the fingers of both hands into my hair all the way to the root, holding my head securely in place. Every time my legs tried to jerk forward in her arms, I pulled my own hair. She began to wiggle her hips, and her crotch shifted above, a different section of panties now above my open mouth.

“This is gonna be a little uncomfortable for both of us, but I expect you to be a good boy and take it, alright?”

What?

To my utter disbelief, Jen’s panties began to get soaked through with warm liquid. A steady stream began to drop into my mouth through the fabric, tasting bitter, salty, and disgusting.

Jen threw her head back in relief, and I could see tension in her shoulders visibly melting as she white-knuckled my hair

“Fuck, do you have any idea how hard it is to hold it in with borderline diarrhea? My teeth have been floating for the last hour.”

She’d taken the toilet idea more seriously than I thought. Screaming, I desperately tried to pry myself from her clutches. Between the way she tied my hands, pinned my legs, and had a vise grip on my hair, Jen was able to ride out the struggling easily, her body barely even moving.

I was forced to swallow some of the warm liquid, lest it block me from breathing through my nose. As my mouth slowly began to fill, her urine made a sound disturbingly similar to that of a toilet being used.

I was forced to inhale through my nose as Jen kept going, refilling my mouth over and over as I swallowed, struggling not to vomit it straight back up.

Vrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr.

Jen’s phone started to vibrate from inside of her purse. Keeping one hand clawed into my scalp, Jen reached into her purse and answered.

“Hey, Mrs. J. How’s the vacation going so far?”

My struggling picked up even more. She was talking to my mother while using my mouth as her personal toilet?!

“Oh yeah, we’re doing great. Dinner went well, I’m feeding him dessert right now.

A few second pause.

“Yeah, he can’t get enough of it. It’s a special recipe I whipped up just for him.”

My struggling continued, but unfortunately, Jen still had a good grip.

I swallowed a mouth full of pee, and tried to scream. If I could get my mother’s attention, this whole thing could end right now. Before I could get enough air in my lungs for a scream, my mouth was filled right back up. I could do nothing but whimper in frustration. My salvation was literally inches away, but the same torture I was trying to escape prevented me from attaining it. Jen kept right on talking as if nothing was happening, ignoring me as I thrashed impotently, swallowing mouthfuls of her piss while she talked casually with my mom.

“All week? Yeah, I can do that.”

Another pause, the only sound in the room Jen’s urine slowly refilling my unwilling mouth.

“Okay, bye Mrs. J. I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’.”

The stream continued as Jen hung up, rolled her shoulders, and looked back down at me. How could so much fit in such a small woman?

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It was a Friday night and Hannah was bored stupid with her and Germaine’s usual outings. It got to the point where she just wanted to stay at home and surf the Internet and watch movies on cable.

Germaine suggested that she visit his dojo in town. He thought it would be fun, and good exercise for her to learn self-defense.

Hannah ordered a karategi online.

When Friday rolled around again, Hannah got a phone call from Germaine’s instructor, Miguel.

Miguel was a dan in Ki-Aikido.

Germaine was already gone with friends, so Hannah asked Miguel to pick her up and take her to the jodo.

Teah was out with Grandmom Rhonda doing the laundry and Hannah didn’t have much to wear.

Hannah wore a tight white t-shirt, black leggings and shiny black high heel pumps.

Miguel pulled up in his sports car and he even got out and opened the passenger side door for her.

Hannah couldn’t recall the last time Germaine ever opened a door for her. Miguel drove into town and talked about everything, but Martial Arts.

At first Hannah thought he was a chatterbox, but once he brought up relationships, she started to brag.

“I got a good man,” Hannah said.

“Germaine is a great guy, isn’t he?”

“What more could a woman ask for?”

“Do you trust your man?”

Hannah looked at him and laughed.

“Of course I do. I know he ain’t out tonight trying to push up on other girls. He’s too shy.”

“It’s usually the shy ones that get seduced. I know what I’m talking about.”

“No you don’t,” Hannah said. “You’re just as crazy as you are lonely.”

At a red light, Miguel looked down at her huge thighs in the black leggings. He looked at her black pumps and the tacky white shirt.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

“Laundry day, I’m assuming.”

“Yeah,” Hannah said, and cut her eyes.

The car pulled off.

“It’s okay. I’m a sweet suit guy myself.”

He turned into the parking lot.

“Here we are.”

Miguel and Hannah got out and went inside. It was cool inside the dojo, compared to the humidity outside.

Hannah walked over to a showcase with her gym bag. Miguel turned on all the lights and met with her.

“Those are mine.”

Hannah saw plaques and awards, all with the name “Miguel Parker” on them.

She looked at him.

“Where are the trophies?”

“We don’t compete here,” he said.

“Then what’s the point of learning the moves?”

“Hannah, Aikido is a defensive martial art. We do not look for trouble. We seek the most peaceful and fluid resolution to conflict. We use the natural power of gravity, timing and circular movements, and we train to coordinate both mind and body.”

“Look at me,” she said. “Do I look like Aikido material to you?”

“Ki-Aikido is beneficial for everyone regardless of size, age, gender or physical ability.”

While Hannah looked at the other plaques and awards, Miguel took a few steps back and checked out her bubbled ass in those tight black leggings.

Hot damn, he thought. I’d love to stick my Jo into her Ki.

Miguel clapped his hands.

“Come now, my Deshi. We have much to do.”

Hannah turned to him.

“Where do I get dressed?”

Miguel pointed her to the dressing rooms.

He watched her switch away. He got dressed out in the open, on the padding.

Hannah came out in her karategi. She looked silly standing there. She bought it two sizes too big. She moved toward Miguel and stood in front of him.

“You may want to cuff your pants,” he said.

When she stood there staring at him, he kneeled down and turned up the ends of her pant legs.

He saw a rhinestone beaded chain around her ankle.

Her toenails were unpolished, but very glossy.

Miguel thought that it must’ve been nail enamel.

“You may wanna remove that.”

Hannah looked down and lifted her leg a bit.

“Germaine bought it for me.”

Hannah watched Miguel sit on the padding with his feet under him. Hannah sat next to him. He breathed deeply, and then he started lightly pounding his body parts with his fists. Hannah watched him do this.

“What are you doing?”

“Warm up,” he said. “Gets the blood flowing.”

Hannah did what he did, but eventually stopped and just watched him do it, and thought about how weird it looked.

“This is how you tumble,” he said.

Hannah watched Miguel forward roll off of his right shoulder and arrive at his feet.

“You try.”

Hannah started by putting both hands on the mat and her head down.

Miguel grabbed her by the waist.

“No, no, no.”

His grip was firm and strong.

“Never go head first. Fall on your shoulder. Your body should curl as you tumble.”

He used his hand to make a diagonal line from the back of her right shoulder to the lower left of her back.

“This is where you want the floor to hit. When you tumble, you roll diagonally. Try it again.”

He watched her do it correctly this time.

“Good. Now do tumbles to the end of the mat and tumble back.”

Hannah did this, and on the last tumble she fell forward with her big mardin escort but in the air.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Just a little dizzy,” she sat up. “Now what?”

Miguel had his arms out, but angled downward. He threw himself backward on the mat and fell with his head raised and his arms up at the elbows.

“Break falls.”

“You want me to fall with nobody to catch me?”

“Break fall is a safety move,” Miguel said. “You’re making the fall less forceful on your body. When you break fall, you keep your head up and your arms and legs up and out.”

Miguel got up.

“Like this.”

He break fell again and stood up.

“Now you try it.”

“Break your fall,” she said without enthusiasm.

Hannah put her arms out and looked behind her like something was there. She looked behind her a few times and then spread her feet apart a bit.

When she hesitated to do it, Miguel walked over and shoved Hannah down.

Hannah fell back on her butt and back, but her head, arms and legs remained off the mat.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“You did fine,” Miguel said.

He hit his chest.

“Now do me.”

Hannah got up and straightened her karategi.

Do you? she thought. I’ll rape you with all cock-choking, pussy-stroking intent.

She noticed his ripped biceps peeking from behind the front of his open karategi.

She moved toward him and shoved him down. He was quite heavy when she pushed him, but he went down with a break fall anyhow.

Hannah started to move like a boxer.

As she danced around, she cut mini farts that only she could hear.

Miguel stood, hands at his sides.

Hannah put her hands up.

“You ready to spar?” he asked.

“I took kickboxing before,” she said. “This should be easy.”

He pulled open his karategi shirt and palmed his insanely ripped chest.

“Then hit me.”

Hannah moved in and swung at him, but it was like he vanished and before she knew it, she was spun by her punching arm on to the mat.

She looked up and saw Miguel standing over her.

“We don’t teach that here.”

She got up and put her hands up. She rushed at him again. He did some kind of arm spin that flipped her and put her on the mat again.

She saw him over her.

“You done?”

She got up and jogged in place.

“Guess not,” he said.

He took his stance.

Hannah moved toward him. Before he could do anything, she spun around and jumped on his back.

She put her arm around his neck and coiled her legs around his upper body. It was like she was holding on to a piece of solid stone.

Miguel eventually got his hand between Hannah’s elbow joint and got her arm away from his neck.

He got hold of her heels and peeled her legs away from his body. He took her neck-holding arm and slung her around.

She flew off of Miguel and onto the mat once again. She got up on all fours and just looked at him.

Then she put her head down. She felt a solid stone of her own moving down from her lower intestine.

She touched her abdomen.

There was a lump on her lower left side.

She rubbed her tummy.

Miguel moved toward her.

“You okay?”

Hannah sprung up and started swinging at Miguel.

He ducked and dodged everything she threw.

“Hannah.”

She continued to swing.

“I think you should stop.”

She landed a blow to his face. She backed away and jogged in place.

“Let me train you.”

“I know what I know,” she said. “And you know what you know.”

“I don’t want anybody to get hurt,” he said.

“Yeah? Well, Miguel, I also came here to teach you something.”

Miguel laughed.

“What’s that?”

“I’m a bad mamma-jamma.”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied.

Hannah rushed in, spun around and tried to jump on his back again.

Miguel stepped to the side and lifted his arm.

Hannah’s lower jaw ran right into his elbow and she dropped instantly. Miguel looked down at her.

She was laid out on the mat, eyes shut, mouth open.

“Hannah?”

He kneeled down and nudged her.

“Hey Hannah.”

She was out cold.

Hannah came to in a room with a bench, a sofa, a table and some lockers. She was still a bit groggy and felt like she was in a dream state.

Maybe it was a dream.

It felt like one, because she was so displaced.

The last thing she remembered was moving toward Miguel on the mat.

She spun around and after that everything went black. She sat up slowly on a padded white table and felt her head.

“You’re alive,” Miguel moved toward her with his karategi shirt open. His muscles were all showing.

He handed her a cup.

“Drink.”

She sipped it. It was bitter like lemon juice, but it had a fruity zing to it. She drank it down.

“Looks like you got knocked the fuck out.”

She laughed. She swung her feet and looked down at them. She put her right foot up on the padding.

“What?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“My anklet.”

Miguel held it up in front of her.

She tried to grab it, but he moved marmaris escort it away with a smile. She grinned at him, jumped off the table and moved closer to him. She took it and looked at it.

“Thank you, Mickey.”

She looked up at him.

“Can I call you Mickey?”

“My mom calls me Mickey,” he said. “It’s okay.”

He walked away and put the cup near the sink. He went over to his locker, grabbed a towel and shut it.

“I’m hittin’ the showers. You comin’?”

Fuck yes, she thought. I’m hot and wet all in my pants just looking at your ripped and cut body, you sexy Rican.

Hannah found her gym bag on the chair and shouldered it. She followed him to the shower area.

“Men here, women there,” he pointed.

He entered the mens shower area with two urinals and three stalls. He went over to the shower area and turned on the water.

When he came back, Hannah was standing in front of the sinks with her gym bag.

“Hannah, this is the mens shower.”

She dropped her gym bag and opened the front of her karategi. She had on no bra and her tits wobbled.

He chuckled.

“Are you kidding me?”

She smiled and thumbed the elastic waistband on her pants. She turned around and slowly took her pants midway down her thick thighs. She leaned forward a bit and let off a mean fart. Miguel laughed at this.

She turned to him, pulled up her karategi pants and rubbed her tummy.

He moved toward Hannah and took her into his muscular arms.

She grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him.

He took her karategi shirt off of her shoulders until it fell on the floor behind her.

He continued kissing Hannah avidly.

This can’t be happening, can it? she thought. I am dreaming, aren’t I? This has to be a dream. I know I got knocked out. So I have to be dreaming about this.

Hannah pulled out of kissing and pulled down the front of his pants. His penis hung low, but now it was starting to rigidify.

My goodness, she thought. What a long ass dick.

Hannah got down on her knees. She heard her karategi pants tear at the seat, but she didn’t care.

Germaine’s dick isn’t this long. It’s thick, but not long.

She got all of his meat in her mouth.

She sucked and worked that dick like she would strip the candy shell from a bubble gum pop. She licked the head of his dong and he moaned.

She felt her turd coming slowly.

But, the dick was more important.

I’m about to dookie on myself, she thought. But I don’t care. This is a long and hard dick and I’ve got to get it inside of me. I gotta ride this dick. I gots to have it. Just this once, I’ll do this. But, never again. Because I’m a good person.

Hannah was cutting low dry farts. She stood up.

“I have to use the toilet.”

He pointed to the first stall.

“Go ahead.”

Hannah pulled down her ripped karategi pants, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Miguel went over to the mirror and watched the reflection of her ass jiggling as she walked.

She entered the stall and kept the door open.

Miguel’s dick stayed rock hard as she sat on the toilet and peed. She leaned forward, hands folded.

She farted and grunted.

She put her head down, and then got up.

“That was quick,” he said.

Hannah came out of the stall digging in her ass.

“It won’t come out.”

Miguel found all of this amusing. She was such a pretty, shapely and sexy lady and she couldn’t poop.

“Why are you laughin’? You never seen a girl take a dump before?”

“I saw a woman’s caca once at a barbeque. She couldn’t wait for my sister to get done in the bathroom, so she took a dump in the field near my house.”

Hannah kissed him again and they went into the shower area. He removed the rubber band from her ponytail and they both got wet.

He took the soap, lathered up his rag and washed her entire body, and then his.

Then, he pulled her close and kissed her again while the shower water rinsed them off.

He rubbed her big ass in circular motions, and then his hands opened her cheeks.

A sharp bark fart escaped her.

She squatted down and started sucking on his dick again. She took his dong back into her mouth as far as she could allow.

It seemed to get harder and harder.

In her squatting position, Hannah felt her hard turd burrowing downward toward her anus.

She let the hunk of shit stop at her ring piece and just sit there, pressing on her asshole, trying to get out.

Warm water ran down there between her open cheeks and wet her open asshole with the mound of turd peeking out, and it felt so fucking good.

I got a big chunk of dookie stuck in my asshole, Hannah thought. I got this big dick all in my mouth. I should be a fucking porn star for my dope-ass head game.

She stood up and sucked the fecal mass back up in there. She put her arms around his neck and hung on as Miguel lifted her up by the undersides of her knees and propped her up on the safety railing.

He carefully adjusted his rigid dick at her pussy lips and let it slide into her plush mecidiyeköy escort warmth.

He shut his eyes and sank his cock into the softest, most snug snatch ever to envelope his penis.

Hannah held on to Miguel tight with his arms still underneath her legs. He began to thrust and hammer his dick all up inside of her.

Hannah dug her nails into his back.

His cock wasn’t splitting her open like Germaine’s, but it was long and tickling her G-spot.

Her turd started moving downward. This time it crept out about a half inch. It was wide like a 16 ounce bottle of peroxide and full of random lumps, like a thick discharge of horse poop.

Damn it, Hannah thought. That dick is so fucking hard and long. My dookie is so big and thick! Oh, my head. Oh, my body. My fucking pussy and my asshole are about to fucking explode all on this man. I need this. I deserve it. I want it.

Hannah took all 9 inches of Miguel; she felt the shower water running down the front of her face and all over her wet, matted hair.

Oh God, Hannah thought. I’m about to dookie.

Miguel was running his meat up in her deep. He felt his body quiver. His semen was building up for a huge explosion.

His dick is throbbing, Hannah thought. He’s about to blow. Is he gonna pull out?

Miguel shut his eyes and groaned loudly as warm jets of man gravy blasted between her thighs.

She just held on to him as he finished.

When Miguel let Hannah down, she held onto the railing and leaned forward with her knees bent and her feet apart.

Miguel looked down and saw a fat brown thing wobbling between her cheeks.

He couldn’t move. He was frozen as the shower water hit him.

She leaned forward a bit more and her cheeks fell open some more.

The turd was fucking huge. It looked like the balled fist of a grade school student.

“Look how thick it is,” he managed to speak.

But, he was still hypnotized by it. He watched her thrutch, and the turd shuddered. It stuck out four inches before it became lighter and smoother.

Hannah peed hard with streams of dark yellow liquid that hit the floor and ran down into the drain.

She lowered her head and got up on her tiptoes.

The fist-turd slowly came out of her anus and hit the shower floor with a loud PA-LAT.

Hannah got under the shower water and opened her cheeks up.

She let water run down the crack of her ass and she used her hand to dig out any remaining shit morsels.

Miguel stood and watched with a rock hard dick as Hannah washed her butt and hands with the soap. She turned the water off and stood next to her turd.

Miguel stared at her for a second, and then moved past her stroking his fully erect penis.

Hannah came out of the shower area drying herself with a towel. She wrapped the towel around her body.

Miguel was on the bench in his sweat suit.

She sat across from him and dried her wet hair with another towel.

“Now what?” she asked.

He just sat there looking at her.

“I have never seen anything like that before. That’s the biggest caca in the history of mankind.”

Hannah sat next to him and kissed him again.

“Let’s go back to your place.”

Miguel got up and went to his locker.

“I really should be taking you home now.”

He got his things out and shut the door.

“What’d you do with it?” he asked.

“I flushed it,” Hannah said. “But, it wouldn’t go down the first couple of times.”

Miguel looked at his watch.

“What time does Germaine get home?”

“Right before three.”

Miguel offered her something to drink and she drank it. Then, she started feeling sluggish.

Miguel grinned at her and moved toward her.

“What was that?” she asked. “I feel good.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I didn’t drug you. But, it will help you to relax.”

Hannah had her eyes closed, mouth open.

Because it felt so real to her, Hannah had a damp spot at the seat of her leggings.

Hannah opened her eyes and found herself on the passenger seat of Miguel’s car.

She looked and saw Miguel talking to Germaine outside. She checked the time on the dashboard.

It said 12:43 am. She exhaled in relief.

It was just a dream, she thought.

Germaine came over and opened the door.

“You’re awake,” Germaine said. “Don’t worry, he told me what happened.”

Germaine took Hannah’s bag and helped her out of the car. Hannah held on to Germaine as she walked.

Miguel got in and pulled off.

Germaine helped Hannah into the house and put her on the couch.

“You want something to drink?”

Hannah’s mouth was dry.

“Yes.”

Germaine came back with a glass of water.

“Miguel says you got it out for him in the dojo.”

Hannah only nodded.

Germaine opened her gym bag and took out her ripped karategi pants.

“You got a tear in the back.”

Hannah spat her water out.

Germaine watched her sit the glass down.

“You okay?”

“Can you get me some more water?”

After Germaine left, Hannah picked up her karategi pants and looked at the hole. She recalled getting on her knees to suck dick, and then the pants ripping.

No way, Hannah thought. I did not fuck that guy.

She touched her hair. It was back in a ponytail and dry. She looked down at her right foot in the black pump. Her rhinestone anklet was there.

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Housewife Awakening Pt. 12

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This is a continuation of Housewife Awakening – Part 11

When my wife arrived at Erin’s massage parlour, she once again ran into Beth; who was just leaving with an absolute glow about her and a very unsteady walk. They exchanged kisses and briefly discussed plans for Sunday. My wife asked Beth to come with her to the bathroom. When they got in the bathroom, they kissed with passion and Karen pulled the dildo out of her pussy. She pulled down Beth’s yoga pants and slid the warm, wet end of the dildo up inside Beth’s pussy. She was able to slide about half of it into Beth’s pussy before it stopped. She let the end hang down one of Beth’s legs and pulled her yoga pants up. You could clearly see the outline of the rubber cock under the material. Beth was excited when she found out hers was the third pussy it had invaded that day. Beth left with the dildo obscenely on public display bulging out her yoga pant leg.

My wife then into the massage room to see Erin. Erin explained to my wife that Beth had stepped up to the next bigger attachment on the Hismith and my wife said she wanted the same. After the usual warmup, Erin rolled up the Hismith with an enormous 14″ long and 4″ thick. My wife gasped and smiled as she told Erin to go easy. Erin asked my wife if she minded an observer for the process and she, of course, had no objection. With that Erin brought in a familiar face. It was Cheryl. Cheryl had called her and wanted to know more about this special massage she had heard so much about from my wife and Connie.

My wife’s pussy easily took the large dildo and Erin started the normal routine of increasing the speed to get my wife worked up to a continuous orgasmic state. Erin explained to Cheryl that she would start her with a much smaller attachment and it would be up to her to find the right size and speed to meet Cheryl’s needs. To demonstrate the release possible, Erin asked Cheryl for one of her heels to use for the process. My wife lifted her bum so Erin could place Cheryl’s warm heel to catch her juices.

Once the enormous 14″ dildo hit maximum speed, my wife blacked out in an orgasmic dreamland. When she came to after Erin had stopped the machine, she saw Erin showing Cheryl her pussy juice filled heel and was explaining how the release works. Cheryl lapped up some of the pussy juice and exclaimed how fresh it tasted. Erin explained how it cleanses your body. Cheryl slipped off her other heel and divided the pussy juice between them. She put both of them back on her sweaty bare feet and pussy juice oozed out around her toe cleavage and foot.

My wife needed help up and out to her car after this session. Her pussy was completely wrecked and she was completely exhausted. I think Erin had found my wife’s perfect melikgazi escort session parameters. When Karen got home, she told me about this whole session and it made me hard as a rock. I bent her over the kitchen counter and was amazed at the sight of her thoroughly worn out pussy. I plowed my cock into her with ease. I was getting used to her pussy being so loose that it couldn’t even grip my cock but the mental images I had of her pussy being used by Erin and her juices gushing forth to fill her coworkers heels made me cum deep inside her cavern. She told me that today’s session changed something with her. She had a mad craving to have something inside her pussy and felt incomplete without something filling her. I asked her what she wanted to do about it and she said “let’s stuff my pussy full of as many dildos that will fit and I’ll go about my evening like that…see if it helps”.

I managed to get two large and one smaller dildo stuffed deep inside her. She pulled her panties up to help hold them in place. Watching my wife cook dinner and go about some housework and knowing her pussy was completely full had me rock hard all evening. It got really interesting when her Avon lady, Jennifer, stopped by unexpectedly. Karen had forgotten all about her appointment with her. It was so much fun watching my wife squirm and shift around as she sampled some new products and bought a few things.

Once Jennifer left, my wife said she needed me to fuck her again. She sat on the couch, spread her legs wide and I crawled up between them. I reached to pull out the smaller dildo and she stopped me. She told me to find room. Her pussy was so dripping wet that I rolled my hard cock around in her juices and started to push in between these dildos. She gasped in pain, so I stopped. I misread her gasp because she grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way in. After a few moments, her pussy adjusted to the fullness and I started to pound into her recklessly as she described what she’d like to do with her Avon lady if she had the chance. It didn’t take long before I was blowing another load inside my wife’s enormous and stuffed pussy. I withdrew and she pulled her panties back over the dildos and carried on for the remainder of the evening. When she pulled them out before her shower and bedtime, I could see right inside her gaping pussy up to her cervix. My wife’s status as a beautiful size queen had been restored and we were looking forward to where it would take our relationship.

Karen went into work the next day looking gorgeous as usual. The only difference today was she was wearing panties to hold an 8″ long, 3″ thick dildo inside her pussy for the day. At her work, there was a new dynamic between her and meram escort Cheryl now. Cheryl’s change of attitude was obvious. She was in charge and was going to call the shots. When she arrived at the office, she went over to my wife’s desk and rolled her back in her chair. She put her foot on my wife’s lap with the same black heels that were still damp with my wife’s pussy juice and Cheryl’s foot sweat. She told my wife to remove her shoes, one at a time, and lick her feet and heels clean. My wife obeyed as this version of Cheryl made her pussy wet immediately.

As my wife was servicing Cheryl’s feet and heels, she could see her amazing pussy under her skirt. Cheryl wasn’t wearing panties with this short skirt. When my wife had Cheryl’s second foot and heel clean, Cheryl slipped her heel back on and went to her desk. During the course of the morning, Cheryl explained that she had discussed her fantasies with her husband and he was excited.

Her husband, Dave, said he wanted to be able to fuck my wife too. Cheryl told my wife that Dave had a very large cock that she’d love. This intrigued my wife but she was a bit reluctant as she was only interested in taking women as her lovers outside her marriage. Cheryl simply told my wife if she wanted to continue to fuck her, she would have to allow Dave to fuck her as well. My wife wanted so badly to feel Cheryl’s size 10 foot inside her cunt again that she almost agreed to this deal on the spot. The day progressed with Cheryl giving my wife a wonderful show of her hiked up skirt, long legs and pussy while she dangled her heels. Unable to resist, my wife made her way over to Cheryl’s desk and went underneath between her legs. My wife spread Cheryl’s legs and put her mouth right on her beautiful pussy. She loved the taste of Cheryl and ate her pussy like a starving animal.

Cheryl’s phone rang and she took a call while my wife’s face was still buried in her pussy. My wife could hear that it was Dave and Cheryl told him that “the old milf is eating my pussy right now”. Then, as the call ended, Cheryl said “ok, see you shortly”. Cheryl then informed my wife that she needed to call me because Dave was on his way to join them. Frantic, my wife called me and filled me in on the details. I told her that I trusted her judgment and to do whatever pleased her. I hadn’t considered how I’d feel about all of this if she would be fucking another man’s cock but it occurred to me that she was letting me fuck Sarah all the time. I gave her my blessing and told her she needed to fill me in on this later.

My wife then went back over to Cheryl’s desk and resumed eating her pussy. After about 15 minutes, her husband Dave arrived. Dave was a large man at 6’2″ and 210lbs and by mersin escort the time my wife first saw him, he already had his cock out. My wife said it wasn’t as thick as she expected from Cheryl’s description but it was the longest cock she’d ever seen. No wonder Cheryl’s pussy was able to take a dildo so deep the other day. Cheryl rolled her office chair out and my wife followed, not letting her mouth leave that delicious pussy.

My wife felt Dave lift her skirt up over her bum and make an excited “oooh” when he saw a dildo already in her pussy. My wife turned around and told Dave to stick his cock in her alongside the dildo. She soon felt Dave’s cock head entering her. Cheryl practically yelled at Dave to fuck her deep and hard. “She can take it, she took my whole foot inside her cunt”. Dave grabbed my wife’s thighs and pulled hard into her. An orgasm rocked my wife as the head of Dave’s cock displaced her cervix deeper inside of her.

After Dave pounded my wife’s pussy for a few minutes, Cheryl instructed him to remove his cock and the dildo from her. She handed Dave one of her black heels and he knew what to do. He slipped his massive cock inside his wife’s heel and tucked his balls inside the heel cup. His cock was so long, it filled up that size 10 heel. Then my wife felt the toe of Cheryl’s heel at her slick entrance. She pushed back to get it started in as she craved it badly. In one swift motion, Dave slid that size 10 heel and his cock deep inside my wife’s pussy. This set her off with another orgasm.

Cheryl was telling my wife to focus on eating her pussy and not to stop. Waves of orgasms were rolling over my wife as Dave pounded deep into her with Cheryl’s heel. Cheryl then handed my wife the dildo her husband had pulled from my wife’s pussy and instructed her to fuck with it. My wife plowed the dildo in and out of Cheryl’s pussy with the same intensity Dave was pounding her. After a few more minutes, Dave pulled out of my wife but pushed Cheryl’s heel back deep inside her. Cheryl instructed my wife to sit on her desk and dangle her heels as she watched Dave fuck her. My wife watched and rubbed her own clit as Dave’s massive cock slid deep inside his own wife’s pussy. My wife guessed Dave’s cock was 12″ long and his balls were hammering Cheryl’s ass as he plowed deep into her over the desk. My wife moved over a bit and started to rub Cheryl’s clit as Dave fucked her. Cheryl had a monster orgasm and Dave erupted inside her simultaneously.

After Dave withdrew, Cheryl stayed on her desk and told my wife to clean her pussy up. My wife got behind her and lapped the juices from her pussy. She reached her fingers inside Cheryl and scooped out as much of Dave’s cum as she could and drank it up. When she was done, Cheryl told her to give her back her heel. My wife slid the destroyed looking heel from her pussy and slid it onto Cheryl’s foot. Dave thanked my wife and his and left. The rest of the day went quickly and my wife couldn’t wait to get home to tell me about her day.

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My Crazy Girlfriend: Honeymoon Pt. 03

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Liv had sat up from her bitter pouting that Kayla had abandoned us after just a single round. She kissed me as the strap from her bra dropped off her shoulder, playing her tongue along mine, giggling as my stiff cock grazed her stomach.

“You’re already hard again,” She leaned over kissing my neck, “Let’s go find another slut for you.” She panted into my skin.

“I just fucked a total stranger; I want to fuck you now.” I panted back, running my hands across her ass.

“Come on, when’s the next time we’ll be in paradise with a club at the resort?” Her pleading eyes sparkled up at me, her soft hand was stroking me, trying to massage me into agreement. I didn’t relish the thought of spending our whole honeymoon engaging in my new wife’s relentless depravity, but the look in her eyes told me resisting would be pointless.

“Do you really want to spend our honeymoon watching me bang skanks the whole time?” I asked smirking.

She rolled her eyes sheepishly, “Not the whole time, just… you know… at night… maybe sometimes at the beach.” She leaned up and put her nose to mine playfully, “If you don’t want to, you and I can see how much thick batter you can pump into me, but I just thought, once we graduate and get out into the real world it’ll so much harder for me to do this with you. I just wanted one more nasty little get away.”

I sighed and touched her face, “You’re the weirdest wife.”

“That’s not a no.” She giggled, her nose scrunching up.

“It’s not, but when we’re done,” I reached down and put my hand between her legs, my finger rubbing the slick, mess that saturated her panties. She jolted and groaned, grabbing my neck, “You and I are going to do some gross baby making.”

She bounced in place, “I’m going to go get into something wing-man-y. You dress your cutest.”

She bounded off the bed and to the bags in the corner, rifling through her belongings for something to wear, pulling out a blue dress that she hastily put on over the soiled underwear she was wearing. It was cute and short, but not provocative, with spaghetti straps and white stripes.

I put on slacks and a white button up. I wanted to wear jeans but was roundly scolded until I picked something that would allow more feeling when dancing. Once dressed, and freshened up, I was dragged from the room across the resort facility to a long line that waited to get into the dance club. Liv was feeling playful and danced to the music that boomed through the wall, teasing me, grinding, and laughing until we were admitted.

Once in the club she grabbed my hand and pulled the gold wedding band off, dropping it into her purse, “I’m getting drinks, you go play.” She winked and headed towards the bar.

Out on the dance floor I face planted almost literally. I danced with some cute girls who quickly moved on to either their friends or dates and eventually made my way back to Liv at the bar who, being the pickup artist she is, had two cute girls sitting with her.

I picked up the Jack and Coke she had ordered for me, which had now sweated a small pool of condensation onto the bar and sipped it through the straw, “Who are your friends?” I asked casually looking them over. Liv is incredible. “Josie,” introduced herself, a flat, doll sized, blonde with the world’s most innocent face. Her big eyes looked out at everything like she was afraid of being eaten. She wore a cute purple dress that hugged her petite waist. “Ava,” was a long, evenly tanned beauty with blue eyes and long black hair. She was wearing a black, pinstripe, cocktail dress that advertised her butt and long slender legs.

I introduced myself and Ava looked me over, “How do you know each other?”

Liv leaned in and spoke loudly over the music, “I’m his wingman to these things, poor guy has no game.” Ava laughed and Josie smiled.

“Do you mind if I take your friend out to dance?” Ava asked, Liv gestured to the dance floor and Ava grabbed my wrist pulling me into the crowd of people gyrating to the thumping music. Ava was not messing around, as soon as we reached a comfortable spot, she set to work rocking her hips against the seat of my pants, her butt pushed into me as she rolled her body to the music.

She was anxious to feel my hands on her, pulling them to her hips so I could feel her body move and sway. She leaned back, putting her arms around my neck as she leaned her backside into me, craning her head with a sweet smile and yelled over the music, “Are you as into me as it feels?”

I was confused by the question until the swaying of her hips altered me to my cock throbbing against her through my slacks. I answered the question by pulling her face to mine in a soft kiss. She kissed back, but it wasn’t soft. She was hungry, the dress and tan had been lures. Her tongue slithered against mine and I felt the cheeks of her butt pushing apart against me as she ground her hips up and down through the kiss.

We parted the kiss and her eyes bored into me, but looked away when she saw I wasn’t looking back, Liv walked up smiling and got close to Ava, who blushed, muğla escort “Sorry for stealing your date!” Ava yelled.

“I can share!” Liv yelled back. Liv leaned into Ava, putting her arms over Ava’s shoulders and onto mine leaning in. Ava welcomed the kiss from her new, ginger friend. They embraced in a sapphic kiss, Ava putting her hands around Liv who locked her lips and tongue with Ava’s in a delicate embrace. They pulled apart slowly, their noses touching, and Ava leaned into Liv’s ear. Liv gave a big smile and nodded pointing as I felt Ava’s hand grab mine.

She led me from the dance floor as I looked over my shoulder at Liv who had gone back to the bar. Ava pulled me to a corner booth in the darkest part of the club and pushed me into the cushioned seat. She climbed into the seat, straddling me, the hem of her dress sliding up her fit, tan, legs as she leaned over, beginning to kiss me.

I could hear her panting and gasping as she rocked her hips into my lap as we kissed. I could feel her panties gliding against me and feel her voice through our intense kiss. She pulled back in annoyance and barked, “Touch me.”

I put my hand on her flat stomach and slid it upward between her breasts to her neck and pulled her back into the kiss, my other hand slid down her side and back resting on her ass which was still grinding into my stiff, tented, lap. I felt the cushion shift as someone climbed into the booth but when I turned to look, Ava held my head firm to continue feeling my tongue with hers, dragging her ass against my lap and hand.

I heard Liv’s voice over the music, “Save some for the rest of us.”

Ava smiled and leaned back, looking over at my wife, “I was about to ask him to come back to our room.”

Liv gave her a pleading look, “Can I come?”

Ava laughed looking at me and then at Liv, “Alright, yeah.”

Josie, who had followed Liv, clearly afraid of being left out, called to her friend over the table, “What should I do?”

Ava shrugged, “Come with us.”

Josie watched her dark-haired friend lean over and kiss my neck while looking at her, Liv leaned into Josie’s ear and whispered encouragement. Ava looked at Liv, “We’re on the first floor.”

She looked back at me, climbing out of my lap, “Stay close.” She winked as I stood up. We made our way through the club, Ava with a tight hold on my hand and for a moment, I marveled at the whole scenario. Less than two hours ago, a stranger named Kayla was screaming on top of me as my wife rubbed herself into a stupor. Now, because of my wife’s ability to find anxious, horny, young women anywhere she went, I was now going to a stranger’s room with her, and two girls.

The walk back to the girls’ room was brief, and less of a walk than a hustle. It was like we had a bus to catch that could leave at any moment, but that bus was a depraved night in. Ava’s hand was slick with sweat from pulling me along. We made it to the door and Josie unlocked it, Ava apparently hadn’t traveled with her purse.

We had scarcely cleared the door and made it into the room when Ava grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the bed, climbing onto it and over me. She leaned her head down, on her hands and knees, her lips and tongue lashing at mine with mating fervor as her hand undid my belt and pants tugging them open. She reached into my boxers stroking my bare shaft as she kissed my neck for several moments before pulling her hand free and licking it with an evil smile, “I’m not your first catch of the night.”

“Well, um, its uh…” I stammered.

She laughed, “Well, when I’m finished there won’t be anymore.” She yanked on my boxers pulling my cock out and sliding down until she knelt on the floor in front of me, tugging at my pants until they came off as I kicked my feet free of my shoes, my cock bobbing as it throbbed in the open air.

She wrapped her full lips around and began bobbing, sucking Kayla’s flavor off me, her tongue dragging along the bottom of my shaft as the seal of her mouth tugged. I pulled her thick, dark, hair to one side as she sucked, causing me to grunt in enjoyment. Liv crawled onto the bed and watched, her big eyes sparkling happily as the club girl worked my hard cock.

Ava’s mouth slid up and she licked precum off my tip as it popped against her chin, “I needed this so bad.” She said leaning over and dragging her tongue over me in a long swipe looking back at Josie who was sitting on the floor, awkwardly hugging her legs.

“Come get in on this,”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not really into hook ups.” The blonde said looking away.

“I know you’re jealous and feeling left out watching, now would you get over here.” Ava scolded.

Josie crawled across the floor to the edge of the bed and positioned in front of me with Ava who wagged my cock with her hand to tempt her bashful friend. Josie gave her friend a dirty look before taking me into her small hands and stroking, rubbing her thumb in precum before leaning over and sucking.

I watched the cute face slide up and down, her big eyes looking at me as though muratpaşa escort she was insecure about how much I enjoyed what was she was doing. I hoped my heavy breathing and pulsing cock against her tongue confirmed that I was lost in her soft mouth.

“So, you two are on the rebound?” Liv asked Ava while watching the innocent girl stroke me with her lips.

“I am,” Josie said pulling her friend’s blonde hair over her shoulder, “Josie here is just on a dry spell because she thinks no one will like her because she’s flat.”

Josie stopped and looked up at her friend with an angry look, “It’s hard to get into the mood when you’re insulting me.”

Liv laughed, “Don’t worry, I know his type and skinny little things are exactly it.”

Josie looked at Liv for assurance before lowering her mouth around me again. Her mouth was gentle and slow as she bobbed up and down lapping up precum from my tip as she did. I flexed my hips up, pushing into her throat which made her gag but she didn’t seem to mind.

I leaned her away and took Ava’s hand, standing up, “That’s enough of me,” I pulled Ava into a kiss that she welcomed and reached under her dress slipping her panties off. She shimmied her fit body letting them drop to her ankles. I pushed her onto the bed and she laughed.

I turned to Josie and pulled her to her feet, I spun her back to me and leaned forward so my cock pressed against her, grabbing her a-cups making her gasp and her knees give. I kissed her neck feeling her squirm as I groped her for several moments as Ava and Liv watched, entertained, before reaching for her panties and sliding them off.

I pushed her onto the bed and crawled up to Ava pulling her legs open, the dress riding up to expose her wet, brown pussy. The inside was visible and wet. I pushed my tongue into the glossy mess and dragged it up along her folds and clit. She clenched, flexing her hips up and groaned, grabbing the comforter. I flicked my tongue against the slick hood of her clit, lapping at her wet lips, while my hands held her hips in place in a firm grip.

Liv leaned over, hiding Ava’s face behind her copper hair and kissed her. Ava’s moans were not muted through the kiss, though she made an effort to keep her lips to Liv’s. I felt her thighs tighten and her stomach try to buck as I lapped at her pussy, noticing it drip onto the blanket.

Suddenly, just as I felt her start to throb close to climax there was a loud series of bangs at the door. Ava’s eyes popped open and she closed her legs, “Get in the closet!” She hissed.

“Wait, what?” I asked, alarmed and confused.

“Go!” She hissed again, snatching my belt, pants, and shoes, and shoving me into the closet. Josie and Liv had already scrambled off the bed into the mirrored space and I followed. She slid the closet closed and we waited in the dark. Light was cutting in, allowing us a faint view inside the closet.

As we waited in silence, we heard a heavy voice interrogating Ava about where she had disappeared to. I didn’t need to look at Liv to feel her cringe at what might be going on. I tried to listen in but was distracted at the feeling of soft flesh on my softening cock.

Josie had pulled the hem of her dress up to expose her ass and was dragging it across me. I couldn’t see much of her face, but I could feel her leaning into the effort bringing my cock to a throbbing stand. I could feel my cock being pushed down against her. Liv was encouraging Josie, whose hands were at my neck.

Outside we could hear Ava arguing with what sounded like an older man, insisting nothing was going on, she had forgotten her phone and gotten back to the room late. Josie let go of my neck and leaned against the wall, pushing her hips out. I pulled back my hips and pushed my cock down, so it glided between her legs, along the lips of her pussy which were almost as wet as Liv got. I heard a quiet squeal from Josie as I slid my cock back and forth against her.

In the faint light, I could see her hand over her mouth as my shaft teased her in the dark, making her flat, pale, body twitch. I leaned in and kissed her neck sawing back and forth making her whimper and pant into her hand.

“Want it?” I whispered as quietly as I could into her ear.

She nodded, “Ok stay quiet.”

I pulled back feeling my tip graze along her wet cunt until I felt her opening and pushed. She squealed into her palm, pushing her face against the wall as she did. Her pussy squeezed me as I pushed in. She was so tight I gasped louder than I meant to as I slid into her until her ass hit my stomach. I started to pump, slowly at first, thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm. Josie struggled to stay silent as I started to fuck her.

I sped up hearing her cries and whimpers through her palm, fluid dripped down her leg. I was lost in the soft, tight, grip of her pussy, relishing the noises the sweet, bashful girl made as I fucked when the door of the closet slid open, and Ava stood in the opening.

“I put you in the closet for just a few minutes to shew my dad away muş escort and you’re fucking my rebound on the sly.” She smirked, “I’m so proud of you.”

I pulled free of Josie and looked at Ava, “Your dad?” I asked with a nervous edge.

“We’re freshman at UT on a family getaway. Relax.” Ava said rolling her eyes. She looked at Josie, “Quit hogging all the fun and get out here.”

I leaned away and stepped away from the closet, Josie and Liv following. Ava pulled the straps on her dress down and exposed her long, tan, body, with cute b’s bobbing as she tugged the garment off her ankles. Her lean, teenage body was now completely naked, and she wielded it like a weapon, getting close to me, stroking my cock that was slick with her friend’s pussy,

“I brought you up here to fuck you until you were empty because I’m depressed, but if you can promise that will still happen after fucking Josie, I guess she can go first.”

Liv leaned into Ava and kissed her cheek, “It doesn’t matter who goes first, he’s insatiable. He could fuck us all tonight.”

Ava raised an eyebrow, “Good.” She said flatly before pushing me onto the bed and climbing over me, “Sorry Josie, I have to cut in.”

She straddled me, her lean, tan body hanging over as she got settled into place. She leaned over me and I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked, she moaned and laughed as she positioned my cock under her and slide down. She leaned back until her butt hit my thighs and groaned with satisfaction, starting to rock her hips.

Her body flexed on top of me as she started to fuck, her voice getting louder, her body starting to rob her of control as she bent over grabbing the comforter by my head. She was aggressive, groaning and grinding, stroking her insides with my cock.

“Fuck, it feels so good…” She panted. She leaned over and dragged her tongue up my face. I slapped her ass and she gasped before leaning back and working her hips forcefully.

I held her hips as she fucked, groaning, her b-cups shaking as her body rolled on top of me, her dark hair invading her cute, breathless face as she fucked. The wet sounds of her thrashing pussy filled the room as Josie and Liv watched hypnotized. I reached up squeezing one of her breasts, playing with the nipple in my fingers making her eyes close.

Her young pussy was slick and tight and the steady movement of her hips built hot pressure in my hips that began to slip from my control. I put my hand on her side and the other on her shoulder and she smiled down at me, “Gonna cum?”

“Soon,” I panted.

She laughed wickedly and kept fucking, her hips rhythmically stroking me cock, panting and relishing my struggle to keep control as her teen body worked until without warning she lurched forward, and my cock sprang free. She leaned down letting the top push against her ass and kissed my neck.

“Not so fast, I want to play with you more first.” She said, leaning over and kissing me. I held her face, my fingers laced in her hair for several moments before pulling back.

“I’m glad to hear that because I wasn’t done with my snack.” I put my hand on her shoulder and lurched, rolling her onto her back. She yelled in surprise grabbing me as I tossed her over me and began climbing down between her legs. Her pussy was puffy from the abuse she’d just put it through, and fluid smeared across her folds. I plunged my tongue against it, grabbing her hips, lapping at it, tasting the sour flavor. She cried and grabbed my hair, flexing and bucking as I ate her.

She cried, one hand holding my hair the other clutching the comforter above her as I flicked the hood of her clit and massaged the lips of her cunt. I could feel it starting to pulse as I ate, her slender brown body twitching and losing control.

Liv had crawled over to her and wrapped her mouth around one of Ava’s perky breasts, sucking and licking, sending her into a frenzy as her moans fried into gasps. Her hand yanked violently on my scalp as her body thrashed, climax threatening to overtake her. I flexed my grip on her hips and waist, pinning her down as I licked and tongued until she groaned and shook.

Climax shot across her making her flat stomach tighten, her pussy dripped and pulsed against my tongue as her legs bent and toes curled from the heat and shocks my tongue sent through her body. She gasped for breath, raking hair from her face and laughed, “Y’all are so fun.”

Liv craned over Ava with a smile, copper hair hanging in Ava’s face, “Feeling better now?”

“I’m feeling pretty good now, yeah.” Ava said with a laugh, pulling Liv into a kiss. I watched them kiss for several moments, Liv whimpering against Ava’s plump lips before pulling away and whispering in her ear.

Ava giggled, “Really?” Liv nodded, and they both looked at me.

“What?” I asked.

Ava rolled onto her stomach, laying flat and put her hands on her ass making her young cheeks bounce, “Ready for a little booty?”

I crawled over, my legs spread around hers, like a pavlovian response. Precum dripped off my cock onto her ass and she bit her lip as I angled down towards her pussy as she flexed her hips up to me. I dragged my wet cock across her ass before plunging it into her again. She cried and grabbed the sheets as I pushed my way in, her tan body pushing back to feel me stretching her.

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Krysten’s Crappiest Day

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The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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KRYSTEN’S CRAPPIEST DAY.

It was down to two; man against man or, more accurately, woman against woman. Due to budget cuts, there was only one place available for a fully-funded research grant at Cleveland’s Rutherford Hayes University bio-chemistry department and the shortlist had been narrowed down to two; herself, Krysten Young, and another girl named Anna Arakelian. Now today was the big day. Make or break; no prizes for second place. It was that important.

Krysten stepped out of the shower, nervous but excited, too. Walking through into her bedroom, she mentally ran through part of her presentation for something like the hundredth time. She dropped her towel onto the floor and caught a look at her nude self in the mirror. She knew she was no stunning beauty but she was more than attractive enough. She stood an average five foot six inches and had a pleasant oval face with a fresh-faced complexion coupled with clear gray eyes and light brown to blond hair. She had nice lips but she didn’t like her nose much which she thought was slightly too long and not quite straight enough. As she stood with her arms raised, which lifted her boobs nicely, tying up her hair into a loose bun she looked down at her body. She wasn’t impressed with her boobs as despite being a lovely C-cup, they weren’t as pert as she’d like but tended to lie against her chest wall. They weren’t that saggy but she’d never pass the pencil test, she thought. And her pink nipples and areolas weren’t as well defined as she would have liked. Her belly was a little rounded, her hips a little wider and as for her thighs — don’t go there, girl, she thought. She looked down at her pubic mound with its neatly shaved landing strip and the hint of her rosy labia sticking out beneath.

She knew she was being too hard on her body. She played varsity softball and after a game, in the showers, she knew she compared okay with the other girls. And from their conversations, she knew they all had insecurities, too; even the drop-dead gorgeous Rebecca who funded her studies by pole dancing some evenings and weekends. A couple of the bi girls had hit on Krysten and her few boyfriends sure admired and appreciated her body when she had let them see her naked.

Her hand slipped down between her legs and she wondered whether she had time to relieve some of her tensions but one glance at the clock suggested that would be a bad idea so, sucking in her belly, she crossed to the chair where she had laid out the clothes she would wear for the presentation. She slipped on a plain white bra, nothing too tarty but with a hint of lace, and teamed it with a white thong as she didn’t want any visible panty line showing. She pulled up a pair of cream-colored slacks and topped it off with a white blouse with more lace on the collar. Another glance at the mirror showed she looked sexy in an understated way yet also professional. Changing her mind, she undid the second button of her blouse revealing a hint of cleavage while a slender gold chain at her throat drew the gaze to that part of her body. As it was the chemistry department, she realized there would be far more men than women in the audience and an intimation of sex never hurt a woman’s chances with men. She might lean forward when changing a PowerPoint slide and give just a glimpse of her twin assets.

Finally, she applied some discreet makeup to her lips and eyes and a touch of blusher to her cheeks. She stepped back for a final look and was pleased with the effect. A spray of perfume sealed the deal. She blew a little kiss to herself before leaving her apartment and walking downstairs to her little Fiat and drove the couple of miles over to the campus.

A group of people were meeting in the lecturers’ common room for a quick get together before the presentation at ten a.m. A few of her friends rushed over to greet her and wish her well. Her best friend, Laura, gave her a little hug and kiss on the cheek. Coffee and cookies of several different flavors had been laid out on a credenza but Krysten could not face them but instead took a can of coke from an ice bucket. She popped the top, poured it into a glass and sipped the fizzy drink. Over at the far side of the room was her rival for funding, Ms. Anna Arakelian herself.

Krysten and Anna had never been close as their specialized fields were somewhat different and merter escort they had few friends in common. However, Anna waved her over and making her excuses to a post-grad who was moaning about research funding in general Krysten crossed the room.

Anna’s Armenian heritage was very evident with her sultry, almost exotic looks. She was the same age as Krysten but seemed so much more poised and self-confident. She had lustrous dark brown, almost black hair, which she wore straight and loose which perfectly complemented her deep brown eyes set within calf-like lashes. Full, ruby-red lips against her olive skin set off her white teeth. In contrast to Krysten’s pale outfit, Anna wore a black trouser suit which flattered her chesty, curvy figure.

Anna held out her hand. “Good luck,” she said.

Krysten wished her the same but it was hard to make small talk with this woman.

Somebody by the door tapped a glass with a knife making a ringing sound and the room fell silent as the university’s Chancellor himself entered. Krysten felt overwhelmed that somebody of such importance would be listening to her presentation and her knees felt weak. She glanced over but Anna seemed unfazed.

The Chancellor said a few words and Krysten set her coke down on a nearby table. So she did not notice her rival slip a small sachet out of her purse, pour some powder into her glass and give it a swirl before stepping away from the table.

The Chancellor made a small speech, followed by the Departmental Head, followed by a representative from a big pharma company who was providing the funding. There were even visiting academics from Miskatonic in Massachusetts and both Oxford and Cambridge universities in England. Krysten drank her coke and made a grimace as it seemed to have gone flat very quickly. She stifled a small belch as she finished her drink. She hoped she wouldn’t burp during her presentation.

Professor Emmerson came over to wish the two young women luck. She was a kindly, gray-haired woman in her fifties who had once been short listed for the Nobel Prize itself, although she didn’t win.

“We’re about to start in a few minutes. It’s been decided to go in alphabetical order so you’ll be going first, Anna. Is that alright with you?”

Anna nodded assent and shortly after everyone left the common room and made their way down the corridor to the auditorium where rows of tiered blue seats faced a stage behind which were blue velvet drapes. A large projection screen had been set up for any slides while a young undergraduate stood to one side to assist with any tech.

Everyone took their seats, the important people in the first few rows while undergraduates and the merely curious filled the rest. Krysten sat near the front next to Professor Emmerson. Looking around, the auditorium was more than half full, Krysten noticed; a bigger audience than she’d expected which increased her nervousness and she felt her palms getting sweaty. Meanwhile Anna Arakelian made her way to the stage and looked as self-assured as she did earlier. The lights dimmed and Anna was now illuminated by a spotlight making her the center of attention.

Anna dipped a little bow to the Chancellor, then gave a short summary of what she would be discussing. She was so polished, Krysten thought, as if she gave speeches every day of her life. It was like she was a lawyer or Congresswoman rather than a Mid-West post-grad student looking for research funding. Krysten was impressed with Anna’s delivery, the effective use of slides and PowerPoint, how she marshaled an argument and referred to recent developments in her field. Anna’s specialty was chemical reactions and enzymes within the alimentary canal.

Several minutes in, Krysten felt a nervous pressure building up within her gut. She’d expected to be anxious but this wasn’t helping. She bit her lower lip in nervousness and half stood but thought it would appear rude if she got up and walked out in front of everyone so she sat back down again. She frowned and tried to suppress the gas build up. For a minute that worked but intestinal gas built up more and more and Krysten knew she would have to release it. Carefully, not wanting to draw attention to herself, she shifted her buttocks and let the flatus slip out, praying it would be soundless. Fortunately, it was nearly silent but a distinct odor escaped and Professor Emmerson looked at her but Krysten stared at a man sitting nearby, trying to pass it off as his.

Krysten wondered what to do. What was the best thing to do? Get up and make a walk of shame past the whole auditorium to the restrooms, risking disapproval, or suppress things and try to tough it out? Before she could decide, another stronger fart grumbled through her guts, pushing out through her crinkly anus. She was lucky as Anna had just made a merzifon escort little joke and the audience laughed politely at the same time, covering any sound. Krysten glared at the unsuspecting man trying to cover her tracks with the smell.

That fart seemed to settle things momentarily and Krysten felt relief and wiped her clammy hands on her pants. She breathed more easily. But not for long as she felt another rumble in her intestines. Would she be able to slip another one out unnoticed? She drew in breath as things were rapidly going from bad to worse. Now she felt something solid passing down into her rectum so she desperately clenched her buttocks tight. But the gassy build up demanded to be expelled so very carefully, she lifted one buttock and pushed the foul flatus out, desperately making sure the solid did not escape. However, she felt it slide further down her rectum and the pressure in her lower bowel was now constant and almost intolerable.

Trying to take her mind off things, she looked up at the stage and saw that Anna was wrapping up her presentation and was taking questions from the assembled academics. Did she have time to rush to the restrooms and poop before it was her turn to speak? A brief debate with the Oxford scholar occurred about one abstract point in the duodenum and during that time, Krysten let a couple more fairly quiet blasts escape, but she felt that she really couldn’t hold off much longer. Things were getting even worse as her bowels felt horribly runny inside, only held in place by that plug of more solid stool.

“Are you alright, dear?” Professor Emmerson asked with concern in her voice.

Krysten couldn’t trust herself to speak but merely nodded.

There was a round of applause then the Departmental Head stood and walked over to the podium and thanked Anna for a most informative speech.

He finished off with, “And now our next speaker is Ms. Krysten Young who I am positive will also make a most enlightening contribution to our knowledge today.”

He extended his arm, pointing out Krysten, and the spotlight swung over, illuminating her. It was too late now. She couldn’t rush off to the restrooms now, not without looking both rude and foolish which wouldn’t make a good start.

Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Krysten stood and walked over to the stage. There were several steps up to the platform and as she climbed up, she felt that hard turd slip down still further until it was just poking out of her anus and only held in place by her thong’s string at the back. She blushed and hoped that nobody would notice anything odd. More, she prayed that it would stay there. She stood there next to the Departmental Head who gave a brief introduction and outline of her achievements to date. She stood there in terrible agony now desperately trying to hold that lump of shit in place and hoping that the Head could not smell anything foul. She so wanted to fart and release flatus but knew that would mean disaster. She was perspiring freely and hoped that there were no damp stains showing under her armpits.

“I now give you Ms. Krysten Young,” he ended with, stepping away and clapping and grinning like a daytime TV game show host. The audience clapped and there were a few cheers from her friends who were rooting for her.

“Go, girl,” called Laura over the applause.

The clapping died away but not too soon for Krysten. This was becoming the worst experience of her life. All she wanted to do was rush off stage, dash to the bathrooms, find a clean cubicle, drop her panties and take the biggest shit of her life. But she had to get through her presentation first.

She coughed — and felt that protruding turd inch down and slide against the cloth of her thong.

Gripping the podium with sweaty hands she started off. “As most of you know, human plasma proteins such as fetuin, ceruloplasmin and transferrin are glycoproteins, as also are several other hormones such as thyrotropin and chorionic gonadotropin.”

She realized she had started at a rush and paused before carrying on. Would she be able to get through this ordeal after all?

“Some important immunological molecules of the glycoprotein class include blood group antigens of the ABO and Lewis types as well as the immunoglobulins and histocompatibility antigens.”

She felt her audience hanging on every word.

“This slide may explain things a little better.” She turned and clicked a button and the first PowerPoint display appeared on the screen. But the act of turning brought on utter disaster. She let her grip on her sphincter relax for just a moment but that was all it took. The turd pushed out of her asshole, past her thong and slid greasily down the back of her thigh.

Krysten blanched. Would anyone notice? She would have to face to the mezitli escort front without moving now for the rest of her speech. Yet an instant later, that thought became irrelevant. Now that turd had gone there was nothing holding the rest of her shit in place. With a trumpet blast of sound, diarrhea cascaded out of her ass. It was like a geyser erupting. The seat of her cream pants was ruined and everyone witnessed it. The semi-liquid sewage flowed down her legs, staining her pants legs shit brown. Another eruption of gas followed by another tsunami of hot liquid sewage poured out of her ass and down her legs. Almost as bad was the sulfurous stench of shit that filled the air.

Gasps and cries of shock and outrage filled the auditorium as first the front rows and then everyone saw what was happening; some people at the back stood to see better. There were a few catcalls and jeers from some of the male undergraduates at the back but these were quickly silenced. Professor Emmerson stood and moved towards the stage.

Another fart sounded but not as loud as before followed by a loose trickle of watery diarrhea. Overwhelmed by what had happened, Krysten broke down and burst into tears, such was her complete shame and humiliation. Overcome with emotion, her bladder now let go and warm urine flooded the front of her cream pants leaving her standing in a spreading puddle of her own wastes. Krysten so wished she were dead.

Professor Emmerson reached her and took control of the microphone.

“Due to Ms. Young’s sudden indisposition, this presentation has been canceled for the time being but will go ahead at a future date, thank you,” she announced.

Turning to the sobbing Krysten, Professor Emmerson kindly put an arm around her shoulders and led her off the side of the stage and out of sight. But Krysten heard the sound of the audience talking. And in her distress she still caught a glimpse of Anna’s triumphant smirk before she covered her mouth with her hand.

“Let’s find a bathroom and get you cleaned up and get you home,” she said quietly to the still weeping young woman. Professor Emmerson had a couple of daughters, both adults themselves now with a grandchild on its way, so cleaning up a bit of piss or poop didn’t faze her.

She led Krysten to a disabled restroom. A minute later, Laura knocked and was let in. Wrinkling her nose with distaste she asked if there was anything she could do.

“Go to the infirmary and get a robe and several pairs of paper panties while I clean her up,” said Professor Emmerson.

Laura hurried off, glad to escape, while Professor Emmerson helped Krysten take off her soiled clothes until she was naked. Only her white bra was untouched by shit or piss. Running a basin of water, Professor Emmerson grabbed some paper towels from their dispenser, squirted soap on them and carefully wiped off as much waste as she could concentrating on the girl’s ass and legs as if she were a toddler fresh out of diapers. She even cleaned around the girl’s stinging anus and Krysten’s tears flowed as she knew the older woman had a full view of her privates. All the time, Krysten was weeping as the full realization of her embarrassment and ignominy sunk in. But beneath her tears, she started to wonder at how this sudden shitstorm had happened. Had she been fixed somehow? It had to be that bitch Anna Arakelian as she was the one who had gained by this and a little coal of hate against that woman ignited in her heart. When Laura returned, they dropped the soiled clothing into a yellow clinical waste bag.

“You won’t be wanting these again,” Professor Emmerson said as they dressed Krysten in a hospital gown and paper panties and put slippers on her feet. Making sure that nobody was about, they took Krysten down to the parking lot and Professor Emmerson drove her back to her apartment.

Despite Professor Emmerson’s reassurances on the journey home, Krysten knew that she had blown her chance at securing funding. Worse, she knew that she couldn’t remain at this university now or in any academic establishment in the country. Sooner or later, word would reach out and she would always be known behind her back as ‘Poop Girl’. Nobody would ever take her seriously ever again.

Once in her bed Krysten lay curled up for a while, but as she thought about her abject mortification and embarrassment earlier, she found her hand slipping down between her legs. She recalled the feel of Professor Emmerson’s hand wiping her pussy and ass clean of her wastes; how she submitted to being cleaned so that she was fresh again. She relished the woman’s gentle touch against her tender labia and then pressing against her sore little anus as she wiped away the wastes and dirt. Krysten’s fingertips found her very sensitive pink button and slowly, but with ever increasing speed, she furiously circled and circled that excitable erogenous zone in a mix of lust and anger until her hips bucked and thrusted as she came and came again until her hand was covered with hot wetness.

But as she came, she cried out, “Anna Arakelian, I’m going to get you.”

The End.

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Danika’s Growth Spurt

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Danika pushed open her front door with dirty hands. She stripped off her heavy overshirt and dropped it in a pile in the hallway. One of the perks of her ex-wife not living with her anymore: she could put things wherever she wanted without any complaints. Reluctantly she dragged herself into the kitchen to wash her hands before throwing herself down on the sofa and turning on the TV.

She was still sweaty and covered in some streaks of dirt- she’d spent several hours gardening and chopping wood, but a shower would have to wait. She’d worked hard and just wanted a bit of relaxation time before she had to get busy again washing, cooking, cleaning. Yet another thing that she’d never have been allowed to do if she was still with Janine.

Janine had been houseproud- moreso than Danika at least, though that wasn’t a hard standard to attain. Danika was a practical woman with wild, curly hair and strong, capable limbs. She was always ready to get out and fix something, and worry about the mess later. Janine wasn’t overly indoorsy, she enjoyed a hike or a spot of camping, but she drew the line at tramping muddy boots round the house afterwards, something that Danika didn’t think twice about. They’d split up a couple of years ago, midway through Danika’s transition. The transition itself hadn’t really played a part, Janine was still very much attracted to Danika… As she’d shown all of the times they’d hooked up since. It’d been 6 months since the last time midyat escort and Danika found herself missing Janine. The way her soft lips curved into a wry smile as she cocked her eyebrow into a sophisticated arch. Her small, pert breasts. Her toned arms. Her round bum.

Images flicked absently on the TV but Danika was no longer watching it. She felt her denim shorts tighten over her crotch. She flexed her groin muscles, rubbing against the thick fabric. Her hands clenched as her groin tingled. She felt a pulse and her jeans seemed to tighten even further, pushing her bulge up against the thick fabric. She shifted her hips, the pressure in her shorts had become slightly uncomfortable, though still pleasurable. She felt another tingle and this time her shorts were really straining. She fumbled for the button, unzipping herself as quickly as possible and letting her appendage spring free. She eased the shorts down to give her more breathing room.

Danika had no idea what was happening. HRT didn’t seem to have affected her libido as it did with many women, nor had it yet had any apparent effect on her ability to maintain an erection, but this was something else. She frowned down at herself. Her penis and testicles had both physically grown. She didn’t understand it, she’d never heard of anything like this happening before, but they were definitely bigger than normal.

Danika’s breasts were sensitive and she brought her hands up, gently rubbing her nipples, eliciting a small shudder of pleasure. Her attentions seemed to have an effect downstairs as well, there was yet another tingle and she watched milas escort this time as she grew, her penis visibly extending both in length and girth. Her balls grew weightier as they, too, enlarged, hanging lower between her legs. Surprising herself, she let out a little gasp of shock and… Pleasure. She didn’t know what was happening or why, but it felt good. She massaged her breasts a bit more, running her fingertips round her areolas as her nipples strained against the cotton of her shirt. Her penis responded accordingly, jutting out proudly. Her balls were beginning to grow really weighty, and she lumbered awkwardly to the bathroom to have a look at herself in the mirror.

Ditching her shorts and pulling the shirt off over her head, Danika surveyed herself in the long mirror on the wall. It wasn’t quite long enough, but she was tall, and if she peered at the right angle she could look down on herself and her engorged appengage. The sensitivity in her breasts had increased further and she tweaked a nipple, quite a painful action at this point, causing another growth spurt. She stroked the length of her erection. It felt a little tingly. Caressing her chest with one hand, she used the other to stroke her length and felt, this time, with her hand as it engorged further. Her sore breasts were aching deliciously and she was enjoying watching herself playing with them in the mirror- something she’d never really tried before in a sexual context.

Her balls were now huge, the size of basketballs and still expanding. She ran a hand over and under them. They felt weighty and full. They, like her penis, mudurnu escort had a slight tingle when she touched them. They grew and grew until she had to crouch, resting them on the floor as they were tugging down so heavily.

She was working her cock now with two hands, letting out a soft moan every time she ran a finger over a taut nipple. She bit her lip, her eyes half-lidded as she began to pant, close to release. Her strong arms worked her hands up and down her length as best she could, though even her broad hands couldn’t get a full grip on it. The tingles ran up and down her shaft, intensifying more the closer she got until, with a grunt, she let loose a massive spray of semen which jetted out powerfully, splattering the mirror, the wall, the floor. Her enormous cock throbbed as the liquid continued pumping out in spurts, soaking the bathroom. Danika’s balls slowly began to deflate as she blew her load, shrinking back to their normal size. She allowed her arms to relax as her penis reverted back to normal as well, though it remained hard and twitching for some time after she had finished cumming. Her breast sensitivity faded as well. She’d sunk fully to the floor as her deflating balls gave her more space and she sat back, resting her head back against the tiles, her face flushed, strands of her wild hair plastered to her forehead. She sat there, panting, as she regained her composure.

When she was eventually ready, Danika rose back to her feet and surveyed the scene. The bathroom would certainly take some cleaning. Grabbing a dirty towel from the wash basket, she wiped clean a section of mirror. Her own face peered back, sweaty hair still clinging to her brow, cheeks flushed prettily. She found herself smiling. She had no idea what had just happened but, boy… Mess or no mess, it was worth it.

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Chastity Cage Secret Pt. 03

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Three days until Friday’s date night for my wife Britney and her new lover Mark. This time Mark was coming to the house and I would be allowed to listen from the other room. Not watch, just listen.

The days leading up to Friday were normal ones just like any other day. Normal for someone who is locked up in a chastity cage. Waking up with an aching cock as morning wood tries to break out of its cage, trying to hide the chastity cage under your work clothes, peeing sitting down all the time, every sexual thought in your head making your blue balls worse. Normal days.

“I’m going to an extra yoga class tonight Dave. I need to limber up so Mark can bend me like a pretzel on Friday” Britney chuckled. Except she wasn’t wrong. “Make sure you keep your jogging up. I don’t want my cuckold to get out of shape and flabby.”

Great I thought, running with a steel cage dangling from my cock. But I knew I would be doing it, because my Mistress told me to. My wife in public, my Hotwife when on a date, my Mistress when she is controlling me. I could complain, but in reality this new marriage dynamic was my fantasy come true.

Thursday evening Britney came home from yoga class and her sister Charlene was with her. As much as Britney was keeping a loving marriage intact along with the cuckold/hotwife relationship, Charlene seemed to be of the opinion that the marriage should be strictly controlling and that my feelings were of no concern. Charlene had also steered Britney into the cuckold/hotwife marriage after my secret fantasies were out in the open. For that part I was actually glad… most of the time.

“We bought you a gift my cuckold hubby,” Britney giggled. “Charlene convinced me this would be appropriate attire for a cuckold husband to wear when a Bull is here,to confirm who the real man is.” Britney opened up a small bag and took out a pair of pink satin panties. They were my size and had a thong in the back with room for the chastity cage in front.

“What the fuck? You want me to wear that when Mark is here?!”

“You let him talk to you like that?” Charlene asked.

“LANGUAGE CUCKY!” Britney yelled in response to her sister’s remark. “Your Mistress isn’t asking, understand. You are to wear these, greet Mark at the door, follow his orders, and then wait outside the bedroom while he fucks your wife.”

Charlene added, “Don’t forget to thank Mark for fucking your wife” she smiled. She turned to Britney “Maybe he needs some submissive training, like I suggested.” That smile again.

Britney walked up to me. “Do you understand, cucky? And Yes Mistress is the correct answer.”

“Yes Mistress,” was my obedient reply.

“Good boy.”

Britney sat down on the couch and rested her feet across it. “Kneel down in front of me please, my sweet cuckold hubby.” I obeyed and noticed Charlene’s big grin on her face. “Nevermind her. She’s already seen your chastity cage, and this isn’t anything sexual. Remove my runners and socks please.”

She was ordering me, but so politely that I did as she ordered with no thought of disobeying.

“We need to make certain you know your place Sweetie. Especially when Mark is here. Or any other Bull for that matter. We don’t want the risk of any altercations if your male ego begins to act up.

“My feet need some attention after the extra workout I did today. They may be a little sweaty and ripe, in those socks all day. Suck on my toes my love. Lick my soles, lick between my toes. Mouth only, on your hands and knees. Pamper me, as you were more than happy to agree to.”

I looked at her and she gave me a stare back that said, Are you going to obey?

I put her big toe malatya escort in my mouth and started to suck it gently. I moved from toe to toe, my tongue licking between each one, sucking each one. I moved my mouth to her heel and dragged my tongue across her delicate foot, back to her toes. Then I moved to the other foot and repeated the same sequence with my tongue. I think Charlene wanted to really humiliate me, but the wet spot on my pants from my chastity cage proved I was loving this. My submissive foot fetish in all its glory.

Even Britney was surprised. “Wow. I knew you had a thing for feet, especially in heels, but I’ve never seen you this into it.”

“My new submissive self, my Mistress,” I said as I smiled back at her.

“Damn!” Charlene said. “Seems he really is ready to obey and be your submissive cuckold. Bring Friday night on! I can’t wait to hear the details.”

After that Charlene left and I spent the evening pampering my Hotwife as Friday night got closer.

Friday after work I was to ensure the house was clean for my wife’s date, especially the bedroom, and to make sure there would be drinks ready for the both of them.

“He will be here soon hubby–time to change.” That’s when it really hit me, as she handed me the pink panties. I’m going to be the submissive cuck as a Bull fucks my wife. I walked into the bedroom to change into my panties, my mind in its own world, just obediently obeying my Mistress.

I undressed and slipped them on. Britney was already in her dress and heels for the date. She looked at me, “Turn around for me, cucky, lets see it all”. I turned so she could see the thong on my ass and the chastity cage bulge. “You look so submissive, it’s perfect. Well, almost perfect. We need to do something about that body hair. Panties should be worn with smooth legs. No time today though.”

I grabbed my pants to put them back on. “Whoa! What do you think you’re doing? Panties only. You’ll greet him wearing only the panties, so there’s no confusion on who the real man is this evening.” I put the pants and rest of my clothes away.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. “Answer the door. Don’t forget to be polite. He is allowing you to listen to your Hotwife getting fucked after all.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Excuse me? The correct reply tonight is Yes Mistress. And you will address Mark as Sir. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied.

“Good boy.”

I opened the door, in my panties, feeling embarrassed, trying to stand back and out of view of anyone else outside. Luckily no neighbors were around.

“Hello Sir. Please come in.”

“How cute,” Mark said. “You must be the cuckold husband. But with those panties on I think you’re more the sissy cuckold.” He laughed.

“Is your wife ready to feel my cock fuck her? Again?” he said.

“Someone needs to get the job done, and it looks like it definitely won’t be you,” he said, motioning to my chastity cage.

I wasn’t liking his arrogant attitude, but my Mistress had ordered me to be polite. “Yes Sir. She is waiting for you. Thank you for coming.”

Remembering what Charlene had said before, I said, “Thank you for fucking my wife Sir”.

“No problem sissy.”

He walked into the house as I followed. Britney walked out of the bedroom looking hotter than ever. “Hello Mark. I’m very excited for tonight. Pour us some drinks Cuck. We’ll be on the couch. Hurry up now.”

I quickly went to make drinks and returned to see Mark’s hand squeezing my wife’s tits and her hand grabbing his cock through his pants. Their lips were tight together in a kiss. They stopped as I approached.

“Your drink Mistress. And yours Sir”

“Thanks, sissy,” malazgirt escort Mark replied.

Mistress addressed me “You can go over beside the chair and kneel down. Wait quietly until I say otherwise.”

I kneeled down and watched them as they laughed and talked about their first date.

“I like how you’ve trained your sissy cuck. The pink panties really bring out the sissy in him” he laughed.

Mistress replied, “I want him to fully experience the feeling of being the submissive. His first time with a Bull and everything.” She looked at Mark and grabbed his cock. I could see the outline of it through his pants. It seemed huge.

“Time to go to the bedroom. I’m so fucking horny and I need your big cock fucking me hard.”

They both got up, and Mistress said, “Have a seat and listen, Cuck. Listen to your Hotwife get a fucking that you can’t give her.”

“Wait, I want the sissy in the bedroom for 5 minutes,” Mark said, “to see what his wife really wants to fuck. Get in the bedroom sissy.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered.

Once in the bedroom, I was ordered to kneel facing them. Mark grabbed Britney in his arms and kissed her hard, his hand lifting her dress to expose her ass and her lace panties. He turned her around so she was facing me, his arms still around her.

“This is what you can’t have sissy,” he said as he slowly lifted her dress over her head. She stood there in her bra and panties and Fuck Me high heels. He was holding her tits and kissing her neck. “She’s too hot for you sissy. That’s why your little cock is all locked up.. She likes to be on her knees too.” Then he pushed her down by her shoulders and spun her head to face his crotch.

“Lower my pants, Baby. Let your hubby see what’s going to destroy your married pussy.”

Britney undid his pants and lowered the zipper. She pulled the pants down slightly, and I could see the outline of his giant cock in his underwear.

“Pull my cock and balls out, give your hubby a good view.” Britney lowered the waistband under his balls, and the biggest cock I had ever seen in person was inches from my wife’s face. My locked cock was straining to get out of its cage, my balls full and aching.

“Watch closely sissy.”

He put his hand behind Britney’s head and inserted his cock into her mouth. She kept her hands behind her back as his cock was slowly but steadily pushed further into her mouth. Britney accepted his cock with no resistance. He briefly stopped when his cock reached her throat. Then he pushed deeper, entering her throat. Britney’s eyes began to water and it seemed like she was struggling to breathe. Finally those big balls were pressed against her chin and held there. Her eyes bulged and her face turned red as his cock blocked all her oxygen, but she stayed still, obedient to her Bull. Mark pulled his cock out as Britney gasped for air, coughing and choking, saliva dripping from her mouth.

Mark looked at me. “I own her. And she loves it.” Britney looked up at him and smiled, her face a mess from choking on his big cock.

“Leave the room sissy. Have a seat outside and wait. You can play with your locked cock, because that’s all you can do.”

I left the room and sat in a chair closest to the bedroom. I was so horny from seeing my wife swallow his big cock that I wanted to hear everything. I really wanted to be in the room with them, but my orders were to leave. So I obeyed. My head was spinning, my fantasies coming to life.

The house was so quiet I could hear everything in the bedroom. Mark started to talk to my wife, who probably couldn’t reply because her mouth was full of cock.

“Good cum slut. Keep sucking my cock. Fuck your malkara escort mouth is hot.” I could hear grunting noises as he face fucked her, the steady choking sounds as his cock pushed in, then out to let her gasp for air.

“Time to fuck that married pussy,” he said extra loud to make sure i heard it. “Bend over on the bed Bitch!”

“You want my cock, want my cock to fuck your cunt?!” he shouted. “What’s that? Say it louder! Do you want my cock to fuck your cunt?!”

“Yes Sir,” Britney replied. “I want your cock to fuck my cunt.”

“Louder!”

“I WANT YOUR COCK TO FUCK MY CUNT!”

“Beg. Beg for my cock!”

“PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK! FUCK MY CUNT! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!” she shouted.

“Take it all slut!” I heard Mark grunt and Britney cry out like a guttural animal.

“AAUGHH FUCKKK! OOHHH GOD!!” Britney was screaming out.I could also make out the steady pounding and grunting of Mark as he fucked my wife.

It sounded like Mark had thrust his big cock balls deep in Britney’s pussy all in one push. No gentle warm up this time. Straight to a hard fucking. Mark was making sure I had a show to listen to.

I was trying desperately to jerk my cock through my chastity cage, squeezing my balls. My wife’s cries were overloading my senses. It was so fucking hot!

I could hear Britney’s orgasms loud and clear as she moaned, cried, whimpered and screamed out. He was pounding her relentlessly.

“Flip over and lift your legs Bitch!” Mark yelled. He could easily turn her over himself but wanted me to get a good visual of how he was fucking my wife.

“I’m going to push your knees to your head and drive my cock so deep in your cunt you’ll feel it in your throat.” I heard the bed creak and even move as he began pounding her like an animal. Her cries filled the house.

My caged cock was leaking cum all over my panties as I rubbed myself and pulled on my balls, trying to get any type of release, my body flushed and heated.

I lost track of how long their animalistic fucking lasted. There were cries and screaming orgasms, grunting and bed squeaking, a continuous sexual frenzy. Then I heard Mark cry out “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!! CUMMING DEEP IN YOUR CUNT!” A final cry out from both and then just heavy breathing, both sounding exhausted. My god I wanted to be in there so bad, to see my wife used by his cock.

I waited quietly as there was some movement in the bedroom and then I heard my wife call out, “Get in here Cuck. Now.”

As I entered the room Mark was dressed and leaving. “Enjoy sissy,” he said, and laughed as he left the house.

Britney was lying on her back, her legs open, exposing a pussy fucked red and swollen, a big blob of thick cum forming and dripping down her ass crack.

“Lick your Mistress’s pussy Cuck. Lick up all his cum. His cum dripping from your wife’s pussy, his pussy, the pussy he owned and fucked.”

I didn’t even verbally respond, I was so excited. I dove down between her legs and immediately scooped up a glob of cum on my tongue and swallowed. His cum was still warm as it dripped out of her fucked pussy. I moved my tongue to her ass and licked the cum dripping down it. I licked up the cum that had dripped onto the bed. I moved up to her pussy again and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, lapping up his cum as it flowed from deep inside her.

My Mistress moaned in pleasure, holding my head in place, her legs opened wide.

I was in heaven.

After thoroughly cleaning her pussy I looked up at her.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Come give your Mistress a kiss, my loving cuckold husband,” she replied.

l moved up and kissed her passionately with my cum covered mouth, our tongues intertwining together.

“That was amazing,” Britney whispered in my ear.

“My god, was it ever,” I answered. An amazing evening.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, not bothering to wash up any cum from our bodies.

To be continued…

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Beer Goggles

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When we arrived at the Star Lounge that Friday night, I had no idea that it was about to change my life.

I had three buddies from college and we used to go on these guy’s nights out about once a month. Jeremy and Tim were married. Scott had a serious relationship going. I had lost Cheryl two years prior because of a drunk driver. Most of the time we’d hit a local sports bar and consume a few “man sodas”. But this particular night we decided to go the lounge: they had a band playing and, for reasons I can’t remember, both Jeremy and Tim’s wives were away. It would be a little naughty to go flirt with some women, maybe cop a feel on the dance floor, before hitting a Denny’s at 1 AM for early breakfast–kind of an echo of college days.

I was designated driver, because I never want to be responsible for someone else getting that knock on the door, so we took my Jaguar sedan. Tim and Scott came over to my place and we picked up Jeremy on the way.

The place was moderately busy and we were there early. Jeremy and I grabbed a big table near the back, while Tim and Scott went to get beers. The table next to us had three women. Jeremy said hello.

“Hi, I’m Gail and these are Heather and Diane,” answered the nearest gal, a perky looking bottle-blonde, probably early thirties. “We’re having a girl’s night out.”

I introduced the two of us and pointed out Tim and Scott. “It’s our guy’s night out. You gals want to join us?”

“Seems like we’re one short for you guys.”

“It’s okay. We can take turns dancing.”

“Yeah, but someone will be disappointed at closing time.”

“Well, these guys are married or as good as…” I put in, but Jeremy jumped to point out that “We’re all on hall passes this week.”

“We’re married too,” Heather added, flashing her ring. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not looking for fun. And we can help recruit a fourth,” she added, nodding at me.

We scooted the tables together and started getting to know them. Gail and Heather were real firecrackers. They made it pretty plain how they wanted the evening to end. Diane was more reserved. She was happy to flirt and dance, but maybe not end up in a strange bed. The guys were eating it up, though.

Jeremy pulled me to one side and made clear his plan. “Don’t be a stick in the mud, man. We can go back to your place and have some fun. No one will be the wiser. It’s great that they’re married, because there’ll be no consequences Monday morning, eh?”

“Sure.” But he could see my hangdog look. I’d have to look their spouses in the eye eventually and besides, I was now pretty much flying solo instead of hanging out with my buddies.

By now the band was in full swing. I nursed my cranberry and tonic, holding on to the table so the three couples could get more and more daring on the dance floor. Jeremy was talking to Gail, nodding his head in my direction a couple of times. She nodded back and scanned the room a bit.

Not much later, Gail came back with fourth woman. “This is Denise. She’s a coworker of mine and she’s here on her own. I thought she might join us?”

“Sure, come on over.”

Denise wasn’t very attractive. She was maybe average height, a bit overweight, and flat as a board front and rear. Her hair was brown and kind of mousy, and she was wearing these oversized rimless glasses that I thought weren’t flattering. She had no chin to speak of. Her dress was of some heavy blue material and did nothing for her. But heck, it wasn’t a date or something.

“You from around here?” I asked.

“Moved here a few months ago.”

“Where from?”

“Kansas.”

“You don’t say! How do you like it here so far?”

“It’s okay.”

It was like an interrogation. She put no effort into it. After a while she said she was going to the ladies and headed off. Instead of returning to the table, she went to the bar and tried to chat up other guys.

Since that hadn’t worked and I didn’t feel like sitting alone, I went up to the bar myself. I chatted for a bit with a buxom blonde, but she was waiting for someone.

Turning to the other side, I found Denise at my elbow. We looked at each other and it was like you could see the speech bubbles over our heads: “Nah. Not really.”

To my left, Heather came up with Tim. Heather was wearing a floral print blouse with a Peter Pan collar and very short sleeves. I don’t know how she did it, but her rather large lungs seemed to defy gravity, even though you could look down between them practically to her navel.

Her cheeks were flushed and her one hand was fastened possessively to Tim’s arm. While he dickered with the barkeep, she spared me a moment, pointed at another lady at a table, and said “Candy looks lonely. She’s fun. Tell her I sent you.”

Candy was indeed lonely, looked a well-put-together fifty-something, and desperate for any sort of male attention. But another guy got to her before I made a move and the last I saw they were exploring the rear exit of the club.

Denise was still there, so I bought her a new round. The band was loud, so she practically had to scream to tell me, “You don’t have to be nice to me for Gail’s lüleburgaz escort sake.”

“I don’t know Gail. I’m just here with some friends.”

“I’m not ready to hang out with you.”

“Okay.”

The very attractive redheaded gal who came up to order next to me didn’t want to dance–she was refreshing drinks while her wife used the head. With most everyone seeming to be paired up, I gave up and headed back to our table.

When the band’s set ended, everyone else joined me and a new round was consumed. Tim was like, “Hey, bro, these girls are hot. We should take them somewhere and play some games.” Heather bobbed her head side to side like a demented Barbie to emphasize her support for this notion. I might be saving her from a terrible button failure incident if only I swept them away from here.

Scott, meanwhile, broke away from his “conversation” with Diane (if by “conversation” you mean “kissing each other’s brains out”) to add “Let’s go to your place.”

“We won’t all fit in the Jag.”

“We’ll chase you in an uber.”

Gail and Jeremy were excited by the prospect, so I gave in.

On my way past the bar I saw Denise sitting there alone, men all around pointedly ignoring her. I was some combination angry with my sometime-friends, jealous of their success, and maybe a bit sorry for her. So, in spite of her evincing zero interest in me, I nudged her elbow on my way past.

“Hey, we’re getting out of here. Want to blow this pop stand and join us?” She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“Where would we go?”

“We’re all going to my place. I can refill you there,” I say, nodding at her glass that seems to be mostly ice.

“You’re not married like the rest of them?” She was looking at my ring finger, devoid of decoration.

“No. I’m the only straight shooter in this bunch.”

“Let’s go.”

Scott and Jeremy and their erstwhile companions are already climbing into a ride share, so I take Denise, Tim, and Heather back to my car. The Jag looks rakish in its gleaming black paint under the streetlights and Denise gives me a reappraising look as she settles into being cossetted by all the wood and leather of the interior.

Tim and Heather crawled into the back seat as I fired up the big V8. The armrest between them has disappeared and he’s got his hand up her skirt. From her tiny yips, his fingers are inside her. She’s got something to hold onto herself, so I’m not concerned as I accelerate into traffic. I’m certain that they don’t notice any of the trip.

Denise, by contrast, is content to look out the window as I chase the Uber driver towards my house. Maybe I looked better to her in the bar after she’s had a few, but I have no such liquid encouragement. She’s still not what I’d call cute and she’s been so laconic that it’s difficult to say what her personality is like. Maybe I’ll regret this later. I’m sort of feeling regret right now.

Everyone piles out at my place and quickly the party takes shape in the living room. Gail cranks up the stereo with music off her phone. Jeremy and Tim make free with my bar materials.

I pour myself a good stiff drink.

I pour one for Denise too and we sit together on one end of the couch and watch the show unfolding. Gail and Heather have no shame. Now that we’re not in public, they are rubbing their bodies up against Jeremy and Tim. Their hands are checking the tent poles both men are sporting. Not that the men are strenuous in their resistance. There is significant titty groping and crotch grabbing going the other direction. This dance will tilt to the horizontal real soon now.

Diane and Scott are still playing it kind of cool, sitting on the other part of my sectional, but their “conversation” is quiet and focused and they’re feeling around for second base.

I turn back to Denise and finally she breaks the ice. “You think they’re going to do it?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I think they’re already there. You not one for dancing?”

“Nah. Maybe after they are done hogging the floor.” She nods back to the party goers. Gail and Heather twerk together for a moment and then deftly trade men. I sip my vodka and experimentally put my arm around Denise.

“Whatever happens, I’m not doing that.” She holds up her glass and empties it.

“That’s fine,” I reply. “I don’t need you to put on a show. Your glass, however, looks defective: it seems to have leaked.” I refill us both.

Scott and Diane decamp in the direction of a guest bedroom. Apparently, they’ve decided to skip the public displays of affection. It only takes seeing them move in that direction and the other two couples are also searching for more intimate surroundings. They leave the music going and I’m sitting with Denise alone.

“I don’t approve of their antics,” she says. “They’re married and should know better.”

“I agree. Plus they put me in a bad position: I like their wives more than I like them most days. But you and I, we’re not married,” I observe. “Should we know better?”

“I don’t think either of us is that attracted to the other,” she replied. “But maybe it’s the maçka escort scent in the air. Maybe…”

I leaned in and kissed her gently. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t full-on. But it felt okay.

“Maybe,” she tried again, “we could fool around a bit.” I kissed her again. Yes, there was definitely something okay about that.

“Do you have a bedroom?” she inquired.

“You know I do.”

“I’m going to want you to prove it. But first I have to warn you.”

“Warn me?” My ears went up.

“I’m a good lapsed Catholic girl.”

“I’m not sure I understand how those three adjectives fit together.” I finished my drink off, in preparation for finding the bed.

“That means I’ll sleep with you out of wedlock, but I insist that neither of us commit any other sins tonight.”

“So… I can’t sell holy offices, bear false witness, and I promise to respect your mother in the morning?”

She laughed.

“I’ll explain it in the moment.” She put down her empty glass, reached over, and kissed me. Yes, yes, a kiss filled with adequacy.

I muted my enthusiasm to an appropriate level, then pulled her up off the couch.

“Madam, your den of pre-marital iniquity awaits.” We head towards the private areas of the house.

Gail and Jeremy haven’t had the decency to close the door on the guest room they’ve taken up in, which means we’re forced to observe her waiving her heels up near his head. The other’s rooms are shut tight, but the doors are rattling with intimations of whatever interior rumpus is going on: I suspect a high-stakes game of bedspread Twister.

We reached the master suite. I let her enter and close the door behind us.

She turns to face me, and we embrace for the first time. The enthusiasm is improving.

Denise takes off her oversized glasses and puts them on the nightstand, then kicks off her crepe soled sandals and sits on the bed. My shoes join hers and I snug up next to her. We get our arms around each other as our lips resume their entanglement. She feels pleasantly solid in my grasp, with a pleasant curve to her waist. She has one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hair and this clinch is stoking the first real feelings of desire in me.

Her dress is a muted shade of royal blue, ankle length, and buttons down the front. The tie has a bow knot in it and the end recommends itself to me. I tug it a couple of times and am rewarded with a satisfying relaxation of tension on it.

Our kisses don’t stop, but she’s exploring disrobing options too. Her fingers deftly loosen my top shirt button. I make the corresponding move on her dress. She has the second loose, so I need to hurry it a bit: I have far more buttons to assault than she does.

“It’s not meant to unbutton, silly,” she whispers in my ear.

“But it’s more fun than making you pull it over your head,” I retort. I’ve discovered that she’s not wearing an undergarment up top. I’m personally a breast man, but there’s nothing really in there to hold up or contain. I keep unfastening as she pulls my shirt out of my pants. There’s some flummery with sleeves on both sides and then we’re both naked from the waist up.

She pauses one eyeblink to admire my doughy physique, while giving me a look over her promenade. Her breasts are little more than speed bumps, each surmounted by tiny tight-clenched bee-strings. As we fall back into an embrace, I let one thumb brush a sensitive nubbin and am rewarded with a hiss of approval.

The feel of skin-on-skin is like another shot of vodka. She smells good and there’s something electric about her tongue on mine.

Then she pauses to rise up and push the remains of her dress to the floor. She’s wearing nylons and she pushes these down to match. I release my belt and work on shedding trousers. Quickly I’m down to boxer briefs and she’s in her panties.

Instead of sitting, we lay side-by-side. There is a gentle stroking of fingers wandering between my thighs. She’s getting my measure, outlining what I have going on there.

I let my fingers discover the warmth in her lacy undergarment. Her legs are a little chunky, but her pubic bone is prominent. I trail my fingers outwards, tracing her wide hips with their boney ridges projecting to make her waist swoop inwards.

“They’re child-bearing hips,” she whispers. “Good Catholic breeding hips. And I’ve committed no sin to keep you from putting them to their intended use.”

“No protection?”

“Nope. And you’ve agreed that you won’t sin by using any either. Nor shall ye spill your seed on the ground,” she intoned, one finger pointing aloft, with the tone of papal authority. We can’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t want to stain the carpet in any event, but I was thinking of spilling it here in bed,” I said, as our bodies enjoyed some bumping and grinding.

“If you take those silly briefs off,” she says, pulling the offending waistband around my tool, “I’ll ensure you spill it. But there’s only one place that’s happening tonight: wouldn’t want you to do laundry in the morning,” she says, before she adds, whispering, “My greedy cervix will drink it all up.”

I push magosa escort my skivvies down and they hang up around my ankles. As I try to shake them free, she rolls me on my back. We laugh as I shake my leg vigorously until the offending thing flies off. Then she leans forward, letting her long hair hang around our faces as she straddles me, her silken panties brushing my exposed hardness. I grasp her hips as our tongues twine again.

She’s the perfect height, as the undulation of her pelvis demonstrates perfectly. My engorged head isn’t just near her entrance, with each motion of her hips, it stabs as far into her as the slick material of her panties allows.

“I want them off as much as you do,” she says, “but they are our only protection. I have six sisters and they all have big families. My fertility isn’t in doubt. You take those off and I’ll have to get the justice of the peace to explain your rights and obligations to you. Because I’m birthing every baby you put in me.”

I roll us over, putting her on the bottom. She’s not that attractive, but lust and alcohol have brought me to this moment. I let my cock feel her out again. The placement, angle, and repose hint that, if that merest hint of cloth weren’t in the way, we’d be perfectly joined.

I sit up and take hold of her waistband, with its tiny fake bow right in the center and the little hearts embroidered all around, and draw the last vestige of prophylaxis away. Her mound is lightly thatched with dark black hair, highlighting barely parted lips. She raises her legs up high, so I can draw the material down past her knees, past her feet and off.

Then her legs spread open and her feet land to either side of me. I move between them and lean down to kiss her. Legs and arms embrace me, body-to-body, skin-to-skin. One part of me feels a hot damp spot just brushing against it.

“Umm… you feel it, don’t you. So dangerous where you want to go. You didn’t know me a few hours ago, but if you go there we’ll probably be tied together for life.” She rocks her hips side-to-side and I lodge right at her opening.

“Oh, I feel my sin,” she moans, “dirty lapsed Catholic girl, rutting in bed unmarried. I let you get me drunk and begged you to disrespect my chastity. Put it in me and punish me for my sin with a lifetime of motherhood.”

I want to enter her, but her words caution me that I shouldn’t. I might wake up in the morning on my way to marry to a stranger, the woman I didn’t think of bringing home from the bar, the one who didn’t want me. At the same time, I feel her wetness coating me, the slight resistance of her inner walls. I can always pull out, I think, and sink the rest of the way in.

Her eyes go wide as I slip in and then, with a blissful smile, they slide shut. “Mmm… so perfect. Fallen women get no mercy. My only saving grace can be if you wash my womb clean with your babymaker. Anoint me down there. Oh! Oh! That’s just right.”

And we do fit perfectly, just tight enough, just the right connection. Our loins align and dance together just so. She gasps and moans with each push; I pant and exhale with each pull. It’s our first dance and its gyrations are flawless.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she cries, “so ripe and fertile. Your seed can’t miss my wanton egg, fallen from grace tonight. Our transgressions locking our souls together. Put your dirty sinful jism in my belly.”

Her legs quiver, heels banging against my flexing behind, holding me inside and inviting me deeper. Our motions one moment syncopated; the next in perfect rhythm.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you? Getting close to knocking up the sinful strumpet you picked up in a bar. The filthy harlot who gave her virtue to you after a few drinks. Go ahead, do it. Make me litter the carpet with your brood.”

I am close. I feel my shaft swelling up, my balls beginning to churn. I’m dimly aware that I’m groaning with each thrust, readying to flood her.

“Pump it in me. Baptize my fount with your hot cream. Do it. Do it,” she pleads.

I am at the point of no return. She can feel it, the tightening of muscles, delving deeply into her wet cavern. I could pull free, pull back, shoot my cum across her belly. I don’t. A torrent of thick hot cum pumps down from my scrotum, works its way through the long tunnel of my flesh, and spews heartily into the waiting mouth of her womb.

“I feel it! I feel your sin uniting our flesh!” she cried. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” she worked her vulva intensely down, into the point where we were joined, seeking–and finding–that last pinnacle of release. I held her shuddering body a long time.

The first time I awoke that night I was disoriented. It was completely dark and there was an unfamiliar warm somebody in bed next to me. I took care of business and crept back under the covers. My errand had woken her and I was greeted by warm arms and a moist kiss. My own paws seem to naturally land on her big hips. Both of us were drowsy and still slightly tipsy, but part of me was wide awake and ready to insinuate itself… anywhere. She snuggled closer to me and drew her top knee up, then used her hand to get me just so. Our coupling was slow, and it took a long while before any urgency built. When it came, it was overwhelming as I fired into her for the second time that night. This time her reply was a soothing “Shh! Shh! Shh!” as she petted my head and we lapsed into sleep once more.

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Becca is Still a Whore Ch. 03

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It’s been weeks since all the women were branded. The slaves have brands on their asses telling the world they are slaves and whores. They all have the letter “S” branded on underside their left tits to represent that they are “sister sluts.” The Owners, Mistress and Madame decided they would get their tits branded to, because although they were not slaves, they still felt a closeness to the other women as sisters as well. They decided the “S” would represent the “Secret Sisterhood of Sluts.”

Our Aunt Patti had came down from New York to help in the branding process and she decided she would get branded as well, but because of her age, she was branded on her ass. Mistress said the pain from having the underside of her breast branded would be too intense for a woman in her 70’s. So they compromised and branded her ass.

Aunt Patti still had the last say, because she insisted both ass cheeks be branded, The second “S” would be for our late Mom, her sister, who was also a slut. After the branding was done, we invited Aunt Patti to live with us and she accepted. As the oldest woman there, Aunt Patti became the Domme of the family. Even Mistress and Madame obeyed her.

We are all in the barn now discussing how we would handle the upcoming visit from former clients of ours. A few months earlier we made the decision to prostitute ourselves again to our former clients, knowing that were especially cruel to the girls they hired. We were waiting for a phone call that would make the final arrangements.

As we sat and wait for the phone call we are all naked. We just finished a kinky scene, where even Aunt Patti got into the fun. The people there are Master Scott and his wife/slave Sue. Master Bob and his wife/slave Marsha, Mistress Nancy and her wife/slave Julie, my wife/Mistress Annie, I am her slave and finally Aunt Patti, Julie and I are her nieces. My sister Julie is not a genetic woman, but has been living as a woman since she was a teen. Her tits are a nice 36D and her cock and balls (clit and lady parts) are small do to the hormones. All of us are in our 50’s and 60’s but Aunt Patti is in her 70’s.

The phone finally rings and Mistress picks it up as we wait nervously. Mistress looks at Madame and they both go into the house with the Masters. Aunt Patti asks the slaves left behind, “Is it true that you might be asked to air dance girls? We nod, “I had some girls that worked for me when I owned the brothel that would do that. I won’t lie to you girls, it is dangerous, very erotic, but dangerous.”

Sue spoke first, “Julie and I have done this before Aunt Patti. Years ago when my Master was still active military, he was on leave with his squad and they abused all of us, me, Julie, Becca and their mother, your sister, Linda. The abuse was intense and consensual. All of us had multiple intense orgasm. It was so much fun.”

At the end of the session, Julie and myself air danced. After we orgasmed, we shit ourselves and passed out. We both woke up with a line of men fucking us in our own filth. Over the years, all of us would make this part of the services we provided to our clients. They loved it.”

Aunt Patti shocked us all when she said, “I have done it as well. I loved it, but you have to be so careful! I have heard stories of where this did not go very well.” Before she could continue, the Owners came back inside and sat down to explain what was going to happen. Before she said anything, she sent us into the house to get our posture collars. We wear this when we engage in very kinky play. Some clients like to hang us or choke us with their hands. Wearing the posture collars slows the strangulation process and prevents rope burns if they hang us by our necks.

When we came back, we took our slave collars off and replaced them with the posture collars. They are made of soft leather, fit snugly and forces us to keep our heads upright. Mistress asked Master Bob, “Have you had Marsha wearing the posture collar Bob.” “Yes Nancy, she is comfortable wearing it now.”

Mistress said, “Okay girls get on your hands and knees, heads up.” The Owners then put leather belts around our necks and got behind us and put belts around our necks. Then they started to tighten the belts. Mistress said, “Raise your hands when the belts gets so tight that it gets uncomfortable and you feel yourself getting excited.”

When none of us raised our hands Madame said, “You are right Nancy, a belt is not enough. Let’s try the nooses.” I felt my cunt tingle just at the mention of a noose, and sure enough they put nooses around our necks. As the noose tightened, I felt the slow strangulation start to excite me and I raised my hand. I was not the only one, we all did.

Mistress nodded and our Owners checked us, all the girls were soaked and Julie’s little clit was hard. The fingers continued to play with our wet cunts and we all came, Julie’s little clit had not exploded but it was obvious she was very close. The Masters got behind their slave girls kundu escort and started to pull back on the nooses as they fucked their wet cunts. As the girls neared the edge, they shit themselves on to the men’s cocks. The girls came again as the men filled their cunts.

Mistress said, “Julie get behind Becca, pull the noose as you fuck her.” “Yes Mistress.” Julie’s clit is not very large, but she knows what she is doing when she fucks a woman. She angles herself so that her cock slides along the woman’s swollen clit as she fucks them. In a short period of time, both Julie and I came hard, but not before I shit myself from the intensity of being strangled.

After we had a chance to savor the sensations, Madame spoke, “Okay girls. Here is what is going to happen. We discussed the plans and instead of air dancing, it was decided instead that you would be subjected to a slow strangulation as you are being fucked. Just like we did this time, but with a very kinky twist. After the strangulation was done, you are going to lay down as if you were dead. Then the rest of the men will be fucking your ‘corpses.”

I reacted first, “What the fuck???” Mistress explained, “Remember when we got our tits branded? Julie edited the videos of that and sent it to Mike, thinking he would enjoy it. He fucking LOVED it! Remember how the meds that Aunt Patti injected into our asses knocked us out. In the video, it looked like all of us were hanging from the posts and we were dead.”

“That gave Mike and kinky friends an idea. Supposed they fucked us so hard that they actually killed us and then fucked the corpses? That is what they want us to act out. After we have been strangled, we have to pretend we are dead and then men will take turns fucking our bodies. I know this is really twisted, but they offered to double the fees if we went along with it. This means by the time tips and everything are included, they will be paying close to $1 million for the night.”

Master Scott said, “This is nuts, I refuse to let my slave do this.” Sue said, “Hey don’t I get a voice in this?” Master Scott raised his hand to slap her, but then stopped, “You are right Sue, go ahead.”

Not wanting to cause her Master to lose face, Sue lowered her head submissively and said, “You would have been right to slap me Master, I was way out of line. Thank you for your mercy.” We all knew, Master Scott included, that Sue was easing her Master’s ego by saying that, but the gesture was appreciated and appropriate.

Sue said, “Master remember, we agreed to do this initially so that we could donate the money to the veteran’s groups in America. They were originally going to pay us $50,000 to use me, now that will be $100,000 plus thousand more in tips. Think of how much good we could do with that money for the American veterans. I agree Master, it is sick and twisted, but I am willing to do it.”

Madame looked to Julie and I and said, “What do you think girls?’ I spoke for us both, “Just as the money Sue is earning will help the veterans, we could use the money for the animal shelter, they are in desperate need of funding. Both Julie and I could donate $200,000 combined. We can’t turn that down.”

Marsha looked to Master Bob for permission to speak and he nodded, “Thank you Master. I agree with the others. Our donation of $100,000 would save lives at the children’s hospital.”

With there being universal agreement, I asked one more question, “Mistress you used the word ‘we’ as you were explaining this to us. Why did you do that?” Mistress smiled sadly and looked at Madame, “Annie and I agreed to become sex slaves for this event and share in the abuse. We are going to donate our fees to further research for Tourettes Syndrome.”

Unexpectedly, Aunt Patti started to cry and hugged both Nancy and Annie. We looked confused until Aunt Patti explained, “I was named for my aunt, her name was Patricia, she was also a prostitute, as was her sister, Jane. They were forced to become whores to support themselves after their parents died suddenly.

Years later Patricia would learn that her mother suffered from Tourettes which angered her husband so much that he killed her. Their father was convicted for the crime. Rather than be put into a foster home, Patricia and Jane, my mother, ran away. With no money, they were forced to become prostitutes.

They were so good as prostitutes that in time, Patricia would open her own brothel. Her sister worked with her until she got pregnant with me. She honored her sister and named me Patti. In time, my mother would give birth to your Mom, Linda, and they went back to work in the brothel. The idea of your Mom working as a whore excited your Dad.” Aunt Patti looked at Julie and I and said, “I guess that is why you and Julie had a tendency to become whores.”

Sue looked at me and then said, “Becca and I have served these men years ago. I have to tell you they are brutal. The humiliation we suffered from them was as intense kurtköy escort as I have ever endured.” I nodded and then added, “It was very intense, but it was also incredibly exciting. The orgasms I had from them were amazing. I want to do this to have money to help those poor veterans that suffered defending America, but selfishly I want to savor all they will do to us.”

Sue directed her comments directly to Mistress and Madame. “You are not slaves, what happens to you will be much worse than what happens to us. We are slaves, we are used to this kind of treatment, you are not. I know ever since you were raped you have been getting in touch with your submissive sides, but ladies, be careful what you wish for.” Mistress thanked Sue for her honesty, but said she and Madame had made up their minds to go forward with the plans.

Mistress called Mike (the client) and said that we all accepted the conditions and they set a weekend date for the kinky party to happen. Madame reminded Mike that everyone had to have medical clearance of being disease free and that in addition to payment, tips were expected to reflect the intensity of what we will have to endure. He accepted what was said and then hung up.

Sue said to our Owners, “May I speak plainly please? They love to humiliate their slaves. We have about a month until we service them.” Looking at Mistress and Madame Sue said, “You need to start getting used to the abuses and humiliation of being a slave now. Respectfully Ladies, surrender your independence and become slaves, otherwise the night will not go well.”

Before either of them could respond, Aunt Patti told them, “Get naked ladies, the lessons begin now.” Once they were naked Aunt Patti said, “From this point forward, all of the women in this family are my slaves. You will address me as ‘Mistress Patti.’ Looking at the men she said, “Do you mind me owning your slaves for the next month gentlemen?” Both men willingly agreed.

She continued, “Becca, get nipple clamps, large butt plugs, the old dog collars you and your sister used to wear and leashes.” Without hesitation, I curtsied submissively and said, “Yes Mistress.”

Then Mistress Patti looked at all of us and said, “From this point on, you will address them as Nancy and Annie. I am the only one that will be called ‘Mistress.’ Julie, go inside and get the shaving lather and razors girl.” Like I did, she curtsied submissively and said “Yes Mistress.” I was amazed at how quickly and easily we were accepting Aunt Patti’s new role.

“Nancy, Annie, squat like you are about to take a piss.” Once they were in position, Mistress applied the shaving lather to the strip of hair just above their clits that identified them as Dommes. Both girls cried softly as as they were shaven and became slaves. Then Mistress took the warm oil Julie had brought her and rubbed their bare cunts and slowly started to finger them both. In a short time we saw both of their bodies convulse as Mistress Patti brought them to an orgasm.

After they calmed down, Mistress had them bend over. She lubed their asses and then put her finger in both their assholes. “Who owns these asses slaves?” They both said, “You do Mistress Patti!” She pulled her fingers from their assholes and brought them to their faces, they eagerly licked her nasty finger clean.

She kept them bent over as she went to the toy box and took out a whip, it was the vicious one with the leather knots at the end of the strand that ripped the skin. Mistress proceeded to give them both a vicious whipping. I remembered when we Nancy, Annie and I were raped on our trip to Tennessee, I had seen both Nancy and Annie being whipped then, but poor Julie was shocked. She had never seen her wife being whipped before. She was about to stop Mistress from whipping her wife, Nancy, but I grabbed her wrist, “Be still Julie, your wife is a slave now.”

After she was done, both slaves were in tears. “Get on your backs girls.” They obeyed and Mistress peed on them both. “Get used to that girls, you will both be my toilets every morning.” Finally Mistress squatted to shit. “Put your hands under my ass slaves. They both took turns catching some and then Mistress looked at them both. “You know what to do.”

They never hesitated and smeared the warm shit all over their faces, tits and bellies. As they cried, she nasty tears streaked their faces and dripped on their tits. Finally Mistress turned to the men, “Fuck them boys, fuck them hard and fast. Make sure they understand they are just animals now.

The Masters put them on their hands and knees and fucked their cunts. This treatment must have touched a nerve because both Nancy and Annie were soon cumming hard, as the men spanked their asses and pulled their hair as they fucked them. Once the men came, they viciously kicked the girls in their asses and told them to stay on the ground. They went in front of them and completed their humiliation by pissing on their faces.

Mistress kuşadası escort Patti pulled their heads up by their hair, “This is your new life slaves. Think about it. Tomorrow you will have a chance to change your minds. For tonight, you will both sleep in the barn, like the animals you are.

He next morning we all went into the barn to see how Annie and Nancy were doing. They were in a deep exhausted sleep. Mistress nodded to the men and they pissed on their faces. Once they were awake, Mistress grabbed their filthy hair and asked, “Shall we continue with your training or have you changed your minds?”

They both lowered their heads and said, “We want to be your slaves Mistress, so much so that we want to be branded as well.” This pleased Mistress who turned to Scott, I will tell you how I want them branded and you will order the irons for me. Master responded, “Yes Mistress.” It seems even the Masters are calling her Mistress.

Mistress allowed the Nancy and Annie to get cleaned up, then Mistress then picked up the butt plugs from yesterday and told Nancy and Annie to bend over. She lubed their assholes and then pushed the plugs in. These were the training plugs that Nancy liked to use on new slaves. Once the plugs was buried inside their assholes a loop protruded. Mistress then attached a light chain to the loops of the plugs about 3 feet long. They she took the clamps and attached one clamps to Annie’s right nipple and the other to Nancy’s left nipple. Like the plugs there was about 3 feet of light chain between them.

Mistress said, “Slave sisters have to work as a unit when serving their Owners and when being fucked by clients. Look at Becca and Julie. Whenever they they are both serving a client they move gracefully, they seem to move as one person. I know this is because you trained them in the same way I am training you. Every time one of you moves in the wrong direction, the clamps on your nipples will dig in. If I am not happy with how you are moving, I will do this.”

With that Mistress pushed the button for the butt plugs and the girls fell to their knees as an electrical shock hit their assholes. Mistress smiled and said, “When you do well, you will feel this.” Mistress pushed another button and the plugs vibrated pleasantly in their assholes. Both Julie and I chuckled as we remembered how Nancy and Annie trained us in exactly the same manner many years ago.

For the next week, the training continued and both Nancy and Annie learned to be submissive slaves. Whenever anyone had to pee or shit, we used them as toilets. As a result of that, the girls almost always smelled badly. I knew that smell was meant to be a reminder of their new status as slaves. The girls moved gracefully as they learned to move together. Mistress rarely had to shock their assholes, but often did so anyway just to see their reactions.

By the end of the week, Mistress was satisfied. She called us all into the barn. To emphasize their new status as slaves, Annie and Nancy were naked, while the rest of us were dressed. Mistress said, “Girls I am proud of you. You have accepted your new role as slaves with dignity and grace. I have a reward for you. Bend over girls. Becca, lube their asses.”

Once they were in position, Mistress knelt in front of Annie, girl you are a June baby, am I right? Annie nodded. Mistress then showed her a new butt plug. Like the ones we wore, it was both long and wide, but it also had a large white pearl at the end. “Kiss the pearl dear.” Annie did as commanded and then Mistress took the plug handed it to me. I inserted it deep inside her asshole.

“Your turn Nancy, November, am I right?” Nancy nodded. “Your birthstone is citrine. I love the yellow, I hope you like it. Nancy gasped at how beautiful it was and thanked Mistress. Like Annie did, Nancy kissed the jewel and then Mistress had Julie insert it into her asshole.

The girls stood up and immediately felt the new sensation of having their assholes plugged. Marsha giggled and said, “Don’t worry girls, in time you will get used to it and will feel empty anytime it is out of your ass.”

Mistress told Marsha, “Undress me slave.” Once Mistress was naked we all admired her body. Though in her 70’s and her tits sagged now, she was still beautiful. Like all whores, she kept her stockings and garters on. Master Scott handed Mistress one last plug. Mistress said, I am a July baby, which is a ruby birthstone. She held up the plug and it was red. This may look like a ruby, but it is actually garnet. My sister Linda was born in January, I am wearing the garnet to honor her.

Mistress bent over and said to Marsha, your plug is garnet as well, will you do the honors please? Marsha lubed Mistress’ asshole and then slowly pushed the plug up her ass. Julie and I looked at each other and cried at how wonderfully Mistress was honoring our mother’s memory.

Then Mistress nodded to the Masters. They came behind Nancy and Annie and took off the old dog collars they had been wearing all week long and replaced them with the same collars all the slaves wore. The leather was nice and soft. In the middle it had inscribed SLAVE. On either side was the birthstone. Both girls cried and went to Mistress and hugged her tightly.

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A Lesson in Humility Ch. 03 – Oral Exams

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This story continues the story of a male university student who submits to his dominant middle-aged lecturer. If you haven’t read it already, it is recommended that you begin with the first ‘A Lesson in Humility’ story.

It is a femdom msub story.

Featured fetishes include: aftercare, boots, light CBT, CFNM, cum eating, femdom (gentle / soft), humiliation, masturbation, older woman / younger man, oral sex (male on female)

Part 1: On your knees

Myriam was sat across from James’s kneeling form, her legs lewdly open, naked except for the leather boots she had kept on. This was the moment: he was going to learn to pleasure her. He was determined to get it right and focus entirely on her, even as his prick stiffened once again at the site of her.

“Kiss my legs, boy. Start at the feet and work your way upwards.” He complied, bending forwards so as to almost be kowtowing like a servant before a Chinese empress. He began at the toe of her leather boots, feeling their coldness give way to warm skin as he kissed up her legs adoringly.

“Good work, boy,” she said. Her approval sent waves of warmth down his body and he responded lovingly, making the next kisses slower and more intense, his arms cupping her well-defined calf muscles. He kept going upwards, placing kisses alternatingly on each inner thigh.

“Very good,” she said as she came to the top of her legs. “You are now looking at my vagina. Do you feel privileged, boy?”

“I certainly do, Madam,” responded James. He gazed longingly at it for a second, his cock felt rock hard. It was pink and beautiful, shaved but for a thin stripe of brown pubic hair. How he would love, just love, for it to be inside her, to penetrate her, to make her moan his name. Focus, he told himself.

“You do know, I suppose, what a clitoris is?”

“Of course,” said James, a little flash of anger in his voice. He might be a virgin, technically speaking, but he wasn’t that innocent. “I’ve spent a long time looking at them online.” The joke failed to fully cover his angry outburst and they both knew it, but Myriam let it go.

“You are about to be fortunate enough to get very acquainted with mine. Do not make me regret it. Are you going to be a good boy?”

“Yes, Madam,” he said.

“That’s what I like to hear. If you don’t behave yourself there will be punishment. Now, you may start licking. Lick me like a dog would. Do you remember how you lapped your cum from my hand?” How could he forget? He felt himself blushing at the memory even as his prick grew somehow harder, yearning to be touched. “Just like that. From bottom to top. Get me wet,” she instructed. He complied, tasting her for the first time. It was wonderful, not because of the taste but because it was her. He licked just as she had commanded, like a dog licks water from a bowl. Well, if this was a dog’s life it wasn’t so bad.

“I like your enthusiasm,” she said, relaxing into the sofa, “and you can see my clit is out. Kiss it. Soft, wet, sucking kisses. Go on, let me feel it.” James did so, trying to tease the little nub with his lips. He reached his hands upwards, taking a liberty and feeling the strong curves of her body without permission. Perhaps it was a bit too far, but she did not stop him. He could feel her wetness building and when she spoke her voice was noticeably softer, breathier.

“Keep going. Move your tongue in little circles.”

A muffled “yes Madam” was the response she received, and the corresponding requested circular movements. She gasped and, although James couldn’t see her, he sensed her relax and move herself forwards. He listened intently to her breathing, trying to go faster and faster.

“Slow down. Keep it steady. That’s right, very good,” she said between gasps. “Lick me again, like before. Be a good puppy for me.” Obediently, James did as bidden. She pushed herself forwards, then her hands were in his hair. She was grasping him, pulling herself onto his tongue, gasping, fucking his face with her clit. “That’s it, good boy, good boy, good booyyyy,” she gasped as her words turned into a moan of animal pleasure. Her hands were rough, grasping his hair as she rode out her orgasm, each wave of pleasure punctuated by another gasp. Finally she released him and lay down, satiated. She gave him a lazy grin of the kind he had never seen on her face before.

“That was an excellent first attempt. I will look forward to many more.” James smiled proudly. How wonderful to please a woman, especially a woman like her.

“Happy to be of service Madam,” he said, as if he had just valeted her car. “Do you think you could…” he gestured to his prick, still standing to attention.

“No, boy. I don’t. In fact I should spank you for even asking. We are two for two, you and I. Two of my orgasms, two of yours. Mine must always come first. Some women recommend twice as many orgasms for dominant women as for submissive men. Some kütahya escort even lock their men away in a chastity cage.”

“In a what?” said James. “Do I even want to know…?”

“It’s a metal cage that covers the male genitals. You can urinate but not attain an erection or an orgasm. In fact, any kind of erection can be quite uncomfortable, even painful.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Then do not give me cause to put you in one.” Her imperious facial expression gave way to a gentler smile. “You will learn to control yourself with me such that it is never necessary. Now, I believe it’s time you went home.” His face fell although his cock remained standing. Mentally, Myriam remarked that there was no optimism like that of a horny young man.

“Really?” said James. “I mean, I’d love to stay here. To spend the night with you, I mean.”

“I’m sure you would,” she said. There could be no doubting what he would like to do to her. “But we must be careful.”

“Why? It’s not illegal, is it?”

“No, it’s not. It is, however, frowned upon for lecturers to sleep with current students. The repercussions for me could be dire.”

“Well I won’t tell anyone…”

“No, I’m sure you won’t. However, we do not want people to become suspicious. Therefore you must return to university, go out with your friends. Don’t drink too much or you will become loose-lipped.”

“I suppose…” he said, despite himself.

“Tomorrow evening you may return.” With those words, James smiled. It was just twenty-four hours. He could do that. He began to put on his clothes. Just twenty-four hours.

“Oh, by the way…”

“Yes, Madam?” Something about her tone indicated that she would prefer to be addressed in this way.

“You are forbidden from touching yourself or watching pornography. I want your bollocks full when you arrive. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Madam.” Twenty-four hours. He doubted very much that he could do that, with the image of her open legs and the sound of her orgasm fresh in his mind. She stretched out a hand and without really thinking he bowed and kissed it.

“See you tomorrow, boy.”

“See you tomorrow, Madam.”

The door shut behind him and he set off on the long, lonely bus ride home.

Part 2: A night of longing

James had had a few drinks but the alcohol frustratingly refused to take hold of him. He had been out with his friends, but found himself drifting from the conversation, thoughts turning to the previous evening over and over again. A part of him had wanted to boast, to subtly or not-so-subtly imply that he had brought a wonderful woman to orgasm with his tongue, but he had held himself back, conscious of the trust Myriam had placed in him. Now, lying on his bed and impossibly wide awake, he found one hand absent-mindedly working its way down to his genitals while the other almost automatically opened a private browsing window on his phone. Myriam’s words came back to him. He was forbidden from touching himself, from watching pornography. How would she know, though? Could she really expect him to obey that command, especially after she had left him hard and wanting more while she had been satisfied? Even as he wrestled with the dilemma, he found himself playing with himself, dreaming of the sounds of her orgasm and wishing he could feel her hands take hold of his hair once again. In a lust-filled trance, he found his thumb typing in the address of a pornographic website and entering it, his other hand working his prick. He typed in “femdom pussy eating” and found a video of a mature woman and a younger man. She was spreading herself openly and expectantly on a kitchen counter, while the man obediently got to his knees and began to service her. In very little time James felt the pressure build inside his balls, felt the anticipation, he was past the point of no return! His prick spasmed in his hand, erupting in ropes of cum. Satiated, he lay back and caught his breath, but as he reached for the tissues he realised he had made a very big mistake. She was not going to be happy.

Part 3: The punishment owed

The closer the bus came to the town where Myriam lived, the harder James’s heart beat. As it rounded the corner and came into the town his hands began to feel cold and he noticed his breath quicken. Nervously, he slipped his phone out of his pocket. 17:53, it read. It was already pitch black outside. “I’m about to get off the bus. See you soon,” texted James, adding two kissing emojis. He wondered if that was too far, then he realised how ridiculous he was being. He had given her oral sex! How could two kisses be wrong? As the bus pulled to a stop he got up, and noticed his hands were cold and clammy. He suspected that the truth of what he had done could have harsh consequences, and he desperately wondered what to do about it.

He came to the conclusion as he mounted the steps that came to her house that he would have to show regret for his actions lara escort and an eagerness to serve. With trepidation, he pushed the doorbell and heard the same ding-dong as yesterday emanate through the house. Myriam opened, today wearing a red top, charcoal-grey skirt, and black boots. Like everything else she wore, it complemented her tanned features, dark hair and slender figure beautifully.

“Good evening Madam. Can I tell you that you look wonderful?” he said with a confidence he did not feel.

“You certainly can,” she said as she shut the door behind him. “But you know what you have to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do Madam.” Not usually a good dresser, James had put thought into today’s outfit. He was wearing a black jacket over a white shirt with brown boots, a brown belt, and dark blue jeans. It was basic, but someone had once told him that matching simple complimenting colours was ninety per cent of dressing well. He hoped they had been correct, although it hardly seemed to matter given that not even five minutes into arriving he was pulling off the boots, undoing the belt, taking off the jacket and shirt, and finally the jeans and boxer shorts. His prick, predictably, had sprung to attention at the sight of her and the anticipation of what the night would have in store for him. He folded his clothes into a small, neat pile on a nearby table – Myriam did not seem the type to leave clothes strewn about the floor – and sank to his knees. Here, without a shred of clothing and below this fully-dressed, commanding woman who gazed down at him he felt, well, naked.

“Good boy,” said Myriam. “Very good.” She smiled warmly at him. “You’re a fast learner.”

“Thank you Madam.”

“Kiss my boot,” she said as she stuck one leg out. “You are to do this every time you come here, do you understand? Strip, kneel, kiss. I’m sure you will have no trouble learning it.”

“I’m sure, Madam.”

“Follow me.” Clicking her fingers as if she was calling a dog, she strode into the living room. James crawled behind her, grateful that the fire had clearly been lit and the hardwood floors were consequently warmer.

She reclined on the sofa.

“Take off my boots, boy.” He unzipped each one, taking care to be gentle. “And the socks.”

“Yes Madam.”

“That’s better. Now my feet can breathe.” She flexed her toes, wiggling them a little. “Do you like feet?”

“Not… particularly?” James said, taken aback by the abruptness of her question.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Around one in five men are foot fetishists, you know.”

“I’m in the other eighty percent, I suppose.”

“Then I am afraid this will not be as enjoyable for you as it would for some men.” She reached for a bottle that was on the table, then passed it down to James. It was a kind of moisturising cream.

“Rub my feet,” she instructed, placing her left foot in his lap. It was evenly tanned like the rest of her body, and her nails were painted a deep ruby red.

“Yes, Madam,” he said. He squirted some cream into his hand.

“Rub your hands together first. Cold moisturiser really ruins the relaxation aspect of the massage.” She watched him follow her commands. “Excellent. Now, begin by rubbing the whole foot.” He caressed her foot, rubbing top and bottom with each palm. Her foot was, he thought, quite pretty by the standards of feet. He had never focused on them too much, feeling more attracted to women’s legs and buttocks, but he supposed that as feet went, hers were nice. They were fairly slender, with longish toes. They had a pronounced arch and overall were fairly small, albeit in a way that was proportional to Myriam’s slender figure and shortish stature. “Good boy,” her instructions continued. “Focus on the heel to start.”

“Yes, Madam.” He noticed as he continued to rub her foot that she reclined into the sofa. Her foot and ankle felt less tense in his hands. Chancing a glance upwards, he saw that she had opened a book.

“Keep rubbing,” she said, meeting his gaze. “You are doing an excellent job.” He loved the way her accent sounded when she said the word ‘excellent’. She moved her foot subtly and he responded to her implied command, working his way upwards towards the toes. “Work each and every one, boy,” she instructed. He did so, squeezing the joints of each one in turn. As he turned to the other foot he began to get into a good rhythm. It did not feel bad: it felt quite natural, being at her feet and concentrating on her satisfaction. He noticed that, gratifyingly, she seemed to be enjoying it. He could almost feel the tension leaving her muscles. The experience, in fact, was meditative. There was nothing but her feet, her soft moans of satisfaction and the task at hand. After a while, he chanced a glance upwards and saw that she had put down her book. Her eyes were half-shut but she seemed to sense him looking at her. “That is very good. Good work boy.”

“Thank you Madam.”

“Now it is time for you to practice what lefkoşa escort you learned yesterday. Remove my knickers.”

“Yes Madam,” he said, grinning. Her words might have snapped him out of his reverie but he was only too happy to move onto this coming task. He pulled them off as she obligingly lifted her hips. Putting into practice what he had learned last time he placed gentle kisses up her legs, feeling his prick stiffening once again. She bared her womanhood to him, presenting it to be serviced by his tongue. He did just that, licking her with the flat of his tongue, enjoying the satisfied gasps that she gave in return for his efforts. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wondered if a good performance now would help him avoid punishment later. However, in the main he was happy to simply enjoy her pleasure and her wetness in his mouth. Her clit was soon engorged and he kissed it lovingly, grinning inwardly at the slight moan she let out. One of her feet lightly brushed against his cock, the toe teasing the head very lightly. He felt the urge to rub it against her but resisted. Instead, he responded by trying to be more forceful with his lips, sucking her clit slowly and deliberately. Perhaps she wanted to tease and distract him, but two could play at that game. The gasp that escaped her lips suggested he was winning, and so did her movement forwards; she edged her body forwards and her hips upwards, she wrapped her legs around his head and suddenly he could hear very little, the grip of her toned thighs on him blocking out most sound, but he could just make out her instructions: “tongue-fuck me, boy. Now!” He slid his tongue into her vagina. It felt so tight! He wished it was his cock. “That’s right, just like that!” He felt her fingers stimulate her clit and suddenly… “I’m going to cum!” She sent herself over the edge with one final moan as she bucked her hips against her face, her wetness all over him. Finally, her thighs relaxed around his head and he returned fully to the world of sound.

She lay back, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. James, kneeling by her side, tried not to focus on his prick which was yearning for her attention. She was teasing it gently with her foot, gliding the sole ever so gently across the length of it while she lightly tousled his hair with her hand. He caught his hand moving towards his prick as if had a mind of its own and he stopped it, putting it down on the floor deliberately. He took a deep breath and tried to think of something, anything, apart from the foot that was so lightly rubbing itself against his cock.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Myriam stirred and brought herself forwards on the sofa, looming over his kneeling form.

“You have done very well, boy,” she said. “Now, I believe it’s your turn. Are your bollocks full, as instructed?”

“Yes, Madam.” James did not believe he was lying. It had been the better part of a day since he had cum, and he was sure that he had a lot to give her.

“So you did not touch yourself?”

“Well…” he began. She looked at him sternly.

“Oh dear, boy. This isn’t going to be good news, is it? Well come on then, spit it out.”

“I admit it. I touched myself. I’m sorry, Madam.” He didn’t know why, given that he had masturbated in front of her twice already, but the admission made his face turn bright red. His cock, however, remained unashamedly stiff.

“I see. And what did you do while you touched yourself? Did you watch pornography?”

“I did Madam.” He turned, if it was possible, even redder. “I’m sorry,” he added again.

“Why did you disobey my direct instructions, boy?”

“I’m sorry I just…”

“‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,'” she said, imitating him. “You will be sorry. Put my boots on. I like wearing them when I carry out a punishment.”

“Yes, Madam,” he said, crawling to the discarded boots and putting each one on her foot as lovingly as he could.

“Put your hands behind your back and do not move them. If you do there will be no orgasm for you this evening or indeed for a very long time.”

“Yes Madam,” he said contritely, trying to hide his relief at the confirmation that there was as yet the chance he would be allowed to cum tonight.

“Then let us begin. Stand up.” He did so unsteadily, finding it more difficult than first imagined to rise to his feet without the aid of his hands. “I told you, did I not boy, that I am not a sadist?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Then you may count yourself lucky that I will be inflicting only the necessary pain.” James gulped. “You are, of course, free to leave at any time. Do you want to leave, or will you take your punishment?”

“I’ll take my punishment Madam,” he said. “Gladly.” His voice did not match the sentiment of the sentence.

“‘A standing prick hath no conscience.’ Have you heard that before boy?”

“Erm… Shakespeare said that didn’t he?” He hoped that would impress this woman, his tormenter and his pleasure-giver who, he had to remind himself, was also his English lecturer.

“Sometimes misattributed to him, but not something he ever said as far as we are aware. However, there is a lot of truth to it, don’t you think?” James nodded, unaware of whether his agreement was truly being sought.

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An Amazonian Encounter

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Author’s Note: This is a story requested by one of my readers.

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Silea’s heavy footfalls echoed down the hall. They were fast and brutal, enough power behind each step to crack wood, and a daunting figure made it very clear where that level of strength stemmed from. She was an Amazon, women born to fight and hunt on par with any jungle cat, or even outmatch them. This was especially true in Silea’s case.

Hers was a true warrior’s heritage. A mother who led entire tribes through times of hardships and beat back entire armies of foreign warriors, and a father desired by every woman of fertile age in her homeland. Silea was quite viscerally their progeny. It could be seen at a glance in her how she carried herself, the way her shoulders were squared confidently and how her legs practically devoured the floor with her stride. Her muscles visibly shifted beneath her supple skin.

Yet, she hadn’t inherited either of her parents’ positions. Silea had wanted more than the simple life of her brethren; she wanted to explore and understand the strange people that rarely appeared in her homeland. And now she was at the head of a law firm, on vacation with her beautiful wife for their second anniversary at a luxurious resort, and on the prowl for that gorgeous minx. It was unwise to keep an amazon sexually pent up, even worse when said amazon was a futanari.

Worse yet, a futanari with hyper sized endowments. Silea set her strong jaw in concentration to ignore the rumbling in her sack, a sure sign of how backed up she was. Her wife was nowhere to be seen, however. The amazon had searched most of the resort, from its steam rooms, to the bathhouses, even its acupuncture centre. Just the thought of that last room sent chills down her spine.

The only other person she could even find was the owner. They were also a futa and a gorgeous one at that, with very similar traits as Silea’s wife. Breasts large enough to treat as pillows, hips that capture her attention with ease, and purple bangs just like her wife. There was even a heart shaped tattoo over one breast, just like her wife’s.

But it was these similarities that unnerved Silea. Them and the air that surrounded the owner, it was akin to a predator. Neylu was her name as Silea recalled, certifiably foreign to human and amazon culture. Her ears were pointed and Silea could see subtle glimpses of horns peeking from her oil toned hair, which emphasised her pale skin. Despite her view encompassing curves, the futa was surprisingly skinny.

She smiled widely at Silea as the amazon walked past.

“What cha looking for, hun?” Neylu inquired with a flirtatious cock of her eye-catching hips.

“My wife, Natalie. You seen her?” Silea demanded, stepping closer to stand over a foot above the inhuman owner.

“N-no, ma’am. Not since yesterday when I gave her a tour of the facilities. Perhaps I could do the same for you?” Neylu offered, glancing about nervously. Even someone with such a dangerous aura cowered under Silea’s gaze and aggressive stance. She had won dozens of court cases with this exact pose, peering down at her opposition and scaring the truth from them.

“No, thank you,” Silea said roughly, casting one last eye over the owner’s lustful figure, “If you see her, send her straight to our room. I’ll be waiting.” The amazon turned and strutted down the hall toward her quarters, where she would try and amuse herself until her darling wife returned. Then she could unleash all the desire roiling in her loins.

Neylu watched with a beholden smirk. Few creatures possessed a more powerful physique than the amazons, something that she painfully lacked. After her most recent diet, perhaps it was time for a more protein rich regime. She reached down and stroked her cock through her jeans, licking her lips as she imagined just what that kind of meal could do for her own member. A bump in her balls caught her attention.

“Now, now,” Neylu cooed as if talking to a child, “I’m sure you’ll see each other again soon.”

The next day and Silea trudged out from her room. A cloud seemed to hang over her head, as did a shroud of near palpable lust that was embodied by the straining shape of her cock. Natalie didn’t return last night, leaving Silea to wallow in her constantly churning desires. They had made a pact with one another that they wouldn’t cum unless it was during sex.

“Hey, good lookin’?” Neylu waved at the amazon. She leaned on her desk, breasts mashed against it to act like two enticing, pale pillows. Silea glanced her way, gaze swiftly falling on the shelf-like posterior that so resembled Natalie’s. It was slightly larger, though, “No luck with your wife, then?”

“No,” Silea sulked, coming to a stop before the inhuman futa. A muffled sound caught her attention. It was familiar, eerily so. She saw the owner reach down and slap at her crotch, then laugh flippantly.

“I’m sure she’ll turn up, honey,” Neylu comforted, reaching out to stroke the amazon’s toned arm, “Until then, why not join me Bakırköy travesti in my office? I doubt your wife would appreciate you being so pent up.”

“I shouldn’t,” Silea denied, glaring at the temptress. It would be just so easy to take this futanari and ram her for an hour, to relieve the horribly pent up sensation in her balls or release the pressure of her clothes around her five-foot cock.

“I know,” Neylu nodded, her fingers trailing along Silea’s bicep to her large bust, even compared to her build, “But something tells me she’d love for you to get a little relief. Just a bit. What do you say?” The owner’s thin fingers slid further down, quickly coming to her chest height where Silea’s potent bulge rested, “Your big friend here seems up for it.” Before Silea could protest, Neylu leaned in close and pressed her full lips to the curved shape.

A gentle sigh of relief slipped from Silea’s lips at the touch. She’d avoided touching herself since Natalie disappeared, pushing her to the point that even a single kiss was enough to bring her desires raging to the surface. Her cock lurched in its prison, a tear echoing throughout the mostly vacant halls.

“I’d say that’s a ‘yes’?” Neylu inquired, batting her eyelashes innocently while her own prick threatened to escape into the open.

“Shut up,” Silea growled and scooped the unnaturally voluptuous woman in her arms, then carried her into the office, “Until I’m satisfied,” Silea continued, setting the owner down and looking her dead in the eye, “You’re my plaything, little girl.”

Neylu gulped audibly while her cock finally broke through her pants. The amazon merely smirked down at the futa, and grabbed her own garments, then tore them off with a single pull. A shocked, but lustful gasp filled the space between them, before it was replaced by a single, hulking mass of cock. Silea’s smirk widened at the awed expression, though it grew tight when she noted how big the owner was.

Futanari weren’t uncommon, but they weren’t everywhere either. Much rarer were hyper futanari, who some were lucky to meet in real life every few decades. Silea only knew one other personally, that was her wife. And she swore that this ‘Neylu’ wasn’t nearly so big when they first arrived, in fact, she hardly remembered her appearance at all when they checked in. Although that might’ve been because Natalie was the one who signed their names, while Silea massaged her tits from behind.

“You… you like?” Neylu asked, hefting her own prick to show how big she was. It was visibly smaller than Silea’s, but that was to be expected given the amazon’s heritage, however the balls more than made up for it by hanging to the owner’s shins and bulging out past her hips.

“I’m not interested in your cock,” Silea snarled and turned the comparatively petite woman around, then marched her to the personal desk. The amazon cleared it off with a sweep of her powerful arm, before forcing Neylu to climb on top and present her rear. With her toy properly placed, Silea crouched down to inspect this futa’s outrageous curves. Silea’s hands all but sank into the ass flesh like it was made from putty.

“Oh, we are going to have some fun,” Silea moaned huskily, pulling them apart to peer at the pliant anus concealed within, before peeking at the engorged, dripping lips of the owner’s sex. She took a long breath, inhaling this woman’s musky desire, and her prick pulsated in longing.

“We are,” Neylu agreed under her breath, but went ignored. She yelped as the hyper endowed amazon’s cock suddenly found her entrance and coerced its way inside, spreading the lips taut around a head easily the size of her calves. It parted her walls with ease, like an indominable army that would not be denied its victory. Even Neylu’s cervix was no match as her womb was similarly invaded.

Silea moaned hoarsely at the heat and wetness enveloping her cock. It had only been a few days since Natalie went and vanished, however going without orgasm in that time was a torture that she wouldn’t wish upon her worst enemies. Her balls rumbled and churned with their potency, eager to flood the clenching canal in their seed. The seven-foot amazon sank her hands into Neylu’s spongy hips.

“How is it, slut? How does feel having a real cock inside of you?”

“Amazing,” Neylu panted as she was rutted like an animal, her breasts and ass quivered and shook wildly with every push of the futa amazon’s honed body, “It’s so fucking deep. In my womb… it’s in my chest.”

“That puny cock of yours doesn’t compare, does it? You needed a dick like mine!” Silea gave a strong, sharp thrust and sank another foot inside. Her sudden jerk made the owner’s ass ripple like ocean waves, its abundant flesh dancing before her, enticing her to feel it against her.

“No!” Neylu agreed with a high yelp, “It doesn’t! My cock isn’t enough to satisfy me!”

“Good girl,” Silea praised, hastening her pace now, eager to hilt this bitch before cumming, “I bet you wish you had Bakırköy travestileri a cock like mine. Something that could actually satisfy someone.”

“Oh fuck, yes I do!” Neylu cried, body convulsing as her first orgasm erupted within her. Cum sprayed from her member, dousing the wall and splashing back onto her utterly stuffed body. Her pussy let down its own rush of fluids, squirting from around Silea’s prick.

“Too bad,” Silea growled, leaning forward to whisper into the futa’s ear, pausing her rapid thrusts to slowly sink more of her shaft inside, stretching this poor owner’s womb out past her head, “You’ll have to settle for my huge dicked young.”

“Yes…” Neylu hissed, her body twitching as the words heightened the afterglow of her climax, “Your babies… your hyper cocked babies…”

Silea finally felt her groin meet the immense flesh of Neylu’s ass. Her goal accomplished, the amazon reared back, pulling foot after foot of cock from the owner’s reluctant depths, before stabbing it all back inside. Neylu’s screams filled the room. Every thrust made her pussy squelch lewdly, a swiftly growing puddle of her juices piled onto the desk while her cock spurted weakly. In a matter of minutes, she had lost her seductive prowess and become nothing but a vapid cock sheath.

“Get ready you dirty slut,” Silea huffed, sweat glistening on her skin as her hips worked harder and faster, “I’m gonna fill you with my pent up jizz. It’s going to pile into your womb and find your eggs. All of them.”

“Ah, fuck… yes, yes, YES!” Neylu screeched as her uterus was inundated in seed, the organ stretching even further to handle the massive influx. Each burst was preceded by a sharp jerk from Silea, whose cock throbbed and swelled with every impended release. Their flesh slapped against each other, while the musk of their sex-crazed bodies permeated the room. When Silea finally petered out, Neylu’s trim middle was lost to a semi-sphere of cum.

“So much,” Neylu breathed once she regained a semblance of thought, “You’re still hard?”

“Of course,” Silea growled, pulling away and driving herself back in, spearing through the lake of her semen, “I’ve gone days without cumming, bitch. You’ve got a lot more to take.”

“Fuck yeah,” Neylu moaned and shook her motherly hips, “Give me more.”

Her words were heard, but unnecessary. Silea had no intention of withholding even a single drop from this seductress. The amazon knew her sperm was potent enough to guarantee pregnancy, as she had seen time after time with Natalie ever since they first slept together. It was just what this woman deserved.

“There,” Silea eventually gasped, her cock finally going flaccid as she slipped free from the sloppy, cum ridden mess. Not a drop had been spared. The owner’s pussy gaped open, gushing with semen as her womb was made to release its bounty. Neylu’s hands were forced against the wall to keep herself balanced, while her knees had long since left the desk’s surface. They connected once more as the floor was inundated in cum.

“Sorry, Natalie,” Silea mourned aloud, “I’ll make it up to you.” In response, a series of muffled noises caught her ear. She looked to the owner, who was slowly turning around to sit on the desk. Just the fact that she was still conscious was impressive, let alone moving. Silea thinned her eyes at Neylu, who settled down with an exhilarated yelp.

“Aw, are you soft already? But we’ve barely started,” Neylu teased, eyes glimmering evilly. She reached down to pet her cock, which hadn’t lost any of its lustre. No, Silea corrected her thoughts, it was bigger than before. By at least a foot, she frowned at the sight, then looked down at herself. The floor was much closer than it should’ve been, and her cock looked much too small for her.

“What did you do?” Silea demanded. The owner hopped down, setting her endowments bouncing, and smirked at the once taller than life amazon.

“Nothing that you didn’t give up willingly,” Neylu assured her, staring down at the futa, “Now, how about a little more fun since we’re a more even size.”

“Like hell,” Silea rebuked and stood up to her full height, something would normally frighten anyone into submitting. But not now, not when this futa now stood at least a foot taller than her.

“Let me give you a hand,” Neylu cooed, leaning down until her hands came into contact with Silea’s cock. A shock of energy caused the amazon to yelp and pull away, only for her cock to remain in contact as it swiftly reached full erection once more. Only it was lacking.

“My… my fucking dick,” Silea gasped, rage boiling in her veins as she turned her furious gaze to the owner, whom she was now certain wasn’t human.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you leave this room completely satisfied. It’s just a game, ma’am,” Neylu said, stroking her now much larger cock while she stepped away, adding, “I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Try what?” Silea practically shouted, a chill coursing through Travesti Bakırköy her blood at the lack of power her voice held. It was so average now.

“This,” Neylu answered by stepping forward, pressing the massive shape of her erection into Silea’s shrunken one. After a moment, the pressure became too much, and the owner’s urethra opened up. Silea gasped at the sensations that wrapped around her dick. It was tighter than Neylu’s pussy had been. She could feel glops of semen clinging to the insides, transferring to her own member as it was devoured by the shaft.

“Hmm, oh fuck,” Neylu moaned as she progressed, inches turning to feet as her cock swallowed more of Silea’s once enormous member. The amazon couldn’t resist moaning, assailed by sensations she hadn’t dreamt of experiencing. She could feel the owner’s heartbeat around her prick, throbbing against her shaft like a tribal drum. But there wasn’t as much response as she would expect, even after her cock had somehow shrunk.

“I can feel it,” Neylu sighed, hands running across her body, cupping and sinking her mountainous tits while they vanished behind her to caress her impossible ass, then moving around to stroke her docked prick. Silea stared at the inhuman owner, breathing heavily as unwelcome pleasure shoved its way into her consciousness. There was something different about her, not just in her attitude or the fact that she had somehow grown a foot in height and in her cock. The hair at her back looked lighter than normal, almost red.

Silea reached back and pulled her ponytail around to her front. She was a redhead, one of the few with the perfect crimson colour, but that gorgeous red was vanishing before her eyes. Horror made her blood run cold, yet it was overshadowed by the unstoppable blaze of her pleasure.

“You noticed something, huh?” Neylu giggled and moaned, more of Silea’s cock disappearing into her own, “Would’ve thought something else might’ve caught your attention first.”

“What are…?” Silea turned her gaze down at herself and quivered in horror. Her body was one designed for hunting and mating, that didn’t exclude her femininity, however. She was curvy, suitably so for her former height. Now… Silea stared down at her chest where a pair of flat, barely visible breasts sat. If not for her erect nipples, she might’ve mistook them for smooth skin, “What the fuck are you?”

“Hmm, I think that’s enough,” Neylu sighed. Silea squeaked when she was suddenly forced back, and her cock slid free of the owner’s prick.

“My cock…” Silea whimpered, staring at a member that little boys would be embarrassed to have.

“I can’t believe my luck, two hyper futanari showing up like you two. I’ve been needing a good couple of meals for a few centuries now,” Neylu revealed, though she seemed to be speaking with herself, “Being a succubus among mortals is pretty hard, you know?”

“A succubus?” Silea gasped, backing away to the door, but her body felt so heavy. Not just her figure and her endowments, but her strength had also been taken.

“Yes. No point in hiding it anymore. I’m not totally evil, though,” Neylu said, walking over to stand in Silea’s way, now doubly hyper sized cock hanging over the former amazon, “I can reunite you with your wife.”

“You killed her?” Silea tried to scream, however even her voice felt weak.

“No, no,” Neylu quickly assured her, “She’s in here.” The succubus stroked her much large testicles, where a protrusion briefly appeared.

“This can’t be real,” Silea breathed, now trying to get as far away from the demon as she could.

“How helpful of you,” Neylu sighed and crouched down, laying her cock upon the ground when Silea’s feet was just about to go out of reach. The now frail Amazonian yelled when she was suddenly tugged to a stop and felt a slimy warmth envelop her feet to her ankles, “Ah, I love this feeling.” Neylu breathed.

Silea looked back, then shouted when she was jerked back. Her calves were consumed in the slimy insides, which throbbed and undulated around her in a horrifying mockery of a massage. The succubus stroked her monumental hulk of a cock, both arms working in tandem while she kept it between her equally huge breasts. If she hadn’t taken so much of Silea’s height, it would’ve looked ridiculous.

“I can’t wait to feel you in my balls,” Neylu moaned, “You’re a fighter, right? Hmm, just like your lovely wife. Make sure you thank her for the curves, by the way.”

“Don’t do this. Give her back and we’ll leave,” Silea pleaded, blushing hotly at the fact that she was made to do something so pitiful.

“No can do,” Neylu shook her head, while kissing every inch of cock that her mouth could reach, “I need you both inside of me for a while, until my changes are permanent. Hmm, speaking of which…” Neylu grunted softly and her cock lurched forward, swallowing Silea’s thighs in a single move. She, then, raised the giant member up, taking Silea with it.

The amazon struggled. She clawed and punched at the head, but it merely depressed under her efforts like a sponge, while her feet kicked with all the might she could muster. It was useless. Her body was puny, a hollow shadow of what it once was. Silea refused to give in, however. Even as her barely noticeable breasts were engulfed, she continued to squirm.

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