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Lady Aline had enjoyed the recent ball immensely. The young men had led the young women around the ballroom floor in complicated patterns, occasionally changing partners, to the stately music played all evening by a famous string quartet. The evening had passed for her in a whirl of muscular masculine calves at the level of her head, and shapely feminine buttocks jiggling past her, with the men lightly bantering with one another up above Aline. The servants had kept the bowls along one wall refilled over and over again with delicious sweetmeats and fizzy champagne, which made Aline giggly. It was absolutely delightful.

The only discordant note that evening had been the intrusion of the plump daughter of a rich merchant, foolishly hoping to pass for nobility among her betters. The guards had dragged her out, shrieking “But I only wanted to see what it was like!” and locked her in the stocks in the town square for the three days decreed by the kingdom’s extremely strict sumptuary laws, after whipping her thoroughly. Aline had heard that the trollop had eventually staggered home (on two feet), doubtless with at least one bun in her oven thanks to the assiduous attentions of the town’s swains while her fat ass protruded behind the stocks, and acquiring along the way yet another coating of rotten fruit and vegetables hurled by jeering townsfolk.

Aline hoped that the fool had learned her lesson, and would remember her station in life from now on. How on earth could she have expected to pass? She had probably practiced for hours in her own garden, but nudity and a cheap dog collar were hardly enough to make an aristocrat. She had moved slowly and clumsily across the floor on all fours, unlike Aline, who had first been collared and leashed by her father at puberty, and had not stood on two feet or worn clothing ever since. Aline’s grace and breeding were obvious to all at the merest glance.

The merchant’s daughter’s body had been a patchwork of tanned arms and shoulders contrasting sharply with her pale breasts and belly; you could see at a glance that she was a commoner who habitually wore clothes. Her being a stranger to this social circle did not help, either. The elevated circles in which Aline moved were small, and she knew by heart every mole and freckle on her peers’ rumps. And the girl did not even know the proper etiquette for social ardahan escort greetings between ladies!

Aline’s aunt, Countess Marie, had been at the ball too, hugely pregnant and lying on a cushion on the floor in one corner of the ballroom, with her leash tethered to a hook on the wall. Marie was too pregnant to be led through a spritely dance, but she enjoyed listening to the music and watching the young people enjoy themselves. When a servant had led Aline over to pay her respects, she had gracefully turned to show her backside to her aunt, pressed her breasts to the floor, and raised her buttocks as high as she could to present her genitals for sniffing, because everyone knew that the lady of lower status presented herself first.

When it was Marie’s turn to shift her body around ponderously on all fours and present herself, Aline leaned her face in close to the Countess’s lush bush, and inhaled the pungent scent of her aunt’s arousal. Despite the Countess’s placid face and serene smile, it was apparent that this pregnancy (her tenth?) was strongly affecting Marie’s sexual desires. Aline grinned; from all appearances, the Count her uncle was going to have quite a ride tonight.

Aline’s life was a happy one. In Aline’s kingdom, women of gentle birth were treated like the precious possessions they were. They never worked; the very idea of a lady of leisure working was preposterous. They had no responsibilities, other than looking decorative, and breeding after they were married and on their husband’s leash instead of their father’s. Aristocratic ladies were naked trophies and gorgeous symbols of their families’ prosperity, and they could not offer a greater contrast to the hard-working, careworn wives of commoners. Everything was done for them, and they had no reason to stand on two feet or speak, because all of their needs would always be anticipated by their families and servants. Ladies were to be seen, every delectable inch of them, and not heard.

Aline loved her mother deeply, and Aline’s father often walked them on leashes side by side, their breasts and buttocks jiggling in harmony; but Aline had never heard her mother’s voice, or expected to, and Aline herself had not spoken since her first leashing. It was simply not ladylike! She did love it when she and adıyaman escort her mother sniffed each other’s genitals and smiled at each other each morning and evening; and that was enough.

Aline remembered hearing that in other kingdoms, young ladies of her station were forced to spend time learning music and embroidery. Those sounded like dreadful pastimes, compared to being taken for a walk in the palace gardens, and pausing occasionally to sniff the fragrance of the flowers, with a cool breeze stiffening her nipples.

The way her kingdom handled things was definitely superior, Aline felt, among other things because young men could see exactly what they were getting. Aline had often sat naked on the floor in her family’s portrait gallery, gazing up at the oil paintings of her ancestors. Most of the couples were shown in virtually the same pose, with the leashed wife sitting at attention at her husband’s feet, and it was striking how their lovingly rendered bodies grew more voluptuous with each generation. Ladies of breeding in this kingdom were definitely being bred for certain attributes, and Aline was very proud of how her own large breasts swayed and jiggled as she was walked on her leash. She also knew that her wide hips were just perfect for child-bearing, and that the sight of her perfect ass and vulva from behind would give almost any man an instant erection.

Aline had enjoyed being taken to the ball, but was eagerly looking forward to a much more momentous event in a few weeks: her wedding! In just a few weeks, her father would lead her, slowly pacing together, with Aline heeling perfectly, down the aisle of the church to the sound of the wedding march. She would wear a tiara in her braided golden hair to match her jewel-encrusted collar, her leash would be of the finest white leather, and she would wear a short white veil over her smiling face. Her future husband, to whom she had been betrothed since childhood (ladies of Aline’s social class had their whole lives safely planned in advance), would be waiting up at the front of the church with the priest.

As Aline sat at attention on her bare haunches, perfectly poised, her father would remove the collar she had worn since puberty, and her new husband would replace it with his own, which she would now wear for karabük escort the rest of her life. When they exchanged vows, her father would answer on her behalf, as she looked up adoringly at her bridegroom.

When the ceremony was over, and she had sniffed all the ladies in the receiving line and her husband had shaken all the men’s hands, Aline would be led out of the church on her new husband’s leash, trotting at his side through the streets to her new home as her breasts bounced merrily. She had been trained too well in deportment to forget how to heel, even in the excitement of her wedding day! She would miss her mother’s comforting, familiar scent; but was looking forward to investigating her mother-in-law’s. In any case, as was traditional, her husband would lead her back to her parents’ home occasionally for tea and crotch-sniffing. It would be so odd to go back there as a guest, she thought, but it was not as if she would never smell her mother’s warm scent again. She hoped that her father and his new son-in-law might bond over taking their wives for long walks around the grounds; or her husband and father-in-law, for that matter.

And she had her wedding night to look forward to! At the wedding reception that evening in her new home, she would be led to lie on a white towel on the platform at the front of the banquet all, and her husband would officially deflower her in front of the assembled wedding guests and family. Hopefully, the white towel would be stained by the blood from her hymen, and would be displayed to the audience, to loud applause. Aline had been a guest at many such happy occasions, and was looking forward to being the center of attention at her own deflowering. She grew wet between her legs at the thought of finding out for herself, in front of family and friends, what a vigorous rogering would feel like. She hoped he would keep going, over and over, until her belly was as full as her aunt Marie’s. Married life was going to be wonderful!

Aline looked around at her attendants and maids, the hard-working commoners who bathed and walked her, rubbed sweet-smelling ointments into her creamy skin, braided her long hair, kept delicious food in her bowl and gave her plenty of water, petted her and scratched her behind the ears, and (mostly) kept her father’s boisterous hunting dogs from mounting Aline and her mother (Aline grimaced at a certain memory she would prefer to forget). She could smell her servants’ sweaty bodies under the multiple layers of restrictive clothing they had to wear, even in this warm weather. Poor things!

Aline stretched out her naked body luxuriously, and pitied them. They could never know what it was like to be truly free.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this work of fiction are over age 18. I have never been a part of the Greek community on a college campus, this is purely a work of fiction intended for entertainment.

Tags: Creampie, Pregnancy Risk, Pregnancy, Impregnation, college girl, fertile, risky sex, sex games, fertile sex, insemination, competition, pregnant, college, BBC

Authors note: Thank you to my editors. You can start with this chapter but I recommend if you enjoy it to read chapter 1A for the background.

To start the day, Katy stood up to speak. “Welcome back to the second night of rush week. I hope everyone enjoyed last night, except maybe the two newest members of Beta Alpha Beta, Amanda and Sam. As the loser of last night, Amanda will have to wait two weeks to find out if the creampie she took was successful in putting a bun in her oven. All of Beta Alpha Beta’s freshman will take a pregnancy test at the same time to determine which pledges got pregnant up here on this stage during rush week. I hope we all remember the rules from last night, so let’s begin.”

Most of the crowd was eager and happy for the night to get underway quicker than the first night. That was, except for the pledges, who remained nervous as they wondered if they would get called up to the stage.

Continuing to lead, Katy announced, “To change things up from last night, instead of the girls getting called up first I will draw the names of the boys first and then call the girls up. First up is Evan, and second is Paul. You two please come up to the stage.”

Evan was tall and muscular like a linebacker, with light brown hair. Paul was tall and thin with sandy blonde hair.

Katy continued once the boys got on stage, “Guys, it’s time to strip before we call up the girls so they can see what they’ll be working with tonight.”

Evan quickly pulled off his shoes and shirt, showing just how muscular he was. He undid his belt and dropped his pants before pulling down his boxers to show off a large dick that was already 7 inches long and not even hard yet. Its girth was equally impressive, and looked all the more intimidating with his shaved pubic region.

Paul undressed as well, showing off a bony body and what appeared to be a small dick compared to Evan’s but was actually close to normal. Paul’s dick had a forest of hair above it.

The pledges nervously eyed the guys, thinking who they might be having sex with tonight. They had different preferences on which guy they would prefer; most thought Evan was super sexy, but some were worried his cock was too big for them.

Bringing a bowl over, Katy continued on while eyeing the meat, “Okay boys, I have the names of the two girls who will be initiated tonight. Evan, if you would do the honors of drawing a name and reading it out loud to the audience?”

Evan reached into the bowl with a smile on his face, pulled out a small piece of paper, held it up and read, “Cali!”

The female host sought her pledge, “Cali, could you please come up to the stage?”

Cali, with her classic blonde hair and blue eyes, walked her way up to the stage with almost a smirk on her face. Katy wouldn’t let the smirk go unnoticed, and when Cali got to the stage asked “I noticed a smile on your face Cali, are you excited to fuck Evan?”

Cali eagerly said, “What can I say? This girl likes big dicks and I can’t wait to see how big he is once he’s hard.” Then she stepped to the side and stood there, showing off her petite frame and golden blonde locks of hair.

This elicited a chorus of giggles and a few catcalls.

Katy continued, “Paul, could you please pull the other piece of paper out of the bowl and announce to the audience who tonight’s final participant will be?”

Paul reached into the bowl and quickly read out, “Gabi!”

“Gabi, could you please join us up on stage?”

Gabi sported a small jeweled nose stud and blue eyes with flowing brunette locks. She worked her way up to the stage, but had a nervous look on her face. Paul lit up when he saw that Gabi was an absolute knockout of a brunette. All the Beta Alpha Beta pledges were hot, but Paul felt like he had just won the lottery and couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Pressing on, Katy said, “Girls, you know the drill, it’s time for you to join the boys in the buff.”

Cali kicked off her flats, pulled off her short jean shorts, pulled off her tank top, and quickly removed her matching hot pink bra and thong, revealing her petite 32A breasts with light pink areolas and her hairless pussy, much to the delight of the crowd. Numerous colorful tattoos adorned the blonde’s alabaster skin.

Hesitatingly slightly, Gabi took a bit longer to remove her stylish black boots, white blouse, and modest black skirt. With the rest of Gabi’s clothes finally gone, a luxurious French lace white bra and panties were revealed, along with a couple small tattoos of phrases. The girl paused briefly, still nervous, before removing her bra and panties to expose a landing strip V above her pussy kastamonu escort and perfect 34B breasts with large, dark, and erect nipples.

A few jaws hit the floor once Gabi was completely nude. Paul was almost fully hard seeing who he was paired with for the night’s festivities, and couldn’t wait to be balls deep in her.

As the show concluded, Katy caught the attention of the audience again, “Everyone knows the drill when I say go, right? Girls, get your boys fully erect, I will give you each a condom to use, and then move back to your bench. Any questions? Okay ladies, get your guys hard, and go!”

It was fairly evident to everyone in the room that Gabi wouldn’t have to work too hard to finish getting Paul hard.

On the other hand Cali couldn’t wait to get Evan inside of her and eagerly knelt down in front of his large cock and started using one hand to stroke his dick while using her tongue on his bulbous head. Once the tip of his cock was wet and he started hardening, Cali eagerly began trying to get all of it in her mouth.

Since Paul was already pretty hard, Gabi knew it wouldn’t take much effort to get him fully hard. She started stroking his average size cock with her hand, while Paul kept staring at her gorgeous body and became fully erect almost instantly.

Most of Evan’s cock was in Cali’s mouth and she was working on deep throating him. Evan let out moans of pleasure as his cock kept growing while Cali was managing to take most of it down her throat. Those in the front row saw Cali’s pussy moisten and even leak a bit of grool onto the stage.

Meanwhile, Paul was really getting into his hand job from Gabi, letting out loud moans.

Not wanting to let Paul get too far ahead of Evan, Cali knew she had to finish getting all of Evan’s cock in her mouth and down her throat. After a big gulp of air Cali opened up her throat and after a couple of bobs was able to get all of Evan’s cock into her mouth and down her throat. Within a minute of Cali fully deep throating Evan his cock was fully hard and Katy stopped both Cali and Gabi. As Cali pulled off, everyone in the room saw Evan’s 10 inch monster of a cock. Cali smiled, content with herself and ready to be fucked.

The ardent leader Katy announced the next steps, “Okay, now after that very impressive blowjob, everyone is fully hard. Here are the condoms,” she said, handing Cali and Gabi each a condom. “Put these on your guys’ cock and assume the position on your bench.”

Gabi quickly rolled her condom onto Paul while Cali struggled getting the condom onto Evan’s big shaft. Finally she was able to get it over the head of his cock and halfway down and said to no one in particular “Good enough, I can’t wait any longer” as she made her way back to her bench.

Ready to get the show on the road, Katy started the event, “Okay guys move over to your ladies and get your cock lined up with her vagina. Everyone, on the count of three.”

Holding out her fingers to signal the audience to all in unison count down; “3…2…1…”

Katy yelled “Penetrate!” and the boys plunged into the two girls’ pussies.

Paul started hard and fast and continued his moaning from the hand job earlier. Although Gabi was uncomfortable both on the account of getting fucked in front of everyone and the fact Paul was not her type, she took some solace in the fact that it didn’t seem like Paul would last longer than Evan, so she should be protected by the condom.

Over on the other bench Evan’s cock was balls deep into Cali’s dripping pussy. Cali let out a deep moan followed by “Fuuuck me Evan, slam that big cock of yours into me.” Evan was more than happy to oblige.

Evan looked to the girl in charge, “Katy, could you bring me the Hitachi?”

Katy giddily replied, “With pleasure,” as she went over to the toys, grabbed the Hitachi, and handed it over to Evan.

Evan turned the Hitachi on to medium-low speed and pressed it up against Cali’s clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she started alternating between whimpering and moaning.

Paul continued thrusting hard in and out of Gabi while playing with her perky breasts and soft nipples. This elicited a moan from Gabi as she started to enjoy the fucking that Paul was giving her.

It was clear to the audience that it was either going to be Cali or Paul that came first and either way Cali was going to get a risky creampie tonight.

The blonde was whimpering loudly, “Fuck Evan, that Hitachi is cheating, I’m going to cum on that monster cock of yours,” With a smile, Evan turned the Hitachi up a notch.

Paul seemed to have gained a little bit of composure, slowing his thrusts down and starting to kiss Gabi’s breasts and neck as she continued to embrace the pleasure that he was providing her.

A loud moan followed by a ‘Fucccck’ came from Cali as her orgasm washed over her as she came all over Evan’s large cock and the Hitachi.

Katy grinned ear to ear, “Evan, kayseri escort you may remove your condom.”

Evan turned off the Hitachi, cast it aside and pulled out of Cali momentarily to remove the condom. As he went to remove the condom, Evan noticed that it was only wrapped around the head of his dick. He doubted it would have stayed on for much longer even if Cali hadn’t cum allowing him to remove it. After taking off the condom he plunged his bare cock into Cali’s pussy even as she was still trembling with the afterglow of her earth shattering orgasm.

Evan picked up the pace after reentering Cali, knowing that his potent cum would hopefully find a fertile egg inside Cali soon.

Katy informed the audience excitedly, “Things are getting interesting; if Evan can cum before Paul then we will get two creampies tonight.”

Upon hearing this Gabi realized that she needed to hurry up and make Paul cum in the protective condom before Evan blasted his load of baby batter into Cali. She started to make out with Paul and egg him on: “Come on, doesn’t that pussy of mine feel good wrapped around your cock? I’m sure it would feel even better if you pick up the pace”

Paul responded to Gabi’s comment by picking up the pace and letting out more moans of pleasure.

Meanwhile Evan was pounding Cali hard as their bodies glistened in sweat while they were both moaning like it was a race to see who would cum first.

Meanwhile Gabi was very worried, so she deftly flipped Paul over onto the bench to ride him cowgirl style as she urged him on, “Paul look at me and my beautiful breasts,” as she rode him hard.

“Oh god!” bellowed Paul, moaning loudly while Gabi rode him.

The audience was on edge as they knew Cali, Evan, and Paul were all approaching an orgasm. Many were hoping for the rare double creampie during rush week initiation.

With a loud moan below her, Gabi could tell that Paul was finally cumming, filling up the condom much to her relief.

Paul let out another, “Oh my god,” as he finished, followed by, “That was amazing. You are the hottest chick I have ever had sex with.” With that Gabi gave him a quick peck on the lips and hopped off of him.

Katy handed Gabi a robe to cover herself up while everyone watched Evan and Cali. They were fucking like they were in a porno with all the moans and hard thrusting.

In unison Evan let out a roar as he finally erupted at the same time as Cali yelled, “Fuck, I’m cumming again!”

Both of their bodies spasmed into each other as Evan’s monster cock unloaded a torrent of potent cum directly into Cali’s womb. Cali was in bliss herself as her second orgasm of the night subsided. With both of them spent, Evan collapsed onto her for a moment to relax. Cali, now no longer stimulated, realized that she just took a dangerous creampie while likely ovulating.

After taking a moment to recover, Evan got up and off of Cali. Meanwhile Katy quickly slid a pillow underneath Cali’s ass to help keep as much of Evan’s cum in her as possible.

Katy spoke, “Stay right there as I wrap things up Cali. Audience, we may have just missed out on a double creampie tonight but it is not every night we get to witness four orgasms in one initiation ceremony. Tonight was a good reminder of why we do not allow the pledges to cum during rush week; as we saw it can lead to explosive orgasms. Can everyone give a round of applause to Cali and Evan for some of the hottest sex we have had on this stage in quite some time?”

The crowd applauded.

“I am sure we are all looking forward to tomorrow night. Everyone may leave except for the newest members of Beta Alpha Beta,” Katy instructed the crowd.

Gabi stood next to Katy while Cali remained on the bench with her ass propped up.

To the two initiates, Katy addressed, “Here is the key to your room. It is up two flights of stairs, the last door on the right. Cali, you may get up now.”

The lithe blonde pledge was handed a Beta Alpha Beta embroidered robe by Katy, which she happily accepted and put on.

Cali and Gabi headed up to their room. Most of Evan’s cum remained deep inside Cali, but a couple drops dripped down her leg as she walked up to her room.

***

The victorious Gabi opened the door to their room. Cali made a beeline to the bed on the left and plopped down. Gabi asked, “Cali, do you mind if I go clean up?”

“Go ahead, I need to rest for a few minutes,” Cali responded, just lounging on the bed.

When Gabi got done showering Cali was still laying on her bed in her robe, not having moved at all.

“Do you want to shower and maybe try to get some of that cum out of you?” Gabi asked. She felt refreshed and figured her new roommate would want to feel the same.

“Yes I do want to shower but I don’t think it is going to do any good to get the cum out of me, with how much is in there,” as she patted her belly.

With that Cali discarded her robe on her bed and kıbrıs escort went to shower.

When Cali returned Gabi asked, “Are you not worried about getting creampied and ending up pregnant?”

“A little, but with Evan’s amazing cock even if I’m not pregnant this time I don’t think it’ll be too long before I’m carrying his baby. Maybe I’ll even get one of the leadership posts when we are seniors. Plus it would be interesting if I conceived the same way my mother conceived me,” Cali answered forlornly thinking of the past.

“Wow, I’m terrified of getting pregnant. I’m already trying to figure out my safe times for next month when I can have sex,” Gabi was astonished at her calmness.

“That doesn’t sound very fun,” The freshly washed blonde eyed her new roommate.

Thinking to herself Cali ruminated on how she could get Gabi to loosen up some.

“Maybe not but if I want to be a C level executive by 40 I can’t be tied down with kids,” Gabi said.

Cali, “So what would have you done if things had played out different tonight and you had gotten a creampie?”

“I’m not sure and I don’t even want to think about it,” Gabi shook her head, trying not to let that thought linger.

Cali said, “I’m sure you will have a scare or two if you stick with this sorority, but we’re all here for you and I want you to enjoy yourself,” as she tried to reassure her friend.

“I know, but I’m still processing it all. It would just be easier if I don’t have a kid until my career is well underway,” Gabi said, thinking out loud.

“So I know you are not a virgin, but how much experience have you had before?” Cali steered the conversation to a new topic.

“I had a boyfriend in high school and we would have sex regularly, but he’s the only one I have been with before tonight. I take it you are quite experienced?”

“Yes I am. What I can say, I enjoy sex!” The blonde full of cum smiled.

Gabi laughed, and said, “It’s late, let’s get some sleep,”

“Okay, goodnight,” Cali said.

A grin pursed Gabi’s face as she went to bed, glad she did not get a creampie during rush week, but thinking that she has quite the adventure in front of her with lots of unknowns.

***

The next night Katy kicked off with, “Welcome back to the third night of rush week! I hope everyone enjoyed last night, but maybe not as much as Cali did.” Katy looks directly at Cali, “You didn’t happen to meet up with Evan and go a few more rounds last night did you Cali?”

Cali shook her head no.

Katy, “All kidding aside, I know why everyone is here and waiting for so let’s begin. We will start like we did the first night where I will announce the names of the two girls for tonight before the boys.” She paused for dramatic effect.

Katy continued, “The two girls for tonight will be Christina and Kayla. Could Christina and Kayla please come up to the stage?”

Both girls took their time and displayed deer in the headlight looks on their faces as they made their way up to the stage.

Once the girls had made their way up to the stage Katy announced to the two that, “It is time to remove all clothing!”

At this statement both girls froze. Although both knew this request was coming neither of them was looking forward to the fact they were now a part of the night’s entertainment.

After a minute Katy emphasized, “Both of you better get moving or else I’ll get the Delta boys to help and your clothing will be in shreds.”

With that statement both girls started to remove their clothing. Kayla with her black hair with blonde highlights tied into braided pigtails quickly removed her red sundress from her petite Southeast Asian body and kicked off her matching flats. This left Kayla wearing her matching white push bra and matching thong. She dropped the bra revealing her perky 32B breasts with small dark red nipples then she dropped her thong revealing a fully shaved pussy.

Christina moved a little slower than Kayla as she started removing her clothes by kicking off her flip flops, then pulling off her tight white t-shirt over her head with her black hair tied into a long ponytail to reveal a strapless blue bra. Then Christina pulled off and discarded her navy blue yoga pants that showed off her camel toe and in a moment of panic realized that she pulled off her thong with her pants leaving her in just her bra and black choker and she froze again. Christina stood frozen on stage displaying her hairless pussy on her drop dead gorgeous Hispanic frame.

Katy got tired of the slow pace for the night and announced, “We have two completely shaved pussies ready to be fucked tonight so I’ll just remove that last article of clothing from Christina and we can find out who the lucky boys will be for tonight.” With this statement Katy unclasped and removed Christina’s bra revealing her buxom 34B breasts with slightly darker areolas.

Nearly exasperated with her initiates Katy moved on, “Let’s find out which boys will be fucking our beautiful pledges tonight. Kayla since you undressed first you get to draw a name first.”

Kayla reached into the bowl with the names of the remaining Delta pledges and pulled out a name and announced ‘Tony’ with what looks like a smile with her cute dimples.

Tony worked his way up to the stage. He stood pretty average with his clothes still on and had black hair.

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I am heavy with child. My breasts are swollen with milk, my abdomen fully distended. I slump on the wicker chair feeling the baby prod my stomach. He lays his head in my lap. I ask if we can go upstairs – and fuck.

We find our way up the stairs to the pink bedroom: my wedding cake bed with its nest of soft cuddly toys, snow-white cot, rocking horse, the cradle bedecked in pink. As soon as I fell pregnant, I instinctively knew, my baby would be a girl.

We enjoy a perfect love, a love that’s all-consuming, unselfish, respectful. I’m happy at last: he’s all I want in a man: passionate, caring, and considerate. My eyes mist with tears.

I take his hand, wrap my fingers round his palm and hold him to my swollen belly. I’m enormous. The skin on my bulge is stretched. A brown line runs the full length of my belly from my protruding navel to the swathe of teak hair which sprouts profusely, hiding my folds. Proudly, I rub his fingers over the round of my belly so he can feel my baby, kicking inside me.

He beams with pride as he feels the baby reach for its father. Its tiny fists pummel the lining of my womb, wanting to touch the man who seeded me with all his sperm. I lightly stroke the hair on the back of his hand, seeking his intimacy.

Exhausted, I close my eyes, savouring the smell of his skin as he moves closer to me. I feel his lips kiss my eyes, the subtle brush of his mouth over kırklareli escort my pursed lips, his hot breath on my face, the tip of his tongue licks my neck.

I stir, feeling a delicious tingle inside my cunt, a glorious hardening of my clit I haven’t felt for months. His tongue leaves a line of saliva down my chest, licking the salt from the moist fjord that separates my heaving breasts.

I become aroused, pushing his hand inside my panties, guiding his fingers thru my matted hair, parting my folds, feeling my wet love-hole. I feel his leg slide up my thigh, alarmed by my daring, knowing how I might gratify myself thru his tender touch.

He thrills for me, brushing the shock of hair off my face, kissing me fully on the lips. I feel his eager tongue enter my wet mouth. His tip tickles the back of my throat. He rubs my splayed cunt. I gasp, I struggle to control the thrill of my arousal, I plead for him to strip for me.

I admire his muscular physique: his hairy chest as he unbuttons his shirt, his pert bum when he drops his pans, the rigid, turgid, rearing, huge cock that crows so proudly for me.

Wearing just my bra and briefs, I plead, dizzied by my rampant lust, ‘Think we should fuck on the bed, don’t you?’

Stretched with erect torsion, he hobbles to my tidy bed and settles at the centre, watching me expectantly afyon escort as I slip the bra straps off my shoulders, uncupping each breast, leaving my bra hanging loosely to tease him. I push one of my heavy breasts up to my mouth for him, tickling my complected nipple with the tip of my tongue, tasting my milk. I fight to contain myself, the taste of my colostrum goes to my head.

‘Suck my tits! Suck my tits!’ I plead.

I hold him to my breast and suckle him like my baby, ‘Like sucking my teats, don’t you? Let me be your cow.’

He sucks my udders as if he is my calf, draining my breasts of warm milk, satiating his lustful mammalian fetish.

I’m in control, ready for him to fuck me deeply: fuck my arse, fuck my cunt. I push him off my heavy breast, roll off the bed and let him watch me slip my hand in my pants.

‘God, you’re beautiful!’ he cries, waiting for my intimate reveal with bated breath.

I slip out of my briefs, my explicit act of reveal exposing the beauty of my twitching bulge, the impressive contour of my breasts, the divine arch of my back, my fleshy buttocks. By now, I’m breathless, panting for him.

A naughty expression creeps over my face, ‘like me to suck your cock?’

Flustering, flushing scarlet, he nods, ‘Yes.’

‘Lie back then.’

He lies back in awe of me as I clamber on top of amasya escort him sinking my belly comfortably on his chest as I lower my head and take the full length of his cock inside my warm mouth. I’m run down. Gently, he rubs my furuncle, the nasty boil festering on the cusp of my left buttock.

He caresses my fuck-hole, parting my soft flesh to expose my dark beige folds, then licked me in a coarse, probing way he never licked a girl before. I writhe and squirm. I swallow his cum then spit out his cock.

I roll onto my front, my belly sinking into the soft depth of the bed and plead for him to fuck my arse. He splays my fleshy buttocks. I groan as he slides his entire throbbing length, his slick, thick-girthed cock right up inside my arse, constipating me until I squirt piss out of my lubricious cunt.

‘Fuck my cunt!’ I cry.

‘Are you sure?’ he asks.

‘Want to be your bitch-on-heat, want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours, fuck my cunt!’

He pulls his cock out of my clenching arse, leaving my anal fuck hole deliciously raw and pink, running with cum.

‘Lie on your back, then.’

I do as I’m told, roll over and lie on my back, holding my legs wide open, splaying my labial folds for him, exposing my raw steak flesh, my erectile clit, my pulsing vagina — my love-hole!

He fucks me hard, fucks me deep, filling my cunt with semen.

I writhe and squirm in ecstasy. I cream my girlie jus all over his spurting cock oozing his ejaculate, I clench his cock with my strong birth muscle, then I force him out.

I’m pulsing jus, dripping creamy cum, my cunt pulses, I contract, I arch my body upwards, squirting my hot girlie jus all over his flaccid, dripping cock.

I feel my waters break…!

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C put the phone down and turned to Jenny, “That was Amy, the trustee who used to be a colleague of H’s and was Ffion’s bridesmaid at Halloween. She got a short project she’d like Ffion to work on as a consultant and she’d like Ffion to go back to our old home town to discuss it. It’s worth a respectable amount of money.”

“That seems reasonable. We could use the money for bits and pieces for the Experiment It could be Ffion’s gift.”

“How long would the project take?” asked Jenny.

“She says it’s about two weeks full time work or four weeks if Ffion’s here doing it part time along with her slave duties.”

“If Ffion went to stay with Amy for a fortnight we could get everything set up here for the Experiment and start as soon as Ffion gets back.”

“That’s a nice idea.” C continued, “She also a little apologetic. She doesn’t think she’s really contributed as a trustee and she thinks she should help Ffion on her journey in some way. She wants to pull her weight.”

“What did she have in mind?”

“She knows a gay couple who’ve been fantasising about ‘spit roasting’ someone”

“Do what?” exclaimed Jenny.

“Amy had to explain it to me too. One man enters Ffion’s mouth, the other man enters the other end…. Being kütahya escort gay they don’t fancy women so Ffion’s ambiguity is ideal for them”

“People have such great imagination when it comes to sex. Which reminds me….” said Jenny as she smiled at C.

“What have you imagined?” grinned C.

“I’ve imagined a sweet flavour, your sweet taste. I’m going to unwrap my sweetie and lick until I find your honey pot.”

C giggled and lead Jenny by the hand to the stairs. They found Ffion in their bedroom, making the bed and tidying up. C ordered her to help the two lovers to undress while they kissed each other. First Ffion removed C’s socks and Jenny’s tights. She stood back and waited as her owners took turns to kiss each other’s feet. Next Ffion was asked to take off Jenny’s skirt and C’s leggings then once more the participants kissed each other all over their legs up to the top of the others thighs. They stood together once more and paused their lovemaking while Ffion unbuttoned Jenny’s blouse and lifted C’s top off over her head. The two of them had dressed in comfortable everyday underwear rather than sexy confections of lace but they eyed each others bodies with aching desire.

C malatya escort turned briefly to Ffion and whispered, “Bra.”

Ffion unclipped Jenny’s beige moulded cup plunge bra then released C’s plain white t-shirt bra. Ffion discreetly folded the clothes neatly while the lovers caressed each others bodies. Kisses were showered, breasts were fondled, nipples were licked and sucked. Ffion waited; waiting is what slaves do.

“Kneel!”

Ffion dropped to her knees. Jenny stood in front of her.

“Pants!”

Ffion pulled the black cotton knickers down and Jenny stepped back presenting her rear to Ffion’s face.

“Kiss!”

Ffion kissed each buttock before Jenny’s place was taken by C. Ffion slipped the polka dot panties down C’s thighs and kissed each cute cheek. C leaned forward with hands on Jenny’s shoulders and spread her legs. She moved her bottom slightly until Ffion’s face aligned with the crease of her bum.

“Kiss me now and lick me!”

Ffion’s tongue ran down that cleft until C gave a little squeal of delight.

“Yes, there, that’s it!”

C leaned a little further forward and started licking Jenny’s nipples while the tip of Ffion’s tongue batman escort probed and pleasured that tight opening. Ffion felt a new humiliation as C enjoyed a novel sensual delight and revelled in another expression of her dominance over her ex, her slave.

Jenny instructed Ffion to turn back the bed, then the two lovers climbed on and climbed on each other, heading in opposite direction to form a perfect 69. Breathlessly C told Ffion to massage her and Jenny’s bodies while they lapped gently twixt each others thighs. Slowly and lovingly they excited each other, tenderly and unhurriedly, trembling and teasing, sipping and sighing, licking and lingering. Ffion served with sensuous strokes until C and Jenny’s bodies delved deep into a maelstrom of delight.

As they calmed they joined together in a caress, telling Ffion to tuck them into bed together then fetch them a cup of tea. When she returned Ffion found the woman she was still married to gazing into Jenny’s eyes, murmuring words of love. Ffion left the tea besides the bed and tried to tiptoe out of the room.

C turned to her, “Hey slave, do you remember how we used to make love together. Look how we’ve moved on.”

She laughed.

“I never had you down as an arse licker. It feels so good having you do that. How was it for you slave?”

To her shame, Ffion heard herself say the words, “Thank you Miss C for letting me serve you in that way.”

Ffion gently closed the door behind her and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and gargle in mouth wash and to ponder on the latest taboo she had crossed.

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This is the second part of an ongoing story, it will not make much sense if you don’t read the first one.

I really appreciated both the positive and negative feedback on the first part and I tried to improve based on it. Feel free to leave more down here: I read everything 🙂

The story is contains heavy cuckolding, humiliation, chastity and sph. It will also contain feminization and forced bi in the future. Be advised.

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Chapter 4

We spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking. So much kinky activity required some time together to make up for it. Neither of us had any intention to risk ending up in the middle of an organisation, so we ordered food in the room and talked about our feelings. We were both enjoying it quite a lot. The new-found dominant side of my partner was unexpected but very welcome. We both had just had the best orgasms of our lives, and we were excited to see what else the programme had in store for us, as I found out this was the only activity she had received specific instructions for. We found ourselves laughing and joking for hours before setting up a movie on TV and falling asleep while hugging.

The following day, I woke up at around 8 and was incredibly refreshed. We decided to get breakfast in bed and plan the day. I knew that today Jacob would have arrived and the real programme would have begun, so I tried my best to stay in the room as much as possible to get some normal time with my love. She seemed a little nervous as well. I knew that they had already chatted before, but she kept avoiding any kind of question about the extent of these conversations by saying that they just followed the guidelines provided by the website and just made sure to be compatible before meeting in real life. This thing was making me super jealous, but Rachel was very good at reassuring me that it was all about sexual chemistry and nothing and nobody could have ever replaced me as his partner. Jacob’s shadow followed me around all morning, despite my best attempts not to think about it.

We kept the same strategy as the day before, and we tried to avoid all the other people in the resort. The plan succeeded quite well for the morning. Rachel dressed up in another bikini, red this time, very similar to the first one. I, on the other hand, decided to try something else to make my chastity device less visible: the crotchless swimming trucks, this time paired with a long t-shirt that could have partially covered my exposed parts.

We went for a swim and enjoyed some sun in the same spot as the day before. We briefly met another couple, Jim, a 45-year-old businessman with a dad bod and, of course, a huge dick, and Sakura, a 20-year-old petite Japanese girl. Luckily, after learning about our current situation, they were not too interested in chit-chatting and left us to our morning. The meeting was surely less traumatic than the one the previous day. The experience with Matis gave me the strength to not pay too much attention to the questions or comments.

After that, we decided to head for lunch, but I noticed that Rachel was becoming more nervous. No question needed to be asked; I knew why.

We took a seat once again at the extreme corner of the restaurant. We could hear some unkown voices from the other side of the place, and we tried to lay low to avoid any attention.

When Rachel touched the button for ordering the food, the waiter informed us that, unfortunately, we would have to wait 10 minutes before getting it as someone would have joined our table.

My heart sank, and a mixture of fear and excitement grew in my body. I did not expect it to be so sudden. Rachel had the same reaction, and I saw her starting to touch her hair.

“Oh my, I just went swimming. Do you think I look hot, hubby?”

The question left me speechless. What was I supposed to say? That you are beautiful for another man?

I replied in a semiautomatic voice, too much used by years of relationship.

“Of course you look hot, honey!”

“Aaah, my face, it’s all over the place; I should have put the waterproof make-up on better.”

“I too think you are beautiful.”

From the same corner, the waiter had just disappeared, and the man who later completely changed my life appeared.

He was as described and more. He was tall, at least 1.90, with military-cut black hair, a strong jaw, and bright smiles. He was built like an athlete, nearly ripping out of the half-open white Lyne shirt, which was the only thing that he was wearing apart from his sunglasses. Between his bulky legs, an anaconda was wiggling at every step, probably the same measure as my fully hard cock. Moreover, something above everything else stood out, as Rachel had failed to mention it. The guy in front of me was black, which gave an interracial spin to my expectations that was truly unforseen.

“Jacob!! I am so happy to finally see you in artvin escort person!”

Rachel got up from the chair with the excitement of a high schooler seeing her crush and ran towards him. She almost jumped on him, trying to put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her from the lower back, and the two exchanged what could have been seen as a hug between long-time friends if it weren’t for Jacob’s naked monster rubbing against her leg.

I stayed seated, not willing to face my member to his, and actually sneakily tried to lower my t-shirt, hiding it better.

“And you must be, Jack. I am very pleased to meet you. Rachel told me so much about you that I couldn’t wait to finally meet the man behind this wonderful woman.”

“The pleasure is mine, Jacob. I was delighted to meet you. She told me a lot about you as well.”

“Oh, I hope not too much!”

Rachel and Jacob shared a complicit look and chuckled.

“Allow me to sit here; I would love to get to know everything about you guys.”

We were seated around the table, and he started asking all sorts of questions about us. How we met, what we did, and our lives in general. Despite the fact that I was sure he already knew all the answers, I happily answered all of his doubts. Jacob revealed himself to be a very charismatic, humble, and funny guy, genuinely interested in the conversation and always finding the occasion to make a very respectful joke. We ate together, and for a solid hour, I forgot who he was and why he was there.

“So, Jack, Rachel, I am having a lot of fun with you, but I think it is time for me to start to introduce you to the programme you signed up for. Is it okay?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

“So let’s start with the fact that I am a guest like you two; I am not getting paid by the resort. I, like Rachel, received some preparatory training on what to offer you in the coming 7 days. Luckily for you, having nearly 15 years of experience as a bull put me in the position of being able to offer you more, in terms of knowledge and understanding, than your average instructor. In the next week, I will teach you, Rachel, what it really means to be a hotwife and all the benefits that this lifestyle can offer, and I will teach you, Jack, the bliss of being a cuck and how this can have huge benefits for people like you. We will have daily activities together that will teach us more and more about the roles and responsibilities as well as the pleasures brought by a true cuckold relationship. After the week is over, you will both have a day completely to yourselves to discuss what you have learned and what you want. The following two weeks will depend on your desires during those 24 hours. I will often be very dominating, as per my nature, but we will set up together a safe word to be used at any time to stop any kind of action. Everything clear so far?”

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

“Great, so let’s keep knowing each other, but this time let’s talk about cuckolding. Rachel, why do you think Jack has an interest in this practice?”

“He told me yesterday because he wishes to see me receiving pleasure.”

“Good start, but I think there is more. Wanna add something, Jack?”

“Well, I think that’s it, actually.”

“If it were only that, toys should be enough, wouldn’t they? You brought her to a place called “Sizequeen Resort.”Do you like the fact that someone with a dick bigger than you brings pleasure to your girl, don’t you?”

“Mmmh, I don’t know… maybe.”

“It’s okay if you cannot admit it in front of me; you are at the beginning of your journey anyway. You see, this desire that you have is absolutely natural. At its core, the cuckolding lifestyle is very simple. A man is not able to satisfy the needs of his woman, which creates problems both in the sexual and emotional spheres of the relationship, so he looks for another man who can do so. The woman, of course, accepts that it is only natural to have your sexual needs satisfied, but she keeps the man close for the emotional bonding, which is way more important than the sexual one. In this kind of relationship, the two needs of the woman are split between her man, to which she grows closer as she solely focuses on the emotional side, and the bull, which can always be the same or changing. Now, Rachel, forget about the bull; where do you think the problem is in this kind of relationship if approached carelessly?”

“The woman is completely satisfied, but the man is not sexually satisfied.”

“Exactly! This is very dangerous, and it is the number one cause of the failure of the cuckolding relationship. This introduction is specifically designed to teach you how to fix that. It will be my main duty, Jack, to teach you how to get pleasure from giving pleasure, for every cuck is a little different, but all of them, once they find the right balance, see incredible benefits from all sides of their lives. By trusting me, I promise to make you reach a new level of happiness. aydın escort Do you trust me?”

“I mean, everything that you said actually makes sense. You surely know what you are talking about. Only one question: How do you keep your emotional life balanced?”

“Me? Oh, I got married young, at 18, with the love of my life, Alicia. She is absolutely supportive of what I do. We ourselves have an open relationship. The key is completely separating love from lust.”

“I see, I see.”

“One thing is understanding, and one thing is assorbing this concept. If you could lead me to your bungalow, I think we can start with your first activity.”

He got up, and Rachel followed suit, visibly excited. I reluctantly stood up, fearful of Jacob’s reaction to my caged member, but to my surprise, he paid no attention to it and started chitchatting nonchalantly with my girl, who was leading the way.

I was immediately left behind, and I walked behind them for the entirety of the very short, but humiliating, walk home.

“Now, please, Jack, get naked and remove your chastity device.”

I removed my shirt as Rachel removed the lock Once out, my cock got immediately pathetically erected. We were now both standing in the middle of our room, completely naked. It was now apparent that his size soft was nearly the same as mine hard.

“The first exercise is about acceptance. The main reason why the cuck subconsciously suffers is because he cannot accept his role in the couple, despite the incredible benefits that would come from it. The process of acceptance is long and requires constant training. Today, I would like to give you a taste of it and how, even for that, pleasure could come. Jack, why do you think your dick is hard right now?”

“I…I…I…”

“Because you want to compete with me. You get hard, ready to show your girl who fucks better. This process is, I am afraid, absolutely delusional. Rachel, please sit on the bed, and Jack, please face her with me. Without considering any experience in bed, by pure gut sense, which cock do you think could provide you more pleasure? Please point at it.”

I looked at Rachel; she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, but it was clear that she was incredibly wet. Ever since Jacob showed up, she had kept checking out his dick; even on the island of big cocks, he had the biggest one. She looked at me in the eyes, and I smiled back. Everybody could have known the answer; there was no point in lying.

She slowly raised the finger. The answer was predictable. Ouch.

“And why is that?”

“Because it is bigger…”

“Now, after considering everything else, consider what I have told you about myself and what you know about your husband. Who do you think would fuck you better?”

Once again, the finger was laid on Jacob.

“What do you think, Jack? Do you also think I could fuck your woman better than you?”

A wave of excitement went through my body; my cock was now rock hard and leaking. My mind was becoming foggy from the horniness.

“Y-yes Jacob.”

“I also think that. Do you feel the pleasure building inside you? I see you are loving it. This is the sexual pleasure you will learn to ride–the pleasure of knowing your place. Now that you are clearly receiving pleasure, don’t you think we should do the same?”

I gulped. I looked at Rachel, and I saw how needy she was. Her pussyc was soaking wet, and her eyes were begging me for it. I understood, for the first time, what he meant.

“Yes, you are right.”

“Now comes the more personal part of the lifestyle. Rachel, come here, please.”

“Yes daddy.”

She replied immediately, almost running on her knees in front of him.

“Jack, do you want your wife to receive pleasure?”

“Yes Jacob.”

“Do you want me to give it to her?”

I looked at Rachel; her eyes were fixated on his cock, now centimetres away from her face, still soft. She was almost salivating. How could I even dream of denying this to her?

“Yes Jacob.”

“Please call me teacher from now on, as from this moment on, you both truly accept me in this role. You can start.”

Without waiting a second, Rachel started licking the cock vigorously. She stroked it slowly with one hand as I saw it grow with my own eyes. The view was out of my wildest dreams, and the love of my life was sucking a BBC right in front of my eyes. The cock kept growing and growing; it was already 18 cm when she started sucking his balls while stroking the shaft with both hands. Our teacher was watching, amused, and keeping eye contact with her.

Soon it reached its full size, a monstruos of 22 cm, and at this point, Rachel abandoned his balls and allowed him to lay the entirety of the shaft on her face.

“Look, babe, how big it is.”

“You know it has another couple of cm to spare.”

He cut me off. Hearing that information, she started sucking passionately on the head. The cock was long but balıkesir escort slim enough for her to take the full size. I knew my girl; she loved challenges, and for this reason, it was almost natural for me to see her trying to take all of it. She kept sucking at an increasing pace, one hand stroking the bottom of the shaft while the other was massaging his balls. Every time she tried to go a little deeper, but soon after half way, she started gagging. She had already found her limits. Seeing this spectacle straight out of a porn movie, I slowly started jerking off. After only two slow strokes, I realised that I had to be careful; my dick was so sensitive that I could have cummed in a matter of seconds.

“Get on your fours, bitch.”

She immediately obeyed, jumped on the lower end of the bed, moved her bikini, and revealed her dripping wet pussy. Honestly, I had never seen her so wet before. Jacob got closer and started rubbing the head of his cock against what used to be only mine. That was too much. I started jerking my cock. One pump was enough to send me over the edge. I groaned in pleasure as a wave of new pleasure filled my body. My orgasm was long and intense; it seemed infinite, but the post-nut clarity hit hard.

In front of me, the love of my life was moaning in pleasure as a stranger had just inserted the head of his huge dick inside her.

“I… am starting to have second thoughts.”

“mmmmh…Why?”

Now Jacob had stopped and was looking straight at me without saying a word. Rachel, on the other hand, had her face on the pillow and was slowly grinding on his cock.

“I just…”

“Mmmh, babe, what are you talking about?”

She was going deeper and deeper.

“I don’t know if…”

“Ba..be..mmh..aaah..don’t be silly now..aaaah.”

The safe word–fuck, we never decided on a safe word. I looked at Jacob; a huge smile was covering his face. He was clearly enjoying every second of this.

The sense of humiliation and excitement started flowing back.

“I… uh… nevermind, sorry.”

Rachel was now past halfway on his dick, her moaning getting louder and louder, her pussy juices already wetting the bed.

“Should I fuck your woman?”

…

“Should I give Rachel the dick she deserves?”

“…Yes teacher.”

“That’s more about it, cuck.”

As the words exited his mouth, he very slowly started trusting inside the love of my life, his dick. Her moans were getting louder and louder. My dick was already stiff and asking for a second round.

After no more than 10 seconds of low trust, the moans became screams. After another 10 and a couple of cm of dick more, she had already cum.

Jacob looked at me and showed me one finger.

“OH MY… SO GOOD”

Jacob started moving again.

“Aaah…AAH… aaah”

He was now three-quarters in.

“Now watch. And you better not touch your pathetic excuse of a dick before I am done.”

The scene that followed was wild. He started fucking her with increasing intensity. Slapping her beautiful ass every couple of thrusts. She was having an ethereal experience; she couldn’t stop moaning, and every couple of minutes she was having an orgasm. I was standing to the side, powerless, watching a spectacle out of this world, my dick as hard as a rock. He must have known that she could not take so much of that intense sex, because after just a couple of minutes, he gave her two full-length pumps, almost giving her the full size, and exited her pussy, leaving her with a gaping hole, shacky legs, and a mess on the bed.

He then looked at me.

“She has already cummed six times; take this as a test drive and consider lesson one over. I hope it was good enough for you to understand your role. Tomorrow we will explore together how a cuck can find pleasure in the sexual act as well as the basics of well-manners in a three-way relationship. The way you behaved today was absolutely out of line, but no worries; it was to be expected, and tomorrow we will start fixing that. See you for breakfast!”

And without saying another word, he grabbed his stuff and, with a bright smile, exited the room.

Rachel slept peacefully for the rest of the afternoon, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. The scene was so erotic; her face and the voice of absolute pleasure that she made when I asked to stop were images that couldn’t leave my head. I spent the following hours reviving the scenes again and again in my head. My cock was rock hard, but I didn’t jerk off. Deep down, I wanted to reclaim her for myself.

She woke up nearly at 6, still tired from the rollercoaster of emotions.

“Mmmh…Oh baby, I am so sorry I fell asleep.”

She said, yawning.

“Don’t worry, I saw how tired you were.”

“Did Jacob go away?”

“Over 3 hours ago.”

“Oh wow, I slept a lot.”

“You fell asleep right as he was over.”

“…Oh right.”

Her face turned red as the realisation of what had happened hit her. At the same time, I could see from how she was moving her legs that she was starting to get horny again.

“Should we talk about this?”

“Yep, it was intense.”

She got seated and looked at me with sleepy eyes. When she saw me leaking, her face woke up immediately.

“Oh my… you didn’t cum, didn’t you?”

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Janey hadn’t wanted to work late, but here she was at 9:30 hitting the button for the elevator of the high-rise where she and her ten-month old daughter lived. Her mother was with the baby while Janey was at work, but she wouldn’t be happy with her late arrival either. Fortunately, Janey had pumped bottles of her milk for little Carli, so she was happy.

Dino had actually gotten off early tonight. He was a bartender at a local hot-spot, but it was a slow night and he took the opportunity to cut out and get some extra sleep. He saw the elevator of his building with its door open and he quickly dashed to get inside before they closed. He looked up to see a woman pushing the button for her floor, the sixth.

“Nine please,” Dino said.

Janey hadn’t seen Dino pop into the old elevator and was startled when she heard his voice. She pushed the button marked nine. The doors slowly creaked closed. There were the three familiar thumps as some unseen motor was coaxed into operation. The elevator jerked upward and then began to ascend more smoothly. Residents in the high-rise were used to the ancient elevator and its temperamental nature.

Dino had never seen Janey before, working at night as he did. He was conscious of his six foot frame and athletic build and didn’t want to intimidate the single woman. He leaned on the wall away from her as he gave her a quick glance. Dino was single too and he appreciated the shapely woman in her business attire.

“Thanks. Do you think this old thing can make it up to nine? It sounds worse than ever,” he offered.

Janey looked at Dino and smiled. She hadn’t exactly been ‘on the market’ since Carli was born. Seeing a handsome man gave Janey a feeling she hadn’t had in a while.

“Shhh, it will hear you and…” Janey began, interrupted by a loud grinding sound as the elevator froze.

“Uh, oh,” Dino said, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Have you ever been stuck in this thing before?” Janey asked as the overhead light dimmed a little.

“Oh yes. I’ll call the guy. He just resets the electrical thing. Shouldn’t take a minute,” Dino offered.

He picked up the emergency phone and heard it ringing. But instead of ‘the guy’ picking up, the call went to voicemail.

“Hey, the elevator at 3600 Beach Drive has konked out. There are two people in here who want out,” Dino said, then hung up the phone.

“I’m Dino. He’s probably on a break or something. Let’s give him a few bayburt escort minutes.”

“Hi, Dino. I’m Janey. I have a cellphone, maybe I should just call 911?”

“Well, that would work, but they might charge you for a fire department response,” Dino said pointing to a hand-written notice taped to the wall.

Janey read the notice and said, “Yeah, for $750, I’ll wait for a while.”

The two sat down on opposite sides of the small space. It was warm. Janey shrugged off her coat and used it as a pillow. She tried to get comfortable, but Janey was overdue for feeding Carli. She expected to be home by now and so she hadn’t pumped her milk into bottles at lunchtime. Her breasts felt heavy and tight.

Dino tried not to stare at his fellow stranded passenger, but in the light he could she that Janey was just his type, buxom and curvy. Her silk blouse draped over the generous curves of her breasts. Through the shiny material, Dino could see the formidable bra beneath. Janey shifted trying to get comfortable.

“Are you alright?” Dino asked.

“How long do you think we’ll be in here?” Janey asked.

“If the guy calls us back, maybe an hour. If we call 911, about the same,” Dino said with a shrug.

Janey thought about the ache she was feeling from her breasts, heavy with her milk. Could she stand another hour of this? And Janey caught Dino as he gave the ‘once-over’. He liked what he saw, she could tell.

As she sat on her coat trying to find a position that would provide some comfort, Janey felt an ache lower, in her pussy. Janey was thinking about all the nights she had fed Carli in her apartment in the rocking chair. Feeling the baby’s hungry mouth sucking at Janey’s large, dark nipples brought such relief to her. And more than that, it sent an electric signal from her nipple to her clitoris. So many times she would rub herself as she fed little Carli. Her fingers rubbing the hood of her clit and slipping inside feeling the wetness of her pussy. Sometimes she would climax while Carli still fed. Other times she would put the baby down to sleep and then enjoy some private time giving herself orgasms that shook her body for minutes.

“Did you say something? Are you alright, Janey?”

Janey had moaned audibly without thinking. She felt a compulsion come over her.

“Dino, I have a baby in my apartment. She’s fine. My mom’s with her. But I breastfeed bartın escort her and I’m way overdue to feed her,” Janey blurted out.

“Is she gonna be ok?” Dino asked.

“Yes, she’s got milk in bottles that I pumped yesterday,” Janey said with a small laugh.

“And you don’t have your pump?”

“I’m afraid not,” Janey sighed.

“And so what can I do?” Dino asked quietly.

The words hung in the air. Janey reached down and unbuttoned the blue silk blouse. Dino stared in awe at the big, white nursing bra that she exposed. He watched Janey’s fingers undo the left cup and she lifted her huge, milk-filled breast offering it to Dino. The large, thick, dark nipple had a drop of thin, white milk dangling from it.

Dino’s mouth began to water. He floated across the small space and curled around the seated woman, his head in her lap. He engulfed the big nipple and the dark surrounding aureole in his mouth and began to suckle. Janey now moaned as she felt her milk beginning to flow into the man’s mouth. Dino sucked and swallowed the sweet milk. He felt the big, warm breast against his face and the hard nipple filling his mouth and his hips began to thrust instinctively.

Janey felt the pressure in her breast lessen but she continued to massage and work the fleshy orb to move the milk down toward the nipple. She also felt a deep warmth and pulsing in her pussy. She was so wet. She rubbed her thighs together trying to stimulate her clit. Janey looked down at Dino, sucking at her breast and she reached down between his legs to feel a rock-hard erection tenting out his pants.

Dino was in another world as the sweetness of Janey’s sweet mother’s milk filled his mouth and the feeling of her hand freeing his rampant cock made his passion rise. He reached for Janey’s other breast and undid the flap to expose her other big, dark nipple, this one leaking sweet mother’s milk soaking the pad inside the bra’s cup and the cup itself. Dino’s hands now massaged both of Janey’s big breasts and his mouth hungrily worked on draining them both of their sweet, liquid cargo.

Janey was breathing heavily and moaning as she felt what she had needed for so long, a man enjoying her body. Especially now that she was so in need of the touch of another and his hungry mouth was rapidly relieving the ache that started in all. Dino shifted to one side to reach under Janey’s skirt. He slipped ığdır escort the crotch of her panties so the side and his finger slipped into her soaking wet cunthole. Her hungry cunt swallowed two fingers easily. Janey felt the wave of her huge orgasm cresting. Dino’s thumb rubbed across the hood of her stiff, little clit and Janey lost all control. Her mind spun. She felt a hungry mouth at her nipples and strong hands kneading her big breasts. She felt a thick hard cock in her hands and she jacked it, feeling the slippery pre-cum dripping down from Dino’s cockhead. Janey’s whole body jerked and spasmed. Her hands tightened their hold on Dino’s straining cock. Janey moaned and cried and babbled as her body convulsed again and again. It was an avalanche of pleasure and she never wanted it to end.

A loud, clanging erupted suddenly and the couple froze. It was the emergency phone. Dino reached up for it and heard ‘the guy’ say the elevator would be moving in fifteen minutes. He hung up the phone and looked at Janey. She was half passed-out leaning against her coat in the corner with Dino’s sizable cock still in her warm hands.

“Sounds like I should get to work then,” Janey purred.

She moved down to size up the cock she had been stroking and smiled as she pushed the cockhead against her lips. She lovingly took his penis into her mouth as far as it would go, right down to his balls. Janey felt her throat bulge and she twisted her head and pumped it up and down slowly. Her hand cupped Dino’s heavy balls and the wetness from her warm mouth dripped down onto them.

Dino was still in awe of the huge chain-orgasm he had felt Janey enjoy as he felt her mouth and throat take his achingly hard cock down to the base. He felt her hands cup his balls and massage them just hard enough. He could already feel his massive load building to a climax. Janey’s mouth was so warm and so wet and she sucked his cock so aggressively as if she wanted him to feed her his seed like she had fed him her milk.

Dino began to instinctively pump his hips as if he was pistoning his cock in a willing pussy. He felt his balls tighten and Janey’s hand squeeze them. And as Dino exploded like never before he felt the tip of Janey’s finger push inside his tight, virgin asshole. Dino made a sound like he had been shocked. His body shook and quivered. He held Janey’s head in place as he pumped his cumwad straight down her throat. She gagged and choked a little but did not pull away. She wanted all of this.

The two had barely separated when rumbling sounds from the elevator told them to pull themselves together. Before long, the door opened and Janey got out, but not before they exchanged phone numbers. Heading up the last three floors alone, Dino couldn’t believe what had happened. He wanted more.

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The Reader

JEFF D BUCHANAN

Copyright © 2021 Jeff D Buchanan

All rights reserved

The Reader

After much time and work, insecurity and uncertainty, Elery Shore had finally begun to attain some success with her career as a freelance copy-editor and reading aide. Her website encouraged people of all ages to partake of her gifts as a linguistics major and a lover of literature. She held a deep passion for the tantalizing rhythm of words authors strung together in their beautifully fluid telling of stories. Ever since she was a young girl, Elery loved books, spending countless hours alone poring over the pages and escaping into the wonderful landscapes of her–and the author’s–imagination. Adding to the equation that bolstered her reader-for-hire offerings was the fact that she possessed a pleasantly mature, feminine voice that imbued her reading with a kind of verbal honey.

To date, Elery’s growing client pool of people requiring a reader had been predominantly that of parents interested in getting their children into better schools by hoping to push their offspring towards an appreciation for the written word. She often attempted to curb parent’s ambitions, explaining that any progress came down to an individual’s genuine interest in books, which unfortunately, they would have to arrive at on their own.

Over the past months Elery had been receiving calls from people who subsequently hired her to read to their aging and ailing, often bed-ridden parents. She enjoyed the time spent in various homes and care facilities, sitting alongside a bed where–often prone and somewhat despondent–rested an elderly man or woman who looked out at her from life-withered faces as they listened to her eloquent voice carefully unravel the stories. Some drifted off to sleep, others fell into catatonic states. Most, however, defied their physical deteriorations with a sparkling lucidity in their eyes as they listened, enraptured, like an infant marveling at all around it. Elery would sit, turning the pages, reading, her soft voice respectfully cradling each and every word, transforming them into an aural elixir that lingered in the air like a tantalizing morning haze.

One day Elery received an inquiry from an older man desiring to hire a reader. She traded two e-mails and then a phone call with the prospective client. The man at the other end of the line introduced himself. His voice, though aged, had a youthful resonance that left Elery believing he was most likely inquiring about her services for one of his parents. Agreements arrived at and address exchanged, a date was set for a formal, face-to-face introduction. Elery penciled it into her calendar for the following Monday.

The day of the meeting with the prospective new client Elery paid special attention to her appearance in order to make the best impression–not that she wasn’t always immaculate and well groomed. She chose a somewhat conservative dress and modest heels. After a final look at herself in the mirror she then headed off to catch the B train to the south side of town.

Experienced with this routine of meeting new clients, Elery wasn’t the least bit nervous, listening to the shriek and scrape of the subway train’s wheels against the iron tracks as it raced through the darkened underground. Elery always used any free time to read, as she was doing now, her second time through Cormac McCarthy’s All The Pretty Horses.

Books had always been a pleasant escape for her, a place to while away the hours, escaping into fantasies and other places. They were her friends, the various fictional characters often holding more realism and truisms than those of actual flesh and blood. The books had sheltered her broken heart on several occasions, as they were presently–her last relationship having suffered the calamities that so often prey upon love. A confusing squabble, a heated exchange, and, poof! Another man she had dared to love had vanished, leaving behind no physical proof that he had ever existed. Like a ghost known only to her, with the once lovely memories fading into sad obscurity.

The tiresome routines of romance brought a beleaguered and sour reality that the books never plagued her with. For the time being, Elery was happy to be unattached, un-tethered to a man, finding her own sensual escapes in the imagined stories of others, with the frequent retreat into self-satisfaction so many lovelorn people resort to.

After twenty minutes on the subway and one train change, Elery emerged from the underground into the warmth of the day, got her bearings, and headed off into the tangle of residential streets. A few minutes later she arrived at an elegant three-story red brick home on a tree-lined avenue that looked to have been built at the front end of the 20th century. A manicured lawn bordered a cement pathway that led to the porch. Ascending the steps Elery felt the palpable air of history that hung about the home. She then stepped into the shade of the porch and rang the doorbell, listening to the cascade of metal bell sounds resonate kastamonu escort the house on the other side of the ornate front door.

A moment later the door was opened to an older man dressed in beige khakis and a blue dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His hair was short and full, brilliantly gray and combed straight back. He looked to be in his mid-seventies, but it was hard to tell. He stood eye-to-eye in height to Elery and despite a slight bend of years had relatively good posture and a slim physique. A pleasant, friendly smile accentuated his handsome, sun-weathered and deeply lined face. When he extended his hand to shake hers she took note of the Rolex watch adorning his right arm. A ‘lefty,’ she thought to herself.

“Ms. Shore?” he inquired, his voice laced with an appealing aspect of aged masculinity.

To which Elery simply responded, “Yes.”

“Pleasure,” the man said, holding his gaze on her a moment too long, pleasantly surprised with her attractive appearance. “Come in.”

Elery found herself being led through the spacious old home, past the grand staircase that circled up to the second and then the third floors, a massive wood banister curving with it. The home was tastefully decorated and held what appeared to be a good number of rare antiques. The only sound aside from their footsteps against the hardwood floor was that of a large, ornate grandfather clock chiming out the exact hour of her agreed upon arrival.

“You’re punctual,” the man offered as he led her down the hall, “I like that.”

A moment later Elery was sitting across from the man in a small study, the walls tiered with cherry hardwood shelves that held hundreds of books, many of them first editions. A massive mahogany desk dominated the room. Heavy drapes were opened to reveal a large window, the view of the backyard softened through sheer curtains. An over-sized globe was illumed from within. There was a well-worn leather reading chair paired with a brass reading lamp and small table just large enough to hold a good-sized novel and a Brandy.

Elery sat on the leather couch opposite, hands clasped together demurely in her lap, fingers racing the thin strap of her purse. She assumed this was the initial interview and that she would then be led upstairs to be introduced to an ailing father or mother in a large poster bed, where she would draw a comfortable chair alongside and set to reading a book to a person who may, or may not even know that she was there.

“Ms. Shore,” the man spoke, “I did due diligence, your resume is impressive and your references impeccable. If we decide to enter into an arrangement I would like to secure your services three times a week. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Two hours per day, preferably mid-day. And for that I will pay you the stated rate on your website. Which I believe is twenty dollars per hour.”

“I would have to charge for travel time, given the distance,” Elery countered. “So that would add perhaps another hour per visit.”

“Not a problem.”

“Well, what can I answer for you, or tell you about myself?” Elery said, breaking the ice toward the interview.

“There’s nothing I need to know. You simply need to read.”

“To whom will I be reading?” Elery asked.

“Me,” the man came back.

“Oh, I thought perhaps a family member.”

“I’ve no family. It is only me now,” he said, placing his elbow on the arm of the chair and settling his chin onto his knuckles, studying her intensely.

“Oh, all right,” Elery responded, adjusting her preconceptions.

After a moment of quiet deliberation the man took from his desk an old volume of White Jacket by Herman Melville. He handed her the novel, which she handled with care, believing it to be quite old. When she opened it the lovely smell of old paper wafted up into her nostrils.

“One thing you need to know, before we go any further,” the man said as he studied her. “I would like you to be completely naked when you read to me.”

Elery couldn’t hide her surprise. She sat, holding the novel in her hands, digesting what the man, a virtual stranger, had just said.

“If that offends you, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, I understand. I will gladly pay you your full rate for the day and we will say goodbye.” He watched her for a moment, waiting for a response.

Elery’s eyes combed the room. She was uneasy, looking for something to fix on.

“I’ve made you uncomfortable,” the man proffered.

Her initial thought was to politely thank him and bid him farewell then and there. Then make for the front door and escape into the sunlight and be gone from the house that smelled of another era. But his soft voice and sincere and polite disposition put her at ease. He made no move to explain himself, no attempt to excuse his request. He simply sat there studying her with the wisdom of someone who has lived a long time. As she sat there, mulling it over, the idea took vague hold.

“Well,” Elery managed, fingers now kneading the strap of her purse, “that’s certainly a first for kayseri escort me… or rather… would be a first for me.”

“Have you a boyfriend?” the man asked.

The question elicited a flurry of images of the man Elery believed to be the one who had subsequently vanished. “No,” she answered, with a delicate and somewhat sentimental dismay.

Her answer seemed to exonerate them both from any concerns of encroachment or disloyalty on an existing relationship with regard to his request.

“I’m not asking for sex, or any type of copulation,” the man offered. “I just would like for you to be nude when you read to me.”

Elery sat quietly, assembling the elements before her. This man, of a certain age that certainly had seen a rich string of life experiences–and no doubt many dalliances with women–still carrying a handsomeness and vitality, yet perhaps no longer capable, or interested, in chasing after the often difficult ritual of finding a mate, was now perhaps content–and obviously quite able in terms of resources–to explore his fetish on his own, unapologetic terms. She thought of her own escape into books that so gratified her wants, sans the troubles of relationships, and surmised she had merely met another bewildered soul who had found similar satisfaction in the uncomplicated and physically un-hurtful realms of the written word.

The man’s provocative request was certainly softened by his cultured demeanor and social status. A man on the street, in vulgar approach with the same request would warrant a slap to the face. But sitting there, eyes locked firmly, knowing that the future of their liaison rest fully with her, his demeanor took on a kind of attractive vulnerability. He had no doubt been here before, proffering this same arrangement to other young women, most likely suffering being scolded and rebuffed, as well, perhaps, enjoying the indulgences and fancies of adventurous young girls willing to partake. She wondered about his history. Was this a new fetish? Perhaps arriving with age and the onset of incapacity that often arises with males against the passing of years.

The man was experienced enough to sense Elery’s tension easing, her shoulders relaxing as her body settled back into the couch. He chose this moment to launch into a very succinct explanation as to how he would like to be read to. For the next five minutes Elery listened as the man explained she was to be naked, her hair up with just the right amount of loose strands framing her face. She was to wear reading glasses. If she didn’t need them or have them, he would procure a pair for her. When she informed him that she wore glasses to read he was pleased, and asked to see them. Elery withdrew the glass case from her purse and showed them to him. They were gold, thin wire rims with small oval lens. He nodded approvingly. With each reveal of his concise desires, Elery was getting more comfortable with the idea. As with sex, the more one gets comfortable with a partner, the more acceptable even the most outrageous of suggestions.

Given that this was their first meeting and she could not have known, he informed her that on subsequent visits she was to wear tall black heels. He was quite specific about the color and style. Other than the glasses and heels she was to be completely naked, save for the book, held just so. The only other item she would be allowed to wear–which he seemed to accept upon sight of it–was the dainty gold watch with its petite black strap that adorned her left wrist.

At the end of his instructions the man looked at her, his face in earnest, tacitly asking if she were interested. The man once again assured her that he had no interest in intercourse or any of the wonderful copulations that exist between a man and a woman. He simply wanted to look at her naked body as she read to him.

Elery was mulling over the request, her tongue between her teeth in uncertain, but intrigued hesitation. The proposition was free of any conflicts of conscience and Elery, having been without any sort of human interaction with regard to the sensual these past months, warmed to the idea. Fingers absently twisting the thin strap of her purse, she asked, “Where is the bathroom?”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” The man asked.

“No, I need to get undressed,” Elery found her mouth speaking for her.

There was that luxuriant relaxing of tension when consent has been pleasantly arrived at between two people, which introduced an equal barrage of emotions inherent in the anticipation of a new encounter. Though obviously well versed in this private escapade for him, this would be a new and unique venture for Elery.

“I want you to undress here, in front of me.” The words came with such calm confidence that Elery found herself relaxing further into the intrigue. She trusted in the man’s self-assured tone. Their age difference presented a long lost feeling from her youth when she had felt so completely safe in the presence or embrace of an older person, long before such actions threatened to undo innocence with any vulgar kıbrıs escort implications. Merely pure, unfettered trust.

The two sat, facing each other. Elery stood and set her purse down to free her hands in order to disrobe.

“Wait, one moment.”

The man stiffly rose from the plush leather chair and crossed to the large window that looked out onto the backyard. He partially drew the drapes so that a narrow slash of light split the study. He then disappeared into the other room where the scrape of chair legs against the hardwood floor was heard. He appeared a second later carrying a simple, darkly lacquered antique bentwood parlor chair with a swirling round back. It had a cushion of soft, crushed red velvet for the seat.

He strategically placed the chair at the center of the room where the light would catch it just so, and settled into the leather reading chair, hands clasped before him, like that of an expectant patron settling in for a show.

His eyes stayed fixed on her. His attention to her every breath, her every movement, however subtle, roused a strange feeling of exhibitionism in Elery to appease his voyeurism. A rush of blood went to her pelvis, the familiar sensation like that which precipitates sex. But he had assured her, there would be no sex. So she felt safe and unpressured.

She began with her hair, reaching her arms up to draw the thick brown strands together and fix them at the back of her head. Then, to satisfy his request, she carefully drew loose strands on either side of her face and let them hang in a gentle framing. She looked at him. His approving eyes ushered her along in her undressing. Elery rose from the couch and reached around to unzip her dress. She carefully removed it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing her firm body and flat stomach, daintily stepping out of the discarded dress. She then unfastened the clasp of her lace bra and let that fall away to reveal her small, but well-formed breasts.

There was something oddly easy about the actions of undressing before the stranger. Perhaps it was his obvious appreciation for her youthful form. His eyes sumptuously drank her in with an appreciation she’d not experienced with the younger men she’d slept with. Elery found herself profoundly enjoying the older man’s admiration for her youthful curves and smooth skin. Her nipples were erect, she thought perhaps the resulting chill of suddenly finding herself naked. But there was no doubt some titillation seeping into her being from this strangely exciting act.

Elery then ran her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and slowly sashayed out of them, sliding them down over her thighs, revealing her neatly tended pubic area, a tastefully trimmed v-shape of preciously soft black hair. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of the satin bunch, then bent to retrieve and laid them across her other clothing.

When she was done she stood before him, naked, arms crossed, her breasts alighting upon her forearms. Her face seemed to ask of him, ‘what now?’

The man took a long, slow inventory of her, his gaze beginning at her soft face, traversing her neck, then took in her breasts, admiring the flat stomach, lingering on her perfectly trimmed garden of pubic hair, the lips of her vagina just visible. His eyes then drifted over her thighs, across the knees, down the slender and defined calves, coming to rest on her dainty ankles in the modest heels.

Elery felt as though he had fully absorbed her nakedness like no other man before. A sensation of trepidation, yet curious eagerness coursed through her. The nervousness she felt was unabashedly ascribed to arousal. She had never felt so joyfully and completely naked before a man–certainly not a man of his years. She wondered how many women the man had had in his life.

With a graceful sweep of his arm he indicated the bentwood chair positioned strategically to catch the sunlight, diffused through the sheer curtain.

Elery settled onto the parlor chair with a slight creaking of wood. The dull glare from the window was gracing her with a tasteful modeling of light, falling over her body, the accompanying shadows accentuating the curves of her hips and breasts, the definition of her long legs, the lines of her cheekbones.

The man then picked up her purse and retrieved her reading glasses, handing them to her. She opened the ears and drew them on. He then picked up the heavy tome of Melville and handed it over to her.

“One last thing,” he said, his voice unaffected by any sense of self-consciousness or hesitation. “Cross your legs.”

Elery did as she was told, lifting her left leg up and hooking it over the other.

“The other way around,” he said.

Elery obliged the request, unhooking her left leg and settling the heel to the hardwood floor, then lifting the right leg over the other. His placid face held a mystical expression of contentment. For a fleeting moment Elery considered that she had only just laid eyes on this man not but twenty minutes ago. And now here she was, completely naked before him. She thought to herself that some seven billion people were presently on Earth, and here they were, the two sole participants in this secret little endeavor. She was to be an accomplice to his personal desire, entrusted with this private fetish. Elery was now engaged in a mutually titillating and non-physical tryst.

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(This story is a work of fiction and contains elements that many people do not enjoy, such as small penis humiliation, cheating spouse, paying for sex, and various other fetishes and oddities. If that doesn’t appeal to you, you may want to skip this story. This is also part of a series and may not make much sense by itself.)

Continued from the last chapter:

“I have an idea,” April smiled, “But we’re going to need some help.”

“What do you have in mind?” Elizabeth asked.

“Well, what if I did a series of other drawings showing men with small penises? If I could get a couple of well-hung volunteers to allow me to make some artistic changes maybe we could just convince people that Todd’s picture has also been short-changed?” April giggled at her pun.

“But what about the video?” I squeaked.

“Oh honey,” Eli snorted, “The only video we sent in was focussed on the easel and showing the time. The school didn’t require a live model, April and I just did all that to tease you.”

“But… to make it convincing we should probably do it like that for the other guys. It wouldn’t take long, we could get it done in one day.” April responded.

“But who would be willing to let you do that? I mean what man would willing let you display realistic art of them knowing you’re going to make their dicks look so tiny.” Elizabeth asked, displaying a greater level of comfort with talking about sexual matters and inadvertently teasing me.

“We may have to get creative with incentives, but I am pretty certain we can get two or three subjects, and if we can’t get them with honey… maybe we can use some blackmail.” April looked over at me, “Do you keep the videos?”

“What videos?” My wife sneered.

“I’ve got cameras in the shed, on our side and April’s,” I confessed and told April that I have the videos.

“Alright, I may need some copies, I need one of Jason, Keith, and Pete.”

“Keith? Which one is he?” I asked.

“You haven’t met him? He came over last Thursday… let me check my phone. Yep, here it is, he got there at like 8:30 pm. Look for the guy with a big black cock.” She smiled.

“Oh my!” Elizabeth snorted, “maybe we could take a look at these videos together.”

“And you think they’ll do it?” I asked.

“I think they don’t want their wives to know they’ve been paying for blow jobs. I’ll go set up some meetings, you guys find the videos.” April ran the play and headed out leaving Eli and me to sort through the videos.

“It sounds like we’ve got a lot to talk about once this is over?” Eli said.

“I think we do.” It’s not like I had forgotten about my wife confessing to April that she slept with my brother and that our child is actually his child. “Do you really think this will work?”

“It seems we have two options, Todd. One, we do nothing and by Monday morning most of the people in our lives will know you have a tiny wiener. Or, we try this and maybe convince people that it is all an artistic choice.” She laid out the options. “Todd, I don’t care if people know. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. But, I feel bad for my part in outing you like this… it’s no one’s business to know something that private about you if you don’t want them to know. But, I know it turns you on for other people to know about your little secret.” She slyly smiled and wiggled her pinky finger at me.

I didn’t know what to say, so we went to the other room and I mirrored my phone to the TV so we could both watch the videos saved to the camera app. We sat down, and just then the baby started crying. Eli went to take care of him and came back with him latched to her breast suckling her nourishment. I know it’s weird but I find it sexy to see her like that, the mix of her maternal instinct and her full tits on display really gets me going. I hadn’t bothered putting my clothes back on and just sat beside her fully naked.

I opened the app and started scrolling through the video files. In just the past two weeks there were over 30 videos.

“Jesus! Todd, how many of these do you have?”

“The app only saves them for 14 days, I really don’t know how many guys April sees.”

I scrolled down to the date and time that Keith visited. I opened the first video file, and there he was a striking, large black man, maybe 40-50 years old, with well-groomed hair and beard. He took off his shirt and folded it neatly laying it on a barstool his broad chest and thick body on display. April greeted him from the other side, and he stepped up to the board pulling it aside and then lowered his pants. Eli gasped when she saw his large cock swinging freely.

He was easily 6-7 inches and didn’t seem fully hard yet, with large low-hanging testicles that seemed the size of large eggs. He gripped his cock giving it several tugs, Eli reached over and grasped my leg as we watched him grow longer and thicker. Keith fed his brown snake through the opening over to April’s awaiting touch.

“Hold on,” I said, and made it through the app files and ardahan escort switched to the camera on April’s side. We watched as Keith shoved his cock through the opening where April was on her knees clothed in her overalls and a white T-shirt. She grasped Keith’s cock sliding the loose foreskin down and kissing the head, then slid her pink tongue across his long shaft. She reached up with the other hand taking Keith by the balls, and pulling them to her lips. Even his balls could make it to her mouth, while my little pecker couldn’t even make it far enough in for her to suck. We watched for 20 minutes while April worked Keith’s massive member. Eli, lost in lust, made several grunts, squeaks, and whimpers as we watched. Soon my wife was rotating her hips, squirming on the couch.

I motioned for her to stand up, I lifted her skirt, pulled her wet panties down, and told her to sit. She scootched forward on the seat with her legs spread apart, the smell of her sex filled the air. I hadn’t noticed before, but she hadn’t groomed down there for some time, she was much bushier than I had ever seen her. I leaned in and kissed the tender folds of her cunt. She purred placing a hand on my head and pulling me closer. I lapped her opening, being mindful this was the first time I had orally treated her pussy since giving birth.

Eli held our son to her breast, with one arm and guided my head with the other. I suckled her clit and slid a finger deep inside her.

“Get the dildo” She bleated, I looked up to see her wanting eyes. I quickly grabbed it from her nightstand. I returned to my position ensuring she was well lubed to receive the girthy dick. I slid the dong around her opening, coating it with our juices, and gently forced the head inside her spreading her wider than I ever had.

“Oh, Todd! It’s so thick!” She crooned. I sat up and slid the dildo deeper inside her watching her face for direction. Her body shivered as inch by inch she took more of this black dong. She looked down at me and smiled and then back to the screen, I looked over my shoulder and saw April ferociously sucking Keith’s black cock.

“I wish he was here fucking you, you deserve a cock like that.” I sighed.

“Really? Do you really want that Todd? Wouldn’t that be going too far?”

“Baby, I just want you to feel as good as you make me feel, and I can’t do that.”

“Faster!” She huffed and took my hand speeding up my thrusting. I fucked her faster, and deeper till she was taking the entire length of this massive dildo, her hips grinding into it finding the perfect rhythm to send her over the edge. She grabbed my wrist and held the dildo deep inside her cunt.

“GOD DAMMIT!!” She screeched with legs convulsing and stomach fluttering, I felt a flow of warmth over my hand, I looked down to see a thick white froth coating the black cock and seeping over my fingers. Never had I ever seen anything like that from her. She continued bucking and grinding on the cock, letting wave after wave of orgasm crash over her. Finally, satisfied I slid the dick out of her, and I took our son from her arms and set him down in his bouncy chair.

“Holy Shit Todd, what was that?” She coughed between gasps for air.

“I think it was a vaginal orgasm, I am not sure you’ve ever had one before. At least, not like that and not with me.” I said. We looked to the screen and April was wiping her mouth, obviously having gotten Keith off.

“Well, I think we should keep that video.” I laughed and downloaded a copy of both camera angles to share with April. “We still need to find two more, you up for that?”

“I can certainly watch,” Eli giggled and rubbed her spent cunt cleaning up her cum. I looked through my phone to see when Jason and Pete had last texted, I quickly found Jason’s last visit, and watched just enough to know it was him. And then did the same with Peter.

Eli went to take a bath while I got dressed and took care of our son. I looked at him and decided right then I would never tell Elizabeth I knew he wasn’t really mine, I loved them both and it didn’t matter how he came to be. I may not be his father, but I would always be his dad and because of that I also knew I had to protect him from our sexual fetishes from being made public. We had to make this plan work, no matter what.

***Okay, I’ve got all three of them lined up for tomorrow.** April texted.

** Jason 8 am**

** Keith 2 pm**

** Pete 7 pm**

** I’ll be at your house at 7 to get set up and go over the details**

I told Elizabeth about the texts when she got out of the bathroom. April has already texted her too, I wasn’t sure why she didn’t just text both of us at the same time but didn’t think too much about it either. We got ready for bed, but I laid there for a long time thinking about what life was going to be like with everyone seeing me naked, what about our families? My parents and sisters live in the area and will likely see the picture, and all the people adıyaman escort at work?! What will happen Monday morning when everyone is whispering and snickering?

Even if this plan somehow works, it’s going to take several days to get the other pictures out, and then still convince people that April shrunk my penis to make an artistic statement. With all of this going on in my mind I somehow managed to fall asleep for what felt like 10 minutes before the alarm went off. I got up and took a quick shower, by the time I got out I could hear April and Elizabeth talking from down the hall but couldn’t tell what they were saying. I got dressed and joined them in the front room where April was setting up her art supplies, and Eli had set up her camera similar to when April had sketched my portrait.

“Hey Babe,” my wife greeted cheerfully. “I made coffee, and biscuits are in the oven. Why don’t you keep April company while I go get ready… oh hey, Maggie’s watching the baby for us today.” She added.

“Oh! Does she know what’s happening?”

“Mom knows,” April confirmed, “She said she’ll help keep your little secret, but she would like to see it again.”

“See it?” I asked.

“Your little dick, silly. She can’t stop talking about it, she really wants to see it in action.” April winked.

I grabbed a cup of coffee, and a fresh hot biscuit, wondering if my life would ever be normal again… and then wondering if I really wanted it to be.

“I think he’s here,” April announced, and moments later Jason was at the door. April let him in, as they exchanged some awkward small talk. I took a seat at the kitchen bar and sipped the remainder of my coffee.

“Eli!” April shouted down the hall, “Jason’s here!” She sang.

I looked down the hall and I swear it was like a 1980s hairband video, the door cracked open, the hall flooded with morning light, as she moved in slow motion. The silhouette of my wife came into focus the farther she walked. My mouth gaped open as looked her up and down. Black strappy heels carried her effortlessly across the wood floor, her legs were beautifully shaped and looked five feet long, she had a small triangle of black thong panties covering her pussy, and a matching black and paisley bustier sinched in her waist smaller than her normal pre-pregnancy size. But her tits were nowhere close to their original size, they overflowed her top and jiggled wildly with every step.

“Fuck,” April gasped. I looked over to find Jason and April equally stunned by my wife’s newly acquired bimbo look.

“What’s this all about?” I stammered.

“Well, it’s part of the deal.” She responded.

“She’s the honey,” April smiled referring to what she said the night before about getting the guys to agree to this with honey. “We need Jason to stay hard for an hour while I sketch him, and I’ll be too busy drawing, so your wife will have to do it.”

“Where do you want me?” Jason asked as he slipped off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. April showed him where to stand. He turned around and took his pants off, Eli walked around within an arm’s reach away from him. Jason turned around, his broad shoulders and thick waist seemed proportional to the length and girth of his flaccid cock that swayed between his strong legs.

“Honey? Can you help Jason get hard, please?” April teased. Eli looked over at me then down to Jason’s cock and reached out gently taking hold of him. His flaccid dick was bigger than mine erect. She fondled his cock in her hand and palmed his balls in the other. Jason looked lustfully over my wife wrapped his arm around her waist and caressed her full breasts.

“God you’re sexy,” He moaned. Eli’s arms were moving more, but I couldn’t see them from my perspective until Jason put his hand on my wife’s shoulder and ushered her to her knees. His 7-inch dick hung at about a 45-degree angle. He isn’t huge but much bigger than me, but he has a thick mushroom head that seemed to be the thickest part of his cock. Eli jacked his cock a few times and lifted it to her red lips. She looked up at him, licked around the ridge of his helmet took his head into her warm mouth. She hummed as she sucked his head and stroked his length, making sure he was hard and ready.

“Okay,” Eli huffed and pulled away from his dick. “Be good and I’ll let you finish.” She giggled, enjoying her role as a fluffer.

Over the next hour as April sketched Jason occasionally he lost his erection, and my wife was quickly in place resuscitating his limb. My little dick was aching watching my slutty wife pleasure this man in our home. By the look on Jason’s face, the dark purple pulsing cock, and the pearl drops of precum under him, I’d say he was aching too the lucky bastard had been kept on edge allowing his pleasure to heighten.

“Okay, we’re almost done,” April announced as she made a few more strokes on the canvas. And then the alarm on her phone went off just in time too, Jason was starting to go soft karabük escort again.

“Thank god,” Jason breathed. “Can someone please finish me off?”

“You’ve got this right?” April asked my wife. Elizabeth looked over at me and smiled.

“Get your camera ready,” She motioned to me and took hold of Jason’s dick leading him over to the couch like a leash. A grabbed my phone off the counter and quickly pulled up the camera and swiped over to video. I expected her to sit him down and suck him off, but things quickly escalated when Eli slipped her panties off, handed Jason a condom, and knelt on the couch facing April behind her. Jason quickly rolled the condom down his cock and looked up finding my wife with her ass up in the air inviting him to use her soaked cunt. I moved over to the chair beside them and recorded every moment.

Jason slapped Eli’s right cheek, stepped forward, tugged his dick a few times, and rubbed his thick head up and down her opening. Eli looked back over her shoulder and her eyes darted over to mine.

“You’re okay with this right?” Not waiting for an answer Eli pushed backward swallowing Jason’s cock. Her audible gasp made it clear his entry was more than pleasant. He quickly sank the entire length of his 7 inches deep inside my wife, grinding his hips and gripping her butt. Eli reached down and pressed her stomach feeling Jason inside her in a way she could never feel me.

“So good!” She sighed, “please fuck me!” Jason grabbed handfuls of her ass and pounded my wife. He was rough, filled with lust fucking my wife with a primal need to cum. Her breasts jostled violently with every thrust until her tits popped out of her tight bustier, she tried to hold them with her right arm while bracing herself with the left. Her sighing became a loud moan, then her moan into a guttural grunt. He was fucking her hard, fast and deep, and she was on the edge of cumming.

“You’re so deep! So thick! Oh god!!” She cried out. Jason slapped her ass again and plunged deeper inside my wife as his cock expanded to his fullest size and came hard pushing my wife over the edge their near-simultaneous orgasms feeding off each other enhancing their pleasure, Eli shook under Jason’s embrace, as he wrapped his arms around her kneading her breasts grinding his dick inside her till he was fully spent.

“Fuck,” April snorted breaking the now awkwardly silent room.

“Bathroom?” Jason asked sliding his dick out of my wife.

“Down the hall on the left,” I answered. Jason went to clean up, leaving my wife and me with April. Eli slumped down on the couch and looked over at me, she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“Are you mad?” She asked me.

“What? No!” I assured her, put my phone down, and sat beside her, pulling her hands away from her face, I kissed her deeply. “That was incredible and exactly what I told you I wanted. I am not upset, not mad, not hurt, I am so proud of you.”

“Well, that was just one of three,” She teased and stuffed her tit’s back in her top. “We’ve got a few hours before round two, I should probably wash up.” She picked up her panties and headed to our bedroom, passing Jason in the hall, they exchanged a few words that I couldn’t hear, but I could see him lift his low swinging dick and motion to it before sharing a light laugh and they went their separate ways. He got dressed and talked a little with April before heading out. After the door closed I realized he never acknowledged me in any way, he never said anything to me, never even looked at me, it was like I was never there, and somehow I found that more offensive than him fucking my wife.

“Well, that was fun.” April joked. “Do you want me to go and come back or…” She lingered on the last word waiting for me to answer.

“Feel free to stay,”

“Do you want me to stay?” She asked and made her way around to the couch sitting down and taking my hand in hers.

“Yes.”

“Good, I want to stay.” She leaned in and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. “You’re a good man.”

“Am I?”

“You’re good to Elizabeth, and I’ve seen you with your son, and your good with him, you’re more comfortable than a lot of new dads.” She said sincerely grabbing the tv remote from the coffee table and flipping it to HGTV, for a dose of Saturday morning home improvement shows.

A few shows and another cup of coffee later April laid her head on my chest and draped her arm on my leg. She slowly inched her way up and found my small nub beneath the thin material of my joggers teasing it just enough to get me hard. I let out a slight whimper, and she stopped, waiting several moments then teased my pecker again and tugged at my pants.

“Wanna pull these down?” I sat stunned and silent, she had just told me I am a good man, and now she’s asking if I want to take my pants off. “I can’t imagine Eli getting upset, she did just fuck a man… a much larger man.” She said tracing my dick. I sat up slipping my pants and underwear down sitting down further forward on the couch giving her better access to me and she laid her head back down on my chest.

April rubbed my inner thigh occasionally climbing farther up and brushing against my groin. I couldn’t see my little guy over her head, but I knew I was hard. She pinched the base of my small dick and wiggled my penis.

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I usually do not masturbate to body parts, sexy or beautiful people, but short stories I create in my head that usually have some facts or situations I have been in. Some of these shorts even actually happen. I leave it to you to guess which is which. And I leave it to you to fill the blanks of the stories. If you want to share your version of how it’s further developing, comments are open. English is not my first language, so please excuse some misspellings and jumps in time form.

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1.

It’s a warm summer night. We take a walk in the park. She wears only a summer dress, no underwear. It is dark and we sit down on a bench. We kiss each other, my fingers slide under her dress. She is wet. I take a silk scarf out of my pocket, blind her and tell her to kneel on the bench and trust me. I go away to the next tree, take my shoes off so she doesn’t hear me walking in the other direction. I take on my shoes again and go straight to her, laud stumping. I pull up her skirt and press very slowly my cock into her…

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2.

We match on tinder. Her first question is how big is my cock. I answer her between 17 and 19 cm. She answers that that’s perfect, she has given herself the task to deepthroat every week one centimetre longer cock without throwing up. She is matching with everyone, asking everyone the question, the first fit wins. If I would like to come over and fuck her face. The only condition is that I don’t stop even if she throws up. I fuck her face till I come…

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3.

I get booked by a couple as a photographer for a photo shoot in a lovely hotel room. Nude but not sexual. They are both beautiful, around the same age, he is really tall, she is really tiny. But the height difference is nothing to what is revealed when they got naked. He had one of the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen, and she, she is really tiny. I had to hide the whole shoot my bulk because I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would look like when he fucks her…

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4.

I went to this gay sauna and explored the cruising area. There is one cabin next to the darkroom, pretty dark itself. After I went in and locked the door I kneeled down to look through the gloryhole that is leading to the darkroom. Just one man in there, his towel is hiding his cock. He walks towards me, towards the gloryhole and his silhouette is taking the last bit of light. I have never done this, but I stay and his cock slides slowly into my mouth. It’s really thick and long, I barely can swallow at first a third. He gently starts fucking my mouth and slides deeper and deeper. My saliva is running over my body and his cock gets harder and harder. His first and only words to me are “I’m gonna cum, jerk it all in your face!” and that’s what I do. And he is cumming so much, it’s like a shower, in the middle of a bukkake, my face is fully covered with his cum and my upper body too.

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5.

We go to that one bar because the light is very dim and it feels like from another time in the red light district. You wear a pretty short skirt and a secret inside of you – your lovense. I control it with my phone and have it on a very low flow. You go to get us drinks at the bar and the moment you are about to order, I slide the intensity up, a lot. I can see how hard it is to order for you. kırklareli escort Once the barkeeper turns around to get our drinks, I lower the intensity again. And then I have an idea. There is an option to open the control for everyone with the app within BlueTooth range and I turn that option on…

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6.

I am at the nude lake and it’s a really hot day. I have a free day and not many others are there. A bit further I see a couple, even further a group of old men and about ten meters from me there is another towel next to a bike, but I haven’t seen the owner. After I cooled myself in the lake and went back to lie down on my towel I see a person coming from the forest, which is directly next to the lake. He heads directly towards the towel next to me and the nearer he comes the better I can inspect him through my sunglasses. And what I see makes me nervous. He is naked and actually pretty ugly from my subjective taste but between his legs swings an enormous cock. Like unreal big.

I can’t look away, I am actually sure my mouth is wide open. He goes to his towel, takes a cigarette out of his bag, looks me in the eyes and then walks slowly towards me. I am frozen, still can’t take my eyes off his monster cock. He stops directly before me, looks down at me and asks me for a lighter. I get mine from my bag and while I turn around to give it to him, he moves as well and his massive dick swings directly in my face. I freeze completely, but he doesn’t seem bothered, lights his cigarette, takes his cock in his hand and starts jerking it directly in my face. “Suck it, we both know you want it.”

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7.

I am a photographer, my girlfriend is a model. We shoot quite regularly together. But this time it will be different. She met that model on Instagram, a really good looking older man and they planned a photoshoot together with a photographer in a hotel room. But super short notice the photographer had to cancel, so my girlfriend asked me if I could take over. It was a nice atmosphere, we talked and drank a bit in the hotel room, with great light and we had all very similar ideas about what to do. So we start and I focus on the light, they focus on posing together. We shoot nude of course and I noticed that he wasn’t just good looking, but also had a very big penis.

When I take pictures I get into a tunnel and don’t care much about what happens in front of my camera, all I see is light and shadows and how they form a body. And their bodies looked great in the light. I always more subconscious change my position so I don’t take direct pictures of genitalia and at some point, I instinctively wanted to move because, in this position, I should see his cock hanging, but I don’t see it and that can be just for one reason…

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8.

I am really drunk and my friends have gone home already an hour ago or something. We have been in a shabby but nice bar in the red light district. I finish my last beer, pay and go out into the fresh air. That feels nice. My feet carry me, I just wander around a bit. One last beer I say to myself standing in front of the Taverne, an even shabbier bar. I go in, not many people are there, if I see correctly, as the bar is really dark, with occasional red light, a jukebox and a bar. A beautiful woman, a bit older than me is serving drinks. I afyon escort sit at one of the tables in a corner. Without me ordering, she puts a beer in front of me and two tequila.

She is really tall, wears a short white skirt and that skirt is exactly my eye level, if I would sit a bit lower I could peak and see everything. She takes one of the shots and while leaning over I have a perfect view of her beautiful tits, which are nearly falling out of her top. We drink the tequila and she kisses me afterwards and returns to the bar. I drink my peer and need to take a leak. From the corner of my eyes, I can see her following me. I take one of the cabins and when I am done, I open the door, she is standing in front of it, smiling at me and pushing me back in. She pulls up her skirt, wears no underwear and grabs her already half-hard big cock and directs it to my mouth…

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9.

We are at the late-night screening of an artsy movie. Even though it’s the big hall, just two other couples are there in a room for hundreds. The movie is really boring and besides the nearly pornographic sex scenes, the story seems not to evolve at all. But something else caught my attention. One of the couples sits a couple of rows in front of us to our right and even though it’s dark, I am pretty sure she gives him a hand job. That’s actually a good idea, why waste these two hours. I put my hand on my partner’s thigh and wander with my fingers down. She is wet, really wet. Seems like others enjoyed the movie more than I did. I circle a bit around her entrance and she spreads her legs for me. Why not go all in, so I kneel in front of her and start licking and fingering her…

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10.

Some hard weeks at work are behind me and my girlfriend gives me the number of a good masseur, so I can relax my muscles a bit. I make an appointment and luckily he still has a free slot on the same day in the evening. He is a lot older than me, has nice grey hair, a friendly face, a good athletic figure and seemingly a very big cock. It’s still very hot outside and in his flat as well, so he wears only a white shirt and a white very short and tight shorts. The form of his cock is completely visible and I have to force myself to not stare at it. He shows me the massage table, asks me to take off all my clothes and lay down on the table. He starts massing me and it feels very good, exactly the right pressure, not too much, not too little. I start relaxing already.

He walks around the table, not just massaging, but also bending my muscles and strings and every time he pulls something I can feel how the massage afterwards goes smoother. He really knows what he does. But it seems like hard work, as he is sweating a lot and he refills his big glass of water regularly. I like that because then he stands directly next to my face and I can look at his penis without him noticing. I think it already gotten much bigger than it was at the beginning. It’s really pressing against the prison that is the tight shorts. He was sort of done with my back and massaging my legs and butt when he asked me if I am fine with him taking off his shirt (I think he said shirt, but it wasn’t very clear) as well, as it’s not cooling down and he doesn’t want to seat on me.

Sure I was fine with that. he kneeled on my legs and was really working my ass when I got the impression amasya escort that he didn’t just take off his shirt. I got directly hard imagining how he massages my ass while his cock gets harder and harder pointing at my tight little asshole. He massaged my ass for a while circling around my asshole, I was so sure he would push his finger (or cock) in me any time soon when I realised that I wasn’t laying on my back anymore, but pushing my ass out.

But exactly that moment he told me to turn around, it’s time for the front. I turned around and had to accustom my eyes to the light, as I had them closed. I turned on the table, a bit ashamed, that I am fully hard but he comforted me and told me he takes it as a compliment, I shouldn’t worry at all and it’s normal and happens to most clients. With my girlfriend, he even has to change the towels on the table because she is so wet every time. Oh wow, what? But before I could think more about what he said, he started massaging my legs and every time he got near my balls, it felt so electric.

I couldn’t see what he was doing as my head was laying on a lower headrest. I relaxed again and his hands and the images in my head of how he massaged my girlfriend made me so horny. I just hoped he didn’t see that my precum was already dripping. But how couldn’t he? And like he could read my mind he again said I shouldn’t be ashamed and just relax, that happens to a lot of clients and my girlfriend usually is at that stage already moaning about the massage. I love her moaning, it’s the sexiest sound in the world. Inside of me fights jealousy and lust, picturing how he massages her and she is spreading her legs moaning under his hands driving her crazy.

He walks slowly around me, his fingertips stroke over my whole body and when they touch my balls and my cock I nearly came just from that little touch and the pictures in my head. When his hands reached my upper body, they started massaging me again and while relaxing my muscles he pinched my nipples from time to time. A very erogenous zone for me. But that’s not the sensation I am focusing on right now. It’s his now half-hard and gigantic cock hanging over my face. He stands wide-legged over my head, massaging me and his cock is just a centimetre away. When he moves, his cock moves and his precum drips on my lips. I have to taste it. And the moment I lick my lips he moves again and I don’t lick only my lips but the tip of his cock as well. As he could read my mind he tells me like before, that it is fine, nothing to be ashamed of, a lot of clients react the way I do and my girlfriend was craving it as well. That’s said he pushes slowly his now hard cock that’s bigger than I imagined into my mouth…

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11.

We had a great house party in our flat, drank and laughed a lot. We both have been horny the whole evening, so when the lay of our friends left, we jumped directly on each other, ripped our clothes off and she pushed me onto the sofa to suck my cock. That moment we hear the balcony door opening and these three guys and that one girl a friend brought with him to the party are standing right next to us…

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12.

A classic threesome. He has a nice thick cock and we change whos fucking her and who gets sucked. I need a break and watch them. He is getting near, pulls out and jerks his cock and cums all over her face. She crawls to me and kisses me. I taste his cum and she whispers in my ear to clean her face and boobs. He watches me and his cock gets hard again, as she sees that she tells me to clean him as well. I kneel in front of him and clean his cock. He gets harder and harder, grabs my head and fucks my mouth, cumming again, this time deep in my throat.

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I met the most amazing woman the other night at my friend Tom’s new apartment. I am still slightly shocked at how the events played out but I am as happy as ever that I got my cock in her. We have been texting over the past few days and things seem to be going as well as they did in person. It was damn near impossible to get her voluptuous body out of my mind.

It was far from challenging to convince Jamie to come to my place on Thursday night for drinks. My roommate was gone for the night and it would be great to finally get some alone time in a place that is my own. We were anything but conservative the last time that we fucked, but I can only assume that the gloves would be totally off once I had the home-field advantage.

The knock on my apartment door came only a brief few minutes after 6:30 PM. I was casually dressed in Lacoste T-shirt and running length sport shorts, as we had only spoken about a casual few drinks. My assumption was that we would spend more time out of our clothes than in them after our last encounter. I quickly paused at my mirror in the entryway to adjust my hair making sure my hair was parted correctly and swept to the right.

I open the door to a delectable surprise. A thick vixen stood before me, staring at me doe eyed with a slight smirk. Her black hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail with not one strand out of place, loose curls flowing from the hairband holding it all back. Her makeup was flawless yet not overbearing with no unnatural tones. Each ear donned multiple diamond piercings, But the main show was a long dangling earring on each lobe sporting multiple strands of diamonds. Around Jamie’s neck was a single strand diamond choker that was statement, classy yet somewhat deviant. She had clearly not received the casual message.

Her body was fully covered in a beautiful black and gray fur coat that ended just at mid thigh level, seamlessly meeting an incredibly sexy pair of black suede boots. The boots were flawlessly skin tight, showing off her thick and muscular legs, further accentuated by the almost 5 inch stiletto heel. I swear my jaw hit the floor.

“I can see that you missed me.” She smirked, stepping past me without further greeting. She was so much to take in that I was struggling for words. I closed the door behind me and turned back to look at the stunning woman.

“Jamie, you look absolutely incredible. I…” my words were stopped in their tracks by Jamie swiftly opening her fur coat, dropping it to the floor to reveal her fully naked body in boots. She stood with her right hip stuck out and hand to rest on it, with her left toe sassily pointing outward. Her full tits now on display, nipples blatantly erect and ready for attention. She had changed out her rather modest belly ring for a more chandelier style with multiple zonguldak escort cascading rows of diamonds dangling on her soft and sensual belly. Her pussy lay just below, flawlessly shaven or waxed, for me to soon find out. Her thick thighs looked incredible in the tall suede boots, giving the short girl’s legs more length than they might normally have.

My cock stiffened immediately, becoming visible through the light material of my running shorts. Jamie’s eyes briefly lowered to my cock followed by a sensual lick of her lips as her eyes returned to lock with mine. Her boots made a distinctive click-clack on the floor as she advanced toward me.

Jaime stood face to face with me. She reached out to gently caress the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her hands slowly worked from the back of my head down my shoulders to feel my chest and then abs. I pulled her in close to me to deepen our kiss. I could feel her nipples press into my chest through my shirt. My cock wasted no time getting to full mast, pressing into Jamie’s soft belly as our lips locked. Jamie’s hands adventured from my abs, further down into the waistband of my pants to fondle my cock. She wasted minimal time in pushing my running shorts down to have full access.

She quickly turned away from me without losing grip of my cock to lead me towards my bedroom. I could not help but be as turned on as I had ever felt watching her ass sway side to side as her high-heeled boots clicked on my wooden floor. Her love handles slightly jiggled with each step, enticing me to get my hands on them.

As we entered the room I pounced forward to rekindle our Kiss, but was stopped by a firm hand on my stomach thwarting my advance.

“Stop” she stared sternly into my eyes. “Lay back on the bed” her French manicured finger pointed.

I obeyed with a smirk on my face, knowing that fun was to come. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed with my hands behind my head, taking the stunning beauty before me in full view.

She leaned forward, returning her hand to my cock, lightly stroking from under my balls to the tip. Our eyes locked as she smoothly licked her lips, charging me up for what was to come. My hips pushed forward with each stroke of her nail grazing the underside of my cock. Each pass making me harder. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Jamie placed her hands on either side of my hips, and mimicked the stroking motion of her nail but now with her tongue. As she reached the top, I found my cock head fully enveloped by her lush lips. She began to gently suck while her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. The feeling of a warm tongue bathing the underside of your cock with affection is indescribable. I was no longer thinking fethiye escort about my reactions but purely enjoying.

Her hand found the base of my cock, gripping the very bottom of the shaft. She worked it up and down slowly, even jerking it deeper into its junction with my balls. Her mouth began to bob up and down, now working more than just the head, but not forgetting to continually tease the head with her tongue. I had more than enough length for her mouth and full fist to explore my cock, and my cock was loving every second of it.

Jamie clearly knew what she was doing to me, and she knew that this could bring me to an orgasm. She never increased her pace, rhythmically working the length of my shaft. There is something to a less vigorous blow job that makes the cum boil in my nuts. It felt as if she was genuinely sucking it out of me, very slowly.

“Jamie,” no response. As if I never spoke. “Ja…” she paused at the head and rubbed her tongue vigorously as she sucked harder. I could not make a coherent noise. My toes curled and all of my neck and facial muscles contracted. I was not cumming, but the feeling was nearly as intense. She returned to her previous pace while my state was still heightened, every stroke just barely bringing me closer to cumming.

Her pace continued just slow enough as to not bring me too close to the edge, but slowly building the ache in my nuts as if she was sucking my balls out through the tip of my cock. I was in a trance. Time was lost. This stunning woman was putting me through sensations I had never felt before.

After what felt like an eternity, her mouth left my cock with an audible pop, as she crawled on top of me like a cat on the prowl. A sensual prowl, where her tits swung with each step, and belly ring garnered attention with its sparkle. She brought her chest to mine while slowly wriggling her ass back to sit down on my iron cock in one motion, eyes opening wide as she took its whole length. Her sopping pussy released its wetness all over my cock, flooding it’s base.

Jamie laid flat on me, breathing heavily into my ear as she slowly worked her pussy up and down my cock. Her pace was no different than when she was blowing me, now patiently working my cock from its tip to the base. She periodically squeezed my cock, causing her to whimper slightly with each tightening.

“I love,” Jamie’s whisper was broken up by the beginning of her orgasm. Her slow strokes became unsteady humps. “This cock! Oh my god” Her pussy clamped down as she convulsed on my cock. Her wetness now flooded my lap as she continued to cum. Each stroke gripped me harder. “I love this cock.” She repeated, lifting her head to stare into my eyes. A final hump caused her to shake a little as she held alanya escort my cock at full depth in her womb, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

As her convulsions subsided, Jamie pushed up on to her hands and increased her pace, using her new leverage to twerk on my cock. The motion was all in her hips, smacking her cunt lips against my hips with every stroke. This was no longer teasing to build me up. This was fucking to get herself off. Her pace slowly increased as her whimpers turned to moans. She pushed herself up further to upright, running her hands back through her hair. She changed motion to circle her hips like a stripper kneeling on a stage, shaking her ass to a thunderous hip-hop beat. I would pay for a video of what this woman is doing to me. This voluptuous woman gyrating her hips with full body on display to me. Her tits so full and beautiful. Her soft belly accentuated by the gems of her ornate belly ring giving way to the most glorious pussy. Her thick thighs straddling me, with gorgeous legs covered in her suede stiletto boots.

The feeling of suede in my fingers was so sexual. I rubbed her booted legs while watching my minx enjoy her ride on my thick cock. A slim smile on her lips as her head was thrown back in ecstasy while bouncing on my cock. I moved my hands up to her beautiful tits to gently massage her nipples, causing further moans and groans. We were both in heaven and her gip on my cock as her next orgasm shuttered her body increased. Her belly contracted underneath its gentle chub, giving a visual to what I could feel as she came.

The pleasure became too much for her to move and her moans were almost caught in her throat. I pulled Jamie back down to my chest, allowing me to wrap my arms around her, leveraging my cock strokes deep in her cunt.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, Oh god! Yes! Yes! Please please.” Jamie pleaded in my ear. She had no idea what she was saying. I was going to bring her to yet another orgasm. And mine was about to come to a boil as well. My pace became erratic and grunting ensued. I don’t even know what noises Jamie was letting out, I was lost in the sensations building in my balls. She seized up like a rock on top of me as if fought to keep pounding her pussy. No more than five seconds later I erupted every ounce of cum I had into her sopping pussy. Jamie, realizing that I was now cumming, twerked on my cock once again, driving me mad. I could barely take the sensation and she would not let up as I squirmed below her in ecstasy.

She actually did not stop. My cock stayed hard. Completely hard. And she rose back up to keep twerking. When I thought there was nothing left, my balls ached again, and Jamie knew she was going to get more out of me. This was back to getting me off. Her stare locked with mine as she relentlessly fucked my cock. The sensation grew further and I knew she wasn’t going to stop.

“Fuck, Jamie, Jamie…. JAMIE!!” I pulled her back down to me as I fucked her tight pussy through my orgasm.

“Yes, Yes!” she whispered passionately into my ear.

I may be crazy, or just in a post-orgasmic bliss, but I know I need this woman every day from here on out.

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After several years in development, at long last the third part of my Foot Daze series (preceded by School Foot Daze and Halloween Foot Daze) is finally here! I’d had the base idea for a while but hadn’t quite figured out how to put it all together. But here it is. Hope you enjoy!

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How did I get talked into this?

That was the question I’d been mulling over ever since I’d first stepped foot into the packed convention center this morning, and thus far, I had yet to stumble upon any sort of answer.

Although not for lack of trying.

Not to say I wasn’t a fan of these kinds of things- being somewhat on the geeky side myself, I’d attended this very convention several times in the past. The difference was, all those other times, I’d simply been another ticket-holding attendee looking for a little fun.

This time, I was working at it.

Well, maybe that was the wrong word to use. After all, working usually entailed being paid, and this was a completely free gig. I was a volunteer- an unpaid employee of the convention and thus unable to enjoy myself in the way I’d previously grown accustomed to. Only for one day, it was true, but still.

Hence, why I found myself continuously questioning the how of it all as I made my way here and even more once I’d arrived this morning.

The thing was, my question wasn’t without merit. I honestly could not remember when I’d decided to do this in the first place. One minute I was attending the con as I had countless years before, the next, I was standing here at the start of the third day dressed as a volunteer.

A message on my phone confirmed my offer to volunteer, an offer I had no recollection of making,

It wasn’t just that. Whenever I tried to remember anything about the previous day, I came up blank. I know I’d been here, but beyond that, my mind outright refused to budge or offer me any aid in the matter, and thus I remained as confused as ever even as I found myself standing inside the convention center.

Still, if there was one thing that made me feel better about this, one thing that made the whole mess seem somewhat worthwhile, it was the cosplayers.

Specifically, the women.

I don’t mean that in a sexist sort of way, although I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a great many attractive women in costume here. Rather, it was their choice of costumes that continually piqued my interest. Say what you will about video games, comic books, anime and the like- plenty of the female characters therein had a tendency to wear boots.

And a lot of them here were doing so right now.

For a man such as myself, it was a veritable treasure trove, a mecca for the boot fetishist, and one of the reasons I always enjoyed attending in the past. And even though my experience was being cut short so as to put me to work, it hadn’t stopped me from taking in the sight of so many different kinds of boots on so many different women. Thigh-high, knee-high, ankle, latex and leather, every colour of the rainbow. It was amazing.

The fact that it was mid-July and the heat of the summer was in full effect outside only added to their appeal, a fact that I only realized when it decided to pop up from deep within the confines of my subconscious mind. How many of them would have sweaty, stinky feet by the time the con ended and they were finally freed from the confines of their chosen footwear?

I shook my head, unsure where that particular thought had come from, even as the lingering traces of it made my cock start to stir in my shorts. I shrugged it off as best I could, and returned my attention to the floor of the convention center and the countless booted ladies therein.

The more of them I saw, the harder my cock grew, and if I had the time I was certain I’d have headed off to the washroom to beat one out as I had in the past. Yet even that idea refused to take root, and instead, I remained where I was, watching and waiting and wondering what I was expected to do.

Which is when my eyes fell upon one pair of boots in particular.

A familiar set of shiny, knee-high black leather boots.

Janet’s.

Even before we’d first crossed paths in our College’s Artistic Club, I’d spotted her here without knowing who she was. Janet was a regular attendee herself, although unlike me, she’d always seemed to have been a volunteer, sporting the same red volunteer shirt with the convention logo plastered on the front of it as I currently was.

Somehow, regardless of all the rest around it, her boots seemed to stand out above the rest. Alongside her pale legs and black shorts, my eyes were drawn to them and her more than anything else I’d seen thus far. The fact that she’d seemingly chosen to wear them even in the heat of summer immediately caused the same intrusive thought to return in earnest, bringing with it plenty of blood flow to my already erect.

The thing was, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen her wear them this summer. We’d actually been spending a fair giresun escort amount of time together ever since the previous Halloween, in which she’d come over and, somehow, we’d made love, a fact that even now seemed strange.

It wasn’t that Janet wasn’t attractive- she was. And frankly, between the pale skin, long dark hair, and propensity for boots, she was very much my type. It was just, whenever I tried to chart the course of how we’d gone from strangers in a club room to friends with benefits- not having jumped to the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend as of yet, I could only recall scattered fragments.

Sure I was enjoying spending time with her, as well as what came with it, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t say I was still confused about a great many things where she was concerned.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Janet said as she approached, a smile plastered all over her face and her hands on her hips.

“Really?” I sputtered out, unsure if we’d made plans to meet up or anything of the sort before my brain reminded me that we were sporting the same shirt and thus on the same ‘team’.

Janet rolled her eyes. “Of course silly. I’m in charge of volunteers, and that means I need to make sure everyone is doing their jobs. Including you.”

Hearing her say it like that made all the sense in the world, and for a moment I was embarrassed I’d even had to ask. Of course, she’d been looking for me- I’d been standing around aimlessly since I’d arrived. It was clearly time for me to be put to work. Whatever that meant.

Taking hold of my arm, Janet started leading me through the crowded floor of the convention center, bobbing and weaving her way along like a seasoned pro. All the while, my eyes remained fixated on her booted feet, so much so that all the others around us seemed to fade into the background in a haze.

A haze that seemed to be filling my head the longer Janet was beside me.

“So, you’re in charge of everyone?” I asked dumbly, trying in vain to get my head on straight as we moved along.

“Yup,” Janet replied, never breaking her stride. “People like to say I crack a good whip.”

She winked as she said that, and immediately my mind flashed to an image of Janet dressed as a dominatrix, covered in leather and with a whip in hand. An image that felt far more real to me than it should have if it were a simple fantasy I’d conjured up.

We’d crossed almost the entirety of the floor, passing other volunteers along the way, most of whom simply nodded but a few who stopped Janet to ask her something or other about the convention. She really knew her stuff, delegating tasks as if she were running the entire operation herself.

Eventually, we arrived at a small door far away from the crowd. One which simply read “Volunteers Only.”

I watched as Janet opened it and pulled me inside before shutting the door behind us. The room was spartan, likely only used during convention season, with a couch against the wall, a table with two chairs, a fridge and a coffee machine on a shelf in the corner.

For a moment, I assumed this was going to be some sort of impromptu training session to get me up to speed before I was sent back out to do something. But the moment we stepped inside and the smell of the packed convention faded behind us, something else quickly replaced it.

Something awfully familiar to me.

The scent filled the room almost immediately, and as it did the haze around my mind grew thicker, my nose instinctively breathing in whatever it was as if my life depended on it.

Janet looked over at me with a predatory grin, looking much like the hungry tigress she was when the mood overtook her. “Finally. I was wondering when we’d have some alone time here. Slave.”

Upon hearing that word, my mind went blank and my eyes glazed over, the programming I’d forgotten about kicking in as the wondrous scent- Janet’s sweaty, stinky feet I quickly realized, continued filling the room as well as my nose and washing over my brain like a never-ending tidal wave.

I dropped to my knees, my face immediately pressing against her booted feet like a hungry dog, desperate for more of the scent the sweet leather was hoarding all for itself. Much as I adored boots, in that moment, I knew my true desire lay within them. Janet’s intoxicating feet were all I wanted. All I needed.

“I’ve got you so well trained,” she said with a giggle, stepping back and locking the door behind her. Then she took a seat by the table and held her booted feet up though just out of reach. “You have NO IDEA how long I’ve wanted to have someone like you here with me at a con.”

Somewhere in the nether regions of my brainwashed mind, a spark of curiosity slowly crawled out, and my eyes must have revealed its existence seeing as Janet smiled. “Every year, I walk around this place for hours and hours, and by the end of it, my poor feet are so sore and so sweaty. They need someone yalova escort to show them some love and care… Someone like you.”

My mind understood her completely, and instinctively, I crawled closer and began kissing her boots for all they were worth, wanting nothing more than to show my desire and devotion to them and to Janet herself. She giggled but didn’t tell me to stop, and thus I kept showering them with attention and affection even as the scent trapped inside slowly seeped out and into my waiting nose.

“Good boy… And to think, I was worried you wouldn’t want to volunteer for such an important position… But then again, you didn’t want to volunteer at all before I changed your mind.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what she meant, nor did I care as my lips continued to press against the warm leather of her boots. Not until she said a single word that held far more power than anyone could ever understand.

“Remember.”

Beneath the haze, I did. I remembered Janet coming by my apartment yesterday after the convention had let out. Something that seemed fairly normal even before I recalled that whenever she visited, she reinforced her control over me. And she did just that, with an added caveat.

She’d asked if I’d be interested in volunteering on the final day, telling me they were short-staffed and it’d mean a lot to her… I’d said no, but a few choice words from her as well as the placing of her sweaty feet on my crotch melted my resistance and changed my opinion in seconds. I immediately sent a message to the head of volunteers.

Janet herself.

Then she allowed me to kiss her sweaty feet before making sure I forgot about the conversation until such a time as she allowed me to remember it. Like now.

I groaned as my lips kept kissing the leather and my cock straining against my shorts. Angry as I was at being controlled yet again, I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Not only was I already here- both as a volunteer and as her submissive foot boy, but her conditioning of me was so powerful, that all I could do was give in. Janet was in charge, in more ways than one.

Pulling her boots away, Janet unzipped them and slowly slipped them off before placing them right under my nose, allowing the scent deep inside to flow freely and overtake me even as her feet- covered as they were in a rather damp-looking pair of socks, hung there just out of reach.

The scent of both the boots and the socks completely overtook me, and I knew I was in trouble.

Janet peeled her socks off and put them on the table, then revealed her feet- already shiny with sweat, and shoved them onto my waiting face, smothering it. Somehow, the smell of her foot stink was even stronger than I remembered, and had she not been holding me in place, I was certain I would have passed out there and then.

“Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe it, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out…”

She repeated that familiar sing-song mantra and it began to echo out in my otherwise empty head as her feet continued to press against my face, bouncing around and taking up more and more space as they became the only thing in my mind. The only thing that truly mattered.

I pushed against her feet, so sweaty after two days of the convention, her cheesy toes and filthy soles my entire world. I couldn’t get enough, and as I repeated the words in time with her, drops of her foot sweat slipped into my mouth, adding more fuel to the fires of devotion and desire.

My head grew heavier with each and every repetition, my cock following suit, a dual level of complete submission to my beloved foot Mistress. I was loving every second of it, and so was she.

“So, here’s how it’s going to go,” Janet began, even as I kept repeating her mantra under my breath. “I need to head back out to the convention in a few minutes. But whenever I return, you will be ready to worship my feet or rub them or whatever else I want. And you will do so until I tell you to stop. Your entire job today is to make sure they feel good… Think you can do that?”

She pulled her feet off my face, depriving me of them for a moment before lifting my head with her slick, sweaty toes so that I was gazing up at her. And we both knew there was only one answer I could give. Only two words that could claw their way up from my foot-addled mind.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Janet smiled, then stuck her big toe into my mouth. The taste of sweat, dirt and boot leather filled it, overtaking my taste buds and frying whatever lingering brain cells were even still working. Even without being told- as if I even needed to be told anymore, I began sucking it gently, moving along to her other toes when I was finished and making sure each one received the same treatment.

Then she pulled them out, but instead of offering me the other foot, she slipped them both back into her boots- without socks, yozgat escort and stood up. “Alright, I need to head out. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it… In the meantime, I want you to kneel there and edge your cock while you repeat my words over and over.”

I nodded, pulling down my shorts and boxers and freeing my rock-hard erection. Janet smirked, then picked up her socks from the table and handed them to me. “Here. Sniff these as well. Wouldn’t want you to be deprived of my sweet, stinky foot scent while I’m gone now would we?”

Without a word, I held one of her socks against my face, the damp, sweat-drenched fabric practically sticking to me as my other hand slid down and wrapped around my aching cock and started to stroke it. “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out…”

Janet smiled and stepped out the door, locking it behind her. I barely even noticed, so focused was I on her commands, her programming so entrenched in my foot-addled brain as to be second nature to me now. I didn’t need to think about anything. All I needed to do was repeat Janet’s words.

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

With each new repetition, my hand slowly moved up and down my shaft, refusing to increase in speed even as I grew more and more desperate. I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicions that was another aspect of my programming- I was unable to cum, or even to come close, without Janet’s explicit command. All I could do was edge myself over and over.

So I did.

The more I stroked, the more blood flowed down to my desperate and aching cock, leaving my already defenseless brain to be overtaken again and again by the dual assault of Janet’s mantra and her stinky sock. The scent weaved its way in and around as it always did, rendering me little more than putty to be molded however my Mistress wanted.

Even when she wasn’t around, she made sure I remained docile and submissive, and I wondered briefly how often we’d done this. How many times before had she left me alone with her socks or her boots and simply let me brainwash myself without need of her? There was no way to be certain, not unless she deemed it worth remembering.

I don’t know how much time passed- seconds, minutes, hours, Janet likely walking around the convention center floor and her feet growing sweatier and stinkier with every step, but eventually, the lock clicked open and the door followed suit, and my beloved foot Mistress stepped back inside to find me exactly where she’d left me.

She smiled at the sight of my hand wrapped tightly around my now precum-covered shaft, her sock pressed against my face and her words still spilling out from my lips with each and every stroke. “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.” “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

Locking the door, Janet walked over to the couch and plopped down, snapping her fingers and breaking me free from the trance I’d been in since she left.

Immediately I crawled over to her, never ceasing in my repetition, having said those words so much that it felt as if they were the only words I even knew anymore. Or at the very least, the only ones that truly mattered.

Without a word, Janet pointed to her boots, and I quickly unzipped them and pulled them off, revealing her incredible feet once more. The scent of them practically smacked me in the face, but I didn’t care. I took hold of her left foot and began to gently rub it, massaging the sole and the heel and even slipping my fingers in between each toe even as her other foot crept up and onto my feet.

The scent and sensation of Janet’s foot resting against my mouth and nose as well as the feeling of her soft, sweaty sole in my hands, was more than my cock could stand. I honestly thought I would cum right then and there but, again, something inside my mind prevented it from happening.

“Mmm, that feels so good slave,” Janet said as my fingers rubbed along and her foot did the same. “You have no idea how sore these babies get out there… So good they have someone like you to take care of them. And you love taking care of my feet, don’t you?”

Even with her foot on my face, I knew she expected an answer. And in truth, there really only was one I could give. The truth. “Yes, Mistress. I love taking care of your feet.”

Janet smiled, then slipped her toes into my mouth once more and allowing me to suck the sweat from them. Then she switched them around, allowing me to rub her right and suck her left, the moans slipping out from her lips pushing me on even as my cock desperately dripped for her and her feet.

Again, just when I thought there would be more, she slipped her boots on and headed back, leaving me aching there with her socks on my face and my cock in my hands.

We repeated this dance a half-dozen times throughout the day, Janet returning for a few minutes at a time to receive quick foot rubs and tongue baths from me before leaving me once again to repeat her mantra and edge until my world was nothing more than her words and my aching cock.

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There were hundreds of them. Gold statues of women, nude and lewdly posed, life-size and astonishingly lifelike. Their expressions varied widely, from unbridled lust through almost comical astonishment to bleak horror. This was no terracotta army, but rather a macabre whorehouse, albeit cast from that most precious of metals as if the contents of Fort Knox had been moulded into an inhuman orgy of lesbian pleasure.

The curator of this private collection, this secret and singularly themed treasure hoard whose existence shocked as much as excited me, was a middle-aged man with a generous beard that looked as well curated as his private collection of erotic excess. He had a Mediterranean cast to his features, and a trace of an accent that I couldn’t quite place beneath the more familiar and predictable Oxford-bred sophistication. No, he would not have seemed out of place in those ancient college hallways.

His hand idly caressed the bare metallic cheek of one young maid, frozen forever, it seemed, with her lips wrapped about an absent cock. Beside her, another sat with legs spread wide, izmir escort her labia spread wide too, her vagina gaping like some impossibly expensive sex doll. I wondered if the curator had ever been tempted to use her that way.

It brought to mind the tale of Aphrodite of Knidos, Praxiteles’s famous nude statue of the goddess of love, and the young man who lusted after her until, one night, he abused her divine form and was driven mad. Surrounded by polished, gleaming curves of timeless beauty, captured moments of obscenity made priceless by the material of their sculpting, I was not immune to their dread allure.

Like Odysseus and the Sirens, I was drawn to certain doom; unlike that ancient hero, I had no chain to bind me to safety. My hands caressed skin, almost expecting soft warmth rather than cold metal. My fingers teased lust-swollen nipples and delighted in their hard desire. My lips brushed lips that ached to be alive, though my kisses lacked any fairytale magic.

The curator guided me through the collection, his kahramanmaraş escort hand increasingly familiar with my own curves as he showed me each scar and imperfection of the artistry. “See how the sculptor has left his mark on each,” he said, placing his hands into matching impressions in the golden flesh. I could almost imagine him as part of each tableau, the male counterpart visible only in the negative space.

Room after room, scenes of craven lust met my eyes as unseen men ravished frozen beauty. I was not immune. I was no unfeeling statue. I was human flesh and blood in awe of this eternal pleasure. My guide, the curator, was no less aroused, the prominent bulge in his dark suit trousers brushing against me too frequently to be by accident – and I, seduced by the potency of the perverse collection, chose to allow it.

Every open mouth, every gaping pussy, every hideously stretched anal ring, seemed to invite my exploration. My fingers slipped teasingly into a hundred dark holes as I wondered at the improbable manavgat escort length and girth of the supposed invaders. Such men existed only in pornographic fantasies, such as the one I walked through. Such men…

The curator was such a man. There was no denying the impressive size of the hard member that threatened to burst his zip. Nor was there any denying its extraordinary dimensions as I yielded to temptation and released it from captivity. Never before had I held a cock with both hands at once and felt so insufficient. Never before had I undressed in such indecorous haste, trembling with both desire and fear at what would be demanded of me.

I had never needed a man more. I needed to feel the ecstacy I saw echoed in the gold-cast expressions all around me. Kneeling, I wrapped my breasts joyously about the curator’s prodigious length and sought to encompass its huge head with my mouth, my jaw stretched wide to the limit.

I wasn’t a slut, I wasn’t a whore, I was a queen serving her lord and master, the king, worshipping his royal length and drinking the divine nectar that flowed copiously and spilled from my lips. No passive companion, the curator thrust with ever greater strength, the proud, veined shaft gliding against my smooth, slippery skin, the weeping head seeking to penetrate ever deeper – until with a roar he climaxed, cum flooding my adoring mouth.

Hours later, it still dripped from my gold, inflexible lips.

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