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I’ve merely described the background and characters in my first story ……that fateful night when my wife was taken by another man and which began the story.

I say ‘story’, but that’s not correct because as I told you, nothing I have said or will say is fiction. It all happened and it happened as I tell it.

I shall continue from there then, though it was neither the start nor the end of the saga.

The characters all have names but I’ll have to change them here. I don’t want to,but they …we… are real people and could be recognised from what I’ve written because the events and locations are the actual ones.

I’ll call my wife Cassandra, which would suit her. Now, be clear, we are NOT talking about some threadbare old tart with love handles and cheap makeup. If she were, then she wouldn’t be able to exert the control she does over me and, actually, every other man who sees her.

She is naturally attractive and makes the most of that. You won’t see her with a hair out of place or any item of clothing not subtly contrived to entice. Whats under those expensive clothes is even more impressive I promise you. Long slim legs, perfect body and natural elegance. When unshaven the coiffure between her legs is red, although she changed her hairstyle to blonde some while back, so this is a secret to most. She’s not big in the chest area- the opposite really, but that definitely doesn’t stop men, ( or women), wanting her till it hurts.

Go back to that night now, I’ll conclude it by saying that my friend left in a hurry the following morning. She went downstairs to see him but I was quite properly ashamed to face him. I think he was relieved to get out of there in one piece,because I heard him ask her, “Am I going to get beaten up now?”

That day and night were strange. I was shattered and un-manned, and she convinced me that I was the only one at fault- she being a complete victim. I fell for it all- how she felt degraded by what I’d “made her do” and how I’d sullied the marriage. She played me for the idiot I am and got exactly what she wanted – control of the relationship, the moral high ground, and all the feelings of guilt and regret were directed at me.

She had the whip hand now. No more constraints on her sex life or future behaviour.

She was brilliant – blending her portrayal of victimhood and remorse with graphic details of their foreplay and positions -whilst not forgetting to throw in that she was sore because his penis was so big!!!

She enjoyed my pain, but I’m not exactly complaining either.

I said I’d be truthful and the truth is that it excited me,and still excites me now. I’ll admit that at different times it also made me desolate and the details of her confession cut like a knife as much as it aroused me. If there’s such a thing as self esteem I don’t remember, but if I ever had it she took it away that night by telling me how big his penis was and how deep it went between her legs.

I often hear couples saying how well adjusted and content they are in a cuckold marriage, but if that’s true they’re not doing it properly. I love her and it’s also agonising when she’s being fucked by someone else. You visualise the details over and over in your mind and it’s more than cruel, more than hurtful. However, there’s a shameful thrill which can’t be equaled by any other sexual experience! It’s painful and humiliating but gradually you enjoy that pain. You crave that humiliation.

Just an occasional risky adventure at first but it sinks in over time that you enjoy being what you are, which is an inadequate man with a small penis. You’ll accept that the woman you love sleeps with other men because they’re BETTER than you, not to gratify your disgusting little perversion but because she wants their dicks and she doesn’t want yours. Don’t kid yourself, your wife and her lovers regard you as no more than a pathetic loser who will do anything to hang on to her. She’d probably prefer to leave you and have a satisfying relationship with a better man, but stays with you for the material things you can give her and the money you provide.

That’s harsh but the more you accept it, the more you enjoy the reality of your own worthlessness and inadequacy. It won’t go away because it’s true,so it hurts, and the more it hurts the more you need it.

It was a while before we did anything like that again, going through a period of conciliation. The idea of a repeat performance wasn’t mentioned gümüşhane escort during that dialogue, but amongst the other conversations she’d described to me exactly how he’d stroked her leg on the sofa and as they kissed gradually moved his hand up and into her panties. Of course I took the bait and asked more…She’d told him she wanted him inside her and opened her legs for him to get in between them, take his cock out and mount her,pulling her panties aside to penetrate her. They fucked with her sitting up, which stopped his penis going right inside so they put the cushions on the floor and she laid on her back to take his dick even further inside. By her account he must have been getting his own weird kick out of the circumstances, asking her in a whisper if his dick was bigger than mine and “making” her say it was, and to tell him he was a ‘better fuck’ than me.

Now, rather than just thrusting into her with her panties pulled aside, “he said he wanted my knickers right off and he made me stand in front of him so he could look at me and pull them down … …”

I actually didn’t think that through properly at the time since I was busy with my erection hearing the tale HOWEVER she went on …”because he knows you like to be the one to do that…”

(I’ll make a confession -that’s a THING with us. I’d always been turned on by saying I was the only one who could take her knickers off, and getting her to stand up while I did it ‘Ceremonially’).

So……… hang on…somehow he KNEW that, didn’t he?… and that was a thought which suddenly struck me l. He knew this private thing about our sex life and he knew it was my ultimate personal privilege – her ultimate submission. Perhaps our most intimate thing, but it’s probably not that usual – not something you’d guess. Yet he KNEW all about it, AND I’m sure he wanted to do it for a purpose- to demonstrate to her his dominance over me.

That’s all very well, but more importantly, it definitely suggests that this wasn’t their first adulterous interaction doesn’t it? Not their first intimate conversation? In fact it was hard to avoid that conclusion, much as I tried to.

I wonder how much detail I should go into? Maybe this should have been a book because there’s so much to be told without making anything up. I’m mindful of the risk of making one ‘story’ too long and boring the reader.

Okay, let’s put the matter of previous stuff I’d yet to find out about on hold. I’ll go into that in future if anyone’s interested.

We had a few months getting over the recent upset. Being quite close it seemed. My friend, (I’ll call him Paul here), had stopped calling round and naturally he and I avoided each other.

One evening I’d promised to be home by 5 but I was late. As I walked through the door she was standing in the hallway in a lovely white outfit with matching handbag and shoes. I could see she’d been to the hairdressers and spent hours doing her make up but she looked angry and showed a side of herself which no one else ever sees. “Where the FUCK have you been you fucking CUNT?”

I was mystified and said so … “You know I’m going out tonight and now I’m late. Give me the car keys!”

I knew no such thing but she insisted I’d agreed a week earlier to her going to meet her old school friend Antonia, telling me that I obviously never listen to her. She wasn’t listening to my reply but rushed past glaring at me, took the car keys and left the front door swinging open.

I heard my car accelerating up the street as I walked in, confused, and started cooking for the kids and I watched tv with them for a while before bed.

When that was done I really started wondering exactly where she’d gone – of course I did!

I found the bedroom and en suite bathroom in total dis array. More than usual. Discarded clothing, damp bath robe and tissues stained with makeup, open pots of all sorts of creams, powders, eye liners and lipsticks with the lids chucked everywhere. A variety of rejected underwear sets and outfits thrown on the bed and bedroom floor.

It was normal for me to clear up this sort of thing after her, but the sheer volume of it was enough to tell me she’d taken a LOT of trouble getting ready. So did the lingering haze of expensive perfume and her open jewellery box on the bed.

In the bin in the bathroom I found a Harrod’s bag and inside that the crumpled wrappings hatay escort of an underwear set, silk stockings and a suspender belt, all by a well known designer lingerie company.

Come on………you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes do you? I started that frantic period of turmoil which every cuckold will recognise. Not sure whether I was more heartbroken or turned on. I started jealously searching her draws and pockets and eventually found a note of directions to a hotel just outside Slough with that days date on it and a room number underlined, all in her handwriting.

As the time went slowly I kept visualising the horror and delicious visualisation of what exactly would be going on in that room right now.

I decided to go to bed and try to sleep and suspend my torture till she got home, but of course I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Now this is truly shameful but I said I’d be truthful- I soon found myself masturbating till I fell asleep.

The next thing is when I saw the lights in the driveway and heard her park the car at about 3.45 am.

I watched her adjust her clothes and walk in with the closest I’ve ever seen to a guilty look on her face. I heard the key in the latch and she walked straight past me into the lounge, where she sat down and lit a cigarette.

Not drunk, but she’d obviously had a drink or two, she reacted to my questions about her visit to her friends house ending so late with little of her usual persuasive and apparently hurt attitude. She gave the right answers but had a little smirk on her face throughout.

One thing which was obvious was her long lovely BARE legs, no longer clad in the expensive nylons she’d gone out in. She stood up and started walking out of the room, saying she didn’t have time for my mad suspicions, but I had to know and I found myself jumping to my feet and just yanking her skirt right up around her waist to confirm my thoughts -and as I thought, she’d come back home with no panties on!

The surreal nature of what happened next is burned into my mind. She made no attempt to pull her skirt down but stood there with a defiant smile on her face which I shall always remember. Only then did I notice in the bright light above her that her usually perfect hair was slightly disarranged and her careful makeup somehow generally smeared round a bit as if she’d been exercising in the gym with her evening clothes on.

She seemed happy for me to stare at her exposed mound which even from a distance had obviously been recently destroyed. The red hair was matted in places with dried semen, and her labia, which are not normally visible without being parted were enlarged and inflamed, standing out from the surrounding pubic hair.

She let me touch it but grabbed my wrist and said, “Gently…I’m VERY sore in there”. Still, she let me put my fingers in, but under her control,since she held onto my wrist.

Her eyes said, “Go on then… satisfy your sick curiosity, but you WON’T like it, and I absolutely don’t give a fuck what you think anyway.”

It was wet inside and she was incredibly stretched. She’d been truthful about being sore because she let out little gasps and screwed her eyes up intermittently. Part soreness certainly, but also reminiscent of the noises she makes when climaxing.

She was enjoying something a lot, whether that was being touched or the more mental thrill of being both caught out and defying me at the same time, I’m not sure.

Certainly she had an unexpected orgasm there and then with her thighs and buttocks shaking uncontrollably and the remarkable sight of goosebumps appearing instantly on both, then disappearing immediately after she’d finished that long, low, purring whimper that comes out when she’s genuinely coming.

When she’d finished she sat back down on the sofa, her skirt now somehow missing altogether,naked from the waist down except for the heels she’d kept on through all that. She crossed her long legs rather in the style of that woman in the film, ( Sharon Stone was it?), and lit a cigarette from her handbag. “No point in hiding these now then” she said, producing her silk panties from the handbag screwed into a ball,and threw them on the floor in front of me. “I rinsed them through in the hotel room but I don’t know whether they’ll wash out.”

There was silence for an age as she sat there finishing her cigarette and looking at me as if I were somehow ısparta escort the guilty party. “I’m not going to bed like this. You’d better go and run me a bath. I’ll be up in a while.”

She came upstairs,threw her remaining clothes on the bathroom floor without speaking and got into the bath. She told me to pick her things up, put them into the laundry basket and get out, which I did.

I came back in a few minutes later and she looked round angrily and said, “Listen…… in future I think you’d better knock before you come in when I’m bathing. Now you’re here though, would you like to wash me?”

I picked up the sponge but she said, “I asked whether you’d LIKE to wash me. If you do then ask me politely.”

I did, and she replied, “Say PLEASE then.” I did say please and she nodded,..but added… “Say THANK YOU then!” Of course I did and she still had enough energy left to enjoy her body being the object of such desire. She got out of the water and stood there as I dried her, and I followed her into the bedroom.

We got into bed and I moved toward her but she gently pushed me away and stroked my face quite lovingly.

“I’m too tired and I’m still very sore from Paul”, (yes it WAS that little bastard then), “but you can wank off if you like.” She made it sound like a very generous compromise on her part.

To round this off, I’m afraid I did what she’d suggested as she turned over on the pillow and drew the duvet over. As an afterthought she said she needed to sleep in after tonight and that I could call in sick to get the kids off to school, and maybe do some laundry but NOT to wake her up hoovering.

She got up at lunchtime and carried on as if nothing had happened! If anything she was more like her old self, generally happy and apparently enjoying being with me. She put her arms round me, kissed me and said, “I really DO love you, you know”.

Over the next few weeks we got on better than we’d done for a long time and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. Our sex life was fantastic as far as I was concerned, and the tension which had crept into our marriage seemed to have disappeared.

As was inevitable,we talked about her affair and she was honest about it, reassuring me that although she was happy in most ways, but explained as gently as possible that I had never satisfied her sexually, and that was why she’d had to go outside for that part of her life.

This wasn’t in one conversation, it was over a few weeks. We talked a lot and she opened up more as it went on. She told me everything without hesitation but when we got onto the question of penis size she became quite flushed and couldn’t look at me at first. Then she took a deep breath and said, “This won’t work unless I’m honest will it? I don’t want to hurt you -I never wanted to hurt you, but to be truthful yes, that IS a factor to me. It’s nice, but it’s quite small really… I mean compared to other men’s……”

“Compared to Paul’s you mean!!!”

Her face was red and for the first time she darted me an angry look,

“Compared to ALL of them actually!”

BANG ……another body blow and in a microsecond I re processed the many examples of suspicious behaviour and clues that I’d chosen to ignore in the past.

This initiated a new tribunal of shocking disclosures, accusation, disgrace and eventual repentance by her.

So numerous and shocking were her revelations of past conduct during this conversation that,whilst they cannot pass without being chronicled, they cannot be included here because they are too numerous. Therefore, I shall set them out in a future addendum to this instalment and submit it separately.

We talked late into the night and discussed the idea of a divorce over the next few days. I must say it was hurtful that she wasn’t as worried about that prospect as me, despite admitting that she’d been the ‘wrongdoer’ in the marriage, right from the outset. Really she acted as if she’d be doing me a big favour by staying with me and this had the desired effect of making me more or less beg her to stay. She used my sense of responsibility to others and my loyalty against me, which she can do because she possesses neither of those things.

Eventually she said, “In future, I’ll just go out sometimes and when I do, just don’t ask where I’m going.”

This was a decision she’d made on behalf of both of us, and it was very clear that no further discussion about it would be entertained.

…And so it was then. The old marriage was over and this would be an entirely new one, with new rules and a new hierarchy. It was destined to last longer than the first and bring great rewards as well as great pain.

The new order took effect from that moment and in due course I shall tell you the remarkable things which followed……

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

@2020 by Brenda Goodwin

(This story deals with fem-dom, sissification, diaper wetting. If that offends you please read something else.)

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“You’re still playing that World of Warcraft game I see. Well, I am going to bed.”

“That’s OK hun, I got a new “white-noise” machine so the noises won’t keep you up. Just put in the earbuds on the side table and I will turn it on for you.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just play on the computer downstairs in the den?”

“George, you know I prefer my computer here in the bedroom. The den is your room. This is a gaming computer. It’s a lot faster than yours. Besides, you just say that so you can lay there and masturbate anyway. So go ahead. I wont be watching what you are doing. I need to concentrate on the game. I am with a group of players on a new quest.”

I decided to try the earbuds to help me relax. “Fuck her anyway. I don’t care,” I thought as I put the little wireless buds in and crawled into our soft king-size bed. I knew we wouldn’t be having any sex anyway. After 35 years of marriage, once she got through menopause her sex drive had completely dried up. I think we fucked maybe two times in the past 3 years.

I wasn’t to bothered by it anyway. After all, I spent the last 15 years traveling for work at least 2 times a month and banging every cute piece of ass I could find. Mostly straight sex but occasionally some kinkier stuff, even visiting a couple of leather clubs in different towns to find some submissive bitch to tie up and fuck. Not to mention a few gals from the different company offices I visited.

I was a VP of sales for a national company and traveled to our offices in about 25 states regularly. I did love my wife but I always had a strong sex drive that she couldn’t keep up with. Gayle was a great trophy wife for years, and we did raise a fine family and all that normal stuff, but we just never had the great sex I desired. Anything other than vanilla, missionary style sex was “weird” to her.

So I slipped under the covers and wrapped a hand around my nice hard 5″ dick and stroked a bit. The noise in the ear buds was like nice soothing waves falling on the beach. I thought of that gal a couple years ago in San Diego. The black haired girl I fucked on the beach there. She did have a hot bod, that’s for sure. Soon I was grabbing the little washrag off the side table and pumping a nice load into it.

I noticed my wife look over and smile as I fell sleep. The next few nights were pretty much reruns. She played her games and I jerked off. A few days later I was stroking but couldn’t stay hard enough to finish. I figured I was just over tired from work, and went to sleep. I wouldn’t have to worry about that much longer. I was now just 10 days from retiring.

The next night was more of the same. WTF! I never had a problem staying hard before. Well, might as well just go to sleep.

“George! George! Wake up damn it”

Gayle was shaking me awake and seemed mad. “What, What time is it? Is the house on fire?” As I pulled out the ear buds, I felt it. The bed was wet under me.

“You just wet the bed. That’s what. Quick get the sheets up before it ruins the mattress. What’s going on? Is something wrong with you. You’ve never done that before. Go clean up while I change the bed!”

I went to the bathroom and stripped out of my wet pajama bottoms and pissed some more. After cleaning myself up I grabbed another pajama bottom and went back to bed. “I’m really sorry Gayle. I think I was dreaming that we were out somewhere and I went to the bathroom to take a leak. That’s when you woke me. I can’t believe I actually peed.”

“Well I will forgive you this time, but if it happens again you are going to the doctors. I refuse to sleep in a wet bed!”

“OK, OK. I’m sure it was just an odd occurrence.”

It happened again 2 nights later and Gayle called and made a doctors appointment with some kind of specialist. She said that she informed them of the wetting and lack of hardness, lol. It was not until next Wednesday.

I got home from work Friday, and greeted Gayle with a kiss as always. Dinner smelled great and she seemed in a good mood. We had our usual evening in. I watched some sports while she did whatever it was she did.

I finally decided it was time for bed and went upstairs to the bedroom. Gayle was playing her game and paused it when I entered. “The bag on the bed is for you. Maybe it will help till we get to the doctor next week.”

I opened it to find a pack of Attends, adult diapers. “What the hell is this all about. I’m not gonna wear these to bed.”

“Then I guess you are sleeping on the couch tonight, because I am not going to roll over onto a wet spot again. And you better put something on the couch so you don’t hurt the leather!”

“Oh fine, I will wear one. You are right. I shouldn’t force you to be uncomfortable too.

“You want help putting it on?”

“I think I can figure it out. I did diaper our kids, remember?”

“OK, gümüşhane escort you go to bed, I’m gonna play a while longer. Don’t forget your earbuds.”

Hoping I wouldn’t be disappointed again tonight, I at least hoped to jerk off before sleeping. I slipped into the bathroom and opened up the diaper and checked the tabs before putting it on. I barely got the last tape in place and felt myself getting hard in the soft folds of the diaper.

I tried to be invisible as I snuck back to the bed. I really didn’t want Gayle to see me in it. Of course she turned around in her desk chair as soon as I appeared and even worse, she seemed to have a strange grin as she saw me.

“Why don’t you model them for me Georgie?” She teased.

Blushing, I wanted nothing of it and quickly got into bed, plugging in my earbuds. I certainly didn’t want her to see that I was tenting out the front of the diaper a bit. It was hard to reach inside and stroke but it felt great rubbing the soft inner material against my dick. I groaned a bit as I came hard into the diaper. Harder than I had in a long time. But, as morning came I was I a very wet diaper. I guess I did need some protection.

Gayle woke me up by pulling my ear buds out. “Looks like my baby wet her diaper pretty good she teased. I think a little even leaked out the side. You better get up and shower. And while you are in there you better shave your crotch as best you can, otherwise you may be more susceptible to a diaper rash. If you want you can use the hair remover cream. That way it wont itch when it grows back.

I read the directions on the Nair and spread it on myself. After waiting the recommended time I hoped in the shower just as it started to burn a bit. It was strange not seeing any hair around my dick after all these years.

Gayle must have heard the shower go off and was suddenly standing there with a towel for me. “Wow, you look good like that, hun. Maybe even bigger,” she said with a smile. After I was dry she led me back to the bed and stroked me until I got hard. “Before I get carried away let’s see if you remember how to lick a clitty George!” She spread her legs and pulled down my head to her crotch. As I licked her for the first time in years, it occurred to me that she was also smooth as a baby down there.

After she came she allowed me to fuck her, but for the first time ever she was on top. Mmm, I thought, maybe I wont be giving up all sex after I retire if she is coning back around to enjoying it again. I soon squirted my load in her, and we both rested a bit before going down to breakfast.

A pretty boring Saturday, although Gayle went out to buy a new dress for the retirement party. We ordered a pizza, watched TV a bit and headed upstairs. Gayle grabbed a diaper from the bag and holding it up, turned to me. “Let me help you with this tonight Georgie!” She opened it up on the bed and told me to get naked. After the mornings sex, I figured OK. If that’s whats turning her on I might as well go for it.

I stripped and laid on the bed over the diaper. She came back to the bed but now had some baby powder and and diaper rash cream with her. She rubbed the cream all around my bottom. She did seem to spend some extra time around my bottom hole. By the time she coated my cock and scrotum I was already getting hard. She playfully slapped at it saying, “none of that Georgie, save it for morning.” Then she coated me with baby powder and tucked my cock between my legs before trapping it there with a snug, and tightly fastened diaper. .

I went to get under the covers and she told me she wasn’t done yet. She reached into a shopping bag she had brought home with her. “After it leaked a bit last night we need another layer of protection. I tried to get you a diaper cover that was plain white but they were all too big for you. This is all they had that would fit you”

She came over to the bed and started to fit a pair of bright pink pantys with rows of ribbon on the bottom and a plastic liner up my legs.

“Do I really have to wear them,” I moaned.

“Yes you do until I can find something else, or you stop waking up wet. Oh they look so cute on you. Like a little baby girl. I should call you Georgia instead.”

When she finished laughing I told her to enjoy it now because after I see the Dr. we will figure this out and this diaper shit will end.

She put my ear buds in and kissed me goodnight and started went to her computer. I thought nothing of it and reached down to play but could hardly feel myself with the added layers. But they felt so nice and satiny. I felt myself stirring but couldn’t quite get hard the way I was tucked down. I soon drifted to sleep listening to the waterfall sounds. They sounded like they were talking to me. I certainly never saw her taking pictures of me before she came to bed.

Sunday morning came and I was totally wet again. It felt kinda nice being wet and the plastic hatay escort panty kept it nice and warm. I was enjoying the feeling and rubbing over the outside of the panty when Gayle woke up and noticed. “Does my baby like her pretty panty?”

“Oh I was just checking if it was dry darling. But it does feel nice and soft.” Why did I admit that damn it.

“Really, well maybe I should get you some nice soft satiny pantys to wear during the day. I bet that now that you are all smooth, they will feel amazing on your skin.”

“No that’s ok. You don’t need to do that. I’m fine with my cotton boxers.” It did sound like fun to wear something soft like that, but what the fuck. I’m a man and will wear boxers as always. I hope I sounded sincere.

I thought we were going to have sex again, after my shower, but I came out to find Gayle already dressed. “I’m going to the grocery and do the shopping Georgia. You can make yourself some breakfast. Do me a favor though. Do the dishes and take care of the kitchen and put a load of laundry in for me.”

Her innocent eyes look told me she really wanted me to help out. “OK, if you insist I will take care of it. I need to do the lawn today too.”

I took care of the kitchen and laundry and was starting the lawn when she pulled into the attached garage. I asked if she wanted help and she just waved me off. When I had finished the lawn I went in and found she had made tuna salad for lunch. I downed a sandwich and a half and a glass of milk and went to shower off the sweat from mowing.

I went to get dressed and found a pair of satiny purple pantys on the bed. They had lace trimming on the leg openings and a lace insert above the crotch. I felt how smooth they were in and out. So soft, I thought. She must have put them out for me so I guess I should please her and wear them. Maybe I will get some more sex if I do. Let’s face it, after I am retired I am not going to get any on the road anymore. I better treat her well so she wants more. I slipped on the panty and some sweats and went downstairs.

“Did you find the present I left you Georgia?”

“Yes, thank you. And I did put them on for you. But please stop calling me that?”

“Calling you what?”

“You know, Georgia.”

“Well sweetheart, you are wearing women’s pantys, and you did have pink frothy pantys over your diaper so maybe George isn’t fitting for you anymore. I kind of like Georgia.”

“Whatever!”

She grabbed me by the ear like a child and said, ‘don’t you whatever me. If you are acting like a baby girl I will treat you like one. Now go finish the laundry.” She gave me a swat on the ass as she sent me off in the direction of the laundry room.

Calling after me she said, “and you should be grateful I took the time to buy you those pretty pantys!”

That evening we went upstairs for bed. She told me to take off my sweats and show her the pantys I was wearing. She ran her hands over the smooth purple satin and my member began to strain at the fabric. “Okay Georgia sweety, up on the bed.”

Fuck. As I got on the bed she grabbed a diaper. “Pantys off girl!”

I slid them off and set my ass on the unfolded diaper. She started with the baby cream and powder. She then slid something she called a booster pad inside the diaper and tucked my semi hard cock back under me again. I was soon pinned tight as she then pulled up the fluffy pink diaper cover again. She took off her clothes and put on a really short baby doll nightie with no pantys and sat in her computer chair and booted it up.

“I want you over here on your knees. Baby girl is gonna lick mommy while she is on line.”

It was certainly a command not a request and I went and knelt before her. She made me back under her desk and before pushing my earbuds in told me to get busy. I always loved the taste of pussy and was soon lost licking to the rhythms in ears. I good tell from her thighs squeezing my head tight and the extra flow of her juices when she came. And she must have cum at half dozen times. My knees were sore and my tongue was tired before I was released from my under desk prison and allowed to go to bed. I could feel that my diaper was already wet as I crawled under the cover and fell asleep.

Monday was a regular work day and nothing unusual happened. I was diapered as usual but didn’t spend time under the desk. I didn’t get to play with myself either, which was something I wanted to remember to do before she secured me so tightly in my diaper.

I showered Tuesday morning and went to dress. As I opened my drawer for a pair of boxers, all I saw was a rainbow of pantys and panty girdles. I grabbed the plainest pair of white ones I could find. Gayle came in as soon as I pulled them up and remarked how good looked on me.

“They will look better if you adjust a bit Georgia. Here let me help you. These are made to fit snug.” She reached in and pushed my dick to the back and popped my balls somehow so ısparta escort they didn’t show and pulled the panty up tight.. “There. That’s how they are supposed to fit. Now get dressed and get to work. I will see you at the restaurant at 2pm.”

“What happened to my boxers? And what id someone notices?”

“Your boxers are all cut up and in the trash. You can get more if you stop needing diapers. As long as I have to put up with a hubby that needs baby diapers, you will wear what I say is that clear?”

“Yes Gayle.”

“And who the hell is going to notice them! Are you planning to run through the office without pants off to celebrate your retirement. I am sure your secretary, Jennifer, would love that.”

“No, I’m doing anything stupid like that.”

“Good! Now get dressed. Coffees ready and I will have breakfast ready in 5.”

“OK. You know I can’t wait to see the new dress you bought for the party. I am looking forward to seeing you in it.”

“Yes, and that’s another reason you need to stay tucked away down there. You don’t want to be tenting your pants at your party when you see me in it.” She headed for the kitchen with a laugh as I finished dressing in my fanciest suit, and then had some breakfast before my last drive to work.

It would be my last day at work and I was looking forward to saying goodbye to old friends and acquaintances. The company was hosting the retirement party for me at a local restaurant. We were basically closing at 1 to give everyone time to get there. I was antsy all morning as the smooth panty girdle was keeping me smoldering in my pants all morning. I was basically cruising the office shaking hands and getting hugs, mostly from the employees that would not be there later. About 20 of the top brass would be there and of course my personal assistant Jennifer. Due to her loyalty, I pushed for her to be allowed to replace me. It was approved and would be announced at the event.

A little about Gayle and myself is probably in order. I was the proof that short guys good rise to the top in the corporate world. At just 5’6 and still only a 28 inch waist I was short and thin. It didn’t take long for my sales ability and some extra efforts to take me up the ladder. I was definitely a go-getter from the start. My boyish good looks never seemed to fade as I still could pass for 50. Sure my hair was a bit long, and I couldn’t grow a beard if I wanted to, but it never stopped me from closing big deals with taller snooty corporate execs I dealt with.

Gayle was 2 inches taller than me without heels on, with a gym toned body. She spent an hour a day at the gym. After all, she didn’t work and needed something to do during the day, especially after the kids were gone. She was a perfect size 8, and had the prettiest eyes ever, and a smile that would make one weak in the knees. Too bad about how menopause affected her. But then maybe she was coming out of that. So,I guess we should both be thanking our late parents for our good genes.

When I got to the restaurant with Jennifer, we went to the bar and Mike, the CEO was there. I went and shook hands and he bought us drinks. We had a little small talk as others trickled in. Just as the hostess was ushering us to the private backroom, Gayle made her entrance. All eyes seemed to turn her ways as she walked over to me wearing a sequined red body-con dress that missed her knees by a few inches. With her 3″ heels she towered over me as we embraced and she leaned down to kiss me. She gave Mike a casual hug, but her hugging Jenifer like a long lost lover almost made me swoon. She finished by giving Jennifer a little kiss on the lips after whispering something in her ear.

So, anyway, we all ended up in the private room for a great lunch and some, thankfully short, speeches in my honor. I got up to speak last. I thanked everyone for their work and dedication to building a great sales force. I finished by announcing Jennifer as my replacement and I think she almost fainted. The hug and kiss I got form her was almost as nice as the severance package I received from Mike.

I had a few more drinks during and after the dinner, and was feeling pretty good. At least until Gayle whispered in my ear to be careful how much I drank. “You certainly wouldn’t want to have an accident in your pantys. And remember you have a Dr. appointment tomorrow.”

We finally said our goodbyes and headed home with Gayle driving, of course. She did mention on the way home that she had invited Jennifer to dinner Saturday.

I wasn’t really in need of dinner after the late luncheon, and booted up my computer in my den. Through the speakers I could hear that same white noise stuff that I listened to at night. I would ask Gayle about it later. I checked some usual stuff, like the stock market and sports scores and thought I might look at some good ole porn. But lets make sure Gayle doesn’t have anything planned.

From the door of the den I called out to her. “Hey honey, do you have anything planned? I want to get some planning and stuff done on the computer. And why do I hear that noise stuff we use at bedtime on here?”

No, I am just gonna play WOW for a while. You should change out of your suit if your going to be lounging around though. And yes, I loaded the program on your computer to help you concentrate. Now come up and change!”

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The following day started like any other Tuesday, and soon I was busy and had forgotten what I had done over the weekend. Shortly after lunchtime, I finished a code review when my phone dinged. It was Pop.

Good afternoon Slut.

I hope you had a lovely evening last night and your day is going great.

I have a few things for you to do today.

What are you wearing today?

I looked around before I responded.

I am at work and wearing maternity pants and a blouse.

He responded right back

Did you remember to wear your butt plug?

I blushed a little and answered

Yes, Pop.

Good slut.

First, go to a restroom, remove your panties, and pull your butt plug out of your ass.

Clean it with your mouth before sitting the plug on the back of the toilet.

Unbutton your blouse and remove your bra, then take a picture of yourself sitting on the edge of the toilet with your legs spread wide.

Slide your fingers into your pussy until they slip freely in and out before tucking your thumb inside your palm and pushing your entire hand inside your pussy.

Get as much of it in as you can, and then take a video of your sliding your hand in and out of your pussy.

You are not allowed to cum, so when you get close, you are to stop.

Take a picture of your pussy with your hand in as far as it will go and another a little further away, showing your tits and face.

After you send me the pictures and the video, you can get dressed except for your panties.

Of course, the butt plug must go back in as well.

Don’t keep me waiting too long, either.

I finished the module I was on and then headed to the restrooms. The women’s room has four stalls along one wall, a small couch, lockers, and a shower. I checked when I entered, and no one was there, so I picked the end stall by the showers and locked the door behind me.

This stall was the dimmest lit of all of them, and I hoped I could get in and out before anyone else came in. I quickly pulled off my pants and panties and pulled and twisted the butt plug until it came out with a plop.

I pushed the plug into my mouth and sat on the edge of the toilet, licking it. While I cleaned the plug, I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and removed it before I unhooked my bra. After removing the bra, and put my blouse back on. I made sure that the blouse was open so my breasts were visible.

I noticed my nipples were a dark red from yesterday and still hurt when I touched them. I took a picture of me sitting on the edge of the toilet with my legs spread before I pushed the first finger inside my pussy.

I was already soaked! I guess the thought of someone coming in and catching me finger fucking myself was turning me on.

I quickly added a second and a third finger and found no real resistance sliding them in and out of my pussy. At this point, my pussy was soaked, making it easy to push the fourth finger inside. After several more minutes of sliding my fingers in and spreading them wide, I tucked my thumb inside my palm and pushed hard.

I had my hand inside me up to my knuckles, so I pulled my hand back out and pushed and twisted harder. I kept that rhythm, trying hard and grunting until I managed to get my hand inside up to the base of my thumb. I had never had anything so massive inside me, and the pressure and pain were almost more than I could take.

I stopped for a minute, trying to give my sore pussy a chance to adjust before I started up again. The pressure was still there, but the pain had dulled a little. As I kept trying to force my hand into my pussy I found that I was breathing very hard, and my clit was standing out like a small dick.

I was so excited.

I kept twisting and making small thrusts until, finally, my hand slid to my wrist inside. I stopped breathing as the feeling of my hand inside my pussy hit my brain. I quickly took the two pictures.

I was so close to an orgasm, but I kept going trying to get right at the threshold before I pulled my hand out when I heard the door to the restroom door open.

Shit, I thought and quickly pulled my hand out of my pussy with a plopping sound.

The sudden removal of my hand also caused me to moan a little.

“Are you ok?” I heard a woman’s voice coming from a couple of stalls down and could hear her heels clicking on the tile floor as she came toward my stall

I pulled the butt plug out of my mouth and answered her.

“I’m ok, thanks for asking,” I said as I struggled to return to a normal position before she got any closer.

“No worries, dear,” the woman said erzurum escort outside the stall door.

I held my breath until I heard her heels clicking towards the front of the restroom and her open and close a stall door. I sat on the toilet, quietly put my bra back on, and buttoned up my blouse.

I pulled the butt plug back out of my mouth and twisted it inside my ass when I heard the toilet flush, and the woman left the stall. I listened to her heels clicking on the tile as she washed her hands and used the hand dryer before leaving the restroom.

I put my panties in my purse and finished dressing before leaving the stall and washing my hands. As I left the restroom, I passed a woman standing in the hall, leaning against a column and reading a journal.

She looked up as I passed, and I noticed her eyes locked on my breasts for a second before she caught my eye and winked. I smiled back and returned to my desk to send the photos and finish the work on my project.

A few minutes later, I got an email from an outside address that said you could get some of the best workplace photos by following the link. I was about to delete the message as spam when I noticed that part of the link had our building name in it.

Curious, I opened the link and was shocked at the photo.

The face of the woman was blurred out, but you could clearly see her breasts hanging out of her blouse, her swollen wide open pussy, and wide spread legs. What shocked me more was the clothes the woman was wearing.

That picture was of me in the restroom right after I had pulled my hand out of my pussy when the woman had entered the room.

I quickly sent a text to Pop.

Did you have someone come into the restroom and take a picture of me?

Sorry Slut, I have no idea where you work, and I had you take pictures.

Why? Pop asked.

I just got an email with a picture of me in the restroom.

My blouse was open, and my breasts were exposed.

While reading the last text, I got another email from the same address.

Meet me at the following address at 5 pm.

Wear what you have on and don’t be late.

I relayed the information to Pop.

Whoever took the picture wants me to meet them after work a few blocks away.

What should I do?

Well, you should go and find out what they want.

If you need help, just let me know, and I will do what I can.

I spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to get out of this. I knew Ken was working another shift and would not be home until late tonight, so I should not have a problem meeting the person and telling them to leave me alone. I decided that would be the best way of dealing with it and left the office a few minutes before 5 pm to meet the mystery person.

The address was about two blocks from the office and ended up being a bar in the middle of a block of small businesses. Working up my nerve, I pulled open the door and entered a dark hallway that led deeper inside the building. I could hear the music beating, and as I got closer to the end of the hall, I could see flashing lights. The music was pretty loud, and there were people all over dancing to the music. Behind the dance floor, I saw the bar and some smaller tables, so I made my way through the crowd at the bar.

“You are not drinking, I hope, sweetie,” the bartender said with a frown. She was a little taller than me, with small breasts and a lithe frame.

“Not on your life,” I told her with a smile. “Can I have a Coke?”

“Sure thing, dear,” she said, smiling back, handing me a Coke before moving down the bar. A few minutes later, she returned, giving me a napkin.

The napkin only had one word on it “Restroom.”

I looked at the bartender, who shrugged her shoulders and pointed to a tall woman walking towards the back.

“She gave it to me to give to you. If you don’t like her, I am sure someone else would be happy to look after you,” she said, giving me a wink.

I thanked her and walked away, wondering how odd the bartender was. As I walked through the crowd following the women who had sent the napkin to me, I noticed several women were looking at me weirdly.

Several women dressed like me so that it couldn’t be my outfit. Maybe it’s because I am pregnant, I thought and pushed it out of my mind as I worried about the mystery woman I was following. I followed her through a set of curtains and found a small sitting room with several women sitting and talking.

Directly across from me was the women’s restroom, and not seeing the other woman, I walked inside.

The room was empty of people and had only a few stalls.

“Hello,” I called. “Anyone here?”

“In eskişehir escort here, dear,” I heard the same voice as in the restroom earlier.

I walked to the end stall and pushed open the door. Inside the stall, I found the woman from the hallway at work sitting on a shelf-like seat behind the toilet. What shocked me was that she was completely nude with her legs spread, showing off her shaved pussy.

I brought my eyes up to meet hers and noticed that both of her nipples were pierced with small hoops. She had average-sized tits and a small tattoo of some script on the inside of her thigh.

“Sorry, I’ll come back later,” I said, backing out of the stall and turning to leave the restroom quickly.

I made it a few steps when I heard her say, “Lisa, if you don’t come back here and do what I tell you, I will email that same picture to your boss, only this time I will not hide your face.”

I slowly turned around and walked back into the stall where she awaited me, leaning against the wall.

“What do you want?” I demanded of her, trying not to look at her nude body.

“Oh, I don’t know yet. I figured we could have a little fun and see where things go,” the nude woman said, smirking as she noticed how I avoided looking at her figure.

“Shut the door and remove your clothes so you can get nice and comfortable like me.”

“I don’t even know your name,” I stalled.

“You can call me Sue,” she said.

“Now do what I told you to do, or I will have no other option than to send the pictures I took to your boss.”

I saw no option but to play along; I sighed and started removing my clothes. When I pulled my bra off, Sue moaned and licked her lips.

When I pulled off my pants, she noticed I was not wearing panties and chuckled. I tried covering my breasts and pussy with my arms and hands.

“Turn around, dear, and let me see all of you. You can also stop trying to cover yourself were all girls here,” she said.

I dropped my hands to my sides and turned around. When my ass was facing Sue, I am sure she noticed the base of the butt plug.

“Wow, you looked fun, but I didn’t know how much earlier. Come over here and kiss me.”

I walked over to her and moved between her legs to kiss. With the toilet in the way, I had to straddle it but found the room seemed designed for what we were doing. I gave her a tentative kiss on the lips and started to pull back when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her lips.

She started kissing me passionately, and before long, I found myself responding and kissing her back. When she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I allowed it in and started sucking on it. I felt her hands leave the back of my head and travel down my back, lightly creasing my skin before switching directions and coming up my sides to cup my breasts gently.

She ran her nails lightly over the sides of my breasts before moving to my nipples, which she tweaked before pushing me away from her.

“See, I am not so bad, am I?” she asked, looking up from my breasts and into my eyes.

I was getting very turned on and breathing harder than before. Sue continued to play gently with my breasts.

“I guess not. Please just tell me what you want. I’m married and don’t want to cheat on my husband,” I told her.

She smiled and ran her right hand over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach moving in circles as she creased my bulging belly before slipping down and running a nail across my clit, which sent shivers through my body.

Holding my eyes with hers, Sue slipped a finger into my soaked pussy, sliding it in and out while her thumb rubbed my clit.

“You like this as much as I like doing this with you,” she said as I started breathing harder as she finger fucked my pussy, slipping another finger inside.

“Please,” I begged her, unsure if I wanted to stop or get me off.

“Please, what?” she said, slipping a third finger inside me.

“Please, stop,” I replied, breathing hard.

“Your body does not want me to stop. Why should I deprive it of what it wants?” Sue smiled and slipped a fourth finger inside my pussy

I was rapidly approaching a massive orgasm and did not have permission. Maybe if I texted Pop, he would let me have one. I backed away, pulling her hand out of my pussy with a sucking sound.

“Please stop. I have to get permission before I can have an orgasm,” I told Sue, taking my cell phone out of my purse.

“You have to have someone else’s permission? From who? Your husband?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No. My husband does not know about the game I am playing,” I said as I typed.

Pop, I found out who sent the picture.

It was the woman who came into the restroom while I was following your directions earlier.

She says gaziantep escort she will not send the picture to my boss if I follow her directions.

I can’t lose my job.

I won’t get another one until after the baby is born.

“So you are playing a game with someone other than your husband. That sounds very kinky. Why would you take that risk, having problems with your husband?” she said, climbing down and moving closer to me.

“No. Yes, I don’t know. It just sort of happened. My husband was not looking at me the same as before I got pregnant, and our sex life had kind of fizzled. It started harmlessly with some advice on fixing my marriage but now seems to be getting out of hand.”

“Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened? I am a good listener, and maybe I can help,” she told me, stroking my hair as I sat on the toilet and started the tale from the beginning. I ended up telling her the whole story leaving nothing out while I waited for Pop to respond.

I had just finished the story when Pop’s response popped onto my phone.

It sounds like you have had an exciting day Slut.

Give the phone to the other woman.

We might be able to reach an agreement.

I reread the message and, looking at the floor, handed the phone to the woman stroking my hair. Sue raised her eyebrow again and took the phone stepping away from me. She typed something and sent it to Pop, and he responded. In between their messages, she read the message history.

“You may want to delete these, dear. If your husband looked at them, your marriage would end in divorce. Who are the guys in the pictures?”

“I don’t know. They were just kind of there,” I told Sue, blushing.

“So complete strangers? Who is the woman you were eating out?”

“That’s Beth. She arranged for the men to use me.”

“She is not the one I am texting right now?”

“No. Beth is one of Pop’s friends, I guess.”

“Interesting,” she said, looking thoughtful.

She got another message from Pop and smiled at me.

“I guess I own your ass for the rest of the evening.” She sent another text and handed the phone back to me so I could read the messages they had been sending.

Hello

Hello, what is your name? Pop asked.

Susann, but everyone calls me Sue. You?

You can call me Pop for now.

That sounds odd, but I can live with that for now. What is going on with Lisa?

I hope you found the Slut entertaining today.

I am sure she told you that we are playing a game.

She is a horny submissive little slut and seems willing to do anything she is told to.

Sometimes she needs a little push.

I have a few rules if you want to play with her.

First, nothing permanent can be done to her.

She can be punished for not following directions but don’t break her skin.

She is pregnant, so nothing that will endanger the child or her.

She wants to keep her marriage and job, so nothing that will let either of them know what is going on.

If she digs in and says no about something, then respect her wishes.

She is only allowed to cum when she is fucked by her husband or with my permission.

Sue responded.

Sound simple enough.

I want to take her for a while and have some fun.

I can live with the restrictions, but I want to make the call if she can cum while she is my toy.

Fair enough, I only have one other requirement, Pop responded.

I want photos and videos of anything interesting she does.

I think I can arrange that, Sue replied

I finished reading the text and looked up at her.

“What were you doing in the restroom at work? I saw you sprawled out on the edge of the toilet.”

I explained the instructions I had been given and what I was doing when she entered the restroom.

“So you managed to get most of your hand inside yourself?” she asked.

“All of it, actually. The last push I did right before I heard you come in, I got it inside to my wrist. That reminds me, how did you get that picture? I had pulled my hand out when I heard you enter.”

“Well, I have a confession to make. I waited a few minutes after I saw you enter the restroom and snuck in behind you. I heard what I thought were you undressing, so I waited a few minutes and peeked through the cracks.

“To say I was surprised is an understatement. I always thought you were adorable, and seeing you trying to force your entire hand into your pussy was incredible. I knew then that I wanted to have you, so I took pictures and went to the door.

“You were so engrossed that I didn’t want someone else finding you. Some women there would not have been as understanding as I am. I made a lot of noise, so you had time to stop fingering yourself. The rest, you know,” she told me, smiling.

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In addition to the really nice picnic lunch that Irene had prepared for us, I had also brought along a couple of small beach umbrellas. My intent to provide a little shade, but more importantly to perhaps give us a little privacy as well from prying eyes. Provided of course we could even find a semi-secluded spot away from anyone else.

I liked the fact that the access gate to the walkway running down a flight of steps to the beach was key-coded. I knew the code of course, soon giving us access as we descended down the short flight of stairs between extravagant, expensive looking beach houses. Bella just shook her head as we did that.

“Only in America,” she mused. Moments later we had reached the expanse of sand stretching out towards the ocean. The beach was pristine in its appearance, and few others were even there as we strolled down towards the water, putting some distance between us and the last home as we sought a nice place to set up. Only one other couple approached, but they were simply taking a stroll through the lapping waves of the ocean as we placed our umbrellas down and spread out our large beach towels. We watched them pass, they in turn smiling and nodding their heads at us, no doubt wondering as they did. Bella of course wearing her almost non-existent red bikini, nipples clearly straining against the thin material. Beyond that, there was only one other couple who had likewise tossed down some towels a bit further up the beach. And they were currently out standing in the water enjoying the coolness of it holding one another.

“Maybe they’ll give us a show later,” I wondered.

“Or maybe…we’ll give them one!” Bella mused already reaching behind herself, undoing the top she had on. In seconds, her beautiful full breasts spilled free. She again laughed to herself however.

“What?”

“I just think it’s funny. Here we are…on a private secluded beach, and even then I can’t sit here entirely naked.”

“It’s not France,” I reminded, but had to agree with her. It was silly. Especially when you had private access, meaning that even cops couldn’t come in here unless they were summoned to do so. I could understand to some extent the pretense of decency perhaps. But with no underage kids even in sight, it seemed sort of ludicrous that we couldn’t do that, even here. I leaned over adjusting our umbrellas against the sun. It was already warming up considerably, promising to be another hot California day here. “Water?” I asked reaching into the cooler/basket we’d brought along with us.

“Yes please…great idea!” Bella said accepting a nice cold bottle from me as I handed it to her, taking one for myself.

I twisted the cap removing it, drinking from it as I looked over. What I saw caused me to spew the little I’d just sipped. Laying on her side facing me, she had lifted one leg slightly, simultaneously reaching down to easily slide the wisp of material barely covering her pussy off to one side. She had placed the cold bottle of water between her legs instead, inserting the short neck of it inside herself.

“Hmmm, now that feels nice!” She literally purred, holding the bottle against her cunt, enjoying the coolness of it as she held it there just inside her pussy. “One of the reasons I like ice on occasion,” she informed me. “Very stimulating. But especially out here on a nice hot day…this feels very nice. Too bad the bottles so big around though, otherwise I could get a lot more of it inside me.”

I was still mesmerized by the fact she was holding a bottle of water between her legs, not quite fucking herself with it, just holding it…but even the thought of that was already sending signals down to my crotch. Just then I glanced up, saw the couple who’d walked past us a short while ago coming back the other way. Bella saw them too of course, but continued to lie on her side facing me. I was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing to herself with the water, but even the thought of that aroused me even more. I was now sitting there with a full-blown erection.

“Nice way to cool off my hot little cunt,” she giggled as the couple continued their approach.

“Yeah, you’re lucky. The necks too thin for me to stick my dick down the neck of one of those…imagine that might feel pretty good too.”

“You bring a knife?”

“I think there’s one in the basket yes…why?”

“Hurry up and drink some,” she said accepting the knife from me. I did so as she took back the bottle beginning to cut it. “Now…dig a hole…right here,” she said deep enough to put this in,” she instructed. “And hurry, they’ll be passing by us again in a minute or so.”

I had scooped out enough sand to accommodate the bottle of water as Bella gingerly packed it back around the bottle. She was grinning. “Ok, take your cock out, roll over, and stick it in here,” she told me.

I knew better than to argue with her, and besides, as weird as it was, I actually found her suggestion and idea intriguing. Quickly lowering my swim trunks just enough to expose my dick, placing artvin escort myself over the hole we’d created, though containing the bottle filled with icy-cold water. I just managed to slip my prick into the hole, laying fully down on it now hidden away as the couple approached. Bella had likewise managed to just reinsert her bottle back inside herself and much like me, rolling over on it, the bottle secretly hidden beneath her now closed legs.

“Hi,” she called out, suddenly garnering the couple’s attention. Something I hadn’t been expecting or really prepared for when she did that. They began angling over towards us, Bella now lifting up, resting her upper torso on her elbows. And though a good portion of her breasts were now revealed to them, hanging down as they were, her nipples were just kissing the material of the towel beneath her. “Nice day isn’t it?” She asked as they drew next to us. Me laying there trying to look nonchalant, likewise resting on my own elbows now, hoping that my stance didn’t appear too obvious. The sensation of the cold water surrounding my hard stiff cock buried down in the sand surprising. It felt good. And rather than lessening my erection because of it, if anything…it became even firmer, especially looking at Bella laying there, knowing where her bottle was, and now having a couple standing right there in front of us.

“Very nice,” the woman spoke. I figured the couple to be in their early to mid forties perhaps. “We enjoy coming here as often as we can, we’ve got the second house heading up the beach,” she informed us.

“Nice place,” Bella responded rolling over slightly looking. As she did, she revealed even more of her breasts to them, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed as the gentleman standing with her took notice.

“Thank you,” he answered still looking, smiling a bit. “We like it, though I must say we envy the two of you.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” Bella said sitting up a bit more, just enough that her full breasts dangled provocatively for a moment. Watching that, I felt my cock throb inside the cold water, getting a bit of a sadistically wicked thrill as it did that.

“We very often come out here in the early morning for a walk along the beach…usually naked ourselves. Not many people around here that are upset by that, unless their kids are here of course. Wish we were doing that now.”

“So why aren’t you then?”

“Because this time…we did bring our son with us, along with two of his friends. They’re still at the house, eating a late breakfast. Not sure our son would be too thrilled about seeing me naked,” the woman said though the man chuckled.

“Don’t be too sure about that Debra,” he said calling her by name. “I remember being his age once, though I don’t think he would care too much having his buddies gawking at you. You however…” he said speaking to Bella. “Will no doubt draw some attention once they realize you’re here,” he cautioned us. “I just hope they don’t annoy you too much, or become too terribly obvious when they see you. We’ll try and warn them off ourselves for you, but with those beauties on display, don’t say we didn’t warn you,” he laughed.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I said in response to that, though now not too terribly excited about having a bunch of horny teenage boys hanging around us.

“Oh, and one more thing. You might try just digging a hole, pouring water in that. Even the wet sand feels pretty good too,” he told me. I know my eyes had grown pretty wide laying there. Bella burst out laughing.

“Guess we weren’t quite quick enough,” she said.

“Saw you digging the hole, and since you’re sort of laying over it at the moment, had a pretty good idea what you were doing. Like I said…we come here a lot, isn’t much we haven’t done or tried ourselves,” he said grinning, and then pawed his crotch a bit. It was evident he was becoming aroused standing there looking down at Bella’s very exposed breasts. “Come on dear…let’s go back, I suddenly have an itch that needs scratching.”

That was when Bella rolled over completely, thus exposing the fact she had a bottle currently sticking inside her pussy. “Guess I’d better hurry up with this then,” she said boldly glancing up at the two of them.

“Hmm, have to try that one,” Debra said looking down. “We do have bottled water in the fridge still don’t we honey?”

“If we don’t…I’m sure as hell going to the store to get some!”

“Here’ take mine,” Bella said slipping it out of herself, tossing it to them. “My treat…we have plenty more where those came from.”

They both laughed at that, thanked us again…and then began heading back off towards the house.

“So much for privacy once the boys discover we’re out here then,” I mused a bit sullenly watching the interesting couple move off, though I now sat up removing my semi flaccid cock from my not so secret hole in the ground.

“Then you’d best hurry up and fuck me while you still can,” Bella told me. I looked around aydın escort once again, though the beach was still pretty much deserted save for the other couple still standing out in the water. But that was when we both noticed, they seemed to be doing a lot more than just standing in it. “See? Even they’re doing it…just out in the water. So…we can either go out and sort of join them, or just do it right here. Which one would you prefer?”

I slid off my trunks tossing them aside.

“Good choice.”

**

As she lay back on the towel having removed her own bikini bottoms now, I positioned myself between her legs, uncaring of the fact that the couple standing out in the water could see what we were doing…or about to do anyway, as easily as we could see them.

“Stick that other umbrella in the sand between your legs,” she told me just before I got ready to slide my cock inside that very inviting pussy of hers.

I turned looking back, realizing the couple was indeed watching us, though doing as she’d told me, effectively placing the umbrella just over my ass. “Surprised you don’t want them watching us, thought you’d enjoy that.”

“It’s not that,” she chuckled as I repositioned myself once again. “And they’re more than welcome to watch us doing it if they want to in fact. I just didn’t want you getting your ass sunburned,” she grinned. “I don’t think that ass of yours has seen the light of day for over a millennia!”

In seconds however, the thought of any of that faded away as I filled Bella’s luscious pussy with my cock, sliding in and out with an ever growing rapidity that soon had the two of us panting and gasping for breath as she came, and then as I did. I pulled out, taking delight in the white messy sauce that leaked from her cunt, dripping down onto the beach towel.

“Hand me another bottle of water,” she grinned. “As much as I love the feeling of your cum dripping out of me…out here, it’s apt to curdle and I’m not so inclined to sit here smelling like the ocean if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, handing her another bottle as she douched herself with it, rinsing her pussy out, once again sticking it inside, curling up on her back literally emptying the bottle inside herself when she did. She then surprised me further, doing a kip-up, suddenly standing just like that. I was needless to say, very impressed. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”

About then however we heard laughter and saw movement a short distance away along the beach. Three fairly tall good-looking young men were running along the edge of the surf, throwing and chasing a Frisbee. “Ah oh…I bet that’s the boy and his two friends,” I said quickly slipping back into my trunks again, as Bella did, though she did so a bit more slowly than I had. Already they had seemed to zero in on us however, continuing to move slowly in our direction. “Well…good thing we had a little fun anyway,” I said a bit dejectedly. “Once they get a look at you, I think any hope for continued privacy or intimacy will be a thing of the past.”

Sure enough, the boys seemed to settle in, throwing their Frisbee around, chasing it not too far at all from where we were sitting. Once, it actually landing close enough to where we were, though I had my suspicions one of them had tossed it further than he should have. I reached out, tossing it back easily.

“Nice throw…wanna play with them?”

“Very funny. No…not really,” I said finding myself beginning to become irritated. It was obvious now they wouldn’t be going away any time soon. Even in her bikini, Bella proved to be too tempting to ignore, the boys no doubt hoping to see a little more beyond what she was already showing them.

“No…I mean play with them another way,” she said continuing to look on. I had seen that look before, and knew that, that wicked evil mind of hers was working overtime again.

“And just what is it that you’re up to?” I had to ask, to which she chuckled.

“Wondering if you’d care to make another bet.”

“Remind me never to take you to Vegas with me,” I answered her back, then adding. “What kind of bet?”

She was obviously still thinking, mulling it over in her mind, and then smiled. “Let’s just say whoever wins gets to enjoy one hell of a wild night of pure decadence…no matter what it is.”

I liked the sound of that, but I was of course still hesitant. “Ok, but what’s the bet itself?”

“I’ll bet you, that I can have all three of those boys peeing on me.”

I laughed. “Yeah right…where?”

“Right here…on the beach,” she stated easily. I couldn’t imagine it however, there was no way she was going to be able to convince three boys to actually stand here and urinate on her.

“Ok, it’s a bet,” I said though something told me almost immediately I’d already lost it. Bella stood, giving them a pretty good view of her bikini clad body.

“Stay here. In a couple of minutes you’ll hear me scream. Don’t worry…I’ll only be acting balıkesir escort and thrashing about for a bit. When I start doing that, count to three…and then come running. I’ll need you to help support me as I come limping out of the water. Oh, and hand me some of those strawberries Irene packed for us to munch on.”

I did so, curiously, and watched as she then rubbed several of them on the back of her ass, the strawberry juice slightly staining her rump a little.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ll see,” she said wiping off her hands as she slowly began strolling down to the water. “Just remember…when you hear me scream, count to three, slowly…and then come running.”

Not too unexpectedly, the three boys paused in their Frisbee play, watching this sexual goddess as she strolled down to the edge of the water, slowly wading in. She appeared to be cooling herself off, splashing water over herself. Watching her do that wasn’t cooling me off that’s for damn sure, having just the opposite effect. I was actually so engrossed in watching her, that it took me a second more than it should have when I heard her suddenly scream, spinning about in the water, even falling, still yelling, and then standing again, one hand holding her back side. And I noticed as she did that, one of her breasts was now fully exposed having fallen out of her bikini top, though she completely ignored it. And though I also had my suspicions she’d somehow managed to do that herself. I ran towards the water, noticing as I did…all three boys were going to get there long before I did.

Sure enough they reached her, though she immediately and seemingly grateful, accepted their help. Throwing one arm around each one of the boy’s shoulders as two of them began helping her out of the water, one boy straggling behind slightly as I reached them. Bella limping, seemingly in excruciating pain.

“What happened baby?” I asked worriedly, and for a moment almost was worried, until I saw her wink at me quickly, and then began wailing again as though in agony.

“Fucking jelly fish!” She cried out. “I got stung damn it…on my ass!”

It was really hard holding in a smile. “Let me see babe,” I said walking around behind her where the other boy was likewise inspecting the supposed damaged spot.

“Nasty welt,” he offered. “Been stung myself before too, hurts like hell.”

“Yes it does!” Bella exclaimed as the boys continued moving along, helping her over to where our towels were. “And there’s really only one thing for it,” she said eyeing me, and then looking back towards the three boys, though their eyes were more clearly focused on her exposed breast, which Bella of course in her agonizing pain, had completely forgotten about. “Amonia…I need you guys to pee on my ass and take the sting away.”

They all looked at one another, but it was obvious they were reluctant to help out a damsel in distress, even a sexy looking one. I was beginning to think I just might win this bet after all.

“Please!” She cried out desperately again now looking at me. “Come on David…you start, this fucker stings like you have no idea!” She said actually managing tears now. Still, none of the three boys made any movement to join in helping her. Though none of them were leaving either. And it was about that time the other couple came running up to us, asking what had happened.

“Jelly Fish,” I told them.

“You need someone to pee on it,” he told her as though just having come up with the idea himself.

“Yeah…I know that. But so far, I don’t see too many chivalrous Knights willing to take on that challenge,” Bella said with a painful looking grimace on her face.

“Here I can…” the young girl stated as she suddenly untied her bikini bottoms dropping them. “Roll over onto your belly,” she told Bella.

Bella looked at me, obvious surprise in her eyes, but a smile on her lips too. I was merely stunned, now seeing the shaven pussy of the young woman as she prepared herself to help Bella out.

“Let me take mine off first,” Bella quipped. “I don’t want them getting ruined, just bought this bikini recently,” she said, and then seemed to notice her tit was hanging out too, and simply removed that. “Ok, go ahead…do it. Pee on me.”

Suddenly, five guys stood there forming a semi-circle as the cute little blonde with a very sexy little body on her, squatted over Bella’s reddened ass…and began urinating on her.

“Well I’ll be go to hell,” one of the boys said, perhaps not realizing he’d just verbally expressed his thoughts. Though I had stood there thinking pretty much the same thing myself, and now wondering…”had I still won the bet?”

**

Unfortunately, the girl didn’t have a lot of piss to give her, try as she might. And Bella sensing that, taking advantage of it perhaps immediately cried out for more. “Not enough! Not enough! That helped, but I need more…more. Please, please somebody else! Pee on me!” And then the boyfriend stepped up, and then I did. And then three very nervous, but suddenly now very brave boys all took their cocks out. And as one, we began hosing down Bella’s cute, sexy looking…perfectly fine ass together. It was like the Fire Brigade had finally shown up at a three-alarm fire. Five guys pissing all over Bella’s sweet sexy looking ass as she lay there with the biggest fucking smile on her face I had ever seen.

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My wife Kathryn and I were into roleplaying games. We would join a group of friends to play the game for an evening. Often we would flirt and have a bit of foreplay in character so that by the time we got home we would be hot and horny and have some of our best sex.

“Have you decided on a character for tonight’s game?” I asked Kathryn.

“Rick suggested a character race for me. So I’m going to try it.” she answered. Rick was our group’s dungeon mater (DM). What the DM said during a game went.

I made up an elf character for the game. Kathryn has a thing for elves and I was hoping to get her going during the game. I asked Kathryn what she was going to be playing, but she wouldn’t tell me.

As we were leaving I notice Kathryn was wearing a sexy little black dress the hugged every curve of her body. “wow, are you wearing that just to go role playing?” I asked. She just grinned, picked up her dice and headed out the door.

We arrived at Rick’s house for the game. There was another couple, Phil and Janet joining tonight’s game. şişli escort Rick noticed Kathryn’s dress and commented on how good she looked. Rick’s wife, Wanda and Kathryn had been friends since high school. To my surprise Wanda wasn’t at tonight’s game. She was away on a business trip. Kathryn didn’t seem surprised.

We started playing. I described by character as an elven archer and Phil was playing a halfling rogue. Both Kathryn and Janet said they were giants from a nomadic tribe that didn’t wear clothing. Rick quickly said he’d give them each enough experience to level up if dressed in character. Kathryn and Janet looked at each other and the next thing I knew their clothes were coming off. I was instantly hard seeing my wife take her clothes off in front of our friends and seeing Janet naked was a trill. I’d been imaging what she’d look like naked since I met her.

I wasted no time and started flirting in character. Phil followed lead and started flirting with both Kathryn and tuzla escort Janet. Kathryn laughed at both of us and said an elf and a halfling won’t have anything big enough to satisfy a giant. Janet quickly said, “yeah, Phil is barely big enough in real life to satisfy me. His little halfling doesn’t have a chance with my giant character.

We played a bit longer and our party ended up at an inn. When we entered Rick described a muscular male giant who was standing at the bar. Rick described him as “very MALE”. Kathryn giggled and said, “very male sounds like what I’m looking for.”

It finally dawned on me that Rick had suggested this naked giant character for Kathryn and I wondered if he had suggested it for Janet as well. I was getting angry, but I couldn’t say anything, because the main rule of the group was no arguing with the DM. So I excused myself and went to the washroom just to get out or the room long enough to calm down.

When I reentered the room, Kathryn was describing pendik escort her character giving the male giant a blow job. Rick said, “if you act it out I’ll give you enough experience to level up again.”

Kathryn got up and walked over to Rick. As she did, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a monster cock. Kathryn paused for a moment when she saw it and said, “that’s at least twice the size of Joe’s.” I was angry that she had just said that in front of our friends, but it was true. Before I could react, my wife was swallowing my friend’s cock right in front of me.

Janet wanted some of the giant cock as well and both women sucked and licked Rick’s cock until he finally told them to bend over the couch. He stood behind and standing pounding them doggy style. He started with Kathryn and went back and forth between both women. When rick finally cam he was deep inside my wife. Phil and I just sat there stunned. We couldn’t believe we had just sat there and watched at Rick fucked both our wives.

When we got home I wanted to fuck, but Kathryn said she wouldn’t be able to feel my little cock not that Rick stretcher her.

We’ve had several game nights since then and Rick has fucked Kathryn at each one. I’ve only been allowed to fuck her once since and the entire time I was in her, she told me how much bigger Rick’s cock is and how it is so much more satisfying.

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Have you ever learned a truth that changed the meaning of your entire life? Could the fact that they found life on Mars change your beliefs? That is probably not relevant enough to have any effect on you. How about finding out the secret that you are actually the grandson of Ronald Reagan? That could alter the way people see you but not by a lot. I learned a truth that was way more influential and unpredictable than both of these examples.

It was my second month in Glenn Heights. I had changed many cities since starting college but none of them were as upscale as this one. The streets were full of BMW, Mercedes, Lexus, and etc. SUVs. It was a visibly “Karen” neighborhood, with pompous, entitled blonde women. I was worried about looking out of place but then again I had earned the right to live here, albeit in a small apartment, through hardwork.

The chain of events that led to the surprise fact that changed my life started at the local Safeway store. I went in dressed up as neatly as possible and looking like a professional who is taking a break from his sophisticated work. There were many elder women and men either retired or in the process of, along with some raucous, spoiled groups of teenagers who snuck out of school. Men at my age usually didn’t show up here at this hour as it was not after work yet. I could because I was working from home. I first went to produce to pick some vegetables, then eggs, then meats.

At the meat section I happened to see an attractive blonde probably 6′ tall. She did not pay attention to me as I passed behind her. She was wearing a light yellow tshirt, black leggings, and white tennis shoes with no-show socks. Her hair had a gorgeous color and was shiny like the sun. So as not to appear ghetto, I tried ignoring her and focused on what I was trying to get. With some hesitation I grabbed the cheapest pack in the freezer. Yes I was earning okay but not enough to afford tri-tips. I moved on to the baking aisle.

I love baking so I grabbed some flour, baking powder, and instant yeast. I went around the end to the cereals aisle. And there she was again looking at cereals. She still didn’t pay attention. I looked around to other things and started waiting until she finished at the shelves I was planning to look, but she was absorbed with the boxes and didn’t look like was going to move any time soon.

After a minute or two I started hearing mumbling. She was talking to herself! From what I could make she was reading the ingredients: “Corn, wheat, starch, magnesium.. why can’t they explain what these are. How about this one: rice, barley, corn starch, potassium what??” Her image in my mind changed all of a sudden from a rich blonde girl to a middle-class nutjob.

In another minute or two, all of a sudden she turned to me and started talking like worked there: “Excuse me, I am trying to figure this out and it is driving me crazy. I have peanut allergy. Do any of these ingredients have peanuts? Like it says potassium disulphate or something. Is that related to peanut?”

I smiled. “Umm, no potassium is just a preservative here. We can check the bottom. This one says peanut allergy safe. Did you see?” I said.

She said, “Ohh silly me! I didn’t read the bottom! Thank you so much! I spend so much time trying to find safe food it is crazy. I can’t eat in any small restaurants around here. Not sure how they prepare. Do you cook at home? I see you bought a lot of ingredients?”

“Yes, I like cooking,” I said. “Also, I am new here so I don’t know which restaurant is good.”

“Oh cool! I suck at cooking. Wish I had my mom’s skills but oh well she takes care of our meals. I want to try different foods too though. What do you usually cook?”

“Not really crazy stuff but like fettucini, lasagna, and I bake pizza.”

“I love pizza!” she said, most likely not even knowing what the others meant. “I’d love to try the other ones too. Do you live by yourself?”

“Yes, I am staying in an apartment,” I replied, to set the expectations right.

“Cool! Well welcome to the area. My name is Sarah,” she said while to my surprise extending her hand for a shake.

I held her hand and replied, “Nice to meet you. I am David,” with a smile.

“Nice to meet you as well. I am just chilling today. I finished my morning workout and will be going to Starbucks in a bit. Well, see you around, David,” she said with a smile.

Her blue eyes were mesmerizing. “Bye,” I could just reply.

I continued my shopping, but with her in my mind the whole time. Then I got angry at myself for not offering to buy her a cup of coffee. Next six days I was occupied with work. I did not get a chance to see Sarah again but was thinking of her the whole time. I decided to go the day I was off to Starbucks around that time we met and offer her a cup of coffee.

So I went to Starbucks exactly after a week, got a tall coffee, and sat next to the door watching the way to the door. After an hour, by 11:15 AM she still hadn’t showed up. “I guess she is not coming today,” I thought tekirdağ escort to myself. I was getting ready to go when I saw her walking towards the store. I rearranged the table to make it look like I had just arrived or something. She opened the door with a thoughtful expression, unawares that I was waiting right next to it.

As she walked in I stood up and said, “Sarah, what a surprise!”

She was startled for a moment but then recognized me and smiled. “David, right? How are you? Nice to see you again,” she said.

“I am good thanks! I decided to get a coffee too today. Can I treat you one? What do you like?”

“Ohh, you don’t have to do that,” she said, but I insisted so she agreed. I bought her a frappuccino and we sat around my table.

“So, have you explored around yet?” she asked and I told her I was busy with work and would appreciate her suggestions. We started chatting about this and that. She was 25 years old, 2 years younger than me, had finished college 2 years ago, and right now was just staying home enjoying life. I figured her family to be richer than I had imagined.

In the next couple weeks we hung out together on my off days. She actually came to my home few times to try my food and loved it. We did not become lovers. She did not give any signals that she wanted me so I acted civil, although I masturbated thinking of her. We worked out and even played squash together a couple times, during which she sometimes took off her shoes to dry out her socks, upon which I tried hard to hide my bulge.

Finally, after 3 weeks of hanging out together with no serious attempts, came a moment when she said something that excited me. “Today I want to take you somewhere,” she said playfully, “I would like to take you to meet my friends.”

“Sure, I would love to,” I said, but I blushed for some reason. The way she told me made me feel there was something special to it. Maybe I wanted to believe that we were getting serious.

“There is one requirement though,” she said more playfully and giggling, “You need to be blindfolded when you meet them.”

That surprised me. I furrowed my eyebrows and playfully asked with a Tom Cruise smile, “Why?”

“I and the girls have an agreement. We will not let each others’ friends learn where we live. You trust me right? Don’t worry, I won’t sell you!” she said finishing with a laugh.

Yes, I trusted her. Why should I not? She was blonde, beautiful, and from rich family. We got into her white Cadillac Escalade, she blindfolded me with a pretty scarf and told me not to touch it. We drove slowly to some place fifteen minutes away. She got out of the car first then helped me out, and together we walked to the house. She knocked on the door.

The door opened cautiously and all of a sudden there were girly screams and cheers. “Ohh my god you brought him!” one of the other girls said with joyful amazement in her voice.

“Yep, here he is,” said Sarah with self-satisfaction.

“Ohh, he is handsome!”, said another girl.

We stepped inside. Sarah said, “The one on the left is Kyla, the one on the right is Judy.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too!” they giggled together.

“Okay, let’s have a seat then,” said Sarah.

We sat around the dining table. My eyes were still blindfolded. We chatted randomly for a few minutes.

Then Sarah said, “We are going to play a game now. Are you all ready?”

“Yes we are!” said the girls.

“I guess I am too,” I said shily. They giggled.

“Okay, here are the rules,” started Sarah with an authoritative voice. “We will put an object in front of your nose and you have to figure out what it is.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

There were sounds of them rushing to get the objects and their giggles for a while. Then Sarah said, “Here is the first object.”

I felt the existence of an object something in front of my face. I sniffed it. “Hmm, so familiar,” I said, “ahh of course. Colgate toothpaste!”

“Pretty good start!” Sarah said. “Okay, second item.”

I sniffed. “Teabag!” I said.

“Correct! Two in two. Well, it is going to get harder. Here is the next one.”

I heard the wrinkling of plastic bag. “Hmm, some kind of nuts. Almond?”, I asked.

“Close. Pumpkin seeds,” Sarah said. “Next one.”

I heard a container being open and something cold was held in front of my nose. “Sour cream,” I said.

“Nope, Swiss Cheese,” she replied. Girls giggled. Sarah took a moment. I heard soft knocks from the floor. “Okay, Here is another,” she said.

This time I could feel the item was bigger. It radiated some warmth and had a pungeant scent. “Popcorn,” I said. Girls giggled louder this time.

“Nope, guess again,” Sarah said.

“Cheese pizza,” I said.

“Nope. One last guess,” Sarah responded.

“Err, Cheetoes?” I said timidly.

Sarah and the girls laughed. “It is my shoe!” she said, “I just took it off! Okay, one last one.”

For tokat escort this they wanted me to sit sideway so I did. It took a minute for them to bring the object. This time the stink was unmistakable. “Parmesan cheese!” I said.

They all laughed very hard. The object fell on my lap. “Touch it, you will find out,” said Sarah.

I gently held the object in both hands. It was cylindrical. It felt like a big warm salami in a wrap but flat and softer at the bottom. I moved my hands on it towards myself and felt that it got narrower. The shape started to materialize in my mind. Finally I reached the toes and got assured. “It’s a foot,” I said. They giggled.

“Yes, that is Kyla’s. Smells strong doesn’t it? Why don’t you hold it to your nose and take another sniff,” Sarah said this time more seriously.

With my heart beating faster I lifted Kyla’s foot to my nose and sniffed her toes. As I said, it smelled like permesan! I got an instant erection.

Sarah said, “Girl, your feet reek! What did you do?”

Kyla said, “I didn’t shower for 5 days and I wore the same socks for 6 days.”

Judy said, “Can I take a sniff?” After sniffing she said, “Ewww, omg Kyla!!”

Sarah said, “Okay girls, are you ready?”

They said, “Uh-huh.”

Upon that the girls started moving around. Sarah’s voice now changed to something more serious. “We are going to play another game, David, but for this we need to tie you up a bit. You are okay with that, right?” she asked more rhetorically than literally.

I said, “Okay, I guess?” Kyla took her foot off my lap. In a few seconds I felt them put a strap over my left wrist.

“Go around twice,” Sarah was telling Judy as they were strapping my arm to the chair. Then they did the same to my other wrist and then to my ankles.

“Okay, now we are going to lay you down. Don’t be scared,” said Sarah. Sarah talked to Judy, “Get a couple of pillows from the sofa.”

Judy asked, “Do we need to pull them out later?”

Sarah said, “I think we can keep them there, what do you think?”

Judy said, “Okay.” I heard ruffles of pillows placed on the floor.

This followed by hands holding on to the back and legs of my chair. “On a count to three,” said Sarah and once she counted to three I felt motion.

At first it was fast, then slowed down, for a split moment I stopped at 45 degrees, then felt I was freefalling. Before I realized what happened, my head and the back of the chair hit the pillows. I got dizzy.

“Ooops, sorry. We were trying to lay you down gently but you slipped off!” said Sarah.

“Uhhh I’m fine,” I said.

Sarah then told one of them, “Quick, put that chair here.” I heard a chair moving and stopping right before my head. “Have a seat here,” said Sarah to one of them. It was amazing to me how she orchestrated everything.

Soon smooth, stinky soles landed on my face. They were Kyla’s. “Here, David, take a deeper sniff,” she said sultrily as she rubbed them to my face. As her smooth soles kneaded my face I deeply inhaled their luscious scent. She rubbed her toes on my nose then my lips. My penis was hard and I tried humping in my chair involuntarily.

Then she put her toes between my lips and said, “Here, taste them.” I licked the bottom of her toes. The flavor was similar to parmesan as well. I had never experienced such pleasure. I shivered with lust. She giggled with excitement.

“It is going good,” said Sarah with a desiring tone, “David, open your mouth wide!”

Kyla pushed her foot into my mouth and moaned. The incoming foot stretched first my lips and then my cheeks wide. I never had something this big in my mouth before. The flavor of her stinky sweat diffused into my mouth. As a reaction, the glands under my tongue generated copious amounts of saliva, which coated her foot. Her foot was halfway in my mouth shortly. Its flavor started to be infused into my tongue, cheeks, and even throat.

I was inhaling deeply from my nose, but that was frequently interrupted by the need to swallow the mixture of sweat and saliva. I felt Kyla was shaking a bit. My eyes were still blindfolded so I could not see what was happening but from her moans it seemed like she was rubbing her own tits. Or maybe the other girls were doing it for her? The idea just occurred to me that they could be satisfying each other there while I was sucking on her foot.

“Ohh, I can feel it!” cried Kyla all of a sudden.

“How is it?” asked Sarah?

“Mmmm it is some tingling sensation at the tip of my toes, similar to those on nipples,” answered Kyla.

Then she pushed her toes deeper. One or two touched the back of my throat. My inhaling started making a whizzing sound. The saliva intensified and I swallowed frequently, but somehow the little oxygen I got in between was sufficient.

“Let me check,” I heard Sarah say. I felt fingers on my chin followed by yanking of it to the right and left. “Not yet,” she said, sounding like a dentist checking on anesthesia.

Kyla trabzon escort was inhaling deeply as if giving birth. Her toes got pushed further in. The whizzing got louder. Saliva mixed with the sweat of her foot kept running into my thrachea. I felt dazy and hazy. It was as if my brain was floating on a river. Was this the effect of oxygen or her foot’s flavor?

Then Kyla did one more push along with a loud moan. I felt my neck expand in a sensation I never had before. My throat was completely blocked. I felt like my neck had gotten twice as thick!

“Ohh my god!!!” cried Judy.

With all seriousness Sarah asked, “Haven’t you seen this before?”

With a trembling voice, Judy repsonded, “Nn-nooh!”

I was cut off from air but somehow I did not feel any burning sensation nor a headache even after a minute with her foot in there. Instead I felt numb, like in anesthesia. I wondered if they had made a tracheostomy on my neck. How could I still not be suffocated?

I felt her foot only vaguely now, like how one feels the dental mirror after the mouth is numb. It was as if my mouth and neck did not belong to me. I also felt someone, most likely Sarah, playing with my penis, which was not as numb. Then I felt Kyla pushing her foot further.

“Ohhhh gosshhh!!!” I heard Judy scream. “Don’t worry he is fine,” said Sarah, “Look!” Then I vaguely felt my chin moved around and my jaws being stretched.

“It is elastic! How??” said Judy with astonishment.

“Yes, his hormones dissolved his bones. They are like rubber now. You have seen it before, right, Kyla?” said Sarah.

Kyla, answered in between breathes like during sex, “Yes, when I was ten. My mom brought a man and I watched her and friends do that to him. He was the dad of my brother. Mmmm it feels sooo goood,” she said as she inserted her foot all the way into my trachae.

I could vaguely feel her toes right in my chest. What I heard Kyla tell got me scared. What had happened to that man? What were they doing to me? What had I become?

“Mmmmm I can feel those little tongues all over the ball of my foot,” said Kyla loudly.

“Yes, those are the flaps that stimulate the ball of your foot. Must feel amazing!” Sarah added scientifically.

“It does!” Kyla said moaning.

“Never seen an entire foot enter a man’s mouth before!” said Judy with amazement.

Then I felt something pressing my forehead. I felt my forehead caving in. Then my head was squeezed from two sides. “I think he is ready,” said Sarah.

“A few more minutes!” said Kyla deeply breathing like giving birth.

Judy yelped, “Ohhhh my Gooood!” as I felt more compressing around my head.

“Judy, you push with your foot from there, I push from here,” said Sarah. Moment later I felt my head was squeezed to the width of a book. “Yes yes, it is like a sponge,” said Sarah.

Kyla was rocking her foot back and forth like fucking my mouth. She apexed and came with a loud moan and tremble. After a minute I felt my throat and mouth emptying. Suddenly the blindfold was removed. Everything was so bright. I could blurily see the three blonde girls looking down at me. “It is about to get more fun, David!” said Sarah.

Kyla took off her shorts and sat on the floor behind me with open legs. Sarah and Judy knelt next to each side of my head. They put their hands around my forehead and pushed hard. My vision moved backwards as if I had moved my head back. Then I saw Kyla’s face looking as if drunk with lust and her shaven pussy with juice flowing from it close to my head.

Kyla did a crab-walk toward my head. I felt her touch the tip of my head although she was still 12 inches away. Then I saw the tip of my head squeezed between the hands of Judy! It was only 3 inches in diameter! My head was like a sponge!

I watched as the tip of my head entered Kyla’s vagina. Her vagina had grabbed it like a mouth. She pulled herself towards me and more of my head got in. Judy and Sarah were squeezing my spongy head to make sure it was right size and Kyla’s vagina was grabbing and pulling it inside.

They kept feeding my head in and Kyla, with moans, approached closer and closer. Finally I was looking right at her clit while my forehead was completely inside her. My head was numb but I could vaguely feel the warmth and the pull of her vagina. “Let’s do it!” said Sarah with the coaching tone of a midwife delivering a baby. All of a sudden I felt Kyla’s vulva slide over my eyes and then over my nose and then my mouth. My entire head up to my shoulders was now in her vagina!

Now I could neither see nor hear anything. I could only feel Kyla rocking her hips back and forth, as well as smell and feel the sticky juice inside her vagina. Her vagina wall was rubbing to my face. I don’t know how long we were in that position but it felt like a long time, maybe an hour. I felt my hands and feet being untied from the chair, the chair removed, and someone riding on my penis. Later I also felt pressure on my chest that changed position, which I figured was Sarah and Judy walking on my chest barefoot.

Sometimes I could barely hear some moaning through the walls of the vagina. While I was in there my head was “sweating” like crazy. It probably was not sweat but some other secretion. I felt a buzz like a drunk person but still pondered about what on earth had been transpiring.

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Author’s note: Sorry to all my readers that it took so long to get this story up. My life had a curveball thrown to it. I am now back to writing. I hope you all enjoy this story! Thanks for the support and comments! Please keep them coming!

*

After my loss to Tiffany, I really wanted to be left alone. I knew I had the tag team match at the end of the week, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Sean was a different story. Sean had blown up my phone with three calls and five text messages to see if I wanted to start training today. The answer was no. I needed to be alone. I needed to get out of my place. I knew that I had to do some sort of exercise. I did have a gym membership so I decided that I could just throw on some music and lift some weights. As I walked in, the place was packed. It was loud and definitely not what I was looking for. I was about to walk out when I noticed a yoga class starting. I had taken yoga a few times during college, but that was mainly to meet girls. I wanted quiet and yoga was definitely quiet.

I rented a mat from the desk and followed the class inside. There were probably about fifteen to twenty people in the room. I found a spot in the back of the class and rolled out my mat. The instructor told us to start out with ten minutes of meditation. As I sat there and closed my eyes, all my matches and experience came forward.

Ashley was the first. How the hell was she one of the trainers? She was a bartender. I mean how did she get involved in the wrestling league? Was she feeding information to the girls that I went up against? Was she plotting against me from the beginning or did she actually stay neutral? Could I trust her? She seemed to genuinely like me. But was that an act?

Tiffany was next. Something didn’t add up. At first it seemed like she didn’t want to be the champion, but she was extremely good at what she did. How did someone so sweet and innocent get involved in something like the sex wrestling league? Would I ever get another chance for the title match against her?

Lindsey came up after Tiffany. Was she for real about training me? Was she going to try to mess with my career? I realized that my major problem was that I didn’t know who I could trust and who I couldn’t. The only people who had been in my corner from the start had been Sean and Clark. The three of us were going to have to form a bond to keep us together as times get tough. Sean was about to get kicked out of the league if we didn’t win our tag match and I felt like I was losing respect from the rest of the league.

Sean was the next person who came to my mind. We had to win this next match. He was the one who introduced me to the sex wrestling league. I felt bad for him. Sean had worked hard in everything he did. Nothing came natural to him. He was about to be told that he was not good enough to compete in a league. I had done fairly well in all of my matches. If I won the tag match, it would still make Sean feel like shit because he needed his friend to win a match to even keep him in the league. It was a lose/lose position.

The instructor brought us back to the room and ended the meditation session. She was a woman in her fifties with long grey hair. “Today, our goal is to find balance within ourselves”.

She continued, “Balance is something that some people are born with, please go into tree pose.”

We all stood on a single leg with our arms spread out to our sides. I struggled for a while until I found my balance. I definitely felt like everyone was staring at the guy struggling with a basic yoga pose. I watched most of the girls in the class have no problems finding their balance. I worked harder to center myself. I would be damned if I would let another woman show me up again. And that’s when it clicked for me, my work effort. That’s what was going to set me apart from the rest of the league. I knew from here on out, I was going to train harder than any other guy in the league. I also thought back to Lindsey’s offer to train me. Maybe I should take her up on her offer. I could use a different perspective.

As the yoga class ended, I thanked the teacher for letting me be a part of the class and started to walk through the gym. In the corner, I saw three girls lifting weights. The one girl, who if I heard right was named Katie, looked like she could kick some serious ass. She was built like a Greek Goddess with muscles. She would be a very difficult challenge for any guy in the league. I looked at her and smiled, that would be my goal. To be able to handle a girl that looked like “Katie”.

After I changed out of my clothes I checked my cell phone. Clark and Sean had blown up my phone. I think they had filled up my voicemail, wondering where I was. I sent a text to both of them, “Needed to be alone for a day, ready to train tomorrow.”

After thinking long and hard for a minute, I dialed Lindsey’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Lindsey, it’s Rob. Is the offer to train with you still on the table?”

“Hey Rob. Yeah it is. I heard about your last match. I’m sorry you kastamonu escort lost. How about we get a cup of coffee and talk?”

“Sure Lindsey. Can we meet in about 45 minutes?”

“Yeah, you know the coffee house off of Liberty? I’ll see ya there.”

I hopped into my car and drove over to the coffee house. There was Lindsey waiting for me. She had already picked up her coffee. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She still had some of the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. She smiled as I sat down.

Lindsey seemed friendly enough, “I’m shocked you called me. I figured that you didn’t want anything to do with me.” She smirked when she said this.

“Yea well, after our match. I was focused on trying to win the championship. Plus, I don’t really know if I can trust you. How do I know that you aren’t trying to screw me over?”

Lindsey laughed, “How can you trust me? You can’t. I’ll tell you this though. I know what goes on behind the scenes at that place. Plus, it would benefit me more the better you do in this league. If you ever do get to the top, I do expect a rematch. You beat me by a second.”

It was an odd answer, but I felt that it was honest. I decided I wanted to know more. “Why did you take so long of a break from the league?”

Lindsey’s smile faded. “As you know, I was once the champion. But I lost so bad in one of my title defenses that Ms. Wallace went off on me. She tried to assault me and was verbally abusive. I decided that I didn’t want to do this anymore. I had a few more matches, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. It was actually Mr. Bartlett who called me to have our match. I felt that I was in a good place to come back on a part time schedule. I still haven’t had another match since I lost to you.”

You could tell that it was difficult for Lindsey to talk about why she left the league. She was a happy person but you could tell there was a change when she talked about Ms. Wallace. I knew that she was going to help me, and if she was going to screw me over it was going to be for her own gain, not because she was ordered by Ms. Wallace.

We chatted a little more about my last match and some of the different things I could have done to have beat Tiffany. “You played her game. Play yours. Once she was warmed up, you should have fucked the living shit out of her. I know she is confident and cocky, but I have a hard time believing that she could handle a guy in control fucking her.”

Lindsey gave me a smile. Even after our match she said how much she wanted to fuck me. I smiled back at her. I really was feeling at ease with her.

Lindsey stared into my eyes for a second, “Rob, I want to fuck you. I just want to know what it is like. Ever since we were in the ring together, I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

She didn’t have to say anything else. I took her by the hand and led her to my car. I don’t think I ever made it home that fast. Same goes for her shirt. It was off before we made it through the door way. Her firm 34D tits stared at me through her black lace bra. Within seconds, the bra was off and her nipple was in my mouth. “Yes, Rob…..” She moaned as her hand ran through my hair.

She pulled my shirt over my head and slide her hand down my stomach onto my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and slowly started to stroke. I moaned out as she started to get me hard. I stopped her just for a second to get her into the bedroom.

I spread her out on the bed. Her gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me, with her tits heaving up and down. I didn’t waste any more time and pushed my dick into her pussy. I guess she really did want me because she was soaked. I slowly pushed into her.

“Mmmmm god, Rob. This feels as good as I thought it would.” She moaned out as I started to pump my dick in her eager pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my hips pulling me deeper into her pussy. Damn, she did feel great. I started to fuck her with a little more force. My balls started to slap against her as her tits bounced in perfect rhythm. “Ohhh, fuck, yessssss…. More Rob, please fuck me hard” Lindsey begged.

I separated her legs and turned her over. She got the hint immediately and got on her hands and knees. She reached behind and guided my dick back into her pussy. Instantly she threw her hips back onto my dick. I reached up and grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed my dick deeper into her pussy.

“Harder. Fuck me harder Rob!” Lindsey screamed.

Not one to disobey an order I started to really pump Lindsey’s pussy. My dick was a blur running in and out of her. Lindsey breathing got heavier and heavier until finally she threw her head back and screamed out.

Lindsey’s entire body jerked as she had an intense orgasm against my dick. I grabbed her hips to hold my dick inside her as she bucked against me. Her orgasm had to be one of the biggest I’ve ever seen a girl have. “Don’t…….stop…..Rob….” Lindsey kayseri escort gasped out.

I loved being in control of Lindsey. It was like her body was craving me. Her pussy seemed to try to suck my dick in deeper with each thrust. This was some of the best sex I have ever had.

Lindsey turned her head back to me and smiled, “Let me get on top. I want you to cum for me.”

I pulled out and laid down on the bed. Lindsey straddled my cock and smiled as she slowly lowered herself down. When she got to the base, she pulled up and snapped her ass back down. Waves of pleasure hit me like they had never before. Slowly she did it again, snapping her ass back down as hard as she could. Within minutes she was riding my cock like a pro. I don’t think there is a pornstar out there that could ride a dick better than Lindsey. Within two minutes, I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. Lindsey could tell too.

“Good thing this isn’t a match, Rob. I don’t want you holding back on me.” Lindsey said with a smile.

I didn’t want to hold back either. With few quick snaps of Lindsey’s hips, I moaned and pumped out one of my biggest loads every. As I came deep into Lindsey’s pussy, she rubbed her clit as fast as possible and had another strong orgasm. Finally, she collapsed on my chest and as breathing as heavily as I was. “I was right. You were a good fuck Rob.” She leaned up and kissed me softly. Within minutes we were both passed out from exhaustion.

I awoke the next day to Lindsey wearing one of my t-shirts cooking me breakfast. Damn she looked sexy no matter what she did. She smiled and winked at me, “Breakfasted will be done in a few minutes. Rob, you might want to call Sean and find a time to work with him on the tag-team match. The rules are a lot different than a regular singles match.”

She was right. Our tag match was less than a week away and Sean’s career was on the line. I grabbed my phone and texted Sean, “Training, 6?” Hopefully, he would get the message because we really needed to get our game plan together.

As Lindsey finished up cooking, I soon realized how amazing she was. Not only was she extremely attractive and great in bed, she turned out to be a really good cook. As I ate, I found myself thinking about what life would be like if I was in a relationship with Lindsey. She had everything I wanted in a woman and she seemed like she was a good person. But I had also thought that way about Ashley. I reminded myself to keep my guard up, but there was definitely something different about Lindsey.

I looked at my watch. Sean was late again. Clark and I had been waiting in the ring for about a half hour when Sean finally showed up. “Sorry I’m late guys. Got caught up at work and then traffic was a bitch.”

I was definitely a little annoyed with Sean. He needed this more than I did. “Dude, just get into the ring.”

Sean climbed in and Clark was able to start in on the rules for the tag-team match.

“It is similar to a singles match, but also has some major differences. Only one person is allowed in the ring at a time. But when you do make a tag, the team mate is has to get out of the ring within 10 seconds. This does allow you some time to double team your opposition. Also it’s elimination tag-team. You have to get a submission or pin and an orgasm out of BOTH girls. Also, in singles matches there is a break between rounds. In a tag team match, there is no break. You can keep on your opponent even after they lose a round. After a person is eliminated, that person is still a factor. If you eliminate Jordan for instance, she is allowed to stay at ring side, but just not allowed in the ring. She can’t make your submit or pin you, but she can definitely warm you up for the remaining teammate. Be careful out there. Always keep your eyes open and communicate.” Clark said.

Sean and I got to work with each other. We started by talking out our game plan. We both felt that if we could make frequent tags to each other that they could never really get to us. Plus they were both pretty inexperienced in the ring. I felt that they would make some serious rookie mistakes that we should be able to capitalize on.

We also decided that I would try to be in the ring when Jordan was in and Sean would be in the ring when Sasha was in. We trained for hours together and it became clear that I was definitely the better wrestler. Sean had really let his losing streak get to him. Sean was making some serious mistakes. He let himself open to be easily attacked. I would definitely be lucky if Sean won at least one part of the match.

Clark let us know even more about our opponents. “Guys, these two girls aren’t rookies. They are actually part of another league very similar to ours. They are actually visiting the area and decided to have a match within our league. This will be probably the only time you will ever face them. Don’t think they won’t know what is going on. Believe me, a tag team match means that all bets are off.”

I was kıbrıs escort starting to get nervous as the training did not get better as the week went on. The sex with Lindsey was amazing throughout the week. She definitely was increasing my stamina. After a few training sessions with Lindsey, I was lasting longer and longer with her. “Don’t get too confident, Rob. Those girls are going to be extremely aggressive towards you. But you shouldn’t have any problems making them cum.” Lindsey said to me with a wink.

Lindsey was extremely supportive, but still the problem was going to be Sean. This was one of the reasons I was struggling to sleep. I barely slept the night before the match. It wasn’t much better during the afternoon. I just figured that I needed to get to the center.

I walked into the locker room and there was Sean sitting on the bench. “Hey man, you ready for tonight?” I asked him.

He didn’t really notice me walking in. He was in a daze. “Uh hey… yeah I’m ready man.”

Sean didn’t have his head on straight. “Remember, let’s tag often tonight. We need to keep each other fresh.”

Sean and I stripped naked and waited for our match to finally start. Sean was clearly nervous. “Look, Rob, if I lose for us tonight I’m sorry. I appreciate what you are doing for me but if I do get kicked out of the league for losing this match, I won’t blame you.”

“Sean, stop talking like that. We got each other’s backs. Just stick to the plan and we will do just fine.” I tried to sound confident.

Just then, we heard the sound of my music and that was our queue that it was about to go down. Sean and I went out together. Our masked pulled down tight as we both strutted towards the ring. Fuck it, we might be nervous as hell on the inside but we definitely didn’t show it for the crowd.

The crowd was pumped. It had to be just as big as the crowd when I had my match with Tiffany. Sean and I got into the ring with both of us standing and poising on a turnbuckle. Suddenly, our music ended and the girls’ music hit.

As the curtain parted I got my first look at what we were up against. Jordan was a very sexy black woman. She had braids that came out the bottom of her green mask. Her tits were firm and round, but then came her ass. Even as a guy would loves big tits, I still have to say that Jordan’s ass could possibly be the best one I have ever seen. It was thick and round. There wasn’t much fat, but the thing was fantastic. I just couldn’t believe it. All I wanted was to now fuck this girl doggy style just to watch her ass.

Sasha was very different. She had on a pale blue mask. She was skinny and small. She looked like she was a gymnast. She had nice b-cup tits that formed to her body perfectly. She probably had a nice ass as well, but compared to Jordan it was nothing. Her legs looked firm and athletic. She definitely looked like she would be the better wrestler.

Once they climbed into the ring, the ref went over the rules again. He made sure that we knew that he had to see the tag and that he would be counting during the double team part. Sasha and Jordan stood across from us with these cocky little smirks on their faces. “You boys have never faced a pair of girls like us before. Oh, and Sean is it? We look forward to ending your career here.”

Sean couldn’t speak. He didn’t talk trash very well. I decided to just stone wall them. We returned to our corner, “Sean, do you want to start or shall I?” I asked him. Sean was definitely somewhere else at this moment.

“Go ahead man. You start, see if you can do some damage to them.” Sean replied softly. I smacked him on the back and headed for the center of the ring.

I was sure that if the girls saw me coming out first, they would definitely send Jordan out against me, but to my surprise I was going to be facing Sasha. She didn’t turn me on like Jordan, but she still was going to be a challenge. I was almost a full head taller than her. She was tiny.

The bell rang and Sasha and I started the match. We circled each other for a moment or two before I lunged into to lock up with her. Sasha slipped right under my arms and wrapped me up from behind. Her soft breasts pushed up against my back as she tried to pick me up. Bad mistake by her, I thought. She couldn’t lift me. I barely had my heel raised off the ground. I immediately dropped to a knee and flipped to my side. Sasha, still holding on to my waist went straight down to the mat.

She let go of her hold on me, but not before I wrapped her head underneath my arm. Sasha struggled to get out but I had a solid hold on her. I moved her into our corner, just like Sean and I had planned. “Let go of me, you fucker!” Sasha screamed as I twisted my arm harder against her head.

“That’s what you want is for me to let you go?” I said with a smirk. “Fine by me!” With that I threw Sasha as hard as I could into our corner. She hit the turnbuckle hard and let out a moan. I waited a second for her to take a step and lifted her up and slammed her hard down to the mat. I looked at Sean and for the first time he smiled. He knew what we had to do. I reached my hand over to him and he tagged in. I dropped down and grabbed Sasha’s arms and pulled them back. Sean grabbed her legs and picked her up. Both of us pulled in an opposite direction. It was a human rack machine to Sasha. Sasha screamed out in pain. Her joints had to be on fire already.

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I don’t know what came over me. I had never been one to want to prank people let alone my own girlfriend, but the opportunity presented itself and for some inexplicable reason I acted on it.

We were at a party at a friend’s house, and she was talking to a small group of people with her back to me. Her t-shirt was short so you could see a small patch of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the waistband of the gym shorts she had on. On one side I noticed just a small touch of white fabric contrasting the black shorts and her smooth skin and realized it must be her underwear.

As a guy, and her guy in particular, I wondered what the rest of those undies looked like. Normally I would let this notion go but suddenly I was filled with a compulsion to see more. Before I could think about it more I went over and quickly yanked her shorts down. She let out a yelp of surprise as everyone around her got a good look at the white thong she had on. I got a nice look at her ass in that thong for my trouble.

We all began to laugh (including her) after the shock factor had worn off and she quickly pulled up her shorts. As some made jokes to her and me, she looked at me and grinned and said, “I’ll remember this.” as the situation died down and everyone went back to where they were. Since she was laughing about it I didn’t take it seriously.

***

6 Months Later

We were getting ready for another party, and I was watching her get dressed. I was a bit aroused seeing her half-dressed and decided to try my luck hoping maybe for a quickie or a blowjob. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and started kissing her neck while pressing my hardon up against her back.

She turned and gently pushed me away saying, “We don’t have time for that baby we’re going to be late.”

I tried to push my luck saying, “Come on baby just a little relief. Watching you get dressed has gotten me worked up.”

She giggled and said, “You really are a horny boy.” Then she gave me a sweet grin and added, “Hmm I just got an idea. A kind of kinky idea.”

Hoping my luck was changing I quickly asked, “What kind of idea?”

“I promise I’ll give you a nice long blowjob and help relive all the pressure I know you’ve built up if you wear a pair of my undies tonight. I bet that’ll help keep you ready and waiting.”

“Wear your undies? I’m not sure about that. Would they even fit?” I asked clearly skeptical of what she was proposing.

“I’ve got the perfect pair. They’ll fit you perfectly and look really sexy. Ohhh just thinking about you wearing them is making me hot.” She said.

I was still not sure, but I’ve always been willing to do anything for her if it helped me get some pussy, so I agreed.

“Oh, I’m so excited. Drop your shorts and boxers and I’ll get the maltepe escort thong for you.” she said with glee.

“Wait a minute you didn’t say it was a thong.” I interjected.

“it’s the only thing I’ve got that will hold you in. Besides it’ll make your ass look great. Don’t tell me you’re not willing to play anymore.” she said adding her pouty look she knew I couldn’t resist.

With that stripped out of my shorts and boxers and she quickly looted her panty drawer and re-appeared with a silky pink leopard spotted thong. She was right it probably was the highest cut pair of underwear she owned having an almost 90’s high cut style to them.

She handed the thong to me and said, “Dive in baby.” I slowly pulled the thong up and as I got it up around my waist first noticed the distinct pull of the strap between my cheeks. Next I noticed that they were slightly snug so it held all my junk in place. The silk rubbing me had given me a semi after only a few seconds.

She grinned at me and said, “Oh those look hot on you.” first eyeing my growing erection in the front before walking around and eyeing my bare ass between a pink leopard strap.

She then tossed my shorts at me and said, “We better get going before we’re late.”

During the ride over we chatted normally ignoring the fact that I was wearing her underwear. Once we got to the party, we merged into the festivities, and I almost forgot about my rising arousal and her promise to make it worth my while.

I say almost forgot about my increasing arousal because there was basically a tug of war going on in my shorts. The silk was rubbing my penis and making it hard. Movement was accentuating the sensation making me harder. The increased hardness up front was pulling on the silk and tugging at the strap in the back. These undies were clearly not designed with male anatomy in mind. So, the harder I got up front the tighter it felt in the back, and I was getting quite hard up front. It didn’t help that every chance she got my girl was touching or otherwise subtlety teasing me adding even more to my arousal.

At one point I had to use the bathroom and that was an adventure. I had to wait about 5 minutes over the toilet with my dick out just to let it soften enough to be able to aim properly. After going pulling the thong back into place quickly returned everything to its previous state.

I came out of the bathroom and my girl was standing there eyeing me suspiciously. “You weren’t in there playing, were you?” she asked.

I glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby before replying, “No baby I promise. But I had to wait for it to go soft a bit before going.”

“Having hard issues?!” she asked gleefully. “Show me.” she said as she manavgat escort beckoned me down towards the end of the hallway.

I followed her down to the end where she backed me into the corner. As she took a quick kiss on my bottom lip she reached down and made to unzip my shorts. I was suddenly very nervous and said, “Should we be doing this here? Can’t we go into one of the bedrooms?”

“This is kinkier. Doesn’t the thought of someone maybe seeing us turn you on?” she asked in a sultry voice.

After hours of pent-up arousal all I could do is mutter a quick yes while stealing another kiss. She gave me a what I knew was her horny grin before opening the flies on my shorts and dropping them. I kicked them out of the way behind her while we both pulled my shirt off and throwing it over with the shorts.

She then ran her hands over my chest and ending down on my erection. A few gentle strokes and I was at peak arousal. Just when I thought we were about to really get into it she suddenly pulled back. She then gave me a purely wicked grin before turning and picking up my clothes moving backwards towards the other end of the hall slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked a little panic in my voice as she continued to walk backwards. I began to walk towards her as I said, “If we’re done give me my clothes back.”

As we neared the other end of the hall I was now fully panicked and told her, “Come on baby give me my clothes back.” By this point she was at the end of the hall and beckoned me towards her with her finger. I quickly moved towards her.

Once I got to her she gave me one more wicked grin before grabbing my arm and pulling me out into the main area before saying as loud as she could, “Hey everybody look at Brian!”

Before I fully realized what had happened there I was in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pink leopard thong with a massive erection in the front. The room was suddenly filled with riotous laughter and pointing.

A group of girls to one side were giggling and one said, “Oh my god look he’s wearing a thong!!”

Another girl next to her said, “And he’s so hard wearing it!”

One of my girl’s friends appeared at her side and said, “Oh my god Jess he really does like wearing those. Look how he’s getting them wet.”

Another girl chimed in saying, “They look better on him then they do on you.”

As all the girls were giggling and making their comments the guys in the room were registering their amusement as well by whistling and cat calling.

I was red hot with embarrassment and panic and moved toward Jess. When I did, she ran away. As I chased after her, I heard one of the guys call after me, “Go get her thong boy.” I chased her though the şişli escort kitchen and out the backdoor and into the yard.

I finally caught up to her behind a couple of trees where she was watching me with a highly satisfied look on her face. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked.

All I could do at that point was stare at her dumbfounded with embarrassment and shock still coursing through my system. And of course, I was still quite vulnerable since I was still only wearing her thong. After a few seconds all I could manage to utter was, “What the hell?”

She gave me a satisfied smirk before saying, “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it? You showed everyone my underwear and I did too. Only they were on you.”

My mind suddenly went back to when I had pantsed her months back and it fully dawned on me that I had been had. “Oh come on baby that isn’t the same thing. Hardly anyone saw your undies when I pantsed you. Everyone in there just saw me wearing this.” I blurted out.

She smirked at me again before walking around me slowly and saying, “Like I said payback’s a bitch. And you’re hardly in a position to argue since I’ve still got your clothes.” she added as she gave one of my exposed ass cheeks a slap.

“Ok baby I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry and I’ll never pants you again. Now can I please have my clothes back?” I pleaded looking around to see if anyone was watching us.

By then she had come back around to my front side and looked down at my front before saying, “I think you secretly like being exposed. You’re saying no but your penis is saying yes.”

I looked down and to my horror/surprise noticed that in spite of all the humiliation and the fact that I was still quite vulnerable I was still quite hard. Embarrassment and chasing had made me forget about the tug of war inside my thong.

As if on que from her observation my hardon inched up a little causing a tug in the back. I made to adjust the strap, but it made little difference. If anything, it was worse since trying to pull the strap out a little caused the front panel to rub my hardon more and it gave a couple of throbs.

She was quick to spot this and after a small giggling fit said, “Oh my god how long have you been dealing with that?”

I felt the heat rising up in me again before saying, “Almost as long as I’ve had this thing on. It’s like a tug of war in my undies. These undies clearly weren’t designed for a guy to wear.”

After another fit of giggles this one lasting a little longer, she finally decided to have mercy on me and said, “I guess a tug of war in my thong is punishment enough.” before handing me my clothes. As I pulled my shorts up, she couldn’t resist once more tormenting me by giving my erection a quick squeeze and stroke before zipping them up for me. This of course set the tug of war back to full force.

She kissed me before saying, “I guess we better go home and take care of that.” she said patting the front of my shorts. “Unless you want to rejoin the party thong boy.”

“Hell no lets get out of here.” I said. We left quietly and went home to finish the fun we stared hours before.

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The Fantom accidentally discovers an opening leading into the basement of an underground mansion of the uber rich, decorated in an Egyptian theme. Finding Trouble with the guards, he needs to Romance both a seductive mother and her beautiful daughter in order to escape.

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Over there! What’s that!

I am exploring in the Roman level of Underworld, well below the streets of London. In fact, it is even deeper than the basements and sub-basements of the Old Opera House. The walls here are mostly stone or simply compressed rubble and dirt. Some arches remain, silent sentinels, guarding the last vestiges of Rome from the inevitable crush pressing down from above. The passageways here are small, far from straight or level, and not unlike spelunking. Transiting them is more slithering than walking, and I have a real fear of being buried alive by a cave in.

But as I loosen a stone, and pull away some dirt, I see 20th century bricks! I am hoping that the bricks are part of a basement to one of the old shoppes that were destroyed during World War 2. I have only a few tools with me, but it should be enough. Scraping away at the weak mortar, the first brick slides out. Shining my torch into the void, I see what appears to be dust-covered bottles of wine. Even better, they are on wooden shelving. It could be a great find, but just as easily, it could be nothing but very old spoiled vinegar.

I loosen enough bricks to squeeze through and come out between the shelves. Picking up a bottle, I illuminate the label. 2016?? These are not old bottles. I must be someone’s wine cellar! Just then, I hear the whir of a compressor motor, and stepping around a corner, I see a large wine chiller filled with bottles of Champagne.

Behind me I hear a great crash and a blast of dusty air hits me. Quickly moving back to the opening, all I find is debris. It has collapsed. I cannot tell how far back the collapse goes, but that way is now blocked. Having no other choice, I might as well find out exactly where I am, and perhaps, a way back to the surface.

I open a solid steel door and peek out. It’s a giant swimming pool! This must be one of those luxury mansions that the uber rich are building in London. Unable to go sideways, they build down, sometimes several levels deep. The pool is decorated in an Egyptian motif, with ornate painted pillars supporting the roof above. The pool has an intricate shape with several curved nooks highlighted by underwater lighting. The walls are painted with scenes reminiscent of Egypt in the time of the pharaohs. And next to the pool are lounge chairs in an Egyptian revival style, not unlike those pulled from a pharaoh’s tomb. I smile at the irony, here is a modern attempt to recreate an Egyptian pool, yet not far from where I stand is a still useable 2000-year-old Roman bath!

Well, at least I know what to expect. I’ll just keep going higher, excuse myself to anyone I meet, locate the front door, and let myself out.

Continuing through another set of doors, I pass what appears to be a small garage. Looking at the vehicles, this is definitely the home of someone with money. Lots and lots of money. There is a ramp, which may lead up to street level, but the door is down and probably requires a code to open. I see a concrete stairwell leading up and walk towards it.

“STOP!” yells a heavily accented voice. I turn and see a man holding a gun, but I am closer to the stairwell, and make a dash for it. A second later, I hear a gunshot, followed by a ricochet off the wall behind me. Given such motivation, I throw open the stairwell door and leap up two steps at a time. Opening a more refined door at the top, I look around and find that I am in a kitchen at street level. Unfortunately, the door to freedom is opening and the gun hand of another guard appears.

I panic. They are shooting at me! I dash down a short hallway looking for a way out. But ahead of me I hear a frantic man’s voice and a set of replies that sound as if they are coming from a radio. Passing an elegant staircase, I ascend as quietly as possible, and find another hallway with several doors. For now, I need a place to hide, so I enter the first room and close the door behind me.

I listen at the door and hear a shout, “Check all these rooms!”

Looking around, I am in a very large and very well-appointed bedroom. There is a bed, but surely, they will check under there. To the right, I see a large walk-in closet with a dressing area, the door ajar. I would be trapped in there. There is another door further to my right. Hopefully it leads to safety. I head for it as the voices outside the door get closer. Opening it, I see an en suite bathroom, but I am not alone. Against the opaque glass door, I see the backlit shadow of a woman taking a shower!

Behind me, I hear the hallway door open, and quickly close the bathroom door. The voices have entered the bedroom. There is no place for me to hide. I have no choice. I carefully slide open the düzce escort door of the quite large shower and squat down to avoid being backlit. With me in the shower is a mature woman, possibly around 50 years old. Thankfully, she is facing away, letting the water from multiple shower heads run down her back. Unfortunately, two of those shower heads are pointing right at me!

She must have felt the cooler air when I opened the shower door, and turns to face me. I see her brace herself with her hands, then her right foot comes flying at me. As her foot makes contact with the left side of my face, I turn my head slightly to lessen the blow, and catch her foot with my left hand.

WAIT! What’s on her ankle? I see a gold bracelet, inset with a stunning royal blue stone. I have seen this before. French tips on her toenails? I smell her foot. Almonds! Before she screams, I whisper, “Row 2, Seat 4”.

Trying to keep her balance, she otherwise freezes. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a silk handkerchief with a monogram of the letter ‘F’, give it a shake, then drape it over her foot.

“The Fantom!” she says softly. “Shhhhh!”

I remember her now. I normally don’t visit any women in row 2 during a performance at the Old Opera House. It is too close to the stage and too well lit. But when I saw her walk in and take her seat, I had to. The way she walked. The way she carried herself. The way she commanded the aisles. She seduced every man, and turned every head, including mine. I went to the sub-basement of the Old Opera House, found row 1, seat 4, and opened the round iron grate beneath that seat. As I lifted my head through the opening, I was dazzled by her golden anklet. But her shoes and feet were equally impressive, and I thoroughly enjoyed caressing them during the performance for over 30 minutes.

As I release her foot, the door to the bathroom is flung open and excited voices are yelling in Arabic. The woman steps forward and pulls my head against her hairy crotch, then yells back even louder in the same language. I cannot understand Arabic, but I hear the whimper in their voices as they retreat and close the door.

“Stay quiet. They won’t be back,” says the woman as she releases my head, but she does not step back. I look up through the falling water and blink several times to clear my eyes. The woman before me is a timeless beauty in the mold of Sophia Loren. Not a woman who tries to look 20 years younger, but a woman who embraces her age, and yet, seemingly defies it. No longer thin, she carries her weight well, and if anything, it has softened her curves in a very flattering way. Her long black hair has but a whisp of grey, her brown eyes are still radiant, and somehow, for some reason, she is smiling at me.

“Do not move. I have a hair appointment this morning, and wish to wash my hair,” she says. Reaching into a side cubbie, she pulls out a bottle designer shampoo and applies it to her hair. As she raises her hands to massage her head, her magnificent breasts are uplifted, and I wonder if her intent is to show them off to me. Her nipples protrude from large, dark areolas, wrinkled just slightly. As her hands move across her hair, her breasts sway gently, and I follow them with my eyes. The water from the shower hits those breasts, some of it cascading down between them, the rest following her curves down to her nipples, from which two thin streams trickle down onto my face.

She turns away from me, her bum cheeks just centimeters away from my face. The water from the shower is purging the shampoo from her hair, and the white froth slides down her back, driven by the faster moving water. Both froth and water come together at the cleft above her rounded cheeks before continuing downward.

She uses her hands to fluff her hair, now there is only clear water flowing down her back. I lean forward, letting my tongue gently touch the cleft between her round cheeks, hoping she doesn’t feel me, and yet hoping that she does. The warm water is no longer flows smoothly, instead it gushes over my tongue and flares outward over her cheeks. Surely, she can feel the difference.

She flexes her bum slightly, perhaps wondering why water feels different, but more likely, she has already guessed. She leans ever so slightly forward, her bum rising, but in my squatting position, my tongue cannot follow, and instead slips lower down her crack. She must know it is me. Straightening herself, my tongue rises gently back up her crack. I try to redirect the water against her, so she does not feel me, but I doubt my success. She repeats the same two movements several times, no longer curious, now certain, enjoying the sensations of frothy warm water and a slippery tongue inside her crack.

Hasn’t all the shampoo has been rinsed out? Yet she remains, like a performer who doesn’t want to leave the stage. Finally, she turns, but I am too slow, and her left cheek brushes against mine.

“Sorry,” edirne escort she says. But I am sorry too, that the shower may be ending. She faces me, giving me one more look at the front of her magnificent body, then turns off the water.

Looking down at me, she says, “Those men work for the owner of this mansion. I am his mistress, and the mother of his child. Even though he is away, his men take security very seriously. Your clothes and shoes are wet. If you try to leave now, they will simply follow the drips and catch you. I suggest you take them off and hang them up. While they are drying, we can try to find a way for you to escape.”

She opens the sliding door to the shower and her nude form steps out past me. Leaving the shower door open, she picks up a towel, and starts drying herself off, but does so rather slowly, moving the towel over her body in a seductive manner. I cannot help but watch, and she knows it. Perhaps that is her intention.

She opens the outer bath door and says, “Use the other towel to dry yourself, then come out so we can talk.”

I stand up in the shower, and cannot feel any dry spots on either my body or my clothes. I take them off, wring them out, and hang them up, knowing that it will take several hours before they are dry. At least the moisture on my own body is being sucked up by the large Turkish towel.

After hanging up the towel, I realize I have no dry clothing, and that both towels are quite wet. The woman did not seem to mind me looking at her nude form, and seeing no other option, I must return the favor before I can ask her for something else to wear.

I step out of the bathroom and see her sitting at a rather large vanity. She is wearing a long red silk robe, but it is not tied. It hangs open, covering little more than her back and shoulders. She is applying face cream, rubbing it into her skin. I approach, and stand behind her, then realize she can see my naked body clearly in her mirror. I can see her face too, and watch her smile.

“Na’eeman, Mr. Fantom.”

“What does that mean?”

“It is Arabic. Blessings on your cleanliness and refreshment of health. My name is Rana, and this is my home.”

“I would appreciate if you just call me Fantom.”

“I understand, Fantom. You are a mysterious man. I don’t know how you got past the guards to get into my home, but I assure you they will not stop looking until they find you. How do you plan to get back out? You wouldn’t happen to have one of your secret mirrors in my bedroom so you can watch me undress, would you?”

I look into her vanity mirror, and see hunger in her alluring brown eyes as she stares at me, almost as if she hopes I will say YES!

“I came into your wine cellar through a tunnel, but it collapsed behind me. I found my way into your garage and one of the guards saw me. He was holding a gun, so I ran, and he fired.”

“You should have stopped, told the truth, and they would have released you. Now, they are alerted and will shoot you on sight. We will have to find some way to get you out, without being seen. How did you recognize me from the opera?”

She is my only ally in this dangerous place, so I decide to try some charm. “I saw your gold anklet, it as extraordinary and unforgettable as its wearer. Then I smelled the almond scent of your foot cream. A quick glance at your feet told me all I needed to know. I will never forget the curve of your heel, the arch of you foot, the softness of your sole, and the shape of your lovely toes. If you have any of your almond scented foot cream, may I have the honour of rubbing it onto your feet.”

“Fantom, your flattery is wasted. I am much older than you.”

“I care not about age; I care about beauty. Did I not pick you out from all the other women that night at the opera?”

“The seeds of your words are falling on fertile ground, Fantom. Be careful what you seek, because a tree begins with a seed. Here is my foot cream.”

I kneel next her bench and her left leg swings around so I can reach her foot. Opening the jar, I dip my fingers in and gently rub the cream between my fingers. It is quite luxurious, slippery by not oily, with a mild by easily identifiable almond fragrance.

As I go to pick up her left foot, I realize that her right leg has barely moved. Her legs are now spread wide apart, giving me an unhindered view of her hairy mound, now dry, allowing the fullness of her soft hairs to fluff outward. I look up at her, but she is paying me no mind, instead working on her makeup.

Picking up her foot, I apply a trail of small dabs atop her foot, then move both of my hands beneath them to apply the cream to her soles. I refrain from a massage, instead, using just light pressure to rub the cream into her skin. I do not want her to feel two thumbs pressing forcefully into her skin, I want to surround her foot with the warm sensations of my hands. I rotate my hands back and forth, up elazığ escort and down, side to side, and every way I can to apply the cream and gently caress her skin.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of danger!

“Hurry! Get under here!”

I slip under her vanity table and position myself between her legs. She flings her robe over top, trying to shield me.

“Omm? Can I come in?” a young woman’s voice says.

“Certainly, Heba. I always have time for my daughter.”

“I’m having trouble with my boyfriend,” says Heba.

“Men and Trouble go together,” says Rana, squeezing my head between her knees.

“He tells me he doesn’t like my feet. I wear the most expensive footwear I can find, but it doesn’t help. He says my toes look funny and my feet aren’t very soft.”

“How is the rest of your relationship? Is he a loving man? Does he treat you well?”

“He is, and I know he cares for me, but he also says I am unskilled at sucking his cock.”

Heba begins describing the romantic activities of her and her boyfriend, and in rather intimate detail. She is using the kind of descriptive wording that only a mother and daughter can share. I am finding it quite erotic and my cock is beginning to swell. The mother must be excited as well, because she reaches under the table and grabs my head with her left hand, pulling my face against her vulva, and burying my nose into a forest of dark curly hair. I cannot think of any other reason for her to do this, so I extend my tongue.

Their conversation continues, and Rana vividly describes the many techniques she uses herself on men. My tongue finds her labia majora already swollen, likely due to her own words and the images floating in her mind. I use long strokes against her, my tongue gliding over the soft flesh, and being teased by her stray hairs. I probe her crack, her outer lips parting easily to reveal her labia minora, so thick and brown and fascinating. I slide my pointed tongue between them, but not to separate. Instead, I penetrate into the soft warm flesh hiding within, then pause, allowing those lips to close around my tongue.

Rana’s descriptions are so vivid, my own mind fills with the image of her working my cock. I pull my tongue back slightly, then drag the backside downward, searching for the opening to her vagina. I find it, already quite wet, and not from the shower. My tongue presses into the opening and I hold it there, hoping less is more, and that she will find the stillness even more erotic than frenzied licking.

Rana’s thighs press in and squeeze me tightly. The conversation becomes vague, as her inner thighs cover my ears. In the confined space, I breathe in her scent. It overwhelms me with a burning desire to smell and taste as much of her as I can. I start moving my tongue in each of the cardinal directions, wagging it side to side, up and down, teasing her scented opening. Still holding my head with her hand, she slides barely forward, positioning her clit against my mouth. I tickle her nub with my tongue, then surround it with my pursed lips, alternately sucking it in and then releasing.

She grabs my hair and spreads her legs, pulling me even tighter against her, and starts grinding my face against her vulva, my nose burrowing deep within her slit, as if I were some inanimate sex toy. She is lost in the passion of her own thoughts and words and can no longer control herself.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Uhhhhh!”

She pushes my head down and a blast of her cum splatters against my face. Rocking back up, she aligns my mouth with her vagina, and sprays a powerful blast deep down my throat. I gladly accept the gift of her warm salty-sweet nectar, swirling the viscous fluid around with my tongue, enjoying the flavour, before swallowing. It is suddenly much brighter, the red robe falling away, leaving me fully exposed.

“Omm! You have a lover,” says the Heba. “You never told me.”

I look over and sitting on the bed is a younger, more petite version of her mother. Perhaps 20 years old, with the same dark hair, she is wearing an aquamarine sun dress and stilettos. She is very pretty, and it is clear she has inherited her mother’s beauty. The only difference I notice is her eyes. Rather than brown, they are a dazzling green.

“A lady never discusses such things,” says Rana. “But for you dear, yes, this is my lover!”

What? I am dumbfounded. She is either ashamed that she just had a massive orgasm in front of her daughter, or perhaps, this is part of her escape plan, so I play along.

“But he is no ordinary lover, he is the famous Fantom from the Old Opera House.”

“Theeee Fantom! Theeee Fantom!” squeals Heba with delight, looking directly at me. “I’ve read so much about you on social media. All my friends want to go to the opera now, but we can’t get tickets. And here you are, right in my own home! Oh, Wow! Oh, Wow!”

Rana says, “You must not tell anyone Heba. What if your father learns of this? That would make trouble.”

“A wise woman once told me that Men and Trouble go together,” says Heba.

“Security is alerted, so I will need your help to get him out of the mansion.”

“Of course, Omm. This sounds like another exciting adventure for The Fantom. But once he escapes, can I post his story on social media?”

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This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn’t your thing, turn back now.

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The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, “are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?” We had driven into an industrial area of the city full of old buildings and warehouses. It was after 11pm and we were out in front of a rundown single story building. No sign, only a number. A single lightbulb over the door lit the area.

“Yeah, this is the place,” I replied. Although I have never been here before I was certain we had arrived at destinations of my darkest fantasies. This happens to be a bath house with a certain reputation. The clientele runs from leather tops to extreme pigs. I had read, and reread online postings about this hell hole. And I couldn’t wait to go inside.

“You’re the boss. $7.50 for the ride,” he says giving me a “you’re crazy” look in the mirror. I hand him $15 for his troubles and make my way to the door. Although it was a mild night I shivered as I opened the door and step into a small lobby.

The attendant behind the desk is wearing a leather vest and thong. After taking my money, he hands me the key to my room and a towel. “What color do you want?” It’s obvious I don’t understand. “You know, are you a top? Bottom? The color tells others what you’re into.” He’s holding a box full of bandannas of all sorts of colors.

Although I don’t know the color codes, I’m sure which one I want. “Brown,” I reply. That solicits a raised eyebrow as he ties the bandana onto my arm. I’m buzzed through the locked door.

I can’t help but feel that I’ve stepped into a cheesy gay porn flick. Electronic music is playing. A few guys are sitting on a couch talking. Others are walking around. All are either naked or have their towels around their waist. I find my way to the corridor that leads to my room. There are about 12 rooms in this hallway. I hear the sounds of sex coming from more than one of them. Just before I reach my door I pass an open door. Inside is a guy spread out on his bed stroking a half-hard cock. Yeah, this is going to be an interesting night.

I enter my room and quickly strip. My cock is already at half mast. I remind myself to take it easy and build up to what I hope is an encounter that matches my fantasy. You see, I’ve come here in search of some cock, but more importantly, I’ve decided I wanted to be dominated. In fact, I want to be totally abused and be a human toilet. Thus my choice of the brown bandanna. The attraction to this bath house is the basement. Downstairs are old locker rooms from it previous life. The old grimy showers now serve a different kind of showers.

I knew from all my readings (accompanied by some heavy duty jacking off) that there was a small maze with glory holes. I figured I’d start the night off with an appetizer first. It took a little while to find the entrance. The maze was dimly lit by the black lights. kırklareli escort Cheap plywood walls were painted black to enhance the mood. Every few feet a new corridor would open and dead end at a glory hole. The first one I passed already had a guy on his knees working over a cock. After watching for a minute or two I ventured on, finding a spot for me. I sat on a low bench and began to play with my half hard dick. The glory hole was right at face level. I could see other men walking down the maze hallway on the other side.

After a couple of minutes a guy turns and walks up to the hole. His towel is being lifted by his erection. Reaching under the towel he begins to stroke his cock. Putting my fingers through the wall I’m rewarded with his hard shaft in my hand. I give his dick some tugs and watch a nice drop of precum form at the tip. Gripping his balls I coax his shaft through the hole and into my eager mouth.

I pull down on his balls and run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft several times. “Suck it pig,” comes from the other side. I slide his cock into my mouth as deep as it can go. Without warning he begins to drill his cock into my face. For a moment I was taken back, but I wanted to be abused, so I braced myself for a good face fucking. He pounds his cock hard hitting the back of my throat every time. He pulls out and commands, “clean those balls pig.”

His low hanging ball sack is now on my side of the wall. I begin by giving each of his balls a good once over with my tongue. I open my mouth wider and slurp his hairy balls into my mouth. Reaching up I grab his cock and begin stroking him hard. “Oh yeah pig, work that cock.” I can feel his balls tightening up. I try to take my mouth off his balls so I can sallow his cum, but he has other plans. “Don’t move pig. I want to cum on your face and head.” Sounds like a plan to me! I suck down on his balls harder and give his dick some hard yanks. “Fuck yeah pig.” His cock has swollen in my fingers and his ballsack has gotten tight. I know it’s coming soon. He mutters “Fuckkkkkk,” and explodes cum. Since I’m down low sucking his balls the majority of his cum land on the top of my head and face. I quickly move my mouth to milk the last few drops of warm cum from his dick. “Good little pig,” is all I hear as he leaves.

Tonight I wanted to be an absolute pig. So I left his cum in my hair and on my face as I left the maze. Between the brown bandanna and the sticky cum, I was getting a lot of attention. I was exploring more of this pig paradise when I see the door to the basement. It’s was one of those old doors with the frosted glass in the top half and the words “locker rooms” in old flaky paint. I stood there for a moment, unsure if I should head downstairs. Am I ready for what I’ve been fantasizing about for so long? I had planned this trip for too long to not finish the play.

Opening the door I see the stairway leading down. It’s dark, musty and totally grundgy. Like taking the stairs down to Hell. afyon escort As I descend faint smells of stale piss and cum begin to reach my nose. There’s a single dim bulb on at the bottom. At the landing is the door into the locker room. Inside are two well built men in leather chaps and nothing else. There are a few empty beer bottles scattered around. I hope they have finished these bottles recently. One of them walks up to me, his thick cock pointing at the floor. Spotting my brown bandanna he tells his friend, “looks like we have ourselves a real pig. What do you want pig?”

“Anything you want to feed me sir,” I respond.

He pulls my towel off, stating, “you won’t be needing this for a while.” His buddy pushes me down on the floor. I take his cock into my mouth, working it the best I can. But these guys aren’t down here for just a simple blowjob. Grabbing my head he shoves his dick in deep, down the back of my throat. I gag hard, which just turns him on more.

“I think he needs some training,” he states. He backs his cock out just a bit and then rams it home again. Gaging again, my stomach does a few flips. This of course encourages him to go harder and deeper. He drives his cock deep and his balls slam against my chin. His long cock is covered with my drool, making it even more slick.

Noticing my rock hard cock, the other guys proclaims, “he likes his training.” After a couple more thrust of his long cock, I’m laid out the long bench that runs between a row of lockers.

The first guy straddles the bench over my face. “You’re a pig. You know what to do.” He lowers his ass over my face so I can rim him. His hole has some dried shit left over from his last dump. I work my tongue in, out and around, making sure to get every little bit of his dried shit cleaned up. Tasting his dried shit is has an instant impact on my cock. Its swells even more dripping precum. He decides to help me out by grinding his hairy ass hard into my face. My nose is buriedo in his shit hole My cock is rock hard at this point. I push my tongue into his shit tube as he bears his weight down on me. At the same time he is pulling and twisting my cock, making it hurt and feel so good at the same time.

We go on for several minutes until his buddy interrupts us. “Fuck dude hurry up, I got to take a wicked piss and don’t want to waste it.” My top climbs off of me, letting me take a full breath of the stale locker room air.

“I’ve got something for you pig.” I roll off the bench and look at the other man. He’s holding his cock, motioning for me to kneel if front of him. I gladly assume the position, waiting for his hot piss. Grabbing the back of my head he aims his piss hose directly at my face. An arch of yellow piss squirts out of his cock and hits my chest. After a few seconds delay the full steam of piss begins. I open my mouth and allow his salty hot urine flow in. I sallow but his piss keeps coming, overflowing out of my mouth and covering my chest and down to my hard cock. Pretty amasya escort soon a puddle is forming around me. As his piss stream slows down I take his cock directly into my mouth. I eagerly suck the last few drops from the tip of his dick.

The first guy was taking all of this in. “Damn, you are a pig.”

I’m kneeling in a puddle of piss, stroking my cock. “You haven’t reached my limit yet, sir,” I respond.

“We’ll see about that. Hope you didn’t get that brown rag by accident. Get back on the bench pig, we have unfinished business.”

I stand and the cold piss runs off my body. I lay back down on the bench with a pretty good idea what is likely to come next. He straddles the bench again, his ass hovering a foot above my face. I reach up between his legs to find a huge cock growing hard. But my eyes are locked on his sphincter. “Let’s see if you’re a true pig.” I feel his body tense as he bears down. A few seconds later his shit hole opens some, then closes. I can feel my cock pulsate it’s so hard. Again his shit hole opens, but this time wider. “You better be fucking ready pig.”

His rosebud closes, but not completely. He tenses and pushes and this time his shit breeches the hole. He doesn’t move, so I watch as his log snake out and down the few inches to me. I’m now pulling hard on his huge dick. I open my mouth just in time to take in the warm shit. The initial taste is bitter, but somehow this just turns me on more. A day’s worth of shit slides from his ass and into my mouth. I can feel the weight of the shit in my mouth. It’s warm against my tongue.

As his stands up he asks, “How’s that pig?” My head is tilted back a little with my mouth wide opened. Six inches of shit deposited in my mouth. I’m now yanking on my own cock, nearly pulling it off I’m so aroused.

“Here, let me help you with this,” my top says. He straddles the bench one more time, but this time his cock is facing me. Using his fingers he points his thick, hard cock towards my shit filled mouth. My eyes open wide as I watch him dip his cock into the shit he deposited only a few seconds ago.

He slowly begins to fuck my mouth. Each stroke pushes his shit deep into my mouth, smearing it all around. He pulls his feces covered cock out of my mouth and slide it around my face. “I hear a shit facial is good for the skin,” he laughs. But I can tell he’s getting excited as his cock is oozing precum. I reach up and pull his dick back into my mouth. The face fucking is getting real now. He gets into a rhythm. I move my tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Oh yeah, fuck that feels good.” I had forgotten about his buddy until I spot him jerking off out of the corner of my eye. Soon he moves in close and unleashes a huge load across my face. Fresh cum mixes with the shit already on my face.

Seeing this must have been the trigger because within a few more strokes down my throat I feel my top’s dick swell up. With a final thrust, he plunges his cock deep and explodes deep in my mouth. His hot cum mixing with the shit remaining in my mouth. I suck it to extract the last few drops of his cum.

He stands up and reaches for my cock. I very quickly reach an orgasm I will not soon forget. Gritting my teeth, I moan and empty my balls on his hand and my stomach. My two leather tops walk out of the locker room. As they exist I hear, “oink”.

Yes indeed, I was an extreme pig.

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This story was inspired by a brief sexting session I had with the lovely Vivienne Rose on Twitter several months ago.

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“This isn’t right” was all he managed to sputter out as she took a seat on his desk, legs spread open and bright pink silk panties there for all the world to see. “I mean, I’m your boss.”

If she heard him, she didn’t seem to care, and the more he thought about it, neither did her. Frank had honestly dreamed of a moment like this ever since he had first laid eyes on Rose two years ago. At the time, he hadn’t understood why a woman as stunning as she was- with thick thighs, large breasts, and an ass that made itself known no matter what she wore, was working as a cleaning lady for the office, but he’d never questioned it.

After all, it meant she was always around, and he could sneak glances at her to his heart’s content.

Frank had lost track of how many days he’d watched her work, then when it was time to clock out, rushed home to jerk off to thoughts of her. But now that she was here? He wasn’t sure what to do.

The night had started out rather normal. He was working late- a project had gone over budget and he was trying to figure out what to do, and after losing track of time realized he was probably one of the only people left in the building. The sound of squeaking wheels on tiles told him he was wrong, and that was how Rose had wound up outside his door.

After that?

Well, he wasn’t sure. They spoke for a few minutes and the next thing he knew, she was there, sitting on his desk like she’d stepped straight out of one of his fantasies, and he was helpless to do anything about it.

“It’s okay sweetie,” Rose said with a devilish smirk that made him blush, “I know you want this as much as I do.”

Her hand moved down her chest, gliding its way through her tits and along her stomach, his eyes following it the whole way, and nearly bulging out of his head when it made its way beneath her skirt and began to rub along her panties.

Rose leaned back, her free hand resting on the top of his desk while the other moved all around the soft, silk fabric. Frank was practically mesmerized by the sight, and he could feel his cock begin to strain against his pants. A part of him knew he should say something- she was an employee after all, and he was one of the highest-level executives in the building. They could get into a lot of trouble.

But he stayed silent, and instead watched as a damp spot started to form on the front of her panties. He couldn’t help but stare,

“I see this pleases you,” Rose whispered seductively, right before a moan escaped her red lips. Her head tilted back as her fingers danced along, and Frank could barely believe what was happening. He pinched himself to be sure it wasn’t a dream and shivered once he realized it was real. Rose was sitting on his desk and playing with herself.

She looked his way and smiled at the expression plastered all over his face, as well as the growing bulge in his pants. “Should I…” she said, moving her fingers to the edge of the panties, teasing him with just the briefest glimpse of her already wet pussy.

Frank nodded, unable to speak. Her fingers moved around slowly before her middle finger slipped past the panties and into her waiting lips. She gasped, then let out a whimper that made his cock jump against the crotch of his pants. He wanted to pull it out then and there but he refrained. He had something else in mind first.

“Take them off,” he said, though less of a command and more of a plea. Rose smirked, fingering her pussy a few minutes longer before gently slipping the panties down her thighs and legs. She stepped out of them without bahçelievler escort issue, but once she did, Rose kept them dangling off the end of her finger.

Frank watched as she stretched out her arm so her hand was mere inches from his face. “These?” She asked, her grin wicked as could be as she slowly swung them back and forth. His eyes were glued to the damp, pink fabric, and followed them even as the scent of her wet pussy wafted off and into his nose.

Now it was his turn to moan. “Yesss.”

Rose grinned, then looked at the clock. Without warning, she slid off the desk and slipped the panties into his suit pocket. “I still have a few more rooms to clean. But if you’re a good boy, I’ll come back and play when I’m done.”

Before he could say a word, Frank watched her walk out of his office, cleaning cart in hand as if what had just occurred was the most normal thing in the world. And maybe to her, it was. But to him, it was a dream come true, and one that did not seem to be over.

Still, he tried to get a handle on things now that she was gone. He closed the files on his computer- knowing there was no way any more work was getting done tonight, then took a deep breath.

He’d intended that to steady himself, but the moment he did, the scent of the panties in his pocket entered his nose, and Frank shuddered.

There they were. Rosie’s damp panties. Just waiting for him. He knew he shouldn’t do anything, but his cock was begging and his mind was more or less ordering him to do what something he had up until then only dreamed of.

Frank unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out. Then, he pulled the panties from his suit pocket and held them over his nose.

The scent of Rose’s pussy filled his nostrils, and he moaned as his free hand started to stroke his cock. Slowly of course- he didn’t want this to end too soon, much as he wanted to cum. Frank had no idea if she would return, or if this would ever happen again. He had to make it last.

Sitting there, lost in a haze of pleasure, he almost didn’t hear the wheels of the cleaning cart return, but he did hear Rose’s voice from the doorway. “Couldn’t wait for me?”

Frank stopped stroking his cock, but didn’t move her panties from his face. He needed them to hide the massive blush of embarrassment that had overtaken it. “You’re hard to resist.”

Slowly, Rose made her way back to the desk, her eyes locked on his cock. “I see some other things that are hard as well.” She knelt by his chair, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on her cock as she spoke. “Poor thing looks like he’s aching for a soft touch.”

In an instant, Frank froze. There was something he had always dreamed of where Rose was concerned, something he never thought would happen. Of course, he’d never expected any of this, so he might as well shoot his shot. “Wait..”

Rose looked up at him, a curious look in her eyes.

“Could you…” Frank stammered. He had never done anything like this. Never admitted this particular fantasy to anyone. “Could you use those?”

He pointed over at her cleaning cart. Specifically, to an unopened packaged of yellow rubber gloves. Frank had a massive fetish for gloves, especially rubber ones, and every time he’d seen Rose wear a pair on her cleaning rounds he’d nearly melted.

With a grin, Rose rose and headed over to the cart. She took the package and returned to the desk. Slowly, she opened it and slid each glove on, making sure to take her time. Frank was practically drooling at the sight.

“Pants off,” she ordered, and Frank nearly fell over in his zeal to do so. Rose tried not to laugh bağcılar escort at the sight, but in an instant, they were off and he sat on the chair half-naked, his erection free for her to play with. Kneeling once more, Rose rubbed her gloved fingers across his inner thigh, and Frank shivered at her touch.

Almost as an afterthought, he recalled the panties. “What about these?”

Rose’s hand gently glided along his crotch, stopping short of his balls. “You looked content with them before.”

Frank nodded, then returned them to their place over his nose. The scent, along with the sensations of her fingers teasing him, was driving him wild. He sniffed the panties and moaned at Rose’s soft touch. This was Heaven.

“Imagine it was my pussy, instead of my panties,” Rose whispered, her fingers just barely touching his shaft. The thought sent jolts through his system, and Frank did as he was told. He thought of her wet pussy resting over his mouth and nose, the scent and taste of her juices filling him as she came on his face. He moaned and instinctively thrust his cock towards her fingers.

In an instant, one of Rose’s hands pushed him back down. “Don’t get greedy” she said, her tone reminding him of a strict schoolteacher even as the feeling of her rubber-clad hand on his body sent shivers down his spine.

“Sorry.” He said and returned to sniffing her panties. Rose watched him with a smile and lightly rubbed her hand along his shaft. His cock was aching in her grasp, but she was far from finished with him. He gripped the arm of the chair with his free hand, the feeling of Rose’s hands driving him wild.

Just as he was getting used to her soft, teasing strokes, Rose’s other hand cupped his balls and began to rub them. “Fuck!” He said through panties, the feeling of her gloves running across his cock and around his balls better than he had ever imagined. But he wanted more.

“Stop,” Frank said, surprising even himself. Rose did, looking up at him curiously. “I want you to finger yourself with those… I want those gloves covered in your juices.”

Rose smiled, then stood up and plopped herself in his lap, straddling him so that she could play with herself and him at the same time. One gloved hand slipped into her already wet pussy and continued the fingering she’d started earlier, while the other one rubbed his still-aching cock.

Frank put the panties on his desk, and slid a hand under her shirt, cupping her breasts and she pleasured them both. It felt so good- all of it did, and he couldn’t help but keep going. “Get those gloves drenched in your juices..”

He wasn’t sure if she’d done this before, but Rose’s ability to multi-task was incredible. Her rubber-clad fingers slipped in and out of her glistening pussy lips even as their twin stroked his cock for all it was worth. Frank could feel her nipples in the palms of his hands, relished in the opportunity to rub her tits. Her moans were music to his ears, and though she was keeping him on edge, he didn’t care. Frank didn’t want this moment to end.

Rose’s moans increased, she was panting even as he held her there. Frank watched her fingers fuck her pussy faster and faster, then nearly jumped out of his seat as her other hand gripped his cock while she came. Waves of pleasure coursed through her while she gushed all over her glove, his lap, and his cock. Frank didn’t mind.

As she came down from her orgasm, however, he stopped her from returning her full, gloved attention to his cock. Instead, he moved his hands out from under her shirt and grabbed at her pussy-juice soaked gloved hand, brought it up to his lips, and stuck each finger ümraniye escort in his mouth. He sucked every drop of her cum off the glove, loving every bit of it while Rose watched him.

“That was so hot sweetie,” she said when he finished, “Such a good boy.” Frank smiled, then watched as she slid off his lap and back onto the floor. “You wanna cum for me?” Rose asked, and he nodded feverishly.

The feeling of both her gloved hands- one still wet with his saliva and traces of her juices, stroking up and down his cock was incredible. Frank knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he gripped the arms of the chair anyhow, in some vain attempt to hold back just a little bit longer.

But Rose’s hands were good at what they did, and with a few slick strokes along his shaft, he was ready to burst. However, that wicked grin of hers returned, and she immediately stopped stroking, though her hands stayed on Franks cock. “Beg.”

“What?” Frank asked, his sweat-drenched face twinged with need as he stared down at the cleaning lady kneeling before him.

Rose looked up at him, her expression betraying nothing. “Beg. Beg me to let you cum.” She slowly let one finger glide along his shaft, and Frank shivered.

“Please let me cum.”

She shook her head. “Not like that sweetie. Say ‘Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

Frank’s mind was frazzled. The power dynamic had shifted throughout tonight’s events, and he was no longer sure who was truly in charge. But a part of his knew if he did as she asked, it would be clear to them both. And her boss or not, it wouldn’t matter.

He also knew he needed to cum.

“Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

Another finger slowly slid across his cock. “Again.”

“Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

One hand now, stroking him ever so slowly. “Again.”

He was practically feral with need now, this temptress keeping him just close enough to exploding that he could- would, do anything she asked. “Please Miss Rose,” his voice stuttered as he struggled to speak. “Let me cum.”

Rose smiled, drinking in his words and the submission that came with them. “Okay, sweetie. Cum for me.”

Both her gloved hands went back to work, stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls with such ferocity that Frank knew he was going to burst. He felt his balls tighten beneath the grip of the slick rubber fingers, felt his cock start to buckle in the palm of Rose’s hand.

And then, he came.

His cock exploded, streams of thick, white cum poured out with every stroke, and the glove that played with his balls was there to catch every last drop. Rose expertly milked Frank’s cock, draining his aching balls until she was certain her gloves had gotten it all. She smirked as he collapsed in his chair, then got to her feet and pulled the gloves off.

Frank watched her head back to her cart. Watched as she tossed the used rubber gloves in the trash, then skipped back over to his desk. Without warning, she kissed him, long and deep, and her red lips overpowered him to the point all he could do was sit there and let her do it. He had always dreamed of something like this, but somehow, the real thing felt different. Rose wasn’t simply kissing him.

She was marking her territory. Her lipstick stuck to his lips, letting him know in no uncertain terms that tonight, she had taken ownership of him. And right then and there, Frank understood why Rose remained a cleaning lady. She was good at it for sure, but it also gave her opportunities other positions wouldn’t.

Like staying late to seduce and conquer men like him.

“That was fun sweetie,” she said after breaking the kiss. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Frank nodded as Rose picked up her panties. She stared at them for a moment before slipping them back into his pocket. “Consider these a present… And a reminder.”

“Of what?” Frank managed to say as her deep blue eyes stared into his.

“Of who owns you.”

Then she blew him a kiss and walked away, leaving Frank alone, spent, and owned.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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It was incredible how quickly things had changed. Just a few months before, I felt like I had it all figured out. Graduated college, found a job, moved into an apartment with my girlfriend — things were working out. Sure, it wasn’t a great job or a great apartment, but both were good enough. Emma and I were happy with our low paying jobs and our studio apartment, and we were and optimistic about how things were looking. And then it all turned upside down.

When I first lost my job at the restaurant, I didn’t even think twice about it. I told even told Emma “Whatever, there are a million places I can work. I bet I find a new crappy job in a week.” But I didn’t. After two weeks I started to get a little nervous, and after four weeks with no paycheck, my savings were gone. Emma and I had to face the fact that she couldn’t make rent alone, so we’d have to figure something out, and fast. When Emma told me that one of her friends had a room open up in her shared apartment, I took it as good news and didn’t understand why she seemed upset telling me.

“That’s great, Emma! We can move in there until I get back on my feet. It’ll just be a month or two, and I bet it’ll be fun living with a roommate for a little while,” I told her. But I could see that something was wrong.

When she finally looked up at me and spoke, it hit me like a kick to the gut. “No, Adam, that’s not — I’m really sorry, and I definitely don’t want to break up, that’s not what this is, I promise!” She was almost in tears as she continued, “but Sarah said she wasn’t comfortable with both of us living in the room. The place really is too small for three people, and she thought living with a couple would be weird for her. You understand, right?”

“But, but, Em,” I pleaded, “can’t you explain that it’ll be just for like a month or two? I promise I won’t get in the way or make things weird or anything!”

“I really tried, Adam. I really did. She was set against it. And it’ll be ok. It’s just temporary, right?” She tried smiling and taking my hands in hers.

I was at a loss. I felt myself tearing up and looked away from her in shame. I sat like that for a while, desperate to find another solution, but I didn’t see one. It was a new city for me and I didn’t have any friends I was close with to ask about crashing at their place. So, I had to accept it. I looked up at my girlfriend and tried to play down how hard it was for me. “You’re right, Em. It’s not even such a big deal. I’ll stay at my dad’s for a while. It’s only about an hour from here anyway. We’ll be fine.”

We both tried to smile at each other and spent the night cuddling in our shared apartment for the last time.

I called my father the next day and talked to him about it. At first he almost seemed hesitant and I got desperate “Dad! Please, I really don’t have anywhere to go!”

He reassured me “No, no, son. Don’t worry. Of course, you’ll always have a place with me. Of course. It’s just…well, it’ll be fine. I’m traveling for business for the next few weeks, so it’ll be just you and Megan at home. But that’s ok, with you, right?”

“Of course! Thanks so much, dad. Yeah, it’ll be fun. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.”

My father had married Megan just a year before, and since I had been at college, I never really spent any time with her. It’d been just me and dad since I was little, so when he had told me he met someone, I was really happy for him. He was a great guy and deserved to be happy. I was a little shocked when he said they were getting married so soon after meeting, but when I saw her I could understand why. She was about 35 years old, about ten years younger than my dad, and she was stunning. Tall, 5’10” I guessed, beautiful long red hair, green eyes that felt like they were looking through you, and a distractingly good body. She had a tight, toned athletic body, narrow waist, and large breasts, firm enough to stay perky, but soft and round and almost impossible to look away from.

They made a funny couple, my dad and Megan. She was a couple of inches taller with looks that demanded attention, while my father was nice looking for his age, but you’d never notice him for his looks. And next to Megan’s glowing confidence, he almost seemed to shrink. But they seemed happy with each other and were married in a quick ceremony. I wasn’t even there! Just something with a couple of their friends, he said. If I was skeptical at all, seeing at how relaxed and happy my dad was since Megan moved in made me really happy for him.

I admit I was pretty bummed about moving back home, but all that evaporated when I actually got there. Megan was inviting and friendly. I was worried it might be awkward, but she made me feel at home from the moment I arrived, greeting me with a big hug at the door, “Welcome home, Adam! I know this wasn’t part of your plan, but we’re happy to have you here. Why don’t you go unpack and get settled in your room, and come on down whenever you’re ready. izmir escort Sound good?”

Her smile was warm and genuine and I forgot even why I was hesitant to come home. “Sounds great. Thanks so much, Megan.”

And that’s how it was for the first few days. All smiles and hugs. We’d have coffee together in the morning and then wine with dinner in the evenings. Our chats weren’t super deep, but we were getting to know each other a bit, and definitely having a nice time. When things changed, I had nobody to blame but myself.

It was late afternoon. I was lounging on the couch when I heard her keys in the front door. I have to admit that seeing her come home from her runs and yoga classes was a guilty highlight of my day. Seeing Megan in her skin tight leggings, her flat tummy exposed, her breasts almost spilling out of her tight sports top, who wouldn’t like to see her like that? Her body would still be sweaty, too, which somehow made her look even sexier. She’d answer my “Good workout, Megan?” playfully, tossing her ankle socks at me “See for yourself!” and we’d both have a nice laugh.

But when she came in that day, her usual calm had been replaced by a hectic rushing around. “Adam, I totally forgot I had dinner plans tonight. Can I ask you to just pick up around the house? I have to just jump into the shower and run. Just maybe collect the laundry and put away the dishes, ok?”

“Sure, no problem,” I replied, trying to sneak a glance at her tight butt as she walked past, as I often did. A few times I thought she’d caught me looking, but I just made like I was looking at my phone. But my god, her ass! Each cheek defined so perfectly in her yoga pants. It was perfect. I felt wrong for looking at my dad’s wife like that, but couldn’t help it.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs and figured I’d get started on the dishes. I had just finished up in the kitchen when she ran past me and said “You can just grab the dirty clothes and leave them by the washer. I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Bye!” I heard the door close behind her. She did have a habit of leaving her clothes around the house sometimes, but since she was doing most of the chores anyway, I didn’t have any complaints. Also, I’d be lying if I said that seeing her clothes here and there wasn’t kind of nice for me. I took it as a sign of how comfortable we were with each other, plus getting to see her panties lying on the floor was definitely a turn on.

Seeing her panties balled up on the floor of the bathroom, as much as I knew I shouldn’t, I would sometimes grab them, hold them to my face, and sniff. Her aroma was incredible. It was like a bolt of electricity coursing through my body. I was always super quick about it, making sure to leave them just as I found them on the floor. If I was lucky, they’d still be sweaty from her body, smelling incredible. So that night, with her out of the house, and her actually asking me to pick up the clothes she’d just taken off, I felt like I had hit the jackpot! I was almost trembling as I picked up her panties. She’d worn a pink pair made from a super thin material, and I could see how they were still wet in the crotch, all the way through to the back.

Having the house to myself for a change, I took no time in deciding to take her panties to my room. My heart was pounding as I almost ran into my room and jumped onto my bed. I hadn’t allowed myself to even sniff them on the way, figuring a little denial would turn me on even more. I was on my back, pants pulled down, shirt pulled up in anticipation of blowing a huge load, one hand on my cock, the other clutching Megan’s panties. I closed my eyes as I took them to my face and inhaled long and deep. I let out a moan as I took in her scent. My cock already throbbing hard and I gave another long sniff. Eyes closed, I could think of nothing but Megan’s tight ass, how these panties were up against her pussy as she ran and just inhaled deeply again, moaning even louder.

I was in heaven, lost in the scent of her pussy, her sweat, her panties. All I knew was how good she smelled, how hard I was, and how close I was to cumming. Totally lost. Which is why I didn’t hear her come back up the stairs, or notice her standing in my open doorway. She cleared her throat loudly and I screamed, shocked that I wasn’t alone.

“Ahh! Oh god!” I stammered and clumsily pulled at my pants, dropping her panties, panicked, startled, humiliated. “I…Megan…I didn’t know…ummmmm”

“Not exactly what I meant when I said to collect the laundry, Adam.” And was she…smiling?

“No, I know…I just…” but she cut me off.

“Quiet, now. Don’t insult me by denying what I just saw, ok, hon? Just shush as I decide what I’m going to do.” She wouldn’t stop looking right me as my face burned with embarrassment. “So, certainly if I tell your father what you’ve been up to, your little arrangement here will be over, won’t it?”

I nodded. Of course it would. kahramanmaraş escort My pants were still around my knees, but at least I’d managed to get my underwear back up. Though my hardon was clear as day, poking against my boxerbriefs. God, why wouldn’t it go down!

“Do you want that, Adam? I could call him and he’d tell you to be out by tomorrow, woudn’t he?”

“Yeah. Probably,” I muttered as I stared at the floor.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Megan snapped at me. Startled, I flinched and looked up at her, shocked to find her definitely smiling now.

“So here’s my proposal. I keep this between us, but under a few conditions,” she said as she stepped closer to me.

“Of course! Anything! Please, I’m so sorry, Megan,” I was begging and desperate. If they kicked me out for this, it’s not like I could explain to Emma. I’d be screwed!

“Shhhh. I said shush, Adam. I just came back in to grab my phone from my dresser and I do have to run to my dinner now, so I don’t have time to sort this out with you now,” she paused and touched my cheek. I shuddered. “So let’s agree on this for now. You will do what I say, when I say it. Anything I don’t tell you to do, you must ask permission to do before doing it, and you are to do nothing without my explicit orders or permission. No questions asked and no more second chances. Is that acceptable to you, hon?”

I was ready to agree to anything. I had no choice, afterall. “Of course, Megan. Yes. Your house, you are in charge.”

She smiled. “Good boy. Now, I’m going to watch you put my panties back into my room, then I’m going to lock the door, since you obviously can’t be trusted.”

I nodded and picked up her dirty panties from where I’d dropped them on my bed and bent down to pull up my pants and return them to her room.

Megan slapped my hands away from my pants. “Did I say to pull up your pants!? Already breaking the rules. I guess I should just call your father.”

“No, wait. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Megan. I’ll listen.” And I hobbled to her room, pants falling around my ankles. My face blushing bright red, it felt hot. I heard her let out a little laugh as I took my stupid little steps to her room. She followed behind me and locked her bedroom door.

“See? See how easy it is to just do as I say?” her finger on my face again as I nodded. “And look? Seems like you are enjoying our arrangement so far?” and she took my chin and forced my glance down, to my cock still hard and poking against my underwear. “Come on!” I thought to myself, “why now!”

Picking my head back up to look at her, she asked “Is there anything you’d like to ask permission to do before I leave, dear?” Her green eyes staring at me.

We could both see how hard I was, but I couldn’t muster the nerve to ask her if I could jerk off. Imagine! So I shook my head “No.”

“Ok, Adam. But do NOT break the rules again or the deal is off. And hon,” she continued with a smile, “I WILL know if you do.” Watching her walk down the stairs I noticed for the first time how hot she’d dressed for her dinner. Spiky high heels, black stockings, and a tight black dress that clung to her body, showing off her breasts and their cleavage, leaving her shoulders and much of her back exposed. I stood at the top of the stairs, frozen, head spinning from what had just happened. She look back up at me and laughed “You do have permission to pull up your pants now, hon.” And she left.

I was shaking as I dropped onto the couch. I was so mad at myself for being so stupid and getting caught doing it! What if I got kicked out? What if Emma found out why? God, would dad ever forgive me? What have I done? My mind was racing, and I needed to calm down. “Megan said it’d be ok. I just have to listen to her” I told myself, trying to relax. I took some deep breaths and tried watching some tv as a distraction. It seemed like time was frozen. I was both terrified of what Megan would say when she got home. But I also needed to know what she would say! I felt I’d lost control over my life and was desperate to at least know what was going to happen. I’d stare at the door, trying to will Megan back home.

After the longest four hours of my life, I heard the key in the door. I jumped to my feet, and waited for Megan to enter.

The door opened, my heart was pounding in my chest as Megan walked in. Seeing me standing, as if at attention, she smiled her warm smile at me, and laughed softly. “Looks like someone has been waiting for me to get home! Happy to see me, hon?”

I was stammering again, “I just wanted to apologize again, Megan. Really, I don’t know what–” she put her finger to her red lips and stopped me mid-sentence.

“We’re past all that now, hon. Ok? So stop it. That part is over, we both know what you did, you accepted that I’ll be in charge and now you just have to follow that one rule. Just do as I say, and your little violation of manavgat escort my privacy will never be a problem.” Her words, though I still didn’t know exactly what she meant, were calming to me, slightly. My heart was still pounding as she came closer, put her hands on my shoulders and said “Now, take a deep breath, and slowly let it out.” She did it with me. “Good. Now again, and this time, feel how relaxing it is to just let Megan be in charge. No more worrying about doing the right thing. No more worrying about what dad will think, what is best for you, what you want. Let me take care of all that worrying and thinking. You just have to do as I say. Now, big deep breath and hold it.” I did as she said, filling my lungs, trying to accept what was happening, “and now as you let it out, let out all that worrying.” As I exhaled. “Good, now again. Big deep breath, taking in your nice, relaxing, comforting, breath. Big deep breath, Adam, breath it in and and think Obeeeeeeey,” I shuddered softly as I did as she said, feeling my heart slow, my breathing get steadier. “And now let out all that worry, and exhale. Good boy. Now again.” We repeated it three more times. By the end, I really was quite calm. She smiled, and said “Feel better, dear? No more panic?”

I nodded in agreement and moved to sit next to her as she took a place on the couch. She stopped me. “No, Adam. I sit here on the couch and you sit on the floor at my feet. Don’t worry if you think it’s weird or anything else. Let me make all those decisions and you just…” she trailed off and looked at me expectantly.

“Oh, ummm…I obey.” I saw her smile approvingly and instantly felt better having done something right.

“Yes, hon. I say what to do and you obey.” She was smiling again, but with a gleam in her eye I hadn’t seen before. “Now, sit at my feet and let’s talk about how things are going to be.”

I sat on the floor next to her feet. Her legs were crossed, and her dress was hiked up showing much of her thigh, up to the top of her stocking. She was dangling one of her pointed black high heels off her foot as she spoke. “I’m going to explain things to you now, and I want you just to listen. Do what I say, and only speak if I ask you a direct question. Understand?” She looked down at me and I felt 3 inches tall.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Wonderful. Off to a perfect start. Now, dear, show me how you’ve accepted your place at my feet. Give each of my shoes a kiss, right on the tips.” She bent over her lap a little to watch me, “And do not make me wait. If I tell you to do something, you don’t worry about how you feel about it, you just…” raising an eyebrow at me.

“…I obey” I answered and bent down and kissed her shiny shoes. One kiss on the front of each. It was embarrassing to do, and I felt a little ridiculous kissing her shoes, but I reminded myself that I had no choice and could almost hear Megan’s reassuring voice, telling me to relax and obey.

“Now, seeing as we both know how much you like to sniff my things, remove my shoes one at a time. Hold each to your face and let me see you inhale deeply through your nose. And do NOT hesitate.”

My hands shaking, I did as she said. Her shoes a heady mix of her sweaty feet and the leather. I tried just telling myself to just do as she said, that I had no choice, not to think about it. But, as I smelled her shoes, did I, I mean, did I like it? Did I feel myself getting hard? “Just do as she says, don’t worry, don’t worry” I told myself, again and again.

I was broken out of my mantra when she said “Now, lay down. And just listen. No, put your head here under my feet and lay on your back. Good, like that.” Then she placed her stockinged feet on my face, one foot covering my nostrils, the other across my lips. The scent of her feet filled my head, I couldn’t escape it. Salty, funky, sour, sweet, I inhaled deeply as she spoke. “Good, good. There it is. Just sniff and listen. This is how it’s going to be now. No more just lounging around and having me take care of the house. All the chores, those are now yours. You will have coffee waiting for me when I wake up, you will have all of my meals prepared and keep the house clean.” She wiggled her toes on my lips, pushing them into my mouth. “You may suck on my foot now.” Doing as she said, my mouth filled with the salty taste of her sweaty nylons and feet after a night squeezed into her tight shoes.

It was all a new experience for me, the taste, the smell, how her nylons felt against my tongue, my face. I concentrated on my breathing so as not to gag as she pushed all of her toes into my mouth. I sucked, hoping I was doing what she wanted. My heart jumped as I heard her laugh, hoping that I hadn’t done something else wrong.

“Well, look at that. Seems like my panties aren’t the only thing you like to sniff, hmmm?” She took her foot out of my mouth and tapped it against the hardon tenting my jeans. Her touch on my aching cock was electric. I felt I could almost cum just from that and let out a moan. “Oh no you don’t!” and she shoved her foot back into my mouth. You must ask permission for everything, especially orgasms. And, spoiler alert, hon. You aren’t getting one for quite a while. What you did was very wrong and you have a long way to go to earn anything as nice as an orgasm. Now, keep sucking my foot, dear.”

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