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A bead of sweat formed on the princess’s temple. She sat across from her kingdom’s most trusted advisor–Bellus–a fat mustachioed man in his forties who was practically a second father to her. Bellus had no official standing or holding within the kingdom beyond Royal Aid, but he carried more sway and influence than those who inherited or were appointed.

Princess Miriam’s father–the king–was bedridden, his health deteriorating over the last many moons. “It’s time for you to take over for me, darling,” the king said to her from his bed weeks before. His breath was short. Princess Miriam held his hand. He finally caught his breath after a fit of coughing and said, “Bellus will be there to help. Trust him, and it’ll all work out.”

The candles on the table flickered as Princess Miriam and Bellus sat at the centuries-old wooden table in the Council Room.

“Is there nothing else we can do? My kingdom’s reputation is at stake. No one will want to trade with us, and my people are scared. We’ve offered enough gold for a man to fund a rival kingdom. We’ve brought in a so-called slayer from the Sumar Isles. We’ll run out of brave fools soon enough, and then we’ll have nothing to hope for.”

Bellus stroked his mustache and stared at Miriam. A slight smile came to his face. “I do have one last idea… But I’m afraid you’re not going to like it.”

“Stop being coy, Bellus, and just tell me. I’d do anything at this point to protect my people, whatever the cost.”

“All right, my grace. But first, promise me you won’t dismiss me flippantly. It is, after all, just an idea.”

“Gods, what do you have in mind? Fine, fine, I promise.”

“There is one thing we can offer that no one else has. Something that will inspire bravery beyond compare. An offer those not stupid enough to risk their lives yet would gladly throw away everything for. Something no amount of gold can buy.”

“My hand? Bellus, are you mad? We’d be throwing away a chance to make a lasting alliance with any number of powerful kingdoms.”

“No, my dear, not your hand…”

“Then… what?”

“Your maidenhood.”

The candles flickered as the air in the room changed. The princess’s face turned bright red. She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up.

“Bellus! How dare you!”

“An idea, just an idea, your grace.”

“No one would want to marry a princess who is not a maiden. My people will think I’m a slut!”

“The reward will not be known to all. And we can make sure our hero speaks no word of it. Craxam can brew just the potion…”

“I-I-I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“It is quite simple, your grace. Pardon my crudeness, but you suck, you fuck, you make him come, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

“My father would never approve of this! He’d have your tongue just for suggesting it.”

“But your father’s not here.”

“I’ve dreamed of that night my entire life, and you want me to give it away as a reward as if it’s something that can be exchanged? Have you no respect for me, Bellus?”

“I don’t see any other options. People are fleeing and dying faster than their giving birth. No one wants to move here, it’s too dangerous. Trade has all but dried up to a trickle. The future of the kingdom is at stake. Your grace, you must do this for your people, for your kingdom.”

Princess Miriam sat back down and put her head in her hands.

“Fine, for my kingdom,” she said. “Make it so.”

• • •

Word spread through the kingdom and beyond of the princess’s reward. No one knew exactly what it was, and most assumed it was her hand in marriage or her family’s most treasured item–the black greatsword called Obsidian. It took weeks for the word to spread far enough to find new heroes who’d risk their lives against such an adversary. But they began to eventually show up again.

• • •

“Have you any updates on the situation?” Princess Miriam asked Bellus in the Council Chamber.

“An elderly wizard set off and was never heard from again. A young, queer witch from the north told the innkeeper one morn that she would be back in time for dinner but was never heard from again. There have been mournings of others, but none with any success. Be patient, my princess. It will take time for the right people to hear word and make the journey and do the work. We cannot rush it.”

“Yet we cannot afford to wait much longer. Or there will be no kingdom worth saving.”

“True enough, your grace. But patience for now.”

• • •

Princess Miriam sat in her father’s chamber, gripping his hand. “Stay strong, father. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. She could hardly hear him.

Craxam handed her a bottle with a viscous blue liquid inside. “Help him drink this, princess.”

“Have you and Bellus taken care of the problem?” the king asked.

“We’re doing everything we can, Father, I promise.”

The king squeezed her hand, the first sign of strength she’d seen in him in weeks. “My legacy is at stake. giresun escort Your legacy is at stake. Do what must be done, darling.”

“Yes, father. I will.”

The king drifted off to sleep, his lips stained blue.

• • •

Bellus burst into Princess Miriam’s bedchamber, which was larger than most of her subjects’ entire homes, his face pink, panting, and sweating profusely.

“Your grace, your grace!”

“Yes, Bellus?”

“They’ve done it, they’ve done it! Your audience,” he paused to catch his breath. “Is requested in the throne room. They’ve something to show you. Gods, they’ve done it!”

“They, what do you mean, they?”

“It’s a group of them, they’re waiting for you right now.”

“My dear, sweet Bellus. There is no way to split the reward like a sack of gold for them. How will this even work? Do they have a leader?”

“Yes, yes. We will sort it out. I’m sure one of them did most of the work. Let’s hear what they have to say first.”

The princess followed Bellus to the throne room. They entered through the door near the throne. The princess walked up the steps and sat on the throne. She surveyed the room. Six people stood near the entrance, all inconspicuous. Her paltry royal guard stood behind them. Craxam stood in the corner, watching.

“Princess Miriam, I present to you, Vulture and his band of heroes,” Bellus said, moving his body and arms theatrically.

Vulture and the five others with him stepped forward. Each of them carried a woven sack in their hands.

“Your grace, it’s an honor to meet you,” Vulture said. He was terrifyingly handsome. His hair was black as a moonless night. Tall and muscular with graceful movements. His dark eyes didn’t waver when he stared at the princess. “We come bearing gifts, m’lady. Let me introduce my companions.”

Vulture’s companions fanned out and he started at the end and worked his way across.

“Trellar, a renowned archer who never misses their mark.” The petite elf took a bow and then stuck their hand into their bag. They pulled out an eye, although it wasn’t messy. It had somehow already been preserved. They set it on the table in front of the princess’s throne. “We present you the eye of the beast, who shall never witness another moment again.”

The elf archer stepped back in line.

“Veranth, a witch from the far west with spells unlike any this continent has seen before.” The witch stepped forward, only her face visible through her hooded cloak. She reached into her bag and hard, flat, shiny object. “We present you the scale of the beast, which shall never deflect another arrow again.”

Vulture introduced the three remaining companions–a sturdy dwarf named Yort who gifted a fanged tooth larger than his hammer, a portly bruiser named Vega who gifted a talon, and a tall fencer named Leera who gifted the tip of a tail.

“And, finally, I, Vulture, present you with this.”

He reached into his bag and unfurled a tongue five feet in length, forked at the end.

“No longer shall this beast spray fire amongst your people, your fields, and your structures.”

Vulture slammed the tongue down on the table.

Princess Miriam stood up and clapped. “Bravo, bravo, Vulture and his brave companions. Well done. You have not only my thanks but the entire kingdom’s. They will write songs of you all, they will erect statues of you all, they will know you across the entire continent and beyond.”

Vulture and his companions bowed as if they had just returned to the stage after the completion of a play.

“Now what is this mysterious reward we have all worked so hard for, m’lady?” Vulture asked.

“In addition to my gratitude, you shall receive a gift only I can give. Craxam will prepare you, and then Bellus will lead you to my chambers. Until then.”

The princess kept her composure as she turned and left the throne room through the royal entrance behind her.

• • •

The princess sat on the edge of her bed in her chambers and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “I can do this,” she said to herself in a whisper. “I must be strong like my father. Vulture is surely handsome enough…”

She leapt up, startled, from the knock on her door.

“Yes, you may enter,” the princess said.

“It’s only me,” said Bellus as he entered and closed the door behind him in a frenzy. His hands were on his knees, breathing heavily, he gained enough composure to spout out what he needed to.

“M’lady… Vulture and his companions, they say they all want to split the reward. I told them that’s simply not possible. Vulture asked to know what the reward is, and I told him, given that they’ve drank the potion. He laughed, pulled out his blade, and said that reward can easily be split. I-I don’t know what to do, your grace. I’m not sure our guard can handle them if I’m being perfect honestly. We lost our best to the beast in the early days…”

“The nightmare continues,” said Princess Miriam, her head in her hands. “What yalova escort a mess you’ve gotten me in, Bellus. But the beast is gone, and it is my duty as the princess to give them their reward. Tell them to come in–all of them.”

“But m’lady, are you certain?”

The princess looked Bellus in the eyes and nodded.

“If anything goes wrong, just shout my name. I should be able to hear you.” Bellus walked back to the door and opened it, gesturing for the guests to come in.

The princess stood to welcome her guests.

“My brave heroes, I can’t thank you enough. I and my kingdom are forever in your debt. As a way to give our thanks and make a payment on this debt, I present you with… myself.” With the confidence of someone twice her age, the princess removed her dress as she swayed back and forth, revealing nothing but her bare skin underneath. A chill ran across her tight, petite body, making her small nipples hard.

Vulture and his companions watched in silence, revealing nothing.

“I’m sure Bellus told you the reward, did he not? The group of you, however, is a surprise, so you’ll have to help me get creative, as this is my first time with one, let alone many.”

Vulture stepped forward and grabbed the princess’s hand. He raised it to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on it. “There’s no reward sweeter in all of the kingdoms, your grace. We shall have no problem with getting creative.”

“Where shall we begin? ‘Tis your reward,” the princess asked, her voice breaking, betraying her faux confidence with the reality of the task at hand settling in.

“We, most of all, want to please you, m’lady,” Vulture said.

“Your gifts earlier pleased me more than anything else could–the safety of my people and my kingdom, there’s no greater pleasure.”

“That I’m not so sure of,” said Vulture, grinning.

Vulture moved his hand forward toward the princess, pressed his index finger between her lower lips, and slowly drug upward. The princess shuddered and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, recoiling slightly from the touch.

She looked behind Vulture and saw that Vega, the large bruiser, had a hand down his pants. But the four others stood motionless, waiting for guidance from their leader.

“Let’s get you warmed up, your skin is entirely gooseflesh. Trellar, why don’t you have a taste of our royal lady’s juices?”

Vulture stepped back to be with the rest of his companions while Trellar, the non-binary elf, stepped forward. The princess was flustered with each glance. At one moment Trellar seemed masculine and handsome, the next more beautiful than anyone she’d seen before. “Your grace,” they said as they walked forward and curtsied before the princess.

“Are all of your kind… like you?” she asked.

Trellar just smiled and shook his head.

“You’re beautiful. Yet handsome. It’s… confusing.”

Trellar leaned forward and licked the princess’s nipple with their tongue while they caressed the other nipple. They flicked their tongue back and forth, ever so slowly, ever so gently.

The elf kissed her down her body, falling to their knees as they did so. They wrapped both arms around her legs, squeezing her thighs, and began kissing her mons. They soon moved to the clit, and began encircling it with their tongue.

The princess, startled by the new sensation, stepped back. Trellar looked up, and the princess noticed the concern in their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” was all she could muster, trying to catch her breath. “It’s all so new, so unfamiliar.” Behind the elf on their knees were the other five. Vega continued to play with himself while the other four stood, watching. “It’s awkward with all of them watching,” she said to no one in particular.

“I suppose you’re right,” said Vulture. “What’s an orgy if only two people are having fun?”

Leera, the tall, lanky fencer, leaned over and grabbed Yort, the dwarf, by the scruff of his beard and kissed him. He kissed her back and grabbed her ass.

“Veranth, let’s join in with our dear friend Trellar and help m’lady feel more comfortable.”

Vulture walked over to the princess and Trellar. He grabbed the princess’s hand and led her over to her bed. “Lie down, your grace. Trellar, resume what you were doing, but don’t make her come.” As Trellar began to eat the princess out again, Veranth walked up to the bedside and grabbed the princess’s hand in hers. Fully robed, just her eyes and nose visible, it wasn’t clear to the princess what she was thinking or feeling. The witch began to chant softly, the words inaudible. Her grip on the princess’s hand tightened.

“My whole body, it’s getting warmer,” she said. “It feels amazing. Like I’m basking in the sun on a warm summer’s day. It’s like I’m glowing.”

“You are my dear, you’re positively radiating,” Vulture said.

Trellar slowly lapped up the princess’s pussy. Finally feeling more comfortable, the princess ran her free hand through their silken hair, caressing it yozgat escort with a bit of envy.

“Are you comfortable, m’lady?” Vulture asked.

“Yes, OH, so comfortable. This… This is NOT what I expected,” the princess said, barely able to speak and contain her moans.

“What did you expect?”

The princess looked away from Vulture, Veranth, and the elf between her legs. “Not this…”

“Did you expect to be ravaged by a gang of bloodthirsty killers?” Vulture asked.

“That is not quite how I’d put it,” she replied.

“Is that what you’d like… to be ravaged?”

Princess Miriam looked up at Vulture.

“What I want is for you, Vulture, and your heroic companions to be satisfied. To ensure you get a reward worth the risk you all took.”

Vulture leaned forward and kissed the princess. She pulled away, subconsciously.

“Y-your lips, they’re hot…”

“Still a bit nervous, m’lady?” Vulture asked. “Don’t tell me, was that your first kiss?”

“N-no, not exactly,” she replied.

“Let me guess, childhood kisses in the courtyard with a visiting princeling from a faraway land?”

The princess’s face flushed pink as she looked away. Leera was on all fours with Yort fucking her from behind. He didn’t have to get down on his knees or lower himself at all, he was quite simply the perfect height for such an act. Vega hadn’t moved an inch, standing like a statue, except for his hand and its presence in his pants.

“What do your companions want? They haven’t much to say, do they?”

“They’re happy just to be here, to play their part. What would they even say? They wouldn’t want to ruin the mood with their babbling.”

“Trellar, won’t you go fetch our dear Vega? He’s looking lonely over there.”

Trellar soon returned with Vega, who towered over all of them. They then pulled down Vega’s pants, revealing his large, erect cock.

“You’ve been so patient, Vega. And for that, you get a reward. Let’s see how well our princess sucks a cock.”

The brute walked up the side of the bed, replacing Veranth.

“You want me to take that in my mouth?” she said, looking at the hard cock hovering near her face.

Vega thrust forward a little, poking her in the cheek.

“You could, at least, start with a hand,” Vulture said.

With her hand that was previously held by Veranth, she wrapped it around Vega’s cock. It twinged at the residual warmth. The princess started stroking it, hesitantly at first. She soon found a rhythm.

“You’re a natural,” Vulture said.

The elf crawled back into the bed and began eating the princess out again.

“I-I-I can’t focus while they do that,” she said.

“You’ll learn,” Vulture said.

The princess looked down at the elf, who she hadn’t realized pulled down their pants to expose their ass. Veranth was beside them, eyes closed, chanting again. Moments later, a floating cock appeared out of nowhere. It soon inserted itself in Trellar’s ass, fucking him while he ate the princess out. Veranth’s mutters slowly transformed into moans.

“Vega’s looking a bit neglected, m’lady,” Vulture said.

Princess Miriam stuck out her tongue and timidly licked the tip of his cock. It twinged with excitement yet again. She ran her tongue up and down Vega’s massive cock. Vega stood in silence, only the subtle movements and hardness of his cock giving away his pleasure.

She took him in her mouth. First just the tip, then as much as she could stand.

“Yes, that’s it,” Vulture said, a man possessed.

The princess bobbed her head on Vega’s cock. She gagged but powered through.

“Caress his balls,” Vulture said. She did. Vega’s whole body trembled. “My dear Vega, it looks like you were a bit too eager earlier. You can hardly contain yourself.”

Vega’s ass cheeks tightened and he thrust forward. The princess recoiled. Semen flew out of his cock and covered the princess’s face. It was more than any normal man would produce, not that the princess would know the difference.

“How dare you! You insolent whelp!” cried the princess, cum running down her face. “You’ve made a mess of me!”

At that moment, something changed within the princess, something deep within the core of her being.

Vulture picked up the princess’s dress on the floor and handed it to her.

“My apologies, your grace. He simply couldn’t contain himself any longer.”

“Your brute thinks it’s okay to spray his seed all over a princess’s face? I’m going to make him pay.”

“I take full responsibility, m’lady. He’s my man.”

Vega stumbled off, barely able to walk, and collapsed on the fainting couch on the far side of the room.

The princess slapped Vulture in the face.

“No one does that to my face,” she said.

The princess wiped her face off and threw the dress aside. She looked over at the dwarf and the woman, surprised they were still at it.

“Yort, Leera, get over here. The royal bed is surely large enough for all of us,” Vulture said.

Meanwhile, Veranth’s magical cock was still fucking Trellar, the elf, in the ass, who gave up eating out the princess after her facial and was simply enjoying the magical ass fucking they were receiving. Veranth looked like she was receiving just as much pleasure from the way she was shaking, even though she wasn’t being touched by anyone at all.

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Chapter 6: Sympathetic Sounds

I got home and crashed on the couch for about four hours. It was nearly ten by the time I woke up and ordered a large take-out meal of Chinese food. I thought I might call Jill and see if she wanted to come over. The doorbell rang and I ran to the door in my bare feet, shirt un-tucked and hair sticking up from my nap.

I opened the door to find Cynthia standing there. I must have looked truly stunned for she just stood there a moment before speaking.

“Umm, hi Mike.” She looked scared, no she looked petrified. I pulled myself together and reached for her note. She was completely on edge, unsure of herself, and scared of my reaction to finding her on my doorstep. I reached out and gave a gentle note that I was okay, that I meant her no harm, and I smiled at her. Believe it or not I think the smile had the biggest impact, I felt the notes it created flutter through her.

“Cynthia, hi, how are you? Are you okay, you look pale.” I said stepping aside and motioning her into my messy condo. “Please excuse the mess.”

She waved it away with one beautifully sculpted hand. “It is fine, I am sorry to burst in on you so late. I wanted…I wanted to thank you for helping me in my store the other day, and for locking up and…” she broke off, I could feel the embarrassment in her, and the confusion. I soothed her embarrassment as I spoke.

“Hey, I am happy I was there to help, are you okay now? You looked like you were having a bit of a crisis.” Yeah, a bit is an understatement. Still, what was I to say, hey I know all your deepest darkest secrets and I was the one who turned your life upside down because I was trying to get some revenge on you, but then chickened out and tried to help you in my screwed up way….

“I’m okay. Look..ummm.” She was still scared, she wanted to talk to me, I could feel it, but I decided to not dig deeper to let her say it at her pace.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Why don’t you sit down, let me get you a drink. Glass of wine?” She sat down heavily, and nodded thankfully. I hurried to the kitchen and poured a couple glasses of an expensive red I had bought on the way home the other night with my new wallet. I returned and she smiled as I handed it to her. It was like the room lit up, man she was beautiful I thought. Then it occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever seen a smile on her that I thought might be genuine. I sat down in a chair across form her.

She took a long pull from her glass, and then looked at me. I kept her mind in my thoughts, but only at a surface level, for some reason I wanted to let this unfold as it should. I was very curious why she was here, especially given our history. Finally she spoke, and her voice was soft, almost childlike.

“Why did you help me? I mean the other day, I…I mean, after our date and…” she blushed a deep red and I could feel her embarrassment, and shame. Wow she had come a long way I thought. “Well I was very cruel to you, and you got hurt, and I was just so…so awful to you. Why be so kind to me?” She was puzzled, but there was more to this I thought. I let myself sink a little deeper in her mind. It was close to the surface really, she wanted to have faith that people could just be kind and good, even when they didn’t have to. She was looking for some basic faith in humanity again.

“Cynthia, I have to admit when I found you crying on the floor, there was part of me that wanted to walk away, to leave you to your problems. But, then I realized I didn’t really know anything about you. That we all have an ugly side, what if you had a beautiful one too, and I had just had the misfortune to encounter you in a bad time in your life. Besides, though I helped you, I really helped me too.”

“What do you mean you helped yourself?” she looked puzzled.

“Well, by helping you I was forced to forgive you, and to let go of my hurt and anger, to just recognize you as human. As someone that needed help. I am glad I helped, it made me feel good about myself.” This was true, but on a level she couldn’t ever know.

She just stared at me for a moment. I could feel the disbelief kütahya escort in her; I could feel the fear, the old need for control way down in her. I reached in and stilled that, and plucked the note ‘It’s okay, I am a friend, I won’t lie to you. I won’t hurt you. I am a friend…’

“No one has ever done anything like that for me before.” She looked wistful, distant and I could feel her looking back across all the years since her youth, and all the pain and misery in them. There was such a weight of grief and guilt there. She felt as though she had awakened from a bad dream to find she had been acting it out for 20 years.

“Well maybe you never needed someone to before.”

“No, I don’t think I needed anyone, at least I didn’t think I did.” She looked a little lost. I think she had expected me to act differently. I could feel in her mind the confusion. She had expected me to not be kind; in fact she had expected cruelty. It would have helped her turn away from the painful path she was walking now.

“What about now?”

She nodded yes, and tears began to slide down her pretty face. I handed her a tissue.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

She shook her head no, mopping her eyes. “No, it’s just.” She shuddered “Everything is so strange to me now. It feels like I don’t know what to think or feel. I have been so wrong, treated people so badly.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Better to learn now rather then later. Glass is half full. Remember? The past is done, look at all the time you have left in this life. We are both in our thirties right? We have most of our lives ahead of us.” I injected a small note of optimism in her. She needed it, her thoughts were pretty dark.

“Look, I’m sorry to show up here, and cry all over your couch. I just, kept thinking about how nice you were. I kept thinking about that awful night when we went out.” She paused looking at her hands and wringing the soggy tissue. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I acted that night. I’m sorry I was such a bitch, and that you got hurt.” She paused for a brief second then whispered. “I’m sorry for my whole damn life.”

She was full of misery. What could I do, what could I say? I felt through her emotions, then it dawned on me.

“Cynthia, I forgive you. It’s okay. It is in the past. As far as I am concerned, we have a clean slate, and thank you.”

She looked at me with disbelief in her eyes, and thoughts. I reached in and firmly planed the note. “Believe me. I mean it. You are forgiven.” She smiled then again, even though the tears.

“Thank you.” She said in a whisper, and I handed her another tissue.

“You’re welcome. Now, since we are friends, can I ask you what happened the other day? I would like to listen and I think you need to talk.”

She sat and I could feel the hesitation in her, but I could also feel the need, the need to talk to anyone. I could feel the fact that she didn’t want to talk to any of the people who had been her friends, that they disgusted her now. That she felt alone. Then it started, slowly at first but with building speed. It was as though she had to get it all out, had to vomit up this great painful thing that she may get well. She told me about her father, but in detail that I had been unable to read from her mind. She told me of her life, of the person she was, and how she hated the idea of herself now. I reinforced feelings of strength and determination in her as she spoke.

Finally she talked about confronting her father, then her sisters. That he had admitted to her he was wrong, that he had apologized. Then she told me something I didn’t know, that both her sisters had called him, and confronted him too. Then they had called and told their brothers. There was a great storm from the boys, but in the end they accepted it, and she now had four siblings she had thought lost to her. This gave her great joy. She even learned that she was an aunt several times over.

By the time we had finished talking it was past midnight. She was exhausted beyond the levels of normal physical endurance, and malatya escort I was pretty spent myself.

“Why don’t you just curl up on my couch for the night, It is a long walk back to your place. I promise I am a perfect gentleman. I could even loan you some pajamas if you don’t mind flannel, or that they are cut for a man.” I said with a dopy grin.

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “The old me never would have, but I think I will. I’m so tired, I’m not sure I could make the walk, and you would find me asleep on a park bench halfway there.”

“Well we can’t have that; I don’t want to get in the habit of getting you home and in bed.” I said with a laugh. “Let me get your things.”

I got sheets and blankets out of the closet, and made up the couch for her. Then I gave her my soft blue flannel pajama’s and told her if she needed anything to give a call.

I climbed in bed in my underwear since my only pair of pajama’s was being put on in the bathroom by a goddess. Oh well, at least they would smell nice tomorrow I hoped. I listened to the water running in the bathroom as she got ready for bed, then saw the light go out. A short while later the light in the living room went out, and I drifted off to sleep.

I felt her in my mind before I felt her. She kissed me gently on the lips, her mouth warm and soft. She slid against me as her mind slid into mine. She was scared, very scared, but she wanted me, no she needed me. She wanted to give herself to me. In her mind I could feel that this would give her peace, that this would help her feel as though this would truly heal her guilt, her pain, and mostly her loneliness. She feared sex. It was power to her, nothing more. She had never enjoyed it; she had never had the chance. She thought maybe, just maybe, that with me she could leave that behind.

I kissed her back, let my mind enwrap her. I soothed her fears, and fed the desires of her passions. I stroked her mind as I had Tuyen’s, yet with more skill, more care. She moaned into my mouth as my hand slid slowly up and down her side just grazing her lovely large breast. Apparently she had left my pajamas in the other room.

I didn’t think too much this time, I just let my mind flow into hers and my body follow the signals she gave me there. When she wanted me to touch her breast I did, and when she wanted me to twist her nipple I gave it just the right twist.

We kissed for the longest time before I moved my mouth down to her breasts. They were full and firm, with large beautiful nipples that stood erects when I tongued and kissed them. She moaned softly, and writhed under me.

She was breathtakingly beautiful; her pale white skin was flawless, and her stomach firm yet soft. Her shapely ass and legs were large enough to give her a delicious look like Marilyn Monroe. I drank her in; I filled her mind with passion and touch, and arousal. She was floating in a dream of passion. It took me a moment to realize I was too.

I continued to gently tongue and suck one of her nipples while I pinched and twisted her other. She moaned, gently writhing against me, her body and mind on fire. I let my attentions linger there until I could feel her need urgent for more, her mind filled with want and I began to kiss softly down her belly. In her mind I only breathed on the notes of sensation from her nipples so that her arousal from them would not diminish as I moved my attentions.

As I kissed to the top of her pussy I found it neatly trimmed, and smelling of her sex. I kissed around it, kissing the soft inner skin of her thighs, and licking the crease where her leg met her body next to her wet pussy. She shuttered. I could feel in her mind how much she liked the teasing, the slow gentle build in her. It was very different from the sex she knew.

Finally, I dragged my tongue slowly up just the top of her wet swollen labia. She shuttered and I felt a new note spring to her mind, powerful and pulsating. I held it gently as I slowly lowered my mouth onto her, taking all her swollen lips into my mouth. The note exploded in power batman escort as I held it. I stoked it gently in her mind, and I could almost feel what she felt. I could almost feel what my mouth felt like upon her swollen clit.

I pushed it away as I gently strummed it to higher passions as I sucked her. Suddenly the sympathetic tone of a building orgasm formed in her. Like all the notes vibrating together, like a resonance of passion and pleasure. I gently sucked her, flicking my tongue across her swollen lips, and up and down the outside of them never actually touching her clit directly. As I felt the orgasm build in her mind, I felt her flesh swell in my mouth until she burst. Her fluids flooded my mouth as her mind rang in a beautiful harmony of sound, like the ringing of a thousand bells.

As she came down from the orgasm I stroked the notes of her passion, not letting it fade. She began to pull at me, to drag me up to her. I climbed up her body kissing her belly, then her breasts, then finally her lips. Her hand snaked into my boxers and I felt my cock grow only slightly to accommodate her desires.

“God I need it now, please.” She moaned into my mouth between kisses.

I pushed my boxers off and settled between her spread legs. I let my cock rest on her very wet pussy lips, and I slid it up and down them slowly as I kissed her. She moved her hips, trying to take me into her. Her mind was on fire, and her body trembled.

Slowly I moved my hips dropping the head of my cock into her wet opening, and pushed it into her. Her pussy was very tight, and I moaned as I felt her warmth and the need of her mind. She grabbed my hips, pulling me all the way into her. I felt two notes spring to life in her mind as I slid all the way into her, and suddenly I remembered the same notes appearing as I made love to Tuyen. They must be her g-spots. I began to slowly fuck her, and as I did I stroked the note for her clit, and the two new ones for her rectal and clitoral g-spots. Her eyes grew very wide as she shuttered with wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel my own pleasure almost lost in feeling hers.

Her orgasm I let build slowly, holding it back and slowly adding on it in layers of desire and sensation. The world around us vanished, and all that was left was a sea of bliss we floated on as I pushed into her body and mind. Then, as the final waves built I held all the notes together as long as I could in one beautiful singing harmony. In the moment they shattered and she exploded in release I spent myself in her. How long the tide of this passion carried us I don’t know, but neither of us returned to our senses rapidly.

When I could return to my mind and push her note away I found myself on my side beside her as she gazed at me, tears slowly sliding down her face. I let her note return now, but only the surface thoughts. She was relieved, and exhilarated. She felt very warm toward me, a great affection.

“Mike that was wonderful. Thank you, I didn’t know…I mean, that was really beautiful.” I smiled and nodded.

“I should be the one thanking you, for sharing that experience with me. You are a wonderful lover, and a beautiful person.” As I spoke to her I reached out in her mind, and felt a whole new chorus of notes forming around her ideas of sex. They were much like an adolescent’s I realized. She was learning for the first time in her life that sex could be a wonderful sharing thing that didn’t have to be used for power or gain.

“If I had known it could be like that…” she blushed, the woman who had been the bitch from hell before actually blushed. “Well I don’t know if I would ever get anything done.” We both laughed at that.

“Look Mike, I want you to know I don’t expect this to go anywhere okay. I mean…oh I’m sorry this sounds awful.” I reached in and soothed her, gave her a jolt of confidence. “Well, I don’t want to rush into anything, I feel so, so, new.” She looked at me as if sure I would think she was crazy.

“I understand, really I do. Besides, there is someone I care for that I need to sort my feelings out for before I could be a good partner to anyone.” I could feel both her disappointment and relief. I guess I had some of both of those emotions too.

She snuggled up next to me and I could feel her desire go up a notch. What the hell I thought, we both deserved it. We made love two more times that night, and when I woke late the next morning, she was gone.

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Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder wash smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place but his over-sized belly.

Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under the breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.

“Help me push,” she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orcs back half.

The two of them reluctantly pressed their hands against Foulfang’s prodigious posterior and shoved with all their might.

It only took the single push. All at once Foulfang popped free and was thrown into the open gulf of darkness below. Propelled by the momentum of their push and the speed the orc came free both Gwendalyn and Cockweasel followed. The latter yelping in surprise as he fell through the hole and into the darkness.

They landed in the fast moving river bellow with three splashes in quick succession. Gwendalyn reached out and managed to grab a handful of Foulfang’s tunic collar as they were immediately washed downstream by the rapid current.

With the orc frantically struggling, Gwendalyn struggled to keep Foulfang’s head above water as they were swept downstream. The shouts of the orcs above quickly vanished as they were carried away by the river.

It felt like hours but was probably only minutes as they were washed along by the river. Several times waves of pain shot through Cockweasel’s body as he was slammed against the rock walls or hit other debris floating in the cold river.

“Light!” he heard Gwendalyn’s shout from not too far away. Sure enough he saw a dull glow from further downstream.

Moments later Cockweasel was swimming for the edge of the river where there was a small beach of sand. They had been swept along the underground river into a vast cavern where the river widened and slowed. The light that Gwendalyn had seen was coming from the roof of the cavern which let off a dim, blue-white glow. Cockweasel had no idea what caused the glow but it didn’t look too natural to him.

“Are you okay?” asked Gwendalyn as he reached the shore. Beside her the orc Foulfang was coughing and hacking up all the water he’d swallowed during their unplanned river ride.

“I’ll be fine,” replied Cockweasel, breathing heavily. He was exhausted from the effort of struggling to keep his head above water and sore from the battering he’d taken against the rocks on way through.

“Nice rescue,” remarked Foulfang sarcastically once he’d cleared most of water from his throat and lungs.

“It’d didn’t exactly go to plan,” admitted Gwendalyn. She was still dressed in the ultra skimpy brown smock that Cockweasel had taken from the nymph. The dress had been very revealing initially, but now it was soaking wet and clung to the blonde’s phenomenal curves like a second skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her ample chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, each expansive breath causing her bosom to swell out mind-bogglingly, her hard nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric as well.

“Why did you save me anyway?” asked the orc with a note of suspicion.

“We learnt of your intention to change sides,” explained Gwendalyn. “The knowledge you can give our armies will be invaluable in the war.”

The fat orc opened his mouth to reply when a spear suddenly appeared right in front of his face. Lady Gwendalyn reached for her non-existent sword and within seconds they were surrounded.

Their attackers were elves all female. Slender with the pointed ears typical of the elves, only these elves had black skin, so dark it had almost blue-ish sheen to it (which could have been due to the strange lighting from the cavern ceiling). They were dark elves, otherwise known as drow.

There were six drow, all armed with long spears, tipped with leaf-shaped blades. They wore tight fitting black leather armour the clung to their athletic bodies. Interestingly from Cockweasel’s perspective was the way the front of the elves leather vests all gaped open, displaying plenty of cleavage. None were quite as well endowed as Gwendalyn, but there was still plenty of boobage for his viewing pleasure. Not the most practical armour for battle perhaps, but if he’d been fighting them he would have been distracted.

“We don’t mean any harm,” said Gwendalyn, holding her hands up and trying to show she was unarmed. “We’re just passing through.”

“Come with ardahan escort us,” said one of the drow, gesturing with the dangerous looking tip of her spear for them to proceed up the beach towards the tunnel on the cavern wall ahead of them.

“Such a nice rescue,” Foulfang muttered under his breath as the three of them were marched at spear point up towards the tunnel.

They went through and followed it’s length for a couple of hundred meters until it opened out into another cavern who’s roof was also lit by the strange azure glow. Inside this cavern was small village made up of several building’s carefully crafted from stone. They were forced through down to the centre of the building’s where another dozen drow were waiting.

The group were again all female. At the front of the group was the apparently leader of the village, a tall buxom dark elf holding a gnarled staff of dark ebony wood. She was wearing a gown of white, unlike the rest of the drow who were all dressed in black leather armour. The gown was long, falling all the way to her feet, but was slit up one side revealing her long, slender leg. Like the leather vests, the front of the gown gaped open wide, the neckline plunging all the way to her waist displaying a good portion of her generously rounded breasts and coming very close to exposing her dark nipples.

“We found these three down at the river Mistress Vilestra,” said the same drow who’d spoken at the riverbank.

The leader of the elves slowly looked at the three prisoners. She then pointed to Foulfang. “He looks strong enough for breeding stock,” she announcing, eying the orcs podgy body somewhat critically.

Kum was surprised at this, he’d heard of drows and orcs mating before, usually as a result of the orc raping a drow, never the other way around. The resulting offspring were known as dorcs. The dorcs were dark skinned like the drow, but possessed the thicker, stockier figure of their orcish genes. They weren’t the smartest, even by orc standards and were mostly used for physical labour in slave camps.

Vilestra then pointed to Gwendalyn. “You are female and therefore no use to us. You will be sacrificed to the Goddess. Kalysa,” she said, turning to the leather armoured drow who’d brought them up from the river, “secure her at the altar, the ceremony will be tomorrow at dawn.”

Cockweasel swallowed, that didn’t sound good, he thought to himself. He also wondered when dawn was in this underground lair. He immediately stopped worrying about that when the drow leader turned her attention to him.

“You,” she said, squinting slightly as she gazed thoughtfully at the nervous goblin. “You I’ll find a use for. Have him taken to my quarters.”

Cockweasel sighed with relief when he realised he wasn’t going to be sacrificed as well. He hoped that she would use him for breeding stock too actually.

All three of them were dragged off in different directions by the amazon-like warriors. Foulfang was taken at spear point to a nearby stone building and led inside. He was stripped of his clothing and thrown into a room that was completely empty other than a wooden chair that had a red velvet cushion on it. Behind him the door was slammed shut and locked.

He glanced nervously about, feeling rather vulnerable without any clothing. He was definitely alone. There were two windows in the room which let in a little light, but it was still quite dark. The windows were small, definitely not big enough for him to climb through.

“Stupid rescue,” he grumble, although with the cushioned chair he had to admit that this cell was better furnished than the previous one. With a sigh he sat down on the chair and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long. About a minute later he jumped slightly on the chair as there was the noisy clunk of the door being unlocked. Foulfang looked up nervously as it opened.

The drow that entered was completely naked. And stunningly beautiful.

She was not one that Foulfang had seen before during his short time in the underground village, presumably one of their breeding stock as well. She was tall and slender, although her hips were curvy and her breasts full and firm. The dark elf’s skin was jet black, contrasting sharply with her long, snowy white hair. Her body was hairless, her pubic mound bare.

Foulfang swallowed, not sure if he was nervous or excited by the sight of the naked dark elf he had been chosen to mate with.

***

Whilst Foulfang was being about to be mated by a busty drow, Cockweasel was being put to work by a busty drow. If the goblin had known he’d of switches places in a heartbeat.

The leader of the drow, Mistress Vilestra had informed Cockweasel that he was to become her house slave. She already had him scrubbing the floor of the large stone building that served as her quarters. Cockweasel was immediately reminded of the many years he’d served as a slave to a sorceress before he met Lady Gwendalyn. He had no intention of adıyaman escort returning to that thankless lifestyle.

“Get me some wine goblin!” snapped the drow. She was sitting at a desk reaching through some parchments while Cockweasel scrubbed the floor. At her command he hurried to the room next door which was a small kitchen area and grabbed a large stone jug that was filled with dark red wine.

Cockweasel hurried back to his new mistress, struggling a little to balance the heavy jug. He tipped the large jug, splashing wine into the silver goblet on the table in front of the buxom drow leader. He must have poured a little too quickly however, as the goblet was tipped over by the force of the liquid and the red wine splashed down over front of Vilestra’s pure white gown.

The drow gasped in surprise as the front and lap of her dress was suddenly drenched in the red alcohol.

“You stupid little creature!” she gasped in horror.

Cockweasel paled in surprise, wondering how annoyed she would get with him. He suffered plenty of torturous punishments at the hands of his previous mistress.

“Sorry!” he blurted hurriedly as he grabbed a cloth rag and began to dab at Vilestra’s lap, trying to soak up as much of the wine as he could. Unfortunately her dress was pure white and there was no way to get rid of the red stains.

Cockweasel didn’t let that put him off however. He desperately rubbed the pretty drow’s legs through her soaked dress, then moved the rag further up over the wine stains. When he reached her chest he suddenly found himself pressing the rag to the elves ample breasts. The large orbs felt incredibly warm and soft against his rag filled hand and the horny goblin abruptly forget what he was doing. Somehow in amongst his cleaning of Vilestra’s dress he dropped the rag and started using both hands to clean the stained material that covered her mountainous chest. Cockweasel gave a small moan as he squeezed the drows big black boobs through her dress. The coolness of the wine had made her nipples stand up and they felt like hard buds against his palms.

Suddenly the groping goblin froze, his fingers sunken into the soft flesh of the dark elf’s tits. Resting against his inner thigh was the cool steel length of Vilestra’s long bladed dagger.

“You’re quite a nuisance goblin,” she said dangerously. Cockweasel’s hands immediately stopped their fondling and dropped down away from her bosom. “I think it might be best if my new slave was a eunuch.”

Cockweasel had no idea what a eunuch was, but it didn’t sound promising. Almost without thinking he picked up the wine jug. Vilestra obviously didn’t consider him a threat as she didn’t react at his movement. Before she could correct her mistake Cockweasel shattered the heavy jug over the side of the dark elf’s head.

Mistress Vilestra went down like a sack of potatoes. She fell back sideways off her chair and slumped to the floor, completely knocked out.

“This seems a little familiar,” muttered Cockweasel as he pushed away the fallen chair and bent over the drow’s unconscious body to check if she was alive or dead.

***

“You need to be hard,” snapped the nude dark elf, standing directly in front of where Foulfang still sat on the velvet cushioned chair. Her legs were apart and the orc could clearly see the lips of her sex, glistening and slightly moist already.

“You could suck it?” suggested Foulfang with a slight smirk.

The dark elf’s face twisted up in disgust at his suggestion. “Do you not find me attractive?” she asked him, ignoring his comment.

“You’ve got nice tits,” replied the orc with a shrug.

The dark elf seemed to accept that as a compliment and moved forward, straddling Foulfang as he sat on the chair. She ran her hands seductively up her sides and cupped and squeezed her own tits, pinching on the nipples. She then lowered herself down onto Kum’s lap and slipped her soft hands between his legs, taking hold of his flaccid penis. As she started to stroke his cock in her cool hands, she leant forward and pressed her ample breasts into the orcs face, smothering his snout in her cleavage.

Foulfang apparently liked this. His hands moved up and grabbed the sides of the drow’s big tits, squeezing them and pressing them harder against his face. His tongue came out and licked up the length of her deep cleavage, his protruding fangs scraping slightly against the soft flesh of her boobs.

***

Cockweasel looked down thoughtfully at the prone body of the dark elf leader. Through the open front of her white gown he could see a considerable portion of her sizeable tits. The mountainous orbs thrust up from her chest aching to be touched.

“This is very familiar,” Cockweasel murmured to himself as he reached down and grabbed a gown covered tit in each hand. He gave the firm melons a squeeze as he considered his options.

“I’ll have to escape,” he said, planning out loud. He massaged the unconscious karabük escort drows firm breasts through her dress as he plotted. “If she wakes up my life won’t be worth shit.”

The goblin slipped his hands inside the front of the dark elfs dress where he cupped and squeezed her warm, bare breasts. They felt wonderfully smooth beneath his groping fingers.

“I guess I should try and save Gwendalyn and the orc as well,” he decided, fondling as he spoke.

He looked down thoughtfully, studying the beautiful drow’s unconscious face. Her lips were full and pouty, jet black in colour but inviting all the same. In Cockweasel’s opinion a mouth like that was made for cocksucking.

“But there’s no hurry really,” he noted, his hands down inside the front of Vilestra’s dress pinching roughly on her nipples.

***

Foulfang’s cock was now hard in the drow’s soft hand as she stroked his length rapidly. The orc was now sucking on one of her hard nipples, one of his hands squeezing eagerly on the untended breast, the other cupping her firm right buttock.

The elf apparently decided that he was hard enough. She moved forward, lifting herself up from where she was sitting on Foulfang’s knee. She gave his hard erection a firm squeeze as she lined the head of his cock up with the now dripping wet entrance to her sex.

She gave a long groan of pleasure as she sunk down onto the orc’s thick cock, letting his rock hard shaft slide up inside her.

“Oh fucking hell!” groaned Foulfang, letting the tip of the drow’s heavy breast slip from his mouth. Both of his hands moved to grab at her buttocks as the dark skinned elf slowly started to move up and down on his cock. Kum thrust his cock upwards to meet her bounces and his hands squeezed tightly on her firm ass, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her buttocks as he pulled her down against him.

The orc gave a snort of pleasure through his pig-like snout and he suddenly stood up off the velvet cushioned chair. He still held the slender dark elf, his hands cupping her ass and holding her against him, his cock impaled in her vagina. Kum Foulfang gave another lustful grunt as he went to his knees and then lowered the drow to the floor so that he was on top of her, now able to control the speed of their fucking himself.

The dark elf breeder wrapped her long black legs around Foulfang as he started to pump on top of her, his hard cock sliding rapidly in and out of her cunt with lust-filled abandon.

***

Meanwhile Cockweasel was starting to enjoy his time in the drow village as well.

He was now kneeling over the unconscious drow matron’s face, his green erection hovering over her beautiful visage and his bare buttocks resting on her bosom.

“Who’s the stupid one now then?” he said, smirking down at the beautiful drow. Cockweasel held his cock by the base and waved it up and down, the head of his penis slapping against her dark, pouting lips.

“Open wide bitch!” he said, grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her head up off the stone floor. At the same time he pushed forward, sliding his hard cock between Vilestra’s full lips and into her mouth.

“Oh yeah!” he groaned, moving both his hands to the back of the dark elf’s head and pulled her against his crotch. It felt fantastic to shove his cock in between the drow’s haughty lips.

Cockweasel began to push and pull on the dark elf’s head, sliding her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock. Each time he pulled her in towards him he pumped his hips forward and jammed his cock deep into her throat, loving the way his cock felt as it slid along her tongue and pushed against her tonsils.

He moved her head faster and faster over his cock, using her mouth like he would a fist for masturbating. Unlike the blowjob Gwendalyn had given him where she was actively sucking on his penis, the drow’s lips were slack around his cock and therefore not as pleasurable. After a couple of minutes of drilling her mouth, Cockweasel decided he needed a different hole to shove himself into.

***

“The goddess is gonna love you,” said the dark elf Kalysa as she finished tying the ropes around Gwendalyn’s ankles. As she stood up she ran her hand up the side of Gwendalyn’s long, sleek leg, right up to her hip, just under the hem of her undersized brown smock.

“We don’t mean you any harm, we’re just passing through,” said Gwendalyn, repeating her earlier plea to equally useless results. The drow had tied her to an altar on a rocky outcropping several meters above the underground village. Her hands were bound outstretched with thick rope.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at dawn,” replied Kalysa, ignoring the paladin’s plea. She slipped her hand out from under the hem of Gwendalyn’s smock, her fingertips tracing through the blonde curls of the human’s pubic hair as she stepped away.

Gwendalyn slumped back helplessly against the stone altar as the dark elf walked away. She tugged at her bound hands but found no give in the ropes. Things were looking hopeless.

***

“Oh fuck yeah!” Cockweasel the goblin gave a long groan of pleasure as he slid his cock into the tight pussy of Mistress Vilestra. Her white gown was bunch up around her hips and her long black legs spread wide, his green posterior bouncing between them as he started to fuck her.

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Chapter 25

Keeper House, Emory, Washington

The wildflowers that dotted the meadow in front of Keeper house were in full fall bloom. The apple and pear trees were fully fruited. The peaceful beauty of the place had been interrupted this day by a legion of guardians who were carefully searching for clues to fully understand what had happened here.

Anna, the hedge witch, had come upon the wolf killed corpse of the young witch when she had come to collect Jeffery for his lessons. After hearing the tear-filled accounts of the two traumatized youngsters. She called Althea, collected the two children and left for her home trusting the others to do their job.

Althea Hayden was barely holding herself together as she and Birdey Penrose reviewed the scene.

“We were responsible for keeping that little girl safe. The mother only knows what Lachlan Quinn will do when he finds we’ve failed. Whatever was the Alpha thinking to sanction this. This is a full escalation of our conflict. He can’t possibly gain anything.”

“Bah, the boy will do nothing and good riddance to the shifter girl. Althea, surely you must realize that the alpha has done us a favor.”

“What favor? You know how precious children are to us. Violet was my niece’s youngest daughter. What am I going to tell her mother? That I sent her daughter to her death. You and I taught that girl her first spellcraft. The Alpha has declared war and war he shall have.”

“Althea,” Birdy’s voice was calming. “There is no need to go there. I’m sure Violet’s death was an accident. The Alpha assured me…”

Althea turned to face the other coven queen. “When were you talking to the Alpha?”

Then a terrible suspicion hit.

“What have you done, you stupid woman?” Her voice held a note of rising hysteria.

“I did what was necessary to protect the covens,” Birdy Penrose’s voice was smugly triumphant. “Sister, you know as well as I do that the Red Queens will sanction us severely if they find we have trained a shifter.”

“You sacrificed one of our own acolytes to do this thing. Did you think of that?” Althea was trying desperately to hold on to her temper in the face of this monumental, willful stupidity.

“That was regrettable, but I did what I thought was right. That shifter needed to be back with her own kind.”

“He will kill her. She is the last of the old alpha’s line. Did you stop to think what the Keeper’s boy will do to us?”

“That boy will do nothing. The Alpha assured me he was damaged—a shadow of what those monsters trained him to be.”

This was too much. Althea was filled with an explosive mix of terror and fury. She stepped forward, slapped Birdy as hard as she could. Birdy fell to the ground in shock. Althea stood over and screeched, all reason lost.

“You miserable, stupid, stupid woman. You have killed us all. That boy as you call him, single-handedly destroyed an entire Dökkálfar Forge in one night. A hundred fully mature Sidhe warriors. Have you ever heard of a human successfully fighting even one? Do you imagine forty-three women will prevail against his vengeance?”

“Bah. He is a mere mundane. We have a hundred spells and hexes to stop him.”

“Birdy, are you suddenly senile? Have you forgotten? The Vísdómur warded him. You’ve seen the glyphs on the boy’s back. He is immune to our spell craft.”

The other woman’s face showed sudden uncertainty.

“Wait, I knew that. How could I have forgotten?”

Both kastamonu escort women paled as the realization hit.

The Manna Surge they had been fearing had begun.

“The bounty of manna has corrupted you, you old fool.”

Birdy lowered her head, knowing full well what was coming.

“Forgive me my friend, do what you must to protect us.”

Althea stepped away and took a deep breath. Years of self-discipline took hold. She calmed herself. Muttered the spell.

And her oldest friend fell dead.

The covens cleaned their own house.

Chapter 26

Tavern District, Oldtown

Quinn had long made it a policy to never sleep on any of his missions in Oldtown. The truly dangerous beings who dwelled there generally avoided each other, but it was a good practice to not take unnecessary chances. He knew he could function well for up to three days without sleep, longer if he could find a safe place to meditate. The Troll Women had thought it a ridiculous indulgence for him to have to go offline for six to eight hours out of every twenty-four in order to be efficient. So they taught him some esoteric meditation techniques to fix that.

As soon as he left Elisabeth’s Inn, he picked up a tail. The small female goblin was good. Most would have missed her. She gave herself away by one too many anxious glances. She was unlikely to be alone. Quinn made a note to himself to see if he could spot where her partners lurked.

A tail was good news. He was closer to his goal.

It was near evening, and he remembered there was another place to gather some gossip about his betters. He crossed Market Street and ducked down an alley that led to Northmarket’s red-light district. Small Meg’s bordello occupied a prominent corner.

He walked up the stairs, nodded to the doorman, and threw open the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” he roared. “Where are my girls?”

There was excited squealing, and seven identical brown-eyed green-haired sirens, along with three voluptuous succubae, came tripping down the stairs.

“Treats, Lanlan? Did you bring treats?”

“I might have treats for good girls.” He reached into his pack and pulled out his ever-present M there was easier prey to be found.

He smiled an inward smile when he saw that his shadows still followed. Now there were four of them—highly professional, too.

They made their move in a particularly foul den down on the river that bordered Oldtown’s west side.

The tavern had a sign with a crudely drawn fish leaping out of water. When he walked in, Quinn immediately spotted Zeba the Healer, the youngest of Troll Women, in one of her personas as a buxom human bar girl.

“What will it be, handsome?” she shot him a saucy wink.

“Ale,” he answered with a scowl.

What were the Vísdómur up to now?

“Here you are, handsome,” she said cheerfully, then she whispered, “They’re going to come for you. Try not to get yourself killed. As amateurish as you have been lately, we are surprised you haven’t tripped and bashed your own brains out. There was no need to show off to the vampires.”

Quinn nodded guiltily. She spoke the truth.

He sipped his ale and chatted casually with an aged female human named Gert. She had sat down next to him, and was trying out her half remembered flirting skills, trying to get him to buy her one more ale when a tiny green eyed female pixie with a tiny baby swaddled kayseri escort in a dirty blanket sidled up to the bar.

“Please master, could you help my baby?” she held the blanket open for him to see its tiny wizened face.

The tiny thing gave a weak cry.

Quinn leaned in to look.

The pixie casually reached up and darted his neck. Rough hands grabbed him as he instantly crumpled.

The last thing Quinn saw was Zeba shaking her head in disapproval at his ineptitude.

He groaned.

Then blackness.

Chapter 27

The Desolate, Oldtown

Quinn came to face down on a mattress that smelled of mildew. The sound of a baby crying overlaid the rumble of several deep voices arguing.

“Shut that cub up for mother’s sake,” a harsh voice shouted in trollish. “I can’t think with all that noise.”

He lay quietly while he accessed his condition. Except for the odd bruise and a headache, he was in good condition. He marveled he was still alive and took a moment to berate himself. His haste was making him take too many chances. His only excuse was that he’d been a half a bubble off center ever since the sight of the mind ripper in Althea’s office.

You better get your shit together. You’ve used up all the luck you’re ever gonna get.

The Other added to his self condemnation by signaling a strong sense of disapproval as it came to the fore.

I know I know. Quit nagging.

They merged

His senses expanded and set about feeling out the environment. He uncovered a whole new layer of disagreeable odors. The cool, dry air was redolent with odors of cooking and urine. He tasted a faint taste of salt. Quinn knew instantly where he was.

Down in the Desolate.

All right, this is what you wanted. Let’s see if we can make some progress.

Quinn tested his bonds. Only his wrists tied. They don’t know who he is; they must think they’ve captured an old woodworker.

Embarrassing dumb luck.

“I know you’re awake, old man. I can see your breathing changed,” a harsh voice growled in trollish.

Quinn willed the Other away and rolled over with a theatrical groan.

A hunchbacked troll with one arm glared at him. Two orcs stood at his back. The small goblin who had been following him and tiny pixie who had stabbed him sat on the floor in the corner cuddling the crying baby.

“Masters, I don’t understand. Why have you abducted me? What could you want with a poor worker of wood?”

“Well, human, you’re worth a good deal of money to us. I don’t know what you did, but Goldeneyes wants you and will pay good coppers for you.”

Quinn sat up and tried to decide what to do. He knew he could find Goldeneyes easy enough. But he knew he needed a guide to get out of the catacombs if he didn’t want to waste a ton of time stumbling around trying to find his way out. The place was a veritable labyrinth.

He looked at the pixie in the corner who gazed speculatively back at him. The baby keeps its little whimpering cry.

She was the brains of the outfit.

Quinn flexed his arm.

The dragon’s razor instantly emerged with a shriek and snapped out two finely calculated blows to the foreheads of each of the orcs.

The floor shook as they fell.

It snapped out once more and encircled the troll’s throat.

“Be you still, troll,” Quinn grates in guttural trollish. “I don’t want to harm you, but I will take your head kıbrıs escort if you move.”

The troll blinked. Stood as still as a statue.

Quinn looked at the pixie and the goblin who were gathering themselves to run.

“Mistresses, hold you fast. I will not harm you or your group further, but you must hold fast or I will have to take your life. Do you ken?”

Wide-eyed, the pixie settled back and waved at the goblin to join her.

He stepped up to the growling troll, who was working himself in one of his kind’s famous rages. Quinn held his left wrist up to the being’s eyes.

“Look at the mark, my friend. Do you ken?”

The troll’s ruddy features paled. He fell to his knees and put his head to the floor and started singing his clan’s death song.

“No need for that friend. Stand up and tend to your associates.”

Quinn stepped over to the pixie female, reached down, lifted the blanket, and peered at the baby.

“How long has he been crying?”

“Since last night.”

“Let me see to the babe. I have some small skills.”

The pixie looked at his face and nodded uncertainly.

Quinn gently picked up the tiny thing.

The Other came to the fore. They merged once again. His black gaze turned inward and he listened to its heart and felt for fever. To Quinn’s surprise, the Other came further out of its lair deep in Quinn’s personality and began a rumbling crooning.

The healing rune on his shoulder flared white.

The baby fixed its eyes on Quinn’s eyes, gave a tiny sigh and slept.

“He has a fever and is malnourished. How have you been feeding?”

“Not well lately. It has been a dry spell for us since my mate died. That’s why we’re down in this place. You were going to be our big score. Goldeneyes has offered a gold for your capture. A gold!” She seemed to marvel at the vastness of the reward. Then she frowned and spoke bitterly. “I know why the reward was so high.”

The troll had the two orcs conscious. The three of them clustered behind the pixie and eyed Quinn warily.

Quinn saw they couldn’t figure out why they were still alive. They suspected this was some sort of cruel jest on Quinn’s part.

Quinn gave them a smile and reached into the pack and fished out three rolls of pennies and handed them to the pixie.

“I want to hire you. Here is one hundred fifty coppers. I need you to do a task or two for me. Do we have a bargain?” Quinn looked in turn at all four beings.

A calculating look flickered across the goblin’s face then changed into blandness.

“Now, think you carefully on it, my friends before you agree. Do not think to cheat me. I will have your oath on it.”

The five looked at each other wordlessly.

The pixie swore their pledge.

“Do you know Edie, the Northmarket Healer?”

The Pixie nodded.

“Go to her with the babe. She will have medicine for you and the babe. Medicine that will freshen your breast milk. You have spent too much time down in the Desolate away from your trees and flowers. That is the cause of your and the babies’ illness.”

He pointed to the goblins. “Does Goldeneye’s clan still lair at the edge of Eastmarket.”

“Aye Master.”

“Do you know of the being called Wraith?”

He watched the pixie’s eyes widened. Then her expression turned to stone.

Quinn smiled again. “Mistress, I know you are an assassin and, from the way you handled me, a gifted one. I wager you know her. All I need is for you to find her and give her a message. Tell her to contact Longshanks through Mr. Whisker’s folk. I know she is in trouble, but she is too stubborn to ask for help. She’s been like that since she was seven years old, but first I need you to guide me out of here. I need to have a chat with Mistress Goldeneyes.”

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Chastity Is a Confusing Kink

This story has a slightly different presentation format. I hope you enjoy it.

I was born Jameson Madison. My name now is Jennifer Nicole Madison. I live as a full time female. The grip was tightening on me every day to become a woman, so I transitioned 2 years ago. My boobies are implants. I have had other surgeries to enhance my feminine appearance. I will stay a pre-op. I am a sex toy, and I love it.

I am kinky. I am naughty. I love boys and girls. I need both pussy and cock and yes, I am a good cocksucker as well as a terrific pussy licker. And I love my booty filled. I am still functional. I am a slut. I am submissive but have known to switch. Yes, you can also label me a sissy. I am the complete sexual package.

That leads to my love to play with sex toys, especially chastity. I own six different devices. My cock is not permanently encased in silicone or metal. In fact, I may wear one for only a few hours each day, or maybe not at all. Ten days is longest period that my cock has been caged but even then I experienced limited release.

Being locked in chastity is one of the ultimate services I can provide my partners. Wearing chastity is mostly a mental thing. It’s all about entertainment and focus to me. I have had keyholders, I have self-locked. Chastity makes me concentrate on my partners needs and pleasures. It makes me pay more attention to my ass and how it feels being fucked. It makes the entire sexual adventure about me. Yes it really does. I love to top from the bottom.

And I will be the first to admit, it’s all about me!

I enjoy wearing chastity cages because I want to. I willingly wear my cages. I have never felt forced to be caged. Chastity increases my desire to serve and service my partner. I am not currently in an exclusive relationship, and I have had multiple keyholders. Wearing chastity also humiliates me.

You Always Remember Your First Time

You always remember your first time but wearing chastity for multiple partners means you have many first time sexual events. My older sister, Melissa, was the first to demand that my cock to be encased in chastity, but to humiliate me even more, the person locking me was my ex-girlfriend, Aubrey aka Cash. I was fully aroused at the thought.

I will be brief, since my first time is documented in an already published story Jennifer Nicole Goes Shopping in the series The Evolution of Jennifer Nicole.

The first time caged was to keep me from staining any new clothes that I going to try on during my first shopping spree dressed femme. So, Cash squeezed my shaft hard to break down my semi-aroused clit. Then did it again. It worked so she fit my shrinking shaft in the tube. She securely locked the rings and the shaft with the small lock. She kept the keys, sliding them down her gold neck chain that dangled between her magnificent globes. Later that afternoon, Cash freed my cock from the cage, then she expertly sucked it. I orgasmed very quickly that afternoon.

Being caged the first time, happened so quickly I didn’t have time to balk. From that first experience, my curiosity about chastity became powerful. I was overwhelmed being feminine, but the chastity seed had been planted by Melissa and Cash. My mind took over from there, the desire to be caged again began to germinate. From that day forward, exposure to the mere concept of chastity kept running through my head. I tried to avoid the temptation, eventually the desire resulted in again trying on a chastity cage. The itch needed to be scratched. It was my cage to keep, so I self-locked whenever I felt the need.

I Didn’t Have a Bucket List But I Had Two More Firsts!

So, then there was my first time in chastity with my girlfriend at the time. I also recall the first time I was caged for a man. Both times were with my college girlfriend Naomi. It was always entertaining to wear a chastity cage with her. Off and on we experimented with different sex toys, such as plugs, gags, collars, leashes, cuffs or remotes. Chastity somehow always was entangled in our play activities. Chastity has always been my favorite sex toy.

We also loved to share partners, male or female. Sometimes I was a Jameson but most of the time I was Jenn. We spent our college years sucking and fucking each other and others. If I was wearing chastity, Naomi would tease me building the tension in my loins. Having her mouth on my caged cock always rocked my world. When she released me, my cream always uncontrollably exploded everywhere. But Naomi loved to swallow, and we always shared my cream. Then she always wanted my cock inside her. We were young and she loved the penetrating sessions that always lasted longer and longer. We attributed the extended sessions to chastity.

But I always felt I needed more. So did she. One afternoon, she texted me to join her and her friend Hudson at our favorite coffee bakırköy escort café near campus. Naomi, who is multilingual always wanted to text me in French. I took French lessons in school. It was our thing so to speak. It read,

‘Jenn je prends un café avec Hudson. Viens nous rejoindre.’

I responded back that I was a dressed as Jenn and self-locked,

‘Je suis habillée en Jenn, ça te va? Je suis aussi enfermé dans la chasteté.’

Her reply was, ‘Hudson va apprécier ça!’ followed by a smiley face with red hearts as eyes emoji.’

She never mentioned Hudson’s gender only that Hudson will enjoy me caged in chastity.

When I arrived, I was pleasantly surprised. Hudson was handsome, with blond curly hair, nice smile, and a little hunky. When he stood to greet me, we hugged. He was taller than me, with a muscular and fit body.

Naomi, being Naomi, cut to the chase very quickly. “Jenn, Hudson and I have a design class together. He invited me for coffee and the conversation quickly turned to going out on a real date. I told him that I had a boyfriend and girlfriend!” She paused smiling, then added, “I told him that we shared!” Then giggled, “Hudson mentioned that he had experienced threesomes but never a foursome.” Smiling I thought to myself, every woman would want to bed him.

Looking directly at Hudson I chuckled, “Did Naomi mention that I am the boyfriend and the girlfriend?”

Hudson smiled profusely, “She did say you were unique!”

It was my turn to smile, adding, “My house is nearby do you want a distinctive experience this afternoon?” I wasn’t always this aggressive but wearing chastity always made me horny and I needed cock that afternoon.

Hudson first looked at Naomi, then back to me, “I’m game Jenn? You will be my first trans!”

Naomi smiling spoke up, “I am headed to the Boutique, I will reluctantly have to pass, but the two of you can manage without me. ” She then looked at her phone, adding, “I have to run, or I will be late.” Naomi squeezed my hand, we both stood to embrace, she whispered in my ear, “Girlfriend, he doesn’t know that you are caged.” Naomi hugged Hudson then hurried out the door to her car.

I grabbed Hudson’s hand, leading him to the door adding, “Follow me Handsome!” Off we went to my house.

A Short Ride Then Surprise and Disappointment

In no time, we were at my off campus house. No one else was home, and we sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door, Hudson pushed me against the wall. We kissed aggressively, just horny two horny college kids who couldn’t get enough sex. I had his shirt off in no time, then quickly unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor. He was commando. His cock was aroused and throbbing. I dropped to my knees to begin caressing his cock with my hands and mouth at the same time. I wanted to suck Hudson’s cock now, but he had other ideas.

He helped me out of my tee, revealing my black bralette encasing my breast forms. He then quickly undid my skirt’s zipper, letting my skirt drop to the floor. He then stepped back, remarking, “I want to see what a girly boy looks like in panties!” Then his jaw dropped, smiling and staring directly into my eyes, he added, “I have never seen a cock locked up.” He then caressed my locked cock and balls. I gasped at his touch. It wasn’t rough but it was gentle either. I whimpered.

Hudson dropped to his knees, pulling my panties down my legs, ripping them at the seams, he continued to caress my locked cock with his hands. His soft caresses became rougher. He then unexpectantly kissed my cock head through the silicone shaft. I whimpered as he did. His mouth engulfed my caged cock. Just as quickly, he had other ideas, he grabbed my upper and lower torso, he picking me up, Hudson tossed me onto the bed.

He then pulled me by the hips back towards his throbbing cock. He spat on his fingers, then inserted two fingers into my butthole. I gasped. I pushed my ass back to greet his cock, Hudson pushed his cock in hard and fast, then suddenly he was smashing my butthole. I screamed as he entered me. His thrusts were rapid. My screams became louder.

Hudson then shrieked as he shot his load inside my ass. My screams turned to moans as his thrusts slowed down. His cock spurted again. He then stopped thrusting releasing his grip of my hips, I fell prone on the bed. Instead of joining me, he moved away to sit in the high back chair in the corner.

Rising back to my knees I could see his aroused cock throbbing. His cream filled my butthole. Hudson was the first to speak, “Sorry Jenn, when I saw your cock caged…” He voice trailed off, he then added “Sorry Jenn, I have to go. I will call you. ” He slipped into his pants and loafers, holding his shirt in his hands, he left my bedroom.

Falling forward, I placed my hands in my face. I held back my tears. Sure, I had just been used, willingly raped if bahçelievler escort you may. I didn’t understand what had happened that day, but I soon realized the impact and the excitement a man has when I was caged in chastity. I will never forget that day with Hudson.

He never called me, but I saw Hudson a few times after he was my first. Naomi always joined us; she always set up the threesome. He never said anything more about that afternoon at my house. Nor did I. He was handsome and hunky but never really satisfied me the way I wanted and deserved. To be honest he wasn’t that good in bed.

I never saw him again after that. I don’t know if Naomi did either. We never spoke about Hudson again.

My Chastity Curiosity Kept Me Locked!

While some men are able to reach some sort of satisfaction while wearing a chastity device, it depends on the device and the man’s ability to stimulate various erogenous zones. I only wear chastity when I am dressed femme. I don’t recall being caged in my male persona. Chasity devices are generally worn to prevent intercourse and other pleasurable sensations. I enjoyed wearing one as entertainment, whether it was self-amusement or the pleasure of my partner. I soon discovered that with certain partners my cock caged increased their libido ten-fold.

So, what does it feel like to wear a chastity device? A typical chastity device consists of a base ring that goes around the base of your shaft, fitting snugly above your balls. A tube of some type is inserted over your shaft. Any chastity device is added weight to your cock and balls; not necessarily a bad sensation, but it does feel strange until you get used to it. I prefer a silicone versus metal chastity cages. The silicone colors also help set my moods. I own a pink, black, blue, clear and one two-toned red and black. I own a metal cage that I rarely wear anymore.

The pink cage always brings out the sissy in me. The two-toned red and black the devil in me. The blue seems to bring out submissive persona. I don’t know why it just does. When I wear the black cage I normally wear black lingerie, and the clear cage goes blends best with white. I prefer to be panty less if I am caged but sometimes my outer wear determines whether I wear or don’t wear panties while caged.

So back to device details. The tube is designed to prevent stimulating your cock, thwarting full arousal and erection and of course other pleasures such as ejaculations. Or does it? Trust me no chastity cage that I have ever worn has kept me from creaming my load, if and when your partner knows how to stimulate your prostate. The first time your prostate is stimulated is euphoric, the next orgasm level is even more so, especially if your cock is caged.

My cock is aroused just thinking about all my other firsts.

First Time I Orgasmed in Chastity

So, then there is the first time your partner makes you ejaculate, and I do remember my first, of course I do. It happened at the gym.

I took at part time job at a private Gym in Riverdale. It was located a few miles down Route One, not far from the campus. Working at the gym gave me some ‘WAM’ money – walking around money and a free gym membership. I worked the front desk a few nights a week. There were many regular members that I just waved through nightly. And I get some studying done between chores and member check-in. We closed at eleven, so I would normally lock the front door so I could go through my regular work-out routine before I headed home.

Tonight was no different. I wore sweats – top and bottoms most of the time, but I always was secretly femme underneath. Sports bra and tight Lycra short. As I go bolder, I would self-lock in chastity. That night I wore blue chastity cage to match my sports bra and shorts. The chastity gave me quite a bulge in my tight shorts.

I was about fifteen minutes into my regular workout routine when I heard one of the regulars, Mike O’Malley speak up, “Well, well, well what do we have here? Aren’t you a little sissy bitch?” I was startled but at the same time I was trying to hide my bulge with the dumbbells. I wasn’t very good at hiding my bulge.

Mike is very hunky and toned moved closer to me, adding, “What are you trying to hide Jamie? Either your cock is bigger than I thought, or you are wearing a sissy cage.” Mike was a much bigger man than me; he took one of the weights away from me tossing it on the floor, then added, “Don’t worry sweet thing, I am not going to hurt you. In fact, I like what I see!” He was dressed to work out, but I could see what the huge bulge getting bigger in his shorts. I was impressed.

I tried to be assertive, speaking, “Mike how did you get in here?”

Mike just chuckled, “The front door was unlocked, and I saw the lights still on, so I just walked in.” I said to myself, ‘Damn’, I forgot to lock the damn door.

By now şirinevler escort Mike was standing immediately in front of me, he remarked, “Jamie you sure have been hiding this girly boy look.” He then leaned in to kiss me full on the lips, at the same time pulling my body into his. I could feel his now aroused cock against my stomach. I kissed him back. His hands grabbed my booty pushing my lower torso into to him. We continued kissing. His cock seemed to get bigger as he pressed against me. I love the feeling of a growing cock against my body.

I broke the embrace, shaking my head, I started to run to the front door, yelling back, “Mike let me lock the front door!” He waved me on. I quickly returned. By that time, Mike had removed his shorts, his huge cock was throbbing. I stopped in my tracks, just to stare at his rock hard cock. I licked my lips. Then added, “Mike your cock is good enough to eat!”

He just smirked, “Surprised bitch? Stop staring at it and start sucking it. Just suck it now sissy! ” I immediately dropped to my knees. I wanted to hold his cock tightly and just suck it as told. So, I did. My mouth and tongue devoured his pulsating circumcised cock. There was no need to tease or lick his inner thighs. I went straight to the chiseled tip of his cock, twirling my tongue all over his cock head then up and down his shaft. I repeated and repeated my tongue twirls as I pushed my mouth down his shaft.

But Mike had a better idea. He pulled me back up to kiss me again, he placed his hands on the top seam of my Lycra shorts. In one full motion, he pulled my shorts down my thighs, stopping to reveal my cock bobbing back and forth in my cage. He was amused, as he cupped my balls and caged shaft with his enormous right hand. He squeezed my cage tightly, then said, “I want to fuck you Jamie, do want me to fuck you?”

I nodded my head, then mumbled, then softly screamed, “Yes I do Mike! I need your massive cock inside me now!” I begged him to fuck me.

I Became Mike’s Bitch That Night and More

We both made our way to the high bench in the middle of the room. Mike pushed me down, I grabbed and held tightly to the sides of the bench. Mike spread my legs; I arched my back pushing my booty into the air. He squeezed my chastity cage again; I was leaking profusely. I filled his hand with my precum. I heard him spit into his hand to add more lubrication to my butthole. Mike squared me up gently pushing his cock head into my anus. I screamed as he entered me, the screams turned to whimpers to more whimpers.

My hip and ass movement matched his thrusts. His cock head was large but narrowed into a long shaped cock. He went deeper into my butthole than anyone before him. My whimpers turned to louder moans. Mike was finding sensitive spots in my ass that I didn’t know I had. I gasped with each stroke. I tried to maintain my breathing. Mike’s cock found my prostate. My body began to shake all over. I grasped the bench harder. The sensation inside me was something I had never experienced before.

He forewarned me, but it did no good. Mike shot his load inside my booty, not once, not twice but three times. Each time I screamed in pure pleasure. Each time my body shook. It was amazing how I shook each time he ejaculated inside me, then to my compete surprise my cock ejaculated spewing my cream all over the bench, my chastity cage and my lower stomach. It was intense. My body tumbled onto the bench. Mike held my hips to keep me from falling on the floor.

His cock was still throbbing inside my butthole. He slowly pulled out. My shakes became intermittent finally calming. I have never before experienced that sensation.

Mike picked me up to embrace me in his arms. I swallowed hard, then mumbled, “Wow that was intense. What did you do to me Mike?”

He stared into my eyes, adding, “I found your prostate Jamie. I assume no one has explored your prostate before. ” I shook my head no. Pausing he added, “Let me give you an anatomy lesson. Men have a P-spot, just like women have a G-spot. You prostate is an almond-size gland that sits about 3 inches inside of our butts. When its stimulated you experience a full body orgasm like a woman! ” He smiled, then added “I love it!”

I kissed Mike on the lips, then whispered, “Mike, thank you for that!”

Mike looked at his watch, “I better get home. I want to fuck you again Jamie… if you are game?” I nodded yes. And we did off and on for several months. Mike was married, a gym regular, and apparently knew my schedule better than me. We didn’t fuck every week, but he was inside me frequently. He always showed up just before closing and each time he rocked my world. I always wore chastity for him and almost always creamed myself. I wore different color cages for him. He bought me a yellow silicone cage. He is a Steelers fan. Somewhere along my travels I lost his gift. Yes, I always wore my sports bra and tight shorts for him. He loved my booty, literally and figuratively.

At the end of the semester, I moved back to Annapolis for the summer. In the Fall, I didn’t return to work at the Riverdale gym. I didn’t see Mike again. I lost touch with him. I will never forget Mike. I was his bitch that semester. He was another enjoyable first for me.

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Prisoners of Passion

Part 5

Puppy was feeling somewhat hot. It wasn’t a hot day or anything, and Pup certainly wasn’t dressed very warmly. It was more the predicament that he and Kitty were in.

“And… and we have to go around like this all day…?”

Warden spanked him. “You forgot to add ‘Woof’ to the end of your sentence. Remember, for the entire day, you’re a dog, and your partner here is a cat. Got it?”

“Yes, Warden… woof…”

Puppy was certainly “dressed” for the part. Floppy brown puppy ears, a bell collar connected to his partners’, arm and leg bindings that forced him to crawl on his knees and elbows, a vibrating, wagging tail plug, bell nipple clamps, and a chastity cage.

Kitty, similarly bound and outfitted with black cat ears and a black cat tail plug, fruitlessly batted at his chastity cage with his paws. “I can’t cum with this thing on, myaaaa…”

Warden chuckled. “Oh, it’s been done before. But don’t worry, if you don’t cum, I won’t punish you again today. Of course, that means you’ll be REEEEALLY horny tomorrow…”

Warden patted them on the head. “Anyways, your job for today, instead of participating in any activities, is to be a good pet for aaaaaaaall the prisoners today! You have to let them play with your bodies as much as they want during free time, service them, and perhaps beg them to help you cum before the day is over~ Understand?”

Kitty meowed in agreement while Puppy looked up pleadingly at the Warden, begging for a bit of leniency with his big, puppy-dog eyes. But, of course, the Warden only spanked them and said, “Come then, off to lunch! We’ve spent enough time setting up- have fun~!”

Kitty and Puppy made their way over to the cafeteria. Normally they would sit on the dildo seats at one of the special tables and try not to cum while eating their meals, but this time, they were just given two bowls on the ground to eat from, as well as a shared water bowl. Their tails started vibrating and wagging, making them gasp and shudder with pleasure.

“Better get going! You’re already 5 minutes into lunch!”

Kitty bahçeşehir escort and Puppy slowly crawled over to their bowls and began to lap at their mashed potatoes. They could feel the eyes of the other prisoners on them as their bells swung back and forth, chiming and adding to the noise of the room.

Puppy leaned over to lick up some water, but bonked into Kitty’s head. “Owww, woof! Watch where you’re going!”

Kitty didn’t respond, lapping up the water with his tongue and shaking his ass in the air. Precum dripped from his caged dick onto the floor. “Mmh… lick, lick.. Myaaa…”

Puppy sighed in resignation and licked up the rest of his mashed potatoes, before taking his turn with the water. He could feel his dick pathetically straining against its cage, throbbing and horny from the vibrations hitting his prostate…

Suddenly, they both felt hands on their head. “Aww, who’s a good pet? Good pet~ Finish your lunch, pets!”

Kitty tried to look up to see who it was, but the prisoner gently pushed his head down back into his bowl. “Eat, eat! There will be plenty of time to play later, hehe~”

Puppy moaned and shivered, feeling the hand gently ruffle his hair. “Mmm~ Please help me~ I wanna cum~ Woof~”

“Hey, none of US got to cum during lunch- what makes you think YOU should be able to, hm?”

Puppy tried to focus on eating, but the mysterious prisoner began to fondle him from behind- first his nipples, then on to his stomach, then finally his aching balls.

Puppy gasped. “Harder! Please please please harder please I need more woof woof woof~!”

Puppy’s head began to swim. More stimulation… I need more pleasure… please…!

He looked over at Kitty, who was still licking up the last of his potatoes.

Kitty looked up. “Wait, why are you looking at- mmph~!”

Puppy lunged at him. The only thought in his head was, I need more pleasure, I need more pleasure, I need more pleasure…

The other prisoners laughed as they looked on. “Aww, are you horny, Puppy? You want more? you want more, Puppy? Say so if esenyurt escort you want more~”

Puppy wanted to say, “Yes! Yes, yes, more please, woof woof woof~!” However, he couldn’t bear to tear his mouth away from Kitty. His tongue felt so soft… so warm…

“Aw, well, I guess we’ll leave you two to it then~ Have a nice lunch!”

Puppy began to moan in protest. “Mmph! MMMMMPHHhhhh…”

Kitty began to kiss back in earnest. Rather than satisfying them, however, their lust simply grew ever more insatiable…

…

They were given some free time late in the afternoon. After being forced to watch from the sidelines as the prisoners participated in their team activity (It was “Sexy Obstacle Course” today), they were incredibly horny.

“Kitty… what do I do…? I need to be groped… I need to be caressed and fondled and fucked so badly, woof…”

Kitty licked his lips. “Mmm… I want it too, Puppy… We’ll need to walk around and find someone to play with, mya~”

They walked around the complex for a while until coming to the main cell block, where a few prisoners were waiting- Angel, Virgin, Slave, and Toy.

Kitty immediately ran up to them, dragging Puppy behind him, nuzzling up against Angel’s leg and smiling seductively.

“Hi, nya~ Uhm, I’ve been in heat all day, and I really really need to play with someone~ Wanna have some fun together?”

Angel blushed. “Oh! Uhm, I mean, I don’t know. I thought you didn’t really like me that much. You know, since you got a bit jealous back during the relay yesterday-“

Virgin elbowed him. “Are you kidding, Angel? This is our chance to tease them a bit!”

Slave and Toy came over as well. “Ooh, it’s Kitty and Puppy! Haha, that’s quite the outfits you two have on~”

Puppy blushed. “Don’t look too hard, woof… It’s embarrassing…”

Virgin said, “Wait, actually, I already came today- what would I get out of this?”

Puppy looked up at him. “Please? W-we’ll let you fuck us, woof… M-my ass is nice and snug and warm, woof…

Kitty rolled his eyes. “Puppy, we halkalı escort don’t have to-“

Puppy elbowed him. “Kitty! They’re being nice! We n-need to beg! Maybe they’ll help us cum finally…”

Kitty considered his options. Hmph. I don’t wanna beg… That would be humiliating… but… I wanna cum…

Toy ran her hands through Kitty’s hair. “Come on, beg, Kitty~ I wanna see you drop your pride and beg me to fuck you and Puppy in the ass~”

The others joined in, circling around Kitty and whispering in his ears, running their hands over his and Puppy’s bodies.

“Come on, give in…”

“It’ll feel so good…”

“All you need to do is beg…”

“Submit to us…”

Puppy whines. “K-kitty… please…”

Kitty grumbled, “FINE! Fine, I’ll beg, nya…”

He looked up, blushing. He tried to avert his eyes, but the prisoners forced his chin up.

“Uhm.. please… p-please… um… mya…”

“Go on, go on!”

Kitty closed his eyes and blurted out, “Please fuck me in the ass I’ve been a naughty kitty and I really really really need it please please I need your cock please please pleeeeease nyan~”

Angel patted him on the head. “Good job! Good kitty~”

Slave smiled. “Alright, from now on, only meowing and barking from you two. What you’re gonna do is close your eyes and make out with each other while we pull out your tails and take turns fucking you in the ass~ Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“M-mrrr… I… I need to use the bathroom first, mya…”

Angel beamed. “Aw, don’t worry about that, Kitty! You can pee on the floor~”

Everyone looked at him, surprised that such a pure-looking guy would suggest such an idea. “What? He is a kitty, right?”

Kitty winced. He didn’t want to do it, but…

He sighed, relaxing his muscles as he peed on the floor.

“Myaaa… M-mrrr…”

Puppy crawled up in front of him. “W-woof, woof!” He began to kiss Kitty, giving him pecks and licks all over his lips, over and over and over.

Slave tugged on Kitty’s tail, making him arch his back and moan a bit. “Mmm… this is gonna be fun~”

…

Slave and the others took turns fucking them, over and over, until evening roll call was called. Their assholes plugged and filled with precum, they whimpered and moaned as they began to realize- they never actually came. Tomorrow was going to be VERY hard, in more ways than one…

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Don’t Tell Anyone

As a forty-three-year-old, who every day smokes a pack of Benson and Hedges 100 cigarettes, there is an issue. I have this problem even now, and it has been with me for most of the past thirty years. It happens almost every time I light up. I have to nervously look around me and over my shoulder. I have to check that the coast is clear, that there is no one around who might see me smoking. As a grown-up adult I know that I should not be feeling guilty.

This worry is now extremely and deeply ingrained into me. A feeling of guilt, that I should not be smoking here. Even when “here” is sitting alone on my own bed in my pyjamas looking at my laptop at pictures and videos of others smoking. The idea that someone who shouldn’t know that I smoke, might look through the closed curtains and see me enjoying a cigarette.

The worst thing about this is that I am an adult with two children and a professional career. I shouldn’t be afraid of smoking. The students I see hanging around the back of the school, yes, they should be petrified, I have the urge to tell them to hide it. Please don’t let me see you smoking, I don’t want to tell you off. Rather than actually doing my job and telling them off.

Yes, there are signs in the world that I should not be smoking. Firstly, I know all about the obvious health effects. The looming potential of cancer and other such “lovely” diseases. Secondly, and a bigger physical problem is the two brands I grew up smoking, Benson and Hedges and Virginia Slims, are frustratingly no longer sold in my country. But do I listen to those hints from the little voice on my shoulder saying you should quit as you know better?

No. I still smoke. I just love to smoke. So much so that every quarter I have to bulk order all my cigarettes from an online retailer. The day the parcel arrives is like Santa’s sleigh loaded with two thousand cigarettes. I am sure I can feel deep within my chest my lungs fluttering with excitement as I put the packs away. They know that the majority of the contents of those cigarettes are all heading their way.

Today, I still have the need to smoke just as much as I originally wanted to do thirty years ago.

For this pleasure I really have to thank my “smoking teacher” at the time for my graceful entry into my delightful and prolonged nicotine addiction. My Aunt Mary. As children, most afternoons, after school my sister and I would be picked up from school by Aunt as our mom was at work. Our aunt would look after us until eventually mom would pick us up.

I was a super curious child. For longer than I dare contemplate, I had fantasised about smoking. There had been hours, maybe days lost with me just sitting there watching my mom, dad, aunt, and the rest of my family smoke. There was something intriguing for me at the sight of the grey smoke billowing out from between their lips and often their noses. As I got older, the more I watched, the more I saw my destiny. I felt as if I was almost born to smoke. I was compelled to. So many restless nights were spent dreaming about having the filter between my lips. Hours spent messing around in front of the mirror with a pencil pretending to smoke.

I have always been absolutely desperate with the idea of me, Laura, actually smoking my own cigarette.

It was a simple process from my perspective. The way that everyone around me looked in love with the white cylinder they would constantly need to have with them. They would almost smile to themselves as they hurriedly but gracefully repetitively got the cigarette from the pack and to between their lips. This would happen over and over again throughout the day, every day. There was something about the sound of the click of the lighter and sight as there was the hot bright flame delightfully dancing in their hand. The look of concentration followed by delight on their faces as they dragged the smoke into their body. I was fascinated to watch the volume of smoke, like a volcanic eruption that billowed and flowed back out from their lips. I found it amazing that the white cigarette slowly burned and turned black as with every drag as it shrank in size it fizzed. For me as a child it was as if they were a real-life dragon. What made it more exciting was that within a few seconds the filter was placed back between their lips and the process repeated once again.

I think Aunt Mary knew from just watching me watching her of my inner desire to smoke. I don’t know, I certainly didn’t say anything. However, I probably had sat there open-mouthed staring at her intently one too many times. As I was sitting there looking on as she lit up and enjoyed the whole process of consuming one of her many cigarettes.

It was then as a ten-year-old that things first changed for me. With glee on her face my aunt Mary gave me my first ever puff on her cigarette. I didn’t even inhale. Just sucked on it and then coughed my guts up. It tasted awful.

There had been a problem. I had done what I really, really wanted to do. bayrampaşa escort I had wanted to enjoy my first ever drag on a cigarette, but I actually hated it. It tasted wrong, it was not actually nice.

“Whatever you do, don’t tell your mom.” Aunt Mary said with a laugh as I nervously handed her back the cigarette.

“I won’t!” I gasped for air. As I then reached for a glass and gulped water to wash my throat out. That cigarette was the most disgusting thing ever. But my Aunt Mary was not going to stop there. Even if I potentially thought it wise to do so.

The following day, after coming in from playing outside, she got my sister watching television then giggled at me. “Laura, do you want to play a game?”

“Do what?”

“A game of lighting my cigarette for me?”

At first, I was scared, the puff I had the day before was not particularly nice. But I knew that it was something she enjoyed “hundreds” of times a day. It was something that I should be able to do. It was something that I knew I was going to do. I just had to smoke a cigarette.

“Yes?” I enthusiastically responded.

“Good, whatever you do, please don’t tell your mom!” Aunt Mary again cackled an almost evil laugh as she handed me one of her brand-new Virginia Slim cigarettes. “This is our little secret.” She smiled. I knew whatever happened I was not going to tell anyone.

I was standing there holding the rather long paper cylinder between my fingers. Something that I had wished I could for so many years. Her head nodded up, suggesting that I put it between my lips. I dutifully followed the instructions. Then smiling happily at me as she gave me the lighter.

This was a scary moment for me. Having Aunt Mary sitting there and watching me, with her real lighter in my hand and a real-life cigarette between my lips, mixed with an equally hot flame centimetres from my nose. This wasn’t me alone in my bedroom with a pencil that I was putting between my lips pretending that I was smoking in front of the bedroom mirror. It was far lighter weight. It was far more real, I felt as if I was sweating. A dream was going to come true. I was actually going to light my first ever cigarette.

Aunt Mary giggled as she helped my fingers flick the lighter and then align the flame with the tip. I found myself going cross eyed as the hot bright flame got closer to the cigarette. It was then that she told me to drag. I watched the flame move towards the cigarette. I had made the flame dance, just as I had watched the others do. I was shocked as before I realised it. I suddenly felt the smoke in my lungs.

It was just one drag, and I forced the smoke from my lungs, then a grinning Aunt Mary took the cigarette and lighter off me. For me the sensation of the smoke in my lungs produced a euphoric moment. It was amazing. I had just smoked. I knew there and then as I felt slightly dizzy that I would have to do it again.

For the next few weeks Aunt Mary would every afternoon come up with an excuse for me to light a cigarette for her and take one drag. Each time it was preceded by “Don’t tell your mom.” I would smile happily totally agreeing that this was just our secret and light the cigarette and take one all-important drag.

Then a couple of days later she would suggest that the cigarette would go out if I didn’t take a second drag, as she was momentarily too busy to take it back. I would happily bring the filter back to my lips. A second rush as the smoke filled my lungs. I loved every second. I was doing the very thing I felt I was born to do.

Aunt Mary would congratulate me and take her own big drag on the cigarette. I kept my side of the bargain. Not letting anyone know of our fun game.

Yes, I would go home and watch my mom light up her own cigarettes and smile. I knew what she was experiencing and enjoying. I could almost taste the smoke on my lips. Her eyes told me everything. But as promised I didn’t tell her what I was doing behind her back with Aunt Mary.

During the coming weeks and months Aunt Mary would let me take one extra drag on her cigarette. Over time and it was an iterative process, I managed to smoke a whole cigarette all by myself. It was not rushed. It was gradual, literally one extra drag at a time. Until Aunt Mary was no longer finishing the cigarette off and stubbing it out. I was.

It was around my eleventh birthday that she gave me my first ever pack of Virginia Slims. I felt so grown up, but equally scared. We kept it at my aunt’s. I really didn’t want my mom to know I smoked.

There was a noticeable change though, I was now allowed after school and under my aunt’s guidance to light up and smoke a cigarette all to myself. As the weeks and months rolled past, she suggested I had a second and then before my mom turned up, eventually a third.

But I was still being very secretive. Only my aunt knew I was smoking. Because of this I could only smoke three a day. I did not have enough time to smoke any more. Plus, my aunt made çapa escort sure that I did not rush them. They were spaced out during the time I was with her.

To this day I don’t know if my aunt got me addicted or if it was just my personal desire to smoke. The only issue I had was I was conflicted and desperate to keep it a secret. As such I only ever smoked the three. Even back then, deep down, I truly liked the idea of smoking a lot more.

I have to say that my aunt was very good to me in that she was forever buying cigarettes just for me. I never had to worry about it. I soon found that I would finish a pack every other week. I felt comfortable sitting with her and enjoying the process of smoking. We bonded over the cigarettes. This caused a problem in my head. I was happy inside with my aunt. It was a genuine scary idea that I could take the pack with me and to go out of the house and smoke.

At that time, I had a load of friends at school who had also started smoking. There was a whole social group thing going on. I could have easily swanned in with a cigarette between my lips. Showing off my smoking skills. I genuinely had the full on feeling of missing out. I cannot deny that there was an urge to join the group, I knew how to smoke, I enjoyed smoking my cigarettes. At the same time, I felt guilty, I had promised, and my aunt had told me not to smoke without her. So, I didn’t. I was a good girl and had a different friendship group and made sure that my cigarette tasted even better by waiting and lighting up with my aunt

It was when I was nearly fourteen that the whole family went on holiday to the coast. It was meant to be an exciting and fun time. A beaching holiday. Glorious weather out of school and time to get some sun on our skin. For all the excitement for me personally there was a major issue. My routine was rocked, I wasn’t at school. I wasn’t going to see my aunt every day. That gave me a problem. This meant I now couldn’t smoke. I didn’t think of myself at the time as being addicted to nicotine. It was just something that we did together.

I had been smoking five days a week for a year or so. I was alright after day one and two, it was like being at the weekend. I didn’t smoke on the weekends anyway as I was with my parents. But by day three I was missing something. I was becoming incredibly snappy and grumpy. I am sure partially due to teenage hormones but deep down I knew I just really needed to smoke. I was watching my mom light up and I was then salivating at the thought of myself dragging on the cigarette. I knew it would solve all my problems. The crux of the issue I had but I was neither at home or at the aunts. There was not a problem of physically getting hold of cigarettes as I was watching my mom smoke all day. I could have easily stolen one and lit up. But I knew I could not tell anyone. They would soon find out. This meant that I was just in a strange place and mentally in a very foul dark mood with everyone.

For that holiday, someone listened to my prayers. I had a saviour in the form of my aunt arriving. She was like a hero riding a white horse. Or in her case her car. After a few hours she could see my problem better than anyone else could. I didn’t even have to explain it. She made an excuse and took me aside and away from the family. “I’m taking Laura for a short walk. We are going for a chat.” She announced after lunch. We walked the short distance down to the beach, importantly out of sight.

There on my own whilst sitting on the sand she gave me what I really needed, one of her Virginia Slims. I was genuinely excited. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging. It was the best present ever. It was also my first time smoking outdoors. She had to help me protect the flame from the wind. Smoking it there and then was a moment of pure bliss. With a cigarette between my lips and smoke filling my lungs, I could finally relax.

“Laura, you need to understand something.” She smiled at me in that warm way.

“What?”

“You know why you are grumpy?”

“I wanted a cigarette.” I shrugged my shoulders.

She chuckled at me “Yes you realise that you are addicted to nicotine now.”

“No, I can’t be.” I couldn’t believe it. I tried to defend myself instantly by bringing the filter back to my lips.

“You do realise what you need to do?”

“No?”

“You need to explain this to your mom?”

“No!” I shook my head. I really did not want to.

“Life will be easier if you do!” She grinned at me and inhaled deeply on her Virginia Slim.

We had a second cigarette before going back and she went on to explain that my mom knowing would solve a lot of my issues, as I would then be able to light up at home.

That sounded like a simple task, but unfortunately, I was petrified of doing that. I refused. My mom just couldn’t never know that I smoked. I just knew that she would be so cross with me. I would be forever locked up at home or something horrible. It just could not happen.

With the fındıkzade escort holiday over, it was a double-edged sword. Back to school and no longer sunning ourselves all day. But ultimately the following week I was happy and back in my comfortable smoking routine. I was again lighting up my three cigarettes a day after school. I had control, I never needed more. Just sitting there with my aunt enjoying the company and getting the pleasure from smoking my “regulation” three cigarettes.

Eventually reality caught up with me, my aunt won. She was bringing it up most weeks. “Talk to your mom.” or “You have to tell your mom that you smoke.” It was the worst two tracks on CD ever stuck on repeat. She would always say it when I had finished my third cigarette of the day and was busy covering myself in body spray before taking one of her chewing gums.

That Christmas I found myself in the same situation that I had on the beaching holiday. I was not spending time with my aunt. Ultimately, I really needed to smoke. I knew what I had to do, and it would solve the problem. I should have listened to my aunt earlier.

I nervously told my mom that I was spending my afternoons not playing but smoking with Aunt Mary. I was incredibly scared and nervous. I had prepared every situation, ready for the proverbial ton of bricks to drop down and hit me, the anger of me sneaking around with my aunt and smoking behind her back. “You are too clever to start this addictive and disgusting habit that everyone knows is seriously bad for you.” It was obvious.

I was as ready as I ever was going to be.

For all my fear and dread of her knowing, the reaction was a complete surprise. My mom laughed at me. I didn’t know how to respond. It was the one response I had not mentally prepared myself for. It made me feel strange. My mom produced a deep belly laugh. What didn’t help was I was feeling guilty for hiding it from her and she couldn’t stop giggling at me all afternoon. My Aunt Mary was right, there was a relief that my mom now knew. It was amazing but it was also embarrassing in equal measures. That afternoon as every time she lit up, she would look at me, force an exhale and then lovingly smile at me.

It didn’t solve the problem that since just before Christmas day, I hadn’t had a cigarette and was of the excitement of the season, I knew what was going on. I was addicted to nicotine and as the hours ticked by getting more and more desperate as I craved smoking a cigarette for myself.

That evening, she had been clearly thinking about it. My mom proudly gave me a pack of her Benson and Hedges and then sitting there, expected me to smoke one in front of her. I was not going to mess around. I truly wanted a cigarette. I also cockily thought I knew what I was doing. However, it was an eye opener trying that brand of cigarette. The flavour and taste were completely different to the Virginia Slims of my Aunt Mary. Stronger and surprisingly just that much nicer. For me there was no going back. I was going to be Benson and Hedges girl.

From there on it was a change in my situation. It happened overnight. My mom gave me the freedom that I could smoke at home too. Just as my Aunt Mary had told me over and over again. I agreed with her that I would only smoke in front of her or my aunt. I had effectively added to my smoking locations but kept the same rules. I was only smoking at home or over at my aunt’s. But ultimately, I was still in my safe environment, as still where no one else could see me.

There was a natural progression of my addiction. I could still smoke my three cigarettes after school with my Aunt Mary, but then I could then come home and smoke even more. As now my mom was asking me as she reached for her pack, if I wanted a cigarette too. I was not going to refuse, I genuinely liked smoking and there was something relaxing about sitting on our sofa chatting about life to my mom whilst smoking a cigarette. I was still not in public.

Everyone was now happy, almost pleased with me, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I was excited by my smoking habit. I could get home from school and spend the afternoon and evening either lighting up with my aunt or mom. But come the morning and going off to school, I was good, I never took my pack of cigarettes with me. I had taught myself discipline. I was not going to be seen smoking out of the house. However much my body screamed for nicotine. I was in control.

At the same time, I was still active at school, playing in the hockey team. I loved physical education, and even today I actively go to the gym. I treat my time on the exercise equipment as a way of detoxing from cigarettes. I enjoy the process of working my body and importantly my lungs hard. In both work and play.

Now that my mom knew the whole process of smoking was now easier for me. I really enjoyed the taste and flavour of Benson & Hedges. It was a pleasant feeling to inhale them. I started smoking more of them, I could smoke with my aunt in the afternoons and then mom in the evenings. I could even have a smoke after breakfast before school. I was happy, as long as no one saw me. The freedom to smoke meant that I was consuming a lot more than my original three a day. It was not long until there were a few before school and a lot more afterwards.

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The final part. Please see part one for content warnings.

Thursday, Daddy didn’t fuck Mandie at all.

That didn’t mean that he left her unmolested, though.

She woke up wrapped around him like an octopus, grinding against his naked thigh, which he must have placed there to tempt her. She moaned in disappointment as she woke enough to remember that the hot need bubbling inside her would be going unsatisfied.

He just laughed and pressed a hand to her waist, encouraging her to keep going; she was helpless to resist, in spite of the frustration. She went on humping and sliding against his skin for almost twenty minutes, drifting sleepily in and out of lurid dreams.

When Sam finally untangled himself and got out of bed, announcing he’d have to shower off before work, he was visibly well on his way to an erection. Mandie stood up to follow him, thinking he’d want a blowjob or at least a handjob in the shower, but Sam waved her off.

“I’m saving that for tomorrow,” he informed her.

That was one of the most confusing things Mandie had ever heard. If she were in charge, she couldn’t imagine ever passing up the opportunity to come. It was especially hard to imagine in that moment, as she was writhing with unspent need in the bed, her pussy clenching on nothing after she’d repeatedly edged herself on Daddy’s thigh.

When she said as much, though, he just laughed at her and said that was exactly why she wasn’t in charge.

Then he disappeared into the shower, leaving her confused and pouting and trying to resist the urge to grind into the bed or hump one of the pillows, which wouldn’t feel nearly as good as his thigh and definitely wouldn’t give her what she needed.

After work, and after dinner, he laid her out on the couch and told her to rub her clit again.

Mandie obeyed, whining and moaning as she fiddled with the twitching nub, frustrated by the brief flashes of pleasure interspersed with the awkward nothingness. Underneath it all was a constant, burning arousal that made her ache, fueled not just by the days of denial but also by the act itself–by being ordered to put herself on display this way, to touch herself for Daddy’s enjoyment; by the way Daddy was watching her, seated on the coffee table between her legs, his gaze dark and hungry.

It made her hot and hyper-sensitive, made her hips twitch and her pussy drool.

“Fuck me, Daddy, please,” she begged finally, not even bothering to beg to come; she was convinced now that he really wasn’t going to back down, not with less than twenty-four hours left on the safe. “Please, please, I want you inside me, please, my pussy aches so bad!”

Sam groaned and leaned forward, pushing one of her thighs further out with his hand, and then he slid two fingers into her cunt.

Mandie wailed loudly and squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy squeezing down hard on the digits as he began to thrust them, fingering her hole roughly.

“Daddy! Daddy! Mmnn–” she rubbed furiously at her clit, every muscle in her body straining, sweat beading on her skin. When Sam dipped his head down and latched his teeth over one of her nipples, she bleated out a little shrieking noise and felt her clit twitching into her fingers, sharp and demanding–seeking different fingers, or the satisfying buzz of a toy, anything but her own touch. “Fuck. Fuck. Daddy!”

He nibbled at her nipple and then sucked on it, soothing the sting with his tongue, before moving to the other and giving it the same attention.

She jerked and writhed, rocking down to meet his fingers pounding away inside her, and pressed hard on her clit with her knuckles, trying desperately to grind out enough sensation to finish. Her chest and stomach heaved with how hard and fast she was panting.

Eventually, Daddy was done playing with her breasts and he pulled his head up to blow into her ear instead, making her jolt and grit her teeth on the urgency of the need roiling inside her. “Are you close, baby?” he asked.

“No,” she groaned. “Can’t do it. I can’t do it, Daddy.”

“Mm. That’s because you’re my good little girl. My beautiful little slut,” he murmured, pressing his fingers roughly and deeply into her to make her gasp. “Your little clitty knows who owns it, isn’t that right? No matter how much of a brat you are, your pussy knows it belongs to me, to your Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Mandie gasped, her cunt rippling hard around his fingers. “Yes, Daddy, yes, it’s yours, I’m yours!”

“You know, it used to make me sad,” he told her, in a low tone, like he was whispering a secret. “When you told me about how frustrated you were when you were younger, when you tried to masturbate but couldn’t finish. I didn’t like thinking about my little girl being all alone like that. But now…all I can think is that you were being such a good girl, waiting for me. Waiting for your Daddy to show you what your body was meant for.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, and finally gave up rubbing her clit–it was mostly numb to her touch by that point topkapi escort anyway–and grasped at him instead, clinging to him as he twisted and rocked his fingers inside her, working her needy cunt hard.

It was true; when she was a young woman back in college, she’d spent long hours trying to find a way to bring herself off, fruitlessly rubbing her clit and sticking her fingers in herself. She’d fantasized about a handsome, experienced man stepping in and finally helping her reach the peak that seemed to come so easily to other women.

Connecting her Daddy back to those teenage fantasies made her blood quicken and her body throb. “Yes. You. I was waiting for you–needed you–Daddy–!”

“I’ve got you now, baby,” he assured her, twisting his fingers again so that his knuckles rubbed along her throbbing G-spot, making her whine. “Tomorrow. I’ll remind you of how good Daddy can make you feel.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sobbed. “I love you. I love you. Ohh…” she groaned as his fingers slowed and finally drew out, leaving her feeling empty and aching.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed her on her forehead, and then on the tip of her nose, and finally on the lips again. “Come on now, time to clean you up. Your naughty pussy is such a mess, I think we’ll need to rinse it off in the shower again.”

Mandie groaned.

***

Friday was nothing but nerves and anticipation.

In some ways, it almost felt as if it were the first time again. Not Mandie’s first time in general, which had been a disappointing fumble with a fellow undergraduate in college, but the first time she’d slept with Sam. Back when he wasn’t quite her Daddy yet, and certainly wasn’t her husband. Back when he was just the astoundingly handsome man she’d met on a fetish website and had gone on a couple of dates with, when she was trying desperately to hide how she was falling head over heels for him, because she was sure that getting clingy so soon would scare him off.

There had been a lot of anticipation leading up to that first time, and a lot of nerves, too. She’d worried that he would be disappointed–if not with her less-than-supermodel figure, then with her body’s oddly specific needs: she’d had more than one hookup go sideways when a man got intimidated or offended by the idea that she’d need more than his cock and maybe a bit of vague rubbing to get off.

But not Sam.

He’d been delighted, in fact, when she handed over the little travel vibrator she’d relied on at the time. And then he’d asked if a little girl like her needed his help to use such a big girl toy, and–

Well. The rest was history.

It had been years since she’d felt that nervous thrill, but it was back now.

Maybe because he’d so pointedly brought her back to her younger years the night before, reminding her thoroughly of how lucky she was to have found a husband that fulfilled every fantasy she’d had as a lonely, frustrated young woman. Maybe just because it had been over a week now since she’d last had an orgasm, and she knew whatever happened that night was going to hit her hard.

Maybe because, in the back of her mind, she was a little worried–okay, kind of a lot worried–that Sam might take this opportunity to turn the tables.

He could, couldn’t he? He could stay out late after work, leaving her waiting for him at home, alone and needy. Even once the timer went off on the safe, she wouldn’t be able to open it herself; there was a code, and only he knew it.

As the workday went on, she became more and more obsessed with the idea: coming home to a dark apartment, waiting next to the locked safe, helplessly rubbing her aching pussy while she waited and wondered when her Daddy would be home to finally help her come.

Or–even worse–coming home to find that he’d re-locked the safe and set it for another week. Learning that she hadn’t been good enough, that he didn’t think she deserved her toys back yet.

Mandie bit her lip as her tormented pussy twitched at the idea.

“Hey!” a bright voice chirped from the next desk over, making Mandie jump. “Happy hour after work today?”

Mandie tried not to look too wide-eyed at the suggestion. “No!” she blurted, then quickly cleared her throat when her coworker gave her an odd look at the blunt response. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound–uh. I just have, um, a thing. With Sam. Dinner, I mean. We’re having dinner. Me and my husband.” At some point in her stammering, she’d started to blush; she could feel the heat of it in her cheeks.

Her coworker smirked. “Dinner, huh? Sounds important. It’s not your anniversary or something, is it?”

“No. He was just, um, away on work.”

“Oh, say no more,” her coworker assured her, winking. “Have fun welcoming him home.” One of the other ladies tittered a couple of desks over as Mandie waved them off, her blush deepening.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, she’d practically convinced herself that Sam was going to deny her for another merter escort week. Or even another month? Not that long, surely. But she had been a very naughty girl…

When she walked into the apartment and didn’t immediately see him, she rushed to find him, anxious to have her fears confirmed or denied. “Daddy? Daddy, I’m home!”

“In the bedroom, baby,” he called, and she hurried to his voice, her stomach twisting.

This was it. He’d be sitting next to the safe, and there’d be a new countdown on the display, and he’d explain why she hadn’t been good enough–

She stumbled to a stop in the bedroom doorway, staring.

Her Daddy was standing near the bed, fastening a pair of cuffs to the headboard.

They didn’t use the cuffs very often, because Daddy liked to be able to move her around while they were fucking, and the cuffs made it inconvenient.

But that wasn’t the first thing that caught her eye: the first thing was the collection of toys–her toys–lined up on the bedside table. Not all of them, but several of her favorite vibrators, all plugged in and charging.

“Eager for your punishment to be over, princess?” Her Daddy was smirking at her, like he had noticed exactly what she was staring at.

“Really, Daddy?” she demanded, her toes curling a bit on the floor as her pussy grew embarrassingly wet at just the sight of the toys. “Are you really–can I really–“

“It’s been a week, hasn’t it? And you’ve been very good, taking your consequences like a big girl.” He patted the bed. “Take your clothes off and come lay down.”

She stripped out of her work clothes quickly, tossing them haphazardly on the floor and then–very reluctantly–going back to fold them up and put them away at her Daddy’s instruction. Then, finally, she lay down on the bed, only squirming a little.

“Not that just yet,” he told her when she stretched her arms over her head towards the cuffs. He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his knee. “Come here and give me your bratty tush.”

“Daddy,” she hesitated, worried again. “You said I was good?”

“You have been good,” he confirmed. “And all of this started because you wanted to get spanked, isn’t that right?”

She nodded slowly, crawling over his lap as she did.

“Because you like getting spanked a little too much, hmm? It gets your pussy all wet?”

Mandie flushed, but nodded again. There was no point in denying it. “Yes, Daddy.”

“So we’re not going to use spankings for punishments any more. They’re going to be rewards.”

Mandie’s eyes widened and she bit her lip. At the same time, her pussy spasmed and clenched. Her Daddy, who could obviously see it from his position looking down at her butt, laughed.

“You like that idea, I see. Daddy’s gonna give you a good spanking first to get you ready, and then we’ll go from there. Okay?”

“Okay,” Mandie agreed eagerly. “I–oh!”

Whatever she had been planning to say was lost to the sudden pain, and then pleasure, of her Daddy’s hand swatting her butt. He spanked her sharply and repeatedly, peppering her buttocks and thighs, until she was warm all over and squirming, her pussy wet, her hips lurching as she tried to grind into his thigh. When he finally stopped, she whimpered, protesting the loss of the delicious stimulation.

“Alright, baby, shhh,” Sam assured her, rubbing a hand over the heated skin of her backside. “It’s time for the next part, okay? Remember, you get to come tonight. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, and went eagerly when her Daddy guided her onto the bed on her back, her arms over her head for the cuffs. The soft fabric of the sheets felt rough on her recently-spanked skin, making her squirm. “What are you going to do, Daddy?”

“You’ll see.”

“Why are we using the cuffs?”

“You’ll see,” he repeated, pressing a finger to her lips. “I promise, Daddy is going to make you feel good tonight. Just be patient for me a little bit longer, alright?”

Mandie bit her lip and nodded, then watched hungrily as Daddy undressed as well, taking his time to fold and put away his own clothes. By the time he returned to the bed, she was squirming again, squeezing her thighs together to try and stimulate her needy clit, which was pulsing in time with the throbbing of the bruises forming on her butt.

“Legs open,” Daddy said, and she immediately spread them. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to let you pick which toy–“

“The purple one,” she said immediately, before he could even finish the question. It was one of her favorites, a bullet vibrator with two rabbit-ear prongs at the end that grasped around her clitty, hugging and simulating it from both sides.

He smiled. “Now, I could have guessed that you’d pick that one.” He grabbed it off the bedside table and climbed onto the bed, reaching down–not with the hand that had the vibrator, but with his free hand–to cup her hot, throbbing pussy.

She groaned and lifted her hips up to rub into his esenler escort palm. “Daddy…”

“Eager little slut,” he murmured, squeezing gently and then dipping a finger into her. “You want it, hmm? You want to come for Daddy?”

“Yes,” she begged, rocking and grinding into his hand. “Please, Daddy, please, please, please!”

“Shhh, it’s alright. Daddy’s going to make you come so hard, baby, you just wait,” he assured her. He pressed a button with his thumb, and the vibrator in his other hand hummed to life, making her shudder at just the sound. “But we’re going to have a little more fun first, okay?”

“Mmmmnn,” she whined in frustration, then sucked in a sharp breath when he nudged the toy against one of her breasts, wrapping the prongs around the hardened nub of her nipple. “Oh! Daddy, oh, oh-my-God, mmm, mmm!”

She twisted and bucked under him, heat shooting down through her core and making her impossibly wetter. She humped her hips into his hand frantically, feeling his fingers slip over the slick, soft opening to her cunt. Her clit felt like the end of a live wire that ran all the way through her spine, arousal already seasoned with the spanking and now agitated by the titillating sensation on her nipple.

“Feels good, huh, baby?” he asked, rocking the toy so that the pressure increased and decreased again, stoking the heat thundering inside her. “I cuffed your hands up because you don’t need them right now. They don’t help your needy little clitty any, do they? You need Daddy’s help with this.” He fluttered his fingers against her clenching hole.

“Yes, Daddy, I need your help, please,” she sobbed, trembling. “I need it so bad, Daddy, please, I can’t do it on my own, I need you to help me come, please!”

“I know, I know. Daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he assured her, and leaned down to kiss the frustrated moans from her lips as he moved the toy to her other nipple.

She couldn’t keep still, her whole body shaking and jolting as her clit throbbed jealously, eager for the attention her nipples were getting, or for the fingers toying with her hole. When Sam ended the kiss, Mandie immediately used the freedom to start begging again.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, her hips rocking in time with the words. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he said, fond and amused. His fingers left her pussy to squeeze gently at her thigh, and she groaned. “Daddy’s going to use this toy on your clitty now. That’ll feel really good, hmm?”

“Yes,” she groaned, her body throbbing eagerly at the words. “Daddy, please!”

“But you have to tell Daddy when you’re about to come, okay?”

Mandie moaned but nodded quickly, spreading her thighs even wider as he pulled the toy away from her nipple, and–finally, finally, finally–reached down to tease the prongs, feather-light, along her engorged clit.

She let out a stuttering shriek at the first touch, the vibrations almost overwhelming, even so lightly, even at such a low setting. “Oh-my-God, Daddy, fuck, Daddy!”

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” he reminded her firmly, and she nodded rapidly, her mouth gaping open on noisy gasps and groans as her hips lurched, trying to grind up harder into the toy.

But her Daddy moved with her, keeping the touch light, teasing, which was a good thing, because otherwise she wouldn’t have time to tell him before–

“Oh–I’m gonna come, Daddy, I’m coming, I’m coming!” she squealed as the tension broke inside her, hard and fast, taking her by surprise.

“Not yet. Wait, Mandie,” he said sharply, and pulled the toy away.

“Ah–no–!” she cried, and then groaned, her hips lifting in a hard arc to try and follow the toy, her entire body shaking.

She’d never had to try and hold back an orgasm before, but she scrambled to do so now, clenching down hard and tightening every muscle in her core to stop it, desperate not to ruin her first orgasm in a week. She held her breath until her chest ached, squeezing her eyes shut and straining every part of her body against the massive pressure pounding inside her.

“Ohh,” she groaned, letting out the breath as the urge to come finally passed and she relaxed, her pussy giving several hard twitches of confused need. “Daddy. Oh fuck.”

“Good girl, Mandie. That was so good. You’re such a good listener,” he praised her. “Here comes the toy again.”

“Oh, no, Daddy, I can’t stop it again,” she said immediately, then gasped as the teasing rabbit-ears stroked up her tingling clit. “Oh. Oh Daddy. Oh–it’s–I’m gonna do it for real, Daddy, I’m gonna come, mm, ahh, I’m coming!”

She screamed as the toy was pulled away again, unable to even try to stop herself this time with the force of the orgasm barreling down on her–

But it was only for a second; before she even had time to worry that the orgasm was going to be ruined, her Daddy’s thick cock was sliding into her gasping, rippling cunt, and the toy was pressed firmly against her clit again, his hand working in little movements to jerk the prongs up and down her clit as he ground the vibrating head into the base of her sensitive nub.

“DADDY!” Mandie shrieked, her back arching up so hard that she felt some of the muscles cramping as the orgasm burst out of her, powerful and overwhelming.

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I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone’s time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.

The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.

English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.

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This story will have a slightly different content than the previous one, but the story associated with it was also different. A few days had passed since the last time I was with my ladies, and while I could complain about the lack of freedom in their home, now the situation was reversed. Veronica’s brother went for 2 days to a history contest and her father went on a business trip for a few days, so the house was free and we didn’t have to worry that someone would catch us. I came to their place around 1 PM to help them prepare dinner to which I had been invited. Anette was dressed classy as usual. A dark red, tight dress and black high heels with red bottoms. Just like the day we first made love. Veronica, on the other hand, had a loose T-shirt and denim shorts, and white tennis shoes on her feet. They both looked tempting. After 20 minutes, my penis hardened from the sight of their beautiful bodies, and since we had already had a threesome, I decided to act.

I approached Anette from behind and placing my hands on her ass, began to squeeze it. She began to purr. When I looked at Veronica and saw no objection, but her hand lying on her pussy, I pulled her mother’s dress up and began to ride the bulge in my pants on her pussy. After a short while, I lowered her black panties, knelt down and directed my tongue at her pussy. At first, I slowly but thoroughly licked her pussy, every now and then delving into her hole, and after 2/3 minutes I directed it at Anette’s cocoa eye. My girlfriend’s mother began to breathe louder and purr even more, so I stood up, pulled my penis out of my pants and, spitting on it for better glide, impaled myself on her pussy in one move. The whole house was filled with the sound of Anette’s moan, and after a moment the quick slapping of my hips against her asshole.

“Come here, honey,” Anette called Veronica, who was already fingering herself.

Daughter approached her mother and, following her instructions, sat down on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, only to feel Anette’s tongue on her clit and her fingers in her pussy a moment later. My ladies were moaning loudly, but suddenly someone’s voice reached our ears.

“Jesus Anette!”

A tall, red-haired woman stood in the kitchen doorway. “I must have left the front door open,” I thought. She looked about 45 years old. She was definitely older than the person I was fucking. Her large breasts and long legs were visible from a distance. A black coat covered her clothes, although at first glance you could tell that someone like her had to be wearing something interesting and classy. On her feet, however, she had high, knee-high boots, terribly sexy.

“Oh my God, Betty!” Anette jumped up as if scalded and her pussy spat out my dick. “I’ll explain it to you right away!”

But before she could say anything, the woman (as it turned out later, the neighbor’s sister) turned around and headed for the exit.

“What are you standing there for?!” she shouted at me. “Stop her or something, or we’ll all be screwed!”

I quickly ran after Elizabeth with my dick dangling between my legs. I caught up with her right at the exit, grabbed her hand and pulled bakırköy escort her back, turning around and blocking the door for her. I have to admit that up close she looked even better than when I first saw her. Her hair was an intense red (I think she wanted to make herself look younger) and was tied back at the back of her head. Her face, although already covered in wrinkles in some places, still had that something that made my dick not fall, and the red lipstick on her lips enhanced the effect. Her breasts, the outline of which was visible under her black coat, were comparable in size to Anette’s. Her butt was also not bad. The finishing touch to the look, however, were the boots. Black, high, and, in a word, stunning.

“Leave me alone!” she shouted.

“I can’t. After everything you’ve seen?”

“I’ll tell everything to her husband! To do such things! And with Veronica!”

“Exactly. I can’t let you go now. Maybe we can come to an agreement somehow?” I suggested.

“Hmmm…” She looked at my still erect penis, “Maybe something could be done about this whole situation.”

“Yes? I’m listening.”

“My husband Josh is an old fart, a conservative in bed… And he can’t boast about a penis like yours. And me? I have my needs too and I want to experiment. And hard. So what’s it going to be? I guess you have no choice…”, she replied, and what happened next exceeded even my imagination.

Going upstairs I explained to my ladies how the situation was and they weren’t thrilled either, but we had no choice if we wanted to keep our relations a secret. The three of us entered the bedroom, and after 2 minutes Beth came carrying in her hand probably the biggest cucumber she could find, a can of whipped cream and a glass of champagne.

“You still have your clothes on?” she asked. “Now. Take off your clothes.”

After these words she threw off her coat under which was a short, tight, dark green dress. She easily unzipped the zipper on the back and with one movement threw it to the floor. She stood there in only black, lace underwear and those sensual boots. Seeing that we were already standing naked and Anette was taking off her heels she said, “Leave them on.”

She smiled mockingly and sat down on the armchair that was standing near the big bed.

“Come on girls, start kissing and after a while go lower. You, boy. Come here,” she pointed to her knees.

I sat on them resting my body on her large, soft breasts. I wrapped my hand around her neck. I felt quite strange, like a small child, but that changed when Beth grabbed my swollen cock and started riding it. We watched as Veronica and her mother kissed passionately, only to see them change position to 69 and lick each other’s pussies after a while.

“Ralph, now it’s your turn. Clean my shoes. With your tongue.”

I looked at her expressively, but she didn’t say anything, just looked straight into my eyes and nodded. “Well. Today I have to do her whims,” ​​I thought and knelt down by her legs. I started licking the tips of her shoes, feeling the taste of leather.

“Exactly,” she reminded, “Now the heels.”

So I started licking them and slowly putting them in my mouth when suddenly at the height of her ankles I noticed lowered, lacy panties.

“Enough, come and lick me.”

I rose to the height of her pussy. Compared to Veronica’s, who was completely shaved or Anette’s, who had a thin strip along her pubes. Elizabeth had a slightly overgrown pussy. Not really, but still. I started massaging her clit with my finger, and I touched her lips with my tongue. They were already quite wet, she probably hadn’t used them for a long time. The movements bahçelievler escort of my tongue became faster, sinking into her hole every time. I heard her moan and felt hands on her head, pressing her against their pubes.

“Don’t forget about the asshole,” she said, “I’ll use it today too.”

So I moved to the other hole of this older woman’s wonderful body. I licked in circles and when it was wet enough, I put my thumb inside and started moving it inside. After a short while, Beth had an orgasm, the biggest I’ve ever seen. Her body shook with shivers, she moaned loudly and her pussy juices spurted directly onto my face. I wiped it with my hand and drank the rest of the liquid that poured out of her pussy.

“Well. You did well, kid. Let’s join the rest of the company. I think they missed us.”

After these words, she drank a glass of champagne at once, stood up and, holding my dick, walked over to the bed where Veronica and Anette were already waiting for further orders from the horny intruder. Elizabeth quite calmly laid me on the bed and decorated my cock with whipped cream. She started licking it every now and then, replenishing the whipped cream.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me suck him?” she asked. “Our boy deserved it by giving me an orgasm. Let’s hope it won’t be the last.”

So after a few seconds, my swollen cock was being sucked by three women. Veronica (my girlfriend), Anette (her mother), and Beth (my girl’s neighbor’s sister). Taking advantage of the situation, I put my hands on their heads one by one and pressed harder, waiting for them to choke slightly. I felt an orgasm coming, which I informed my cocksuckers about. Beth quickly decided who and how would receive my ejaculation, so I shot it on Veronica’s breasts, and the other ladies began to thoroughly lick the sperm.

“I think it’s time for the next stage. Kneel down and bend over towards me girls. Ralph, spit on their assholes, we don’t want anyone to get hurt,” said Elizabeth.

I approached them and started licking their cocoa eyes, sinking a wet finger slightly inside them.

“That’s enough,” Betty said, “Point my heels at their assholes.”

I lifted one of our “domina’s” shoes and pointed its heel at Anette’s ass. I slowly started to push it inside, accompanied by her moans, but Beth didn’t want to wait any longer. She quickly straightened her leg, thus inserting the entire 12 cm heel into her ass. Anette screamed in pain and clenched her fists on the blanket. When she turned to me to watch what was happening to her daughter, I noticed that her make-up was slightly smudged from a few tears. As for Veronica, the situation was similar, but now Beth was more careful.

“Now. Move. They’re not in your asses to stand still,” Beth said sharply. “Come here, boy. We have to rouse our friend for further fun. Kneel over me, straddling me. And don’t forget to fondle my holes.”

I knelt down as she asked, placing my cock right under her lips. I started playing with her clit with my hand. After a short while, I put a finger in her cunt. Then another one and another. Soon she had all 5 fingers inside her cunt, which was terribly wet and hot. At the same time, I felt her skilled mouth on my freely falling cock. Her tongue ran over it in all directions, hitting sensitive points. I felt my penis rise and grow in her mouth, and after a moment it filled it completely.

“Now, asshole,” she panted, and a stream of juices gushed from her pussy again, flooding the sheets.

I turned around to have better access to her ass. I saw Veronica kissing with Anette, massaging each other’s pussies. They had long since forgotten şirinevler escort about the pain and were eagerly impaling themselves on Elizabeth’s heels. So I started licking her hole and after a while I put 3 fingers in it and started to spread it. Suddenly I felt pain in my penis, so Beth squeezed it tightly in her hand. I quickly turned around to see what was going on. She stood up and looked down at the three of us.

“I can’t hold it in any longer,” she said, “Time for stage three. Anette, Veronica, put your open mouths over my pussy. And don’t you dare move away! Otherwise I’ll spill everything.”

So they put themselves out there, and I watched everything from the side but I still felt a slight pain in my crotch, because Betty pressed them with the tip of her shoe. After a few seconds of massaging her pussy, Beth shot into my ladies’ mouths but it wasn’t her pussy juice but urine, regular urine. She stood over them massaging her crotch from which the last drops of golden rain were dripping. Veronica and Anette were kneeling in front of her with their mouths open filled with urine and staring at the “domina”.

“Swallow!”, Beth shouted when she came to herself.

My ladies swallowed the warm liquid and waited in fear for the situation to develop. Elizabeth, on the other hand, got off the bed and returned to it with a cucumber she had brought earlier.

“Put it in, each of you has one end and fuck like that until I finish with Ralphy,” she ordered.

Anette quickly put one end in her daughter’s cunt and directed the other at her own. After 2 minutes, moans could already be heard as if they had forgotten about the situation that had just happened.

“Okay boy, now we’re going to have some fun. Put it in my ass. Don’t spare that hole, because it’s rarely used in my house anyway.”

After these words she lay on her back next to my girls, who I think were just having an orgasm, and spread her legs. I lifted them and put them on my shoulders. I licked my member and in one, decisive move impaled myself on her cocoa eye, ignoring her screams, kicks, and the slight resistance put up by her hole. I fucked her hard, squeezing her big breasts, which were heaving in rhythm with the blows.

When I leaned over her to kiss her on the mouth, she said, “Piss inside me and don’t pull your dick out until you cum later.”

It didn’t take long before I shot my urine in her cave. And the amount was impressive. The rest, which didn’t manage to stay in her ass, flowed out onto the bedding. Now, while fucking our blackmailer, the sloshing of urine in her hole could be heard. Elizabeth screamed with pain mixed with the feeling of long-unattained fulfillment of her most secret perverse desires. After about 5 minutes of my work on working her ass, I felt on my penis how her pussy was shivering and narrowing. Beth had her 3rd orgasm, which also affected me. I shot straight into her ass and finally I could stick my cock out of her cave. She quickly put a glass under the hole, which used to contain champagne and now was filled with a mixture of my sperm and urine. After the job was done, I lay down between Veronica and her mother, who as I later found out had cum twice and had to rest, and in the meantime watched me with admiration as I fucked that old whore. Lying there, we watched Betty, who had put the glass with its contents on the table next to the armchair and now began to get dressed.

When she finished, she said, “You did well, my dears. What happened here will remain our secret.”

After these words, she took the glass with a mixture of my sperm and urine, drank the contents at once, licked her lips with a smile and left the room. After 3 minutes we heard the front door closing.

“Fuck,” I said, out of breath.

“That old woman is fucked in the head,” said Anette.

“Mommy. It wasn’t so bad after all. I even liked it a little,” stated Veronica.

“Okay. Let’s leave it for today,” replied Anette. “Go take a shower, I have to change the sheets.”

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Giving up would imply that I had a choice in the matter, but it was very clear in the beginning that I wasn’t given one. I was already tied down, on my back, and surrounded by excited men that had one thing on their mind, their own pleasure. I was still clothed in the outfit my wife had bought for me that she called “sexy”, though I suppose she was right in the end because I had walked into the lion’s den in something that screamed “Rape Me!”..

I absolutely had lost the bet on purpose, thinking it would be fun for her to dress me up and send me into a bar to see what happened. Though, now that I was past the point of no return and I could see exactly what was going to happen, I started to regret the decision as I may have found my limit.

One man stepped towards my head and knelt down, his cock touching my lips in an attempt to make me open up. I hesitated for a moment and his hand made its way to my nose without any hesitation, closing it and forcing my mouth open.. This was his moment and my mouth was filled with the taste and aroma of sweaty man meat. The smell was almost too much to handle, but it didn’t matter to him because he assumed I was here to do exactly this.

I tried to pull away, but he was in control of the situation, not me, and he made it perfectly clear when he buried his cock in my throat and held my head between his thighs. His piece had filled my throat and it was causing me to choke, something that only seemed to turn him on further. I tried desperately to push him off me to remove his piece from my throat, but almost immediately my arms were held down, completely restraining me.

In the briefest of moments I saw my life flash before my eyes as I began to panic, but all of a sudden he yanked his cock from my throat with an audible *pop* and I felt air rush into my lungs. I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath while I was surrounded by laughter and mockery. This was a show to them and they were happy to watch me struggle.

The man who had violated my throat just moments before knelt down, his head coming up next to mine. “Try to relax sweetheart, you have a long night ahead of you. I would hate to have to drug you just so we all get a chance.” He was calm, a level I had not expected from a man that has so brutally assaulted my throat only moments before.

The edibles I consumed earlier had not kicked in yet, but I was expecting them to at any moment. I was certainly trying very hard to get into the mindset and not lose sight of the danger I could be in, but it was very real. His words had set in, I was either doing this willingly, or they would take turns raping me, obviously at this point I was begging for the former.

I nodded in response to his words, knowing any disagreement now would result in me having absolutely no control over the situation. “Good girl, now open wide, we are going to do this again and you are going to suck every drop of cum from this cock.” I couldn’t get it out of my head that he had referred to me as a woman twice now. He couldn’t have been that blind, but maybe it was a way of talking dirty to me, afterall my wife had dressed me up in a pair of panties, a bra, and a rather skimpy outfit. Understanding I had to be willing, I took a few deep breaths and then opened my mouth wide, awaiting the vulgar taste of his cock as it invaded my throat once more.

It took a few seconds, as he had to change position, but the smell filled my nostrils again as his erect meat made contact with my lips once more. This time, my tongue met his cock, extending past my lips and making circles around his foul shaft. The taste was mostly gone, replaced ataköy escort by my own, but it still took a bit to get used to the smell, of which I had a feeling would only be the beginning of the scents I would encounter tonight.

I heard a couple cheers from the crowd, seeing that I had openly accepted his cock and soon enough, the stranger pushed his meat into my eager mouth and let me get to work on it.

My hands were still being restrained by the crowd, so I couldn’t touch him or interfere with his thrusts, but I encouraged him by sucking hard and swirling my tongue around his head. This was working and before long I could feel his thrusts get harder and deeper. I couldn’t see past his balls, which slapped against my face aggressively, but I could tell he was moments away from cumming.

My mind turned to mild panic again as I still had never been able to swallow on command, and despite her best efforts, my wife had only gotten me to lick her fingers clean while I gagged and choked down my own cum. I had not swallowed a stranger’s cum like this in over a decade, but here I was, about to have it forced down my throat once more.

He let out a low growl, burying his cock in my throat while it expelled shot after shot of warm cum. I couldn’t taste it and was able to swallow what he had shot into my throat, but as he withdrew he let off a few shots against my tongue which made me gag hard. He didn’t react and continued to unload his spunk into my mouth, filling me with its disgusting flavor, but I had a hard time thinking he cared about me at this point.

Having spent his load, and seeing me gagging and spewing cum and saliva all over my face, he withdrew his from my mouth and let his shaft slide down my face, spreading his seed all over my face like makeup. I coughed and choked up what was left, but no one seemed to pay me any mind as another man stepped up and took his place.

I opened my eyes to see a pair of hairy balls descend upon my face and felt yet another cock touch my cum coated lips. The smell was even worse than the last guy and I immediately gagged, but his insistence by pushing his cock into my mouth showed me just how much my welfare meant to these men.

I did what I could to get used to it and before long I was sucking away like I was enjoying myself. Using my tongue on the tip of his shaft, I could tell this man hadn’t cum in quite some time by how erratic his motions were and how I had barely done anything and he seemed like he was about ready to cum.

The familiar sounds of an orgasm were heard, but this man didn’t want to cum in my mouth, he instead pulled his cock from my mouth and jerked shot after shot onto me. I couldn’t see clearly, but having extended my tongue to caress his cock, I could feel it pulsing over and over, twitching with what I assumed was a huge load of cum all over my clothes. I could feel his spunk touch my bare legs, but nothing else.

Returning to a flaccid state, I opened my mouth to accept his cock to be cleaned. I was filled with a less bothersome flavor, his cum was nowhere near as bad as the first guy, though I still only marginally enjoyed the experience.

Shifting his weight and getting to his feet, he yanked his cock out of my mouth only to be replaced by yet another nasty piece of meat that I would be pleasuring. The night had started great and progressed to me being used as a cum receptacle on a mattress in the back of a bar.

~|~

I had lost count at one point, mostly because my focus had shifted to getting through the night and not keeping track of how many cocks I was sucking. I had avcılar escort no idea how much cum was on me or in me, but I knew at one point they started fucking my ass as well as my mouth. The men who were holding my arms had been replaced with some sort of rope or restraints, so I had no way of stopping them from doing anything they wanted, which they clearly were happy to take advantage of.

My face had become so caked with cum and saliva that I could no longer open my eyes, but the near constant turnover in my mouth meant I had a line waiting. My ass only got the occasional fucking, which was certainly a relief because it hadn’t taken long for me to get over stimulated and become sore. Nearly every guy that fucked me had cum in me, even just to start, so there was plenty of cum for lube.

I was hard at work sucking a nice long piece with shaved balls. The man had gone through the effort to clean himself before feeding me his piece as it did not carry the musk of sweat. This was one of the few that I was enjoying sucking, though I would have probably liked it more if I had been able to do it my way instead of being forced. He pulled out, freeing himself from the warmth of my mouth and unloaded across my body and a few shots into my open mouth, something I had started to enjoy and was somewhat of a treat between some of the more brutal face fuckings.

I heard a voice call out, “Last call, get your drinks or finish up and get out. My cock needs a round with that slut’s mouth so y’all better finish up soon. I vaguely remember the voice of the bartender from earlier in the night, but it was obvious from what he said that I was almost over, I just needed to survive whatever he wanted to do to me.

Another cock entered my mouth, just as nasty smelling as most of them, but at this point it didn’t even bother me anymore. At the same time, I felt a pressure on my ass followed by the feeling of being filled with cock once more. It hurt, it absolutely hurt with every thrust, but I couldn’t stop it and at this point I didn’t think it was worth it.

After what felt like a minute of sucking the cock invading my throat, I heard a grunt and a moan, followed by another, though neither of these were from the cocks penetrating me. I felt cum hit me, on the side of my face, and even on the cock I was sucking. This had been enough for the man in my mouth and he buried his length in my throat and filled my belly with even more nasty cum. Moments later I felt the cock in my fuck hole pick up the pace and his thrusts became hard, from the grunting I could tell he was breeding my hole, like so many before him.

For a moment there I had a reprieve, something I had not had since the first cock had brutally assaulted my throat, but I knew I wasn’t done yet. Hearing the grunts and moans die down, I felt the cock from my ass retract and leave me empty once again, while the one in my throat slowly withdrew, dragging his nasty semen all down my face.

I was alone in my thoughts, though I could feel the cum soaked through my clothes and dripping from my ass. I must have looked like a fucking mess, a truly humiliating sight to behold. I rationalized that my wife would accept that I was in a position where I couldn’t say no, but likely I would still be held responsible for my actions.

The thoughts raced through my mind and if not for the edibles I had consumed earlier, I would have probably put myself into a panic attack, but for now I was okay. At least until I heard the familiar sound of a belt being undone and pants dropping to the floor. This was the last one, this would be the last beylikdüzü escort man I would have to pleasure tonight. After this they will let me up and I can clean up and crawl back to my loving wife and beg for forgiveness.

Just as before, I felt and smelled him before I tasted him. The aroma was nearly overpowering, but just like all of the others, I kept my mouth open and let him do what he wanted. I matched his thrusts with my lips and tongue doing everything I could to get him off as quickly as I could. It didn’t seem to have the same effect on him, though he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself at my expense.

While in my throat, I felt his cock nearly double in size, penetrating deeper than any of the others tonight. I suppose this was the result of getting a sober cock in me, something I couldn’t complain about at this point, so I was trying to just ride it out with each of his thrusts deep into my throat. The first man who had so purposely invaded my throat had not gone as deep as this man was now, with each thrust he stretched my throat and threatened to choke me.

Thankfully, the oral assault was soon to be over as the endowed stranger withdrew his oversized cock and unloaded the biggest load of the night right into my open mouth. I caught most of it, though a lot of it hit my chin and beyond, I quickly swallowed the vile fluid so that it would not linger and cause a choking fit.

Finally, he was spent and the last of his semen had been swallowed. He lowered his rapidly shrinking cock to my lips and I greedily took it into my mouth to suck out every last drop. I was deprived of his meat moments later as he got to his feet. “I sure hope this is what you had in mind when you sent him here.” His voice was obviously not directed at me, but my mind started to spiral as I thought of who he could be talking to.

I could hear someone walking up to where my head was, but I had not heard anything. I assumed the ride was not over yet and I had yet another cock to drain with my mouth. I prepared myself mentally for one more, but through the smell of sweat, sex, and cum there was a familiar scent that I had trouble placing. I felt another body descend to my face and I opened my mouth, expecting to be filled with yet another sexually frustrated man, but instead I felt the breath and voice of my wife. “Now don’t you look like a cum slut?”.

I froze, not sure whether I could say anything at this point since I had no idea how much she had seen, or at this point whether she had been part of the whole thing. I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice was scratchy at best and I could barely enunciate the words to her. “Yes Mistress, I serviced these men to the best of my ability.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say to her, obviously she knew what had been going on, but when did she start watching?

I could hear footsteps as the room cleared out, though whether I was left alone with my wife was something I couldn’t tell. I felt her hand caress my cheek, rubbing the semen around before putting her finger into my mouth, to lick clean just like the other cocks I had serviced. Slowly she withdrew her finger, letting it pop as my lips sucked the foul mixture from her skin. “You have done a good job here tonight, made your mistress some good money. Maybe I need to send you out here again. The boys seemed to like you and Brett said you were more than eager to satisfy his monster, even after such rough treatment.”

Her lips met mine and she kissed me, tasting all of the cum that I had eaten that night in one shot. “Mmmmm, you have certainly had a night. Time to go home slut, I haven’t had my turn with you yet. If you think I am going to go easy on you, you have another thing coming.” With that, she moved around me and slid a rather large plug into my ass effortlessly, unfastened the ropes, and threw me a towel. Playfully, she said, “Clean your face, you look like a whore.”

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In the hall Mistress Angela announced that dinner wasn’t quite ready, but she suggested we play a parlor game until dinner was served. “Could I please ask for 2 volunteers to come up here and face off against each other in a race to the bottom?”

Lina was nudging me and I must have looked terrified. I could see others in the room having similar interactions. Very quickly a woman said “yes, I have a hungry couple here that would love to compete! Tim and Lexi, get up there!” and both got a swift tap on their asses.

A female, this will be interesting. The couple stepped forward. They must have been husband and wife as they were both wearing wedding bands. I could tell they were nervous because of the frightened looks they exchanged.

Angela explained the game. “Thank you so much Layla! Now this game is quite simple. Most residents of the Abbey have been holding their bowel movements for almost 2 days to help with tonight’s celebration. And here we’ll have our lovely Vi and Maz step up to help us. These 2 ladies will serve a putrid dinner to Tim and Lexi. It’s not a game of speed, that would be crass and we’re a bit more refined here at the Abbey,” she said with a smile. “I’d like to see who can provide the best service. Keep it tidy, toilets!”

“Tim and Lexi, would you like to introduce yourselves?”

Lexi stepped forward. She was quite thin, reasonably tall, had a petite face but very attractive. Everyone at this gathering was quite good looking actually and there was a sense of wealth and privilege in the room. It’s strange to think that a gathering of people this depraved could come from the upper echelons of society. I’ll have to ask Lina about that later.

Tim was the same height as Lexi and also thin. They looked like a completely normal, middle-class couple which was the most shocking part. They’re the type you could imagine working in a boring office, certainly not volunteering to eat someone’s shit! Lexi was wearing a demure skirt and floral blouse and Tim was wearing slacks and a button down plaid shirt with a pen sticking out of his breast pocket. He wore glasses and he kept his hair very short, probably because he was starting to go bald.

“Hi, I’m Lexi. This is my husband Tim. This is our first time at the Abbey, and I’m so grateful that Mistress Angela has extended the invite to us.” They were holding hands now. “We’re a little nervous, as you can probably tell. Tim has had this dream for years to come to the Abbey, so here we are!”

Lexi turned and quietly said to her husband “it’s all for you honey, I hope this is what you want.” It was hard to tell if Tim really did want this.

“Well I’m very glad to meet you both,” said Mistress Angela. “Now please lay on your backs and get ready. Ladies, take your positions.”

Maz and Vi stepped up to the front of the hall in front of about fifteen guests. Both toilet slaves awkwardly got down on the floor.

Maz and Vi looked excited and much more experienced. They approached Tim and Lexi. Maz was probably a good 40 lbs heavier than Vi, but both women had great figures. They both wore black leather skirts and collared white shirts, which looked a bit like a uniform. The ladies took off their skirts and set them aside. Mistress Anglea said, “welcome ladies, thanks for joining us in our parlor game. The idea is quite simple, we endeavor to train our toilet slaves to consume quickly, but I think neatness and manners is ultimately the most important. There’s a time and place to get messy, as we all know,” there were chuckles heard around the room, “but it’s important for a toilet to be able to ‘flush’ leaving no trace. After you’re finished, the toilets will be instructed to provide a gentle wipe with their tongue. After that our guests will make a judgment and declare a winner. Sound good ladies?”

“Yes, let’s bayrampaşa escort do it,” said Maz. “Sounds easy, who should I pair up with?” said Vi looking down at both potential toilets with palpable excitement.

Vi said “your choice babe, I’m going to win this thing and I don’t want any excuses!”

“Oh please. Tim, are you game? Do you think you can handle me?” said Maz. Tim nodded, but didn’t say anything. “Tim, speak up! Tell me you want it! There’s no way we can win if you’re not into it.”

Tim cleared his throat, “Y- yes, please. Maz, I would love to be on your team if you would have me?”

“Oof, maybe I’ll go with Lexi?” said Maz.

“No, NO! I can do it. Sorry, I’m just nervous. Maz, please shit in my mouth. We can win this thing!” said Tim.

“That’s better,” said Maz.

“Great. I’ve never had a woman toilet before Lexi, are you up to the task?” said Vi.

“I’m here to support Tim, this is his dream. I’ll do my best, but please, go slow.” said Lexi.

“It’s OK babe. I know how to handle you.” said Vi.

Both women took off their panties and assumed a squat position above their toilets. Mistress Anglea said “Oh, and whichever toilet loses, they will spend the next 24 hours in our communal restroom.” Chatter started among the guests. This didn’t need explaining, and now I think both toilet slaves had plenty of motivation.

“Whenever you’re ready ladies, go ahead,” said Mistress Anglea.

Both Maz and Vi started straining. After having held their shit for 2 days, it wasn’t sliding out quickly. Mistress Angela said “toilets, maybe you need to use your tongues to coax out your dinners? Up to you, it’s just my advice.”

Tim said without looking at Lexi “honey, is that ok if I touch Maz with my tongue?” but Lexi was already deep in Vi’s ass probing her with her tongue. Tim was waiting for a response, and when it didn’t come he looked over and saw his wife. He immediately got to work and realized she was here to win!

Lina said to me quietly “she’s good, but my money is on Tim. He’s clearly hungry for it! How about you, would you like to be in Tim’s place?”

I thought about it for a while before answering. I’m in love with Lina, and if it were Lina squatting over me then the answer would definitely be yes. But if Lina was to stand here and watch, I could only do it if she insisted. I realized then that I’m turned on by whatever happens to please Lina. Mind drifted to what other horrifying acts she could ask me to do? I’ll open that up later…

“If you wanted me to take Tim’s place, I would, but only if you would make you happy.”

“You’re so sweet John. I’m so lucky,” she said.

Mistress Anglea passed each woman a big glass, and they both filled them with their piss. They were then set aside. Not a drop spilled there, so there was no clear leader yet.

Tim could be heard making some noise and he was gripping Maz’s ass tightly. He’s started eating and moving his head around vigorously.

Vi was no longer straining and she was supporting her own weight instead of relying on Lexi to hold her up. This gave Lexi free use of her hands. A turd started to show itself from Vi and Lexi grabbed it gently with her finger tips. She was guiding it towards her mouth and started to bite off chunks. You could see total disgust on her face, but she was chewing quickly and cleanly, and then a swallow. She was repeating this sequence with the occasional retch. If either toilet slave vomits, the competition is definitely over.

The dinner guests start to encourage the teams. “C’mon Lexi, you can do it!” said Georgie. “Tim, she’s beating you, you better hurry up!” said Lina. Another woman I hadn’t yet met said “Be careful, don’t let the turd fall. Keep your shirt clean Lexi!”

These 2 were amazing, such great çapa escort control. Tim started to catch up. He was chewing and swallowing quicker now. He also wasn’t retching like his wife was.

Then disaster occurred for Tim, but he can hardly be blamed. As Maz was pushing she let out a fart in the middle and the end of her turd was soft, and it sprayed over John’s face and on his shirt. He had definitely lost. What a shame. The crowd collectively said “awwww” and then started clapping. “Well done Tim,” and “good effort!” was heard.

Lexi continued and she was almost done. Just a few more bites and she would have it. She swallowed the last bit and then Mistress Anglea looked at her shirt. Not a speck. Amazing! Lexi sat up and was given a pint of Vi’s piss by Mistress Angela. She started to wash down the last remnants of shit from her mouth and then she started to retch. She tried to regain some composure, but she continued to convulse. She brought her hand to her mouth to excuse herself, but she was about to lose control it seemed. She continued to retch and desperately tried to cover her mouth but it was no use. Her eyes went wide and everyone knew what was coming, so they all stood back. She looked at Tim with tears in her eyes, it was all going to come up. Mistress Angela was quite prepared, so she quickly grabbed a large bucket and placed it right in front of Lexi’s face. Up came everything. Lexi had lost.

After she finished vomiting Lexi sat down on the ground, completely out of breath.

“Oh, what a shame. A very good effort by both of you, but unfortunately it’s off to the communal toilet for you. Don’t worry, it’s not so bad down there. I promise Daphne will keep you busy. Time will fly by.”

“Now Tim, despite being covered in Maz’s shit, you are the victor. Congratulations! Here, drink this to wash it all down,” and she handed Tim a big glass of piss. “Your prize is waiting right over here.”

From around the corner a woman rolled a trolley into the hall where there was another woman bound in a position that exposed her ass and vagina directed upwards, ready to be fucked. Her body was tightly restrained within a wooden frame with leather fixtures and rope to securely fasten her legs and arms to the device. She was completely immobile. Her mouth had a ball gag inserted, which Mistress Anglea then removed.

“Everyone, this is our ‘house fuck puppy’. We call her ‘Pup’. How are you doing there Pup?”

“A bit uncomfortable, but looking forward to getting my holes filled!” Everyone laughed. “Who’s going to be fucking me?” she said with some excitement. She was strangely confident and forthright for someone in such a compromising situation. It was evident in her tightly compacted position that she was a plump girl, with extra large breasts that spilled out the sides of the contraption.

“Tim, come on over and meet Pup,” said Mistress Angela.

“Hey big guy. Sorry, I can’t shake your hand. You look a bit messy there, what happened?” said Pup.

“Oh, Maz did this,” Tim said with some embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen and had worse! Ready to get inside me? Don’t be shy, pick whichever hole you like first!”

Tim looked at Lexi and she looked very sad. “I’m sorry, I really can’t! I love my wife and could never forgive myself. You are so beautiful and I would be very lucky, but I just can’t.”

Lexi held back tears and began to smile. It was clear she had a deep love for her husband.

This didn’t phase Mistress Angela. She’s been doing this for a long time and has seen everything. “It’s OK Tim, but you’ll have to make a choice. I promised Pup here she would get a good, public fucking. If you can’t do it, I understand, but if you won’t then I suggest you should join your wife in the communal toilet. Hey, maybe that’s fındıkzade escort what you want? That would certainly take some of the pressure off her, she’d have to consume a bit less if you were there.”

“Yes, I understand. Perhaps I could take her place instead? She’s done so well, Mistress Angela!!”

“You clearly love her, Tim, and that’s beautiful. But no, sorry, she lost and it wouldn’t be right. But this isn’t a prison. You’re free to leave if you want. Layla, did you want to add anything?”

Layla, the dominant woman that volunteered the couple, stepped forward. “It’s up to them. I agree with you Ange, it seems only fair, but as you said, they’re free to go if this is too much. Either way, I’ll be staying, and there’s so much more fun to be had.”

“It’s been my dream to come here, and thank you so much for having me, but I can’t decide, it’s up to Lexi,” said Tim.

Now all the pressure is on Lexi and there’s no one else to help her with this decision. “No,” she said quietly, hanging her head, “I’ll go. It’s only 24 hours.”

“Good for you sweetie, and keep that chin up!” said Mistress Anglea. “Now is there anyone here that can service our little Pup here? John, how about you? I told you I would make it up to you, get your fine ass over here! That OK with you Lina darling?”

“Yes, of course, I’d love to see what this man can do!” and with that exclamation I was volunteered. I felt a bit sad that Lina was so willing to allow me have sex with another woman. Anyway, this will give me a chance to get out of my cock cage, and I would do pretty much anything for a chance to be free.

Lina told me to undress, which I did. Everyone was staring, but I blocked them out. The sting of humiliation was starting to dull; I could barely feel it anymore. Lina then unlocked my cock and whispered in my ear “I’m going to imagine you fucking me while you’re up there. Make all the other women in here jealous of me!” That didn’t really make sense since we weren’t having sex and I’m sure she knows she could fuck me whenever she likes, but maybe she’s leaving this door open for the future?

Once she unlocked my cock, it sprang to life. I stepped up to Pup and she gave me a nice sideways smile. “Oh, you look nice! Which hole first mister?” she said in a sexy voice.

“We can just have regular sex if you would prefer?” said Pup.

“Are you kidding, I love it in the ass. Let’s start there! But before you do, you’re going to need to grease it up a bit,” Pup said.

I bent down and started to lick and suck on her asshole. Then she let out a huge fart, and everyone laughed. It will take more than that to embarrass me these days, so I continued. Then I lined up her asshole and in it went. She moaned immediately. I grabbed her hips through the framework of the device holding her in place. I rocked her back and forth and the wheels on the trolley were shifting as we fucked. It was weird, but hot!

I then shifted to her pussy and she started moaning louder. I continued and she got louder and louder. This girl wanted it bad! Finally she came and started shaking all over her body against her restraints. Everyone cheered and I felt great, but I hadn’t yet cum! The Mistress Anglea said “John, why don’t you finish up on Lexi’s face. She looks hungry now that she has nothing left in her tummy!”

I looked at Tim and he seemed a bit annoyed, and Lexi looked at me shyly. I walked over to Lexi and she said “It’s OK. Tim has seen this done many times before. He actually likes it.”

Lexi started sucking my dick and Tim sat quietly, watching intently. It only took about 15 seconds and then I exploded all over her face and hair. It was everywhere. She smiled and the room celebrated my climax with me by offering some polite applause.

Then Mistress Angela said “right, well that was a lot of fun. Trudy darling,” referring to the large women that wheeled in Pup, “could you take Pup, Tim and Lexi to the showers, and show them to their quarters in the communal toilets? Thank you so much and I hope you have a good time guys. And now guests, please follow me to the dining room.”

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Hiram had just spent his load in Rita’s pussy and he knew there was no going back now. “For better or worse…” he thought. Kirk and Miriam acted closer than ever so there didn’t seem to be a lot of downside to all of this, right?

His arms collapsed and he gently rolled away from her, pulling her with him until she was straddled over him, his dick still inside her, and her head resting on his chest.

As she laid there panting and feeling the involuntary twitches of his member deep inside her Rita wondered why she still felt electrified, so overwhelmed with emotions, and a deep ache in her most secret places? True, Hiram had just ridden her like one of the bulls she had seen so many times at the rodeo and she should have felt like he had used her pussy as a punching bag, but it didn’t feel that way at all. It felt live a living thing between her legs. It had a longing and need that she couldn’t get rid of. And not just her pussy felt a need to be filled.

With Hiram’s throbbing knob deep inside her, that space was momentarily occupied. Her ass, or more specifically her tender, quivering ass-hole, seemed to sense his engorged invader through the thin walls of her vagina and throbbed in need. It was a tiny ring of want that sent shivers along her spine each time she flexed her butt cheeks or felt them spread in anticipation as she wiggled it in the air. She and Hiram had never tried anal but with this emptiness and need creeping over her she made up her mind to investigate that option VERY soon.

The sensations in her vagina and ass were one thing. Her breasts on the other hand were the most pressing and troubling at the moment, and she could not focus her mind on anything else for very long. Her breasts got sore around her time of the month but this feeling she hadn’t experienced since she had breastfed her children. A deep ache in the breasts themselves and a sharper throb in her nipples were all too real. In fact as she thought back to her children suckling at her breasts a phantom feeling of “let down” swept across them and was gone just as quickly. “What the hell?” she thought. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear my breasts are full of milk! But that’s ridiculous. I haven’t lactated in well over two decades and now…at my age?” She almost laughed and lay with a smile on her face against Hiram’s chest.

However, the longer she lay there, the ache in her breasts worsened. They felt hot, and ridiculously full. Even more full and engorged than she could remember feeling in all the years of feeding their babies. With a start she pushed herself up and sat looking down at her heaving, swaying breasts. She clearly saw blue veins standing out against the creamy white of her skin and her nipples were literally twitching in time with her heartbeat. They were excruciatingly hard, and she watched in fascination and horror as twin drops of milky fluid started to bead up on the tip of each one. Her breath came in ragged hitches as she watched them grow into pearled perfection before gaining enough weight to drop softly onto Hiram’s face. One landed on his cheek while another dropped into his parted lips and his eyes shot open in surprise!

Without saying a word he licked his lips, tasting the sweetness against his palette, and smiled up at Rita who looked like she had seen a ghost. Her eyes bulged and she was panting in astonishment. “I’m scared bahçeşehir escort Hiram. What’s happening to me?” He slowly sat up in bed with Rita still impaled on his cock. It had been softening, but at the sight of those enormous dripping breasts staring him in the face it sprang back to attention in a heartbeat. He drew her into an embrace and gently whispered, “It’s ok. I’m right here. What can I do to make it better?”

“I don’t know!” with tears in her eyes she broke their embrace and placed his hands around her breasts. “Feel them! They’re massive! They’re huge! They feel like they’re on fire! AND I’m leaking milk, which wasn’t one of the side effects they mentioned! Oooh! Hiram, squeeze them. Massage them. Do SOMETHING! I’m going crazy here.”

Hiram grasped her milk filled breasts and began massaging them roughly, squeezing and kneading them with his strong hands. They felt warm to the touch and were so engorged with milk that only a slow trickle of drops cascaded from her red flared nipples. He did his best and worked diligently for over 10 minutes to express the build up of pressure he could see in her bosom. The blue veins across her chest now stood out prominently and lightly throbbed just under her skin. The slow trickle of milk had dryed up to almost nothing at this point and Hiram realized she was simply too engorged, her milk ducts too full to express anything.

“Hiram! You’re a milk man! You raise and milk cows, so milk ME Hiram! I’m in real pain here.” Rita sobbed in frustration.

“I don’t know what to do sweetheart.” Hiram said. “It’s just too much. I can’t massage it out. It’s just not coming out. it’s too much pressure.”

Rita wailed, “Then suck it out! I don’t care what you have to do, but do something! The kids aren’t here any more to do the job so it’s your turn!”, and with those words she grabbed a breast and forced a dripping nipple between his lips!

“Suck! Get it in your mouth and suck me dry! You’ll figure it out in a few minutes. I just need you to empty me Hiram. Keep trying honey.”

Hiram was shocked! The sensation of Rita’s nipple and breast forced into his waiting mouth was intoxicating and the first time he tried to suck her breast he got only a taste of her thin watery milk in his mouth. It was sweeter than he had expected and he loved it! When Rita had been breastfeeding each of their children he had been fascinated by the process and loved watching Rita carress and hold them to her breasts but had never had the courage to ask to taste it himself and certainly not straight from the tap, so to speak! Yet, here he was, Rita presenting herself to him on a silver platter to taste the nectar of the gods. He didn’t feel like he was getting anywhere with his sucking and the weak stream of milk didn’t seem to be helping Rita as she continued to pant and moan throughout his suckling.

He tried to think back to the times when Rita had been having trouble getting one of the newborns to nurse properly…what was the word? Latch! Yeah, she would complain that they wouldn’t latch correctly, that they had to learn to get more of the breast into their mouth and press the nipple against their tongue and the roof of their mouth to get more milk. It was worth a try, right? So Hiram opened his mouth wider and drew Rita’s breast deeper than he had before and clamped everything esenyurt escort between his lips. Her entire aereola, nipple, and a large part of her breast was now in his mouth and he started massaging and pressing it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Almost immediately Rita let out a loud satisfying sigh and he felt a strong rush of milk fill his mouth and the back of his throat.

“Oh yes darling! There. That’s it. Now you’ve got the hang of it.”

He swallowed it with a gulp and went back to opening and closing his mouth around her breast, massaging and pressing stream after stream into his waiting maw. He kept at it for the next few minutes and Rita slowly mewled and ground her pussy into his rock hard manhood. Hiram could feel her other breast leaking milk down his chest as he drank. He reached up and massaged it, lightly drawing the milk to the nipple and squeezing and tweaking it leisurely, keeping it primed and ready when Rita decided she wanted him to change positions. This was her show and he was here to perform for her however she wanted him to. Soon he could feel her breast softening between his lips. It wasn’t a great amount but it was hopefully enough to keep Rita happy and comfortable. He stopped and pulled her right breast from his mouth with an audible pop.

“Do you want me to suckle your other breast, dear?”

Without opening her eyes or slowing the motion of her hips rising and falling gently on his cock, Rita lifted her remaining breast to his mouth. “If you don’t, we’ll both regret it. The first one’s not empty, but it’s a start. I don’t know what to do Hiram, but yes, finish the job and then we can talk.”

Hiram got to work and took the breast Rita was offering and doubled his efforts to drain it with a renewed vigor. Knead, suck, press with the tongue, swallow, repeat. Massage the breast towards the nipple, drain the ducts, tongue, suck, pressure, milk, swallow.

As he continued to fall into a rhythm with his mouth, he felt Rita match his actions with her hips. As he massaged her tit, she would raise her hips slowly along his shaft and then as he suckled and drew her milk into his mouth she would fall into his lap, impaling herself to his balls as he swallowed her gift and the cycle began again. Suck, fuck, swallow, moan, suck, fuck, swallow, oooooh, suck, fuck, swallow, Oohhhhh, suck, fuck, swallow, “harder…” suck, fuck, swallow, “Harder Hiram!” suck(harder)fuck(faster)swallow(hmmmm!)”FUUUUCK!”

Rita tensed and a huge gush of milk filled his mouth as she orgasmed. She bucked and gyrated against his cock and he lost his grip on her breast, it swayed back and forth spraying him with warm milk against his chest.

When Rita’s orgasm subsided and she had regained some control over herself she looked into Hiram’s face with tears drying against her cheeks.

“Thank you Hiram.” she whispered and gently kissed him. “I don’t know what comes next but I just feel so overwhelmed and I appreciate how much you’ve done this morning for me. I’m sorry if I’m acting crazy or made this uncomfortable. I love you. I’m still sore and I want to call the doctor, but I also feel like I’m starving. Maybe we should get dressed and I can make us some breakfast?”

“Whatever you want sweetie, but don’t get dressed on my account. If you’re as sore as you say you are, just grab your robe halkalı escort and to hell with getting dressed. Who’s going to see you anyways? I’ve got to get out to the barn to milk the heifers but I’ll be back in as soon as I can. Take a quick shower and ring the bell to let me know when breakfast’s ready.” and with that Hiram got out of bed and started throwing on his clothes.

He decided to take his own advice and only put on what was absolutely necessary. It was Saturday after all and no one would see him out here on their secluded little piece of heavenly farm land. Slipping on a pair of socks he grabbed an old pair of overalls and pulled them over his naked hips, slipping the straps over his shoulders, snapping them in place. The feeling of rough denim against his cock kept it at a permanent semi hard-on and his balls felt good slapping against his thighs as he walked out of the bedroom.

He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, but grabbed his favorite baseball hat from the peg by the back door. He put on his work boots and headed to the barn. It was a beautiful day, he had just had one of the best morning fuck sessions in he didn’t know how many years, and this was just day one! He unlocked the doors to the barn and heard the insistent mooing of his herd in their stalls, impatiently waiting for him to come and hook them up to their milking machines and relieve the tension on their milky udders. Hiram walked to the storage closet at the end of the barn and started up the machines with a loud hum and the fan engines overhead started up as well, drowning out some of the sounds of his herd.

He started walking along the line of stalls, entering the first one and inspecting the heifer’s udders and teats for any visible health issues before soaping them liberally with disinfectant and applying a lubricant to each teat that allowed for better grip and suction before attaching the milking machine’s metal suction cups to each one. A prolonged “moooooo” sounded from the cow and he watched as the rubber hoses running from the steel tubes to the collection tank flattened and expanded with each suction cycle, pulling and extracting the milk so efficiently.

He could see the white liquid flowing through the tubes in frothy goodness before splashing into the large glass containment tank at the front of the stall. Hiram didn’t notice that he stood for a good minute or two watching the milk’s journey, lost in thought, licking his lips. After a while he shook his head, clearing his thoughts and continued down the line of stalls, completing the same steps over and over as he had done a thousand times before.

When he got to the fourth heifer he stopped as he knelt by the heavy bag between her back legs. He slid his hand over the tight, warm cow flesh and looked at the thick veins running their courses along her udders. It reminded him of Rita’s breasts this morning and his prick started swelling in his overalls. He had loved drinking her milk and fucking her at the same time. It was a primal urge, a primitive desire to not only be buried in her wetness, as close to her as he could be, literally deep inside her, but at the same time drinking her essence from her breasts. Twenty minutes later when he got to the end of the barn and was still thinking about Rita’s breasts spraying their milk down his throat, his cock was painfully hard and rubbing against his overalls with each step he took. It tented them like a lewd beacon of arousal to anyone that might wander in. It would take a good hour for the cows to be milked dry and ready to be let out to the pasture so he locked the barn again and started heading back to the house, his rigid prick leading the way.

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