Micro Pt. 02

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• Mike •

It’s only been a few days since my encounter with Kelly. But ever since it happened, it’s all I can think about.

I sleep in nothing but my underwear and this morning I woke up with a small but rigid tent in my boxer briefs. Typically, I’d scroll through porn videos, find one that interests me and rub one out before school. This morning, however, my little head is eager for nothing but Kelly.

Instead of pornhub, I log into Facebook on the desktop computer in my room. With a few clicks I’m on her profile scrolling through her photo albums. I find one labeled “Summer ’09” and open it. Kelly was younger and slightly thinner in the pictures. Her skin was tan and her bikinis were small. She and some friends vacationed in Hawaii and evidently never wore more than bikinis the whole time. Occasionally they covered their bikini bottoms with board shorts or daisy duke style cut off jeans but I didn’t mind that one bit.

I was clicking through the photos one at a time in search of the right one to blow my load.

It took a second to download and then popped up on my screen all at once making me clench my cock, lick my lips and lean for in my chair.

My lust filled eyes began to rake over the photo.

She was laying on a towel in the sand and must have been holding her phone up just beneath her chin. Her body was shimmering in tanning oil and small beads of sweat. Her tits were large and round, though perhaps a bit firmer in her early twenties. Gravity wanted to make them hang slightly towards her sides but a black bikini held them up creating a delicious bulge. A hot pink string was taught holding the weight of her mounds in tension. Her stomach was slender and relaxed with a small orange belly button ring at the center. The bikini bottoms were stretched tight around her hips. Kelly’s legs were toned, the left one bent at the knee and the right one extending on the towel towards the ocean. Her red toenail polish contrasted the blue of the water and at this point my mouth was hanging open.

I shimmied out of my underwear and kicked them to the side. The fabric of my desk chair held my ass and lightly brushed against my balls. I began to stroke my little cock for Kelly circa 2009 but then stopped before giving her my load. I needed to see her face. Thankfully, the next picture was exactly what I needed.

This time Kelly stood in front of the bathroom mirror. In a white bikini with pink flowers on it, her titties hung proudly on display. She leaned on her left hand placed upon the countertop. Holding her phone up in her right hand, she snapped a picture with an expression on her face that was basically demanding me to cum.

About to shoot my load I realized I didn’t grab a tissue or anything to catch my mess. Beyond the point of no return I stood fully naked at my desk figuring I could wipe the desktop clean when I was through. I looked into her eyes as the cum burst from the tip of my cock. Before it hit the desk I heard her voice. “Mike let’s go! We’re running late!”

Thankfully she remained on the other side of the door while I finished. I rushed to clean up my mess, get ready and out the door as quickly as I could.

• Kelly •

Mike seemed a little frazzled when I dropped him off this morning. Then again, he’s been a little jumpy ever since our fateful encounter.

I still can’t believe that happened, but oddly enough I’m glad that it did.

After lunch I decided to get a few things done around the house. I started with the floors because I like to be able to walk around barefoot without things sticking to my feet. Then I thought I’d get caught up on laundry. No matter how many times I tell Mike to do his clothes he never does. So it was no surprise to walk into his room and find an overflowing hamper.

I packed his clothes down into the basket to make room for the laundry scattered around the floor. A shirt, a pair of jeans, a scrunched up pair of underwear by his desk. I couldn’t help but notice a smeared bit of precum dried up on the crotch. Upon further inspection I noticed a knocked over box of tissues and a few of them scrunched up in the trash can. I curiously picked one up out of the trash and sure enough, my little buddy came all over them.

I laughed and tossed it back. But then I got a little carried away. Had he been watching sph porn again? Mischievously I woke up the desktop computer.

“That little fucker!” I said out loud when the screen woke up. It was a picture of me in a little white bikini back in the day. I bit my lower lip. Knowing that Mike chose this to make him cum, sort of got my engine revved up.

I grabbed the cum covered tissue out of the trash and pinched it next to the precum covered boxers. Holding the pair up next to the picture of me on his desktop, I snapped a picture with my phone.

• Mike •

My phone vibrated and I closed my locker in the hallway. It was Kelly.

“Hey Micro… care to explain??” My heart stopped and my soft dick twitched.

I was about to reply when a şerifali escort picture came through. “Fuck!” I said out loud causing a few people to look at me.

Not knowing what to say I decided to keep it simple. “Fuck” I typed back. I had a raging boner by the time I hit send.

My heart raced when I saw those three little dots that mean she’s typing. The next message popped up.

“No worries little buddy, I’m glad you had fun!”

I sighed with relief before the next message came through. “I suppose it’s time to play again. See you this evening!” She included a shrimp emoji and a wink face and I did my best to hide my erection as I walked to class.

—

When I arrived at home I found a note taped to the front door. “Micro, use the back door!”

A little confused, I walked around the house to the back door where I found a second note. “You gawked at me, now I want to look at you! Couldn’t have you moon the neighbors though… that’s why you’re back here. Remove your clothes, knock on the door and put your hands behind your back.”

I tried the handle and it was locked. Then I heard her voice. “Do it Micro!”

I glanced at the ring camera on the door and realized she was watching. “Okay, okay!” I said shaking my head. After removing all my clothes I knocked on the door, clasped my hands behind my back and waited for whatever the fuck was coming next.

Slowly the door opened. She leaned on the door jam, looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“Hello Mike” she said flirtatiously. Her eyes ran down my body until they fixed upon my cock. Squatting down so that her face was only inches from my dick she playfully waved with two fingers saying “Hi little buddy!” As of talking to a toddler.

Standing up to look me in the eye once more she said, “I meant to say, hello Micro.”

She bit her lower lip holding it down while she smiled. She looked down at my cock before leaning close to whisper in my ear, “Looks like someone is happy to see me!”

Between her whisper in my ear and the breeze on my naked ass, goosebumps covered my body. Kelly noticed and smirked in satisfaction.

Stepping back she instructed me to kneel.

“What?” I said caught off guard. “I mean it Micro, get on your knees!” She said firmly.

I did as told, kneeling on the doormat. Kelly moved closer so I had to crank my head upwards to look her in the eye.

She looked down on me with authority and prowess. She was wearing yoga pants and a hot pink form fitting t-shirt. I stared at the C cups holding her breasts up underneath her shirt and she quickly chirped “Eyes up here!”

“What were you doing this morning Micro?”

I began to stutter, “Um. Uh…”

“Articulate it Micro. In detail.” Kelly said.

I forced the words out in obedience. “I was jerking off to your Facebook photos.”

“More than one?”

“Yes. I scrolled through several and almost came to the one in the black bikini.”

“Why didn’t you cum?”

“Because I wanted a picture with your face when I came.” I started to look away but she held my chin so that I looked directly up at her.

“And where were you looking when you blew your load? My tits? My bikini bottoms?”

“I was looking into your eyes.” I said firmly.

“Like this?” She said maintaining eye contact.

“Like this.” I affirmed looking into her fierce green eyes. Her lips formed a smile.

“Did your little dick get hard when I messaged you earlier?”

“Yes I had to tuck it into my waistband at school.”

She giggled and asked, “how does that work with such a little guy? Do you have to lower your waistband a little cause your cock can’t reach it otherwise?” Shocked at her insight I nodded yes. Most guys dicks almost make it to there belly button.” She scoffed. “Does it turn you on to be on your knees for me Micro?”

“You know it does, Kelly.”

“Well I think I’ll keep you on your knees for a bit then. But right now get up and wait for me in the living room. Kneel down, hands behind your back in front of the couch until I say otherwise. Yes ma’am?”

“Yes ma’am.” I replied.

—

Astonished that this was happening in real life, I kneeled completely naked in front of the couch. The carpet felt much better on my knees than the doormat but they were becoming a little sore. A few minutes went by before I heard Kelly’s footsteps. I turned towards the hallway and forgot all about my sore knees when I saw her.

With long confident strides Kelly walked towards me in nothing but a black bra and matching black g-string. Her feet were bare and toenails were painted white.

My eyes fixated on her bouncing tits as they jiggled each time she placed one foot in front of the other. She’s matured since the summer of 2009. Her body’s still perfectly fit, but has become voluptuous and womanly.

Stopping only inches from my face she looked down on me and smiled. My mouth hung open and I couldn’t decide where to look. seyhan escort I wanted to soak in every attribute of her body all at once.

“Do you like it in person?” She asked lifting her chin though still looking down at me with her eyes. “Yes, very much!” I said panting like a dog.

“You can look, Micro. But you can’t touch.” She said seductively. “On rare occasions I might make small exceptions. But the privilege of freely groping a woman is reserved for men with big strong cocks. Guys with teensy weenies like you are to be kept on a very short leash. It’s only appropriate for their short little dicks. That’s why your hands are behind your back, understand?”

I nodded yes. Slowly she leaned forward so that her big tits were close enough to lick. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed. “Do you want to touch these, Micro?”

“Yes!” I panted.

“Are you going to try and touch them without permission baby dick?” She asked with an evil grin.

One of her tits bumped my nose as she shook them in my face. “No, ma’am.” I said as if in a trance.

“How come Micro?”

“Because my dick is too small.”

“Very good Micro!” She said with puckered lips.

“That’s the rule.”

Slowly she turned around so that her juicy ass was in my face. Reaching back she bounced it up and down using her hands. “How about my booty, Micro? Do you like my ass honey?”

“Yes ma’am!” I said with eyes wide as saucers.

“Are you just trying to suck up to me mister? Are you just trying to kiss my ass?” Kelly taunted.

“No, ma’am. I really like it. Look how hard I am.”

“I believe you honey. But I do expect you to kiss my ass! You are going to be wrapped around my little finger because you have a little dick the same size!” She held her pinky finger between my face and her round butt cheeks.

“Yes ma’am” I panted. “I’ll do anything you say, I promise.”

Still facing away from me, she leaned forward just a little and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks apart. The floss like g-string barely covered her. It was small enough for me to see the slightly darker skin around her sweet little asshole.

“Holy shit!” I muttered under my breath before licking my lips. This made her giggle just a bit.

“What’s the rule, Micro?”

“I can look but I can’t touch.” I replied.

“Yes, Micro. That’s the rule. This…” she grabbed my hair in her fist and slowly pulled my face toward her ass. “…is the exception.” She brought my lips all the way up to her butt. However, she stopped so the final act would be one of obedience to her command.

“Kiss. My. Butt.”

She spoke decisively in a clear authoritative tone. I’d never been more turned on by anything in my life. I thought I might blow my load and I desperately wanted to eat her ass. But obediently, I pressed my lips firmly against her butt cheek.

Aggressively, she pulled my head back. “Good boy!” She said as I licked my lips like a starving man.

“Once more, Micro. Kiss my ass!” She laughed as I gave her another peck on the cheek.

She turned around, sat on the couch and crossed her legs. “You’re little dick is so cute!” She teased. “And you’re poor little thingy must be dying to cum, am I right?”

I nodded yes.

“Alright little buddy.” She teased. “I’m going to count down from ten. You are allowed to start stroking when I say ten. Then you’ll need to pace yourself as I make my way down to one. Be careful! Because I may occasionally pause and you better not spurt before I get to one. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am” I said eagerly.

“I want you to cum precisely when I say one. So I give you my word that once I get down to two, I’ll say one right away after that. When I say two, I want you to let it build to the point of no return so that it will release right when you hear the final number. Are you ready?”

“Yes ma’am” I said. “Yes, Ms. Kelly.” She corrected. “Yes, Ms. Kelly!”

She stood to her feet. With a loving smile she looked me in the eyes. My tiny dick throbbed as I knelt before such a beautiful goddess. With a wicked smirk she looked at my cock. Her eyes became focused on it. She was taking aim. Without even bending down she slowly let spit fall from her lips. With a splat, her saliva covered my little erection. The sensation was electric. It was erotic to have her moisture on my cock.

“Ten. Nine…” her voice snapped me out of my daze. My shoulders ached as I brought my hand from behind my back to eagerly stroke my dick. It was good that I didn’t start stroking until eight. Because I almost blew it by the time she got to five. “STOP!” She said sternly. I was expecting to hear the number four but she could tell I was going to cum.

“You almost lost control you little bitch!” She smiled playfully and it felt good to be put in my place. I chuckled and raised my hands in the air like an officer told me to put my hands up.

“What?” Kelly said quizzically.

“How did you know I had something to say?” I asked side escort as I regained my composure. “I know you really well, little buddy.” She playfully responded.

“I just wanted to say thank you. I really like it when you do this. I liked when you called me a little bitch.” Kelly smiled lovingly. “Well do you think you can make it to one you little bitch?”

“Yes, miss Kelly.”

She spit on my dick once more and began to count. “Then, 5. 4. 3……” thankfully, I remembered her instructions not to jump the gun before two. Patiently, I stroked just slowly enough to hold my load. After several seconds that seemed like glorious, torturous hours she continued. “2…” at the sound of two I let it build and just like she promised she released my balls with a pronounced “ONE! Cum for me Micro, yes!”

I shot my load all over the floor.

“Mmhm yes! Did that feel good honey?”

“Yes it did! Thank you! I said exhausted and satisfied.

“Good!” She exclaimed. “Stand up! Your legs must be killing you!” She laughed as I rose to my feet. “You still good? I’m well aware of the whole ‘post-nut clarity’ thing so I just wanna’ check in.” She said with her hand on my chest.

“Thanks, Kelly. I’m more than good!” I smiled and she gave me a naughty look. “Good!” Her eyes drifting down to my cock. Even though I came it was still completely hard. “Oh to be a 18.” She teased. I looked at it with her and noticed one last bit of cum dangling from the tip.

“Listen.” She said making eye contact. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this… but I need to go masturbate!” She chuckled but I could tell she was serious.

My heart raced as she spoke.

“I’m sure you’d like to watch. So I tell you what… beat me to my room, stand in my closet and crack the door to watch. Don’t make sound. You’re not allowed to jerk off in there, and you better never tell a soul! Got it?”

Before I could answer, she swiped the cum off the tip of my dick and licked it off her fingers!

She swallowed it down and started walking toward her room.

Dumbfounded I stood there naked, stupidly staring at her ass sway as she walked.

“I said beat me there, Micro!”

My little dick bounced as I sprinted past her perfect body, got into her closet, and cracked the sliding door to view her bed.

She didn’t dim the lights. And like a good little bitch I resisted the urge to stroke my cock when she climbed into bed. She knew I was watching but didn’t acknowledge my presence.

However, she laid at the necessary angle I needed to be able to see between her legs.

Her dark hair was in a ponytail, one strand fell beside her cheek. Her breasts were accentuated by the lacey black bra that cradled them and her toes curled just a bit when she spread her legs out wide and began to rub the small fabric that covered her clit.

A simple metallic belly button ring replaced the orange one from the Facebook picture and it caught my eye as her back arched in pleasure.

She didn’t cum, but she seemed to be getting close.

Kelly closed her legs and hooked her g-string with both thumbs. Lifting both legs together in the air, she removed her floss-like underwear. Because her legs were closed I couldn’t quite see her pussy. But her bare ass and legs took my breathe away from this angle.

She paused to make me wait for it. Without a word, she communicated how lucky I was to lay my eyes upon her sex. Guys as small as me have no business in the presence of such a holy grail.

Then slowly, she spread her legs wide open to reveal a perfectly waxed, smooth little pussy. Her womanly lips glistened with arousal and my little dick twitched at the sight.

She sensually reached for it.

Those were the first female fingers to touch my naked body when she grazed my dick. Now the same fingers thrust in and out of her wet little pussy. As if she could read my mind, she sucked them into her mouth just like she did a few moments earlier with my cum.

I wondered what she tastes like. Without even thinking about it I swiped a drop of precum from my tip and sucked it into my mouth.

When Kelly’s hand went back down, it headed straight for her clit. She worked it faster and faster until her body began to shake. She threw her head back into her pillow and her soft hums turned into loud, high pitched raspy moans.

I’d never been more captivated than I was in this moment. Kelly’s climax was the highlight of my life up to this point.

She squeezed her legs together and allowed her body to come down from the mountaintop. When she climbed out of bed she went out of view. I listened as she went to her dresser and picked out some clothes.

Suddenly she opened the closet and giggled at the sight of me. Now in a white t-shirt and yoga pants, she dangled the black g-string in front of my face.

“It’s okay” she teased pinching my nipple. “Go ahead, you can smell it.” I inhaled deeply as I took in her aroma.

“Do you need to make another mess?” She said in a baby voice. When I nodded yes she stuffed her soaking underwear in my mouth.

The salty taste was heavenly. “Make it quick!”

She said giving me permission to cum. I vigorously worked my dick and she she smiled as she watched. She held a folded paper towel in her hand under the tip of my dicklet.

“Come on!” She instructed.

“Cum in my hand baby.”

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Succumbing to Menudia Ch. 08

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“Now that everybody seems to be getting all their secret fetishes out of their system… how about Curt’s turn?

“Hmm… girls in wet clothing… seems harmless enough, but I think we can spice it up a bit. Fortunately, I have just the place.

“They all laughed when I added that pool area to the castle grounds, but I knew I’d be putting it to good use someday. Not to mention the jacuzzi, the garden hose, the sprinkler system, the pool house with that charming porcelain bathtub resting inside it… I don’t think I’m going to be getting any complaints.

“True, Emily gave him a little taste of things back in the shower room, but that was when events were, shall we say, in the embryonic stage. Since Vanessa encouraged him to go all the way — still sorting out whether that had been her intention, but if not, well, she shouldn’t have danced in front of him like that, or at least danced in front of him like that in a leather miniskirt — we’ve entered a more consequential phase.

“And if anything, I suspect the girls are going to enjoy it more than Curt will! If there’s one trend I’ve noticed, it’s this: whatever turns the boys on… seems to turn them on too. The main thing is, they need his seed inside them, so… anything that gets the job done, right? Still, they mustn’t pressure him.

“Oh, and the Menudian water will certainly help. None of that irritating, eye-reddening water in this pool. I’m not even going to tell them about it — let it be another of my secret surprises. Nothing like initial contact with dry clothing to make it extra potent. Granted, it tends to have a more powerful effect on the females than the males, but then, Curt isn’t really going to need it, is he?

“Another experiment of sorts? Yes. Research? No — though that’s all well and good in its place. This time, I think I’ll just sit back and watch what happens when a cute Menudian boy slowly realizes that all the girls he fancies are taking advantage of his fantasies…”

*****

Curt opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting in a spacious, well-lit room with white walls, staring through what appeared to be spotless, floor-to-ceiling glass doors, on the other side of which an outdoor pool glistened in the sun.

Surrounding the pool was an expanse of freshly-mown grass. A few feet across the staircase and railing at the shallow end of the pool sat an empty, unfilled jacuzzi, built down into the earth in a similar fashion to the pool, though not nearly as deep. The entire area was enclosed by a fence-like row of oak, maple, and redwood trees.

What the deuce?

He figured this must have been a hidden, private spot in Menudia’s vast estate, to which he had been whisked away, but for what purpose, he could not immediately discern.

As his senses continued to return, he realized he was still dressed in his cream-colored satin robe, and reclining in a cozy wicker chair inside some sort of… guest house/pool house? There were several black buttons and switches resting inside a rectangular console on the wall, but he didn’t know what they were for.

There also seemed to be another room behind him that featured an empty porcelain bathtub in the middle of it, along with large windows, baskets stuffed with numerous articles of clothing, and a countertop decorated with various beverages and hors d’oeuvres.

Between the lawn and the large sliding glass doors in front of him stood a short, concrete patio featuring several poolside chairs and a table shaded by a large, beige umbrella. He had the sneaking suspicion that this pool house was connected to the larger castle somehow, but he couldn’t be certain.

And he was still processing his surroundings when he spotted Angela flying down from the sky, her straight blonde hair tickling her shoulders, her bare feet almost grazing the diving board that poked out over the deep end before they landed on the grass instead.

She had changed, at long last, out of her white “milk maid” crop top and floral-print skirt, into a white cotton long-sleeve “Menudian Girl” t-shirt and pale blue jean shorts. The fabric of the t-shirt was so thin, it was practically sheer, her nipples easily visible through the “castle with wings” graphic.

Not an outfit outside the scope of her hippie fashion aesthetic, perhaps, but still a bit unusual for her. Hippie chick spends a day at the beach. Well, whatever she was going for, she was certainly pulling it off. Angela made her way to the steps at the shallow end, and gingerly dipped her left foot into the pool.

Curt observed through the glass as she eased her calves, then her thighs, into the water, but he saw her curiously stop just before the water line touched the bottom of her skintight denim shorts (which sported proper hems rather than, say, being cut-offs), as if she were preparing herself for that next little step.

After a pause, she lowered herself into the pool, the water climbing inch by inch up her denim shorts, turning the pale blue a darker blue. When it seeped into siirt escort her waist and her fly, he saw her mouth open a crack and her head tilt back.

He assumed she didn’t have any prior affinity for wet clothing — certainly not like he did — but… damn. She looked like she was about five seconds away from having a little “moment.”

Maybe there was something in the water?

But before letting the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt get the slightest bit wet, Angela walked up a couple of steps and rose back out of the water, the now dark denim dripping, glistening, and adhering to her crotch, hips, and ass as she exposed it to the air again, the blonde tossing her hair back in response to the unique “suction” sensation.

Oh yeah. She seemed to be really getting into this.

Then, over the course of a couple of minutes, she waded further away from the shallow end, dampening her shorts again, before letting the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt touch the water, soaking it almost a centimeter at a time, frequently pausing and rising out of the pool as it stuck to her belly, before resuming her descent and letting it grow wetter and wetter.

When the water line finally climbed over her breasts, turning the already sheer cotton more or less see-through, she closed her eyes, rolled her head to the side, and gasped.

Curt seemed unaware that his hand was quietly caressing an erection through his satin robe.

After the water climbed up to her neck, Angela swam in place for a minute, still making sure not to dip her hair fully under. Then, perhaps remembering that, as a Menudian, she could move around in all sorts of ways, she hovered out of the pool and into the air, the ribbons of water cascading down her white long-sleeve tee, her denim shorts, and her thighs as she levitated.

For a split second, Curt saw Angela’s eyes flash a bright yellow, and he heard a faint voice in the breeze whisper “Succumb!” It sounded a bit like the “WHOOSH” sound that he’d heard all the way back when Greg had first taken Angela on the day of the picnic.

Hold on partner. Had getting her clothes wet in the pool… just given her a tiny “O”?

Another possibly relevant, possibly not relevant question: did she know he was there behind the glass?

Did she know he was watching her?

Like a pony on a merry-go-round, she calmly bobbed up and down against the surface of the water in her fully soaked outfit, savoring the sensation of her shirt pressing against her breasts when it made contact with the air, then the sensation of it loosening once she dipped back underwater.

After the third or fourth bob, she began dragging her hands down the cloth of her t-shirt, across her chest, and over her dripping shorts and thighs, her eyes momentarily flashing yellow a couple more times, that eerie whisper appearing and disappearing on the wind. The girl with a gift for massage was, in a way, getting a special kind of massage of her own.

There were two details of the spectacle Curt admired in particular: 1) The fit of the long-sleeve t-shirt was such that, whenever she moved her arms upward, a small stretch of the bottom of her shirt front — the stretch residing directly above her fly — rose upward as well, exposing a hint of her belly while leaving the rest of her abdomen covered; 2) The more common outfit would have been a short-sleeve t-shirt with long-legged jeans, but Curt liked this playful reversal, with Angela’s long sleeves hugging her arms up to her wrist, and her Daisy Dukes showing off her silky legs.

For a moment, he wondered if he was going to stain his robe just watching her, but somehow, he held himself in check.

With one final rise out of the water, her hair still mostly dry, Angela flew over to the diving board, struck a pose with her wet arms, and dove headfirst into the deep end.

Why would she dive when she could fly? Because, he presumed, diving would have been fun too! And Angela certainly looked like she was having a swell time out there. If Curt were an Olympic judge, he would have given it a 9.8.

Now fully submerged, Angela seemed to bask in the unfamiliar sensation of swimming fully clothed, dipping and weaving through the water, occasionally rubbing herself through her shorts, before she swam to the shallow end, walked up the steps (her shirt clinging to her skin like they were inseparable buddies), walked over to a spot on the lawn, and lay back in the sun.

Curt couldn’t quite tell what she was up to now. Maybe a little nap? She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything in particular.

But soon her hands started roving across her breasts, the liquid oozing out of the “Menudian Girl” logo. If she (or Curt) felt any concern about her clothes drying too soon to ruin the effect, a sprinkler system conveniently switched on and off in short bursts, giving her t-shirt and shorts a fresh dousing in the sunlight.

She must have known he was watching, no?

The boy with the secret wet clothing silifke escort fetish sat in the pool house and continued to enjoy the show. It couldn’t get any better than this, right?

Well, it kind of got better.

After about five minutes, Angela’s right hand popped the metal fastener of her fly out of its slit, and found its way into her soaked shorts.

Curt stared as Angela’s beautiful mounds pressed upward against the cute logo on her long-sleeve tee, the grass tickling her back through her shirt as she played with herself.

“Ah… ah…”

A couple of minutes in, her right knee popped up above the grass, her head swerved from side to side, her eyes lit up, and she came on the lawn, her nipples hardening under her wet t-shirt in the breeze, almost as if they were being licked by the faintly whispered “Succumb!” she now heard in the air.

“Ah!… Ah!…”

For Curt, this entire course of events had been like one giant billboard stating, in big neon letters, “Your seed in here, please.”

Just as Angela’s climax began to ebb, and just as she was about to drift into a pleasant nap with her hand still in her shorts, she heard the glass door of the guest room slide open.

Curt walked over, untied his robe, wiggled Angela’s shorts down to around her thighs, and took her right there on the grass, the satin of his own garment growing wet as it rubbed against her long-sleeve t-shirt and her skin.

Angela stretched her arms out as her translucent white shirt made a smacking sound against her chest.

They gave each other one highly erotic kiss before Curt tilted his head upward and let nature have its way with the female colleague of his who was always so in love with nature.

He thought back to the mixture of fear, shock, and envy he’d felt as he’d watched Greg take Angela on the day of the picnic. Now they’d taken him too, and like the others, he had no choice but to use his blonde classmate’s alluring, presumably ovulating body as a breeding tool.

His eyes became something other than his own.

“Succumb!… she’s been waiting for your seed…”

He heard Menudia both taunt and encourage him as he came hard.

“… so many times, you’ve thought about making love to a girl in soaking wet clothes, just like this… and now…”

After giving Angela enough slippery wetness on the inside to match the slippery wetness on the outside, he slumped over to her left and took a rest next to his female receptacle in the sunlight.

Angela had read Curt to a T (or rather, to a wet T?), and now it was time for her to recuperate, relax on the lawn, and let the process of insemination take its course as her clothes dried against her skin.

*****

Liza didn’t know where Curt was lurking, but she didn’t exactly need to have that information just yet.

Swooping down from the sky, past the row of trees, and scraping the surface the pool with her bare toes, all she knew was that Menudia had told her to put on something that she felt cute and sexy in, fly over to this section of the castle, plop herself down into the empty hot tub, keep her clothes on, and let Curt reveal himself at a moment of his choosing.

Having no power to object, she did as she was told. Well, whatever she’d be up to, it would probably be fun. The girls had all heard about Curt’s wetlook fetish by this time, so… let’s just say she could connect the dots?

The convivial brunette had changed into a cropped, light green “Menudian Girl” t-shirt and a black denim miniskirt. The t-shirt wasn’t so much a cropped tee as a baby tee, the sleeves stopping halfway between her shoulder and her elbow, and the bottom dangling an inch or two above her bellybutton. The graphic was similar to the one that had been on Angela’s t-shirt, except that the castle image was a bit smaller and the text a bit larger (but like Angela’s t-shirt, it pressed nicely against Liza’s nipples).

Yup. As her feet touched down on the lawn under a clear blue sky, she looked good and felt good.

Liza made her way over to the empty concrete hot tub, sat down on the inner step, her shoulders resting only a few inches above the tub’s outer lip, and closed her eyes. She didn’t have much of an expectation as to what was going to happen next.

A loud mechanized sound popped her eyes open, and the bottom of the hot tub began filling up with… well, she would have called it water, except it almost felt too nice to be just water. She couldn’t resist wiggling her feet as the bubbling H2O lapped at her toes.

Little did she know, but Curt, standing inside the pool house again, had witnessed Liza’s arrival, had wandered over to the set of controls embedded in the wall, had figured out what they were for, and had gotten a few ideas.

A part of her felt dimly apprehensive about sitting in a hot tub that was filling up with water while she was still fully dressed in her t-shirt and skirt, but as the water slowly climbed up silivre escort her ankles and thighs, she decided to just stay in place and go with it.

When the rising water began to creep its way toward the front of her black skirt and between her legs… well, it was the silliest thing, but she found herself feeling good. A little too good.

It’s like there was… something in the water?

She rolled her head around and let out a harmless “Mmmm.” But if it rose any further under her skirt… it seemed ridiculous, but she was maybe going to… you know. Did she want to? Was anyone watching? And where the hell was Curt?

Maybe she was imagining things, but she could’ve sworn that the water line was continually rising and falling against her jean skirt, refusing to climb any higher, acting like some sort of liquid, polymorphous hand sliding in and out of her sex.

If she’d known that Curt was at the controls, manipulating the level of water in the hot tub (he was really getting the hang of things), would it have made much difference?

She realized that she was on the doorstep, and that she would either have to hold herself back or give in, and she still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. When the water trickled its way just a little further under her skirt, and when a jet turned on behind her tailbone, quickly soaking the bottom of her green baby tee and the back of her denim waist, the time for decision-making was gone.

A quiet little gasp escaped her mouth.

Liza’s puppy dog eyes glowed contentedly as she enjoyed a silent, hands-free orgasm in the jacuzzi, a faint “Succumb…” wafting in one ear and out the other in conjunction with the sound of the churning liquid.

It was like she was being massaged on all sides, from the accumulating water which was at last making its way over the top of her skirt and sneakily up her abs, to the rippling jet relaxing her spine, to the bubbles stroking her feet. Once the water finally crept its way up to her neck, her cropped t-shirt began floating against her chest, becoming another pleasant source of stimulation.

With the tub just about full and her brief orgasm over, she heard another mechanized sound, and the water stopped flowing.

Liza rested there in the jacuzzi, surrounded by the warmth, feeling a contradictory mixture of relaxed and energized. Since nobody else was around to object, and since she’d already abandoned any attempt to hold herself back from whatever urges came her way, she let out a gentle stream of pee, then began dozing off a little.

Curt could see she was having a nice time in there — but he wasn’t going to let her rest long. A couple of minutes, tops.

The tub made another clang, and the water level began sinking, the combined noise and movement jolting Liza out of her potential nap as the liquid traveled its way back down her t-shirt, making it stick to her chest once it resumed contact with the open the air. Funny, but the sensation of the draining water felt almost as nice as that of the rising water.

When the surface fell right around to her waist and began teasing the top of her skirt again, she found herself wishing that something would just come along and start stimulating her there really hard. She didn’t even feel like moving her hands to do it herself.

Well, it was Liza’s lucky day.

Out of nowhere, a streamlined jet turned on, apparently originating from the floor of the hot tub, and… it happened to be aimed smack in between Liza’s legs.

“Yeah… Yeah… mmm yeah…”

Liza swished her head from side to side in reaction to the delight that the stream was causing her.

“Mmm-yeah… mmm-yeah… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… mmm-yeah…”

She thought she’d already had her “moment” for the day, but at this point, a second orgasm seemed almost inevitable. She stretched her arms out over the concrete lip of the half-filled tub, her chest pushing her soaked, cropped t-shirt into the gentle breeze, and let the water alter her wide, trusting eyes into that mind-erasing yellow and get her off one more time.

“Succumb!… yesssss, Liza… Succumb!…”

Her feet kicked haphazardly among the bubbles as she jerked and thrashed, unable to keep her reaction discreet (as she had earlier), the pressurized jet massaging her clit with an intensity she’d not experienced before. Still, no matter how much she squirmed, the water managed to remain directly aimed at her pussy lips. Her captive Menudian body thrust itself into the stream as it milked this second hands-free wank as best as it could.

That said, although the sequel was more dramatic, she would have hardly wished to denigrate her first jacuzzi climax, which had had a lithe, subtle charm of its own.

Then the water level sank below her knees, the jet sputtered to a harmless trickle, and she reclined there tranquilly in the empty tub, her cotton ensemble drying in the sun. Having returned to their normal color, her eyes closed shut.

The sound of the glass doors of the pool house sliding open a few minutes later snapped her back to the present. She opened those big round eyes, turned around, and noticed Curt standing on the grass between the house and the hot tub, looking like a prince out of a fairy tale in his white satin robe, seemingly unsure of whether he should approach her or not.

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Author’s note:

It’s just a work of fiction folks.

Ch.02

The crab angel hair pasta that Becca bought me was amazing. Marciano’s didn’t look like much from outside but was a really great mom and pop place where everyone was treated like family. We waddled out of there well satiated after the pasta and a huge serve of tangerine chocolate semifreddo for dessert. Mrs Marciano, who Becca introduced me to, tried to ply us with some fritole as we went to leave, but we promised her we would come back another night to taste them. It was like visiting Nona’s house on a Sunday. You had to eat more that you needed to just to keep her happy.

Becca helped me take the bags of my new clothing purchases from the trunk and down into my basement abode. After pulling me into a long kiss she pulled back and held both my hands in hers, and smiled at me.

“Lets get your new look sorted,” she said.

The little part of me that was feeling a bit overwhelmed wanted to leave that till morning, but a larger part of me wanted to keep on going this very moment. It wasn’t long before she had gone through my drawers and wardrobe and pulled out almost everything, leaving only a few non gender specific items in their place. She then had me model all my new purchases, taking photos of me on her phone, before pulling the clothes off me and putting them away. The tight jeans, boots and pink sweater combination looked pretty good for a Walmart outfit and Becca took more than one feel of my denim covered ass before having me change.

“Becca, why the photos?”

She smiled sweetly at me. “I want to record the moment. You look freaking great, girl!”

“But I don’t want you to post these anywhere,” I said.

“Rune, are you saying you want to post them?”

I shook my head. “No Becca! I hardly use social media at all. I’ve told you I don’t post anything. I only use it to stay on top of class schedules and the like. I certainly don’t have family or friends to keep track of. I liked a few of your posts just to show you I was interested. I’m sorry to say that I didn’t really look at what you posted.”

“I don’t know whether I should be offended by that,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at me.

I picked up a pair of my old male boxers and threw them at her, missing her.

She laughed, adding “I think someone needs to be taught how to throw!”

Becca then came and hugged me. “Its okay Rune. I won’t share these with anyone. I may finger myself silly when I get home to a few of them, but that’s all. Trust me.”

She gave me another item to parade in and ended that conversation. She put the phone down for a moment, but not away, and picked it back up after a while, taking more pictures. Eventually all that was left out was the grey tshirt nightie and a pink cotton thong, her orange underwear that I had worn out shopping and me, standing there with a boner beside some garbage bags containing my male clothes.

I was kind of hoping that she would blow me, but instead she went to my small refrigerator and grabbed two ice blocks and returned, using them on me with no mercy until my penis was flaccid. She had me pull on the thong, tuck myself away, and slip on the nightie. She made me twirl on the spot and lifted up the hem of the night shirt so she could inspect me.

“It’s a freaking great ass, Rune. You’ve got a teen girl’s curves on those cheeks,” she said, smacking me hard on my left cheek. “I gotta get going. Help me with these bags and I will drop these off at a good will bin on my way back to my place.”

I felt a little conspicuous out on the street in the cool night air, particularly as she was parked right under the nearest street light, and I was dressed like a young woman. She closed the trunk and came round the car, pulling me into a long kiss. Breaking away, she looked me over and smiled.

“Trust me Rune. You’ve made a great start tonight. Believe in me and yourself, and your life will keep changing for the better. I’m flat out tomorrow, but I will come by Sunday and help you out with makeup and styling, not that I think you will need much help with either.”

I blushed and she giggled.

“Don’t go all coy on me, you said you had plenty of practice dressing up in your sister’s clothing, and with that complexion, you don’t need much makeup. Anyway I’m sure you will look at a few youtube tutorials without me!”

She got in, started up and headed off into the night.

I scooted back inside, down the stairs and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty good, as good as my sisters did when they were walking around in a night shirt. Turning to face my bed, I saw Becca’s orange underwear on my pillow. Picking it up and sniffing at it, I could smell her sweet aroma in the background of my own funky smell.

Removing my thong I placed Becca’s on my now erect member and began stroking. I turned to face the mirror again and the new me looked amazing. I looked like one of my sisters. I focussed on the face in front of me, with its sarıyer escort blue eyes, high cheekbones and fine skin and soon felt my orgasm build. The girl in the mirror bit at her lip and her eyes flared, betraying the urgency that was building with her. She moaned softly, sweetly and amazingly.

Her faced changed as her orgasm hit her, her eyes burning and that classic feminine O face taking over. It became too much and I gushed into the fine fabric in a quick but satisfying orgasm. I washed Becca’s panties clean and hung them off a hook on the side of the wardrobe and got myself ready for bed when I heard my phone notification chirp.

Becca: Did my orange present assist you with the boner problem I knew you’d have?

Me: Yes.

Becca: I knew they would! Good night lover girl. Sweet dreams… BTW: I pulled over on Wheeler and fingered myself thinking about you. I now have a wet seat.

———————————————————-

“Oh my god! You look fucking amazing!” Becca said as she looked me over from the doorway, a take away coffee cup in her hand. “What did you get up to in the last 36 hours?”

I turned and went down the stairs, glowing at her compliment and reveling in the feel of the black yoga pants that clung to my legs and sports bra with inserts that sat under my bright pink puffer jacket. She followed me down and stood there, smiling, then biting slightly at her bottom lip. Her eyes drank me in and my trapped member pulsed in its confined space. She placed the coffee on my bedside table and beckoned me closer. I inched forward, her lips calling me in.

We kissed passionately and one of her hands found my ass, squeezing at a cheek, whilst the other made its way inside my jacket and pressed at my chest. She kissed down my neck and up across the other side, tracing my carotid artery until her lips found my earlobe and she whispered, “You went shopping without me? You got your nails done too? You bad girl! I wanted to have the experience of taking you out little miss fashion slut.”

She then spanked my ass cheek and nipped at my earlobe.

I squealed. “I couldn’t resist. I hardly slept that night. I was awake at dawn, so I hatched a plan, and went up to Peroria to the malls there. I would have gone further to Chicago, but that was a little too far for the weekend.”

“And it went well…?”

“As you can see, very well. I got a sideways look and a smirk from the nail lady in the salon I went to, but no body else paid me any undue attention.” I showed her some of the purchases, including some basic makeup items, and described more about the day I’d had. She told me off for some of my plainer purchases from Marshalls but approved of some of the other things I’d bought.

I then told her about the evening of cosmetic play I’d had, and the fact I’d been out jogging around the area this morning, dressed like I was. Unlike our earlier encounters, I was now the non stop talker and Becca was the passive listener. That was until she pulled off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and purple thong and knelt on my bed.

She motioned to the space below her bald pussy and spread thighs and gave me a command. “You! Under here! Start licking!”

I was almost transfixed. Her toned abs peeked out from below her tshirt and her hip bones were showing. That ‘inverted pyramid’ of perfection that ran from there down to her pussy mound was tanned and trim, with not an ounce of unfit flesh on display.

I shed my jacket and climbed under her, her arousal obvious as I looked up at her open lips. “Don’t keep me waiting!” she barked as she lowered herself slightly towards my face.

I knew she couldn’t see my smirk, but I waited a moment longer, savoring the thought that here I was, lying under the aroused sex of a goddess of a college student, with her wanting me to lick her. The ‘me’ of a year ago would never had believed it. The ‘me’ of last month would have thought it would be just another jack off shower fantasy that a woman this good looking would want me.

I felt the mattress shift as she sank another half an inch, searching for my tongue. I moved my head up slightly and extended it directly into her opening, feeling her warmth and inhaling her luscious scent. She shuddered and moaned as I raised my hands and grabbed at her hip bones, and then moved to grab her thighs, and pulled her down onto my mouth and went to work at her sweet honeypot.

“Keep…going…and I might just … oh fuck, yes, like that…might just forgive you Rune.” I followed her instructions and she soon she was whimpering above me, her hands grasping at my head and pulling me deeper into her.

“Fuck Rune, that tongue and your pretty face just…!”

Her words disappeared as her left thigh started to tremble.

“Going to cum! Keep going!”

I did my best despite the lack of oxygen, until she bucked and wailed above me, coating my face with her juices şarkışla escort and clamping my head between her shuddering thighs.

I pushed up on her and untangled my arms from her toned thighs and she dismounted, lying next to me on the bed as we both caught our breath. Eventually she leaned in and kissed me, cleaning my cheeks and chin of the remnants of her pleasure. Then we just laid there, just looking into each others eyes for what seemed like an hour.

“Rune, I hate to ruin a great morning, but I’ve got a paper due tomorrow and Kaycie really distracted me yesterday when we were supposed to be working on it. I gotta go in a little while.”

She put a hand out and cupped my pelvis. “I’ll even the ledger with you another time, as I have to go. But first tell me about the hair salon you went to.”

I told her about this part of my adventure and found myself repeatedly running a hand along her toned thigh up to her pussy as we talked. She moved without breaking eye contact until my index finger was making contact with her clit, causing her eyes to sparkle and her breathing to quicken.

“Mmmm, I guess I could be late a little,” she purred.

I shortened the length of my hand strokes and increased the force of contact into her. She lifted her upper leg slightly and shifted again, tilting her pelvis so that my fingers were now hitting into her wet folds.

She pulled her shirt up to expose her tits and reached up and pulled my head towards a breast, arching her back to give me better access to it, a moan exiting her lips as mine made contact with her erect nipple. I sucked gently and then hooked a finger up and into her deepness, pressing down on her mound with the heel of my palm, causing her to groan and spread her legs even further.

I adjusted myself and slipped a second finger into her and she began grinding herself into my hand, her wetness building and her moans increasing as I worked at her. She tried to say something but became incoherent as her orgasm hit and she wailed in release, bucking against my palm and pulling me harder into her heaving breasts.

———————————————————-

My phone notification chirped as I rounded the corner into Randolph and headed up the hill. I pushed on till I rounded the crest and then stopped to see what had come in.

Becca: Got the paper done but now Simone and I are behind schedule with our assignment. I’m not going to be able to catch you tonight or tomorrow. Sorry. Talk later.

Me: No problem.

Becca: No shopping without me!

I pushed the phone back into the pocket on the side of my leggings and headed down towards the courthouse with only two more miles to go till home.

The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows as I rounded the last corner and worked my kick for the last block and a half. Reaching the driveway I hit the timer on my watch and started sucking in air, both hurting, and reveling, in the post run come down. It was only then that I saw Stella standing on the porch watching me.

Stella Marsh. Wife of Steve Marsh. They were my late 30s landlords and rented me their studio basement. Correction, they rented the basement studio to the male version of Rune. I was currently pacing around in a matching set of women’s bright yellow running leggings and sports bra, looking for all intents and purposes not like that version of myself.

I waved, getting a wave in return and headed towards the door to my basement stairs, hoping she would not initiate contact. Whilst I was happy with where things were, I was not quite ready to deal with ‘this’.

“Hello. He’s not in!” She hollered. “I’ve just checked.”

I waved again and she descended the stairs and met me at the doorway. She started to repeat herself but after looking me in the eyes she hesitated. “Rune? Is that you?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“Hi Stella.”

“What happened? When? Ah, well, um.” She seemed lost for words.

“I didn’t..well um.”

I needed to put her out of her misery as she was getting no where fast.

“Stella, its ok. It’s still me. Just a new me.”

She smiled awkwardly.

“Rune… ahh… would you like some iced tea?” She nodded her head towards the porch. I took a deep breath and changed direction.

‘I might as well deal with this now.’ I thought,

The iced tea on the porch became a long island tea which then became an espresso martini and charcuterie board in Stella’s kitchen. I’d never really had much to do with her and her husband after I’d viewed the room and paid up for the semester in advance. It turns out she was an easy conversationalist and good listener. She was fascinated by the story of how, in the last few weeks, I had gone from Rune, the quiet blond male nerd she has hardly ever seen, to Rune, the chatty and funny girl living in her basements and now drinking with her in her kitchen.

We had both loosened up as the drinks flowed and things went şarköy escort easier than I thought they would. An added bonus was the fact that Stella had removed her light cardigan. Her nipple piercings were just visible under her tshirt and bra. I hadn’t noticed them if they had been there before.

‘If I hadn’t met the old you, I’d never have believed you are the same person,” she said. “I mean look at you, you’re a little college hottie!”

I blushed and thanked her for the compliment.

“So Rune,” she said, refilling my glass, “How far does this go?”

“You mean me and this?” I gestured to my body, “Or do you mean Becca and I?”

Then an evil thought crossed my mind. I raised an eyebrow. “Or do you mean something else?”

She laughed a little too quickly, and turned to the fridge, and came back with some more cold cuts and arranged them on the board.

“I mean your body. Nothing else. What happens between Becca and you is your private business.”

I may not be the most socially experienced or adept person, but I didn’t quite believe her answer.

I put my hands on my padded sports bra and smiled.

“I’ve always felt happy when I’ve had the opportunity to be dressed in women’s clothing, and I’m loving having my own stuff now. It feels like I have a new skin.”

I paused for a moment, contemplating the next few words that I had thought, but not verbally expressed.

“In answer to your question, I think I will see how I go. I haven’t really thought of a bodily end game. I’m pretty sure I want to keep my male member but maybe get some chest work done. My one experience of sex with my male part was pretty good.”

Stella struggled not to spit out her cocktail over her immaculate kitchen bench top. “Stop! Wait! You’ve only had one experience of fucking?”

I giggled and nodded. “Last Friday with Becca!”

“Oh, my sweet summer child! You seriously only lost your virginity last week?”

I giggled again. The booze was hitting home.

“Don’t you remember me just telling you about my fucked up upbringing?” I said.

It was now Stella’s turn to giggle, causing her ample sized breasts to juggle under her tshirt. I should not have looked at them, and her piercings, for more than a moment, but they were spell binding. I pictured them unencumbered by a bra and gulped down a deep breath.

“So just girls then?” Stella asked.

“I like being a girl but being with girls. I’m not interested in guys in any sexual way. I guess that makes me a lesbian,” I said.

We both laughed and Stella’s breasts jiggled, and I couldn’t help myself. I looked and I enjoyed and I fantasized.

Stacey busted me looking. She stopped, I stopped. Everything stopped. We looked into each others eyes. I saw a flicker of something there. I didn’t dare breathe.

And then her phone rang. She picked it up and turned away. It was Steve. He was on his way home from the airport but had an issue at the store with his credit card.

I got up off the breakfast bar stool, took a breath to settle myself, and took her glass and mine put them next to the sink. I then headed to the door and out into the early evening dusk beyond, giving her a final wave through the window, and getting a nod, before I headed down the porch stairs, my heart beating way too fast for my liking.

Ch. 03

She picked up her burrito and took another mouthful, her dimples moving sweetly with each bite. “Hey Rune, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been pretty terrible at spending time with you. I’ve wanted to but between the assessments and the increased training tempo that Coach Dalton set, I’ve just been flat out.”

“I know,” I said. “I didn’t want to sound needy. I just wanted you to know that I had hoped we would have seen a little more of each other the last two weeks.”

“Awww, does my girl miss me?”

I blushed.

“Its ok Rune. I’m just shit stirring,” she said as she took a mouthful of iced tea. “It was great of you to come and watch me at training yesterday.”

I’d been gaining in confidence around campus. “I was a bit self conscious at first, dressing in women’s clothes and going to lectures and the like, but then I realized that no one knew me anyway. I’d been invisible to everyone as my male self. Now, people do see me, but just as another girl.”

She smiled and put down her last bite. “Not just another girl, Rune.”

“You’re biased. At least, I think you might be biased.” I said.

She picked up her phone and took a selfie, then changed things around so she got a shot with both of us in it.

“You bet your cute ass I’m biased, Rune,” she said, looking at me intensely. “But I’ve seen the way many guys look at you, and a few girls too.”

I blushed a second time. “You’re just shit stirring again.”

She put down her phone. “Rune, are you telling me you haven’t noticed the looks you’ve been getting from men?”

“Look, I have, but…..”I felt a little weird saying it to her but I said it anyway.

“No buts Rune. You’re my little hottie. There are guys out there who obviously want to fuck you.”

“I’m not interested in men, Becca!” I said, looking her in the eye.

Silence descended upon us for an uncomfortable minute or so. She didn’t eat or drink and I didn’t break eye contact.

She picked up her last bite of burrito and dealt with it, then licked her fingers.

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i knew what this meant, making Ben hand over his prized Porsche to Wesley. It wasn’t just a compromise, a peace making gesture, it was complete submission, an abject surrender. Wesley would go public with me. I would get dressed up sexily for him and he would promenade me locally, taking me to restaurants, clubs, theatres in the pride motor that my husband once drove. i knew how much that hurt. Ben loved that car, loved the sound that it made, the admiring glances that it drew. he loved the smell of the leather and the sleek trim. Now, yes, now, Wesley would feel me up in that car too and I would open my legs for his exploring fingers, aching, always aching for his black cock.

‘Wesley wants the car’ I said firmly, watching my husband play anxiously with the keys in his pocket. ‘Either you hand it over or i have to put you out of the house’.

I know, that sounds brutal. But technically the house was mine. The deeds were mine, a chocolate box village property surrounded by manicured gardens which my husband tended carefully. He would still get to garden at the property. He would still be able to live in the shed which he optimistically called his studio. The brutal truth was that I was entirely addicted to black cock. Wesley owned me and had put me to so much black cock, his own and brothers, that my mind admitted no other possibility than to have it whenever possible. Ben had to hand over the Porsche or else walk down the road. He had to become Wesley’s serf, his liegeman or else wander off some place else and pretend to another woman that at heart he wasn’t a weakling.

‘May be he could take you just on longer trips? Do you think he might buy that Annette?’ Ben asked.

‘You must never use my name. You’re just a beta, remember?’ I whispered back. Wesley had said that I should slap his face if he uttered ‘Annette’. It was to be ‘Miss’ in public, a minor nod to shame management, and ‘mistress’ in the home. I knew that this was hard for Ben, it was terribly hard. I wanted him to stay and he had to learn. I liked watching him suck cock, i liked the absolute sefaköy escort rule that I was required to administer.

Ben shook his head. he was stubborn. If he kept this up there would be so many hidings. So I slapped his face hard.

‘Mistress!’ i ordered brusquely.

He shuddered, as though he had hit the rocks on a storm shore.

‘Mistress’ he muttered irritably, and then, ‘please would master limit using the Porsche, taking you to places further afield?’

I watched him. He was trembling. He knew full well that I could complain to Wesley. He knew what that would mean. In any case, the request was pointless wasn’t it? Even if he had asked it on bended knees, before his new master, it would have been dismissed out of hand. Wesley owned me. He wasn’t about to pretend otherwise. He owned us, well, unless of course Ben was about to run away now. This was the capitulation moment wasn’t it? The Porsche was a fetish, his manhood on four sleek tyres.

‘How many have you told that you’ve asked Wesley to own you?’ I asked, slipping the conversation to a new direction. I couldn’t soften. I couldn’t admit to a niggling doubt about the anguish that i helped enforce. I must have black cock.

Ben stood silent. He was being obstinate. Better that i break him. better that I reduce him to his natural beta state. The other way, the Wesley way, would be infinitely rougher. Wesley was impatient and abrupt.

‘Kneel and tell me’ I ordered. I slipped my hand into my Gucci shoulder bag, the one that Ben had once given me on our wedding anniversary. I lifted out my phone. He knew what that meant. I might of course just film his subjugation, but I might call Wesley to say that the boy was proving awkward. What was terrible was that i knew Ben was a weakling. He instinctively needed to submit. That was why he didn’t resist when Wesley first started dating me.

I watched him kneel and drop his head. He stared down at my Italian leather, high heeled boots. Wesley had instructed him. ‘You don’t şehzadeler look into your mistress;’s face. you don’t dare pretend to be her equal. She takes alpha cock now you sad white arse bitch.’

‘That’s better Ben’ I said as softly as possible. I seated myself on the sofa before him, my leather boots inches from his face. I sat this time open legged my bare sex peeping at him. I knew that he would smell Wesley on me. Cunt ruled him. I used cunt to press him down. He would want to lick it, bare and brazen, stretched to fit the black man’s sceptre.

‘Answer the question’ i demanded, still inspecting my phone. Now, any moment, a speed dial and Wesley’s deep baritone voice would be checking. ‘You OK babe? There a problem?’

‘I’ve told Ian and Karen, and I’ve told Marcus’ he said hesitatingly. They were our friends. They were our more liberal friends. Of all the social circle that we shared, they would respond in the most relaxed way. All of those folk had seen me out dining with Wesley anyway. They would have guessed the world was changing for me, for Ben inevitably too.

‘Kiss my boots’ I ordered and angled the phone down his way. He couldn’t know whether I was filming or not.

Ben pursed his lips and kissed my boots, each in turn. I clicked my fingers and he started to lick them. Ben had never done this in public before, but eventually Wesley would make him. He would suck cock, worship cunt and clean boots with his flicking tongue, in public.

‘What about Megan?’ I asked and saw him cringe.

Megan was his mother. Yes, mama! Megan liked Wesley. She loved his charming manner, his easy masculinity. She assumed he was the closest of friends, but the intimate details she didn’t know, not yet. I guessed that Megan was liberal too. Why shouldn’t a woman judge and chose. Why shouldn’t she assign roles and determine territory, dictate rank within her own home?

‘No, not yet….’ and then he added ‘mistress.’

‘You will tell her this week’ I said imperiously, keeping the phone directed selçuklu escort in Ben’s face as he licked and grimaced. ‘You will explain that you asked Wes to be the man of rhe house and explain that you’re a submissive. Understood?’

He nodded. I angled each boot up in turn, the way that Wesley had required. Ben was to lick the soles too, the dirty soles. He was to destroy his male soul by licking every dirty inch of his mistress boots. I watched Wesley’s slave lick on, his tongue full, his mouth open.

‘Megan will see Wesley driving me around in the Porsche, ‘ I reasoned lanquidly, ‘it’s pointless pretending. You have lost Ben. You suck master’s cock, you beg to lick my cunt, it’s time to start living publicly what you are already.’

He watched my hitch up my tiny black leather skirt. It took a moment and then I could finger my bare sex. The scent would torture him. He would ache to lick higher! all i could think of as i did this was Wesley relentlessly pumping inside me. But this crippled Ben, i knew it did. My sex gaped as I touched myself. i am different now. I am Wesley’s bitch.

‘you’re beautiful mistress’ he whispered between boot licks.

I glanced down and thought, yes, I am. My sex is beautiful isn’t it Ben? It’s hypnotic. It’s enslaving you in the most primal of ways.

‘Do you admire the way Wesley stretches it?’ I asked contemptuously. I pushed three fingers inside.

‘Yes mistress’ he said dejectedly. It was as if reality itself, the coming change, wrung that out of him.

‘So you’re going to tell Megan the truth then?’ i asked, teasing my clitty.

‘Yes!’ he gasped.

‘And encourage her to accept Abraham’s invitation on that cruise?’ I asked. Abraham, oh Abraham, what a handsome and distinguished son of Barbados. He is so sexy and well Megan was widowed wasn’t she?

‘Yes’ he repeated, his whole body shaking.

‘He’ll make Mama so content. then you can be what you truly are’ i reasoned.

He was waiting staring at my wet sex. I only have to touch myself thinking of Wesley and I glisten. I knew, yes, i knew, Ben was desperate to lick.

‘The Porsche keys’ I suggested.

I watched him drag them from out of his trouser pocket. He held them up to me.

‘No, you have to give them to Wesley and to thank him for being my man, understood?’ I said it coldly. My fingers ran gently across my swollen bud. You know don’t you? You know what he answered.

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Unfaithful Pt. 03

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Things carried on as normal. Things were so normal, in fact, that Fyr started doubting if she had ever seen anything strange at all going on. Yet Ropes disappeared sometimes and, often, Chemical was gone too.

She started to pick up on small things, like the clothes out of place. But she didn’t want to let her mind run amok with her, telling her things that simply weren’t true.

So, she tried to ignore it.

Chemical stayed over one late summer evening, though that was nothing unusual. Fyr had been very tired indeed, crashing early, though she didn’t realise that they had slipped her a drink that was supposed to make someone sleepier than usual. Nothing bad for her, of course — just something that would make it easier for her to drift off. They were really doing her a favour.

But the dragoness didn’t know about that, no, not as she headed to bed and tossed and turned, though there was something, or someone, missing from the bed with her.

“Ugh…”

Fyr rolled over, her wings getting caught up in the bedsheets. Sheesh, it was nearing two in the morning and she was restless, her scales itching and burning as if she was facing an allergic reaction to something. She rubbed her paws over her body, hitching up the loose, old T-shirt that she was sleeping in that night, her underwear feeling hot and tight between her thighs.

The dragoness grumbled. Maybe she should have had a shower before going to bed… Yet there was something bothering her, yawning even as sleep tugged at her eyelids, trying to make them dull and heavy once more. Chemical was sleeping in the guest room, of course, as she had stayed over rather late that night and Fyr didn’t want her driving back at such a time. Would she disturb Chem if she hopped in the shower just to rinse off the itchiness from her scales and get more comfortable?

“Hang on…”

Blinking, the dragoness half sat up and swept her paw out over the bed beside her, though there was only an empty space there. That was odd, very odd… Where was Ropes? Even though the demon cougar did not technically need to sleep, he most usually slept with her. He’d always said he liked the closeness and the warmth of having another body in bed with him.

She grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and around the base of her frill. Damn it… As quickly as she had dropped off that evening, it didn’t seem like she was getting back to sleep anytime soon. Maybe Ropes was feeling the same if he had headed to the bathroom or was getting food. He could be rather restless, even when he was relaxing at night with her.

She waited, trying to stretch out, lifting her shirt away from her belly to air out her stomach. It didn’t help.

Still, her husband didn’t return. Unease crept into Fyr’s belly, churning and snapping there, swirling around her gut. Where was he? Was something wrong?

She rose quietly, not bothering to put more clothes on than her T-shirt and panties. It was more than enough for going around her own house after dark, so there was really nothing to worry about there. She would be fine.

But her husband wasn’t in the kitchen and he wasn’t in the main bathroom either, after her checking the ensuite that joined on to their bedroom first of all. The dragoness’ brow furrowed as she hunted for him.

Huh…

The dragoness paused at the guest bedroom. There was light under the door… What on earth was Chemical doing still up at such an hour of the night? Or morning, depending on how one looked at it…

She crept closer to the door. Maybe Chemical had left the light on. Yet it was to Fyr’s detriment that she approached in the first place. How could she ever have known?

Has Chem left the TV in there on?

Fyr leaned in close to the door, something catching her ear. It sounded like a groan, like someone was hurt. Chemical did like watching some strange videos on her phone though, so that most likely wasn’t all that unusual. But the sounds that were coming through… No, those didn’t quite sound right.

She leaned in closer, trying not to let the side of her head touch the door. It was silly, she knew it was, though she still wanted to find out just what was going on in there. If Chem wasn’t feeling well, she wanted to check on her, to make sure she was salihli escort okay.

“Ohhhh…”

Another moan, but that one didn’t sound so much like someone was injured. There were a few words, grunts, hisses…

“Unff…”

“Harder…”

“Mmm…”

Fyr cocked her head. Uh, yeah, okay then… That sounded suspiciously like something sexual.

Oh, goodness, she wasn’t listening in on her friend watching porn, was she? Not that there was anything at all wrong with watching porn, of course, but to be caught doing it wasn’t fun at all!

“Mmm… I love it when you do that.”

Fyr gulped. That was definitely Chemical’s voice, damn it. Poor dragoness had to be wrapped up in a fantasy or something, getting off to a video… More power to her for taking care of her needs, but did she have to be as loud as she was? Fyr shook her head and was about to back away from the door when another, deeper tone caught her ear.

“You’ll see stars if I get a tentacle under your tail too…”

Fyr stiffened. She knew that voice. She knew that voice all too well.

And there was only one around that she knew had tentacles.

Ropes?

She listened intently, a grunt catching her ear. Her heart raced, the uncomfortable pound of it drumming in her chest, as if there was a foot on top of her, running, bearing down on top of her. She couldn’t breathe, one hand going to her chest, clutching there as if she could relieve the band of pressure clasping her with increasing, aching tightness. Her jaw fell slack, yet there was nothing Fyr could do except listen, frozen in place, her toes curling into the carpet of the hallway.

Maybe she should have worn something more than her T-shirt and underwear.

“You feel so good…”

No… No, he couldn’t be!

“Ropes… Please…”

Fyr could almost see them, Chemical’s tail winding around her husband while he fucked her, while he used the cock that was only meant for her to take another dragon! She trembled, the tips of her short claws rattling against one another, even her teeth wanting to chatter as a depraved chill settled over her. Her body tried to understand and make sense of the adrenaline racing through her body, blood pumping, toes curling, yet there was only so much she could do, even in a moment like that.

No… No, Ropes…

Her worry gnawed at the pit of her stomach, snarling and snapping, digging into her like a wild animal trapped in a cage, heaving to get out. No, no, no… No, Ropes would never do that to her, she was sure of it. Or was she?

Without thinking about what her body was doing, her paw went to the doorhandle, slowly closing around it.

“You’ve got to be quieter… Fyr’s asleep!”

“Oh, she won’t hear us…”

Fyr gulped, her eyes watering. No, but they weren’t tears, oh no. She wouldn’t admit to those.

“I’ll be quiet…just for you…”

She had to do it. Her paw closed around the doorhandle, turning it slowly. She was the one who did all the home maintenance, so she didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the handle squeaking. She had oiled and maintained everything perfectly.

The rap of fur on scales rose softly, muted by…fur. It would have been sharper if it was two dragons. Yet that was hardly the sort of thing that Fyr should have been thinking about, panting very faintly as her aching lungs strained to get much-needed air into them — and oxygen into her bloodstream.

She cracked the door open, slowly, if not patiently. There wasn’t a lot of light in the guest room, looking like Chemical had left the bedside lamp on, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The bulb was going, Fyr was sure, and needed replacing, though Chem hadn’t raised it with her last time she had stayed over.

Maybe Chemical had been otherwise engaged that time too.

Fyr blinked. The room was too dark, the edge of the bed slowly coming into fuzzy focus, though that wasn’t what Fyr was hunting for. The sounds dropped away, as if the occupants of the room knew she was there, though they could not have known. They were too complacent in the lie that they had formed, cheating and twisting and yearning through lust that, forever, had been theirs to claim, theirs to own.

At least, that was their opinion on the matter.

“Mmm…”

A soft moan, a breathy groan. It was small, but it was there. Fyr listened intently, resisting the urge to squint. It wouldn’t help her see anything any more clearly.

Ah… And there they were. Fyr had not thought that it was possible for her stomach to sink any lower, dropping beyond her abdomen, deeper, lower. She didn’t breathe, only watched. The dragoness only watched her best friend on her back, her legs up in the air, bent at the knee. That would have been weird enough samsun escort on its own, but there was no denying the shape of the cougar between her legs, his tentacles waving and twisting above him, disrupting even the soft lighting in there.

If the hallway had not been as dark as it was, Fyr would never have seen that tiny sliver of light that had told her that something was going on, that there was someone in there. It was all just a series of tiny, unfortunate events that led to her catching them in the act, to Fyr seeing her husband on top of the dragoness who she thought was her friend — or had thought was her friend.

Past tense.

Definitely, past tense.

“Shush…” Ropes breathed. “Chem, you’ve got to be quiet.”

She caught the grunts though, the low groans that rose from Chemical when he went a shade too deep into the dragoness. Fyr had felt that before too, her stomach twisting almost uncomfortably when he bucked into her in just the wrong position. It wasn’t something that, quite honestly, she particularly liked feeling.

She would have felt sorry for Chemical, going through that too, if she cared about her the slightest bit in that moment. It was not for Fyr to concern herself with, her chest heaving sharply, breath beginning to rake through her throat, burning and searing. If she had been comfortable, the dragoness would have been relieved that she was able to breathe again, though it did not bring any measure of softness to it.

The demon’s tentacles waved back and forth, going at it hard, at a moderate pace, though Fyr could feel every thrust and every rock of their bodies coming together. Ropes had once fucked her like that. Was it all the same to him, whether he was fucking Chemical or fucking her?

She couldn’t just stand there. Yet she didn’t even know what she was going to do as she stepped forward, swinging the door open at the same moment that she tapped the light switch on with the tip of her tail.

“What the fuck?”

It didn’t even sound like her voice coming from her throat, ripping forth and cracking as emotion welled up inside Fyr. She heaved, a scream tearing from her, not hers, no — it should never have been hers. Yet it was a feral roar, a ragged roar, something that spoke of age-old times when dragons had been a lot more ferocious than they had been in the modern day and age.

She had to let it out, one way or the other, the couple before her frozen in the act. His cock rammed deep inside her, stilled in the moment of passion, Ropes’ eyes wide and wild, his tentacles thrashing around him. Yet the demon was no longer twisting and curling them in the throes of passion, no: it was the stress of being caught that sank into his soul. What was left of it, anyway.

“Get the hell out!” She snarled, her hands balled up into fists, her short claws digging viciously into her palms. “Who the hell do you think you are — fucking my husband?”

Chemical couldn’t even say anything, her jaw slack. Even her tail hung loose and limp over the end of the bed.

“You — this was your fucking plan all along, wasn’t it?” Fyr hissed, tongue lashing out, a dragoness beyond all reason — and quite fairly so. “You wanted to get in my home, get my husband… I can’t fucking believe either of you!”

Her anger was not matched by her words in the way she wanted it to be, turning on her heel, her tail whipping around her. All Fyr could do was leave the situation, tears spilling down her cheeks, though she didn’t want to breathe life into the ragged howl of a sob that was threatening to wrench itself from her chest. Of all things that they had taken from her, they didn’t deserve that.

They didn’t deserve a damn thing more from her.

So, she left. She didn’t even have the strength to pull them off each other! Fyr sobbed brokenly as she left them there, still entwined in each other’s arms, even wrapped up in Ropes’ tentacles like that was where they belonged.

They’d never know what they’d done to her, but the fact of the matter was that they didn’t care, not truly. Not in how the dragoness would have wanted, having had Ropes as her partner for years already.

He had broken her, gone off with someone else…

Digging through her chest of drawers for clothes, she blinked away the tears, a broken howl of sorrow wrenching itself from her chest.

Back in the guest bedroom, Ropes froze, breathing softly and shallowly, as if it was not possible for him to take a full, deep breath anymore. It was wrong… He knew that, in mortal terms. Yet, to a demon of lust, there was no boundary such as monogamy. He had entered such an agreement with Fyr, for the first time in his lifetime, though he had been life bonded with others too, over the years before her.

Marriage, however… That was very different. sancaktepe escort That was something that not even Ropes had experienced.

“I… Uh…”

Ropes fumbled slightly, not sure what to say. Fyr had just been gone so quickly that it felt quite as if there had been nothing he could say.

Chemical reached for him, clasping his muzzle between her paws and, gently, turning him back to her.

“It’s okay, Ropes…” She exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes the best that she could without actually being able to see his pupils. “She’s… It was always going to end with her finding out, you know. Fyr’s not all that stupid.”

It was one of the nicest things that Chem had said about Fyr in a long time, joking and talking about her with Ropes. The dragoness did not honestly feel badly at all towards Fyr, not in the slightest, but…she was frustrating sometimes. And Ropes would not have even had to come to her for sex if that dragon had just given him what he’d wanted in the first place!

She knew they were caught but…why stop then? No, there was no need for that, not as Chemical encouraged Ropes to kiss her deeply, her tongue snaking around his and suckling faintly on him. The dark dragoness moaned openly, panting against his muzzle, her nostrils puckering and flaring as she dragged in great, needy gulps of breath.

Ropes was much the same, though the cougar thrust again, more urgently that time. Every stroke of his cock came with an added edge of fervour and, even though they had not talked about it before, he wrapped up her wrists in his tentacles and yowled into her mouth as he pinned them back above her head. The dragoness arched her back luxuriously under him, pushing into his touch, and the demon took her, claimed her, as if he would never get the chance to do so ever again.

“It was hot, wasn’t it?” Chemical panted, once he broke the kiss. “Seeing her there, getting caught… Mmmph… Almost as good as doing it!”

They did not know, not really, that Fyr had not left the house yet, that she was still there, watching from a distance and listening to their much louder grunts and groans of pleasure. It was as if they were putting on a show that they didn’t even know they were doing, panting and groaning, need rolling through them with stroke after stroke of the cougar’s cock ploughing into a hot, wet pussy.

“Mmmm…”

Ropes rumbled a growl. Yes… Yes, he had been watched before, though not for a long time. It felt kind of similar to sneaking around when Fyr didn’t know that Chemical and he were fucking, though it still raised his lusts.

So, he fed his lust as a demon of lust was supposed to, driving into her stroke after stroke, savouring the pulse of her pussy around him, how her muscles clenched and rippled. He ached to see her as she was, laid bare and exposed, and snarled savagely, even the cougar’s teeth glistening with a faint hint of saliva.

His tail lashed back and forth and he sank his teeth passionately into the crook of Chemical’s neck and her shoulder. It was a mating bite and a claiming bite, staking his final claim over Chemical as he had wanted to do from the start. Fyr bore one too, though she often covered it with make-up if she ever bared her shoulders.

He didn’t want that. He wanted a dragoness, a partner, to bear his mark proudly. Chemical would do so, howling and bucking on his cock as she climaxed, relishing in the restraint. Her arousal gushed around his cock, squeezing down, even squirting around him, the fur of his crotch soaked in it. Still, the cougar thrust on, rampantly lost in the rhythm of pleasure when he had never had to hold back from anything ever before.

When he filled her, he knew his wife heard his yowl and knew what it meant. He growled and ducked his head down, bathing the bite on Chemical’s neck with his tongue. The long, slow strokes grounded him as he spent himself inside her, though it was very much not for the first time.

The morning would come and they would both have to find out what had come of Fyr, if they had chased her off completely or if there was something else that they could do to win her back. Or just him, really, for she was his wife and he had to do something about her.

However…he did not feel guilty about it. Not as his barbed cock throbbed inside her, pulsing lightly. Need trembled through him and he breathed harshly over her neck, rasping in every gasp that he could.

Things had changed between them all and they could never again be put back to rights. But what was right, anyway? What could ever be classed as such? He was a demon and they were mortals — mortals who had applied a meaning to something that never had that meaning originally. But they did so love making sense of their world in any way that they could…

He would never fully understand them, though that was because he was not mortal.

Still, there was a large part of Ropes that loved his wife dearly and he had to make that right, one way or another.

Inside Chemical, he moaned long and low, his cock still hard.

Another round before going after Fyr couldn’t hurt more…right?

Continued in Cuckolded.

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Shadow of Secrets Pt. 09

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*Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.*

**Jax’s point of view**

Jax continued giving Erik hell despite Eva telling him several times to knock it off because Eric was only 18 years old. His persistence was fueled by his desire to showcase control in various ways. One day, as Eva was getting ready for work Jax sat down on the couch beside Erik. Erik was watching some geeky sci-fi movie which Jax found completely stupid and uninteresting.

Deciding to mess with Erik while Eva wasn’t around to protect her baby boy; Jax smacked Erik on the back of his head lightly enough to catch him off guard before saying “this show is shit, boy. Hand me the remote and go get me a fucking beer from the fridge!”

Erik looked like he was debating in his mind about talking back to him in a rebellious way but seeing Jax’s glare he meekly got up and went towards the kitchen. Jax merely chuckled at how spineless the boy was. Jax aimlessly flicked through the channels not really picking anything in particular to watch as Erik got him his beer.

Snatching the beer out of Erik hand Jax asked in a stern tone “You started drinking yet, boy?” Erik quickly shook his head to which Jax chuckled once more “It’s a dad’s job to teach a boy how to be a man …. Guess that train left the station huh? Tell me …. You want a sip of this?”

Erik looked a bit surprised and a bit of anger flashed in his eyes at Jax’s assumption of his father’s role by offering him beer. Erik sat back down onto the couch refusing the offer. Jax shrugged not caring as he turned back to the TV and got back to his aimless flipping through the channels.

After a couple of minutes of silence apart from the noise of the TV; Jax asked Erik without even turning to look at him “you think about your future boy? Or are you planning on mooching off of your mum for the rest of your life?”

Once again Erik frowned and this time Jax actually heard him sigh in frustration. Jax turned to face him with a scowl on his face “what was that, boy? Don’t you dare disrespect me …. Got it?” Erik just nodded, slight fear visible in his eyes.

Jax snorted, finding satisfaction in intimidating the young lad. “Don’t worry kid” he growled menacingly, his fingers curling tightly around his bottle, “your momma will take care of everything.” The sarcasm emanated from him made Erik uneasy.

Erik had to speak up “I’m doing things to make money but that’s none of your business!” Jax was a bit surprised at the boy finally finding a spine enough to speak openly.

Jax scoffed at him saying “The hell it isn’t boy!! You are mooching off of Eva …. She is fighting to keep herself afloat financially and keeps taking extra shifts at the club. You ungrateful little brat! All she does is take care of you …. A grown fucking man …. sandıklı escort Are you not?”

Jax paused for effect as he clearly saw it hit Erik straight in his gut before continuing “you know….. you just pissed me off for the last time …. I think you should start contributing and help Eva with the expenses …. Get a job or find money from somewhere else … I don’t care …… as long as by the end of next week you get a couple hundred bucks. If not ….” He let the threat hang over Erik before they both heard Eva’s bedroom door open.

Eva walked out into the living room and addressed Jax “okay I’m ready …. Let’s get going Jax” but Jax stayed out while finishing off his beer. Jax couldn’t help but laugh at Erik’s expressions when he saw what Eva was wearing.

Eva usually wore pretty conservative clothes on her way to work and changed into the slutty clothes meant to entice club customers into buying more drinks. But after Jax having convinced her to be more open and relaxed about her clothing for a couple of weeks now; she had finally given in.

Eva was wearing a tight halter top that wrapped nice and tightly around her bust while tied behind her neck. The cleavage visible wasn’t that significant but her bust being so big it ultimately ended up looking pretty revealing. She even went with a slightly shorter skirt than what she usually wore; the skirts hem ended at her knees leaving her long legs exposed. She was showing much more skin than what Erik was used to seeing his mom show. So naturally his jaw fell open slightly when she stood before them. Jax had a big fit of laughter inside his mind wondering what Erik would feel if he ever saw what Jax makes her wear at the club while enticing the customers.

Eva noticed Erik’s open mouth and started to feel embarrassed about her outfit choice. Not wanting her to second guess again Jax quickly complimented her “you look great today babe! Now let’s get going or we will be late!”

Then without warning Jax pulled Eva close to him and kissed her passionately while groping her ass slightly. He knew Erik could see and he could feel Eva tense up about it but Jax couldn’t care less. Just when Eva was about to push him off and scold him Jax let her go. Placing a firm hand around her waist he started to guide her out of the apartment.

Eva barely managed to say “Seeya baby …. I’ll be home at the usual time … don’t stay up late!”

……………**………

A couple of days went without much happening in Jax’s daily life besides him handling the boring stuff at the club before going to his own apartment. He knew he was pushing Eva constantly with his manipulations so he had to occasionally back off to let her feel his absence just as much as she needed to feel the pleasure she got from him. He needed to become more prominent part of her life; saray escort which she will feel hesitant to shun out.

One evening, as he was sitting at the club’s bar watching it run as smoothly as it possibly could considering how packed it was despite being a weekday. He noticed Eva in her alluring evening dress that she had as a waitress outfit with thigh high slits on the sides and a thong occasionally peeking out from underneath; she was busy serving drinks to customers as always. As she bent over to serve a table Jax noticed how two men at the table were looking at her ass with lust in their eyes. The music was too loud so when one of them said something Eva had to bend over towards him to hear what he had to say. The other one took the opportunity to get a closer look at her ass.

Jax instinctively knew what was coming next and not a moment too late the man placed a firm hand on her ass only to be whining in pain the next as Eva twist his hand at the wrist after having moved swiftly for any normal woman.

Jax chuckled to himself now knowing her secret; he wondered with all his cleverness how he had never noticed such things about her before. He motioned to a nearby bouncer and before matters escalated between the men and Eva; the bouncer had grabbed all men at that table to be thrown out of the club.

Eva smiled sweetly at Jax through the crowd and from across the dance floor as she knew who was to thank for the bouncer’s timely intervention. Jax just raised his glass slightly with a wink to let her know he always had her back. She went back to work disappearing in the crowd but just then Jax heard a familiar voice beside him.

It was the mob boss’s son as he said “Pretty one that …. Heard you have bagged that one already … funny …. Never pictured you to be one to settle down especially with so much temptation around you.”

Jax knew not to take the bait or to antagonize this guy despite his personal feelings towards him so he replied politely “Ahhh well …. Getting too old to chase after women …. Might as well hold onto her while I look for a better one.” Though in his head Jax knew there was no one better than Eva in his life that he could enjoy as much as he was enjoying with her.

With that both men quickly shifted their conversation to business. As promised the mob boss’s son (Jared, as Jax figured it out through talking) had arranged for the women he had talked about on his last visit. Jax had already made room for the additions as per Jared’s orders. They walked quickly at the back of the club so Jax could meet these women. However instead of meeting them Jared introduced him to a man named “Mr. Marco” who was a bit older than Jax and seemed to be Italian from his slight ascent.

Jared told Jax how if the women got a bit out of hand which they often did when bundled up sarıkamış escort together like they would be in his club; it would be Mr. Marco’s job to get them in line. All Jax had to do was keep running the place smoothly so both him and Marco can do their parts. Jax wondered how exactly one man was going to keep about 30 women in line but if that wasn’t part of his job then he didn’t need to worry.

Just then one of the women who Jared had brought in came through the door leading to the lounge areas of the private VIP section; carrying a tray with three glasses on it. Each of the men took one as Jax observed the women a bit. The woman had a weirdly blank expression on her face; almost looking like a robot. Then next thing he noticed was a black discreet looking choker around her neck which at first glance looked like an odd fashion choice of the woman but in certain light gave off a metallic glint which made Jax curious.

Both Jared and Marco noticed Jax’s interest in the choker more than the woman. Jared chuckled as Marco looked at Jax with slightly more interest than before. Finally Jared spoke “you keep surprising me Jax …. I thought you to be a common thug before but you definitely do have keen senses …. Even Mr. Marco seems impressed with you and he isn’t easily impressed!”

Jax felt slightly uncomfortable as he was not used to the scrutiny like this. Jared continued as the woman quietly left without even saying a word or even seeming like she had heard them talk “the choker is an invention of sorts by Mr. Marco …. It’s whole lot of mambo-jumbo I don’t fully understand so if you are interested do talk to him about it. All you need to know is …. It helps him keep the women docile and obedient to him” Jax nodded not fully grasping what he had heard though he doubted Jared himself really knew what Marco had made.

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The rest of the evening went smoothly until Jax and Eva returned home pretty much in the middle of the night well past midnight. Eva had changed back into her own clothes which Jax could see still bothered her how she had picked slightly more revealing ones at the urging from Jax.

When they returned home Eva went to shower and as Jax sat on the bed. The bed groaned as the springs in the mattress adjusted to his weight. Jax was about to fall back into the mattress to rest his eyes a little when in the mirror across the room he noticed a glint of sorts. Curious he looked again and it was then that he noticed a very small camera hidden just above the curtain rod. His paranoia kicked in instantly as he wondered who in his life was out to get him. But finding no one significant as he wracked his mind he felt slightly stumped.

He spent the next ten or so minutes ransacking the whole room only to find another camera hidden pointed at the bed. Now this felt strange to him. If the purpose was to spy on him then one camera would have sufficed but the other one aimed at the bed gave Jax instant suspicion about who the cameras belonged to. He knew only one person who had access to the room and was interested in watching such a thing; he needed to have a chat with Erik and he needed to keep this quiet from Eva for now.

TBC…

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The Queen’s Chastity

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A queen is kept in chastity and performs her marital duties for the king, ritually, using a harem girl as a conduit. This is a real short one: 1k words, very dark content rating.

Content warnings/tags: involuntary chastity; religious abuse; heresy/sacrilege.

A short record of the sacred religious practices of the royal family of Astardia, a small European country neighboring Greece, as observed by a monk who visited the court in 1805 during the rule of King Constantine.

The Kingdom of Astardia was widely regarded as a paganist nation by its neighbors for its queer religious fashions, which often strayed far from scripture in ways that most good Christian nations would regard as tantamount to sacrilege.

King Constantine was notable even in Astardian history for his powerful religious fervor and strange holy devotions. Most memorable among his habits was his insistence that his wife, Queen Philippa, maintain a vow of chastity even within the bounds of their marriage; he was of the stated opinion that his wife was a living vessel of the Holy Mary, and that to foul her body with the base acts required of reproduction would be an act of blasphemy.

Instead, he maintained a small harem of pseudo-wives who served the role of physical conduit for marital activities.

While visiting the court, this author was privileged enough to be permitted to witness a ceremonial engagement between King Constantine and Queen Philippa with the assistance of one of these pseudo-wives.

First, the Queen was cleansed, which this author was invited to safranbolu escort observe. The pseudo-wives, who also served as her maid-servants, undressed her and removed the metal belt that served as safeguard of her holy womb; under their watchful eye, she was carefully washed in a luxurious bath of heated water scented with crushed rose petals and peach blossoms.

They paid especial attention to the parts of her that had been secured behind the belt, caressing her there with soft fingers until the Queen was in an agony of ecstasy, crying out to the glory of God as she suffered her abstinence in His name. Her wrists were chained to a strong ring installed on the rim of the tub to prevent her from spoiling herself by her own hand.

When this author inquired as to the purpose of such treatment, the pseudo-wives assured him that it was necessary both for health and for the ceremony. If the Queen were not in some way participating in the act, it could hardly be called a proper marriage bed; this preparation ensured her enthusiasm.

Once Queen Philippa was thus induced to engagement, and once she had been well-dried and locked safely back in her chastity device, she was brought to the ceremonial chambers. One of the pseudo-wives–a beautiful young thing, also freshly bathed, and entirely naked–climbed on top of the Queen, laying so that their bosoms were pressed together, their womanhoods separated only by the metal shield of the belt. The Queen writhed under the girl as if attempting some unnatural sakarya escort sapphic copulation; this author was assured that the Queen held no such inclinations and that her excitement should be viewed in the same light as any devoted wife awaiting her husband’s attentions.

The King joined them then. He began by touching the body of the pseudo-wife, stroking her soft curves and dipping his fingers between her legs. As he did, he looked down into his wife’s eyes and praising her beauty and healthful figure as if it were she that he touched.

It became clear then to this author how they could call this a ceremonial engagement, rather than simply an act of infidelity: Queen Philippa responded exactly as if she were, in truth, being touched by her husband, her body alight with the flames of passion as she undulated and cried out, pleading for her husband to claim his marriage-rights.

The King dutifully obeyed his wife, piercing the harem girl’s quim with his manhood, all the while staring down into the eyes of Queen Philippa as her frantic gaze, in turn, was fixed on him. In truth, they made love to each other, using the third party as only a vessel; untouched, the Queen was so enflamed as to be rocking and exclaiming at the top of her voice, as if it were her own body which he seeded rather than a conduit’s.

The pseudo-wife, for her part, remained very quiet, but seemed not to suffer from the use. This author witnessed her several times rubbing her most sensitive parts into the metal of the Queen’s chastity belt as the King thrust into her, bringing herself to the peak of pleasure twice in the course of the ritual, as was clear from the trembling of her body, although she muffled her voice both times in the Queen’s heaving bosom.

When the act was done and the pseudo-wife was properly fertilized, the Queen continued to cry out and plead for satisfaction. This author was assured that this was typical of the ceremony, as the Queen found her Holy suffering to be most acute at these times; and no wonder, having just felt the caress of hands upon her and then experienced the pleasures of the marriage-bed, only to witness her conduit finding the release that her flesh no doubt craved.

To calm her, a fine velvet hood was placed over her head which had sewn into it a pattern of holy crosses, to soothe her mind with thoughts of Christ and her own divinity. This was apparently quite effective, as she quieted after a while, and was left in peace to recover herself.

It is a matter of record that King Constantine sired well over a dozen children in this way; however, despite the great care taken in his ceremonial engagements, the legitimacy of the children was always in question. Shortly after this author’s visit, King Constantine’s Court was quite destabilized by the arguments over whom among them could inherit.

Ultimately, it was of no consequence, as Astardia was conquered and absorbed into a neighboring nation before the end of King Constantine’s rule. Constantine himself was killed; Queen Philippa most likely shared his fate, but there are some rumors that she was sent to a nun’s convent instead, to live out the remainder of her divine life in peace, as it was found that the chastity belt that had been installed on her could not be removed without the key which had been lost in the conquering.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Sara’s perspective

Oh no…

I knew it was because of my commission, even though I had not believed it, not truly, not before. But when Lara had gone as if to strike the Fae, to get between them and their prey, I had not been able to stop her.

“Lara! Lara!”

My words fell on deaf ears as Lara shifted her weight, grunting and groaning, looking down at her chest as if in confusion. It was as if she realised what was happening to her and her body at exactly the same moment that I did — and that may well too have been because of my commission, the story that I’d wanted written.

Why had I ever said that I wanted it to be a reality?

“Unff… What…”

Lara looked down at her chest, her hands shaking as she reeled, rubbing her skin, the nipples thickening up and showing through her shirt as it strained and strained and strained. The shape of her nipples led the charge as she grabbed at her tits, all red in the face with tears threatening, but I didn’t know what to do to help her, not as her shirt started to strain and rip, tearing slowly along the seams.

And there was me, helpless, turned on and hot under the collar, wanting to do something but unable to stop the course of my creation. I didn’t know what to do, watching in horror as they grew, ripping through.

She screamed and I wasn’t quick enough, even though I knew that the Fae would make it even worse for Lara if she fought back. Guilt twisted in my stomach, yet it was as if I was a passenger to my own fantasies, hungry for it and not really knowing what to do, how to take the transformations for myself.

I almost threw myself in front of the strike, yet I stumbled. I don’t think, even afterwards, anyone even noticed. For it was not as if Lara was spared or saved.

Lara whimpered and parted her lips, yet I did not catch what she said, not with blood roaring in my ears. She tried to press her breasts back down as another flash of light leapt from the Fae’s fingertip as I watched, transfixed.

But I didn’t think it would go that far, not as Lara cried out, at last, for real help, her fingers soft and wobbly, weakening and flopping about as if they had no substance left to them at all.

Almost like they were becoming…

“Oh…”

I didn’t want to think that far, grabbing her arm as I dug my fingers into it, but only felt light softness. Lara wobbled and slumped to the ground, steadied, kind of, against the sofa, though I didn’t think that she really felt me there, trying to hold her up. I lifted her arm, a part of me no longer caring if anyone saw me and thought that I was acting strangely, for there seemed to be no strength in her arm at all, not anymore. It hung, noodle-like and limp, and her legs didn’t seem to have much substance to them either, fat and lumpy, bags of flesh.

I sucked in a breath, her shirt hanging open roughly across her newly exposed chest, knowing that I should not have stared. Yet shrieks and gasps broke Lara’s lips as her arms and legs, all in perfect tandem shrank down and down and down, almost making a “sucking” noise with how swiftly they slurped right back up into her body. Yet all that flesh had to go somewhere, even if it was, seemingly, something straight out of one of my fantasies, the points of her arms and legs, where they would have connected to her body, before, blooming up thick and full.

Into breasts. Her limbs… No, she didn’t have limbs! Her shirt caught under a breast on her chest, so huge that it had to be uncomfortable as the fabric dug into the underside, and I snapped into action. Well, the kind of action that was a little performative, for I wanted to be there too, hands fluttering around her, acting like Lara as, well, I wanted to be respectful of her and her space.

I didn’t want to touch her, not when her body was turning into breasts…

Oh, but I so very badly wanted to touch her too. refahiye escort My body burned as I tugged at her shirt and watched the Fae smirk, the transformation progressing, the swollen breasts growing and growing and growing at her arms and legs.

It was hard to help her stay upright, even with jealousy twisting around my heart. I tried to grab her sides, but the huge tits on her chest made even that difficult. I wanted to feel the pulsing, throbbing tit-flesh, yet Lara had not consented to my fantasies! I wanted it more, so much more, even more than Ciri’s deviously feline fate, transformed into a mountain lion and quivering back in the corner.

“Lara… Oh… Lara…”

Words streamed forth under my breath, but there was nowhere, not truly, for them to go. I grasped at her weakly, using what was left of her shirt to try and hoist her upright, but the squishy breasts tickling out from her shoulders made that even more difficult. Propping her up like an object was really the best I could do, but I was still left with the aching heat of her, her body so much hotter than usual, in my palms.

Sensation was king and I couldn’t make anything of it, reflexively clenching and unclenching my hands from fists. Yet her legs shrinking had another effect — shrunken but fat. Her arm-tits were free, kind of, but her trousers still bulged tightly around the breasts that her legs were becoming. For a small breast, of course, could have fit into the leg of each pair of pants, but, well…any more than that, hm…

Oh, how I wished it was me, even as Lara whimpered, eyes wide, the trouser leg tightening increasingly around her growing breasts.

“No… Please…”

I didn’t know what she was begging for and, again, I went for her hand to comfort her. If only it was me instead of her, if only I had been quick enough to get in front of the strike. And yet I hungered for all that was happening to her too, the bulging ripples in her body, how what flesh I could see looked like something was moving under it, pushing out through the skin. It didn’t seem to hurt her, however, and there were no little bone cracks like what had happened to Ciri.

“It’s okay, Lara, I’m going to, I’m going to try to help…”

Yet I didn’t know if I could, for it was not as if Lara had permitted me to touch her, not like that. But there was so much spilling tit-flesh everywhere, one of her arm-breasts growing to the size of a football, the nipple poking me in the arm… I just couldn’t help accidentally touching her all the time!

I strained at her pant legs, ripping them, fingers digging in. But my eyes glanced between her and the Fae, even as the breasts thickened up more and more and more. Her trousers were still on, around her waist, but I’d managed to tear the thinner fabric, to do the best that I could before it got too bad. Taking her trousers off just seemed wrong, even then.

Maybe there was no “right” thing left for me to do.

Lara twitched to the side and I tried to shoulder her gently back into place, without touching her too much. Just how would Lara react though if I grabbed the breasts, digging my fingers into them, that bulged out of her shoulders? It would be the best place to hold onto her, but she’d think I was a freak!

But poor Lara… I was envious of her, that was true, but nervous bustled and churned in the pit of my stomach. For something to do, while Lara bore through the itching, aching stretch of her breast transformation, I got back down to work at the legs of her pants, her underwear sticking up above the waistline of her trousers. If I could just a little more, even though the fabric was reinforced around the crotch…maybe I could make things just a little bit easier for her…

Yet I was not to know what was going to happen to Lara next, what would have me sitting back on my butt, dumbfounded, in horror, gaping. Even Ciri would not have known what to do to help, if she had been in any kind of position to do so. It had always been, in our lives before, Ciri who could leap into action, the one who could always find a way out of things.

Her face darkened in odd patches — not too far removed from her natural skin colour. And a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, for it had all been pulled from the fantasy of my commission, after all, told me what was happening. Even if I could not put it into words, propping Lara up with a little less reyhanlı escort care for touching her breasts. As much as those were still growing, fattening up and bulging out, there was something far more intoxicating for me to focus on.

Yet…I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Lara was too overcome, perhaps, with the loss of her limbs, wriggling and squirming, her lips apart, though a strangled, gagging noise came forth.

Of course, however, Lara had to see sooner or later, for her tongue was thickening up, wiggling and waggling back and forth in her mouth, as it lost the curve and the flexibility. She gagged and moaned around it and my hands reached for her, not knowing what to do, how to comfort her.

“Aghhhh! Nnngghhh!”

Her groans changed as her lips fattened up, squeezing in closer and closer together until they could not help but seal over. Yet there was still that bulging shape, the flesh that was drawn from within her mouth, to tease forth, even as they fused. For it had to have somewhere to go and I swallowed as I licked my lips, my tongue moving around my mouth and running around my teeth.

The moment was what I yearned for, what I craved, unable to tear my eyes away from Lara’s face. I wanted those for myself, the throbbing bulge of what her mouth had been aching out and out and out. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch my mouth and lips, but I was transfixed by hers, eyes travelling up to Lara’s.

For something was wrong there, even as she wiggled, but her voice had been taken from her as a humungous horse cock forced its way from her mouth, bulging out into a shape that was more familiar to me. There was even a faint outline of a medial ring and a fatter, flatter flared head growing too, the heat of my arousal pounding within me.

Her eyelids though… There was something wrong with them, seeming heavier, pulling together.

Oh…

I couldn’t moan aloud, though I didn’t want to scare her either, not as her eyeballs seemed to fuse, changing colour. How much could she see? It was hard to see by the horse cock bobbing from her mouth, but they seemed to be melding together slowly… Or more that the lower lids were becoming sacks, heavier and fuller by the second, though that was just due to my knowledge as to what was happening.

Oh, but I wanted it too… I wanted to lunge for her, to grasp those tiny but growing balls below her eyes — one pair below each one, tugging and pulling uncomfortably at her skin as they grew.

“Nnngggghhh, mmmmph!”

Poor, poor, Lara… She didn’t know what she was going through, blinded slowly, her mouth silenced. But for her groans, of course. They were greatly muffled as something happened to her mouth inside, perhaps fusing completely closed so that she did not even need to swallow anymore, though my guts twisted.

Ah, jealousy was a wanton beast. I gulped, glancing at the Fae. Even then, I was tempted to ask the Fae, for I knew what they could do, to transform me too — but I had to be there for Lara! And for Ciri too! Though Lara’s transformation was terribly worse for her, broken, heaving, grunting and groaning, her words silenced while she slowly lost her vision too.

Her lower lip, or the flesh that would have been there, spilt down, my fingers twitching. I wanted them, all of them, all over my face — more horse cocks and balls than that! Oh, but maybe I was greedy, so very greedy, wanting something that so many in the world would have hated, would have been terrified of. And that was why it should always have been me and not Ciri or Lara, or anyone else for that matter, who transformed.

I think my decision was made, even then. But Lara’s transformation still had to play out, forcing me to hold back every drop of desire I had in me, though I was lucky, even then, that Ciri was not looking at me. Even the Fae had their eyes fixed on Lara, all so they could see just how her transformation progressed, everything in effect despite what Lara wanted. There was no way for her to escape and she could only let it all play out, enduring, her breath catching. Somehow, she still had nostrils, though they were tiny in comparison to the monstrous beast of a glorious horse cock bursting from her lips, her eyes swollen into cock-like shapes too by that point.

Ugh, but the balls weren’t sitting right either! All I wanted to do was to fuss with them, to let them hang and settle rize escort more comfortably for her, for the wrinkling folds of skin were not quite right, even as they filled out. But I didn’t want to scare her — and it was all my fault that it was happening to her, after all. If I could have taken it all instead of her, I would have, wincing a little, though no one noticed the twitch in my face. I could probably have been full-on masturbating and moaning and no one would have seen still, focusing entirely on Lara, the subject of the Fae’s magic.

Yet Lara squirming, oh… Oh, to be like her, a prisoner in her own form. For it was how all the transformations came together that was the most beautiful thing, the wobbling horse cocks swelling from her face, flexing as they filled out, her eyes blinded completely… Without her limbs, Lara had become merely a sexual object, the breasts on her chest larger and heavier, rounding out like exercise balls, though they almost seemed to be a passing thought in the grand scheme of things.

Trapped… Unable to escape… Not able to see or taste or do anything at all. Movement was denied to Lara, perhaps able to wobble and jostle herself around, but no more than that. Maybe she would get pleasure from her breasts, for there was no telling, to me, just how sensitive they were.

And I would have loved it dearly too, if that had been me. I would have let it roll over me, even if it was scary — even terrifying. I could admit it too, even as I watched pre-cum bead at the heads of the cocks, the ones bulging from her eyes leaving nothing behind, just smooth, throbbing cock-flesh. There were a few mottled splotches on them too, but it was the achingly beautiful form that I loved the most, wanting them for my own.

If I had more than enough pleasure to distract myself… Yes, I could very happily exist as an orgasm machine for the rest of my life, my breasts aching, tingling, taking in every light sensation that throbbed through me. The cocks would jet off, painting me and my body in cum, spurting everywhere — oh, but I’d definitely want more of them than just the three! So many cocks all over and breasts too that there was no space at all elsewhere for the rest of my flesh, not in any way, shape or form.

If I was going to be transformed, after all, I’d want to go all the way. There would be no holding back for me, even asking the Fae to transform me, knowing that every spell that they cast was like a curse, something that could never again be reversed.

Lara made me hungry for more, wanting my eyes to be lost too, the bulging orbs to transcend into something more too, something even better than something that could see. To hell with sight, I didn’t need that. I wouldn’t need that, no, not if I was bold enough and brave enough to leap into the unknown, to well and truly let my fantasies rage and reign wild and free.

Sometimes, even for me, that was the hardest thing of all.

And then, Lara finally orgasmed. The beading, throbbing drops of pre-cum suddenly bloomed, fountaining from her mouth-cock first and then the fully-formed ones taking the place of her eyeballs. Cum splattered in long, heady spurts, making me gasp, reeling back, marvelling at just how voluminous it was. I could barely believe it and I had to bite my tongue, wanting to leap in and let it flow through my fingers.

And I almost, even then, asked the Fae to do the same to me. Not because I wanted to take any attention from the others, not because I wanted to do the right thing, but because I wanted it for myself, greedy and lusty and aching with raw, wanton need. I had not even known, quite honestly, that it was possible to feel that needy, but I felt it then, watching her, desire rising inside me.

I had not known what was going on with Ciri, of course, despite my initial suspicions. But with Lara it was different. I understood that there were no limitations at all to the transformations, as cum dripped down her tits from the cocks jetting off, forced into desire, into arousal, her body and mind rebelling against what could only be considered inevitable.

Yet it was up to me to try to change the course of things, to try to help. Being debilitated, like that, like Lara had been, could not be the first thing that I asked for, drawing the Fae’s attention to me for better reasons. Because maybe, just maybe, there was a way for me to make things better, to appeal to their better natures — the natures that loved having a willing human to play with and use their magic on, toying with a human’s form.

Maybe my friends weren’t doomed…if I doomed myself.

I would help as much as I could. And I already knew what to ask for.

I just had to get the order right, all with the Fae’s whims at play…

Continued in part six…

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Full Summary: Pissed at Valen for sneakily moving out of his home, and costing him the lost earnings from not being able to whore her out anymore, Darrin decides to get his revenge on his daughter. He would get one last pay out from her, and he knew just who to call…

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Author’s Note: This is a spin off from the Not What It Seems storyline. It is also a brief spoiler/teaser to what’s to come in the next chapter…kind of. That’s all I’ll leave you with in regards to that. Please read the note at the end of the story for more to the update.

Disclaimer: No one in this story is real, none of the characters are in any way based off of real people, no one was hurt in the writing of this. It is not based off of any real events that I know of.

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Knocking her out from behind, Darrin made sure that by the time Valen blinked her eyes open, her wrists were tied together to a length of rope that disappeared over the edge of the bed where it was tied to the frame. Only her legs were free, but nestled down between them was her father’s friend, Ted, who had never been quiet about his desire to keep her to himself. His mouth was moving over the swell of one breast while the hand he wasn’t bracing himself with was molding the other into his palm.

She couldn’t properly call out or say anything, she realized, because just as when he paid to fuck her, Ted had put a breathable ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered behind the gag when his fingers pinched and rolled her already peaked nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.

“My girl’s finally awake.” The words sounded relieved, but more from impatience than concern. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to consummate our relationship without you.” He nuzzled between her breasts with a pleased sigh. “I’m sorry it had to happen this way baby, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Valen shook her head and tried to squirm away from his touch but he softly ‘shhh’d her while his hand abandoned her tit to gently but firmly grip her chin.

“Don’t be like that Valie.” He pleaded. “Have I ever been cruel to you? Haven’t I always gotten you off?” He let go of her chin to stroke her cheek. “Now that we’re together I’ll take care of everything else, too.” He saw the confusion in her eyes and smiled as he kissed over her collar bone. “Your dad finally agreed to let me buy you sweetheart. Only down side is that he gets to watch me lay my claim on you, but you’re worth it.” He nuzzled between her breasts with a pleased sigh. “So, so worth it.”

Valen shook her head, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to jostle him off her, only to have him push her body down further into the bed.

“None of that now Valie,” he chided gently, his hand brushing down her body.

From his spot near the door, in the chair he had moved into the room so he could enjoy the show, Darrin scoffed. “You’re too damn soft on her,” he paused to take a pull from his beer, “I told you the bitch needs a firm hand. You’ve seen it for yourself.”

Ted turned an irritated glare on his friend. “And I just paid you for her, she’s mine now. Which means it’s time for her to learn things my way, and what she can expect with me. You’re already getting to watch me claim my property, don’t think you have any say in her training anymore.”

There was a strange warmth coiling in her belly from the way Ted spoke of her. It scared her that she actually seemed to enjoy the way he spoke down to her father while speaking as if she were nothing more than an object. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was it turning her on to be so dehumanized by this man?

“You haven’t left yet,” Darrin pointed out with a smug smirk, “I can take back the deal.”

“You won’t though.” Ted turned his eyes back to Valen, who had been watching the interaction with a confused mind. His words were directed at Darrin as his hands began exploring her body again. “No one else would pay what you asked, because none of the others want her as bad as I do.” One of his hands reached between her legs and used the embarrassingly plentiful proof of her arousal to lube his fingers before his coated digits slipped inside.

Valen’s head pushed back into the pillow as Ted’s fingers explored her well-trained, already soaked pussy. The circles his thumb was rubbing over her clit, making her moan through the gag; he favored this specific gag because it limited her ability to hide her moans from him. He smirked when her pussy opened to his fingers.

“Why are you fighting me so hard Valie? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely started.” Ted added a third digit, pumping them slowly while ensuring they rubbed over that place inside of her that felt different from the rest. “You could make this so much easier on yourself if you just let yourself relax for once.”

“She’s too damn stubborn. I told you. You should’ve let me force some booze down her throat or something.”

“No.” The tone was biting as he scissored his pendik escort fingers inside of his prize, drawing more unwilling moans from her. “Her body needs to stay clean so it has an easier time taking the pregnancy.”

The words were a harsh cut through the daze she could feel herself slowly slipping into. Pregnancy!?

She rushed out a series of ‘no’s as clearly as she could behind the gag and tried to move her hips away, but his fingers hooked inside of her and made her go still with a surprised yelp behind the gag. She focused on Ted, and found him staring at her with the dark look he got when she pushed the wrong buttons. What little bit of fight she had melted away from fear of earning finger shaped bruises on her throat.

“Do you know how many times I begged and tried to bribe your dad to let me have you?” Ted asked, the question rhetorical due to the gag preventing Valen from responding properly, as he sat up and smoothed his dry palm over her flat stomach. “How many deals I offered to feel your naked walls massaging my cock instead of a rubber? How much I offered to be able to force you to carry my baby?” He moved his hand to her lower abdomen and looked at her with an even darker, excited gaze. “Tonight…I finally get what I want. What else did you think I meant by laying my claim Val? Once I put my baby in you no one’s going to want you, you’ll have no choice but to accept this is the way things are now.”

Valen shook her head, much slower, her eyes begging him to stop as she whimpered softly behind the gag. Though, she didn’t know if the whimpers were from fear…or the unexpected rush of arousal flooding her senses. Why was it turning her on to think of herself being forced to carry this man’s child? Why was this entire scenario not scaring her more than she knew it should? She had always hated having her choices taken from her, but right now it seemed…inviting, and so much simpler, to let it happen.

Everyone always wanted to make her choices for her, and fighting it had never helped her any, so why did she keep it up? Maybe… Maybe they all knew something she didn’t…? What if Jeremy was wrong and she really was nothing but a dumb slut?…It would explain why she was more turned on than afraid right now, even though the man that creeped her out the most was about to possibly plant his child in her womb.

Though she wasn’t in the middle of her peak fertility time, she was close enough that she knew it was still a risky time. There was a high chance Ted would succeed in impregnating her tonight, and there was quite literally nothing she could do to stop this from happening.

“I really wish I could feel your arms around me Valie, but I know you understand why it has to be like this for now.” His words, as well as his fingers easing out of her, brought her back to the moment. “Maybe if you show me you can behave, I won’t have to keep you tied up. I hate the thought of your wrists being sore all the time.”

Valen was paralyzed from a mixture of conflicting emotions and thoughts as she watched Ted spread her own juices over his cock. She would never admit the excitement she felt as he guided his cock to her entrance, lubed up with the arousal he pulled from her, and sank inside.

She gasped behind the gag when his swollen cockhead scraped against her walls as he sheathed his entire length fully inside of her, bareback. It was the most intimate connection the two had ever shared, and somehow it took her attention away from how wrong this was. Feeling every ridge and vein of his thick length was a sensory overload that had her walls squeezing and fluttering around her supposed new owner in an accepting embrace. She couldn’t stop the surprised moan that followed as he settled his crotch flush against hers, his cockhead kissing her cervix.

“Oh Valie,” Ted moaned as he stroked his hand along her side, “you’re so warm and soft inside. Fuck me, this is…” He lowered his mouth to her jaw and kissed along it to her neck. “even better…than I expected…”

His hips drew back before he inched back in, groaning as her pussy accepted him more easily. “How does it feel for you baby? Doesn’t it feel great to not have that damn rubber in the way?”

She hated to agree with him, but it did feel more intense, more intimate for his naked cock to be stroking inside her. It was stimulating her body in ways she hadn’t thought possible with sex, and it was Ted giving it to her.

Ted, who had paid for her virginity when she turned 18, and shown her the same night what it was like to be thoroughly used. Not Jeremy, who had shown her what a loving touch was. Ted, who had popped a Viagra that first night and taken his time, taking out on her the years he had wanted to fuck her. He had only stopped that night when he was exhausted, not when she had begged him to.

The difference between then and now, was that he was finally pertek escort getting to feel those warm, velvety walls pulling at his cock when he withdrew, as well as the loving squeezes when he sank back in. The gag keeping her from properly crying out and begging him to stop was an added bonus, though she didn’t seem to need it judging by the noises he was getting from her. He couldn’t wait to take that gag out and hear her unrestricted moans, but they had a bit to go before she earned that trust.

“You were fucking made for me Valie.” He looked at her as he drew back and forth slowly, but sank deep each time, enjoying the little nasal gasps from Valen each time his cockhead kissed her cervix. “Made for my cock…made for my children… You just need to learn your place baby, that’s all.”

Valen’s head was swimming with confusion, pleasure, and so many other things she could hardly think straight. All she could focus on was the slow and intimate way he took her, and the way his hands roamed and caressed her body, covering her with his touch. It made her feel owned and possessed…and made it even hotter for her to have him in control of her like this. Her body always warmed so much quicker to him than the others, and as his sensual movements continued her internal struggles weakened as her body opened more to him in a silent surrender.

Ted caressed her side with a pleased moan as he felt her body give way to his claim. “Yes,” he praised her, “that’s my girl, open up to me Valie. Let me show you how good it can be if you be good for me.”

Valen’s back arched a little when he adjusted his angle and added more pressure to his slow thrusts, making her toes curl as his cock stroked her g spot. She moaned, partially muffled by the gag, as her thighs squeezed at his hips when he drew them up there. When he leaned down and closed his mouth over her nipple, his tongue teasing the hardened peak, her walls clenched tightly on his invading cock. The hand at her side stroked down her thigh until he could draw it up higher as he began to rock into her more quickly now that she seemed to have given up to him.

“You’re learning baby,” he praised her, his mouth barely leaving her breast, “keep going angel, you’re making me so happy right now.” He gave an elated moan when her hips began rising to meet his. “Yes Valie,” he half praised, half encouraged, “move against me…just like that.”

Darrin was shocked to watch his daughter give in so quickly compared to the fight he expected his friend to have. It was like Ted had found some secret code to unlock Valen, who was usually creeped out by him until he got her going. Darrin could tell she was tugging at the rope, but, judging by the way she was fucking Ted back as best as she could, he didn’t think it was to get away. He would even feel confident enough to say she wouldn’t run at this point even if the rope wasn’t there.

Valen herself could hardly understand why the man she usually couldn’t stand was lighting fires she hadn’t felt with him before. He never made her burn from the inside out like this. He could never make her wet until he started getting under her skin, yet earlier she was soaked before he even began. Her body was responding to him in ways that would’ve confused her if she really tried to think on them. But for now, she was occupied by how right it felt to go along with this..how badly she wanted to touch and hold onto the man dominating her body…how badly she wanted him to succeed in making her the mother of his child.

Ted though, wasn’t surprised by how she opened to him. He had picked up on her submissive behavior ages ago, and was finally pulling all the moves he could now that she was his. He was grateful for the rough behavior Darrin put her through, it helped prime her to respond to his own gentle and loving touch. Once Ted had her under his thumb he would be able to mold her into the perfect little housewife, perfect for baring and raising his children. The thought of his child, healthy, thriving in her swollen belly, eventually nursing milk from her heavy breasts, brought him to leaking heavily inside of her when his balls drew against his body.

“I’m so close Valie,” he panted softly as he abandoned her breast to look down at her, “are you ready baby? Ready for my…my claim? Are you ready to be a mommy?”

She should have shaken her head from side-to-side to say no. Instead, she nodded quickly, excited at the thought of someone finally placing such a deep and intimate claim in her body. Her deeply rooted breeding kink, borderline a fetish, was intoxicated at the idea of a life possibly being started inside of her. Even more so with the knowledge that it really wouldn’t matter if she said no. Not with Ted; he was in charge. If he got her pregnant, she would never be free of him. With the rush of arousal the knowledge brought, she realized she wanted him to trap her and force her to pınarhisar escort accept being sold off.

Some weird, deeply hidden part of her absolutely bloomed at the idea of not being able to make her own choices anymore. At least Ted wouldn’t let any other men touch her, and he wouldn’t be cruel to her as long as she could behave. Jeremy wasn’t a part of her thoughts, though he should have been. All she could think about was how good and thoroughly used Ted always left her feeling. He had been the one to show her she liked that, she could never forget if. Even if Jeremy could use her, in the back of her mind she would have Ted to thank for knowing what she liked.

She was tied to him no matter what, no matter who she was with, he was the one that could better take care of her.

In a sign of full submission to him, Valen squeezed her walls even tighter as she moved her hips more desperately against Ted’s thrusts, barely muffled moans sounding out through the ball gag. She felt his thrusts falter, heard his breath hitch, and let him hear her encouraging moans as she bucked against him. She met his eyes with a pleading stare as her pussy squeezed tightly again, her moans eager now.

She was begging for his seed… His new little wife was urging him, in every way but verbal, to give her his claim!

Thrilled by her progress, fueled by the rush of her wanting him to fill her with the intent of giving her his child, Ted erupted. There were stars in his vision as he shoved deep, coating her spasming walls and cervix with his potent seed in thick spurts that Valen swore she could feel in her soul. Her name was a chat on his lips as he rutted down inside of her, reveling in the knowledge that she had begged for this in the most beautiful, non-verbal way she could have.

Beneath him, Valen was rapidly approaching her own orgasm, and each hot spurt, each rutting grind of his hips against hers, fulfilled something deep and primal that exploded within her in response. The first jet of cum had triggered an involuntary gasp that was followed by a cry through the gag as she followed him over the edge into an intense orgasm. She moaned through the gag, from the feeling of his hot semen coating her walls, and from Ted forcing his over sensitive cock to fuck it even deeper. She was lost in her mind as he brought her pleasure to new heights by driving into her with their mutual purpose, her breeding kink feeling fully satisfied for once as the warmth of Ted’s claim spread.

Ted was in heaven as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, shaking as they pulled him flush against her, seating him deep within her as the last of his release oozed from the tip of his still swollen cock. He settled down above her, weighing her down with his body and sealing his heavy release inside of her. He took great pride in the mess he could feel between them. A hand went behind her head, to undo the strap to the gag and pull it away, letting it drop somewhere unimportant as he tenderly kissed the red pressure marks on her cheeks.

“My Valie, you’ve made me so happy,” he praised between peppered kisses over her soft skin, “surrendering yourself to me. It’s so much better when you stop fighting, isn’t it baby?” His palm smoothed down her side as she tugged at the ropes again, her hands aching to touch him.

Valen nodded quickly and emphasized her agreement by squeezing extra tightly around him for a moment. She felt an unfamiliar bit of pride herself at the strangled groan she caused by squeezing his over sensitive cock. Then again, just about everything she was feeling for him was unfamiliar right now, saved for her enjoyment of how he always weighed her down with his body after.

That had always been a guilty pleasure of hers, as it left her feeling like he was making sure she stayed focus on him after her conquered her body. She had no idea how right her assumption was, and that it was his not wanting her mind to wander away from the mindset she always fell into with him no matter how hard she tried to fight in. An odd thrill went through her at the idea of being a slave to him, constantly trapped in this submissive, eager to be used mindset. Would he ever give her a break? Or would he truly use her to his heart’s desire, only letting her rest when he himself couldn’t go on?

How many times had he promised to keep her full of his cock? To turn her into a “good little cock warmer”? To put her on any surface, any time he wanted to, even if someone else was around? Thoughts of that becoming her life kept her body from calming down as she laid beneath him, moving her head for him as he kissed at her neck. If anything, the thoughts of being owned by him made her grow more excited.

It was getting harder to remember what had bothered her about him as he surrounded her.

He hadn’t been cruel — as long as she behaved — and he always left her satisfied, even when he was just seeking his own pleasure. And she knew if she let this “sale” happen, she would be in much better hands than with her father. She didn’t know enough about Jeremy to know if he could treat her better, and Ted wanted her bad enough to pay for her. That should have grossed her out or scared her, but currently it left her feeling more wanted and desired than she had before. It made her decision a lot easier.

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I was in for quite a long day, but settled on slipping a black lacy thong on. I would be seeing my man later and wanted to give him a full day of pussy. He loves to smell my panties and the longer I wear them, the better.

There was no question he would send me something erotic at some point that day. Porn, a fantasy, a picture of his cock. Something would come my way that would get me going, making those panties wet and full of my scent.

My team just started heading back to the office a couple of times a month and today was one of my days to go in. There is this really delicious twenty something that gets me going. I find I dress a little extra when I know he’s going to be there. He’s got great eyes, strong build, and has a real sexual energy about him. My man always encourages me to make a move. He wants to watch this young buck bend me over a desk, gripping my throat, with my skirt up around my waist and panties pulled to the side. The office space is open concept, which adds a really fucking hot element to the whole idea of it.

I’m all aroused thinking of this fantasy, rushing around to get dressed and gather my things for my rendezvous later on. I decide on a short black and white tweed skirt, with a black ribbed three quarter sleeved top. The skirt is just long enough to be “office appropriate” and the top hugs me right. The square neck plus the black lace bra I’m wearing sets off my tits nicely. I doll up my hair and face, add a gold watch and hoops, and a pair of black heels. I take a peek in the mirror, reaching my hand up my skirt. My panties are already a little damp. Perfect.

Once I get to the office, I pick a workstation close to the window, kind of tucked away so I can get a little privacy. Working in an open setting is great, but it can be a little distracting when you’re used to working in your own space. I spot my little work crush, if you want to call him that. I just want to fuck him, nothing else. He’s looking so good in a light pink dress shirt and grey slacks. Kid’s got style and thoughts of running my hands up that shirt while I unzip his pants and get on my knees flash before my eyes. I want to gag on his cock, coating it in my spit, taking it all the way down my throat.

I message my man and tell him he’s got a real wet pussy to look forward to, detailing a bit of my fantasy that I’m working through. Then I get on with my workday. I want to bang out my reports and get immersed in my tasks so that the day flies. I need him to play with me and distracting myself with work will make it feel like it’s going to happen a hell of a lot quicker.

A little while later I check my phone and see he’s replied with a couple of office themed porn vids, one is a gangbang and another is just a boss and employee scenario that turns into a threesome with another female assistant. Both women are wearing glasses, very similar to the style I wear. I put my phone on mute, start the gangbang vid and drop it in my lap. This way I can keep working and take glances here and there.

Being sneaky like this really turns me on, and before I know it, I’m dying for a break. Between my legs is throbbing and I keep squeezing my thighs together. I want to rub and tease myself to the point of cumming, so I decide I need to walk it off a bit. It’s a beautiful day and looking a little sunkissed later on will make me feel sexy.

I grab lunch and head down to my favourite park. There are plenty of spots to sit, and the people watching is where it’s at during lunch. I’m lucky enough to snag my usual bench and settle in. Today we’ve got some men perched up for a day of drinking, a middle aged female bootcamp, and a man and a woman trying to keep it casual. They’re having a hard time keeping their hands off of one another. She’s wearing a skirt and the idea of him sliding his hand up and giving her an ever so slight brush with his fingertips gets me going.

Once I finish eating, I still have a little time before I need to head back to the office, so I decide to snap a photo or two. My skirt is short enough while I sit and I’ll be able to adjust the hem ever so slightly to show off my panties. I cross my right leg over my left, pull at my skirt and lean back a bit into the bench. I take a pic of my right hand resting on my thick thighs with a small black lace triangle visible between them. I wish the glisten of my pussy would pick up on the camera.

I go to our messages, but before I send this, I decide to take one more. He’s going to ask for one with my legs spread, I just know it. He will be loving the idea of someone either seeing up my skirt or witnessing me take the pic for him.

I uncross my legs and spread them every so slightly apart. Enough that anyone looking over is going to get a bit of an eyeful. But not enough that I look like I’m sprawling all over the park bench. I may be a slut, but I like to be somewhat discrete. I angle the phone between my knees and click click!

First one sent. I close my eyes osmaniye escort and take in some rays while I wait for a reply. It doesn’t take long. He gives the image a heart reaction and I can see him typing … and up pops the message asking for one with my legs spread. I don’t make him wait, sending it off immediately. He goes wild via text, telling me what a good slut I am and how he cannot wait to put his face between my legs, pulling the lace to the side and giving my clit a real wet kiss. We chit chat a little more while I head back to work.

The rest of my afternoon is pretty low-key. My office heartthrob left for the day and I’m just looking to wrap this stuff up so I can be that much closer to getting plowed. I set a timer so I know I have a screen break coming and get to work finishing up the reports and sending off a few emails.

My alarm dings just as I finish up, I turn it off and spin my chair to face the window. We have the fourth floor of a building on a very busy corner, and I like to watch the hustle bustle below. For the most part, people are head’s down, on their phones, weaving around the sidewalk. But every so often, someone glances up. This gives me a naughty idea.

I scooch forward on the chair slightly and let my skirt ride up as I do, spreading my legs just slightly. Once I am confident my panties are visible, I sit and wait, watching the people down below. I look down and can see some dampness. Being so inappropriate in the workplace has me very hot and bothered. I grab my phone and take a video, first spanning the windowscape and all the people walking by, then I position it to show my bare legs and nearly all of my lace covered pussy. I ever so slightly run my fingertip up my thigh and pull at the edge of my panties, end the video and then hit send.

Just then, I cannot believe my luck! From across the street, a man looks up. He sees me and stops dead in his tracks. We lock eyes and he mouths “wow”. He’s a fucking stunner and is giving me a good stare down. I can feel my face and chest flush, and my legs are getting wet because I’ve just had a gush of juices from being so turned on. My hand is drawing small circles on my thigh and he puts his hand in his pocket, clearly to adjust himself. The eye contact is intense and really revving me up, and he’s so tuned out of what is happening around him that he nearly gets taken down by a bike courier. This interrupts the moment, he gives me a nod and a smile before he continues on his journey. I watch him as he walks away, taking in his physique and the confidence in his stride. He turns around just once and smiles when he sees I am still sitting in the same position, watching him.

I text my guy and tell him he will never believe what just happened! He will be so turned on while I suck him hard and slow and recount the events. I decide it’s time to pack up my day, so I pull my skirt down, grab my things and say goodbye to my team.

I go into the ladies, pop into the stall and begin digging around in my bag. I really should have organized myself better but I was keen to get out of that office. Between chargers, my laptop, notepads, pens, my fingers finally land on the small silky black bag I am searching for. I grip onto it, lift my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs. In the little bag, there’s a bottle of lube that I pull out and drizzle all over my fingers. I rub my fingers together for a few seconds and then bend over and spread my legs as far as my panties will allow. With my other hand I pull at my ass and slip my lubed up fingers all along the sweet crevice between my cheeks, focusing specifically on my asshole. Once I feel I’m really slippery, I grab my anal plug and lube it up, too. Hinging at my hips, I bend over and tease the plug along my ass crack, circling my hole and slowly push it in. I adore the moment of penetration: my pussy getting that first stretch and gripping a cock, my ass giving in.

My car isn’t a long walk, but I take my time. I love the feeling of my plug moving ever so slightly inside me. I can feel my asshole loosening up a little and my pussy getting wetter. My man is going to go absolutely wild when he gets his nose on them.

Before long, I’m in my car and en route for my cum filled evening. While stopped at a traffic light, I begin undoing my bra so that I can release my tits while I drive. He loves it when I’m braless, confident, with my sensitive nipples peeping through my top. I hope someone sees what I’m doing and gets turned on but I keep my eyes on the road. I slip my finger on my tits for a couple of rubs, while grinding my ass against my seat to push at my plug.

I arrive in no time, grab my things and walk in. He comes out of the bedroom, completely naked, slowly stroking his cock. I see his laptop propped up and he’s got the office assistant porn he sent me earlier going. I put my things down, walk over to him and kiss him deeply. I replace his hand with palandöken escort mine and start trailing my nails up and down his shaft. He closes his eyes and I nuzzle on his neck ever so slightly. I feel his fingers gripping at my waist, then he moves his hands up over my nipples to my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees.

Now I’ve got a thick, rock hard dick in my face. I take it in my hand and ever so slightly rub the tip along my lips. He takes it out of my hands and starts putting it all over my face: trailing along my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, on my glasses. I love it when he takes control and uses me how he pleases.

This continues until he knows I’m dying for it in my mouth. My eyes are pleading, so he tells me to open it and slowly forces himself down my throat. I want to start sucking but his hand is gripping the back of my head and I know this is how he wants it for now.

To my surprise, after a few moments of this, he tells me to get up and leads me over to the coffee table. I thought I would have been sucking him off for a good while but here I am, with my palms resting on the table, anticipating the next move. He pulls my skirt up so I am exposed and tells me to stay just like this and leaves the room. It feels like a fucking eternity! I can hear him moving around and it feels like he’s just maybe watching me, but I wait like the good girl that I am.

When he returns, he gets on his knees and starts kissing up my right calf, nuzzles in behind my knee and continues up the back of my thigh. He alternates between kisses, slight licks and bites and when he gets to that sweet spot where my ass and legs meet, I get weak in the knees. This reaction was so obvious that he grips my ass with both hands to hold me up. He continues along my ass and hovers over my pussy, breathing hot and heavy for a few breaths but then moves long to my left ass cheek and makes his way back down.

At this moment, I remember that I have the plug in my ass! I can’t believe he hasn’t noticed! The thong must be placed perfectly, I want to tell him so badly but we’ve made it this far and the anticipation is driving me wild.

He’s running his fingers up and down the back of my thighs as he kisses and nibbles his way back and forth between them. Slowly, he begins inching his fingertips closer to my ass, stroking my skin lightly. Once he reaches my cheeks, he pushes my skirt up to my hips and grabs one in each hand and pulls them apart. While he does this, he brings his face in closer and inhales my pussy. He uses his left hand to start caressing the edge of my thong, gently slipping his finger just slightly underneath. I want to grind into him with all my being, but I know better, I’ll let him tease me.

He’s started kissing my pussy through the lace, telling me how incredible I smell and asks me to detail what happened in the window earlier. As I begin to recount the events, he slips his tongue just under my panties and finally tugs at my thong to pull it to the side.

“Oh you fucking little slut!” He’s seen the plug! This really gets him going, and my pussy is being lapped at with intensity while he pushes at the plug with his index and middle finger. I’m losing myself in the sex fog but he brings me back and tells me to keep telling him about the man at the window. I feel him stand up and slip these fingers into the intense wetness between my legs, which makes me gasp and feel like I’ve lost all words. I know he’ll stop if I stop talking so I struggle through.

Fingering me perfectly, he’s teasing my g spot while also stretching me out just right. Probing me, pulling his fingers out and teasing my clit and then going back deep inside. I can feel a very strong orgasm building inside while he taps his rock hard cock against my ass. It bounces just right, which turns him on even more. He reaches around and grabs my throat with just enough force to pull my head back slightly so my back is arched.

I think about how hot it would be to be watching us and wish there was a mirror nearby. Him, totally naked, his cock wet with pre-cum. Me, bent over the coffee table, still fully dressed aside from my skirt. Envisioning this, while also experiencing it, almost sets me over the edge. My breathing is getting heavy but I manage to ask his permission to cum. He acts like he doesn’t hear me and makes me say it at least two or three more times before he says yes.

Thank god he did in that moment because I could not hold off any longer. In this position, with those fingers, I feel like the cum is shooting out of me. I can’t stop moaning, my hips are bucking. I had a lot of build up throughout the day and it feels amazing to have a release. It’s oozing down my legs and I’d put money on the fact that some of my cum sprayed on his naked thighs

He slows his fingering pace as I’m quietening down and gently pulls out of me, rearranging the lace to cover my holes. My knees palu escort are weak but I need more. I always want more.

Looking over my shoulder, I can see he’s already on the couch, with his cock in his hand, watching me with a smirk on his face. At this point in the day, I’ve had enough of wearing clothes. I pull my skirt down over my hips, reach around back and undo the zipper, wiggling it off of my body. With hips and an ass like mine, most clothes don’t just drop to the floor. Next I take my top off and once the air hits my nipples, they are rock hard. Wearing only my black thong and tits looking amazing, I feel so incredibly sexy. Before I do anything else, I pull my hair back and tie it up in a high ponytail.

I walk to the couch and stand in front of him, bringing my right foot and placing it on the couch beside his left thigh. Running my hands over my body, paying close attention to my tits and slowly making my way to my panties. Grabbing the waist band with both hands, I wedge them between my lips, so that the lace can really sop up all the juice. I pull at them for a few moments, never taking my eyes off of his. I’m huge on eye contact and he loves it. “Mmmm you dirty whore” comes out of his mouth and he nods in approval.

At this point, I am beyond ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him until he can’t take it anymore. I place my right foot back down on the floor and turn around, hinging at my hips and peeling my panties off. Bending all the way to the floor, I wiggle my ass a little and spread my legs. He’s getting a full view of my pussy glistening and swollen from all the attention he gave her and the plug still in my asshole. He pulls a little at the base of the plug and then pushes it in, doing this a few times while stroking my slit with his other finger.

We’re going to get carried away if he continues, so I pick the panties up and hand them to him. I want to put them to my nose so badly, but I offer them to my man first. He’s been so patient and I want to be his good girl.

He balls them up in his fist and as I drop to my knees. He brings the lace to his nose, deeply inhaling. I can see his cock twitch and I gently lick from the base of his shaft to the very tip. I do this a few times while he’s lost in my scent and then I take the full length of him in my mouth. The tip touches the very back of my throat and he holds my head down. This drives me crazy and he knows it. When he releases me, I gasp for air, saliva stringing from my mouth and coating him. I immediately bob down for more, hungrily slurping him up and taking his balls into my mouth.

While he’s completely drenched in spit, I gently run my nails along his sack while I suck him hard. Hearing his moans and the sounds of him smelling my panties is almost more than I can bear. I feel myself leaking onto my thighs and I want to slide him inside of me so badly. But I keep worshipping him with my tongue, watching him intently.

Taking my time with him, I slow down to alternating licks and caresses with my nails. I ask him if he’ll please let me see how good the lace smells and he eagerly puts it to my nose. I take it in while I suck and fondle. This combination is unbelievable. I think of the mirror again and how much he’d enjoy watching me at this moment.

I know how much he loves wrapping used panties around himself and stroking with them, so I gently take them out of his hand and weave them around his hard on. Now my panties are in a bunch, but in such a fun way! I slide them up and down his shaft for a few beats before I lower my mouth and tongue the head forcefully. I then slide him all the way in my mouth and now I can smell the crotch of my panties at the same time.

Digging the nails of my left hand into his thighs, I’m jerking him off with my right, sucking him and sniffing myself. It’s all so very hot and we’ve had a massive amount of build up to this moment. I can feel his cock and balls start to seize up and I know what’s about to happen any second.

Just when I think I can get a few more moments in, he grabs my ponytail and yanks my head up and jumps to his feet. Pulling my head back, he grabs his cock and I beg him for his cum. I plead, saying I’ve been such a good girl waiting all day and I need it. On my face, my glasses, in my mouth, dripping down my chin. I’m running my nails on his thighs as he’s holding my head back and he begins spraying all over me. His legs are shaking and his hips are bucking. I hold what I can in my mouth, resisting the urge to swallow, moving it around with my tongue and keeping his gaze.

The eye contact plus the cum all over me gets him good and he shoots another massive load onto my chin. It immediately starts dripping and I take one hand and rub and tweak my nipple with his fresh jizz. He’s still holding my ponytail, smiling down at me. I swallow and then lick him off of my fingers.

Completely spent, he sits back down on the couch and I plop on the floor and lean my back against it. He looks over and smiles at me. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, covered in cum and think about the beating my glasses take from all of our sex play.

He rests his hand on my head and says “fuck, you’re such a good slut”. I smile to myself and know we’ve got another round or two on the agenda tonight.

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It was a slow Friday after a dull and boring week. Anna had already finished her last class and was walking slowly among the noisy crowd that was quickly leaving college. As she crossed the intersection to the next aisle, she heard her friend Emma calling her from behind.

“Hey Freckles! Are you going home?” Emma asked.

“Yes indeed,” Anna replied.

“Any plans for tonight?” Emma asked.

” Just staying at my apartment to watch some TV,” replied Anna nonchalantly.

“Wow… Such a thrilling plan!” mocked Emma.

Anna continued walking, shrugging her shoulders. It was always the same shit every week, although she wasn’t happy with it. She always felt that boys didn’t find her attractive enough to talk to, and those who did were just losers who didn’t even have the slightest chance to invite her on any decent date.

“I have no money to go anywhere, Emma. I’d better not think about it, and Netflix is a good alternative to numb your mind when you are in my situation,” Anna explained.

Emma grabbed her lifelong friend’s shoulder and gave her a comforting hug while smiling. She cared a lot for her best friend, Anna, and wanted her to smile and enjoy. She wanted her naughty friend back from that dark gray attitude.

“How much money do you have left?” Emma asked with curiosity

“Not much. As a matter of fact, I still couldn’t pay my electricity bill. I couldn’t afford the increase in my rent as it also went higher than in previous months” complained Anna.

“Ohh, I see…. Any chance you can ask your mom to send you more money?” Emma asked

“No way! Poor mom!!! She already has three jobs and is paying a lot for my rent and tuition. She can’t take anymore,

“I’m not sure how you handle paying all your bills, going out almost every day, and buying those gorgeous clothes. Isn’t your mom in a similar situation to mine?” protested Anna, her words tinged with unmistakable envy.

Emma smiled once more. A faint blush adorned her face, though it was hardly discernible. She was correct. Anna and Emma had been childhood friends from a rural town far away. Both were children of single mothers and had been acquainted with financial constraints from a young age. However, somehow or another, Emma appeared to have recently discovered a way out of those challenges.

“Don’t give me that look. I know what you’re thinking…

“I don’t want to work as a waitress in a bar or a McDonald’s cashier, getting paid two dollars and ending up exhausted every day,” she spouted.

There was an awkward silence as both continued walking through the streets. Suddenly, Anna shot a sharp glance at Emma. It was as if something had struck her, a realization about the implications of Emma’s words.

“No way I’m getting into drug selling or something similar,” she stated. She suddenly stopped her walk and gave Emma a harsh look

“No. No… it’s nothing about that. Did you think I would ever put my best friend Freckles at risk?” Emma said with a surprised face

“Is it porn? Prostitution?” Anna wondered laughing

“Not quite like that… I’m not a prostitute!!!” Emma replied, with a bit of shame, trying to avoid getting into details.

There was another long silence, and as Anna furrowed her eyebrows, she kept guessing what all this was about. On the other hand, Emma struggled to find the best way to communicate what she wanted to say to Anna.

“Do you trust me, Freckles?” Emma said holding her hand

“Always,” Anna replied, looking at her.

“I can only say that what I have to show you has a lot of fun and excitement. I enjoy this income every time… And it pays fairly well…

“I might confess it has to do with sex, but in an anonymous and careful way. Nobody will ever know who you are. Nobody will be able to trace you to this activity. I’ve been doing this for two years and you didn’t even notice… Did you?” she revealed

Anna paused to think about it. She had always trusted her entire life to her lifelong friend Emma. There were lots of questions in her mind, but as they had already reached her apartment, she didn’t want to leave her curiosity unfulfilled. Emma was about to continue her way home and Anna wanted to solve this puzzle before she left.

Emma cut off her friends’ words “Let’s do this… I’m going to surprise you. I’ll bet you 20 dollars that you’ll love it.

“Don’t mind paying me if I’m right. You’re already broke” she proposed with a mischievous smile. It was a take-it-or-leave-it challenge.

“Wow … Are you that sure…?” Anna reacted with a surprised smile.

Anna had never seen her friend so excited and sure. There was something particularly strong behind the way her words sounded. A spark in her eyes was undoubtedly a guarantee that she meant what she was saying

Emma went directly to the point, “I will be picking you up here at 22hs tonight,

“If you decide to come with me, you’ll finally understand what this is all about”. “But…Emma…

“I don’t feel nişantaşı escort comfortable about being sexy and seducing someone… I’m not that sexy. I have no luck in sex. I don’t recall the last time I had good sex. Men have always been jerks with me,” Anna said, putting a lot of excuses in her way.

“Trust me Freckles. Calm down and trust me… ” Said Emma, stopping her from continuing her objections

There was an uncomfortable silence between them

“I’ll pick you up here at 10PM. Be sure to wear any pretty skirt of yours. Dress sexy. Prepare yourself to spend an awesome night, and leave all other things in my hands. Let me surprise you,” said Emma

“You’re nuts, ” replied Anna with a smile in her face

Emma raised her hand in the air, and Anna complied with a high-five. When she went upstairs, she opened her apartment door, leaving everything on the table as soon as she got in. Then, she lay down on her bed for a while. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, her mind lost. Her mother’s face appeared in her mind, in front of her, as she felt some hesitation and perhaps a bit of guilt building up in her mind.

“What are you about to do, Miss?” Her mind questioned herself. But some wetness in her panties, the idea of sex contact she missed so much, and for so long, was something she couldn’t ignore. Her mind struggled between her mother’s look at her, and a proposal she knew would be amazing.

She played some chilling music on her laptop, trying to bring her mind to rest. She also took her usual meditation time to release the muscular tension, as she always did. Sometimes, it was her only way to dispel that train of upsetting thoughts. As her body tension receded, she was able to feel her bed engulfing her. Slowly, she fell asleep.

As her phone and laptop insistently beeped for an incoming message she woke up. Startled, she took notice of the hour looking at the clock beside her bed. It was 9:15 and she realized she had overslept. Her mind was running trying to focus on the things she had to do.

Anna jumped out of bed in a rush and ran to the shower. She played the audio message from Emma on the loudspeakers. It was just a reminder about the appointment, with Emma joking and challenging her, questioning if she was going to chicken out. A second message followed, this time in a more commanding tone, telling her not to dare overthink it.

Anna smiled while listening to her friend Emma and the way she patronized her. She loved it. Emma had always been kind of an older sister for her. As she finished showering, she looked at herself in the mirror. Despite having a pretty body, slender legs, a pair of turgid tits, and a beautiful freckled face, she felt not confident with her assets. She dried and brushed her beautiful redhead hair with some soft curls that she knew made her more interesting. She applied some makeup to highlight her wonderful eyes with mascara and some of her favorite red lipstick.

“What should I wear?” she asked herself

Opening her dorm drawers and closet, she took white cotton panties with pink naive details and a matching bra. It might seem childish, but she loved how they looked on her. Then she remembered Emma’s words about wearing a skirt. She picked a traditional plaid skirt she loved from late high school adventures, and a beautiful light blue blouse that she felt matched. Even when her mind was racing about what Emma had in store for her, and her thoughts painted the most lustful scenarios, she didn’t want to look too easy, too slutty. She preferred that “next-door girl” image, despite what was to happen.

Suddenly the doorbell took her back from her inner thoughts to reality as Emma was getting to her apartment right away. When she opened the door Emma smiled loving what she saw

“You look awesome, Freckles,

“Are you ready?” asked Emma, admiring her friend’s look.

Anna kept wandering around her bedroom. It seemed like she would take forever.

“You look stunning. Remember not to overthink it,” Emma added while touching her forehead.

Anna struggled a bit to choose a pair of shoes that matched and made sense. Emma softly laughed at her distress and helped her find some high heels that she felt comfortable with.

“Stop beating around, Anna! Let yourself flow! ” said Emma smirking

Anna blushed when she looked back at Emma. She knew her so well. She was right as she realized she was actually avoiding leaving.

An Uber Emma called was waiting outside, and after putting some perfume on, both girls got downstairs and entered the car. Emma was holding Anna’s nervous hands.

“Trust me. You’ll remember this night in the future, and it will be amazing” Emma assured Anna as the car started.

The driver looked at them through the mirror, trying to guess what they were talking about. Nothing, in particular, gave him a clue that they were out for something special. They looked like any other next door girls heading nusaybin escort to have a little fun in a disco. As they went through the streets, Anna looked through the car’s windows, enjoying the ride.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at their destination. It was a secluded area of the city, and the building seemed to be like a typical nightclub from the outside, with two bouncers at the door. This was the kind of place Anna always thought she couldn’t afford to go, and nobody invited her to. It was nice to have the chance again to get to party. She got out of the car and looked at the club. Observing the girls around, she felt a bit underdressed, and her mind was about to start thinking again when she felt her arm strongly pulled by Emma. She guided her to the entrance, pulling her out of her recurring thoughts.

Emma greeted both bouncers, and they allowed them to enter with a smile. The powerful sound of music emanated from behind them. As Anna looked to her side, she noticed a bunch of people forming a large queue outside. Suddenly, she felt confident as both she and Emma entered the overcrowded disco. They navigated through the crowded hall, and Emma guided Anna to a particular door. Once the door closed behind them, the music’s volume decreased, although they could still feel the bass trembling in their bodies.

They both descended the stairs, immersing themselves in the ambiance of the disco music and indistinct chatter behind. Passing through a couple more doors, Emma led the way to John’s office. A meme sign adorned the door, reading “BOSS. Beware… HE BITES,” with a cheerful pug’s face meme underneath. Anna found it amusing.

Emma knocked on the door and entered. John left his phone on his desk and embraced Emma in a long and affectionate hug. Anna observed him, noticing how he grabbed her waist and pulled her close in a more than intimate manner. She suddenly realized that maybe Emma knew him in more ways than she might think.

John, clad in an expensive suit, radiated the aura of a powerful and wealthy man relishing his position as the club’s CEO, evident in his opulent office. Although it might have triggered some alerts about potential danger, Anna trusted Emma so implicitly that she reassured herself not to be intimidated by it. Settling onto a blue velvet sofa, she immersed herself in the numerous pictures of stunning women dancing in the club. Would she be able to dance like that?

Then John glanced at Anna.

“It’s rude you didn’t introduce your friend,

“Are you going to let me know her?” he demanded.

“She’s Freckles, my half sister,” Emma told him.

“I love sisters, twins and that kind of stuff,” he jocked

“Not from the same mother,” Emma added, trying to get his attention off Anna.

“She’s stunning,” John said with a wicked smile. “Wonder if she will be as good as you are,”

He was evidently the ruler here, and Emma should be subtle and gentle with him. A handsome young man, dressed with style and attitude, he exuded a commanding presence. Anna blushed once again, feeling drawn to his charm. Her mind raced, trying to assess whether she should say anything or let Emma handle the situation.

“I want Freckles to experience level I booths tonight,” Emma said going straight to the point

“Is she good? Does she know what it takes?” he continued asking while raising his eyebrow.

“What do you think, John?” Emma asked.

“Please. Stand up Freckles, and give us a chance to admire you,” said John.

Anna blushed like a red apple at that moment. She felt so flattered by his words that she would have complied with whatever he commanded her. She stood up and got closer. John approached her, putting his hand over her waist and making her turn around a couple of times.

“Do you approve her?” Emma asked.

“Hmmm… maybe I have to take a closer look,” he said, smirking.

“You’re always the same.” laughed Emma.

Anna got suddenly frozen about what he implied. Did he just say he would want to test her? Did he meant fucking her? Her mind was racing again and her legs started to feel stuck, unable to move. Fortunately Emma came to her rescue.

“Give her a break!!” Emma interceded “Don’t you ever have enough? Let her know your club first”.

John didn’t appreciate being halted in that manner, but somehow Emma’s influence over him proved effective. Anna expressed gratitude for her friend’s expertise and made a mental note to inquire about how to handle John.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he acquiesced, “but you know I can’t have a mediocre performance in my club. Can you guarantee that she’ll deliver what’s expected?” he demanded.

“Of course, John. You can consider her just as good as me,” she said.

“OK then… You’ll be accountable for her performance from now on,” he sentenced.

You could feel a heavy mood in that room at the moment.

“Is she old enough?” John added when he noticed her plaid skirt.

“Oh… That? odunpazarı escort She loves playing the little girl… Of course she’s old enough. I will never let you down. You know me” – said Emma.

Reluctantly, John opened a drawer and retrieved a golden plastic card. He slid it into the reader until a beep confirmed its connection to the system. Typing something on his notebook, he then turned to Emma and asked.

“What would her nickname be?” John asked.

“Freckles,” Emma said and smiled without even looking at Anna.

Anna felt a sense of astonishment and realized it was best to keep her thoughts to herself, trusting Emma as much as Emma trusted her. John’s words lingered in her mind: “You’ll be accountable for her performance.” What kind of performance? Would she be up to the occasion?

“I’ll be looking at her performance records closely,” John pointed, raising his finger.

Her lifetime friend took the card with a smile. She gave a long french kiss to John and whispered something in his ear. He caressed her waist going down to her ass, but she slipped out before he grabbed her. Emma took Anna’s hand and they both left the office.

As they exited John’s area Anna stopped Emma and cornered her to the next wall. She had an intimidating stern look in her eyes

“Are you serious? Did you fuck that guy?” inquired Anna.

“Yes… And no… ” replied Emma with a smile on her face.

“Don’t bullshit me Emma. Did you, or did you not? There’s no other option sis,” Anna demanded.

“You won’t understand Anna,” Emma excused herself.

“You did!!!” Said Anna smirking.

Emma blushed and shaked her head with a unconcealable smile in her face

“Oh… I see… And he was really good at it… You’re very bad at hiding emotions from me, my dear,” said Anna, reading her friend’s face and kissing her on her lips.

“I promise to tell you all about it in some time. You should know certain things first,

“You haven’t even entered today’s booths,” said Emma while pointing to the door in front of them.

There was a black security door with a “LVL I” sign on it. Some people with spare time had drawn several naughty graffiti and obscene words on it. Anna suddenly came back to the reality of the purpose of her visit to the club. Her face revealed a mixed emotion between curiosity, arousal and yet fear of the unknown.

“So. We’ve finally reached the golden moment, Freckles. It’s your last chance to chicken out if you choose to,” Emma said, looking into Anna’s eyes.

“May I trust you won’t ruin my life?” Anna asked, placing her hands around hers.

“I’ll never let you down, Freckles,” Emma assured her.

“Let’s get started then,” Anna said with a sincere smile.

Although all she had talked with Emma, Anna’s legs were trembling, and her hands were shaky and perspiring. Emma approached the door handle. Anna really didn’t know what to expect on the other side of that door, but curiosity was strong.

“Wait!” Anna said.

“What’s up now?” replied Emma in protest.

“What’s your nickname here?” Anna asked with a mischievous smile in her eyes.

Emma made a pause as she always felt ashamed with her nickname

“They call me ‘Juicy’,” answered Emma

“I have to see that!” Anna laughed relaxing a bit

Upon entering and closing the door behind them, the girls encountered a wooden floor arrangement with four booths partitioned by thick, dark red curtains. As Anna ascended a petite three-step ladder, she sensed a hollow resonance beneath her feet. The atmosphere was orderly and refined, with the four booths illuminated by blue lights to signify their availability.

Emma situated herself at booth 1, while Anna claimed booth number 2. Feeling a bit disoriented about what to do, Anna looked to Emma for guidance. Following Emma’s lead, she pulled aside the heavy curtain to establish visibility between them.

Emma began by lifting a lid that covered the entire mechanism. Anna was surprised by what she saw underneath. There was a deep pit dimly illuminated by the reflection of outside light. Anna could discern a thin padded cushion at the back, seemingly held in place by a vertical bar.

Anna observed Emma’s actions from her standing position. There was an improvised ladder of sorts that assisted Emma in descending. She settled onto the padded cushion, placing her feet in what seemed to be two deep stirrups. Once in position, Emma pressed a positioning button on the inner side of the lid she had opened, aligning her waist with the floor level. She then inserted her card into a small slot on the right side of the screen, causing the computerized display to come to life. Another rumbling sound commenced, and Anna watched in awe as the floor closed gently around Emma’s waist.

“You must be kidding me Emma!!” Anna said completely astonished

“Do you feel confident doing it on your own?” asked Emma “or would you prefer some help?”.

“You’re nuts… you’re nuts!! you’re nuts!!” Anna kept on repeating.

“Ok. Are you in? Or should I say John you chickened out?” challenged Emma with a smirk on her face.

Anna was a bit reluctant to follow her lifelong friend after what she saw. She felt kind of frozen by all that complicated stuff. A sheer sensation of claustrophobia even crossed her mind. But music was playing and now she must dance, or deceive her friend.

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