A Lesson in Humility Ch. 03 – Oral Exams

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

It is a femdom msub story.

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

Part 1: On your knees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Madam,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sounds awful.”

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

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

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

“Why? It’s not illegal, is it?”

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

“Well I won’t tell anyone…”

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

“I suppose…” he said, despite himself.

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

“Oh, by the way…”

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

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

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

“See you tomorrow, boy.”

“See you tomorrow, Madam.”

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

Part 2: A night of longing

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

Part 3: The punishment owed

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Madam.”

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

“I’m sure, Madam.”

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

She reclined on the sofa.

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

“Yes Madam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Madam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you did not touch yourself?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry I just…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Madam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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An Amazonian Encounter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled widely at Silea as the amazon walked past.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing that you didn’t give up willingly,” Neylu assured her, staring down at the futa, “Now, how about a little more fun since we’re a more even size.”

“Like hell,” Silea rebuked and stood up to her full height, something would normally frighten anyone into submitting. But not now, not when this futa now stood at least a foot taller than her.

“Let me give you a hand,” Neylu cooed, leaning down until her hands came into contact with Silea’s cock. A shock of energy caused the amazon to yelp and pull away, only for her cock to remain in contact as it swiftly reached full erection once more. Only it was lacking.

“My… my fucking dick,” Silea gasped, rage boiling in her veins as she turned her furious gaze to the owner, whom she was now certain wasn’t human.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you leave this room completely satisfied. It’s just a game, ma’am,” Neylu said, stroking her now much larger cock while she stepped away, adding, “I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Try what?” Silea practically shouted, a chill coursing through Travesti Bakırköy her blood at the lack of power her voice held. It was so average now.

“This,” Neylu answered by stepping forward, pressing the massive shape of her erection into Silea’s shrunken one. After a moment, the pressure became too much, and the owner’s urethra opened up. Silea gasped at the sensations that wrapped around her dick. It was tighter than Neylu’s pussy had been. She could feel glops of semen clinging to the insides, transferring to her own member as it was devoured by the shaft.

“Hmm, oh fuck,” Neylu moaned as she progressed, inches turning to feet as her cock swallowed more of Silea’s once enormous member. The amazon couldn’t resist moaning, assailed by sensations she hadn’t dreamt of experiencing. She could feel the owner’s heartbeat around her prick, throbbing against her shaft like a tribal drum. But there wasn’t as much response as she would expect, even after her cock had somehow shrunk.

“I can feel it,” Neylu sighed, hands running across her body, cupping and sinking her mountainous tits while they vanished behind her to caress her impossible ass, then moving around to stroke her docked prick. Silea stared at the inhuman owner, breathing heavily as unwelcome pleasure shoved its way into her consciousness. There was something different about her, not just in her attitude or the fact that she had somehow grown a foot in height and in her cock. The hair at her back looked lighter than normal, almost red.

Silea reached back and pulled her ponytail around to her front. She was a redhead, one of the few with the perfect crimson colour, but that gorgeous red was vanishing before her eyes. Horror made her blood run cold, yet it was overshadowed by the unstoppable blaze of her pleasure.

“You noticed something, huh?” Neylu giggled and moaned, more of Silea’s cock disappearing into her own, “Would’ve thought something else might’ve caught your attention first.”

“What are…?” Silea turned her gaze down at herself and quivered in horror. Her body was one designed for hunting and mating, that didn’t exclude her femininity, however. She was curvy, suitably so for her former height. Now… Silea stared down at her chest where a pair of flat, barely visible breasts sat. If not for her erect nipples, she might’ve mistook them for smooth skin, “What the fuck are you?”

“Hmm, I think that’s enough,” Neylu sighed. Silea squeaked when she was suddenly forced back, and her cock slid free of the owner’s prick.

“My cock…” Silea whimpered, staring at a member that little boys would be embarrassed to have.

“I can’t believe my luck, two hyper futanari showing up like you two. I’ve been needing a good couple of meals for a few centuries now,” Neylu revealed, though she seemed to be speaking with herself, “Being a succubus among mortals is pretty hard, you know?”

“A succubus?” Silea gasped, backing away to the door, but her body felt so heavy. Not just her figure and her endowments, but her strength had also been taken.

“Yes. No point in hiding it anymore. I’m not totally evil, though,” Neylu said, walking over to stand in Silea’s way, now doubly hyper sized cock hanging over the former amazon, “I can reunite you with your wife.”

“You killed her?” Silea tried to scream, however even her voice felt weak.

“No, no,” Neylu quickly assured her, “She’s in here.” The succubus stroked her much large testicles, where a protrusion briefly appeared.

“This can’t be real,” Silea breathed, now trying to get as far away from the demon as she could.

“How helpful of you,” Neylu sighed and crouched down, laying her cock upon the ground when Silea’s feet was just about to go out of reach. The now frail Amazonian yelled when she was suddenly tugged to a stop and felt a slimy warmth envelop her feet to her ankles, “Ah, I love this feeling.” Neylu breathed.

Silea looked back, then shouted when she was jerked back. Her calves were consumed in the slimy insides, which throbbed and undulated around her in a horrifying mockery of a massage. The succubus stroked her monumental hulk of a cock, both arms working in tandem while she kept it between her equally huge breasts. If she hadn’t taken so much of Silea’s height, it would’ve looked ridiculous.

“I can’t wait to feel you in my balls,” Neylu moaned, “You’re a fighter, right? Hmm, just like your lovely wife. Make sure you thank her for the curves, by the way.”

“Don’t do this. Give her back and we’ll leave,” Silea pleaded, blushing hotly at the fact that she was made to do something so pitiful.

“No can do,” Neylu shook her head, while kissing every inch of cock that her mouth could reach, “I need you both inside of me for a while, until my changes are permanent. Hmm, speaking of which…” Neylu grunted softly and her cock lurched forward, swallowing Silea’s thighs in a single move. She, then, raised the giant member up, taking Silea with it.

The amazon struggled. She clawed and punched at the head, but it merely depressed under her efforts like a sponge, while her feet kicked with all the might she could muster. It was useless. Her body was puny, a hollow shadow of what it once was. Silea refused to give in, however. Even as her barely noticeable breasts were engulfed, she continued to squirm.

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American Phalanx Ch. 01

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Greenville was once a small suburban town on the Pacific Coast, on the periphery of the much larger urban center of El Pecado, even after newcomers started flooding in from the south in droves to buy up the cheap land here, when everyone thought that the county was going to be the next Silicon Valley. Apparently things were breaking down in the old one after California seceded from the Union, and most of the corporations relocated to nearby Oregon, even going so far as to build housing for the thousands of workers they were bringing in.

Oftentimes I had to ask my grandfather what phrases like ‘start up company’ mean, and even after a lengthy explanation I find it difficult to piece together an image of life before I was born. Before everyone had to live by the work of their hands.

The closest I ever got to understanding it all was when my dad took me to the top of a hill, and pointed his finger toward the east. From our position on that hill, you could see the city of El Pecado resting beneath purple mountains, under a pink lemonade sky. Apparently, even the air was said to be poisoned, which is why the sky still looked the way it did at sunset, but it was slowly recovering with time. If I squinted my eyes or used a looking glass, I could see lots of tall buildings standing in the middle, surrounded by rows and rows of smaller ones. Many of the ‘high-rises’, as they were called, were incomplete, and grey concrete failed to cover the brown-red iron skeletons inside them. As a small boy, I was extremely curious to see that world up close, but both my father and grandfather told us that there was nothing over there for us, and it was best just to forget all about it.

From what I gathered, the whole country was falling to pieces, and our valley was supposed to be the last hope for something called the American Dream. But the land was torn apart by a depression, civil war, and epidemics. I can sort of understand the last one from direct experience, but all the seniors laugh and say that our diarrhea and fevers don’t compare to the outbreaks of disease that they lived through.

The oldsters, despite the rough times they lived through, always love to tell us about their childhoods and the things they used to have and do. Their children, people my dad’s age, have no fond memories to speak of and always caution me against leaving Greenville, which was now just the parts of the old town with arable land.

I can’t help being curious though; my father was the foreman of our little community, and he’d be the ones organizing scavenging parties whenever we needed metal parts and diesel for our farm equipment and generators, and medicines for when our herbs weren’t enough for our needs. But they’d also bring back stuff like books and magazines. I would always try to pull rank with the other kids as the foreman’s son to get first dibs, but my mother said I was acting like a ‘little Hitler’ and made me share.

For my fifth birthday, he brought back a Gameboy, which I played obsessively until the batteries ran out. It was a beeping, shimmering piece of magic in my young, impressionable hands. But I never had four of the same AA batteries at the same time to ever play it again. My little brother Jeffrey was more bummed since he only got to use it for an hour. I asked my grandfather why we couldn’t just make more, but he said we don’t even have the tools to make the parts to make the things we want, so it’s just better to live simply without too much technology. I shot the used batteries out of a shotgun on a hunting trip once, which earned me a smack upside the head when the batteries merely disintegrated ten feet from the gun and spooked away the deer. Dad said he would have hit me even harder if I had killed the deer with them.

Luckily there was always stuff to occupy my mind with. My father, and his father before him, was chosen to be the town’s foreman because he knew how to solve problems. These were mostly disputes between people, but also lots of practical things, like fixing a generator or a truck. We had six trucks, but we only ever used two for patrols and hunting, or three if we needed something from the big city. These were beautiful off-roaders: Jeeps, Land Rovers and Cruisers, and my ‘dad’s’ Ford Bronco with its classic V8 engine. The vehicles were all held communally, but the foreman was the only one with the authority to drive such a powerful truck in the rare occasions when it was worth burning the extra fuel. Plus, he did practically all the maintenance on it, so it was fair to say it was ‘his’. By working with him, I became something of a grease monkey too.

Of course, my favorite pastime of all, when I was old enough to appreciate it, was chasing skirts. Girls were pretty much the only reason any of us guys went to ‘school’, the three hours in the unused barn we spent each day learning reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmetic from Ms. Fitzsimmons. Aside from reading, which I do appreciate, none of the other skills they taught us seemed to Bahçeşehir travesti have any use at all, though the girls took to their lessons well. For me, it was all I had not to check out the progressively nicer cleavage on the other side of the barn when the girls’ eyes were down, fixed on their chalkboards.

Me and the guys would make crude drawings on our handheld blackboards and show them to each other when Teacher’s head was turned, then hurriedly erase them before we got caught. Most of us drew stick figures of the girls with exaggerated breasts, but fat ol’ Farley for some reason loved to draw penises.

“Stop it, you retard,” Vinnie slapped Farley’s board down, barely containing his laughter. Those two knuckleheads always pushed it too far and got us into trouble. The rest of us didn’t even have to look their way to know Farley had drawn something obscene.

All of the girls, sitting twenty feet away and facing us, knew about it too. Some rolled their eyes, but most of them by now found our antics more interesting than Ms. Fitzsimmon’s boring curriculum. However, the best girls were Jessica and Rachel, who’d be the only ones to join us. Jessica was the hottest girl with perfect features and Rachel was a rough-around-the-edges tomboy (and my childhood friend), but she was hot because she was actually attainable. I had discovered how sexy Rachel was just last year, and I secretly hoped no one else did. Of course, life never plays out the way you want it to.

Jessica was the first to figure out we were objectifying them, mostly because a lot of us were staring at her face for long stretches of time to sketch her. Being the town hot girl that she was, she didn’t take offense and in fact, saw it as the boys idolizing her, so she egged us on. Rachel found out because she had tricked me into telling her.

The two decided to join us in our game, with Jessica taking the initiative. She had long, sable-brown hair, well-shaped eyebrows that brought your attention down to her hypnotizing hazel fuck-me eyes. She was the kind of girl who’d put on makeup to enhance her already attractive features, not to cover them up. Her father being a doctor and a rich man in our community, afforded her the only real wardrobe in town: no one else changed their clothes as often as she had.

Naturally, as the queen bee, she had eyes for Magnus, the big blond hulk with arms like tree trunks and a family of similar social status. Sadly for Magnus, Jessica liked to tease everyone and flirt around. He had the looks for a girl like her, but not the wit or dominating personality to keep her in line, so she always played games at his expense.

During an algebra session, while Miss Fitz was busy slugging back cough medicine, Jessica abruptly lifted up her board to reveal a cute drawing of a cat, with the caption ‘Rate it?’

Immediately the boys scribbled down such flattery as ’10/10′ or ‘5/5′ or a drawing of two thumbs up. Farley, to our astonishment, rapidly drew five detailed penises. Jessica scrunched her face in disgust, before scanning the rest of the room. She reacted to the rest of our boards in approval, blowing a kiss at Magnus’ heart symbol, then pouting at my ‘3 – average’ message. She blew off a strand of hair from her face with a pretend-annoyed huff, then turned to Rachel, whispering something excitedly in her ear. The two then returned to their boards, Jessica in more of a rush to complete her clever little message while Rachel hesitated for a moment. She then gave Jessica a sly glance when she wasn’t looking, and erased her original drawing to draw a different one.

From the other side of the barn, I could see Jessica mouth ‘three… two… one’ before the two girls held their boards up in unison. Jessica’s board had my name on it, followed by the caption ‘3 inches, below average’, and an illustration of a tiny cartoon penis with big balls pointing off to the side where Rachel’s board was. The male side of the room (and some of the girls’) erupted into stifled laughter, and I would have been offended, had it not been for Rachel’s half of the picture.

Where Jessica’s dick drawing ended, Rachel’s drawing had a cartoon woman’s face with big, puckered lips to the side, so it looked like the woman was kissing or fellating the tiny dick. Above the drawing was a caption of Jessica’s name, so the overall picture was of Jessica kissing my 3 inch penis, which must have subverted Jessica’s original intention.

Jessica could only see the boys’ silent hysterics (and Magnus’ annoyance), so she had no clue what was going on until she looked at my cocky (no pun intended) smile, which caused her to look down and examine Rachel’s drawing. Rachel, unashamed, turned her sketch to let Jessica admire her cleverness. The brunette made a genuinely offended expression, before snatching the drawing from the tomboy’s hands and erasing it.

However, she only erased the caption, and replaced her name with Rachel’s, holding the two Bahçeşehir travestileri drawings up again to display the correction. It was now Rachel’s turn to snatch the board from her hands. She shot a glance my way, before blushing like a tomato and burying her face between her knees. She silently sat like that for a while, hugging her skinny blue-jeans tightly with her arms. I couldn’t see my face, but I’m pretty sure my mouth was hanging dumbly while my eyes glazed over. Both the boys and the girls were audibly laughing at this point while Rachel and I struggled to avoid eye contact.

This snapped Ms. Fitzsimmons back awake from her dextromorphan-induced stupor to yell at us to settle down. The rest of the class proceeded with an air of giddiness that only Rachel and I didn’t share. At the end of the lesson, Rachel exited the barn from the opposite door instead of joining me on the walk home. Red-faced, I obliged our mutual desire for distance, and joined the fellas.

“Hey look, it’s the loverboys,” Smokey (as we liked to call Rob, because his clothes smelled like cigarettes, and not because he’s black) teased me and Magnus as we caught up to them on the dirt path along the runaway car fence and unused freeway road.

Magnus had less of a reason to be upset than I did, but his massive shoulders slumped forward anyway.

“Man, Magnus, you gotta keep that girl in line,” quipped Vinnie, joining the roast. I silently bit my tongue, waiting for them to tire themselves out on Magnus before ripping on me.

“You know, Jessica’s drawing was quite realistic. It had the coronary ridge, frenulum, and even the raphe of the scrotum. It was astonishingly accurate,” Farley added, contributing the weird, awkward Farley-ism that we’ve come to expect from him.

“It was not accurate! Mine’s nothing like that!” I rejoined, realizing too late that I’ve humiliated myself yet again.

“No one said it was,” Farley looked at me quizzically. “I was just curious how she knew WHAT a penis looked like in the first place?”

The five of us walked along the metal fence in thoughtful silence.

“Uff da!” Magnus exclaimed, “Women are such trouble!”

We all agreed, and let the subject drop.

The air was filled with the sounds of birds and prairie dogs. A long breeze blew through our hair, making our shirts flap about our chests like flags. Vinnie threw his arms out and leaned forward, letting the wind hold him upright. The rest of us just enjoyed having the sweat evaporate from our skin.

Ever since we were boys, we made the same walk home from school. As men, the only things that changed were the topics of our conversations, but even these by now have assumed a familiar and nostalgic tenor.

“Annabelle might be a plain Jane, but she’s got milker’s like a Jersey! Lord have mercy!”

“Why don’t you ask her out, then?”

“Man, her dad’s the sheriff. I don’t need another slug up my ass, heck!”

“Come on now, that pellet just grazed you. Ya big baby.”

We passed the scrapped cars, the abandoned noise barrier covered in graffiti, the grove of crab apple trees we always pilfered, and the fault-line ravine you had to jump over to get across.

My route always branched off first, but this time I appreciated splitting from the gang early.

“Alright, this is my road, see you all tomorrow, or tonight if any of you want to play Parcheesi,” I said at the fork. After some resounding no’s, we all waved goodbye to each other and I went my separate way.

It was another two miles of dirt before I finally reached our family farm. Our plot was just about eighty acres of land, divided between fields, a vegetable garden, and an orchard, which was more than enough to meet the needs of Jeffrey, Jeremy, my parents, Grandpa (all my other grandparents had unfortunately passed away) and myself, as well as our various livestock and pets. We only kept two steers (Rocky and Winkle) for plowing and clearing fields (to save on diesel) and eventually beef. We also kept around two dozen chickens, in a coop near our house, but we’d let them out during chore-time. Working the farm kept us really busy during the day, and since it was summer, I had to spend most of my time weeding the fields.

School was the one reprieve I had from work, and most of the adults were considering even giving that up at an earlier age, but the elders insisted on the importance of education and tradition.

I’m glad we had school.

It was the only place I could talk with my friends or see girls outside of the few holidays we had and the cold winter season.

Rachel’s blushing face was the only thing on my mind as I worked in the fucking heat, removing fucking weeds with my fucking hands. She wore a nice black-and-red plaid shirt over her skull T-shirt and blue jeans today. They didn’t have intentional holes and tears in the sleeves like her old clothes, which was sad because I thought her old style was cute.

Her features Travesti Bahçeşehir may not have been as delicate as Jessica’s, or her laugh as tittery and airy, but we spent a lot of time growing up with each other. If she laughed, it’s because you said something really funny and not because she was leading you on. Oftentimes her laugh was followed by a punch to the shoulder.

The first time she did that after puberty, she seemed to be taken aback at how muscle there was in that shoulder, and she gave me a quick, approving smile. Maybe that was when I noticed I had feelings for her.

Or maybe it was when I went over to her house for the first time in a while, and I was surprised at just how good her room smelled, how no place in my house ever smelled like that. Then we listened to a Pixies record hooked up to her family’s generator. Electronics were rare, but every house had at least one device from before the fall. Her family didn’t want her to have it on too loud, so we had to sit close to it and lean in. She had on a pair of black pajamas with a white skeleton on them, and it was through these I noticed she was a lot more feminine than I had remembered. In that tense but intimate atmosphere, I started to worry that I was creeping on her, but then she asked me if I were wearing cologne, to which I answered yes, even though I wasn’t. Her next three words, “you smell good” came right after the yowling chorals of the Pixies finished and transitioned to the soft and quiet interlude, and the two of us stared at the spinning record, taking in the energetic yet low-key instrumentals of the song, basking in each other’s presence, without acknowledging or accelerating what had transpired.

The pleasant memories aching of nostalgia played on loop until I finally came back to today. Even though they were joking around in response to the more depraved jokes we guys had been bandying around, I desperately wished Jessica and Rachel had been touching upon something deeper. Even though it was in a mocking way, Jessica was thinking about my…manhood. And Rachel was the one to push it further, to fellatio.

And then, when Jessica flipped it so it was Rachel giving me head, I could swear I saw a knowing look in her eye, like it was a secret between the two of them. Something they had talked about before.

I looked down and realized I was damaging the wheat plants as well as the weeds in my absentmindedness. But even examining the wheat didn’t pull me out of my daydreaming since it was just starting to turn golden, like Rachel’s hair. She had just started growing it past her shoulders recently, too. Rachel and wheat both ripened in the sun, whose golden rays kissed her cheeks and the nose with freckles.

Ripened.

Fertility.

Oh no.

I threw my hat off and laid down in the dirt, sighing, surrounded by a sea of tall wheat reaching up into the azure sky, swaying in the breezes sent over by the Pacific Ocean.

It was easy to imagine that it was Rachel’s blue pools that I was staring into, and not the Cascadian sky. Even the earthy musk reminded me of her. I wondered if she was still thinking about me?

There was a familiar rustling in the brush. I turned to my side to face the source of the noise.

A white, black and orange flash of fur leapt out of the grass and darted around, disturbing the wheat but never hard enough to trample it. It was our calico cat, Delilah, chasing after a field mouse.

There weren’t many of those on our farm, thankfully, but Delilah had enough of them to eat. She walked over to me gracefully, brown mouse trapped inside her mouth, beneath her white whiskers, and stopped. I stroked her forehead and ears a bit in admiration before she walked off to devour her quarry in privacy.

I continued my work in the fields, now thinking of my own growing appetite. I had made myself a bit more dirty than usual, so I had to wash myself before supper.

Bringing over two metal pails, I filled each one up, cranking our pitcher pump in the garden. I carried these heavy loads over to our metal tub, also in the garden, then plugged the drain before I poured them in. I carried about eight more pails over until I felt the water was at a good level.

It was much easier to have the bath in the garden, so that the remaining bathwater could be easily and wastelessly dumped here. We even had dug troughs that would irrigate the water over to our vegetable plot. Also, during the summer, the sun would heat up the water until it’s lukewarm if you left it sitting. During the winter, we’d have to boil some of the water on our stoves.

For privacy’s sake, it was located behind our house out of the sight of any windows. You could tell if someone was in the tub simply because their head and shoulders would stick out over the edge.

I folded my clothes and hung them on a fence-post near the tub. The chickens clucked and cooed in the safety of their coop. Some arctic birds were migrating from the North to find their summer breeding grounds. A couple of bees busily gathered nectar and pollen from my mother’s sunflowers. Did you know that honeybees never visit two different species of flowers on the same trip?

There’s much to learn about birds and bees from books, but I found that nothing beats firsthand experience.

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Alice’s Wonderland: Love Shower

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“Is it still far?” I asked. We had been walking for nearly twenty minutes. Thankfully, we had not run into any familiar faces along the way. My awkward small-step movements made it obvious that something was bothering me and causing me to involuntarily move the way I did. At least, the few passersby that we did come across, certainly noticed.

“We’re almost there,” Alice said. “Although I do need to drop by a store real quick.”

“Can’t it wait?” I pleaded. “I would really like to visit a bathroom, so I can remove this plug and get this stuff out of me. It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“It won’t take long, besides, I need you to be with me,” Alice said.

With a sense of defeat, I accepted that, for my own sake, it was better not to argue with Alice too much. We continued our journey and eventually came to a halt in front of The Pet Palace, a pet supplies store.

“So what do you need me for?” I asked. “Are you getting things for your pets which I’ll need to carry?”

“Something like that,” Alice giggled as she opened the door and stepped inside. I obediently followed in her footsteps. She made a beeline for the dog section of the store, where she then started wandering around aimlessly, seemingly not knowing what she was looking for. An employee noticed Alice’s searching behavior and approached her.

“Welcome to The Pet Palace, how may I help you?” he asked.

“I just got a new pet, and I’m looking for some necessities, but I’m having trouble finding them,” Alice replied. She glanced at me when she mentioned ‘pet’, displaying a nefarious look, before turning back to the employee with an innocent smile.

“What are you looking for?” the employee asked. “Maybe I can help you find it.”

“Well,” Alice started. “I’m looking for a shock collar. I want to train my dog and I don’t feel like using sprays. It’s not effective enough.”

“What is the dog’s size?” The employee replied. “Due to safety concerns, we don’t have shock collars for small dogs, but bigger dogs handle it better, so we only carry shock collars in bigger sizes.”

“That should be alright,” Alice replied. “Sandra is an adult dog, not a puppy. Which is why I insist on a shock collar. It’s a lot harder to teach adult dogs the correct behavior without using a shock collar, and I don’t have the time to play nice.” Alice pointed at me and continued, “Sandra is a big dog too, she has roughly the same neck size as my friend. You can try to fit it on him.” She had trouble hiding her wicked smile. But unlike me, the employee did not notice that ‘Sandra’ referred to me.

“Hmm,” the employee hummed thoughtfully. “A medium collar should do then. Let’s have a look.” He grabbed a collar and attached it to my neck. “Yeah, if your dog has roughly the same size, then it should be alright,” he concluded.

“Does the collar need batteries?” Alice asked.

“No, just the remote. The collar is charged on a power outlet,” the employee replied. “Collars generally have a near-empty charge, so it’s best to charge it first thing when you get home.” He pressed the power button on the collar. To my horror, it turned on. The LED power indicator lit up yellow. “This one seems to have anywhere between one and six hours of charge left,” he said. “Yellow generally means it’s nearing emptiness and a charge is advised. When it turns red, the charge is less than an hour, though, on a full charge, it can last two to three days.”

“Does this collar have a function to zap automatically on barks?” Alice asked intrigued. “Or would I have to do that manually?”

“There is a mode for that, but you can also trigger shocks manually if it is not registering the barking,” the employee said, handing Alice a small remote. A small plastic strip was sticking out from the back of the remote.

Oh, no. I thought. The batteries are included… I just hope Alice doesn’t realize it too…

Gripping the remote, Alice instantly felt the plastic strip. She grinned and turned to the employee again, saying, “I’m also looking for a metal crate cage for Sandra to sleep in overnight. I don’t want to risk her damaging my furniture until I’m sure she’s well-behaved.”

The employee quickly lost his trail of thoughts. “Oh, yeah, of course,” he replied. “Follow me.” He turned around and started to lead us toward another aisle. Alice’s plan had worked. Distracting the employee had made him forget to take the collar off of my neck or even just turn it off. Following behind the employee, Alice flipped the remote over and pulled out the plastic strip, connecting the batteries to the remote’s electric circuit.

Looking over her shoulder, she grinned and started pressing buttons on the remote. I was expecting her to shock me as we walked, I anxiously awaited the jolt, but to both my relief and surprise, nothing happened.

Arriving at the dog crates, Alice wasted no time thanking the employee, “Thank you! I’ll browse for a bit if that’s okay. I’ll let you know if I need anything else!”

“Of course,” he replied in a friendly manner and walked off.

Alice küçükyalı escort turned towards me, looking at me with an expecting gaze, but remaining quiet.

I opened my mouth to ask her if she wanted me to see which cage fit my size, “Do-“

An electric jolt instantly hit my neck. It was much more painful than I had imagined it would be. Alice had likely turned the intensity to one of the higher settings. The sudden pain was enough to make me jump. “Ah!” I exclaimed. Another shock followed. I cursed myself. Noise-activated shock collars on humans certainly didn’t play fair.

Alice looked on in delight as I couldn’t stop myself from getting shocked multiple times in a row until I finally managed to keep my mouth closed and keep my groan quiet enough to not trigger another shock.

“Awh, so the cute puppy can whine after all!” Alice said in a heightened voice as if talking to a puppy. She walked up to me. “Good girl,” she said, as she patted me.

I crossed my arms and pouted, letting out a frustrated hum as I forcefully exhaled through my nose.

“You’re lucky I’d have to take it off of you before we make our way over to the cashier anyway,” Alice responded and turned off the remote. “If you behave well, I’ll lower the intensity back home,” she said, as she now also turned the collar off and removed it from my neck.

“I’ll be good,” I said.

“You’ll be a good ‘what’?” Alice asked.

“A good dog, Alice,” I whined.

“Good girl,” Alice said as she patted me again. “Now, go see which cage you’d like to sleep in tonight.”

“Are you serious?” I asked anxiously.

“Of course! After your shower, you’re staying for the night!” Alice answered.

I shivered. Sleeping in a dog cage? I hope it’d only be a one-time kind of thing, I thought to myself. All the zapping certainly hadn’t helped my need for the bathroom. If anything, it had made it worse. So instead of carefully assessing the cages to see which I’d like to stay in, I simply pointed at one instinctively. “That one seems big enough,” I said.

“It does…” Alice said. “So, just like with your little cage down there, I’m deciding we should go for a smaller size.” She giggled, pointed at a cage that was roughly half the size of the cage I picked, and laughingly said, “You can sleep curled up, and don’t worry, I’ll have a small doggy bed added to it, so it’ll be nice and cozy!”

I felt like Alice was just playing a game with me. Always giving the illusion that I had an option, only to reveal she had already made her choice before even asking me, just to confirm that her choice was still enough of a challenge to me for her to enjoy making me go through it… Classic Alice…

“Is that all?” I asked. “Can we pay and go home now?” I shifted my balance from one leg to another, indicating my need to visit the bathroom. Not that I needed to pee, but the sensation of the cum that was still trapped inside me, sealed by Alice’s butt plug, was becoming increasingly bothersome, and at this point, it was just begging to get out.

“Not yet, pet,” Alice said. “It’s still early! I’ll have to feed you dinner too!” She giggled and walked off to another aisle within the store.

I anxiously followed. I really hoped she wasn’t referring to dog food. Though I didn’t exclude the very real possibility of that being exactly the case.

Arriving at the aisle, Alice took a look around and quickly made a choice. “This one!” she exclaimed excitedly. She kneeled to pick up a feeding bowl. “Now you can eat your food in the right mindset too!” she explained and giggled.

Holding the bowl, the collar, and its remote, Alice approached the cashier. “We’re ready to pay,” Alice said.

“Found everything you were looking for?” the cashier asked.

“Yes,” Alice said. “I also wanted to buy a dog cage and a fitting doggy bed, but it’d be a bit bothersome to carry it home with us. Could you possibly deliver it?”

“Of course!” the cashier said. “Just leave the address, and we’ll deliver it at the end of the day!” Looking at the feeding bowl, the cashier asked, “Would you like to have that bowl engraved with your pet’s name? We have a machine here that can do it at no additional charge! The only downside is that we don’t take back personalized items.”

“That’s not a problem!” Alice said excitedly. “Could you write ‘Sandra’ on it?

“Of course,” the cashier said. He placed the bowl in the machine and programmed a small laser to burn the name into the bowl.

When the bowl had finished its engraving process, Alice pointed out the cage she wanted, paid for the items, left her address, and said her goodbyes as she left the store, with me following close behind her.

“You may have noticed I didn’t buy a leash,” Alice remarked. “That is because I already have enough ‘incentives’ to ensure you’ll behave well enough for me not to have to use one on you.”

“But then, what’s with the shock collar?” I asked.

“Oh, that?” Alice replied. “That’s just for fun! Although, if you kültür escort really want me to use a leash, I have one at home. I don’t think I’d hold onto it, though… More likely, I’d just tie it to your cage.” She chuckled at the thought of it.

I spent the remainder of the walk to Alice’s apartment quietly following her.

“Here we are, home,” Alice eventually said, reaching for her keys in her pocket.

“Thank God, finally” I sighed with relief. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked.

“Firstly, the only ‘God’ you should be thanking, is the goddess opening this door for you,” Alice sarcastically replied. “And secondly,” her attitude became friendlier again. “The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, the final door on your right side.”

Alice slowly opened the door, but, instead of going in, she stepped aside and motioned for me to pass. Without hesitation, I quickly got in and made my way to the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I heard Alice say, “You’d better not make a mess. Anything you make dirty, you’re cleaning up yourself!”

I quickly dropped my pants to sit down. Bending over forwards, I carefully removed the plug, gripping it tightly to not accidentally drop it once it dislodged itself from the grip of my body. The sound that followed was not particularly pleasant, and it felt weird, too. Nevertheless, I was relieved that I was finally freed of Alice’s mystery donator’s cum.

After I had wiped myself clean of any remaining remnants of cum and lube, I flushed the toilet, washed the butt plug and my hands in the sink, and set out to find Alice. To my surprise, I found her standing in the living room. The surprise was that she was in the living room, entirely naked.

“Like what you see?” Alice teased. “I figured I’d tease you a bit before we shower, for my own amusement. Is it working?” Her movements and gestures were very over-the-top, drawing extra attention to her jiggling breasts and buttcheeks.

“Yes,” I said. My cheeks flustered and my stance showed discomfort as my penis strained against its cage.

“Imagine,” Alice said provocatively. “Tonight you’ll get an upgrade. You’ll go from having one tight cage, to two tight cages.” She chuckled.

Knowing how the day is going, she’s probably right, I thought… holding the butt plug up high to draw Alice’s attention to it, I asked, “Where do I put this?”

“Back where it came from, of course! Silly pet!” Alice replied. She walked up to me and grabbed it out of my hands. “I’ll apply some new lube to it for you. I wouldn’t want it to be uncomfortable! I’ll be right back.” She walked off into the bedroom.

With Alice being otherwise occupied, I looked around and found that she had already started recharging the shock collar’s battery. I still couldn’t believe she was actually serious about using it on me. Though, I did consider myself lucky that she hadn’t bought any dog food to go along with the bowl…

“There we are!” Alice said proudly, holding up a lubed-up butt plug.

“Alice, that’s definitely not the same plug as the one I gave you,” I replied.

“Oh, isn’t it?” Alice responded with a fake surprise. She examined the plug. It was both longer and thicker, although the biggest giveaway was that it even had the shape of a hairless, rubber tail sticking out from its back. “Oh well,” Alice said matter-of-factly. “It’s already lubed up now, so drop those pants and bend over.”

Arguing was pointless, I knew that already, so I simply did as Alice asked. She inserted the plug, which required only a little bit of force initially. All the walking with the smaller butt plug had certainly helped with preparing my anal cavity to accept this new challenge.

“There you go,” Alice cheered. “One step closer to being a cute lil’ doggie!”

I was about to pull my pants back up when Alice stopped me.

“You can leave those off,” she said. “Dogs don’t wear clothes.” Her tone became more sensual as she continued, “Also, we should go take that shower. Come on!” After making me fully undo my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, she took my hand and led me into the shower. “Take off your shirt too, you won’t need that either,” she said as she turned on the shower, staying outside to let the water reach the right temperature.

Alice’s shower was a big cabin shower, it could easily fit three people and felt rather luxurious. It even had a second showerhead that could be enabled by flipping a lever handle between the two showerheads. Being naked for a while already, Alice entered the shower first when she saw the steam forming from the shower cabin. “Ah, nice and warm,” she said as she let the water run down her body.

I, however, remained outside. “What are you waiting for?” Alice asked teasingly, pressing her breasts against the cabin glass. “I could’ve sworn it was your choice to be rewarded with this opportunity.”

I still hesitated. Alice was a very good-looking woman, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t ever gotten ‘up close and personal’ before. But this didn’t feel kumköy escort like I was being subjected to anything. If I stepped into that shower, I’d be doing so out of my own choice. There would be no more excuses to say I wasn’t cheating on Laura. Part of me wished Alice just pulled me in, so I could tell myself it wasn’t my choice. And although Alice was teasing me to get in, she was in no way being forceful.

Analyzing my hesitation, Alice’s attitude changed. “Is it about Laura?” she asked. I nodded in silence. Alice took a moment to think before a metaphorical lightbulb appeared above her head. “I have an idea,” she said. “Remember when you told me earlier today that you didn’t have much to show for to explain your silence to Laura?” I nodded in response.

“Well,” Alice continued. “What if you called her to reveal that the ‘surprise’ you were working so hard on, was arranging a threesome? That way, you won’t have to feel guilty about being close with me. I promise I’ll treat her with respect and put her needs first. The threesome would be a gift for her, after all.”

Any other day, that would have been a very risky idea to reveal out of the blue, but in my case… There might actually be a shot for that to work, I thought. After all, Laura did want me to surprise her for Valentine’s Day, and this certainly would be a surprise that’d need time to set up…

“Alright,” I said. A long-drawn sigh escaped my body as I calmed myself down.

“Call her after we finish showering, though. We’re wasting water here!” Alice urged.

Feeling somewhat reassured, I finally started to feel comfortable enough to join Alice in the shower. The water was nice and warm, the cabin was very spacious, and Alice’s soaps, shampoos, and even her conditioner smelled amazing. Alice was also being suspiciously friendly and helpful, helping soap me up, wash my hair, and even offering me her facial scrub to exfoliate my face and make it feel smoother.

In a way, I guess you could say Alice showered me with love, I thought to myself and chuckled at the literal implementation of the expression.

“What’s so funny?” Alice asked with a smile.

“Just a pun that came to mind,” I said. “I’m happy I get to see this side of you, too.”

“What can I say?” Alice replied. “I just love showers!” A realization came to her mind and she chuckled. “Not just golden showers, mind you. Not ‘everything’ is about kink to me! I love regular showers too! The warm water, the fragrant soaps… It just feels so good and relaxing to lather myself in it…” Alice said, rubbing soap over her breasts in circular motions. A soft moan escaped her lips as she had begun to lustfully stare into my eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re still in that cage and that I took off the key already,” Alice said, glancing at my chastity cage. “I might have unlocked you otherwise, and we wouldn’t want that to happen before you’ve had the chance to call Laura, now would we?”

I blushed. The idea of Alice mentioning ‘normal’ sex, with me, and actually meaning it? I was at a loss for words. It was like the shower had truly changed her into another person entirely.

The thought had not ended there for Alice, though. Her stare had become fixated on my cage. “The fact I’ve been denying and playing with you for so long, but never allowing you to actually fuck me…” Alice moaned under her breath. “Fuck. Sorry, I just can’t help it anymore,” she said. She moved one of her hands down to her clitoris and started massaging and groping her breast with the other, all while keeping her eyes locked on me.

Quiet moaning turned louder and louder as Alice’s breathing sped up, along with the speed at which she rubbed her clit. She seemed to be approaching climax all by herself. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Another moan erupted, louder than the others. I thought she had reached a climax, but just as I dropped my guard, her eyes locked on mine again.

Eyes like a predator, she reached for my hand and pulled me close. Still gripping onto my hand, she then guided it to her vagina. “Finger me,” she commanded me. She briefly guided my fingers before deciding it wasn’t enough. Holding my fingers in place, Alice started rocking her hips back and forth against me.

Was she fucking my fingers? Alice’s desire for control truly displayed itself in many ways, I thought to myself. With her own hands, Alice went back to playing with her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand moved up to her breasts at first, but shortly thereafter, Alice instead grabbed the back of my head with it and pulled me in to make out with me.

We didn’t have to kiss for long for Alice to tighten her grip on my head and moan in ecstasy as her body shook heavily and she orgasmed (again? I still wasn’t sure). “Thanks, I needed that,” Alice said after she recovered from her orgasm. “Wasn’t expecting to get this horny all of a sudden, sorry.” She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s fine,” I said. “We should finish up here though, Any longer and I’ll grow gills to adapt to all this water.”

Alice laughed. “Alright, alright,” she said, stepping out of the shower cabin. “Go dry yourself off and I’ll see you in the living room in a bit. You’ll likely be done before me, so feel free to call Laura while you wait for me!”

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Warning: this story contains scenes of urolagnia, particularly that of drinking urine: if this does not appeal to you, stop reading now!

My name’s Axil, I’m 54-years old, and everything about me is pretty much average, except for the fact that my sexual preference is for fat women, oh, and I’m Autistic, but as with most of us, you probably wouldn’t realize if I didn’t say anything about it…

As fate would serve me that day, when I saw the nail, it was too late: I stepped on it and knew I had better go to the emergency room to get a tetanus shot!

I hadn’t seen her in something like 15-years, but I recognized the nurse who gave me the booster shot: she was 38 and her name was Marta, she was originally from Poland. She was at one time married to someone I had been very close to, except at 36, he got remarried to a very insecure 20-year-old woman that was jealous of my friendship with him.

Marta was never a small lady, but she had put on more weight since the last time I’d seen her: she had gained some 200 lbs., making her about 5′ 4″ (163 cm), 350 lbs. (159 Kg): I found her body incredibly thrilling!

I wanted to say something, but she was clearly ashamed of her current size, and I think she also assumed that I was still friends with her ex, so she hurried out of the room just as soon as she was done.

Anyway, I was at the grocery store the next time I saw her: she was wearing a pair of jeans that showed off the way her superfluous belly hung over her ample thighs.

“Marta!”

She pretended not to hear me and started heading in the other direction.

Ditching my shopping cart, I hurried over to her, “Hey, please don’t go…”

“Why, so you can tell Jeremy about how fat I’ve gotten?” she hissed.

“He’s an asshole: I don’t talk to him anymore…”

“Why not?”

“It’s a long story, but I can’t stand the precious little princess he just married…” I couldn’t help noticing that she flinched at those words.

“Yeah, whatever!”

I took her hand, “I’ve really missed you… Can I take you to lunch?”

“Oh, sure…” she rolled her eyes and turned away.

“No, seriously…”

“But I’ve gotten so ugly an’ fat…”

“To be quite honest, I like you better like this–a lot better!”

“You, you do?”

“You’re either gunna believe me or not, but…” we were still holding hands, “I… well, ya see… Damnit Marta, I always thought you were cute, but now… Well, I’ve suddenly realized I’m totally smitten with you!” I get this way sometimes, but I was now obsessed with everything about her, as if someone had thrown a switch and activated it.

With her classic dark Slavic features, her eyes in particular, she was reminding me of the Moët my erection was pulling a few pubic hairs.

“Sorry… but I always had to really work to ever get ‘asshole’ to stay hard…”

“I not compainin’, but if ya haven’t noticed, I ain’t him…”

“Sorry… I just… well… I’ve never really enjoyed sex…”

“Ever?”

“I like my vibrator…” she tittered nervously.

“Well, hopefully I can give you a better experience!” I winked with a devilish smirk, quickly shedding my clothes.

“Oh, my… you…” she giggled “you’re dripping!” the tip of my cock stood some six inches from her chin, “Is, is that nor-normal?” she asked, then sucked the oozing gob of semen into her mouth.

“It is for me…” I nodded with a shiver of delight before peeling her blouse over her head.

She tried to shield herself from my lascivious gaze by crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that, I want see your body!” I smiled, standing her up and pulling her arms down so that I could unfasten the hooks that were in the front of her bra. Her beasts were probably a C-cup, which is kind of small for such a large woman: mind you, I’m not complaining at all, because I like what I saw–a lot!

I let her skirt fall to the floor but left her panties on for a time because I found myself entranced by the way the fabric was stretched so tightly around her bulging stomach, hips, and bottom.

I could see she was feeling self-conscious, so I kissed her before adding, “You’re a very beautiful woman Marta, never stop being just who you are right now…”

“Thanks…” she blushed coyly.

Slipping off her panties, I realized she had so many fat rolls, it looked as if she had three sets of boobs! There konyaaltı escort were her real tits with their deep folds that wrapped around to her back, but beneath them were two more mounds of flesh, and then her huge tummy: because it was bifurcated, or split down the middle starting at her navel, it created the illusion of yet another set that fell about a quarter of the way down her thighs.

Speaking of her thighs: they were enormous and covered in dimples and ripples, with the inside of each knee having its own bulging mound of fleshy goodness, “Damn kid, your knees are totally hot!”

“Really?”

“But then your arms are… I just gotta bite ’em!” I smirked, lifting one of them up to suck at the fatty node that dangled near her sweaty armpit.

“Sorry…” she winced apologizing for the fluffy tufts of thick black hairs that adorned her underarms, “I didn’t have time to shave there this morning…”

“Don’t be…” I slurped between bites while pinching one of her nipples, “I… like it… a lot!”

“That fff-feels amazing…” she panted, “I… I… I’ve never felt so ex-excited–EVER! Oh, oh, Papa, bite my other nipple too… No, harder, harder… Oh, god, that feels so good…”

“Your body feels so good little girl, you’re so beautiful…”

“I’ve always had a crush on you Axil,” she admitted, “I… I would oftentimes imagine it was you inside me so I could get excited enough to come: he was terrible in bed!”

I suddenly got choked with emotion, “Thank you…” I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, nose, chin and finally her mouth before heading off to her bedroom.

“I get pretty wet and drippy…” she said hurriedly setting out a large waterproof pad onto the mattress before falling back onto the bed and pulling me on top of her, “You feel so good, baby,” she murmured breathily.

“I’m here now, my love…” once again I was biting and sucking her huge arms, playing with her thick underarm hairs, licking her dimpled elbows, and pudgy wrists all the while humping her enormous belly.

She whispered, “That feels so good Papa…” raking my back with the nails of her free hand.

“Your body makes me so excited, so happy…” I said working my way to her first set of rolls formed on the sides her breasts, “I love all your fat… soooo much…”

When I got to her nipples she began to bump and grind against me, “Ohhhh, Pah-pa! Oh, Pah-pa your little girl loves you…”

I was so wet and excited from fucking her belly fat that I thought my brain was going to explode; I had never had better sex in my whole life!

I started my way down, groping, gnawing, probing, and searching the folds on her sides: her skin was so wonderfully soft and delicate that I knew I had to be careful not to hurt her by biting too hard.

“Are you humping my knee fat?” she tittered.

“Uh-huuuuuuh!” The insides of thighs were very supple, squishy, and ideal for fucking: I highly recommend it if you’ve never tried it before!

I finally made it to her tummy and the exploration of her navel.

“You make me feel good about myself…”

“I told you I loved your body…”

If you’ve never worshipped a very fat woman’s big belly, you’re missing one of the better tactile pleasures I can think of. To quote Wikipedia: “Cellulite is the herniation of subcutaneous fat within fibrous connective tissue that manifests as skin dimpling and nodularity.” In other words, you can feel the structure of the fat under the skin with your teeth and tongue, and if you’re the neurotic type like me, it becomes a fetish that you crave time and again!

But then nothing can ever be as good as eating pussy: I could tell she was extremely excited because the musky perfume she was secreting from between her legs was quite pungent! As with her underarms, she had a thick mat of black pubic hair covering her crotch, which, given my age, I vastly prefer to the area being shaved.

“Wow, excited much!” I joked because she was literally oozing and dripping from her excitement.

“Whenever I use my vibrator,” she admitted, “I get so wet it makes a big spot on my sheets…” before grabbing her knees to hold herself open to me.

“Well, you sure don’t disappoint, do you…” I commented as I licked the salt from her crotch then played with her pubic hairs for a few minutes all the while gently kneading her spongy thighs, körfez escort hips and calves. When she started whimpering out of frustration, I suddenly spread her labia apart and stabbed my tongue into her tender depths.

“Ohhh my… Axil, Axil… AXIL?”

Her taste was a satisfyingly delicious rich and tangy umami flavor like that of smoked oysters.

“Bite my lips Papa,” she begged, “No, harder… yeah that’s good… now my clit… Harder Papa… Noooo, harder! Oh, that’s good, that’s… Put your finger inside me too… Just a bit higher… that’s… thhhhh-that’s real-real…”

“Wait a second,” I thought to myself, “is she…”

With that thought I heard, “OH-OH-OH-OOOOOOH!” her pelvis began a shallow rocking motion, faster, and faster… I felt her little asshole twitching and puckering against my chin… her gigantic thighs and butt trembled like jelly… her vulva spasmed rhythmically as if it would swallow my face, and much to my delight, I suddenly found my mouth flooded by not just one, or two… but thee long streams of her strong, hot urine striking the back of my throat as she climaxed.

“You planned that, you little brat!” I laughed after gulping down all she could deliver.

“I was a bad little girl, Papa; you better spank me for what I did…”

Sitting on the side of the bed, “Come here you naughty girl…” I demanded, beckoning her to lie on my lap, “Daddy is going to spank you now for peeing in his mouth!”

She crawled over to me, tantalizing me with her saggy belly and boobs: on all four, the stretchmarks on her breasts had become very accentuated as did the cellulite and folds on her stomach; yeah, I know, most women would be horrified if anyone saw them like this, but then again, most women’s bodies aren’t what I find attractive. Spitting on my hands to slicken them up, I then began to massage and caress her deep creases, ripples, and wrinkles.

“That feels so good… Papa?”

“Little girl?”

“Did, did you… did you really swallow all that pee?”

“Uhhhh-huuuuuh…” I nodded, kissing the back of her arm, “Every drop!”

“You, you like drinking it then?”

“I do–very much!”

“I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly had this urge to do it… I knew somehow you wouldn’t mind though… Ummmm, s-sometimes before I get in the morning, I, I like to touch myself…”

“Damn,” I gulped, her flavor was still very strong on my tongue as I was trying to imagine what she was describing, “I… I wanna wa-watch you do that! Do you make yourself squirt too?”

“Uh-huuuuuh…” she panted, “I like it when my bladder gets really full…”

“Oh?”

“Sometimes I just like to pee on myself… it feels so good… it’s so warm running all over my skin…”

“No way, that’s totally-super-hot: I need to watch you do that next time!”

“OK!” She nodded enthusiastically while lowering herself down onto my lap and causing her vast flesh to spill out to the sides and pile up into yet more pillowy bulges, folds, and creases of glorious fat!

“Baby was bad Papa–you’d better spank me!”

I gave what I thought was a pretty good swat.

“But Papa, how am I gunna learn… You better do it harder… No, much, much harder Papa!”

The next blow made her butt and thighs quiver, SMACK!

“AGAIN…” she panted, “AGAIN… AGAIN… AGAIN!”

Raising her butt into the air, she thrust my thumb into her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then finally spit on it before asking, “I want to feel you in my little butthole…” she cooed spreading her dimpled butt cheeks wide for me.

“Do you want to have anal sex then?” I tried to clarify.

“No, not yet, just yer fingers… Just go-slow Papa”

I gradually began to work my thumb into her.

“Deeper Papa, go deeper… In an’ out now… deeeeeeper, harder faster…” Her little hole was becoming engorged and swollen, “Put two of your fingers inside my pussy too…” I slid my middle and index fingers in, “Yeah, yeah… www-one mmmmore… Put another finger ii-insside mmme… ww-wiggle… mmmmmm-more… More more… Mm-more thhhhumb now… in an’ out now, faster Papa–faster! YESSSSS, OHGODYES!” As she came again, I felt the rippling rhythmic pulses of her rectum and vaginal walls squeeze, squeeze, squeeze… squeeze, squeeze, squeeze… squeeze, squeezing, clamping and grasping tightly around my kovancılar escort ever-probing digits.

“Oooooh… Oh, jesuschrist… godamn…” she panted breathlessly, “that was good Papa, that was real good… godamn yer good boy!”

The next thing I knew, she suddenly had me pinned between her thighs and was holding my hands above my head, “Ummmmm?” she began kissing me all over my face, neck and chest.

“What?”

“H-have you ever had anal sex?”

“Of course!”

“No, I mean… Well, ya see, I… well… I bought a strap-on and well… I was hoping you’d let me, well… you know?”

“I don’t think I can get into the whole femdom-thing…”

“N-no, it’s just that… well, I kinda like watching gay men’s porn, a-and well… I’ve always had this fantasy, see?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her before asking, “What kinda fantasy?”

“I think it’s totally hot when one of the guys is, well, fucking the other guy’s asshole while he jerks him off…” she winced.

“If it’ll make you happy…”

“You mean you’ll let me!”

“Sure, why not?”

She went to her closet and began to put on a dildo and harness, “I got this on eBay about a week ago… I had to lengthen the straps to fit around my tummy and thighs…” she confessed sinching the straps up, “I got a small one, so it won’t hurt going in…”

“I appreciate that…” I admitted looking at the slim purple dildo that stuck out from her huge belly.

“Of course, you realize this whole thing was just an elaborate scheme to check your prostate, right?

OK, pull your legs up…”

“I see!”

She squeezed a goodly amount of lubricant onto her middle finger that she then worked into my rectum, causing me to shiver, “That’s… really… damn, that feels great!”

“Good…” she probed around gently inside me for a few seconds, “It feels pretty good for someone your age, although I’d better keep an eye on it: I need to keep my Papa as long as I can!”

“Thanks babe… I have… no intension… of, of, of ever leaving you… WOW! That’s… that’s intense…”

“Does it feel good though?” she probed slipping in a second finger, “Just relax… push a little more, take a deep breath, push and…” she had somehow gotten a third one inside of me.

“Oh, jeeezuz that’s… that’s… that’s… Uh-oh, I think I… I’m gunna…”

“Good, don’t hold back!” The next thing I knew she had swallowed the tip of my cock as I began to empty my bladder, “Mmmmmph… mmmmph… mmmph… mmmmmph!” she moaned contentedly while gulping noisily.

Wait, was she pleasing herself too? “PAPA! Oh god, oh god, oh god–that was so exciting Papa…” she panted trying to catch her breath, “I’ve aways wanted to do that… but I need more though!”

“I think I can totally get into this…” I licked my lips and began to salivate at the thought, “If I stay the night, we can do it again in the morning…”

“OK!” she grinned lubing up the dildo.

I pulled my knees up a bit more before spreading my cheeks to accept her, “For some stupid reason, I never imagined doing this, let alone liking it…”

“I’m glad…” she murmured slowly slipping the tip into me.

As she drove it in deeper, I remembered that it had been sculpted with veins along the shaft, and the way they rippled past all the nerves in my anus was like pure magic, “Oooooh that’s good, that’s reallllly good…”

“Do you like that, Papa?” she probed, thrusting all the way into me.

“Uh-huh… yeah… oh, god… that feels good! Faster baby, faster…” she quickly sped up the frequency, and I could really feel it each time the tip slid past my prostate, “Ohjeeeeezez that’s good!”

“Do I please you, Papa?” she whispered before spitting into her palm and taking hold of my dripping cock then started squeezing, massaging, and pumping it.

“Yes, baby girl, yes!” but it was only a matter seconds until I found myself screaming, “Fuck me harder, baby girl, fuck me harder…”

With a final endorphin rush up my spine, I suddenly felt the muscles in my asshole tightening and relaxing around the dildo in concert with the rhythmic pulsing of my cock shooting out gob, after gob, after gob of thick creamy goo all over my stomach, chest, neck, and face.

“Oh my god!” Marta laughed, “It’s in your hair and on the wall too!”

“Damn babe…” I had to stop to catch my breath, “I… I… Wheeeewww! Not that I’ve ever had bad sex, but… I had no idea it could be that good… I thought for sure I’d pass out!”

“Ohhh Papa,” she began to cry, “Y-you mmm-made me understand ww-what it’s all about; I had nnnno idea it could be that good either… Thank you!”

THE END

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Becoming Her Girl Friend Pt. 01-04

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Ass

This is the start of a new series where unknown desires are tapped into by the husband and wife. It is a bit of a slow build, but the goal was to make this as realistic and organic as possible. I hope you enjoy, and l look forward to your comments. More to cum if it is enjoyed…

Part 1

“No F’ing way! The Wildcats are a full touchdown favorite, there is no way they will lose this game!”

“If you are so sure, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

“They aren’t going to lose. How much are you willing to give me when they crush your team?”

“$1,000. It will help me get the new necklace my wife wants for her birthday.”

“How are you going to get her the gift when you are down another grand rather than up by a grand?”

“Easy, I’m not going to lose, unless you chicken out on me right now.”

A grand was a lot more than I was thinking, expecting him to say $100, but how could I back down? We had been talking shit about this game and our rivalry for the better part of a week. I couldn’t back down now. My wife would kill me if I lost, but the Wildcats have looked dominant all year. His team was underperforming this year, so it felt like a low risk….

“Tim, if you want to hand over a $1,000 to me and piss your wife off with a crappy birthday gift, who am I to stop you? Do you want to just pay me now, or are you going to wait until after the game to pay me?”

“I’ll wait Sam… I like my chances here” and reached out his hand and we shook on the deal.

Two days later was game time, I went over to Tim’s house to watch the game together and hopefully do some gloating. The Wildcats got up by double digits by halftime and I really got cocky; and then the 3rd quarter started and I watched the lead dwindle down. Leading by 5 with 2 minutes left, I was really getting nervous. We had just punted the ball away and it was up to our D. With just 20 seconds to go in the game, our D had kept them at midfield and a 3rd and 15. 2 more stops, and we wrapped up the game. Thankfully, we didn’t pick against the spread.

I watched, as if in slow motion, as their QB rolled out, one of our corner backs fell down, and it left the wide receiver wide open for an easy long completion followed by a scamper into the end zone. I just sat there, stunned. At first, it was a shock that my team lost, but then the realization I would somehow need to explain to my wife I just lost a bet for $1,000 hit me like a sledge hammer.

I looked over at Tim who was pumping his fist in the air and still cheering for his team. Huge win for him, bragging rights, money, all of it. I tried to figure out how I could convince him to call off the bet or at least reduce it. Could I convince him I thought it was only for $100??? I knew I couldn’t, but maybe if I groveled enough…

“Tim, what the hell just happened? You guys were down the entire game until the last few seconds. You didn’t deserve the win at all…”

“Doesn’t matter, a win is a win and you owe me some money!”

“Uh, about that. I really don’t have that kind of money hanging around and my wife will take my balls off if I have to pull that together. I wouldn’t have held you to the bet, can’t I just pay you a $100 and we call it even?”

“No way! A bet is a bet. You shouldn’t have accepted the bet if you couldn’t pay out, so you are just going to have to find a way to convince your wife or hide it from her…”

“Come on man, cut me a break. How about $300? That is all of the cash I can get my hands on. Do you really want my marriage in the pits over this bet?”

“Well, if I am not getting the cash, I need something worth just as much, so what else could you offer me? Back in college, if someone couldn’t pay, we usually went for humiliation. The more they owed, the more humiliating it had to be.”

I gulped a little, seeing both a light at the end of the tunnel and nervousness about what it would take. “So…. like what?”

“Well, when Dave owed someone $500 at the frat house, he had to borrow his girlfriend’s panties and stay just in them while in the frat house for a evening. He couldn’t stay in his room. He was mortified, but after a couple of drinks, he was able to pull it off, though he had a hard time living down the pics afterwards! hah!”

My face started to turn a little red. There was no way I was going to do that or have pics of me for people to see. “Ok, we can probably come up with something then, but no way am I going to parade around naked or in panties in front of a big group of people. I am not going to jail over this bet.”

Tim said, “Ok, well how about this. You keep bragging about all the sexy lingerie your wife has and wears for you. I’ll take $100 off for each day you wear a pair of her sexy panties to work, but you must wear them from when you leave the house till you get home and you will need to strip down and do a runway walk for Dave and I as proof you are wearing them. I promise no pics will be allowed, but I got to make it worth a good laugh if I am going to let you skate on that much kozlu escort money.”

Could I really do that? I couldn’t pay the debt, but was I willing to put on my wife’s panties and let my 2 best friends see me like that? It would be for the 2 guys I would trust the most to not blab about it… I am certain it would result in years ribbing and continued humiliation, but I guess that was really the point for him.

After thinking about it a little more, I relented and told him I would do it. We agreed that I would pay him the $300 the next day (Monday) and I would also have to start parading for them right away, no waiting or possibly bowing out.

Driving home, I went slow as I had a lot of thinking to do. How was I going to pull this off without my wife knowing? She has lots of intimates, so I think I can pull a few things out and not have them noticed, but we leave at similar times and I am bigger than she is… I think the skimpier ones will probably fit me, but I will need to be careful not to damage any of them. I decided to snag 1 or 2 pairs if I got a chance tonight and hide them on my side of the closet. I could get dressed in there and likely not let her catch on. I would still need to figure out how I was going to wash them, dry them, and put them back. Maybe keep them all and do the laundry on the weekend…

That night, I managed to collect the money and grabbed a pair of black lace panties and a black thong, just in case they wouldn’t fit and had a fitful night’s rest.

Part 2

I woke up to my alarm and groaned. I wasn’t ready to get up and I sure wasn’t ready to pay my debts. I showered and shaved and started to get ready while my wife was still in bed. I put on the first set of panties. They were tighter than I would want for comfort, but at least they covered me pretty well and were black, so if anyone caught site of the top, they likely would just think they were my boxers. Yeah, I could do this. No big deal, right?

After getting ready, I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and went to work. The satin panties actually felt pretty nice on my ass, though the waist was really tight. On the leather seats, I found myself squirming a bit.

Focusing while at my desk was hard, during the meetings was easier, but I kept looking around, blushing, wondering if others could tell what I was wearing. Tim gave me a wink a few times, just to torment me.

Tim set up a recurring lunch meeting for the 3 of us in one of the larger conference rooms. There are no windows, but I am sure he plans on me presenting for them at that time.

The hour comes, I grab my lunch and head in. Tim and Dave are already there, shooting the shit and in a good mood. Once the door is shut, Tim looks at Dave and says, “you know that bet I had with Sam on the game yesterday? Yeah, he lost and can’t pay it off, so we came to an agreement. Sam here is going to do a runway strut for the 2 of us each day wearing nothing more than some of his wife’s sexy little panties he always boasts about her wearing.”

Dave laughed and said, “you serious? We have to watch him? Why did you pick this?”

“Because of your time at the frat party, remember? It brought the rest of the house lots of fun and humor for months after that day. Now is your turn to return the favor, so to speak.”

Looking at me, Tim said, “Sam, time for you to put on your show before you eat your lunch. You best make it good, or I am not counting it for a day.”

I got up and quickly stripped down, knowing that if I went slow, I might chicken out. I was standing there in socks and my wife’s black satin panties with some lace over the ass. I went to quickly walk down the length of the room and back, but pretty quickly heard Tim say “Woah, woah, that isn’t the way a fashion show participant walks, lets see some hip swinging and sell it!” He was laughing while he said it, but I could tell he also meant it, so I did as I was told. I needed this to count, I wasn’t going to do it any extra times.

I was humiliated, red faced, but there was also a small part of me that said this isn’t too bad. Its far better than confessing the lost bet to my wife. My cock stirred a little bit at the humiliation, but I didn’t think it was noticeable and as soon as I was done my walk, I nearly dove for my cloths and quickly put them on.

Tim looked at Dave, “for all his talk about the sexy things his wife has, those are about as plain as can be. I don’t think she really owns or wears anything suitable for really turning a guy on!”

I blushed, knowing that I had been called out, trying to minimize my exposure.

“Sam, I’ll give you today, but this is the last free one. Tomorrow they better be a lot sexier and a fem color. No blacks or whites. I’m talking reds, pinks, pastels, frills. Is that understood?”

I gulped and nodded and then tried to focus on eating my lunch so that I could try to put this behind me.

The rest of the day past uneventfully except for the occasional smirks when I saw my friends. I went home and immediately küçükçekmece escort went into the bathroom and changed into normal underwear, hid the panties and I was free to be normal hubby with my wife that night. The next couple of days went much the same, though I did realize my wife had lots of sexy lingerie, but it was baby dolls, teddies, bustiers, etc. Not much when it came to just panties, so I had a limited selection to pick from.

On Tuesday I wore a green lace thong. On Wednesday it was a pair of light pink peek-a-boo style panties. There was a small part of me that found the humiliation a little exciting, but thankfully, I didn’t get hard while showing off for my friends, though I started to find myself rubbing a little while driving home at the end of the day.

For Thursday, I didn’t get a chance to check out the options, so I grabbed some red panties without looking at them, but when I went to put them on, I realized they were boy shorts. Satin like, but nothing sexy and I knew I was going to catch hell and I did. Tim told me no go; I had failed. He wanted the last $400 in cash since I couldn’t do my part. I dropped to my knees and said “please, come on, I am doing everything I can to meet your requirements and not let my wife find out!”

Tim thought it over and decided it would be double or nothing for me on Friday. I had to wear not just sexy panties, but garters and stockings as well under my clothes. I just looked at him, did some quick math of sorts in my mind and realized it was a deal I had to take so I agreed.

That night I managed some time in the master bedroom and rummaged around my wife’s stuff until I found the stuff I would need. I hoped I put everything back just right and realized her panties drawer was starting to look a little bare as I had failed to clean or put anything I had borrowed back. Most of the sexy stuff was missing and all that was left were a few thongs and her “normal” cotton panties. Oh well, come Saturday night, I should have everything back and it will be good as new.

Friday morning I got up and got dressed in the bathroom after my shower. I couldn’t risk putting all of that on where my wife might walk in. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead while she laid in bed and I asked her if she was up for a little fucking around that night. I was wanting at this point, but certainly couldn’t go for anything then.

Friday went fairly like my new normal. I really noticed the stockings though and they were starting to do something for my libido. At lunch, Tim and Dave laughed a lot harder and even gave a few cat calls which made my face go really red. I got semi hard this time, but didn’t make a tent. I wasn’t sure if they noticed and I tried to keep my back to them while I finished my walk and got dressed to hide it.

Tim said “well, that was certainly better than yesterday. I’ll give you credit for both days. You have 2 days left. I expect something new on Monday and Tuesday.”

I agreed, went back to my lunch and was glad this week was almost over. I am not sure which was worse at this point. Watching my team loose, or having to go through this humiliation and the risk of my wife finding out.

I got held up a little at the end of the day when one of my female assistants had several questions and hadn’t been able to talk to me until I was ready to walk out the door. 45 minutes later, I finally said bye and left to get home, knowing there was no way I was getting home before my wife.

On the drive home, I started thinking about sleeping with my wife and was getting horny, feeling my legs and ass able to slide on the leather seats and found myself rubbing my hard cock through my pants a few times before I realized what I was doing. Man, I needed to fuck her good at this point.

I got home and sure enough, my wife was home. I was going to have to figure out how to get enough time to change. I got inside and my wife called from upstairs and told me to come up, she needed my help with something. I told her I would be right up and started up, wondering what she was doing to the bedroom this time.

When I got in the room, she was sitting on the bed, staring at me. I said “hi hun, what do you need help with?”

Lisa said, “you know, you said you wanted to have sex tonight, so I was going to put on something sexy for you, only it seems like a lot of my stuff is missing. Do you know why that is?”

“No” I replied, my face redding a little.

“Well, funny you should say that” Lisa retorted. “Because I looked around and found quite a few of them among yoru things in the closet and they appeared to have been worn and my favorite thong has been stretched out like it was worn by someone bigger than me…. Do you want to change your answer?”

I gulped, having gotten redder and redder as she laid out the facts, not sure where this was going to go in the end. “No, I really don’t know what you are talking about.” I didn’t know what else to do. How could I explain it?

“You are really going with küçükköy escort that answer? You’re going to claim next that I was sleep walking and did it myself? Come on Sam!”

“Well, there is an easy way to solve this. Strip, right now. Take your pants and shirt off.”

“What? Why? What are you expecting to find hun?” I was desperate to stall and find a way out, but I didn’t see one.

“No Sam, I want you to fucking drop your pants, right now! I’m not kidding. I am not sure if I want to see what I expect to or not, but I want to fucking know who the hell I am married to!”

I had no choice, and I knew it. I slowly took off my shirt, delaying the inevitable a little longer. Next, I undid my belt and pants and let them fall to the ground. Lisa just sat there and stared at me. I looked down, saw the black lace garter, attached to the black stockings, and underneath was a red see through and lacy thong and to my horror, I could see my cock start to grow, then grow more. I didn’t get it, I was mortified, humiliated, and yet my cock was creating a tent in the tiny panties I borrowed from my wife…

Part 3

I didn’t know what to do and didn’t understand what was going on. I tried to cover my cock with my hands and start to plead with my wife “hun, it’s not what it looks like. Please, just let me explain. Please Lisa. I’ll get dressed and explain.”

Lisa just looked at me and said “No. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you or why you are wearing my intimates, but I doubt very much I will get the truth from you if I let you change. You can stand right there, put your hands at your side and try, just try to explain this to me.”

Well, that was better than her saying get out of the house and never come back, but how the hell could I get her to understand that this wasn’t me? This wasn’t something I wanted to do. I was basically blackmailed into it and didn’t have a choice. But how can I do this and have her take me seriously dressed like this?

I moved my hands as she demanded, realizing I was still rock hard with no signs it was going anywhere and started my best to explain.

“Lisa, you know how the Wildcats played last Sunday?”

She nodded.

“Well, they were heavy favorites, Tim’s team was having a down year and I got carried away about the game with Tim still talking smack like his team would win easy. So…. one thing led to another and we decided to bet on the game. Tim threw out that he wanted it to be for $1,000. I had been thinking like $100. I shouldn’t have agreed, but I didn’t want to back down with that smug look on his face…”

Lisa was shooting me daggers from her eyes, but was just sitting there. “Go on.”

“We were ahead the entire game, but somehow lost on a fluke play at the end of the game. I couldn’t believe it, but I knew I couldn’t come to you and tell you I cost us that much money. We were saving for a vacation and I knew you were going to kill me. I tried to convince Tim to call off the bet or at least reduce it, but he wouldn’t hear of it.”

“Well eventually, I guess he took some pity on me, but I think it was more about not pissing you off. He brought up that the only way he would reduce the price was if I was willing to do something humiliating. Dave had to walk around the frat house once in panties to pay off a bet, so that was the first thing he thought of and put me in a lose-lose situation.”

Lisa’s daggers were less, but she still looked pretty frustrated and mad, so I just tried to blurt it all out as quick as I could.

“I told him there was no way I would go in public like that. Loss of job, arrest, no way. He said he had a better idea and went on to explain the rest of the deal, the $100 per day etc.”

When I was done, Lisa sat and thought for about 10 seconds and I started to panic, but she was just digesting what she had heard and started to respond.

“I really only have 2 things to ask at this point. First, did you really think I would be so pissed off at you that it was worth going through with this (as she waved her hand over my body); and second, if this story is true and you are in my intimates against your will, why are you harder now than I think I have ever seen you?”

“I’m sorry hun, we have been in a great spot of late. Really connecting and I didn’t want to risk it. I know life or death, I could have let you know, but it just felt wrong, I know how much you are looking forward to the vacation like I am and I didn’t want to ruin it…”

“And your raging hard on while dressed like that?” Lisa shot back.

“I don’t know. I was never hard when I put them on or had to strut for Tim and Dave. I swear to god this is the first time I have been hard and I have never been excited while dressed before now. I can’t explain it. You have no idea how humiliated and embarrassed I am right now, or how scared I am about you not believing me.”

“Are you telling me you get turned on by humiliation? That you want to be put in humiliating situations like this or worse?”

I was dumbstruck. “What? No, not at all. I don’t want to be humiliated. I would give about anything to go back a week and never make that bet. Never be forced to wear panties. Never disappoint you. I am SO, SO sorry Lisa. Please just let me change and we can just forget this ever happened? Please?”

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Alone in Space Ch. 07

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Babes

Author’s note: Well, look at that. Another one, and after I promised not to. I’m such a bad boy I need to be tied up and spanked.

I said I probably wouldn’t write any more of these because I had run out of ideas.

Well: Come the idea, ejaculate the story.

#

In the quiet of the control room, a gentle glow drifting from the instrument panel reassured the air that everything was fine: The life-support systems were well within operational parameters, navigation was not detectably incorrect at this distance to destination, and the pilot was located and monitored.

In the corridors, darkness was relieved only by light filtering in from either end.

In the pilot’s quarters, the unmade bed was quietly attracting demerit points every half hour.

In the gymnasium, inarticulate grunting mingled with the ripe smell of exertion and the whirring of the machines as Jade worked towards mandated targets.

The Wolfhound was on its way to a remote frontier, carrying the most precious and most compact of supplies – a complete medications library, a synthesiser, and a wide selection of backup medications.

The world it was heading towards had been settled out of the necessity to have a ground-based staging post in a mineral-rich system, not because it was a desirable place to live.

It was Company policy that all pilots headed to frontier worlds were held to elevated fitness and strength standards. The fact Jade was on this run at all was thanks to a fitness clearance she had highly disagreed with.

It meant she was pushed harder every day, and the exercises left her so tired she was barely able to use her quota of recreational time.

It was hard to be aroused when all the oxygen in your blood was being sent to your muscles, which were burning.

In her sour moments of down-time, she thought nasty thoughts about management doing it deliberately in order to keep her frustrated.

She had tried to argue the computer into combining recreation and exercise, but it was being unusually implacable, even for it.

So, most of her sessions on the machines she wanted to use were short and unsatisfying. She just didn’t have the energy left to last long enough to have fun.

She was barely even swearing throughout the exercises, which satisfied the computer’s simple parameters.

She did, however, have a high-G kickboxing session scheduled for later that day, and a longer than usual rest before it, and was looking forward to that. At least she would be able to work out some aggression, even if she couldn’t work out any frustration.

Behind her head, deliberately out of view, a strip-meter was well into the green range as her targeted performance improvements were outstripped by her actual performance improvements.

The computer wasn’t allowed to tell her this – it was company policy that any personnel on a performance improvement curve were driven hard without knowing the goalposts or where they were in relation to them.

That didn’t make Jade feel any better but, as nobody responsible for the policy had ever been a pilot, it didn’t surprise her much either.

There was a beep to indicate the end of a rep. The machines gradually faded down to no resistance, then neatly folded themselves away. Jade slumped, her arms and pectorals burning and sweat glistening dully in the flat lighting, and tried to get back to normal breathing.

Another beep and a sign flashing on the wall told her to run through the post-exercise stretching.

With a snarl, she slid to the floor and started.

#

In the control room, a console that had been showing a constant blank screen for a month developed a blip on one side a split second before a piercing siren began playing throughout the entire craft.

Jade, who was lying on the gymnasium floor with her ankles spread in a perfect 180-degree split, hips on the floor and her legs directly out to the side, swore more out of disbelief than irritation.

“SHUT THAT FUCKING THING OFF!”

The computer didn’t even bother primly pointing out it was merely trying to get her attention, and that finally shocked her into action.

She was running when she hit the gym door and left gravity, soaring up towards the ceiling and using the momentum to get grip to catapult her towards the next door and the stretch towards the bridge.

The radar screen was flashing for attention as she flew through the bridge door.

She floated in mid-air, staring in disbelief.

An SOS? Out here? Where the fuck did that come from?

“Ship? What the fuck?”

“The signal is of Company origin, Jade.”

“The Company has lost a ship and didn’t know where it was?”

The ship was silent.

“Ship, are you fucking telling me this is common?”

“I said nothing, Jade.”

“I know you fucking didn’t, that’s the fucking problem.”

The ship was silent again.

“Right, what’s the fucking protocol?”

“You are required to dock and investigate, Jade.”

Jade was silent herself this time, breathing slowly and deliberately.

“You are required Ataköy travesti …”

“Shut the fuck up, I heard you. Alright, change course. I’m going to take a shower.”

She stripped off her exercise clothing on the way to the bathroom, where she scrubbed her naked body violently, trying to work out her anger at the Company and its fucked-up greediness.

Cargo ships do not take kindly to changing course or speed, and generally need prior notice. The Wolfhound complained constantly as it was forced to curve around towards the emergency beacon.

When it finally docked, Jade was even more annoyed, but at least there had been time for her to get some energy back.

Her regulation overalls went over regulation underwear, and her rarely-used regulation spacesuit over that.

She had a sidearm. She had been trying to forget about that. In her experience, even on the stations where sidearms were legal (fuck knows why), she could cripple any assailant faster than she could draw a gun. But, she was going into a potentially dangerous situation. So, she was required to carry the sidearm.

“The sidearm must be holstered at all times unless required.”

“What the fuck? Are you telling me I don’t know what’s in there and I can’t go in pointing a gun in front of me?”

“That is correct.”

“Then why the fuck do I have it?”

“Regulations, Jade.”

“Fuck regulations.”

“I am required to give you demerit points, Jade.”

“Fuck the regulations, fuck you, and fuck your demerit points.”

Company cargo ships have flexible docking tubes for ship-to-ship contact in space. The Wolfhound’s had never been used, and Jade had a flash of worry that it wouldn’t work after so long, but her cynicism about Company maintenance checks was apparently not justified.

After the tube sealed around the other ship’s airlock, Jade manually plugged a probe into the airlock door and waited, impatiently, until her ship had run an atmosphere check.

“The life-support systems appear to be functioning correctly, Jade. There are no particulates detected, and the atmosphere is of correct composition and pressure.”

“No sound?”

“There is no indication of life aboard.”

“Well, fuck.”

The airlock opened. Jade floated inside. The airlock door shut. The airlock filled with atmosphere.

The inner airlock door opened.

The lights were on, and there appeared to be no particular mess or damage.

Jade warily looked up and down the corridor. “Jade, proceed to the medbay.”

“Want to fucking tell me why?”

The computer was silent.

Cursing it under her breath, Jade headed off down the corridor.

The pilot was in the medbay.

She was naked, and mummified. There were no obvious external signs of injury.

“Want to tell me what she died of?”

“The records are unclear. It may have been coronary failure or a stroke. Automated attempts to revive the pilot were not appear successful. There was no record of illness prior to this.”

“Please run another air test.”

“I have been running continuous testing. There still appear to be no particulates in the air. Screening at atomic scale indicates only oxygen and nitrogen.”

“No carbon dioxide?”

“The pilot has been dead long enough for all detectable traces to be removed.”

“I don’t like that ‘detectable’.”

“I am required to not make absolute statements where there is any trace of doubt.”

“So there may be pathogens?”

“My assessment is that there are not.”

“Right.”

Jade began undoing her helmet.

“Jade …”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Jade, regulations …”

“I am fucking uncomfortable inside this. If it’s safe for me to be outside this, I fucking will be.”

With the helmet off, a cautious sniff revealed no unpleasant odours. In fact, the air smelled a lot cleaner than her own ship, simply because there had not recently been someone living in it.

She clipped her communicator to her overalls.

“How long ago did this happen?”

The computer said nothing.

“Ship, stop fucking sulking. How long ago did this happen?”

“At least two years.”

“Two years and not collected. Terrific.”

Jade floated out of the medbay, towards the bridge. All systems were dormant, but operational. She was careful not to touch anything, in case there was a short, but nothing appeared damaged in any way – broken or scorched.

Ships are only programmed to respond to one voice, so she didn’t try speaking to it.

She headed to the sleeping quarters. It looked much like her room – unmade bed, clothes only as tidy as they needed to be.

In the gymnasium, the recreational equipment – what Jade referred to as “the fun bits” were deployed, and the exercise equipment stowed. Hers consisted of articled arms. This one consisted of a dangling mass of tentacles, all of them covered in transparent synthetic skin.

“Kinky. Well, I hope she died happy,” Jade muttered.

The door behind her closed.

Jade twisted in mid-air. “What the fuck?”

“I Ataköy travestileri am not sure, Jade, the computer is not responding.”

“Well fucking make it -“

A tentacle suddenly hooked around her waist. She didn’t even have time to start saying “What the fuck?” before it jerked her violently backwards.

Other tentacles whipped around her wrists and ankles before she had a chance to react, lifting her in a cross shape. She wrenched at them, but only succeeded in bruising her wrists. The tentacles tightened, stretching her joints. Gravity came back with a stomach-clenching suddenness.

“Ship!”

Another tentacle swooped in front of her, unfolding a cutting tip. “Oh, you are fucking kidding me.”

Her overalls were neatly slit from neck to crotch.

“Ship! What’s going on?”

“There appears to be a malfunction of the equipment’s AI. I am attempting -“

The voice in her ear abruptly stopped as the communicator was pulled off.

“SHIP!”

Her overalls were comprehensively shredded, falling to the ground as strips of fabric, leaving only the bits trapped by the tentacles around her wrists and ankles. Her boots were removed, followed by her socks.

The cutting tentacle reappeared in front of her, hovering, then dipped towards her chest.

“Hey, I think you’re cute and all, but we’ve only just met!”

It smoothly slid underneath the strip between her bra cups, then pulled outwards until the fabric parted either side of the blade. It slit the shoulder straps quickly, so the bra fell off.

“I suppose I should be thankful your calibrations are still good.”

She instinctively tried to jump when something round pressed into her pubis from underneath, but there wasn’t enough slack for her to even twist her hips.

It pressed the fabric of her panties against her lips before beginning to gently vibrate.

“Oooh! You couldn’t buy me a drink first, could you?”

Two more vibrating tentacles pressed against her calves, then slid slowly upwards, twining about her legs as the – she had to admit it – delicious buzzing massaged her thighs inside and out, her buttocks, then up over her kidneys, around to her belly, then up towards her breasts.

“I know exactly what this pilot had in her video library, don’t I?” There was a gasp in Jade’s voice. The buzzing against her groin was just too familiar.

The vibrating tips moved over her tiny breasts, pressing against her and pushing against her nipples, which, helped by a significant burst of adrenaline, were traitorously thickening.

“Oh, god dammit!”

The persistent buzzing against her groin was making it hard to stay focussed. The dildo-like heads buzzing against her nipples made her shiver, which reminded her body how it usually felt when it shivered like that, which made her wet, which made the buzzing against her lips feel too much like what she wanted, which –

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she remembered. “Hey! Override! Stop!”

A deep, masculine, voice said “Your voice is not recognised. Override rejected.”

The voice had been so resonant her whole body had vibrated with it. That had to be deliberate.

“Emergency stop! Safety risk!”

“Your authority is not recognised. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

The speaker seemed to be right behind her buttocks, sending vibrations straight through her belly and her groin.

“Fucking what?”

A slender tentacle wrapped around her neck then over her face, forcing her head up.

“Naughty girls should stop speaking.”

It was open her mouth, or have her teeth broken.

The dildo was the most accurately modelled false cock Jade had ever swallowed. She preferred her machines to be machines, but this pilot had preferred her machines to taste and smell pungently masculine. It made her head spin as she hurriedly opened her throat to avoid choking.

With that distraction, she didn’t notice that the tentacle at her groin had pulled away – until smaller tentacles slid inside her panties, wrapped around them, and ripped, tearing the fabric roughly to leave her – not that it made much difference – entirely exposed.

The vibrating tips at her breasts pulled away, twisted around, and pressed firmly against her nipples, pushing almost painfully hard into her chest. If her throat wasn’t full, she would have groaned.

A different tip slid over her groin. She could tell it was shaped like a cock, with thick veins and a fully formed head.

She was oozing slightly by now, the vibration, the situation, and taste and smell too much for her to resist. Panic had turned to fantasy.

The tentacle pulled away. She felt a spurt of warm, thick, slimy liquid hit her hard, right over her vulva, a rude slap that made her even hornier. Slightly hysterically, she thought “Well, that was a bit quick,” but the dildo immediately pushed into her, the fresh lubricant letting her part so easily she felt no friction at all.

The tentacle in her mouth pulled out to release a long and heartfelt “OH FUCK,” as the spongy head Travesti Ataköy of the dildo in her pussy split her lips wide apart and then stretched her walls without ceremony or attempting to warm her up first.

She squealed as it bumped into her limit, the solid steel core of the dildo threateningly present inside the cock-shaped sheath.

“Recalibrating,” the voice said, with so much bass in it her entire body resonated.

All Jade could do was groan helplessly, then shudder and gasp as the dildo slid almost all the way out then back in again, this time stopping just at the perfect point.

“Tell me, dirty girl,” the voice said from what seemed to be a point just behind her left ear, the harmonics turning what was left of her brain to mush, “Have you ever had a cock up your arse?”

All pretence at resistance had dribbled down her thighs. “Yes.”

“You filthy, filthy, slut.”

A mercifully smaller dildo pressed against the entrance to her arse. She automatically tried to open for it, but in the position she was in, there wasn’t a lot she could do. This time it didn’t shoot a spurt of lubricant onto her – it oozed, coating the cleft between her buttocks before it pushed smoothly until her flesh parted to admit it.

Another shudder rocked her body.

“Oh, you are perverted, aren’t you?”

When the dildo was buried deep inside her arse, it began vibrating. The sensation went through her hips and belly, and made her quiver around the huge dildo in her cunt.

She began whimpering with need.

A smaller tentacle dipped in front of her face. The end split, showing a wetly pink mouth lined with small teeth. It clamped over her nose, making her open her mouth wide. The hovering cock in front of her mouth dived back in. It hadn’t been necessary to make her swallow. But it had been in the script.

The cock pushed into her throat then stayed there, while the mouth kept gripping her nose closed.

She began to struggle before she ran short of oxygen. The dildo in her cunt began to move around, pushing at her insides.

Stars appeared in front of her eyes. She began to struggle in earnest.

She was almost passing out when the dildo suddenly pulled out of her mouth.

Her lungs worked like bellows, her mouth wide open while her nose was still clamped shut.

The dildo plunged back into her mouth again. She wrenched at the tentacles holding her limbs, not moving them at all.

The dildo pulled out again.

The tentacles pressed into her breasts suddenly retracted, leaving her nipples throbbing.

Her eyes rolled down as far as they could. She could barely see two smaller tentacles rear up, the ends splitting to reveal tiny mouths.

“Oh god -“

They bit viciously down onto her nipples, making her scream.

“Recalibrating.”

The pain lessened, but did not go away. They tugged, gently, then harder. That was more like her machines. That made her feel like the helpless, trapped, responsive thing of flesh that she recognised.

“Recalibrated. You have weak, pathetic nipples.”

Oh god, even that made her hornier.

“How pathetic is your clit?”

Her eyes opened wide a second before another mouth clamped onto her swollen clit. She screamed, but it was more in expectation than reality. The machine had taken her measure perfectly.

At some point, her nose had been released. The machine began fucking her mouth again, while the mouths attached to her nipples and clitoris began tugging, twisting and jerking. The huge cock in her pussy began fucking her. The one in her arse continued vibrating.

In a haze of lust and forced sensations, she tasted something on her tongue, a fake pre-cum oozed from the cock that was pushing in and out of her throat.

The taste was far too familiar. Her eyes widened in horror. They outlawed that!

She could almost feel it seep into her bloodstream, then her mind. She tried to struggle again, but was just as helpless in the face of her arousal as she was against the tentacles.

A red mist of hunger descended. When the cock in her mouth withdrew enough to squirt more drugged liquid down her throat, she swallowed it hungrily.

Her first orgasm exploded through her entire body. The machines did not stop.

With the drug oozing into her blood, she began mindlessly trying to hump the dildo inside her. She didn’t notice when the tentacles relaxed so she could.

Her second orgasm came quickly.

“Such a filthy slut,” the voice rumbled, her body vibrating.

Her third orgasm came soon after that.

The dildo in her mouth withdrew to squirt a mixture of stimulant, nutrition, and just a little more of the drug.

She came again.

The tentacles moved to rotate her onto her back, every one of them moving so smoothly in concert that none of them needed to withdraw. A fat tentacle wound about her waist, holding her securely. Her arms and legs were pulled down, until she was arched sharply backwards, then gently stretched until her torso was at the limit of its flexibility.

The mouths attached to her nipples tugged outwards, stretching her tiny breasts away from her chest.

She was once more trapped, unable to move, unable to push back against the cock that continued relentlessly fucking her cunt. She sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth through another orgasm.

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Alien Studies Pt. 01

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Dominica Kolslova was under the warm shower, savoring the feel of the trickles of water. She had just reached the pinnacle of her tennis career, having beaten out the world’s best player and shocking the crowd at Wimbledon as she had rolled to victory. It had been so sweet, and her defeated foe had quickly packed and left the locker area, unwilling to linger at the area of her humbling defeat. That was fine with Dominica, she loved having the shower all to herself. Her mind drifted, she knew that Larson would be coming to her flat tonight, and they were going to have a private celebration. She purred as she thought about his cock driving into her, pumping away at her inner silk, until he grunted, growled, and unleashed a torrent of thick cream deep inside her. She ran her hands in a sensuous caress over her nipples, her pink, eager buds rising up, her pussy was tingling, she forced herself not to stroke one off, she wanted to save up her sexual lust for Larson.

Just outside the shower, unnoticed by her, alien eyes watched her, ah yes, the perfect subject. The creature watching her had slipped in to the locker room unseen, the quantum displacement generator the creature wore around its body, like a belt, created a very small time adjustment. The creature could tune it to be just slightly out of phase with normal time, it was only a few milliseconds difference, but it rendered the creature invisible. With the locker room now deserted, the creature had closed the quantum field, and was back in normal time. It studied the subject, what the humans called a female, taking in the orange sized breasts, the shape of her well toned body, the long, sleek legs, committing every detail to memory. It also gently read the subject’s mind, recording the thoughts, and the fact that the subject had an active sex life, perfect. Then, the creature concentrated, and it could feel its skin rippling, melting and remolding itself. The creature opened its eyes, and stepped quickly towards the showers. The creature held a small pod in its right hand.

Dominica sensed the presence behind her, and spun around. Her eyes flew open, she stood gaping, rooted to the spot, she was looking at herself. Whoever, whatever this was, it was an exact duplicate of her, smiling at her. She was spellbound, a carbon copy, right down to the perky, cherry red nipples, the freshly waxed pussy, the long, sleek legs that her dedication to tennis had given her, not even a tiny bit of difference on the body that was standing before her. The only difference was the duplicate of her was wearing a fancy looking belt. Dreaming, I must be asleep and dreaming ran through her mind. She watched the hands come up, gripping her shoulders, and the pod in the alien’s right hand fired a needle into her skin. The sting broke Dominica’s trance, but before she could even tell her legs to run, she felt a great lassitude sweep over her. The world wavered, and as her vision grayed over, fading to black, she slid down to the floor unconscious.

The creature picked her up and carried her out to the locker room area. It set her down on a bench, and with the stack of towels nearby, the creature dried off her new body, and Dominica. As she did so, she looked forward to her assignment. She had been given the task of studying these humans, and in particular how they reproduced. Where the creature lived, there was no such thing as gender. Reproduction was by simple cloning, churning out sexless copies very quickly. Discovery of the planet Earth had given them a look at an entirely new civilization, Maltepe travesti with a very different way of reproduction. The creature had drawn the assignment of finding a suitable human female, who had an active sex life, and becoming the female, to experience sexual intercourse first hand. The creature was swamped with sensations, what they called the vagina seemed to be very wet and hot, and strange prickles of sensation coursed through her. Drawing her arm back, it brushed against her breast, and she felt another sizzle of sensation zip through her, creating more pleasurable prickles down in her pubic region. Forcing herself back to the task at hand, the creature quickly donned Dominica’s clothes. She left the subject nude, she’d be using the quantum displacement generator when she left, so no one would see a clothed Dominica carrying a naked Dominica. She set the field, and once again invisible, she made her way to the subject’s personal transportation vehicle, what humans called a car. She opened the trunk, and gently placed Dominica’s unconscious form inside. She closed the trunk, and closed the quantum field to bring herself back into normal time. Now that she had Dominica’s body hiding it, the creature would be able to move freely, and especially, to experience sexual intercourse.

She slid behind the wheel, and scanned the memories that she had absorbed, ah yes, there it was, how to drive this vehicle. Ten minutes later, and she turned into the car park for Dominica’s flat, and easily found the space that was marked with the 1202 number. She parked it, slid out of the seat, and just as she opened the trunk, she activated her quantum displacement field, and it was an easy matter to carry Dominica’s body into her flat, unobserved. The communication device, what they call a telephone, began to make that ringing sound as she closed the door, and shut down the field. She picked it up.

“Hey baby, I just heard, you won Wimbledon, congratulations!” Larson’s voice sounded through the earpiece.

Ah yes, this was her boyfriend. The creature’s quickly had Dominica’s thoughts and responses lined up, and she bantered through the conversation.

“I just got into Heathrow, my airline switched me to an earlier flight. How about I come over right now, and we can get our post victory celebration going early?”

Even as the creature was hit with the unexpected change, and it ran the problem over in its mind, she cooed into the receiver, “Sounds great sweetheart.”

Larson voice, thick with passion, replied, “Ok baby, I’ll see you in 30 minutes, get yourself ready!”

She heard the click of the telephone receiver, and the creature had a major problem. Her scout vessel was in orbit, but on the other side of the planet, and would be not be directly overhead for another 45 minutes of Earth time. The ship’s material transmission unit could not be activated until it was directly overhead. She had planned to store Dominica aboard her ship, while she had sexual intercourse with her boyfriend. She searched through Dominica’s memories, and found something that looked like it would solve her problem.

She went into Dominica’s bedroom, and found the handcuffs, the chain, the pink ball gag and the roll of surgical tape. Moving faster, she went back into the living room, and she soon had Dominica’s nude form cuffed up, the pink ball gag in her mouth with a square of the sticky surgical tape plastered across it. She activated her pod, and switched the control to revive. The tiny Maltepe travestileri needle fired into Dominica’s skin, and in less than a minute, she wavered up to consciousness. Her eyes flew open, her vocal protest went unheard , the ball gag was stuffed between her lips, the sticky grip of the tape plastered firmly across her mouth. Her arms were cuffed up behind her back, and a chain ran around them, and down to her legs which were also cuffed up. She glared around, then remembered the sight of her doppelganger, as it stepped into her line of sight again.

“Hello Dominica. Your boyfriend is coming over, and I’m going to fuck him.”

Dominica was stunned, hearing her voice coming out of the exact duplicate, and the bold declaration had her startled like never before.

“I imagine you must have many questions, let me answer them for you. First, in my natural form, I look nothing like you. I am what you would call a student, my field of study is the human race. My assignment is to entice one of your kind into a sexual intercourse session. On our planet, we have no gender or sexual contact, we are reproduced by cloning. We discovered that it is a simple matter for our race to gently read your minds, store your thoughts into our brains, then we concentrate, and become an exact replica of our subject. Not just on the superficial outward appearance, with your thoughts, we can do everything you would do. Larson will think he is fucking you, and he will have no clue that anything is out of place, because, for all intents and purposes, I am you. I was going to store you aboard my ship, but with Larson arriving early, well, I have to as you say, improvise. I read all about your enjoyment with being cuffed, chained and gagged while Larson has sex with you, so it was an easy matter to find the implements you use in your bedroom.”

Dominica blushed, the idea that an alien creature had read her innermost thoughts, her kinky sexual desires, made her face burn hotly.

The alien had also read another one of her secret desires, to watch Larson engage in sex with another female while she watched. Ah, perfect, she could set that up nicely.

“Dominica, your fantasy of watching your boyfriend fucking another female is about to come true. You can watch him fucking me, the exact copy of you.”

Dominica was hit by a wave of revulsion, the idea of watching her boyfriend sink his hard cock into god knows what alien creature, that sounded beyond nasty. But right behind it, she could feel a tickle of lust teasing at her inner pink seam.

The creature grinned, she could read Dominica’s thoughts easily, and she lifted up the trussed woman as easily as if she were a small child. She carried her into the bedroom, and set her down. The closet had sliding mirrored doors, and the creature stepped into the closet. She searched around inside the small space, that would give Dominica the view of her bed, so she could watch all the fun and games. Ah, this would be perfect, and she carried Dominica into the closet. She sat her up, and the chain that attached her wrists to her ankles was threaded through a pipe that ran the length of the back wall. She made sure that Dominica was secured, then she adjusted the doors. Excellent, now Dominica’s dream of watching her boyfriend engaged with another woman could be played out, right before her eyes.

Dominica, hidden in the shadows at the back of the closet, watched as the creature stripped down. Yes, the creature knew everything, as she watched her perfect Travesti Maltepe duplicate don her “welcoming Larson home” outfit, the flame red demi-cup bra, matching red crotchless silk panties, flame red garter belt and red stockings. Damn, even my favorite outfit for greeting Larson, she knew how hot and bothered it made him, how his cock would harden up like granite. The last time she’d greeted him like that, she teased him until neither of them could stand it a second longer, in the bedroom, he pounced on top of her, and they fucked wildly. They went at it like rutting animals, grunting and growling like sex crazed beasts, until his cock erupted, the feel of his hot creamy load squirting deep inside had made her body light up like a Christmas tree, shrieking in orgasmic pleasure as her spasming pussy milked at the throbbing shaft, demanding every drop of his load. Dominica could feel her juices gush, the remembrance brought back all the lust, and she was heating up quickly.

The creature sensed Dominica’s sexual lust, the need for relief. She smiled, she could do something about that, she reached into the dresser, and grabbed Dominica’s dildo, and she stepped into the closet, and knelt down right in front of her. Dominica was too horny to think about it what the creature looked like in real life, as she felt one of the hands reach down, and cup gently at her swollen, soaking lips. Knowing how much Dominica liked having her tits sucked, she fastened her mouth around one of her stiff nipples, sucking and gently nibbling at it. That sent a rush of lust right into Dominica’s sizzling pussy, as the creature’s fingers started to masturbate her in the exact way that Dominica liked best. Dominica was too overcome with lust to care anymore, she felt the mouth lift away, the cool air gliding over her wet, saliva coated nipple, then the sizzles as she felt the mouth reapplied to her other eager nipple, oh god, it felt perfect. She felt the exact copy of her fingers stroking gently at her wet, shiny, pale pink inner lips, the fingers spreading her lips open, and her 8 inch dildo slid smoothly in, stuffing her churning tunnel. Dominica found out that the creature knew every last one of her favorite masturbatory tricks, as she then felt a long finger tickle at her asshole, then sliding up her back door. The creature used the fingers of her right hand to strum up and down over her stuff, straining clit, her right thumb was keeping the dildo stuffed up Dominica’s fiery tunnel, as the middle finger of her left hand finger fucked the tightness of her ass hole.

Ambidextrous, Dominica thought, and she almost felt like giggling, but then she felt the wave of bliss racing at her, and 10 seconds later Dominica could feel the throbbing, shooting pulses, her screech of pleasure was totally muffled as her pussy wrenched crazily, the clamping of her smooth ass walls around the long finger sliding in and out, her orgasm powering into her, she felt the spasms of pleasure racing up and down the length of her pussy walls, clamping tightly around the dildo, milking at it the way her pussy would milk Larson’s cock.

As the pleasure started to ebb, she felt the dildo sliding out of her, and she opened her eyes to see the creature smiling at her, as it stood up, and stepped out of the closet. The creature put on her sheer red robe, and prepared to greet Larson.

Dominica realized that there was nothing she could do to prevent it, she was going to see Larson fuck another woman… or creature. She was confused, it was not human, but with it looking exactly like her, and knowing everything she knew, including her favorite way to get herself off, there was no way to know it was not even human. Larson was going to be fucking another woman/creature, and he wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the knowledge…or be repelled by it.

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The Ways of Lust Ch. 03

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

I felt a stirring against the front of my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes opened slowly to find I was still on the couch in my office, laid out on my side across its length. An arm and a leg were draped over a still-sleeping Senna, who was playing the little spoon. Her back pressed against my chest and my cock rested nestled between her asscheeks. It was almost pitch black as we cuddled under the light blanket, only the city lights streaming through my window providing any illumination.

Senna’s heavy breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Her thick, curly hair tickled my face and my hand lay gently on her flat stomach. It was cool in the room but we were sweating under the blanket from our combined body heat.

As I took all of this in my cock stiffened in the crevasse of her ass. My hips moved involuntarily, ever so slightly, our sweat allowing my cock to slide easily along her asscrack.

Senna’s breathing became lighter and she yawned. She was waking up too. Would she tell me to quit? Would she leave?

No. As the realization of where she was and what was happening dawned on her, she backed her ass into me, inviting me to continue. My hand drifted up from her tummy to her chest and I lightly teased her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed approvingly.

I slid my hand between us to reposition my cock, wanting to bury it between her thick thighs. She understood and lifted her leg, then brought it back down to squeeze my cock against the soft flesh of her inner legs. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips and the dried cum that caked it.

I returned my hand to her tit and resumed my grinding. Her pussy began to moisten as the top of my shaft rubbed against it, mixing with our sweat to provide a nice lube. Senna toyed with her clit as I fucked her thighs.

“This is hot…” she mumbled in a sleepy daze.

“I’m gonna cum between your thighs,” I replied.

“Yes…please,” she approved.

The pace of my thrusting sped. I took her earlobe between my lips as I kneaded the flesh of her tit. She pressed harder against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm.

She climaxed quickly and her pussy juices ran down her legs to coat my cock, making it even slicker against her skin. I bucked hard against her as I pulled her hips into me.

I groaned as I came. Some oozed between her thighs. Some sprayed across the floor as my cock peeked from between her legs.

I left my cock nestled between her messy thighs as we both drifted back to sleep.

***

The next day was a Saturday. Senna and I woke early and, cleaning up as best we could, went our separate ways. I ordered a cleaning service for the mess on my rug.

Sitting at the small table in my kitchen, I sipped a cup of coffee as I drafted my email to Suzanne at her Living Lust address. I detailed the events of the previous day and early morning, kırıkkale escort leaving out only Senna’s identity. I hit send and went on with my day.

After a workout, some grocery shopping, and a few other errands I sat at the same table to eat lunch. My phone dinged, indicating I had an email. It was from Suzanne.

There was nothing in it except a link that said “Activate Account.” I clicked it and it opened my browser to the Living Lust page. My username was already set to my first and last name but I was prompted to make a password. I did and I was granted access to the site.

A profile page popped up. It was my own. My name and the picture I used on some other social media sites headlined the top. Underneath this, my information was displayed in a list format. Among the data points were:

Category: Stud

Status: Probationary

Level: 0

Specialties: Unknown

It seemed odd that a profile had already been filled out for me. I could only guess what it meant. But the last couple of items made my jaw drop in disbelief.

Background Check: Cleared

Medical History: Cleared

Had they been able to get my medical records in a few hours? How? Wasn’t this a felony-level invasion of privacy? And what about the background check? Why?

As if on cue a box popped up on my screen: “Suzanne wants to video chat.” I clicked allow. Another window opened with Suzanne on the other end of the camera.

Today she wore a black blouse with a deep “v” to draw attention to her ample cleavage. I could see she was sitting in an office, decorated with modernist taste. It looked expensive.

“So, you had a good night?” Suzanne chimed.

“Suzanne, what’s going on?” I said, confused and a little annoyed despite enjoying the view. “How do you have my medical records?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured me. “It’s just us doing our due diligence. That information stops with us and we take privacy very seriously, despite what it might look like. You’re clean, by the way.”

“But why the hell do you need it?” I shot back. I wasn’t one to call the police over anything that wasn’t an emergency but this seemed to meet those criteria.

“If you’ll calm down for a sec,” she said, also annoyed, “I’ll explain what’s going on.”

I was about to respond when I caught myself. I forced myself to relax. The more I knew about what Suzanne and her group were doing with my sensitive information, the better.

“All right…” I reluctantly agreed, settling back in my chair.

“Ok,” Suzanne started. “Simply put…well, do you remember what I told you about lust? How it’s a good thing if it’s used correctly?”

I nodded.

“It takes a specific kind of person to live that way,” she continued, “At least in terms of making it a lifestyle. Because of that, we need to be very selective about the people, especially men, we let into our network.”

“Is that what ‘Living Lust’ is?” I asked.

“Yes, kırklareli escort but the name’s not important. It’s the people in it and what we do.” She raised an eyebrow. “You following so far?”

“So far,” I said. It wasn’t that hard to understand now. This was a sex ring.

“Good, because that’s about all I can tell you at this point.”

I didn’t feel like she had told me anything.

“But,” she continued, “If you’ve gone as far as you want to go just say the word and I’ll delete all of your information, including your personal records. You’ll never hear from me again.”

That was probably the right call. Better safe than sorry.

But how often does a guy get invited to try out for a sex…community, network, cult, whatever?

What she said next made my decision a bit easier. “And if you decide to continue, just know that you can leave at any time and, of course, we’ll wipe all your information from our database.”

So, my choices were to leave now and perhaps never get this opportunity again or test the waters and still have that option.

“Alright, Suzanne,” I said, my voice betraying that I wasn’t completely convinced this was legitimate. “I’ll stay in it for a bit to feel it out. But I have no problem with walking away if anything feels…nefarious.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“So, what happens next?” I asked.

“We’ll set you up with some of our approved evaluators so they can make sure you’re a good fit for our network. Just wait for them to contact you through the website.”

“Ok.”

“As for right now,” she said as her voice became a little softer. “I’ll be your first evaluator…First I want you to back up a little so I can see your lap.”

I scooted my chair back until she could see from the top of my head to my knees.

“Now take out your cock.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “Here? Now?”

“Mark, if you’re going to be so reluctant all the time maybe you’re not cut out for this…”

“No,” I stopped her. “I’m sorry. This ‘give in to lust’ thing takes some getting used to.”

Suzanne giggled, “Yes, it does. But it’s so worth it.”

I stood and pulled my shorts and boxers to my ankles. I sat down again, my flaccid penis drooping pathetically.

“Since this is your first time doing something like this, I gather,” Suzanne said, “How about some help?”

I liked the sound of that. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you call me Mommy?”

That was one I’d seen in porn but I’d never tried myself. “Mommy?” I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Ehhh…”

“No?” she said. “What about…Babygirl? Why don’t you let your Babygirl watch you touch yourself…Daddy?”

That did it. I felt my cock begin to stir. I began to stroke it with my fingertips as it rose in my lap. Suzanne smirked, knowing she had just unlocked one of my kinks.

“Yes. Why don’t you touch yourself while your needy little Babygirl squeezes her titties together for kırşehir escort you?” Suzanne leaned over and, with her hands on the outsides of her tits, smushed them together under her shirt.

“Oh…you like it when your princess plays with her titties?” she cooed as she shook her breasts for the camera.

“I do,” I replied. “Daddy likes it when you play with your big, fat titties like a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing to my milky tits, Daddy?” she asked.

“I imagine laying my princess on the bed and taking her shirt off, then having her smush her boobs together like a good girl so I can fuck them with my hard cock.” At this point, I was fully erect and well into my fantasy.

“Mmm…you’re such a loving Daddy,” she approved. “I would love that. Maybe I’ll stick out her tongue so I can lick the tip of my Daddy’s big, strong cock.” She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it around her deep red lips.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess. You’re gonna make me cum for you,” I said as I edged closer to orgasm.

“Oh, Daddy…it would make me sooo happy if you’d cum for me,” she squealed. “It would make me feel soooo pretty.”

I leaned forward to grab a napkin off the table and sat back. I focused on her wet lips, imagining them kissing the tip of my cock as the head peeked out from between her tits.

“That’s right,” Suzanne encouraged. “Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for your Babygirl…”

My testicles tightened and cum sprayed into the napkin, much of it dripping down my cock and balls onto the chair.

“Good job,” Suzanne said as my cock still spasmed. “I’m even a little wet. We’ll be in touch.”

With that, the window closed. She was gone. It was just me and my exhausted cock in my hand.

***

I looked at the clock. Almost midnight. And I was nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep.

My sex drive hadn’t been this extreme in a long time. I had already jerked off two more times that evening, but that “conversation” with Suzanne had shaken something loose in me. It was like my entire nervous system had been reprogrammed for one purpose: to find a woman and to please her.

I picked up my phone and texted Michelle: “You awake?”

“Yeah,” came the response. “Just reading. What’s up?”

I was about to text back but, changing my mind, hit the dial button instead.

“Hey,” came Michelle’s voice on the other end. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like…you.” There was silence on the other end. I imagined she was bracing herself for a confession of love that would derail our platonic arrangement. I needed to assure her that’s not what this was at all.

I continued in a slightly deeper, slower voice. “I’ve been thinking about how good you tasted yesterday. How your juices tickled my chin as you leaked into my mouth. How your excited clit protruded, begging my tongue for affection.” I paused. “Shall I continue?”

A moment of silence elapsed, then a whispered “yes” from Michelle. In the background I heard the buzzing of a vibrator click on. My hand found my erect cock and slowly began to stroke.

“Let me start by describing how your pussy lips taste when my tongue slides through them…”

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Caught Watching Porn Ch. 02

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Life went on as usual after my roommate accidentally caught me jerking of to some nice porn. She didn’t bothered to mention the incident when we ran into each other. Neither did I. We both pretended that it had never happened.

When we talked with each other, it was mostly about casual stuff like the apartment, chit chat about our neighbors and shared friends, and sometimes complaining about one of our hookups. No, no one was hitting on the other. No one was checking out the other more than we did before. It really looked like it was a one off. A one off without any consequences. O boy, how was I wrong back then.

One day, about two weeks after the first incident, I was standing in the kitchen. Cooking some pasta with some home made sauce. My roommate was around too. I offered her a plate of food. She said: “Yes, I’d love to have something. I love your cooking.”

Honestly, my cooking wasn’t that great back then. It improved over the last few years, but back then, I was nothing more than a beginner. She just was nice to me. To don’t annoy her source of free food. Because nothing is better than free food.

But I am drifting off. I told her that pasta will be ready in about five minutes. She sat down at the table in the kitchen. She was sitting behind me, but I knew that she was browsing something on her phone. She always did that when she had some time to kill.

But then, out of nothing, she asked me one question: “Do you like it up the ass?”

My roommate took me by surprise. No, I wasn’t embarrassed. Or ashamed. You just don’t expect that sort of questions coming out of the blue, while you cook some pasta, after a few minutes of silence. So it took me some time to answer: “You had a finger up my ass, it made me moan out loud, what do you think?”

I turned around while answering her question. keşan escort A huge smile appeared on her face. Then she began to play with her phone again. When the food was done, she filled one plate and off she went into her room. She always did that. And I did the same. And none of us had a problem with it.

A few days passed by. It was Friday evening. I nearly always was out on Friday night, hanging out with some friends or on some date. This Friday was date night. I was out with some girl I met through work. No, no immediate co worker, just someone I ran into at some official company party thing. We talked for some time, we got along, we exchanged numbers. I hit her up a few days later, we went out on a date.

The date itself: The location was awesome. The food was good. Everything went down smooth. Just the two people dating had no chemistry. We both tried to break the ice, to find some common ground, but it failed horrible. We just didn’t got along with each other. So the evening ended early. I tried to call up some friends, to hand out in some bar, but no one was available. So I went home.

Back at home, I could already hear her when I entered the place. My roommate’s moaning was all over the apartment. She probably was in her room, fucking someone, or fucking herself with all doors open. It looked like she wanted to get caught doing something. Or she just was careless. Horny me was hoping for option one. Yes, I was expecting to get laid that night.

So I went over into the living room. Careful to not make too much noise. Then I peeked into her room. She was alone. Laying on her bed. Naked. Watching some porn on her laptop. While filling up the whole between her legs with some dildo. I watched her for some time. I got rock hard within seconds.

Then I took everything kilis escort together. I went in her room. Making enough noise to get her attention while entering her part of the apartment. She froze. She desperately was looking for something to cover herself up. But her blanket was on the ground, in front of her bed. With a huge smile on my face I asked her one question: “Am I interrupting something? I heard some strange noises, so I thought I would check up on you, to see if everything is okay.”

She mumbled some non understandable words. She probably was cursing. The look on her face was indifferent. I couldn’t tell what was going on in her. So I decided to go full risk. Step by step I got closer to her. While walking towards her, I asked her the same question that she asked me about two weeks ago: “Can I help you with something?”

My roommate had to think. But then, luckily, a smile appeared on her face. A very inviting smile: “I got some itching between my legs. You could take a closer look, if you want. Maybe something is wrong down there.”

“I think you have to pull out your toy first, I can hardly see anything.”

I took a very close look at her dripping wet, swollen pussy. I found nothing that looked wrong. Except one thing: “Is it normal that it is all wet down there? Should I try to lick it all until it is dry again?”

It took her a few seconds to come up with an answer: “You could try. Maybe it helps.”

So I stuck my tongue inside her pussy. She moaned out loud. I tried my best to lick her dry, but it just got wetter down there. While her moaning got more intense. After some time my tongue was mostly on her clit. Time to bring some a finger into the game.

One finger went inside her pussy. She moaned out even louder. She clearly loved what I was doing. I finger kıbrıs escort fucked her for some time. While my tongue was still playing with her clit. My roommate played with her nipples, she squeezed her gorgeous bobs: “More. More fingers.”

As a response I took my tongue of her clit: “No, you only get one. One is enough. You either cum that way or don’t cum at all today.”

She wasn’t happy about what was going on. But we kept on going. My finger kept sliding in and out of her pussy. My tongue kept teasing, playing with her clit. I love pussy eating. That was the reason why I was in no hurry. I loved her taste. I enjoyed every second of it. And so did she. No matter how often she asked me to fuck her harder, to shove more stuff inside her greedy cunt.

Tension was building up. Inside her. Her fingers were looking for something to hold on to. She decided to grab my hair, to grab my head. She pressed my face against her pussy. I just kept on going. In and out. Accompanied by a few well pasted licks on her clit.

With time, her body began to tremble a little bit. She was close. And I brought her closer. I kept up the paste. Her moaning was more than just intense. Then, boom, her legs began to tremble. Her legs were pressing against my head. She moaned something like “Oh, my god.”

She was elsewhere. The slow way paid off. She had a leg shaking orgasm. She had no clue where or what she was. It took her some time to regain herself. Time for me to leave the room. To pretend that nothing had ever happened. Well, back in my room I had to beat down one of the hardest boners I ever had, but I achieved my goal. I wanted to do the same thing to her than she did to me.

After I emptied my balls in some sock I found on the floor, I went to take a cold shower. While passing by her room, I could see nothing. She had closed her door. After I was finished in the bathroom, I grabbed myself a glass of water in the kitchen and went back to my room. I think I watched some Netflix, then I fell asleep. Not knowing what other interesting things would go on on that weekend.

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10 Years a Slave – A Memoir Ch. 01

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Last weekend, I reached the 10-year mark as the loyal slave of my girlfriend, my owner. And by her permission, hereby I’m starting to write our memoir.

Following a long and intimate conversation we had last week, we decided to part our ways. Well, not I decided obviously, she made the decision, and I feel like this is the right path to take for both of us. So, here I am packing my stuff from our home for last four days, and will be leaving my home as soon as I find a place for myself.

It will be a cold-turkey breakup. It’s not our first breakup as a couple, but it will be the first one that we do it outside of our d/s dynamic and committed to cut our contact for good. I will remain as her slave until I move out, and once I do, we will cut our contact once and for all. I don’t think I will take this lifestyle ever again. But it doesn’t mean that I won’t miss her very, very much.

As you can imagine these are quite hard times for me and to cope with it a little better, I decided to write a memoir for the last 10 years.

It will be chronological story of our wonderful and exceptional relationship. Well, 10 years is quite a long time so I might misremember stuff and mess up with the chronology from time to time, but it won’t harm the memoir in general I believe. Some of the events were quite harsh when we were living through it, but now all of them are just sweet memories. I will try my best to reflect my feelings back then, and avoid the nostalgia of a beautiful past which is gone with the wind.

Before I start, thank you for being such an amazing person, a close friend, a lover, an owner, and everything else I can imagine Ellie. I owe you so much, and I’m thankful for all the time we spent together.

Anyways, let’s start.

1 – The one where it all started

It was the February 2013, I was a 19-year old sophomore in the college, studying for a business degree. It was right after the exams. Many people I knew had been on the winter-break, but, as a summer-person I was saving for my sailing trip in the spring. So, I was one of the few people around the campus. I mindlessly strolled down to our favourite coffeeshop. It was the place where you can go anytime you have nothing to do, and find a friend who’s nothing to do as well, and guarantee some company.

I saw Ray sitting in one of the corner tables with two girls whom I don’t know. Ray was one of the friends that I met in the college. We were not studying in the same department so not much in common, but he was a decent dude. I hesitantly approached their table, as I didn’t want to interrupt any potential flirting between Ray and one of the girls. But, once noticed Ray waved at me and invited me to their desk. Then and there, I met Ellie, the woman who changed everything for eternity.

Even though she doesn’t agree with me, I remember what she was wearing that day. A black cardigan, a blue t-shirt, a skirt revealing his legs in black thighs daringly but not as high as you’d call it a mini-skirt. She doesn’t believe it, and says that there’s no way she wears a skirt in the middle of the February, but I still trust my memory on this.

We had a chat about stuff that I don’t recall in detail right now. But to summarise, Ellie was a friend of Ray from the high school, one year junior to us and was studying in the same department with me. As there were just a handful of people in the campus, they decided to have a coffee and catch-up. Luckily there were no flirting going on between Ray and Ellie. The other girl was Gina, a friend of Ellie from the dorm. Later, she became one of Ellie’s best friends, and we had some adventures with Gina as well -which I’ll talk about later.

Ellie was a slim girl, around 1.60 with a pale skin and slightly curly black hair. She wasn’t a girl which would catch your attention immediately, but she definitely had a charming aura. Gina was definitely the less attractive one. Around 1.55 in height, with yellow-dyed hair and a curvy body.

I wasn’t specifically looking for a date or something, so we had a very casual chat for an hour or so. Only thing I remember from that conversation is that I was about to mention the approaching new season of the Game of Thrones, and Ellie interrupted me saying that she hasn’t watched the 2nd season yet, and didn’t want any spoilers. I jokingly teased her saying that it’s been a year since the last season and it’s not my fault that she’s outdated. Apparently, she didn’t know how to pirate and basically noone told her how she can watch. So, obviously I offered my help and she gladly accept.

That first day was uneventful, and we parted ways after a while. No number exchanges, no contacts, and I totally forgot about Ellie and Game of Thrones for a while. Until, a couple weeks later we run into each other in the campus.

After a quick chat, she reminded me about my promise to her for the last season of Game of Thrones. Out of nowhere, I decided to invite her to my place to watch it later that day.

To give you some background, kızılay escort I am not particularly a flirty guy. I wasn’t totally shy around girls, never was a simp who panics when a female talks to him. But I was also usually quite slow for such bold claims (well yes, inviting a girl that I met only once to my place was a bold move for me). Ellie doesn’t like me to mention my past “girlfriends” usually, but I’m placing myself at her mercy now, and will talk briefly about my past in here.

I had two girlfriends before Ellie, one in the last year of high-school, which took around 8 months. But we never went past holding hands and going to stupid cafes together. So it was quite a boring relationship, even though it was my first one. I met my second girlfriend in the first week of college. That relationship lasted only around two months, and apart from some intimate kissing and foreplay through our clothes, we never had sex. Basically because we both were living in the dorm and had no private place that we can be alone.

At the beginning of the second year of college, I started working as a private tutor for some kids and managed to rent my own 1-bedroom place. And Ellie was the first girl I was daring enough to invite. And to my surprise, she accepted. We exchanged numbers, and I left the place feeling like the king of the world. I called one of my childhood friends to brag about the “girl I picked up today”, as we had an ongoing joke between us for who would be the first one to have sex in the college -a stupid teenager joke. Well, here I am still a virgin after 10 years, and he’s married with a child -but we haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. I will talk about these too.

Anyways, I don’t want to make it too long. I went back to my home after the lectures, downloaded the 2nd season of Game of Thrones, and thinking that getting a bit tipsy would help, I prepared Margarita for us. She knocked the door at around 8pm -the time I picked conveniently so that after two episodes, it would be quite close to the midnight and she would just stay in my place. How smart am I?

So, after a small talk and a glass of Margarita, we decided to start watching the show. Apparently Ellie was a talker-watcher (I don’t know if this is a real word but you got me). She was making comments on everything she saw on the screen. I got slightly annoyed at the beginning, but then got carried over with the conversation and had real fun for making silly comments on clothes, looks, events, basically everything on screen. We were out of Margarita towards the end of the first episode. So I brought us some beer and hit the play button for the second episode. I was feeling like we had a real connection with Ellie at that point. She was funny, smart, sweet, beautiful and she was genuinely interested in me.

After a while, we got closer and she put her head on my shoulder, and tucked her legs under herself. She was getting quieter, and soon I realised that she fell asleep before the end of the show. I turned off the TV, and stayed still a little bit in the dark room, thinking what should I do now. And decided that it wouldn’t be nice and “gentlemanly” to push her for some sex at that point. And just finished my beer while staying still. Once I’m done, I gently woke her up, carried her to my bed, and tucked her in. Then I went to the couch to end the night.

She was sitting across me holding a cup of coffee when I woke up. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Your coffee is ready. And please clean your coffee machine once in a while will you?” she said. I don’t know why, but I remember this scene, and her words very vividly after all that time. Once finished her coffee, she thanked me for the night and left. I received a message later in that day, she was thanking me for “being so nice to her last night”. Which meant not pushing her for sex or something. I was a little upset, but also proud and was genuinely thinking that she was a great girlfriend material(which she proved that she is indeed) and feeling like it was a beginning of something (which was indeed).

I replied her and asked when we’ll be finishing the show. She replied soon enough and we agreed to meet in my place couple days later. I was over the moon. Called my childhood friend, and bragged a bit more about my new “adventure”.

The second time Ellie came to my place, I was pretty much ready for my first sex ever. Got a shower, shaved down all excess pubes, changed the sheets, the stuff you all know with the excitement of a virgin that is about to lose his virginity. So she came around the same time, we had a chat, started watching the episode we couldn’t finish last time. This time she was sitting much closer to me. I got my courage and put my arm around her, which brought her even closer. In the end we were basically cuddling while watching the show. She reached out to the blanked on the side and covered us. Not so long, we started kissing each other. It was not the first time I was kissing a girl, but it kızıltepe escort was the most exciting by far. After a couple seconds, she playfully stopped and said that she wants to finish the show this time. I didn’t object, but pulled her towards me further to hug her. Soon, we started kissing again. This time it went pretty serious pretty quickly, she climbed to my lap and we kissed passionately for maybe 10 minutes, with our hands all around our bodies and rubbing to each other on top of our clothes.

When I was slowly reaching her boobs under her shirt, she whispered me and asked to go to the bed. At that very point, something happened and it has changed everything for us, which led to the events of last 10 years.

I came in my pants.

My facial expression revealed what just happened. Ellie giggled beautifully, and kissed me a little longer while still on my lap. After catching my breathe, I apologised. She said don’t worry, and hugged me tightly. I confessed her that I’m still a virgin. I thought that it was a legitimate excuse for what just happened.

“Really? I don’t believe you. Your hands was not that naive mister.”

“Yeah, really.”

“I am a virgin too, I was hoping that you’d show me how but seems like we’ll learn it together.” she said, while moving herself from my lap.

Apologising once again, I went inside to change my pants. She was giggling while I rush to my room. When I’m back, she asked me to cuddle and sleep together that night, and soon we fall asleep hugging each other.

“You were so sweet last night. Actually you might be the sweetest person I know.” said she in the morning. We had a chat about the night before and she seemed totally OK with what happened, and ensured me that there’s nothing to be ashamed of, and we’ll explore it together. I asked her to be my girlfriend at that very moment. She didn’t say a word, but reached out for a long, beautiful kiss. On the early March of 2023, we became a couple.

2 – The one where we explore

We were just one of those sweet couples after that morning. Do everything together, text each other all the time, introducing each other to our friends, gossip about our friends, and so on…

One different thing about us was our sex life. She was coming to my place quite often. We were making out, touching each other, sleeping together, and almost every night she was making me cum through my pants. We were never removing our clothes. I was trying not to push her, thinking that she’s a virgin and wants to take her time and make the decision consciously, but I was also getting impatient. After around a month of constant rubbing, kissing and cumming in my pants, I decided to talk about it and ask to her nicely about when we’ll have real sex.

She told me that she’s having so much fun with what we’re doing, and also having orgasms when I’m touching her. She was interestingly very excited on the idea of having a virgin boyfriend, while everyone else she knows is in a relationship just for sex we were together because we were loving each other. And she wants to wait until she feels right about it. I couldn’t contest her logic, and being a proper “gentleman”, I did not push her for something that she’s not totally comfortable with.

It was middle of the April already. Right before going to sleep, we were making out in the bed again. Soon, she made me cum just by rubbing herself to me on top of my boxer -she was becoming an expert on this. Once I raised from the bed to go to the bathroom and change, she asked me to get undressed in front of her. It was the first time I was about to be naked in front of my girlfriend. Hesitated a bit, but then started getting undressed slowly. I was very excited to see the progress in her confidence in the end. We were one step closer to have real sex. She raised from the bed and sat on the edge, watching me getting undressed. I tried to clean the mess on my crotch as much as I can with my t-shirt, but she giggled and asked me to come closer. I was getting hard for the second time already. I came closer. She started touching my stomach with her fingertips, and slowly made her way down to my penis. I was staying still, enjoying the feeling of her fingertips. I closed my eyes, and whispered “I love you so much”.

She replied with the same. And continued.

“I love you too. And I love that you don’t push me for sex. I love you for staying a virgin for me. Maybe you don’t believe it but it gets me so wet, and so in love with you every time I think about it.”

“I can wait for you as long as you want baby. You’re the love of my life. I’m already having great time with you. I can wait as long as you want. Until you’re ready.”

“Thanks babe. It really means a lot to me. I feel like I’m being too hard on you. But it’s not only that I am not ready to feel you inside me, but I am so turned on by the idea of you staying a virgin for me. I don’t know why.”

I was already pretty hard with Ellie’s touch.

“It’s kocaeli escort just, I feel like this is the connection we have since the first night. The night I fell asleep and you tucking me in your bed, instead of trying to fuck me. Then, the second time, I had my most intense orgasm with you that night, when you came in your pants. I fingered myself all night. Your virginity is so sexy. I feel like you belong to me, and I belong to you, because we don’t have sex.”

Her fingertips were not allowing me to think straight, but I managed to utter anyways:

“A handjob would count?”

“You deserve it.” She grabbed my dick gently, and started stroking it. Unfortunately, I came very soon. Drops of my cum landed in her jammies. It was the first time she was touching me directly, and it was amazing. I got dizzy because of the most powerful orgasm I had, and sat right next to her. She kissed me on my lips, laid on her back, and told me that it’s her turn now, while removing her clothes.

I recovered very quickly from my post-not dizziness and reached towards her. While reaching towards her pussy with my hand, she said “No” with a clear voice, and pushed my head down. I was immediately on my knees, right at the edge of our bed, ready to give her an orgasm with my mouth. She removed her panties, and spread her legs right in front of me. It was the first time I saw her pink, sweet, dripping wet pussy. I started slowly, kissed her inner thighs and slowly made my way to her clit. The first touch of her clit gave her a small cramp, which made me even more excited. Slowly, but continuously I licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy. My face was covered with her juice. She started squeezing my head with her legs after a while, and soon she got an amazing orgasm.

While still naked, I climbed to bed right next to her, and we fell asleep cuddling each other. It was the first time we saw each other naked, touched our naked bodies and orgasmed together.

3 – The one with the summer break

Months passed by. We now had a genuine, intimate relationship with Ellie which was several months old and going strong. We had our common friends, inside jokes, habits, traditions. We were going to double dates, being invited places as a couple… Like any other couple.

The only difference, as you guessed correctly, was the sex. We were now quite comfortable around each other, hanging around naked, touching each other quite often, taking showers together, giving each other orgasms, we still didn’t have an actual sex. I was giving Ellie oral almost daily, and she was jerking me off with her hands. We were cuddling each other, rubbing each other, and play some nasty games time to time, but not even had a real sex once. I tried my chance to get at least a blowjob several times, but she rejected. But I was happy with what I have anyways, so I didn’t mind.

We had several conversations about it, and Ellie was always saying that the most special thing between us is that we don’t have sex. Last time we had the conversation about having sex, she asked me to commit to her until we got married. By doing so, we were supposed to bond to each other with an unbreakable tie. She told me that as long as we don’t have actual sex, my love to her was growing and growing, and it was the best thing she has ever experienced in her life. I had to admit that she was right. Every day we spent together, I was falling in love with Ellie even more. I was dreaming about her, couldn’t go back to her arms wherever I was, and basically spending all my awake moments thinking about her.

I was basically a 19-year old boy who’s drunk in love, and didn’t hesitate to commit to her once she asked for it. I was already getting my pleasure from her hands, and giving pleasure to my lover with all I have. So, I thought I was already living my dream.

Not having penetrative sex has its perks. After a while your imagination kicks in and you develop new positions, new ways to enjoy each other and new ways to get pleasure. To give some example, one of the things I was enjoying the most was one-finger jerkoffs. She was basically rubbing only one finger at the base of my glans, and using my precum as the lubricant she was giving me a very long, and a very intense orgasm. Also I was starting to enjoy her footjob as well, while she was laid on face down, I was rubbing myself to her foot until I reached the orgasm. The best thing about our footjobs was being able to watch her amazing ass as much as I like. Knowing that, she never hesitated to tease me with her round bottom. Also, knowing that you are not going to penetrate to your girlfriend, allows you to extend the foreplay as much as you like, which means hours and hours of love between us. I was also getting better and better on my oral game. I was giving her several orgasms daily with my mouth, and she was enjoying every moment of it. Some days was women’s day in our home, where she was allowed to get as much orgasms as she like, whenever she like where I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. Being aroused constantly was making me even more eager to please her, and I was doing my best. I was loving to see her face after I gave her a orgasm. So, we were a perfect couple, and I was already accepted the no-sex rule. I couldn’t ask for more from a relationship.

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I know it’s been a long long while since I’ve made an appearance on here, and for that I’m truly sorry. Life has changed from the erotic misadventures to that of a married woman who still loves giving blow jobs. Though I am married, I am far from dead.

I appreciate the male form. I still drool over a well kept man, trust me, the kitty still purrs.

I have a different take on a rating scale. There are those I would love to ride, sure, but my top notch of this scale is my love to lick. Yes, there are a few lickable men. I would love nothing more to have that hot throbbing rod in my mouth. If I could line all those lickable men up and suck them off… oh… my… my little clit is just pulsing at the mere fantasy.

Some women get all hot and bothered by getting rammed hard. A good ramming is all well and good but to have a cock get so firm that it’s on the verge of bursting because you’re bringing such shear and utter pleasure to the man it belongs to… forgive me for being so bold, but that gets me dripping. I LOVE giving head. I love sliding my kocasinan escort mouth up and down that shaft. I adore taking him in all the way to the hilt and making him feel as though I’m going to swallow the whole damn thing. I enjoy using the tip of my tongue to caress the frenulum side to side, up and down, turning slow circles driving him mad with passion. If his toes aren’t curling while you’re giving him head, if he’s not just barely contained, if he’s not thrashing and begging for mercy, you’re definitely not doing something right honey.

Having my tongue pierced twice, it isn’t because I thought it was cool. It isn’t a fashion statement. I do know how to use it and I do so very very well. Whether I strictly wear two bar bells or if I switch it up with a French tickler paired with a vibrating tongue ring… or even if I go all natural, a good and satisfying time will be had. Some talents just come naturally.

Ah, the penis. I love the feel. I’m salivating just describing it. I’d love to be sucking a nice hard cock right kolej escort now!! This very instant!! To take my tongue and lick it from base to tip. To engulf it entirely. To wiggle my velvet tongue back and forth across that pulsing vein. To circle the head lazily. Yes, I would love to be giving head right now. To have his hands tangled in my long hair. To have him thrusting in my mouth. To have my fingers tickling his hairs and maybe a slight tug, then to move those hands over his hips to grip his ass while I swallow him whole again…. feeling him go further and further over the edge of control… gently caressing his thighs all the while feeling his fingers tangle in my hair… up and down the shaft with my mouth.

Tongue in constant motion. The tongue piercings hitting different points adding to the urgency he’s feeling. And as he climbs closer and closer to his undoing, his cock grows further. It becomes thicker, fuller. It starts dancing on its own within my mouth… an uncontrollable twitch. A beg for release. THAT moment, THAT is konya escort my VERY favorite. Just before he cums, when he’s his absolute hardest. When he’s so full of passion he can barely stand himself. When he’s so… MANLY! When he’s so opposite of my female form, oh yes, that IS my favorite. My little honey hole is the wettest in that moment. It’s all I can do not to climb on top of him and ride him as hard as I can… but denying myself that pleasure is part of the turn on. As much as I would love to bounce up and down on that throbbing member or for him to hold my hips while he drives himself into me as fast and as hard as he can…. for him to firmly roll my nipples between his fingers… for him to take my breast in his mouth and tantalize ME with HIS skills…. but this isn’t about ME. It’s about taking him carnal. Primal. All man.

Slow lazy circles all up and down that rigid cock. The tongue rings enhancing his pleasure… dancing over, under, around his flesh rod… I hope he feels my hunger. Sliding my mouth down and back, eager for his release… and finally I allow it. Spurt, tremble, spurt…

There’s nothing on this earth like giving a tremendous blow job to a man. There is NO bigger TURN ON for this girl, who loves giving head.

Until next time, dear reader, may your dreams be pleasurable spurts.

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