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

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

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

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Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you look hot, honey!”

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

“I too think you are beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I hope not too much!”

Rachel and Jacob shared a complicit look and chuckled.

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

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

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

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

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

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

“Well, I think that’s it, actually.”

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

“Mmmh, I don’t know… maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I see, I see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…I…I…”

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

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

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

“And why is that?”

“Because it is bigger…”

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

Once again, the finger was laid on Jacob.

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

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

“Y-yes Jacob.”

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

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

“Yes, you are right.”

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

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

“Yes Jacob.”

“Do you want me to give it to her?”

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

“Yes Jacob.”

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

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

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

“Look, babe, how big it is.”

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

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

“Get on your fours, bitch.”

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

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

“I… am starting to have second thoughts.”

“mmmmh…Why?”

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

“I just…”

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

She was going deeper and deeper.

“I don’t know if…”

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

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

The sense of humiliation and excitement started flowing back.

“I… uh… nevermind, sorry.”

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

“Should I fuck your woman?”

…

“Should I give Rachel the dick she deserves?”

“…Yes teacher.”

“That’s more about it, cuck.”

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

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

Jacob looked at me and showed me one finger.

“OH MY… SO GOOD”

Jacob started moving again.

“Aaah…AAH… aaah”

He was now three-quarters in.

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

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

He then looked at me.

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

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

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

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

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

She said, yawning.

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

“Did Jacob go away?”

“Over 3 hours ago.”

“Oh wow, I slept a lot.”

“You fell asleep right as he was over.”

“…Oh right.”

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

“Should we talk about this?”

“Yep, it was intense.”

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

“Oh my… you didn’t cum, didn’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did she have in mind?”

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

“Do what?” exclaimed Jenny.

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

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

“What have you imagined?” grinned C.

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

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

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

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

“Kneel!”

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

“Pants!”

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

“Kiss!”

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

“Kiss me now and lick me!”

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

“Yes, there, that’s it!”

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

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

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

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

She laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Lie back then.’

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

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

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

‘Fuck my cunt!’ I cry.

‘Are you sure?’ he asks.

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

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

‘Lie on your back, then.’

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

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

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

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

I feel my waters break…!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This elicited a chorus of giggles and a few catcalls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd applauded.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, goodnight,” Cali said.

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

***

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

Cali shook her head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In December, I wrote a short 3,000 word story about a female punk rock singer who urinated over a fan on stage, partially inspired by real-life events. I enjoyed the tale and played with the characters in my mind over the following days. I said I would write more chapters if there was positive feedback. 

There was. 

I had plenty of comments and the story fared well in the “scoring.” So, I wrote more. 

Out of principle, I never release a chapter until I have written and edited the entire book. But, four extra chapters became six, and then eight, and there are now two dozen chapters on my hard drive. Over 70,000 words of golden showers, female domination and absolute filth with a plethora of additional characters. It’s about 80-90% finished. Mostly, it needs editing. 

I hope to complete the entire story before Easter. But I didn’t want everyone who asked for a continuation to wait any longer. I promised I’d write something in the weeks after the first chapter, and it’s been nearly three months. So, here is the next instalment and I will release the remainder as they become ready.

If you have not read the previous chapters, then please do so, as the following story won’t make much sense. 

* * *

Natasha phoned me on Sunday; I felt like I she interviewed me as a potential landlord, but whatever concerns she had, I eased them with our frank conversation, and the unpredictable punk rocker moved in the following Saturday. Faye travelled in her car to help her unpack and their roadie friend came in the van, loaded with dozens of boxes containing all of Natasha’s worldly goods. We hauled some of her possessions from the truck to the largest spare bedroom and the rest went into the annexe. After the cargo wagon left, the two women and I walked to the pub for tea. 

Faye asked, as we ambled down the narrow road, if she could stay the night. “I’m tired,” she explained as darkness settled around us. “And I need a bloody drink. I don’t wanna drive home.”

“Sure, I’ll make up my second spare bedroom. It’s got some of Samantha’s stuff in it, but I can move them.”

“Don’t worry about that; I can sleep in Natasha’s bed. She’s got a double and we always share on tour.” They both giggled at my surprised expression and I felt like an innocent, naïve little boy, as they scoffed at my reaction to their unexpected revelation. “We’re bisexual,” Faye explained.

Once more, I ordered my new lodger several pints, and both Faye and I kept up with her pace of drinking. Natasha flirted with the young waitress and two of the regulars watching the football, as she got steadily more inebriated. After a couple of hours, we walked back up the narrow track in the pitch black, with both the girls moaning about their bladders and Natasha warning that “I was going to get it!” 

Excitedly, we hurried into my home and climbed the stairs to my en-suite bathroom: a wet room. The slightly sloped floor behind a large glass shower screen was ideal, and I disrobed as I crossed my bedroom. “He’s keen,” Faye teased, following me.

“He’s a fucking piss slut,” Natasha snapped. “Look how fucking hard he is.” I couldn’t help my natural reaction as I considered what was about to happen. Natasha sauntered around the transparent wall as I sat on the floor of my shower space. My lodger kicked off her shoes, and lowered her jeans to her thighs, just like in Bristol. 

The three or four seconds as she settled herself, crouching over my face, were excruciating. My eyes took in her tight derriere and amazed at her smooth butthole. I looked at every fold, crease, and crevice of her perfect female anatomy as I waited. She sighed, and the stream started. 

I caught much of her deluge in my face. Warm pungency that splashed on my skin and entered my mouth. Harsh, acidic, bitter and nasty; it was a repulsive act that I loved and I tasted her acerbic flow.

Even though I smelt of an old urinal, with Natasha’s waste water drenching my hair, I could not get enough of her piss showering down on me. It was disgusting and filthy, and I felt like a pig wallowing in manure. But I wanted more and more of it. My mouth widened to catch more of her rain, swallowing some of the caustic honey. More humiliation. Her gaze said it all as she looked at my arousal, my actions, and my eyes. 

I loved this; I enjoyed doing it and I wanted more. 

She groaned as her stream slowed and she moved towards the front of the shower. Piss pooled around me, and I saw Faye, now bottomless, push past my lodger. A narrow strip of pubic hair at the top of her cunt, and she put her legs on either side of me, straddling my throat. She never bent down, but beckoned Natasha to her. They kissed, and she released her stream as the two lovers embraced.

Natasha’s hands gripped Faye’s buttocks and squeezed them as piss flowed from the redhead’s desperate bladder. 

Tepid drizzle sprinkled over my face and my chest. A misty rain cloud erupted over me to coat me in Faye’s piss, as the bandmates snogged. They embraced, with Natasha’s finger circling artvin escort Faye’s clit as the bottomless girl covered me in her warm urine. 

Her pee tasted milder than Natasha’s flow. It had less pungency and bitterness to it, and it didn’t smell as intense, but her urine still glazed my face. I was their urinal, and Faye groaned as the stream dropped to a dribble. 

Natasha’s finger swirled over her bandmate’s cunt. They panted as they broke from their kiss. “I want to fuck you,” Natasha panted, and ignoring me, the two women ran from my en-suite to christen Natasha’s new room while they left me marinading in a pool of female piss.

I wiped my wet face with my hands and inhaled the nastiness on my fingers. Absolute heaven. I licked the wetness from my palm and touched my sopping cock, masturbating myself to a creamy climax as I smelt and tasted the waste of the punk rockers. 

Faye and Natasha were not quiet as they had sex, but they came down to the lounge a couple of hours later to get a drink each. I bade them good night, as I slunk into my study to work, and they were still shagging when I went to bed at midnight. 

The following day, Faye awoke before Natasha. The elegant keyboardist poured a small bowl of muesli and made herself a cup of tea. She sat in my conservatory playing on her phone as she ate her breakfast. “Natasha’s fast asleep,” Faye muttered to me. “She never is a morning person.”

“I heard you were up late last night,” I replied, sitting opposite her with my food.

Faye looked up at me with her bright brown eyes. “Problem?”

“No, of course not. This is her home, too. She isn’t answerable to me at all.”

“Great!” Faye smiled. “I think, maybe, you two will be good for each other. This house is too big for one person. But look after her.” She shovelled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and sipped her tea. “I wouldn’t mind coming over in a fortnight. I’m away next weekend with Nessie. Moving to a strange area makes people lonely.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome. Never need to ask. This is Natasha’s home for as long as she wants it to be. I won’t veto her companions. It’s not my right.”

Faye put her hand on mine. “Yeah, I know. Make sure she knows. It’s an amazing place. You must have a good job in the City.”

“I am one of twenty-six people qualified by the Stock Exchange to work on the interface between the market and the brokers. And every system or system change needs reviewing and authorising by…” I stopped as I looked at her raised eyebrows. “I’m in IT,” I added, and she nodded. 

“I am going home to cook for my mum, my elder sister, and my two-year-old niece,” Faye replied. She got up from the table and put her dirty bowl and cup in my dishwasher. “Oh, and Natasha’s tea is black with one sugar. I am sure she’d love breakfast in bed!” 

Which is what I did. I made time for my new lodger; I didn’t want to smother her, but I also didn’t want her to feel unwelcome and isolated. We went for a walk, and I showed her some lovely views of the Chess Valley as the wind swept through the exposed fields, and we cooked tea together.

I was a little apprehensive about her moving in, but within 24 hours, I knew I had an amazing friend for life. We didn’t know each other, but we both believed that our arrangement would work for as long as we needed it to. Faye was right; I needed to share my home with someone, and Natasha was someone very special.

Natasha said she felt guilty that she was not paying me a penny, but she really didn’t need to. We laughed and joked together when I wasn’t working. She may not have been the stereotypical domestic goddess, but my new lodger baked incredible cookies, washed and ironed everything and cleaned my kitchen one day to a standard I had never seen before.

That first week was a little weird as we settled in, but we just worked. She loved to urinate over me too, and I adored feeling the warm piss of my lodger hit my face and roll over my lips, before filling my mouth or cascading over my body. She had to be dominant, and I embraced my new found submissive side.

Treating me as her latrine was a nasty debasement, but I adored being degraded in this way. We stopped doing it, mostly, while clothed. The extra laundry was unnecessary, and neither of us were shy about our nudity. I loved seeing Natasha naked or bottomless, and every time her delicious cunt perched over my face, my wank bank received another platinum entry. We played in the bathroom, my “wet room” en-suite, the garden, or in the annexe. The previous summer, I had bought an inflatable paddling pool for Samantha’s younger cousins and we inflated the blue pool for our piss play in the cool, converted barn; it was an ideal way of limiting our mess as she released her bladder over me. 

I had quickly become accustomed to the taste of her waste, and my cock stiffened every time she treated me to a golden shower. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her steady stream, and often, she rotated her hips to ensure aydın escort that her flow covered my face, my hair, and my torso. She soaked my body with the harsh, acidic liquid, and I adored every drop that rained down on me. 

Over the week, I ingested more and more of her piss; initially my stomach churned a little as I gulped down her elixir but as I consumed more, and she had drank plenty of liquid prior to urinating, the dominant reaction my body gave was one of sexual excitement rather than revulsion. 

Natasha loved to humiliate me. I adored her humiliation. Within a dozen days, I treasured every experience, and looked forward to being drenched by Natasha and devouring mouthfuls of her liquid. She took me across to the annexe, holding my hand, and led me into the isolated barn conversion. I undressed as she slid her shorts to the floor, and she watched me cross the room to the paddling pool. She said nothing as she stood over me and held her phone aloft. 

Unlike the other times we had used the pool, she stood in it, her bare feet inches from my shoulder and the bottomless punk crouched down to bring her cunt level with my face. 

“Hiya!” Natasha called. “Just want to fucking tell you all that I’ve moved out to the countryside between Chorleywood and Watford.” It took a moment for me to realise that she had turned her camera on, as she released a stream of pale honey into my open mouth. My eyes stared at her smooth arsehole as she continued to talk into her phone. “It’s the fucking dog’s bollocks out here and I’m staying with someone who takes the piss. My fucking piss. I’ll see you soon, you fucking sluts.”

Her golden nectar, delivered in a wonderful, delicious, humiliating act by the lithe punk rocker. I loved her for it, as she pointed her phone at me to record my degradation. She captured her piss raining over my face, and my gleeful quaffing of her acrid pee. 

“Fucking gobbling every drop, the filthy fucker,” Natasha narrated. “And his cock has a fucking stiffy, too. Look. This guy is a fucking pervert.” She sighed as her stream tailed off. “Which is good, ’cause so am I. Happy fucking Christmas, you fucking cunts. Speak in the New Year ’bout that fucking album.” 

She lowered herself slightly so her cunt touched my lips. “Go on, clean me!” She demanded. “All the band have just seen you drink my fucking pee! Now lick me clean.” She had never done this with me before, and my tongue swept over her slit, capturing the drops clinging to her skin.

I rolled my tongue over her pee-hole and caught her clit with my motions; she panted gently, and I did it again, focusing my lips and actions on her splayed crevice. 

I was no longer cleaning Natasha after she had emptied her bladder, but was performing cunnilingus on my new lodger. Her body rested on my wet face. My tongue swept over her delicious folds, tasting and smelling of muskiness and femininity. My cock hardened as I lapped at her wetness. 

Natasha ground her hips as I worked my mouth against her cunt. Her heavenly pussy, flowing with moist horniness and soaking my face as I flicked her button. She groaned and squealed with increasing ferocity as I licked and worshipped her clit. I treasured every moment of cleaning her piss-soaked cunt and bringing her towards a screaming orgasm. 

At that moment, I craved nothing more than for Natasha’s crotch to stay perched on my face. Her body shook as my lips flicked and lapped her button and her thighs tensed and tightened, howling into the empty room. Her screams echoed as her body tipped her into a powerful, trembling climax. 

Slowly, she stood up, panting hoarsely. She raised her bare foot and wiped pee over my face. “Smell my sweaty, pissy feet,” she ordered, and my tongue swept over her dirty toes. Grit stuck to my lips as she chuckled to herself. She giggled. “You’re disgusting,” she snapped, and I felt a sense of longing as she stepped out of the paddling pool to shower. 

After we cleaned ourselves and the pool and cooked, I spoke to Natasha. I adored going down on Samantha, and missed having a pussy to devour, but I needed to ensure that she did it willingly and not because she thought she owed me. “I fucking love sex, love dominating, love giving golden showers and fucking love humiliating men. Being in control makes my cunt itch. I want to get my cunt eaten out and I want to have a mouthful of pussy, and fucking love my toys. But I ain’t going to do any fucking shit I don’t want to do, and fucking not as payment for a room. You calling me a fucking prossie?”

“No,” I replied. “I just…” My voice trailed off. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant.” I considered myself chastised for bringing it up, and it was the only cross word she had uttered to me all fortnight. 

On Friday, she waited until I was in a meeting and entered my study, carrying a tall glass of “apple juice.” In front of the merchant bank’s CEO via video conference, I consumed 400ml of her refrigerated piss that scorched and burnt the back of my throat as it balıkesir escort traversed my gullet. 

The chauvinistic director, calling from his home in the Caribbean, asked about my “sexy maid” as I consumed my lodger’s chilled concentrated pee with an out-of-shot erection pressing against my underpants and my desk. 

Seven people saw me drink Natasha’s dark piss. The director’s secretary minuted that meeting, and one of my biggest customers bore unknowing witness to the act. I had to gulp and consume the cold, chilly amber fluid, making no facial expressions. The large quantity of cooled, intensely flavoured, bitter, acrid juice churned my stomach and made my throat gag for water. The harsh smell burnt my nose and made my eyes stream, but I could do nothing to suggest the glass was anything other than freshly squeezed apple.

I had to pretend, and after the call ended, I rushed to the kitchen to fill my glass up with tap water. “How was my cold morning piss? Suitable payment for a fucking room?” She asked, with a straight face as she leant against the worktop, waiting for a pan of soup to boil. 

“I never said it was payment,” I moaned. “And it was horrible. Really intense.”

“Good. If you ever fucking suggest that I am peeing on you for anything other than for my fun, it won’t just be strong wee you have to fucking worry about.” 

I looked at the bubbling pan of fresh carrot soup. “Is that made with…” I mumbled.

“Carrots, stock, coriander. And I am going to use up some of that double cream in the fridge. Go back to your fucking office, and I’ll bring you some lunch in five minutes, you fucking piss drinker.” 

“Thanks,” I murmured.

She looked up at me and smiled. “You’re fucking welcome.” When Natasha deposited my freshly made soup, with a bread roll and a drink, in my office she left a Post-It note on the tray that read “Urgent Appointment. 1645. Annexe” and I smiled back at my lodger as I spoke on the phone. 

The day dragged and at quarter-to-five; I rushed across to my converted barn to see a bottomless pink-haired woman, hopping from one foot to another, in the paddling pool. I stripped as I walked across the room. “Good day?” I asked.

“I’ve had four pints of water for you!” She barked as I climbed into the inflatable pool underneath her. She knelt and coated my face and mouth with her warm piss. Sheer bliss, as the strong bitter ammonia-laden taste from earlier was barely present. 

But there was a controlling humiliation to her play; after smothering me in her piss and watching me gulp mouthfuls of her waste, she pressed my face into the puddles of pee in the paddling pool with her foot, and demanded that I use my tongue to lap at the splashes of her mess. 

Utter squalor, sheer filth and incredibly gross. And unbelievably arousing. 

As an outsider, it would have surprised many how normally we acted outside of the piss play. After that act, we cleaned ourselves, made tea and then watched a film next to each other on the couch. Those acts just reminded me of our living arrangements. It may have been my house and Natasha had moments in charge, but we worked and lived together. We helped each other.

On Saturday, as promised, Faye travelled out to Sarratt Green once more in her bright red Mini. The two friends went for a drive and a walk in the nearby countryside and returned at teatime as I dished up a Spaghetti Bolognese. 

The rain showers had soaked the girls as they walked up several steep hills. Over dinner, they both moaned how sweaty they were, and Natasha smirked as she helped herself to a third bottle of beer. Faye drank less alcohol, but still had a steady intake of fluids. 

After I cleaned up in the kitchen, Natasha held my hand and led me to the main bathroom. The two band members giggled conspiratorially as we walked up the stairs and opened the door. The long narrow room was between two of my three spare bedrooms, and the white freestanding bath was to our left. “Undressed and in the tub?” I asked, and my lodger patted me on the bum. 

“You’re fucking learning,” she teased, and they watched me put my T-shirt, underwear, socks and trousers on the wicker chair in the bathroom’s corner. Natasha and Faye waited for me to sit in the bath before they removed their lightweight hiking slacks. Faye kept her sexy scarlet briefs on.

My lodger sat herself at the head of the bath, with her thighs resting on the curved lip and her cunt positioned directly above my face. Faye sat next to her; her arse and pussy hidden behind her silky red underwear. 

Then it rained; Natasha leant forward slightly, and a jet of pale piss hit my lips. I gleefully gulped the sharp liquid, catching it as it sprayed over my face and throat. My nostrils smelt of pee. My tastebuds became overloaded with bitter urea as Natasha sprinkled and showered me with her fluids. 

And Faye started pissing through her underwear. My cock rose as I watched a dark red patch form, and drops of her elixir fell from the silky briefs as they became saturated. Her trickle ran down the inside of the bath, collecting by my shoulder as the red-haired woman released the pressure on her bladder. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, and revel in it. I longed to taste and smell her feminine excretions and enjoy her natural act of expulsion showering over me. Instead, she wasted it. 

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

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1.

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

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2.

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

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3.

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

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4.

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

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5.

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

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6.

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

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

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7.

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

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

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8.

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

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

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9.

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

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10.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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11.

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

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12.

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

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

Continued from the last chapter:

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

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

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

“But what about the video?” I squeaked.

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

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

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

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

“What videos?” My wife sneered.

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

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

“Keith? Which one is he?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** Jason 8 am**

** Keith 2 pm**

** Pete 7 pm**

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

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

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

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

“Oh! Does she know what’s happening?”

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

“See it?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s this all about?” I stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you mad?” She asked me.

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

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

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

“Feel free to stay,”

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

“Yes.”

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

“Am I?”

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

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

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

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

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The Reader

JEFF D BUCHANAN

Copyright © 2021 Jeff D Buchanan

All rights reserved

The Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To which Elery simply responded, “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a problem.”

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

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

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

“Me,” the man came back.

“Oh, I thought perhaps a family member.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you a boyfriend?” the man asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, one moment.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The other way around,” he said.

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

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Chapter 1: Elsebet Suggesting a Viking Funeral

Diya, Lulina and Aida enjoy carpeted underarms. Diya and Aida clipped a single bit from their underarm hairs, adding them in the area of the garden at Ashley’s home where Ashley’s grandfather had habitually mixed hair clippings with other wastes that after an interval of time became soil in the composting for their garden. Aida took Lulina’s hands in her own and gave a silent but meaningful squeeze of her hands during direct eye contact. Lulina, though unshaven under her arms, was not as generously adorned with underarm hair and instead of clipping from her armpit hairs, she clipped from the end of a long strand of her own hair before she had listened to explanations for their strange actions. “He had claimed.” explained Aida, “that the hair told the intruders he did not want to be in his yard to go away, to never return, because the human hairs were the message that they should fear their predators who are here leaving the smell from hair as a subtle message to warn them to stay away.”

Seriously? Hair to ward off intruders? S-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y? Hair clippings? This was but one of unnumbered layers of protection here.

She wondered whether armpit hair was carrying the most effective smell for his purposes? He had a sensual delight in hair. A woman showing a pony tail never failed to get his favorable attention. A woman with hair showing beneath her armpits was, for him, arousing. Sufficiently arousing that he had many past experiences to recall, and each fondly recalled provided yet more reinforcement for this fetish. He did not reject women who wore their pussies bald, but neither did he avoid those with manes of pubic hair. We probably ought not to dwell on his delight at hairy asses…. But, he is gone, so…, oh, wait, is he gone? Could he have faked his own death? Could he return. as easily, say, as someone can regrow shorn locks of hair?

Lulina and Aida had bonded instantly. Tightly. They weren’t alike. Lulina was tiny, the body of a dancer, feminine yet nearly flat chested but with exceptionally long and extraordinarily flexible nipples. Nipples that had been forcibly abused during her captivity. Nipples that well-deserved tongue lashings, perhaps, but not abuse. They had tied her nipples tightly, laughing at the spools of thread she was able to support, laughing each time they clumsily tied her nipples as they continued tightly wrapping yet more before they had released them (or more often pawed and slapped at her bound nipples to tug the bindings and ill-fitting adornments off her). The abuse had seemed unrelenting. Someone had attached weights to her nipples with industrial clamps to help secure the loads she was forced to carry; sometimes standing, but, most often crawling on all fours to the amusement of her captors for whom she was a sex slave in the military’s comfort quarters. They had tied live animals to her nipples. Animals? Tiny animals, so that she would be frightened in a panic to try to keep them off her body by suspending them downwards and away from herself while the animals wildly tried to land somewhere, anywhere, to the unending amusement of her captors. They had even had her bound and cuddled with barnyard infant animals to try to witness if newborns were able to latch on to her nonproducing nipples while seeking food.

Aida, in contrast, had milk-enriched bobbling boobs. Boobs that had a dance of their own, moving rhythmically, and almost always in motion, whether independent of being handled, or being touched, whether gently or harshly. Her boobs were responsive, and she was quick to offer them for touching, she was instantaneous in her pleasure when her breasts were being touched. She would sometimes slap them herself for the pleasurable pain she could experience. Her breasts were the first gift she offered and the last withdrawal she took away.

Aida was now early in her second pregnancy; glad for Lulina joining at the day job because she had worried and was anxious for neither child had a father. Her boobs were hanging but pointing. From a side view of her naked, you could easily imagine her breasts as a road sign pointing a direction to, oh, nobody would take their eyes off of looking at those tits to go anywhere else! The “directional pointing” feature from a side view of her breasts, as wonderful as it is, does compete with any view if mounting this MILF for the penetration of her also desirable holes. While she had been capable of spraying milk as a lubricant, she was also able to flow with sexually libations of her own making. She was aroused by the simple glance of someone noticing her hairy armpits, she would blossom with engorged labial responsiveness to just having eye contact with a hint of more to come. Breasts and labial responsiveness to touch might have become less firm than before, but, likely to be firming more during the pregnancy changes yet to come. To cum, would she resort only to toys? Would she find other men? or women? With her day job working on developing göztepe escort sex toys and potions, likely all! She was literally hoping to have more fun with toys, with sex, with touch, with bounce, with sucking, suckling, nursing, and wanted especially to have double penetration, to enjoy anal and vaginal penetration while her breasts were being touched separately from her nipples being pulled and twisted at absurd lengths. She groaned softly at the thought of the sensations on her nipples.

Now on the secret team, the red team (Elsebet and Aida on the blue team, but Lulina and Perizat on the red team) for the development of products for clients (the current ones who seemed to be interested in kinky innovations in the sex toy industry), Lulina had ideas of her own, for later, yes, but, for now, was glad to have the ideas of others to make into real products. Her own ideas? Later, yes, later, be patient and know we will learn about her efforts, but,… later. For now, appreciate that Lulina is, well, imagine how you might feel, as if she were the most capable computer you can get, but, that you don’t have the software to exploit its capabilities. Do you pass it on to others? Do you use it with what you have known from less capable models, ignoring what it might be able to do for you? Do you try to get programs that can challenge those capabilities? Do you just leave it shut down? Lulina was hoping to be turned on. Hoping.

No doubt you also want her to be turned on. No, not as a computer might boot up. No, not as an appliance might become active fulfilling its purpose. You want her. You want her aroused, your sensations engaged as her lips and those nipples are dragging across your own skin. You want her to use the touch of her lips and the touching of her nipples to your skin as if to tactilely map the counters of your own body. You want her. You want all the prelude to taking her to orgasm, your own. You want the stimulation for your excitement to climax. Imagining the curvy and bouncing bodies of others, but, also the small, firm, muscular body that she brings to the bed. You. Want. Her.

Lulina had dark hair. Aida had scarlet hair (colored to match her breasts, perhaps). Lulina was educated from universities around the globe in general fields that included mathematics, physics and in specific fields that delved deeply into statistics and fabrics. Aida was mostly experienced in on the job training in out of the mainstream topics related, quite loosely, to integrated health care. An odd pair to have bonded so totally to one another? Almost instantly? Not to exclude anyone else, no, just especially so between themselves. Jealousy is the ugly turn that every relationship must navigate. Nobody was jealous. At least not yet. Maybe nobody else, yet, had given any attention to her? Everyone was somehow in Ashley’s orbit. Everyone. In. Ashley’s. Orbit.

The women mourning his passing certainly appeared to honestly believe he was gone. He had to be gone. His own granddaughter calling for the ambulance, after secretly bringing his lifeless body back home to be taken by ambulance. couldn’t be in on it, could she? The ambulance crew were trained so they would have had to have tested and noticed, right, had he been faking his own death? The doctor calling him dead at the hospital would have been risking her career to do so, which everyone knows that doctors will not risk their careers no matter what the temptation or cause, right?

Anyone hearing or seeing what happened would likely have no reason to suspect he could be alive, though, they might have a reason to extend any investigation from the crime scenes next door to this house all the way to the small cemetery, you know, that old little part of the parks area, where it was Halloween all the time, where already hundreds of years ago the place was adorned with a few headstones, fewer crypts and mostly plaques that you had to practically stand at to see it was nearly filled with its permanent residents?

Maybe a high official didn’t believe he existed, okay, but he wasn’t someone that could be ignored, dead or alive, someone that had to be considered as perhaps no longer a witness if not having had a more active role than proximity to a scene that was flagged for multiple incidents.

What would be a clue leading police detectives to the vigilante archers? The current thinking of the detectives was that the vigilantes were geeks, hidden in an attic with many ways to communicate with a fleet of remotely piloted drones; in this scenario, the police fantasized units of the fleet of drones had provided the floodlighting and probably different drones had launched arrows from something like a cross-bow on board. Unlikely as it seemed, the fantasy ran along the lines that there were probably many of the drones deployed or rapidly capable of being deployed, preferably at night, and when an opportunity was found, the vigilantes mobilized their stealthy air force çorlu escort of drones, perhaps some prepositioned throughout the city, one arrow capable of being fired from each of the separate weaponized drones kept hidden in darkness by coordinated control of the separate drones deploying floodlighting. Had they found such drones? Errr, no. Wait! There had to be evidence, evidence of more than multiple arrows so expertly aimed as to wound none while pinning by their own clothing so that they were dependent on others to free them. But other than testimony with odd bits of broken arrows removed in freeing those who had been pinned by the arrows, there was no evidence to follow further. Damn those geeks with their night-enabled drones! They were probably peeking toms, anyway!

But, what about the incident at the opposite edge of the park from the old cemetery? The reported incident where a police vehicle drone had malfunctioned, flashing its lights and coincidentally (coincidentally? ha!) captured an image of a dark figure holding a bow? High tech systems suspected at two incidents but low tech image captured at a third? Unrelated? That combination of a technical glitch for the police vehicle drone but capturing an image of a ninja-ish bowman instead of a flying cross-bow mounted drone offered no confirming path for the detectives to pursue. That third incident, which was outwitting, or perhaps overcoming or maybe the outright harvesting of the gang members who had kidnapped a young girl for ransom by her mother, had gone without police notice. The only report had been the diversion, err, the failure of the police vehicle drone. The criminals need file no report. The police reports? No reports of arrows launched and landed. No reports of ransom demanded, whether or not paid. No reports of kidnap victim, whether rescued or not. Only an odd report of an unlikely failure of a police vehicle drone that captured the image of a darkened figure with a large bow.

That didn’t require a detective effort. It was something the team in tech support would put to rest (even without ever knowing why whatever had gone wrong hadn’t gone right). The police vehicle drone was back in service. It had even visited Ashley’s street earlier that day, as part of the mobilized forces that routinely were dispatched so as to be seen in an effort to reduce the risk of break-ins after a resident passed away.

Sara had been masturbating in her bed when the police vehicle drone drove by her place. The sensors in her leather (also holding her weapon, communications links, handcuffs) had gently activated, alerting that the police vehicle was so close. Sara’s fantasy had been interrupted. She had been fantasizing that there were two circles, one inside the other, comprised of masturbating women. The outer circle was the MILFs and mature women, packing the extra weight for curves that jiggled as they masturbated. One was holding her ass cheeks open to invite attention. Another was turning sideways, holding a heavy breast to emphasize her curves at ass and chest. All the outer circle MILFs were busty and big-assed. Some had big clits, some had long and open slits, being touched with excitement. Every color of skin was represented in the circle, and all the skin was greased, moving sensually, swaying, rotating, open and ready for action. The inner circle, watching the outer circle, was comprised of younger women, tight bodied, lithe, mounted on saddle-like toys that double penetrated each rider. The members of the inner circle were wearing leather collars at their necks that had attachments. Some of the attachments went only to connect to their nipples, but others were securing the girls to the saddle-like sex toys. Sara had been imagining more of the what was happening in her make believe scene but the interruption broke the fantasy entirely. She got up to prepare to show up for her shift at the station, she would probably be the only neighbor not attending the potluck get-together at Ashley’s today.

The white board at the side gate from Ashley’s yard was not displaying its calendar function. The calendar had normally blacked out from viewing any of the days and times for which nobody could ask for an appointment for hair care by Ashley. Earlier today, Ashley had surprised everyone by resetting it to different purposes for them. In this instance, she had instructed some kind of voice interface to calendar and sequence a planting schedule for the mapped out sections within the garden that she then photographed and sent to the women interested in maintaining her grandfather’s garden. It was more versatile than anyone had known or expected possible. None knew or understood the implications of it not being connectable to the internet. Nor did anyone appreciate the significance that it was only visible at certain angles from limited and totally protected positions in the yard.

The women were brainstorming. What to do for Ashley? What to do for her ümraniye escort grandfather having passed away? For some reason, it was Elsebet leading the discussion. Her hair was in a loose pony tail. She also had just clipped a tiny strand from her hair to add to the garden memorial. She was wearing a bright blue patterned Summer dress that clearly showed all that could be shown yet covered. Aging gracefully was an understatement. Elsebet was growing more lovely by the hour.

Gathering together, but, not yet a full ensemble, this was a large gathering already. Ashley had not yet returned after having left together with (and at the request of) EmmaLee, asking everyone to stay, telling all that they would shortly return.

Uyghur and Uzkek food had been made by Lulina. Swedish food had been made by Elsebet. Sara had made food, which she rarely did, based on her mother’s own Japanese foods. Perizat had a signature soup cauldron that had in it everything, including non vegan choices of, well, not appropriate to relate now. It was quite the potluck brought to feed Ashley and to have a reason to keep her company. So, why had Ashley left with EmmaLee. Who was EmmaLee? Not there to be questioned, instead, the food smoothed the way for everyone to question Lulina.

Answering questions, Lulina was, in a sense, integrating into a new home. new community, almost like a child entering a new school and introducing herself, hoping to find friends here. She explained that she came from a remote Central Asian place where her people had historically mostly been weavers and shepherds. Her family had gone from being hand-crafting weavers to industrial scale fabric makers. She herself had studied abroad in facets of what her parents thought might be useful for the future of the family businesses, but, that had all ended. She was orphaned, and [at this point she went quiet]. Diya picked up the story for her, explaining that Lulina’s cousins had come to study in India, where they had met Diya, and when Diya herself came here for further studies, she and Liluna had entirely by chance come together because Diya had needed tailoring for her school’s uniform and then learned of a common friend. Yes, some of Lulina’s cousins had escaped to India. Some of her family had escaped to Kazakhstan or to the Kyrgyz Republic, and she shared many of the common legacies and shared heritage with Perizat as well as Ashley. Odd, she mused, contrasting Perizat retaining a traditional name in contrast to her and Ashley having such unfathomable ones; how did they come by these faked names now? So different from names in their native tongues. As her thoughts and words touched that subject, though, Elsebet blurted out, “Lilla Gubben.” Almost everyone answered together, asking “Whaaaat?” and all eyes turned to Elsebet.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup. She was strangely so Swedish for someone who had been gone so long from Sweden. “Does anyone know his name?”

If Sara had been there, then Sara likely would have said that there must have been a name. Right, a name that her boss’ boss, Samantha McLeod, recognized for him (even if she had not believed he could have existed, let alone still have been alive at that point).

Sara wasn’t there to say that. Nobody there had any idea about a name for Ashley’s grandfather. Shrugs. Shrugs all around. Then laughter. They were all demonstrating having acquired at least that much of a vocabulary in shrug.

As somber as the reason for their talking now, Elsebet was easy to smile. Her smile was contagious. “I never knew his name, so I gave him a nickname. I even joked he must be the real Rumpelstiltskin.” She shrugged, so everyone joined in with another round of shrugs, synching into a group shrug, then a group smile, before she continued speaking: “The Swedish name for a character from children’s movies about a young girl hilariously on adventures trying to rescue her father. The girl is awkwardly dressed, incredibly strong, quite blunt in manner, and is accompanied by her monkey and her horse. Since Ashley was a young girl raised by an old man who sometimes rode horses with her, I borrowed the name of that horse as her grandfather’s name, the name ‘Lilla Gubben’ means ‘the old man.'”

Elsebet got a lot of laughs from everyone else there. Absent-mindedly, she would sometimes stroke her neck, her throat, even her breasts. But, mostly, her tummy.

“A Viking funeral. Set him in a boat or a raft to push off from the pier, then set it ablaze?” She mused, imagining it in her mind, even wondering about making the portions that would transform the raft to a Viking-like appearance. Almost without pausing in her stream of thoughts, she began thinking of arsonist dreams for a quick flame, running only as long as the music for a funeral dirge. Others began to fantasize about sex by firelight. Easily able to be aroused, almost able to lose consciousness of reality when aroused. Touching themselves. Elsebet was touching her own upper body. Diya was stroking upwards from her feet along her legs and increasingly aching to stimulate her labial lips and clitoris directly. In Japanese tradition, remains were cremated, but Sara was not there to offer that suggestion. The idea of a Viking funeral was not troubling to anyone. Nor was blood, gore, death or mourning rituals distracting anyone’s, err, thoughts.

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The final in this CFNM tale

Sorry it took so long to get back to this tale. Life and stuff gets in the way.

I was a nervous wreck by Saturday. Was Peggy really going to be back? Or was it just a tease? Strange at it seems I had enjoyed showing and performing for her. Being under her control had turned on a switch I didn’t know I had. If Peggy failed to show up I would be disappointed or worse. More, if I wanted what she had given me how or where would I find another person with her abilities?

Thankfully at three pm the doorbell was ringing. I opened the door to see Peggy standing there all smiles. “Are you going let me in? This is great. I was afraid after the other day you might have moved to Alaska or some other dreadful place.”

I stood back, “Yes please come in. I wasn’t sure you’d really be here.”

Then it hit me. Right behind Peggy and following her in was this little skinny girl. Why is this fifteen year old girl here? “Peggy…What is going on? I don’t understand…What is going on? I thought that we…I…we…would do…”

“Oh we will Hank.”

“No, not with this little girl here we won’t. Do you realize how perverted that would be? They’d throw us in jail.”

“Hank, calm down, this is my niece, Marty. She may be tiny but I can promise you she is all grown up. In fact she is an A student at the U. Studying aerospace technology. Next year she is off to Alabama for an internship and if all goes as planned back in a year to work on her masters.”

Peggy paused for a moment. Then, “Sadly she is lacking in any knowledge of the human body. More specifically the male body and that’s why she’s here with us. She also has no idea on how to control a man. I promised her that you would make us a great lunch and after we or more so she could see some interesting items.”

“Isn’t that what the internet is for, for young people to see and learn?”

“You silly man, she can’t look closely at or touch a screen, especially since we have a willing subject that will let her do those things. Now why don’t you fix us lunch? Then we could look into the real reason we’re here.”

She turned to Marty, “You do still want to do this don’t you? We don’t have to do it if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Are you kidding? You promised me a real live penis. Drag me all the way across town. Then think I’m going to change my mind. You said he’d jerk, I mean, masturbate for me.”

Marty looked at me, “I’m really looking forward to this. My parents are so conservative and afraid to even mention the word sex. I don’t understand how I even got born. I found art books with some pages torn out because I think there might have been nude photos. So, ya, I’m on board with this. I’ve never even been on a real date what with my folks and studying all the time. In fact we could skip the lunch and get to the good stuff.”

Peggy laughed, “No. Lunch first. Anticipation is half the fun. Marty if you would be so kind.”

Me, I’m just here to serve and please I guess. I hadn’t remembered her threat to bring a guest and as a result lunch was a little skimpy but we made do. In fact Marty hardly ate anything. She spent most of the meal watching me with a hint of a smile on her face.

As I was picking up the dirty dishes Peggy suggested, more told me, “Hank why don’t you take off your shirt? You’ve got a good body, why hide it under that baggy thing?”

“I wouldn’t object if you did the same.”

“Silly man, you know that isn’t how this works don’t you?”

I finished clearing the table and loaded the dishwasher topless, with the two of them watching me. I be lying if I said I wasn’t get a bit of a thrill from it.

Peggy stood as I started the dishwasher, “It’s about time Hank. I swear it seemed to take forever. Are you getting cold feet? Changing your mind? üsküdar escort I think not, I think you want this as much as we do. Don’t you?”

When she turned and headed into the living room I followed like a puppy and Marty was right behind me. I did not have shoes on. “I think the socks first. Would you agree Marty?”

Her eyes were big and she quickly nodded yes. I sat on the edge of the easy chair and took them off. Then I waited and waited and waited. Those two sat side by side on the couch looking at me. “Well I think it’s time. Why not stand up and drop those jeans? Do it kind of slow. We want Marty to get the whole experience don’t we?”

Completely under her control just like last time I stood and started to undo my belt. “No, stop.”

Thinking it wasn’t going to happen I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. I was ok with Peggy but a little unsure about Marty. Honor student in collage or not she looked like a little kid.

“I think it would be neat if we let Marty do the unveiling. What do you think Hank? You want this pretty girl do drop your jeans for you? Wouldn’t that be fun? How about it Marty? You want to strip him? You know him all naked? Let it all hang out.”

Marty sat way back on the couch, “No…Uh un. No. I’ll just watch.”

“Ok, well you heard her Hank. Drop those jeans. I hope you’re wearing one of your pouches. I’d be real disappointed if you’re not.”

As my pants hit the floor Marty was peeking through her fingers at me. I stepped out of them and felt my cock bouncing in its pouch. Peggy giggled and Marty squealed. I was so hard it almost hurt.

“That’s my man. You look just like I remember. What’d think Marty? Isn’t that something?”

I heard a mumbled unintelligent response.

“What did you say darling? You want the side view? You heard her Hank a quarter turn please. Yes thank you, just like that.”

Marty was back on the edge of the couch, staring with those big eyes.

“See those nuts Marty. They’re sperm machines. Looking for an egg, you have to be careful around them. Thank god for the pill or we’d be up to your necks in babies.”

I stood there waiting, I knew it was coming. “Ok, how about you give us the rear view. I want Marty to see how the string disappears between your cheeks. Maybe spread your legs a bit and then bend over and touch your toes.”

As I did she reached out and pulled the string aside. “Cute isn’t it? All brown and wrinkly and some guys like us to play with it. What do you think Marty? Tell me Hank; are you one of those guys? Do you like it when someone fingers you back there? Have you ever been pegged?”

I didn’t answer for fear what might happen if I did. “Ok big fella, stand up and let us see that big bulge again.”

As I turned Marty had a look, “Auntie…Could I…Kind of…You know…Touch it? Just a little touch maybe.”

“Oh I’m sure that’d be ok, right Hank? You don’t mind if Marty gives you a little touch do you? I’m sure he wouldn’t object. Just go ahead, over the cloth. Be gentle.”

It was like a feather was touching me. Softly it moved along the shaft. Just for a moment till she dropped her hand and moved away. She had the weirdest look on her face. Fear, satisfaction or wonderment, I couldn’t decide.

“Neat isn’t it? How about we see the rest? Or maybe you want to feel his nuts. We could have him turn sideways again and just reach into the opening and use a fingertip. Here let me show you how.”

Peggy was slightly rubbing one of my nuts and it was driving me crazy. When Marty did it I almost cried out with pleasure.

Peggy pulled Marty’s hand back. “Better stop. I think he’s reaching a point that might cause an eruption and that’d spoil our fun.”

“Eruption…What are gaziemir escort you talking…Oh, an eruption. Like when he…Oh my goodness, do you think that could happen?”

“Well, men are strange creatures. Sometimes the littlest touch and like a bomb; off they go, making a big mess.”

Peggy sat back on the couch, “Let’s relax for a minute. Let things cool down a little. There’s still more to see and do. Hank why don’t you go and get us a glass of water? Or wine if you have it?”

As I was in the kitchen I could heat Marty, “This is so cool. Thank you for bringing me. When do I get to see his penis? I bet it’s really big isn’t it? The way his undies push out like that. Can I touch it? When it’s all out and exposed? Are you going to make him masturbate like you said he did the other time? I’d like to see that. I bet it’s real neat. When will you make him take off his undies? Soon I hope. I’m getting all tingly.”

As I returned with two glasses of wine Peggy asked why I didn’t have one and please get one and have a seat and relax like they were. When I returned they had moved apart on the couch and Peggy was patting the spot between them. Taking the hint I sat down.

One of Peggy’s hands was resting on my thigh. “See what I’m doing Marty? Men like it when we touch them like this. Why don’t you touch his other leg? Yes like that. Feel good Hank?”

Nothing happened for a minute as we sipped our wine, then, “I like to run my hands up and down their leg, like this. Kind of softly, up and down just feeling the hair on the leg as you rub over it. Not too far up though, don’t want to touch that bulge, it might cause a problem. Yes like that, from the knee till just about here.”

They were killing me. In my head I’m saying, ‘Let’s do this. Please. I’m ready. Whatever you want, I need help.’

“Hank, I’d like another glass of wine. Would you be a sweetie and get me one more? Thank you so much.”

Damn it. Should I just wipe it out and jerk off? It was getting unbearable and I was hurting. I needed relief and I needed it soon. From the living room Peggy was saying, “I think it’s time. What do you think? Would you like to take control? I think he’s ready to surrender just to get the relief he needs. Want to try?”

I didn’t hear her answer, maybe she didn’t say anything or it was softly. But she was ready when I walked back in with Peggy’s wine.

Marty was standing in front of the couch. “Hank, I’d like you to turn sideways again. We want another look at the way it all bulges out and your nuts are exposed. Thank you. Now back facing us again. I think it’s time you show us the rest. Well show me anyway. Auntie’s seen it all before hasn’t she? I love it by the way the way it cradles your penis. You pulled the pouch down and let my aunt watch as you masturbated didn’t you? Now I want you to do it for me. Do it very slowly. I want to see it emerging inch by inch. You do have inches don’t you? Auntie told me you have lots of inches. She wasn’t lying to me was she?”

I reached for the band with both hands.

“No wait.” She turned to Peggy, “Would it be alright if I took it off him? I want to do that. My first real live penis and I get to uncover it. Please, may I?”

“Will I can’t see why not. Hank is willing, aren’t you Hank? It’s ok if Marty slides your pouch ever so slowly down your legs isn’t it? Letting you big hard cock pop out and stand up strong and tall and letting my favorite niece see her first live throbbing cock.”

I knew she was teasing me. Dragging it all out, building the tension even higher. When Peggy nodded her head yes Marty dropped on her knees. Her hands reached up and took ahold of the waist bands. But nothing happened. She let go and sat back on the floor.

“I sancaktepe escort can’t do it. You tell him to do it Aunt Peggy.”

“No…You do it or tell him to do it. You have to learn to take control. Either way or we’ll just leave and he can satisfy his need by himself. Your choice, I’m not helping. I’ve seen him jerk off one before; this was for your education.

Something clicked; I could see it in her eyes and the set of her lips. “Take em down.”

I felt a little control of my own taking place. Very slowly I started too slid then down. All of my pubic hair was exposed, than an inch of the shaft. Another inch was showing, then a third. Suddenly she was back on her knees, “Stop. No more. Leave it like that. I want to look at just what is exposed and do this.” A finger was running through my hair and across what was showing.

“I like this. He feels so hard but the skin is so soft. Like a babies skin. Why is the hair so short?”

Peggy was laughing, “Tell her Hank. Why is that hair so short? You can share. Tell my niece about it.”

“I trim it.”

“Now tell her why.”

This was way more than I expected. I felt I was blushing all the way down my body. “Cause I think I look larger that way.”

“Come on more.”

“My penis looks larger when I trim down there.”

Both of them were laughing, Peggy a big hardy laugh and Marty giggling. “Ok Marty, time is wasting. We have that appointment remember. Let’s get this show on the road. Pull em down, so you can see the whole wonderful cock of Hanks.”

In a split second I was free and bouncing. Marty had fallen back with her hands up to her face and covering her mouth. I could hear her, “Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…My goodness. Will you look at that? Oh…Hank…I can see your penis. It’s so big, I can’t believe it.”

In a second she had recovered. The dominate side of her took over. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and held me firmly.

“Move your hand.”

“What did you say Auntie?”

“Move your hand. Keep ahold and move your hand, back and forth. Jerk him off. Make him come. You can do it. He’s close, all it’ll take is just a little bit and he’ll come for you. Stroke that cock…Yes like that keep going.”

I was on the edge, “Tell her Hank. Tell her when you’re going to come. I want her to see every shot, every pulse and every dribble.”

“I can feel it Auntie. I can feel it happening. Here it is.”

The relief was so complete. I could hardly stand. My knees were weak and shaking. I looked down, Marty had a splotch next to her nose and it was running down to the edge of her lips. Unknowingly she licked at it. Then a finger wiped at the rest and she put it in her mouth.

Then she must have realized what she had just done. “Oh my god auntie, I just put some in my mouth. Oh, ugh.”

“Don’t panic, it’s not the end of the world. When you get a steady boy you’ll make him so happy when you taste him. Men love it when they can come in our mouths and if you learn to swallow they’ll love it even more. Trust me on this.”

By now I was sitting in the easy chair with my wilted penis hanging between my legs. Peggy was on her feet and helping Marty to stand. “We have to run Hank. Thank you so much for the lunch and the entertainment. Marty has learned so much and will be all the better for it.”

Suddenly she knelt and sucked my sorry member into her mouth, gave me a few good sucks and a swirl of her tongue. Pulled back and stood back up, “Yummy, you do taste good Hank. Thank you again. We’ll let ourselves out if that’s ok. You may not want to come to the door in that condition.”

In a moment the door slammed and they were gone. I never heard or saw Peggy again. Like the Lone Ranger she disappeared from the scene. The manager said she had moved out several weeks earlier and no he was instructed to not revel where she was now living.

Many years later I think I saw a flash of Marty on a celebration at a NASA facility when a mission was being completed. Someone was patting her on the back and men were lining up to shake her hand.

The end for sure.

That is the end of this tale. I hope it meets with your approval.

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Fiona awoke to what was becoming a very familiar sensation between her legs; A twitching cage with her balls slick with precum. She let out a heavy sigh as she stretched, her eyes still too sensitive to the morning light to fully open. She patted her hands around their makeshift bed, searching for Amanda in her groggy state only to find the bed empty. As if on cue, Amanda opened the door, making her way inside with a cup of coffee in each hand. She was dressed in a tight, bright purple T-shirt and some baggy black pajama pants.

“Morning. You slept like a rock. Tough day or something?” Amanda teased, her eyes shifting towards the handcuffs still locked to the bed frame. Fiona grunted in annoyance before pulling the blankets up over her shoulder to snuggle back in bed.

“What time is it?” Fiona asked, feeling the comfort of the warm blankets beckoning her back to sleep.

“11 or so.” Fiona’s eyes shot open as she bolted up from bed.

“Amanda! We are SO late for lab! We gotta-“

“Chill out! Lab got canceled. Professor’s wife went into labor. He sent out an email this morning.” Fiona let out a sigh of relief. She fell back into bed, flinging the blankets over her as if already exhausted. With her hands full, Amanda grabbed the edge of the blanket with her toes, deftly balancing as she flung the blanket back off Fiona.

“I shoulda let you panic for a few more seconds, that would have gotten you out of bed. Here.” Amanda held out a mug of coffee, prompting Fiona to sit up and take it. Amanda eyeballed Fiona’s chest as the blanket fell off her, evoking a blush from Fiona when she noticed.

“So!” Amanda continued. “Can you tell me what was wrong about last night?”

“What was wrong?” Fiona confirmed, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

“Yeah! Somebody went to bed without doing something very important. Of course I teased you half to death and I’m the one who put you in bed… But still! I was so horny I couldn’t sleep, I had to get up and finish myself just to sleep at all!” Fiona’s eyes widened in realization, opening her mouth only to get shut down by a shushing gesture from Amanda. “Now that I have my own little toy to use for that, those days of me finishing myself should be a thing of the past. So here’s what we’re gonna do.”

Amanda reached down and grabbed the blanket still covering Fiona’s lower half, quickly pulling it off and tossing it across the room. Fiona jolted, instinctually pulling her knees up slightly to hide herself.

“Since lab is canceled, we don’t have to leave the house today. So we are going to spend today reminding you of your place.” Amanda walked over to her desk and grabbed the vibrating cock ring she had used to tease Fiona the night before, tossing it to her. “Your cage, and that. That’s all you get to wear today.”

“What? Amanda-!” Fiona was shushed once again.

“You’re gonna spend all day naked and making it up to me, and I’m gonna spend all day enjoying it. Sound good?” Fiona sat stunned with her mouth open in disbelief. She felt her face flush at the thought of spending the whole day naked in front of Amanda. Her heart raced as she felt her stomach climb up into her throat and a little stream of precum run down her balls. She bit her lip before nodding in agreement, unable to discern between excitement, horniness and dread. She felt the heat of her cheeks surge as she lowered her knees, fumbling with the vibrating cock ring as she worked it over her slick cage and into place. All while under Amanda’s gaze.

“Good girl… Now!” Amanda dropped her seductive tone, returning to her happy, peppy self, as if blind to the naked leaking girl in front of her. “Let’s get some breakfast! I made the amazing coffee, so your turn to cook.”

Amanda twirled around and walked into the kitchen as if it was a morning like all the others. She pulled out a stool from the island, leaned against its back and tossed her feet up on the seat of the other. She pulled out her phone and began scrolling, taking sips of coffee as she did.

Fiona could not approach her task with the same level of indifference. The stark contrast of her outfit and Amanda’s was overwhelming. She felt more naked than she had ever felt in her life. Every little action felt under the gaze of a thousand eyes. Bending down to grab the pan, reaching into the fridge to get the milk. She felt like the walls of her apartment were glass, and somehow everyone could see her simple caged attire. Fiona felt a string of precum stick to her thigh as it dripped to the floor.

The cock ring around her cage suddenly started vibrating. The burst of sensation nearly buckled her knees, propping herself up with her hands against the counter. She looked up at Amanda, expecting her usual evil grin, but she showed no signs of acknowledgement. She continued to sip her coffee and scroll through her phone. Fiona gripped into the counter, trying to hold in her heavy breaths. She was already incredibly horny from the night before. It didn’t even take 10 seconds before she felt herself barrel into the wall of a perpetual bahçelievler escort edge.

“Amanda…” She whined under her breath, pressing her knees together.

“Pancakes done?” Amanda sat up, Fiona’s ring still buzzing away.

“N-no, but-“

“Ah maaan, got my hopes up. Alright well lemme know when they are.” Amanda returned to her phone and kicked back once again, continuing to browse. Fiona watched Amanda helplessly, hoping she would laugh and turn the vibrator off. But she didn’t. She took a deep unsteady breath as she tried to ignore the already full and overflowing dam of frustration between her legs. Finally, she mustered enough drive to continue making breakfast.

Fiona was normally a pretty good cook, especially when it came to sweets. But that morning was anything but normal. Her mind was a fog. Every step of the way was hindered by her overwhelming lust. She accidentally put in twice the amount of sugar, too busy grinding her cage against the counter she forgot she already put some in. She took forever to mix the batter, constantly stopping to support her weakening legs with her hands as she quivered just below orgasm.

Once she had the pancakes on the burner, she finally caved. She rested her arm and head on the edge of the counter, watching a small puddle slowly form on the ground below her. The constant vibrations were torture. There wasn’t a moment where her body didn’t feel like it would finally slip over the edge and cum, nor a moment where the frustrating reality didn’t hit. She thrusted into the air, trying to suppress her soft moans and silent begging. Time seemed to blur by until she smelled a faint burnt smell.

“Shit…” Fiona whispered, promptly standing back up and flipping the pancakes. She stayed standing to watch the pancakes finish, determined not to let her cage be the demise of that side as well.

“Pancakes are done.” Her voice came through much weaker than she intended.

“Perfect!” The vibrations suddenly stopped, allowing her to finally catch her breath and slump onto the counter in relief. Amanda put her phone away and sat up. “These are uh… quite crispy. What’s up? You’re usually a pancake master.” Fiona groaned into the counter before standing up and walking around the island to take her seat by Amanda.

“These abominations are completely your fault. How is anyone supposed to be able to focus like that?” Amanda finally broke indifference and laughed.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. Most likely out of necessity.” Amanda teased. Fiona felt her throat tighten at the thought.

They ate their terrible pancakes in high spirits, only stopping to poke fun at Fiona a few times. Despite the lull as they ate, Fiona’s arousal was persistent. Eating naked next to a fully clothed Amanda constantly reminded her of her complete powerlessness. Reminded her who had the only say on if she’d finally get the release she craved. Amanda didn’t say a single word about her denial, her cage, even about her nakedness. For her it was just another breakfast, yet Fiona crept off the edge as slowly as melting ice.

“Welp!” Amanda pushed her empty plate towards the center of the island. “Those were… edible…” She laughed as she grinned at Fiona. “Thanks for breakfast! Would you mind getting the dishes? I think that’d be a wonderful view.” The kitchen sink was in the counter directly opposite the far edge of the island. This gave anyone sitting at the island a full view of whoever was using the sink. Fiona blushed, realizing Amanda’s intention.

Fiona grabbed Amanda’s plate along with her own and made her way to the sink. She filled the sink with soapy water and began the dishes. She couldn’t see Amanda while she washed, only able to imagine her eyeing down her form from behind. She felt another drop of precum stretch down from her cage. Her face burned, wondering if Amanda could see the string glistening from her vantage point.

She tried to block it out of her mind and focus on the dishes, when she jumped slightly at a hand grazing against her butt. She felt a kiss on her lower back. Then another slightly above that, trailing their way up her spine as Amanda’s hands slid around Fiona’s sides and down to her inner thighs. Fiona moaned softly, almost dropping the plate in her hand as her back arched from the sensation, pushing her butt back against Amanda.

“I couldn’t resist.” Amanda whispered near Fiona’s ear. “Don’t let me distract you, you got dishes to do.” Fiona whined in protest, but she tried to switch her focus back to the dishes. That proved to be much harder than she thought.

Amanda was relentless. She kissed all around Fiona’s neck and back. Some kisses being replaced with playful nibbles, sending shivers through Fiona. She groped her butt with one hand as her other glided against Fiona’s cage, slipping smoothly down to play with her glistening balls. Fiona couldn’t hold back her heavy breaths, her hips moving rhythmically on their own. She felt Amanda’s bağcılar escort hand slide down off her balls and between her thighs. A heavy moan escaped her lips as she felt two fingers slip inside her with ease. Her thighs clamped around Amanda’s hand, determined not to give up that stimulation.

She felt the soft fabric of Amanda’s pajamas disappear from her butt, only to be replaced with bare skin a few seconds later. She could feel Amanda growing against her, pushing against the back of Fiona’s clamped thighs.

“Please,” Fiona softly moaned. releasing her thighs and arching her hips to push herself towards Amanda’s unit, almost by instinct. She felt her ears burn at the thought of how forward she just was, but she was too horny to hold back. She could hear Amanda giggle with excitement and surprise, only causing her cheeks to burn brighter.

Amanda’s fingers slipped out of her. Even with the prospect of what might soon be replacing them, Fiona felt her body lurch to try and follow them, crying out for the attention they were giving her. Her hand slid up Fiona’s front before grabbing her chest, squeezing playfully as they made their way to her nipple. Fiona was desperate for more stimulation. Just as she was about to beg, she felt Amanda trace her tip around Fiona’s lips before finally pushing inside.

Fiona couldn’t wait for Amanda’s teasing pace. The instant she felt Amanda’s tip push inside, she thrusted her hips back, taking Amanda’s massive unit entirely. She felt her butt slap against Amanda’s pelvis, but her body still screamed for more.

“Goddd…” Fiona whimpered. Amanda needed no more invitation. She immediately began thrusting into Fiona, wrapping one hand around Fiona’s hips to pull her back with force against each thrust. The other gripped tightly into her breast. Fiona could feel her nails digging slightly into the skin, and she couldn’t have cared less. Every nerve in her body screamed for the same thing. The precum leaking from her cage flung about as she moaned, leaving drops against the cabinet doors below the sink and across her and Amanda’s legs

“Please God let me cum, Amanda! I need it! I need it so badly!” Fiona couldn’t keep herself upright any longer, using her arm to support herself against the sink faucet. Amanda slowed down, pushing fully inside Fiona before holding still.

“Awww, did you forget what today was about?” Amanda spoke softly, and teasingly apologetic. “You are already begging to cum without getting me off a single time? And look, you still haven’t even finished the dishes.” Her voice dropped to a low seductive tone. “I wouldn’t be expecting to cum today. Period.”

Amanda resumed pounding into her, with even more force and vigor than before. Fiona cried out as her body trembled. She pulled one of her hands from the sink, grabbing manically at her other breast, letting soapy water trail down her breast and stomach.

Amanda felt herself approaching the edge. She thrusted until she was about to burst over before pulling out. The sudden disappearance evoked a frustrated cry from Fiona. Her hips shot back, desperately searching for Amanda’s cock. That sight was more than enough, as Amanda felt herself erupt all over Fiona’s back, streaming down Fiona’s butt and legs and dripping to the floor.

Feeling streams of hot cum plaster her back was the breaking straw. Her knees gave out as she crumpled to the floor, feeling the last few spurts of cum spray into her hair. Fiona whimpered in frustration, trying to catch her breath as her cock twitched furiously in its cage. Then Fiona felt Amanda wipe the tip of her cock off in her hair.

That was the nail in the coffin. All the teasing last night, being forced to stay naked while Amanda was fully clothed. The merciless teasing as she cooked, even the pounding she had just received. Despite it all, Fiona still believed deep down that Amanda was not fully committed to denying her. That maybe she’d keep her horny and frustrated, but when push came to shove, she would cave and let Fiona cum when she really wanted.

But as she felt Amanda wipe the cum off her cock into her hair, it was crystal clear. She was there for Amanda’s pleasure. To be used like a sex toy. To be denied for her enjoyment. It didn’t matter how horny she was, how frustrated she was. Even if she was denied until her mind and body devolved into a desperate dripping mess. It didn’t matter. Amanda decided when she would cum. If she would cum. Fiona was completely at her mercy. And in that moment, Fiona felt her stomach light with butterflies.

Fiona’s body buzzed with arousal, her eyes closed as all of her was focused on the sensation of the warm cum dripping down her body, and the throbbing desire between her legs. Her mind was foggy, yet somehow hyper alert to every sensation her body felt, from the soapy water and cum slowly trailing down her to even the gentlest breeze across her skin.

“Mmmm, definitely a good start towards making it up to me,” Amanda teased, pulling her pants ümraniye escort back up as she looked down on Fiona’s glistening body. “You might wanna clean up the floor when you’re done with the dishes, you left quite a pool of precum between your legs there, along with over by the island where you were cooking.” Amanda motioned back towards a small puddle in front of the stove. “I’d say clean up yourself too, but there might not be much of a point. There is a lot more of that coming, and you’d burn through all our towels. Do you want the vibrator on or off while you finish the dishes?” Fiona’s body didn’t wait to think things through. It was aching for stimulation after the sudden disappearance of Amanda’s unit.

“On!” Fiona bursted out before quickly doubling back. “Off, no I meant off.”

“Bit of a Freudian slip there?” Amanda teased. “Welllll, it doesn’t matter what you meant. After our rather toasty breakfast this morning, I think you could use more practice with tasks while otherwise… distracted.” Fiona felt the cock ring buzz to life, causing her body to fold further in on itself. She moaned as her head dropped down towards her knees, still pressed against the floor. “I’ll be in the living room, let me know if you need anything, Fi!”

Fiona worked her way to her feet, fighting against the overpowering urge to lay on the floor and finger herself, rub her cage, play with her balls, do anything and everything she could think of to try and finally cum. She grabbed a paper towel. She wiped the soapy water off her boob and stomach, beforing using it to clean the precum and cum off the cabinets and floor. She didn’t bother with the cum on her. The gentle tickle as the drops slowly crept down her body was almost mesmerizing. They helped remind her why she was so horny, why she was so desperate to cum.

Amanda was right, her body did slowly learn to operate despite the teasing vibrations between her legs. She almost felt a type of peace. Her mind quieted, separating her thoughts from her physical motions. Despite her brain being entirely focused on cumming, replaying the previous events over and over, urging her body to finally push over that sweet sweet edge, her hands worked persistently on the dishes. One might almost believe she was focused on the task at hand, if not for her hips unconsciously grinding into the air. By the time she finished the dishes, she had left another small puddle of precum on the floor, which she quickly cleaned up before heading to the living room.

The rest of the day was Amanda hammering more and more nails into the coffin, before piling heaps of dirt on top. They decided to watch a show. Fiona was confused when Amanda put on a show they had already seen instead of Game of Thrones, but it became crystal clear when Amanda stopped Fiona from sitting on the couch next to her, only to point at the ground between her legs.

Fiona spent the next half hour on her knees while Amanda watched the show. Fiona was happy to spend the time practicing her technique instead of watching the show, embarrassed slightly by the joy she felt from her skewing priorities. Whenever Fiona did something that felt particularly good, Amanda would turn on her vibrator like a little treat, slowly training Fiona’s mouth to Amanda’s preferences.

Without any warning, Fiona felt Amanda erupt into her mouth. Having never felt someone finish in her mouth, or even have tasted cum before, Fiona instinctively pulled off. Rope after rope covered her face and hair, some shooting low onto her chest and tits. She was about to stand up, when she felt Amanda’s hand gently grab her hair.

“This time, try not to pull off.” Fiona felt her cage twitch, and she let Amanda guide her head back down around her now shrinking dick. Despite the hot cum still dripping down Fiona’s face, she began working Amanda’s cock a second time. With its semi soft state, Fiona was able to take much more into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of the swelling unit in her mouth and cum on her skin.

It took another forty minutes to get Amanda to cum again, continuing to sporadically reward Fiona with bursts of vibration. Fiona felt her jaw and neck tiring, but her insatiable arousal easily trumped her fatigue. Once again without warning, Fiona felt the sudden eruption inside her mouth. She felt Amanda’s hand grip into her hair, holding her head down around her shaft. Determined to please Amanda, she tried to push her cock even further down her throat, using her hand to continue stroking the sections she couldn’t reach.

Fiona had a sensitive gag reflex, as well as a strong aversion to bitter flavors, always diluting her coffee with plenty of creamer and sugar. She had read that cum could have many flavors, but often was bitter. A massive relief rushed over her as there wasn’t even a hint of bitterness. It was sweet, with just a touch of saltiness, a similar flavor profile to salted chocolate.

It was a sensation like no other. Feeling her cock throb in her mouth with every spurt, each rope plastering her throat. She felt her cage throb as she tried to take more and more, rubbing her tongue against the underside of Amanda’s shaft. Amanda came for what seemed like a hundred spurts, almost forcing Fiona to pull off for air before she had finished. Finally, Fiona felt Amanda’s hand release, allowing her to pull off for a breath. Amanda rolled her head back against the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

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