A Party To Remember Ch. 03

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~~~~~~ The Request ~~~~~~

“Master?” She looked around the corner into his den. She wasn’t allowed in this room so stayed at the threshold. “Master?” She spoke softly wanting to get his attention but not to disturb him. He looked up from his work and smiled at his most valued possession.

He stood up, stretched and walked out of the room. It wasn’t often she broke his rules and disturbed him in his private den. “Did you want something pet?” He towered over her even when she wasn’t kneeling. She had to look up to see his face.

“Master, I have a favor to ask. I really hope you will consider saying yes. It would make me deliriously happy.” She was almost jumping up and down with excitement. Whatever it was, at the moment he didn’t care. He was just enjoying the sight of her breasts bobbing up and down as she hopped in front of him.

She was babbling about something, and he really wasn’t paying attention. He was fixating on the healing brand on her hip. He loved looking at it, knowing she was willing to show the world her submission to HIM.

His little slut was still prattling on, and he finally had to stop her. “Pet, calm down. I can’t understand a thing. If you want me to say yes to something, I have to know what it is first.”

She stopped talking, took a big breath, and gave her pitch. “Well, my sister, Karen, You remember her Sir, right? Well, she has been having a really hard time lately. You remember that she was all excited about her new job? Well, it disappeared with the downturn of the economy, and she’s not sure how she’s going to support herself.”

She stopped to take a big breath while he put his arms around her and stroked her back to help calm her. He knew how close Lynn and Karen were. They were identical twins and spoke on the phone every day. He hadn’t actually met her in person but had a few quick conversations with her on the phone.

“Let me guess, you want her to come live with us. Am I close?” He looked down to see her smiling back at him. He had to smile back. What else could he do?

“Oh yes Master, that would be WONDERFUL. Could she? Would You mind? She could help around the house while she tries to find a new job. And….”

She stopped and bit her lip. Now I’m in for it, he thought to himself. She’s thinking, always a bad thing for me. He laughed to himself. “There’s more, so spill it slut, before I tan your hide for keeping me waiting.”

“Master, I’ve never told You this because she’s a very private person. When we were teenagers, she was almost raped. It really screwed her up when it comes to men. You think I was scared of men when we met? She’s ten times worse. She’s done some dating, but Master, You won’t believe this, she’s a virgin.”

He looked at her in amazement. A 49 year old woman a virgin? He couldn’t even imagine it. In this day and age? “Why are you telling me baby? It doesn’t matter, she can still live here, she knows how we live.”

She took another deep breath and fell to her knees in front of her Master. She looked up, swallowed hard, and made her plea. “Master, your slut is asking You, no begging You, would You please take her sister’s virginity? I can’t think of anyone who would be more understanding of her special circumstances. You were so patient with me and all my fears. Master, I know you would be gentle with her. She wants to learn about the lifestyle and who better to teach her? Please? Please Master?”

He stood there dumbfounded. What could he say to her? He was flattered that she would consider him for such an important task. But he really didn’t want to muddy the waters with his most precious slut by bringing a second woman into their bed, even her twin sister. He looked at her kneeling so perfectly in front of him.

He reached down and took her arms, pulling her into his embrace. He whispered his answer. “No baby, I won’t take her innocence from her. If she wants to learn this lifestyle, then we will save that for her prospective Master. But she can live with us and learn until the right Dom comes along for her. How’s that?”

She held him tight about the waist, so grateful for the wonderful man that took such good care of her, and soon, her sister. She knew that he would help her sister find a Master ALMOST as special. And now her sister would also be able to share her Collaring Ceremony with her!

The ring in one of her pierced nipples caught on his shirt, and she gasped as he backed away. He looked down at the ring caught on his button and looked back at her and smiled. He started to walk away.

“Master, wait, I’m caught.”

“I know slut. Too bad, isn’t it?” He walked away, her tit being cruelly pulled as she tried to catch up with him. “Master, please, I can’t get the button out of my nipple ring if You keep walking.”

“I know that slut.” He kept walking with her scurrying next to him trying to keep the pain to a minimum.

Finally, they reached the bedroom. She watched his face and saw his amusement with her predicament. He slowly took off his tekirdağ escort shirt but didn’t help her untangle the ring. He dropped it and watched it hanging from her breast.

“Sorry pet.” He laughed and finally took the ring in hand and unhooked it from the offending button. “You looked so cute running to keep up with me. I almost decided to go outside for the paper but thought you might trip on the stairs.”

“Thank You Master, Your slut appreciates the thought.” She had a relieved look on her face as she imagined the looks on the faces of their neighbors.

His fingers didn’t leave her nipple. He held it tight and looked into her face as she gasped in surprise and pain. He smiled and waited for her face to relax and then tightened his grip. He pulled on her opposite ring, the heavy breast being pulled up and away from her body.

A tear rolled down her cheek with the pain. She could feel her cunt starting leak. He slowly leaned forward and tasted the tear. “Mmmm, I do so love to make you cry little one. You always taste so good.” As he looked into her dark brown eyes he twisted her nipples hard, making her cry out with the pain. “That’s it baby, you love it don’t you?”

She cried out in pain and screamed. “Ohhh fuckkkkkk, please Master, please hurt Your slut!”

He toyed with the rings for a minute, making her squirm on her feet. He loved pulling them, seeing how much she could take before she cried out. The first time he did it, she begged him to stop. She pleaded with him, insisting that they were going to pull through her flesh. She had forgotten he was an expert in these matters. He knew that she had been pierced correctly, and they would NOT pull out. Well, HE would never do anything that would have a chance at pulling them through her flesh.

He watched her face and saw her emotions clearly etched there for him. He saw her need, her lust, and he drank it in. She was perfect for him, in every way. He pulled her by the nipples to the bed and motioned for her to lay on her stomach. He quickly fastened her hands to the ever present handcuffs. She loved the bite of the metal on her skin.

He used the ropes that were attached midway on the bed to hold her ankles. This put her in a kneeling position on the bed. What a lovely view, he thought to himself. He could see her glistening pussy, the fluids startling to dribble down her thighs. He could make out the glint of the golden bar he himself had pierced through her clit hood.

He had been doing piercings for over 20 years, but he had never experienced the powerful feeling he had when he had pierced his own precious slut. He thought back to that night and how much he had felt his love and lust for her at that moment and every moment since. As much as he had felt for her previously, it was magnified after she submitted herself to him that night.

He slowly ran his fingers around her newly branded hip, bringing a sigh from her. Although it had hurt for the first few days, when the initial pain went away, he couldn’t believe how turned on she got when he touched around the area.

He traced the “M” with the tip of his finger and her body shuddered. He leaned over her and touched his tongue to the “P” and she moaned loudly.

“Mine.” He almost whispered it as his hands and tongue moved over her skin, showing his ultimate possession of her. She couldn’t help but move underneath him, her movements enflaming him more. He grabbed her hips to keep her in place and opened her cheeks to slide his tongue around her tight hole and down to her dripping snatch.

“Master, please.” She pleaded with him in a whisper.

“Please what slut?” He moved off the bed and attached the chains that were bolted to the head board and foot of the bed to her nipple rings and the hood piercing. He smiled to himself. That would slow down her movements.

She cried out in frustration when she realized how limited she was now without tugging on the rings.

“Please what slut?” He asked her again as he drank in the sight of his little bitch open for him in every way.

He walked away from her and she struggled to turn to see where he had gone. That changed her position a bit, and she gave a hard pull on one nipple and yelled in surprise at the pain. He laughed out loud and walked around her to show her the paddle in his hand.

“Let’s see how well you can hold still while I spank that pretty ass to punish you for disturbing my work this morning. Count for me baby.”

The paddle swung through the air. WHACK! She jumped forward and felt the chain pull on her hood piercing. Her voice wavered as she counted. “O-o-o-n-e Master.”

He smiled at her reaction. He swung the paddle at the other cheek. WHACK!

Again, she jumped forward, pulling on the pretty little gold jewelry. Her ass was already starting to turn pink as she counted two. He could tell she was concentrating to keep herself from jumping when the paddle next made contact.

WHACK! She managed not to pull on her clit trabzon escort this time and as he rained down expert blows to her ass, she counted diligently. When she reached twenty, he admired his work. Her ass was bright red, she was panting, and her pussy was leaking like a sieve.

He had been careful of the brand though and kept the paddle from getting too close. He took his time to walk around her slowly, appraising her present state of mind. After about the tenth blow, he could tell she was in sub space, oblivious to any pain. Her eyes were glazed, but she was beginning to focus on him and licked her lips.

He undid his pants and walked up to her shoulder. He released his hard cock and stood there, just out of her comfortable reach. If she wanted his cock, she would have to back up a bit, which would cause the chains to pull on her nipple rings.

She almost lunged for his cock, and then screamed when she felt the sharp pains in her nipples. The pain brought her back fully to the present and she struggled to find a comfortable way to get into position to suck him. It was impossible. So she gritted her teeth and leaned towards him, taking his cock into her mouth as she groaned with the torture to her tits, but moaned with the pleasure of taking him deep in her throat.

He stroked her hair lovingly as her mouth expertly sucked his cock. Soon enough, he was close to bursting and didn’t want to waste it in her mouth. He backed up as she sucked harder trying to hold him but she failed.

He climbed onto the bed behind her and as she begged him to fuck her, he forced his cock deep in one mighty thrust.

“Ohhhhh FUCKKKKKKK!” She screamed out her lust as he plunged over and over into her depths. He marveled at how tight she was, her walls scraping against his shaft with every movement. He had to be careful not to grab the brand as he gripped her hips.

Looking at the “MP” in this position made him want to ravage her even harder, taking full possession of his property. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt as he reached around to her clit hood and started playing with jewelry he had placed there two months ago.

He could feel how close she was getting to her orgasm but made her wait. She knew better than to beg for him to allow it. If she did, he would make her wait even longer. She had learned patience in the last few months. He leaned forward, burying his cock deep inside her and whispered to his beloved slut. “Cum for me my little bitch!”

Her reaction was immediate and immense. Every muscle in her body exploded in turn, jerking and spasming wildly. Her breathing became labored as she screamed out her lust for her Master.

He continued to strum her quivering clit to orgasm after orgasm as he shot his load deep inside her. He held her tight around the waist as they both regained their strength. As his cock slipped out of her well used pussy, he unclipped the chain on her clit hood and gently massaged the tortured little nub while she moaned mindlessly into the pillow.

He slowly climbed off the bed and in turn, untied the ropes on her ankles, the cuffs on her wrists, and lastly, the chains on her tits. Those he took off slowly, pulling just a bit to tease her further.

They were both exhausted. He climbed ontp the bed and took her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. Nothing could get him to ever let go of her.

His thoughts turned to Karen. If she was anything like her sister, it would kill him to have two sluts like this.

“Thank You Master.”

He smiled as his little slut curled up, holding his arm tight around her breasts as she fell asleep. Soon they were both sleeping soundly.

~~~~~~ Karen and Kevin ~~~~~~

A week later, Lynn and her sister were busily preparing for the Collaring Ceremony that was to be held in four weeks. They had purposely planned it so that Lynn’s brand would be totally healed. Paul was proud of his possession and wanted to show her off. He watched the sisters giggling.

Karen had come to live with them six days earlier. She was the spitting image of her sister but exceedingly shy. Sometimes, at first glance, he would think it was Lynn, until she turned beet red when she saw him looking at her, or he noticed that the collar was missing.

He could immediately tell that Karen, like his little slut, was naturally submissive. She would need an experienced Dom to introduce her to the lifestyle, but he agreed with Lynn, it was what she was meant for. She immediately began referring to him as “Sir” and listened intently to his instructions.

He sometimes wondered what she thought of the sounds coming from their bedroom when they fucked. He smiled as he thought about it. They hadn’t tried to be quiet, and sometimes things were quite lively in their bed.

A few times in the last week when Lynn needed some real discipline, they had snuck off to the basement which was sound-proofed. He didn’t want Karen to panic and call 9-1-1 or something.

He sivas escort was a little worried about how she would respond to their group of friends. There was bound to be a lot of fetish clothing, various stages of undress, and uninhibited behavior. He hoped she wouldn’t be too overwhelmed.

He wanted everything readied for the ceremony as soon as possible so there would be no last minute disasters. There were a few more details to attend to, but he needed help. Just as he thought of it, Kevin came walking through the door. They had been college roommates, had found this lifestyle together, and were as close as brothers.

He was a little worried about Kevin. Six months earlier, the submissive he had been training and thinking of offering a Formal Collar to, had decided the lifestyle wasn’t for her and ran back to her vanilla world. Kevin had been devastated and really hadn’t participated much lately in group gatherings. He did perform Lynn’s branding for him, but other than that, Paul hadn’t seen him much.

“Kevin, it’s about time you got here. I thought I was going to be drinking alone tonight.” They shook hands and did the proverbial chest bump they reserved for when no other Doms were present. “Lynn, get us some beers.”

When Karen walked out with the beers, Kevin was staring at her. Lynn looked different somehow, but he couldn’t place it. Paul watched him with an amused look. Kevin didn’t mean to stare at another man’s submissive, but there was just something different about her.

When Karen saw Kevin watching her, she blushed crimson and ran out of the room. Kevin’s eyes followed her out of the room. Paul couldn’t help himself and started laughing. Kevin knew there was something going on but didn’t get the joke.

“Lynn, would you bring our guest to meet Kevin please.”

Kevin blinked when he saw the two women walk out side by side. They were dressed identically, except for Lynn’s soon to be replaced red training collar. Of course, one other difference became clear quickly. Karen’s face was bright red. Her eyes were to the floor but she continually glanced up to peek at Kevin.

“Kevin, this is Lynn’s twin sister, Karen. Karen, this is my best friend, Kevin, but you may address him as Kevin Sir.” Paul watched Kevin’s eyes glued to Karen and smiled. He had thought they might be a good fit. Maybe he wouldn’t have to do any matchmaking after all.

“Hello Kevin Sir, it’s nice to meet you.” She spoke to the ground, afraid to look up.

Kevin took her hand in his and began to stroke it softly. “Its a pleasure to meet you Karen.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Although she looked exactly like Lynn, there was something different about her that he couldn’t place.

Paul cleared his throat to get Kevin’s attention. Kevin slowly released Karen’s hand and she quickly clasped it behind her back, eyes to the floor, face radiating heat.

“Karen has moved in with us.”

Kevin’s face paled. “You have a second submissive? How do you find the time?” He said it almost sadly.

Paul was quick to answer. “No, no, one little slut is all I want to handle. She’s living here until she can find a position with a Dom, the right Dom. She wants to learn about the lifestyle, but I explained to Karen and Lynn that I would not take on another girl. Lynn takes all of my time. You know how disobedient she can be.”

Paul arched his eyebrow and looked over at his little slut. Now it was her turn to turn red with embarrassment.

“However, Karen is living under my roof and therefore, is under my protection. So, Kev, if you know of any experienced Dominant looking for a willing submissive to train, please let me know. She has some special requirements that would need to be discussed before she entered into any arrangement.”

Kevin looked confused at this last statement, but said nothing. For the next few hours, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Karen. Paul had some concern that he would scare her, but she seemed to be enjoying the attention so far.

The four of them sat around discussing the upcoming ceremony, familiarizing Karen with what would be happening. Paul and Lynn both noticed the furtive glances going on between Kevin and Karen. Lynn had never seen her sister flirt before and did all she could to give them time alone.

“Master, would You please help me a second in the kitchen?” Paul walked into the kitchen and saw Lynn sitting at the table drinking a diet Pepsi.

“What do you need Pet?”

“Want another beer Master? I just wanted to give them a few minutes alone. She likes him, did You notice? I think he likes her too. Do You think so? Do You think Master Kevin would train her?”

He smiled and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder and reaching over to flick his tongue around her ear. “Baby, don’t be too obvious, OK? And DON’T push!”

Kevin was staying with them until after the Collaring Ceremony, and he did all he could to be near Karen. Paul had a feeling they would end up together but felt he had to let Kevin in on just what he was getting into.

A week later Paul decided he should talk to Kevin now rather than later. “Hey Kev, can we talk a minute?” He handed Kevin a beer and sat next to him. “You really like Karen, don’t you?”

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Poor Simon Ch. 07

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*Hello and welcome!

This chapter includes gay BDSM, strong Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those turn you off, scram.

All characters are 18+

I accidentally forgot to use the ‘Sexual intensity scale’ last chapter, but this chapter is a 7.

Thank you, and please enjoy!*

When I woke up, the first thing that registered was the pain. My ass felt hot and swollen and when I moved I felt some scabs crackle.

Master was still sitting on the bed, and I wondered if he had moved. He saw me and smiled a little. “Get up and do a few stretches, I’m sure that will help.”

I was not at all sure that it would help, but I got up and touched my toes. Then I did a pretzel stretch and a track stretch and to my surprise, the pain did fade a little. At the peak of each stretch the bruised muscles in my ass would shriek, but as the stretch wound down they would murmur gratefully.

Master fed me scraps of Indian food while I was on my knees. I loved the sensation of licking smears of food or sauce from his fingers, even though the food wasn’t very tasty. In the old days I would have grimaced and left it alone, but now it was my only option, other then going hungry.

He wiped his wet fingers on his pants and got up. “Lie on your back on the bed.”

As I crawled up onto the bed he opened the toy chest and my cock twitched. I lay obediently on the bed as he dug into the toy chest.

The first thing he took out was familiar, and it made me blush, and it made my cock perk up excitedly. It was the black cock-gag. He gave a wry smile and brushed the thick head of the cock against my nipples, and they both instantly perked up.

“You really like this toy don’t you Simon?”

I nodded, afraid to speak, my eyes following that big black cock. He shoved it into my mouth, and I moaned a little, I liked the way it forced my jaws open.

He dug in the chest a little more and pulled out two long shackles. They were long braided ropes with padded shackles on one end and a metal ring on the other.

“Spread your arms.”

I did and he took hold of my left wrist and fastened it with the short shackle that was already attached to the upper left bedpost. He did the same with my right hand. Then he attached the metal rings of the long shackles to the metal rings on the bedposts. He fastened each of my ankles into one of the shackles so I was lying there with my arms spread above my head and my ankles tied to the same bedposts.

That was vulnerable enough, but then he removed a long extendable metal bar from the toy chest and put it between my knees, spreading it until the awkwardness was complete. I was completely helpless to move or protect my genitals. My cock was semi-hard and resting on my stomach. I remembered the picture on the front of Master’s book and I winced and swallowed hard.

He reached into the chest again and I said silent thanks when he didn’t come back up with any clips. I hated nipple clips. He only had the slender red bottle of lube and a roll of thin gauze. He saw the wide-eyed expression of anxiety that I was giving him, and he smiled warmly. Just that smile was enough to make my cock dribble a little precome.

“It’s your first time with cock and ball play, so we will go slow. Relax Simon.”

I took a deep breath and sucked on the gag; somehow having it in my mouth comforted me.

Master slathered some clear lube on his hands and I craned my head nervously as he reached for my groin. My head arched back in a delirious moan of arousal as he began to fondle me. He slicked every inch of my smooth groin with lube, and the way that his big warm hands slid around, and the cool/hot slick feeling of the lubricant had me panting weakly with lust and trying to hump his hand.

“Stop that.” Master growled, and I froze.

His attention focused on my balls then, but in a good way. His hands gently cradled the slick sensitive pouch, rubbing and kneading lightly and painlessly. It felt very good, and it felt almost like an act of trust, that I could feel so good with two of the most vulnerable and delicate objects in my body in his hand.

I craned my head up to watch again, panting breathlessly. This time I felt a cold mixture of fear and excitement crawl up my belly like tendrils of frost.

Master Anthony had torn off a length of the thin gauze and had draped it so lightly over my loose and relaxed ball sac. Then his hands moved smoothly and gracefully, wrapping up my testes into a tight swollen little pouch with the gauze.

I let out a weak cry and sucked harder as he held the tight pouch in his hand and gently ran his fingernails over it. Wrapping it up didn’t hurt, it just made my sac tight and a little uncomfortable and extremely sensitive. I could feel the cold beads of sweat popping up on my forehead and chest and under my arms. His fingernails were tracing lines of static electricity over the sensitive skin.

I moaned as Master manisa escort wrapped one hand firmly around my sac and the other around my slick cock, which had wilted a little from the anxiety. He gave it a few long strokes that had me arching my back and groaning through the gag.

He settled into a delicious rhythm of slow hard strokes to my lubricated cock and gently squeezing and releasing my pouch in a sensation that felt hot and heavy and pulsing and just a little painful. Soon I was on the way to a climax, dancing on the red-hot edge of it, when Master released my genitals entirely.

I groaned with frustration and squirmed a little, I could see my poor denied cock bouncing between my trembling thighs. I felt sore from the spreader bar and my ass still ached from yesterday’s beating but now my pain and discomfort only fed my arousal. I could feel my pulse thump dully in my aching nuts and in the tip of my red swollen cock.

“Shh… Calm down Simon, we have more work to do.”

I moaned and squirmed weakly with discomfort as he went digging in the toy chest again. I longed for his touch. He took out a long thin black case. It reminded me of the case that my father had left his reading glasses in, but it was about a foot long and even thinner then the glasses case. He had also taken out a small blue bottle of disinfectant.

He opened the end of the case and a long thin metal rod slid out. It had a short black handle that was about four inches long and the rod jutting out of the handle was a slightly tapering piece of very thin grey metal. At its thickest point near the handle it was about as thick as a straw, and near the very end it was about as thick as a pencil lead, with an elongated metal bulb at the very tip no bigger then an shelled sunflower seed.

I watched, utterly mystified as he wet a bit of tissue with the disinfectant and thoroughly wiped every centimeter of the thin steel rod. Then he put another glob of lube in his fingers and carefully began rubbing my cock. I moaned, it felt so good; he was carefully lubricating the swollen throbbing head of my cock and especially the slit. I had closed my eyes with how good it felt, then his hand moved away and when I opened his eyes he was smearing more lube on the metal rod, and it finally struck me (in a vague sort of way) what that thing was, and more importantly, where it was going.

I let out a muffled shriek and started squirming back and forth, regarding the steel rod with eyes that were wide and almost rolling with fear.

Master put one damp hand firmly on my taut abdomen and I relaxed slightly, but still let out a few frantic moans.

“Shh Simon. This is called sounding, and it feels very… arousing. You need to hold perfectly still, this rod is blunted but if you struggle while it’s in you, you could tear the walls of your urethra.”

I instantaneously stopped struggling, but my body was beaded with sweat and I was moaning and trembling with fear. He carefully lined the slicked rod up with my cock, holding and kneading my cock in his hand. I felt the cold bead of the steel at my entrance, and then it slid in, looking as smooth as a hot needle into butter.

Let me tell you something, it did not FEEL smooth. It felt like someone was slipping a fat sliver of ice into my urethra. Sweat ran in rivulets down my torso and face and I could see beads of sweat on my inner thighs. My entire body was breaking out into a cold sweat and I was panting and sobbing. The rod kept going in, all eight inches of it until the handle was resting against the tip of my cock. I could feel all eight inches of it, including the three inches or so that were buried inside my body. I was so close to passing out from the sheer icy shock of that thin rod.

I let out three quick breathless shrieks as Master slowly twirled the rod inside of me. It had this amazing icy stretching sensation that had me feeling as cold and sweaty and limp as a jellyfish. I was so close to coming.

Sweat blinded me as he began to pull out ever-so-slowly. If the coldness of the rod’s entry had been uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to its withdrawal. I wailed into the rubber gag as it made an electric sucking feeling. He pulled and pulled and my cry was drawn out into a breathless shriek.

When about an inch of the rod was still inside of me, I felt my ball sac draw up despite that gauze that was still around it, creating an amazing drawn-out orgasm. My climax was so strong that my vision grayed out briefly. When I opened my eyes I saw Master looking down at me, slightly amused. My torso was splattered with a single long rope of come and more was dribbled down around my smooth groin and belly.

He started cleanup while I rested on the bed, panting for air and enjoying the smooth aftershocks of my climax. I watched him work, and I watched the delicious bulge in his crotch.

First he drew the disinfectant-soaked paper over the sounding rod before putting it back in its case and back into kütahya escort the chest. Then he cut off the gauze on my sensitive sac and threw the sweat-soaked scrap of cloth away and fondling my balls gently. He removed the spreader bar and the gag, and untied me last of all.

I mewed softly with pleasure as he fondled my sweat-soaked hair. “Go to the bathroom and take a shower, I just have a few more things to straiten up.”

I crawled down to the floor, but paused before going. I wanted to ask him so badly, but I was afraid of being punished, and even worse, I was shy.

I swallowed hard and tugged on his pants leg. He glanced down as if mildly surprised that I was still here.

“M-Master? C-Can I ask y-you something?”

He began to reach for the whip; which always hung on the wall for easy reach, but then he shrugged. “Yes Simon?”

I looked down at his shiny black shoes. “You…y-y-you d-d-d-didn’t g-g-get…I m-mean…” I was stammering so hard and blushing so deep that I finally just reached up and touched his slightly softened erection through his pants. “CanIhelpyouwiththispleaseMaster?” I mumbled in a timid little voice.

He laughed, and it was a warm rich sound that leached the tension from my shoulders. “I guess I need to teach you how to be a little more articulate.” He chuckled. Go to the bathroom and take your shower Simon, you can take care of me there.

This was the first time he had let me go to the bathroom by myself. I pissed and then ran the shower hot. I didn’t touch the soap yet. I was harboring a foolish little hope that he would maybe wash me, like he had done on the first night.

He entered the room already naked. I let out a dry little squeak as he edged into the shower, his semi-erect cock swinging in front of him from his trimmed patch of pubic hair. He picked up the bar of soap.

“I’ll clean you and you can clean me.”

This was definitely not what Masters and their Fish did. I knew that much at least. Master was breaking the rules though. I let him thoroughly clean my body, his soapy hand touch my smooth skin. The water pounded our bodies. By the time he soaped my sore buttocks my aching cock was erect again. He smiled.

“Looks like someone is still feeling perky.”

I felt my breath escape me in a little squeak as he tapped the head of my cock with his thumb to watch it bob up and down, flicking us both with water.

I took the white cake of soap from his hand and he turned around, exposing his back to me. A long tanned V with well-defined muscles and lean hips and the paler outline of his little swimsuit. His buttocks were muscular and firm. I soaped up his back, touching the tanned skin with my pale wrinkled fingertips. I paid special attention to the hair under his arms, and then I shyly soaped the firm globes of his ass.

He turned around and I felt his eyes on me as I tangled my hands in the gorgeous pelt of fur on his chest. I felt like my face could have lit up a dark room and my lips were slightly parted as I panted and the water pelted us both.

Then I dropped to my knees, and I couldn’t help it anymore. I gently washed his throbbing cock with the bar of soap, carefully sudsing his tangled hair. When I had washed out every bubble and scrap of soap I lifted his cock and licked his balls. They were heavy and warm and fuzzy with hair. I rubbed my smooth cheek against them. It made me so happy, to be so submissive. It gave me a kind of thrill that nothing else could.

I covered his throbbing dick with small kisses before sucking on it. I had enjoyed sucking on the rubber cock, but the real thing was a hundred times better.

He was panting hoarsely and burying his fingers in my wet hair. “Touch yourself Simon.”

I did. I moved my hand so rapidly over my urgent cock that it looked like a blur, but firstly I focused on my Master’s pleasure. I lunged on him, and once his huge cock was stretching my throat I gagged and swallowed, massaging him.

“Fuck.” He growled. I whimpered with joy as hot spurts of his strong-tasting semen filled my mouth. I held his taste in my mouth and tried to reach an orgasm that was so close on the tail of the first that it seemed unattainable.

He knelt, and I saw that his eyes were brown; I had never been able to quite see their color. The irises were brown, but in his left eye there was a spoke of electric blue that extended from the pupil to the white of his eye. A sliver of ice that broke up the darkness.

“Come for me Simon.”

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those beautiful dark eyes. When I came it felt like a hand was ripping my genitals from my body and I shrieked. As my vision blurred I saw that streak of icy blue become a twinkle, before closing my eyes groggily.

I was only out for about thirty seconds. He was drying me off, and his eyes were deeply shadowed again and I couldn’t see that blue twinkle no matter how much I peered and squinted.

“We are going out for your malatya escort tanning session now.”

I stopped searching for that elusive twinkle. Maybe it had just been my imagination.

“Yes Master.”

Today the sky was thinly veiled with curtains of wispy cirrus clouds. The sun was strong however, and the line of submissives was out there, turning their bodies at every chime of the timer. Their ranks were severely diminished by the Auction. I could only see four Fish by the pool. The Asian girl I had flown in with, Carina, a lean girl with long brown hair in a braid that reached her waist, and the muscular young man I had seen yesterday.

I was seeing something that gave me the absurd urge to giggle. I couldn’t help it. The young man I had seen yesterday was standing up, and he looked like a contestant for a body-building contest. He was taller then Master Anthony and far more muscular, and he should have had everyone nervous. But he was following his mistress, a tiny birdlike woman who probably weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She was holding a thin leather leash and he had a collar around his neck that was studded with rhinestones.

The most hilarious thing was just the serious subservient expression on his face. A giggle did slip out as we came into the pool area and I saw him solemnly drop to his knees in front of her, still at eye level with her chin.

“Hush Simon.” Master growled and he gave me a little smack on the shoulder with the whip. I smothered my giggles, but it was very hard.

“You do not have to come, but I want you to go over there and ask Mistress Kasha if there is anything you can do with her Fish.”

“Yes Master.” I murmured as he unclipped my leash.

I crawled over, and even though my cock was limp and lifeless and my balls were empty, I was kind of looking forward to this. This Fish had a very large muscular body and a very thick package distending the tight little swimsuit he wore. I just wanted the chance to touch him. He seemed almost god-like.

He saw me, and his pale eyes glittered in that serious stony face, but Mistress Kasha didn’t. I tugged lightly on the hem of her black uniform skirt, it was very hot today but it didn’t look like she was sweating at all. She looked down at me sharply and I looked down at the concrete.

“Master Anthony wanted to see if there was anything that I could do for your Fish Mistress.” I spoke quietly, focusing on her flat black shoes.

I looked back up at her while she was talking, and she had a glitter in her pale green eyes. “Yes there is. Dirk? You’ve been a good boy and I think you deserve a little reward. Use this little boy however you wish, besides in the ass, Master Anthony wants to keep this little sweetling a virgin.”

His voice was very deep, almost as deep as James Earl Jones. “Yes Mistress Kasha.”

He looked me over, and I saw his lip curl a little with distaste. He was strait, or at least he had started out strait. His mistress was smirking, and I had the feeling that I was more of a punishment then a reward.

I felt so small compared to him, and he probably outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, though I had the sneaking suspicion that he was at least twice my weight, and probably more. Not an ounce of that was fat.

“Dirk?”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously in his handsome face. “Yes?”

My mouth was dry. “May I touch you?”

He looked a little startled, then cautiously smug. “Yeah, I just came back from a workout, so maybe you can clean me off.”

I swallowed hard and I saw the clear outline of his heavy cock as it twitched slightly. “Yes Sir.” I whispered breathlessly.

I crawled over; his chiseled body was gleaming with sweat. I touched my tongue to the smooth flat plane of his left pectoral and lapped up the sheen of sweat. I got to work, studiously cleaning the clean sweat from his body, and strait or not, Dirk had quite the boner by the time I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his Speedo. I darted my tongue into his navel and I felt his muscles tense briefly in a beautiful motion.

I watched it being unveiled. For either aesthetics or punishment, he had been waxed smooth except for a tuft above his cock, and his remaining pubic hair had been trimmed close and was shaped like a heart. I saw a thick meaty base, as thick as my forearm. I went lower and lower, pleased by how long it took for me to get to the end.

Dirk’s cock was perfectly strait and tapered. The base was very thick, but near the tip his head was only slightly larger then my own cockhead. It was longer then my Master’s cock, but I still knew what I preferred. His short pubic hair was still matted with jock-sweat.

“Gotta make sure to clean this part very well.” I whispered, trying to be cheeky but just sounding a little out of breath. Then I buried my face in his crotch.

His voice had been so deep, so it was surprising when he let out a gasping little cry when I took his fat tapered cock into my mouth. His cock hardened very quickly in my mouth, but it was still very easy too deep-throat because it was thinner near the end.

Then Mistress Kasha’s voice cut through my trance. “That’s quite enough Simon, you can go back to your Master now.”

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Becky Martin had just celebrated her first year as a Jefferson County Sheriff’s Deputy. She was a 24 year old college graduate who decided to take police officer training after college and become a law enforcement officer. She knew that her diminutive size might be a problem, but when the sheriff’s office contacted her during the first week after her graduation, they said she just made it at 5’2″ tall and 110 pounds. Becky was pretty dishwater blond.

She was on patrol in the small village of Clancy, New Hampshire when she received the 211 call indicating a robbery in progress and the First Community Bank just two blocks from her. Becky rolled up in front of the bank, jumped from her car and leveled her service revolver at the door. Unfortunately for her, the getaway van was parked on the other side of the street behind her, and the getaway driver saw Becky pull up. Cherry grabbed a wrench from under her seat, got out of the van and quietly ran behind Becky and knocked her out.

She dragged her back to the van and threw her unconscious body in the back just as the other three members of the gang rushed from the bank and over to the van. They jumped in, and as the van started to pull away, Imani said, “Who the fuck is this?”

Cherry said, “This was the bitch that was gonna smoke your ass when you ran from the bank.”

Angel said, “Good thinking Cherry. Now we got ourselves a bargaining chip if we get pulled over.”

Angel and Raelyn flipped the small white deputy over and removed her utility belt, blouse and pants, and took her handcuffs. They cuffed Becky’s hands behind her back. The van left New Hampshire, crossed Vermont and spent the night near Albany, New York. The women took a large room in a country motel. While Raelyn went for food, Angel counted the money from the robbery and Imani and Cherry sat smoking cigarettes and watching television. When Becky woke up, she found herself zip tied and cuffed to a bed wearing just her underwear. She looked around the room and saw three huge black women. “Holy shit,” she thought, “These Amazons must all be six feet tall, and there’s not one of them under 200 pounds.”

Just then the door opened and Raelyn came in carrying food. “Damn,” thought Becky. “Another big black Amazon.”

“Did anyone give you any notice Raelyn,” Angel asked. “Naw,” she said. “It’s cool.”

“Hey look,” Cherry said. “The little white bitch just woke up. Have a nice sleep, bitch?”

“Wh-who are you? And what do you want?” Becky asked.

“Well Deputy Becky Martin,” Angel said, “we made an unauthorized withdrawal from a bank and you just happened to show up at an inopportune time, so now you’re escorting us to safety. Got it?”

Becky pleaded, “Please let me go. You can get a good head start and just leave me tied here. I won’t tell.”

They laughed at her. “Well at least tell me what you want me for.” She said. “You’ve gotten away so you don’t need a hostage anymore.”

Becky felt uncomfortable with them knowing who she was, and since none of them made any effort to conceal their faces, she was also uncomfortable about their future plans for her. Raelyn put the food down, walked over to Becky and ran her hand lightly up her leg stopping just before she reached her pussy. Then she ran her hand up her other leg and stopped before reaching her pussy. She smiled as she saw Becky shiver and her nipples get hard. She said, “This is a cute little white bitch. Can I have her?” The other women laughed and Becky shivered again. Raelyn looked about six feet tall and about 225 pounds, most of which was muscle. She knew that Raelyn could easily break her in half.

Angel said, “You can have her when we don’t need her anymore.”

Raelyn gave Becky an evil grin. “Ya hear that bitch? You’ll soon be mine.” She turned to Angel, “Let me take her underwear off.” Imani laughed and said, “Let her do it, Angel. You know she’ll keep annoying us until you do.”

“Alright,” Angel said. “You can play with her, but don’t untie her and if she gets too loud, you have to stop. First, give her something to eat.”

They unfastened one of Becky’s hands so she could eat and drink a bottle of water. When she kütahya escort was finished, Raelyn cuffed her hands again and pulled out a big switchblade knife. She gave Becky another evil grin and said, “Now lay still, bitch, or I might cut you.” She leaned over and slid the cold blade up Becky’s right leg and inside her panties and then lifted the blade. It easily cut through the light fabric. She did the same to her left leg and as she was removing her panties, she noticed they were sopping wet. “Look at this,” she laughed. “The little slut’s leaking like a sieve.” Next she cut both straps of her bra and then cut between Becky’s breasts. When she lifted the bra, Becky’s nipples were standing straight up.

“P-please d-don’t hurt m-me.” Becky cried.

“I’m not gonna hurt ya,” Raelyn smirked. “I’m gonna play with ya.” The other women had all stopped what they were doing to watch Raelyn’s seduction of this white deputy. Raelyn looked at the others and said, “Watch how fast I make this little bitch cum.” She turned the knife around and ran the handle between Becky’s breasts and then around each nipple. Becky couldn’t understand why her body was starting to react to Raelyn’s touch. The handle was then slowly moved up Becky’s leg until it reached her pussy. Raelyn moved it slowly around her wet pussy. While Becky was looking down at the knife, Raelyn looked at her friends and winked. They all knew what was next.

Raelyn shifted slightly on the bed and slowly moved the knife one last time across Becky’s clit before she jerked the knife away and rammed two fingers up Becky’s cunt. “AAaargggh! Ah fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Aargh!” Becky screamed as she came and thrashed all over the bed. The four women laughed at her. Imani said, “34 seconds. Horny little slut.” Raelyn leaned over the deputy and lightly put her lips on Becky’s lips. She slid her tongue into Becky’s mouth and was greeted with the white woman’s tongue. They kissed for a few seconds and then Raelyn sat up and said, “This is probably the quickest I’ve ever made one of these young white bitches cum. I’m really gonna like this here little slut.” She smiled down at Becky who was still recovering from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

The women talked about the spreading manhunt, or cunthunt as they called it, for the young white deputy that was being trained by Raelyn.

The next morning, they gave Becky one of Imani’s old blouses to wear when they left. It was way too big and it came down almost to her knees. They ate carry out in the room and then all got back in the van. Becky was cuffed to the seat. They drove all day, and eventually, Becky fell asleep with her head on Raelyn’s shoulder. Raelyn smiled down at her little slut.

That night they stopped in a small town in Indiana. Becky had been studying the group all day as they interacted with each other. Angel was obviously in charge. She was about 5’10” tall with very short graying hair. She was probably about 50. Imani, who looked about 40 years old, was the biggest Amazon of all. She must have been 6’4″ and 275 pounds. Raelyn was 6′ tall and maybe 225 and was the youngest at 18 or 19. And Cherry was just over six feet tall and tipped the scales at least 200. She looked to be about 60 years old.

After they checked in to their room for the night, Angel and Imani disappeared for a few hours to go do a B%E. While they were gone, Cherry went to pick up food, and Raelyn suggested she take her time. So that she could take the opportunity to work on Deputy Martin. She shaved the deputy’s pussy and then spent 10 minutes with her face buried between her legs. Becky tried to fight her off, but it was impossible. She was outweighed and she was handcuffed. She came twice while her pussy was being eaten by the young black girl

Then Raelyn finger fucked her to another three orgasms while kissing her. Becky was so turned on that she was aggressively kissing the big black woman back. Raelyn lifted up and looked into Becky’s eyes and said, “I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to lick my pussy while I finger yours. Any questions, slut?”

Becky pleaded, “Please don’t do this. Please let me go.”

Raelyn malatya escort laughed and dropped her pants. She climbed on to the bed and lowered her huge crotch onto Becky’s face. Becky couldn’t stand the smell and almost threw up. She felt Raelyn’s fingers go in to her pussy and begin pumping. Raelyn took Becky right to the edge of an orgasm and then stopped. “Do you want to cum, slut?” She asked.

“Um, uh, y-yes.” Becky moaned.

“Then start licking my pussy, slut.”

Becky slowly pushed her tongue into the young girl’s pussy and began licking. Almost immediately Raelyn started her fingers moving again in Becky’s pussy. Becky had a mind blowing orgasm immediately, but she kept licking and sucking Raelyn’s pussy until the big black woman came a few minutes later and drenched Becky’s face with her cum. When Raelyn stood up, Becky was still trembling, and said, “Oh my God. That felt wonderful. I don’t remember ever coming that hard.”

Raelyn smiled knowingly at her and said, “And we’ll have lots more before we get to our destination.”

Becky smiled and said, “I don’t know if I can take many more like that. That was awesome!”

Raelyn smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll just keep you around when we get where we’re going.”

“You-you c-can’t. I have to get back to my job. I have a boyfriend who is probably worried about me.”

Raelyn asked, “Do you cum like that with him, Becky?”

She looked down at her feet and shook her head no.

“Is he a good kisser?”

Becky said, “He’s OK.”

Raelyn leaned over Becky and said, “Is he this good?” She captured Becky’s lips with her own and pushed her tongue into Becky’s mouth. Becky pushed her own tongue into Raelyn’s mouth. After a lengthy kiss, followed by two more, Raelyn asked, “Well, is he?” Becky sadly shook her head no.”

Raelyn began pinching Becky’s hard nipples and squeezing her beasts. Becky climaxed almost immediately. “Does he do this?” Raelyn whispered. Becky whimpered and shook her head no. “Then why do you need to go back to him?” Becky’s mind was confused. She had never kissed a woman, and today, she not only kissed one, she also ate pussy for the first time. This woman turned her on more than Rick ever did. But it just didn’t seem right.

Raelyn pulled back and said, “Wouldn’t you like to belong to someone who can make you cum like I can? Wouldn’t you like to belong to me?”

Becky was squirming on the bed under Raelyn’s intense gaze. She loved how Raelyn could make her cum at will, but she wasn’t a lesbo. She had a boyfriend. This just isn’t right. Raelyn could see that Becky’s thought process was steering her in the wrong direction so she leaned over and gently kissed her again. When she pulled back and while Becky was still in somewhat of a daze, Raelyn unfastened her handcuffs. Raelyn knew that this would be a test for Becky.

Raelyn quickly leaned in and put two fingers into Becky’s pussy and began tweaking her nipples. Becky moaned and was on the verge of coming. Raelyn shoved a third finger into her and she came immediately. She continued working on the deputy’s pussy and breasts and when she noticed that she was approaching another climax, she stopped and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to be my little slut?”

Becky was disappointed that Raelyn stopped pumping her fingers in her pussy and tried to hump her hand with her pussy. Raelyn whispered, “Answer me, Becky and then you can cum.” Becky continued to try to hump the big girl’s hand, but couldn’t get herself off. Raelyn pumped her pussy two times and tweaked her nipples hard. “Uughnn, please let me cum,” Becky pleaded. Her job and her boyfriend were the furthest thing from her mind.

Raelyn pumped once more and then whispered, “Tell me you want to be my slut, Becky.”

“N-n-no. P-please. Uuunngh! Oh, please let me cum,” she begged.

Raelyn smiled and pumped her pussy and tweaked her nipple one more time. “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“I-I-I w-want to c-cum. Please.”

“And what else, my little slut.”

“I-I-I w-want to b-be y-yo . . . Oh! Please let me cum.”

Raelyn pumped and tweaked again. She whispered, “You know you want it. All manisa escort you have to do is tell me.” Neither of them heard Angel and Imani enter the room.

“I-I-I d-do w-want it, “Becky moaned.

Raelyn smiled down at her and pumped her again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want you Raelyn. I w-want to be your slut.”

Raelyn smiled in triumph and shoved two more fingers into Becky’s pussy and started pumping. Becky came immediately as Angela laughed, “I believe that’s the quickest you’ve ever converted one of you britches, Raelyn.”

As Raelyn pumped her hand into Becky’s pussy, Becky threw her arms around Raelyn’s neck and moaned, “Aaaah! Oh shit! Aaaarrrgggh! Oh! Fuck me Raelyn! Aarg! Fuck your slut.” Raelyn wanted to give her little slut something to remember so she decided to work on her until she passes out. It took almost thirty minutes of steadily pounding her pussy and twisting her nipples. Becky was thrashing and moaning like a whore. She cried and begged Raelyn to never leave her. She said she would be Raelyn’s slut forever.

After she passed out, Angel asked what Raelyn planned to do with her when they reached Oregon. “We can’t take her to our house. She’s a cop.”

Raelyn said, “Let me worry about that when we get there. In the meantime, we still have a few more days to get there. Let me work my magic on my new bitch.”

Before they left the next morning, Raelyn went out and bought a short tight summer dress for her bitch. After breakfast they let Becky shower and put her new dress on. The dress had ten buttons in the front. When Becky came out of the bathroom, she had eight buttons fastened. Raelyn walked over to her and said, “My slut has to look like a slut,” as she unbuttoned all but the middle three buttons. “That’s better. Are you OK with that, slut?”

Becky looked up at her and smiled. “Yes Maam. If that’s how you want me to wear it, then that’s how I’ll wear it.”

Raelyn smiled and said, “If you’re a good girl, then tonight I’ll let you lick my pussy and ass hole.”

The women took some of their cash and bought a van, loaded their stuff and headed west. Becky rode the whole way snuggled next to Raelyn who had her arm around her slut.

That night, Raelyn told Angel to get her a separate room because she had plans for her little slut. She told her that she wanted to test her. Raelyn had Angel tie her naked and spread eagled on the bed while Becky was still sleeping in the van. She told the other women to leave a note on Becky about which room Raelyn was in and then go into their rooms and watch her to see if she tries to run when she wakes up or when she goes into the room and finds Raelyn tied up. Imani bet Raelyn $50 that they would have to chase her down, but Raelyn was confident that Becky was hers.

A half hour after Angel tied Raelyn, Becky woke up and climbed out of the van. She looked round and the other women were ready to go after her if she ran. She walked over and entered Raelyn’s room. Becky got a look of panic on her face and ran to Raelyn saying, “What happened? Are you OK?” She quickly untied her and fell into her arms.

Raelyn smiled and looked at the older white girl and asked, “Who do you belong to Becky?”

“I belong to you Raelyn.” She buried her face between Raelyn’s big flabby tits. Raelyn pulled Becky’s head back by her hair and kissed her. Becky’s nipples wer hard and her pussy was soaking wet. When Raelyn finally broke the kiss, Becky looked at her like a wanton whore and begged, “May I please lick you pussy and your ass hole? Please. You told me if I’m good, you would let me. And I tried to be good.”

Raelyn laughed and said, “Get on the bed, slut. Lie on your back and get ready to lick your mistress’ ass.” Becky smiled a big smile and asked, “Are you my mistress, Raelyn?”

Raelyn said, “Yes, I’m your mistress and you’re my slut. Any questions?”

Becky said, “No Maam. I like it. Can I please lick your pussy?”

Becky licked her mistress from top to bottom that night. She spent extra time on her pussy and ass hole, driving her tongue deep into her mistress’ hole. As she licked and sucked, she would sometimes whisper things like, “I love to lick your black ass, mistress.;” or “Please let me be your slut forever, mistress;” or “I think I love you, mistress.”

Raelyn smiled and thought of the many things that she had planned for her little white slut when they made it home.

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As I write this, I’m trying to remember what thoughts went through my mind as I walked out of Mary’s parents’ house on that hot and humid August evening. I had gone to the house earlier in the evening to tutor my girlfriend’s younger brother while she was at her class at the local college. Mark and I had finished our math work, and I was hanging around waiting for the time to go pick up Mary at the college. I began thinking about making love to Mary. Mark had left the room, and returned wearing Mary’s miniskirt and blouse, with his blond hair tucked behind his ears, just like Mary wore her hair, and with her makeup on his eyes and lips. The resemblance was stunning, and when he had asked me what I would do if it were Mary standing in front of me, I hadn’t hesitated. I kissed him, and asked him to undress for me. When I saw him wearing the black thong bikini that I had given Mary earlier that summer, smiling Mary’s irresistible smile, I was lost. We made love on the couch. I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, then, as I masturbated in front of him, Mark had kissed me, and I came as his finger fucked my ass, just as Mary had fingered my ass many times that summer. As I left the house, hurrying to meet Mary at the college, Mark whispered to me, “Next time, I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister.”

So, I ask myself now, three years later, what was I thinking as I left the house and walked to my car, on my way to meet Mary, the taste of her brother’s cock on my lips? In truth, I don’t remember thinking about much at all except that I was going to be late to meet Mary. In retrospect, that seems extraordinary: I had just had sex with her brother; it was the first time I had ever had sex with another man; and such wonderful sex it was. I was in some sort of shock, I suppose, for the enormity of what I had done didn’t register in my conscious thoughts.

I drove to the college. Mary was waiting outside, talking with a girlfriend. As I arrived, she ran down the stairs and got into the car. She leaned over and kissed me then smiled her sweet smile at me.

“Hi baby,” I said. “How was class?”

“O.k.,” she answered. I got through the boring bits by thinking about fucking you tonight.”

As I drove, I glanced over at Mary. She was wearing a white t-shirt, and short blue running shorts. mardin escort I took in her legs, and her slim body, and her pretty face. I smiled back.

“Strange. I’ve been thinking about the same thing,” I said.

“So you must be as horny as me,” she said. Her hand reached out to my leg and her fingers slid up into my shorts and held my cock. We drove the few minutes back to her house with my cock hard in her hand.

As we went in the house, I momentarily expected to see Mark still stretched out on the couch with Mary’s bikini panties around his ankles, and his cock still glistening from the cum I had sucked from it. But the house was dark. “Look’s like Mark’s gone out,” Mary said.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Undress,” she said.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and slid down my shorts. My cock pointed up toward her, inviting her to reach out and hold it in her hand. “Your turn,” I said.

Mary lifted off her t-shirt, showing me her tiny breasts. Then, as she always did, she turned away from me and slowly pulled her shorts and panties down over her beautiful ass. I stepped behind her, and slid my cock in the crack of her ass, and reached around her to hold her breasts. I kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulders. “Kneel on the bed, baby,” I said, “I want to fuck you.”

“Not tonight,” she replied. “The house is empty. We can fuck wherever we want. I want to fuck you by the pool.”

She stepped away from me, and opened the draw where she kept her swimsuits. There, on the top of the pile, was the black bikini I had stripped from her brother’s body earlier that evening. She pulled on the thong panties, and handed me my shorts. I put them back on and she took my hand, leading me through the house to the pool. She turned off the lights on the deck by the pool, and in the darkness arranged some cushions on a poolside chair. She pulled down my shorts, and whispered, “Sit down.” Mary climbed on the chair, facing me, her legs spread either side of mine. With one hand she held my hard cock, and with other pulled her thong to one side. She guided my cock into her pussy and lowered herself on me, her breasts against my chest, her mouth seeking mine.

I sat back in the chair as Mary fucked me, her marmaris escort body moving rhythmically up and down on my cock. She sighed softly with the rhythm of her movements. My hands moved over her legs, her back, her ass. I fingered her ass gently, pushing against her as she sat down on my cock, withdrawing my finger as she pushed up.

“Hmmm,” she sighed, “I’ve been waiting all summer to fuck you out here. I sometimes come out here after my parents go to bed, and masturbate. I imagine that someone is looking and watching me, and I spread my legs wider so he can see my fingers in my pussy.”

Mary’s words caused my cock to jump as though a shock had gone through it. She had never before told me about her fantasies. I pictured her sitting in the dark playing with herself.

“May be someone’s there now,” I said, “stroking his cock as he watches us fuck.”

She moaned. “Yes,” she said. “Tell me more about this guy.”

“He’s wearing only shorts, which he’s pulled down below his cock. He’s about my build — maybe a little slimmer — with long blond hair. He’s standing rubbing his hard cock with his right hand, staring at your back as he plays with himself.”

Mary moaned, and her movements became faster. “What more does he do?”

“He’s sliding off his shorts. He’s now completely naked. He’s stepping out of the shadow towards us.”

“Tell me about his cock,” she panted. “Describe it for me.”

“It’s big, bigger than mine. It’s very hard and straight, and it’s glistening. It’s very pretty. He’s stroking it as he walks towards us.”

“What’s he going to do?”

“He’s standing right behind you now, looking at your ass as it moves up and down. He’s holding his cock towards your ass. He’s going to fuck your ass as I fuck your pussy.”

As I spoke, I put my finger deep inside Mary’s ass, and felt her clench against it. At once, she came with a huge crash, her whole body tightening as she thrust hard against my cock and my finger. Her spasms brought on my orgasm as I imagined watching the guy with the big cock fucking her. We both cried out loudly as the pleasure washed over us.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and she collapsed on my chest. I held her to me, and stroked her hair. I didn’t speak. I was thinking how I had described the guy watching nevşehir escort us, and how excited that had made her. I wondered whether she had noticed how excited it had made me.

After several minutes, I spoke. “I like hearing your fantasies. I’d like to hear more.”

“Are you sure”, she replied, “Fantasies can be dangerous things.”

“What do you mean?,” I asked, although I thought I knew what she meant.

“Fantasies reveal your real desires. It’s not easy to face up to your real desires. And it’s not easy for those you love to know about them.”

I thought about her choice of words — “those you love.” As I was thinking about what she might mean, Mary sat up and looked at me. Her expression was serious, and for the first time since I had met her I sensed a sadness in her. But then she smiled her brilliant smile, and leaned over and kissed me. “Tell me against how big his cock was,” she said.

“Soooo big,” I laughed, holding my hands wide to show the unnatural size of our imaginary lover.

“Wow,” she said, “too big for us to handle!”

We stood up, and went back into the house. In her bedroom, Mary stripped off her black bikini panties and handed them to me. I put them to my face and smelled her on them. “Keep them tonight,” she said. “Put them under your pillow so you dream of me all night.”

I took them. I kissed her goodnight, and left her bedroom. I walked down the corridor towards the front door. As I passed Mark’s room I noticed the door was ajar. I walked past, heading to the front door and my car. As I reached the front door, I stopped. I turned back, and walked to his door. I pushed it open. The room was dark, but I could see Mark was there in bed. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. “Hi,” I said, quietly. “Hi,” he replied. I pulled back the sheet covering his body. He was naked, except for some black panties. My hand reached inside his panties for his cock. There, in the dark, I masturbated him, my lips on his. He came quickly, his cum spurting over his panties. I took his cock in my mouth as it softened, tasting his cum, then kissed him again. I pulled down Mark’s cum-soaked panties and put them in my pocket next to his sister’s.

“I watched you fucking Mary,” he said. “I want you to fuck me like that.”

“I will,” I said.

“When?”

“Soon. Sweet dreams, baby.”

I left his room and let myself out of the house. I drove home thinking Mark’s cock in the cute black panties, and about the guy with the big cock fucking Mary’ ass as I held her in my arms.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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It was a typical hot day in Texas and a Saturday to boot. I was up just before the sun, drinking coffee, when I received a text from one of our daughter’s older friend.

“Are you up?” the text read.

I replied “yes” and took a sip of hot coffee.

“Are y’all going swimming in your pool today?” to which I replied yes and invited her to join us. She said she had a birthday party to go to but she might stop by after, if we were still in the pool.

All of my daughter’s friends love coming to our house on Saturday. We would let them all come and we would cook out and sit around and drink. Being that everyone was of legal age, there was no problem. We had one rule, you drink, you stay overnight. No one had issues with that and would gladly hand over their keys as they walked in the door.

When the girls first start coming to the house, they would knock at the door and wait. I would tell them to just come in, you are family and family doesn’t knock around here. The girls who had been around a while would usually answer the door and laugh as they said “girl, if you are going to keep coming here, you gotta quite knocking. This is like your home, just come in,”

So, this friend, Kylie, she is 5 ft 6in tall, hair to the middle of her back and dishwater blonde. She’s athletic and has a 34 25 36,figure, a good C cup, and the most captivating green eyes I have ever seen. Her smile is infectious, one of those girls that guys just can’t get enough of when she is around. Loves to hunt, wrestle and looks like a model when she is dressed up.

I am Dan, a 51 year old senior executive at a large corporation and I work out almost daily so I can stay in great shape. My wife, Stacy, is 53, 5 ft 3 in, 115 pounds, light brown hair to her shoulder blades, and the body of a 28 year old, 36 25 36 and a full B cup. She is smoking hot but very quiet.

My daughter, Amber, just turned 21 and still lives at home with us. She attends our local university getting her degree in business so she can go to work with me. She is 5 ft 6 in, long black hair, and a well toned body that she earned working out with me.

After texting a few more times, Kylie was set on coming by and begged me to cook her favorite, baby back ribs. I grinned as I recalled the many times she has eaten at the house and would dare anyone to try and take her ribs. She was hilarious when it came to her food. She could eat with the best of men and she retained that sweet body. I don’t know how she did it.

So as the sun began to rise, I slipped out on the back porch and sat in my favorite lounger while I continued on my, now, second cup of coffee. We live just out of town, on 30 acres, in a house that was custom designed for us. It has 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, hug family room, open kitchen, an in ground pool and surrounding deck with a summer kitchen. This overlooks a long sloping backyard with fence surrounding it to prevent the cattle from getting too close while grazing.

I enjoyed the mornings before the day really gets started. On the weekends, I like to sit outside and drink coffee while totally nude, and feel the breeze and the sun as it rises over the horizon. Around 9, my wife usually joins me with her coffee, wearing her long shirt that is very thin and a thong. My daughter doesn’t get up until someone wakes her, I think she could sleep all day if allowed.

We sat and drank our coffee and I told my wife about the texts from Kylie. She said “you may want to put something on since we don’t know when she will be here.” We are not prudes and certainly not ashamed of our bodies but my wife didn’t want to “cause an issue.”

“I’m going to take a quick swim first, then get something on” I got up, took one last sip of coffee, then walked to the pool and dived in. The water was a bit cool but I acclimated to it quickly. I took in a few laps then walked up the pool steps towards the towel I had brought out with me earlier.

I toweled off and noticed my wife watching me and I smiled saying “like what you see?” She smiled, raised an eyebrow “absolutely.” I grinned and leaned over and kissed her. My wife’s kiss is to die for, she has lips that melt me into a wet puddle.

I had to end our kiss as I was feeling my cock begin to rise. There was lots to do for the day and I had to stay focused. “The things you do to me woman!” I said as I pulled away and went into the house.

As I was walking through the family room, I heard a knock at the front door so I wrapped the towel around my waist and answered it. The door was still locked so I unlocked it and opened the door. Kylie said “what’s with locking your fav outside?” as she came in for our usual huge. Kylie likes to huge, whole body style, she wraps her arms around you then steps in for full frontal contact. While I love this, today was different in that I was semi erect and only wearing a towel.

As she moved in for the huge, she pressed her body into my towel. I know she felt it because I felt her push into niğde escort it a little extra. As we parted, her eyes shot right to my towel and she said “love the towel!” “Thanks but does it make my butt look big?” I jokingly asked as I turned around.

“No but it makes other things big” as her eyes darted to towel front then back up. She grinned big then became flushed as she realized what she just said. She covered her mouth and began to laugh”lim so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

I laughed too so she would not feel too embarrassed as she came into the house. As she recovered from laughter, she said she came by to make sure we knew she was definitely coming by to eat later. I reassured her that we knew and invited her to the back where my wife was still sitting. I told her to go out back and let Stacy know she was here as I went to get some clothes on.

Kylie was wearing a thin, loose fitting tee shirt and a lacy bra under it. Her shorts had about an inch of leg and the front zipper was, maybe, an inch long. I know this because her shirt was tied in a knot on the lower left side. “Does what I have on look okay for a birthday party?” she asked me, holding her arms up. As she did that her shirt rose and her stomach was in clear view up to her naval. She turned in a circle giving me full view. “My mom said these shorts have lines that point to my crotch.”

Looking at her shorts in front, I could see where the material bunched from sitting, giving the effect of lines. “Not really” I told her. “Is the material soft? Is it uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s soft actually” as she put her right thumb in the front of her shorts and pulled out. “Come feel” she said. I walked over to her and put my fingers in the front of her shorts and pressed my thumb against the material. As my thumb slid around the material, my middle finger felt the start of her pussy. My other fingers felt smooth skin.

“How do you think it feels?” She asked as she looked up into my eyes. My middle finger pressed against her slit as my thumb rolled around the material outside. I felt Kylie press her pelvis forward a bit to meet my finger.

I took my other hand and reached for the leg opening. “Feels good so far but can these lines I see now come out if I pull the jet down?” I put my other hand on the material, close to the zipper and as I did, my fingers felt her pussy. I let the tips of my fingers slowly stroke her lips as my thumb stroked the material outside. As my fingers slid down, my middle finger slipped between Kylie’s lips and immediately found her wetness. Her eyes closed as she took a sharp breath. I lingered there for a few seconds then removed both hands. “I think you’ll be okay for the party.”

“Thank you” was all she said.

As Kylie walked towards the back door and I walked towards the bedroom, Kylie said, “Dan. Great towel by the way” and grinned as she looked down again at my increasing erection. I turned toward her, for a better view, and said thanks then turned and walked on.

Kylie went out back, hugged Stacy, then sat and visited for a few minutes while I scrambled to get a pair of shorts on and get back out there before Kylie left. She is my favorite of all Amber’s friends I would have to say. Quickly, I rushed out of the bedroom and headed towards the back when I heard her say goodbye to Stacy as she entered the back door.

“You gone.” I asked.

“Yea, gotta get this birthday thing done so I can get back over here. She said as she hugged me again.

As she hugged me, her body seemed to melt into me and we just stood there for a bit longer than usual. “I love your hugs” I told her.

Kylie let out a soft moan “I love yours too.” She pulled her head from my chest an we looked into each other’s eyes and she tippy toes up and kissed me a quick peck. “Love you but I gotta go” and she started to pull away. I patted her ass as she released me.

Kylie grinned as she turned to walk towards the door. “Nice shorts but I preferred the towel” as she disappeared out the door. My mouth dropped as I took that in. My cock stirred and my mind reeled. I turned and went out back again.

“Did you see Kylie leave.” Stacy asked.

“Yea, I saw her walk out the door” while my mind was thinking other things. At this point, I noticed my wife had removed her shirt and I asked “did you have that on while Kylie was here?”

“No but it’s not like she’s never seen tits before” she said as she stood up. ” I’m going to take a shower, wanna watch or join me?” As she grabbed her discarded shirt and went inside. Teasingly, she paused at the door “I’d better not, I have too much to do for the party” I said. She stuck her pouty lips out then disappeared inside.

I cleaned the pool and started cooking while thinking about all that had happened. My cock was aching to get out of my shorts so I pulled my shorts down and climbed into the pool to finish cleaning it. While I was vacuuming the shallow end with one hand, ordu escort I stroked my cock with my other hand.

I never heard the back door open as my mind was reliving the memory of my conversation as I masturbated in the pool. As I turned towards the house, there sat Kylie on a deck chair watching me. “Ah! You scared the shit out of me!” I said, forgetting I had my cock in my hand and she could see it.

“I guess so, looks like you’ve got your hand full” she said then busted out laughing. I sank in the pool when she reminded me of my situation. “Oh hell no, don’t be all shy now” she said as she stood up “be proud and show it off! That cock looks amazing”

“Can you throw my shorts to me” I asked as I hunkered down to hide myself. I was sure my wife would walk out any minute then I really would have some explaining to do. Kylie pointed to the shorts next to her, shook her head no and motioned me to her with her finger.

“You want them, you come get them” she said with a grin across her face.

“Seriously?” I said as I looked past her towards the back door. “Please give them to me or at least turn around.” I didn’t want Kylie to think I was that easy but I would have gladly gotten out, had my wife not been home.

“Nope, you want them, come get them” and she moved them behind her back. I didn’t think I had much time before Stacy walked out so I stepped up out of the pool, cock hard as a rock, and walked the short length to Where Kylie was sitting. I stopped right in front of her and before I could reach for my shorts, she reached up and took my cock in her hand.

My eyes closed immediately at her touch and I took a deep breath. Kylie started slowly stroking my cock as I closed my eyes and let my head drop back. I suddenly felt a warm wet feeling surround my cock head. I looked down, she had the head of my cock in her mouth. At that point, I didn’t care if my wife walked out or not, I wanted to fill Kylie’s mouth with my cum.

After a few strokes and some serious sucking, she released me and handed my shorts to me “better get these on before we get into trouble.” If she would have given me some time, my fantasy could have come true. Now I’m left with a serious case of blue balls.

I struggled to get my rock hard cock into my shorts but just as soon as I did, Stacy walked out the door. “Hey Kylie, you made it back!” Stacy said as she hugged Kylie, who had stood up just in time.

“Yes ma’am, I didn’t want to miss spending time with y’all” Kylie said as she hugged Stacy in what looked more like an extended embrace. I noticed Kylie’s hand were low enough on Stacy’s back that they appeared to be on her ass. I could be wrong but…

“Dan, you get finished with what you were doing?” Stacy asked as she looked at the bulge in my shorts.

“Enough for now” I stated as I moved to prevent other questions from arising. I walked around the pool to the opposite side to put away the pool vacuum hose. As I was picking up the hose, I watched Stacy and Kylie walk back into the house. Stacy had her arm around Kylie and her hand was resting on Kylie’s hip. As they disappeared into the house, Stacy’s hand dropped to Kylie’s ass.

I hurriedly put away the pool tools and rushed into the house so I didn’t miss anything, only to find Kylie and Stacy wrapped up in a deep passionate kiss. Stacy had her hand on Kylie’s breast and Kylie was hands on with Stacy’s ass. I froze inside the doorway so as not to interrupt the make out session. I eased into the kitchen so that I could watch u detected. They continued to make out for several more minutes before breaking their kiss for Kylie to say “better stop before Dan walks in on us”

I moved back more into the kitchen and pretended to be opening a cabinet, just in case they walked in. As I reached for the cabinet, Kylie walked around the corner and was startled “how long have you been there?”

“Long enough” I said with a smile. She knew what I meant as her face began to turn red. “Impressive is all I have to say.” She gave me a devilish grin as she walked to the fridge and opened it.

I grabbed a glass, then a beer out of the fridge and poured it into the glass. I threw away my bottle and when I turned to grab my beer, Kylie had grabbed it and was taking a drink. “That’ll cost you” I said jokingly.

“And I’m willing to pay that cost” as she winked and handed me my partially drank beer. Her other hand grabbed the front of my shorts and my half erect cock. Kylie released both and turned to leave the kitchen. Stacy joined us in the kitchen about that time and took my beer from me and drank the rest.

“Thanks love” as she finished it, kissed me and patted Kylie’s ass as she went to the fridge and grabbed two more beers. “Kylie, would you like one?” Stacy asked as she showed them to her.

“Yes please” Kylie said as she took one from Stacy, opened it and turned it up. Stacy opened hers and turned it up as well. As she was drinking, Stacy handed me another rize escort unopened beer and winked at me. I opened mine and turned it up as I knew what she meant, we were racing to see who could finish their beer first. I usually win but these two had a head start on me. I quickly turned it up an poured it down my throat.

Just as I was about to finish, Kylie set her empty bottle on the table “Damn, I won!” Then released a burp that would make most men proud. “Sorry” she said after she finished.

I sat mine down second and Stacy followed in a close third. Good thing I had stocked up on beer because Stacy returned to the fridge every time we finished a round. It wasn’t long before they two ladies were a bit buzzed so I hatched a plan. “Okay ladies, lets up the drinking fun just a bit and to prevent us from running out of beer too soon. Let’s turn the drinking into a truth or dare game.”

Kylie and Stacy looked at each other, Stacy bit her lower lip softly “what do you think Kylie?”

“I’m in if you are” she said as she raised an eyebrow then grinned. “Wait, what about eating and Amber?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Okay, let’s cook and eat and we can play as we do both, deal?” I asked, but of course, I had already thought this through. Both agreed and we went outside to the summer kitchen to start cooking. I told Kylie to get Amber, our daughter, up as it was almost 1 and she was still in bed. She agreed, sat her beer down and went to wake sleeping beauty.

Stacy and I started cooking outside and shortly after, Kylie came out and said that Amber was already up and in the shower. Kylie pitched in cooking after retrieving her beer from the inside and we began the game.

“Okay, Kylie, you go first” I said. “Only rule is that after your turn, you drink your beer.”

“Okay, Stacy. Truth or dare?” Kylie asked as she cut up veggies for our meal.

“Let’s get this game going good, dare” Stacy proclaimed.

“Oh, okay then. Stacy, I dare you to kiss me on the lips for 10 seconds.” Kylie said as she watched for Stacy’s reaction. Having several beers in a short amount of time catches up with Stacy quickly and Kylie remembered that.

Stacy paused for a second, cut her eyes at me to which I smiled real big as I continued to cook on the grill, not missing a beat. She then looked over at Kylie, put her cooking spoon down, moved over in front of Kylie and kissed her. As they kissed, Stacy put her hands on either side of Kylie’s face. I could tell they were both into it as their mouths opened and they began to share tongues.

After about 30 seconds and plenty of tongue sharing, Stacy opened her eyes, ended the kiss and said “sorry, I got carried away.” Kylie and I just laughed.

“I know I was getting into it” I said and both ladies burst into laughter.

“Stacy, your turn” Kylie said as she recovered from the kiss and the laughter.

“Kylie, I dare you to kiss Dan on the lips.” Stacy said as she turned up her beer. Kylie looked at Stacy then me as if to make sure we were okay with it. Kylie walked over to me and as I turned, she tippy-toed and gave me a peck.

“What the hell was that!?” Stacy questioned. “I was expecting you’d give, at least, what I gave to you silly”

“Are y’all okay with that?” Kylie asked.

“A dare is a dare, besides, we are all adults here. I’m okay with whatever you want to do at our house Kylie” Stacy said. I was shocked but relieved when she said that.

Kylie said “okay, here goes” and tippy-toed again and kissed me. This time we shared tongues and I let my hands roam to her ass and pulled her into my naked upper body. We kissed for longer than 30 seconds and I got even more erect as we made out right in front of Stacy. After a few minutes of kissing and grinding, we came up for air as Stacy reminded mr that she didn’t like her steak well done or burnt. Kylie laughed as she moved away from me.

Kylie turned up her beer and finished it off. “I’ll get fresh ones for everybody” and disappeared into the house. She was gone for an extended time and Stacy commented on how hot that kiss between us was and how horny it made her. When Kylie returned, she had changed into her very small bikini and was carrying our beers. Kylie’s bikini was a white two piece thong and the top had just enough material to cover her areoles. The top tied around her neck and behind her back while the bottoms had a string that disappeared into the tanned crack of that cute ass..

“Shit” Stacy said. “I’m way overdressed for this party” and went in to change. Kylie sat Stacy’s beer on the table by the cooking area and handed mine to me. She took a drink as I looked her perfect body was on display right in front of me. Stacy returned shortly after departing wearing her thong bottoms which barely covered the slit in her bald pussy. She wore her sheer white, cut off shirt that stopped about an inch below her nipples.

“Damn that’s a hot top” Kylie commented. “Where did you find that?”

“I bought it on our last trip to the Bahamas. Remember, that was the trip we asked you to go on and you couldn’t. All I can say is, looking at this top, can you imagine what all you missed!?” Stacy said as she turned around as if to model for us.

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It had been a very rough year for Penny. A divorce eight months ago and then she lost her job three months ago. She had just finished another job interview and was turned down again. She even dressed a little sexier this time as she wore her black stockings and a little shorter black skirt and tighter black top. She was beginning to get really depressed as if she didn’t find a job soon she would be evicted from her apartment. The beautiful thirty year old needed a drink and stopped at the local bar down her street.

When she sat at the bar she could feel eyes throughout the room staring at her but all she wanted now was a drink. A lot of them. She downed five quick shots of tequilla and was beginning to feel a lot better and relaxed. She looked across the bar and her eyes met the gaze of a handsome man sitting by himself at the other end of the bar. After a few moments the man began to approach her. She was nervous as since the divorce she had sworn off all men but found herself attracted to this man.

“Thirsty, are we?” The man asked her.

“Hard day. Needed a little escape.” She replied.

“My name is Joe.”

“I am Penny.”

“Pleased to meet you Penny. May I buy you another?”

“You can buy me as many as you want.”

So Joe bought her several more as they sat getting to know each other. Penny had told him everything that had occurred over the last eight months and Joe was a good listener. They were really getting along and Joe was constantly touching Penny on her knee and occasionally felt her thigh. She loved it as she hadn’t had a man touch her in a long time.

“Would you care to dance, Penny?”

“Yes.” She answered.

So the two went out to the dance floor just as a slow song began playing. Penny held Joe close as she felt his hands work his way up and down her back. She was pleasantly surprised when he began to gently kiss her and she couldn’t help herself and began to kiss him back. His hands still exploring her and making their way to caress her firm ass. She could tell he wanted her as she could feel his cock harden against her body. She wanted him, too.

When the song was over they returned to the bar and they were quiet as they both felt the sexual tension between them. Finally, Joe asked.

“Would you like to go outside and get some fresh air?”

Penny had no objection as they went outside where the bar had a deck. When they made it outside they were the only ones there. It was getting late and the evening was getting cooler but they didn’t care. Joe took Penny by the hand and they walked towards the end of the deck where they would have some privacy. When they got there Joe grabbed Penny and gave her a long hard kiss and Penny let his hands explore her breasts and her ass and anything he could get his hands on.

Joe spun her around facing away from him and pushed her up against the wall and began by kissing her on the back of her neck. Penny was moaning in pleasure as she loved the feel of Joe’s kisses. He stopped and got down on his knees and started working his hands underneath her skirt. She didn’t resist as Joe began pulling her black panties down and removed them. Joe could do anything he wanted to her.

He started by burying his face into the crack of her ass and began eating her pussy from behind. Penny was in heaven as her pussy hadn’t had any attention in a long time. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as Joe worked her pussy over and when she was about to cum Joe started licking her little asshole. This made her pussy explode as she had never had a man lick her ass.

She quickly turned around and Joe stood up as she dropped to her knees. She took Joe’s cock out and took it in her mouth. Slowly, she sucked his cock letting him enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth. Slow wasn’t good enough for Joe and he picked up the pace and started roughly fucking Penny”s mouth. No one had fucked her mouth like this before but she was enjoying the sensation of Joe’s cock hitting the back of her throat. The gagging sounds echoed throughout the night letting anyone with earshot would know what was happening.

The bar had closed and Penny hadn’t noticed the bar’s owner and bartender had come outside and had witnessed the sight of Joe and Penny. The owner Bob knelt behind Penny and slid two fingers inside Penny. Penny was a little slow in realizing they weren’t Joe’s fingers. When she tried to take her mouth off of Joe’s cock he wouldn’t let her. He forced all of his cock inside her mouth and she couldn’t object to Bob’s fingers.

Bob helped Penny to her feet and slammed his cock inside her pussy. She wanted to resist but it felt too good. When Joe could tell she was enjoying herself he pulled his cock out of her throat and watched as Bob began fucking Penny as hard as he could. The bartender Wally came over and Penny hungrily took his hard cock in her mouth and let Wally fuck her mouth like Joe had. Joe was enjoying the beautiful Penny being fucked. He knew she would be his when she walked ordu escort in the door.

“Let’s take her inside. ” Joe told the other men.

So they took her inside the bar and led her to the pool table. Bob climbed up on the table first and laid on his back and Penny followed him up and happily jumped back on his cock sliding up and down his cock like it was going to be the last one ever inside her. Wally resumed the position and put his cock back in her mouth. The two men continued to use her pussy and mouth and Penny couldn’t get enough. After a few moments of enjoying the sight Joe climbed up on the table also.

The two men stopped as Joe climbed behind Penny and slowly slid his cock in her ass and stopped when it was all the way inside her. Penny was gasping for air as no man had ever fucked her ass before.

“You love having my cock in your ass don’t you?”

“Yes. I never knew how good it could feel.” She responded with Wally’s cock in her mouth.

Then in unison the three men continues the assault on Penny. She had never been with more than one man at a time and couldn’t believe how good she was feeling as three men were fucking her.

“Harder….Harder….. Harder….” Was all Penny could say.

The three men obliged her. The grunts of the men and the moans of Penny resounded throughout the bar. Penny screamed as she cum harder than she had ever before. Her body was shaking as the men continued to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Joe was about to cum and Penny sensed it as she was ready to feel cum in her ass for the very first time. Joe fought the urge as long as he could and finally came inside her ass. Penny loved the sensation.

Wally knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and he took his cock out of Penny’s mouth and moved behind her and took Joe’s place in her ass. He fucked her ass for a few moments and then he fianally came in her ass. Penny felt like a dirty little slut as she savored the second load of cum in her ass. Bob knew he wasn’t going to last much longer so he pulled Penny’s pussy off his cock and moved behind her and slammed his cock into her ass. He continued to punish her little ass and lasted as long as he could and then he finally came in her ass also. Penny couldn’t believe she just let three men fuck and cum in her ass. She loved it. She loved letting the men use her.

She just sat on the table on her knees enjoying the sensation of the cum draining

out of her ass and down her thighs. The three men each rubbed their hands up and down the inside of her thighs scooping their cum onto their fingers. All three let Penny clean their fingers off letting her taste her own ass. Joe knew she was his.

Bob and Wally went and got dressed and before leaving Bob tossed Joe a set of keys.

“Lock up when you are done.”

Joe just stared as Penny was in a trance still thinking she was being fucked. Her body moving back and forth on the table. Finally, she stopped and looked back at Joe who was now dressed.

“I can’t believe I let that happen. I have never done anything like that before. “

“You enjoyed it, though didn’t you?” You wore all three of us out. “

Joe could sense a little shame in Penny but enjoyed the fact that getting dressed never occurred to her.

“I have a proposition for you Penny. You need a job and I am looking for a special assistant at my company. It pays fifteen hundred a week plus bonuses. Are you interested?”

“Yes, but what would I have to do?”

“I have clients and potential clients who fly in for visits. You would be picking them up at the airport and take them to a hotel and just make sure you get them whatever they need.”

“You want me to fuck them don’t you?”

“Honestly, yes. The last girl made over one hundred thousand dollars last year. You will love the bonuses and the tips my clients pay. You said it yourself that you are desperate for money. You won’t make that kind of money anywhere. You obviously like to fuck so I don’t see a problem. Here is my card. Think about it and call me if you are interested.”

Penny got off the table, got dressed and left the bar, alone. She was confused and stunned at what she had done. She had lived a very conservative lifestyle and she just let three strange men use her. Her ass was sore but she knew deep down she enjoyed being fucked in her ass and she would want to feel that sensation again.

When she got home she went directly to the bathroom and took a long hot shower and pondered over the propostion Joe gave her. He was right. She was desperate. She needed money and this was the only job offer she had after three months of looking. She was backed into a corner and she knew it.

She finished her shower and paced her beautiful naked body back and forth in her bedroom all the while clutching her phone trying to work up the courage to call Joe. Finally, she called him.

“Hello.”Joe answered.

“I’ll do it. What do I have to do?” She asked.

“Just rize escort come down to my office Monday morning. Relax this won’t be that bad. It’s not like you will be fucking a different guy everyday. You will spend most of your time as my receptionist. See you Monday.” Then Joe hung up.

Monday morning arrived and Penny was very nervous as she walked into the building of her new job. She made it to Joe’s office where he conducted his business. She walked through the door and was greeted with a smile from Joe and another man.

“Hi, Penny, this is Jack Billings. Could you make us some coffee and bring it to my office when it is ready? Jack and I will be in a meeting for awhile discussing business.”

Yes, sir. I will have it right away.”

The two men disappeared into Joe’s office and Penny went and made coffee. When the coffee was ready she knocked on the door and walked in. She placed the coffee on Joe’s desk and quietly left. She could feel Jack’s eyes staring at her as she left the room. Penny looked amazing in her tight and short black skirt and pink top.

She sat out at her desk for the next hour all by herself with nothing to do. The phone didn’t even ring once. Then the beep of the intercom on her desk went off.

“Penny, could you please come into my office.” Joe asked.

So Penny walked into his office and walked to Joe’s desk.

“Penny I need you to go make some copies of the contract Jack has just signed.”

When Penny reached for the contract Joe took her by the hands and pulled her towards him forcing her to be bent over his desk revealing her tight little ass for Jack. She knew this was going to be her first test.

Jack quickly moved behind Penny and raised her skirt revealing her pantiless ass. Jack couldn’t get his cock out fast enough and without mercy drove his hard cock into Penny’s pussy and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Penny screamed at the assault but it wasn’t long before she found herself enjoying Jack’s cock fucking her. Joe was proud of her and let go of her hands and began to take his cock out. Penny greedily took his cock in her mouth and Jack and Joe began fucking both ends as hard as they could.

Penny knew she was changing into a dirty little slut. She knew what she really wanted.

“Fuck my ass Jack. Fuck it hard.”

Jack pulled his cock out of Penny’s pussy and roughly forced his cock into her ass and began fucking her ass as hard as he could. Penny loved his cock inside her and kept urging the man to fuck her harder. Joe couldn’t control himself as he enjoyed watching Penny’s transformation into his own slut. Joe forced his cock as far down Penny’s throat that he could and began to cum down her throat. She swallowed as much of it she could but there was so much cum that some of it was rolling out the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

Jack knew he wouldn’t last much longer after watching Joe cum in Penny’s mouth. Jack picked up his pace and violation of Penny’s ass and after a few moments came inside Penny’s ass. Penny loved the feel of his cum in her ass even more than three loads of cum she enjoyed the other night. When Jack was finished cumming he pulled out and forced Penny down to her knees and made her take his cock in her mouth and clean him off. When she was finished Jack pulled his trousers up and shook Joe’s hand and left the room.

Joe handed Penny an envelope.

“This is for you. It is from Jack.”

Penny was still on her knees and when she opened the envelope she counted a thousand dollars. She sat there quietly.

“You did really great for your first time. Now get on all fours for a minute.”

Penny could hear Joe rustle through his desk and when he found what he was looking for he came back over and knelt behind her. He gently pushed a butt plug into her cum filled ass.

“I want you to leave that in your ass until you get home. I want you to feel like a dirty slut with Jack’s cum in your ass all day. You can go back to your desk. Oh, and you might want to clean my cum off your chin, also.”

When Penny left Joe’s office she found the restroom and was about to wash the cum off her face when she stared at herself in the mirror. She loved how she looked with the cum dripping out of her mouth. She never believed she would like the taste of cum like she was beginning to do.

She cleaned her face and returned to her desk with the butt plug still in her ass. She had to admit it was very uncomfortable but she liked the feel of Jack’s cum still inside her.

The rest of the day was uneventful and at four thirty Joe popped his head out of his office and told Penny.

“You may go home Penny. There is nothing more to do today You did great today.”

Penny just smiled and grabbed her things and started her way home. She had just enough time to deposit the thousand dollars in her account and when she got home sent off the check to pay her rent.

She headed for the shower and when she got sakarya escort in she reluctantly pulled the butt plug out of her ass. She loved the sensation of gravity pulling the cum out of her ass and down her thighs as she enjoyed the hot shower.

When she finished her shower she couldn’t help herself and put the butt plug back in her ass. She needed to feel her ass being full. She didn’t care if it was a cock or a butt plug or any other object that could be dreamed up.

Penny fell asleep naked with the butt plug still in her ass. It was the deepest sleep she had had since her divorce eight months ago. She had dreams about the fucking that day and the fucking outside the bar a few nights before. When she awoke her fingers were inside her pussy and the butt plug still in her ass. She had made herself cum during the night.

She got dressed for work wondering what the day would hold. Would she get fucked today or would it be just a boring day at work.

When she made it to work Joe was in his office going over paperwork.

“Come in here, Penny, please.”

Penny entered his office and walked to his desk.

“Come around to my side of the desk, Penny.”

Penny did as she was asked wondering with excitement he wanted.

“Turn around, Penny, with your ass facing me and bend over.”

Penny did as she was told and Joe enjoyed the view of pantiless ass and the butt plug in her ass.

“I had a feeling the plug would be in your ass. You really love being fucked in the ass don’t you Penny?’

“I never dreamed that would be something I would enjoy.” She replied while still bent over touching her toes.

Joe stood up and pulled the plug out of Penny’s ass.

“Since you like your ass being fucked then every morning to start our day I am going to fuck your ass.”

Joe pulled his hard cock out and started to fuck Penny’s ass. This time he really wanted to enjoy her ass for as long as he could and slowly guided his cock in and out of her. Penny wanted him to fuck her harder but she let him enjoy her at a his own pace. The slow pace went on for a good twenty minutes when Joe started to fuck her harder and harder and harder. Penny was shoving her ass back to meet every thrust of Joe’s cock and when Joe was about cum to he forced his cock all the way in and just held it there. Then he was cumming like a fire hose putting out a fire.

Joe pulled his cock out and put the plug back in her ass. He pulled his trousers back up and then told Penny.

“You may go back to your desk Penny.”

Penny did as she was told and spent the rest of the day at her desk with Joe’s cum and the butt plug in her ass. It was a good day again.

For the next two weeks Joe was the only man who was fucking her. She really thought he would have had her fucking all sorts of men but so far Jack had been the only other man to fuck her. It was the easiest fifteen hundred a week she had ever made.

She was sitting at home alone on a Friday night when the phone rang. It was Joe.

“Penny, this is Joe. I need you to go to the airport and pick up a client named Carl Johnson and take him to the hotel and get him checked in. I will be meeting with him Monday morning. His plane will arrive at eleven PM at gate B. It is flight number 215. See you Monday. “

Penny was a little nervous after hanging up the phone. This would be the first time Joe wouldn’t be with her. Who knows, maybe, all she will have to do is get him to the hotel.

She arrived at Gate B fifteen minutes early. She looked stunning in her short little red dress. The little dress showed off every amazing curve of her sexy body. Eyes were staring at her from every direction in the airport.

The plane arrived and after a few minutes the passengers began deboarding the plane. She wondered what Carl looked like while she waited holding a sign with Carl Johnson on it. She didn’t have to wait long as a very large man began walking her way with a very big smile on his face.

“You must be Penny. Joe said you would be waiting for me. You are even more beautiful than what he told me. This is Bill, Brian and Chuck. They are my associates. Are we ready to go?”

Penny hadn’t noticed that Carl had company. All four men stood at least 6′ 6″ or better. Penny began to walk towards the exit and the four men followed never taking there eyes off of Penny’s ass. They made it to the parking lot and they climbed into the company SUV. It was a very quiet trip to the hotel as noone spoke a word.

They made it into the hotel and all the men were checked in. They got on the elevator and proceeded to ride it to the 40th floor. Carl was standing directly behind Penny and started to gently massage her ass causing Penny to moan a little in pleasure. Before she new it she had four sets of hands fondling her breasts and ass and she was in heaven. When the elevator stopped they all stopped what they were doing just as the door opened.

They began to walk down the hall and when they were just a few doors away from Carl’s room, Carl began to unzip Penny’s dress from the back and it easily slid off her body falling to the floor. She was naked in the hallway where anyone could see her and it was making her wet just thinking about it.

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As usual and always, thanks to Steve (CiaoSteve) for making my story so lively.

Most importantly, all characters involved in sexual intercourse are above eighteen years of age.

Lastly, comments are always welcome if they can help me in writing better stories in future.

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Some two months had gone by since our last meeting. It was the night of pleasure. Suckling at her breasts like a baby was all that I could have ever wished for. Yes there were many more wishes borne within me but one slap had made me realize there could be no sexual relationship between us. Other than the slap‚ the entire night had been a memorable experience. As I had left early the next morning‚ the last words she had uttered rang through my mind.

“Baby‚ I will call you back.”

It wasn’t a totally personal evening either. I had prescribed medicines to increase her milk supply but I could never have known the effect of those medicines on her. Yes‚ I had been waiting for her call to hear the effect of those galactagogues. On more than one occasion, I dared to pick up the phone and scribble my contacts up to her name, but never had the courage to call her. Yeah‚ that would break the deal and I would be derived of her breasts forever.

My craving for her had reached its peak. I was like some kind of an addict who was suffering from bizarre withdrawal symptoms. I switched on to watching lactation videos on porn sites but still that was no substitute for real life milk-laden breasts filling one’s mouth.

And then the phone call happened.

I was attending my patients at the out-patient department, when my phone rang. I gave a casual glance down at my phone. On seeing the caller’s name on the display‚ my expression transformed into one of joy. With a patient still sitting at my side‚ I picked up the phone. I was so excited, yet I knew that I had to hide my feelings both to those around me and to the one on the other side of the phone.

“Hello‚” I said in the most normal way.

“We need to talk doctor. Can you come over to my house in the evening?”

Nafissa’s voice sounded serious and she had used the word doctor instead of baby.

“Is anything wrong?” I sounded undisturbed by her voice.

“Why don’t you come over? We can talk then. I know you must be busy with your patients. But hope you can spare time for me.”

“Okay‚ I will.” I tried to sound professional.

Those were my parting words as the call was disconnected as soon as I agreed.

My mind moved around regarding all the possibilities. Why did she sound so serious? Was her baby okay? Or‚ did her husband come to know of our mini affair? We hadn’t met in two months so the last option seemed implausible. Whatever since she had called me‚ it was my duty to dispel her worries. I moved on with my routine of attending patients without any display of concern.

The evening soon arrived and not before long‚ I found myself parking my bike up against her house. The doorbell was answered soon and there I found Nafissa standing. Oh, it was the same attractive face I was longing to see for so long. Her beautiful face was clouded with tension but that could not even in the least hamper her beauty. I had to hide my joy of seeing her after so long. I brought a little smile over my face, one that I usually present with while talking to a patient, to sound unperturbed by her disturbance. She was wearing a white t-shirt and trousers. She was carrying her baby on her shoulders. It seemed the baby had climbed the curves of the growth chart quiet normally. So the sick child option was rejected.

“Come inside‚” she ordered and I obeyed her.

“Sit here‚” she said pointing to the sofa.

I sat down and she sat opposite me.

“Mom‚ your tone seemed so serious.” I broke the silence.

“Yeah‚ I needed some advice regarding breastfeeding.”

“You can ask me anything.” I sounded well composed.

“Can I stop breastfeeding now?”

The baby started crying on her shoulders and I prepared myself to have the first glimpse of her luscious breasts.

“Sorry‚ I was feeding him before you rang the doorbell. Hope you don’t mind if I feed him here.”

She was neither using the word ‘baby’ nor sounding familiar. It was more of a doctor patient talk.This was not the Nafissa I had met two months back.

“Yeah‚ you can.”

She brought the baby to her lap and turned to one side to avoid me having a peek. I watched as she put on the towel over her chest and raised her shirt. As the baby latched on‚ she faced me again. Yeah, I remembered her words. She always hid her chest while feeding to avoid evil eyes from draining the health of her baby. I made a desperate prayer to the Lord to make me a baby and place me in her lap. I could feel my organ start to harden.

“Why do you want to stop breastfeeding by the way? Just see how comfortable he is there.”

My eyes moved over to her chest. Did I see wet spots over the opposite side? Before I could be sure‚ she spoke and I had to look to her eyes again.

“Because I feel like a cow who mardin escort has no world of her own and her only duty is to produce milk.”

As she spoke, Nafissa started to cry.

I could not bear to see her upset and stood up to comfort her. I moved to her side and said in an assuring tone.

“Six months of exclusive breastfeeding. So that makes only three months more.”

“Three months is a lot of time.”

“What’s the matter‚ Nafissa? Why do you think yourself a cow?”

This time I deliberately avoided the word mom to study her reaction.

Maybe‚ no one had comforted her previously as I did. Her tears were now uncontrollable. I sat in front of her with my head at the level of her chest but keeping my eyes still fixed on her face.

“Why are you crying‚ Nafissa? Please speak to me.”

It took her a whole minute to compose herself before she let her words flow like her milk.

“I don’t know if I should be discussing this with you but my husband thinks so. He has lost interest in me. He ridicules me all the time and says that I am a cow.”

Building my courage, I asked the big question.

“Do you have sex?”

She looked up to my eyes and stared at me for some time. The look was more of depression than anger. I had her answer and she confirmed it by a shake of her head.

I came back to my seat. I so wanted to place a hand on her shoulders but I didn’t wish her to break the feeding process. It was the right of her baby to be breastfed.

“Do you want me to talk with him?”

“No‚ it will anger him.”

“How can I help you?”

“I just wanted your suggestion as to how can I stop breastfeeding without affecting the baby’s health.”

“If you look for my suggestion‚ then as a pediatrician I think you should not stop breastfeeding him. It is your husband’s fault for making fun of such a beautiful girl as you.”

“What should I do then?”

She looked at me for a solution and I had one.

“You should do sex with someone else as a revenge against him. “

“I don’t think I should betray him.”

“Do you think he is not betraying you especially since you both don’t have sex? Why don’t you come to a conclusion that he must be having someone else to gratify his needs?”

She stared at me for some time.

“May be you are correct. Still then‚ how do I search for someone who will like my body and treat these udders as a part of me.”

“The search will be difficult. So‚ I have a deal for you. The way you breastfed me‚ left me spellbound. For the last two months‚ I have been thinking about nothing other than you. I allowed you to wear me a diaper because I wanted to be nude in front of you. My deal is simple. You take away my virginity and I will see that you do not feel ashamed of your breasts. Yeah I am selfish because every man will die to have you in bed and I am no exception. Your husband is just an exception and not the rule.”

Nafissa’s seriousness vanished to a smile.

“You want to sleep with me and you are presenting it in the most audacious way.”

“Look at yourself and see how your seriousness has just vanished. May be, sex is all you need to regain your former self.”

She fell silent again and asked me.

“What if my husband isn’t deceiving me at all? Or‚ if it is the milk that is actually playing spoilsport?”

“The last time we met you said that he didn’t touch your breasts but the reality is he isn’t taking interest in you. If he is avoiding you, he must be having something else, don’t you think? If you don’t agree, dip back into your seriousness again and allow me to go. As a doctor my only advice is don’t stop breastfeeding.”

My erection was lost, and I got up in the direction of the door. As I was about to open the door‚ she called out to me.

“If you really want to do something‚ why don’t you take my baby from my lap?”

Did I just hear those golden words from her mouth? I was a very lucky man‚ I thought. I thanked her husband a million times before turning my back to the door. Yes‚ she was smiling at me. I rushed to her side to pick up the baby. She handed me her baby and said slowly.

“Now place him gently in the cradle. He wakes up at the slightest disturbance. And then‚ come back quickly to me. There are a lot of things I need to teach you. Since you are a virgin‚ I will teach you how to please a woman.”

Once I was sure that the baby was not waking up in the cradle‚ I came back to the drawing room.

“So, how do we start?”

“Come and sit here first,” she asked me to sit by her side and I settled myself close to her on the sofa.

“Kiss me‚” she ordered as she stabbed those beautiful eyes into mine.

I moved my lips to her cheeks and gave a light kiss.

“Grow up‚ baby. A man kisses a woman on her lips.”

Yeah‚ I too meant to kiss her on the lips but I thought what if she wouldn’t like it? I brought my lips to her as we kissed gently at first. We locked our lips for some time before she pulled away.

“You are a good kisser, but you can always nevşehir escort improve.”

“If you wish to arouse me‚ you must kiss my whole body. You have to undress me slowly and caress my nakedness with your soft lips.”

“I am so dying for it‚” the hunger building within echoed out these words.

I turned her back to me and pushed her gently over one arm of the sofa. I pulled her shirt to expose her bare back. I knelt behind her as she held on to the arm. I let my tongue roll over her smooth skin as I moved up above her body. My hands simultaneously traced the skin over her belly to her breast. Indeed‚ she was without a brassiere. It was now or never. The breasts that had made me gone insane were finally within my grasp. I cuddled the soft treasures gently.

“Aaahh‚ I was dying for this since long‚” she uttered in sheer excitement.

I was quick to pull the shirt over her head. My hands continued playing with the milky pads as my lips played over her back.

“The left one is paining a bit as it is full. Why don’t you empty it?”

I pulled her up and it was then that we both lost balance and fell to the floor. Thankfully‚ we didn’t hurt ourselves.

“You are so in haste for everything. Am I going away anywhere? How could you lose your balance?”

She wasn’t complaining as her face had crafted a smile. I pulled her over my body and held her tightly. My fingers brushed the curls over her face.

“I lost my mind the day I saw you. Losing balance is such a petty thing.”

“Now would you mind relieving me? And don’t forget to use your tongue how you did the other day.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh‚ it was so lovely‚” she said gifting another smile.

“Then why did you slap me?”

“Because had I left you going your way‚ you could have ended up undressing me like you are doing it today.”

“You were so confident on my skills!” I exclaimed. “Then relax and enjoy. I will make you happy anyways.”

I rolled her over spreading my legs across her lower torso to pin her down. My eyes were fixated on those huge attractive mounds. Already, drops of milk were seeping out of her enlarged nipples. Tiny white droplets formed, building in size, before flowing quietly down her curves. The thought of lapping up those creamy droplets was too much to resist. Tentative at first, I lowered my head on her motherly chest as the rubbery bud finally disappeared within the confines of my mouth.

The bout of lust had no clear winner. It was her turn now to rise up. As the sweet warm liquid brushed my taste buds‚ I relaxed a bit. She brushed my hair and then pushed me to the floor as we reversed our positions. All the while‚ her cherished nipple still rested in my mouth.

“This will increase the flow‚” she declared.

True to her words and in accordance with the laws of physics‚ the milk flow increased in pace. I suckled more and more and gulped down the nectar with more force. She smiled again into my eyes. It was not of the mother that I had witnessed two months back but of the empress who had finally won a battle.

Her fingers moved over my pants.

“Hey‚ you seem to be hiding some weapon in here. How didn’t I notice it?”

She moved her fingers to my belt and unbuckled it. The buttons and the zip didn’t disappoint her either and very soon her fingers ran teasingly over my hardness.

“Oh‚ this is what I missed so much‚” she exclaimed in a laborious tone. “And you say that it is untouched by a woman’s sex? I would love to take it in.”

She moved her hands into my underwear.

I felt her touch, rubbing softly over my hard shaft before moving upwards. Slowly she teased the foreskin down revealing my sensitive head. Inside my heart was beating, just at the feel of her touch. Oh, the tingle inside as she toyed with my cock. I just couldn’t prevent droplets of pre-cum from leaking out.

“Not bad at all‚” she announced. “I need more of this. My breasts now feel relaxed. Spare them and I have a surprise for you.”

I let off the fleshy dunes as she worked her hands to release my hardness from the confines of my underwear. She slid her body below and adjusted her mouth against my weapon of lust. I raised my head with the support of my elbows and watched as she placed a tender kiss on the top of my cock, her tongue lapping at what was left of my precum

“It is your first time so let me make this memorable‚” she said bearing a mischievous smile.

I was in heaven. With her hand, Nafissa stroked my shaft. That was fantastic but when her tongue joined the fun I swore I could have died in joy. As her tongue trundled over my penis‚ a sudden vibration shook my whole body. The feeling was maddening something so far beyond the joys of masturbation. She had caught hold of my erection in one hand and coated her saliva all over my hardness. If I hadn’t been careful, I would have cum there and then. I punched on the floor to prolong my upcoming climax.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as Nafissa’s warm mouth smothered my bulbous head.

“You’re fantastic,” niğde escort I cried trying to steady my voice amid all the excitement.

It could have been every man’s fantasy. The most beautiful woman in the world had just welcomed my manhood into her mouth. The loose hair that fell over her face made her look even more sexy. As she bobbed gently over my erection‚ I edged closer and closer to my impending climax. A tell-tale warmth was building down below, and I knew it was only a matter of time. It was only good and proper that I gave fair warning of the present I would soon gift to her.

“Nafissa‚” I called out, my voice now rising and falling in time with her mouth. “I can’t hold it any more. I am going to cum.”

It was just a gesture to her to take me out of her mouth. She didn’t. Instead she smiled at me and gave a wink in her eye. . I closed my eyes as she doubled her efforts on my waiting cock, sucking hard as she rose before plunging down again.

“Aghhh,” I moaned as the first spasm racked my cock.

Clenching tight I somehow held off the inevitable, but her torment was never ending. Up and down her head bobbed, once, twice, three times and then—

With a grunt, I unloaded the first squirt into her mouth and as she pulled off my cock‚ another three squirts hit her face. She closed her eyes as her hand pumped on my rod till the last drop dribbled out. I was spent, that single orgasm draining me completely. I lay there, totally still bar for my heavy breaths. What had just happened was far beyond anything in my imagination.

“Oh, my poor doctor! I feel so sad in seeing your condition. I don’t think will be ready anytime soon to have sex with me. Okay‚ let me wash my face and come back to you.”

I watched as Nafissa stood up and headed for the bathroom. She was just in her trousers, the material clinging tightly around her plentiful ass. Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist. The navel on her smooth belly dignified her beauty. Her breasts hung on freely over her chest and the dark long nipples protruded delicately from her shaded areola. Oh yes, my Nafissa was an angel. Everything was perfect, her smooth skin, her ample bust and her most luscious curves. Maybe this was heaven itself. Then there was that smile. It was enough to melt any heart, and she had control of mine. I watched as she walked away, the swagger in her hips having me wonder just what was under those trousers. The more I wondered, the more I imagined them falling to the floor. In my mind, I could see her every curve coming to life and with it the first quiver of excitement down below.

“What if I am ready for sex now?” I asked.

“Then I will leave my husband and marry you.”

The words gave an adrenaline rush in my body. I shot up immediately to a seated posture and looked at her in surprise.

“Are you serious?”

She didn’t reply a word, just walked away with that smile on her face. Once more Nafissa had bowled me over and I collapsed back on the floor again. I closed my eyes and dreamed of her nakedness. How long had she left me there? I wasn’t sure, but when I roused myself, I could already sense the blood rushing into my flaccid organ, my body seemingly reinvigorated with a new leash of energy. Respect a non-consenting lady but don’t spare a consenting one, especially if she is so close to your heart‚ my heart echoed. I got up and threw off my last remaining clothes.

I followed her trail to the wash basin. She had bent her head and was busy cleaning my stuff from her sweet face. What were visible were her sexy full buttocks. I tiptoed and stood behind her. Just as she stood up‚ I wrapped my arms across her body one across her shoulders and the other round her belly. All I made sure was to caress my hardness against her fleshy butts.

I swept her dark locks aside and nestled my mouth up against her smooth skin. Gently I nibbled on her neck and ear, blowing softly as I whispered my message.

“I love you, Nafissa. You are the everything I could ever want.”

An arm swept round, and Nafissa grasped at my now unclothed buttocks. . Sensing my nakedness and desire‚ she was quick to foresee the impending fornication.

“Kill me‚ my man. I am all yours.” She declared as she threw her head back onto my shoulders.

My hand was quick to navigate a path from her breasts, down across her smooth stomach, and into her trousers. Still I continued, meeting no resistance, as I squeezed into the front of her hidden panties. What a pleasant surprise, my hand running across bare skin as I inched my way towards her waiting sex.

“It feels so nice‚” she cooed softly.

I had to agree. Just the feel of her warm bare skin had my heart beating. Reaching further, I ran fingers over her apex, feeling her puffy lips. Nafissa, spread her legs slightly and I took full advantage. I brushed a finger across her lips and followed with another. With gentle circles, I teased her sex, eliciting moans from my lover. I could feel the tremble in her body and the moisture down below. Easing her lips apart, I slowly inserted my fingers one after the other into her damp depths. My free hand was now busy fondling her boobs, as my lips still teased her neck. I listened to Nafissa’s breathing becoming just a little ragged, her chest rising and falling quickly the more I worked her sex.

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My sister Kathleen is a real bitch. I don’t know where she got the idea that she is the center of the universe, but she acts like anything she does is the most important thing going on. Everyone has to do what she wants, and she gets all huffy when they don’t.

Case in point: one afternoon, a few weeks ago, Kathleen came home after shopping, as I was getting ready for work. I’m eighteen, and I work at a fast-food restaurant while going to college. Conversely, Kathleen, twenty-one years old, doesn’t work and has a ton of boy-toys that she strings along. She makes them buy her things, teasing them with her body (even I had to admit that my sister was pretty hot). But I knew from some pretty reliable sources, however, that my sister almost never puts out. She’s a cock-tease in the strongest sense of the word.

Anyway, Kathleen came through the door, seeing me in my work polo and jeans. She snapped her fingers as she sucked on the straw of a frozen mocha from one of those over-priced coffee houses. “Oh, good, you’re home,” she said. “I got some bags in the car. Go get ’em and take them up to my room.”

I gave her a look like, fuck you. “I gotta get to work,” I said annoyingly, even though I knew, even if I took my time, I’d get there ten minutes early.

Kathleen rolled her eyes. “Just go get them, Joey!” she snapped. “God damn it! Not like your job’s important or anything! You sell fried chicken!”

I stared at her. “At least I earn my money,” I said pointedly, but I nevertheless headed down to my sister’s car as she huffed behind me.

I came back in with the bags, carried them up to her room. More clothes, I thought. Like my sister didn’t already have a wardrobe as big as the selection at Macy’s. Kathleen gave me an annoyed look as she stood by the window of her room, chattering away on her cell.

“Just leave them on the bed, Joey,” she ordered.

I dropped the bags unceremoniously on her bed. “Anything else, princess?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yeah,” she said. “Get the fuck outta my room!”

I shook my head. I stomped out of my sister’s room, headed back downstairs. I would still be early getting to work.

I noticed my sister’s iced mocha sitting on the coffee table. It was about a third finished. I sneered. Hmm, I thought. Tabasco, chili powder, castor oil?

Or . . . I laughed softly to myself as the most incredibly perverse and twisted idea came over me. I stared at the mocha. Go on, do it! It’ll be the sickest thing in the world!

I stood still for a moment, faintly listening to my sister prattling upstairs. Mom and Dad weren’t home.

“Fuck it,” I said to myself, and unzipped my jeans. The kinky thought that had entered into my mind had made my cock hard. It sprang out at its full length. Pre-cum was already shiny at the tip.

I didn’t have much time, so I grabbed my dick and started stroking fast. I squeezed it hard, fondled my balls. The perversity of my idea really turned me on as I jacked off. I didn’t even have to fantasize about shooting off in Brittney Anderson’s mouth or banging Tina Ramirez’ big tits to get off.

It took only about three or four minutes before my cock was tingling and I was ready to shoot. I bent my legs, pointing my dick down, sticking the head through the wide opening of the plastic dome lid of my sister’s iced mocha. I shuddered, held back a moan as my cock twitched and throbbed and spurted long, thick streams of ball juice right into the dark liquid.

I squeezed out every drop of sperm, shaking them off my dick and into Kathleen’s drink. My cum was a thick puddle on the surface of the brownish liquid. Finally spent, I tucked my cock away, zipped up. I stirred my sister’s mocha, mixing in my seed.

I heard Kathleen coming down the stairs. Quickly, I stepped back, taking up one of the free advertisements that always came in the mail. Kathleen came into the room, flipping her long dark hair back.

“I thought you had to be at work,” she said acidly, giving me a look.

“I was just leaving,” I said, watching as Kathleen leaned over the coffee table and took up her drink. I tried not to grin as she sucked on the straw.

My sister smacked her lips, gave me a look. “Enjoy your piece of shit job,” she said haughtily, then turned away, sucking more of her drink through the straw. She obviously did not taste anything different in her drink as she unwittingly drank down her own brother’s semen.

Enjoy your cum-flavored mocha, I thought, then left, chuckling to myself.

***

I was in a pretty good mood as I headed to work. Getting back at my sister the way I had – even if she was clueless about the whole thing – gave me a smug feeling. I thought about my pretty, bitchy sister slurping down my load çanakkale escort along with her coffee drink.

I got into an even better mood when I realized that I was closing with Michelle that night. She was a real cute, voluptuous little blonde with short, light-toned hair and a cute, round, freckled face. She had a pretty nice rack that pushed against her red work polo, a cute little pudge to her belly, and wide, flaring hips. She stood all of five feet tall and looked like a cute little pixie. The only things missing were the wings.

We flirted with each other as we always did. Michelle only went so far when she flirted (and she flirted with everybody), but I always thought that maybe, if the circumstances were right, I might get to one day find out if she really was a natural blonde (and I was pretty sure she was).

But then, the night took a sour turn after the dinner rush. The dining room emptied out, and with only an hour left in the shift, our manager sent the other two employees home, leaving just me and Michelle. She started cleaning up the dining room and I took care of the stuff in the back.

And she came in. Mrs. Gould. The bitchiest, most annoying customer we got, and she came in damn near every day. Chicken Caesar salad, extra dressing, no croutons, and the chicken better be fresh-grilled!

She was as bad as my sister, the way she treated us, even worse. Talking down to us because we worked in a fast-food restaurant, telling us we were the bottom rung of the ladder. She was so full of herself because she married a rich guy twice her age and acted like her last name was fucking Rockefeller or something.

“Hey, can I get some service?” she asked indignantly, after she had been at the counter for all of three seconds.

I rolled my eyes at the grating sound of her voice. Mrs. Gould was a hot piece, no doubt about it, no more than six or seven years older than me. She had big, fake tits and a slender body, and always wore clothes that made her look like a topless dancer. Hell, she probably had been one before she trapped her unlucky husband.

I saw Michelle, sweeping up in the dining room, giving me an amused look as I approached the counter. Her expression seemed to say, ‘better you than me.’ I tried to stay as professional as I could as I stepped up to the register.

Mrs. Gould rattled off her order, which never changed. “And get it right, this time,” she said arrogantly, giving me a superior look. “There wasn’t enough dressing last time. Damn it, you kids never get anything right.”

I forced a smile. “It’ll be right up,” I said distastefully, giving Mrs. Gould her cup.

I headed back to the grill, tossed a fresh chicken breast on it. It would take several minutes to cook through. I heard the flap of the door from the dining room, looked as Michelle came toward me. She slid up pretty close to my side.

“God, what a bitch,” Michelle said in a low tone. The grill was visible from the front counter.

“She’s worse than my sister,” I said.

Michelle glanced over her shoulder, looking back toward Mrs. Gould – the only customer in the dining room – as she mixed her iced tea. Michelle looked back to me, her wide blue eyes mischievous. “We should spit in her salad,” she said. “Or, like, mix in some Imodium or something with the dressing.”

I chuckled. “You happen to carry around diarrhea medicine?”

Michelle shook her head ruefully. “I’d put battery acid in her food if I had any,” she said.

I suddenly remembered the dirty trick I had played on my sister, and my cock instantly twitched in my jeans. “I know something we could put in it,” I said.

Michelle’s eyes flashed. “Yeah?”

I looked to her. “It’s kind’a . . . kinky,” I said.

Michelle stared at me, eyes narrowing for a moment. Then, suddenly, her eyes flashed down to my crotch, and she got this big grin on her face. “You serious?” she asked.

I couldn’t believe what I had talked myself into, and that Michelle seemed so excited by it. I smirked. “Let me, uh, use the bathroom for a minute,” I said. “I’ll take one of those little plastic souffle cups and—”

“Why do it in the bathroom?” Michelle asked, interrupting me. “She can’t see you from the salad table.”

I gave Michelle a surprised look. “You’re kidding, right?”

Michelle giggled, gave me a suddenly sexy look. “I’ll help,” she said suggestively. “Come on. Dana’s in the office. You know she doesn’t come out ’till closing time. It’s just you and me. Come on, Joey.”

Now, that idea really got my dick throbbing. Jack off in front of Michelle? Hell, yeah! I shuddered a little, incredibly turned on. Michelle giggled, and pushed her tits out a little. I could make out the nipples of çeşme escort her C-cups, pushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“Come on,” she said urgently. “If you’re gonna do it, you gotta do it now.”

I moved on automatic, feeling a little dazed. I crossed the kitchen, approached the salad table as Michelle followed me with her excited eyes. I glanced to her as I took out one of the big metal bowls, tossed in lettuce and tomatoes and mushrooms and capers, added some dressing, and mixed it up. Michelle looked impatient, watching me. her freckled round face was blushing with excitement.

I hesitated only a brief moment, glancing back to the closed manager’s door. Michelle better be right, I thought, and unzipped my jeans. I tugged out my dick. I was already hard.

I heard a slight gasp from Michelle, looked to her. Her eyes were locked on my cock. She smiled widely, and looked impressed. That only inspired me. I wrapped my hand around my dick and started pumping, staring at Michelle.

Slowly, she walked toward me, drawn like a glutton to a buffet. Her eyes were fixated on my thick, stiff dick as I jacked it. She moved up beside me, very close. Those firm, full tits pressed against my arm as I pumped it.

“Damn, Joey, I wish I knew you had such a nice dick,” she whispered. She was obviously turned on. She licked her soft pink lips. Her attention and arousal inspired me, and I smacked my hand along my penis as I masturbated furiously.

“God damn, that thing’s bigger than my boyfriend’s,” Michelle was saying. She settled a hand on my butt, casually squeezing my cheeks as she watched me jack off. “And I thought he was big.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice straining. Fuck, was I turned on!

Michelle grinned, watching me pump my dick. She squirmed a little, pressed a hand between her legs. She made a little sighing/grunting noise, bit her lip. Then she looked up at me, her wide blue eyes glowing.

“Can I do it?” she asked softly.

I stopped stroking instantly, my dick twitching. The head was shiny and wet from pre-cum. I all but swooned at the thought of Michelle stroking me. “Please,” was all I could say.

Michelle grinned, then looked back to my throbbing, hard cock. I pulled my hand away, and slowly, tentatively, Michelle lifted her own, wrapping it around my shaft.

I sighed at the touch of her hand. Michelle shifted her fingers, getting a good grip. She smiled excitedly as she started pumping my dick. I held back a moan, slipped my arm around her. Michelle leaned against me, those wonderful tits mashing against my side. She stroked me faster and faster, squeezing my cock more tightly as I told her to do so.

“What is taking so long?” came Mrs. Gould’s exasperated voice from the other side of the counter.

I sighed in frustration, and Michelle rolled her eyes. She took her hand from my cock, and for a moment, licked her fingers, tasting the pre-cum that had dribbled down over them from my penis. She turned away, glancing to the front as she headed to the grill. “He’s chopping some fresh greens for you, Mrs. Gould,” Michelle said. “It’ll just be a minute. You wouldn’t want wilted salad, would you?”

I heard the bitchy woman huff. “Whatever.”

Michelle flipped the chicken, moved it to a cooler area of the grill, where it would simmer, but not overcook. Then she came back, eyes locked on my dick once more and smiling broadly. She giggled as she grabbed my dick and resumed pumping. I sighed in pleasure.

“Fuck, you look so hot with your thing sticking out like that,” she whispered. Her eyes blazed. “Now, just try to stay quiet, baby,” she said.

I was about to ask what Michelle was going to do when she sunk to her knees before me and, without a moment’s hesitation, slipped her hot, warm, wet mouth around my dick, sucking hard and eagerly.

I trembled, so totally turned on. Fuck, Michelle had a nice mouth! She sucked hard and deep, gliding her sweet soft lips back and forth, getting my cock nice and wet with her mouth. She mumbled faintly, apparently enjoying the taste of my dick, the way it filled her mouth. I was stupefied by the erotic sight of her hungry mouth gobbling my rod.

“Is it gonna be much longer?” asked impatient Mrs. Gould.

“It’s coming right out!” I called out, trying to sound calm. I pushed against Michelle’s mouth, holding her soft-haired head in my hands. God damn, this was the best blow job I had ever gotten! Michelle was a hell of a lot better than Brittney Anderson, that was for sure!

I felt my balls tighten and my body tense, and then . . . oh, my God . . . I was cumming. And cumming hard. My sperm shot into Michelle’s mouth, and she moaned softly as it surged over her tongue, gushed diyarbakır escort to her throat, making her cheeks swell. Michelle moaned appreciatively, sucking tenderly, slipping her lips up to the head of my spasming cock and pumping her mouth just a little. Frothy little bubbles of cum emerged from between her lips and were smeared along my slick shaft. The sight had me shaking with pleasure.

I finally had to push Michelle’s head away, and she laughed softly through her nose, looking up to me. Her pink lips glistened and dripped with cum. She worked her jaw a little, rolling my salty load in her mouth. Then she looked to the salad bowl and cocked her head meaningfully.

I realized her intent, and took up the bowl, holding it down under her face. Michelle tilted her head down, parting her lips. I watched in astonishment as my thick sperm flowed out of Michelle’s mouth, dripping down into the bowl, coating the lettuce and tomatoes and mushrooms. Michelle spat a couple times, then licked her lips, leaning back with a grin.

“I’ll get the chicken,” she said, pushing to her feet. She gave me a devilish grin, wiping the corners of her mouth and making a show of sucking her fingers. She pranced across the kitchen, scooped up the chicken filet with a spatula, and brought it over to me. I didn’t bother with tucking my dick away – especially since Michelle was tickling it with her fingers – as I sliced up the chicken breast and served it into the bowl.

I made sure to toss the salad really well, mixing in my sperm with the Caesar dressing. Every little leaf glistened by the time I was done. I scooped the salad into a plastic tray and sprinkled on some parmesan cheese and croutons. Michelle grinned, her lips still a little glossy from my cum. The aroma of semen wafted around her cute little face. She took up the salad, gave me a naughty look.

“All of a sudden, I’m kind’a jealous of Mrs. Gould,” she said meaningfully. “She gets to eat it.”

I looked back with a grin. “Oh, I think I can work up some more special dressing for you,” I said.

Michelle grinned, biting her lip. Then she turned and headed back to the counter with the salad. “Here you go, Mrs. Gould,” I heard her say. “And we made sure to put lots of dressing on it.”

***

Michelle and I watched from the counter as Mrs. Gould sat in the dining room, devouring her salad. She did not seem to notice the ‘extra seasoning’ Michelle and I had given her meal. Or, if she did, she liked the flavor. She ate every single bite, licking her lips. Then she got up, leaving her empty plastic plate on the table, and gave us a haughty look as she headed to the door.

“Clean up after me, will you?” she said in her self-impressed way.

Michelle and I just smiled. We busted out laughing after Mrs. Gould left.

“She fucking ate it!” cried Michelle, her pretty eyes blazing as she grabbed my hands and jumped up and down. “Holy shit! Mrs. Gould ate your fucking cum!”

I gave Michelle a look. “And you’re next,” I said.

Michelle suddenly stopped jumping, and gave me a sexy look. She breathed in deeply. “Mmm, you got more dressing for me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Much as you want.”

Michelle bit her lip, smiling, and tilted her head back. “Suck me, first,” she said.

My heart flipped at the idea of tasting Michelle’s sweet honey pot. “Well, I usually don’t eat pie before dinner . . . .” I said teasingly.

Michelle giggled. “Make an exception?” she asked, jumping up on the counter and starting to unzip her jeans. “Come on, baby, have a slice of my pie. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

***

Michelle and I sucked each other off through the remainder of the shift. Michele truly was a natural blonde, as I thought, with just a little strip of golden pubes above her succulent cunt. She had a puffy, fleshy little pussy, and she tasted so divine as I dug my tongue deep in her tight tunnel. I got her off a couple times as she squirmed on the order counter, then she returned the favor, sucking me until I spurted in her mouth again. But this time, she gulped down every drop of my gooey seed.

Our manager, Dana, came out for the end-of-night inspection, and found everything to her satisfaction. Michelle gave me a ride home, and we sucked each other off again in her car as she parked along the curb before my parents’ house. I loved the way she tasted when she came, and she gulped down my warm cum eagerly, telling me afterward that I had the ‘tastiest juice in the world.’

Michelle and I hook up almost every shift we work together, but she’s still with her boyfriend (he’s a few years older and has a ‘real’ job). We never fuck (“That would be cheating,” she says). Still, she gobbles my prick like she’s desperate for it, always swallows my creamy load, and holds her legs open wide when I suck on her slick little cunt.

And now and then, when Mrs. Gould or some other bitchy customer comes in, Michelle helps me add some ‘special seasoning’ to their order.

-finis-

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Note: All the girls in Hazely Reform School are aged between eighteen and twenty-one. The Wardens, of course, are considerably older.

*****

It’s 8.55 p.m. In the Dormitory of Hazely Reform School, thirty girls stand beside thirty beds. The beds are in two rows of fifteen, facing each other. The girls are all naked.

Miss McCloud, who is on duty tonight, walks between the two rows of beds scrutinising the girls. Miss McCloud is not like Miss Bulstrode. She does not bawl and intimidate: rather her manner is gentle and persuasive, on the surface even friendly. Unlike Miss Bulstrode she does not carry a riding crop, preferring instead a thin whippy cane. The cane doesn’t look up to much. But ask any girl who has felt it on the backs of her legs whether or not she prefers it to the riding crop and she will be hard put to decide.

The girls are all standing to attention, their eyes forward and their shoulders back. Nothing seems to be amiss: except that one of the girls, Clare Davenport, looks unusually downcast. This strikes Miss McCloud as odd: usually Clare is one of the least surly or miserable-looking girls in the reformatory. She wonders whether or not to say anything: then remembers the ordeal Clare went through that afternoon, which Miss Bulstrode has recounted in the Wardens’ Canteen.

“Very well girls,” Miss McCloud says: “Put on your chastity belts.”

The girls turn round in unison, and each takes from the metal locker beside her bed a hinged, stainless steel contraption, shaped like a letter U attached to a band which fits round the waist. They place the U-shaped steel between their legs, pull it up tight, then close the waist band and snap it shut. Miss McCloud now approaches each girl in turn and pulls at the band to confirm that it is locked in place. Satisfied, she returns to the aisle.

“Now put on your night-dresses.”

The night-dresses are already laid out on the beds. Miss McCloud watches as thirty female bodies, short and tall, fat and thin, full-breasted and flat-chested, broad-hipped and narrow-hipped, dark-toned and light-toned, all of them shaved around their pubic area, extend their arms and wriggle their way inside thirty regulation grey- and white-striped cotton Reformatory night-dresses.

“Now get into your beds.”

The hands of the clock show 9 p.m. as Miss McCloud switches off the lights and locks the Dormitory door behind her.

Outside she pauses for a few minutes to listen: but all is quiet, as it should be.

Inside the Dormitory it is now pitch dark. The girls shift about under their grey blankets, trying to get comfortable, silently cursing, for the hundredth time, the stainless steel contraptions between their legs. All masturbation, all forms of self-pleasuring, are strictly forbidden at Hazely Reform School. During the day chastity devices are not required, for the girls are monitored from the moment they rise to the moment they go to bed, even whilst using the lavatories, for the cubicles have no doors and two Wardens are always on duty whenever the lavatories are open. The girls are not even allowed to wipe themselves when they please, but must wait until their allotted time is up: two minutes during Break, five minutes morning, lunchtime and evening. Then, closely supervised by a Warden, they must wipe themselves in unison.

But at night it is different. No Warden, however vigilant, can track the movements of thirty girls under their bedclothes in a darkened room. And so the devices are employed.

And they are one hundred per cent successful. There is not, and probably never will be, an inmate who has not tried to find a way through or round or under the devices, using fingers, drinking straws, hair-grips or whatever ingenious material she can think of: always without success. Nor is there an inmate who has not tried, with the same hair-grip, or pen-nib, or dental-brace wire, to pick the lock. But no lock yet has yielded to such manipulations.

And whoever designed these devices was not only a clever engineer, but he or she also knew a thing or two about the resourcefulness of frustrated girls. For not only do the devices fit so tightly around the groin, tummy and waist that not even the slenderest finger can slide underneath, but also the critical area, which covers the clitoris and labia, is shaped such that a small space is created, a centimetre gap between steel and skin, such that the girls cannot even press the device against themselves where it matters, and are thus denied any genital contact.

Locked away in their devices the girls can no more get at their own vaginas than they can break into Fort Knox.

Not that this stops them from trying. Following the reflexes of a lifetime their hands, once under the bedcovers, will stray down towards their legs: their clitorises, so long neglected, will call out to them like lambs strayed from their mothers. Their hands will glide between their legs, longing to be reunited again: only to come up against kıbrıs escort harsh unyielding steel.

The needs of Clare Davenport are no different from those of other girls. Initially, when she had first been admitted to Hazely Reform School, she had not understood. The loss of her liberty had so overwhelmed her that the chastity device had seemed trivial, just one minor restriction in a world where restriction, discipline and punishment ruled.

“You won’t think like that when you’ve been here a month,” another girl, Eve Thomas, had told her.

And Clare had not believed her. Now, two months on, she knew what the girls said was true. Ask an inmate of a few weeks how many years of her life she’ll give for a rub and she’ll answer: one or two. Ask her after six months and the answer will be in double figures.

But tonight Clare is not thinking about masturbation. For once, the restraint between her legs is not uppermost in her mind. Instead she is anxious, wondering what is going to happen to her, what punishment the other girls will inflict. Unable and unwilling to sleep, for she does not want to be taken unawares, she runs through the various possibilities.

There are several standard punishments dished-out to girls who, for whatever reason, have fallen foul of other inmates.

One is a spanking – administered by hand on the bare bottom. That may not seem much, when compared with the punishment that can be inflicted by the riding crop or the cane. But these girls pack a mean slap: repeated over and again, in the same spot, by numerous hands, such punishment can leave you with a bottom that is raw and painful.

Then there is bedwetting. Not self-inflicted, but the practise of one girl wetting another girl’s bed.

For there are strict protocols around bedwetting. For a first offence, the culprit is obliged to wear a placard round her neck, like a cardboard tabard, with the word “BEDWETTER” written large front and back. The humiliation this entails can all but crush a sensitive girl. For a second offence far worse ensues. In addition to the placard the girl is compelled to wear, in place of skirt and knickers, a Terry nappy and plastic pants. For the whole of the next day she is denied access to the toilets: instead she is changed at regular intervals, by Miss Bulstrode or whoever is in charge at the time: changed on top of the desk at the front of the class; changed like a baby or toddler, with the whole class looking on.

Clare trembles as she thinks of this. It is true that she would be a first offender: but supposing the girls were so mad at losing their Break that they decided to wet her bed twice in a row?

Of the two punishments she would much prefer to have her bottom smacked. It will be painful, in the way placard- and nappy-wearing are not. But it will be over when it is over; no Wardens will be involved; and she has had all the humiliation she can bear already today.

There are other punishments, some she has only heard about, some that may only be rumours and myths.

Then there is a third punishment, one she has witnessed only once, the memory of which makes her clench her jaw.

Pissing in a girl’s mouth.

It isn’t easy, pissing in a chastity belt, but it can be done. For at the bottom of the device is a narrow chute, about an inch long. Typically it is ‘s’ shaped, such that nothing, not even, say, a pipe-cleaner or a piece of wire, can be inserted without difficulty. But piss, though it drains slowly, will drain through. And with one girl holding your mouth open and a second pinching your nostrils closed… you have no option but to swallow.

She pulls a face. And yet, whilst she’s not been in Hazely long enough to know all the ins and outs, she has the impression that this is a punishment largely used to settle an individual score, a reparation one girl must make for committing some trespass against another. Whereas she – she has upset the whole of the class. And surely, surely, they could not force her to drink the piss of a dozen, a score, maybe even twenty-nine other girls?

She is jolted out of her introspection by the sound of a whimper. It reaches her from somewhere across the aisle. She does not know which bed, or which girl, it comes from.

Across the aisle from Clare Davenport, Abigail Morgan is feeling low. It is now seven months and fifteen days since Abi last masturbated; and unless a miracle is to happen it will be ten months and fifteen days until her sentence is over and she will be allowed to masturbate again. Not that she usually thinks in this way. For there are three unwritten but cardinal rules the girls in Hazely Reform School follow. The first: you never sneak. No matter what anyone does to you, you never, ever, go to a Warden. If you do, the nigh-time Dormitory punishments will seem like children’s games compared to what will happen to you.

Rule number two: you never cheek, argue with or disobey a Warden. This is not always easy to keep.

And konya escort rule number three: you never think about the long stretch of time that lies ahead. Rather, you take each day as it comes. And at the end of each day you tell yourself that is one more day you have got through.

Normally Abi follows rule number three. But today is her nineteenth birthday, and she is feeling sentimental and sorry for herself. Not than many people know it’s her birthday, for birthdays are not celebrated or even acknowledged in Hazely Reform School. But Abi knows: and she cannot help thinking back a year, and remembering how different her eighteenth birthday had been.

She had spent much of it in bed with her boyfriend Tom, fucking and drinking champagne and fucking again. And again. And later, when she was so fucked she would have agreed to anything, allowing herself to be persuaded that robbing a Post Office was a good way of getting money for a deposit on their own flat.

Tom is no longer her boyfriend. Currently he is serving five years in an adult prison, and when she thinks of him at all she does so with hate. He has got her into this mess. And, whilst she doesn’t know much about conditions in a men’s prison, she doesn’t suppose his genitals are kept under lock and key as are hers. She hates him and resents him.

But she misses his cock inside her, filling her up, making her body ripple with pleasure. And the only thing she had had inside her during the last seven months and fifteen days (apart from Matron’s fingers during her medical) is a tampon.

So she feels sorry for herself; and inadvertently emits a small whimper into her pillow.

This is the whimper that Clare has heard. She stiffens for a moment and holds her breath: is this the signal that they are coming for her? But the sound dies away and is not repeated, and she breaths again. The night is like that: a medley of faint sounds, sounds of girls stirring and turning over, of coughs and sighs, the occasional snore, the cry of somebody having a nightmare.

Then she hears another sound, a whisper only but quite distinctive, the sound of her name being called.

“Clare,” she hears a second time: “Are you awake?”

It is Tina Dukes, the girl in the next bed, whispering to her. Tina is Clare’s most devoted friend: if one girl can be guaranteed to support her tonight it is Tina.

“Yes,” Clare whispers back.

“I thought you would be,” Tina whispers. “Oh Clare – it was awful what happened to you today.”

“Yes,” whispers Clare distractedly: the last thing she wants is to relive that again. “Tina – do you know what they’re going to do to me?”

“No,” whispers Tina. Then, her voice rising almost out of a whisper, she says fiercely:

“But I’ll stop them – really I will.”

At this Clare smiles indulgently: the idea of the diminutive Tina being able to overpower or even influence girls like Donna May and Ruth Bowers is preposterous – though that would not have stopped Tina from trying.

“Thanks,” whispers Clare. “But I don’t want a rumpus. Best to just get it over with.”

“But it’s so unfair,” hissed Tina. “It wasn’t your fault we were all kept in.”

“That’s not how the others see it,” says Clare.

“Would you like a cuddle?” asks Tina.

Clare hesitates: she would have loved a cuddle just then. But the others will be coming for her any time now: and if they find Tina in her bed it will only complicate things.

“Best not,” she whispers back.

“Hold my hand then,” whispers Tina. So Clare stretches out her hand between the two beds, gropes in the dark for a moment, then finds the other girl’s hand and takes it in her own, drawing comfort from the contact and the warmth.

“Thank you,” she says.

Clare had first become friends with Tina some three weeks before, just after Tina had arrived. She was a small, undernourished-looking girl, with wispy, ash-blond hair, quite pretty in a smudged sort of way. The oldest of four children, she’d led a difficult life, with a lot of family and financial problems: and when one day, on the bus into town, she had spotted a purse lying exposed on the top of a shopping bag she had taken it impulsively. Believing herself unobserved she had gone down the stairs intending to get off at the next stop. But though the bus stopped the doors did not open: not until several minutes had passed and two police officers were waiting to greet her.

For whilst the owner of the bag had not spotted the theft, the bus driver, through his periscope mirror, had.

So Tina was now spending four months of her life in Hazely Reform School.

And though she was an inoffensive girl with a heart of gold, these qualities had not stopped her from incurring the wrath of Miss Bulstrode, on only her third day inside. Her crime: asking another girl for help when she lost her page. Her punishment: two strokes of the riding crop on her bare bottom in front of the class.

“And kuşadası escort consider yourself getting off lightly,” Miss Bulstrode had said. “Next time it will be three.”

That night Clare had heard her sobbing in the next bed. The pain from the riding crop was still biting into her buttocks, and she could not sleep. She felt miserable, lonely and humiliated. She was crying as much for her siblings, left behind, as for herself.

It was not uncommon for girls to sob themselves to sleep on the first few days after their arrival. But this sobbing seemed to go on and on. Clare’s heart went out to the new girl. She was gathering herself to say something, some words of comfort, when she heard a voice from the far side of Tina’s bed.

“Shut that bloody racket or I’ll give you something to cry for!”

That decided Clare: she slid out of her own bed, and onto the edge of the bed next to her.

In doing so she was taking an enormous risk. Occasionally there were spot checks on the Dormitory, when a Warden would materialise out of nowhere, waving a torch, scanning the beds, checking to make sure everybody and everything was in place. To be caught out of bed, or in the bed of another girl, was to be in serious trouble. Not the sort of trouble that was dealt with by a few strokes of the crop or the cane, but the sort which got you a public flogging in the gymnasium. The sort which, when Clare thought about it, made her white with fear.

But she could not harden her heart against such distress. Breaking Reformatory rules for the first time, she placed her hand on the back of the sobbing girl’s head.

“It’s all right,” she said, comfortingly. The girl turned her head at this – even in the dark Clare could see her hair plastered across her face by her tears – took Clare’s hand in her own and lay her wet head against Clare’s forearm. Clare put her other arm around the girl’s shoulders. Then she shivered, for it was cold in the Dormitory.

“Would you like a cuddle?” she whispered in the girl’s ear.

The girl seemed too distressed to speak; but she slid back in the bed, all the time keeping hold of Clare’s hand. And so Clare slipped in beside her and the two of them huddled up together. Then, with her head on Clare’s chest and Clare’s arms around her, the new girl sobbed herself to sleep.

For some time Clare lay with her, holding her, feeling the warmth of her body, feeling her body gradually relax. The girl, though she was small and thin, had large breasts, which pressed through the flimsy night-dresses, against Clare’s own, slightly smaller ones. And as she spread comfort to the girl, Clare found herself comforted, her own concerns and worries also ebbing away. It felt so good, so nurturing, to be able to comfort another girl. Unconsciously she stroked the other girl’s back, and the other girl shifted in her sleep and nuzzled into Clare. For an hour, maybe two, Clare lay there, her breathing synchronising with that of the sleeping girl. And when the girl turned over, and curled into Clare like a spoon – flinching as her smarting bottom grazed Clare’s thighs – she took Clare’s hand and held it over one of her breasts.

And in the morning, long after Clare had safely returned to her own bed, the new girl – Tina – looked into Clare’s eyes with such gratitude that Clare knew she had been right to risk the worst punishment Hazely had to offer.

“Thank you,” Tina mouthed, as the girls took off their night-dresses and Miss McCloud walked up the aisle unlocking chastity belts. “You saved my life.”

All that some five weeks back. Since when, though they had not dared to share a bed again, a bond had grown between the two girls that on Tina’s part could only be described as love. She thought Clare was wonderful: the kindest, most beautiful and intelligent person she had ever met. She would do anything for Clare, seize any opportunity to repay her.

But even Tina knows that, despite her protestations to the contrary, there is nothing she can do against Donna May, Ruth Bowers, and who knew how many more angry girls hell-bent on revenge.

For the time being the two girls hold hands. Time passes, but the girls are not allowed watches and in the darkness it is impossible to keep track of time.

Across the aisle, at some distance from the beds of Clare Davenport and Tina Dukes, a girl is stirring. Her name is Donna May. She is a tall, strong girl with black hair and a chipped front tooth. She has a reputation for hardness because she glassed a girl in a pub – a scheming bitch who had stolen Donna’s boyfriend. She is not really that hard: the glassing was an impulsive, drunken act. But she knows her way around a fight, and she likes to cultivate the image of hardness for the power it gives her over the other girls. Her face is set, now, intent on what she is about to do.

She slides out of bed and kneels down on the cold floor as though she is about to pray. But she is not about to pray. Rather, she reaches between the mattress and bed-springs, and removes something she has kept hidden there.

Then she rises and, feeling her way carefully in the dark, arrives at a bed just two beds down the aisle from her own, where she lays a hand on the shoulder of a recumbent girl.

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You might find it strange that a young female would post anything in the “Gay Male” category but I had to share an experience I had with my boyfriend when I was a freshman in college. It was something I would have never suspected, yet at first, I felt betrayed but I also was extremely aroused. Many guys love girl on girl sex so we girls can enjoy a little guy on guy sex now and then. I had all these feelings overwhelm me and hopefully they will you as well.

Now in graduate school, I feel I am wiser to the world but I was naïve when I came to college as a bright hazel-eyed, 19 year old, dirty blonde. I stood 5’6 and weighed 120 fit pounds thanks to my enthusiasm for working out. I dated a few guys in high school but never had a connection like I did with James when I got to USC. He was a swimmer on the team and a senior. James was 6’3, weighed 180 pounds of lean muscle, wore his blonde hair in a short faux hawk, and an overall sweet guy.

I met him at a party within the first week I arrived and we just meshed. He was really the first boyfriend who genuinely listened and made the effort to connect with me emotionally. That connection made our love making sessions amazing. We would go at it for hours and he would make sure I had many orgasms before it ended. James was a pre-med major, had a good family, so with all those qualities, I thought I had found “the one” at the beginning of my college career.

James was renting a small, single, two-story townhouse just a couple miles off campus. I was living in the dorms but was basically staying at his house three or four nights a week. We actually knew each other’s schedule better than we knew our own. On Wednesday evenings, James worked a four hour internship at a local hospital while I was attending a three hour lab as part of my Chemistry class.

It was early November and just before I left my dorm room to attend lab, the class received a mass email informing us that the lab had been cancelled. Knowing that I had some time before James was finished, I put my hair up, put on my leggings, sports bra, socks and tennis shoes for a late afternoon jog. My plan was to run the two miles to his place, shower and fix dinner for him for when he returned from the hospital. I situated my phone so that I could listen to music and with earbuds in place, I was off.

Just a few blocks from James’s house and almost finished with my cardio workout, my phone rang. I was surprised when I saw on the caller ID that it was James because he wasn’t allowed to use his phone when working. I stopped and slide my finger across it to see what was up while wiping the sweat from my face with the opposite hand.

Out of breath, I answered, “Hi you.”

There was no response on the other end but I could hear a couple of guys talking in the background when I asked, “Hello? James are you there?”

I knew right away he had pocket-dialed me and I yelled out a few more times to get James’s attention. With still no answer, I was about to hang it up when I distinctly heard one of the guys say, “…get my dick sucked.” The other male voice laughed and said, “We have come to the right place.”

That was so bizarre and it was on James’s phone. I thought, “Why would someone say that at the hospital?”

I kept the phone on and tried to listen to more of the dialogue as I started running to his house. In a couple of minutes I get to James’s driveway and his car along with a couple more vehicles are parked there. Now I was starting to get angry, thinking he was either having a party with girls present or he was cheating on me with a double date couple. I wasn’t sure what to think.

With the phone in hand, I was not going to let him off that easy and I planned to catch him in the act. The townhouse was designed with the bedroom upstairs while the open concept living room and kitchen were downstairs. Along the side of the house were wooden stairs leading up to a small deck attached outside of the sliding glass doors that led to the bedroom. I slowly crept up those stairs only to see between the opened blinds, inside the bedroom, that nobody was in there. The bed was made and I used the key stored inside my bra, to enter. Quietly sliding the door closed, I tiptoed through the bedroom and into the upper hallway, located above the downstairs living area like a balcony. That is when I could hear the voices and I knelt down beside the artificial tree located at the beginning of the safety rails lining the hallway.

With a birds-eye view, I witnessed through the spindles, my boyfriend sitting on the edge of his couch with a young guy wearing a high school letter jacket, standing in front of him. The 18 year old boy had his pants down around his ankles and a fully clothed James had both hands around his ass, moving his head in and out, sucking his hard cock. From my side angle, I could see that James was deepthroating what looked to be about a seven incher. There were three other guys casually standing around, patiently awaiting their turn and one of them was also wearing ısparta escort the exact letter jacket as the one getting blown.

In shock, I sat down for a second. I didn’t know if I should be totally upset, angry, or what? On one hand, James had lied to me and is getting sexual with somebody else but on the other hand, it was with guys and I could not help getting a gooey twitch in my vagina from such a hot sight. On occasion, I would actually masturbate to guy on guy porn and here I was witnessing it, not only in real life, but an actual boyfriend who I know intimately.

I got back to my knees and slowly put my head through the fake branches to peer downward. Scanning the room, I saw James’s phone sitting on the table next to the lamp which reminded me that I was audibly connected even though I could hear their voices echoing throughout the room. My pussy was soaked and I decided I wasn’t going to interrupt the gay peep show but use it to get myself off. I put my phone up to my ear so I could improve the sound.

The boy getting sucked, put his hands to each side of James’s head like he was holding it steady just before his upper body hunched forward over top James. He was grunting and shaking which told me he was cumming in James’s mouth. James kept sucking, allowing the high schooler to finish without interruption. When done, the boy pulled is saliva covered cock out of my boyfriend’s mouth and with his jeans still bunched around his ankles, shuffled off to the side, allowing one of his buddies to step in.

The guy in the striped shirt laughed while asking, “Was that good, Gary?”

Those words established the first guy in the letter jacket was Gary and he exhaled his response with a glazed look in his eyes, “Whew! Oh, yeah. It was damn good! Your turn, dude.”

I had to agree with him that it was “damn good.” It was damn good to watch and I needed to get my fingers to my pussy. James swallowed his load like I always do with him. I was proud that I had taught him well. While Gary was pulling up his pants, striped shirt boy was in front of James, pulling his shorts down to his knees. This gave me an opportunity to do the same. I slid my leggings and panties down far enough to allow me to spread my legs. While on my knees, I could feel my squishy lips ready for action. When my middle finger touched my clit, I just about came right there.

Striped shirt boy was taller so James had to scoot more to the edge of the couch in order to get the boy’s now hard cock, in his mouth. That dick looked big and judging by James’s ability to get about half of it in his mouth, confirmed my assumption. The muscular guy who was letter jacket wearer number two, took his pants completely off, stroking his cock, nonverbally telling the fourth boy, he was next in line.

That muscular boy then requested, “Hurry up, man. I’m fuckin horny and need to get out of here.”

James was now sucking striped shirt boy in the same manner he did Gary as James held onto his ass cheeks for leverage. That guy let out a slow moan, “Ohhhh fuck. Hang on dude, this ain’t gonna take long, I promise ya.”

It wasn’t easy holding my phone in one hand and trying to masturbate with the other, all-the-while, trying to not be seen by the group. I felt a small orgasm twitch through me but that was just the beginning. I needed a couple of strong ones. Gary was now disinterested as he played on his phone, waiting for his friend to get off in my boyfriend’s mouth.

Just then, striped shirt boy growled, “Oh fuck! I’m fuckin cummin! Yeahhhhhhh! Oh, damn! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuckk!”

That put me over the edge and my legs clenched up around my hand in a powerful spasm. Oh, it felt incredible! I stifled my own loud growl. The striped shirt boy, put one hand on top of James’s head, pulled his cock out of his mouth and squeezed the shaft before putting it back in James’s mouth to suck out that last drop. I couldn’t believe how much and how long he came. It was nearly thirty seconds for him to completely finish. When he stepped away, it took less than a second for him to pull his shorts up like he was at a sex vending machine.

James swallowed the massive load of sperm and asked the remaining two who both now had their pants off, “Who’s next? Let me see your IDs first.”

Wanting to see those, conveyed two things to me. First, the two remaining boys were unknown to James and second he was playing it safe to make sure they were 18 years old. At least he was playing it safe. Both guys handed James their licenses like James was a bartender at a local pub. He handed them back. Meanwhile, Gary and the striped shirt wearing second guy blown, opened the door and headed out but not before Gary blurted, “See ya next Wednesday.”

That left the muscular letter jacket wearer and the skinny glasses wearing boy. The muscular guy was more a dominant personality type when he tapped James on the shoulder, “Dude, trade me places. I want to sit down for this.”

James stood up from his couch as the jacket kars escort wearing boy who was naked from the waist down, plopped down like he was at home. He put his hands behind his head in a casual manner and spread his legs. James was down on his knees and immediately engulfed his stiff 6 inches. The boy cocked his head back and closed his eyes for a moment completely enjoying the head James was giving him.

“Oh, dude. That is the shit right there. You are better than my girlfriend,” moaned the boy.

I could hear wet slurping on that guy’s cock every time James went down. When James had the cock completely buried down his throat then used his tongue on boy’s balls, I almost giggled because he was stealing my move. James was very good at it so at least he had been paying attention when I sucked him off. When James began bobbing his head quicker in the boy’s lap, the boy’s mouth was hanging open like he was getting close. His lower jaw began to quiver as did my pussy. I was rubbing my clit, up and down with lightning speed.

The boy broke his hands behind his own head and pushed James’s head down on his cock while yelling, “I’m cummin! Stay down on it! Ohhhh, fuck! Stay down! Stay down! Augghhh!”

Holding my boyfriend’s head in place so that he could not move, the muscular high schooler emptied his balls into James’s mouth. Just then I had the most powerful orgasm of the afternoon to that point. I clamped my mouth together, shaking my head, trying not to make a noise. When I gained my own composure, the muscular high schooler had already gotten up, was wiping his cock with a hand towel and the skinny boy had taken his place on the couch.

As the muscular jacket wearer was putting his pants back on, he ordered the skinny boy, “Hurry up and blow your load. I need to get goin.”

The skinny boy had a long thin cock that I would estimate at least 8 inches. James held it by the base and pointed it straight to the ceiling before he licked the head, enthusiastically cleaning off the precum. The boy’s eyes were wide as saucers, telling me that this might have been his first sexual encounter. As soon as James slid his lips down the shaft, the boy began coughing and squirming on the couch.

Not long after the sucking started, the skinny boy gasped while clenching his fists out to his sides, “Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Within a minute the boy was already cumming into James’s mouth. The muscular jacket wearing boy hadn’t even had a chance to put on his second tennis shoe when his head snapped to see the action, “Damn dude, that was quick as shit. That was your first blowjob, wasn’t it?” The muscular boy then laughed while tying his second shoe, “At least you got that taken care of. Let’s bolt.”

The skinny boy continued to gasp as did I with my final orgasm. I dipped my finger deep into my vagina and wiggled it while I spasmed. James got up and handed the skinny boy the hand towel to wipe off James’s saliva. The skinny boy took it but seemed to be moving in slow motion, trying to recover from that burst of pleasure he just received. Finally, he stood up, wiped his hanging dong, and began to dress his lower half.

After the skinny boy was dressed, both boys left the house without saying a word like two criminals leaving the scene of a crime. I pulled my tights up, adjusted the thong that was now longed in my ass crack, not really knowing what James was going to do next. I hung the phone up and exited back out through the bedroom and the patio door. Knowing that James’s “working at the hospital,” ruse wasn’t supposed to end for a couple more hours, I called a friend to pick me up and take me back to my dorm.

While showering, I couldn’t get the thought of my 23 year old boyfriend pleasuring younger boys. He was so good at cock sucking that it made me wonder just how long he had been doing it. I had so many questions built up in my mind, “Was he gay? If he was, then why did we have such a great relationship with amazing sex? Should I confront him? Should I be upset with myself because I wasn’t upset with his actions?”

I kept it a secret and when it was time, I dressed a little provocative, then drove to his house and upon entering, I asked, “How was the hospital?”

He was also showered with a change of clothing and smiled, “Oh, you know…the usual James get me this and James get me that. You look great by the way.”

I smiled back, “Thank you.” Then I asked, “Anything unusual happen tonight?”

He looked puzzled before answering, “No…same ole.”

I was still extremely horny and I sensed he was as well. We embraced in a nice long kiss. As we made out, my only thought was that I was kissing the guy’s mouth who had exploding cocks in it just a couple of hours ago. That only made my lust for him skyrocket. I began unbuckling his pants and he lifted my blouse up over my head. Within seconds we were both naked and ready for action. His 7 inch, uncircumcised cock was so hard, it looked purple.

Carrying me, then laying me on kastamonu escort the couch, James climbed on top, slid his rock hard dick in my pussy and began to fuck me like he was angry. Feeling those inches slam deep in my vagina, not to mention those balls slapping my ass was just what I needed after witnessing that guy on guy scene. I wanted to talk dirty about it but I didn’t feel it was the right time.

I was already orgasming, “Oh my god! I’m cumming! Oh, yes baby! Just like that. Don’t stooooooop!”

His ass was moving up and down, driving his hard cock in me like we both hadn’t had sex in years. When I would fantasize that I was him and he was one of those guys fucking him, I would have another climax. I must have cum three or four times before he screamed while releasing his pent up sperm deep into my womb. I could feel that he had released a large amount of seed inside me.

James was panting when he stood up. His cock had not deflated any. It was still as hard as before we started. We went into the bedroom and fucked for much of the evening. We were doing it in every position and I ended up having double digit orgasms. James cum three times! If it weren’t for friction starting to wear my pussy out, he could have went longer.

As we were dressing, that is when it dawned on me that many of our incredible sex sessions were on Wednesday evenings. I put two and two together. Having sex with guys, made James incredibly horny and evidently watching him do it, also increased my libido. I was so close to telling him that I knew and didn’t care but now I wanted no part in ruining such a good thing, at least not at that time.

The next few days, I was consumed on a plan to watch James go at it with guys again. If I told him, I felt confident that he would let me watch but I also felt that it was more natural and dirty if he didn’t know that I was watching. I think part of the allure was that I was like a fly on the wall and he would just be himself. The next several days, I masturbated to guy on guy porn. I couldn’t get enough of it.

The next Wednesday, I was willing to miss my lab just to watch James have gay sex again. I stayed all night with him on Tuesday just to make sure I had access to the glass doors leading to the high rise deck. With key in hand, I headed out to my Wednesday morning classes. We kissed and I could not concentrate on anything else all day long. I felt like a child wishing the day away in order to open presents on Christmas.

Finally, the time had come. It was time for James to “go to the hospital” and me to my lab. However, I needed to be prepared. It was so difficult to masturbate last time while wearing leggings so this time I put on a flimsy skirt with no panties along with my low-cut, sky blue, Chuck Taylors for stealth. I would have to rely solely on my ability to hear the conversation from the balcony even though I thought about concealing a baby monitor but decided against it. I also needed a little more “kick” for masturbating but could not risk a vibrator noise, so I took along my hooked-end pink gel dildo. I was confident it could do the trick.

I sat in my car down the street from James’s house, playing with my pussy lips as I watched the first vehicle pull in. Four young men got out and walked into the front door. I couldn’t tell if any of them were the same guys from the previous week but I did see that two of them were wearing their letter jackets. Before I made my move, a truck pulled in and two more guys got out and also entered the front.

I didn’t want to be caught, yet I didn’t want to miss anything so I left my car and on foot, cut through a couple of yards so that I could arrive at the stairs, through the back of the town house. I once again, gently negotiated up the steps, through the sliding glass doors, though the bedroom and to the artificial tree only this time I had conveniently placed a small wooden step next to it. It was one of those steps used to reach up into a closet but I was going to sit on it comfortably.

Peeking my head through the vegetation, I could see all the high school 18 year old teens getting ready, causally talking among each other. I wished I had the phone to increase audibility because some of the casual sidebar conversations I could not hear. Three of the four guys that were in attendance the previous week were present. I could see the muscular guy still wearing his jacket, Gary who was also wearing his jacket, and the tall skinny virgin boy who wore glasses. The three additional guys were a short baby-faced boy, a chunky boy with a buzzed haircut and lanky black guy with an afro.

I just about lost it, when James began to take his pants off before asking, “Who is going first?”

Gary said, “Drew can go first, then Chandler.”

A few of the high schoolers were also taking their pants off but leaving their shirts on. I know it sounds cliché but James was wearing the Under Armor athletic supporter jock that I had bought him for his birthday, to keep his package contained. He also had a large sheet draped over the couch for mess protection. James got on all fours with the muscular boy who I now knew was Drew, from the previous Wednesday, getting on his knees in front of him. Drew took the back of James’s head and forced him down on his cock.

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I’m shaking inside desperately trying to stay calm but my body is giving me away, my breathing is heavy and the rising and falling of my thrust-up cleavage is driving me crazy as it rubs against the low cut dress I chose to wear this evening, as for my panties, what there is of them are soaking wet.

Why am I this nervous wreck: well it came about after Daniel, my lover for the past 6 months gave me a thoroughly good spanking following a night of debauchery. Seeing that I enjoyed the spanking so much and knowing that my birthday was soon approaching he started a ‘Truth or Dare’ session in order to determine the limits of my possible submissiveness.

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The three large glasses of wine during dinner hadn’t helped to settled my nerves. Normally after that many glasses I’d be under the table by now but my adrenalin level is that high its feels as if I could drink forever. We’ve never done anything like this before. I’m using the term ‘We’ve’ for Daniel still isn’t fully unaware of my past and what he’s got planned may even take me into new territory.

Friday night and the bar to our hotel in Antibes is heaving. A mixture of business people and tourists have filled the bar area almost to overflowing. Hoping to deter any lecherous advances, Daniel practically shouted that he’ll “Be back in a few minutes”, as he left me siting at the bar looking into another glass of wine.

For the evening I’m wearing a little ‘just above the knee’ black lace type dress with a plunging neckline, some ridiculously expensive Agent Provocateur underwear which Daniel had bought as a birthday present along with 3-inch black patent heels, not quiet in ‘the fuck me’ style, but enough to show off my legs plus some expensive jewellery. Looking into the mirror behind the bar the thought of “Yes…you’re one smoking hot lady,” comes to mine.

For what seemed a terrifying eternity I sat waiting for the message from Daniel which would kick-off tonight’s proceedings: I don’t know what he had arranged, in fact I don’t want to know. I don’t even want to think about it. Even so I could feel a sexual urge slowly creeping through my body, a certain wettest began seeping between my legs and I could distinctly smell my arousal as it rose between the valley of my breasts. God, I need some form of distraction.

I spot a group of businessmen further down the bar. One’s smiling at me, the others are leering, undressing me with their eyes. I give them a long hard stare; they sheepishly look away slapping ‘smiler’ on the shoulder uttering something along the lines of ‘Hard Luck’. Suddenly my mobile rang then vibrated against the bar causing me to jump. With un-sure hands, I try to pick it up, still shaking I fumble with the buttons then desperately try to read its message.

It took several attempts for my sozzled brain to read what was written, once my brain understood what he had written, I took a deep breath, dropped the phone into my purse; seeing that I was about to leave the group of businessman had all turned to watch me as I very elegantly tried to slide off of the bar stool without my dress riding up too high. I ignored them as I began to navigate my way away from of the bar but no one would make way, in squeezing through the boisterous crowd some would look down my chest, which to me is a joke for having lost so much weight I’m now only a ‘B’ cup but in my efforts to squeeze through I am sure several of them traced a hand or two across my arse and other parts of my body.

Thankfully still intact I reached the lift, its open door beckoned me so I walk in then frantically press 7 repeatedly, hoping no one else got in. Under stark lighting I stare at my reflection until with a jolt I’m back to reality for I had reached our floor. Taking a deep breath, I exited the lift then with a confident face but swaying body I walked down a seemingly never ending corridor. Once outside our suite I slid my key-card into the lock. No go so I tried it again, after several attempts the door finally opens.

Before me is the bedroom door which is closed, which according to Daniel’s text I must not enter. ‘Shit’ I mutter to myself for I badly need a change of panties. Looking around I see a birthday card lying on the coffee table, I picked it up, read it then chuckled to myself as I read the attached note for it read, “No…you cannot change your panties – Love Daniel”. He knows me so well. Next to the card was a leather blindfold. Looking around the room I noticed that Daniel had rearranged the furniture. The two seater leather sofa and two matching comfortable chairs were now arranged in a horseshoe facing the large panoramic glass windows. Normally we would have a fantastic view looking out to sea but all I now see is my own reflection and a streak of moonlight stretching far across the water.

I am both terrified and excited in equal measures for now it has begun….I take one last look at my reflection, then facing towards the bedroom I and trying not to mess up my hair I now put on gaziantep escort the blindfold. With arms out-stretched I walk forward, find then open the bedroom door and enter. Further to his instructions I have to close the door behind me then step back until I feel the edge of the bed.

I notice that this room is warm. My heart rate accelerates possibility to the quantity of drink in my system. In the eerie silence even my heartbeat becomes deafening. Also now devoid of sight I’m struggling to stay upright. The English expression for this would be that of being “Thoroughly Pissed”.

As time passes I become more calm. Suddenly I hear a key-card in the door. Someone has opened the outer room, soon I heard footsteps approaching then the bedroom door opens. It’s my beloved Daniel for I can smell his aftershave. He whispers if I am OK, I nod as I am not allowed to speak. He then reminds me we can stop at any time I only have to say the word. Gently he cups my face in both his hands then gives me a slow passionate kiss, as I start to melt he leads me into the outer room. Trapped within another slow passionate kiss we hear a tap at the door. Daniel utters a very quiet “Ready” then moves away. My excitement builds.

Someone else has entered our room. I first smell aftershave and it isn’t Daniel’s then I can smell perfume, I think it’s ‘White Linen’… Oh my god, what have I let myself in for? This isn’t what I expected, however their here now so I just remain silent.

I sense them circling me, for I can feel their breath upon my neck and body as they inhale my essence. Someone sits down on the leather chair to my left. Someone, I think it’s the man stands behind me and strokes my bare arm with which makes me jump causing goose-bumps all over my body. With both hands now he strokes both my bare arms. In my darkness I hear someone entering the bedroom. The man’s breathing is shallow. He is excited. Using both hands his fingers first rest then trail over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips and over my arse like a gentle massage then following the crease of my arse he trails upwards towards the small of my back then reaches around my waist before caressing my navel. Hearing me sigh he gently trails his fingers in a triangle formed by my navel, hip and mons before trailing them up to my breasts. My breasts are swollen and my nipples harden as he continues to caress my body. His gentle hands circle my neck. At first I tense up but then realising that he means no harm I slowly begin to relax. He senses this and continues to trace his fingers over my facial features.

Over his breathing I hear someone place things down on a table to my right.

My sudden loss of concentration causes me to jump for now he touches my arse then continues down the outside of my legs. On reaching my ankles he ever so slowly moves his hands up the insides of my legs. My heart starts to race. I fidget slightly, my god he is going to discover my soaking wet panties. He stops just short of the hem of my dress and runs his hands down the outside of my legs, then again up the inside ever so slowly. Without thinking I part my legs a little. Very quietly something is said but I cannot make-out what they are saying.

I jump again as his fingers gently stroke the area behind my ears then move slowly down my neck until he finds the zip to my dress. Very slowly he unzips the back of my dress all the way down to my arse. The air is electric. I can sense he is really excited. Now moving his hand up my bare back he slips the dress off of my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Those circling hands are back again gently caressing my body top to bottom. Now his hands expertly unclips my bra and with no shoulder straps to worry about he allows my balcony bra to fall to the floor, his breathing becomes heavy as his hands first cup my freed breasts then very gently and in a very subtle way scissor a nipple between his fingers as he holds my breasts in his trembling hands. After a few moments he gently removes one hand which now travels with purpose down my spine, between my arse cheeks before feeling the wet fabric of my panties. We gasp almost in unison. While this hand circles my anus his other hand then moves down my front and continues until it gently finds my soaking wet ‘camel-toe’. God, I am so wet. Something is said for his hands fall away then I think he sits down to my right. A rustle to my left alerts me to someone else getting up.

I can smell Daniel. He whispers if I’m OK, I give a simple nod then he removes my jewellery and helps me step out of my dress before moving away.

I hear another person get up. It’s a woman for I can distinctly smell her perfume. Yes, my guess was right…its White Linen, one I’m not particularly fond of for it always reminds me of old ladies in tweeds.

It’s amazing how the darkness has accentuated all my remaining senses for now I sense she is behind me. Before she’s even touches me I feel the heat from her hands as giresun escort she’s about to touch my shoulders, soon I feel her nails. A shiver runs through my body as she scrapes her nails down my back and over my arse. she repeats this again but harder and without care. These are bitchy nails. They claw at me. The mood is changing. Trapped in my darkness I remain still, but now my hands although by my sides are no longer relaxed they are tightly clenched into fists.

She moves to my front. Grabs my chin and pushes it upwards. she now runs her long nails down my neck and over my breast clawing at my skin. She makes sure a nail on each hand catches my nipples. I flinch but say nothing. Her ‘claws’ move down my front, down the outside of my legs to my ankles. she unceremoniously pushes my legs further apart causing me to almost topple over. My legs are now about two feet part as the bitch’s claws now travel up the inside of my legs to my wetness. Here they stop where she claws at my pussy through the sodden material.

Again something is said which I can’t quite hear. Suddenly she pulls my panties down. I gasp and utter at the same time for now they down to my knees, stretched to almost ripping point, thankfully she moves away, job done for the moment but I’ll be interested to hear what Daniel had to say about almost losing a pair of expensive panties.

I can smell Daniel. He again whispers if I’m “Ok” in my ear. I give a nervous nod. He helps me out of my panties and spreads my feet a little wider apart. He then gently guides my hands onto my head where I automatically interlock my fingers. All I have on now are my ‘heels’ and the blindfold which I am hiding behind.

The man returns. He caresses my body as before, gentle, soft, caring. Ok I get their game now, ‘good guy, ‘bad bitch’. He carefully fastens fur lined cuffs to my wrists and ankles then fits some sort of bar between my ankles, next he carefully fits a fur lined collar around my neck. From the back he stretches an arm through my legs until his hand almost reaches the middle of my tummy, then starting just above my clitoris, he drags a finger ever so slowly across it which makes me shudder. There’s a sudden release of wetness from between my legs as his finger first parts my pussy lips, then glides over my taint and back again.

My breathing is really ragged and heavy now, so too is his. His second pass follows the same route but this time his finger slowly traces its way to my anus, stopping there for a split second to apply just a little more pressure before continuing between the cheeks of my arse, up my back tracing over my spine before finishing at the collar. Ok I am properly wound up now. I am transforming from a terrified innocent to a wanton slut. I don’t care what they do but I need a release. He moves up and cups my breast then expertly rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumb. I instinctively curve my arse back towards his crouch. Surprisingly, I find him clothed but bearing a massive hard on.

A constant stream of juices are now running down the inside of my legs for I love my nipples being played with, in fact it’s as if they are connected directly to my pussy. I know Daniel and I decided that as this was our first time there would be no fucking involved but now I could fuck every cock in the hotel. I am that horny.

The man moves his fingers through my pussy a little harder one last time, to my anus where he then stops. Hearing my gasp, he then applied just enough pressure so his finger starts to slip in but not enough to actually penetrate me. Hearing another gasp, he withdraws his finger then continues to move through my arse cheeks and up my spine to my neck before moving away.

Now I’m a total wreck, my heart was racing ‘nine to the dozen’ but I sense bad ‘bitch’ is coming for not only I can hear the jingle of chains but I can smell that fucking perfume too, ggrrhh. With both hands she roughly pulls my hands from my head to behind my back. She lets go whereupon my hand falls a little. Without warning she slaps me hard on the left cheek of my arse. I quickly raise my hands to where she wanted. ‘Bitch’ then grabs them and using some chains she roughly secures the wrist cuffs to the back of my collar, this forces my head back which in turn thrusts my tits (Ha-Ha) forward. Now I am totally helpless and vulnerable to their games. This makes me apprehensive, vulnerable yet extremely excited.

Daniel again whispers if I’m OK, I give a nervous nod for now I am in new territory. BDSM in the past has never been my thing but with Daniel I feel totally safe.

‘Bitch’ now picks up something from the table, she traces it down my throat then firmly drags it across my breasts making sure my nipples feel its texture. As she traces it across my tummy I think it’s some form of paddle. Soon its traced down the inside of my right leg, gently she starts to alternately smack the inside of my lower legs. Rising higher the smacks get harder. Closer to my pussy the gümüşhane escort smacking becomes more intense and faster until she can go no further, now she turns it on edge and drags an indented side through my pussy, seeking some form of relief I bear down. As soon as I had done so I knew it’s was a mistake for it was quickly removed and my pussy is given a gentle slap with the paddle. Sensing my desire, she slaps me again but harder this time. Unintentionally I gave a little utter, again I receive a slap but harder still, now I am panting and pouting all at the same time. Thankfully she stops, then after a few seconds and without warning ‘Bitch’ rapidly slaps my pussy.

Oh my god I am in heaven. If she continues the gentle trickle which be the way is slowly filling my shoes will become a flood. Pouting and panting, I start to moan loudly. ‘Bitch’ instantly stops, throwing the paddle to the floor, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head sideways. Her breathing is hot and heavy; FUCK, this is even turning her on. ‘Bitch’ then grabs a nipple and using her nails pinches it hard then let’s go, she does the same to the other one. I scream as a surge on endorphins rush through my body quickly followed by my first squirt. At this point I’m struggling to breathe and my body began to have mild convulsions.

Releasing her hold on me she picks up another item from the table. I can smell sweat, sex and a hint of perfume close to my face. Forcing my jaws apart she pushes a ball of material into my mouth. Fuck it’s a pair of panties! Well it’s either mine or hers but I think their mine for they are cold, wet and carry a hint of my perfume.

‘Bitch’ now moves behind me. I can feel something swishing gently around my arse. I guess it’s some form of flogger, she sets to work on my back and arse. Progressively getting harder and harder. Again something is very softly said so she stops.

A hint of Daniel’s aftershaves tells me his close then he whispers if I’m Ok, I willingly nod, new territory or not I’m beginning to enjoy this.

‘Bitch’ moves to my front and slowly starts to work on my breasts, whipping each one in turn. My breasts are swollen and my nipples are like bullets, each hit against my nipples releases yet more fluid from between my legs. I’m beginning to like this but mustn’t let on. She moves behind me and begins to flick the flogger between my legs. Oh yes. Slowly getting to work on my pussy. The ends of the flogger just reach above my clitoris, Fuck I groaned. She moves to the front and again gets to work between my legs with the ends landing on my arse. I am in heaven. She stops then pulls the panties from my mouth. I gasp for breath as she moves away.

Now free of a gag I literally shout, “God I need to be fucked…I don’t care who…I just need to be fucked, anyone will do…If someone doesn’t fuck me soon I’ll go down stairs and fuck everyone in the bar, I don’t care who”. The room remains silent. What have I done?

Muffled words are said then I hear some movement, soon I smell Daniel he quickly whispers a “Well Done” then goes about removing the bar from between my legs, the ankle straps, collar and chains but using the clips on the wrist cuffs fastens my hands behind my back. Painfully I straighten up, it’s so good to be able to stand up straight. There is movement, a kind of rustling. Still in darkness Daniel moves me forward and gets me to kneel on the floor, I can smell the man. Someone pushes my head forward so that I am bent over with my face resting on the man’s lap.

He still has some form of clothing on but I can feel his massive erection beneath. I hear more shuffling then a cock slips into my wanton pussy, it’s got to be Daniel’s cock for we made a rule about no intercourse. Oh the joy, I truly need this, never had I ever wanted anything more. Starting real slow Daniel built up his momentum before slamming into me. I am lost in abandonment and without thinking I bite the man’s cock through the material. He grunts loudly. Shit I didn’t mean to do that. I can feel a both a warmth and dampness on my face. I think he has just come. This pushes me over the edge. I cum like a train and can’t stop. Wave after wave hits me like a rough sea against the rocks.

Daniel kisses my back then gently withdraws. I stay there gently coming down, my face still resting against the man’s now flaccid member. After what seemed an age Daniel moves me back so I’m resting on my haunches. More mutterings then the man gets up.

I can smell the woman. More mutterings then I feel her legs slipping either side of my body. Daniel begins to lower my head then stops. He pulls me back. The woman begins to shuffle again. Moments pass. Something is said. The woman shuffles around. I can smell her sex god it’s strong.

Daniel whispers “OK” in my ear. I nod. Ok for what though?

He slowly lowers my head onto her lap, ‘Bitch’ shuffles even more. she has no panties on so my face hits her coarse pubic hair. Now if there’s one thing a hate it’s a woman who doesn’t look after her lower regions. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her sex, not only does she push but she rubs her sex with my face. Thankfully I’m now on home territory, not eager to show my hand I begin to make a real hash of it.

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I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about the same thing.

An hour later and Phil had left for work. I myself worked at home for a few hours before leaving to attend a conference in the afternoon. I think it would have been a little weird to see Helena in work and to think that I had been fucking her only a few hours earlier. I’m sure I would have had the temptation to call her into my office and instruct her to lift her skirt so that I could lick her pussy!

*******

That was yesterday and now I find myself heading into work for the last day of the week. My day was scheduled to be quiet and I was hoping that nothing urgent would require my attention because I had work to prepare for the following week.

I arrived at the office, coffee and morning paper in hand, and strode confidently into the elevator. As the car rode up I found it impossible not to think about seeing Helena in the office, and the secret that we had shared a few days ago. As I exited the elevator I found myself looking for Helena. As I walked past her empty desk on the way to my office I noticed that she was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I remembered that there was an internal training day, something that I had somehow managed to avoid attending, and that Helena must be up in the conference room as part of this.

I opened my office door and immediately took my coat off, throwing it casually over one of the chairs in my office. There was already a pile of mail on my desk, as well as a Fedex parcel addressed to me. I sank back into my chair and attacked the letters before me, leaving the parcel until last. Five minutes later and I was fumbling with the parcel, trying to get through the sticky tape used to seal it.

Finally, I fought my way inside and found a little note on top of something wrapped in black tissue paper. It read;
Kate,

Time for another day of fun!

Phil.
Thoughts of what my husband had in store for me now sent feelings of excitement and trepidation coursing through my body. Was I game for another day of sexual excitement/frustration? The feeling in my pussy decided that I was and it made my heart beat faster.

I hurriedly opened the tissue paper, expecting to find my latex panties, but what I found was quite different. There appeared to be panties of some kind, although on closer inspection it looked like a chastity belt.

Aware of my office door being open I hid the box under the desk, placing it on my lap. I turned to my computer and entered the screen saver password (the computers in our office are always left on). I went through the usual routine of checking my e-mail, all the while thinking about Phil’s little present that was sitting on my lap.

After reading the important messages I stood up and made my way towards my open office door, hiding the parcel behind my back. I made sure that my way to the toilets was clear of people who might possibly interrupt my journey and was about to set off.

‘You have mail,’ sounded my computer. My first reaction was to go back to the computer but I decided to take my chance to slip on Phil’s present. I walked quickly and within seconds I was inside one of the toilet cubicles.

I sat down and lifted my present out of the box. I held it up before me and found that the chastity belt was very similar to my latex panties. The belt was made of leather and was thicker and more rigid than latex. The inside of the belt had a six-inch dildo and a butt plug that looked larger than the one on my latex panties.

I could feel my pussy flooding with the anticipation of slipping the two toys inside me. I had no option but to satisfy my desire. I stood up and inched up my black, knee-length skirt until it was around my waist. I swiftly removed my white lace panties, which by now were a little moist with pussy juices, and placed them in the empty Fedex parcel. I lifted up the leather belt one last time before I put it on. ‘Today is going to be interesting’, I thought to myself.

I brought the butt plug up to my pussy, teasing my clit a little with the black tip before plunging it inside my pussy. After ensuring that the plug was coated in my juices I moved the panties behind me. The front of the belt was unconnected and I passed it through my legs with ease, feeling the leather strap begin to slide in between my ass crack. I lined up the butt plug and eased it into my ass. It stretched my puckered hole wider than I’m sure it’s ever been before, but it soon went in me up to the hilt. This butt plug was definitely bigger than the one I’d been used to with my latex panties.

Next came the dildo, and again I teased erzincan escort my clit with the tip. I moved the dildo to my wet hole and inserted just the tip inside, teasing myself further. At the same time I played with my clit and I knew that I could so easily cum within minutes. I resisted the temptation and eased the dildo fully inside. It combined with the butt plug to make sure that I was in heaven.

The front of the leather belt was wider than the rear part, just like a pair of thong panties would be. The front section had two metal loops attached, one onto the upper corner of each side of the leather. I brought the leather straps around my waist and I figured out what was to happen now.. These straps had several holes in, all trimmed with metal. I fitted the metal loops on the front panel through a hole on each side, making sure that the leather was as tight as possible. I looked back into the parcel and sure enough there were two small padlocks inside. I picked up the first padlock and slid it through the first of the metal loops, snapping the lock shut. I did the same with the second padlock. The result was a chastity belt that was fastened firmly in place to prevent my wandering fingers from touching myself and it was definitely not coming off without a key for the padlocks.

I placed my hand over the front of the leather where the dildo entered my pussy. I pushed hard against it and felt the dildo move in response.

Just then voices entered the toilets and my mind raced away from the feelings in my pussy and ass. I pulled my skirt down, ensuring that I looked just as I did when I had entered the toilets. I waited in the cubicle until I heard two of the other cubicle doors shut and then quickly exited my cubicle and the toilets. On the way back to my office I struggled to walk normally because with each stride my butt plug and dildo shifted positions and set off mini explosions of delight within me.

I sat back down at my desk, enjoying the feeling of both my pussy and ass being filled a little further with the pressure of my chair against the bases of my toys. I could also feel the leather of the belt rubbing against my clit, the juices spilling from my pussy making it all the more easier for this to occur.

I turned to my computer and clicked on the new message that had arrived just before I had left for the toilets. Whilst I waited for it to appear I placed the empty parcel into one of my desk drawers. When I looked back at the computer screen I saw that the e-mail was from Phil.
Hi, Honey,

Thanks for the present on my desk this morning. I’m wearing it as I write and it feels fantastic. Can’t wait until we get home so you can release me after a day of frustration!

Love you,

Phil.
At first I thought Phil’s e-mail odd. I even checked the date to make sure it wasn’t one he’d sent a few weeks ago. It wasn’t. It had today’s date on it and had only been sent five minutes ago. My second thought was ‘What present?’ And then my third thought was ‘Oh my god! We’ve both been tricked!’ I think I had known this straight away but I had tried desperately to prove myself mistaken.

It was then that I wished that I’d read the e-mail before I went to the toilets. Now it appeared that we were both ‘locked in’, as it were. Even more worrying was the fact that someone had set us both up.

My mind became frantic as it struggled to comprehend the situation that Phil and I were in. The question was, ‘Who?’

I think I had an answer straight away in Helena because she was the only one who knew that Phil and I had done this to each other in the past and that we both enjoyed teasing each other like this. I knew she was definitely a little kinky after the events of the other night, but I questioned whether or not she would do this. Given the evidence I had to assume that yes, she would. Or at least I prayed that she had. The only other problem was that I couldn’t get confirmation of this until lunch, when maybe I’d get the opportunity to speak to her.

The rest of the morning I struggled to keep my mind on my work. My concentration kept drifting to Helena. I must have asked myself a hundred times whether she would have done something like this. My concentration also kept drifting down to my butt plug and dildo, who kept informing me of their presence. I decided against writing an e-mail to Phil to tell him about our slight problem.

At one point, with my office door firmly shut, I made a serious attempt of trying to bring myself off. I had tried to slip a finger under the leather to reach my clit, but found the leather to be too tight against my mound. I also tried to rock back and forth so I could fuck myself with my two toys but it wasn’t enough to bring me off. It seemed as though I was destined to be left on the edge of orgasm.

Lunchtime eventually came and I looked hopefully from my office as the people from the training day came spilling erzurum escort out of the elevator. I had almost given up hope when, thankfully, Helena strode casually out of the elevator, across the office towards her desk.

I made up my mind to give her five minutes before asking her to come into my office.

Five minutes passed painfully slow, but within seconds I had punched in the numbers of the phone extension on Helena’s desk.

“Hello?” answered Helena.

“Hi, Helena, it’s Kate. Could you come in here a minute?”

“Sure,” replied Helena.

Within seconds Helena was closing my office door behind her. I offered her a seat across from my desk.

“Thank you for the other night,” she stated as she sat down. She offered me a smile, which she followed with a small bite of her lower lip. This alone, under different circumstances, would have made me want her right here and now.

“Thank you too. It was amazing.”

“It certainly was. I’m glad that we’ll have another evening like that.”

Instantly, screaming alarm bells began to ring in my head. Her second sentence was the precursor. ‘I’m glad that we’ll have another evening like that.’ What did that mean?

“Sorry?” I asked.

“I guess I have to thank you for the little present on my desk this morning. I was a little shocked but I couldn’t wait to put it on. My excitement ever since has made me glad that I did and I’ve been desperate to cum all morning.”

My mind’s frantic state immediately returned as it screamed ‘Oh, no!’

“What’s the matter?” asked Helena, sensing that something was wrong.

“I think we may have a problem.”

And so I ran Helena through the events of my morning. How I too had received a present and had immediately put it on. How I’d returned to find Phil’s e-mail. And now, Helena had just revealed that she too had received a parcel, and now her pussy and ass were filled, without chance of her being released.

“Oh, no,” was Helena’s first response.

And then we both ran through the question of who had orchestrated the whole thing?

Before we had chance to come up with any answers my computer sounded again. ‘You have mail’.

Both Helena and I turned our attention to the computer as I opened the new e-mail. It was from Phil.
Hi, Honey,

I don’t know if Helena is there with you or not, but I think this applies to her. I just received the e-mail which is set out below. What’s going on? I’m leaving work now. See you at home.

Phil.
The e-mail that Phil had received was set out below, and as I read on it made me wonder even more who had organised this whole thing.
‘Dear Helena, Kate and Phil,

You are to leave work this instance. Helena you must go to Kate and Phil’s home. Once there you will each find a further parcel waiting for you, with your name on, in a separate room to each other. Upon opening the parcel, follow the instructions inside.

All will be revealed.’
Helena and I looked at each other in disbelief as we finished reading the anonymous e-mail. I tried to see if there was an e-mail address but it was just an [email protected]. “What do we do?” asked Helena.

“I guess we go home.”

I made my excuses about working from home that afternoon and quickly left. I say quickly, but in actual fact I had to walk slowly because of my little toys, whose presence simply refused to go away. This was the ironic thing, that my mind was frantic and yet at the same time I was as horny as hell and would simply love to have my husband’s cock pounding into me or Helena lapping away at my swollen clit.

I waited in my car for Helena to follow me out. She somehow managed to excuse herself from the afternoon’s internal training session. Within minutes we were winding through the city streets and on our way home.

Half an hour later and the car pulled to a halt in the driveway to my home. Phil’s car was parked in the open garage. As I followed Helena across the front lawn towards the door I couldn’t help but think about the whole situation; it was exciting.

As we entered the house I saw Phil sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was naked. As soon as the door was closed I looked down at the present that he had been sent. Phil’s ‘belt’ was also made from leather. There was a similar leather front panel, although there appeared to be leather straps running around his waist and then through his crotch on either sides of his balls. There were six padlocks on the front of the leather, which I presumed were small loops that were held on the leather straps and the padlocks prevented the leather front from being removed. The result was the same as mine; no way to remove the belt, and no way to bring the wearer off.

Phil ran Helena and I through what had happened when he arrived at work. It turned out that Phil’s little present also consisted of a butt plug that couldn’t be removed. bursa escort I stood up and removed all my clothes, revealing my chastity belt and how it was locked. I sat next to Phil on the sofa as Helena did the same.

As I watched Helena strip I became even more turned on. I watched transfixed as she removed her top and bra, releasing her amazing breasts. Helena looked me in the eye as she removed her long length skirt and smiled when she saw my reaction to what I was presented with. Helena was wearing a pair of black, lace-topped, suspender pantyhose, and the black knee length boots that she had worn that night when she had interrupted Phil and I fucking over my desk. Her chastity belt was exactly the same as that I had locked myself into this morning.

I looked over at Phil and saw that his jaw had dropped with the sight before him. This soon turned to a look of pain and I immediately realised that his cock had to be getting hard beneath the constricting leather.

A wicked thought crept across my mind and I stood up from the sofa and walked over to Helena. My lips immediately met hers and we began kissing passionately. I ran my hand over Helena’s shapely breasts and felt her nipples harden with my touch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Phil staring intently.

I broke our kisses and moved my mouth down to Helena’s breasts. I began tracing my tongue around the underside of her breasts, feeling the smoothness of her skin. I looked up at Helena and saw that she had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying my teasing. I took first one nipple into my mouth and then the other before returning to licking around her breasts.

Phil had obviously had enough. “I’m going upstairs to open my parcel like the e-mail said. You’re both driving me crazy.”

I looked at Phil as he headed upstairs and there was a definite bulge at the front of the leather belt. Helena and I both looked at each other and laughed. I returned to teasing her breasts before trailing my tongue down over her stomach and towards her crotch. I immediately smelt the aroma of her sex and so wished that I could lick Helena to orgasm right now. I did the next best thing and ran my tongue around the edges of her chastity belt and directly to the sides of her pussy. I lapped up Helena’s juices as they seeped out around the dildo in her pussy and down her legs. Only when I had cleaned her thighs of all her juices did I stop.

I stood up and kissed Helena fully, allowing her to taste herself. I think we both knew that we had to leave for our own rooms now and find out what was to happen next.

I led Helena upstairs in our naked states. I found Helena’s parcel in the study and kissed her goodbye before she disappeared into her room. The door closed and I headed into the spare bedroom. I shut the door behind me and stood against the wall, looking inquisitively at the parcel that was on the bed before me. It was a Fedex box, about the size that you would expect a portable television to be packaged.

I listened to the silence in the house and waited in case I could hear somebody moving around the house, or in case I could hear Phil or Helena opening their packages. There was nothing, the only noise being my own heart beat.

I walked over to the parcel and sank onto the bed. My name was printed on the parcel, followed by my address. My hands began fumbling with the box and eventually fought to remove the sticky tape. With the box lid open I pulled out an envelope that was also addressed me. ‘To Be Read First’ was printed on the outside.

I complied and read the plain piece of paper that was inside. It read;
Kate,

Well done, you have complied with my instructions so far. No reason to stop now. You may now take out the first black tissue paper parcel inside the box.
I reached into the box and pulled out the first parcel that was indeed wrapped in black tissue paper. I hurriedly ripped open the tissue paper to find two pairs of handcuffs. I returned to the instructions;
At the end of these instructions you will use these handcuffs to cuff your handsto the rail of the headboard or, in the case of being in the study, one of the legs of the computer table. You may now take our the second black tissue paper parcel inside the box.
I again reached in the box and ripped open the second parcel. Inside were a pair of black lace-topped, hold-up stockings, ear plugs and a blindfold.
If you are currently wearing shoes, sandals or boots you must take these off now. You must also take off any stockings or pantyhose that you may be wearing. The stockings that were in the parcel must now be worn. The ear plugs and blindfold must be in place before you handcuff yourself.
I pulled the first stocking up my leg, followed by the second one. I was still puzzled as to what was going on. So much planning and yet not one mistake to give away the identity as to who was behind all this.
Are you wearing the stockings? Good. Now open the third tissue paper parcel.
Before I had finished reading this instruction I had the parcel open before me on the bed. Inside was a black, leather-look boned corset. I immediately envisaged myself wearing it and felt a tingle from my pussy spread around my body.

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