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In the early sixties aged 19, I was in the RAF training in sleepy Norfolk and I used to catch the early afternoon train from London on Sundays returning back from home at weekends. Those were the days of single-compartment carriages with a corridor.

It was one of those boring trains that stopped at virtually every town and village and on Sundays was hardly ever busy. On this one summer Sunday I was alone reading and about halfway through the journey an old lady (well I thought she was old but in hindsight, she could only have been in her mid-fifties), walked into my compartment.

She appeared to be the typical housewife, quite pretty and plump, with permed hair. She smiled at me and took off her lightweight coat and sat opposite. I thought nothing of it and after a few more stops she engaged me in conversation which I reluctantly joined in.

It was the usual stuff — weather, etc — and then she asked where I was stationed and said that she lived just 10 miles from the camp.

“Isn’t that an all-male place? Where do you go for female company?”

After fobbing her off, I went back to my book and drifted off to sleep as did she.

She of course was not of any interest to me in a sexual way, but I was still a randy bugger and as was the case then, a virgin. It was the usual case of wanking morning noon and night to get rid of my unwanted erections.

Which is what I had when I woke and immediately tried to hide it. But Mrs Mystery was still in the land of nod and in her relaxed state, her plump legs had parted giving me an eyeful of her fat knicker enclosed cunt. But the really interesting thing was that a massive amount of hair was poking out either side.

My balls were aching and my dick was ready to explode. I had to have a wank. Seeing as she was still seemingly fast asleep, I took out my dick and started stroking it, enjoying the view, Mrs. Mystery murmured “You have a lovely big and thick cock young man. But before you cum let me give you a nice show and then you will cum even more”.

I was astounded, here was a very seemingly straight-laced old lady being utterly depraved. Pulling up her skirt and opening her çeşme escort fat thighs even more she pulled her knickers to one side showing me her hairy snatch.

“Go on have a good look. My pussy is wet just looking at you.”

She could see I was on the verge of shooting my load and told me to stand up and shoot it over her open pussy. Which I did with gusto. Not one but four streams of spunk fell onto her fat belly and cunt.

Then it was her turn to give me a show as she rubbed my spunk around her hairy twat. “Oh, I just love men’s spunk, sperm call it what you like, especially young virile young men’s like yours. My kinky fetish is for four to five virile men to fill my cunt with cum, then put on some big pants and go shopping feeling the cum run down my legs. How perverted is that? Now we have got off to a great start tell me your name. Mine is Cindy.”

After telling her mine was Charlie, she said,” Would you like me to introduce you to more pleasure, Charlie?” Of course, I readily agreed thinking I was about to lose my virgin status — albeit with an old biddy like her – and as we still had half an hour to my stop, she became serious all of a sudden.

“I don’t want you to run away with the idea that I put on these shows for everyone, young man. It is only for the ones that I take a liking to and who I think will be happy to expand their interests. First off, I think you are a virgin as you came so quickly, am I right? You don’t have to be shy, we all go through it.”

I confirmed that was the case but was desperate to lose that status. “Well, as long as you don’t mind losing it to an old gal like me, you can take that as read. But Joe my husband will be present at all times. You see, we have a very happy marriage — albeit unusual — and share everything. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything you are uncomfortable with but you should be open to enjoying new sensations and experiences.

My husband and I had a very sexual upbringing. He went to an all-male public school and things being what they are in places like that, grew fond of mutual wanking, having başakşehir escort his arse fucked, and, in some cases, sucking cocks. I, after my first fuck, became a virtual slut. I could not get enough sex. So, with his bisexual side and my need for lots of cock we found lots of men so we were and are an ideal match. We are not perverts, rather, I would say, very kinky in our likes. One thing we both like is role-playing, you know, acting out fantasies. As we got older things tailed off a bit, so if you are agreeable, you might just enjoy taking part in our lifestyle”.

As she was telling me this, I was again hard and she was looking at the tent in my trousers. She gave me her phone number and said to call her next Saturday to come to tea. Being young and extremely naïve I did not have a clue as to what I was letting myself in for, but like most young men, my cock overruled my head which is why I was outside their cottage door the following Saturday afternoon.

Cindy greeted me at the door with a beaming smile and was dressed like the slut she said she was. A shortish flared skirt topped with a blouse highlighting her very large and floppy tits with large aureoles and her long thick nipples were a beautiful brown. Almost dragging me in she immediately pulled me close and ground her crotch tightly into mine, kissing me full-on my lips which stimulated a stonking hard but this time I let it stand out proud ready to meet hubby.

In the living room, Cindy introduced me to Bob, her husband, who shook my hand but his eyes were on my cock.

“Pleased to meet you, Charlie. Cindy said that you would like to expand your interests. But first, let’s have some tea and get to know you better.”

Bob and I sat down on the sofa while Cindy gave us our tea and then she sat in the chair opposite.

“Bob, our young man here, has a nice big fat cock and I promised he can fuck me later. But in the meantime, let’s give him a nice introduction. From what I did on the train, he gets horny when I do this”.

She put down her cup and slowly opened her fat dimpled thighs and put one leg over küçükçekmece escort the chair arm, giving both of us a glorious view of her massive hairy twat. As she started rubbing it, Bob undid his fly and got out his small but thick circumcised cock which was flaccid.

“Bob, help Charlie out. I want him to shoot a lot of spunk so he lasts longer in bed.”

Bob, needed no encouragement as he undid my fly and after some difficulty got my 8-inch cock in his hands. “Wow, lad, you’ve got some meat — and thick too.”

It was the first time Charlie had felt another guy’s hand on his dick, and as Bob spread his precum up and down it, he saw that Bob was getting harder and also oozing precum. It felt very natural as they wanked each other and it was only a minute before Charlie shot what seemed to be wad after wad of spunk all over the carpet. Although he was now vigorously wanking Bob, there was nothing happening. “Don’t worry Charlie, I only really shoot my load when Cindy or guys fuck my arse.”

Cindy had a broad grin on her face and she had climaxed at the sight of her two guys getting off. “That was fucking great” Now let’s retire to bed.

Upstairs they all got naked and Cindy laid down — and Charlie standing over her was truly delighted. Her lovely floppy titties fell on her floppy saggy belly just a few inches away from her massive hairy bush which grew round to her arsehole.

Reaching her arm up she got hold of soft cock and pulled him down next to her.

“Feel my titties, mmm, roll the nipples between your fingers, oh yes, yes, suck them, gently,…feel my pussy again, aah, easy, easy, now slip a finger inside it, I know it will go, I’m soaking, Oh, oh, oh.”

Charlie was beside himself — his cock was bursting. Taking his finger out and his cock in her wet cunt he didn’t last long.

“Oh yes, my boy. Shoot your lovely spunk into me.”

He was amazed at the amount of spunk he did shoot- strings and strings of it. And Cindy loved it rubbing it all over her hairy cunt and around her shitter. “Nice and slippery to make it easier to fuck later”.

Bob meanwhile had taken over fingering his wife and making her cum again. But still, it was not hard enough.

“Hey Charlie, Bob wants to fuck me, finger fuck his arse to get him hard.”

Never having done that ever, Charlie started to insert his finger into Bob’s crack. And to help him along, played with his little dick which by now was very hard. Charlie lost no time in getting on Cindy and fucking her.

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Three Orgasms.

That’s what they had decided upon, that Marion would get three orgasms before David got one. They had the day off together, an incredibly rare treat, and she had told him that she would allow him to cum. After days of denial and teasing, David was heady with anticipation. But before that would occur, they had agreed that she would get to orgasm three times. Well, they had “agreed” that’s what would happen.

The discussion had taken place the night before, when David was sure she was finally going to give him some release. She had brought him into their bed and had him strip down under the covers. She wasn’t about to get naked, of course, but she wore a revealing top and took off her pants, to heighten his arousal. She was stroking his big, hard cock when the evening took a shift.

“Ohh, you like that, don’t you?” she cooed in his ear. “You want to cum for me, don’t you? You want to cum for your Goddess?”

“Yes, Goddess, oh yes, that feels so good!” he moaned as she worked her hand up and down on his shaft. He was practically shaking.

“Yeah, you love your Goddess, don’t you? You’ll do anything I say, right?”

“Yes, anything at all!” As soon as he said it, she suddenly pulled her hand away. David’s eyes went wide and he moaned a moment with the denial. His cock was suddenly bare, sticking straight up and practically begging for any kind of attention.

“Good, because I think I need to cum first.” Marion looked down derisively at her hand, sticky from his precum, before wiping the mess off on his chest.

“O…OK, Goddess” David said. “Let’s get you off!”

“Nah, don’t feel like it tonight. Maybe tomorrow!” She started to roll over.

“Tomorrow?” He asked, his voice nearly shaking.

“Yeah, tomorrow. It’s just one more day, right?” She turned towards him and gave him a stern, disapproving glare. “You can go one more day, right?”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Good,” she replied. “And another thing, I’m at least three times as good as you, right?” She had rolled over and was crawling over him.

“What?” He asked, confused.

The slap came quickly, and there was anger in her voice. “You call me Goddess every time, got it?”

“Yes, Goddess, I’m so sorry. What did you mean?”

“I’m easily three times smarter than you. I make three times as much money as you make. And I’m way more than three times hotter than you. Right?”

“Yes, Goddess, a million times hotter!” She was on top of him now, pinning him down to the bed. She leaned in, whispering closely in his ear.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to get off… three… times. Three times before you get one.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

She reached over and turned off his lamp, leaving them in darkness.

David slept surprisingly well. He was as horny as he had ever been, hornier. And yet something about their new dynamic got him out of his head. It let him drift off like he never did usually, so peaceful. Being in that headspace gave him one of the best nights’ sleep of his life.

When he awoke, Marion’s voice was ringing in his ear. “Three… times.” He looked over at her, still asleep. God, she was beautiful. Eventually she stirred and acknowledged him.

“Morning!” she said, stretching her whole body and rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes.

“Morning, Goddess.” he answered.

“Babe, we have the whole day off today!” she said excitedly.

“I know, it’s going to be great!” he answered, somewhat tentatively. She was acting normally, not dominant at all, so he acted the same and even felt brave enough to bring up what was on his mind. “Hey, you know, while we’re here, you think maybe…?”

“Maybe what?”

“Well, you had said, three times today, which is a lot for you, y’know,” he was babbling and he knew it. Beating around the bush was a real flaw of his. “Are we still doing that?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” Her voice was suddenly ice.

“Of course, Goddess, of course we’ll do what you said. So I thought maybe you’d want to kind of, y’know…” Babbling again. “Get the first one out of the way?”

“OK, first off, did you just make a suggestion? And second off, no, gross, it’s so early! Why are you so weak that that’s the first thing you think about in the morning? No, just no.” She got up and started to leave. “Besides, you need to get everything together for us, because we’re going to the beach!”

A few hours later, David was waiting in the living room with a packed bag – towels, sunscreen, water bottles, snacks, everything – waiting for Marion to appear. When she finally did, he thought his jaw would hit the floor.

Marion stood in the doorway to their bedroom, hands on her hips in a sexy pose. She was wearing a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit that he hadn’t seen before. Her recent weight loss had her at a low she hadn’t seen in a long time, and it showed. And tuzla escort yet somehow her shapely, feminine parts hadn’t changed at all, they were just accentuated by her skinnier parts. And the swimsuit took the whole effect up to eleven.

“You like?” She was grinning, clearly having just checked herself out in her mirror.

“Yes, Goddess!” He replied, enthusiastically.

“Let’s go then,” she said. “You remember the rules about being in public?” The rule was that around other people, he had to be subservient, but act normally. No groveling, no overt acts that would let anyone know about what they did behind closed doors.

“Yes Goddess, of course.”

The ride over Marion was quiet and cold, but he practically got whiplash from the change in attitude once they got out of the car.

“Beach day!” She cried.

“Beach DAEY!” He responded.

“BEACH DAAAAAAY!”

“beachbeachbeachbeachDAAAAYYYYYYYYY!”

They laughed and held hands as they walked to the beach. They got set up, taking turns helping each other put on sunscreen. The day was a ridiculous amount of fun, they chatted and swam, they laid on their towels and soaked up the sun. When lunchtime came David got some food to bring back, and they ate and talked some more.

They had decided on a final swim before heading home, and were floating silently in the shallow, peaceful water. She had her arms around his neck and he was cradling her in his arms under the water. He desperately wanted to cop a feel, but had managed to hold off. Finally Marion spoke up.

“You want to cop a feel, don’t you?” She was a mind reader.

He was instantly back in his submissive mindset. No one was close enough to hear so he responded as if they were in private. “Only if you say it’s OK, Goddess.”

“Tell you what,” she said, letting go of her arms and standing next to him. “My boobs are under the water, if you want to, you can grab them right now – but if you do, today is over and you don’t get any release!”

He was so amped up, in such desperate need. She waited a moment before giving him a “Good boy” and starting to head back to their towels. It was a good thing the water covered his shaking hands.

Later that day, David was awoken from his post-beach-post-lunch nap by a single message from Marion. “Office, now.” was all it read.

He hurried upstairs to her office, where she was watching a TV show on her computer. David closed the door behind him. He didn’t recognize the characters or the scene, but he could tell from the lighting and costuming that she was watching Game of Thrones.

Not that there was much costuming to be had. The scene featured a burly man, undoubtedly a scoundrel or a warrior, fucking the brains out of a beautiful young woman. He was large and muscled, with scars all across his chest and arms. He even had visible scars on his face, which wasn’t particularly attractive to begin with.

His partner was skinny and pale, with light hair. A few wisps of clothing still clung to her body, the rest having been torn off in the heat of passion. She looked young, her character was probably some young noble thrust into politics or war or something beyond her years, and had taken to it with gusto.

The girl was on her hands and knees, the warrior behind her. He was fucking her hard, doggystyle. She gasped while her hair fell about wildly. He slammed into her with ferocity, nearly growling with each thrust. The sex was uncontrolled, feral – like he was a wild animal claiming her.

At some point he probably asked her some plot-related question, or referenced some obscure point of Westerosian politics, and she probably replied with a witty retort or a double entendre. Not that anyone watching would catch, or even be interested in, their exchange. Perhaps the writers knew they had to include some dialogue, just to keep their show from becoming full-on porn for a scene. And perhaps they knew that nobody would care if it did, with that kind of animalistic fury onscreen.

“Could you fuck me like that?” Marion asked, breaking his reverie.

“Huh?” He said, before catching himself. “Uh, what do you mean, Goddess?”

“Do you think? That you could fuck me? Like? That?” She said, emphasizing her words. She had turned her office chair toward him and was staring daggers at him.

“Uh, probably not, Goddess.”

“Probably not.” She turned her chair back to the scene, snapping her fingers and pointing to the spot beneath her desk. He scrambled to crawl under to that spot, a place he knew well. Not taking her eyes from the screen, she slid her panties off and tossed them to the side. It was the first time David had seen her pussy in some time, and he was on cloud nine. Still not looking down, she reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him between her legs.

If he was on cloud pendik escort nine before, he was on cloud one million now. He eagerly licked her pussy, doing his best to stimulate her clit without overdoing it. Flattening his tongue, he used long, broad strokes to try and get her there.

Meanwhile, the scene in front of her ended, much to Marion’s disappointment. She thought about backing up the stream and watching it again, before realizing: duh, porn exists. She pulled up a site and knew exactly what she was after, typing “Game of Thrones” into the search bar.

122,046 results. That’ll do, she thought.

Many of the results were simply supercuts of the sex scenes from the show itself, while others were more of a parody flavor. Some featured look-alike actors pairing up with characters they never fucked on the show. She started watching one of those, before clicking away to another scene she found interesting.

Two men had happened upon a damsel in the woods. One tall and skinny, the other short and a little fat. The maiden was dressed in a Game of Thrones-inspired dress, with long straight blonde hair. The two men took turns pushing her from one of them to the other, each time pawing at her tits or grabbing her ass. She would try to get away but they were so much bigger and stronger than her, it wasn’t even an option. Eventually, the shorter man grabbed her from behind while the other pulled her tits out of her dress. He started manhandling them, pawing at them, then sucking on them.

Soon enough they pulled her out of her dress. She was still resisting them, but not as fiercely as before. She was completely naked when they pushed her to her knees, taking out their cocks. They forced her to suck them, one after the other.

As the scene continued, they pushed her to her knees and the taller man got behind her. He placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and forced his way inside.

The girl let out a gasp, and he started to ease in and out of her, before gaining momentum. The shorter man had taken up position in front of her, where she continued his blowjob as she was fucked from behind. Each man started thrusting hard, and she was bouncing between the two hard cocks. Later the shorter man would pull her on top of him, and as she rode him, the taller man started to penetrate her ass.

Of course, David had no idea what was going on above him, but he didn’t care. He was in absolute ecstasy, listening to the scene that was playing out while he licked Marion’s pussy. She was getting more and more excited, and she played with her nipples while David worked on her clit. Abruptly, David heard the scene stop and felt her push him away. He panicked, as he knew she hadn’t climaxed yet.

“Go get me my vibrator!”

David hustled down the stairs to find her toy and bring it back to her. She took it and gestured in a “get out of here” motion.

“I guess she never specified that I would be the one to get her off,” David thought after he left. But that didn’t stop him from listening at the door and enjoying the wondrous feelings that came from hearing the sounds she made as she got off.

After dinner, David was laying on their bed reading, but finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. The day was swiftly moving to a close, and she had only had one orgasm! At this rate, they’d never get to three today.

He heard the door open and close and his hopes surged a little. They surged even more when she laid down beside him. She didn’t acknowledge him though, in fact she practically ignored him entirely. Instead she was engrossed in her phone, smiling and giving off a little giggle every once in a while.

Every moment that passed David got hornier and more anxious. He wanted to say something, to ask if she was interested in orgasm number two, but knew that wouldn’t go over. But he had to! He couldn’t though. But if he didn’t? He was about to speak up when suddenly she set the phone on her nightstand, got under the covers, and tossed away her shorts.

“Get to work, bitch. Maybe this time you can get me there.”

“Yes Goddess!” He eagerly crawled under the sheets, finding himself once again in his favorite place. As earlier, he tried to be direct without overdoing it, licking her clit in gentle but firm circles, paying attention to her every move for signs that his technique was doing the trick. This lasted a while, until he heard the quiet buzz from her phone. She picked it up as he continued to lick her amazing pussy, giving her everything he had. Very quickly she began moaning, and then writhing. He kept doing exactly what he was doing, hoping he could make her cum.

Marion felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching, building all throughout her body.

“Oh fuck!” was all she could get out before she came, hard and fast. David kept maltepe escort on going, licking her through the orgasm and aftershocks, until she had had enough and pushed him away.

He climbed off the bottom of the bed, sweaty but thrilled. He saw the phone in her hand and realized she had probably watched something and that’s what brought her over the edge as quick as it did. Of course he didn’t hear anything from the video, but maybe it was just muffled with him under the covers. Or she read a story, or something.

That was probably it.

She gave him a curt, “You can go!” and he turned to leave. But his hopes surged one more time as she said “Cards and drinks at 8:30!”

Several hours and shots later, they were next to each other in bed. They had played several variations on strip card games, and Marion even went so far as to take off her top and her shorts, leaving her in a sexy bra and panties. Of course she had lost far more times than twice, but everyone in the room agreed that she was a Goddess and wasn’t expected to take off something every single time. David, on the other hand, had been fully nude for a while, and that followed a run of clothes on, clothes off, panties on, panties off, and any other combination or task Marion could think of. But they had laughed and played together (while having more than a couple of shots!) and the night had brought them here.

Fully nude, side by side.

The room was warm and you could feel the sexual tension in the air. Marion had her vibrator between her legs and was getting more turned on by the second. She had given David permission to touch his cock, but told him if he shot his load too quickly, the night was over and he’d be punished severely. Knowing how on edge he was, he used this newfound permission sparingly. Suddenly Marion spoke.

“Play with my tits!” She commanded, and an eager David answered back.

“Yes Goddess!”

He played with her sensitive nipples, alternating between teasing and firmness, listening to her breathing get faster and faster. Just as she appeared to be nearing orgasm number three, her vibrator abruptly shut off.

David came crashing down, he knew it had a limited battery and wanted more than anything else to get her off so he would be allowed release as well. The last thing he wanted was to wait for it to recharge, but grit his teeth and tried to be patient. The surprising part came next.

“Fuck me.” What she said wasn’t angry, but it was forceful. She set the vibrator to the side and said it again. “Fuck me, right now.”

“Goddess, you said…”

“I don’t care what I said, I just want that cock inside of me! Fuck me, fuck your Goddess!”

“You don’t want to cum first?” David was on the edge of insanity, not knowing what to do.

She smiled to reassure him. “We’ll cum together.” She picked up the still-charged vibrator and turned it back on. “Fuck me.”

David didn’t have to be told six times. He slid between her legs and pushed them apart, guiding his cock to her entrance. It throbbed with desire, and he wasted no time. He pushed himself into her soaking-wet pussy, forcing his big hard cock all of the way into her in one thrust.

Marion let out a moan. “Ohhh… yes…” She placed the vibrator exactly where it needed to be as David got to work.

He fucked her like a man possessed, hammering into her, over and over. Each time he forced his cock deep inside her pussy, each time nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming into her again. Her legs wrapped around him and she closed her eyes in pure bliss. One hand worked the vibrator while another reached out, grabbing onto the bedsheet as if to steady herself.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as they slid across each other’s skin. David knew that this moment was what it was all for, what all the denial and teasing and games were building to. They were perfectly one flesh, as he fucked her harder and faster.

She felt her orgasm building quickly. “Ohh, I’m gonna cum…” she said.

“Oh Goddess, me too, Goddess, I’m going to cum I’m going to cum inside of you…” The orgasm he felt coming on was nothing like any experience he had ever had. It was the single greatest feeling of his life, at least until Marion made the moment better.

“Do it!” She cried, looking him in the eyes. “Cum for your Goddess, shoot your load deep in this pussy!” She wailed as her own orgasm overtook her.

David couldn’t contain himself for even one second longer. He orgasmed hard, letting loose the biggest load of cum he had ever produced, giving it all to his Goddess, as he should.

Time seemed to stop, or maybe the moment lasted for eternity. When he was once again in some small command of his senses, he was still inside of her, having collapsed as every muscle in his body fell limp at the exact same moment. She was caressing him, whispering shushing noises. He realized things must have gotten pretty loud.

He spent another eternity in her embrace, before weakly pushing himself up. She met his gaze.

“You good?” She asked.

“Yes… yes… very. Very.” He replied weakly.

“That’s good,” she said with a smile, as she took his head and started guiding it downward…

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My girlfriend and I had just finished a nice sensual fuck. The kind that makes your toes curl as you grunt and push into her pussy in the pulsing throes of orgasm. We were staring into each other’s eyes at the climactic moment and actually finished at the same time.

Breathing heavily from my exertions I rolled off asking the proverbial question, “Was it as good for you?”

My hand rested on her thigh lovingly and she squeezed it in reassurance, “Better.” Then she caught me off guard, “What were you thinking?”

Naturally I was thinking of her pussy walls clenching and milking my cock. I loved the silky texture on my bare cockskin.

I embellished as the writer in me was prone to do, “I was lost in your eyes. It was like I was swimming in pools of love.”

Ginger sat up excited, “Me too! I could stare into your soul all day. The feeling of being so – connected.”

She left me lounging in the sheets during her customary post coital shower. She had once explained that she could handle the dirtiness during the act, but afterwards the thought of being immersed “in” the mess was too much.

Returning to me, she lay her head on me, slowly stroking first my hairy chest, then uncharacteristically she moved her tiny hand to my balls. It revived my erection in a short time.

She tugged my dick musing, “When I’m lost in the act I don’t think about Missionary position. I fantasize about riding your penis and feeling your goo rocket up into the depths of my being.”

I pushed my cock against her hand with my hips, “Climb aboard. I can get hard again. I just won’t be able to cum so soon.” And she climbed astride.

From above me I admired her heavy swaying breasts, squeezing and kneading them, causing bubble gum nipples to protrude from between my fingers.

Ginger bent low rocking her pelvis as she did. Her long strawberry hair grazed my chest. She implored, “I shared. Now what’s your fantasy?”

I was reminded of a story I’d read once where a woman rode a man’s face like an equestress on a powerful horse. I felt vulnerable and open: like sharing it would be OK. It wasn’t MY fantasy, as if I had just one big unrequited desire. But it was ONE fantasy. I elucidated, “I read this story once, it was thrilling. It touched my buttons using all the sexiest vocabulary.”

She sat upright, still fucking herself on me, supporting herself with her fingertips on my belly. “Go on…” She grinned mischievously.

I felt shy to say it aloud, “She was atop her man just like you are, and she crept forward until she sat her you-know-what on his… face… rather than his pole.”

She squealed, “Oh you naughty, adventurous man. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She was working hard, trying to achieve her second orgasm while I had no delusion that I was anything but spent. I was just there to provide her with a hard phallus. “What was it called,” she asked me, “the story?”

Not really sure I answered, “Something like ‘She Bakes Him a Pie.’ I shrugged as I told her.”

Her eyes bore into me, “A creampie?!”

She had it! How she knew I couldn’t guess. “Yea, that’s what it was.”

I continued my retelling as that wasn’t the part of the story that turned me on and I kinda glossed over that. “The author did such a fantastic job describing her lady parts.” I hesitated to repeat the outrageous words out loud as I was the more reserved of the two of us. “He waxed poetic when talking about… her wet excitement… and her moist lips. You could really feel her ardour.”

She crept forward until her sex was above my chin. “We should do that.” Her words were half statement, half question. I was no stranger to eating pussy and this new position was novel and exciting. I nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh Jeff, you’re so dirty!” The way she grinned made me want maltepe escort to be dirty for her. She winked, “Let’s pretend it’s truly dirty.” I didn’t see her point about pretending.

She did have a strange fixation with talking about how sex was dirty. It was seemingly a love/hate relationship nastiness. I nodded, playing along, “Make me dirty, Ginger.”

I told her how in the story the girl had let the full effect of her weight fall on the man’s mouth. “Press it to my lips, baby. Do it!”

She moved the final few inches rubbing her open erotic doorway on me. Never before had I experienced the silky insides so intimately. I lapped, eagerly joining my spirit with hers.

Above me her muffled words never ceased, “What did the second man do?

Somehow she knew there had been another man in the story. And only now did I remember that detail. She lifted and I replied, gazing at her saliva moistened lips. “He was gone by then.”

Ginger rubbed her gash on me with renewed vigor, “So it was about the two lovers and not the interloper?”

Then she let up again so I could speak, “Right. He enjoyed the man’s wife and the husband delighted in how hot she was. Then he left.”

Ginger pressed her clit into my mouth, “Suck it!” I pursed my lips, sucking how she likes it, just from below this time. She shook, “This is perfect practice. Keep doing that.” She shook again and I knew she was cumming. I even tasted a tiny gush.

“The discharge. The mixed juices of love. Do you want it?”

I was smothered in her cunt. Just like in the story, the thought of ‘smothering’ and the very word ‘cunt’ exhilarated me. Ginger moved her slick hole over my open mouth. “Stick your tongue inside. It’s so filthy. Swipe it. Get it all my love.”

She arched her back. She threw her head up toward the ceiling. She ground her sexy acrid cunt on me dominantly. “I’ll make it real for you. I can’t wait. Tomorrow? Do you want it tomorrow?” Then she was complete in her climax.

I did want it tomorrow. I could have sex every day, but Ginger didn’t like too many of her obligatory showers so for the sake of her skin it was rare for us to do it two days in a row.

Catching her breath she loped off to the shower again. “You made a mess dear. You need a shower too.” She was right. I’d cum on my stomach. I would have prefered to just wipe it up with a pair of underwear. But I knew better than to argue with OCD.

Later at tea she was shy, “Do you really want me to be hot for another man?”

I knew my heart as I revealed it to her, “When we’re in the clubs and the guys are looking at you it rocks my world.”

She turned away, “So you want to see me taken by another man?”

I reached into myself and searched my depraved needs. I too looked away, washing my cup, “I don’t actually want to see it. It’s just knowing that you’re desirable.”

With our backs turned to each other we explored more, “So you want to know some man wanted me…and you want the aftermath? The dirty talk? The nastiness?”

I placed the cups in the drying rack. The dirty talk had been so good. I mean, I’d cum without even touching myself. And it had even been a second time in one day. “Yes! That’s exactly what I want.”

Ginger hugged me from behind. “Me too. I’ve never been more turned on.”

She turned to leave, “It’s so awful. I don’t know why I like gross stuff so much during our lovemaking. But if you do too, it must be normal.” Then she was gone, leaving me perplexed.

The next day she texted me: “John from work agreed to our foul game. He’s been staring at my ass ever since.”

I knew who John was. He had a reputation at her work for having a big cock. In fact, I’d spied on him at the urinal once at an office party and had manavgat escort confirmed it to myself. It wasn’t long like one would expect. Instead it was stubby but fat as a beer can. I couldn’t admit to my spying so I never told Ginger.

My reaction to her narrative surprised me. Imagining that another guy might be lusting over my girlfriend gave me an instant boner. Thinking that she actually might have said something to him to make him stare at her butt would be too much.

In time I texted back, mustering up all the courage I had to be equally smutty and creative, “Are you wet?”

My phone chimed instantly, “My pussy is drenched and my moist clit is throbbing in anticipation.”

I nearly creamed my pants reading that. I typed furiously, “Your words are so sordid. I almost ‘finished’ before we got started.”

Reading her next words I had to force myself not to cum. “I’m going to ride your face so hard and drip so much! You better be lying naked on the bed when I get home so we don’t waste …a second.”

She kept texting for the rest of her shift moving the plot forward. Her imagination was wild, “He just slapped my fanny in the hallway.” and later, “He just copped a feel in the breakroom.”

I did my best to keep up with the fantasy, “You should tweak his manhood.” and “Slip your panties into his pocket.” I couldn’t wait till she got home to be naughty and adventurous and play out the dirty fantasy for her again.

In time her fiction took an even raunchier turn, “I’m rubbing my hands all over his hairy sweaty balls in his car.” Then, “We’re on his doorstep and his cum-leaky cock is jutting out through his zipper.” I checked the time, by now she’d be half way home.

I wasn’t going to be outdone though, “You should give it a premonitory slurp in public before going inside.”

The next message came just ten minutes later, “He was overcome with lust and filled me up before I could even be satisfied.” I peeked out the window expecting to see her pulling into the drive.

By now I was more familiar with the term ‘creampie’ and knew how to play her salacious game. I pecked at the keyboard, “You’re just too sexy for any man to hold out. You just bring me a slippery creampie and I’ll take care of your needs.”

Her next repartee lacked cunning and was frankly nonsensical, “I’m having trouble holding it in. I think some Saran Wrap should work.”

I didn’t know how to respond and honestly our banter had lost its sizzle, “OK, hurry home.”

When the tires on her car finally crunched over the stones in our driveway I jumped into bed in the intended supine position. I was greatly looking forward to another face-sitting session. The submissiveness and the dirty words were driving my motor beyond measure.

Ginger stumbled through the door, waddling to the bedroom with her hand pressed firmly to her crotch. Lickety-split she peeled off her pants whereupon I saw she was in reality clutching a swatch of Saran Wrap to her puss, pinching her labia. “Hurry Jeff, I’ve already lost so much.”

She didn’t bother removing her shirt or nylons as she practically jumped on my face in her haste. She tossed aside the plastic film at the last second as she sat her full weight on my sex hungry mouth. Her bush was steamy and plastered against her flesh.

“Alright Cum-boy now you’re gonna lick up all John’s deposit.” She was really taking this role play to the tenth level: and I was eating it up figuratively and literally.

Her pussy was wetter than last time, belying her horny state, and she let out the most vile litany of stimulating filthy nastiness any women ever uttered during sex: “I can feel it dripping in great big globs. He must have shot the biggest gooey load of gunk any man has şişli escort ever spurted into a sloppy cunt before. Suck it down Jeff, like you wanted. Open wide so his sperm can drool onto your tongue.

Just like she was saying, a stream of liquid fell into my mouth in sublime but obvious viscous rivulets.

I struggled to determine how Ginger had done it. Surely no pussy produced this much cream. As I lapped the slime the only explanation was that she had emptied a raw egg into her cunt just before coming into the house.

“Don’t you love it Jeff? His warm spunk flowing from my well-fucked cunt down your cuck throat? It’s what we practiced but better because nothing is nastier than a real creampie.”

Ginger ground her gash back and forth groaning great gross lines of filth and driving herself into a minor quaking frenzy of sex filled ecstasy.

I could have rested there in the blissful petite mort of a man providing his woman such grand release, but she wanted more from me than passivity.

“Do you love John’s taste? Will you reach in with your tongue and swipe up every last spermy drop?” I remembered her words from yesterday realizing that the creampie theme didn’t evolve during our storytelling but had been simmering within her since before my literary admission. I reached with my tongue so she would know I heard her lust-filled words.

Ginger moved her gaping hole directly over my wide open mouth. “He stretched me out Jeff. All the girls at work say he has a long fuck tool. But it was no longer than my hand is wide. Jeff, it was so thick I almost couldn’t take it. And the color…John is so pale…but his big plump cum shooter is reddish.

I remembered the color from that day in the bathroom. I would call it ruddy. But how did she know?

She went on describing the alleged act of sex with John. “So, he didn’t jet his syrup in very deep. You can get it all if you try. My cunt is so sore from the cock battering, but it’s so open nothing can stop the leakage.” And saying that she tossed her head back in her typical style and had her first orgasm.

The contractions grasped at my slithering tongue and ejected a wad of what I was finally realizing was real cum from a real man. It was no role play. No mere story for my benefit.

“I fucked his fat cock for you Jeff. I brought you a nasty creampie just like in your fantasy. He desired and lusted for my hot body just like you hoped. He gave me nasty gooey cream and I saved it all and brought it home to you.” I sucked at her fuck hole, a man possessed.

“Slurp it all up, Jeff. Is it everything you dreamed it would be? Because John wants to do it again.” I couldn’t answer, but I could slurp as she suggested. With loud conspicuous sucks I slurped for all I was worth ingesting all the gross cum that I could get.

Rocking and twisting on my lips Ginger grabbed my cock and that’s all it took. Huge ropes of cum jetted up hitting her back, whereupon she squealed in delight.

I came down from my climax and Ginger rode my face to another before falling beside me, expounding, “Best orgasms ever, Jeff.”

Laying there I was disgusted by what I had done. But seeing her serene face I knew I would be ready to do it again as soon as my revulsion dissipated. The knowledge that the stucky sensation on my face was John’s cum was overwhelming. I turned to make my way to the shower while oddly, Ginger did not.

Ginger stroked my retreating shoulder, “Jeff? The Saran Wrap really didn’t work well, and I lost so much…”

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Mia went to the address that Cammie had given her, she knocked on the door and a few seconds later Cammie opened it smiling.

“Hi girl!” Cammie greeted her.

Cammie was wearing short-short jeans and a jean top without a bra and had styled her red hair in two braids like Mia.

“Hello Cammie! You look beautiful.” Mia said.

“Thank you!” Cammie said smiling, “Come in, please.”

Mia entered the house and they went directly to the living room.

“Fluffy! Come here!” Cammie shouted sitting down on the couch.

“You have a dog?” Mia said.

“Yes, well, it belongs to Amina, my roommate, but we take care of it between the two of us.” Cammie said.

Then a man appeared on all fours with a dog mask that left his mouth exposed. He was completely naked except for a buttplug shaped like a dog’s tail, with paw-shaped gloves on his hands and a chastity cage. Mia looked at his balls, they were the bluest and swollen she had ever seen, that man had not cum in a looong time.

“I thought it was a real dog.” Mia said laughing.

“Don’t say that, Fluffy is a real dog, aren’t you, my little one?” She said, petting him while he barked a couple of times.

“And how come you share a flat?” said Mia, “You make a lot of money in the SPP.”

“When I was 18 I left home and after months of wandering around I met Amina, we became friends, she invited me to live with her and since then I have lived here, she is the older sister I never had.” Cammie said smiling.

“She seems like a very good person.” Mia said.

“Yes, she is the best.” Cammie said.

“And she’s not home now?” Mia said.

“Yes, she’s in her room with a friend.” Cammie said winking at her.

They continued talking in the living room for almost an hour until Amina entered the room.

“Hello girls!” she greeted smiling.

Amina was wearing an open red silk robe showing her completely naked body, she had big tits that bounced with every step and a full bush, Mia guessed that she was about 40 years old, she was a beauty, with long black hair down and beautiful green eyes, she looked like a Persian queen.

“Hello Amina, let me introduce you to Mia, a friend of the SPP.” Cammie said getting up.

“Hello dear, my pleasure.” Amina said giving Mia a hug and a couple of kisses.

“Hello Amina, nice to meet you.” Mia said smiling.

“Fluffy, clean up!” Amina said, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs.

Fluffy began to lick her pussy as if his life depended on it.

“Cammie, today it’s your turn to bathe Fluffy, he’s starting to smell a little bad.” Amina said.

“OK.” Cammie said a little downcast.

“Don’t be like that, Fluffy loves his baths, don’t you, little boy?” Amina said, caressing Fluffy’s head while he continued licking her pussy.

“What are we having for dinner?” Cammie said.

“I don’t know, how about we order some pizzas?” Amina said.

“Okay, is that okay with you Mia?” Cammie said.

“Yes, perfect.” Mia said.

“Alright, then go give Fluffy a bath while Mia and I get to know each other a little better.” Amina said pushing Fluffy away from her pussy.

“Come on little one, bath time.” Cammie said getting up while Fluffy followed her wagging his tail and barking happily.

“So you’re friends with Cammie?” Amina said.

“Well, I don’t know if I would say that we are friends, we don’t know each other very well, her cousin Charlie is my best friend and the two of them don’t get along very well.” Mia said.

“Cammie is a little difficult at first but once you get to know her better you realize that she is a very nice girl.” said Amina, “Her problem is that most people don’t bother to look further and only stick with first impressions, which is why she doesn’t have many friends.”

“Cammie had always struck me as rude and a bit of an asshole to be honest, but I think maybe I was wrong about her.” Mia said.

“That’s the image most people have of Cammie, but she really isn’t like that at all.” Amina said.

“Hey, I’m curious about one thing, what’s Fluffy’s story?” Mia said, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oooh Fluffy, that’s a long story, he’s been with me for almost 20 years.” Amina said.

“So long?” Mia exclaimed in astonishment. “Yes, to tell his story I have to tell mine too.” Amina said.

“Tell me! Tell me!” Mia said intrigued.

Suddenly, a tall brown man entered the room.

“Well Amina, I’m leaving now.” He said.

“Bye dear, a pleasure as always.” she said getting up and giving him a kiss.

“The pleasure is all mine.” he said smiling,

“Bye.” He said goodbye to Mia too and left.

“He is so cute.” Amina said, sitting down on the sofa again while ordering the pizzas with her cell phone.

“What were we talking about?” Amina said looking at Mia.

“You were going to tell me your story and Fluffy’s.” Mia said.

“Yes it’s true.” said Amina, “I was born in Spain, into an Arab immigrant family that had become very rich in the country and when I was 15 years old they married me to a şişli escort prince from a small country in the Middle East, a real honor for my family.”

“I went to live with my husband, Hassan, who was about 15 years older than me and had 3 other wives, I only spoke Spanish and barely understood Arabic, it was a real nightmare.” Amina said, “Constant beatings, rapes, hell, my husband was the most disgusting being you can imagine.”

“Fuck.” Mia said.

“When I was 20 years old, his 3 other wives and I devised a plan to escape to Spain and after months of planning we succeeded.” said Amina, “But after living our lives freely there, for a year, he found us.”

“And what happened?” Mia said.

“By a miracle we managed to escape here and we separated to make it more difficult for him to find us.” Amina said, “After a couple of years he found me, but I decided that I was not going to run away anymore, he was the crown prince to the throne but he had a little brother, Farid, a much better person than him, when he found me, Farid and I managed to deceive him, and I was finally able to live in peace, now Farid is king.”

At that moment Cammie appeared with Fluffy.

“Clean and scented, isn’t it, little Fluffy?” Cammie said.

“But what did you do? Did you kill him?” Mia said.

“No, no, much better than that.” said Amina, “We changed his name to Fluffy.” And she let out a loud laugh.

“I can not believe it.” Mia said in amazement.

“Since then little Fluffy has been with me for about 20 years.” Amina said.

“But don’t you hate him for everything he did to you?” Mia said.

“No, not at all.” said Amina, “Little Fluffy has paid more than enough for everything he did to us.”

“Fluffy, come here!” exclaimed Amina, “On your knees!”

Fluffy walked over and knelt down next to Amina.

Amina grabbed his balls tightly and began to squeeze while he began to howl desperately.

“Fluffy is completely forbidden to cum, he hasn’t cum in these 20 years, we only release him for his weekly bath, and every Saturday I fuck him in the ass with a strapon and not very often he releases a little bit of cum, that’s all, sometimes Cammie joins us, you had to see how he barks when we stretch his ass out with our huge dildos.” said Amina laughing, “Of course, he’s not allowed to talk either, just bark and howl, like a good little dog.”

“Does he ever speak?” Mia asked.

“No, never, it is completely forbidden, unless he wants to receive a painful punishment.” Amina said, squeezing his balls harder, “You know what? At first it crossed my mind to castrate him but I decided that it would be much better for him to be frustrated and desperate at all hours, every day for the rest of his life, with his blue balls, swollen and full to the brim, right, my little boy?” She squeezed harder and harder while Fluffy only let out moans and howls like a desperate dog.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Pizza time!” Cammie exclaimed.

Amina put Fluffy in his cage in the corner of the living room while they had dinner.

“He doesn’t eat pizza?” Mia asked.

“He has more than enough with his protein-packed dog food.” Amina said taking a bite of her pizza.

“How’s your business going?” Amina asked Cammie.

“Smooth wind, I have more and more losers.” Cammie said.

“What business?” Mia asked.

“Do you know Onlyfans?” Cammie said.

“Yeah.” Mia said, “Are you on onlyfans?”

“No, it’s a similar page, it’s called Onlyslaves.” Cammie said.

“And what do you do? Do you upload naked photos and videos and things like that?” Mia asked.

“I upload photos and some videos, but never naked, those losers don’t deserve it.” Cammie said smiling, “You see, on Onlyslaves there are mistresses and masters who have their pages and then slaves who subscribe to them, it’s like onlyfans but only for the BDSM world.”

“How cool.” Mia said.

“Of course, I’m getting filthy rich.” Cammie said laughing, “It’s not like Onlyfans, there are fewer users but it’s much more expensive, subscribing to my page is 500 a month and if you want to become a VIP it’s another 1000, as you may understand not everyone can afford it.”

“And how it works?” Mia said.

“It is similar to Onlyfans, except that since there are few subscribers you have a more direct treatment, for example I only have about 20, of which 5 are VIPs, in addition to being a VIP it is not only necessary to pay 1000 per month it is also mandatory to be in chastity, the non vips, some are in chastity and others are not, but no cumming without my permission, of course.” She said, “I have a live show today, do you want to see it?”

“Of course.” Mia said.

“Okay, it’s in half an hour, come with me while I prepare everything.” Cammie said.

“I’ll stay here watching TV for a while while Fluffy keeps me company.” said Amina releasing Fluffy, “Fluffy, ass!”

Fluffy quickly went to the sofa and rested her head on it, then Amina sat on her face and began to tuzla escort watch television while her feet fiddled with his cage.

They arrived at a room with shelves full of video games, comics and manga dolls, next to one wall there was a table with a large screen and a PC, it had a camera and some spotlights for lighting.

“This is where I spend most of my day, I love video games, as you can see.” Cammie said smiling.

“I see now.” Mia said amazed, “I didn’t know you were a geek.”

“Yes, a lot, I could spend the day reading manga and playing video games.” Cammie said laughing, “This is where I do my live shows too, I’m going to introduce you to someone, bring a chair and sit next to me.”

Mia grabbed a rolling desk chair from the corner and sat next to Cammie while she turned on the computer and the screen.

After texting someone for a few minutes, she received a video call. She picked up the video call and a small asian man in his 50s appeared on the screen kneeling and completely naked except for his chastity belt.

“Good evening, Miss Cameron.” The man said with a thick Japanese accent, lowering his head.

“Hello Hiro, this is my friend Mia, she will be with me today during the live show.” Cammie said smiling, “Hiro is the one who helps me with the live shows, he is a computer genius, thanks to him my boys don’t need a key to open or close their chastity cage, I have a program that can open their cages from here. “

“Good evening Miss Mia.” he greeted him.

“Good evening, Hiro.” Mia said smiling.

Cammie showed the program to Mia, it seemed pretty simple.

“It’s great, it tells me if one of them opens the cage, and it even has an option for small spikes to come out when I want them to suffer a little more, they are very expensive, but they pay for them so, who cares.” Cammie said laughing, “Hiro, bring your tiny cock closer to the camera.”

The man quickly brought his cock closer to the camera and Mia could see that his balls were a very dark blue color.

“See? They look like normal cages but if I click here.” She said, pressing a button and suddenly Hiro started screaming in pain, “Small spikes come out of the cage and stick into his cock.”

The man continued screaming, grabbing his cage with both hands while Cammie laughed.

“Okay, okay, easy, little boy, it’s over.” she said laughing, hitting the button again, “I was just showing it to Mia.”

The man stopped screaming although he still seemed in pain.

“Well Hiro, is everything ready?” Cammie asked.

“Yes, Miss Cameron, the boys are already waiting for you.” Hiro said.

“Perfect, wait for me with them, I’m going to finish preparing everything.” Cammie said hanging up the call.

“Look, it’s no coincidence that I dressed like you, before you came, I thought that maybe you’d join me in the direct show and I think these perverts are going to like it, what do you think?” Cammie said looking at Mia raising an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

“I think they’re going to love it.” Mia said laughing.

“Okay, let’s go!” Cammie exclaimed smiling.

Cammie clicked a couple of windows with her mouse and in a few seconds they were live.

“Hello boys, I’m here, have you missed me?” Cammie said with a smile.

A bunch of chat messages started popping up, greeting Miss Cameron while Cammie checked who was online.

“I see you’re all here, good boys.” she said.

“Today I have a surprise for you, a friend of mine is here, Miss Mia.” Mia pulled her chair closer to Cammie’s and appeared on the screen.

“Hi boys!” Mia said smiling.

“I’m sure you’re super frustrated, right?” Cammie said with a naughty smile, “How long has it been since you cum?”

Mia looked at the chat and messages began to appear indicating exactly 3 months.

“Exactly, that’s why today I’ll let you cum.” She said, “What do you think?”

“Ooooh, and are you sure they deserve it?” Mia said laughing.

“Yes, yes, they are very good boys, every day they are forced to take themselves to the edge at least 10 times, for most of them it takes a while, but there are others who already get there in 5 minutes, but the premie boys have to jerk off for at least an hour.” Cammie said.

“And how do you know they do it?” Mia asked.

“Because they have to record themselves, then they send me the videos and Hiro randomly checks a couple a day, I watch some when I’m bored to have a laugh, if you want I’ll show you some later, it’s hilarious, seeing these losers moaning, suffering and torturing themselves, taking themselves to the edge again and again while their tiny dicks won’t stop leaking and their big blue balls bounce up and down.” Cammie said laughing, “Well boys, start jerking, we don’t have all day, I want you at the edge in less than 5 minutes.”

“What do you think of how we are dressed?” Cammie said, “Like two little cowgirls, do you like it?”

In the chat they began to say yes while Cammie put on some music and pendik escort taking Mia by her hand they began to dance sensually.

“Well boys, you better be on the edge now.” Cammie said after a few minutes, “How about we play a little game? Keep riding the edge, guys.”

“What kind of game?” Mia asked.

“I know!” Cammie exclaimed, getting up quickly and leaving the room in a hurry, a few seconds later she returned with a large bag, “What do you think if Mia and I try on all these clothes you bought me while you jerk off?”

The chat seemed to go crazy with excitement.

“I knew you’d like it.” Cammie said smiling, “We’ll do this, Mia and I are going to try on all the outfits, although her tits are a little bigger than me, we have similar bodies, and for each outfit I want an edge and you’re going to ride it until we change to the next model.”

“But there are more than 100 different outfits here!” Mia exclaimed, “Do you think they’re going to be able to last without cumming?”

“Of course not!” Cammie exclaimed smiling, “But I’m such a good girl that I let them cum several times.”

“Oooh, I see.” said Mia, “So on the days you let them cum they can cum as many times as they want.”

“Something like that.” Cammie said with a naughty smile, “Look, on the days I let them cum, my good boys have to ruin their orgasms several times before I let them have a real orgasm, so we’re sure their big blue balls are completely empty at the end of the session, aren’t I merciful, guys?”

The chat began to respond affirmatively.

“I hope you’re answering with one hand because you still have to be riding the edge.” Cammie said very seriously, “Let’s see…”

Cammie clicked several times on the screen and a man in his 50s appeared, slowly masturbating with a suffering face.

“Are you riding the edge Momo?” Cammie asked smiling.

The man jumped in surprise.

“Yes, Miss Cameron.” he responded brokenly.

“Good boy, I see your balls are swollen and blue, just the way I like them, do you want to empty them today?” Cammie said.

“Yes, Miss Cameron.” he responded again.

“Then you better jerk off faster.” she said.

“But Miss Cameron, I’m on the edge, if I go faster I think I’m going to cum.” he said, trembling with fear.

“I know you can, be a man, do it for me, big boy, don’t make me sad.” she said pouting.

The man began to masturbate faster as his big balls bounced up and down.

“Alright, good boy!” Cammie exclaimed, smiling and giving a couple of little claps,

“Keep it up, and don’t cum without my permission, do you have your glass ready?”

“Yes, Miss Cameron.” he said trembling.

“Very good, then let’s start trying on the outfits.” Cammie said, giving a couple of clicks and removing the man from the screen.

“What’s the glass for?” Mia asked.

“To collect all the cum, at the end of the session they have to swallow it all, I am a recycling lover.” she said laughing.

“Well, let’s get started!” Cammie exclaimed, “Stop jerking off!”

Cammie and Mia went to the bag and Cammie started rummaging through the pile of clothes while Mia looked on in shock.

“No touching while we’re out of sight.” Cammie shouted, “How about we start with some lingerie?”

“Brilliant.” Mia said smiling.

Cammie took the bag and emptied it on the floor.

“Don’t worry, later I’ll order Fluffy to pick it all up, he loves to sniff my used panties, he thinks I don’t know but the truth is I don’t care, I guess it’s some kind of relief for him.” Cammie said laughing.

Cammie stripped completely naked while Mia watched her.

“Girl, what a body.” Mia said.

“Thank you.” Cammie said laughing.

Mia looked at her, she had her nipples pierced with small rings, not very big but perky tits and a great ass, she had nothing to envy Charlie’s, family genetics, Mia assumed, she wore her pussy with her pubic hair forming a large red-haired triangle and she had a small black capital letter Q tattooed on the inside of his right thigh.

“Are you also a queen of spades like your cousin?” Mia said smiling.

“Of course, you know what they say, when you go black you never come back.” Cammie said laughing.

Cammie grabbed a turquoise bra, thong and garter belt set and gave Mia the same set but white.

“Ok boys, as soon as we’re on screen you have to start jerking it quickly because in less than 30 seconds I want you on the edge.” Cammie said as they put on their lingerie sets.

“There, I hope you’re ready because here we go.” Cammie said smiling.

“Start!” She ordered, walking sensually until they were both in front of the camera, “What do you think?”

Cammie played with her braids while showing off her outfit with a mischievous smile and Mia slowly turned around showing her ass in her thong.

Are you on the edge?” Mia said.

“You better, it’s already past 30 seconds, you have to hold on until we change to the next outfit.” Cammie said very seriously.

“I hope they don’t have any accidents.” Mia said smiling as she gave herself a little spank on her ass.

“Noo, my boys are very good, and they already know the price they have to pay if they cum without permission.” said Cammie, “They have to ruin his orgasm, 5000 bucks fine and a minimum sentence of 6 months in chastity.”

“Has it ever happened?” Mia asked.

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It was incredible how quickly things had changed. Just a few months before, I felt like I had it all figured out. Graduated college, found a job, moved into an apartment with my girlfriend — things were working out. Sure, it wasn’t a great job or a great apartment, but both were good enough. Emma and I were happy with our low paying jobs and our studio apartment, and we were and optimistic about how things were looking. And then it all turned upside down.

When I first lost my job at the restaurant, I didn’t even think twice about it. I told even told Emma “Whatever, there are a million places I can work. I bet I find a new crappy job in a week.” But I didn’t. After two weeks I started to get a little nervous, and after four weeks with no paycheck, my savings were gone. Emma and I had to face the fact that she couldn’t make rent alone, so we’d have to figure something out, and fast. When Emma told me that one of her friends had a room open up in her shared apartment, I took it as good news and didn’t understand why she seemed upset telling me.

“That’s great, Emma! We can move in there until I get back on my feet. It’ll just be a month or two, and I bet it’ll be fun living with a roommate for a little while,” I told her. But I could see that something was wrong.

When she finally looked up at me and spoke, it hit me like a kick to the gut. “No, Adam, that’s not — I’m really sorry, and I definitely don’t want to break up, that’s not what this is, I promise!” She was almost in tears as she continued, “but Sarah said she wasn’t comfortable with both of us living in the room. The place really is too small for three people, and she thought living with a couple would be weird for her. You understand, right?”

“But, but, Em,” I pleaded, “can’t you explain that it’ll be just for like a month or two? I promise I won’t get in the way or make things weird or anything!”

“I really tried, Adam. I really did. She was set against it. And it’ll be ok. It’s just temporary, right?” She tried smiling and taking my hands in hers.

I was at a loss. I felt myself tearing up and looked away from her in shame. I sat like that for a while, desperate to find another solution, but I didn’t see one. It was a new city for me and I didn’t have any friends I was close with to ask about crashing at their place. So, I had to accept it. I looked up at my girlfriend and tried to play down how hard it was for me. “You’re right, Em. It’s not even such a big deal. I’ll stay at my dad’s for a while. It’s only about an hour from here anyway. We’ll be fine.”

We both tried to smile at each other and spent the night cuddling in our shared apartment for the last time.

I called my father the next day and talked to him about it. At first he almost seemed hesitant and I got desperate “Dad! Please, I really don’t have anywhere to go!”

He reassured me “No, no, son. Don’t worry. Of course, you’ll always have a place with me. Of course. It’s just…well, it’ll be fine. I’m traveling for business for the next few weeks, so it’ll be just you and Megan at home. But that’s ok, with you, right?”

“Of course! Thanks so much, dad. Yeah, it’ll be fun. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.”

My father had married Megan just a year before, and since I had been at college, I never really spent any time with her. It’d been just me and dad since I was little, so when he had told me he met someone, I was really happy for him. He was a great guy and deserved to be happy. I was a little shocked when he said they were getting married so soon after meeting, but when I saw her I could understand why. She was about 35 years old, about ten years younger than my dad, and she was stunning. Tall, 5’10” I guessed, beautiful long red hair, green eyes that felt like they were looking through you, and a distractingly good body. She had a tight, toned athletic body, narrow waist, and large breasts, firm enough to stay perky, but soft and round and almost impossible to look away from.

They made a funny couple, my dad and Megan. She was a couple of inches taller with looks that demanded attention, while my father was nice looking for his age, but you’d never notice him for his looks. And next to Megan’s glowing confidence, he almost seemed to shrink. But they seemed happy with each other and were married in a quick ceremony. I wasn’t even there! Just something with a couple of their friends, he said. If I was skeptical at all, seeing at how relaxed and happy my dad was since Megan moved in made me really happy for him.

I admit I was pretty bummed about moving back home, but all that evaporated when I actually got there. Megan was inviting and friendly. I was worried it might be awkward, but she made me feel at home from the moment I arrived, greeting me with a big hug at the door, “Welcome home, Adam! I know this wasn’t part of your plan, but we’re happy to have you here. Why don’t you go unpack and get settled in your room, and come on down whenever you’re ready. izmir escort Sound good?”

Her smile was warm and genuine and I forgot even why I was hesitant to come home. “Sounds great. Thanks so much, Megan.”

And that’s how it was for the first few days. All smiles and hugs. We’d have coffee together in the morning and then wine with dinner in the evenings. Our chats weren’t super deep, but we were getting to know each other a bit, and definitely having a nice time. When things changed, I had nobody to blame but myself.

It was late afternoon. I was lounging on the couch when I heard her keys in the front door. I have to admit that seeing her come home from her runs and yoga classes was a guilty highlight of my day. Seeing Megan in her skin tight leggings, her flat tummy exposed, her breasts almost spilling out of her tight sports top, who wouldn’t like to see her like that? Her body would still be sweaty, too, which somehow made her look even sexier. She’d answer my “Good workout, Megan?” playfully, tossing her ankle socks at me “See for yourself!” and we’d both have a nice laugh.

But when she came in that day, her usual calm had been replaced by a hectic rushing around. “Adam, I totally forgot I had dinner plans tonight. Can I ask you to just pick up around the house? I have to just jump into the shower and run. Just maybe collect the laundry and put away the dishes, ok?”

“Sure, no problem,” I replied, trying to sneak a glance at her tight butt as she walked past, as I often did. A few times I thought she’d caught me looking, but I just made like I was looking at my phone. But my god, her ass! Each cheek defined so perfectly in her yoga pants. It was perfect. I felt wrong for looking at my dad’s wife like that, but couldn’t help it.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs and figured I’d get started on the dishes. I had just finished up in the kitchen when she ran past me and said “You can just grab the dirty clothes and leave them by the washer. I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Bye!” I heard the door close behind her. She did have a habit of leaving her clothes around the house sometimes, but since she was doing most of the chores anyway, I didn’t have any complaints. Also, I’d be lying if I said that seeing her clothes here and there wasn’t kind of nice for me. I took it as a sign of how comfortable we were with each other, plus getting to see her panties lying on the floor was definitely a turn on.

Seeing her panties balled up on the floor of the bathroom, as much as I knew I shouldn’t, I would sometimes grab them, hold them to my face, and sniff. Her aroma was incredible. It was like a bolt of electricity coursing through my body. I was always super quick about it, making sure to leave them just as I found them on the floor. If I was lucky, they’d still be sweaty from her body, smelling incredible. So that night, with her out of the house, and her actually asking me to pick up the clothes she’d just taken off, I felt like I had hit the jackpot! I was almost trembling as I picked up her panties. She’d worn a pink pair made from a super thin material, and I could see how they were still wet in the crotch, all the way through to the back.

Having the house to myself for a change, I took no time in deciding to take her panties to my room. My heart was pounding as I almost ran into my room and jumped onto my bed. I hadn’t allowed myself to even sniff them on the way, figuring a little denial would turn me on even more. I was on my back, pants pulled down, shirt pulled up in anticipation of blowing a huge load, one hand on my cock, the other clutching Megan’s panties. I closed my eyes as I took them to my face and inhaled long and deep. I let out a moan as I took in her scent. My cock already throbbing hard and I gave another long sniff. Eyes closed, I could think of nothing but Megan’s tight ass, how these panties were up against her pussy as she ran and just inhaled deeply again, moaning even louder.

I was in heaven, lost in the scent of her pussy, her sweat, her panties. All I knew was how good she smelled, how hard I was, and how close I was to cumming. Totally lost. Which is why I didn’t hear her come back up the stairs, or notice her standing in my open doorway. She cleared her throat loudly and I screamed, shocked that I wasn’t alone.

“Ahh! Oh god!” I stammered and clumsily pulled at my pants, dropping her panties, panicked, startled, humiliated. “I…Megan…I didn’t know…ummmmm”

“Not exactly what I meant when I said to collect the laundry, Adam.” And was she…smiling?

“No, I know…I just…” but she cut me off.

“Quiet, now. Don’t insult me by denying what I just saw, ok, hon? Just shush as I decide what I’m going to do.” She wouldn’t stop looking right me as my face burned with embarrassment. “So, certainly if I tell your father what you’ve been up to, your little arrangement here will be over, won’t it?”

I nodded. Of course it would. kahramanmaraş escort My pants were still around my knees, but at least I’d managed to get my underwear back up. Though my hardon was clear as day, poking against my boxerbriefs. God, why wouldn’t it go down!

“Do you want that, Adam? I could call him and he’d tell you to be out by tomorrow, woudn’t he?”

“Yeah. Probably,” I muttered as I stared at the floor.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Megan snapped at me. Startled, I flinched and looked up at her, shocked to find her definitely smiling now.

“So here’s my proposal. I keep this between us, but under a few conditions,” she said as she stepped closer to me.

“Of course! Anything! Please, I’m so sorry, Megan,” I was begging and desperate. If they kicked me out for this, it’s not like I could explain to Emma. I’d be screwed!

“Shhhh. I said shush, Adam. I just came back in to grab my phone from my dresser and I do have to run to my dinner now, so I don’t have time to sort this out with you now,” she paused and touched my cheek. I shuddered. “So let’s agree on this for now. You will do what I say, when I say it. Anything I don’t tell you to do, you must ask permission to do before doing it, and you are to do nothing without my explicit orders or permission. No questions asked and no more second chances. Is that acceptable to you, hon?”

I was ready to agree to anything. I had no choice, afterall. “Of course, Megan. Yes. Your house, you are in charge.”

She smiled. “Good boy. Now, I’m going to watch you put my panties back into my room, then I’m going to lock the door, since you obviously can’t be trusted.”

I nodded and picked up her dirty panties from where I’d dropped them on my bed and bent down to pull up my pants and return them to her room.

Megan slapped my hands away from my pants. “Did I say to pull up your pants!? Already breaking the rules. I guess I should just call your father.”

“No, wait. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Megan. I’ll listen.” And I hobbled to her room, pants falling around my ankles. My face blushing bright red, it felt hot. I heard her let out a little laugh as I took my stupid little steps to her room. She followed behind me and locked her bedroom door.

“See? See how easy it is to just do as I say?” her finger on my face again as I nodded. “And look? Seems like you are enjoying our arrangement so far?” and she took my chin and forced my glance down, to my cock still hard and poking against my underwear. “Come on!” I thought to myself, “why now!”

Picking my head back up to look at her, she asked “Is there anything you’d like to ask permission to do before I leave, dear?” Her green eyes staring at me.

We could both see how hard I was, but I couldn’t muster the nerve to ask her if I could jerk off. Imagine! So I shook my head “No.”

“Ok, Adam. But do NOT break the rules again or the deal is off. And hon,” she continued with a smile, “I WILL know if you do.” Watching her walk down the stairs I noticed for the first time how hot she’d dressed for her dinner. Spiky high heels, black stockings, and a tight black dress that clung to her body, showing off her breasts and their cleavage, leaving her shoulders and much of her back exposed. I stood at the top of the stairs, frozen, head spinning from what had just happened. She look back up at me and laughed “You do have permission to pull up your pants now, hon.” And she left.

I was shaking as I dropped onto the couch. I was so mad at myself for being so stupid and getting caught doing it! What if I got kicked out? What if Emma found out why? God, would dad ever forgive me? What have I done? My mind was racing, and I needed to calm down. “Megan said it’d be ok. I just have to listen to her” I told myself, trying to relax. I took some deep breaths and tried watching some tv as a distraction. It seemed like time was frozen. I was both terrified of what Megan would say when she got home. But I also needed to know what she would say! I felt I’d lost control over my life and was desperate to at least know what was going to happen. I’d stare at the door, trying to will Megan back home.

After the longest four hours of my life, I heard the key in the door. I jumped to my feet, and waited for Megan to enter.

The door opened, my heart was pounding in my chest as Megan walked in. Seeing me standing, as if at attention, she smiled her warm smile at me, and laughed softly. “Looks like someone has been waiting for me to get home! Happy to see me, hon?”

I was stammering again, “I just wanted to apologize again, Megan. Really, I don’t know what–” she put her finger to her red lips and stopped me mid-sentence.

“We’re past all that now, hon. Ok? So stop it. That part is over, we both know what you did, you accepted that I’ll be in charge and now you just have to follow that one rule. Just do as I say, and your little violation of manavgat escort my privacy will never be a problem.” Her words, though I still didn’t know exactly what she meant, were calming to me, slightly. My heart was still pounding as she came closer, put her hands on my shoulders and said “Now, take a deep breath, and slowly let it out.” She did it with me. “Good. Now again, and this time, feel how relaxing it is to just let Megan be in charge. No more worrying about doing the right thing. No more worrying about what dad will think, what is best for you, what you want. Let me take care of all that worrying and thinking. You just have to do as I say. Now, big deep breath and hold it.” I did as she said, filling my lungs, trying to accept what was happening, “and now as you let it out, let out all that worrying.” As I exhaled. “Good, now again. Big deep breath, taking in your nice, relaxing, comforting, breath. Big deep breath, Adam, breath it in and and think Obeeeeeeey,” I shuddered softly as I did as she said, feeling my heart slow, my breathing get steadier. “And now let out all that worry, and exhale. Good boy. Now again.” We repeated it three more times. By the end, I really was quite calm. She smiled, and said “Feel better, dear? No more panic?”

I nodded in agreement and moved to sit next to her as she took a place on the couch. She stopped me. “No, Adam. I sit here on the couch and you sit on the floor at my feet. Don’t worry if you think it’s weird or anything else. Let me make all those decisions and you just…” she trailed off and looked at me expectantly.

“Oh, ummm…I obey.” I saw her smile approvingly and instantly felt better having done something right.

“Yes, hon. I say what to do and you obey.” She was smiling again, but with a gleam in her eye I hadn’t seen before. “Now, sit at my feet and let’s talk about how things are going to be.”

I sat on the floor next to her feet. Her legs were crossed, and her dress was hiked up showing much of her thigh, up to the top of her stocking. She was dangling one of her pointed black high heels off her foot as she spoke. “I’m going to explain things to you now, and I want you just to listen. Do what I say, and only speak if I ask you a direct question. Understand?” She looked down at me and I felt 3 inches tall.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Wonderful. Off to a perfect start. Now, dear, show me how you’ve accepted your place at my feet. Give each of my shoes a kiss, right on the tips.” She bent over her lap a little to watch me, “And do not make me wait. If I tell you to do something, you don’t worry about how you feel about it, you just…” raising an eyebrow at me.

“…I obey” I answered and bent down and kissed her shiny shoes. One kiss on the front of each. It was embarrassing to do, and I felt a little ridiculous kissing her shoes, but I reminded myself that I had no choice and could almost hear Megan’s reassuring voice, telling me to relax and obey.

“Now, seeing as we both know how much you like to sniff my things, remove my shoes one at a time. Hold each to your face and let me see you inhale deeply through your nose. And do NOT hesitate.”

My hands shaking, I did as she said. Her shoes a heady mix of her sweaty feet and the leather. I tried just telling myself to just do as she said, that I had no choice, not to think about it. But, as I smelled her shoes, did I, I mean, did I like it? Did I feel myself getting hard? “Just do as she says, don’t worry, don’t worry” I told myself, again and again.

I was broken out of my mantra when she said “Now, lay down. And just listen. No, put your head here under my feet and lay on your back. Good, like that.” Then she placed her stockinged feet on my face, one foot covering my nostrils, the other across my lips. The scent of her feet filled my head, I couldn’t escape it. Salty, funky, sour, sweet, I inhaled deeply as she spoke. “Good, good. There it is. Just sniff and listen. This is how it’s going to be now. No more just lounging around and having me take care of the house. All the chores, those are now yours. You will have coffee waiting for me when I wake up, you will have all of my meals prepared and keep the house clean.” She wiggled her toes on my lips, pushing them into my mouth. “You may suck on my foot now.” Doing as she said, my mouth filled with the salty taste of her sweaty nylons and feet after a night squeezed into her tight shoes.

It was all a new experience for me, the taste, the smell, how her nylons felt against my tongue, my face. I concentrated on my breathing so as not to gag as she pushed all of her toes into my mouth. I sucked, hoping I was doing what she wanted. My heart jumped as I heard her laugh, hoping that I hadn’t done something else wrong.

“Well, look at that. Seems like my panties aren’t the only thing you like to sniff, hmmm?” She took her foot out of my mouth and tapped it against the hardon tenting my jeans. Her touch on my aching cock was electric. I felt I could almost cum just from that and let out a moan. “Oh no you don’t!” and she shoved her foot back into my mouth. You must ask permission for everything, especially orgasms. And, spoiler alert, hon. You aren’t getting one for quite a while. What you did was very wrong and you have a long way to go to earn anything as nice as an orgasm. Now, keep sucking my foot, dear.”

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The Fantom accidentally discovers an opening leading into the basement of an underground mansion of the uber rich, decorated in an Egyptian theme. Finding Trouble with the guards, he needs to Romance both a seductive mother and her beautiful daughter in order to escape.

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Over there! What’s that!

I am exploring in the Roman level of Underworld, well below the streets of London. In fact, it is even deeper than the basements and sub-basements of the Old Opera House. The walls here are mostly stone or simply compressed rubble and dirt. Some arches remain, silent sentinels, guarding the last vestiges of Rome from the inevitable crush pressing down from above. The passageways here are small, far from straight or level, and not unlike spelunking. Transiting them is more slithering than walking, and I have a real fear of being buried alive by a cave in.

But as I loosen a stone, and pull away some dirt, I see 20th century bricks! I am hoping that the bricks are part of a basement to one of the old shoppes that were destroyed during World War 2. I have only a few tools with me, but it should be enough. Scraping away at the weak mortar, the first brick slides out. Shining my torch into the void, I see what appears to be dust-covered bottles of wine. Even better, they are on wooden shelving. It could be a great find, but just as easily, it could be nothing but very old spoiled vinegar.

I loosen enough bricks to squeeze through and come out between the shelves. Picking up a bottle, I illuminate the label. 2016?? These are not old bottles. I must be someone’s wine cellar! Just then, I hear the whir of a compressor motor, and stepping around a corner, I see a large wine chiller filled with bottles of Champagne.

Behind me I hear a great crash and a blast of dusty air hits me. Quickly moving back to the opening, all I find is debris. It has collapsed. I cannot tell how far back the collapse goes, but that way is now blocked. Having no other choice, I might as well find out exactly where I am, and perhaps, a way back to the surface.

I open a solid steel door and peek out. It’s a giant swimming pool! This must be one of those luxury mansions that the uber rich are building in London. Unable to go sideways, they build down, sometimes several levels deep. The pool is decorated in an Egyptian motif, with ornate painted pillars supporting the roof above. The pool has an intricate shape with several curved nooks highlighted by underwater lighting. The walls are painted with scenes reminiscent of Egypt in the time of the pharaohs. And next to the pool are lounge chairs in an Egyptian revival style, not unlike those pulled from a pharaoh’s tomb. I smile at the irony, here is a modern attempt to recreate an Egyptian pool, yet not far from where I stand is a still useable 2000-year-old Roman bath!

Well, at least I know what to expect. I’ll just keep going higher, excuse myself to anyone I meet, locate the front door, and let myself out.

Continuing through another set of doors, I pass what appears to be a small garage. Looking at the vehicles, this is definitely the home of someone with money. Lots and lots of money. There is a ramp, which may lead up to street level, but the door is down and probably requires a code to open. I see a concrete stairwell leading up and walk towards it.

“STOP!” yells a heavily accented voice. I turn and see a man holding a gun, but I am closer to the stairwell, and make a dash for it. A second later, I hear a gunshot, followed by a ricochet off the wall behind me. Given such motivation, I throw open the stairwell door and leap up two steps at a time. Opening a more refined door at the top, I look around and find that I am in a kitchen at street level. Unfortunately, the door to freedom is opening and the gun hand of another guard appears.

I panic. They are shooting at me! I dash down a short hallway looking for a way out. But ahead of me I hear a frantic man’s voice and a set of replies that sound as if they are coming from a radio. Passing an elegant staircase, I ascend as quietly as possible, and find another hallway with several doors. For now, I need a place to hide, so I enter the first room and close the door behind me.

I listen at the door and hear a shout, “Check all these rooms!”

Looking around, I am in a very large and very well-appointed bedroom. There is a bed, but surely, they will check under there. To the right, I see a large walk-in closet with a dressing area, the door ajar. I would be trapped in there. There is another door further to my right. Hopefully it leads to safety. I head for it as the voices outside the door get closer. Opening it, I see an en suite bathroom, but I am not alone. Against the opaque glass door, I see the backlit shadow of a woman taking a shower!

Behind me, I hear the hallway door open, and quickly close the bathroom door. The voices have entered the bedroom. There is no place for me to hide. I have no choice. I carefully slide open the düzce escort door of the quite large shower and squat down to avoid being backlit. With me in the shower is a mature woman, possibly around 50 years old. Thankfully, she is facing away, letting the water from multiple shower heads run down her back. Unfortunately, two of those shower heads are pointing right at me!

She must have felt the cooler air when I opened the shower door, and turns to face me. I see her brace herself with her hands, then her right foot comes flying at me. As her foot makes contact with the left side of my face, I turn my head slightly to lessen the blow, and catch her foot with my left hand.

WAIT! What’s on her ankle? I see a gold bracelet, inset with a stunning royal blue stone. I have seen this before. French tips on her toenails? I smell her foot. Almonds! Before she screams, I whisper, “Row 2, Seat 4”.

Trying to keep her balance, she otherwise freezes. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a silk handkerchief with a monogram of the letter ‘F’, give it a shake, then drape it over her foot.

“The Fantom!” she says softly. “Shhhhh!”

I remember her now. I normally don’t visit any women in row 2 during a performance at the Old Opera House. It is too close to the stage and too well lit. But when I saw her walk in and take her seat, I had to. The way she walked. The way she carried herself. The way she commanded the aisles. She seduced every man, and turned every head, including mine. I went to the sub-basement of the Old Opera House, found row 1, seat 4, and opened the round iron grate beneath that seat. As I lifted my head through the opening, I was dazzled by her golden anklet. But her shoes and feet were equally impressive, and I thoroughly enjoyed caressing them during the performance for over 30 minutes.

As I release her foot, the door to the bathroom is flung open and excited voices are yelling in Arabic. The woman steps forward and pulls my head against her hairy crotch, then yells back even louder in the same language. I cannot understand Arabic, but I hear the whimper in their voices as they retreat and close the door.

“Stay quiet. They won’t be back,” says the woman as she releases my head, but she does not step back. I look up through the falling water and blink several times to clear my eyes. The woman before me is a timeless beauty in the mold of Sophia Loren. Not a woman who tries to look 20 years younger, but a woman who embraces her age, and yet, seemingly defies it. No longer thin, she carries her weight well, and if anything, it has softened her curves in a very flattering way. Her long black hair has but a whisp of grey, her brown eyes are still radiant, and somehow, for some reason, she is smiling at me.

“Do not move. I have a hair appointment this morning, and wish to wash my hair,” she says. Reaching into a side cubbie, she pulls out a bottle designer shampoo and applies it to her hair. As she raises her hands to massage her head, her magnificent breasts are uplifted, and I wonder if her intent is to show them off to me. Her nipples protrude from large, dark areolas, wrinkled just slightly. As her hands move across her hair, her breasts sway gently, and I follow them with my eyes. The water from the shower hits those breasts, some of it cascading down between them, the rest following her curves down to her nipples, from which two thin streams trickle down onto my face.

She turns away from me, her bum cheeks just centimeters away from my face. The water from the shower is purging the shampoo from her hair, and the white froth slides down her back, driven by the faster moving water. Both froth and water come together at the cleft above her rounded cheeks before continuing downward.

She uses her hands to fluff her hair, now there is only clear water flowing down her back. I lean forward, letting my tongue gently touch the cleft between her round cheeks, hoping she doesn’t feel me, and yet hoping that she does. The warm water is no longer flows smoothly, instead it gushes over my tongue and flares outward over her cheeks. Surely, she can feel the difference.

She flexes her bum slightly, perhaps wondering why water feels different, but more likely, she has already guessed. She leans ever so slightly forward, her bum rising, but in my squatting position, my tongue cannot follow, and instead slips lower down her crack. She must know it is me. Straightening herself, my tongue rises gently back up her crack. I try to redirect the water against her, so she does not feel me, but I doubt my success. She repeats the same two movements several times, no longer curious, now certain, enjoying the sensations of frothy warm water and a slippery tongue inside her crack.

Hasn’t all the shampoo has been rinsed out? Yet she remains, like a performer who doesn’t want to leave the stage. Finally, she turns, but I am too slow, and her left cheek brushes against mine.

“Sorry,” edirne escort she says. But I am sorry too, that the shower may be ending. She faces me, giving me one more look at the front of her magnificent body, then turns off the water.

Looking down at me, she says, “Those men work for the owner of this mansion. I am his mistress, and the mother of his child. Even though he is away, his men take security very seriously. Your clothes and shoes are wet. If you try to leave now, they will simply follow the drips and catch you. I suggest you take them off and hang them up. While they are drying, we can try to find a way for you to escape.”

She opens the sliding door to the shower and her nude form steps out past me. Leaving the shower door open, she picks up a towel, and starts drying herself off, but does so rather slowly, moving the towel over her body in a seductive manner. I cannot help but watch, and she knows it. Perhaps that is her intention.

She opens the outer bath door and says, “Use the other towel to dry yourself, then come out so we can talk.”

I stand up in the shower, and cannot feel any dry spots on either my body or my clothes. I take them off, wring them out, and hang them up, knowing that it will take several hours before they are dry. At least the moisture on my own body is being sucked up by the large Turkish towel.

After hanging up the towel, I realize I have no dry clothing, and that both towels are quite wet. The woman did not seem to mind me looking at her nude form, and seeing no other option, I must return the favor before I can ask her for something else to wear.

I step out of the bathroom and see her sitting at a rather large vanity. She is wearing a long red silk robe, but it is not tied. It hangs open, covering little more than her back and shoulders. She is applying face cream, rubbing it into her skin. I approach, and stand behind her, then realize she can see my naked body clearly in her mirror. I can see her face too, and watch her smile.

“Na’eeman, Mr. Fantom.”

“What does that mean?”

“It is Arabic. Blessings on your cleanliness and refreshment of health. My name is Rana, and this is my home.”

“I would appreciate if you just call me Fantom.”

“I understand, Fantom. You are a mysterious man. I don’t know how you got past the guards to get into my home, but I assure you they will not stop looking until they find you. How do you plan to get back out? You wouldn’t happen to have one of your secret mirrors in my bedroom so you can watch me undress, would you?”

I look into her vanity mirror, and see hunger in her alluring brown eyes as she stares at me, almost as if she hopes I will say YES!

“I came into your wine cellar through a tunnel, but it collapsed behind me. I found my way into your garage and one of the guards saw me. He was holding a gun, so I ran, and he fired.”

“You should have stopped, told the truth, and they would have released you. Now, they are alerted and will shoot you on sight. We will have to find some way to get you out, without being seen. How did you recognize me from the opera?”

She is my only ally in this dangerous place, so I decide to try some charm. “I saw your gold anklet, it as extraordinary and unforgettable as its wearer. Then I smelled the almond scent of your foot cream. A quick glance at your feet told me all I needed to know. I will never forget the curve of your heel, the arch of you foot, the softness of your sole, and the shape of your lovely toes. If you have any of your almond scented foot cream, may I have the honour of rubbing it onto your feet.”

“Fantom, your flattery is wasted. I am much older than you.”

“I care not about age; I care about beauty. Did I not pick you out from all the other women that night at the opera?”

“The seeds of your words are falling on fertile ground, Fantom. Be careful what you seek, because a tree begins with a seed. Here is my foot cream.”

I kneel next her bench and her left leg swings around so I can reach her foot. Opening the jar, I dip my fingers in and gently rub the cream between my fingers. It is quite luxurious, slippery by not oily, with a mild by easily identifiable almond fragrance.

As I go to pick up her left foot, I realize that her right leg has barely moved. Her legs are now spread wide apart, giving me an unhindered view of her hairy mound, now dry, allowing the fullness of her soft hairs to fluff outward. I look up at her, but she is paying me no mind, instead working on her makeup.

Picking up her foot, I apply a trail of small dabs atop her foot, then move both of my hands beneath them to apply the cream to her soles. I refrain from a massage, instead, using just light pressure to rub the cream into her skin. I do not want her to feel two thumbs pressing forcefully into her skin, I want to surround her foot with the warm sensations of my hands. I rotate my hands back and forth, up elazığ escort and down, side to side, and every way I can to apply the cream and gently caress her skin.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of danger!

“Hurry! Get under here!”

I slip under her vanity table and position myself between her legs. She flings her robe over top, trying to shield me.

“Omm? Can I come in?” a young woman’s voice says.

“Certainly, Heba. I always have time for my daughter.”

“I’m having trouble with my boyfriend,” says Heba.

“Men and Trouble go together,” says Rana, squeezing my head between her knees.

“He tells me he doesn’t like my feet. I wear the most expensive footwear I can find, but it doesn’t help. He says my toes look funny and my feet aren’t very soft.”

“How is the rest of your relationship? Is he a loving man? Does he treat you well?”

“He is, and I know he cares for me, but he also says I am unskilled at sucking his cock.”

Heba begins describing the romantic activities of her and her boyfriend, and in rather intimate detail. She is using the kind of descriptive wording that only a mother and daughter can share. I am finding it quite erotic and my cock is beginning to swell. The mother must be excited as well, because she reaches under the table and grabs my head with her left hand, pulling my face against her vulva, and burying my nose into a forest of dark curly hair. I cannot think of any other reason for her to do this, so I extend my tongue.

Their conversation continues, and Rana vividly describes the many techniques she uses herself on men. My tongue finds her labia majora already swollen, likely due to her own words and the images floating in her mind. I use long strokes against her, my tongue gliding over the soft flesh, and being teased by her stray hairs. I probe her crack, her outer lips parting easily to reveal her labia minora, so thick and brown and fascinating. I slide my pointed tongue between them, but not to separate. Instead, I penetrate into the soft warm flesh hiding within, then pause, allowing those lips to close around my tongue.

Rana’s descriptions are so vivid, my own mind fills with the image of her working my cock. I pull my tongue back slightly, then drag the backside downward, searching for the opening to her vagina. I find it, already quite wet, and not from the shower. My tongue presses into the opening and I hold it there, hoping less is more, and that she will find the stillness even more erotic than frenzied licking.

Rana’s thighs press in and squeeze me tightly. The conversation becomes vague, as her inner thighs cover my ears. In the confined space, I breathe in her scent. It overwhelms me with a burning desire to smell and taste as much of her as I can. I start moving my tongue in each of the cardinal directions, wagging it side to side, up and down, teasing her scented opening. Still holding my head with her hand, she slides barely forward, positioning her clit against my mouth. I tickle her nub with my tongue, then surround it with my pursed lips, alternately sucking it in and then releasing.

She grabs my hair and spreads her legs, pulling me even tighter against her, and starts grinding my face against her vulva, my nose burrowing deep within her slit, as if I were some inanimate sex toy. She is lost in the passion of her own thoughts and words and can no longer control herself.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Uhhhhh!”

She pushes my head down and a blast of her cum splatters against my face. Rocking back up, she aligns my mouth with her vagina, and sprays a powerful blast deep down my throat. I gladly accept the gift of her warm salty-sweet nectar, swirling the viscous fluid around with my tongue, enjoying the flavour, before swallowing. It is suddenly much brighter, the red robe falling away, leaving me fully exposed.

“Omm! You have a lover,” says the Heba. “You never told me.”

I look over and sitting on the bed is a younger, more petite version of her mother. Perhaps 20 years old, with the same dark hair, she is wearing an aquamarine sun dress and stilettos. She is very pretty, and it is clear she has inherited her mother’s beauty. The only difference I notice is her eyes. Rather than brown, they are a dazzling green.

“A lady never discusses such things,” says Rana. “But for you dear, yes, this is my lover!”

What? I am dumbfounded. She is either ashamed that she just had a massive orgasm in front of her daughter, or perhaps, this is part of her escape plan, so I play along.

“But he is no ordinary lover, he is the famous Fantom from the Old Opera House.”

“Theeee Fantom! Theeee Fantom!” squeals Heba with delight, looking directly at me. “I’ve read so much about you on social media. All my friends want to go to the opera now, but we can’t get tickets. And here you are, right in my own home! Oh, Wow! Oh, Wow!”

Rana says, “You must not tell anyone Heba. What if your father learns of this? That would make trouble.”

“A wise woman once told me that Men and Trouble go together,” says Heba.

“Security is alerted, so I will need your help to get him out of the mansion.”

“Of course, Omm. This sounds like another exciting adventure for The Fantom. But once he escapes, can I post his story on social media?”

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Have you ever learned a truth that changed the meaning of your entire life? Could the fact that they found life on Mars change your beliefs? That is probably not relevant enough to have any effect on you. How about finding out the secret that you are actually the grandson of Ronald Reagan? That could alter the way people see you but not by a lot. I learned a truth that was way more influential and unpredictable than both of these examples.

It was my second month in Glenn Heights. I had changed many cities since starting college but none of them were as upscale as this one. The streets were full of BMW, Mercedes, Lexus, and etc. SUVs. It was a visibly “Karen” neighborhood, with pompous, entitled blonde women. I was worried about looking out of place but then again I had earned the right to live here, albeit in a small apartment, through hardwork.

The chain of events that led to the surprise fact that changed my life started at the local Safeway store. I went in dressed up as neatly as possible and looking like a professional who is taking a break from his sophisticated work. There were many elder women and men either retired or in the process of, along with some raucous, spoiled groups of teenagers who snuck out of school. Men at my age usually didn’t show up here at this hour as it was not after work yet. I could because I was working from home. I first went to produce to pick some vegetables, then eggs, then meats.

At the meat section I happened to see an attractive blonde probably 6′ tall. She did not pay attention to me as I passed behind her. She was wearing a light yellow tshirt, black leggings, and white tennis shoes with no-show socks. Her hair had a gorgeous color and was shiny like the sun. So as not to appear ghetto, I tried ignoring her and focused on what I was trying to get. With some hesitation I grabbed the cheapest pack in the freezer. Yes I was earning okay but not enough to afford tri-tips. I moved on to the baking aisle.

I love baking so I grabbed some flour, baking powder, and instant yeast. I went around the end to the cereals aisle. And there she was again looking at cereals. She still didn’t pay attention. I looked around to other things and started waiting until she finished at the shelves I was planning to look, but she was absorbed with the boxes and didn’t look like was going to move any time soon.

After a minute or two I started hearing mumbling. She was talking to herself! From what I could make she was reading the ingredients: “Corn, wheat, starch, magnesium.. why can’t they explain what these are. How about this one: rice, barley, corn starch, potassium what??” Her image in my mind changed all of a sudden from a rich blonde girl to a middle-class nutjob.

In another minute or two, all of a sudden she turned to me and started talking like worked there: “Excuse me, I am trying to figure this out and it is driving me crazy. I have peanut allergy. Do any of these ingredients have peanuts? Like it says potassium disulphate or something. Is that related to peanut?”

I smiled. “Umm, no potassium is just a preservative here. We can check the bottom. This one says peanut allergy safe. Did you see?” I said.

She said, “Ohh silly me! I didn’t read the bottom! Thank you so much! I spend so much time trying to find safe food it is crazy. I can’t eat in any small restaurants around here. Not sure how they prepare. Do you cook at home? I see you bought a lot of ingredients?”

“Yes, I like cooking,” I said. “Also, I am new here so I don’t know which restaurant is good.”

“Oh cool! I suck at cooking. Wish I had my mom’s skills but oh well she takes care of our meals. I want to try different foods too though. What do you usually cook?”

“Not really crazy stuff but like fettucini, lasagna, and I bake pizza.”

“I love pizza!” she said, most likely not even knowing what the others meant. “I’d love to try the other ones too. Do you live by yourself?”

“Yes, I am staying in an apartment,” I replied, to set the expectations right.

“Cool! Well welcome to the area. My name is Sarah,” she said while to my surprise extending her hand for a shake.

I held her hand and replied, “Nice to meet you. I am David,” with a smile.

“Nice to meet you as well. I am just chilling today. I finished my morning workout and will be going to Starbucks in a bit. Well, see you around, David,” she said with a smile.

Her blue eyes were mesmerizing. “Bye,” I could just reply.

I continued my shopping, but with her in my mind the whole time. Then I got angry at myself for not offering to buy her a cup of coffee. Next six days I was occupied with work. I did not get a chance to see Sarah again but was thinking of her the whole time. I decided to go the day I was off to Starbucks around that time we met and offer her a cup of coffee.

So I went to Starbucks exactly after a week, got a tall coffee, and sat next to the door watching the way to the door. After an hour, by 11:15 AM she still hadn’t showed up. “I guess she is not coming today,” I thought tekirdağ escort to myself. I was getting ready to go when I saw her walking towards the store. I rearranged the table to make it look like I had just arrived or something. She opened the door with a thoughtful expression, unawares that I was waiting right next to it.

As she walked in I stood up and said, “Sarah, what a surprise!”

She was startled for a moment but then recognized me and smiled. “David, right? How are you? Nice to see you again,” she said.

“I am good thanks! I decided to get a coffee too today. Can I treat you one? What do you like?”

“Ohh, you don’t have to do that,” she said, but I insisted so she agreed. I bought her a frappuccino and we sat around my table.

“So, have you explored around yet?” she asked and I told her I was busy with work and would appreciate her suggestions. We started chatting about this and that. She was 25 years old, 2 years younger than me, had finished college 2 years ago, and right now was just staying home enjoying life. I figured her family to be richer than I had imagined.

In the next couple weeks we hung out together on my off days. She actually came to my home few times to try my food and loved it. We did not become lovers. She did not give any signals that she wanted me so I acted civil, although I masturbated thinking of her. We worked out and even played squash together a couple times, during which she sometimes took off her shoes to dry out her socks, upon which I tried hard to hide my bulge.

Finally, after 3 weeks of hanging out together with no serious attempts, came a moment when she said something that excited me. “Today I want to take you somewhere,” she said playfully, “I would like to take you to meet my friends.”

“Sure, I would love to,” I said, but I blushed for some reason. The way she told me made me feel there was something special to it. Maybe I wanted to believe that we were getting serious.

“There is one requirement though,” she said more playfully and giggling, “You need to be blindfolded when you meet them.”

That surprised me. I furrowed my eyebrows and playfully asked with a Tom Cruise smile, “Why?”

“I and the girls have an agreement. We will not let each others’ friends learn where we live. You trust me right? Don’t worry, I won’t sell you!” she said finishing with a laugh.

Yes, I trusted her. Why should I not? She was blonde, beautiful, and from rich family. We got into her white Cadillac Escalade, she blindfolded me with a pretty scarf and told me not to touch it. We drove slowly to some place fifteen minutes away. She got out of the car first then helped me out, and together we walked to the house. She knocked on the door.

The door opened cautiously and all of a sudden there were girly screams and cheers. “Ohh my god you brought him!” one of the other girls said with joyful amazement in her voice.

“Yep, here he is,” said Sarah with self-satisfaction.

“Ohh, he is handsome!”, said another girl.

We stepped inside. Sarah said, “The one on the left is Kyla, the one on the right is Judy.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too!” they giggled together.

“Okay, let’s have a seat then,” said Sarah.

We sat around the dining table. My eyes were still blindfolded. We chatted randomly for a few minutes.

Then Sarah said, “We are going to play a game now. Are you all ready?”

“Yes we are!” said the girls.

“I guess I am too,” I said shily. They giggled.

“Okay, here are the rules,” started Sarah with an authoritative voice. “We will put an object in front of your nose and you have to figure out what it is.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

There were sounds of them rushing to get the objects and their giggles for a while. Then Sarah said, “Here is the first object.”

I felt the existence of an object something in front of my face. I sniffed it. “Hmm, so familiar,” I said, “ahh of course. Colgate toothpaste!”

“Pretty good start!” Sarah said. “Okay, second item.”

I sniffed. “Teabag!” I said.

“Correct! Two in two. Well, it is going to get harder. Here is the next one.”

I heard the wrinkling of plastic bag. “Hmm, some kind of nuts. Almond?”, I asked.

“Close. Pumpkin seeds,” Sarah said. “Next one.”

I heard a container being open and something cold was held in front of my nose. “Sour cream,” I said.

“Nope, Swiss Cheese,” she replied. Girls giggled. Sarah took a moment. I heard soft knocks from the floor. “Okay, Here is another,” she said.

This time I could feel the item was bigger. It radiated some warmth and had a pungeant scent. “Popcorn,” I said. Girls giggled louder this time.

“Nope, guess again,” Sarah said.

“Cheese pizza,” I said.

“Nope. One last guess,” Sarah responded.

“Err, Cheetoes?” I said timidly.

Sarah and the girls laughed. “It is my shoe!” she said, “I just took it off! Okay, one last one.”

For tokat escort this they wanted me to sit sideway so I did. It took a minute for them to bring the object. This time the stink was unmistakable. “Parmesan cheese!” I said.

They all laughed very hard. The object fell on my lap. “Touch it, you will find out,” said Sarah.

I gently held the object in both hands. It was cylindrical. It felt like a big warm salami in a wrap but flat and softer at the bottom. I moved my hands on it towards myself and felt that it got narrower. The shape started to materialize in my mind. Finally I reached the toes and got assured. “It’s a foot,” I said. They giggled.

“Yes, that is Kyla’s. Smells strong doesn’t it? Why don’t you hold it to your nose and take another sniff,” Sarah said this time more seriously.

With my heart beating faster I lifted Kyla’s foot to my nose and sniffed her toes. As I said, it smelled like permesan! I got an instant erection.

Sarah said, “Girl, your feet reek! What did you do?”

Kyla said, “I didn’t shower for 5 days and I wore the same socks for 6 days.”

Judy said, “Can I take a sniff?” After sniffing she said, “Ewww, omg Kyla!!”

Sarah said, “Okay girls, are you ready?”

They said, “Uh-huh.”

Upon that the girls started moving around. Sarah’s voice now changed to something more serious. “We are going to play another game, David, but for this we need to tie you up a bit. You are okay with that, right?” she asked more rhetorically than literally.

I said, “Okay, I guess?” Kyla took her foot off my lap. In a few seconds I felt them put a strap over my left wrist.

“Go around twice,” Sarah was telling Judy as they were strapping my arm to the chair. Then they did the same to my other wrist and then to my ankles.

“Okay, now we are going to lay you down. Don’t be scared,” said Sarah. Sarah talked to Judy, “Get a couple of pillows from the sofa.”

Judy asked, “Do we need to pull them out later?”

Sarah said, “I think we can keep them there, what do you think?”

Judy said, “Okay.” I heard ruffles of pillows placed on the floor.

This followed by hands holding on to the back and legs of my chair. “On a count to three,” said Sarah and once she counted to three I felt motion.

At first it was fast, then slowed down, for a split moment I stopped at 45 degrees, then felt I was freefalling. Before I realized what happened, my head and the back of the chair hit the pillows. I got dizzy.

“Ooops, sorry. We were trying to lay you down gently but you slipped off!” said Sarah.

“Uhhh I’m fine,” I said.

Sarah then told one of them, “Quick, put that chair here.” I heard a chair moving and stopping right before my head. “Have a seat here,” said Sarah to one of them. It was amazing to me how she orchestrated everything.

Soon smooth, stinky soles landed on my face. They were Kyla’s. “Here, David, take a deeper sniff,” she said sultrily as she rubbed them to my face. As her smooth soles kneaded my face I deeply inhaled their luscious scent. She rubbed her toes on my nose then my lips. My penis was hard and I tried humping in my chair involuntarily.

Then she put her toes between my lips and said, “Here, taste them.” I licked the bottom of her toes. The flavor was similar to parmesan as well. I had never experienced such pleasure. I shivered with lust. She giggled with excitement.

“It is going good,” said Sarah with a desiring tone, “David, open your mouth wide!”

Kyla pushed her foot into my mouth and moaned. The incoming foot stretched first my lips and then my cheeks wide. I never had something this big in my mouth before. The flavor of her stinky sweat diffused into my mouth. As a reaction, the glands under my tongue generated copious amounts of saliva, which coated her foot. Her foot was halfway in my mouth shortly. Its flavor started to be infused into my tongue, cheeks, and even throat.

I was inhaling deeply from my nose, but that was frequently interrupted by the need to swallow the mixture of sweat and saliva. I felt Kyla was shaking a bit. My eyes were still blindfolded so I could not see what was happening but from her moans it seemed like she was rubbing her own tits. Or maybe the other girls were doing it for her? The idea just occurred to me that they could be satisfying each other there while I was sucking on her foot.

“Ohh, I can feel it!” cried Kyla all of a sudden.

“How is it?” asked Sarah?

“Mmmm it is some tingling sensation at the tip of my toes, similar to those on nipples,” answered Kyla.

Then she pushed her toes deeper. One or two touched the back of my throat. My inhaling started making a whizzing sound. The saliva intensified and I swallowed frequently, but somehow the little oxygen I got in between was sufficient.

“Let me check,” I heard Sarah say. I felt fingers on my chin followed by yanking of it to the right and left. “Not yet,” she said, sounding like a dentist checking on anesthesia.

Kyla trabzon escort was inhaling deeply as if giving birth. Her toes got pushed further in. The whizzing got louder. Saliva mixed with the sweat of her foot kept running into my thrachea. I felt dazy and hazy. It was as if my brain was floating on a river. Was this the effect of oxygen or her foot’s flavor?

Then Kyla did one more push along with a loud moan. I felt my neck expand in a sensation I never had before. My throat was completely blocked. I felt like my neck had gotten twice as thick!

“Ohh my god!!!” cried Judy.

With all seriousness Sarah asked, “Haven’t you seen this before?”

With a trembling voice, Judy repsonded, “Nn-nooh!”

I was cut off from air but somehow I did not feel any burning sensation nor a headache even after a minute with her foot in there. Instead I felt numb, like in anesthesia. I wondered if they had made a tracheostomy on my neck. How could I still not be suffocated?

I felt her foot only vaguely now, like how one feels the dental mirror after the mouth is numb. It was as if my mouth and neck did not belong to me. I also felt someone, most likely Sarah, playing with my penis, which was not as numb. Then I felt Kyla pushing her foot further.

“Ohhhh gosshhh!!!” I heard Judy scream. “Don’t worry he is fine,” said Sarah, “Look!” Then I vaguely felt my chin moved around and my jaws being stretched.

“It is elastic! How??” said Judy with astonishment.

“Yes, his hormones dissolved his bones. They are like rubber now. You have seen it before, right, Kyla?” said Sarah.

Kyla, answered in between breathes like during sex, “Yes, when I was ten. My mom brought a man and I watched her and friends do that to him. He was the dad of my brother. Mmmm it feels sooo goood,” she said as she inserted her foot all the way into my trachae.

I could vaguely feel her toes right in my chest. What I heard Kyla tell got me scared. What had happened to that man? What were they doing to me? What had I become?

“Mmmmm I can feel those little tongues all over the ball of my foot,” said Kyla loudly.

“Yes, those are the flaps that stimulate the ball of your foot. Must feel amazing!” Sarah added scientifically.

“It does!” Kyla said moaning.

“Never seen an entire foot enter a man’s mouth before!” said Judy with amazement.

Then I felt something pressing my forehead. I felt my forehead caving in. Then my head was squeezed from two sides. “I think he is ready,” said Sarah.

“A few more minutes!” said Kyla deeply breathing like giving birth.

Judy yelped, “Ohhhh my Gooood!” as I felt more compressing around my head.

“Judy, you push with your foot from there, I push from here,” said Sarah. Moment later I felt my head was squeezed to the width of a book. “Yes yes, it is like a sponge,” said Sarah.

Kyla was rocking her foot back and forth like fucking my mouth. She apexed and came with a loud moan and tremble. After a minute I felt my throat and mouth emptying. Suddenly the blindfold was removed. Everything was so bright. I could blurily see the three blonde girls looking down at me. “It is about to get more fun, David!” said Sarah.

Kyla took off her shorts and sat on the floor behind me with open legs. Sarah and Judy knelt next to each side of my head. They put their hands around my forehead and pushed hard. My vision moved backwards as if I had moved my head back. Then I saw Kyla’s face looking as if drunk with lust and her shaven pussy with juice flowing from it close to my head.

Kyla did a crab-walk toward my head. I felt her touch the tip of my head although she was still 12 inches away. Then I saw the tip of my head squeezed between the hands of Judy! It was only 3 inches in diameter! My head was like a sponge!

I watched as the tip of my head entered Kyla’s vagina. Her vagina had grabbed it like a mouth. She pulled herself towards me and more of my head got in. Judy and Sarah were squeezing my spongy head to make sure it was right size and Kyla’s vagina was grabbing and pulling it inside.

They kept feeding my head in and Kyla, with moans, approached closer and closer. Finally I was looking right at her clit while my forehead was completely inside her. My head was numb but I could vaguely feel the warmth and the pull of her vagina. “Let’s do it!” said Sarah with the coaching tone of a midwife delivering a baby. All of a sudden I felt Kyla’s vulva slide over my eyes and then over my nose and then my mouth. My entire head up to my shoulders was now in her vagina!

Now I could neither see nor hear anything. I could only feel Kyla rocking her hips back and forth, as well as smell and feel the sticky juice inside her vagina. Her vagina wall was rubbing to my face. I don’t know how long we were in that position but it felt like a long time, maybe an hour. I felt my hands and feet being untied from the chair, the chair removed, and someone riding on my penis. Later I also felt pressure on my chest that changed position, which I figured was Sarah and Judy walking on my chest barefoot.

Sometimes I could barely hear some moaning through the walls of the vagina. While I was in there my head was “sweating” like crazy. It probably was not sweat but some other secretion. I felt a buzz like a drunk person but still pondered about what on earth had been transpiring.

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The following day started like any other Tuesday, and soon I was busy and had forgotten what I had done over the weekend. Shortly after lunchtime, I finished a code review when my phone dinged. It was Pop.

Good afternoon Slut.

I hope you had a lovely evening last night and your day is going great.

I have a few things for you to do today.

What are you wearing today?

I looked around before I responded.

I am at work and wearing maternity pants and a blouse.

He responded right back

Did you remember to wear your butt plug?

I blushed a little and answered

Yes, Pop.

Good slut.

First, go to a restroom, remove your panties, and pull your butt plug out of your ass.

Clean it with your mouth before sitting the plug on the back of the toilet.

Unbutton your blouse and remove your bra, then take a picture of yourself sitting on the edge of the toilet with your legs spread wide.

Slide your fingers into your pussy until they slip freely in and out before tucking your thumb inside your palm and pushing your entire hand inside your pussy.

Get as much of it in as you can, and then take a video of your sliding your hand in and out of your pussy.

You are not allowed to cum, so when you get close, you are to stop.

Take a picture of your pussy with your hand in as far as it will go and another a little further away, showing your tits and face.

After you send me the pictures and the video, you can get dressed except for your panties.

Of course, the butt plug must go back in as well.

Don’t keep me waiting too long, either.

I finished the module I was on and then headed to the restrooms. The women’s room has four stalls along one wall, a small couch, lockers, and a shower. I checked when I entered, and no one was there, so I picked the end stall by the showers and locked the door behind me.

This stall was the dimmest lit of all of them, and I hoped I could get in and out before anyone else came in. I quickly pulled off my pants and panties and pulled and twisted the butt plug until it came out with a plop.

I pushed the plug into my mouth and sat on the edge of the toilet, licking it. While I cleaned the plug, I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and removed it before I unhooked my bra. After removing the bra, and put my blouse back on. I made sure that the blouse was open so my breasts were visible.

I noticed my nipples were a dark red from yesterday and still hurt when I touched them. I took a picture of me sitting on the edge of the toilet with my legs spread before I pushed the first finger inside my pussy.

I was already soaked! I guess the thought of someone coming in and catching me finger fucking myself was turning me on.

I quickly added a second and a third finger and found no real resistance sliding them in and out of my pussy. At this point, my pussy was soaked, making it easy to push the fourth finger inside. After several more minutes of sliding my fingers in and spreading them wide, I tucked my thumb inside my palm and pushed hard.

I had my hand inside me up to my knuckles, so I pulled my hand back out and pushed and twisted harder. I kept that rhythm, trying hard and grunting until I managed to get my hand inside up to the base of my thumb. I had never had anything so massive inside me, and the pressure and pain were almost more than I could take.

I stopped for a minute, trying to give my sore pussy a chance to adjust before I started up again. The pressure was still there, but the pain had dulled a little. As I kept trying to force my hand into my pussy I found that I was breathing very hard, and my clit was standing out like a small dick.

I was so excited.

I kept twisting and making small thrusts until, finally, my hand slid to my wrist inside. I stopped breathing as the feeling of my hand inside my pussy hit my brain. I quickly took the two pictures.

I was so close to an orgasm, but I kept going trying to get right at the threshold before I pulled my hand out when I heard the door to the restroom door open.

Shit, I thought and quickly pulled my hand out of my pussy with a plopping sound.

The sudden removal of my hand also caused me to moan a little.

“Are you ok?” I heard a woman’s voice coming from a couple of stalls down and could hear her heels clicking on the tile floor as she came toward my stall

I pulled the butt plug out of my mouth and answered her.

“I’m ok, thanks for asking,” I said as I struggled to return to a normal position before she got any closer.

“No worries, dear,” the woman said erzurum escort outside the stall door.

I held my breath until I heard her heels clicking towards the front of the restroom and her open and close a stall door. I sat on the toilet, quietly put my bra back on, and buttoned up my blouse.

I pulled the butt plug back out of my mouth and twisted it inside my ass when I heard the toilet flush, and the woman left the stall. I listened to her heels clicking on the tile as she washed her hands and used the hand dryer before leaving the restroom.

I put my panties in my purse and finished dressing before leaving the stall and washing my hands. As I left the restroom, I passed a woman standing in the hall, leaning against a column and reading a journal.

She looked up as I passed, and I noticed her eyes locked on my breasts for a second before she caught my eye and winked. I smiled back and returned to my desk to send the photos and finish the work on my project.

A few minutes later, I got an email from an outside address that said you could get some of the best workplace photos by following the link. I was about to delete the message as spam when I noticed that part of the link had our building name in it.

Curious, I opened the link and was shocked at the photo.

The face of the woman was blurred out, but you could clearly see her breasts hanging out of her blouse, her swollen wide open pussy, and wide spread legs. What shocked me more was the clothes the woman was wearing.

That picture was of me in the restroom right after I had pulled my hand out of my pussy when the woman had entered the room.

I quickly sent a text to Pop.

Did you have someone come into the restroom and take a picture of me?

Sorry Slut, I have no idea where you work, and I had you take pictures.

Why? Pop asked.

I just got an email with a picture of me in the restroom.

My blouse was open, and my breasts were exposed.

While reading the last text, I got another email from the same address.

Meet me at the following address at 5 pm.

Wear what you have on and don’t be late.

I relayed the information to Pop.

Whoever took the picture wants me to meet them after work a few blocks away.

What should I do?

Well, you should go and find out what they want.

If you need help, just let me know, and I will do what I can.

I spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to get out of this. I knew Ken was working another shift and would not be home until late tonight, so I should not have a problem meeting the person and telling them to leave me alone. I decided that would be the best way of dealing with it and left the office a few minutes before 5 pm to meet the mystery person.

The address was about two blocks from the office and ended up being a bar in the middle of a block of small businesses. Working up my nerve, I pulled open the door and entered a dark hallway that led deeper inside the building. I could hear the music beating, and as I got closer to the end of the hall, I could see flashing lights. The music was pretty loud, and there were people all over dancing to the music. Behind the dance floor, I saw the bar and some smaller tables, so I made my way through the crowd at the bar.

“You are not drinking, I hope, sweetie,” the bartender said with a frown. She was a little taller than me, with small breasts and a lithe frame.

“Not on your life,” I told her with a smile. “Can I have a Coke?”

“Sure thing, dear,” she said, smiling back, handing me a Coke before moving down the bar. A few minutes later, she returned, giving me a napkin.

The napkin only had one word on it “Restroom.”

I looked at the bartender, who shrugged her shoulders and pointed to a tall woman walking towards the back.

“She gave it to me to give to you. If you don’t like her, I am sure someone else would be happy to look after you,” she said, giving me a wink.

I thanked her and walked away, wondering how odd the bartender was. As I walked through the crowd following the women who had sent the napkin to me, I noticed several women were looking at me weirdly.

Several women dressed like me so that it couldn’t be my outfit. Maybe it’s because I am pregnant, I thought and pushed it out of my mind as I worried about the mystery woman I was following. I followed her through a set of curtains and found a small sitting room with several women sitting and talking.

Directly across from me was the women’s restroom, and not seeing the other woman, I walked inside.

The room was empty of people and had only a few stalls.

“Hello,” I called. “Anyone here?”

“In eskişehir escort here, dear,” I heard the same voice as in the restroom earlier.

I walked to the end stall and pushed open the door. Inside the stall, I found the woman from the hallway at work sitting on a shelf-like seat behind the toilet. What shocked me was that she was completely nude with her legs spread, showing off her shaved pussy.

I brought my eyes up to meet hers and noticed that both of her nipples were pierced with small hoops. She had average-sized tits and a small tattoo of some script on the inside of her thigh.

“Sorry, I’ll come back later,” I said, backing out of the stall and turning to leave the restroom quickly.

I made it a few steps when I heard her say, “Lisa, if you don’t come back here and do what I tell you, I will email that same picture to your boss, only this time I will not hide your face.”

I slowly turned around and walked back into the stall where she awaited me, leaning against the wall.

“What do you want?” I demanded of her, trying not to look at her nude body.

“Oh, I don’t know yet. I figured we could have a little fun and see where things go,” the nude woman said, smirking as she noticed how I avoided looking at her figure.

“Shut the door and remove your clothes so you can get nice and comfortable like me.”

“I don’t even know your name,” I stalled.

“You can call me Sue,” she said.

“Now do what I told you to do, or I will have no other option than to send the pictures I took to your boss.”

I saw no option but to play along; I sighed and started removing my clothes. When I pulled my bra off, Sue moaned and licked her lips.

When I pulled off my pants, she noticed I was not wearing panties and chuckled. I tried covering my breasts and pussy with my arms and hands.

“Turn around, dear, and let me see all of you. You can also stop trying to cover yourself were all girls here,” she said.

I dropped my hands to my sides and turned around. When my ass was facing Sue, I am sure she noticed the base of the butt plug.

“Wow, you looked fun, but I didn’t know how much earlier. Come over here and kiss me.”

I walked over to her and moved between her legs to kiss. With the toilet in the way, I had to straddle it but found the room seemed designed for what we were doing. I gave her a tentative kiss on the lips and started to pull back when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her lips.

She started kissing me passionately, and before long, I found myself responding and kissing her back. When she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I allowed it in and started sucking on it. I felt her hands leave the back of my head and travel down my back, lightly creasing my skin before switching directions and coming up my sides to cup my breasts gently.

She ran her nails lightly over the sides of my breasts before moving to my nipples, which she tweaked before pushing me away from her.

“See, I am not so bad, am I?” she asked, looking up from my breasts and into my eyes.

I was getting very turned on and breathing harder than before. Sue continued to play gently with my breasts.

“I guess not. Please just tell me what you want. I’m married and don’t want to cheat on my husband,” I told her.

She smiled and ran her right hand over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach moving in circles as she creased my bulging belly before slipping down and running a nail across my clit, which sent shivers through my body.

Holding my eyes with hers, Sue slipped a finger into my soaked pussy, sliding it in and out while her thumb rubbed my clit.

“You like this as much as I like doing this with you,” she said as I started breathing harder as she finger fucked my pussy, slipping another finger inside.

“Please,” I begged her, unsure if I wanted to stop or get me off.

“Please, what?” she said, slipping a third finger inside me.

“Please, stop,” I replied, breathing hard.

“Your body does not want me to stop. Why should I deprive it of what it wants?” Sue smiled and slipped a fourth finger inside my pussy

I was rapidly approaching a massive orgasm and did not have permission. Maybe if I texted Pop, he would let me have one. I backed away, pulling her hand out of my pussy with a sucking sound.

“Please stop. I have to get permission before I can have an orgasm,” I told Sue, taking my cell phone out of my purse.

“You have to have someone else’s permission? From who? Your husband?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No. My husband does not know about the game I am playing,” I said as I typed.

Pop, I found out who sent the picture.

It was the woman who came into the restroom while I was following your directions earlier.

She says gaziantep escort she will not send the picture to my boss if I follow her directions.

I can’t lose my job.

I won’t get another one until after the baby is born.

“So you are playing a game with someone other than your husband. That sounds very kinky. Why would you take that risk, having problems with your husband?” she said, climbing down and moving closer to me.

“No. Yes, I don’t know. It just sort of happened. My husband was not looking at me the same as before I got pregnant, and our sex life had kind of fizzled. It started harmlessly with some advice on fixing my marriage but now seems to be getting out of hand.”

“Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened? I am a good listener, and maybe I can help,” she told me, stroking my hair as I sat on the toilet and started the tale from the beginning. I ended up telling her the whole story leaving nothing out while I waited for Pop to respond.

I had just finished the story when Pop’s response popped onto my phone.

It sounds like you have had an exciting day Slut.

Give the phone to the other woman.

We might be able to reach an agreement.

I reread the message and, looking at the floor, handed the phone to the woman stroking my hair. Sue raised her eyebrow again and took the phone stepping away from me. She typed something and sent it to Pop, and he responded. In between their messages, she read the message history.

“You may want to delete these, dear. If your husband looked at them, your marriage would end in divorce. Who are the guys in the pictures?”

“I don’t know. They were just kind of there,” I told Sue, blushing.

“So complete strangers? Who is the woman you were eating out?”

“That’s Beth. She arranged for the men to use me.”

“She is not the one I am texting right now?”

“No. Beth is one of Pop’s friends, I guess.”

“Interesting,” she said, looking thoughtful.

She got another message from Pop and smiled at me.

“I guess I own your ass for the rest of the evening.” She sent another text and handed the phone back to me so I could read the messages they had been sending.

Hello

Hello, what is your name? Pop asked.

Susann, but everyone calls me Sue. You?

You can call me Pop for now.

That sounds odd, but I can live with that for now. What is going on with Lisa?

I hope you found the Slut entertaining today.

I am sure she told you that we are playing a game.

She is a horny submissive little slut and seems willing to do anything she is told to.

Sometimes she needs a little push.

I have a few rules if you want to play with her.

First, nothing permanent can be done to her.

She can be punished for not following directions but don’t break her skin.

She is pregnant, so nothing that will endanger the child or her.

She wants to keep her marriage and job, so nothing that will let either of them know what is going on.

If she digs in and says no about something, then respect her wishes.

She is only allowed to cum when she is fucked by her husband or with my permission.

Sue responded.

Sound simple enough.

I want to take her for a while and have some fun.

I can live with the restrictions, but I want to make the call if she can cum while she is my toy.

Fair enough, I only have one other requirement, Pop responded.

I want photos and videos of anything interesting she does.

I think I can arrange that, Sue replied

I finished reading the text and looked up at her.

“What were you doing in the restroom at work? I saw you sprawled out on the edge of the toilet.”

I explained the instructions I had been given and what I was doing when she entered the restroom.

“So you managed to get most of your hand inside yourself?” she asked.

“All of it, actually. The last push I did right before I heard you come in, I got it inside to my wrist. That reminds me, how did you get that picture? I had pulled my hand out when I heard you enter.”

“Well, I have a confession to make. I waited a few minutes after I saw you enter the restroom and snuck in behind you. I heard what I thought were you undressing, so I waited a few minutes and peeked through the cracks.

“To say I was surprised is an understatement. I always thought you were adorable, and seeing you trying to force your entire hand into your pussy was incredible. I knew then that I wanted to have you, so I took pictures and went to the door.

“You were so engrossed that I didn’t want someone else finding you. Some women there would not have been as understanding as I am. I made a lot of noise, so you had time to stop fingering yourself. The rest, you know,” she told me, smiling.

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I’ve merely described the background and characters in my first story ……that fateful night when my wife was taken by another man and which began the story.

I say ‘story’, but that’s not correct because as I told you, nothing I have said or will say is fiction. It all happened and it happened as I tell it.

I shall continue from there then, though it was neither the start nor the end of the saga.

The characters all have names but I’ll have to change them here. I don’t want to,but they …we… are real people and could be recognised from what I’ve written because the events and locations are the actual ones.

I’ll call my wife Cassandra, which would suit her. Now, be clear, we are NOT talking about some threadbare old tart with love handles and cheap makeup. If she were, then she wouldn’t be able to exert the control she does over me and, actually, every other man who sees her.

She is naturally attractive and makes the most of that. You won’t see her with a hair out of place or any item of clothing not subtly contrived to entice. Whats under those expensive clothes is even more impressive I promise you. Long slim legs, perfect body and natural elegance. When unshaven the coiffure between her legs is red, although she changed her hairstyle to blonde some while back, so this is a secret to most. She’s not big in the chest area- the opposite really, but that definitely doesn’t stop men, ( or women), wanting her till it hurts.

Go back to that night now, I’ll conclude it by saying that my friend left in a hurry the following morning. She went downstairs to see him but I was quite properly ashamed to face him. I think he was relieved to get out of there in one piece,because I heard him ask her, “Am I going to get beaten up now?”

That day and night were strange. I was shattered and un-manned, and she convinced me that I was the only one at fault- she being a complete victim. I fell for it all- how she felt degraded by what I’d “made her do” and how I’d sullied the marriage. She played me for the idiot I am and got exactly what she wanted – control of the relationship, the moral high ground, and all the feelings of guilt and regret were directed at me.

She had the whip hand now. No more constraints on her sex life or future behaviour.

She was brilliant – blending her portrayal of victimhood and remorse with graphic details of their foreplay and positions -whilst not forgetting to throw in that she was sore because his penis was so big!!!

She enjoyed my pain, but I’m not exactly complaining either.

I said I’d be truthful and the truth is that it excited me,and still excites me now. I’ll admit that at different times it also made me desolate and the details of her confession cut like a knife as much as it aroused me. If there’s such a thing as self esteem I don’t remember, but if I ever had it she took it away that night by telling me how big his penis was and how deep it went between her legs.

I often hear couples saying how well adjusted and content they are in a cuckold marriage, but if that’s true they’re not doing it properly. I love her and it’s also agonising when she’s being fucked by someone else. You visualise the details over and over in your mind and it’s more than cruel, more than hurtful. However, there’s a shameful thrill which can’t be equaled by any other sexual experience! It’s painful and humiliating but gradually you enjoy that pain. You crave that humiliation.

Just an occasional risky adventure at first but it sinks in over time that you enjoy being what you are, which is an inadequate man with a small penis. You’ll accept that the woman you love sleeps with other men because they’re BETTER than you, not to gratify your disgusting little perversion but because she wants their dicks and she doesn’t want yours. Don’t kid yourself, your wife and her lovers regard you as no more than a pathetic loser who will do anything to hang on to her. She’d probably prefer to leave you and have a satisfying relationship with a better man, but stays with you for the material things you can give her and the money you provide.

That’s harsh but the more you accept it, the more you enjoy the reality of your own worthlessness and inadequacy. It won’t go away because it’s true,so it hurts, and the more it hurts the more you need it.

It was a while before we did anything like that again, going through a period of conciliation. The idea of a repeat performance wasn’t mentioned gümüşhane escort during that dialogue, but amongst the other conversations she’d described to me exactly how he’d stroked her leg on the sofa and as they kissed gradually moved his hand up and into her panties. Of course I took the bait and asked more…She’d told him she wanted him inside her and opened her legs for him to get in between them, take his cock out and mount her,pulling her panties aside to penetrate her. They fucked with her sitting up, which stopped his penis going right inside so they put the cushions on the floor and she laid on her back to take his dick even further inside. By her account he must have been getting his own weird kick out of the circumstances, asking her in a whisper if his dick was bigger than mine and “making” her say it was, and to tell him he was a ‘better fuck’ than me.

Now, rather than just thrusting into her with her panties pulled aside, “he said he wanted my knickers right off and he made me stand in front of him so he could look at me and pull them down … …”

I actually didn’t think that through properly at the time since I was busy with my erection hearing the tale HOWEVER she went on …”because he knows you like to be the one to do that…”

(I’ll make a confession -that’s a THING with us. I’d always been turned on by saying I was the only one who could take her knickers off, and getting her to stand up while I did it ‘Ceremonially’).

So……… hang on…somehow he KNEW that, didn’t he?… and that was a thought which suddenly struck me l. He knew this private thing about our sex life and he knew it was my ultimate personal privilege – her ultimate submission. Perhaps our most intimate thing, but it’s probably not that usual – not something you’d guess. Yet he KNEW all about it, AND I’m sure he wanted to do it for a purpose- to demonstrate to her his dominance over me.

That’s all very well, but more importantly, it definitely suggests that this wasn’t their first adulterous interaction doesn’t it? Not their first intimate conversation? In fact it was hard to avoid that conclusion, much as I tried to.

I wonder how much detail I should go into? Maybe this should have been a book because there’s so much to be told without making anything up. I’m mindful of the risk of making one ‘story’ too long and boring the reader.

Okay, let’s put the matter of previous stuff I’d yet to find out about on hold. I’ll go into that in future if anyone’s interested.

We had a few months getting over the recent upset. Being quite close it seemed. My friend, (I’ll call him Paul here), had stopped calling round and naturally he and I avoided each other.

One evening I’d promised to be home by 5 but I was late. As I walked through the door she was standing in the hallway in a lovely white outfit with matching handbag and shoes. I could see she’d been to the hairdressers and spent hours doing her make up but she looked angry and showed a side of herself which no one else ever sees. “Where the FUCK have you been you fucking CUNT?”

I was mystified and said so … “You know I’m going out tonight and now I’m late. Give me the car keys!”

I knew no such thing but she insisted I’d agreed a week earlier to her going to meet her old school friend Antonia, telling me that I obviously never listen to her. She wasn’t listening to my reply but rushed past glaring at me, took the car keys and left the front door swinging open.

I heard my car accelerating up the street as I walked in, confused, and started cooking for the kids and I watched tv with them for a while before bed.

When that was done I really started wondering exactly where she’d gone – of course I did!

I found the bedroom and en suite bathroom in total dis array. More than usual. Discarded clothing, damp bath robe and tissues stained with makeup, open pots of all sorts of creams, powders, eye liners and lipsticks with the lids chucked everywhere. A variety of rejected underwear sets and outfits thrown on the bed and bedroom floor.

It was normal for me to clear up this sort of thing after her, but the sheer volume of it was enough to tell me she’d taken a LOT of trouble getting ready. So did the lingering haze of expensive perfume and her open jewellery box on the bed.

In the bin in the bathroom I found a Harrod’s bag and inside that the crumpled wrappings hatay escort of an underwear set, silk stockings and a suspender belt, all by a well known designer lingerie company.

Come on………you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes do you? I started that frantic period of turmoil which every cuckold will recognise. Not sure whether I was more heartbroken or turned on. I started jealously searching her draws and pockets and eventually found a note of directions to a hotel just outside Slough with that days date on it and a room number underlined, all in her handwriting.

As the time went slowly I kept visualising the horror and delicious visualisation of what exactly would be going on in that room right now.

I decided to go to bed and try to sleep and suspend my torture till she got home, but of course I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Now this is truly shameful but I said I’d be truthful- I soon found myself masturbating till I fell asleep.

The next thing is when I saw the lights in the driveway and heard her park the car at about 3.45 am.

I watched her adjust her clothes and walk in with the closest I’ve ever seen to a guilty look on her face. I heard the key in the latch and she walked straight past me into the lounge, where she sat down and lit a cigarette.

Not drunk, but she’d obviously had a drink or two, she reacted to my questions about her visit to her friends house ending so late with little of her usual persuasive and apparently hurt attitude. She gave the right answers but had a little smirk on her face throughout.

One thing which was obvious was her long lovely BARE legs, no longer clad in the expensive nylons she’d gone out in. She stood up and started walking out of the room, saying she didn’t have time for my mad suspicions, but I had to know and I found myself jumping to my feet and just yanking her skirt right up around her waist to confirm my thoughts -and as I thought, she’d come back home with no panties on!

The surreal nature of what happened next is burned into my mind. She made no attempt to pull her skirt down but stood there with a defiant smile on her face which I shall always remember. Only then did I notice in the bright light above her that her usually perfect hair was slightly disarranged and her careful makeup somehow generally smeared round a bit as if she’d been exercising in the gym with her evening clothes on.

She seemed happy for me to stare at her exposed mound which even from a distance had obviously been recently destroyed. The red hair was matted in places with dried semen, and her labia, which are not normally visible without being parted were enlarged and inflamed, standing out from the surrounding pubic hair.

She let me touch it but grabbed my wrist and said, “Gently…I’m VERY sore in there”. Still, she let me put my fingers in, but under her control,since she held onto my wrist.

Her eyes said, “Go on then… satisfy your sick curiosity, but you WON’T like it, and I absolutely don’t give a fuck what you think anyway.”

It was wet inside and she was incredibly stretched. She’d been truthful about being sore because she let out little gasps and screwed her eyes up intermittently. Part soreness certainly, but also reminiscent of the noises she makes when climaxing.

She was enjoying something a lot, whether that was being touched or the more mental thrill of being both caught out and defying me at the same time, I’m not sure.

Certainly she had an unexpected orgasm there and then with her thighs and buttocks shaking uncontrollably and the remarkable sight of goosebumps appearing instantly on both, then disappearing immediately after she’d finished that long, low, purring whimper that comes out when she’s genuinely coming.

When she’d finished she sat back down on the sofa, her skirt now somehow missing altogether,naked from the waist down except for the heels she’d kept on through all that. She crossed her long legs rather in the style of that woman in the film, ( Sharon Stone was it?), and lit a cigarette from her handbag. “No point in hiding these now then” she said, producing her silk panties from the handbag screwed into a ball,and threw them on the floor in front of me. “I rinsed them through in the hotel room but I don’t know whether they’ll wash out.”

There was silence for an age as she sat there finishing her cigarette and looking at me as if I were somehow ısparta escort the guilty party. “I’m not going to bed like this. You’d better go and run me a bath. I’ll be up in a while.”

She came upstairs,threw her remaining clothes on the bathroom floor without speaking and got into the bath. She told me to pick her things up, put them into the laundry basket and get out, which I did.

I came back in a few minutes later and she looked round angrily and said, “Listen…… in future I think you’d better knock before you come in when I’m bathing. Now you’re here though, would you like to wash me?”

I picked up the sponge but she said, “I asked whether you’d LIKE to wash me. If you do then ask me politely.”

I did, and she replied, “Say PLEASE then.” I did say please and she nodded,..but added… “Say THANK YOU then!” Of course I did and she still had enough energy left to enjoy her body being the object of such desire. She got out of the water and stood there as I dried her, and I followed her into the bedroom.

We got into bed and I moved toward her but she gently pushed me away and stroked my face quite lovingly.

“I’m too tired and I’m still very sore from Paul”, (yes it WAS that little bastard then), “but you can wank off if you like.” She made it sound like a very generous compromise on her part.

To round this off, I’m afraid I did what she’d suggested as she turned over on the pillow and drew the duvet over. As an afterthought she said she needed to sleep in after tonight and that I could call in sick to get the kids off to school, and maybe do some laundry but NOT to wake her up hoovering.

She got up at lunchtime and carried on as if nothing had happened! If anything she was more like her old self, generally happy and apparently enjoying being with me. She put her arms round me, kissed me and said, “I really DO love you, you know”.

Over the next few weeks we got on better than we’d done for a long time and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. Our sex life was fantastic as far as I was concerned, and the tension which had crept into our marriage seemed to have disappeared.

As was inevitable,we talked about her affair and she was honest about it, reassuring me that although she was happy in most ways, but explained as gently as possible that I had never satisfied her sexually, and that was why she’d had to go outside for that part of her life.

This wasn’t in one conversation, it was over a few weeks. We talked a lot and she opened up more as it went on. She told me everything without hesitation but when we got onto the question of penis size she became quite flushed and couldn’t look at me at first. Then she took a deep breath and said, “This won’t work unless I’m honest will it? I don’t want to hurt you -I never wanted to hurt you, but to be truthful yes, that IS a factor to me. It’s nice, but it’s quite small really… I mean compared to other men’s……”

“Compared to Paul’s you mean!!!”

Her face was red and for the first time she darted me an angry look,

“Compared to ALL of them actually!”

BANG ……another body blow and in a microsecond I re processed the many examples of suspicious behaviour and clues that I’d chosen to ignore in the past.

This initiated a new tribunal of shocking disclosures, accusation, disgrace and eventual repentance by her.

So numerous and shocking were her revelations of past conduct during this conversation that,whilst they cannot pass without being chronicled, they cannot be included here because they are too numerous. Therefore, I shall set them out in a future addendum to this instalment and submit it separately.

We talked late into the night and discussed the idea of a divorce over the next few days. I must say it was hurtful that she wasn’t as worried about that prospect as me, despite admitting that she’d been the ‘wrongdoer’ in the marriage, right from the outset. Really she acted as if she’d be doing me a big favour by staying with me and this had the desired effect of making me more or less beg her to stay. She used my sense of responsibility to others and my loyalty against me, which she can do because she possesses neither of those things.

Eventually she said, “In future, I’ll just go out sometimes and when I do, just don’t ask where I’m going.”

This was a decision she’d made on behalf of both of us, and it was very clear that no further discussion about it would be entertained.

…And so it was then. The old marriage was over and this would be an entirely new one, with new rules and a new hierarchy. It was destined to last longer than the first and bring great rewards as well as great pain.

The new order took effect from that moment and in due course I shall tell you the remarkable things which followed……

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After several years in development, at long last the third part of my Foot Daze series (preceded by School Foot Daze and Halloween Foot Daze) is finally here! I’d had the base idea for a while but hadn’t quite figured out how to put it all together. But here it is. Hope you enjoy!

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How did I get talked into this?

That was the question I’d been mulling over ever since I’d first stepped foot into the packed convention center this morning, and thus far, I had yet to stumble upon any sort of answer.

Although not for lack of trying.

Not to say I wasn’t a fan of these kinds of things- being somewhat on the geeky side myself, I’d attended this very convention several times in the past. The difference was, all those other times, I’d simply been another ticket-holding attendee looking for a little fun.

This time, I was working at it.

Well, maybe that was the wrong word to use. After all, working usually entailed being paid, and this was a completely free gig. I was a volunteer- an unpaid employee of the convention and thus unable to enjoy myself in the way I’d previously grown accustomed to. Only for one day, it was true, but still.

Hence, why I found myself continuously questioning the how of it all as I made my way here and even more once I’d arrived this morning.

The thing was, my question wasn’t without merit. I honestly could not remember when I’d decided to do this in the first place. One minute I was attending the con as I had countless years before, the next, I was standing here at the start of the third day dressed as a volunteer.

A message on my phone confirmed my offer to volunteer, an offer I had no recollection of making,

It wasn’t just that. Whenever I tried to remember anything about the previous day, I came up blank. I know I’d been here, but beyond that, my mind outright refused to budge or offer me any aid in the matter, and thus I remained as confused as ever even as I found myself standing inside the convention center.

Still, if there was one thing that made me feel better about this, one thing that made the whole mess seem somewhat worthwhile, it was the cosplayers.

Specifically, the women.

I don’t mean that in a sexist sort of way, although I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a great many attractive women in costume here. Rather, it was their choice of costumes that continually piqued my interest. Say what you will about video games, comic books, anime and the like- plenty of the female characters therein had a tendency to wear boots.

And a lot of them here were doing so right now.

For a man such as myself, it was a veritable treasure trove, a mecca for the boot fetishist, and one of the reasons I always enjoyed attending in the past. And even though my experience was being cut short so as to put me to work, it hadn’t stopped me from taking in the sight of so many different kinds of boots on so many different women. Thigh-high, knee-high, ankle, latex and leather, every colour of the rainbow. It was amazing.

The fact that it was mid-July and the heat of the summer was in full effect outside only added to their appeal, a fact that I only realized when it decided to pop up from deep within the confines of my subconscious mind. How many of them would have sweaty, stinky feet by the time the con ended and they were finally freed from the confines of their chosen footwear?

I shook my head, unsure where that particular thought had come from, even as the lingering traces of it made my cock start to stir in my shorts. I shrugged it off as best I could, and returned my attention to the floor of the convention center and the countless booted ladies therein.

The more of them I saw, the harder my cock grew, and if I had the time I was certain I’d have headed off to the washroom to beat one out as I had in the past. Yet even that idea refused to take root, and instead, I remained where I was, watching and waiting and wondering what I was expected to do.

Which is when my eyes fell upon one pair of boots in particular.

A familiar set of shiny, knee-high black leather boots.

Janet’s.

Even before we’d first crossed paths in our College’s Artistic Club, I’d spotted her here without knowing who she was. Janet was a regular attendee herself, although unlike me, she’d always seemed to have been a volunteer, sporting the same red volunteer shirt with the convention logo plastered on the front of it as I currently was.

Somehow, regardless of all the rest around it, her boots seemed to stand out above the rest. Alongside her pale legs and black shorts, my eyes were drawn to them and her more than anything else I’d seen thus far. The fact that she’d seemingly chosen to wear them even in the heat of summer immediately caused the same intrusive thought to return in earnest, bringing with it plenty of blood flow to my already erect.

The thing was, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen her wear them this summer. We’d actually been spending a fair giresun escort amount of time together ever since the previous Halloween, in which she’d come over and, somehow, we’d made love, a fact that even now seemed strange.

It wasn’t that Janet wasn’t attractive- she was. And frankly, between the pale skin, long dark hair, and propensity for boots, she was very much my type. It was just, whenever I tried to chart the course of how we’d gone from strangers in a club room to friends with benefits- not having jumped to the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend as of yet, I could only recall scattered fragments.

Sure I was enjoying spending time with her, as well as what came with it, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t say I was still confused about a great many things where she was concerned.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Janet said as she approached, a smile plastered all over her face and her hands on her hips.

“Really?” I sputtered out, unsure if we’d made plans to meet up or anything of the sort before my brain reminded me that we were sporting the same shirt and thus on the same ‘team’.

Janet rolled her eyes. “Of course silly. I’m in charge of volunteers, and that means I need to make sure everyone is doing their jobs. Including you.”

Hearing her say it like that made all the sense in the world, and for a moment I was embarrassed I’d even had to ask. Of course, she’d been looking for me- I’d been standing around aimlessly since I’d arrived. It was clearly time for me to be put to work. Whatever that meant.

Taking hold of my arm, Janet started leading me through the crowded floor of the convention center, bobbing and weaving her way along like a seasoned pro. All the while, my eyes remained fixated on her booted feet, so much so that all the others around us seemed to fade into the background in a haze.

A haze that seemed to be filling my head the longer Janet was beside me.

“So, you’re in charge of everyone?” I asked dumbly, trying in vain to get my head on straight as we moved along.

“Yup,” Janet replied, never breaking her stride. “People like to say I crack a good whip.”

She winked as she said that, and immediately my mind flashed to an image of Janet dressed as a dominatrix, covered in leather and with a whip in hand. An image that felt far more real to me than it should have if it were a simple fantasy I’d conjured up.

We’d crossed almost the entirety of the floor, passing other volunteers along the way, most of whom simply nodded but a few who stopped Janet to ask her something or other about the convention. She really knew her stuff, delegating tasks as if she were running the entire operation herself.

Eventually, we arrived at a small door far away from the crowd. One which simply read “Volunteers Only.”

I watched as Janet opened it and pulled me inside before shutting the door behind us. The room was spartan, likely only used during convention season, with a couch against the wall, a table with two chairs, a fridge and a coffee machine on a shelf in the corner.

For a moment, I assumed this was going to be some sort of impromptu training session to get me up to speed before I was sent back out to do something. But the moment we stepped inside and the smell of the packed convention faded behind us, something else quickly replaced it.

Something awfully familiar to me.

The scent filled the room almost immediately, and as it did the haze around my mind grew thicker, my nose instinctively breathing in whatever it was as if my life depended on it.

Janet looked over at me with a predatory grin, looking much like the hungry tigress she was when the mood overtook her. “Finally. I was wondering when we’d have some alone time here. Slave.”

Upon hearing that word, my mind went blank and my eyes glazed over, the programming I’d forgotten about kicking in as the wondrous scent- Janet’s sweaty, stinky feet I quickly realized, continued filling the room as well as my nose and washing over my brain like a never-ending tidal wave.

I dropped to my knees, my face immediately pressing against her booted feet like a hungry dog, desperate for more of the scent the sweet leather was hoarding all for itself. Much as I adored boots, in that moment, I knew my true desire lay within them. Janet’s intoxicating feet were all I wanted. All I needed.

“I’ve got you so well trained,” she said with a giggle, stepping back and locking the door behind her. Then she took a seat by the table and held her booted feet up though just out of reach. “You have NO IDEA how long I’ve wanted to have someone like you here with me at a con.”

Somewhere in the nether regions of my brainwashed mind, a spark of curiosity slowly crawled out, and my eyes must have revealed its existence seeing as Janet smiled. “Every year, I walk around this place for hours and hours, and by the end of it, my poor feet are so sore and so sweaty. They need someone yalova escort to show them some love and care… Someone like you.”

My mind understood her completely, and instinctively, I crawled closer and began kissing her boots for all they were worth, wanting nothing more than to show my desire and devotion to them and to Janet herself. She giggled but didn’t tell me to stop, and thus I kept showering them with attention and affection even as the scent trapped inside slowly seeped out and into my waiting nose.

“Good boy… And to think, I was worried you wouldn’t want to volunteer for such an important position… But then again, you didn’t want to volunteer at all before I changed your mind.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what she meant, nor did I care as my lips continued to press against the warm leather of her boots. Not until she said a single word that held far more power than anyone could ever understand.

“Remember.”

Beneath the haze, I did. I remembered Janet coming by my apartment yesterday after the convention had let out. Something that seemed fairly normal even before I recalled that whenever she visited, she reinforced her control over me. And she did just that, with an added caveat.

She’d asked if I’d be interested in volunteering on the final day, telling me they were short-staffed and it’d mean a lot to her… I’d said no, but a few choice words from her as well as the placing of her sweaty feet on my crotch melted my resistance and changed my opinion in seconds. I immediately sent a message to the head of volunteers.

Janet herself.

Then she allowed me to kiss her sweaty feet before making sure I forgot about the conversation until such a time as she allowed me to remember it. Like now.

I groaned as my lips kept kissing the leather and my cock straining against my shorts. Angry as I was at being controlled yet again, I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Not only was I already here- both as a volunteer and as her submissive foot boy, but her conditioning of me was so powerful, that all I could do was give in. Janet was in charge, in more ways than one.

Pulling her boots away, Janet unzipped them and slowly slipped them off before placing them right under my nose, allowing the scent deep inside to flow freely and overtake me even as her feet- covered as they were in a rather damp-looking pair of socks, hung there just out of reach.

The scent of both the boots and the socks completely overtook me, and I knew I was in trouble.

Janet peeled her socks off and put them on the table, then revealed her feet- already shiny with sweat, and shoved them onto my waiting face, smothering it. Somehow, the smell of her foot stink was even stronger than I remembered, and had she not been holding me in place, I was certain I would have passed out there and then.

“Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe it, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out…”

She repeated that familiar sing-song mantra and it began to echo out in my otherwise empty head as her feet continued to press against my face, bouncing around and taking up more and more space as they became the only thing in my mind. The only thing that truly mattered.

I pushed against her feet, so sweaty after two days of the convention, her cheesy toes and filthy soles my entire world. I couldn’t get enough, and as I repeated the words in time with her, drops of her foot sweat slipped into my mouth, adding more fuel to the fires of devotion and desire.

My head grew heavier with each and every repetition, my cock following suit, a dual level of complete submission to my beloved foot Mistress. I was loving every second of it, and so was she.

“So, here’s how it’s going to go,” Janet began, even as I kept repeating her mantra under my breath. “I need to head back out to the convention in a few minutes. But whenever I return, you will be ready to worship my feet or rub them or whatever else I want. And you will do so until I tell you to stop. Your entire job today is to make sure they feel good… Think you can do that?”

She pulled her feet off my face, depriving me of them for a moment before lifting my head with her slick, sweaty toes so that I was gazing up at her. And we both knew there was only one answer I could give. Only two words that could claw their way up from my foot-addled mind.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Janet smiled, then stuck her big toe into my mouth. The taste of sweat, dirt and boot leather filled it, overtaking my taste buds and frying whatever lingering brain cells were even still working. Even without being told- as if I even needed to be told anymore, I began sucking it gently, moving along to her other toes when I was finished and making sure each one received the same treatment.

Then she pulled them out, but instead of offering me the other foot, she slipped them both back into her boots- without socks, yozgat escort and stood up. “Alright, I need to head out. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it… In the meantime, I want you to kneel there and edge your cock while you repeat my words over and over.”

I nodded, pulling down my shorts and boxers and freeing my rock-hard erection. Janet smirked, then picked up her socks from the table and handed them to me. “Here. Sniff these as well. Wouldn’t want you to be deprived of my sweet, stinky foot scent while I’m gone now would we?”

Without a word, I held one of her socks against my face, the damp, sweat-drenched fabric practically sticking to me as my other hand slid down and wrapped around my aching cock and started to stroke it. “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out…”

Janet smiled and stepped out the door, locking it behind her. I barely even noticed, so focused was I on her commands, her programming so entrenched in my foot-addled brain as to be second nature to me now. I didn’t need to think about anything. All I needed to do was repeat Janet’s words.

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

“Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

With each new repetition, my hand slowly moved up and down my shaft, refusing to increase in speed even as I grew more and more desperate. I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicions that was another aspect of my programming- I was unable to cum, or even to come close, without Janet’s explicit command. All I could do was edge myself over and over.

So I did.

The more I stroked, the more blood flowed down to my desperate and aching cock, leaving my already defenseless brain to be overtaken again and again by the dual assault of Janet’s mantra and her stinky sock. The scent weaved its way in and around as it always did, rendering me little more than putty to be molded however my Mistress wanted.

Even when she wasn’t around, she made sure I remained docile and submissive, and I wondered briefly how often we’d done this. How many times before had she left me alone with her socks or her boots and simply let me brainwash myself without need of her? There was no way to be certain, not unless she deemed it worth remembering.

I don’t know how much time passed- seconds, minutes, hours, Janet likely walking around the convention center floor and her feet growing sweatier and stinkier with every step, but eventually, the lock clicked open and the door followed suit, and my beloved foot Mistress stepped back inside to find me exactly where she’d left me.

She smiled at the sight of my hand wrapped tightly around my now precum-covered shaft, her sock pressed against my face and her words still spilling out from my lips with each and every stroke. “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.” “Breathe in, breathe out. The smell goes in, the mind goes out.”

Locking the door, Janet walked over to the couch and plopped down, snapping her fingers and breaking me free from the trance I’d been in since she left.

Immediately I crawled over to her, never ceasing in my repetition, having said those words so much that it felt as if they were the only words I even knew anymore. Or at the very least, the only ones that truly mattered.

Without a word, Janet pointed to her boots, and I quickly unzipped them and pulled them off, revealing her incredible feet once more. The scent of them practically smacked me in the face, but I didn’t care. I took hold of her left foot and began to gently rub it, massaging the sole and the heel and even slipping my fingers in between each toe even as her other foot crept up and onto my feet.

The scent and sensation of Janet’s foot resting against my mouth and nose as well as the feeling of her soft, sweaty sole in my hands, was more than my cock could stand. I honestly thought I would cum right then and there but, again, something inside my mind prevented it from happening.

“Mmm, that feels so good slave,” Janet said as my fingers rubbed along and her foot did the same. “You have no idea how sore these babies get out there… So good they have someone like you to take care of them. And you love taking care of my feet, don’t you?”

Even with her foot on my face, I knew she expected an answer. And in truth, there really only was one I could give. The truth. “Yes, Mistress. I love taking care of your feet.”

Janet smiled, then slipped her toes into my mouth once more and allowing me to suck the sweat from them. Then she switched them around, allowing me to rub her right and suck her left, the moans slipping out from her lips pushing me on even as my cock desperately dripped for her and her feet.

Again, just when I thought there would be more, she slipped her boots on and headed back, leaving me aching there with her socks on my face and my cock in my hands.

We repeated this dance a half-dozen times throughout the day, Janet returning for a few minutes at a time to receive quick foot rubs and tongue baths from me before leaving me once again to repeat her mantra and edge until my world was nothing more than her words and my aching cock.

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Many years ago, I was into BDSM. I loved being controlled by women; I was willing to do whatever a Goddess demanded, regardless of how disgusting it may be. But this was also a DL lifestyle. My friends were not aware of my proclivities toward the disgusting.

Part of the role play was being a “slave”, captured into captivity by demanding and dominating woman that would “demand” that I perform whatever she conjured up. And when her terms were not up to her expectations, there would be various types of punishment. One of these was corporal punishment, utilizing wooden paddles, spoons, whips, canes, you name it.

Enter Coral. Coral is a boisterous, demanding woman, beautiful in her own way, with a very large ass, thighs and boobs. She used to “rat her hair” up in the style of the ’60’s and apply vast amounts of hair spray. Lots of makeup and mascara. And quite the potty mouth.

One day Coral’s brother called me and asked if Coral could come by to pick something up she needed to borrow. Now, I had had a session zonguldak escort the night before in my basement, and there was a large school paddle with holes in it lying on the floor, under the edge of the couch, that was overlooked when things were put away the night before. Coral came in and sat down right at the spot where the paddle was sticking out, and when I spotted it, I became horrified that she would spot it and my secret would be out.

Sure enough, Coral looked down and seeing the paddle, picked it up and started chiding me, asking if someone had been spanking me. I soon confessed, and before I knew it, she was coaxing me into sharing a whole lot of dark secrets with her. She then told me that I had a choice to make; either become her slave, exclusive, or she would let the world share my lifestyle. I was horrified and yet deeply excited. So I agreed, and it started, right there and then.

She told me that she needed oral, a lot. She would be fethiye escort requiring service at least a couple of times a day. She told me that sometimes her hygiene may be a bit questionable (quite the understatement) but that I would learn to adapt to be body “scents”. I agreed and she suggested that we start.

She ordered me naked, then stripped off her clothes as well. She was big! Heavy thighs of cellulite, big, chunky butt, and a belly that hung in folds. I love being face sat and smothered, and knew that Coral was going to be a challenge, but I was up to the task.

She knelt on the couch with her ass towards me and told me to get on my knees behind her and use my mouth to “lather her up”. Her bush was thick and hairy, and had that strong scent of a very sexually active woman. I licked the outer edges of her labia and absorbed the scent of her pussy. She became wet very fast and I was enjoying every drop of her juices.

Then she told me that alanya escort she needed to face sit me, and ordered that I go lie on my bed and wait for her. As I headed for the bedroom, she went into the bathroom. I placed a couple of small pillows on the bed to support my head, lie down on them and waited. She soon came in and climbed right up on the bed. She then mounted my face, her pussy directly on my mouth and my nose in her butt crack. Her pussy was even wetter, as she had peed and did not wipe. And I noticed her scent was different, funky and a bit offensive. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks to reveal that she had not only peed, but pooped, and not bothered to wipe her backside. She then forced her open ass down on my nose, burying my face into her dirty butt.

Grinding her pussy on my mouth and yanking my hair to pull me in closer, there was no way to avoid the sticky goo on her ass. She rode my face for several minutes, and I lapped up a lot of her juices, and then she scooted forward so that her asshole was now over my mouth, and said, “Now for your reward. Clean me up, slave boy!” She sat full weight on my mouth, and I started to probe her back door. It was bitter, vile, truly disgusting, and I loved it. I licked and cleaned her hole and then suddenly, it was over. She got up without saying a word, dressed and left.

(Next episode soon)

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DISCLAIMER: Like my other story, this one will also have a strong smelly feet theme. If you are turned off by that, do not read this story and leave angry comments.

Now, if you read my previous story you will know that I haven’t updated it in over 2 months. I regret to tell you that I’m unfortunately completely out of ideas. My mistake was that the setting I picked for that story was not very imaginative and open-ended. That is why I have picked a fantasy setting for this story. All characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of 18.

Anyway, lets do this.

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I stoked our campfire, thinking back on the journey we have had to make to get here. The hundreds and hundreds of miles we had travelled on foot, the many bandits we had to fight, all the times we had to camp out in the wilderness for the night. And it was all about to payoff tomorrow. I looked over at my companion, my friend, my lover. She was lounging on her side by the fire, naked except for her boots. She was staring into the fire, probably having the same thoughts as me. The earrings on her long elven ears caught the light of the fire and shined like gemstones. She tore her gaze away from the flame and glanced over to me. Smiling, she said, “How do you feel, now that we are so close?”

“Still can’t believe it might finally happen. It just feels surreal you know, like a dream I will wake up from in an instant.”

“Oh but it is real my love.”

I smiled, leaning over to give her a chaste kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, lightly moaning all the while. I always felt a slight tingle in my pants every time I kissed her, even though I had done it thousands of times by now.

But first let me tell you who we are and what we are doing here, almost a thousand miles away from my home, and God knows how much farther from hers.

My name Jarod Stokeworth, son of Eric Stokeworth. My parents died when I was about 11 in a raider attack on our village. I am now 24 years of age. My beautiful companion is Meredith Amamion, an elven female in her late 300s. She was still very much in her youth, considering elves lived for thousands of years.

Our meeting had occurred in not the most fortunate of circumstances. I had been a 17 year old travelling back to my home village when I encountered a group of raiders. They had a prisoner with them. Normally, I wouldn’t interfered if my life depended on it. After all, I was barely an adult, with non-existent combat skills. But because they were so close to our home village, I quickly alerted the chief of the village guard. Outnumbered ten to one, the raiders were slain quickly and efficiently.

We quickly checked for prisoners, and that’s when I first saw Meredith. She was in the raiders’ caravan, gagged with her hands and feet bound. She had a nasty cut above her right brow, and her eyes desperately looked at our party hoping we would rescue her. We were quick to untie and her and took her into the hospitality of our village. Barring bandits and raider groups, humans and elves always had an amicable relationship.

After she had eaten and rested, she told us how she was captured. A week ago, she had been travelling with 3 other elves. Their party had decided to set up camp in the woods for the night. She went off on her own in the woods to answer nature’s call, which was when she heard the screams of battle and the sounds of swords clashing. She quickly ran back to find their camp destroyed and her companions dead at the hands of the raiders that had snuck up on them. Before she could even pull out her bow or cast any magic, she was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out.

She woke up the next day in the caravan, gagged with her limbs tied together. The raiders were no doubt planning to violate her and had waited till she woke up so she could witness her dignity being stolen. But being tied up did not stop her from using her magic. Each time anyone had tried to touch her, she had blasted them with a fireball. The raiders had eventually given up on being able to rape her, and had left her untouched. But that also meant they stopped giving her food and water. That had been yesterday.

She had decided to accept her fate and starve to death until we had found her. The elder of our village asked her what she planned to do now. She told us that her party had been a merchant group who were on the way back to their elven village after trading with humans. Now that her companions were dead, she had no idea what she wanted to do. She admitted that would not last long in the wilderness by herself.

We had told her that she was welcome to stay in our village as long as she wanted. After everyone had went their separate ways, I had gone to her and introduced myself. I haven’t mentioned this yet, but the first time I saw her, I was absolutely smitten. Meredith has long white lustrous hair that came down to bursa escort her lower back when. Her skin was a beautiful alabaster white. She was about 5’7, four inches shorter than me. She is extremely curvy, with each of her tits larger than my head. Her soft ass bounces as she walks, her pillowy cheeks jiggling. All of this made her every man’s dream, but as it would turn out, these things weren’t what I would come to love the most about her body.

I had walked up to her and introduced myself. I had suggested that if she couldn’t go back to her village, she should become a part of ours. She had seem intrigued by the suggestion, but once again had said that she could not decide right then. As it would turn out, she did become part of our village. It wasn’t long before her and I became friends. We would go on hunts together and I would learn combat from her. Then came the incident that would change our relationship forever.

It was a few months after I turned 18. We were on a hunt together in the forest. We had encountered boar prints half a mile back and had followed them to a clearing. It was a really hot day. We had spotted the boar and I prepared my bow to take the shot. This time it was turn to kill the prey, and Meredith guided me to make sure I hit it.

“Relax and hold your breath. Keep your hands steady, and aim for the neck.” she whispered to me.

I poised myself and took the shot. It hit the beast right under the chin. It went down whimpering, and I felt a shred of pity for it. “Good job. I knew you could do it.” Meredith said with a smile. Her hair was sticking to her forehead because of the sweat.

We went over to the beast and finished it off with a knife to its neck. With the hunt over, we decided to take a breather and sit on some large rocks in the clearing. Meredith sat and stretched her arms and legs. She started untying her boots. A strong musky odour started wafting towards my nose, no doubt from her bare sweaty feet. Strangely enough, I found I wasn’t repulsed by the smell at all. It smelt kind of erotic in a way. I looked over towards her feet and saw they were absolutely drenched in sweat, with some drops falling to the ground below. Meredith’s toes were painted a bright purple colour. She stretched her feet and rolled them around while sighing softly. I felt a slight hardening in my cock, secretly enjoying Meredith’s strong aroma. She must have noticed me staring, because she looked at me and smiled apologetically.

“I apologize for the smell. its just such a hot day. I can put my boots back on if you want me to.”

“No, its fine. I don’t feel repulsed at all. I actually…kind of like it.” I said sheepishly. “Sorry. That was weird of me.”

Meredith looked at me incredulously for a moment, before smiling mischievously. She put her feet in my lap, and the smell increased by a lot. “Well if you like it, why don’t you massage my poor feet. Unless you changed your mind?”

I smiled at her and shook my head. I put both my hands on her left foot, ready to massage it. Her footsweat made it extremely wet and shiny. I started my pressing both of my thumbs into her sole and slowly dragging them upward. The motion made Meredith sigh in contentment. I repeated it for a while, easing the tension out of her foot, all the while taking greedy sniffs of her stink. I moved onto her toes. They were even slimier than the rest of her feet. I bent each toe downward, popping it. Meredith’s resulting sigh was almost sensual. I stuck my fingers between each of her toes and rubbed back and forth. The gunk between her toes stuck to my fingers when I pulled away. I looked at the gunk, then made eye contact with Meredith and stuck my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean.

My cock was rock hard at this point, and I saw that Meredith had a hand inside her breeches, rubbing back and forth. I repeated the process with her right foot, once again sucking the gunk from my fingers. “Mm, I love it when you do that. I have never met a man, human or elf, that has loved my feet so much.” she said.

I smiled and brought her left foot up to my nose. I looked at her as I inhaled as hard as I could, filling up my lungs with her musky aroma. She bit her lip and said, “Take out your cock.”

I quickly pulled it out, and Meredith sandwiched it between the soles of her feet. She started pumping my cock up and down, her footsweat making it easy for her feet to slip and glide along my shaft. Up and down she went, while simultaneously rubbing her pussy with one hand. Her soft, clammy soles felt heavenly on my cock.

“You love that, don’t you? You love my disgusting feet moving up and down your cock?” She asked while panting, her face slightly red.

Meredith changed her grip, now placing her left foot between my cock and my stomach while her right foot moved up and down the bottom. Her purple toes moved from my balls to the tip of my cock, over and over. I was close now, about to cum all over her beautiful çanakkale escort feet. Meredith, sensing this, stopped and took her feet off my cock.

“Hey, I was really close!”

She smiled. “I know, that’s why I stopped. I want you to finish in my mouth.”

Well I wasn’t about to complain now. She quickly knelt on the ground, and I moved over her. She took my cock in her hand, keeping the other one still inside her breeches. She placed her nose on the very tip of my cock and sniffed loudly.

“Uhh, it stinks.” God, what a perverted elf. She proceeded to move her nose downward, loudly sniffing along the underside of my shaft. She brought her face back up to the tip and started to rub it all over her face. My precum left stains over her cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin.

“Mm, you love it when I rub your cock all over my face, don’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s really hot. I-I won’t last much longer now.”

Meredith stuck out her tongue and slapped my cock over it a few times. “I better get to sucking then.”

She stuck my cock inside her mouth and sucking like her life depended on it. It took all my self restraint to not cum right then. She glided her tongue over my tip again and again, moaning lewdly as she did it. She used her left hand to fondle my balls, massaging them so she could get her prize. I saw that she was rubbing herself even faster now, surely as close as I was. It wasn’t long before I exploded inside her mouth. Meredith expertly swallowed each of my spurts, before pulling out my cock and catching the last of my seed in her left hand. She wasn’t too far behind herself, moaning loudly and achieving her own climax.

Catching my breath, I asked, “What are you going to with that?”, referring to the small pool of cum in her hand. She looked at me teasingly and proceeded to rub the cum over her entire face. I balked at the lewd display, and if I was a greater man I would have been ready to go again. Meredith’s face now had a slight shine, no doubt due to the sweat, precum and semen decorating her face.

“I hope you won’t be angry if I don’t kiss you now.”

She laughed, the sound music to my ears. “I won’t be, don’t worry. Come on, lets start heading back.”

“Do you wanna, uh, wash your face or anything?” I asked, convinced she had done it in the heat of sexual passion.

“No, I like the smell. I will wash when we get back to the village.”

I gulped, even more in love with this lewd elf. I thanked the Gods above for being so lucky, and we headed back. We had sex the same day. Seeing Meredith talking to everyone while wearing my cum was probably the hottest thing I had seen in my 18 years of life. That had been six years ago, and our relationship had blossomed from friendship, to sexual attraction, and finally to undying love. The people in the village knew, it wasn’t as if human-elf relationships were forbidden.

Now as to why we had travelled so far from the village. Well, let me first explain the issue with human-elf relationships. Simply put, human lifespans are mere blips compared to elf lifespans. Most humans die before reaching the age of hundred, while elves live for thousands of years. This meant that even if me and Meredith loved each other will our hearts, bodies and souls, I would die long before she would, barring any unforeseen circumstances. We had gradually come to accept this however, promising to make the most of the time we would have together.

But that all had changed about a year ago, when a trader caravan stopped in our village for a week to do business. Part of the caravan was another human-elf couple. This one was a male elf and a female human. As me and Meredith were in a very similar situation, we started talking to the couple right away. At one point, we mentioned the issue of our lifespans, expressing sorrow at the fact that we couldn’t be together for as long as we wanted. Hearing this, the couple looked at one another as if coming to a decision.

They told us that about a thousand miles westward, there lived an old elven mage that wielded the power to extend a human’s lifespan to match that of an elf’s. The couple told us that they had had the same worries as us regarding their lifespans, and had heard about the mage from another human-elf couple. Due to this, they felt obligated to pass on the information to someone else in need. The couple had gone to this mage, and he had extended the human woman’s lifespan by thousands of years to make it comparable to an elf’s.

When I first heard of this, I could not believe it. How could it be that such a mage existed but only a few people knew about it? Me and Meredith were talking about it after the caravan had left, and I was ready to label the entire thing as a myth. But Meredith thought otherwise.

“It is worth checking out my love. If this mage truly exists, he could guarantee us thousands of years of love. We would not have to experience the pain of losing each other rize escort before our time.”

“I know what you are saying, but doesn’t it sound too good to be true? I mean, if this mage has existed for a long time, how is it possible only a few people know about him?”

At this, Meredith did look pensive. “Maybe you are right, but I still think it might be worth making sure. I don’t know… something tells me it will be worth it.”

I had eventually caved and we decided to journey to this mage’s supposed abode. And what a journey it had been. On the way we had faced countless bandits, dangerous beasts, and the oppressive heat of the sun. Though the latter often did wonders for Meredith’s feet. They were a few days where they would get almost too smelly, but even then my slight aversion was far outweighed by my immense lust. I would inhale a huge lungful of her stink while I bottomed out in her cunt.

We had continued our journey for several months, until finally about 2 weeks ago we had spotted an old and decrepit-looking tower in the distance through the canopy of the forest. The human-elf couple had mentioned the old mage living in such a tower, and that instant me and Meredith knew our goal was near. We were elated to say the least.

That night when we were about to make love, we decided that from now until our goal of extending my life was accomplished, Meredith would keep her boots on and let her feet marinate in her sweat. She could not clean herself with magic like she had been doing to me and her all the while. The stink of her feet when we finally celebrated after our journey was complete would surely be mind-numbing.

After that day, while my cock would harden every time I glanced towards Meredith’s feet trapped in her leather boots, a part of me was afraid if the smell would have gone too far into the realms of unbearable. I swear, very often while we were walking, I could actually hear Meredith’s feet making obscene sounds as they swam in pools of her footsweat. Nonetheless, I buried my apprehension and decided to listen to my cock, hoping to the Gods that the heat would be unbearable for the next few weeks.

This brings us back to the present, with me stoking our campfire while Meredith lounged by it on her side, naked except for her boots, with 2 weeks worth of sweat and stink on her body. While she had been cleaning me with her magic, she had abstained and kept herself dirty as we had decided. As she sat and looked into the fire, I glanced over her magnificent body. Her alabaster skin shined due to the light of the fire, her luscious mounds moving up and down because of her breathing. Her smooth long legs lay on over the other, extending down to her leather boots. My mouth started watering as I imagined the state of her feet. Surely they would be absolutely drenched in her scent by now.

Meredith caught my gaze and smiled. “I can tell by your face you are having perverted thoughts.”

I returned her smile. “Maybe.”

“I bet you are thinking about my smelly feet, you deviant. Gods, I cannot believe you have made me stay unwashed all these days.”

“Made you? I remember you being extremely enthusiastic about the idea.”

She crawled over towards me. “That was only because I love you so much. Do not doubt the lengths I will go to satisfy your perversions.” She kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I was now surrounded by her sweaty elven musk. I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her as close as possible.

We broke off our kiss and stared into each other’s eyes. “Gods, I stink like a pig now. But this is what you wished, isn’t it? You are a perverted man who wants me to stink like a pig.”

I responded by lifting her arms and shoving my nose into her unwashed armpit. I sniffed for all I was worth, literally snorting Meredith’s slimy elven sweat. I proceeded to stick out my tongue and lap up the excess sweat in her pit, running my tongue all over her silken folds.

Meredith moaned in response to my ministrations, and pulled me out of her pit so she could kiss me. I placed my hands on her soft, big tits and massaged them while we moaned into each other’s mouths. I broke off and placed my mouth on her right nipple, sucking it hard. I repeated the motion on her left nipple, before laying her down and proceeding towards her belly. I ran my tongue all over Meredith’s abs, the salty taste heavenly on my tongue.

“Mm, wow, you really cannot get enough can you?”

I shook my head and dipped my one finger into her sexy navel. I removed my finger, sucking it of all the flavor, before dipping my tongue in. I thoroughly lapped up all the sweat and grime that had accumulated. I proceeded further downwards, kissing my way towards her cunt. Meredith moaned with anticipation when I intentionally avoided her pussy and licked her thighs instead. Before feasting, I placed my nose right between her lips and sniffed hard, the sweet scent of her cunt juice sending an intense tingle down to my cock. I finally stuck out my tongue and started lapping at Meredith’s lips with lust and hunger. I went even further down to her asshole, making sure to suck all the flavor out of her taint.

I looked up at Meredith after my tongue bath. Panting heavily, she said with a flushed face, “With you being this enthusiastic, I will never need to clean myself again.”

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