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It was 2 days after the 3v1 fiasco when Jessica texted me asking to meet. We arranged to meet at the nearby mall.

Jessica’s outfit of denim shorts and tucked-in grey tank top revealed her curves well. As she walked over to me, I couldnt help but remember my cum on her blouse from that night, and I mentally willed my cock to remain calm.

We had a casual lunch, before Jessica got to the real reason for this meetup.

She explained how she’d hoped I wasnt traumatised from what she and her friends did to me that night, how they werent entirely sensible due to the influence of clubbing and alcohol, and that she hoped things weren’t weird between us.

“No way Jess” I said. “I mean, sure I came on you, but things wont be weird between us.”

She chuckled at the mention of that incident. “Omg dont remind me James.”

“But to be honest” I continued. “I had fun.”

“Really?” Jessica asked, curious. “Even when you were naked in front of the 3 of us?”

“Yeah… It actually turned me on” I said, blushing slightly.

“You like that kind of thing?” She asked, eyes wide open.

I hesitated before nodding slightly. “A bit, i guess.”

Jessica went into thought and silence fell between us.

“I’m sorry for cumming on you” I added.

She looked up, surprised. “No no, its okay. I’m sorry that we used you like a toy.” She smiled sheepishly.

“The girls had a lot of fun tho” she added. “They’re asking when they can meet you again.”

I raised my brows, pleasantly surprised.

“I dont mind” I said, grinning.

“Omg you pervert” Jessica laughed.

“You know, I didnt actually touch you that night” she continued.

I thought back. “Oh yea, only Kimmy and Elyn did. With the wand.”

“And Kimmy actually really touched you.”

“Yeaaaa that was what made me cum.”

“You best watch out” Jessica grinned cheekily. “Next time it might be me who makes you cum.”

A thought came to mind.

“Why wait till next time?”

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About 30mins later we were both in Jessica’s room.

Thankfully she stayed near the mall.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Jessica asked, turning to face me as she shut the door behind me, even when no one else was home. She turned on the air conditioner as I replied.

“I should be asking YOU that!” I retorted.

“I’m ok if youre ok.”

“I’m ok.”

“Then im ok too.”

We faced each other in the middle of the room, unsure of how to proceed.

“Why dont you sit down” I suggest. Jessica nodded, face red, and sat on her bed. I proceeded to remove my clothes.

Jessica stared as i removed the last of my clothes and threw my briefs to the side, turning to face her with my hard cock out.

“Still so impressed?” I asked, secretly pleased at how she was captivated by my member.

She looked up at me and shrugged. “Yea, a bit.”

I was already throbbing in anticipation.

“What’s turning you on now?” She asked.

“Umm… you.”

She looked up at me. “Really?”

I nodded, taksim escort bayan a bit sheepish. “Yeah… you look good in shorts and tank top.”

Jessica smiled. “Thanks.”

I began stroking my cock, looking at Jessica for arousal. Her outfit was just the right amount of casual and sexy to get my engines going.

“Will you… take longer today than that time?” Jessica asked.

I contemplated her question. “That night i was trying hard not to cum, but right now… i dont know.”

I eased on my pace, letting my pre-cum lubricate my shaft.

“Do you want vibrators?” She asked.

“You have some?”

“Just the bullet ones”

“Oh then its okay.”

I continued stroking.

“Do you want me to cum as fast as possible?” I asked.

“Um… you can take your time. Do whatever feels best for you” she said.

An idea came to mind.

“In that case i want to try something a bit different.”

I quickened my stroking, staring hungrily at Jessica’s body and visualised myself shooting all over her chest. It wasnt long before i felt my climax coming.

I moaned and quickly let go, feeling the wave just before me.

Jessica watched silently, unsure of what to expect.

And then, quietly and without warning, it overcame me.

My cum began leaking out like a tap and i gasped and moaned, shaking my hips as the inexpressible sensations of frustration and pleasure rocked me. I looked down and saw Jessica entranced by my throbbing member as it dripped cum.

“Did you cum?” She asked, perplexed and fascinated.

“Sort of” I breathed. “That’s called a ruined orgasm.”

I then went into an explanation of what ruined orgasms were.

“Essentially” I finished speaking as my cock throbbed under me. “Ruined orgasms offer a pleasure experience unlike that of conventional orgasms. Although not as powerful, ruined orgasms have the benefit of shorter recovery periods, longer stamina, and multiple orgasms (although i know you girls dont have a problem with that). And its even more amazing if someone else ruins it for you.”

Jessica looked at me curiously. “Someone else, huh…”

As I reached out to start jerking again, Jessica’s hand suddenly grabbed mine.

I looked at her in surprise.

“Can you… let me try?”

Jessica’s face, blushing furiously with that shy expression, was incredibly cute. My cock got even harder.

I nodded and lowered my arm. Jessica first rubbed her fingertips along my shaft, slowly getting to know the feel of my manhood. Then she wrapped her fingers around me. I sighed in pleasure.

“It’s hard” she said, surprise in her voice.

Jessica then proceeded to move her hand up and down on me. It felt so good.

“You really like this?” She asked, looking up at me. I nodded.

“Hey, use your spit as lubrication” i added.

Jessica, heeding my advice, spat onto her hand and lathered her spit all over my cock. Having her spit on me made me think it was like being in her mouth, which was super hot.

“Omg” i moaned as she continued stroking şişli escort bayan me.

“Do you want me to make you cum fast or last a bit longer?” she asked, her hand making squishy sounds on my hot rod.

“A bit longer would be nice.”

At my words, Jessica slowed down her pace, even occasionally stopping her hand at the base for a few seconds before resuming her strokes.

“Rotate your hand around it” I told her. She proceeded to do so, making me moan.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Oh yeah like that…”

“Jess, Jess im cumming, where can i cum??”

“Just cum, dont worry.”

I looked down at her and saw she was aiming my cock at her tits. That was it for me, and I arched my back and moaned loudly as I shot my load onto Jessica.

Her hand continued pumping on me as I came, and with every stroke she did I could feel more of my cum being coaxed out of me. I was being milked, and it felt incredible.

Finally, I began to get sore, and so I told Jessica to relax. She began slowing her pace down until she eventually let go.

I then saw the results of my work: most of my cum had hit her chest and dripped right down her cleavage, while a few ropes had hit her tank top and left wet marks.

“Omg im so sorry” I said (although the sight of her cum stained tank top was a wonder to behold).

“It’s okay” Jessica said, reaching her hand into her cleavage and wiping some cum out. I watched as she raised her finger to her lips and taste my cum with a lick.

“Um… how is it?” I asked.

She considered my question. “A bit salty” she said.

I gave a satisfied sigh as i sat down on Jessica’s bed beside her, still buck naked. Jessica looked down at my still-hard member.

“You’re still hard?” She asked.

I shrugged. “It’ll probably go down after a while.”

Jessica continued playing with my cum on her fingers. “That must’ve felt real good.”

I nodded. “It did.”

She turned to look at me. “I want to feel good too.”

I looked back, unsure if i was interpreting her words correctly.

“Jess?..”

She reached down, gripped the hem of her tank top, and slowly pulled it up to reveal her ample bosom tucked neatly behind a simple black bra. I could see my cum in between her boobs and running down her belly.

Jessica tossed her tank top aside and undid her bra, throwing it away to reveal her magnificent assets.

I was in awe.

“Thats amazing” I said in a small voice.

Jessica blushed and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Can i…” I gestured with my hands. She nodded.

I slowly put my hands onto Jessica’s boobs, marveling at how they felt under my fingers and at the sheer weight they possessed. Not that Jessica had insanely large breasts, but that there so well-proportioned and taken care of that they were almost luxurious.

I observed Jessica’s facial expressions and saw that she was responding well to my touch.

“These are amazing Jess” I said.

“You said that already” she replied, chuckling.

I bent down and began sucking on Jessica’s pendik escort bayan left tit.

“Omg james!” Jessica exclaimed, before going into moans and sighs of pleasure.

I alternated between the left and right tit a few times before i stopped and looked up at her.

“Was that good?” I asked.

“Yes” she said simply, too embarrassed to look at me.

“I can make you feel better.”

She paused for a few seconds before standing up and removing her shorts to reveal white panties.

“Wait” i said, before she got to remove them. “Come sit down.”

Jessica sat beside me, confused.

Over the next ten minutes, I would use my fingers to please Jessica while sucking on her tits, bringing her to a crashing orgasm.

Jessica lay on her bed breathing hard while i examined my juice-drenched fingers, giving them a lick.

“Wow” she breathed. I could hear the smile in her voice. “That was amazing…”

I looked down at my re-erect member, full of blood and rearing to go again. I rubbed Jessica’s juice all over it as i began stroking again.

I felt Jessica sit up on her bed and I turned to look at her. She watched me stroking with lustful eyes and a wet pussy.

“Going again?” She asked, changing her position such that she was sitting up right beside me. “Let me help.”

And so i let go for her to take over, this time using both her hands to grasp my cock before letting her spit drip onto it for extra lubrication. I leaned back on my arms, closing my eyes and relaxing myself to fully immerse my senses into Jessica’s fingers and palms.

All of a sudden, something warm and wet enveloped around my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Jessica bent over me, giving me a blowjob.

I exclaimed out loud and Jessica looked up just long enough to give me a smug look before she refocused her attention on the task in her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped firmly around me, with a bit of teeth. But i didnt mind. It felt better than anything i’d ever felt before.

I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her mouth. Jessica occasionally raised her head long enough to give me a cheeky grin before going back down on me. Her technique was plain and simple, but effective.

And it wasnt long before I felt my climax coming.

“Oh shit, Jess!” i said as I exploded, and she lifted her head off of me, stroking out my cum as it flew out.

Jessica kept her hand moving as I came, and I quivered and shook on her bed as I unloaded myself onto Jessica’s floor, moaning. Finally the orgasm began to subside.

“Jess, slow down please.”

She did so.

“What happens if I kept stroking?” she asked.

I looked at her cautiously.

“Well, after an orgasm a cock becomes sore, like all muscles do. So it’ll ache if it remains stimulated.”

“So its painful?”

“To a certain extent, yeah. Some guys like it I think.”

Jessica considered my words, and then began slowly stroking again.

I gasped and squirmed as my cock was overloaded with feeling.

“Jessica!” I moaned, as she watched me get overwhelmed by her strokes.

“Just testing” she said, letting go.

After I recovered, I helped clean up the mess we left behind, before I left.

“I’ll let the girls know you’re interested, ok?” she asked as I left through the door. I grinned happily.

“Please do!”

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“So I leaned over, farted and Silly String flew out my ass,” Kayla said, snapping me back to reality.

I pulled my attention from staring her feet and looked directly at her. I didn’t realize how obvious I’d been.

“Good to see you’re back,” she laughed. “So are you going to listen or just ogle my feet?”

“I wasn’t ogling your feet,” I said much too quickly and defensively.

“Doug, we’ve known each other since I was 13 and you were 16. You’ve always been checking out my feet.”

She had a point. Her brother Kevin and I met and became friends during our sophomore year in High School, 15 years previous.

From the first time I’d met her, I had been obsessed with her feet. They were size 8, each toe in plump and beautiful. Her toes were always painted a vibrant color, pink, orange, blue or purple. In the all years I’d known her, I could count the times on one hand that she wasn’t either barefoot or wearing a pair of flip flops.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“I think it’s kind of hot, actually,” she admitted. “At first it was a little weird. I mean even then, I was used to guys staring at my chest. For the longest time I thought you were into my legs, but you would stare when I was wearing jeans too.”

“Sorry to creep you out,” I told her, genuinely embarrassed.

“No worries,” she laughed. “Can I tell you something?”

I nodded.

“I had no idea that there were guys into feet. When I was 18, I read somewhere about foot fetishes. Everything sort of fell into place, I did some research and the idea of having my feet licked and toes sucked on, by you, started to really turn me on.”

Her little confession left me speechless.

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” she chastised. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about sucking on my toes.” She rolled her ankles and flexed her bright blue painted toes for emphasis.

“Yes I have,” I admitted, deciding this would not be a good time to try and play it cool.

“That’s cool,” she smiled as she took a long sip of her beer.

“Hey you two,” her brother Kevin shouted from his spot behind the barbeque. “Are both of you going to be unsociable the entire week?”

We were at Kevin’s lake house. It had been a tradition ever since Kevin bought the place, the family would get together for the week, drink a lot, play in the lake, eat way too much food and catch up on everyone’s lives.

The year before, Kayla had been there with her husband. They’d gotten divorced not too long afterwards. It was one of those good news/bad news situations. escort taksim The good news, both of us were single and it had just become obvious, both of us were attracted to the other. The bad news; she was my best friend’s sister…

“Ready to go up and be sociable?” she asked starting to get up.

“I’ll be up in a couple of minutes,” I answered. I then tried to think of something other than Kayla’s feet, so my hard on would subside. It didn’t help when she looked at me, then down my body to the tent like bulge in my shorts.

“Did I make you hard, talking about feet?” she asked in mock innocence.

“Yes you did, you tease.”

“Not this week.”

“What do you mean not this week?”

“Do you think I came down here to see family?” she answered incredulously. “Go over my fucked up year time and time again with everyone. No, I came here to see you and to get laid…Also by you!”

That didn’t help my hard on situation one bit.

“Wow,” was the best answer I could think of at the time.

“So other than the obvious, what would help soften him up?”

“Just give me a minute or two,” I answered.

She started humming the theme to Jeopardy. After a couple of bars, she reached over and placed her hand in my lap. I breathed a sigh of relief as I glanced over my shoulder and saw that no one was watching.

“Doesn’t seem to want to go down,” she said as she gave my cock a quick squeeze.

“Not while your hand is there it won’t,” I reminded her.

“I’ve got an idea,” she told me as she took her hand away. “Close your eyes.”

I closed them.

“Clear my cute little toes from your mind….I want you to think back to when you arrived here today….Picture Aunt Helen running over to give you a hug, her arms above her head, her ‘Bingo Wings’ flapping as she threw her arms around you and gave you that big, scratchy old lady mustache kiss on the cheek.”

Son of a bitch…it worked.

“So how did I do?” she asked.

“Great, I think you turned me a little gay with that one.”

We got up from the dock and joined the rest of the family. Kayla joined the other women on the patio while I hung with Kevin.

“She wants you dude,” he said, handing me a fresh beer.

“She’s your sister,” I reminded him.

“If she wasn’t my sister,” he asked quietly. “Would you?”

Friends sister or not, I wanted Kayla so bad it hurt. She stood 5′ 6″ tall, weighed 125 lbs. Had the kind of skin, that when she tanned, made you want to go up and touch escort şişli her. Her hair had always framed her perfect face with curly blonde locks. Quite simply she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever known.

“In a heartbeat,” I admitted.

“You do realize she’s a grown woman, don’t you? It’s not like she’s a virginal little kid. If you want to go for it, I don’t have a problem.”

“That’s mighty big of you,” I laughed, desperately wanting him to drop the subject.

I helped him carry the steaks over to the table.

“Kayla you’re sitting by Doug,” Denise, Kevin’s wife informed us.

Dinner was, pretty much uneventful, with the exception of Kayla’s bare leg brushing against mine under the table. Occasionally she would slip her bare foot out of her flip flops and run her toes across my ankle and foot.

All in all, it worked out pretty good for me, as it kept me distracted enough to not laugh every time Aunt Carol raised her arms.

After dinner, the family gravitated to the den; we all took turns catching everyone up on what had been happening to us over the past year. At one point, Kayla, who was sitting with me on one of the love seats, placed her legs across my lap.

“Doug, would you mind massaging my feet?” she asked innocently. “They are really sore.”

Her feet were incredibly soft. I slowly and gently rubbed her feet. I started at her heels, worked her arches for a while before settling in on the balls of her feet and her sexy little toes taking each bright pink digit between my fingers, massaging them thoroughly.

As the evening wore on, one by one people started heading off to bed. The last to leave were Kevin and Denise, both giving us sly looks as they said their goodnights.

“Lick them,” Kayla purred the moment our hosts were out of earshot.

I pressed her feet together, raised them to my mouth and slowly ran my tongue over the tips of her toes.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” she whispered softly.

Separating them, I held her right foot in my hand, first sucking on her big toe and working my way over to her smallest. Coming back the other way, I concentrated my licking to her underside of each sexy digit. She let out a gasp as I gently raked my teeth the length of her second toe.

“God this is turning me on,” she panted.

“Me too,” I assured her.

She pressed her right foot onto my throbbing hard on, grasping and stroking my cock with her toes, while I licked and kissed her left foot. An almost violent shiver escort pendik went through her body as I sucked and licked all of her toes at once.

“Your turn,” she told me.

Taking her foot from my mouth, she placed it on my chest and gently pushed me back against the arm of the couch. She ran her foot down my body until both feet were sitting on my crotch.

“Unzip your shorts,” she told me after a few futile attempts at working the zipper with her feet.

She pushed my hand away as I unzipped and started to fish my hard on out of my shorts. It took her a few attempts, each one of them an exquisite tease, before she was able to free my cock with just her feet. Once it was out, she held it against my body with one foot while she stroked up and down my shaft with the other.

“My foot is a little dry for this,” she remarked.

Thinking she wanted me to lick her foot again, I grasped it in my hand, only to have her pull it away.

“I’ll take care of that,” she smiled.

I was mesmerized as I watched her pull her right foot to her own mouth and sensuously coat, not only her toes but the bottoms of her feet with saliva. My cock twitched as she put her spit slickened foot back on it.

“Oh…you liked that, huh?”

All I could do was moan, as I watched her get her other foot wet. She then wrapped both of her feet around my rigid cock and started stroking with a slow and steady motion.

The combination of Kayla jacking me off with her feet and watching her pinch and pull on her own nipples, through her shirt, had me close to cumming in no time.

“My feet are getting dry again,” she whispered. “Want me to get them wet again?”

Part of me didn’t exactly relish the idea of her breaking the perfect rhythm we had going, but another part really loved watching her suck on her own toes.

Sight won out over touch, I nodded my head in agreement.

“Here’s what makes all those years of yoga worth it,” she told me.

I sat awestruck as she shifted her body slightly and, without removing her feet, leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her ankles, she stroked her feet even faster up and down my rod. I watched her pink little tongue run over the head of my cock, her toes and then back to my cock. She would take it out of her mouth, run her lips down the length of my shaft down to where her feet were hold it, then slide them back up and make it disappear into her mouth again.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, seconds before my cock erupted in her mouth.

She let, what she couldn’t swallow; seep from between her lips and onto her feet. Once I was done shooting, she once again raised each foot to her lips and licked them clean.

“So,” she said as she finished licking up the last drops of my cum from her toes. “Your bedroom or mine for round two?”

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J.D. Weatherspoons Pubs Possess Certain Charms

An excitable and sexy law clerk with a growing sex addition decides on a spontaneous lunchtime liaison.

My father and I had hopped on the bus to the seaside town of Scarborough, one bleak Autumn day to do some shopping before taking off to southern Spain for some R&R. The old man took the opportunity to get his laptop serviced so while that was taking place, I debouched to The Lord Roseberry, a Wetherspoons pub on the main street. Those familiar with this chain of pubs are fully cognizant that it tends to cater for every type of drinker from the piss-soaked tramp at 7.30am, to the modest lunchtime diner attracted by the affordable assembly line food, to the after work crowd, and to late nighters who enjoy a pint and a fight.

I was the cheap diner, there to while away an hour or so waiting for my father’s PC to be taken off life support for the umpteenth time, he being a reluctant technophile and all that. The rain was belting down in blustery squalls rolling in from the North Sea, so shelter needed and quickly. The Lord Roseberry itself is a large two-storey late Victorian-era pile situated on a corner block, and on this day had a lively custom. A casual glance around the ground floor revealed a host of usual suspects, including a hobo telling customers how they should be queuing at the bar. There wasn’t a lot of seating available, and I didn’t check the upstairs before grabbing a pint of fizzy piss water that passed for beer. I espied a couple of bar stools by the window that at least afforded me a glimpse of the world that locals refer to “Scarbados”, one wonders why.

With a piece of dubious real estate secured, I sat down and opened my book. The time was a little after 12.30pm. The book I was reading had me engrossed to the extent that the world around me was non-existence. However, my literary reverie was suddenly shattered when a smart looking woman bagged the stool next to me. She placed a wet mini umbrella on the bar, a drink of some sort, and a handbag.

“You don’t mind if I take this seat, do you?”

“No, not at all,” I replied. I checked my iPhone, and it was 1.05pm. This young lady must be on her lunch break. I resumed my literary exploration of worlds long dead.

“This weather is awful!” The young lady piped up, interrupting me again.

“Time of the year, I suppose,” I answered politely but without looking up. I noticed from the corner of my eye that she had long, dark hear, quite black but with a faint hint of Shiraz streaks.

“I think its worse this year.” The young woman continued.

I wouldn’t know because I lived in Australia and was only in the UK to visit my parents, so my response a non-committal, “Perhaps.”

“What are you reading?” Asked this persistent young woman.

With my sense of annoyance rising, I closed the book and handed it to her. It was at this juncture that I was able to get a good look at her. I would say that she had either southern Indian or northern Sri-Lankan heritage, but she was most certainly born in Britain given her heavy Yorkshire accent. She had a delicate aquiline nose, dark hazel-coloured eyes, and sensuous rouged lips. She was of slender build with probably A- or B-cup breasts depending upon the level of padding underneath her dress. She wore a tight filling, almost military style black tunic, with a white blouse, a long black skirt and black shoes. Aside from the white shirt, the only other colour visible in this dark dress ensemble were several gold bracelets worn on each wrist.

Her interest in my reading material could best be described as passing. She made a couple of incorrect remarks about the history, but rather than pointing out this ignorance I humoured her instead. She handed the book back with a couple of flippant comments about not having the time to read outside of work.

We made our introductions, and her name was Tracey. Really? She was of Sri-Lankan heritage as I surmised. Her parents had moved to Britain in the 1960s, and she was the youngest of three siblings at 31 years old. Her current occupation was a legal clerk working for a firm of solicitors down the road. Judging by the lack of rings on her fingers, Tracey wasn’t married. Her boss and the other partners were attending a conference in Leeds, so she was taking advantage of their absence to slack off. Hence the vodka, lime and soda in her hand. Nice work if you can get it!

It was clear from her impulsive nature that I wasn’t going back to my book any time soon. Therefore, I decided to engage with Tracey and see where our encournter might lead. In the back of my head was my father’s pending arrival that could spoil this random meeting. As my pint was nearing empty, I arose from the stool intending to head to the bar where the hobo was perched, annoying everyone. Tracey took a massive gulp from her glass before asking me whether I minded getting her a refill. No, I was happy to do so.

Tracey grabbed her handbag and reached for her purse to grab some etiler escort bayan cash. I glanced at the open handbag and saw what I thought was a cream coloured vibrator. I thought I also saw a small bottle of personal lube. Of course, these could have been a tampon applicator and a bottle of hand sanitiser. I was brought back to reality by the snapping of the purse. Tracy stuffed it back into her handbag before turning to me, handing me the cash and flashing her pearly whites in a generous smile.

As I queued at the bar awaiting my turn. I replayed what I saw in my mind. The cream-coloured thing was cylindrical with longitudinal groves. While I couldn’t see the tip, the base certainly looked like battery slot and the on-off/speed disc. This thing seemed too big to be a tampon applicator, but what did I know? If it was a vibrator as suspected, then the bottle had to be lube. If what I saw was correct, then I was sat next to a potential sexual bombshell. Now, I was very eager to get back to my stool!

“How long are you taking off this arvo?” I asked as I resumed my place, placed the drinks on their coasters, and handed Tracey her change.

“Probably an hour, maybe two,” She responded. “Depends on my mood.”

She asked me about my plans, and I explained that I was waiting for my father. I sent him a text while I was at the bar, and he responded that he would be some time yet. How long he would be detained was indeterminate.

“So, what’s your mood now?” I asked expectantly.

“I’m feeling pretty good after one of these.” Replied Tracey with a twinkle in her eye and holding up her drink.

“Cheers!” we clinked glasses, and each took a swig.

“Do you have a woman in your life?”

“I did,” I replied. “We broke up a few weeks ago.”

“How come?”

“Michelle, my ex, and I were in a long distant relationship,” I began, “We would see each other twice a year, and it seemed to work. This year, however, I’ve made two addition trips to the UK for work and, well, we just seemed to irritate one and other.”

“Mutual breakup then?”

“I think so. Maybe, a little bit more on my side.”

“Why?”

“Michelle was having money difficulties and didn’t want to go out as much with me this time around. So, we called it a day.”

“Was it just the ‘not going out’?” Asked Tracey, raising an expectant eyebrow.

“Well, that was also a factor, from my perspective.” I answered, “Her appetite never really matched mine, and I think her money worries left her a bit disinterested.”

“When you were in the bedroom, was it good?” Persisted Tracey.

“Let’s just say, I have a more diverse palette than Michelle.”

“Ooh, do tell?”

“Really?” I asked, “Do you tell your bedroom secrets to men you’ve just met?”

“Depends on the person I’m talking to,” Tracey replied, with a cheeky grin, before adding, “Sometimes I do a lot more than that.”

Now, this conversation was heading in the right direction. I was hoping, nay praying, that my father wouldn’t suddenly enter and ruin everything.

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes”, Tracey replied, casually, “If he, or she, is worthy enough, I’ll fuck them the first date.”

That’s a position that all red-bloodied men would agree with. Others might describe such behaviour in a woman as slutty, but I got the impression that if Tracey was labelled a slut, she wouldn’t give a shit.

We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, perhaps sizing the other one up, before turning away to gaze at the dreary Scarbados landscape.

“So, tell me about your ‘diverse palette’?” Interrupted Tracey, swigging from her glass.

“I like my sexual pleasure hardcore, like what I see – occasionally – online.” She laughed at my use of ‘occasionally’.

“Sounds routine. What hardcore stuff did Michelle not like or do?”

“Quite a bit,” I began, “I don’t think she watched a lot of porn, so many of the things I wanted to do weren’t her thing.”

“Such as?”

“Geez, you’re persistent, aren’t you?”

“I want to know. Sex is my favourite subject.”

“Yes, I’m sensing that,” I replied with a smile, “But I don’t want to denigrate her.”

“I don’t know her, so you’re not denigrating her to me.”

That was the least convincing argument I’ve heard, but I was getting aroused with this conversation and suspected many of Michelle’s sexual weaknesses wouldn’t be ones shared by Tracey.

“Well, ok then,” I sighed with feigned resignation. “Michelle didn’t swallow or let me come on her face. Said that was demeaning but expected me to remain between her legs until she came.”

“Selfish bitch.” Laughed Tracey, “So I guess anal was wasn’t a go?”

“How did you guess that?” I asked with played-up shock whereby Tracey humorously hit my arm.

“I really love anal sex,” replied Tracey, nonchalantly, oblivious to the tautology of her admission, “Its only been a recent discovery for me but now I’m hooked.”

Fucking, pendik escort bayan yes!

“What else?” Asked Tracey, who began squirming on her stool. The bulge in my jeans wa hardening.

“She wouldn’t or couldn’t squirt, and that other thing which is not squirting was obviously taboo.” I didn’t want to be explicit about golden showers in case that was a bridge too far for Tracey. However, before Tracey could respond to my cryptic clue, I continued listing differences in sexual compatibility.

“My ex-wife enjoyed being fisted, and while I was in two minds about that particular act, I knew that Michelle wouldn’t want to partake. No other sexual partner has asked to be fisted since my divorce.”

“Mmm, that’s quite the menu you have.” Said Tracey after I was finished thinking up kinky perversions.

“Anything on that menu that’s not to your liking?” I asked, nervously hoping I hadn’t gone too far.

“Fisting I’ve not done, and I don’t think its possible as I’m too tight down there,” She began, “Squirting depends on the ability of who’s trying, but I can live without being made to squirt because I can orgasm from penetrative sex easily and often.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

“As for that other ‘thing’ you mentioned, I’ll do that anytime someone asks. Which isn’t very often, let me tell you.”

“Then people are missing out,” I replied, “I love it, giving and receiving.”

“Really?” Tracey asked in surprise, “I’ve only been asked to give it, so I don’t know what it’s like to receive it.”

“Maybe, one day, your prince will come,” I said, instantly regretting the corny cliché.

“Not in this town,” replied Tracey, “The men here are very vanilla. Oh, they do the job, from time to time, but I’m always left wanting more.”

“Oh, yes?” I answered, “Does that mean a healthy supplement of DIY?”

“Several times a day!”

I was right then, the handbag does contain a vibrator and a bottle of lube.

“Does that include DIY at work?” I continued.

At that question, Tracey glanced towards her handbag and realised I saw the contents inside.

“You saw my bag of tricks then?”

I nodded and smiled in reply.

“Then, yes, I masturbate at work.” That confession was easily extracted.

“In the staff toilet?”

“Sometimes. Other times, I sit at my desk with my toy inside me. I get really turned on when the people I interact with have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Wow, you’re an awesome chick.”

“Sometimes, I think I’m a sex addict as its all I think of. Something went wrong in my brain when I turned turned thirty.”

“You’re in your dirty thirties now,” I responded with another glib cliché.

“If I don’t have an orgasm, I think I’ll explode. And I think I watch too much porn.” Tracey said, laughing.

At that point, two things occurred. The first was a text from my father informing me that his laptop was being worked on as we speak. The second was that we were interrupted by a bar man picking up glasses. He asked us if we wanted new drinks and we both assented. The second event obviously had an impact on the first. If we continued drinking and flirting, then the closer the time came to my father arriving at The Lord Roseberry and spoil this situation. The clock was ticking, people. Go, Go, Go!

I related this news to Tracey, who replied, “We don’t have much time then.”

“Time for what?”

“Time to fuck!”

“Where are we going to do that?” I asked.

Tracey thought for a while as the bar man returned with our drinks.

“Not sure.” Came the reply.

“What about your office?” I suggested.

Again, Tracey thought as she took a sip from the glass.

“It’s a small office, and while the partners are at the conference, not all the other staff are slacking off like I am.” She giggled at her naughtiness.

“While I could bring you in as a potential client, the place I have in mind isn’t secure, and we could get caught in the act.”

Tracey shuffled again on her stool. I figured she’d just pictured us copulating in some area of her office and that her pussy was pulsing at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m wet, and I’m horny,” She replied, “And I want you to fuck me. But I shaved my pussy the other day and, since I don’t wear panties, the regrowth is ticklish.”

I so hoped that, if we found a place to be alone, Tracey would grant me an opportunity to eat that shaved pussy to orgasm.

“Do they have a disabled toilet here?” I asked, suggesting a place I’ve had public sex many times across Australia.

“There’s one upstairs, I think. Why?”

There were undoubtedly plenty of mentally disabled people here, but a quick scan around the bar and dining area didn’t show any infirm bodily customers. Those readers that are familiar with the Weatherspoons’ pub chain know the joke about the toilets being up flights of stairs and being less than accessible. taksim escort bayan I squinted toward the back of the bar and saw a lift to the second floor where the toilets were. Theoretically, there might be a need by a disabled patron to use this toilet but currently, the prospect for occupying it was favourable.

“Why don’t I have a look?” Asked Tracey. “I need to go anyway.”

Damn it! I was hoping that we might indulge in some water sports.

“If the toilet is free, how will you tell me?”

“Give me your mobile number, “She said, “If its free, I’ll text you but keep it locked from the inside until you arrive.”

This was wonderfully conspiratorial stuff, and I was beginning to warm to Tracey’s devious mind. Maybe if all goes well, I might enjoy my remaining weeks in the UK in this legal clerk’s bed, whose sexual appetite appeared to match my own.

I agreed to Tracey’s proposal, and we exchanged numbers. She quickly necked her drink and gathered up her belongings before disappearing among the milling crowd swelled by the dismal weather, the cheap drinks and the assembly line food. I turned and looked at my pint, still half full. I wasn’t sure I could skoll that in the seconds I had left. There was also my father. I checked my phone, but there was no updated ETA, so I decided to update mine. I sent a text explaining that I was bored and was going to another pub for a change of scenery. I instructed him to let me know when he arrived at The Lord Roseberry.

As soon as that message was sent, Tracey’s arrived. The toilet was free and she had secured possession. I pocketed my phone then grabbed my book. I tried to down my pint but failed so I left it behind. I ascended the stairs and made my way over to the facilities. I pulled at the door handle the locked flipped to open and I slid inside.

I was greeted by a naked Tracey except for her stockings and shoes, and what a sight it was. Her lovely mocha skin, sadly defiled in places by inked graffiti, her pert B-cup breasts topped off with pierced nipples, and her shaved pussy, studded with jewellery. I rose to an immediate stonk-on.

As soon as the door was locked, Tracey and I embraced, kissing passionately. Her breath smelled of vodka. She began furiously undressing me, roughly grabbing my hard cock through my jeans and moaning uncontrollably, but not loudly. Within seconds, I was naked from the top down, and Tracey was on her knees, negotiating my belt and jeans. As soon as my boxer shorts reached my ankles, Tracey’s vodka laced mouth had swallowed my entire length, her hands gripped my arse cheeks as she furiously worked her mouth on my pole. The feeling was intense as this exotic goddess worked her magic. I ran my hand through Tracey’s silky hair and gripped the back of her head as she blew me. Her technique was diversified with some tongue lashing on my ball sack. Tracey applied liberal amounts of saliva to my cock and balls, all the time working the fluid into the skin.

Then Tracey disengaged her hands from my butt and began unlacing my shoes without taking her lips off my cock. She wanted me naked like her. I lifted each leg that enabled her to remove shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. I was left only in my socks. Tracey stood up and told me to bend over the sink. I did as ordered, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, one hand grabbed my lubricated shaft and jerked it, the other spread an arse cheek, and I felt a tongue stabbing hard against my rosette. Tracey also ran her tongue from my arse, down my taint to my tightening ball sack. This prolonged stimulation was going to make me cum, and I didn’t want to just yet.

Just before the point of no return, I stood up and turned around. Tracey looked disappointed, but I pulled her up and kissed her. Vodka and arsehole were now the dominant flavours of her mouth. Heady.

I then directed Tracey to sit on the toilet seat. She immediately spread her legs and used two fingers from her hand to part her pussy lips. I could easily see her wetness glistening in the light. I knelt between her legs and adjusted her position slightly so that her wrinkled pucker was on display. Tracey was a stunning, sexual beauty, and I wasted no time on her woman parts: clit, pussy and arsehole.

As I devoured Tracey with my mouth and tongue, she was spasming in delight but trying hard to keep the noise down. At one point during my oral ministrations, I looked up at this Sri-Lankan goddess. Tracey’s eyes were firmly shut, as sensation after sensation assaulted her brain. Both hands were clasped against her pierced nipples, pulling on them sharply. Minutes later, her orgasm struck with the same force as the weather outside. Tracey really struggled to keep her pleasure quiet, but the few exclamations she couldn’t contain would have been heard outside the toilet had there been a passer by. Given her self-control, I suspected that she was no stranger to public sex.

Without allowing Tracey any time to get her breath back, I inserted two fingers deep inside her swampy box and frigged her g-spot. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was tight! Her reaction was like being shot. Tracey’s lithe body jerked violently as my fingertips hit their target. Of her hands, formerly on her breasts, one clasped her mouth, whereas the other went to her pierced clit which she rubbed, hard.

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It was a quiet afternoon at the office. My last appointment for the day had to cancel at the last minute, and the bosses were all at a convention out of town. Nothing was happening, and although it was a good time to catch up on paperwork, I was tired so I thought I’d get an early start on the weekend. I didn’t expect my girlfriend, Paola, to be home when I got there, so I was surprised to hear the television when I walked through the door. I decided to sneak up on her as a surprise, but when I went into the living room, she was the one who surprised me.

Playing on the television was a porn video; a pretty young girl was having her faced stuffed with cock; I watched for a second when the actor pulled out and emptied a huge load of cum across her face. Paola, not realising I was behind her, emitted a little gasp and then a moan. Immediately the scene on the screen shifted; once again, a sexy young bitch was getting her throat rammed by a large cock. Once again, the scene ended with arcs of hot, sticky cum splashing the actress’s pouty, puffy lips. Paola moaned again and I could her a squishing sound. I quietly looked over the back of the sofa and saw my petite sweet girl pounding her cunt with her fingers. The skirt of her elegant suit was hiked up around her waist, her dainty little g-string panties around her knees. I wanted nothing more than to strip down and fuck her senseless, but I was fascinated with the scene in front of me and decided to watch quietly, despite my own erection.

Paola has always been an enthusiastic cocksucker. In spite of the fact that she’s a high-powered corporate attorney, in the bedroom she’s definitely a submissive. Who knows? Perhaps it’s because in the “outside” world she is so forceful and dominant that at home she takes comfort from being the object, rather than the subject. Which suits me fine; our sex life is dominated by me—I’m the one who calls all the shots, and she takes the greatest pleasure in pleasuring me. Not that she doesn’t get her share of orgasms: the girl comes buckets, at times even squirting juice from her cunt.

Another scene started on the television, same as the others, but this time, when the girl finished with a face full of dripping cum, she turned her head and got a second pounding by another huge cock, and then a third. Paola’s breathing grew shorter, her moans deeper. She reached into her purse and extracted a large, natural-shaped dildo and stroked herself once before burying it deep into her gash. I fully expected her to fuck herself with it, but as soon as it was properly lubricated, she withdrew it and began to suck on it. The girl in the video took a third load and then a fourth and as Paola watched, she fucked her own mouth with the plastic cock while still fingering her stiff clit.

Silently, I took off my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping off my loafers. My nipples were almost as erect as my cock, but I left my trousers and stepped around the side of the sofa. Paola was startled and automatically attempted to cover herself but I commanded her to continue and knelt down between her legs and began to lick her oozing slit. The bitch was wet, her tangy juices flowing into my mouth and down my chin. As I concentrated my wagging tongue on her stiff clit, I reached up and pinched her nipples, which only had the effect of deepening her moans and causing her hips to buck against my chin. I reached further and put my hand over hers, grasping the dildo, and pushed it into her mouth. Paola gagged, but I knew she was loving it from the way she thrust her cunt at my mouth.

I continued to savage her clit until I could tell she was ready to cum. Her entire body shook and her little cunt went into spasms around my tongue. Before I knew what was happening, she arched her back and emitted a stream of hot, viscous juice into my face as she twisted and writhed beneath me. I took the dildo from her mouth and rammed it deep into her gaping hole and then went back down to sucking her sloppy clit. Pulling on it with my lips, I brought her to a second, quick orgasm, and then told her to describe the video to me.

“A young girl is on her knees, sucking a large black man’s cock. He is grabbing her pigtails—she has red hair and freckles—using them like handles to pull her head into his groin. He’s raping her mouth and now…” she gasped…”now he’s coming great quantities onto her face, filling her mouth and eyes, shooting it into her red hair…

“Another one is starting; the girl is undressing, acting sexy, slowly showing her tits, which are tiny, like mine. She has a very short “school-girl” plaid skirt, and is turning around to show that she’s naked underneath. Her cunt lips are puffy, and now a man’s hand goes between her legs. Oh god…” and her breath catches “…he’s fingering her asshole. She’s kneeling down now, taking his cock in her fist and licking around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum no doubt.”

Paola was rocking her hips against the dildo and my tongue. Her voice was a dull monotone, describing taksim escort each act of facial abuse, how the semen shot forth and splattered the young models’ mouths. But then she became animated again, as she described the next clip.

“It’s an Asian woman…oh, it’s a genuine bukkake scene. She has her panties on but has removed her bra and is holding a clear glass plate under her chin. There are dozens of men in their underwear, holding their cocks and stroking them. The first one has just come on her and it’s slowly sliding down her face. Now the next one has spurted and it too is dripping from her cheek. Another now, less forceful, and now another—this is a big load, and it drips off her lips and onto the glass plate. The camera position is now underneath the plate, I’m watching the cum accumulate. Oh my god, there are dozens of men yet to go; they’re all going to come on her. Oh fuck…”

I stuck my index finger into Paola’s asshole and then slipped my middle finger in as well. Now both holes were filled and my tongue continued to lash her clit. Her mouth was filled with words, dribbling out the descriptions of the action on the television. “Another shot and another; they’re relentless, she’s coated in a sea of cum,” she said. “She’s so lucky.”

Then my Paola came again. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and she squirted into my face again, the last few words that escaped were, “she’s drinking the contents of the plate, swallowing all that cum.

“Please let me suck you.”

I was ready, and withdrew the dildo from her cunt, stepping out of my trousers. My cock sprung lewdly in front of my, and I guided Paola onto her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the sofa. I placed my cock over her face, settling my balls on her lips and she began to suck and lick them. Her body was crunched on the couch, and I directed that she raise her ass against the backrest so she could drape her legs over the back. A large dollop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her neck. I spread her legs and slapped her cunt, then grabbed the slick dildo and slowly plugged it into her asshole. Pulling back for a moment, I eased my cock into her waiting mouth, sliding down into her throat until my balls covered her eyes.

“You dirty bitch,” I said as I began to thrust and fuck her throat, “coming home to masturbate without my permission.” A little whimper escaped but I continued stuffing her mouth with my erection. I slapped her cunt again. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You worthless cunt.” I was in a good rhythm now, stroking my cock between her lips, feeling the tip enter the top of her oesophagus. I wasn’t going to last long, I wanted to come as much as Paola needed to drink it.

And I knew she needed it. Her hands went over her head and around my waist, reaching for my ass cheeks and pulling me even deeper into her mouth. “Go ahead, bitch,” I commanded, “I know you want to…finger my asshole.” Paola wasted no time sliding her index finger up my ass. We both knew that would cause me to come almost immediately; it’s what we both needed and wanted.

She gagged a bit when I exploded in her mouth, emptying the contents of my balls so deep into her throat I doubt she even tasted it. And unbelievably, her cunt was oozing and going into spasm again. I pulled out and squeezed the last drops of my load onto her lips, which she hungrily licked off. My legs were weak as I stood up, and I collapsed into the club chair. The video had ended at some point.

“Take that cock out of your ass and bring me a drink,” I said. Paola was still in the same position. “And get off the rest of those clothes.” She straightened up slowly and stripped the rest of her dishevelled clothing off, leaving nothing but the glistening juices of her cunt gracing her flesh as she went to the kitchen. A few moments she returned with a cold glass of white wine which she handed me before kneeling at my feet and started to gently stroke my limp cock.

“Thank-you, sir,” she said. “Thank you for the multiple orgasms and the load of cum to swallow.”

“We obviously need to talk about what happened here today,” I said. “Don’t we?”

Paola’s head and voice both dropped. “Yes, Sir.”

“Why were you home early?”

“I had hoped to surprise you with a nice dinner. I signed an important contract this morning and thought I’d treat myself with the afternoon off. I stopped at the market for some steaks, and then had the idea to buy some new knickers to wear while I served you. I went into a sex shop and saw this video on the shelf and was irresistibly drawn to it. I had only intended to skim over it while I cooked, but with each passing scene, I slowly lost my resistance. It made me so randy.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’ve always known you liked sucking cock, known you like feeling it hit your face before you scoop it into your mouth. What’s special about this?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied, pensively, “maybe it’s the anonymity, especially in the bukkake şişli escort scene. All those random cocks, all that anonymous cum drenching that lucky slut.”

“And you’d like to be that slut, wouldn’t you?”

She didn’t answer, but sighed heavily and tellingly. I reached down and put my hand behind her head, then yanked her hair back, so she was looking into my face, repeating, “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered haltingly.

“So my cock isn’t enough, doesn’t satisfy you, is that it? You need more?”

“Oh, no, Sir,” she quickly replied, kneeling up straight and lowering her head to my lap, “Oh no. I love your cock. You treat me so well, better than I have ever deserved. I live to serve you, to serve your cock. You fulfill me, complete me. No, Sir. Your cock is my world. I am your slave, and no others’. I love you”.

“Hmm,” I said, as if unconvinced. But I knew that Paola spoke truly. And it was reciprocal: her subservience filled a hole in my life I’d never been able to define before. She was my ideal woman, physically—petite and with an olive complexion, totally committed to our mutual pleasure, dark, doe-like eyes, small tits and short hair, incredibly smart and well bred. She’s at home in a board room and a captain of industry (if such a thing exists in this post-industrial age), well read and erudite, a decent cook and total slut. And yes, I love her too.

“I’m going to have a shower, and you can make the dinner—I hope you got the ingredients for the dinner before your trip to the sex shop.”

“I did, and I will, Sir,” she said. “Can I bring you a second glass of wine?”

“That’s my good girl,” I said, rising. There was a drop of cum dribbling from my cock, and I squeezed it out and offered it her. Paola extended her tongue and took the drop, almost like a communicant receiving the Blessed Sacrament.

As the hot water ran over my body, I thought about how to make Paola’s fantasy a reality. It excited me, thinking of actually whoring out my little slut. But while it was all well and good to let her suck random cock, I needed to be in charge—without any skills as a pimp. I thought about the possibility of asking colleagues from the office, but that was certainly not “anonymous” enough; most of my colleagues already knew Paola for the business leader she was. And then I remembered my “poker buddies”. There was a random group.

Once a month, I play poker with five other fellows; we met at the race track a couple of summers ago and typically meet for our games in the back room of a small bar in the far reaches of Queens, not far from Aqueduct. But on at least two occasions, we’ve relocated to the home of one of the other guys; in both cases because of babysitting conflicts. The games don’t go on too late, and they’ve always been relatively low-stake. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to bring these guys to my apartment, but getting a suite at a Midtown hotel wouldn’t be out of the question. I’d make some lame excuse, and bring Paola along as the “hostess”.

I turned off the water and drew back the shower curtain. There was Paola, on her knees on the bathmat, with my next drink on a silver salver held above her head. Naturally, she was nude.

“How’s dinner coming along?” I asked, deliberately ignoring the earlier topic.

“Fine, Sir. It will be ready to be served when you’re through here.” Her eyes were lowered, and I placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she added.

“For what?”

“For causing you any distress,” she replied, a tear welling in her eye.

“I’m not distressed, Paola. I’m quite happy.” I wiped away the tear. “Now go get the dinner ready and I’ll be along shortly.”

She smiled at my smile. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising and exiting the bathroom. Did I mention Paola possesses the most perfect ass? I love watching her leave a room. I also love fucking that tight, dark hole.

*

I came to the table wearing just my dressing gown, and Paola served me naked, placing my plate down before me and topping off my wine glass. Never presumptuous, the place opposite was empty, but I asked her to join me. Naturally, as befitting her general breeding and good taste, the steak was excellent, perfectly done. We ate in relative silence, only occasionally commenting about our workdays. I explained to her how it was that I came home early, and what a pleasant surprise it was to find her as I did, causing her to blush a little, in spite of all our intimacies over the years.

When I finished, I pushed back and adopted a serious mien.

“I’ve thought a lot about your comments earlier,” I started, causing her to blush again, “and I’ve decided to help you realise your fantasy.”

“Oh, no, Sir! Please! I’m so sorry!”

“Hush now, my sweet. We both know you’re a slut, and I’ve made you my whore…Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Well, I’ve decided it’s about time you were drenched in cum. But of course there will be pendik escort certain ground rules.” I explained my idea of hosting a poker night at a hotel. Paola would act as a paid hostess, serving drinks and sandwiches in a revealing costume and eventually letting her mouth be raped by all the men there. And though I’d permit them to finger her cunt and ass, only I would be allowed to fuck her. And that would probably only be after the others left.

Paola was curiously quiet. “Well?” I asked, “does this idea have any appeal?”

Her head was lowered, and she merely nodded.

“Speak up, my love, I can’t hear you. The idea made you wet, didn’t it?”

Again, she nodded, eyes still lowered.

“Show me,” I said.

Paola reached between her legs and slid her fingers between her labia, and found that yes, she was quite wet. Raising the index and middle finger of her right hand in a sort of erotic salute for my view, I could see them glistening with her oozings.

“Lick them,” I ordered, and she did. “So, why the hesitation? Speak up.”

“It frightens me. It will be so humiliating.”

“You’ll look just like one of the dirty sluts in that video of yours. Maybe I should film you getting your mouth raped repeatedly, having your face slathered with gobs of anonymous cum. Then you could watch yourself in all your whoredom whenever you want. And so could I. Would you like that?”

She nodded her affirmation and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” I noticed her nipples were stiff and distended. My cock was stirring again, but I could wait.

“Anything for my good girl,” I said. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up and afterwards, you can get into the shower then show me your gratitude.”

Paola rose and gathered the dishes and headed to the kitchen. I could see a slime trail down the inside of her thigh and as she collected my plate, I fondled her cunt and sucked a nipple; then I offered my wet fingers to her mouth, which she hungrily licked clean.

“You’re so good to me, Sir,” she said gratefully.

“I love you, my little slut.”

*

That night I fucked Paola’s ass. After her shower, I sent her to bed and told her to “assume the position”. An hour later when I got into the room, she was kneeling on the bed, with her arms stretched out grabbing the rail of the footboard, her tits pushed into the duvet and her ass high and inviting in the air. I told her what a dirty slut she was, what a whore. I told her how disgusting it was to know that she was thinking about—wanting, craving, lusting for—a face full of sticky, stinking cum from anonymous men. She whimpered but said nothing. I jammed my fingers into her cunt and found it already moist. “You disgusting bitch,” I said, fingering her roughly, “you really can’t help yourself from becoming turned on. What a whore.”

I pulled out my hand and brought it down firmly on the pale orbs of her ass. Again and again I struck her, reddening her cheeks to a fiery crimson colour, ignoring her whimpers, moans and tears; she knew better than to complain. And of course she wouldn’t because each stroke, each slap, only excited her more. As the tender flesh of her ass was inflamed with my beating, so was her lust, her desire. Of course it had a similar effect on me: my cock was stiff and protruding lewdly, dribbling pre-cum and aching to plunge between the tight ring of muscle protecting her darkest hole. I tested her readiness by again fingering her cunt, shoving first two, then three and finally four fingers into her dripping, oozing gash. My thumb pressed roughly against the little bean of her clit, and I could feel her grasping at my fingers, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. All the while I kept up the banter of degradation, verbally abusing her for her slovenly, sluttish, whoring desires.

I withdrew my slime-covered fingers, dripping with her juices, and could see her gaping hole pucker and quiver, the muscles clutching at the air, willing me to reinsert them. But instead, I slide two into her asshole. Paola moaned deeply, the mixture of pleasure and pain singing through her whimpers. Climbing onto the bed, I looked into the mirror on the dresser immediately in front of us, and saw Paola’s face wincing with each thrust.

“Are you wet enough, bitch?” I asked, “Are you ready to get a good, hard reaming?” Paola looked up, into the mirror, into my eyes, and merely nodded. “I can’t hear you, slut,” I yelled. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, barely audible.

Positioning myself between her legs, I spit on her asshole and worked the saliva deep into her. Unable to resist the temptation before me, I ran the tip of my cock over her hard little clit causing her sphincter to grasp at my fingers. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I sunk my cock to the balls into her dripping slit—”Just for a little more lubrication,” I assured her. Then, spitting at her dirty hole again, I withdrew and positioned the head of my cock at the now-gaping opening and slid forward. She was tight and hot. The heat which emanated from her rosy cheeks against my groin fuelled my lust and I pounded into her, stroke after stroke as I pulled on her hips. Paola clenched the footboard tightly, and I watched the pain and emotion on her face in the mirror as I reamed her ass again and again.

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It started as a fantasy, one I would have never imagined I would enjoy, but has been a curiosity for some time. It began with pictures, then research, then videos. Now, it had happened, and I would never be satisfied without it. As I was driving home from the airport, shifting in my seat, I smiled as I thought back on how this unforgettable weekend all started…

My erection was growing from the video of a sexy woman strap-on fucking a guy. Her sexy curves, glistening with sweat as she drove her hips back and forth into his ass. The rhythm accentuating how absolutely beautiful she looks. The look on her face, one of pure and confident pleasure, is what I want to be able to give a woman. The guy seems lost in his own pleasure, probably from the pressure on his prostate. Next, I decided just to search for pictures of girls with strap-ons, and stumbled upon a bunch of profiles (on an unnamed social networking service). It made sense to start a profile and look around, since the initial search brought up a nice amount of content. That’s how the fantasy of being fucked by a girl turned into a reality.

As I scrolled down the various blogs, a picture started to get me excited from the start, an amazing set of tits with erect nipples followed by a toned stomach ending with red sweatpants. Her body is perfect and I start to envision exploring her body with my tongue. Then comes another picture, same build-up, but this one see is grabbing in her pants. Now a group of pictures follows, showing her bringing the strap-on she is wearing out and playing with it. These photos would be in my head for days.

After searching through her blog, I see that she has meet and pegged users on this site before, and even posted looking for someone. It’s a longshot and I wouldn’t expect a reply, but knew she could be worth it. She lives in a different state, but I offered to bring her to NY and get a hotel room in her name, so she could take my anal cherry. To sweeten the deal, I see that she is a hockey fan so I offer to get tickets to MSG for a game, and pick the weekend her team is in town. Realistically, I never anticipate that I would get a response.

When I got the notification that I had a reply, I got a little excited. It came while I was at work, so I had to wait to check the message, since this is NSFW. As I left work, I immediately checked the message in my car… She said “Yes” and to send her my number, which I did immediately. A couple minutes later, as I walked in my apartment, I received a text with a picture. It was a photo etiler escort of her with her strap-on and a look that said “Come here”. Next, she called and we hit it off right away. There was something in her voice that made me feel comfortable with her, and I assume the reverse was true, as she wanted to talk about the arrangements.

As I stood in the airport, holding a sign with her name, as instructed, I started to get a nervous excitement. I noticed the sweatpants first, bright red made her stand-out of the crowd, and I could not believe how beautiful the woman walking towards me was. Lost in her beauty, it wasn’t until she game me a hug, that I regained my wits. I took her bags and we started to walk to the car. We stopped for her to go to the restroom and were off.

While driving, we talked for a little until she grabbed my right hand and places it on her knee and slowly brings it up. That’s when I felt the strap-on she had on. She leaned into my ear and whispered in a voice that gave me goosebumps, “I can’t wait to bend you over and fuck you.”

Moving through the hotel lobby with an erection, we quickly made it to the room. When we get inside, she tells me to undress and wait on my knees at the edge of the bed as she gets ready. As instructed, I wait till she returns, it feels like hours but was only minutes. She comes out and gets on the bed in front of me. I am utterly consumed by how sexy the woman in front of me is, standing naked except for her strap-on.

She positions herself in front of me at the edge of the bed and spreads her luscious legs wide, exposing her perfect pussy and ass. Her pussy is glistening.

“That was a long flight and I need my attention” she says. “Let’s start by you getting to work.”

Unable to hide my excitement and without pause, I slide my tongue from her asshole up to her clit, then start to slide my tongue in and out of her pussy to get her juices flowing. Then I moved up to her clit and draw her into my mouth, sucking on her clit. She grabs my head pulls it harder into her pussy, her body grinding into my face. The strap-on resting against my forehead. She lets loose an orgasm, but I do not stop sucking her clit, until she tells me to tongue her ass. I happily slide down and flick my tongue into her ass, then drive my tongue in and out of her until she is cumming again.

“Mmmmmm, good boy. Now you have earned your reward and I’ll start gentle.”

“Bend over the bed.” she says devilishly.

“Thank You Miss” I say.

She pendik escort comes up to me and spreads lube up and down her girlcock in my face.

She positions herself behind me and rests the tip of her cock against the opening of my virgin ass. “Are you ready to pop your cherry? After this I will own you forever.”

“Yes Miss, I am ready”

She positions herself behind me. “Are you sure this is you are a virgin?”

As I start to respond, she plunges the head of her cock into my ass. Stretching my ass open for the first time.

“Not anymore.” she says, while sliding the first inch of her 6 inch cock into me. Thankfully, she gives me a minute to adjust, and slowly inserts more and more of her cock. The initial pain is starting to be replaced by pleasure. She asks if I am OK. I tell her I am and she slides the cock out and in all the way to the balls.

“Good Boy, taking my cock. Let’s see how much you can take.”

Before I am able to process that last comment, she start to drive her hips back and forth, pushing her cock in and out of my ass, slowly gaining speed. She grabs my hips with both hands and thrusts her girlcock deep into my ass, leans in and says:

“We are going to keep going until I make you cum just with my cock.”

“Anything you’d like, Miss. Please Fuck Me!”

“Oh! He likes it! Did I find a new butt slut?” she says as she thrusts harder and faster into my ass.

“Yes Miss, I am your butt slut.”

She continues to pound my ass for what felt like an hour. It felt so good, I could not believe it. She told me to flip over so she could see me cum. Excited to be able to see her incredible body as she drives her cock into me, I quickly turn onto my back.

She gets in position and drives into my ass, thrusting her hips up to my ass. Driving me to the brink of exploding.

“I’m going to cum” I say and she starts to fuck me even harder, leading to the best orgasm I have ever had, but she does not stop fucking me, yet. My body is shaking from the rippling orgasm rushing through me. Finally, she slows down, and withdraws her cock. She begins licking up my cum, until it is all in her mouth, then leans in and kisses me with a mouthful of my own cum. The first time I have tasted my own cum, and I would do it again for this goddess.

As I lay there in bliss, she goes to her bag and pulls out a couple things. When she gets back to the bed, she leans in and gives me a deep kiss, then whispers into my ear, “We’re not done yet, my taksim escort toy. That was just the warm-up. Be a good boy and flip over for your Miss.”

The size of her new girlcock catches me by surprise. It was so sexy, my cock started to come to life. The look in her eyes made me want to do anything for her, and I quickly flipped on my stomach. She put restraints on, which tied me to the bed, face-down and spread-eagle. She lines up between my legs, with her girlcock between my cheeks. She leans over me, pressing her breasts against my back, I feel her perfectly hard nipples against me as she says, “That first one was for you. This one is for me. If you take it like a good slut I will reward you next, but if not…”

“I will be a good slut, Miss. I would do anything to please you.”

“Thanks what I like to hear, slut.”

She leans back and lines up her 8 inch cock, thicker than the last, and pushes her way in. The tip pops its way into my ass, stretching my ass. I bite the bed in front of me as she drives the rest of her cock all the way into my ass. Holding it there. She leans back over me, resting her weight on my back. The feel of her skin and touch, relaxes me. She starts to kiss my neck and play with my ears as she grinds her hips back and forth. Each thrust causing me to moan. One makes me scream out and she stops.

“Don’t make a sound, remember?” she says as she raises back to her knees. “I’ll show you a taste of what happens when you don’t listen.”

She slides out of my ass, then drives her hard rubber cock deep into my ass. It takes the wind out of me, but she draws almost all the way back out and drives her hips as hard as she can, pounding my ass. She stops and asks which did I prefer?

“Whichever makes you happy Miss. Fuck me any way you like. I am yours.”

“I like that, slut.” she says and begins pounding into my ass, harder and harder. The pleasure it was giving me physically and to hear her grunt as she pounds my ass was unmeasurable. My cock started to grow. I could hear her get close to having an orgasm from the pounding she was giving me, which only turned me on more.

“You’re going to make me cum, slut.” she moans, driving into my ass until the orgasm hits causing her to shake with her cock inside me. This motion, brings me over the line and I cum with her.

She removes the restraints and asks me to turn onto my back. Still trying to regain myself, it takes a second for me to notice that she has moved over me and lowers her glistening pussy down to my mouth. “Get cleaning” She says.

Eagerly, I lick her pussy until she is fully satisfied. The taste of her overtakes me, and I will never forget it.

She kisses me deeply and tells me how much she is looking forward to tomorrow, then we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Too be continued…

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I still remember my first time doing it. I had just got back from school and was locked out of the house. “Damnit,” I thought. All I had to do was pee. Actually all I had to do was piss like Niagara. The bus ride home had nearly killed my bladder and I thought it was all coming out every time we hit a bump. So there I was, cross legged and bobbing like an idiot as I checked all the doors. I finally realized I wasn’t getting in, and as a result if I didn’t go now, outside, I could ruin my self internally.

I ran to the side of the house, away from all prying eyes, or so I thought. I unzipped my fly and let go. I must have stood there for 5 minutes, eyes closed the whole time, before I was done. God it felt good. Scratch that. It felt great. When I opened my eyes I noticed the streak of piss on the wall and the subsequent puddle it formed on the ground. I stared at it for a moment. A light yellow, full of bubbles. I had never looked at piss this way before. For the first time I looked at it in an erotic way.

For the rest of the week I pissed outside when I got home. I never got real adventurous though. Just the same spot day after day. By the end of the week it was losing its effect. It wasn’t turning me on like it did the first couple times.

I went inside, got a drink and went to my room. That’s when my parents came home and gave me some real good news. My dad told me that he had won a trip for escort etiler two to Vegas and he and my mom were leaving tomorrow morning. I was excited for them. I knew how much they wanted to take a trip but always got caught up on details on when to go and for how long etc…Then I thought of my new found fetish. With the thought of peeing around the house for the next week in my mind I gave them a big hug and told them I’d help them pack.

They got up early in the morning and I saw them off. I went to the kitchen and immediately grabbed a large glass of water before sitting down at my computer. I opened up the web and looked for information on piss fetishes. I was amazed at how many people were also into it. I watched videos of girls pissing on each other, men pissing into women’s mouths, people pissing in public. I looked up information on how to get the best thrill out of doing it. I was hard as a rock. A few sites gave the same information. When you feel like you have to go. Hold it. Drink More. Keep holding it until you physically can’t any longer. They also said water, coffee, and alcohol were the best things to drink. I raided my dad’s liquor cabinet, made a pot of coffee and got a few glasses of water. I took all the drinks back to my room and started downing them. Within an hour and a half I couldn’t hold it any longer. Now I had to decide where to go.

I chose escort taksim the bathroom. I got into the tub, laid on my back and aimed my cock to my face. I let go a thick stream of piss. It felt great. So warm and wet on my face, it was running down my neck and body. I opened my mouth and tasted it for the first time. I was in heaven. It tasted great. I took a big gulp of it. I gagged a bit on it but each drink went down easier. When I was done I stood up, and instead of rinsing off I rubbed the piss into my skin.

I went back to my room and repeated the process two more times. When the third time came around it was dark outside. I was also drunk from the liquor and wired from the coffee. I had energy. A drunken energy. I was feeling brave. I went downstairs to the back door, completely nude, and completely hard. I peeked out and when I was confident no one was looking I ran to the side of the house. My heart was racing as I let go another stream of piss against the wall. When I opened my eyes the area around me seemed to be brighter than it had when I arrived seconds ago. I blinked and I was in darkness again. I didn’t think anything of it. Must’ve been the alcohol I assumed.

I ran back inside and decided I had enough for the day. I opened a video of a guy pissing into a woman’s mouth and jerked off.

When I awoke the next morning I was laying in a pool of cum, escort pendik and I smelled of dried piss. I took a shower and before rinsing off pissed all over myself again.

I continued playing this way for the next couple days, even missing a day of school so I could drink my own piss. By noon on Monday I was trashed. Having gone through half a bottle of Scotch since 9 am, I was in an ‘I could care less’ kind of mood. I stepped outside completely naked bottle in hand and walked over to the hammock in the shaded corner of our yard. My reasoning was it’s Monday, and everyone is either at work, at school, or asleep if they work nights. No one would catch me. I pissed as I lay, letting it spray where it wanted. Then I fell asleep, or more likely, I passed out.

When I woke up, the sun was starting to set. I sat up and noticed something that wasn’t there when I had fallen asleep. Or was it? I wasn’t sure. The neighbor’s clothes line was full. My mind started to race. Did anyone see me? No I was in the shade. But all they had to do was look over through the fence. I looked around quickly and made a b-line to my back door. Just as I opened it I heard my neighbor. Her name was Katerina, a mid 30’s woman of Eastern European heritage. I almost passed out from nerves. Then she said, “Liam, I know you’ve been going to the bathroom outside for a couple days, if your toilet is broken you are more than welcome to use mine.” I looked up at her just in time to see her wink at me then turn away.

I walked into the house with something more than “Shit I’ve been caught” on my mind. I was now thinking, “what the hell was she talking about?” In the back of my mind a voice was saying… “Find out stupid.”

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This is my first attempt at writing an erotic pantyhose story, so I welcome your feedback. Everything you see here was typed up on an iPhone. I hope to interest enough people that I will continue this overall story – much of it has already been planned out. Thanks for reading!

“Just let me slide your pantyhose down a little bit.”

Lynn arched her back up off of the couch as her boyfriend pressed on top of her, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear. She gasped in response to his tongue against her neck. “No Bobby… Leave my pantyhose alone.”

Lynn had been dating Bobby for a year and he had been pressuring her so much about sex. Lynn had been the temptation of all the boys on high school with her dark hair, beautiful curves, and long legs. Not a day went by that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. With graduation over, and Lynn’s parents and younger sisters away on vacation leaving Lynn to prepare for college, Bobby was taking advantage of the situation to get some alone time with Lynn.

“Come on baby, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Bobby said as he pressed his dick against her pantyhose, kissing her neck and caressing her body with his hands. He grabbed her pantyhosed ass with his hands and pulled her against him. He could feel her wetness seeping through her pantyhose. Oh how he hated the things; he’d rather just rip them to shreds and push his hard dick into her wet cunt. The rumor around school had been she had never been with a guy, and Bobby had seen more of her body than anyone else. He slid his hand under the waistband of her pantyhose and found her pussy with his fingers

Lynn gasped and moaned. “Bobby… No…” she protested but her body moved rhythmically against his fingers, letting him slide against her wetness. “I’m not supposed… Not supposed to… Unnnfff…”

“You’re supposed to wait until marriage?”

“Yes… Ohhh… No… Ah…” Lynn struggled to speak and forced her hands between her and Bobby to grab the hand that was inside the crotch of her pantyhose. “I’m not allowed… To take them off.”

“Okay then,” Bobby whispered as he forced his fingers from the inside of her pantyhose, stretching the nylon fabric until an audible *POP*. Lynn jerked in surprise; Bobby kissed her ear and said, “Relax, I won’t take them off.” *Finally!* Bobby thought to himself as he pushed his hard dick through the hole he had created and pressed right against Lynn’s wetness. Oh how she was so slippery and warm escort taksim and inviting! Lynn gasped and pressed her body against him.

*Could this be it?* Lynn thought to herself. *I still have my pantyhose on so I guess it’s okay…* Lynn bit her lip as she felt Bobby start to press his hardness inside of her. Oh how she had been wanting this for so long! She moaned and wrapped her nylon covered legs around Bobby, rubbing and pressing her pantyhosed feet against the backs of his legs. He felt so large, she wasn’t sure if he would fit.

Bobby was in total ecstasy as he forced his hard cock into her through the opening in her pantyhose. She was so silky, so warm, so wet and welcoming that Bobby thought he might explode before he was even completely inside of her. Of the dozens of girls he had been with he had never felt anything this exciting; never felt anyone this silky and tight. *I have to make her mine!* Bobby thought to himself. He put his arms around Lynn and pulled her against him, slowly impaling her on his hard shaft.

Lynn screamed. *He’s pushing inside of me!* “Oh! It’s so.. . Unnnnffffff!” She pressed her body up against him, helping him to completely enter her until his dick could press no further. Bobby tried to pull back so he could thrust into her again, but he found that Lynn’s pussy was locked so tight around his dick that he couldn’t pull out. He shivered in ecstasy as her cunt pulsated and throbbed around his hard dick. It was like it was sucking on him, pulling him into her. It felt better than any sexual experience he had ever had in his life.

Lynn moaned and thrashed about on the couch, wrapping her arms and pantyhose covered legs around Bobby. Finally her body loosened up enough that he was able to slide out of her a bit, but only for her to pull him back into her with her nylon legs.

Bobby didn’t know how much more he could take as he began thrusting inside of her, determined to pump her full of his cum. He leaned up and pulled her legs up so her knees were up against her chest, getting her feet right in front of his face. He had been able to massage her pantyhose covered feet before, but he had never seen her barefoot. Now was a perfect time while she was in the throes of passion; he began licking her feet from heel to toe, watching her toes curl with each thrust of his dick. Without warning he sank his teeth into the toes of her pantyhose and pulled back, shredding her hose. Lynn shrieked escort şişli and thrust her body against him, pressing her feet up towards his face. Bobby quickly tore open the rest of her pantyhose foot and started to furiously lick and suck on her revealed toes.

“My feet… My feet… Oh, it… Feels so good,” Lynn whimpered. Bobby couldn’t contain himself much longer, thrusting his dick into her harder and faster. He felt himself about to explode but he wanted so desperately to reveal her other foot before he came. Lynn bucked up against him furiously – obviously on the edge of orgasm, pressing one pantyhose covered foot against his face and a bare foot against his chest.

Bobby found himself loving the feel of the silky nylon rubbing against his cheek. Kissing the arch of her pantyhosed foot, he sank his teeth into the nylon and with his hands ripped her foot free, leaving the shredded pantyhose foot dangling from her ankle. Once again Lynn shrieked and bucked hard against him, pressing her feet against his face.

Lynn obviously couldn’t take any more. “I’m going to cum! Oh! Unfffff! Unfffffffff!” She was digging her fingernails into his arms, and it was all Bobby could do to pin her arms down to the couch as he felt himself start to explode.

Bobby kept thrusting harder and faster until finally Lynn felt his dick swell and the cum rushed out of him in a torrent. He was having her! Finally! He had jerked off so many times dreaming of this moment.

Lynn screamed and pressed up against Bobby as an orgasm rocked her body and the sticky warmth flooded her body, wrapping her pantyhose legs around his body and pulling him against her, pulling and milking every last drop of cum put of him and she rubbed her bare feet against the back of his legs.

Bobby felt his whole body pulsating from the shock of the orgasm, and he thought his whole body might explode. This was different than any girl before – along with giving his cum to her, he felt like he was physically taking something from her. Something that made him more powerful.

Their bodies shivered and he collapsed on top of her. They laid there breathing deeply. Bobby started slowly removing the ruins of her tattered pantyhose, kissing her body and reveling in seeing her naked body. Lynn laid there compliantly, watching curiously as the remnants of her pantyhose were removed. Finally she spoke, saying, “You destroyed my pantyhose.”

“Well, now you escort pendik won’t have to wear them anymore.”

“I have more you know. A lot more.”

“I mean now that I’ve seen you without them you don’t have to wear them anymore.”

“My parents would kill me if I didn’t wear them… But I don’t feel the desire for them anymore.”

*Good*, Bobby thought to himself.

It is 2011. Over the past 20 years, the amount of women wearing pantyhose has decreased dramatically. While most people either haven’t really noticed, others write it off as a change in fashion trends. Few people know the truth of the magical power of silken pantyhose and how that power is being slowly ripped away.

Most people don’t know that when pantyhose emerged in the 60’s, it wasn’t for being fashionable, but for the necessity of hiding certain powerful women and keeping their identities a secret. A secret society of women have been working behind the scenes of almost every government and empire in history to keep humanity safe from the evils that would overthrow humanity. Called ‘Hosers’, their power is channeled into part of their clothing. Historically stockings or some type of garment protecting the legs was used. With the invent of pantyhose, these garments enabled women to easier blend in, and also covers their sex to help keep them from being detected by those that seek to overthrow and destroy them. Hosers are sworn to only let their mate see their bare legs and feet, lest they should be taken by a Slicer and converted.

The ‘Slicers’ are a secret group that seek to make all women slaves and want a society in which only certain males are allowed to breed. Historic events involving mass genocide, serial killings, and rape against women have often been started by Slicers. There are different clans of Slicers and most of them frown upon brutal tactics, instead insisting on the conversion of Hosers to their cause.

Not every person is a member of one of the groups; but even those that don’t choose a side may unknowingly be helping one side or the other. More often than not the assistance is given to Slicers to help root out Hosers. With the decline of pantyhose, and more and more women going bare legged and barefoot, the Hosers are losing the Pantyhose War.

Lynn woke up feeling like she had a hangover. She rubbed her legs together under the sheets and was mildly surprised to find her pantyhose were missing, and she was bare legged. Oh well, she had been hot enough before to remove her pantyhose while under the covers. She reached down between her legs with her fingers to feel her free warm sticky? Wet? *What the… Bobby!* she thought to herself. *What have I done? I’ve coupled with him!* she looked around but Bobby was nowhere to be seen.

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It seems to me, and it’s only my view, that older women tend to be more open about sex, and don’t mind being seen, once they get to know you, in their underwear, naked, doing other things, like using the toilet.

Younger ones seem to see it as a more private function.

Maybe because the older a female gets, the less inhibitions they have, and they’ve probably done most things anyway.

For my part, I’ve been a watersports fan all my life, anything involving pee fun with anyone, female or male…no age limit.

I’m a healthy, highly sexed 70 year old…maybe viewed by some as a bit of a pervert, but nothing I’ve ever done has done me any harm, or anybody else…just pure enjoyment.

I recently got involved with a lady in her early 80’s, maybe 81 or 82…named Ruby.

She lives in the same apartment block as me, which is very convenient…she told me that she is obsessed with sexual things, pee, wetting, generally anything to do with piss, in fact anything depraved…but mainly piss.

I don’t know much about her life, she’s never said anything.

I was chatting to her about something once, and gave her a cheeky answer, and that I’d be no good to her as I felt I was a bit too kinky for her.

I remember she smiled, and said kinky is ok.

We chatted further, and she was very open, saying she was up for “anything.”

I pushed it, and said I’d like to watch her on the toilet having a pee.

She smiled again, and said to me, “Anytime.”

A few general details about her, to give you an idea of what she looks like.

Normally, she dresses respectably, and seems to be a typical nicer older lady.

She isn’t that much of a looker, in fact in some respects, she’s ugly. I don’t think she was ever what you’d call glamorous. Grey hair…wrinkled facially…wears dentures…

But I like older ladies with all the “trimmings.”

I eventually saw her naked, and I think she used to have big tits, but now they sag down, but she has quite long nipples. They’ve either been well sucked or she’s played with them herself. I imagine she was a little chubby when she was younger, as her skin is a bit wrinkled, especially around her thighs. Basically she is an older lady.

But getting back to her offer for me to watch her having a pee, had got me really excited. I had to find a convenient time when I could nip round to her apartment for five or ten minutes.

It was a couple of years ago when it all started.

I had to go out for about an hour, and knocked on her door, and told her. She said she’d drink a lot, and be ready when I got back.

I went out with a hard on thinking about it, and couldn’t wait to get back, even if I only had minutes to spare.

Alas, but what you can get into minutes?

I knocked on her door when I got back, and she shouted for me to go on. I entered her bathroom…oh boy!

She was wearing stockings. She stood with her legs either side of the toilet bowl, her knickers stretched between her knees, leaning forward slightly.

She started to pee, and I stood and watched a massive gush of pee splash into the toilet.

Some splashed her inner thighs, and seemed to go in all directions. When she’d finished, she stood upright, and that was the first time I saw her pussy lips hanging down between her thighs, dripping. She didn’t wipe herself, and pulled her knickers up.

I asked why she didn’t wipe herself, and she said she liked having her knickers a bit damp…mmm…interesting.

Over the period of a couple of weeks, when I saw her walking about the complex, we’d have a quick chat. Again, she was very open…asking how big my cock is…would I like to fuck her.

She wasn’t bothered about using naughty words, and said she’d like to be verbally abused as well.

She said she liked to be called names and whispered that I could call her a dirty cunt, or anything else I wanted.

Then she asked me what I liked, and I told her watching her having a piss for a start, which I’d already done. I told her I liked dribbling saliva, and licking a wet pussy, that I liked the taste of pee and I enjoyed seeing her wet her knickers.

This seemed to excite her, and she said she liked all that as well.

“I’ll have to see what I can do for you,” she said.

I knew within a couple of days, I’d be free to go around for an hour or two.

That day arrived.

I finally went to her apartment and she let me in.

“Hello you filthy bitch,” I said.

At my earlier request, she’d left her dentures out, and saliva was seeping from the corners of her mouth. We kissed for the first time, and for me it was really exciting. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, wet and sloppy. It felt like she’d saved some for me. She dribbled for a while, and I eagerly swallowed it.

She’d had a lot of tea, and I could taste it.

“I can’t wait till my mouth is full of your cum,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied.

I couldn’t resist putting my hand up under her skirt, and clasping my hand over the gusset of her knickers as they were quite wet.

“You’ve wet yourself, you dirty etiler escort bayan slut,” I said.

“A little bit,” she said. “Some of it is from about an hour ago.”

“I bet you smell lovely down there,” I said, “All pissy and sticky.”

“Do you like that? ” She asked.

“Oh! Yes, I do.” I replied.

We went to the bathroom, and resumed wet kissing, our tongues in each others mouths. She took my hand, and put it back up her skirt.

“Ooh! Squeeze my cunt.” She said.

I squeezed her over her knickers, feeling the wet material.

Suddenly it became wetter, and as I squeezed, wetter still. She was peeing, and it was running through my fingers, and down her legs, soaking her stockings.

She must have had a lot to drink as her pee seemed to go on for ever. I looked down, and as she didn’t have any slippers on, she was standing with her stocking feet in a wet pool on the bathroom floor.

“Did you like that?” She asked quite openly.

“Too true.” I replied.

“I’d love to lick your cunt.” I said

“You can if you want.” She said, “but my knickers are soaking wet, and I’ve had them on since early this morning.”

“That’s ok.” I said. “I don’t mind the odor of your cunt, even if it tastes of piss.”

She lifted her skirt, dropped her knickers, and bent over. That was the first full view of her intimate places I had, and I studied her there for a couple of minutes.

“Oh! My, what a cunt you’ve got.” I said.

What a view I had in front of me as I knelt down behind her, my first view of it. I’ve seen a few, and I’ve got admit hers was, well, amazing.

Long sagging lips, both must have been four inches long, open, exposing her extremely long vulval valley, pink and glistening.

Then her clitoris, hard, aroused, looking like a penis, maybe three or four inches, sticking upward, held by a ridge of skin underneath, and a fold of skin around the exposed sensitive head.

Her cunt, open, wet and sticky…but then, her urethal opening..wow…a mound, maybe an inch high, soft and moved when touched, with the entrance a good half inch across, a single globule of pee sitting, ready to drop.

I leant forward, and licked it, before closing my lips around her clitoris, sucking it hard, and rubbing my tongue around the head.

She went wild. The head must have been so sensitive, my tongue had an immediate effect.

Her legs trembled as she had an instant orgasm…”Oh! Fuck…fuck…fuck…Oh! Fuck.” She cried.

A spurt of pee came out and went straight into my mouth.

She’d drank quite a lot, and I loved the taste.

I continued sucking her clitoris…it was actually like sucking a guy’s cock. She kept shaking, and pee was coming out and overflowing from my mouth and running down her legs.

As her orgasm subsided, I stuck my tongue into her gaping cunt, and sucked the juices around the entrance.

When I stood up, she turned round, and said, ‘That was fucking brilliant.” Then she kissed me, searching in my mouth, to taste her own vaginal fluids, and pee.

“You like tasting your own piss, and cunt juice…you fucking dirty old slut.” I said.

“M’mmm, yes…Oh! Yes.” She replied.

“I bet you play with yourself.” I said.

“I’d love to watch you playing with yourself.” I hinted.

“I’ve never done it in front of anyone before.” She said, looking surprisingly embarrassed.” Ok! It might be exciting. I’ve done some quite naughty things.”

“That’s Ok!.” I assured her.

“Now?” She asked.

“Go for it.” I told her.

She left the bathroom, and led me to the bedroom, and told me to wait there.

She went to the kitchen, and returned with a cucumber from the vegetable rack. Her face a bit flushed.

Still dressed, she took her knickers off, and lay on the bed, still wearing her skirt and blouse.

There was a rustling noise as she laid down, and I realised there was a mattress protector under the cotton sheet.

“I keep one on, as I have a weak bladder, and you never know.” She said.

She lifted the front of her skirt, and opened her legs, lifting her knees upward and outward, giving me a full view of her crotch.

Closing her eyes, she reached down and began rubbing her clitoris, pulling the skin back to expose the sensitive head. She rubbed and pinched it, at the same time moving the surrounding wrinkled skin back and forth. She was soon having yet another orgasm.

Pee was trickling out onto the back of her skirt underneath her.

As she rubbed, she took the cucumber, and eased it to her sticky cunt. It slid in easily, and within a few seconds it was right up her.

It was maybe a twelve inch cucumber, and she’d pushed it three quarters of the way in, a good 9 inches.

Thrusting it in and out, she continued to “wank” her clitoris, crying out and gasping.

She was an amazing woman and despite having peed quite a lot, as she orgasmed so much, she lost control and pee gushed out all over her legs, down onto the back of her skirt, which was underneath her and the bed.

By now I had pendik escort bayan dropped my trousers and underpants and was wanking myself.

Ready to come, I went up to her head, resting on the pillow.

“You asked for it, you’re going to get it…open your fucking mouth, you filthy fucking slut.” I told her.

She’d not seen my cock yet and she gasped when she saw it, my 7 1/2 ” starting to throb.

I held her head and she took my erection in her mouth as I began to come. I felt her tongue licking at my cock end and she swallowed my semen eagerly.

Even afterwards, as I went soft, she wouldn’t let go and continued sucking, even though I warned her I would piss.

I couldn’t hold out and peed…not a lot yet, but enough to fill her mouth.

She swallowed, as for one last time she thrust the cucumber so hard up inside her, I thought she’d damage herself. She let go and it slid out onto the bed.

“Oh! Fuck, that was sensational and your come and piss, lovely…I’ve not tasted come for years… you’re so naughty.” She whimpered.

“You’re a dirty fucking whore.” I told her.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said.

“I want to fuck you, but at my age I need time to build up more come in my balls.” I said.

I got on the bed and knelt between her open legs, held my cock and finished my piss, spraying it all over her soaking her blouse, legs, cunt…everywhere.

She sat up, resting on her elbows and caught some in her face and mouth.

As I pissed, I continued to abuse her.

“You’re the filthiest slut I’ve ever known…what a dirty smelly old cunt you are, fucking whore, pissing bitch.”

I couldn’t pee any more and she leant forward and sucked the last drips from my cock.

“I’ve enjoyed myself so much.” She said, “I really have…you will come and see me again won’t you? I want you to fuck me.”

“I certainly will.” I said.

She got off the bed and undressed, removing her wet skirt, blouse and bra.

“I need a shower.” She said.

It was my first view of her tits, as they flopped down.

As I mentioned earlier, her nipples were amazing, over an inch long, hard and pink.

She lifted her right tit and held it up, and sucked on the swollen teat…there was my answer to why they were so long, they’d been well sucked by herself.

Before she went to get showered, I spent a few minutes sucking her left nipple.

“When are you coming again?” She asked.

“Tomorrow.” I replied.

“So soon, lovely…Will you fuck me?”

“Eventually.” I replied, winking and smiling.

We kissed for a while…open mouthed of course…her tongue searching my mouth…tasting of my come and piss.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.

“Everything…you fucking piss whore.” I said.

I left her, thinking how lucky I’d been to find such a depraved older lady.

THE NEXT DAY…

I went to her apartment, knowing what would happen, but unsure what to expect…she was to say the least really into peeing, as she said she’d do anything involving piss.

When I went in she was fully dressed, and smiling.

There was a slight aroma that I found quite pleasant…the aroma of pee.

I ventured a sniffing motion and asked what it was.

“I know I washed yesterday, but I know you, so I put on yesterday’s knickers this morning…they were dry, but I’ve not wiped myself all day so they’re a bit damp.” She said.

As she was talking, she kept wriggling her hips.

“What’s up, iyou got an itch?” I asked.

“No. I’m having a little come,” she answered.

She lifted her skirt and pulled her wet knickers down to her knees, opened her legs slightly and put her hand underneath her cunt and out slid the cucumber she’d used the previous day.

It had been too long so she’d cut its twelve inches down to about eight or nine inches, put it in herself and held it in with her knicker gusset.

“I’ve had it up me all day. I’ve had several comes.” She said.

I looked down at her gusset and felt it and sure enough it was not only wet, but also very sticky and slippery with her cunt juices.

She pulled her knickers up and let her skirt drop and I followed her to the kitchen, where she dropped the cucumber in the bin.

“You’re a dirty old slut aren’t you.” I said. “I bet you’re loving having all that sticky come and piss next to your smelly cunt.”

“Yes, it’s lovely.” She replied. “And when you’ve fucked me I’ll put my knickers back on and your come will make them even more sticky.”

“I shall have to give your cunt a good licking first.” I said, smiling, “You filthy bitch.”

“I really enjoyed it when you pissed all over me. Will you do it again, while I’m dressed? l loved having my clothes soaking wet with your piss.” She said. Tea?”

“Yes.” I replied.

We had three large mugs of tea each and when the last one was nearly empty, I took my cock out and topped it up with pee.

“Drink it, you fucking whore.” I told her.

She emptied the mug and then held her half empty mug up under her taksim escort bayan skirt,.

There was a hissing sound as she peed through her knickers into the mug.

She offered it to me and I eagerly drank it.

“Nice.” She said and half filled her now empty mug again, then took my cock and held it over the mug.

I filled it to the brim and we shared the mixture of both our pees, even at one point spitting it in each others mouths during a very passionate, open mouthed kiss.

“I can’t wait much longer.” She said, “take me to the bedroom and fuck me…my cunt’s tingling.

We went to the bedroom and I stripped off.

“How do you want me?” She asked.

“Doggy fashion, better deep penetration that way.” I replied.

She took her blouse off…she wasn’t wearing a bra and got on the bed, ready for a doggy fashion fuck.

I got on the bed and knelt between her parted legs…kneeling, she was just the right height for entry but before I fucked her I wanted to give her a few more orgasms.

I lifted her skirt up and lay it on her back exposing her wrinkley old cunt, her pussy lips hanging down, open showing showing her clitoris, pee hole, and wide open cunt.

I pulled her wet, sticky knickers down to her knees.

I leaned down and while I rubbed her clitoris with my fingers, pulling the skin back, to expose the sensitive head, I took her swollen peehole mound in my mouth.

As I said previously, it was really distended, a good inch high, over an inch across, with an opening at least a half inch across.

As I sucked it between my lips, it moved, soft and I would say, very sensitive.

She let me into a secret later on, that she’d started pushing a finger into it, when she was younger and had put various other objects up there.

Anyway, I was sucking it so hard, several spurts of pee shot into my mouth.

She was orgasming, gasping and her whole crutch was pulsating, pushing out.

“Oh! Fuck me…my cunt’s throbbing, fuck me…fuck me…ram your cock up me…please!” She cried.

As I swallowed yet another mouthful of her piss, I held my cock against her cunt and rammed it in hard and fucked her.

“Oh! Yes…yes…harder…fuck me …hard!” She said.

I laid across her back, reaching around and grabbing her tits, pulling on the hard nipples.

She cried out in ecstasy…”Oh! Ram it up hard…harder…Oh! I’m coming…I’m coming…Oh! Fuck…fuck…I’m coming…oooooh!”

Pee gushed out all over me, as she lost control of her bladder.

I came myself, so much, I thought I’d blew her insides up.

Slowly my softening cock slipped out and I squeezed the last of my semen onto the gusset of her knickers below.

Soon it was oozing from her cunt and I pulled her knickers up.

It was what she wanted, a gusset,sticky with her juices and my come and already damp from her earlier pee.

It was so sticky, when I pulled her knickers up, my semen sat like a pool.

She got off the bed, her legs shaking.

“Oh! What a fuck that was…it’s been a long time!” She said.

She wiggled her thighs together…”Ooooooh! It’s so sticky…lovely.”

“Enjoy.” I said. “Keep those knickers on…don’t take them off.” I said.

Wearing just her skirt, she waddled round the apartment, her sagging tits wobbling from side to side, her amazing nipples still sticking out.

“You dirty fucking old whore.” I said.

We ended up on the edge of the bed, drinking yet more tea.

I sat next to her, while she took hold of my limp cock, seeping a small amount of leftover semen. I lay back on the pee soaked sheet and she leaned down and sucked, licking the sensitive slit, to get as much as possible.

Of course with all that attention I needed to pee, which happened.

There wasn’t much, but she drank it.

I’d shot my lot, so there wouldn’t be any more yet, but my enthusiasm was still there.

However with her mouth and tongue sliding up and down my shaft, I got a half hard cock.

“Is your cunt all wet and sticky you filthy slut?” I asked.

“Oh! Yes, it feels so m’mmm…lovely.” She replied.

I told her to stand up while I removed her skirt and turned her round, her bum facing me.

The gusset of her knickers hung down, weighted with all the come and piss.

I lowered them and she stepped out of them and I handed them to her and made her bend over.

My come had seeped out of her cunt and the tops of her inner thighs were sticky with it. Her pussy lips were also coated with it, white and slippery.

I leaned forward and began to lick her there, up along her vulval valley, then sucked on her lips, enjoying the taste.

While I was doing that, she had raised the sticky knickers to her mouth, and was licking the soiled gusset.

She was enjoying the taste of my come and her own old pee.

After several minutes, both our mouths full, sticky and coated with our intimate fluids, we kissed, our tongues entwined in each others mouths.

The taste of it all and saliva, was fantastic.

“Oh! This is all so amazing.” She whimpered. “And being called names has really excited me. I don’t know why, but I love it. Do it some more, as naughty as you like.”

“Well,” I said. “You’re a fucking whore…I think you’re a dirty slut…a wrinkled old bitch…a piss mad cunt…and to top it all you’re fucking ugly, you wrinkley smelly old cunt. How’s that?”

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Amanda opened the button of her jeans. As she was pulling down her zipper, a voice asked from behind:

“Excuse me, do you have a tissue?”

Surprised, she turned round to see a tall, slim college student standing in the alley behind her.

“Let me see.” she replied and rummaged through her bag. “Here you go.”

“Thanks!” The girl smiled, lifting her not quite knee-long brown designer skirt.

“Actually, do you have one for me, too?” Clarissa inquired on her other side. Her friend had suggested using this alley as their toilet. She was already squatting on the cobbled ground and a golden torrent was spraying from between her legs.

“Where had the other girl suddenly come from?” Amanda wondered silently. Her thoughts still full of the impression left by the stranger’s long legs in their black stockings, she picked another Kleenex from her box and handed it to Clarissa. “What a puddle, already…” she thought to herself as she glanced at her friend. The gushing pee fascinated her as it was shimmering in the twilight.

Just a couple of meters behind her friend, people strolled along the busy pedestrian high street, unaware of what was happening almost under their eyes.

“So you peed in your parent’s greenhouse?” Clarissa picked up their previous topic, still continuing her toilet on the pavement.

“It was about ten years ago, the summer after high school graduation.” Amanda confirmed, her jeans halfway down to her knees.

Watching her older friend uninhibitedly flooding the public space with her pee and at the same time recalling those ancient memories turned her on. Her own desperate need to empty her stretched bladder got lost between those dominant feelings.

“It was because you were grounded?” Clarissa pressed on, looking up at her.

Amanda had her eyes fixed on the dark triangle of pubic hair from which sprang her friend’s golden stream etiler escort as she replied:

“Mom had kicked me out after I’d tried to rush into the bathroom before her. The cold summer morning air drove me to the mild greenhouse.”

“You weren’t used to peeing outdoors, were you?”

Clarissa’s urine was running along the pavement, down the slight slope, a nice little rivulet of yellow liquid. Yet the clatter on the stones diminished as her bladder was emptying fast into the puddle between her legs.

“Pee was all over my legs! It was a real mess…” Amanda remembered.

She concentrated: She needed to get going otherwise Clarissa would be ready to leave before she’d even started. Her jeans and cotton panties around her knees, she bent forward, lifting her ass high up into the air. Her pussy was pointing backward, directed away from Clarissa, more or less towards the wall of one of the buildings framing the alley. Holding her pants with one hand, she used the other hand to spread her inner labia. Looking between her legs to guide her first squirt, she saw the other girl standing behind her. She had lifted her skirt, now pulling down black lace thongs still partially covering her crotch.

“With the dry soil it must have been quite a muddy mixture around your feet… I hope your panties stayed clean?” Clarissa smiled, interrupting her friend’s musings.

A sharp jet of hot piss shot from between Amanda’s lips, arching well aimed to the triangle formed by the wall, a rain pipe, and the ground. She knew this avoided unnecessary backsplash.

“Panties? They were hanging on one of Mom’s tomato plants!” Amanda laughed. “I was straddling her bed of basil, I couldn’t spread my legs far enough with them around my ankles.”

Laughing made Amanda’s hard jet strain from its course and the sound of splattering pee filled the alley.

Clarissa pendik escort chimed in her laughing, observing her friend’s thin but firm stream of urine shooting out behind her to hit the wall at almost a meter’s distance.

Trying to aim her squirting pee, Amanda was still looking through the triangle between her crotch, legs and trousers, moving her hips ever so slightly and opening her slit with her fingers. Behind the haze of the spraying pee she saw a movement: The stranger had stopped dead as Amanda had started to urinate; and now her thongs slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground as she was staring at the woman in front of her.

Unconsciously, Amanda’s hip and fingers followed her line of sight and again the well-aimed gush of golden nectar deviated from its aim. It was now hitting the curved end of the rain pipe where it opened to discharge its floods into the alley. Her piss was splashing everywhere!

“Evidently!” Clarissa still laughed. “I just imagine 18 year-old you standing before the basil bed with your panties around your ankles and pondering your options. Can’t quite get around to believing you didn’t know how to pee outdoors at that age!”

Both ladies laughed even harder. Indeed, it was a strange thought! They had enjoyed peeing in public ever since they met a couple years ago. Clarissa was still rubbing the Kleenex against her pussy, stimulating herself at the show before her eyes. She enjoyed being naughty in public and with Amanda around, they were always having fun. The perplexed look on the stranger’s face, her gaze fixed at Amanda’s private parts, added to her arousal.

“I’d been brooding over the injustice of my parents and the world in general for quite a while before my desperate need to pee came back with an urge.” Amanda continued. “This provoked the wicked idea of punishing my mom for denying me taksim escort my morning pee: I would do it on her beloved plants!”

Slowly, the pressure on her bladder was declining. She’d been pissing hard for about a minute now, and despite her tight urethra even a full bladder wouldn’t last forever. Bending her knees and getting into a more upright position, she made sure her light-golden stream didn’t wet her pants as it weakened.

“So you looked around, dropped your panties, and stepped over the basil?” Clarissa wanted more details.

“At first, I wanted to go on the tomatoes. But I couldn’t quite figure out how to straddle them.” Amanda giggled, pulling a tissue from her bag and wiping her trimmed vulva.

“You’d certainly know how to get around that problem today.” Her friend commented as Amanda threw the used tissue behind her and straightened herself.

Clarissa loved this moment: she was still squatting low on the ground, naked from the waist to knees, looking up at her younger friend. A well-defined triangle of short pubic hair not entirely covering Amanda’s protruding inner labia was on display just a few feet from her face…

Yet it was time to leave. Dropping her tissue right on the spot, soaking wet with pee and vaginal juices as it was, she got up. Her little more than knee-long dress fell from her waist as she released it and she was ready to go: she hadn’t bothered wearing panties today. Meanwhile, her tissue was crumbling in the puddle of pee she had left in the middle of the alley in front of her.

As Amanda bent forward to get dressed, in a naughty inspiration she made sure to fully expose her pussy one last time to the girl still standing behind her.

Fully dressed, the friends left the alley, still discussing Amanda’s greenhouse adventure:

“This has got me so horny! Would you mind telling your story once again from end to end?” Clarissa said.

Before she began, Amanda turned round to have a last glance into the alley: The girl had shaken off her paralysis and was now squatting with her skirt held up and her thong around her knees. From her pink pussy sprang a vivid arch of pee glistening in the sun…

*****

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Hi it’s me again, Diana Thompson. If you read my last piece, you will know that Bob and I spent an exciting day following his return home from a business trip. On the Saturday after a sensual visit to the market, (I can’t believe I wrote those words in one sentence, but that’s how it seemed to me, Read it and make up your own mind), Bob suggested going to a nightclub in town. The thing was, he asked me to wear a virtually see-through, cotton voile dress. One of a number that my Mum made when she was a teenager and had since altered to suit my slim frame.

When it came to it I was nervous about how little I was covered. That said, one of the features of cotton voile is that it depends so much on the lighting conditions as to how much it conceals and/or reveals. I know Bob would like me to just wear the dress with no panties, but I can’t bring myself to do that just yet. The dresses are so short!

I had planned a meal for Saturday night, but that all went out of the window when Bob said we would be eating out. It was not at a posh restaurant but to a crowded chain pub, which like most of its kind was throbbing. There was a live band on and it was great. I think that apart from a few who saw us arrive, nobody took much notice of us. Once I was seated, we weren’t on anyone’s radar at all. I found this comforting and soon began to relax and enjoy the music, atmosphere and the meal, although it was standard pub fare, nothing A’la carte about it.

We spent longer in the pub than I imagined that we would and it was about eleven when we finally decided to move on. Bob had been plying me with drink since we arrived. I soon noticed, but then lost count and ceased to care. We then transferred to a club which I discovered was having a foam party night. We had not been to one since the time we spent a week in Ibiza, Spain. I had been prepared for that by wearing a bikini under my top and skirt. This night I was not only completely unprepared, indeed quite inappropriately dressed for going into the foam, but you know what? I didn’t care!

That said, Bob steered me towards the bar first and we had a couple more drinks. I was soon at the giggly stage, particularly when Bob said, “You know, if you go in, you’ll be doing nothing new, after all your mother did this in 1967.”

“I’m wearing the same too, a thin cotton dress, panties and perfume!” I screeched.

“Plus your high heels,” Bob added, but I want you to keep them on. If they get ruined, I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“You wicked boy!” I laughed. “What about my panties do you want me to keep them on too?”

“Maybe not.” He confessed.

I swilled down my vodka in one gulp. “Well I’m going in! If you want my panties you’ll have to come in after me and get them!”

With that I plunged into the temporary pool and disappeared under the foam. It happened that as I entered the pool , it was time for one of the regular top ups. I was completely smothered under a big column of foam. Already, I felt my dress sticking to my body. I smoothed my hands over my torso and my hips and loved the feeling. The DJ had been encouraging girls to strip down to their underwear and I noticed one who had undone the waist band of her jeans, revealing a pair of pretty ordinary pants. “Hmm.” I thought, “My panties are sexier than yours!” I lifted the hem of my dress to reveal mine. The dress stuck to my hips, letting others see what I was wearing. Several girls only had their bras left on above their waists. My new friend with the undone jeans, had her bra straps down her arms. At that point, as I envied her nice breasts, I crept up behind her, reaching round and cupping them in my hands. Her whole body stiffened with alarm, but when she realised I was female, she relaxed and laughed. She pushed her arse into my belly and wiggled it about.

At that point Bob caught up with me. He hoisted my dress even further, the other girl, we found out her name was Alison, turned when she thought I was being mauled. “It’s all right, he’s my husband!” I told her and she relaxed.

Bob spoke to Alison, “If Diana takes off her panties, are you going to finally lose the jeans?”

Alison looked at me in my totally transparent dress. “Are you going to let him do that to you?”

I laughed and said, “He will decide what I keep on. It’s his bit of fun.” I started to ease her jeans down her thighs, they were already below her crotch. Just then another load of foam landed on our heads.

“Do it now!” Alison told me over the noise of the music. “Before I change my mind!” Two other girls nearby who had been vying with one another about who was going to take off what, saw what I was doing to Alison, and one girl took off her skirt. She was wearing a pair of tight black bikini pants, but her top stayed on as she was braless.

Bob pulled down my panties, waved them over his head a threw them away into the foam. I laughed, I was laughing at most things by now. Bob turned me towards him and I felt a bulge pressing against me. “I will of you will.” I told him and undid his taksim escort fly zip. We couldn’t make it too obvious, so we had to be satisfied with just a little penetration. Alison noticed and stood close to us to shield us to some degree.

“You two are a mad pair of buggers!” She exclaimed.

“You should try it sometime.” I said to her. “Having sex in unusual places adds excitement.”

“What if you get caught?

“We’ll get thrown out, but who cares!” Bob told her, “Give us a hug.”

The three of us hugged, I caressed her backside through her panties. She suddenly kissed me on the cheek, “You’re right I can see the excitement!” I tentatively slid my fingers inside the waistband of her panties, awaiting a reaction.

“Don’t take them off!” She warned. I noticed that she didn’t tell me to stop what I was doing. So I slid my hand right inside her pants. We were still chest deep in foam so nobody could really see what we were doing unless they were very close. Most of those close to us were too busy having their own fun to worry about us.

Can Bob have a feel?” I asked Alison.

“Why not? As long as he doesn’t steal my panties too!” She replied with a giggle.

Almost instantly, Bob’s hand joined mine inside her panties. She laughed and said “He’s not slow to take advantage is he?”

“Would you be?” I asked.

“Probably not.” She admitted.

“Then go ahead.” I invited her.

“Really?”

I nodded. I felt her hand caressing my arse. I had meant that she should feel Bob up, but I wasn’t going to complain. I soon found out that she was touching him up too. I could fell her finger in the crack of my buttocks, So I decided to do the same to her, but I was too late, Bob was there first. I looked at him smiled and nodded. I soon guessed that what he was doing to her, she was replicating on me. Her long fingers were rimming my anus. I began to fear that she was going to thrust a finger into me. However she slid her fingers between my legs further and touched my labia. “He’s fingering me!” She gasped.

“I guessed.” I told her.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not this once.” I replied.

“He’s good!” she breathed.

“I know!” I looked around to see if we had gathered a crowd, but no-one was watching. The two girls were still trying to undress each other, but on getting that far. Another load of foam dumped on us. I told the others, “Cover for me!”

I slid down to my knees and disappeared into the foam. I pulled Bob’s penis into my mouth and slid my hand up Alison’s thigh. She slid her leg round my shoulder, opening them up for both Bob and me. I pulled on the gusset of her panties and drew them down to mid thigh. My fingers joined Bob’s as we tickled, caressed and gently poked her labia, clit and urethra. She showed no sign of wanting us to stop, but I had to. I was finding it hard to get my breath in the foam so I had to come up for air.

“That was lovely.” Alison said. “Can I kiss you?”

“Kiss us both.” I suggested.

So she did. –Deeply. As she kissed Bob, I slid into my earlier position and cupped her breasts, but this time I pushed her bar up and took those firm lovely mammaries directly into my hands. I took a deep breath before I whispered in her ear. “Would you like to come back with us?”

You’d have thought I’d stabbed her she jumped so much. I told Bob “I’ve just asked Alison to come back with us.

“Good idea.” He confirmed.

“Well if you’re both sure…..” She stammered.

“We are!” Bob and I said in unison.

“Well in that case, I’d love to!” Alison confirmed.

Shall we go then?” I asked.

The taxi driver took one look at us and got a big sheet of plastic out of the boot for us to sit on. He was obviously a veteran of the Foam Party Nights at the club. When we got home, we were feeling the cold, so we all stripped off and got into our shower together. I rinsed Alison’s clothes out under the shower, took them downstairs, and put them in the washing machine to spin and tumble dry so they would be ready for her to wear in the morning.

When I got back upstairs, Alison and Bob were towelling each other off. In fact they were quite dry, but I think they were waiting for me. They both started to towel me off and I loved that the two of them were looking after me.

Then we went into the bedroom. As none of us had been involved in a threesome before, there was an awkwardness about us, until Bob said, “Come on girls make my dreams come true!” and threw himself on the bed. Alison waited for me to make a move but soon followed quickly behind me as I began to kiss one of Bob’s feet, licking and sucking his toes, (It was a good job we’d all had a shower!). Allison took the other foot and we worked out way up his legs and inner thighs.

At the crucial point we girls shared his scrotum for moment and each gave a quick kiss to his penis which was already taking an interest in events. However we passed quickly by and moved up over his stomach his sternum and his nipples. He was in şişli escort raptures by now and after nibbling his ears, I let Alison have first go at kissing him properly. Indeed I encouraged her to French kiss him as I fondled her breasts. As they kissed, I busied myself with taking his prick in one hand and her vulva in the other.

This was a new experience for me having the genitalia of both sexes in my hands at the same time. It was a bit like rubbing your belly and patting your head at the same time, a question co-ordination. By now Bob was supporting Alison’s breasts as they hung into his big hand. His other hand was engaged in messing up her hair as he ran his fingers through her short brunette cut, (my long hair is naturally “dirty” blonde). She seemed to like what we were doing to her and did not seem to want to stop kissing my husband and I saw no reason to stop her.

Eventually of course, we changed around, and I took over the kissing of Bob whilst she took his prick into her mouth. She did give him the instruction that he was not to come while she was sucking him. As the moment got near he warned her and she lay her cheek on his thighs, continuing to wank him vigorously. He had obviously accumulated a fair amount of semen in his scrotum taking into account the activities in the foam in the club. Of course, our ministrations on the bed did nothing to reduce the flow when it came. A groan indicated action was imminent.

He must have shot the first stream a foot into the air. Most of it landed on Alison. Or to be more precise, on her hair. Without thinking he did what he would have done to me, he plunged his hands into her cum covered hair and rubbed it well in. She clearly wasn’t used to either having a bloke cum in her hair, even less have it well and truly rubbed in! She half-heartedly tried to jerk away, but then succumbed to having her cum shampoo. Alison laughed when she realised that there was no escape and said “No-one has ever done that to me before!”

“That’s nothing!” I told her, “If it had been me, he would have probably covered my hair in hundreds and thousands cake sprinkles!”

“That would take for ever to get out!” She exclaimed.

“It does.” I acknowledged, “But it is fun and we are into WAM.”

“WAM?” she asked. “What is that?”

“Wet and messy fun.” I told her, “We tip messy things over each other, prior to or while having sex.”

“What sort of messy things?”

“Come down to the kitchen and we’ll show you.”

“I- er I don’t think I’m ready for that.” She said apprehensively.

Bob then spoke having not said anything whilst I was talking to her. “Come and watch, you don’t have to join in unless you want to. Don’t worry, we’ll not make a proper mess of you.” She agreed to accompany us to the kitchen with the proviso that we would not be too nasty to her. I grinned to myself at that remark as it implied she was a little bit interested, but worried that we would coat her in something impossible to get off. All still naked we trooped downstairs.

On arrival, She sat on the kitchen chair, yes the very one to which I had been tied when my Mum walked in to see me covered in Golden Syrup. Bob and I sought out ammunition, of which there is usually plenty in our kitchen!

Battle commenced with Bob emptying a can of beans over my head. I retaliated with a foam pie to his scrotum and an egg on his head. I deliberately smacked that down hard in the hope of getting some of it over Alison. It worked. She shrieked and then laughed as she wiped a bit of egg off her face. The fact that she caught most of it over her breasts was a bonus. I stood in front of her when Bob advance with another foam pie. This one went right up and under my pussy. Guess where the overspray went! That’s right straight over her belly! It was beaut.

I stepped back and fell into her lap. Her natural reaction was to put her arms around my waist to stop me falling off. Bob simply then poured a carton of ready-made custard over both of us. By now it was clear that Alison was actually enjoying herself, so when I stood, turned and took her hand, there was no resistance. She followed me into the middle of the room. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed.

Messy or not, the feeling of our breasts touching was very erotic. She was clearly used to girl on girl activity and joined in enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Bob tipped some tinned rice pudding between our chests, which seemed to turn her on somewhat, Of course neither of us had orgasmed and we were both intending to do so. We lowered ourselves to the floor and adopted a sixty-nine position. I was on top. Alison was much more my height than Celia was so we were both comfortable and busy licking each other out.

Bob in the meantime started pouring UHT milk over my back, most which of course simply ran off, over Alison and on to the floor. He then changed to dry material, like Special K cereal, which promptly stuck to my wet back. A part of a can of treacle then hit the back of my head, ran down the sides of my face pendik escort and into Alison’s pussy. It had been tasting all right before, but with added treacle it was so much better! I felt the thin line of treacle being run down my back bone and into the crack of my bum. I parted my legs even more to allow the treacle to run down into Alison’s mouth. She clamped her lips around my labia and penetrated me with her tongue. I yelped with pleasure at that. (I later found out that Bob emptied the last of the treacle into Alsion’s hair. But I felt no adverse reaction, simply the reciprocal of that, So much so that I came, squirting my juices into her mouth.) I had to do something better for her, so I rolled off her and put my head between her legs. I momentarily looked up to see more custard being poured on her tits. Not now having to hold on to me, she began to massage the mess into her skin.

In the position in which I knelt, my arse was sticking up in the air, an obvious target for something messy to be applied to it. I was not disappointed; the something was oily and cool. Then I felt fingers begin to probe my anus. Bob and I had done anal on the odd occasion before, so it was not a total surprise, when his fingers were replaced by an organ with a purple head on it! He slid into me with remarkable ease and I synchronised his movements in and out of me with my licking and sucking of Alison’s sticky clitoris. I brought her to a shuddering climax which was fortunate, because just at that moment Bob was emptying his balls into my back passage!

We all three collapsed onto the floor and began gently picking up bits of mess in which we lay and wiping over each others bodies. Alison seemed fascinated by the state my long hair was in and kept playing with the matted mess. In the end I climbed aboard her, sitting legs astride her abdomen. This allowed me to lean forward so my hair dangled just in from of her face as she lay on her back. It also allowed me to play with the mess in her hair. Her initial objection to Bob cumming in her hair earlier was now replaced by rolling her head from side to side, in my sticky hands. Things were drawing to a close when Bob appeared standing, with his feet either side of Alison’s shoulders and offered his flaccid penis to my mouth. I knew what he wanted to do and I was a willing partner, but wondered what Alison’s reaction would be to Bob pissing in my mouth.

From her position under both of us she had the best seat in the house to see what was happening. He began to pee and I quickly took the jetting organ into my mouth. I was looking up at him lovingly, so did not see what Alison was doing, well not at first. She was gently cupping his scrotum in her hand, not apparently squeezing, just warming it with the heat from her hand. Not that it needed warming anyway as my mouth was being filled with hot piss! Some of it was leaking from my mouth as the flow was too fast for me to swallow. Bob eased his prick out of my mouth and began to spray my tits and chest with the amber fluid. It was splashing off me on to Alison. With her free hand, (she was still caressing Bob’s balls.) She was running her fingers over her body as the wetness rained down on her. Bob saw what she was doing and moved back a bit to drench her breasts directly. This had her squeezing and pulling at her nipples and gasping, “It’s warm, it’s warm.” She sounded surprised it was clearly another new experience for her. Bob backed off and fell to his knees above her head and emptied his bladder into her hair.

“Well!” She gasped. “You are some couple, you!”

“Can I assume that you’re glad you came back with us?” I asked her.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you.” She replied. She clung to me and we enjoyed a long passionate kiss. Then she pulled a messy naked Bob to her and did the same to him. “Does that answer your question?”

We gathered that the answer was in the affirmative. We all shared a shower, carefully making sure that every bit of the mess was washed away, no matter how intimate the inspection needed, then retired to bed, where we all slept soundly.

I woke up around 7.30am, but it was Sunday, so no need to get up. I noticed Bob was missing so assumed that he was in the kitchen clearing up the mess (He often did this). The covers were half off Alison and me, she was uncovered from the waist up and asleep. I lay my head on her belly, using it as a pillow and gently drew my fingers across her labia. I must have fallen asleep again, because I was woken by a regular, but almost indiscernible movement of the bed. I opened one eye and saw that the cover were only up to Alison’s knees now and she was frigging herself off with a handful of my hair. I slid my hand under her leg and smoothed my fingers over her inner, upper thigh. She froze. “Keep going”, I told her and she resumed her masturbation. Her free hand was twisting itself into another strand of my hair.

“I wish I had long hair.” She gasped clearly getting near to climax. “OooHHH! Oooohhhh! Aaaagh….” Her body juddered and bucked as she stuffed as much of my hair inside herself, where it soaked up her juices. I kissed her belly not wishing to extract my hair before she was ready to relinquish it. Soon she pulled my hair out of her wet hole and wriggled down in the bed, so she could put it in her mouth where she sucked my juices out of it.

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As the guest arrived, Nathan quickly ran to greet them dressed in attire his Master had picked out. A pair of leather briefs with a zipper down the front for easy access. A leather vest opened down the front and bare feet. Beneath the briefs he wore a cock ring and ball separator which kept him erect and noticeable to all who looked at him.

The guest who had just arrived was a Master known as Sir Alan, he was huge, a chubby stomach strained against the leather outfit he wore, at his side his slave Mark was dressed in a skin tight pair of pants with snaps down each side, and no shirt, bare feet.

“Welcome Sir to my Masters home, please come in.” said Nathan as he ushered them to the playroom downstairs. An array of toys hung about the room, whips, chains and a special chair sat in the middle of the room as well as a cross and a gynecologist table complete with stirrups. Master Alan seated himself on the sofa in the corner with his slave kneeling at his feet. Nathan rushed back upstairs to prepare a tray of drinks and snacks. Returning he found his Master talking to Master Alan. Offering the guest his choice of drinks and food he returned to his Master and knelt at his feet.

“Have you ever wondered just how much pain a slave will endure to receive the pleasure of cumin?” asked Master Michael. “Oh yes, many times I have had Mark beg me to punish him in order to receive pleasure. It’s quite amazing what he will do to get the privilege of cumin. What did you have in mind?” replied Master Alan.

“I think we should let our slaves bring each other close to the point of cumin then in order to be granted permission, they will endure whatever we decide to impose upon them. To use them any way taksim escort bayan we feel like it and to show gratitude for our doing so.” said Master Michael with a grin.

Taking Nathan by the hand, Master Michael lead him to the gynecologist table and placed him with his feet in the stirrups. ” Mark, come here and suck Nathan’s cock and balls!” Standing between Nathan’s legs, Mark reached up and lowered the zipper, exposing Nathan’s bound flesh. Looking to Master Michael for approval, he slowly removed the cock ring and ball separator, bringing a sigh of relief from Nathan. Placing his hands on Nathan’s inner thighs he lowered his mouth to Nathan’s balls and softly sucked. Nathan gripped the sides of the bed as he languished in the pleasure Mark’s hot wet mouth was imposing on him. Leaving Nathan’s balls, he worked his way to his cock and swiftly sucked it deep into his throat as he sucked and let his tongue roam over the shaft, pulling free and using his tongue to tease Nathan’s cock head. His fingers reaching up to toy with Nathan’s nipples, pinching and pulling, twisting them on occasion. Nathan was so close, his eyes closed, his hips lifting to meet the lips that encircled his cock.

“Enough Mark, remove your pants, now climb on top on the table and place your legs over Nathan’s head, lower your balls to his mouth.” ordered Master Michael.

The heavy dangling balls slowly drifted downward to meet the open lips of Nathan, sucking like a starved animal, Nathan engulfed them entirely. Mark’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as Nathan reached up and begin to stroke Mark’s aching cock as well. The sucking of his balls and the pulling on is cock so, şişli escort bayan had Mark moaning wildly. His need to cum growing with no boundary.

“Stop! Do you slave’s desire to shoot a hot load of cum into each others tight ass holes, to fuck in and out and feel your balls smacking against each other?” asked Master Alan.

“Oh yes Master, please allow us permission to cum in such a manner? they said almost in unison.

“You will beg us to use you for our pleasure first, to punish you before you receive pleasure in anyway we see fit.” demanded Master Alan.

“Please Sir’s, what ever you desire to do with us to bring pleasure to yourself and for us to receive the reward of cumin is what we desire as well. Please use us,” said Nathan.

“He is correct Sir’s, your pleasure comes first. I also wish you to use us to find pleasure for yourselves. To grant us permission to receive the gift of cumin afterwards,” replied Mark.

“In the middle of the floor slaves, ass to ass on all fours!” ordered Master Alan. Once the slaves were in position, Master Alan took a rope and begin to wind both slaves balls with a piece of cord, leaving them four inches between the rope. Master Alan slowly begin to shower Marks chest with the flogger causing him to jerk and in return to tug harshly at the ropes on his and Nathan’s balls. The swats continued their way down, smacking the inner thighs of both slaves and occasionally landing against their bound balls, screams echoed through out the room.

Releasing the slaves, they were taken to the chair, Nathan was seated first. It was a bit uncomfortable as the seat had a ring cut out in it. He was strapped in and pendik escort bayan Alan was placed between his legs. “Suck his limp cock and get him nice and hard slave. He is going to bury that huge piece of meat inside that tight hole of yours!” announced Master Alan. The words of Master Alan alone seem to excite Nathan, soon his cock had a raging hard on. Placing Mark facing Nathan with his legs wrapped around Nathan’s waist he slowly lowered his unlubricated ass hole onto Nathan’s hard cock. Inch after inch of Nathan’s cock entered Mark, making him whimper as it stretched his rectum to its limit.

Cuffing Marks hands behind his back caused him to have little control of his stability. Master Michael attached the end of a pair of nipple clips to Nathan’s right nipple and Marks left nipple, then using another pair he did the same with the remaining nipples, now if either of them moved it tugged on both their nipples. Using some hot ointment, Master Michael spread it over the head of Marks cock and then just inside Nathan’s ass hole. Shortly both slaves begin to squirm, jerking the nipple clips and bringing groans as the pain in their nipples combined with the heat of their cock and ass hole. Slipping beneath the chairs bottom, Master Alan begin to slowly insert a butt plug into Nathan’s gaping hole. Once it was in place, the lights were turned out and the slaves were left to simmer in their bondage and pain.

Upon their return, both slaves were in tears, their nipples had changed colors and both were aching from the invasion of their ass holes. Releasing them, they were taken to an upstairs bedroom where they were given a sponge bath and held by their Masters. “You slaves did well and deserve the night to please each other with no interruptions,” said Master Michael as he slowly kissed their foreheads. Master Alan circled both with his arms and gave them a huge hug. Slipping out of the room, the slaves were left alone to enjoy each other for the remainder of the night, they had earned the right with no doubt.

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Consequences

Victor asked sheepishly, “So about that idea of consummating our marriage tonight…I guess-“

Linda scowled, crossed her hands, and asked him, “Well let’s see…what do you think? Have you earned it?” She answered her own question with an emphatic “No, there will be no release for you. You are staying in prison Victor!”

While the couple argued, Brad had changed into shorts and muscle shirt and was heading out to the gym to work out. Linda could not help herself but to stop him and give him a long passionate kiss. He cupped her ass from behind while fondling her breasts. Victor stared at the incredible scene unfolding in front of him. Finally she relented and let him go. “Brad, before you go, would you be a darling and get the cane and the paddle for me?” She continued to stare at Victor sternly as she said it.

“Sure of course. Tell me where they are, sweetheart?”

“In my bag, side pocket,” she replied matter of fact, tapping her foot while continuing to stare at her husband. Victor focused away from her stern gaze. Soon he saw her muscular lover return from the bedroom.

He handed the instruments to her, turned to Victor and quipped, “Too bad it had to come to this, buddy. You should have known better.” Victor acknowledged his fault.

After Brad left, Linda proceeded to tie her hapless husband down to his bed and again spank his bottom very hard. She did it with a firm attitude, delivering taksim escort bayan a punishment clearly intended for reforming. Victor suffered several rounds of intense paddlings, given out in doses of 10 on the same side. He was remorseful from the onset, and increasingly regretful as the punishment progressed. At one point he begged Linda to stop, pleading that he had learned his lesson. “Need a break, husband?” She paused to stroke his enflamed bottom for a few moments. She then took up the much feared cane, swished it around in the air, and traced the tip of the cane down Victor’s back to his buttocks. Then she repositioned herself at his side and continued to whip his poor bottom with the cane. She gave him another twenty swats on each side, the first 10 moderately firmly, the next 5 fairly hard, and the last 5 with full force. The paddling had left his entire buttocks generally sore, but the cane created a painfully embarrassing criss-cross of welts on his bottom. It left him in a regretful state of tenderness after having just recovered a day ago.

She untied him and watched as he stood up from the bed. She handed him a pink and black mini-skirt with matching lace panties, teasing him, “You couldn’t take it like a man, could you? You had to beg me to stop, so this is what you get to wear now.” Victor put the skirt and panties on as told, simply relieved that the punishment was over. She pointed to şişli escort bayan the corner, “Stand there, think about what you did.” Victor scurried off obediently into the corner.

“Pull the panties half way down, and hold your skirt up so I can see.” Victor reflected on his poor choice that morning. He dropped his lacy panties down to his thighs and then reached his hand behind his back to lift up his silky skirt. He dared not to touch his super-heated buttocks, knowing that soothing them would be strictly forbidden. Instead he considered how much he had deserved the punishment, and how generous his wife had been to come so close to finally letting him make love to her. He knew that she meant it, and promised himself to double up on his willpower to behave better.

Soon Brad came back from his work-out. Victor fidgeted a little bit, not wanting anyone to see him in this state. It was hopeless though. He heard their voices coming closer into the bedroom. They stood right behind Victor, viewing him in his exposed state. Brad commented excitedly, “Oh man, Victor! It looks like your ass got quite the punishment! Wow! When Linda means business, she doesn’t hold back, huh?”

Linda explained to him, “Yes…I had to punish him pretty hard. He had it coming. Didn’t you Victor? Turn around and face me when answering to your mistress.”

Victor turned to face them. “Yes, Mistress, I did have it coming. pendik escort bayan Thank you for punishing me.”

Victor’s gaze was focused down to avoid further humiliation. Linda prodded him, “Victor, what else does your punishment entail?” Victor wasn’t sure what exactly to say. “Look at me, Victor.” She raised the front side of his skirt and showed Brad how he was imprisoned again. Victor turned red in embarrassment as he replied to his wife, “Another part of my punishment is to continue to be confined without possibility of sexual relief.”

Brad replied firmly, “Well, I guess any guy that gets his ass whipped by his wife and has to dress in lingerie should have his cock locked up! Don’t you agree?”

Linda smiled mischievously. Victor replied, “Yes, Sir, that is correct.”

Linda sidled up next to Victor. She pulled his panties up and ran her fingers up and down his chest. “So, husband, since you’re going to be recovering from a sore bottom in your panties and skirt, how should I relieve my sexual itch?”

Victor cleared his throat and offered up, “Brad, Sir, since I am in no condition to be worthy of giving my own wife the kind of sexual satisfaction she deserves, I would be most appreciative if you would be so kind as to provide her what she needs.”

Brad countered, “I couldn’t agree more! That’s mighty generous of you. What would you suggest I do with your wife?”

“Anything that the two of you would like, Sir.” Victor relinquished any hope of sexual relief with his wife at point, acknowledging that he had failed to perform honorably. He was mentally prepared for the continued chastity prison sentence, he embraced the stinging in his buttocks as a deserved punishment, and he looked forward to serving his wife better.

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