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Growing up near a plantation, I was used to seeing futanari slaves toil away under the blazing sun. Their dark, muscular physique was drenched in sweat, their massive cocks and tits swaying as they moved. They didn’t wear clothes, as the slavers didn’t regard them as people.

“Animals, the lot of ’em,” my father said after a long day of cracking the whip. “Lazy savages who only know how to screw like dogs. Why, if they weren’t in chains, they’d be raping our women and burning down our cities like those damn pirates.”

When I was young, I took his words as doctrine, but as I grew older and watched the slaves being worked to death, I felt doubts. I wondered what it’d be like if our roles were swapped, and it was their whips that cracked on my back, and it was their feet that I had to kiss, and it was their hands that I had to eat out of, and as I imagined them standing over me with their fat, throbbing cock inches from my lips, I felt lightheaded and there was a swelling under my pants.

That night, I wet the bed. The next day, I woke up a man. A man with a conviction. One that would defile my father’s church and split on the grave of my ancestors. I was conflicted — afraid for my immortal soul.

I tracked along the edge of the plantation. Tall sugar canes on one side, and the vast ocean blue on the other. I swung a stick around, pretending I was fighting a pirate — or perhaps I was the pirate, a notorious outlaw who was a country unto himself. I wasn’t sure. My stick cracked the air, and I heard a scream from the tall brush.

It was a young futanari, no older than I. She cowered at the sound of my stick. Her lean, dark body was shaking like a newborn chick. I saw her around the plantation before. Her skin was blacker than most, and her wavy hair cut short at her neck. She almost looked like a boy, so I handed her the stick and continued walking along the beach. She looked at me with wide eyes before returning to her tasks.

That night, I dreamt of her pretty face and the fear that reflected in her eyes, and by morning, all doubt was gone.

***

I stood on the deck of a ship. The salty wind on my face, and the sun boiling my sweat. I stood in a naval uniform among other officers under the king’s banner.

The lookout spotted a flagless schooner in the distance, so I paced to report to the captain.

“Pirates. Dirty, godless, pirates,” Captain Osborn sneered. He was a stern gray haired man who reminded me of my father. “Tell the men to man the cannons. We won’t be taking prisoners.”

“Yes, sir.” I saluted and relayed his orders, “All hands to battle stations!”

The sailors rushed to their posts, opening the gun ports and loading the round cast irons into the cylinder. I gripped the hilt of my sword as our ship approached the enemy. The pirates noticed us and raised their black flag as a warning.

“Huh, who do they think they are to threaten his majesty’s navy? Shoot when we’re in range,” Osborn said.

“Hold it steady, men. Maintain routh till we’re at eight hundred yards,” I said.

Our ship sailed through steady waters with the wind in our back. I began my countdown. “Eighteen hundred… fifteen hundred… twelve hundred… one thousand… eight hundred.”

“Shoot the cannons. Kill all pirates!” Osborn said.

The gunners lit the fuse, and explosions erupted like thunder. The shooting gallery exploded and our ship shook from the impact.

“We’re hit! Damage to the port beam,” one officer said.

“Captain, we lost our left broadside!” muğla escort another man said.

White smoke and screams filled the air, and the sailors ran around in panic.

“Order! Maintain order,” Osborn said. “How did they hit us? No, turn this ship around and hit them with the other side.”

“We’re too shaky, Captain. She’ll capsize,” the helmsman said.

“Captain, the pirates are approaching. They plan to board us,” a sailor said. “Captain, the pirates… they’re futanari. They’re all futanari. It’s the Black Howl, sir!”

“The Black Howl…” Osborn whispered with an ashen face, “…The slaver hunters.”

“What should we do, Captain?” I asked.

Osborn was speechless. His eyes widened with fear.

“Captain!”

“P-prepare your weapons. Protect this ship with your lives!” Osborn unsheathed his sword with shaking hands.

“Return to your cabin, sir. You’re too important to risk your life up here,” I said.

“Y-yes, well spoken, man. Escort me to my quarters. Don’t let those vile animals lay a finger on me!”

Osborn ordered two other officers to accompany him, and together we entered the captain’s cabin. I barred the door, locking the four of us in the room, as sounds of swords fighting and screaming leaked through the wooden boards.

“How has it come to this? How were those blasted sea-dogs able to destroy half our ship with their floating hunk of junk?” Osborn cursed and paced behind his desk.

“I have something to report, Captain.” An officer stepped up. “We weren’t attacked. It was our cannons that exploded, sir!”

“What? How did — Sabotage! Someone on this ship is a traitor!” Osborn slammed his fist on the table.

“But, sir, we have an entire crew of men. Why would anyone betray us, and why?” I asked.

Osborn’s irises swam around before he arrived at an answer. “The charts! The pirates are after my sea charts.”

He unlocked his cabinet and took out several documents.

“That ship, the Black Howl, belongs to Edwin Foxe, the slaver hunter,” Osborn said. “That dog leads a band of futanari to attack slave ships and plantations throughout the region. Bah, trying to steal cheap labor for himself, no doubt.”

“And these documents are…”

“They’re the new routes and schedules for all cargo ships under our banner. This is what the pirates are after.”

“Exactly.” I smiled.

I decked one guard in the face, sending him crashing to the floorboard, then I crashed swords with the other. My sword was quick, but the man was no slouch himself.

“You? You’re the traitor!” Osborn leapt back and awkwardly put up his sword.

“Come now, Captain. How could I betray something I wasn’t a part of, to begin with?”

The officer slashed my sleeve, revealing tattoos on my bronze skin. I exchanged swings with the man. Our blade was a dance of spark and clashes. I laughed as I fought, feeling a rush of excitement like I was a boy, playing with sticks. The man rushed forward, and I jumped on the table. I slammed his sword down with my boot, before kicking him in the chin. The officer tumbled back, and I gave him another kick for good measure.

With both guards down, it was just me and Osborn.

“Traitor! D-don’t come near me. How… How could you sell out your people to those dirty animals? Those fiendish upfront against God!”

“God loves all his creations, Caption Osborn. Especially when he gave them such lovely cocks. Have you tried tasting one, Capitan? Oh, such ordu escort delights!”

“Heretic! Pervert! D-don’t come near me, dog!”

He swung his sword at me, but I easily disarmed him. Osborn cried and clenched his wrist.

“Ah, ah, ahh, not a dog, but a fox.” I took off my hat and gave him a playful bow. “Captain Edwin Foxe, at your service.”

Blood faded from the man’s face as I dragged him out to the chaotic deck. All around us, powerful women in colorful clothes were slashing away at the kingsmen with their rippling arms. Up on the mainmast, a dark-skinned woman with a lean athletic body was fighting while swinging on the ropes and wooden beams. She wore a loose-sleeved shirt with a red cloth tied around her waist and a red scarf tying up her short wavy hair.

I grabbed the wailing Osborn by the hair and commanded the sailors to throw down their arms. Soon, my crewmates rounded up the men and my first officer swung down and leapt into my arms. I felt her athletic body and kissed her lips, which tasted like salt and pickles.

“Did you get it, Captain?” Averil asked. There wasn’t a hint of doubt in her bright brown eyes.

“You know it.” I smiled.

My ragtag band of futanari cheered as I showed them our loot. Their voices were music to my ears, and their bodies glistening under the sun were a sight I had missed dearly.

“Captain Foxe, what should we do with the soldier?” asked a futanari, who was the tallest one of the bunch. She had honey colored skin with wide shoulders and large breasts laid bare to see.

“Hmm, what should we do?” I said playfully. “On one hand, we could capture them as hostages and sell them for a king’s ransom, or… we could have them walk the plank!”

My girls cheered, and the sailors were shaking with fright.

“But Captain, it’d be a waste if we just murder them,” Averil said. “Especially since we have a crew of pent up futanari! Isn’t that right, ladies?”

“Yes!” they screamed in unison.

At this point, several sailors fainted or pissed themselves.

“Girls, girls, behave yourselves. You’re making me jealous,” I said.

Immediately, the girls ran up to me and started hugging me with their large arms and kissing me with their soft lips. They whispered words of love and said how much they missed me. I was squished between mountains of soft boobs and sweaty muscles, and I couldn’t be happier.

In the end, we loot the navy ship for all its worth before sinking it, leaving the sailors to their fates.

“Welcome aboard, Captain. Things have been dull without you around.” Averil said as I stepped foot on the Black Howl.

“It’s good to be home, beautiful. Tell me, what have you girls been up to in the past six months?”

“Oh, nothing much. Looting, shooting, killing — the usual stuff.”

“Any romantic encounters on the high seas? Be honest, I won’t be jealous.”

“Never!” all twelve of my crew said in unison.

The tall shirtless girl, Thea, hugged my back and placed my head between her boobs. “You’re cruel to think we’d ever cheat on you, lover. There isn’t a man on earth who’s such a good little cock-slut like you.”

Thea’s cock hardened and poked up to meet my ass. I kissed her slick, muscular arms and inhaled her musky scent. My lovers weren’t the only ones who were starving for love.

“Let me guess, you got first dibs,” I said.

“She and I got first dibs, Captain,” Averil smiled. “We looted, shot, killed the most to get this osmaniye escort honor.”

“Why fight when you’re all my lovely wives?”

“You’ve got a bit too many wives, sultan,” Averil said.

We entered the cabin, which had one large mattress for all of us to sleep together. The girls tore my disguise apart and kissed every part of my body. Their coarse hands and elastic muscles were something they all shared. Their skin tones range from black to bronze to sun kissed tan. Many of them had scars on their body, but it only added to their rugged beauties.

I felt up Thea’s massive tits, sucking her large nipples like a baby. Averil took my head and pressed me against her defined abdomen. I licked the mountain and valleys and drank up her sweat like a thirsty mutt. The other girls hung back as I tasted Averil and Thea all over. Their eyes were like wolves looking at flesh meat.

I moved down to suck Averil’s eight-inch cock, running my tongue along her shaft, feeling her veins pulsating beneath soft skin. The salty tang and intense smell were something I could never get enough of. My hands explored her heavy balls and slick pussy.

Thea moved behind me and sucked my cock. Her lips played with my dick like a toy, then she moved to taste my anus. Her hot tongue lubed up my anus, eagerly rotating around the tight walls. When it was wet enough, she thrusted her ten-inch cock into my ass, and moved her hips with all her strength. Averil also moved her hip to face-fuck me. Her dick tore down my throat and filled my lungs with her scent.

Averil and Thea fucked both ends of my body, contorting my holes to fit the shape of their dicks. Then, with a final push, they unloaded their hot cum into me.

I swallowed up the delicious milk as the girls laid panting on the mattress.

“Finish already, girls?”

“S-sorry caption… huh… it’s been so long… I… forgot how good your mouth pussy feels,” Averil said, through heavy breathing.

“S-same here,” Thea said before closing her eyes.

I scratched my stubbled chin and looked at my ten other wives.

“Well, is anybody else up to the challenge?”

That afternoon I rinsed their balls dry and laid among their sweaty, muscular bodies. And as I laid there covered in cum, my mind recalled the dream I had long ago.

“Averil.”

“Yes, Captain?”

“Are you happy here? — on this ship with me?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“What about your homeland? I could take you back, build you a manor and — “

Averil put her finger against my lips. Orange candle lights shone on her dark face and bright eyes.

“Edwin, my place is here, in your arms. Please don’t tell me to go anywhere else.”

I smiled and caressed her cheeks. “I was going to say we can build a place for all of us to live in.”

“And leave all the other futa behind?” Averil raised her brow. “That’s not your style, is it, Caption Foxe, the slaver hunter?”

“I’d rather be remembered as Edwin, the cocksucker.”

Averil laughed. “That’s the thing about legends, Captain. None of us get to decide what we’re remembered for.”

“Alright then.” I pushed myself up and looked at the lying, naked bodies. “If you agree with what Averil said, say ay!”

“Ay!” they said in unison.

I grinned and put on my captain’s hat. “Then what are ya waiting for, ya landlubbing, scallywag! Get off yar lazy bums and get back to yar posts. It’s time we get this lady sailing!”

“Ay aye, Captain!”

The futanari jumped up and put on their clothes. Excitement showed on their faces. I stepped under the blazing sun and felt the wind on my face. The sounds of crashing waves and my crew singing and laughing made my heart soared.

“We’re we heading to, Captain?” Averil asked.

“We’re ever there’s booty to be had, and fat, throbbing cocks to whip my face!”

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On the way to the hotel, my girlfriend texted me the room number and I got my key at the front desk, room 220, a room we stayed in previously. I looked about, still was all the same generic kingsized bed and nice walk-in shower.

She was ahead of me and in the pool. Her bags were stowed, and munchies were in the fridge. Having gotten changed, her clothing was casually set on the bed. Reaching out, I touched her bra and panties. Cool to the touch at the top of the stack, a soft satin outfit in periwinkle.

I stripped and showered, getting the grime of air travel off me and feeling much better. Water running over my big body felt so refreshing. Even let some of the jets work my back and my barrel chest. My large curvy body needed the scrub down before going into the pool.

After drying off, I looked for the suit Joy got me. It was there on the nightstand in a plain bag. Ripping open the package, out fell my new purple two-piece bikini. To say it was purple is an understatement, it was a metallic purple with a lot of shine. Not that there was a lot to it, it was skimpy with black strings in excess.

Putting on the top, the cups slid side to side on the chest strap and it took me a few tries to get the halter straps to fit just right. Each cup was made a little narrow. I had not much in cleavage, just my pecks but each cup was taller than minimally required. Looking in the mirror, I was astonished at how I looked. Cupping on my pecks was perfect. Not too wide but enough fabric to help draw your focus.

‘My boobs are down her,’ I thought.

Now came the bikini bottoms, shiny and flimsy. It seemed to be pre-tied nicely, with only one adjustment. The cut of the bikini was higher than most. I have seen some that ride low but this one seemed to be a high European cut. It was not particularly wide, like the top. The coverage seemed to be narrow but not overly, barely modest. Seemingly to cover less but draw even more attention as it cupped my package nicely.

In the mirror, I could see my cock and balls covered, held in place as a lovely package in the bikini bottoms. Purple fabric exploded upwards to nearly my belly button, and metallic purple gleamed above and below the black strings. My swelling cock outlined admirably.

Turning, the same could be said about my ass. I could not adjust much coverage on my butt, it was very cheeky. Seemingly to cover less but draw even more attention like the top. Cheeky, purple, and more cheek.

“Wow.”

Suddenly, this all came to be very real. Joy wanted me to go to the pool and swim in this, my first bikini. She was waiting for me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was going to do this, right?

I grabbed my exercise shorts and a tee along with the room key. Wait, I did not need a room key, she would let me back in, right? So I put it back with my clothing.

I was covered but I could feel the bikini on me, a strange but delightful feeling of strings and fabric like nothing I wore before. Not too unlike my fantasies.

Stepping into the hallway, the door clicked. Fear stabbed me in the heart. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to have quadrupled. Was I committed now? Who would be by the pool? How many? Would I get into trouble for doing this? Should I even be doing this?

Crap, the door is already locked.

Walking barefoot with a secret under my clothing, my hand shook a little pressing the elevator buttons to the pool level.

Entering the pool, I looked around. It was not a large indoor pool but there was a glass wall that the water went under and there was more to the pool outside. Maybe equal in size to the indoor area.

There was a couple in the pool talking and some people outside basking in the sun. Portland is not known for many sunny summer days. Those days seem to draw more people outdoors.

Joy was lounging in a reclining seat at the far end of the pool. She put down her book and picked up her cell phone as I walked in. She did not look directly at me but I could feel her eyes on me, being covert, she watched kütahya escort me.

As I neared her, she simply pointed to a recliner a few away from hers. It had towels and a fruity beverage already waiting for me. Her cell phone followed me as I moved paster her. She must be recording, marking this moment in time.

Glances around, I could see no one was watching me. So no time like the present, I pulled off my shorts.

“Gasp!” I heard behind me from Joy.

My face became supper flush, those darn butterflies few around earnest.

Quickly, I took off my shirt, adding it on top of my discarded shorts.

I grabbed the drink and swallowed half the drink in one pull. Then all of it without a second thought. Putting it back down and went to the pool edge, slipping into the water. Drifting to the bottom, submerged. Shocked I had done it. I was dressed in a bikini, in a public pool.

Crap, I am going to have to get out at some point.

I might also need to breathe at some point too.

Surfacing, I drew a breath. Joy was at the end of the pool, cell phone in hand. She flicked her fingers, telling me to swim away.

So, taking a breath, I swam to the glass wall and back, giving the other couple a wide berth. As I passed the other couple in the pool, I was sure they were watching me so I tried not to look at them. My fears playing havoc on my belly. Maybe they would not notice or did not notice when I got into the pool. Returning to the end with Joy, I pulled up to the pool edge.

I lifted myself enough to get the top out of the water and said, “Hi,” to Joy.

She looked up from the cellphone, smiled, and said “Hey you,” back to me. Pressing something, she tossed the cellphone under a towel. Then she took off her sweatpants and top, revealing a stunning one-piece swimsuit in her favorite green color. It had slits and patterns in all the right places.

Joining me in the pool, she gave me a long hug and a passionate kiss while we sank beneath the surface. We did not go very deep, the pool was only 5 feet deep. Kissing underwater is great except at some point, someone needs to surface for air.

“Well?”

“I love it, Joy. You got the perfect colors. Metallic purple and black highlights. Mhmmm.” I replied.

She stood back and looked me over. Touching and adjusting the bikini top. Same for the bottoms, paying attention to adjustment on my now cock. Running her fingers around my bulging hard cock.

“Someone is less nervous now. Stand up straight. Mhmmm, I can tell you like being dressed as a slut, you pervert.”

My face went flush with her words. Moving back, she was looking me over. Even dipping her head under the pool to check me out.

Some times we floated, others we swam around, and even some times just laid back and floated. I often found I was becoming less concerned about the suit and just enjoyed the company. When floating my top would be exposed and I am sure the other couple might notice.

Embracing Joy while kissing her, she interrupted saying the other two are coming over as she stopped fondling my cock.

Turns out it was only the gal, a lanky brunette. She could have been a swimmer in her posse and plain black one-piece.

Going up to Joy, she said, “Hello, I’m Samantha. If you want, you can call me Sam.”

“Oh, hi, I’m Joy. This is my boyfriend Gage.”

“I noticed that his suit is rather unconventional,” Sam said to Joy directly without so much of a glance at me. Feelings of uncertainty raged in my stomach. I sunk further into the water, unsure of where this is going.

“True but he is fully covered and not exposed. We can leave if this is a problem.”

“Oh, I think you misinterpreted my bluntness. I enjoy the view and would like to inspect your ‘friend’ if that is okay with you. I am curious,” Sam said back to Joy.

“By all means, he loves to be looked at, don’t you dear?” I swear my face got hot and flush. “You can speak to him directly if you want.”

“Unsure malatya escort of your dynamic, I just went to the one in charge first. I find submissives love to be talked about in front of them, as you said, ‘Slut’ to him. Or is it her?”

Now it was Joy’s turn to be embarrassed from being overheard in one of her comments to me.

“He is, I guess, my sub, at times. He is a ‘he’, right Gage?”

All I could do was nod.

“Is that how you reply to Joy, Slut?” Sam said without batting an eye or even looking at me.

“Um, yes mistress. Mistresses. Yes, I’m a he. Um, and I am Joy’s, um, slut.” I stammered out.

“Inspect a way, Mistress Samatha.” Joy said with a laugh and a twinkle in her eye. She watched me with intensity, enjoying my discomfort.

Sam turned to me and had me stand before her with my arms slightly raised and standing upright. Tracing a finger or two along the fabric of the bikini, she inspected me like a piece of meat. Dipping her head underwater, she even touched my hard cock tenting the bikini. My eye flew open and I looked at Joy. She just laughed at my predicament.

“Nice suit. Not the conventional skimpy mini bikini. Tall but narrow triangles up top and likewise below. Just wide enough from side to side coverage but going higher than the more conventional suits.”

“I had a friend make it for the slut. I was thinking it would show off more and be more obvious the bikini was there without any added modesty. I wanted to flaunt the bikini but have just enough coverage. Well, that was the plan I was going for.”

“Yes, it does that well. I like his reactions as well. This slut likes the attention, I think. Maybe my boy needs a bikini too.

“Fred, get out of the pool and come join us. Now.”

I could just barely hear the ‘Yes, mistress’ before he moved to the steps.

This man was 5 foot 8, tops. He also had a swimmer’s body as well, putting my pudgy belly to shame. He was wearing the most micro-speedo I had ever seen. The fabric just cupped the cock and balls leaving nothing to the imagination. No extra material in any location.

“Get me my water too.” Sam barked.

It became obvious he was well waxed and had even less rearward coverage as he retrieved the water bottle.

Joy said with a blush, “Cheeky.” She was enjoying the show.

“We have been told to leave places. Seems his suit is not modist as some would want.”

“Wow.” both Joy and I said together. Sam was very direct.

We exchanged contact info and they left, for a party or something.

Following suit, we got out shortly afterward. Quickly I dried and got my shorts on as the door to the pool opened up. In came a pack of college girls, 6 of them. All of the girls ranged in sizes, shapes, and colors along with various swimwear.

“Slut, can you towel my back?” Joy said to me knowing I wanted to get dressed asap, before being discovered. That was not going to happen now.

They all looked at us, well me. I was looking at them with my shirt in my hand and exposed bikini top.

Looking at me, Joy said, “Put that down and towel me off, now.”

Embarrassed, I dropped the shirt and grabbed my towel.

As I toweled off Joy, the girls were talking with extra giggling. I was sure, laughing at me and my predicament.

“Thanks, slut. You can dress now.”

This was a new side of Joy. Must have been from the encounter with Samatha and Fred.

Once in the hotel room, Joy told me to strip but leave on the suit. Shorts and shirt came off with a little damp struggle.

Feeling the moist bikini pressed to my body, I walked in and started the shower, warm water cascaded over me as I turned around. The tiled room filled with steam as the rain from the large overhead shower head poured down.

Joy just took off her suit, completely naked. Her long hair stuck all over her, still damp from the swim. Her large breast swung free over her luscious belly. Coming right for me, she pressed me up against the wall. batman escort Our arms intertwined with each other’s bodies as she pressed her lips to mine.

We kissed under the water spilling down on us from above.

Her hands moved to grab my pecks and meaded the bikini into them. Pinching my nipples, massaging my man boobs, just feeling me up with the sensual cloth between us. I raked her back with my nails getting her weak in the knees.

I pulled her wet tress drawing her mouth from mine, Joy hissed as our mouths separated. I pressed her mouth to one of my now exposed nipples. Latching on, she sucked and licked with glee.

Making sure she was duly rewarded, I grabbed and squeezed her breasts. Massaging them with my fingers and palms. Working them like dough balls. Adding some nipple pinched from time to time.

After a time, she broke free from my manly boobs. Looking up at me with lust and hunger, we locked eyes while she went down on her knees. Yanking the flimsy fabric aside, my cock sprang free into her waiting mouth. Plunging deeply, my cock slid into her mouth, into her throat guided by my hands in her hair pulling and hips trusting.

Joy was a woman possessed and cock starved. I could feel her gasping after face fucking her and leaving my cock buried in her for long times, thrusting in her throat. I’d let her get a breath and fuck her face hard and deeply. Her windpipe clutching desperately at the cock head lodged in it.

“Fuck, mmm,” she gasped in one of her breaths.

Struggling in my arms, she pulled her head off my cock. Looking me in the eyes she cried out in desperation.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please, just fuck me.”

With one reach, I stopped the waterfall pouring on us.

Going on her back once I released her hair, I got between her legs. Joy’s ankles on my shoulders, my cock slid home.

“Awe, fuck, yes,” she hissed.

“I need you baby.”

“I need you too.”

I then began to slowly slide in and out of her, wet and slippery.

“Fuck. Jesus.”

“Okay, take this,” I said.

I just ramped up the speed four times and just pounded her pussy. Balls slapping her ass, I drove my cock relentlessly into her.

“Awe jeez. Fuck.” she moaned.

Grabbing her nipples I squeezed and pulled on them as I pounded into her.

I felt her pussy tighten up and almost like it was trying to push out the invader. Driving even harder, she came hard on my cock.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCCKKKK me,” Joy cried out.

Pulling out, I got up and grabbed her by the wrist.

“Huh, what?”

“Come with me.”

Practically dragging her by the arm and literally throwing her on the bed, I positioned her ass hanging precariously over the edge of the bed. Once her ankles were again on my shoulders with me standing by the bed, I drove my cock back into her.

“Yesssss.”

This time, I held on to her thighs as I plowed into her again. Shower water flying off me, I fucked her.

“Gawd, you look so pretty in that bikini,” she said.

Spreading my ankles or bringing them together, changed the angle of my entry. Speed and angle were all under my control. At times I teased her g-spot. Other times I just piledrove her pussy.

“Awe, fuck me, slut.”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Fuck me harder.”

I pulled my cock out. Her eyes shot open and looked at me, pleading.

“Nooo,” she wailed.

Driving forward, my cock slid up and down her vagina. Rubbing her clit and slipping around her pussy.

“No, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Pulling back just enough, I thrust forward and pounded her pussy at high speed again.

“Ah, gawd, yes.”

I felt that growing climax feeling and let it take a hold of me, I just pounded into her pussy. No pain, just the building pleasure.

Squeezing her breasts, I trust like a madman.

“Awe baby, don’t stop.”

“I am going to cum soon, Joy.”

“Yes, yes, fill me.”

Pounding and pounding, I felt her clench again.

I pulled even harder on her breasts as I slammed my cock in as deep as I could go, I came in Joy.

“Oh, Joy!”

“Yes, baby.”

We came together. I could not stop shaking.

As soon as I was done climaxing, I rolled her onto her side and laid with her. We cuddled for a long time.

“I love you, Joy,” I whispered into her ear.

“I know.”

Of course, she quoted Hans Solo.

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Chapter 8, Losing the V

In your room, your eyes were fixed on the small screen of your phone. Focused on your beta-approved porn. The video was one of a girl with a very thick figure, squeezing her breast through clothes, and calling you the viewer, a beta loser.

With your second hand, you were slowly and gently stroking your 4-inch cock. With the brochure you received a week ago, you were continuing to do everything in your power to counter your low beta level medication stated in the document. Lisa had told you last time that she didn’t mind a guy with a small dick and there wasn’t much you could do for that, but maybe you could have some control over your premature ejaculator predicament?

For that reason, you again search the web to find ways to mitigate this issue. There, you found “Edging”. The act of jerking off until you’re on the “edge” of cumming and refraining from doing so, and repeating it for as much as possible. This was supposed to give you better control over your orgasms. You already knew what edging was before, but now it was a goal

You picked a video from the beta-approved list of a girl teasing the viewer. It was an especially long video (for you) of 32 minutes.

After only a few seconds of introduction in the porn video, the girl got closer to the camera and asked: “Are you getting hard for me baby? Is that small dick of yours making a tent in your shorts? Ugh?”

Almost on command, your cock pressed against your tight briefs with all its might. You slid down your underwear and it proudly stood up at its impressive 4 inches of height. The eyes of the porn actress went down to look at your junk and back up giggling at its size. It almost felt like she was there with you in the room. A wave of embarrassment flowed through your body, making you blush and your dick tingle.

You grabbed your nub with the tip of your thumb and index and gently stroked it. It was so sensitive. Just the act of pulling the foreskin over your head was almost enough to send you over the edge. The actress was still teasing you on your screen, fondling her tits, or turning around to show you the tasty shape of her ass.

Every few seconds, you stop touching your cock to avoid bursting. This quickly turned into a session where you mostly just waited for your precum-covered dick to calm down enough to barely be able to graze it with your fingers.

As you were trying to retain another nut, the actress traced her fingers over leggings-covered pussy and asked: “Do you think your little cocklet could satisfy me? WouId I even feel it?”. Even though you weren’t even touching your dick, you could feel your tight ball sack clench, your cock pulsed in the air, and precum oozing out of your tip. You closed your eyes to escape the view of the actress on your phone only to see in your mind, your memory of Lisa, topless, going down on you. This was just too much. You tried to grab your cock but it was already bursting small ropes of cum over your stomach…

“Fuck… How long did I last?” You asked yourself. 13-minutes. No bad, it was a bit longer than usual, but somehow you didn’t feel it was real progress. Even though you managed to keep alright times with your edging training, it was getting harder and harder. It was almost to the point where you spent more time calming down than stroking in those sessions. Not to mention that your beta-approved contained bayburt escort no female nudity.

Also, things seemed to be heading in a good direction with Lisa, it was worrying you that you might disappoint her if you’d get a chance to lose your v-card with her…

The next day at the gym, while you were resting in between some of your sets a tall blond sat next to you.

“Hey, Zach, how’re you?” Heidi called out to you.

“Hey, I didn’t see you there. I’m not doing too bad, what about you?” You said, putting your phone away.

“I’m fine.”, the blond responded. You were always amazed by the energy that constantly seemed to be glowing out of her. Even late in the evening she still seemed so fresh. “You’re still doing alright with your training? If you want I can look over it with you?” She continued.

“Oh, it’s alright. I’m just hanging on haha… You know with the treatment and everything. But, I feel like the effects are stabilizing, I think”, you responded.

“Don’t give up Zach, You’re doing great!. You’ve been going to this gym for almost 3 months now. Most newbies quit after a few weeks”, she said, trying to cheer you up.

“Thanks, Ms. Ostlund haha”

“Hey don’t call me by my last name. You’re making me feel old now!”, she said, pouting. “You know, I do things that young people do like: go to the bar and other things outside of my workplace you know… Talking about outside, you know it’s almost spring. I was thinking that maybe… Maybe we could do some runs together outside?” she said, looking a bit nervous for some reason.

“Oh yeah that’s a good idea, I could do a couple of workouts like that!” You responded.

“Ah yes… Workouts… Do you have the Stravda app for jogging on your phone?”

“Ah no. I don’t even know what that is, haha.” you laughed at your ignorance.

“That’s alright. Here give me your phone, and I’ll install it on it for you”, she said as she took your phone up from the bench. She scrolled through the app store and found the app. While the app was loading the notification sound of your message app rang. On the screen, you saw an image flash. Suddenly, Heidi had a shocked expression. Wide-eyed, she gave you back your phone.

“Eh… The app is installed. I’ll send you a friend request through it later. I have other things to do… See you around” she said, blushing and rushing back to the office part of the gym.

“What the hell was that?” you asked yourself. You picked up your phone and finally understood what made Heidi rush out. While she was installing the app, the phone received a photo on your messaging app. But what photo would warrant such a reaction? As you open your most recent message, a cleavage shot of Lisa popped on the screen with a caption that read: “I’m home alone and I’m bored.. Wanna cum visit me ;P?”. For a second, your eyes stuck to the photo of her luscious breasts, making your small guy quickly grow in your pants. “It’s probably that photo that came in that made Heidi act like that… Shit’s gonna be awkward for a while. On the other… hand I got to answer to Lisa ASAP!” You thought.

“Wow!!! I like what I’m seeing. I can come over after my workout?”, you texted her.

“Oh yes please, I’m all wet now thinking of it” She answered. In the last weeks, you had your chances to tease each other through sms. bartın escort But this time… This time, it’s the real deal!

Fuck, that was making you so hard. It was definitely not the right day to be wearing grey joggers to the gym. The idea of nailing Lisa had you all worked up. Your little cock was so hard thinking about what was coming. Every time you had to walk somewhere, it was a challenge to hide your pesky boner. At the end of your training, there was a small wet dot at the tip of your cock because of all your precum. It was a good thing that you could finally change.

After a quick shower, you texted Lisa: “I’m out of the gym, do you want me to pick anything on the way?”

“Only your cute face ;)” she responded. With this message, there was a photo from her point of view. In the image, she was in red lingerie, on her bed with her hand over her pussy.

Your lil boner was raging in your underwear. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you were more excited. You parked in front of her house and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened a little. In the crack, you could see the thick silhouette of Lisa in her red bra and jeans. Her face was red with excitement. She stuck her hand through the doorway and pulled you by your shirt collar.

“You sir, are going to have a great night! When my parents told me they’d be out for the night, I just couldn’t get you off my head.” She said while dragging you to her bedroom.

“That’s… That’s awesome. But you know… I’m still a… Well, I still haven’t really slept with” you mumbled, but she interrupted you.

“A virgin? Of course, I know. It only makes it more interesting! And don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you, little cutie”

Once in her room, she pushed you onto her bed. Her room was still one of a teen’s with boyband posters on the walls and some old plushies on the dresser.

Slowly, Lisa slid her hand down into your pants and pulled out your short, hard dick, grinning as she felt it throb with excitement. You were already panting with anticipation at the idea of finally losing your virginity, and Lisa’s eyes were focused on your small boner as she reached into the drawer of her bed-stand and pulled out a snug-fit condom.

“I got those just for you,” she said proudly, holding the small-dick-fitting condom. It kinda hurt your feelings for a second, but you were too excited to care.

Gently, she rolled the tight latex down over your throbbing member. You let out a soft moan, your hips thrusting gently as you got lost in the sensations.

“You like this baby? Look at me, and tell me you like that.” Lisa asked you with fire in her eyes.

“Fuck… Yes. It’s too good. You’re just so hot”

You laid on your back, eyes fixed on Lisa as she took off her jeans and revealed her red panties, which were clearly wet with excitement. As she slid down her soaked undies, a small string of fluid dripped from her wet pussy, and you couldn’t help but feel your own excitement growing. The air was getting hot and heavy. You could smell her sweet perfume in the room. Her cheeks were red with excitement and she was biting her puffy lip to contain herself.

“Ready to lose your virginity?” she asked, looking straight into your eyes.

You nodded “yes”. “That’s not enough. I need to hear ığdır escort you. Say: please Lisa, take my virginity” she responded with a wicked grin.

“Yes… Please… Lisa. Take my virginity” You answered with a shaky voice.

“You actually did it. You’re so cute! Now let’s get started.”

Lisa took your wrapped cock and aligned it with her warm entrance, straddling you in a cowgirl position. You let out a soft moan, your hips thrusting gently as she slowly lowered herself down onto you, enveloping your cock in her wet, hot depths. The feeling was like nothing you had before. The tight warm enveloping around your cock was otherworldly.

As she began to ride you, Lisa let out a series of soft moans and sighs, her body writhing and undulating as she got lost in the sensations. You reached her ass cheeks with your hands squeezing them while your eyes were fixed on her as she rode you to the brink of orgasm.

After a few thrusts in this position, you could feel it. The point of no return was fastly approaching, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Slow down or I’m going to cum too soon,” you pleaded with Lisa, hoping she would take it easy on you.

But unfortunately, those words seemed to have the opposite effect on her. They lit her dominant side, and she accelerated her rhythm, making you moan and writhe in pleasure as she rode you harder and harder. You could feel your small dick throb. Closing your eyes or trying to think of something else was not working. The feeling of cuming was quickly approaching. Your excuse was there.

Not even a few seconds later, you were pumping your small condom full of cum, your body writhing and shaking as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. Lisa grinned and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

While getting up Lisa whispered: “It’s not over.”

She changed position to sit on your face. You could see it coming down on you. Her juicy ass, thighs, and wet pussy were now almost touching you.

“Now stick that cute tongue of yours and get to work,” she asked in a demanding tone.

You didn’t have time to answer and her pussy was riding your face, filling your mouth and tongue with her sweet taste. You did your best to gently lick up and down and carefully suck on her clit. But her moans were getting rougher and pushing her cunt harder on your face. This was just too much. Your little cock was getting hard again. Then you felt it. She was taking your filled condom off.

“Fuck, sorry I’m such a dirty girl! I can’t touch it” she said, going down on your cock. Cleaning it with her tongue, effectively making this a 69. You let out loud muffled moans as she took you in her mouth, sucking vigorously on your small dick… You were doing your best to retaliate and lick her the best you could. You were probably doing something right since she was also loudly moaning.

All of a sudden, her cunt seemed to convulse and gush. Her moans went up yet another notch in loudness. But that didn’t stop her from still sucking you off, with her tongue swirling around your glans. You could feel it, after just a few seconds of blowjobs, you were shooting your load in her mouth.

“That… that was great,” Lisa said, rolling on her side, exhausted.

“Yeah, I can’t see it could be better than this.” You said in a dreamy state.

“Oh, there are ways to make it even better… If you’re interested, maybe we could add someone else to the mix for another session”, she tentatively said.

You thought to yourself: “I barely lasted a minute… I don’t know how I’ll please two girls. But I can’t tell her that!”.

“Yeah… That could be fun” you answered, unsure of yourself.

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Pussy Mistress Training with Princess Mandy, Pt 3: feeling touch

it’s Monday evening at Princess Mandy’s house. I have had the most remarkable adventure under her wise guidance and instruction. She started out by allowing me to worship her magnificent breasts. Oh, how I yearned and longed to touch them. They are so round and bouncy and when she giggles or gets excited her hard nipples reveal her growing arousal.

Then she decided to let me into her more private inner world and introduce me to Pussy Mistress, the name of my addiction to Princess Mandy’s sublime, divine feminine altar of pleasure between her legs. Pussy Mistress is the feminine embodiment of sensual sexuality. Her power is in every woman and every woman can access the arousal of the Pussy Mistress frequency. It is nothing more than embracing the sensual power of womanhood.

While there are many other good and worthy aspects to womanhood Pussy Mistress has the sensual power to control men and women who are willing to surrender themselves to Her. She has the ability to entice, to draw forward, to lure, to tease. Worship of Pussy Mistress is found in the Indian dancer, the Spanish dancer, each culture has a form of erotic femininity or dance that only a woman can embrace. Sexy man dancing? Eh, not so much.

When Princess Mandy says, ‘get ready’ it is my job to get “prepared” which means get her a glass of wine, then undress and get naked in front of her and show my reverence by standing on my knees, hands behind my back, thrusting out my hips which sends my hard erect cock pointing proudly right at her as it yearns to be touched and admired. I used to wear tighty-whitey underwear but no more, now I am just naked.

Today, Princess Mandy is sitting in a chair with her legs crossed at the ankle, wearing a light blue dress. This is a full dress starting well below her knees up to a nice full rounded bosom with a scoop neck and billowy shoulders.

Her hair is not in the usual braided pigtails on her sides. She has a more mature, womanly look tonight with her hair pulled back tight into a ponytail which makes her look more serious, even stern.

She leans forward in her chair with her eyes looking down into mine, gets a smile on her face and then with her elbow resting on her knee leans forward with her palm up so her red tipped fingernails can scratch my balls and says “You’ve been such a good boy I thought that maybe we should go a little further tonight. Would you like that my little pet?”

“Oh Princess Mandy,” I gush, “OH please! That would be so great! I have been so good! I am so horny, oh please, oh please, oh please…”

“Slow down boy,” she giggles, “you don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“On no,” I say with great pride, “with all due respect my beautiful Goddess Princess, you are wrong. I know fully what I’m getting myself into and that is the complete surrender of my identity to your Divine care. You are the Goddess I worship and adore. I am your slave and am here to help you in any way and to do anything in my bilecik escort power to make your life easier, more enjoyable and richer in every way. Most of all I hope you will show the generosity to let me pleasure you to the highest heights of erotic pleasure.”

“Well then,” she says in a serious voice and sitting up straight, “Perhaps it IS time for you to move to the Next Level. But there is a cost, my loyal slave. First. let me hear your oath”.

“Pussy Mistress,” I say with my head bowed looking between Princess Mandy’s legs covered as it is by her blue dress. But Princess Mandy puts her palms one over the other between her legs, cupping her crotch, pushing in her dress and causing it to ride up her legs into mid-thigh while I say, “I hereby pledge my life to serve you, My reward is your pleasure.”

“Well then loyal knight,” my Princess Mistress says, “you shall be rewarded. So far we have explored sexy teasing by giving you glimpses of this holy spot. Then you got to learn the scent and perfume of Pussy Mistress. In normal training we would be going to explore touch and then taste over the next two weeks. But perhaps we could move things up and do touch and taste together.”

“Mmmm,” she coos, scrunching her eyes and touching her cheek as if perplexed, “what do you think slave, should we? Are you ready? Are you horny enough?”

“O My Gawd Princess Mandy,” I blurt out, “O please, I think you are brilliant. You have the best ideas. Could we? Can we? Please?”

“Well, perhaps, ” she teases, “but there’s a problem in doing that, Booby,” she says wagging her finger back and forth as if in warning. But it’s in front of her nice round tits filling out the blue dress so I am a little distracted (Mistress Tits are everything, I mindlessly think as I drop into the arousal zone).

“The danger is that you will get too aroused. Get a cock too hard. That you will not be able to control yourself. That you might step over the line. You might get so horny and desperate at home, late at night, all alone in bed with your imagination that you might be tempted to play with MY joystick. Or worse, you might masturbate and even cum before permission is granted. Those kinds of naughty things are disrespectful to Pussy Mistress. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh yes, very disrespectful, I would never,” I say bashfully knowing she’s probably right

“I know, you poor thing, ” she says taking a finger and rubbing the underside of my throbbing hard and erect cock , “When you get hard and aroused for your Goddess you just can’t help yourself, can you horny boy?”

Princess Mandy continues speaking softly while occasionally flicking my erection up and down with her fingertip, “This happens to every person facing Pussy Mistress, not just submissive slave bois like you but also alpha males who think they are big and tough and want to dominate women – they too fall weak before Her. The penis is no match. Remember this boi – Pussy always wins. Pussy always wins.” I nod, complacently, but manisa escort note the distinct scent that means she is getting aroused.

“So,” she continues, “when a new devotee comes knocking at Her door we want to give him a chance to show his respect and to demonstrate his self-restraint.

“To help him fully surrender, and be true to his oath, we use this,” she says holding her cupped hands out, “this is a chastity cock cage!”

Leaning forward to rest her elbows on the knees of her bare, sexy, now uncrossed legs, she holds the cage with one hand in front of the now exposed cleavage of her billowing breasts, while the fingers of her other hand are gently tickling the bottom of my ball sack while she continues speaking.

“See, isn’t it pretty with it’s solid pink tube?” she turns it this way and that, “they say it’s the worst, most frustrating kind because it is big enough that when you get excited your cock can grow and get aroused and then? Oops! it hits the end. It is frustrated to go no further. All it can do is swell and get bigger at the sides…and weep a cum tear.”

“Boo hoo,” she pouts, “Oh the cruelty of a hardon wanting to worship its Mistress or give a cum tribute but unable to move beyond the cage of restraint – – until his Mistress unlocks the cage!”

“Are you willing to surrender your orgasms for the pleasure of your Goddess and Pussy Mistress?,” Princess Mandy asks in a serious tone.

“I am,” I proudly reply, lifting my chest and thrusting my cock forward, “but does that mean I never get to cum again?” I ask meekly.

“No silly,” she says twanging my erection again, sending it bob up and down,” the best part is letting you orgasm,” now with every few words she firmly SWATS my hard cock side to side. “…whenever…. I want it…. at any unexpected time…. so you never know ….and you are always waiting…. watching…. and hoping. “

She folds her fingers of one hand around my erection and holds it loosely in her upward palm, giving occasional squeezes along the length. She takes a deep breath and thrusts her bosom towards me which tightens the baby blue cloth around her firm round tits which both creates more cleavage and reveals her nipple nubs trying to push thru.

“The truth is,” she purrs and squeezes, “I love your cum all over my big smooth TITS…mmmm…. or in between my round, firm, ass cheeks …oh yes!… and I love it even more when I watch and feel your lips and tongue lick it off.”

This kind of talk and her continual squeeze has got me aroused all over my body. Her squeeze tease has gotten me to the edge. My body does another shiver tremble of arousal. I feel a little drip a pre cum emerge. Then I watch as Mandy places the cage on the chair seat between her legs but on top of her dress. With her two hands she pulls the dress up slowly so it goes underneath the steel cock cage, slowly revealing her upper thighs and then pulls it right up to reveal Pussy Mistress in all her glory… naked… shaven clean… full mersin escort pouty lips with a little hint of glisten nectar.

Ahhh …. and now her smell. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, her beautiful arousal perfume hits me and my own nipples harden. It is the first time that I have seen Pussy Mistress. Ironically behind a cage, my cage, that I am willing to wear to show my dedication and devotion to Her and to pleasure my Mistress.

“If you are willing,” she continues, “then bow your head to my feet, slowly rising up and then between my legs until the top of your head feels the cage. Then sit down on your haunches and begin to slowly stroke your hard erection as a tribute to your new Mistress, to Pussy Mistress. Do it delicately and gently. When you feel fully aroused, when you are full of lust and about to orgasm, then STOP and let go, look up at Pussy Mistress and say your oath.”

I bowed down and reverently kissed each foot and said thank you for letting me enter this sacred space, I moved my head upward along her legs, over her knees and I enter the space between her upper thighs. It is warm. Intimate.

I moved forward till the top of my head felt the cage and then I started gently touching my fingertips to the underside of my manhood. Some drops of precum came out and I used it to smear the head. I was getting very aroused so I looked up to see the cage had been removed and Pussy Mistress was there, a few inches in front of my face, in all Her beauty.

Princess Mandy’s single finger was slowly circling her clit. Oh, how beautiful, glistening, sparkling with some divine nectar, the full pouty lips looking like ripe fruit and her perfume scent, Her Divine smell, that did it and from the depths of my being I pronounced,

“I hereby dedicate myself to serving Pussy Mistress. Pleasuring my Mistress and honoring the Divine Feminine in every woman.” then with eyes closed, I took a deep breath to bring Her essence into my lungs and allow it to take over my body and surrender to Her will.

Unexpectedly, I felt Mistress’ wet finger, moistened with pussy juice, run over my lips.

“You may rise Sir Robert,” wow she has never called me Robert before ever. It’s always been Bob, Mr Bob, Bobby or Booby or pet or slave or my fav…boi or horny dog. Nonetheless, as Robert, I recognized the dignity of this moment and rose before her, still seated with the blue dress up around her waist with Pussy Mistress exposed.

Princess Mandy’s round bosom was billowing out the top of the blue scoop neck dress, her nipples were hard and poking thru the tight cloth, there was a gold chain with a key touching her cleavage.

SUDDENLY out of nowhere both her hands came up on either side of my erection with two bags of frozen peas. I let out a Yelp ….. AHHHH … and instinctively pulled back away but caught myself to return back to attention as she commanded, “Hands behind your back soldier!”

Words can’t describe the agony of the transition from a rock hard cock ready to burst in orgasm down to a shrunken limp noodle. As quick as a whit the retainer ring was installed, the cage was slid on, the lock was locked and her hand was holding the key, dangling on the chain over her breasts, gently rocking to and fro, hypnotizing me to remember my oath in the hard times ahead.

“That’s all for tonight, boi. I will see you again in 4 days.”

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I woke up and to my surprise not only was I small, but there was my giant girlfriend sitting next to me, naked.

Just as I was admiring the view of her giant tits, I shrieked back as she suddenly moved her hand.

“I will give you 30 seconds to hide, if you do not, I will crush you!”

It took me a few seconds to register what she really said, but then with all my power, I was jumping down from the bed. I knew that I was not in danger of dying because I would fall from high places, as the smaller you are, the more velocity you need to die.

As she was already counting past 13, I barely was out of the room.

The perfect place to hide was under the stairs. It had small air gaps, which a hand barely could fit through.

With me being about 15 cm big, I was barely able to lay down sideways. It was enough space left that her foot wouldn’t touch me if she went downstairs.

And then I heard the vibrations of her moving. The first place she looked for was the washroom on the second floor, then she visited several other rooms. Surprisingly she did not go upstairs to the attic but was about to head downstairs.

Every single step she took was feeling like a small earthquake. And then, her foot landed üsküdar escort on the part of the staircase where I was hiding under. I almost made an audible noise but was able to hold it in.

A few seconds later she was downstairs. The first place she looked for was below the downstairs, where the shoes were stored at. Not only did she move the shoes aside, but she looked inside as well. And then, when I thought she was about to go to the other rooms, she examined the staircase, slowly looking from the bottom part to the top. And then―

She found me. Not only did she find me, but as soon as she had her eyes on me, she had the brightest smile I have ever seen.

And at that moment all I thought was to flee. Just as I was upstairs, she already climbed half of the staircase back up.

I was barely able to move to the middle of the second floor and―

I felt a finger touching my back. And at the moment she tried to tease me, I took the opportunity to jump through the gap in the small wooden fence part of the staircase.

In the few seconds that I had, I ran to the left room, next to the living room on the right side.

The room I was in gaziemir escort was the bedroom of my girlfriend. On the right was her television, a few dressers with each having six openable boxes. On the left was an enormous wardrobe. Next to her bed was a single dresser, with a dildo placed on top of it. I never saw her having a dildo, so the thought of her moving up and down on it made me horny.

But just as I was enjoying the view, I heard her taking the last step downwards. I opened up one of the boxes in the dressers and went inside. I was barely able to fit in. With all my power I was trying to close it. And just as she was about to open the door more open, to be able for her to come in, I was able to close it. Fortunately for me, closening it made no sound.

“I know you’re here!”

I hoped that she didn’t. But she moved closer and closer and―

Opened the box of the dresser next to me. And afterwards, she opened a few others. Then, she stopped. I thought I was lucky.

She stepped back as if she was about to head off. I thought she was looking under the bed, she moved―

And opened the box I was in!

“Oh, look… It’s you!”

She sancaktepe escort picked me up easily with her hand, just as if she were to grab a carrot.

“Let me go! What do you want from me?”

“From you? I want nothing from you.”

She was moving closer to her bed. She held me with one hand, meanwhile, she used the other hand to rub herself.

She got hornier by the second, as it was noticeable by her breathing getting faster.

And then she moved me towards her entrance.

“I beg you! Don’t put me in there!”

But the begging was for nothing.

She was inserting me in her pussy, as if I was a dildo. It felt like my body was in a waterslide, except that everything of me touched the wet walls.

And she moved more quickly, spreading her wet fluid even more on the walls surrounding me.

And she moved even faster, making the walls shake up, enclosing me, getting a hold of me.

She came.

And with that, I was pushed outside, lying in all of her fluid.

The feeling of her vagina getting a hold of me made me cum severely.

I looked at her and I thought she was about to say something, but then she went for a second round. A third round. A fourth round.

And then, when I was so exhausted in the midst of even more fluid from her, all I could do was to look at her back, seeing her mammoths and how excited she felt.

She grabbed me and said:

“You are my personal sex toy now.”

Then, she put me into the drawer where her dildo was being on top.

It seems like this was only the beginning.

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Part 1

Date: 27th September 2023, Thursday

It was a pleasant day for me. But very restless. Work was normal. But life felt exceptional. I constantly looked at the time from my watch and then back at my phone in a restless manner. I was fidgeting. But not panicking. It was 03:30 PM and time felt like it was running extra slowly today. I desperately wanted to go home as early as possible but I knew I had to wait till 4 to punch out. I read the text message I received from my loving wife at 03:00 PM, again, for the third time now. My eyes strained on the screen as I read.

It was as follows;

“Hello pet. I have a couple of extra meetings so I will be finishing work late. Also.. since tomorrow is weekends and all, I have made plans with daddy right after work. It’s been a while since I have hung out with him. In a non sexual manner, that is haha. We have a cinema date planned. You can expect me at home by around 09:00 PM. And oh yes, I expect the following tasks to be completed before I come home.

Cleaning the entire apartment spotless. (Including the toilets and mop the floor.)

Buy groceries and fill up stock.

Buy a pink lingerie set. (Don’t disappoint me.)

Wear the chastity & your sissy ‘attire’, also keep the key to your chastity on the kitchen table. (You will act like my 100% submissive tonight)

After you are done with the tasks you may entertain yourself if you have time. I’ll bring dinner for you. Don’t reply to this text, hun. Ly. Xoxo.”

I took a deep breath, shifting my legs as I tried to hold down the raging boner controlled inside my office pants. I gulped, checking the time again. Alas, it was finally 04:00 PM.

I make my way home, driving to our apartment. The evening air felt fresh and delightful on my face. But I didn’t feel calm. My heart was beating fast and I was immensely anxious because of the angst and excited as heck too because of the lust. But finally reaching home, I started feeling better and more calm as I started doing the tasks. It took me a while but I was completely done by 08:00 PM. The first 3 tasks anyways. By now, I was quite restless and hungry. Constantly checking the time and looking at the door, I was missing your presence immensely but my submissive side insisted you were having a tonne of fun outside and I should take no action to jeopardize your fun time, no matter what. That made me feel a lot better; the submissive thought process was a blessing for times like these.

I took a long shower and hurriedly began to get into my ‘attire’. Standing in-front of the full length mirror, I first put the chastity on my limp dick first, after icing it to numbness as it kept on trying to harden up. Then I wore my custom-made tight fitting white tank top which hugged my body like a second skin. The word ‘cucky’ was written on the back and the sentence ‘owned by Mistress’ was written on the front. Then I wore the ‘pet’ collar and let the leash dangle between my legs, swaying left and right. This was my sissy “attire” that you have accumulated for me. It was quite humiliating and lovely. I gulped as I looked at the mirror. I was utterly and completely at your mercy at this point. I was a fucktoy for you to use as you like. I felt that deep within my core as I looked at myself in the mirror.

It didn’t take long before the clock finally struck 09:00 PM. I immediately go sit by the sofa near the main door. Eagerly waiting for you. It was around 09:30 PM, I finally heard your footsteps approaching the door. I quickly get on my knees on the welcome carpet and eagerly wait for the door to open. You beamed the moment you saw me, kneeling down to my level and giving me a quick hug and a kiss before placing your bag on my hand and simply walking away towards the kitchen table. You looked famished and excited at the same time. You simply motioned me to go with your head in the slightest manner and I immediately knew what to do. I stood up, and hurriedly made my way to our bedroom. I placed your bag in our cupboard and took out your phone from the bag and put it to charge and returned back to the living room to your presence.

When I returned you had already set up dinner for yourself. A delicious plate of pasta was in-front of you, you started eating comfortably on the chair. I also noticed that my chastity key has disappeared. My heart also melted in how gorgeous and formidable you looked in your office clothes. I walked to you in my humiliating entire and got on my knees next to you again. You turned to me leaning down and gave me a kiss on the forehead and smiled at me lovingly. “You have done an excellent job with the tasks. Your dinner is over there. Eat on all fours tonight, pet. You’ll be rewarded well.”

“Understood, Mistress.”

I looked down at the side and I saw a bigger ‘pet’ plate on the side with the same pasta dish in it. I was quite hungry so I didn’t hesitate to fulfill and comply with your order. I crawled towards the plate and placed my elbows on the floor and began to eat tuzla escort with the spoon. It was somehow discomfortable but it made me feel good following your order and it really reminded me of my position in our marriage. I finished my plate just as you did. After drinking a glass of water, you walk towards the sofa in the living room and start watching television. I quickly cleaned both our dishes and tidied up the dining space and returned to you in a few minutes.

I was on my knees yet again, resting my head in-between your legs and looking up at you in a pleading manner as you watched TV. I rubbed my face across your trousers, enjoying the feel of the rich soft fabric on my skin. But before giving me any direct attention you asked me to wait and asked me about the lingerie. I immediately reply that it’s in the bedroom. To my dismay you ask me to wait for a while till you return. But I compiled without a single complaint. My heart and dick both ached as I watched you sway your hips away towards the bedroom. How your clothes hugged your slender yet curvaceous figure was phenomenal and I felt myself shiver in excitement and angst as I thought of how much daddy would have enjoyed this view on his date with you today evening.

You finally return to the living room wearing the lingerie after a short while. I gulped, my eyes widening as I looked at you. My dick throbbed inside the chastity cage, desperately trying to get hard. I grimaced from discomfort. You were wearing a pink see-through frilly micro skirt, a pink lacy ultra comfortable bra along with pink fishnets that ran up to your thick thighs. I was in a daze. You twirled a little for me and sat back on the sofa, with a side of my face on your right thigh as we both got comfortable; you sitting comfortably on the sofa and me kneeling between your legs.

“You look incredible, Mistress.”

“Thank you, cucky.”

“So are you going to tell me about today?”

“You have been very patient, haven’t you, pet?”

I felt you gently patting my hair, I closed my eyes in delight momentarily and then looking at you with my pleading puppy eyes again. And then, you finally started talking about your date with a dreamy expression on your face. I eagerly listened as you talked about how fun the movie was, how fun it was to hangout in that manner and also about all the little goofy things that happened constantly throughout the date.

After a while, your smile turned devious. It looked like you had something big to say as well at the very end.

“We also talked about another thing. This is not up for discussion. He’s coming over tomorrow morning. To our home for the first time. For breakfast. And he won’t leave until Saturday night.”

I felt my heart sink at that moment. You observed all my reactions carefully, looking at me directly. I felt absolutely at your mercy. You then grab the leash and pull me towards you, giving me a sensual long kiss when you noticed the look on my face as if I was about to complain. Immediately reminding me of how much you owned me and that I won’t have a choice in this particular decision.

“You are going to move the things you require to the guest bedroom. You will wake up at 07:00 AM tomorrow as if it was any normal work day and switch to the guest bedroom. Also prepare breakfast for 2 by 09:00 AM. He’ll be here by then.”

“U-Understood, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

I had a desperate expression on my face at this point. I ached for your touch and leaned forward towards your hands. I was swooning against your hands, I felt them caressing my cheeks and beard, your thumb slowly rubbing across my parted lips as well. I suddenly felt your feet rubbing across my chastity cage and balls. My back immediately arched and my eyes widened from surprise. I gasped and moaned a little. The moment my mouth opened, you plunged 2 fingers into my mouth, circling around my tongue and plating with it. I sucked on them deeply and feverishly as I looked up at you submissively. You made me choke a little as you wriggled your fingers deeper into my throat, but I never protested or pushed back. I accepted it with delight and gratitude, on my knees and at your mercy. Then, out of the blue, you take off your fingers and wipe the saliva off with a wet tissue. My expression immediately turned to that of disappointment the moment your fingers left my mouth. You crossed your legs with an evil chuckle. “Bring me my phone now, pet.”

I returned with your phone. But this time you let me sit and cuddle on the sofa as we watched television. This went on for around a few episodes of an anime we liked. But from the corner of my eyes I could see you were constantly replying to messages from daddy as we watched. But I didn’t read them and tried to concentrate on the anime we were watching.

After a while, you suddenly stood up and asked me to come to the bedroom. After I switched off the tv and fan; With the leash on your hand, you guide pendik escort me. But all of a sudden you stop after taking a few steps, turning around and looking at me.

“Get on your knees and crawl, pet. Don’t stand up without permission for the next 2 days. Is that understood, pet?”

“Understood clearly, Mistress.”

I lowered myself onto my knees and got on all fours. With a pleased expression on your face, you nodded and turned around and started leading me towards our bedroom now. I couldn’t help but look at your pink micro-skirt clad ass swaying side to side as I crawled behind you. The moment we reached our room, you pushed me unto the carpet floor on my back with your feet and stepped on my chastity-clad dick and balls, eliciting a pained moan out of my mouth.

You looked down on me in a domineering manner and started talking.

“I’m going to assume a few submissive positions for daddy, cucky. I want you to take some decent snap videos of me in this lingerie. This will definitely excite him for tomorrow. Don’t you agree, pet?”

“Yessss, definitely. Understood, Mistress.”

You gave me your phone with snap open after I got up and began to assume the position you wanted.

Position 1: You were on your knees. Looking up at the camera. Hands behind your back, with an extremely submissive puppy-eyed expression on your face. I could even faintly notice you squeezing your boobs together to offer a more delectable view for daddy.

Position 2: Same as position 1, except you were sucking your fingers for this video while looking directly at the camera in a seductive manner.

Position 3: Same as position 1, except you pulled your bra down and played with your breasts while you say in a submissive tone while looking directly at the camera. “I can’t wait for you to manhandle me tomorrow, daddy.”

Position 4: You get on the bed on all fours. You made me snap a view from the side and directly from behind as well.

Position 5: Same as position 4, except you placed your face down on a pillow and used your hands to spread all your holes.

After finishing taking all the snap videos, you quickly took the phone from my hands and jumped on the bed excitedly and laid down on your stomach and immediately began texting daddy. And then you suddenly paused for a second and looked at me. “Make yourself useful, pathetic cucky. Lick my asshole or something instead of just sitting there on your knees.” Your voice sounded mean, and you immediately got back to texting daddy after you noticed me moving.

“Understood, Mistress.”

I climbed unto the bed and gently spread your ass with my hands. I swallowed hard and my mouth immediately began to water. I leaned down and began to lick your asshole with my tongue. I circled around the ring before finally lapping my tongue in an up and down fashion across your asshole. I could hear you laugh frequently as you texted daddy, but at some point the laughing completely stopped and I could hear heavy breathing from your end. My dick tried to get hard consistently but was unable to because of the metallic cage. It was a truly humiliating sight and feeling for me. Just as I began to tongue fuck your asshole, you turned around and spread your legs. “Make me edge, you worthless little cuck. Daddy said I can’t cum without his permission.”

I gulped and immediately leaned down and began to eat you out without wasting a second. My heartbeat was elevated when I felt your hand ruffling up my hair as I lapped my tongue across your clit. I started with slow and gentle licks but gradually started pressing my tongue harder and increasing the speed. I tried hard to make you cum, my pleading eyes looking up at you occasionally to view the enjoyment and pleasure on your face as I eat you out in an excited manner.

And then all of a sudden your phone started ringing. You noticed it was daddy. It was a message from him saying ‘Call me if you want to cum.’ You immediately push me away. “Go and wait in a corner and watch me, pet.”

You finally called him and turned on the speaker.

“Hello? Please let me cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you come but, I have a request you’ll have to agree to.”

“Please, tell me.”

“Are you topless?”

“I can be.” you said within seconds before you yanked off your pink lingerie bra.

You weren’t even thinking. You weren’t even doing what you were told. You were anticipating what you thought daddy would want. It made you feel dirty. And slutty. And alive. I could see it from your body language, expressions and from the need to orgasm.

“Edge.” He says in a gruff manner.

You did. Your finger slid between your wet lips easily. You barely had to stroke yourself before you went inside. You had never been more ready to come. You were panting as you stopped yourself from going too far.

“I need it. Please tell me, daddy.”

“If you want to come, you’re going to have to hurt yourself maltepe escort for me.”

I wasn’t certain I’d heard him correctly. I couldn’t have, I told myself as the silence between you and daddy gathered around me. But, I was wrong.

“You’re going to have to torture those huge fucking tits just because I asked.”

“Oh, god,” you sighed. Was it from fear or desperation? I had no idea.

“Slap them.”

You did. Harder than I thought you would, your hand striking your nipple in just the right spot. You gasped unexpectedly from the rush of pain.

“Gaaaaahhhhh.”

“Good girl. Let me hear it. Make those tits a pretty pink for me.”

You switched breasts. This time with a softer slap.

“Harder.”

You complied without hesitation.

“Harder!”

You slapped yourself again. Your tits were already moving past the pink stage. You were basically beating yourself red.

“God. You’re such a pain slut. You can play with your pussy now.”

You started. You were soaked. Your creamy, tight cunt drenched from doing as you were told.

“Pinch a nipple.”

You were losing focus, listening to his words as your whole body started to tingle.

“Pinch a nipple and make it hurt while you play with your slutty cunt.”

“Oh, fuck…”

“Harder.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…..”

“Harder! Let me hear what a filthy fucking whore you can be. Punish yourself so you can come.”

“Fuuuuuuuck!!!”

Your body exploded. Your legs were shaking. Your chest was rising and falling as your lungs struggled desperately to find air. Your mind was reeling.

The erotic noises of your moans filled our marital room as you finally orgasmed. “Can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow, baby girl.” and then the phone call ended.

After that, you invited me back to bed and we slept while cuddling. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. We were both immensely excited.

Date: 28th September 2023, Friday

I woke up in a daze. It was 07:00 AM already. It took me a few minutes for me to regain my memories from last night. I let out a long uncomfortable sigh as I looked down and realized my dick was still firmly locked in chastity to my dismay. But it didn’t lower the level of excitement and anticipation I had for the day. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but I knew I couldn’t. I’ll have to be very, VERY patient today and tomorrow. Both. I shook my head and regained back my composure.

I quietly got off the bed after kissing your forehead as you slept and slowly switched all the essentials I would need for the next 2 days to the guest bedroom. By 08:30 AM, I had done the morning household chores, showered and prepared breakfast as well after having one myself.

Just as I prepared the dining table and made it breakfast-ready, I noticed you got yourself ready and came into the kitchen area as well. I even noticed you had makeup on with mascara, eyeliner and pink shiny lipstick. I immediately got on my knees the moment you approached me. You were still wearing the comfy lingerie; majority of your curves visible for anyone to see.

“Good morning, pet. Are all the arrangements completed?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With that said, you guide me towards the corner of the living room and tie the handle of my leash to one of the ‘legs’ of the sofa.

“Do not free yourself unless it is urgent.”

With that said, you went ahead and sat on the sofa and took out your phone. You seemed excited and were eagerly waiting for daddy to arrive. The clock finally struck 09:00 AM and the knock came nearly immidiately and the door finally opened. I gulped, my heartbeat at an all time high at this point.

Part 2

Before you could even turn your head and greet him, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you to your feet. The tv remote in your hand clatters to the floor and he pulls your head back exposing your neck. Your eyes instinctively close, submitting. He growls in your ear and you shiver in anticipation.

“I didn’t have much sleep. I have been thinking about you all night. Also, I hope breakfast is ready. I am famished.”

He then finally releases you after a pause, teasing you, and then walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. You have a moment to breathe, but you know it’s partially just for show. Just to throw you off for a minute. You slowly walk towards the dinner table and take a seat, waiting for daddy. Soon he arrived and you both had a decent breakfast.

After breakfast was over and you were cleaning the dishes. He walks up to the wall near you and eyes you up and down, admiring your lingerie and luscious body. He’s staring at you and you feel your face start to heat up. He gestures for you to come. But you hesitate for half a second and he growls, “Now.”

You quickly leave the dishes in the sink and go to his side and immediately had to resist the incredible urge to fall on your knees at his feet. He hasn’t asked you to, and you clearly looked like you wanted to be good.

He suddenly turns you with your back towards him and puts his arm around your neck, the other hand settling on your hip. “Oh, So Now you want to be obedient and listen? On our date yesterday you were bratty all the way.” His arm tightens slightly. You bow your head and whisper against his arm.

“Yes, Daddy.”

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“If we’re going back down to the bar to find another guy for me to fuck tonight, I’ve got to take a quick shower and fix my makeup,” my wife said to me as she headed to the bathroom of our hotel room. “You should probably wash David’s and my cum off your face, too,” she added as she turned on the shower.

I headed to the sink and thought about the two loads of cum that I have eaten so far this evening; David’s, from my wife’s pussy after I had watched him fuck her, and my own, snowballed from her mouth after she blew me when he left. Now we were going to go back downstairs to see if we could find another guy for my wife to fuck, who’s cum I would undoubtedly end up cleaning from her too. This was going to be my first real chance to be her wingman. I felt my cock begin to stiffen.

After cleaning up, we went downstairs to the bar to look for the hot guy that my wife had spotted earlier. Upon entering, I saw him at the end of the bar where he had been seated earlier, but he was now sitting with another man. The booth where we had sat earlier in the evening was now occupied, but we found a couple of seats at an unoccupied table. We got drinks and watched the hot guy interact with the man next to him for a few minutes. Turning to my wife, I said, “Shit, they’re obviously friends. How are we going to get him alone?”

My wife said, “His friend is pretty good looking, too. Why don’t we see if they would both like to join us?”

“Really?” I asked, while contemplating watching her do two guys at once. I felt my cock begin to stiffen once again.

“Sure,” she said, “I told you that even though I haven’t done more than one guy at a time in years, I’ve always liked being the center of attention. Go ask them. The worst they can do is say no. Right?”

I pounded back the last of my drink and headed up to the bar with my empty glass. Standing next to the hot guy’s friend, I ordered another round. After I paid for the drinks, I moved a step away from the bar and holding the two drinks, I caught the hot guy’s eye. “My wife and I were wondering if you two would be interested in joining us,” I said and motioned to the table where my wife was sitting. As they looked over at her, I saw my wife purse her lips and, with a twinkle in her eye, give them a kiss followed by a sly grin. The two men looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, said, “Sure. Why not?” and followed me over to the table.

After making introductions, I sat across from my wife so Don, the hot guy, could sit to one side of my wife, and Greg, his friend, could sit on the other side of her. Don was a smooth, easy talking, ladies’ man. Greg was ruggedly handsome, bigger than Don, and more athletic looking. They both flirted effortlessly with my wife as we drank, and my wife encouraged them by repeatedly touching their hands and arms as they talked.

After finishing our drinks, my wife looked at me and nodded her head, letting me know that she wanted me to make this to go farther. “My wife has a very high sex drive and she finds both of you attractive. We have a room upstairs. Would the two of you be interested in joining us?” I asked. They smiled at each other and didn’t hesitate to accept my invitation. As we made our way back up to the room, my wife was sandwiched between Don and Greg, with one of her arms around each of their çeşme escort waists. I followed behind, anticipating the scene that would soon be unfolding.

As soon as the door to our room closed behind us, my wife began kissing Don while Greg ground himself against her ass, his hands running up her sides to her tits. The two of them worked together effortlessly and soon had her dress and bra off. This was clearly not the first time that they had shared a woman.

Don put his hands on my wife’s shoulders and gently pushed her downward until she was on her knees. My wife unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to his ankles. Then, pulling his boxers down, she freed his cock and took it into her mouth. It looked about average in length; maybe slightly larger than my own. As she was sucking Don’s cock, Greg stripped out of his clothes and stood next to Don. Greg’s cock was much bigger than Don’s, at least 7-1/2 inches in length, and thick. My wife stopped sucking on Don, and looking at Greg, said, “Now, that’s a good-looking piece of meat!” She wrapped her hand around Greg’s cock and began stroking it, adding, “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”

My wife hopped up off the floor and climbed up on the bed, on her hands and knees, telling the two men, “You can take turns fucking me from behind while I suck the other one’s dick. When one of you feels like you’re getting close to cumming, you can switch off.” Motioning to Greg, she added, “You first stud. Come here and let me have some of that dick.”

Greg got on the bed behind my wife and began rubbing his dick along the slit of her pussy. Pushing back, she impaled herself on his cock and began fucking him by rocking back and forth against him. Don knelt on the bed in front of her and put his hard cock in her face. My wife opened her mouth, and he began fucking her mouth in rhythm with Greg fucking her pussy.

I watched in awe from my seat across the room as the two men spit-roasted my wife for the next 45 minutes or so; tag teaming her until she had her fill. When she was totally fucked out, my wife announced that she wanted them both to finish in her mouth. Getting off the bed, she took Don and Greg by the hand and led them to the center of the room. Kneeling between the two of them, my wife began to stroke both their cocks, Don in her left hand and Greg’s big cock in her right.

Turning her head towards me and releasing her grip on Greg, my wife crooked her index finger and motioned me over to her, saying, “Come here, Baby. I want you to get a closer look while I suck them off.”

I got out of the chair and came over to her. She patted the floor next to her and said, “Sit right here, next to me.”

I sat down to the right of her and watched in awe as she went to work on Don’s cock. My wife took the head of his cock between her lips as she continued to stroke the shaft. I could tell that her tongue was swirling around the tip of it as she sucked on him. She was giving him her best blowjob technique in order to get him off quickly and Don’s moans indicated that it was working.

Don began to thrust into her mouth in time with her strokes, trying to penetrate deeper, and I could tell he was ready to let loose. With one final thrust and a loud moan, Don began to fill her mouth. başakşehir escort My wife continued to suck on the head of his cock while messaging the underside with her tongue until she had collected every last drop of his cum in her mouth.

Releasing his cock, she turned towards me, and placing her hand behind the back of my head, pressed her lips against mine. Penetrating my mouth with her tongue, she passed Don’s cum from her mouth into mine. She continued French kissing me for a few more seconds, and then, breaking her kiss, looked up at Greg and simply said, “Next.”

Greg looked down at us and exclaimed, “That was fucking hot!”

My wife placed two fingers and her thumb around Greg’s big cock and started to slowly stroke it. Wrapping her lips around the head, she then began to suck on his dick, no more than a foot away from my face. I could see her cheeks stretch as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth in time with the strokes of her hand and a small strand of saliva hung from her lower lip.

Greg moaned softly and exclaimed, “That feels so fucking good!” as my wife continued to work on his dick.

After a couple of minutes, my wife stopped sucking, looked at me, and said, “He’s leaking a lot of pre-cum Baby.” Then, leaning into me, added, “Have a taste,” before pressing her lips to mine and kissing me deeply. I could taste his sweet pre-cum on her tongue as it penetrated my mouth.

Then, breaking our kiss, my wife took my hand in hers, placed it on Greg’s hard cock, and said, “I want you to stroke him off into my mouth.”

I heard Don exclaim, “What the…?”

But Greg said, “It’s cool, as long as she’s the one sucking me off.”

With her hand on top of mine, and our fingers intertwined, my wife began stroking Greg’s cock as she had before. Once she had established the rhythm, her hand left mine, and I continued to stroke his shaft by myself, while my wife resumed sucking him.

I had never touched a man’s cock other than my own, and I was surprised by how much bigger his cock felt than mine as I stroked it. He was hard. Very hard. His breathing became more ragged as my wife fervently sucked on him and he began to thrust into her mouth as she worked on him with her mouth, and I could tell that he was getting ready to cum.

Then, I felt his cock twitch in my hand as the first spurt of his cum shot out of him and into my wife’s mouth. I stroked him faster, like I would stroke my own cock when I masturbated, and I felt his cock spasm several more times as he emptied his balls into her mouth. My wife continued to suck on the head of his cock until he finished cumming.

Releasing the head of his cock from her mouth, but keeping her lips closed to prevent any of his cum from escaping, my wife turned towards me and sat up, so her mouth was elevated above mine. Then, pressing her lips against mine, she opened her mouth slightly and parted my lips with her tongue. Greg’s cum, mixed with her saliva, flowed from her mouth into mine. It was a huge load, and it filled my mouth.

Our tongues played with his cum in my mouth as she French kissed me. Breaking our kiss, my wife looked down at me and simply said, “Swallow.” I did as she commanded and felt the raw oyster of his cum slide down the küçükçekmece escort back of my throat.

After I finished swallowing, my wife smiled and said, “Good boy!” Greg gave me a thumbs up, but Don gave me a smirking scowl of disbelief as he slowly shook his head sideways.

As Greg and Don got dressed, my wife grabbed a pen and a sheet of note paper from the room desk. She wrote a brief note and folded the paper over. As the two were getting ready to leave, she thanked them for the fuck and handed the note to Greg.

When they were gone, I asked her what she wrote. She said, “Well, you know me, I like big dicks, so I gave him my number and told him to call me. He’s not as big as Steve, but Steve is a unicorn, which is why I.”

“What about Don?” I asked.

“Don’s nice eye candy, but his dick is nothing special,” she replied. “Plus, he didn’t seem too thrilled with our cum play. On the other hand, Greg seemed very accepting. Maybe he’ll let you lick my pussy while he fucks me. Then, when he cums in me, you can lick me clean. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Baby?”

My cock was straining for relief, so I pulled it out of my pants, and admitted, “I’ve been wanting that ever since I you tied me to the bed and had Steve fuck you right above my face. It makes me hot just thinking about it. Do you think you can convince Greg to let me do that?”

“I think he might. I’ll ask him the next time I get together with him,” My wife said as she reached over and began lightly stroking my hard cock. “Do you want me to take care this for you Baby?”

I moaned, “Please,” as she ran the fingernails of her other hand across my swollen balls.

My wife put the tip of her tongue against my ear and gently licked it. Then, withdrawing her tongue, she softly blew into it, making the hair on my arms stand on end. Whispering in my ear, while continuing to gently stroke my cock, she began teasing me, saying, “Did you like sitting next to me while I sucked them? Did you like watching their hard cocks sliding in and out of my mouth?”

“Yes,” I said softly, as she continued stroking me.

“I wanted you to help me,” she whispered. “I wanted us to suck them together, both our lips wrapped around them. I wanted us to make out with a hard cock between our lips. Doesn’t that sound like fun Baby?”

I moaned, as she began to stroke me more firmly.

“Would you like to suck a cock with me Baby?” she asked. “Can you imagine what that would feel like? A hot, hard cock sliding in and out of your mouth! It feels so good Baby!”

Stroking me faster, she continued whispering in my ear. “Does it turn you on Baby, thinking of sucking a hard cock? Would you do it for me?”

I just groaned and began to cum.

While continuing to stroke me with one hand, my wife caught my ejaculation in her other. When I finished cumming, she stopped stroking and used her index and middle fingers to scoop the cum out of the palm of her other hand. Then, holding her two cum-covered fingers up to my mouth, she said, “Suck them. Suck my fingers like they’re a cock. Suck them clean.”

I opened my mouth, took her two fingers in, and began to suck them. I used my tongue to massage the underside of her fingertips as I bobbed my head up and down on them, sucking the cum from them. My wife took her free hand, grabbed the hair at the back of my head, and began to force my mouth deeper on her fingers. “That’s it! Suck that cock for me!” she commanded.

After I finished sucking all of my cum from her fingers, she pulled my head back, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I think you’re ready to suck a real cock.” Then she kissed me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth.

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An Annex to The New Neighbour

This contains fetish subject matter and may not appeal to all.

Please read The New Neighbour Susan for background.

Susan was lying on top of me on the couch, naked after we had enjoyed some oral sex. We began to discuss things we had seen on each other’s profiles. She brought up the fetish material she had seen on mine.

“Ah yes, well about the fetish, I hope that doesn’t bother you, kind of weird I know, I can delete it.”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear “don’t you fucking dare, it’s kinky but kind of makes me horny too and I need to go.”

As my cock pulsed against her she grinned “I’m full and really, really need to go.”

Feeling my cock twitch she pushed her pussy down on me, opening her legs and allowing my cock to grow between them. I could feel her wet lips on my cock; from arousal or was she leaking?

I stood up; taking her by the hand I led her upstairs to the bathroom and turned to leave.

She called out “well do you want to watch or not?”

“Are you sure?”

“Not really, but well it’s making me horny and wet and I want to see what it’s like to piss with someone watching.”

“Ok then, just do what you normally do but sit back a little further and spread your legs more.”

Susan squatted and did as I’d asked. I had a lovely view between her legs, her partially open pussy glistened but nothing happened.

I asked if it would help if I went first. She nodded, so I stepped towards her and pointed my cock into the bowl.

She sheepishly asked if she could hold it while I pissed.

“Ok, roll back the foreskin and hold it just behind the head, not too tightly and point where you want it to go.”

She giggled and took hold of my half hard cock; I was ready and began to piss. At first she just pointed it down but then surprised me by pointing me at her now open pussy, as my hot piss hit her own piss hole she began to squirt out piss herself. A glorious stream cascaded from her.

“Oh fuck, that is so naughty and hot!” she exclaimed. “Quick bend down so I can piss all over your cock.”

I’d seen pictures of this but had never done it myself. As my cock head entered her stream it raised to a full erection. I was soon out of piss but Susan still had more.

Then göztepe escort as her piss slowed to a dribble she slid forward, leaned back more and begged me to shove my cock in her horny hole.

It was awkward but oh the feeling of my cock slowly sliding into her tunnel was like sliding into warm butter, slippery, wet and so hot. She was snug and it felt like I was pushing her inner walls aside as I went further. At some point I stopped and simply enjoyed the feeling of my cock in her pussy.

She smirked at me and said “I know you can feel me all around you, it feels good to me too. I’ve never fucked on a toilet before, it’s a bit uncomfortable but I loved the piss play.”

Sliding out of her, I helped her stand and turn around facing the sink. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, spreading her legs and bending over. Her wet hairy pussy was presented open and ready.

I stood behind her running my cock along her quim. Teasing her lips and sliding over her clit before aligning myself and slowly entering into her slippery tunnel. Taking hold of her hips I found a steady rhythm, in and out, watching her lips flare around my cock on the out and then flatten as I pushed in. My cock was soon wet with her natural secretions making for a very stimulating visual.

She began to push back at me letting me know she wanted more. In response I increased the speed of my thrusts, long and hard then short quick bursts, trying to find which pleased her more. As our rhythm got faster her tits were swaying and her buttocks rippling as I bumped into her.

I took one hand from her hip and reached for a nipple, tweaking it, then the other.

Looking back at me she said “I’m going to cum, keep fucking just like that, pinch my tit and nipple.”

“I’m close too, almost there.”

Our pace quickened just a little driving us both to the edge, I felt it first and drove hard into her as I released my sperm. My hard thrust into her drove her over the edge too. Once we came down from our orgasm highs my cock slowly slipped out followed by our combined cum.

She took a cloth from the sink and wiped her pussy. “hmm the advantage of bathroom fucking,” she said.

She then asked “how did you çorlu escort know I like it from behind? But not in my ass?”

“First, I thought you would let me know if you didn’t like it that way and secondly I don’t do asses. My cock only belongs in a pussy down there.”

She hugged me and let me know she felt the same way.

We went back downstairs to talk about our new experience. Watching a woman pee was something I had always enjoyed and been interested in. Susan admitted she was wary at first but was now more than interested and hoped we would have more opportunities.

On another occasion as we snuggled naked on the couch, I asked about a fetish I had seen on her profile. And one I wasn’t sure I would be able to help her with. She liked to be spanked! I had always been taught it was wrong to hit a woman under any circumstances.

“Susan I’m not sure I could spank you, it’s so wrong to strike a woman.”

She looked at me seriously “I appreciate your hesitation and admire your take on v******e towards women. But in this instance it wouldn’t be striking, hitting or abusing. It would be done with affection to enhance my pleasure. I can assure you I’ve never been hit or abused. But even the thought of being spanked makes me horny.” With a wicked grin she added, “I like being tied up and ravaged, in a good way, too.”

I was blown away by this revelation. I was also determined to see how this would work out between us, just like she had done with my pee fetish. Hopefully with the same result!

“Putting that aside for the moment, what other naughty fantasies do you have?”

Susan replied “We both share the exhibitionist / voyeur and have certainly enjoyed that. I’m looking forward to the nude camping. Maybe a nude beach too, you know to be completely naked in a public place.”

She rolled on top of me, letting her nipples drag across my chest, her bush tickling my partially aroused cock. “I really am a naughty girl, thinking of letting all those people see my tits and pussy. Should I spread my legs like this?” She spread her legs either side of me, pushing her pussy down on my now erect cock.

I pulled Susan up a little until my cock was nestled between her legs and brushing against ümraniye escort her wet pussy lips.

“I can feel how turned on you are, you feel so wet and slippery against my cock.”

“Ha, and who has his hard cock pressed against my delicate pussy?” At which she adjusted herself and pushed down, “oh yes mmm” she mumbled as my cock barely entered.

“Fuck Susan, your pussy feels so damn good” as I hunched up into her.

We lay there, our bodies locked together, savouring the intimate moment.

Susan ground her pussy against me as she said “I’m such a naughty girl, my pussy is so wet thinking of all those cocks, tits and pussies, such a naughty girl I am. I need to be spanked, please spank me.”

The angle was awkward but I managed to turn and swat at her bum. Surprised it felt good I did it again, and again. At each swat she grunted and ground even more on my cock.

“Yes spank your naughty girl, she needs it. Fuck that’s good, oh I’m so horny, spank me, spank me! Make me cum, oh fuck please make me cum.”

Susan had a rhythm going now so I let her lay on me and ride my cock, spanking her gorgeous bottom, urging her on to orgasm. With that velvet glove of a pussy caressing my cock I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

Taking a chance I reached between us, found her clit and gave it a pinch. Susan exploded.

“Oh fuck you bastard! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”

My cock driven by her crescendo erupted into her.

After she came down she slapped me and growled “that’s cheating you naughty man.”

Then she kissed me hard. “But you can do it again.”

As we cuddled I confessed I’d actually enjoyed spanking her and hoped I hadn’t overdone it. Susan reassured me it was perfect but now her bottom needed kissing better. I looked down and sure enough it was a little red.

I slipped from under her and with her lying on the couch began the pleasurable task of kissing her bum better. Such a delectable derriere it was too. I had her rise up a little so I could kiss her clit and make it feel better too.

Kissing led to licking and sucking not only her clit but her lips and entire cunt. Encouraged by the moans and pleasurable sounds from Susan I delved into her honey hole seeking the nectar of our combined juices. Several minutes later her body shuddered, followed by a contented sigh.

I joined Susan on the couch; our bodies entwined we drifted off to sleep. Sometime later we woke and stumbled upstairs to a warmer and much more comfortable bed.

This is a work of fiction and belongs to the author Naughtyandy4u.

Comments welcome and appreciated.

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This story was inspired by a brief sexting session I had with the lovely Vivienne Rose on Twitter several months ago.

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“This isn’t right” was all he managed to sputter out as she took a seat on his desk, legs spread open and bright pink silk panties there for all the world to see. “I mean, I’m your boss.”

If she heard him, she didn’t seem to care, and the more he thought about it, neither did her. Frank had honestly dreamed of a moment like this ever since he had first laid eyes on Rose two years ago. At the time, he hadn’t understood why a woman as stunning as she was- with thick thighs, large breasts, and an ass that made itself known no matter what she wore, was working as a cleaning lady for the office, but he’d never questioned it.

After all, it meant she was always around, and he could sneak glances at her to his heart’s content.

Frank had lost track of how many days he’d watched her work, then when it was time to clock out, rushed home to jerk off to thoughts of her. But now that she was here? He wasn’t sure what to do.

The night had started out rather normal. He was working late- a project had gone over budget and he was trying to figure out what to do, and after losing track of time realized he was probably one of the only people left in the building. The sound of squeaking wheels on tiles told him he was wrong, and that was how Rose had wound up outside his door.

After that?

Well, he wasn’t sure. They spoke for a few minutes and the next thing he knew, she was there, sitting on his desk like she’d stepped straight out of one of his fantasies, and he was helpless to do anything about it.

“It’s okay sweetie,” Rose said with a devilish smirk that made him blush, “I know you want this as much as I do.”

Her hand moved down her chest, gliding its way through her tits and along her stomach, his eyes following it the whole way, and nearly bulging out of his head when it made its way beneath her skirt and began to rub along her panties.

Rose leaned back, her free hand resting on the top of his desk while the other moved all around the soft, silk fabric. Frank was practically mesmerized by the sight, and he could feel his cock begin to strain against his pants. A part of him knew he should say something- she was an employee after all, and he was one of the highest-level executives in the building. They could get into a lot of trouble.

But he stayed silent, and instead watched as a damp spot started to form on the front of her panties. He couldn’t help but stare,

“I see this pleases you,” Rose whispered seductively, right before a moan escaped her red lips. Her head tilted back as her fingers danced along, and Frank could barely believe what was happening. He pinched himself to be sure it wasn’t a dream and shivered once he realized it was real. Rose was sitting on his desk and playing with herself.

She looked his way and smiled at the expression plastered all over his face, as well as the growing bulge in his pants. “Should I…” she said, moving her fingers to the edge of the panties, teasing him with just the briefest glimpse of her already wet pussy.

Frank nodded, unable to speak. Her fingers moved around slowly before her middle finger slipped past the panties and into her waiting lips. She gasped, then let out a whimper that made his cock jump against the crotch of his pants. He wanted to pull it out then and there but he refrained. He had something else in mind first.

“Take them off,” he said, though less of a command and more of a plea. Rose smirked, fingering her pussy a few minutes longer before gently slipping the panties down her thighs and legs. She stepped out of them without bahçelievler escort issue, but once she did, Rose kept them dangling off the end of her finger.

Frank watched as she stretched out her arm so her hand was mere inches from his face. “These?” She asked, her grin wicked as could be as she slowly swung them back and forth. His eyes were glued to the damp, pink fabric, and followed them even as the scent of her wet pussy wafted off and into his nose.

Now it was his turn to moan. “Yesss.”

Rose grinned, then looked at the clock. Without warning, she slid off the desk and slipped the panties into his suit pocket. “I still have a few more rooms to clean. But if you’re a good boy, I’ll come back and play when I’m done.”

Before he could say a word, Frank watched her walk out of his office, cleaning cart in hand as if what had just occurred was the most normal thing in the world. And maybe to her, it was. But to him, it was a dream come true, and one that did not seem to be over.

Still, he tried to get a handle on things now that she was gone. He closed the files on his computer- knowing there was no way any more work was getting done tonight, then took a deep breath.

He’d intended that to steady himself, but the moment he did, the scent of the panties in his pocket entered his nose, and Frank shuddered.

There they were. Rosie’s damp panties. Just waiting for him. He knew he shouldn’t do anything, but his cock was begging and his mind was more or less ordering him to do what something he had up until then only dreamed of.

Frank unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out. Then, he pulled the panties from his suit pocket and held them over his nose.

The scent of Rose’s pussy filled his nostrils, and he moaned as his free hand started to stroke his cock. Slowly of course- he didn’t want this to end too soon, much as he wanted to cum. Frank had no idea if she would return, or if this would ever happen again. He had to make it last.

Sitting there, lost in a haze of pleasure, he almost didn’t hear the wheels of the cleaning cart return, but he did hear Rose’s voice from the doorway. “Couldn’t wait for me?”

Frank stopped stroking his cock, but didn’t move her panties from his face. He needed them to hide the massive blush of embarrassment that had overtaken it. “You’re hard to resist.”

Slowly, Rose made her way back to the desk, her eyes locked on his cock. “I see some other things that are hard as well.” She knelt by his chair, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on her cock as she spoke. “Poor thing looks like he’s aching for a soft touch.”

In an instant, Frank froze. There was something he had always dreamed of where Rose was concerned, something he never thought would happen. Of course, he’d never expected any of this, so he might as well shoot his shot. “Wait..”

Rose looked up at him, a curious look in her eyes.

“Could you…” Frank stammered. He had never done anything like this. Never admitted this particular fantasy to anyone. “Could you use those?”

He pointed over at her cleaning cart. Specifically, to an unopened packaged of yellow rubber gloves. Frank had a massive fetish for gloves, especially rubber ones, and every time he’d seen Rose wear a pair on her cleaning rounds he’d nearly melted.

With a grin, Rose rose and headed over to the cart. She took the package and returned to the desk. Slowly, she opened it and slid each glove on, making sure to take her time. Frank was practically drooling at the sight.

“Pants off,” she ordered, and Frank nearly fell over in his zeal to do so. Rose tried not to laugh bağcılar escort at the sight, but in an instant, they were off and he sat on the chair half-naked, his erection free for her to play with. Kneeling once more, Rose rubbed her gloved fingers across his inner thigh, and Frank shivered at her touch.

Almost as an afterthought, he recalled the panties. “What about these?”

Rose’s hand gently glided along his crotch, stopping short of his balls. “You looked content with them before.”

Frank nodded, then returned them to their place over his nose. The scent, along with the sensations of her fingers teasing him, was driving him wild. He sniffed the panties and moaned at Rose’s soft touch. This was Heaven.

“Imagine it was my pussy, instead of my panties,” Rose whispered, her fingers just barely touching his shaft. The thought sent jolts through his system, and Frank did as he was told. He thought of her wet pussy resting over his mouth and nose, the scent and taste of her juices filling him as she came on his face. He moaned and instinctively thrust his cock towards her fingers.

In an instant, one of Rose’s hands pushed him back down. “Don’t get greedy” she said, her tone reminding him of a strict schoolteacher even as the feeling of her rubber-clad hand on his body sent shivers down his spine.

“Sorry.” He said and returned to sniffing her panties. Rose watched him with a smile and lightly rubbed her hand along his shaft. His cock was aching in her grasp, but she was far from finished with him. He gripped the arm of the chair with his free hand, the feeling of Rose’s hands driving him wild.

Just as he was getting used to her soft, teasing strokes, Rose’s other hand cupped his balls and began to rub them. “Fuck!” He said through panties, the feeling of her gloves running across his cock and around his balls better than he had ever imagined. But he wanted more.

“Stop,” Frank said, surprising even himself. Rose did, looking up at him curiously. “I want you to finger yourself with those… I want those gloves covered in your juices.”

Rose smiled, then stood up and plopped herself in his lap, straddling him so that she could play with herself and him at the same time. One gloved hand slipped into her already wet pussy and continued the fingering she’d started earlier, while the other one rubbed his still-aching cock.

Frank put the panties on his desk, and slid a hand under her shirt, cupping her breasts and she pleasured them both. It felt so good- all of it did, and he couldn’t help but keep going. “Get those gloves drenched in your juices..”

He wasn’t sure if she’d done this before, but Rose’s ability to multi-task was incredible. Her rubber-clad fingers slipped in and out of her glistening pussy lips even as their twin stroked his cock for all it was worth. Frank could feel her nipples in the palms of his hands, relished in the opportunity to rub her tits. Her moans were music to his ears, and though she was keeping him on edge, he didn’t care. Frank didn’t want this moment to end.

Rose’s moans increased, she was panting even as he held her there. Frank watched her fingers fuck her pussy faster and faster, then nearly jumped out of his seat as her other hand gripped his cock while she came. Waves of pleasure coursed through her while she gushed all over her glove, his lap, and his cock. Frank didn’t mind.

As she came down from her orgasm, however, he stopped her from returning her full, gloved attention to his cock. Instead, he moved his hands out from under her shirt and grabbed at her pussy-juice soaked gloved hand, brought it up to his lips, and stuck each finger ümraniye escort in his mouth. He sucked every drop of her cum off the glove, loving every bit of it while Rose watched him.

“That was so hot sweetie,” she said when he finished, “Such a good boy.” Frank smiled, then watched as she slid off his lap and back onto the floor. “You wanna cum for me?” Rose asked, and he nodded feverishly.

The feeling of both her gloved hands- one still wet with his saliva and traces of her juices, stroking up and down his cock was incredible. Frank knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he gripped the arms of the chair anyhow, in some vain attempt to hold back just a little bit longer.

But Rose’s hands were good at what they did, and with a few slick strokes along his shaft, he was ready to burst. However, that wicked grin of hers returned, and she immediately stopped stroking, though her hands stayed on Franks cock. “Beg.”

“What?” Frank asked, his sweat-drenched face twinged with need as he stared down at the cleaning lady kneeling before him.

Rose looked up at him, her expression betraying nothing. “Beg. Beg me to let you cum.” She slowly let one finger glide along his shaft, and Frank shivered.

“Please let me cum.”

She shook her head. “Not like that sweetie. Say ‘Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

Frank’s mind was frazzled. The power dynamic had shifted throughout tonight’s events, and he was no longer sure who was truly in charge. But a part of his knew if he did as she asked, it would be clear to them both. And her boss or not, it wouldn’t matter.

He also knew he needed to cum.

“Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

Another finger slowly slid across his cock. “Again.”

“Please Miss Rose, let me cum.”

One hand now, stroking him ever so slowly. “Again.”

He was practically feral with need now, this temptress keeping him just close enough to exploding that he could- would, do anything she asked. “Please Miss Rose,” his voice stuttered as he struggled to speak. “Let me cum.”

Rose smiled, drinking in his words and the submission that came with them. “Okay, sweetie. Cum for me.”

Both her gloved hands went back to work, stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls with such ferocity that Frank knew he was going to burst. He felt his balls tighten beneath the grip of the slick rubber fingers, felt his cock start to buckle in the palm of Rose’s hand.

And then, he came.

His cock exploded, streams of thick, white cum poured out with every stroke, and the glove that played with his balls was there to catch every last drop. Rose expertly milked Frank’s cock, draining his aching balls until she was certain her gloves had gotten it all. She smirked as he collapsed in his chair, then got to her feet and pulled the gloves off.

Frank watched her head back to her cart. Watched as she tossed the used rubber gloves in the trash, then skipped back over to his desk. Without warning, she kissed him, long and deep, and her red lips overpowered him to the point all he could do was sit there and let her do it. He had always dreamed of something like this, but somehow, the real thing felt different. Rose wasn’t simply kissing him.

She was marking her territory. Her lipstick stuck to his lips, letting him know in no uncertain terms that tonight, she had taken ownership of him. And right then and there, Frank understood why Rose remained a cleaning lady. She was good at it for sure, but it also gave her opportunities other positions wouldn’t.

Like staying late to seduce and conquer men like him.

“That was fun sweetie,” she said after breaking the kiss. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Frank nodded as Rose picked up her panties. She stared at them for a moment before slipping them back into his pocket. “Consider these a present… And a reminder.”

“Of what?” Frank managed to say as her deep blue eyes stared into his.

“Of who owns you.”

Then she blew him a kiss and walked away, leaving Frank alone, spent, and owned.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I don’t know what came over me. I had never been one to want to prank people let alone my own girlfriend, but the opportunity presented itself and for some inexplicable reason I acted on it.

We were at a party at a friend’s house, and she was talking to a small group of people with her back to me. Her t-shirt was short so you could see a small patch of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the waistband of the gym shorts she had on. On one side I noticed just a small touch of white fabric contrasting the black shorts and her smooth skin and realized it must be her underwear.

As a guy, and her guy in particular, I wondered what the rest of those undies looked like. Normally I would let this notion go but suddenly I was filled with a compulsion to see more. Before I could think about it more I went over and quickly yanked her shorts down. She let out a yelp of surprise as everyone around her got a good look at the white thong she had on. I got a nice look at her ass in that thong for my trouble.

We all began to laugh (including her) after the shock factor had worn off and she quickly pulled up her shorts. As some made jokes to her and me, she looked at me and grinned and said, “I’ll remember this.” as the situation died down and everyone went back to where they were. Since she was laughing about it I didn’t take it seriously.

***

6 Months Later

We were getting ready for another party, and I was watching her get dressed. I was a bit aroused seeing her half-dressed and decided to try my luck hoping maybe for a quickie or a blowjob. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and started kissing her neck while pressing my hardon up against her back.

She turned and gently pushed me away saying, “We don’t have time for that baby we’re going to be late.”

I tried to push my luck saying, “Come on baby just a little relief. Watching you get dressed has gotten me worked up.”

She giggled and said, “You really are a horny boy.” Then she gave me a sweet grin and added, “Hmm I just got an idea. A kind of kinky idea.”

Hoping my luck was changing I quickly asked, “What kind of idea?”

“I promise I’ll give you a nice long blowjob and help relive all the pressure I know you’ve built up if you wear a pair of my undies tonight. I bet that’ll help keep you ready and waiting.”

“Wear your undies? I’m not sure about that. Would they even fit?” I asked clearly skeptical of what she was proposing.

“I’ve got the perfect pair. They’ll fit you perfectly and look really sexy. Ohhh just thinking about you wearing them is making me hot.” She said.

I was still not sure, but I’ve always been willing to do anything for her if it helped me get some pussy, so I agreed.

“Oh, I’m so excited. Drop your shorts and boxers and I’ll get the maltepe escort thong for you.” she said with glee.

“Wait a minute you didn’t say it was a thong.” I interjected.

“it’s the only thing I’ve got that will hold you in. Besides it’ll make your ass look great. Don’t tell me you’re not willing to play anymore.” she said adding her pouty look she knew I couldn’t resist.

With that stripped out of my shorts and boxers and she quickly looted her panty drawer and re-appeared with a silky pink leopard spotted thong. She was right it probably was the highest cut pair of underwear she owned having an almost 90’s high cut style to them.

She handed the thong to me and said, “Dive in baby.” I slowly pulled the thong up and as I got it up around my waist first noticed the distinct pull of the strap between my cheeks. Next I noticed that they were slightly snug so it held all my junk in place. The silk rubbing me had given me a semi after only a few seconds.

She grinned at me and said, “Oh those look hot on you.” first eyeing my growing erection in the front before walking around and eyeing my bare ass between a pink leopard strap.

She then tossed my shorts at me and said, “We better get going before we’re late.”

During the ride over we chatted normally ignoring the fact that I was wearing her underwear. Once we got to the party, we merged into the festivities, and I almost forgot about my rising arousal and her promise to make it worth my while.

I say almost forgot about my increasing arousal because there was basically a tug of war going on in my shorts. The silk was rubbing my penis and making it hard. Movement was accentuating the sensation making me harder. The increased hardness up front was pulling on the silk and tugging at the strap in the back. These undies were clearly not designed with male anatomy in mind. So, the harder I got up front the tighter it felt in the back, and I was getting quite hard up front. It didn’t help that every chance she got my girl was touching or otherwise subtlety teasing me adding even more to my arousal.

At one point I had to use the bathroom and that was an adventure. I had to wait about 5 minutes over the toilet with my dick out just to let it soften enough to be able to aim properly. After going pulling the thong back into place quickly returned everything to its previous state.

I came out of the bathroom and my girl was standing there eyeing me suspiciously. “You weren’t in there playing, were you?” she asked.

I glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby before replying, “No baby I promise. But I had to wait for it to go soft a bit before going.”

“Having hard issues?!” she asked gleefully. “Show me.” she said as she manavgat escort beckoned me down towards the end of the hallway.

I followed her down to the end where she backed me into the corner. As she took a quick kiss on my bottom lip she reached down and made to unzip my shorts. I was suddenly very nervous and said, “Should we be doing this here? Can’t we go into one of the bedrooms?”

“This is kinkier. Doesn’t the thought of someone maybe seeing us turn you on?” she asked in a sultry voice.

After hours of pent-up arousal all I could do is mutter a quick yes while stealing another kiss. She gave me a what I knew was her horny grin before opening the flies on my shorts and dropping them. I kicked them out of the way behind her while we both pulled my shirt off and throwing it over with the shorts.

She then ran her hands over my chest and ending down on my erection. A few gentle strokes and I was at peak arousal. Just when I thought we were about to really get into it she suddenly pulled back. She then gave me a purely wicked grin before turning and picking up my clothes moving backwards towards the other end of the hall slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked a little panic in my voice as she continued to walk backwards. I began to walk towards her as I said, “If we’re done give me my clothes back.”

As we neared the other end of the hall I was now fully panicked and told her, “Come on baby give me my clothes back.” By this point she was at the end of the hall and beckoned me towards her with her finger. I quickly moved towards her.

Once I got to her she gave me one more wicked grin before grabbing my arm and pulling me out into the main area before saying as loud as she could, “Hey everybody look at Brian!”

Before I fully realized what had happened there I was in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pink leopard thong with a massive erection in the front. The room was suddenly filled with riotous laughter and pointing.

A group of girls to one side were giggling and one said, “Oh my god look he’s wearing a thong!!”

Another girl next to her said, “And he’s so hard wearing it!”

One of my girl’s friends appeared at her side and said, “Oh my god Jess he really does like wearing those. Look how he’s getting them wet.”

Another girl chimed in saying, “They look better on him then they do on you.”

As all the girls were giggling and making their comments the guys in the room were registering their amusement as well by whistling and cat calling.

I was red hot with embarrassment and panic and moved toward Jess. When I did, she ran away. As I chased after her, I heard one of the guys call after me, “Go get her thong boy.” I chased her though the şişli escort kitchen and out the backdoor and into the yard.

I finally caught up to her behind a couple of trees where she was watching me with a highly satisfied look on her face. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked.

All I could do at that point was stare at her dumbfounded with embarrassment and shock still coursing through my system. And of course, I was still quite vulnerable since I was still only wearing her thong. After a few seconds all I could manage to utter was, “What the hell?”

She gave me a satisfied smirk before saying, “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it? You showed everyone my underwear and I did too. Only they were on you.”

My mind suddenly went back to when I had pantsed her months back and it fully dawned on me that I had been had. “Oh come on baby that isn’t the same thing. Hardly anyone saw your undies when I pantsed you. Everyone in there just saw me wearing this.” I blurted out.

She smirked at me again before walking around me slowly and saying, “Like I said payback’s a bitch. And you’re hardly in a position to argue since I’ve still got your clothes.” she added as she gave one of my exposed ass cheeks a slap.

“Ok baby I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry and I’ll never pants you again. Now can I please have my clothes back?” I pleaded looking around to see if anyone was watching us.

By then she had come back around to my front side and looked down at my front before saying, “I think you secretly like being exposed. You’re saying no but your penis is saying yes.”

I looked down and to my horror/surprise noticed that in spite of all the humiliation and the fact that I was still quite vulnerable I was still quite hard. Embarrassment and chasing had made me forget about the tug of war inside my thong.

As if on que from her observation my hardon inched up a little causing a tug in the back. I made to adjust the strap, but it made little difference. If anything, it was worse since trying to pull the strap out a little caused the front panel to rub my hardon more and it gave a couple of throbs.

She was quick to spot this and after a small giggling fit said, “Oh my god how long have you been dealing with that?”

I felt the heat rising up in me again before saying, “Almost as long as I’ve had this thing on. It’s like a tug of war in my undies. These undies clearly weren’t designed for a guy to wear.”

After another fit of giggles this one lasting a little longer, she finally decided to have mercy on me and said, “I guess a tug of war in my thong is punishment enough.” before handing me my clothes. As I pulled my shorts up, she couldn’t resist once more tormenting me by giving my erection a quick squeeze and stroke before zipping them up for me. This of course set the tug of war back to full force.

She kissed me before saying, “I guess we better go home and take care of that.” she said patting the front of my shorts. “Unless you want to rejoin the party thong boy.”

“Hell no lets get out of here.” I said. We left quietly and went home to finish the fun we stared hours before.

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My wife Kathryn and I were into roleplaying games. We would join a group of friends to play the game for an evening. Often we would flirt and have a bit of foreplay in character so that by the time we got home we would be hot and horny and have some of our best sex.

“Have you decided on a character for tonight’s game?” I asked Kathryn.

“Rick suggested a character race for me. So I’m going to try it.” she answered. Rick was our group’s dungeon mater (DM). What the DM said during a game went.

I made up an elf character for the game. Kathryn has a thing for elves and I was hoping to get her going during the game. I asked Kathryn what she was going to be playing, but she wouldn’t tell me.

As we were leaving I notice Kathryn was wearing a sexy little black dress the hugged every curve of her body. “wow, are you wearing that just to go role playing?” I asked. She just grinned, picked up her dice and headed out the door.

We arrived at Rick’s house for the game. There was another couple, Phil and Janet joining tonight’s game. şişli escort Rick noticed Kathryn’s dress and commented on how good she looked. Rick’s wife, Wanda and Kathryn had been friends since high school. To my surprise Wanda wasn’t at tonight’s game. She was away on a business trip. Kathryn didn’t seem surprised.

We started playing. I described by character as an elven archer and Phil was playing a halfling rogue. Both Kathryn and Janet said they were giants from a nomadic tribe that didn’t wear clothing. Rick quickly said he’d give them each enough experience to level up if dressed in character. Kathryn and Janet looked at each other and the next thing I knew their clothes were coming off. I was instantly hard seeing my wife take her clothes off in front of our friends and seeing Janet naked was a trill. I’d been imaging what she’d look like naked since I met her.

I wasted no time and started flirting in character. Phil followed lead and started flirting with both Kathryn and tuzla escort Janet. Kathryn laughed at both of us and said an elf and a halfling won’t have anything big enough to satisfy a giant. Janet quickly said, “yeah, Phil is barely big enough in real life to satisfy me. His little halfling doesn’t have a chance with my giant character.

We played a bit longer and our party ended up at an inn. When we entered Rick described a muscular male giant who was standing at the bar. Rick described him as “very MALE”. Kathryn giggled and said, “very male sounds like what I’m looking for.”

It finally dawned on me that Rick had suggested this naked giant character for Kathryn and I wondered if he had suggested it for Janet as well. I was getting angry, but I couldn’t say anything, because the main rule of the group was no arguing with the DM. So I excused myself and went to the washroom just to get out or the room long enough to calm down.

When I reentered the room, Kathryn was describing pendik escort her character giving the male giant a blow job. Rick said, “if you act it out I’ll give you enough experience to level up again.”

Kathryn got up and walked over to Rick. As she did, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a monster cock. Kathryn paused for a moment when she saw it and said, “that’s at least twice the size of Joe’s.” I was angry that she had just said that in front of our friends, but it was true. Before I could react, my wife was swallowing my friend’s cock right in front of me.

Janet wanted some of the giant cock as well and both women sucked and licked Rick’s cock until he finally told them to bend over the couch. He stood behind and standing pounding them doggy style. He started with Kathryn and went back and forth between both women. When rick finally cam he was deep inside my wife. Phil and I just sat there stunned. We couldn’t believe we had just sat there and watched at Rick fucked both our wives.

When we got home I wanted to fuck, but Kathryn said she wouldn’t be able to feel my little cock not that Rick stretcher her.

We’ve had several game nights since then and Rick has fucked Kathryn at each one. I’ve only been allowed to fuck her once since and the entire time I was in her, she told me how much bigger Rick’s cock is and how it is so much more satisfying.

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@2020 by Brenda Goodwin

(This story deals with fem-dom, sissification, diaper wetting. If that offends you please read something else.)

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“You’re still playing that World of Warcraft game I see. Well, I am going to bed.”

“That’s OK hun, I got a new “white-noise” machine so the noises won’t keep you up. Just put in the earbuds on the side table and I will turn it on for you.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just play on the computer downstairs in the den?”

“George, you know I prefer my computer here in the bedroom. The den is your room. This is a gaming computer. It’s a lot faster than yours. Besides, you just say that so you can lay there and masturbate anyway. So go ahead. I wont be watching what you are doing. I need to concentrate on the game. I am with a group of players on a new quest.”

I decided to try the earbuds to help me relax. “Fuck her anyway. I don’t care,” I thought as I put the little wireless buds in and crawled into our soft king-size bed. I knew we wouldn’t be having any sex anyway. After 35 years of marriage, once she got through menopause her sex drive had completely dried up. I think we fucked maybe two times in the past 3 years.

I wasn’t to bothered by it anyway. After all, I spent the last 15 years traveling for work at least 2 times a month and banging every cute piece of ass I could find. Mostly straight sex but occasionally some kinkier stuff, even visiting a couple of leather clubs in different towns to find some submissive bitch to tie up and fuck. Not to mention a few gals from the different company offices I visited.

I was a VP of sales for a national company and traveled to our offices in about 25 states regularly. I did love my wife but I always had a strong sex drive that she couldn’t keep up with. Gayle was a great trophy wife for years, and we did raise a fine family and all that normal stuff, but we just never had the great sex I desired. Anything other than vanilla, missionary style sex was “weird” to her.

So I slipped under the covers and wrapped a hand around my nice hard 5″ dick and stroked a bit. The noise in the ear buds was like nice soothing waves falling on the beach. I thought of that gal a couple years ago in San Diego. The black haired girl I fucked on the beach there. She did have a hot bod, that’s for sure. Soon I was grabbing the little washrag off the side table and pumping a nice load into it.

I noticed my wife look over and smile as I fell sleep. The next few nights were pretty much reruns. She played her games and I jerked off. A few days later I was stroking but couldn’t stay hard enough to finish. I figured I was just over tired from work, and went to sleep. I wouldn’t have to worry about that much longer. I was now just 10 days from retiring.

The next night was more of the same. WTF! I never had a problem staying hard before. Well, might as well just go to sleep.

“George! George! Wake up damn it”

Gayle was shaking me awake and seemed mad. “What, What time is it? Is the house on fire?” As I pulled out the ear buds, I felt it. The bed was wet under me.

“You just wet the bed. That’s what. Quick get the sheets up before it ruins the mattress. What’s going on? Is something wrong with you. You’ve never done that before. Go clean up while I change the bed!”

I went to the bathroom and stripped out of my wet pajama bottoms and pissed some more. After cleaning myself up I grabbed another pajama bottom and went back to bed. “I’m really sorry Gayle. I think I was dreaming that we were out somewhere and I went to the bathroom to take a leak. That’s when you woke me. I can’t believe I actually peed.”

“Well I will forgive you this time, but if it happens again you are going to the doctors. I refuse to sleep in a wet bed!”

“OK, OK. I’m sure it was just an odd occurrence.”

It happened again 2 nights later and Gayle called and made a doctors appointment with some kind of specialist. She said that she informed them of the wetting and lack of hardness, lol. It was not until next Wednesday.

I got home from work Friday, and greeted Gayle with a kiss as always. Dinner smelled great and she seemed in a good mood. We had our usual evening in. I watched some sports while she did whatever it was she did.

I finally decided it was time for bed and went upstairs to the bedroom. Gayle was playing her game and paused it when I entered. “The bag on the bed is for you. Maybe it will help till we get to the doctor next week.”

I opened it to find a pack of Attends, adult diapers. “What the hell is this all about. I’m not gonna wear these to bed.”

“Then I guess you are sleeping on the couch tonight, because I am not going to roll over onto a wet spot again. And you better put something on the couch so you don’t hurt the leather!”

“Oh fine, I will wear one. You are right. I shouldn’t force you to be uncomfortable too.

“You want help putting it on?”

“I think I can figure it out. I did diaper our kids, remember?”

“OK, gümüşhane escort you go to bed, I’m gonna play a while longer. Don’t forget your earbuds.”

Hoping I wouldn’t be disappointed again tonight, I at least hoped to jerk off before sleeping. I slipped into the bathroom and opened up the diaper and checked the tabs before putting it on. I barely got the last tape in place and felt myself getting hard in the soft folds of the diaper.

I tried to be invisible as I snuck back to the bed. I really didn’t want Gayle to see me in it. Of course she turned around in her desk chair as soon as I appeared and even worse, she seemed to have a strange grin as she saw me.

“Why don’t you model them for me Georgie?” She teased.

Blushing, I wanted nothing of it and quickly got into bed, plugging in my earbuds. I certainly didn’t want her to see that I was tenting out the front of the diaper a bit. It was hard to reach inside and stroke but it felt great rubbing the soft inner material against my dick. I groaned a bit as I came hard into the diaper. Harder than I had in a long time. But, as morning came I was I a very wet diaper. I guess I did need some protection.

Gayle woke me up by pulling my ear buds out. “Looks like my baby wet her diaper pretty good she teased. I think a little even leaked out the side. You better get up and shower. And while you are in there you better shave your crotch as best you can, otherwise you may be more susceptible to a diaper rash. If you want you can use the hair remover cream. That way it wont itch when it grows back.

I read the directions on the Nair and spread it on myself. After waiting the recommended time I hoped in the shower just as it started to burn a bit. It was strange not seeing any hair around my dick after all these years.

Gayle must have heard the shower go off and was suddenly standing there with a towel for me. “Wow, you look good like that, hun. Maybe even bigger,” she said with a smile. After I was dry she led me back to the bed and stroked me until I got hard. “Before I get carried away let’s see if you remember how to lick a clitty George!” She spread her legs and pulled down my head to her crotch. As I licked her for the first time in years, it occurred to me that she was also smooth as a baby down there.

After she came she allowed me to fuck her, but for the first time ever she was on top. Mmm, I thought, maybe I wont be giving up all sex after I retire if she is coning back around to enjoying it again. I soon squirted my load in her, and we both rested a bit before going down to breakfast.

A pretty boring Saturday, although Gayle went out to buy a new dress for the retirement party. We ordered a pizza, watched TV a bit and headed upstairs. Gayle grabbed a diaper from the bag and holding it up, turned to me. “Let me help you with this tonight Georgie!” She opened it up on the bed and told me to get naked. After the mornings sex, I figured OK. If that’s whats turning her on I might as well go for it.

I stripped and laid on the bed over the diaper. She came back to the bed but now had some baby powder and and diaper rash cream with her. She rubbed the cream all around my bottom. She did seem to spend some extra time around my bottom hole. By the time she coated my cock and scrotum I was already getting hard. She playfully slapped at it saying, “none of that Georgie, save it for morning.” Then she coated me with baby powder and tucked my cock between my legs before trapping it there with a snug, and tightly fastened diaper. .

I went to get under the covers and she told me she wasn’t done yet. She reached into a shopping bag she had brought home with her. “After it leaked a bit last night we need another layer of protection. I tried to get you a diaper cover that was plain white but they were all too big for you. This is all they had that would fit you”

She came over to the bed and started to fit a pair of bright pink pantys with rows of ribbon on the bottom and a plastic liner up my legs.

“Do I really have to wear them,” I moaned.

“Yes you do until I can find something else, or you stop waking up wet. Oh they look so cute on you. Like a little baby girl. I should call you Georgia instead.”

When she finished laughing I told her to enjoy it now because after I see the Dr. we will figure this out and this diaper shit will end.

She put my ear buds in and kissed me goodnight and started went to her computer. I thought nothing of it and reached down to play but could hardly feel myself with the added layers. But they felt so nice and satiny. I felt myself stirring but couldn’t quite get hard the way I was tucked down. I soon drifted to sleep listening to the waterfall sounds. They sounded like they were talking to me. I certainly never saw her taking pictures of me before she came to bed.

Sunday morning came and I was totally wet again. It felt kinda nice being wet and the plastic hatay escort panty kept it nice and warm. I was enjoying the feeling and rubbing over the outside of the panty when Gayle woke up and noticed. “Does my baby like her pretty panty?”

“Oh I was just checking if it was dry darling. But it does feel nice and soft.” Why did I admit that damn it.

“Really, well maybe I should get you some nice soft satiny pantys to wear during the day. I bet that now that you are all smooth, they will feel amazing on your skin.”

“No that’s ok. You don’t need to do that. I’m fine with my cotton boxers.” It did sound like fun to wear something soft like that, but what the fuck. I’m a man and will wear boxers as always. I hope I sounded sincere.

I thought we were going to have sex again, after my shower, but I came out to find Gayle already dressed. “I’m going to the grocery and do the shopping Georgia. You can make yourself some breakfast. Do me a favor though. Do the dishes and take care of the kitchen and put a load of laundry in for me.”

Her innocent eyes look told me she really wanted me to help out. “OK, if you insist I will take care of it. I need to do the lawn today too.”

I took care of the kitchen and laundry and was starting the lawn when she pulled into the attached garage. I asked if she wanted help and she just waved me off. When I had finished the lawn I went in and found she had made tuna salad for lunch. I downed a sandwich and a half and a glass of milk and went to shower off the sweat from mowing.

I went to get dressed and found a pair of satiny purple pantys on the bed. They had lace trimming on the leg openings and a lace insert above the crotch. I felt how smooth they were in and out. So soft, I thought. She must have put them out for me so I guess I should please her and wear them. Maybe I will get some more sex if I do. Let’s face it, after I am retired I am not going to get any on the road anymore. I better treat her well so she wants more. I slipped on the panty and some sweats and went downstairs.

“Did you find the present I left you Georgia?”

“Yes, thank you. And I did put them on for you. But please stop calling me that?”

“Calling you what?”

“You know, Georgia.”

“Well sweetheart, you are wearing women’s pantys, and you did have pink frothy pantys over your diaper so maybe George isn’t fitting for you anymore. I kind of like Georgia.”

“Whatever!”

She grabbed me by the ear like a child and said, ‘don’t you whatever me. If you are acting like a baby girl I will treat you like one. Now go finish the laundry.” She gave me a swat on the ass as she sent me off in the direction of the laundry room.

Calling after me she said, “and you should be grateful I took the time to buy you those pretty pantys!”

That evening we went upstairs for bed. She told me to take off my sweats and show her the pantys I was wearing. She ran her hands over the smooth purple satin and my member began to strain at the fabric. “Okay Georgia sweety, up on the bed.”

Fuck. As I got on the bed she grabbed a diaper. “Pantys off girl!”

I slid them off and set my ass on the unfolded diaper. She started with the baby cream and powder. She then slid something she called a booster pad inside the diaper and tucked my semi hard cock back under me again. I was soon pinned tight as she then pulled up the fluffy pink diaper cover again. She took off her clothes and put on a really short baby doll nightie with no pantys and sat in her computer chair and booted it up.

“I want you over here on your knees. Baby girl is gonna lick mommy while she is on line.”

It was certainly a command not a request and I went and knelt before her. She made me back under her desk and before pushing my earbuds in told me to get busy. I always loved the taste of pussy and was soon lost licking to the rhythms in ears. I good tell from her thighs squeezing my head tight and the extra flow of her juices when she came. And she must have cum at half dozen times. My knees were sore and my tongue was tired before I was released from my under desk prison and allowed to go to bed. I could feel that my diaper was already wet as I crawled under the cover and fell asleep.

Monday was a regular work day and nothing unusual happened. I was diapered as usual but didn’t spend time under the desk. I didn’t get to play with myself either, which was something I wanted to remember to do before she secured me so tightly in my diaper.

I showered Tuesday morning and went to dress. As I opened my drawer for a pair of boxers, all I saw was a rainbow of pantys and panty girdles. I grabbed the plainest pair of white ones I could find. Gayle came in as soon as I pulled them up and remarked how good looked on me.

“They will look better if you adjust a bit Georgia. Here let me help you. These are made to fit snug.” She reached in and pushed my dick to the back and popped my balls somehow so ısparta escort they didn’t show and pulled the panty up tight.. “There. That’s how they are supposed to fit. Now get dressed and get to work. I will see you at the restaurant at 2pm.”

“What happened to my boxers? And what id someone notices?”

“Your boxers are all cut up and in the trash. You can get more if you stop needing diapers. As long as I have to put up with a hubby that needs baby diapers, you will wear what I say is that clear?”

“Yes Gayle.”

“And who the hell is going to notice them! Are you planning to run through the office without pants off to celebrate your retirement. I am sure your secretary, Jennifer, would love that.”

“No, I’m doing anything stupid like that.”

“Good! Now get dressed. Coffees ready and I will have breakfast ready in 5.”

“OK. You know I can’t wait to see the new dress you bought for the party. I am looking forward to seeing you in it.”

“Yes, and that’s another reason you need to stay tucked away down there. You don’t want to be tenting your pants at your party when you see me in it.” She headed for the kitchen with a laugh as I finished dressing in my fanciest suit, and then had some breakfast before my last drive to work.

It would be my last day at work and I was looking forward to saying goodbye to old friends and acquaintances. The company was hosting the retirement party for me at a local restaurant. We were basically closing at 1 to give everyone time to get there. I was antsy all morning as the smooth panty girdle was keeping me smoldering in my pants all morning. I was basically cruising the office shaking hands and getting hugs, mostly from the employees that would not be there later. About 20 of the top brass would be there and of course my personal assistant Jennifer. Due to her loyalty, I pushed for her to be allowed to replace me. It was approved and would be announced at the event.

A little about Gayle and myself is probably in order. I was the proof that short guys good rise to the top in the corporate world. At just 5’6 and still only a 28 inch waist I was short and thin. It didn’t take long for my sales ability and some extra efforts to take me up the ladder. I was definitely a go-getter from the start. My boyish good looks never seemed to fade as I still could pass for 50. Sure my hair was a bit long, and I couldn’t grow a beard if I wanted to, but it never stopped me from closing big deals with taller snooty corporate execs I dealt with.

Gayle was 2 inches taller than me without heels on, with a gym toned body. She spent an hour a day at the gym. After all, she didn’t work and needed something to do during the day, especially after the kids were gone. She was a perfect size 8, and had the prettiest eyes ever, and a smile that would make one weak in the knees. Too bad about how menopause affected her. But then maybe she was coming out of that. So,I guess we should both be thanking our late parents for our good genes.

When I got to the restaurant with Jennifer, we went to the bar and Mike, the CEO was there. I went and shook hands and he bought us drinks. We had a little small talk as others trickled in. Just as the hostess was ushering us to the private backroom, Gayle made her entrance. All eyes seemed to turn her ways as she walked over to me wearing a sequined red body-con dress that missed her knees by a few inches. With her 3″ heels she towered over me as we embraced and she leaned down to kiss me. She gave Mike a casual hug, but her hugging Jenifer like a long lost lover almost made me swoon. She finished by giving Jennifer a little kiss on the lips after whispering something in her ear.

So, anyway, we all ended up in the private room for a great lunch and some, thankfully short, speeches in my honor. I got up to speak last. I thanked everyone for their work and dedication to building a great sales force. I finished by announcing Jennifer as my replacement and I think she almost fainted. The hug and kiss I got form her was almost as nice as the severance package I received from Mike.

I had a few more drinks during and after the dinner, and was feeling pretty good. At least until Gayle whispered in my ear to be careful how much I drank. “You certainly wouldn’t want to have an accident in your pantys. And remember you have a Dr. appointment tomorrow.”

We finally said our goodbyes and headed home with Gayle driving, of course. She did mention on the way home that she had invited Jennifer to dinner Saturday.

I wasn’t really in need of dinner after the late luncheon, and booted up my computer in my den. Through the speakers I could hear that same white noise stuff that I listened to at night. I would ask Gayle about it later. I checked some usual stuff, like the stock market and sports scores and thought I might look at some good ole porn. But lets make sure Gayle doesn’t have anything planned.

From the door of the den I called out to her. “Hey honey, do you have anything planned? I want to get some planning and stuff done on the computer. And why do I hear that noise stuff we use at bedtime on here?”

No, I am just gonna play WOW for a while. You should change out of your suit if your going to be lounging around though. And yes, I loaded the program on your computer to help you concentrate. Now come up and change!”

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