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This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn’t your thing, turn back now.

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The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, “are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?” We had driven into an industrial area of the city full of old buildings and warehouses. It was after 11pm and we were out in front of a rundown single story building. No sign, only a number. A single lightbulb over the door lit the area.

“Yeah, this is the place,” I replied. Although I have never been here before I was certain we had arrived at destinations of my darkest fantasies. This happens to be a bath house with a certain reputation. The clientele runs from leather tops to extreme pigs. I had read, and reread online postings about this hell hole. And I couldn’t wait to go inside.

“You’re the boss. $7.50 for the ride,” he says giving me a “you’re crazy” look in the mirror. I hand him $15 for his troubles and make my way to the door. Although it was a mild night I shivered as I opened the door and step into a small lobby.

The attendant behind the desk is wearing a leather vest and thong. After taking my money, he hands me the key to my room and a towel. “What color do you want?” It’s obvious I don’t understand. “You know, are you a top? Bottom? The color tells others what you’re into.” He’s holding a box full of bandannas of all sorts of colors.

Although I don’t know the color codes, I’m sure which one I want. “Brown,” I reply. That solicits a raised eyebrow as he ties the bandana onto my arm. I’m buzzed through the locked door.

I can’t help but feel that I’ve stepped into a cheesy gay porn flick. Electronic music is playing. A few guys are sitting on a couch talking. Others are walking around. All are either naked or have their towels around their waist. I find my way to the corridor that leads to my room. There are about 12 rooms in this hallway. I hear the sounds of sex coming from more than one of them. Just before I reach my door I pass an open door. Inside is a guy spread out on his bed stroking a half-hard cock. Yeah, this is going to be an interesting night.

I enter my room and quickly strip. My cock is already at half mast. I remind myself to take it easy and build up to what I hope is an encounter that matches my fantasy. You see, I’ve come here in search of some cock, but more importantly, I’ve decided I wanted to be dominated. In fact, I want to be totally abused and be a human toilet. Thus my choice of the brown bandanna. The attraction to this bath house is the basement. Downstairs are old locker rooms from it previous life. The old grimy showers now serve a different kind of showers.

I knew from all my readings (accompanied by some heavy duty jacking off) that there was a small maze with glory holes. I figured I’d start the night off with an appetizer first. It took a little while to find the entrance. The maze was dimly lit by the black lights. kırklareli escort Cheap plywood walls were painted black to enhance the mood. Every few feet a new corridor would open and dead end at a glory hole. The first one I passed already had a guy on his knees working over a cock. After watching for a minute or two I ventured on, finding a spot for me. I sat on a low bench and began to play with my half hard dick. The glory hole was right at face level. I could see other men walking down the maze hallway on the other side.

After a couple of minutes a guy turns and walks up to the hole. His towel is being lifted by his erection. Reaching under the towel he begins to stroke his cock. Putting my fingers through the wall I’m rewarded with his hard shaft in my hand. I give his dick some tugs and watch a nice drop of precum form at the tip. Gripping his balls I coax his shaft through the hole and into my eager mouth.

I pull down on his balls and run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft several times. “Suck it pig,” comes from the other side. I slide his cock into my mouth as deep as it can go. Without warning he begins to drill his cock into my face. For a moment I was taken back, but I wanted to be abused, so I braced myself for a good face fucking. He pounds his cock hard hitting the back of my throat every time. He pulls out and commands, “clean those balls pig.”

His low hanging ball sack is now on my side of the wall. I begin by giving each of his balls a good once over with my tongue. I open my mouth wider and slurp his hairy balls into my mouth. Reaching up I grab his cock and begin stroking him hard. “Oh yeah pig, work that cock.” I can feel his balls tightening up. I try to take my mouth off his balls so I can sallow his cum, but he has other plans. “Don’t move pig. I want to cum on your face and head.” Sounds like a plan to me! I suck down on his balls harder and give his dick some hard yanks. “Fuck yeah pig.” His cock has swollen in my fingers and his ballsack has gotten tight. I know it’s coming soon. He mutters “Fuckkkkkk,” and explodes cum. Since I’m down low sucking his balls the majority of his cum land on the top of my head and face. I quickly move my mouth to milk the last few drops of warm cum from his dick. “Good little pig,” is all I hear as he leaves.

Tonight I wanted to be an absolute pig. So I left his cum in my hair and on my face as I left the maze. Between the brown bandanna and the sticky cum, I was getting a lot of attention. I was exploring more of this pig paradise when I see the door to the basement. It’s was one of those old doors with the frosted glass in the top half and the words “locker rooms” in old flaky paint. I stood there for a moment, unsure if I should head downstairs. Am I ready for what I’ve been fantasizing about for so long? I had planned this trip for too long to not finish the play.

Opening the door I see the stairway leading down. It’s dark, musty and totally grundgy. Like taking the stairs down to Hell. afyon escort As I descend faint smells of stale piss and cum begin to reach my nose. There’s a single dim bulb on at the bottom. At the landing is the door into the locker room. Inside are two well built men in leather chaps and nothing else. There are a few empty beer bottles scattered around. I hope they have finished these bottles recently. One of them walks up to me, his thick cock pointing at the floor. Spotting my brown bandanna he tells his friend, “looks like we have ourselves a real pig. What do you want pig?”

“Anything you want to feed me sir,” I respond.

He pulls my towel off, stating, “you won’t be needing this for a while.” His buddy pushes me down on the floor. I take his cock into my mouth, working it the best I can. But these guys aren’t down here for just a simple blowjob. Grabbing my head he shoves his dick in deep, down the back of my throat. I gag hard, which just turns him on more.

“I think he needs some training,” he states. He backs his cock out just a bit and then rams it home again. Gaging again, my stomach does a few flips. This of course encourages him to go harder and deeper. He drives his cock deep and his balls slam against my chin. His long cock is covered with my drool, making it even more slick.

Noticing my rock hard cock, the other guys proclaims, “he likes his training.” After a couple more thrust of his long cock, I’m laid out the long bench that runs between a row of lockers.

The first guy straddles the bench over my face. “You’re a pig. You know what to do.” He lowers his ass over my face so I can rim him. His hole has some dried shit left over from his last dump. I work my tongue in, out and around, making sure to get every little bit of his dried shit cleaned up. Tasting his dried shit is has an instant impact on my cock. Its swells even more dripping precum. He decides to help me out by grinding his hairy ass hard into my face. My nose is buriedo in his shit hole My cock is rock hard at this point. I push my tongue into his shit tube as he bears his weight down on me. At the same time he is pulling and twisting my cock, making it hurt and feel so good at the same time.

We go on for several minutes until his buddy interrupts us. “Fuck dude hurry up, I got to take a wicked piss and don’t want to waste it.” My top climbs off of me, letting me take a full breath of the stale locker room air.

“I’ve got something for you pig.” I roll off the bench and look at the other man. He’s holding his cock, motioning for me to kneel if front of him. I gladly assume the position, waiting for his hot piss. Grabbing the back of my head he aims his piss hose directly at my face. An arch of yellow piss squirts out of his cock and hits my chest. After a few seconds delay the full steam of piss begins. I open my mouth and allow his salty hot urine flow in. I sallow but his piss keeps coming, overflowing out of my mouth and covering my chest and down to my hard cock. Pretty amasya escort soon a puddle is forming around me. As his piss stream slows down I take his cock directly into my mouth. I eagerly suck the last few drops from the tip of his dick.

The first guy was taking all of this in. “Damn, you are a pig.”

I’m kneeling in a puddle of piss, stroking my cock. “You haven’t reached my limit yet, sir,” I respond.

“We’ll see about that. Hope you didn’t get that brown rag by accident. Get back on the bench pig, we have unfinished business.”

I stand and the cold piss runs off my body. I lay back down on the bench with a pretty good idea what is likely to come next. He straddles the bench again, his ass hovering a foot above my face. I reach up between his legs to find a huge cock growing hard. But my eyes are locked on his sphincter. “Let’s see if you’re a true pig.” I feel his body tense as he bears down. A few seconds later his shit hole opens some, then closes. I can feel my cock pulsate it’s so hard. Again his shit hole opens, but this time wider. “You better be fucking ready pig.”

His rosebud closes, but not completely. He tenses and pushes and this time his shit breeches the hole. He doesn’t move, so I watch as his log snake out and down the few inches to me. I’m now pulling hard on his huge dick. I open my mouth just in time to take in the warm shit. The initial taste is bitter, but somehow this just turns me on more. A day’s worth of shit slides from his ass and into my mouth. I can feel the weight of the shit in my mouth. It’s warm against my tongue.

As his stands up he asks, “How’s that pig?” My head is tilted back a little with my mouth wide opened. Six inches of shit deposited in my mouth. I’m now yanking on my own cock, nearly pulling it off I’m so aroused.

“Here, let me help you with this,” my top says. He straddles the bench one more time, but this time his cock is facing me. Using his fingers he points his thick, hard cock towards my shit filled mouth. My eyes open wide as I watch him dip his cock into the shit he deposited only a few seconds ago.

He slowly begins to fuck my mouth. Each stroke pushes his shit deep into my mouth, smearing it all around. He pulls his feces covered cock out of my mouth and slide it around my face. “I hear a shit facial is good for the skin,” he laughs. But I can tell he’s getting excited as his cock is oozing precum. I reach up and pull his dick back into my mouth. The face fucking is getting real now. He gets into a rhythm. I move my tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Oh yeah, fuck that feels good.” I had forgotten about his buddy until I spot him jerking off out of the corner of my eye. Soon he moves in close and unleashes a huge load across my face. Fresh cum mixes with the shit already on my face.

Seeing this must have been the trigger because within a few more strokes down my throat I feel my top’s dick swell up. With a final thrust, he plunges his cock deep and explodes deep in my mouth. His hot cum mixing with the shit remaining in my mouth. I suck it to extract the last few drops of his cum.

He stands up and reaches for my cock. I very quickly reach an orgasm I will not soon forget. Gritting my teeth, I moan and empty my balls on his hand and my stomach. My two leather tops walk out of the locker room. As they exist I hear, “oink”.

Yes indeed, I was an extreme pig.

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Author’s note: Sorry to all my readers that it took so long to get this story up. My life had a curveball thrown to it. I am now back to writing. I hope you all enjoy this story! Thanks for the support and comments! Please keep them coming!

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After my loss to Tiffany, I really wanted to be left alone. I knew I had the tag team match at the end of the week, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Sean was a different story. Sean had blown up my phone with three calls and five text messages to see if I wanted to start training today. The answer was no. I needed to be alone. I needed to get out of my place. I knew that I had to do some sort of exercise. I did have a gym membership so I decided that I could just throw on some music and lift some weights. As I walked in, the place was packed. It was loud and definitely not what I was looking for. I was about to walk out when I noticed a yoga class starting. I had taken yoga a few times during college, but that was mainly to meet girls. I wanted quiet and yoga was definitely quiet.

I rented a mat from the desk and followed the class inside. There were probably about fifteen to twenty people in the room. I found a spot in the back of the class and rolled out my mat. The instructor told us to start out with ten minutes of meditation. As I sat there and closed my eyes, all my matches and experience came forward.

Ashley was the first. How the hell was she one of the trainers? She was a bartender. I mean how did she get involved in the wrestling league? Was she feeding information to the girls that I went up against? Was she plotting against me from the beginning or did she actually stay neutral? Could I trust her? She seemed to genuinely like me. But was that an act?

Tiffany was next. Something didn’t add up. At first it seemed like she didn’t want to be the champion, but she was extremely good at what she did. How did someone so sweet and innocent get involved in something like the sex wrestling league? Would I ever get another chance for the title match against her?

Lindsey came up after Tiffany. Was she for real about training me? Was she going to try to mess with my career? I realized that my major problem was that I didn’t know who I could trust and who I couldn’t. The only people who had been in my corner from the start had been Sean and Clark. The three of us were going to have to form a bond to keep us together as times get tough. Sean was about to get kicked out of the league if we didn’t win our tag match and I felt like I was losing respect from the rest of the league.

Sean was the next person who came to my mind. We had to win this next match. He was the one who introduced me to the sex wrestling league. I felt bad for him. Sean had worked hard in everything he did. Nothing came natural to him. He was about to be told that he was not good enough to compete in a league. I had done fairly well in all of my matches. If I won the tag match, it would still make Sean feel like shit because he needed his friend to win a match to even keep him in the league. It was a lose/lose position.

The instructor brought us back to the room and ended the meditation session. She was a woman in her fifties with long grey hair. “Today, our goal is to find balance within ourselves”.

She continued, “Balance is something that some people are born with, please go into tree pose.”

We all stood on a single leg with our arms spread out to our sides. I struggled for a while until I found my balance. I definitely felt like everyone was staring at the guy struggling with a basic yoga pose. I watched most of the girls in the class have no problems finding their balance. I worked harder to center myself. I would be damned if I would let another woman show me up again. And that’s when it clicked for me, my work effort. That’s what was going to set me apart from the rest of the league. I knew from here on out, I was going to train harder than any other guy in the league. I also thought back to Lindsey’s offer to train me. Maybe I should take her up on her offer. I could use a different perspective.

As the yoga class ended, I thanked the teacher for letting me be a part of the class and started to walk through the gym. In the corner, I saw three girls lifting weights. The one girl, who if I heard right was named Katie, looked like she could kick some serious ass. She was built like a Greek Goddess with muscles. She would be a very difficult challenge for any guy in the league. I looked at her and smiled, that would be my goal. To be able to handle a girl that looked like “Katie”.

After I changed out of my clothes I checked my cell phone. Clark and Sean had blown up my phone. I think they had filled up my voicemail, wondering where I was. I sent a text to both of them, “Needed to be alone for a day, ready to train tomorrow.”

After thinking long and hard for a minute, I dialed Lindsey’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Lindsey, it’s Rob. Is the offer to train with you still on the table?”

“Hey Rob. Yeah it is. I heard about your last match. I’m sorry you kastamonu escort lost. How about we get a cup of coffee and talk?”

“Sure Lindsey. Can we meet in about 45 minutes?”

“Yeah, you know the coffee house off of Liberty? I’ll see ya there.”

I hopped into my car and drove over to the coffee house. There was Lindsey waiting for me. She had already picked up her coffee. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She still had some of the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. She smiled as I sat down.

Lindsey seemed friendly enough, “I’m shocked you called me. I figured that you didn’t want anything to do with me.” She smirked when she said this.

“Yea well, after our match. I was focused on trying to win the championship. Plus, I don’t really know if I can trust you. How do I know that you aren’t trying to screw me over?”

Lindsey laughed, “How can you trust me? You can’t. I’ll tell you this though. I know what goes on behind the scenes at that place. Plus, it would benefit me more the better you do in this league. If you ever do get to the top, I do expect a rematch. You beat me by a second.”

It was an odd answer, but I felt that it was honest. I decided I wanted to know more. “Why did you take so long of a break from the league?”

Lindsey’s smile faded. “As you know, I was once the champion. But I lost so bad in one of my title defenses that Ms. Wallace went off on me. She tried to assault me and was verbally abusive. I decided that I didn’t want to do this anymore. I had a few more matches, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. It was actually Mr. Bartlett who called me to have our match. I felt that I was in a good place to come back on a part time schedule. I still haven’t had another match since I lost to you.”

You could tell that it was difficult for Lindsey to talk about why she left the league. She was a happy person but you could tell there was a change when she talked about Ms. Wallace. I knew that she was going to help me, and if she was going to screw me over it was going to be for her own gain, not because she was ordered by Ms. Wallace.

We chatted a little more about my last match and some of the different things I could have done to have beat Tiffany. “You played her game. Play yours. Once she was warmed up, you should have fucked the living shit out of her. I know she is confident and cocky, but I have a hard time believing that she could handle a guy in control fucking her.”

Lindsey gave me a smile. Even after our match she said how much she wanted to fuck me. I smiled back at her. I really was feeling at ease with her.

Lindsey stared into my eyes for a second, “Rob, I want to fuck you. I just want to know what it is like. Ever since we were in the ring together, I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

She didn’t have to say anything else. I took her by the hand and led her to my car. I don’t think I ever made it home that fast. Same goes for her shirt. It was off before we made it through the door way. Her firm 34D tits stared at me through her black lace bra. Within seconds, the bra was off and her nipple was in my mouth. “Yes, Rob…..” She moaned as her hand ran through my hair.

She pulled my shirt over my head and slide her hand down my stomach onto my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and slowly started to stroke. I moaned out as she started to get me hard. I stopped her just for a second to get her into the bedroom.

I spread her out on the bed. Her gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me, with her tits heaving up and down. I didn’t waste any more time and pushed my dick into her pussy. I guess she really did want me because she was soaked. I slowly pushed into her.

“Mmmmm god, Rob. This feels as good as I thought it would.” She moaned out as I started to pump my dick in her eager pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my hips pulling me deeper into her pussy. Damn, she did feel great. I started to fuck her with a little more force. My balls started to slap against her as her tits bounced in perfect rhythm. “Ohhh, fuck, yessssss…. More Rob, please fuck me hard” Lindsey begged.

I separated her legs and turned her over. She got the hint immediately and got on her hands and knees. She reached behind and guided my dick back into her pussy. Instantly she threw her hips back onto my dick. I reached up and grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed my dick deeper into her pussy.

“Harder. Fuck me harder Rob!” Lindsey screamed.

Not one to disobey an order I started to really pump Lindsey’s pussy. My dick was a blur running in and out of her. Lindsey breathing got heavier and heavier until finally she threw her head back and screamed out.

Lindsey’s entire body jerked as she had an intense orgasm against my dick. I grabbed her hips to hold my dick inside her as she bucked against me. Her orgasm had to be one of the biggest I’ve ever seen a girl have. “Don’t…….stop…..Rob….” Lindsey kayseri escort gasped out.

I loved being in control of Lindsey. It was like her body was craving me. Her pussy seemed to try to suck my dick in deeper with each thrust. This was some of the best sex I have ever had.

Lindsey turned her head back to me and smiled, “Let me get on top. I want you to cum for me.”

I pulled out and laid down on the bed. Lindsey straddled my cock and smiled as she slowly lowered herself down. When she got to the base, she pulled up and snapped her ass back down. Waves of pleasure hit me like they had never before. Slowly she did it again, snapping her ass back down as hard as she could. Within minutes she was riding my cock like a pro. I don’t think there is a pornstar out there that could ride a dick better than Lindsey. Within two minutes, I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. Lindsey could tell too.

“Good thing this isn’t a match, Rob. I don’t want you holding back on me.” Lindsey said with a smile.

I didn’t want to hold back either. With few quick snaps of Lindsey’s hips, I moaned and pumped out one of my biggest loads every. As I came deep into Lindsey’s pussy, she rubbed her clit as fast as possible and had another strong orgasm. Finally, she collapsed on my chest and as breathing as heavily as I was. “I was right. You were a good fuck Rob.” She leaned up and kissed me softly. Within minutes we were both passed out from exhaustion.

I awoke the next day to Lindsey wearing one of my t-shirts cooking me breakfast. Damn she looked sexy no matter what she did. She smiled and winked at me, “Breakfasted will be done in a few minutes. Rob, you might want to call Sean and find a time to work with him on the tag-team match. The rules are a lot different than a regular singles match.”

She was right. Our tag match was less than a week away and Sean’s career was on the line. I grabbed my phone and texted Sean, “Training, 6?” Hopefully, he would get the message because we really needed to get our game plan together.

As Lindsey finished up cooking, I soon realized how amazing she was. Not only was she extremely attractive and great in bed, she turned out to be a really good cook. As I ate, I found myself thinking about what life would be like if I was in a relationship with Lindsey. She had everything I wanted in a woman and she seemed like she was a good person. But I had also thought that way about Ashley. I reminded myself to keep my guard up, but there was definitely something different about Lindsey.

I looked at my watch. Sean was late again. Clark and I had been waiting in the ring for about a half hour when Sean finally showed up. “Sorry I’m late guys. Got caught up at work and then traffic was a bitch.”

I was definitely a little annoyed with Sean. He needed this more than I did. “Dude, just get into the ring.”

Sean climbed in and Clark was able to start in on the rules for the tag-team match.

“It is similar to a singles match, but also has some major differences. Only one person is allowed in the ring at a time. But when you do make a tag, the team mate is has to get out of the ring within 10 seconds. This does allow you some time to double team your opposition. Also it’s elimination tag-team. You have to get a submission or pin and an orgasm out of BOTH girls. Also, in singles matches there is a break between rounds. In a tag team match, there is no break. You can keep on your opponent even after they lose a round. After a person is eliminated, that person is still a factor. If you eliminate Jordan for instance, she is allowed to stay at ring side, but just not allowed in the ring. She can’t make your submit or pin you, but she can definitely warm you up for the remaining teammate. Be careful out there. Always keep your eyes open and communicate.” Clark said.

Sean and I got to work with each other. We started by talking out our game plan. We both felt that if we could make frequent tags to each other that they could never really get to us. Plus they were both pretty inexperienced in the ring. I felt that they would make some serious rookie mistakes that we should be able to capitalize on.

We also decided that I would try to be in the ring when Jordan was in and Sean would be in the ring when Sasha was in. We trained for hours together and it became clear that I was definitely the better wrestler. Sean had really let his losing streak get to him. Sean was making some serious mistakes. He let himself open to be easily attacked. I would definitely be lucky if Sean won at least one part of the match.

Clark let us know even more about our opponents. “Guys, these two girls aren’t rookies. They are actually part of another league very similar to ours. They are actually visiting the area and decided to have a match within our league. This will be probably the only time you will ever face them. Don’t think they won’t know what is going on. Believe me, a tag team match means that all bets are off.”

I was kıbrıs escort starting to get nervous as the training did not get better as the week went on. The sex with Lindsey was amazing throughout the week. She definitely was increasing my stamina. After a few training sessions with Lindsey, I was lasting longer and longer with her. “Don’t get too confident, Rob. Those girls are going to be extremely aggressive towards you. But you shouldn’t have any problems making them cum.” Lindsey said to me with a wink.

Lindsey was extremely supportive, but still the problem was going to be Sean. This was one of the reasons I was struggling to sleep. I barely slept the night before the match. It wasn’t much better during the afternoon. I just figured that I needed to get to the center.

I walked into the locker room and there was Sean sitting on the bench. “Hey man, you ready for tonight?” I asked him.

He didn’t really notice me walking in. He was in a daze. “Uh hey… yeah I’m ready man.”

Sean didn’t have his head on straight. “Remember, let’s tag often tonight. We need to keep each other fresh.”

Sean and I stripped naked and waited for our match to finally start. Sean was clearly nervous. “Look, Rob, if I lose for us tonight I’m sorry. I appreciate what you are doing for me but if I do get kicked out of the league for losing this match, I won’t blame you.”

“Sean, stop talking like that. We got each other’s backs. Just stick to the plan and we will do just fine.” I tried to sound confident.

Just then, we heard the sound of my music and that was our queue that it was about to go down. Sean and I went out together. Our masked pulled down tight as we both strutted towards the ring. Fuck it, we might be nervous as hell on the inside but we definitely didn’t show it for the crowd.

The crowd was pumped. It had to be just as big as the crowd when I had my match with Tiffany. Sean and I got into the ring with both of us standing and poising on a turnbuckle. Suddenly, our music ended and the girls’ music hit.

As the curtain parted I got my first look at what we were up against. Jordan was a very sexy black woman. She had braids that came out the bottom of her green mask. Her tits were firm and round, but then came her ass. Even as a guy would loves big tits, I still have to say that Jordan’s ass could possibly be the best one I have ever seen. It was thick and round. There wasn’t much fat, but the thing was fantastic. I just couldn’t believe it. All I wanted was to now fuck this girl doggy style just to watch her ass.

Sasha was very different. She had on a pale blue mask. She was skinny and small. She looked like she was a gymnast. She had nice b-cup tits that formed to her body perfectly. She probably had a nice ass as well, but compared to Jordan it was nothing. Her legs looked firm and athletic. She definitely looked like she would be the better wrestler.

Once they climbed into the ring, the ref went over the rules again. He made sure that we knew that he had to see the tag and that he would be counting during the double team part. Sasha and Jordan stood across from us with these cocky little smirks on their faces. “You boys have never faced a pair of girls like us before. Oh, and Sean is it? We look forward to ending your career here.”

Sean couldn’t speak. He didn’t talk trash very well. I decided to just stone wall them. We returned to our corner, “Sean, do you want to start or shall I?” I asked him. Sean was definitely somewhere else at this moment.

“Go ahead man. You start, see if you can do some damage to them.” Sean replied softly. I smacked him on the back and headed for the center of the ring.

I was sure that if the girls saw me coming out first, they would definitely send Jordan out against me, but to my surprise I was going to be facing Sasha. She didn’t turn me on like Jordan, but she still was going to be a challenge. I was almost a full head taller than her. She was tiny.

The bell rang and Sasha and I started the match. We circled each other for a moment or two before I lunged into to lock up with her. Sasha slipped right under my arms and wrapped me up from behind. Her soft breasts pushed up against my back as she tried to pick me up. Bad mistake by her, I thought. She couldn’t lift me. I barely had my heel raised off the ground. I immediately dropped to a knee and flipped to my side. Sasha, still holding on to my waist went straight down to the mat.

She let go of her hold on me, but not before I wrapped her head underneath my arm. Sasha struggled to get out but I had a solid hold on her. I moved her into our corner, just like Sean and I had planned. “Let go of me, you fucker!” Sasha screamed as I twisted my arm harder against her head.

“That’s what you want is for me to let you go?” I said with a smirk. “Fine by me!” With that I threw Sasha as hard as I could into our corner. She hit the turnbuckle hard and let out a moan. I waited a second for her to take a step and lifted her up and slammed her hard down to the mat. I looked at Sean and for the first time he smiled. He knew what we had to do. I reached my hand over to him and he tagged in. I dropped down and grabbed Sasha’s arms and pulled them back. Sean grabbed her legs and picked her up. Both of us pulled in an opposite direction. It was a human rack machine to Sasha. Sasha screamed out in pain. Her joints had to be on fire already.

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In addition to the really nice picnic lunch that Irene had prepared for us, I had also brought along a couple of small beach umbrellas. My intent to provide a little shade, but more importantly to perhaps give us a little privacy as well from prying eyes. Provided of course we could even find a semi-secluded spot away from anyone else.

I liked the fact that the access gate to the walkway running down a flight of steps to the beach was key-coded. I knew the code of course, soon giving us access as we descended down the short flight of stairs between extravagant, expensive looking beach houses. Bella just shook her head as we did that.

“Only in America,” she mused. Moments later we had reached the expanse of sand stretching out towards the ocean. The beach was pristine in its appearance, and few others were even there as we strolled down towards the water, putting some distance between us and the last home as we sought a nice place to set up. Only one other couple approached, but they were simply taking a stroll through the lapping waves of the ocean as we placed our umbrellas down and spread out our large beach towels. We watched them pass, they in turn smiling and nodding their heads at us, no doubt wondering as they did. Bella of course wearing her almost non-existent red bikini, nipples clearly straining against the thin material. Beyond that, there was only one other couple who had likewise tossed down some towels a bit further up the beach. And they were currently out standing in the water enjoying the coolness of it holding one another.

“Maybe they’ll give us a show later,” I wondered.

“Or maybe…we’ll give them one!” Bella mused already reaching behind herself, undoing the top she had on. In seconds, her beautiful full breasts spilled free. She again laughed to herself however.

“What?”

“I just think it’s funny. Here we are…on a private secluded beach, and even then I can’t sit here entirely naked.”

“It’s not France,” I reminded, but had to agree with her. It was silly. Especially when you had private access, meaning that even cops couldn’t come in here unless they were summoned to do so. I could understand to some extent the pretense of decency perhaps. But with no underage kids even in sight, it seemed sort of ludicrous that we couldn’t do that, even here. I leaned over adjusting our umbrellas against the sun. It was already warming up considerably, promising to be another hot California day here. “Water?” I asked reaching into the cooler/basket we’d brought along with us.

“Yes please…great idea!” Bella said accepting a nice cold bottle from me as I handed it to her, taking one for myself.

I twisted the cap removing it, drinking from it as I looked over. What I saw caused me to spew the little I’d just sipped. Laying on her side facing me, she had lifted one leg slightly, simultaneously reaching down to easily slide the wisp of material barely covering her pussy off to one side. She had placed the cold bottle of water between her legs instead, inserting the short neck of it inside herself.

“Hmmm, now that feels nice!” She literally purred, holding the bottle against her cunt, enjoying the coolness of it as she held it there just inside her pussy. “One of the reasons I like ice on occasion,” she informed me. “Very stimulating. But especially out here on a nice hot day…this feels very nice. Too bad the bottles so big around though, otherwise I could get a lot more of it inside me.”

I was still mesmerized by the fact she was holding a bottle of water between her legs, not quite fucking herself with it, just holding it…but even the thought of that was already sending signals down to my crotch. Just then I glanced up, saw the couple who’d walked past us a short while ago coming back the other way. Bella saw them too of course, but continued to lie on her side facing me. I was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing to herself with the water, but even the thought of that aroused me even more. I was now sitting there with a full-blown erection.

“Nice way to cool off my hot little cunt,” she giggled as the couple continued their approach.

“Yeah, you’re lucky. The necks too thin for me to stick my dick down the neck of one of those…imagine that might feel pretty good too.”

“You bring a knife?”

“I think there’s one in the basket yes…why?”

“Hurry up and drink some,” she said accepting the knife from me. I did so as she took back the bottle beginning to cut it. “Now…dig a hole…right here,” she said deep enough to put this in,” she instructed. “And hurry, they’ll be passing by us again in a minute or so.”

I had scooped out enough sand to accommodate the bottle of water as Bella gingerly packed it back around the bottle. She was grinning. “Ok, take your cock out, roll over, and stick it in here,” she told me.

I knew better than to argue with her, and besides, as weird as it was, I actually found her suggestion and idea intriguing. Quickly lowering my swim trunks just enough to expose my dick, placing artvin escort myself over the hole we’d created, though containing the bottle filled with icy-cold water. I just managed to slip my prick into the hole, laying fully down on it now hidden away as the couple approached. Bella had likewise managed to just reinsert her bottle back inside herself and much like me, rolling over on it, the bottle secretly hidden beneath her now closed legs.

“Hi,” she called out, suddenly garnering the couple’s attention. Something I hadn’t been expecting or really prepared for when she did that. They began angling over towards us, Bella now lifting up, resting her upper torso on her elbows. And though a good portion of her breasts were now revealed to them, hanging down as they were, her nipples were just kissing the material of the towel beneath her. “Nice day isn’t it?” She asked as they drew next to us. Me laying there trying to look nonchalant, likewise resting on my own elbows now, hoping that my stance didn’t appear too obvious. The sensation of the cold water surrounding my hard stiff cock buried down in the sand surprising. It felt good. And rather than lessening my erection because of it, if anything…it became even firmer, especially looking at Bella laying there, knowing where her bottle was, and now having a couple standing right there in front of us.

“Very nice,” the woman spoke. I figured the couple to be in their early to mid forties perhaps. “We enjoy coming here as often as we can, we’ve got the second house heading up the beach,” she informed us.

“Nice place,” Bella responded rolling over slightly looking. As she did, she revealed even more of her breasts to them, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed as the gentleman standing with her took notice.

“Thank you,” he answered still looking, smiling a bit. “We like it, though I must say we envy the two of you.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” Bella said sitting up a bit more, just enough that her full breasts dangled provocatively for a moment. Watching that, I felt my cock throb inside the cold water, getting a bit of a sadistically wicked thrill as it did that.

“We very often come out here in the early morning for a walk along the beach…usually naked ourselves. Not many people around here that are upset by that, unless their kids are here of course. Wish we were doing that now.”

“So why aren’t you then?”

“Because this time…we did bring our son with us, along with two of his friends. They’re still at the house, eating a late breakfast. Not sure our son would be too thrilled about seeing me naked,” the woman said though the man chuckled.

“Don’t be too sure about that Debra,” he said calling her by name. “I remember being his age once, though I don’t think he would care too much having his buddies gawking at you. You however…” he said speaking to Bella. “Will no doubt draw some attention once they realize you’re here,” he cautioned us. “I just hope they don’t annoy you too much, or become too terribly obvious when they see you. We’ll try and warn them off ourselves for you, but with those beauties on display, don’t say we didn’t warn you,” he laughed.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I said in response to that, though now not too terribly excited about having a bunch of horny teenage boys hanging around us.

“Oh, and one more thing. You might try just digging a hole, pouring water in that. Even the wet sand feels pretty good too,” he told me. I know my eyes had grown pretty wide laying there. Bella burst out laughing.

“Guess we weren’t quite quick enough,” she said.

“Saw you digging the hole, and since you’re sort of laying over it at the moment, had a pretty good idea what you were doing. Like I said…we come here a lot, isn’t much we haven’t done or tried ourselves,” he said grinning, and then pawed his crotch a bit. It was evident he was becoming aroused standing there looking down at Bella’s very exposed breasts. “Come on dear…let’s go back, I suddenly have an itch that needs scratching.”

That was when Bella rolled over completely, thus exposing the fact she had a bottle currently sticking inside her pussy. “Guess I’d better hurry up with this then,” she said boldly glancing up at the two of them.

“Hmm, have to try that one,” Debra said looking down. “We do have bottled water in the fridge still don’t we honey?”

“If we don’t…I’m sure as hell going to the store to get some!”

“Here’ take mine,” Bella said slipping it out of herself, tossing it to them. “My treat…we have plenty more where those came from.”

They both laughed at that, thanked us again…and then began heading back off towards the house.

“So much for privacy once the boys discover we’re out here then,” I mused a bit sullenly watching the interesting couple move off, though I now sat up removing my semi flaccid cock from my not so secret hole in the ground.

“Then you’d best hurry up and fuck me while you still can,” Bella told me. I looked around aydın escort once again, though the beach was still pretty much deserted save for the other couple still standing out in the water. But that was when we both noticed, they seemed to be doing a lot more than just standing in it. “See? Even they’re doing it…just out in the water. So…we can either go out and sort of join them, or just do it right here. Which one would you prefer?”

I slid off my trunks tossing them aside.

“Good choice.”

**

As she lay back on the towel having removed her own bikini bottoms now, I positioned myself between her legs, uncaring of the fact that the couple standing out in the water could see what we were doing…or about to do anyway, as easily as we could see them.

“Stick that other umbrella in the sand between your legs,” she told me just before I got ready to slide my cock inside that very inviting pussy of hers.

I turned looking back, realizing the couple was indeed watching us, though doing as she’d told me, effectively placing the umbrella just over my ass. “Surprised you don’t want them watching us, thought you’d enjoy that.”

“It’s not that,” she chuckled as I repositioned myself once again. “And they’re more than welcome to watch us doing it if they want to in fact. I just didn’t want you getting your ass sunburned,” she grinned. “I don’t think that ass of yours has seen the light of day for over a millennia!”

In seconds however, the thought of any of that faded away as I filled Bella’s luscious pussy with my cock, sliding in and out with an ever growing rapidity that soon had the two of us panting and gasping for breath as she came, and then as I did. I pulled out, taking delight in the white messy sauce that leaked from her cunt, dripping down onto the beach towel.

“Hand me another bottle of water,” she grinned. “As much as I love the feeling of your cum dripping out of me…out here, it’s apt to curdle and I’m not so inclined to sit here smelling like the ocean if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, handing her another bottle as she douched herself with it, rinsing her pussy out, once again sticking it inside, curling up on her back literally emptying the bottle inside herself when she did. She then surprised me further, doing a kip-up, suddenly standing just like that. I was needless to say, very impressed. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”

About then however we heard laughter and saw movement a short distance away along the beach. Three fairly tall good-looking young men were running along the edge of the surf, throwing and chasing a Frisbee. “Ah oh…I bet that’s the boy and his two friends,” I said quickly slipping back into my trunks again, as Bella did, though she did so a bit more slowly than I had. Already they had seemed to zero in on us however, continuing to move slowly in our direction. “Well…good thing we had a little fun anyway,” I said a bit dejectedly. “Once they get a look at you, I think any hope for continued privacy or intimacy will be a thing of the past.”

Sure enough, the boys seemed to settle in, throwing their Frisbee around, chasing it not too far at all from where we were sitting. Once, it actually landing close enough to where we were, though I had my suspicions one of them had tossed it further than he should have. I reached out, tossing it back easily.

“Nice throw…wanna play with them?”

“Very funny. No…not really,” I said finding myself beginning to become irritated. It was obvious now they wouldn’t be going away any time soon. Even in her bikini, Bella proved to be too tempting to ignore, the boys no doubt hoping to see a little more beyond what she was already showing them.

“No…I mean play with them another way,” she said continuing to look on. I had seen that look before, and knew that, that wicked evil mind of hers was working overtime again.

“And just what is it that you’re up to?” I had to ask, to which she chuckled.

“Wondering if you’d care to make another bet.”

“Remind me never to take you to Vegas with me,” I answered her back, then adding. “What kind of bet?”

She was obviously still thinking, mulling it over in her mind, and then smiled. “Let’s just say whoever wins gets to enjoy one hell of a wild night of pure decadence…no matter what it is.”

I liked the sound of that, but I was of course still hesitant. “Ok, but what’s the bet itself?”

“I’ll bet you, that I can have all three of those boys peeing on me.”

I laughed. “Yeah right…where?”

“Right here…on the beach,” she stated easily. I couldn’t imagine it however, there was no way she was going to be able to convince three boys to actually stand here and urinate on her.

“Ok, it’s a bet,” I said though something told me almost immediately I’d already lost it. Bella stood, giving them a pretty good view of her bikini clad body.

“Stay here. In a couple of minutes you’ll hear me scream. Don’t worry…I’ll only be acting balıkesir escort and thrashing about for a bit. When I start doing that, count to three…and then come running. I’ll need you to help support me as I come limping out of the water. Oh, and hand me some of those strawberries Irene packed for us to munch on.”

I did so, curiously, and watched as she then rubbed several of them on the back of her ass, the strawberry juice slightly staining her rump a little.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ll see,” she said wiping off her hands as she slowly began strolling down to the water. “Just remember…when you hear me scream, count to three, slowly…and then come running.”

Not too unexpectedly, the three boys paused in their Frisbee play, watching this sexual goddess as she strolled down to the edge of the water, slowly wading in. She appeared to be cooling herself off, splashing water over herself. Watching her do that wasn’t cooling me off that’s for damn sure, having just the opposite effect. I was actually so engrossed in watching her, that it took me a second more than it should have when I heard her suddenly scream, spinning about in the water, even falling, still yelling, and then standing again, one hand holding her back side. And I noticed as she did that, one of her breasts was now fully exposed having fallen out of her bikini top, though she completely ignored it. And though I also had my suspicions she’d somehow managed to do that herself. I ran towards the water, noticing as I did…all three boys were going to get there long before I did.

Sure enough they reached her, though she immediately and seemingly grateful, accepted their help. Throwing one arm around each one of the boy’s shoulders as two of them began helping her out of the water, one boy straggling behind slightly as I reached them. Bella limping, seemingly in excruciating pain.

“What happened baby?” I asked worriedly, and for a moment almost was worried, until I saw her wink at me quickly, and then began wailing again as though in agony.

“Fucking jelly fish!” She cried out. “I got stung damn it…on my ass!”

It was really hard holding in a smile. “Let me see babe,” I said walking around behind her where the other boy was likewise inspecting the supposed damaged spot.

“Nasty welt,” he offered. “Been stung myself before too, hurts like hell.”

“Yes it does!” Bella exclaimed as the boys continued moving along, helping her over to where our towels were. “And there’s really only one thing for it,” she said eyeing me, and then looking back towards the three boys, though their eyes were more clearly focused on her exposed breast, which Bella of course in her agonizing pain, had completely forgotten about. “Amonia…I need you guys to pee on my ass and take the sting away.”

They all looked at one another, but it was obvious they were reluctant to help out a damsel in distress, even a sexy looking one. I was beginning to think I just might win this bet after all.

“Please!” She cried out desperately again now looking at me. “Come on David…you start, this fucker stings like you have no idea!” She said actually managing tears now. Still, none of the three boys made any movement to join in helping her. Though none of them were leaving either. And it was about that time the other couple came running up to us, asking what had happened.

“Jelly Fish,” I told them.

“You need someone to pee on it,” he told her as though just having come up with the idea himself.

“Yeah…I know that. But so far, I don’t see too many chivalrous Knights willing to take on that challenge,” Bella said with a painful looking grimace on her face.

“Here I can…” the young girl stated as she suddenly untied her bikini bottoms dropping them. “Roll over onto your belly,” she told Bella.

Bella looked at me, obvious surprise in her eyes, but a smile on her lips too. I was merely stunned, now seeing the shaven pussy of the young woman as she prepared herself to help Bella out.

“Let me take mine off first,” Bella quipped. “I don’t want them getting ruined, just bought this bikini recently,” she said, and then seemed to notice her tit was hanging out too, and simply removed that. “Ok, go ahead…do it. Pee on me.”

Suddenly, five guys stood there forming a semi-circle as the cute little blonde with a very sexy little body on her, squatted over Bella’s reddened ass…and began urinating on her.

“Well I’ll be go to hell,” one of the boys said, perhaps not realizing he’d just verbally expressed his thoughts. Though I had stood there thinking pretty much the same thing myself, and now wondering…”had I still won the bet?”

**

Unfortunately, the girl didn’t have a lot of piss to give her, try as she might. And Bella sensing that, taking advantage of it perhaps immediately cried out for more. “Not enough! Not enough! That helped, but I need more…more. Please, please somebody else! Pee on me!” And then the boyfriend stepped up, and then I did. And then three very nervous, but suddenly now very brave boys all took their cocks out. And as one, we began hosing down Bella’s cute, sexy looking…perfectly fine ass together. It was like the Fire Brigade had finally shown up at a three-alarm fire. Five guys pissing all over Bella’s sweet sexy looking ass as she lay there with the biggest fucking smile on her face I had ever seen.

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Sandra is Different

by Vanessa Evans

Part 2

It was Saturday the next day and my first full day as a working girl. Not the type of working girl that you are thinking of, although being one of those girls had crossed my mind and would suit my ‘condition’, no, I was starting work at the clothes shop. I quickly showered and got myself ready and set off for the 10 minute walk, stopping to get a coffee and a pastry on the way. I just made it as Lisa was rolling up the shutters.

“Morning Sandra.” Lisa said, “bright and early, most of the girls are usually 5 or 10 minutes late, not that it really matters, it will be a while before the customers start rolling in.”

We went in and went to Lisa’s office where I put my bag on the side and went back out to shop floor. I saw the wonky mirror and went to have a closer look. It was fastened to the wall with the bottom part at an angle. On closer inspection I saw that it was actually 2 mirrors. I stood in front of it and looked down but I couldn’t see up my skirt. I was just moving around to see if different positions made a difference but I still couldn’t see my pussy.

“It’s people standing beside the mirror that can see up your skirt.” I heard Lisa say as she came and stood where she had just described.

“I can see your bald pussy Sandra, you weren’t wearing knickers the other 2 times that you were here, don’t you bother with them at all or are you deliberately hoping that men can look up your skirts and find out?”

I blushed a little and then Lisa answered for me,

“You do don’t you, you’re a little show-off aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I quietly answered.

“Well you’re going to get plenty of opportunities here, why do you think I have been putting head office off refurbishing the changing rooms?”

Again Lisa answered her own question,

“Because when the do they will make the place more like fort knox and there will be no chance of anyone seeing in or having partners in there whilst you are changing.”

“So do you get lots of couples going in there?”

“Enough to know what goes on in there.”

And do you get a lot of men standing outside looking through the gaps at the sides of the curtains?”

“Enough, we chase away any pervs who come in on their own but I’m quite happy for boyfriends and husbands to watch any of the girls in there.”

“Isn’t it illegal?”

“Only if someone complains and who in their right mind would complain? The uptight girls don’t shop here anyway, they go to Top Girl. We get the girls that don’t mind showing some skin. I can tell that you are one of those girls, just like Bella and all the other girls that I hire, you can go and try on anything you like during your breaks and quiet times, just so long as the racks and shelves are full and tidy.”

“Thanks Lisa, I might just do that.”

“I hope so, that’s why I hired you, show the male partners a lot of skin and they’ll bring their girls back here and spend more money, that’s the principle I work on.”

“Sounds like good business sense to me.” I replied.

I noticed that Lisa was still looking up my skirt and seconds later I heard a girl say,

“Morning Lisa, is this the new girl then?”

“Charlotte, this is Sandra, Sandra Charlotte.” Lisa said.

Before I could say hello Charlotte she said,

“I see that you are one of us Sandra.”

“Hi Charlotte,” I said, then, “one of what?”

“No knickers,” Charlotte replied, “and I see that you aren’t wearing a bra too Sandra, nice tits, from what I can see of them behind that top.”

It took me a couple of seconds to see that neither Lisa nor me had moved from the mirror and Charlotte was standing on the other side in the same position. I resisted the urge to step back.

“Yeah,” I replied, “when I moved to uni I decided that it was less washing.”

“Sure, keep telling everyone that Sandra, someone might believe you but you’re like me and the others here, you like flashing your goods don’t you?”

I smiled and said,

“Yes I do.”

“Okay girls,”Lisa said, “plenty of time for flashing your bits later, get things ready and Sandra, Amelia and Bella will be here in a couple of hours, you know what to do but if you have any questions Charlotte and I won’t be far away. Just remember, the customer is always right and that includes the male partners.”

I wasn’t sure what Lisa meant by that but I went with Charlotte to see how to get the till ready then went round the racks checking that everything looked okay. When I got to a mannequin that was wearing a tank top with a pair of shorts I looked at what was on top of the tank top. It was a sort of vest with a rolled neck. No one would ever see anything trying to look down that top but 2 things caught my eye, firstly the arm holes were so big that they went nearly down to the waist and the front part was so narrow that it only just covered the mannequin’s nipples. The other thing was that it was so long that you could only just see the bottom of the shorts.

As karaman escort I stood looking at it Lisa came over to me and said,

“I know what you’re thinking, could I wear just that vest as a dress? Am I right?”

“You are Lisa.”

“With your tits it will just rest on your nipps, unless of course you keep turning your body.”

“I could never do that Lisa, it’s not right walking about with my nipples hanging out.”

“You nipples wouldn’t be HANGING out, I bet that your tits never even wobble when you’re running.”

“Maybe just a little bit.” I replied.

“Come on Sandra, there’s a girl over there who looks like she’s looking for something, go and see if you can help her.”

I did, forgetting about the vest top.

I was kept busy for quite a while then I found myself with nothing to do standing next to the mannequin wearing a white mesh leotard. Well that’s what I called it but the label said it was a sleeveless, backless bodysuit. It was cut high on the hips and had a scoop neck. When I looked at the back I saw that it had a low-cut thong back.

Bella came up behind me and said,

“You’re supposed to wear something over it but we show it like that so that everyone can see what would normally covered. You’re not thinking of wearing it without a covering are you Sandra?”

“I’m thinking of going to the gym at the university but I haven’t got anything to wear.”

“Well if you go wearing just that the guys won’t get much of a workout, unless you let them get between your legs.”

“That depends on how cute they are.” I replied

“Those things are quite cheap, mind you they should be, there’s bugger all to them.” Bella said.

Lisa caught our eye and we went back to work.

Soon I was stopped by a girl asking where the changing rooms were. I led her to them and saw that we were being followed by a man. Amelia was standing there and when the girl asked if her boyfriend could go into the cubicle with her Amelia said that he could.

“Come back in 2 minutes Sandra.” Amelia quietly said.

I went off and did go back a couple of minutes later and I saw the bottom of the man’s legs between the girl’s legs in a position where they could easily be fucking. I smiled and looked through the gap in the curtain and in the mirror I could see the girl’s bare back and butt and from the way they kept going forward I knew that they definitely were fucking. I turned and left with a smile on my face.

The shop started to get busy and more girls wanted to try something on. When I led them to the changing rooms I saw a couple of men standing at the entrance looking in. When I looked at what they were looking at, through the gap in the curtains I saw the naked side of a girl just as she was starting to put a dress on.

“Maybe I should try something on when I have my lunch break.” I thought.

The shop got more busy and I couldn’t help notice that there were quite a few men with girls, more than I had experienced whenever I’d ever gone clothes shopping.

Lisa ask me to go and check the changing rooms to see if anything had been left in there that didn’t want to be there. As I walked passed the entrance I saw a man standing there and looking towards the first cubicle. I glanced over so it and saw that the curtain was closed as much as it could be and an arm moving around through the gap.

I went to the far end of the row of cubicles to start checking back to the entrance. Three cubicles were okay and as I stood between cubicles 2 and 3 I poked the closed curtain on cubicle 2 which had been pulled to the end near cubicle 3.

“Anyone in there?” I asked.

There was no response so I guessed that someone had just left the curtain closed so I pulled it open and heard a girl scream. I looked in and saw Bella standing there with one arm out and holding a dress. She was facing the curtain and was totally naked.

My jaw dropped and I froze for a couple of seconds then stepped in front of the frozen Bella, closed the curtain and offered my sincere apologies. I turned to leave and saw the man still looking where Bella was, but now covered by the curtain. He had a big grin on his face and I knew that I had just exposed the totally naked Bella to him.

I started to feel sorry for Bella and intended to apologise to her again when she came out, but then I wondered if it had been a setup, had Lisa sent me in there knowing that Bella would be naked behind a curtain.

I got on with other things but when Bella did come out and over to me she was ginning like a Cheshire cat.

“Lisa set me up didn’t she?” I asked.

“Yep, we do it to each other quite a bit. It’s an added perk of the job. I’m sure that it won’t be long before it’s you behind that curtain Sandra.”

“I’ll look forward to that.”

Lunchtime came and I went and got a sandwich and I had finished eating by the time I got back to the shop so I decided to try on one of those tank tops, the long one with giant arm holes. Of course I was going kars escort to try it without the shorts that were on the mannequin or anything under the top.

In the first changing cubicle I got naked then checked the gaps at either side of the curtain. I was a little disappointed that there were no men looking but it didn’t bother me because I was there to try on the top, not flash anyone.

As it slivered down my body I realised that it was too big for me but then I remembered that I wanted it to be big on me. The narrow front went right up to my neck but the sides only just covered my tits before they scooped down to where they joined the back part at my hips. My sides were bare right down to my hips.

I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw that nearly all of my back was also bare but my butt was covered. Then I faced the mirror and saw that the bottom hem was about 7 or 8 cm below my pussy. I shook my shoulders and turned quickly from side to side and watched the material go over my nipples and not go back when I turned the other way.

I giggled to myself as I saw both my hard nipples in the mirror with all the material between them

I stood there looking at myself wondering if I dare wear that top as a dress, a dress that could easily leave my nipples exposed like they were right then. I straightened the top and thought about below my tits. In the mirror I could see that my pussy was easily covered but from my chest down I felt like I was naked, I couldn’t feel any material at all.

I again checked that my pussy was covered and felt round to my butt and confirmed that it too was covered. Then I turned my side to the mirror. With my arms straight down I could see nearly all of the side of my tit. It was like looking at a miniature traffic cone on my ribs. I moved my arm around a bit and saw the material disappear over my nipple.

I took the top off and was looking at the price tag. It was more than I had budgeted for clothing for that month but I had just decided that I was going to buy it when the curtain went flying back.

I screamed a little then saw Amelia, Bella and 2 men behind them.

“Gotcha.” Amelia said then turned and left, and Bella closed the curtain, well half closed it. I could still see the men and they could see me as I started to put my clothes back on.

“You’ll look good in that top Sandra.” Bella said.

“I was thinking of wearing it as a dress.” I replied.

“Even better, that will keep the guys looking at you.”

By then I had got my own top and skirt on and the show was over for the men. I took the top back out and to Lisa and asked her what the staff discount was.

“Put it in my office and come and see me at the end of your shift Sandra, I’m sure that we can work something out within your budget.”

I thanked her then did as she had said.

For the next 10 minutes or so, until I needed to speak to a customer, all I could think about was going out in public in the middle of the day wearing just that top. I even planned where I would go.

Most of the rest of the day was all work with no flashing although I did see 1 girl who was changing and had either forgotten to close the curtain or had deliberately left it only half closed. I had just passed a man waiting and I wondered if she was with him or was just flashing him. Obviously I didn’t ask and just got on with my work.

At the end of my shift I went to see Lisa and she told me to sit on the chair where I’d had my interview. I was more relaxed this time that I was sat there and Lisa finished some paperwork then looked up to me. I was watching her eyes and they lingered, for a second, on my bare legs and I was 100% sure that she saw my slit and bald pubis.

“Well Sandra, the end of your first full day, how was it for you?”

“Good, better than I expected, I’m not very good with people but you and the other girls have been so easy to get on with.”

“I’m pleased to hear that, and I heard about your little incident in the changing rooms, did that upset you at all, the girls can be a bit, shall we say revealing at times.”

“Upset, no chance, you may have already guessed but I get a bit of a kick about people seeing me without any clothes on and I got a bit, err, aroused when those 2 men saw me naked.”

“Well that’s brave of you to confide in me, but rest assured, just so long as you don’t go upsetting any customers you can wear as much or as little as you want in my store. Talking about wearing very little, this top (Lisa got it out of a drawer) are you really planning on going outside wearing just that?”

“I was thinking about it?”

“You are braver than me Sandra, good luck to you but please be careful, I don’t want to hear that you have been raped or arrested.”

“I’ll be careful, but just so that you know, I’m a Karate Black Belt.”

“Good for you. I’ve also seen you staring at those mesh leotards, you do know that they are designed to be worn under something don’t you?”

“Yes but.”

“So kıbrıs escort where are you thinking of wearing it on its own Sandra?”

“The university gym, I was thinking of wearing it to workout.”

“Interesting, if you get all sweaty it will go transparent.”

“I was hoping that it would.” I replied.

Lisa smiled then asked,

“So you’re planning on working out, anything else, maybe you could teach Karate?”

“”No, I don’t fancy that, but I might take up swimming or track, I can do those without much contact with others.”

“I can understand that, my cats are my only regular friends. Have you got any track clothes or a swimming costume?”

“Not that I would be seen dead in. What I have got may have been okay for school or when my parents were around but I’m a different girl now.”

“I can believe that Sandra, I can’t see you going to school dressed like you are right now.”

“Definitely not, I would have got suspended.”

“Stay there a minute.” Lisa said and she got up and left her office.

Three minutes later Lisa was back holding some garments.

“Right Sandra, here is one of those leotards and a lingerie bra and knickers set that could easily be mistaken for a bikini, they’ll both fit you.”

“I can’t afford the top never mind those.”

“Because you seem to be a girl after my own heart I’m going to let you have the lot for £20, can you afford that?”

“Yes, really, you’d do that for me?”

“Yes Sandra, just you make sure that you are back here every Thursday and Saturday.”

“Oh I will, I really will, I’ve had a great time today.”

“Good, I’ll take the £20 out of your wages, Just don’t get arrested.”

“I won’t, I can run fast as well.”

“Even when you’re naked?”

“Especially when I’m naked.”

“Okay Sandra, see you on Thursday, that’s if you are not in jail.”

“Bye Lisa.”

I left, and to say that I was over the moon would be an understatement. As I walked back to my room my nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation of the fun I intended to have.

I had an early night wanting to be full of energy for the next day but I just had to rub one out to try to relax and go to sleep.

*****

Sunday started early, probably because I was excited about what I was planning to do. As I was rubbing one out I decided to stop just before I orgasmed, I wanted to be aroused when I started my adventure.

The city that I was in has a Tram system that is great for getting around. I’d already noticed that it was busy early on a Sunday as people went to the centre to do their shopping, then it went much quieter before people started heading for home.

After my full bathroom routine, during which I edged again, and getting myself some breakfast, I put on the top, a necklace and some shoes. I took my little shoulder bag with me but I did not intend to wear it across my chest as that would affect the way that my tits got exposed, then with by bag over my shoulder and a paperback in one hand, I set off.

It felt like I was naked as I went out onto the street only to find that it was still a little chilly. I looked up and saw blue sky and knew that it would warm up soon. So I walked to the nearby park, every minute or so looking down to my chest to make sure that one of my nipples hadn’t escaped.

Satisfied that just straight, normal walking wouldn’t cause my nipples to escape, I slowed my walking pace, got my sunglasses out of my bag, put them on and started looking around. I saw a few people who looked like they were walking through the park to their work or the shops, most of them walking towards me. I knew that I had to walk and act with confidence, if I acted like I was deliberately trying to show my body or I was ashamed by my lack of coverage, I would give people the impression that I was doing something wrong and one of them might call the police.

Technically I wasn’t doing anything wrong because my goodies were covered and technically, even if they were on display, it would only be against the law if I was acting in a lewd manor or trying to upset people and it was not my intention to do either. Unless, of course, my arousal got the better of me and I started frigging, but I intended to keep myself under control.

On I walked trying to look as confident as I could and it was working, okay, people were looking at me but no one really stared or said anything. After about 15 minutes I decided to stop and sit on one of the benches for a while so I selected one that was beside a main path and sat on the middle of it, with my butt near the front edge, and got my book out of my bag.

I didn’t cross my legs but kept my knees together. I looked down at the hem of the top and saw that it was tight across my hips. I couldn’t see my slit but I knew that anyone who looked would be able to see it unless I put one of my hands at the top of my legs, which I didn’t.

I opened my book and pretended to read whilst looking sideways out of my sunglasses. I would say that there were people walking along that path, passed me, on average every 2 minutes and I watched every one of them approaching. If they were anything other than a middle-aged or elderly woman I would open my knees a little and watch them as the passed.

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After finally coming to grips with the reality that Mim left me and does not want to see me again, I plunge back into running the garage. Although we are busy, it does not absorb me as it once did. I feel disjointed and uneasy.

One night Sam stops over my house. We are having a beer when she says, “So, what the fuck is up with you?”

Getting a little irked, I say “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, other than you’ve blown off dinner with mom and me for three straight weeks, you’re grumpy all the time, you never want to hang out with me or do shit with me and Crystal, and you generally are walking around with your head up your ass.”

She finishes her beer and goes to kitchen to fetch two more.

“I think you’re exaggerating,” I say lamely,

“The fuck I am. I was actually not trying to make it sound as bad as it is.”

“Bullshit, Sam. I’m ok. Just busy at work. That’s all.”

“Mac, this is Sam you’re trying to convince. Something’s eating you.”

“I told you it’s work.”

“Ok, you asked for it.” She takes a deep breath and continues. “So it’s work?”

I nod and drink some beer.

“Well, I’ve stopped by three times last week and you weren’t there. Charlie tried to cover, but finally I worked it out of him that you were taking a long lunch at the Pub. I happen to know the bartender there. I was able to find out that you are there almost every day. Your lunch seems to consist of a bowl of peanuts and four beers.”

I recognized the signs that Sam was just beginning to get wound up.

“And, your shop looks like a pig pen. You never had so much as a magazine that wasn’t in chronological order. Your waiting room is dirty. The wastebaskets are overflowing. There are all kinds of invoices lying around. I put Charlie’s nuts in a vice and made him tell me that you just don’t seem to give a shit. So, don’t dare give me the “it’s just work” line, ’cause I ain’t buying it, Cuz.”

“Again you’re exaggerating. Besides, what’s it to you?”

I thought Sam was going to punch me. She got in my face.

“What’s it to me? I tell you, asshole. I fucking love you. You are my family. It’s like you’re my dad and big brother rolled into one. I can’t even imagine life without you. You are also my rock. Whenever I get myself so completely fucked up, you always help me get my shit back together. So, when I see you falling to shit, then I make it my business. So, there, you fucking idiot.”

Sam starts to cry. I don’t remember the last time she did that.

I pull her into my arms. She tries to push away, but I’m stronger and she finally relents. She starts bawling. I understand her love for me, because I feel the same way. Tears start flowing down my cheeks.

I regain some composure.

“Sorry, Sam. I never meant to upset you. I love you. I hope you know that.”

She nods against my chest.

We sit on the couch for a long time just holding each other. Sam slides down and rests her head in my lap. I softly stroke her hair.

Sam says, “It’s Mim, right?”

I can barely make a sound, but manage to get out a yes.

“Mac, I know you fell for her. I can understand. She’s beautiful, smart and fun. I would’ve added nice, but she ditched you. That’s not nice.”

“I just don’t get it, Sam. I know we said we weren’t dating. You even warned me about that. But, still, I was sure we connected on a deeper level than just acquaintances. Then she just disappears. She leaves me a letter, but nothing else. Not a word since then.

“Then Dede explodes the bomb. She’s married, Sam. I’ve been falling in love with a married woman. She knew I was falling for her. Did she say, ‘Oh, by the way, the reason I don’t date is because I am fucking married’? No, that quite never came out. Sam, I feel like such a total jerk.”

We sit in silence for a long time.

“Now, I hear from Dede that Mim made it clear she does not want to see me. God, that hurts more than anything.”

“For the record, Mac, I never knew about Mim being married. That was news. I know she bolted on Christmas, but didn’t know she told Dede she didn’t want to see you. So, I get that part. But what’s going on with you now?”

I decide to tell Sam the whole story. I explain how close I came to taking Ruthann’s virginity. I describe how Jocelyn and I connected.

Sam looks up at me.

“Chrissy’s mother is Jocelyn Armbruster?”

I nod.

“Fuck. I’ve known Chrissy all the time she’s been at the academy and never knew she was her mother. Jocelyn is beyond hot. Hell, I’d do her in a second.”

I laugh.

Sam realizes what she’s said. Laughing, she adds, “hypothetically speaking, of course.”

“Of course,” I reply.

I admit that what Dede and Jocelyn said is true, I am fucked up.

I explain that I felt I shouldn’t see Dede right now. I have cut myself off from the people I like the most. I have also cut myself off from sex. I tell Sam that I went a long while without sex and didn’t miss it that much. But, my night with Dede, my interaction with Ruthann and flirtation with Jocelyn, loosed the tokat escort beast. Add to that, my frustration by not ever being able to be intimate with Mim, and I find myself in a sexual funk of epic dimensions.

“So, you’re horny?”

“Well put, dear cousin.”

“Well, go get laid.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Why?”

“I don’t even know where to start. I don’t want a relationship. I’m still crazy messed up about Mim. I just want some human contact and some sex.”

Sam is quite for a while. Then, she turns her head to meet my gaze.

“Mac, you know Crystal is semi-bi.”

“Semi-bi?”

“Yeah. We’re committed to each other and are definitely exclusive. But, she’s dated guys before. She’s told me she likes to fuck a man once and again.”

“Sam, you aren’t suggesting…”

“Think about it, Mac. She likes you. She thinks you have a hot bod—for a guy. You like her. She is beyond sexy. She is definitely not looking for a relationship with you. It’ll be perfect.”

“But, what about you?”

“Mac, remember the time in your bed you let me satisfy my curiosity about the male anatomy.”

I smile and nod.

“Well, now I would be able to see what a guy looks like when he cums.”

Sam grins widely as she looks into my eyes.

I bend over and kiss her forehead.

“Sam, I love you. You are just so there. So open. Crystal is lucky to have you. I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I appreciate how much you are putting on the line, but I cannot accept.”

Sam kisses me and hugs me tight.

“Mac,” she whispers in my ear, “I’d do anything for you. I’d fuck you if I thought it would help.”

I squeeze her back.

“I believe you. But, I’m afraid I’d get stabbed by one of your piercings.”

We both laugh.

I take Sam out for dinner and Crystal joins us. I admit looking at the two of them and imaging them naked crawling all over me does hit some buttons. But, I will just keep that in my fantasy file. I pray I do not have to retrieve it.

My talk with Sam has helped clear my mind a bit. I can’t put my life on hold while I mope about. I remember my conversation with Jocelyn. I understand that Mim never asked me to wait for her or to make more out of our relationship than it was. I am still pissed and hurt, but I think I need to get what I have of a life back on track.

I go back into work and start making things right there. I cleaned up the mess and caught up on all my billing and paperwork.

Charlie keeps eyeing me carefully and I know I have to say something.

I call him into the office.

“Charlie, I know you spoke with Sam.”

“Mac, look I’m sorry. It’s just that you were acting so strange. And, the business was starting to hurt because of it. I need to work, Mac. Plus, I hated to see you that way.”

I nod and say. “Charlie, I think you know that I don’t like people talking about me and my business.”

“Yeah, but I was worried.”

I stare at him until he can’t hold my gaze.

He can’t see my smile as I add. “Well, I guess it’s ok. Sam told me she put your nuts in a vise and made you talk.”

He looks up warily.

“Well, that might be a slight exaggeration,” he says, “but I think she woulda done it.”

We laugh and shake hands.

A few weeks later on a Friday, a Volvo pulls up in front. The office door opens and Jennifer Condron enters.

“Hey, Mac.”

“Hi, Jennifer. What’s up?”

“My husband thinks there’s something the matter with my front end. Can you take a look and can check it out.”

I wonder if she purposely offered up the double meaning.

I call for Charlie and he takes her keys and pulls it inside.

“We’ll take a look. Might take a bit. Can I drop you somewhere?”

“Thanks. Can you take me to Caroline’s? She can bring me back later.”

We climb into my truck. I know where Caroline lives and we head off.

“So, Mac, how are things with you?”

“You know, the same old. How about you?”

Jennifer turns toward me in the cab. “How about me what?”

There it is. I know that we can go either of two ways from this point. One way is that I play dumb and we talk about the weather or some shit. The other is a dangerous route.

I decide. “Like are you and Caroline still having fun together?”

I could swear I hear Jennifer purr.

“Oh, yeah. And, Mac, that offer is still open.”

“Offer?”

“Don’t be coy, Mac. It really doesn’t become you. But, just to be sure we are communicating. The offer is you, Caroline and I get together and collectively fuck each other’s brains out. Clear enough?”

Jennifer spreads her legs and rubs her hand along the crotch of her tight jeans.

“Crystal clear. Is Barney away again?”

“For another week. I have the kids to deal with, but our housekeeper can watch them for an evening and manage for a short time.”

“And, Caroline?”

“Malcolm is with Barney. Her kids are away at boarding school.”

“So, would you guys like to come over for a drink, or something?”

“Definitely ‘or something'”, yozgat escort she says.

“When?”

“If you think my car might be ready by the end of the day, then Caroline and I can come over after she drops me back at the garage.”

“Tonight?”

“No reason to wait,” she says as she rubs her breast through her shirt, “is there?”

“Actually, none than I can think of.”

“Splendid. See you around 6:30?”

“I’ll have the wine chilling.”

“Make it Tequila. I love drinking shots off Caroline’s pussy.” She looks at me and says, “and I imagine off your cock as well.”

“I admire your subtlety, Jen.”

“I’m never subtle about sex, Mac.”

I recall how she flashed her fantastic tits at me.

“Yeah, I’m getting that understanding.”

I pull into Caroline’s driveway.

“Sure it will be ok with her?”

“Mac, Caroline is a slave to my pussy. She will do whatever I tell her to. Besides, she has talked about your cock a lot.”

I have nothing to say at that point.

Jennifer gets out and walks around the front of my truck. She comes back to my window and I lower it.

“Oh, yeah, one other thing, Mac.”

I nod.

“My sister is visiting. She has become quite engaged in the little fun Caroline and I have. I think we just may have to drag her along. Toodles.”

I watch her tight ass sway up the stairs and disappear into her friend’s house.

I drive back to the garage wondering what I just got myself into. The erection pushing hard against my overalls answers the question.

Charlie discovered a bent wheel and replaces it. The car runs smooth and he is checking out some of the other systems. I tell him to call Jennifer when the car is ready.

I leave early. I stop at the liquor store and pick up a couple bottles of Tequila. Arriving home, I shower and dress in jeans and a light cotton sweater. I leave off the underwear. “Why bother?” I say to myself.

I fortify myself with a couple of shots and pace back and forth in my living room.

I hear cars turning into my drive. Soon, the doorbell rings.

I open to admit Jennifer, Caroline and a younger version of Jennifer.

“Mac, this is Shelly.”

I shake hands with a shorter, skinnier version of her sister. She looks way younger.

“We call her “oops”. She’s twelve years younger than I am. We guess mom thought she couldn’t get pregnant again, but she was wrong. Shelly finished at Smith last year and is now working part-time at Daddy’s law firm. She plans to go to law school next year. This year has been dedicated to having fun. Right, Sweetie?”

Shelly smiles. Jennifer kisses her on the lips. Next, Caroline moves in and kisses the young girl. They stand facing me with their arms around each other’s waists.

“Yeah, I like having fun,” Shelly says.

“I see,” I say. “But, sisters?”

“Oh, we don’t fuck each other, Mac. That would be too weird. I like to watch her and Caroline fuck. Tonight, I think I will really enjoy seeing the two of you fuck. It’s all just a lot of fun.”

“How about a drink?” I offer.

The nod and I pour three shots and freshen up mine. I had previously laid out a tray with lime slices and a big salt shaker.

The three women sit on the couch, casually running their hands over each other.

I’m sitting across from them.

“Mac, I told you I’m not subtle. So, would you mind standing and stripping. Shelly is just dying to see that cock.”

Jennifer is taking control. Normally, I want to be in control, but something inside is telling me to just go with it.

Placing my glass on the coffee table, I stand. I kick off my slippers and then slowly pull my sweater over my head.

The women stare at my naked chest.

“So strong looking,” murmurs Caroline. “Malcolm looks like the fucking Pillsbury Dough Boy.”

They laugh, then Jennifer says, “That’s the last we want to hear of Malcolm or Barney. This night is for us. Ok?”

Caroline agrees as she spreads her legs and rubs between her thighs over the cotton material of her Capri pants.

I undo my belt and unsnap my jeans. Pausing I reach to take a sip of Tequila. I place the glass down and teasingly pull down my zipper. My pubic hair springs out.

“Wow, no underwear,” says Shelly, who is also rubbing her hand under her skirt.

I turn my back to them and ease my jeans off my hips, past my ass and drop them to the floor.

“Perfect,” says Caroline.

“Turn around, Mac,” says Jennifer in a hoarse whisper.

Slowly I turn and face them.

I am not hard, but my dick is flush with blood. I wiggle my hips and my dick swings back and forth.

“I want that in my mouth,” says Caroline.

“Tops off first, ladies,” I say, taking back some control.

Jennifer eyes me, knowing we have begun a tug-of-war.

“No, first stroke that cock, Mac,” she commands.

“I need some skin first.” I swing it back and forth some more. It is heavy enough to slap against my thighs.

“Oh, fuck it, Jennifer,” says Caroline. She pulls her top off. Her small breasts are behind zonguldak escort the thin fabric of a bra. I can clearly see her nipples.

She doesn’t bother to unhook her bra, but just pulls it over her head. Her breasts are small mounds on her chest and barely move. She has tiny areolas and nipples that now stand out nearly an inch. They are dark, dark red.

“Play with your nipples, Caroline,” I say.

She starts tweaking the twin hard buds.

I point at Shelly.

“No,” says Jennifer. “Stroke it, Mac.”

It’s been a long time since I beat off for a woman. I slide my hand along my shaft from base to tip. I lift it to point toward the three women. I move my hand back.

“I need some moisture,” I say.

“Spit on it,” counters Jennifer.

I shake my head.

“Shelly, lick my dick.”

“No way,” says Jennifer.

“Fuck you, Jenny,” shouts her sister.

She leans across the coffee table and licks my cock from top to bottom. I hold it for her and she licks all around the tip. I push it against her lips and she opens her mouth. I am inside her mouth. Slowly she sucks and licks me.

“I think it’s wet enough, Mac. Make it hard,” orders Jennifer.

I pull out quickly, making a popping sound as it escapes Shelly’s lips.

I am at half-mast and with a few strokes bring it to full hardness. “Now, bring it to me,” Jennifer commands.

I shake my head. “I want more tits.”

Jennifer starts to unbutton her blouse. Her sister quickly pulls her shirt over her head. Her breasts strain against the light blue bra she wears.

“Caroline, take Shelly’s bra off.”

Caroline reaches behind the young girl and unhooks the clasp. She pulls the bra forward exposing the white mounds topped with large areolas and erect nipples. She runs her fingers over Shelly’s breasts, teasing the nipples to even further hardness.

I shift my gaze to Jennifer. She has unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She slips one strap of her bra, then the other off her shoulders. Reaching behind she undoes it and slowly lets it fall away.

I stare at her breasts. In spite of the awkward situation at the formal dance at the Academy, I could not completely erase the memory of those breasts. Jennifer plays with them, rubbing her hands over her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

“Ok, Mac. Stroke it.”

I begin to move my hand up and down my erection. In a minute some pre-cum appears and I use it to lubricate my shaft. I know I should feel uncomfortable beating off in front of three women. The sight of their naked breasts eases any discomfort.

Soon, I can feel the familiar tingle building.

“Do you really want me to just cum like this?”

Jennifer is staring and pulling hard on her nipples.

“I want you to cum now,” she says. “I figure you will last longer after that.”

“Whatever,” I respond and stroke faster.

“Oh, don’t waste it,” cries Caroline. She quickly moves from the couch and kneels in front of me. Her doe eyes look up and she opens her mouth.

I guide my tip to her lips. She pushes my hand off my cock and takes me inside.

She licks and sucks me. I feel my tip touching the back of her throat. Her eyes widen and start to water. She pauses and then takes me down her throat.

I groan with the sensation and begin to slowly fuck her mouth. She moves her hands to my balls and massages them.

Taking her head in my hands, I aggressively start moving in and out. Caroline is making guttural sound and keeps sucking.

I am at the point of no return and thrust back deeply into her mouth. I shoot and she gags. Caroline then controls herself and swallows.

“Let me see him cum,” says Shelly.

I shoot another string into Caroline and pull back. Two more lines of cum erupt. One covers Caroline’s face and the other dribbles down to her tits.

I am sweating. The women look at my still hard cock and lick their lips.

Shelly moves to Caroline and cleans my stuff from her breasts, sucking each tiny nipple into her mouth. Jennifer has now joined her and uses her tongue to clean off her friend’s face. They then exchange the remaining amount by pushing their tongues back and forth into each other’s mouth.

The women sit on the floor with their backs to the couch and look at me.

“Well, that was a yummy start,” offers Jennifer.

The others nod.

I grab the Tequila bottle and announce we all need another. They reach for their glasses, but I shake my head.

I bend over and suck Caroline’s right nipple. Once it’s wet I pour some salt around her areola. I stand over Caroline and hold the bottle over her small breast.

“This is yours, Shelly.”

I start to dribble some onto Caroline’s breast and Shelly moves her mouth to capture it as it runs down. She finishes by taking Caroline’s nipple in her teeth and pulling it out, cleansing it of salt and finishing by sucking a lime.

I repeat the process using Shelly’s breast. Caroline laps up the liquor and lavishes attention on the young woman’s breast.

I move in front of Jennifer. She looks me in the eye.

“Please get on your knees?” I ask gently. I know if I command her, she may refuse.

Slowly she rises. My erection bobs in front of her face. I step forward and touch my tip to her lips. She hesitates, then smiles and opens her lips.

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Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of Chapter 1. I would recommend reading it first, before diving into this chapter. As a reminder, the story continues to build rather slowly. But trust me, the kinkiness will come.

*****

Saturday, January 17

There was a smile on my face this morning as I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. It wasn’t because I had been able to sleep longer, although I loved being so well-rested. I also had a tremendous feeling of excitement, akin to a child waking up on Christmas morning.

My anticipation for what the day might bring was evident in everything I did before leaving my apartment. I sang in the shower. I whistled while I got dressed, did my hair, and fixed my makeup. I even hummed while eating blueberry waffles. The last part wasn’t too unusual for me, since I was enjoying my favorite breakfast food.

Up until the moment I got into my car, my focus had been on the fun activities I would be engaging in with Polly. I was looking forward to being involved in her physical transformation. However, as I settled in behind the wheel, I remembered the other item on my agenda: a discussion I wanted to have with her.

It was a short, five-minute drive to Polly’s house. This barely gave me time to review my plan for broaching the subject of her potential sexual interest in me. On one hand, I might come off as a hypocrite if I asked her about it, since plenty of boys leered at me too. On the other hand, none of those guys had near the same wanton desire in their gaze. She wasn’t just undressing me with her eyes – she was engaging in all kinds of lascivious activities as well!

When I pulled into her driveway, I came to the conclusion I needed to bring it up. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, and perhaps think I was leading her along. However, the setting for this dialog needed to be right. If I was able to persuade her to have dinner with me after we finished shopping, it would be the perfect opportunity.

I stepped onto her front porch and took a deep, calming breath. I had to push aside my anxiety regarding the potential difficult conversation. After convincing myself everything would be fine, I rang the doorbell.

A few moments later, the front door opened and a smiling Polly appeared.

“Hi, Polly!” I returned her smile. “How are you doing?”

“Hi, Miss Nolan.” She came out to greet me. “I’m good.” Her eyes widened as she looked me up and down. “Wow, you look amazing!”

“Thanks!” I glanced at my outfit, which was similar to the style I had worn all week: a white buttoned blouse, a short black skirt, white patterned stockings, and a pair of three-inch black heels. While it may have been a bit much for a trip to the outlets, I wanted it to give her ideas on how to update her wardrobe.

She gazed at what she was wearing: a green t-shirt, blue denim shorts, and brown sandals. Her expression quickly changed to one of disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I should have worn something nicer.”

“Don’t worry about it. You look fine.”

“But I can’t go out looking like this.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No! I’ll look stupid next to you! I gotta go change into something else.”

She turned to go back into her house, but I grabbed her arm.

“Polly, please. We have an appointment and I don’t want us to be late.”

I heard her let out a sigh, and she spun around to face me. She looked quite upset.

Realizing I needed to alleviate her concerns, I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, I’m the one who’s overdressed.” I gave her a light squeeze. “Nobody at the places we’re going will have a problem with what you’re wearing.”

“Are, are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” I patted her arm. “Now let’s head over to the salon.”

A slight smile appeared on her face as she nodded. We began walking and I heard her gasp.

“Wow! I love your car!”

I chuckled. “Oh, this old thing?”

“No way! It looks brand new!”

She rushed over to my red convertible, acting as though it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. I laughed at her giddiness, but it warmed my heart to witness such pure joy from her.

“Go on,” I said to her while opening the driver-side door, “hop in!”

Before I could even blink, she was in the passenger seat with her belt buckled. It was crazy to think she had gone from being so reluctant, to being so eager – in a matter of seconds.

After I clicked my seatbelt, I giggled at her continued display of enthusiasm. I then put on my sunglasses.

“So, is this the first time you’ve ridden in a convertible?”

“Yeah, and it’s gonna be soooo awesome!”

“I’m glad you like it. This car was actually my mom’s for a while, and my parents gave it to me when I graduated from college.”

“Cool! I wish I had a car like this.”

“Do you have your license?” I asked as I began backing out of the driveway.

“Yeah, but I have to drive either my mom’s mini-van or my dad’s Volvo. And those are pretty lame.”

“You think those are lame? You should have seen kütahya escort the piece of junk I used to drive.”

I glanced over to see her confused expression, and shifted gears to proceed out of the housing development.

“I had a gray station wagon that was practically falling apart, with like 200,000 miles on it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I was a poor college student, and it was all I could afford. But somehow it held up until I graduated and got this baby.”

“Wow, I can’t imagine you in something that ugly.”

“Well, I did hang some pink fuzzy dice from the rear-view mirror. So that helped a little.”

I gave her my best sarcastic smile, and she burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, that must have looked soooo tacky!”

“It did, but I didn’t care. When I stepped out of that thing, it didn’t matter to anyone what my car looked like.”

She went quiet for a few moments. “That’s because you’re beautiful, Miss Nolan.”

“Thanks, Polly. That’s so nice of you to say.”

“It’s true, though. You could be a model. You’re gorgeous!”

She was laying it on thick. I nearly blushed with embarrassment.

“And you’re a sweet girl.” I patted her leg. “Speaking of being gorgeous, that’s what today is all about. You may not believe it, but there’s a beautiful young woman inside of you that’s just dying to come out. And later this afternoon, she’ll be on full display.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I do. You’re very pretty, Polly. With my help, everyone will see what I see in you.”

I managed to glance at her as I turned the car onto the main road. The smile on her face shone as bright as the Florida sun. It was contagious, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear.

Several minutes later, we were on the bridge toward the mainland. I punched the gas pedal, and Polly let out a triumphant shout. With her arms raised and her hair flying in the open breeze, she looked like she was on a thrilling amusement park ride. I couldn’t help but laugh at her child-like behavior. But I had to admit, driving fast with the top down was indeed exhilarating.

We didn’t speak again for the next thirty minutes, as we enjoyed the beautiful views of the water while zooming across the causeway. Of course, it was unlikely we would have heard each other unless we were screaming, with how loud the sound of the wind was.

When we neared our destination, the traffic became heavier and I was forced to drive much slower. Moments later, we were stopped at a red light. I peered over at Polly and let out a giggle.

“You know, I wanted your hair to have a little more body. But the crazy wind-blown look may be a bit much.”

She raised an eyebrow and flipped down the mirror on her visor. After she saw herself, she shook her head and chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s pretty terrible.” She grabbed her purse off the floor and unzipped it. “I better fix it.” She took out a small brush and gazed at me. “Hey, how come your hair doesn’t look like this?”

“Who knows?” I replied with a shrug. “Maybe it’s the curling iron I use, or the stuff I wash my hair with.”

She nodded and began brushing her hair. “Do you use a special shampoo and conditioner?”

“Yup, and they only sell it at the salon. It’s pretty expensive, but I’ll show it to you before we leave.”

“Awesome! I should probably use it too, since I’ll have a new hairdo.”

“You definitely should, as long as you can afford it.” I continued driving for a bit and then remembered I wanted to ask her about dinner. “So, do you want to go someplace to eat when we’re done shopping?”

I noticed her tilting her head, as if she was considering it. “Um, okay, that sounds good.”

“I mean, I understand if you need to get back. It’s just there’s this great Italian place near the outlets that I thought you might like.”

“No, I don’t need to be home until, like, ten or eleven o’clock. My parents won’t be home until then anyway. And I gotta eat something for dinner.”

“Okay, great. I didn’t want to pressure you into it, that’s all.”

“Oh, it’s not like that. I just didn’t expect to be eating out. But it sounds like an awesome restaurant, and I love Italian!”

“Wonderful! And it’s definitely the best I’ve ever had.”

“Cool! I can’t wait!”

With that, we pulled into the parking lot and headed into the styling salon. When I gave my name at the lobby desk, I was thankful for not encountering too much traffic. The woman told me that they didn’t hold appointments for long, and we were several minutes late.

We got our hair done first. For me, it was a trim and adding bright red highlights. Polly had more than just a little cut off, as well as quite a bit of styling. She seemed distressed at what was happening until she saw the results in the mirror. Her once long and plain hair now had body, ending in curls just above her shoulders. It was adorable, and she loved it.

Because she was so pleased with the hairstyle I had recommended for her, she agreed to the manisa escort next part of our schedule. Her enthusiasm for it lasted right up until the first strip of wax was removed from her legs. I thought my hearing would be damaged from the scream she emitted. I had to hold her hand to get her through the rest of it – including the bikini area – while she gasped, whimpered, and groaned.

As for my own waxing, it definitely didn’t tickle. But I had been through it many times before and knew what to expect. I did feel a little bad about not warning her. However, I suspected she would chicken out if she had been told how painful it would be.

I explained to her I would be having my pubic hair trimmed, as I preferred the feel of it better when short. I also mentioned longer hair down there could be unsightly in a bathing suit. Given what she had just experienced, I figured she would decline to have this done. I certainly wouldn’t have blamed her.

To my surprise, she agreed to go through with it. I could tell she was anxious as she was taken back for this procedure, but she returned a little while later with a smile on her face.

The final treatment at the styling salon was to have our makeup done. This was always my favorite part, and I knew right away this was true for Polly as well. She asked many questions of the beautician as eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and blush were applied. I was proud of her for wanting to learn about this. She was so caught up in the moment, she didn’t even react to having some of her eyebrow hair plucked.

Once everything was finished, I smiled at her wondrous expression when she saw her face and then mine in the mirror. She thought we looked like movie stars, and I had to agree. While I was pleased with my own appearance, I could hardly believe how pretty Polly looked. I imagined with the right outfit, she would be simply stunning.

On our way out, she bought some of the makeup which had been applied to her. I also pointed out the hair products I used, and she purchased those as well. Since I was already there, I picked up some for myself too.

Our next stop was at the nail salon. We didn’t have to wait long, and we were soon seated in adjacent chairs. Polly informed me this was the first time she was getting a professional manicure and pedicure. I told her it would be a treat for her, but she seemed hesitant. It didn’t take long for me to determine the reason for this.

When we were told to remove our shoes, she apologized for the way her toenails looked. Both I and the woman working on them told her not to be concerned, as we had seen much worse. She nodded and appeared to relax somewhat.

As the nail technicians began working, I was happy I had the foresight to leave my stockings in my purse. I had placed them there when I excused myself, prior to the waxing at the previous salon. If I hadn’t done so, I would have needed to roll them off before my pedicure started.

For the next twenty minutes, Polly and I talked to each other and the friendly nail technicians. I did notice her glancing down at my legs, and I swore she was also looking at my feet. Then again, we were both getting our toenails painted and she was also looking at her own feet.

While waiting for the nail polish to dry, I admired the crimson color on my fingers and toes. Polly went with a bright pink color, which looked nice on her. It matched her blush and lipstick. I asked her if she would be buying any pink clothing at the outlet. She giggled and replied I must be psychic, because she definitely planned on it.

After using the bathroom and putting my stockings back on, I drove us to the outlet center. As we got out of the car, she told me she had only been to this place once before. She was excited to do some shopping here, since she now had money of her own.

She was practically skipping as we made our way to the clothing store. I laughed at yet another show of pure exuberance. It seemed to me this was the real Polly – not the sad, apprehensive girl who had been hiding beneath so many layers of pain and humiliation – and she was a true delight to behold.

We spent about an hour and a half in that shop. At first, she looked to me for fashion guidance. So I showed her the blouses and skirts I liked, and combinations I thought went well together. Once she caught on, she kept taking clothing items into the dressing room and coming out to show me ones she was happy with. She ended up choosing seven tops and six skirts, as well as two dresses. Even I tried on a few things, and got a new outfit for myself.

Before taking everything to the register, I told her she should buy some nice stockings to go along with her new wardrobe. She gave me a curious expression, and then informed me she wasn’t fond of wearing pantyhose. I took a quick look around to see nobody was near us, and pulled up my skirt enough to reveal the tops of my stockings. Her eyes bulged and she let out a gasp. I smiled at her reaction, thinking it was as much from how sexy it looked as it mardin escort was from surprise.

I asked her if she would be willing to wear stay-up, thigh-high stockings like these, and she nodded furiously. She followed me to the section where they sold them, and I pointed to the silk ones. When she picked up a pair to look at the price, she dropped them and shook her head.

“These are really expensive. Don’t they have other ones that are cheaper?”

“They do,” I said with a nod, “but those don’t look or feel as good.” I grabbed a pair of nylon stockings from a nearby shelf and handed them to her. “Feel these.”

After she ran her fingers across the material, she gave them back to me. “They feel nice.”

“Okay, now compare that to the silk stockings.”

“Wow,” she said as she rubbed the silk, “they feel a lot nicer.”

“Right, so if you’re going to be wearing them all day, then why not go with the ones that feel better on your legs?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

She still appeared to be reluctant. I needed to give her an additional push.

“Plus, they really do look great.” I noticed her gaze was focused on my legs, and I gave her a flirtatious twirl. “Don’t you agree?”

Her eyes went wide again, and she took a deep breath. “They, they do… yes.”

“Then you should buy a few pairs. Trust me, you pay a lot less here for quality silk stockings than anywhere else.”

“Okay, Miss Nolan, I’ll get some.”

During the next ten minutes, I helped her find a number of them in her size. She narrowed it down to the five she liked best – including two pairs of patterned stockings. I wasn’t surprised that the colors included pink, white, and black, since they matched the blouses and skirts she had chosen earlier.

At the checkout counter, she seemed startled by the total cost. I reminded her it would have been more than double at a lot of other stores. She agreed with a sigh and pulled the money out of her purse to pay for her clothing.

Once I purchased my items, I asked her if she could afford to do some shoe shopping. I assumed she had just spent most of her cash and wouldn’t be able to. However, she told me she definitely wanted to buy new shoes to complement her new attire, and she still had enough for at least one or two pairs.

We placed our bags in the trunk of my car and began heading toward the shoe outlet. On our way, I heard my stomach grumble. This made me remember we would be having dinner after we were done at the next store. But then, Polly had just informed me she was running out of money. I decided to discuss this with her.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and we’ve been running around all day.”

“Yeah, it would be nice to eat something.”

I noticed she looked a bit dejected, no doubt because of her cash situation. Therefore, I made her an offer.

“After we’re done at this place, I’m taking you to that wonderful little Italian restaurant I mentioned earlier. And it’s my treat.”

She stopped in her tracks. “I, I can’t let you buy me dinner. That wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s no problem,” I said while placing a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, it’s my fault that you’re practically broke. I mean, I kept encouraging you to buy things like makeup, hair products, and clothing. The least I can do is feed you.”

“But I—”

“I insist, Polly. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

She let out a sigh and shrugged. “Well okay, if you insist.”

I nodded and we exchanged smiles. “Great! Now that it’s all settled, let’s get you some new shoes!”

When we were inside the store, I inquired about her shoe size. She was a six, a full five sizes smaller than me. I directed her towards the high-heeled dress shoes. I had done plenty of shopping here before, so I knew which brands best combined style with comfort. I held up a black open-toe pair with three-inch heels, and she cringed.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I mean, I’ve just never worn shoes with heels that high.”

“Okay.” It didn’t take me long to find a similar pair in her size with two-inch heels. “How about these?” I waved them in front of her face. “They’re a bit lower.”

“Um, yeah, I guess those are fine.” She took them from me with some hesitation and sat down on a chair.

Taking a seat near her, I watched as she placed the black pumps on the floor and slid her sandals off. She took a deep breath and spent so much time putting her feet into the new shoes, I thought she was scared they would bite her.

I patted her leg. “So, do they feel all right?”

She stared at the shoes. “Yeah, I think they fit.”

“Well, you won’t really know unless you walk in them.”

“Right.” She continued gazing down and didn’t budge from the chair.

“Polly, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…” She shook her head and looked me in the eyes. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“Uh, well, I’ve only been in heels once in my life. It was for my older cousin’s wedding a few years ago, and the shoes had a one-inch heel.”

“Are you afraid you’ll fall down when you try to walk in these?”

She nodded several times.

I took her hand. “Then let me help you.” I rose and pulled her to her feet. “Just hold my hand until you get the hang of it.”

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I hated it when they first built the thing. It came up almost over night, and when the construction noises faded I thought I’d have peace. No such luck. The sounds of jackhammers and cement mixers were replaced with the endless endless clattering roll of skateboards. The skate park was an atrocity that could not stand, and I was determined to see its eyesore slopes and rails and endless graffiti tags bulldozed to the ground and repaved over.

What I hated most of all, was this one little punk who would come out late at night and skate alone. It’s strange, I never saw him in the park during the day, but while I may not know skateboarding, I could tell he was better than all the rest. His moves were almost a pleasure to watch. His jumps were higher, his spins were, well, spinnier, and his better tricks sometimes involved full flips and handstands.

I hoped he wouldn’t be out this night, as I was roaming the park with a clipboard and a manual, meticulously combing the grounds for a violation in construction or legal codes. As a longtime lawyer, I just knew I’d be able to find SOMETHING that could shut this place down. I had been at it a couple of hours and found lots to work with. This place was rife with safety code violations and shoddy workmanship. I was just adding a dangerous exposed pipe to the list when I heard the sound I dreaded, the soft roll of four little wheels that haunted my nights.

He was tall, over 6 feet easily, 18, though his baby face was smooth and pale and perfect . If he wasn’t done growing, he was going to be a giant when he was. On the warm night, he had opted to go in just shorts, shirtless, and my eyes could not help wander over his sculptured form. Abs that rippled like masculine waves, Pecs that begged for attention, arms that could have belonged to a heavyweight boxer with years more experience and training. His body seemed hairless, but I couldn’t tell if that was a product of shaving, or simply the fineness of his longish blonde hair that framed his boyish face.

He fixed his ice-blue eyes on me, meeting my green ones, and then flicking lower to my tits. The warm night had me dressed down as well, a blouse unbuttoned over a tank-top that did little to restrain my ponderous H-cup breasts, each orb free and bra-less, wobbling a little from my slightest movement. He continued to stare down my legs, and then back up, lingering on my breasts, then up to my bun-tied red hair, then back down to my tits again, then my face. Men.

“What’s with the clipboard, lady?” He asked.

“The name’s Katrina. I’m going to get your little playground here shut down.” I explained.

“What!? You fucking bitch! Why?”

“Because the last thing I need is loud, sweaty boys clattering around practically in my front yard all day and night. And YOU are the worst offender.”

“I bet you like us sweaty, you old bag.”

I blushed. I’m not sure why. “You wouldn’t stand a chance in court, boy. There’s really nothing you can do.” I taunted him, even letting my torso jiggle a little to really rub it in.

He looked me up and down again and smiled.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

“What sort of deal?”

“If I can make it from that corner,” he pointed, “to your house in ten seconds or less, you’ll drop the suit.”

It would have been impossible for a car to make it that distance in so short a time. There was no harm in giving the pest a reason to leave me alone. Besides, if he succeeded, I’d just file the suit anyway. He couldn’t stop me.

“Sure. Let’s see it, boy.”

“The name’s Oliver. Now time me.”

And I did, waiting till he reached the corner to start watching my cell-phone clock. IT didn’t look good for the first few seconds, but as he kicked the board into gear, he took off insanely, those muscular legs propelling his light frame uncannily fast. He must have been wearing a weighted cup or something, because his khaki shorts bulged with an object unnaturally large that almost seemed to help preserve his momentum as he went forward.

He finished the run and skated over, body glistening in a light sheen of sweat from his incredible effort.

“Seven seconds. I’m impressed.”

“You think that’s impressive, you should see me take a kick-flip fakey 360 into a manual primo ollie.”

“That means absolutely nothing to me.”

“Okay, then how about this? A bet for double or nothing.”

“I’m calling off the case. How exactly could I ‘double’ that?”

“With those double-D’s of yours. Show ’em to me if I win. If I lose, the case is off.”

I scowled, “They’re H cups you little prick, not that its any business of yours. Fine, if I win, the case is back on, and YOU have to skateboard home naked. Now what’s the bet?”

“I will start from only six feet from you, and then jump over you on my board. Do you accept?”

Even with his speed it could never happen. ordu escort He was probably just trying to draw things out by losing…suckering me into something bigger with an easier task.

“Deal. Do it, brat.”

He started his run, reaching his blazing speed fast and leaping, snatching his board out from under his feet and trying to clear me with his legs spread to either side of my head.

Then something strange happened.

He cleared me.

His package did not. It was heavy, like getting slapping in the face with a basketball made of ground beef, and the weight of it knocked me on my ass. He landed awkwardly behind me. I was blinking in astonishment as to what that weight could possibly be, because what my senses told me contradicted my brain fiercely. It must have showed on my countenance as I turned to face him.

“Didn’t think I could do it, huh?”

“You didn’t do it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Nuh-Uh.” I blinked. Was I arguing with this guy like I was a kid? I was a fucking lawyer for god’s sakes.

“You knocked me over. Ergo, you did not clear me.”

“I’m on the other side of you. So that means I did.”

I tried to think of more to back up my side. I couldn’t. “Okay, so it’s a tie. We cancel out and we’re back to square one.”

“Wrong.” He shot back. “Skate park betting rules say that we each have to take our penalty.

I wanted to say no. but…that bulge…I had to know. “Okay, fine. But come inside. I’m showing YOU my boobs, not the whole neighborhood.

He shrugged with that arrogant smile of his. “Whatever.”

And we went inside.

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We stood in the living room, the skate punk and the lawyer, each daring the other to make the first move.

“You have to go first. You said I have to go home, so I can’t and still see you.”

“Fine.” I muttered, shedding my blouse and then lifting the tank top, letting him take out the perfect gleaming orbs that are the pride of my tumultuous puberty. My tits are perfect tear-drops, lolling on my chest in resplendent softness, the areolas like the bottoms of a pint-glass, the nipples burnished purple nubs like pinky-tips.

He stared. I resolved to let him look until he blinked, but then realized that he had been looking for almost ten minutes with his eyes drying in his head.

“Umm…you okay there, brat?” I asked.

“They’re magnificent!” He said with awe almost cracking his voice.

I blushed a little.

“Okay. Lose the shorts.”

And he did. Slowly. My eyes squinched shut, then opened wide. The root of him was as thick as my ankle, soft where it hung as he slowly unveiled inch after uncoiling inch of it.

When he’d reached the balls about 8 inches down where they hung super-low, one in each pant-leg apparently, I almost fainted. Each hairless nut was like a football with rounded points, manly and grotesque and powerfully they hung, mocking all men I’d ever seen naked with their potency. None could call themselves a man after seeing this true masculine paragon,

This blond Adonis with the balls of a God.

And still that dick kept coming, inches became feet until I saw that he dangled ankle-thick to just below his knees.

I fell to mine.

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“You can’t be serious!” I finally said, a little louder than I intended as I stared at the limp monster.

He blinked. “What the hell does that even mean? I’m right here. This is my cock. Those are my balls. What’s the matter? Feeling like you’ve never seen the real thing all of a sudden?” He arrogantly smirked after he said it.

I stared a little more. “It’s just… I mean…I…So…so bi…so hu….so monstero…. so fucking gargantuan! You have a massive cock, okay? Do you think you could give me a fucking second to adjust my entire reality around the idea that someone as much man as you could even exist?”

He seemed to think about it.

“Would it help if you had the measure?” He asked.

“I…Uh…” I was still flabbergasted, but could admit the appeal to his suggestion. “Okay.”

He grinned.

“Let’s start with a conventional measure. Grab something long…a yardstick or a tape measure.

I stood, tits swaying heavily as I searched through the house, finally finding a cloth tape measure and returning.

“Okay, lay your cock on the table.” I said with more eagerness and command in my voice than I’d intended.

“You sure? Is that table sturdy enough to handle the weight?” He asked.

I shook my head at him and clucked my tongue, tsk tsk. But to my shock, when he slapped his massive prick down with a resounding smack upon the surface, it did creak and shake a little. Even soft this thing really was strong enough osmaniye escort to threaten my furniture.

My mouth was dry as I unrolled the measure along it.

5 inches. “I’ve barely started…”

10 inches “Jesus christ…”

15 inches “OH MY GOD! Surely it can’t grow much, right stud?” I asked, jaw hanging at the fifteen inches of soft meat running almost off the edge of my table from where where

his tremendous testes splayed to either side.

“Well you’d have to get it hard to see, now wouldn’t you?” He smirked.

Oh who was I kidding? This young skate-stud knew for certain that I was going to be sucking his cock before the night was through… might as well get it over with, I thought.

Crawling up on to the table, I splayed my enormous udders on either side of it, teasing his soft cock with soft tit-meat, running my award-winning boobs up and down the length of him, loving how I could feel blood throbbing through those spectacular veins just from the contact of my tits.

When I reached the base of him, I slung his prodigious cock over my shoulder, focusing my horny attention on his balls.

What I did to that pair of orbs could not be described as praise or even worship… no, I founded a religion on those sweaty, meaty gonads, one whose rituals consisted of licking and sucking and kissing, whose only dogma was salvation through nut-lathing and whose high priestess was a temple whore named Katrina Kildaire.

There was no way I could actually fit a ball in my mouth of course, so I did what I could handle instead. I sucked the thick, salty skin of his sack between my lips and filled my maw with it, then sucked harder and filled my throat. His ball-bag alone without his cock or nuts in the equation occupied as much space as the biggest lover I’d ever accommodated, and when I finally let it go the fat orbs surged forward, battering my lips. I looked up him, clearly impressed, but his expression was one of familiar self-satisfaction.

Here was a young man who had known his share of worshippers, who knew just how amazing his gift was, and who didn’t mind rubbing my face in it. Which he literally did when he seized my hair and crammed me forward, turning my worldview into nothing but the sight, smell, taste, and touch of his enormous seed-makers. I tongue-lashed the maybe a fourth of one huge balls that would fit in my oral cavity, using my mouth-muscles to massage him, slap him, taste him and tease him, hoping to please this tiny portion of pendulous prick-paste-pod, He was clearly practiced, and tangled another fist in my red hair, forcing me to move in such a way as to give equal treatment to each portion of his left nut that I could, then directed me to the other one. I licked and slurped and sucked, gasping and moaning between mouthfuls of man-meat, finally gasping when I pulled back to see three things.

The clock on the wall said I’d been merely sucking this stud’s balls for 45 minutes. It took that long just to get to all of them.

They were now coated in sheen of my slobber. It looked like someone had dumped a drum of saliva on his balls, and it puddled upon the table.

His cock was now harder than before….it still clearly had some give as the end of it drooped over the side of the table, but it had grown almost twice the size. I don’t know how to explain it scientifically, but I had an honest to god orgasm right there, my whole body going rigid, my nipples stiffening even tighter, my pussy belting out a nasty squirt of juice that audibly went “splat” upon the floor.

I was in trouble.

He knew it too, leering at me, devouring me with his pretty blue eyes, shamelessly inspecting my body for how he would take pleasure from my lush curves and pouting lips and all the rest. I wasted now time in walking around the table to inspect his head, lifting the seemingly grapefruit sized knob in a palm and leaning low to slap my tongue over his bursting helmet, tasting his glans like a cone of cock-flavored ice cream. My wet pink mouth-muscle wandered all around and then stabbed into the cum-slit, the thing almost cavernous compared to any I’d ever seen. But then, from the look of those balls, it would simply have to be. They wouldn’t have a prayer of unloading through a normal man’s cock; it would be like trying to empty a water-tower through a drinking straw.

I kneeled on the table, straddling his cock, not putting my weight on it, just letting my wet pussy (which I’d freed while fetching the measure) coat the back of him in my steaming juices, a preview of things to come. I grabbed the tape measure and wrapped it around one of his big biceps. He flexed for me, letting the sculpted bulge fill out to an incredible 20 inches for me. I licked his arms, worshipping his muscles, letting my tongue roam both of them, and then find purchase on his perfect Pecs, teasing his nipples as I explored each straining crevice of his chest muscles.

My tongue led me down his abs; thick cuts of steak-like muscle layered his torso like armor, sinop escort a perfect trench of it running down him, a trail for me to cover to his cock.

The root of it was so thick where it met his body that I couldn’t put my lips on both sides of it at once, even when I stretched my jaw painfully to try. Holding this strange position of gape-jawed snake-swallowing I slid down his monstrous member, smearing my lips on the back of his cock until I reached the head. After coating the grapefruit-like scepter-tip I leaned back and marveled again at his now seemingly fully hard size.

“Can I measure?” I asked nervously.

He just laughed, obviously used to this question. “Of course.”

But when I grabbed the measure he put a hand to my wrist. “No no. Grab my board.”

“Why?” I blinked

“Just do.” He said again. I went into the living room and seized the skateboard he’d left leaning against the door.

When I handed it to him, his intention became clear. He flipped the board over, and revealed a long sticker of a ruler underneath. IT ran the length of the board. 32 inches. He slapped his balls on the edge and his cock on the board, the wet smack making my pussy tingle. It ran the length of the board almost exactly. This stud had a32 inch fucking cock. Two feet, 10 inches. His cock was longer than his biceps were around, thicker than my waist. I marveled. I drooled. My jaw hung. Time passed.

Then, suddenly, I was on him, moaning like an animal as I crammed his cock deep into my throat, choking down inch after inch after inch. I though I was the queen of deep throat, but the stud tested me, and on that thirteenth inch of him I found myself rasping for breath, still trying to force myself forward, almost two feet of him left completely un-sucked. I pushed him back with a frustrated cough.

“Okay stud. I refuse to be beaten that easily. When I say shove, then shove.”

He looked a little taken aback. It was clear that while he might be accustomed to many over-the-top reactions to his size, few of those included attempts to kill one’s self on him. I lay on my back, head dangling over the edge of the table and opened wide.

“Shove” I commanded, and he thrust forward, plowing his massive, virile megacock down my throat, making me gag at first, but then utterly suppressing my body’s ability to react just with the sheer amount of pressure and fullness. My eyes were wide as I felt him pass this wall and slip inch after inch of meat into me, his enormous balls growing tantalizingly close, but still eight inches away by the time they slapped against the edge of the table and his cock could enter no further.

But I was proud to have 26 inches of cock stopping my throat. I demonstrated this pride by swallowing on it, rolling my muscles over every inch of him I could, my tits wobbled on my chest obscenely as I reached backward and grabbed a ball in each hand, firmly squeezing and tugging the huge footballs as I nursed on his cock.

My pussy and throat competed for what could produce more juice, the former coating the whole table-top in a sheen of my sweet nectar, the latter an unending stream of gooey thick precum and saliva that spilled from my lips and threatened to go up my nostrils from the upside-down vantage point.

“That’s right, you get sloppy, hon!” He grinned as he pumped his hips a little, making me gag out more of the nasty gunk.

“I’ll bet when you walked out there with your little clipboard, you didn’t think this was how your night was gonna end, did you?”

I could only cough in response, pumping and tugging his nuts all the while.

Finally he pulled out and oxygen burst into my lungs, my eyes wide as he wiggled his now dripping prick around like he were wielding some absurd skyscraper of meat. Looking me hungrily up and down he came closer and parked his balls on my head, thick leathery scrotum spilling down the sides of my head almost like a hat. He slapped his wet prick down between my tits and used his hands to gather them up, sawing his cock between them, balls rolling all over my upturned face, filling my nostrils with the scent of him.

Again I lost track of time, but when he finally pulled his scrotum from my face, I saw that my belly button was overflowing with a shimmering lake of pearl precum. He strode around the table and grabbed my ankles, tugging my ass to the edge as he placed the tip of his rod at my pouty cunt lips.

“I dare you not to cum.” He said.

“What?” I asked.

Then he slid himself inside me, parting my sex with no small amount of pleasure and pain, the sensation of both mixing feeling like all the blood in my body suddenly rushed to my clit, fanning the flames and stoking them at once, endorphins adrenaline and raw primal lust firing my pussy to life. He was coy at first, only feeding me between 4 to 6 inches a thrust, but once I gave my first whimper of “more” he went off, plowing his monster deep inside me.

His thick head scraped every sensitive wall of me as his length took me deeper then anyone ever could, the hot precum spewing ram battering my innermost recesses, ripping an orgasm from me. I let him know about my orgasm by speaking in nasty gibberish. “OH MY FUCK YOUR COCK HUGED MY PUSSY AIEEEEEEE!” I believe is what I said. It was like he had fucked my whole college education right out of my head.

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It was all his fault.

All he had to do was pick a female from his phone contacts and have them call his Mistress. He missed the deadline and in turn his Mistress used his email account to send a message to his doctor asking her to see him due to his concerns over locking himself in chastity and practicing orgasm denial for extended periods of time. Although covered by patient privacy, she was his family doctor for most of his life and would have to endure the prospect that she knew of his kinky secret.

In a state of panic he asked an ex-girlfriend to call his Mistress. They had dated in college and he remembered her being really good in bed and very open minded, but eventually he broke up with her for being too clingy and controlling. However, that was years ago and she seemed to have matured since then. He had, coincidentally, run into her a couple of months ago and they had seen each other on and off since. Lunch, dinner or maybe a movie, but nothing more.

That was until he asked her for help. She told him that he owed him big time. He reluctantly agreed, knowing that now, two women had him trapped. She thought it was funny that he placed himself in such predicament and jokingly let him know it. Her request was not, he thought, so funny. She wanted him to clean her house once a week for the next six months to which he agreed.

Then she added the caveat that he needed to do it naked. When he began to waffle, she asked him what his Mistress would think if he reneged on his end of their bargain. She chuckled at the prospect of having him clean up for her and seeing what a chastity cage looked like.

To make matters worse his Mistress had one more punishment for him. For the next six weeks he was to blindfold himself and wait for her naked. She would then handcuff him, unlock him, clean him, wait for him to go soft and then lock him back up. All without speaking to him. It was maddening. Now more than wanting to cum, he just wanted to be teased. Her ignoring him was more than she could bear.

Twenty-six weeks. A full six months. He was going mad. He had not see or heard his Mistress speak for over six weeks. She would simply contact him via text messages. tokat escort His cock ached for release, for her touch, for anything. He didn’t know if he could go on. His frustration now gave way to desperation. He was on the verge of breaking down.

He talked to his ex-girlfriend about it. She told him he was silly for getting into such a predicament, but he had either end it or see it through. Shit or get of the pot she would tell him. Just don’t whine about it.

They had become more and more of a platonic couple the more he went over to her place to fulfill his debt to her. She had become quite comfortable with him being around her. Having taken to walking around in her panties when he was there and slowly starting to have him helping with other chores such as running errands or going shopping for her. He began to think she was playing games with him, taking advantage of his situation, but he dismissed this as crazy thoughts of a sex starved submissive.

In the absence of his Mistress he was growing fonder of her and began getting aroused just at the thought of going over to her place and see her. He began to think that it was a mistake to break up with her.

Out of nowhere, he received a message from his Mistress on his way over to do his weekly cleaning. He almost drove off the road as he read the message. He thought about it as he drove to her house. He decided that his girlfriend needed to see the message for herself. He just didn’t know what to do anymore. He couldn’t think straight. She would help, she has before.

She read the message as he got undressed. “Umph. She’s got a point. This would definitely prove your devotion and your commitment to your key holder.” She put the phone down. “Have you done anything like this before?”

“NO! Never. I mean my doctor told me it would it help, but I mean really!”

“Well, It seems and no pun intended, she got you by the balls. I mean if you stand your ground you could lose your job. I’m not sure your boss would appreciate you letting her in on your little secret.” She could clearly see he was gripped by fear and indecicion. “Look, I’ll help you do this, but if I do this I’ll need yozgat escort to revise our arrangement.”

“Yes, of course. Fine.” He was blindly over zealous. His Mistress was ready to cost him his job. A great job as a matter of fact. She told him that she were to help then she would like to extend his obligation another six months. She also wanted him to service her orally at least twice a week for that time. He prided himself on his pussy eating skills and eagerly jumped at the chance to prove it. He was to clean the house and she went out to get the things they would need to accomplish his task.

She returned a while later and he was just finishing his chores. After she had him shower; she had him fix them a couple of drinks and join her in the living room. “Kneel.” she commanded as he put the drinks down.

She slipped off her skirt and stepped towards him. Her crotch almost on his nose. “Sniff it. Do you remember how good it tasted?” He took in her scent and moaned as he nodded yes. His cock stirred in its cage.

She inched towards him, the dampness of her panties tickled his nose. “Use your tongue.” He stuck it out and pressed it against the fabric. She cooed softly as he worked it around. Soon her hands were winding their way through his hair. His mouth was now pressed against her as he sucked and licked her through her panties.

“Take them off.” she hissed. “With your teeth.” By now he was dripping pre-cum on the floor beneath him and his neglected member ached for release. As he slowly worked them down, her well groomed crotch revealed itself. An arrow of hair pointing directly to her moist mound caused a painful swelling in his cage. She pulled him by the hair into her as she fell back onto the couch.

Lustfully he dove right in. Her scent filing his nostrils. She bucked and moaned as he worked his tongue between the folds of flesh. She pushed her feet into his back and her hands pulled at his hair as she was driven closer and closer to climax. He moved in for the kill and her shriek pierced the air as she was seized by her orgasm.

“Wow. I’d forgotten how good you were.” She sat up after a few minutes, resting, catching zonguldak escort her breath. “Now let’s get you ready. Turn around.” Hesitantly, he spun around on all fours. She giggled at the slick puddle on the floor. “Is there anything left? Well, lets find out. OK. Face down, ass up.”

She hung a small cup off of his chastity device. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept over him as he felt the cool lube slide down his ass crack. Without warning she slid a finger into him. His ass puckered tight around it. Her invasion was just an attempt to lube him completely. “How’s it feel, Honey?”

“OK, I guess.” He jumped though when she brushed over his prostate.

“Jackpot.” she said whimsically.

She withdrew her finger and readied a prostate massager. Slightly angled and bulbous with a handle and an arm to stimulate from the exterior as well. Gently placing it on his ass she pushed it in. She smiled as she watched it slowly disappear. He gasped as it hit its mark. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, all things considered.” She began alternating between moving it in and out and rocking it back and forth, judging his reactions for the best technique. His cock futilely stiffened in its confines. He wondered if if was supposed to be getting aroused by this. “Oh, yes. Tweets. Please.” was a barely audible hiss that escaped him. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said or that he’d started rocking back and forth.

She was surprised also at his response. ‘Tweets’ was his pet name for her when they had dated. “You can do it, Honey.” She whispered back. “Fill up the cup. Relax and fill it up.”

He bit his lip as he felt the pressure of an orgasm build inside him. ‘Almost there.’ he thought. Like the pressure of a shaken bottle of soda, he just needed to pull the tab. “Please, oh, please.” He pushed back harder. “Almost!” he grunted. “There!” He started panting. He tried to will himself over the edge.

It was hopeless. He wanted to scream. “Please. Let me cum. Please!” He collapsed to his elbows and his head hit the floor.

“”All done.” She pulled out the probe from him and took the cup off his cage. “My, my, look at what you did!”

He turned to see the cup was almost full of a milky white fluid. His fluid. His cum! She took off the wires that held it to his cage and screwed on the cap. “Here you go.” She held out the cup. “You should clean up and get going.”

He did as she asked and soon he was on the road. Headed towards his Mistress.

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“Cute necklace, where did you get it?” trilled the diminutive voice of Chloe. She was pointing at the bright pink collar, locked around my husband, Mack’s neck.

At several muscular inches north of six feet, not many people will ask Mack, my husband, about the pink collar he wears locked around his neck.

Whenever a man asks about the collar, they normally find something else entirely to become interested in after the former soldier focuses his full, attentive, gaze on them.

When a woman asks about the collar, however; they trigger my gentle giant’s Rule

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. That particular rule requires him to answer the question and offer to provide further information to the woman if requested.

Chloe, according to her name tag, was a middle-aged, petite, mousy looking, brunette hotel clerk who apparently wanted anything Mack was offering.

Generally, I would intercede and answer on Mack’s behalf. Occasionally, even though I am present, I will leave it to Mack to answer the woman. I love hearing his bass voice iterate the words to Rule 6.

“Hello, Miss.” Mack’s voice rumbled forth, “I am wearing this collar to signify and demonstrate my absolute obedience to my wife.” As he completed telling Chloe the definition of Rule 6, he handed her one of our ‘Get To Know Us’ cards.

“What does the obedience thing mean?” Chloe asked, continuing with “Like, what does she make you do?”

Mack responded to both her questions, “The obedience part means my wife, even though she is standing here in a skirt; is the one who wears the pants, so to speak, in our family. To your second question, the answer is I do whatever she wants me to do.”

“Hi, Chloe,” I interjected, “My name is Cheryl, I am Mack’s wife. Please feel free to call us at the number on the card when you have time and we can discuss Mack’s collar and anything else you might be interested about Mack and I in a more private setting.”

“That is, if you are interested in the answer he gave you.” I teased.

To date, approximately 10% of the women who encounter Mack while he is alone and ask him about the collar will then follow through and pick up the phone. When the initial encounter includes both Mack and I together, about 40% will follow through with a call. The number who meet with us in person for the discussion is about 5% or so of those women who called.

As Mack and I made our way to the elevator, I noticed Chloe placing our card in her purse. That meant Mack and I were probably going to be having a discussion with little Chloe later on. The room’s phone rang within minutes of entering our room. Chloe was asking if she could meet with us when she got off of work.

After settling into our room, Mack and I spent the next hour or so making love. We usually do this when we have the time prior to discussing the collar with anyone in person to reaffirm our personal commitment. This is more for my benefit than Mack’s. Ironically, even though I am the one pushing for having these discussions with women that we meet, I find I become a ‘Nervous Nellie’ before the discussion. Mack seems to simply roll with it.

After showering, Mack freshened my manicure and pedicure and put my hair into a twisted chignon. (Retirement leaves him extra time to learn new things.) He then dressed me in a dark blue, long sleeve, split skirt maxi dress and added white open toed sandals to the mix.

Mack knows exactly how to dress and prepare me so, from all outward appearances, I exude supreme confidence.

We left the room, going downstairs to have dinner at the hotel restaurant.

As we passed the service desk, Mack and I waved at Chloe, pointing to the dining room to indicate we would be there for the next hour or so.

Mack and I had an enjoyable dinner. Before returning to our room, I stopped by and inquired of Chloe as to the time of shift change at the hotel. Chloe said that she would get off work at 6 PM and would go directly to our room if doing so was okay with me. I smiled warmly at her, placing my hand on the back of hers and saying, “We will both be waiting for you. See you after six o’clock.”

Mack grew up in the military. In addition to living all over the United States, he also lived overseas several times. As Mack explained it to me, “You learn to make friends quickly, sadly, you are likely to know them for only a short while as one or both of you will be transferred to another post soon.” Mack’s parents were open about sex with their kids.

Consequently, Mack’s attitudes towards sex were open. He told me that he had participated in both combinations of threesomes, he preferred having the extra female if both females were bisexual. He was not interested in other males what so ever and this probably influenced his thoughts on threesomes with two males and one female.

Mack had joined the military himself, serving one term. He told me that at his last posting, in North Carolina, an older female working on post as a civilian had taken a keen sexual interest in him. It was from her said Mack where he learned patience and how to use intense kırşehir escort foreplay to pleasure a woman. She had also explained a young man, like him was usually only concerned about getting his own rocks off and while many women enjoy having a pure straight up banging on occasion, he would be more likely to get invited back if he concerned himself with the woman first. Mack said he had spent six months with the woman before she moved on to another posting herself.

Comparatively, I was raised in a conservative household in a large farming family in the rural Midwest. My family was deep into religion.

Growing up in this type of family, you quickly found daughters were second citizens. The boys were it. The daughters, like myself, more or less raised themselves and tried to stay out of the way of the men.

The attention a daughter got was mainly from the three conversations your mother had with you as you matured.

Your mother explained menstruation. You were instructed to ensure all your pads, soiled or not were never left in a common bathroom. No one, other than yourself needed to know about your period.

Your mother explained that God did not want you to touch yourself. It was unclean and nice girls did not succumb to the temptation to do it. It pleased God for you to wait and receive your sexual pleasure from your future husband.

Mom also let it be known, in the event you became pregnant out of wedlock, you did not need to tell either her or your father, simply pack your bag and hit the door, you were no longer welcome in her house.

I don’t know if there has ever been a teenager that has not masturbated and I can say I certainly wasn’t the exception to the rule. I knew where and what my clitoris was and while I most definitely fingered myself, I didn’t experiment with inserting other objects.

Sex with boys was light. In my Sophomore year, I gave my then boyfriend a hand job.

As an adult and out from under the roof of my parents, I read Cosmo, I knew women were supposed to be capable of intense orgasms in a myriad of ways. At eighteen years of age, I finally learned to masturbate when I wanted sexual release. While I could climax, it was not as satisfying for me as I thought it would be. Perhaps my parents were right, maybe it did take two adults to engage in sex in order for it to become an ultimate pleasure.

The other thing I learned about as an adult was that loved to dance. First at dance clubs and later on at bars with dance floors. Dancing a great outlet for pent-up energy and great source of exercise.

Physical fitness was not the real reason that I loved dancing. I used the fitness angle when talking to my friends and family when explaining why I was spending so much time at the clubs.

The real reason I adored dancing was for the excruciating eroticism that my body experienced when a man’s erection was being pressed against my body in response to my flirting with him. I knew that given the opportunity the man I was dancing with would probably like to use his erection to bed me. This became an overwhelming intoxicating feeling for this farm girl turned dance floor tease. I let the men I danced with feel my body while on the safety of the dance floor, so long as they didn’t get too carried away. The men reaffirmed their excitement with their erections. During any given night, my batteries were charged anew each time I got another dance partner.

I met my first husband through a church social. He seemed to be a nice, charming man. We dated through a summer, then married. I was finally ready to fully experience the full passion and lust accorded only to married couples.

Sex with my husband was stupendously unsatisfying. I enjoyed masturbating more than having sex with my husband. About as adventurous as we would get sexually was to have the lights on, or perhaps do the act doggy style. In retrospect and placing the blame where it is due, a large part of fault of our pathetic sex life was mostly due to my prudish upbringing. A smaller part was due to his selfishness.

Foreplay to my husband consisted of him getting me into a position where he could fuck me, perhaps also making a swipe at pawing my breasts. Then he would rapidly fuck me until he ejaculated in me. There was no post-coital embracing. Nothing in our sex life could be construed as romantic or loving in any way, shape or form. I grew to dread this ultimate pleasure only afforded to married couples.

Cosmo, always the young woman’s fountain of knowledge, let me know my husband had an average length penis at a bit under six inches. Perhaps I was one of those females I read about that needed a bigger than average penis to be satisfied with intercourse.

The short story of our sad marriage was my husband also liked to drink entirely too much and when he drank he tended to get mean and physically abusive. It took me three years of scraping and saving to be financially and emotionally able to work up to filing for a divorce, all the while covering up the odd bruises with makeup.

After malatya escort this marriage experience, I decided I wouldn’t need a husband in my future life. For sexual release, when I wanted something more than what masturbation was offering me, I was pretty sure I could find a man willing to spend one night with me.

While our divorce proceedings were pending, I returned to the dance floor. I found I got more sexual satisfaction dancing, and only dancing, with the men I met than I had in my marriage.

On Friday night, the day my divorce was finalized, I went to a bar to celebrate. If everything went as planned, I was going to have slept with the second person in my life after this evening. At five foot ten, with blond, sandy hair, and having a naturally thin figure, I didn’t anticipate having too many problems leaving with a man for the evening. I danced with several men, drank with several others.

I ended up going to the room of a man in his forties who was passing through to have my official liberation sex. It was not as fulfilling as I was expecting. There was not much in the way of foreplay, and while this man also had the average penis length, it was much thinner than the penis of my ex-husband. The intercourse was gentle and lasted for a short 10 minutes.

“Not as fun or liberating as you thought it would be.” I said to my 30 years old self, gathering my stuff to leave.

After the encounter with the older man and some serious soul-searching, I knew a life of one night stands weren’t going to be for me, I was going to need stability.

A few weeks later, I danced with my first black man. I kept my teasing to a minimum as this was a small town with a few loudmouthed racists and neither he nor I needed the grief that would ensue if these boneheads thought something inappropriate was going on.

Even though I had tamed my flirting down and he was the dancing prim and proper, there came an occasion where I felt his erection press into my hip. This man had a massive erection and the sensation of feeling it against me was unreal.

Back to Cosmo, my library for all things sexual. Cosmo is telling me black men were generally well-endowed and were also masterful lovers. I began to masturbate to the idea of sleeping with a black man and having his huge penis filling me up for hours on end.

I had started noticing the ‘packages’ of my black male co-workers and fantasizing about the many ways they would make love to me. This soon became an obsession of mine. I did manage to dance with a few more black men. While it might have been my imagination, by and large, those men seemed to live up, package wise, to what I had read. As I stated earlier, unfortunately a white woman leaving a bar with a black man would have stirred the local rednecks into a frenzy, so I never attempted to sleep with those black men. I wanted to. I wanted to sleep with at least one of them, I wanted that ultimate pleasure orgasm.

I hoped that when I finally settled on a man to marry, that I would be a better judge of his character. I knew one thing was certain, I was never going into a relationship where I feared the man, nor would I lock myself to someone who did not respect me as a woman. I also hoped I when I found this mystical man that he would be a little more, um, satisfying in the downstairs department.

Even though I was now looking for a more permanent lover, I still went out and enjoyed the attention I received from men when I danced. At times, I would leave with one of my dance partners and have sex with them. I even managed several clitoral orgasms with some men. Mostly though I settled for rubbing my breasts and crotch against them on the dance floor, all the while appreciating the feeling of their hard erections pressing back against me in return.

My black cock fantasy was still running rampant in my thoughts. I had started making plans to get a hotel room in the next city over and settle my desire, once and for all, to be penetrated by a black cock. This involved locating dance halls in the city where finding a black man to dance with and then possibly sleep with would be likely. Another item was in locating an area safe for both my vehicle and I.

I thought I had finally found the perfect intersection of club, men and security to make my fantasy a reality. I made reservations for a weekend at the hotel next door to the dance club that met the criteria I had been looking for. Three weeks to go. My anticipation level was high.

Out of the blue and still not having, shall we say, scratched the nether areas of my sexuality with black men, I stumbled into Mack.

At 21, Mack was nine years my junior, never married and fresh out of the Army. He was tall, easily six inches over my five foot ten. He was a huge bundle of muscle. Not heavily muscled like a weightlifter, but he had the physique one gets when they perform heavy labor and cardio simultaneously.

Like many young men, Mack was not as ‘directed’ as he could have been. Although he was extremely intelligent, niğde escort it seemed he was happy performing menial jobs that required plenty of horse, but not much brain, power.

Earlier, when I said I stumble into Mack, that might have been the wrong phrase to use here. I think it was more like, ‘ambushed by Mack’. It seems Mack was always conveniently hanging around outside my apartment building when I got off work or went to work. He always did have a nice smile ready for me.

“Handsome enough kid, ” I thought. He was obviously attracted to me, I wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. I began making plans for Mack to be my next one night stand. Since he appeared in his early twenties, I figured I was likely to get a fun ride from him.

On a Thursday, I asked Mack if he wanted to go hiking with some friends and I on the local trails at the nearby State Park on Saturday. He responded quickly in the affirmative. Even though there weren’t going to be ‘friends’ along, I wanted him to think there might be before he answered. The next day I bought a small day pack, put a blanket to lay on in the pack along with some picnic supplies and looked forward to Saturday.

On Saturday morning, I finished packing the picnic lunch and added a couple of canteens of water.

I had decided I wasn’t going to leave much to chance in my quest for Mack’s cock. I had cut some buttons off a sleeveless shirt to make a halter top which I wore with no bra, I matched the top to a pair of loose shorts, pink anklet socks, sneakers, a ball cap and sunglasses. At 7:30, half an hour before our agreed upon meet up time, I peeked around the curtains of my bedroom window, sure enough, Mack was already here, dressed in a short sleeve shirt, jeans and boots.

“Well, well, look who is eager for a little walk, ” I thought as I poured myself a cup of coffee, returning to the window to watch Mack try to act all nonchalant for a while.

I left my apartment five minutes early wearing the day pack so it pulled the halter top firmly across my breasts. Through my sunglasses, I noted the expression on Mack’s face indicated he liked what he was seeing. His eyes quickly found my nipples which were hardening under the thin material of my top. Quickly, his eyes went back to my face, the eyes then flicked down again, taking in my legs, shorts, midriff, back to my breasts, then up to meet my amused gaze.

“You look nice today,” he said while beaming a lovely smile at me. Gesturing at my pack, “Let me carry the pack for you.”

“I can manage it to the car, but after that, if you don’t mind, I’ll have you carry the pack today.” I responded.

The drive to the park took less than half an hour. I was driving with my left arm on the door, my right hand on the wheel, windows down. I could feel the air entering the halter from the arm hole which causing the halter to flutter over my breasts. I wondered how much of show the fluttering was allowing Mack to see, but every time I looked at him, Mack was looking up at my face.

When we arrived at a trail head, I noted no one else was parked there, meaning we should be alone on the trail for a while. I parked, tossed the keys to Mack and got out of the car. Mack opened the trunk, put on the backpack and handed the keys back to me. I locked the car and asked if he had ever hiked this particular trail before. He said he hadn’t, but noted that the sign indicated it would not be difficult.

“I have hiked this trail before.” I told Mack, “There will be a nice place for a picnic about three miles in.”

We made light conversation while walking the trail. There were areas where we could walk side by side, but for the most part, it was single file. Our conversations had covered work, or lack thereof, drifted to past relationships where I told of my previous marriage, Mack mentioned he had never even had a long term girlfriend mainly due to never being in one place more than a year.

At one point, there was a log across the trail too high for me to simply step over with any grace.

“I can help if you want.” Mack said. “Face me and grab the pack straps. I will have to touch you, though. I hope you don’t mind.” With me holding onto the straps, Mack reached down, placing one hand to either side of my hips and effortlessly picked me up and stood me on the log to one side of the trail. He then put his left hand under mine while keeping his right hand on my hip until I was stabilized on the log. He then effortlessly bounded over the log and helped me down the other side in the same manner.

We arrived at the picnic area which was a pretty secluded spot not far off the trail to have our picnic. It was nice and sunny, a light breeze and about eighty degrees.

“Oh, how Perfect!” I thought. If everything went as planned, I would be feeling the warm sun on my naked body while Mack and I were doing wonderful naughty things.

After we got the blanket staked out and set ourselves on it. Mack started rummaging through the backpack, pulling various lunch items and neatly placing them on the blanket. I had also packed two pieces of chocolate cake in a Tupperware container for dessert, smart boy that he was, Mack returned the cake to the pack without being told, keeping it out of direct sun. I was putting the condiments on our sandwiches when Mack asked where I had packed either paper towels or napkins.

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My Mistress loves to be a tease. She knows I have a strong foot fetish and She uses that to Her advantage quite often in our day-to-day life. She doesn’t wear fetish gear, but She does wear things I like such as leggings to show off her ankles and moccasins that give me a glimpse of the top of Her foot while hiding the pedicure She always has from me. So when She told me She was going to be hosting one of those popular Lularoe leggings parties, I assumed I would need to find someplace else to be that night. I was wrong.

She told me 6 of Her friends would be attending the party and She would need help keeping their drinks refreshed and snacks available. I am used to serving Her needs but I have never been asked to serve Her friends. My Mistress works at an upscale salon by day and Her friends are all attractive ladies who are either co-workers or clients. While I would never do anything in reality behind my Mistress’s back, I have often fantasized about some of these friends and their cute feet. It’s not uncommon for me to drop by the salon now and then and, especially in the warmer months, every lady is in sandals and every one of them has a perfect pedicure. But we are still in the colder months and I assumed that the Lularoe party would not be much of an opportunity to see anything.

Again, I was wrong.

The night of the party arrived and as I was putting the finishing touches on the snacks and decor, the doorbell rang. Mistress was still getting ready and told me to answer the door. I opened the door, and out of habit, I was looking down as I opened the door and the first ting to catch my eyes was a pair of gray Ugg moccasins and blue jeans. My heart skipped a beat for a second as I thought the night was off to a great start for me personally as I welcomed her friend Kelly in the door. I asked if she’d like some wine and got her a glass and told her Mistress would be out shortly. Without thinking, I also threw in “love your moccasins” as Kelly sat on the couch and did that thing where she drew her ankles together and looked down at her feet and visibly wiggled her toes inside her soft Uggs. With a quick “Thanks” she took a sip of her wine and I started to go back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang again.

Mistress was still busy in the bedroom so I went to the door and same as before opened it while looking down. As the door opened, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. Before me were two pairs of moccasins! Joi and Lauren were standing in front of me both adorned in moccasins and Joi had on black leggings with her black Payless Airwalk moccasins while Lauren had on skinny jeans with a pair of Dije lime green sparkle moccasins. I just stood there in awe for a moment and Joi finally asked, “um…may We come in”? I gathered myself and said “of course, of course, I’m sorry ladies…please come in and have some wine.” I poured them each a glass and wandered back to the kitchen still trying to maintain my dignity as I had a noticeable bulge in my pants.

I think I should explain that moccasins, unlike any other shoe out there, just hits a certain nerve for me. They contour to the shape of the foot so perfectly and they tend to even make the foot look smaller. The added advantage, something that I know many guys like me love, is that when worn without socks they tend to make the foot a little sweaty and have a sweet smell that only a female foot can produce. I’m not talking about that pungent smell of a gym, but a light pheromone fragrance that is feminine and intoxicating.

Anyway, 3 of the guests were here and drinking and all of them were in moccasins and couldn’t be happier. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Mistress was standing there behind me. I lowered my head and turned around only to see that She too was wearing my all-time favorite soft sole brown moccasins and a pair of leggings with the anklet She always wears which hold the key to the cuffs I typically wear when we are alone. I am never in chastity, but in our day-to-day life, I have chains on my wrists and ankles with padlocks. Mistress prefers it this way because with a simple and quick clip of a few connectors, I am helpless for whatever She has planned for me. But tonight, my chains are off and I a serving Her friends for her pleasure.

Ding went the doorbell again and Mistress told me to get the door. I went to the door and with my head down as always I opened to see another pair of moccasins before me. Breanna was wearing white moccasins from Kohl’s made of this sweater material and gray leggings and pink top with a white long sweater over it. I hadn’t seen Breanna in years because she worked at a different salon with Mistress and had since gone her own way. Breanna was younger, a bit more alternative looking, but her feet as I remember were small and adorable. “Hey Bre!” I heard Mistress say behind me as she came in and did the typical hugs and such with the other ladies. “Get Bre a drink” Mistress told me and I scurried to the kitchen and brought her a glass of pink moscatto. She took a sip and said, “ooh, karaman escort this is good! What kind is it?” I was almost embarrassed to answer, but Mistress gave me a look and I knew I had to tell her.

“Tonight we are drinking Barefoot wines ladies,” as a slew of giggles commenced around me for some reason. “Everything about this house is Barefoot ladies,” said Mistress with a coy little smile. My head was spinning at this point, not because I had drank any wine, but because I began to suspect that Mistress had not been so secretive about our little arrangement when nobody was around. I mean, would she really share our kinks, my foot fetish, with her friends?

No time to ponder as the door bell chimed once again and I hurried to the door to see if we were going to be 6 for 6 in the moccasin department for the evening. I slowly opened the door and as if fate was calling my name, 2 more pairs of moccasins caught my stare. Gretchen was a yoga instructor and client of the salon and I knew one of the pairs of moccasin covered feet before me was her by her tattoos on the tops of her feet. She was wearing black suede Minnetonka moccasins with black and pink swirl yoga pants. Standing beside her was a pair of white Minnetonka driving moccasins that were all leather and a pair of ripped blue jeans. I gazed up and couldn’t believe my eyes as it was Gretchen’s daughter Haliey back from college. This is truly one of those mom-daughter combos that would make any man do a double take.

As I stood there in my mix of excitement and wonder, I heard Mistress say, “well now we can officially start this party! Welcome ladies!” I closed the door and turned around to see for the first time a room full of 7 beautiful women adorned in 7 pairs of moccasins. As I walked to the kitchen, I began to seriously think that my secret was no secret at all for there is no way 6 women just came to this party wearing moccasins by coincidence. I poured 2 more glasses of wine and brought them to Gretchen and Haliey.

Mistress raised her glass and said, “let the fun begin” as they toasted and laughed together.

These parties are really quite a sight were you a fly on the wall watching. The leggings are brought out and each lady looks through the collection and picks out her favorites and then often retires to another bedroom or bathroom to try them on. Now this may sound completely innocent, but from the mindset of someone like me, this is heaven. You see, when they try on their leggings they almost always have to come out and model them for their friends. This typically results in them also coming out of the room barefoot which was something I had truly not anticipated when the evening began.

One by one, they emerged from their dressing rooms and each was barefoot. They posed, they spun, they gave each other encouragement. At one point Lauren came out and was wearing a pair of lime green leggings with her lime green moccasins. “It’s like this was meant to be!” she said as all the ladies agreed. I was now suffering from PTMD, post traumatic moccasins disorder.

I stood there by the kitchen door watching each one prance around my home either barefoot or in moccasins, occasionally coming up to me and asking for a refill of their wine and then turning on their toes and going back to the party. All the while, Mistress is sitting on the couch, drinking her wine, dangling one moccasin ever so casually from her foot and giving me knowing looks with a devious grin. Some 50 pairs of leggings had now been modeled and 9 bottles of wine had been consumed. The feeling in the air was loose and free and everyone was a bit tipsy and without care in the world.

I went down the hallway to the bathroom and as I passed our bedroom I saw something thru the crack of the door. We had allowed the ladies to use our bathroom, spare room and my office to change, but our bedroom had been off limits. From the crack of the door I could see spread out on our bed the entire collection of chains, ropes, and cuffs Mistress uses on me as well as a chair she often makes me kneel on and ties me to it completely helpless as she lies on the bed and places Her feet on my face to worship. I am typically on my knees, hands pulled tight behind me and my ankles and tied so that they rest on either side of the back of the chair. Mistress can tease me with her feet while lying back, but then she will often lay on her stomach with her feet up in the air or on a pillow and she teases and strokes me with her hand or mouth.

Trust me when I say that I have never released as fast or as hard before this method She devised for me. Being teased while I get to watch the soles of her feet, or even sometimes watch her wear moccasins as she dangles them, is my weakness. But I closed the door so nobody would see the room and went to the bathroom like was my original plan.

I used the facilities, washed my hands and as I opened the door my head was down as usual only to see standing before me the soft soled Minnetonka moccasins kars escort I knew so well. Mistress was waiting for me and took me by the hand and we stood outside other bedroom door.

“Hmmm, I thought for sure I had left this door cracked open when I came out earlier,” She said.

Not sure of what she was implying I said, “Yes, I saw it was open and you could see all of our restraints on the bed so I closed it so none of your friends would see.”

She opened the door and took me inside and closed the door behind me. Now standing in front of me with her typical stern look she said, “But the door was left ajar for a reason. Do you really think all of these women just so happened to come here tonight wearing moccasins? Do you really think that 6 of my friends all share the same sense of style and wear moccasins in the daily life?”

My eyes gazed the floor as I responded, “no Mistress, I had a feeling this was no accident.”

“Take off your clothes and kneel on your chair,” She commanded.

I did as I was told and as she began to place the chains around my wrists and ankles she started to explain, “There are no accidents. I control things outside of this house just as I do inside of this house. Yes, I planned a party and yes I invited my friends and co-workers. But what you don’t know is that I made the condition of their attendance be that they must get pedicures and they must wear moccasins. Do you really think I could go to work each day and not share with my friends what it is we do in here every night? Girls love gossip and we all tell each other everything. I know more about their mundane lives than I ever want to know. But I also have told them everything about our lives and not only are these ladies who are here tonight not getting what they want at home, they are intrigued by the idea of perhaps getting a little of what I do here tonight.”

With that statement, my eyes locked on Her eyes and for a moment it was silent. I was now kneeling in position and already partially erect. The chair was at the side of the bed but resting right against the mattress in the dead center.

Mistress then said, “you were a very good boy tonight catering to my friends and I think it is now time for all of them to come enjoy the real reason I hosted this party.”

Mistress then left the room and I knelt there on my chair with frenzied thoughts of what was about to happen. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine a scenario like this. Mistress is far more devious than I ever could be and I am also shocked that she shares our personal world with her friends openly. Fantasizing about being with more than one woman is every man’s dream, but actually having the situation before you is way more scary and humiliating than ever imagined.

Suddenly my thoughts were stifled by the sounds of giggles in the hallway. This was actually about to happen and I was helpless to do anything about it even if I wanted to. I could hear the door slowly open and I could feel the room fill with the ladies all standing behind me.

Mistress went to the other side of the bed now facing me and said, “So ladies, as I have often told you, this is how I spend my evenings. But rather than just tell you about how I tease and torture my little foot slave, I think should see and experience it for yourselves. You see, all men truly desire to be controlled by their women. They lead busy lives and they have a lot on their plates and when they come home, they need to serve their true purpose. Now yes, I admittedly have told you that it was I who started as the submissive in this relationship. But the thought occurred to me one day that in order for this to truly work and in order for Me to enjoy the things that he enjoys, I must be in control of them. Well enough talk, let me start off by showing you a little of what I mean as you watch and learn.”

Once again, I heard giggles behind me as my Mistress got on the bed. She laid on her back and propped her head up with a pillow as she scooted so that her soft soled moccasins could rest on my chest.

Here I am, bound, naked, helpless and a spectacle for Her friends. A part of me wanted to call out some sort of safeword to make this all end. The problem is, Mistress has no such safeword in place and I am resigned to do as she wishes. As she lifts her left moccasin covered foot to my face she instructs me to smell her foot at the instep. As she arches her foot and the moccasin gapes open a little, I can see the arch and I can smell the sweetness of her soft skin.

“You have to make them smell your feet before you get down to business ladies,” she explained. “They need to realize the smell before they get to worship just like you need to smell the wine and get it into your senses before you drink.”

I sniffed her left foot and then she switched and I did the same with her right foot. Then she arched her foot to allow the heel of the moccasin to pop off of her heel and used my chin to remove the shoe from her foot. kıbrıs escort Ten she continued with the left foot in the same manner and as each moccasin fell from her foot down my chest it bounced off of my erect penis and then to the floor.

Now Her feet were bare before my face, side by side and her soles were slightly moist from the long night of moccasin wearing. “It isn’t enough that I know he wants to lick them,” she said, “but he needs to know how I want them to be licked.”

Again, the giggles erupted behind me. “I want you to clean my feet slave. I want you to take long licks from the heel to the toes on one foot and then the other.” I did as Mistress said and licked slowly from her heel and up her arch and then to her toes on the right and followed with the left. “I did not tell you to stop. You see ladies, he is trained to do as I say but he also confuses when it is time to do exactly what I say and when to just keep doing what I say until I give new instructions.”

So I continued alternating from left foot to right licking up and down allowing my tongue to eventually cover every minute part of her soles.

“Now, the toes are the best part. That is where all the goodness truly lives ladies. Slave, I want you to lick between each of my toes. I want you to clean them for me until there is literally no smell left.”

With that, Mistress spread the toes on her lefts foot and I licked between them. My tongue pierced between the supple skin as I tasted the salty sweet essence residing between them. As I did this, I could hear whispers behind me from the ladies commenting to each other about what they were witnessing.

Although I was focused on my task at hand, I could make out little statements such as “oh my God” and “I can’t believe he likes this.” The truth is, I don’t like this. I love this! I live for this. It is what I think about 24/7. I think about it with Mistress. I think about it while watching TV and seeing some barefoot actress even if just for a moment on the screen. I think about it in the mall and at the store. I think about it when we are out to eat and the lady at the table next to me is dangling her shoe under the table.

My foot fetish is a lifelong obsession. There is not a female in my life that I haven’t at least considered what it must be like to kiss and lick her feet. OK, maybe that is an exaggeration. The truth is, not all women are graced with cute feet. Unlike breasts that can be pushed up or made to look better with a bra or certain lingerie, you have the feet you have and they are either ugly, typical, or pretty. You can’t take an ugly foot for a pedicure and come out with a beautiful foot anymore than you can slap new paint on a wrecked car and have a beautiful car.

It doesn’t work that way.

This is why my mind is a mess as I kneel there licking Mistress’s feet knowing behind me are 6 pairs of beautiful feet as well. “This slave is very lucky ladies. Not only does he like feet but he likes tickling too and my feet are ridiculously ticklish. Sometimes he hits a spot that just drives me crazy. It’s a little added bonus. Raise your hand if you are ticklish.”

I couldn’t see what was going on behind me but I could see in my mistress’s eyes that she was scanning the guests and at least a few must have raised their hands. “The funny thing is, he is also ticklish and loves it. He struggles to not show it or to ever actually laugh out loud, but he is sensitive to the touch of fingernails on his body. In fact, I think it would drive him crazy if he were to be tickled while he was licking my feet. I don’t suppose anyone would care to help me out with this?”

I tensed up as I sat waiting for someone to reach out and give me a test tickle. It wasn’t more than a moment before I felt fingernails lightly on my back between my shoulder blades. I tensed even more and shivered a bit which must have delighted the ladies behind me as I heard the giggles again.

The nails on my back were now joined by nails on my left ribcage, then followed by nails on my right upward facing sole and then my left sole. I then felt nails reach around and tickle the front of my waist and every so innocently, a finger encountered my penis and I convulsed.

Everyone including Mistress giggled at this as she warned “not yet ladies, we’ll get to that in a little while.”

I continued to be lightly tickled by this group of devilish women. There was a sense of being scared to be touching another man yet a certain feeling of much needed exploration. Again I heard whispers such as “mine would never let me do this” and “ooh, I think I found a good spot.”

At this point I heard Joi say, “OK, this is all fun and good but when do we get to be where you are?”

Mistress laughed and said, “Let me get out of the way and all of you come lay here and enjoy.”

As Mistress rolled off the bed, the 6 ladies now took her place lying side by side on the bed. Mistress stood beside me and watched as all of them held their moccasin covered feet up towards my face. I could see that a few of them were pink in the cheeks from embarrassment as they couldn’t imagine anyone willingly wanting to lick their feet. I was tied up and in no position to argue, so “willing” may not be the accurate term, but resigned might be more like it.

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The Millionaire.

He was a millionaire. He was used to getting everything he wanted. He had had many beautiful girlfriends.

She was a beauty and she knew it. He had to have her. He tried everything to woo her. Everything that normally worked. He sent her flowers, bought her nice gifts, took her for dinner many times. He just could not get her into bed. One evening at dinner he whispered in her ear. “What do I have to do to get you?”.

With that she gave him a package and said “Open this at home and on our next date if you wear it you will get to eat my pussy.” She gave him a big smile. He smiled back thinking he was home and dry.

He got home and opened the parcel. He was gob-smacked. It was a male chastity device, there was no key.

The next day he rang her. “I cant wear that it’s a joke isn’t it?”

“No dear, I expect commitment from my men that’s why I ask them to wear it. It’s a shame you wont, my pussy has been so wet waiting for your visit.”

The next date arrived. He looked at the device. The thought of seeing her naked was driving him mad. And then not only to see her naked but to eat her pussy too. He put the device on. He looked at it. He hesitated with closing the lock. van escort He thought of her beautiful face and sexy body and what it must be like naked. He breathed a deep breadth and clicked the lock shut.

At dinner that night he whispered into her ear. “I changed my mind, I will be eating your pussy tonight.”

She smiled “Oh darling, you are so sweet.” She took her shoes off and stretched her legs under the table and rested her feet on his groin to check that the article was indeed fitted. “Good boy” she sighed when she realized it was.

After dinner they went to her place for the 1st time, and they undressed. She was as stunning as he had imagined. “You look wonderful in that device dear” she said. “It’s so sexy on you.”

He massaged her, and caressed her, and finally got to eat her pussy. And they went to sleep afterwards.

In the morning he asked “So when do I get unlocked from this contraption?”

“You don’t dear, we did a deal, you know in business a verbal agreement is binding. You wear that and you get to eat my pussy. You ate my pussy, now you must wear that.”

“I’m a millionaire, how much do you want from me?” he asked.

“I’ve got what I want yalova escort from you my dear”.

“As you are so rich, I will do you a deal. When you are desperate for pussy, give me a call and you can eat my pussy again for 1 million dollars. Oh and if you run out of money don’t worry cos I always look after my men. Come on now, off you go to work lover boy.”

He adorned his suite and left for the office.

One month passed and he was having difficulty concentrating on the job, he was making mistakes and starting to lose money. He was desperate to see and play with some pussy. So he called her and transferred 1 million dollars into her account. He was seeing her once a month, then twice, then each week. His fortune was down to 7 million dollars. He had to have her. He took a gamble that if he spent the entire week with her, she would fall for him enough to become a regular couple. 7 days later, he admitted to her that he was now bankrupt and totally at her mercy. She smiled sweetly, “Oh my dear boy, you want me so bad. I have taken everything from you, all your money and your cock and balls. That makes me so wet, come on baby eat me again.”

He smiled. He thought he had çorlu escort through to her. When he had finished eating her and she had recovered.

She got up. “Come with me, let me show you to your room.”

He went to pick up his clothes. “No leave them, Men don’t wear clothes if they live in my house.”

He dropped his clothes and followed her downstairs.

She lead him to a big security safe door and opened it. “This is a secure area to maintain our privacy. Only one person at a time can pass, and the other door will open only when this one is closed. So you go in 1st.”

He stepped into the middle section, and then when the 2nd door opened into a room. The door closed behind him.

Over a speaker system, her voice bellowed. “Hello my lovers, I want to introduce you to number 50, he has provided our fund with 100 million dollars in total. Enough money to keep you boys in food for many many years and aid our cause immensely. Please make him feel at home. I will be including his oral performances into my home video selection for your viewing pleasure. I think you will agree he was very good at it. Not quite as good as my girlfriend , Melissa. Oh number 50, I forgot to mention. I am a lesbian, I hate cocks, they are so filthy. Melissa and I are part of a lesbian feminist militant organisation. Your money will be used well, and once we have taken power, and all men are in chastity we will let you out, with your 49 fellows. Please enjoy your stay with us number 50.”

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The tiny silver bell at the top of the heavy door would not cease in its irritating jangling as customer after customer stomped into the cramped and crowded store, shaking snow and slush in all directions. The turnout was surprising considering it was Christmas Eve, and many had already finished their shopping. With a half-hearted sniffle, Shawn tried not to slump behind the cluttered counter, instead pasting an almost-convincing smile on his pale face and using a slender hand to brush away a few lost leaves, leftover from his last wrapping job. Today, as he did every day, Shawn cursed his decision to work at “The Dreamery,” a small Mom-and-Pop flower store in an unassuming neighborhood with a high percentage of senior citizens.

As a lock of silken ebony hair fell into his deep green eyes, he managed a genuine smile, if only for a moment. Seventeen years of age, a high school graduate, a gentle soul, and bereft of any money, Shawn worked there because it was the only place which would not rob him of his prized possession: his beautiful hair. It fell halfway down his back, in a perfectly straight waterfall of liquid onyx, accentuating his alabaster skin and contrasting sharply against his sparkling emerald eyes, those intense eyes that filled with allergic tears every day as he slaved away in the small store that he almost considered a torture chamber.

It wasn’t the owner, an elderly lady named Myrna with most of her original teeth and a stubborn insistence on dyeing her pure-white hair a ghastly shade of auburn. It wasn’t even the high volume of customers, especially during the Christmas season, with their rush orders and large coats that constantly toppled the cute displays of teddy bears. No, it was the flowers, all thirty-four kinds, with their clusters of sticky pollen that lodged deeply inside his quivering nose, producing sneeze after sneeze after sneeze.

Just thinking about the word made Shawn’s elegant nose wriggle disobediently, plagued by a phantom tickle that would not disappear nor provide him the sweet release he so desperately craved. He dug around in the pockets of his black cotton pants, looking for a tissue, but finding none, instead shivering a bit in the slight chill of the store, his black short-sleeved t-shirt offering little warmth. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a ruddy-cheeked woman holding two lumpy bundles with bright red faces, one in each arm, approached the counter, relieved that it was finally her turn in line.

“How much are the poinsettias?” she asked, pointing to the beautiful red blossoms accompanied by a large sign that read, “Christmas Special: Potted Poinsettias for $19.99 each.” Torn between telling the woman to learn how to read, or simply laughing at the sheer stupidity of people, he instead gave her what he hoped was a friendly smile, and replied, “It’s a Christmas Special. Potted Poinsettias for $19.99 each.” The thirty-something man behind her snickered, his amusement clearly unshared by the harried-looking mother and her runny-nosed toddlers. “Fine,” she snapped, looking embarrassed. “I want one of those. Wait, maybe two. How much would two be, with tax?”

Shawn took a long, calming breath and replied with a straight face, trying desperately to ignore the near-guffaws of the man waiting behind this difficult lady. “Since Anchorage doesn’t have sales tax, two potted poinsettias would be $39.98.” Hoping to nip any further discussion in the bud, he readied his slender fingers to punch in the price, asking, “Cash, credit, debit, or check?” Setting one cranky-looking kid upon the glass counter, she began to rummage through her purse, finally producing two twenty dollar bills, one streaked with a mysterious purple substance, and the other festively decorated with red crayon scribbles. Shawn forced a smile. “Thank you. Two cents is your change. Happy holidays.”

The entire line watched as she dug deeply inside her bag, eventually emerging with a tiny coin purse and depositing the two shiny copper coins. Watching all of this, Shawn rubbed the back of his wrist against his nose, staving off yet another tickle. Allergy medicine was expensive, and the brand he currently used did not seem to do the trick, especially four hours into the dosage. At last she scooped her kid back into her arm, then gave him a blank look. “Can you help me carry them out to my car?”

Shawn looked at the six people in line behind her, then at the back room, empty because Myrna had called in sick, then at the line again. To his immense relief, a young man spoke up from somewhere near the back of the store, near the rack of greeting cards. “I’ll help you, ma’am,” he offered, his voice youthful and sincere. He approached the counter and gave her a handsome smile. “Hello, there. My name is Damien.”

Discreetly rubbing at his nose, Shawn sniffled a bit, estimating the man to be in his early twenties. Short, slightly curly dark hair framed his open face, and deep brown eyes sparkled with a genuine expression of friendliness. As Damien walked with her to urfa escort the display of poinsettias and asked her to indicate which two she wanted, Shawn gave an audible sigh of relief, thankful that she was no longer his problem. On to the next joyful interaction.

Fortunately, the snickering man knew exactly what he wanted, and took little time ordering and paying, as did the remainder of the line. As the store finally cleared, Shawn shivered slightly, able to sneeze freely in the rare solitude, though ironically, the tickle had finally subsided for the moment. Checking his watch, he realised it was only a few moments until closing time, when he could finally go home to his studio apartment and curl up with a good book.

He doubted anyone else would bother buying flowers at so late an hour, and so he disappeared from the counter into the back room, searching for something. At last he unburied the bucket filled with fresh mistletoe, the tiny sprigs that elicited multiple sneezes from his sensitive nose. Slowly, he took a blossoming spray and brought it to his face, trailing it along the tip of his nose, feeling his body shake with the inevitable hitching breaths.

Frozen at the front counter, Damien watched, open-mouthed, as Shawn teased his senses, tired of the tickle that wrecked havoc with his nose, only wanting the sweet relief of a sneezing fit. Giving an involuntary shiver, Damien bit his lower lip, thankful that he had managed to slip back into the store without alerting the beautiful young boy. He tried to ignore the bulge that formed in his blue jeans, and wrapped his thermal-clad arms around his frame. Taking three, gasping breaths, Shawn brought his pale hands, cupped together, to his face yet far enough away that Damien could still see his facial expressions.

“Haa… Haht-Chooo! Hatchoo! Haaah… HAH-tchoo!”

His allergy sneezes always came in groups of three, but the mistletoe continued to wreck havoc on his poor senses, the sneezes coming quickly and moistly, barely any time for breaths in-between. “Hahh… Hai-Tchoo! Hatchoo! Hah-Tschoo!! Hahhh… ahhh… HAH-Tschoo! Haschooo! Haht-CHOO!” While Shawn remained engrossed in the sneezing fit, deep green eyes filled with allergic tears, Damien crept past the counter, his movements masked by the sniffling from the dark-haired young boy. As Damien approached, Shawn struggled to coax out the last trio of sneezes that he knew lurked inside his tickly, sensitive nose.

His nostrils flared, his eyes closed, and Damien stepped up to him and kissed him gently on his lips, strong arms wrapping around Shawn’s thin frame, drawing him into a warm embrace as the boy struggled against the sneezes, the surprise of the kiss causing him to lose what little control he had left over his tickly nose. “Haa… Haahh… Hatchoo! Haht-Choo! Haiit-Schoo!” Sneezing to the side, the slight spray was all but invisible, though Damien could feel a cool, light mist on his bare arm from Shawn’s delicious release.

Confused and a little upset, Shawn took a few steps back and eyed Damien warily, one graceful hand rising to rub at his reddened nose. “What are you doing?” he asked, his tone carrying a plethora of emotions. As far as he knew, he was still in the closet, so for a man to come up and kiss him in the middle of the store was not something he had been expecting, especially since he had never seen Damien before in his life. Shawn was not quite ready to give up the façade of a “normal” life, and although his classmates sometimes suspected that he was not entirely straight, they left the subject alone, in search of bigger and better gossip to fill the halls.

“You were holding mistletoe,” Damien replied simply, giving Shawn his best innocent smile. “It’s a holiday tradition, you know,” he added, his expression playful and suddenly boyish. Shawn could only stare at him uncomprehendingly, before looking down at the slightly damp sprig still clutched in his right hand. “Oh,” was all he could say, wide green eyes displaying his confusion.

Damien filled the silence. “I would apologise for kissing you, but I’m not sorry in the slightest, and I do try to be honest, in contrast to whatever other faults I might have. Anyway, I suppose we should start at the beginning. I’m Damien. I took that… interesting woman off of your hands earlier.” He gave Shawn a wide grin and offered his hand. Looking from Damien’s hand, to his own slightly moist hands, and then back to the young man, he bit his lower lip and flushed with embarrassment. “I, uhm, I think I’ll go wash my hands, if you don’t mind,” he stammered, tossing the sprig into a nearby trashcan and turning his back to Damien for a moment to wash up, making sure to use a healthy amount of the watermelon scented hand soap.

When he turned back around, hands still a bit wet from the clean water, to accept Damien’s handshake, the handsome brunette held a cluster of mistletoe in one hand, and took a step closer. “It’s a shame this tradition only stuck for the winter sivas escort holidays,” he murmured, bringing an index finger to stroke along Shawn’s cheek. Blinking slowly, Shawn leaned in and placed a tiny kiss upon Damien’s nose, then closed his eyes and brushed his lips against the older boy’s, thin arms encircling his waist. A small voice in the back of Shawn’s head told him to stop immediately, close the shop, and go home, but he promptly silenced it, losing himself in the kiss.

Finally, he pulled away, just enough to gaze into Damien’s chocolate-coloured eyes. What he meant to say was, “I should close the store and head home. It was nice meeting you,” but what he actually said was, “I’m Shawn. Would you like to come over for dinner?” Looking almost as surprised at his own offer as Damien did, Shawn bit his lower lip once more and gazed up at the older man with a hopeful expression. Nodding, Damien slipped his free hand into Shawn’s and squeezed it gently. “I’d love that, actually.”

Still a bit flushed with embarrassment, and still a bit sniffly, Shawn smiled, then looked past the counter to the empty store. “I just need to close up, and then we can go.” While Damien watched, Shawn double-checked the flowers, adding fresh water and trimming stems, then straightened the displays and turned off all of the lights. As the two exited the small flower shop and Shawn locked the door, Damien pulled his jacket more tightly around him, as if to ward off the bitterness.

“You’d think I’d be used to the cold, having lived here all my life, but it still gets to me,” he muttered, nose already pink from the wind. Shawn slipped on his winter coat and walked with Damien to the parking lot, their cars the only two left in the little space. At half past eight in the evening, it had been dark for five hours, and the scattering of stars in the Heavens twinkled brightly upon the pair, bathing them in a silvery light.

“You can leave your car here, if you want, and I’ll drive us to my apartment,” Shawn offered, indicating the blue Saturn hidden under a good inch or two of fresh snow. Damien nodded and Shawn unlocked the vehicle and found the ice scraper, using the brush side to clear off the snow, and starting the car to warm it up. It wasn’t long before both men climbed into the car and buckled up, rubbing their hands together and watching their breaths come in frosty puffs. As Shawn turned on the CD player, the alternative sounds of Evanescence drifted through the speakers, making Damien smile. “I was listening to this on the way here,” he commented.

Easing into the comfortable icebreaker topic of music, the two lost themselves in conversation as Shawn drove carefully through the ice-covered streets, down Muldoon Rd., past the movie theatre and then onto a maze of side streets. Pulling up into the driveway, Shawn put the car in park and hopped out to open the garage door, returning and carefully threading the car through the narrow passage between ski poles and spare tires. He turned off the engine, locked the doors, and led Damien up to the apartment door, unlocking it and ushering his guest inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he offered, gesturing towards the small, modest apartment with its cozy living room and dark blue carpeting. A studio design, it had an open area that served as a living room and bedroom, with an attached kitchen and washroom, and a small closet space. Various Christmas decorations accentuated the soft, homey feel, including a miniature living Christmas tree in a red pot by the window, adorned with white lights and silver ornaments. Damien looked around appreciatively. “I like it.”

When the jackets had been hung in the closet, and the shoes had been removed, Shawn brought Damien into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. “So. I have ramen, spaghetti, more ramen, and fish sticks,” he listed with a playful grin. “Take your pick.” Damien’s brown eyes sparkled with mirth, and he poked Shawn gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take… you.” Shawn laughed and shook his head, grabbing the package of spaghetti and the jar of sauce. “I’m for dessert, so you’ll just have to wait,” he quipped, placing the food on the counter and rummaging around in a lower cabinet, emerging with a large pot.

After he filled it with water and started it on to boil, he turned to Damien. “How hungry are you?” he asked, opening the package of spaghetti, trying to decide how much to cook. “Pretty hungry,” he admitted thoughtfully. “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning, before I left.” Shawn took a handful of spaghetti from the package with one hand, and grabbed two plates from a cupboard with another, then turned to face his guest. “Left from where?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“It’s a long story,” Damien began, smiling wryly, “but if you want to hear it, I don’t mind telling you.” Shawn nodded and lowered the spaghetti into the pot, stirring it in with a fork. “I don’t mind,” he tekirdağ escort replied, placing the fork on one of the plates and getting a saucepan from a lower cupboard and emptying the jar of sauce into it. As he adjusted the temperatures on both burners and stirred the food alternately, he added, “Go ahead, really. I’m listening.” Damien leaned against the counter and sighed softly.

“I go to school in Fairbanks, at UAF, but my parents live here in Anchorage. I usually come down for winter break to celebrate Christmas with them, but a lot of things changed this past year, and… well… I found a different path.” Shawn nodded once more, to show that he was listening, then waited for his guest to continue. “Shortly after the fall semester began, I made a new friend in my philosophy class, Terah. She opened me up to a lot of new things that I had never considered, and one of them was Wicca. Eventually, I decided that it was my path, and so I became Wiccan. I hesitated to tell my parents, because they’re very old-fashioned and traditional.”

Damien paused and made a face, then continued. “I thought my parents would still want me to come home over the winter break, but when I showed up at their house, on schedule, and explained to them that I was looking forward to spending Christmas with them, but that I had already celebrated Winter Solstice… well, they didn’t take it so well. My dad told me to go back to Fairbanks, and my mom didn’t really say much of anything. I went to the flower shop because Myrna is an old friend of mine, and I thought talking to her would cheer me up, but I guess she wasn’t in today. And then I saw you, and… well… you’re beautiful.”

At this, Shawn’s cheeks flushed pink and he ducked his head a bit, suddenly busying himself with the stirring and avoiding Damien’s gaze. “Um… uhm… Thank you,” he managed. “And that sounds mean, about what your parents did. My parents were always understanding,” he added, his green eyes clouding over with sadness. “They passed away almost a year ago.” Damien approached Shawn from behind and wrapped his strong arms around the young boy’s waist. “I’m sorry,” he offered.

“It’s okay,” Shawn answered automatically, his ready response whenever anyone offered sympathy or asked how he was doing. “My older brother went to the Lower 48 with his half of the life insurance, and left me here to fend for myself. He said Alaska would always remind him too much of Mom and Dad. I managed to graduate early from high school, and now I’m taking a few classes at UAA, when I’m not working at The Dreamery.” After a long pause, he added, “It will be my first Christmas without them.”

Damien rested his chin on Shawn’s shoulder and watched as the younger boy continued to stir the spaghetti and the sauce. “I don’t really celebrate Christmas for the religious reasons, but I’d love to spend it with you,” he offered, his voice filled with sincerity. Ordinarily, such an offer from someone he barely knew would irk Shawn, but somehow, Damien was different. The prospect of spending the holidays with his charming young man brought a smile to Shawn’s face, and he turned and kissed Damien gently on his cheek. “I’d like that,” he replied, actually meaning it.

Before too much longer, the spaghetti finished and Shawn dished it up onto the two plates and led Damien into the living area, curling up on the couch. “I don’t really have a table, so your lap will just have to do,” he explained. “That’s okay,” Damien replied. “You should see my dorm at UAF. There’s a table, but I never use it. I usually eat all of my meals in front of my computer, or on my bed while I’m playing video games.” He gave Shawn a lop-sided grin before shoveling a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth.

They ate in relative silence, each thinking of the absurdity of the situation: total strangers sharing a kiss, and then dinner, as if they were best friends… or long-time lovers. The thought made Damien smile as he finished the last of his spaghetti. Shawn took the plates and rinsed them off in the sink, leaving them there for later, and opening the fridge. “Do you want anything to drink?” he called to Damien. “Well, what do you have?” the older boy asked. “Um… water, milk, tea, hot chocolate, Pepsi, soy sauce, Sprite, and orange juice,” Shawn answered.

“I’ll take the soy sauce, of course,” Damien teased, then laughed and joined Shawn in the kitchen, sneaking up behind him and kissing the top of his head. “How about Pepsi?” Shawn took two cans and the pair returned to the living area, sitting closer together on the couch than before, sipping their drinks. “So… you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you,” Shawn commented, less of a question than an observation. “Not really,” Damien replied. “All my stuff is in my car, back in the parking lot of The Dreamery.”

“We’ll go get it in the morning, and you can stay with me,” Shawn stated matter-of-factly, giving the older boy a shy smile and placing his empty can on the carpet. “If you’re going to be spending Christmas here anyway, it doesn’t make any sense for you to stay somewhere else,” he pointed out, hoping there weren’t any holes in his logic. “That’s true,” Damien mused. “And I could think of worse people to room with,” he added playfully, setting down his drink on the end table and tickling Shawn.

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