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I have long held fantasy to create a discreet club with like-minded woman, who enjoy extreme kinky sex. Anal, stretching with large toys and objects, fisting. Sex that hardcore porn stars do. Sex that I like. I wanted to create a Kinky Fisting Club with like-minded women. I had talked to quite a few women before who talked a good game but when it came to arranging a meeting, I would be ghosted. But I never lost hope to find like-minded anal loving women.

In 2024, began talking to a woman on fetlife.com. She had read my stories on .com (search authors for “57hangar”). She messaged me and was slightly surprised when I replied. We began talking.

We must have talked for a good six months. It was clear that we both enjoyed kinky sex, particularly anal play. She expressed a deep wish to be fisted. We shared fantasies, real-life experiences, shared links to our favourite porn clips. We liked the same extreme things.

In 2025, we wanted to meet. We both had families, so meeting up required planning and patience but in March we met in a hotel. This is an account of what happened between us. This is a true story.

We met outside the hotel and recognised each other immediately – we’d swapped face photos in a private chat, maintaining our deliberately anonymous potholes on fetlife.com. The first thing I noticed was her big smile and blonde hair She gave me a hug and kissed me on the lips. I thought that was a really nice way to meet a stranger.

We had a drink in the bar and talked about simple, non-sexual things. How was the journey, home life, relationships. We’d talked utter filth for six months online, so it was kind of nice to chat like normal people and not depraved perverts.

But we couldn’t help ourselves and knew why we were there. The chat turned sexual, asking each other how we had gotten into anal, fisting and extreme sex. I told her about my early experiences with anal masturbation, how I’d had a girlfriend that introduced me to anal sex, how I watched the first videos that contained fisting on the internet and how it was the next thing I wanted to try. I told her about my most memorable experiences with escorts, which you can read on here.

She told me how she discovered anal play was really enjoyable and how she had been buying larger and larger toys that she would anally masturbate with. It was so hot listening to a woman describe how she liked to fuck herself in her arse. She’d told me online but here she was, sitting opposite me, describing how her toys were getting bigger, wider and longer, because her goal was to emulate the anal stars on the internet. That just turned me on!

We drunk up and I checked into the hotel. We refrained from going at it hot and heavy in the lift. They always have cameras in hotel lifts.

We entered the room and pulled the curtains closed. How to break the ice? Here we were, in a hotel room together, we know we are going to have kinky sex but there was still a shred of nervousness. We embraced and French kissed. She is a really good kisser. One of my hands felt her breasts over her clothes and she rubbed my cock over my clothes.

We said now was a good time to empty our bags and show each other what playthings we had brought.

I emptied my bag into the bed first. Condoms, lube, two bullet vibes, string and rope if she wanted to be tied up, four cucumbers (I love using cucumbers for anal play), a butternut squash in case we got brave, a can of Red Bull and a bottle of wine. The wine wasn’t for drinking. It was for fucking. I’d fucked a woman with a wine bottle before and this lady said she wanted to try it.

She emptied her bag. Wow! Pussy pump, spreader speculum with six prongs, a large butt plug and the new black dildo she bought herself to train her arse to open. It was 12″ long, and ribbed like a set of large anal balls. The last bulge nearest the base, reminded me of a dog’s knot. Larger than all the other bumps. Imagine five satsumas balanced on top of an apple.

We’d both talked about preparation and had not eaten a large amount of solid food for 24 hours. But she still wanted to be sure. She went into the en-suite bathroom first and closed the door. Watching each other giving ourselves enemas was too much at the very beginning. I undressed as I waited and sat on the bed naked waiting for her. She came out of the bathroom wearing very sexy lingerie. We’d swapped nude photos so we knew what each other looked like naked.

We hugged, and kissed and I undid her bra. She has perfectly round DD tits. I’d always rushed to hold a woman’s tits before and struggled to remember them afterwards. So this time I made it memorable, caressing her naked tits slowly. Feeling their weight in my hands. gently squeezing. She had told me she liked light nipple torture so I squeezed her nipples and pulled the skin taut. Seeing her tit flesh stretch was so hot.

After feeling her up for a few minutes I told her I wanted to check that I was clean inside and I went into the bathroom. bursa bayan eskort Quick enema to ensure I was squeaky clean and I came out. She was lying on her back on the bed, legs apart, gently rubbing her pussy.

I love oral sex so I got on the bed and went down on her. Her pussy tasted so nice. I sucked each pussy lip. I licked her clit. I pulled her pussy lips wide apart and licked deep into her pussy. That produced an ‘ooohhhh’.

Then I dragged my tongue down and rimmed her. I put both hands on her arse and pulled it apart, then licked her arse again. She had told me that she had never been rimmed before so I wanted to make it good. I was patient and imaginative, licking each letter of the alphabet over her anal ring. I could tell by the moaning that rimming was going to be something in her life going forward.

I thought a little DP might nice so I slid my index finger into her arse and my middle finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her. That produced more soft moaning. So I added another finger into each hole. She felt so nice inside. I did this for a few minutes but I didn’t want to make her cum yet, so it was just gentle fingering. I wanted to do more to her.

I asked her to get on all fours, with her arse in the air. I put two fingers back into her arse. I pulled out and applied a good dollop of lube over her asshole, then pushed three fingers into her arse. Her anal training had paid off because she took three fingers easily in her arse. So I pulled back, bunched my fingers together and pushed four fingers into arse. That stretched her because it made her moan. Four fingers. In and out. From my fingertips to my knuckles, with just my thumb outside. Oh my god, I loved four-fingering this woman’s arse. I was so turned on. My cock was so hard.

I pulled my fingers out and picked up the can of Red Bull. Covered it in lube and pushed it against her asshole. I wanted to stretch her, not hurt her, so I held the can at her entrance and gently but firmly pushed and twisted, letting her arse get used to the pressure and open up. It was so cool watching her asshole stretch open and seeing that can pop inside her arse. She loved it. I spent a few minutes gently fucking her arse with the Red Bull can. Something that really turns me on is watching objects disappearing inside a woman only to watch her push it out. I gently but steadily pushed that can all the way into her arse. Watching her asshole close up over the can was so sexy. “Push it out” and I watched the can appear. I grabbed the end and fucked her hard with it a few times. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes fast. Then I’d push it all the way inside her arse again. I loved that. The noises coming from her told me she was loving her arse being stretched and fucked too.

Time to upgrade. Out came the can and her asshole gaped nicely. I couldn’t help it. I had to put a finger from both hands into her arse and pulled her asshole apart, so I could look inside her arse. Red, wet velvet.

I picked up a cucumber and covered it in lube. The cucumber slid so easily into her arse. I was soon sliding 6″ in and out, anally fucking her. I wanted to push her limits and experience. I pushed that cucumber deeper into her arse until I felt it bump against her Sigmoid Colon but I decided to save going deeper for our next meeting. I also decided that anally fucking her with two cucumbers simultaneously would be saved for next time. Remember, she’s not as advanced with anal penetration as I am. I am the first person to fuck her arse with a cucumber. So I fucked her arse with it. Watching that green veggie sliding in and out of her, right in front of me. Her asshole looked so hot and the noises she was making, such a turn-on. She’s definitely liked being anally fucked!

After a thorough anal fucking, I decided it was time to stretch her wider. I picked up her big black dildo with the ridges and large knot. She’d told me she had used it in her arse herself so that gave me the confidence to fuck her arse with this big toy. I covered it with lots of lube and pushed it in. One ridge at a time. In. Out. Stretching her asshole. One ridge. Two ridges. Three ridges. She was taking it well and enjoying it. I noticed that she sneaked a hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit. I kept going. She wanted to be anally stretched and I wanted to give it to her. She took all 5 ridges in her arse. All the way in, all the way out. Fucking her arse with 9″ of that big thick dildo. The big knot at your base was her limit. I tried pushing it in but she said it was too much, so I kept it at five ridges. In and out. Stretching and pulling her arse open. I dildo fucked her asshole until it gaped without needing my fingers to hold her asshole open.

I felt it was time to tick another thing off her sexual bucket list. I covered my right hand in lube and inserted two fingers into her pussy. I love feeling inside a woman’s pussy. Two fingers. Three fingers. Four fingers. In and out. bursa escort bayan Rotating my hand. Pushing gently. Pushing firmly. Listening to the noises she was making. Watching her reactions. She knew full well that I was going to fist her pussy. We’d talked about it. She said she wanted to be fisted for the first time. I love fisting woman. I tucked my thumb into my palm, bunched my fingers into a cone and pushed.

I love that moment when a woman’s pussy is stretched around the widest part of my hand. It feels like a large, tight, rubber band, squeezing my hand. I pushed, twisted, rotated and my hand started to slide inside her pussy. I’ve fisted plenty of women before and they are all different. Some tight, some loose. Some deep, some shallow. Some women liked tiny, minute movements. Some liked porn star style, punch fist fucking. My hand felt so good inside her pussy. Feeling inside a woman really does feel like a wet, warm, soft, velvet glove.

She let out a big moan when my hand slid inside and her pussy relaxed around my wrist. I rotated my hand to deliberately drag my knuckles over the g-spot. She liked that. I thrust my hand back and forth gently to fist fuck her. Her pussy was much shallower than other women I’ve fisted. Then I realised, my fingers were still shaped like a cone. I pulled my fingers into a balled fist and i was able to push my hand much deeper inside her. This took her to a new level. My fist stretching her even more. Let’s see what kind of fistee she is. Back and forth. Rotating. Faster. Harder. She was so good and this was her first real pussy fisting, taking it like a porn star. Fast and hard. I think she appreciated a finger in her arse at rue same time too. Then she did something that really turns me on. She said the words I long to hear. “Fist fuck me.” Hearing a woman asking me to stretch and violate her pussy is so hot!

After 10 minutes of fairly hard pussy fisting, she asked me for a break. Watching her pussy stretch around the widest part of my hand again looked so hot and caused her to moan again. I loved fisting this woman. She was a natural fisting slut. She liked being called a slut and behaving in a slutty manner. It turned her on.

When she got her breath back, she said she wanted to stretch me. Oh yes! She knew I liked receiving as much as I like giving and I had described how to fist me. It was going to be her first time for a few more things.

I got on the bed. Face and chest down on the mattress. Arse in the air, knees apart. Exposed for her. I was hard with anticipation but when I felt her hand grip my cock and her tongue licking my balls, the sensation was exquisite. I love when a woman licks and sucks my balls. She was careful, sucking one of my balls at a time in her mouth. Feeling her mouth consuming one ball at a time. Pulling the skin. Using her tongue. But when she put both my balls into her mouth and gently sucked and pulled her mouth to make the skin taut – heaven! I love that so much! Love mild cock and ball torture. Love a woman using her kinky imagination and experimenting on me.

She let my balls go, dripping with saliva then I felt her tongue in my arse as she continued to grip my hard cock. That felt so good. I love being rimmed by a woman. It’s kinky and taboo and slightly depraved. I love how it demonstrates a woman’s submission to lick inside my arse. But it can also demonstrate her dominance, using and abusing my body for her own enjoyment. I wanted her to pull my asshole wide apart and climb inside and ruin me. Shove both herb fists elbow deep into my arse and make my asshole prolapse, but I was getting ahead of myself. But the desire and just she was infusing in me was making my cock unbearably hard. It felt like my blood was boiling.

Mmmmmm. Lick that sensitive anal flesh inside my ass. Rimming someone was a new experience for her and she did a really good job. Really enthusiastic. I was glad I was squeaky clean inside so that her first experience of rimming someone was a good experience. I told her so, to give her confidence. I loved how she dragged her tongue over the surface of my asshole and jabbed at it with her tongue. I loved the attention I was getting.

After 5 minutes of worshipping my asshole, she picked up her big butt plug. This was gold coloured and made of silicon, so it was fairly hard but still a little flexible. Roughly the width of a pear by longer. She lubed it up, then I felt cold lube being drizzled over my ass and fingered inside my arse, My cock went up another notch in hardness.

She put that butt plug against my asshole and started pushing. I’m advanced when it comes to receiving anal penetration and with my heightened level of excitement and lust, with little effort she pushed that plug into me. The stretching feeling as it went in felt amazing. She asked me if I wanted her to leave it in and wiggle it or if I wanted her to fuck my arse with it. Remember, this was the first time she had ever done any anal play on someone else. It had all been anal masturbation for her, so she’s ticking off things as she goes. I told her to fuck me. Pull it all the way out so it stretches me, then push it ask the way in so it stretches me again. Fuck me. Make my asshole loose and sloppy. And she did. It felt so good feeling that large butt plug going in and out. I could imagine what my asshole must look like when it was stretched around the widest part of the butt plug. And she was looking at it.

This woman was clearly in the same page as me. When one object has been taken, look for something else bigger. She pulled out the butt plus and swapped it for the big black dildo that I had used in her arse. More lube on the dildo and in me and I felt the first ball being pushed in. The butt plug had done its job and the first ball popped into my arse easily, followed by the second, the third, the fourth and the fifth. The balls on this dildo were hard so each ridge made my arse stretch. My arse just opened up and accepted that dildo straight away, which I think surprised her a little. But she must have enjoyed it as I felt the dildo go in deeper. She as clearly intent on stretching and ruining my arse. Good girl!

I could feel my arse really being stretched. I was experiencing that anal stretching sensation where there is a mix of pleasure and acceptable pain. It was the knot at the bottom of the dildo. I was moaning and saying “oh yes”, “fuck ne deeper”, and delightful things like that, so she kept pushing. When that knot pushed through my asshole, it was a big stretch that hurt a little but it felt so good inside me. She pushed that dildo back and forth inside me, then pulled it out, stretching me hard again when the apple sized knot came out. Then she pushed all 12″ back inside. In a short time, she had this huge dildo gliding in and out of me and the knot was stretching my arse each time. It felt so good but being the greedy anal pervert that I am, I asked her to fist me.

She pulled the dildo out for the last time then I felt her fingers pushing at my asshole. There was no delicate one finger, two fingers, three fingers. She bunched all four fingers and her thumb into a cone like I had previously described and pushed her hand inside my ass. The widest part of her hand was no bigger than the knot on her dildo, so her hand slid into me upto her wrist. Even going in so easily, the feeling of her hand inside me was exquisite. It has been a few years since a woman had anally fisted me and her I was. A hand inside me again. I told her to fist fuck me. Rotate her hand inside me, rub my insides with her finger nails. Don’t be afraid to pull her hand all the way out and then push it all the way back in. It will go back in. She fisted me back and forth like a pro. I think she had been watching femdom porn with women anally fisting men as research. She was doing a good job.

I told her I wanted it deeper. I wanted it harder. I wanted her to stretch and ruin me. I’d described past experiences to her how I was anally fisted elbow deep. I explained to keep her fingers bunched together in a cone and push deeper. And how she would feel like she had reached the end of my ass. “Keep pushing with a constant pressure and you will feel your hand going in deeper”. Oh my God when I felt her hand pass through my Sigmoid Colon and half her forearm fell inside me. Remember she’d never fisted anyone before ever! I told her it felt so great so she wouldn’t worry about hurting me. I told her to keep pushing her arm inside me. Push deeper. I wanted to be fisted elbow deep again and I could feel her hand stretching me inside. The feeling was getting intense and so very deep.

“I’m upto my elbow” she declared. I begged her to fist fuck me and I felt her hand withdraw then push back in. She was gentle at first but I think when she saw me stroking my hard cock, it encouraged her to fist me harder and faster. For a first-time fister she was doing a great job. She was pulling her arm all the way back until just her hand was inside my asshole, then plunging the length of her forearm into me, upto her elbow each time. She had definitely watched women fisting men porn. She wasn’t at all hesitant. She fisted my arse hard and fast and deep, just how I had explained I liked it in out online chats.

After a few minutes I asked her to pause because the fisting sensation was getting so intense. I was close to an anal orgasm. I told her to fist me as hard and fast as she could for ten seconds. Smash my arse with your fist. Then pull out completely and give me ten seconds rest to let the intensity dissipate. Then do it again. Fuck me did I like this woman anally fisting me. She must have fisted my arse for a good 10-15 minutes before I had to ask her to stop. I hope she looked at my asshole and saw how loose and sloppy and open she had made me.

The alarm on my phone went off. We had been at it for four hours, licking, stretching and fucking each other, almost non-stop. This was probably the best sex session I’d ever had and I’ve done some really kinky things with women. Both of us were exhausted but fully satisfied. We both agreed that the experience and meeting had been so good that we wanted to do good again.

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Thomas Anderson took a deep breath in through his nose as he wiped the last of the scented massage oil off his hands with a warm white towel, admiring the view of the ocean from the third floor of the Landmark Resort Hotel. No matter what time of day it was, the water was always sparkling in the sun, presenting an alluring image of an idyllic island paradise that drew so many guests to the famous resort, all of them eager to kick back, relax, and enjoy the pleasures that awaited them. Thomas was happy to play a part in providing those pleasures — as a fully-licensed massage therapist, he had been hired two years before, and in between then and now he had honed his craft on hundreds of resort guests. All of his reviews had been complimentary, and a few of them had even bordered on the lascivious or inappropriate.

Thomas wasn’t full of himself, but he also wasn’t exactly surprised by these more sexually-charged reviews either (left by both men and women). At 6’5, with a head-full of golden-blond hair, and a tanned, toned body, Thomas was quite the looker, and he would’ve been lying if he didn’t feel a certain sense of self-satisfaction when he saw the expressions on the faces of his clients when they laid eyes on him for the first time. There was no other way around it — it felt good to be young and sexy, especially in a high-end resort like this. Thomas was friends with many of the other resort employees, and when they weren’t working, they were surfing, bar-hopping, and otherwise living their lives to the fullest.

‘What was it the resort owner had said to me?’ thought Thomas suddenly, still eying the water as it sparkled in the late-afternoon sun. ‘When she hired me?’ His last client had been an older woman, and the way she had shamelessly looked him up and down when he came into her room had made him remember something that Ms. Campbell, the resort owner, had commented on two years ago.

“You’ll be a hit with the older ladies,” Thomas had remembered her saying, with those striking teal eyes of her open wide with amusement. “I mean, haha, you’ll be a hit with everyone, but trust me Thomas…a lot of our massage clients are older women, and it sure helps being able to advertise that we have 6’5 studs like you on our payroll.”

“Heheh, well…thanks,” Thomas had said, chuckling at the unabashed compliment. Being in her early 40’s, Mia Campbell wasn’t quite an “older lady” herself, but Thomas was 24, and he couldn’t help but see anyone over the age of 30 as “old” by his own standards. Still, though, it certainly didn’t hurt to hear compliments like that, especially from the resort owner. Mia Campbell may have been a bit older, but she certainly looked good for her age. And her skin! Well…whenever Thomas was around her, he couldn’t help but notice that it was immaculate, without a blemish in sight. The resort owner made a point to be a visible presence around the hotel and spa that she ran, which is why Thomas was used to seeing her. But he very rarely interacted with her, even though he was her employee. Mia Capbell always seemed to be in motion, doing something, and in any case, Thomas felt like she had a kind of aura around her, the unseen but palatable power that came from her position. It would have been an exaggeration to say that he was intimidated by her, but he was also content to have her leave him be, to do his job without employer interference. The whole situation worked well — he was well-paid, and free to take on as many clients as he felt like he had time for. His situation at the resort matched the ambience of the scenery: quiet, peaceful, and content.

Right at that moment, as Thomas was staring out across the water, cleaning off his hands, sighing out in ultimate satisfaction at his situation, he heard the ascending tap-tap of the xylophone ringtone from his phone as it buzzed loudly against his massage cart. Someone was calling him. Glancing down at his phone, Thomas blinked a couple times as he swallowed audibly, wondering what could be going on. None other than Mia Campbell was calling him. For a second, Thomas felt a wave of worry pass over him. Ms. Campbell had never called him before. She had only texted him a few times, and all of those times had been an emergency, when she was asking to see if he could cover a client for another masseuse who had fallen ill. But she had never actually called him before.

His phone had already rung twice, and it was getting about ready to ring a third time when Thomas realized that he really had no business keeping the owner of the resort waiting as he wondered what the call was about. He picked his phone up and answered it immediately.

“Hello Ms. Campbell!” he exclaimed pleasantly, taking comfort in how relaxed and casual he sounded.

“Thomas,” came the cool, congenial sound of her voice on the other end. Thomas had forgotten that she had a deeper, almost velvety voice. He felt an agreeable chill go up his spine.

“I’m glad you answered,” continued Ms. Campbell, “I knew you had a client this afternoon, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to catch you or not.”

“I just now finished up, actually,” replied Thomas. He unconsciously started gorukle escort wiping his hands off again, getting rid of the last remnants of the scented massage oil.

“Mhmm, good, good,” said Ms. Campbell amiably. “Did it go well?”

“Oh definitely, it did!” chuckled Thomas as he looked out again at the water, breathing in through his nose as he steadied himself. He was really just casually chatting with the owner of the whole resort, like they were old friends, and it made him feel great.

“She was actually this wonderful older lady,” Thomas added, feeling a shot of confidence go through him, “Kind of like what you had mentioned to me when you hired me…remember what you said?”

“Ooooohhh!” intoned Ms. Campbell, the sound of her chuckling apparent on the other end, “Did her eyes light up when she saw you?”

“Heheh, I–I mean…well…maybe something like that,” laughed Thomas, blushing despite the fact that he had just invited the compliment.

“Mmmmm I bet she did,” murmured Ms. Campbell, “I bet she did…and who can blame her, right?”

“Wwwelll…” replied Thomas humorously, enjoying the compliment again (even if something inside him perked up a bit, wondering curiously at the brazenness of Ms. Campbell’s remark), “If you say so, Ms. Campbell.”

“Oh Thomas,” she responded with a quick, musical laugh that elevated her voice from the lower feminine register it generally occupied, “Call me Mia! I feel like it’s only proper, you know, considering that I’m going to be your next…ahem…client.”

“Y-you…you’re…um, I’m sorry, what was that?” asked Thomas blankly, stumbling a little over his words as he looked down at the concrete balcony floor he was standing on.

“Your next client, Thomas!” came the laughing reply on the other end. “I checked your schedule and you’re free the rest of the afternoon…and let me tell you, I’ve been run off my feet these last few weeks, dashing around, making sure everything’s ready for the summer push, and sometimes I just work myself so hard that I completely forget to relax. Does that ever happen to you?”

“Uhm…ehah, well, maybe sometimes,” answered Thomas, now twirling his towel around absently in his fingers. He sensed someone behind him and turned around. A middle-aged man and his wife needed to walk past, and Thomas moved out of the way, smiling and nodding at them as they passed. As ever, he towered above them both, even though the couple were of average height. But Thomas was so used to being bigger and taller than everyone that he barely even registered it.

“But,” he continued quickly, “But not as…as much as you, Ms. C–I mean, Mia. Everyone knows that you, um…that you’re the hardest worker around here.”

“A model employee, through and through,” Mia replied with cool, steady humor. “You sure know the right things to say, Thomas, haha. And, I might add, your reviews from the guests have been nothing short of stellar.”

“I’m…haha, always happy to hear that my work is appreciated!” replied Thomas truthfully. He realized that he was fidgeting a lot…why was he fidgeting? Was he getting nervous at the prospect of giving the resort owner a massage!? He never got nervous!

“So that’s why I picked you out to work on me,” Mia explained. “Well…that’s one of the reasons anyway, hahaha.” She let her quiet laughter die down over the phone, and the purposeful pause that followed was pregnant with strange and palatable energy. What was she implying?? Thomas wasn’t sure. She hadn’t crossed any lines of decency, and yet, something was firing off in the far recesses of his brain, something foreboding…a warning, perhaps. Whatever it was, he waited too long to reply, because Mia was already talking again.

“And you’re sure that you’re free the rest of the afternoon?” she asked innocently, returning to her normal conversational tone. “I won’t be interrupting any fun plans with your friends?”

“I…uh, n-no…no, not at all,” Thomas replied, still trying to recover a bit from feeling flustered. The truth was that he had been looking forward to having the rest of the day off, and maybe hitting up one of the resort bars later on that evening, but of course he wasn’t going to mention any of that — not to the resort owner.

“You can’t interrupt anything,” Thomas added, now more sure of himself. “After all, you run this place, don’t you?”

“Right answer!” laughed Mia appreciatively. “Ok, well excellent, Thomas! I’m looking forward to this — I need the full-body workup. It’s been waaaaaay too long since I’ve enjoyed a massage. Why don’t you relax for another hour or so, then meet me in the Master Suite in the Burgundy Wing at 6? I’ll leave the door unlocked, so you can just come right in.”

“Alright, that sounds great!” Thomas replied, nodding. “I’ll see you then.” He paused, unsure of anything else he needed to say, and then he simply said what popped into his head: “Thanks for, uh…for choosing me, Mia. I know it’s, heheh, just a massage, but it means a lot that you…well, that you chose me.”

“Aw Thomas,” came Mia’s velvet reply through the phone, “I’m the one who should be thanking you. bursa görükle escort See you at 6.”

Thomas stood there on the balcony for a few long moments after the conversation had ended. That call had certainly come out of left field, catching him completely by surprise. It almost didn’t seem real, like some sort of strange mirage. Part of him wanted to check his phone, to make sure he hadn’t just hallucinated the whole conversation.

‘Oh come on,’ he thought to himself, as he started to wheel his massage cart toward the elevator, ‘What are you even thinking about!? That was a totally normal conversation — there’s nothing to think about! She wants a massage, knows I’m the best masseuse out here, and booked me. That’s it — end of story…right!?’

Even though this was Thomas’s thought process, something inside him protested against such conclusions. This subconscious energy within him whispered that something else was going on…something he didn’t understand. But the whisper was sufficiently faint to the point that Thomas was easily able to brush it off without much more thought.

An hour later, he was in the Burgundy Wing of the Landmark Hotel — the fanciest spot at the whole resort — standing in front of Master Suite, Room 104. He thought about knocking, but then he remembered that Mia had told him that the door would be open, and that he should let himself in. Taking a deep breath, with his heart beating a bit faster than it did for the average client, Thomas grasped the door handle, turned, and pushed the door open, pulling his cart behind him in tow as he entered the suite. The immediate scent of rich sandalwood met his nostrils, mixed with something else that smelled sweet and heavy. Instantly, Thomas knew that she had lit candles.

The heavy door closed shut behind him on its own accord, making Thomas jump a little in surprise.

“Ohh hellllooooo!” called Mia from the other room. “Is that a Thomas I hear?”

“Yes it’s…it’s me!” called Thomas back.

“Why don’t you come on in here?” she said smoothly. “I’m all set up.”

Thomas obliged, pushing his massage cart through the main room. He didn’t often go into the rooms that were this fancy, and he found himself marveling at the opulent chandelier, the rich satin curtains, and the deep, profound burgundy that was the pervasive color in everything from the curtains to the lamps to the carpet. It was a luxurious suite…a rich suite…

Thomas hadn’t really known what to expect, but rounding the corner, he certainly had not been prepared to see what he saw: Mia was lying facedown on a massage table, her head turned sideways so that she was looking towards where Thomas was standing. She was completely naked, from head to toe, and her immaculate, unblemished skin seemed to shine forth radiantly in the dancing candlelight. Her head was lying on a perfectly-sized pillow of deep lavender, and she had made sure to pull her shoulder-length brown hair to the side, exposing her alabaster neck. Her teal eyes sparkled in recognition as she looked at him, and implicit in her look was the humor she was taking in his surprised (and expected) reaction.

“I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and got myself ready,” Mia hummed amiably out of the side of her mouth, still somehow pronouncing her words perfectly in that deep, arresting voice of hers. “I’ve just been waiting for something like this for soooooo long…haha, I had to set the mood.”

“No, no! That’s…this is…just lovely!” replied Thomas, not untruthfully, even if he was completely taken aback. As he robotically made his way towards her, he found himself asking what exactly he had expected to see. Surely it wasn’t so strange, this whole situation! He was about to give her a massage! Of course she was going to be naked! Most of his other clients were, anyway — so what was so strange about her being naked as well!? Thomas couldn’t put his finger on it…but something did seem palpably “off” about everything.

‘You’re just overthinking it all,’ he told himself, approaching her nude body as it rested luxuriously on the soft massage table. ‘Just because she’s the owner and you work for her and…and she’s…pretty attractive, actually. Get a grip!’

“Oh and I left you some special oil to use on me,” Mia added, pointing at a bottle of clear oil next to the table. “I just loooovvve the scent of chamomile and jasmine…don’t you?”

“Definitely!” replied Thomas, nodding as he came around the table. “Happy to use it. I was getting a little tired of my old rose-scented stuff anyway, haha.”

He had expected Mia to continue with their small-talk banter, but after he finished speaking, Mia simply lay there silently on her stomach, and Thomas quickly realized that she truly was ready for him to get started. He felt his organs jostling a little inside him as he navigated his massage cart around next to where he was standing — he had never been as nervous as he was now before a massage. And again, he felt confused; where were these nerves coming from? He was just about to perform a job he did at least three or four times a day!

Thomas swallowed, trying to collect himself, as he reached for Mia’s bottle of clear oil. As his fingers fastened around it, he felt his brows creasing together in surprise: the bottle was warm, much warmer than he had expected…almost hot. His eyes jumped down to her nude body, stretched out on the massage table in front of him. She may have been in her early 40’s, but Thomas couldn’t help noticing how firm and plump her flesh looked…and the arching contours of her ass certainly weren’t anything to complain about. Her well-shaped thighs issued down from her impressive ass cheeks, and as Thomas stepped towards the table, his foot gently bumped into one of the table legs, and he saw Mia’s ass and thighs jiggle a little in response. The dozens of candles flickered playfully, infusing the air with that heavy, intoxicating sandalwood scent.

‘Come on Thomas, come onnnnn…’ he thought to himself, ‘It’s been quiet for too long…say something!’

“Haha, you know,” he chuckled out loud, as he unscrewed the cap of the surprisingly (but pleasantly) warm massage oil, “I wish all my clients went to the lengths you did to set the mood!”

“Heheh, wellllll Thomas,” intoned Mia smoothly from her prostrate position, not moving her head, “This isn’t just any old massage, you know.”

“Oh, it’s…it’s not?” he asked, trying to hide his confusion. He poured a small amount of the massage oil onto his hands, testing its feel and viscosity. Almost immediately, the warm oil seemed to soak into the top layer of his skin, infusing it with a vibrant, calming warmth. Seconds later, the tingling began. Again, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable for Thomas — it was just that he had never worked with any massage oil like this before, that made his hands feel so warm and tingly. The delicious, fragrant scents of chamomile and jasmine joined the heavy, earthy sandalwood in the air.

“No it’s not,” replied Mia, a sweet and gentle mystery in her voice. “Like I said before, I’ve been waiting for this…for a looonnnng time.”

Thomas stood there for a few silent moments, puzzling over exactly what she could be talking about. Again, he felt a kind of strange sensation of foreboding deep inside, but he once more managed to brush it away, reasoning that the resort owner was simply meaning to say, in a relaxed and playful way, that she had been working hard and had been looking forward to treating herself.

“Haha well alright,” Thomas responded affably, as he held the oil bottle up over her exposed back, “I’m happy I’m here to…heh, to help you relax. Ok if I get started?”

“Mmmmm yessss,” breathed Mia lushly. “And please, don’t hold back on the oil…or the pressure. I’m a big girl, haha…I can take it.”

“Ha, famous last words,” joked Thomas, and no sooner were the words out of his mouth when his eyes went wide and he felt a jolt of electricity go through him. Had he…just made a sexual joke!? To Mia Campbell?? While she was lying naked on a massage table in front of him!? What on earth was he thinking!? But the gentle sound of appreciative chuckling greeted his ears — she thought what he had said was funny.

‘Jesus, what a relief,’ Thomas thought, as he vigorously reminded himself not to get too comfortable in his situation. A moment later he had dismissed all his concerns and settled himself down to the task at hand: giving the resort owner the best massage of her life. He squirted a hefty amount of the chamomile/jasmine oil onto her back, and as he did so, he heard Mia moaning out softly to herself.

‘Man, she really has been looking forward to this!’ thought Thomas amusedly to himself as he rubbed the oil all around the expanse of her upper and lower back. Once again, he was struck by how nice her skin was — it was wonderfully smooth and creamy, and the scented oil only served to accentuate the loveliness of what was already there. In less than a minute, her entire back, her ass cheeks, and the backside of her thighs were all shining with the oil, and whenever Thomas made a movement against her flesh, it jiggled softly, glistening in the candlelight.

Thomas blinked a couple times and shook his head, trying to clear it. For some reason the sight of Mia’s body was more arresting than most, and affected him in a way that he wasn’t accustomed to. It was a strange thing to realize — he was no stranger to massaging all different varieties of attractive people, many of them a good deal younger than Mia.

‘It’s because she’s the resort owner,’ he told himself, positioning his feet to begin working on Mia’s shoulders, ‘That’s all. So hunker down and perform.’

For the next hour, Thomas did indeed “hunker down and perform,” seeing to it that every muscle fiber in Mia’s shoulders, arms, back, butt, and legs was massaged and kneaded to perfection. He always made sure to do a good job with his other clients, but with Mia Campbell he made a particular point to go “all-out” on his technique, care, and precision. From time to time, she moaned out in pleasured appreciation, spurring Thomas on, and boosting his confidence. Oftentimes, clients didn’t make any noises at all during a massage — Thomas didn’t mind this at all, but for this particular client, the periodic acknowledgments of pleasure were certainly appreciated. He had become invested in giving Mia a massage to remember, and the longer their session went on, the more his confidence grew.

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Titty Drops, Butt Stuff, and Blowjobs (bi)

My frat hosted these contests periodically. This was my first one but my brothers were telling me they were awesome. So when everything started one guy acted as, like, the MC.

He spoke loudly so even those in the back could hear, “Are we all ready for the fun and games to start?” People cheered.

He went on, “Today we’re announcing a T and A contest.”

Some girl in front yelled out, “Booooriiing!”

He singled her out, “Not at all. Wait and see or leave now. Because just like all of our contests, once you start you gotta stick it out to the end. And once you leave you can’t get back in.”

I turned to Ethan next to me, “What if a girl, a contestant, or me, wants to quit because he or she can’t hack the trials?”

She would be kicked out of the sorority and shunned till she drops out. Besides. These contests are mapped out till the end of the year. Think of anything sexual you want to do to any of those girls and there’s a pretty good chance you’re gonna get to do it. That’s why you don’t want to drop out.”

“How did you get these girls to agree in the first place?”

“Because we’re going over to the sorority next week to participate in their contest. They’ll have their own fun then. That and the prizes.”

Todd was introducing this week’s contest, “So for part one the T stands for titty drops. In part two the A is gonna stand for, well you all know, just be ready for it to get wild.”

“So how many of you girls wanna come up here and show us your best titty drops? The best four move on to part two.”

A whole fucking line of girls lined up to perform for the crowd. When all was said and done four winners were chosen. Each one had larger than average boobs since, well, bigger ones just drop and jiggle better. Each one was hot. And each girl had a beautiful round plump ass. Naturally, since small titted girls tend to have smaller butts and bigger boobed girls would have a little more junk in the trunk.

I was quite revved up after looking at all the bouncing boobs. As a red blooded American guy I think T and A are amazing.

Then Todd announced part two, “The A part is gonna take the form of a Family Feud gameshow. Our four winners are going to answer the question of the day so we can compare their answer to the survey that was conducted in Mr. Anderson’s intro to sociology seminar. Ladies, first pick your partner.”

I was paired up with a real cutie named Paula.

Todd was still speaking loudly with that game show host quality in his voice, “The category is, ‘Things to stick up your ass.’ “

The first girl to go was some bottle blonde, “Um, I’m gonna say, ‘finger’ ’cause every guy I’m with eventually sticks his, well you know.”

Todd yelled out, “Survey says?”

Another dude, Brett, was reading a print out and he pretended make the sound of a bell, “Ding, ding, ding.”

“You’re right – off to our winners circle for you and your partner.”

The next contestant was this gorgeous brunette who kept her shirt pulled up so her bodacious boobies were still on full display, “I’m gonna say…” she bit her lip nervously, “wooden spoon.”

Todd asked, “Survey says?”

Brett replied with the sound of a buzzer, “XXX”.

“I’m sorry, Brenda, that’s not correct. You’re out.”

My girl, Paula had her turn, “Todd, I’m going with one of those jeweled butt plugs!”

He asked, “Survey says, butt plug?” And he was promptly answered with the three dings. “Congratulations Paula and James. Off to the winners circle.”

Next up was a girl I knew from one of my classes. She thought that ‘Hair brush’ would be on the list. I thought she was way off.

“Survey says?”

“Ding, ding, ding.” Honestly, I was surprised that enough respondents had any interest in putting a hair brush up their butts.

Todd told her to go to the winners circle, adding, “Very creative. I bet all the guys want to date escort bursa you.”

The last girl was this mousy librarian type, yet somehow she had made it to the finals after the titty drop, “Todd,” she proclaimed confidently, “obviously the best answer on the list is coconut oil.”

“Survey says, oil?”

“Ding, ding, ding.”

“Ok everyone,” continued Todd, “For the rest of this contest you’re all gonna be so glad that Rebecca here was right, because you’re gonna need that coconut oil when the guys stuff the winning items up their partners bums.” A hush washed over the spectators.

He turned, as a cart was wheeled out with the various winning items on it. “Unfortunately, you guys are gonna kick yourselves too, other winning answers could have been, vibrators, bottles, anal beads, or penises.”

A big timer appeared on a screen as Todd told us, “Standard judging rules apply. Now…go!”

Lickety-split Paula dropped her pants and climbed up on a stool with her ass high in the air, “What are you waiting for, James? Start stuffing!”

I grabbed the coconut oil pushing it into her upturned and beautiful ass with the only tool I had – my fingers. Someone announced, “James has already completed ‘fingers’ and ‘oil’. Score two points for James and Paula.”

Next, I thought that the smallest item left would be the sparkly shiny amethyst butt plug. Quickly I jammed it into Paula’s cute puckered hole. She let out a yelp, “Careful there!”

As quick as it was in I yanked it out, which was a lot harder than it sounds. “Get ready, Paula, here comes the hairbrush.”

“Well you just be sure to do it handle end first.” Our audience laughed.”

My only reply was, “I sure hope this isn’t your brush. Because it’s gonna be garbage after this.”

“You mean you don’t want to stuff it in me again tomorrow?”

Pushing the brush in and immediately taking it out I said, “Oh, I’ll stuff you anytime, Paula.”

Paula looked over her shoulder, “Stick the jewel back up there!!”

“Why? We already won,”

“Bonus points. Now do it fast.” As soon as the butt plug was back inside her she jumped up, holding my hand in the air as a symbol of victory. Then marching back and forth and addressing the audience she declared, “I’m leaving it in all night!!” You wouldn’t believe how loudly they cheered.

Todd was back in charge, “OK, everyone, all four couples have finished and we all know that Paula and James were the fastest. But that’s not the only criteria for winning. Which couple went the deepest??”

“It turned out that Rebecca and Steve pushed their items in the deepest.” Talking to Rebecca he asked, “You’re kind of an expert on this, aren’t you?”

“Todd, I’m an expert at everything.”

Todd ate it up, “Judge, who wins?”

Brett told us that Rebecca and Steve won points for deepest while Paula and I won for quickest. But since Paula was still strutting around and bending over for the crowd she and I came out ahead.

Todd took over again, “Paula, James, you two have won an all expenses paid trip to the Pizza Palace tomorrow night. Paula, are you really leaving it in until then?”

“You betcha, Todd. In fact, it’s staying in until my new friend James takes it out.” I couldn’t believe my luck to have been paired with the wildest and hottest girl.

At that moment I thought joining the frat was the best decision of my life.

Paula and I had a delightful time with plenty of sexual tension, but also we had a lot in common, and apparently shared life goals. I could see being with her after college. Maybe someday she’d be my wife.

Naturally I bragged and boasted and put my best foot forward so she would see me as the most manly and competent of anyone she knew. Anything to impress.

And we did end up making love.

The next Friday we gathered at the sorority for whatever contest they had planned. I made sure to stand near Paula görükle escort so we could choose each other as partners.

This bossy girl, Theresa, was the MC. She called out, “The contest is… “Put Some Lipstick On It.”

As she explained how it would go she said, “OK, for part one, you guys pair up with each other.”

I asked Ethan, “Aren’t I supposed to be paired with Paula, or at least a girl?”

“Apparently not. Be my partner.” I agreed so as not to be left out of whatever fun we might do with the girls.

Theresa droned on, “You guys have no idea how challenging it is to be a woman. So we’re gonna give you a taste of just how hard it is.” All the girls in the audience wooped and hollered.

So now that you have a partner, the taller guy has to dress the shorter guy in the best clothes he can find on the table over there.” On the table was a pile of girl’s clothing.

“At the end of part one the dresser must apply sexy lipstick to the dressee – with his left hand.”

“On your mark, get set, go!”

We rushed to the table trying to get the most outlandish clothing and matching items before anyone else got to them first. I looked back to see Paula cheering me on: I could be a good sport by wearing crazy clothes.

I ended up being dressed in a red bra, yellow panties, black thigh high stockings, a green tube top, and a blue mini skirt that was so short the bottom of my panties showed.

When Ethan applied the lipstick I looked like a clown. But no more than anyone else.

“OK, for part two we have something really special planned. Now that we know who wears the pants in each partnership and who the girl is…” A drumroll was played on the sound system.

“…each ‘girl’ has to put lipstick on the guys dick.” Before there was time for any objection or negotiation she yelled, “Standard scoring rules apply and the timer ends when the real man cums. Now go!”

At that moment I thought joining a frat was the worst decision of my life.

Dropping his jeans to his ankles in a flash, Ethan pushed me down to my knees roughly and grabbed my head firmly, “James! Standard scoring is always based on how deep we go and how fast we go. Now get on with it.”

Thoroughly disgusted I recoiled and resisted. “Fuck it James, you’re wasting time.” Somewhere out there Paula was watching. There was no way I could let her see me with a dick in my mouth. And yet, if I got drummed out of this college how could I court her?

Ethan was rubbing his stinky glans on my lips forcefully. I turned my head and could see that most of the other kneeling guys were also rebelling.

A second later my dilemma was solved for me: Paula was right there next to me on her knees. “You can do it, James. No one else has even started.”

“But it’s not manly.”

“Is it manly to lose? The prize is a trip for two to Cancun. I’ll go with you and you can do whatever you want to my body to reaffirm your masculinity.”

“I’ve already done everything I want to your body, except…”

“Suck that cock and you can do it. I want Cancun. With you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, I’ve been fantasizing about…maybe in a few years…I want… it’s crazy.”

“Spill it and suck, James! You KNOW I like crazy.”

“It’s only been a week. But I’ve got this dream where your daddy walks you down the aisle and I’m there waiting for you.”

“James, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. But at this moment I’m thinking that joining a sorority was the best decision I ever made.”

She waved Ethan’s cock at me, “But know two things, someday I want a real proposal, and two, I want a ceremony on a volcano in Hawaii.”

Paula nudged me toward the big pole, “Now hurry the fuck up, Brandon and Jimmy are half way there.”

With an inspired vigor I attacked Ethan’s cock in a full out assault. I had two minor goals and a major one. First, I was going to leave a smudge of lipstick as far down the cock I was sucking as possible. Then I was going to milk Ethan’s cum into my mouth as fast as possible. Lastly, I was going to impress Paula by being the most manly cocksucker a guy could be.

I made my lips crawl down toward the base, bit by bit, leaving red smears as I went. I had to make it all the way. When it touched my epiglottis I gagged. But with determination I pushed the thick head into my throat. Why did Ethan have to have such a big one?

I was almost there. Maybe a half inch to go, but something was stopping my progress. The more I pushed the more it just got lodged short of my goal.

Then I had an idea, reaching and grasping around I found Paula’s hand. Lifting it up I placed it on the back of my head in the hopes that she would understand what I wanted.

Paula shifted til she was behind me, then she pushed, like real hard. I felt the shaft bend just a little when with a pop that only me and Ethan felt it pushed past the obstruction.

Before relenting I made sure to rub my lips roughly into his pubes and on his belly. Pulling back just a bit I felt success when I saw red.

Now I needed to get him off fast. I bobbed, I licked, I sucked as hard as I could. It felt like it was taking forever. When was he going to cum?

Paula was whispering how I was doing a good job but while that helped me, it didn’t help Ethan.

So I added my hands. Caressing and rubbing my friend’s balls I hoped it would be enough. I felt Ethan’s dick grow thicker but something was missing.

So I started tugging on his balls and urging him to fuck my mouth by pulling on his buttocks.

Looking up into his eyes Ethan shrugged his shoulders mouthing the words, “You’re just not sexy.” He was right. No tube top or lipstick was going to make me female.

With yet another flash of insight I now lifted Paula’s hand, placing her soft feminine fingers on his scrotum.

I sensed that it was working but sneaking a peek down the row of cocksuckers I feared I had some catching up to do.

I racked my brain while never stopping my cocksucking. Then I had it! Ethan needed to be able to imagine that he was plowing a woman’s mouth. A pretty one.

I pulled Paula’s face next to mine. Cheek to cheek, I knew she could feel the big cock where our faces touched.

But Ethan was clueless. Rather than imagining that he was fucking Paula’s face instead of mine he was looking up at the ceiling. I waved my arms and tapped his chest but he steadfastly refused to look down.

All hope seemed lost when we heard the crowd chanting for another team who were clearly very close.

It was Paula who had the winning idea. Tilting her head she craned to get her lips under there and started sucking on Ethan’s nuts with great enthusiasm.

That’s all it took. Ethan thrust into my mouth releasing a great torrent of slimy goo.

I jumped to my feet, holding his hand up in the air in a symbol of victory, while simultaneously holding open my mouth to show the puddle of cum pooling there.

Jimmy claimed we cheated, but when the video of Theresa laying out the rules was replayed the judges ruled for me on both depth and speed.

Paula and I enjoyed Cancun greatly. We graduated and have jobs and live together six years later.

I wish I could say it was a storybook happy ending. But we never got engaged. She cheated on me a couple times and we’re working on our problems. Who knows? Maybe someday if we can figure a few things out…

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ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER.

Veronica (the bully) vs the Boxer

Oooufff! Ooufff! CRACK! and I was down on my back, again! Veronica came for me and reached down to pull me back up. But instead of grabbing my shirt, she grabbed the hem of my skirt and in my surprise she yanked it completely off my legs revealing my white, lacy low cut panties! The wall of teenage girls and boys acting as our ‘ring’ laughed at the sight as my face reddened and my hands went to cover up.

“Ooooo! The little slut’s trying to look sexy for her…my boyfriend” taunted Veronica. What do you think, everybody? Who’s got the better body?”

Although I hated her guts, even I had to agree with the boisterous crowd who cried out, “VERONICA!”

We had taken our tops off before the fight to prevent any blood or grass stains but in reality, I think it was for my 18 year old tormentor to show off her amazing tits! And fuck! She had the best tits in the school. Best ass too, most would say!

“Ronnie” as she liked to be called, was only a little over 5′ tall and if she weighed 100 lbs, 50 of them were her tits and ass! She was curvy rather than athletic but without question, you didn’t cross the unquestioned toughest girl in the entire school. She even beat up the older girls, not out of skill but cheat and meanness.

I remember, I saw her beat the hell out of one of our track stars. A really fit, muscular girl who liked to pick fights. She liked to fight and was good at it. She was by far the meanest, toughest girl in the school. Everyone thought the track star would kick Veronica’s ass. But just as the fight was about to start, the track star unexpectedly caught her toe on something; a tree root, a lump of grass, whatever. The result was, she went down hard, re-aggravating a prior quad tear. This slowed the track star to where she was easy pickins for Veronica’s brand of brawling.

From there, the track star was toast. Veronica beat her mercilessly, paying particular attention to the track star’s well-developed abs, occasionally clubbing her chin and jaws. She’d even knock her down, stand her back up, prop her against the school wall just to beat the 18 year old’s hard body. Veronica made a point of targeting the poor girl’s muscled core all while taunting her. “That body of yours isn’t so tough now, is it bitch. What’s it feel like to have your abs caved in by the new toughest girl in the school?”

Veronica would press her big boobs into the poor senior’s and punch her belly raw. It was a massacre. The poor girl just couldn’t throw with any speed or accuracy while Veronica made her pay with every fist to her gut, every punch to her jaw. It was also to show the whole school how tough and mean she was. The track star had to quit track she was beaten up so badly.

She was merciless in that beating and made a quick name for herself.

I was told of another time Veronica kicked a girl’s ass. There was this tough black girl who, at a beach party, pulled a small knife on Veronica. She caught Veronica flaunting her impressive cleavage to her man. Thinking quickly, Veronica avoided the girl’s first attempt to cut her, grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it into the city girl’s face.

Veronica was able to slap the knife away but surprisingly, even being blinded, the black girl held her own and Veronica got bruised up pretty badly. But, in the end, the sand in the girl’s eyes and Veronica’s hard fists on the poor girl’s muscled belly was the deciding factor as Veronica SLAMMED her over and over, eventually knocking her out and going home with her man.

Right now, I was the object of her ire. I had “dared” to be asked out by a boy she had eyes for. Now, I was looking up at the underside of her big boobs, visible beneath the tight sports bra she was wearing. And this was not the first time I was her victim.

I am a bit of a nerd although I have a decent body and can be pretty if I care enough to try. I was an easy target for her, often getting tripped in the hall or having her boobs ‘accidentally’ knock my books out of my hands. And of course, like all bullies, she had her “Pussy Posse” who traveled in her wake. The one and only time she had beaten me up, my belly was bruised and sore for days. That was her speciality.

Now, two of her posse grabbed my arms and stood me back up. They held my arms back thrusting my chest forward.

“Let her go. We don’t want her complaining this was an unfair fight.” Her giggle followed but before her followers pushed me forward, one unsnapped my bra and my medium-size breasts burst into view.

As I tried vainly to cover up, Veronica pointed and laughed. Everyone joined in laughing at my embarrassment until…Veronica grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it off over her head.

A hush and appreciative stares, including mine, watched as her hard nipples briefly caught on the fabric then released and her gorgeous big tits fell into place. Fuck!

“Put ’em up, four eyes!” bursa escort she said in an irritatingly teasing tone.

I hated being called that but that was vintage Veronica. She put her own fists up but used her forearms to squeeze her tits together as she did. She looked down at her obscene cleavage, smiled, then came for me.

Now, I’m sort of fit. My breasts aren’t in Veronica’s league but they’re nice enough. My waist is small and I have a nice enough ass. Better than average, I’d say. I work out, sometimes. But it’s mostly jogging or stretching. I tried boxing with my older sister but I just didn’t get into it. But right this minute, I wish I had.

Now, my older sister, Jackie, she’s a different story. She’s a fitness freak. In particular, she focuses on her abs and overall core. It’s because she loves to box. She started training to box at 19 and now she’s a competitive fighter. Having a hard core is essential for success as is evident by her 15-1-2 record.

I used to watch her train her abs. Once her training kicked in, her abdominals became her signature feature. She’d hang from a bar and do leg lift after leg lift both straight legged and ones to build her obliques and intercostals. She would flex those muscles over and over lifting her legs to exhaustion.

I remember the admiring looks she’d get from people at the gym. Here was this young woman with this stack of muscle outdoing even the fittest of the men there. Then she got into boxing with more fervor. I remember one day, she was hanging from the bar catching her breath after a particularly exhausting set, and this muscular young man came up. He reached out to her sweat coated, hard abs and asked, “May I touch?”

Still hanging there Jackie said, “No” and the young man, taken aback turned away. Then she added, “but you can put on those boxing gloves and punch me in the stomach until one of us fails.” He turned back, smiled broadly and slipped on a pair of boxing gloves. Not another word was said. He just moved in close and started punching!

Her body swayed while hanging on the bar but she did not release, she did not grunt. Each time she swung back, he was there to hit her abs with a heavy fist, stopping her forward motion. The next punch would send her body swinging back again. This continued for maybe 20 minutes when he finally had to drop his gloves in exhaustion. Jackie too was beat, literally and figuratively, and she dropped from the bar holding her belly. They ended up dating and this became their foreplay.

When Jackie got into boxing to the point she hired a trainer, he would force her to do 100 inclined sit-ups before and after training and while she did them, he would take a 25 lb medicine ball and drop it on her stomach! If she failed, he made her do 25 more. By the time she was 21, her core was a cobblestone of hard muscle. I’ve never seen any woman, or man with such finely developed abs!

Try as she might to get me interested, I was just not into it like she was. Right now, as Veronica was about to show me who was the toughest girl in the school, I wish I had taken Jackie up on it.

Even still, I was several inches taller and several pounds heavier than Veronica. I looked fitter than her so “on paper”, Veronica “should” pose no problem for someone like me. But, “on paper” and “should” being the operative words.

“You should have left Eric alone” was all she said as she moved in. Her breasts were mesmerizing. Such size and perfect shape on this small girl. CRACK! Her uppercut to my chin dazed me but still I threw a wild hook. She evaded it easily…and made me pay.

Ooufff! Ooufff! Her body blows were far more powerful than I expected and far harder than my abs could take. I grunted with every fist she threw there. She smiled as one particularly hard combo forced me to take a step back. She giggled a little as I looked at her with a pained expression.

“That feeling your experiencing right now, Anna? It’s your abdominal muscles first tightening from the pain of my fists. But soon, very soon, my fists will beat through your weak body and Anna? I’m gonna target your softening belly over and over. It’s kinda my thing.”

As I backed into the wall of onlookers, she moved close. Her short punches carried incredible strength. Ooufff! A left impaled my gut and I folded over it. CRACK! Her right straightened me up and I swayed from the power of her. CRACK! A short, left hook crushed my jaw and my arms dropped!

She pounded on me that way for several head-snapping punches. She ROCKED me. She slowed to take her time but added power as she worked over my belly and ribs. She’d pick a spot and shoot her hard fist into it. Over and over I heard myself grunt from the accuracy of the beating she was handing me.

She must have hit me 20 times but her posse kept me standing. She walked up to me and grabbed the back of my head. I offered little to no resistance. She smashed my bleeding nose and lips into her chest! Her tits were amazingly firm but this was bursa eskort meant to humiliate and intimidate me and anyone else watching.

She grabbed my chin, (even her grip was strong) and shook me awake. “I didn’t want you to miss this.” Her jab snapped my head and my shapely body was exposed once more. THUMP! THUD! THUMP! Her fists just BURIED into my gut. My knees started to give way again but this time, when they did, she hit me with a right cross followed by another that put me to sleep! My body crumpled in a heap.

I woke to cool hands on my face. Even the light touch hurt but I was able to make out my sister’s face. Weakly I said, “Hey sis! You should see the other girl!” I tried to chuckle but it hurt my ribs. “What happened? How did I get here?”

Jackie said, “A handsome young man named Eric brought you. He said that girl Veronica, who’s been picking on you, beat you up. Is that right? The same little big-titted bitch that beat you up last month?”

A little embarrassed I replied, “Yeah. That’s her”.

“GOD DAMM IT! Well, I’m gonna teach that little bitch a lesson she won’t forget.”

Now my eyes came fully open. “NO, JACKIE! Please! She’s so fucking tough and she cheats to win. And she doesn’t let up until she’s finished with you. Please!”

“Look at me, Anna. Look at my body! Look at my boxing stats! You think that little bitch can beat me? You think that little bitch can beat my sister and get away with it? NO FUCKING WAY! Anyway, it’s done!”

“What do you mean, ‘It’s done’?”

“I mean, I called her up and challenged her to a fight. She accepted! It’s tomorrow night in our gym.”

“NO! NO! Jackie! Please don’t!”

“Too late. You can come watch me take her apart. I don’t intend to show her any mercy.”

A tear worked its way down my cheek, I rolled over and tried to sleep.

I had a nightmare of Jackie fighting Veronica. It was a massacre with 18 year old Veronica laying a total beatdown on my beautiful 22 year old sister, bruising her abs and cracking her jaws. And once she had finished Jackie decisively, she came for me. I woke in a flop sweat.

Jackie was up and out early getting in a run and some light weights. She has built the most amazing body for herself. When she started boxing, she took to it immediately. Oh sure, she took some tough beatings as she was learning but she was laser focused on getting uber fit and being the best.

By 7:30 we were at the gym and Jackie was warming up when in walks Veronica with her posse. Even her sweatshirt couldn’t hide her perfect chest! But, there’s something. She looks nervous! Good! I hope Jackie kicks her ass.

Jackie, still in her light sweats walks over. “So. You’re the bimbo who’s been picking on my sister. I’m glad you showed up! Just tell me when you’re ready.” Jackie then pulled her sweat shirt off revealing her nice breasts and incredibly muscular stomach. I watched Veronica face briefly fall.

Jackie, has nicer, larger breasts than me which go well with her cobblestone abs and baseball-sized biceps. She makes sure Veronica gets a good look at her abs as she flexes. Jackie pulls off her sweat pants revealing very low cut boxing briefs. Cut just above her pubes so she can show off her 8 pack! She goes into a double bicep pose and I swear I can see Veronica swallow.

Then, it’s Veronica’s turn. She fakes a laugh and pointing at Jackie’s chest says, “Well, I can see the family resemblance.” She and her posse laugh heartily. She removes her sweatpants first and turns her back to us. She’s wearing the tightest, shortest, cut-off jeans I’ve ever seen. Her perfect little ass cheeks peek out below.

Then she turns to slowly unzip her hoodie. Even after an inch or so her cleavage is exposed. Her breasts pull at the fabric forcing it apart as the zipper falls revealing a red lace sports bra with boob flesh spilling out the top and sides. Even Jackie watches Veronica’s boobs maybe with a little bit of envy. Instead of a double bicep pose, Veronica locks her hands behind her head and inhales throwing her tits out. I hate it that I have to admit her tits are so fantastic and she’s only 18.

She laughed at us gawking, then casually took her posse over to her corner where they started to apply make-up. Apparently, she wanted to look good expecting a win. A pink hairband pulled her hair out of her face. Slipping her gloves on, she’s ready to go. Jackie chose smaller gloves for them both planning to punish the smaller woman.

Jackie moved to the center of the ring and Veronica followed. Jackie was some 6 inches taller, maybe 20 lbs heavier with all her muscle. Veronica walked up close, pushing her boobs into Jackie’s. “This is a straight up boxing match, bitch. We fight to a knockout, yours of course. If you want to back out, now’s the time, but I’d better not hear about you bullying my sister or anyone else, for that matter.”

Veronica smiled like she had a secret. “I’m not going anywhere, granny. And when you’re on your knees kissing my feet, you’re going to tell everyone who’s the toughest and who kicked your ass.” Jackie just smiled. They touched gloves and returned to their corners.

It was smart of Jackie to hold this fight in a real boxing ring. It lessened the chances Veronica could pull one of her tricks though I put nothing beyond her.

“Jackie. You’re sure of this? Remember, she’s tougher than she looks and she’ll do anything to win. And if she gets the advantage, she won’t show you ANY mercy. PLEASE, be CAREFUL!”

“Thanks, Sis, but I got this. She’s gonna pay for touching my little sister.”

Both ready, the bell starts the first round.

DING! Round one

Veronica comes FLYING out of her corner racing toward Jackie but Jackie is not impressed. Veronica fires a wild overhand right that Jackie easily slips and makes little Veronica pay. Oouufff! Ugghhh! Jackie drilled two lefts into Veronica’s unprotected side, then pushed her away. I could tell Veronica felt it but she smiled again and came back in.

Veronica got in close and rifled a stiff straight into Jackie’s abs. Her fist just bounced off and again, Jackie, fighting like the savvy boxer she is, countered with a hook that caught Veronica on her jaw. The punch was not hard but it was on target and spun Veronica’s head sideways. She shook it to clear the cobwebs and circled Jackie again. This time it was Jackie who was smiling, though to her credit and my dismay, Veronica didn’t seem too bothered by Jackie’s accuracy.

Her posse started yelling from the corner, “KICK HER ASS, RONNIE! SHOW HER WHO’S BOSS!”

Veronica lifted her arms like she was winning and started dancing a little shuffle. All the while, Jackie watched dispassionately, not being distracted by Veronica’s antics. Jackie was content to let Veronica showboat. It did nothing to give Veronica any edge. She moved in again, close. Jackie was doing well countering so she let Veronica initiate the action.

Veronica threw two fast punches into Jackie’s gut as Jackie protected her chin. Both bounced off harmlessly. So Jackie decided to give Veronica a taste of what was to come.

A straight left jab tagged Veronica’s nose but Jackie quickly followed that with another jab and a right cross. Both hit their mark as well as the three-punch combo frustrated Veronica. She swung a wild hook but Jackie’s training saw it coming as she ducked under it and dug her left fist into Veronica’s soft belly. But she didn’t stop with one punch. Like lightning her right followed and buried itself again in Veronica’s trim waist. Ooouufff! COUGH!

Jackie controlled the first round with accurate head shots and more powerful body blows hoping to punish Veronica and wear her down before knocking her out. They circled slowly and it appeared Veronica looked surprised at Jackie’s strength and accuracy. For maybe one of the first times in any of her fights, Veronica was on the defensive. And Jackie didn’t let up.

A right cross caught Veronica cleanly but did little long term damage. The same was true for a left jab. Jackie was placing her punches and although they carried sting, they wouldn’t put Veronica down.

Veronica came back with two fast punches to Jackie’s abs but Jackie didn’t even register then as her right-left-right tagged Veronica’s face in rapid succession. Veronica had to back step and Jackie followed.

Her biceps looked magnificent as she pursued Veronica

Jackie pulled back her fist but…

DING! DING! DING! Round one ends

As Jackie walked confidently back, I was cautiously smiling. Her body was so fit! Not body building muscular but without question, her muscles were clearly visible. With each step her abs moved in rhythm. Her biceps defined the shape of her arms just below her well-developed shoulders. I had been working out with her but she was so far ahead of me in terms of fitness. I felt a little more confident now that she would kick Veronica’s ass.

We looked over at Veronica who had taken a seat as her girls waved a towel, poured water over her face and ice on her belly. She was breathing heavy and I loved it.

“Nice work, sis. But, don’t underestimate her, Jackie. Please! She’s evil.”

“Nothing to worry about. She has no power and I was just playing with her. Not to worry.”

“Sis, she’s just a mouthy, big-titted bully. I’m going to turn up the heat this round.”

“Just be careful, OK?”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you, hon. I got this. No worries! Just sit back and watch.”

DING! Round two began.

As Veronica came to the center her arms were down and she walked out casually like she wanted to talk about something. She had a hand and one finger up as if to make a point or ask a question. Before I could scream out a warning to Jackie, Veronica struck! CRACK! THUD! A two punch combo started with a straight right to Jackie’s chin followed by a heavy gut punch! The cheating gambit had worked and I felt concern wash over my face until…

…Jackie, facing me, was smiling! Veronica pulled back to check the damage she had done. She looked at Jackie and her face fell. Jackie lifted both arms, locked her hands behind her head and flexed both her biceps and her abs!

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I was searching for survivors in the woods. I could see a campground lodge in the distance, I figured there might be someone holed up there. Leaves and branches crunched beneath my feet as I trudged along. Each noise made me a little anxious, I wasn’t sure what was out there but I was constantly terrified of being found.

It had been a few months already and I had been surviving on my own for a while, but I still didn’t really understand what was going on. All I knew was that society had fallen apart, and someone or something dangerous was responsible for that. And that there weren’t many of us left. So I did what I could to find others in the hopes that we could help each other survive.

I had made my way through various buildings in the city where I was living, but everyone evacuated the cities early on. I didn’t find any survivors, but I did stock up on survival supplies. I was confident enough in my own survival skills to keep myself alive, but I knew that in the long term I would need others. Other people to lean on for support, but also just for the connection of human contact. I was lonely. Lonely, but hopeful.

This lodge seemed like a sensible next step. As I approached, everything was quiet. It was both comforting, and eerie. If there was danger here, I expected it would be obvious. Survivors wouldn’t want to make themselves known, so I hoped that the quiet was a good sign. But there was still an anxious unknown.

I made my way to the main building, and on my way there I came across an outhouse. I peeked inside cautiously. It was absolutely full and overflowing with massive thick turds. It was hard to tell, but the most recent dump didn’t look too old and stale. I hoped it was fresh enough to mean that someone was still here. Someone safe.

I admired the pile before continuing my search. The stench overwhelmed my nostrils. For a moment, I imagined someone desperately evacuating their bowels into an already full toilet. Their steaming fat turds plopping onto the back and sides, and even onto the floor. I breathed in the stink for another moment before closing the door and moving on.

As I approached the door to the main building of the lodge, I made sure to muffle my movements as much as possible. I had been quiet and cautious moving around outside, but I felt the need to be particularly silent entering a building. If anyone was here, they were most likely to be in this building as it would have the most resources. Whether I encountered someone dangerous or safe, I wanted to make sure I didn’t spook them.

I slowly creaked open the front door and peeked my head inside. As I did, I surely made enough noise to alert my presence, at least to anyone paying attention. I thought I could hear a faint, clumsy scurrying sound, but I couldn’t tell which direction it came from. I had some sense that whoever it was probably wasn’t out to hurt me, and although I had no guarantee of that, I decided to take a risk.

“H-hello? I’m not going to hurt you, I want to offer my help…” I called out in as kind of a tone as I could manage.

I stood up straight and braced myself for a response. My body was tense. I didn’t know what to expect. I was excited at the prospect of seeing another person, terrified at the possibility of meeting my immediate doom at the hands of someone less kind than myself. I waited by the door, anxiously shifting in place and looking around. I wasn’t sure if I should go further into the building, or keep waiting in hopes that someone would reveal themselves to me. A few minutes passed as I battled with myself on what to do next.

Eventually, I heard muffled clattering followed by measured footsteps. A girl emerged in the doorway to my right. Her head was down, but she kept her eye on me. She didn’t speak right away, so I took a moment to evaluate her condition. She was pretty, and probably around my age, maybe a bit younger. Early 20’s, big green eyes, long dark brown hair, short and petite. She was very unkempt, though. Her clothes were completely soaked through with… sweat? And just… filthy. She looked like she hadn’t showered in days, maybe weeks. And the smell confirmed that. She stunk, bad. Her body odor was nearly as overwhelming as the enormous shit pile I encountered earlier.

“Hi…” she finally said, timidly.

“Hi, are you okay? Are you alone?” I asked, moving toward her slowly.

She flinched and retreated back a bursa escort bayan step. I stopped moving. She hesitated to answer. Maybe she didn’t want me to know she was alone, in case I wanted to take advantage of her.

“It’s okay, I’m alone too. I’ve been searching for survivors. Safety in numbers right?” I said.

“Y-you won’t hurt me?” she whimpered.

I shook my head, “I know it’s probably hard to trust a stranger, but I promise you, I have no interest in hurting you or taking advantage of you.”

The girl nodded, “Well I can’t stay here by myself forever anyway. I’ll need to trust someone eventually. I guess it might as well be you.”

I reached my hand out. She cautiously stepped over to me and put her grimy hand in mine. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Maisie. I told her my name was Max. She explained her situation, and I explained mine.

She had been holed up in this lodge with her friend after everyone else fled. She sustained herself on all the non-perishable food while her friend went out in search of help. She knew that without electricity or running water, and a finite food supply, she couldn’t keep staying here and was thankful that I had come along.

I told her that we needed to go out and find more people, she agreed and requested that we start by finding her friend.

“I told her I’d stay here, and wait for her to return, so we didn’t lose each other, but…” she trailed off.

“How long has she been gone?”

“It’s been hard to keep track of the days since I’ve been alone, but… too long. I’m worried. I really need to find my… Claire.”

“We’ll find her. Gather what you can carry, we might not come back here,” I instructed.

We both filled backpacks with supplies; food and whatever else we might use for survival. Maisie and I headed out into the woods, in the direction Claire left in. I felt comforted having someone else by my side. I felt bad, she was clearly scared, and worried. But I think she was comforted too. She had clearly been on her own for some time. We walked slowly and cautiously.

We chatted quietly, and became a bit more comfortable with each other. It was a nice distraction from the anxiety and fear, and just nice to finally have someone else to talk to. We made some progress in the woods and I kept a close eye on Maisie. She started to look more and more uncomfortable. Some time had passed, and we hadn’t found any signs of her friend. Maybe she was getting more and more anxious that we wouldn’t find her.

More time passed and I heard her stomach begin to churn. She started to quietly moan and grunt with discomfort. Pfft. She let out a gassy fart.

“Ngh, sorry…” she said, turning her face down.

Her stomach got louder, churning and gurgling aggressively. She kept farting – louder, longer, and wetter.

“Um… can we stop for a minute? I really have to use the bathroom…” Maisie said, her face turning red.

“It’s been quiet, I think we’ll be okay if you can’t hold it.” I reassured her.

“I really can’t, I’ve been holding it in ever since the toilet got full… it’s been a while,” she said. “I know it’s dangerous out here so maybe you can keep watch for me while I go?”

She was clearly embarrassed. I nodded, happy to help, and give her the relief she seemed to so desperately need. I turned away from her and she dropped her pants and squatted down behind me. A loud, wet fart preceded her loud grunting.

“Augghh… sorry about this,” she whimpered.

I said nothing, but felt bad that she felt she needed to apologize. I heard the noisy squelching and crackling of a turd passing through her sphincter. Her grunting became louder and more pressured, and peppered with whimpers and even moans. She was incredibly loud, and her moans were oddly sexual. If I was nervous someone would hear us earlier, I was doubly nervous now. But I also couldn’t help but become aroused.

Heavy turds audibly plopped onto the dried leaves on the ground. The stink reached my nose, the familiar stink from the outhouse at the lodge. It had been her that overflowed the toilet.

I was getting turned on by the whole situation. The humiliation of dumping in the middle of the woods right in front of a stranger, even if I wasn’t watching. The delicious stinky combination of her body odor and her shit. My depraved mind was racing with desire. She moaned bursa escort sitesi louder as she released more and more from her bowels. Minutes passed and she just kept pooping.

“Ugh… it won’t stop… just keeps coming…” she grunted.

I started to become impatient. I knew I couldn’t stop her before she was finished, but every minute we stayed here, I felt more and more vulnerable. I was terrified of being found, especially in such a compromising position, but her loud grunting and moaning as she pushed out her final turds overrode my anxiety and turned it into lust. She finally let out a series of deep exhales and I could hear her rustling around and pulling up her pants.

“So stinky… Thanks for keeping watch. Do you need to go too? I could keep watch for you in return,” Maisie said calmly.

She seemed less anxious now, and I was starting to feel a bit more at ease simply because we had already been in one place for so long without encountering anyone or any danger. And I did need to go. I had been holding it for quite some time, not wanting to be vulnerable and take the time to go by myself. With her keeping watch, I felt a bit more comfortable.

I nodded, and she turned away from me just as I did for her. I looked back at the mess she made, a gargantuan poop pile. I had a hard time believing it came from a human, much less a petite girl like her. It was bigger even than what I might expect to see from a bear or an even larger animal. It was impressive, and it turned me on. I found a spot near her pile and squatted down, pants around my ankles.

I tried to keep my grunts a bit quieter than hers, but I did have a big load to push out, too. It didn’t take me as long, but I was squatting there pooping for at least several minutes. My pile wasn’t nearly as impressive, but I was still a bit surprised by just how much I had in me. I finished up my dump and looked around for something to wipe with. I looked to her pile and didn’t see any leaves or anything she might have used.

“Um… how did you…” I started.

“Do you need to wipe?” she answered quickly.

“Yeah…” I said sheepishly.

“I can help… if you want,” she said, turning to look at me.

I hesitated at her offer. How did she intend to help? I wasn’t in a position to question her, though. I nodded.

“Okay, um… stand up,” she said.

I again hesitated, but stood up after a brief moment’s contemplation. My pants were still around my ankles. Maisie looked me up and down for a moment and then knelt down behind me. I looked over my shoulder to watch her as she reached forward to spread my ass with both hands. She then plunged her entire face into my ass crack and began aggressively licking my messy hole. She sucked and slurped on my shit covered asshole.

I was aroused enough already, but that took me over the edge. I moaned as she ate me out, my dick stiffening. She was back there for a lot longer than she needed to be. Maisie pushed her tongue inside my asshole and gripped my ass tighter. She moved her hands to my hips and pulled my ass into her face. Her fingers grabbed at my butt, pulling my cheeks apart so she could get deeper. Enthusiastic moans vibrated from her soft lips to my butt. My cock was swollen, throbbing, and leaking precum. She sucked on my asshole so good, I had never been so horny. I needed to do something about it.

Maisie kept hungrily eating my asshole, sloppy wet sounds getting louder and louder. She finally pulled her face out of my asshole and licked her lips.

“Ah… stinks…” she said, sitting back on her ankles. “Sorry… I got a bit carried away there. You have such a nice butt.”

“Glad you like it,” I said, turning toward her.

She saw my erect cock as I turned to her.

“Oopsie, did I do that?” Maisie chuckled. “You like my poop, don’t you?” she teased.

“No more than you like mine,” I bantered back.

She just smiled at that, and reached a hand up to touch my throbbing dick, “It’s so fucking big. Do you need help taking care of this?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” I replied.

“Do… you like… anal sex?” she hesitated and stumbled over her words a bit.

My face went flush. It was all I could think about since smelling her turds in that nasty overflowing outhouse toilet.

“Fuck. Yeah, I do.”

“Good, you should stick your cock in my shithole,” she said.

Maisie stood up and removed her pants, bending over away from me. I gazed at her dark, slightly brown, sweat drenched, loose, puffy asshole and my desire skyrocketed. Her asshole was far from clean, but there was no visible shit. I wondered how she wiped herself, but I was too overwhelmed with lust to ask her now.

She winked her moist hole at me. I got down on my knees and took a big sniff. Her stink turned my mind to mush. I buried my face in her ass just as she had done to mine, slurping her dirty hole. Her filth fueled my desire. I couldn’t bear to eat her out for long, because my cock was screaming out to stuff her stinky hole.

“You’ll have to cum fast, we’ve already been in one place for too long.” she said flirtatiously.

“That won’t be a problem,” I said, standing up and guiding my cock to her hole.

I pressed my cock head against her sloppy wet hole and she moaned, just as she did when she was pooping. Her hole was so loose from pushing out massive fat logs that it accepted me quickly. I pushed myself just inside her with no resistance at all.

“Don’t hold back, just fuck me until you cum!” Maisie demanded urgently.

I obliged and plunged the entire length of my cock into her guts. Again, no resistance. At all. I started thrusting in and out, pounding her little pooper. She wailed and moaned louder than ever.

“God, you’re so deep in my butt!” she yelped. “Ngh, it’s thick like my dumps, too. Really stretching my stink hole.

I fucked her harder and harder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Good girl,” I growled.

She whined. “Fuck. Thank you, sir. I want you to destroy my poopy little butthole!”

Her nasty mouth turned me on so much. I rammed her filthy stinking asshole as hard as I could, gripping her thin waist tightly. The stench of shit invaded my nostrils while I fucked her. I sniffed her sweat stink and savored all the nasty smells. Maisie’s tiny body quivered in my hands as I relentlessly wrecked her poop hole. Her round bubble butt rippled against my pelvis with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin punctuated her yelps and moans.

“Your shithole feels so fucking good, Maisie,” I moaned.

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” she yelled in response.

I felt her rectum squeezing my girth and my cock tensed up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too!” I said.

“Do it, cum with me, Max!” Maisie demanded, just as she began convulsing in her own orgasm.

She shook violently as I grunted my load into her. My loud groan rivaled the volume of her screams as I emptied my balls. I spunked buckets worth of cum into her poop tunnel. I pushed my dick as deep as I could as I continued emptying my cum load into her, she just moaned while she took it.

I eventually finished and my dick popped out of her gaping hole. She slumped forward, catching herself with her hands as she fell to the ground just beside each of our shit piles. She laid there, sweaty and panting, my cum dribbling out of her open asshole.

“You really filled up my dirty bathroom hole,” she said, farting out my jizz.

I grinned. I got down on the ground too, to regain my composure. My dick was still hard and throbbing. I watched her quivering body and pulsating butthole. I smelled both of our sweat, our dumps, and the stink of sex. I wanted more.

“I’m still hard,” I said.

“Then fuck me again,” she panted, weakly.

She didn’t move, so I just climbed up on top of her as she laid face down in the dirt. I positioned myself above her and prodded her used up hole.

“Yeah, do it,” she said quietly.

I plunged my cock down into her oozing butt and she moaned with what little energy she still had. I drilled into her violently, showing no mercy just as before. She moaned and whimpered. Her energy was all used up, but she took it like a good girl. Her butt jiggled as I pounded into her. I railed her until I felt my dick tense up once again.

“Agh, here it comes,” I growled.

She said nothing this time as I released another load into her ass. She moaned weakly as I slumped over on top of her, my half hard cock still in her bowels.

“Thank you, sir,” was all she could muster the energy to say.

I planted a kiss on her cheek. We both laid there together until we could both manage to stand up and compose ourselves for real.

When we had both regained some energy I finally asked, “So, I still don’t know how you wiped yourself…”

“I just used my fingers, and then licked them clean,” she said.

“You really are nasty,” I said with a smirk. She grinned back at me and we continued making our way through the woods.

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I never thought I’d be the one asking for this. Our marriage had always been built on love and respect. However, as the years passed and I spent more time at home after being downsized from my job at a large law firm, I realized something: I felt happiest when Emily was in control.

Emily was the embodiment of elegance and sophistication. Tall and athletic, her long, sculpted legs only accentuated the graceful way she moved. Each step deliberate and poised. She possessed the kind of hourglass figure that seemed almost effortless — C — cup breasts complementing the soft curves of her frame, always dressed in fitted, sophisticated attire that highlighted her femininity without excess. No matter what she wore, whether it was a crisp white coat while at work in the hospital, or an elegant evening dress, she exuded polished refinement.

I wanted Emily to lead, to make the rules, to shape our marriage into something where I served her completely. So one evening, after Emily came home from her job as a physician, I worked up the courage to tell her.

“Em, I’ve been thinking about something,” I started carefully, keeping my voice even. “About us. About our relationship.”

She raised an eyebrow, setting her glass of wine down on our dining room table. “That sounds ominous. What’s on your mind?”

“Emily, have you ever thought about what it would be like if you were… fully in charge?”

She looked at me over the rim of her wine glass, one eyebrow arching. “You mean, like, a dictatorship?”

“Not exactly,” I said carefully. “A female-led relationship, where you take charge of things–big decisions, finances, the direction of our marriage–and I focus on supporting you, making things easier for you. Like handling the housework, errands, cooking… whatever takes stress off your plate.”

She stared at me for a long moment before laughing softly. “You mean, like, I’d be the boss?”

“Kind of, yeah,” I admitted, feeling heat creep up my neck. “I feel happiest when I’m serving you. When I focus on making you happy instead of worrying about being ‘the man of the house.’ I want structure. Rules. Consequences.”

Emily leaned back, folding her arms. “So, you want me to make all the decisions and you… what? Become my househusband — or more like a housewife?” she said with a giggle.

I nodded slowly. “In a way, yeah. But not just that. I want to follow your lead.”

She studied me for a long time, her expression unreadable. “Kyle, we’ve always been equals. Why would you want to change that?”

I exhaled. “But equality doesn’t have to mean doing the same things. I think we have different strengths, and I think I’d be happier supporting you, rather than trying to split everything down the middle.”

Emily tapped her fingers against her glass, thinking. “This is a big shift,” she said finally. “I’m not saying no, but… I have questions.”

I nodded. “Ask me anything.”

She tilted her head. “So, let’s say we did this. What exactly would it look like?”

I straightened, heart pounding. “We’d set clear expectations. You’d handle our finances–everything from budgeting to investments. You’d make the final call on decisions, big or small. I’d handle all the housework–cleaning, cooking, laundry, organizing, making sure everything runs smoothly so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Emily smirked. “So, I’d come home, and dinner would be ready?”

“Yes,” I said, meeting her eyes. “And the house would be clean. Your clothes would be washed and put away. Everything would be taken care of so you can just relax.”

She let out a low whistle. “Okay, that’s tempting. But what happens if I make a decision you don’t like?”

“I trust you,” I said simply. “If something bothers me, I’ll tell you. But ultimately, I want to follow your lead.”

Emily drummed her fingers on the table, considering. “Would you be okay with giving up control over money? You wouldn’t have to worry about bills, but you also wouldn’t be making those decisions anymore.”

I nodded. “That’s part of the shift. I trust you with that, and I’d rather focus on making sure our home runs smoothly.”

Emily exhaled slowly. “This is… a lot. I like the idea of not having to split chores and not worrying about housework. And honestly, I already handle most of the finances since I’ve been the sole breadwinner, so that wouldn’t be a huge change. But I don’t want you to end up resenting me for being in charge.”

I reached across the table, taking her hand. “I wouldn’t resent you. I think this is what I’ve wanted for a long time–I just didn’t know how to say it.”

She studied me, her thumb brushing against my knuckles. “I’ll be honest, Kyle… I never pictured myself in a relationship like this. But the idea of coming home to a clean house and a home-cooked meal, not stressing over housework? That sounds… kind of amazing.”

A slow smile spread across my face. “So, you’re open to it?”

Emily smirked. “You need to prove your sincerity. What about the big bursa escort issues that we’ve always disagreed on.”

“I will do whatever you want to prove I’m serious about taking your lead,” I said. “Ultimately, it pleases me to see you happy.”

“Let’s talk about birth control then,” Emily said. “Would your proposed relationship dynamic also give me the final say in those decisions?”

I never thought the subject of birth control would make me break into a cold sweat, but here I was, sitting across from my wife at our dining room table, suddenly feeling like a trapped animal. Emily has been on birth control pills for years. She’s always been adamant about not wanting to endure the discomfort, inconvenience and body changes that go along with pregnancy.

“We should talk about permanent options,” she said casually, sipping her wine like we were discussing weekend plans.

I cleared my throat. “Right. That’s, uh… definitely something to think about.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Kyle, we’ve been thinking about it for years. It’s time to decide.”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, and I think a tubal ligation makes the most sense. You’re already used to medical stuff, and–“

She let out a sharp laugh. “Because I’m used to medical stuff? That’s your reasoning?”

I hesitated. “I mean… yeah? You’re a doctor. You deal with surgeries all the time.”

Emily set her glass down and leaned forward. “Kyle, I don’t perform tubal ligations. And even if I did, that wouldn’t make it less invasive. It’s major surgery. They either cut into the abdomen or go in laparoscopically, inflate the belly with gas, and then either cut, clip, or cauterize the fallopian tubes. Recovery takes weeks.”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t know the details, and I was kind of wishing I still didn’t. “Okay, yeah, but–“

“A vasectomy,” she interrupted, “is a quick, outpatient procedure. A tiny incision, snip, done. You walk out the same day and recover in a few days with some ice packs and a good excuse to lounge on the couch.”

I frowned. “But it’s… you know. There.”

Emily smirked. “Yes, I know where it is. I am a doctor, after all.”

I crossed my arms. “I don’t like needles.”

She rolled her eyes. “Kyle, I’ve literally watched you get vaccinations. You did fine and it was over so quickly.”

“That’s different,” I mumbled.

Emily shook her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Listen, I get it. No one wants a procedure. But if you’re worried about invasiveness, risk, or recovery time, the evidence is clear–vasectomy is the better option.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “What if something goes wrong?”

“The risks are minimal,” she said, her voice shifting into that calm, authoritative tone she used when explaining medical things. “Complications are rare, and long-term side effects are even rarer. Meanwhile, a tubal ligation is actual surgery, with higher risks, longer recovery, and more potential complications.”

I knew she was right. I knew it. But the thought of letting someone take a scalpel down there made my stomach twist.

Emily reached across the table and took my hand. “Kyle,” she said gently, “you trust me, don’t you? It’s time to let me start making the big decisions. After all, this is what you’re asking me to do from now on, right?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“Then you can prove your sincerity in wanting to enter into this new relationship dynamic by trusting me on this. I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t believe it was the best choice for both of us. I’ve been on the pill for years, and that isn’t exactly without risk. It’s time for you to do your part.”

I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. “You really want me to do this?”

She squeezed my hand. “I really do. Think of it as a way you can prove your devotion to me. Let’s seal this deal with a snip!”

I studied her face–my beautiful, brilliant wife, the woman who had guided me through so many decisions with unwavering confidence. She had never steered me wrong before.

And, honestly, if getting snipped meant avoiding surgery for her, wasn’t that the right thing to do?

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Emily’s face lit up with a triumphant smile. “Good. I’ll make the appointment.”

“Wait, what? Already?”

She laughed, standing up and kissing my cheek. “No backing out now, my pet. I’m going to go for a run. In the meantime, there’s a pile of laundry for you to fold before I get back.”

I groaned, but deep down, I knew–this is what I wanted.

The Appointment

We woke up early in the morning, Emily was dressed up beautifully with perfect hair and makeup, as if going to a wedding or other special occasion. She told me to leave my wallet and phone at home so they wouldn’t get lost. She insisted on driving me in her small Porsche to the clinic. She could tell that I was nervous and distracted by thoughts of my upcoming procedure.

Throughout the drive, I kept glancing over at Emily as she drove bursa eskort bayan in silence. She would occasionally give me a knowing smile while exuding a triumphant confidence about my inevitable fate. I was mesmerized by her beautiful cleavage peaking out from her low-cut blouse. I also couldn’t help but stare at the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings as they emerged from under her short skirt every time she shifted her car into another gear. I couldn’t help but daydream about our intimate times together, with her beautiful legs wrapped around me. However, the moment we pulled into the clinic parking lot, my hands started sweating.

“Em, are you sure we shouldn’t think this over a little more?” I asked, my voice only slightly shaky.

Emily, who was far too pleased with herself, unbuckled her seatbelt and gave me an amused look while clutching her hands on the steering wheel. “Kyle, we have thought this over. You agreed. You’re doing this.”

I exhaled through my nose, gripping the seat belt like it was my last anchor to freedom. “I know, I know. But maybe we should weigh our options one more time–“

She placed a hand on my groin, cutting me off with a soft but firm squeeze. “You’re getting out of this car, walking into that clinic, and in less than an hour, we’ll be heading home, where you’ll get to sit on the couch, guilt-free, for the entire weekend.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper while squeezing my growing member. “And I might even see if we can take your little guy for one final spin before you start shooting blanks – permanently.”

I couldn’t resist letting out a little moan from her seductive touch. Then, reality set in once again. I said, “This is so unfair.”

She smirked as she quickly slapped her hand against my groin. “No, what’s unfair is you trying to make me get surgery when this is so much easier.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she was already out of the car. I was without my wallet, keys and cell phone. I realized I had no choice but to follow.

Inside, the clinic was unsettling. It was a women’s clinic that my wife worked at–pink walls, soft instrumental music, and a handful of women sitting in the waiting room, all looking to be in various stages of pregnancy and all appearing equally uncomfortable. As I checked in, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. The women were certainly wondering what I was doing there.

The receptionist handed me some paperwork. I filled it out with slightly trembling fingers. As I was signing the last of the consent forms, I heard a familiar voice.

“Kyle! Right on time.”

I looked up to see Dr. Ashley Patel, one of Emily’s colleagues and former sorority sister, smiling warmly at me. She was an experienced urologist, and I’d met her a few times at clinic events. She was always friendly and professional–but right now, the fact that she knew my wife made this so much worse.

Emily beamed at her. “Thanks for squeezing him in.”

Dr. Patel chuckled. “Of course. We always make room for the reluctant ones.” She turned her attention to me. “Ready?”

“No. Absolutely not.” I said.

But Emily’s hand found mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “He’s ready,” she answered for me, practically dragging me to my feet.

I let out a resigned sigh and followed Dr. Patel down the hallway of identical doors, with my wife holding my hand for reassurance.

The procedure room was bright and sterile, with a padded exam table in the center. Dr. Patel explained that the room was mostly used for women’s labor and delivery, but assured me that she would make it work for our purposes. Dr. Patel gestured for me to undress completely and cover myself with the provided paper gown.

I hesitated. “Uh, the gown is pink… do I really have to?”

Emily, sitting comfortably on a stool beside the exam table, raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Kyle — you’ll look so cute in pink!”

I groaned but did as I was told. Emily and Dr. Patel each took one of my arms and helped me lay onto my back with what seemed like the world’s thinnest paper gown over my body. Emily, clearly familiar with the features of the exam table, positioned padded supports perpendicular to the sides of the table for my arms to rest on. She wiped away beads of sweat from my forehead and told me to relax and allow her and Dr. Patel to take care of me. Next, Emily secured my arms to each of the padded supports with leather straps. Dr. Patel looked slightly perplexed and told Emily that the straps were only used to keep sedated patients from moving unexpectedly during surgery. As Emily secured my second arm tightly in place, she winked at Dr. Patel and told her that I enjoy being restrained by my wife. Emily gave me a kiss on the lips and said, “Don’t you honey?” I remained silent, but my face became red with embarrassment.

Dr. Patel let out a slight giggle as she helped Emily position my legs in the supports and stirrups at the end of the table and began adjusting the leather straps. I was still focusing on the immobilized state of my arms when I realized that my legs were now also tightly secured in the stirrups. Dr. Patel said, “try to scoot down a little more for me.” As I did so, Emily pressed a button on the exam table, and the stirrups moved higher and wider apart until my legs were splayed far apart and I could see my feet dangling over Dr. Patel’s shoulders.

I have heard women comment about how open and vulnerable they felt during gynecological examinations with their feet bound to those metal extensions high off the table, their private parts utterly exposed. Immediately, I understood and started feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable, but also turned-on by the power the women had over me. I could feel my penis betraying me as it started to get erect when my wife started an IV in my strapped-down hand.

I tried to focus on something else to take my mind off being helpless before these beautiful women. “First a little something to help you relax while we’re working,” Emily said while injecting something into the tubes leading to my veins. Almost immediately, I felt warm, comfortable, and reassured about everything. Then, my wife went between my legs to do something I couldn’t see. I heard the buzz of an electric razor, and realized she was shaving all of my pubic hair off. “You can’t expect us ladies to work until we create a sterile field by removing all of this nasty hair,” she said with a giggle.

Dr. Patel was donning a pair of latex gloves as I was staring at the ceiling, counting the dots in the tiles while listening to the hum of the razor. I could hear the pink paper gown crinkling as she lifted it over my knees to get a better look at my groin.

“Oh my, Emily,” Dr. Patel exclaimed. “You weren’t kidding about Kyle enjoying being tied down.”

My wife responded in a very giddy tone while gently slapping my exposed member, “I’ve told you before, Ashley, he’s a grower, not necessarily a show-er.” I was mortified as I looked down at the two women between my knees who were evaluating my penis.

“I have a bag of ice, so we can get him flaccid again. It’s going to be difficult for me to work on him in this erect state,” Dr. Patel told Emily.

“That’s not necessary, Ashley,” my wife said. “I’ll have him ready for the procedure in a moment.” Emily hiked-up her skirt and removed her panties. I recognized the panties immediately. She always looks so hot in them, scarlet red, and made of the softest satin fabric.

“Just like your college days, huh, Emily,” said Dr. Patel. The two women giggled at something that I clearly wasn’t privy to. Emily wrapped the soft panties tightly around my engorged member and looked into my eyes from over the pink paper drape that was spanning the distance between my knees.

“I brought your favorite panties to help me take the last of your swimmers,” Emily said while looking me directly in the eyes. “It’s not like you have a choice anymore,” she remarked in a seductive tone. I unsuccessfully tried to put my knees together as the leather medical restraints dug into my legs.

Dr. Patel went to a drawer and took out a small clear cup. “Let’s not forget to capture the specimen,” she said. “In case you want to have Kyle’s baby someday.”

“Unlikely, especially given our new relationship dynamic,” Emily responded. “Kyle here has asked me to be in charge of things from now on, while he serves as my little domestic servant.” I wanted to melt into the table with embarrassment, but strangely, I was becoming more and more aroused every second.

“You’re so lucky — I hate housework,” Dr. Patel said. She held the opening of the small cup at the tip of my penis as Emily gave a few quick tugs on my shaft with her delicate red panties. The feeling was heavenly. I screamed in ecstasy, as I erupted into the specimen cup with jet after jet of white, gooey semen.

“Wow, you had a lot!” remarked Dr. Patel as she sealed the cup and placed it in a small portable freezer. I was still moaning from the absolutely mind blowing orgasm that I just experienced. “Now it’s time for the ice!”

I screamed in agony as Dr. Patel applied a bag of ice to my groin in an attempt to make my penis flaccid. Emily crunched her panties into a ball and shoved them in my mouth. “We can’t have you being loud and frightening the other patients,” she said.

A muffled groan came from my mouth as I could taste my wife’s juices from her panties. I could tell that Emily was very turned-on by how damp her panties were in my mouth. The smell my wife’s pheromones was strong and always made me melt for her. She gave me a knowing wink, as she knew I loved it. I finally relaxed into the table, and sucked on the panties as I became resigned to my fate.

Dr. Patel finished cleaning me up and rose up from the pink drape between my legs. The bag of ice obviously had the desired effect on my deflated penis. She looked me in the eye and smiled reassuringly. “Alright, I’m going to walk you through everything before we start. First, we’ll apply a numbing agent, then a small incision–just a couple of millimeters–then we’ll access the vas deferens, seal them off, and you’re done. The whole thing takes about fifteen minutes.”

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The idea came to Sophia that morning, as she brushed the tangles out of her long, frizzy blonde hair. The tight, full feeling in her bladder had given her a genius way of getting back at her ex-boyfriend Josh. She immediately sent a group text to her three closest friends Suzie, Annie and Claire.

‘Hey girls xxx. Just had a great idea of how to get back at Josh for cheating on me — meet me at Number One Apparel at lunchtime. Come with full bladder ;)’

The replies came in straight away:

‘Hell yes! Can’t wait. See u there.’

‘Yessssss. He’s gonna get what he deserves.’

‘LOL. Good timing I was just about to go piss. Gonna save it all for his dirty little store.’

Number One Apparel was the clothing store that Josh and his family owned and worked at together. It sold a variety of clothing, shoes and general home goods. It was his pride and joy; making a mess of it would be the easiest way to piss him off — no pun intended. Sophia spent the rest of the morning chugging as much water and coffee as she could.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Sophia’s bladder was full to bursting. She could hardly keep still, and the drive down to the store was almost unbearable due to the seatbelt pushing down on her bulging midsection.

The girls met just outside the store, and Sophia could see that they were each in a similar state. Annie had loosened her belt and unbuckled her jeans, allowing room for her huge, full bladder. Suzie and Claire had both appropriately chosen yoga pants with space for their liquid cargo.

‘Let’s go girls. bursa bayan eskort He’s never going to see this coming.’

They entered the store confidently, each of them scanning for the best places to deposit their flowing revenge. Starting small, Sophia picked a changing room. She closed the curtain and immediately yanked her leggings to her ankles, eager to release some of the pressure. She grabbed her labia lips and aimed her powerful stream all over the changing room, soaking the velvet seat and leaving long drips running down the mirror and painted walls. Pee began to pool on the carpet, and she quickly stopped her stream — she didn’t want to use up her entire bladder in just one spot!

Claire selected a soft-looking couch tucked in the corner of the store. The label said $700, but she very much doubted it would sell at all after she was done with it. There were a few customers lingering around, so she elected to keep her pants fully on and simply release through the black fabric. She relaxed back, sinking into the comfortable cushions, and let go of her tight muscle hold on the flood inside her. Piss immediately began rushing out of her pink pussy, bubbling up between her legs before soaking away deep into the foam of the couch.

After releasing about half of her bladder, she stood up and shuffled over to an armchair just around the corner. She had originally planned to try to soak some carpet, but pissing herself on the couches just felt way too good and she couldn’t resist doing it again. The armchair was bursa escort bayan a silky soft velvet fabric, and it accepted her torrent of pee without complaint. She closed her eyes, sighed, and drained the rest of her bladder deep into the armchair. The relief and naughtiness felt so pleasurable that she almost forgot where she was.

Annie loved to piss on carpet, so she already knew she was going to soak several carpeted areas of the store. She first headed to the back of the store, where more of the old stock was kept and less customers roamed. Finding a deserted aisle, she lowered her pants and crouched. Her overfull bladder released an absolute torrent of piss, thundering against the thin black carpet. Soon enough the puddle was spreading massively. She stood up and surveyed the damage with satisfaction

Next, Annie headed for the furniture section. She caught a glimpse of Claire relaxing on a comfy-looking couch, and noticed with a smile the slick shine of wetness blossoming from between Claire’s legs. She found a secluded spot behind two large bookcases, and once again crouched to the ground to absolutely soak the carpet. She sighed with relief as she waterblasted the carpet, watching the rapidly filling puddle spread out all around her. The puddle reached the bookcases and began to slowly soak into the back of the wood too.

Suzie was more bold with her choice. She slunk around the store, waiting for an opportunity to be alone in an aisle with no customers to see her. As soon as she had the chance, she pulled her leggings down to the bottom of her thighs and leaned backwards. She used her fingers to spread her labia wide open and began to piss at full force. Her powerful stream sprayed out onto the racks of hanging clothes in front of her. She turned, still peeing at full power, and began to soak the shelves of pillows and blankets behind her too. She drained her entire bladder over the aisle top to bottom. By the time she was done she was so horny that she couldn’t help slipping a few fingers inside herself and rubbing her clit a few times as she surveyed the soaked and dripping items.

Finally Sophia was ready to finish off with something special. She searched the aisles until she found a nice knee-length black skirt. She went back into the changing room that she had already soaked in piss, and changed into the skirt with no panties. She stuffed her pants and panties down behind the soaked chair in the changing room.

Then she began to stroll around the store nonchalantly, all the while letting a thin ribbon of piss snake down between her thighs. The pee ran silently down her bare legs and soaked away into the carpet, leaving a small trail of liquid behind her everywhere she went. For her final act, she picked a small scarf from the shelf and took it to the counter where Josh’s brother was working. As he served her, she made small talk with a smile and began to release more and more piss from her bladder. She risked a glance down and saw a puddle silently spreading from between her legs.

By the time she had been served and paid for the scarf, she had drained her whole bladder onto the floor of the store right in front of the checkout. She smirked and headed out to meet her friends. What a satisfying revenge — she had a feeling this wouldn’t be her last visit to Number One Apparel.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Sara’s perspective

I knew what was happening… I just couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it — but I did too, kind of. It just took me a lot longer to work out what was going on than it should have, considering everything that had happened so far, all the books I’d been reading, even the book that had dropped off the shelf. The stories that we’d been telling too… Everything lined up so perfectly and yet I could not have seen just where things were going, even if it was all out of my mind.

It was so creepy with things going wrong around the house, the darkness outside, the screams, the weird animal noises. We were all on edge, shifting our weight back and forth, trying, even then, to hunker down and hide. I thought that it all might have been a prank, however elaborate that was, but it was the only thing that made sense in my mind. Something magical just never crossed my mind…

Yet it was different, especially when Ciri started shifting and rubbing at her skin, groaning. She twisted back and forth, trying to brush something off her skin, though it didn’t look all that different, not really. Maybe a little blurry, like there was more hair growing on her arms? It was weird but, in the darkness, I didn’t feel like I could lean in close enough to actually see what was going on there.

“Unnfff…”

I glanced at her, though Ciri didn’t even seem to notice she’d groaned. Huh… That was weirder. Weirder still when she held her stomach, flinging her other arm out for balance as she swayed back and forth.

“Nnghh…” Ciri said, growling softly, her voice coming through in a weird sort of rumbling groan. “I feel… I don’t feel right, I think I’m going to be sick…”

“What?”

I turned on her, fingers twitching with worry, fluttering around her, not knowing what to do. Had she eaten something bad? Oh no — what if the food had not been cooked properly earlier? But it was something far, far worse than that. It would have been good, if it was happening to me, even if I still would have been terrified.

For my eyes watched as her back rounded, her clothes filling out, but in a strange way — going tighter in some places, like across her shoulders and under her arms, and slacker in others, as if her body was changing. Yet that brown coat of fur grew and grew even as Lara and I tried to steady her, Ciri wobbling back and forth.

But what was happening to her feet? I grabbed at her, though Ciri didn’t seem to realise, not even as she slipped back and forth and, horrified, I brushed my fingers through the hair spreading down her shoulders, across her back, down her arms. It was so soft…like baby fur.

No…

I knew what was happening, but…no, I couldn’t believe it. A part of me wanted to pull back away with shock, but I didn’t know what else to do but creep in close, though it was kind of under the pretence of being there to support Ciri. Of course, yes, that was what I wanted to do, where I wanted to be to support her, to help her…but what could I do?

Ciri didn’t even know what was happening to her, but I could see, her feet shrinking, her fingers shrivelling up. A shoe fell off her and I kicked it away as her sock became too large on her foot, though I kind of knew before it even fell off that it was going to become a paw. Even if it was a very large paw, escort bursa not like…

I gulped hard, sweating, my eyes not knowing quite where to go all over her body, trying to take in every last little bit of her form at once. She wasn’t like a housecat but that fur and those paws… Yes, they looked like some kind of big cat, even if my mind was running amok, even at that point.

Why was she transforming into a cat though? Even Ciri’s legs changed, but it was a little hard to see through her clothes, even if I wasn’t exactly wishing her to be unclothed. Her smaller feet pushed up as if onto the toes, but I could imagine just how the thick, full pad of the paw felt as it fleshed out on the underside of her feet.

Her body was twisted, contorted, as if bone and muscle were trying to break free of her form, trying to work its way through. But what… Could I tell her what I thought she was transforming into? I still couldn’t believe it, shaking my head minutely, in close, rubbing her back, soothing her.

Yet even that let me get in even closer to her out of curiosity alone, morbid curiosity, feeling how her body pulsed and pushed out under my hand. There was something inside her, something trying to get out, but I caught her eyes widening, the surface of her eye rounding a little more to take in more light, the iris larger and the pupil even darker still. Her ears twitched and Lara gasped, though seemed very far away at that time, as her ears rounded a little, moving up the sides of her head. It was something that only someone that knew what they were looking for would see, even though it was a very slow slide, the insides hollowing, fluffy on the outside with a thicker plush of off-white fur on the inside. I heard that that was for protection, when it came to wild animals.

Animals like Ciri.

She couldn’t even stand anymore as she tipped forward onto all fours with a crash and a slam, too fragile to even hold herself up. Her shoulders hunched forward and around and her face pushed out, fading with that furry covering, though the dark spots of whiskers forming were something that I was sure that only I could see. We grabbed her, both Lara and I moving in unison, but we weren’t strong enough to keep her upright, even as we staggered to the side right along with Ciri.

“Oof!” Lara gasped, her eyes wide and wild, somehow caught up in the moment. “She’s… Ciri, she’s so heavy!”

It didn’t sound like Lara was talking either to Ciri or me, but I should have known. Lara was just as scared as I was as this big, bulky thing toppled to the ground, half-dragging us down with it.

Was it wrong to see Ciri as an “it”? I didn’t know, not really. It just was strange that her limbs seemed to stick out at odd angles, angles that both excited me and made me want to draw her back to her normal form, her usual body.

It was not for her, even as I chanced a moment to whimper and run my fingers over the back of her head. Some of her hair fell out and some seemed to retract into her skull, the richer, tan fur spreading over her and thickening up. It was not as light a coat as it had been when it had started appearing, though Ciri squirmed and wriggled as if it was itching.

I could imagine that… The itch from the spread of fur. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the feelings inside me, stirring arousal, colliding with what I knew that I should rationally have been thinking.

I shouldn’t have been as curious as I was, trying to support her but really taking the chance to grip her shoulders, or where I thought her shoulders should have been. Her shirt split across the side as Ciri heaved on all fours, chest gasping and grabbing at air, and I felt the changing muscle in her.

It was strange… My heart leapt. Her skin bubbled and moved, but it was the strange, throbbing pulse of shifting and changing muscle that caught me the eskort bursa most. Lara was busy flapping her hands around Ciri but, even then, there was a part of me that knew that there was nothing, not truly, that we could do for Ciri. The muscle pushed up against my fingers, her shirt too small for her, though I didn’t know what to do with it.

She didn’t seem to have much of a chest anymore, her bra dangling off too, though I didn’t think that Ciri really noticed that anymore. I probably would not have noticed, if it had been me transforming.

Oh, but I was still jealous of her, how she got to change… Why not me? Why not me as I stood there, helpless, a bystander?

“Ciri! Ciri, look at me!”

Lara couldn’t do anything else either and I opened and closed my mouth helplessly. It was not as if I could say or do anything against it, something out of my control. And the transformation was progressing so quickly too, a big crunch emanating from her back end as the bones of her legs shifting, realigning themselves.

A big cat… I could see it in how her face transformed, the blocky muzzle, the black spots on her snout where whiskers sprouted. Oh, I wanted to feel that tingle of them bristling forth so badly, the strain of my clothes too tight around me. And yet I could not help but be completely and utterly fascinated by all that was going on.

Who knew, after all, if it was a dream? Maybe, if it was a dream, I was just another innocent party in all that was going on…

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

But, even then, I knew that it had been because of me, because of the commission that I had asked for, even though I had not thought… Well, who could ever have thought that commissioning something like that would end up in real-life transformation.

What would Sara have thought of herself if she could see everything that was happening to her in the mirror? I couldn’t imagine her horror, the shock coursing through her. And we were still the only ones that got to see it.

Yet I got to see her nose flattening out even more into that of a big cat, Lara’s shouts dim in my ears. She had never been one for handling situations like that, though the rest of the world and the clamour dropped away as I focused on Ciri’s face. How the white whiskers, each one delicately placed, stretched out from where they took root on her muzzle, the nose stretching a little, so that the nostrils could be tugged into feline curves, hooked and more delicately placed into her snout. It was not a perfectly flat nose, not quite, but the fur was shorter and thinner on her muzzle too, her lips darkening.

I ached to run my fingers along her lips, but I did not dare, not as Ciri yowled brokenly, jaw agape… No, for there were sharp teeth in there and I didn’t dare, not with the risk that Ciri would snap her jaws shut. Her teeth looked like polymer clay, glistening with glaze, as they reshaped themselves, even the molars growing chunkier and taking up more and more space within her mouth. It was not that her face was longer, per se,

I took her hand, though her fingers were chunkier, shorter. Oh, it was wrong of me, but I had to be there, had to be close to her. Feeling her hand transform in my grasp, though it was becoming a paw, the space between the fingers — or digits — more noticeable than ever.

The nails… How they fully solidified into pointed claws was invigorating, grasping my attention completely and fully. They were so sharp, sharp enough that one pricked into my hand, though I’m sure that Ciri did not mean it. Blood trickled down but it was just a drop and I, more carefully, swapped hands so that the same would not happen again as I held her paw gently.

The toes spread out, thicker, shorter, chunkier, no semblance of fingers remaining. It had been hard to see the finer notes of the transformation with the fluff between the toes, though a feline didn’t have thick fur like a rabbit under the paws. No, they had pads and I swallowed a moan as I pressed my fingers to the pad on the underside, feeling the soft, tough firmness of them. They yielded to a light press of my fingers, but held fast, teasing with sensation. They could carry so much weight, those paws, yet I knew that the one in my hand was just the same as her hind feet too.

Wondrously, murmuring under my breath, I stroked my fingers over the top side of her paw, the fur taking on a darker brown note there, feeling the tiny bones shifting, how they filled out the new shape of her feet. There was a heel, at the back, but not like the round of a human one, just the join of the joint that allowed her to move.

Ciri yowled, staggering sideways and almost knocking me off-balance. I bit my lip, jerked back to reality. Even Lara had tears in her eyes.

“Ciri… Ciri, you’ve got to calm down, okay. Okay? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m going to help you. Breathe… It’s all going to be okay, you’re alive, you’re well… Look, I can help you try to get the underwear off.”

That was about all the permission that, honestly, I felt that I could get from Ciri. She couldn’t talk, giving weird, raspy, broken growls, sounds that were neither human nor feline. I tried to help, for the clothes could not be comfortable, wanting to help her even though there was so little that I could do.

I tugged at the clothes, some mostly shredded, though I finally got the bra off her, the strap dangling and the other one ripped. There were no breasts left, as I had thought, gulping hard, my chest tingling.

I wanted that too… And I didn’t know how to make my peace with it happening to Ciri rather than me.

Yet the sheen in her animalistic eyes spoke of fear as her long tail lashed out, flicking at the furniture. She didn’t seem to have any control over it as it thickened into more of a long, sausage-like object, the tip rounded, but curling out and out and out and out.

I shook my head. I couldn’t watch like that, all pretending that I was there to support her, blinking into her slitted, feline eyes. But I could see then, more clearly with her clothes off, just why she didn’t need clothes anymore. Not as her hindquarters smoothed out, everything settling into place with her strong hind legs, how they could bunch and coil, ready to send her flying forward with power that I could only dream of.

Her face eased into place, bones cricking and cracking, her forehead wider than it had been, eyes gleaming, tongue flat and fluttering between the lines of sharp teeth, glistening with saliva. Unconsciously, I put my hand to my own mouth, feeling my teeth, the small, useless teeth that were nothing like the beauties that Ciri boasted.

Ciri turned her eyes on me, locking my gaze, but there was nothing accusing in there. My hand dropped to my side, not knowing what to do — only that I could not stroke her fur again, as I had before. I couldn’t let her see how much I wanted the horror that had happened to her, though it would have been better, of course, if the transformation had happened to me. Even if I had been terrified, the heat between my legs, thighs squeezed together, was not to be denied. And I hadn’t denied it in a long time.

Ciri yowled and I took a breath, though I didn’t think, quite honestly, that anyone was going to hear me, one way or the other. I spoke anyway, just for myself.

“A mountain lion, Ciri,” I said, just to confirm it all to myself, running a hand surreptitiously down her back, smoothing down her gorgeous fur in the right direction, a tiny pretence at comfort that I wanted so very terribly to be sincere in. “You’re…you’re wonderful, a gorgeous, beautiful, mountain lion.”

It was probably just as well, however, that no one heard me. Though even I could not have anticipated what a dark night that one was to take…

For the Fae were only just getting started…if the dark notion I had about it being due to my commission was true.

But I was soon to find out about that.

Continued in part four…

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‘Thirsty or horny?’

Despite what had happened, Klaus didn’t actually expect this kind of bold greeting from Geertje right after stepping into the pub. Even after all the kinky amusement, it was a bit surprising. Appealing, nevertheless. And he was both – thirsty and horny.

It didn’t take too long when they had arranged the next meetup. At this moment between two of them, but as Emilia would be with time on her hands as well, they were probably about to spend good time all together. Clothing for outdoors, as Geertje said, and for the particular day nice weather was to be expected.

Klaus showed up early as usual. Not only that he could be sure he wasn’t late for any stupid reason that may arise on the way, he also could have a few final thoughts and get mentally prepared. Geertje had hinted – at least he had taken it so – for a chance of footjob last time as Klaus hadn’t had a proper release for a while, yet they were about to meet outside. Not even at some secluded place, but right at a busy pedestrian street… Although there was a row of seats he could have laid his arse onto, he paced back and forth.

Two very familiar figures appeared from afar, one with light blonde and another with even lighter hair. The sun was more or less behind Klaus, so he didn’t have to squint. While Geertje had a top with shoulder straps and wide trousers, which left the bottom halves of her legs bare, Emilia’s shorts and blouse showing some cleavage hid way less. Emilia was indeed about to join them. Or was it maybe Klaus who was to join the girls who had, after all, met earlier and were now picking him up?

As the girls got closer, they appeared to be pretty excited. Overly excited, maybe. Something had definitely happened, unless, of course, they had been scheming. The latter wouldn’t have been too bad, most of the ventures so far had been pretty bold and at least Geertje definitely didn’t lack somewhat unusual ideas.

Klaus noticed that this time they were both wearing anklets. Geertje’s heavier pearl one, well known to him already, looked great with her flats and so did Emilia’s thinner one – the one he hadn’t seen before – with her flimsy sandals.

‘Do you like it?’ Emilia’s question left no doubts that she had noticed where his gaze had landed.

‘Not bad. Catches the eye.’

‘Ooh, did you hear it, Gertie? It drew his eyes away from my toes.’

Klaus looked instantly upwards and he couldn’t avoid thinking for a moment how much he loved Emilia’s parted lips forming a wide smile on her face. Just for a brief moment as Geertje almost pushed him onto the bench and set herself at his side.

‘Guess what Emmie wanted to do with it?’

Klaus didn’t even bother to guess, he let her tell the story right away. Geertje had dropped by Emilia’s place to take her along. Emilia herself had bought herself her own anklet and along with the anklet she had gotten an idea that it might also have a practical value – aside from teasing Klaus – if she’d attach her apartment key to it. Yes, the piece of jewellery wasn’t the most fragile and would have remained intact, but the plan would have still been awful. The naughty minx hadn’t considered it too much of a problem since she had been sure Klaus wouldn’t mind undoing it before a goodbye hug.

‘Right?’ Emilia dropped a quick question.

‘Anyway,’ Geertje continued her story. Only when she had familiarised Emilia with the kinky concepts of having a key hanging there, the initial plan had been thrown aside. In his mind Klaus agreed that it had been wise to give up the idea.

‘Of course, we wouldn’t keep you chaste,’ put Geertje the end to the story. True, they didn’t, but the last time had been promising until he had been left a bit… disappointed.

Now it was, however, time to go. Geertje wrapped her hands around his left arm and Emilia grabbed his right, dragging him along.

‘Where are we going?’

‘You’ll see, I have a plan for you… us,’ said Geertje. Their destination actually didn’t matter for Klaus, as long as they had plans for him… or them. That hinted clearly at some fun with feet, maybe even for a long-awaited release by a footjob.

He let them drag him along. It surely felt great to be embraced by these beauties. Even though their grip loosened up, they didn’t let him go from their grasp. Who would want to escape from this kind of escort anyway? Now and then open-toed sandals, if not even flimsier, footwear was seen on the streets among flats and trainers…

Geertje’s voice awoke him from his reverie: ‘Did you just check out their feet?’

Really? He was with Geertje and Emilia and still… On the other hand, in their presence he didn’t actually have to worry about it.

‘No, why, did it look like that?’

‘You totally did,’ affirmed Geertje. ‘Right, Emmie?’

The other blonde on Klaus’s right side didn’t argue, although she seemingly hadn’t noticed. Klaus didn’t hope for a escort bursa second that she’d take his side, but it was fine – it was nice to be under this kind of attention, there was finally somebody who could be trusted, who knew and even cared.

‘So, were these feet hot?’

‘Did you want to liiick them?’

Klaus was asked two questions simultaneously.

No, those had not been his first preference, he had seen better ones, actually a way more beautiful feet were pacing on his left and on his right. And no, he didn’t want to liiick each and every foot. However, he could maybe finally find out how obvious his gaze had been. Even though both of his consorts knew about his kink and therefore he didn’t expect a fully objective judgement.

The exaggerated reply that it’s easier to miss thunderstorm and rain in the middle of a grassland than his ogling wasn’t useful indeed.

‘But keep doing it, we don’t mind. The more you perv on, the hungrier you are for our toes afterwards. Right, Emmie?’ Geertje winked at Emilia.

‘As long as you look and don’t touch.’

Klaus saw a chance to bring up one of the issues of their relationship: ‘So, we’re dating in a way? I assumed we were… let’s say… good acquaintances with certain benefits…’

His remark was aimed at Emilia, but it was Geertje who tightened her grip around Klaus’s arm. Not too much, but still enough for her words to have more weight – if they do these kinds of things behind each other’s backs, things might drift arseways. Not necessarily, but it would still be wise to talk these things through. For example, she hadn’t even thought of letting anyone else’s hands or tongue near her tootsies. Geertje reminded Klaus that their situation was different from what it had been right in the beginning. Of course, her own conscience was far from being clean, otherwise Emilia wouldn’t be with them. Anyway, they could go back to the basis of rub-rub-lick-lick-suck-suck, but this way they’d be most likely apart soon.

A few steps or more were taken in silence. Before girls’ hands fell off of Klaus’s, he asked: ‘And between us? When one of you is, for example, working or…?’

‘Even more so.’

‘I believe if I am not around, it wouldn’t be an issue?’ Klaus’s statement was clearly a joke and luckily Geertje didn’t misunderstand it. ‘Of course not, silly,’ her fingers sank into Klaus’s ribs. ‘Emmie’s lips stay well away from my toes!’

Klaus had to escape when Geertje poked him longer and deeper this time. After regaining his balance and turning around he saw Emilia with puckered lips and bent from the waist, side-glancing towards him.

‘Let’s just get to this later. I’ll go and get us some food. You two wait here!’

It was a nice little grocer’s shop, not far from them, toward which Geertje headed. Making the way casually closer to the entrance Klaus went quickly through his head if there was something to discuss between them, but nothing came to his mind. He also stole a few glimpses of Emilia’s toes, but it was way more difficult now when her attention wasn’t drawn to something particular. If she’d noticed him doing it too often, that would be too much.

Besides, she had other nice physical traits, even lots of those. Her legs, long and lean, rose upwards until her thighs disappeared into shorts covering her bum. Not too much higher her cleavage was visible. Just a little bit of the fabric of her bra peeked out. How perky would her titties be without the support…?

Geertje returned. Klaus could have sworn there was some flush on her cheeks as if she’d done something or thought about something while shopping.

‘Smell!’ she said and opened a box with strawberries. Fresh, juicy, ripe.

Emilia asked about the other thing she had gotten. Seeing a can of whipped cream, she couldn’t hold a reproval back: ‘Gertie, really?’ A mock reproval as her voice gave away.

They went on. Klaus really missed being held and dragged along. It certainly had been a bit unusual, but really cool, being led by two hotties. Now the girls, chatty with each other, rushed a few steps ahead and the box of strawberries along with the can of whipped cream was left for him to carry. At least Klaus could peek at their legs and ankles, Emilia’s heels as well.

Emilia’s confident, yet fawn-like, pacing was hot, it reminded Klaus of her few barefoot steps only a few days ago at Geertje’s place. However, there was something missing, it wasn’t the same with her footwear on.

Most of Geertje’s legs were covered, but the wide trousers couldn’t hide the graceful sway of her hips. Her now and then bent elbows allowed arms to hang so… homely.

And their team-symbol anklets. When Klaus’s gaze lingered on those longer, some anxiety crept into him. It seemed as if these pieces of jewellery were giving away their secrets, despite that no one could know which kind of fun they had had and görükle escort likely were about to have pretty soon again. At least there was no key hanging.

The three of them had reached the riverside where people used to hang out whenever the weather allowed. So this was the place they were about to spend their quality time.

The girls noticed that he was trailing them, broke off their conversation and Klaus found him in their grip once again. Emilia dragged from his wrist while Geertje shoved him from behind. It was a bit sudden, but he managed not to let their lunch slip from his hold. The can would have, of course, survived the fall, the strawberries not so much. ‘Quickly, before anyone else gets there first,’ encouraged Emilia when they made their way hastily past the people towards a quiet spot on the outskirts nobody had claimed yet and most likely didn’t land up directly nearby.

Emilia was the quickest to get rid of her sandals and to take a seat on a soft grass. Knees bent and supporting herself from behind with her hands she gazed upwards, the look on the face made it clear that she had found her spot. Geertje didn’t bother to kick off her flats and by the time Klaus had put down his load she was already sitting and hugging her knees.

The box of strawberries and the can of whipped cream stood invitingly in the middle of the triangle.

‘Neither of us is wearing socks, so this is the best you’ll get today,’ declared Geertje.

‘Speaking of socks, last time I had to go home without,’ complained Emilia. ‘My feet are not fully healed yet.’ When the other two looked at her, confused, she pointed to a single teeny-tiny reddish mark on her toe: ‘See!’

‘It seems your sandals might be to blame,’ came Geertje’s assessment. ‘But anyway, it isn’t something strawberry juice and whipped cream wouldn’t fix.’

Geertje reached for a strawberry, placed it carefully on her friend’s toes and asked Klaus if he’d provide the further care. No, there was nobody looking at them, she assured, catching his hesitant glimpse around.

True, unless someone deliberately stared towards them or happened to pass by, they were safe. Some caution was, of course, crucial.

Emilia herself didn’t take the role of an idle princess. When Klaus lowered himself, her foot rose and met his lips in the middle.

‘We forgot this,’ Geertje shook the tube in his hand with a provoking smirk when the first strawberry had disappeared. She placed another sweet berry on Emilia’s toes and pressed the dispenser head. As always, the first splotch turned out to be a bit larger than she expected. It didn’t cover the whole foot, far from it, but Klaus also couldn’t remove it with one single attempt. Having to wander around a bit longer with his lips and tongue was more thrilling than he would have thought.

The girls didn’t forget themselves, except that they used their fingers to bring those juicy treats to their lips.

Now that all three of them were casually sitting together and having fun, Klaus had to endure some on-topic interrogation. Experiences? Girlfriends? Experiences with girlfriends? He explained that in a romantic relationships feet had unfortunately been left aside. Of course, many girls do like a casual foot massage and sometimes the lips assisting his fingers hadn’t been a disaster, but the opportunities had arisen seldom. After all, Emilia should remember from their meetup on the park bench that even if they like it, they still might think of it as awkward.

‘Oh, shut up and eat!’ Emilia squeezed a strawberry halfway between her toes. ‘Give me the dispenser!’

This time it took Klaus more effort to get the treat. Emilia’s toes fought back, but eventually had to let go of the berry, which had been intact just a moment ago. He felt hollow inside realising he hadn’t checked if anyone had accidentally been looking towards them.

The discussion drifted briefly back to their current affair. Geertje suggested they should let each other know as early as possible if something might affect their situation. Not by any protocol nor checklist, of course, they’re all sensible adults.

The other blonde had meanwhile set a few strawberries on the removed lid lying next to the container. By the time Geertje finished her thought, one of those was already gripped between toes without the help of hands. When Klaus was swallowing the juicy bite, Emilia explained that grabbing those like that straight from the box would be nasty.

‘I still haven’t heard exactly what did you two do before the special offers of our pub became available,’ Emilia brought the topic back to their relationship. So far Geertje had been really vague in that matter, she hadn’t been very keen on telling it behind Klaus’s back. Klaus himself thought he wouldn’t have been pissed if she had, but on the other hand, if Emilia had come to him with the question, he also wouldn’t have thought to be proper telling that Geertje had gotten him off with her feet.

‘Footjob,’ said Geertje. Both her and Klaus’s gaze fell on Emilia.

‘I knew it!’

Well, she hadn’t exactly known it, but she had been sure that something kinky had taken place, as she clarified.

‘So you saw his…?’ she turned to Geertje, who gave a sly nod.

Klaus didn’t mind listening to their discussion about the matter. There wasn’t actually too much to tell anyway. It didn’t take long to go over the most important details – the size, shape, whether he had been shaven or not down there – and to confirm that Geertje’s feet had eventually indeed been covered with something white and sticky. And that Geertje herself had remained decent, only her feet had been bare.

‘Hey, you still have your flats on,’ Emilia pointed out that Geertje hadn’t gotten rid of her footwear.

‘Would you…?’ Geertje turned to Klaus and gave a nod with a wink towards her shoes.

Klaus was happy to slip those off her feet after a few quick glances around. Despite that he had played with those no less than with her friend’s, he still felt that he had somehow gotten way more acquainted with Emilia’s feet. Now it was a chance to pay some attention to Geertje’s again. Oh, goody! One after another he slipped off the flats, his fingers brushing over her anklet and slightly sweaty soles a bit longer than necessary. Geertje noticed it, but it wasn’t, of course, an issue.

Nor was an issue his hardening member. When those feet were completely free from their confinement and Geertje blissfully spread her toes, his shaft grew even more and his trousers couldn’t hide the erection from Emilia, whose mouth parted and eyes became as if glued to the bulge. When Klaus noticed her gaze, his dick twitched even further.

‘Someone is glad to see his sweethearts again…’

‘No wonder, it’s been a while,’ dropped Geertje her own opinion.

‘Will you take it out?’

Emilia was just messing with him, Klaus thought. She was maybe eager to see what she had missed so far, but surely had to be aware where exactly they were. Yet, by now the ground was prepared for another footjob by all means and he had to push things forward. The prospect of not getting any again wasn’t appealing, yet his proposal to move somewhere secluded was opposed by Geertje: ‘We haven’t finished eating.’

Normally, what else could anyone want… He was enjoying himself under the warm sun with two hotties, he didn’t even have to lift a finger to be fed… However, there was some unfinished issue between his legs. Well, yes, Geertje had sort of promised it last time they were saying goodbye in her place, but was the plan really still on? Luckily, now Emilia was also interested in some advancement, she wasn’t about to give up the chance to see his private parts.

He watched how Geertje balanced a strawberry on her own toes and reinforced the installation with a white blob of cream. It had been fun to playfully fight with Emilia’s toes over the treat, but how would this somewhat sweaty bite taste? By now the soles might have been dried, maybe, but there still had to be some extra flavour.

He wasn’t into smelly feet, but as he had perceived with socks, some odour was a fine addition, it felt in a way more intimate. Maybe he should ask her sometimes in the future not to wash her feet, just to try it out of curiosity… For a second his dick pressed itself harder against his trousers.

A few more strawberries disappeared. Not only into Klaus’s mouth, although it seemed that the girls left him a few extra. If only they had more privacy; the endless need for awareness of surroundings was annoying, especially when it wasn’t one quick mouthful. Yet, more than that someone might accidentally see what they were doing, Klaus was worried that they might not get any further for any unexpected and stupid reason. And if they linger too long, they might realise at some point that the right moment has passed.

The fear appeared to be superfluous. Emilia brought up the matter that if Klaus gets off like that – she rubbed her feet a few times against each other – what the other two as sensible adults should do.

‘Nothing, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sucking your toes so eagerly that you’ll finish.’

Apart from Geertje’s joke, really, what should they do? So far Klaus had been content even with the prospect that his new friends can see his and he cannot see theirs, neither their fannies nor boobs, he had taken it as it is from the start. Emilia’s question sounded like mere teasing, but he wasn’t completely sure, maybe she indeed felt some tingling down there. Geertje, trying to determine the foundation of their relationship, possibly had pondered upon it. Did she see some solution in longer run. She was unlikely willing to give footjobs without anything in return forever. Well, not that she’d given a lot of them so far.

If everything had stayed between Klaus and Geertje from the start, they wouldn’t be in their current friends-with-foot-benefits triangle. That didn’t mean, of course, that Emilia was a fifth wheel, far from it.

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Mike’s Journey: The Tale of a Tiny Willy

Teens: The First Sting of Shame

Mike was eighteen when he first bared himself to Sarah, a shy brunette from his college. They’d snuck into her bedroom, the air thick with nervous anticipation. As he dropped his pants, his tiny willy, barely two inches erect, sprang free. Sarah’s eyes widened, and a giggle escaped her lips. “Is that… it?” she stammered, her voice trembling with surprise. Mike’s cheeks burned as he tried to kiss her, but the moment her fingers brushed his minuscule shaft, he shuddered and came, a hot spurt landing on her thigh. Sarah recoiled, her disappointment clear. “I thought it’d be… more,” she muttered, pulling her skirt down and leaving him alone, his little willy still twitching in shame. That night, Mike swore he’d never let anyone see him again.

Twenties: A Mix of Hope and Hurt

By his mid-twenties, Mike couldn’t avoid his desires forever. He met Lisa, a confident blonde with a knowing smile, at a bar. In her apartment, she peeled off his clothes, revealing his tiny willy. “Oh,” she said softly, no malice in her tone. She wrapped her fingers around it–her hand dwarfing his length–and bursa eskortlar began to stroke. Seconds later, Mike groaned, his cum dribbling onto her wrist. Lisa didn’t laugh; instead, she kissed him. “Size isn’t everything,” she whispered, “and we can work on the timing.” They tried… nights of slow teasing, her guiding his trembling hands to her breasts, but Mike’s insecurities gnawed at him. He’d finish before he even entered her, his tiny willy betraying him. Eventually, Lisa drifted away, leaving him frustrated but slightly less ashamed.

In his late twenties, Emily stormed into his life: bold, brassy, and unfiltered. The first time they fucked, she straddled him, her wet pussy hovering over his tiny erection. “Holy shit, it’s so small!” she laughed, grinding against it. Mike’s heart sank, but before he could retreat, she grabbed his head and pushed it between her thighs. “Use your tongue, little man,” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery and lust. He licked her eagerly, her moans drowning out his embarrassment as she came hard on his face. Later, she rode his tiny dick, giggling as he exploded in seconds. “Quick, but cute,” she bursa bayan escort smirked. At last Mike was in a relationship that endured. Over the ensuing months, Emily helped him hone his oral skills and also introduced him to the use of sex toys to keep her satisfied.

Thirties: Cruelty and Resilience

Mike’s thirties brought a rollercoaster of reactions. Some women humoured him, others gave him a chance, but Rachel was a hurricane of cruelty. In her dimly lit bedroom, she stripped him down and just openly laughed at his tiny penis. “That’s the smallest willy I’ve ever seen!” she howled, snapping a photo before he could stop her. She jerked him off with two fingers, mocking his whimpers as he came in under a minute. “Pathetic,” she sneered, later spreading the tale to her friends. Mike heard the whispers at a party, “Rachel says he’s got a baby willy.”and retreated, his self-loathing peaking. He stopped dating, his tiny willy a curse he couldn’t escape.

Forties: A Turn Toward Acceptance

By his forties, Mike’s scars had softened. He met Karen, a gentle woman with warm eyes, who saw beyond his body. The first time they made love, she cradled his cute little willy tenderly. “I love you for you,” she murmured as he entered her, his thrusts short and frantic. He came fast, as always, but Karen pulled him close, her fingers tracing his back. “It’s perfect,” she said, guiding his hand to her clit until she shuddered beneath him. With Karen, sex became less about his willy and more about their bond. His confidence grew and he stopped hiding, stopped apologising for his quick, pulsing orgasms, and instead cultivated another relationship that lasted beyond the initial embarrassment of that first sexual encounter.

Fifties: Embracing the Little Beast

At fifty, Mike had a revelation: his tiny willy wasn’t a flaw, it was him. He met Susan, a sultry forty-something with a wicked grin, at a wine tasting. In her bed, she marvelled at his small willy, not with pity but delight. “Look at this little gem,” she purred, sucking it into her mouth. Mike lasted mere seconds, his cum coating her tongue, but Susan laughed–a rich, joyful sound. “Fast and fierce–I love it,” she said, climbing atop him. She rode his softening willy, then used his fingers and tongue, teaching him to revel in every shudder, every release. Together, they fucked with abandon, his quick orgasms a spark that fuelled their fire. Mike finally loved his little willy: its size, its speed, its raw, honest pleasure, and he’s still with Susan to this day…

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My mountain Man

I closed the laptop for the umpteenth time promising myself faithfully that this would be the last time I would watch these images. Tea, I needed tea, strong tea. A hot cup of tea solved all the troubles of the world, or so I’ve always been told and right now, I had a problem.

John had rushed from the house on a shout, he was on on-call duty this weekend and his team were all on their way to meet up at Base Camp, Snowdonia.

John, my husband of 25 years is an active man. He is what most would call a man’s-man, a fire-fighter by day and a volunteer for mountain rescue. He also is a captain in the T.A. (Territorial Army) in which he has to have the odd week away from home every few months or so.

He swept me off of my feet wining and dining me nearly 30 years ago and we have two lovely children, Millie and Stephen. Stephen works in away in Glasgow and Millie is at Uni, she stays with us the odd weekend but stays mostly on campus. Being just the two of us now, John still tries his hardest to surprise me with weekends away, romantic meals in restaurants. He is the perfect husband in so many ways, his only fault is in the last year or so is the sexual side of our marriage, it has waned to the point of making love to me maybe once or twice a month. John puts it down to the stress of his working life and I have no reason to disbelieve him, until now. Today was a day off for him and I had hoped we could go to the local cinema tonight, a meal, then back here for a bit of loving. That was buggered now, now he got the call this afternoon.

I sat with my two pieces of buttered toast and my cup of strong tea, and looked over at the discarded laptop. I had originally used it to look for a short break holiday for us on one of the small Spanish islands in the med, just a few days in the sun. I thought it might do us both good to get away from the everyday hum-drum of life. I usually use my phone or my Ipad for the internet at home but this time used his laptop. Typing in a well known holiday company, a window opened showing last visited sites.

‘fuck him senseless’

‘hubby gets his ass reamed’

‘he takes her deep’

I sat in silence as I read them, my fingers seemed to freeze on the keyboard.

“What the fuck!”

I was almost afraid to click but my hand moved of its own accord like it was willing me to open the pages and before I knew it, that dreaded click broke the silence.

“Ahhhhhhh, oh god! Yes, yesssss, ahhhhh” filled the quiet room.

I panicked and shut the lid with some force throwing the machine onto the cushion beside me like it had the plague.

For what I think was a few minutes, I sat staring blankly at nothing in particular as my brain tried to compute what I had just seen. I stared down at the plague ridden computer beside me wringing my hands deciding whether to re-open it or leave it be, my brain was screaming “Open it, open it!” my more cautious side was saying, “no don’t, leave it be.”

Tentatively I decided to reach for the laptop, opening the lid again and tapping in the password that we used for most of our devices, I stared in disbelief as the petite almost girl-like figure on the screen fucked a man in the ass with a huge cock affixed to her waist by a series of leather belts. The sounds of their unnatural sex act filled the room until I shut it off by slamming the lid again.

I stood by the kitchen worktop, drumming my nails onto it and waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the kettle to boil. Now I have never been a prude, but those images were now etched into my eyes forever and I could still see her doing what she was doing in my head and no-matter how I tried to blank it out, the image of her fucking him was still there.

Tea was supposed to solve everything, it did absolutely fucking nothing for this!

I took my tea back into the lounge vowing this time to watch it through.

“How the fuck did I not know what he was watching?” I said to myself quietly, as if there was someone standing in here with me that I didn’t want to overhear.

There were dozens of movies, dozens of them, on pages and sites that he had previously watched. He must’ve been looking at these today before his callout came in, maybe even while I was in the same room?

I checked back over his internet history and it had been cleared, there was nothing previous to today. He couldn’t have had time to clear it today because the call came in and he had to go in a rush.

We had watched porn together, ok it was years ago but nothing like this. Fun stuff, girl-boy, girl-girl, stuff like that but nothing like the stuff I just watched. Why was he into stuff like that? Was he gay?

No-no, he couldn’t be gay, I mean, his job, his manliness, this was John for fuck sake!

How do I approach this? What could I say? What would he say?

‘ring, ring’

Shit, it was him! fuck! I let it go to answer.

“Hi love, its going to be all night I think. A family went up not very well prepared, bursa escortlar it seems they have wandered off the paths into deep snow. Nathan has pinged the phone they used and we know where they are but it will take some time, don’t wait up, I’ll be home in the morning, love you.”

Love you he says, fucking love you. How can he love me if he is looking at perverted shit like this?

Time was getting on and I decided to go to bed and have an early night, usually I hate going to bed without him especially when he is on a rescue shout but tonight, tonight I was glad he was not here.

About 10.30pm after an hour of relentless tossing and turning, I crept down and retrieved his laptop. Curling back up in bed with a fresh cup of hot cocoa, I slipped a pair of old bed-socks on and opened it again, but this time went to the original website of the movies.

What I saw shocked me more than the movies he had been watching, why on earth was he watching things like this? I couldn’t get that one question from spinning around my head, why?

It seemed that this shit was called femdom or female domination, typing femdom into his browser, dozens of pre-visited sites popped up.

“Fuck, just how much into this is he?” I questioned.

I was confused and terrified at what I might find next, but curiosity had me and I had to keep looking.

Fuck! some of this was sick, I mean really sick. One movie had a woman stripping lines of flesh from some poor sick fucks back with a bullwhip. Another had a man on his hands and knees with some kind of pumping machine ramming a dildo into his ass while a cup collected his sperm from underneath. It was fascinating, sickening, alarming and…arousing!

Fuck! it was arousing! I was wet, fuck, this was soooooo wrong!

I clicked back to the original movie, my cocoa in my trembling hand and the laptop in the other. The girl could not have been older than eighteen by more than a few days at most. She was stood behind a hunk of a man, I mean he was big muscly beefcake, handsome too.

He was tied down over an ottoman at the bottom of their bed stark naked with his ass up and exposed to her. I whizzed through to the point I had been at earlier and watched as she took him like she had been doing this all of her life. The dildo was huge, how the fuck could he take all of that in his ass? But he did, and it seemed like he was doing it easily, the sounds that he was making made it sound like he loved every sordid second of it.

“Aaaahhhhhhggggg, nnnngggghhh.” I came, I buried my fingers into myself and came. I couldn’t help it, I needed release and took it.

I was ashamed after I had brought myself off, but couldn’t deny that it aroused me to the point that I needed to do it.

I made a note of the three sites plus a few more that I had found tonight and put his laptop back in the lounge.

I woke to him crouched beside the bed and him kissing my lips.

“Mornin sleephead,” he whispered as he kissed me again.

“Tea and toast, on the bedside table. I’m off to have a shower.”

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I watched as he picked up a fresh towel from the side and his sexy naked ass disappeared into the en-suite.

Watching his ass brought back my memory from last night, did he really like that shit? More to the point, did I?

Because of his night long adventure, he was covered at work today so we had another whole day to ourselves. After his shower, I let him sleep until noon before kissing him awake with tea and toast.

While he had been asleep, I took it upon myself to do some research on this femdom shit. I first opened his lappy to see if he had looked at it this morning, he had, and all the history had been wiped clean. It must’ve been the first thing he did as he got home early this morning, the sneaky fucker.

I used it to access what I needed and would wipe it clean again before I woke him, I could be as sneaky as him. I was amazed to find that in secret surveys, 7 out of 10 men craved their women to dominate them in some way in the bedroom. Most would love the woman to take charge and tell them what they wanted, some would like mild domination but a few it said, about 10% of the males remaining, would like real domination.

By ‘real’ domination, the survey said it meant complete female domination, pegging and feminization. I had only just got my head around domination, what the fuck was pegging and feminization?

Fuck I gasped, and within 10 minutes I found I was fingering myself to another orgasm. I had to stifle my noise as I couldn’t risk him waking and coming down but it was a biggie, my legs trembled and my stomach cramped as I bit into my hand.

After a quick shower myself, I noticed it was 11.45 and wrapped in a fluffy towel, I took him up a cup of tea with a round of thick toast.

Kissing John on the end of his nose, I ran my finger over his lips before gently waking him. The smile on his face was beautiful as bursa escort he looked up at me.

“Tea and toast.” I smiled and leaned in for one more kiss.

To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me onto the bed with him. Giggling, I told him to stop messing around but he whipped the towel from my body leaving me naked. I instinctively threw my arm cross my chest to cover myself, he just grinned and pulled me inside the covers.

This was the John I knew, this was my macho-man, the dominant lover. There was hardly any foreplay as he roughly put me on all fours, he was making me scream into the pillows as he licked and sucked me from behind before ramming into me with his large cock right where I needed it most. It was the first time I had ever come by intercourse and my second orgasm of the day was immense. John gripped my hips with one hand and my hair with the other, he pulled my head back and emptied himself into me roaring like a wild animal as he bucked into my ass cheeks.

“My god.” I said breathlessly, falling face first into the pillows. “Where did that come from?”

John grabbed my towel and cleaned himself off and said, “Last night, got bad. We nearly lost Danny, we rescued the family but Danny fell and hurt himself badly. I needed you, sorry if I was a bit rough.”

“Sorry? It was fucking great.” I said, giggling like a maniac, “do it like that more!”

He smiled down at me with a goofy grin and finished towelling off. He strode off into the en-suite leaving me with the rear-view of that wonderful ass of his again.

“Seriously though, is Danny ok?” I called.

“He’ll live, broken leg.” He shouted back, as I heard the taps filling the basin.

After him doing me like that I was convinced that my imagination had run riot last night, he must be just exploring much the same way as I had been this morning, yes, that was it.

We went for a late lunch in a little pub that we used to go to when we were courting, I had not been in here in years and it bought back memories of our time before we married. The young girl behind the bar showed us to a table overlooking the river, I was sure it was the table that we used to sit at years ago.

John told me more about last night and it sounded bad, the youngest child of seven had hyperthermia and the mother was in a bad way too. They had gone up the mountain without the proper attire or attitude, it annoyed him at just how many idiots put themselves and worse, their families at risk every winter. It was only due to people like him and his team that many more didn’t die in the mountains every year and I made sure he knew how brave I thought he was.

We spent the afternoon in town and I dragged him around a few clothing shops, I could see he was starting to get a bit frustrated with shopping so on the way back to the car I dragged him into just one more shop.

Ann Summers is one of the more acceptable type of adult shop, it still has everything that a traditional sex shop has to offer but for some reason, its is more like a mainstream shop. I could see that his eyes were popping out of his head as we looked around, I stopped at the vibrator section. Some of these were obscene, one was over a foot long and as thick as my arm, it reminded me of the one that man was taking in the movie last night. No woman could take one like this I thought to myself.

“A bit out of your league.” John whispered into my ear and laughed.

Right next to these I saw a selection of belts with dildo’s of varying sizes and colours, I made a point of stopping and looking at them. I had been in here a few times but never taken any notice of these before, to be honest I had no reason to and probably if I am being more honest, I wouldn’t have even know what they were.

Taking a few of the dildo’s off the shelf I noticed that John had distanced himself from me. He was watching discreetly from a few yards away out of the corner of his eyes, but he was definitely watching, and watching quite intently.

There was one that stood out, it was an almost perfect replica of his dick. It was about 8-9 inches long, thick with a bulbous head and pronounced veins up and down the shaft, I took an instant liking to it. Taking it from the shelf, I held it to my groin and turned to face him wiggling my hips I got into a fit of giggles as it flapped around in my fist between my legs. The look of dismay and horror on his face made my play acting even more lewd and I ran a hand down its length. John turned and walked quickly from the shop, I put the dildo back and chased after him.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing?” he hissed angrily. “What if someone had seen you!”

“What?” I said, genuinely puzzled.

“With that strap-on shit, what would people think!” he said again with slight anger in his voice, not quite so much venom, but he was still not a happy bunny.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed and told him not to be so stupid which didn’t help matters much.

“Fuck sake Tam, if someone had seen you flapping that dick around at me, my life wouldn’t be worth living.”

It was my turn to feel anger now,

“Let’s get this straight.” I said, with more than a little anger mounting in my own voice,

“If I wanted to stick that thing up your asshole, I would, and there is not a damn thing you could do to stop me. Got it!”

Where that had come from I have no clue, but it shut him up instantly.

I handed him my bags to carry and stormed away very pissed off in the direction of the car. The car journey was deathly quiet on the way home, the mood had changed drastically from what it had been earlier.

“Sorry,” he said meekly, not taking his eyes off of the road as he drove.

I stayed silent wanting him to squirm a little more.

“I am,” he said again, quite obviously wanting me to respond.

I relented and reached sideways putting my hand over his on the gearstick.

“It’s just that if someone who just happened to know us, or me, just happened to have seen what you did.” He took a long deep breath through his nose and said, “My life at work would be hell.”

“I’m sorry too but it wasn’t meant in a nasty way, it was just a bit of fun.” I said as I squeezed his hand. “But I meant what I said, if I wanted to shove that up your asshole, I would, got it!” emphasising the words ‘got it’ putting on my pretty pathetic stern voice.

He grinned and said, “Ok, ma-am, whatever you say ma-am.”

I know we were joking, but I felt a gush of fluid flood from my vagina filling my panties as he said ma-am.

We got home around six and I made us a light ham salad dinner, John went into the lounge and onto his laptop leaving me in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was on one of those sites, how could I find out?

“I’m just popping down to the corner shop love, do you need anything?” I called.

“No I’m fine.” Came his reply.

Once I was out of sight I dialled up my sister, I couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on but she was great on computers and I knew she could help me. I told her I needed to see what he was looking at, she said the easiest way was to sync his to another one on the same network. I still had no idea and asked her if she could pop around tomorrow while he was at work.

That night in bed John got amorous again, twice in two days! I didn’t get the bells and whistles of our last fuck, but a fuck is a fuck, and when it’s not been a regular thing I took it gladly. It was still ok, I got a small orgasm out of it when he ate me out, but not the mind-blowing one from intercourse like it was yesterday.

John was gone when I woke the next morning, he left me a note saying he loved me which was lovely, he hadn’t done anything like that in years. He used to be so romantic and left me little notes all around the house in the early years, I know things wane but I missed the little things from those days.

Kerry turned up at around ten, that was perfect as it meant we had most of the day because John wouldn’t be home before six. I made us a cuppa and gave her his laptop with the password, as I gave it to her I prayed that he had not left a page open, too late now. To my great relief, she opened it to show his browser homepage.

“Do you use the same browser on your Ipad?” she called,

I took my Ipad in with the tea and sat a tray of tea and biscuits in front of her on the coffee table,

“Yes, I think so. John sorted it.” I said, clueless.

“Ok, lets see what we have. What exactly do you want Tam? Do you think he is up to no good?”

“No-no, nothing like that.” I lied, my face showing the lie.

I’ve always been shit at lying, especially where my sister was concerned. When we were kids, I’d always be the one that was caught because she could lie her way out of it leaving me to get the blame.

“What has he been doing Tammy?”

“Ok, its porn.” I said, sheepishly.

Kerry burst into fits of laughter, “Is that all?” she cried, “Fuck sis, I thought he was having an affair or something, all men surf porn!”

After a few minutes of her taking the piss, she synced our browsers so if he bookmarked any sites, I would get them too. She also put some kind of tracer program into his laptop, hiding it from the main screen, this would give me a live mirror feed to my Ipad of what he was watching.

Kerry tapped a few more keys and she gasped, her face changed and she straightened up taking a deep breath that whistled through her nose. Her eyes flicked up above the lid of the machine to meet mine gazing back at her.

“I see,” she said quietly.

“What, what is it?” I asked, getting concerned now as her face had completely changed its expression.

Kerry slowly turned the laptop and on the screen was what I had been watching the other night. My face dropped and I felt sick, she hit the play button and the same noises filled the air.

“Yessss oooohh goddd, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

“Turn it off!” I screamed.

She had an evil smirk on her face and Instead of turning it off, she put up the volume and shrieked with laughter.

“Turn it off!” I screamed again and snatched the machine from her hands slamming the lid.

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Anita pulled into her garage and quickly turned off the vehicle and bounded out. She cursed that last iced tea she had drank on the way home from work. She had wanted to be desperate but not this desperate, she was afraid that she’d have a real accident. Her podcast had also gotten good and she put in her airpods to continue, she’d finish the episode soon, she thought. The mature woman knew she was cutting it close, coming home a bit early and that her daughter, Maxine, would be home from classes soon but she was overcome with desire. Praying that Max got a later bus,she just hoped she could make it to her closet first.

With her hand holding her crotch she kicked off her shoes and bounded for the stairs, passing the downstairs bathroom. Bounding up the stairs she doubled over during a particularly bad wave of desperation. A spurt escaped her urethra, spreading lightly over the gusset of her panties. She wasn’t going to make it to the closet she realized. Anita had debated just pissing her panties but she didn’t want Max to catch her, even if it was a genuine accident. What would her daughter think if she found out her mom enjoyed peeing in places that weren’t the toilet, even in her clothes?

Anita pushed the thought aside as she quickly entered her bedroom. Another wave of desperation. She definitely wasn’t going to make it and speedily pulled up her skirt and slid down her pants, squatting over the carpet. Her stream came out in a messy gush, splashing the carpet between her feet. It felt so naughty having dropped her panties down and peeing on the floor instead of using the toilet just feet away.

“Oh it felt so good to hold it,” Anita moaned.

“I’ll have to clean this up quick before Max comes home, I’m making quite the mess,” she said sounding quite pleased with herself. “I should have waited until I got to the closet but it’s just so naughty going here.”

Anita looked down between her legs, watching the wet patch of carpet grow larger the more her urine poured out of her. It was very arousing and Anita wished she had more time before her daughter came home, her clit was aching to be touched. It would have to wait until tonight, she thought. She felt her bladder was nearing empty and smiled as she forced the last dregs out onto the soiled carpet. She had made quite the puddle.

Anita stood up, letting the remaining trickle cling to her folds and lazily drip down her legs onto the floor. Some movement out the window caught her eye. From her vantage point she could see down into the yard. It was Max bounding across the backyard. Anita sighed, just made it, she thought. She would have been horrified if her daughter caught her openly pissing all over the carpet. What would she think? Curious she stood there, bottomless, watching her daughter in the yard. She was a bit surprised to see her duck behind the shed. From this angle she couldn’t quite see what her daughter was doing but she had a pretty good guess. Anita had often gone for hikes with her daughter and of course taught her how to pee discretely outside. But why didn’t she come inside and use the toilet she wondered? Putting aside the thought she quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up her mess. She had just enough time to quickly wipe the urine off her legs and pussy before Max was bounding up the stairs.

“Hey Max, I didn’t hear you come in,” Anita said. The older woman was a bit flustered and hope Max didn’t get close to her bursa merkez escort room. “Don’t mind me, I accidentally spilled my iced tea in my room.”

She was surprised when Maxine offered to help. Anita declined the offer, not wanting her daughter to find out it wasn’t iced tea that was all over her bedroom carpet and watched her daughter shut the bathroom door behind her. She quickly soaked up the pissy carpet as best she could before spraying it with a bottle of Fabreeze she kept in her closet and went downstairs to throw it into the washing machine.

Anita noted that her daughter was being fairly reclusive that evening, keeping herself locked in her room, only coming out for dinner. While a bit concerned Anita was glad that she wasn’t about to potentially discover the drying stain visible on her bedroom carpet. Besides, she was glad for the solitude. She was still very horny from her piss earlier that afternoon and she had been holding it ever since. Anita was very desperate and on the verge of an actual accident as she squeezed her hand into her crotch.

Satisfied that the kitchen was cleaned up, she filled her water bottle and made her way upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, but didn’t even look at the toilet, instead grabbing a few towels. Locking her door behind her, she smiled as she noticed the carpet was still a bit damp beneath her bare feet as she made her way into the room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her clothes in the hamper and surveyed the room in the nude, wondering where she should pee first.

The closet was the easy choice. There was little chance Max would find her mess here, she thought as she admired herself in her full length mirror. She ran her fingers up her curvy frame and she thought she still looked great for being in her 40s. Her light work out routine was doing the job at keeping her body taught. She noted how her breasts barely showed any sign of sagging, and gave them a playful shake before squeezing them, giving her nipples a long pinch before letting them drop back onto her chest. Her eyes moved down her body and focused on the reflect of her pussy, lips protruding, engorged from her arousal.

Anita bit her lip as a wave of desperation radiated out from her bladder. No reason to keep holding, she thought and watched as trickles of urine started to slowly escape between her labia. Savoring it she let it out slowly, giggling as the trickles seeped into her folds and rolled down her ample cheeks before trailing down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the carpet between her legs. Soon the pressure became too much and she let her stream pick up intensity, falling in a twisting stream, forming a growing puddle on the closet carpet. A loud hissing filling the small room, joined by splashing as she relieved herself.

She loved to watch herself pee in naughty places around the house. It was her little secret that she kept from her family and lovers. When Max was away for extended periods she took full advantage and peed where ever she wanted. The only place she didn’t was in Max’s room, respecting her daughter’s space. She also didn’t want her to find out, how would Max react if she found out her mother liked to piss in places that weren’t the toilet? Anita wondered when the next time Max would be away, she had been so busy with school and work lately, trying to save up for her own car. But Anita knew that even if her daughter bursa escort kızlar was home she could freely piss anywhere she wanted in her own room, Max respected her mother’s privacy as well. With this thought in mind she stopped her flow and admired the last drops rolling down the inside of her thighs, which by now were glistening with her warm urine.

Not yet done with her toilet she spied her clothes hamper and strode over to it. Opening up the lid she smiled, thinking about how it’s the perfect height to be her toilet as she turned around and hovered with her bottom over the opening. It didn’t take long for her pee to escape her lips, cascading down on to her clothes below, struggling to hold her torrent. She leaned back, changing the angle of her pussy and delighted as her stream was now splashing against the vented wall of the plastic hamper, her pee escaping through the gaps, splashing her legs and the carpet. Not only was she pissing all over her laundry basket but she was intentionally missing. Biting her lip, she gave one of her hardened nipples a squeeze, sending an electrified wave of pleasure through her body as the contents of her bladder drained below her.

She suddenly stopped her stream, having a much naughtier idea. Stepping away from the hamper she sat down on the carpet and laid back, spreading her legs and angling her hips upward. With one hand she spread her pussy, pulling it back towards her as she started to pee again. Her urine shot straight upward before angling back, hitting her in the stomach with a satisfying splatter. Her stream felt so warm as it flowed over her stomach and tits. Her other hand found its way to her hardened clit, rubbing it as she pissed all over herself. It was absolutely electric and she desperately needed more. As her stream waned she got up, and made her way to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a vibrating dildo.

Lying down on the bed, she wasn’t worried about being covered in piss, it just made the situation that much more arousing. Besides she had installed a waterproof mattress cover for situations like this. Turning on the toy, she easily slid it inside herself. Thrusting it in and out as she played with her clit. It didn’t take long for her to come to a crashing orgasm. As she laid in the glow Anita found she still had a little bit of pee left and let it lazily dribble out of her and into the bed sheets. She loved how it felt as the warm liquid embraced her as she drifted off to sleep.

Anita awoke the next morning and couldn’t help but notice the cool dampness surrounding her naked bottom. She smiled as she felt the familiar pressure in her bladder needing to release her morning pee. Checking her clock she was disappointed to find she didn’t have much time to clean up before work, but she remembered that it was also one of Max’s days off and she regularly slept in after Anita left for work. The single mother decided to do something risky. Quickly hopping out of bed she removed her soaked bed sheets, glad for the soft waterproof liner she had bought for her mattress.

Knowing exactly where she wanted to have her morning pee Anita felt a bit aroused and decided to risk a naked walk with her soiled bedding to the washing machine downstairs. Cracking her bedroom door she peeked out and listened to see if her daughter was up. Seeing that the coast was clear she bundled up the sheets, feeling the dampness against her bare chest as she quietly tiptoed downstairs. She could smell the unmistakable scent of her piss in the bundle. Her heart was pounding as she wondered what Max would say if she caught her mother clutching the piss scented laundry. It would be better to admit the truth, she thought, that she had wet the bed in the middle of the night. Anita didn’t have to tell her that it was on purpose. In fact it might make it easier for her to indulge in more naughty pees if her daughter thought her mother was incontinent.

A twinge in her bladder pushed that thought aside as her desperation grew. If she didn’t get to her intended pee spot soon she might actually have an accident walking through the house. Anita had the brief thought to give in and piss down her legs in the hallway but she didn’t want to risk the mess. She bit her lip as she thought how good it would feel to leg go and feel her pee escape from her lips, trickling down her legs, pooling at her feet. The thought almost made her lose control as she entered the laundry room.

She quickly opened up the top loading washing machine and threw in her bedding. Another wave of desperation hit her as she squeezed her legs together to put pressure on her pussy as a small spurt escaped wetting her thighs. Getting her bladder under control Anita quickly hopped up onto the washing machine situating her plump butt over the opening of the washing machine. Spreading her legs she gazed down beyond her ample bosom at the dark space between her legs and opened her labia with one hand. Listening again to make sure that Max wasn’t awake and downstairs she relaxed her bladder and a thick, twisting golden yellow stream was now falling into the washing machine below her. A metallic drumming sound mixed with a loud hissing erupted from the machine as Anita pissed.

She grinned, wondering what her daughter would think if she knew her mother was using the machine they used to wash their clothes a toilet. Fully nude in fact. The thrill of being caught added to the feeling of relieving herself in such a naughty way. Shivers of ecstasy coursed up her spine as her bladder drained below as the scent of her strong urine wafted upwards. Feeling her bladder deflate Anita pushed out the last remnants of her morning pee in bursts, delighting in the loud drumming each time she did.

Suddenly she heard some movement from the floor above, Max must be getting up. Quickly hopping off the washing machine she closed the lid and made her stealthy escape back upstairs to the shower and a towel. Anita continued her morning as usual, making coffee and having breakfast. Before leaving for work she checked in on Max, who still hadn’t left her room. Odd, she thought, she didn’t remember hearing the usual telltale sound of a toilet flush after hearing her daughter was awake.

Knocking on her daughter’s door she opened and stepped in, announcing, “Max are you up?”

Anita was not surprised to see her daughter coming from her closet in the nude, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before but she as a bit surprised to see how embarrassed Max was about it, covering up her breasts and pussy with her hands. Odd, Anita thought, and was that some wetness around her thighs, she wondered? Had she?

“Mom I’m changing!” Max protested.

“Since when were you so embarrassed? Its not as if I haven’t seen you naked before,” Anita replied. “Any way, I wanted you to know I’ll be home a bit early today and please mind the washing machine I’ve got a load in it now.”

With those words Anita forgot that she didn’t start the machine, interrupted by Max’s movement upstairs and hoped that she didn’t open it up.

“Any way have a good day off!”

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