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The light from the top of the stairs spilled down onto my bare, pale legs. I hadn’t seen the light of day in so long. My skin seemed whiter than a ghost, but I didn’t mind. He didn’t mind.

I was pale. Short. I think 5’1″, last time he checked. I weighed a pathetic 98 lbs. My breasts were rounded to perfection he claimed and he often liked to grab at my full bottom.

My clothes were usually torn. He liked tearing them off. He got angry when I took too long to undress for him, so he decided it would be easier that way. However, he sometimes bought me new clothing. Usually a very sort leather skirt and a low-cut, dip top. He didn’t like me to wear a bra and preferred me in panties.

I had to cover my eyes as I stared up at his figure in the light. The hall light. I’d seen it a few times when he took me upstairs. It was blinding. But then again, I lived in the darkness of his basement with only a small lamp that let me see.

Slowly, I heard his heavy footsteps descend the stairs. I smiled. Delighted and eager, I scurried to greet him, shadowing my eyes with my hands. Because my small fingers blocked my site, I simply walked towards the footsteps and gasped as I felt myself walk into his chest.

“Master!” I cried happily.

I could almost hear him smile. Ohhhh, that smile…

“Hello, my little cum slut,” he greeted sweetly.

Then he leaned down and kissed my lips firmly. He had just shaved, I smelled his after shave. And his mouth tasted of mint. I closed my eyes and delved into the kiss. His tongue was probing into my mouth and his hands slid down my sides, to my back. One made it’s way to my bottom and gripped one cheek, causing me to jump forward.

“Mmmm, look at you,” he taunted. “You’re all ready for me, aren’t you? You’re aching for it and I’ve bearly touched you.”

I nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes I am. I’m always ready for you, Master,” I said. And it was true. I knew his smell, the way he walked, his voice, his touch. And all of them made my heart melt and made my crotch throb.

He smirked and pushed my shoulders forcefully, causing me to tumble to the ground. I cried out as I hit the cold hard floor. I sat there, staring up at him. I watched tentatively as he reached up, unbuttoning his trousers. He slowly çanakkale escort pulled the zipper down and with it fell my jaw. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait.

I felt the tension rise in my chest as he reached in, pulling out his throbbing cock. It stood out seven inches long, two inches wide. The tip was doused in precum and I licked my lips, desperate to taste him. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked up and down, so slowly. I reached down to rub myself, too, and he shouted.

“No! You’re not allowed to touch, you little whore. Not until I say so,” he barked, angrily at me.

I nodded, and regrettably pulled my hand away. I watched as his hand glided up and down his desirable member with such grace. I was aching to touch him. To wrap my hands around him. To pull his throbbing head into my mouth and suck it until he exploded against my tongue. Like he’d done for me so many times in the past. Mmmmm, and I loved it.

He moaned softly and reached up with his other hand, rubbing his tummy. I saw, in his eyes, he was getting so much pleasure from it. I wanted to pleasure him. I needed to. I felt myself aching, throbbing just to touch him and make him climax. I boldly spoke up, while staring at the tip of his cockhead.

“Oh, Master… please… let me do that for you…” I said quietly, hoping he’d accept my offer.

He smiled down at me and began his teasing. “Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? If you could just pull him into your mouth. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me what you are. And maybe I’ll let you play with him.”

I cooed his orders softly. Wanting, needing him now. “I want it so so bad, Master. I’m aching for it. Please, please give me your cum. I’ll suck him so well for you. I’m your dirty little cum slut. And I want your cum so bad.”

I watched him pick up his pace as I spoke those teasing words. I started panting myself while watching him, feeling myself getting such deepand erotic pleasure from it. I imagined him, mashing it against my lips until I was allowed to pull it into my mouth. I felt my pussy oozing as I thought of swirling my tongue around his tip, sucking so eagerly on his head. Pulling it in and out slowly. Mmmm and-

“Ohhh, yeah,” he groand, interrupting çanakkale escort bayan my thoughts. But I didn’t mine at all. “I know you would. Mmmmmmmm, wouldn’t you love to suck on him? Feel me explode hard against your cheek and spurt to the back of your throat? I’m gonna fuck that pretty face of yours. And I’m gonna cum all over it, too.”

I couldn’t help but whimper as he spoke of such threatening actions. Master knew that was one of my deepest fantasies. To have him cum all over my face and in my mouth. He’d done it many times in the past and I loved it more and more every time.

“Mmmmm, yes please, Master. Let me suck on him until you cum. Please, I want to so bad.” I was speaking, no longer for myself, but for my burning desire that had again taken control of me. And I could hear it in his panting and moaning he loved this desire, as well.

“Ohhhh, yeah. Come and get him, then. He’s close for you, my little cum whore. Come milk him for every drop, you dirty little slut.”

Quickly, I crawled over to him. I was on my knees in front of him. I wrapped my small hands around his thick, hard, aching member. I could feel it twitch in my hand. He was happy to see me. I pressed my tongue against the tip, against the slit. Then, slowly, I slid my lips around him and listened to Master gasp. I moaned against him, which brought heavier panting.

I adjusted myself so I was sitting on the heal of my foot. It was rubbing against my clit and I moaned with such ecstasy. His cock in my mouth and pressure to my clit was nearly an unbearable combination. He was pleased that I was pleased. I could tell in his smile when I looked up into his eyes.

Master reached down and stroked my head as I sucked so eagerly on the head of his member. I sucked it while pulling my lips from it, making a sucking sound, and then I sucked it back into my mouth. I stroked the base of his cock quickly, moaning with an unbearable combination of emotions and pleasures as I felt him twitch inside my mouth.

Master gripped my hair tightly and started pulling my head up and down his cock faster. He cried out, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Here it comes, baby! Mmmmmmm, lick it all up, you little slut. That’s it. Ohhhh! OH! Oh, here it comes, get ready escort çanakkale for it, you whore! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

He gasped and I moaned and cried out as I felt a strong spurt of cum against my tongue. I gagged on the load and pulled it from my mouth, but he wasn’t done. He spurted against my lips, cheeks and chin and kept moaning as he did so. I moaned, too. I felt so dirty. So wet. I was about to cum, too.

Master shoved my face back against his cock and ordered, “Suck it all up, you little slut. Mmmmm, get it all out. And swallow it all up.”

I nodded lightly and kept sucking. I squeezed my hand along his member as I do so. All along, I’d been giving myself pleasure. My foot has rubbing against my clit and I felt my own orgasm start to build. I sucked harder on his cock, causing him to gasp. I started bucking my hips as I felt the build up and he laughed because he knew what was happening.

Master started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my cum-covered little face. I gasped and cried out loudly as I felt a tight, sudden contraction. Over and over, my pussy contracted and relaxed, causing my muscles to tighten. I moaned against his cock until finally my orgasm lessened, and drew to a close.

Master pulled his cock from my mouth and shoved it back into his boxers. He pulled up his zipper and buttoned his trousers. I stayed on my knees, leaning down, propped on my arms. Master knelt in front of me and kissed my cheek, above where he came. I looked up at him and smiled happily. He gave my hair a quick stroke and said “Wash your face. If you’re clean when I come back, you can come upstairs to my room for the night.”

With that, he stood and walked towards the stairs. The light was no longer blinding. I’d grown used to it in the short while Master was teasing me. He was midway up the stairs and I called, “Master!”

He turned to me, a questioning look on his face, worried almost. How wanted I felt when he worried about me.

I smiled softly and said quietly, “I… I love you.”

He smiled softly as well and mouthed a kiss. Followed back a soft, heart-warming, “I love you, too, my little pet. Wash up and take a nap. I’ll see you shortly.” And with that, he walked the rest of the way up, closing the door behind him.

I smiled and crawled over to the mattress on the floor. I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, smiling contently. Soon I’d wake up to the feeling of Master shoving his cock between my pussylips.

The sooner you get to sleep, I told myself, the sooner he can sneak up on you.

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My first three-way was absolutely amazing. I would have never thought it would be with my girlfriend and cousin, but I suppose that makes it even more interesting. Everything seemed to run so smoothly when we did it that we all wanted to do it again. Whenever we’d talk about, it never seemed awkward.

A few weeks had passed with several failed attempts at recreating. Our schedules always seemed to conflict. If I was off that day, Brian would be working in the morning, then Kayce would be working that afternoon. The constant talk just made us crave it more and it became aggravating. Finally, we decided to all just ask for the day off so that we could insure that it would happen.

Since the first time wasn’t planned out (at least for me and Brian), we were throwing around ideas. How do we go about it? The first time kind of just happened. We debated on whether we should include objects like handcuffs or sex toys.

The day finally came up and we decided to just let things flow. Since it seemed to go so well the first time, we once again watched porn to get us into the mood. “Mistress and Slave” was one of my newer online finds.

Both my girlfriend and cousin were watching the movie pretty intently, but I had a hard time concentrating when she was sitting there looking that sexy. She had a blue rubber dress that went down just above her knees. It hugged her breast, pressing them together for cleavage that would make any man salivate. Her hands were in her lap. They were tightly wrapped in black latex opera gloves, which went up nearly to her shoulders. The boots she was wearing were a vinyl pair I had gotten her a few weeks back.

“This chick is just plowing that guy’s ass. Her strap on is huge! You should do that to us sometime,” Brian said as he started to chuckle.

“I’d love to do that but I haven’t bought one yet. Oh well! Maybe next time.”

Kayce leaned forward, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. Smoke carelessly flowed through the air, filling our nostrils as she lit one. Her little rubber covered fingers gripped çankırı escort bayan it tightly as she slowly drew it to her plump lips. To my surprise, my cousin pulled out his dick and started rubbing it, while watching her deeply inhale the tobacco.

“Oh my! That is a good way to start this off! Honey, why don’t you pull that big prick of yours out as well. Both of you can jack off for me.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled it out. She let the cigarette dangle as she ran her fingers slowly down her body, then back up to her breast. We watched closely as she pressed them together before gently squeezing them through the thin material. Both of us were stroking, growing closer to orgasm thanks to this sexy rubber smoker.

“Okay boys, time to stop. I’d hate for you to waste that cum in the palm of your hand. How about some foreplay for me?”

Kayce leaned over to Brian and kissed him, exhaling smoking into his mouth. He leaned his head back and blew it up into the air. Slowly she pulled the rubber down and removed her right breast. It hung over the shiny dress as he moved in, taking her nipple into his mouth.

“Okay baby, down on your knees. Need you to eat my pussy.”

My pants were getting in the way so I completely removed them and got down on my knees between her legs. She lifted her legs up, placing the boots on my shoulders. Her pussy was already soaking wet when I ran my tongue from her clit to the opening. My middle finger rubbed at her clitoris while I pushed my tongue inside of her. I moved back and forth within, burying my face in her snatch. My hair would occasionally be pulled and other times she would press my head forward.

“Yeah. Eat that wet pussy. Fuck my cunt with your tongue baby. Mm. Get it deep. Like that taste? Fuck. Suck on my clit! Suck it. I think I’m going to cum. Fuck!”

Kayce shook violently as I sucked her clit, holding tight on my hair as she had her first orgasm of the night. She squirted lightly into my mouth before gushing like a fountain. It çankırı escort streamed down my face.

“Fuck dude. She just came all over you. Lucky, lucky boy!”

After a minute, once she had calmed down from her intense orgasm, my girlfriend decided that she wanted us to double penetrate her. I’m not sure why I was surprised because anytime we watched a dvd, she always got wetter when a girl was getting penetrated by two dicks at once.

Kayce stared at us with a hunger in her eyes, “I need both of your dicks inside of me now! I want to be filled up!”

I was pushed back onto the floor as the lust in her eyes became apparent. She squatted down over my throbbing cock before sitting down on it, sliding it deep into her hot pussy. Her ass raised slightly in the air.

She rubbed her gloved fingers over my tongue and made me suck them before proceeding to put them in her ass. It wasn’t lubricated enough so she spit into her palm, then smeared it across her hole.

“Brian, put your fucking dick inside of my ass! Shove it in there! I want to feel your dicks rubbing together as you both fuck me.”

Brian came up behind her, without hesitating, rammed himself into her ass hole. Kayce screamed out in extreme pleasure, looking back at him, begging him to fuck her harder. The feeling of being inside of her hot pussy was amazing, but feeling his cock rubbing against mine, knowing he was in her ass, drove me crazy. I had never felt anything like this before. The only thing separating us was the thin bit of skin between her ass and cunt. The harder we drove into her, the louder she would scream.

“Mm, fuck. Yes! Yes! Fuck my dirty slut holes. Shove those big cocks deep! Fill me!”

With each hard thrust Brian gave her, her tits would jump up and smack me in the face. They were so soft yet most from the sweat. Whenever she would lean back slightly, our balls would smack together.

“Yes, fuck yes, tear up my fucking ass. Mm, I’m a fucking whore.”

Brian loved the dirty talk as well. escort çankırı Every time she started to talk, he would speed up, just tearing apart her hole. I’d lick at her tits as they rubbed against my face, occasionally taking one into my mouth and lightly biting it.

“Yeah, suck on my tits baby. Suck them.”

She shoved her fingers into my mouth as her screams got louder. I ran my tongue around them before taking them all the way in. Her hips swayed back and forth as she rode me even harder. Brian pulled out and ran his dick between her chicks before shoving it back in, deep into her anus. His cock would rub against mine as we both quickly thrusted. The friction was pushing me close to the edge. I didn’t need any help but I got it when Kayce started convulsing.

“Ohhh Fuck. Fuck.”

She squirted pussy juice all over my cock and stomach. Her orgasm caused her to tighten up, and all of this was too much for me. My cock pulsated as semen shot deep inside of her cunt. Almost immediately after I came, Brian started moaning loudly. His hard deep thrust into her ass hole let me know that he was also having an orgasm.

As Kayce’s convulsions slowed, she pulled my head forward and kissed me deeply, biting my lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. She lifted herself up, hardly able to walk and kissed Brian as well.

She dropped back down on to the floor, lifting herself up on her knees. We moved closer to her as she gripped our half hard cocks with her gloved hands. Cum poured out of my head and ran down her glove, causing it to gleam. Our cocks were still sensitive as she put both of them into her mouth, swirling them around with her tongue. They rubbed together and Brian got a little harder.

“So, are you boys going to clean me up?”

We dropped down to our knees as she spread her legs, dipping her fingers into her wet cunt. She scooped cum out and put it into our mouths. We swallowed it down, then took turns eating out her pussy and ass hole. Brian pulled her closer and kissed her, massaging his cum covered tongue with hers. Then they pulled me up and the three of us made out.

“Shit, I’m going to have to get a strap on for you boys. Two cocks is amazing. You may not have a pussy but one of you can fuck a mouth, while I fuck an ass!”

We all had smiles on our faces as we laid back and rested.

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On my way to the airport I had numerous flashbacks of the weekend in the woods. My dick stirred in my pants. Only the thought of Francis’ body made my dick stand up. The taxi arrived at the terminal and I went inside to check in for my flight to Oslo, Norway. I would stay there for four weeks to execute a complete audit on the sales operations of our subsidiary. Little did I know what was ahead of me.

I arrived at the hotel late in the evening. Although the bar was still open, I could not buy a beer. No alcohol after 11.00 pm. What a joke. To me it seems I was landed on another planet. I went to my room. Laying in my bed visions of Francis flew through my mind. Her big breasts, her firm bottom, her tick thighs. I started to stroke my erect dick. I saw Francis’ legs spread open. I saw her piss flowing from her cunt, splashing on my chest. I remembered more. Francis spread her cheeks and I saw something coming from her anal opening. Suddenly the sperm flew from penis into the air. It landed on my thighs and chest. My whole body shook like mad. I could not breathe. What happened on our last night? I could not remember anymore. How that could be erased from my memory?

When I arrived at the company offices the next morning, I was welcomed by the general manager. He introduced me to his PA, Miss Anne Trondheim. After a short explanation of what my work would include he asked Anne to introduce me to the accountant. Anne asked me to follow her. We walked to the office where I met Mrs. Gertrude Bergen, the accountant. I saw a nice lady in her forties, blond hair, pale face and a curvy body. She had a firm handshake, which I like. Although I should maintain a distance we both instantly felt attracted to each other. Gertrude introduced me to her two assistants, Dina and Birte. These young women were pretty attractive. Suddenly I was aware of the fact that the four women I had met so far were very well shaped and had large breasts. I was sure I would enjoy the hours I would work with them.

On this first day I was much occupied with the initial audit work. I prepared the audit files, scheduled the work for the first week and before I knew it was already six in the afternoon. Gertrude appeared in the small office, where I was working.

“We will leave the offices in a few moments so I could give you a lift to your hotel,” she said.

“That would be great. Thank you. I file my working papers first. It won’t take a minute” I replied.

Gertrude was waiting for me at the door and I followed her to her car. I noticed she had a nice body. Shapely hips, great bottom and legs to die for. On our way to my hotel Gertrude did all the talking.

“Tomorrow we can have lunch together. You did skip lunch today, didn’t you?”

Before I could answer she said that we should have lunch together tomorrow. She continued talking and before I knew we arrived at the hotel.

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” I said and got out from her car.

The evening was quite uneventful. I had dinner, read a book and went to bed. The next morning I had a light breakfast and took a taxi to the office. The first person I saw was Anne the PA. I wasn’t sure but it crossed my mind. Her appearance seemed to be much different than yesterday. The next one I saw was Birte. I could not believe my eyes. Her blouse did hardly cover her big breasts. She smiled at me and her eyes seemed to scream “Look at my tits. Suck my nipples. Stick your dick between my tits”. I could not be true. It had to be a dream. I am a pervert.

I went to my office to get my working papers. I had scheduled this day to discuss all the flows within this sale company with Gertrude. As I went to her office I found her as pleasant as yesterday. She was not different than the day before. So it had to be a dream. Nobody changed. However, Gertrude has bigger tits than Birte. That I was sure off. We both worked hard that morning. Lunch was very pleasant because I was sitting with four lovely ladies. That afternoon I started my audit on accounts receivables the responsibility of Birte. Her big breasts distracted me from doing all the work I had planned. Sometimes, unavoidable, I touched her breasts that made my penis stand up in my pants. I was sure Birte noticed that. At six Gertrude came into the office.

“If you can get your eyes of her breasts I’ll bring you to the hotel.”

I ankara escort could not believe my ears and I followed her to the door.

“I have to go to the toilet first, you wait here or would you like to come with me?”

Again I thought I was dreaming.

“I’ll wait here” I stammered. My face became red.

“It’s up to you” Gertrude said.

The next days went by as if the wind blew these away. I worked very hard and the women were most cooperative. Late Friday afternoon I could close my files and rest a little. Gertrude came in the office and suggested to go for a drink in a bar nearby as we earned something for the hard work done. We both went out and walked to the bar. It was crowed with people.

She ordered two beers, waived her hand to somebody she knew and stood very close too me. There wasn’t much space anyway. I could feel her breasts against my chest.

“You like my tits touching you, Martin?” Gertrude could be so direct.

“Yes, I like that.”

“Do you like more things, Martin?”

“Yes I like more things”.

“Will you tell me? I tell you what I like. I like kinky things. And if I am not mistaken you like kinky stuff. Your eyes are telling me that”.

My face went red, I was so embarrassed. How could she tell that from the look of my eyes I like kinky things? But my face showed her she was right. I ordered two more beers. I didn’t want to say something. Gertrude pressed her tits firmly to my body.

“Oh, come on, you can tell me. I am not a little girl. I have been around.”

I looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Will you join me for dinner tonight”? I asked her.

“I love to; I know a nice place we can go to.”

“Fine, and what will we do after that?” I replied.

“We will go to my place” she said. Her tone was such that I could not say no.

Gertrude’s apartment was nicely decorated. With much taste I noticed. “There is white wine in the fridge. I have to go the bathroom. The beer has filled my bladder. Or do you want it”.

“I’ll have some later. I need to empty myself as well. Mind if I join you?” The words came out before I knew it.

“Sure, please do. You want to watch me while I do it, don’t you”.

She sat herself down on the toilet seat. She spread her legs and started to piss. The yellow stream came from her pussy splashing down. I lowered myself to have a better look. She took my hand and held it under the stream of piss. This exited me so much that I nearly fainted.

“Lick your hand, Martin, taste my piss. You will like it and there will be much more.”

The stream stopped and I licked the piss from my hand. Gertrude opened my pants and took out my erect dick.

“It’s your turn. Let it go. I want it over my body.”

The pressure on my bladder was enough to spurt a jet stream of piss. It hit her face. She opened her mouth to get as much piss she could swallow. She aimed the stream at her tits. Her blouse was so wet it showed her big tits.

“Stop it, Martin. Just fuck me. Don’t slow down. We will make love later. I want just a big fuck. Put your dick in my cunt.”

Gertrude laid herself on the floor and without undressing each other I shoved my dick in her pussy. She was wet with her juices, her own and my piss. Only after a few strokes she came. The spasm of her cunt muscles made my dick erupt the semen she was after.

“That was nice. You can fuck. That’s for sure. Let’s shower so we can continue later what we broke off.”

Finally I could see her body. I fucked her, pissed her wet but haven’t seen her body. She has very nice large breasts, wide hips, great bottom and awesome legs. Gertrude’s body was smashing. I just had to look at her for a few minutes. I could easily fall in love with her. I wasn’t sure if I could stand her directness but her body was worthwhile looking at.

Later on we sat on the couch sipping our white wine. We looked at each other and we knew there would be more on the menu, maybe not tonight but certainly on another day.

“Come to bed with me, Martin, I want your body next to me and to warm me up”.

The night was very pleasant. We both caressed each other. I laid my hands on her big tits, squeezed her nipples gently. Gertrude gently stroked my dick. She led it to her wet pussy and it slided ankara escort bayan in very easily. Slowly we fucked. We easily set the same pace.

It was very nice. Gertrude and I came at the same time. I felt my sperm leave my body to end up in hers. Her juices wetted my balls. We didn’t go to sleep that night. We both filled ourselves up with each others body. Finally we felt asleep. It was already morning. We could see the sun rise between the mountains.

The next two weeks I spent the nights in Gertrudes bed. We made love every single night. During the weekends she showed me the town and its surroundings. I have to say, Norway is a nice country. But on the Saturday nights we went loose. We made sure we had enough to drink because we wanted to get wet with each other piss and drink as much we could from each other fountains. I still can remember each moment. Then the last weekend came. Gertrude wanted to invite me to a special and of course kinky party.

“Don’t get frightened, Martin, but most guests are women and most of them are lesbians. So you may not have the opportunity to fuck all the women, but I am there as well as Dina and Birte. You like Birte, I know, and she likes you. You will see how see behaves on a party. Anne will join us to. It is her first time, so she will be surprised, I am sure off”.

At nine in the evening we arrived at a place just outside Oslo. I noticed that over 10 cars were already parked. So, at least 20 people should be inside. The door was opened by a gorgeous tall blond naked woman. She greeted Gertrude as a good friend and introduced herself to me as Sarah and then showed us the room where we could undress and freshen up ourselves up. Sarah said that I was one of the two males that were expected this evening. I didn’t know what to think of that but I would certainly enjoy myself.

A bit later we went to a spacious room where the bar was located. I was right. Certainly 20 or so people were inside chatting with eachother. I saw the accounting staff as well and noticed that Birte looked so lovely without clothes. As she saw Gertrude and me, she came over to us and had a look at my body. She nodded her head as an appreciation of what she saw.

“He’s cute and has a good set of tools” Birte said to Gertrude.

“I know, I played with his tools every night for the last 3 weeks” Gertrude replied.

Birte smiled and whispered something in Gertrude’s ear. Gertrude laughed and nodded her head.

“Yes, he is kinky, but we will teach him tonight what really kink is”, Gertrude said.

I saw a couple of woman sitting on a sofa, spreading their legs and just pissed in the air. Some others were rubbing their cunts while watching. So, this is what the party is about, I was thinking, stroking my erect cock while watching these women’s piss hitting the air.

Birte took my hands away and rubbed my dick over her large breasts. Oh these are so soft, I thought and came instantly. The sperm flew over her tits and Birte took my dick in her mouth, sucking until the last glob of sperm hit her throat.

“Suck my cunt, Martin, I am longing for that since you arrived. Suck my clit, lick my lips and suck up the juices I will pour into your mouth”.

In a second I was on my back lying on the floor. Birte lowered herself and I had the most perfect few of her pussy. My goodness, how beautiful she is. Before I could lick her tick wet lips a spurt of piss hit my face. Then another one and then with full force she let her piss stream leave her body. I was drowned in her piss and loved everything of it. Someone was stroking my dick. I did not want to come, I wanted more from Birte’s body. I started licking her piss wet pussy, put my tongue in her love hole. My hands were seeking her large breasts. I found her nipples, squeezed these gentle and caressed her tits. Birte was moaning of pleasure.

‘Lick my cunt, touch my tits, drink my piss’ she cried out. Another spurt of her warm piss hit my tonque. Her taste was incredible. Never tasted piss like this. I kept licking her wet pussy and then she came. She squirted her juices on to my face. Suddenly the face of Dina appeared. She started licking up the juices from my body while Gertrude was still sucking my dick. Birte moved aside to give Dina access to her lovely bottom. Dina started to suck her anus escort ankara and put 3 fingers inside her. Birte kept on moaning, making sounds I didn’t understand but she liked what we were doing.

‘Dina, more fingers my love. Put it deep in my arse, until you feel the shit inside me. Martin, move aside, let’s Dina do her work. I want her to eat my shit.’

But nothing happened. It was just her way expressing her excitement. I stood up and went to the bar for a drink. On my way I saw several women making love with each other. Not many were sitting alone. A few were standing at the bar but I couldn’t see Anne or Gertrude. I sipped my beer and I felt something touching my back. Soft tits were pressing against my body.

‘Hello gorgeous, what to drink from my source’? It was Anne. I turned around and saw her lovely naked body. Her tits were marvellous, maybe not as large as Gertrude’s, but firm with big nipples. Her cunt was hairy and her ass was big.

‘I would be my first time, but seeing all these women, pissing and drinking it made my horny as hell. You will be my guinea pig. Come on and sit on that sofa. I want you to look at me while I am pissing. And I want to see you drinking my piss.’

I did what I was told to. I opened my mouth and before I knew it was filled with her tasty piss. Could I only stay with these four women, I would never be thirsty.

While she was pissing in my mouth and over my body I felt another spurt of warm piss. Gertrude was standing next to us and started to piss as well. This was the moment I needed to relieve myself. I took my penis and aimed first at Anne. My piss hit her cunt first and then her tits. Gertrude took my penis and lowered her mount over my piss stream. She drank the lot. Anne turned to Gertrude and pissed over her tits. When our streams died out we looked at each other and a warm feeling came over us. We loved each other. Soon Dine and Birte joined us. We all were wet with each others piss. We kissed and headed for the bar to fill ourselves up. The night was still young.

‘I show you around, Martin, you will see things you may not have seen before’. Gertrude said.

And so she did. I walked beside her and saw those lovely breasts I have caressed, kissed and sucked the past three weeks. My penis was erect again. Some of the women were just chatting, but others were really making out. A woman was lying on the floor while another one was pissing over her body. And there was a line of another ten, presumable waiting their turn.

‘She is their toilet slave. The only reason she is here, because she will drink the piss from all of them’, Gertrude explained.

Gertrude rubbed her pussy. The scene made her hot.

‘Can you please lick my cunt, Martin, it is itchy and I want to come’.

I went on my knees and licked her pussy as of my life was depending on it.

‘Oh yes, you’re so fucking good at licking pussy, my dear,’ Gertrude screamed.

She came instantly and if nothing had happened she took my hand and guided my to another area. Four women were sitting in sofas but their but were hanging over the edge of it. They were rubbing their pussies furiously. And than it started. One went to middle and laid herself on the floor. She raised her legs and folded herself so her knees were touching her shoulders. A few grunts and her piss left her cunt hitting her own face. She opened her mouth and started to drink her own piss. This was such an exiting few that I had to stroke my erect penis and I saw Gertrude rubbing her big breasts and wet cunt. But it was not finished. Another grunt and her anus opened. Slowly a big turd came out of her anus. The other three women were standing around her and started to piss over firm bottom and trying to hit the turd oozing out of her anus.

‘Have you ever tried this Martin or, have ever seen someone doing it?’ Gertrude asked.

‘No, I haven’t.’

‘Get it you aroused.?’

‘Yes, it does’.

‘Yes me too. Would you like to do something like this?’

‘I don’t know, Gertrude, I have to get used to the idea. I you want to do it with me, I believe I will. You are such a lovely lady and I have loved you the last three weeks, drank you piss and yes I may taste your shit as well’.

Gertrude looked me in the eyes and I looked in hers. Yes we love each other that much that we would do anything to please the other. We went back to the bar for a last drink.

‘Let’s find Anne, Dina and Birte. We can go to my place to finish where we left here, with the four of us. After that I bring you to the airport. Come back soon, Martin, we can have a great time together’.

To be continued.

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Chapter 1

The Contract

She stood back and admired her handiwork. His hands and feet were securely fastened to the bed posts by a length of thick cord. A gag in his mouth. She reached in her bag and withdrew a large, black plastic bag. She brought it down over his head and securely fastened it around his neck by a rubber band. She quickly searched her bag and retrieved a short hose and pump. She inserted one end of a hose under the lip of the bag, and the other end she plugged into the small air pump. She flipped a switch and the battery-powered pump whirred to life, filling the bag with air. Once it was fully inflated, she retracted the hose and placed the whole assembly into her bag.

She nimbly plucked up the lip of the bag and quickly wafted smelling salts under his nose. She let the bag go, the rubber band pulling the bag tight around his neck once more. She stood, replaced the cap on the jar, and placed the jar in her bag.

After a few moments, she heard him let out a moan, followed by a tug at his restraints. While the bag was inflated enough to mask which direction he was looking, she could tell by his body language that he was turning his head from side to side. A muffled scream come from the bag, audible in the room, but too quiet to be heard through the walls, especially with the rain pounding the windows.

This is how it always starts, she thought. Always the panic. She could hear him breathing heavily through the holes in the gag, his head thrashing to and fro, pulling hard at his restraints. Strangely enough, she never enjoyed this part of the job. It was what came after that thrilled her.

She put a knee on his abdomen and gripped his neck with her slender fingers. Immediately, he quietened. She could feel him trembling underneath her grip.

“Listen up, you piece of shit,” she said menacingly. “You’ve been marked. Not for death, no. You’ve been marked for education.” She leaned down until she was face to face with him. She imagined that he could just barely make out her face through the thin material. “You’ve fucked up, to be in this situation, make no mistake.”

She stood, snugging up her gloves. “This is your re-education.” At this, she heard another muffled cry followed by more thrashing.

“Listen to me, asshole!” she said, forcefully.

The man immediately became attentive. She smiled to herself. “You will stay like that for one hour. If you survive, I will assume you’ve learned your lesson. If you don’t, I will also assume you’ve learned your lesson.”

She walked slowly over to the table in the center of the room. On it she sat a small travel clock. “You’re time starts… now,” she said. The man let out a quiet sob. She looked back and said, “I’d try to conserve my air, if I were you.”

The man quieted and soon his breathing fell into a slow, smooth rhythm. She walked over to the side of the bed, removed a glove, and placed the palm of her hand over the man’s heart. The man let out a muffled grunt as she did so. She could feel his heart beating slow and strong in his chest and the rise and fall of his chest. She smiled to herself.

She sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m not such a bad person, you know. I just sort of fell into this line of work when I accidentally offed the leader of one of the families.” She sighed, and continued. “I was in love with him. But, he didn’t love me.”

She stood and aimlessly paced the floor. “He was into breath play and he made me… do things to him. He had been a total asshole to me one night, so I drugged him, tied him up much like yourself, and watched him squirm.”

She turned to face the man. “He didn’t bolu escort even last an hour. First he stopped fighting. Then he stopped breathing. I was horrified, but at the same time it was a thrill.” After a moment she composed herself and continued. “One of the rival families caught wind of what I’d done and took me in. I have been in their employment ever since, re-educating those whom they see fit, in the style that I see fit.”

She looked down at the man, then at the clock. A mere 5 minutes had passed so far. He had a long way to go. She walked back to the small table, picked up her bag, and placed it on the floor beside it. From her bag she retrieved a notebook and sat down behind the desk.

She reached forward and tugged at the chain dangling from the desk lamp. Her eyes narrowed as it flooded the desk with light. She unclipped the pencil from the front of the notebook and thumbed through a few pages, pages filled with photographs and writing, coming at last to a blank page. She wrote the date at the top of the page, then beside it, she wrote the target’s name. She leaned over, rummaged through her bag for a moment, then sat back upright with a smartphone in her hand. She stood briefly, aimed the phone at the bed, and took a snapshot, the imitated click of the camera lens the only sound in the room. She admired the picture for a moment, then sat back down.

She looked at the clock. It’d been only about 15 minutes. She needed to give him more time. She routed through her bag once more, retrieving a small plastic box. Flipping the switch on side, a small amber light lit to let her know it was active. She set it down on the desk and, after pushing a few buttons on her phone, it began to emit an electronic whirring sound. After a few moments, the picture she had just taken began to slowly emerge from the portable printer.

After a few minutes, the photograph had been fully printed. She returned the phone and printer back to her bag and retrieved a stick of glue. She ran the glue stick across the back of the photo, coating it evenly. Once done, she flipped it over and carefully placed it on the blank page in the notebook, pressing gently to secure it. She placed the cap back on the glue stick and replaced it in her bag.

She heard a rustle of the bag and looked up. The man was still doing well. His breathing wasn’t out of control. She could see the bag gently deflating and inflating as he breathed. She imagined that he was already becoming aroused. This had always fascinated her about men. All men were apparently turned on by it.

She stood up and walked over to the window. The pale light filtering through the window gently illuminated the curves of her tight outfit. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tin box and a lighter. She chose a cigarette from the tin, placed it between her lips, and lit it.

She took a long drag, held it for a moment, then let it out. She absently watched the rain for a few moments, then took another slow draw from the cigarette, the tip illuminating her slender face. She placed the tin and lighter on the edge of the bed and fetched another tin box from her bag. In this she lightly flicked the ashes. Didn’t want the police possibly finding anything useful.

She walked back around the desk and sat down, propping her feet on the desk. She absently smoked for a while, admiring the way the smoke would curl from the tip of the cigarette, deep in thought. At long last she finished her smoke, extinguished the cigarette in the small tin, and placed it beside other tin on the side of the bed.

She looked over at the clock. He was coming up on 30 minutes. She stood, bolu escort bayan walked around the desk over to the side of the bed. She looked him over. He was breathing faster now. She placed a gloved hand on the man’s chest. His heart was beating fast. She checked his restraints, they were all holding tight. The bag was still fastened tightly.

She reached down and unfastened the belt around his waist. She then unzipped his pants and reached through the open fly of his boxers. He was very hard now, no pre-cum yet though, which was good. With a quick movement she ripped his button-up shirt open, exposing his bare chest.

She quickly walked back over to her bag, her heels clicking on the wood floor, and retrieved a small cellophane package. Walking back to the bed, she opened it. She placed the condom on the end of his penis and slowly unrolled it along its length. “This is so I don’t carry away any evidence. Nothing personal,” she explained as she did so.

Once done she stood, she walked over and flicked off the light on the desk, then removed her gloves, laying them on the floor by the bed. In the She sat on the edge of the bed, unzipped her leather boots and sat them beside the gloves. She slowly shrugged out of her spandex top, exposing her pale skin and breasts, her dark hair spilling down to her shoulders. She likewise removed her pants, followed shortly by her panties.

She stood naked, in front of the bed. This was the part she enjoyed. She gingerly crawled across the bed, positioning herself over the man. Straddling him, she reached down between her legs and lightly gripped him. The man let out a startled gasp. Slowly easing herself down, she guided him between her pussy lips. She smiled, and inhaled sharply, as he entered her. He wasn’t the largest she’d had, but he felt wonderful all the same. After a few moments work, he was fully inside of her.

She sat there for a moment, just feeling him inside her. It was difficult for her to have a normal relationship, and this was such a turn on she couldn’t resist. She never actively had sex with any of her targets. She simply enjoyed having them inside her and feeling them struggle to breathe. She suffocated vicariously through them. They always came in the end.

She slowly lay down across him, her generous breasts pressing against his chest. She wrapped her arms gently around his neck and turned her head toward the window. The feeling was fantastic. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her and she knew it felt good for him as well. His breathing was coming faster now and his heart was beating hard and fast. His chest was on fire, as she lay pressed against him. She smiled to herself.

He let out a quiet moan. “Shhh, it’ll be alright, just relax,” she said gently, still smiling. She always waited until the men had been under for a while. By this point they were just weak enough so they wouldn’t try thrusting into her. She could lie there peacefully, enjoying the quiet bond they shared.

She closed her eyes. It was always a struggle for her to fight the urge to fuck them. It’s such a powerful instinct. Once someone is inside you, one, or both, of you are going to start testing the waters. A light thrust here, a small push there, until you’re going full bore. To quell that instinct is difficult.

She didn’t bring the clock with her, but she guessed he had about 20 minutes to go. She could always tell, there were always telltale signs. His heart was beating very fast and hard and she could hear his breath whistling through the holes in the gag. The bag rustled softly with every breath. Her own breaths were coming faster as she escort bolu became aroused. She could feel her own sex beginning to swell, the heat building. She was incredibly turned on, and considering how hard he was, she imagined he was as well.

Only about half of her targets ever made it the entire hour. The ones that didn’t panicked early and used up all their air quickly. The ones that remained calm usually made it. This guy really didn’t deserve this. It was a case of the wrong man at the wrong place at the wrong time. A delivery gone bad.

She shifted slightly, her swollen lips grasping his manhood. A bolt of pleasure shot through her, catching her off guard. She began lightly moving back and forth along the length of his shaft before she caught herself. She let out a sigh and relaxed.

His breathing was becoming more forced. She could hear the bag rustling on every exhale. She hugged him lightly, pressing herself against him. His heart was beating so hard now that it felt as if it were in her own chest. This just further excited her. She needed something to help her relax.

She slowly unclasped her hands from around his neck, reached over and picked up the tin of cigarettes and the lighter. She plucked out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled. She let it out and closed her eyes again. She knew they were nearing the end, for better of for worse. He was probably completely disoriented by now or possibly even passed out. Everything at this point was on autopilot. His cock was still pulsing deep inside her. She could feel every heartbeat.

She lazily smoked her cigarette, watching the rain pour outside the window. She could see the smoke in the room illuminated by the light coming from the window, curling in small eddies due to tiny air currents. She finished her cigarette, stamping it out in the tin box, and closing the lid.

The man’s breathing was becoming more labored. Shallow inhales, followed by forceful exhales. His heart was racing beneath her. She was so excited now, she felt tingles around her hips and groin. She wondered if she was going to come. She’d only come one other time, and it was intense.

As the man’s breathing became more shallow, the feeling was steadily growing. She was definitely going to come. It took all her willpower not to start grinding away on him. She wanted it to happen without moving a muscle. Her own breaths were coming deep as she struggled with the feeling growing deep inside her.

Finally, it overwhelmed her and she came. She cried out in shock as pleasure wracked her body. She tensed as the waves crashed over her repeatedly. It was the one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had and it seemed to go on and on. She felt like she was falling, her insides were ablaze. As her own orgasm began to subside, she felt the man tense underneath her for a moment, followed by his own. She could feel the rhythmic contractions as he came, pumping his semen into the thin condom.

After what seemed an eternity, it ended. She collapsed, shivering, covered in a mist of sweat. She took a gasping breath, realizing she had been holding her breath. After a moment, she came to her senses. She could feel the man still breathing shallowly underneath her, his heartbeat light and thready. “Was it good for you, too?” she asked, kissing him on the chest.

At that moment, the alarm went off on the clock, startling her. She breathed a sigh and smiled to herself. She knew he’d make it. She slowly gathered herself up and stood up. “Looks like it’s your lucky day, friend,” she said. She leaned over grasped the lip of the bag and removed it. “You’ll have a hell of a headache when you wake up, but… you’ll wake up.”

He was unconscious, barely breathing. But he’d recover. She quickly dressed, gathered her smoking paraphernalia and placed it in her bag. She opened the hotel room door, took one look back, blew him a kiss, then left, closing the door behind her.

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Chapter 1

The situation I now find myself in is something I never dreamed would ensue when I began corresponding with Ariana. It started seven years ago as a brief e-mail correspondence and has now become my life.

But I must here digress, in order to give the reader some background information about me that relates to this tale. It will sound a bit weird to those of you who have never had a fetish. From as early as I can remember, there was always something about women smoking that aroused me. Even as a very young boy, I would wonder at how the mental image of a lady smoker made my little appendage grow bigger, with resulting pleasure. When I would see my babysitters and other pretty girls smoking, it aroused me enormously, because they were perceived by me as daring and sophisticated. Smoking girls always had this effect on me and I somehow knew that this would always be true. And when for the first time, at age 15, I saw a lady smoking a cigar, this “fetish” (It would be some years before I was aware that this is what I had) changed and deepened. It was just an actress on a TV show, and it was only a cigarillo, but I was turned on as never before.

My imagination ran wild. The “brazenness” that had always been part of the allure of young girls smoking cigarettes in public was immediately dwarfed, in my mind, by this. The very idea that a lady could publicly smoke a cigar and not be the slightest bit shy about it just struck me as incredibly sexy and powerful. It stimulated the deepest part of my sexual psyche. (In those days, the vast majority of women just did not smoke cigars or pipes, and even cigarette smoking was considered “unladylike” by some.) I began to seek out the few newspaper or magazine pictures or articles about female cigar smokers (and to a somewhat lesser extent, female pipe smokers). I read Thackeray’s Vanity Fair mostly to take in the cigar scene that I had read was within. I was that rare person who perused men’s magazines not for mere nudity, but for the possibility that I might find a picture of a lady with a cigar. More so than in men’s magazines, I found these pictures in (still, very rarely) magazines such as Time, Life, or my mother’s fashion magazines. I perused thousands of magazines over the years seeking to find that one special cigar lady. Seeing a picture of Gina Lollabrigida smoking a cigar with Castro in Time still lives in my mind. Each of these pictures was treasured by me. I had a small collection that I kept well hidden, and they were looked at every day. I would watch television with the hope that I might see a commercial for Tiparillos or Tijuana Smalls. I watched Westerns and spy shows, hoping that I would be rewarded for sitting through the tedium by even a brief glimpse of a lady with a cigarillo.

After awhile, as I started dating, I always dreamed that I would find a cigar smoker to fall in love with. Around that time, some of the more adventurous girls would sometimes smoke cigars as an affectation. Some of them probably even knew the effect it had on the boys.

Eventually I did fall in love and got married to a beautiful girl who had been a friend for some time. Alas, she smoked only cigarettes, and at first I didn’t have the courage to “come out.” One night, after a few glasses of wine, she asked me if there was anything that really, really turned me on. With some trepidation, I told her. Her response, which cemented my love for her, was to say “I guess we’ll have to keep a humidor under the bed.” All I can say about the next twenty years is that they were heaven sexually.

Children resulted from this union and, of course, they took priority over everything else in life. My wife and I were able to have our little adventures (always involving cigar smoking) when the kids were small, but at some point it became too risky to continue our cigar sex adventures in the house, so we had to settle for the occasional weekend when the grandparents could take the kids or the few times we could get away alone.

Like many marriages, after 20 years ours became a bit stale and boring. We still had sex, but the wild nights of previous years had become a memory. When having sex, I began to imagine other women smoking cigars. It always had the intended result, but it just wasn’t the same.

Then came the Internet. When I had my first taste of Netscape Navigator, I was awestruck. What an amazing invention! And then one day the thought came to me: There must be pictures out there of women smoking cigars. Going into AltaVista (this was years before Google) I typed in “cigar” and “woman.” The results astonished me. I was compelled to take the next two days off from work.

Chapter 2

Over the next few years names such as “Tika” and many others lingered in my brain. I searched out and enjoyed all of the offerings of the day (very meager by today’s standards) and searching for pictures of ladies smoking cigars became my favorite hobby. Of course I never saved anything on my hard drive—with only bitlis escort one computer in the house, I couldn’t take any chances.

Time moved on and the Internet grew tremendously. I was tiring of looking at posed models and longed for real-life pictures, which, thanks to Cigar Aficionado and the resulting cigar boom of the nineties, had begun appearing. I had joined a few MSN and Yahoo groups and one day saw a group of pictures called “candids,” posted by a man to whom I remain eternally grateful. This was what I had longed for! I started looking for these types of pictures. Eventually, I found a site that had thousands of pictures of regular, normal girls and ladies smoking cigars. It was not a smoking fetish site, but for me it was. I looked forward to the monthly (or so) updates and figured out how to find the latest pictures out of the thousands posted, seemingly at random. I began to save the best pictures, hiding their location on the hard drive as best I could. Some of these early pictures were of excellent quality, both in content and photographic excellence. I decided to post some of my favorites to a Yahoo group devoted to cigar smoking women. The reaction I got astonished me. So many people contacted me about the pictures that I couldn’t believe it. People were apparently not aware that so many such “candid” cigar pictures were out there. The most enthusiastic person to write me about the pictures was, to my surprise, a woman. Ariana.

Our first correspondences were about the pictures–where did I find photos of such quality, in such quantity, et cetera. Over time, we became long distance friends, discussing everything from culture to politics. We were able to discuss personal things such as family and relationships. I found that Ariana is bisexual and that she smokes her pipe all the time, and has at least one good cigar each evening.

Over the years, Ariana repeatedly asked me if I would like to come to England (I live in the United States) and photograph her with her pipes and cigars, as well as make videotapes, which I would then be able to post online. Having family commitments, I was never able to do so, although the desire to do so burned in me. Our correspondence waxed and waned, and life, if the reader will forgive the cliché, went on.

A few years ago, Ariana moved to southern France. Coming from a wealthy aristocratic family, she was able to purchase a large estate, in which she has enough room to keep her beloved horses. Coming from an ancient noble lineage, she has inherited that nobility of bearing that comes only from generations of breeding.

A very tall woman, Ariana cares not a whit what people think of her. She has smoked a pipe since her teenage years, and has enjoyed the finest cigars since her days at Oxford University. She lives and loves as she pleases and, for her, only the best will suffice. And she has a cigar and pipe fetish.

Ariana and I resumed our correspondence shortly before she moved to France. We would exchange e-mails almost daily, and what began as mild flirting became very overt sexual overtures. I was surprised to find myself totally infatuated with someone whom I had never physically met. I felt like a schoolboy in love. Adriana decided that we had to meet. As is her wont, she instructed to me exactly how things would proceed. I would travel to Paris, where she would book a suite at the best hotel in the city. I would be treated not only to the Ritz, but to the Folies Bergiere, and, on the third night, to a seedy jazz club, in which many of the female patrons would openly be flouting the new French anti-smoking laws with their cigars. Ariana wanted to know if there were any scenarios that I would like for us to role play. It felt like a dream. If things “clicked” between us, I would be allowed to visit Ariana’s boudoir and would be invited to spend the remainder of the two weeks at her estate. If we turned out not to be suited to each other, I would stay, at her expense, for the remainder of the week in Paris.

I was informed by Ariana that she does not trust men, so that I would be “restrained” if any sex were to occur. (With women, Ariana is willing to take a submissive role, but with men, she is always in total control.) This idea turned me on enormously. I agreed to go to Paris last June and made plans to arrange a “business trip,” ostensibly to London, in order to have an alibi for my wife.” The plan proceeded.

Arriving in Paris is something that should be experienced by everyone. The beautiful sight of the city can take one’s breath away. I was a bit nervous with anticipation, but I knew that this was something I really wanted to do. Ariana was now my dream woman and I literally couldn’t wait to see her. As I descended the tarmac, I scanned the sea of faces. It wasn’t hard to spot her. Standing taller than even most of the men in her high heels, she was impossible to miss, especially with the long-stemmed black pipe dangling from her mouth. I walked bitlis escort bayan up to her, kissed her hand, kissed both of her cheeks, and introduced myself. In person, Ariana was even more attractive than I had imagined, and the picture of elegance itself. After retrieving my bags, we headed to a waiting limousine and thence to the Ritz.

We didn’t talk very long that evening. I was suffering from jet lag and Ariana graciously offered to escort me to my room for a nap. I didn’t awaken until late the next morning. As my eyes opened, I saw Ariana across the room, sitting on a chair with her book and pleasantly puffing her pipe. “It’s about time you woke up sleepyhead,” she said.

The next three days were everything I had hoped. The two of us hit it off from the beginning, and by day 2, I was invited to Ariana’s room for the night. As she had warned, I was restrained to the bedposts by a pair of handcuffs. Ariana then ever-so-slowly removed my garments and apprised my growing manhood. “Not bad, “she noted. “I might have seen a couple of specimens longer than that, but I’m very impressed with the girth.” If I allow penetration, I think you will work out.

That night was absolutely wonderful. I was under the total control of Ariana as she sat astride me, cigar dangling from her mouth, as she commanded me to use my tongue to its utmost. I happily obliged for over an hour, watching her enjoy what seemed like a hundred orgasms, her love juices spurting into my face. I was wild with desire, but Ariana decided that we would put off “penetration” until at least the following day. Strangely, I was not disappointed because I was so horny that I didn’t want it to end. She lay beside me and laughed sweetly as my member refused to get out of business mode. I slept as if I had never slept before.

We had two more wonderful days enjoying the city enormously. The city’s beauty is impossible to describe, and I won’t waste the reader’s time with my meager attempts. I had the finest meals of my life and enjoyed an amazing show at the Folies Bergiere. On the third night, we went to the seedy nightclub, as had been promised. The jazz music was fine and the sight of so many women smoking their cigars kept me at our table in order that no one would notice the nonstop bulge in my pants. We went back to the hotel feeling very satisfied with the day and I was, for the third time, invited into Ariana’s boudoir.

I was again shackled to the bed and things progressed as before. This night was to end differently though–after an hour of cunnilingus, Ariana mounted me, smoke drifting out of her mouth around her dangling cigar, and, after encircling my throbbing penis with her silken quim, she slowly moved up and down. I did everything I could to prolong the event and, as I was about to come, Ariana gently removed the luscious grip of her beautiful vagina from me. She lit another Cohiba and teasingly blew smoke in my face. I resumed tongue–pleasing her for another 20 minutes or so and then she mounted me again. This time it was over within minutes. It was the best orgasm I had ever had—I was, as the cliché has it, “weak in the knees.” I literally would not have been able to walk. “You deserved that, my dear boy. You may sleep now. You are definitely coming with me to my estate tomorrow.”

Chapter 3

With the morning sun lighting up the city, it was time to go. A limousine arrived and our bags were loaded. I felt a bit sad that we were leaving Paris but I knew there were more adventures lying ahead. After a truffle and ham omelet and some coffee, we were on our way.

I regret to say that I slept most of the way, thus missing out, based on what I did see, some of the most beautiful landscapes imaginable. Every time I awoke, I would see Ariana, out of the corner of my eyes, gently puffing her pipe, its fragrant and intriguing aroma sweetening both my nostrils and my thoughts. I felt almost in heaven.

We arrived at our destination and our bags were carried in. The house was a very old and very large mansion, surrounded by a huge expanse of lawn littered with ancient oak trees. She was, like its owner, a grand lady. Later I would be given a tour of the house and grounds, but first I met some of the staff and was served a cup of Earl Grey tea with a bit of honey and was presented with a humidor containing a variety of good Cuban cigars. I chose a smallish Romeo y Julieta and sat back to enjoy myself. I hoped that Ariana would join me, but she said she would prefer a fresh pipe and chose one from her extensive collection. I watched as she tamped down the tobacco and brought it to life. We sat and conversed about a variety of subjects for the next half hour and then she said we needed to change our clothing. I prepared to unpack my bags but Ariana told me not to worry, that it would be taken care of. She had had her tailor custom make a riding outfit for me. Her afternoon plan was to go on a horse ride through the estate grounds, another escort bitlis treat that had been promised me. The experience did not disappoint. My riding skills are limited, but with her guidance I had a wonderful time. “What a life!”, I thought. How could I ever leave? Indeed.

After supper, we removed to the parlor where we were served coffee and fine French cognac, and once again the humidor was presented to us. Adriana insisted on choosing my cigar for me, a Cohiba Esplendido. For herself she picked a very large Romeo y Julieta. I watched entranced as she expertly clipped the cigars and brought hers to life. As the plumes of smoke wafted from her lips to the high ceiling, I felt very amourous again. Ariana quickly noted my protuberance and laughed loudly. “My, my, don’t be impatient, Jay. I am a woman who very much likes to go slowly. Relax and enjoy your cigar.” Which is what I did.

Our first night in Limoge was somewhat similar to the last night in Paris and just as wonderful. Adriana invited me to one of her boudoirs, a large, unwindowed interior suite, with two rooms facing each other. One room, the larger of the two, contained a large, beautiful bed and two small couches and some chairs. The other room had a smaller bed and a large chair and the walls were stocked with books. A computer rested on a small desk near the foot of the bed. I noticed that there was a kind of door that could be slid out to separate the rooms. It was a huge steel sliding door with a tiny window. It looked out of place in such a room, and I asked Ariana its purpose. “That’s how I’ll keep you locked up love,” she laughed. “Let’s have a drink and then we’ll see what we can do to entertain ourselves.” She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and our night began.

At this point, I was seriously in lust and dangerously close to being uncontrollably in love. I dreamed I could spend all of my waking hours for the rest of my life watching this beautiful lady smoking her pipes and cigars, going for daily rides, and having our wonderful conversations. And the nights of ecstasy! How could I ever give this up? I knew I had to, but I kept the thought from my mind.

The week went too quickly and the idea of an end was beginning to darken my thoughts. I felt like a schoolboy knowing that his summer romance was about to end. I was deliriously happy, and yet sad at the same time. Adriana only smiled when I told her my thoughts. “Don’t worry, you’ll be staying, love. I’ll see to that.”

She asked me on the day before my scheduled departure if there were the slightest possibility that anyone at home could have figured out where I was.”Of course not.” I replied. “I hid my trail well. My cell phone has been turned off since I boarded the plane and my wife thinks I am in England. Don’t worry, no one will find out that I’m here.”

Ariana smiled again, but this time her smile looked subtly different. “What would your wife do if I didn’t let you go home?” I laughed, made a joke, and changed the topic. “I guess it’s our last night tonight, so do you have anything special in mind?” I said. “Indeed I do, Jay. Indeed I do.”

That evening, after another sumptuous feast, we sat outside on the porch, enjoying cognac and cigars, Ariana chose for her smoke a rather large Cuban Punch and I watched with bliss as she sat, the cigar dangling seductively from her mouth, as she savored the approach of sunset. We sat and talked for the next hour and a half and she smoked her cigar constantly, occasionally glancing, bemused, at the bulge in my pants. Finally, as she finished exhaling her last puff, she said, “time to go upstairs. Don’t you have to get ready?” Alas, I knew I did, but looked forward to one final night with this remarkable woman.

We first went to my room, where I planned to pack my things. Ariana told me that it wouldn’t be necessary. “Everything you need will be taken care of. Tonight you are mine.” Please come with me to my boudoir. I followed Ariana down the hall, marveling at her svelte figure. I was definitely in love and thought again how sad it would be to leave. I was grateful, however, to have had such a wonderful experience for the better part of two weeks.

We arrived at Ariana’s room and entered. “I want this night to be special for you, as it will be your final night of living in such style.” I could only agree. Ariana pulled another cigar from her bedroom humidor. Dangling the Cohiba from her lips, she lit it expertly, smiling at me through the smoke. She playfully exhaled a stream of smoke into my face. I was well beyond aroused by this point and hoped I wouldn’t ruin things by coming too soon. I was once again restrained to the bed and my clothing removed. Ariana, as on previous occasions, sat astride my mouth, taking her pleasures for about an hour, the cigar hanging in a most erotic manner from her red lips. After having numerous orgasms and again spewing her juices on my face, she was ready to move to the next step. I was in such a state of anticipation that I felt slightly mad. I was obsessed with the desire to have her beautiful cunt in possession of my now rock-hard dick. Ariana got off of me and left the bed. I didn’t know what she had in store for me right then, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

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John was nervous, his heart pounding and his mouth dry. When he left home the feelings had been more of excitement, but the journey over was long enough for him to think about what was about to happen, and for the nerves and adrenalin to start flowing. Phrases like “fuck” “fucking hell” and “what the fuck am I doing” had been muttered by him in the car, along with “oh my fucking God, this is crazy”. Colourful language was something he was fluent in.

He parked his car close to the address he had been given.

He sent a text which read simply, “I am here.”

Without waiting for a reply, he placed the phone in his pocket and walked over to the apartment. Looking under a plant pot by the door, he found a small bunch of keys, just as he had been told that he would. He moved over to the main entrance and tried the key in the lock. It fitted, and now John knew for certain that this was not a trick, or a scam. Walking inside, he made his way to the door of apartment number four, used the second key and opened the door. There was no turning back now.

The flat was smallish, but nice and tidy. Doors to the kitchen and living room were open, and both rooms were unoccupied. Loud dance music came from behind a closed door. Once John had opened the door and stepped inside he paused, drinking in the scene with his eyes. On the bed was a woman, on all fours, wearing only black high heel shoes and a skimpy black thong. Wild curly blonde hair cascaded from her head, covering her face, and as she writhed around, almost like she was dancing to the music, John could see that she was wearing a blindfold. Occasionally she let out small whimpers of excitement and anticipation as she moved. John wasn’t sure if she was aware of his presence, the music was so loud that she may well have been totally oblivious.

Everything was going as planned, but this was as far as their planning had gone. Although they had spoken on the phone and exchanged pictures, they had never met each other before. She wanted to be a slut for him. He wanted to fuck her, lick her, touch her, use her – she was going to be his anonymous lover.

He placed his sunglasses on the side and walked over to the bed. When he gently touched her back with his fingers, she let out a little scream, and he ran his hand over her back, across her firm bum. Moving her hair away from her neck, he leant forwards and kissed her. He could feel the smooth skin of her neck against his lips, could smell her scent as he breathed in. He kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her bum, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting her soft skin. She continued to move around underneath him, her excitement clear, occasionally uttering quiet words under her breath that John couldn’t quite hear.

His hands were also touching her, feeling her, moving across her body and gently teasing her. John climbed on the bed behind her and pulled her arse back against him. He still had his jeans on, but he knew she’d be able to feel the hardness of his cock as he pressed it into her. She pushed back hard and began to move her hips, rubbing her pussy and arse against him. He held her, one hand gripping her hip, while the other continued to caress the soft skin of her back and bum. He pulled away from her, and, keeping his hands on her hips, he knelt on the floor behind her. His face was level with her arse, and he gently blew on her before leaning bingöl escort closer and giving each cheek a playful, gentle bite. She let out a little squeal. He continued to bite her cheeks, then began to kiss and lick her, moving his mouth over the tiny red marks where he had just bitten her, then down onto her thighs, finally he pushed his mouth against her silk covered pussy, pushing his tongue out and forcing the fabric into her pussy slightly. He could smell the scent of her pussy and get the faintest of tastes of her through the material. The scent and taste made him want to fuck her there and then.

She slumped forwards, turning on to her side as she did so. Still blindfolded, she looked vulnerable, sexy, slutty and wanton. John pushed her gently and she rolled over onto her back, legs wide apart, knees up, available.

John climbed on to the bed, kissing his way along every inch of the smooth skin of her thighs. He spent time licking the soft delicate skin in the crease between her thighs and her pussy, knowing that she would be imagining him licking her. She placed her hands on the back of his shaved head, gently scratching him with her manicured nails. He went back to lick and biting her thighs and she let out a loud sigh, sitting up slightly, her hands desperately trying to guide John’s head back towards her pussy.

This time he was feeling slightly more generous, and pressed his tongue hard against the fabric, feeling her pussy open up to him as his tongue pressed into her. He could taste more of her now, her juices coming through the silk and onto his tongue. He pulled the panties to one side, then delicately his tongue danced across her pussy, from the bottom all the way up to her clit, then back and forth like this several times, until she tried to push his face against, tried to force him to lick her harder.

He pulled away from her pussy, forcing her to wait. Kissing his way across her stomach, his lips and tongue once more teased their way across her smooth body. Reaching her firm breasts, his mouth spent a few moments teasing her nipples, which were already stiff.

Moving further up her body, finally, his hard cock was pressed against her pussy once more. As she began to rub herself against him, he leant his head down towards her face. He had still not seen her eyes, but she looked beautiful and vulnerable, under his control for the moment at least.

She was startled when his lips touched hers, but quickly wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, as their kisses moved from gentle to passionate, their tongues probing, with the occasional little bite of tongue or lips.

Suddenly, John lifted himself away, and she could hear a rustling sound as he hurriedly got undressed. This time when he got back on the bed and kissed his way up her body, his bare hard cock pressed against first her thigh, then against her pussy. Only the thin silk material separated them and he knew that she wanted him. He positioned it against her clit, her thong still acting as a last barrier between them, separating them, preventing contact between his cock and her pussy. He leant over to her and began to kiss her again. This time she distracted and it took a while before she returned his kisses – her breathing ragged against his face.

Before long, John sat back. Taking his cock in his hand, he began to wank himself, rubbing the end of his cock bingöl escort bayan up and down her pussy, pressing it into her. His juices smeared across the black silk, tracing the path his cock had travelled. Suddenly he stood up, and left the room, leaving her alone on the bed for maybe 30 seconds or a minute. He knew she would be wondering where he had gone, and he hoped that she wouldn’t be worried that he had lost his courage, for he most certainly had no intention of quitting – he had gone to her kitchen to look for something that he wanted to tease her with.

When he returned, he teased her, running his hands across her body, barely touching her pussy despite her raising her hips to meet his hand – she was clearly desperate for his touch and her desperation was matched by his total desire for her.

He kissed his way up her body, each kiss resulting in a shiver across her body. When he reached he face he kissed her gently, then sat back and gently trickled ice cold water into her open mouth, then across her breasts, and finally onto her pussy. Each bit of cold water caused her to gasp as it hit her skin, and her hands gripped the bedsheets and her body writhed around in front of him.

He did this a few times more, trickling water across her body, and touching her all over, his fingers teasing her pussy, his mouth kissing her, sucking her nipples, gently biting her skin all over.

Finally, he moved down to her pussy, where his tongue teased her through her panties, then gently ever so gently traced a path across her pussy when he pulled them to one side. Occasionally he pushed in between her lips, tasting her juices, before moving back up her body to share the sweet taste of her sex in a kiss.

Moving back down her body, he knelt down between her legs. This time, instead of teasing her thighs, or licking her pussy through her panties, he pulled them to one side then forcefully pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. She let out a scream. She was wet, and he could taste her, feel her wetness in his mouth and across his lips. He wanted her to be able to taste herself, so he moved up and began to kiss. She responded to those kisses passionately, licking his lips, pushing her mouth hard against his. With one hand he teased her pussy as they kissed, then placed his finger against her mouth, allowing her access to her own juices. She bit then sucked his finger, tasting herself.

Three or four times John did this – licking her pussy, and then rubbing his cock against her, while he kissed her and teased her. Each time his cock was pressed more and more forcefully against her pussy, rubbing her clit, pushed between her lips, the end almost inside her. She finally could wait no longer and reached down with her hand, grabbing him, pulling him into her.

She was so aroused that his cock slid inside her wet pussy with barely any resistance. The feeling as he pushed into her was amazing. The hot tight wetness gripping him, the thickness and length of his cock pushing into her, stretching her.

He lifted her legs and, holding her ankles, began to fuck her with slow, long strokes. With her legs pushed back he could sink the full length of his cock into her, and with each stroke her body moved on the bed, her breasts gently moving in time with him.

As he fucked her, he realised that she had never seen him, but was allowing him to fuck her escort bingöl – a complex mix of feelings washed over him, desire, surprise, compassion and power.

She reached her hand down to her pussy and touched her clit. It was soaking wet, covered with the juices from her pussy. She moved her fingers down as his cock slipped in and out of her, and he could feel her fingers against his cock as she desperately rubbed her clit.

He let go of her legs and lay over the top of her body, supporting himself on his arms. She placed her arms around him and pulled him against her, their mouths coming together, their tongues and lips locked in a desperate passionate battle.

He went to remove the blindfold from her eyes, wanting her to be able to see him when she came.

“No! Leave it on.” she insisted. He would have to wait a while longer before he would be able to see the face of the woman he was fucking.

He increased the speed of his fucking, pushing his cock into her harder and faster than before, his body pressing against hers.

She wrapped her legs round the back of his, and pressed her face into her shoulder. John felt her body stiffen, her breathing get ragged, and her pussy clenched around his shaft. Her arms pulled him tight against her, squeezing him. He continued to fuck her, but slowed right down whilst her orgasm tore through her body. Her breathing became more ragged, and her body tenser.

“I can’t breathe!”

For a moment, John was worried, but after a short time she relaxed. “No… please stop… no more.” she said, breathlessly.

John paused briefly, then carried on fucking her with long slow strokes, her pussy even wetter and smoother than before as his cock slipped in and out of her.

She pushed him off her, and removed the blindfold.

“Hello.” they said to each other. This was the first time she had seen him, the first time she had seen the man that had just spent half an hour teasing and fucking her, the first time she had seen the man who had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life.

They lay on their sides, facing each other, occasionally kissing, John still running his hands over her smooth skin. She looked beautiful.

After a little small talk, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She worked her way up his body, kissing his chest, biting his nipples, kissing his face, then lowered herself onto his cock. He was rock hard, and her pussy slipped over his cock with no resistance. She began to ride him, the time for gentle teasing sex over, this was going to be a hard fuck.

“The blindfold”, he said. He wanted to wear the blindfold, wanted to experience a little of what she had been through just a few minutes earlier. He pulled the blindfold over his eyes and lay back.

She bounced herself up and down on his cock and he moved underneath, matching her thrust for thrust, his cock almost coming out of her before she thrust it deeply back inside. He reached his arms down and grabbed her arse, his fingers digging in to her soft flesh as he gripped her, allowing him to thrust had into her pussy. She began to talk to him, telling him how she loved being fucked by him, the feeling of his cock inside her, his pretty eyes, and finally, as he was getting close to his own orgasm, how she want his spunk inside her, all of it.

This tipped him over the edge and he gripped her arse tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as his spunk shot into her pussy in jet after powerful jet, his cock twitching, his heart racing and his head pounding.

She lay on top of him for a while, gently kissing his face, after what had been the most memorable fuck of his life.

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The idea had been brilliant. Fixing the handles to the column worked like a charm. Ann even managed to position the circular pot-holders in a way that they were completely invisible from the outside. Their thin, golden metal band was truly hidden right inside the wood!

When Ann pulled the handle down to test the setup, the mechanism immediately snapped in place with a satisfying click forcing the holder rings that sat in each opening down on the outer rim of each rubber object and securely fixed them in place. The foam boobies finally stayed where they should.

“Damn, you’re a genius, sweetie!” grinned Sue, “This is perfect!”

“Thanks!” beamed Ann, “Do you think anyone will figure out that those breasts are different from what I showed before?”

“Well, only if they look very closely and if they have seen your real ones before.”

“Which limits it to the dean, his assistant and bunch of students…”

“Low risk I would say. You just need to take care of the dean. Make sure he only ever sees your real boobs from up close. He would immediately see that something’s different. That guy is so in love with your tits!”

“Only the dean…That should actually be manageable if you’ll help me.”

“Of course I’ll help you!” laughed Sue.

“Great! So let’s celebrate! I’ll invite you to a nice dinner and then we’ll hit the bars, what do you think?”

“Sure! But I still need to show my video to the dean first. Want to join?”

Needless to say, Mr. Roberts was totally blown away by Sue’s ‘hatching’ movie. And when Ann assured him that it was indeed her very own breast that spectacularly broke through those shells, the poor man almost fainted. He immediately agreed to show the video at Ann’s booth and even told Sue where she could get the necessary equipment.

The two girls partied so hard that night that they needed a full day for their heads to stop buzzing again and so it was evening when they finally met again, both exhausted from the night before.

“Ugh, my head…. What did I drink last night?”

“The same stuff as I did,” groaned Sue, “And that guy at the bar… did he ever stop staring at your boobs?”

“Nope, but he paid for every drink!” Ann chuckled, “Anyway, let’s get going. We need to get this monster to the exhibition hall. The show starts tomorrow at eight!”

It took them more than an hour to get the column to the place. The hall was busy with people setting up artwork and installations. Ann got assigned to a generous 100 square foot space framed by three black partition walls with bright spotlights illuminating the center.

The column looked absolutely great in there! The lighting really made it shine and her plate with the title ‘Breasts of a happy woman’ sparkled invitingly.

Sue dashed off to get everything she needed for her video display while Ann looked for a ladder she could use whenever she needed to get into her exhibition piece. She then carefully fixed the pair of plastic breasts on her column and made the clamps close down on them. Taking a few steps back she marvelled at her work.

“Great! Looks like I’m ready to go!” she thought as she scanned the room.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing. She looked at the display. Unknown number. Who could that be?

“Hi, who’s there?”

“Ann? It’s me, Roberts…”

“Dean? What a nice surprise! Anything I can do for you?”

“You know that the show opens tomorrow morning, right?”

“Yes, at eight. I’m setting up my stuff right now.”

“Fantastic. Can we meet at 7:30 in that cafe next to the exhibition? I think it’s called ‘Coffee Heaven’ or something. Want to introduce you to a reporter who is writing for the magazine ‘The New Artist’. It’s the first time for them to visit our exhibition and I would like to make them aware of your spectacular work.”

Ann could barely speak. Her tummy was churning, her hands sweating. How the hell was she suppose to react? She stammered, “‘Coffee Heaven’ you say? S…sure…I’ll be there!” and hung up. Fuck! She really needed a plan!

Sue showed up, her arms full of equipment.

“Can you help me, please?” she moaned as she dumped everything on the floor, “I need to fix this reflective screen to that back wall and find a place for the projector. Maybe we can hang it from the ceiling?”

“Sure. Let’s ask one of those maintenance guys. Follow me, I need to tell you something.”

Ann quickly instructed someone from staff to set up everything for a video art project and then pushed Sue into a quiet spot.

“Listen, I just got a call from the dean…”

“What did he say?”

“He wants to meet me tomorrow 7:30 and introduce me to some journalist writing for ‘The New Artist’.”

“Wow, that’s great!”

“Sue! I’m panicking! This is a freaking disaster! What do you think those guys will do at 8?”

“They’ll want to take a good look at your artwork and ask you about your message and…. Oooohhh!”

“Exactly! They will take a real close look and … will find out I’m bilecik escort a fraud! Those replicas are nice and all but they won’t pass the dean’s touch-test! He’ll know something is wrong!”

“Hmmm… that complicates things indeed. Let me think….”

“I need your help, Sue! When we return from that coffee shop, I need at least a few minutes to get in that column and …”

“Hah! I know! I’ll just rush in there a quarter to 8 and explain them my project, too! I’ll keep them occupied for a bit while you sneak into the column. Then, I’ll walk them over, show them everything… and for some reason you can’t attend. Obviously I have to cover for you and explain everything and promise that you will be available for an in-depth interview later.”

“That… actually sounds like it could work! Thanks, Sue, that calms my nerves a bit.”

“We better take a picture of you in front of your work, too! You can show that to the journalist so he has some photo of you to print.”

“Good point! Do you have a good camera we can use? I only have my phone with me and it makes crappy pictures.”

“Yes, I just need to go back to my place quickly. How about you get home and dress up a bit? The picture needs to be good, otherwise they might want to take one themselves…”

“Right. So let’s meet in… say… one hour?”

“Sure!”

Meanwhile, Mr. Roberts was on the phone, promoting his new favorite student to the renowned magazine ‘The New Artist’.

“Listen, Ms. Shinozaki, this girl is absolutely spectacular. You need to see her breast sculpture! Never in my life have I seen something so… real!”

“Mr. Roberts, I already told you that my time budget is very tight. I have to visit a number of artists already and HQ gave me a pretty long list of art that I need to cover. Ms… what was her name? Ann? Ms. Ann isn’t part of that list though.”

“Then you really need to rethink your priorities. I’ll tell you, that girl will be huge! Just give her a few minutes in the morning. Join me at 7:30. We’ll meet her in that coffeeshop next to the exhibition, ‘Coffee Heaven’. Give her a few moments to explain her vision, then we’ll head over and let her show her work. That’s all I ask!”

“I don’t have time for that Mr. Roberts! I already have an appointment in the morning! And by the way, every other artist nowadays does something edgy, with bare boobs and stuff. This isn’t new nor spectacular. It’s just a young artist looking for attention! I really don’t understand why you are so excited about her.”

“Please, Ms. Shinozaki! You haven’t even seen her art! Just give her a chance. You won’t regret it! Promise!”

“Oh well. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks so much. I assure you, it will be worth your time.”

Ann looked great in her black mini, and Sue took great care to put her and the column into the best possible light. She made the young artist pose in various ways, made her smile, laugh and groan until she was satisfied with the result.

When Ann browsed through the pictures on Sue’s camera she gasped, “Wow, look at me! This is fantastic! And those boobs on the column look definitely like the real thing, too!”

“Thanks! Let’s print them out and go for a quick bite!”

Ann barely made it to the meeting in time. She again wore her sexy, black mini as she entered ‘Coffee Heaven’ at 7:30 sharp.

“There you are! Glad you could make it!” greeted the dean who already had a coffee and a sandwich on his table. An exotic-looking woman next to him eyed her skeptically.

A woman! The journalist was a woman! That would complicate things. Men were so easy to fool when they had a big pair of juicy tits in front of them. Women though? The complete opposite!

“So this is her? The artist?”

“Yes, that’s her. Ann, please take a seat. Want some coffee? Tea?”

“Thanks, but I have only a few minutes. Need to prepare for the show. But my friend Sue would be available later if you want to interview her, too. We’re doing a joint project this time.”

“Sure, sure. Now let me introduce you to Ms. Shinozaki, a well-known Journalist of the renowned ‘The New Artist’ magazine. I told her about your art and she…”

“Thanks for the Introduction, Mr. Roberts. So Ann, I haven’t seen your art in person yet, just the explanation by Mr. Roberts. So tell me, what is it all about?”

“I… I have pictures with me. Here, see that column? See those breasts attached to them? Those are mine… that’s my art… an… exhibition of my very own… womanhood. I… I wanted to make a statement… A statement against the oppression of femininity, against the blatant disrespect of those wondrous sources of life… I…”

“Really? Isn’t it a bit… bland and uninspired to make some art focussing on breasts? Everyone and their dog does it right now. So what’s different about your art? Why does it matter?”

“It matters because my replicas are incredibly detailed, almost life-like. The spectator can truly feel the warmth, the bilecik escort bayan caring nature, feel welcomed and… nourished, protected…”

“I see. So you… you modeled those objects after your own… body?”

“Yes. These are near perfect replicas of my own breasts.”

“So… why did you make these? And what should that tell the audience?”

“As I said, It’s my statement for a respectful future, where girls don’t need to be ashamed of their big breasts. For a future of freedom, where not every nipple is censored whenever it shows up on social media or elsewhere, where the female form is appreciated, loved and praised!”

“So this is a political campaign?”

“No, not really, It’s just my very personal way of stating my opinion.”

“Right. So… how did you create them? What’s your technique? Are those breasts as incredible as Mr. Roberts tells me?”

“That you have to judge for yourself. Just visit me at my booth,” Ann glanced at her watch. It was already a quarter to 8. Where was Sue? “I’m terribly sorry but I really need to go now.”

The door suddenly opened and Sue came strolling along.

“Hi there!”

“Hi Sue,” said Ann relieved and muttered,” Just in time. As usual!” Then, in a more serious tone she continued, “Sue, this is Ms. Shinozaki of ‘The New Artist’. And our dean Mr. Roberts, but you know each other already, right?”

“Right. Glad to meet you Ms. Shinozaki. I would like to explain you a bit about my video project. Ann assisted me and her breasts play the starring role in it!” she smirked.

The journalist looked at her watch, “I really need to get going, too…”

“Please, just a moment? I had this vision… this vision of female breasts breaking through a hard shell.. Like a chicken hatching. I had to recreate this dream. It symbolizes the advent of the movement, the Great Beginning!”

“So you’re a boob artist, too?” the Journalist smirked.

“Well, if you want to phrase it that way, Yes! Ann really inspired me. And we did great work together. You really should have a look!”

Ann finally managed to sneak out and ran towards the exhibition center. Only 10 minutes left! Hopefully Sue could occupy them a bit longer! The artist dashed through the gates and towards her little booth. The hall was still almost empty. Thank goodness!

As soon as she reached her booth she switched on Sue’s projector and the connected laptop that was hidden behind some cover. As the video started playing, she pushed the ladder to the back of the column, opened the handles to remove the plastic breasts. Then, she climbed up, threw the plastic objects inside her tight new home and let her legs slip into the dark space.

“Hurry!” she muttered to herself as she pushed the shoulder straps of her dress downwards. With a quick flick of her wrist she opened her bra and let it slide into the column. Bare-breasted as she was, she descended downward, careful to position herself correctly. When her toes met the ground, she pressed her soft, naked breasts against the small holes and pushed the button above. The motors whirred to life and she felt the odd pull on her melons as they were slowly forced outside.

Was everything alright? Did it look good? Was something amiss? Ann’s heart raced. She had no clue how everything looked from the outside. All she could do was hope that everything worked out.

The pull increased, tugging at her body. It felt like her fleshy globes were ready, sitting outside of the wall that separated her from everything, outside of her reach, waiting for those taxing eyes, those curious hands. She shivered with excitement.

The artist heard the P.A. system crackle. A loud voice echoed through the hall.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the General Exhibition! Today we welcome our esteemed members of the professional art community. Our sponsors, journalists and established artists will have a full day to revel in stunning art and converse with young, upcoming artists from all over the world. Starting from tomorrow, the general public is invited to get a glimpse on what our great artists have to offer. Enjoy this spectacular show of amazing art!”

The exhibition opened! Ann could hear people passing by, chatting, joking. If she could only see that she was positioned correctly, that everything looked like it should! But she couldn’t see a thing, trapped in that column!

Suddenly there were hands on her, fingers poking in her sensitive breasts. She gasped.

“So this is it?” she heard a woman saying, “This is the incredible piece you have been talking about?”

She remembered that voice.

Another very familiar voice responded, “Yes, this is it. Just look how perfect those globes are!”

It was the dean! And that other person was the journalist! Thank god she had made it in time! She heard Sue saying, “Like it? And by the way, please don’t miss my video project. Just look at how those breasts hatch from hard shells! Can you see how they bulge through those escort bilecik first cracks?”

Ann strained her ears and tried to figure out what was going on. The thin, cold finger suddenly jabbed into her sensitive flesh and dug deep into the tender ball. Ann had troubles keeping silent. Her heart raced, she tried to breathe normally even though her whole body just wanted to scream!

Another finger drove into her other breast, digging deep into the tender orb. “These indeed feel very real,” she heard the reporter say, “Not artificial at all… I wonder how the artist accomplished this…”

Ann felt the fingers relaxing, then brushing over her hard nipples. Suddenly they clamped down on one of her nubs and yanked it upward.

Tears were streaming down Ann’s face and she nearly bit her tongue off. She heard Sue saying, “So what do you think of my little video project? Pretty innovative, isn’t it?”

Sue was such a good friend! She tried so hard to get the brutal reporter away from her! Ann so hoped her friend would succeed. She felt the fingers finally leave her exposed breasts. Steps. She was walking away! Thank god!

“Kind of neat! Funny idea and ok-ish execution. I may even mention it briefly in my article.”

Ann suddenly felt warmer, gentled hands on her throbbing bust.

“So, Ms Shinozaki, what are your thoughts about Ann’s work?”

“Well… It’s a bit bland… that column and all… But the material she uses is indeed fascinating. So yes, I think the girl has potential. But she has to develop her style more, needs to mature, sharpen her message, create some more thought-provoking artwork. It’s a neat start, but she still has a long way to go.”

“I think you’re a bit harsh,” Ann felt heavy hands caressing her buzzing boobs,”It’s her first piece, and she impressed us already with the material alone!”

“Maybe, but there is so much great art out there… Anyway, I need to head over to some other artists. Was nice to meet you again, Mr Roberts.”

“Will you mention her work in your article?”

“Probably. As said, I am quite impressed by the material she used, so …”

“Good, good. Thanks for your time, Ms Shinozaki, enjoy our little exhibition.”

Ann was listening intently. Were they done? Were they leaving?

“Oh, Mr. Roberts, one more thing…”

“Yes?”

Ann heard footsteps. Suddenly, something was pressing her breasts together.

“Those golden handles… In the picture the artist showed this morning they were pointing downwards, not upwards. Somebody must have changed them. I assume this is not in the interest of our absent artist. We should really fix that… I mean, she certainly wants us to experience her art like she envisioned it, don’t you think?”

Ann felt one clamp move. Blood rushed through Ann’s ears. Oh my god… this was not good…. this was definitely not good!

She felt the clamp on the other side squeeze down, too, biting hard into her already straining flesh. The holding mechanism for those fake tits now grabbed her real breasts and mauled them brutally.

“You are right! How observant of you! We definitely should fix this for our artist!”

The trapped girl sucked in air through her clenched teeth, desperately trying not to panic. The pain was immense as the cold metal mechanism clamped down on her melons and snapped in place with a sickening sound. Stars appeared in front of her eyes. Ann almost fainted.

“What an interesting color change! And the form changed a bit, too, didn’t it?”

That was the reporter. Ann felt dizzy. Her tits hurt so much!

“Quite fascinating indeed!” agreed the female voice, “Now I’m really curious how she achieved that trick!”

Ann felt hands on her taut, hard balloons testing her flesh, squeezing the hurting orbs.

Sue’s jaw dropped as she saw the journo and that dean pushing down the handles. She could only imagine what pain that caused to Ann. Her boobs were so swollen and red like tomatoes! She had to do something! Sue dashed to the column and reached for the handle.

“I think they need to point up!” she declared firmly and pushed the handles into the release position. Sue could hear faint whimpers from within the column, Ann must have been in terrible pain.

“No, no, you’re wrong,” insisted Ms Shinozaki, “Those have to point down. I’ll show you!” and reached into her bag. “Look, this is the photo I got from the artist herself. See? The handles point downward! That’s how the artist wanted it! They need to point down to make the artwork complete. The symmetry is much better and I’m sure the artist had lots of reasons to design the piece this specific way.”

“She’s right Sue, ” said the dean who watched the squabble with interest, “This picture that Ann showed us proves it. The handles have to point down. So can we please correct this now? I don’t want Ann to see us messing with her sculpture like some bloody amateurs…”

Ann was terrified. Her tits hurt so much from the bite of those awful clamps that her face was drenched in tears already. She would never have thought that those metal holders intended to keep the replicas in place would ever get a hold of her real boobs! The clamps were so strong, the force so immense that she shuddered just thinking about it. There they came again. Ugh…

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This is the fourth installment in this series. It obviously helps to read the previous parts. This installment revolves around submission and pain and how it can be so pleasurable. I hope the story provides pleasure to you the reader.

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I woke up in the dark. But I heard distant voices. It took me a minute to remember where I was. My hands were tied over my head, and my legs secured to corner posts of the bed. It wasn’t really a bed, more of a table covered with a thin layer of padding. I was guessing the surface was black pleather. The practical side of me figured that would be more sensible than real leather.

I was at Kassie’s apartment in her dungeon and I was her submissive pet for the evening. Her brother Andrew owned me, well he and his Theta Chi brothers. He owned my wife too. Amazingly we started the day as a boring set of married professors.

But our day was anything but boring. I smiled when I thought about the fact that I sucked three cocks today, fucked a smoking hot co-ed, and had just about the best orgasm of my life getting ass fucked by Kassie while watching my wife getting split roasted by two Theta men. And that’s the short version of my day.

I had no idea where my wife was, but my guess is she was serving Theta Chi men somewhere. My wife and I had flirted with submission before but never acted on it, certainly not in the way we had today. But here we were, and I was actually happy. I had a deep-seated need to submit and Andrew had brought that out fully and as far as I was concerned I had no plans to put that back under wraps.

I was thirsty, and hungry. And as if on cue, a very tall, very beautiful woman entered with a big bottle of water and what looked like granola bars.

Without saying a word, this goddess of a woman came over to me and used a control module to raise the head end of my bed. I was still bound but now I was sitting up.

She came over and stood next to me. Her ample breasts were pushed up and together by the black tank top she was wearing. Her midriff was bare and there was not a millimeter of fat on this woman except exactly where it was supposed to be. Her legs went on forever as they came out of a tightly wrapped white skirt and her feet were adorned with some serious fuck-me boots that came almost up to her knees. The lines of her body were perfect for her outfit, and her outfit accentuated her perfect body.

She opened the water and poured some in my mouth. I drank vigorously.

“Thank you” I said sincerely.

“Mistress Kassie demands silence from her slaves. Speak only when spoken to. And you can call me Mistress Hanna.”

I just nodded at her. She proceeded to unwrap two granola bars, but instead of giving them to me she put them on the table between my legs.

Without saying a thing, she brought her long fingers to my dick and slowly and methodically untied the ropes that had bound my dick for the last few hours. She then started to give me a hand job. I remained quiet, but my dick sprang to life. Her touch was amazing. She was expertly pushing me towards ejaculation. Her expression was one of disinterest, but her actions and her look created a situation where I just didn’t care.

“Inform me when you are ready to cum.”

“Yes, Mistress Hanna,” I replied. Although that moment was SOON!

“I understand you got to watch your wife get taken by two Theta men and you loved it.”

“Yes, Mistress Hanna.”

“You like when real men take your wife, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Hanna.”

“Think of that and cum for me.” She said as she increased both the pace and the pressure of her stroking.

“Yes Mistress, I am about to cum!”

She used her free hand to grab the granola bars and she held them as I ejaculated onto them and her hand. She milked any last cum from my softening dick and made sure the granola bars were covered. She then smiled, said “now you can eat” and put the first bar into my mouth.

“Mistress Kassie wants you to fully enjoy both bars”

I ate the bars and my cum while continuing to enjoy this amazing creature that was feeding me. I finished the second bar and then she fed me the remaining cum on her hands. Finally, she gave me the rest of the bottle of water, then got up to leave.

“Mistress Kassie will be in soon,” was all she said as her near perfect ass walked away from me.

I remained silent, but hoped that Mistress Hanna and I would interact again soon. I wouldn’t hesitate to eat my or anyone else’s cum in order to be in her presence.

It was about 10 minutes later when the door opened and Mistress Kassie entered. She was quickly followed by four men. Each man was naked and had a thick leather collar on their neck and a leather harness on their cocks. The cock harness had one loop around the base of the cock, one that constricted the ball sack, and one around the cock in front of the ball sack loop. It made each cock somewhat aroused. Each was a different shape and size although one looked like bayburt escort it was the size winner of the group. I laughed at myself that my first observations about the men were their cocks. I never found men attractive, but for some reason I found cocks irresistible.

Kassie looked amazing. She was wearing black panties that might have been latex or spandex and were more like very tiny shorts than typical panties. Her stomach was bare and all she had on up top was a severely cut off grey t-shirt that was so short that the bottoms of her amazing breasts were clearly visible. Her torso was strong and sculpted and she had no shoes on. She had a belly button piercing that made the whole look come together. The look was beyond sexy.

None of the four men said a word as they stood off to the side of my bed/table.

“I hope you enjoyed your snack.” She teased me. “My slave Hanna is quite the expert at getting men to frost their own snacks.”

I didn’t speak as her approach did not feel like a question.

“James, come over here and suck this man’s dick.”

The third man in the line didn’t hesitate, and came over immediately and bent over and started his task.

Kassie just looked at me without saying a thing while James went porn star on my dick. After a good five minutes of this Kassie suddenly snapped.

“Back in line slave!”

James immediately complied and disentangled himself from my dick and returned to his previous position.

“Ice Water” Kassie commanded and seemingly out of nowhere, the biggest guy on the end passed her a pitcher of ice water.

“Ask me to pour this over your dick!” She commanded me.

“Please pour the water over my dick Mistress.”

And she did, with the obvious effects. It hurt as it was very cold and it shrunk my aroused dick.

And this was Kassie’s game. For the next 30 minutes she had each man suck my cock and get me aroused, and then had me ask her to pour the ice water. By round four of this my balls ached. She enjoyed this up and down (literally!) and kept teasing me that she totally controlled my dick and any potential pleasure I might receive from it.

After round four, my small, flaccid cock was done. I am not sure it could get hard if Kassie herself took a turn. But that was her plan. She went over to a table and returned with a chastity device.

“You will beg me to put this on you and then beg me to keep the one and only key. I will lock you up and thus from this point forward, for as long as I want, your time here, or time with any Theta men will be only about the pleasure of others. Certainly, your wife won’t miss your little dick as she will be receiving pleasure from Theta cock pretty much every day. So, start begging and if you convince me I will lock you up.”

“Mistress Kassie please lock my worthless dick away. My pleasure is in serving. My hands, my mouth and my ass are all hungry to create pleasure for you and any and all Theta men. Please keep the key and help me focus entirely on the pleasure of others. I promise I will never ask you to unlock me. I am your submissive slave and will enthusiastically accept your complete control over my dick, and every other part of me. So please Mistress lock my dick in the chastity device and keep the one and only key to use solely based on your whims and desires.”

I said all of this sincerely. As a long-time submissive this was actually a dream come true. I am easily controlled when you have my dick hard and aroused but I have always wanted to test myself beyond that. Now I will truly get to see if the obedient slut I always claim to be while my dick is hard and throbbing is equally submissive when my sissy dick is locked away and unable to do my thinking for me.

Kassie smiled and said, “Request accepted.” Then she immediately started to lock me away. The device was clear plastic and held both my balls and my dick. She put the device on quickly, this was obviously not her first time. She spoke to me as she did.

“I am using the smallest cage because damn you have a tiny dick when it isn’t aroused. No wonder your wife orgasmed like she did today. I doubt anyone will miss your little dick. It will be at least a month before I even think about unlocking you. You’ll need to sit when peeing and clean it regularly. Jacob over there will show you how. He just finished a full six months locked away. After two weeks I will milk you, that will actually be very pleasurable for you. Or at least as pleasurable as it is going to get for a while. There we are all done. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress Kassie. My dick truly belongs to you now. I look forward to focusing entirely on obedience and the pleasure of others.”

“And that is where we are going next. My four slaves here have all served me for at least 6 months and Kevin over there has actually been serving me for almost 2 years. You are going to earn your way into this group, but in the mean time they are your teachers. Tonight, you be trained bayburt escort bayan to suck cock and get fucked in ways that provide the most possible pleasure for the man involved. Are you ready to start your training?”

“Yes Mistress, I promise to be a serious student.”

“While I appreciate your sentiment, I want to let you know that failure to make progress will be dealt with harshly. And just to be sure you fully understand harsh, I am going to punish you. Not because you have yet done something wrong, but so you truly understand the consequences of disobedience or lack of real mastery on your part.”

I did not respond as I was unsure of what to say. In a flash Kassie snatched her riding crop and hit me on the chest.

“Beg me to hurt you, my pathetic sissy!”

I guess I should have responded to her first information for me. But after the encouragement created by her riding crop, I jumped in right away. “Please help me experience pain and accept it as part of my obedience to you. I understand that at times I might earn the pain because of my poor behavior, and other times simply because you wish to inflict it. Either way I am yours to use and I beg of you to enjoy yourself and know while the pain may be severe, I am grateful to be able to serve you.”

“That was very poetic, now just beg me to hit you!”

“Please Mistress hit me. Hit me hard!”

I guess I didn’t have to truly beg because a barrage of crop hits came next. Each was painful, but the series of them took my breadth away. My whole body screamed in pain.

“Again!” Kassie roared with a definite sadism in her tone.

“Please Mistress hit me again! I am your loyal slave and servant!”

This time she instructed her cadre of slaves to reposition me back to hanging from the arm pullies but didn’t secure my legs. As soon as they had me secure, the assault began. Kassie paid special attention to my ass and the back of my legs. After 6-7 hits she swung for the back of my thigh and I moved, mostly involuntarily, in a way that made the hit indirect.

“Don’t you dare try to avoid my hits!” So, she left my legs unsecured to test me. It was a hard test. Your body has its own set of natural reactions to pain and the first one is avoidance. That means I had to will myself to take the hits and not try to shield my legs by moving out of the crop’s direct path. I chanted in my brain, “obey, don’t think, just obey” and it helped me.

Kassie repeated the blow. I took it directly. She then started slowly, but methodically working up both sets of legs. She took her time between hits. “Stay focused on serving, accept each hit with pleasure my slave!”

I did my best. At this point is was hard to stay focused. I was crying. I mustered all my focus and stayed still as she made my legs and eventually my ass explode with pain.

“Bring me the clamps.” She directed toward her slaves.

A large tray of various clamps was brought to her. The younger guy with the largest cock held the tray.

She took a pair of clamps off the tray and help them out in front of me. “For your nipples,” she said as she put one back on the tray. She used her free hand and rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger to make it hard. Then she secured the clamp. It hurt bad! She repeated this with the other nipple. The only good part is the nipple pain made me less aware of the pain still throbbing from my legs and ass. That relief was short lived. She went back to using the crop and must have hit me 12-15 times. Now I forgot about the nipple pain.

“Round two!” she said with a devious grin. And now she applied four or five clamps to my face. My nose, my eyebrow area and even my tongue. My whole face area was on fire. And then, once again, she picked up the crop. I was barely holding it together. She could tell.

“You are a dedicated slave Jimmy Boy aren’t you?” I couldn’t really talk with a fancy clothes pin on my tongue and another on my lower lip, so I nodded a yes. “And you want to keep pleasing Mistress, right?” I nodded. I really did. This is a submissive’s dream come true, but the fantasies and the current reality had one big difference: real pain. “Take the pain for me. Stay obedient. Understood?” I gave her one more nod. Her talking to me and the quick break help me build my resolve.

“I am going to hit you again. It will please me. Tell me you want to please me.”

I tried to say, “Enjoy yourself Mistress, hit me all you want.” Although I doubt that is what it sounded like as I struggled to speak. She laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a green light.”

Slap! The riding crop hit me. Then again. Then again. She spun around me with a playful approach, but there was nothing playful about her hits. “This is such fun!” she proclaimed as she hit the back of my thigh, my stomach and then my ass as she twirled around me.

She stepped lightly over to the clamp tray. “Hmmmm, six more clamps. I think I should secure three, enjoy my riding crop, secure escort bayburt the other three, and finish with a big flurry of hits. Like a grand finale! Yes, that’s what I will do!”

The first three clamps went on my arms hanging over my head. She grabbed just enough flesh to secure the clamps. She did this quickly and while there was some pain, it was mild in comparison to what I was already enduring.

“Let’s try something new!” She came over to me and with an evil grin said, “I think you are going to like this!” I wasn’t so sure, but I continued to remind myself serving my mistress was my desire.

“Gentlemen,” she called to her slaves, “grab a toy; a whip, a cane, or one of the other crops, and let’s give our new arrival a faggot slave welcome.”

There was a “yes Mistress” in unison by her four slaves. Quickly I was surrounded by all four men. They each held an instrument of pain. Two of them had gotten hard in this short period. I focused my attention on one of the cocks and thought about sucking it. It was my way of distracting myself from the existing and soon to come pain. It was a nice cock. He was cleanly shaven and it was a smooth, averaged sized cock with a slight curve up. I was picturing myself on my knees sucking his cock when my distracting little fantasy was interrupted by my Mistress.

She was looking and speaking to me, but obviously the instructions were for her slaves too.

“I am going to ask you a question, you will nod, then I will instruct my boy toys here to smack you. Four hits for the price of one. How delicious. Gentlemen, as a practice go ahead and hit our new faggot here on the count of three, two, one…”

FUCK! The four blows, especially the one to my ass made my body light up with pain. It was overwhelming. My breathing got ragged and I had to use all my will power to not beg Mistress to stop. The look on my face must have revealed my pain and my struggle.

“OOHHH, that was the trick. Boys, I think we have our new slave’s full attention. Just to be sure, hit him again now!”

And once again a blast of pain hit me. This time I let out an uncontrolled yelp. I was definitely crying.

“Yup, we have his attention for sure!” Kassie laughed.

“Now, I have three questions for you. I want you to nod your yes and then I will have the boys hit you. You can nod no, and I will release you and send you home and you will never see me or serve me again. So, are you ready?”

I nodded a yes. I still couldn’t really speak with the clamps on my tongue and lip.

“Question one, you enjoyed sucking my brother’s cock, and those of his Theta brothers, today, correct?”

That one was easy and I nodded yes. I almost got a full pleasant thought completed about how I enjoyed those three cocks before that thought was thrust from my brain and replaced by the pain of four hits.

“Excellent boys!” She praised her slaves and then spoke to me. “Only two more to go, each will hurt just a bit more, but you will accept and cherish that pain as you know it pleases me. So, question two: You want your wife to become a full-time, always available, Theta slut and fuck toy, correct?”

I nodded my yes. Because it was true. It was very arousing to think about my wife as the fuck toy of other men, especially younger men who are supposed to be behind us in the power structure but instead will be our masters. I also knew that they would fuck her and provide her pleasure in ways I could never.

Again, my thoughts were cut short. The four men had rotated once around me and now the pain distribution was different. It was the cane that hurt the most and this time that blow came across the back of my calves. If I weren’t tied up and hung, I would have collapsed.

“Splendid. Our newest slave wanna-be is learning that being a slave is not just fun and games but requires real commitment and real sacrifice. Oh, and at times it hurts like a banshee! Ain’t that right boys?”

The pain inflicting four all let out a “Yes, Mistress” without hesitation. Fuck I was torn. This has been my dream, to have a master and a mistress, especially having both. But dammit, this hurt. I am not sure what was cycling faster, my nerve endings or my brain. I tried to take longer, deeper breadths and calm my entire self down. It had limited effect. I was engulfed in pain, in confusion, in happiness, and in arousal. Kassie cared not for my struggles and pushed forward.

“Question Three: You want to be a cocksucker and fuck-toy for men, always putting their pleasure ahead of yours, correct?”

The answer was YES! But my nod was more subdued. Pain will do that to you.

And the pain came. Kassie just nodded at her slaves and again they hit me in unison. One of the whips hit my arms, and hit them hard. The blow also activated the pain from the clamps and because I was somewhat hanging from my wrists, there was no way to lessen the pain. I gritted my teeth, but obediently remained silent. The other blows hurt too, but slowly I was absorbing and accepting the pain. And in fact, after this round my biggest response was arousal. I was getting whipped for my Mistress, and she was a goddess! My dick was now pushing hard against its cage. I was realizing that my Mistress could have me in an aroused state even if my dick was caged.

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In the year since Amy suddenly found herself a widow at the age of 35 she hadn’t left the house more than a dozen or so times. More often than not she relied on her best friend Jenny to bring her things from the store, but she also did a lot of online shopping. Her Husband had left her a lot of money and she knew she would never need to work if she choose not to.

Craig, her husband died in a car accident while coming home from work one afternoon. Amy had been a happy housewife up until that day. She had loved her husband and devoted her life up to that point to taking care of him and their daughter Stacy.

Stacy, who was now 18 had left for college just a few short months after Craig died leaving Amy all alone in their large home. Amy had gotten pregnant with Stacy at a very young age and had married shortly after high school. It had been a good marriage and she had never even imagined her life without Craig.

Now a year after his death her life consisted of a lot of TV watching, and a lot of time on the computer. She did try hard to stay in shape, working out almost every day. It wasn’t that she cared so much about what she looked like, or even her health. Instead this was her way of convincing herself, and more so the few friends she had left, that she wasn’t giving up on life.

At 35 Amy was still a very attractive woman, she had long black hair that she usually wore tied back in a ponytail. Her D cup breasts accentuated her curvy figure. Before Craig had died she always wore nice clothes and often dressed up sexy for him. Nowadays she mostly wore sweatpants and a t-shirt, or some days she simply walked around the house in a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

Today she knew that Jenny would be stopping by with some supplies for her so she had decided to at least do up her hair a bit and put on a pair of jeans and a nicer blouse. She mostly did this so that Jenny wouldn’t lecture her too much. Jenny of course constantly worried about her and often would come by to try and cheer her up or just to check up on her.

Amy was just finishing straightening up the kitchen, trying to make it look like she actually cared when she heard the doorbell. She sighed and took a moment to mentally prepare herself for dealing with Jenny. She answered the door and Jenny burst in giving her a hug.

“Hey Ames, how you feeling today? You look good.”

“I’m good, Jenny. Thanks for stopping by,” Amy replied as she noticed Jenny was carrying a large sack. “What’s in the bag?”

“I brought us some refreshments,” replied Jenny.

Amy frowned to herself, knowing that this meant Jenny planned on sticking around for a while. She didn’t do this often, usually it was a half hour visit and then she’d be on her way. It was hard enough for Amy to deal with Jenny in 30 minute doses, anything much more than that became extremely difficult to deal with.

Jenny was already in the kitchen by the time Amy had closed the door and turned around to follow. Jenny was always like this, and Amy had always suspected that she was on some kind of speed or something, but had never bothered to ask.

Walking into the kitchen where Jenny was already busying herself by emptying the bag of “refreshments”.

“So what did you bring?” asked Amy.

Jenny paused a moment before answering, “Ok, before you say no just hear me out.”

Amy didn’t like the sound of this, “Hear you on what, Jenny? I’m not in the mood for any surprises.”

“No surprises really. I know you don’t drink and never have, but I brought us some wine and I thought that… Well it might do you some good to have a glass with me and relax a bit.”

Amy sat down at the table and sighed. Her mother had been an alcoholic and she had sworn to herself that she would never touch a drop of it, and she never had. Jenny knew this and even though she was known to drink quite often she had never before tried to get Amy to break her rules.

“Jenny, I don’t know what gave you the idea that I’d have a drink with you, but you should know better.”

“Oh Amy, you know I’ve always respected your vow to never drink, but you really do need to relax and let loose a bit. Come on just have one glass with me and I’ll never ask again.”

Surprising even herself Amy stopped to think about it. She was about to say no and ask Jenny to leave when a thought came to her. ‘I’m no longer that woman,’ she thought to herself. It was the vow of a woman who was happily married and raising her daughter trying to be everything that her mother wasn’t. Her husband was dead, her daughter off to school and seldom even bothered to call her and check in. She suddenly realized that she wanted to break her vow simply for the sake of burying the woman who had made it once and for all.

“One glass,” she found herself saying to a very surprised Jenny.

For a moment Jenny just sat there looking dumbfounded. “I ah I um, I… yeah great, let me pour, I brought glasses and cheese and everything,” Jenny stammered.

She pulled out two glasses and set them on the table, then pulled a bottle of red bartın escort wine out and popped the bottle open. Amy watched with growing anticipation, she found her stomach was turning in knots. She was quickly starting to doubt herself and her decision.

Jenny seemed to sense her friends growing doubt and hurried to pour the wine before she could change her mind. As soon as the wine was poured she slid a glass over to Amy and picked up her glass and tasted it, “Mmmmm this is really good Wine Amy, you’re in for a treat.”

Amy stared at the glass for what seemed like an eternity before finally giving in and picking up the glass. She thought to herself, ‘It’s now or never.’ She tipped the glass and took a small sip, it was sweet and a bit bitter, but surprisingly good. She took another small drink and savored the flavor for a moment, then without even thinking about it she tipped the glass back and in several large gulps finished off the glass.

“Whoa, Ames take it easy girl, wine is meant to be sipped, and you’re not used to it,” Jenny warned. “Would you like a refill?”

Amy thought about it a moment, it was really tasty and it wasn’t like she was going to get drunk on a couple glasses of wine… was she? Now that she thought about it she wasn’t sure, but she decided to go for a second glass anyway. “Sure, but just one more.”

Jenny poured her another glass and handed it to her, she was only half way through her first and decided to top it off.

She watched as Amy took a small sip and smiled to herself seeing the pleasure on her friends face. “So how do you like it?”

“It’s good,” Amy replied. “Real good, at first I thought it was a bit bitter, but now I don’t notice that as much. I’m not going to get drunk off two glasses am I?”

“Well you’re not used to alcohol of any kind so you’ll probably feel a bit of a buzz before long, but no I don’t think you’ll be drunk by any means,” replied Jenny.

Amy took another swallow of the wine and asked, “How will I know if I’m buzzed?”

“Well you will probably start to feel a bit more relaxed, and maybe a bit lightheaded,” Jenny replied in answer.

Amy thought about it for a moment, as she sipped her wine. She did seem to feel relaxed. The butterflies in her tummy had calmed and she didn’t feel any of the apprehension she had felt just a short time ago. She went to take another sip of her wine only to find her glass empty. She sighed aloud and said to Jenny, “Wow that went fast, I was relly tryin to enjoy it this time.” ‘Did I just slur my words?’ she wondered to herself.

Jenny smiled, “Yeah that tends to happen when you relax and let yourself enjoy something.”

Amy sat with her arms crossed staring at her empty glass while Jenny babbled on about something she didn’t hear a word of. She wanted another glass, but was pretty sure she shouldn’t. Somehow in the back of her mind she felt like if she asked for a third glass she would be crossing some kind of line. Finally she decided she just didn’t care. The wine was good and she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. She didn’t even mind Jenny’s constant talking at this point.

Without asking she reached across the table and grabbed the bottle and filled her glass. Jenny looked shocked not for the first time tonight, but didn’t say a word. She just smiled and held out her own glass for a refill.

As Amy sipped her third glass, she found herself having small talk with Jenny. They talked about TV shows they’d both been watching, and Amy told her about a new bikini she had bought online.

“Oh you should totally try it on, I want to see it,” Jenny said enthusiastically. She was enjoying taking with Amy and was only teasing Amy about putting on the bikini. She didn’t really think Amy would agree.

“Ok,” Amy said. “I been wanting to try it on anyway.”

Amy stood with her glass to go get the suit, and that’s when she felt a bit off balance and swayed a bit. She placed a hand on the table to steady herself. “Wow, I uh, I got a bit dissy there. Mush have stood too quick.” ‘Oh god, I’m slurring my words,’ she thought to herself.

“Jen am I drunk?” she asked her friend.

Jenny laughed, not Ames I don’t think your drunk, but you do seem to have a decent buzz going. Just be careful and don’t lose your balance.

Amy walked to her bedroom on the second floor a bit unsteady on her feet she had to steady herself a couple of times. She did feel good though she had to admit. Her cheeks felt a bit warm, and her lips were tingling a bit. Her thoughts seemed to float a bit, but the best part was this sort of warm glowing feeling in her belly. She couldn’t describe it any better than that, other than it really made her want to smile, and these days nothing made her want to smile.

She used the restroom real quick before changing into the bikini. She wasn’t even real sure why she was agreeing to try it on, it didn’t seem to make much sense, but she’d agreed to it. She bought a lot of clothes online that she never wore, it was just a habit. bartın escort bayan She almost lost her balance a couple of times as she changed into the suit, and found herself giggling after the second time. She felt like silly laughing like that, but didn’t let it stop her. It seemed like so long ago since she had laughed out loud.

Before she left her bedroom she glanced at herself in front of the full length mirror and was surprised at what she saw. She looked good in this suit. Real good. She didn’t often look in mirrors anymore and hadn’t really paid attention in a long time. All that working out had paid off, even if she hadn’t been doing it for that reason. The suit also seemed to push her already large breasts up and made them look even larger. She found herself posing in front of the mirror when Jenny walked in carrying the bottle of wine and the two glasses.

“Wow girl you look sexy as hell in that suit,” Jenny exclaimed. “I was starting to worry about you as you’d been gone awhile so I came to check on you.”

Amy blushed realizing she’d been busted checking herself out in the mirror. “Wow, I must look like an idiot,” Amy said still looking at herself. Without thinking about it she reached for the half empty glass in Jenny hand and taking it from her she emptied the glass in one gulp.

Jenny laughed, “Good thing I brought more than one bottle,” she said and filled Amy’s glass without asking. “Hey, it’s a beautiful night out, let’s go out and sit by the pool. I could use a cigarette.”

Amy agreed and they headed for the pool, Amy enjoying the warm glow the wine had brought on. She felt elated and worry free, this was good. She was so glad that naughty friend Jenny had talked her into trying this wonderful wine. ‘Naughty Jenny,’ she thought to herself and then started giggling out loud.

Jenny turned and looked at her with a big smile, “What’s so funny?”

Amy giggled some more as they sat down at the poolside table. The pool itself was empty since Stacy had left Amy hadn’t wanted to take care of it. “Nothin, was jus thinkin how you alwayz ben the bad girrl, and I alwayz been the good girl.”

Jenny laughed at this, “Yeah and I’ve tried my whole life to corrupt you without any success. Well until tonight that is.”

They both laughed.

Jenny pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She took a long drag deep into her lungs and held it for a moment enjoying the smoke. It had been hours since her last cig and she had been wanting one bad. She exhaled and sat back in her chair and took a sip of her wine. “MMmmmmm that’s so good,” she cooed.

Amy had watched her fascinated by the look of pleasure on her friends face as she took her first drag on the cigarette. Was it really that good? She wondered. She had never been able to stand the smell of cigarette smoke and had never tried one because of it. Craig had smoked, but never around her. She always figured he thought she didn’t know.

Suddenly she found herself wanting to try one. Without putting much thought to it she put her hand out and asked Jen, “Can I try?”

Jenny smiled and handed her the cigarette, “I am a bad influence aren’t I.”

“What do I do?” Amy asked taking it between her fingers like she’d seen Jenny do.

“Just put it between your lips and inhale, then let the smoke into your lungs and hold it for a moment. Not too big of a drag though for your first time or you’ll be coughing,” Jenny responded.

Amy put the cigarette to her lips and slowly pulled in some smoke, she coughed a bit and didn’t get any into her lungs, but determined she tried again. This time she got a good amount of the smoke into her lungs and felt it burn the back of her throat a bit. It tasted a bit minty and she was more than a little surprised to find she liked the taste. Suddenly, she started coughing and felt tears come to her eyes as the smoke poured out her nose and mouth.

“I told you not to take so much, and you held it way too long. Still not bad for your first drag,” Jenny said as she lit another cig. “You keep that one.”

Amy gulped down her wine to help stop the coughing, and then found herself pulling on the cigarette again. This time she was careful not to take so much and didn’t hold it in her lungs as long. She let out the smoke in a slow manner the way she’d seen Jenny do. She realized that she felt incredibly sexy as she sat there smoking, and drinking wine.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they’d come out to the pool, but she knew she’d smoked another cigarette and Jenny had just poured them the last of the second bottle of wine. They had been conversing and laughing a lot. She was having the best time and didn’t want it to stop.

“We need more wine,” She declared.

Jenny laughed and said, “That’s all the wine I brought girl, but I do have something else in the car that I had bought for myself.”

Amy was curious, “Oh and what is it?”

“Vodka,” Jenny replied. “I had bought it for myself to make some drinks with later, but I’m happy to share.”

Amy escort bartın thought about it a moment. She knew vodka was stronger than wine, and knew it was likely to get her drunk, but she realized she didn’t care. “Go git it, I gotta pee.”

Jenny laughed and told her to go pee while she went to the car to get the vodka.

Jenny was having a great time, and was so happy that Amy seemed to be enjoying herself as well. It had been so long since she’d heard her friend laugh or even seen a smile on her face. She started to get an idea that it might be fun to see just how drunk she could get Amy tonight. She knew she probably would get the chance to drink with her again as Amy would most certainly go back to her ways after tonight, so might as well enjoy it while she could.

While Jenny was heading out to the car for the Vodka Amy was finding it difficult to walk straight as she headed for the bathroom. She found herself having to hold on to the wall to keep from stumbling. Her head was floating a lot now and she found it hard to keep her thoughts straight. She was having a great time and didn’t want to stop, but at the same time she was starting to realize that maybe she was already drunk.

As she pulled down the bikini bottom she lost her balance a bit and plopped herself down on the toilet with a thud. She couldn’t help but to giggle a little, “oopsies,” she said out loud.

She moaned with relief as she started to pee, it felt so damn good. Hell everything felt good right now. She looked up in the mirror over the sink and saw the stupid grin on her face and giggled, then she noticed that one of her breasts had popped out of her bikini top. “Hey, what you thnk yur doin?” She then giggled again realizing she was talking to her boob.

She reached up to put it back in the bikini top and as she touched it realized that it felt really good. She took her breast in her hand feeling its weight and then rolled her nipple between her fingers. She moaned in pleasure, “oh wow.” She suddenly realized that she was incredibly horny. It had been ages since she’d touched herself, and she found the need to cum suddenly overpowering.

With her breast still in one hand, her fingers squeezing and teasing her nipples, she reached her other hand between her legs and slid her fingers inside her wet pussy. She was so wet, and couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon she found herself furiously fingering her wet pussy while she played with her large breasts. She was moaning furiously.

When Jen came to check on her she could hear the moans on the other side of the door and realized what her friend was doing. She instantly got wet thinking about Amy on the other side of that door playing with her large breasts and touching herself. She’d always found Amy to be beautiful and she secretly had always wanted to try having sex with her. She’d never been with a girl, and really didn’t go that way, but there was something about Amy. She thought about touching herself right there in the hallway, but then decided it was too risky. One thing was for sure, her husband was getting lucky tonight.

Amy’s head spun with pleasure as her orgasm took hold of her. Her whole body shook and she screamed out with the pleasure that was washing over her in waves. She almost fell of the toilet and had to grab the counter to maintain her balance. She could swear she was seeing stars. Soon the orgasm subsided and she started coming back from the edge of bliss. She cleaned herself up and walked back to the kitchen. The realized the orgasm seemed to have sobered her a bit as she didn’t seem to be stumbling as bad.

When she appeared in the kitchen looking flush and disheveled Jenny started clapping and said, “Wow girl that must have been some orgasm.”

Amy blushed furiously, “Oh my, you heard that?”

“I think the whole neighborhood heard that,” Jenny said laughing. “Don’t be embarrassed, you deserved it.”

Amy sat down with a plop and thought to herself that she did deserve it and her face flushed once more when she thought about that orgasm. “It wuz good,” she said smiling.

She noticed two shot glasses sitting on the table and two glasses of orange juice. “Whatz this?”

Jenny slid her a shot glass and glass of orange juice. “This my friend is a shot, and you are doing one with me.”

Amy just laughed and grabbed the glass and tipped it back… wow did it burn. She wasn’t prepared for that, it burned all the way down her throat and into her tummy. It was a wonderful feeling.

“You’re supposed to chase it with the orange juice silly,” Jenny said laughing as she did her own shot then took a gulp of orange juice. Hers was plain orange juice, but she had spiked Amy’s with vodka. She was figuring by now Amy might not notice.

Amy did take a big swallow of the orange juice and for a moment looked at the glass with an odd expression, but then seemed to dismiss it and pushed the shot glass to Jenny. “anopher one puleze.”

Jenny smilled and filled the glass, Amy was really starting to get drunk, she was slurring her words and swaying a bit in her chair. The oddest thing to Jenny was just how aroused it was making her watching her friend get wasted. She thought about this for a moment, but decided not to dwell on it. She dismissed it as she was just horny from hearing her masturbate in the bathroom earlier.

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I woke the morning after my wedding night a bundle of unspent energy and pent up sexual desire, in other words, I was as horny as hell. The quick tonguing the pretty hostess had given me on the flight over and the fumbling fingering my pathetic husband supplied hadn’t done anything to satisfy me. If anything, they had only served to stimulate me, to sharpen my need for complete satisfaction.

I smiled when I remembered turning the tables on my husband by strapping on a dildo and fucking him instead of what he expected, him fucking me. The memory of him sucking the big rubber cock strapped to me fanned the flames of my desire. Only a long session of whole-body worship by a willing woman would be able to sate me, temporarily. An Amazon like me requires constant attention from a variety of beautiful women to keep me happy.

Steve, my new groom, lay sleeping as I slipped from our bed. He was a real mummy’s boy but I had taken the first steps to cut her apron-strings. Soon, he would belong to me, totally. I pulled on a pair of tight and tiny stretch shorts, a sport crop-top and headed for the gym. It was too early for anyone else to be here so I was able to set it up to suit my requirements. I loaded every weight I could find onto the bench-press bar and adjusted the hydraulic machines to their highest setting and started. And hour later I was feeling less frustrated, but just as horny, which made me dangerous. In this mood I was capable of searching out my prey and, with the force of my will alone, have them submit to my every desire.

I studied myself in one of the long mirrors. My arms and my thighs had been pumped to their magnificent best. Between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my crop-top was a six-pack of bunched muscle that any man would be proud of. My long black hair lay in a thick plat over my left shoulder, the tip resting against a breast that was as sculptured as it was firm. Looking at my image I could understand why so many men longed to have me and why so many women became my willing sex-pets. I was simply gorgeous!

My good mood evaporated the moment I stepped into our room. Steve sat on our bed with a tray of food on his lap. His face looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.

“What’s your problem?” I demanded, going on the offensive.

“Where have you been? I was worried?”

“I woke early and headed to the gym!”

“You could have left a note or something.”

It was time to stop this now! “How dare you lecture me? You were the lazy one, sleeping through the first morning of our honeymoon. If you want to know what I am doing, I suggest you get your ass out of bed at a reasonable time and get with the program!”

He was sulking now. “I only meant that I was worried.”

“I hope you don’t expect me to report my every movement to you because I’ve got bad news for you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I was…oh hell, are you hungry?”

“I’m starved.”

“I ordered breakfast for you.” he said, pointing to the tray on the sideboard at my elbow. “I wasn’t sure what you would want so I got a little of everything.”

I walked passed the tray and around to the far side of the bed. Fluffing up the pillow I sat on the bed and stared at my husband.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for my breakfast.”

A satisfied smirk settled on my lips as Steve quickly set his own tray aside and rush to collect the try I’d just walked passed.

I was happily munching though a bowl of cereal when I sensed him watching me. “What now?”

“I would like to talk about last night.”

I gave a shrug of my shoulders. “Go ahead.”

“I am not going to deny that I enjoyed some of what we did but even you have to admit that it might not be seen as normal.”

“I was perfectly normal to me.” I told him, lifting the lid on a plate of two poached eggs on a bed of buttered toast.

He fidgeted nervously now. “But we didn’t even…even…”

“Fuck?” I finished for him.

The little precious blushed; god his mother has a lot to answer for!

“That’s not exactly how I would have put it, but yes!”

“We fucked, remember. I stuck a big rubber dick up your ass and reamed you.” I told him with a laugh.

“I remember, but you know what I mean, we didn’t do it the normal way.”

“Are you trying to tell me you want to stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me?”

He couldn’t bring himself to meet my eye now. “Yes.”

“I don’t do that.” I told him bluntly.

“You don’t do what?”

“Fuck men.”

He looked like I’d just slapped his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said, I don’t allow men to fuck me.”

“Then why did you marry me?”

“Hey, you asked me remember.” I knew my answer was ridiculous but I wasn’t ready to be completely honest with him just yet.

“Surely you don’t mean that we will never have sex together?”

“That isn’t what I said. We will have plenty of sex; just not the way I think you may have imagined it. If you are a good boy, and do as you are told, you will have more sex than you could have imagined in your wildest dreams.” balıkesir escort What I didn’t tell him was it would be with other men. That is my true weakness, watching men having sex together.

He looked a little happier now.

“Don’t you worry too much about it; we have only been married for less than a day, give things time to sort themselves out.”

To keep him happy, I spent the morning with him. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I guided him to the reception area and found a nice tour for him to go on. He looked crestfallen when he discovered that I wasn’t coming along but I told him I wanted to spend the afternoon making myself beautiful for him. He was still reluctant but I put my foot down telling him it would be best to have a little time apart to think things through.

The moment the bus pulled from the carpark I dashed back to our Villa and slipped into the tiniest bikini I had. The top consisted of some string straps with two triangles of sheer material that barely covered my hard nipples and the pouch of my thong bottoms clung to my shaved vulva so tightly they were clearly outlined. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses I headed to the beach.

It didn’t take long to find my first targets. A mature woman was lying on a lay-boy while her teenage daughter attended her. The woman was stunning in the sophisticated way only the genuinely rich can achieve. Her one-piece bathing suit was stretched tightly over her ample beasts and cut high over her hips to display her long shapely legs. She looked very inviting but it was the insipid daughter who had really caught my eye. She probably weighed no more that seventy pounds and was I guessed, no more than seventeen. Young girls who are so stick thin that they don’t look as though they have the strength to lift their hair out of their eyes disgust me yet I am inexplicably drawn to them. This pathetic little bitch was making my pussy tingle with desire.

I strutted my stuff in front of her mother. The mother shifted nervously on her lay-boy. Holding my hand out at my shoulder height, I asked her, “Have you seen a nervous looking man, about so high, with sandy blonde hair?”

She gave a genuine smile. “And who would he be?”

“My husband, we were married yesterday.”

“And you have lost him already; that was careless of you my dear.”

She had wit, big fucking deal! I promised myself I’d soon have her tonguing my asshole for that!

“Tell me dear, why would he be nervous?”

I forced a return smile. “Because he knows I am searching for what I need.”

“And what would that be dear?”

I swear, if the rich bitch calls me dear one more time I am going to slap her!

“I’m searching for someone who can satisfy me in a way he can’t.”

Her smile slipped and she swallowed hard. “And who would that be?”

I took off my sunglasses and stared into her eyes. “I think it might be you.”

“Is this a joke?”

“I never joke.” I told her as I settled onto the lay-boy next to her’s. Turing my attention to the daughter, I instructed her, “Go to the bar and get me a vodka and soda. Oh, and put it on your mother’s tab.”

The girl looked nervously to her mother who gave her a slight nod of approval. First round to me!

“Let me guess, your husband brought your little family here because he is trying to repay you for…” I paused as I studied her. “Having an affair with his secretary.”

“Personnel Assistant.”

“Same thing.”

“Not quite.”

I was surprised. “How so?”

“His secretary is at least a woman, his personal assistant is another man.”

This couldn’t be more perfect. “And you are trying to punish him?”

“Wouldn’t you?” “Actually, no, I wouldn’t.” I was interrupted by the daughter returning. I accepted the long glass she offered then pointed to the side of the lay-boy. “Kneel here until I find another job for you.”

The silly little bitch obeyed without even questioning it. Her mother only smirked.

“You were saying?”

“If it were me, I’d let my husband have sex with other men if he wanted.” The young girl blushed and turned her face away but stayed kneeling at my side. “But I would demand on rules.”

“Rules?”

I reached out my hand and began to caress the young girl’s arm. “Of course! If it is good enough for your husband to fuck others it should be OK for you to do it too. And if he wants to fuck his new little friend, tell him he can only do with you watching.”

“Why would I want to watch my husband fucking another man?’

“Because it is so much fun!”

“Are you sure?”

I ran my hand over one of the girl’s tiny breast, claiming my territory. “I am training my husband to perform for me. Maybe we could convince your husband to help out?”

“Why not?”

I snapped the fingers of my free hand and the girl turned to look at me. My other hand stroked her breasts, and I could feel her nipples hardening as I told her, “Go and find your father and bring him to my Villa. It is the big one by the beach.”

The mother laughed as her daughter jumped to her balıkesir escort bayan feet and ran off to do my bidding. I stood and held out my hand. “You coming?”

“My name is Dianne.” she said as she rose to her feet.

“What is your daughter’s name?” I asked as I wrapped a muscled arm around her waist and pulled her to me.

“Patty. And what is your name?”

“Darlene.”

“What a beautiful name, it suits you.”

She reached for my breast but I stopped her. Instead, I slipped my other arm under her and scoped her up and carried her back to the Villa as though she was my prize. She didn’t bother to struggle.

I lay her on the bed and told her firmly, “Remove your bathing suit.”

I stood by the bed and watched as she obeyed me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked as she lay back, naked.

“You will satisfy my needs.”

Dianne laughed.

I slipped onto the bed and knelt at her side. “Now undress me.”

When we were both naked, she went to speak, so I lent forward and stopped her by pressing my mouth to her’s. We kissed and I felt her quivering with excitement and I assumed this was the first time she’d ever kissed another woman so passionately. When I was ready, I pushed her away from me.

“What is it?”

I smiled. “It is time for you to pleasure me.”

“I’d be delighted!”

Her eyes dipped to my shaved pussy but I shook my head. “You annoyed me earlier with your sophisticated wit, so now you will have to pay the price.”

“What do you mean?”

I turned away from her, so that I was facing the entrance door. “You may still pleasure me but you will start with my asshole until I deem you suitably ready for greater rewards.”

“Yes Darlene.” I heard her say as I felt my buttocks being gently pried apart and a soft, warm tongue began to explore the crevice between them. I lay on my side enjoying the sensation of having this rich, mature, slut tonguing my asshole like it was a great treasure, which of course it is.

When I heard footsteps approaching the door, I instructed my new slut, “Don’t stop unless I give you implicit instructions.”

Dianne must have realised that her husband and daughter were about to arrive and I felt her tongue probe my asshole with even greater gusto.

The door was thrown open and an angry man stood framed in the doorway. His eyes searched me out and I saw the momentary hesitation as he drank in my naked form. “Do you want to explain what is going on here?”

“Currently, you wife is using her tongue to pleasure my asshole, and I must say, she is doing quite a good job, and shortly I intend to have Patty serve as my sex-pet.”

“What drugs are you on?” he said angrily, as he stormed into the room.

I turned to Dianne and told her, “Stay.” I then climbed off the bed and stood before her husband.

“I know all about your affair with your little friend, the personal assistant.”

“What of it?”

I smiled. “I want to make a deal with you.”

His eyes never stopped moving over my body. “What sort of a deal?”

“I am currently training my new husband to take cock. If you help me with him, I will allow you to watch your wife and daughter pleasuring me.”

“That’s not enough.” he said reaching for my breast.

I caught his wrist and twisted it hard, making his knees buckle. With him kneeling on the floor, writhing in agony I told him, “If you try to touch me again and I’ll break your arm.”

“OK, OK.” he cried.

I gave his arm a final twist and he squealed like a girl before I released my hold. “If you are a good boy, I will give you a reward, later.”

“What sort of a reward?”

“That will depend upon how good a boy you are. Now strip and sit over there and wait for my husband to arrive!”

I turned to the girl. “Patty, come here.”

She approached me warily. She wore a long, unattractive sarong over her swimsuit. “Strip for me.”

“Must I?”

I took hold of her face with one of my hands and pulled her to me. She was quivering with either fear or excitement or both as I kissed her. I felt her body go limp and press softly against my own.

“No, you don’t have to undress for me, but I know how much you want too.”

She blushed deeply as she unfastened the sarong. As it slipped silently to the floor and ran my eyes over her. The bikini she wore suited her stick like body. “Why do you cover yourself up? You look so pretty without the sarong!”

Patty’s blush deepened as she unfastened the top of her bikini and tossed it aside. Her breasts were as small as any I’ve ever seen yet her nipples were a delightful pale pink and I wanted them badly, but I forced myself to not move while she removed the lower half of her bikini. When she stood tall, I pointedly dropped my eyes to her neatly trimmed muff.

“Tell me what you think of my body?”

Patty ran her eyes over my naked body before saying, “You look like a goddess.”

I nodded. “Very good, and do you know what goddesses need?”

She shook her head.

“They need to be worshiped.” escort balıkesir I informed her. “Would you like to worship my body Patty?”

“May I?”

The way she asked so sweetly, it was my turn to shutter with excitement. I climbed onto the bed and pushed Diane onto her back and lay along side her. “You may start with my feet.”

As the young girl knelt on the end of the bed, I felt her hot, wet tongue licking at my toes. I wrapped my arms around Dianne and we kissed. I kept Patty servicing my feet for over an hour before I allowed her to move up to my calves. Her mother had already eaten my pussy by the time Patty was given permission to lick my thighs. I knew Patty was desperate to have my pussy too but she had to earn the privilege of tasting my sweet honey-pot. Dianne had earned the privilege by supplying her daughter so I now allowed Dianne to service my anus again while her daughter licked my breasts.

Diane was rimming me with her tongue as I caressed Patty’s naked body. I’m not sure if Patty even remembered that her naked father was watching her but I knew Diane was aware of having his eyes on her. This was her punishment for him fucking another man. Soon, he would be punished even further.

Patty and I were kissing when I heard Steve demand, “What in the hell is going on in here?”

I turned to him and calmly told him, “I found a few friends this afternoon.”

“I can see that!” he said, pointing to where Diane hadn’t even bothered lifting her tongue from my ass-ring and could be heard lapping away at me.

“Would you like to join us?”

“Join you?”

“Of course. Only this morning you were complaining that you wanted pussy to fuck so I have organized some for you.”

“What do you mean?”

I pointed to Diane. “You can fuck her if you like.”

Steve looked to where Dianne’s husband sat naked on a chair. “Who is he?”

“Diane’s wife, but don’t worry about him, if you want to fuck her, just take her, he won’t mind.”

I was stroking Patty’s naked body as we talked.

“And who is she?”

“This is Patty, she is their daughter, but you can’t fuck her, this sweet slut belongs to me.”

“But I can fuck her mother?”

I took and handful of Diane’s hair and pulled her mouth from my asshole. “You don’t mind if my husband fucks you do you?”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“See.” I said. “She is a slut waiting for your cock, take her!”

Steve began to franticly rip his clothes off. Just as he pulled off the last item of his clothing, I told him, “That is, you can fuck her after you have done one little thing for me.”

“What is that?”

“I want to watch you make love to her husband.”

“You’re joking?”

“I never joke.”

To show how serious I was, I fluffed up a pillow and sat back against the headboard to watch the show. “Come on girls, let’s all sit together and watch the show!”

Patty snuggled up against me, laying her head on my shoulder as she caressed my breasts. When Diane sat next to me, I told her to spread her legs wide apart. When she obeyed, I ran my hand down between her long, shapely legs and stroked her dripping pussy. She moaned dutifully and told Steve, “Please Steve, I’m so horny, won’t you please have sex with my husband so Darlene will allow you fuck me. I am so hot, I need someone to fuck me soon or I’ll go crazy.”

“If I do this, I get to fuck her?”

“Scouts honor.” I said, crossing over my heart. “But I am warning you, I don’t just want to watch you two having sex, I want to see genuine love making.”

“What’s the difference?”

“He’ll show you.” I said, pointing to Patty’s father.

“God you’re a bitch!”

I laughed. “Enjoy honey.”

Dianne’s husband’s name was Terrance and he calmly walked over to Steve and wrapped his arms around him. They were both naked and I watched on with great fascination as they kissed. Terrance began to caress my husband and Steve glanced at where my hand was still stroking Dianne’s dripping pussy. With a sigh, he slipped his tongue into the other man’s mouth and their kiss became more passionate.

We made some room and the men lay on the end of the bed at our feet and started to sixty-nine. I felt Dianne orgasm as her husband took Steve’s dick in his mouth and began to suck.

“See.” I told her. “I knew you’d enjoy watching Terrace having sex with another man.”

“You were so right, this is awesome.”

I finally gave Patty what she’d been longing for, I allowed her to eat my pussy while I watched the men sucking cock. When Steve began to choke and gag, I knew Terrence was blowing a load of cum into his mouth. I orgasmed too!

My whole body began to tingle as Terrence positioned Steve on his knees and began to finger his ass-hole. He pressed his mouth to Steve’s ear and I heard his ask, “Have you taken a cock up your ass before?”

“Not really.”

“What does that mean, surely either you have or you haven’t?”

“Last night, Darlene fucked my with a strap-on dildo.”

Dianne turned to me. “Did you really do that?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Would you?”

As Terrence began to work his cock into my husband’s asshole, Patty strapped my dildo onto me. I put her mother on her knees and took her doggy style as we watched our husbands fuck. Patty continued to worship my body with her tongue, exploring every crevice she could find.

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