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Story by Brian Porter

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“I have a measuring tape somewhere.” Logan was searching in his wardrobe, rummaging in his drawers, and throwing clothes on the floor.

I was excited. I was watching my friend’s ass while he looked for that tape. I was pretty damn sure my butt was bigger than his. He’d finally understand how bad it was to be on the side of the small ones. I was tired of listening to him bragging about how big his dick was. Dick size has never been a topic between the two of us, but now it’s become like an obsession for the two of us. Logan happy on one side, and I frustrated on the other thinking about how to get a bigger one.

“Here it is,” he lifted his arm all the way up as if celebrating his success. “I knew it was here.”

The two of us were naked already so we could measure our butts without a problem. We only had to find out how to do it to each other.

“I’ll measure you first,” he volunteered. “Turn around.”

Apparently, Logan knew what to do already. I turned my back to him. He kneeled and got his face dangerously close to my butt. I watched him from over my shoulder. Logan got the tape around my waist and, without any ceremony, touched my ass while measuring me up.

“Fix it on the front. It needs to be somehow parallel to the ground,” he instructed.

“It is already.”

“Good. Memorize more or less the position of the tape on your body, so you can do the same with mine,” Logan stood up, and I turned around to face him. “Fuck, dude. You have 42 inches of ass. That’s like one of those porn cunts we watch.”

I laughed. “You won’t be able to beat me on this one, asshole. Stop your bullshit.”

“Your turn now,” Logan lifted his arms but didn’t turn around.

“Turn around,” it was my turn to give the instructions. Logan, however, didn’t move.

“It’s better if you do it while I’m facing you. This way, you’ll know if the tape is at the same level. Where was it? Over the pubes?”

“Yeah. Fuck, man. I don’t want to touch your hair,” I protested.

“What’s the big deal? I may have pubic hair everywhere in this apartment, and it doesn’t stop you from coming here.”

He was right. Besides, I didn’t want him thinking I was a whining bitch. On the contrary, Logan used to acknowledge me as his best mate because I was game for everything. Touching his pubic hair shouldn’t be a problem.

“Where was it at?” Logan was looking at his crotch.

“Like here,” I pointed to a spot that should be about one inch above the base of his flaccid dick.

Logan didn’t try to help me with my task. He remained still with arms wide open.

“Go on then.”

Now I understood why he had to get so close to my butt when it was his turn. To get the tape on the other side of the body, you have to do so. The problem is that I was getting closer to his dick and not his butt. So close I could smell his dick and pubes. It smelt more or less like mine I guess. It was not a smell new to me. It was stronger than usual because we had just cum, and he should have dried cum in his pubes. I confirmed it when my hands touched his hair that was a little wet.

“I may have cum there,” he stated the obvious.

“Yeah, you do. You smell bad over here, dude.”

“It’s a man’s scent. Whores love it. You may smell the same.”

“Not as bad,” I was trying to fix the tape into the right position, but Logan started to move around, and the task became a little harder than I expected.

“So, you don’t smell like a man?” Logan laughed.

“Fuck you, asshole. Just stop moving, so I can do this right.”

Logan rotated his body from one side to the other, and his dick, which was hanging down on top of his heavy balls, got a little impulse from the centrifugal force applied by his movement and touched my cheeks. Twice, to be precise. On both sides of my face.

“Stop it, dude,” I complained now. Logan was a joker but I couldn’t let him do whatever he wanted. Well, most of the time I would but not now.

“Just teasing, man. Relax. That’s a dick slap,” he laughed.

“Yeah, you slap your bitches, not me.”

“Relax, man. Chill.”

I could finally finish my job.

“HA! Bitch! I got like seven inches over you,” I jumped up and danced like a freak. “You have only thirty-five inches, asshole,” I twerked as part of my celebration.

“Fuck it, dude,” Logan was disappointed. I loved it. “Now I got to do something about it,” he said defeated.

“What you gonna do? Don’t cry, ok?” I was still laughing.

“Fuck you. Can you stop?” I was dancing over his bed at this point. I hoped down and stopped dancing but couldn’t pretend I wasn’t happy. “I’m saying I need to work out my butt more. That’s all. I think that in three months or so I can get a nice as big or even bigger than yours.”

“Nonsense,” I’d never admit that.

“I’m telling ya. There’s a routine for men who want a big ass that is perfect. It was planned by another student here in this uni.. I’ll show you the routine later. You better watch out coz I’m coming for you.” It was Logan’s turn to laugh now.

I couldn’t let that happen. I’d work my ass twice as almanbahis hard. If he was getting bigger, so was I.

“The real problem here is not my ass though,” Logan continued. “It’s your dick. We need to think about how to make it bigger, right?”

“What do you suggest?”

“We could try some traditional methods like pumps and stuff. There are pills… I don’t know. We gotta make our research. But I know for sure that if you remain limp as I said, it will work best.”

“Yeah, but I said that’s difficult…”

“Hey, try this!”

I didn’t have time to think. When I heard Logan, I only had enough time to catch an object he had thrown at me. When I looked down at my hands, I saw one of his jockstraps.

“What do you want me to do with this?” I asked.

“Sniff it,” He ordered.

“Are you nuts? I’m not sniffing your jocks.”

“Remember when we were talking about stuff that would work like a boner killer? You can think of dicks. My dick. Or the smell of our locker room. This shit smells like the lockers. I’m sure you won’t get hard if you’re smelling that. And if you are hard, you’ll go limp if you give it a sniff.”

“I wonder, man.”

“Well, why don’t we give it a try?”

“What are you planning, bud?”

“I wanna wank again. I’m thinking about that film you love. The one where the guy is very verbal and dominant. Do you remember how he holds the bitch by the hair and asks who owns her cunt?” Logan was being very descriptive. Indeed, that was my favourite porn. I confessed to Logan I loved the way the man dominated the bitch and said shit to her. I’d love to be like him. I mean, be more verbal and say everything I want. But I could not. I’ve tried once, but it was lame. I didn’t feel comfortable at all talking when fucking.

Logan, on the other hand, was a verbal master. He could say so many nasty things to the bitches he fucked, I’d even feel sorry for them. I mean, I could feel sorry for them if it wasn’t so hot. Once I asked him how he could be so verbal. He said it felt natural to him.

It was hot. I can’t deny it. So hot that once I jerked off while I heard him fucking one of those bitches on the other side of the wall. I imagined it was me doing that. When we gangbanged chicks together, I’d cum listening to him saying stuff I couldn’t. Still, I wished I could.

As Logan continued with his descriptions, the two of us were getting hard again. You can’t stop teenagers from having boners. But that was the whole purpose of this experiment. Stop me from having a hardon.

“Fuck, man. Sniff the jock!” He yelled.

“What?”

“Sniff the jock!”

I brought it to my nose and gave it a good sniff. I wasn’t expecting it to smell so strong.

“Fuck, dude. This isn’t washed!” I couldn’t believe I had smelt my bud’s used jock.

“Of course not. You need to smell sweat balls, not lavender. Sniff it again!”

“Fuck, dude,” I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Just do it, man. Before you get hard.”

By this time, I was half hard. A little more and I’d get a full boner. I couldn’t let that happen. I brought the jock back to my nose but made sure to keep a safe distance and sniffed again. I inhaled deeper. It was like a drug, it got to my brain straight away.

“Man, this won’t work if you don’t do it right. Here,” Logan walked to me and pushed my hand onto my face. He rubbed his jockstrap on my nose, and it also touched my lips, eyes and everywhere else.

It was a long torture. I tried to turn my face away from Logan, but he wouldn’t let me. When I finally did it, I was gasping.

“What the hell?” I yelled at him.

“Success!” He yelled back.

“What?”

“Look!” He was pointing at my crotch. I looked down and yes, I was limp again. We both smiled.

“Fuck! It worked.” I was happy too. Could that be what I needed to keep me from having erections? I could still smell Logan’s jocks on my face, but I didn’t care. I was just happy. If a limp dick could help me to get a bigger dick, I’d be down for anything. I was competitive. It could maybe make me one inch longer. I could then use a pump and other stuff and get two or three more. I’d end up bigger than Logan.

“That’s such a great achievement,” Logan laughed.

“I know.”

“But I still need to cum. We should watch the porn together. While I jerk off, you can keep practising.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I wasn’t still thinking about the bad side of the deal Logan was offering me. He knew me too well. I wouldn’t think about anything if I believed I was winning. And, at that moment, I thought I was the winner. I could control my erections. Logan couldn’t. Well, he didn’t need to. But still, I could do something he couldn’t.

In my mind, it was natural for two friends who looked so similar and were so close to challenging each other. We didn’t need to say the word ‘challenge’, but this is what this whole situation was about. We made sure to look the same, so we could be friends.

When I started hanging out with Logan, we weren’t close like now. We met in wrestling practice, and all wrestlers are naturally competitive. During my first almanbahis yeni giriş weeks, I wasn’t so obsessed with winning, but the competitive environment added to the various sorts of advantages offered by coaches and the university to winners awakened me to this side of my personality that I didn’t know. Logan and I wanted to be the best of the best, but we knew that on the top there could be only one. We decided never to talk about it, but that was the reality.

When we talked, we’d pretend we were equals. We could even believe in this, but deep inside that has been never the case. We could go together until the two of us were the only ones left, but we’d then fight each other to know who would get to the top. Alone.

I remember when we were banging chicks. We wanted to share the joy. But I knew that if we ever got to a time where only one would be picked, we’d fight for that. I think we both feared it. We helped each other because we didn’t want to see ourselves colliding. I liked Logan more than anything, and I felt the same from him. But what if we had no choice? What if I had to choose me and not him?

It can be a little twisted, I guess, but that’s how I felt. So, that’s what crossed my mind when I caught myself sniffing my friend’s jockers. I was beating him.

“This shit smells bad,” it did smell terrible, but I wouldn’t stop sniffing it.

“If it smelt good, you wouldn’t go soft, right? I could find you panties smelling pussy, but that would only make you harder. And your dick smaller.”

“Where did you see that getting soft can get you a bigger dick?”

“A friend shared an article with me. I can send it to you if you want. It’s scientific shit. Do you want to take a look?”

“Yeah, sure.”

We both sat down on his couch. Logan was still hard, and I was still holding his jocks. Logan got his phone and opened a PDF file. It looked legit by the appearance of the article. He was scrolling fast, so I couldn’t read it all, but I found the words ‘penis’ and ‘size’ in the title. Maybe, ‘how erections affect the size of the penis’ or something like that.

Logan was looking for the conclusions, apparently.

“Here. They made the research with a hundred guys our age. They found out that guys who were raised in extremely religious families and had never jerked off till the age of eighteen had dicks three to four inches bigger than other guys like us.”

“No shit.”

“I’m telling you.”

“So, these church boys are all hung?”

“Well, as long as they don’t wank, yeah.”

“Fuck. What else?”

“There’s a lot of info. They say morning woods contribute signif… sig.ni… significantly to make dicks smaller…”

“Damn. I’m screwed then. I have morning woods every day.”

“Really? Man, I rarely have one. It must be making yours smaller by the day.”

“What else?” I was becoming increasingly worried about those facts.

“Hey, it makes sense, right?” Logan stated before getting back to the article. “We had almost the same size when we first met. But yesterday, when we were in the shower, was the first time I noticed how small your dick looked. If it looked this small before, we would have talked about it a long time ago, right?”

That sounded reasonable. So, that was the reason why we never discussed the size of our dicks. My dick could have lost one or two inches since the time I started practising wrestling.

“What else?” I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Uh… The more you wank, the smaller you are… Uh… If you keep your dick limp, you can get a few inches bigger…”

“And you still wanna wank?” I asked a little worried for him.

“Man, I’m big. I can lose one or two inches, and I’ll still be above average. I don’t mind sacrificing a few inches if I can still cum. Actually, that would be great for us, right? I mean, I’m more or less four inches bigger than you. If I lose two inches, and you gain two, then we’d be the same.”

“And if you work out your glutes, you could be as big as me too,” I suggested. I was becoming a lot more enthusiastic. I wasn’t a lost cause after all.

I was confident he wouldn’t get a butt as big as mine. Logan never exercised his butt. He believed it was superfluous. As for me, I’d give it top one priority. As for our dicks, I’d have to find a way to keep myself soft even in the morning. I didn’t know how I could do that.

“Are you sure this article is legit?” I asked. I did have my doubts because I’ve never heard anything of the sort before.

“I’m telling you, man. Legit stuff.”

I got my phone and opened google. I just didn’t know what to type. I tried many combinations of words, but I didn’t get anything that matched what I needed. The terms were too vague. I did get a lot of porn stuff, but nothing that looked like science.

“Can’t you find anything?” Logan asked.

“Not really…”

“Well, we got nothing to lose if we give this a try, right? We can go extreme too, so we can get faster results. Like, I wank twice as much as now and keep my dick hard, while you stop wanking completely and keep yours soft. What do you think?”

“Yeah, almanbahis giriş we can try. In the meantime, I can also try stuff like pumps…”

“Sure. We can buy those shit for you. But don’t forget what matters here. I get hard and wank. You get soft and don’t wank.”

“Yeah, I know. I know.”

“Let’s watch the porn then and see how it goes.”

Logan was soft when he turned on the TV.

“You don’t know how to stay soft, and I don’t know how to stay hard. It’s a problem for the two of us, bro. Good we have each other. This can make things much easier.”

“True.”

Logan didn’t take too long to find the video I liked. It had my name on the folder. We once catalogued our favourite videos in different folders. Most of them contained films of chicks swallowing cum, but in my folder, there were several ones of guys being verbal and dominating chicks. I loved when they held them by the hair and spat on their faces. How they’d call them names.

“Here it goes.”

Logan pressed the play, and I was instantly hard.

“I don’t think I can watch this video and don’t get a boner. It’s my favourite,” I was a pessimist.

“So, try harder. Sniff my jocks. Here.”

He took the piece of cloth from my hand and rubbed it against his pubes and balls.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“I’m just trying to help. Maybe you sniffed it so much the aroma is fading already. Try it now.”

Logan threw the jock on my chest. I hesitated for a moment.

“You can’t expect it to feel good. The more disgusting, the better, right? You have to stop thinking too much or this won’t work. Go on and sniff it.” Logan reprehended me.

I brought it closer to my face, and Logan rushed to press the jock against my nose.

“You either go for it or leave it altogether. If you don’t want to go for it and for real as you mean it, then let it go at once.”

I knew that sooner or later Logan would stop helping me. If my dick did get bigger, and his smaller, he’d change the plans. He would never be able to live on knowing my dick was longer than his. It all made sense to me, but it was still too soon to see him giving up. He should have a second plan that I didn’t know yet.

I showed him I was sniffing the jocks while I rubbed them on my face.

“Ew, disgusting, bro,” he laughed.

“Just stick to the plan, right? You get smaller, and I get bigger.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The video was playing in the background, but I tried to focus on the jockstrap. Logan was right. That was utterly disgusting. As I rubbed it against my face, I felt even worse. The video could be hot, but nothing could be hot enough to let me keep an erection while I sniffed Logan’s jockstrap. When I thought that that fabric had his balls’ sweat in it, I felt like throwing up. But I couldn’t quit my part of the deal.

Logan was keeping his. He was jerking off on my side. I think I was paying more attention to him than to the video. I didn’t want to get hard and watch him wanking helped me with my goal.

“I can’t believe you’re not getting hard,” he stated.

“Told ya. I’m taking this seriously, man.”

“Fuck, dude. You’re good. I don’t think I could.”

Yeah, I was more determined than him. Challenges meant a lot more to me than they did to him.

“How do you want my load?”

“I don’t need to swallow it now. The taste can’t have changed…”

“We don’t know that, do we? What if the taste changes even when we don’t change our diet. We need to make sure.”

“I’ll grab the bowl.”

“Good.”

I got the same bowl we had used before.

“Hey, bring the fake cum too, so you can compare. Maybe you want to use the microwave?”

“Sick,” I complained but did heat up the fake cum for a few seconds. Somehow, I felt like drinking it cold was impossible, but warmed up it felt more like a porridge or thick soup.

I brought the bowl and the glass to the couch and sat down. On the TV, the guy was fucking the bitch senseless and calling her names. I was getting hard again.

“Look at my dick, dude. Focus on my dick,” Logan noticed my situation. My two hands were busy, and I couldn’t grab the jockstrap and sniff it.

“Fuck, dude,” the problem wasn’t only the images, but also the sound. I could hear loud and clear how the guy yelled at the bitch, and how she moaned at every thrust of her dick into her cunt.

Logan let go of his dick and brought the hand that was holding it to my face.

“Here smell this.”

“Disgusting!”

“I’m trying to help, dude. Just stop whining and sniff. My hand smell like dick and dick juices.”

I closed my eyes and focused on the hand on my face. Yeah, it did work. Logan eventually let go of my face, when we were sure I was soft enough.

“Dude, you can’t get hard. We need to do everything we can to achieve that,” Logan resumed his stroking.

“Here,” I gave him the bowl and he took it.

“Drink half of the cum. So, you can remember the taste again.”

I took the glass to my mouth and let it into my mouth. Logan had said I’d get used to the taste. I just didn’t think it could be so fast. I mean, it tasted bad, but I’ve never been picky to food anyway. If I were offered this drink without knowing what it meant, I’d say I could drink it without problems. Besides, it was healthy indeed. Logan used egg whites and milk in the formula.

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It was few months after my eighteenth birthday and Melissa and I were going steady. The girl from next door who once said we shouldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend, spent more time with me than with her own family. Melissa sat down on my bed. We had spent the morning watching movies and relaxing together, it had been uneventful. My mom and dad had gone out and left us “children” alone to fend for ourselves.  We were bored, we couldn’t find anything to do. We decided to go look for my dad’s secret porn stash. It wasn’t hard to find; he keeps in under his bed.  Melissa and I slipped the disk into the DVD player travesti istanbul and started watching together. The movie was of girls in their late teens masturbating. I was transfixed, and I could tell it was turning Melissa on too.  Melissa turned to me. “Sean, how often do you jerk off?” I blushed, she just smiled at me.  “I masturbate every day, whether I get laid or not.”  I smiled. Watching the porn movie had made me hard. I had a feeling that I knew what was coming.  “Sean, you want to masturbate with me. I find it a real turn on watching a guy play with his cock.”  I nodded.  Melissa istanbul travestileri switched off the DVD and took me by the hand. She led me to the living room and started to undress. I quickly striped too and sat down in my favourite chair. Melissa sat in front of me in the armchair and opened her legs. I could not help but admire her body, she looked amazing.  Melissa’s soft breasts jutted from her body, with big puffy nipples. She had a flat toned belly and a short strip of hair neatly trimmed above her pussy.  “Sean, stroke your cock for me. I’m going to play with myself too.” I wrapped istanbul travesti my hand around my cock and gently started to jerk off. I watched and her hand slipped between her legs and started to pull and yank on her pussy lips, she parted her lips wide, displaying her yummy cunt for me. Her beautiful pink cunt was already glistening.  Her eyes were locked on my cock as I slid my hand up and down my shaft. The more she stared at me the more turned on I got. Soon I was jerking myself off as hard as I could.  Melissa was multi-tasking. One hand rubbed at wet pussy, making a wonderful wet, slippery sound. As her other hand cupped and caressed her breasts. I could hear her pant and groan under her breath as she played with herself.  I watched in amazement as she slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She started to finger herself, groaning loudly as she watched me.

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Jessica starts her day by taking a long hot shower. She shaves her legs and her pink pussy lips. She then washes her long dark brown hair and pins it up before she moves to washing the rest of her body. She slowly lathers up her body from her head to painted red toes making sure to wash every inch of her body along the way. Slowly she brushes against her soft pink nipples with the sponge and rubs them softly.Once Jessica finishes in the shower she leans over and grabs a towel off the rack to wrap around her wet body. She then moves to wipe off the mirror and looks at her reflection. She brushes her long hair and lets it down while it dries.Jessica then washes her face, puts in her contacts and does her makeup for the day. She starts with a nice smoky eye that makes her green eyes pop, and finishes with a bright red lip stain for her full lips.Now she moves to her bedroom, istanbul travesti looking through her drawers to find something to wear. Jessica drops her towel and slips into a black lace thong and matching push up bra. The thong hugs her ass nicely and gives it great shape. The bra pushes up her c cup breasts and makes them look extra perky. Jessica watches and admires the way her pale skin pops from the black color.She then finds her dark blue skinny jeans and slides them over her firm ass. Then she pulls on a low cut top and finishes the outfit with a sweater that ties under her breasts. She slips on her boots and heads out to do some shopping.—After a long day of shopping and visiting with some friends for a causal dinner, Jessica finally arrives home and gets all the groceries put away.She thinks to herself, ‘I think I want to head to the club tonight travesti istanbul and see if I can bring home anything new to play with.’ She smiles to herself in her full length mirror.So, Jessica strips down to her bra and panties and admires her curvy body in the mirror. She massages her breasts through her bra, gliding her fingertips across her pale milky flesh.She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her full tits jiggle and bounce as they are set free. She slides both hands across her breasts and kneads them in her hands. Then she takes her right nipple between her fingers and tugs and twists it. A moan escapes Jessica’s lips as she watches herself in the mirror.Jessica then takes her left breast and lifts it to her lips. She wraps her red lips around her hardening nipple and gently sucks on it while she continues to play with istanbul travestileri the right nipple with her fingers.She moves over to the bed and before she sits down, Jessica pulls down her thong so she is now standing naked in front of her mirror. She pauses to admire her naked reflection staring back at her. Then she slowly slides herself onto her king size bed and lays back.Jessica moves her right hand back to her hard pink nipples and her left hand glides along her tummy to her belly button. She makes circles around her belly button that causes her to shiver in delight.In her mind, all Jessica can think about is having a man sitting there in front of her as she pleasures herself. His hard cock in his hand slowly stroking.Jessica’s left hand continues its path to her pussy lips. She spreads her legs and looks in the mirror. Her pussy lips are glistening with her juices. She takes a finger and presses it between her pussy lips and brings it up to her other lips to get a taste. A moan escapes her lips again as she tastes herself on her finger.Jessica moves both of her hands back down to her wet pussy.

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In May 1975 I gave my girlfriend Michelle Hanley a tour of my hometown of The Bronx. We were both sophomores at the City College of New York and we had a Wednesday for ourselves. We decided to take her car for the trip back and forth and for part of the excursion within the borough; I would drive because I knew my way around and she could be free for sightseeing. I went out by subway to Long Island City on a sunny morning to meet her around eleven AM.She met me outside her house and I noticed she had dressed up a bit for the occasion. She was a fairly tall girl with lanky medium-brown hair and steel-rimmed glasses. What was most noticeable today was that she had a cute little short skirt, a gray plaid item I had never seen before. She complemented that with white ankle socks and sneakers.As we stood on the sidewalk I commented, “I like that new skirt. It makes me feel like I should be carrying your books home from school.”She put on a tongue-in-cheek coy act, holding her hands together and looking a touch shy, “You should be carrying my books, I mean we’ve been going steady for a while now.” A “while now” meant since last October, and I wasn’t sure how “going steady” would be defined in the present decade. We had since the beginning done whatever two horny college students could imagine doing.I played along a bit more, “There’s a malt shop up there I could take you to if you wish.” That wasn’t an idle boast; there was a kind of luncheonette/ice cream parlor that had been serving generations of dating youth since at least the 1940s. Actually, the old-fashioned soda fountain setup survived in quite a number of places throughout the city.She said, “That would be swell, but don’t think that with just an ice-cream soda you can start getting fresh with me.” That was so silly we both laughed at it.I drove her 1971 Coronet north and crossed the Triborough Bridge. We chatted a bit about the scenery, especially the impressive Hell Gate Bridge parallel to our route. istanbul travesti We affectionately touched other, I squeezing her knee and she rubbing my shoulder. Soon after we entered the borough we drove under about ten blocks of the Third Avenue El that hadn’t been demolished yet. The trestle ended abruptly; I realized I would miss its 19th Century charms, its wooden stations and platforms.Then I drove west into an unusual landscape of steep ridges and sharp valleys covered with dense blocks of apartment houses. I had grown up in this environment and still thought that this was the standard by which to assess the rest of the world. After we went through my old street and had seen my old schools and other landmarks, I drove north to Fordham Road.We parked in a municipal garage on Jerome Avenue and then went for a stroll on Fordham Road, a major crosstown shopping street. One of the things that I wanted to show her were the movie theaters that still were an important part of the life of the street. Unlike today’s multiplexes, they each had a distinctive look and personality. There was the tiny Capri, little more than a storefront, the neoclassical Fordham, and the Art Deco Valentine.A block down on the west side of the aptly-named Grand Concourse was the Loew’s Paradise, the grandest Bronx theater of them all. The front of the building went up several stories above street level.We stood there for a few minutes as I reminisced about my eighteen-year-old self and my high school graduation that had taken place in there almost two years earlier. I described being on this sidewalk and seeing my hopeless crush, Margot for one of the last times. It was hopeless in that I had been seated next to her in a class for all of senior year and we never could find much to say to each other.Michelle knew about much of this already, “The human mind is amazing, I mean how could you waste so much time and energy on someone who wasn’t interested? What did she look istanbul travestileri like that day?””Instead of her usual blue jeans, she was wearing a short white dress with white stockings and white shoes.””So virginal. Was she really one?””I don’t know, she sometimes dropped hints that she wasn’t, I mean I overheard her talking to other people.””Dropped hints, huh? Let me clue you in, girls can make up as many stories as boys to cover up the virginity thing. It ain’t 1957 anymore when maybe they did the opposite.” I had a couple of friends she knew about who had admitted that their tales of sexual exploits were fabrications or, to put it more plainly, lies.I then went on recalling my movie palace experiences. “They had almost 4,000 seats in there and on a weekday afternoon, there would be about fifteen customers. I remember seeing Serpico and The New Centurions here.”She looked up at the marquee, “I see it’s a triplex now.””Yeah, it became a duplex in ’73 and just recently it went to three.””But there still must be a lot of room in there, and it’s only one o’clock.”I think I knew what she was getting at although I still asked, “So what?””That means we can go in and fool around a bit, like people do at drive-ins.””Okay, but there’s no car in there.”She came closer and put her arms around my shoulders, “Come on, let’s see what we can get away with. The Passion Pit, that’s what they used to call drive-ins.””Have you ever done this before?””No, but I’ve always wanted to try it. So what do you want to see?””What difference does that make?”Always practical, she said, “Well, in case it doesn’t work out we can simply watch the movie.”She stepped back and I think what sold me on this proposal was the sight of her bare, strong legs. She ice-skated in the winter (which I could also do to some degree) and played tennis in the summer (which I was completely inept at). She saw me examining her and she grabbed her skirt and swirled it back and forth.We travesti istanbul checked the signs in the box office window and saw that The Day of the Locust would start in fifteen minutes. That happened to be a film I did want to see anyway. After I bought the tickets I asked her, “What exactly are we going to do here again?””We’ll assess the situation and then figure it out.” I suspected that she already knew more than she told me but I was used to that by now.The ornate lobby was done in a “Venetian” style unlike anything seen in the actual Venice. Beyond that, the vast auditorium had been divided into three parts. The balcony had been sealed off to become its own unit, while the main floor had been divided into two halls by a new wall down the middle. Our showing was going to be in the unit on the left side. We picked seats in the left rear corner, three rows from the back. Two of the old ornate walls formed the angle behind us.There were only a handful of other customers there, perhaps five or six, and they were all many rows closer to the front. I supposed there weren’t a lot of Nathanael West fans in the Bronx. Some orchestral music was playing on the sound system at a moderate volume. Nevertheless, we kept our voices down when we talked during the few minutes before the start.Michelle looked down at her ankle socks and said, “I feel like one of those bobby-soxers that used to go to the Paramount. Didn’t they throw their underpants at the stage sometimes?””That was for Tom Jones, not Sinatra, as far as I know.””Did you think I’m wearing panties now?”I knew she wasn’t the kind to walk around the streets without them but I said, “I guess I’ll have to find out soon, won’t I?””Maybe I don’t have any, which means you have a very bad girl on your hands.””Well, I can’t spank you in here, that’s for sure.”The idea of that was very exciting, however. It would make an interesting role-play, the stern usher and the wayward female patron. Maybe it would be a tipsy girl who wouldn’t shut up during the show. It sounded promising but I knew Michelle would need some kind of plausible location for a game like that. It wouldn’t be today, of course, but if anyone could find the right place Michelle would be the one to do it.

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Dorothea Simms wobbled and nearly lost her balance as she tried to dodge the large puddle that had formed right in front of the door of the doctor’s office. Thankfully, it was her boots that ended up a bit damp, and not the rest of her. ‘Imagine that!’ she thought. ‘What an absolutely frightful sight to arrive at the doctor’s soaked through.’She could still hear the rain hitting the roof as she opened the door of the building and made her way to the small desk. A rather nice looking young fellow was sitting behind the desk, and, clearly bored, was reading the morning paper. Dorothea cleared her throat. The young man fumbled slightly, but put his paper aside, straightened himself up, and, his cheeks flushing slightly, attended to her.‘Name, please, Madam?’‘Mrs Dorothea Simms.’The young gentleman shuffled a few papers around, looking for something, and then said, ‘Are you here to see Dr. Tavistock?’‘I am, yes.’‘Excellent. He is just with another patient, but will see to you shortly.’‘Thank you,’ Dorothea said.Turning to leave, so she could sit down and wait, she heard the young man ask, ‘Excuse me, Madam, are you the daughter of Mr Roger Simms?’‘No,’ she said. ‘I am his wife.’Again, the young man flushed, clearly embarrassed. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.‘How do you know my husband?’‘My father does business with him, on occasion.’Dorothea smiled softly. ‘Quite,’ she replied.She went and sat down and waited for Dr. Tavistock, her mind wandering as she floated off into her own little world. She could’ve sworn she heard her husband’s angry voice, accusing her. ‘You’re away with the fairies again, Dorothea! Pay attention.’ Retreating into herself and going off into her own little world was all she could do to endure such a hideous man, and such a hideous match.The last time she had come to see Dr. Tavistock was just over two years ago, when she was not long married to Roger. She’d come here to procure certain tools, so that she wouldn’t fall pregnant. If she had Roger’s baby, it would make it harder for her to leave him. But today she was here for an altogether different reason.Dr. Tavistock came out into the waiting room, a homely looking woman walking out beside him. Everything about her was short and round; from the shape and size of her body, to her face and cheeks. She was looking very bonny and rosy-faced, and she thanked Dr. Tavistock several times.Accepting a folder of papers from the young man behind the old oak desk, the Doctor smiled and said, ‘Please, follow me Mrs Simms.’Once inside the Dr’s private room, Dorothea noticed an unusual smell. Her nose crinkled slightly, trying to identify the scent. It smelled vaguely familiar, but she istanbul travesti couldn’t quite place it.‘How may I help you today Mrs Simms?’ asked the Doctor. He was a handsome man, with intense, curious blue eyes, that Dorothea imagined saw everything. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to miss much about a person. His light brown hair was clipped short and fashionable, as was his beard, and the clothes he wore were new and smart and they looked like they were made on the Continent, rather than in England. He smelled of rich tobacco.Dorothea felt foolish all of a sudden, and she hesitated slightly. Dr. Tavistock raised an eyebrow, questioning her. ‘As of late, Doctor, I’ve found I’ve been very frustrated with just about everything, and I know not the cause of this. My moods too, have been irregular. One moment I can be choleric and angry, and the next, indescribably jubilant. I’ve started biting my fingernails,’ she said. To prove her point, she held up her hands, where indeed, the Doctor saw that the nails had been nibbled at and were ragged looking. If she continued this, there was no doubt that she’d bite down to the quick and potentially do some real damage.Dorothea continued. ‘Some days I feel so angry and pent up, that I could just burst, but alas, I am unsure of how to release these feelings or how to calm myself down.’‘I see,’ Dr Tavistock said.‘It was thought that an Aunt of mine suffered from an affliction of the mind, and she was always prescribed laudanum when she was feeling particularly tense and angry, or even if she was too happy.’‘I see,’ he repeated. He inhaled and then exhaled deeply, studying Dorothea’s face. ‘And you’d like me to write you a prescription for laudanum, Mrs Simms?’‘If you believe it to be the right thing to do, Doctor.’He was silent for a moment, thinking this over. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her curiously. She was a pretty young woman, it had to be said. He of course was aware who her husband was, and frankly, he thought it a shame that she was married to an old man.‘Would you please remove your shoes and get up onto my examination table, Mrs Simms?’ asked the Doctor. Carefully, and with more grace and dignity than he was used to seeing, she gently got up on the table and lay down. ‘Have you heard of female hysteria?’‘I have.’‘Do you know how it is treated?’‘I have heard only rumours, Doctor,’ Dorothea said.Dr. Tavistock smiled to himself. ‘I enjoy rumours. Tell me what you’ve heard.’Dorothea hesitated, feeling embarrassed, but in a small voice, she said, ‘I had heard that sexual intercourse is a treatment.’‘Not sexual intercourse,’ said the Doctor, correcting her. travesti istanbul ‘No, there are other methods.’‘Am I suffering from female hysteria?’ asked Dorothea.‘If you are left untreated, you may very well become hysterical.’ There was a pause, and all Dr. Tavistock could hear was the loud ticking of the clock on his desk and Dorothea’s rapid breathing. ‘If you would please raise and spread your legs.’Again, Dorothea felt unsure, but she did as was told. After all, he was a Doctor, and she was the patient. He knew what he was doing. Her knees bent and feet flat against the examination table, she felt Dr. Tavistock pull down her stockings and lift and fold back the many layers of her clothing. Thank goodness the wide crinoline was on the way out.She felt a distinct waft of cool air against her inner thighs, as well as her nether regions. She felt tense and nervous. Her wretched husband was the only man thus far to see her nakedness. She felt intensely vulnerable. The only way she could calm herself was to try and retreat back into the corners of her mind and into her fantasy world.‘If you could please try and relax, Mrs Simms?’Dorothea tried to calm her breathing, becoming very conscious of her inhales and exhales. When she felt his fingers touch her sensitive inner thigh, she yelped. ‘It’s quite alright, Mrs Simms.’ His fingers traveled further up her thigh until he was near to her most private parts. He inched slowly nearer the area and stroked the dark triangle of soft pubic hair. Dorothea closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.  ‘Now, with your permission, I’d like to treat you further? It won’t take very long.’Dorothea swallowed hard, clenching and unclenching her fists. ‘He’s a Doctor,’ she repeated to herself. ‘He knows what he is doing.’‘Yes,’ she answered quickly, giving herself no time to think on it more or change her mind. Dr. Tavistock traced two fingers up and down the length of her vagina. He parted the lips and saw that she was pink and puffy, her clitoris small and still hiding. Very slowly, so as not to hurt her, he pushed a finger inside, and waited for the reaction. He heard a long low moan, and when he slid his second finger inside her, she moaned again.He felt her starting to lubricate fast around his fingers, and deciding that he may not need to use the oil, he pushed his fingers in and out a few more times, and then pulled them out for good, tracing them up the lips of her vagina and placing them near her clitoris.Dorothea’s breathing increased more and more, as she felt something new and exciting. Her body had never had this reaction to anything before, not even with her husband, who’s lovemaking istanbul travestileri was always quick and rushed.She felt him start to rub her, and her knees jerked. ‘It’s quite alright,’ she heard the Doctor say, his voice slightly muffled from where he was sitting at the end of the examination table, her many layers of clothing obstructing her view of him. He rubbed again, this time more gently, and Dorothea felt her body relax further, her limbs feeling nice and loose.The gentle rubbing seemed to be having the right effect on her, so he upped the ante. He started to rub a little faster as she lubricated quickly, his fingers having no problem in gliding over her clitoris as he worked to try and cure her. His cock started to strain against his trousers, and her delicious sounding moans started to fill his office. He dare not relieve himself though, not while he was with a patient.‘Oh my God,’ Dorothea thought, over and over again. She felt so alive and ready to burst. In her mind, she imagined walking up to a precipice and peering over. Would she take that leap and let go? Oh but it felt so good.‘Not long now,’ Dr. Tavistock thought, as he once more picked up the pace and rubbed furiously. Her musky odor had hit him hard, his cock desperately wanting to be free. ‘Not long now,’ he repeated to himself.Dorothea closed her eyes and imagined the precipice once more. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and the muscles in her thighs were jerking and twitching. If she wasn’t careful, the spasms would cause her to go overboard. She gripped her skirts, and clenched, pulling them slightly higher. She was edging slowly closer, the fall was growing nearer and nearer. She had to jump, she had to.As soon as she imagined leaping into the precipice, her body gave in and she burst. She writhed on top of the examination table, her mouth open, one long moan escaping her. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly and her hips were rolling with the motion.Dr. Tavistock slowed his touch of her, waiting until she had ceased to moan and her body had stilled itself once more before he removed his fingers from the area altogether. From around her ankles, he pulled her stockings back up and then folded down her skirts.When Dorothea sat up, her face was flushed, and she was smiling widely. The Doctor looked more than satisfied with his work. He wiped his hands off and sat back down at his desk. ‘Would you still like that prescription for laudanum?’ he asked.‘I don’t think I’ll be needing it,’ replied Dorothea.Dr. Tavistock quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Dorothea. ‘This will be an ongoing treatment. I shall see you in two months’ time.’Dorothea Simms wobbled and lost her balance as she tried to dodge the large puddle that had formed right in front of the door of the Doctor’s office, her shoes soaked and the bottom of her skirt dragging through the puddle. She did not care.

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Judy had a warm shower, and then I got her to lay face down on Kate’s bed whilst I attended to her sore, well-spanked bottom. Being naked in front of me didn’t seem to bother her – though it was doing things to me that both aroused and confused! I rubbed a soothing cream, along with some arnica into her bruising. She seemed very happy to be mothered, and I tucked her up in bed with a cup of hot chocolate, and told her to get some sleep.‘Thank you, Ruth – you’ve been lovely!’I kissed her on the forehead. As usual, she was being incredibly kind. I didn’t think I’d been lovely at all.‘Get some rest, Judy. I think a good sleep will do you the power of good after this afternoon.’Once I’d sorted Judy out, I made myself a hot drink and sat sipping it in the kitchen. I needed to calm myself down. I thought about the relationship between Judy and my daughter. Without a doubt, Judy was the best thing that had happened to Kate. She’d changed in the last six months; she was so much more grown up, more mature. She didn’t get into trouble as much. Even her hockey had improved. She’d grown taller and stronger, and was a better player now than I’d ever been. I thought a lot of that was down to Judy.I knew they had sex. It was hard not to hear them, and I didn’t begrudge it at all. If anything, I was a little envious of the relationship they had. They seemed so happy and full of fun. From what I’d observed, and what Judy had told me, Kate was the dominant partner in the bedroom – though they seemed pretty equal when in company. Strange how things turned out, given that Judy had been the Head Girl at school.Until istanbul travesti Kate and Judy started going out, I’d never thought twice about my sexuality. I’d always just assumed I was heterosexual, and that was it. But seeing the two of them together had opened my eyes in ways I’d never considered. And now, the feelings coursing through me were challenging everything I thought I knew about myself. I’d never thought about women in a sexual way before. But when my daughter brought Judy home, she had shown me there was more than one choice.And here I was, feeling the same attraction. Even now, an hour later, I found I was still shaking. And not just from the spanking I’d given Judy. The feelings I’d experienced as I’d given Judy relief – I’d never had those kinds of feelings before. Rubbing cream into her bottom later hadn’t helped – I’d found my fingers starting to wander and had to force myself to stop taking advantage again…Now, sitting here, I could feel my pussy demanding attention. I just wanted to make sure Judy was asleep first, before I…Before I went upstairs and masturbated. I could no longer deny that that was pretty much all I had been thinking about since I had spanked Judy. The anticipation had been building in me ever since. It felt like a very naughty thing to do, but my need was like nothing I’d felt before.After slowly washing my cup I consciously made my way up to my bedroom. The bathroom was between my room and the one Judy was sleeping in, so I hoped she wouldn’t hear anything. I still had my king-size bed, despite the fact I didn’t have much travesti istanbul use for it any more. My husband had left for pastures new over four years ago now, leaving me on my own to bring Kate through her teen years. In that time, I’d had one, brief fling with another man, and spent a lot of time alone. Too much time.I couldn’t deny that seeing Judy almost naked in front of me – and then seeing her reactions after I’d spanked her, didn’t turn me on. Thinking of her now had my breath quickening.I slipped off my shoes, and pushed my jeans down, tugging them off. I noticed how damp my white satin panties were. Not surprising, given the thoughts that had been going through my head during the last couple of hours. Next, I removed my vest top. I stood there in my bra and knickers.I Looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t too bad, I thought. Still fairly trim – maybe just a little extra on my arms and thighs, but not bad for forty-two years old. I took my bra off and looked critically at my breasts. They weren’t quite as perky as they once were. I was still a size 34C, but there was undeniably a little bit of sag. I remembered Judy’s full, white breasts, and my breath caught in my throat. I had wanted to touch them, to kiss them…My nipples were hard. I reached up and took hold of them, and rolled them gently between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Little shocks coursed down through my body, as if they were directly linked to my clit. I moaned, and squeezed each nipple hard, gasping as I felt my knickers start to flood.I hadn’t masturbated for over a month. But right now, istanbul travestileri my need was overwhelming; the events of the afternoon had woken something that had been asleep for far too long, and could not be put back in its box.I moved one hand down to my cunt. My pussy lips were clearly visible through the soaking material of my panties. I gently ran my fingers over them. I felt another shock as I did so, and another moan escaped my lips.I eased my hand inside the top of my knickers, enjoying the feel of my pubic hair. I slipped a finger into my crevice, and felt the slick stickiness there. I closed my eyes and the image of Judy over my lap, legs slightly parted with her swollen vulva on full display came into my mind.Bending my knees, I pushed two fingers right into my cunt, making sure they were coated with my sticky secretions. Then I raised them to my mouth and sucked them, tasting my essence. I could hear myself making noises like a glutton, feasting on the finest of foods, relishing the flavour…I thought about what I had done earlier. I thought about how I had enjoyed looking at Judy’s near-nakedness, and how I had taken advantage of her when I’d finished spanking her. How I’d slipped my fingers into her pussy and made her cum, and then how I’d tasted her…‘I’ve been wicked!’ I whispered to myself. ‘I’ve been a very naughty girl, and deserve to be punished!’I reached for my hairbrush. It was the same one I’d used on Judy earlier, and I’d put it back on my dressing table. Holding it in my right hand, and still looking at myself in the mirror, I brought the back of the brush down hard on my right buttock with a loud crack. I drew my breath in sharply as the spank landed painfully. I repeated it on my left buttock with the same result. With resolve, I quickly gave myself another four spanks on each side, as hard and as quickly as I could.

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The first time I went to the campus health clinic I only needed a routine exam to renew my birth control prescription. But then I met Dr. K who got me to agree to allow him to help me destress and ended up making me cum repeatedly. The only issue is that Dr. K also ended up cumming inside me and never did give me that prescription for the morning after pill or my birth control. I’m back for my follow up appointment the next day as Dr. K instructed and I hope to correct that situation.

I announce my name and am brought right back to one of Dr. K’s exam rooms. This time there’s an exam table and a small bench along the wall. I’m told to undress completely and not given a paper gown. They ran out earlier in the week and haven’t been able to replace them.

I perch uneasily on the table awaiting Dr. K. This time he comes in with another doctor. I do my best to cover up my breasts as both men appraise me with heated looks and big smiles.

“You look just like my daughter Kate,” the new doctor says warmly. He’s bald and paunchy with a gray mustache and goatee and a belly that protrudes from his labcoat. He’s shorter than Dr. K who has a build like a retired linebacker, wide shoulders and frame, and dark hair that has gray around his temples. “I’m Doctor Nelson,” the new doctor greets me.

I nod and smile, happy to hear I remind him of his daughter. Maybe Dr. K will just write my prescription and send me on my way. I’m really embarrassed about my last visit and the way we ended up getting truly inappropriate. My cheeks flush at the memory of his mouth between my legs followed by his dick sliding in and out of me. Thinking of all the ways the doctor expertly played my body starts to get me wet with excitement and I shift on the table, knowing that no matter what I say, my body enjoyed how it felt.

“Kelsey, how do you feel after our last examination? I was telling Dr. Nelson of our arrangement and he’s here to assist you in your needs.”

“Dr. Nelson is here to assist me?” I ask dumbly. Does that mean Dr. Nelson wants to fuck me?

“Can’t have you girls going out and getting diseases from unprotected sex with these boys. I’m sure with routine visits, we can ensure you get what you need without all that risky behavior.” Dr. Nelson pats my naked thigh in a friendly way, but yeah…he definitely wants to fuck me.

“Dr. K, about risky behavior…” I redirect, noting how Dr. Nelson is now stroking my leg as if sizing up how he’s about to dive into his new patient. “I believe I need to get the morning after pill as soon as possible.”

“Now Kelsey. I’m a doctor. I know what you need.” He pushes me gently back on the exam table so I’m laying flat. My legs inadvertently part to help balance leaning back and Dr. Nelson wastes no time in stroking between my parted legs.

“Nice. Very nice. Her response is almost immediate,” Dr. Nelson observes to Dr. K. He drags his finger over my damp opening, pressing gently to slide past my lips and into the folds. I jolt at the sensation of a new stranger’s hand touching me so intimately and press my legs together.

He chuckles and withdraws his hand before coming to stand closer to my head. My arms are crossed over my chest and my legs are closed, but I still feel very vulnerable.

“Kelsey, honey. We already got past this. You agreed that you wanted my help in relieving that stress you were feeling. I can tell you’re overly stressed again.”

“I’m stressed about my doctor inviting another doctor to touch me inappropriately,” travesti istanbul I practically shout.

Dr. Nelson clamps his hand down over my mouth.

“That is not at all what we are doing here young lady. We’re providing you with a much needed service. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But I do advise that you will not be provided with birth control without your full cooperation. I don’t approve of whoring yourself around campus and helping to cause another STD spread among the student population from wanton unprotected sex. Dr. K and I are making ourselves available to help with your desires and needs at much cost to our professional selves. You can either partake or move along.”

I feel completely ashamed at Dr. Nelson’s words. He basically called me a whore for wanting birth control.

“What about Dr. K cumming…um, ejaculating inside me?” I ask quietly as both doctors stare down at me. “Aren’t I at risk of getting pregnant?”

“You let me worry about those risks. I’m fully capable of ensuring your health is a top priority honey.” Dr. K says soothingly now that he can see me caving to their offer.

At my silence, Dr. Nelson takes my hand and starts to pull my arm to my side, revealing my naked breasts. He goes slow, waiting for me to verbally protest, but I don’t. I let him put his hand on my breast and massage it gently.

Dr. K smiles down as Dr. Nelson lowers his warm mouth to my breast, tracing my nipple with his tongue in teasing circles. The nub immediately hardens at his attention and begins suckling on it gently in long pulls. I relax back as his hands roam my sides and abdomen in silky strokes as his mouth continues nursing at my breast.

Dr. K has moved to my legs that are draped over the edge of the table and pulls out hidden footrests and locks them into position.

“Slide down Kelsey.” Dr. K instructs, and I whimper as Dr. Nelson’s mouth leaves my breast.

Both men help push my hips down the table until my ass it right at the edge before they each take a foot and place it in the footrests, drawing my legs wide apart.

“Relax your knees outward honey,” Dr. Nelson tells me before diving his hand between my legs. He leans against the outside of my spread leg, placing his free arm wrapped around my leg and gripping my knee. The other hand presses inside me. I feel at least two fingers prodding and pushing. He’s not as gentle as Dr. K and it almost feels like an exam.

“She’s very tight,” he tells Dr. K as he withdraws his hand. “Was she a virgin when you took her?”

“No. But she’s clean. I ran the tests myself yesterday.”

They continue chatting about me like I’m not even there, save for the hands stroking my breasts and between my legs.

Dr. K replaces Dr. Nelson’s hand and starts gently pumping his fingers in my pussy again. He’s so good at that. It’s like a massage with the way he just rhythmically pushes and pulls, twisting his fingers to coat them better in my juices. Every now and then his presses his thumb up against my clit. I stop caring that I’m being talked about like a specimen and enjoy how his hand feels, because fuck that feels good.

“Do we have your permission to proceed Kelsey?”

“Mmmm,” I respond, not wanting to move as the wetness gathers from Dr. K’s hand and I can hear the squishy sounds from my enjoyment.

“Kelsey!” Dr. K commands withdrawing his hand. “A verbal response is needed.”

“Y-yes. I want this.” I stammer wanting the istanbul travestileri feeling of his hand between my legs again.

“Good girl. Dr. Nelson, would you do the honors?”

Dr. Nelson slides in place between my legs, sitting on a stool he grabbed and I feel his mouth come down between my legs, licking all over. He’s sloppy with his attention and I feel his tongue everywhere. His tongue slides around my pussy lips and into the crease between my thighs and pussy. He pulls the flat of his tongue over my clit and down my slit which finally feels good. I rise up to meet him trying to direct him back to my clit, but his hands merely cup my ass and hold me in the raised position, slicking his saliva over my puckered hole. He continues twisting his tongue in my ass, poking and prodding until I relax under his administrations.

It feels weird. I don’t normally let guys go there because it doesn’t feel clean, but Dr. Nelson continues licking and sucking the skin around my asshole. He lowers me slightly and uses one hand to prod the opening gently. I jerk away a bit, but Dr. K puts his hands on my hipbones to hold me in place as he watches Dr. Nelson go to town.

I can feel myself loosen at his touch as he slips another finger inside me. My pussy clenches on air getting excited but still unsure about Dr. Nelson’s attention.

“How are you doing Kelsey? Is that feeling good for you sweetie?” Dr. K asks me as Dr. Nelson primes my ass.

“I need…” I don’t want to say the words out loud.

“Yes baby? What can I do to help you feel good?”

“I want something inside me.” I blurt out. I need something to fill my pussy. I’m feeling worked up but it’s not enough.

Dr. K chuckles and unbuckles his pants. I think he’s finally going to slide himself inside me and I practically sigh in relief. But he doesn’t move Dr. Nelson out of the way. He simply pushes his dick against my lips.

“Open up sweetheart.”

I try to tell him that’s not what I meant, but he pushes his dick inside my mouth as soon as I open my mouth. His dick is warm and smooth. He tastes salty but not unpleasant. I raise my eyes up to him with his dick inside my mouth. He takes that as permission to start sliding gently back and forth. He pulls all the way out and I automatically open for him to push back in. My tongue swirls over the head of his penis as he allows me to raise my hand and grip him. I’ve given head before but never to someone his age. He’s much gentler than the guys my age. Like he’s seeing what I’ll do instead of demanding me to automatically deep throat him. So now I want to impress him. I want him to think I’m amazing.

He caresses my cheek and tucks my hair back behind my ear as I begin moving my head back and forth on his cock. I relax my throat to pull him deeper and feel proud when his eyes hood in arousal. His breathing picks up and I can feel his balls pull tight as I continue sucking him deeper in my mouth. Just when I think he’ll cum for me, he gently pulls his dick from my mouth.

“I’m ready,” Dr. K tells Dr. Nelson, and I hear the stool scoot across the floor as Dr. Nelson vacates his position.

Dr. K stands between my legs and slides his dick deep inside me. I groan from finally being filled with his hard cock. Like before, he wraps his arms around my raised legs, pressing his warm body up against the back of my thighs and ass as he fucks me. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of the doctor inside me. His hand strokes my clit and I’m istanbul travesti sweating from the buildup of him bringing me to the edge. Dr. Nelson is now alongside me and grasps my nipples, pinching them between his thumb and fingers before rolling and pulling them. The pain takes me over the edge as my pussy clamps down on Dr. K’s cock, milking him deeper inside me. I feel him pull up tight to me and dump his load inside me. I don’t even care that he came inside me again. It feels fucking amazing. My hair is sticking to my face as I lay on the table spent with an orgasmic glow.

But Dr. Nelson is not done. Dr. K grabs a hand towel from drawer behind him and moves to sit on the bench and catch Act 2 of the show.

I can feel Dr. K’s sperm dripping out of my opening, but my legs are still raised. I hear a crank and the footrests are drawn higher up and my butt leaves the table.

Dr. Nelson probes his fingers into my pussy drawing some of the mess and then moves it to my ass, pressing his lubed fingers inside the tight hole. I hear his zipper come undone before something larger is pressing at my opening. I arch my hips. I don’t do anal. But again, Dr. K comes to stand next to me and holds my hips in place.

“Shhh. Relax Kelsey. You’ll enjoy this.” He strokes a hand across my sweaty brow sweetly. “Keep your eyes on me. It will only hurt for a brief moment.”

I watch Dr. K’s blue eyes as he smiles at me in comfort before Dr. Nelson presses his cock past my tight ring and slips inside me. I close my eyes at the pain. It fucking hurts.

“Let it happen sweetheart. Just let it happen.” Dr. K smiles down at me in approval as I relax and look up at him. Dr. Nelson has squirted some lube on his dick and he’s sliding more comfortably in and out of my ass. It feels strange but it’s starting to not hurt.

Dr. K kisses me on the forehead. “What a good girl you are. I’m so glad we met Kelsey.”

Dr. Nelson is pumping harder and his breathing is loud in the small room. I can feel his belly hitting the back of my legs, raising them up out of the foot rests as Dr. Nelson goes to town on me. He reaches a hand to the juncture of my thighs, sliding through the sperm and fluids and rubbing against my clit.

“Oh,” I moan. It feels good. Just a little pain with so much pleasure. I can feel my orgasm building again.

Dr. K starts massaging my breasts and Dr. Nelson sticks his fingers inside my pussy fucking me with his hand in time with his cock fucking my ass. Everything is dripping and oozing out of me as I rest my head back and take the pounding. Yes. I’m letting two grown men fuck the shit out of me and it feels so good.

Dr. K covers my mouth as I yell out and arch off the table. Dr. Nelson cums right after me shooting his hot load into my ass with a grunt.

“If only my daughter was as agreeable as you, young lady,” Dr. Nelson says with a quick tweak to my clit as he pulls out of me gently. I wonder at his statement, questioning if he had tried to have sex with his daughter. The doctors were both my dad’s age. Would I have sex with my own dad? My pussy clenches as the forbidden thought.

I’m cleaned up gently by Dr. K as Dr. Nelson wipes down his cock before stuffing it back in his own pants.

“She’s absolutely perfect Dr. K. Thank you for including me in your therapy session.” He shakes Dr. K’s hand and turns to me. “Kelsey, you have a lovely ass, and I am so happy to have helped you. I’ll see you next time.” He gives a little nod and leaves the office.

“For follow up. I’m going to ask something a little more rigorous of you Kelsey. I’ll need your assistance in one of my lectures.”

I shiver at his words. What could he possibly want me to do in one of his lectures.

To be continued…

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Author’s Note: This is a rework of a story from 2016 to correct grammatical errors and plot inconsistencies. Pee and masturbation only. There is no sex in this story – ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 – KQ

There she was again, sitting in the same place on the bleachers, just like every other year, in total depression. Looking across the gym floor, everyone was having a good time while her thick bottom – not fat, just built bigger from waist to thigh – warmed the bleachers. She had occupied that same place on those bleachers through every dance she ever went to. It did get lonely doing it with a little larger ass than she’d like to admit to. It wasn’t enormously large by any means, but a size 12 underwear (she only wore briefs, she didn’t feel she deserved anything else) didn’t exactly get you noticed by the guys that liked twig bitches. She didn’t even have a large breast size at 34a, which solidified her invisibility. And again, there she was; and as usual, there she sat. Completely invisible to everyone. Even her 2 best friends had escaped to make it to the dance floor for what was going to be their last high school dance. Again she reiterated to herself again that that was even more proof that she wasn’t worthy of anyone. It was the same ongoing battle that had persisted for her entire teenage life.

She thought back as she was a young girl and how the other girls in her middle school classes would tease her for being “fat” or “chubby,”which was totally untrue because she couldn’t control her body shape. Nonetheless, it’s something even the guy she liked the most spit back at her when she finally got the strength to leave him a message in his locker. She was sure that she was safe because he was always so nice to her. Apparently she totally misjudged his character and now that she thought about it, Drew Barrymore pretty much hit it dead on when they showed flashbacks of her in school in “Never Been Kissed.”

“School really is like that for losers like me,” she thought.

Finally, after several minutes of feeling low and worthless, she got up and walked out of the gymnasium to head to the bathroom, where no one could see or judge her – or at least it would be less likely from there. In that same token, she could continue to judge herself in her own mind. However, at least it was just her instead of what seemed like hundreds of others.

Tracy was hoping to be able to duck into the girl’s locker room bathroom so she could be alone to wallow in self pity, but unfortunately the door was locked. Her heart sank again as her desperation built even higher. This meant that she’d have to go in and risk the chances of running into someone seriously undesirable (at this point, that would have been pretty much anybody, only because she desperately wanted to be alone.) She passed the senior high lockers as she worked to the back stairway, turning to the rear bathroom entrance. Both the boys and girls bathrooms were housed in the same part of the back wall, just different directions off of the main entrance; the boys straight ahead and the girls to the left. Tracy paused. There was no way she was going to be able to handle anyone that she could run into in there; but then again, there was the chance it would be less likely to be busy there than the front of the gymnasium with all of the other kids so she took a deep breath and cautiously entered the bathroom.

She entered quietly, hoping that she could draw as little attention to herself as possible. Thankfully she found that the door must have had a new hydraulic hinge and made little noise as she pushed her way in. A small wave of relief ran over her as it meant she could easily close the door without it slamming if she held the handle long enough and eased it shut. Seeing that the sinks and mirrors were completely devoid of the usual “make-up” girls also made her feel even more at ease. She attempted to find a way into one of the three smaller stalls, only to find that her luck had run out and the bathroom was full.

Looking under each one, she saw a girl with jeans around her ankles and lace panties hovering around her calves while she was on the phone, talking loud nonsense to someone on the other end. She’s guessing it was someone out near the dance floor because she could hear the music as the girl was talking loudly (and then she wondered why she didn’t just bring the girl she was talking to into the bathroom with her.) The second had a girl with rainbow knee socks on and a leather miniskirt around her ankles and resting over combat-like boots and the last stall had a pair of dark jeans around the girl’s ankles and a pair of red and what appeared to be black zebra striped panties, possibly boy shorts, pushed farther down in them than the first girl’s jeans. Totally deflated, Tracy realized that that meant she was going to have to go into the empty handicapped stall, which hadn’t had the handle fixed like the hinge on the door (“as of yet” she thought, however she also knew that even if it was due to be replaced that it didn’t help her in any istanbul travesti way right now. This just added even more to her disappointment, which was now becoming frequent tonight, something she had started to resign her despair and her body was less tense, though she didn’t realize it right away. She just simply had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to completely lock herself away, the door being left open a crack.) Thankfully her bladder wasn’t going to open her up to any embarrassment right away. She took a seat on the toilet, knowing that it would be almost impossible for her to fall in and totally embarrass her for the rest of the entire school year, not just the rest of the night.

Tracy started to wonder what she had done to have her friends abandon her like they had. Normally they came and went every so often; however they had been gone abnormally long this time. Had she made them mad? Had she offended them? Or had they just forgotten she was there? It didn’t really matter anyway because it was probably just best for her to be alone at this point. She’d be really rotten company right now.

Tears ran down Tracy’s cheeks, almost without notice. One of the toilets flushed and a door opened. Someone stopped at the sink, washed her hands and perhaps did a make-up check before heading out.

“Of course it couldn’t be the bitch on the phone,” she thought as the girl’s loud voice continued. To add to her displeasure, the phone had been put on speaker.

“What in the actual fuck?” Things are just getting better,” she thought.

Tracy’s despair was now growing into annoyance and a low level of anger. However, on the upside of things, she hoped the girl would stay as long as she could because it meant Tracy could cry as much as she wanted without getting caught. She wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of what would happen if someone caught her.

Tracy had learned how to make herself cry softly so it was barely detectable to most, though it was enough for her to cause her to sniffle a lot. Her nose ran continually, almost as if she was crying out of her nose instead of her eyes. If anyone heard that, it would be apparent just what was going on. Another toilet flushed and she could see under the stall that the girl in the rainbow socks had opened the door and left without washing. She cringed at the thought of her not washing, but was glad to know that she was down to just the one screaming girl in the first stall and was very glad and surprised to know that no one else had come in. It was a very busy dance out there and there were a lot of skanks – er – other girls out there that would need the bathroom. Perhaps they were up front using the one off of the concession stand near the main entrance – no wait, that’s locked – which made her realize that this wouldn’t offer her any more privacy.

Finally, after just a few more minutes, Tracy heard “I have to let you go! I told you I was coming to the bathroom and I just can’t pee with you on the phone! I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

“Thank GOD!” Tracy thought. Maybe I’ll finally be able to have some time to myself so I can think and just be alone. “It would be amazing!”

“I’ll talk to you in a minute, ok! Just leave me alone so I can pee in peace!” the girl repeated.

And with that, thankfully, she hung up the phone. Soon the sound of an early trickle, which increased to a steady stream and a sound of relief coming from that first stall. Tracy recognized the sigh of relief because she had had it many times. Sometimes inside and sometimes outside, as the need was required. Suddenly, however, Tracy realized that her crotch was starting to feel rather warm. Was she getting excited listening to this girl as she peed?

“Oh my god! What the hell is happening?!?” But then she thought back to other previous times she had been in a stall peeing and hearing other women pee as well. Things had been warm and wet before, but she never thought anything of it because she thought it was just the relief of her using the toilet and how good it felt. It now came to her that it wasn’t that at all. Listening to another girl pee seriously turned her on!

Tracy’s hand began rubbing her crotch, where a serious increase in heat was growing. She ran the tips of her fingers across her pussy and dug the tips of them over the area over where her clit was located, eventually stopping to rub firmly over it. She couldn’t believe what this was doing to her.

After being out of touch with reality for about a minute, she was brought back to reality when the toilet flushed. She sighed and took her hand away from her crotch. Eager to know who she was dealing with, she peeked through the slightly open door of the handicap stall and waited. And then she waited longer. No one came out.

“What the hell? She thought. “I wonder if she’s ok…”

Tracy thought she should check on her. Opening the door just enough to see across to the stall, she could tell that whoever was in there had her legs straight out and shook as if she was straining travesti istanbul them. Tracy thought for a second and knew almost instantly what was happening because she knew what happened when she…got off…masturbated…yes! That’s it! But oh my god! Was she really lucky enough for this? She immediately moved back into her stall and watched from under the door so as to not get caught and listened. She could hear heavy grunting and slight screeches. The girl was almost near climax and Tracy wanted to be too.

Before she could get more than one button of her button-fly pants done, the girl came hard and held onto a heavy pant while maintaining the high screech she had been doing. Tracy saw her legs at full extension while shaking in orgasm. It was obvious that she was spent as her legs relaxed and her body seemed to double over, trying to recover from a harrowing orgasm. Tracy was totally soaked now, knowing that this anonymous girl had just had an enormous cum, obviously thinking that the bathroom was totally empty. Tracy paused in concern that she could be caught, but did find solace in the fact that she was on the other side of the bathroom and was very unlikely to be noticed. Tracy then saw the girl’s legs bend back up into a seated position and heard her tear off some toilet paper and wiped herself. The girl stood up, the toilet flushed again and she wiggled as if she was pulling up her pants. The bolt on the door slid open and a panic and excitement swept over her while she peeked through the gap of the open door and waited to see who it was. When she did, she was somewhat surprised, though not shocked after a couple of seconds.

Out came a blonde haired beautiful junior named Charity, a girl that was well known around school to have her pants off more than on. Nonetheless Tracy found her to be beautiful in many ways. She had very pale skin and fairly light blonde hair that went to her mid-back. She was thin, something Tracy envied because she was not and never had been (she compared herself mentally, reliving each true detail that made up her physical build – larger with a darker skin tone and smaller tits while Charity held herself at about 5′ or 5’1″ max and maybe 110.) Charity was one of those “twig-bitches” she always referred to.

Tracy’s evaluation continued. Charity had a very girly pink tank top, which was about 5 shades lighter than her pants, it seemed that more covered her tits than it didn’t, but that’s likely because it was too big for her. Tracy approximated that she was a solid A or maybe a very small B cup. Tracy actually rather enjoyed that she was flat-chested. In spite of everything that just happened and although Tracy had never really had had same sex thoughts (in real life), she half-seriously thought about jumping her and do things to her that she had never thought of before. She was suddenly shocked by her thoughts of lust. Tracy’s fantasy quickly ended there, though, as Charity left the bathroom.. Her hand, which had opened all of the buttons on the front of her jeans by now, allowed her to more carefully work on removing her pants if she wanted to. She was now finally alone, just like she wanted to be, but it was for a very different reason now.

Tracy wasted no time at all plunging her hand deep inside her pants, still standing in front of the now half open, pushing her hand through her dark bush to find the hard nub that was her clit.There was nothing to say about the size of her clit because it was fairly moderately sized, but stood out on its own when she was turned on. Right now it felt like it was 3 times larger than normal.

Her clit always suited her well enough to get the satisfaction she needed. She spent hours teasing herself until she almost orgasmed before backing off for hours (she learned later that that was called “edging” and it made sense, though it didn’t matter what it was to her. It worked wonders for her and had since she was about 13.) She waited as long as she could until she knew she couldn’t hold off any longer. She had watched both straight as well as lesbian porn, although the latter was less often but and although she didn’t expect it, this experience would change that significantly. She was imagining Charity in that toilet stall, rubbing herself. She was wondering if her pussy was shaved, trimmed or entirely untouched like hers. Maybe there was a landing strip or something different? All in all, it really didn’t matter. She was building one hell of a cum, mentally screaming, “so close!”.) Of course that’s just exactly when she heard the door open and it wasn’t just one set of feet, but 2.

“Tracy?” the voice called out. “Tracy? Are you in there?”

It was Tori, her best friend since middle school. Her voice was distinct and certainly a little inquisitive. Tracy hurried to get her hands out of her pants (and she was very glad that she kept them on) when Tori recognized her dark blue jeans and her distinctive standard white Converse Chucks.

“Tracy, I know you’re in there and you’re not sitting down and doing your business.”

Tori istanbul travestileri opened the unlocked door the entire way, went in and pulled it mostly shut, and looked at Tracy who was furiously hurrying to button up her pants. Their other friend, Angela stood just inside the door, but back against the wall opposite of the toilet.

“Tracy? What are you doing?” Tori inquired.

“I just went to the bathroom and now I’m trying to button up but I’m having a terrible time.” Tracy said with a voice as cool and soothing as she could manage, which was not at all. In fact, she was still panting, and not lightly.

“Why are you sweating so hard? And you’re shaking plenty – wait!” Tori said, interrupting herself abruptly. “I know what you were doing! You were playing with your puss!”

“What?!? I was not! Like I said, I had just finished peeing and I was trying to close my buttons but only had one done when you barged in here!” Tracy said defiantly.

“I know better. You look like what I look like when I’m about to get off! We’ve talked about sex a lot of times and you’ve never admitted that you masturbated. Why did you hide it? I was certainly not afraid to admit it. Angela even admits it! Why weren’t you comfortable telling us? I would have been more than cool with it.” Angela nodded in agreement.

Tracy, certainly nervous, suddenly realized that her bladder was somewhat full as her nerves began to make her bladder spasm, pushing down on the pee that had started to build in it. Somehow this made her even more turned on.

Angela, had recently joined their group and had tagged along to the dance with them (though somewhat reluctantly.), She silently stood there taking it all in. She was an 18 year old junior, only because she was held back a year when she transferred in from another school out of state in 6th grade. She had certainly gotten screwed because the school they’re in now wouldn’t accept the standards from the state she came in from because they didn’t meet their state’s standards. This school was just 15 minutes from her previous one. Tracy and Tori were completely oblivious to her standing there with them now that Tori was interrogating Tracy about what really was going on in that stall.

Angela’s hair was short and dirty blond and was cut to fit her face, which was somewhat round and her blue eyes stood out magnificently. She was a little round and just slightly pudgy. Her pubic hair was almost an invisible blonde. If she did any sort of trimming, no one would notice. Not at all thinking about the current situation, Angela did something that all of them had done before; taking a pee while they were all in the same bathroom.

Tori continued to pick at Tracy. Tracy was blushing deep red which covered up her flushed face from rubbing her pussy so furiously. Ignoring everything, Angela pushed down her pants and pulled up her long shirt so it didn’t get wet. It was at that moment that Tracy completely stopped listening to Tori. She had a new focus and it was making her entire pussy throb, allowing her to fall even deeper into lust. Looking up at Tracy’s face and realizing that her attention was no longer focused on defending herself, she turned to see what had distracted her. Suddenly, both of the girls had their eyes locked on Angela’s pussy, which was somewhat plump and lippy. Angela didn’t at all pay attention to the other two girls as she continued holding up her shirt and hovered over the sea. She looked down at her pussy as her stream began to build into the toilet, only looking up when she was satisfied that she was safe.

Angela’s stream was fairly forceful as she lifted her head in relief, only to be caught off guard by her two friends that had a death stare at her mounted above the toilet seat, but failing to realize just where their eyes were.

“What?” Angela said with true confusion.

“Well, it’s…your…” Tori stammered.

“My what??” Angela was confused and her stream began to slow, eventually to a dribble.

“Well, I think Tori means…” Tracy began, feeling entirely emboldened by now. She drifted off for a few seconds, but came back, with a little dignity. “It’s just that when you guys came in here, I was rather “enjoying” myself. Tori was interrogating me because I got caught ‘sticky fingered.’

Tracy giggled in the middle of what she was saying and her face became less flushed.

“She was asking all sorts of questions about why she didn’t know that I did it after all of the times she talked about it with me.”

“Jesus!! Will you just tell me what’s got you two all screwed up?” Angela reached for some toilet paper as she pushed out two small, final remaining spurts of pee.

“The thing is is that she doesn’t know what got me all hot.” Tracy, continuing to be uncharacteristically bold, then told them both the story about Charity and just how she got all worked up and it started with the sound of her peeing. Then she pointed out that Tori apparently had more than just a little interest in Angela’s cunt as Tracy finished her story. Tori stared hard at Angela’s crotch, which was wide open, leaving what was in between them open for a free show. Her face had a complex and conflicted look on it, yet her eyes most certainly had an interest in what just happened.

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I put part 1 of my story into the ‘Loving Wives’ category, as I very much consider myself to be a loving wife. But some of the comments I received made me think this was more suited to the ‘Fetish’ category as it contains smoking…so that is what I’ve done for part 2 of my story.

Bust just to remind readers, my story is about two main themes: my sexual discovery as I matured through my 30s and 40s, and my introduction to smoking to initially please my husband, and my continued smoking for both of us.

+++++++++++++++

Following on from my previous story in part 1, I met Sam outside in the bar 2 months later. His grin was ear to ear after the other girls had gone inside after we finished our cigarettes.

Our previous encounter was still fresh in my mind, and I was disappointed I missed him last month.

‘Sam, I’m surprised you didn’t come back last month for second helpings, I teased. Maybe you didn’t rate my “helping hand. “Maybe I need to turn my married smoking jerking off skills somewhere else!’

‘Rachel. I so wanted to see you last month but I had a client meeting which I couldn’t get out of. I can’t stop thinking about our last encounter. I didn’t have your number to let you know. I don’t suppose….’

I took him by the hand and led him into the alleyway.

‘Would you like me to smoke again while I jerk you off?’

‘I…yeah. That would be fantastic! Thank you.’

As before, I got down on my knees, unbuttoned my blouse and got my tits out. I then undid his zip, removed his hard (large) cock, and started stroking it. He started moaning for faster, so I lit my 120 cigarette and went at him.

Again he grabbed my hair and called me a blonde cocksucking bitch as I was on the final fast and furious finish. He gushed a healthy amount of cum, and as I slowed down, I sucked on my cigarette and blew some of my smoke onto his cock.

‘Oh you fucking bitch, that’s fantastic. Take me in your hot smokey mouth. Suck my cock baby.’

I didn’t fully oblige, but I did give him an extra treat. I took him in my mouth and cleaned the head of his cock with my lips and tongue.

I then stood up, wiped the dirt off my knees, and put my tits away like the respectable lady that I am.

“Rachel, that was just mind-blowing! Fucking amazing. I’ve been thinking….Look, is there any way we could meet up. Please come back to my place so that I can return some of your favours. And of course, if I’m honest, I dream about fucking you senseless!’

‘Well Sam,’ I replied, ‘I have been thinking about it, but not tonight. How about I give you my number, you text me your address and I come around the week after next. My husband is away with work for a few days, and I will take a day off work. I need some “me time” and you could just be the medicine I need. I’m thinking about Wednesday afternoon. ‘

‘Rachel, that’s perfect. I can’t believe it. I will be counting down the days. It will be worth your while!’

‘I hope so Sam. I hope so… Here’s my number.’

We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

I got home to my lovely husband, and as he kissed me he said ‘Rachel. What have you been eating? Anything exotic? I can still taste your smokey mouth, but there’s another lingering taste.’

‘We did share some funky flavoured potato chips, so I guess that could be it’ (rather than explain my cock cleaning mouthwash..).

‘That’ll be it. Anyway. Whenever you get home after a night out these days, there’s something different.’

‘All part of your sexy wife service’ I smiled.

What a lovely bedtime fuck we had!

The Wednesday morning before meeting Sam in the afternoon, I had my nails done. They were a perfect red. A fine complement to my long all white cigarette.

I pampered myself, took a shower, fixed my hair, and started to dress. I decided on my lace top hold up black pantyhose, high heels, and a short tight dark grey dress that just about covered my ass. Just….

As I was knocking on the door of being 40, the dress would probably be described as being ‘inappropriate’ as well as obscene.

I felt like I was a high class escort. I felt great!

I had also been studying some porn, specifically blowjobs. I mentioned in part 1 it wasn’t really my thing, and I don’t even pleasure Mark in that respect, but I do realise what pleasure it can be for a man, and the ‘sexy in control’ feel for a woman to please her lover. I decided that I was going to go for it, but I wasn’t ready for face fucking or gagging/ deep throat just yet. Besides, whatever I learned with Sam, I would transfer the experience to Mark.

I was ready to go. I respectably istanbul travesti covered up with a long raincoat with a belt tied at the side, checked my hair and makeup, and got into my car for the 15 minute drive to Sam’s apartment.

I felt both nervous and excited!

I parked up, got out of the car, and walked up to the apartment block and pressed his buzzer.

He answered in seconds. There was nobody around so I said, ‘Sir, your escort has arrived. Can I come up?’

He buzzed me in and my heels clattered on the tasteful wooden floor as I walked to his ground floor apartment.

He opened the door and I think he was going to say something about the “escort” quip, but when he saw me, he just looked me up and down and smiled. ‘Rachel. Wow. Please come in.’

I smiled as sweetly as I could muster wearing fuck-me heels and looking like an escort, and I said, ‘Why thank you Sam’ and stepped in.

I had a large shoulder bag with me that held a few items….

I put it down, took my coat off and threw it somewhere in the hall. I think he liked what he saw when my coat was removed..

I pushed him up against the door, put my tongue inside his mouth for a few seconds then ordered him, ‘Stay there, take your pants down, and get your cock out.’

30 seconds later I returned. I went into the living area to get a throw cushion to kneel on. I might be on my knees for some time- or maybe not….

I noticed his cock was out and already hard. He was stroking it and smiled when I returned.

‘Sam,’ I said. ‘I know during our last few encounters I told you that blowjobs were off the menu. Well, today’s your lucky day. It’s the “house special”. But just one thing – no face-fucking me or deep throating me.’

‘Whatever you say’ he replied.

I sank to my knees and put his cock in my mouth. I started slowly licking, then graduated to sucking. I was also jerking him into my mouth at the same time so he wouldn’t thrust.

I licked his balls, licked his cock end to end, and scraped my red nails over his wonderful manhood. As I continued sucking, my saliva turned into a general slobbering, and I took his cock out and rubbed it all over my face.

All this time he had hold of my hair and sometimes my head, and he resumed with his expletives. Maybe I really was a blonde cocksucking bitch whore. Whatever I was I didn’t care. My sexual enlightenment was ever developing, and I couldn’t believe how good my cocksucking made him feel.

This continued for a few minutes and I was totally into my blowjob routine. I probably could have kept it up for a good while longer, but Sam said ‘Rachel, another 30 seconds and I’m gonna explode.’

I stopped my sucking and jerking action and stood up. In my heels I was as tall as Sam. I put my mouth close to his ear and whispered ‘If you want, you can empty your balls down my married throat. I won’t spill a drop.’

With that he said, ‘Oh, fuck Rachel. Get on your fucking knees you blonde fuck so I can squirt my seed into your mouth.’

I knelt back down and dutifully opened my mouth wide with my tongue out to catch any stray drops. He had taken over his own cock wanking and was on the short strokes when he let out a roar.

From my jerking off encounters with him I knew he spurted a lot, but when it’s all coming into your mouth at high pressure, a girl needs to be on her A game to catch it all. I managed gracefully to get most of it. A few dribbles on the side, and even a few splashes on the floor.

I closed my mouth, swished it around my mouth and through my teeth (as if I was mouth washing after a few cigarettes on a night out before going to bed), then swallowed. This was so many firsts for me all at once.

I was proud of myself. I swallowed his seed ok, I didn’t gag, and it went down the hatch like one of the smoothies I have after my gym class, albeit a bit salty.

I showed him my empty mouth like the good blonde fuck whore that I evidently was, and stood up.

I felt a few dribbles at the side of my mouth, so I used my red nail to scrape his cum from ìmy face, then lick my finger.

‘Rachel, that was just mind-blowing. Fuck. Thank you so much. Amazing.’

‘That’s OK Sam ‘ I said. ‘The day’s not over. I think it’s your turn now to pleasure me.’

‘Oh, wait a minute’, I said. ‘I’ve just noticed something. We can’t have that!’

I knelt down again and got on all fours. I put my tongue out and slowly licked up a drop of cum off the floor. I noticed another drop on the other side of the cushion and crawled over to it to lick it up.

I stood up and said ‘that’s better. I told you I wouldn’t spill istanbul travestileri a drop.’ And smiled sweetly.

‘Rachel. Can I marry you?’

‘No Sam. Just fuck me. Now grab my bag and lead me to the bedroom. By the way, I hope there’s an ashtray in there. There had better fucking be. A girl is in desperate need of a cigarette!’

‘Rachel. Don’t worry. I made sure!’

I knelt (as always!) on all fours on his bed, with my pussy and ass in the air, and my tight dress still (amazingly) still on, with it bunched up somewhere in my midriff.

‘Sam, open my bag,’ I demanded. ‘Get me out my cigarettes and lighter. Also, you will see a bottle of lube and a slim vibrator. Lube up my ass and gently insert, and I mean gently, the vibrator up my ass. Don’t switch it on! I’ve been practising the last few weeks to relax my muscles. I’m not ready for anal sex today so don’t even think about it. Maybe next time. You will also see a large dildo. Pleasure me Sam, until I finish my cigarette and you’re ready to fuck me.’

‘Rachel. I am here only to give you pleasure. By the way, you look fucking amazing!’

Sam lubed my ass, and had obviously paid attention. He slowly slid it up my asshole, and left out about 2 inches. That was enough. It felt good. My muscles were relaxed and I easily accepted it.

He then started shoving the big dildo up my pussy. I was already very wet. Then he really started going for it vigorously! Which was generally OK and felt so wonderful, but the problem was I had my unlit cigarette dangling from my lips, and his vigorous thrusting meant it was bouncing up and down and I couldn’t light up.

‘Sam,’ I mumbled. I took the cigarette from my lips and said, ‘Slow down a bit. Don’t you want to see me light up?’

‘Oh. Sorry Rachel’ He said. ‘Of course I do!’

I flicked my lighter into life and sucked on my cigarette. Oh wow. That also felt so good. I took a few lungfulls to get me going, then instructed Sam to start up again. Which he enthusiastically obliged!

I really gotta say, he was great with his technique. He sped up, he slowed down, he ploughed me hard then gently. He tried it from different angles, rubbed my clit, and I went through a series of mini climaxing.

‘Oh Sam baby. Fuck your blonde whore with her dildo while she sucks down her smoke. That’s right baby. I need my smoke. I need my pussy fucked senseless!’

I forgot to mention to him that during the last few years as my sex has increased and my body craves it more and more, I’ve started to squirt. I had a huge orgasm a few minutes in, and drenched his hand and the dildo.

‘Rachel’, he said, ‘can you turn me on any more? You really are a dirty bitch!’

He sped up with his dildo action, and I sucked in more smoke as I seemed to be in one long state of orgasm.

Sam noticed I was nearly finished with my cigarette, and he told me he was ready to fuck me.

‘Not before you roll me over and clean me up with your own oral action’ I said. ‘But first take the vibrator out of my butt!’

Before he took it out, he gave it a few enthusiastic strokes. Oh fuck. That also felt so good. He then popped it out,and spat into my now gaping asshole, then fingerd my ass for about a minute. I was moaning again, and I confirmed I was his dirty bitch for him to do what he wanted. After he fingers came out, he went at me with his tongue- as far as he could get up my ass with his tongue. He licked,sucked, and tongued me in and out. I was almost getting a sore throat from all the moaning I was doing!

He then rolled me over and started cleaning my pussy with his tongue. My thighs – and the bed- were very wet. He did a cursory clean up of my inner thighs, but soon went back to pussy. It was now my turn to grab his head, and I started writhing and rubbing my aching wet pussy on his face. I climaxed again and pulled his face into my pussy as hard as I could. I nearly suffocated him!

I was now desperate for his cock inside me.

‘Sam,’ I pleaded. ‘Just fuck me. Fuck me like yout blonde fuck–doll. I need your cock in me NOW!’

This was the moment of no return. Yes, everything I’d done up until now most likely (read definitely!) fell into the category of cheating wife, but this was the big one. But I felt so good. I needed somebody else’s cock in me besides Mark”s. My sexuality has been awakened so much that I couldn’t get enough. Mark couldn’t satisfy me 24/7. Our sex life is amazing and would only get better. But right now, the only thing on my mind was Sam fucking me and pumping his second load of seed into me.

Sam didn’t need much encouragement… I was already soaking down travesti istanbul there, so he slid his rock hard cock into me.

I shouted out, ‘Oh Sam baby. Your cock is amazing. Fuck me as hard as you can!’

He went at me with him on top for a few minutes, and I soaked the bed even more.

‘Sam’, I said, ‘let me go on top. I love being fucked that way.’

Sam was happy to comply so we changed positions. The extra thrusting he could produce like this meant he could fuck me harder. And boy did he go at me. It was mind-blowing! We were both heaving for breath when he said ‘I’m about to cum!’

‘Pump it into me ‘ I shouted. ‘Unload your balls into me. Ahhhh. Fuuuuuck!’

He pumped a good helping of second load into me. I nearly passed out. He climbed off me and said ‘Clean me up. Clean my cock you married bitch.’

I obliged with my tongue and mouth, then he wiped his wet cock on my dress.

I was spent. I curled up under the covers. He put his arm around me and told me I was amazing.

I felt strange- as well as completely and utterly sexually satisfied.

‘Sam,’ I said. ‘I need to rest. Also, this is going to sound strange, but don’t be intimate with me. Go and clean yourself up or something. We just fuck each other, ok?’

He looked a bit hurt, and I didn’t really care – we both got what we wanted. But I couldn’t be intimate with him or have some sort of ‘normality’ in mundane things, if that makes sense. To have that would mean our liaisons would be something other than what they were.

‘That’s OK Rachel. I think I understand. That was utterly amazing, and I want us to continue to do what we do. If this is how it’s going to be, then so be it. I’ll take a shower while you get some rest.’

I think I drifted off for about 15 minutes. I heard him come back into the bedroom.

I sat up when he came back, and lent over to get my cigarettes and ashtray. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror.

I can tell you this- I certainly wasn’t looking glamorous in any shape or form.

What was left of my lipstick was just some red smears on my cheeks. My mascara was all over my eyes giving me panda eyes. My hair was matted with sweat and probably some splashes of cum.

Rather than looking like a high class escort, I looked like I was giving 10 dollar specials to the whole apartment complex! Even my cigarette dangling from my lips I’m sure didn’t elevate the look.

I was a total mess but Sam was still up for more,especially when I lit up and sucked deeply. The smoke seemed to lift me up a bit. I was savouring every deep breath. Some of the time I smoke for men (mainly my husband, and now a little for Sam) but sometimes it’s just for me. This was one of those times.

I so needed this. I could have chain- smoked the whole packet. I desperately wanted another, however, I know that over indulging is probably a bad thing. Cigarettes have been good for our sex life and I truly enjoy them, but I’m also aware that smoking too much is probably a bad thing for me in the long-term. So I tried to moderate, in fact moderate everything in life — apart from sex!

I’m a healthy, attractive lady, who works out and eats well, and I want to keep it that way. I don’t want cigarettes to be a problem now or in the future. So I resisted the second cigarette, and smoked this one all the way down to the filter.

‘Sam,’ I said, ‘it’s time for me to go. No more sex today. Im done, and totally satisfied. But more next time.’

I started to get up up and put my toys and my cigarettes and lighter into my bag.

‘Rachel,’ Sam said, ‘don’t you want to get cleaned up first?’

‘It’s ok Sam, thanks, but cleaning up here is too intimate and I want to do this at home. Thanks for an amazing afternoon. I’m sure I will never forget this. But there will be more times. I will call you sometime in the near future.’

With that, I opened the door and put my head out to make sure that there was nobody around. I said goodbye to Sam — I didn’t kiss him — and then walked very quickly to my car.

Driving home, again I was desperate for a cigarette, but I resisted.

I noticed I was leaking a bit as I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. ‘Fuck’, I thought, ‘I’ll have to give the seats a wipe over later’.

I was conscious that I had two loads of Sam’s seed in me- one in my stomach, and one in my womb…now leaking out over my car seat.

I got home, cleaned myself up with a long shower, and relaxed with a few glasses of wine and waited for Mark’s call that evening.

When he called he asked me how my day had gone and I said, ‘Actually it was quite energetic- this afternoon I went for the bit of a workout but I’m totally beat now!’

Mark replied, ‘hey babe- got to keep that beautiful body looking fit and gorgeous!’.

I may share further stories of my sexual enlightenment. Look out for part 3….

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[This story includes bodily functions–peeing, pooping, and periods–as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will be much more comprehensible if you read the previous chapters first. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women’s Republic characters.]

Kate arrived back at Corrections headquarters in the capital refreshed from her visit with her husband and wife, Harry and Glenda. There was a relaxed and loving atmosphere in the house where her two partners lived in the Women’s Republic’s second city.

She had not only enjoyed a lot of sex with her husband and wife but had caned them. Kate realized that in addition to asserting her role as the “responsible woman” in charge of the family group, she got satisfaction from disciplining her two partners. After all, she had granted them the supreme privilege of sleeping together when she was back in the capital.

Back in her cozy suite in the headquarters–Bachelor Officers’ Quarters, she realized that with her promotion, she would be expected to assume more of a leadership role in the Service. This needed to be done carefully, because she figured that many vets already in leadership posts likely resented her fast rise and, even more, her star status arising from her having been featured in Goose Cookers lingerie commercials.

Only minutes after she had reached her suite, her cell phone rang and when she answered, it was her friend, Warrant Officer Kathryn, who during the day managed the most demanding procurements for the Corrections Service. She sounded happy to have reached Kate and asked if she could stop by. Kathryn’s own rooms were two floors away.

Kate had already been missing Harry and Glenda; her three-day stay with them made her feel she was in a family again, more than when she visited her own family there as its ‘responsible woman.’ She enthusiastically said that she’d be delighted if Kathryn stopped by now.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Even taking into consideration the several-hour drive she had just completed coming back from the second city, Kate liked the way she looked. Her dark hair looked fresh, and her chenille blouse and crimson skirt suited her. She felt she was in good shape to welcome Kathryn. She also told herself that she looked damn good at the ripe age of 29.

Her friendship with Kathryn had only grown as she had risen in the Service. They were true playmates–especially in bed. Kathryn had been lonely in the Service because her unit was set apart from the body of the organization. Kate’s welcoming her as a friend warmed her heart. Although Kate was younger, Kathryn now looked to her as her mentor.

They did engage in play that featured spanking, but increasingly often, Kathryn wanted Kate to discipline her when Kate felt she needed it.

It only took Kathryn about five minutes to knock on Kate’s door. Kate welcomed her and gave her a warm hug. Kathryn responded by kissing Kate on the lips and insinuating her tongue into Kate’s now open mouth. This did turn Kate on, because she had been making herself miserable by contemplating being away from her partners, and especially from having sex with them.

“You already miss them, don’t you?” Kathryn asked in a concerned voice.

“Yes, I already do,” Kate said, feeling deeply sorry for herself. Then she felt some tension in her mid-section but wasn’t sure if she might be getting her period or if she was just constipated from her travel. She was close enough to Kathryn that she could confide her “girly” concerns to her.

“One reason I wanted to see you now,” Kathryn began taking a more serious tone, “is that I’m afraid I’ve been something of a naughty girl while you were away. I accepted a dinner invitation the other day from a man with whom I deal as a supplier. It was a nice dinner and I felt myself getting warmer and wetter as I had my eyes on him. Let me just say that I had him up to my room after we dined, and things proceeded apace from there.”

“Is he married?” Kate interjected.

“Yes,” Kathryn answered with a guilty look.

“And I assume he fucked you?” Kate continued.

“Yes,” Kathryn answered more slowly and painfully.

“Was it quick and nice or quick and dirty?” Kate persisted in her inquiry.

“Let me just say that it was quick and sort of rough, the way I like it,” Kathryn blushed as she responded.

“You have been naughty, Miss Kathryn,” Kate stated, “haven’t you?”

“Yes, Miss,” Kathryn replied slowly, getting into the mood Kate was creating.

“We need to go into the bathroom now, “Kate told her, “So you can check out my physical situation, you know, as to whether I’m getting my period or constipated, or whatever is giving me this pain down there.”

“Tell you what, sweetie,” Kathryn grinned. “I like the idea that we go into your bathroom and check you out.” When they got into Kate’s well-ensuite bathroom, Kathryn noticed that among Kate’s various bottles and tools, there was a fold-up istanbul travesti toilet seat that could be set up on its four metal legs.

“Is that there for what I think it is, Katie?” Kathryn queried, still grinning. “If it is, why don’t we just put it in the tub and you can sit on it over my face and see what you need to do, as well as deal with me being so naughty while you were away.”

“You’ll do that for me?” Kate responded. “You know what that seat is here for, don’t you?”

“I just described it, and I think it’s more for playing than disciplining,” Kathryn answered, “although with your expertise in the latter, I would never rule that out, darling.”

Kate decided to play the domme for now. “

“Yes, Kathryn,” she now intoned in a severe manner, “you’ve been naughty, so get in the tub on your back right under the seat and situate yourself so your face is right under it.”

Kathryn was dressed informally and thus was able then to strip down quickly, shedding her blouse, shorts, bra, panties, and shoes. Then she stepped into the tub and lay on her back under the seat so she could look up through its opening.

Kate then rucked up her crimson skirt, pulled down her pale blue panties only a short way below her bottom and down her thighs, and sat on the toilet seat over Kathryn’s face, looking for all the world like she was about to relieve herself. Kathryn looked up and saw Kate’s cute little anal rosette and her pretty pussy, now just appearing as a slit with only the outer lips visible to Kathryn.

Kate’s slit twitched slightly and suddenly a powerful yellow pee stream shot out of her now open pussy and hit Kathryn right on her face. Her pee was hot; Kathryn opened her mouth to take as much of it in as she could, savoring the saltiness of Kate’s hot urine, which had been accumulating during her drive from the second city.

When the stream tailed off, Kathryn said that Kate had definitely given her a face washing.

“But there’s more!” Kate burbled. For a moment, she had the thought that she should warn Kathryn that her movement might be less than firm, but decided she’d let her deal with whatever came out of her bottom.

She gave a little push that got her movement sliding down her rectal passage and emerging from her cute little anal opening. Kathryn saw the brown tip from when it was starting to pooch out Kate’s hole. It was teasing her as it moved back and forth from her hole. Then it slid out, looking, as she remembered once thinking when in this posture under the seat, that for all the world, like a chocolate prick that was erect upon arriving on the scene.

It coiled as it became thinner and softer, and lastly, Kate’s hole released a noisy fart as some last fecal matter that was soft and runny streamed out onto Kathryn’s face.

She didn’t find it awful, only smelly. But the last runny stuff did get into her nose and made her almost need to vomit.

Kate looked down at her and used her hands to scoop it up and toss it into the toilet. The messy part had only left traces around Kate’s cute little anal star, so, Kathryn enjoyed leaning up to lick her friend’s anus squeaky clean. She tasted the droplets of pee that remained on Kate’s labia and gave her stiff clit a tiny nip.

“I feel a lot better having made that doody,” Kate commented, “and I expect that I’m going to get something flowing out of my cunt before long now.”

Kathryn leaned back up and kissed her friend on the vaginal lips. “I do smell that period odor, darling,” she reported. “Unless you want to put on your period panties right now, sweetie, you may want to stick a pon in there.”

Kate found that talking about her bowel movements and her period cranked her up.

“You’re making me nice and wet with that kind of talk,” she said coolly.

She stood and went over to the cabinet and took a tampon out of her Tampax box. With no hesitation, she sat on the toilet with her panties still down on her thighs, pushed her panties down, spread her legs, and expertly inserted the tampon where it was needed. She then tossed the applicator into a small wastebasket she had there.

Then Kate returned to help Kathryn stand and told her she would hose her down.

Kathryn thanked her and stood as Kate turned on the shower hose above the tub and when the spray was warm, applied the gentle water flow to Kathryn’s face, hair, and upper body, all of which still had some of Kate’s pee and poo on them.

Kathryn knew this had become a true disciplinary session for her, so she awaited Kate’s next pronouncement, which arrived in short order.

“We’ll have to finish off dealing with your naughtiness, sweetie,” she said coolly. Then came the words Kathryn expected and feared, “Yes, you’re going to be caned.”

Kate helped Kathryn dry off and then put her clothing back on. They proceeded back to Kate’s front room, where the curtains were now drawn, and Kate pointed to the desk and directed Kathryn to bend over it.

When she did, Kate came behind her and pulled her shorts travesti istanbul down, and then lowered her plain white cotton panties to her knees. Kathryn knew she was expected not to let them drop further. She stayed bent over the desk grasping the other side.

Now, Kate picked up one of her thin canes from the cabinet where she kept her collection of disciplinary implements. She swished the cane in the air a few times to recover her aim and strength, as Kathryn winced from just hearing the cane go through the air.

Kate laid the cane on Kathryn’s white bottom and drew it back. She waited a few seconds and then flicked it to deliver a stinging stroke right down the middle of Kathryn’s bottom. After another interval–this one longer–she drew the cane back again and fired two quick strokes further down Kathryn’s bottom cheeks and parallel to the first.

Kathryn screamed as Kate let the strokes sink in. Then she gave her two more strokes, this time crisscrossing them. Kathryn screeched at the sheer pain of the strokes crossing her previous weals. She braced herself for the anticipated severe sixth stroke.

Kate waited, to build up the tension in the room. Then she quickly drew her cane back and fired a strong stroke right down the middle again. This was clearly the stroke Kathryn had feared and she barely managed to hold position.

After she finished sobbing, Kate told her to stand and came over to take Kathryn in her arms and give her a solid hug and a deep kiss on her lips.

She invited Kathryn into her bedroom where she had her bend over the bed while Kate applied cream to her wounded buttocks.

“I’m so sorry I was naughty,” she said softly to Kate. “It’s not because it got me under your bowel movement and having to take the cane; I just hate to disappoint you. Kate, you’re younger than I am by several years, but you have the presence and good sense I wish I had at times.”

Kate decided to take her in her arms as she let her help undress her hostess. Now Kate was bare and summoned Kathryn to remove her own clothing again and climb into bed with her. Kate hugged her some more and started to finger her vulval area.

Kathryn immediately responded and got her fingers into Kate’s pussy and pushed two into her tight vagina. The two were fired up by the previous activity and exploded shortly after that, just from the mutual fingering. Then they lay together, contemplating the other, and enjoying the rest as they both felt relieved of tensions.

* * * *

Goose Cookers was the preeminent woman-owned company in the Republic, and it was based in the second city. It was deeply involved in the political and social world of the Republic. Eleanor was the head of its capital office and its creative director, but the true genius behind the firm was Janet, its executive vice president.

Eleanor had met Kate through Eleanor’s wife, Annette, who was the highest-ranking uniformed officer in the Service: its Chief of Staff. She secured Kate’s participation and Annette’s assent to the attractive Major’s presence in the commercials. These were edgy in that Kate and SFC Nicole of her unit, a ravishingly pretty woman, posed so the camera took upskirt shots of the Goose Cooker panties the two Service women were wearing.

Janet was the obvious choice to visit the Republic’s President, who had expressed concern about allowing Service women to model panties in upskirt views. But Vivian came round after her meeting with Janet. The President was sufficiently pleased that Annette was then able to obtain her quick signoff to secure Kate’s promotion from Major to Lieutenant Colonel.

Goose Cookers now wanted their new stars, Kate and Nicole, to break another barrier in advertising. The Republic’s government had decided that women were entitled to see clear advertising for period products (no longer called feminine hygiene items) so they could make informed choices among pads, tampons, menstrual cups and discs, and the new period panties, which obviated much of the need for those existing forms of menstrual protection.

Now, Eleanor was ready to shoot commercials showing Kate and Nicole wearing stylish period panties, using both straight shots of them dressed and in bra and panties, and some upskirt shots. Once again, Kate told her the project would have to be cleared. She decided to go straight to Annette, who had responded positively the last time.

Soon the shapely young LTC was sitting in GEN Annette’s outer office, awaiting her meeting with the Chief of Staff.

“Kate!” Annette exclaimed as she came out to usher LTC Kate into the inner office. “I’m always delighted to see you,” Annette enthused.

When Kate seated herself facing Annette’s massive desk, she said that she hoped Annette would feel as positive once the subject Kate had come to discuss was raised.

“Goose Cookers would like Nicole and me to model again in commercials,” she said coolly, “this time for period panties.” Kate went on to observe that the Republic favored ending the unspoken practice istanbul travestileri of keeping periods out of sight as a “woman thing.” Goose Cookers produced one of the first successful period panties that met this essential women’s need.

“I’d like to support you,” Annette responded. “But we need to get something for the Service or the Republic through this. I mean that Janet needs to remit part of what they earn from the sales of these products to the Service or the Republic. I think the President will look favorably on this with that addition. I should contact Janet?”

Kate reflected for a moment on this new aspect of the project. It made sense for Annette to work this out at her level with Janet. She knew that Annette and Janet had a long-term relationship, part friendship and part dominant-submissive. Janet was one of the most successful career women in the Republic, yet she chose to relieve the pressures she must feel by submitting on occasion to Annette’s strict caning of her bared bottom. Annette was highly skilled in all castigation from her many years as a correctional officer.

Janet had added a disciplinary unit to her company. Employees who failed to observe the rules might find themselves with panties or undershorts down and then receive a range of discipline from trained disciplinarians. When Janet realized that she had treated an employee unfairly, she subjected herself to being severely punished in this unit.

Kate had been welcomed by Eleanor and Annette, which was yet another tie through their marriage between the Service and Goose Cookers, into their circle. She had been present at dinner parties in their plush apartment that included administration of strict discipline. As an expert in this area, Kate was valued and respected, despite her being younger than everyone else present.

“It does make sense for you to take the lead on this, General,” Kate said. “I’d be very appreciative if you were disposed to contact Janet as you suggested.”

“I’ll do it,” Annette answered, “and then I’ll also see Vivian to brief her. We don’t want to go out on a limb. She may have thought that the last time was a once-over.”

Then she looked at Kate. “How are you bearing up, Kate?” she asked. “It must be hard for you to be here by yourself when your spouses are in another place. I spent many years as a single in the Service and my finally finding a partner was a godsend.”

“You are able to understand my situation better than anyone else,” Kate replied, “because you’ve been there. In fact, I hesitate to compare myself because you were single. I so appreciate your willingness to advise me because you have shown the way.”

“Thanks,” Annette smiled. “You have shown yourself to be a highly competent and insightful officer and leader here despite your youth and relatively brief tenure. I’m delighted you’ve achieved what you have, Kate. And I think you’ve also been aware of the need to maintain a good rapport with everyone in the Service. I’m appreciative of how you brought Nicole around, for example.”

“She’s amazed me, too,” Kate offered. “I had good reason to avoid her and certainly not to advance her, yet I was impressed by her potential. She has straightened out and done well.”

“I’ll contact Janet,” Annette said as she stood up from her desk. “You’ll hear from me.”

“Thank you, Chief,” Kate said with a smile as she stood and crisply saluted the Chief of Staff, did an about-face, and quietly walked out of the office.

Annette invited Janet up from the second city Goose Cookers headquarters to dine in Annette and Eleanor’s snazzy apartment. The Service’s Chief of Staff didn’t need to inform Janet that the main subject would be the commercials, but they also understood that Janet would submit to Annette’s personally correcting her.

Knowing that Janet’s lengthy career as a major player had also increased her need to be disciplined by Annette’s skill at the punitive arts, Annette invited her own wife, Eleanor, who of course reported to Janet at the company, to be present for dinner and après.

She told Eleanor, with the unspoken understanding that her wife would witness Janet’s humiliation at Annette’s hands, “because,” she quoted Janet, “this is part of what I need and desire every so often.”

Eleanor decided to prepare a delightful light dinner. Both Janet and Annette were charmed, and the conversation was sparkling. Janet related many things that were on the company’s planning agenda and Annette told her that she was fine with Kate and Nicole doing the commercials but would clear it with the President again.

Janet seemed nervous, but Annette told her that Janet’s own visit to Vivian had settled the waters. She also said she intended to take Eleanor with her to show that she really wanted the President to feel she was getting the whole picture. Janet thought to herself that this was excellent and didn’t have the slightest resentment that she wouldn’t be included.

“It sounds very well-conceived to me,” Janet observed.

Once they had concluded both the business conversation and the dinner, Annette suggested that they adjourn to the bedroom. There, she had Janet bent over the side of the bed while Annette expertly lifted Janet’s skirt and exposed her stylish Goose Cooker beige control panties.

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