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Years ago I began chatting online with a married man who had a deep need to sexually worship a strong and feminine woman. He needed a goddess to worship, and his wife was unwilling to fulfill this role. I wrote this as a masturbatory fantasy for him where he could imagine me being his surrogate goddess.

I read your PMs with both arousal and pity. Arousal, because you voluntarily lock your little penis in chastity. You are denied the most basic of sexual functions – achieving an erection. You have no means to stimulate the release of your seed unless you are uncaged and given permission to do so. You do all of this willingly, because you crave submission and to demonstrate your devotion to your wife, the woman you love, the mother of your children.

I feel pity because she does not exploit your full potential. You so want her to make you submit to her, to make you worship her, and to hear her emphasize the contrast between your little penis and the larger lovers that she’s had in the past. I know you hurt. I know you ache for sexual fulfillment. I know she lacks the motivation to do these things to you, but I most certainly do not.

Perhaps you need a new goddess. A surrogate. One worthy of your devotion for even a short time. One who is demanding yet merciful enough to allow you to maintain your current life and marriage to the woman you love, the mother of your children.

I will be that goddess for you.

You will leave your house to go to work like any other day. But this day will be different in so many ways. You will forget to take your phone with you, but that would be no accident. Instead of driving to work as usual, you will go to the airport. There you will produce the airline ticket that I bought for you in advance. There will be no financial paper trail for your wife to ever discover, no cell phone on you for her to track your location, and you will have no luggage or overnight bag to check in.

This will be a very brief trip for you, because you’ll be home at the same time you’re home from work each day.

I know you will be completely humiliated by airport security by having to explain the presence of the metal cage that encloses your little penis. But you will endure the embarrassment and scrutiny. Because you want this so very badly.

When you arrive at the airport in the city where I live, you will take the shuttle to the hotel near the airport. You will go to the front desk and identify yourself as Richard Little. A key card and room number will then be provided to you, because I will already be there.

Upon entering the room, you will see me reclined on the bed. I will wear thigh-high stockings, garters and garter belt, and a cupless bustier. You view my slender body and small breasts. Breasts that were never intended to suckle a child, but to highlight and emphasize my sensuality and sexual maturity. You will notice that my pubic mound is hairless, freshly shaved, devoid of any trace of pubic hair. It is an alter freshly prepared for worship. Your worship.

My upper face is obscured by an ornate jeweled mask. You’ll never see my Escort Bayan face unobscured.

As you were previously instructed to do prior to this trip, you disrobe completely and stand in the middle of the room. No words are to be spoken by you. Never. I slowly rise from the bed and saunter toward you. For the first time you notice my long, toned legs, the legs of a runner. You see the gentle curve of my breasts and the pink nipples that adorn them. When I stand in front of you, you smell the fresh scent of shampoo from my hair as is cascades to my shoulders. You see my soft, delicate lips emblazoned with red lipstick. Lips that have given pleasure to many cocks in my lifetime. Lips that have retained the semen so many men have ejaculated into my mouth with their large cocks before I’ve swallowed it.

My glittering blue eyes pierce your very soul from behind the mask that hides me.

I look down at your chastity cage, and then look you in the face. You can see the amusement I obtain at the sight. “Should I check your ID? Has a young teen boy skipped school today? Or an even younger boy absconded from his recess?” The words bite into your ego deeply, but the humiliation only arouses you.

“How could such a minuscule penis ever father children with a woman? Perhaps you got lucky.” By then, my fingers will have already found the large testicles that hang below the confines of your cage. The testicles I’ve seen in your posts. On any other man, they would make my mouth water. They would receive a long, leisurely tongue bath from my mouth. On any other man, that is. I begin to caress them. I scrape my long nails gently against them starting at your perineum as I draw them toward me. I squeeze them, gently, yet hard enough to make you… uncomfortable. “So firm, so full of sperm. Perhaps you managed to make your own luck with these by fathering children,” I muse.

I walk behind you as you continue standing nude and motionless. A few moments later, after I’ve completed my visual examination of your body, you feel my hand on your shoulder as I say, “Submit to your goddess.” You spread your feet slightly apart, you bend at the waist and grab your ankles, and you wait.

As you wait, you hear the splattering sound as lubricant is being squeezed out of a tube. Eventually you feel the sensation of something cold, wet, and rigid press against your anus. It is being gently rubbed and twisted against your opening to spread the thick lubricant. “Now receive your goddess inside you,” I command. You relax and bare down, and you begin to feel the large, thick plug being pressed inside you. It will be quite thick and will challenge your sphincter more than anything else ever has. You may moan, even gasp, but those will be worshipful melodies to my ears. Eventually you will feel the plug settle into place, your anus nicely and painfully distended. It will serve as constant reminder that, while you are in my presence, I own every part of your body, every orifice.

I’ll command you to stand up straight, and you’ll feel that plug’s presence inside you even more Escort as you do. You’ll place your hands behind your back and I will bind them. A collar will be locked around your neck. A leash will then be attached to it.

“Your goddess is pleased. You are now accepted into her temple.”

I’ll lead you by the least to the armchair in the room and you will kneel down in front of it. I will then bind your ankles together, completely immobilizing you. Then, you will watch as I come around in front of you and recline in the chair, raising my knees and placing my ankles on the arm rests. You will finally be presented with a full view of my nakedness. You’ll see me run my hands over myself. I’ll demonstrate the responsiveness of my long nipples as they harden from the manipulation of my fingers. I’ll spread the soft, tender inner lips of my pussy and allow you to see the pink wetness that they hide. I’ll gently spread my buttocks to allow my pink bashful anus to be visible.

You’ll marvel at my beauty and sensuality. You’ll imagine all of the cocks that have felt the pleasure of my wet warmness while inside me. You’ll imagine how tightly the lips of my little pussy grip their large girth as it milks them dry. You’ll imagine how much cum my pussy has received inside her over the course of my lifetime – gallons I suppose. Billions upon billions of sperm that have made futile attempts to fertilize just a single one of my eggs. None were ever successful. None were worthy of fertilizing the egg of a goddess. None.

But you already know that you will never experience any of this. Your little penis will never have the lips of my pussy engulf it, or feel the pleasure and wetness of my depths. Your inadequate semen will never be ejaculated inside me. Your sperm will never even have an attempt to swim inside my inner recesses to seek the egg they most covet to fertilize.

In fact, only my most skilled and devoted worshipers are allowed to ever ejaculate in my presence. I only allow them to do so because I wish to feed them their own inadequate seed. Because it amuses me for them to do so. When they do taste and consume it as I watch, they adore me even more for it.

You know this, and you accept this, because this makes you happy. This is what you crave, and why I am a goddess to you.

Finally you will feel the tug of your leash beckon your head toward me, or perhaps my ankle will find its way behind your collared neck and draw you forward. You’ll only hear one word from me.

“Worship.”

And worship you will. For the duration of our time together, be it only 2 hours or more, you will give me sexual pleasure between my legs with your mouth, lips, and tongue. You will give me orgasm after orgasm as your tongue and jaw begin to ache. You will worship my sex and anus like you never have for any other woman. You will consume every drop of the sexual nectar I produce for you, as if you need it to live.

When I squirt, and I will at least once, I will expect you to catch my clear ejaculate with your mouth and consume it like you will the rest Bayan escort of the sacred nectar I feed you. You know that allowing a single drop of my sexual fluids to escape your consumption is sacrilege to me, and I will not tolerate it whatsoever.

I must warn you – I am a very selfish goddess, and I demand your complete oral devotion to me. You will not yet possess the ticket for your flight home. You will only receive that if I am satisfied by your oral worship of me. Should you disappoint me, or fail to do your very best to please me with your mouth and tongue, you will find yourself left bound in the room when I exit. The keys to your restraints will be frozen in an ice cube placed on the floor across the room. I will be far away by the time you manage to move your body across the carpet and make the key available by melting the ice with your mouth to unrestrain yourself.

But don’t worry, I’ll hide the return ticket somewhere in the room. It will be refundable, so you can catch a later flight home if necessary. You’ll just have to explain why you’re so late to your wife that day.

I honestly don’t expect any of that to unfold. I know you will be completely devoted to worshiping my pussy and anus with your mouth. I know that I will experience no shortage of orgasms from your attentiveness. When our time is up, I will lift your chin upward with my finger to look me in the face. You’ll see my mouth approach yours, my tongue part your lips, and ever so briefly touch the tip of your own tongue with mine.

The kiss of approval, the blessing bestowed by your goddess.

I will expect to look down between your legs and see tears. Not the salty tears you make with your eyes. I expect your little penis to be weeping the clear, sweet syrup of sexual denial and frustration, preferably past its little cage and onto the carpet below. Tears made for your goddess.

There will still be no words spoken by you as I remove your restraints and collar, and slowly remove the large plug from your stretched, aching anus. You’ll simply stand up, turn around, and dress yourself without ever looking back upon me. Your worship is complete. You’ve exited my temple. Your goddess is now gone from your presence, and only a mortal woman remains which I do not desire you to see. A mortal woman bathed in her own sweat and perspiration, sated by sexual pleasure, exhausted and sore beyond belief.

But your goddess has not abandoned you. She will never abandon you, because she will require the servitude of your mouth again one day.

You’ll leave for the airport, your return ticket in hand. During your flight, you’ll still have the smell of my sex on your face, and the taste of it on your lips and mouth. You will be forbidden to remove it until you land back home. Not that you’d want to anyway. You’ll desire to make the experience last as long as possible in your head. Once back home, you will act completely normal once again. You’ll be a devoted husband to your wife and father to your children. You’ll continue to seek the dominance from your wife you crave. You can give her sexual pleasure of course, because I’ve given you permission to do so.

Your heart will always belong to your wife, but the truth will be hidden from her forever. The truth about what you did, and the truth that I now own your mouth and your anus for my own sexual pleasure and amusement.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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(I’m gonna be honest, this is a little out there as far as a premise and characters but I had this random idea and I had fun writing it, so hopefully you enjoy the originality. I’m also planning on writing more parts.)

The man at her feet slobbered kisses all over her toes as Valerie dropped the bullwhip, miring at his back and the open wounds that were visibly filling up with blood. “See? The whip is working already! At my feet is where you belong, worm! You got that?”

As soon as the fatass started grunting “Yes Mistress,” a sudden realization dawned on Valerie: this sucked. It wasn’t just lame, it was grotesque, disgusting. A naked fatso with a bloody back and a hard-on. The frustration overcame her, she lunged a kick at his ribs, not particularly hard but certainly loaded with resentment. “Can I come, mistress?”, she heard the voice of the disgusting ogre laying on her floor and struggled hard to avoid a sigh.

“That kick was pretty hard though, right?” He said with a chuckle while getting dressed ipthe same man who Valerie had to plead down from having her whip his dick. She chose to ignore him.

“Can you leave the money on that nightstand?” “You got it.”

“This was fun, call me when you get that itch again.” She said, blowing him a kiss and trying to sound convincing as she watched the door of her apartment shut down, now ready to collapse on her couch.

What got her into BDSM was the intimate, wonderfully complex relationship that a submissive person could establish with their owner, the idea of ceding power, to belong to someone else even just for brief moments of playtime, and consequently to receive that power and being in control of another person, not the endless line of perverts who she met in the scene. Valerie wanted Venus in furs, instead she got 50 Shades of Grey but with much worse-looking people. At least going pro made her make some money, but now she was basically a service worker for people who liked getting beaten up and licking feet. Not that she didn’t like beating people up and having her feet licked, but still.

In a moment of euphoria she cancelled all the other sessions she had lined up for the week, reveling in the most enjoyable feeling in the world, cancelling one’s plans, and texted her friend Rosa: “Wanna do something fun?” “I’m listening…” She replied.

“Wanna go meet Elliott?” “Really? OMG YES!!!!”

Perfect. It had been a while. “Pick me up.” she texted Elliott, getting an instant reply: “Right now?”

“Excuse me?” she replied, outraged. “Sorry Valerie, I’ll be right over.” He replied, without the need for further prompts.

“You are getting punished for this, you know that right?” She needed a pretext, but he always provided one.

“Yes Valerie.” was his reply. “Text me when you are down.”

Elliott came out of the car to open her door, his hair even stupider than normal, Valerie thought. He really looked the part of the perfect slave, short, weak, cute, just enough of a weirdo. Too bad that every fiber of his being was disgusting.

The first words she felt saying to him were: “You are late.” “I’m sorry, Valerie.” “You also need to pick up Rosa.” She added, without further explanation, enjoying the mental torment this would have brought him.

“Hellooooo Elliott!” said Rosa as she entered the car, hearing a not super convincing “Hello ma’am.” as a reply. “So what are we doing?” her friend asked, “We are going to his place.” replied Valerie. “Why?” Rosa asked, puzzled.

“I need to punish him.” was Valerie’s stern reply. “Oooooh,” Rosa suddenly became excited: “What did he do?” “He didn’t want to pick me up and arrived to my place late.”

“You would do that to your mistress?” Rosa yelled at Elliott, who knew better than to respond but was purple with embarrassment and humiliation.

“We’ve been over this Rosa, I’m not his mistress and he’s certainly not my slave!” replied Valerie, annoyed at having to explain this over and over. She would never have any kind of relationship again with Elliott, especially one of that nature.

“Alright, sorry, you are right.” Rosa said casually, throwing her hands up.

She had always been one for kinky istanbul Escort Bayan fun, but to Valerie obviously she didn’t get BDSM at all. Still, it was fun to have her tag along.

When the car stopped, both Rosa and Valerie waited for Elliott to come out and open the door to let them out, and followed him inside. It had been a while since the last time Valerie did this, and she always had to give to him that Elliott had a nice house. It wasn’t necessarily big, but it was a neat, clean apartment furnished with good taste, far above the standing of such a sniveling loser.

She waltzed straight to the kitchen, opening his drawers looking for a snack and grabbed a bag of Doritos and a beer off his fridge, before sitting on his couch, purposefully crouching to have her shoes in contact with the pillow, while Rosa went to sit next to her.

Elliott just stared at her, unable to understand the situation, so Valerie helped him:

“C’mon buddy, you know the drill,” she said, clapping her hands mockingly, “on your knees in front of me.”

As he did that, a certain amount of fear was obvious in his eyes, as however was the hard-on he was mounting in his pants. “Let’s pop that shirt off,” Valerie continued, now staring directly at the man in front of her, their eyes at the exact same height, “show Rosa your scars.”

“Scars?” her friend asked, before being presented with his naked torso full of half-faded burn wounds, at which she couldn’t contain a surprised giggle and a gasp.

“Aww, they are healing nicely!” Valerie said at him, before turning to her friend: “You should have seen him two months ago!”

“Did you do them?” Rosa said at her, still shocked at the sight. “Yep.” was Valerie’s smiling reply, punctuated by a chug of her bottle, emptying fast before her friend’s eyes. “He tried to start some bullshit about me not smoking in his apartment, so naturally we spent the afternoon lighting the entire pack.” Valerie added, getting up to bring the entire six pack closer to them.

“By the way, did anyone ask about those? What did you tell them?” she asked at Elliott, still on the floor, still humiliated, still hard as a rock. “No, Valerie” was his reply, eyes lowered to the floor.

“No, I bet you didn’t get much under the shirt action, did you?” Valerie added, chuckling with Rosa, who was visibly still awkward.

They both flinched when Valerie sat back down and grasped at the bottle of Doritos, causing her to laugh even more.

“Oh relax, I’m not going to hit ya. My arm is still so sore from this guy this morning.” Valerie laughed gleefully, and held the empty bottle of beer in her hands for a few seconds, before being overtaken by a feral idea, and threw it as hard as she could against the door of the wooden kitchen drawer, before getting up and pulling it off.

‘What are you doing?!” Rosa almost yelled at her, Elliott at a loss for words.

“C’mon girl, help me out.” Valerie encouraged Rosa as she started smashing his plates.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The tall brunette pleaded with her, looking at the cockroach on the floor, who still didn’t dare to look up.

“What do you mean? Oh, I see.” and she moved in front of Elliott, mockingly holding his cheek.

“Hey Elliott, is it a problem if we thrash your house or should we just leave? ANSWER ME.” “No, Valerie.”

“Sorry, but my friend needs to be certain about your consent, so just to clarify, is it fine if we destroy your house? SAY IT.” “It’s fine if you destroy my house, Valerie.”

“And just to reiterate, you are aware that no pressure whatsoever is being asserted by us at the moment, right? This is your property, you have the right to call the cops on us if you want, you could even shoot us dead if you had a gun, and we, as guests in your house, are asking if it’s cool to make thousands of dollars of damages to your property and you are free to answer any way you want.” “Yes, Valerie.”

“See?” She turned frantically to her friend: “I’d also like to point out the boner he’s proudly popping in his jeans down there.”

“Alright, weirdo.” Rosa relented at her friends, shrugging istanbul Escort her shoulders while shily moving in front of his kitchen table, and she pushed everything that was on it on the ground, though not actually breaking any object.

“See? It’s fun.” Valerie commented at her friend’s performance.

“Elliott, do you have like a bat, a rod of steel, a hammer somewhere in your house?” Valerie asked at the man on the floor, causing another laughter in her friend. “Elliott, I asked you a question.” she insisted.

“Are you asking me if I have a rod of steel?” Elliott replied, almost a sudden surge of pride. “Yes.” “No, I don’t have a rod of steel in my house.”

“Alright, we will do without it.” And after the dishes, she started breaking his mugs and glasses.

“So, what’s up with you?” Rosa finally asked Valerie, trying to be quiet enough to not be heard by Elliott. “What do you mean?” was her not so quiet reply.

“I don’t know, you are breaking a bunch of your ex boyfriend’s shit for no reason?” Rosa insisted.

“You ever feel completely disappointed and disgusted about life? I just needed to relieve some stress, you know.”

“I… guess. What happened exactly?”

“I’ll tell you later, when we get out of here. By the way, are you free tonight?” “Now I’m just scared of what you want to do tonight.”

“No, I Just want to go out, somewhere fun, meet some people, hang out with you. Maybe I pick you up later, we have dinner and later go out?”

“Alright, but if we end at some cockfighting ring or something I will just block your number forever, Valerie.”

“Elliott, I’d move away from that wall because this is going right through your TV.” Valerie warned him, holding some sort of large asian-style decorative object she had found.

“Oh c’mon!” Rosa objected, trying to get her attention, but to no avail.

Pitching like a baseball player, she held that weird rounded vase behind her head before letting it fly on the TV, from where it bounced off but leaving a huge crack on the screen, to her delighted laugh, Elliott reflexively put his hands behind his head but was now far too dissociated from reality to keep talking.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Rosa announced at some point, as Valerie had lost track of time in her destructive impetus. “You should go on his bed.” Valerie added laughing before she went to the bathroom, prompting another “WHAT?” by her friend.

“Yeah, do it on his bed.” Valerie continued, still smiling like it was a half-joke.

“C’mon girl, don’t get weird.” Rosa tried to dismiss Valerie, not wanting to cross even this limit. “No, no, it wouldn’t be weird like that at all. You go in that room on the right, his bedroom, close the door shut, do your business like you would on a toilet, get back up, open the door and come out. It’s not gonna be weird.”

“Do you REALLY want me to pee on his bed?”

Rosa sighed, looking at her friend. “Honestly, more than anything in the world.” Was Valerie’s reply, laughing with glee. “But only if you are comfortable with it. If you don’t wanna do this, just go to the bathroom. We are gonna have to redecorate there anyway.”

“Whatever…” relented Rosa once again, heading for the bedroom while Valerie started smiling even more, also because she had just now noticed Elliott’s horrified expression at this exchange.

“Take these shoes off.” She said at him dangling her Converse on his face, sitting in the couch right in front of him.

“Now socks.” she continued until her bare feet were only inches away from him.

“See, you are happy now, right? It’s not so bad, is it?” Valerie mocked him and the way his expression changed: “First of all, each of my soles want a big kiss. They haven’t seen you in a while. Say hi to my soles.”

“Hi, soles.” Elliott grunted before kissing them, making Valerie laugh.

“Now take your tongue and pass it across every inch of them, one by one.” She said, watching him comply with spirited eyes.

“Now suck.” Valerie ordered, putting the toes of her left foot on his mouth. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

He knew how to do that, Valerie had Escort istanbul to give it to him. Basking in his worship, she started miring at his kitchen and living room, assessing her actions.

Elliott would have to replace the TV, the dishes, the glasses, the mugs, that god-awful vase, and the door of the drawer, but most of the things were probably fine. Rosa had dropped his laptop and a bunch of shit that fell from the table, but it was a small drop and she basically just moved it on the floor, so they were probably fine. The other furniture was mostly untouched, though she did write “Valerie was here” with her lipstick on the thing above the stove, whatever it’s called.

There were still other rooms she definitely intended to move on to, but overall she knew how much money Elliott made and the damage was not particularly severe.

“Now the other one!” She ordered him, lightly kicking him on the face with her wet toes.

“Look, your house is fucked, but look at those pretty feet in your mouth. Things are looking up, aren’t they?” He nodded, but obviously couldn’t talk.

“As soon as Rosa is done pissing on your bedsheets maybe she’ll even let you lick hers! Happy?” “Mmmh-mmmh” was all the noise Elliott could muster, enough to send her head back with laughter.

Yep, Valerie was certainly enjoying this in all the ways. She kinda hated that Elliott was so good with her feet and was making her aroused, but the more enjoyable part was definitely the abject cruelty she was subjecting him to, at least this is what she wanted to think.

Valerie raised her left foot on his face, giving him light slaps in between his sucking, making him moan ever harder.

Looking at the idiot enjoying himself so much, basking in his nothingness, in his unquestionable inferiority, almost made Valerie wonder if it would have been okay to move her hand down ther…

“Can.. I come?” He blurted out suddenly, barely being able to finish the sentence before being struck down by a hard kick on his chin.

Valerie’s “WHAT?!” even drew Rosa out of Elliott’s bedroom, wondering what was going on.

“What did you say?” She yelled at him on the floor, still a little starstruck. “What do you think we are doing? Stand up.” Valerie was furious:

“STAND THE FUCK UP!” she shrieked, making him squirm and struggle to get on his feet.

“Do you really need to have it be said another time? Why did you ask me to come? ANSWER ME. BE A FUCKING MAN.” She yelled at the silent buffoon, now again struck by a humiliating silent.

“You, put your feet…” He finally blurted out, but it wasn’t enough for Valerie.

“I see there is still a lot of confusion in your idiotic, piece of shit mind then.” Valerie replied, trying to put a facade of calmness which did not last her next sentence:

“I. HATE. YOU. You are not anything to me, and you are certainly not someone I would share a sexual moment with. You are not my submissive, this is not BDSM, and we have exactly zero relationships. I consider myself closer to the barista that brings my coffee everyday than to you. If he changed jobs, I would be more affected than if you died. You ended any relationship we might have had when you cheated on me, so now the only thing we share is the fact that we both like it when terrible things happen to you. You get that? Now I’m gonna get out of here.” The last words punctuated by a finger on his chest.

“I didn’t cheat on you!” Elliott managed to say before Valerie arrived at the door.

“What?” She said, turning back to him, but this time he actually held his ground and looked her in the eyes, which somehow hurt her even harder.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” She said at Rosa, her voice hardened and ready to crack. Elliott would not see her cry.”

“No, c’mon! I didn’t cheat on you, it’s true! We just played, like you and me before on the couch!”

Valerie grasped for air. “The first time you look me in the eyes today, just to be so world-class awful. I. Do. Not. Care. About whatever fetishes you chose to indulge that day, or any other day, and whether those involved penetration or not. You chose that getting your rocks off would have come ahead of my trust and intimacy with me, so since the day you betrayed them and until you die, you will get none of it. Now, goodbye Elliott.” Valerie ended the argument, pushing as hard as she could to hold her tears until finally the door had closed behind her and Rosa.

This had been a terrible idea.

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Chapter 3 — Clothes Shopping

I check the mall directory inside the entrance and find the there are a couple of lingerie and women’s clothing stores between my current location and the salon. The mall is really quiet, almost as if I am the only one in it. The first lingerie store is just around the corner and as I enter it, I am greeted by a middle-aged saleslady. I don’t really pay much attention to her, as I am looking around at the variety of items in the store, and she is not that close to me. I let her know that I am going to look around a bit and that I will let her know if I need any help. There is a large selection in the store and I find several nice looking bras in my size very quickly.

She unlocks the door to one of the changing-rooms for me and I enter, then slip out of my blouse. I try on one bra, find that it is too snug over my breasts, and then try on the rest of them, all with the same result. I stick my head out the door and call out to her. “I think that I need to be measured. None of the bras that I picked seem to fit me. They are the size that I normally wear.”

She walks over to my changing-room with a cloth tape-measure in her hands and enters the room. She gives me a smile and I notice that there is a row of ceramic brackets on her bottom teeth. They must be fairly new, because she seems to move her bottom lip out and then up over them as she speaks to me. She reaches around me and places the cloth tape-measure across my back, bringing it around underneath my breasts and overlapping the end to get my band measurement. With a quick flip of her wrists, the tape-measure slips up my back and she takes a second measurement over my nipples, her fingers holding the tape snugly between my breasts without touching them.

She looks at the bras that I had picked out and asks, “Would you like me to get you the same bras in your correct size? I can also make a few suggestions for some other bras that you might like as well.”

I am a little confused when she says ‘correct size’ because I had been the same 34-B cup since I was about 16 years old. When I nod agreement, she leaves Escort Bayan the room, closing the door behind herself. I look at myself in the mirror, examining my body. I haven’t been exercising as much as I usually do, but I don’t think that I have put on any weight, at least none that I can see. There is a gentle knock on the door, and when I open it a little and look out, find the saleslady standing there with quite a few bras in her hands.

“Would you like a hand with these? They usually need a little adjustment to get them to fit properly,” she asks. Once again I nod agreement and she enters the room. She sets the bras on the table and picks up the first one, adjusting the length of the straps, then hands it to me. I slip my hands through the straps and slide it up to my shoulder on one side, then the other with my back to her, bending over slightly so that my breasts fall into the cups on their own. As soon as the saleslady fastens the hooks on the back, I can feel that it fits better. Every so often I get a glimpse of her teeth as she is chatting with me, the little brackets on her teeth appearing and disappearing from view.

She helps me try on several more before there is a chirp from the alarm at the front of the store, alerting the saleslady that she has another customer. She excuses herself and goes to attend to the new arrival. I try on several more, finding that some are more comfortable than others and there are a couple that I really like. One is a lacy beige underwire push-up bra. The lower cup has just a little bit of padding on the bottom and sides and lace that extends up to just above my nipples, making my breasts look much bigger than I am used too and gives me a nice amount of cleavage. When I try it on underneath the blouse that I was wearing when I came in, I can see that it won’t work with that blouse.

The second bra looks like one that my grandmother might have worn when she was young. It has fairly stiff cups and when I put it on, it gives my breasts a very noticeable conical shape. I am immediately reminded of the look of the world war two pin-up-girl posters. Escort As I turn from side to side, looking at my profile in the mirror, I know that I have to buy this bra. This one doesn’t look right underneath my blouse either, so I take the bra off and put my blouse back on, going braless again.

I look closely at myself in the mirror and pay more attention to how my breasts look in this blouse. They do seem to be a little bigger than I remember, but not by much. I look at the labels on the bras and see that they are all 34-C’s. I have never been a C-cup, although my boyfriend has tried to get me to try falsies just for the fun of seeing what I would look like.

The two bras will do for now. Next, I need to get a couple of new blouses or sweaters to wear. I take my selections to the front of the store and pay for them. There is something about the ceramic brackets on her teeth that fascinates me and keeps drawing my attention to them. I prolong the conversation a little just so that I can see them a bit more. She seems to smile more as she notices the direction that my gaze takes.

As I wander through the mall towards the salon, my attention is drawn to a window display of women’s tops. There are a couple on display that appeal to me. When I enter the store, there is a table just inside with a good selection of sizes and colours of the styles in the window. I select a few different colours of the tops that caught my eye and slip into the dressing room to try them on.

I put on the lacy beige bra first, then try on the blouses. The one style of blouse is loose fitting and the material is thin enough that I can just slightly see the outline of the beige bra underneath it. There is something about the look of it that appeals to me. I try on several different colours, checking out how much of the bra is visible with each colour. I take pictures of how I look in each blouse so that I can compare the difference each makes. I eventually choose a white one that the bra can just about be seen through, a beige one that makes it look as if I am not wearing anything underneath and a black one that the Bayan escort bra is more visible through. The black one is more for wearing when I am going to the nightclub and am feeling naughty.

Then I slip on the retro-bra. I try on the beige blouse, but can see right away that they don’t work together. My next choice is a white snug sleeveless knit sweater. As I pull it on over the bra, it conforms to my body, hiding nothing. The shape of the bra shows through without the bra actually being seen. The material of the bra is quite thick and the shape of the straps can be seen on my shoulders and, when I turn around, across my back. The front of the sweater hugs the conical shape of my breasts and the stitching on the cups can be distinguished when viewed at a slight angle. I fall in love with this sweater right away, selecting a cream-coloured one, which shows off quite a bit of the bra, and a dark blue one, which shows off my figure better without the bra being as visible. Both the cream-coloured and blue sweater give my body that world-war-two pin-up look, especially with the jean skirt and heels that I am wearing. I smile at myself many times as I am trying on the clothes, each time vaguely aware of how slightly uneven my teeth look. My thoughts drift back to how intriguing the lady with the ceramic brackets looked.

I take a quick look at the pictures that I have taken of myself, trying to decide what to wear to the salon. My balance is better when I am wearing a bra, especially the retro-bra, but I feel almost confined in them. Each look has it’s own appeal, but I am actually enjoying going bra-less and feeling the sway and jiggle of my breasts that the underwired blouse allows. There is also something about how I look in it that is exciting me.

I add the bag from this store to one from the lingerie store, then head to my salon appointment. The mall seems to be quite a bit busier now, with the mix being about equal between men and women. I notice that the sway of my breasts is drawing a bit of attention from some of the guys walking by, so I put a little more weight on the heels of my shoes, adding just a bit more swagger to my walk. This has the intended effect of adding a little bounce to them as well. When I catch a good looking guy watching me, I smile and run the tip of my tongue over my teeth. My smile fades slightly as I realize that they aren’t as straight as they could be.

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One night I returned after being out of town two weeks on business trips. I stopped at their apartment, but the door was locked. I knocked but nobody answered. I thought that was odd, since Glenda’s car was in the driveway.

I went to the gas station and saw a guy walk out of the men’s room with a big smile on his face. I thought, “Glenda’s here. Good, getting rid of some sperm will feel great.” When I walked in the men’s room, I smelled cigarette smoke. I went in the usual stall, and some small red fingernails reached through the hole for my money, instead of Glenda’s usual large purple ones.

I asked, “What’s wrong, Cindy? Is your dad sick again?”

I could hear the pain and anger in her voice. “Dad’s in the hospital and I need money. Do you want a blowjob?”

Her fingers sticking through the hole motioned for me to pay.

“I… I’m so sorry. I’ll help again if I can.”

“If you’re not gonna pay, get in here. I need to make as much as I can to help dad. You’ll scare the other guys away.” I heard the other stall door unlatch.

I walked into the other stall slowly. She was sitting on the toilet, and moved so I could sit there, while she sat on a towel by the glory hole.

I said, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I want what’s best for you. You shouldn’t be falling in love until you’re older. I think…”

We heard the restroom door open, and she held a finger to my lips. “Shhh…”

We heard a few footsteps, but they paused before whoever it was entered the other stall. She said, “It’s ok, I’m teaching a friend tonight. Come on in.”

A deep man’s voice asked, “You’re not cops, right? If you’re cops, you have to tell me.” Not true, but apparently he didn’t know that.

She reassured him, “We’re not cops. And I’m not saying anything about sex or money if you’re not.”

“Okay then.”

She held her fingers through the hole and took his money. A moment later a very large black penis stuck through the hole. She squatted down to lick and suck it, and I watched from two feet away. I was surprised she could get several inches in her mouth. The head was nearly the size of a baseball!

Watching her lick and suck it quickly got me hard. Nobody was touching my crotch, but by the time she squirted the guy’s cum onto the floor between her knees, I was halfway to climax too.

He complimented her, “Mmmm, babygirl! That’s some fine suckin’! You want to go again?”

I saw a folded fifty sticking through the hole. Cindy looked at me as I shook my head.

She took the money, saying, “Sure”. She used a baby wipe from her purse to clean him, before she started sucking again. She rested a hand on my crotch as she sucked, but didn’t squeeze or rub me.

I watched her take her mouth off him just in time, and she caught his second load with another baby wipe. My cock was as hard as the wall, and I wanted to cum desperately. I pulled a fifty from my wallet. As the other guy left and the door closed, I held out the cash and begged, “Me too! Please!”

She asked, “Do you love me? Am I your girlfriend?”

“No, but I have money…”

“I don’t want your money. I’ll suck you when you love me. I’ll even fuck you too. So, do you really love me?”

“I ah…”

The door opened, and somebody walked into the other stall. She pushed away my hand holding the cash, and took a fifty from the guy on the other side of the glory hole instead.

A medium-sized white penis stuck through the hole. I was very surprised that it had what looked like three bolts going all the way through the shaft!

She smiled and asked, “You want the usual right? The rough stuff?”

I nearly busted out laughing, when I heard, “Yes, mommy. I’ve been a bad boy. Punish me, mommy!”

She pinched the head of his dick several times, getting responses of, “OW! OW! OUCH! Yeah mommy! I’m so naughty! Hurt me, mommy!” I nearly laughed again. I saw he had several small tattoos on it. Those must istanbul Escort Bayan have hurt like crazy!

She punished his cock quite a while, getting several more complaints of pain, and pleas for more. He surprised her and pumped his spunk onto her arm.

“Thank you, mommy!”

She sweetly said, “Come back any time, bad boy.”

“So good, mommy! Thank you!” He slid an extra twenty through the hole before leaving.

She smiled and said, “Would you believe he works at the IRS?”

I joked, “They love hurting people, so it seems fair.”

We giggled a moment, then she asked, “So are you my boyfriend? Do you really love me yet?”

“I… I can’t. Your dad is my friend, and you’re so young…”

“If you’re not my boyfriend, and you’re not my dad, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” She took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, then blew smoke in my face.

She gave me a very naughty smile and said, “I wish you loved me. Then I could suck white stuff out of you, instead of a cigarette.” She took several big puffs, making my cock swell again.

“Please! I’ll give you a hundred!”

“I’ll suck you when you love me. Otherwise, go home.”

“Two hundred! Please?”

She thought a moment. “Okay, but get in the other stall. You don’t get to see me suck you until you love me.”

I was overwhelmed with lust, but still concerned for her. “Three hundred, if we can do it at your place. I care enough to give you that much, so you don’t have to suck other guys. Please?”

She stared at me, thinking. “Four. Four hundred is the most I ever got in one night. That much, and you’ll be the only one. But once you love me, I’ll do it for free.”

We walked to her apartment, and I sat on the couch. She gave me a nice blowjob and squirted my cum into a washcloth. Until that night, she had been happy to swallow for me.

I said, “I’m so sorry about your dad being in the hospital. Maybe I can…”

She cut me off with, “You paid and got your blowjob. You can leave now.”

“But…”

“Do you love me yet?”

“I… I’m so sorry.” I sadly went home.

I called the hospital the next morning and they told me Glenda was being discharged. He should be home in an hour or two. I took a day off work and drove to their apartment. Cindy was helping him up the stairs when I got there. I took her place and got Glenda into bed.

Being a sales manager for a pharmaceutical company, I recognized most of the medications they had sent home with him. Several were only used to treat HIV or cancer. I suddenly got very depressed, when I noticed a drug that was only used for late-stage bone cancer. I knew he had to be in a lot of pain.

He told Cindy, “I’m okay now. I’ll be fine in a few days. You should go visit one of your friends and let me sleep.”

She hugged him and kissed his forehead. “Okay, dad. Feel better soon.” She picked up her backpack and tromped down the stairs. I was surprised one girl could sound like a whole herd of horses.

I said, “Glenda, I know what this medication is. You have bone cancer? How bad?”

He said, “I don’t want her to worry. Tell her I’ll be okay.”

“That’s not doing her any favors. They only give this to people with less than three months left. How bad?”

He coughed into a tissue. “The doctor says a month or two, maybe only weeks. There’s a bony tumor growing on my heart. But you never know. I’ve been praying a lot.” He coughed up a little blood.

I asked, “And another tumor, or more than one, in a lung?”

He started to cry as he admitted, “And my liver, and a kidney. But I don’t want her to worry. I can’t take seeing her sad!”

He held a hand to his belly. “OOH! Hurts!”

I made the biggest decision of my life in that moment. “Glenda, I don’t want to surprise or offend you, but I love Cindy and I want to marry her. Would you…”

“FINALLY! Marry her already! Half of what istanbul Escort she says to me is, ‘Why doesn’t James love me?'”

I asked, “Is there anything you want before I leave? I need to go buy a ring.”

“GO!”

–

I saw Cindy smoking in the parking lot with her friend Sherry again. Sherry left as I walked over to her, and she started to ask, “So, do you…”

I put a finger on her lips and said, “I made a decision and you should see my house.”

She got very excited, “SO YOU REALLY…” I put a finger on her lips again.

“Let me tell you when I’m ready. Soon.”

When we pulled into my driveway she said, “WOW! It’s beautiful!”

We could have gone in the front door, but I wanted to show the place off a little, without seeming to. “Let’s get the groceries from the trunk and go in the door to the kitchen, it’s in back.”

I handed her a bag with two boxes of condoms, two bottles of wine, and a carton of the cigarettes she liked. She looked in the bag and smiled. I picked up the other two bags and led the way to the back yard. She saw the large deck, fire pit, hot tub, and pool. I could hear the happiness and awe in her voice as she said, “Very nice!”

“You can smoke in the back yard, but not in the house.”

I unlocked the door and walked in. “Put the wine in the fridge and look around a little, then meet me in the basement, okay?”

“Sure.”

In the basement rec room, I turned on the projector and lowered the screen. I sat in the middle of the couch, which was between a pair of recliners. I waited for her to come down and see the re-run of a hockey game on the wall-size screen. Sometimes the players’ images were as large as I was.

I saw her come down the lower part of the stairs with a gigantic smile on her face. “This place is HUGE! Four bedrooms and two bathrooms!”

I corrected her, “Three bathrooms. There’s one in the basement too, over there.”

“And it has two fireplaces! And how did you know I love hockey?”

“Your dad complained you wanted to see hockey instead of football, and I know you like football too.”

She jumped over the back of the sofa landing next to me, then asked, “So which team’s ahead?”

“This is an old game, from a few years ago. The Redwings won, two nothing, it just started. Do you want to go look at the…”

She interrupted, “Shut up and watch.” I smiled and put an arm over her shoulders.

During a commercial, I got up to get us some chips. I reached in the mini-fridge for a beer, and asked her, “Do you want a cola, or a beer?”

“YOU’LL LET ME DRINK TOO?”

“Only at home, if we’re not going anywhere.”

“AWESOME!”

At the end of the second period, she got up. “I want a cigarette. Back soon.”

I said, “I guess you can smoke in the basement too. Use a can for an ashtray.” When the game was over, we brought wine and food to the back yard, and had grilled chicken and baked potatoes cooked on the fire pit. The sun went down, and she sat in my lap. We shared a glass of wine looking at the stars, then had slow, romantic sex in the hot tub in the dark. We climbed from the tub and she had another glass of wine with me. By the light of the fire, I held her chin in my hand. I said, “Cindy, I love your pretty face, and that wonderful smile that always melts my heart. I love hugging and kissing you, getting great blowjobs from you, and making love to you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody before. I love you.”

“I love you too, James! I love you so much!” I kissed her lips, as she cried with happiness. We made love in my bed again before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. Once we woke in the morning, I let her smoke anywhere in the house. It made her happy, and watching her suck was very sexy. Each time I stared at her pretty pink lips, sucking puff after puff of smoke from the cigarette, wishing it were my dick instead.

I planned to ask Escort istanbul her to marry me when I brought her home, so that Glenda could share our joy. We had a terrible shock when we got there. Glenda had called for an ambulance, but was gone by the time they arrived. His will was on the kitchen table. I noticed his bottle of pain pills was empty. It had been almost full the day before. Bone cancer can be terrible, and I didn’t blame him at all. I didn’t mention it to Cindy. We stayed in their little apartment for a few days to get things in order, and sell the things she wouldn’t need at my place.

We didn’t have any sex until a week after the funeral, then we went at it with a vengeance. Within a month, we had fucked in nearly every room in the house, even the garage and a couple of the closets. The night before her 19th birthday, I asked her to marry me. She made me extremely happy by accepting, then I showed Cindy her birthday gift, an SUV. It was built like a tank and had nearly every safety feature known to mankind. A collision with most things short of a bus or semi-truck would only scratch the paint. She asked if she could have a couple of friends over for her birthday and I let her. I’d let her do nearly anything. She drove it for the first time as we picked up five of her friends instead of a couple. The noise of three or four girls talking at once as they gabbed about boys, makeup, boys, clothes, cars, and boys was more than I could take for long. I told them they should go talk in the rec room, and I’d have dinner ready in an hour.

After dinner Cindy French kissed with me quite a while. When we stopped the other girls had disappeared. I asked where they were, and she just shrugged. She told me, “You’ve done a lot of nice things for me, and my birthday present is great! I want to give you a present too. It’s in the basement.”

She held my hand and led me to a large closet downstairs, next to the bathroom. “It’s a shame you won’t get any more blowjobs in the gas station bathroom.”

“I… I love you, so I don’t mind.” She held my hand and moved it down to a new hole in the closet wall, at just the right height. She tapped her fingernails next to the hole, and somebody tapped back. Two fingers with yellow polished nails poked through the hole.

“My friends want some blowjob practice. I hope you can help them?” The naughty smile on her face made me love her even more. She said, “Go ahead. I want to see your face when you cum.”

I stuck my penis through the hole and got an unskilled but nice blowjob. Before I could pull away, a hand held my shaft firmly and another mouth started licking and sucking. Before we went to bed that night, I had gotten five below-average blowjobs and pumped sperm into five mouths. She asked me, “Is it okay if I have another sleepover next weekend?”

How could I resist? “Sure! Any time!”

Then she told me the surprise. “I miss giving a lot of blowjobs, and my friends want to help me too. On Friday, I’ll have six girls and six boys over here. You can get in line and wonder who’s sucking you off, and I can get lots of cum. They’re all safe. None of them have had sex with more than one person, so diseases won’t be a problem.”

I kissed her intensely. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now!”

She told me the best part last. “And two of the girls are virgins. Those two want some fuck practice. If I blindfold you first so you don’t know who you’re doing it with, it won’t be cheating, right?”

“Um… uh… RIGHT!”

We had fuck practice and a blowjob line in our basement nearly every Friday and Saturday until the week of our wedding. The first day of our honeymoon was me watching in the closet with her, as she sucked off half a college football team.

That night two anonymous vaginas and two anonymous asses rode my dick while I was blindfolded. We were more than happy to agree, gloryhole blowjobs and fuck practice weren’t cheating, they were extra fun to enhance our intense love for each other.

The day each of them turned 18, we told our three sons and two daughters about the weekend fuck practice and gloryhole. To this day, I have no idea if they ever got involved.

My wife’s favorite part of me hopes they did.

–

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ONDEA is truly the Amazon Goddess Extraordinaire. HER exotic beauty and erotic audacity are off the charts. Getting whatever, or whoever, SHE wants is assumed now. Yet in HER college career that wasn’t completely the case. Of course SHE dated the hottest guys on campus and by HER senior year possessed a personal stable of stallions unequaled by any other ten coeds. When SHE graduated, ONDEA suddenly and quite cruelly dumped all those bull males leaving them brokenhearted and adrift. But, surprisingly, in that group there were no professors. SHE simply didn’t need to fuck them for grades as SHE was a straight ‘A’ student. Still, after attaining the domme playgirl status SHE luxuriates in now, ONDEA,on occasion, gets the itch to corrupt just one little teacher-man. SHE has recently decided to scratch that itch.

CONQUEST TWO — PART One THE NERDY PROFESSOR

Oh, there are so, so many from which to choose. HER research team has dossiers on at least twenty young, cute, married specimens. After another period of totally discrete vetting SHE has narrowed the list to three. Each seems perfect for HER brief, but quite nasty, plan. An escapade like this could be accomplished by HER in hours, but ONDEA will prolong the devilishness for a week. Decisions, decisions? Finally SHE has one of HER live-in slave-girls lay out their photos face down and SHE points at the winner (i.e. loser.)

Its name is Stanley James, a 26 year old Associate Professor of Economics at one of the California state universities. He’s been in the position for two years after attaining his Masters and a year after marrying his best friend’s younger, mousy-looking sister. ONDEA knows this is not much of a challenge for HER, but its still going to be wickedly satisfying. SHE is going back to school next Monday.

——-

The 1:30 section of Econ 101 is held in the main auditorium because of the large class size. The tiered space is designed to hold nearly a hundred and at least three quarters of the seats are being filled still, even after a week of transfers and drops. Professor James is pleased with the number of students he attracts. He believes he nurtures interest and a high degree of participation in an important, but decidedly dull topic. Several people even audit his class which certainly shows his success.

He enters the room at exactly 1:29 and deposits his text and various papers on the desk as the din of kids conversations slowly subside. “Good Afternoon Everyone,” he cheerfully calls out and a modicum of quiet ensues. “Well it appears we have the final group Kurtköy Escort of students taking this section resolved, so I’d like to announce some of my information for you all now.”

In the next few moments he gives his contact information, cell phone, office location and hours. Then he talks in brief about grading, quizzes and tests.

As he is scanning his papers for anything else, there is the creaking sound of a door opening. A few people in the back rows look around and Mr. James squints up into the darker rear of the room. The ravishing female he sees enter is ONDEA, the sexy siren that will soon become his obsession.

Quite obviously capturing his attention, SHE descends the shallow steps. The crack of HER high heels echos loudly as he stares at the fur and leather-clad blonde bombshell. SHE slithers down into an aisle seat and dramatically crosses HER legs. Mr. James clears his throat and attempt to proceed. “Ahh, well, ahh I need to ask if there is anyone auditing my class?”

There is no immediate response so he continues, “Well…” but a sultry female voice interrupts, calling out, “I AM.” Again gazing up he sees HER hand raised, gold bracelets sliding down over a black, finger-less driving glove. “Yes,” he says with a catch in his speech, “Name please.”

“KIKI…KIKI RYDER.” Murmurs abound and heads turn.

He hesitates, feeling his face flush and his knees wobble. “O.K., ahh, please see me after class.”

“OHH, I WILL, PROFESSOR JAMES,” SHE gushes suggestively. Some low snickers and groans follow.

He recognizes he needs to settle himself and the class, so he blurts, “Shall we get to today’s lesson.” For the next forty-five minutes he struggles through his lecture trying to concentrate and not look at HER. Avoiding KIKI is quite impossible because SHE is in his direct line-of-sight when glancing up. SHE is not taking notes. SHE is texting on HER phone. SHE occasionally stares at him and smiles slyly. SHE is so fucking gorgeous.

Tiny beads of sweat form on his forehead, and he stammers several times before he mercifully comes to the end of his material. He directs the reading for the next class, and asks if there are any questions.

SHE raises HER hand and twists HER wrist causing light to refract wildly through several diamond rings, “DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME NOW, MR, JAMES?” His eyes meet HER’s and a chill pervades his whole body. His single word comes out as a squeak, “Yes.” ONDEA smiles mischievously stretching out HER leg into the aisle giving him a clear view of Kurtköy Escort Bayan HER boot adorned with glittering jewelry and a nasty-looking spur.

“See everyone on Wednesday,” he manages to blurt out, looking down on his desk trying to calm down. The students file out rapidly, noise and talk rising to a near crescendo before tapering into silence in the course of a minute. Finally he swallows hard and tips his head upward.

SHE is still seated; playing with HER exceeding long and luxuriously full platinum tresses. Bobbing HER glistening black ankle boot up and down SHE stares unassumingly around the room.

Stanley James shivers having never before experienced the amount of lascivious lust that now grips him. He clears his throat and meekly calls out, “Ahh, Miss.’

Abruptly SHE turns and glares at him, “MZZZ,” SHE corrects loudly.

“I, I’m, sa, sorry,” he apologizes.

“COME UP HERE, MR. PROFESSOR,” SHE purrs extending an arm and draping it over the adjacent seat back. This movement causes HER richly-colored fox jacket to spread open and revel shockingly enormous tits that bulge enticingly out from a brief leather halter top.

Without hesitation he staggers up the steps drawn by HER seductive aura. Reaching HER tier Stanley instinctively falls to one knee to be at HER eye level. A cunning grin forms on HER stunningly glamorous face and SHE coos, “WELL DONE, MY LITTLE PROFESSOR.”

At this close distance he simply cannot help but ogle the splendor of HER spectacularly displayed bod. Its flowing curves form a dramatic, eye-popping hour glass shape. A bare midriff, pierced navel and taut abs taper into a pair of glossy, painted-on black leather leggings, their skin tight smoothness seems to descend forever till they plunge into stiletto- heeled boots.

He realizes that he desperately longs to touch HER and caress HER and, ‘Oh gawd’ he’s so turned on already. “LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?” SHE deliberately recrosses HER legs so that a gold crotch zipper comes into view. “Ya, I mean, I di, didn’t me, mean…” “UMM, I,” SHE interrupts, emphasizing the ‘I’, “LIKED YOUR…” HER eyes brazenly inspect his torso before SHE concludes, “PRESENTATION.”

“KIKI WANTS MORE OF YOU,” SHE whispers, planting HER boots together on the tile floor and gracefully arising. James feels HER fingers slide into his curly hair; then ruffle it playfully. Petrified he stares directly at the deep crease in HER leather that forms a shameless cameltoe and the zipper that separates mouthwatering lips. A long glistening Escort Kurtköy nail traces downward along the zip and the finger slithers into HER crotch.

“TONGUE… HERE,” he hears from above. It has been so long since Stanley has licked a pussy. Not his wife’s because she doesn’t like that, surprisingly. Even though he knows its wrong, as well as highly dangerous in a classroom he cannot help himself. Leaning forward and seeing HER fingers splay out into an inverted “V” shape he touches the leather where directed. Then he licks upward, inhaling the musky scent of sex. SHE places a hand on the back of his head and presses him closer. Stanley is lost now and strokes the metal zip frantically.

Abruptly MZ. RYDER backs away, turns and begins to saunter up the steps, deliciously tight ass swaying hypnotically with each fluid stride. Stanley moans pathetically; never has he lusted more. When SHE reaches the landing SHE pivots, appearing incredibly imposing with a sly smirk and a beckoning finger, “COME WITH ME, TEACH.”

Getting to his feet, Stanley suddenly realizes that he’s hard as a rock. His boner is fully erect and oozing pre-cum into a puddle on his slacks. Yet his only thought is to follow her, and he does. They walk into the rear corridor, one seldom used and the one which SHE used to enter the class an hour ago.

HER soaring high heels echo loudly in the narrow, hard-surfaced space as SHE struts to one of the two small, poorly-lit, obviously little-used study carrells. “HERE,” SHE snaps at him pointing into the cubicle. Without a second thought he scurries over and starts to sit, but SHE grabs his waistband right next to his bulge and in seconds has his belt undone and his zipper down. “TAKE IT OUT!” The gorgeous amazon snarls.

Stanley is dumbstruck at the brazenness of this beauty and stammers, “I, I, umm, umm…”

“NOW!” HER eyes glowing intensely watching him quiver and obey. In his hands is a quite larger, raging hard-on. “UHHH, MY LITTLE PROF ISN’T SO LITTLE IS HE?” MZ. RYDER purrs teasingly as SHE steps forward to push him back into the confined space.

“TURN AROUND.” He does. “WANK IT FOR ME.” He hesitates, then feels HER hands on his arms and HER hair brushing against his neck. The tip of a tongue tweaks his earlobe and SHE whispers, “PLEEZZZ.”

Stanley closes his eyes and furiously pumps his throbbing cock. In mere seconds he tenses and whimpers as one ribbon, and then another of jizz shoots forth and splatters on the wood wall and seat. He thrusts his groin out, his hand a blur of motion. He wants more, and more.

“TILL WEDNESDAY…”

Stunned back to reality, he twists and looks behind him. SHE flips the fur back over HER shoulder, chuckling at the pitiful wreck of a male SHE has so mischievously wrought. SHE gives him a seductive wink and murmurs, “…BABE,” before briskly walking away.

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I.

We finished dinner and had drinks on the fantail. Nadia and Pudge went off to our room for something. There was music and a couple of the girls started dancing. The night air had cooled slightly, but it was still quite pleasant. I nursed a glass of Irish whiskey over ice while I watched the scene.

Misty and Denise were the first to get up to dance. They brought their new toy onto the dance floor with them. The music was slow. Misty took the boy into her arms, and they started to sway. Denise brought her massive form up behind him and wrapped her arms around him and Misty. I thought I knew how this might go and was not wrong. Misty brought her head over the boy’s shoulder. Denise met her in a kiss. They both started to grind against their trapped quarry. The poor boy squirmed and fought helplessly against the crush of their powerful hard bodies. Misty grabbed Denise’s muscled ass that strained against her tight black leather pants. Misty pulled Denise even harder against the trapped man. The grinding had its predictable effect on the boy. I saw his body spasm and he came in his pants.

Misty pulled her lips back from Denise’s and giggled. She smiled wryly at the boy and kissed him. Then, mercilessly, she pulled her body into him. He was crushed against the brick wall of Denise’s muscular body. He fought the crush with all he had, but it was nowhere near enough. Misty giggled again as the boy passed out from lack of air. The girls released their smashing embrace and the boy collapsed in a heaving heap on the floor. They returned to their embracing kiss indifferent to the crushed body beside them.

I shook my head. The physical asymmetry that had developed between men and women was difficult enough to grasp. The aggression and indifference that women now seemed so comfortable with was more alarming. I stretched my aching back a neck and considered my bruised and battered body. This was just from a few days of unrestrained sex with a woman — women — who cared about me. They didn’t intend for me to be hurt. It just sort of happened. It was almost like an industrial accident — the sort of thing that happens when weak flesh and frail bone has a run in with metal and machine. In this case, the metal and machine were the ridiculously strong and unbreakable bodies of women, and the machine was the power those bodies could exert. The weak flesh and frail bone was still that of men — just, in this case, it was “only” men. If Misty and Denise’s male plaything looked like he’d been run through a thresher it was because he had been.

Off in the shadows I could hear more muffled moans. I poked my head around the corner to see what was up and found the source. Beth and one of her boys were making out on a bench on the starboard side of the boat. I got the sense that, while the boy was willing, Beth was doing most of the taking here. She had the guy lock in an embrace that he clearly wasn’t getting out of. As I looked closer I got a senso of the reason for her distraction. One of the other boys has going down on her under her dress. He clearly wasn’t having as good a time as Beth was. She had her legs locked around his head. The guy was struggling uselessly to pull free and probably struggling to breathe. In her absent bliss Beth kept crushing his face into her sex. The third guy — pants ripped off — was passed out on the deck. Jesus, I thought, she’s been through one guy and is halfway through two others. It hadn’t been twenty minutes since we’d gotten up from dinner. I flexed my aching back and wondered how any of the male guests aboard were going to make it through the night.

“Dance with me”, came an order from behind me. I turned. It was Midge. She stepped close to me and took my glass out of my hand. She loomed over me her heels. She would have been taller than me regardless, but the heels made her about a full head taller. She was like a slightly taller Nadia I thought. Maybe not as filled out overall, but a little more buxom and probably just a little more toned — a benefit of youth. Her backless minidress was a shimmering silvery spaghetti-strap shrift that clung to her body in a way that I had to admit, despite my shame, was incredibly sexy. She emptied my glass except for the ice. “Ice?” She questioned, adding a disapproving head shake and a mockingly terse, “Simon…”

“I know,” I offered, “I could find myself ejected from the Callahan family for such atrocities.”

“Well, I don’t know about those snooty Callahan’s,” She replied, “But we shanty-Irish Ryan’s take our whiskey straight.” She smiled, pour herself at least a double, and drank it. She put the glass down and grabbed me by the hand. “Now dance with me,” she commanded again as she dragged me effortlessly to the dance floor. I resisted in protest, but, as overmatched physically as I was, I don’t think she noticed.

I put my right arm around her waist. Not finding a fabric-covered place to put my hand, I rested against the young girls Kartal Escort toned lower back. Her skin was taut, soft, and warm. Midge draped her long left arm over my shoulder and puller herself uncomfortably close. She would have done the same with her other arm, but I took her hand in mine in an effort to create some space. We swayed with the music for a few seconds when she spoke. “Nadia was right,” she said matter-of-factly.

I had to know, “Right about what, Midget?”

She smiled as she squeezed her hand around mine just enough that I winced, and replied, “You are a lousy dancer.” With that she took her arm from my shoulder to my waist and spun me around so fast I couldn’t count how many times she turned before she stopped. I do know I was dizzy and unsteady on my feet when she did. I managed, just barely, to keep my balance.

Midge smiled at me, put both arms around me to hold me steady, and said, “Are you okay, there little guy?” She pulled me closer to her — close enough that her firm young tits pressed into me and added, “You really should be more careful about who give nicknames to.” She gave me a squeeze to emphasize her point. She took hold of my wrist and dragged me from the dance floor commanding, “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”

II.

Again I considered objecting, but it was clear that, whatever Midge wanted to talk about was important to her. She also had an iron lock on my wrist, so it was also clear that I was going wherever she was going. In this case that happened to be the foredeck. The moon had not yet risen, and it was clear night. From the darkened foredeck one could see just about every star in creation. She came to a stop on a padded bench that faced the bow. We sat and both looked up at the sea of stars.

I was a little on guard. If Midge brought here because her male friend had left and I was left alone and vulnerable when Nadia and Pudge went to our stateroom, then I was definitely in trouble. I had trouble imagining the 13-year-old girl I knew taking me against my will. Of course, I also had trouble imagining that girl curling a 500lb barbell and I had seen that happen with my own eyes. If the latter had come to pass, might also the former? Midge was family, after all. But, then, I had seen how sex-mad women had become, so anything might be possible. There was a weird silence that I decided had to be broken.

“So what did want to talk about, Midget?” I asked with a nervous smile.

She stuck her tongue out at me. “You won’t think your stupid little nickname is so funny when I toss you overboard,” she answered. She continued, “So what’s really the deal with you and Nadia and Jules? I mean, how far are you thinking this Simon sandwich will go?”

“That’s not really any of your business,” I started, but the look on her face — a look I’d seen from her cousin — told me she clearly intended to make it her business. So I answered as honestly as I could. “I really don’t know, Midge. I came here to prove to Nadia that we could make it work despite everything that’s changed. I’m not sure that I can. I mean look at me,” I gestured to my bruised-up body and limped over to the sit beside her. “I love Nadia. And I think I’m in love with Pudge. I can’t even tell you how amazing things are in the bedroom, but I don’t know if I can keep up this pace.”

“Well, it’s clear to me,” she replied, “That you can’t. It’s a miracle you’ve made it this far.”

“I’m holding my own, thank you very much.” I countered with building indignation.

“Simon,” Midge shot back, “You really don’t get it, do you? There is no way you can keep up with the two of them if they’re really going all out. I mean, do you even understand how much stronger than men women have become?”

“I think I do, Midget. I have the bruises to prove that I do. I mean I saw you pounding the life out of that frat boy the other night. You were holding that barbell like it weighed nothing. Still that guy made it.” I retorted. Midge smiled. I thought she was just recalling a “happy” memory or that night. I was wrong.

“That’s just it, Simon,” she started, “It was like it weighed nothing. I can easily lift twice that — probably more. That guy “made it” because I was holding the weight off of him and holding myself back. Even then he could barely take it — and that was the second guy that night. I could have easily broken them both in half.”

“There’s no wa –” My denial was cut off as she reached down in a lightning-strike movement, grabbed my ankle, flipped me off my feet and stood holding me upside down with her arm outstretched. Aside from the blood rushing to my head, the strength that must have taken — to hold me with no leverage at all was almost too much for me to understand.”

“Do you want to change your answer?” She asked as I dangled. I must have take to long to reply because she started shaking me back and forth.

“Okay. Okay. I get it. Do let me down,” I Kartal Escort Bayan ordered, adding “Carefully.”

Midge did so. I was a little out of breath. She clearly hadn’t exerted herself in the feat of strength. She spoke as I gathered myself. “Look, I love Nadia. When my mom died, she filled in a lot of the gaps that I needed filled = for me and Millie. And, Simon, I love you too. I can’t even think about how heartbroken you’d both be if you can’t make things work.”

I nodded. She was right, of course. A lot of marriages were falling apart over the differences between men and women, and our could be next. I just didn’t know what else to do. I stretched — my back was even more sore now. “So how can I Midge? Tell me, you’ve got that supercomputer brain,” I said, asking “How can I make it work?”

Midge had an answer. “Simple,” she said, “You share the load.”

I didn’t understand, and I guess my look made it evident.

I reality hit me almost as she spoke, “Simon, what do you think Jules is doing here in the first place?”

It was three-dimensional chess.

And I just realized I was the pawn.

III.

It was a quick walk back to our stateroom. I had tried to decide what to say to the girls but hadn’t figured it out when I walked in on them in the bedroom.

The two of them were naked and going at it pretty hard on the bed when I walked in. They didn’t notice me at first. Nadia was on top of Pudge with Pudge’s legs around Nadia’s body. They were locked in a kiss as Nadia thrusted her sex against Pudge’s with speed and force. Nadia, unrestrained by the frailty of slamming against a more fragile body — mine — was thrusting with such force that the bed — made of steel and made fast to the floor of the cabin was actually bending with each pounding. Pudge was taking it fine — I’m pretty sure Nadia would have shattered my pelvis with those thrusts. They were lock in a kiss and moaning in absent bliss. Despite my mental anguish, the sight of them overwhelmed my irritation and I found myself growing erect in my shorts.

I cleared my throat to try to get their attention, but they were too lost in what seemed like each of their ongoing orgasms to either hear me or register. I approached the side of the bed thinking they’d stop on seeing me. I made to the side of the bed without anyone noticing my presence. It took putting my hand to Nadia’s sweating shoulder

I obviously didn’t understand how intensely lust-bound they were at the moment. Think about it like coming between a mad dog and its food. You’ve only got two options — keep your distance or become part of the meal. Failing to recognize the danger, I soon found myself on the menu.

Nadia pulled her body off of Pudge. She grabbed my wrist and flung me onto the bed with one hand. Before I could react, she’d ripped my shorts off and engulfed my now fully hard cock with her mouth. I tried to protest, but my words were muffled as Pudge straddled my head and smashed down on my face. with her powerful ass. I struggled to free myself but was no match for her strength as she was overcome with orgasmic fury making her grind on my face harder and harder. I went so far as to pound my fists on her legs — it felt like I was hitting a stone wall and produced about as much reaction as one might get from the wall.

Within a few seconds the mouth on me boner was replaced with the tightness of Nadia’s amazing hairless pussy. Pudge shifted to face her and I could somehow tell their tongues wire dancing as Nadia started her jackhammering of my comparatively fragile pelvis and Pudge’s thighs locked my head to her pussy. They had worked each other into a frenzy, and I became really worried they might do real damage to me this time. I steeled myself against the crush of Nadia’s indomitable vaginal muscles that I knew to be coming. I knew it was hopeless. As hard as my dick was, I knew it to be outmatched and defenseless in the grasp of the powerful vise between her sultry legs.

Then there was a change. On an upward stroke I felt Nadia come off of my member completely. She shifted 180 degrees and grabbed me. I couldn’t see what was happening, but then figured it out as she came down and slid my dick — slippery with her ample wetness — into her even-tighter ass. She started pounded again and leaned back to let Pudge massage her pussy and breasts. Both of their riding build in speed and intensity. For my part, I was finished withing seconds of entering Nadia’s tighter hole.

Well “finished” is probably not the right word.

“Finished” would imply that I was done or was free to be done.

Neither was true.

I did cum — powerfully and fully. I spewed what felt like every drop of available fluid into Nadia’s ass, but she just kept going and going. I struggled more as the last drops were spend and my dick became incredibly sensitive. I might as well been screaming at a storm. Nadia and Pudge both Escort Kartal built to a massive orgasm. I was nearly drown in Pudge’s wetness as Nadia continued to ride my dick with her ass. I was overwhelmed with sensation. I started to cum again as Nadia peaked herself. This time the crush came from the clench of her anal sphincter. I screamed in pain and was cumming at the same time. My dick and ball contracted and pumped desperately and futilely against the crush. I couldn’t take it. Between the overwhelming sensation and the lack of air I lost my hold on consciousness and the world again went dark.

IV.

I woke with a start. I don’t think I was out long. Nadia and Pudge were laying next to me on the bed. They’d had time to put on nightshirts and Pudge had found a short robe. I gathered my thoughts and shook my head to clear it. I sat up — spasming in pain as I did. Nadia notice and sat up to massage my back. I pulled away in my confusion and anger.

“Okay…” she said. “Is something wrong.”

I stood, found a pair of shorts, and pulled them on. I turned and spoke, “What the hell was that?” There was clearly no understanding from either of them. “I came here to find out what this has all been about,” I said gesturing to the two of them, “And you two practically rape me.”

Nadia spoke, “I’m sorry, honey, I thought you were into it — into ‘us’.”

“And what is ‘us’?” I asked. “I mean, what are we doing here? Did we really just ‘run into’ Pudge as we both happened to be in Key West at the same time.” I was getting pretty worked up. The girls looked at each other. Pudge got up, put a sheer cover-up on over her red lingerie, and moved toward the door. “God-damnit, don’t walk out of here. I want to know what this is about,” I was getting a lot more pissed than I had been in a while.

“Relax, sport,” Pudge said as she flicked on the light, “I was just turning on the lights.”

Nadia took my hand, and explained, “I’m sorry. I just don’t think you really understand how much sex I need. I know you’re trying but look at you. Do you really think you can do five or six hours of this a night?”

I looked at Pudge for some sort of confirmation. She just said, “At least.” Then she added, “You could have told us to stop.”

“I tried but couldn’t make the words. I was fighting to get free.” I explained.

“Oh, you were?” Pudge asked. “I guess I didn’t notice. We really need to get you in the weight room, buddy.”

“This isn’t funny, Pudge,” I replied, “I’m trying to save my marriage here.”

The is a moment right before a person goes too far in an argument between two people who love each other. Any married person can tell you about a time when they knew they crossed that line and how they wished they hadn’t. Time slows down right as that happens. I have a theory about that — and I am or was a professor of physics and quantum mechanics, so hear me out on this. My theory is that it’s the universe giving you a little extra chance to not cross it. Now, it’s not often that a quantum physicist will tell you the universe cares about you, but I think it’s a reasonable theory.

Of course, the universe really can’t always be expected to save someone as stupid and assholish as me, and it didn’t.

“It’s no fucking wonder you got dumped for tranny.”

The words just hung there in the sea air of the cabin. If I could have grabbed them and stuffed them back in my stupid mouth, I would have. Of course, I couldn’t. Even if I could, I don’t think I would have had the time.

I thought I saw Pudge start to move, but that might be my memory playing tricks on me. I know for sure I didn’t see any of the rest of her movement. What I think happed is she hit me in the chest with both hands and I flew into the paneling of the far wall. I would have fallen to the floor at that point, but Pudge crossed the room herself and held me against the wall with her hand at my throat — my feet not touching the floor. She pulled back her other hand in a fist. I turned expecting a skull-shattering blow that I almost certainly deserved.

“Jules — DON’T!” Nadia yelled.

Somehow, that was enough to spare me the blow if not to save me from what came next.

Pudge teared up, “You stupid, arrogant, asshole, cock-sucking son of a bitch, what do you think I’m trying to do here? I’m trying to HELP you save your fucking marriage,” she was crying now. “I’m trying to get you to fucking understand that you can’t fucking do it alone. Why the fuck do you think we went through all this fucking trouble? I came here and risked everything I still value in this fucking world and you keep fighting it. You need to get it through your thick hillbilly skull that you are going to lose her, and she is going to lose you and I am going to lose both of you, and I can’t. I can’t… I can’t…” She was sobbing.

She held me up by my throat for a few more seconds as tears ran down her face. She looked at Nadia. Nadia had tears welling in her eyes. Pudge released her grip, and I fell to the floor coughing. Nadia knelt to help me as Pudge walked to the exterior door. She paused in the doorway, silhouetted by the light of a full moon. She turned her head for second and walked out into the night.

V.

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We arrived at Berkhamsted station at five to nine, with 20 minutes to spare before the next train to Euston. It was a blazingly hot day, so we were both wearing T-shirts, shorts and sandals, and were both covered in sun-cream. I got the tickets, and walked back to Hannah, and we then went up to the platform in the lift. A middle-aged couple got in with us, and failed to disguise completely their glances at Hannah. Well, she is extremely good-looking, with long, wavy red hair and freckles, pale skin, big, limpid blue eyes, full lips. pert breasts, and a slim figure, but I’m not altogether sure that was the reason. Hannah, who is used to being glanced at, gave them a smile.

When the lift opened, we walked along the platform a little way, then waited. Hannah said “Lift me up.” I put the brake of her wheelchair on, then put my hands under her armpits.

“No, properly,” she said, “arms under my armpits, round my back, lift me up all the way, and hold me there.”

I lifted her legs up one by one, and put the footrests up, put her feet on the floor, and did as she asked, feeling without seeing the glances in our direction from behind me, and hearing muttered comments I couldn’t quite make out.

“Is your bum sore?” I asked quietly.

“No”, she replied, rather more loudly than was really necessary, “I just wanted a cuddle from my gorgeous husband!”. I smiled. She is mischievous, and likes occasionally to deliberately embarrass me in public. I held her there for a minute or two, enjoying the feel of her limp body against mine.

“I’m sure that’s not a gun in your pocket, big boy!”, she said, rather too loudly again.

I lowered her back into her chair, positioned her slender torso between the padded body-stabilisers, with her arms on the outside of them, lifted up her feet again, put her footrests down and her feet on them, then arranged her hands on her lap, one beautiful, dainty hand on each thin, flabby thigh. Normally, she uses her power-chair with the chin-control, but just occasionally suggests the manual chair, pushed by me, that she used to use when she still had enough strength in her arms to propel it herself. She knows I get a kick out of doing as much as possible for her, including pushing her in the manual chair.

The train arrived on time, at nine fifteen, so I pushed her towards the nearest door, and, when they opened, turned her round and pulled her on backwards, then moved her over to the opposite side, so that other people could get in. I heard a woman whisper “Poor girl!” to her husband.

We got to Euston just before ten, where I wheeled her down the platform and through the barrier, after which she said quietly

“I think my bag needs emptying.”

In the disabled toilet, I pushed up the left leg of her loose-fitting, knee-length shorts, unstrapped the catheter bag, which was rather full, detached it from the tube, which I plugged, emptied it into the bowl, re-attached it, strapped it back to her thigh, and pulled her shorts leg back down. She assured me that her pad was still clean – it is fortunate that she has full feeling throughout her body, as she knows when her bag, or the pad she wears in case of accidents, needs attention.

I’ve known Hannah since we were 11, and started at William Cowper school together, and have loved her almost as long. She was the little red-haired girl to my Charlie Brown, Pendik Escort except that she returned my feelings. She was tall, slim, and sporty, playing netball for the school. I used to watch the games sometimes, admiring her lithe athleticism. One day, when we were 16, she seemed slower than usual, and tripped up twice in the first half, falling and bashing her head on the ground the second time. She didn’t reappear for the second half, and afterwards, as I walked home with her, I asked her if she was ok. “Yeah. Well, no.” she replied. “I don’t know what went wrong – I kept tripping over my feet.” I noticed, and mentioned, that she seemed to be walking a little awkwardly. “It’s my ankles” she replied, “they seem to be weak.”

Her parents took her to the Doctor after two days with no improvement. She assured them, and her, that it was probably nothing, and would clear up of its own accord, but if not, they should come back to see her again.

Six months later, her feet and ankles were completely paralysed, and her feet floppy, so that she had to lift them high to clear her toes of the ground. She couldn’t balance when standing still, and had to hold on to something solid, or someone’s arm, to avoid falling over. Various specialists and tests could not identify any known condition – she did not fit any of the muscular dystrophies, and anyway had shown the first symptoms too late in life, and it obviously wasn’t MS. A virus similar to polio was briefly considered, but soon dismissed, as was motor neurone disease and psycho-somatic illness: the one thing that was clear was that this was physical. She was supposed to use two walking-sticks at school, but adolescent vanity prompted her sometimes to leave them behind in the cloakroom. She had plenty of friends to offer her an arm – and sometimes the arm was mine, as we had been an established boyfriend/girlfriend pair since well before that fateful Netball match. I realised, to my shame at the time, that I found her holding my arm and walking slowly and with difficulty, rather arousing.

A year later, by her 18th birthday, her knees were becoming unreliable, and she had to use crutches whether she liked it or not. One day, as we walked to school together, her holding my right arm with her left, and using one of her crutches on her right arm, me holding the other one in my left hand, she tearfully told me that if I wanted to break up, she’d understand. I stopped, turned to face her, gave her a long kiss, and told her I loved her, and wouldn’t dream of it.

By the time she was 19, her knees had gone completely, and her hips were becoming weak. She had to use a wheelchair most of the time, but occasionally managed short distances with a walking-frame. Her lower legs were by now noticeably atrophied. Once, as we had a late-night snog on her parents’ settee, she confessed that she had to wear an incontinence pad in case of accidents.

She turned 20 completely paralysed below the rib-cage, although she retained full feeling throughout her body. The paralysis being flaccid, her legs had become very thin and atrophied. One autumn day that year, I asked her to marry me. At first, she tearfully refused, but I persisted, and she soon agreed. My parents, fond though they were of Hannah, had understandable doubts about the wisdom of my marrying a paraplegic whose condition Pendik Escort Bayan was likely to deteriorate further, but they could see that we were in earnest, as could her parents. As it happened, the disease then went into abeyance, and she remained a paraplegic with full use of her upper body. We were married the following Spring, shortly after our 21st birthdays, and moved into an adapted ground-floor flat.

Her condition remained stable until we were both nearly 23. Then, one day, she said to me in the evening

“I think the disease is back.”

Her hands had become weak, so that she couldn’t grip her wheelchair rims very well. She began using palm cuffs on her hands to help her grip them, but before long, she had to use a power-chair with a T-style joystick on the right arm-rest, and not long after that, she had to have a chin-control and padded body-stabilisers fitted, as, by her 25th birthday, she was completely paralysed below the neck, except, mercifully, that she could breathe unaided and support her head. We are now nearly 28, and the disease is once more in abeyance. We know that there is no possibility of any recovery, but hope that the disease makes no more advance for many years, or better still, not at all.

We headed for the taxi rank, all London black cabs being wheelchair-accessible nowadays, and were greeted by the driver of our black cab, which was maroon (they’re called “black cabs” whatever the colour – daft, but there it is), an overweight, cheerful man of about 40, who got the ramp out for us, and chatted in broad cockney all the way to the London Eye. We were booked for a 12 noon ride, and had plenty of time to spare, so I bought us both “99” ice creams, and held Hannah’s for her to lick while I licked mine, then took out her chocolate flake and held it for her to bite.

When our turn came, the operator stopped it briefly so that we could get on. We were followed by another couple, about the same age as us, she in a small-wheeled manual chair pushed by him, and apparently the survivor of a devastating right-sided stroke. She was rather fat, quite pretty, and had long, auburn hair. It soon became apparent that she was unable to speak, and from the way her husband talked to her, repeating things and keeping it simple, and the somewhat vacant look on her face and pointless fiddling with her clothes with her left hand, I got the impression that she was away with the fairies, poor woman.

At the very top of the ride, I photographed Hannah with all London spread out behind her, and the other man did the same with his wife. The four of us chatted as we descended – well, three of us did: the other woman smiled vacantly and made occasional meaningless sounds. They were called Susan and David, and were from Watford, it transpired: he was 31, and she was 30. They had been married six years previously, and she had had a stroke on the second day of their honeymoon. She emerged from a five- week coma in the condition we saw her in, and she spent most of her time being cared for in a special unit, where he visited her every day after work. On a good day, she knew who he was. He brought her home every weekend. Hannah and I told them our story.

After bidding each other goodbye and wishing each other well – Hannah made a point of saying goodbye to Susan by name, and was rewarded at the second Escort Pendik attempt with a sweet smile – they went off in one direction, while we headed for the Founder’s Arms, an excellent riverside pub near Shakespeare’s Globe, for lunch and drinks, before heading over the Millennium bridge towards St Pauls. At the Northern end, Hannah asked me to lift her up and change her position, assuring me that this time it was necessary, as her bum was getting hot, and she was generally uncomfortable. I did so, taking the opportunity to give her a few affectionate pecks on the cheek, before lowering her back down, and lifting and manipulating each limb in turn.

We headed for the Eastern end of St Pauls, where the disabled entrance was, and were surprised and pleased to see Susan and David ahead of us. I called out to them, and David turned towards us, greeted us again, and then turned Susan’s chair towards us. When she saw us, she looked surprised, pointed to us, and made happy burbling noises.

“You remember Hannah and Richard?” said David.

We both said hello to her, and she continued burbling happily. Later, David said that Susan’s short-term memory was shot to pieces, and she forgot most things within an hour, so we must have made an impression on her for her to recognise us, as she obviously did. We looked around together as a foursome, Hannah reminisced wistfully about climbing up to the very top of the dome, where there was a small exterior platform, when she’d visited with her parents when she was 14, Sue continued making happy noises, and Dave (we were already calling them Dave and Sue, and Dave was calling us Rick and Han, at our invitation) later told me that he sometimes wondered if Sue thought she was making comprehensible speech when she burbled away. Sue appeared to be impressed by the huge, vulgar tomb of Wellington in the crypt, and throughout had a look of child-like wonder on her face.

We all headed for Euston, and caught the same early-evening train. At Watford Junction, we bid our new friends a fond farewell, and promised to keep in touch, having exchanged email addresses.

The next morning, Sunday, after the lengthy rigmarole of changing, showering, and dressing Hannah, lifting her into her usual power-chair with the chin-control, and making breakfast and feeding her and myself, I checked our emails. Though it was still only 7:50, there was one from Sue and Dave.

“Hi – hope you got back safely”, it read. “It was great to meet you yesterday. Sue is much more with it and aware today than usual – I think the stimulation of the day, and meeting you, was good for her. Thank you, Hannah, especially, for your kind attention to Sue throughout: many people ignore her, or talk about her to me in her presence. You didn’t, which was lovely. I attach two photos – the photo of Sue that I took at the top of the Eye, and the photo of you two that I took at Euston. Sue still seems to remember you – her face lit up and she got quite excited when I showed her the attached photo of you both.”

It was signed, rather touchingly, “Sue and Dave”, though really it was just from Dave, of course.

I showed the email to Hannah, and then we replied

“Hi – thanks for the email. We had a great time in London, especially meeting you both. I attach our photo of Hannah at the top of the Eye, and the one we took of you both at Euston. We must meet again before long – I’ll phone you.

Rick.

Hi – this is Hannah, typing with a mouth-stick – slow, but it works. We had a great day yesterday, topped off by meeting you both. It was lovely to meet you, Sue, and I look forward to meeting you again soon.

Hannah.”

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This is a story about a woman who is shared by her husband but ends up taken not given

A Dominant, A Scavenger Hunt,

And Some else’s Wife.

Part Four

How she gets what she wants, her husband gets what he wants,

And the Dominant gets what he wants

When Doug got to the room, he tried to enter but couldn’t get in so I met him at the door.

“Your wife is busy sucking one cock, getting fucked by another, and two more in line waiting.”

“Well Let me in to watch.”

“Not so fast there Doug. First you have to pay the admission price.”

“You want Money for me to watch my own wife fuck?”

“No money involved Doug, you’ll pay with you humiliation and subservience.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?”

“To start, you can’t come in unless your naked.”

“Are you suggesting I strip right here in the hallway?”

“Your sweet wife walked from the elevator to the room naked Doug. What makes you better than her?”

“I won’t do that.”

“Then I’ll call you when we’re done.”

I shut the door and flipped the bolt to lock. I could hear him cursing outside the door, then he got quieter. Eventually he texted me.

“OK, I’ll. Do it.”

“Knock on the door when you’re without clothes, and I’ll let you in.”

Two minutes later he knocked on the door. I opened it with the security bar still on and he was naked in the hall.

“Here are the rules. Anyone can speak to you, but you must remain quiet. There are enough of us in here that if you break the rules, we tie you up and leave Maltepe Escort you in the elevator naked for someone to find.”

OK, I agree.”

Having been satisfied I caused him the humiliation he desires, I let him in and led him to a chair positioned for a front row seat. Deb was mounted on one cock, ass up and another cock in her mouth. I went over where Doug could watch and pulled her plug most of the way out, then slammed it back in. Over and over getting her ready until her squeaks turned into moans. Her ass was ready for the taking, and taking it is what I’ve been thinking about night.

As Doug sat in his chair watching three Men take turns feeding Deb’s mouth and pussy their cum, he was getting hard. Deb noticed him lightly running his fingers over his cock.

“Mmmmmp, mmmmph grb grb.”

“Whats wrong slut?”

My Friend currently using her mouth pulled out so she could talk.

“He’s trying to stroke himself off. You told me you would Dominate him, and that means you don’t let him cum.”

“Did you hear that Doug, Momma doesn’t want you to get any release here tonight.”

I stood him up and bent him over the bed next to where his wife was still getting fucked. I bound his hands in the small of his back and was about to put him back in the chair. But Deb had another idea.

“Where’s that first plug you out in my ass?”

“I washed it and put it with my bag, why?”

“If I had to wear it while getting fucked, he can wear it while watching me getting fucked.”

Now I had Maltepe Escort Bayan a dilemma on my hands. When I first texted these two, there was no mention of him except for him watching silently. Then Deb told me about his proclivity for Domination and humiliation, and his quick submission to my demands showed me she was right. But now she wants me to shove a plug up what I’m thinking is his virgin ass, I wasn’t sure how to proceed. But I was sure they would show me with a little prompting.

“You hear that, Doug; Deb wants me to shove a buttplug up your ass? Don’t you have something to say about that?”

“Please don’t do it, I’ve never even had a finger up there.”

“Well then why do you think your sweet Whore-Wife wants me to do this to you. Did you do something to make her angry?”

“Let me up and I’ll explain it all, and why I want him plugged.”

“You heard her guys, climb off and let her do her thing.”

As he lay there face down, she walked over and grabbed him by the hair to lift his eyes to hers.

“You made me a promise hubby, do you remember what it was?”

He didn’t say a word, just looked at her with pleading eyes, so she let his face drop to the bed, stood up, to address me and my friends. I had a feeling this was going to be good. Understand, I’ve seen a lot of things play out between couples, and when one pops up as the Dominant force in a relationship, it normally has some past animosity mixed in with it.

“You see guys, I’ve been a slut most of my life, and he’s Escort Maltepe been a wimp most of his. That is except when some other Dominant is fucking me and using me, then he gets his balls up.”

“What exactly do you mean, please explain further?”

“Oh, He’ll sit there yelling out commands. Smack her ass until she can’t sit down. Make her take your cock whether she wants it or not. Fuck her so hard that she feels it tomorrow. Those are the kind of things I’ve listened to for the past ten years.”

“So, what was this promise he made you?”

“After we first contacted you as a Dominant, he promised if I was subservient to you that he would be subservient to me. That means if I want him plugged, he gets plugged.”

Then what I didn’t expect, he spoke up and revealed the other side of that promise.

“Yeah, I promised you that, but you promised in return that you would do whatever he or his friends told you to do. I don’t see you doing anything much different than your normal slut duties.”

“Wait, is that true Deb? You didn’t tell me I had complete and utter control over you. Have you been holding back on me?”

“Wait, I fucked everyone you wanted me to, I went naked in public with you. I never said no to anything you asked.”

“But you failed to tell me I had Carte Blanche. I’m going to arbitrate this for you two. Are you both still willing to live up to your end of the promise you made?”

“Yes”

“Yeah”

“Good, this is how we proceed. Doug, you know that Butt-plug is coming. Deb, you don’t know what awaits you, but that was part of your promise.

Deb grabbed the lube and went to town on his ass. First one finger, then two, and finally three up to her first knuckles, then she grabbed the plug and sent it home. He Didn’t make much noise other than an initial painful grunt, but now he had skin in the game.

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Thanks for checking out my story! First of many of this new genre I’m starting!

11:30 a.m. stella Landon begins her noon typicals. Stellas Landon, a young woman of beauty and stature. To describe Stella is to describe someone of the imagination ; Stella stands 5’9″ tall, but slender.

Body molded as though made by the god Zues in his own eyes to be of perfection and temptation. She posses a set of 36C breasts, plump, ripe, and perky. A flat stomach to boot. Like the lines of a 1990’s Porsche 911 she had body line and curves in every one of the right places. Even at her height she was 118 pounds no more no less. Blonde hair as wavy and full as a mid summers breeze across the water. From there you would make your way around and down to her ass. So perfect and round. As if sculpted using a tool and the worlds most gentle hands.

Stella was a woman, but was a work of human art in realistic form. Stella was mostly normal for being her young well age of 25. She had finished college and was working full time as a investment broker in down town Austin, Texas. Now to say she wasn’t from there is a true statement being hailed from east coast. But in all this you would suspect Stella Landon to be what you might call your average, all American, beautiful young woman.

But Stella had a side that no one knew. Stella had a secret that was even unknown to her… until it was shown to her.

It all start with a regular evening like any other around the Landon house hold. Stella was preparing herself for a date with a man whom she had yet to meet. Spoke only through message, Stella was intrigued by his charm. She prepared all day for such the event to come, dressed in a red dress, black stiletto heels, no bra, red plaid colored high rise bikini panties, ruby red lipstick, hair curled at its ends, and a lovely translucent black eye liner to top of the picturesque 1950’s style look.

When she arrived at the restaurant she saw a brick building. Old, but modernistic in many ways. An old wood working factory beautifully and tastefully converted to a beautiful 1950’s style black and tie jazz lounge. As she entered the grand double door she was greeted by the scent of warm soft candles, dim lighting, red gowned tables, plush velvet booths, and the soothing but sensual sounds of modern jazz. She peer around awaiting to find who she sought for all day, and there he was. His name was Bryan Fletcher. Bryan was of what you say, ruggedly handsome. Bryan stood at 5’11”, 185 pounds, broad shoulders and chest, pronounced legs, and a sculpted back.

He Kartal Escort sat there gazed amongst the crowd of people in the dimly lit room. Red gown divine tables draped is essence and a sensual mood filled the air with the most pois. Stella immediately felt her heart stumble in a state of euphoria. He legs shook a bit as she eyes from his semi long jet black hair and blue eyes to his tightly tucked waist line.

As Stella stood she noticed it was transparent that she had begun to lose track of time so in a rut of her own she stood prim and made proper walk to the table. Her essence showing as though a woman with desire and fire, hips in heavy sway from side to side as her dress break the wind around her ankles from her swift sharp movements. Bryan heard the familiar sound of a woman with hast as he heard the click of heels. As he turned towards the door he lay his eyes upon a woman from whom the likes of which he had never before. His heart stop but yet his pulse quickens. His eyes fix but his mind draw no thought. His body tremble but yet he feel nothing beyond the numbness of life from which had been instilled from the stunning draw of Stella Landon.

He stood quickly and stead fast making clear eye contact with not a word but to help usher her into her booth. Chivalrous of him and very underestimating of her. They lock eyes and Stella this introduce herself “you must be Bryan Fletcher. I am Stella it’s a true blessing to meet ya” Bryan’s mind from a numbed state replies “hello miss, my lord you are dare I say a sight amongst a dark night. That would be me, it’s a true pleasure” it was meant to be from that point forward but not without what was to transpire that great evening.

Pt. 2

The dinner was grand, the conversation perfect, the body movements all spoke as thought it was to be a night of excitement for both of the sensual lovers. Bryan had offered to drive Stella home and she was aqueous his request.

Her home they eventually arrive and feelings had begun to stir, a few high mixed drinks had untethered some nerves better left to fray some dark nights, but tonight may have been the darkest of those. As they sit there Bryan gaze at her stunning beauty, Stella knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was Bryan Fletcher.

He turn toward her in amazement and as fast as he turn Stella had climbed atop him in the drivers seat. Bryan was in disbelief but locked lips heavily. Bryan knew this night was to be long but gloriously eventful. He push back and motion to her Kartal Escort Bayan door. She grabs his hand and guides him quickly through the door and into the living room. She throw him down and pull her dress up to straddle him. They lock lips tightly and with force place tongue on tongue. Bryan raise his hands to pull her dress over her head exposing a body such made by the gods of the earth, he breasts perky and firm, her body supple, her perfect hour glass figure Devine. Bryan had a surprise and he knew how to accomplish it.

Bryan removed her bra releasing her supple breasts as he takes them into his mouth as he reaches around and grabs her mound Devine ass with a heavy squeeze. She moan and wriggle above him before he thrash her to the couch. She look up as he peel her panties down her long beautiful legs and she grabs them exclaiming she has to pee… Bryan was in ecstasy. He stare down in love and bliss and sneak close to her ear “hold it. I have something unconventional but your going to love it” she wriggle concerned and questioned what was to transpire.

Bryan left her to the couch as he left the front door open while Stella naked, squirming, cold, and in need of urination relief. She heard the trunk close and in concern she tried to get up but was intoxicated and couldn’t move as once sobered. Bryan enter the house softly closing the door behind him. He stand there above her holding a bag, Stella afraid begins to squirm but Brian gently presses his finger to her lip. “Shhhh your going to love this my little angel” she felt comfort in his words and stopped moving. He sit by her feet and opened the bag, something made a loud crinkle sound. His hand slowly lift her butt up and she moan as a finger grazes her little hole.

Stella unsure of what was to come relaxed and felt the warm soft blushness underneath her behind. She feel something soft come between her legs. His hands braze her sides and she hears a all familiar sound of something crinkling. As she lay there she feels her nether parts begin to become warm, puffy, and secured. As Bryan let’s go Stella leans up to realize… she’s been diapered. A diaper with skulls and crossbones on it. Stella was unsure as she gaze to Bryan “br… br… Bryan… what is… this…” Bryan places his hand amongst her crotch area rubbing it, pressing firmly in so that her clit is stimulated by the presence of padded ecstasy “well my dear, it’s a diaper. I need to be honest I have a unusual fetish and kink. I love woman in diapers, and I love seeing Escort Kartal them pee in them. Sometimes to act such as babies ” Stella was in shock but curious she had never heard of such a thing. She was wanting to be disgusted but yet was intrigued. She wanted to know more.

Before she could attest the situation Brian pressed hard against her pussy giving a rub “let it go” Stella unsure of his words was confused. Tilting her head she gaze at him. He swiftly leans in and says deeply into her ear “let… it… go” she understood. She was withering away in need of the time to go piss but his hand pressing firmly on her pussy from the outside of the diaper wouldn’t let her leave. She say to him “but.. I can’t…” Bryan displeased with this answer takes his other hand and presses down on her bladder. Stella yelps and squeaks. Suddenly she feels a slight rush, she was releasing into the padded diaper. She was in shock but couldn’t stop, she loved the flowing warm rush. She suddenly felt the urge to go more, he pussy surrounded by the warm flood of sweet urine. In a moment of weakness she moaned as his fingers felt the warmth of her flow into the diaper, his erection standing firm.

She reached down and grabbed his hand pressing it firmer and making circles as she sent sweet release of warm ecstasy into her new found padding. She suddenly felt a warmth start at her toes and begin to work its way up her legs. She knew the feeling but wouldn’t stop peeing. She panted and swayed harder and she pissed and pissed. Bryan I wide eyed view saw her back arch as he pressed his fingers hard making circles amongst her sweet velvet pussy and clit. Stella blasting her eyes open let out a scream, he body convulse and she release a second hard round of pee into the diaper over flowing it.

She scream and squirm as she orgasm over and over in sweet relief of both kinds. Bryan suddenly grabs her waste as he lifts himself from the couch. Stella still spent from the most unusual orgasm she has ever witness or been apart of lay in a soggy, wet, spent, overflown diaper. Panting, tunneled in vision, confused yet in the heavens hears the noise of pants dropping. She look through the slight darkness to see Bryan naked, a full 9 inch erect penis held before her. He sit back down by her feet as he reaches in removing the straps on her diaper. As he peel it off he reveals the sweet smell of a pissed pussy. It arises him as his cock twitches and bumps. Stella came back into her own as she lean up grabbing his arm with intense force stopping him. Her naked body lay in a diaper of wet urine but yet she wanted more, Stella had found her secret, her secret she wanted to share more of with him. Yet she was to show him more then he ever knew…

To be continued….

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Note: this story involves cuckolding and humiliation.

My brother Jeff and I have always been very different. I consider myself pretty successful. I graduated from college and became a high school math teacher. I live in a pretty nice three-bedroom house in the suburbs with my wife, Katie. We want to have kids, but it hasn’t happened yet, because our marriage has had its ups and downs. I’ve actually caught her cheating on me a couple times now, but both times she apologized and convinced me to forgive her.

My brother, on the other hand, dropped out of high school and dealt drugs for a little while before discovering he could make more money as a male stripper. He goes to the gym a bunch, so he definitely has the body for it, but I’ve always found it pretty embarrassing.

We had grown apart since I went off to college, but we still talked to each other from time to time. Then one day, I got a text from him saying he was going to be in the city that my town is a suburb of, and asked if I’d be open to him coming over for a visit to catch up.

I wasn’t going to say no to hanging out with my brother, but I did feel a little weird about it. My wife had never met him before, and I didn’t talk about him very much. When I told her about him coming over, she seemed excited to meet him though.

When he came over, I was surprised to find him in a tight-fitting, kind of ridiculous looking police officer’s uniform with short shorts and a shirt that stretched against his muscular torso. “Sorry, bro,” he said at the door, “this is embarrassing, but I just came from a show in the city and I forgot to bring a change of clothes.”

“Oh…um…okay,” I said, a little taken aback. I felt so embarrassed for him and hoped that Katie didn’t judge him too harshly.

I invited him in. Katie’s jaw dropped open when she saw Jeff, then she smiled and laughed a little.

“I know, I know,” Jeff said with a sheepish grin. “I look ridiculous. I came from a show and forgot a change of clothes.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Katie said. “I think you look great!”

Jeff laughed and thanked her.

“Well, Katie, this is my brother Jeff,” I said, introducing them to each other. “Jeff, this is my wife, Katie.”

“Wow, no offense, bro, but how did you land a beauty like this?” Jeff said, shaking Katie’s hand as she giggled and blushed. I felt myself blushing a little bit too. Jeff just laughed and said, “Just teasing, bro. Seriously, though, you’re a lucky guy.”

“Yes, I am,” I agreed.

I sat down next to Katie on the couch. Jeff took a seat in an arm chair across from us. We chatted a little, then I offered to open a bottle of wine. Katie and Jeff both agreed, so I went to grab the bottle and glasses.

When I came back, they were both laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Oh, Katie was just asking what my work was like,” Jeff said. “I was just telling her some stories.”

“It sounds so interesting,” Katie said. “I bet that you’re super popular.”

“Oh, ya know, I do pretty good,” Jeff said modestly.

“Oh please,” Katie said with a laugh. “I bet the ladies absolutely love slipping you tips.”

Jeff laughed. “When they look like you, I don’t mind slipping them a tip of my own, if you know what I mean.”

They both laughed. “Okay, okay,” I said, getting a little uncomfortable.

“Aw, sorry, my brother always gets awkward about this kind of stuff, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about,” Jeff said.

“Oh, definitely,” Katie agreed. “Lucas isn’t very…sex-positive.”

I blushed. “Come on, honey, I’m sex-positive,” I said. “I just think there’s a time and a place, ya know?”

“Oh, Maltepe Escort we’re all adults,” Katie said dismissively. “Anyway, Jeff, how long have you been…performing?”

“Oh, a few years now,” Jeff said. “I actually got my start while Lucas was in college.” He looked over at me with a smile. “One of my first shows was at a frat party at Lucas’s school.”

“Oh really? That’s interesting,” Katie said, then asked me, “Did you see him perform, honey?”

“Um…yes,” I said reluctantly.

Jeff laughed. “Oh, he saw me perform all right,” he said. “That was a wild night.”

“What do you mean?” Katie asked.

Jeff looked at me with a confident smirk. “Go ahead, tell her.”

I sighed. “I mean, I don’t really like to talk about it, but since you brought it up,” I said resentfully. “My brother here, um, gave my girlfriend at the time a lap dance, and then, uh, took things a little too far.”

Katie laughed. “Too far? What does that mean?”

I blushed. “Ya know, he…” I began awkwardly. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to finish the sentence. “Okay, okay, he fucked my girlfriend in front of everybody at the party.”

Katie and Jeff burst out laughing. “That girl was wild, bro, she really loved putting on a show.”

“That makes me feel better,” Katie said. “At least I’m not the first woman to cheat on him.”

Jeff raised his eyebrows.

“Honey…” I said, wishing she hadn’t told my brother that.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s fine, he’s your own brother,” Katie said. She turned to Jeff. “I mean, I’m not exactly proud of it, but you know how it is, women have needs, right?”

“Definitely,” Jeff said. “Believe me, I’ve met so many girls at the club who are looking for something they’re boyfriends can’t give them.”

“And I’m sure you’re happy to provide it to them,” Katie said with a laugh.

“You know it,” Jeff said suggestively.

“Well…” Katie said thoughtfully, sipping from her wine glass. “Since you’re already in your costume, I’d love to see you put on a show. You know, if you don’t mind.”

“Hell no, I don’t mind,” Jeff said. “Put on some music, I’ll show you my moves.”

“Um, I dunno,” I said softly. “I don’t feel totally comfortable…”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Ignore him,” she said, picking up her phone to play some music.

“Here, come on and sit in my chair, baby,” Jeff said, standing up and offering her his armchair.

Katie giggled and moved over to the chair. She watched in delight as my brother began shaking his hips and dancing. She began clapping and cheering him on.

“Um, guys…” I objected weakly, but they could barely hear me over the music.

Jeff slowly unbuttoned his shirt, peeled his shirt off, and swung it around over his head, to Katie’s whooping. He smiled down at her and winked, then tossed her the shirt. She grabbed it and laughed. I could see her eyes moving up and down his muscular chest and abs, and she bit her lower lip a little the way I knew she did when she got turned on.

“Okay, I think that’s enough fun,” I said.

Jeff glanced over at me. “Are you kidding me?” he said. “I gotta show your wife my lap dance skills.”

“Whoo!” Katie cheered him on.

Jeff slowly danced over to her, then spread his legs so that he was kind of straddling her. He took Katie’s hands and put them on his abs. She happily rubbed up and down his torso as he danced on her. Then he got up on either side of the chair, his crotch thrusting back and forth in front of her face. She just laughed and squealed and clapped. Then, in one quick movement, Jeff tore his shorts off, revealing that he Maltepe Escort Bayan was wearing a jock strap that barely contained his bulge.

“Whoo!” Katie hooted again, then looked over at me. “Honey, get me some dollar bills from your wallet, quick!”

“But…honey…” I said weakly. She shot me a stern glance, and I sheepishly trudged over to where I kept my wallet and pulled out a few dollar bills. As I handed them to Katie, I looked up at Jeff, who gave me a wink. I felt myself turning red and went to sit back down.

“Yes, baby!” Katie said encouragingly as she slipped a couple dollar bills in the waistband of Jeff’s jock strap. Then she looked up at him with a mischievous smile and, sliding a few more dollar bills in, she “accidentally” pulled his jock strap down so that his semi-hard dick flopped out. “Oh, wow,” she said.

“Bad girl,” Jeff said, but he was laughing and shaking his dick around in her face.

“I can see Lucas got the, um, short end of the stick genetically,” Katie said with a laugh, staring at his stiffening cock. It was true, his 8 inches were much more impressive than my 3 inches.

“You like it?” Jeff asked her.

“I love it,” she said, then reached up and took it in one of her hands, bringing the tip to her lips. She glanced over at me. “You don’t mind, do you, honey?”

Before I could answer, she was kissing and beginning to suck on my brother’s cock. “Um…I kind of do mind, sweetie,” I said.

Katie just rolled her eyes and kept sucking. Jeff turned to look back at me and said confidently, “Please, bro. It was obvious from the second I walked in that your wife wanted my cock. When are you gonna learn women aren’t gonna settle for your little shrimp dick? Just let her have a little fun, it’s no big deal.” As he spoke, he was pushing Katie’s head onto his cock until she was deepthroating him and gagging. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said, turning his attention back to her. “Choke on that cock, you naughty little slut.”

When he let her go, she pulled off and looked up at him with a smile. “Let’s continue this in my husband’s bed.”

Jeff happily jumped down from the chair and let Katie lead him to the bedroom. Before he walked in, he looked back at me and said, “You can come in and watch if you feel like it.”

I sat there on the couch and listened to Katie’s moans for a little while, in disbelief that this was happening again. Then I reluctantly got up and walked down the hall. I stood in the bedroom doorway and saw my wife, completely naked, riding my brother reverse-cowgirl. She was moaning as her breasts bounced up and down. When she saw me, she smiled. “Hi, baby!” she said.

“Hi,” I said softly.

Jeff gripped Katie’s waist as she rode him. He grinned at me. “Just like old times, right, bro?” he asked me.

“Whatever,” I said.

Jeff laughed. “When I fucked his girlfriend at the party,” he explained to Katie, “we snuck off to a bedroom so that Lucas didn’t have to watch. But then a crowd formed in the bedroom, and after a while Lucas slinked over with his tail between his legs to watch too.”

Katie laughed. “You like seeing your women get used by your big brother, honey?”

“No,” I said softly, but my hand was rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I was still pissed off, but that didn’t stop me from getting turned on at seeing my jock brother fucking my tight-bodied wife.

“Aww, sweetie, don’t be embarrassed,” Katie said. “Look at how deep your brother’s dick goes inside me.”

I stared as she slowly slid down Jeff’s lengthy cock. “I can’t believe I married such a slut,” I said resentfully. “This Escort Maltepe is the third guy you’ve cheated on me with.”

Katie laughed again. “Um, I’m sorry, honey, but it’s been way more guys than that,” she said. “Those are just the ones you caught me with.”

“What?” I said in shock. “This is ridiculous.”

“Oh whatever, it’s fine,” Katie said. “Now that I know you like it, I’m happy to do it right in front of you. I bet the other guys won’t mind.”

“I don’t like it,” I whined.

“Really?” Jeff interjected with a laugh. “Is that why you’re rubbing your little hard-on?”

“Shut up,” I said.

“Dude, just accept that you’re a useless cuck and jerk off already,” Jeff said.

I watched as he flipped Katie over on her back and spread her legs. His muscular ass thrust in and out of her as her legs wrapped around him. “Ohhh, Jeff, yessss, fuck me, you stud!” Katie cried.

Since neither of them were paying any attention to me, I decided it wouldn’t be too humiliating to slide my hand into my pants and start stroking. I told myself it was just like watching porn, even if it was my brother and my wife.

Eventually, they glanced over at me and saw me furiously jerking off. They both laughed. “Don’t worry, honey,” Katie said. “I’ll put on a lot more shows for you. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”

“Whatever,” I said.

“You’re being such a bad girl,” Jeff said to my wife. “Get on all fours, you need a spanking.”

“Oooh, yes, sir,” Katie said submissively.

She got on her hands and knees and Jeff began fucking her from behind. He grinned at me and slapped her ass. “Don’t worry, bro, I’m punishing your bad little slut wife for you.”

“Oh fuck,” I said softly, my fist moving up and down rapidly in my pants. “Spank her harder, bro. Turn that ass red.” I knew I was getting too caught up in this and I would probably regret it later, but I could no longer hide how much I was getting off on this.

Katie just smiled at me, knowing she had me right where she wanted me. “Oh god, yessss,” she moaned as Jeff spanked her firmly a few more times. Then he gripped her butt with both hands and started really fucking her. “Ohhh…oh god,” Katie moaned. “That’s it, pound my tight pussy like a real fucking man,” Katie moaned.

“Fuck yeah,” Jeff groaned. “You’re gonna cum on this big dick, aren’t you? Go ahead, show my little brother what you need.”

“Ohhhh yessss!” Katie cried, gripping our bedsheets and staring me in the face as she came.

“Fuuuuck, you wanna see me blow my load in your wife’s pussy, bro?” Jeff asked.

I just bit my lip and kept jerking off.

“Say it,” Jeff ordered me.

“Fuck,” I said. “Yes, I want to see you pump your load into my fucking slut wife. Give this cheating whore what she needs.”

“Awww yeahhhh, bro, here it comes, fuuuuuuuuuck yeahhhhh,” Jeff groaned. I watched as he slammed his cock into my wife and held it there as he pumped his seed inside her.

“Nnnngghh,” I moaned, squirting my load into my underwear.

“Mmmmm,” Katie sighed as Jeff slapped her ass again triumphantly and slid out of her. They lay down in my bed and cuddled there. “How long are you in town for, sexy?”

Jeff laughed. “A few days,” he said. “I got a hotel, but something makes me think I don’t need it anymore.”

“Fuck no,” Katie said. “You’re gonna stay right here with us.” She glanced over at me. “Honey, you can sleep on the couch, okay?”

I sighed, coming down from my orgasm. “I can’t believe this,” I whined. “I’m your own husband.”

“If you keep complaining, I’m not going to let you watch anymore,” Katie said sternly.

I sighed. “Okay, fine,” I said. I left them to cuddle in my bed while I set up a bed on the couch. That night, I was woken up to the sound of the headboard banging against the wall and my wife moaning on my brother’s dick again. My hand slid into my underwear, and I told myself I might as well get used to this.

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