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“Trust me, you’ll love it! I use mine all the time,” Tina said, reassuring her friend Grace who was currently staring shocked at the gift she’d been given. As the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop they were sat in continued around her the busty, pink haired beauty looked at the box in her hand like it was a live hand-grenade. The image of a large vibrator plastered on the front with the promises of ‘new heights of pleasure’ surrounding it held her attention as her friend kept talking.

“Tina, I’ve never used one of these…” Grace grimaced, wondering how she’d even use it. Her friend Tina was a normal woman, but Grace was a futanari! Would it even work with her pussy?

“So? There’s a first time for everything! I know you’ve been a little lonely lately, so I thought it’d take the edge off, you know?” Grace pondered the gift for a moment as Tina kept going. “It even uses those fancy new batteries, so it never needs to be charged! It could keep going for hundreds of years without stopping, apparently.” Grace pouted, then sighed in defeat. Tina was a very persuasive woman.

“Fine, I guess I can give it a go. Thank you.”

~

Evening rolled around and Grace flopped onto the bed in her apartment, lying on her back and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. After spending her Friday doing monotonous work stuck behind her office desk, she was exhausted and felt like she needed to unwind. She sat up and looked over at her computer, her mind drifting to thoughts of hopping on some online game and relaxing that way, but her eyes fell from the PC to her bag on the floor.

Poking out from the unzipped backpack was the box Tina had given her, tempting her thoughts to more perverted ones. “Maybe I should give it a go…” she thought out loud as she stood and walked over to the little gift, pulling it out and unboxing the small, matte pink device. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Grace pulled off her little frilly skirt and her lacy blue underwear and flicked them off her leg into her laundry bin, before switching on the little pink sex toy and holding her average-sized dick in hand. She cocked her head as she reached behind her balls to find her pussy, and held the buzzing device against her clit…

Sparkles. Fireworks. Explosions.

The sheer pleasure of masturbating with a toy for the first time made Grace’s knees wobble as she fell back onto the bed, sitting on the toy as it kept vibrating against her. “Oh, wow!” She squealed as she felt an orgasm begin to work its way out of her loins. She curled her toes and started to squeeze one of her breasts as her climax arrived suddenly, making her pussy clench and her cock shoot a couple of ropes of jizz across her carpet.

Grace fell back onto her bed and shivered in post-nut bliss, leaving the toy under her ass as she relaxed. After a couple of minutes her eyes rolled and she casually reached down to her crotch to find her cock still rock hard. Weird. She sat up and looked at the rod and could’ve sworn it was slightly bigger than what she was used to. “Have I had a growth spurt? I’m 22, I should’ve stopped ages ago!” She thought, holding her throbbing member and smirking a little. “Maybe I should enjoy the new size…”

Grace quickly pulled the vibrator out from under her ass and rubbed it around the crown of her cock, inhaling sharply as the sensation zapped down the length. She stroked the base of her fuckstick with one hand as the other handled the toy, until another orgasm came crashing through her. This time it seemed like much more cum was being made in her expanding nuts, and the ropes that joined the stuff on the floor were much bigger and heavier. “Holy shit…” Grace whispered as her climax ended, looking at the mess on her carpet.

Immediately she jumped back to it, stroking her still erect dick and playing with the toy. She jerked off and masturbated all night long until eventually the sun started to rise, gleaming through her window. By now the carpet was sodden with her emissions, as were her bed sheets, but the most startling change was her body. Little did Grace realise, but after every orgasm her body was getting bigger: curvier, taller, with bigger boobs, a bigger ass, a bigger cock and balls… She had barely noticed in her horny fervour overnight, the changes disguised by the darkness and her lust, but now as the sun illuminated the room she saw herself properly.

Where once her cock was only 5 or so inches long, it now reached down to her shins with the girth to match, and her balls had swollen up to the size of grapefruits, resting heavily on the soft surface of her bed. Along with the increase in size, her breasts had ballooned out to basketball Kurtköy Escort territory, and her bubble-butt seemed to match! “Holy shit!” Grace exclaimed as she stood to examine herself properly, but as she did she bumped her head against the light above her.

“Ow!” She squeaked as she rubbed her bruised head, looking up at the ceiling to find it was much closer than usual. “Have I grown taller too? What the hell…?” Wandering over to the mirror, Grace drank in her new physique with confusion before grinning at her new lewd proportions, and as she looked over her dimensions she spied the still-buzzing toy on the bed behind her. “I’ve got to get more of this!” She exclaimed as she leapt at the vibrator, with the look in her eyes of a true addict. Taking it in her hand, she planted her now massive ass onto the edge of the bed and held the toy against her balls to give her cock a call to action, bringing it skyward as it inflated.

“Hmm, let’s give this a try…” she murmured as she gripped her cockhead with one hand and slowly teased her cumslit with the sex toy, sliding the smooth matte surface into the precum-lubed hole. Her toes curled and her cock flexed aggressively in response to the intruder, and she moaned deeply at her new method of obscene masturbation. As her new addiction spiralled, something clicked in her mind. She needed more.

Without skipping a beat, Grace stood from the bed, leaving the vibrator in her cock, and walked shakily to her computer. She immediately opened her web browser and navigate her way to the biggest e-commerce site she could think of and typed in her new favourite keywords:

Sex Toys.

~

2 days later

~

The stench of cum saturated the air in Grace’s room as she looked around at the spunk coating the floor and walls. She sat in a daze, looking at her body and its oversized proportions with awe. Her cock was now almost 5 feet long, resting on the floor between her feet and dripping with cum, and her balls looked like two overfilled yoga balls between her legs. Along with her junk, her ass now looked like a beanbag under her legs and her boobs matched her testicles in size, sitting perky on her chest.

Her phone buzzed with a text from one of her co-workers asking where she was, and Grace grimaced. “Fuck, I need to go to work! I guess I may have gone a little overboard,” she thought, looking over at her wardrobe filled with clothes that had no hope of fitting her anymore. Her mind raced with worries and thoughts, but the ticking of the clock urged her to hurry up. Her boss would crucify her if she was late again!

Grace got up and banged her head on the ceiling for the umpteenth time that weekend, still not being used to her new height, and checked around for some suitable clothes. It wasn’t an easy task; aside from her ‘slightly-larger-than-usual’ chest, Grace’s normal proportions could definitely be described as ‘petite’. Eventually she’d managed to stuff her junk into a heroically stretchy pair of yoga pants and had fashioned a top out of a spare bedsheet, and she ducked under and squeezed her tits and ass through the too-thin door frame to make her way to her office. Outside, she ignored the plenitude of looks she drew on the street and eventually managed to squish herself into a bus to get to work, and once there she again struggled to fit into the lift to get to the right floor.

All the while, some of the toys she’d bought over the weekend were still buzzing inside her, lost and forgotten in the new expanse of her ass, pussy, and cock. They vibrated incessantly as Grace found her seat in her cubicle and found a new problem: her chair was far too small! She squeezed her hips through the wooden partitions of her cubicle and, after comparing the chair to her new dump-truck ass, figured she probably didn’t need it anyway. She wheeled the office seat out of her space and just sat on the floor, finding her juicy posterior able to seat her like a beanbag. “Jeez, is there such a thing as an ass that’s too big…?” she mumbled as she started her work, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the pulsing and humming of the toys lodged inside her and her meaty log resting dormant between her legs.

~

It had been a long day for Grace when she finally clocked out from her shift. Spending 8 hours having to type on a computer when your body screamed for orgasmic release was arduous, especially when you consistently notice your co-workers giving you… unusual looks. Grace clocked several longing looks flung in her direction from the other women around the office throughout the day, matched with bottom lips being bit seductively and suspiciously long trips to the bathroom after people spoke to her. What was happening?

As she waited for the bus home and drew more unusual, almost lustful stares from the commuters next to her, she noticed a skeevy poster plastered to the ceiling of the bus stop. It read:

“Hot, Kurtköy Escort Bayan Kinky SEX!! Stacy is a whore for your PLEASURE…”

Accompanied by a picture of a very busty redhead in some skimpy underwear and a phone number. Grace squirmed, feeling her pussy juicing uncontrollably and her mammoth cock stiffening just from the minor titillation of reading the word ‘sex’ next to a picture of a hot woman, and she finally caved. Tonight, she needed more than just toys.

~

The doorbell to Grace’s cum-coated flat rang as she was wrist deep in her pussy, shoving in even more sex toys she’d decided to buy on the way home, and she got up to hobble towards the door. Deep in her mind, Grace wondered how she was able to fit so many vibrators and dildos into her holes, but her sheer horniness overrode her curiosity; she just needed more pleasure, no matter what.

Her hand that wasn’t deep in her cunt clicked open the latch and opened the door for the buxom, redheaded prostitute that sashayed in before stopping in surprise. “Holy shit girl, you’re fucking huge!” She shouted, dropping her coat and revealing the expensive lingerie that covered her body. Grace was a little turned on at the hooker’s awe, and she looked down at the comparatively small woman and pulled her towards the bed. “So, what do you want me to do?” Stacy moaned like a pornstar.

“Do whatever you want, just make me cum. Lots,” Grace commanded as she lay down on her back, her hips raised by her massive ass, and she began to fondle her yoga ball tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Stacy just nodded silently and approached the bed in a trance, licking her lips. As soon as the door had opened she’d been hit with this smell. It wasn’t a bad smell like she was annoyingly used to with some of her clients, but a gorgeous smell. A sweet smell. A sexy smell.

It filled her nose and almost immediately she was addicted. Grace’s pheromones that were being emitted by her enormous cock had dug their claws into her mind and, without either of them knowing it, Stacy would be addicted for life. A slave to Grace’s ludicrous, luscious body. The ginger hooker stood up on the bed, her short stature making her the same height as Grace’s monolithic erection, and she pulled her large breasts out of their D cup confines to try and wrap them around the fleshy pole ahead of her. It was futile, as Grace’s shaft was far too thick for her to wrap her tits around, but Stacy didn’t care. She just needed to service this cock.

“Fuck, give me your dick! Please, I need this, fucking ruin me with it! I’m nothing but your fuckwhore, I’m your cockslut, I’m worthless!!” Stacy was practically screaming as she begged, lapping up the precum that was spilling from Grace’s cumslit and jerking off the monster with her whole body as the hyper futa started to finger her pussy to play with the multitude of toys inside. Stacy ran her hands up to the watermelon sized cockhead, and faltered a little as she felt it vibrating. “Uh, what’s up with this…?” she asked, and Grace ginned as she kept her eyes shut.

“You’ll have to find out.” With the promise of a surprise, Stacy licked her lips and pulled Grace’s member down so she could reach, and began to dig around in her cumslit with her tongue as if it were a passionate french kiss. As her mouth muscle flicked around, she felt soft plastic touch it every now and then.

“Whoa, she’s stuffed herself with vibrators…” The revelation only made Stacy more horny. She brought a hand up to shove it into the cumslit and pulled out one of the toys, finding it soaked and dripping with Grace’s gooey cum, and she quickly pushed it up into her own pussy. After all, there was no way this hyper dick was fitting inside her anyway, and she definitely needed something to fill her up too.

As her hand played inside Grace’s cock, the futa on the bed began to shift in pleasure and her cum tanks gurgled. She was cumming. Grace shouted loud as her penis inflated, and cum began to shoot past the sex toys inside her and spurted up to the ceiling before raining down on her and Stacy in thick globs the size of tennis balls. After only a couple of seconds Stacy was drenched from head to toe but Grace kept cumming. For ten minutes. Her fat dick was like a fountain that shot rope after rope, leaving Stacy covered and almost in tears from her own orgasmic joy. After constant, non-stop ropes of jizz that almost flooded the room, Grace relaxed in post orgasm bliss and Stacy crawled up next to her, cuddling her fat tits and breathing hard.

“Forget paying me… I need you… I’m yours…” Stacy managed to say before passing out, and Grace smirked. Looks like she had a new sex toy.

~

After their fuckfest continued throughout the night, Grace finally had to return to work. Unsurprisingly, she found herself even bigger than the day before after cumming several times throughout the night thanks to Stacy, and her balls, boobs, and buttocks were Escort Kurtköy now almost 3 feet across each. Even though she was now over 7 feet tall, from the front she just looked like 4 spheres of flesh with a thick cock flopping out from the middle. Her tree trunk of a cock was draped out over her titanic nuts, dragging along the floor as she headed to work in a repurposed tent with Stacy in tow. When Grace had to leave the apartment, Stacy was so cum-drunk she begged to join her, and if she was being honest, Grace didn’t really want to say no.

After a long and embarrassing walk, they arrived at the office building. It wasn’t ideal, but Grace found quite quickly she had no hope of ever fitting into a bus again. She snuck the prostitute into her office, hiding the hooker between her testicles and her legs as she hobbled past security, and when she made it to her cubicle Stacy giggled and hid under her desk excitedly. Grace sat on her huge butt and spread her legs wide to make way for her enormous cumtanks as Stacy grabbed her cockhead and sucked her tip, drinking precum and slathering her face in Grace’s emissions. Thanks to her exaggerated size, she even had to balance her keyboard on top of her boobs to actually be able to type.

Grace was aroused beyond even what she thought she was capable of, as the thrill of having a hidden whore under her desk giving her a public blowjob was exhilarating. She furtively used a hand to finger herself, playing with the toys already lost inside her deep love tunnel, as her other hand kept up with the work she was technically supposed to be doing. But even with Stacy’s mouth working its magic down below, Grace couldn’t help but notice the looks she was attracting from her co-workers. The same looks from yesterday. She felt her balls churn with anticipation just as her boss Cassandra walked over, swaying her hips. “Oh fuck, please don’t cum now…” Grace mentally scolded herself, trying to hold back what would be a very obvious explosion under the desk.

“Miss McGill, I couldn’t help but notice your, uh… physical changes.” Cassandra had adopted her usual ‘I’m-annoyed-with-you’ voice which made Grace shiver nervously. She hated being berated by her boss, but this time there was a tinge of arousal colouring Cassandra’s bossy-ness.

“Oh god, I hope I don’t get fired,” Grace panicked internally, not wanting to even consider what work she’d be eligible for with her new body. At this point it was either ‘disability cheques’ or ‘pornstar’. However, her boss simply leaned in close to Grace’s face and whispered in her ear.

“I need you to come to my office and fuck me.”

Those sultry words, coated in pure sex as they poured from Cassandra’s mouth tipped Grace over the edge, and her cock belched a thick load of jizz all over Stacy. Grace moaned loudly, trying to hold back as much as possible, and with the hand that wasn’t deep inside her pussy she flailed and grabbed Cassandra’s blouse, before ripping it off and unveiling her boss’ plain black brassiere. “Oh, just fuck me here!” Grace groaned as she gave up trying to be subtle and kept spurting ropes of spunk all over the hooker under her desk. She stood up to pull her erection from Stacy’s grasp and thrust it into Cassandra’s chest.

The boss almost got knocked right over as the fat cockhead rammed into her torso and coated her in cum, and Cassandra was overwhelmed by the smell of sex that emanated from her employee. She greedily began to scoop up the gooey spooge that was now almost drowning her, shoving it into her mouth as if she was starving while Grace kept shooting off ropes of seed all over the office.

All across the office floor, women stuck their heads out to see what all the commotion was, and the scent of cum floating down the cubicles whipped them into a frenzy. They stalked across the floor until they found Grace squeezed in her own wooden office booth, with her 5½ foot monster being serviced by Cassandra while Stacy rubbed the ball-goo covering her body all over Grace’s ballooning tits.

The women of the office creeped closer, watching while Grace seemed to grow before their very eyes as she continued to spew gooey cum all over Cassandra, the floor, and the walls. Her balls and boobs strained and swelled, her penis lengthened and thickened, her ass grew wider and heavier, and her height stretched her further up to the ceiling! But despite all the growth, Grace didn’t seem to care. She threw her head back, screaming in ecstasy as her balls emptied themselves with fervour, and played with her flowing pink hair as she revelled in her body’s obscenity. The original surprise that Grace felt when her body began to change a few days ago was long gone, and now she just wanted more.

Before she even fully knew what was happening, Grace felt a sudden surge of mouths across her body. The office workers had all flocked to her and were now desperately trying to get as physical with her as possible as they ran their tongues across her juggs, her nuts, her fuckstick, her ass… Grace was in absolute heaven. In their frenzied lust, a few of the women started to pull apart the walls of the cubicles, throwing them away to release Grace from the tiny box she was trapped in so they could get even closer to worship her immense body.

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You’re lying in your hospital bed having just been admitted with a rare unknown condition. The curtains are drawn round your bed and you watch nervously as you see a silhouette of a doctor talking to one of the nurses undoubtedly discussing your case. Suddenly I throw back the curtain and you see that I am a very cute young doctor. You watch with great interest as I approach your bedside. Your heart quickens as I send a very sexy smile your way.

‘Hmmmm,’ I murmur, ‘don’t worry miss I’ll soon have you on your feet.’

‘I’d rather be on my knees,’ you think to yourself.

I reach across your body, ‘accidentally’ taking the opportunity to brush my hand lightly against your breasts causing you to let out a little gasp of excitement.

‘Sorry,’ I say turning to you, ‘did you say something?’

You shake your head as you bite your bottom lip, encapsulated by my arousing bedside manner. I’m so close to you now that you can feel my warm breath on your neck, the sensation makes you tingle inside.

‘Lets see what I have to work with,’ I declare throwing off the bedclothes.

I look at your body in admiration and notice your firm erect nipples, Pendik Escort and a small amount of juice seeping from your pussy. I glance at you knowingly, making you blush and smile at the same time. I then gently place a hand on your breast and you shudder at my expert touch.

‘Does it hurt when I touch you here?’ I enquire soothingly.

You close your eyes and shake your head trying to conceal the enjoyment of my close examination. I move my hands further down your body asking you the same question every time I reposition my fingers, making your body squirm with pleasure. I inch my sensitive hands lower down your naked body. Finally, after what seems an eternity, I place the tips of my fingers between your pussy lips.

‘What about HERE?’ I ask knowingly, pressing my fingertips firmly against your vagina.

You arc your back in pleasure and instinctively reach out for my crutch grabbing hold of the large bulge concealed beneath my medical clothing, then start massaging it with your hand. I move my body closer to your side and you gleefully unzip me pulling out my cock to enable you to caress it vigorously Pendik Escort Bayan between thumb and forefinger. I ease my fingers inside your moist pussy, moaning softly whilst continuing to play with your clit.

‘Ooooh doctor,’ you sigh. ‘I think I need to give you an oral examination!’

‘Just what I was going to suggest,’ I reply seductively.

I climb onto the bed and reverse my position, expertly position my cock and balls conveniently above your willing mouth. You take my full length deep inside you as you gently begin to fondle my big hairy balls. You feel the tip of my tongue start to caress the entrance to your hole. It manages to ride up inside you deeper than you’ve ever had before. As I continue to delve inside your pussy, you can’t help but almost gag on my huge cock, the force of it is almost too much for you to take. Saliva dribbles down your chin from my shaft as you try to keep pace with my tongue fucking. Eventually, I climb off and flip you onto your front. Your arse sticks up in the air as you grab hold of the bedstead to prepare yourself.

‘Now you may feel a little prick,’ I grin.

I Escort Pendik grab hold of the base of my cock and ease it inside your hole making you catch your breath for a moment. I start to pummel your pussy making you call out with pleasure. My massive cock drives in and out of you repeatedly, deeper with every thrust, making you reach orgasm after orgasm. I then grab your arse hard to help the momentum of my body, the whole bed shaking as I ram my cock harder and harder, calling out with the effort of pleasuring you. Your juices dribble out of your pussy as you get more and more excited, the sweat dripping off our bodies.

‘OH JESUS!!’ I cry. ‘I’M GONNA CUM ANY MOMENT NOW!!’

As I removes my swollen knob, you turn round and take it in one hand, my balls sitting comfortably in your other palm. As you caress my bollocks, you masturbate my shaft begging me to shoot my load for you.

‘Come on,’ you plead, ‘give me your warm, juicy spunk. I want you to cover me all over my body with your lovely juices!’

Suddenly, with one final burst, I call out and hit your face with more spunk than you’ve ever seen before. It clings to your face and tits leaving you with a big smile on your face as you continue to gently masturbate my now limp knob. As I slump to the bed, exhausted, its left to you to have the final word.

‘Mmmmm, I feel MUCH better now,’ you whisper as you examine my badge ‘I guess your PHD stands for Pretty Hard Dick.’

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I think Lisa is sexy. She’s not pretty, though not what I would call plain, either. And she doesn’t have a great figure. In fact, she’s kind of fat, with big thighs, a big bottom, a belly and big, hanging tits.

But she seems to have a sexy attitude that transcends physical appearance. Lisa has a look in her eye that invites sexy thoughts. She wears bikini bathing suits (most women I know would say she shouldn’t – I don’t know where she finds them in such a large size) and has a great tan. I wonder if it’s an all-over tan.

Lisa and her husband Cliff have a sailboat at the marina where Penny and I keep our own boat. We see them there frequently. They’re about ten years younger than we are, with no kids. We talk. We’ve talked about going out together as couples. We’ve talked about a sailing rendezvous and raft-up – with thoughts of nudity or skinny-dipping in my head, even though none of us is skinny. But nothing has ever materialized.

Lisa has taken to bumping me in the shoulder on occasion. It happened a couple of times at a marina picnic. The first time, I didn’t really notice it. I thought she was just walking past me, as she made a comment and bumped my shoulder. Then, later, when some of us were sitting and talking, Lisa sat down in the chair next to me, with Cliff on the other side. At one point in the conversation, she made some remark and pointedly bumped me in the shoulder with her hand. This time, I noticed. I decided that, when the opportunity arose, I would reciprocate in some way, and see if it heightened the tension a notch.

So, a couple of weeks later, I was walking up the path to the marina bathhouse, and Lisa was walking down, I bumped into her as we passed, taking care to make it look accidental. I turned to apologize, and she had this huge grin on her face. “Looks like you’re getting a terrific tan this year,” I offered.

“Thanks,” she replied. “I love to be in the sun.”

“I can tell,” I said. “That’s the great thing about the boat. You get lots of sun without just laying around doing nothing. And mostly, on the water, you can wear as little as you like.”

“Or nothing at all,” she answered slyly.

“Or nothing at all,” I echoed.

“Have you guys ever sailed naked?” Lisa asked.

“We have. We like to skinny dip, too, when we find a private anchorage. How about you?”

“Well,” she said, “I like to sunbathe and swim nude, but Cliff is chicken about that stuff. He’s always afraid someone will come along and see something they shouldn’t. Like it would offend them or something. What do you think? Would you be offended if you saw me sunning myself bare?”

“On the contrary,” I answered with a grin. “I’d be delighted.”

“That’s kind of what I thought,” Lisa giggled. “That’s how I’d feel, too. I mean, if I came along and saw you naked. You know,” she said, “I always thought you were kind of sexy.”

“I’m flattered,” I replied. “I think you are, too.”

Lisa got suddenly shy. “Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked, coyly.

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“Would you like to fuck me?” she asked. “You don’t have to answer. I mean, ’cause I’d like you to fuck me. I think it’d be really hot, the two of us.”

“I’d love to fuck you,” I said, calmly, not taking this seriously. Not yet. “Just a couple of obstacles to get over first.”

“Like what?” Lisa prodded.

“Well, there’s Penny, for one. I’m not sure how she’d feel about it. We sort of have an agreement, that we’ll never go outside of the marriage except as a couple. And I don’t know if she’s up for a threesome. Are you?” I teased.

“Oh, absolutely!” she replied. I was shocked at the answer, I admit, visualizing Penny and Lisa, naked together, in my mind. This was getting to be pretty provocative talk. I felt some movement start between my legs.

“Well, then, what about Cliff?” I inquired. He might not like the thought of you getting screwed by me.”

Then she hit me with the clincher. “Cliff would like it. He wants you to fuck me. It gets him off to watch me get fucked. Reinforces his insecurity – makes him feel powerless to watch another man take me and push me over the top. He likes that.”

“Lisa, if that’s true, I’m going to need to hear it from him. If Cliff asks me to fuck you, I’ll talk to Penny and see if we can work something out.” I continued on my way up to the bathhouse, and Lisa walked on down to her boat, where Cliff was doing some work on the deck. Cliff is a kind of an average-joe sort of guy – rather boyish in appearance, with a sparse mustache, not great looking, not awful looking. Nothing very distinctive.

I had some serious swelling going on in my pants, even though I still figured this was just a lot of hot talk that Lisa would share with Cliff tonight as they got each other off. The thought of Lisa naked, on her back, with those magnificent boobs hanging down and her legs spread was too much though, and I sprouted a quick erection pointing into the urinal as I peed. It took a couple of extra moments to get it back down again, and into my shorts so Maltepe Escort I could walk back out and down to my boat. On the way back down the path, Cliff stopped me.

“Doug, can we talk a minute?”

“Sure,” I answered. “What’s up?”

He seemed to be struggling a bit. “Well, I … we … Lisa and me, I mean … we really like you and Penny. And I wanted to ask you a big favor. It’s ok if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to answer. You can just go down to your boat, and we’ll pretend like it never happened. I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think you guys were good friends.”

“Well,” I replied, sensing where this was going, “Penny and I like you guys too. We keep talking about a raft-up sometime. It just never seems to happen. What can we do for you?”

“Doug, I want you to, I mean, would you fuck my wife? She really likes you, thinks you’re sexy. Well, so do I actually. Not that I’m gay or anything. I just like to see Lisa enjoy herself and be satisfied. I’d be there too, I mean, I have to be there to watch. To make sure she’s ok and everything. She likes it with big, sexy guys. I wouldn’t do anything, just watch. This would be a big favor to me … to us. If you don’t want to do it, I’d really appreciate it if you kept this just between you and me, ok?”

I thought for a minute, remembering what Lisa had told me about Cliff. “Cliff,” I said, “before I can answer, I need to talk about this with Penny. We only swing together, not that we’ve ever really done any swinging. But she has to be there, too. I won’t come alone. I’ll discuss it with her, and we’ll decide if we can do this. But, Cliff,” I cautioned. “If we do this, then you have to agree that, in the room, I have total control. You won’t interfere, and you’ll do whatever I say, no matter what. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” he answered.

“I mean it,” I said. “No matter what. If you don’t go along with whatever I say, then I’ll end it right there, and I don’t know what’ll happen after that. I might not be able to keep this private. I won’t use this to pressure you. If you don’t agree now, then, like you said, we’ll just go on our way as if we never had this discussion. But if we go ahead, and you try to take control, you don’t obey my instructions, then this whole thing is going to fall apart. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes, I understand and I’m fine with it,” Cliff said quietly.

“All right then. I’ll speak with Penny, and I’ll let you know our decision.” I walked on down to my boat, where Penny was just finishing getting things ready, and we headed out for a day’s sail.

Out on the water, I brought up the subject with Penny. “I had an interesting talk with Lisa, and then with Cliff, back at the marina this morning.”

“What about?” she asked.

“Well, believe it or not, they want me to have sex with Lisa. Cliff actually asked me if I would fuck her.”

“What did you say?”

“I told them both that you and I would only play together, that we’d discuss it, and if we decided as a couple to go ahead with it, we’d let them know. You need to understand, Cliff wants to watch the whole thing. He gets off on watching other guys do his wife, and, I gather, on being humiliated about it somewhat, too.”

“I don’t know,” Penny said, thoughtfully. “I just don’t understand that.”

“I don’t really understand it either – I mean, I could never go for that, but if he likes it, and she likes it, what would be the harm in playing along with them?”

“Even so,” Penny went on, “I’d have to watch you fucking her?”

“Well, yeah, that’s right,” I said. I’d like you to participate – we could do oral and stuff. I’d love to lay the two of you down next to each other, even have you on your knees with your bottoms up in the air together. But I’d be doing the actual fucking with Lisa. Cliff really wants this for her.”

“Cliff really wants it for him, you mean.” Penny responded. “I don’t know. It sounds really sexy, but kind of weird. I need to think about it.”

About an hour later Penny spoke up again. “I wouldn’t have to do any stuff with Lisa, would I? You know, bi stuff?”

“The subject never came up,” I said. “They were cool with you being there, when I told them that we were a team. But they would have been happy to just have me by myself. I don’t think you’ll have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Silence for a while. Then, “Is this something you really want to do?”

“I think it’d be hot as hell,” I replied. Who knows if we’ll ever get a chance to do anything like this again? If you don’t want to do it, then that’s ok, and I’ll let it go. But if you think you can deal with it, I’d sure like to give it a try.”

“OK,” Penny said finally. “Let’s do it.”

“Fantastic,” I said. “Now, I’m gonna sail naked for awhile.” I started stripping as I stood behind the wheel of the boat. “Show me some pussy.”

Penny started undoing her shorts. It would be a good sail.

* * * * *

We arrived at Cliff and Lisa’s after dinner, about eight thirty. They invited us Maltepe Escort Bayan in and offered drinks. I had a scotch; Penny doesn’t drink, but she asked for a diet coke. We sat down in the living room.

“Cliff,” I said. “You remember what we talked about, right?”

“Yes, Doug, I remember.”

“All right then. Tell us why Penny and I are here tonight.”

“You’re here to fuck Lisa. I asked you to come here to fuck Lisa. I want her to be fucked by a real man.”

“Very good, Cliff,” I said. “And what is the rule for this evening?”

“I have to do whatever you say,” Cliff answered “You have total control.”

“No matter what?” I asked.

“No matter what,” he replied.

“That’s a good boy,” I told him. Then, turning to Lisa, “Lisa, tell us some things about Cliff. Some things he would never tell anyone.” I gave her a wicked smile.

Lisa smiled back. She knew where this was going. “Cliff,” she began, “has a little penis – very little – and he’s not very good at sex.”

Wow. This was going to get very hot, very fast. “What do you mean, he’s not very good,” I asked.

“Well,” she started, “he can’t get me off with his little thing, because it doesn’t rub me right, and then he comes way too soon. If I didn’t play with myself, I wouldn’t come at all.

“Doesn’t he lick your pussy? Doesn’t he finger you?”

“He won’t go down on me, and he fingers me too hard. It doesn’t feel good. I’ve tried to teach him, but he just won’t learn,” Lisa responded.

I took a look at Cliff. His face was getting red, and he was looking away, nervously. “Cliff,” I began, “Lisa says you have a tiny dick. Is that true?”

“Well,” he began, “I don’t know . . .”

“Never mind,” I cut him off. “We’re going to find out. Take all your clothes off, right now, down to your underpants.”

“You mean right here? Right now?” he stammered. “Aren’t we all getting undressed?”

“Cliff, we’ll all get naked in good time. And I’ll do all the things for Lisa that you can’t, or won’t, do. But right now, you’re our entertainment. Remember the rules. Strip. Now. Down to your shorts.”

Cliff started undressing. He took off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, hesitated, then opened his slacks and slid them off. He stood there in some rather silly looking boxers, his pale white body looking quite vulnerable. He had just a tiny bit of brown hair on his chest, and other than that, looked nearly hairless.

“Wow, Cliff,” I said. “You’re quite a figure there. No wonder Lisa likes to do it with real men. OK, now, show us the goods.”

“What?” Cliff asked, looking very nervous now.

“You know. The shorts. Take ’em off. We want to see your little boy penis. We could use a good laugh right now.”

He hesitated, looked at Lisa, who gave him a stern look in return. “Come on, Cliff,” she said sharply. “You know you have to, so take them off.” He closed his eyes and stripped off his boxers. His penis did look rather small, pink, with thin brown pubic hair, sparse like his mustache. His balls were also small, and pulled tight against his body. Nothing much hanging down.

“All right, nothing too impressive here,” I said. “Go ahead, play with it.”

“Play with it?” he asked, half whispering.

“Yes, play with it,” I answered. “You’re not impressing anybody with that fifth-grade cock. So we want to watch you masturbate. Start stroking it.”

He reached down and held himself. He gave his soft little dick a few strokes, half heartedly at first, then resigned himself and began rubbing it with, I gathered, his usual grip. After a few minutes, it was a bit longer, but not getting hard at all. “Cliff,” I teased. “Can’t you get a hard-on?”

“Yes, I can get a hard-on,” he retorted sharply. “I don’t know what’s the matter.”

“Don’t get an attitude with me,” I cautioned. “Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“I am not gay!” he insisted. “I get hard all the time.”

“Is that true?” I asked Lisa.

“He gets hard sometimes,” she replied, “but not all that often. Even when I suck his cock, it mostly stays soft.”

“I see,” I said, and walked over to Cliff, standing there with his penis in his hand. “Let’s just see for ourselves,” I commented, and pulled his hand away from his crotch. I placed my own hand over his dick and balls, and began massaging them gently. I could feel his penis start to thicken, and I rubbed more firmly. Yes, he was definitely starting to get an erection in my hand. I stroked some more, until Cliff’s boner was obvious. “Cliff,” I began, “maybe you are gay. I think you’re queer for me. You like me rubbing your cock, don’t you?”

Cliff didn’t answer. “Speak up,” I said. “You like this. You’d rather have me masturbate you than have Lisa do anything to you, wouldn’t you? You’re just a gay boy looking for a daddy, am I right?” Still no response. “You sure you wouldn’t like to just bend over now and let me stick it in you?” I taunted. “Cliff, answer me,” I said sternly. “Otherwise, I’ll just jack Escort Maltepe you off right now, and then your fun will be over for the evening while I enjoy your wife and make her come all night long.”

“It … feels … good,” he said slowly. “I’m not gay. I like to fuck Lisa. But this feels good.”

“Well, it seems Lisa doesn’t like you to fuck her very much, or she wouldn’t need to bring in other men to get her off. But I’ll take you at your word, I won’t make you come yet. Let’s all go to the bedroom. Cliff, I want you to go bring in a kitchen chair to sit on.”

Cliff went off to the kitchen as Lisa led us into her bedroom. “This is great,” she said softly. “He’s loving every minute of it. Keep it up.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’ve got this under control.”

Cliff walked back with a chair, and placed it next to the bed. “Cliff,” I began, “I’d like you to turn down the bed for us, so I can fuck your wife properly.” He turned down the covers and sheets. I took off my own shoes and shirt, then started undressing Lisa and Penny, taking turns. When I removed Lisa’s bra, I hefted those huge, hanging tits in my hands, and gave the nipples a suck. I repeated the process with Penny, and her smaller, but still full, breasts. “Lisa, take my pants off,” I said. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and slid my slacks down, leaving me standing in my navy blue briefs. Penny started undoing her own slacks, and then stood there in her panties, rubbing her pussy through the silk with the palm of her hand. I kneeled in front of Lisa, slid her jeans to the floor, pressed my face against her lace underwear, slowly removed her panties and pressed my face against her bare, shaved pussy. She squealed as I gave a quick lick up the middle of her slit. I stood up, my erection obvious inside my briefs, slid Penny’s panties off, sat her down on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and pressed my face against her hairy vagina for a moment. Then I stood up and faced Cliff. His eyes were wide, and his erection small but firm.

“Cliff, now you’re going to sit in the chair and watch. You’re going to sit there for a long time. You may not touch your penis or your balls, you may not rub your crotch against anything. You’re just going to sit and watch, for as long as it takes.

“Right,” he replied, and he sat on the chair, facing the bed. I walked over and pulled off my briefs, waving my boner in front of his face. I had intentionally waited to take my shorts off until I was rock hard, since my erect cock is a nice size, and fat, but it’s pretty small when limp, and I didn’t want Cliff to see it in its diminutive state.

“Are you sure you don’t want this?” I asked him, as I playfully stroked my penis. “I could bend you over now and finish this, then we could just go home.”

“No,” he answered. “Give it to Lisa.”

“Why don’t you just suck on it for a minute and think about it,” I went on. “I bet you’re a better cocksucker than you are a fucker.” Cliff hesitated.

“Go on, give it a taste. You’ll like it,” I urged. Cliff put his lips to my swollen glans, and touched the tip, but then stopped. “All right,” I gave in. “You don’t have to. Not yet, anyway.” I reached down and gave his erection a squeeze. “Remember,” I said. “No touching down there.” He nodded, and I turned to the two naked women. “You girls let me know if he plays with himself, right?” Lisa and Penny both nodded.

I had the girls lay side by side on the bed, legs spread, Penny’s left leg over top of Lisa’s right one. I stood at the foot of the bed and wickedly rubbed my cock, slowly and deliberately, turning to wink at Cliff, his erection vertical and his arms at his sides. Being a good boy. For now. “Bet you wish it was you doing this, huh, Cliff?” I asked. No reply.

I climbed between Penny’s legs, put my face down, and started licking her dirty-blonde pubic hair. Just warming myself up. I breathed in her fragrance, put my hands under her buttocks, and began to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. As I worked it, I could feel her tiny bud start to emerge, so I began circling it with my tongue, then sucking on it, bringing it out even farther from the folds. Penny’s breathing got harder and more regular as I continued to lick her vagina. The moisture began to flow, and I teased her perineum, pressing my nose into her cleft. Then I gave her clitoris a couple of hard, sharp licks, and she squirted my face with her juice.

I moved over between Lisa’s legs, and rubbed my cheek against her smooth mons. I spread her pussy lips with my hands, and marveled at her big fat clit. I started sucking it right away, and she moaned loudly from the beginning. I slid a fingertip into the opening of her vagina, and the wetness appeared instantly. I inserted one finger, then two, then began teasing her anus with my little finger, licking her button firmly the entire time. She gushed wetness and squealed. I got up on my knees, and she rushed forward to suck my cock. I heard Penny say, “Cliff, Doug said not to play with yourself.”

I stopped Lisa and stood up. “Cliff, now, you know the rules. You may not play with your penis. If you do it again, I’ll have to punish you. Now sit like a good boy, and watch me make Lisa come.” I held my hard dick in front of Cliff’s face. “Do you want this down your throat? Or would you rather Lisa went back to sucking it?”

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“Can you rub my feet?” Kate asked Randy as she put her book down. She was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, her legs up alongside him. She wiggled her toes next to his side.

“Actually…?” Randy asked, surprised by her forwardness yet already feeling himself get rock hard at the question.

“Yes,” She moved them up into his lap and wiggled her toes again at him, her heels pressed slightly against his bulge. “You said you would if you got the chance, this is it,” she said in a matter-of-fact sort of way, her tone suggesting he had no choice even if he didn’t want to.

Randy put his book down on the coffee table next to the couch and began rubbing her feet, taking in every inch of them. He felt up the sole of her feet and rubbed deep into them, feeling himself start to get hard at just how soft her feet were. Their size was smaller than average, making them cuter than any feet he’s seen before, and his fingers went in between her toes. He glanced up at her while he continued the message, only to notice she wasn’t even paying attention to him, her face back into her book as if he didn’t even exist. Her lack of care for him only strengthened the erection that was beginning to rage so eagerly. He wanted so badly to lean down and suck in her toes, to lick them and serve her like a Queen.

“You like this a lot, don’t you?” She asked him, not even looking away from her book.

“Yes…” Randy replied, his breath clearly heavier than normal as his nerves shot through the roof.

“I can tell,” she laughed and nudged his small hard bulge, “I bet this is the closest you’ve ever been to a woman.”

“I mean, well, no but…I Kartal Escort haven’t been that far…” he said embarrassed, “and it’s been years since anyone has shown interest”

“No surprise there,” she put her book down and looked right at him, “you’re the perfect little virgin. So easily unlovable.” Kate then rubbed the heel of her foot into his cock, just a few layers of clothes blocking their direct contact. Randy took in a deep breath and held back a moan as she applied the pressure. “Take it out.” She said sternly, moving her foot a few inches away.

This was it, Randy thought to himself, I’m finally going to lose my virginity. And to Kate, someone so beautiful. He frantically unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs, pushing his underwear down with them. His cock sprang free and stood up straight, oozing with pre-cum.

“Wow.” Kate stared directly at it, before letting out her iconic sultry laugh, “thank God you’re a virgin. That’s the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen!” She could barely contain herself, “I’d feel bad for any girl that put that inside her. I mean,” she put her foot back into his lap and began touching his dick with her big toe, “it’s literally only twice the size of my toe, Randy! That’s so pathetic!!”

Randy felt her words cut deep, as he knew what she said was entirely true and yet…it only made him harder and more turned on. With the punch of her words, his dick only produced more pre-cum and he felt his orgasm building.

Kate began pressing her foot to his and rubbing it with her toes, his pre-cum getting onto her beautiful foot. She grabbed the blanket that was on her Kartal Escort Bayan and pulled it aside, exposing her outfit. She was wearing another one of her iconic dresses. With her one foot pressed to his cock, she bent her opposite leg up so her dress began to ride up and reveal her legs more. Randy watched intensely, taking in her gorgeous skin as her thigh began to show.

“You know, Randy,” she pressed her foot a bit more, adding pressure and rubbing slightly more with every word she spoke, “you’ll always be a virgin. Begging for me, for anyone really, to fuck you…” she grabbed her dress and began pulling it up her body as she laid down, her foot pressing, her other leg bent up, “but never…” her dress pulled up high, her thighs fully on display showing how beautifully thick they were, making Randy weaker as he imagined his head between them, “ever…will you get to…” her dress came up all the way, exposing herself completely as her pussy was on full display, the first pussy he has ever seen in the flesh, and her pressure on his dick only went further, “touch this…with your pathetic…little… dick.”

And with that, he came. His little dick began to spasm and spew out cum, shooting out violently all over the beautiful foot that he so deeply admired. The words, the images, the touching, was all too much for Randy and his body shook as his orgasm soared through him, the most powerful orgasm he’s ever felt. Her foot was covered in cum as he began to slowly calm down and recover from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just felt. His breath was heavy and he was lost in his own world.

“Oh my God!!” Kate Escort Kartal said with a sense of sternness, “are you fucking serious??? You came that easily!? Holy fuck you’re even more pathetic than I thought. And look!” She said with such a tone that demanded Randy’s full attention as she lifted her foot up to his face, “you fucking came on my foot. That’s disgusting.” She was furious with him and didn’t show any signs of playing. Randy gulped.

“I.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to! It was just so excit-“

“I don’t give a shit what you meant to do, clean it!” She shouted at him, waiting. Randy looked around for paper towels. “No, you dumb sad virgin, lick it off!”

Randy’s eyes went wide as he looked back at her foot, the white gooey cum in between her toes oozed out as she moved them back and forth, “don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted to taste my feet since you first saw them. Now fucking do it!” And with that, she pushed her toe into his mouth, and instantly Randy gave in. Even with his horniess fleeting, he was overcome with a rush of adrenaline as he began to suck his own cum off her toes, going to each one and enjoying the taste of her feet and cum mixture, enjoying each and every morsel like it was a last meal. He finished with her toes and began licking the sole of her foot next, licking every inch of it clean. By the end, her foot was as clean as if she had just washed it.

“Good job.” She said with a smile, her angry and bitchy attitude suddenly gone, “you’re such a good friend.” She pulled her legs away and got up from the couch, “I’m so hungry. I think I’ll make dinner now”

“Oh…” Randy said, still mentally and physically recovering from what happened, “what are we having?”

“We??” Kate laughed at him and walked past him, “you just ate your dinner, Silly. But if you’re good…” she came back over to him and patted his head, making him feel even smaller than she previously had, “maybe you’ll get dessert.”

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Man it is hot. Monday morning in August, and I cannot even get dressed without having to jump right back into the shower. I grab a couple extra tee shirts, kiss the wife, kiss her belly (we are expecting our first child in 6 weeks), and head out the door.

I work for a national telephone company servicing residential and business telephone lines. 12 years on the job, beautiful wife, first kid on the way, nice home, nice car…just about right for the average white American male wouldn’t you say? By lunch time on this fateful Monday everything would change.

Into my Van and off I go, my first job is at the community housing authority. Low rent units that helped out those less fortunate individuals. These particular units were recently built; large square structures with a common entry hall that led to 4 units per structure.

I came to unit 4b and with tools in tow knocked on the door that would forever change my life. Then I knocked again.

How many times in 12 years had I told myself not to knock that third time?…I should have split…but I knocked the third time.

As I turned to go the door opens and there she is.

Holding open the door for my entry she smiles, “Sorry, I was in the bathroom, but thanks for waiting, cause my parents would have strung me up if I missed letting you turn our phone on.”

“Not a problem” is my customary reply as I enter.

It is then the smell hits my nose; these units have a bathroom which sits right off the living room, and she must have been in there, because the smell of poop was ripe in the air, and for some reason I couldn’t stop taking deep breaths of it even though it was nasty. My mind was enjoying the fact that I had caught her in so compromising a position.

My wife, for instance, would have known her stench was in the air, and would have either had me wait for a moment outside, or not answered the door at all.

This young lady, however, did not appear in the least concerned to share her nasty stench with the world and continued with her apologies about the apartment

“Sorry about the air conditioning” she said “the housing authority is sending someone to service it later today, but the power is on so we can at least use fans.”

That fan isn’t strong enough to remove your stink is what my mind is chattering as I am still breathing with exaggerated breath’s through my nose.

“That’s ok” I reply, “I know how moving can be.”

Wow. Wow. Wow. For the first time since entering I am face to face with her, and wow is all that keeps repeating in my brain. It will take every bit of my strength to keep my eyes on her face, because she has the largest nipples that I have ever seen.

She is wearing a simple wife beater Italian tee shirt which is such a nice contrast to her black skin, and my goodness, her nipples are like two thumbs trying to tear through the worn material.

Secondly she is sweating, and yes, it is hot, but once again I am just enthralled by the way she is unconcerned about her appearance; I am no goody two-shoes, but this is not seen around my house!!! Incredible!!

I have to take a look, I just cannot help it…the sweat stain forms from between her breast’s, and travels down the front of the shirt, and she is wearing a pair of silk running shorts which incredibly have begun to show a spot as well…the sides of the shirt under her arms are showing sweat spots as well…I am taking all this in with short spurts of my eyes as I pretend to read the work order.

“So the work order sais you need to have all the outlets activated, could you show me where they are?” I ask with eyebrows raised as if this was my first week on the job.

I knew exactly where they were…I just asked her to show me because I wanted to confirm something, and sure enough, when she turned to walk into the bedroom the back of her shirt was the same as the front with a line of sweat all the way down her back and forming on the silk runners.

As for the rest of her body, it was the classic black athletic frame with about 20 pounds of extra weight, but she carried it as only a black woman can, and she needed it to support those big breasts; they just had that heavy look to them that is so very pleasant to the eyes.

Oh my goodness this lady is so nasty. She just does not care what she looks like, or how she smells or anything…or so I thought.

With that she left me to do what I had to do, which involved a lot of back and forth through the apartment stuff, you know, out to the van for this and that, and then you never remember everything.

Anyway I was using the opportunity to steal glances at her nipples, thinking I was smooth…I just could not help but try and see her nipples every chance I could knowing that I probably would never see anyone in this compromising a situation again.

My last outlet was in the kitchen, which required some special equipment…out to the truck again. As I headed into the living room, she was coming into the kitchen, and we Kartal Escort just about collided with both of us ending up startled and within inches of one another…

“I am so sorry” she breathed out directly in my face.

It was her breath that did it. Nasty morning breath mixed with something else that I couldn’t quite place, but it seemed familiar.

My reaction was to close my eyes and breath it in through my nose and before I could stop myself I said…

“Oh man” breathing in deeply and pronouncedly through my nostrils, “your breath smells.”

Did I just say that? I open my eyes, and she is smiling, and my knees just turn to jelly as I begin to stutter an apology.

“Ma’am, I am so very sorry…I did not mean to…”

She cut me off saying “It’s ok” quite breathily I might add.

“I think you like it” she spoke, and was just as pronouncedly breathing at me as I was breathing her in.

“No, I just meant…”, closing my eyes again.

But she cut me off again with a “shhh” that was nothing more than blowing her hot smelly breath directly into my face…

I nearly swooned at that point from the assault of her nasty breath and whatever else was mixed in with it.

“I think you’re a nasty white boy” she continued as I shook my head no, but my reaction to her steink was telling her different, and she told me as much.

“I might only be 18” she breathed, “but you men are pretty easy to figure out, and you have been staring at my sweaty tits for the last hour…don’t you think I know that? You want to know what else nasty boy? I’ll bet my cunt is sweaty and stinking too”

This last statement emitted a deep moan from me as I breathed in her stinky breath and my mind took in her nasty words.

She had actually used the word cunt, which I thought was universally accepted as a bad word around women.

She moved in for the kill hearing me moan.

“Mmmm”, she moaned out breathily. “You like my nasty mouth? Doesn’t your wife talk dirty to you at home?”

My eyes snap open being brought forth from my twisted reverie.

“I see the ring on your finger” she smiled.

With that she grabbed my hand and held my hand so I could see my wedding ring and I thought for sure the gig was up…I was busted, but she quickly brought me back into her incredibly smelly world of nastiness because she leaned even closer.

“You poor baby…doesn’t she wake you up and tell you how much she would like to suck your dick deep into her throat?”

I am shaking my head no again as she continues.

“She doesn’t wake you up with your big cock in her mouth and tell you to give her all your cum in the morning so she can rinse her mouth out?”

“She likes it clean”, I manage to stammer out.

And she does. My wife and I have great sex, and a lot of it, I thought, but it was always clean. By that I mean we were showered and our teeth were brushed before we ever came together.

We would never think to talk to one another before brushing our teeth in the morning, and a kiss was absolutely not even thought of.

And she NEVER before spoke to me in such a manner as this young lady was doing…like I said our sex was clean.

She just softly blew her bad breath at me then, causing me to shut my eyes yet again and breathe deep with my nostrils flared openly enjoying her stench.

“So then miss Kendra comes along and shatters your nice clean world with the smell of a real woman”.

Two things caused my eyes to fly open; one was hearing her name, but the second was the smell.

The underlying stink that I could not place was suddenly overpowering and as I opened my eyes I realised she had shifted and leaned against the door frame and raised her hand over her head, which placed her arm pit within inches of my nose.

Oh my goodness the stench was tremendous as I leaned in and pressed my nose right against her pit inhaling deeply. For some moments I just increased my pace of breaths as I just couldn’t help but whimper with desire.

Kendra took a step back, and for a moment I thought I might have freaked her out with my worship of her pit, but when I looked in her eyes there was nothing but sheer lust peering back at me.

She was getting turned on as much as I was. Our eyes burned into one another’s for a brief moment.

Then she reached up and with one hand pulled her tank down, and with the other hauled out her tremendous breast, and brought it up to her mouth, and without ever taking her eyes off mine snaked her tongue out and started to pleasure her nipple, exhaling aloud as she did.

My gaze dropped to her mouth, and I was stunned once again. Her nipple was just as magnificent as I had imagined, being equally the size of a thumb it protruded at least an inch from her massive orb which was all tit…there was no fat on this breast…it was the real deal.

But that is not what was so stunning, as incredible as that seems, what was so captivating Kartal Escort Bayan was that her tongue must have been sticking out about 4 inches from her lips as it danced over her nip.

I was completely mesmerized as I slowly closed the distance between us and then I surprised even my own self as I leaned in and just slid myself into her tongue as I swooped it between my lips and just started sucking on it like it was a penis.

It was Kendra’s turn to moan as I continued to assault just her tongue with my mouth…it just filled my mouth…my mouth was just filled with her tongue…I would never be the same…I was spoiled rotten in an instant…her tongue was huge and slimy and smelly and I loved it.

Kendra finally pulled back from me exclaiming “Oh man you are so nasty”, and with that she just spit all over my face.

Feeling her warm spit and smelling her breath just made me moan, and we both came back together for our first real kiss which lasted and lasted as we devoured each others face.

Her lips were just like big slippery pillows of flesh that I could not get enough of licking and sucking and nibbling and chewing.

We mewled and drooled into each others mouth, while I had taken arms and pinned them above her head against the wall so every so often I would dive down to her pits and give her little hickeys while I was just lost in her stench and now her taste as well.

Finally she pulled back and said “tell me your name.”

“Peter”, as I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip, and then her top.

She pulled back again and said “Peter…I have never been kissed like this…I must say I am impressed”

My reply was to lean into her face as she had done moments before with what had to be by now my nasty breath.

“Can I eat your cunt?”, I asked her breathing softly in her face.

Kendra just moaned in response as our lips mashed together and we drank each others spit for some moments more before I turned so I was against the wall and slowly slid down till I was sitting on the kitchen floor.

Kendra looked down at me, and I looked up at her, and without a word she slid her sweaty shorts off and stood before me.

The smell of her womanhood was so strong I just wanted to jerk my dick right then.

Kendra smiled as she saw the effect her smell had on me, then she slowly turned around, spread her legs, and bent over holding onto her ankles.

What an incredible sight before me as she displayed herself without shame. Beautiful and very thick and dark pussy lips with just that slightest amount of pink shining through and glistening with her wetness was topped off with a neatly puckered dark chocolate hole and surrounded by large but perfectly formed globes of flesh, and the whole package started to slowly move my way.

Holding her ankles Kendra slowly made her way to me and never stopped until my face disappeared into her womanhood. I was glad she did not tease, but she needed me to taste her as badly as I needed it.

Oh the smell was so awesome…what had I been missing all these years? Sweat, body odor, unwashed pussy, and an asshole that was still greasy from the dump she had been taking when I entered her world suddenly became my whole world as I coated my face with her slimy goo while my lips and tongue sucked her fat pussy lips and asshole clean.

Kendra was cumming continually as my mouth was repeatedly filled with her delicious juice.

“Oh baby”, she moaned out, “eat that crotch.”

“Fucking clean me out you nasty cunt eater.”

Finally I slapped her hard on the ass emitting a gasp from her as I struggled to get up from behind her, but she would not let me.

“Please eat my black cunt some more baby.”

Kendra was just out of breath moaning repeatedly, which just fueled my depravity to levels I did not think possible.

I just slid all the way down so I was now lying on my back on the kitchen floor. Kendra released her ankles and sank to her knees.

Before she could lower herself to me I called out her name “Kendra kiss me now”.

In an instant she responded and in moments she was raining her big lips all over my face and moaning how much she loved my mouth before driving her tongue all the way to the back of my throat just filling me her incredible digit.

Her mouth was so spit filled…she just kept letting it run into mine and onto my face so I was soaked but then she enjoyed sucking it up with her big lips so it just was such a slimy delight to french and french and french.

Finally I moaned out for her to suck my dick and she moaned her agreement into my mouth as she filled it with her tongue before resuming the position she had just left.

Kendra eased her freshly slimed cunt to my waiting lips as she freed my 7 inch dick and wasted no time in simply sinking to the very root so her breath was coming in short blasts from her nose on my ball sack.

“Oh Kendra…oh my goodness…oh suck it…oh Escort Kartal Kendra suck my fucking cock baby…suck that dick girl…oh my goodness your mouth…your mouth…your mouth…I fucking love it.”

I howled with delight, as no one had ever done that to me. I have had some ladies go down, but none had ever so simply and without effort just sank to my balls that way.

Slowly Kendra backed her big lips up my shaft to the tip before swooping down again to the root, and that was the tempo she built upon for about 30 seconds and that was it for me.”

“Baby I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna come”

My hips started to buck, but she held me down firmly, and with her mouth at the root started milking me with her throat like I was a vanilla milkshake.

All I could do was shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot, and shoot and shoot and shoot.

Kendra just started smoothly traveling up and down my dick while she had this suction like she was trying to get a chunk of strawberry through a straw. She just kept going up and down and up and down.

Finally my load subsided and she released my bone and immediately started licking my member with long powerful strokes as I was able to resume my attack on her backside with renewed vigor.

This was something else that was new to me, and that was the fact that I did not want to stop as soon as my orgasm had ended, whereas with my wife it had always been one and done.

I just could not get enough of Kendra’s swampy crotch and slimy butthole, and I told her so with my newfound filthy mouth.

She responded by grabbing my legs on the inside of my knees and pulling them back towards my head as she propped my legs behind her extended arms leaving my ass completely exposed to her.

This was another first for me as Kendra lowered her face to my puckered hole, and this time it was her who was breathing deep, and I could feel her hot breath against my hole…man oh man I was so opened up and vulnerable it was just the most incredible feeling of submission. Then without hesitation Kendra sent about an inch of her tongue into my sphincter.

My reaction startled me, as I couldn’t help but try and buck against her to force her tongue further into my ass. I loved it!!!

“Oh man…suck my asshole…oh my goodness it feels so good…oh please never stop…please never stop.” I was whimpering at this point.

Mewling with pleasure I started to beg her to ream my ass with her tongue. Slowly she worked more and more into me while I begged.

Kendra’s ass was grinding in my face as she admonished me.

“Eat my fucking crotch…clean it up!” she siad straining to rub against me.

I smacked her hard on the ass again sucking her clit into my mouth like no tomorrow. She started to cream immediately and I took some of her jazz with my thumb and forefirnger getting them all slimy, and then I put my forefinger to her butthole and my thumb to the lips of her pussy.

Slowly I eased both digits into her as she renewed her tongue in my ass and I assaulted her clit.

Suddenly Kendra left my ass, and I honestly felt lost, but then another first for me as just as suddenly as she was gone, she was back, but now she did something I would not have even dreamed of a day ago.

Kendra had copied me, and slimed up her forefinger and thumb with spit, and now she had just placed her forefinger to the knuckle in my ass while she rubbed her thumb over my prostate and swallowed my cock whole.

Thumbs, forefingers, lips and tongues were just dueling furiously at both ends…AND I MEAN WE WERE REALLY GOING AT IT…I had never even imagined anything could feel so good.

It did not take long once again before I felt my second load churning, which this time just made me want to assault Kendra more, but what I ended up doing was not attacking her with more vigor, but in stead slowing my pace.

It was even better, as I slowed my pace so now I was really making out with her pussy, the need of my lips wanting to just swallow everything she could give, and Kendra must have sensed this because she started to shudder so violently I thought for a moment she was having a seizure.

She cried out “Oh yes baby yes” around my cock, and I continued making out with her gash.

Suddenly, though, she filled my mouth, and I mean filled my mouth…before I knew it the fluid had started to run out of my mouth down my kneck and was pooling around my head, as I realised she had let go her blatter and was pissing in my mouth!!! Another first by the way.

“Drink my fucking juice…oh fucking drink it” Kendra moaned out around my dick.

Oh the depravity as I fought to swallow as much as I could, and it just kept coming…needless to say this pushed me over and as I was drinking down her piss I was coming uncontrollably in her mouth.

I slapped her ass hard once again, and she relented and moved so I could raise myself up, but I just wanted to get to her mouth and suck on her lips.

I told her how much I missed her lips and tongue as we slid together and swapped spit, piss, cum, and the rest of our combined juices for some minutes.

“We made quite a mess on your floor Kendra, and I had better be getting out of here” I said as I eased to my feet and helped her to hers.

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Numbers had always been important to Jasmine. Her name has seven letters because her mother knew that to be a lucky number and she wanted her daughter to be lucky. Now, as she approached the age of eighteen Jasmine was filled with foreboding. Eighteen is three times six. Three sixes are the number of the beast. 666 is eighteen just put another way. One is a holy number, three is auspicious and seven is lucky, but six is a bad number and the triple six is a serious problem.

As her birthday got closer, Jasmine determined that she must make preparations to prevent it being the disaster that she feared. She went to see the numerologist who had advised her mother for many years. She didn’t want her mum to worry and what she had in mind was not something you could talk to your mother about, but she really didn’t have any choice. She told Astorius that this was absolutely confidential. She made him swear that he would say absolutely nothing to her mother or anybody else. Astorius was quite happy about this. He was used to people who confided in him and who didn’t want anybody else to know about their needs. After all he had tended to Jasmine’s mother for many years in ways that Jasmine was completely unaware.

Jasmine and Astorius spoke for about four hours over three separate meetings before it was agreed what needed to be done on the eighteenth anniversary of her birth. Jasmine remembered that on her twelfth birthday, she had her first period. She had been told a little bit about menstruation without really paying attention and when it happened on the day of the double six she had thought she was cursed and going to bleed to death. She knew better now of course, but still she was sure that the bleeding on that particular day was a warning to her. On her sixth birthday she had fallen down stairs when excitedly chasing at her party and knocked out her two front teeth. There was a lot of blood then and she still lived with that event. Sixes were pain and blood. The triple six would be much worse unless she could protect against it.

Astorius was astonished when he first heard what Jasmine thought she needed to do on her birthday. He had listened in silence as she went through her fears and explained why she was so sure of terrible consequences of the power of the beast on that day. After he had satisfied himself that she knew what she was doing and was determined to go through with it, whether he helped her or not, he accepted the role of advisor and set about planning the day. His first point of contact was his golf club. There were really quite a lot of elderly members and, of course, many of the others had elderly relatives. Well, getting together seven, eighty one year old men was not going to be the easiest thing in the world and even then it was going to be a delicate issue dealing with what they would be expected to do.

Inverting the number of the beast was the most effective way of neutralising his malign power. 999 is the number of help. When assistance is required, the triple nine is the way to get it. The great beast of the apocalypse, 666, brings terror and pain. The triple nine is the way to overcome the sickening six and be gathered into the arms of saviours.

Seven is lucky and reversing eighteen cancels out its negative so seven eighty one year olds was the best possible insurance against the dangers of the dreadful day. It was one day, she had three holes and as many sevens must be worked into three by the eighty ones as could be achieved during that one day.

Jasmine never got up until 2pm on her birthday. As arranged she went immediately to the room Astorius had set aside for the purpose. She had already made careful preparations with her parents and friends that she had important college commitments on her birthday so she would not be celebrating until the following weekend. When she arrived, Astorius greeted her and sent her to carry out the ritual bath that they had agreed upon. As he did so he confirmed that her seven elderly helpers were all on their way and would be in place at precisely 3pm when she had completed her ablutions. In one intriguing surprise, Astorius informed Jasmine that he was aged fifty four himself. Three times eighteen. Very significant, but she was unsure quite what it might mean.

Jasmine attended to her internal and external cleansing with great care. When she was finished and presented herself she knew that she was going to have the most extraordinary experiences until seven-o-clock in the evening. This was going to be very difficult and she was nervous.

Finally the moment arrived. Jasmine emerged naked into the room. Astorius led her into the centre of a ring of chairs occupied by the old men. Either side of Jasmine were a whipping bench and a large St Andrew’s cross. Laid out on the bench were a cane, a riding crop and a seven tailed, leather flogger. Jasmine shuddered and Astorius said:

“Today Jasmine enters adulthood. She thanks you all for assisting her in her auspicious passage to a successful and fulfilled life.”

Jasmine bowed and Astorius led her to the first man who was in a wheelchair. She knelt before him. Astorius undid Maltepe Escort his trousers and Jasmine leant forward to take the soft wrinkly prick in her mouth. It took some vigorous sucking and hard tongue work, but in a few minutes he produced a rigid hard that filled her mouth. A few more minutes of attentive work and Jasmine’s mouth was filled with runny cum while the old man groaned. She opened her mouth and put our her coated tongue for the audience to see before swallowing.

Her next gentleman was much more physically able and what he had just seen filled him with enthusiasm. At a nod from Astorius he rose from his chair while Jasmine was moving on her knees towards him. He took out his erect member which was of more than average size and very obviously ready for some attention. He took the pretty teenager by the hair and pulled her face onto him greedily. Years of pent up energy and dreams must have felt their release in the warm, soft mouth engulfing his prick and he thrust enthusiastically. Surprised by the vigour, Jasmine gagged and he pulled her head away to give her a breath before face fucking her again. A few thrusts later he drew her in tightly again and probed her young throat. This time Jasmine had regained her composure and concentrated hard to relax and allow the throbbing knob to enter her throat.

Overcome with pleasure he could last no longer and gave Jasmine her second mouthful. This time it was a larger quantity and thicker. In accordance with the routine she had agreed with Astorius beforehand, Jasmine displayed the mouthful and then swallowed.

While this was going on Astorius had suggested to the other men that they might like to remove all of their clothes. The ywere keen to comply.

The remaining men came to the kneeling girl as she stayed in position in the centre of their circle and she fellated them all to completion. After the example of the second man, they all took her very firmly and she got repeated face and throat fucking that might have been expected from a gang bang by young men although all of these could have been her great grandfather.

When the round was complete Jasmine was allowed a drink of water and Astorius congratulated the men on their successful opening of the proceedings for Jasmine’s propitious entry into adulthood.

Now had come the time for scourging in which the beast would be driven away from threatening her tender and vulnerable places. Astorius explained to the men that just as they would protect Jasmine by gracing her three holes with their seven pricks, they would also scourge her at three points on her body with three instruments. Each of the seven men would deliver three strokes. He instructed Jasmine to get onto the whipping bench and he strapped her in position. Taking up the cane Astorius called over the first man. He was the last to have shot his load into Jasmine’s sweet mouth and he was still savouring the pleasure as Astorius explained to him that he was going to give her one firm stroke of the cane across her buttocks.

Jasmine was shaking in her bonds. She had never been caned and at this moment she felt more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Astorius called all the men round the bench. Spreading the cheeks of her ass he invited them to admire the tight sphincter which was just a little darker than the surrounding pink flesh. He explained that after she had received her seven strokes they were going to fuck that ass and when they had warmed the ass up well they were going to have an even more special experience.

With that, Astorius leant over and pushed his tongue deep into Jasmine’s asshole. She groaned with shock and pleasure as the warm, wet tongue penetrated her. When he withdrew the men could see that the hole was just a little more relaxed than it had been before. Astorius whispered into the cane holder’s ear that he should bring down the cane with all the force that he could muster and not hold back at all. If he would like to take a lick before he did so he might find that her buttocks would relax just a little more and ripple even more beautifully when she got her stroke.

The whispered instructions were gratefully received. The bearded old man plunged his face into the lovely young ass and applied some vigorous licking before standing back to bring the cane down hard across both buttocks. Jasmine yelped and bounced up from the bench to the limit of her bonds. A livid red welt immediately appeared right across the centre of her ass.

The cane was passed immediately to the second man who took it enthusiastically. He was smiling broadly when he ran his tongue over the cane mark before having a further probe deep into her asshole with his tongue. He licked her for rather longer than the first man before standing back and taking aim. Jasmine was still reeling with her stinging flesh and delightful new experience of having a tongue enter her in such a strange and intimate way when the cane whistled through the air. It struck just above the first stroke and left a mark which was even brighter than the first. Jasmine screamed and jerked, but could not move Maltepe Escort Bayan more than a fraction in her wriggling.

The pattern continued as Jasmine cried and screamed while her ass became a brilliant red striped with raised welts which were purple where they crossed others. It was now the turn of the final man, the guy in the wheelchair. Wheeling alongside the bench he was able to lean to the side and slip his tongue into the now gaping asshole. All possibility of tensing her buttocks had gone completely. The red hot cheeks of her ass touched his face and encouraged him to push in further. After a longer rimming than given by any of the others he finally drew back and accepted the cane being offered to him. Before Astorius could give any advice he positioned his wheelchair behind her, raised his arm and brought it down with surprising force. The stroke landed vertically and with great precision directly on the tender asshole that had become accustomed to receiving the welcome attention of exploring tongues. The scream that pierced the room was followed by loud sobbing and fierce straining against the strong leather restraints.

Astorius announced a fifteen minute break while the men might relieve themselves, get a drink or take up his offer of some little blue pills if they were required. Jasmine was left attached to the bench. As the break was nearing its end and Jasmine was less than an hour and a half into her four hour ordeal, Astorius approached her and applied an edible, warming lubricant to her abused asshole. He pushed it in with two fingers, stretching open the sore and swollen flesh. Jasmine groaned and writhed at the intrusion which hurt and stimulated at the same time.

The men began to gather round. Astorius told them that now was the time for them to fuck Jasmine’s ass. If the Viagra and the glowing ass of this beautiful teenager were not enough to get them hard for the second time they could use her mouth to help them stiffen. He also advised them that he didn’t want her ass dribbling the cum of seven men so they should also return to her mouth when they felt that they were close to completion. Today, all of their ejaculate was to find its way into Jasmine’s tummy.

The most enthusiastic of the old men approached and Astorius helped by taking Jasmine by the hair and guiding the semi hard prick into her mouth. As soon as she was sucking he returned to her ass, applied some more lube and pushed three fingers right into her. As he looked up he saw the old guy gripping her head very firmly and fucking her face enthusiastically. He withdrew his very rigid dick and came to put it in her ass. The sensation was amazing. She was so well lubed that he got in without difficulty, but she was still very tight. In a few thrusts he was in right to the hilt and he could feel the heat of her punished butt cheeks against his thighs. While this first man built up his rhythm Astorius called in the second to get an oral stimulation so that he would be ready for the asshole. After a few minutes of vigorous ass fucking, number one was ready to cum. He nodded to number two and they swapped places. Just as the new guy was plugging her asshole , the first man grunted as he shot his second load of the day into the pretty girl’s mouth. He held her face tight into his groin until she had swallowed every drop and he had returned to the small wrinkled state that he normally had these days.

All the men worked through her, keeping her mouth and ass filled continually with only the occasional short gap to top up the lube. After six had fully satisfied themselves, Astorius released Jasmine from the bench and instructed her to kneel and suck the wheelchair guy to rigidity. When he was really hard she was instructed to sit on his dick and work herself up and down until he was ready and then take his cum in her mouth. He was so excited that a doctor might have feared for his health, but he got as hard as a rock and she had to work hard for ages with his surprisingly large prick up her ass before he was ready to shoot his wad into her sweet little mouth.

It was time for another break. Everybody had a drink, including Jasmine, and Astorius moved the large cross assembly to the centre of the room. Unable to sit down, Jasmine stood to one side sipping from her glass and watching with trepidation as the next stage of her ordeal was prepared. Her mouth had been very sticky with cum and the ejaculate of seven old men had not left her mouth as fresh as it had been earlier. She was savouring the cool drink and swilling it about her mouth. Suddenly Astorius instructed her to come to him.

“Umm! Yes of course, but I must just go for a pee first.”

“No!”

The response shocked her.

“Come here now.”

Jasmine obeyed. Astorius told her to place her feet on the blocks on the lower part of the St Andrews cross. He fixed the leather ankle restraints and then reached up to secure her wrists in a similar way to the top part of the cross. He then fixed in place a wide leather belt across her waist and she was secure. He moved a lever and he was then able to rotate Escort Maltepe the cross. He turned her round completely before returning her to the upright and calling the men around.

“Well gentlemen, you have been kind enough to help Jasmine safely through this important stage in her life. She and you have all done well so far, but there is more to be done. Three lots of scourging are required and now is the time for the second.”

He produced the riding crop and swished it down onto the palm of his hand. Jasmine watched wide eyed as he explained that each of them would apply one firm stroke of the crop to Jasmine’s beautiful young breasts. They would be able to have the cross rotated to place her in whatever position they preferred for delivery of their stroke.

As the fear increased within her Jasmine became desperate.

“Please Sir. I know this has to be done, but I must have a pee. Please let me down to go to the bathroom. I will come back right away. Astorius smiled. He reached out to the drinks table and picked up a large glass jug. Placing it to her perfectly shaved crotch he said “Go ahead.”

Jasmine blushed. Her bladder felt full to bursting, but she couldn’t pee. Astorius smiled again and took the jug away.

“We have a strict timetable gentlemen. Who wishes to be first to take Jasmine through the next part of her birthday?”

The guy moved forward in his powered wheelchair. His head was still full of the experience of the ass fuck and he was very excited at the possibility of marking those beautiful tits. Astorius asked him how he would like the cross and he indicated that he would have her on her side with her head to his right. He placed the crop on the side of her right tit to get his aim. He raised it and brought it down as hard as he could. Her breasts jiggled wildly from the blow and a brilliant, raised mark in the shape of the leather flap on the crop appeared on her. Astorius returned the cross to the upright as tears trickled down Jasmine’s face.

The crop was passed to the second man who came forward. He decided that he want Jasmine upside down. He teasingly ran the crop down her thigh to her cunt and then on to the underside of her left tit before squaring up and firming his aim. The blow he struck was harder than the first. Jasmine screamed with pain and when she was returned to upright, her face was wet with tears and distorted with sobbing. Several of the men went forward to feel the raised welts and fondle the tits which were now getting hot like her ass had done.

The third man chose to have her upright and struck from the side so that he got both tits with the end flap marking the top of her right breast and the left carrying the line of the crop. After this stroke and the scream that followed it a trickle of pee appeared on Jasmine’s thigh. Astorius placed the jug between her legs again and said

“Go on let it go. You need to and you will be more comfortable.”

The round of laughter that happened at the suggestion that she could be comfortable while having her breasts beaten with a riding crop did not seem sadistic and it quieted immediately the stream of yellow piss started to flood into the jug.

In the remaining four strokes, Jasmine’s breasts were beaten from different angles until they were covered with crop marks, swollen, coloured and distorted in shape. When she was released from the cross her legs were so shaky that she could not stand unaided. The men took turns in supporting her while gently fondling her bruised ass and tits.

They all relaxed while Astorius explained that Jasmine’s cunt, which had so far received no attention, was going to be the focus of the following two stages of the ceremony. Each of the men had a drink while they listened, but when Jasmine indicated that she was thirsty too Astorius poured her a glass from the jug. She just stared in amazement at the glass of her own piss. Nobody commented, but after a few seconds pause a man took the glass from her hand and replaced it with his glass of wine. He raised her glass to his lips and drank it down completely to a round of applause from the others.

The leather flogger was passed around the men for them to feel its weight, test its strike against their hands or simply admire it while they imagined what they were going to do next.

Astorius placed Jasmine on her back on the whipping bench before securing her waist and then fixing a spreader bar to her ankles and securing her legs above her shoulders. Her bald, pink cunt was displayed to perfection and ready for the attention it was about to receive. Her head hung down at the end of the bench so that her mouth was accessible.

After a few words recounting the importance of the numbers and the magical significance of the seven scourging strokes which would protect the eighteen year old vulva from the ravages of the beast, Astorius noted that the worrying hour of six-o-clock was approaching. As the clock began to strike the hour the first man raised his arm and brought the flogger down onto Jasmine’s splayed pussy. He paused for a moment to look at his handiwork before approaching and kissing the reddened cunt lips. The flogger was passed to the next man who also stopped for a kiss and lick after he had whipped her. Remembering the ass he had served earlier he allowed his tongue to run down and enter the still gaping hole. The mixture of sensations for Jasmine were causing her head to swirl.

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Almost exactly on time he heard a knock at the door, his heart beating faster in anticipation as he crossed the hotel suite to answer the door. Opening it he saw the beautiful AJ standing there, her long legs accentuated by a short black skirt, a white blouse unbuttoned to show off her ample cleavage, a large leather bag over her shoulder. Her black hair framed her pretty face, tanned skin accentuated by her white teeth as she smiled at him and asked if he was ready for her.

“Yes” he said, voice slightly nervous, anticipating what was to come. “Good,” she said, “You’d better be,” pushing him back inside the hotel suite and closing the door behind them. “I’ve been waiting to try this for ages.”

Once the door had clicked shut, she kissed him deeply, running her hands across his cheeks, down his chest and straight to his belt. He was taken slightly be surprise by the forcefulness of her kiss and leant back against the wall as she unbuckled the belt and loosened the zipper of his trousers. She broke from the kiss, both of them panting slightly, she flashed him a bright smile and put a long perfectly manicured finger to his lips.

“Just relax and enjoy the afternoon, I know you’re going to love what I’ve got planned for us.” With that, she slowly slid her hands down his body and pulled down his pants, kneeling in front of him, a bulge rapidly growing in his shorts as he felt one of her hands brush against the thin material covering his hardening cock.

He closed his eyes for a second as she pulled the waistband of the shorts slowly down his thighs, exposing his manhood to her for the first time. “Mmmm,” AJ moaned “good enough to eat babe.” He opened his eyes as he felt her hand cup his balls, her fingers gently curling around them as if weighing them.

“Jeez, babe, they feel heavy. I’m going to empty them for you, all over my tongue, how’d you like the sound of that for starters?” Her voice sounded so sexy when she told him what she was Kurtköy Escort going to do to him, one of the reasons he’d asked her in the first place, she was so damned hot and open minded — he knew the minute they’d laid eyes on each other she’d be the one to make his fantasy come true. They’d met just a few months ago at a business fair, she worked for a company his boss wanted him to sound out for a deal — He was pretty sure this wasn’t the deal he’d had in mind, but damn, this was a much better proposition.

His thoughts were brought swiftly to the present as he felt AJ’s hand move from his balls and start slowly working up and down his hard shaft, working the foreskin of his cock back, exposing the large purple glans which gained more appreciative moans from AJ.

He looked down past the mass of perfectly styled black hair and caught a glimpse of her tanned cleavage framed by the open necked blouse she was wearing, the tone of her dark skin accentuated by the whiteness of the blouse. His eyes travelled lower to her slim legs, barely covered by the short black skirt she was wearing. She was kneeling on one knee and the skirt had ridden up her thighs so it was more of a large belt than anything, allowing him to see her g-string barely covered her well trimmed pubic bush.

While he was appreciating her body, AJ was more than appreciating his swollen cock and balls. Once she had pulled back his foreskin she slowly started to caress his balls with her hand, and started gently kissing the side of his cock near the base, slowly working her way up one side while pulling at his ball sack. First she kissed one side, from base to just under the glans, then the other side. Finally she took his cock in one hand and pressed it against his stomach, all the while playing with his heavy balls, then kissed right where his cock met his balls, she sucked gently on the based of his cock and started to trace up the underside of his Kurtköy Escort Bayan cock with her tongue, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Then she let go with both hands and laughed a dirty little laugh as his cock slapped against her cheek.

“I’m going to drink your cum.” She said, and took a deep breath before she took his entire length in her mouth in one smooth swift movement, using only her lips and tongue. He felt breathless as he felt her warm mouth slide down his hard 6″ member, her nose buried in his pubes. Jesus! He thought. This is amazing. Her tongue worked around his sensitive glans, making his legs tremble with the sensation, she sucked hard as she worked her head slowly up and down the entire length of his cock, almost letting it slip out of her mouth before taking it all back in again right down to the root of his manhood.

He noticed one hand had returned to his balls, slowly squeezing them when she got her mouth right down the base of his cock, fingers rubbing gently at the area just behind them — a sign of things to come he hoped. Her other hand he noticed, had moved between her legs and he could see her fingers slowly working in and around her pussy under her flimsy g-string.

After a few moments of this he felt her fingers behind his balls become more forceful and insistent, reaching further back towards his sensitive asshole. They brushed over it once or twice, but then went back to his balls, as AJ started to gently tug down on his balls in rhythm with her sucking. She let his cock slip from her mouth on one occasion, exhaling deeply, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to the purple head of his hard member. She stood up, the thin string of saliva breaking and leaving a small trail from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, in that oh-so seductive voice of hers. “I’m going to make you cum now babe, I want it all in my mouth, Escort Kurtköy then I’m going to share it with you, OK?”

She knelt back down again, and took his cock in one hand – the other still working on her own pleasure – and started to slowly wank his cock from base to tip, watching his glans intensely. Her stroking got slowly faster and she started to lick the underside of the head of his cock, after a moment or two she took the head in her mouth and started to work her tongue harder and faster over his glans. Moving her hand back to his balls she reverted to her former technique of sucking the whole length hard, now though she sped up and moved from tip to base quickly, sucking hard on his cock and pulling rhythmically at his balls.

The sensations built quickly in his cock and balls, and after just a few minutes of this intense sucking, he felt powerless to stop himself from cumming, and he moaned loudly to AJ letting her know she was going to get his load very soon. She pulled harder on his balls and sucked his cock harder, concentrating on the now hypersensitive glans. Seconds later his legs almost buckled as he felt the first wave of his orgasm shoot a string of cum into AJ’s hot wet mouth, quickly followed by several more as she continued to suck on the head of his pulsing cock.

After half a dozen powerful spurts of cum, she pulled away slightly so she could see the next few strings of cum land on her outstretched tongue. She sucked again on his sensitive cock head until she was happy she wasn’t going to miss any more, then she stood up in front of him and presented him the hand she’d been pleasuring herself with, fingers wet with her juices. He sucked on her fingers, savouring her taste, before she took his face in both her hands and kissed him again, deeply, the salty taste of his own cum mingling with her juices and their saliva. He took his own seed into his belly just as she had done… Their pact after all rested on them having done to themselves what they’d to the other.

“Mmmm, I enjoyed that babe, and looks like you did too. ” AJ laughed, before pointing to the bedroom. “Right I’m going to get things ready for the main event,” she said, she took out a small box from her bag “You, go take a shower and get yourself ready.”

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It began as an experiment by my boss at work. He decided to diversify the office and appointed me the online mortgage headhunter. What this led to was the freedom to work outside of the office and as months went by I spent more and more time at home than at work. That is a direct opposite of my wife who began working more and more hours at the hospital and I admit left me with far too much time on my hands. This led me to a daily perusal of some of the seamier sites on the web until after a month or so I was hooked continuing to venture farther into that world.

After months of voyeurism on the web, I found a site that offered to ship customers used panties through the mail. Since I was a small boy, I have had an infatuation with sexy, silky underwear and before my marriage I had even bought a pair for the sole pleasure of masturbation. I went back to this site on occasion, but never had the nerve to fill out the form, lest my wife would find out my perversion, a perversion I am sure she would not understand. One day as I was surfing, I noticed a new model on the site. She was a gorgeous blonde with a lovely smile and a fantastic backside and claimed that she would masturbate in her panties then send them sealed in a baggie for a nominal fee. I had the uncontrollable hunger to know what that beauty would smell, and yes, even taste like and with trembling fingers I filled in the form and did the unthinkable; gave out my credit card number. It took me three tries.

The advertisement said three to five days for delivery and I waited anxiously for them to arrive. You’re probably wondering why I don’t just take out my obsession on my wife’s clothing, but she has been brought up very strictly, almost severely and, to my knowledge, has never owned a pair. And in honesty, it just wouldn’t have the sense of adventure that goes along with this little endeavor. After three days I became nervous about what I had done, by the fifth day I was on pins and needles. I went back to the site to review my purchase and to my horror I saw that I had typed an 8 in the address instead of a 6. If the package had come, it would have been delivered to the house next door!

The couple who lived next door were not bad people. The husband was a good ole boy from here and was a real nice guy. The wife, however, was another story. She was a stay home wife with three kids who always seemed to have an active feud with other mothers in the neighborhood. She wore clothes that were too expensive for his salary and was usually highly doused with that obsession perfume. My wife referred to her as a bit slutty, but was still polite to her. And this was the woman I would have to confront if I were to get my package.

That night she came over to the house a bit sloshed. I thought for sure she was going to hand me the package and my wife would want me to open it and it would be the most humiliating night of my life. But she came over to talk to my wife about what a bastard everyone was on the street, except us, including her husband who was trying to make peace with some woman who had taken legal action against her.

Ida was dressed in very tight jeans and a sequined black silk blouse with enough buttons undone to let everyone see that she was amply endowed in the chest area. I brought her a drink, intoxicated by the perfume and the push up bra she was revealing to me as I bent over. She wanted to know if we wanted to go out for some drinks. I said yes, my wife a definite no. She hugged my wife out on the porch and apologized for bending her ear back. She looked a little pissed or it was just a flash. She caught me while I was a step down mashing my face into those scented pillows. I was a nervous wreck waiting for the shoe to drop, when she looked into my eyes and began to speak.

“Why couldn’t I have found a man like you?” she hugged me again then brushed past me to leave.

“What was that all about?” I sat outside with my wife.

“She thinks that Dan is having an affair with her arch enemy Vera,” I noticed my wife’s peaches were tightly wrapped in her frumpy sweatshirt.

The next morning I was really high strung as I surfed the net. I came upon the blonde in a number of poses on a different site. They sent me into a frenzy and I needed some kind of release, my pent up emotions from the previous five days didn’t help. I went into the hamper and found some of my wife’s underwear and took them into the guest room. I lay down and placed the pile upon my face and began jacking off breathing in the aroma until strings of cum burst onto my stomach. As I was leaving, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, I turned quickly but could see nothing through the blinds.

The next morning I went out to get the paper and on my way back I noticed the mailbox lid was raised. To my delight, inside was my package. I was as giddy as a schoolboy tearing the box apart revealing the baggie inside with my treasure. I had not felt this way since the first time I found a Playboy under my father’s bed and faked sick so that I could spend all day with it. I pulled Pendik Escort up the jpegs of the girl I had saved the previous day and as I went from one pose to the other I held those luscious panties below my nose and sniffed the fragrant aroma.

I jerked off three times that morning, picturing that young thing bent over telling me what to do, where to put my tongue, where to put my dick. It was intoxicating. I tried to concentrate on work, but every few minutes I had to return to those jpegs and those panties. I barely had time to secure my treasure in the closet after I heard my wife’s car pull up the driveway. It was our sex night, but my wife was tired and I was relieved to not have to try to get hard again after my day.

The next morning I awoke with a stiffy. Through slits in my eyes, I watched as my wife bent over in her panties to shuck her slacks up her legs. God, I was turning into a pervert, but it was my wife. As soon as the front door shut, I leapt out of bed and went to the closet. I was determined to hold off my ejaculation for as long as I could, teasing myself with the panties throughout the day. After priming myself, I went out to get the paper and I noticed that Ida was working in the garden. She was wearing denim shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and a straw hat and I caught myself mesmerized by her voluptuous ass, so different than my wife’s skinny bum, as she bent over the garden. I could glimpse the sides of her boobs as they hung down within the shirt.

I’m not sure how long I stood there staring, but eventually she turned and gave me a smile and a wave. Embarrassed, I waved back and headed back into the house.

I sat back down at the computer to get some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to Ida and the garden. I went into the guest bedroom where I could peek through the blinds and I had a great view of her ass stretching the confines of the denim. A great idea struck me and I went to the hallway closet and pulled down the binoculars. From my vantage point I could that the jeans didn’t quite cover her globes and the bottom eighth of them were displayed. I could see where the denim veed into the crotch and I could see a strip of green and a few black hairs hanging from the threads.

I stripped off my clothing and grabbed my cock in one hand while I panned her entire body with the specs. This was better than the panties in the mail, this was real. I was wanking on my pod and drinking her in and she suddenly got up and stretched. I was spellbound as those enormous orbs stretched the fabric of her shirt, then I realized that she was looking right at my window. I shot my spunk against the wall, turning away for fear the glasses were reflecting. When I looked again she had vanished.

I’m not sure what emotions ran through me at that point. If she saw me she might tell my wife then I would have to explain. I went through the rest of the day in a daze, the last thing on my mind was getting off, so I poured myself into my work and finished a stage of my project. I called my boss and drove down to work to present it that afternoon. When I arrived home it was after five and my face drained of color when I saw out on the porch my wife and Ida drinking screwdrivers and chatting and laughing. Visions of what may have transpired between those two sent me into a dither and I was close to non responsive when my wife called out to me to make more drinks and bring them out. Reluctantly I entered the porch and served the drinks. Both women were half lit giggling and talking like schoolgirls as I stood nerve shaken beside them. They said some demeaning things about men ‘little boys with little toys’ and how they would do anything to get into girl’s panties. Laughing the entire time while I just stood there. A wave of humiliation washed over me and I was mortified to feel the beginning pulse of my cock as it began to harden. But the worst moment was when my wife slapped my ass and ordered me to make more drinks. The gales of laughter assaulted me as I meekly went into the kitchen to stir.

That night my wife took my cock in her mouth. It was a rare occasion, my wife giving head, but tonight was different as she controlled the action with me just lying there. She would lick, jerk, go down on me, start moaning with no discernable rhythm as if by whim. She was pretty drunk so that might have been it. She then began jerking me hard and when she snaked a finger up my ass I came in spurts. She told me to clean up and go to sleep.

The next several days I worked diligently upon my project, the reminder that the panties were in the closet kept gnawing at me. I finally succumbed and, don’t even ask me why, but I took the panties down, stripped, and then put them on. The silk felt great against my skin and I was able to get back to work without the itch to do something. I noticed that Ida was out in her garden every morning wearing the same shorts and shirt, but I felt I had dodged a bullet as nothing was said by my wife or her. My wife had mentioned that the other night was just another bitch Pendik Escort Bayan session between Ida and her feuding neighbors and her dissatisfaction with her husband and she hoped I wasn’t too offended.

That Friday, I had finished one more aspect of the project and was planning on having a little fun. As I went out to get the paper, I noticed Ida in a nightgown bending over to get hers. Her nightgown was translucent in the morning sunlight and the curves of her ass were joyously prominent. She appeared to take a little too long bending and even squatted so that her knees separated giving me an unadulterated view of everything. I went back into the house and put on my panties. It was exhilarating knowing that they had touched the young girl’s most private places and were now touching mine. I went into the guest room to do a little caressing and noticed out the window that Ida was bent over that garden again. I drank in the globes of her asscheeks peeking out from her shorts for a minute, and then proceeded to lie down in the bed. I began caressing myself through the panties lost in the passion of my imagination when a shadow, like when a plane flies overhead, passed against the window. I bolted up and looked but there was no one there.

As I lay back down the phone rang.

“Could you come over here please,” it was Ida “there’s a snake in my garden. Please get over here, I’m terrified of snakes.”

I rushed to pull up my shorts and throw on a shirt and ran over to her house. She was in the kitchen waiting for me.

“Where is it?”

“Oh it’s around,” she got up and walked towards me. She rubbed her hand up and down the crotch of my shorts, against the panties. “I’m sure it will pop up any minute.” I was flabbergasted as I watched her step back.

“I like to see panties on a little boy,” she smirked.

“What!”

“You are wearing your little panties, aren’t you?” she looked me square in the eyes. “You know, when that package came for you, I just had to know what was in it.” I began to blush. “Imagine my surprise when I took out those model’s panties and on the note it said enjoy.” I looked down at the floor humiliated. “I thought so little dickie has a thing for panties, so you know what I did?” she grabbed my chin in her nails forcing me to look into her eyes again. “I switched her panties for a pair of my own. All this time you’ve been sniffing my pussy nectar, you’ve been jerking off to the smell of my cunt.” She let go and looked at my crotch. “Well, there’s little snakey now.” I couldn’t believe it; my dick was at full mast.

“Ida, I…” she raised a hand and I stopped talking.

“So you know what else I did,” she smiled like a cat looking at the canary, “I put on your little model’s panties. I’ve been wearing them out in the garden all week.” She turned like a model. “So now I’d like to know if you want to do another little exchange,” she unsnapped the top button of her jeans. “Your model’s panties for mine.”

“You do have them on?” She looked at me knowingly, but I felt I had to bluff.

“Of course not. What would I be doing with panties on?”

“Okay, if that’s how you want to be. We’ll make a little bet,” she pushed her chest out. “If you aren’t wearing panties I will get on my knees and give you the best most whorish blow job you’ve ever gotten in your life. But if you are wearing my panties, well, we’ll just let things run their own course.”

“This is ridiculous,” I turned to leave, “I’ve got work to do.”

“What about wifey?” her voice rose. “You wouldn’t want me talking to her would you? I turned and she stepped towards me. “I’ve seen how many times you’ve taken the opportunity to look down my blouse. I saw how your eyes were fixed on my ass. Does wifey have anything to rival these,” she hefted her boobs in her hands. “Or this?” she turned and patted her rump. “Now, drop those goddamn shorts before I lose my temper.”

Sheepishly I reached for the top button on my shorts and undid it. “All the way, stud. In fact we’ll do it together.” We both dropped our shorts at the same time. Her laughter dug into me like a knife, tearing away my self-confidence.

“See how yours are all stretched by that little snakey,” she turned to model. “See how tight these are on me. See what I’ve put up with, these seams creeping up my ass, this crotch rubbing away at my pussy. I can’t tell you how many times I came in these tiny little things.” My eyes glued to the floor.

“It looks like you won’t be getting that blow job after all,” she laughed again and sat back in the chair her legs spread. “But maybe we can come up with something we both might enjoy.” She patted the seat between her legs. “Come over here. No, get on your knees and crawl over,” I did as she said. “Now put your nose right here. I want you to sniff my panties just like you do at home.” The aroma was overpowering as she pulled my head in. “C’mon really dig your nose in there. Maybe if you dig in there far enough you’ll catch the scent of your little model. You already know exactly Escort Pendik what my cunt smells like.” She proceeded to hump my face, using my nose like a dildo for the next hour, laughing as she used me to bring herself off.

When she finished, she told me to get out. As I was leaving I heard her say, “Be back at 9:00 tomorrow and you better be wearing my panties, panty boy.” I shut the door to gales of laughter.

The next morning brought me back to her door, wearing the panties underneath my shorts. She opened it and I walked past. “Strip.” I quickly took off my clothes as she walked up behind me. “No, not your little treasure, leave the sissy panties on.” My cock hardened as she came closer. I felt a tug on the waistband as she pulled it down under my balls, then she pulled up the sides causing them to creep up my asscrack uncomfortably, and then she tucked them in to keep them there. “Listen, Ida.” A resounding crack followed by a burning pain came to my exposed cheeks. “I believe at this stage you may refer to me as Mistress.”

“But Ida…” At this point her tits were in my side, one hand grabbing hold of my hair, the other raining blows against my backside. “I’m sorry. Mistress.” The blows ended, but not her grip of my hair.

“At this point, you only have two choices,” her lips grazed my ear. “Either you meet your wife at the door wearing your little panties and prance around so she knows she has a little sissy boy to contend with,” she licked the side of my face, “or you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do from now on.” I was frozen the choices both not being good for me. She licked my entire face like a dog, “What will it be boy?” My mind knew exactly what to do, prance in front of my wife and beg forgiveness, but my dick was as hard as it ever was, my balls practically boiling, my lips opening and closing, “Tell me what to do, mistress.”

“Get down on all fours.” The panties rubbed uncomfortably as I responded to the command. She walked right in front of me and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high heels and black stockings. “You know that Kevin is allergic to all forms of animals.” The stockings were connected by garters and a belt, across her crotch the infamous panties. “So, I have never really been allowed to have a pet.” She shucked her housecoat to the ground to reveal the she had on a corset with a push up bra, proudly displaying those magnificent orbs. “I’ve always wanted a little doggie to play with.” Also, hanging from the belt were two items: a collar and a little whip and my dick lurched at both the possibilities. I had read about such things and, yes, even masturbated to them but I never thought anything like this would happen to me.

I did the first thing I could think of and bent down and began kissing her shoe. “Get the fuck off me.” She kicked with the shoe, “Up on your knees while we transform you.” She took the collar and strapped it around my neck and my knees buckled, so strong was the effect on me. “Have we found another secret fantasy?”

“Mistress I can’t explain. This is the most erotic moment of my life.”

“I didn’t tell you you could speak.” She looked down upon me. “You’re supposed to be a dog. Now you’ve gone and ruined it, just like you ruin everything.”

“No please.”

“Shut up,” she looked a little unnerved. “I know what will shut you up.” She quickly took down the panties and I had my first glimpse of her black forest. “Since this is what got you into this,” she balled the panties up and stuffed them in my mouth. My taste buds were immediately assaulted by the combination of sweat, urine and women odor and a trail of pre-cum seeped from my penis. Ida moved up pushing my face back with her pubes and my nose was assaulted at the same time. The secretions began melting in my mouth and I choked once or twice. “Why that’s perfect,” she stepped away as if in thought. “You barked just like a puppy. I’ll be back in just a minute, don’t you dare move.”

When she came back she was carrying something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. She squatted down in front of me her tits inches from my face. “Here’s just the thing,” she tied something around the panties assuring they would stay in place. Then produced a pair of pantyhose, “These may really reek, but a puppy needs ears,” she placed the hose over my head centering the crotch at my nose. Then took the whip off her belt and I shivered with fear. I could just see her tits through the pantyhose and gawked as she took the whip handle and began licking it and sucking it. “Remember that blow job,” she got up. “Oh well,” next I felt her weight sitting on my spine. “Now if you are a bad dog,” she gave me several playful spanks on my ass. “I’ll have to punish you. But you really can’t be a doggie without a tail.” She thrust the handle up my ass, my cries garbled in the folds of her filthy panties. She played with my ass for a while, grabbing it squeezing it, then got up and leaned down next to me whispering in my ear as she secured the leash. “We’re going for walkies and if you lose your tail, I’ll use that whip.” Here I was, a grown man on all fours wearing panties tucked under my balls so my erection hangs obscenely out, pulled up my asscrack against a whip handle lodged up my ass, pantyhose over my head that hang down, a nasty pair of panties tied as a gag, a collar and a leash around my neck.

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*****

Sam and Keiko dropped their towels in a basket next to the door on their way into the house, and then made their way to the kitchen. The room was bright and spacious, done in hard woods and light-grey granite. Large windows looked out into the back with the glimmer of the pacific in the distance. Bar seating lined half of the counter under the windows, and Keiko pointed to a stool.

“Grab a fresh towel and have a seat.” She gestured to a wooden rack stacked with them. “Nudist etiquette,” she explained with a smile. “Just take your towel with you to sit on, or grab a new one when you need to.” She was unwinding tubes from some sort of machine.

Sam sat and watched for a minute then asked “Is that the pump?” The device was roughly the size and shape of a large toaster. Keiko attached the tubes to bottles with cone shaped devices on top.

“Yep,” she said, “My little friend.” She got all the parts assembled, then reached for a small jar on the counter, opened it, and dipped two fingers inside.

“What’s that?”

“Coconut oil,” she said as she began to apply it to the tip of one breast. Sam felt a stir of desire as the other woman lubricated her nipples and aureoles with the fragrant substance. “It helps the cones to form a good seal and keeps the skin soft.”

Keiko held one cone with its attached bottle to her left breast and turned on the machine. A slow, soft, rhythmic humming sound accompanied corresponding tugs on the thick, dark nipple. Keiko adjusted a setting, and the machine sped up a little, then she picked up the second cone and held it to her other breast. Only a few drops came out at first, then larger squirts. The machine sped up again, this time on its own, presumably at a pre-programmed time, and milk dribbled into the bottles at a steady pace. Sam watched in fascination as the nipples distended again and again, releasing a white stream every time.

“How much comes out?”

“I can usually get six ounces at a time. Once I did over eight. It’s been harder lately without Arden around. My production has slipped a little.”

Sam couldn’t quite make sense of that. “What difference does it make if Arden is around?”

“The pump does a good job of emptying me out, but somehow my body knows the difference between the machine and a real mouth. I always produce more if I have someone get it from the source at least once a day. Angela or Rich will do it most days, but they get busy. I could always count on Arden.”

“Oh,” was all Sam could think to say. She could feel herself getting moist at the thought of Arden sucking on those breasts every day, and imaged herself doing the same.

Keiko seemed to read her mind. “Now that you’re here, maybe you could do it for me sometimes.” There was uncertainty in her voice. “If you think you’d like that,” she added.

Sam’s mouth felt dry, but she nodded. “I think I might like that.” The pump droned on and the bottles steadily filled with milk. The sexual tension in the room had risen several notches, and Sam struggled to find something to say. “How long does it take you to finish?” She finally asked.

“About fifteen minutes, sometimes closer to twenty, depending on how my supply is that day.” As they talked, Keiko held the cones to her breasts, one in each hand, and Sam realized that the other woman really couldn’t do anything else until she was finished.

“And how often do you have to do it?”

“Every three hours during the day, plus once at midnight. Seven times total.”

Sam’s brows rose. “That is a heck of a time commitment. That’s what? Like, an hour and a half every day?”

“More like two when you figure in set-up and clean-up. But it is part of my work and I love it.” Keiko’s confidence returned as she talked about a subject she obviously felt strongly about. “There’s a Japanese word, kaizen, it means ‘continual improvement.’ It’s the idea of constantly trying to do better, every day in small but consistent ways.” Sam noticed her sit up straighter as she talked. “Every day I work to improve my cooking, to learn more about the art of cuisine. I’m also always trying to improve the quality and quantity of my milk.”

“The quality?”

“Yes. Not all breast milk is the same. Mine is sweet, right? And slightly earthy?” Sam nodded. “But it could also be bitter, sour, even soapy tasting. It could be thick and rich, or thin and watery. The flavor is strongly influenced by a woman’s diet, her health, and her personal genetics. I was lucky with the genetics, but the rest I work on every day.”

Sam was taken aback by the other woman’s dedication to something that she had been thinking of as a kink. Though, really, everything had happened so suddenly that she hadn’t had a chance to conceptualize it fully yet. She realized that, for Keiko at least, this wasn’t just a fetish. It was a lifestyle that she Maltepe Escort was seriously committed to.

The machine droned on for a few more minutes while Sam watched in thoughtful silence. Finally, Keiko leaned forward, and in an obviously practiced move, held both bottles to her chest while turning off the machine. Still leaning forward, she broke the seal on one of the cones and gently shook the last drops into the funnel. She then repeated the procedure on the other side. She held up one nearly full bottle and then the other, and smiled brightly. “Seven ounces. Not bad.”

Keiko disconnected the tubes and carefully removed the tops from the bottles. She replaced them with simple caps and placed the bottles in the refrigerator. Sam noticed that there was already a stoppered glass pitcher in the fridge that was about a third of the way filled with milk. “Making the ice cream wiped out most of my reserve, I think we’ll do Thai tea at lunch.” She closed the door and walked back to Sam. “Thanks for keeping me company while I pumped.”

“Sure, it was…” Weird, hot, fascinating? “Really cool.”

Keiko studied her face. Standing, Sam was a good four or five inches taller than the other woman, but seated on her stool, they looked eye to eye. The young Asian woman seemed to come to a decision and before Sam knew what was happening, she leaned forward and gave Sam a long, smoldering kiss. Sam was too shocked to respond at first but soon returned it with enthusiasm. She’d kissed a girl before, but this was different. She wasn’t drunk, and this wasn’t her safe, familiar best friend. This whole situation, this whole day, was so far from safe and familiar, she would need a map and compass to find it again. Yet as the dark-haired beauty tangled her fingers in Sam’s red mane, Sam couldn’t imagine wanting to get back to familiar territory. She was having too much fun. When Keiko finally straightened, Sam was breathless. She wanted more.

Keiko took a half-step back and let out a long breath. “I’ve wanted to do that all week.”

“I’m glad you finally did,” Sam said, and found that she really meant it.

“You liked it?”

Sam nodded. “I’d like it even better if you did it again.”

Keiko grinned and stepped back up to Sam. This time Sam wrapped her arms around the other woman’s slender waist and pulled her close, their breasts crushing together and her thighs pressed onto Keiko’s hips. Sam’s skin was still tacky with the heavy sunscreen, but it soon warmed between the two bodies, producing a pleasant slickness. Sam felt a delicate tongue enter her mouth and gave a quiet moan. The two women explored one another for several minutes before Keiko backed out of the embrace. Sam was practically panting with desire and only reluctantly let the other woman go.

Keiko was flushed and it took her a moment to find her voice. “Wow, now I really wish I’d done that sooner.” Then she got that thoughtful look again. “Maybe—” she began, but whatever she was about to say was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Sam panicked, adrenaline coursing through her as she jumped from her seat. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” She looked around wildly for her clothes before she remembered that they were upstairs. She snatched the towel from her chair and frantically started to wrap it around herself.

Keiko placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right,” she soothed. “It’s what we do around here. Remember?”

Sam did remember, and the panic receded a little. They were all nudists, not just Keiko, and she had decided to try being one too. Reluctantly, she let the towel drop, although she didn’t let it go.

Just then Arden breezed in. He glanced at Sam, smiled at Keiko, and headed straight for the fridge. He started rooting around for something and said over his shoulder. “Decided to take the plunge, huh? Good for you.” He found what he was looking for, a clear sports bottle filled with something blue, maybe a blueberry smoothie, and then straightened. He was wearing jams, flip-flops, and a loose tank. His hair was damp.

“How was surfing?” Keiko asked.

He shrugged as he shook the bottle, flipped the cap, and took a swig. “Not bad for this time of year. Caught a few good waves.”

“You staying for lunch?”

“Nah, just came home to have a shower, maybe catch a nap, then I’m meeting some people in the city. I should be home for dinner though.”

Keiko nodded, the fact that she was naked not seeming to faze either her or Arden in the slightest. Sam had to exert all her willpower not to pull the towel up over her chest, and her heart was hammering so loud she was sure the others would hear it.

Arden finished gulping down his drink and then rinsed the bottle and put it in the sink. He finally turned to Sam again and said, “See you at dinner?”

Sam managed a wide-eyed nod, and he said, “Cool.”

He waved at Keiko, and just like that he was gone again.

Sam waited until she Maltepe Escort Bayan could no longer hear his footsteps going up the stairs before she let out a breath and started giggling hysterically. Keiko stared for a second then joined in.

“Oh! My! God!” Sam blurted, as soon as she could catch her breath. “I just stood here, naked, while you talked to a guy.”

“I told you, it’s what we usually do around here.”

“Yeah,” said Sam, her heart rate finally starting to fall. “But when he saw me he didn’t even bat an eye.”

Keiko shrugged. “It was a little weird for me at first too, but Arden was raised a nudist. It’s normal to him.”

Sam frowned. “So he’s seen so many naked girls he doesn’t even notice?” She was a little disappointed about that. She didn’t expect him to fall down drooling or anything, but his total lack of reaction was kind of a let-down.

“Oh, he noticed,” Keiko assured her. “He’s just cool about it.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I really enjoyed spending some time with you.”

“Me too,” said Sam.

She smiled. “I hate to say it, but I do have work to do. I should get started on some things for lunch.”

“Oh,” said Sam, disappointed, then her stomach rumbled. All the excitement had burned off breakfast in a hurry.

Keiko laughed. “There’s fresh fruit on the table.”

“Do you want me to help with lunch? I don’t really have anything planned for today.”

“Thank you, but no. My kitchen. I work best alone.” She said it with a smile. Sam, hesitated, then stepped forward and leaned down to give the other woman one more kiss. Keiko returned it with passion, and soon the two of them were wrapped in each other arms.

Several dizzying minutes passed before Keiko backed up again. “Keep that up and I won’t get any lunch made.”

“I’d be okay with that.” She gave the other woman a look that said she was hungry, but not for food.

“I’ll bet you would.” Keiko replied. “But I’m not sure everyone else would be so understanding. Now shoo, so I can get some work done.”

Sam gave in reluctantly. She gave the smaller woman one last, quick kiss, grabbed her towel, and went to find some fruit.

***

Sam grabbed an orange and a banana from a bowl on the dining room table, but then wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Between the encounter with Arden and her make-out session with Keiko she was practically high on hormones and adrenaline. She finally decided to eat her fruit by the pool and try to calm down a little. So, towel in hand, she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out.

Sam sat in the shade by the bar and ate her fruit, then got into the pool. She had been nude for a couple of hours. She wasn’t sure if she could be a full time nudist, but for now she was enjoying it, especially when she was in the water. She swam a couple more laps and then drifted on her back, basking in the sun and relishing the weightless sensation. She both feared and hoped that Arden would show up again, and felt a little slutty for it. After all, she was into Keiko. That meant she should stop picturing the way his long, smooth cock looked pumping in and out of the lovely woman’s body. Right? She was back to being confused. Not to mention insanely horny and more than a little frustrated.

She grew bored with the water, too keyed up to do anything for very long. She got out, toweled off, and laid down on one of the loungers letting her skin soak up the warmth of the morning. The thought of being caught, nude, kept tightening her stomach, and she had to remind herself over and over that what she was doing was not just acceptable here, but practically expected. After soaking up the sun for maybe ten minutes, the alabaster-skinned redhead grabbed her towel and headed back inside. She’d never been one to lie out for hours at a time. She couldn’t tan anyway, so she never saw the point.

After the warmth of the California sun, the air conditioning felt frigid and goosebumps broke out on her skin. She still didn’t see anyone around so she popped her head into the kitchen from which delicious smells were emerging. Keiko was working over a cutting board chopping vegetables wearing an apron, and nothing else.

“Smells good.” Sam commented, leaning on the doorframe, but not quite entering Keiko’s domain.

Keiko smiled and said, “Thanks.” She paused, took a long swallow of water from a big bottle on the counter, and scooped the vegetables into a bowl. She moved to the refrigerator. Sam enjoyed the view as she bent to fetch something from a lower shelf. The normally demure young woman felt like a creepy guy leering at another woman’s ass, and laughed at herself for it. She was definitely in uncharted territory today.

“What are we having for lunch?”

“Honey glazed chicken with jalapeño-mint dipping sauce, stir fried vegetables, and saffron infused rice.”

Sam’s eyebrows went up, “Wow, that sounds great. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

The Escort Maltepe dark haired woman gave her a level look. “You can stop asking me silly questions and let me cook.”

Sam grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Keiko softened her look with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll forgive you this time. Just go find something to do and don’t come back until lunch. You’re too distracting, standing there like that. I’ll forget what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Sam grinned back. “Yes ma’am.”

Sam went back to her room and thought about reading a book, but ended up checking e-mail and surfing the internet. Even doing that in the buff felt a little naughty. She considered sending Beth a message, but wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell her. Definitely not about the breast milk. Beth had drunk a big glass of it straight when she had stayed for dinner, Sam remembered, but she was not about to tell her friend that. She could tell her about trying out the nudist thing and maybe even about Keiko, but not yet. She decided not to pique her very curious friend’s interest until she’d decided exactly what she was going to say.

When it got close to lunchtime Sam decided to take another shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool. Sam had a moment of hesitation before going back downstairs. Would anyone else be dressed? She didn’t think so, but was afraid that her new found body-confidence would quickly fade if Angela and Rich were back and had their clothes on. She finally decided that at worst she’d be embarrassed, and then have to come back up and dress.

Angela and Rich were coming from the direction of their bedroom when Sam came down the stairs. Her pulse raced when she saw them, and again she had to fight the urge to cover herself. But they were nude too, and that was strangely comforting. Clearly, Keiko had told them they had the green light to resume their normal lifestyle. She paused, took a deep breath, and continued towards the dining room.

Angela had been talking to Rich and didn’t spot Sam until she was about to sit down. When she did she stopped short and broke into a huge grin. “Well, I knew you were a beautiful girl when I hired you, but I had no idea.” She gave Sam a look that took in her entire body.

Sam blushed from head to toe, something that was now entirely obvious to everyone.

“Angel,” Rich scolded gently, using a pet name Sam had only heard him use once or twice, “You’re embarrassing the girl.” He turned to Sam. “Just have a seat and relax. Before you know it you won’t even remember you’re not wearing clothes.”

Sam doubted that, but she appreciated the encouraging words.

As they all sat, Angela said. “Sorry, I know how difficult it can be the first time. I’m very proud of you for being so brave. When Keiko said you had decided to join us, I was thrilled, but I’ll admit I had my doubts about whether you’d follow through. I’m so glad you did.”

Sam relaxed a little under the praise. Keiko came in with the rice and vegetables, she had shed her apron, and Sam relaxed a little more. The chicken came next, the peppers and the mint somehow making the dish taste hot and cool at the same time. And to ease the burn, they each had a glass of milky tea. There was something about being with a group of entirely naked people that made it seem more natural. Although, she couldn’t help stealing glances at Angela’s breasts. She’d seen them for most of the week through various sheer or mesh tops, and once from her window, but it wasn’t the same as staring at them from three feet away. They were modest, perhaps a B cup, but shapely, with prominent, dusky red nipples. She wondered if Angela had nursed Arden as a baby. An image came unbidden to her mind of the tall, tanned young man sucking eagerly at his mother’s bosom. Sam hastily refocused her attention on her plate and wished brain-bleach was a real thing.

When Sam had composed herself she asked about the location scouting. Rich told her about a recent rock slide into the ocean that had created some dramatic scenery. She got swept up in his enthusiasm as he described possibilities for photographing the surging waves and jagged rocks. By the end of the meal Sam hadn’t quite forgotten that she was naked, but she was feeling more at ease.

Keiko came out to clear up and let Sam help her. When they were done, Rich came to the edge of the kitchen and asked, “Keiko? Are we still on for today?”

She nodded and turned to Sam. “I need to go shopping later. Would you like to come along? I’ll be ready in about an hour.”

“Um, sure.” She was dying to know what Keiko and Rich were “on for” but it seemed awkward to ask since Keiko could have simply told her.

Keiko wiped her hand on a towel and left with Rich. Sam followed them as far as the dining room, and then watched them head for Rich’s studio, the one part of the house she still hadn’t been in. When they were gone Sam asked, “What was that about?”

Angela was still sitting at the table, sipping at a cup of coffee Keiko had given her at the end of the meal. “Keiko still models for Rich from time to time.”

Sam thought of the shoot by the pool and wondered what kind of modeling Keiko did, but before she could ask any more questions Angela said, “Did I hear that you were going shopping with Keiko this afternoon?”

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Part three – the dreaded choice

My wife and Mistress is now dressed beautifully and ready for a fancy meal and a few cocktails at a rather expensive restaurant and bar.

I met my wife in our spare bedroom where I immediately see what has been laid out on the bed. There are two outfits, one is my nicest blue suit with a new shirt and tie that my wife has obviously picked out to match her dress.

The second outfit is a classic sexy French maids uniform, complete with fishnet stockings, high heels and a little hat.

My wife can barely keep the massive grin off her face as she watches me take in the scene before me, I glance over towards the wardrobe and just in front of it is a selection of her sexy high heels. Three pairs, each as high as the last and sporting stiletto heels that would be at home on any catwalk around the world.

I’m brought out of my daze by snapping fingers in front of my face “are you listening to me sweetie?” she asks with just a touch of sternness that she is so expert at. After my mumbles yes she continues to talk “So as I was saying, this being our anniversary, you’re going to get a choice. I have had you locked up for a few weeks now and I’m sure you’re aching to get some relief and I bet you will be ready to explode seconds after I Kartal Escort let you out.” I don’t need to nod, the look of longing on my face tells her that she is right.

She moves behind me and starts to run her fingernails over my body, almost whispering

“Now, your two choices are:

Number one – you get to wear the nice suit and take me out for a beautiful dinner, although you’re still wearing your cage and I will tease you throughout, as soon as we get home it comes off and we have a weekend of hot fun as man and wife.

Number two – you get to wear the French maid outfit and I go to our nice anniversary meal with someone else. Then they get to enjoy all of the naughty things I’ve been thinking about doing, while you only get to listen, or maybe watch if you’re lucky.”

“Number one!” I practically shout in my desperation. She laughs for a good few seconds and then shakes her head as she sits down on the bed between the two outfits.

“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you slaveboy?” Of course not, of course I was going to choose number one. There had to be an element of chance involved here to make it interesting. What did she have planned?

“Ok, so I’m guessing you have seen my selection of heels over Kartal Escort Bayan there haven’t you” no response needed. “You are going to choose which pair I wear tonight, but before you jump to a snap decision let me explain something.” I look on curiously hanging on her every word.

“Three pairs of heels, three choices but the pair that you choose will not only decide what I wear, but also what you will be wearing” she indicates the two outfits. “Inside the toe of one of those heels is the key to your chastity cage, yes that’s right, the key to end all of your frustration and finally get not only the release that you so desperately crave, but also the path to a wonderful anniversary with your beautiful wife.” I nod eagerly.

“However, in the toe of the other two pairs, there is an anklet with a queen of spades charm hanging from it. You know what that means don’t you slave?” I nod but she tells me anyway “yes that’s right, if you choose one of those pairs, there will be no release for you tonight, you will get dressed up in this sissy maids outfit and you will stay here doing chores while I enjoy a wonderful night out with Brian. He will get every bit of the hot teasing wife you would have had and then I’ll bring him back here for the Escort Kartal night of his life.”

“Do you understand me slave?”

“Yes Mistress” I whimper as I realize the importance of the decision she has placed before me. She knows how unbelievably turned on I would be for her to have a night out with Brian and then have to watch or listen when they came home to enjoy each others bodies while I remained locked up in my chastity device, unable to get any relief. But she also knows that could happen any night of the year and on our special night she knows the only thing I’m craving is for us to be together.

The she-devil has me caught up in a massive dilemma, she knows how much I’ve been looking forward to our anniversary and how much she’s been teasing me, getting me to levels of horniness I didn’t know existed in preparation for tonight. But she also knows this is the pinnacle that our cuckold role-play has been leading us towards. The thought of finally giving her up to another man and on our anniversary no less, God this woman was so deliciously evil.

She giggles again as I fall to my knees and crawl towards her lineup of heels. Dreading what might be to come I select a pair of my favourites.

I hand them over to her and she teases me a little, swinging them in front of my face before turning them upside down for the item held within to drop to the floor in front of me. I close my eyes as she turns them over and I hear the soft tinkle of metal on carpet. I daren’t look down at first but then I pluck up the courage to open my eyes and see what my fate is.

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