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This is the continuation from my first story entitled My New Neighbour Wearing Angora where a man with a mohair and angora fetish fantasizes about his new neighbour. In this story his fantasies come true.

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My fascination with my neighbor who wore angora remained at the very front of my consciousness following our last meeting on her return from vacation. My suspicion that she knew what I had been doing with her angora and mohair sweaters whilst she was away on vacation played on my mind for a number of weeks.

My next meeting with her came when I went round to her house. I was having trouble completing a home project that I was working on and I knew that her husband had the necessary tool that I needed. I knocked on their front door and her husband Simon answered. I explained the situation and he invited me in whilst he went to look for the tool.

“Come in and see Susan while I look for it”, he said, and as I went into their living room to wait for him there she was sitting on the sofa knitting. There were balls of mohair yarn strewn over the sofa and the front of the tight white t-shirt that she was wearing was covered with mohair.

“Hi Nick. How lovely to see you”, she said. “You’ve come at just the right time as I need a helping hand.” With that she stood up with the knitting in her hand. “Could you just hold this up against my shoulder so that I can see whether it is going to be long enough?” She handed me what must have been a sleeve, took my hand and placed it on her shoulder. The mohair was a deep purple with flecks of red, blue and yellow throughout. The mohair was so soft in my hand and I couldn’t take my eyes off it nor the nape of her neck where the fluff nestled against it.

“Do you like the colour?” she asked. “This mohair is the finest Italian mohair and it took me ages to find some online. I love the softness of Italian mohair and it’s so fluffy. I think that the sleeve needs to be longer. I like them to be longer so that I can pull them down over my hands.” I gulped and before I could say anything her husband came into the living room and handed me the tool that I needed. I thanked him and, as I turned to say goodbye to Susan, she said “Thanks for your help Nick. Maybe next time we see each other I’ll have finished my knitting and will be wearing it.” With that she leaned towards me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She gave me a knowing smile and said “See you soon.”

I hurried home wondering how the heck she knew about me loving mohair but those concerns were short lived as I soon started to fantasize about her wearing that deep purple mohair sweater.

I work as a freelance consultant project manager in the construction industry and often have to spend short periods working away from home. Typically this is just a few nights a month but, a short while after my last visit to next door, a fantastic opportunity came along that was too hard to turn down. The financial rewards would be huge and my future career prospects would be significantly enhanced. However, it meant that I would have to be away from home Monday through Friday for approximately a year as the construction was in a city over 200 miles away. My wife wasn’t too keen on the idea initially but the thought of the financial rewards in the shape of a new car and a Caribbean holiday overcame her initial reluctance.

Within a month I had started working on the new construction site. To save on my costs I chose to rent an apartment rather than stay in hotels. This way my wife could come and stay at weekends rather than me have to travel backwards and forwards each week. The apartment that I rented was in a small block not far from my workplace, was furnished to a high specification and came with a secure entrance system. I worked long hours for the first few weeks as the project was in the initiation stage and when I came back to the apartment late in the evening totally exhausted all I wanted to do was have something to eat, have a glass or two of wine and speak to my wife on Skype. Afterwards, if I wasn’t too tired, I would shower and then wearing a fluffy mohair sweater I would lie on the bed and watch TV until I became so worked up that I had to masturbate.

Sometimes I would fall asleep wearing one of my sweaters and it felt so good to wake up in the morning feeling my body covered in soft fluffy heaven. This wasn’t something that I did at home, although I did occasionally wake up in the morning feeling really horny and quickly put a fluffy sweater on before sliding up behind my wife, put my swollen dick between the cheeks of her ass and then lean across to start massaging her gorgeous breasts. I loved it when she would roll onto her back, smile without opening her eyes, wrap her arms around me and stroke the mohair against my skin and then guide my now engorged dick into her soft, warm pussy. The harder I pounded into her the more she would rub her hands and arms all over the fluffy mohair tandoğan escort sweater that I was wearing until I exploded. I typically then rolled off her and we cuddled before going back to sleep for a little while longer. This was a heavenly way to wake up in the morning.

One evening whilst talking to my wife on Skype I noticed an email come in from an email address that I didn’t recognise. The subject line had the words ‘For Your Eyes Only…’.

Intrigued, I couldn’t wait to finish my Skype conversation and open the email. The email had no text in the body of the email but had an attachment. Normally I would have flagged the email as spam or deleted it but this time, for some unknown reason, I double clicked on the attachment to open it. The attachment was a photograph of a woman with fantastic firm tits, with pink nipples that looked like rosebuds, which were sitting on top of her crossed arms which were covered in fantastically fluffy deep purple mohair sweater. The bottom of the sweater had been pulled up above her tits and the fluffy edges rested on them.

Who the hell sent this to me, I thought to myself. I looked at the display name of the sender and it wasn’t anyone that I recognised so I clicked on the properties. It was a Gmail account but the email address was not known to me. I looked back at the photograph and whilst the tits didn’t look familiar the mohair looked like the yarn that my neighbor was knitting when I went round to her house a couple of months ago. It couldn’t be, could it? I clicked on the Reply button and typed the following:

‘Hi whoever sent me this. I don’t think I have ever seen such a sexy photo before but thanks very much for sending it as it has made my day (quite possibly my week and my year). If you

feel that you want to send me more, then please feel free.’

I pressed send and was feeling so horny that I got one of my favourite sweaters out and masturbated as hard as I could until I exploded.

For the next few days I constantly checked my email on my Smartphone to see if I had been sent any more photos. To my utter disappointment I didn’t receive anything. Every night when I got back to my apartment I would open up the photo and leave it on my laptop all evening. The thought that it could be my neighbor’s tits wearing the mohair sweater that she was knitting made me want to masturbate all night, every night. I also started to wonder whether it was her and how the heck she knew about my fetish. One evening a few days later I had just arrived back from work when I heard a ping from my laptop on the desk that indicated a new email had arrived. I was really too tired to have a look but I did anyway. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the sofa and opened the email.

The email was from the same sender as before with the same words in the subject field, but this time the email just had the following in the body:

‘Thought you may enjoy this. Xx’.

The email had an attachment like last time, so I double clicked on it to open it expecting to see another photo of her tits encased in mohair or something even better. However, what I saw was a video of me in her bedroom getting naked and putting on her green mohair sweater. It then showed me lying on her bed wearing the fluffy white angora sweater and masturbating with the green mohair sweater.

I gulped my wine and started to sweat in panic. What would my wife say if she was to see this? Or even worse, what if whoever sent this put it up on the internet for the whole world to see. I just sat on the sofa wondering what the hell I was going to do when the buzzer from the security entrance system sounded. I got up, walked to the wall where the system was and pressed the intercom. “Hello”, I said.

The muffled female voice at the other end said “I have a package for a Mr Nick which needs to be signed for.” I wasn’t expecting a delivery and particularly this late in the evening. As I was tired I couldn’t be bothered to walk downstairs to collect and sign for the package.

“Ok can you bring it up to the apartment. I’m on the top floor”. I pressed the button to allow the delivery person to come through the front door to the apartment block. I poured myself another glass of wine and as I took a large gulp there was a knock at the door. I put the glass down and went to open the door.

As I opened it my neighbor Susan was standing in the doorway. She was wearing the deep purple mohair sweater which went halfway down her thighs, black fishnet stockings and black stiletto boots that went to above the knee. Around her waist was a wide, black leather belt which made her waist look really slim and made her tits look really big inside the gorgeous sweater. The sweater had a huge turtleneck which must have been rolled three times at least. She was pulling a aircraft cabin style suitcase and had her coat and purse in the other.

“Hello Nick. I bet you weren’t expecting me to be the package were you?” With that she türbanlı escort walked past me into the apartment and looking at my glass of wine said, “Well aren’t you going to pour me a glass of wine?” I was dumbstruck but I closed the door behind her and watched her walk up to the table, just staring at her cute ass covered in the oh so fluffy mohair. “I was in the city on business so I thought that I would drop by and surprise you. From the look on your face I reckon I have definitely done that. Did you enjoy watching the video I sent?”

Without replying I poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her. “I did say that probably the next time you saw me that I would be wearing the mohair sweater that I was knitting”, she said. “Well do you love it or what? Come and feel how soft it is. I bet that you’d love to wear it wouldn’t you?”

I just stood there staring at her wearing the sweater and was lost for words. “So what did you think about the video then? I bet you’re wondering how and why and whether anyone else, other than you and I, has seen it. Well let me reassure that you and I are the only people lucky enough to see it, and that will always be the case irrespective of what happens this evening.” With that she sat down on the sofa and sipped at her wine.

“Come and sit down next to me”, she said, “and I’ll tell you how and why I made the video.”

I picked up my glass of wine, walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her. “You didn’t give me a welcome kiss when I came in,” she said and leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. The kiss was a mixture of red wine and sweet perfumed lipstick and was intoxicating. “So would you like me to start with the why or the how?” she asked. Before I could reply, she took hold of my hand and started to rub it slowly and gently over her arm.

“Let’s start with the why, shall we?” she said. I nodded in agreement but my mind was on how it would feel to stroke and knead her breasts whilst at the same roll down the neck of the sweater and start to nuzzle her neck. “I have always loved wearing soft fluffy sweaters since I was a young girl. They have always felt sensual and feminine but what I have always enjoyed most is the effect that wearing them has had on certain boys and men. I learned early on that that those boys that I dated when I was in my teens couldn’t keep their hands off my breasts when I was wearing one. Even though it wasn’t fashionable to wear angora or mohair sweaters when I went to university I continued to wear them at times. I received a lot of positive comments but, disappointingly, never dated anyone who was as keen as the boys in my teens who couldn’t keep their hands off me and my sweaters.”

“After I graduated and started working, I occasionally wore an angora sweater to work and could see that most men and, interestingly some women, gave me admiring looks. I do remember one colleague in particular using every opportunity he could to corner me in the small kitchen at work and brush his hands lightly over my back and arms. Unfortunately for him, and for me, he wasn’t my type so we never dated and he never got an opportunity to get his hands on me and my sweaters. When I met Simon and started dating him, I was convinced that he loved me wearing my angora sweaters but whilst he said that I looked sexy in them he never seemed to have the passion for them. Mind you he has a passion for other things, but that is a story for another day. I have tried getting Simon interested in wearing my mohair sweaters while I wear an angora one but he is not interested. As the years have gone on I have started to fantasize more and more about finding a man who had the same passion and love of angora and mohair or anything fluffy.”

I sat there entranced with what she was saying and was having real trouble not jumping on her and ravishing her. She was still holding my hand and rubbing it slowly over her arm that was encased in the purple mohair. With her other hand she was stroking the hem of the sweater, holding it between her index finger and thumb. As she continued to speak she was looking into my eyes.

“When we moved next door to you I have to admit that I found you rather handsome and when I caught you staring at me at one party I wondered whether it was that you fancied me because I was wearing such a short skirt and fishnets. I was rather flattered and planned to see how you would react if I was to wear a short skirt, fishnets and one of my fluffiest angora sweaters. When you put your hand on my shoulder at that party I could feel you caressing my angora and your reaction was more than I could have possibly dreamed of. I was then convinced that you had a passion for fluffy sweaters. I needed to find a way of definitely proving whether you had the passion or not and I used to lay awake at night thinking of ways to do that. However, you did that for me when we went on vacation”.

She laughed and gave me another gentle kiss. “Now I suppose you want to know how I videoed you wearing my sweaters you kinky boy?”

“We installed a security system in the house when we moved in and I had the installation guys install one in the bedroom as that is where I keep all of the expensive jewellery that Simon has bought me over the years. Simon is not very technical and so I installed an app on my phone that allows me to monitor the house when we are at work or away on vacation. The system can be set alert me and then to start recording when it detects motion in a room but, as you and Julia were coming in and out of the house to feed the cats while we were on vacation, I only enabled it for the upstairs. I got an alert on my phone when you went upstairs into my bedroom and I immediately checked what had triggered it.”

“You can’t imagine my surprise and obvious delight when I saw what you were doing. I wondered whether you would use the opportunity to look for my sweaters and I left my favourite green mohair sweater on the bed as bait to lead you to looking for my other sweaters. I suspected that you would take the bait but I never dreamed that you would wear my fluffy sweaters and then masturbate on my bed. It was so thrilling to see you enjoying all of my favourites and I was so happy that you appeared to enjoy wearing them as much as I do. You definitely have a fetish for anything fluffy don’t you Nick? Have you done anything like that before?”

“Not in somebody’s home,” I replied, “Although there have been a couple of occasions at work. I used to go into the office at the weekend to catch up on work as it was quiet and I never got disturbed by the phone or people coming in to talk to me. There was a young woman who used to wear fluffy sweaters to work and I remember going into the office one Sunday and noticed that she had left the mohair sweater that she had been wearing on Friday on the back of her chair. I couldn’t resist going to her chair and just stroking it. I couldn’t concentrate on my work that I was supposed to be doing as I kept thinking of her wearing that sweater. In the end I walked to her chair, picked up the sweater and hurried to the bathroom where I shut myself in a cubicle, stripped off and put the sweater on. I can remember the smell of her perfume and how soft and fluffy it was. I quickly masturbated and then returned the sweater to her chair before going back to my office. On another occasion she left a mohair cardigan on her chair over the weekend and I did the same thing.”

“Do you like the smell of my perfume on this sweater, Nick?” she asked.

I leaned into her neck and nuzzled the soft mohair. “Of course I do”, I replied and then rolled the turtleneck down and started to kiss her lightly on the neck. The smell of her perfume and the soft mohair tickling the underside of my chin was so exhilarating.

“Well smell this then”, she said. With that she held her arm up and placed the sleeve up to my nostrils. “What do you think this smells of?” I moved my nose lightly over the fluffy mohair and breathed in deeply. It was the smell of her pussy juices. I was about to say that but she beat me to it by saying “Yes, it is the smell of the juices from my pussy as I rubbed it over my clit to make myself come last night in bed. Do you know why I masturbated last night? It was because I was thinking about what I hoped would happen tonight when I came here.”

With that she put both arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me. It was a deep , passionate and opened mouth kiss and our tongues met which appeared to send tingles of expectancy in both of us. Whilst I had had fantasies of her wearing fluffy mohair sweaters and me being able to stroke them, I never ever imagined being in this position with her kissing me passionately and wanting me as much as I wanted her. As she broke off the kiss she asked where the bedroom was and I pointed to it. She unbuckled the belt around her waist and seductively removed the mohair sweater and dropped it over my head.

“Why don’t you put this on and then give me five minutes to freshen up”, she said. “I will shout when I am ready. Don’t get too excited and waste all of your energy wanking while you wait for me”.

She was wearing a very lacy basque along with the black fishnet stockings and stiletto boots and looked drop dead gorgeous in just that. She turned, picked up the aircraft cabin style suitcase that she had brought with her, and walked sexily towards the bedroom. As she closed the door behind I quickly stripped, pulled the sweater over my head, rolled down the turtleneck and bathed in the softness of it. It was sensational and the smells of her perfume and pussy juice were truly intoxicating. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.

The minutes waiting for her seemed like hours but I used the time to stroke the sweater and enjoy the feel of it against my skin. My dick was throbbing like crazy as I rubbed the bottom of the sweater over it and small amounts of precum started to make it wet. As I wondered what she was doing in the bedroom I heard her shout that she was ready and that I should come in. My heart was beating so fast that I was worried whether I was going to have a coronary but my throbbing dick led me quickly to the bedroom door and I opened it.

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Chapter 01—Karen’s Humiliation

All characters are 18 or over but those offended by bathroom scenes should not proceed further.

For Jen and Megs

*

Mrs. Kay Andrews had had it up to here with her blonde older daughter, Karen, who was now 21. The girl was perpetually petulant and because she was quite attractive, tended to lord it over her plainer younger dark-haired sister, Andrea, three years younger at 18. Karen treated Andrea like dirt. And Kay was tired of seeing it happen so she decided to act.

Coming down the hall, she heard a shout and saw Karen slap Andrea on the side of the head.

“And what was the meaning of that, young lady?” Kay snapped, staring at Karen, who was surprised that her mother had seen her actually hit the younger girl.

“She just keeps bugging me,” Karen said with a sneer. “She has no life so she constantly is trying to horn in on mine.”

“Well, I’m tired of your treating her so nastily,” Kay responded, much to Karen’s annoyance. “And I intend to do something about it. Both of you—I want to see you in my bedroom, right now.”

She pointed the way to her spacious bedroom, where both girls were all too aware that they traditionally were sent to be disciplined.

Kay sat at her vanity table with her wooden hairbrush in hand.

“I’m going to try a new approach,” she said, and looking straight at Karen, she went on, “And I know you will not like it at all but that’s just too bad. You’ve been asking for this for quite some time.”

Karen shivered as she never felt good in her mother’s bedroom, knowing how often her panties had been taken down here for a spanking as she grew up. But now she was 21 and about to become independent. Those days, she thought, were long gone.

“Because you cannot seem to learn to treat your sister the way you would want to be treated,” Kay said to Karen sternly, “I’m putting her in charge of you. She will now be able to discipline you when you insult her or otherwise misbehave. And we will start now. Andrea, sit down here and Karen will lift her skirt, pull down her panties and get over your lap for a well-deserved spanking.”

Andrea, previously forlorn, now had a wide grin on her face. She responded to the invitation with alacrity and sat on the chair, tapping her lap much as an experienced spanker might.

“You can’t do this!” Karen almost screamed. “Mom, this is cruel and I’ll be the laughing-stock of my crowd!”

“You may well be because this is going to happen,” Kay responded calmly. “Now get across her lap for your spanking.”

With an air of great reluctance, Karen lifted her flannel skirt above her waist and slowly lowered her stylish pale blue hicut panties, complying with her mother’s directions and feeling distinctly silly placed across her younger sister’s lap. But now Andrea had her mother’s hairbrush in hand and Karen knew that that was not something to be taken lightly, especially when the younger girl started swatting what to Karen seemed like her all-too-big bottom with the nasty brush.

Karen suddenly realized that she now was going to embarrass herself severely if not totally disgrace herself. She felt increasing pressure inside her bowels to release something and she only hoped it was just gas. As embarrassing as it would be to fart right into Andrea’s face when her mother was there, she realized how totally humiliating it would be if what emerged was not just gas but the contents of her rectum.

“Brrrrrrrrruppppppp,” came the sound from Karen’s uncovered anal opening and Andrea burst into laughter. “Oh, Mommy,” she exclaimed, “did you hear that huge fart Karen just made? I can’t wait to let all my friends know what she did while I was spanking her.”

Karen’s face reddened and she quietly apologized to her mother for her gaseous interruption.

“You’d better apologize to Andrea as she is now in charge of your disciplining, Karen,” her mother responded coolly.

“I’m sorry for…that,” Karen said rather blankly ulus escort to Andrea, who was eating all of this up.

“You’d better check her bottom to make sure she doesn’t need to go right away,” Kay advised Andrea as Karen’s face grew red, now with fear that her sister’s finger would feel the contents of a bowel movement that Karen was sure was close to becoming critical.

That was all Andrea needed to plunge her index finger into Karen’s pretty anus in the crack of her lovely rear end.

“Oh, Mommy,” Andrea exclaimed. “She’s got…doody in there, for real, big time.”

Karen cringed as her most private bodily function was being discussed and she couldn’t do anything because of the terrible punishment her mother had visited upon her in giving Andrea authority over her.

“Well,” Kay said with a grin that froze Karen’s senses, “we’d better get her on the toilet now before she has an accident on your lap, Andrea.” With that, Kay took Karen by the ear and escorted the older girl to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet like she was a small child.

“Now do your business, Karen,” Kay commanded, and soon, after a series of embarrassing bowel sounds, Karen felt a large log slide out of her anus.

“If you are finished, Karen, stand up,” Kay directed. “Now Andrea, you will always inspect the contents of the bowl before permitting her to flush and note down in the Behavior Book exactly what she did and when.”

“You may wipe yourself,” Kay said, rather offhandedly to Karen, whose face was still totally crimson.

“If you find she is being balky or in any way resistant to your authority,” Kay added, with a grin, “you may have her lie underneath you when you squat over her and release whatever you wish to, then have her lick you clean, inside and out.”

“Lastly, Andrea, I want you to inspect her panties often and without advance notice,” Kay said. “If she is responding to this by creaming them, she will be setting herself up for further punishment. It will also be up to you whether Karen is permitted to go out on dates. Generally, she should be permitted to have a social life, but you may set a curfew, or an early bedtime, or decide whether she should be allowed to have sex with a date.”

“It should be standard for you to subject her to what I call a full-pussy inspection after a date to see if she has been fucking,” Kay stated rather bluntly. “You should have her hold her labia well part so you can carefully inspect her whole vulval area. This of course also applies to her anal area.”

***

Karen’s life soon became awful every day before she left for work and when she returned. The little brat Andrea was on her case all the time, making her expose herself so that her annoying sister could inspect her panty crotch. Andrea also started making remarks about Karen’s most intimate areas, telling her older sister that if she misbehaved, her “landing strip” of carefully trimmed hair on her mons veneris might be shaved.

The spankings increased until Karen’s poor bottom was red most of the time. Andrea was not at all reluctant to introduce new humiliations: now after each spanking Karen had to crawl between her seated sister’s legs and kiss Andrea on her lower lips. Andrea did not yet shave or trim at all down there, so Karen always emerged with a mess of hair and her face smeared with Andrea’s profuse secretions.

This Friday night, Karen had won approval to go out on a date with one of her favorite boyfriends, Dale. But late in the afternoon, after she came home to get ready, Andrea announced another panty inspection and smiled as she noted a slight yellow stain where Karen had allowed a smidge of urine to show on her now-mandated white panties.

“You’re getting too old for stained panties,” Andrea remarked superciliously. “I think that girls who stain their panties are not ready to go out on dates, so you will be staying in tonight. You’d better call that cute Dale and tell him that you’re not able yenimahalle escort to go out tonight. Otherwise when he arrives, I will inform him that I have had to punish my naughty older sister,” Andrea went on, as Karen steamed.

“You are such an awful bitch,” Karen sputtered, in her furor.

“That will cost you, big sister,” Andrea grinned. “Just for that nasty little crack, you will have an early bedtime, five o’clock,” she pronounced. “Unless you want to take a hairbrushing too, if you aren’t in your jammies right at 5,” she added.

Now Karen thought her humiliation was complete. An early bedtime on a night when she had expected to escape from this horrible regime for a few hours and even to enjoy some sex with her favorite guy! It would have been bad enough to have had to lower her panties to have Andrea comment on her cream-filled pussy when she returned from the date by the curfew her bossy sister had set.

Karen quietly said she would call her date and then dialed on her cellphone. She got an answering message and left as nice a one as she could saying that an emergency had come up and she was awfully sorry she couldn’t see Dale that evening. Now she began to worry that he might not get the message in time and show up to see her humiliated all the more.

Indeed, that was exactly what happened about three hours later. Karen had been ceremoniously been put to bed by Andrea and told she would be severely punished if she were found out of bed or with the light on. At about 7:30 the doorbell rang and Dale appeared.

Karen could hear the conversation from her room. Andrea very calmly said to Dale that Karen had left him a message that she could not go out tonight.

Dale looked confused.

Andrea smiled at him and said, “My older sister was naughty today so she has been made to go to bed early without her supper.”

Dale now seemed amused and amazed. This family was quite something, he thought, if a 21-year-old woman was subjected to such juvenile punishments.

“Well,” he said, thinking he might as well try something in this situation, “could it be that you are free?”

Andrea, whose social life had not been all she had hoped for, leaped with joy and said she would be delighted to go out with Dale.

“There’s no time like the present then, Andrea,” Dale responded with alacrity. “Let’s get going.”

Karen heard all of this from her bed and was distraught. She also was totally envious that her sister was very likely to have the enjoyable sex that evening that Karen had been anticipating with increasing excitement.

***

Andrea had been wearing a fairly plain tweed skirt and cream blouse when she was escorted from the Andrews home by a now-energized Dale. She enjoyed the evening, which was mainly spent at a local hangout frequented by a crowd slightly older and mostly above the drinking age. She couldn’t drink, although Dale made sure that one of the other older girls gave her some of their seven-and-sevens.

When one of the girls asked about her sister, a contemporary, Andrea realized she had better be a bit discreet and told her that Karen was not feeling well, grinning enough to convey the idea that Karen was having her period. She knew that that was not true, but also felt it would embarrass Karen all the more for such an intimate bit of knowledge to be made known to friends.

They ended up at Dale’s apartment, and Andrea was starting to feel the effect of the rye. She had not had much sex yet, even at 18, but she enjoyed Dale’s attentions and his compliments that she was clearly a hot little number.

They necked on his couch as the TV blared, and Dale enjoyed slowly easing her out of her blouse and skirt and shoes. She gigglingly asked if he was going to shed any clothes so he unzipped his trousers, let them drop and unbuttoned his nice crisp dress shirt.

“Oh you have such a nice chest,” she said as she stroked him over his tee shirt.

Dale laughed tunalı escort and responded by unhooking Andrea’s bra and releasing her reasonably-sized 32C breasts. “Yours isn’t too bad either,” he riposted with a wide smile.

He nestled between his date’s boobs and fondled them and then softly took them in his mouth and licked as her nipples stiffened and she felt herself getting engorged down in her panties.

After they made out for some time and Dale’s clever fingers had poked under the waistband of her panties to invade her creamy pussy, poking into her still-tight vaginal vault, he lightly lifted her and carried her to his commodious bed.

Andrea was indeed ready and proceeded to slip down her little panties. She had not had a chance to prepare so they were not very sexy, she thought, but all the better since Dale clearly liked what he saw, to judge from the firm erection she now viewed as he pulled off his boxers and let his tee short come over his head and off.

“You’re a big boy,” Andrea gasped, at the sight of his 9-inch cock.

“All the better to please you, my dear,” Dale cracked, showing the experience he had had with the fairer sex.

Andrea was a bit frightened by his size but really longed to be fucked, as she had not been used to boys paying too much attention to her plain appearance. Dale counted himself lucky in that he liked her pleasantly-sized tits, playing with them all along, and saw that she would likely have a nice tight puss for him to enjoy.

His sweet demeanor calmed her and she lay back, opening her legs as he crawled between them to give her some pussy licking. This too she had not expected but enjoyed immensely and came rather loudly very quickly after his tongue began teasing her aroused clit.

She was surprised when suddenly she felt his prick already inside her and her inner vaginal muscles began vibrating and responding to his thrusts, which were remarkably gentle, she felt.

Dale was experienced enough to take his time but realized she was inexperienced and could get sore rapidly so he increased the tempo of his lovemaking so that soon he exploded inside her. Andrea was excited and creamed aplenty even though the first cum from his pussy-licking was clearly the most enjoyable.

Now she felt a bit embarrassed that she had taken Karen’s date, even though she was still revelling in the authority her mother had given her over her elder sister. She also realized that Dale had been interested in her mainly as a one-night fuck and when she forced herself to admit that that was what she wanted too, despite her underlying desire for a real relationship, she did let herself enjoy everything that had happened.

Finally it was time for Dale to take her home and give her that sweet kiss in the car before walking her to the house.

After she came in, she was only slightly taken aback to find her mother sitting in the living room at this late hour. She quietly asked her if everything was all right.

“You have let me down, Andrea,” Kay said grimly. “I did not give you the extraordinary authority over your older sister for you to steal her date. Get over here right now and lift your skirt so I may lower your panties for a well-deserved spanking.”

Andrea knew better than to argue with her very assured mother. She realized she had blown it. Now she would be back at Karen’s mercy in that without authority from Mom, the blonde older sister would be able to keep her at bay.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I screwed up,” Andrea said, without any defensiveness.

“Yes, you did,” Kay answered, “and I hope you understand that I gave you a lot of authority which you have proven yourself unready to exercise with responsibility.”

She then proceeded to pull down her younger daughter’s panties and smelled the unmistakable odor of sex, as well as observing the major stains in Andrea’s panty crotch along with the cum still dripping from her pussy lips.

“I had a feeling you would also end up screwing him,” Kay commented, “and I’m sorry to say that you proved me right.”

She patted her skirt and Andrea knew it was time to get across the maternal lap for what she had coming. The spanks began and the noise did awaken Karen, who heard what was happening and hoped that this might bode the end of her ignominious subjection to her sister’s whims.

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I’m standing in front of her naked and sobbing. I’m crying uncontrollably, shaking, my eyes burn with tears that cover my face, drip to the floor. My hands at my sides, the backs of my cheeks and legs are covered with deep red welts.

She stares at me.

She’s dressed as she was in the basement, dressed as she was when she came home and ordered me to my punishment room. She’s wearing a just-below-the-knee dark gray tight pencil skirt, lighter grey soft turtle neck sweater and wide black leather belt. Her legs are crossed with her hands folded in her lap. Her spike heel knee-length boots make her look sexy and menacing. Her look is stern, says nothing to me just watches me cry. She sits like that for what seems like forever.

“We both know this is what you need, don’t we.”

She makes it a statement, not a question.

“Yes, Mama, yes…”, I stammer, choked words between the sobs and tears.

“Good.”

She says that as she leans forward. I feel her take my penis in her hand tightly, feel her turn me roughly to position my rear for view. I bend slightly forward, leaning at the waist, shaking and sobbing. She releases my penis, feel her hand run over my right cheek.

“Today was your first serious lesson. This is the least you can expect if you disappoint your mother. It’s what you expect if you are a bad boy.”

She sits back in her chair. She looks at the raised welts on my cheeks and legs.

“That will take a while to fade. Hopefully you will not need another whipping between now and the time Allan wants to see you again. I think my point has been made, don’t you, baby?”

“Yesssss, Mama, yesss, I won’t disappoint you again, I won’t…”

She sits and listens to my apology.

“I meant it when I said it. I want my house cleaned to my specifications. I want my house cleaned perfectly. That is not asking too much. I expect that from my son. I let you in here twice a week to clean, find any imperfections and this will be the minimum that happens to you. You do understand that, right?”

“Yes, Mama, I do.”

I start to calm myself a bit, sobbing still.

“You know I couldn’t discipline you like that when you were a little boy, would have been abusive. But now that you are grown young man I can. You didn’t know your dear mother had it in her did you.”

She laughs loudly, doesn’t wait for an answer. She stands.

I feel her turn me toward her, feel her take me in her arms. I feel her breasts against me, her hand on my back, her other hand on my face.

“And I know you didn’t know about your dear mother’s special room in the basement, did you. I have had a few others down there but none that move me as much as my own son does. I liked that. You made me wet. You make me wetter than when I take my friend Doris down there.”

I feel her hand move to my naked rus escort penis, feel her start to masturbate me, pump my through her soft hand.

“Does it please you that you made me wet? I can cum like that you know, beating you like that. My dear friend Doris needs the same thing you do, baby. But she gets to sleep with me after I take her down to the basement. You won’t be able to do that. That wouldn’t be right. I’m your mother.”

Her hand brings me to erection. I feel her finger on the wet spot on the end of my erection.

“Ooooo, cute little hard on for your dirty minded old mother. Our secret, baby. Our secret.”

I cry out slightly, whimper as her hand grips my cheek tightly and holds me in place while her other hand runs over the head of my penis.

“My friend that took you away for a couple of days, Allan, did you like him? He loved you.”

“He was very rough with me. I don’t like being slapped.”

“That’s not what I asked you. We had a nice talk about you. He told me that not only does he enjoy your rear end, said you were the best fuck he’s had in a long time, said you truly are an addictive little cock sucker. He said that you do it like your life depends on it.”

She laughs. Her finger runs up and into the hole of my erection, feel her hold it in place and straight up just below the head with her thumb and middle finger, her index finger pushed into the hole rubbing back and forth over my pre-cum.

“He told me that he had to slap you to get your attention, told me that until he did that you were not focused on what it was that you were there to do for him. Said you were a scared little rabbit from the moment he led you out of my house all the way in the car ride to his house. And he apologized to me, told me it was necessary. He’s a gentleman and a dear friend of mine. I knew he wouldn’t hurt you, you whining cry baby. That’s beside the point. He likes you, wants to see you again. He went on and on about your pink outfit and the sexy noises he said you make when being fucked. He said he has a friend that would like to meet you too. You’ll do that. I told him you would.”

She pulls away from me slightly.

“Don’t get any of your mess on my skirt! You want me to take you back to the basement???”

I feel her hand stop, feel her just hold my penis in place.

“No, Mama, please…no, I’m sorry.”

I feel her hand start to play with the head of my penis again. Her other hand moves to the base of my penis and holds it tightly, straight up in front of me bringing me to my toes.

I think of her an hour ago, me on my hands and knees, wrists and ankles cuffed together, butt up high, neck collared to a ring in the floor, face pushed to the cold tile. Dragged by my ear from her kitchen to the basement, I think of her whipping sincan escort me fast, full force and non-stop across my exposed cheeks and the backs for my legs with a thin cane. Every now and then bringing it up between the cheeks of my spread rear end as I screamed loud and uncontrollably, she ignored it all. When she finished I was hysterical. My begging and screaming fell on her deaf ears. As quickly as she restrained me she released me and led me upstairs by the ear.

“I feel that little thing throb, boy. I know what you want me to let you do. Not yet. Don’t you dare make your little mess yet.”

She took her hand off of me and moved away back toward the chair. She slipped her skirt up matter of factly over her hips. She was facing me, could see the huge wet spot on her white panties. Just as matter of factly she slipped them down over her boots and tossed them to the side of her chair. She sat.

She looked up at me and smiled. She put her legs one at a time over the arms of the chair, her pussy wet and exposed positioned on the leather cushion. She was beautiful.

“Go down on me. Make me cum. Come on, baby. Be a good boy for your mother.”

She stared up at me.

I did as she told me to do. I knelt in front of her and started to lick her, full strokes up between the lips of her pussy, up over her clit.

“Good boy, you just keep doing that. This is something very special just between you and your mother, just the two of us. You get whipped brutally for being the bad boy we both know you are, you get to make me wet and you get to do this to your mother as a reward. I want you to make that connection. I want you to dream about this, baby. I want you to call and beg for whippings, knowing you might get to do this after.”

She laughed little girl like, squirmed in her chair, started to breath heavily. I felt her hand go the back of my head, one leg moved up over my shoulder. I felt her take my hair, pull my head up and move my eyes up facing her.

“You’ll do that, right, oooooo, right?”

“Yes, Mama, yes.”

My lips and chin covered with her wetness, she pushed my head back down and face onto her.

“You just concentrate now on being a good boy and make your dear old mother happy, real happy.”

She leaned back into her chair, could feel her push her pussy up against my mouth as I started to fuck her with my tongue. I felt her start to concentrate on cumming, felt her concentrate on using me.

The only sounds in the room were her moaning and loud screams every time she came. When she came for the third time she pushed my head away.

“Gooooood boy, good, good, good boy!”

She slipped her legs back off the arms of the chair, the seat of it soaked with her.

“I’m a mess.”

She stood up.

She held sıhhiye escort her skirt up over her so as not to get any of it on her. She bent forward and took her panties off the floor, wiping her pussy and back between her legs with them. She looked down at the chair.

She giggled girlishly, smiled at me.

“I want you to kiss that. Lick and kiss it while I go freshen up. You know you want to, you little pervert. And it would please and amuse me to think about that later. You want to please me, I know you do.”

I did as she said, her heels clicking as she left the living room. My face to the chair seat, her scent all over it, tasting her, both front and back as I ran my tongue over the leather cushion.

I heard her as she came back down the hallway and into the room.

“Now that’s a picture. My loving son, rear end bright red and striped, licking the seat of my chair. That is the perfect image of a loving son. I have to have a picture of this, don’t you stop.”

She hurried to get her cell phone and returned quickly.

“Push your butt out and up, want to see that little penis of yours pointing down toward the floor. Yesss, that’s it, stay like that.”

She took several pictures.

“This is precious, baby, precious. My loving son. Reach back and spread your ass. Allan is going to love this.”

I felt my cheeks burn, throb as I cupped them with my hands and pulled my rear wide apart for her.

“Good, very good. My girlfriend Doris will come to appreciate all of this too, may take her some time to get used to a sissy man around the house. But she will. I’ll see to that.”

She took more pictures as she talked. She was talking to herself, not me. She looked at them, panned through them on her phone as she chatted on.

“Delicious. You are the best son a mother could hope for. Naughty and nice.”

She laughed, walked to me. I felt her hand pet the back of my head.

“It’s time for you to finish your chores. I have to leave. And remember, it was the kitchen floor, it’s what got you the trip to the basement. I expect it to shine. Every floor in my home should be clean enough for you to eat off of, honey. Think of it like that and it won’t be problem going forward.”

She moved toward the hall.

“And I know you didn’t get to come for me, don’t think I don’t care about that. You will. You know I like to make you happy like that. But I have to leave, meeting Doris downtown for lunch. She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to be one of your rewards, baby boy. That old lesbian is going to be a good little cocksucker just like you.”

She laughed as she said that, went to the door leading to the garage and her car in it.

“I’ll call you later this evening. You be home and waiting by the phone. Love you, baby, mother loves you very much.”

She left the house as I stood, looked down at the stained leather chair cushion. I hurried to gather the cleaning supplies to finish cleaning her house. I started with the chair. I thought to myself how very bad I wanted to it perfectly for her. I thought how very much I wanted to please her, how very badly I wanted to please my mother.

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Gerry was visiting Lovakistan with his young mother Trisha. Gerry had just graduated high school, and since he wasn’t accepted to any colleges, his mom decided to help his bruised feelings by taking him on a backpacking trip in a foreign land. Unfortunately, neither the lackluster Gerry nor his single-mom Trisha had enough money to take them to a beautiful city like Dubai or Paris, so they were stuck in more obscure exotic countries like Lovakistan.

When the plane landed, both Gerry and his mom felt a strong wave of culture shock. All the women there were covered in dark robes from head to toe, with barely a slit for the eyes. The website Trisha had researched had said that foreigners were not expected to obey all the local customs, but as they walked through the terminal they realized there were only locals there.

Gerry looked at his mom and felt the rough scrape of embarrassment. His buxom mom was dressed in a v-neck t-shirt with prominent cleavage. Next to the local women, her tits were attracting a lot of attention.

Gerry’s mom was very dedicated to fitness and spent a lot of time at the gym. This gave her a very slim physique that hid her age very well. Guys who saw her with her son often assumed they were brother and sister. They never said boyfriend and girlfriend, only because Gerry was so obviously unfit to date someone as hot as his busty slim mother.

They loaded their bags into a dingy car that took them through the city to their hostel.

“You Americans?” asked the cabbie in thick accented English.

“Yes,” Trisha answered.

“I see,” he said, “What brings you here?”

“Vacation,” she said.

The cabbie laughed.

“Vacation? Only dumb Americans would choose a shithole like this for vacation.”

They rode in silence for the rest of the ride.

Their hostel was a dirty two -story building. The cabbie practically threw their bags onto the street.

“You Americans,” he said hastily, “Dumb Americans choose worst part of town for rooming.” And he sped away.

They carried their bags up the stairs and towards the bedroom. They opened the door and found another surprise waiting for them.

In the room were not two beds, but ten beds crammed so closely together you would be practically sleeping on top of each other.

Two shirtless men reclined in the corner beds. They were smoking cigarettes and reading newspapers, but looked up at the pair of Americans when they walked in.

“No women,” one shouted in broken English, “You must leave now.”

“No women?” Trisha asked worriedly, “But the website said-“

“Fuck website,” he responded, “This is men’s only dorm.”

“Except for the whores,” the other said, smarmily, “We allow whores to come in. Are you a whore?”

Trisha was at a loss for words.

Gerry and Trisha marched down the stairs and went to the manager’s office. He was a pudgy balding man smoking a cigar behind a large desk.

“Sir,” Trisha began, “Are there any other rooms for us to stay in? Two men upstairs were very rude to us.”

The hostel bureaucrat laughed at her face.

“Other rooms? This is not the royal palace. There is the room, and the room I sleep in.”

“Well is there any way we can stay in that room?”

The man looked at Trisha’s exposed body with his leering eyes.

“You want to stay with me? I would not keep a big breasted whore like you from my bed.”

Trisha’s body squirmed in discomfort as the manager ogled her chest.

“Come lean a little closer,” he implored with wet lips. Trisha’s face tightened in fear as she vaulted her chest over the desk towards the man.

“Mmm, yes, very nice,” he said, peeking his eyes down the neck of her shirt. He lifted her breasts with his grubby hands, appreciating their weight.

“Your mother is classic American whore,” he said to Gerry, juggling her tits in his hands, “Great American tits.”

Smug and satisfied, he reclined back in his seat and told them they could stay.

Disgusted and defeated, Trisha and Gerry climbed back up the stairs and set their bags on the two beds in the opposite corners.

“American whore returns,” said the smarmy man, “How nice for us.”

Gerry and his mom left and went sightseeing, checking out the ancient historical sites the city hosted.

Late that night, they returned to the hostel to find the room empty. Pleased, they each undressed carefully and took the two beds in the farthest corners.

Gerry’s mom didn’t bother wearing too much to bed. She had on a thin white shirt that covered her tits but showed off her tan mamak escort midriff. She did a few crunches in her bed to stay in shape before turning off the lights.

Gerry and his mom were awoken late that night when the bright lights of the room blared on.

Nine big shirtless local men entered the room, chattering in a foreign language. They were boisterous and loud, and instinctively Trisha sat up in bed to see what was going on.

“American whore!” shouted one familiar man, “You did not leave after all.”

The gang of men sat down on the bed right beside her.

“She’s got a great body,” one of them said, “And very clear skin.”

“Hey man, are you sharing her? How much for her?”

“What? She’s not for sale,” Gerry said, disgusted.

“Come on,” one said, and fished out some bills from his pocket. “Just let me use the mouth of this American whore.”

“She’s not a whore,” Gerry cried defensively, “She’s my mother!”

The man looked puzzled, and muttered the word aloud.

“Mother,” he said, followed by the translated word when he realized what it meant.

“Oh mother! Haha, American boy is whore’s son!”

With that, they all burst into laughter. All respect they had for Gerry was lost when they learned this was not his whore, but his own beloved mom.

One of them said something in their language, and they all laughed. The conversation slipped away from Gerry and his mom as the men settled in on their beds.

“One bed too few,” one of them finally said, counting the guests in the room.

“Don’t worry,” one said, sitting down on the comforter next to Gerry’s mom, “I’ll sleep with her.”

He slipped his legs underneath the covers and crept his body up against Trisha’s.

“Excuse me,” Gerry cried as the man began to nuzzle his mother’s neck, “Please!”

“Alight, alright,” he said, and stood up from the bed, “It was joke.”

Two of the strangers took a bed and they turned off the lights. Gerry and his mom fell back to their sleep.

The next morning, Trisha woke up before the group and snuck out to get breakfast for her and her sleeping son. Once she left, the sun rose and shone brightly through the window, waking up the crowd.

Everyone awoke and began chattering in the language Gerry didn’t speak. They marched away to the showers, and Gerry joined them.

Arriving there, Gerry learned that the washroom provided no privacy. The toilets, showers, and sinks all stood in one perfectly open room, everyone exposed together.

The men took no worries shedding off their clothes and tossing them away. Their lanky dark skinned bodies looked different to Gerry, who was pudgy from his McDonalds diet and lack of exercise. They also had hairy dark cocks that swung prominently between their legs.

No one seemed ashamed of their cocks or their nudity. Why should they be? thought Gerry, who tried not to stare. Their hairy, uncircumcised dicks were all long and distinctive, unlikely Gerry’s own meager package. They unabashedly scratched and stroked their cocks, cleaning them with soap and squeezing out drops of piss into the toilet.

“You faggot?” asked one of the men to Gerry, catching him staring. The man had clearly the most impressive package, a long thick cock that was spewing murky piss into the toilet.

He grinned confidently at the American, who shied away from the conformation.

“Come here, faggot American, and drink some of this.” He sprayed more piss into the porcelain bowl.

He laughed as Gerry hid away, disgusted.

When the men were washed, they dressed and filed out of the building. A couple minutes later, Gerry’s mom returned with bread and coffee.

Gerry and his mom took a walk through one of the most crowded parts of the city. Since they had seen most of the sights yesterday, today they were more aimless.

As they walked through the busy market place, many men were staring at Trisha. She seemed more interested in the culture and wares people were selling, but Gerry noticed everything. The men pointing and staring. The whispered curses under their breath. Men who walked by her brushed up against her tits and ass, grabbing them unasked. Gerry even noticed a salesman sitting quietly behind his counter, stroking his cock enthusiastically as he stared at the American whore passing by.

After a while, Gerry noticed one man was following them. He was alone, and Gerry didn’t know what to do.

“Hey Americans,” he called in rough English. Trisha turned around with a smile to greet him, and Gerry cursed himself for not running away.

“I have a great deal on a tour site, very ancient, very famous. One American dollar each, yes?”

Trisha seemed delighted to accept the man’s offer, even as Gerry got an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

The man led the Americans towards a corner of the marketplace, and down some adobe steps smelling of stale water.

Inside, it looked like a normal basement to Gerry, but their would-be tour guide began to çıtır escort explain that this was an ancient prayer zone from many centuries ago.

“Wow,” Trisha exclaimed, and pointed to another set of stairs, “It goes deeper?”

“Yes it does, and there are many artifacts worth seeing below. But it is a sacred space, and I’m afraid there are conditions before you can enter.”

Trisha nodded and asked him to explain.

“Mom, I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Gerry tried to warn her.

“Hush,” she called to him, “This is a unique cultural opportunity and we should see it.”

“Mom, I don’t know.”

“Please ignore my ignorant son,” she said to the tour man, dismissing Gerry with a wave of her hand, “What conditions are there to enter?”

“There are many,” he said, “And if you commit to descend and do not follow them, it is of great offense to the gods and they will curse you deeply.”

“A curse?” she asked, seemingly genuinely afraid.

“Yes, but if you obey you will be blessed with their love.”

“Okay, she said, grabbing Gerry by the arm, “We commit to descend.”

“Excellent,” said the man, and grabbed the waistband of his pants. “First, you must completely disrobe.”

“Disrobe?” Gerry’s mom hesitated, but remembered her commitment just a moment before. “Well, I guess.”

The tour guide’s lusty eyes watched as the busty mom grabbed her shirt by the hem and lifted it up over her head. Her perky tan breasts shook in her bra. She reached for her shorts and unbuttoned the clasp, shimmying as she peeled them off her thick hips and bottom.

“You have a beautiful figure,” complimented the man, practically drooling. Turning to Gerry, “you should be proud of your mother.”

“Oh thank you,” Trisha said, blushing.

“You as well,” he said to Gerry. Gerry clumsily disrobed, his pale flabby body hunched over in the corner. He stood awkwardly in his boxer shorts.

“I’m afraid those must go as well,” the tour guide said, pointing to their undergarments.

Without a word, Gerry’s mom unclasped her bra and let it falls from her round perky bosom. Her nipples stood proudly at attention, a startling pink on her deeply tan flesh.

Slipping her legs cleanly, she shed her panties as well. Her shaved, pert vulva glistened in the glow of the torch light.

Gerry, on the other hand, shed his boxers sheepishly. Instinctively, he covered his genitals with his hand.

“Honey relax,” Trisha said, touching his shoulder lightly with her delicate fingers, “This is a religious experience.”

Gerry slowly uncovered himself. By this time, the tour guide had shed his clothes as well, and he stood proudly nude before the mother and son. Like the men in the shower, he had a hairy uncircumcised cock, which he wagged slightly as if by habit. The massive thing stuck to the side of his leg with sweat.

Gerry revealed his genitals to the room. His white dick and balls were shriveled and small, hidden behind rolls of fat. Next to his mother’s radiant body, he looked like a different species of animal.

Trisha looked at the sunken body of her son, and her eyes bulged when her gaze drew to the impressive cock of their tour guide. She had never given any thought to something like her son’s genitals, but now that she saw his dick for the first time, her heart sank. The poor thing was sort of pathetic, especially compared to the kinds of cocks Trisha liked to enjoy. She realized that if she were dating a man with a dick like her son’s she would try to find a way to break up with him! Poor kid.

“Shall we go down?” she finally said, “I’m excited to see what’s below.”

“I’m afraid not yet,” grinned the tour guide, “We are not yet finished.”

He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a jar filled with what looked like thick wax.

“The gods ask that we be properly adorned before their presence.” He reached into the jar and scooped a handful of the substance, which he began to smear over his body.

The coating left his skin shining in the light, and he handed the jar to Gerry.

“Please coat yourself,” he commanded, “And I will help your mother.”

Without permission, the man began to rub the wax all over Trisha’s skin. He massaged her flesh with his bare hands, delicately squeezing her breasts, thighs, and ass as he made her skin sparkle like a precious metal.

Gerry plastered himself with the gross wax, and he felt he looked like some sort of sewer rat fresh from filthy water.

Meanwhile, Gerry’s mother began to glow like a goddess. Her wet skin, taut muscles, and gorgeous figure glowed under the beautiful wax.

“This is beautiful,” she said, admiring her shining tits and ass, “Can I buy some to bring home with me?”

“No, you cannot,” he said, “It’s made here on premises using special ingredients that are illegal outside this country.”

“Illegal? For what reason?”

“They are made from poached rhino horn,” he explained, “Highly illegal activity, but the strongest yenimahalle escort aphrodisiac known to man.”

“Aphrodisiac?” she asked, and her eyes began to simmer shut, “Oh I think I feel it.”

“Indeed,” he said, “Me as well.”

He pointed to his groin, where his glistening cock was standing at full attention. The man confidently waved his shining erection at the two, which looked like a baseball bat in its size and thickness.

Gerry glanced down at his own crotch in horror. His pecker too was hard. The couple of inches were pulsing with blood and rock solid, like a milk white crayon.

“Oh,” moaned his mother sensually. All three of them glanced down at her crotch, which was visibly flooding with juices. Thick viscous precum dripped from her lips and onto the dirt floor below.

The tour guide licked his lips, and Gerry felt embarrassed and repulsed.

“Let us descend,” he called, swinging his hips and cock around towards the steps. From within the basement, the three descended deeper into the ground below.

The stairs seemed to continue forever. Gerry saw the light from the top start to fade into darkness as they crept down, completely nude. Soon, there was nothing to see as they fell into darkness. Only then did the stairs end, and they stepped onto solid ground.

The room was lit with candles. It took a moment for Gerry’s eyes to adjust to the light, but by the time he could see, it was already too late.

He was thrust into one of two steel bar cages in the basement. On the other side of the room, his slippery mother was stuffed into the other. The cages locked shut.

“Stupid Americans,” the man said, digging through the pockets of their discarded clothes and taking their wallets and phones.

“You fuckers think you can come to this country and that we won’t try to rob the shit out of you?”

Gerry struggled to adjust to the light. What was becoming visible to him was the tour guide’s massive cock, hard and standing before him like a light house’s beacon. He looked over to his caged mom, who looked scared and trembling. Between the candlelight and the oils, his mom’s glowing tits seemed to defy gravity.

“You’re lucky that this mother is such a fine woman,” he said to the pair, “Because otherwise, I’d sell you to the political agents who love stranded Americans.”

He laughed and waved his shining brown dick.

“Instead, I’m going to keep you and have my way.”

He inserted his hard dick between the bars of Trisha’s cage. The tour guide’s grinning figure held his cock in his hand and waved it before Gerry’s mother. The tip of the cock was brown and large. In what seemed unusual to Gerry, the cock was dripping a continuous viscous flow of pre-cum. It was not in a single emission, but in a steady flow of thick moving seepage. The shaft crept inches closer towards his mother, dripping the fluids onto the floor in a sticky puddle.

Gerry watched as his mom’s gaze settled into a blind, blank stare. Her body was glistening with oil, but her thighs were also sticky with her sexual juices. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed visibly.

She dragged her hand along her thighs and landed in her center. She began to massage herself privately, unaware of the room around her. Gerry wondered if she could even intellectually understand what was going on, given the intense dosage of the cream smeared all over her.

Gerry’s thoughts were quickly disintegrating too, however. The deep darkness of the room and the visceral urgency of his penis made the rest of the world melt away. As his mother stroked her clit in deep circles, Gerry’s jaw fell in fear.

“Come on little slut,” he said, “Take it.”

Gerry’s mom opened her perfect mouth and got closer to the tour guide’s dick. She approached it with deep hunger in her eyes, hoping to engulf it completely inside her.

“What a slut indeed,” the tour guide said, and withdrew his cock from the cage before Trisha could suck it.

He reached the cage door and unlocked it. Trisha stirred from where she had crouched on the floor and crawled towards the cock like a prowling lioness.

“Come, we will make love,” the man said, leading her towards a second room with a trail of his pre-cum. Gerry watched in horror as his mom sniffed towards the penis like a wild beast. Then, the loud slam shut of the second room’s door closing.

Gerry was horrified thinking about what the tour guide was doing to his mom in the second room. But, to his surprise, the effects of the rhino horn were affecting him as well. He couldn’t help but focus on the throbbing hardon between his legs. His little pecker was so slippery and hard. He wanted so badly to reach down and stroke it. It was already so slippery…

He thought about all the gorgeous women he had known in his life. His high school crush, and her perfect tan thighs in the school uniform skirt. The models in the magazine he kept under his mattress, spread eagle on the beach, with eyes screaming for him to succumb.

But his mind’s eye could not ignore the other room, where his mom was slippery and naked, being stuffed with a foreign con-man’s hard brown dick. It made him want to vomit.

His throbbing cock called to him. He pinched his shaft with two fingers and felt a wave of intense euphoria rise through his body. Holy shit, he thought, This is the best feeling I have ever had.

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Alli woke up a little after noon and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. This wasn’t unusual as she’d been sleeping late ever since she got home from her first year at college. She didn’t have any responsibilities or appointments to keep so why would she bother keeping a normal sleep schedule. Alli poured a bowl of cereal but as she went to grab the milk she found a note taped to the fridge.

Alli, my computer’s been acting up lately,
please take a look at it and fix it for me. My
password is Password1* If you need anything
else to fix it, send me a text.
-Mom

Alli rolled her eyes as she read it. Didn’t her mom realize she didn’t know enough about computers to actually fix anything? About all she knew how to do was check for updates and run the defragmenter program.

With a sigh, Alli decided she’d help her mom out without complaining. After all, it was a little thing and none of her friends would be ready to hang out for a few hours anyway. She grabbed her mom’s laptop and started it up as she poured the milk into her cereal and started eating. Her mom was right, it took forever to even get to the login screen.

Once she was finally logged in, Alli saw that her mom had over 500 updates pending. She probably hadn’t bothered to update anything since the last time Alli was home to do it for her. With another sigh, Alli got the updates started as she finished her breakfast and stuck her bowl in the sink. She checked the screen and saw that she still had plenty of time before the computer would be ready for her to do anything else so she went back to her room to get dressed for the day.

She stripped out of the tank top and shorts she always slept in and tossed them on her bed to wear again that night. She stood for a moment naked as she decided what to wear for the day. She planned on going out with her friends later but that was hours away so she didn’t need to be dressed for that just yet. After a moment, Alli decided that she’d spend a few hours out by the pool getting some sun and swimming for a little exercise. She grabbed a cute red bikini out of her drawer and quickly put it on.

As she returned to the dining room, Alli saw that the computer still wasn’t quite ready for her and decided to bring it outside with her to keep an eye on it. “Rover,” she called and waited for her lazy dog to respond. Rover was getting older but she thought he’d still like running around the backyard for a while. Alli positioned the laptop on a small table outside in the shade and then lounged beside it in the sun.

Alli could hear the neighbor kids in their yard as she arranged herself to get comfortable but luckily they weren’t too loud. Her Bluetooth speaker easily drowned them out. Alli untied her top and set it aside as she lay down on her stomach to tan her back. She brushed her hair out of the way and lay so that she could still see her mom’s computer screen. After a moment, Alli adjusted her bikini bottoms giving herself a wedgie but it was worth it to minimize her tan lines.

Her boobs really were too big to comfortably lay on her front but she knew it was a necessary sacrifice to make in order to get a beautiful tan. Just as she managed to find a relatively comfortable position though, she heard her mom’s laptop beep indicating that it was ready for her to restart it.

With a sigh, Alli reached for her top but then decided against it. After all, she was in her fenced in back yard. There was a slim chance a few of the neighbors might see her but since all the adults would be at work, there was really no one but the kids around anyway. Leaving her top on the ground beside her lounge chair, Alli went to the computer and restarted it. She ran the defragmenter and saw that it would take at least an hour to work before returning to her lounge chair.

Before laying down though, Alli stopped to think about being topless in her back yard. She’d never done it before but she had to admit that she was a bit excited about it. There was virtually no chance anyone would actually see her and it would allow her to get rid of her tan lines entirely… Before she thought too much about it and changed her mind, Alli quickly stripped off her bottoms and lay down to tan naked.

It was quite a rush for her. She got all the thrill of being naked outside and doing something naughty but without much risk. Even if someone did look over the fence, all they’d see was her butt. Alli could feel her nipples hardening at the thought anyway.

Half an hour later, Alli rolled over onto her back. It wasn’t until she moved that she realized just how turned on she was. There was a definite wet spot on the chair and her thighs were soaked. On her back, the pleasure just got better. Instead of just her butt, now her breasts and pussy were exposed as well. She could feel her whole body tensing up and had to consciously relax.

By the time the computer was finished, kızılay escort Alli was so turned on she was struggling to resist actively masturbating. The idea was tantalizing but she wasn’t ready to masturbate outside yet. That was just a little bit too far for her. She got up and grabbed the computer to make sure everything was working. It was.

Alli was about to close the laptop when she got a new idea. Her mom probably wouldn’t know how to clear her browser history so she could find out what sort of porn her mom liked. A few moments later, Alli discovered that her mom spent hours every evening on a kink and fetish website. She looked through her mom’s profile and discovered something surprising.

Her mom’s profile made it abundantly clear that she was submissive and a lesbian. Or at least she was only looking for other women. Specifically young women. Specifically young dominant women around Alli’s age. And her profile said she was looking for a daughter-domme. Alli was shocked, she’d never even thought about her mom like that but it seemed like her mom thought about her quite a bit. The profile had several nude pictures and Alli had to admit her mom had a very nice body.

Alli’d had a few lesbian experiences in college and she knew she tended to be more dominant but she’d never even considered being with a woman so much older than her. Let alone her own mother. But even through her shock, Alli realized that her pussy was dripping wet. She couldn’t help but think about dominating her mother.

She began picturing her mother on her knees looking up at her. Alli imagined grabbing her mother by the hair and forcing her to service her pussy. She imagined spanking and slapping and using a riding crop on her mother…

Before Alli even realized what was happening, she found herself vigorously fingering her soaking wet pussy to an Earth-shattering orgasm. Alli collapsed back onto her chair panting as the realization of what she’d just done sank in.

She’d just had one of the most intense orgasms of her entire life while sitting outside, completely naked, and fantasizing about dominating her own mother. Alli blushed as she looked around half afraid she’d see people peering over the fence at her. Luckily there were no human faces. Just Rover looking at her confused trying to figure out if she were in danger or not. Had she screamed when she climaxed? She couldn’t remember. Suddenly self-conscious, Alli grabbed her bikini and the laptop and ran inside.

Alli realized that she was too wound up so she hopped in the shower to cool off and clear her head. But when she emerged from the shower, she still couldn’t stop picturing herself fucking and dominating her own mother. She knew it was a problem. Something had to happen. Either she needed to somehow forget all about it and go back to how she was before she knew…or she needed to act on it.

Alli was tempted to act on it and try to make her mom her bitch but she decided she should do a little more snooping before that. She decided to look around her mom’s bedroom for anything that might help her make a decision. She figured her mom probably had at least a couple of toys since she hadn’t dated anyone since her dad left years ago.

She started by checking under her mom’s bed but she didn’t find anything noteworthy there. Then Alli checked the closet and hit the jackpot. Her mom had a shoebox full of goodies in there including numerous dildos and vibrators as well as a large strap-on, a riding crop, and several clamps she thought were probably meant for her mom’s nipples.

The thought of using those toys on her own mother was the last straw. Alli knew she needed to act on these thoughts. She’d never be satisfied until she’d turned her mother into her little bitch. Now it was just a question of how to go about it.

After a few moments of thought, Alli decided that she’d need some supplies to make it work but she was pretty sure she could get everything she needed before her mom got home from work. If everything went as planned, by the time she went to bed she’d have total control over her mother.

Alli went to her room to get dressed before heading out. She decided on a light cotton top and miniskirt with no panties as she knew she’d just soak through any underwear she wore. Plus a nice cool breeze down there might be enough to keep her focused instead of daydreaming about what she was about to do. Alli slid on her sandals and grabbed Rover’s leash. The pet store was just a few blocks away and she could get him a treat while she was out.

Alli and Rover walked the few blocks to the pet store and along the way, Alli managed to calm down enough to at least get through what she needed to do without openly masturbating again.

Upon entering the store, Alli and Rover immediately went to the dog toy aisle and she let Rover pick out a toy to play with while she shopped. Next Alli found the dog collar section. She wasn’t really sure kolej escort what kind of collar to buy, collaring her mom sounded really hot in her head but most of the collars she saw would just be ridiculous on a person. Finally she selected a pink leather collar that looked like it would fit her well.

Looking around to make sure no one was looking at her, Alli made her way over to the dog tag engraving machine. Luckily, the store had an automatic one so she wouldn’t have to tell any sales people what she wanted it to say. She selected a bone-shaped tag and engraved it with “Mommy Bitch” on the name side and her own name and information on the owner information side. The machine even took her credit card to pay for the tag so she wouldn’t have to show the sales clerk at all.

Finally Alli made her way to the checkout where she paid for the collar and Rover’s toy. There were several other things Alli wanted to get for her mom but she reasoned that if all went according to plan, her mom would be the one paying for all the other accessories. Besides, she only had about half an hour to get everything ready before her mom got home.

Alli jogged home not even caring that her skirt was bouncing up and occasionally flashing everyone. She didn’t even notice and wouldn’t have cared if she knew that she was flashing people on the street. What had seemed so exciting and naughty to her only a few hours ago paled to utter insignificance compared to what she was preparing to do.

As soon as she got home, Alli poured Rover his dinner and then locked him in the spare bedroom. He’d usually sleep with her mom but Alli didn’t want him to get in the way or distract her from what she was going to do.

Alli attached the dog tag to the collar and positioned it on the kitchen table where her mom would see it almost as soon as she walked in the door. Then she searched through her mom’s computer again until she found a porn video of a daughter fucking her mom. Alli put the video on repeat and sat it down next to the collar. She was pretty sure her mom would recognize the video and know what it was about. She figured this way her mom would realize she’d been found out and understand her new role in the family without Alli even needing to confront her.

At least she hoped she’d understand and go with it. If her mom decided to fight back and refused to submit… Alli didn’t even want to think about the possibility of failure.

Alli stripped out of her clothes and put on the large strap-on she’d found in her mom’s closet and waited. She sat in the hallway out of sight so her mom would be confronted by the collar and video first. Alli grew anxious as the moment approached and mentally reviewed her plan a dozen times before she remembered something she’d forgotten. She’d made plans with her friends for the evening but a quick text saying she wasn’t feeling well took care of that. Once that was done, all she could do was wait.

To Alli, it felt like an eternity but really it was only a few minutes later when she finally heard her mom pull into the garage. Alli could feel herself sweating with anticipation and noticed a small puddle on the floor between her legs. She hadn’t even been touching herself, just the thought was enough to make her drip.

Finally she heard the door unlock and her mom walk in the door. She heard a few footsteps as her mom walked in normally…and then she heard a gasp as her mom noticed what was on the table.

Alli peeked around the corner and saw that everything was positioned perfectly. Her mom was standing with her back to Alli staring transfixed at the laptop and collar. Alli could see her mom’s firm butt- she’d never thought about it like that before- outlined perfectly in her tight work pants. She could even see some obvious panty lines. Alli smiled as she thought about what she was going to do with that ass.

Alli let her mom starred at the collar for a few minutes before emerging quietly from her hiding place. She came up behind her mother completely naked except for the large strap-on sticking out in front of her. Alli managed to get right behind her mother without her even noticing. She held her breath as she knew there was no turning back after this

Alli smacked her mother’s firm ass hard. Her mother jumped and spun around, her back pressing against the table as she tried to retreat and found she had nowhere to go.

“Alli! What are you…” she trailed off as she took in her daughter’s attire and the look on her face. In a sudden moment of clarity, Alli’s mother suddenly realized what was going on…

“What am I doing?” Alli mocked, “I think that should be obvious shouldn’t it Mommy Bitch? I found out your dirty little secret. I’m in charge now. You’re going to do whatever I tell you to do. Understand? You’ve always wanted to be my little bitch haven’t you? Well here’s your chance.”

Alli’s mother just stared dumbly at her daughter but slowly started to nod her maltepe escort head in agreement. Alli smiled as she saw her mom’s slow acceptance of her new role in life.

“Good Mommy Bitch. Now strip naked. I want to inspect my new property.” Alli wasn’t sure her mom would respond at first. She was afraid she might be pushing things too far too fast. But to her relief, her mom slowly began unbuttoning her blouse in an almost dreamlike state. Alli couldn’t help but smile. It was working!

Alli watched as her mother slowly stripped down completely naked and stood waiting for her inspection. Overall, Alli was very pleased with what she saw. Her mother was starting to go soft around the middle and her breasts were starting to sag but overall she was still looked fantastic. Honestly, Alli had to admit to herself, her mother was still hotter than some of the people she’d hooked up with in college. She made her mom slowly rotate so she could see her from every angle. In fact, the only thing Alli wasn’t happy about was that her mother obviously hadn’t trimmed her bush in a long time. That would have to go soon but she could deal with it for the night anyway.

With a smirk, Alli put her hand on her mother’s bare shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. Her mother found herself on her knees with the large strap-on just inches from her face. Alli reached over her mother to grab the collar off the table and hung it like a wreath on the strap-on so her mother couldn’t help but look at it. “Do you want this Mommy Bitch?”

Alli’s mom nodded her head but that wasn’t enough for Alli. “No. I want you to say it. Tell me you want to be my Mommy Bitch. Tell me you want this collar.”

Finally managing to tear her eyes away from the collar, Alli’s mom looked up at her and said in a whisper, “Yes, please. I want to be your bitch. Please collar me.” Alli smiled as she took the collar off her plastic cock and secured it around her mother’s neck.

“Good mommy,” Alli said as she grabbed her plastic cock and moved it out of the way. “Now get to work.”

Her mom hesitated a moment too long so Alli grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to her waiting crotch. Her tongue was like magic. Her mom had just barely begun tracing the outside of her lips when Alli began to moan and grind her pussy against her mom’s face. Alli had been so horny all day that even the slightest stimulation pushed her to the edge. The moment her mother parted Alli’s lips with her tongue, Alli had and earth shattering orgasm. She held her mom’s head firmly in place as waves of pleasure racked her body.

Once they finally subsided, Alli wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for a few hours. But she knew she couldn’t do that. She had to firmly cement her new place as her mother’s owner. And there was only one way she could think of to do that…

Holding on to a handful of her mother’s hair, Alli half guided half dragged her mother into the living room and made her lie on the couch. She grabbed her mom’s thighs and pulled them up and apart. Alli grabbed a fistful of her mom’s thick brush making her wince, “This is gonna have to go.”

She positioned the tip of the strap-on against her mother’s hairy cunt. “Ready for this, Bitch?” Her mom nodded. Alli grinned, “Good.” In one powerful thrust Alli shoved all 10 inches of plastic cock deep into her mother’s cunt.

Alli’s mother screamed as the un-lubed plastic cock was rammed its way into her cunt. Only her own abundant cunt juices from eating her daughter’s pussy saved her poor cunt from real pain.

Alli started thrusting in and out of her mom’s sopping cunt vigorously and soon her mom was a panting, moaning, mess. Alli grabbed her mom’s nipple and started pulling and twisting it to elicit more screams from her. Alli loved the sight of her mother’s new name tag bouncing against her as she was roughly fucked.

In that moment, Alli didn’t think of her as her mother anymore. She didn’t even think of her as her bitch. She was just a piece of fuck-meat with big, jiggling tits.

In a rush of animalistic passion, Alli increased her speed and brought her mother to a screaming, earth-shattering orgasm. Alli’s mother went limp as the orgasm subsided and Alli collapsed on top of her mother exhausted.

They lay like that for several minutes panting and coming to terms with the new order in the house. Alli’s mother felt waves of guilt wash over her as she realized what had happened. She knew she’d never be able to regain her daughter’s respect let alone control over her own house. Would she even be able to show her face at work or to her friends? What if someone found out?

Alli meanwhile ideally fingered her mom’s new nametag as she thought about all the fun things she had to look forward to. She’d defiantly be laying out a bunch of rules for her mom to follow. And she couldn’t wait until her mom broke one and she got to pull her over her knee for a spanking. Not to mention she’d be taking total financial control over her mother so she’d never have to worry about money again. “You know Mommy Bitch,” Alli mused to her mother, “I really like the way this looks on you. I don’t want you ever taking this off. Tomorrow I’ll get you a chain to wear it on in public and then move it onto the collar whenever you’re home. Would you like that?”

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HOMECOMING:

After nearly three years my daughter returned home. She was just short of eight months pregnant and the baby she carried easily showed beneath her maternity top. She was also broke and without a husband. Even worse her boyfriend, the father of her baby, had deserted her only a couple of weeks earlier. He had called her fat and ugly and I found his statement hard to believe. Susan, my twenty-two year old daughter, couldn’t ever be considered ugly, not with her looks. As for fat, well, before becoming pregnant she couldn’t have weighed much over ninety pounds all nicely proportioned upon her very slender five foot seven inch frame. Now she tipped the scales at a whopping one hundred and ten pounds. Since my wife, her mother, had died some two years earlier, I was glad for the company of my daughter and the bringing back of a woman’s touch to my otherwise drab life.

“Oh, Daddy,” she sobbed into my chest when first coming home. “I thought Jeff was the one I could live my life with, have his children and together grow old.” She hugged me tightly pressing her body to mine.

“Shush, now little girl,” I said trying to sooth and comfort her. I wrapped my arms around her still slender body holding her tightly. “You’re home now and I’m sure everything will work out for the best. Has I ever let you down?”

“No, Daddy, and I’ll make sure you don’t regret my coming back home. I’ll keep your house just like Mom always did and fix your meals. All I ask for in return is a place to stay until the baby is born, then I’ll try and make other arraignments.”

“Nonsense,” I retorted. “You and my grandchild will be welcome in my home for as long as you both want. Now I’ll hear no more talk of you leaving again, well, at least not unless you find that right somebody with which to spend the rest of you life.” Even though we’d had our fair share of differences in the past I could no more turn her away than remove my now little used manhood. No, she and the baby would have a place to live for however long they wished.

EXPRESSED LOVE:

Susan hadn’t been home with a week before she came to me with a request. At first I thought it odd, but settled on her request as being natural under the given circumstances.

“Daddy, would you be so kind as to rub this baby oil on my belly? The doctor says it will help keep my skin soft and reduce the possibility of ugly stretch marks after the baby is born.”

While I knew she could easily have done the task herself, how could I refuse the second love of my life, the first being her departed mother. She presented herself on the sofa lifting her maternity top up just below her blooming breasts to expose her swollen belly. I took the bottle and sat beside her filling the palm of my hand with the cool baby oil. Putting my hands together enough to warm the oil I placed them on her taught skin and felt the baby kicking. We both laughed as my hands suddenly jerked away before returning to her warm soft skin. While she could have done this task on her own, Susan and I had always shared an extremely close relationship with each other. Doing this seemed as natural as rubbing suntan lotion on her back in the summer. Besides, I suppose I should mention a certain attraction I’ve always felt for my only daughter.

“Mmmmm, Daddy your hands feel so nice,” Susan cooed as I began coating her with oil. “I’ve always loved the feel of your work roughened hands on my skin.”

Her skin was hot to my touch and just as soft as her buttocks had felt so many years before when I would change and powder her while changing her diapers gaziosmanpaşa escort so many years before. As I gently rubbed the oil into her skin my hands drifted down to just above the top of the shorts she wore, then upwards stopping inches from the bottom of her bra. Susan had never come close to her mother’s ‘DD’ sized cup, but I could see she had now increased markedly and having always been a breast man I couldn’t help but feel a small amount of arousal. Still, I tried my best to keep my mind on the task at hand being careful to not come to close to her undergarment. My mind began to wander back over the years to when I would bath her and see her naked body so innocent and now I wondered just how much she had changed. I shook my head in disgust for thinking such thoughts and began to find the quickest way to end the current session.

“There you are my sweet little girl. All greased up and fit to slide out of bed if you’re not careful,” I chided.

“Oh, Daddy, are you done already?” she asked wistfully. “I was kind of hoping you would take longer. I know, could you rub my back as well? Having to carry all this extra weight makes it hurt something fierce.”

Because of the closeness we had always shared Susan didn’t hesitate to remove her top. I saw her bra was way to small as the cups dug deeply into her skin and when she unsnapped the strap from behind it sprung out enough to almost expose her breasts. At this point in her pregnancy she should have been wearing nursing bras of a much larger size.

“Tomorrow we go to the mall and get you a harness that really fits,” I said as she turned away enough to allow me access to her back. I saw the deep red marks the back strap had made as it had dug in almost as deeply as it had in front.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t want you to have to spend any money on me, but Jeff wouldn’t listen when I begged for things that would fit. All I have now is what was given to me by girlfriends. I promise, I’ll make it all up to you and repay your expenses.” Her small frail body shook as a sob of despair overcame her.

“Now don’t you worry none about the expense. It will be my pleasure. Now relax and enjoy,” I said. My hands shook slightly as the touched the skin of her back.

THE FIRST TOUCH:

Once again I felt the heat of her skin as my hands touched her back. I had poured more baby oil into my palms, warmed it and began to caress her back gently. From her neck, down her spine and lower to just above her maternity shorts I touched her reveling in the feel of her body. If only she knew, but I forced myself into check and kept myself tight and proper as any father should. Even at that my fingers managed to find their way to the outer swelling of her breasts briefly then quickly retracting. As I rubbed the oil into her skin Susan began to relax all the more and often my fingers would find their way to the outer edges of her breasts causing me great distress. Finally at one point when my fingers were lightly caressing her sides her hand found mine and drew them upward. I didn’t know, at first, what she was up to but quickly found out. It had to have been my lust, my desire to allow her to so easily move my hands from her lower sides and bring my hands to fully encompass her breasts. I was aghast with the feeling of the firmness of her, the nipples centered on each breast swelling up hard attempting to punch holes in the palms of my hands. Not only had they grown but now they were overly tight, but more firm than they first appeared.

“Here, Daddy,” gölbaşı escort Susan gasped pressing my palms hard to her chest. “Here’s where I want your hands right now. Feel how my breasts have grown and become so full of what the baby will need, my milk. This is what pains me the most, my breasts filled and aching for relief. Would you mind all that much to help me, please?” her voiced fairly begged.

How could I refuse her plaintive request, her begging desire as I felt the heat of her body. As her hands forced my fingers to curl into her flesh, dig into her body I felt moisture coming from her and coating my hands. Instinctively I knew it was the beginnings of her lactating, her giving of milk from her mammary glands which would feed my grandchild. Something I hadn’t felt nor tasted for oh so many years when my wife had been pregnant. So many times I had suckled her breasts, drank of her milk while we made love and even after Susan was born I was nourished.

Susan’s hands released mine as she slowly turned to face me her body half naked. My eyes took in the wonder of her full breasts, my mouth watered to once again taste the fruit of a mother to be and drink my fill. I saw the skin of her breasts stretched taught, her nipples swollen and extended with drops of her fluid oozing forth. Hesitantly and with trepidation I lifted one hand to cup the firm globe she presented only to gently squeeze and be rewarded with two streams of her liquid spurting forth. It had cooled by the time it had soaked through my shirt which I quickly unbuttoned and removed. If I was to become covered with her milk I wanted it on my naked flesh to feel it’s heat.

“Yyyyeeessssssss, Daddy, squeeze my breasts and release my milk,” Susan panted. “Please don’t stop except to lock your lips to my nipples and suckle me. Let me feel you nursing from my breasts and drinking my milk. I want……….., no I need you to love me.”

At this point Susan pulled my mouth to her breast where my lips locked firmly on her extended nipple and began working to extract what I wanted and she wanted to give. She moved one hand over my chest toying with the gray hairs of my chest and lower until she pressed firmly against the all but rock hard bulge hidden within my jeans. Over and over she moved her hand up and down the length of the very aroused organ of my manhood as I suckled from her. I was breathless, unable to speak from my reluctance to let go her squirting nipple. What I now wanted was to feel her hands upon my hardness, gripping it firmly and bringing it to full flood. Her next move was expected, but not what she said.

HAVING MY DAUGHTER:

“Daddy, I want to touch and feel of you. I want to have your cock in my hand, in my mouth and then in my cunt. I want to have you fucking me any way you want, just don’t stop draining my breasts and relieving the aching pressure. Drink of my milk and let me feel your hot hard cock buried deeply inside me.”

My pants were open as her hand slipped easily inside. Quickly her fingers found and encircled my throbbing organ gripping it tightly. Even before I was exposed fully she was stroking me bringing about that exquisite pleasure of near cumming. Letting go of me she reached down further to cup and fondle my very full and heavy balls filled with all the pent up cum not released by masturbation. Nothing short of true sex could ever really drain a man’s scrotum of his seed and it was rapidly becoming apparent Susan was bent on giving me that release.

“Oh, then don’t tease me further,” I gasped. “Take keçiören escort my cock between your lips and suck me as I have sucked you. Feel my balls full of my cum and bring me to the ultimate release,” I pleaded with all the pent up lust of the years past.

Susan quickly helped me remove my pants to expose my rock hard throbbing organ. She grasped it tightly only to pause and study it’s burgeoning thick head and solid veined shaft whereupon her head swiftly moved down to allow her lips to engulf and encompass my growing need and desire. With one fell swoop her greedy mouth received and swallowed over half of my nine inches of male desire only to pause briefly before taking the remainder. My eyes grew wide at the wonder of her nose pressed firmly and deeply into my pubic hairs as I felt the swollen head embedded deeply down her throat. I nearly erupted as she swallowed giving me even more pleasure as her hand cupped and manipulated my sperm filled scrotum. Soon enough Susan was lifting her head laving my cock with her tongue until just the very head was firmly clamped between her tight lips and then down she went again. Over and over she repeated this action until I felt as if I would blast off the top of her head with my orgasm, but she sensed it coming and released me from her mouth.

“Now, Daddy, I want to feel you inside me. Give me all your hot hard wonderful cock filling my cunt while you milk my full tits. Daddy, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long and now I’ve going to have you fucking me.”

I have no idea when she shed her shorts but she was now fully naked. Susan quickly moved to swing her legs over the outside of mine as she kept her grip on my organ. She slipped two fingers inside her love hole bringing them out soaked with her inner juices offering them to me. I greedily sucked her fingers tasting of her body. She had taken hold of me to guide my pre-cum glistening cock to the entrance of her body. Feeling me at her opening she slipped the head barely inside her vaginal lips, pausing for a moment, then her body simply dropped. In an instant Susan was impaled having fully received all of my throbbing manhood.

“Oh, fucking shit yes, Daddy,” she wailed as I became seated as deeply inside her as could be done. “Yes, I feel your cock filling my cunt so full, now suck my breasts and drink my milk while you fuck me. Bite my nipples, squeeze my tits hard and fuck me even harder. Make me cum and then let me feel your cum filling me.”

EPILOGUE:

It’s been four months now since my daughter gave birth. To say my grandson is the apple of my eye would be a gross understatement. I’ve spent so much time just being with him I nearly lost my job. Yeah, I’ve also spent a ton of money making sure he and my daughter Susan have everything they both need. Neither of us has ever heard from Jeff and as far as I’m concerned it would be in his best interest to never darken our lives again.

My grandson was named after me, but we just call him Trog Jr. Is that so unusual? Consider who did the most for him not to mention his mother. Susan and I have been sharing the same bed since two days after she moved back home, in case you wondered. Oh, yeah, I now get all the mothers milk I desire and hope after Jr. is weaned she will still provide. I’ve heard and read where women can keep giving mild for years after childbirth as long as they are suckled and I intend to keep suckling even when the milk is gone.

That’s about it folks, unless Susan again becomes pregnant. If she does it will be without doubt mine, her father’s child. What would that make me? A daddy and grandfather? Or what? You tell me.

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If you desire to believe this story as true then more power to you. It’s really a work of fiction, the fruits of my vivid imagination. While the concept might be desirable, the reality is highly unlikely, but then who knows. Think what you will.

Yours, Trog.

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“Dare I ask what kind of game?” Melinda asked wryly, pretty sure she didn’t really want to know anyway.

“Oh, just a little something to loosen you up,” Tina said with a smile. “Let’s get her down to the basement so we can get started!”

“Why the basement?!” Melinda demanded, but instead of answering her, her son and son-in-law picked up the naked woman by her arms, and carried her to the entryway and down the steps to the basement of her own house! Melinda but up a little bit of a struggle, mostly for show, because she knew the guys were too strong for her to resist, and besides, it was kind of fun to be carried like that by two hunky young men!

“Guys, come on! Put me down, this is silly!”

They did indeed put her down, but only after reaching the basement, which Melinda saw had been prepared for whatever her family and friends had in mind. Normally the basement, which was as large as the house, a large roomy chamber with a smooth concrete floor, was not much used, it was well-lit and dry, but it had been years since Melinda had used it for much other than storage. Now, the few bits and pieces normally stored there had been shoved into a corner out of the way. A huge rubber sheet had been spread out across the floor, with some chairs around the edges and a table on one side…a table absolutely loaded down with pies, cakes, bottles, pitchers, and other containers of food and liquids.

Neil and Steven carried Melinda over to the rubberized area, and set her on her feet, Neil pausing to kiss his naked mother’s cheek lovingly before going over to the edge of the sheeted area. As he left he told her to stay where she was in a firm tone.

“OK, everybody, listen up,” Tina, as mistress of ceremonies, was saying. “We’re going to have a game to see how well Mel here knows her own kids!”

Uh oh, Melinda mused nervously. I don’t know if I like the sound of that!

As she watched, her granddaughters rolled out a cart from over by the table, a cart with two huge trays on it covered in bowls of eggs. They parked this right in front of Melinda, in easy reach, and headed back over to the edge of the sheet, their bare soles slapping on the rubber as they did.

“Here’s out it will work,” Tina was saying with a huge smile. “Cathy and Neil have helped up put together a list of questions about themselves that they don’t think Mel here will be able to answer correctly. I’ll be asking Mel the questions, and for each question she gets wrong about her son or her daughter, Melinda will hand that one an egg and he or she will break a nice fresh egg somewhere on her body!”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Melinda shrieked, though she knew all too well that Tina was serious.

“I’d think you’d get tired of saying that, Melinda!” said Annie Romane, another old friend. “I am so going to enjoy watching this!”

“What did I ever do to you, Annie?!” Melinda demanded.

“You mean besides undoing my top at the pool party, showing the pictures from our college days to my kids, buying me that gag gift in front of everybody at my baby shower-“

“All right, all right,” Melinda said, blushing and laughing, “you don’t have to rub it in!”

Then she turned and demanded from Tina with a daring grin, “So what happens when I do get a question right, you evil bitch?”

Tina didn’t take the insult personally, laughing back and saying, “Why, that’s where Jean and Steven come in! Neil, Cathy, why don’t you two get ready and join your poor mother?”

To Melinda’s surprise, her 34 year old daughter and her 38 year old son began to undress! Cathy was dressed in blue jeans, a snug white blouse, and flip-flops, Neil wore jeans and a T-shirt, and both were undressing right there in front of the whole group! Their respective spouses were smiling and did not seem at all bothered as Cathy and Neil stripped down to their underwear and walked out to stand alongside their mother. Neil had on tight white briefs, Cathy some very daring white panties and a lacy bra, both were otherwise bare and smiling at each other and their mother.

There were whistles and cheers for the underwear-clad brother etimesgut escort and sister, including, to Melinda’s surprise, from her granddaughters, who seemed to find nothing odd about giving wolf-whistles to their own father!

“Wow, Daddy! You’re hunkier than my boyfriend!” Bethany exclaimed. “Nice butt!”

Briana contented herself with a wolf-whistle.

Well, he is pretty damned hot, Melinda admitted to herself as she looked her 38 year old son over. His stomach was still flat, he was muscled without being overbuilt, his thick hair was shot with a little silver, and all-in-all he looked pretty good.

For that matter, so did Cathy. At 34, her daughter was an attractive woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a pair of nice-shaped, just slightly sagging C-cup tits behind her skimpy bra.

A moment later, Jean and Steven, barefoot but otherwise dressed, were standing beside their spouses.

“Mel, any time you get a question right, the one you got it right about gets an egg on him or her from Jean or Steven! So if it turns out you know your kids better than they think you do, you’ll be clean and dry and they’ll be gunked to the limit!”

“That is so not gonna happen,” Cathy said with a snicker.

“It’s not fair!” Melinda protested. “They get to ‘egg’ me and I don’t get to do them!”

“No,” Steven said to his mother-in-law, “but I’ll tell you what, Mel, what if Jean and I let you pick the spot that gets egged when you win?”

“Well…OK,” Melinda said. It was not as if she had a choice anyway, she mused.

“One more rule, any time any of the three of you gets ‘egged’,” Tina said, “he or she must thank the person who did it!”

“That wasn’t in the rules!” Neil said with a laugh.

“It is now,” Tina replied. “All right, let’s get started! First question is about Cathy. Mel, when Cathy was 12 years old, what was the name of the first boy she kissed?”

Mel thought back to those days, now over two decades before, remembering her daughter in the throws of her first big crush, and after a moment she said, “Anthony Allen.”

Tina looked at the answer, smiled, and said, “Sorry, Mel, the right answer was Brad Allen.”

“Brad?!” Melinda exclaimed. “Anthony’s older brother?!! He was what, 16?!”

“Seventeen,” Cathy said with a grin. “Sorry, Mom, but you know what that means! Hand me an eggs, please.”

“Come on, Honey, this is so-“

“Hand me an egg, Mom!” Cathy ordered sternly.

With a sigh, Cathy reached over, took an egg from one of the bowls, and handed it to her daughter, who looked her mother over from head to toe considering where to start. Then she smiled and said, “Might as well start at the traditional place!”

With that, Cathy, who was 5’9″, raised the egg up over Melinda’s head and broke it all over the top of her mother’s thick hair! As the thick yolk and thin liquid of the egg flowed over the older woman’s long straight hair, the room broke out laughing.

“Thank you, Cathy,” Melinda said with a grimace. She looked at the cart, there were lots of eggs there!

“Ready for the next question, Mel?” Tina asked.

“Does it matter?” she inquired archly.

“Nope. Next question: how old was Neil the first time he tasted beer?”

Melinda blinked, because she had absolutely no idea. She remembered having to talk a cop out of ticketing him for drinking underage when he was 16, so it had to be that age or younger…but just when was it?!

“Fourteen,” she finally sighed, taking a wild guess.

“Sorry, Mel,” Tina giggled. “Seventeen.”

“What?!” Melinda protested. She turned to her 38 year old son and demanded, “Who are you trying to fool, Darling? I remember you getting in trouble for drinking beer when you were 16!”

“Actually, no,” Neil laughed. “This was kind of a trick question, Mom. You see, I hate beer. I hate the smell of it, the taste it, everything about it. I used to drink wine coolers and whiskey in high school, when I could sneak ’em, but I hated the smell of beer so much I didn’t even taste it until my senior year. etlik escort I still hate the stuff!”

Melinda sagged a little, and then laughed self-deprecatingly and said, “Let me guess, you want an egg?”

“However did you guess, Mom?” Neil replied. Melinda reached over and picked up another egg, handing it to her son, who showed little hesitation at he broke it gently across her forehead, rubbing it in so the gunk flowed down Melinda’s pretty face.

“Thank you so much, Neil,” Melinda said sarcastically. Even as she said it, though, she felt something that caught her completely by surprise: along with the feeling of the moist egg-goo all over her face, she felt moisture forming between her legs!

What in the world?! Melinda thought to herself in surprise, even as she started to breath harder. She wiped the gunk out of her eyes and turned to face Tina again, hoping nobody could see what was happening!

“Ready?”

“Let’s get it over with,” Melinda sighed.

“OK,” Tina nodded, and asked: “What is Cathy’s favorite desert?”

Melinda grinned and said, “Deep fried twinkies.”

Cathy gasped.

Tina looked at the answer, blinked in surprise, and nodded. “That’s right!”

“Mom, how did you know that?!” Cathy demanded.

Melinda smirked. “I have my sources.”

In fact, Melinda knew she’d managed to beat the game by sheer chance. For years Cathy’s favorite desert had been strawberry ice cream, but Melinda had heard a friend of her daughter mention in passing, a few weeks before, that she’d fallen in love with a snack she’d found at a county fair, deep fried sponge cake. It was just luck that Melinda knew about Cathy’s recent change of favorites…but so it was.

Picking up an egg, she offered it to her son-in-law with an evil smirk, and said, “I believe you’re supposed to egg your wife now?”

“Pretty much,” Steven said with a grin. Cathy turned to face him, blushing and eyes wide, and her husband proceeded to smash the egg firmly against her bare belly, rubbing it all over.

“What do we say, Cathy?” Melinda prompted.

Cathy glared at her mother and then said, “Thank you, Darling,” to her grinning husband. The assembled party seemed to be just as happy to see Cathy gunked as Melinda, the laughter was good-natured but general.

“All right, next question, Mel,” Tina said. “Here goes: where did Neil and Jean meet?”

Melinda started to sweat, because she thought she knew…but she was not absolutely sure. After a long moment, Tina said, “If you don’t answer in one minute, Mel, you lose!”

Just seconds before time was up, Melinda blurted out, “At the laundromat!”

Neil looked suddenly nervous as Tina looked at the answer, frowned, and hesitated, and then said, “You know, I’m not sure if that’s right or not. According to this, they met while doing the laundry in the dorms at college!”

“It’s wrong,” Neil asserted. “That’s not a laundromat!”

“It’s close enough!” Jean laughed. “Your mother got you, Honey!”

“We’ll put it to a vote,” Tina announced. “Raise your hand if you think Mel blew it!”

A number of arms went up.

“OK, raise your hand if you think Mel got it!”

Another few hands went up.

“Well, it looks like you got it, Mel!”

“Give me an egg, Melinda!” Jean demanded.

Melinda eagerly handed her daughter-in-law one of the eggs. She stepped back, assessing her barely-clad husband, and looked over at their daughters, and winked.

“What do you think, girls? Where should I put this egg?”

“Egg Daddy’s butt!” Briana urged, and Bethany nodded.

“Yeah!”

“Hold still, Honey,” Jean ordered, as she pulled back the elastic on her husband’s briefs, slipped the egg inside, and let the elastic go. Then she slapped the seat of her husband’s thin cotton briefs, breaking the egg against his rear end! Golden goo spread all through the back of his underwear as Jean rubbed his backside for a moment. Laughter rose from the whole room, their daughters joining right in.

Melinda was laughing too, but then she noticed eve gelen escort that the front of her son’s briefs were bulging like crazy!

The sight of her son’s erection, even through the cotton cover, reminded her that her own snatch was all but dripping! She was breathing harder, and hoping to avoid being caught out. Already, various people had noticed that Neil’s cock was stiff in his underwear and the teasing was louder!

“Next question,” Tina was saying. “Melinda, your daughter has a tattoo on her ass. It’s a flower. What kind of flower is it?”

Melinda paused, floored. She was aware of her smirking daughter next to her, acutely aware of time passing, and she had no idea of the right answer.

Just as the time was almost up, as a pure guess Melinda yelled, “A rose!”

Tina looked and laughed. “Sorry, Mel, it’s an orchid! Better give Cathy an egg!”

Melinda looked at her eager, smirking daughter and sighed and picked up an egg and handed it to her.

Cathy stepped closer, so they were only inches apart, looking Melinda up and down, then she placed the egg between her mother’s bare boobs, took her mother’s tits in her hands, and squeezed them against the egg until it broke! Melinda gasped at the warmth of her daughter’s hands on her bare tits, and the chill of the cold egg and its gooey contents as it ran down over her boobs. Suddenly her knees felt weak, she could no longer pretend to herself that she wasn’t getting off on this!

Cathy didn’t step back immediately, instead she rubbed the goo over her mother’s tits, making sure the yolk and liquid was smoothly spread out over them, pausing to playfully pinch the very nipples she had once nursed at. The mild pain sent a shiver through Melinda’s body, even as a whoop of teasing laughter rose from the observing family and friends.

“I love you, Mom,” Cathy whispered just before taking her hands off her mother’s now-sticky boobs, a little reluctantly it seemed to the older woman.

Cathy stepped back, and Melinda was breathing hard as she turned to face Tina again.

Instead of asking the next question, though, Tina laughed and said, “Aren’t you forgetting something, Mel?”

Still a little shaky and a lot nervous at her own reactions, Mel managed to stammer, “W-What?”

“You forgot to thank Cathy for egging you!”

Melinda blushed and snorted, and turned back to her daughter and said sardonically, “Thank you, Honey, for the nice egg!”

“Sorry, Mel,” Tina laughed, sounding actually sympathetic. “Too late.”

“Too late?”

“That’s the rules,” Tina explained. “Since you forgot to thank Cathy, as a penalty you get an egg from all four, though you get to pick the order they go in!”

A general laugh rose, and Melinda saw her children and in-laws looking eager at her. With a melodramatic sigh, the naked woman said, “OK, OK.”

She picked up an egg, and handed it to her son-in-law Steven. With a smile, instead of smashing it against her body, he ordered her to tilt her head back and broke it and let the contents flow out over her face, which was already marked with half-dried yolks. Melinda shivered, shuddered, and realized as she felt the sticky mess flow over her features that she was damned close to orgasm!

“T-thank you, Steven,” Melinda said when he finished…and her own voice actually sounded a little sincere in her ears!

Damn but this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt!

With a deep breath to steady herself, the naked mother picked up another egg and handed it to her daughter-in-law, who seemed eager for a chance to mess up her mother-in-law a little. She stepped foward, her bare feet squishing in the pool of goo around Melinda, and said, “Bend over.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Mel,” Jean giggled. “I’m gonna egg your butt just like Neil!”

The thought of that made goose-bumps run up and down her skin, and Melinda nodded slowly and bent over, hands on her knees, suddenly entirely willing to experience what her daughter-in-law intended.

Jean stepped up beside her mother-in-law, wiggling her bare toes in the gunk as she did, and broke the egg over Melinda’s bare bottom just as Steven had done over her face, letting it run out onto the big bare globes of the older woman’s ass. The sensation of the cold gunk on her bare bottom actually made Melinda let out a little moan that she could only hope nobody could hear over the general laughter!

TO BE CONTINUED…

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I first saw her on the tube; I’d missed my usual train and had to wait for then next one. She’d boarded just ahead of me and stood facing away from me with her hand on the pole to steady herself as the train pulled away. She was about 5’9, slim with blonde hair and was dressed in a dark business suit with a tight pencil skirt on which finished below her knees, she had high heels on which tautened her calves and raised her up to over 6 foot. She was a vision anyway, but as she bent over to place her bag between her feet it placed her pert ass in a position of prominence I found my breath was taken from me. She got off at the stop before mine and I watched her walk away from me, as she stepped out the carriage she looked round and I saw her face for the first time her green eyes were playful, haughty and full of confidence, she had high cheekbones and looked about 10 years older than me at around 40, fantastic at 40 would be a more accurate description.

I found myself running late about a week after that and instead of rushing for my train I took my time and allowed my mind to wander back to that mysterious blonde lady who had had such an effect on me. I could see her, I could smell her, I could almost taste her and I knew I wanted to be with her. She was on the platform when I arrived, with the same bag by her feet. I followed her on the train, she found a seat and I sat on the opposite side. She was dressed similarly wearing a shorter skirt this time and as she crossed her legs her stocking tops and suspenders showed briefly before she readjusted her skirt. She must have seen me notice as she looked at me, she held my gaze and allowed a small smile to form as she looked me over. She then uncrossed and re-crossed her legs again this time leaving her skirt ridden up and pointedly ignored me for the rest of the trip. I watched her go again now I didn’t just want her I needed her.

The next day I wasn’t running late, I was on time for my new tube, she smiled as she saw me arrive and invited me onto the tube before her brushing my leg with hers as we boarded and directed me to pole where she stood behind me grasping the pole just under my hand. I turned to introduce myself; she stopped me with a finger over my lips and turned me back around. We rode in silence for the majority of the journey; she interlocked my leg with hers and gently brushed my thigh with it whilst caressing the pole suggestively with her hand. She was in control, at her stop she simply said tomorrow. It was after she’d left that I’d noticed she had left her bag and the doors were closing. It was too late to return it to her now, I held the bag up for her to see, and she bit her lip, smiled mischievously and winked.

That evening I was filled with thoughts about her, I wondered hat her plans were and if that smile, that wink was an invitation to open the bag, as if she’d left something in it for me. I finally decided to open the bag, the first thing I saw was a note in the top compartment, saying naughty boy you’ll be punished for this. I guess she had wanted me to open it, so I then opened up the bag and couldn’t believe what I found. There was leather, latex, restraints, whips, chains, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, candles, butt plugs, lube dildo’s, strap-ons and a note. The note said today was a test, you want this that’s why I left you the bag, you’re mine now and tomorrow I’m going to take you, I suggest you use the plugs because I am a bitch without mercy I am going to bend you over and fuck your ass hard and long. I am going to punish emek escort you for looking at my thighs, for thinking about me without my permission, for looking at my ass when I bent over (I could feel your eyes on me). One more thing make sure you’re clean there’s a douche in there.

I put the stuff back in the bag and put the bag in the wardrobe, I hadn’t signed on for this, I could just return the bag tomorrow and have done with it. I couldn’t believe she thought I’d go for this I’d never done anything like this before. Yet I wanted her, I couldn’t get the image that she had implanted with that note of hers out of my head. Maybe I deserved to be punished, she was right I’d fantasised about her, I so wanted to bend her over, pull up her skirt, pull down her knickers and feel her warmth and tightness as I entered her. It was clear to me now I’d wanted her completely, I wanted her mouth, I’d wanted her sex and I’d wanted her ass and I wasn’t going to get it.

However, I could give her my mouth and my ass in the way that I wanted hers and I could take the punishment I deserved. I hadn’t even realised it, but I’d already got her bag out of the wardrobe and had emptied the contents onto my bed. I grabbed the douche and went to the bathroom, I followed the instructions and tried to insert it into my ass, it wouldn’t go in and it was far thinner than all her dildo’s and plugs. I lubricated it and this time it slipped in, I squeezed and emptied the contents into my ass, before the urge to expel my bowels took over, everything came out and I couldn’t have stopped it had I wanted. I did it again and found I enjoyed the sensation.

Prepared I grabbed the smallest dildo which was 7 inches in length, had a circumference of just under 5 inches and had a tapered end, put some lube on my ass and onto the dildo and tried to insert it. It didn’t want to go in, my ass just tightened up. This was not going to be easy, I started to panic I might not be able to serve her, my desires which had gone from taking her too been taken by her might go unfulfilled. I searched through her butt plugs and found an inflatable one. I took it in turns trying this and the dildo until I was able to take insert the dildo into my ass. It went the whole way in and thought, but I was still tight and it hurt when I moved it in and out, just when I thought I’d succeeded. I wiggled it around and my anal muscles finally started to relax, as I continued to fuck myself I caught sight of myself in the mirror, thought what am I doing.

I stopped pulled out the dildo, put the stuff I’d used in the sink and went to get a beer, disgusted with myself. An hour later I was back in the bedroom fucking my own ass with a bigger dildo, some strap on porn on the internet showing a guy tied up in a dungeon been taken at both ends by 2 hot mistresses egging each other on, whilst pulling myself off. As I came I could feel my ass gripping and releasing on the dildo, the mysterious blonde was right I did want this and I knew I’d let her do anything to me. I went to sleep exhausted and dreamt of her taking me.

The next day I couldn’t get any work done, I spent it in a state of constant arousal hoping and praying she’d take me, nervous that she’d change her mind and decide she didn’t want me, nervous that she wouldn’t change her mind and would fuck and punish me, because the there really would be no going back. I arrived early at the station; I didn’t want to miss her. She wasn’t there, I waited for the eryaman escort next train and she still hadn’t arrived. I was mad I wanted to go, but I was hers and I waited over an hour before I felt a hand around mine as she took her bag back. She just looked me in the eye and said I told you that you were mine.

She steered me onto the next train, no words were exchanged until we reached her stop. She said we got off here, I’ll lead the way. I guess this was my last chance to change my mind, but I didn’t even question her commands. She lived close to the station and let me into a plush apartment block. I had the pleasure of watching her walk up 5 flights of stairs; she knew exactly what effect she was having on me as I got harder each step she took. As she stopped outside her door and took her keys out she leaned up close and said once we’re through that door you do everything I say, immediately and without question, do you understand all I could do was nod.

She opened the door to reveal a hall and let me inside, closing the door behind us. Before I had taken 2 paces she commanded to stop and stand still, she rounded me, slapped me, loosened my belt and unbuttoned my trousers letting them fall around my ankles, she grabbed my throbbing cock and ordered me to pull my pants down to my knees. Mmmn I like a hard cock, you will keep it that way or be punished, she slapped me again and I understood. She took my manhood in her hand and led me over to the kitchen table, and then she bent down and put her mouth close up to my cock so I could feel her hot breath on me. She looked up at me licked her lips and said would you like some Tea.

Slightly taken aback I said sure fine, so she went over and flicked the kettle on, returning with a whip. She told me the kettle will boil in about 5 minutes, time for pain. You can beg for mercy but won’t get any, the whipping will continue until the kettle has boiled. Scream if you like the place is sound proofed, but you will count out loud each stroke and say Thank you Mistress, lose count, fail to thank Mistress and I’ll have to boil another kettle. With that she smiled, drew the whip up and brought it down hard on my cock. I screamed out loud, not only had I not been expecting to be whipped there, but it had hurt, fortunately I had the wherewithal to start counting and say thank you. She let out a cruel laugh and whipped my cock again before moving on to my ass, though she also found time to whip my thighs and hands.

By the time the kettle had boiled my ass was red and hot, she basked in its glow and congratulated me on completing the warm up and winning the use of lube. It was a privilege she said, that could be taken away. She asked me if I’d taken her advice and used the plugs and toys, I said yes, she inspected them and saw they were clean, did you properly disinfect these toys, yes Mistress I said, did you use a condom with them, yes Mistress I said. She slapped me and asked me again did you use a condom with them, yes Mistress I said. Good for you she said you get lube and she slapped me again.

With that she pulled up her skirt, when she had it lifted just above her knees I could see the tip of a strap-on close to her thighs and wondered how I’d not noticed it before as it was bigger than those in her bag, then it became clear she was wearing it like a holster on the inside of her thighs, using garter belts to hold it in place. She continued to drawer her skirt up and freed the enormous toy from esat escort her garter belts. She saw my expression as I was looking at her strap-on, pointed and said this isn’t that big, we’ll expand you over time if you’re a good slave and worthy of my continued attention.

Now suck me off and make sure you make it nice and wet, it’ll benefit you later. I went to work on her cock, I sucked it like I wanted mine sucking, making sure to coat it all in my saliva; she seemed to appreciate the effort and fucked my mouth a little making me gag. She stopped drew my gaze to hers and said you need to take it, is your mouth dry. I nodded, she took it out of my mouth, bent down and spat in my mouth, I thanked her and she spat again in my mouth before placing her cock deep in my mouth and fucking me. I fought the gag reflex and instead of trying to take fit her cock down my throat I just opened up as wide as could and tried to relax. I felt it push through and slide down my throat and she face fucked me like that for 30 seconds before withdrawing and then using long slow deep strokes on me.

She then withdrew her cock, put a condom on it and provided me with the lube to put on her cock and my ass. She then said I don’t need to hear you again and shoved a ball gag in my mouth and blindfolded me. She wandered around me using some of her cuffs to strap me firmly against the table. I couldn’t move and couldn’t speak, she teased my cock with her caress to check it was still hard for her fortunately for me I’d never been so hard in my life.

I like my men bent over she said, now it’s time to fuck you as you had wanted to do to me. She pressed the toy against my ass and waggled it around letting me feel the size and weight of the weapon she wielded before pushing it into me in one motion, it hurt and she knew as she held it there, spanked me, leaned in and told me it would be al-right as when she had finished with me I’d have no more trouble with this toy, that she was going to gape me with this ever-hard toy.

She was true to her word and fucked me hard and deep, towards the end of the fucking she would draw it all the way out and slip it straight back into my now accommodating ass. After she had finished with me, she remembered she’d never had that cup of tea so she put the kettle on again and returned to mercilessly whip my ass whilst it was boiling. This time she used a cane, my screams were muffled through the gag, but I was glad it was in as I couldn’t see how I could possibly have thanked her and counted each stroke. My cock had lost it’s erection with the power of those strokes. She slapped me and left me as she went to have her tea.

I didn’t know how long she left me there, I know I could here her walking around and I couldn’t help but picture her wonderful ass, to my amazement my erection had returned. It was then that she came back, she untied me, removed my gag and blindfold. She had changed from her business suit and was clad head to foot in leather. Her black thigh high boots were Italian leather and moulded for her legs, above that was a strap on bigger than the one she had taken me with before; she called it the czar, which was sitting below her tight corset. Her face was covered by a black cat girl mask.

You’re free to go and never return she said, however if you want to see me again, you’ll have to beg me to cane you and take my new cock. I thought it was humiliating been tied up and fucked, but now I could leave or I could beg for a caning and cock I couldn’t take. Oh one more thing she said as she pointed to a video camera in the corner of the room I’ll be filming you begging for it if you choose to stay. I had no choice I assumed the position and begged for her to cane me and to fuck me, to do anything and be allowed to come back. She smiled; I may even let you have a copy of the tape she said.

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Marie had just ended a relationship with a man. Raul hadn’t been a boyfriend; rather, he’d been the controlling figure in an unusual relationship focused on Marie’s beautiful “DD” breasts. He’d seen her in her tight tee shirt at the bar where she was a waitress and bluntly told her how he wanted to both abuse and worship her breasts. In just a few meetings he’d bound her breasts, whipped them, applied nipple clamps to them, and fucked them.

Raul had experimented with two kinds of suction devices on her nipples and had Marie using them on herself in between their encounters. She’d been a willing participant since it fed her own obsession with her breasts. She’d also enjoyed numerous intense orgasms.

It had ended when Raul had sought to bring in a black friend to tit fuck her- apparently because Raul found the image of his black cock sliding between her large pale breasts very appealing. She had refused- feeling that it was beyond an unspoken exclusive bond she had with Raul. Obviously, he hadn’t shared the bond. Her refusal had prompted him to immediately send her on her way.

Marie had no regrets. Raul had introduced her to several new ways to enjoy her breasts. For some unknown reason she’d submitted to his control immediately and without question; his attention to her breasts had been intense- not always pleasurable but appealing because she often obsessed about her breasts. She’d read about some of the breast centric things he did to her but she’d never experienced them before. She’d needed a teacher who wasn’t burdened by romance or social correctness.

Most recently, he’d intrigued her with the thought of using repeated suction as a means to make her nipples stand out permanently- not just when she was aroused. It had started when he’d put small vinyl suction cups on her nipples for about 15 minutes and she’d watched her nipples expand to gradually to fill the cups. Each cup was transparent and just large enough to envelope a nipple- providing suction as the pinched vinyl cup sought to return to its normal shape. The suction was relatively mild but the constant suction drew the nipple out to about ¾”. He’d correctly predicted that her nipples would remain somewhat enlarged and highly sensitive for upwards of an hour.

She had a violent orgasm when, after the suction session, he’d ravished her nipples with his hands and mouth. He’d said that repeated suction would produce some permanent enlargement of her nipples. Under Raul’s direction she’d begun a daily training regimen using the suction cups with self pleasuring at the end of each session.

Later, she’d started using a serious nipple pump. It consisted of a bulb and flexible tubing. The working end was a separate 3″ hard vinyl cylinder with an inside diameter of about ½”. One end connected to the tube on the pump and had a one-way valve. The other end slipped over the nipple. When the desired level of suction was reached with the bulb, the cylinder was detached and left sticking out obscenely from the nipple. They’d only used the pump a few times but he’d told her she’d be using it regularly. He’d given her the pump when he’d dismissed her.

Since their breakup a week ago she’d used the nipple pump each morning in the privacy of her bedroom. It was hard to handle the pump at first but she was becoming more adept. She’d get both nipples under suction and then set a timer for 15 minutes. As she’d done under Raul’s direction, she’d tease her pussy with her fingers while her nipples stretched. When the timer expired she’d remove the cylinders and could then devote herself to self pleasure through playing with her nipples and pussy. A great orgasm was the inevitable result.

Marie examined her nipples each morning and was excited by a visible increase in their “at rest” size. She envisioned wearing sheer bras and allowing her nipples to make distinct bumps in her tight tops. The guys would be drooling. This spurred her on the next morning to continue her nipple training and to pump just a little more firmly than she had the first week. Her nipples ached but as she played with her pussy she felt the ache was more lust than pain.

She was slightly concerned about damaging her nipples and decided a visit to her OB/GYN was prudent. Dr. Paul was a 35 year old male who was married to his nurse, Nancy. Marie thought he was sexy but he’d always been nothing less than professional with her and, of course, he was married.

Marie was sitting on the exam table when the Doctor came into the exam room with his nurse. He greeted her and asked the purpose of her visit. She was embarrassed but blurted out, “I’ve been pumping my nipples to make them more prominent. I wanted to ask if that works and also if I’m damaging them.”

The doctor replied, “Well, I don’t think there’s ever been a medical study published on that issue but, yes, repeated suction can make nipples larger. The suction breaks down some of the internal connective tissue that would normally cause the Çankaya Escort nipple to flatten. In other words, pumping won’t cause an erection like arousal does but they’ll probably remain more pronounced.”

The doctor then said, “On the other question, yes, you can do harm if you apply too much suction. I’ll have to examine you to see if what you’re doing is okay. Please open your shirt. You can probably just pull down your bra rather than having to remove it.”

Marie unbuttoned her shirt and said, “My bra hooks in front; I might as well just open it.”

She unclasped the bra and pushed the shirt and bra to her sides leaving her chest fully exposed.

Dr. Paul moved closer to Marie and stared closely at Marie’s nipples which he could see were getting erect. He calmly observed, “I don’t see any evidence of tissue damage. Your nipples are getting erect so I can’t say whether pumping has changed their passive state.” He then reached out and grabbed Marie’s left nipple and rubbed it gently between his fingers. Marie stifled a gasp as she could feel her pussy contract.

The doctor then moved his fingers to her right nipple. He then said, “Everything seems to be fine. Don’t use more suction than you’ve been using. That might cause damage. Remember that the enlargement is gradual.”

Moving away, the doctor told her she could restore her bra and blouse. He then seemed to look at his nurse for a moment before continuing, “As you know Nancy is my wife so with what I’m about to say I’m not sneaking around or being unfaithful. Forget for a moment that I’m your doctor; this is personal. Nancy and I have pumped her nipples in the past. We share a certain obsession with her nipples and it sounds like you might have something in common with us. Perhaps you’d like to come to our condo this evening and the three of us could discuss what we might have in common.”

Marie was a little taken aback but recovered and said, “That sounds very interesting. Give me a time and your address and I’ll be there.”

Arriving at the doctor’s condo at the appointed time, Marie was greeted with a hug and kiss on the cheek by Nancy wearing a silk robe and high heels. Nancy seemed much sexier than Marie had ever noticed in the office. Her hair was down and Marie could see that she had a great figure. Paul offered Marie a glass of wine and urged Marie and Nancy to sit next to each other on the couch.

Paulthen said, “Marie, here I’m not a doctor. I’m Paul. I’m a man in the privacy of his home. Nancy and I enjoy our intimacy and our privacy. We trust we can all rely on each other’s total discretion about anything we say or do here.”

Marie nodded her assent and said, “Of course.”

Paul then continued, “As I told you earlier, about 5 years ago Nancy used a nipple pump every day for about a month. Her nipples definitely got larger. She now pumps them once a week. I don’t think it’s necessary but we both enjoy the ritual and her nipples are incredibly sensitive after she pumps. Nancy, why don’t you show Marie your nipples?”

Nancy opened her robe and Marie saw two surgically enhanced breasts with huge nipples. The nipples were pierced with large gold rings. Nancy was obviously proud of her chest- pushing it out toward Marie and saying, “As you can see my natural breasts weren’t as perfect as yours but I had a great surgeon who I think made mine pretty nice. Paul didn’t mention my rings. We added those about a year ago. You can touch if you want to.”

Marie tentatively fingered the rings and said, “These are fascinating but I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

Nancy seemed to enjoy Marie’s touch. She said, “I love my rings but Paul says sometimes he enjoys feeling my nipples with his mouth without the rings. I think he’s just greedy.” After a minute Nancy said, “May I see your nipples, Marie? At the office we had to be very clinical and I wasn’t very close to you. I’d love to see them up close and I’d love to suck on them.” As she spoke Nancy reached toward Marie’s top blouse button. Marie twisted toward Nancy in acquiescence. When the buttons were all open Marie shrugged off her blouse and removed her bra.

Nancy first stared at Marie’s chest and said simply, “Beautiful.” She then lowered her face closer to Marie and said, “Your breasts are beautiful. I don’t know what your nipples looked like before but they look great right now.” With that she took Marie’s right nipple into her mouth and gently explored it with her lips and tongue. Marie gasped with excitement. She placed her hands on Nancy’s shoulders but didn’t push her away. Nancy moved to her other nipple and made gentle love to it with her mouth. Marie squirmed in her seat with arousal.

As she fondled both breasts, Nancy returned her mouth to Marie’s right nipple. Nancy withdrew slightly and said, “Paul and I were talking earlier. We don’t want to overwhelm you. If we go too far, just tell us to stop.” Marie nodded. Cebeci Escort Nancy then added, “You have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. I’m not a lesbian or anything but I am in love with my own breasts and Paul is obsessed with them. They’re a pretty central part of our sex life. I’m guessing your tits are the focus of your sex life, too. Can Paul suck on your other nipple? We’ve both been thinking about them ever since your office visit today.”

Marie said, “Yes, I’d like that.”

Paul moved to sit on the other side of Marie. Nancy and Paul each fondled one of Marie’s breasts and she basked in the attention. Paul then asked, “How did you get into breast pumping?” Marie told them briefly about Raul. They were both intrigued and pushed for more details. Marie described the various things she’d done with him. Paul finally said, “I can’t resist anymore. I need to suck on you.”

Nancy added, “Me, too.”

They attacked Marie’s nipples. There was probably more teasing and biting than sucking but all of them were enjoying the experience. They soon had Marie lifting her hips off the couch in arousal. This led to a crashing orgasm and she pushed her new friends away saying she was too sensitive to continue. Nancy and Paul sat up- each taking a deep breath.

Paul said, “I’ll give you a rest but I definitely need more of your breasts.” Paul then said, “Nancy, I think you should tell Marie a bit about what you’ve been doing with your breasts. She might like to join you- perhaps not today but soon”

Nancy smiled and told Marie that she pumped her nipples for 15 minutes every Sunday morning. Paul helped with the needed removal of her rings. After the 15 minutes Paul also helped by playing with her nipples and then fucking her. Nancy said that was what they did on most Sundays. On an occasional Sunday, Nancy said she’d tell Paul he had to wait to fuck her. On those days after the pumping session he’d replace her rings with another set of rings that had weights attached. She’d wear the weighted rings all day without a bra. Her tits would ache but the weights would also make her incredibly horny. Before dinner Paul would remove the rings and bind her wrists behind her back. He’d suck on her nipples gently until she orgasmed. His reward for waiting all day was their agreement that he didn’t have to stop when she’d cum. He would frequently keep sucking on her or playing with her nipples as she thrashed through several orgasms. She’d then let him fuck her or give him a blow job.

Nancy continued that that they had also discovered breast bondage. Paul had learned several Japanese rope patterns that they’d tried. The rope bondage had also led them to discover a “bondage bra” which was essentially a set of leather straps that Paul could use to bind Nancy’s breasts. After experimenting with one such bra, they’d found a leather working shop and had a bondage bra custom made for Nancy using the softest leather available. Nancy told Marie that she should get one of these made for her. Nancy smiled and said, “I’m sure Paul would love to measure you and arrange for the bra to be made if you’d let him bind your breasts when it arrives.” Nancy then said, “In fact, if you get a bra made, Perhaps we can go to lunch someday- We can bind each others’ breasts more loosely than Paul does mine and then go to lunch- secretly wearing our bondage bras under heavy sweaters. After lunch we can come back here and play with each other. ” Marie laughed softly but was silently very excited at the thoughts that Nancy was expressing.

She replied, “I can’t wait.”

Nancy said, “You’ll have to come with me to the leather shop. It’s run by a woman named Mary who does all of her own leather work. She’s very nice but let me tell you how I first met her. Two years ago Paul told me he wanted to get me a custom made body harness. He’d been able to measure me for the bra and call in the info, but Mary, the shop owner, said she’d need to measure me herself for the harness. We went to the shop and I had to stand there naked as Mary measured me all over and discussed alternative designs with Paul as if I wasn’t there. The thing that made it even sexier was that Paul had made me wear tall high heeled boots to the shop. I didn’t know that being naked and wearing boots was needed but Mary insisted that I strip and leave the boots on. I had to stand there naked in my boots while a stranger commented on my body and measured me. Mary is the one who gave us the idea of piercing my nipples. She told Paul my breasts would look even better in the harness with piercings. She said if I had nipple rings she would modify the harness to connect to the rings.

It was very hot to know that the leather harness would be customized to my body and even hotter to think of the harness fastened to my nipples. It made me feel like a “pony girl” in a porn novel.

A week later we repeated the whole scene so that I could have a final Çukurambar Escort fitting. Mary later told me that she insists on the nudity and boots for the measuring and fitting sessions.

Apparently as I was thinking of myself as a pony girl, she was too. She says she fantasizes about designing and crafting “tack” for ponies like me and really enjoys subjecting the pony to a little humiliation!”

Nancy then added, “Actually, I should tell you that while I’m not a pony girl, I love my harness. It’s super soft and is similar to the bondage bra on top. It has lots of buckles and two straps that run through my crotch.

I sometimes wear it to the office under my nurse’s uniform. It’s a tease for both Paul and me. For most of the day, I wear it loosely but about an hour before the last patient, Paul tightens the crotch straps to excite me. We then have wild sex right after we close the office.”

Finally, Nancy said, she’d also discovered a product called a “breast cuff” and bought a pair on the Internet. Rather than try to describe them, Nancy said, “Wait here and I’ll show you.” Nancy left the room and returned in a minute carrying some latex and leather dangling from her hand. She dropped the leather next to Paul and handed him the latex.

Moving close to Paul Nancy said, “Put the cuffs on me so Marie can see how perverted we are.” Paul took the latex from Nancy and separated one circular piece from another. As he stretched one over Nancy’s right breast, Marie could see it was similar to a two inch wide rubber band with a diameter -as he stretched it- large enough to pass around her breast. After reaching Nancy’s chest wall, Paul began to extract his fingers which allowed the band to shrink. Nancy gasped as the band squeezed around the base of her breast. Paul then repeated the application on her other breast. Marie soon saw Nancy’s breasts swell and turn color as hers had done under Raul’s rope bondage.

Nancy’s breasts looked lewd and Marie couldn’t help herself. She caressed Nancy’s breasts- feeling their heat and the pressure that the bands had created. Marie was jealous that her breasts weren’t suffering like Nancy’s and vowed to herself that she’d buy a set of these cuffs the next day.

Paul interrupted her train of thought saying, “These leather straps are also very effective for breast bondage. May I show you?”

Marie turned to him and pushed out her chest saying, “Yes; watching Nancy has made me very horny.”

Paul encircled Marie’s right breast with a soft 1″ wide leather strap. Pushing it against the wall of her chest, he lifted her breast with one hand while pulling the end of the strap through the buckle and closing the clasp. It was just beyond snug and caused her breast to bulge outward.

He then put the other strap around her left breast and repeated the process while saying, “Why don’t you enjoy each other. Touching someone’s bound tits while your own are bound would seem to be a pretty unique experience. I’ll tell you when it’s been 10 minutes and we should loosen the cuffs.”

Marie and Nancy didn’t need Paul to direct them. They moved closer and fondled each others’ swollen breasts and kissed passionately. Their breasts hurt but the pressure was highly sexual. Their arousal fed on the discomfort of their swollen breasts pushing into each other.

Marie whispered to Nancy, “My breasts feel like they’re on fire and I can feel the heat from yours.” Marie let her hand explore Nancy’s pussy and said, “I’ve never touched another woman’s pussy before. I’m so excited by your breasts, I can’t help it.”

Nancy had some difficulty reaching under Marie’s skirt and then found her tight panties limited her ability to play with Marie but even the indirect touch of Nancy’s fingers had Marie writhing with passion.

Paul announced that ten minutes had elapsed and it was time to free their breasts. Marie and Paul worked together to remove the latex cuffs from Nancy. Nancy cringed when her breasts were squeezed even more as they tried to stretch the latex and slide it over her swollen tits. Marie’s leather cuffs were much easier. Paul directed Marie to re-position herself so that Nancy could suck on her newly freed breasts while he did the same to Nancy’s. Both women were soon crying out with passion and then shaking from violent orgasms.

After a minute, Nancy asked Marie, “Can Paul fuck your tits? The one negative of implants is that they aren’t as soft and pliable as natural tits. Yours look perfect for tit fucking and I’m excited to think of how much Paul’s cock will enjoy your big soft pillows.”

Marie stood to shed her skirt and panties. She then locked eyes with Paul. Confident that he was watching her, she lewdly reached between her legs and brought her juices up to smear the inner slope of her breasts. She repeated the process making her breasts glisten with lubrication in the soft light of the room. Paul watched every move with his cock jerking up and down in the air. Marie then knelt on the couch so Paul could stand in front of her. His cock seemed larger than Raul’s and Marie found it thrilling to watch as it slid between her breasts.

She squeezed her breasts tightly together and Paul murmured, “Oh… God that feels good…” He didn’t last long. Marie’s neck was soon covered by his cum.

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Chloe whimpered as I used my penis to play whack-a-mole, though there was only one mole and it was her cervix. We were in the missionary position, her small body almost invisible under me. She had her face buried in my chest, letting me smell her hair and nibble on her ears. I had emptied my tank last night, so I decided to top her off before breakfast. She gave her signature squeal, letting me know I could release everything.

I pulled out of her, watching my semen dribble out of her pussy. “So how was that? Did it feel better than last night?”

“Yeah, it kinda did!” She had a smile on her face but was crying for some reason.

“Chloe, are you ok?”

“I’m ok.”

“But why are you tearing up?”

“I don’t know; my eyes are just wet.”

She was crying like this last night. “Are you sure you’re ok? Are you sure it didn’t hurt? If there is anything wrong, you can tell me.”

“I was a little sore, but it didn’t hurt. I don’t know why I have tears like this.”

Crying during sex? Oh well, it definitely seemed like a quirk fitting her. I love her to death, but Jesus, it’s like she’s intentionally trying to be pitiful. It’s not fair how cute she is. The other girls came in, and some kind of canine sympathy instinct must have kicked in with Sonja because she hugged Chloe and licked the tears off her cheeks. Momo’s eyes fell to Chloe’s creampie and her tail began to curl.

“Can Momo have the semen in Chloe?”

Well that’s a new one. I turned to Chloe. “It’s up to you.”

She blushed in embarrassment, returning to her natural, timid self. “I-I-I don’t know! I guess?”

Without word or hesitation, Momo crawled onto the bed, dipped her head between Chloe’s legs, and began lapping up my semen out of her pussy. Chloe moaned from the feel of a feminine tongue slipping inside her, and the sight of Momo going full girl-on-girl brought back my boner with a vengeance. I couldn’t help myself, I got behind Momo and mounted her. The feeling of penetration made her purr and she continued slurping up my cum out of Chloe. I gripped her by the hips, burning away what little morning fatigue I had left, every slam I made pushing her face deeper into Chloe’s flower.

Beside us, Sonja was jumping up and down and clapping with a big smile on her face. “I wanna try! I wanna try!”

She got onto all fours and snaked her way between Chloe’s slender legs. Chloe was covering her face in embarrassment as Momo and Sonja diddled her labia, each taking a lip for themselves and letting their tongues fight for the white syrup trickling out. I was fingering Sonja like I had last night, almost using her to help maintain my balance. When I pulled out of Momo, I plunged into Sonja, and vice versa. I switched after a minute, forcing myself on Sonja and letting my fingers stir Momo’s insides.

Even though I had just blown my load in Chloe, I could feel another shot brewing, and I couldn’t hold it back. I pulled out of Sonja and began jacking off. “Hey girls!” Sonja and Momo turned to me, just as a stream of sperm shot forth, flying through the air and landing on their faces. They both seemed dumbfounded, unable to process this new event, but after a few seconds, the confusion abated as they remembered seeing people do this on those porn videos.

I sat back, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. “Ah, life is good.”

—

Now that Chloe and I had made the beast with two backs, things seemed to finally stabilize. While hard to properly describe, Chloe seemed more confident than before, albeit remaining shy and pitiful. It was like… she had finally accepted that this was her home and we were her family, that she wasn’t just a guest or even an intruder. Momo and Sonja had also gotten used to her. In fact, all three had gotten very “used” to each other. I don’t know if they did it out of actual sexual attraction, but the girls had started going down on each other like that morning, especially after I filled one of them up.

Momo and Sonja seemed to do it mostly to drink up any semen I had fired, but also out of boredom when we all played together. If I were having sex with Momo, Sonja would be licking Chloe, and if I were having sex with Sonja, Chloe would go down on Momo. Since Chloe didn’t like the taste of semen, I think she mostly did it as a way to prove herself, to show that she could keep up, and her natural timid nature made her want to please others and make them happy, as well as return the favor.

The colors of fall had met their end, the reds, yellows, and oranges replaced with brown and gray, but that meant it was one of my favorite times of year: Thanksgiving. Normally I’d visit my folks for dinner and have someone cat-sit Momo, but this year was different. I called and told them that I had met a girl and she invited me to her parents’ house for dinner and that I’d try to visit them some other time. Now that I had three girls to take care of, the responsibility was on me to prepare dinner. Luckily, I had the Internet for help.

—

Momo and Sonja stared demetevler escort at the frozen turkey with mouths watering. Even though it was all wrapped up and turned into a solid block, they knew what it was: meat, countless pounds of glorious meat. I had prepared plenty of chickens before, but they had never seen a bird of this size. Chloe was drawn to the bag of potatoes instead, omnivorous like Momo and Sonja but preferring fruits and vegetables. If only they knew that there was a cake hidden in the fridge…

“Master, is something going on?” Sonja asked.

“Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a special holiday. You celebrate it with a big dinner of turkey and mashed potatoes, so I want the four of us to eat at the table.”

“We’re going to eat this whole thing?” Momo gasped.

“Well I’m hoping we can get two dinners out of it, but yeah, and I’m going to need your help in getting it ready.”

“Yes!” they all cheered.

—

That next day, I made sure to have a light breakfast so I could stuff my face at dinner. Chloe and I cleaned and brined the turkey while I had Momo prepare a woven blanket of bacon to drape over it. I gave the turkey neck to Sonja, telling her to peel off as much flesh as possible to be added to the gravy. Unfortunately, a lot of the work with the turkey was left with Chloe, as I was constantly turning around to stop Momo and Sonja from eating their tasks. Sonja would be standing over the sink, gnawing on the turkey neck like a bone from a butcher shop. Momo would be chewing on the bacon strips like lengths of jerky.

Towards the middle of the afternoon, I managed to get it into the oven. Next were the potatoes. “Ok, girls, gather around because I’m leaving the mashed potatoes entirely to you.”

I sat them down at the table with a big pot filled with potatoes and water and set out a cutting board, knife, vegetable peeler, and a bowl. “Momo, the first part is yours. Take each of these potatoes and use this to cut off the skin.” I showed her how to use the peeler, letting her watch with wide eyes as a brown and white ribbon began to unravel with the rotating of the spud in my hand.

“Now you have to be careful with this. Never let the blades touch your fingers or you will get cut. Make sure you get every single spot, and if you find any bruised areas or parts that don’t look right, just keep scraping them off with the peeler. Put the peels in this bowl and we’ll add them to our compost pile.

Next, Chloe, your job is to cut them into quarters. It’s easy, just make sure you do it slowly and watch your fingers.” I took the cutting knife and divided the potato into pieces. Chloe was fearful of the long blade, but I made sure she knew where to put her fingers.

“Then you’ll put the pieces back into the pot. Sonja, when all the potatoes are peeled, cut, and back in the pot, you’ll take it to the sink and drain out the dirty water and put in fresh water. I’ll put it on the stove, and when they’re ready, you’ll have the most important job.”

Her ears perked up. “The most important job?” she asked with a joyous grin.

“You’ll be the one to mash them.” I handed her the potato masher, which she received like it was Excalibur. “You’re going to turn them into mush. You have more than enough energy for that.”

“Yes, Master!”

—

It was dark out, the sun having long since set this deep into autumn. It was just about time for dinner, and the kitchen was echoing with the sound of meat being cut, potatoes being pulverized, and stomachs growling. I was carving the turkey, not wanting to do it at the dinner table. The bacon juice had mixed in with the turkey meat perfectly and the smell was almost making me delirious with longing.

TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!

The potato masher knocked against the inside of the pot like the firing pin of an Uzi. Sonja was going wild, her hair almost flapping as she whipped up the spuds. The jiggling of her tits was glorious, to say the least. She didn’t have extraordinary arm strength, but she did have endless reservoirs of canine energy. If I hung a frisbee in front of her, she could run for hours on a treadmill.

At last, everything was ready. The girls all sat at the table and I laid out a platter of turkey meat and the pot of mashed potatoes. I loaded all of our plates and sat down. “Now, before we start eating, it is Thanksgiving tradition for us to each name something we are grateful for. Momo, would you like to start? What is something you are happy to have?”

She rocked on her chair for a couple moments, eyes screwed shut. “Momo is happy that Master plays with her.”

“Thank you. Sonja?”

She jumped up from her chair. “I’m happy that Master pets me and rubs my head and throws the frisbee for me!”

“I love those things too. Chloe?”

Her head drooped between her shoulders, blushing with embarrassment but with a tiny smile on her lips. “I’m happy that Master lets me live here.”

“Thank dikmen escort you, and I’m happy to have all of you girls in my life. Now, let’s eat.”

We dove in, and my hopes were dashed for enough leftovers for another dinner. We ate like lions, leaving only enough for the girls to have lunch the next day. After that, we had cake, must to the girls’ happiness. That night, we didn’t play together, simply because we were all too full to move.

—

With the arrival of December, gentle snowstorms became more and more frequent, a calm and beautiful precursor to the blustery winter approaching. The final days of the girls’ nudity puttered out like the last coughs of a car out of gas. They had obstinately clung to their animal instincts as long as they could, but even with a fire burning in the woodstove, the slightest draft made them shiver. Chloe was handling the cold better than Momo and Sonja, even though it was her first winter. The dog and cat were used to having thick fur to keep the cold at bay. It was especially bad for Momo, since as a woman and a cat, she was practically cold-blooded. That’s right, I said it and I’m standing by it.

Whenever the snow started to fall, Sonja would go outside and frolic, her face always directed upwards, tongue extended, as if trying to catch Jack Frost’s money shot. In the bedroom would be Chloe, watching the snow as if hypnotized. In the living room was Momo, who had set up bedding for herself right in front of the woodstove.

—

“I’m home!” I called, stepping through the front door.

There wasn’t really any need to announce my arrival, since the girls always flocked to the door when they saw my headlights and heard the shutting of my car door. Sonja was first, jumping up and down and cheering with her tail shaking even more than her boobs. She came at me and covered me with kisses, telling me how much she had missed me.

Then came Momo, standing behind Sonja, looking kind of out of it with her bedhead telling me she had just woken up from a nap. “Hi, Master,” she said with a yawn. She walked over and rubbed her head against my shoulder, repeating her words in the form of a purr.

In the far back was Chloe, nervous as always, afraid to do anything without an invitation. “Welcome back, Master!” she chirped while wringing her tail. I smiled and waved her over, and she happily rushed and hugged me.

The girls followed me to the couch and we all plopped down. I groaned in happiness, glad that I was finally home. It felt nice to decompress after a long day and just watch the news. The girls all snuggled up, Momo curling into a ball with her head on my lap, Sonja clutching my arm and resting her head on my shoulder, and Chloe sitting on the floor, crossing my legs across her like a seatbelt.

“How was your day, Master?” Sonja asked during the commercial break. I had taught them all to only talk during the commercial break.

“Long, tiring. Everything seems to go wrong in the winter.”

“Can I help? I wanna help!”

I smiled and rubbed her head. “I rely on you to do stuff here. You do help.”

“Momo misses cuddling with Master during the day,” the feline said, purring as I played with her ears.

“And Master misses cuddling with Momo.”

Chloe looked back at me. “Want us to make dinner?”

“Thank you, Chloe, I’d really appreciate that. And I have good news for the three of you: we have another holiday coming. In a couple weeks, it’ll be Christmas.”

They all perked up.

“Christmas?” Momo asked.

“It’s a day where we all give each other presents. I want each of you to make things to give as gifts. It could be drawings, pictures, or something else, but you have to keep them secret so it’s a surprise when we exchange them on Christmas. So, Momo, you’re going to have to come up with gifts more Sonja, Chloe, and me. Sonja and Chloe, you’ll have to do the same. You all get the idea?”

Momo sat up and leaned over, her face very close to mine, as if she was about to kiss me. “Will Master get us cake?”

I laughed and gave her a peck. “Yes, of course I’ll get you cake.”

—

The girls spent the rest of December working on their presents. I had to hope that they actually did understand the purpose of giving gifts to each other. Naturally, I was taking advantage of eBay. A quiet weekday found Momo lying on her stomach in front of the couch, legs kicking and tail curling as she worked on a picture. Peeling crayons and stubby colored pencils littered the floor around her. She heard the door open and close and Sonja strolled in. Seeing Momo, her tail began to wag.

“Wat’cha doin’?” she hummed.

“Drawing.”

“Can I see?”

“They’re for Christmas.”

“I wanna see!”

Sonja came over and Momo used her body to cover the picture. “No! Master said it’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“But I can’t wait that long!”

Sonja got down on the floor and tried to worm her way under Momo, to which Momo replied with elvankent escort a hiss and a swipe. Sonja backed off but her tail was wagging even more than before. She was on all fours and started bouncing on her hands, the way a normal dog might try and wake up its owner. Sonja pounced, not even aiming for the picture anymore. She and Momo collided and rolled across the floor, grabbing and slapping each other. Sonja had a big goofy smile but Momo was scowling and hissing. They continued to wrestle like this, with Sonja pouncing on Momo whenever she tried to get away.

Drawn by the noise, Chloe came downstairs, and, of course, broke out the waterworks. “You two shouldn’t fight!” she cried.

They finally stopped, Momo on top of Sonja. “Tell her that!” she replied.

“But I want to wrestle and play!” Sonja said as she wrapped her arms around Momo’s waist and rolled the two of them over to the side. “I want someone to play with!”

Neither Momo nor Chloe envisioned sex after hearing that word, as the three of them naturally knew that “play” was a vague term. To them, “playing” included cunnilingus and throwing frisbees.

“We could play hide-and-seek,” suggested Chloe, the small creature instinctively pulling her ears down over her face as if expecting to get yelled at.

“Yeah! Let’s play hide-and-seek! Come play with us, Momo!”

Momo groaned. “Momo doesn’t like the cold.”

“Just one round? Please?”

“Fine,” she huffed.

—

While Momo and Chloe ran through the woods, Sonja stood in the kitchen, watching the ticking egg timer. Well, technically, she was jumping, bouncing back and forth like a rabbit. She couldn’t contain her excitement, wanting to run out there and chase them down. One minute went by. It had just snowed the night before, so there would be fresh prints for her to follow. Two minutes went by. Momo would probably just run without realizing it, or at the very least look for areas where her footprints would be harder to see. Three minutes passed by. Chloe, having the instincts of prey, might prove cleverer, perhaps even backtracking to throw her off. Four minutes passed by. They would be smart enough not to actually run through the woods, at least not in smooth areas. They would probably try to stay in areas with underbrush, where ice couldn’t form on the ground.

The egg timer ringed and Sonja rocketed out of the house, the door closing behind her only because of how hard she had opened it. She ran around the house, searching for prints that weren’t her own. Who should she go after first? She found a set, smelling like Momo and too large to be Chloe. She took a moment to jump up and down and cheer in happiness, and then followed the tracks into the woods.

As a fellow meat-lover, Sonja could read the intention of Momo’s prints. She didn’t know how to run away from things since she was always the predator. She could only try to apply those instincts to what she was doing. Whether consciously or subconsciously, she always walked along ridges and raised spots, instinctively wanting to get the highest view she could, even if she wasn’t looking for anything in particular. She had also avoided almost all manner of visible twigs, focusing on silence, even though it wasn’t needed.

The tracks stopped at the base of a tree and Sonja looked up. Crouching on a branch and trying to hide behind the trunk was Momo.

“I found you!” said Sonja.

“Momo doesn’t like being followed,” she pouted.

“Let’s go find Chloe!”

Momo jumped down and they made their way back to the house. They searched the area, at last finding Chloe’s prints leading in the opposite direction from Momo’s trail. They dove into the woods, keeping their eyes peeled. Chloe had taken a different strategy, dragging her feet along to make one big messy trench through the snow. Sonja realized why when Momo called out to her. Sonja was ahead of Momo but was turned around, seeing what Momo was pointing at. Sonja had missed a footprint going off the trail and into an uneven thicket where snow hadn’t completely covered the ground. The messy footprints she left had made it that much easier to simply turn around and backtrack.

They followed the new path, keeping a closer eye on the snow. Chloe used that trick another two times. They soon spotted her standing in a clearing, not bothering to hide or anything. She was crying. When Momo and Sonja came up behind her, they saw why she was crying and both their tails dropped. A girl lay dead in the snow, frozen solid, her skin a frightful cerulean. She had pointed ears on the top of her head, like Momo’s, but longer and skinnier. They were brown, matching the color of her hair. She also had a furry, leaf-shaped tail, about twice as large as a human hand, the back of it brown but the underside white.

Momo and Sonja leaned against each other and pulled Chloe in. It took their breath away to see another girl exactly like them, who simply hadn’t been found in time. This deer, had she simply been closer to the house, they maybe could have saved her from the cold. She would have lived with them, played with them, exchanged gifts at Christmas. She would be a huge part of their lives. Now they would never know. When Chloe was found, she had already been suffering from frostbite. To think that she could have so easily ended up like this, it was no wonder she was crying.

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