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Sara leaned forward. “So, are you doing anything after class?” she asked.

“I hadn’t thought about it,” said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.

Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sara played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.

“Wanna go see a movie?” Sara said, her heart pounding. She’d been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.

“Sure, that would be great,” Kerry said.

The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor’s lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn’t dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she’d never told anyone outside her family.

Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara’s shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. “You have beautiful hair,” Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. “Is it naturally curly?”

Sara’s heart began to beat harder again. “It’s always been like this,” she said. “I tried straightening it once. Didn’t take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish.” She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.

“Oh, thank you,” said Kerry. “So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first.”

Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. “Yes, let’s change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see.”

They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara’s room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry’s was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.

“Meet you back here in ten minutes?” Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.

“Okay.”

In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn’t want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect.

Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.

“Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs,” Kerry said.

“Thanks. I love those jeans, too.” Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, “They really make your butt look fine.”

“I heard that new movie about aliens is good,” Sara said as they walked outside.

“Really? You like that sort of thing?” Kerry asked. “I was thinking it might be fun emek escort to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It’s romantic, you know.”

Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?

“Should we drive to the theater or walk?” Kerry asked.

“I could use the exercise. Let’s walk,” Sara said.

The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children’s playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. “Isn’t he cute? He reminds me of my brother’s best friend,” she said.

“I guess he’s cute, but he’s not my type,” Kerry said.

“Really? Who is your type?”

“Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

Sara felt for Kerry’s hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.

“Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?”

She found Kerry’s hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara’s bare thigh. “Just checking,” she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry’s hand on her leg.

Kerry’s hand gradually drifted up Sara’s thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.

After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. “I hope there aren’t any bears in the woods,” Kerry said. “I’m terrified of bears.”

“Me, too,” said Sara. “And scorpions.”

She kissed Sara’s lips and put her hands on Sara’s butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry’s tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara’s butt. “You have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

“Not as nice as yours,” Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. “Do you know low long I’ve dreamed of kissing you?”

“As long as I dreamed of doing this?” Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara’s breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara’s shorts and pulled it down.

“Should we go back to the dorm?” Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn’t want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.

They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy’s eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.

“Whose room are we going to?” Kerry asked.

“My roommate won’t be in,” said Sara. “She went home for the weekend.”

“Mine hardly ever leaves the room,” said Kerry. “Let’s go to your room.”

As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry’s T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy eryaman escort white bra. “Let me help you with that,” Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry’s nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.

Kerry unbuttoned Sara’s shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara’s bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, “I love your panties. There’s something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties.”

“I’m glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?”

“Why don’t you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?”

Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry’s jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!

“You are so gorgeous,” Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry’s moist panties between her legs.

Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn’t gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, “I like these panties for lots of reasons.”

“Like what?”

“One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It’s fun to tease the boys. And the girls,” she added, kissing Kerry’s lip and nibbling her tongue softly.

“That’s a good reason. Any others?”

Was Kerry’s question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. “Well, there is one other reason,” she said slowly.

“What’s that?”

“You might think it’s gross.”

“Why not try me?”

Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn’t tell now, she might never be able to. “Okay. Well, sometimes, when I’m in public and there’s no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I’m in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties.”

There. She’d said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.

“Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents,” said Kerry.

“I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . .”

“Really? I’ve never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?” She sucked on Sara’s left nipple.

“Oh, that feels so good,” Sara moaned. “Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you’re all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It’s almost as good as. . . .” She hesitated.

“As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I’ll tell you a secret.”

“Okay, you first.”

“Once,” Kerry said, “when he was nineteen and I was eighteen, I sucked my brother’s cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it.”

“And did he?”

“Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother’s tighty-whities.”

“So how was it?”

“It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys’ cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it’s your turn.”

“Okay. Well, sometimes, when I’m really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . .”

“Yes?” Sara could hear the excitement esat escort in Kerry’s voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.

“As it happens, I need to go right now.” Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.

“Go? You mean poop?”

“Yes.”

Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara’s panties. She put her fingers against Sara’s throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara’s ear, “I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop.” Kerry’s tongue parted Sara’s lips as she finished speaking.

Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry’s. She explored Kerry’s mouth with her tongue as Kerry’s fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry’s panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry’s ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry’s ass and relaxed her own muscles.

Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry’s tongue. Kerry massaged Sara’s ass, her hands running over Sara’s white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.

Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. “You’re doing it. Sara, you’re pooping. You’re doing a poo in your panties!”

Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara’s ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another lump of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry’s anus.

“Oh, that feels good,” said Kerry. “Push harder.”

Sara didn’t know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry’s bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd burst into her well-filled panties.

As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara’s orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara’s ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.

“I’m coming!” Kerry cried out. “I’m coming, and I need to poo!”

Sara hadn’t imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry’s asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry’s panties against her cheeks. “Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!”

Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara’s neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry’s panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry’s poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.

Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.

Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry’s ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. “Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You’re so good at it, I’d have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping.”

“Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I’m glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We’d better go panty shopping tomorrow.”

“I agree,” Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other’s arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.

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This is a continuation of the story, Rod Meats Jackie, and both those stories lead to the end story, no pun intended, All She Wanted.

After Rod divorced his wife, Jackie and Rod met in an arrangement by friends through the flying club to which he belonged. They had gone on a flying trip together and ended up at her apartment in a night of frenzied, fun sex.

Jackie lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment, jam-packed with furniture. Rod lived in a three-bedroom house, half-furnished. Rod had divorced his wife when he learned she was addicted to cocaine and was fucking anyone and everyone under the influence of the coke and to get more of that drug and others, even some she was injecting. Rod offered to help his wife in recovery from the drugs, and when she refused, everything in the divorce, but she took only about half or less of the home furnishings. He got the house to which his wife kept returning even after he had divorced her, even after Jackie moved in with him to fill the house, more completely furnish it with the furniture from her small apartment.

One morning, Rod’s wife, Sherry, came to visit. Sitting with him at the bar in the kitchen on a stool, dressed in one of her finest, white, clingy dresses, she noticed suddenly when she got up to fill her cup from the pot of coffee he had made for them while they talked and Jackie still slept in the master bedroom that her dress was sticking to the bar stool.

“Oh,” Sherry said, “this is all sticky. What is that?”

Rod could only chuckle, then suggest they move to the table in the dining room. The night before, actually earlier that morning, Jackie and Rod had sex on the bar stool. Rod and Jackie were drinking heavily and screwing constantly, every day and night, everywhere – in the house, on the beach, in public parks, where ever they were, they fucked. Rod had joined an after hours
club that opened at 2 a.m. and closed at sunrise. The name of the club as a matter of fact was Sunrise, frequented by waiters, waitresses, bartenders and other rowdy, drinking people.

The night and morning before, as was their habit, Jackie and Rod had gone to the Sunrise, drank and danced until early morning and came home to his house, now their house. Loaded to the gills and horny as usual they had sat at the kitchen bar to have one more drink before going to bed. Rod made them Sicilian Kisses – Southern Etlik escort Comfort with whiskey garnished with maraschino cherries. Relaxing in their home, naked at the kitchen bar, him kissing, licking and sucking her globular mammaries, swirling his tongue in her hairy armpits, fingering her slimy, thicklipped, furry cunny between her fat thighs, her stroking his tumescent manhood, leaning over from time to time to kiss, lick and suck it, he soon started taking cherries from the jar and shoving them into her lovehole.

In a few minutes the jar was empty except for the red juice. Jackie’s hairy box was filled with a dozen or more, who was counting, of the stemless, seedless cherries. Rod knelt on the kitchen floor, pulled Jackie’s fat butt to the edge of the stool, and started eating the cherries out of her girlcum-oozing snatch. When Rod had a mouthful of the girlcum-coated cherries he stood up, leaned over Jackie and fed the slimy, red fruit into her mouth. She and Rod chewed and shared them as they continued fondling each other’s bodies.

Standing in front of Jackie, Rod ran his throbbing cock up her oozing lovehole. Rocking the bar stool they fucked, slow, fast, slow, fast again, as she wrapped her legs and arms around him, her big butt on the edge of the stool, her fully-haired twat taking his lovestick all the way to her womb, her big tits smashed against Rod’s hairy chest. They just kept on screwing, moaning together, their tongues working in each other’s mouth, still swapping the masticated cherries.

Jackie had already cum twice while Rod was putting the cherries into her, again while he was eating them out of her twat, and she came two more times while they were fucking. They fucked on and on, for 40 minutes, until Rod finally shot five thick wads of babymaking pudding deep into her pulsing cumhole. Rod felt his fatheaded tool throbbing, squirting cum up her cunt, her pussy channel squeezing and relaxing over his swollen dick as he filled her with his white globs of manjuice. Jackie moaned, almost screamed, as she came again.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me,” she exuded, “fill me with your jazz, your hot cum.”

Rod shoved deep into her one last stroke, and they held each other tight as their cum, stained red by the maraschino cherry juice, oozed out of her steamy womanhood. Rod’s fuckpole lost most of its rigidity and plopped out ankara olgun escort of her. Jackie looked down at her honeypot, watched her cuntlips flutter in the afterglow of the glorious fuck and the mixture of her clear juices, Rod’s white wads of cum and the red liquid slither from her engorged, splayed open gash.

“Oh, look at that,” she said, “it looks like my first fuck, the time my hymen was busted. Oh, baby, you fuck me so good.” Rod thought, but kept it to himself, that must have been a long time ago. Jackie had lost her virginity, as she had told him, to her brother when they were but teenagers. She kissed Rod on the mouth, ran her tongue inside with his. He tangled tongues with her and fondled her juicy cunt. “Eat me,” Jackie grunted, “eat my pussy, lick my cunt.”

Rod knelt before her again and looking up past her hairy mound, her protruding, fat belly, past her hanging tits, looking her right in her lustfilled eyes, he licked the folds and flaps of her pussy. He ran his tongue up her slit, stiffened it and pushed it into her slimy beaver. Slashing his tongue up and down in her cunt, licking and nipping her exposed clit, the skin peeled back by her excitement, the knob protruding like a little cock, he felt and tasted past her juices and his cum, as he ate her creampie, a cherry roll onto his tongue. Another one, another one, and another one; five of the maraschino cherries, coated with his cum and hers, dropped from her still quivering channel into his mouth.

Jackie shuddered, orgasming again, and squirted her girlcum or pee into Rod’s mouth. He was never sure which with her because it was thin, salty but slick, and she always did that during their fucking. Sometimes it shot out of her, arced into the air and landed on her mons, belly, and his mouth, chin, or cock and balls. Rod chewed the cherries just a bit, then raised up, put his lips to hers and fed the extra juicy, cumcoated cherries into her mouth. They swapped the cherries and their cum back and forth in their mouths until all of it was gone, only saliva remained.

Rod helped Jackie off the stool. He took her to the master bedroom, laid her on the bed on her back. She spread her legs as wide as she could. He mounted her and fucked her hot, hairy cunt until he filled her snatch with another load of his thick, white cum. She came ankara ucuz escort two more times while he fucked her this time; their combined juices running down the crack of her ass and
staining the sheet. Exhausted, she fell asleep. Rod got up, turned off the video camera that he had used to record both the scenes in the kitchen, then in the bedroom. He curled up beside her overweight body and fell into a deep sleep.

That’s how the bar stool became so sticky. Then Rod was awakened all too early, about 10 a.m. by the doorbell ringing. He put on a robe and went to the door, staggering a bit from fatigue and still a bit inebriated. Looking through the peephole he saw Sherry waiting patiently for him to open the door. Reluctantly he let Sherry into the house. They went to the kitchen. Sherry sat on the sticky bar stool as Rod made a pot of coffee for them, then settled into another bar stool to listen to her bullshit, until she moved and felt her fancy dress stuck to the cummy, cherry-juice stained stool. They moved to the dining room table; Sherry upset about the stains on the seat of her dress, Rod grinning, almost laughing out loud. He listened to her crap for several more minutes, then Jackie came out of the bedroom, into the dining room, naked as the day she was born. There sat Rod and Sherry, him listening, Sherry babbling.

Embarrassed by her nakedness when she came around the corner of the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, Jackie retreated. She went back to the bedroom, put on a robe, came back through the kitchen, poured herself a cup of coffee, and came right over and sat down at the dining room table with Rod and Sherry. Suddenly Sherry had no more to say. She excused herself and left her former home, shamed by what she had felt on the back of her dress, though not knowing fully what it was, and by the obvious wanton lust shared by her former husband, Rod, and this new, fat, hairy armpitted, fully hairy cuntbushed, crazily horny woman in Rod’s life.

The next time Sherry came to see Rod, Jackie met her at the door and told her not to come back again, ever. This was no longer Sherry’s home; she was no longer welcome.

Jackie and Rod move on to further adventures, and I will tell those stories as time permits. They do get interesting, like the time Jackie was drugged in a bar by another woman and the two of them were led into a four-way, then group sex with strangers; smoking weed, doing coke, and some other shit, such as lots of peeing, smooth-shaved cunts, skinny bitches, and fat, hairy women like Jackie. The rest of the story includes lesbian and gay sex, sex with Rod’s dog, Buster; freeloving with others, and lots of hot times between just the two of them.

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Excerpt taken from a conversation held in my office next to my Pissmops studio with a potential new pissmop.

ME: It’s $300 as a standard rate, for that you gotta, at least, agree to us filming you taking minimum three loads of piss, you must swallow some and then you gotta blow bubbles in it. You know, I showed you the videos.

HER: $300! But I need $1000, I must have $1000. I need it for my flight home. Can’t I do enough to get $1000?

ME: Let me think about it, but I gotta warn you for $1000 you’re going to have to go a whole lot further than that.

HER: Whatever, I’ll do it. I need that money and quickly!

As I watched her leave my office I couldn’t contain my excitement.

*

In the business I am in (that is shooting porn movies, and not just straight sex porn movies but really dirty, nasty, degrading, humiliating porn movies) you sometimes come across girls that you just know are right. That you can straight away envision in the twisted, depraved scenarios you like to film. Girls that, hell, you would do for free just to do it to her (but you never tell them, because where’s the fun in that?). Well from the moment this girl walked into my office I knew I had to film her, she was perfect, just my type, just the kind of sweet, innocent looking girl I love to degrade on video.

Her name was Julie Duncan and she was nothing like the slutilly dressed, whore wannabies that usually stagger into my office so desperate for either money or a break in the porn business that they’ll allow me to shoot them. Thing was, although she was pretty there was no way she was pretty enough to make it in the mainline porn business, for one thing she had no surgery and for another she was just too regular looking. She was about 5’6″ and while not too weighty still had a nice little bit of puppy fat that added to her all round cuteness. She had an infectious smile and laugh and though she was obviously nervous in my office she genuinely came across as a happy, carefree girl that just desperately needed cash. She had long, straight, light brown hair that came just past her shoulders and was just so damned shiny and healthy looking, one of her teeth was a little squint but that minor blemish just added to her attraction for me.

Turns out she is British and came to LA for the same reason most of them do, to find their fortune and fame and having not found it she wanted to get home real quick, I never did find out why. Still as she came into my office and sat across from me clad in a tight but not very revealing T-shirt and cargo trousers (like I say not your normal porn starlet’s attire) I was taken by her, she had that intangible look to her and despite my reticence in my financial dealings with her I wanted to shoot her almost as desperately as she wanted to get the cash.

Later that afternoon I had her come back to the office with my list of things I wanted to shoot, for that amount of money I pretty much included everything taking the view that if you don’t ask you don’t get. She screwed her nose up at a lot of stuff and stated vehemently “no animals, no way!” but to the rest and for cash immediately after the film was shot she agreed and I spent the night dreaming of all the carnage I was going to get to wreak on her.

*

I had her dress in a smart ash-grey business suit (jacket, trousers, smart black patent high heels) and I also got her to pile her hair tied up on her head and wear a real bookish pair of silver spectacles. The look really suited her, she looked smart, professional and in control – just the perfect image to start the film with, it would beautifully bookend the finish I had in mind and highlight her total, complete loss of control to me during the duration of filming. A quick word told me that she was ready and I told her to sit on my faded old sofa and we would get started, I was almost trembling in anticipation of this, I hadn’t been this excited about filming a pissmop for positively ages.

The camera started off with an extreme close up of her pretty face, her dark green eyes magnified behind the glasses and her cute smile on display as she puts down the newspaper prop I gave her to read as we started, the camera pans back to let us revel in her full outfit before I start. It’s the usual script from me I guess, I get her name, where she’s from, her age, information on her family /lovers etc before deviating somewhat from my usual script.

“Do you want a drink Julie?”

“Please.”

It was my first great moment of that day when I produced a long, empty wine glass, conspicuously unzipped my flies and proceeded to dangle my cock in the glass and fill it up with my own, thick, yellow piss! I came close to overflowing it but just stopped in the nick of time. Smiling at the look on her face, really this was almost the best time in these enterprises, the moment when the penny really drops on what they are about to do, the depths to which they have agreed to sink in pursuit of nothing but cold, hard cash. I live for that moment, just to see the look of horror and disgust pass over their eyes, Çankaya Escort sometimes to stay there for the duration others allowing just a brief flicker before their veil of protection comes down again. With Julie it was the latter, I could see for the shortest moment her revulsion at what I had done and asked her to do but it was gone almost before you could see it. Maintaining her professional veneer, she thanked me and picked up the glass (another wince crossing her face as her hand felt the warm glass). By this time I had stood back and started drinking more water to get ready for my next appearance and have admit it was a major turn on to watch Julie lift the glass to her lips and begin to nervously sip it down.

I was quite surprised and impressed that she didn’t put up more of a protest, I mean sure most of these dumb whores who come to me agree to everything before hand but usually when it comes time to do it it can be a different story and I have to threaten not to pay them to get my performance. This girl was one of those that obviously didn’t want to do all I had planned but needed the money even more. Excellent news!

“Now don’t you just chick that down Julie, I want to see you swirling it about in your mouth, gargle it a bit, savour the bouquet and taste, then drink it down. OK?”

“OK.”

I sat back for a moment to enjoy the sight of this hot little bitch sipping down my very own piss, happy in the knowledge that after a beer of three last night it should be suitably gross. From the grimace on her face she was trying terribly hard to disguise, it was. But to her credit she slowly drank the whole glass, doing just as I suggested, swirling it around her mouth like mouthwash before swallowing it and not spilling a single drop on her suit jacket. The camera zoomed in to catch a terrific shot of her licking the last remnants off her pink lips.

“Now you’ve got a taste for piss lets really get started. Get those clothes off and kneel down at my feet. Keep the glasses on for now, I kinda like them!”

It’s a great job I’ve got and there’s hardly a day goes by I don’t appreciate it. Even more so when a money hungry cunt like this is sipping on your piss like it’s a cocktail. Anyway, I digress, at that moment my angel for the day was busying herself with undressing her blouse and trousers and stepping out of that office attire to reveal some very nice black lingerie, but who wants lingerie when you can have tits and pussy? Not me. So I hassled her to get a move on and seconds later she was on her knees and naked as the day she was born.

“You know I don’t think I got it all out bitch, why don’t you give it a little suck to get those last drops of piss.”

As usual in my films, my face isn’t visible but there is certainly a nice view of my, only slightly erect (I am a pro after all) dick and Julie straining her lips forward to engage it. It’s shot in close up for a very good reason as once the slut has wrapped them around my cock and started to suck I let go with the rest of my bladder that I had so neatly held back from earlier. Whoooosh!

My cock exploded with piss, flooding Julie’s mouth and in her surprise (and from the force of flow) it leapt clear of her mouth and sprayed all over her shocked face. Her glasses were knocked squint with the piss and in the blinking of the eye the yellow nectar was running in rivulets down her face and onto her pert breasts. But she composed herself from this surprise pretty well, not saying anything and just really coughing and spluttering and trying to stay upright as I finished up pissing on her. As the last dribbles came out I slapped it against her forehead and cheeks and again told her to suck it dry, this time with no surprise for her, worse luck.

So we were off to a good start, but I had a hell of a lot planned so I had to get on, if I was going to pay this girl $1000 she was going to be damn well earning it!

You may be wondering where I get all my male characters for my productions and the answer is simplicity itself. After all this is not what I would call ‘proper’ porn, you know the sex kind. Any guy with a will and a cock will do the job so most of the guys I use I get through the local adult video store, asking if they want to participate or through my website or just word of mouth, you’d be amazed how many guys want to spend five minutes a day pissing on pretty girls. I had sent out the e-mail the day before and had more than enough guys reply and tell me they would be there when needed. First up, as I put mine away for the moment, was Ernie a three foot six high, black midget. I liked to call him the ‘wee man’. He was buck naked and smoking a cigarette and, as usual, chatting and shouting the whole way. I’ve shot stuff with him before and know he’s good for a shocking scene, every second word outta his mouth is a curse and he sure knows how to treat the ladies. As he verbally demonstrates as he walks across the room towards a dripping Julie.

“God Damn Bitch! Look at you, you’re a fucking disgusting Cebeci Escort mess whore! Don’t you know how to drink piss? ‘Bout time Little Ern showed you how cunt!”

With that he took the silver dog bowl that I handed him and placed it on the floor right under Julie’s face, it was a nice big one (in fact if you held it on it’s end it was damn near as big as Ernie!) and he wasted no time filling it up from his disproportionally large penis.

“Oh boy slut, look at that colour! Damn that must be all those beers last night!”

He wasn’t far wrong either as when he had shaken the last drops off and stood back the colour and smell would have made most people gag or wretch. I certainly noticed today’s little pissmop go a little green around the gills. Still she wasn’t to lap it up just yet, I handed Ernie a plastic dogs rubber toy bone and told him to get Julie to kneel up and beg for it like a dog then had him put it in her mouth.

“That’s it, good doggie, now get down there and drink my piss bitch!”

A command which Julie obeyed with less enthusiasm than earlier, she was obviously having some second thoughts of this as a way to score the grand quickly. Well too late bitch, the contracts were signed!

It was apparent that Julie found it a real struggle to drink the midgets piss from the dog bowl and get it all down, at a couple of points I was sure she was going to puke (and if she had done, for sure she would have had to have eat it all back up) but somehow she ploughed on, slurping and grimacing and lapping her cute tongue on that vile piss until it was scraping metal.

By the time she had finished lapping it all up her face was in quite a mess, her long hair, wet from my efforts earlier, had continually fallen down over her face as she leaned forward and it was already wringing wet and giving off the not so lovely aroma of urine, as she rocked back on her heels it hung around her and stuck to her face in a most undignified manner – just like all the best pissmops!

Next up I had a real treat planned for my viewing audience, especially those who like to see the piss being ingested rather than all over a girl. To get her over into my next room (the famous bathroom where nearly all my films ended up at one stage or another) I handed the Wee Man a dog leash and asked him to fix it on his ‘bitch’ and walk her through the studio to her next destination. It made quite the visual, this miniature naked guy taking a piss soaked beauty for a walk so I made sure to capture it on film too. What a pity she had nixed that ‘animal’ scene because right about then I could see one of my assistants taking my dog Fido out for his afternoon piss at the far end of the corridor and thought what a waste. Still, on he led her, like a household pet herself, passed a line of waiting, watching guys (all preparing themselves for their piss) and into the bathroom.

Ah! My beautiful bathroom. Its walls covered in a dull beige tiles that are either stained or chipped or both, the floor a faded grey but at least the toilet, sink and bath are sparklingly white (mainly ‘cos yellow shows up so well against that backdrop). First up I have the ‘tube test’. Julie was led across the room and compliantly stepped into the tub, Ernie taking his leave while Julie took off the leash and dropped it outside the bath. Another assistant handed me a grubby cardboard box which I folded open and started to take out a whole bundle of equipment. It consisted mainly of a jumble of clear plastic tubes and funnels, they weren’t too messed up as I had only done this a couple of time before but it was always a favourite with the audience. Julie knelt in the bath and watched me untangle it all, a look of resignation and sadness on her face, she knew exactly what was going to happen and knew that she had agreed to it but still I don’t think anything can prepare you for stuff like this unless you have done it before. Eventually I had it all untangled and proceeded to hand them to Julie and instruct her on how to fit them. First was a large, plastic mouth guard with three holes in it that three of the plastic tubes lead out of to funnels. Then a tube fed into each of her ears and similarly one for each of her nostrils. And it’s only at this point that I invite seven of my male co-stars to all file into the bathroom.

The seven were a pretty eclectic bunch, a mix of ages, races and sizes but it didn’t really make any difference given what they were here for, all they had to do was piss into the tubes and all they had to have was a bladder full to bursting! Which they all had, this was their thrill, their excitement, for gods sake I didn’t have to even pay them to do it. Surprisingly, Julie seemed to have somewhat regained her composure and was kneeling in the bath patiently, looking like something out of Star Wars with all those plastic tubes on and around her head. Her face and body had that familiar almost jaundiced looking sheen to it that all the girls that pay a visit to my bathtub get but she seemed to be calm enough, Çukurambar Escort she was well aware of what we were going to do, after all.

At the far end of the bathroom is a foot wide shelf that is actually just perfect for standing on, with the camera set up on the other side it’s where I tend to stand for my normal run of the mill pissmops. That shelf was going to come in real useful today Fortunately the pipes were all of varying lengths so I was able over the next few minutes (hurrying because I was mindful of my stars desperate need to take a piss) to arrange them in such a way around my little, waiting pissmop that I could still fully capture her when the piss started flowing. I asked each to pick up their own individual funnel and pipe and as I stepped out of shot got the cameras rolling for this great moment.

It took only a moment before the sound of piss rushing out of desperate, straining cocks could be heard and swiftly on the heels of that was the sight of those tubes turning yellow as they carried their loads towards their targets. It was like watching a bizarre science experiment as the piss raced toward its target and then in an instant they all seemed to reach at once. Julie gagged and coughed and thrashed her head as it was totally invaded by all these loads of piss at once. Imagine it, piss flowing into her ears, nose and mouth all at once, pervading her head with it’s stale, musky stink and the sour, acrid taste, from what other girls have told me, this British slut would not lose the smell for a long, long time, if ever.

Then the tubes into her ears started to back up and they were plucked out, allowing the piss to spill from Julie’s ears down her neck and her arms, then the guys pissing into her nose ran dry and those were plucked out too, as she struggled to breath in through it. Finally, her ordeal was over for now as the three guys completed filling her mouth with their piss and almost without spilling a drop she took the mouthpiece out – she had drunk all three loads!

While the seven guys nervously made their way out of the bright room, trying at all times to avoid getting their faces on camera, I left Julie to stay where and like she was – completely saturated and inundated with piss. I had left the plug in so, having given her that moment to compose herself again I was right back at her.

“Enjoy that bitch? Enjoy being a piss receptacle’? Come on tell me what you are?”

She knew what to say alright, I had coached it to her earlier and she had seen it in my films.

“I’m a piss whore” , all said while her head was drenched with piss.

“What kind of piss whore?” I demanded.

“A fucking piece of shit piss whore.”

“Yes you are, now give your face a quick wash in that puddle of piss and get out of there, we’ve got more to shoot yet.”

So I got a few minutes of her cupping the piss in her hands and not too enthusiastically washing her face with it, for which I scolded (while secretly loving the look of revulsion on her face) and told her to do it again, this time looking happy to do it. It’s amazing what the threat of losing your pay will do in these types of cases. While she busied herself with that I had a prop for the next scene brought into the room.. It was a flat trolley on wheels that most mechanics use to get under cars, it was only a few inches off the ground and had been especially designed to fit in a particular place. That place? How about right at the bottom of the fake toilet bowl in the bathroom! Yes that’s correct, as soon as Julie had completed her washing in the bath I had her get out, lie face up on the trolley and rolled it under the toilet, her face perfectly flush to the rubber edges at it’s opening. Then a strap around the back of her head to keep it from moving, her arms and legs similarly bound to ensure minimum movement and her role as a human toilet was complete. I was sure to get the camera right inside the bowl to zoom in on her pretty face as she awaited her first visitor.

I had ten people lined up at one minute intervals, the seal at the bottom meant very little of their piss would escape and she would need to be sure and drink as much down as possible as quickly as possible to prevent drowning in the piss. This was where I had saved some of my more ‘eccentric’ co-stars for. First up was a huge, hairy biker who took great delight taking down his jeans and parking his hairy ass on the seat and making out like he was going to take a dump on Julie, after a few seconds or so he got up chuckling and stood over the bowl to instead just piss in it. And he was sure not to hit the porcelain, his fast flow targeting Julie’s eyes, nose and mouth. As he shook the last drops loose and moved on I had time enough to get the camera in there and capture her sucking as much down as possible as the minute buzzer went off and the next pisser entered the bathroom. It was Venus, a gorgeous redhead who I had done films with before. As usual she was totally drunk and we had to guide her onto the seat and literally instruct her to piss. She did as told and it was soon another load for Julie to drink down. Like I say there were eight more to go and by the end Julie was really struggling to clear enough to get her nose and lips above the level before the next one. I could see by the tenth she had had enough but I had one load left for her, and she knew all about it. That $1000 wasn’t going to come easy, was it?

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Eugene Harvitz was still grinning as he strolled into the staff room with Skye walking along in front of him. He couldn’t stop running over the class in his mind, how well his plan of teasing Jim had gone. It always gave him a thrill when he knew a boy was getting a new girl, it always reminded him of his own eighteenth birthday and how it had changed his life. But he’d never gone so far teasing a student before, probably because young Jim reminded him of himself.

He dropped into the lounge with a contented sigh and Skye gracefully arranged herself kneeling on the cushion next to him, as was their little custom. He looked her over with a refreshed appreciation. It wasn’t often he made her dress like this at work, which made it even better when he did, with all the staff and students looking. She was absolutely captivating, the best choice of his whole life.

Harvitz wasn’t sure of why he’d chosen to be a teacher. He had hated school. Fat and unpopular, he had struggled through being teased and bullied by everyone. He had been the youngest in his year by far and had to watch all his tormentors get their girls before him. Then, after graduation, the day he had waited for. His eighteenth birthday, better than he ever expected.

He had gone to the ‘Torium to get his First Girl, full of expectation, almost creaming his jeans like young Liam just had. The attendant who had helped him had been fat, bespectacled, greasy, just like him. Like a kindred spirit. He had taken Harvitz to a section of the ‘Torium, with a smile on his face, and brought out the most beautiful creature the teenage boy had ever seen. Haughty, mocking, skin like marble, features like a sculpture of a goddess. A sexual walk like a predatory cat. Harvitz had chosen her straight away, without even trying her out for anything.

Now he was a fat and greasy man and Skye was exactly the same. Every day he woke up and she was there, perfect, ready to do anything.

“Well, well, well, that was lovely, Miss Skye.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. Her face was still shiny with his semen.

“The look on his face!” He chortled. “And asking if you were tight, Miss Skye!”

Her half-smile lifted higher.

“So, so tight. And always have been.” His hand wandered by itself over to her and slid her g-string aside before his two middle fingers slipped into her tight pussy. It was still so wet that it ran down his hand. His cock stiffened up in his pants, much to his surprise.

The door opened and four people came in chatting. It was Charlene Hay, who taught geography, and Lionel Russ and his girls, Tiana and Liana. Lionel was a head teacher and had splashed out on a second girl to complement his government-subsidised First Girl. Lionel and his girls sat batıkent escort on a lounge opposite Harvitz, one on either side of him, whilst Charlene went to the sink to make a cup of tea.

“Hey, Eug,” Lionel said. “Having fun?”

Lionel’s girls weren’t Harvitz’s type, but the effect of two of them was still very alluring. They were both Asian girls, with small lean bodies and perky little tits. Today Lionel had them both dressed in sexy school uniforms of hot pink skirts, skintight shirts and pigtails, with hot pink lipstick.

Harvitz kept fingering Skye, enjoying the silky wetness of her.

“Sure,” He answered. “How’s it going?”

“Great, yeah,” Lionel had his arms around his girls’ shoulders so his hands rested on their tits. He looked very content. “Busy day though. Teaching five periods, then the curriculum meeting.”

“Oh yeah, the meeting.” Harvitz said. He’d forgotten about it with the morning’s fun.

“I’ve got a good way to pass the time, hey?” Lionel smirked, giving the tits a squeeze on each side. The girls giggled cutely and squirmed.

“Yeah, two girls, wow,” Harvitz said, fingering Skye a bit harder. “Lucky bugger.”

Lionel laughed. Smug bastard, Harvitz thought, but without much rancour. It was hard to be jealous after the morning he’d enjoyed. His own dick was getting quite stiff again, uncomfortably so.

What the fuck, he thought. He opened up his shorts again and took out his dick, almost fully erect. He looked up at Skye, who was smiling at him knowingly.

“Jump on, baby.” He said. Skye stood up and slid down her g-string to the floor. He could see Lionel watching her and grinning. Skye stood between his legs, turned around to face Lionel, her latex boots squeaking, then bent at the knees to bring her pussy down to Harvitz’s cock. She was so wet he felt the drips hit the head of his penis before the warm wetness, like a mouth, covered him over and sank down the whole shaft. He grabbed her ass and helped her slide her pussy on his length.

He looked over at Lionel, who was watching and grinning.

“Damn, Eug,” He said. “I’m an Asian man all the way, but Skye is hot stuff.”

“Thanks,” Harvitz said. “I like your two as well.”

Charlene came over to the lounge, tea in hand. She snorted when she saw Skye fucking Harvitz.

“Jesus, Eugene,” She said. “I’m sick of seeing your dick in this room.”

“Lighten up, Char,” Lionel said as she sat off to the side. “Maybe I’ll get my dick out, too.”

His girls giggled again. Lionel stood up and unbuckled his belt, dropping his trousers. Harvitz could see his skinny white ass and small cock hanging. He wasn’t even erect, but his two girls cooed beşevler escort and giggled at him.

“Oh, Li,” One of them moaned, he thought it was Tiana. “Let me suck it.”

“No, let me, Li.” The other crooned.

“Oh brother.” Charlene said.

Harvitz was watching raptly from over the undulating back of Skye. It was great to watch someone else about to go at it, whilst feeling the familiar heaven of Skye’s pussy squelching on him. As he watched, Lionel shoved his limp dick at Tiana, whose pink lips sucked him inside. Her brown eyes looked up at Lionel’s face as he took hold of her pigtails and pumped her mouth. Harvitz could see that the face fucking was made difficult by how small and soft the cock was.

Charlene was watching them grumpily.

“What’s with the rough oral sex with you guys?” She asked. “That’s all I see you guys doing, sticking your knobs in their mouths like crazy.”

“Excuse me, I’m not.” Harvitz laughed, pointing at Skye’s ass.

“I’ve seen you doing it, Eugene. Remember last week’s assembly?”

“Oh yeah.” He said. He’d been a monitor at the assembly, meaning he’d had to stand at the side of the hall. It was boring, he’d got Skye to kneel in front of him and banged her mouth for the whole hour. It was really something to think of this and look at Charlene’s frown as Skye’s pussy muscles rippled on him.

“Its fun, Char,” Lionel interjected. “Check this out, Eug.”

Lionel was holding Tiana by one pigtails as she sucked his dick. He took Liana by one pigtail with the other hand and hauled her onto his balls. Harvitz’s couldn’t see her mouth, but he could hear them both slurping.

“God, she’s got both my balls in her mouth, Eug.” Harvitz guessed it was easy because they were so small. He could see that Tiana was still working with a limp cock even now.

“Can’t we have one morning tea without all this, though?” Charlene asked. “I mean, the other day there was stains all over the couch.”

“Char, I love ya, but stop complaining,” Lionel said. “Its better than being harassed by horny co-workers, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.” She admitted.

Harvitz reached up and undid Skye’s latex bra. It was nearly the end of recess and he needed to blow sooner rather than later. She slid off the bra for him and arched her back so that he could cup her full breasts. She had long, pointy nipples and he trapped them between his fingers as he squeezed the soft tits. Skye was still tirelessly fucking his cock.

“Hey, Eug,” Lionel called out over the slapping of Skye’s ass and the slurping of his girls. “Do you have Carl Majors in your classes?”

“That nerdy kid? No.” He answered, breathing hard.

“You should büyükesat escort see how he goes with his girl. Fuck yeah, Tiana. Yeah you’ve seen that kid, skinny little white freak, but you seen the girl he got the other week?”

“No.” Eugene said distractedly. His dick was feeling really tight. He figured a few more minutes would finish him off. Skye’s pussy was drenching his crotch, the skin of her pussy so slick.

“Yeah, this skinny white kid. And his girl is this heaps tall black chick, with these giant tits like watermelons and this big ass. Big and firm though, muscular.”

Harvitz laughed, just to be polite.

“And this kid man,” Lionel went on, with the two black-haired heads jammed over his crotch. “He jams this girl’s ass frickin’ continuously. Like he’s fucking her ass every time I see him, with this crazy look on his face. Totally fucking crazy.”

Charlene snorted.

“That’s funny.” Harvitz croaked. He could feel the second load welling up in his dick.

“Holy shit.” Lionel said. He shoved the girls roughly off his dick, which Harvitz saw was still only semi erect. He pulled Tiana roughly around so she was bent over the lounge with her ass facing him. Harvitz watched as Lionel pushed up her pink skirt over her olive ass and lurched forward, obviously shoving his little cock into her pussy. He jerked and let out a loud moan of pleasure as he came instantly.

“What a show.” Charlene commented.

“I just have to come in a cunt, y’know?” Lionel said to the room. “Clean it, Liana.”

The other little Asian was already taking the limp dick in her mouth and noisily sucking away.

“Well I guess you’ve gotta shoot your squirt now Eugene.” Charlene said sarcastically. Harvitz grinned at her frowning face. It was strange how her disapproval was actually getting him off. He would have to make a note of it for future opportunities. He couldn’t answer her though, his dick was about to explode in the sopping wet grip of Skye’s cunt.

He tightened his grip on Skye’s tits, feeling them swell out around his grasping fingers, when Charlene helped him.

“The poor girl, Eugene, you’ll pop them soon.”

He grinned open-mouthed at the female teacher as he came. It was so hard that saliva ran over his chin onto his shirt. Skye’s pussy became even wetter and hotter as his come burst into her and audibly slopped as she kept fucking him. She knew he liked her to keep pounding away until his erection was too far gone and he managed to will it to stay up for a few more minutes, laughing with the ticklish sensitivity of the tip as it slid against her velvety inside.

The boner waning, Skye lifted herself off, her pussy running juices and sperm out over his legs and the floor. He guessed the couch was going to have a few more stains. Silently Skye smiled at him and knelt to suck his softening cock into her mouth. He liked a good hard sucking after a fuck and Skye obliged noisily.

Outside the lounge, the bell rang. Harvitz looked down at his beautiful girl, her soft lips around the base of his cock, and smiled. Life was great.

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Jennifer, wife and pet Part 2

(Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant)

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read Part 1, first.

Mark has introduced Jennifer to her puppy outfit.

Jenny was fascinated by her new puppy mask, as weird as that thought was.

And that made her smile. Only then did she notice that beneath her mask, she couldn’t see the smile. That was sad, she had always been told that she had a pretty smile.

Looking again, she saw that her eyelids, although similar in color to the golden fir that covered her entire body, head and face, didn’t really match. So, feeling a little playful she went back into the bathroom to do her makeup. That though made her smile, too.

In front of her make-up mirror she added heavy black eyeliner around the portion of her eyes that showed — all dogs seemed to have heavy black liner around their eyes — she dusted golden brown shadow to her eyelids, and finally, she added a lot of black to her eyelashes.

Finished, she chuckled and went back to the big mirror.

Examining herself further, she concluded that the fur actually hid her shape, but since she was skinny to begin with, it didn’t make her look heavy. And her nipples poking out looked really sexy. Her bare, red crotch looked kind of slutty, in a doggy kind of way. The fur didn’t really hide the red of the latex panties, and she could see the beginning of the molded pussy and even the tip of the plug, therein. Not good, if anyone ever saw her. But who would?

I do make a very pretty and sexy puppy girl, she concluded as she walked out into the kitchen, hungry and thirsty, and above all, feeling better about herself.

“Food’s almost ready,” Mark said pleasantly. He was obviously in a good mood. Understandable, as his plans had come to full fruition and his creation appeared to be a success, at least to him.

He took time away from his cooking to step over and give Jennifer a big hug.

As he stepped away, he paused and looked at her face, puzzled.

“I did my makeup.” She said pleasantly. “You like?”

He returned and hugged her again, “I love it. And I love that you’re getting used to your new face.”

She hugged him back, smiling secretly, but of course there was no kissing. That saddened them both.

“You know, I hate not being able to kiss you properly. That was something I overlooked when I designed your hood. Sorry about that. Not much we can do now.” He said as he turned back to the stove.

“Well you could take the hood off me. Then we could kiss and I could be a little more human,” she replied with just a hint of acid in her tone. Although, with her stunted speech ability, it didn’t sound right.

In any case, Mark ignored her.

When she sat down, sideways on the chair, as her pretty tail demanded, she realized that she had another set of challenges to deal with, or suffer through, whatever.

Her paws only barely allowed her to use any of the normal utensils. She could only just hold a spoon or fork between the digits of her stumpy mitts. And she couldn’t use a knife at all. She could, if she wanted to eat like an animal, spike some of her food with her claws and feed herself that way, but she wasn’t ready to stoop to that, quite yet.

She also struggled with drinking her juice from a glass. She had to use both paws to lift the glass and then she had to almost pour the liquid down her throat, because of the way the mask’s muzzle fit over her lips.

It was all very frustrating and she had to ask Mark to cut up the slice of ham he had prepared for her.

Mark could tell that Jenny was frustrated by her restrictions, “don’t worry lover, you’ll get used to it.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled.

He easily finished his meal first, and sitting back, he watched her for a while, more like a proud parent, than a husband.

“Well honey, do you remember all of the rules and behaviors required of you? Are you ready to start practicing on all fours?”

“Oh Mark, must I? Can’t you be satisfied with me looking like a dog. Do I have to also behave like one?”

“Yes dear, you do, that’s part of your promise. And I’m really looking forward to you being my Jenny Puppy.”

“I don’t remember promising to be your dog.”

“Well I do, and I remember you telling me that you wanted to be Harpo, too. So now here you are, a beautiful Golden Retriever, or as close as I can make you into one. Now as soon as you’re done, I’ll give the command for ‘all fours’, so be ready. I’ll work with you to help you learn. I’m sure you’ll be perfect in no time.”

“Then what?” she asked, ankara yabancı escort casually.

“What do you mean?”

“Once I’m the perfect version of Jenny, or your Penny, what do we do then?”

“Well we live here, as man and wife, and master and pet.”

“Oh really? Forever?” She replied, and this time he could hear the dissatisfaction in her voice.

“Well for as long as we’re happy. I love you and never want to part from you. I will certainly be here until death do us part. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Oh Mark, of course that is what I want. I love you too, and never intend to leave you, but I’m not sure if I can live as your puppy, either dressed like one or behaving like one.”

“Well, I’m sure you can.” He said but now Jennifer could tell that he was getting a bit edgy and she didn’t want him that way. So, she surrendered, “All right lover, I’ll try.”

He smiled. “That’s my girl. Now are you ready to start your day?”

She smiled back at him, but not with a lot of enthusiasm. “I suppose.”

And she slid out of her chair and knelt down on the floor, ready to begin her first day as his puppy.

He looked down, smiling happily and gave the command, “Jenny, all fours.”

“You know; you have ten seconds to assume the position, once I give the command. I built that in, in case you were standing and doing something important when it happened.”

“Good to know — ahhh!”

The punishment shock hit her, just as it was programmed to, for speaking like a human, while in doggie mode.

This time it wasn’t applied all over her body. Just in her breasts, pussy and ass! Damn it hurt!

It took her a moment to return to thinking properly, and then she realized that she was lucky that she hadn’t screamed some appropriate curse word when it hit her; else she would probably have earned another shock.

Mark, knowing what had happened, knelt down beside her, and petted her on the head and shoulders.

“Poor baby. You do need to practice, and learn to remember the rules. Not talking will probably be the hardest thing to get used to.”

Jenny looked up at him and tried to stick her tongue out at him, but that just doesn’t work anymore.

He then stood up and commanded, “Jenny, sit.”

Not knowing how much time she had before the collar would shock her for failure to obey, she immediately sat her ass on the floor. Thankfully her hips and knees were flexible enough to allow her to sit with them splayed out to the sides. She kept her front paws on the floor in front of her, between her knees.

“Good girl.” Mark said, like a proper pet owner. “But when I give you a command like that, and you perform it, you should always look up at me to see if I’m pleased, and if I have any other commands for you.”

She sighed and nodded, looking up at him as she did. When he had complimented her, she had been pleased, but his instruction about looking up bothered her. He really wanted her to behave like a complete dog. No special considerations for her human half.

They spent the next hour practicing the standard commands.

Then, to her surprise, and consternation Mark snapped a leash to the collar. Correction, her leash to her collar. She thought. And then he led her outside, into the broad daylight.

Jennifer knew better than to hesitate as he led her out the door, although she really didn’t want to go. She remained embarrassed by her current state and was worried that someone might see. Although she knew that there should be no one around.

Except perhaps the Gonzalezs! Oh shit! They were always around. How could she ever face them like this? And she would have to face them. She certainly couldn’t hide from them forever. Especially with Mark parading her around the yard, and making her use the area around the fire hydrant to pee and poop, doggy style.

And that brough another horrifying thing to mind! What If she was in mid-poop when Carlos happened by, working on the landscaping? Her ass plug would be stuck in the open, on the fire hydrant’s magnet! She’d die of embarrassment!

She made a mental note to talk to Mark about it. He couldn’t expect her to suffer through that type of indignity. Or could he?

Hell, she could have the same problem with Maria. With her paws, she couldn’t lock the bathroom door. Maria could walk in and see her plugging herself with the dildo mounted on the wall. Damn, damn, damn!

While she was coming to those realizations, she’d been following Mark, obediently, like a good dog as he led her around the patio on her leash. She could only move slowly, unaccustomed as she was to moving around on her hands and knees. A couple of times the leash pulled and she was worried about being punished, but so far, so good.

He finally said “come on girl, keep up. I know it’s hard, but with practice you’ll get faster.”

He finally stopped when they were in an open area, and started again working bahçelievler escort through the standard commands. She sat as she had before, she laid down, on the hard patio, and she rolled over, like a good dog. When he told her to beg, she was uncertain of the position. They hadn’t practiced that one before. Understanding, he was explaining the proper position, ‘sit up straight, back on your ass and hold your paws up under your chin, but spread slightly’.

She didn’t hear the last part, though, as she had received a punishment shock, like last time to her breasts, pussy and ass. And, like last time she only barely caught herself before she swore form the pain. Instead she gave an acceptable yelp, just like a dog might.

Mark gave her a minute to recover before he comforted her and complimented her.

“Wow, I’m sorry. But you handled your punishment well, just like a dog would. I’m impressed.”

She wanted to tell him where to shove it, but couldn’t, so she just gave him a withering stare, of course since she could only express her feelings with her eyes, he missed it.

After that they practiced some more. Revisiting beg, and then working on stay and come.

When they came to ‘speak’ she was again uncertain how to answer, but to avoid a shock she said, simply “ARF”. But that apparently wasn’t good enough. She was shocked again, but this time only her breasts were punished. She quickly sat and rubbed her chest with her paws.

“okay, we have to work on that,” Mark said.

“You’ll have to build up a vocabulary of dog sounds, barks, yelps, whines and growls. Not only to respond to the bark command, but also to communicate to humans. And they’ll need to be energetic and loud.”

He led her over to the lounging area and sat in a chair under a big umbrella, and ordered her to sit in front of him. She did as he requested, but had a little trouble doing it, blindly and obediently. It was hard behaving like a dog, when she still thought like a human. Would that ever change? With enough practice would she start actually thinking like a dog? God, she hoped not.

Sitting there in the shade, he worked with her on her dog sounds. It took a while, more than an hour, she guessed — dogs don’t wear watches, and there wasn’t a clock in sight. Eventually, he was satisfied. And she could bark loudly and forcefully on command, as well as communicate ‘yes’ and ‘no’ and ‘pain’ and ‘unhappiness’ and ‘anger’. All handy, and all dehumanizing.

With that task complete, he stood and led her to a chest near the turf and the fire hydrant. He called the are the ‘dog run’ and she accepted that name for the area where she’d be pooping and peeing. Arg!

Opening the lid, he pulled out a tennis ball, explaining, “this is your toy box, Jenny. All of your favorites are in here. Let’s go practice your retrieving skills, and the fetch command. And with that he led her out the patio gate and into the large outer portion of the yard. The area that was bordered by woods, and bounded by a tall chain-link fence. It was mostly open grass land, sprinkled with big shade trees, and included a sizeable, but shallow pond.

Jennifer immediately got nervous; she was scanning for any sign of life. She really didn’t want anyone to see her looking and behaving like the dog she was now becoming.

She got so distracted that she pulled on the leash, and got a shock in response. It weas a bad one, hitting not only her strategic parts, but her whole torso too, and she collapsed in pain. This time slipped and shrieked “Ouch! Damn!” and then received a second punishment that left her panting, crying and curled up in a fetal position in the tall grass.

Mark just stood watching and shaking his head.

When she finally felt up to it, she got back up on her paws and knees and gave him one of her newly learned growls.

“What are you angry with me for? You’re the one that forgot the rules. First you pulled on your leash and then you spoke human. You got punished for misbehaving. That’s what’s supposed to happen.”

She just shook her head. He was right of course, but it was the whole situation that upset her. And being out here in the open, where anyone could see, had her distracted and upset.

Mark led on until they were in the middle of the big yard. He then stooped down and unhooked the leash from her collar. Telling her to heel.

She moved up next to his left knee, at the command, as she was supposed to, and he reached down and patted her on the top of her head, saying casually, “good girl.”

As she stood there on her hands and knees, he reared back and threw the tennis ball out into the open space. It flew 50 yards out into the grass.

As he threw, he commanded, “Jenny, fetch.”

She started trotting in the direction of the throw, as expected, but she was thinking, oh brother, is he serious? He expects me to enjoy this like a real Retriever would? But as she progressed across the grass, she balgat escort reconsidered. He’s probably doing it just to push me into doing my whole doggie act. And, of course, I’m doing it.

When she arrived in the area where she thought the ball had landed, she had to look around for a while before she found it lying in a tuft several yards past where she had started looking.

Now what, she thought, before knowing what was expected, she bent down and picked the dirty thing up in her mouth and grumbling under her breath, headed back to her master.

The thing tasted terrible, but thanks to her extended latex mouth, most of the ball was outside the confines of her human mouth. That was a blessing.

Of course, all of this took her quite a while. She couldn’t run on her paws and knees, and she wasn’t in any big hurry for a repeat performance, so when she got back to Mark, he scolded her for being so slow. Commanded her to drop it, at his feet, and heel.

As soon as she was in the proper position, he threw the ball back out again, in a slightly different direction and a shallower trajectory.

In response to his fetch command, she growled her displeasure as she headed out to collect the thing again.

“Hey, this is good practice and you have to learn to move faster on all fours. So, don’t complain to me, you spoiled puppy, you.”

She heard him, but ignored him as she did her best to trot out into the grass and find he damn ball.

Eventually she found it, and picking it up she started back, but she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she took a better look, she was horrified to see Carlos, riding a lawnmower on the other side of the field. Of course, he was looking right at her. Embarrassed, she stopped and just stood there on her paws and knees.

Mark saw, and called, “Jenny come”. But she was too upset to move, so she got punished again, and this one was terrible! As bad as any, before. She yelped and collapsed into the grass. Seeing her, both Mark and Carlos turned and headed in her direction. As she recovered from the pain, she heard the mower approaching, and really started to panic. But there was little she could do. She just laid in the grass, hoping that it would shield her from view.

Luckily Mark, ran up before Carlos, on the slow mower could get too close and he waved the guy away, but not before the old guy got a good look at the huddled dog girl lying in the grass. She saw him smile broadly and wave to Mark, before he turned away, and headed back to his original path.

Mark knelt down next to her and commanded, “Penny sit.” Begrudgingly, afraid of yet another shock, she sat up, still worried about the gardener and what he could see.

When she glanced his way, Mark yelled at her.

“Hey, eyes on me, you goof. You have to stop worrying about the things around you, or people seeing you. See what happens when you get distracted? And besides, I’ve already spoken to Carlos and Maria, and explained about our game and your new lifestyle, and they’re fine with it. I think they picture us as just another pair of rich gringos, playing at our silly, sex games.

“And I reminded them that if our little secret should get out, they would find themselves out of work and homeless. I’m sure they got the message.”

He reached over and held her jaw so she could only look at him.

“So, you just focus on being a good puppy, and stop worrying about gawkers. Got it?”

She took a deep breath and then barked her acknowledgement, like a good dog. And he smiled at her before attaching her leash and heading back toward the house. She followed as she had to.

Back inside the patio fence, he led her over to the dog run area, and pointing told her to, “go pee.”

He dropped her leash so she was free to move, with it dragging behind her on the ground.

Really, she thought. Here, now, in front of you?

She realized she had to do what he demanded, but she still hated the idea. Peeing, or God forbid, pooping on all fours in front of him, or anyone else for that matter, was something she just didn’t want to do.

Blushing behind her mask, she walked over to the turf where she nudged the leash off to the side, before she spread her legs, and let it flow. She kept her head down, ashamed, as she emptied her bladder.

When she was done, she moved over to the basin and stepping with her paw on the button she moved her torso and her crotch into position over the fountain and hosed herself off.

Clean and wet, she crawled over to the side of the adjacent shed where a towel was hanging for her use, and used a paw to hook it, drag it down and pat her fir dry.

Throughout her performance, Mark watched and smiled at her.

That added anger to her humiliation, so she was in a terrible mood as he retrieved the leash and led her into the house.

Inside the back door he instructed her to sit.

“I think you’ve had enough for your first real day as Jenny, so I’m going to release you from dog mode. We can get some lunch and relax, and have some good sex, this afternoon. How does that sound?”

She liked the idea and ‘ARFed’ her assent.

“Jenny, two feet” he commanded, and then held out his hand to help her up. It was a bit of a struggle, as her legs were stiff from all of the travel with them bent beneath her. But she finally made it.

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Intrinsic Right: What happens when a married man with an impregnation fetish marries an infertile cuckquean? Add a hot, young girl, and anything is possible.

Part One explores Ray’s fetishes and introduces the incomparable, 18-year old, Jesse.

Part Two gives us insight into Corinne’s cuckquean tendencies.

Part Three is the culmination of a lifetime of frustration.

If you’re looking for a quick stroke, skip to the third part. Otherwise, enjoy the slow burn of Ray’s aching desire for their new housekeeper.

Enjoy.

-Dakota

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Part One

Ray

I simply could not figure out why my wife enlisted help with the housecleaning. I’d not once complained about the cleanliness of our home. Not once.

So the floor went a week or two without being swept. So what. The laundry piled up at times, sure. If I didn’t have to work so late, I might’ve gotten around to helping, too. That was the thing … we both worked. We’d been doing that for nineteen years, though, so I couldn’t get how come she thought we needed a maid. Sorry … housekeeper. Corinne keeps harping on me to call her a housekeeper.

She’s not even that, though. I mean, she just graduated high school and this is her first cleaning job. Ever. So, really, it seems a little ambitious to call her anything at this point.

“She’ll be here any minute, babe.”

Corinne walked through the entryway to the living room and huffed when she saw me flipping channels.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

I looked up at her with one of those looks one gives their wife when they ask a ridiculously stupid question. Of course it’s what I’m wearing, you see it on my body, don’t you?

“It would be nice if you at least tried to look decent for the first meeting.”

“Huh? She’s a kid, for christ’s sake. You think she is going to be offended that I’m wearing jeans and a white tee shirt?”

“That’s an undershirt, Ray.”

“So. She won’t know the difference.”

Reflected light danced off the wall, signaling that someone had pulled into the drive. Corinne flitted to the window like a girl waiting on her prom date. “She’s here.”

I found the whole scene rather odd, but said nothing. Being married to the same woman for almost twenty years, I knew when to keep my mouth shut.

Corinne opened the door just as the girl approached.

“Jesse. You’re right on time. Come in.”

Since my wife was executing a full-court press, I thought it best if I stood to greet the girl. I pushed myself out of my comfortable chair and pasted the friendliest smile possible on my face as I extended my hand in greeting.

“Hi, I’m Ray.”

She tentatively shook my hand and nodded shyly. “Jesse.”

“Jesse has been helping out in the church nursery.”

“Oh. You go to Great Heights, then?”

She nodded at me, then quickly turned her attention to Corinne. I got the feeling that I made her uncomfortable. I briefly wondered if my wife hadn’t been right about the shirt.

As Corinne started blabbing on about what she was looking for, I turned my attention to Jesse. They were angled away from me so I had freedom to ogle the girl without being noticed. And if they turned, I would notice in plenty of time to lift my eyes and pretend I was listening to every word. This technique had worked for me so many times. The trick was in the lack of head movement. No matter what, I never move my head, only my eyes.

Don’t get me wrong, I have never been unfaithful to my wife. Not once in all this time. Looking was not cheating. In fact, window shopping is what has kept me from straying. Well, that…some good porn, and a fantastic imagination.

It was really difficult not to compare the two ladies as they stood side-by-side. My wife, now 39, same as me, was a pleasant enough looking woman. She wasn’t quite the same girl I married at twenty, though her body hadn’t changed all that much. Corinne has always had a boyish figure. Small chest, no waistline or hips. She is actually the envy of some of my friends, whose wives have gained a few pounds over the years. In contrast, Jesse was all curves. Perfect sized breasts, and a tiny waist that flared out to womanly hips.

I think men tend to crave what they don’t have. I know I do. I gravitate toward women who look like women, when I’m surfing porn, or even when walking through the mall. Or at church. I couldn’t believe that I would have missed this cutie.

“You can’t possibly go to church very often.”

Corinne and Jesse turned abruptly toward me, and I realized that I had spoken out loud. Jesse blinked hard, then swallowed.

“Well, um, sometimes I, er, they are shorthanded in the nursery and …”

“Ray! That was a rude thing to say.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that I don’t recall ever seeing you there. And I would remember … you know … seeing you.”

It was my turn to stammer like a teenager and blush. I really hadn’t meant to question the poor girl but I didn’t know how tandoğan escort to make it right. Fortunately, my wife stepped in.

Corinne placed a hand on Jesse’s shoulder and smiled at her. “He would remember someone as pretty as you, is what he is trying to say, dear.”

I frowned at Corinne when Jesse wasn’t looking. It was what I was thinking, but she didn’t have to go and make the situation even more awkward than it already was.

“Sorry. Yes, Jesse. I would’ve remembered you, that’s all I was saying. Please … please continue with your discussion.”

Jesse fiddled with the bottom edge of her blouse, then shot me a glance when Corinne turned to point at the edge of the carpet. I caught a glimpse of her chewing on her luscious bottom lip before she turned back toward my wife.

It wasn’t much. I doubt she was even aware of how sexy she looked when she did that. But my cock didn’t know that. It was just imagining those plump lips wrapped firmly around its crown. Okay, yes, I was thinking that. My cock was merely reacting.

My wife led Jesse down the hall to continue their discussion, and moments later, I was chastising myself for lusting after a girl so young. Seriously. She couldn’t be more than eighteen years old.

The same age that our child would be, had Corinne not miscarried.

Shit.

What made me think of that?

I tried not to drudge up bad memories from the past. Especially things that were out of my control. I guess seeing a girl that is almost the same age that my wife was when we met, triggered the memory.

No regrets, though. I would’ve married Corinne even if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. I would’ve waited until we were both out of college, of course. Until we had our degrees, and were maybe settled into jobs. As it was, we struggled to get on our feet financially at first, without finishing college. But we made it. No kids, unfortunately, but still, really lucky in other ways.

We had our moments as a married couple. In the early years, we fought over money a lot. Then it was her brother, who’d come to live with us for a month but ended up staying for over a year. My job could be really demanding at times and that wreaked all sorts of havoc on our marriage. Corinne stuck with me, though.

Being friends has helped us through some tough times.

Lately, my biggest complaint is our waning sex life. It’s been pretty erratic, on the whole, but really suffering a downhill slide for the past five years. It’s not all Corinne, either. Sometimes I just don’t feel like it. When we do come together, there are just so many boundaries.

Lights off, no exceptions. We have blackout drapes in the bedroom so the room is extra dark. Missionary position and nothing else. No oral. When she is feeling a bit daring, she’ll allow me to suckle her nipples. I can touch her down there, but she doesn’t particularly like it. Her entire body tenses as if I’m going to hurt her. You’d think after being married for so long, she’d forget what her uncle did to her at thirteen.

She has some issues. What woman doesn’t, though? By the time a girl turns twenty, the likelihood that some guy hasn’t traumatized her is pretty slim.

I heard voices approaching and waited for the duo to come into view. Another glance at that nubile teen body wouldn’t hurt my eyes.

“Sweetheart, are you working from home tomorrow, by chance?”

“Yeah. Probably all week since Chalmers is out.”

“Oh, good. Would you mind letting Jesse in so she can start? I don’t have a spare key to give her.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. And we’ll get a key made this week for you.”

“Thank you Mr. Bowers.”

“It’s no problem.”

I thought about correcting her on the name, but changed my mind. It wouldn’t look good for her to run around calling me Ray if we were going to be in the same house together. Alone.

This realization plagued my mind as Corinne saw Jesse to the door. I think I waved goodbye, but can’t be certain. I didn’t wait for the door to click shut before questioning my wife’s judgment.

“Don’t you think it would be better if we waited until next week for Jesse to start work?”

“Why?”

“Well, for one, next week I’ll be back in the office. Not alone in this house with her.”

Corinne actually had the nerve to chuckle at me. “Don’t be silly. Nothing is going to happen. Jesse has a boyfriend. I think. Are you afraid she is going to attack you when you doze off at your desk in the afternoon?”

“No. It just doesn’t look right for her to be here.”

“Who is going to know?”

“Her car will be in the driveway. Everyone will know she is here.”

“Yes. But they won’t know that you are. Your car will be in the garage.”

She had a point. One I was reluctant to concede. I desperately tried thinking of another angle.

“It’ll be better with someone here the first week. That way, if she can’t find something, she’ll have someone to go to for help.”

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I türbanlı escort don’t know where anything is, either.”

“You pretend not to know where cleaning supplies are. You don’t fool me for a second.”

I scowled at her in mock anger.

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to spend some time away from your computer. I know what you do in your office when you work from home.”

She was right, of course. Working from home had benefits. One of which was watching porn during my downtime. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Pfft. Whatever. Just check on Jesse every once in a while, okay?”

I nodded reluctantly.

“She’s a real sweet young lady. You might actually enjoy her company.”

That’s what I’m afraid of.

The following morning, I reluctantly pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. A real one this time, not an undershirt. During work-from-home days, it was unusual for me to wear anything but my boxers, but I, of course, knew that wasn’t going to fly with Jesse. Or Corinne, for that matter, though she was really chipper before she left for work. She reminded me more than once about Jesse’s arrival. Her devilish smile made me a little uneasy, like I was being setup for something. I couldn’t think of what, though. It wasn’t like I ever did anything bad when working from home. Just stuff that Corinne already knew about. If her plan was to plant a teenage spy so that I’d behave myself, she was wasting money. And Jesse’s time. I wasn’t the cheating type.

Around 9:30, I thought I might’ve heard a faint knock at the door. I had forgotten to ask when to expect Jesse, so I couldn’t even be sure it was her. When I rounded the corner toward the door, though, I spied her blue Honda Civic in the driveway.

“Hey, Jesse.” I held open the door for her to enter. “I wasn’t even sure that was knocking I heard. Is the doorbell broken?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Bowers. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I knocked.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you, Jesse.” She did have excellent manners for a teenager. “Do you need help in getting started?”

“I don’t think so. Mrs. Bowers showed me where the supplies are kept.”

“Good, good. Let me know if you have any questions about anything, or … whatever. My office is the first door on the left, down the hall.”

Jesse nodded. “Okay.”

“I don’t have any conference calls today, so don’t hesitate to pop your head in.”

I wondered if I wouldn’t regret that decision. I mean, I’m not addicted to browsing indecent sites on the internet or anything, it’s just that it can get pretty boring in the afternoon sometimes. If the door was shut, I might at least be able to distract myself a little. Nothing too pervy. Just some browsing to pass the time. But thanks to my sudden desire to be helpful, that wasn’t going to happen. It would appear highly suspicious to suddenly close the door. Especially after confessing that I had no meetings.

Or maybe that was just my guilty conscious playing tricks on me.

At any rate, I could live one day without visual stimulation.

We parted ways; Jesse heading to the kitchen, while I ambled back to my office. It was another hour and a half before I emerged to check on her.

I checked the kitchen first. It was empty. And spotless, I might add. She did impressive work. I heard some movement toward the bedrooms and walked in that direction. As I approached, it became apparent that she was working on the master bathroom.

I wasn’t trying to sneak up on her or anything, but she startled, nonetheless, when I came into view.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is for this sort of thing. Should I have called out first?”

“No, it’s okay.”

Jesse had a brown smudge on her nose that made her look like an adorable puppy. It was distracting in the most unusual way.

“I would’ve jumped even if you called out. It’s just how I am.”

“Why is that?”

Jesse shrugged and swiped her finger across her nose, making the smudge a tad larger. “I don’t know, really.” She froze, noticing the brown mark. Her eyes crossed a tad so she could look at it. “Oh!”

She lifted the hem of her shirt to wipe the smudge off her nose. In the process, she flashed me her abdomen and just a hint of the lacy white bra beneath. Now, I’m not such a pervert that such things instantly turn me on or anything. But I had to admit that what I saw was pretty spectacular.

I waited for her to finish wiping her nose before posing the question I’d sought her out to ask.

“How is everything going?”

“Good. I’m making progress, I think.”

“Oh, you definitely are. The kitchen looks fabulous.”

“I’m not quite done in there. I still have the oven and microwave, and a few other things. I’ll get it done by the end of the week, though. Don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t … Did you say, the whole week?”

“Yeah. Just this week, though. A deep cleaning to get started, then I’ll only come over on Tuesdays and Fridays.”

“Oh.”

“Is … Is that alright?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Corinne didn’t give me the schedule, so … I didn’t know. But it’s fine.”

My head was spinning at the thought of having to go through all this awkwardness all week. Maybe things will get better after I get to know her a little more.

“So, uh, I thought I’d make myself some lunch. Would you like to join me?”

Jesse hesitated for a second before answering. “Sure. But you don’t have to, you know, make me anything.”

“Oh. Did you bring something?”

“Um, no. I actually missed my alarm and ran out of time this morning. I didn’t want to be late. But I don’t need to eat anything. I’m not even hungry.”

I wasn’t buying it for a second. She had been working her ass off since she got to the house. I knew she must be starving. “When you’re done here, just meet me in the kitchen, okay?”

I strolled to the kitchen and pulled out some peanut butter and jelly. It was my usual noontime meal. It took hardly any extra effort to make a second sandwich, then dump a pile of chips onto two paper plates. Jesse walked into the kitchen just as I was setting the two plates onto the table.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Water is fine.”

“Sure you don’t want some milk? It goes well with PB&J.”

A grin grew on Jesse’s lips. “That sounds great, actually.”

I noticed for the first time how her eyes really lit up when she smiled. She was really cute. In that, totally-too-young-and-I’m-not-interested-anyway, sort of way.

We settled in our seats, facing each other, and dug into our sandwiches. When I was done chewing my first bite, I decided to start with the twenty question routine.

“So, Jesse … Corinne mentioned that you just graduated high school. Is that right?”

She nodded as she chewed. I kicked myself for asking a yes/no question. I would not make that mistake again.

“What are your plans after this summer?”

Jesse swallowed, then took a sip of milk before answering. “I’d like to take a few courses at the community college. Core stuff. Just to buy some time before deciding on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. Seriously, no idea. Nothing sounds appealing.”

“There’s still plenty of time to decide that. Lots of kids change majors, and then, most people don’t work in the same field in which they got their degree.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t have a degree. I went to college, but I didn’t finish.”

“Why not?”

I briefly considered blowing off the question, but then didn’t. “Corinne got pregnant between our Sophomore and Junior years. Getting a job and making money sort of became the priority.”

“Oh. Do you … Where is …?” She was at a loss for how to ask, so I bailed her out.

“Corinne miscarried at week nineteen.”

“Oh, no.”

“It’s pretty rare, actually; less than 1% chance of it happening. Turns out that she had some other issues. She can’t … we can’t … have babies.” I felt myself getting a little choked up over it. It was old news, really. We’ve known we couldn’t conceive for years. I had no idea why it was affecting me all of a sudden.

“You can’t … ever?”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to repeat it again out loud.

“Do you wish you could?”

The girl was ripping my heart out. I sucked in a breath and attempted to man up and answer. “Yes. I do. Very much.”

And then the whole fucking dam broke.

“It’s difficult at this stage in life to realize that you’re never going to have children. I didn’t care so much about it when we were young and struggling to make ends meat. I mean, I just didn’t see the bigger picture, you know? I didn’t think it would matter. I loved my wife, and it was going to be just fine with the two of us.

“And it is, really. Fine. Better than fine. Corinne is … she’s my best friend. So, really, I should be okay with it. You know, fine.”

I braved a look at Jesse. Her back was against the chair. A little line creased the center of her forehead. “You said fine, like, four times. It doesn’t make you a bad person to admit that your life is not going the way you want it to.”

“But I … it’s fine.” I cringed at having said the word again.

“My life isn’t so perfect, either.”

I couldn’t fathom what this girl had to bring to the pity table, but I was in no mood to keep talking about myself. Somewhere along the line, she’d managed to turn the twenty question game against me. So, I did myself a favor and sat back to cock my ear and listen.

“My mom died last year. Heart attack. My date had dropped me off at the door, and a few minutes later, I found her … on the kitchen floor.” Jesse gazed at her glass of milk for a moment as if remembering the sight. “It was just the two of us. I’ve never met my dad. He sent checks to my mom until I turned eighteen, but she never talked to him. I don’t even know where he lives.

“Anyway, there was this thing about where I was going to go, who was going to take me in. No one wanted to do it.”

“Don’t say that. I’m sure that wasn’t the case.”

“It was. I heard the arguing through the door between Aunt Darla and Uncle Robert, my mom’s sister and brother. Aunt Darla lost.”

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Halloween on campus was predictable: naughty nurse and schoolgirl outfits, kegs of domestic beer, and hundreds of red plastic cups that would line the sidewalks for the coeds taking the Walk of Shame on November 1st.

Leon was at the frat party sipping a Jack on the rocks. He was dressed as Michael Myers from Halloween, complete with a one-piece mechanic’s suit and a plain white mask. Leon was scanning the room when his eyes settled on a perfectly sculpted ass bending over, filling her red plastic cup from the keg. The girl was wearing latex boyshorts and when she bent over, Leon could see her pussy lips. She stood up and turned. The girl, a curvy Latina with jet-black hair and brown doe-eyes, was dressed in a latex uniform shirt and a leather police officer’s hat to compliment her shorts. The uniform shirt was a half-shirt at best, revealing a curvy mid-section with a faint hint of abdominal muscles. She was carrying a dog leash in her hand. At the end of the leash was a blonde woman, maybe six feet tall. Her costume was a bikini. It worked for her.

The Latina, “Eva”, according to her name tag on the workshirt, rus escort approached Leon. She tugged the leash attached to the Joker and whispered into his ear. He nodded. She repeated this with the blonde, who also nodded.

“What are you supposed to be?” Leon asked. “Sexy cop?”

“Let’s say…sexy dogcatcher,” Eva said, winking. “Cute costume, by the way. I have a proposition for you. You see,” she said, jerking the leash holding the bikini girl, “Heather has been exceptionally well-behaved, and she deserves a treat. And she picked you. Who am I to refuse?”

This is crazy, Leon thought, but he said “I’m game.”

Heather smiled and clapped her hands. “Good”, Eva said. “Come upstairs. Oh, and take the mask off.”

Leon followed the trio upstairs through the crowd of costumed students. Eva opened the door to the master bedroom. A sprawling bed sat on the room. Heather kneeled on the bed as Eva unhooked her bikini top, revealing full breasts and perfect pink nipples, almost the same tone as her skin. Heather slipped out of her bikini bottom sincan escort herself. She had a small racing stripe above her pussy.

Eva gently pushed Heather onto her back and ran a finger up and down Heather’s pussy. Heather moaned and spread her legs. Eva slipped to fingers in and licked Heather’s clit. She looked up at the growing bulge in Leon’s costume.

“You don’t have to wear that the whole time, silly.”

Leon scrambled to get out of the jumpsuit, barely aware of the other man sitting a foot away from him. Leon, still masked, pounced on the bed. Eva pushed him lightly away.

“Not so fast,” she scolded him. “I’m not through yet.” Eva slid her fingers into Heather’s eager opening and sucked on them. Heather squirmed, the choke collar drawing a notch tighter around her neck. Leon was stroking his hard cock furiously.

Eva positioned herself on top of Heather, facing away. Leon could hear Heather panting and trying to lick through the latex boyshorts. Eva pulled Heather’s legs back and spread them wide. She looked at Leon.

“Now.”

Leon sıhhiye escort positioned himself on the bed. Eva, still spreading Heather’s legs wide, jammed her tongue into Leon’s mouth. Leon groped her through her latex shirt, feeling her hard nipples. He thrust his hips forward and penetrated Heather. Heather moaned “ohmygodddddddd” as Leon went in at out. Her pussy tightened around Leon’s cock as she came.

Leon could feel himself getting close to climax. “Oh, I’m so close” he said. Eva dropped Heather’s legs and grabbed Leon by the small of the back. “Inside of her.” Leon struggled to pull out but he could feel himself going deep; the warm wetness was too much.

“Oh..oh…oh….!” Leon could feel himself losing control and he came deep inside of Heather. He could hear Heather’s moans change to protests but Eva held them both into place until she was satisfied and climbed off. Leon finally pulled out. Heather sat up and opened her legs. Her taut thigh muscles flexed and tensed until Leon’s semen dripped out of her pussy and down to the crack of her ass. Heather’s eyes brimmed with tears as she spread her pussy open and forced more cum out.

“I can’t believe you did that, Eva. I trusted you. There’s so much…”

Eva quickly leaned over and stuck a finger into Heather’s glistening pussy and pulled it out, glistening with cum. She slowly sucked it off of her finger.

“Happy Halloween,” she said.

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I stood there in the bedroom naked apart from the ridiculously high heels I had on. They were bedroom only heels and even then I struggled to walk in them. 6 inch heels are not designed for everyday use they are designed to be fucked in apparently. Ideally with legs up in the air wrapped around a mans body but in this moment I was stood there facing the end of the bed.

He walked in the room but I kept looking straight forward. I heard it in his hands before I saw it. The clear plastic bag. It had come as packaging earlier in the week with something I had ordered. Rather than flimsy plastic this was quite tough stuff with a hard plastic edge that sealed whatever was inside shut. This was not a clear plastic bag that would rip easily.

He stood right behind asking me if I was ready. I replied yes as he ran one hand up the inside of my leg. Finding my already very wet pussy he teased his fingers around it before pulling them away.

He started with the handcuffs, snapping them on my wrists behind my back. I smiled at the coolness of the metal. It didn’t matter how many times I had been cuffed with standard metal handcuffs they still gave me more of a thrill than any other kind of cuffs. The noise of the chain jangling, the feeling of the metal rubbing against my wrists, the memories they brought back of previous times ulus escort I had worn them.

He then got the bag in both hands, opened it up wide and began to pull it over my head. Feeling it pull over my face, sliding over my nose and mouth, the smell of the plastic. The cold feeling of it made me moan out loud. My heart rate going up a little.

He pulled it tightly over my head, the edges of the bag loosely rubbing against my throat and neck. He grabbed the parcel tape and I heard him pull the take open. Once he had pulled it open enough he began to wrap it around the base of the bag pulling it tight against my throat. He wrapped it around again fixing the bag around my head tight but not completely sealed.

As I breathed in and out the plastic in front of my face came closer then away with every breath I took. Trying to concentrate on my breathing I almost fell over in the heels as he bent me over. Holding onto me with one hand around my thigh he guided his hard cock against my pussy from behind. I moaned out loud into the bag as I felt him slide into me, the heat of his hard cock burning inside of me. Once fully inside of me I felt his other hand grip the bottom of the bag against the back of my neck.

Then it began, he slid out slowly just leaving the tip yenimahalle escort of his cock in my pussy, then he thrust back in with force. I lost my balance in the heels straight away. The only thing keeping me up was his hands pulling me back. As he pulled me back he pulled the bag tight against my face. Over and over he assaulted my pussy, thrusting hard in and out. No lovemaking this was hard primal lust. I just took it though, screaming into the plastic bag. Oh god his cock was so hard inside of me I was needing this so bad.

I carried on screaming out into the bag as he fucked me hard over and over again. Unable to regulate my breathing the air inside the bag became hotter and hotter, condensation forming inside of it from my breath. At one point he released his grip on the bag a little and all I could see was a blurry vision due my hot breath. The condensation on the inside of the bag now mixed with my smeared red lipstick on this inside making me feel more used and horny.

Yet again his pounding from behind continued, his hand pulling the bag tight against my face again. The air getting hotter inside and harder to breath. But I had forgotten about my breathing, about trying to stand in the heels, all that was in my mind was my impending orgasm.

I tunalı escort felt his hand go round to the front of my pussy and his fingers find my clit. How could he pound me so violently and hold onto the bag and rub my clit I had no idea but I didn’t care. As my breathing got more frantic, the air hotter, my balance left in his hands, the more my orgasm built. I felt it rip through me as I screamed into the bag. The plastic sucking into my mouth alittle which only made me more excited. The taste of the plastic and the feeling of it blocking my mouth turning me on. My vision blurry due to a combination of the condensation, lack of air and pure pleasure. I screamed out in the bag gasping for air. He held me up as my body shook, his cock still deep inside me.

All of a sudden it was over, I heard the tape being undone a little then the fresh cool air hitting my hot face as he pulled the bag off my face. Asking me if I was ok all I could do was quietly mumble yes. I fell forward on the bed and took some deep breaths as he unlocked the handcuffs. As I breathed in still bent over covered in sweat I felt his cum start to leak out of me. I hadn’t even noticed him cum inside of me due to my intense orgasm.

I glanced over to a mirror on the side of the bed. I looked at myself in it, hardly recognising it was me. My hair flat, the ends damp with sweat. My eye make up smudge, eyes wide, still watering a little. My red lipstick gone, small smudges remaining around my mouth. A small red mark from the edge of the bag on my neck. I looked at him as I collapsed down into the bed exhausted and fulfilled, just saying thank you over and over again as he stroked my hair.

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After several days of seemingly-nonstop winter rain, The Old Pueblo is graced once again with its trademark sunshine. Like so many Tucsonans, I have come out on this Sunday afternoon to do some shopping at one of the malls. My purchases made, I sit at Tohono Tadai Transit Center, patiently awaiting the next bus headed south toward the university.

I am typically a quiet, nondescript, essentially unnoticed person, one who observes and listens discreetly, taking note of the surroundings and the people who inhabit them at any given moment in time. Today is no different. I wear comfortable clothes – shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, and flannel shirt – and sit on one of the blue-painted metal park-style benches, my Software, Etc., bag beside me as I watch the passersby from behind my dark sunglasses.

Typically, there is not much of interest happening here. Occasionally, a person or group will stand out amongst the others, capturing my attention for a scant few seconds. It may be due to an unusual tattoo design, or the writing on one’s clothing, or simply the way someone walks. If that person sees me at all, it is a quick glance that comes in my direction, sweeps over me, and moves on to other, more interesting people or things behind me. That suits me just fine – I prefer to be in the “background” anyhow.

Being in the “background,” especially when my eyes are hidden behind the sunglasses, allows me to admire discreetly. It is very much true that Americans are as a group getting larger and larger, and I have certainly noticed that over the past mamak escort ten years I have lived in this small city; yet this fact makes certain people stand out even more.

…like her.

I am guessing that she is twenty years old, but almost certainly a college student given that she and her friend are talking in a low, concerned tone about tomorrow’s French exam. The two young women enter my field of vision from behind me and to my right. What draws my attention to her in particular is not just the fact that she is female, not just the fact that she has silky golden hair flowing nearly down to the small of her back, not just the fact that there seems to be a brilliant aura about her. Instead, what draws my attention to her is her clothing.

I look straight ahead, but my eyes are focused to the far right edge of my peripheral vision, tracking her and her friend as they walk slowly past, their purses draped across their bodies. She wears black platform heels, so she is about the same height as her friend. But her blue jeans and black t-shirt are so snug and tight upon her frame that they fit her almost like a second skin. The t-shirt embraces her so securely that I can actually discern the outline of her bra, particularly the left bra strap trapped between cloth and skin.

I turn my head in her direction, but only slightly; if she were to turn and look at me, she would almost certainly have no clue that I am watching her intently. My eyes drink in her form, admiring the pronounced swells ofise gelen escort upon her upper torso, noting the curves inward at the waist and outward at the hips. As she and her friend move slowly away from me, the jeans seem to be almost painted upon her due to the tight fit; I wonder idly if her friend had to help her into those jeans. Her derrière is meaty, firm, well-toned, and shifts quite pleasingly as she walks slowly at her friend’s side.

Watching her, I have a very strong suspicion that she knows deep in her soul that she is undeniably gorgeous, that most men and some women would drop everything and kneel before her beauty if she so commanded. I am aware of others turning their heads to look at her, including a group of teenage boys who stare openly as she approaches them. Yet she must really be concerned about the French exam, as she does not pay them any attention, given that she is so deeply involved in her conversation with her friend.

For just a moment, I envision her draped across my thighs, her forearms bound together with the same abrasive rope used to both pin her upper arms to her torso and form her breast bondage. I can see her meaty flesh quivering underneath her second skin with each forceful impact of my hand. I can feel her squirming upon me, hear her grunting around the pistoning penis gag.

I smile to myself, just slightly.

Someone behind me and to my left calls out a feminine name, and both she and her friend stop and turn, their glances otele gelen escort washing directly over me as they search out the source of the outburst. I can now clearly see her face for the first time: small and round, the cheekbones high and prominent, a thin coat of dark-red paint upon the lips, silver hoop earrings catching the available light in the shade of the overhangs at this transit center.

The t-shirt is so that that if she was not wearing a bra, her nipples would be clearly evident. In fact, given the manner of her dress, I assume the only hairs upon her body are those long silky golden strands attached to the top and back of her skull; therefore, the only mysteries are the size and shape of her nipples. Her clothes are so incredibly constricting upon her body that everything else is visible, even though she is appropriately covered.

The look of concern upon her face changes quickly to a warm greeting, a smile crossing her face. Taking her friend’s hand, she hurries across my field of vision, walking quickly, and I marvel that she can move so quickly and fluidly in such form-fitting clothing and platform heels. My head does not turn to follow her as they pass by my position; I track her with my eyes instead, relishing every last detail before she passes out of my peripheral vision, the gentle bounce of each breast burned into the permanent record of my photographic memory.

At that moment, the bus arrives. I stand, pick up my shopping bag, and board the bus as soon as the previous passengers have disembarked. Once in my seat, I look around for her, but I do not see her. Perhaps she is hiding on the other side of the Information Center, talking with whoever had called her. Perhaps she is now on one of the other busses on the other side of the transit center.

Perhaps my eyes will never see her again. But that does not matter, for I can always see her in my mind.

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My husband Tommy and I have always been a very open and honest couple. Our honesty extends to all aspects of our marriage including our sex life. We always take the time to share our fantasies with each other and make every effort possible to help the other person’s fantasy come to life.

My name is Tanya and I have been married to Tommy for just over six years. We are both in our early thirties, both attractive and both very fit. Tom is of average height and weight but works out with weights intensely which provides him with a very rugged and muscular physique. His 7 inch cock (which he keeps smoothly shaven along with his balls) is very delicious and fits my tight pussy wonderfully. I myself am very lean due to vigorous yoga and circuit training. I tan regularly and keep every inch of my hard body silky smooth. For my thirtieth birthday two years ago, Tom bought me something I had been wanting for years, breast implants. Overnight I went from a small B cup to a very busty DD.

Like I said, my husband and I have always had a very active and adventurous sex life. Over the years we’ve enjoyed certain pleasures such as strap on dildo’s, exhibitionism, soft swinging and bondage. I can’t remember exactly when Tommy confessed his most recent fantasy to me, but I have to admit it caught me off guard a bit.

It was after dinner while we were out of town at a ski resort. After several bottles of wine and plenty of sex themed chit chat, Tommy confessed to me that he had always wanted to experiment with tasting and eating his own cum. Initially I was speechless, I always considered myself a very open minded person but the thought of my strong manly husband tasting his own seed seemed somehow gay or weird to me.

Tom sensed my shock and immediately blushed with embarrassment. He became very awkward and tried to quickly change the subject. As he attempted to wave down the waitress for our cheque I reached across the table and took hold of his hand.

“Honey” I said, “It’s ok, I’m ok, don’t worry.”

I winked at him and gave his hand a squeeze.

He stared into my eyes lovingly and looked very relieved,

“Thanks babe.”

Weeks went by and the subject of cum didn’t arise once. I’m sure Tommy thought the subject long forgotten but it was in fact not far from my mind at all. Every day while Tommy was at work I would kızılay escort scour the internet for information about men with the same fantasy as my husband. I learned that although the subject of men tasting their cum was surrounded with a certain stigma, it was far from a rare fantasy. I talked to women on message boards, exchanged emails, read erotic stories and even watched femdom videos of women forcing men to lick cum off their bodies. If I was going to make my husband’s fantasy a reality, I was going to do it right or not at all.

As my Tommy’s thirty third birthday approached, I decided to use that night to implement my plan and give my sexy husband a night he would never forget.

The evening started with dinner which was complimented by plenty of fine wine. I made sure to keep Tommy’s glass constantly topped up while only sipping lightly at mine. After dinner we shared a nightcap at a lovely cocktail bar just down the street from our home. By ten o clock that night I had Tommy tied naked to our bed, flat on his back with his hard dick pointing straight up to the ceiling.

“Ohh I love you baby, where are you? Hmmm” he moaned as he struggled gently with his blindfold, struggling to get even a peek of what was to come.

I came out of the bathtub with my freshly shaved pussy glistening,

“I’m here sweetie, now lay back and relax, tonight is your night” I teased.

My big boobs bounced slightly as I climbed on top of the bed and lied down next to Tommy, he squirmed slightly in surprise due to the blindfold. I ran my fingers gently down his muscular chest, over his defined abdominals and lightly teased his cock. Tommy moaned softly and thrust his hips upwards.

“Hmmmm your dick is sure nice and hard for me Tommy, I wonder how I should reward you?” I purred.

I ran my fingers over his shaved ball sack and smiled as Tommy’s dick twitched.

“Please honey” he pleaded, still struggling to see underneath his blind.

“Happy birthday sweetie” I purred.

I reached out and flicked his velvety cock head with my tongue. Tommy bucked and moaned and I smiled devilishly. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and began to give my loving husband the blowjob of his life. Within minutes Tommy was squirming against his restraints, bucking his hips and breathing kolej escort heavily. His cock tasted so good that I had almost forgot my intentions for the evening.

His breathing suddenly became very short and shallow, my husband’s tell-tale sign that he was about to come,

“Now” he moaned in a whisper.

I quickly took his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it frantically against my tits, just in time it would seem. Immediately hot thick cum began to pump out of my hubby’s thick cock. Rope after rope of his hot seed coated my big boobs and even a little bit of my stomach. Lying there in post orgasmic bliss, my husband was most vulnerable for what was to come.

“Oh my God Tanya that was amazing sweetie” he whimpered.

I leaned over and quickly pulled the eye shade off his face. Tommy’s eyes bulged as he saw me kneeling beside him with my arms folded underneath my boobs like a platter. Cum was running down my breasts, clinging to my erect nipples and dripping slowly off onto the bed.

“Happy birthday Sweetie” I grinned.

As I straddled my hubby’s chest and leaned forward I thought I saw the briefest moment of hesitation in his eyes. Ignoring what I may have seen, I pressed my cum covered boobs right into Tommy’s face.

He immediately began lapping and sucking at my tits like he was a teenager with his first girlfriend. I couldn’t believe how vigorous he was. I tried to tease him gently by saying things like

“You like that cum baby?” and “what a nice cum slut” but I don’t think he even heard me.

I moaned softly as Tommy took my cummy nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue. After a few minutes I pulled away and was amazed to see that my boobs were sparkling clean! Tommy looked in pure ecstasy lying there with cum smeared all over his smiling face.

“Oh God honey that was amazing” he beamed.

I noticed his still rock hard cock and grinned,

“Lucky boy, were not done yet.”

Sliding down his body I immediately straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his stiff dick. I must have been really enjoying the pleasure I was giving my husband because after only a few minutes of riding his dick I could feel my own orgasm building.

“Ohhh fuck baby your cock feels so good” I purred, “you going to cum big for me maltepe escort baby?”

Tommy only groaned and struggled half-heartedly against his restraints. I tweaked one of my hard nipples hard and felt my climax inch even closer. Tommy thrust upward to meet my aching pussy each time I thrust downward to meet his throbbing cock. My breath began to quicken and shallow at almost the same time my husbands did.

Suddenly my body exploded and tingled as I came hard all over Tommy’s dick. I moaned loudly as my pussy squeezed rhythmically, caressing and massaging my hubby’s cock.

“Ohhhhh fuck Im cumming” Tommy grunted in warning.

I immediately leaped off his dick and squirmed forward slightly. I jerked Tommy hard as his second orgasm erupted all over my sweet and curvy ass cheeks. Believe it or not I think his second climax was even bigger than his first. I giggled when I looked back and saw that both of my bum cheeks were covered in gooey cum.

“Ready for seconds?” I teased.

Tommy only stared in amazement. I slithered down his body and plumped my ass right over his face. Almost forcefully, he thrust his mouth forward and began licking his cum. My cheeks, my pussy, my asshole, there wasn’t a single inch of my rear that my hubby didn’t thoroughly clean of his own seed.

I looked down and laughed in amazement. Tommy’s cock was still rock hard and aching for more attention.

“Well, you wanted this to be a night he would never forget” I thought to myself.

By this point Tommy was basically delirious with pleasure, he mumbled softly and was no longer fighting against his restraints. I kissed him gently as I slipped his swollen cock back inside me.

I ended up cumming twice more that night. I bucked my hips wildly and through my head back in pleasure. Tommy grunted like a porn star stallion beneath me as his cock twitched and swelled yet again. I didn’t hear him say anything but I definitely felt his dick explode as he shot his third load of cum deep inside me.

“Ohmmmm my, ohhhhh fuck ohhh fuck” he rambled in incohearant whimpers.

“Ok baby” I purred, “time for your final birthday treat.”

Tommy gazed at me lovingly, seemingly half asleep from his exertion and his three back to back to back orgasms.

I straddled his face and grabbed his head by the ears. He lapped at my pussy eagerly, straining to lick every last drop of cum from my well fucked hole.

I felt another orgasm approach as his tongue danced over my swollen clit.

“I love you Tanya” Tommy mumbled with his own cum all over his lips.

“I love you too baby” I smiled,

“And don’t worry, we will DEFINITLEY be doing this again…….”

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