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Hello there, you can call me Lisa (not my real name) and I’m a lady in my early 30s. I’m pretty tall, standing 5’10” in stocking feet, and have a have a tight toned athletic body.

So I work as a manager in a major upmarket chain hotel in London, its name and the names of those I mention will be changed throughout to protect identities.

As you can imagine we see all sorts of things and deal with our fair share of odd, annoying or aggressive individuals. It’s for this reason some of the other female managers dread the late shifts. I’ve never minded them too much and indeed there have been some great stories, one of which I’ll tell you now.

—

So it was a few months ago and I had my feet up in my office taking a break with a cup of tea when the phone rang. It was one of my bar staff, suggesting I came through, he thought a customer was going to need an intervention. I sighed and told him I’d be right there. Getting to my feet I checked I was presentable in the mirror: smart black court shoes, buffed to a high shine; tan stockings; black suit, skirt dropping over my knees; white blouse and topped off with a company colour cravat. I wore minimal makeup and had my brown hair cut to fall to shoulder length, tucked back away from my face. A professional look for sure but the suit was well enough tailored to show there was a reasonable body beneath it.

I arrived behind the bar and quickly spotted the problematic customer. He was a bulky bald man, probably early 50s, the usual business type. He had a shadow of stubble on his cheeks and his clothes were rumpled, obviously he’d been having a long day before he got back here. As I watched the girl he was talking to gasped and slapped him across the face before storming off. He swung back round on his bar stool and morosely ordered another drink. I gave the barman a nod to serve him while I went to talk to the girl he’d been with, the barman who’d called me said this was the third or fourth he’d had the same response from.

She seemed a nice enough girl, if a bit dim and shy. After a couple of minutes she finally admitted what he’d said. He’d asked her (and presumably the others) to go back to his room and sit on his face. I had to fight to keep a straight face at the poor girl’s look of shock and horror. If that was all he was after at least he was honest and direct. I apologised to her for the embarrassment and offered her a drink on the house.

Back at the bar our businessman had his eyes on a new target, I stepped in quickly before we had another slapping. “Excuse me sir, I hear you’re harassing our female patrons.”

“Harassing?” He slurred, a strong German accent evident in his speech “I am merely trying to find a companion. None of your ladies are accommodating.”

“Our ladies? I think you may have the wrong idea sir, this is not that ulus escort sort of establishment” and I wasn’t lying. Hookers didn’t hang out in our bar, it was too expensive and out of the way (not that the staff didn’t know any, I was sure). “I think it’s best I take you back to your room now.”

He muttered a little to himself then knocked back his whisky and got to his feet, somewhat unsteady.

We got to his floor without incident. I could tell he was eyeing me up in the lift and I wondered if he was going to try anything. As we walked down the hall he was a couple of steps behind me and I could feel his gaze on me, taking in my firm legs and tight round bottom.

At his room I used my master key and held the door open. He stumbled and ‘fell’ against me, taking the opportunity to cop a feel of my hard thighs as he did. I pushed him back against the wall, holding him up with an arm across his chest and saw the glow of delight in his eyes at being manhandled. I tutted disapprovingly at him “now then, that wasn’t very nice was it? Behave now and stay here” I patted him gently on the cheek. ” Oh, and have a shave for goodness sake. No wonder no-one wanted to sit on your face with that stubble” I left him blushing and let the door swing shut behind me but not before noticing the blood was rushing somewhere other than his cheeks as well. I grinned to myself on the way back to my office, we got all sorts but that was the first time me telling a guest off had given them an erection.

Another cup of tea and some paperwork later and my mind drifted back to him. It wasn’t that he was particularly attractive, a somewhat podgy bald middle aged man, but there was something about the way he’d reacted. Working shifts can be tricky for relationships and I’d gone a while without getting my needs seen to. My mind kept providing images of his bald crown peeping out from between my thighs, making it hard to concentrate on the weekly sales figures.

I went to the toilet and caught myself paying a little too much attention to parts that didn’t need wiping. ‘Fuck it’ I thought. Back at my desk I called up his details on my computer. He checked out in the morning, good. I picked up the phone and dialled the room. He answered, confused as to who’d be calling at this hour. “Mr Gruber, have you shaved yet?” I asked, craning my neck to make sure no one was approaching the office. “You haven’t? You are a bad boy. I expect you to take care of it. I’ll be with you shortly.” Instructions given I’d committed myself to it. I guess it’d been in the back of my mind since I’d found out that was what he was after. Well, I hoped he lived up to it.

I did my rounds of the bar and told the staff I was going on my break. I got in the lift and headed for his floor. I had butterflies in my stomach, was yenimahalle escort I really about to mess about with a guest while on duty? I forced them down as I strode down the hall. I took a deep breath and let myself into his room. He scrambled to his feet from where he’d been lounging on the bed looking at his laptop. When he saw it was me he relaxed and smiled “I have shaved miss.”

I crossed the room to stand before him, examining his face. “You’ve missed some shaving cream there” I pointed out and he scurried into the bathroom to tidy up. I took the opportunity to slip off my shoes and shed my jacket, cravat and skirt. When he came back out of the bathroom I was sat in the chair beside his bed, looking at his laptop. “Does your work know what you watch on this thing?” I teased.

“Does your work know what you do here?” He countered, leaning against the doorframe in his robe.

I put the laptop to one side and rose to my feet to square up to him. We were much of a height, even if he had half as much again bulk as me, and my eyes bored straight into his. I grabbed his chin and brushed my fingers over his jaw. “Much better, nice and smooth. I recommend you shut that smart mouth though, no one likes a seat that talks” he shut up with a smile still ghosting around his lips. I directed him to the bed, one hand grasping his robe before he passed so he had to shrug it off. He lay as directed, naked on the bed. I stepped up and settled down kneeling across his face, my hold-up covered legs bent either side of his head and my panties hovering above him. They were nothing special, boring old navy cotton ones, but he was fixated upon them. I grabbed the tv remote and delicately lowered myself onto him. As my panties brushed his face he let out a lusty sigh, which was a rather nice sensation as it swirled over my cunt. The round globes of my arse sat on his cheeks with his nose pressed against me, pushing my panties into the cleft between my buttocks. I shuffled about a bit, getting comfortable and making sure he was able to breathe before flicking through the channels.

Unsurprisingly there was nothing on. I watched 10 minutes or so of the news, just enjoying the warm body I had trapped beneath me. I needed more though, I didn’t have all night before I had to get back to work. I picked his laptop up again, bringing back up the video he’d been watching when I’d came in.

In it a tall, bronzed and ripped young man was lying naked on an office desk. A woman in a smart business suit and stockings was standing over him, skirt hitched up to her waist and rubbing her pussy through her panties. As I watched her damp patch I felt myself start to get wet as well. I watched her squat on his face and rub her wet panties over him.

I mimicked her motion rubbing tunalı escort myself against my businessman, imagining I had the film’s fit young Adonis with his long firm cock beneath me. I changed position and pulled my panties aside. “Lick my arse” I instructed him as I tucked my hand down the front of my panties and started teasing my clit. Say what you wanted about his physique elsewhere, his tongue was top notch. He rimmed me like a champion, swirling round my hole and penetrating me. I pushed back as he did and rode his tongue while I slipped a finger inside and started fucking myself.

Soon I slipped another finger in and they slid in and out of my wet snatch. My juices were flowing heavily now, his tongue probing my arse as I imagined riding the muscular figure in the video. My breath started coming more raggedly as the sensations built, the edge of the taboo from exploiting a guest taking my pleasure up another notch. My fingers pumped in and out, I threw my head back and panted as I rubbed my crotch against his face.

My orgasm rolled through me like a wave, shaking my body and sending my pussy frothing. I moaned long and deeply as I gushed my juices out, soaking my panties and running over his face. I quivered, sending further rills of cum out to cover his face with a sheen of my intimate essence.

I dismounted his face and climbed off the bed to stand on my shaky legs, the power of the orgasm leaving me weak. I put a hand against the wall to support myself as I removed my panties and used them to soak up as much of my juices as they could. I dropped them on his naked chest where they landed with a squelch. “Enjoy them while you finish yourself off” I told him as I headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

A few minutes later after seeing to the necessary intimate cleansing and a tidy-up to ensure it wasn’t obvious what I’d been up to when I got back to work I left the bathroom to see Hans with my sopping panties covering his eyes and his hand working his cock. As I watched he arched his back and came with a groan, a long stream of cum spurting from his slit and splattering across his belly, followed by a couple of smaller shots and a dribble that ran over his fingers. “Hmm, not bad” I said, thinking he really had a rather nice cock underneath his otherwise unimpressive body. But it would have to wait, I’d been away a while as it was.

He pulled the panties down to rest on his chest. “For you, I should do better, such a gusher. You are done?” He asked in his broad accent, eyes alight and breathing deeply.

“I have to work” I told him, pulling my skirt back on and stepping into my shoes. “Next time you can give me a better performance. And don’t hassle the girls.”

“No miss, next time I will demand to see the manager at once!”

I smiled and laughed, leaving him lying on the bed covered in both our cum and sniffing my soaked panties.

—

So that was the first time I had sex with a guest but not the last. Hans has been back a few times since and has been much better behaved. But work goes on and the stream of strange and sexy stuff happening keeps on going. Maybe next time I’ll tell you what the maids get up to.

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I own the rights to the pest control services in an upscale hi-rise condominium on the beach. It’s a great job because all the people are all very young and successful. The wives and girlfriends are usually all knock outs, too.

Since this was my second year spraying this building, I knew where all the really good looking women lived. I looked forward to seeing them in the halls or on the way back from the beach.

On one particular occasion, I was going to start spraying early on the 15th floor. There was a brunette that lived there with her husband, that I thought was beautiful. She had often tried to set me up with her single friends but something always seemed to screw up the plans.

Being single had its benefits in this line of work. I stayed in good shape and am in my early thirty’s. So I met lots of ladies at the building. But I never went out with any of them.

Well, back on the 15th floor, I saw my favorite brunette. Her name is Sophia. She is 23 y/o. She doesn’t work because her husband is an attorney and does pretty well.

She asked me if I was going to be spraying on her floor today. I answered that I would but it would be later on. She informed me she would be going down to the beach after she “took care of a few things” and to just use my master key.

I nodded and started down the hall. After finishing that apartment, I heard voices in the hall. It was Sophia and her husband. They were quarreling. I ducked back and listened as it sounded heated.

“You never take your time anymore. What about me?” she asked.

He replied, “Sorry babe, I’ll make it up to you. I don’t know what wrong. I have to get to the office. We’ll talk later.”

“You say that but nothing ever changes.”

I closed the door and heard him board the elevator. Not soon after that I heard her close the door and leave. I wondered what he wasn’t doing.

I figured the coast was clear and went to their apartment to spray. I used the master key and went in. Their place was beautiful. I started spraying in the kitchen and then went to the bedroom.

The bed was all messed up and there looked like there was a wet spot on the sheets. They must have just fucked. Now I knew what she meant when she said she was going to “take care of a few things”.

It was all making sense now why she was mad at him. He came but she didn’t. I wondered how often he left her like that. What a fool.

I went into the bathroom and noticed their laundry hamper. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t rus escort resist looking inside. Right on top was her panties. I took them out and thought how cute and sexy they were.

I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. They were wonderfully scented with her. My cock got hard as nails. I stood there and got lost in her smell. Then I heard something like someone clearing their throat.

“Well, well. I see someone is enjoying themselves.”

It was Sophia and she busted me red handed. I tried to think of some thing to say but she started in again. I expected to hear her say that she was going to call the cops or something. Instead, I was shocked.

“I always new you liked me; always checking me out. I knew you were a perv. You are always looking at my feet. What should I do?”

“Please, I’m sorry. This will never happen again. I couldn’t help myself. Look at you, you’re beautiful.”

She looked at me, “Listen, this will be our little secret, but on one condition.”

I told her, “anything”.

“I had a fight with my husband this morning. It seems that lately he can’t last. I came back here because he filled me so full of his cum and I needed to clean up.”

I listened attentively rather amused.

“I need you to help me out. Lie down on the floor and get me off and I won’t say anything. I haven’t cum in a month and I’m really horny.”

I was shocked. She wanted me to fuck her and get her off. I was speechless. I started to undo my pants.

“What are you doing? I didn’t say that we were having sex. You’re going to eat me and make me cum. If you want, you can jerk off while you’re doing it.”

I asked, “Didn’t you just get fucked? You must be full of…”

“So what if I am. Don’t you think I’m sexy?”

She dropped the towel around her waist. She looked really sexy in her swim suit. So I figured I’d better just get it over with.

I lied down on the floor and waited for her.

“Good boy. I knew you’d change your mind. You’re gonna get me off and clean me with your mouth at the same time.”

She walked over and pulled off her bottoms. Her pussy was beautiful. It was completely shaven.

This gorgeous creature looked down at me and smiled. I could tell she was in lust and wanted to cum.

But she surprised me. She picked up her left foot and pushed her big toe into my mouth. She wanted to show me that she was in charge and in no hurry.

I sucked her big toe sincan escort into my mouth and savored its taste. She knew this excited me and it was exciting her as well. She let me suck her toes for a good couple of minutes. Then she pulled them away.

“My toes are squeaky clean, now time for the main course” she said.

She stepped over my head and faced my feet. She slowly descended on my face. She stopped just an inch from my mouth. I could smell her pussy again. This time, I smelled semen too.

Then she lowered it all the way down.

“I’m going to love this. Suck me first, and then you can lick my clit to make me cum. My husband rarely eats pussy but I still married him because he is a good provider. Now let’s see if you are a good provider; provider of cunnilingus that is,” she laughed.

I stuck my tongue in her beautiful pussy. It was hot and tight. It was also dripping wet. I could feel her moisture but also felt his stuff in there, too.

“Suck it, suck me real good. I fucked him twice, not an hour ago. I thought he would last longer the second time but I was wrong. However he did fill me full of his cum, as it turns out, for you to eat.”

She thought this was hilarious. I sucked in and was greeted with a big mouthful. I had never tasted my own semen, let alone anyone else’s. I was in for a crash course.

The first thing I noticed was how was really thick and hot it was. When I swallowed it, I noticed it was kind of salty and slightly bitter too. It stuck to the inside of my mouth.

She felt me sucking her out and began to squeal.

“That feels so good. I’m pushing it out of my pussy into your mouth. How does it taste? You like it? You must because he cums a lot. I can never swallow it all because there’s so much.”

She enjoyed this immensely.

“I was mad at him for finishing so quickly, so I didn’t let him fuck me for a week. He rally filled me up but of course you already know that. His poor balls were so swollen this morning. That was, at least, until he drained them inside me.”

Of course, I couldn’t answer her but I knew what she was talking about. There was so much semen inside her that he couldn’t possibly have a drop left in his nuts.

His cum kept pouring out of her. I sucked her pussy until she was dry. When I was done, it felt like my belly was full of his juice. She then shifted back and told me to do her clit now, so she could cum.

“You were such a sıhhiye escort good boy and cleaned up my messy pussy. Now make me cum. Your mouth feels wonderful on my sore little pussy. He pounded it so hard.”

I stroked her clit rhythmically back and forth till I felt her getting close. Her juices were pouring onto my face. She was humping my face now. I knew she was close.

“Here I go, suck it hard. I’m gonna cum!”

I sucked her clit with all that I had and stuck a finger in her wet box. She came and I felt her pussy clench my finger, over and over. After a minute she stopped. Then, when she had recovered fully, she stood up.

While she put on her bottoms, she said “That was wonderful; I never received oral after sex before. Having you suck me out was so erotic and dirty.”

I got up to leave. I was still embarrassed over what had happened but I had a hard on I needed to take care of.

“I’ll need to have the apartment sprayed more often, so I’ll be in touch. Oh yeah, one other thing, don’t eat before you get here, I’ll bring the lunch” she laughed.

She wasn’t kidding. She started calling me non-stop. She told me that she and her husband were getting along great thanks to me.

“I’ve been fucking his brains out, but I stopped complaining about him not lasting. Now that I have you, I could care less how long he goes. He’s the only one complaining now. He said his balls are sore from all the sex. In fact, he’s so appreciative that he’s buying me a new Mercedes this week; all because of you and your tongue.”

I passed him in the hall the other day. He looked happy. That’s what getting laid will do for you.

Of course, he didn’t know that the guy he passed in the hall knew the reason for his happiness. Many times, I had a belly full of “his happiness.”

This was all thanks to his bride.

Sophia began to refer my “cleaning” services to her friends. Of course, these weren’t freebies. These ladies tipped me very nicely.

The thing they said they liked the most about being eaten after sex was how kinky it was. They were amazed that I never complained about the taste.

Some commented to me that even they would never swallow the stuff. That’s what made it so erotic for them. They loved having a man do it for them. I guess it was a power thing.

It never bothered me. I had gotten used to the taste and actually began to like it. I especially loved the looks on their face afterward. It was pure satisfaction.

I was always careful and discreet and the women were thankful of that. Some of these ladies even fucked me too, but never Sophia. She only wanted her pussy cleaned. That was fine by me.

My business is thriving now and so is my sex life. When I go to work now, I can always look forward to a little dessert. A little creampie, that is.

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Copyright Oggbashan December 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I shouldn’t have trusted Laura. Not so soon after what I did to her at her Hen Party. I should have known she’d pay me back. I should have listened to the stories about Peter’s Stag Party. I didn’t think. I asked Laura for advice. We are best friends. That is why I had been her chief bridesmaid.

I helped her choose the bridesmaids’ dresses. The two adults, Sheila and I, wore lilac sheath dresses, close-fitted and high necked with small cap sleeves. The two young bridesmaids wore the same colour with full skirts and a sash in a darker lilac. We looked good on the wedding day but I had to hold my tummy in until we sat down. I admit it. I bulged. That is why I wanted Laura’s advice.

About a month after the wedding she rang me about something, I can’t remember what. It doesn’t matter. What did matter is she asked what she should do with my bridesmaid’s dress. Did I want it?

“I’m not sure, Laura. I felt uncomfortable in it. It showed up my fat tummy.”

“You haven’t got a fat tummy, Carol. You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not. Normally I haven’t. In that dress I have. Maybe its because it is so tightly fitted. On the day I spent most of the time consciously holding myself in.”

“I hadn’t noticed. Are you sure?”

“Yes. Perhaps you had other things on your mind?”

Laura laughed.

“Why not come over, say tomorrow evening if you are free, and try the dress on again? I promise to give you my candid opinion. Peter won’t be around. He’s at an office function; a retirement do I think.”

“OK, Laura. Tell me the truth tomorrow, please. I liked the style. It didn’t seem to like me. I don’t know why.”

“I’ll be as blunt as you want. Seven thirty do?

“Yes. See you then.”

Laura must have grabbed the phone and started making arrangements as soon as I rang off. She had the whole plot well prepared when I arrived the following night. I had walked because I thought we might end up drinking. We usually did when we got together.

After coffee I changed into that bridesmaid’s dress. Standing normally, there was no doubt about it. I had a roll of fat just above my waistline and the dress emphasised it. I twirled in front of her. Laura was as blunt as she had promised.

“You bulge. Sorry, Carol, but it’s true. It doesn’t show normally. In a fitted dress like that it does.”

I sat down feeling miserable. Laura put her arm around me.

“Don’t worry. Now we know the problem I know someone who has the solution. Just when you wear this sort of dress you need to wear something different underneath; something to give you the slimline look you normally have.”

“Who? What different?”

“She’s a lady who makes foundation garments. She used to make them for my mother.”

“You mean she makes corsets! My figure’s not that bad, is it?”

Laura didn’t answer. That told me the worst.

“I’ll think about it.” Then I remembered I was short of time. “Oh no! I’ve got to go to a formal dinner in two weeks. I need a solution before then.”

“I’m sure Kay can help. I’ll ring her tomorrow. She will need to know your measurements beforehand. I’m sure I have a copy of one of her forms around somewhere. Mum used to recommend Kay to her friends. Finish your coffee while I have a rummage.

I drank that coffee feeling very sorry for myself. Imagine me in a corset? It made me feel very old and fat. I’m neither. I’m six weeks older than Laura and she was twenty-three on her wedding day.

Laura returned with a tape measure and a couple of forms.

“Strip to your bra and panties. This can’t be done over clothes.”

I stripped. Laura plucked at the waistband of my pantyhose.

“These are control panties, aren’t they?”

I nodded.

“So you have already been wearing a girdle. A proper fitted corset will do the job much better and less obviously. Seeing you in that convinces me. You need Kay. But you’ll have to take the pantyhose off if I’m going to get accurate measurements.”

I wriggled the girdle down. It’s not a girdle: it’s the panty section of my pantyhose. It grips and holds me firmly. Laura had made me think of the pantyhose as a girdle. It made me less distressed about the thought of a corset.

The measurements seemed to be interminable and I thought some of them were pointless. What need did Kay have for my neck size, the circumference of my head around my mouth, over my nose and forehead? Laura didn’t know. The required measurements were printed on the form. She recorded everything.

“That’s done,” She said at last. “I’ll ring Kay tomorrow morning and talk to her. She’s usually free for new clients on Friday afternoons. Can you do that?”

“Probably. I’m owed some time off in lieu.”

“I’ll ring tandoğan escort your mobile as soon as I’ve talked to Kay. One last thing. You should be wearing everything that you wore on my wedding day: bra, panties, slip, pantyhose, and shoes. You wore the ones with a high strap above the ankle, didn’t you?”

“I’m surprised you remember, Laura. Yes, I did.”

“I only noticed because I kicked off my shoes. You had to bend down to undo them.”

“So I did. OK. I’ll wear or take everything. Shall I take the dress?”

“You walked here, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t bother with the dress. I’ll deliver it, and the form, to Kay when I’m next in the High Street.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of the evening we discussed people at the wedding. We enjoyed ourselves, laughed a lot and probably drank too much vodka in seemingly innocuous combinations. I left shortly before Peter was due back. We never mentioned Laura’s Hen Night. I didn’t want to remind her.

Next morning I wasn’t feeling too bright when Laura rang.

“Hi Carol. Got a pen and paper?”

“Yes Laura.”

“Kay can see you at one thirty on Friday afternoon. That OK?”

“Yes.”

“She’s in that courtyard off the High Street. You know, between the bank and the jewellers. Can you find it?”

“Of course.”

“She doesn’t normally advertise. She’ll put a sign in the window beside her front door saying ‘Kay’s Dress Service’. Written that down?”

“Yes.”

“There’s one important thing. She has been caught recently with a couple of bounced cheques that hurt her. Her consultation fee is seventy-five pounds up-front. Credit or Debit cards accepted.”

Before I could object to the size of payment Laura went on.

“For that you get the whole afternoon. You should expect to be unavailable until about six thirty. If you come straight on from Kay to me I’ll feed you. We can chat about your experience. Kay thinks you might need me as someone to appreciate your new improved figure or less likely, a shoulder to cry on. Is that a date?”

“Yes, Laura.”

“You sound very subdued. Got a hangover?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll stick to wine on Friday night. Vodka seems OK until the next morning.”

“I know.”

“You’ll feel better after lunch. See you Friday.”

She was right. I was better after lunch. I was actually looking forward to an afternoon with Kay. Even if it were only for me to be fitted for a corset, the prospect of several hours of someone else’s attention would be worth the price for the boost to my morale.

Friday lunchtime I walked down the High Street in the drizzling rain. I was cowering under a large umbrella and mentally upbraiding myself. The rain had been forecast since Monday yet I hadn’t taken a coat. Luckily the sports bag I was carrying was waterproof.

I had to walk carefully around the puddles. My bridesmaid’s shoes weren’t designed for rain. I ducked down the passage leading to the courtyard just in time to miss being soaked by the spray from a passing heavy truck.

Kay’s sign in the lighted window lightened my mood. I rang the doorbell. Kay opened it immediately. She was much younger than I had expected, possibly late thirties and looking very professional in a light blue uniform dress with a wide white belt buckled at the front. She looked like a nurse’s assistant might dress except that the belt emphasised her figure.

“You must be Carol,” Kay said, holding out her hand. I shook it, noticing that she was wearing white latex surgical gloves. She noticed my surprise.

“Sorry for the gloves. Normally I wear white cotton ones so I don’t mess up the clothes. My tumble drier packed up yesterday so the cotton gloves aren’t dry yet.”

Kay took my sports bag. I followed her into a room that looked almost as if it could be in a hospital. The fluorescent lights reflected off the pale green walls. There was a curtained area and a door leading to an en-suite bathroom. The furniture was a bed or couch like the ones doctors use for consultations, a desk, a swivel chair and a tubular chair with arms. The one thing that didn’t fit was a camera mounted on a tripod. Laura waved at the tubular chair.

“Sit down please, Carol. Sorry about the room. One of my friends does body massage in here. My usual room is being decorated.”

She took her notice from the window, stood it against a wall between two filing cabinets, and drew the curtains. She sat down on the swivel chair.

“Let me explain what we will be doing. We will try on a standard corset, possibly some others, and then I will design one just for you, if you need one. The camera is to take pictures of you as you are, and as the different garments mould your body. The pictures will help me, and you, to decide what to do. First things first though: have you brought a credit card? Did Laura explain my fee?”

“Yes to both,” I said, opening my handbag. I passed my credit card to her.

She opened a drawer on the desk and produced a credit card machine and pin keypad. She inserted türbanlı escort the card, typed in the about and pushed the pin keypad towards me. I walked across to the desk, entered my pin and waited. The machine spat out my receipt with authorisation code number. I put it and the credit card back in my wallet.

“Thank you, Carol. I’m sorry that I had to ask for payment first. My bank has been awkward recently.”

I waved a hand as if that was unimportant.

“Thank you. Please strip to your bra and panties. Then we can start.”

I stripped, leaving my shoes and pantyhose on.

“Stand over there, in front of the larger filing cabinet, please.”

I stood where she asked. Kay bent down and adjusted the camera.

“That won’t do,” she said, “come about three feet closer.” She walked across to the wall. She turned the notice around before returning to the camera. The flash startled me. She took pictures of me standing looking left and right. She walked back to the space between the filing cabinets and slid the notice behind the larger one.

“I think that might show on the photos. It doesn’t matter for the before poses. It might when we get going. One more, this time a back view, please.”

I faced the filing cabinet. The flash reflected off the wall.

“OK. That’s done.” Kay moved the tripod to the edge of the room.

“I see that your pantyhose has a support function. Could you take them and your shoes off, please. Put them on the swivel chair. We’ll need them again in a minute.”

I complied. Kay went into the curtained area and returned with a corset folded in her hands.

“This one is extreme. It does everything. It flattens the tummy, reduces the thighs, pushes up the breasts: the lot. I don’t think you will need anything as severe as this. Before we start. Those panties won’t do. They have prominent seams. They could dig into you.”

She opened the filing cabinet and pulled out a three-pack of panties. She opened it and handed a pair to me.

“Swap yours for this. You’ll find them much more comfortable.”

They were. I wasn’t sure that I wanted panties with that much material. They covered me to my waist. The gusset was still as skimpy as my panties.

Kay knelt down and fed my legs into the legs of the corset. She wriggled it up until it reached my waist.

“We need to get the full effect with your dress. Please put your pantyhose and shoes on, Carol, but don’t pull the pantyhose up further than your knees. Not yet. The corset has to be exactly right.”

I felt stupid, standing there on my strappy high heels with my pantyhose locking my knees together. I could feel the legs of the corset compressing my thighs. One leg had a crease in it. I reached down to adjust it. Kay stopped me.

“Not like that, Carol. Here’s a tip. With a legged corset, it is always better to ease the leg from the inside. If you pull at the outside you are likely to wrinkle the corset or it will pull on your skin. If you put your hand inside you can lift and spread the leg so it fits properly.”

She took my hands and fed them down inside the corset. The resistance was strong. When I lifted the front of the corset leg and lowered it again I could feel the difference. Before the corset had dragged on my skin. Now it held without pulling. Kay moved my hands around to the back. She had to pull the corset away from my waist before my arms could move. I slid my hands into the back of the corset’s legs.

The next few seconds were astonishing. Kay flipped the corset’s straps up over my shoulders and closed the front zip in a blur of movement. My arms were squeezed against my back. My hands were completely trapped. I opened my mouth to object. Kay stuffed it with a flesh-coloured ball-gag. I shook my head violently as she tightened the strap behind my head under my ponytail. I tried to run from her. My pantyhose hobbled me to a shuffle.

Kay pushed me back to sit in the tubular chair. She unfastened my shoes’ ankle straps as I tried to kick. She buckled them together. Once that was done I doubted that I could even stand without help. Why was she doing this? What did she have to gain? I didn’t understand. Then I did.

Laura walked out from behind the curtain.

“Hello Carol,” she said calmly. I glared at her.

“What’s up, Chief Bridesmaid and Best Friend? Can’t you speak? What a pity.”

Laura brought her hand from behind her back. Dangling from it was a pair of handcuffs.

“Remember these?”

I did. She’d worn them for most of her Hen Night. I’d arranged it. The male stripper had played policeman and had ‘arrested’ her with my handcuffs. Long after he’d left she was still cuffed. I hadn’t removed them until we got out of the taxi at her home.

“Kay?” Laura asked.

I felt Kay’s gloved fingers pass something silky around my elbows. They were forced together and fastened in place. Kay lifted me to a standing position and the two of them helped me across the room until I was leaning against the filing cabinet. Kay positioned the camera where it had been. I shook my head. I would have fallen if Laura hadn’t caught me. She stood me back up and reached behind the filing cabinet to pull out Kay’s notice. She held it out of my sight.

“Carol. I want you to get one thing straight. This is my retribution, not Kay’s. She is helping in her professional capacity. When she took her first three pictures this notice was in the background.”

Laura lifted the notice to my eye level. I opened my eyes wide in shock. Instead of ‘Kay’s Dress Service’ it read ‘Kay. Dominatrix. Enforced Feminisation. Erotic Bondage’ with a picture of Kay in a black leather cat suit wielding a lash. They both laughed at me.

“You remember the fee?”

I winced. What next?”

“Your credit card statement will show a payment to ‘Kay’s Bondage’. So you can’t claim you didn’t come willingly. All Kay has done is to provide the service you paid for.”

I knew I couldn’t get out of that. Apart from the photos, I’d entered my pin number in Kay’s premises.

“Kay’s task is nearly done. Apart from a few photos of we Best Friends side by side, the rest of my retribution will be my pleasure.”

Laura rested my head beside mine as Kay took more pictures of me in various poses held in Laura’s arms. Finally Laura pulled my pantyhose up and settled them in place.

“It is just possible that you might be able to wriggle out from your predicament. So…”

Kay went behind the curtain. She returned with a white slip. They tugged it up my legs and past my hips. It reached below my knees. It clung to me as hard as the corset. My thighs were jammed together.

“This is a control slip. I think it controls you quite well.”

Laura pulled the back zip up. My breath whooshed out through my nose as my lungs were compressed. I could still breathe. Each breath had to be fought against the constricting slip and corset as Kay took more pictures.

“Nearly done. You haven’t tried on your dress yet.”

They zipped the bridesmaid’s dress over my bonds.

“Remember the measurements? Including your face and head?”

Kay handed Laura some things from a desk drawer. Laura covered my mouth and chin with a flesh covered silk scarf, modified so that it fastened with Velcro behind my head. She removed my scrunchy from my hair and let to fall. A similar silk scarf hooded my head and fastened under my chin. Only my eyes and nose were visible as Laura held a mirror in front of me. Finally they stuck a short black wig to the hood. The black hair fell as wings beside my cheeks. I felt as if I was wearing blinkers. I couldn’t see to the sides unless I turned my head. I did see Kay folding up my clothes and putting them into my bag.

More photos. Kay removed the camera from the tripod and handed it to Laura. She put it in my sports bag.

“Now we are almost ready for your public debut.”

I shook violently. It was bad enough for Laura and Kay to see me like this. I didn’t want anyone else to know, nor for anyone to see those photos.

“Too late, Carol. You haven’t got any choice. Just as I didn’t have once those handcuffs were on me.”

Laura left the room leaving the door wide open. I heard a whirring noise. She returned with a large wheelchair. I remembered that it had belonged to Laura’s grandmother who had died a couple of years ago. The old lady had been suffering from something that made her limbs twitch uncontrollably. The wheelchair enabled her to be taken out and about. I remembered her bright eyes still showing intelligence long after she had lost her speech.

Kay and Laura lifted me into the chair. It was covered in a blue nylon material that dropped over the arms. A waist strap held me. They buckled other straps around my legs and torso below my breasts. I was fixed to that chair even more immovably than I was held by the corset and control slip.

Kay slotted the headrest in position. My head was between two blue plastic blocks. A strap over my chin, another over my forehead, and I couldn’t even nod or shake my head. Laura gathered the blue nylon around me with a practised ease. It zipped up to my chin, sheathing me and my lilac bridesmaid’s dress. She pulled further. The nylon stopped at my nose. She held the mirror up again and showed me that apart from my unfamiliar black hair I was completely hidden. My fair eyebrows were almost concealed by the wig’s fringe.

Laura noticed that almost as soon as I did. An eyebrow pencil soon made the fair turn black. She added blue eyeshadow. Apart from screwing up my face I couldn’t resist as she subtly changed my makeup to suit the black hair. She even sketched a pair of lips on the scarf wrapping my lower face. Finally she eased a blue hood, matching the nylon coverall, over my head. It had a peak that shielded my eyes. She arranged it carefully so that the gag was hidden. All that was left of me was my nose and eyes. Under the unfamiliar cosmetics my mother wouldn’t have recognised the tiny part of me that was visible.

Laura was satisfied.

“Thank you for everything, Kay,” she said as she started the motor to drive me from the room. “I’ll make sure Carol won’t blame you. And thanks for what you did to Peter at the Stag Party. If ever I have a row with him the photos will be useful bargaining counters.”

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I sat there confined in a fetal position for what seemed like hours. As I kept running the days events with Jenna’s mom over and over, time took on an ephemeral quality. My brain was in a type of space where I was neither awake, nor sleeping. My brain having been flooded with beta energy, seemed to have lapsed into some sort of beta brain space.

Eventually, I heard someone coming, although I could not see who. Someone was lowering Mr. Anderson next to me. I could see him get into fetal position and I saw his chain get pulled through the hook. He turned his head from me as the lock clicked. This must be some sort of cuckold holding area I thought.

Whoever had dropped him off walked up behind me. I felt a bare foot run from my shriveled penis and settle on my bare ass. “Tonight is a big night for you,” spoke Mrs. Anderson. “Tonight you will prove your love for my daughter and further submit to your life as a cuckold.” She spoke calmly without a hit of her frustration from earlier. “Jake will be your Bull as you are dating, when you soon become engage, and as well as when you take Jenna as your bride. You should be proud, he is an excellent Bull, just as Jenna will make an amazing partner. Show us what an amazing cuckold you can be tonight. Remember what we talked about today. Address your Bull as ‘Sir’, follow every command, and show the support that my daughter deserves, and you will be fine…”

With that I could feel her foot leave my bare ass, as her message rested my mind. A lot had changed in a short period of time. A lot of what Mrs. Anderson said had made sense. I honestly did have a lot of problems with erections, even with Jenna who was smoking hot. I did find myself getting frustrated around her, seemingly for no reason. As I thought about it, I did notice how she often looked disappointed after we had sex and how we had slowly gotten away from intercourse and blowjobs and moved toward me using my mouth more and more. As I remembered my beautiful girlfriend with that cock in her mouth, that wasn’t mine, I felt a small beta surge in my penis. That must be proof. I was born to be a cuckold.

As some time passed again I heard someone come up behind us. “Hi honey!” it was Jenna whispering. She began to undo the lock and detach the chain. She unlocked the cuff and arm spreader and left them on the ground. She helped me up, “Come with me,” she whispered as we went into her room. She helped me gingerly into the big bed and I laid down naked. She quickly stripped and got in.

When she held me against her naked breast I just started sobbing. “I’m sorry…” I whimpered. She held me tight and gave me sweet assurances. I could feel my shriveled penis rubbing against her perfect legs, but no erection was coming. All I felt was sorrow for not being the man she needed and guilt for not treating her like she deserved.

She was very sweet and let me cry into her amazing breasts. I felt extremely close to her and devoted to her at that moment as she understood how difficult this was for me. Yesterday, I had been her boyfriend meeting the parents, by the end of the night, I would be an obedient, loving cuckold in chastity.

Mrs. Anderson was right, I was extremely lucky to have found her.

We must have fallen asleep as we seemed to have to woken up at about the same time. It was getting dark out. We were both naked in her bed. I was still flaccid.

We looked into each other eyes with loving devotion, “Hi honey,” she said sweetly planting a kiss on my lips. We looked at each other in the eyes again and then went in for a much more passionate kiss. It was one of the most passionate kisses we had ever had. After it was over, she rolled over and checked her phone. She seemed to change gears and spoke with purpose.

“Get up honey, we need to get ready,” she said hopping out of bed. Her perfect ass bobbed a bit as she walked to the bathroom. I followed her. “Here, we need to get that collar off for now.” I turned around and she undid it. “Hop into the shower,” she commanded. “Get cleaned up. You will see a new razor and lotion in there for you. You need be hairless from the head down. Let me know if there is anywhere you can’t reach.”

I dutifully listened. I had kept a decent shaving routine up till then anyway, so this was not all that different. As I shaved around my tiny penis, I marveled at how soft I stayed. I mean I had already dribbled today once, but with my beautiful naked girlfriend just feet away from me getting ready, you would think something might happen. But, as it turns out, nothing did. I stayed soft as we both got ready for this evening.

“So,” she called out to me as she got ready, “Did anything interesting happen with my mother today?”

Suddenly, a shot of terror rang through me. What did her mother tell her? What was I supposed to say? Should I come clean and tell her that I squirted with her mother’s hand around my penis? I tried to stall for time, “Well… we talked a lot. And she showed me her flowers…”

“Really? That’s mamak escort nice,” she said from around the corner. “Anything else?”

I was starting to panic a little. “And I saw the exercise building… seemed nice…” I turned toward the wall of the shower and tried to almost hide in the corner I was so nervous.

Suddenly the water turned off. I turned around to see Jenna standing there. “You know you can just tell me that my mom made you sissy squirt and that you ate cum for the first time.”

I stood there naked, shaven and shocked. “Don’t worry honey,” she said reassuringly, “Mother and daughter hold no secrets in this house. I’m just mad at her for not letting me there the first time you tasted cum. I mean, I missed you tasting yours, but there will be other firsts soon to come so, I guess I can stand to lose that one.”

I must have looked confused and frightened. She looked me up and down. “Come on out, you look adorable all shaven,” she said sweetly, “But now we need to get you dressed.”

When I got back into her bedroom, there were several new pairs of boy-shorts laid out on the bed. There was also a small wrapped package. She handed it to me, “Open this one first.”

I unwrapped the package and inside was a brand new cock-cage. “It’s the smallest one they had,” she said smiling. She hurriedly took it out of the box and began to fiddle with the components. “It’s also pink, which I LOVE!” she said grinning ear to ear. She manipulated the device like a pro and had the ring around me in no time. She quickly, placed on the headpiece and it snapped into place. It was tight, very tight. She took at step back and looked at her handy work. “It looks perfect!” she said excitedly. She reached back onto the bed and got out a brand new lock. She fit it through the hole. She looked me directly in the eye, “I love you honey.” And with that, CLICK.

She dangled the keys in front of me, “One for Jake, and one for safe keeping…” she said winking at me. “Now, let’s see that it works.” With that she got down on her knees at my feet. She pretended to give me head. She started kissing the cage and my locked balls sweetly. I felt a tinge of sexual energy ignite there, but no change in erection. She stood up satisfied and turned her perfect ass to me. She rubbed my locked cage up and down her perfect ass. She then pushed back to simulate sex. Again she turned to examine it. Again, there was a slight sexual feeling, but no change in erection. She grabbed my cockcage tight and pulled up real close to me and whispered in my ear, “Jake is going to fuck the shit out of me and you are going to helplessly watch…” Just then I felt a major jolt to my locked penis. It even moved a bit despite being confined to it’s metal prison. Jenna pulled back and put her arms around my neck, “Well that seemed to do something,” she said smiling, “And no cage is perfect.”

She kissed me on the cheek seemingly satisfied with my new cage. “Here, let’s pick out your panties,” she said excitedly.

I looked down at the selection. “Jenna,” I asked calmly. “Why panties?”

“Well, in this house you might call it a cuckold tradition,” she answered. “The men of this house, Mr. Johnson and Jake certainly don’t feel threatened by the cuckolds, they just… feel like if the glove fits. Do you know what I mean?” I guess I sort of did. “Plus,” she said continuing, “Much of the time the cuckolds are naked. Panties are only sometimes.” She said this as if it were obvious and made complete sense. To me, I guess it was starting to in a way.

She handed me some light purple ones that I tried on. She seemed to think that they were perfect. “Some cucks wear thongs,” she said, “Sometimes you might. I just think that for now, boy-shorts are the way for us to go.” She stepped back and looked at me with my cock tied and my ass pantied. “You look perfectly adorable!” she said beaming. “You are going to do so well tonight!”

She went back into the bathroom and put on a very small bikini that made her body look amazing. “Tonight is pool night,” she said answering my unasked question.

I watched her get ready. “Uh Jenna,” I asked sheepishly, “How come I never speak with your dad?”

She kept applying makeup, “That’s a fair question,” she answered. “Honestly, he doesn’t have anything to tell you. You and I are here to build our relationship. True, my mother can give some advice, but really this is about us… and Jake.” She saw that his name brought some confusion to my face. “You see, we are Jake’s first real cuckold couple.” She saw that I was very confused. “I mean don’t get me wrong, he has turned plenty of boys into cuckolds, and plenty of girls into sluts, as he still does, but we are a little different for him.”

“He fucks other girls?” I asked. “Are you ok with that?”

Jenna laughed, “Of course he fucks other girls silly! He’s an Alpha, a Bull. His seed is what us girls go crazy for.” Again I must have looked dumbfounded. “And I ofise gelen escort would love for it to be only me he fucks, but that is just a ridiculous fantasy. A guy like that should fuck as many girls as possible. I mean honey, I’m ok, but there is no way a guy like him would be satisfied with just me. He has a lot of oats and they deserve to be sown.”

I still must have looked confused. “You met him last night,” she explained further. “But you have not seen yet what he can do to me, what place he can take me to. After you witness that, you will understand. Jake is not for one woman. We are just lucky when he chooses us…”

Strangely enough, this information sent a beta pulse to my locked dicklet. “So uh… what are we to him?” I asked.

“Well,” she said thinking as she spoke, “You might think of us as his first real project. Like I said last night, Mr. Johnson owns my parents, so by extension his son… owns us.” She paused a bit before continuing, “You and I will have a prosperous relationship filled with joy, love, and companionship. But for this to work, we both need to acknowledge that a Bull controls our relationship. He deserves our complete respect. He has offered to take many burdens off of us. He will prevent us from conflict, shoulder the masculine pressures that so many modern couples crumble under, and give us progeny.”

“You mean,” I asked, “He’s going to have our kid?”

“He’s going to give us kids,” she said starting to sound serious, “Don’t be so selfish in the face of his gift to us.” She took a breath as she finished putting her hair into a ponytail. “Anyway honey, we are getting ahead of ourselves.”

She wrapped a sheer shawl around her waist and fit into some cute flip-flops. She held my hand as I stood there with a locked dick and head hung. “All you have to do tonight is remember what my mother told you, do exactly as your told, and always address him a ‘Sir’.” She kissed my cheek and flicked the tip of my cage with her finger.

“Now,” she said sweetly, “Let me see a smile.”

She raised my chin and I relaxed a bit. “Time to make you officially a cuckold.” she said as we walked out the door.

We walked down the beautiful hallway hand in hand. The thought of wherever we were going, to do whatever that might be made me incredibly nervous.

“Are you alright?” Jenna asked sweetly.

“Actually Jenna,” I said humbly. “I’m pretty scared right now.”

She appreciated the honesty. She thought a moment before speaking, “That’s actually a good thing honey.”

I must of sounded confused, “It is?”

“Yes,” she said assuredly, “You should be a bit scared. Jake is no joke, and he doesn’t take talk-back or any type of resistance very well. Like Mr. Johnson said, ‘he’s still learning control.'” She held my hand as we walked, “A lot of power is good for a Bull, but Jake is still getting a handle on his. You remember last night when he smacked you. I never want to see that again…”

“Well, what do I do?” I asked.

“I would use it,” she said helpfully. “Your fear that is. Use it to stay submissive. Use your fear of him to stay compliant, that way there will be no misunderstandings. He will treat you as insignificant if you behave that way.” She seemed to be piecing a puzzle together as she spoke. “Now how he treats me might be a bit more difficult to deal with. Jake can be… a rough lover. DO NOT do anything to stop him. Everything that he throws at me I can handle, trust me,” she said kissing my cheek.

We finished descending the stairs and were making our way outside to the pool. “When we get there, present me to Jake. Ask him if there is anything that you can do for him and then just follow orders for the rest of the night.” We stopped about twenty feet from the others. She looked me directly in the eye and kissed me on the lips. “Whatever happens, she said, “I love you.”

We approached the group hand in hand. Jake was again reclining on a pool chair. Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Anderson were standing by the pool bar. Mr. Anderson, who I hadn’t seen since last night was standing nearby at attention like a stone statue. He was wearing only his cock-cage. Everyone got quiet as we approached. There was an air of expectation.

I walked up to Jake with my beautiful girlfriend. He was wearing swim trunks this time. His body was ripped. Jenna looked a little nervous. I was personally scared shitless, but I took her advice and pushed ahead.

“Well if it isn’t the little wimp?” Jake mocked. He stood up with his muscular frame in front of us. The contrast between his Greek statue like body and my meager frame was considerable. Which of us were the superior physical male specimen would be in doubt of no one ever.

The humiliation was almost overwhelming. I was to present my beautiful, athletic girlfriend to this Alpha Bull who had easily kicked my ass last night. All the while with a caged penis and panties! I looked over at Jenna, she looked otele gelen escort amazing in her skimpy bikini and cute sandals. She was to be his.

I decided then and there that there was no way out but though. “Uh Sir…” I said meekly. “Here is Jenna, my girlfriend. She’s yours.”

Jenna beamed from ear to ear as I led her to the Bull’s arms. She wrapped her arms around the Alpha and he fondled her perfect ass as they kissed on the lips. At that moment, she was no longer mine. She had been passed both literally and symbolically. I was submitting my rights as a lover to the superior male.

There was a smattering of applause from Mrs. Anderson and Mr. Johnson. I sheepishly spoke up, “Uh, is there anything I can do for you Sir?”

Jake put his strong hand on the nape of my neck. “Listen boy,” he said assuredly. “I don’t want to hear anything from you unless I ask. Understood?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “Why don’t you sit your bitch-ass over there and I will let you know if I need you.” He indicated to the ground nearby. I quickly retreated to the indicated spot and knelt down in a submissive manner on my knees at attention.

He also sat down, but he sat down in a big lounge chair with my near naked girlfriend on his lap. He rubbed her sexy legs as he relished his prize in front of everyone.

“Well,” Mrs. Anderson spoke up, “This calls for a toast!”

With that the four non-cuckolds raised their glasses and cheers each other. Apparently, Mr. Anderson and I were only passive objects at this gathering. We were submissive devices forced to watch four great looking, fit people have a wonderful time. The chastity and submissive mindset ensured that.

I lowered my eyes as Jenna and Jake were enjoying each other and settled in for a long night.

After about half an hour of them swimming and partying Mrs. Anderson walked over to me. She sat down on the lounge chair next to me. “You did excellent this evening,” she said approvingly. “It seems like my lesson took.”

“Yes Mrs. Anderson,” I said humbly.

“You have a lot more to do this evening,” she continued, “But Mr. Johnson and I think that you will make an excellent cuckold to Jake and Jenna.” She rubbed my head as one might a puppy. “Now, there is something you need to do.” She indicated to doorway adjacent to the pool. “Go right in that door and there will be a bar. Please be a dear and get us some more refreshments.”

“Yes Mrs. Anderson,” I quickly picked myself and made my way to the door. Once inside there was a bar and a very pretty girl behind it. I had never seen her before, but I guess she had been there the whole time. How many people were on this estate?

“Uh, hello…” I began slowly, “Mrs. Anderson-“

With that she cut me off and handed me a tray with drinks. She smiled and somewhat devious smile and pointed for me to leave. When I hesitated a bit she pointed again with greater purpose.

“Thanks…” I mumbled as I opened the door back to outside.

“I like your panties!” she called out in a cute tone of mockery. I suddenly remembered what I was wearing.

I looked back but kept on going about my task. Whoever she was, she definitely held me in low regard.

When I got back to the pool everyone was gone except Jake and Jenna. They were making out on one of the large cushioned lounge chairs.

As he was sucking on her bare tit, she looked over to me and pointed to the ground next to them. She had the briefest of smiles for me and then turned her attention back to the Bull.

I put down the tray and knelt next to them on the chair. He had Jenna sit up on her knees on the chair and he stood up straddling it. Jenna ripped down his pants and out popped the snake from before, only this time it was rock hard. It stuck out from his body a solid nine inches and looked strong as a piece of iron. Jenna looked at me, smiled and then dove face deep into his cock.

I could feel a slight tinge in my tied dicklet. It probably was a good thing that we got a smaller size, otherwise my semi would be busting through. But, having been effectively neutered, all I could do was marvel at them together.

She furiously rubbed her exposed tits as she looked up at her conqueror. With her other hand she worked the base of his cock as she took in as much as she could with her beautiful mouth. She gave him those eyes you give an Alpha when you are overflowing with respect. I personally, had never seen those eyes, but it seems like he was able to enliven a side of Jenna that I had never known existed.

He grabbed her hair a the pony tail and forced his cock in and out. “That’s a good slut! Take that cock!” He yelled as she blew him. I had never said anything remotely close to that. I certainly would never call her a slut, but with him, it just seemed to turn her on more and more.

I could feel my cockcage tingle more and more as the Bull face-fucked my girlfriend and I simply watched helplessly. This man had power I would never know, that much was clear.

She looked up and loosed her grip as he took control and simply used my girlfriend’s pretty mouth as a hole that he was furiously pumping. Suddenly he pulled out and roared as he exploded his load all over her naked chest. His body shook as thick globs of cum emanated from his healthy cock and covered my loving girlfriend in his spunk.

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Disclaimer: All persons engaging in sex are over the age of eighteen. This story contains a very voluptuous older woman with self-esteem issues doing fetish sex things with a sexy young six-inch tall man. The acts include: Tiny man in giantess’s mouth, tiny man in giantess’s cleavage, tiny man in giantess’s vagina, tiny man in giantess’s anus, tiny man being covered in giantess’s sweat, tiny man being pissed on by a drunk giantess, tiny man fucking a giant nipple, nearly-fatal lady-orgasms, and fun with a 3D printer.

If any of that isn’t your thing, don’t read it. You’ve been warned.

******

Derek lay on Leanne’s mattress, watching the plump giantess crawl towards him from the foot of the bed.

Her immense drooping breasts dragged along the mattress as she prowled on hands and knees, she as naked as Derek himself was.

Playfully, Leanne lifted one massive breast and placed it over his body, lowering her torso until it had spread out to completely cover the half-foot man. Just for a moment.

Then she lifted it back off of him. “Can you take that weight, Honey? It doesn’t hurt or anything, does it?”

Derek chuckled and reached his hands up to tweak the garbage can-sized nipple hanging just over his chest. “It was good, Babe. Really fun, too. Just remember that I have to hold my breath under there.”

Leanne smiled in acceptance, and spent a few minutes burying her new boyfriend under her boobs, switching sides as she went.

It was fun for her as well, and Derek’s appreciation of what she considered her two best features was good for her rock-bottom self-esteem. Still, she had a promise to make good on.

She eased herself down to the mattress, her face just over Derek and her breasts squashed down just below his feet.

Derek couldn’t decide on where to look. Gazing down the length of his body there were her enormous tits, squished on nearly all sides and ballooning up her chest. Over him was her looming face, so big and appreciative.

The choice was taken from him as Leanne’s face lowered to him and a pair of giant, plump lips enveloped his face. A gentle suction and a gust of pleasant breath washed over him.

She must have used mouthwash while he was napping, he decided, grateful for her forethought.

Leanne’s lips moved down his body, a second, lingering kiss pressed to his pecs. Then his pelvis, where his hard dick was enveloped, touched by her tongue, and caught in the suction. Then his thighs, then his shins. Even his feet.

She dragged her moist lower lip up his body, exhaling heavily through her mouth over him, then she licked him from toe to head.

It felt amazing to Derek. No one else got to have a giant woman kiss and lick their entire body like a girl would worship a cock that she really, really loved. Just him.

Leanne drug her lip over him again, smoother now that he was slipperier with her spit. Then another full body lick. Another face kiss.

Leanne took her time. She ran her lips and tongue over Derek’s body as she desired, would suckle an entire limb of his when she felt like it. She tried to show him just how much it meant to her that he considered them to be in a relationship.

This close, she wouldn’t be able to hide her happy tears from him, so she fought them back as much as she could by concentrating on her boyfriend’s body, by doing her damn best to please him with nothing in it for her.

Derek undulated beneath her face, clearly enjoying her attentions. Still, for long minutes, she kept worshipping his little muscular body. After a time, she decided to herself to stop teasing him and get him off.

The pad of her thumb pinned his chest to the bed, and she scooped both of his feet into her mouth with the tip of her tongue. She sucked him inside, all the way up to his abs, then began bobbing minutely over him, rubbing his cock with her wet, compressed upper lip.

Leanne wasn’t skilled at blowjobs, but she could take three or four inches of her boyfriend into her mouth without gagging, no problem. It would be easier to move him in and out of her mouth than slide her entire body up and down the bed with her neck at an extreme angle, but that would defeat the purpose. This was for him.

After a few uncomfortable minutes for her, Derek’s hands landed on her face and she paused, noticing the tension in his little body. The big woman realized he was close, and tried to undulate her lip over his dick and increased the suction on his legs.

Derek’s back arched, pressing upward into her thumb, and she could actually feel the minute pulsing of his cock through her nerve-packed lip. She moaned around his body, mentally satisfied with getting him off.

Circumstances forced their sex to be strange, but still she blew her boyfriend and made him cum. That meant a lot to the once-lonely woman.

Once it seemed like he was finished, she evacuated him from her mouth, and gave one last lick up his body, making sure she’d gotten his entire load. She could barely taste kızılay escort it, so there was no reason for her to leave him with his cum on himself. Not when she could clean it off without effort.

Derek panted just up the bed from where he laid, seemingly wrung out. “That was so good, Leanne. Seriously.”

Leanne smiled up at him, pleased with herself. “I’m glad. But I think we need to talk, Sweetie. Here,” she said and gently scooped him up, holding him securely to her chest as she maneuvered around to lay on her back, the pillow propping up her head.

She laid Derek face down on her sternum, then swept her breasts together over him to keep him warm. She was always conscious of how easily Derek got cold. His core wasn’t very far from his surface, and he didn’t retain heat all that well. Leanne had body heat to spare.

Derek folded his arms under his head and rested his chin on them, looking up at her face. “Okay? What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t think I can take you to work with me again. I’m so sorry.”

Derek frowned. “Do I really bother you that much?”

“No!” she was quick to assure him. “The problem is that I like it too much. I realized today that doing sex things in public with you is a huge turn-on for me, and after a while I start thinking with my pussy instead of my head. Also, I can’t check on you as much as I need to. My boss noticed how often I was in the restroom today.”

Derek despaired, “But… but what about me needing to be there? You know, in case it makes me big again?”

Leanne bit her lip. “That was kind of a longshot anyway, wasn’t it?”

The little man shrugged helplessly. “It’s my only shot.”

Leanne couldn’t stand how hopeless he sounded. “Can you go for four hours in my heat without any water? I can’t get you a drink until my lunch break, and then not again until I’ve left work.”

“I guess I’ll have to,” he finally decided.

“I’m sorry, Honey,” Leanne commiserated. “And you can’t ride in the basement at work, either. I like it too much.”

Derek finally laughed a little. “Yeah, but I think I need the workout. I have to try and stay in shape for my new girlfriend,” he teased.

Leanne chuckled, a little lust creeping in. “I suppose it was a workout, wasn’t it?”

“Mm-hm. Squats and pull-ups today. Bicycle kick and stress ball yesterday.”

Leanne’s eyes lost focus. “Maybe… maybe you could get your exercise before I go to work. Devise a plan, and I’ll provide the equipment.”

The tiny man chuckled. “Such dedication to my health,” he prodded.

“That’s me. I’m a giver,” she returned mock-seriously.

******

Leanne laid on her stomach, propped up with a pillow under her arms as she applied her makeup. Finally having someone special, she’d decided to start taking better care of her appearance. Wearing makeup to work was a nice first step.

In her deep butt crack, she felt Derek finish his third set of chest presses, using the flesh of her giant fat ass as resistance training. She felt him shift from vertical to horizontal, and then he was doing the same thing with squats, prying her cheeks apart with his feet and shoulders over and over.

Finishing her mascara, she checked over her shoulder, “Almost done, Sweetie? I need to get dressed soon.”

“One… more… set…” he yelled from the divide of her bottom.

Leanne idly turned her mascara applicator over and over in her hands. She had been hoping for his exercise program to give her orgasms like the days earlier, but this morning that just wasn’t happening. Instead it was borderline hysterical how he’d decided to use her giant butt cheeks as workout equipment.

She shrugged to herself. His exercise would vary, most likely, and hopefully some of the time she would get to get off as he worked out.

When he’d finished, she gave him some water and protein, and filled the bathroom sink for him. She squeezed a small dollop of her shampoo onto the rim, then a dollop of body wash. She eased him into the water after he’d eaten, applied her deodorant, and left the stick uncapped next to the hand cloth he’d use for a towel.

She had to figure out someway for him to brush his teeth and shave his face. That was going to require some thought.

She dressed herself, pulling on plain white cotton panties, wrestling her girls into her bra cups. Socks, then pants which were left unbuttoned. Her long necklace went over her head and around her neck. A colorful belt was fed through her belt loops, as she felt like her uniform could use a little more flair now.

She heard the bathroom sink draining, and walked in just as Derek was using his hand to transfer some of her deodorant to his armpits. She checked, “Ready for pickup?”

Derek wiped his hands on the hand cloth before stretching his arms out to her. “Yeah, ready!”

Easily grasping him around his torso with one hand, Leanne tucked him into her cleavage, but his time he was facing her kolej escort instead of facing out.

Derek looked around as she wound her necklace around his ribs a single time. “This is different,” he commented.

“I have a lot of boobs, Honey. There’s more than enough room for you to be comfortable reclining down there and still be all the way inside. Variety, right?”

“Variety,” he agreed, just before he was tucked in the rest of the way, his neck supported just as well as the rest of him.

Leanne donned her uniform top, tucked it into her pants, and checked the mirror one last time. Her big old tits pulled the material taut between them, creating a canvas that easily cleared Derek’s head. He was perfectly hidden.

Shoes and purse, and she was on her way.

Derek was in for a much wilder ride today, not secured close to her sternum. She hoped he was a fan of amusement park rides.

******

Sweat dripped down Leanne’s face. She looked at the clock, and thirty-four minutes had passed. She only needed to hold out for eleven more. Just eleven.

She closed her eyes and lowered her forehead to the cool linoleum.

Derek whapped Leanne’s clit with his right fist like a speed-bag, one-two-three-four. Then his left. He was breathing hard, but most of the moisture on him wasn’t his sweat. He ignored the long drip of grool as it oozed down to drape over his shoulder from the gaping pussy hole directly over his head, just like he ignored all of the others.

He knew just how much effort Leanne was putting in to hold still for him. He also knew that she was enjoying it no matter how tortuous it may have seemed.

Derek tried to use his imagination for working out, tried to involve Leanne’s body as much as he could. The jump rope with an old shoelace on her belly was a disaster, though. He needed athletic support before trying that again, and the sight of his dick and balls flopping made Leanne giggle, which tumbled Derek from her body altogether. Also, the shoelace stung her skin, she had said. No more jumping rope.

The washcloth he stood on was getting fairly wet, absorbing Leanne’s pussy juice as it dripped down his body. Sometimes in big gooey ropes, sometimes in splattering drops. It would cling to him and slowly ooze down to his makeshift rug. Still, the washcloth afforded him sure footing, whereas the linoleum floor of the bathroom would quickly have become dangerously slippery. Especially since Derek was barefoot. Derek glanced upward for a moment, and beyond the spread lips and yawning hole, Leanne had a trickle of fluid creeping down the inside of one of her very spread thighs.

He kept hammering the bag, losing himself in the rhythm. Four left, then four right. His hands ached a little, not being able to tape them, but it wasn’t like Leanne’s clit was a rubber bag that would tear his skin, either.

“Time!” Leanne nearly screamed, and Derek paused.

“What?”

“Time! Forty-five minutes. All done,” she heaved, the thighs in his peripheral vision beginning to shake.

Derek stretched his arms and shoulders where he stood. “Alright. Thanks, Leanne.”

“Take a deep breath, Honey. Three-“

“Wait, what?” Derek noticed her get off of her hands, moving to an upright position on her splayed knees directly straddling his orthostatic form.

“Two-“

Derek glanced up at the nearly-vibrating, quivery pussy lips looming above him, and the clitoris that was visibly pulsing as it throbbed. “Oh.”

“One-“

Derek took a deep breath, tucked his head under his arms, and stood ramrod straight.

Leanne dropped her big white ass all the way down to the floor, entirely sheathing him in one splattering stroke, and that was all it took.

Derek felt her walls clench around him repeatedly as they tried to fulfill the mating instinct and milk his body of semen, felt the hot, gooey cum cling to him that felt different than the runnier juice that Leanne produced so abundantly. Her cervix opening mouthed at the arms protecting his head in her throes as it tried to intake any baby batter that might be pooled in there, a natural contraction of the muscle that Derek had no idea actually happened until that moment.

The squeezing didn’t harm him. A penis could withstand this, and those didn’t have any bones reinforcing anything. Derek wouldn’t even bruise. Still, he was already in oxygen debt from his little workout on her speed-bag, and he wasn’t trained in holding his breath like a diver would have been. Leanne had about a minute to get him back out before he was in trouble. Maybe less.

He couldn’t lower his arms, the undulating walls weren’t allowing him enough room. Prolonging her orgasm by moving his body in any way seemed like a very bad idea. Derek imitated a dildo and stayed perfectly still, his arms over his head simulating the mushroom crown. The feeling of Leanne’s orgasm seemed to taper off, then his feet left the floor and he felt the sensation maltepe escort of rapidly rising, like he was in an elevator going up.

An instant after the moving sensation stopped, the tunnel around him squeezed in a different manner, and Derek found himself evacuated into Leanne’s waiting hand in a gush of vaginal slime.

He cleared his eyes of pussy goop, looking into his girlfriend’s satisfied, yet sweaty and exhausted face.

“I think I like the speed-bag,” she admitted.

******

After a week of accompanying Leanne to work, Derek finally called a stop to it.

“Look, I appreciate you trying for me, but I just can’t anymore. The forced immobility, the heat without water to drink, it’s driving me nuts. If the cure was something about the place or the food, it would have happened by now. Probably.”

Leanne worried her lip. “What else could it be?”

Derek shrugged from his seat on her shoulder as she soaked in the bath, him resting after swimming laps from her floating breasts to the faucet and back. “Who knows? I remember these three goth teenagers smirking at me, they could be witches for all I know. There could have been something as outlandish as a dimensional flux and I was in just the right place at the right time. Hell, it could even be a monkey’s paw version of the wish I made just then to be taken care of for once.”

The big woman froze, and carefully turned her head to look at him. “I was wishing that I had a man to take care of, right before that happened. I remember now.”

Derek tried to fight it, but he still got excited. Still got his hopes up. “Wanna try wishing me big again? I’ll wish, too?”

Leanne was ashamed of herself, but had to be honest. “I’m afraid if you get big again, I’ll lose you.”

“Lose me? If I get big again, I’m stealing you away to live with me in my apartment.”

Leanne wiped her eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“No I’m not!” he exclaimed, and God help her, Leanne believed him. He was too offended to be lying. “Hey, I’m a boob-man, and you’ve got the biggest I’ve ever seen. Even if I was full size. Plus, you’re incredibly kind. The kindest, sweetest woman I’ve ever met. I’d never let you go.”

“Even though I’m so much older and uglier than you? You’re a ten, Derek. Nine on a bad day. I was barely a five thirty years ago.”

Derek hugged her sad, sad face. “Putting numbers to either of us isn’t fair and you know it, Leanne. What I know is I’ve been looking for someone I can completely trust my whole life. Someone nice, someone kind. A person who won’t fly off the handle when I screw up, because I so will… Also, someone with basketball-sized tits, and will you look there!? Holy crap, those are some big boobs!”

Leanne giggled wetly and shoved him face-first into her ‘big boobs’ for a moment before putting him on the floor of the bathroom. She took a deep breath. “Okay, Honey. Start wishing.”

Leanne closed her eyes, and wished Derek was full-sized again. Over and over she wished, and though her heart wasn’t in it, still she wished. For him.

Minutes passed.

“Leanne, can you put me back in the tub? I’m cold now.”

She cracked open her eyes, and was both relieved and disappointed to find Derek the same as he was, six inches tall. She grasped him in her fist, holding him to her chest as she sank a little deeper in the water.

“I’m sorry that didn’t work,” she whispered.

The only answer back from him was a shuddering and a sniffle, and so she held her man and rubbed his back as he silently cried into her bosom.

******

Leanne stood, feet shoulder width apart, palms bracing herself on the wall. Clad in only a pair of bleach-white panties, her heavy hangers drooped forward and off of her belly, her cylindrical nipples hard and nearly pointing at the floor.

Giving a lewd moan around her bit lip, the stacked, plump woman squeezed her cunt muscles, slurping Derek further inside of her. A moment later, he pressed off of her G-spot and pulled himself back out with a two-handed grip of her asshole.

Early morning exercise was the most wonderful thing to Leanne, now. She loved the bicycle kick and stress ball mornings, she really loved the speed-bag mornings, but squats and chin-up days were her absolute favorite.

Every two minutes she clenched him back inside, and every time felt better than the last. Suddenly, Derek began stomping her G-spot, and seconds later she was gushing, flooding her panties until nearly all that liquid poured through the cloth like a water filter, some going down the insides of both her legs.

She howled, oh did she howl!

Panting, she wiggled her soaked drawers down to her knees, then removed her drenched boyfriend from where he hung upside-down, still halfway inside of her pussy.

Derek sure knew how to make Monday mornings great.

******

“I wish I had my phone,” Derek lamented as he watched Leanne get dressed for a short shift over the lunch rush.

“Where would it be?” Leanne wondered, pulling her boobs up the insides of her bra cups until they sat right. She jostled her bra by the shoulder straps, and her breasts wobbled wildly as they settled into symmetry.

Derek nearly lost his train of thought at the sight. “I don’t know. Probably wherever the clothes I was wearing went when I shrank.”

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Ch. 1 – Homecoming

After 5 years of studying abroad, I was quite happy to come back home to my own little backwater of a town. Back to all the nice memories.

I really wanted to visit my neighbour, Miss Shanks. Back in the day, while I was still in high school, I started babysitting her twins when they were 10 years old. This was always a bit awkward, as the girls, owing to their mother’s genetics, were as tall as I was. By the time I left for college three years later, at only 13, they were already several inches taller. Off course, they were still obedient as I was the older person, but already the start of puberty could be noticed in their teasing and occasional ignoring of orders. But I couldn’t care less if I was babysitting Bigfoot because of Miss Shanks. I loved being in the vicinity of her so much that I tried finding any excuse just to be near her.

And when I finally turned 18, she rewarded my attention by seducing, making love to and raping the teenage me, as the first girl I ever had.

And what a first, Miss Shanks was hot beyond belief. At 6’7″ she was over a foot taller than my tiny 5’3″ and strong enough to easily lift me. She had a fit and toned body with large bountiful breasts, and a slim narrow waist spreading into a wide curvy ass continued by endlessly long thick strong legs. She was the embodiment of voluptuousness, and true to her stature, the entire neighborhood was drooling after her, but I never saw her with other men.

The reason for this was that Miss Shanks was a futa, meaning that between her lovely well shaped thighs, along with all the appropriate female parts, she also had a penis. Or rather, she had a cock as the thing was too big and intimidating to be called a penis. It was huge, easily twice my size even limp and as big or bigger as anything I ever saw in porn movies. I fell in love with it immediately, much to Miss Shanks surprise; I guess she was expecting me to run away.

I used to love watching her ride me. She would squeeze me in a crushing embrace between her long legs and continue to pounce on me almost hard enough to break the bed. And all the while her large breasts would slosh heavily into each other in crashing waves while her 14″ erection would slap heavily onto my stomach, occasionally squirting spurts of precum almost as large as my own cumming spurts. When she finally came, it was almost like a flood. If I didn’t jerk of for a week, I would be able to cum barely one fifth of what she could. I must admit, in the beginning, I was quite intimidated by her size. When we were both fully erect, I could barely reach up to half the height and barely a quarter of circumference of the large thick throbbing thing. It felt really humbling to have it flop down on me completely, covering my own erection under the prodigious mass of cock flesh. But instead of freaking out, I have soon developed a burning passion for her thing.

Her additional equipment fascinated me to no end. I loved watching it outline against her clothes, or watching the large purple head peaking out of her skirt, pulsing with her heartbeats. And after sex, watching the 11″ flaccid thing flap against her thighs as she walked naked.

I considered for gaziosmanpaşa escort a while that I might be gay, but I soon found out I had no attraction to the male gender whatsoever. As soon as I left for college, I started feeling a craving for her. Sure, there were other girls that I had sex with, but the image of Miss Shanks bouncing on top of me was always nagging at the back of my mind.

During the next six years, I didn’t visit home very often. The first few visits, I met Miss Shanks a few times. After that, we would always miss. She would be visiting her daughters in their school while I was at home. So, when I finally graduated and came back, I made it my priority to visit my neighbor as soon as possible. Finishing up all the greetings and other necessities with my parents and relatives the first two days, my hands were almost shaking with anticipation for the upcoming visit.

Miss Shanks was delighted to see me, and I shared her opinion as soon as I saw that time had little influence on her figure. Just as I was getting ready to hug the object of my desires, Jerry came out of a side room. Jerry was mighty pleased to meet me; I wasn’t pleased to meet him. Jerry was Miss Shank’s new husband, to the effect that she was now Mrs. Clink. This would mean that all of my pent up desire would forever have to be silenced.

Feeling very much down, I had a dinner with them in which Mrs. Clink didn’t try to flirt with me at all and they were both very pleasant. Miss Shanks mentioned her daughters, and how they were coming home tomorrow from school, asking if I had seen them on TV a few days back. Apparently, Cindy and Mindy were a part of a TV news report, but since I hadn’t seen it, it’s best that she doesn’t spoil the surprise. Feeling quite crushed at the moment, I didn’t really care, I just nodded dumbly finishing my dinner and excusing myself to leave.

It was than that Mrs. Clink asked if I was free tomorrow, and my hopes jumped, but were immediately dashed when she said they were both out of town for a few days. But if I was free, would I mind picking up Mindy and Cindy. She was certain they would be happy to see me after such a long time, and they often ask about me. Also, I would get a chance to see how much they had grown, and maybe even take them out for a date.

This idea set me back a bit, I never thought about Mindy and Cindy like anything other than as kids, maybe because I met them when they were 9, or maybe because they were always intimidatingly bigger. But they would now be 19, and probably already fully grown women. If they were anything like their mother, they would probably be smoking hot, although maybe a bit taller. Well, I did grow 4″ since last I saw them and at 5’7″ Miss Shanks now only had a foot over me. If I am lucky, the girls would not be as tall as her; and as I always considered girls a few inches taller very hot, I agreed.

Cindy and Mindy

On the second day, I was at the train station a few minutes early and waiting for them to show up, wondering how I would recognize them after more then 6 years. But then I saw them and any thoughts of them as kids has evaporated from gölbaşı escort my mind. There was no doubt they were Miss Shanks’s daughters. None of the other people at the station came even up to their shoulders. Most of the people had their heads at the same level as Cindy and Mindy’s breasts, and their breasts were bigger than the tiny heads beneath them.

They were not exactly identical twins. They both had the same drop dead gorgeous face, although Mindy leaned a bit more to hot while Cindy more to cute. They had the same penetrating emerald eyes, pert little nose, and full lips. Mindy had auburn red hair, while Cindy was a natural blonde.

As the crowd cleared, I could see them fully. They had the same body type as their mother, and instead of being thin and lean which would be expected at their height, they had huge breasts even at their size, a tiny narrow waist which flared into wide shapely hips, and continued endlessly in long legs currently completely hidden by skirts. Each step causing their heavy breasts to sway, long thick nipples poking even through their sweaters.

As a result of the sight, my jaw was somewhere around the floor. Mind you, I wasn’t the only one, most of the people in the station were watching the two amazon bombshells, some in lust, others in jealousy.

“Chris!? Look Mindy, it’s our little Chris!” Said the blonde amazon…

“Where, oh… Look at that, just as I remember him, except much cuter. Come here,” said the dark one, and walked over to me. As I was one of those people with their head at the girls’ breast level, the sight was quite amazing. Four jutting breasts were coming closer and growing larger, until they finally stopped looming right in front of my face threatening to knock me over. Mindy bent over to give me a hug and lifted me to her height pressing me into her firm bosom. Meanwhile, Cindy hugged me from the back pressing another firm set of breasts into me.

“Heyya Chris! How do you like the new Cindy and Mindy? We haven’t seen you in a while,” said Mindy.

“H..h.. Hey.” Was all I could say with my feet dangling in the air, and confronted with Mindy’s large green eyes, already completely stripped of any authority I could have over these girls due to age.

“Maybe we should put him down Mindy, we shouldn’t be mean to him.” Cindy said, her hot breath on my ear..

“OK, let’s try that,” said Mindy letting me go, but still holding on to Cindy. This caused me to slip in between their significant sweater pillows.

“Oh look, he completely disappeared,” Mindy joked… but then stepped back to allow me to see their faces.

“My, you two have grown” I managed to say once my brain finally got a hold of itself.

“And I was wrong, You are way cuter than I remember,” Said Cindy planting a wet kiss on my forehead.

“Thank you for picking us up, mom said that you would, and she also said that we should let you take us out for dinner.” Mindy said.

“Right, let’s get you girls home, you must be tired from the trip,” I said, leading the way to the car, where I noticed that we might have a slight problem. My car was not exactly built for driving keçiören escort 7 foot amazons around.

“Ohh.. You should have brought a bigger car, but it’s OK. We’ll just have to squeeze a bit,” Mindy said.

In the car I had to move my seat all the way to the front and the other seat down so they could sit in the back and curl their legs all the way to the front. They were still squeezed in really tight in the back, barely fitting, their curvy bodies mashed together.

“Dear god, how tall are you girls actually?”

“I’m 7’8″ and she’s 7″4” said Cindy, tossing her long blond hair behind her shoulder. That’s when I noticed for the first time that Mindy had heels on. Just big enough to be even with Cindy.

“But I have bigger boobs,” said Mindy, winking again.

“Yeah, two months ago, stupid, just like you were taller. You know I went through three bras since then,” answered Cindy, and then clamped her mouth as if she just noticed me in the car. “Sorry, Chris”

“Don’t be such a prude Cindy. Chris doesn’t mind us talking about our boobies, do you Chris?” retorted Mindy, while both I and Cindy were changing shades of red. “I used to be bigger than Cindy, and taller, but lately she seems to be exploding. The bitch is now taller and has bigger boobs.” said Mindy slapping Cindy’s breast which wobbled wildly, to which I swerved wildly almost crashing.

“Stop it Mindy, you’re making Chris uncomfortable.”

“Stop it Mindy” Mindy imitated in mock tones… “I’m a prude and I don’t like my boobs… pfft, you should be happy. If you or your boobs grow any more, I will become invisible next to you.” Mindy finished.

“For god’s sakes, none of you could ever be invisible, both of you are tall, gorgeous amazons. I bet you could cause a car accident simply by walking along the street” I blurted out hurriedly trying to end this uncomfortable discussion.

“Ohhh…Chris… thank you…” they both chirped sexily in unison. The sound of them two speaking like that in unison made my dick jump a bit in my pants.

“I think Chris deserves a kiss for being so nice, what do you think, Cindy?”

“I agree, but I don’t know if we can reach him inside this tiny car…”

“Oh, he’ll get a kiss afterwards for sure, but right now, we can give him something to look at.” Mindy said, turning around and with a short breathy moan twisted in her seat kissing the surprised Cindy on her lips.

“Please don’t do that! If we were not at a traffic light right now, I swear I would have crashed the car!” I said as soon as the person behind started honking bringing me back to reality.

Mindy just smiled and Cindy was looking down at the floor turning red.

We soon arrived at their house. I ran outside to open the doors for the girls adjusting my pants, hiding my erection. It was a magnificent sight helping the girls out of the car, seeing their face travel from below to way way above me.

“So, Chris, mom told us that you promised to take us out for dinner. Can we take you up on your promise?” Mindy bent over to ask, squeezing her breasts between her arms showing me her bottomless cleavage.

“Um.. uh.. sure, Where’d you girls like to go?”

“Uh.. uh.. we could go somewhere nice, I want to try out my new dress” Cindy chirped bouncing happily.

“Sure, we can go to uh Sidney’s, I’ll make the reservation.”

“Ohh.. nice.. We’ll be ready at 7,” They said in unison again planting a large wet kiss on each of my cheeks, Mindy also licked me on the spot.

“Dress sharp, stud,” she whispered.

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Day Forty

Rose was right: in the cold light of morning I was not so fatalistic. The effects of the cream had worn off, and I yelped when I tried to pull up my clean knickers, but Rose refused to rub on a second application.

“They might notice when they inspect you,” she said: “besides, it’s only a small tube, and you’re going to need it tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me Rose.”

I squatted over the bucket, wincing again. I remembered what Prana had told me of the time she had been hit with the crop: how she couldn’t sleep or use the bucket properly.

I dragged myself into the corridor, and was immediately bombarded with questions. What had happened yesterday? Was it true I had tried to attack Dawes? Some of the women were even applauding me, treating me like a heroine, for something I had not done. All I wanted was news of Prana, but none was forthcoming. I was glad when I was back in my cell.

“Have you actually seen your bottom?” Rose asked, when I peeled my knickers off again.

“I’m not sure I want to,” I said: but Rose had taken the tarnished mirror down from the shelf, and was holding it to my behind. I couldn’t resist turning my head to look.

“Oh God,” I said. What I saw was a long weal: the red skin was raised and puckered as though a tiny mole had burrowed under it, across the width of my buttocks.

“Nasty, isn’t it?” said Rose. “I’ll put some more cream on when they’ve inspected us.”

She replaced the mirror, and I ran my fingers gingerly over the weal.

“I need to wash my legs,” I said, soaking my flannel under the tap. “I wet myself yesterday: we both did.”

“I could tell,” said Rose. “I wiped you down yesterday as best I could when I shaved you.”

“So you did shave me,” I said. “I thought I was dreaming. Thank you.”

I wiped myself down again, not forgetting my feet and ankles: though pain shot through my bottom when I tried to bend down. I had just finished when the door clanged open, and in came Clark and Bradley with breakfast.

“Well, well,” said Clark, eyeing my bottom: “Officer Dawes has done a good job there. Hurt, does it?”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

“Ain’t nothing to how it’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” said Bradley.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” asked Rose, sharply. Clark turned on her:

“Your little cellmate’s going to get what’s coming to her for assaulting a Prison Warden,” said Clark.

“She didn’t assault anybody,” said Rose: “she was trying to stop Kumali.”

“You’d better watch what you’re saying,” said Clark. “Or you might just get a couple of stripes of your own.”

Rose gave Clark a hostile look, but said no more. Clark turned to me again:

“Message from Officer Dawes,” she said: “You can expect twelve more like that at Exercise tomorrow.”

“Twelve?” I said in horror.

“A nice round dozen,” grinned Bradley. “And the same for your little friend.”

“In front of the whole prison,” said Clark.

“Enjoy your porridge Goldilocks,” said Bradley, as they left.

My appetite, which had been growing, had deserted me.

“Twelve,” I said to Rose, as though I couldn’t believe it. “Rose, how am I going to bear it? How’s Prana going to bear it?”

“Never mind her,” said Rose impatiently. “She should have had more sense than try to throw her nappy at Dawes: it’s you I’m worried about. We can’t let this happen Chloe.”

“We can’t stop it Rose,” I said.

“Just shut up and eat your porridge Chloe and let me think.”

I forced the porridge down me, feeling sick with apprehension. Prana had been given three once, and had suffered unimaginable pain. Never again, she had said. And now it was to be twelve. In front of the whole prison. I thought back to Cradock, tied to Vaulting Horse: they had only used the strap on her, yet her bottom at the end had been red and raw. I remembered her howls. I remembered the reactions of the other prisoners, sympathy giving way to annoyance, as their precious hour of Exercise was denied them. Was that how Prana and I would be viewed?

The door opened again: it was Raymond and Mrs Tiggywinkle, come to inspect our shaves.

“How are your legs today Littlehayes?” asked Raymond, giving my pussy such a cursory glance I realised it would not have mattered for once if I had not been shaved.

“A bit better thank you Sir,” I said.

“That is good,” said Raymond. “And your bottom: it still hurt?”

“Yes,” I said. “Though not quite as much, Sir.”

The two Wardens made to leave; but before Raymond could follow Mrs Tiggywinkle out Rose said:

“Officer Raymond: may I speak to you please?”

“Of course Mason.”

“May I speak in private please?”

Raymond gestured to Mrs Tiggywinkle, who left the cell and closed the door behind her.

“Raymond,” said Rose urgently: “about yesterday: Chloe didn’t attack Dawes: she was trying to stop Kumali.”

“Leave it Rose,” I said wearily.

“No,” said Rose. “She’s going to be flogged tomorrow for something she didn’t do.”

“I know this Rose,” said Raymond, lowering her voice.

“You know?” asked Rose in surprise.

“Yes emek escort Rose: I see it happen: I hear her shout Kumali to stop.”

“Then why didn’t you tell Hardiman and Dawes?” Rose almost shouted.

“Sshhh Rose, not so loud. I try to say this: but Officers Hardiman and Dawes do not listen: they have made up their minds.”

“But Raymond, this can’t happen: if you know Chloe didn’t do it surely the other Officers know as well?”

“I cannot say what they know for sure Rose. Officer Clark sees what Officer Dawes sees. Officer Bradley likewise. Officer Causer…” Raymond shrugged.

“What about the prisoners?” persisted Rose. “Some of them saw what happened. Can’t Dawes question everyone?”

“Officer Dawes will place no value on the testimony of prisoners,” said Raymond.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” pleaded Rose. “They’re going to be flogged tomorrow – twelve strokes of the riding crop – please Raymond.”

“I will tell Officer Hardiman what I saw and heard,” said Raymond. “That is all I can do. But I make no promises.”

“Thank you,” said Rose.

“Now I must go,” said Raymond.

“Well, there’s a glimmer of hope,” said Rose, when Raymond had left.

“I suppose so,” I said. In truth I didn’t know whether to be hopeful or not, caught as I was between two appalling alternatives: being thrashed with the riding crop, or leaving Prana to be thrashed on her own. At least it was Rose, not me, who had taken the initiative: the matter was out of my hands.

By lunchtime there had been no news. Bradley and Mrs Tiggywinkle brought us some sandwiches, but neither said anything beyond the usual jibes. After lunch Rose settled down to masturbate, and I tried to empty my bowels, though the pain in my bottom was such that it was an uncomfortable and unsatisfactory business. Then, somewhere around mid-afternoon, the door was unlocked and Bradley put her head inside:

“Get your knickers on Goldilocks,” she said. “You’re wanted.”

I shot Rose a look: my heart started to beat faster, and I dragged on my knickers and skirt and stood up.

“Cuffs on,” said Bradley, holding up a pair of handcuffs and dangling them in front of me as though dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. I held out my hands, but she laughed and said:

“Behind your back.”

So I put my hands behind my back, and Bradley locked on the cuffs and shepherded me out of the cell. We tramped down a corridor, round a corner, and came in sight of the Examination Room.

“Where are we going Sir?” I asked apprehensively.

“You’ll find out,” Bradley said.

To my relief we passed the Examination Room, and continued, into an unfamiliar part of the prison, until Bradley came to a halt outside a wooden door which bore a sign in gold lettering: ‘CHIEF OFFICER HARDIMAN’.

Bradley knocked, and a voice bade her come in.

Bradley took my shoulder and I found myself walking on brown carpet, into a room that was evidently Hardiman’s office. My glance took in a functional office desk with metal legs, a swivel chair, several metal filing cabinets, and windows which let in light from outside. I barely had time to register the furnishing, though, for I was at once turned by Bradley to face a side wall, along which a number of upright chairs were arranged. On each chair sat a Warden, with Dawes and Hardiman at the centre.

“Prisoner Littlehayes,” said Bradley.

“Thank you Officer Bradley,” said Hardiman. “Take the cuffs off her please.”

Bradley unlocked the cuffs, then planted her sticking-out arse on the last vacant chair.

“Get your clothes off Littlehayes,” said Dawes: I noticed she was holding the riding crop, and I started to tremble: were they going to punish me now, in private, after all? I was shaking so much my fingers were fumbling with my clothes; but last I had everything off, and stood before them naked.

Dawes, who was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, tapped the palm of her left hand with the crop. My legs felt like jelly; my bladder started to spasm, making me press my legs together and close my eyes.

“If you wet yourself on this carpet I will thrash you here and now,” said Dawes, who again seemed to be able to bore into my secret fears. I made heroic efforts to control my muscles, but Dawes’ words had given me some relief: evidently, unless I wet myself, the intention was not to thrash me here and now.”

“Pay attention,” said Hardiman. “We’ve brought you here to get to the bottom of what happened yesterday in the showers.”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

“You’re going to tell us exactly what happened.”

“Yes Sir,” I said. “Well, I’d just come out –

“Not yet,” snapped Dawes. “We’re going to make sure you tell the truth.”

“I will tell the truth Sir,” I said.

“I know you will,” said Dawes: “because we’re going to use a lie detector on you.”

At that my heart started thumping again: I’d read about lie detectors and how unreliable they could be: supposing I told the truth, but because of my nervousness it gave the wrong reading? I looked round, expecting eryaman escort to see some sort of box on Hardiman’s desk: but instead Dawes got up and motioned to a device about the size of a car battery which was plugged into an electrical socket near the door. All I could see was a dial, and some leads which seemed to terminate in a cardboard box on the floor. Dawes bent down, reached into the box and took out two objects: the first was silver, and torpedo-shaped, like a lipstick holder only larger; the second was straighter, something like a metal pepper pot, with a red button at the top. Were these what I was supposed to hold in my hands? Both were connected by leads to the dial box.

Dawes put the object with the red button on her chair, and came towards me with the silver torpedo.

“Stand with your legs apart,” she ordered.

I did as she asked: then she squatted down in front of me, spread my pussy-lips roughly, and thrust the object inside me. I winced. Then she pulled some sort of harness out of her jacket pocket, fastened a narrow strip of leather around my waist, and a second, wider strip between my legs, fastening it tight over my vagina such that I could not push the object out.

“Cuff her again Officer Bradley,” she said.

Once more my hands were cuffed behind my back.

Dawes then resumed her chair, taking the second object with the red button in her hand.

“This is our specially patented lie detector,” she said. “Do you want to know how it works?”

“Yes Sir,” I said reluctantly – for I already had some idea. Dawes smiled the smile of a storybook fox before it eats the goose, and held out her hand. Then she pressed her thumb down on the red button and I felt a convulsion inside my vagina, accompanied by a tingling, clamouring pain. It was as though I had straddled an electrified fence: I yelped, bent double, flexed and squirmed to try to get away from the source of the pain, but that source was clamped firmly inside me. Then the current snapped off – Dawes had taken her thumb off the button – and I was left doubled-up, gasping, my shocked vagina throbbing uncomfortably.

“Stand up straight, you’re not hurt,” said Dawes.

I did my best to comply, and saw that all the Wardens except Raymond had grim smiles on their faces.

“Right,” said Dawes, who had moved over to the dial-box again: “There are five settings on that dial. Each one will give you an electric shock. What you experienced was the lowest level, setting one. Setting five will just about fry you alive. So I’m going to turn this dial to setting number four. I’ll leave it to your imagination what that will feel like.”

And with that Dawes turned the dial clockwise, and resumed her seat.

“You are now going to tell us exactly what happened in the showers,” she said, taking up the red-topped device again. “And if you tell the merest ghost of a lie I shall press this red button. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I said, thoroughly terrified: I was the merest slip of Dawes’ thumb away from pain on an unimaginable scale. “But Sir – “

“What is it?” snapped Dawes.

“How will you know when I’m telling the truth?” I bleated.

Dawes stood up again, came right up to me, and pressed her face close to mine.

“Oh, I’ll know,” she said. “I’ll know because I’ll be watching you like a hawk. I’ll be watching your eyes, Littlehayes; I’ll be watching the movements you make with your head, and all the other little tics and evasions you’ll make without even knowing you’re making them. And if I do miss anything, Littlehayes, Chief Officer Hardiman will spot it for me. So believe me Littlehayes: I shall know when you’re telling a lie.”

Still staring into me, she backed away and resumed her chair.

“All right,” said Hardiman. “Start talking.”

I could not take my eye off Dawes’ thumb. Any thoughts I may have had about trying to protect Prana had vanished. I started to talk, but was immediately interrupted:

“Look straight ahead,” said Hardiman.

I started again.

“I’d just come out of the showers,” I said. “I was sitting drying myself. I saw Prana Kumali take off her nappy and walk across the room with it. I thought she was going to throw it at Prisoner Wilson – she’d been offensive to Prana earlier. I didn’t know what to do. Then I saw Prana was carrying her nappy towards the Wardens – towards you. I realised what she was going to do. I ran towards her to try to stop her. I shouted to her to stop. I tried to grab her arm, but it was too late. After that I don’t know what happened: somebody – Officer Clark – knocked me to the floor.”

My eyes reverted to the red knob. So far Dawes’ thumb had not moved.

“You and Kumali are as thick as thieves,” said Dawes: “we’ve all seen you in the showers, and in the Exercise Yard, like a couple of bitches on heat. You must have known what she was planning to do.”

“No Sir,” I said – cringing with expectation of the electric current inside me.

“No?” said Dawes. “Surely she would tell you something like that?”

“No Sir,” I said again. “I don’t esat escort think she’d made her mind up. I noticed her pacing backwards and forwards and biting her nails. I think it was a sudden decision.

“And anyway,” I went on. “If she had decided she wouldn’t have told me.”

“Why not?” demanded Dawes.

“Because I would have stopped her,” I said.

“And she said nothing at all about any intention to attack Officer Dawes in any way?” asked Hardiman.

“No Sir.”

“So how did you know what she was going to do when you saw her carrying her nappy across the showers?”

I hesitated.

“I’m watching you,” said Dawes.

The light from the window was slanting across me: I felt like I was standing under a spotlight.

“I just knew,” I said. “From her bearing, from the way she was walking – and from the state she was in earlier.”

“What state?” demanded Dawes.

“She was very upset at having to wear the nappy,” I said. “She was very – agitated.”

To my relief Dawes nodded.

“All right Littlehayes,” she said. “Suppose everything is as you say: that still doesn’t answer the biggest question: when you saw her coming to attack us, why did you decide to join in?”

“I didn’t Sir!” I protested. “I told you Sir, I tried to stop her.” Any second now I would be fried, bruised, internally electrified.

Dawes screwed up her face in scorn – but still her thumb held off.

“Why would you do that Littlehayes? You don’t like me. You hate my guts. If you saw somebody coming towards me with a shit-filled nappy you wouldn’t try to stop them: there’s nothing you’d enjoy more.”

“I – ” I said, then faltered.

“Well? Are you going to deny it?” said Dawes, flexing her thumb.

“I didn’t stop to think,” I said. “I saw what she was doing and ran to stop her because I knew it was wrong.”

“Wrong?” shouted Dawes: “you’re in here for serious drug offences: since when have you ever cared about right or wrong?”

“I did it for her,” I wailed: “I didn’t do it for your sake I did it because I knew she would get into trouble.”

I hardly knew whether the red button had been pressed or not, I was so distraught.

“All right Littlehayes,” said Hardiman. “That’s enough.”

“Yes Sir,” I said, trying to get a grip.

“Have you any more questions Officer Dawes?”

Dawes shook her head.

“Anyone else want to question Littlehayes?” asked Hardiman. There was head-shaking and a chorus of murmured ‘no’s.

Dawes came over to me, and unbuckled the harness. There was a sucking sound as the silver torpedo was withdrawn from my vagina. I drew in lungfuls of air. Dawes unplugged the dial box and replaced the leads and devices in the cardboard box.

“Littlehayes,” said Hardiman. “You’ve said your piece. The Wardens are now going to give their version of what happened. Officer Clark: please tell us what you saw and heard.”

“I saw two prisoners charging towards us,” said Clark. “One was Kumali, the other was Littlehayes. Kumali was carrying a missile of some sort. I didn’t stop to ask questions: I was nearest Littlehayes, so I flung her to the ground.”

“You did very well Officer Clark,” said Hardiman. “Did you hear anything? Did Littlehayes speak?”

“I heard her shout ‘No’ as I grabbed her,” said Clark.

“Was she saying ‘No’ to you or to Kumali?” Hardiman pressed.

“I don’t know,” said Clark. “Like I said, there was no time to ask questions.”

“Thank you Officer Clark,” said Hardiman. “Officer Bradley?”

“I saw Kumali rushing at us with a stinking nappy in her hand. She looked like she gonna throw it at Officer Dawes, so I hurled her over.”

“Did you see Littlehayes?”

“Not ’til I got Kumali on the ground. Then I saw Officer Clark on top of another prisoner. I didn’t know who she was at first. I heard somebody shouting, but I don’t know who.”

“Thank you Officer Bradley,” said Hardiman. “Officer Causer: please tell us what you saw.”

I eyed Mrs Tiggywinkle anxiously. Since the episode in the broom cupboard, I had had no contact with her beyond the formalities of meals and inspections – although once she had given my pussy what felt like a pinch whilst inspecting my shave. Did she harbour malice towards me over the flannel and chocolate?

“I didn’t see anything,” said Mrs Tiggywinkle. “I was looking the other way: then there was a commotion, and Officers were wrestling prisoners to the ground. You shouted for handcuffs, so I hurried away to fetch them.”

“Did you hear anything?” asked Hardiman.

“Someone was shouting,” said Mrs Tiggywinkle. “But someone is always shouting at Showers.”

“Thank you,” said Hardiman, who was displaying a civil attitude, at least to the other Wardens, I had barely thought her capable of. “Officer Raymond: please tell us what you saw.”

“Thank you Officer Hardiman,” said Raymond. “First I see Kumali coming towards us: she is carrying something: as she gets closer I see this is soiled nappy. The way she is holding it I think she is going to throw it. Then I see Littlehayes running towards us from the left. She is shouting: ‘No Prana no.’ As Kumali try to throw the nappy Littlehayes try to grab her arm. Then I join Officer Bradley wrestling Kumali to the ground. When I look up I see Littlehayes is also on the ground. Then I see nappy has hit the wall behind Officer Dawes: I think but for intervention of Littlehayes it may have hit Officer Dawes.”

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The day I finally get to cum. As is the usual custom now, you tie me on my back with my feet over my shoulders, exposing my arse and balls, pointing my caged cock towards my own mouth.

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“I’ve been thinking”, you say, “that although this is a lot of fun, it’s not quite as much fun for me as it is for you. Our sex life now revolves around chastity, which is fine, but that’s what you wanted more than me.”

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After a couple of similar nights (although I wasn’t allowed release), once including your lovers cum in a glass for me to “join in”. One night I was tied to a chair with a slightly reclined back. A vibrator up my arse. My cage was off.

You looked amazing. Dressed in a black silky chemise and matching French knickers. You tell me how much I’m going to enjoy tonight then slip a blindfold over me. You put your mouth around my cock, which needs no invitation to stand fully erect.

After a minute or two there is a knock at the door. You stop, switch on my vibrator and go and answer the door. It is clearly your new lover. I can’t hear exactly what’s being said but there are giggles and laughter interspersed with moments of kissing silence. I

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You start slowly moving up and down, rubbing your breasts against me, tweaking my nipples. It felt so good, as I entered your pussy, I’d almost forgotten the other person in the room.

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I come within a few minutes as your lover is still pounding away for a few more. I feel him as you do, thrusting hard and deep at the moment of orgasm. He soon withdraws.

You hover above me, your pussy millimetres from my face, letting my own cum ooze onto my face and into my mouth.

You tell me to show your lover what great head I give and why it was impossible for you to give me up.

I lapped eagerly, occasionally nibbling and sucking. You seem satisfied by the performance. You promptly turn round and present your arse. I’m a moment too late realising this is someone else’s cum. But it’s too late and whatever I think about it, my cock always seems to contradict me – it was getting hard again.

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28 days later, you decide I can cum again. I am tied up in the usual position, legs over my shoulders, arse and balls exposed. You begin fingering my arse and stroking my very hard cock. After a couple of minutes, the doorbell goes. You go and answer it.

I hear a man’s voice in the hallway. When you come back in, your lover is with you. I can see him for the first time as I am tied up compromised and exposed. Utterly humiliated. You drop your robe, exposing your divine body and start kissing and rubbing your lovers, clearly erect penis through his jeans.

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Your lover seemed to like the idea.

You turn to me and say, “That would be nice wouldn’t it?”

I stammer something about not being discussed…

You say, whilst stroking my cock, “Don’t embarrass me. Now ask, no beg, my lover to fuck you.”

I shake my head. Your lover is amused at the situation.

You add, “If you want to cum, this is what you are going to have to do.”

I was so horny. It had been so long since my last erection, let alone orgasm. Against my better judgement, I nod agreement.

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I mumble it back.

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Lying on my back, legs tied over my shoulders, I look at your lover, the man I am incredibly jealous of, and beg him to fuck my arse.

He doesn’t take his clothes off. Just unzips. Whilst smiling at me, you guide his cock into my arse.

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Your lover says he’s about to cum.

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He pumps my face a couple of times then comes straight down my throat.

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You say, “My lover enjoyed this evening and just to ensure that I don’t have penetrative sex with you we have decided it would be best if he had your key”.

I was dumbstruck but with my mouth full of your pussy there was nothing I could say even if I had wanted to.

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One day, you have tied me to a chair next to a table still caged. You are wearing just panties and nothing else. My cock is straining at the cage. You tease me a bit, licking around the cage and sucking myt rapped cock, desperately trying to get erect through the steel cage.

The doorbell goes. When you come back there are two men. Your lover and his friend. Your lover spends no time at all tying you down to the table. Arms stretched out, tiptoes touching the floor. He gives your arse a good spanking. Your little yelps send shivers through me. He then pulls aside your pants and shoves his dick in your pussy. At the same time, his friend drops his trousers, grabs your head and rams his hardening cock down your eager throat.

I watch as they pound away. After a couple of minutes they swap. Your lover in your mouth, his friend in your pussy, occasionally slapping your arse as he fucks you. Soon he comes, bucking his hips into you. A few moments later your lover comes too, all in your mouth.

They untie you. You walkover, sit on my lap and kiss me deeply, transferring your lovers cum into my mouth.

You then whisper “It’s your turn.”

You lead me from the seat to the table. You bend me over just as you were. My cock is still struggling to get out of its cage. As soon as I’m tied, they begin. Same as with you, your lover fucking me from behind while his friend fucks my mouth. This time however, they take turns to cum in my mouth.

You watch all this, stroking yourself through your sodden panties. They then leave.

You take off your panties and stuff them in my mouth. You then put on the strap-on and guide it to my mouth. As I suck it, you gradually force more and more of it into my mouth, making me gag. You encourage me to take more until you are just fucking my open mouth, the whole dildo down my throat.

You then fuck me, gently at first and then building up and up until you are pounding harder than the men were. Once you’ve had enough. You stop. You untie me. Unlock me and take off your soiled panties, shoving them into my mouth. We then make love, you on top, riding my cock. It almost seems like old times, except I am licking strangers cum from your soiled panties.

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Carrying Their Baby

Jack and Sarah could have been said to be a normal couple, the sort of young couple in their mid-twenties that most would have aspired to be. They had the perfect life, the easy jobs, and, really, most about their life was nondescript. They took the holidays that everyone expected them to take (and even some of the more adventurous kind, backpacking through the jungle!) fit and with fair skin that tanned easily and made them softly recognisable even to those that may have only seen them at the usual family gatherings. With Jack’s dirty-blonde hair and her shining, blonde locks falling straight and true past her shoulders, they were the perfect pair and only growing closer to each other in marriage as their lives grew, intertwined as married life was apt to leave them.

And then everything changed.

It had been bought as a joke, almost, though one that got both of them hot under the collar, twisting in the expectation of the pleasure and lust that one little sex toy could bring. Jack had laughed as he fell on the bed with Sarah, talking about just what it could mean for them, the fact that it promised to implant her eggs into him, along with a hefty dose of his sperm to “ensure conception”, as the box said, so that he could carry a child instead of her. Sarah had never been a fan of carrying a baby herself but on others, wow… Even she could not have expected the delicious squirm that her body gave, imagining her loving husband’s belly fat and round and swelling with the life of their very own child, their little one that would make their family complete.

Jack blushed heavily and groaned as he lay back, his wife riding him reverse cowgirl, a giggle on her lips despite the lust of it all.

“Okay, baby, get ready for it now…”

It was hard for her to talk with his shaft driven up inside her but she ground down against him even as she presented the sex toy to the pucker of his anal ring, on their marriage bed and about to do far more than simply consummate their marriage in the traditional sense. They had to keep their bond fresh, after all, their sex life exciting, and Sarah could think of no better way to do that than in pushing the limits, easing the well-lubricated toy up into his backdoor entrance as her husband groaned and bucked up against her, arms around her hips.

Still, she pushed down as she worked the toy, revelling in the fantasy, twisting back and forth, climaxing on his cock even as his hand teased her clit, squeezing and rubbing in just the way that made her back arch so delightfully. It was all they wanted, to come together in such devout carnal bliss, hearts pounding, Sarah’s hair clinging delightfully to the back of her neck where a curl of it had clung in damp sweat. But that was no matter to her, grinding and humping, working her husband over as her breath caught in a long, drawn-out moan that could barely be heard in the roar between her ears.

Lust came in many forms and that was something too that Jack would come to see with the toy that was more of a medical device and not just something to spice up their sex life doing its job inside him. It was thick and teased up against just the right spots but he did not have the sensitivity to feel just how it released his own semen inside him, channelling Sarah’s eggs up to a spot that, well, no man really liked to imagine existed. The toy had been designed for such a thing, however, and it would all come to be as it was meant to be, conception teasing into sweet completion even as the lovers collapsed into one another, Jack flooding her pussy with his cum, spurt after spurt, his strongest orgasm as yet in his lifetime sealing the deal even as she squealed out her own pleasure.

And, so, the deed was done.

*

Perhaps they should have realised that something was up earlier than they did but, well, it was not expected. The bloating was the first thing, nausea accompanying it, and, for a few days, both of them thought that their dinner out last date night had caused it. It had been a while since playing with that kinky little toy in the privacy of their bedroom and, truly, both of them had forgotten about it, the effects that were promised — solely for the pursuit of kinky pleasure, of course. As it was, she was so prone to worry over him and that was just why Sarah found herself sitting beside Jack in the doctor’s office, tapping her heel anxiously on the floor even though she knew it worked him up even more.

“Is it okay, doctor?” She asked, his hand on hers reassuring her more than himself, although he was no longer feeling quite so queasy. “What do we need to do? We’re sorry to bother you, it’s just that it’s lasting so much longer than any other virus, a good couple of weeks now. Now that Jack’s back at work, things still aren’t right and…”

Yet Sarah didn’t have the words to convey her worry and she was sure that doctors like Dr Harold had seen more than enough worried wives in her time. Much of her worry was prone to twisting into itself in her chest, threads of it winding about one another like slippery çankaya escort serpents, all intent on sinking their teeth into her. It was something that she was working on — a hectic and stressful job, of course, made this more difficult than not — but not something that she, as yet, felt that she had a handle on. And that was perhaps why it was a good thing that she was not the one to receive the very intimate and personal, life-changing, news that particular day.

Sighing, the doctor shook his head, but there were only so many answers to one test and, well, he had not needed a urine sample to check for an infection.

“Yes…” The doctor ran his fingers back through his lightly greasy hair, giving them a sheepish smile. “I’m pleased to say, although this is rather unconventional, that you two are now expecting a baby. Congratulations!”

He rushed on before they had a chance to react, one blink being all they could get in as Dr Harold pushed on, holding out his hands to stave off immediate questions.

“Now, it’s unconventional…yet possible. It is, of course, not you,” he said, nodding to Sarah, “that is carrying, but your husband, Mr Lee, that is carrying your child. I expect there was some manner of contraption involved in this? These do actually work, you know…”

Jack stared. Sarah’s jaw-dropped. For a moment, no one said anything — not even the doctor that they had expected would give him some antibiotics or further tests or something. Most certainly did they not expect him to tell them that they were about to have a baby!

“Doctor…” Jack’s voice came out tight and high-pitched as if there was an invisible hand closed around his throat. “That can’t be right, are you sure? Are you quite sure?”

Yet he knew in his heart of hearts that it was right and his heart leapt inside his chest, soaring up to his throat, beating so hard that one could have been forgiven for thinking, in that moment, that something far more untoward was happening. He could not control his elation though and no one was asking him to either, Sarah leaping into his arms with a broken squeal, eyes alight and breath rushing from her in a gasp, her chest shuddering. There was no fear to be had between them as they came together, holding one another tightly, the doctor shuffling his paperwork and looking on, although he too was relieved that the news had gone down better than it had in most cases. That, for him, was the best outcome for the child growing in the man’s belly before him.

Grabbing her husband’s face, Sarah kissed him fiercely, passion swelling through with the pulse of blood pumping through her body.

“We’re going to have a baby!”

She squealed as he swept her off her feet, dangling and hovering midair as he hefted her up as if she weighed nothing at all, one shoe dropping off. The gleam in his eye told a tale purely of joy, however, as he spun her delightfully, exhilaration coursing through like a direct shot of adrenaline. The world no longer seemed real around them, slowing down to allow them to best enjoy the news that had been duly delivered, breath raking through lungs that had not been prepared to take such a surprise by any means.

“Don’t do that in your condition! Put me down, you’re going to hurt the baby!”

That was a word that they were going to hear a lot more over the next eight months.

*

Having a baby was the best thing that could have ever happened to the two of them and even more so as Sarah dropped to her knees before her husband in their kitchen, although there was nothing inherently sexual about the adoration she lavished over him. Around five months had passed since conception and it was more than a little obvious that Jack was showing, the round curve of his stomach rising out as if it was trying to put itself on display. And yet it did not appear at all as if he had let himself go at all and seemed, quite aptly, as if he was pregnant. Of course, even though everyone knew it was possible for a small number of males to become pregnant in such a way, he still drew looks on the street if he was not quite wearing clothes that covered it up in the right way, though he was growing better and better at meeting their stares with a proud smile, resting his hand on his baby bump as if he too was eager to show it off. What more could he do when their lives were changing, the baby’s room already starting to be set up? His child would be born and they would revel in raising them, even though they did not yet know the gender.

He grinned to himself, leaning back against the wooden kitchen table, which had, for once, been cleared of paperwork and was set up prettily for an at-home date night together. No, they wouldn’t find the gender out quite yet… Maybe not even until the birth itself! They wanted that to be a surprise! Heaven knew that there were few enough good surprises in the world those days and he wanted to let all the good ones through that he could.

But Sarah had revealed something as she leaned into him, pressing her cebeci escort cheek to his stomach, trying yet again to hear the baby inside. The thing was that she’d always admired the look of pregnant woman, how their hair and skin glowed with the vibrancy of the new life growing inside them, but had never quite seen how that would look on herself. There was something erotic, to her, about the rise of a growing stomach, knowing that there was a baby (or babies) within, waiting to be born, and she crooned softly as she rubbed her cheek against his stomach, wishing for the kicks and shifts to start, though that time surely had to be coming soon with the size of his stomach.

Jack too relished in each and every moment, enjoying the experience even though the initial nausea and the usual symptoms were a little tiring to deal with. They were all something that he was more than willing to deal with, however, as long as they had a little one to bring into the world at the end of it all, running his fingers through his wife’s hair over and over again as it fell back over her shoulders. It was a sacrifice and one that he would take time after time again as the rise of his stomach commanded his days, taking over his life in the very best of ways, pregnancy dominating even as Sarah and he grew closer and closer together with the span of each and every day that passed.

Still…not even he could have anticipated how much he enjoyed being pregnant as she kissed his stomach, pushing up his loose T-shirt (they were just at home relaxing on a Thursday evening, after all) to reveal his stomach. It didn’t seem right to the eye on a man but she adored it and planted soft kiss after kiss all over his stomach, leaving no spot untouched. Even his belly-button, dipping inward, was not left out and she giggled as she tickled the edge of it with her lips, the gentle curl of masculine hair on his bump adding an extra air of delicious fulfilment to his body that she leaned into eagerly.

How it could make her feel so alive to be close to him, her arms around him, squeezing lightly against his bump… Well, it was beyond her but some things did not need to be explained when they brought such joy, panting softly and letting her warm breath tickle his skin, any dampness from her mouth cooling and evaporating swiftly from his skin the warmth of their home. With a soft, shy groan, Jack leaned back against the table for more stability, legs quivering even though he did not personally feel that he had all that much extra weight to carry around at that particular time. That, of course, would change in the third trimester and he wondered, even then, with a giggle just how enhanced his wobble and waddle would become. It was hard, after all, to move around normally with a larger stomach, his centre of balance off-kilter!

“Look how beautiful you are, darling,” she murmured, kissing over his belly once more. “So big and so round… I wonder how big you’re going to get before you give birth?”

Shivering, all Jack had for her was a soft moan as his skin tickled and tingled from the light brush of sensation, every last part of his body seeming so powerfully on edge that even a fly landing could have been felt in intimate detail. Yet her words washed over him, soft and charming, and he cupped her face in the palm of his hand as Sarah nuzzled into him, seeming to not be able to get too close at such an already intimate time.

“Yes, there you are, baby,” she cooed to his stomach, talking to the child within and not her husband any more. “You’re going to come out soon, aren’t you? You’re going to grow up big and strong and we’re going to look after you so very well! You’re going to be a handsome man or a beautiful woman and anything you want in life will be yours!”

He chuckled as she talked to the baby, cooing and simpering, though the baby-talk was something he longed for too. It meant that they would soon have a bouncing, happy child to cuddle and care for and that was the best thing of all, pushing them on to a life of happiness that only a few short months ago they had never imagined could be theirs to take.

Sighing, he drew Sarah up to him for a warm, passionate kiss, tongues darting intimately between their lips, though there could only be one end to such a passionate moment shared. Her hands dropped to his tight stomach, even though pressing in closer made it difficult to continue the kiss as his belly pushed her away with its very presence, and Jack chuckled lightly into her mouth, making them both slip off into cheeky fits of giggles, none of which seemed all that keen on teasing down.

Hand in hand, he led her to the bedroom, up the stairs, her eyes not on any other part of his body but his stomach, Sarah’s free hand fluttering out with concern as if she thought, even then, that it was her due place to help her husband up the stairs. Yet Jack was not so far along that he could not do such a thing and drew her into his arms again at the top of the stairs, pausing there for a deep kiss, though his wife, çukurambar escort that time, was able to wiggle her body ever so slightly to the side just so that she could get in closer to him, careful of his swelling stomach and the life contained within.

Right there and then, the baby gave their first kick.

*

As time went on, it swiftly became clear that, even though they still did not want to yet find out the gender, that the baby in Jack’s belly was not one but two. There was no way for a normal pregnancy, after all, to render him so big and full, his skin tight over a belly that seemed, even to his practised eye (as he was the one experiencing it) grew more every day. That could not be so, not even to a rapidly developing pregnancy that was unconventional to say the last, though Jack enjoyed the thought of simply being able to lie back in bed and watch his belly grow before his eyes, the babies within soft and warm, cocooned away and patiently waiting to be born.

So, twins it was to be and they could not have been happier about it! In the sixth month of pregnancy — almost up to seven months in total — Jack found it more and more difficult as his legs ached and his back strained to adjust the growing load before him. The kids within wriggling and squirming and kicking too had ramped up more and more from that one isolated kick in the prelude to intimacy on that fateful date night too, tiring him even as he lovingly ran his hands over his stomach repeatedly, even out in public. People could stare but it didn’t matter to him as his friends and family were there to help, everyone as supportive as he could have liked and his workplace even offering him flexible hours in case things grew too much for him in the last trimester. Of course, he would be the one to take maternity leave after the birth or maybe too in the weeks leading up to it too, depending on how he felt about it. He was a stubborn soul at heart and, truly, there was something soothing about working through a spreadsheet with one hand on his stomach, feeling the twins push out against his stomach as they adjusted their positions and kicked. Their tiny, developing limbs still needed that exercise too, however, and he chuckled to himself, tap-dancing his fingers across his tight, round rise as he encouraged them on lovingly, even though they were not yet out and in the world itself.

His wife, however, insisted that he was working too hard and sent him to have a prenatal massage, although she had, in that case, had to explain to the specialist masseuse that, yes, it was indeed a man coming to have a massage and, yes, of course, he was pregnant.

It took a little explaining but Sarah was able to wrangle it all out for him in the most serene of spa environments, the air scented faintly with Eucalyptus as he was led by the pool to the massage rooms, a white, fluffy robe covering his body. It was a little easier, in a sense, for a man to strip down and receive a full-body massage without feeling too exposed, as everything that needed to be reached could be reached with just his underwear on, though he had deliberately chosen a modest pair of boxer-briefs for the occasion. Sarah had reassured him beforehand, sitting down for her own facial that would not take quite as long as the massage, that they had seen it all before, supposedly.

Still, it was nice to relax down on the table, starting lying on his back while the masseuse, a tall red-head with adorable freckles that introduced herself as Sally, got used to his body. The massage table was specially designed for pregnant bodies and it turned out, in such a case, that a man’s body was not all that different when it came to the element of artistry in massage, soothing around his stomach softly as she allowed Jack to familiarise himself with her touch.

One of the twins jutted out through his stomach, an indiscernible lump that could only be seen as a baby if that’s what one was looking for, and he rested a hand protectively over them. The masseuse only smiled and worked around him, letting him protect as he felt he needed to — she saw more than enough pregnant women to know what she needed to do, after all. And even Jack found her presence soothing as Sally worked over the strained tension of his skin, easing out the pull there, his stomach not designed to expand in such a way. Of course, he knew that he would have stretch marks afterwards but that was something he was more than willing to put up with, considering just what would come his way afterwards.

“How far along are you?” She murmured quietly, inviting him into a conversation without needing it. “Please tell me if anything feels sore, this is to make you feel good, my dear.”

She spoke familiarly and Jack leant into the warmth of her personality as one of the twins settled back down again, smoothing out the rise of his stomach a notch. Still, they twisted and kicked as she let the soft tone of her voice relax him, his eyelids heavy, almost about to drop off as she finally was able to, very gently, work over even the heady rise of his stomach. The brush of her fingers there in slow, sweeping motions took his breath away and what little conversation they had trailed off as Jack flushed heavily, watching her work him over, taking both him and his body to highs of pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt before. How could she do that to him? And it wasn’t even anywhere remotely sexual!

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When I woke the next day I heard rain lashing at my bedroom window. No chance I would see the Twins sunbathing today I thought to myself. I made my way down stairs to get some breakfast and was greeted by Rosemary as I entered the kitchen.

“Morning Tom,” she said.

“Morning,” I replied feeling a bit awkward after the previous nights events.

Rosemary came closer and whispered in my ear, “I need to have a chat with you Tom, you know, about last night. The girls are going out soon so I’ll wait till they’re gone and pop up OK?”

“OK,” I quietly replied.

She moved away from me quickly as the twins walked in, “Hello Tom,” one of them said. I still couldn’t tell them apart.

Before I could respond she continued, “We’ll see you later Mum, we’re off now, bye.”

“Bye girls, have fun,” said Rosemary.

“Bye,” I said.

As the girls left Rosemary’s phone rang. I quickly grabbed some cereal and returned to my room glad to have the distraction, worried as I was, about what Rosemary wanted to talk to me about.

Sitting on my bed in my pyjamas I finished my breakfast and was checking my emails with my laptop on my lap when I heard Rosemary coming up the stairs.

A knock at the door, “come in,” I called somewhat reluctantly.

Rosemary entered, closed the door behind her and sat beside me on the bed. I closed my laptop and laid it beside me out of the way.

“Look Tom, I need to explain… about last night,” she started, unsure of how to continue, “It’s… well… the thing is Tom… I love your Dad very much and wouldn’t hurt him for the world, but well…You see your Dad, how can I put it…He’s lost all interest in…well in, sex.”

I didn’t know what to say, embarrassed I kept quiet.

“You see Tom I’ve always been highly sexed so I have my needs. I would never go looking for it elsewhere, I couldn’t do that to your Dad, it’s just that…well… when I found my knickers like that, you know, all wet, well…I have to be honest, it turned me on so much I just couldn’t help myself,” Rosemary tried to explain.

“Do you think I’m really bad?” she asked, dipping her head in shame and looking at her hands on her lap.

“No, I can understand how difficult it must be, it’s, well…I don’t know,” I couldn’t find the words.

“I know Tom, I’ve made it really awkward for you I know…I’m sorry,” she said.

Feeling bad for her I said, “I can’t deny…well I mean…it was really good.”

“It was wasn’t it…you know Tom, perhaps I shouldn’t say this but…well you have such a lovely…well you know…do you realise Tom, your cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen,” she said and patted my thigh with her hand.

I’m sure I blushed. My face felt suddenly hot, “Really!” I said feeling a bit smug.

“It’s huge Tom, not that size really matters but well, the thing is some cocks are quite ugly what ever their size but yours is, oh God I shouldn’t be saying this,” she said.

I had to cover my lap with my hands. Hearing Rosemary talking like this was having an effect.

“Anyway, You wont tell your Father will you!” she said.

“No I wont say anything, don’t worry,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“Our little secret, so glad you understand,” she said, squeezing my thigh she stood up, “I’ll leave you to it, see you later dear.”

. . .

As I stepped out of the shower that evening my eyes where again drawn to the laundry basket. It was empty. I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed but I needn’t of been as things turned out.

Back in my room with just a towel wrapped around my waist, I was sat up in bed playing a game on my laptop when I heard a gentle tap on the door, “Come in,” I called out.

The door opened, “It’s only demetevler escort me,” it was one of the twins. She closed the door behind her.

“Sorry I cant tell you apart. Emily or Amy?” I said, asking for help.

“You’re not the only one. I’m Emily. If you look closely I have a tiny mole just here, see,” she said as she pointed towards her right cheek up near her eye.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t of noticed if you hadn’t told me,” I said, my face inches from hers.

“Do you mind,” she said as she sat down next to me nudging me over to make room, “So, what you been up to?”

“Nothing much, just playing games and that, where’s Amy?” I asked.

“She’s in the bath so I thought I’d come and see how my little bro is. Done anything naughty lately?” she asked, nudging my shoulder with hers.

A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me. Did she know something!

“Sorry Tom, I’m only teasing,” she said, “Oh, I think that’s Amy I can hear, my turn for a bath.”

She slid off the bed to leave then hesitated, standing still and apparently deep in thought, she seemed to come to a decision.

“Here you go Tom,” she said, reaching up under her bathrobe, “Got to look after my little bro,” she pulled her knickers down, stepped out of them and threw them on the bed.

“Well I say little but that’s not really right is it,” she said, looking down at my groin and smiling, “should warn you though, they could be a bit smelly, we walked miles shopping today.”

After Emily had left the room I looked down at her knickers laying on my bed beside me. As I picked them up I could feel they were cotton, light pink in colour and as I held them up, could see they were a g-string.

Deciding to wait till later to study them further, I stuffed them under my pillow. I would wait until the house was quiet, less chance of being disturbed…

It was about eleven thirty. Having heard no one around for the last half hour I pulled Emily’s g-string from under the pillow. Sitting up against the headboard, I was totally naked with just the duvet covering my lower half.

My excitement grew, as did my cock as I held the panties up before me. As I was pulling them taught between my hands I heard the lightest of knocks on my door and before I could react it opened. Rosemary rushed in, closing the door quietly behind her. I quickly hid the panties under the pillow hoping she hadn’t noticed.

Quietly so no one would hear she said, “I’m sorry Tom I just couldn’t resist,” she slipped in under the duvet and nudging me over to make room, sat beside me.

She was wearing a thin pink silky dressing gown, I couldn’t help noticing her cleavage and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Leaning forward her hand rummaged around under the pillow, I then knew she had seen.

“So what did you hide from me then,” she said and pulled Emily’s g-string into view, “Ah, you’ve been going through the laundry again I see!”

Not letting on that Emily had left them with me I said, “I’m sorry Rosemary, I just cant seem to stop myself.”

We sat there in silence for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds.

“I do understand Tom. The truth is, well…it’s not easy to admit but I think we share the same fetish,” she said.

I was totally shocked. I expected her to be angry with me for having her daughters dirty knickers, “Oh…Err…really!” is all I could say.

“Cards on the table Tom, I hope you don’t find me totally weird and perverted but I really get off on, well…dirty panties,” she admitted.

“I’ve always thought I must be weird, it’s quite a relief to know I’m not alone,” I said feeling a lot easier.

“It’s not dikmen escort something you can really mention to anyone is it. I mean I’m sure most people would be disgusted by it. I’ve never ever talked to anyone about it before. It’s always been my secret,” she said.

“Well it’s are secret now Rosemary, I feel so much better now, talking to you,” I said feeling much more relaxed.

I felt Rosemary’s hand slide over my thigh under the duvet, “Now all that’s out of the way I think I need to play with this,” she said and moved her hand from my thigh to my cock.

“Oh dear, I think he needs a little encouragement,” she said when she discovered I was soft, ” here try these.”

Passing me Emily’s panties I placed them close to my nose and took a sniff. Almost instantly my cock began to rise. With Rosemary’s hand and the rich aroma flooding my nose it wasn’t long before I was fully erect, much to Rosemary’s delight.

“Oh God Yes,” she said with enthusiasm, “So lovely in my hand, let me have a look at it.”

She pulled the duvet back, “Mmmm, you really do have a lovely cock Tom, and so big,” she said running her fingers lightly up and down the shaft.

I was exploring Emil’s dirty panties, the different scents, lightly perfumed in places while in other spots the smell of dirty pussy.

Rosemary suddenly took her hand from my cock and stood up. Untying her gown she shrugged it off her shoulders pulling something from the pocket before letting it fall to the floor.

“I kept hold of these from the other night,” she said holding her panties up for me to see, “they’re still a bit damp,” she raised them to her nose, “Oh God, I love the smell of your cum mixed with my juices.”

I admired her sexy body as she sat back on the bed beside me. As she continued to enjoy the aroma of her panties her hand found it’s way back to my shaft, “Give me your hand Tom,” she said.

Taking my hand in hers she directed it between her legs, “Play with my pussy,” she said.

My finger slid over her stiff clit and down further to her wet pussy, “Oooh Yes,” she moaned as she stroked my cock faster. I felt her body tense as I slipped my finger between her wet labia and into her hole.

My cock twitched under the touch of Rosemary’s thumb running back and forth across my helmet, wet with pre cum. Suddenly she pulled my hand away from her pussy and quickly straddled me.

With my cock standing straight up between her legs she began rubbing her clit up and down the shaft. With one hand holding her cum soaked knickers to her face her other hand wanked the top of my shaft just under the glans, occasionally rubbing her palm over my wet knob.

Her tits jiggled around in front of my face. Still holding and sniffing on Emily’s dirty smelly panties I couldn’t resist sucking on Rosemary’s hard swollen nipples. I was soon shooting my load and as my spunk sprayed everywhere, dripping down Rosemary’s hand still wanking my shaft, she reached her climax. Covering her mouth with her panties to stifle her moans she pressed her clit firmly against my shaft until her orgasm subsided.

Climbing off me Rosemary sat back next to me. While we both caught our breath she took Emily’s panties from me and began mopping up my spunk from her hand and my dwindling erection. The minimal material of the g-string not being able to soak it all up, she finished the job with own panties. Finally she wiped them between her legs and satisfied with her efforts, laid her head back against the headboard.

“That was rather nice,” she said in barely more than a whisper, “I’d better get back to my bed I suppose.”

Kissing me on the cheek and then a long wet kiss on my knob, she stood up elvankent escort and put her dressing gown back on. Stuffing her panties in her pocket she made her way to the door. Before she left she turned and blew me a kiss…

. . .

The next day around noon I was passing the girls room, “That You Tom?” one of them called.

“Yeah,” I answered.”

“Give us a hand will you,” came the reply.

I opened the door, “What’s up? I asked.

“I’m trying to put this new bulb in but I’m having trouble. Can you have a go?” I had to look closely before knowing which one she was, it was Amy, no mole!

She was standing on a step ladder to reach the light fitting on the ceiling, Emily sat on her bed, “I’ve had a go and I cant do it, stupid thing,” said Emily.

Again they were both dressed the same as one another, tight white shorts and plain white t-shirts. It was obvious neither wore a bra.

“Let me have a look,” I said.

Amy stepped down, although I could probably reach without it, I stood on the second wrung of the ladder to make it easier.

Amy passed me the bulb. As I tried to fit it I was surprised by a hand stroking the front of my shorts, “We heard you last night,” said Amy.

I nearly fell of the ladder. What had they heard?

“I guess you were playing with this again wasn’t you,” Amy said as she squeezed my cock through my shorts.

“It sounded like you had a woman in there, the noises we heard. Guess you were watching something filthy on your computer,” piped up Emily.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I’ll make sure to turn the sound down in future,” I replied, relieved that they didn’t know the truth.

“It did make us think about your big cock though didn’t it Em,” said Amy, still rubbing.

“I know we tease you Tom but we do think you’ve got a lovely cock. Did you use my knickers I left you? Did they do the job for you?” Emily asked.

“You didn’t tell me about that!” Amy said with surprise.

“Mmmm I can just picture you stroking that huge shaft, sniffing my panties. I have to admit it does turn me on,” said Emily.

“Come on Tom, lets see it again,” Amy said as she struggled to undo my shorts.

Amy, now standing behind me then said, “Turn around Tom, lets get those shorts down.”

I made a move to step down the ladder, “No, stay there, just turn around,” instructed Emily.

I turned and they both eagerly made short work of removing my shorts. My cock standing to attention poked out the top of my pants.

“Oooo there he is,” said Amy and ran a finger along the slit of my knob as Emily tugged my pants down.

Amy ran her finger all the way down the shaft to my balls, Emily wrapped one hand around near the top and began slowly wanking.

Suddenly Amy dashed out the room, “Back in a mo,” she called from the hall.

True to her word a moment later she reappeared and held some black panties up for me to take, “These are mine from yesterday, nice and dirty for you,” she said.

They’re hands were all over me and soon pre cum was lubricating my shaft.

“Go on Tom, have a good sniff on those panties. We want to see you spunk everywhere,” encouraged Emily.

As they both wanked my cock faster I sniffed in the dirty odours of Amy’s pussy on her knickers and was soon spraying my spunk as Emily had asked for. Over their hands, arms, the ladder, the floor and some made it’s way onto Amy’s t-shirt.

“Dirty Dirty Boy,” said Amy as she surveyed the mess.

They wanked my cock until I’d finished. As they withdrew their hands I noticed Emily lick a small blob of spunk from her arm and then looked around for more.

“You may as well use my knickers to clean yourself up,” said Amy.

“Have you done that light yet?” teased Emily, smiling.

“Oh, yeah hang on, sorry I must have been distracted,” I replied smiling back.

Pulling up my pants and shorts I fitted the new bulb easily and wondered what the problem was, “There you go,” I said and stepped off the ladder.

“Thanks Tom,” said Amy, “Feel free to CUM again wont you…”

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