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I needed release. This was a simple fact, I knew; a result of uncontrollable circumstance. I supposed that everyone knew tension like this on a personal basis, but I wondered as I closed the door behind me if everyone felt as much lust built up with it. I had sat at my desk for most of the day trying to focus on work; but I nevertheless found myself dreaming of your gentle caress and expert touch. An ache had been building within me, bringing a distinct wetness to my nether regions. I knew it as I lit the candles and oil lamps; I knew it as I filled the bath with hot, bubbly water; I knew it as I smelled the aroma of musk permeate the room from the incense. I needed release.

As I stepped into the bath, removing my small silk robe and leaving it on a hook beside the bath, the warming touch of the water drew all my tension away. I lowered myself into the steamy water, allowing it to engulf me in its warm and soapy embrace. I sighed. It felt so wonderfully relaxing, my mind quickly drifted to thoughts of you. I thought of your hands, moving across my body, feeling every inch of my skin. My desire was strong. Instead of shampooing my hair, I reached for my sponge. As I lathered it up with the fragrant soap, I imagined that you were beside me. In my mind you took my hand, and slowly began to rub the poof across my skin. I started with the top, washing my arms and my back…. Then across my stomach, barely brushing the top of the small trimmed patch of hair. Feeling a slight shiver from the sensation, I began to rhythmically run the sponge around each of my breasts, Bahçelievler escort bayan then across the nipples that stiffened quickly upon contact. As I washed one, I lightly massaged the other, to mimic the feel of the other.

Feeling my desire grow, I moved to my feet, feeling the light tickle of the sponge across my toes. I smiled as I ran the poof up and down my calves.. Then more slowly as I moved to my thighs. I gasped when the sponge brushed against my clit briefly as I washed the sensitive areas on the insides of my thigh. I was breathing more deeply now, knowing that I could feel release soon. My hands, almost now completely under control of the fantasy of you in my mind, began to work the lather into my pussy, starting with the outer lips, and working towards the opening to my moist and eager passage. I ran my fingers in gentle circles around my clit, moving rhythmically at the sensation. Knowing that if you were there, I would have been due a little tease, I stopped before my desire built too high.

I quickly shampooed my hair, eager for what was to come, and pulled down the shower massager to rinse. As I felt the warm waves of water rushing through my long hair and down my back, I knew that I would need to feel it pulsing on my aching clit, soon. I worked the conditioner into my long hair, then into the small v of hair that pointed to my clit. (That hair should be soft, too, no?) As I slowly rubbed my quivering mound, I knew that I couldn’t wait much longer. I grabbed my razor, and with a little Escort Bahçeşehir soap, quickly and expertly shaved the area around my pussy, by touch. I could feel each glide of the razor, which found every little hair, and removed it, leaving me soft and smooth. By this time, I knew what had to come next. Not a soul could have removed me from that water at that point… Release was imminent.

I took the shower massager and rinsed my hair again, then slowly rinsing every inch of my skin, feeling the warm water mimic the previous actions of the sponge. When all of the lather had washed down, I switched the spray over to its massage setting, and leaned against the edge of the tub. I thought of your touch as the hard spray touched me, starting on my smooth ass, caressing it all over before moving on to my waiting slit. As the spray touched my tight rosebud opening, I gasped and jumped a little, thinking of the pleasurable pain of you taking me there. As the spray moved towards my waiting clit, I felt the water rush across my pussy, and I moaned, aching to be filled there. As soon as the spray moved away, I plunged two of my fingers into my wet hole, imagining that it was your cock, thrusting into me, hard and fast and hot. I moved the massager up onto my clit, and felt the first waves of orgasm wash over me as the water surged onto the engorged nub. I felt my fingers pick up their intensity as I dreamt of you fucking me harder, pressing me further against the wall of the bath.

I felt the release begin… The hard water pulsing Bakırköy escort against my hard center of pleasure, my fingers mimicking the action of your cock… I felt the sensation build from my dripping mound, and travel through my stomach and into my spine. Waves of pleasure radiated from every nerve in my body as I felt the numbing orgasm take over. My mind was lost in a sea of passion, every inch of my being connected to you. Instead of stopping, however, my fingers kept thrusting in and out of me, and the stream of water continued to work it’s magic on my clit. As soon as the first orgasm subsided, another began to build behind it, with the force of a hurricane. As I fucked my fingers harder and faster, moaning over the spray of the water, I knew that I was about to lose control. The spray kept pulsing against my clit, leaving me no escape. When the image of you taking your hard cock from my wet pussy and putting it into my tight, waiting ass came into my mind, I inserted two fingers into my ass and lost it.

My second orgasm took over my soul, and left my body a quivering mass of pleasure. I felt the heat spread from beneath me and carry me up to higher plateaus of ecstasy. Nothing in the world mattered but the explosions of pleasure that rocked me and the beautiful knowledge that I was yours. I collapsed against the wall, letting the shower massager fall next to me as I tried to catch my breath. When I finally regained my composure, after what must have been at least 10 minutes, I realized that the room was filled with hot, musky, steam. I shut the water off, wrapped a warm towel around my hair, and stepped out. As I dried off, I noticed that I had a big smile on my face, and that I was still a little wet in one area, no matter how well I dried. I put my little silk robe back on, and extinguished the candles with a great sense of satisfaction. I had gotten my release.

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As I laid down in my bed after hrs. of talking to my new Master. I laid in complete silence legs still trembling from the multiple orgasms he had let me have. My heart sank deep into my chest every time I thought back on agreeing to 13 days of being his dirty little slave. I start to breath harder struggling to keep my breath. Terrified of letting him give me what I know I’ve always wanted. I was raised in a household where sex was dirty and never spoke of. Not understanding why something I wanted so bad was so wrong.

All the yrs. I had laid there dreaming of these fantasies while I pleasured myself. Knowing these are just fantasies. I will never fulfill them. I’m not one of those girls but here was my kind but stern Master. Here to give me everything I wanted. Then my heavy breathing turns to a very calm smile. As I think back to his soft rough voice. My pussy starts to throb. I think to myself could I really have another… orgasm tonight. At that moment I spread my legs far apart opening my white Egyptian cotton robe. The room was a tad bit warm but the fan over the top of the bed was blowing a nice cool Bahçelievler escort breeze. Feeling the cool rush of air hit my pussy and breast. My nipples became stiff and hard in just a few seconds. I massage them slowly but squeezed them firmly. As the cool breeze tickled and teased my already wet pussy.

The words of my Master running threw my head. Wondering what he is going to do to me next. I close my eyes and picture him between my legs and that cool breeze is him softly blowing on my pussy lips. My hands went from my breast slowly down my stomach to the top of my pussy. As the excitement grew I used my legs to raise my pussy in the air. Wanting the breeze to rush over my clit. Almost silently begging my Master for more pleasure. Opening my pussy lips with my fingertips. I feel the cool air hit my soaking wet pussy. Brushing softly against my clit. I run my hands down the inside of my thighs to my knees pushing them out and down. Making me fall back down onto the bed. Then back up to my pussy.

I take my right pointer finger and run it between my lips. Just Bahçeşehir escort bayan on the outside. Feeling my juices drip down the crack of my ass. Then I push my finger between my swollen lips. Running it slowly from bottom to top. Thinking to myself what would Master want me to do. I teased my clit. Flickering it from side to side. My hand was soaked. When I could hear Master in my head. Telling me to taste it. I take my finger out of my pussy and start sucking like I would his dick. Pumping it in and out of my mouth. Twirling my tongue around the tip of my finger. As my other hand caressed my left breast. Could taste my sweet hot juices on my finger. I moaned for him. I wanted to feel him, taste him. Heat waves pulsed over my body. Images of his dirty blonde hair on my breast as he kisses his way up. His perfectly shaped lips touch mine. As his hand gently but forcefully grips my neck. Race threw my mind. I moan for my Master again. This time a little louder than before. I glance over to my vibrators on the bed next to me. I grab the stronger one. Turning it on high Escort Bakırköy and pressing it directly on my clit. Pulling my pussy lips far apart till my body starts to twitch.

I take it off immediately. I know Master would want me to tease myself. I don’t know how much more I can take tho. I leave the vibrator on high. pressing it against my clit then raising it up. My body would push my clit out trying to follow the vibrations every time I raised it up. Then I started doing circles around my clit then half circles and pulled the vibrator away. Then I directed it down and slid it into my tight pussy. Feeling my pussy stretch over my toy. I start fucking myself with it. Moaning to the point of screaming. For my master to come fuck his slave. To punish me for having these orgasms without him. My dirty little secret was his punishments were more like rewards for me. As I lay there the orgasms rush threw me. I’m shaking all over. I can barely remember to breath. All I can think about is Master’s thick cock inside me. I can feel the curves of his cock on my pussy walls…. Every vain. I can feel him stiffening more inside me. As I reach my final orgasm. I feel the juices pour out of my trembling body imagining they are his. From him shooting his load deep within my pussy. Flooding my pussy walls as we cum together. My pussy still throbbing I find myself moaning myself to sleep. Excited about what Master has in store for me today.

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I’m on my own again back into the world of respectability in the London suburbs. It’s the same old story, my husband is away for the majority of the week on business and I’m at work most days. But tonight, I’ve decided, will be different. I need a release from my frustrations, and I thought you might like to cum with me. Goodness knows, I know I need to.

7.30 a.m: It’s morning now and I feel as randy as hell. I’m not sure why but I just do. Perhaps it’s the warmth of my bed and the softness of the duvet against my skin. All I know is that as I stretch out to caress my breasts it feels good and my nipples are aroused and firm. Of course I could satisfy myself straight away but I thought I’d tease myself a little, well all day actually, and have a special masturbation session tonight. I hope you’ll join me.

7.40 a.m: Time for a hot shower. Afterwards I step out of the water, cleansed, and into a large thick, soft towel it makes me prickle with warmth and comfort. Now I’m dry, well in most places, I’ll massage my favourite lotion into my skin. This always turns me on, especially while I rub the cool cream into the area that surrounds my vagina. I’m shaved smooth, not a hair in sight, so I feel extra sensitive. I could cum so easily, but it’s not time as yet. I’ll just brush my finger lightly over my clit to send a thrill shooting to my sexual centre. This feels wonderful, my clit is hard and, oh God, I could cum so easily.

8.00 a.m: After dealing with my hair and make-up, it’s time to dress. Being a business woman of 41 I can’t dress too sexily but I’ll wear what I know will keep me sexed-up all day. I’ve slipped on my silky smooth, shiny stockings. They are the hold-up style with lacy tops that stop about an inch from my secret depths. This is all I will wear underneath my work suit. The suit is heavy and of a rough tweed like material. I pull on the skirt and it slightly scratches and itches my bare bottom and lower tummy – mmmm, heaven!

The jacket is shaped and beautifully cut. Again the cloth feels rough, especially as I stretch it over my full breasts to do up the buttons. The neck line is reasonably high so I hope no one will know that I am naked underneath. Well they might, if they look closely enough, as my tits will gently move and be stimulated as I walk and stretch. I put on a pair of shoes with kitten heels and, that’s me, ready for work – the respectable face (and body) of commerce.

8.35 a.m: I’ve arrived at my office and I’m sitting at my desk to view the morning mail. As I cross my legs I’m sure that I can sense moisture on my inner, upper thighs but I try to concentrate on what I should be doing.

8.55 a.m: A young messenger guy knocks on the door with a private package for me. He looks so fresh and healthy I could devour him for breakfast, but I try not to be too obvious. He asks me to sign his clip-board. As I bend over to do so I realise that he is glancing down my jacket as it gapes slightly at the top. This sends a shiver of delight to my nipples, but he has to go. I know I mustn’t weaken or make a fool of myself at work.

I run a hand over my breasts and can feel my nipples are erect and fighting to press through the thick scratchy material. I stifle a groan of pleasure.

10.10 a.m: After I’ve supervised my staff and given instructions for the day I’m back in my private office. I can now open the package I received earlier. I know what it is. I take off the brown paper wrapper and look at the box, the picture on the front makes me smile to myself. I tip the box, release the fastening and out falls my new vibrator, the one I’ll use tonight. Arnavutköy escort It’s big. Very big. About eleven or twelve inches with an impressive width as well. It feels softish, almost like real skin, on the outside with a firm, solid middle. It’s shaped exactly like a penis and looks very realistic – only much, much bigger than when compared to my husband. The thought of plunging this inside me makes my mouth water at the prospect. It will be the biggest cock, real or artificial, that I have ever used. This makes me tremble with anticipation. My hands are quite shaky.

I put the vibrator away in my bag and hope that the day will pass by quickly.

2.00 p.m: I’ve had lunch and I somehow got through the morning without doing anything silly. I still feel very sexy. I had one little shock. I was reaching for a box file from a high shelf, so my tummy was showing, and one of my young secretaries had entered into my office, without me knowing. I turned slightly and saw her staring at my expanse of exposed skin. I don’t know who was embarrassed most. She went quite red faced and stumbled her words as she spoke. I never thought I’d get pleasure from another woman looking at me but I certainly did this time. There seemed to be lust in her eyes, or maybe this was just wishful thinking.

After she had left I imagined her walking up behind me, while I was reaching up, and touching my skin, one hand moving slowly upwards to stroke my breasts, her other hand pushing down the front of my skirt. Her red plump lips would kiss and tickle my tummy button. I swear I almost cum just thinking about it. It was the first time I’d ever had a fantasy involving a woman – but the thought of me being stretched upwards while her delicate hands and red painted finger nails roamed freely over my body was very mouth-watering.

4.00 p.m: It’s no good, I’ve got to go home and sort out my frustrations. The expectation of the enormous vibrator is driving me mad. I give my final instructions to my staff and tell them I’m off to see a client. I can’t wait to get home.

4.10 p.m: I’m in my car heading homeward. My skirt is pushed high up my thighs and I’ve undone a couple of buttons on my jacket so that my breasts aren’t so confined. I’ve got the heater on full so that I’m very hot.

As I drive I rub my hand along my thighs and open my legs slightly. As I reach my stocking tops I feel the softness of my skin damp and warm. I must focus on my driving.

4.45 p.m: Home! What a relief. I get out of my car. Damn! This is like a bad dream. There’s my nosy neighbour, Mr. Wilkinson, the boring accountant. “Hello,” he calls out, “Have you got a minute?”

I wait until he reaches me and off he goes on and on about some ‘Neighbourhood Watch’ meeting. I try to listen but wish he’d just go away. It’s then I realise he’s staring at my unbuttoned jacket as he talks. I’d forgotten that I had quite a lot of cleavage showing. This excites me and I ask him if he wants a coffee. “Yes,” he replies, “I’d love one.”

4.55 p.m: We go inside my house and I take him into the kitchen while I make the coffee. I sit on a high stool by the breakfast bar while he continues with his theme about cutting crime locally. I cross my legs allowing my skirt to rise and watch as his eyes take in my silky legs.

“Do you take sugar and milk?”

“Erm, yes, p-please,” he says. I know he’s hooked so I pour the coffee and his eyes are now upon my breasts as I bend towards him handing him his drink. I straighten up slowly so he has time to gaze on my globes. The thing is I want him to Avcılar escort bayan look at me. I want to take everything off so he can see all of me, and examine me in minute detail if he wants. I suddenly come to my senses and realise I must behave as I have my reputation to think about. I somehow persuade him to drink his coffee quickly and leave.

5.15 p.m: At last I’m alone. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to make myself cum.

5.20 p.m: I switch on my computer to update what has happened so far today. This done I go to my bedroom, take off my suit and slip on a thin, silk robe. Underneath I only have my stockings and I put on some very high heel shoes. I get out my new vibrator and put in the batteries. I’m hot, sexy and ready.

5.42 p.m: I’m now in ‘real’ time. I’m sitting in front of my screen, the vibrator next to the keyboard, my robe held together loosely by a looped belt. My chair is an executive style with soft leather, big comfy arms and a high back. It can tilt slightly backwards if I wish.

I feel a little nervous. It’s as if I’m talking to you – just you and me – and there you are watching. It feels exciting and so intimate. I’m hot, my face is glowing and my lips are full and fiery as I lick them to keep them moist. I’m sure I’m sweating slightly. As I touch my neck it feels humid and hot.

If I sit here quietly I can sense myself glowing with sexuality. I feel alive and sensitive. As I look down at my body my nipples show through my silk robe which reaches down to the middle of my thighs. My stockings shine and are so smooth and sleek to the touch of my hand. My high heels make my legs look longer and give me almost a tarty look. I feel sensuous and ready for almost anything.

I loosen my belt so that it drops away and as I breath deeply the robe moves apart slightly, the edges at the top hardly covering my nipples. I breath deeper and at last my tits are exposed, As I look down I see their softness contrasting with the hardness of the nipples. They are yearning to be touched and pulled.

I place one arm below my tits and raise this slowly so they rise and stand out more. My breasts look so full, enlarged with wanting and desire. I delicately touch one nipple and a ripple of excitement shoots through my body. I hold the nipple between three fingers and pull outwards slowly and watch it stretch out like a miniature penis. The harder and further I pull the more pleasure it gives me. I can sometimes cum just by manipulating and ‘milking’ my nipples, so I stop as I want to orgasm with the vibrator.

The robe is now wide apart and I can see my glistening mound rising between my legs. My vaginal lips look swollen and puffy and at the top I can see the hardness of my clit peeping through seeking attention. I breathe deeply again while looking at my body and it is turning me on more and more.

I hook one leg over the arm of my chair so that I can touch and caress the inside of my leg and upper thigh, moving to the white flesh above my stocking tops. There is moisture there and I sensuously massage the area. My fingers feel sticky and slippery. I let out a moan of pleasure and raise my hand to my tits squeezing them together tightly. I feel like I’m on fire.

I hook my other leg over the other arm of the chair so my cunt is completely exposed and slightly open. I’m panting as I lustfully look at myself. I touch my exposed parts with two fingers, running them down my crack and juices flow out. I’m drenched and lubricated.

The vibrator is staring at me and I hold it with difficulty in one hand. It’s Escort Bağcılar so big, my fingers do not reach round the girth. I’m surprised now at the size and different emotions enter my mind. I’m excited but also a little scared by how much it will make my vagina stretch. I try to suck the end of the vibrator but it hardly goes in my mouth. I place it on one of my nipples and set it to a slow vibration. This sends me into wondrous spasms of sensitivity, my whole body seems to quiver and shudder.

I make a slow, tantalising, downward path tracing a trail via my belly button to my waiting, throbbing vagina. The vibrator touches my clit and I scream out with ecstasy. I pull it away. I know though that I must now cum, no more teasing, but I want the cock deep inside me as I do so.

I put the head of the vibrator between my distended cunt lips and push gently, they part and welcome the roundness of the head between them. I’m not sure if I can take such a size. I push gently again and about an inch goes inside me. My nerve endings shoot messages to all of my pleasure zones. I have to breath deep and slow myself down.

A little more pressure and I feel my cunt stretching and filling. As I glance down it looks obscene as this monstrous cock penetrates me. I can’t stop now so I push once more and I must have four inches deep inside me. I throw my head back in triumph and push again. I’m so wet that the vibrator impales me going in further and I feel like I’m about to be split open. There’s slight pain but mostly pleasure as I keep on thrusting until I feel my womb being attacked. I gasp at the wonder of it all and try to sit still.

I’ve never felt so full. I sit silently and tighten and release my vaginal muscles over and over as if I’m sucking this intruder further and further into me. I cannot take any more, I’m sweating, I’m hot and I need to be fucked hard.

I yell out obscenities I never normally use and start to move the cock in and out of me. As I do so my cunt is expanding, the stretching is making me groan and bite my lip. In and out I go pounding the sensations. I can’t stop I’m possessed by a monstrous desire and I go faster and faster. Juices are flowing onto my chair beneath me and I know I’m cuming, I can’t stop myself any longer. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shout, “Pound my cunt, give it to me, all of it. I can take it.” I scream as I cum, my whole body is throbbing, my tits are bouncing and I’m shaking my head from side to side. Wave after wave of orgasms flood my senses. I can hardly breath, the pulsating orgasms keep on coming over and over until tears are running down my cheeks and juices are flooding over my hand. At last they slow down and I’m left gasping and groaning.

As I gradually come back to earth I pull the vibrator slowly out of my cunt and feel empty. I can see how open I am. It’s like there is a dark tunnel to my very soul. I reach down to investigate. It is wet and hot inside. I can smell a musk odour filling my nostrils as my fingers examine, and move along, the velvet like walls. I know I’m going to need more. More stimulation, more fucking. I pull myself wide apart wishing I (or you) could fill my vagina with hot spurting sperm over and over again.

6.26 p.m: Suddenly I’m jolted back to the real world by the front door bell ringing. Flustered, I quickly wrap my robe round me and tie the belt. I’m sure it doesn’t hide my desires properly but there may be someone important at the door.

I rush downstairs, sweaty, flushed and sticky, the robe clinging like a second skin to my naked body. I breath deeply and open the door very slightly. It’s Mr. Wilkinson! “I thought you might like this Neighbourhood Watch Newsletter to read.”

I mumble a thanks and then look at him looking at me. His eyes are glued to my swaying breasts and hard swollen nipples that are poking through the thin robe.

6.30 p.m: “Do you want to come inside?” I whisper…

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I’m at my desk, alone, working. I’ve been busy. And then it happens. Every man knows the feeling.

It begins with a stirring in the groin. Suddenly, you’re aware that your dick is starting to stiffen. Why has this happened now, you momentarily wonder. But the sensation takes over and your mind can no longer focus on the job at hand.

It happened to me just now. Windows are minimized, a blank Word document opens. The mind has worked at lightning speed, the decision confirmed before it is even thought through.

Yesterday I masturbated with the aid of pictures, my cock blowing warm cum which covered my hands as I stroked and pulled to an image of a slutty model fingering her cunt.

Today, I’m going to write as I tease and build my cock to the explosion it has signalled it needs. I will type as I fantasise, cum as I recall times spent with assorted girlfriends.

I remove my jeans and admire the bulge of my hardened cock in my briefs. It always looks good like this. I remember Natalie cupping her hand on my underwear, squeezing my cock, sliding her hand down to massage my balls whilst her tongue lapped at mine and I fondled her tits.

Natalie was good, the best of my lovers. She loved to talk dirty. As she stroked my cock she would tell me she wanted me to fuck her cunt. She would gasp and moan as I called her a bitch and told her she was a slut who needed to have her cunt fucked hard by my dick.

She’s not here now but the memories do their job and I stop typing to remove my briefs. I’ve been to the bathroom to fetch the baby oil, my favourite aid to stroking my cock. I pull back the chair, desert the keyboard momentarily and begin a slow rhythmic stroking of my dick.

The head of my cock is sensitive today, always a sign of a good wanking session. My hands reach Escort Akbatı down to hold and squeeze by balls. They are slick now, my throbbing nuts, slick with the warm oil. I hold them tightly with my right hand as my left swirls up and down my cock, my fist enveloping, then exposing the engorged head, sliding up and down. The sensation on the ridge between the head and the shaft makes me groan out loud.

I remember Natalie watching me pull on my cock in bed one time as she played with my balls and fingered my arse. Her finger would snake its way inside my tight hole and I’d tell her to “fuck my arse”. Then she’d place my hand on her pussy and use it to get herself off whilst I told her she was a naughty slut, whispering the words in her ear, then kissing her neck and moving down to suck a hard nipple. She had great nipples, prominent, hard, inviting the tongue and the mouth.

I stop and resume the typing. My cock is pointed at the ceiling, my balls are rising and receding as my excitement builds. The keyboard is slick now as I aim to slow down the experience.

I remember Debbie and the way she would suck my cock. We liked to 69, my lips and tongue lapping at her wonderful pussy whilst she sucked on the head of my cock and begged me to fill her mouth with cum. My cock gets really hard with this memory.

Debbie was tall, her legs long, her pussy so wonderful to lick. I remember the triangular black cunt hair which neatly framed her wet and ravenous hole. She enjoyed sitting astride me, fucking my cock up and down as I squeezed and rubbed her pert young breasts. It was some time ago now, but you never forget the joy of teenage sex. You never forget the slim body, the perfect hips, the taut, flat stomach, the tightness of her arse.

I stop typing and read Aksaray escort the words over, my hand slowly moving up and down my reddened cock, then rapidly pistoning up and over the head, gathering pace as the urge to cum builds. I feel my balls, tight now, hard also. My hand moves to my arse and I shift forward on the chair, exposing my hole to the middle finger of my right hand.

My left hand strokes up and down my cock and I being to talk out loud. “Pull my cock, you slut”, I say to the empty room. “Come on, you bitch”, I instruct the fantasy.

My middle finger on the other hand enters my arse and I worry I am going to cum from the sensation as my finger finds my prostate and rubs it hard. Oh, Natalie, where are you when I need you?

I stop and resume the typing before I forget the sequence of events. Now I’m feeling amazingly aroused, my heart is thumping wildly, and my wet cock bounces up and down as I tap the keyboard. Can any woman appreciate the power of male masturbation?

To delay the explosive moment, I retrieve my shaver and proceed to shave my balls. I now keep them bald but they need a touch-up.

It’s an erotic sensation to shave your balls and I love it. My cock and balls look bigger when they’re bald and the sensation of stroking naked skin is like no other. I admire my handiwork in a bedroom mirror before returning to my desk, slowly stroking up and down the length of my cock as I move around the house. I long for a woman’s mouth on my balls, alternately sucking one and then the other as her slender fingers slide along my dick.

It’s now over half an hour since I started playing with myself. I’ve been to the edge of orgasm and pulled back. I’ve shaved and now I massage the sack holding my balls and pour more oil on my cock.

I Ankara escort bayan stroke and pull my dick, faster and faster. I pull and squeeze my balls and then grasp the base of my penis so I stroke the full length and watch my piss-hole open and close. I’m rock-hard now and my mind pictures the explosion as my cum pours out.

But not yet. There is more to write. Delay, delay, you know that makes it more satisfying.

I remember Tina, the smallest of the women. Pert, tight, her tits perfectly cupped by a red bikini, the bottom piece clinging to her arse, accentuating the outline of her pussy. What a memory!

Tina was cheeky, inquisitive. She liked to hold my cock whilst I pissed, enjoyed flaunting herself, loved fucking anywhere.

I imagine the three of them together, playing with each other, sucking each other. It’s the ultimate male fantasy. I imagine Debbie between Natalie’s legs, lapping at her cunt, finger-fucking her hole, whilst Tina sucks her tits. I’m watching on the sidelines, stroking my cock, enjoying the sights and sounds, willing the three of them to lose themselves in each other.

I see myself fucking Debbie whilst Natalie holds and strokes my balls, squeezing my nuts as my cock slides in and out of Debbie’s wet cunt. Tina joins in, licking my wet cock as it pistons in and out of Debbie. I see myself pulling out and cumming on Debbie’s stomach whilst Natalie maintains the pace on my balls and Tina laps at my cockhead.

I’m stroking hard and fast now, the movement has become frantic and desperate, my orgasm is building. The mental pictures blur and merge into a frenzied memory of times past.

And then it happens, that sensation that will not be denied. It’s uncontrollable in the final stages and my cock erupts in my hand, spilling cum all over. The sensitivity is at its peak now and I quickly slow to a minor up and down movement.

And then the moment is over. The mind switches back to other things. The clean-up begins as the desk is restored to its workmanlike condition.

Once again, I’m at my desk, alone, working.

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The alarm clock buzzed for just a second at 7:00 am before Maddie promptly shut it off, as she does every morning before getting ready for work. Bracing herself for the inevitable chill, since she always sleeps fully in the nude, she dazedly tore off the covers and threw her feet over the side of the bed while sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She blinked tentatively a few times, and, still not quite awake, continued through the rest of her morning routine. It wasn’t until she was halfway through heating some water for her morning tea that she realized – ‘I don’t have to go into work today!’

“Damned Coronavirus – or COVID-19, or whatever the heck they’re calling it,” she muttered quietly to herself. Maddie had been laid off for the next couple weeks, as her place of work had to shut down during that time. She was upset that she wasn’t getting paid, but couldn’t really complain that she suddenly had a bunch of free time on her hands. As someone who was accustomed to 60-70 hour weeks, free time was sort of a novel concept to her. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how many personal projects had become backed up on her to-do list that she never had time to get to.

“Well,” she sighed, “I would have preferred to sleep in a little later, but since I’m already up and brewing some tea, I might as well get started on my day”. Maddie looked around her apartment pensively, trying to decide with which project she wished to start. As her gaze drifted over the sliding glass door leading to the patio, she noticed just how neglected her tiny patio garden had become. “And it’s such a beautiful day,” she thought. “I think that would be the perfect place to start”.

Grabbing her mug of tea and slipping on her fluffy slippers, she walked over to the patio door. She was halfway through opening it before the sudden gust of crisp morning air alerted her to the fact that she was – other than her slippers – still completely naked! She hurriedly slammed the door shut, then peered through the curtains covering the glass door to see if anyone had noticed. What she noticed, though, was that it was actually eerily quiet outside. It was true Akbatı escort that most people weren’t normally up this early anyways, but, since she lived in a small college town, a lot of the residents had gone back to their hometowns on account of the Coronavirus crisis, and those that remained were probably sleeping in as much as they could. Also, since there was a fence around her property, there were only a few buildings around her that could see into her patio area anyways.

Feeling daring, she pulled the curtains fully back, then opened the sliding door and stepped out onto her patio, shutting the door behind her. She couldn’t believe how nice the morning sun felt on her skin. Setting her mug down next to her lawn chair, she decided to sit for a few minutes and sip on her tea while soaking in the rays. As she leaned back in the chair, she felt the cool material of the chair against her back and buttocks, which paired nicely with the heat coating her thighs, stomach, and breasts.

“Mmmm.” It felt so good to not have to put a bra on in the morning, let alone any clothes at all. Only now did Maddie realize how much stress she had been carrying around day-to-day. So many of her hours were spent in uncomfortable blazers, slacks, skirts, and high heels, while focusing all of her energy and attention on making sure things were getting done correctly at her job. She had been too busy to even realize that she was busy. But, now that her body sat limply on her patio chair, with nothing but the sound of birds, the smell of her tea, and the gentle touch of the wind on her body to distract her, she was finally able to clear her mind of the stress she had been burdened with for so long.

“Ahhh,” she sighed, “I could do this every morning.” For a few minutes she just leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed and let her self feel the rays of sun penetrate her chilly skin. A strong breeze overtook her for a few seconds, and she immediately brought her hands to her chest to cover her hardening nipples. She her hands rub circles on her breasts, massaging the goosebumps out of them, but soon realized she was just making her nipples hard for Aksaray escort bayan a different reason. It brought a familiar tingle to her body, which made her jolt up in her chair as she suddenly remembered she was out on her patio naked.

She crossed one arm over her chest and covered her crotch with the other and looked around, but found she was still totally alone. For a second she debated going back inside for a quick solo session, but the air outside felt so good, and she was more relaxed and, surprisingly, more turned on than she had been in a long time. She had rarely had the time or mental energy to masturbate recently, and she didn’t want to risk losing the peace of mind she had attained at the moment.

So, content that no one could see or hear her, she again leaned back in her chair, and let her hand that was covering her breasts resume in kneading them. She allowed her fingers to graze over her nipples a bit, which never failed to get her juices flowing, and this time was no different. Spreading her thighs just a slight bit, she wormed her middle finger through her lightly trimmed pubes and between her legs, then pressed through her outer labia until she found her ever-increasing wetness.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Her voice startled her, sounding as though it carried forever in the still silence around her. Worrying that someone might hear her, she kept her lips tightly sealed and allowed her finger to continue its exploration of her vulva. She probed a bit further, dipping just the tip of her finger into her vagina, then brought her finger up to her clit, causing her to shudder and supress another slight moan. Her finger moved over her clit in gentle circles, while her other hand moved to her other breast, pressing it firmly into her body.

Needing more access to her pussy, she lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the edge of the chair, and spread her legs wide, exposing herself fully to anyone that might be around. Too engrossed in her pleasure to care anymore if someone could see her, she took her first two fingers and slid them effortlessly into her vagina and began finger-fucking herself slowly Escort Ankara at first, and then gradually more and more forcefully. As hard as she was trying, she couldn’t help but let a few audible gasps and moans escape as she released herself to the ecstasy she was feeling. Her free hand began to roam her stomach, thighs, and chest while she entered another finger into her pussy with the other hand. She thought about nothing in particular, but instead allowed her mind to simply focus on every sensation that her body was feeling.

Her fingers were moving rapidly now, and the chair started to squeak and shift under her bucking body. “Oh god, that feels so good. Mmmm. Oh God!” Any thought towards any sense of decency went out the window as she moaned and exclaimed with reckless abandon. She brought her hand back to her left breast and squeezed forcefully while she relentlessly fingered herself, and before long the pleasure reached its peak, and she convulsed gently as her orgasm swept over her body in heavy waves.

Releasing her breath that she didn’t realize she was holding, she slumped back into her chair and let her arms fall down to her sides. Her breath came in short, labored bursts, and sweat beaded up on her face and body. She let the sun and wind envelope her for a few minutes longer while she regained her composure, until the rising sun became too warm for her to handle any more. She opened her eyes, then pulled them back into slits to protect them from the bright sun, and out of the corner of her eye she could’ve sworn she saw a figure rush briefly away from her fence, before hearing a sliding glass door slam shut nearby. Sitting up fully now, with her arms covering herself as best as she could, she could feel her heart beating in her chest with adrenaline as she scanned her surroundings for any sign of life, but ultimately found none.

She rose quickly from her chair, and in one movement opened the door, moved inside, and closed the door and curtains behind her. “Was there someone out there watching me?” she wondered to herself. She suddenly became very nervous. How much did they see? Was it someone I know? Were they filming it?

Her mind full of questions, she felt her heart beat rise with anxious excitement, but much to her surprise, could feel herself growing even more wet from the thought.

“Well, I suppose I don’t have anything else to do today,” she said to herself, as she returned to her bedroom and dug up her favorite toy.

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The town was quiet and fairly conservative in its viewpoint. The kids were nice and clean living and attended church on Sunday. There were a few houses owned by the Army and in one of these Matt arrived when he was 15. He was good looking and tall with curly blonde hair and freckles. He immediately struck up a friendship with Donny and Kay who had lived most of their lives in the town. They spent their formative years together and were now 18. They went to different colleges but always met after to study or mess around in Matt’s cabin. It was a large shed with 2 levels and windows. A ladder led to the upper level which had a small mezzanine floor. The cabin was kitted out with electricity so they could play their CD’s and Playstation games. There was an old-ish settee in red leather, a futon and a dark wooden table and chairs. The cabin was located at the end of the long garden, surrounded by trees and when the gate was locked, they would need to pass through the house to gain access to it, sometimes meeting either Mr or Mrs Jones, on the way. There would be polite exchanges of pleasantries and questions answered regarding school or college. Usually they left the garden by the gate which Matt would lock behind them. Occasionally other friends would turn up and be let in.

Donny and Kay lived around the block from Matt. Donny had dark curly hair was again good looking with a gleam in his dark brown eyes and was about the same height as Matt. He was also an excellent footballer. Kay was attractive, tall 5’10” slim with wide shoulders and long dark hair, fresh face and long legs. She was an excellent swimmer and swam for the college. Donny had watched her compete against his college and remembered her standing on the side as he watched from the stands. The upturned triangular shape from her shoulders down to her slim waist and only slightly wider hips.

They would meet and occasionally do daring things like drink cider or smoke cigarettes, which usually ended with one of them being sick. During these times one would have to stand guard to provide early warning of any impending approach, so the evidence could be hidden.

They studied together and exchanged their views and often argued radical solutions to everyday problems. Kay had been somewhat of a tomboy, doing as much climbing and horsing around as the boys, but she was becoming more obviously feminine and the boys had started to notice.

Their relationship was strong and they saw themselves as more sophisticated than the other kids on the block – a cut above. Matt who had lived in various army camps brought a new depth of knowledge to them, recounting tales he had overheard from either his parents or kids at the army camp schools.

Increasingly their conversations had included sex, attitudes to sex, sexual practice, and even who knew of anybody having sex, which excluded them all. Matt would always have more exotic tales than the other two because of his greater exposure. On a night after sex had been discussed they would leave slightly aroused and go to their respective beds, to enjoy their own company.

There was less horse play in recent months probably because of their age and greater awareness of each other. Sometimes Kay would find one or both of the boys over-staring at her breasts or long legs or trying to glimpse up her skirt; if she spotted them she would not rush to cover up as it was only natural instinct and she quite enjoyed it; or she would glance slightly longer than normal at them, with a wistful look in her eye. Sometimes she would grip their biceps through a sweat shirt enjoying the feeling of hard sinew and muscle. Occasionally an arm would brush her breast, slightly more than fleetingly, when retrieving something or when dancing to a CD, a chest would press against hers.

One Wednesday Matt had brought a lingerie magazine from one of the Sunday papers to the shed. Both he and Donny poured over it checking out there favourites. Silk and shiny; lace and colours. Matt was the instigator but Donny was a willing follower as they both got aroused talking about there favourites.

Kay turned up wearing a white T-shirt and jeans; at the sudden opening of the door Matt hid the magazine. She drifted over asking them what they were doing. A little embarrassed at first, the boys admitted they were looking at some pictures.

“Let me see.” She said holding out her long thin hand, not wanting to be left out.

Matt revealed the magazine hidden behind him. She took it and proceeded to sit on the table, the two boys standing each side of her, with a foot on each chair. She browsed through, occasionally licking her full lips.

“You like these?” She asked and pointed to a view of women in latex bra and panty sets.

“Yes!” The boys enthused in unison. Relieved they were not being ridiculed. Kay tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and released a whiff of Chanel number 5.

“I quite like these.” She pointed to a Royal blue silk matching set with lace edges approvingly. The boys grinned, nodded and groaned. To which Sefaköy escort bayan she smiled, teasingly.

“Have you a favourite?” She turned to Matt. He was slightly flushed through his freckles. He smiled and touched his blonde curly hair self-conscientiously.

“Well ….”, He pointed to a model in shiny white bra and pants.

“What do you like about it?” This interrogation did nothing to calm them down, they all looked flushed and slightly breathless.

“Well …I like the lacy bra and ….” He said flushing.

She looked at the photograph “And?”

“Well … and how you can see through to her nipples.”

Donny joined in, with more confidence.

“And I like the way the panties just cover the bulge of her dark hair.”

“Hmmm! I see.” Kay smiled thoughtfully saying no more, but thumbing slowly through and every so often stopping to point at a photograph, which revealed a nipple or crotch shape.

“There a men in too!” Matt exploded. Then nervously.” …If if you’re interested.”

“Of course.” She said nonchalantly and began flicking the pages faster until she found men in briefs, boxers and long johns. The boys looked at the pictures and then at Kay, who studied calmly.

“Well what about you? What do you like?” Asked Matt breathlessly.

She looked and then pointed at a blonde man with a bronzed body and six pack. The briefs he wore were high sided and you could make out the shape of his scrotum.

“He’s nice.” She said.

“What do you like?” Matt asked interested as both boys leaned in closer and fidgeted in their pockets.

“He’s good looking. Has a nice tan and fit body, flat stomach and large …” She paused, teasing. “… thighs.”

There was a crestfallen sigh from the boys and a laugh from Kay. She closed the mag, jumped from the table, ran holding it in the air. The boys ran after her finally catching her on the ladders, by her jeans. Matt had hold of the leg and Donny’s hand was gripping her belt and inside the waist of her jeans, where he could feel the her soft downy hair on the back of his hand.

“Stop it! Stop it! They’ll come down.” She pulled back at the top of her jeans which had moved down, the knuckle of Donny’s hand was at the cleft in her butt. She was breathless, laughing but serious. Both boys let go simultaneously and Kay dropped the mag which Matt retrieved and waved.

“Would it be as good in the flesh?”

“You’ll never know.” She was still laughing and flirting with her hooded green eyes. Her hands were on her hips as she stood at the bottom of the ladder, her nipples standing proud of her breasts.

“That’s a shame.” Matt smiled in sham disappointment, his eyes on her breasts. She laughed and slapped him on his shoulder.

“Cool down boys.” And slapped Donny for good measure, as she was sure, he was ogling her – which he was.

“I don’t want to cool down – I like it.” Matt was quite determined and sat on the red leather settee with the mag as Kay sat next to him on the arm.

“We both do.” Donny lay on the futon opposite. “Don’t you?”

Kay could see the outline through his tracksuit of his erect penis. She had seen it before but never in such a highly charged atmosphere.

“Perhaps I’m not effected in the same way you are.” She nodded toward his pants and he pulled a cushion in front of himself.

Matt in the half light opened the mag with a large picture of a blonde in almost see-through set. Her brown nipples were clearly visible as was the blonde ‘V’. He showed it to Donny.

“How does that grab you?”

Donny gripped the cushion with two hands and pressed it into himself rolling and groaning in mock orgasm.

Kay laughed and shouted.

“Don’t mind me, but I hope you wash the cushions.”

She was enjoying the exhibition which made the both boys warm to it.

Matt slid a hand down the front of his shorts and gripped his stiffening penis and winking at Donny shouted.

“Oh God sometimes I just feel soooo randy!”

Donny shouted.

“Soooo sexy and filthy!”

This tirade continued getting louder and more vociferous.

Kay was enjoying this but stood up and walked to the window.

“I think I better stand watch if you’re going to do what I think you are.”

She felt so beaujois and decadent. She looked out the window and suddenly whispered urgently.

“Matt here’s your mum!”

Both boys immediately stopped what they were doing and sat up straight at the table, the mag was under the futon. Mrs Jones tapped on the door.

“Is everything alright in there?” She proceeded to explain. “I was in the garden and heard a noise.”

Matt replied casually.

“Sure mum no problem. We were just laughing about college.”

“OK as long as you’re alright. No horse play now. Kay is a young lady you know.”

“We know mum. It was just talk.”

“Very well then but remember it’s college in the morning.”

“OK” They all responded affirmatively.

When she had Yenibosna escort gone, Donny said.

“That was a near thing. I was getting quite carried away.”

“I know you were.” Said Kay. “and you weren’t alone.”

Neither boys were sure what or who she meant.

“It’s a bit frustrating though.” Said Matt.

“Why? What where you expecting?” Asked Kay.

“Well before you came in we were getting aroused….”

“It didn’t stop when I arrived.” Kay laughed.

“Got worse.” Interjected Donny and smiling mischievously at Kay.

“Steady!” Smiled Kay.

“…no but we were….”

“What? Going to jerk each other off.”

“No not each other … ourselves.” Said Matt finally.

“Well I’m sorry I spoiled it for you!” Kay replied feigning hurt.

“No you didn’t spoil it.” Placated Matt. “We didn’t want you to get upset, that was all. Anyway it’s embarrassing.”

They then talked about masturbation for a while and Matt relayed storied of people in the army using almost anything to masturbate with. A guy had used a vacuum cleaner pipe which caused them to roll about laughing, he’s heard of women using sausages, vegetables, bottles all sorts of things. Donny raised his eyebrows and Kay caught him and through a cushion at him reading his dirty little mind.. They got back to the feeling of embarrassment just as Mr Jones resumed his shouting from the house.

She walked over to the two of them and put her arms around their shoulders.

“Now why would you be embarrassed in front of me. Aren’t we supposed to be friends?”

They all embraced and laughed about the situation, they had found themselves in. The boys nuzzled their noses into the soft smooth skin of her neck and imbibed the fragrance of her perfume, their arms around her thin waist. Her breasts pressed into their arms. Matt reached for her ribs with his thumb and she wriggled and burst out laughing. Donny did the same from the other side and she tried to push them away as they fell back onto the leather settee.

They tickled her as she wriggled between them on the settee. It was inevitable that they pressed against her body, in short spasms of excitement. She could feel them but only wanted the relief from the tantalising tactile torture she was experiencing. She forced her way to the end of the settee, pushing them down, and pleading release, as they stopped her sweet suffering and all laughed together in a sweating gasping heap. Her hair was slightly matted across her face and the boys heads nestled under her arms.

“Matt …… Matt!” Mr Jones bellowed from the house. “I need you in the house now!”

They all jumped and straightened themselves up as best they could. They looked flustered and dishevelled so turned to each other to check they were OK for parental viewing; each had a wry smile. Matt spoke.

“Are you coming over tomorrow?”

“I’ll be over.” Donny replied.

“I won’t be able to until Saturday.” Kay held her head to one side expressing her sorrow. “I’ll look forward to it then though.”

Both boys heads nearly burst.

“Not THAT!” Kay laughed and pushed them both.

Matt whispered conspiratorially to Kay.

“Can you get any mags? There’s more chance you can than us and it wouldn’t look strange if you were caught.”

“What would you like?” She smiled.

“Anything. Underwear, swimwear, bathers, women for us, men for you. “

“Matt did you hear me? What are you doing?”

“We’ll see. Come on you two, get home.”

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Thursday came and Donny arrived at Matt’s house with his bag of ‘homework’. He had concealed a few magazines from more liberal friends at college. He was ushered through to the shed by Mr Jones as Matt was already there alone. Donny crept to the door and peaked through the window. Matt was knelt down by the red settee attending to something on the floor. Donny knew what that was. He stepped back from the door and then banged it loudly. He burst in. Matt was dumbstruck caught red handed with a pile of glossy magazines. Donny laughed as Matt jumped up and started punching him in the arms. Donny fell on the settee as Matt layed into him. Mr Jones hearing the noise shouted from the back step.

“What’s going on.”

But seeing them fighting turned and went back in the house.

“You mad bastard.” Matt said as he punched Donny who laughed hysterically. “I though it was HIM.”

Matt started laughing also and they both fell about.

“You should have seen your face. It was a picture.”

“I was absolutely certain I’d been caught. ” Matt laughed. “He’s have hit the roof.”

“What were you looking at anyway?” Donny enquired.

“Oh just some mens mags but you know how paranoid the parents get. They think if you look at girls you’re one step from being a rapist.”

“Don’t I know it. I’ve been carrying these around like they were dynamite sticks.” Donny opened his shoulder bag and pulled out the magazines he had brought.

“Oh let’s have a look.” Escort Halkalı Matt grabbed the books and began thumbing through them. “Phew nice!”

Matt looked at a model in see-through underwear her long smooth shiny legs stretching out as she lay on a Queen size bed. He started to get aroused. Donny was already fumbling with himself.

“Kay isn’t here tonight is she?” Donny looked up guiltily.

Matt laughed as he saw Donny hard.

“No not tonight.” He groaned as he slid his hand down the front of his training pants and gripped. “No I’m afraid not.”

He looked in the air and closed his eyes squeezed with his hand and felt the thrill. Donny groaned in unison.

“Oh yeh! The luscious Kay.” He smiled at Matt. “Hmmmm if only.”

“Stop it and get back to your mags. ” Matt shouted. “You know she’s not like that.”

“I’m not so sure. There’s latent steaming sexuality there.”

“You wish. Though she was a bit unusual for her last night. More daring. How far do you think she’d go?”

“I don’t know really but she is gorgeous.” Donny pointed to a picture and withdrew his erect penis from his pants and continued pumping. “Just like her.”

Matt got up and pushed a chair to wedge the door and drew the blind.

“We better not get caught like this.” Matt lay on the futon opened a magazine and copied Donny.

Donny looked up from the settee nodded in agreement and returned to his efforts.

“I’ll race you.”

The boys laughed and then seriously got down to business. Donny had started first but Matt quickly caught up and there was only seconds between Donny’s first spunky spurt into a tissue and Matts. They both jerked their hips in unison groaning open mouthed.

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Saturday came and Kay spent the afternoon shopping in town. She had enjoyed the last time in the cabin and was looking forward to this evening. When she arrived back she had a shower and after drying; sprayed herself expansively with her perfume. She decided upon a new set of sheer white underwear. She looked languorously in the mirror, at her long body then stepped into the white brief panties and slid them up her long legs, veiling the black pubic patch. She looked back in the mirror the dark patch lightened but was still noticeable. She picked up the bra and threaded each arm between the elasticated straps, scooped the orbs into the cups and clipped the front catch. Her light brown nipples were visible through the gossamer material. The preparation made her warm in her groin and nervous in the pit of her lightly tanned flat stomach. She finished by wearing a pair of pink jeans, cut-off at the knees and a white blouse which when pressed against her bra, offered the faint hint of her darker nipples. She slipped her red high heels on.

She headed off to Matts house. She tried the gate which was locked so she knocked at the front door and Mrs Jones greeted her.

“Hello Kay. My you look a picture tonight.” Mrs Kay scanned Kay. The white blouse and short jeans with red pumps. Her hair was in a pony tail, revealing the long nape of her neck and she wore diamond studs in her ears.

“Why thank you Mrs Jones. I’ve just finished shopping.” Kay responded. Mr Jones was in the kitchen as Kay passed, with a toss of the head and wiggle of her hips. “Hi Mr Jones.”

He looked up and smiled his eyes following her into the garden. He turned to his wife. “Lovely girl that. A picture.”

“She is indeed.” Responded Mrs Jones.

On a weekend the group would smuggle some cider into the cabin and Kay arrived with a shopping bag containing the contraband. When drinking they always kept an eye toward the house in case they were caught. Mr or Mrs Jones would occasionally come to the cabin, if there was a telephone call or chore needed or it was getting late.

The group often spent the time discussing their futures; Matt was probably going in the army, Donny in the medical profession and Kay was studying a science with a view to lecturing in a university; Or life; How it could be improved or about people at college. Occasionally but increasingly they discussed clothes which invariably led to talk of sex. It was all self-conscious and invariably had some humorous element. Even though they were naïve they would still talk as if they were well versed in the art of sex. At these times they would usually lay on the settee or futon that had furnished the cabin.

Kay poured the cider into three glasses kept for that express purpose, handed them out, then sat on the arm of the settee.

As they talked they would fidget and stretch, secretly squeezing their own organs of pleasure, in their own way and become aroused. Their eyes would flick over each others bodies, capturing a snapshot of moist mouth; a taught ness of muscle; perhaps a nipple or penis erect through a top or shorts; an expression or sigh that teases or excites.

Donny was turned on by Kay’s tight pink jeans that sculpted her vagina perfectly, the seam parting her labia. Kay’s eyes drifted to Matt’s groin and Matt watched as Kay’s darkened nipples pressed against her blouse.

“Are there any certainties at your college?” Asked Matt.

Kay had been with the boys about forty five minutes and the conversation had arrived at the usual subject.

“Why, are you desperate?” She smiled and sipped on her drink.

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In the North East of Scotland, large families were the norm even up into the 1950s.  So, when I attended the local Primary School, there were scores of children of my age there, all shapes, sizes, and temperaments. This meld of kids meant that I didn’t stand out from the crowd despite being a softy. My time at Primary School was therefore quite comfortable and peaceful, but this situation changed when I moved up to the Senior Secondary School. The overriding ethos of the school was that boys had to be hard, competitive, and unemotional; the stiff upper lip and all that rubbish. Anyone differing from the macho norm was a legitimate target for bullying. Sadly, this harassment was not only tolerated in the school but was even encouraged by senior staff, who viewed it as character-building. They often added to the misery by the indiscriminate use of the belt on their weaker charges.Understandably, many kids adopted fake manly personas to escape this bullying, but this of course, just encouraged the boneheads to be harder on the rest of us. I knew that I couldn’t alter my character to satisfy the bullies, so I withdrew completely into myself and tried to become invisible. I became a loner and concentrated on my studies. In time, most of the bullies gave up on me but others, including one particularly nasty teacher, thought that I was disrespecting them and continued to persecute me.Despite all these aggravations and much to the dismay of many in school, my exam grades were good, and I reached the sixth year with most of the qualifications that I needed to go to the University. Since the sixth form was composed exclusively of academically-minded students, I expected that I’d now be out of harm’s way and, by in large, this was the case. Some ongoing-hassle from the younger boys persisted, but the worst appeared to be over.A ball out of left field, in the shape of Jenny Tough, now came into play. Jenny and her gang were fearsome, and they ruled the roost over the girls in school. But this was not enough for Jenny. She dreamed of having boys cow-tow to her as well and who better to pick for her first boy target than the one that her bullying brother had failed to break?On Monday morning, the school secretary Miss Smythe came into our class and handed a note to the teacher.“John Smith, you are to go immediately to see Miss Abernathy.”I was dumbfounded. Why would the Deputy-Headmistress want to see me? As I walked out of the class, I noticed several girls were sniggering and chuckling. Did they know something that I didn’t?The Headmaster was in overall charge of the school, but most of the day to day running was the responsibility of his Deputies; Mr. James oversaw the boys in school, and Miss Abernathy looked after the girls. She was a spinster in her mid-forties and old-school; highly protective of her charges but also very, very strict. She didn’t tolerate any misbehavior or rudeness and had no remorse about active use of the belt to bring miscreants to heel.Pupils were only called to the Headmaster’s or the Deputy’s office if they’d severely broken the rules. I couldn’t think of anything that I’d done recently to merit this request and the fact that I was to see Miss Abernathy rather than Mr. James made it even more mysterious.When we arrived at Miss Abernathy’s office, Miss Smythe knocked gently on the door.“Come in.”I followed Miss Smythe into the office. Miss Abernathy looked up and frowned.“Come here, boy. Stand in front of the desk. Don’t slouch; stand up straight.”As I moved into place, Miss Abernathy’s cold stare gave me the shivers. I couldn’t get out of my mind a story that she detested boys with a vengeance and was soon to find out that this was true.“Now Mr. Smith, you are quite the little pervert, aren’t you?  Not content with flipping my girl’s skirts, you’ve been physically harassing them and copping a feel, as crude parlance puts it.”  My jaw dropped. I was stunned. From where had Miss Abernathy got these fairy stories?“It’s no use feigning innocence, young man. Four girls have made statements, and two boys have confirmed them. The only thing to be decided is your punishment. These infractions are so serious that I should send you straight to the Headmaster, but I won’t do so if you accept to be punished by me.”This offer was highly irregular. If merited, I should have been disciplined at least by Mr. James. I could, therefore, have refused, but I just wanted the nightmare to end with as little repercussion as possible. “I will accept punishment from you for my misbehavior.”“A wise decision young man, but be aware that I won’t hold back. You’re going to get a lesson that you’ll never forget. You’ll never pester my girls again.”I cringed when Miss Abernathy took out a heavy three-tailed Lochgelly Tawse from her desk drawer.“Bend over.”Resigned to my fate, I did so. I rested my chest on the desk and clasped its far Ankara escort edge with my fingers. Miss Smythe then gripped my wrists and held them down while Miss Abernethy moved around behind me. She undid my belt and pulled down my trousers. Ah well, I should’ve expected that. The Deputies were entitled to give the belt on underwear so why would they dilute its effect by allowing any modicum of extra bottom cover. Miss Abernathy hesitated for a few moments. Then, to my horror, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down below my knees.I gasped. “Oh no, please Miss, please Miss, not on the bare.”“It’s the only punishment that fits your offenses. You deserve it. The tariff is ten of the best with extras if you disrupt the proceedings. I can promise you that it’ll be a long time before you forget my belt’s close encounters with your butt.”By now, I was desperately hoping that Miss Abernathy wasn’t as handy with the belt as her reputation suggested. The first strike shattered any illusions. Heat and pain seared into my bum as each of the three tails dug into my buttocks and released their pent-up venom. This agony continued to build and spread throughout my bottom while Miss Abernathy drew back and readied for her second strike. The pain was reaching its peak when the tawse hit home again, further ratcheting up my agony as did strikes three, four and five. Oh, my goodness, Miss Abernathy may be petite, but she was master of this art; after just five hits my ass was ablaze. How could I deal with another five?  “Please Miss, stop, I can’t take any more.”Miss Abernathy was unrelenting despite these plaintive pleas. “Be quiet, you deserve the full quota, and that’s what you’re going to get. You’ve also earned two extras for whining.”I’m sure that Miss Abernethy put an extra effort into the remaining strikes because those malevolent tails drove me over the edge. I broke down to a gibbering, sobbing wreck.As I lay there on the desk, I heard a very croaky voice. “This part is over. You did well. Lay there for a while and recover.”Through my tears, I saw Miss Abernathy stagger over to her chair and slump into it. She was very flustered and breathing erratically. My immediate thought was that she was exhausted from her efforts, but then I noticed that Miss Smythe was similarly afflicted. Their reactions weren’t due to exhaustion. The earth had just moved for both ladies. One thing was sure; I wasn’t the only one that needed to regain composure. I stayed in position for some time, still struggling with the repeating waves of pain coursing from my glowing bottom. Every waft of cold air was absolute bliss. I was focussed on the wildly varying sensations in my butt when Miss Abernathy spoke.“Now Mr. Smith, I’m sure you’ll not forget that part of your punishment in a hurry. Get to your feet and make yourself decent.” As I was gingerly trying to get my drawers and trousers up in place, it dawned on me that Miss Abernathy had said “…that part of your punishment.” Was this not enough? What other agonies did she want to inflict on me?Seeing the realization on my face, Miss Abernathy said, “I want to be sure that you’ll never annoy my girls again, so I’ve arranged something special to reinforce the message. You will go to Miss Smythe’s office and recover until lunchtime. She will then take you to the School Nurse, whose instructions you will follow to the letter.”Like a sheep, I followed Miss Smythe to her office, sat down and bided my time. Those plastic chairs were not built for comfort, especially when supporting a newly thrashed behind. I could see Miss Smythe chuckling at my discomfort.Later Miss Smythe took me through to Mrs. Jones, the School Nurse.    “Now Mr. Smith, I’m told that you’ve had an interesting morning. I must check that you are okay. Go behind the screen and strip off.”I did so and reappeared wearing only my underpants.“No, no. Take your drawers off as well. I am doing a full examination. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before.”I wasn’t so sure that Miss Smythe was so experienced but thought ‘what the hell’ and took off my undies.Mrs. Jones didn’t react, but Miss Smythe went bright red at my nudity.“Now, get onto the trolley and lay face down on it.”As soon as I did this, Mrs. Jones began examining my bottom.“Oh my, Miss Abernathy must’ve been particularly upset with you.”“Yes, I’ll not forget the message anytime soon.” Mrs. Jones then began to rub lotion onto the tenderized cheeks. These actions were soothing and drew out much of the remaining heat from my ass. I was enjoying this blissful massage and not paying much attention to anything else when Mrs. Jones slipped her hand under me, grasped my cock and fed it into an elasticated sheath that she had in her other hand. She then passed a garment linked to the sheath underneath me, clicked shut the two Balgat escort bayan halves of its waistband and pulled the sheath up between my legs before locking it in place with two straps that went over my buttocks and clipped onto the waistband.“What’s going on? What are you doing to me?”“Well, if you’re to be a girl, we can’t have unsightly boy bulges showing themselves, can we? Now, sit up on the edge of the trolley.”Mrs. Jones held a hand mirror in front of me. What the hell? My boy bits were gone, replaced by a triangle of short brown hair. Instead, almost concealed amongst fuzz there now was a distinct and lipped gash in my crotch. I’d no idea what this new area was but did sense that it lay over the pee hole of my now trapped willy.    “That’s much better. A nice girly mound in place of those ugly boy parts,” said Miss Smythe.I went berserk and started shouting. “Stop this. Enough is enough. What is going on? Why are you doing this to me?”“Well, if you’re to be a schoolgirl for this week everything has to be tickety-boo. You’ll have to dress, act and behave like a girl. This transformation is the first step. You now have the outline of a pussy and will have to pee sitting down.”  “Are you mad? No way am I going to be a girl, not in a million years.”“Of course, you are. You agreed to be disciplined by Miss Abernathy. The second part of her sentence is for you to have actual experience of the perils of girlhood.”“But I never expected this.”“Did you ask what was the full punishment?”“No, I accepted my fate and assumed that a belting was to be it.”“Well, now you know it wasn’t. I’m sure you’ll be more careful about what you agree to in the future.”There was no point in arguing. I’d fallen into a trap and just had to accept it.“Okay do your worst.”   “Right, now put these on.”I looked down to find Mrs. Jones holding up a pair of shocking pink panties. I slipped my feet into them, and she gently pulled them up around my still tender bottom. They were a delight, so smooth and soft and figure hugging. Next, Mrs. Jones fitted a bra with inbuilt breast forms on me. The boobs were huge, very heavy, and made me feel unsteady.“Stop whining. The breasts are a normal size for a girl of your age. Buck up and get used to them.”I stood up and looked at myself in a full-length mirror. I found my appearance unsettling. I should’ve been angry at being forced to wear a bra and panties, but to my amazement, I wasn’t. Indeed, I was at ease in them. The undies looked good and felt nice. I was at one with them. Why on earth was I reacting this way? I was a sensitive boy, not a girl, so I should only like boy’s wear.  I didn’t have time to linger over this dilemma. Mrs. Jones was on a mission and soon had me dressed as a schoolgirl; camisole, white blouse, half-slip, and a navy knee length pleated skirt, all finished off with white socks and Mary Jane shoes. Once she fitted me with a medium length wig, I could at a distance have passed muster as a schoolgirl, but anyone close at hand would still instantly recognize me as a boy in a skirt. But, of course, that was deliberate and a part of my punishment.My head was now in a spin with contradictory thoughts. I was terrified to be dressed as a girl but, as before, remarkably comfortable in this girl’s outfit. Physically I was a boy, albeit a sissy, but now in this cocoon of femininity I felt giddy and dare I say it, girly. What was happening to me?I couldn’t help feeling exposed. I’d revealed more when I was in short trousers, but then my down-there essentials were encased in at least two layers of robust material. Now, there was only a wafer-thin piece of cloth between my privates and the outside world. Yes, I had a slip and skirt but, unlike even the youngest of girls, I did not know how reliable they were or how to control them to keep my lower regions concealed. The variable breeze from a fan in the room which ruffled my slip and skirt and threatened to lift them didn’t help to quell my discomfort.“Now Joan, you look perfect, be a good girl and go with Miss Smythe.”Miss Smythe took me by the hand and led me along the main corridor to the boy-free sanctuary that was the girl’s cloakroom. I blushed as the few girls that were in there looked at me in stunned silence.“This is Joan Smith; she will be with us for the rest of the week. Please take care of her.”The jungle telegraph did its magic, and soon I was surrounded by hundreds of girls all wanting to get a glimpse of the boy dressed as a girl. Prominent amongst them was Jenny Tough, who was grinning as she prodded me and patted my still tender bum. “I look forward to seeing you later. We’re going to have a lot of fun.”Miss Smythe took control and led me further into the cloakroom towards the loos.“You’re going to have a very stressful afternoon. I think it would be wise to go before you start your classes. Escort Batıkent You don’t want to risk having an accident.”She opened the door of a cubicle and ushered me in. “I’ll stand guard to be sure you’re not disturbed.”I was very nervous. I knew that I had to sit to pee but was now scared that my fittings wouldn’t do their job and I’d wet myself. Imagine the glee that would cause. I needn’t have worried. Soon, I was seated with my knickers at my knees and liquid tinkling from between my legs into the pan. This flow suddenly stopped when a cacophony of noise built up outside the cubicle door. Were the girls waiting for me? Could they see me? All irrational thoughts of course but I was hardly in a normal situation. I relaxed and finished off once it dawned on me that I wasn’t their primary interest. They were dealing with the same urgent needs as me, before going to their classes. As the noise declined, I relaxed, dried myself, pulled up my knickers and tidied down my slip and skirt. As I came out of the cubicle, the school bell rang. I washed and dried my hands, and then Miss Smythe took me along to my class and introduced me to the teacher.“This is Miss Smith. She will be joining us for the rest of the week.”The whole class erupted in laughter, and it took the teacher quite some time to regain control. He lost it again as I was walking to my seat. “No, no, Miss Smith you sit over on the right with the rest of the girls.” So, with laughter ringing in my ears, I had to walk back to the only free seat in the front row of the girl’s section. I sat down beside Beth and Mandy who were struggling hard not laugh at my predicament. The lesson went along okay, except for a breakout of chuckling each time the teacher asked Miss Smith to answer a question. One odd thing that I noticed that afternoon was that boys called out to write on the blackboard seemed quite distracted and unable to do their tasks properly.The time that I was dreading, the afternoon break soon arrived. I tried to follow Beth and Mandy out of class but was immediately pounced upon by Jenny and her gang. They dragged me out into the girl’s playground and passed me around the groups of girls that were out there. I will not detail what happened. Suffice it to say that every indignity suffered by girls at the hands of insensitive boys were inflicted on me many times over. I was a disheveled mess by the end of the break and only with the help of Beth and Mandy was I able to tidy and compose myself enough to continue in class. Without any doubt, I now appreciated just how frightening and demeaning boy pranks were for girls.The remainder of the afternoon passed quietly. I went to Mrs. Jones room and changed back into my boy clothes after she checked that I hadn’t picked up any severe bruises or scratches from the melee in the afternoon. Many robust comments were made to me by boys in the playground as I headed off home.Mum noticed that I was inordinately quiet that evening. “You look pale. Are you ill?”My bottom certainly didn’t feel pale, but I just said, “I had a hectic day at school. I think that I’ll have an early night.”At first, I tossed and turned as I mulled over all the extraordinary events of the day but eventually, fatigue took over, and I slept right through to morning. Mum was surprised but pleased that I got up, dressed, had breakfast and left for school without any hassle from her. I headed off early because I didn’t want to risk punishment for lateness.I went to Mrs. Jones room, and like the previous day, she helped me change into the school uniform. Strangely, I felt less at ease in the outfit than on the day before. Probably a result of my playground traumas. I steeled myself and headed along the corridor to class. Inevitably, my ears rang to a barrage of crude comments. “You can’t avoid us forever. We’re going to sort you out for good sissy boy.”Morning classes went fine but then came break time when I was pounced on again by Jenny and the gang. “We have a special surprise for you. Something to put you in your proper place.”I was dragged to the far end of the cloakroom, bent over a bench and my hands tied to a hook. I saw that two hairbrushes and two plimsolls were laying nearby. Jenny flipped my skirt up, and then spanked each cheek hard three times with her hand. She was fit and didn’t hold back; it hurt even with pantie protection. She followed this with three hard swats with a hairbrush and three breath-taking strikes with a plimsoll. When the gym shoe struck home for the final time, it may as well have been on the bare. My rear was hot and sore.I could hardly believe my ears when I then heard Jenny say to her gang, “I promised you a treat, she’s all yours, one cheek each.”One girl stood to the left and one to the right and in synchrony proceeded to smack each cheek six times. They then slapped each buttock three times with a hairbrush and then a gym shoe. There were four girls in the gang, so the math is quite simple. The hits were nowhere near as hard as by Miss Abernathy the day before, but they were unremitting and on both cheeks simultaneously. So, I was racked with pain and howling by the time the gang finished their fun.

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I entered the store as soon as it opened. I knew entering this early helped to ensure I would be the only customer so I could try on the boot cut jeans I wanted to buy. I said hello to the saleswoman and quickly wandered over to the jeans section but as I did I noticed a rack of new dresses. The one that stopped me dead in my tracks was a simple sleeveless sheath, but I loved the simple color pattern and I could tell the shape of the dress would hug my body. The saleswoman approached me before I could move on to the jeans. “Hi, Looking for anything special today? I had already made up my mind I was going to be honest. “I want to buy a pair of boot cut jeans, but I don’t know what size I wear.” “I am guessing about a size four long would be good. Let me grab a couple of sizes for you and then I will start a dressing room.” I was elated. “Sure. That would be great.” Before she went to get the jeans she stepped over to the dress. She tilted her head to catch my eyes and said, “I will get the jeans but I see you have your eye on this dress. Let me grab that for you too.” I knew I should have said no but I couldn’t, so instead I managed to say, “Okay.” Before she could take the dress off the rack a woman entered the store. The saleswoman said, “Let me wait on this woman first. Look around and see if you want to try anything else.” I agreed and hoped the woman who had just walked in was just taking a quick browse and not doing any serious shopping. I looked around the store and took a pair of yellow ankle pairs and a black sweater in my arms. I watched the woman saunter around the store. A minute later she had grabbed a black blazer and was trying it on in the outer dressing area. She seemed happy with the blazer and then walked around the store looking for something to pair wear with it. I thought she was ready to purchase the jacket so I grabbed the dress and slowly walked back to the dressing area. I planned on going in the dressing room as soon as the saleswoman rang up the woman’s purchase. As I walked near the back of the store I overheard the woman asking the saleswoman for suggestions on what too wear with he blazer. Shit. Now it seemed like she wasn’t leaving anytime soon. So I walked around carrying the dress and other items. As the woman searched for something to wear with the blazer, our paths crossed a couple of times. I tried to send a mental suggestion for her to leave the store. While the woman was across the opposite side of the store from me the saleswoman came up to me and took Escort ankara the clothes I was carrying. She told me she would put them in the first room on the right for me. I didn’t think the customer heard her say this but I was getting to the point where I didn’t care. The customer was a petite woman in her mid forties dressed stylishly in jeans and tall wedge shoes. I got the impression she was fairly well off and had too much money to spend and nothing better to do than spend the day shopping. I began to wonder if she would ever leave the store. Just as I finished that thought the woman abruptly decided she was through browsing, and she paid for the blazer and left. I wasted no time popping into the dressing room. As I walked into the dressing room I heard the saleswoman say, “Let me know if you need any help or a different size.” The saleswoman could not have been more polite and I could tell she had no problem with me trying on anything I desired. I pulled on the jeans over my shaper and loved the way they hugged my round ass. I could not help I was born with a female shaped rear. The black platform pumps I had brought with me elongated my legs and pushed up my ass further. As I peeled the jeans off I knew I was buying them. Now at this point I could ignored the dress but as it hung in front of me I knew I had to see how it looked on me. I put on my log wig and big secretary glasses for full effect. I slipped on a bra I had brought and stepped into the dress. As I slid it over my ass it felt a little tight around my hips and I worried I was trying to cram into a size that was too small. I had purchased another dress in a size six from this company before so I assumed I could wear the same size in this one too. I slipped my arms in the sleeveless holes and knew it was going to a tight but good fit. I got the zipper up most of the way but there was no way I was going to get it all the way up myself. I should have realized then that if I needed help getting in it then I would also need help getting it unzipped. I assumed no one else was in the store so I stepped out and asked for some assistance. I was greeted with, “Wow. I have seen a few women try this dress on but you it definitely looks best on you.” I smiled and thanked her. I then turned around and asked if she could help me zip it up. “I wondered when you were going to ask. No one has been able to wear this without help.” She zipped me up and I thanked her. “Thank you…” “Liza. My name is Liza.” Balgat escort “Thanks, Liza.” I was now being bold and I stepped over the three-way mirror in the outer dressing area. If there was anyone else in the store they would have be able to see me but I didn’t care. It was then I saw the woman who had just purchased the blazer step out of another dressing room and into the common outer area. I froze. Then I heard the woman say, “I knew that dress would look good on you.” I turned to face her and she smiled. “You need a blazer like I just bought to go with it.” I then watched the woman walk over to the area where she had found her blazer. She started riffling through the rack. Was this woman finding a blazer for me? I was snapped out of that thought by Liza’s return. Liza walked over to me and handed me a pair a black pumps. They had about a four-inch heel but no platform. They were black leather and matched the dress better than the pumps now encasing my feet. “Try these on. You look awesome but you need the full effect.” I slipped the pumps on and took another look in the mirror. Even without makeup I looked pretty hot. The dress fit me perfectly. “You have to buy that.” “It’s going to be hard not to.” I pulled my hair back and asked Liza to unzip me. “No.” I turned to face Liza. “I want to see you in it a little longer. Let me get you some accessories.” “That’s not necessary.” “Well you are not going to get out of that without my help… unless you want to rip a two hundred dollar dress and pay for it.” Before I could say anything else the woman customer gave me a blazer to try on. “Here. Try this on. It will look great and you might want to cover your arms up. It’s still a little chilly outside.” Was she implying I was going to be wearing the dress outside today? I thanked her but instead of trying the blazer on I asked if she could help unzip me. I was getting more than a little nervous standing in the open dressing area. The woman insisted I try on the blazer first.  Both women now stood next to me. They knew they had me in a predicament and my only option was to listen to them. I could not get out of the dress without their help. I contemplated tearing it so I could get it off. I walked back to my dressing room to think about my options. When I entered the room I saw my clothes were gone. Liza entered carrying some accessories. She smiled slyly as she looked me in the eye and told me to try on the necklace, earrings, rings and bracelets she held Batıkent escort bayan in her hands. “Try these on, dear. I want to go for the full effect.” I had no choice. The jewelry was beautiful and complemented the dress well. I stepped out looking for Liza’s approval. “Awesome.” Liza then handed me the very femininely cut black blazer. “Try this.” The blazer fit perfectly. It accentuated my curves and matched the dress perfectly. I did not know what to say or do. The woman customer spoke up. “That looks beautiful.” She handed me a small black bag that had been paired with the dress on the display rack. “Take this and we should be good to go.” “Excuse me?” “I am going to take you to get your nails done.” I was speechless for a moment. The woman continued explaining her plans for me. “I am taking you to the salon. Liza will ring up your purchases.” “I can’t do that.” “You don’t have much of a choice.” She held up a bag that contained my male clothes. “Even if you do get out of the dress you have nothing else to wear.” The woman stepped over to me and took my arm. She thanked Liza for her help. “Thanks, Liza. I think this will work out great.” Liza said, “You are welcome, Carol. Just make sure she comes back after you are through. I want to see her with makeup, and she needs to pay for her clothes.” My last resort was to admit I did not have enough money to pay for the clothes. Liza said, “Maybe you can make some money with Carol. If not, you will have to work for me to pay them off. I could use some help here today.” Carol said, “I will have her back for you later.” She then took my arm and started to lead me out of the dressing area. “We need to hurry or you will be late for your appointments.” Liza quickly cut the tags off the dress and jacket and told me she would see me later. I was in a slight state of panic, but Carol told me to relax and everything would be fine. Before I fully realized it I was walking to the front of the store and out the door with her! Carol explained that I needed to go to the salon two doors down. I hesitated and Carol told me not to dawdle. She took me by my arm and led me down the walkway to the salon. The sound of my heels clicking on the walk was both arousing and terrifying. The sound of each step seemed to echo loudly screaming out an invite to all to look at the dude in the dress! I made my way to the salon and entered with trepidation. A receptionist greeted me and guessed that I must be Carol’s friend. After an affirmative nod of my head the receptionist welcomed me and asked me to step back into the salon. She quickly let me know my appointments were set and as a reminder she went through the list. “We are doing your nails first then hair, facial, and makeup.” She then led me to a pedicure station and told me to have a seat and relax.

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Somewhere downtown, in a tall building decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a woman sitting at a desk. She waits for him.Her foot taps under the desk, matching the ticking of the clock as her impatience grows. She gave him specific instructions to be here by 5:30 PM. It’s now 5:45 PM. As her impatience grows, so does the wetness between her thighs. She’s excited to hear what kind of excuses he’s going to throw at her for being so late. More so, she’s excited about what kind of punishments she can come up with for his insubordination.Sitting at her desk, she adjusts her blouse. He Ankara escort loves her done up in a button-down top, though he knows what a struggle it can be to keep her 42DD breasts from popping the top buttons. Her knee-length black pencil skirt hugs her hips as she adjusts her stockings beneath. As the elevator dings, she runs her hands through her long, blonde tresses as he heads towards her door.“Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late. I hit traffic on my way here and it was just a shitsh—”“Stop. I don’t care about your excuses,” she interrupts. “You were told to be Ankara escort bayan here at a specific time, and you failed. I don’t want to hear about how you failed. I want to hear about how you’re going to make it up to me.”“But… I… There was –,” he stops, knowing there is no use. He takes his place on his knees in front of her and looks up. “What can I do to make it up to you, my goddess?”She grins. Something about seeing him on his knees really got her blood flowing. She loved torturing him. Deep down, she knows he’s a good boy. Honestly, she knows Escort Ankara that today is not his fault. But she lives for making this man beg. Clearing off a spot on her messy desk, she sits on the edge. She instructs him to strip, leaving him down to nothing in a room surrounded by windows. His cock twitches.“Knees,” she commands. He drops enthusiastically to his rightful place at her feet. She runs her fingers through his hair. Bringing her hand to his chin, she makes him look up at her face.“You, my love, can be a very good boy. Today was not a very good example of that. I want you to show me what a really good boy you can be. I want you to take everything I give to you. When you’ve almost had enough, I want you to say ‘thank you, more please’. Your limits are being kept in mind, I will not cross them. But I need you to prepare to be used. Mercilessly. Can you agree to this?”

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