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1968

The first time I touched Pat’s nipples was the most erotic experience I have ever had in my life. No contest.

We were in the ridiculously small back seat of my parents’ 1968 two door yellow Cougar at two o’clock in the morning, parked on some side street in town. I had on a rented tuxedo and she was in a sleeveless floral gown, wearing a panty girdle with garters and stockings.

We were out all night after her senior prom. Even though we were 18 and graduated (with honors!) from high school, her father had forced us to go to and we left after half an hour. It was the sixties and I thought we were too cool for a prom. For mine we’d gone to the city with a friend to see the concert film of Cream’s final concert. We were sophisticated.

So sophisticated that if her father was going to force us to go to a prom because that’s what normal kids did, we were sure going to do what normal kids did and stay out all night. And since we didn’t drink and we didn’t smoke and we didn’t do hallucinogens we were going to make out. All night.

The thing is we’d been making out since we started dating in December, but nothing else. Just making out. I don’t really know why, but that’s the way it was. And somehow we knew that prom night we’d go further.

So we found a dark spot where we hoped no police cars would come by, parked, crawled back in the cramped seats and went at it.

Pat was a great kisser, with big lips and a thick tongue that had a great time with my tongue. Since it was prom night we wasted no time and soon my hand was going up her dress for the first time. But, honestly, it was no fun because she was wearing that panty girdle. Part of it was that Pat was slightly zaftig, but it was the times, and girls who were a little round and wanted to be women wore girdles and stockings. The times were going to change fast, in months really, but right then that girdle dampened the moment.

So, I moved up. My hand was all over the outside of her dress, touching the bumps that her bra made, feeling them. All the time kissing, tonguing, pushing our mouths together so hard that our teeth cut us. I started to unzip the back of her gown.

To this day I have no idea whether Pat had been felt up before, no idea. She probably had. I had touched my last girlfriend’s breasts after all, and fingered her too. Pat let me unzip her all the way and she slipped her arms out and let me dress front fall. I was hard, not that that was part of the game. The streetlight let me see her bare arms and thick, white, lace bra, her pretty flushed face and her twinkly eyes. We went back to kissing and I fondled her bra.

Soon I couldn’t take it, and I don’t think she could either. I reached around and started to unhook her. I needed two hands then. I fumbled around and, pop, it snapped open. The bra hung on her shoulders, and we kissed some more. We were probably scared. I don’t know what it was. I had touched breasts before, she’d probably been touched. But we kissed.

My hand started. Her breasts were small, but right at that moment the roundness I felt was perfect. So I touched it all around the bottom, where it met her chest. My fingers sensed all around her perfect form avoiding the center, almost weighing her bosom. I didn’t look at them that night, just felt.

A??nd then, god, her nipple. Hard and little, right in the middle of the roundness, the perfect feeling. I died and went to heaven.

…..

I met Pat (or Patricia, she didn’t really care) briefly when my band played her high school. She was a friend of the drummer’s, from church of all places, the same church I sporadically attended. I barely remembered her from that night because I thought every girl at this high school was beautiful. I have no idea if they really were, but that night, it seemed like it.

But six months later, on an unbelievably hot summer night at my high school, my band was playing its last gig ever, a battle of the bands. We played shitty, we lost, I was pissed we were over, and I’d gotten a piece of glass lodged in my bare foot. I was not a happy guy while were tearing down.

And there she was. Smiling with a big, round, pretty face. With rosy round cheeks, dark hair, and pretty eyes. She was wearing a green, sleeveless dress. All I remember is her standing there smiling, like she was waiting for me. We talked.

Three or four months later we had our first date, at the end of December 1968, and we became girlfriend and boyfriend.

It was a grand time. For us, for life. We were in love, we had friends, the world was exploding. We’d lie and tell our parents we were taking the train to the city and drive in instead. We got free tickets to the Fillmore East from my friend Michael’s father and see three amazing bands every single week. We’d hang, we’d kiss. It was only ruined when her parents would try to get her to break up with me. But we ignored them. My parents liked her, liked that I liked her so much.

We graduated high school, I went to Europe for the summer with my family, so we missed Woodstock Temelli Escort and the Blind Faith concert. We went to college. Me to Columbia, Pat to Skidmore, upstate a few hours.

We were in love.

…..

We were both virgins. We were in love. Which is probably why it was so disconcerting that the first thing Pat saw after we did it was a giant sign painted on a building:??”The wages of sin is death.”

After almost a year of making outside, nipple touching, and blue balls we had decided our time had come. It probably helped that Pat’s three roommates seemed to spend all their free time talking about sex. They talked about who did it, how they did it, when they did it, where they did it.

Pat and I were going to do it the Friday after Thanksgiving. In my dorm room.

We were kind of quiet for the hour it took to drive into the city. And kind of giddy. Quietly giddy. We got to my room. We kissed. I took off her blouse and bra. She took off my shirt. We made out half naked for a while, as naked as we’d ever gotten, before we got the nerve to start pulling our pants off. Neither of us knew where to look, and we tried not to stare, but it was pretty difficult not to when I rolled on the condom I’d gotten at my parents’ drug store.

She lay down on my single bed and I got on top and started shoving. We didn’t know that I should rub her vagina to get her wet first, but it didn’t really matter. She was soaked and I was stiff, so I slipped right in. She grunted. I slowly starting pushing and she kind of moved around.

We were fucking.

“Stop.” ??What? What had I done wrong???

“Stop. I want to feel you. Don’t move.” I stopped. She took a deep breath, she moaned. “It’s feels amazing, right?” Oh yeah. “OK.”

We were fucking again.

I started pushing in and out fast. For some reason, my cock had never ejaculated during our make-out sessions, but Pat had been getting me worked up and hot for months, so it was no surprise what my breathing was like when I was aroused. She held on tight.

I came.

“How was it? Did it feel funny in the Trojan?”

I was rolling off while I answered “Amazing” and “No” but she held me in.

“I want to feel it.”

My penis was shriveling but she clutched to my back. We were kissing, talking, laughing, kissing, “Iloveyou,” giggling. I was hard. Again.

We fucked again. I came. Again. And I’ve never come twice like that again in my life.

…..

While we walked off our exhilaration around my city neighborhood we saw the sign and Pat gasped.

The wages of sin is death

But the Gift of God is

Eternal Life

In Christ Jesus Our Lord?

Somebody had painted this famous biblical reminder on the side of a building at 111th and Broadway. Pat gasped because she had a religious streak in her. And her pussy was aching from the new penetration, so she thought maybe we’d done it wrong or that maybe it was her retribution for doing wrong. And I had just convinced her that no wrong had been committed, just a right. A loving, sexy, horny right. It was the sixties, after all.

It took the whole drive home, and a little nipple massaging, for her to forget the sign.

And I saw it almost every day for the next 23 years I lived on that block.

…..

There were a lot of things I liked about Pat.??he was pretty. And there was always a twinkle in her eyes and her smile. You never knew whether she was just plain happy or whether she was up something naughty.

She was smart. Thirty some years later I look back and seem to have ultimately always been attracted to the smart girls. Kate Jackson always seemed prettier to me than Jaclyn Smith or Farrah Fawcett. But Patricia could and would talk about anything with anybody.

She was her own person. It was the sixties and all the girls were becoming women, dumping the girly things for serious things. The first thing were the hairdo’s, next the bras, next the dresses. But Pat told me she didn’t wear pants to school, no matter what everyone else was doing. And even though I liked what everyone else was doing, I told my mother that this girl was special. She just wasn’t going to wear jeans.

She was into art and music. She wanted to be an artist, then a photographer. She was up for any concert I wanted to go to, and I wanted to go to them all. Eventually, I think we did.

She had those nipples.

There were a lot of things I liked about Pat that made me love her.

…..

Pat and I fucked like bunnies every time we were together for the next five years. We saw each other at least once a month and we’d jump into bed before we did anything else. She’d come home for holidays and we’d find a place to park a car and find a way to maneuver my penis into her vagina.

We had a wonderful time together. We discovered life, love, art, literature, music, movies. And sex. Every kind of sex I hadn’t yet imagined, we discovered together.

…..

There were only two bad parts the Temelli Escort Bayan whole five years.

One, her parents really hated me and constantly tried to break us up. They thought I came from the poor side of the tracks and they didn’t like that my mother was foreign (her mother was in denial about being Italian.)

And two, every single month until she went on the pill (and even then sometimes) she thought she was pregnant.

But those two things didn’t stop us.

…..

I was really skinny. Not attractive. Like 98 pound weakling skinny, with my ribs showing all the time. With longish hair. And I always dressed in a work shirt and jeans (it was almost the 70’s.) It never seemed to bother Pat. She was tall, five foot nine, with a pretty face and permanently reddened cheeks, beautiful large eyes that matched her open smile. I was a lucky guy. ?

Her figure wasn’t really too great. Tiny breasts on a big frame, a thick waist, not really big hips, and round, protruding ass cheeks. Her legs were muscled, a little stumpy, and not too short or too tall. But I didn’t care. I was a lucky boy with a girl who liked me, loved me, and wanted to fuck me every way we could figure it out.

…..?

We both knew that guys ejaculated. Who didn’t? She loved watching me come and when I wasn’t coming inside her she wanted to watch me jerking off and she wanted to learn to do it to me. She always screamed when the goo got on her hands. Happily. She screamed happily. And she loved with when I pulled out and came all over her stomach. Soon she wanted me to spray her breasts, since they were too small for me to fuck. We know. We tried.

One day she told me about some of her sex reading from a book one of her roommates had. At the time most of the books on the subject, at the least the ones we’d seen, were very clinical and described things in almost medical terms. From what we could make out in this one book, it seemed like it was saying that women might have orgasms too. Amazing.

Next time we were in my room we took our clothes off and started playing around. The book had specified a technique, so as we were getting hot and bothered Pat climbed on top of me.

“Raise your knee.” And she straddled my leg, somehow. And began to dry hump my leg. Not dry, exactly, but you get the picture. We had absolutely no idea what we were doing, no idea what was supposed to happen. But we kissed, she humped, my hard-on bouncing. I kept encouraging, she kept humping. Maybe I rubbed her nipples.

Nothing.

So she mounted my penis and we fucked a while. Before I could come she jumped off and started up on my leg again, leaving a wet trail.

The humping went on for a half an hour before she exploded. She came, for the first time. All over my leg. She fucked me fast and I came inside her. She loved it. Me too. She cried. Happily.

And it was just a moment before we discovered that my finger could make her come. And what cunnilingus was. My face was never dry again while we figured out that I could crawl between her legs, I could lick her from behind when she was on her knees, she could sit on my face and open up her lips. She never came just from a straight screw, but we didn’t really care.

Girls could come too!

?…………………………………………………………………………

It seemed to me that she and her friends talked about sex endlessly. Because other than what I read for myself, all our new sex information came from these conversations. Positions, techniques, diseases, they discussed it all. It only surprised me because the conventional wisdom was that guys always talked about sex. Not my friends. Other than a few times here and there, we were too embarrassed.

One piece of female intelligence from the front has stayed with me for years. Pat’s roommate was a pretty redhead from private school who loved taking it up the ass. It seemed that the private school girls were the most sexually experienced since they were the least supervised. So they got felt up, pussy licked, and worshipped penises on their knees. But what they were the most experienced at was anal sex because it was the most reliable birth control that allowed for actual intercourse.

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Our favorite position was missionary. She liked the pressure on top of her chest. I liked being able to pump like crazy. When we didn’t have a rubber we both enjoyed my pulling out and creaming between our bodies. It was fun finding different ways to put her legs. Knees up, or feet up in the air, or her angles locked around mine, or up on my shoulders.

But we tried every other position we could. We looked in books, asked friends, and tried to invent our own.

We liked it doggy style, with her on all fours, and me holding her hips. I liked watching my cock slip in and out of her this way.

When she was on top I couldn’t really master the upward thrusts. But I Escort Temelli adored watching her teeny breasts bounce when she was sitting up. And she wanted me to pinch and pull and bite and tweak her nipples while she was riding. And she liked peeking between her legs to watch the tip of my penis as it came out. And went in.

It never really worked with her on top, facing away from me. I liked watching her ass, but it wasn’t too comfortable. Sideways, lying down, face to face wasn’t too good either. But we could both get into sideways, lying down, me entering from behind. I could pinch her nipples, rub her clit, bump her rear, and we could both come at the same time.

In a car’s backseat she’d wear a skirt. We’d scootch her panties off, unzip my fly and she’d have her ass facing me when she sat on my erection.

I fucked her standing up against a wall.

We did it sitting in a chair. And sitting up in bed.

I stood and she jumped up on my hard-on while I held her ass and she pushed up and down.

On her knees over the edge of the bed. And over the back of a couch.

I’m trying to think of a position we didn’t do.

…..

We weren’t always naked when we fucked. Given all the places we had to grab the moment, we couldn’t be. Sometimes I’d just lift her dress and pull her underpants down, undo my fly and plow in. That was hot, especially if she was bent over, her ass sticking out, her panties at her ankles, her arms againt the wall. Or she’d pull one pantleg off and I’d sneak it in. One time we were in a van in the middle of winter. She was wearing a raccoon coat and I had on a ski jacket. Somehow we had intercourse.

It got to the point where I couldn’t figure out what was better. Undressed was sumptuous, intimate, hedonistic. Dressed was illicit, hot, hedonistic. I guess it worked any way I could put it in.

…..

Bras seemed to disappear during the summer of 1969 at the same time as boys’ short hair. In June girls had two unmoving round lumps on their chests, and in September they jiggled around in peasant blouses with little bumps sticking out. Guys couldn’t believe it and walked around with more woodies than usual.

Patricia always wore a bra. Little breasts notwithstanding, her bra was on. I wanted her to be braless. I wanted to see her hard nipples under her shirts in public. And there was absolutely no way Pat was showing those nubs to anyone but me or the girls in the locker room.

Eventually she changed from the hard white bullet bras to the new style “braless bra” with shear material and no seams or lace that the manufacturers came up with for women like Pat. So there’d be a hint of nipple every once in a while.

I could dream.

…..

I’m not sure how long it took for us to stumble upon blow jobs. But I know the first time was in my car one night. Her parents’ house was down an affluent stretch of land, miles from anywhere, the last house on a cul de sac in the woods, facing the Long Island Sound. We were parked a ways up from her driveway when we decided to try. She took out my dick. And looked at it. We both looked at it. She looked at me. And she bent her head down and put her tongue on the tip of my penis’ head.

And I came all over her mouth.

She choked a little, sat up grinning and giggling, scooped a little in her mouth, and Patricia kissed me the deepest, wettest, tongue kiss she’d ever given me. ?

…..

Patricia would sneak up behind me when I was pissing. She’d reach around and hold my cock and shoot the pee in any direction she chose. She wanted to watch me piss outside against a tree. She wanted to lick me afterwards. I liked to watch her pull her panties down and squat next to the tree and let it rip. I licked her afterwards. ?

…..

We were home on school break and went to see the Rolling Stones in “Gimme Shelter.” But on our way we decided the theatre in Hicksville was too far away.

During a winter break my dad had been looking at the movie ads in the paper with me and pointed out that the Walt Whitman Mall had just broken a record by playing a picture for eleven weeks. I ignored him the way a twenty year old always ignores his father. On our way to see the Rolling Stones in “Gimme Shelter” we decided Hicksville was too far away and we detoured to the mall.

No wonder it had broken records. The porn chic of the 70’s had finally reached the suburbs with “The Stewardesses,” in 3-D no less. Pat and I looked at each other and, neither of us having ever seen a “stag” film before, went in.

“What if we know someone?” she asked as we gave the tickets and received our cardboard, red and blue, 3D glasses. I was a guy, wanted to see some on-screen, naked women, real sex, and I didn’t really care.

“We won’t.” “But what if?” “We won’t.”

The theatre was packed. I mean, full. We got the last two seats, in the middle of the second row. And I should tell you that as harrowing as any movie can be from that close, try a fuck film in three dimensions where the shots are set up for maximum effect (or maybe, affect). It’s almost dangerous to have a women facing you with huge, hanging gazongas, her holes being pounded like crazy from behind. In 3-D those hooters are flying over your head and you feel like if one of them wacks you, your skull will separate from your spine.

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Günes yagini açtim ve zaten sertlesmis olan sol gögsümün üstüne damlatmaya basladim, yag gögsümün basina dogru sizarken oda beni seyrediyordu. Ardindan gögsüme uzanarak hafif sikistirmalar ile beraber gögüs ucumu yag ile ovmaya basladi. Bir süre gözlerimi kapayarak parmaklariyla yaptigi oksamalari hissettim. “Eger sakincasi yoksa daha fazla yag sürmek isterim sana, aminin yag ile görüntüsünü hayal edebiliyorum” dedi. Gözlerimi açtigimda gözleri ile bana bakarak cevabimi bekliyordu. Tekrar gözlerimi istemeyerek de olsa kapattim ve düsünmeye koyuldum “acaba 15 dakika sonraki düsüncelerim nasil olacakti”Diger gögsümü yaglamaya basladiginda tekrar seyretmeye koyuldum. Daha sonra sizan yaglari vücuduma yaymaya basladi. Karnimda, bacaklarimda ve en son olarak da amimin üst kisminda küçük yag birikintileri olusturdu. Ilik yagin bacak aramdan götüme dogru sizdigini hissettim. Yumusak elleri ile gögsümü ve karnimi oksamayi sürdürüyordu bu arada bende vücudumu iyice serbest birakmistim. Vücudumun ne kadar güzel oldugunu söyledi ve dokunmasindan ne kadar hoslandigimi sordu bana. Ona hiçbir sey söyleyemedim. penisinin büyümüs olacagini ve murat?a baski yapar hale geldigini düsündüm.Gözlerimi tekrar kapattigim sirada iki parmagini amima götürdü ve tam ortasini oksamaya basladi, onu parmaklarina bulasan amimin hos suyunu yalarken seyrettim sanirim amimdaki sicakliktan ne karar atesli oldugumu anlamisti. Ona üst tarafima oldugu gibi amimi da yaglamasini rica ettim daha sonra gözlerimi kapamaya devam ettim ve eger penisi içimde olsaydi ne gibi duygular yasayacagimi hayal Escort Fatih etmeye basladim. Parmaklariyla klitorisimin üzerinde dairesel oksamalar yapiyordu. Bense hafif bir sekilde elinden uzaklasmaya çalismistim ancak derin bir iç çekmemle birlikte kaçisimi biraktim. Gözlerimi açtigimda amima yaptigi basinci arttirdi ve gözlerinin bacak aramda oldugunu gördüm. “Daha önce seninkinden daha güzel bir vücut gördügümü sanmiyorum, seninle sevismek için tutusuyorum” diye fisildadi yavasça. Düsüncesi ayni zamanda soru sorar bir ifade tasiyordu. Ne düsündügünü merak ediyordum. O hasan?in kocam oldugunu biliyordu ve ne cevaplayacagimi bilemez durumdaydim. Çok saskin bir durumdaydim sanirim bu soruyu cevaplamak zorunda da degildim. Yatak odamin balkonuna baktigimda kocami mayosu ile otururken gördüm bana anlasilmasi zor bir ifadeyle gülümsüyordu.Birden kafama dank etti ki bir süredir balkonda oturmus bizi seyrediyordu. Kocam “selam murat bu güzel tatil günü nasilsin neler yapiyorsun” diye seslendi tam o sirada murat dengesini kaybederek havuzun merdivenlerine düstü hemen kendini toparlayarak tekrar siçradi. Eminim ki bundan sonra ne olacagi korkusu vardi içinde. “Oh hasan … Evet, havuzu biraz önce bitirdim ve artik sanirim kendi yoluma gitmem gerek” dedi ve hasan bizim yanimiza gelirken kendini benim çiplak vücudumdan uzaklastirmaya basladi. “Senin buradan hemen gitmen için bir sebep göremiyorum murat, yani demek istedigim; her seyden önce hiç kimseye hava atmak için burada degilim özellikle karima hiç. Murat dilini yutmus gibi cevap verebilmek için ugrasiyordu ve “yani anladigim sey biraz önce ne yaptigimin senin için bir öneminin olmamasi mi” diyebildi.Hasan gururlu bir sekilde gülümsemeyle bana bakti ve ardindan murat?a döndü “murat, ben hiçbir erkegin karimin vücudundan hoslanmasini yasaklayamam ayrica karimin sikilme zamani geldiginde orada olmaktan büyük zevk duyarim. Anlarsin hem ben hem de meryem evlilik disi iliskilerimizde cinselligi sürdürmemiz gerektigine inaniyoruz en güzeli, birbirimize iliski sirasinda digerinin seyretmesine izin vermemiz ve istirak etmemizdir.” murat tamamen hafiflemis bir sekilde bana ve hasan?a dönerek “meryem çok güzel bir kadin ve eger meryem ile sikismenizi görebilirsem benim için çok heyecan verici bir sey olacaktir” dedi. Hasan yattigim yere uzandi ve meme uçlarimdan birini ovusturmaya basladi. Bende basimi arkaya sarkitarak vücudumu bir yay gibi gerdim, böylece hasan?in sözlerinin ne kadar ciddi oldugunu görebildi. Kocam mayosunu çikardiginda organi çoktan sertlesmis oldugunu gördüm. Hasan penisi agzimin sol tarafina dogru gelecek sekilde bana yaklasti, murat?in bunu daha iyi görebilmesi için hemen yana döndüm ve ona cömert bir sekilde gülümsedim. Ardimdan kocamla ilgilenmeye basladim.Penisini elimle kavradim ve agzima dogru götürdüm, basindan baslayarak testislerinin her tarafini yalayip emdim. Hasan agzimin derinliklerine dogru sokup çikarmaya baslamis ve gözlerini kapatmisti. Murat hemen yanimiza sokuldu ki, böylece neler olacagini çok daha iyi görebilecekti. Hasan agzimda daha derin sokup çikarttikça tükürügüm penisini islatiyordu. Onunla ilk karsilastigimizda hiçbir seks tecrübem olmamisti Fatih Escort Bayan devamli onun istekleri dogrultusunda iliskiye giriyorduk ve her istedigi oluyordu. Ben onun memnun kalacagi her seyi yapmayi daima istedim, penisinin ihtiyaçlarini karsilamaya zorunlu oldugumu düsünürdüm, kendimi hazir hissettigim anda penisini agzimin mümkün olan en derin noktasina kadar alip emerdim. Bununla beraber tam amima bosalacagi zaman çikarip agzima bosalmasindan da çok hoslandim o anda agzima ve dudaklarima küçük çarpmalar halinde bosalmasi beni çilgina çevirirdi. Bosalmasinin ardindan agzima alir tüm spermlerini yutuncaya kadar emmeye devam ederdim.Murat bu arada sortunu ayak bileklerine kadar indirmis, bir eli ile tasaklarini oksarken digeriyle de basini oksuyordu. Bize sokulmasi için ona isaret ettim. Hasan?in penisini agzimdan çikararak murat?inkini yalamaya basladim bu arada murat iki elinide memelerime götürmüs beni oksuyordu, ben penisini yalamaya devam ederken gözleri yari kapali haldeydi. Agzimdan pompalamaya devam ediyordu ve her sokusunda onu daha çok emmeye basladim. Hasan amima dogru hareketlendi, amim çok islanmisti ki bu murat?i ilk gördügümden beri ayniydi. Her an orgazm olabilirdim ama onlarinda bana katilmasini istiyordum.Hasan yumusak bir ses tonuyla murat?a “umarim iyi egleniyorsundur, karimin agzi insani kendinden geçirir” dedi. Murat hos bir gülümseme ile bana bakarak isine devam etti. Bir süre sonra kocam hasan?a (sanki benim tembelce yatisima son verecekmis gibi) bir dakika için kendini geri çekmesini istedi. Bundan sonra neyin geldigini çok iyi biliyordum zaten artik daha fazla dayanamayacaktim. Hasan?in talimatlarini beklerken bacaklarimin titredigini hissediyordum . Bana “neden domalma pozisyonuna geçmiyorsun, böylece murat ve ben seninle daha iyi ilgileniriz” dedi. Hemen dört ayak pozisyonuna geçtim, götüm ikisinin gözleri önündeydi artik ve böylece amimin ne kadar islandigini da görebiliyorlardi. Murat ön tarafima geçerek dizleri üstünde çöktü. “Bu yönünle senden daha çok hoslaniyorum meryem, penisim agzinda gidip gelirken ayni zamanda güzel yüzünü de görmek çok hos” önce dudaklarimi yaladim ve agzimi açarak sokmasini bekledim. Hasan arkama geçmis penisini amimin dudaklarina sürttürmekle mesguldü. Kocam benim çok islak oldugumu ve bu halimle beni daha çok sevdigini söyledi. Bu tatli sözler bacaklarimin titremesine sebep oldu tekrar. Daha ne kadar bu pozisyona dayanabilecegimi bilmiyordum. Hasan sert penisini amima kaydirdi, sadece basini sokup çikariyordu. Benim buna dayanamayacagimi bildigi için bundan çok hoslanirdi. Tamamen kendimden geçmistim. Hasan arkamda amimin en derin noktalarina kadar penisini sokup çikariyor, murat ise girtlagima kadar giriyordu. Ikisinin arasinda olmak bana soktuklari sirada birbirlerini de seyrediyor olmalarini bilmem beni daha da çilgina çeviriyorduMurat artik daha bir hizli sokup çikarmaya basladi penisini sanki bir am sikiyordu “oh meryem agzinin içine geliyorum, bütün döllerimi yutmani istiyorum senden” dedi, sesi titrek ve kesik kesik geliyordu. Hasan penisini yavasça arka deligime soktu ve ahenkli sesler çikarmaya basladi. Ikisi de daha önce hiç yasamadigim bir baski uyguluyorlardi bana. Murat?a baktigimda agzimla yapmakta oldugum basincin etkisiyle gözlerini sikica kapatmisti. Amimin sisip daraldigini hissediyordum ama su anda bostaydi. Derin derin inlemeye basladim ve fiskirma seklinde bosaliyordum. Onlarda beni takiben her tarafima fiskirtarak bosalmaya basladilar

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Sevgili Arkadaşlar,24 yaşında sarışın, balık etinde, kıpkırmızı dudaklı, tatlı bir pasif oğlanım. Sizlerle 7 yıl evvel ilk erkeğimle yaşadığım ilk seks anımı paylaşmak isterim. Bodrum Akyarlarda ki yazlığımıza yakın klübün işletmecisi Neco abiyle cocukluğumdan beri tanışırız. Bana karşı acaip bir sevgisi vardı. 16-17 yaşlarımda henüz anlayamadığım duygularla Neco abinin yanında olmaktan haz duyardım. Bana çikolatalar, pastalar ikram ederdi. O zamanlar 28 yaşında çakı gibi yakışıklı, Ahievran Escort esmer, kıllı ve kirli sakallı ilah gibi biriydi. Tombul olduğum için beni mıncıklamaya bayılırdı. Yaşım 17 ye gelmişti ve artık kendimi oldukca hoş ve sekse hazır hissediyordum. Bir gün denizden cıkıp havlumu pareo gibi belime dolayıp Neco`nun yanda aldım soluğu. Herzamanki gibi kendimi ona okşatmak mıncıklatmaktı niyetim. O gün sanki vahşi bir kaplan vardı karşımda. Beni görünce Ahievran Escort Bayan şortunun önündeki kabarıklık gittikce şişmeye başladı. İçimde inanılmaz bir istek vardı Neco`nun yarağını göremek için. Beni okşadıktan sonra sandalyeye oturttu ve fermuarını çözdü. Yüzüme sipsivri, kapkara bir kobra yılanı şeklinde yarak çarptı. Bana artık sikiyle tanışmamın zamanının geldiğini ve ona olan sevgimin ispatlanması gerektiğini söyledi. Bir anda dudaklarımda Escort Ahievran zonklayan kocaman bir yarak vardı. ” Haydi yavrum dondurma gibi yala, em kamışımı” dediğinde yüzüme ateş bastı, sanki günlerce aç kalmış biri gibi yalamaya emmeye başladım muhteşem yarağı. İlk kez yarak emen birisi için çok iyiydim. Taşaklarını , apış arasını ve yaragının kafasını emerken zevkten inliyordu Neco. Arada suratımı kamçılar gibi darbeler vuruyordu. Birden yaragını azıma hızla sokup cıkartmaya başladı ve yaragından tonlarca bembeyaz sıcak döller ağzıma suratıma akmaya başladı. Bana “sakın bırakma emmeyi, devam et, orospu oğlanım” diye emirler yağdırdı. İstediği gibi damla sektirmeden hepsini mideme indirdim. İşte o gün dünyanın en iyi oral seks makinesi olduğumu anladım.Gönderen: Sekse susamış

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Ilk birlikte porno filmleri izlediğimizde, ben tabiik kadınların daha cok zevk aldıgını inandım. Hep birbirimizi seviyor ve opusuyorduk. Ben daha fazlasını istiyordum, beni zorla soymalarını ve tecavüz eder gibi yapmalarını istiyordum, bu oynu oynarken her yanım zevkten titriyordu. Oynadıgımız baska bir oyunda Lalahan Escort “yorganın icinde” oyunu idi. Ben yorganın icine girerdim sonra iki erkek girerdi, hangisi kardesim yada ikiside kuzenlerim mi bulmaya calısırdım aletlerini emerek. Hemen anlardım ama daha uzun yalamak, emmek icin Escort Lalahan bilerekten yanlıs soylerdim. Yanağıma boşaldı…Bazen dayımlara gittiğimizde, onların yataklarında oynardık, kapıyı çeker. Bir gun yine onların evinde yorgan icindeydim ve yataga iki erkek girdi. Soldakini emerken Lalahan Escort Bayan ağzımı biraz daha açmam gerekti, hafifçe inlediğini duydum. Ağzımda bir baskasının penisi ve korkudan kan basıma cıkmıstı. Ne yapacagımı sasırmıstım ama hala yalıyordum ama ememiyordum. Bazen basımı oksuyor bazen basımı agzıma doru itiyordu. Sonunda dayanamaıştı ve cıkardı etini yanagıma sürdü ve yanağıma bosaldı. Spermli organını burnuma dudakları surdu. İkiside yataktan cıktı gitti yorganı icinde ne kadar kaldım bilmiyorum, kendimi bu islerden uzak tuttum taaki tekrar bir porno film izleyene kadar…Gönderen: Lucifero_E

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Merhabalar.Ben 23 yaşında 170-65 kumral yakışıklı sayılabilicek bir kişiyim.Sizlere bu hikayemi bursadan yolluyorum. Bir gece arkadaşımdan çıkmış eve gidiyorum sanırım saat gece 2 sıralaraydı.Elime cebime atıpda bir sigara yakmak istedim yolda yürürken ve ateşimin olmadığını arkdaşımda unuttuğumu anladım.Bu yüzden sigara içemezdim ve birisinden istemek zorundaydım.Şansıma gece kimse yolda yoldu.Bizim evin yolunda bir han var.Hanın önünden geçerken içerde bekçi olduğunu fark ettim ve abi ateşim var mı dedim.O da bana var gülüm buyur al dedi.Bir sigara da ona uzattım gel istersen içerde çay içelim çay demledim dedi.Ben de hayır demedim ve hanın içine geçtik. Derken sohbete koyulduk nerdensin ne iş yaparsın gibi sorular.Bekçinin adı cemal di.Yaşını sordum bana 48 dedi.Cemal de 170 boyunda 80 kilo esmer bıyıklı birisiydi.Bana göre gerçekten de yakışıklı birisiydi.Aslında bir bekçi olarak oldukça eli yüzü düzgün bir insandı.Sonra anladım zaten cemal bir fabrikadan emekli olmuş ve burda geceleri duruyormuşKarısından da ayrıldığı için maddi durumu iyi birisiymiş. Her neyse çaylar sigaralar derken cemal bana sordu kızlar la aran nasıl dedi bende iyi abi ama çok deng gelmiyor karı kız dedim.O da deng gelmezse boşver ya dedi bak burdakiler nasıllar dedi.Bir tane porno dergi çıkardı ve birlikde bakmaya başladık.Haliyle benim dalga kalkdı dimdik oldu cemal döndü nasıl ama karılar dediBende abi bunlar her zaman denk gelmiyor Kayaş Escort ki dedim.Cemal de olsun be gülüm karı yoksa göt var göt sikersin dedi.Bende abi oda yok temiz olanı deng gelmiyor dedim.Tam lafımı bitirdim birden elini sikime attı.Çok şaşırdım hiç beklemediğim bir harekti ama hoşuma gitmişdi o yüzden sesimi çıkartmadım.Cemal pantolonumun fermuaranı yavaşça açtı ve dimdik olmuş sikimi dışarıya çıkardı.Eliyle oynamaya başladı ve birden eğildi ağzına aldı.O kadar güzel ağzına alıyordu ki daha önce bir karı bile böyle ağzına almamışdı hele o bıyıklarının taşaklarıma sürtmesi beni adeta delirtmişdi.Azğından çıkardı ve tekrar eliyle oynamaya başladı. Ben sandalyede oturuyordum cemal ayağa kalkdı ve yüzü bana dönük bir şekilde kıyafetleriye kucağıma geldiği gibi dudaklarıma yapıştı.Daha önce bıyıklı bir erkek ile öpüşmemişdim.O kadar hoşuma gitmişdi ki bıyıklarını dudaklarımda ve yüzümde hissetmek cemal i sımsıkı sarmışdım kollarımın arasında bırakmıyordum.Aralıksız 20 dk öpüştüm.Artık cemal in altu dudağı mosmor olmuşdu bıyıklı bir erkek ile öpüşmenin bana verdiği zevk yüzünden deliler gibi öpyürdum göğüslerini sıkıyordum. Cemal kucağımdan kalkmışdı.Delikanlım kal da üstündekileri çıkartayım dedi bana.Ben kalktım cemal kemeri çözdü daha sonra gömleğimi çıkarttı ve altımda ki boxer i çıkarttı.Ben o haldeyken gene dayanamadım ve cemal in dudaklarına yapıltım bıyıklarını ve dudaklarını ısırıyordum cemal Kayaş Escort Bayan in.Cemal de bana delikanlın sen neymişsin böyle diyordu ben onun göğüslerini emerken. Cemal dur bende soyunayım dedi ve üstündekilerini çıkarttı oda çırıl çıplak bende çırıl çıplak kalmışdım.Yere halının üstüne bir kilim serdi ve ikimizde uzandık.69 yapıyorduk cemal sikimi köküne kadar ağzına almışdı ben zevkden uçuyordum o sırada bende cemal in o harika götünü yalıyordum.Dilimle deliğinden içeri doğru kayıyordum.Harika bir göt değiliği ve götü vardı.Dilimle yalarken aynı anda götünü sıkıyordum zevkden.Cemal de hafif hafif inliyordu. Cemal e dur dedim ve sikimi ağzından çıkardım.Önümde domalasını söğledim.Önümde domaldı ve götünü yukarıya doğru kaldırdı.Cemalin o harika götü artık benim olmak üzereydi.Sikimi elime aldım ve göt deliğinde gezdirmeye başladımCemal dayanamıyordu delikanlım geçir bana sik götümden beni diyordu. Ben de dayanamadım ve dimdik olmuş sikimi birden cemal in göt deliğinden içeri soktum.Cemal büyük bir acı ile bağardı.Bende aşkım eğer acıdıysa çıkartayım dedimO da olmaz devam et sen dedi.Cemalin götünün içinde hızlı hızlı girip çıkıyordum.Cemal de sürekli delinalım sok kökle sik beni ohhh diyordu.Ben inanılmaz tahrik olmuşdım.Cemal in üstüne yüklendim ve göğüslerini sıkmaya başladım arkasından.Cemal de koçum delinalım vur bana sik beni diye inliyordu.Bende göğüslerini sıkmayı bırakdım ve götüne Escort Kayaş tokat atmaya başladım cemal in bu çok hoşuna gitmiş cemal in.Bir yandan elimle tokat atarken bir yandan da taşaklarım götüne çarparak sikiyordum.Sürekli içine girip çıkıyordum delirmişdik artık ikimizde.Ben boşalmak üzereydim.Cemal içine boşalayım mı dedim yok ağzıma akıt koçum dedi.Bende hemen çıkarttım götünden ve ağzına verdim.Cemal döllerimin hepsini yutmuşdu. İkimizde bir sigara yaktık.Bir nefes sigaradan çekiyordum diğer nefesi ise cemal in o güzel bıyıklı dudaklarından çekiyordumSigaralarımız bitmişdi.Cemal ile sevişmeye başladım.Onun her yerini ellerimle sıkıyordum onun üstüne çıkmışdım.Bıyıklarının ve erkeksiliğinin bana verdiği zevk yüzünden sikim anında diimdik olmuşdu.Ama cemal ile öpüşmeye ve sevişmeye doyamıyordum. Cemal in bacaklarını birden omuzlarıma kaldırdım ve müthiş bir darbe ile içine girdimArtık götü rahatlamışdı ve zevk alıyordu harika bir şekilde.Cemalin göt deliğini dağıttım resmen içine girip çıkarken.Ve üstüne yüklendim dudaklarının bıyıklarını göğüslerini deliler gibi ısırıyordum.Cemal de bana delikanlım daha önce beni senin gibi siken olmadı diyordu.Yaklaşık 15 dk cemal içinde girip çıktıdan sonra cemal in yüzüne doğru 31 çekerek boşaldım.Bıyıkları döl olmuşdu.Bıyıklarını öpmeye başladım kendi ödlüm yüzüme bulaşmışdı harika bir duygu ve zevk di benim için.Cemal daha sonra önce benim üstümü giydirdi kendi elleri ile daha sonra da kendisi giyindi.Sonra dizime oturup birer bardak çay ve sigara içtikden sonra ben ayrıldım.Arada sırada giderim Cemal in yanına.Benimle tanışmak isteyen olgun dürüst bıyıklı pasif beyfendiler tanışmak isterim şehir önemli değil.Mailllerinizi bekliyorum….Gönderen: Lacivert_A

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We settled in.

My Air Force tech school and general status as a veteran, veterans were popular those days, were accepted for 87 credits so my official status was as a “Junior.” I enrolled in the education curriculum, wanting to be a teacher, and started school. I didn’t try to pledge any fraternity. I figured that after basic training and barracks life, I wasn’t about to put up with a bunch of bullshit from some high school hero that I could break in half. I did join the Vets Corps, kind of a fraternity for veterans although it was mostly a big old farmhouse with a big yard that served as headquarters for some truly epic parties and a place to crash for a while for guys, well, and a few girls, fresh home from wherever they had been while they got settled in.

Not everyone had an Aunt Ann.

And speaking of Aun Ann, she was the best bed partner anyone could ask for. She didn’t just enjoy, she actively welcomed the little things my Japanese hooker-turned-live-in lover had taught me. Machiko was good at her profession, the Oldest Profession, and specialized in the art of spicing pleasure with pain.

Spice is a good word here.

My first lesson for Aunt Ann took place a couple of weeks after I moved in, but before classes started.

We stayed home that night, watching television companionably. She’s a deeply committed Elvis Presley fan, especially the early movies, and we watched King Creole, singing along with many of the songs. Pot had become legal while I was away and I was still reveling in the idea that I didn’t have to find a dealer, that I could just walk into the store, what they called the “dispensary,” and buy what I wanted. I quickly discovered gummies, and tonight we were working on a half gummy, a five-milligram dose, of my favorite Sativa strain.

I wasn’t “stoned,” but I was pleasantly “high.”

We turned off the television Hüseyingazi Escort and went to bed, giggling a little as I did a vocal version of the riff that accompanied the song – – bum bumm bububum – – and she sang, “If you’re looking for trouble.”

In the bedroom, I peeled off the oversized T-shirt and flannel shorts she wore in place of pajamas for lounging around, and she pushed the long floppy shorts past my hips and let them pool on the floor at my feet.

We necked and kissed. We knew each other well enough that there was no urgency now. We took our time.

“Ready for one of the lessons I learned in the exotic Far East?” I asked.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said in a husky voice, “always ready for your lessons honey.

“Hold that thought,” I said, rolling out of bed before she could grab me.

I went into the kitchen, grabbed the pepper shaker, and went back into the bedroom, holding the shaker behind my back.

She was giggling.

“Whatcha got there?” she asked, affecting a little girl’s voice, complete with big eyes.

“A surprise,” I said, climbing onto the bed, my knees between hers, and slipping quickly into her, knowing by now the angles we needed to fit properly.

She let out a surprised little mewing sound as I quickly slipped back out, shook pepper liberally on my erection, I knew it would stick the way I was wet from her honey, and then slipped right back in.

“What the,” she started but then sneezed violently as I sprinkled more of the pepper on her nose.

I caught her wrists with my hands and pinned her, her hands beside her head, all of my weight holding her helpless as she sneezed again, the automatic convulsion of her body making her clench around my erection, the pepper there irritating, making tiny little points of heat.

“DAVEY,” she started but three quick sneezes, Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan hard and loud, cut her off.

I matched my rhythm to her body, kissing her snotty mouth, her nose was running freely now, clear mucus sheeting across her mouth and chin from the sneezes.

When she did the “aaa – aaaaa – aaaaaaaaa” thing as another sneeze built I started covering her lips with little soft kisses.

The sneeze clenched her so hard around my cock, already irritated from the pepper and the friction, my control almost failed. But I ran the multiplication tables through my mind and held off.

A sudden burst of a half dozen sneezes had her cumming, each sneeze a little louder and each successive orgasm a little more powerful. The sixth sneeze took her beyond squirting. She’s always very liquid when she cums, but now she was spraying me, soaking us both.

Finally, the sneezes passed, the pepper being cleared out, but the irritation where our bodies were joined kept us going.

“Come on,” she was starting to urge me as her body tired, “come on, come on, come on.”

I grabbed a quick half dozen of those slick snotty kisses before I gave up my control and allowed my own ejaculation. It was powerful and gratifying and I liked her sudden, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

“Jesus,” she said in a thick breathy voice.

She was doing the “aaaa – ahhhh – AAHHHHH” thing again and this time I covered her mouth with a kiss before the sneeze took her. I inhaled her sneeze and then exhaled back into her mouth. Her sinuses were so irritated that her nose was plugged and it was my breath she was getting, and I kept her mouth covered as we shared a breath until I felt the oxygen depletion of my blood and my body started feeling desperate.

When I pulled off and looked down at her, her eyes were big.

“Jesus,” Escort Hüseyingazi she said again, her voice thick, almost bubbly.

“You like?” I asked.

“Oh, God,” she said, “yes, Jesus, yes.”

“Pervert,” I said, smiling.

Her eyes got big. “YOU did it,” she said, “now who exactly is the pervert here?”

I licked her cheek where she was snotty and slick, traced down with my tongue to her ear, and said very breathily right into her ear, “But you liked it.”

She giggled a little and said, “I diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid.”

I rolled off the bed and said, “Give me a minute.”

I went downstairs and poured two cups of milk into a measuring cup and then put it in the microwave for 30 seconds, not wanting it hot, but warm.

Then it was back up into the bathroom where I got her water bottle, well, the red rubber water bag that served as a hot water bottle and a douche bag, attached the hose and douche syringe to it, locked the little chrome clip that served as a shut-off onto the hose, and poured the milk in.

I went into the bedroom and found her almost asleep.

“Get up, sleepy butt,” I said, patting her on the hip, “we need to get you cleaned up or you’re in for a very uncomfortable couple of days.”

She tried to roll over, obviously sleepy, but I caught her hand and started dragging her out of bed. She groaned and giggled and got her feet under her rather than just being dumped on the floor. I led her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and waited while she peed, groaning a little because of the irritation.

“Now, relax,” I said.

Her eyes got a little big when she saw the douche syringe but she giggled a little and parted her legs.

“Well, this is new,” she said, “but okay.”

I slipped the syringe in and douched her with the milk first, finding the feeling of the warm liquid running over my fingers very sensual.

I refilled the douche bag then with water, filling the bag to capacity and then flushing her thoroughly as she sat, relaxed, obviously enjoying this odd little intimacy.

I took her back to bed and then went back, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. She was already snoring.

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“Is it still far?” I asked. We had been walking for nearly twenty minutes. Thankfully, we had not run into any familiar faces along the way. My awkward small-step movements made it obvious that something was bothering me and causing me to involuntarily move the way I did. At least, the few passersby that we did come across, certainly noticed.

“We’re almost there,” Alice said. “Although I do need to drop by a store real quick.”

“Can’t it wait?” I pleaded. “I would really like to visit a bathroom, so I can remove this plug and get this stuff out of me. It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“It won’t take long, besides, I need you to be with me,” Alice said.

With a sense of defeat, I accepted that, for my own sake, it was better not to argue with Alice too much. We continued our journey and eventually came to a halt in front of The Pet Palace, a pet supplies store.

“So what do you need me for?” I asked. “Are you getting things for your pets which I’ll need to carry?”

“Something like that,” Alice giggled as she opened the door and stepped inside. I obediently followed in her footsteps. She made a beeline for the dog section of the store, where she then started wandering around aimlessly, seemingly not knowing what she was looking for. An employee noticed Alice’s searching behavior and approached her.

“Welcome to The Pet Palace, how may I help you?” he asked.

“I just got a new pet, and I’m looking for some necessities, but I’m having trouble finding them,” Alice replied. She glanced at me when she mentioned ‘pet’, displaying a nefarious look, before turning back to the employee with an innocent smile.

“What are you looking for?” the employee asked. “Maybe I can help you find it.”

“Well,” Alice started. “I’m looking for a shock collar. I want to train my dog and I don’t feel like using sprays. It’s not effective enough.”

“What is the dog’s size?” The employee replied. “Due to safety concerns, we don’t have shock collars for small dogs, but bigger dogs handle it better, so we only carry shock collars in bigger sizes.”

“That should be alright,” Alice replied. “Sandra is an adult dog, not a puppy. Which is why I insist on a shock collar. It’s a lot harder to teach adult dogs the correct behavior without using a shock collar, and I don’t have the time to play nice.” Alice pointed at me and continued, “Sandra is a big dog too, she has roughly the same neck size as my friend. You can try to fit it on him.” She had trouble hiding her wicked smile. But unlike me, the employee did not notice that ‘Sandra’ referred to me.

“Hmm,” the employee hummed thoughtfully. “A medium collar should do then. Let’s have a look.” He grabbed a collar and attached it to my neck. “Yeah, if your dog has roughly the same size, then it should be alright,” he concluded.

“Does the collar need batteries?” Alice asked.

“No, just the remote. The collar is charged on a power outlet,” the employee replied. “Collars generally have a near-empty charge, so it’s best to charge it first thing when you get home.” He pressed the power button on the collar. To my horror, it turned on. The LED power indicator lit up yellow. “This one seems to have anywhere between one and six hours of charge left,” he said. “Yellow generally means it’s nearing emptiness and a charge is advised. When it turns red, the charge is less than an hour, though, on a full charge, it can last two to three days.”

“Does this collar have a function to zap automatically on barks?” Alice asked intrigued. “Or would I have to do that manually?”

“There is a mode for that, but you can also trigger shocks manually if it is not registering the barking,” the employee said, handing Alice a small remote. A small plastic strip was sticking out from the back of the remote.

Oh, no. I thought. The batteries are included… I just hope Alice doesn’t realize it too…

Gripping the remote, Alice instantly felt the plastic strip. She grinned and turned to the employee again, saying, “I’m also looking for a metal crate cage for Sandra to sleep in overnight. I don’t want to risk her damaging my furniture until I’m sure she’s well-behaved.”

The employee quickly lost his trail of thoughts. “Oh, yeah, of course,” he replied. “Follow me.” He turned around and started to lead us toward another aisle. Alice’s plan had worked. Distracting the employee had made him forget to take the collar off of my neck or even just turn it off. Following behind the employee, Alice flipped the remote over and pulled out the plastic strip, connecting the batteries to the remote’s electric circuit.

Looking over her shoulder, she grinned and started pressing buttons on the remote. I was expecting her to shock me as we walked, I anxiously awaited the jolt, but to both my relief and surprise, nothing happened.

Arriving at the dog crates, Alice wasted no time thanking the employee, “Thank you! I’ll browse for a bit if that’s okay. I’ll let you know if I need anything else!”

“Of course,” he replied in a friendly manner and walked off.

Alice Gülveren Escort turned towards me, looking at me with an expecting gaze, but remaining quiet.

I opened my mouth to ask her if she wanted me to see which cage fit my size, “Do-“

An electric jolt instantly hit my neck. It was much more painful than I had imagined it would be. Alice had likely turned the intensity to one of the higher settings. The sudden pain was enough to make me jump. “Ah!” I exclaimed. Another shock followed. I cursed myself. Noise-activated shock collars on humans certainly didn’t play fair.

Alice looked on in delight as I couldn’t stop myself from getting shocked multiple times in a row until I finally managed to keep my mouth closed and keep my groan quiet enough to not trigger another shock.

“Awh, so the cute puppy can whine after all!” Alice said in a heightened voice as if talking to a puppy. She walked up to me. “Good girl,” she said, as she patted me.

I crossed my arms and pouted, letting out a frustrated hum as I forcefully exhaled through my nose.

“You’re lucky I’d have to take it off of you before we make our way over to the cashier anyway,” Alice responded and turned off the remote. “If you behave well, I’ll lower the intensity back home,” she said, as she now also turned the collar off and removed it from my neck.

“I’ll be good,” I said.

“You’ll be a good ‘what’?” Alice asked.

“A good dog, Alice,” I whined.

“Good girl,” Alice said as she patted me again. “Now, go see which cage you’d like to sleep in tonight.”

“Are you serious?” I asked anxiously.

“Of course! After your shower, you’re staying for the night!” Alice answered.

I shivered. Sleeping in a dog cage? I hope it’d only be a one-time kind of thing, I thought to myself. All the zapping certainly hadn’t helped my need for the bathroom. If anything, it had made it worse. So instead of carefully assessing the cages to see which I’d like to stay in, I simply pointed at one instinctively. “That one seems big enough,” I said.

“It does…” Alice said. “So, just like with your little cage down there, I’m deciding we should go for a smaller size.” She giggled, pointed at a cage that was roughly half the size of the cage I picked, and laughingly said, “You can sleep curled up, and don’t worry, I’ll have a small doggy bed added to it, so it’ll be nice and cozy!”

I felt like Alice was just playing a game with me. Always giving the illusion that I had an option, only to reveal she had already made her choice before even asking me, just to confirm that her choice was still enough of a challenge to me for her to enjoy making me go through it… Classic Alice…

“Is that all?” I asked. “Can we pay and go home now?” I shifted my balance from one leg to another, indicating my need to visit the bathroom. Not that I needed to pee, but the sensation of the cum that was still trapped inside me, sealed by Alice’s butt plug, was becoming increasingly bothersome, and at this point, it was just begging to get out.

“Not yet, pet,” Alice said. “It’s still early! I’ll have to feed you dinner too!” She giggled and walked off to another aisle within the store.

I anxiously followed. I really hoped she wasn’t referring to dog food. Though I didn’t exclude the very real possibility of that being exactly the case.

Arriving at the aisle, Alice took a look around and quickly made a choice. “This one!” she exclaimed excitedly. She kneeled to pick up a feeding bowl. “Now you can eat your food in the right mindset too!” she explained and giggled.

Holding the bowl, the collar, and its remote, Alice approached the cashier. “We’re ready to pay,” Alice said.

“Found everything you were looking for?” the cashier asked.

“Yes,” Alice said. “I also wanted to buy a dog cage and a fitting doggy bed, but it’d be a bit bothersome to carry it home with us. Could you possibly deliver it?”

“Of course!” the cashier said. “Just leave the address, and we’ll deliver it at the end of the day!” Looking at the feeding bowl, the cashier asked, “Would you like to have that bowl engraved with your pet’s name? We have a machine here that can do it at no additional charge! The only downside is that we don’t take back personalized items.”

“That’s not a problem!” Alice said excitedly. “Could you write ‘Sandra’ on it?

“Of course,” the cashier said. He placed the bowl in the machine and programmed a small laser to burn the name into the bowl.

When the bowl had finished its engraving process, Alice pointed out the cage she wanted, paid for the items, left her address, and said her goodbyes as she left the store, with me following close behind her.

“You may have noticed I didn’t buy a leash,” Alice remarked. “That is because I already have enough ‘incentives’ to ensure you’ll behave well enough for me not to have to use one on you.”

“But then, what’s with the shock collar?” I asked.

“Oh, that?” Alice replied. “That’s just for fun! Although, if Escort Gülveren you really want me to use a leash, I have one at home. I don’t think I’d hold onto it, though… More likely, I’d just tie it to your cage.” She chuckled at the thought of it.

I spent the remainder of the walk to Alice’s apartment quietly following her.

“Here we are, home,” Alice eventually said, reaching for her keys in her pocket.

“Thank God, finally” I sighed with relief. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked.

“Firstly, the only ‘God’ you should be thanking, is the goddess opening this door for you,” Alice sarcastically replied. “And secondly,” her attitude became friendlier again. “The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, the final door on your right side.”

Alice slowly opened the door, but, instead of going in, she stepped aside and motioned for me to pass. Without hesitation, I quickly got in and made my way to the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I heard Alice say, “You’d better not make a mess. Anything you make dirty, you’re cleaning up yourself!”

I quickly dropped my pants to sit down. Bending over forwards, I carefully removed the plug, gripping it tightly to not accidentally drop it once it dislodged itself from the grip of my body. The sound that followed was not particularly pleasant, and it felt weird, too. Nevertheless, I was relieved that I was finally freed of Alice’s mystery donator’s cum.

After I had wiped myself clean of any remaining remnants of cum and lube, I flushed the toilet, washed the butt plug and my hands in the sink, and set out to find Alice. To my surprise, I found her standing in the living room. The surprise was that she was in the living room, entirely naked.

“Like what you see?” Alice teased. “I figured I’d tease you a bit before we shower, for my own amusement. Is it working?” Her movements and gestures were very over-the-top, drawing extra attention to her jiggling breasts and buttcheeks.

“Yes,” I said. My cheeks flustered and my stance showed discomfort as my penis strained against its cage.

“Imagine,” Alice said provocatively. “Tonight you’ll get an upgrade. You’ll go from having one tight cage, to two tight cages.” She chuckled.

Knowing how the day is going, she’s probably right, I thought… holding the butt plug up high to draw Alice’s attention to it, I asked, “Where do I put this?”

“Back where it came from, of course! Silly pet!” Alice replied. She walked up to me and grabbed it out of my hands. “I’ll apply some new lube to it for you. I wouldn’t want it to be uncomfortable! I’ll be right back.” She walked off into the bedroom.

With Alice being otherwise occupied, I looked around and found that she had already started recharging the shock collar’s battery. I still couldn’t believe she was actually serious about using it on me. Though, I did consider myself lucky that she hadn’t bought any dog food to go along with the bowl…

“There we are!” Alice said proudly, holding up a lubed-up butt plug.

“Alice, that’s definitely not the same plug as the one I gave you,” I replied.

“Oh, isn’t it?” Alice responded with a fake surprise. She examined the plug. It was both longer and thicker, although the biggest giveaway was that it even had the shape of a hairless, rubber tail sticking out from its back. “Oh well,” Alice said matter-of-factly. “It’s already lubed up now, so drop those pants and bend over.”

Arguing was pointless, I knew that already, so I simply did as Alice asked. She inserted the plug, which required only a little bit of force initially. All the walking with the smaller butt plug had certainly helped with preparing my anal cavity to accept this new challenge.

“There you go,” Alice cheered. “One step closer to being a cute lil’ doggie!”

I was about to pull my pants back up when Alice stopped me.

“You can leave those off,” she said. “Dogs don’t wear clothes.” Her tone became more sensual as she continued, “Also, we should go take that shower. Come on!” After making me fully undo my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, she took my hand and led me into the shower. “Take off your shirt too, you won’t need that either,” she said as she turned on the shower, staying outside to let the water reach the right temperature.

Alice’s shower was a big cabin shower, it could easily fit three people and felt rather luxurious. It even had a second showerhead that could be enabled by flipping a lever handle between the two showerheads. Being naked for a while already, Alice entered the shower first when she saw the steam forming from the shower cabin. “Ah, nice and warm,” she said as she let the water run down her body.

I, however, remained outside. “What are you waiting for?” Alice asked teasingly, pressing her breasts against the cabin glass. “I could’ve sworn it was your choice to be rewarded with this opportunity.”

I still hesitated. Alice was a very good-looking woman, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t ever gotten ‘up close and personal’ before. But Gülveren Escort this didn’t feel like I was being subjected to anything. If I stepped into that shower, I’d be doing so out of my own choice. There would be no more excuses to say I wasn’t cheating on Laura. Part of me wished Alice just pulled me in, so I could tell myself it wasn’t my choice. And although Alice was teasing me to get in, she was in no way being forceful.

Analyzing my hesitation, Alice’s attitude changed. “Is it about Laura?” she asked. I nodded in silence. Alice took a moment to think before a metaphorical lightbulb appeared above her head. “I have an idea,” she said. “Remember when you told me earlier today that you didn’t have much to show for to explain your silence to Laura?” I nodded in response.

“Well,” Alice continued. “What if you called her to reveal that the ‘surprise’ you were working so hard on, was arranging a threesome? That way, you won’t have to feel guilty about being close with me. I promise I’ll treat her with respect and put her needs first. The threesome would be a gift for her, after all.”

Any other day, that would have been a very risky idea to reveal out of the blue, but in my case… There might actually be a shot for that to work, I thought. After all, Laura did want me to surprise her for Valentine’s Day, and this certainly would be a surprise that’d need time to set up…

“Alright,” I said. A long-drawn sigh escaped my body as I calmed myself down.

“Call her after we finish showering, though. We’re wasting water here!” Alice urged.

Feeling somewhat reassured, I finally started to feel comfortable enough to join Alice in the shower. The water was nice and warm, the cabin was very spacious, and Alice’s soaps, shampoos, and even her conditioner smelled amazing. Alice was also being suspiciously friendly and helpful, helping soap me up, wash my hair, and even offering me her facial scrub to exfoliate my face and make it feel smoother.

In a way, I guess you could say Alice showered me with love, I thought to myself and chuckled at the literal implementation of the expression.

“What’s so funny?” Alice asked with a smile.

“Just a pun that came to mind,” I said. “I’m happy I get to see this side of you, too.”

“What can I say?” Alice replied. “I just love showers!” A realization came to her mind and she chuckled. “Not just golden showers, mind you. Not ‘everything’ is about kink to me! I love regular showers too! The warm water, the fragrant soaps… It just feels so good and relaxing to lather myself in it…” Alice said, rubbing soap over her breasts in circular motions. A soft moan escaped her lips as she had begun to lustfully stare into my eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re still in that cage and that I took off the key already,” Alice said, glancing at my chastity cage. “I might have unlocked you otherwise, and we wouldn’t want that to happen before you’ve had the chance to call Laura, now would we?”

I blushed. The idea of Alice mentioning ‘normal’ sex, with me, and actually meaning it? I was at a loss for words. It was like the shower had truly changed her into another person entirely.

The thought had not ended there for Alice, though. Her stare had become fixated on my cage. “The fact I’ve been denying and playing with you for so long, but never allowing you to actually fuck me…” Alice moaned under her breath. “Fuck. Sorry, I just can’t help it anymore,” she said. She moved one of her hands down to her clitoris and started massaging and groping her breast with the other, all while keeping her eyes locked on me.

Quiet moaning turned louder and louder as Alice’s breathing sped up, along with the speed at which she rubbed her clit. She seemed to be approaching climax all by herself. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Another moan erupted, louder than the others. I thought she had reached a climax, but just as I dropped my guard, her eyes locked on mine again.

Eyes like a predator, she reached for my hand and pulled me close. Still gripping onto my hand, she then guided it to her vagina. “Finger me,” she commanded me. She briefly guided my fingers before deciding it wasn’t enough. Holding my fingers in place, Alice started rocking her hips back and forth against me.

Was she fucking my fingers? Alice’s desire for control truly displayed itself in many ways, I thought to myself. With her own hands, Alice went back to playing with her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand moved up to her breasts at first, but shortly thereafter, Alice instead grabbed the back of my head with it and pulled me in to make out with me.

We didn’t have to kiss for long for Alice to tighten her grip on my head and moan in ecstasy as her body shook heavily and she orgasmed (again? I still wasn’t sure). “Thanks, I needed that,” Alice said after she recovered from her orgasm. “Wasn’t expecting to get this horny all of a sudden, sorry.” She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s fine,” I said. “We should finish up here though, Any longer and I’ll grow gills to adapt to all this water.”

Alice laughed. “Alright, alright,” she said, stepping out of the shower cabin. “Go dry yourself off and I’ll see you in the living room in a bit. You’ll likely be done before me, so feel free to call Laura while you wait for me!”

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The night I became a cuckold.

I want to tell you my story of how I became a cuckold and what followed after that fateful evening.

I’ll start by telling you a little bit about us. I’m Baz I’m 38 years old and just your average guy. I’m married to Michelle she’s 40 years old dark curly hair 38E chest curves in all the right places long legs beautiful feet and my queen. We’ve been together 18 years over that time our sexual exploration has advanced into what happened on the night I became I cuckold. We had discussed this at length numerous times so it was inevitable it would happen at some point.

The night in question began when my wife was heading out with her girlfriends for girls night something they did once a month. Sometimes it was a meal or the cinema or to a club for a dance and some wine.

Tonight was club night and my wife always wanted to dress to Impress on these evenings her reasons were simple she hardly ever got the chance to dress up so this was her once a month to break out her heels and little black dress.

She had chosen her favourite black dress that came to just above her knee, it was sleeveless and had mesh over the bust area so you could see her cleavage through the mesh material. Her underwear was a black lacy bra and french knicker set with sheer black 15 denier hold ups and on her feet were some 4 inch black stiletto pumps.

Her friends picked her up in the taxi around 7pm and off they went. I decided to spend the night with a couple of beers and some gaming on the Xbox.

She occasionally text letting me know she was ok and having a good time with her friends and I did get 1 picture message of her leg that showed she had a tiny rip near the top of her hold up.

At this point I should mention we have dabbled in BDSM for a long time. I’m very submissive and she can be dominant when the mood takes her. We had spoke about cuckolding and I always said if the fancy ever took her then she didn’t need my permission to go though with it.

I replied to her message with sad face emojis which she then said don’t worry you will be punished for that rip when I get home. This was music to my ears I love when she is dominant and for me wish we could play with BDSM far more often. My reply was simple yes mistress.

I made my way upstairs and lay out our handcuffs,rope,cuffs,whips and crops onto the dressing table my anticipation was immense at the thought of what she might do once she got home.

Around midnight I received another message that simply said don’t Demirlibahçe Escort wait up she was having too much fun to come home yet.

1am passed then 2am passed and that’s all I remembered then I fell asleep.

I woke around 8am and she still wasn’t home this was seriously unusual and actually panicked me. I grabbed my phone and seen a message from her saying I’ll be home in the morning staying at Nicola’s house.

This put my mind at rest so I got up grabbed a coffee and showered. I’d just put my robe on when I heard the door open and in she walked. I could tell by looking at her she was still drunk, her outfit,makeup and hair were all over the place.

I went downstairs and joined her in the living room. She gave me this smile and simply said take my heels off slave boy. I duly knelt at her feet removed her heels and without warning she shoved her nylon covered toes into my mouth. Not 1 to pass up an opportunity for some foot worship I sucked and licked her foot then lifted her other foot and did the same again, as I let her foot down she said I don’t think so slave my feet are killing me and shoved her foot back into my mouth. I must have licked and sucked her feet for a good 20 minutes before she let me stop. She ordered me to go upstairs and wait in the bedroom.

When she came into the bedroom she saw the toys I had laid out the night before her face lit up. She took the handcuffs put me on my back on the bed and attached my hands to the headboard with the cuffs.

She stood up removed her dress and her lingerie now stood before me in nothing but her hold ups. She took the time to point out the ladder in her hold ups again and reminded me of her promise that I would be punished for that damaged hold up.

She moved over to the dresser taking her time picking up each paddle, crop and whip running them over her hands smiling at me with each 1 in her hand then setting them back down again.

I was excited, I was nervous the anticipation was driving me crazy not able to move cock as hard as a rock unable to touch it. She sat down on the bed beside me and touched me gently on my cock then took her hand away. She simply said your punishment has already been completed slave. I was so confused by this cuffing me to the bed was not a punishment and she hadn’t whipped me at all so I had no idea what she was talking about.

She moved up the bed then straddled me 1 knee on each side of my chest her nylons brushing against my skin. She leaned forward Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan and whispered into my ear your punishment is inside my pussy I did it baby I wasn’t at Nicola’s at all I was at a guy’s apartment all night a guy who picked me up in a bar. I was thrilled I was anxious I was horny thats when she said you know what a cuck has to do after his wife has had her pussy filled.

I knew exactly what she meant no further words were spoken she moved up my chest put her pussy over my mouth and sat down on me. I worshipped that pussy I licked it I sucked it, it tasted different it tasted good it was a surreal situation. She sat there until I made her cum with my mouth. She rolled off of me and collapsed in orgasm bliss.

She whispered into my ear I bet you’d like to hear all about it wouldn’t you. Simply yes I wanted to hear every detail.

She grabbed my cock and slowly wanked me as she started her story of what happened.

This guy had been hitting on her all night they shared a dance or 2 had a laugh and some drinks at the bar. During a dance she had backed onto his crotch and felt is semi erect cock through his pants pushing into her ass, she said at that point she had decided tonight would be the night she became a hotwife. He had run his hands up her leg to her stocking top then moved to feel her moist pussy on the dance floor that’s when she asked if they could go to his place.

Once they were there she said they were all over each other kissing, groping and generally just so horny for each other. She undid his shirt and pulled it off then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to reveal an erect 8 inch cock pointing straight at her.

She kissed down his body until she reached his cock on her knees in front of him she opened her mouth and took his cock into it slowly bobbing up and down getting his cock all sloppy with her saliva. She deep throated him until she gagged on it and made her eyes water. She stayed there sucking his cock for a 5 minutes or so until he pulled her to her feet.

He unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. They started kissing again and he undid her bra at the same time then pulled her knickers down and slipped a finger inside her pussy. She moaned in pleasure at his touch. They moved into the kitchen he picked her up on the worktop got down and started to lick her pussy. He was amazing at eating pussy and within minutes he had her cumming all over his mouth.

He got her down onto her feet Escort Demirlibahçe and bent her over the worktop. Once he slipped his cock into her pussy she said she felt full and his cock stretched her pussy to his size. He fucked her hard and fast over the worktop making her scream and moan his name. She came all over his cock twice as he fucked her. When her second orgasm coated his cock he slipped out of her and she said it was just instinct she dropped back to her knees and cleaned every bit of her cum off his cock with her mouth.

She was still stroking my cock stopping every time I got close to cumming constantly keeping me on edge. I’d never been this horny hearing this story just to add to my horniness she was occasionally putting her nylon clad toes in mouth.

She continued her story, once his cock was clean they moved upstairs to the bedroom the kissing and groping resumed until he got her on the bed. She laid on her back put her legs over his shoulders and he entered her pussy again pushing his cock deep inside her. She felt like he was going to come out through her stomach it was that deep.

He fucked her hard, long deep thrusts into her pussy making her scream again until she exploded all over his cock again.

She rolled him over on to his back so she was on top of him. She rode him like a cowgirl and he would spank her ass every so often which she absolutely loves. He was deep inside her as far as his big cock would go. She rode him like her life depended on it grinding on him back and forth up and down his grunting let her know how much he was enjoying it.

He pulled her forward and they kissed as she fucked him then he whispered into her ear that he was close to cumming. She got off his cock bent over doggy style and then begged him to fuck her hard and fast until he exploded in her pussy.

He duly obliged plunging his cock into her and fucked her so hard she was bouncing back onto his cock. She felt him tighten up then spurt after spurt after spurt of cum filled her pussy until it was leaking out of her.

At this point my own cock erupted shooting cum into the air which she scooped off of the bed and my chest then fed me it like it was my last meal. She put her foot on my mouth again and asked me how much I liked being a proper cuckold now. The reply was easy for me there was no jealousy at all I loved that she was so hot other men desired her and being her cuck felt natural to me.

After that night she would take every opportunity to cuckold me we both enjoyed it. She would usually pick guys up in a bar go home with them then come back to me tie me up and tell me her story. Our sex life increased dramatically and she started to introduce alot more dominance into our relationship.

This was only the beginning of our new lifestyle and I can’t wait to see where it leads us in the future.

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At Brightsmart Academy where Alex Wilson had attended some thirty years ago, they made freshmen pen letters to themselves as seniors. Amongst the wisdom Alex had dispensed he had written: “Don’t be a cliché”

And here he was 47 and highly at risk. He was married with two children. He worked at a library, a stable career. And he ran programs for everyone from teens to the elderly. He was familiar and well liked by everyone, including the new page.

Maria was beautiful, natural, fresh faced, sometimes with a flower in her hair. She wasn’t skinny (her BMI would indicate she was overweight) but it seemed to lay all in her huge breasts. He had no idea about her ass- she wore flowing skirts. Not that he had been thinking about her ass. He couldn’t. He was married.

But then he heard her poetry. He ran a poetry group and most of the elderly members of his writing group showed up but so did she, spilling her coffee, getting donut powder on her shirt. Some shared original poems. More people read poems important to them. And then the 22-year-old page took the stand and read some poems about mental health and mental illness.

Alex had a hard on for genius. And as he listened to her, he shuffled his manila folder to block his erection which was intense. Metaphors made him breathe more quickly. There was a huge wave of applause, and she took her seat. Alex determinedly kept his eyes on members of the audience but not on her. She was dangerous. He had just begun to realize this. Alex told her his group would like to see more of her poetry. She had copies of her poetry to him by the end of the week.

He started watching her after that. He noticed she had a habit of pulling her underwear out of her ass. He suspected this meant she was wearing thongs. When she bent over the visualization became too much. He forced himself to stare at tax returns, numbers which weren’t sexy. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts or how they strained against her clothes like a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled.

It was the end of the weekend and a batch of poems had just appeared in his mailbox. She poked her head in.

“Oh good, you got them,”

“Yes, I did. Thanks,” What else was there to say? I don’t think your bras are supportive? Wear more comfortable panties?

He noticed in her hand a stack of romance novels, “bodice rippers” as they were called. He raised his eyebrows, half-kidding, half curious.

“They’re being reshelved,” A man held a woman insisting his lips meet hers, plump breasts his for the taking. He blinked back to Maria, but she left. Hopefully she hadn’t realized what was on his mind. Alex worked in a clear office. No sort of privacy.

“Alex” Maria gently rapped on the door “I have something to show you,”

He looked up expecting more poems.

“It’s in the aisles” she gestured towards the decrepit reference section. Intrigued he got up. As usual, he was dressed impeccably. Pressed slacks, dress shirt. She took him to the encyclopedia section and started to read from a poem about….birds? Space? He was trying to focus on the poem, so he jumped several feet when he felt a hand on his cock. He glanced down incredulously. Sweet, innocent Maria was rubbing his cock. A quick movement and his cock was out and she was on her knees. Oh my god. The library had never seemed so silent.

“Stop,” he hissed. She did.

“Don’t,” he whimpered. This time she took his cock all the way into her mouth and began to bob back and forth with determination and enthusiasm and all the qualities he commended in a worker.

“Get your tits out,” She raised her shirt revealing a black and red lace bra with cups not quite big enough to hold her breasts. She was licking top to bottom, then she gagged as she deepthroated him. He loved the sound; he pushed his cock even deeper. Drool dripped onto her breasts.

“Faster” His voice was urgent, strangled. He was so close almost there. Then she moaned and that pushed him over the edge. He shot his load (without a warning) right down her throat. He noted her smile as she took in every drop with satisfaction. Then she got to her feet, pulled down her shirt and ran away before he could say a word.

He called her to his desk the next day. The whole library could see them. He felt like every one of them must be staring. No one was.

“Did you like my poetry yesterday” she asked sweetly. Had he hallucinated? “Would you like to hear more?”

“I can’t, Maria. You know that” Maria looked disappointed but not as dejected as he hoped she would be.

“Okay let me know if you change your mind” She left some papers on his desk. He browsed them.

The first was a poem about flowers. The second was a poem about the moon. The third was…a contract. Or was it rules for some game he’d never played before? The objective? Sex. Sex with that warm, wanton, wet pussy dripping for him. But first he had to put her through six tasks. The six (as she called it) “humiliations”

‘There is nothing as sexy as humiliation. It Akdere Escort Bayan can be very inconvenient, but I love it’ she wrote. He put the paper down. He had no idea of how he would even begin to humiliate her. Unless he made her strip down in the reference section. He was immediately alarmed at how aroused this made him. God, he tried to calm down so he could go to the bathroom and snap one off. When he did, he took care of business quickly. He had six humiliations to think of.

Wear no bra during your shift

The next day Mr. Wilson called Maria into his office. She was wearing another flowered skirt and a white peasant blouse that clung to her breasts. She was so cocky, so sure of her own sexiness. Mr. Wilson was determined to get this girl taken down a peg. And then have her spread eagle on his desk where he could fuck her more roughly than he had ever dreamed of fucking his poor wife. His wife was, to put it politely, a prude. She only had sex after showering and Mr. Wilson could never confess his deepest, most base desires.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” asked Maria. Alex loved it when she said his name. It meant he was in charge. Not being harangued about taxes or the leaky kitchen pipe. He was a man. Not just someone to berate.

“I want you to take off your bra during this shift,” said Mr. Wilson with a smirk, enjoying it all the more when Maria went pale.

“I can’t do that, sir. I’m a- a DD,” she whispered.

“Look, you were the one who wanted to be humiliated, not me. And I’m telling you lose the bra, or the deal is off. If you want my cock that much, there will be sacrifices and embarrassment,” Where was this persona coming from? He loved it. He felt better than he had in months.

Maria stormed off in a huff and Alex stared after her. He really had no idea what she was going to do. But an hour later he saw her stacking books in the nonfiction section. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Not only that but (he stared hungrily) her areolas were visible through the white of her shirt. He could see her puckered nipples through her shirt and knew they were begging for attention.

“Shameless,” Alex jumped. He had not noticed Mrs. Caviar approach from behind. “They invented bras for a reason, you know” she said, bitterly. Mrs. Caviar had not needed a bra a day in her life.

“Indeed,” Mr. Wilson said, shielding his erection with a clipboard. Other people had noticed! This was going to be quite humiliating for her. He almost shivered with excitement.

“Little tart,” said Mrs. Caviar, spitefully before going off to sort the movies. Mr. Wilson approached Maria rapidly, sweat on her brow from handling so many books. “Staff Room. Now. Those nipples are mine,” he whispered urgently. Maria spilled all her books everywhere.

Five minutes later he had ripped open her shirt and was suckling on her nipples. They were hardened for his touch and his tongue. “Alex,” whimpered Maria. His cock twitched. It felt so good to motorboat these tits. They smelled good too, like citrus with just a tang of sweat. They didn’t look real, he marveled, staring at them. When he finished, he kissed Maria gently. On the lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, looking into her eyes. He was surprised by what he saw there. He left the room before his own eyes could betray him similarly.

Wear no panties during your shift

The next day Mr. Wilson was excited to see her skirt was even shorter than usual. Surely she couldn’t have known? Once again she was called to his office. If anyone wondered why they were spending so much time together, they didn’t question it.

“Lose the panties today,” he said with a broad smile.

“I can’t. I didn’t- I didn’t- I didn’t even shave,” whispered Maria, hanging her head at the idea of not being sexy. Little did she know, Mr. Wilson preferred a small amount of pubic hair. Complete baldness freaked him out a little, reminded him of a prepubescent teen. And Maria was young as it was (though she was 22). He also liked the smell, the earthiness. His wife was disgusted by this. She shaved every day.

“That’s your problem,” said Mr. Wilson. He loved being mean to her. He could finally be the boss, be in charge. He didn’t have to be at the mercy of someone else. Maria nodded. She knew she was in too deep. He watched her walk off to the bathrooms.

She returned walking very carefully. Even so Mrs. Caviar eyed her disapprovingly. Maybe the other woman knew already. He wondered who else would realize.

Much to amusement, she had to shelve books on the higher shelves today which meant standing on the stools. There were a couple of boys who were standing next to her who started cracking up and talking to her. Mr. Wilson hid behind the shelves to hear better.

“You don’t believe in underwear? I wish my girlfriend didn’t. You should probably trim though. That’s quite a bush,” the guy with the beard was saying. Maria looked like she might cry. Alex wondered how Escort Akdere far he should push her. If he pushed her too far, she might stop the game.

Another boy chimed in. “I don’t mind bush. I think she likes it. I can smell it on her,” Mr. Wilson sniffed the air. Sure enough, her arousal was pungent in the air. He didn’t interfere as the boys continued to tease her but longed to rub his cock through his pants.

When they finally left, he came over to her.

“And how was that?””

“You’re a bastard,” she said without looking at him. Her face was scarlet.

“Is that any way to talk to your future lover?” he said, with a friendly smile. A smile snuck across Maria’s face and Alex’s heart sung. Why did she have to be so young? Alex realized he could see up her skirt. A dark patch concealed most of her secret but he could see the glistening on her thighs and realized the interaction with the boys had really set her off.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“You know I did,” she whispered.

“I’m glad,” There was sexually charged silence between the two before Mr. Wilson reluctantly returned to his duties. He couldn’t humiliate Maria at the library if he got fired. And his wife would kill him. Just like she would if she found out about Maria.

Wear a remote control vibrator in your panties

The next day he didn’t even have to ask. Maria just reported to his desk. He handed her a small, egg-shaped object. Maria examined it suspiciously.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see. Go and put it in your panties,” Maria regarded him warily but went off to do as he said. Ahhh, it was nice for someone to actually do what he told them to. He gave it about half an hour then retrieved the remote control from his desk. Maria was shelving graphic novels in the young adult section when she bent over suddenly.

“Ooo,” she said. Heads turned across the library.

“Cramps,” whispered Maria, mortified. Mr. Wilson smirked. Maria came stomping over to his office.

“How can I possibly work with you doing that?” she hissed.

“My bad. I didn’t know you actually wanted to work,” Mr. Wilson replied, evenly. Maria flushed as he held down the button again. He saw pleasure cross her face and moaned aloud. She looked so sweet when she was aroused. He pictured the bullet nestled between two wet pussy lips.

For the rest of the afternoon, he hit the button intermittently. By the newspapers (he noticed one man studying her ass as she spasmed back and forth), by the reference books, (a teacher looked on in concern as she panted loudly) and closing up the movie section.

“Do you hear something?” asked Mrs. Caviar asked the two of them draped the blanket over the movies to signal they were closed.

“No,” said Maria, quickly.

“I hear buzzing,” Mrs. Caviar said, suspiciously. Mr. Wilson intervened just then asking if Maria could possibly help him take the signs in. Mrs. Caviar rolled her eyes.

“Honestly, Alex, your wife is right. You are useless,” she said. Mr. Wilson forgot Mrs. Caviar was in the same Bible Study as his wife. Bitch. He looked at Maria. She was looking away dejectedly.

Once they were outside with no one in sight, Mr. Wilson took Maria, pushed her behind a pillar and kissed her passionately. His tongue explored her mouth which tasted like glazed dougnuts (she had been sneaking treats from the Staff Room again). He looked up at her and met her eyes.

“I’m crazy about you,” he said delusional.

“Don’t let your wife hear that,” said Maria, bitterly.

“I’m not crazy about her,” and for the final time he hit the remote control. Maria almost collapsed in his arms as the pleasure grew more and more intense.

“Oh, fuck,” she keened and Alex had to put his hand over her mouth, because she was getting dangerously loud. She began to rub him through his pants and he cursed under his breath. He was slowly losing control, tempted to throw her back against the wall and fuck her right her, damn the other three humiliations.

“Are you done with the signs yet?” said Mrs. Caviar and they sprang apart. She rounded the corner, looking more irritated than suspicious. “I like to be home by 10 before all the idiots are on the road,” She glared at Maria as though her age made her an idiot by default. Alex rolled his eyes. The three of them moved the signs in and closed the library.

Wear a butt plug

Alex felt shy the next day when Maria came in the office to get her assignment. He tried not to show it though. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention he slipped Maria her assignment and a small bottle of lube.

“A butt plug?” whispered Maria, blushing. Alex nodded. He had been fantasizing about Maria’s rosebud all night. He bet it smelled earthy. The thought of her having something in her butt all day made his cock stand at attention. “I’ve never had anything in my butt before,” she whispered.

“That’s what the lube is Akdere Escort for,” he said, “It might feel a little odd at first, but it shouldn’t hurt,” He remembered the day he had asked his wife to wear a butt plug. She had thrown a picture frame at him then called him a disgusting pervert. Maybe he was. He was fantasizing about a 22-year-olds butthole. But it felt so good. Maria disappeared to the bathroom. He was fascinated to see her emerge about seven minutes later walking a little funny.

Usually, Maria’s job involved shelving books but on this occasion she was stamping discarded books. Which meant sitting down. On her butt plug. The office was empty when Alex slipped in.

“How does it feel?”

“Honestly? It feels like I have to poop,” She squirmed uncomfortably but she was breathing faster as though she was aroused.

“And that turns you on?” Alex was amused and also mentally taking notes. Maria hung her head with shame.

“I never realized it but I love being full,” Alex was so tempted to take his cock out right there and make her suck it but it was just too risky.

“Did it go in easy?” he asked.

“I had to finger myself a little,” admitted Maria, shyly. That made sense, it was a big buttplug for a first timer. But he was confident Maria could handle it.

“I have instructions for tomorrow. I want you to drink three bottles of water before you come in for your shift and not go to the bathroom,” Alex said carefully. Maria regarded him.

“You’re into that kind of thing?” Now it was Alex’s turn to blush. Honestly, all things bathroom related fascinated him and aroused him. But he couldn’t scare her. He couldn’t have her thinking he was a pervert like his wife did. He would do anything to keep Maria’s high opinion of him.

Drink three bottles of water and do NOT go to the bathroom

Maria was stamping discarded books again. Her legs were crossed and she was shivering. She was full of four bottles of water (he had given her another bottle once she arrived).

“If you think you are going to leak, stand up. I don’t want you getting it on the chair,” Maria crept off the chair doing the potty dance with every move. It was insanely arousing. “Now apply some pressure to your bladder,” Maria groaned and she blushed bright red.

“I leaked a little,” she whispered.

“You what?” Alex asked, though he had heard her perfectly clearly.

“I leaked!” she said, definitely not using her library voice and then hid her head in her hands.

“You leaked,” repeated Alex, applying gentle pressure of his own to her swollen bladder. He heard the sound of water hitting the floor. She had dribbled through her panties onto the carpet. He smirked. Maria was mortified.

“You can go to the bathroom,” he finally said. Maria, looking relieved, prepared to dash off to the staff bathroom. “But you have to let me watch,” he added. He was nervous about this. It was a fetish but what if Maria didn’t share it?

She was as red as he had ever seen her but she nodded and after making sure no one was close to the staff room they entered the Staff Bathroom. Maria immediately pulled down her panties. There was no time for modesty. The smell of piss was strong in the air. She began to let go and it was like a firehose. Her stream was hard and steady and he watched the look of peace come over her as she sat on the toilet, legs spread. He saw a sizable stain in her panties. He could also smell the scent of her pussy in the bathroom and his pants were getting very tight.

When she had finished, she meekly stood up and wiped herself front to back. She flushed and washed her hands demurely like she hadn’t just let a man twice her age watch her pee out four bottles of water. She was clearly embarrassed, and Alex grabbed her and pulled her to him. She could feel his hard cock through his pants.

“That’s what you do to me, you slutty little temptress. Tomorrow, all right? Your last humiliation is tomorrow. Let’s do it tomorrow night. Please,” his voice trembled a little. He needed her. God, how he needed this young pussy.

“Okay,” Maria was trembling too because she was honestly coming to care for this man, trapped in a miserable marriage. Honestly, she was just as crazy about him as he was about her. And she’d do anything to prove it.

Take laxatives

“I won’t do that,” Maria resisted.

“Maria, I’ve seen your cunt. I’ve watched you piss yourself. I offered you a butt plug. Surely, this can’t be anymore embarrassing,” he said holding the bottle out to her.

“Of course, it’s embarrassing,” Maria hissed. Then, looking around, she said, “I didn’t wear diapers you know,” Hmm that could be fun another time. Realizing she had given him another naughty idea, Maria grabbed the bottle and stormed off too take it or to dispose of it, he wasn’t entirely sure. Had he pushed her too far? But she seemed receptive to him when he came up to her in the audiobooks section. And then he smelled in. It was one of the worst smells he had ever inhaled, and he knew instinctively she had taken the laxatives.

“Nice aroma,” he complimented her with a broad grin.

“You smell that?” she asked in horror. She frantically started fanning the air around them, attracting the attention of patrons. Alex laughed.

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