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When I first saw Karyn, there was only one thing I was sure of…

There wasn’t going to be anything between the two of us. Not that there should have been, because after all, Karyn Miller wasn’t coming to my house for my personal amusement. She was a Home Health Aide, assigned to visit me four times a week as I recovered from back surgery, and the first day we spent together was a little bit testy.

She arrived with a cellphone plastered to her ear, which drove me crazy from the start, and after she continued to yak away and treat me as an afterthought for as long as I could stand, I finally said something.

I’ve never been known as a wallflower, preferring to just say what was on my mind, and while I never did it in a malicious way, I usually made my point. Whatever I said seemed to make an impression, because that was the last time the phone made more than the briefest appearance.

I think Karyn respected my honesty, in part because she might have been a lot like me in some ways. Her manner was a bit blunt too, and was not shy in the least. That went with her appearance, which was – let’s just say she was not going to be mistaken for the fairy princess.

Karyn’s looks seemed to scream out that she was a lesbian. The first time she visited my place, she was wearing a red flannel shirt and blue jeans. That was fine by me, but it was about as feminine as she would ever look.

Her mannish clothing matched her features, which further underlined her lack of interest in trying to be any traditional type of woman. Her facial features were very severe looking, with no make-up, and her jet black hair cut very short and combed back.

Her body seemed to be more suited for a football uniform as well, although it was tough to be sure under that flannel shirt which made her seem rather shapeless. She definitely had broad shoulders and a great deal of strength as well, as she showed when helping me move around. At about four inches shorter than my six foot height, I was certain that she could handle herself in the ring, even before she told me that she boxed as a hobby.

“Weightlifting too,” Karyn added when I commented on her strength in a complimentary way, resisting the urge to say something along the lines about her being able to toss me out the window if I got fresh.

I couldn’t imagine any guys coming on to her like that, because she wasn’t very attractive, at least not in the traditional manner. Then again, I’m not a guy that gets every excited over what most other guys do. I like a woman a little rough around the edges; ones that don’t follow the latest fashion trends or race to the waxing salon every other day.

That sure described Karyn, but I had no delusions about anything happening between us. She was there to do a job, and besides, as she pointed out early in our getting to know each other, she had a girlfriend.

Karyn looked at me for my reaction to that, but I remained stone-faced. It would have been hard to be surprised at that, although it did trigger some fantasies in me. I imagined mostly what Karyn would like naked.

I do that to almost every woman I see. I find all women interesting looking in one way or another, so my fantasizing wasn’t anything special in this case. I suspected that Karyn would likely have an abundance of body hair, basing that on her bushy eyebrows and the faint swirl of down around the front of her ears, and while I knew that there wasn’t any way I was going Yenikent Escort to ever find out, it was fun to use my imagination as we interacted.

Little did I know…

I was going to find out the answer to my rhetorical wondering. Karyn had offered to help me take a bath, and while I initially turned her down like I had before, her ribbing got the best of me.

“Promise I won’t look at your goodies if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Karyn said with a wry grin, a product of our relationship becoming much more friendly after the rocky start. “I know some guys are shy like that.”

“I suppose I could use the bath and your help,” I said, and let her bring me into the bathroom.

Karyn helped me off with my pajama top before turning on the water. I managed to unsnap the clasp on my pajama bottoms and let them slide to my ankles, and Karyn helped me step out of them before setting up the chair in the tub.

“Thought you promised not to look,” I reminded her after catching her take a second look at my crotch.

“Busted,” she said with a laugh, and after checking the temperature of the running water Karyn began to unbutton her flannel shirt.

“Don’t worry,” Karyn said when she saw my eyes widen as her fingers flew down the row of buttons. “I’ve got a t-shirt on underneath. Don’t want to give you nausea or a heart attack on top of your back problem.”

Karyn was being self-depreciating, but when she pulled that flannel shirt off and went back to adjusting the temperature of the water, I realized that she didn’t know much about me at all. Judging by the way my cock was stiffening, she would soon enough.

Karyn was wearing a white t-shirt – one of those wife beater tank-tops – and although I’m sure she didn’t wear it to intentionally excite me, the sight of her impressive physique did just that to me.

From behind, Karyn’s neck and shoulders were incredibly broad and muscular, and I could see part of a large flaming red tattoo of a dragon of some kind that peeked out at the neck and arm holes of the shirt.

There was a black tattoo around her right bicep, a thick chain that completely circled a bicep that was bigger than mine, and when my eyes drifted near that area of Karyn’s body I knew that any hopes of not having a full-blown erection in seconds were gone.

“Don’t get out much, do you Tony?” Karyn quipped after she did a double take when she first saw my swollen cock bobbing in front of me.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize,” Karyn said as she helped me get into the tub and settle myself on the seat. “Not many guys get wood looking at me.”

“It’s just that I find your body art very erotic,” I admitted.

“Oh, you dig tattoos?” Karyn asked, and then, after looking at my unmarked body, shook her head in confusion. “How come you don’t have any ink then?”

“I meant your armpit hair,” I told her, having seen what looked to be a generous tuft of coal black hair under her arm when I watched her from behind.

“Oh, this?” Karyn asked casually, and then proceeded to lift her arm and look over at her armpit.

The tuft of hair in the surprisingly deep hollow of her armpit was thick and dense, and I hoped she hadn’t seen my cock jerk upward involuntarily as the blood surged through it.

“Yeah,” Karyn continued as she raked her fingers through the jungle of hair, almost as if she was fluffing it up for me. “I haven’t shaved Yenikent Escort Bayan them in about a month, since my last bodybuilding competition. I compete in the “natural” division, but the natural means without steroids. The judges don’t look kindly on pit hair, maybe because it hides the muscle definition here.”

Now Karyn was gesturing with her hand to the various muscles in her shoulder and upper arm, and if she was trying to excite me with her totally innocent anatomy lesson she couldn’t have done it better.

“I see,” I said, my hands gripping the sides of the tub so hard that I could almost imagine leaving the impressions of my fingers embedded in the porcelain. “That’s too bad. Guess I’d make a lousy judge then.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting as far as breasts go, but I certainly wasn’t expecting what I saw, because while I could see the outline of what appeared to be very large nipples, Karyn didn’t seem to have breasts at all. Her pectoral muscles were impressive but as far as actual definable breasts, Karyn didn’t appear to have any.

Part of me was actually wondering whether Karyn could pass for a man, while another part of me was wondering why I was so aroused by this woman who was so mannish looking. Maybe I’m getting senile at 60, or perhaps being lonely was part of it, but the fact was that I had a raging erection from looking at Karyn’s shoulder muscles ripple and the jungle of dense black hair that filled the deep pocket of her armpit which was so close to my face.

“Go ahead,” Karyn said, breaking me out of the trance I was in.

Karyn’s hand was on my thigh, inches away from my cock which was so hard it was curling back toward me, and she had moved onto the edge of the tub while leaning toward me the her arm upraised, offering herself to me.

“Really, I don’t mind. I kinds dig it in a way,” Karyn said as I stared into the thick tuft of hair while my face moved closer, and when I glanced over expecting to see her laughing at me she wasn’t, but instead was just nodding.

Was I actually doing this? That was my thought as my cheeks were buffeted and surrounded by Karyn’s armpit hair, the softness of which both surprised and delighted me, and when I pressed my face into the thicket I earn Karyn let out a little moan.

It probably was a sight to see me sitting there with my face buried in this woman’s armpit, licking, chewing and sucking away like an animal, but I didn’t care. I reached up and grabbed Karyn’s bicep and held and caressed it, the muscle like iron in my grip.

The aroma of Karyn, and that’s what it was because she wasn’t wearing deodorant, so outside a faint soap taste and scent, this was all Karen and it sent shivers down my spine. Not floral or dainty in the least, but a musky scent that aroused me as much as her pit hair did.

Karyn was squirming on the bench, pressing herself into my face, and along with the various feral sounds I was making I could hear Karen’s heavy breathing as her chest heaved.

Then I felt Karyn’s hand grab my cock and start jerking it. My cry was muffled by the furry pocket my face was buried in as I came hard, and although I didn’t see my ejaculation I would see the mess all over the place when I eventually took my face out of Karyn’s underarm.

My face felt red as I emerged, partly from the exertion but also from embarrassment, but Karyn seemed totally at ease with what had just gone Escort Yenikent on.

“Don’t usually do that,” Karyn said as she wiped a rope of my cum off of her wrist. “Got a little carried away there. That’s as far as I’ve ever gone with a guy.”

“I can’t believe I did that,” I said. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“If it makes you feel better that isn’t the first time for me,” Karyn admitted. “Although usually it’s girls that I have do it.”

“I used to nibble under my wife’s arms,” I confessed. “I liked doing it but this – whew!”

“I like it too. I love to have people look at my body, especially if they look at me like you did,” Karyn said. “Turns me on. I guess I’ve got sensitive armpits, but you should see what happens when my pits get licked after they’re shaved and I can really feel the tongue. I’ve had orgasms just from that.”

“I’d like to see that,” I said, trying to imagine what that craters would look like smooth.

“Well, if I’m still coming here at the end of the month maybe you can,” Karyn said. “I’ve got a bodybuilding competition coming up so I’ll have to shave.”

“I’d be glad to help with that,” I offered as my bath neared the end.

“Sorry, I’ve got a girlfriend who would get pissed off if I let somebody else do it,” Karyn declared. “Besides, there are other areas that need work too. I’m high maintenance as far as body hair goes. Remember that I wear a bathing suit for these competitions and down below needs a whole lot of gardening”

“Really?”

“And I’ll bet you’d like to see that too, you dirty old man,” Karyn kidded.

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Millions of guys!” Karyn laughed. “Not all that many guys out there like you. Hell, I’ll bet that you’ve been wondering whether the armpit you just lapped belonged to a man or a woman.”

“I – uh – well…” I babbled, impressed by her ESP.

“I don’t take it as an insult,” Karyn explained. “I look the way I do on purpose, because I like the way I look, and if anybody else likes it, all the better.”

Karyn stood up and calmly dropped her jeans to her thigh while I protested weakly that I was sure she was a woman, but I looked at what she was showing me. Karyn was wearing rather modest white panties and were unable to contain the black curls that poured over the ides of the elastic.

Karyn eased the panties briefly to show that there was nothing under there but a lot of hair and a lot of woman, and even through the thick jungle I could see the plump labia below..

“Satisfied?” Karyn smiled. “I’m not your average woman, but I am one.”

“A beautiful one too,” I said. “Although I’m not sure whether that’s something you want to hear or not.”

“Of course I do,” Karyn replied as she helped me out of the top and dried me off. “You’re a sweet guy and I like you. Trust me when I say that I don’t make a habit of doing stuff like that.”

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“I guess the combination of you being a cool guy, along with your cock looking a whole lot like my favorite dildo got me feeling frisky,” Karyn confessed.

“You realize that the prospect of seeing those incredible armpits of yours shaved is likely to make me not want my back to get better all that fast,” I chided her.

“We’ll see,” Karyn said, and added, “Of course, they’re no law that says I couldn’t come by on my own.”

“Or for me to show up at one of your competition, as a fan or an assistant,” I suggested. “Don’t you bodybuilders get oiled up before you compete?”

“Boy, you’re trying to get rid of my girlfriend altogether,” Karyn laughed and then reminded me that no matter how charming I was there were things I would never be able to change. “I like you Tony, but I’m still gay.”

***

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I look around the bedroom and it was dark, very dark. There was nothing unusual about that, considering I had just woken up in the middle of the night suddenly. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was too dark, there was no light coming from the window, it was the darkest it had ever been. I reached up to my eyes and felt that they were covered, I had been blindfolded. I sat up quickly, wondering what was going on.

“Sir,” I asked knowing I would find answers from You.

“SShh babydoll. Don’t speak. We are going to play tonight. Just follow my orders, and I promise You that You are going to have a wonderful time. Trust me, that is all You need to do.”

I nodded my head yes, feeling a bit of relief come over me. The relief was mixed with excitement and nervousness. I always loved it when You had surprises for me. I knew this must be good, if You were waking me up in the middle of the night.”

“babydoll, I want you to get out of bed. Right down at the foot of the bed you will feel clothes lay there. Go ahead and put them on. Do not under any circumstance remove your blindfold. I will tell you when You can.”

I slowly got out of bed, and felt my way down to the end. I could feel that laid out there was a shirt, and jeans. No bra, and no panties.

I got dressed and stood there, trying to get a feel for where You were in the room.

You were not making any noise, so it was hard to tell what was going on.

“babydoll, take my hand. We are going to the truck. Walk carefully down the stairs, I do not want You tripping.”

I felt Your hand brush up against mine, and I grabbed hold. We started walking out of the bedroom to the front door. I wanted to ask where we were going, but knew better. We slowly made our way down the stairs, and came to the truck. You opened my door and I got in and You closed it, and went in to get in on Your side.

We left the drive way, and we drove. I do not know how long We drove. There was silence. At one point, it seemed like at least fifteen minutes later, I could hear You lighting a cigarette. “Hold out your hand.”

I did and You place a cigarette between my finders.”

We kept driving, had a few more smokes, so I know we had been on the road for awhile.

Suddenly we were slowing down. My heart was racing. I knew that what ever You had planned was about to happen.

You got out of the car, and came and let me out.

I could feel You standing right in front of me, very close to my face, as I could feel Your breath on me.

“I love you babydoll. I will not let anything bad happen to you. I will be very close to you tonight, you will never be out of my sight. I want you to remember that at anytime you feel that you can not handle what is going on, you are to say “red.” I will be a stop to the activities, we will go home, and we will pretend this evening never happened. I will love you no less, I will not hold it against you. Remember that. Ok?”

I nodded yes.

You took my hand once again and we started walking. I heard you open a door and we moved indoors.

“Strip”

I started to take my clothes off. You were taking my clothes from me as I did.

“Hands behind your back.

I moved my hands behind my back, as I did this you grabbed hold of my writs and handcuffed them.

I Temelli Escort felt you put something over my head and it slid down around my neck. It was not a necklace, it had some weight to it, and something was laying right above my breasts. My mind was racing trying to figure out what was going on.

You took me by the wrist and we moved just a few feet across the room.

“Kneel.”

I moved down to my knees. The ground was cold. It did not have carpet on it. It was some sort of tile.

” Remember everything I said to you outside babydoll. Tell me You love me.”

“I love You Sir.”

“Good girl. Now we will let the fun begin.” I could hear in Your voice that You were smiling.

It was very quite for a few minutes. You did not speak. I was not even sure where You were in the room. I kept moving my head around trying to hear, but there was just silence.

Without warning I heard the door open. I could hear footsteps. I became very nervous.

I heard a strange man laugh.

“Is this for real?,” he asked.

“Yes, it is. Enjoy.” I heard You say.

I was relieved to hear Your voice.

I could hear the footsteps coming closer to me. I wanted to speak out, but knew I would only get in trouble for doing that. I had to bite down on my lip.

I could feel someone standing very close to me. I heard a noise. I couldn’t place the sound it at that second. A second or so after that noise I was being covered in water, I could feel it falling on my breasts.

It didn’t take me long to realize this wasn’t water. It was warm, it had a smell to it. It clicked, it was piss. Someone was peeing on me. I didn’t know what to do. Who was peeing on me? What was going on, why was he peeing on me?

I opened my mouth to speak.

“Unless you are about to say red babydoll, I suggest you don’t say anything.”

I closed my mouth.

I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. It seemed like this man was peeing on me forever. He was drowning my chest.

“What about her face?” he asked.

I did not hear a response. But quickly realized what the answer was.

My face was hit with a stream of pee.

At first I did not know if I was enjoying this, or if it was the worst experience of my life. But as the pee ran down my face, dripping over my lips, I knew this was a very good time in my life.

The flow of piss stopped. I heard that noise again, it was his zipper.

I could feel him staring at me. I wondered what he was thinking. I tried not to think about it. I tried to focus on how I was feeling. With that thought, an instinct hit in, and I licked my lips dry.

“Oh, look at that, she does like it.” , the man said with a slight laugh in his voice.

“Yes, she does like it, she is nothing but a filthy dirty little piss slut.” You said back to the man.

I couldn’t help but to smile.

“Thanks.,” the man said. This was the most enjoyable piss I ever took.

I could hear him walking away. I heard the door open and close again.

“I knew you would enjoy this babydoll, you handled that very well.”

From how You said that I thought we were done. I was wrong.

Ten or so minutes pasted and the door opened again.

I heard voices, not just one voice Temelli Escort Bayan but two or three. The men where all laughing and talking. As they got closer they were still talking. Then one of them must have seen me.

“Damn guys, check this out. I have never seen anything like this in my life.” One of the guys said.

Another one replied to him. “Well we sure did hit the jack pot tonight.”

“Enjoy her men, she is here to be used.,” You said.

“Well if you insist.,” one of them said with a chuckle.

“Does she have a name?” one asked

“Yes, she is babydoll.”

“Well babydoll, I am Jack, and my friends here are Stephen, and Thomas.”

It seemed he paused waiting for a response. “She is not allowed to speak.” You told them.

“Ok, that’s cool.” Jack said

“Well guys, lets see if we can soak her.”

All three of them laughed.

As they were laughing I heard there zippers coming down. I felt a surge rush through me. I was about to have three strange men pee on me. my Master was there, watching and that thought turned me on even more. I was wondering how hard Your cock was at that moment. I could tell my pussy was getting wet, wondering if anyone could see that.

I didn’t have much time to let these thoughts pour through my mind, because once they had their zippers down, warm pee started splattering all over my body. They had to have been moving their cocks around because the piss was hitting me all over, my hair, my face, my chest, my legs. I was being covered with this warm wonderful liquid.

“Do you think it is ok if we piss in there?” One of the men said.

“Well it says there that we can.,” said Jack

“babydoll, open your mouth.” You ordered.

I started opening my mouth, before I could get it all the way open, it was being filled with pee. I started swallowing it. The taste was strong, but it was good. I had never felt so dirty in my entire life.

” Damn girl, drink it down.”

“Look, she is really enjoying herself.”

“She can’t get enough, what a little piss slut.”

“She is soaked and she is loving it.”

I could hear them, but their words were not focused. My insides were shaking, my pussy was on fire. I was about to cum.

My breathing started getting heavier and faster. Some sort of moans were coming out of my mouth.

“Go ahead babydoll, cum. Show them how much you like being covered in the piss of strange men.” You said.

With that an orgasm flooded my body. I was having trouble staying up on my knees. My whole body was shaking from the intensity.

“Boy, I have never seen a woman cum like that in my life.” Jack said

“To bad we are out of piss. Seems like such a waste leaving her like this.” Another one of the men said.

“You can cum on her if you would like. She is also a hungry little cum slut. She can’t get enough.” You told the men.

“Is she your girlfriend?,” one of them asked You.

“No, she is my wife and my slave.”

“Well damn, you should do have one hot sexy fucking wife and slave.”

“I know.” You said back to them, and I knew You were smiling.

I could hear the men had started stroking their cocks. I could hear their hands sliding up and down their shafts.

“One of you Escort Temelli guys reach down and unblindfold her. She loves watching men jerk off.”

With that one of the guys reached down and removed my blindfold.

I kept my eyes closed for a second, trying to adjust to the light. I blinked a few times and opened my eyes. I tried to focus on who was in front of me. Three black men where standing there with their cocks in their hands, with goofy smiles on their face. I looked up and them, and then scanned the room to find You. I looked over and You were sitting on a sink. We were in a bathroom, a public bathroom.

“Don’t look at me babydoll, look at their hard cocks. They are hard for you.”

I looked back at the men. Their cocks were ragging hard. They were very big, juicy, black.

“Pretty white girl, just soaking in our cocks, isn’t she guys?”

“Yep, she looks really hungry for them.”

“Yeah, my little slut has this thing for black cock. Why don’t you guys show her what black cock tastes like.”

“No problem.,” the guys said.

One of the men stepped up close to me. He smiled down at me. He took his finger and ran it across my lips, and then pried my mouth open. He removed his finger and shoved his cock in my mouth. He wasn’t easy about it. With one push he had forced his cock down to the back of my throat, I let out a noise from gagging on it.

“Oh, babydoll, is my big black cock too much for you to handle?”

I shook my head no, and suck in his cock some more, wanting to show him that it wasn’t too much. He let out a moan. I sucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I wrapped my lips as tightly around him as I could. I moved his hips back and forth thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking it like it was a cunt.

I could hear noises coming from the other two guys.

“Damn Stephen, we are going to cum. Let us in there so we can cum on her.”

The other two men walked up on each side of Stephen. With in seconds they were shooting their hot loads all over my face, while Stephen continued to fuck my face. Cum was hitting my face, my mouth was full of cock. My pussy was dripping wet. With in a few seconds Stephen was pulling my head down on his cock.

“Swallow it, you little slut.”

As he said this bursts of hot cut filled my mouth. It tasted wonderful.

He pulled out of my mouth, and the three of them looked down at me.

As they were stuffing their cocks back in their pants, they all had huge smiles on their faces.

“Thank you babydoll, that was wonderful.”

I looked up and smiled.

They left. And You walked over to me.

“You are such a good girl babydoll. You have pleased me a lot lately, and I wanted to reward you. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

I nodded yes.

“Good. Now stand up.” I stood up and you reached around took the handcuffs off.

I want you to go over to the sink and wash your face, and then get dressed.

I walked over to the sink. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was soaking wet. I was wet from piss and cum. I looked a mess, but it was a good kind of mess. Something caught my eye and I looked down. I was wearing a sign. That is what You had put around my neck. It read: New toilet. Feel free to use, as you wish. I smiled, and looked around at you. You could tell I wanted to say something.

“Speak babydoll, you may talk freely now.”

“I love you Sir. Thank you.”

“I love you too babydoll, now lets go home, and I will put you in the tub and give you a nice bath.”

With that, we walked out the door and headed home.

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Luke Whittingham is an artist. He was born in 1967. He was prominent in the 90s on the London Art scene. His most famous work to date is “Committed to Death” (2004), an installation which can be seen in The Royal Academy, London. He currently lives in SoHo with his two cats. Lucy and Mary.

The shop window is full of televisions sets. Each one shows a different weather program. The mouths of the weather girls move in silence behind the pane. Tourists hide from the rain underneath the overhang of delis, coffee stands and theatre booths. Some art students sit in Burger King with cups of coffee. Their eyes dart from one visual flash to the next. Long hair – shopping bag – 99p – plastic chair – receipt – cigarette butt – yellow – purse – mobile phone – blue – umbrella – red – watch – shoes. Outside The Queen’s Head, Maudlin Jugglers and mime artists continue their routines in the fine drizzle. Above the office buildings clouds wait. If you could read lips you would know that The Weather girl is saying, “Rain, with sun, later. Sunny patches. Winds up to 70mph.”

“Wake up, you’re going to be late.”

“Me alone,” Whittingham rolls over.

Mary sweeps apart the curtains of the hotel room.

“It’s 6:30 in the evening. Get up,” says Mary.

“Ok, ok,” he drags the sheets over his head, and burrows under the pillow.

“You’ve got to be there in an hour. Get up,” she repeats.

“Christ.” Luke Whittingham is sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching for the bottle of vodka.

“Do you really need to do that?” says Mary.

“Yes, actually I do,” says Whittingham.

“Have a shower,” says Mary. Whittingham hired Mary as his token blond PR girl, not as his personal ball breaker. In this world she was his slave.

“Ok, Luke, the Limos here and Lucy is here to help you with you’re stuff. You need to be there by 8:30 to talk to the press. I need to get to the gallery. Call me if there are any problems,” says Mary after applying black lipstick.

Luke Whittingham, famous artist and alcoholic, rises from his chair and greets Lucy Mack, his personal assistant with an affable “Good morning, Luce.”

“Mr. Whittingham, we really need to go. There’s Champagne in the Limo and those other things you asked for,” says Lucy avoiding his gaze.

“Merci bout coup, Lucy Luce,” he says bringing to life a Cools Menthol, “These private views are a real bore, Luce. Can’t we just nip off to pub for a few G&Ts. They won’t even notice,” says Whittingham. She smiles and looks down.

Whittingham hoovers up a line of cocaine off the top of the glass coffee table.

“You know what happened last time, Luke,” warns Lucy.

“Oh, god,” says Whittingham.

Whittingham does remember the last time, it was the first time. They often found them selves the last ones in the office on Thursday nights. Lucy had kept up her professional guard and resisted his come-ons, but eventually he wore her down. Until she couldn’t resist, until her business suit shirt was hitched up above her hips and her panties were dangling from her stilettos. Whittingham remembers how her nipple ring scratched his chest and how her calf’s gripped his ass, pulling him in. He remembers her asking him to hurt her as he twisted he nipple. It was all over very quickly and he was out the door with an “I’ll make you famous.” It was his new, very annoying, catch phrase. Lucy wondered how many other women had been treated this way. They had never mentioned it again.

There are three sections in a standard limousine. The front section is where the driver sits behind the dark glass. The middle section has pull down seats on the driver’s side, three seats facing forward and a mini bar on the side opposite the sliding door. The back section is under the tinted back shield. Lucy sits in the middle section of the white limousine, ordered from PrimeLimo.com, with the mini-bar. She passes glasses of champagne back to Luke Whittingham, famous artist and millionaire, who is flanked by two female escorts from Elite Modeling London. One of them is stroking his hair while the other one is administering him a blow job.

“Fantastic!” Whittingham downs the first glass of Champagne as they turn out of the hotel’s underground car park.

“This was a great touch Luce. Now I know why I pay you so much,” he groans.

“Thank you, Mr Whittingham,” she’s gazing out the window at a homeless person huddled under a bus shelter, out of the rain. Would she always be his slave?

“Good evening, Whittingham, you old devil.” It’s Luke’s drinking buddy and “lad about town”, Daniel Hurst. His beer belly is sticking out from behind his Heineken t-shirt, but his Versace suit covers this quite well. He holds his cigarette between his teeth “Cheers mate. Great stuff again, I don’t know how you do it. You’re a fuckin’ genius mate, a fuckin’ genius. Cheers.” They clink champagne flutes.

“For fucks sake, Daniel. You could have at least stayed just below annihilated until this shit was over.” Whittingham is wearing a black Gucci suit and a black silk shirt from Fatih Escort Dior and pair of classic ray bans he saw Jack Nicholson wearing at the Oscars. Jack is a close personal friend.

“Don’t worry mate, here have another glass of Champagne and this,” says Daniel as he slips Whittingham the small package the size of a stamp.

“You are incorrigible, Daniel,” Whittingham says, heading for toilets.

“Here’s the exhibition program, Mr Whittingham,” says Lucy, handing him the neon pink pamphlet.

“Thanks Luce. God, what did I agree to this time? This is tasteless. Who OK’d this?” asks Whittingham.

“You did, Luke,” says Lucy. How long does this exhibition last?

The program outlines Whittingham’s new retrospective at the Derpertine Gallery in London’s Rabbit End.

NeoSpective by Luke Whittingham (21-10-2004)

This exhibition by controversial artist Luke Whittingham is an installation piece which plays upon the “Retrospective” phase of an artist’s career. Usually this era of an artist’s career is the final acceptance of the artist by the establishment into its elite club of internationally revered artists and results in the sale of many of the artist’s works to fashionable art galleries around the globe. It is seen as the peak of a respected artist’s career, a time for collectors and galleries to pay homage to a well established artist. The exhibition puts forward the idea that an artist who is at odds with this conveyer belt approach to art production should never have such an exhibition. Artist should always be pushing their boundaries and ways of representing ideas further. Hence the playful title of the exhibition. In some ways, paradoxically, the works on display for this exhibition are re-workings or thematically similar to the type of work the artist has always made. The conceptual framework of these works has become more complex while the individual works themselves have become more focused. The artist has always balanced the knowingness of conceptual art with the art styles of the naïve and childlike.

– Charlotte Hampling, Curator of NeoSpective (2004)

NeoSpective

1.”Serial Dudds” (2004) – Empty breakfast cereal boxes are set up to mimic the work of minimalist Donald Judd.

2.”Up and Coming” (2004) – Knowing Knows Dive 2 – Crashed airmail envelope paper planes recover and fly skyward. Sold.

3.”Persistence of Genius” (2004) – Children’s colored card used to make poster of sun, land and sky with the slogan arched around top of the sun.

4.”Silver Dreams” (2004) – Box covered in household formica. There is a window of silver foil like a cinema screen. The words on the screen read “Making It Is Easy”.

“Mr Whittingham, Are you ready for the press?” asks Lucy.

“If I must,” says Whittingham.

The Prieze Magazine journalist says, “Some critics say you are not a serious artist anymore. That you are taking the, pardon the phrase, taking the piss. How would you respond to this type of criticism?”

“I’m just not an existential artist. I’m not a demi-god passing on divine messages from some spiritual guru in heaven or hell. I’m just a guy who creates stuff out of the ideas that are around me. And when I went to the Judd exhibit I was left cold by his humourless po-faced work. So, I parodied it. It’s homage in a way, but, God, he needs to lighten up, live a little. I mean he lives locked away from people on this sort monastic ranch, where’s the fun in that?” says Whittingham.

“Luke, do you think this is your defining statement? There are rumours that you might give up producing art. That you’ve run out of ideas. You gonna do a Duchamp?” asks the hip journalist at the front.

“Well, that has crossed my mind, the frisson has gone, but as you know the money’s too good and I wouldn’t be able to meet up with you guys for our intellectual sparing, which I adore,” says Luke Whittingham. He sips his Champagne nonchalantly.

“Mr. Whittingham: what about the rumours that you’re dating Lady Penelope. Is it true?” calls a journalist from the back of the pack.

“That unfortunately is completely untrue. You rascals in the press.” He wags a nicotine finger drunkenly.

“So who are you dating?” asks another journalist.

“I have no significant others, at this moment,” says Whittingham.

A flash goes off.

Lucy steps in front of Luke Whittingham, contemporary art golden boy. Protect the master.

“No pictures, please. That’s all Mr. Whittingham has time for tonight. Enjoy the fresh salmon and may I remind you that the bar is free until 11. Enjoy,” says Lucy.

Back at the hotel, Whittingham opens a bottle of red wine. Soft classical music plays in the background and cold night air is coming in through the open window, a candle burns on the TV. There are scarves draped over all the lamps in the room. Whittingham is always very disappointed by the lighting in most of the hotels around Europe.

“Wine ladies?” asks Whittingham.

“Ok, I’ll try some, gets me in the mood.” Emma, a blonde Escort Fatih with big tits, is on her first job working for Elite Modeling London. She is still on the bed with a black dress on. Smoking.

“Of course, my dear,” says Whittingham.

“You’re a bit posh, aren’t you Luke.” Tiffany, a brunette with a big ass, has been on the scene for a while.

“That I am. I am also a very famous artist,” says Whittingham.

“Give us a glass then.” Tiffany takes off her panties to reveal her shaved pussy. She swallows half a glass of wine.

Tiffany sits down next to Whittingham. She leans across him and they start kissing.

“Oohh an expert,” she says as he flicks off her bra. She crawls on to the king size bed. Whittingham gets behind her and starts thrusting away. His skinny white body is in deep contrast to his slick greasy black hair. Tiffany says, “Easy tiger.” when he becomes too enthusiastic.

Shyly, Emma kneels beside Whittingham.

“Get them out then,” says Whittingham.

Emma gingerly rolls down her black nylon strapless dress.

“Here, put this on your tits.” Whittingham hands her a small bag of cocaine. He is still banging away at Tiffany, casually drinking his wine. Tiffany keeps on moaning falsely, as he sniffs the cocaine off Emma’s tits. Tiffany liked to make eye contact with her client when they were behind her. She, also, liked to open her mouth like she had seen other girls do in the videos. She had noticed that her rating had gone up on the website since she started using these two techniques.

“All I ever wanted to do was snort cocaine off beautiful models!” says Whittingham with one arm over his head, rodeo cowboy style.

The two girls leave a passed out Whittingham at 4am.

Tiffany says, “That guy is real posho twat, he should try getting a real job.”

“Yeah, but he paid us twice as much as normal. Wait until I tell Peter,” says Emma.

“Love, maybe you shouldn’t tell Peter,” says Tiffany.

“Oh yeah,” says Emma.

Lucy looks down at the front page of The Star.

The headline reads:

Luke Whittingham in Suicide Shenanigans.

The story goes on:

Controversial artist, Luke Whittingham, was early this morning found dead in his hotel room of a supposed drug overdose wearing only a pink leather mini skirt. Police on the scene disclosed that Whittingham was badly beaten but had ruled out foul play. Whittingham was 43. No significant others survive him but the London art world has mourned the passing of a talented artist.

Personal friend Daniel Hurst said “He was a great lad to go on the piss with. I’m devastated he stole my idea. You know, the ironic cocaine-hooker-suicide scene. He’ll go down in history as mega.” It is rumored that Daniel Hurst has been checked into rehab by concerned friends. As the scandal breaks, the two Elite Modeling London escorts who are rumored to have seen him alive last gave their comments to the Star last night “He was a shit shag but was generous in some ways.” said Tiffany, 21, of Sussex. While Emma, 19, from Middlesex said tellingly, “It was my first time with Elite. He seemed like a good bloke.” Lucy Mack, Whittingham’s Personal Assistant for over 10 years, had no comment as The Star went to press.

Luke Whittingham is reclining on a sun lounger by the hotel swimming pool. It’s another humid day in Bangkok. Across the pool, two girls are also sunbathing, wearing matching white bikinis, they haven’t moved one millimeter since they lay down at 11 this morning. They look eastern European from this distance. Whittingham motions to the bar staff. As the barman makes his way across, through the palm trees, Whittingham looks at the newspaper. Headline Reads: Luke Whittingham Funeral Today. There is no reaction on his face, then a slight smile.

“What would you like, sir?” says the barman.

“It’s John. Er, I’d like another Tequila Sunrise.” He lifts up his mirrored shades.

“Thank you, sir.” Off he goes.

“Make that two,” Whittingham says when the barman returns with the first. Off he goes.

It’s a month since Whittingham’s death and the newspapers have had a fantastic time with his obituary. There have been full page spreads in the broadsheets and more banal headlines in the tabloids. Tiffany and Emma are releasing a hotly anticipated yoga video next month. Some rather embarrassing nude pictures have been circulating around on the internet and even a fake sex tape of him and Ashlee Simpson, the sister of that Britney clone, Jessica Simpson. There has been talk of a show at Milan’s Space Gallery. Neospective was hailed as the best contemporary art show of 2004 and Cecil Seer, art collector and curator, bought “Set of Draws (Formica Box)” for a record undisclosed sum. Madonna has already bought “Up and Coming” from the Neopspective show. Whittingham knew his death would be good for business, but this is ridiculous. He sucks long and hard on the straw and the Tequila Sunrise rises fluently into to his mouth and down his throat.

It Fatih Escort Bayan seems that he might have got away with the ultimate con. He has cheated death and the media. He has finally pulled off his finest piece of work. “Committed to Death” is his most exuberant work yet. All the plans for faking his death and the intricacies of getting a new identity have all been chronicled in the book. Only one copy exists. How he dyed his hair and grew a beard and put on weight are only the surface details which pale into the background when the book turns to who is involved in this conspiracy. He is really only a pawn in a much wider propaganda. It would make him paranoid if he didn’t know that even the rich and powerful are pathetic. He hasn’t decided whether to put the book out for public display in the gallery, or to have it incased in glass, so no one can read it, therefore building the myth, always build the myth. As the sun goes behind the hotel, Whittingham floats around ideas in his head, as the tequila flows around his body, even his toes are numb.

Whittingham opens the door to his hotel room with the card. There is steam coming from the shower room. Whittingham turns on the TV, mutes the sound, and opens the complimentary drinks fridge. He pulls out an ice cold bottle of Corona and starts chugging from it as he walks into the bedroom.

“Are you drunk again?” Mary is wearing a white towel. Her hair is still wet from the shower.

“Remember you’re only my PR girl,” says Whittingham.

“Oh, Luke, for such a dim witted idiot, you sure have a big dick.” She walks over to him and they kiss.

“Darling, my manhood directly corresponds to the size of your arse,” says Whittingham.

“You are a bastard.” Her Irish accent has been replaced with some sort of posh London twang. Behind closed doors Mary treats Whittingham with the respect he deserves. The World sees a potential she sees a pathetic slave.

“Language dear, you are in the presence of genius,” says Whittingham. To her he is only skin and body parts. Parallel to the world we know there are other identities, other lives.

“Ho,ho, you’re a real bastard, Luke,” says Mary. To the public Luke is God. Mary knows that in a broader context, Luke is only an artist. He is only a powerless image to condense and sell. He wants to be a slave.

“So they say,” he finishes off the bottle of Corona. Could Corona do an advert for Luke Whittingham?

“Mick says that they are all set, a couple of months, maybe a year. They want to maximize your return. So that means me and you can get down to some serious fucking,” says Mary dropping the towel.

“Not so fast my dear, I have to consider my options and besides your tits are sun burnt,” smirks Whittingham.

“What do you mean? Consider your options. You’re going back to be Luke Whittingham, contemporary art genius or you’ll end up in a fucking body bag,” says Mary.

“Darling, the situation needs a rethink. The public is going to rip me to shreds, it’s a shot at everything that is holy. Death, the whole shebang. It’s never been done before,” says Whittingham.

“Well, you’ll have to take your chances, come on and fuck me you bastard.” Mary has positioned herself on the bed with her arse in the air.

“Jesus Christ,” says Whittingham. He avoids the challenge by leaving the room.

“Look at you, your gut’s hanging over your belt like a trucker and your beard, your beard is disgusting, Luke. What the fuck are you wearing, is that a football shirt? And those swimming trunks, Jesus mother of Mary. Stop drinking. Do you ever stop drinking?” says Mary.

“Not if I can help it.” Whittingham lurches over and kisses the Thai bikini girl behind the ear.

“They love us for our freedom, darling,” says Whittingham.

“It’s been two years, slave. We have to go now. They said in two weeks. You look like shit. Oh, for fucks sake, Luke.” Whittingham slithers over and kisses the other girl on the lips this time. This girl looks like a Russian call girl. After thirty seconds of tongue kissing, he rights himself and leans forward and does the cocaine off the chair he has positioned in front of him.

“Darling, I like it here. I’m taken by the way the sun shimmers on the pool’s delicate shimmering surface and way the Thai girls lick my cock,” says Whittingham.

“Luke, it’s over. Tomorrow you’re going to gym or I’m personally going to put a bullet in your head. I swear to Jesus,” says Mary.

The first few days in the gym are hard work but after he cuts down on the beer he is looking almost the same as before, if a little tired around the eyes. His mind, however, is now sluggish and his witty banter has spiraled down into ugliness. By day, Mary is working him hard with a regime of swimming in the morning, gym and then a sauna. By night, Mary is also working him very hard between the sheets. Whittingham barely has time to eat after the sauna before her mammoth breasts are bouncing up and down in his face and her big ass is grinding away on his now red raw dick. After a week he’s looking much trimmer, much emptier. The cocaine helps as well.

Mary has found the suit he was wearing the night of his death and bought a shirt which fits the description Whittingham slurred to her over dinner last night. Squid salad. Try saying that after nine Tequila Sunrises.

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Maula loves to sleep. She loves to remove herself from the pettiness of life and drift away in dreams. Dreams are better because they are never boring like life usually is. She dreams of blood, death, chaos. When she wakes she is always disappointed to find the world still exists. She goes on and hopes she will live to see it pass on.

As she stripped off her clothes she glanced in the mirror across the room. She looks at herself for a moment and then dismisses what she sees. Maula was impressive looking but she didn’t seem to know this. 5’11 of frail gothic beauty. Skin so white it made a redhead seemed tan. She avoided the sun for years to get this pale and still wasn’t satisfied. Her body was slender with breasts a bit large for her frame. A full head of ass length silky black hair. Her face was small with pretty dainty features that was unusually expressive. Typically twisted in a angry scowl and covered in thick messy makeup.

Tonight she sank into bed with a sign of relief. Finally she could be alone in her head. Kinda shitty she Ahievran Escort has to be alone in bed, but she could not be anything but distant to most people. They disgusted her with their idiocy. She laid down on the cool satin sheets. They were blood red and felt like water against her skin. Her skin enjoyed the coldness and her nipples hardened. Lust creeps up on you, like pain. She found herself with that lovely itch between her legs that just demanded to be satisfied. Her hand involuntarily slid across her stomach and caressed the pale flesh. Her belly was soft and concave. Her hands moved to her breasts and she massaged them. The nipples were hard beneath her greedy hands.

She couldn’t help one hand from creeping to her cunt. As she begin exploring her cunt the smell of her pussy made her even more aroused. She slid two fingers inside her pussy and cried out. Fingers thrust harder and rose her hips in time.

Then the door bell rang.

This was at such a horrible time, so she threw on a robe and Ahievran Escort Bayan stomped to the door intending to rip whoever it was a new asshole. She opened it and was thrown off to see someone from the goth club she went to occasionally. She didn’t know his name but they had had some good conversations. He was attractive in a skinny awkward kind of way. She could image him a dress. She was baffled as what to do when she noticed him checking her out. Her robe had come untied and she was completely nude in the front. ‘Fuck it, why not?’ she thought then she pulled him in the apartment by the belt. She dragged him to the bedroom and shoved him down on the bed.

They fought to get off his pants and then she marveled at his cock size. He was much bigger than he looked in his tight black pants. She licked the side of his cock and then took it in her mouth. the taste of his member was delicious. He writhed and moaned and thrust his hips at her. This was too much and her gag reflex kicked in. She choked but managed Escort Ahievran to take it all. He rode her mouth but she got tired of that quickly and she spat him out. He looked surprised but grateful when she climbed on top of his crotch. She put him in and started to ride. He pounded her cunt and she slammed back. harder and harder until there was almost more pain than pleasure. maula screamed and grinded down on his huge cock. While she came she ripped her nails down his pale chest. The scratches wept blood but neither cared.

Their philosophy was simple: Anything goes. Any position possible, and any hole possible. They took turns causing extremes of pain and pleasure. He took random objects and slid them inside of her dripping hole. She had a strap on underneath her bed and she rammed his ass until he begged her to stop. In revenge he rammed hers until she made a nasty mess while coming violently.

All that mattered was fucking. Anal, oral, vaginal. Which is what they did for the rest of the night until they both simply collapsed from exhaustion. They laid beside each other and just stared at one another. His back and chest were covered in gory scratches and the sheets were soaked in blood, shit, cum, and piss.

A thought made her laugh. She grinned and asked one thing which had been on her mind, “What the hell is your name?”

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I only made it through my terrible day because I knew my sweet little secret would be waiting for me. The day was bad from the first moment my eyes opened. I overslept because I had stayed up to late watching one of my favorite movies. My new boss was already pissed at me because I had been late a couple times already and she was a stickler—I was never more than 5 or 10 minutes late and it didn’t matter if my work was top notch or that I would stay late—she had found my one thing she could complain about and had pounced on it. I know I threatened her in many ways. Although I didn’t have an official title or anything I pretty much had ran the office of the little business I worked for, and as the business grew, the owner, a homely middle aged man, started to gain more self-confidence with the more money he made. He hit on me once—only once. No way was basically what I told him. Not long after that he hired my new boss, now the official office manager, a very good looking and very flighty lady who was also a catty bitch. She had only been there two weeks and I already was looking for another job. I know I will find one soon as my resume is stellar and that combined with my little secret keeps me sane.

By the end of the day I wanted to storm out and quit on the spot but I stopped myself. I would quit as soon I got the job offer I knew I was going to get by the end of the week right after I had my interview. I wasn’t going to give that bitch the satisfaction. As you can tell I like to call the shots in my life. Instead Kayaş Escort of storming out, I made one little text that was all I had to do. My place at 515 was all I wrote and I knew what I would find waiting for me.

As I drove home I even had a smile on my face for the first time all day. I walked up to my door and could hear soft pop music. The door was unlocked as I walked in I called out Where is my sweet Andy? Where is my little puppy? Immediately he came running up to me on all fours and I leaned down to pet him and scratch behind his ears as he reached up and licked my face excitedly. But don’t think that my pet was just your average, run of the mill Labrador retriever or anything. No Andy is my pet human puppy and personal slave who loves to serve me and make me happy more than anything else in his life. He is young, blonde with pretty blue eyes and oh so innocent looking. I knew better. He had greeted me naked on all fours, his cock rock hard his dog collar on ready to do whatever I wanted.

Bring me a glass of wine sweetie I commanded and headed back to my bedroom to get more comfortable. I took off my blouse and skirt but kept my black lace bra, panties, thigh high stockings and heals on. I leaned back on my bed and didn’t have to wait long when Andy arrived now standing with a glass of chardonnay on a silver tray. Good boy I said and patted him on the head.

Take my shoes off and rub my feet I order him next as I moved closer to the end of the bed. He kneeled before me Kayaş Escort Bayan and reverently took each shoe off. Would you like to me to take off your stockings for you as well he asked so very eagerly. You may I answered. He slowly took off my stockings and then begin to rub my feet so gently. Please may I lick your feet he asked. Yes you may and I leaned back and finally relaxed as he slowly massaged and then licked my feet eagerly once more.

I turned over and commanded him to rub my neck and shoulders. He loved this part because he could sit on the back of my legs and massage me and rub up and down my large but firm ass with his cock. I sat back up suddenly and pushed him back on the bed. I waved my pussy still in my black lace panties over him but not quite touching him and, took my bra off and stuffed my tits in his mouth. His eyes got really big and round and he looked like I was almost chocking him but I could tell by his even now harder, fully erect cock he loved it. I lowered my self on his belly and rubbed my clit up and down but still didn’t touch what I knew he wanted me to touch so badly. I writhed and moaned and when I knew I was going to come soon, I ripped my panties off, sat on his face and shoved my dripping wet pussy into his mouth and came all over him.

Oh please mistress he begged please can I come now. No I laughed I am not done with you yet and I leaned back and downed my glass of wine thirstily. Fetch me some more wine I told him and bring me some cheese Escort Kayaş and crackers too. He didn’t dare protest and did what I told him.

After I had had a little more to drink and nibbled at some cheese I allowed my sweet pet to have some cheese and a few sips of wine for being such a good boy. Now get off the bed you don’t belong here cutie. He sadly got off the bed and kneeled there waiting. I moved down to the foot of the bed and said Are you still hungry then I will let you eat my pussy again. Eagerly he lapped and lapped and again I was moaning and writhing but then I grabbed his hair and pulled him off of me and pulled him back on the bed.

Lay down I ordered him and he lay on his back his legs straight out his cock fully erect and already dripping. Please, Please Please was all he could say and then I silenced him again by sitting on his face. Up and down and round and round I rode his beautiful mouth but this time I grabbed his hard cock and stroked him slowly and then faster and faster as I rode him. He started to whimper and I knew if he could talk-if I wasn’t sitting on his face- he would be begging me again. Right as I felt myself getting ready to climax I finally said Yes My sweet pet you can come now too and as I screamed out my release and came all over his face again he came into my hand as I squeezed one last time.

Now get off the bed like a good boy and go clean yourself up I told him and his smile was huge as he gladly obliged. I leaned back fully satisfied. Don’t disturb me for a bit sweetie I called out to him as he was getting into the shower I am going to take a short nap and as I drifted off I was content knowing that when I woke up my sweet puppy would be curled up on the floor next to the bed waiting eagerly for me to wake up so we could play some more.

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I wake up, sunlight streaming into the bedroom windows. I check the time – it’s late morning. Good thing it’s Saturday. I look across the bed and see Nancy, she’s still asleep. Well, let’s see if I can awaken her.

“Nancy, time to wake up.” I watch as she opens her eyes, and I don’t catch that neutral emotional state any longer. In fact I’m catching a lot of confused mix of feelings. After a couple of seconds her emotions settle down and I catch happiness from her. Good.

Nancy turns towards me as she sits up pulling the covers off of both of us. Her eyes lock on my cock and she moves so her face is over my crotch. She starts crooning to my cock, nuzzling it with her face, kissing it while stroking my balls with her hand.

“Nancy be careful, I need to take one hell of a piss.” This is a great start, but I’m not sure if every command took hold so I need to test where she is at.

“Hmm, that sounds tasty. Let me put your cock in my mouth, then piss away.” Nancy wraps her lips around my piss hardened cock and starts suckling it. Grinning I try to relax and after a moment feel the urine start to flow through my urethra, past her lips pursed around the head of my cock and then into her hungry mouth. I watch her throat moving as she swallows, keeping up with my stream. Nancy’s eyes are closed, and I’m still getting a feeling of happiness coming from her, as well as a growing sensation of sexual excitement. Good, I think this validates my commands did take hold. Excellent in fact.

Nancy can’t keep up after the first couple of mouthfuls and I watch as piss starts to escape her lips and dribble down her face. I clamp my pelvic muscles down and stop the flow giving her a chance to catch up – she smiles gratefully and I filled her mouth again. We do this a few more times until my bladder is empty and I finish. She strokes my cock a couple of times while wiping her tongue along the tip of my cock getting the last drops. Nancy lets my cock out of her mouth and announces she has to pee also. I tell her to get a cup from the kitchen and meet me in the bathroom. I slip my jeans back on and walk down the hallway to the bathroom.

I head in there and Mark is still sound asleep. I hear Nancy at the door and motion her to come in. When she sees that Mark’s on the floor and I catch another bout of confusion, but now tinged with fear. I pull her over, putting her between Mark and myself. “No Nancy, it wasn’t a dream. Mark was here last night and I caught the two of you in bed. Obviously things can’t go back to what they were, the two of you made damn sure of that. There are going to be changes but I will keep you as my wife.”

I catch a feeling of relief from Nancy, I realize the fear I had gotten from her was probably based on her thinking I was going to kick her out. “I’m not going to divorce you over this. However from now on you are both my wife and my most special sex toy. I’ll let you play with and abuse Mark from time to time, but whatever your relationship was it’s over. Mark is nothing more to you than a plaything, something to amuse yourself with when I let you. And I have another woman in mind for him to be the property of. Do you understand?”

I catch relief, and then anger come from you. “I shouldn’t have gone out with him, I kind of knew where things were heading. I am so mad at that schmuck, looks like he is getting what he deserves. I still need to pee something fierce so I’m actually glad he’s right where he is.”

With that I see Nancy pull the now wet towel off of Mark and straddle him. “Look, the stupid idiot pissed himself. God he stinks, well here’s more for the asshole.” Nancy squats down over him and shoots a heavy stream of her pee onto his sleeping form. Interesting read I catch from her, a definite feeling of contempt as she looks at Mark.

I decide Mark needs to face the music. “Mark, it’s time to wake up.” His eyes open and starts to sputter since Nancy had decided his panty covered face needed some extra special soaking. I catch confusion, a surge of anger, indignation from him – then things calm down. Wow, now I sense happiness, contentment from the ass wipe. Well well, good to know. Nancy stops and steps back from the stinking sodden mess Mark is lying in. She is broadcasting so much contempt I think even Mark gets it.

“Nancy, I think Mark might be thirsty. Why not get him a cup of his favorite brew?” She turns to me, a nasty grin on her face. She takes the cup she still has in her hand, dips it into the toilet and fills it with the noxious smelling mix from the bowel.

Nancy looks at Mark with scorn on her face. “Mark dear, have a drink. You do look parched.” With that she passes the stinking cup to Mark.

He pulls the panties off his face and eagerly takes Lalahan Escort the cup, brings it to his mouth and drinks deeply. When he’s done he actually smacks his lips. I’m thinking I did too good of a job on this guy. Oh well, he should have stayed away from married women – especially from Nancy.

Then he puts the cup down on the floor, lays on his back and proceeds to piss on himself. Oh yeah, I did tell him to do that, didn’t I? Well, I have someone in mind who will be sure to train Mark to behave according to her needs and demands. Pal, you have no clue just what a lucky guy you are going to be…well maybe…depending how you define luck.

It dawns on me that Mark should be finding it difficult to lay on his back – then I see Nancy’s hairbrush lying next to him. The handle is still greasy from the Vaseline Nancy applied, but it’s mixed with shit. It probably slid out from his ass when he was sleeping.

Frankly I’m getting grossed out by gimp boy – the smell is getting nauseating. “Nancy, have this – your defective get this bathroom cleaned up. This is getting disgusting, he is your ‘friend’ so you take care of it. When he’s done you get bathed and dressed – yeah you better make the gimp get cleaned up too, I agree he stinks like a shit house. The two of you have some shopping to do.”

I head for the kitchen, get some coffee brewing and start on getting breakfast. I hear Nancy ordering Mark around – evidently the bathroom is getting scrubbed. That gal would make some DI proud the way she is getting into that asshole’s shit. I get the shopping list and double check my selections as I start eating. After a while I hear the shower running – I’ve added a few things to the list and settle back to finish my coffee.

Soon enough Nancy comes walking in, wearing a shear robe and toweling her hair. I had bought her lingerie over the last couple of years, she always refused to wear most of it. Well those days have changed for the better.

“Nancy get some coffee and sit down, I want to go over some things before you and your defect boy go shopping.” She gets a cup and fills it with coffee. She sits at the table next to me, adds some sugar and creamer. Hmm, I notice that Nancy is also leaving her robe open and showing a lot of cleavage. I’m liking this.

“Do I have to take him with? I don’t need him pissing his pants or acting creepy in public. He’s in the shower babbling about all sorts of weird things. He wanted to clean the toilet with his tongue, I told him to knock it off we don’t have time for his perversions. That asshole not only ruined my hairbrush but now the weirdo wants to keep it.”

“Yes you do. He’s your problem not mine, you are going to take care of it. You need to help him get clothes and makeup appropriate for the slutty sissy boy he’s become. Tell him if he can’t control himself in public you’ll castrate him and sell the video – that should get him to stop messing his pants.” Nancy giggles after hearing this one.

“That’s settled then. Get Mark a couple sets of your older panties and bras and help him get them on, then have him throw out the underwear he was wearing last night. Have him get you some new sexy things while you are shopping for him, whatever you think I’d like to see you in as replacements.” I see Nancy smile at that. And she loosens her robe up more exposing her lovely breasts. Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day I think to myself.

“Mark is going to need bras, panties, garter belts and stockings as well as makeup. As tawdry, cheap and slutty as you can find for him. Oh, and get him to buy a sleazy maids outfit and some kind of crappy wig for tonight. Yeah, better have him get some high heels too. Those can be cheap, we don’t care if his feet hurt at the end of the night do we.” Nancy’s smile turns into a naughty grin, and I see her start to caress her breasts while we talk about Mark. My cock is getting hard watching her.

“While you two are out I have some calls to make about Mark. I have just the right person in mind for him, and we will probably have company tonight.” I watch as Nancy sips her coffee, I put the list in front of her.

Nancy puts her coffee down, glances at the list. “I’ve got some old panties I use for heavy flow days – those should suit him just fine. And some old bras that are all sweat stained. This is going to be an expensive day, who is paying for all of this? And are all these toys for Mark? Or do I get to have some of these goodies too?”

I get up from the table and walk over to Nancy. She pulls her robe back so her breasts are fully exposed then brings her hands to my crotch, unzips my pants and reaches in for my cock. Good girl. She pulls my dick out and wraps her lips around Escort Lalahan the head of it, licking it with the tip of her tongue.

“Mark pays for anything you need from this day forward. And yes, a lot of this list is for you. Do you like what I’ve picked out?” Nancy is busy sucking on my now erect cock – she always did have skills when it came to blow jobs. I don’t see any reason to hold back so I grab her head in both hands and start fucking her face. I’m using her mouth to jerk off with – and come spewing my load into her mouth. Nancy looks up and meets my eyes, smiles around my cock throbbing in her mouth. I pull out partially, leaving the tip of my dick in her mouth and she swallows, savoring the load from my balls. She gives my cock a couple of strokes then licks up the remaining globs of sperm left behind. She releases me and gives my cock head a little kiss then takes a swallow of her coffee.

“Thank you that was a scrumptious snack. That’s the kind of protein shake a girl should love to have first thing in the morning. But I think Mark is going to spring for brunch once I get his ass out the door. And yes, my pussy is getting moist thinking of that list you made, I like your choices. If I see anything you missed is it okay if I get it?”

I zip up, grinning down at her. “As long as Mark’s bank balance can handle it, the sky’s the limit. Now get your pretty ass dressed and the gimp moving. I have things to do myself.” Nancy licks her lips while looking at me, gets up from the table and saunters out of the kitchen. She leaves her robe open and walks with her hips swaying suggestively. I check and catch an interesting read – happiness, contentment.

I hear her calling for Mark, I decide to follow as I just don’t trust these two alone yet. I walk into the bedroom and sit in the chair I had left from earlier. Nancy is already in there and smirks at me as she keeps her robe open exposing her pretty tits and lovely pussy. She changes to a glower as Mark comes walking in wearing a towel. Well, at least he took a shower.

“Gimp – who said you could cover yourself? Drop that towel, I want to see that worthless piece of meat between your pathetic legs.” What the heck did I do? Wow – she is really getting into this – I’m starting to think Mark boy put more pressure onto Nancy than she ever let on. Still, I didn’t hear about a gun being placed against her head forcing her into something. Hmm, I need to keep an eye on this. In the end, she was my wife when she decided to suck the cock of this piece of shit. And more. A lot more from what she told me.

Anyway Mark drops his towel. Nancy saunters over to him, making a big show of allowing her robe to fall off her body. “Kneel you sissy boy cock sucker. And don’t you dare piss yourself until you are told to. If you can’t control yourself I’ll get my web cam and start a little show featuring Mark the sissy boy and his pathetic worm of a penis. Once I get an audience of perverts just like you I’ll take a pinking shears to your junk and snip! Off it all goes.” Ouch!

Mark is on his knees and has both hands around his junk – he’s actually getting pale and blubbering. Good for Nancy – she is putting that asshole in his place.

Nancy walks to her dresser and pulls out some really ragged looking panties, along with a pair of nasty looking bras. Jeez, even I never saw that stuff. She strolls over to Mark and drops the panties on the floor in front of him. Mark stares at the stained and well used women’s undergarments in front of him.

“Here gimp, I hear you have this pathetic need to wear woman’s clothing. Last time I wore those panties my menstrual flow was horrid – I had to wear mega pads as well as heavy duty tampons and I still ended up staining the shit out of them. Hope they feel good on your balls you douchebag.”

Then she drapes the two bras around his neck. “I’m too embarrassed to wear those bras, they are worn out and sweat stained. I think the last time I wore those it was August and I was sweating like a pig moving into this apartment. I don’t think I shaved my pits for a month I was so busy and I sure can’t think I ever got the stink out of them. God look at you – can’t you control yourself? That slimy little miserable cock of yours is getting hard. I can’t take you out in public like this. Jerk it off you pervert.”

I have to admit, at this point I’m feeling vicious towards Mark. I give him a good jolt – amp his sexual excitement but also juice up his feelings of happiness and joy. Dumb bastard.

He’s staring at Nancy, popeyed and open mouthed, a real live drooling pervert jerking his cock off like there isn’t going to be a tomorrow. He spews his load on a pair of the panties right in front of him.

He Lalahan Escort Bayan squeezes the last of the cum out of his dick onto the panties then brings them to his mouth and licks off his sperm. Nancy stares at him haughtily – god the woman is naked and is awesome putting this schmuck in his place. Good for her but what the heck kind of she devil did I release?

Mark has the panties in his mouth sucking the last of his semen off the fabric, his eyes are closed and he looks lost in a world of his own. Nancy walks behind him and gives him a solid kick to the balls. I cringe hearing it, but Mark just moans and continues to suck on the panties in his mouth.

“You useless turd, at least you have the decency to clean up after yourself. Done? Good, now pull those panties out of your mouth and put them on your skanky ass. Does the little boy’s balls feel all nice in the woman’s panties? Faggot. Then put a bra on – I don’t care if it’s too small for you. You don’t have tits anyways you fucked up dick licker.” Holy crap, I don’t know what it was exactly what I did, but I’m really starting to like it.

Mark gets dressed in the cummed on panties and the foulest of the bras that Nancy gave him. Nancy walks around him, surveying how he looks. The panties fit okay but the bra is obviously tight on his chest. That won’t feel good in a couple of hours, his skin is all puckered over the fabric. Tough shit asshole.

Nancy walks back to her dresser and pulls out a measuring tape. “Get over her sissy boy, let’s get some measurements so we know what to get for the problem child.” Mark walks over and Nancy gets whatever sizes she needs.

Nancy puts the tape away then points Mark over to where he left his clothes the night before. “Get your stuff and go into the bathroom. That’s your room from now on for as long as you are over here. You disgust all of us, get dressed and wait for me. And throw those disgusting underpants of yours away. I used them to wipe grease and the disgusting leavings of your ass off my hands last night. Make sure you are presentable for the public. No more pissing on yourself or jerking off you piece of shit or it’s the pinking shears for real.”

Once Mark has left Nancy walks over to where I’m sitting. Standing in front of me she starts to caress her breasts, brings her hands down her belly to her pussy.

“Drinking your piss, then eating your cum while looking at that list and finally dealing with Mark has made me very horny. Can we please do something about that before I leave?”

I pull her into my lap. Even through the jeans I’m wearing I still feel her soft full bottom on my cock. “I’m not ready to come yet. Finger your pussy while I play with your tits.” Before last night this is something Nancy would never have done. Too unladylike, too ‘yucky’. Now she’s rubbing her clit, pulling on her lips and finger fucking herself like a porn star goddess. I’m alternating between squeezing and twisting her tits – giving them a good mauling. I think she’s close to coming and help by pinching her nipples nice and hard.

“Nancy, on your knees in front of me.” She stands up with her hands in her pussy, then turns around, kneels on the floor in front of me. Her eyes are closed as she rubs her hand in her pussy. I seize her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling her breasts towards me. She starts to moan, twisting her face in pleasure. I let her nipples go then start slapping her breasts – first with my right hand then left.

Nancy comes hard, bucking and writhing in front of me. I gave her breasts a couple more slaps which help to push her over the top as she shudders and shakes, finally collapsing into a heap on the floor at my feet. I let her relax for a minute, her hand still in her crotch. “Nancy, have you ever tasted your pussy before?”

“No, I always thought that was too dirty. But now it sounds delectable.” She starts to sit up, brings her face to my crotch and starts rubbing it against my cock.

“Nancy, I want you lick the fingers you were using in your cunt. Clean them off and then you need to get dressed.”

Nancy brings her hand up to her face and gently sniffs. Smiling she licks, then sucks her fingers. She must have liked it because I watch her shove them back into her pussy and again bring them to her mouth, licking and sucking on them.

I look at her breasts and see they are red where I’ve struck them, and her nipples are swollen and a little sore looking.

“Nancy, you need to get going. And one more thing while the two of you are out. Have Mark buy several bottles of good wine for tonight. Now be my extra good girl and get a move on.”

Nancy gets up and rummages through her lingerie drawer, pulling out a lacy and sexy set I had bought for her but she never wore. She makes a show of putting on the panties and bra. I’m going to need to start videotaping her I think to myself.

Then she slips on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Ready for the world she heads out of the bedroom ordering Mark to follow her out.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Amid the very uncomfortable silence, my eyes wandered, carefully, as to not meet Sharon’s curious gaze. I was beginning to almost feel accustomed to these awkward quiet moments, week to week these sex therapy appointments seemed to repeat themselves, the shaky dialogue between Sharon and I dropping off at the same points every appointment.

I didn’t believe I actually needed therapy, but I was really a bit too embarrassed to fight my mom in the issue after what she had caught me doing with her stiletto sandals a few months back. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a creep, I don’t find my mom sexually attractive. But, she is objectively very beautiful, especially for her early 40’s. She takes great care of her body, way up from her pretty head, all the way down to her delicate little toes.

So, long story short, one night after she came home after a date, presumably dancing, she kicked off her shoes at the door and passed out barefoot on the couch within minutes (or so I had thought). I don’t really know what came over me, but seeing my mom’s glistening, pink soles hanging off of the arm rest excited me in a way I had never felt before. My nose was pressed up against the damp toe imprints on her leather stiletto sandal before I even realized what I was doing. It felt so wrong, but mom’s feminine foot scent on the worn in leather drove me crazy. I must’ve not been able to hear her get up off the couch over my loud sniffs, because only a moment later and there she was, only a few feet away, staring wide eyes and horrified at the sight before her. And that’s how I ended up here, sitting uncomfortably in an armchair, counting down the minutes until Sharon (my therapist) would stop asking me about why I liked my Mom’s feet.

I stole a quick glance at the clock which was positioned seemingly tactfully directly above Sharon. Only a couple of minutes left, then I can leave this psychological torture chamber, finally. Sharon must have sensed my relief. Because for the first time in several minutes she spoke.

“Today is actually going to be a double session.”

My heart sank. She continued.

“I have been talking to your Mother, I told her I didn’t think our therapy sessions so far have been very effective for you.”

I could only stare and nod in agreement. Maybe this won’t be so bad, I thought. She must have picked up by now, after our 5 or 6 sessions, that I didn’t need the therapy after all. Maybe she’ll even recommend to my Mom that this be our last session?

Sharon swivelled a couple feet Hüseyingazi Escort over to her desk, grabbed a small but thick manilla envelope, and returned.

“I made a recommendation to your Mother last week that we try a different approach with your.. special case.”

Sharon paused, as if thinking to herself the best way to continue. Her hesitation was new, I had never heard her speak so carefully.

“I believe- *Ahem* I think that exposure therapy would be very helpful for you, it could allow you, after a few more session, to finally rid yourself of your wrong sexual feelings.”

And with that, Sharon opened the envelope, and pulled out a small, compressed plastic baggy, filled with the contents that I instantly recognized.

“What the hell? No? This has to be a joke!” I shouted.

Frustration flowed through me freely. This was the first time I showed a real emotion to Sharon. Her eyes lit up.

“See? Six weeks of sessions, and I could barely get you to talk, and we haven’t even officially started your exposure therapy, and you’re already on the verge of a breakthrough!”

Sharon continued to praise me for sharing my emotional state with her while she dangled the plastic bag containing my Mom’s dirty gym socks in front of me. The same pink ankle socks with white polka dots at the toes which she had worked out in every day that week. I noticed mud week she was wearing the same pair as the morning prior while she was leaving for her morning run, but didn’t dare to comment.

Sharon held out her hand and motioned for me to take the bag.

“Your mother loves you very much, she just wants you to have a normal, healthy sex life. She is doing so much for you right now, you really should give it a try. She is!” Sharon added.

Sharon held the plastic baggy extended toward me for a few moments before I reluctantly reached forward and snatched it from her.

This didn’t feel right, it’s my Mom for God’s sake! I looked down into the clear plastic ziplock baggy and could see the socks were visibly sweaty. Small beads of moisture collected in the corners. The slightly dirty, damp pink, polka-dotted socks should have disgusted me. But as I broke free from my Mom’s dirty gym socks hypnosis, I realized I was springing an erection, and Sharon noticed, literally making a note of it on her yellow pad of paper.

I did my best to cover it, and attempted to speak, but after a couple seconds of painful stuttering, Sharon cut me off.

“Here is what you are going to do.”

Sharon was now speaking with a bolder demeanor than Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan before.

“Unbutton your pants, give yourself some room, but please, do not touch yourself in my office, understood?”

I quickly nodded, and followed her instructions. My half erection began to grow in front of her, against my will, in this moment of absolute humiliation.

With a slight grin on her face, Sharon spoke once more.

“Now open the baggy. And from there, do what feels most natural.”

Without hesitation, I zipped the small, clear plastic baggy open, and pulled out my Mom’s stinky, drenched gym socks out, discarding the bag onto floor.

“Oh my God..” I let out involuntarily.

Sharon was quick to make a note of that, I would have asked her not to, but at that point I no longer cared.

Mom’s scent was instantly recognizable. Her light, strawberry citrus perfume permeated the room immediately upon opening the baggy. But as I held her well-worn dirty socks in my hands, something primal switched on in my brain. I pressed the toe areas of her sweaty socks up against my nose, and began to inhale viscously, like some sort of animal. A smell, much more natural than her perfume, and much more pungent, instantly surrounded me, pervading all of my senses. Complete and utter ecstasy. My entire body was rolling with pleasure as I became sexually intoxicated on my Mom’s addicting, feminine foot stink. Every single sniff made my erection twitch.

I had almost forgotten Sharon was in the room, the sound of her pencil scratching furiously on her pad of notes was easily ignored in this moment of overwhelming bliss.

“Can you tell me specifically what it is you like most about how your Mom’s feet smell?”

I had all but forgotten I was still in a therapy session still. The whole situation seemed surreal, I was sniffing my Mom’s stinky, sweaty socks while my erection throbbed and twitched uncontrollably in front of my intimidatingly attractive, young therapist. All the while my Mom sat just on the other side of the wall, probably reading a Good Housekeeping magazine.

I tried to put into words what I was feeling.

“My mom, she’s so pretty.. And her feet, I can’t believe it. It must be pheromones or something..”

I rubbed my Mom’s socks, still wet with sweat, across my face. I felt a drip of pre-cum squirt up to the head and dribble down the head.

Sharon put down her pen for a moment and just observed, causing me to feel a bit self conscious, and I regained a sense of the situation. And lowered the socks from my Escort Hüseyingazi face.

“What do your Mother’s sweaty socks smell like? Describe the scent.” Sharon asked, as scientifically as possible.

I took one of the socks in both hands, I stretched the fabric at the end, the visibly dirty area with white polka-dots, and dug my nose in deep before inhaling.

“Mmmhhh..” I let out an involuntary orgasmic moan.

“Strong white cheddar popcorn infused with her strawberry citrus perfume, sweat, and her intoxicating *Sniiiiff* feminine essence.. “

I continued to sniff, I was approaching an orgasm without even touching myself. My mom’s foot scent filled my nose and invaded my brain.

“Your mom is a very beautiful woman, and it’s completely natural to become excited by a beautiful woman’s scent, her sweat, her pheromones..”

Sharon paused.

“I think you just need to get it out of your system. A few real sessions with your Mom, and you’ll be able to move on to other, more appropriate women.”

I did not know exactly what Sharon meant by sessions with Mom, but I was too sexually high to care. I was nearing orgasm, about to cum burst after burst to the smell of my Mom’s foot funk. I noticed out of the corner of my eye Sharon was no longer in her seat, I don’t know when she left and I didn’t particularly care. I quickly slipped my Mother’s sweaty pink sock over my now red, throbbing erect dick. Immediately I felt weak in the knees, I was about to explode. I pressed my nose into the dirty polka-dotted toe prints of my Mom’s other week-worn running sock and began to hump my fist with her other sock on my cock. On the third thrust I lost it.

” Ohhhhh God… Mommy’s feet..” I moaned as burst after burst of hot cum shot into my Mom’s cute, stinky pink sock. My cock head pressed up against the toe prints, and cum bursts oozed out as fast as I pumped them in. It only took seconds for the overwhelming scent that now covered me completely to turn into a source of disgust.

Oh my God, what have I done, I though to myself. Every breath I took, my mom’s dirty socks overwhelmed my senses. I got up out of my chair, and turned around about to head to the bathroom, but instead I was greeted by two wide eyes women standing on the other side of the open doorway. My heart stopped.

My mom looked at me in horror, Sharon placed her hand on Mom’s shoulder.

“As you can see, I’ve made a lot of progress today with your son.”

They both continues to stare at me, my pants still around my ankles, my Mother’s dirty pink gym sock, dripping with cum, still on my shrinking penis. I wanted to die.

Sharon turned to Mom.

“I’ll give you some exercises you can do with your son at home, I have a feeling he is going to be ready for one by the time you two get home.”

Sharon smiled, and turned toward me.

“I look forward to next week, were going to make so much progress!”

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Andrew and I had been best friends since grade school. We shared the same sense of humour and listened to the same bands, and we were both known pranksters at school. While not exactly popular, we were adept at making our schoolmates laugh and this gave us a certain credibility. At 18 years-old we were pretty inseparable.

While I was definitely the better looking out of the two of us (Andrew still had traces of teenage acne) there was one area where I was fairly sure he’d have me beat. While I couldn’t be certain, having never seen him fully naked, I was often curious whether he had a bigger dick than me. We didn’t talk much about that kind of stuff as it was considered pretty gay, but since I measured my own cock regularly, I knew I was pretty damn small down there. When we changed for gym class or stayed over at each other’s houses, we were pretty discreet about it, but I sometimes noticed what appeared to me to be a pretty sizeable bulge in his tight jockey shorts, and I was at once jealous, excited and intimidated that he might out-man me where I knew it really counted.

My hardon measured a pathetic 4″, small even for a kid several years younger than me. I’d even quit the swim team since soft my penis was barely 2″, and the regulation team speedos were an embarrassment. I’d only recently grown pubic hair too, having waited until I was 16 before a light dusting appeared above my little cock. Having to wear tight speedos which clearly showed the outline of my tiny penis and small balls, then showering naked with other dudes who had manly cocks and thick bushes of public hair, whilst I still had the hairless penis and small, partially retracted balls of a child had convinced me to hang up my swimmers. After one of my teammates wandered up to me in the locker room, his cock swinging between his legs, a respectable bush of pubes above it, glanced at my hairless eighteen year-old boy dick, and handed me his little sister’s bikini bottoms saying, “Try these on for size, your speedos are way too baggy dude,” my decision was final.

Somehow I’d managed to start dating despite my concerns over my little dick. Jen was a nice girl, brunette, slim but with a great ass and fairly big, firm tits. We’d both been virgins when we’d met, and had waited a few weeks before finally having sex.

The night of our first time was awkward. First of all, the condom didn’t fit.

“Did you get extra large or something?” I whined. “It won’t stay on…”

“No, they’re just regular ones,” Jen replied, looking puzzled.

“Well I swear these are meant for a porn star or something.” I said, complaining as Jen tried to bunch the thing down on my stiff little penis.

Finally I managed to fix the loose condom on more securely and got on top of Jen, ready to rock her world. No sooner had I entered her though, and started thrusting and humping for all my worth, than I suddenly blew my load, letting out a girly whimper and apologising wildly.

“Oh fuck yeah! Oh yeah! Urgh… Oh my god, I’m so sorry…”

“Did you really just finish?” she asked, disbelieving.

“Um, yeah. I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help it…”

“Oh… well. I mean, that’s okay. Next time you’ll last longer.” She sounded so disappointed.

“Did you cum?” I asked.

She smiled and shook her head.

“It felt really nice, but no I didn’t. I’m sure I will next time though!”

But the next time was a repeat performance.

In fact, every time I fucked Jen I would cum prematurely, sometimes in seconds, and I could tell she could barely even feel my dick in her. She would lie back and look bored, then make a soft little gasping noise as I loudly squirted my load, trying to convince me that she’d climaxed too. This became our sex life, and if Jen didn’t mind it was probably because to her my desperate, horny teen boy humping sessions were more of a mild inconvenience than anything else – and they were always over so fast. Needless to say I stopped apologising for cumming fast.

In fact, after a while I began to think of this as ‘good sex’, and would initiate fucking whenever possible. I guess Jen thought this was how sex should be too, since she’d usually relent and let me fuck her whenever I asked. I even bragged to Andrew that our sex life was “Awesome” and that Jen “Loved it.” I could tell he was pretty jealous since he was still a virgin, and this made me feel like a badass.

—

So we were at Andrew’s parents’ house, getting drunk, being loud teenagers and probably making fools of ourselves. It wasn’t a big crowd, maybe eight or nine of us, all getting tipsy from his parents’ liquor cabinet. They were away on vacation somewhere, so we had the place to ourselves.

Jen had been moody for a couple of weeks now. In my oblivious state I didn’t really consider why, and while in hindsight it’s easy to see that she was incredibly sexually frustrated with her selfish, quick-shooting underhung boyfriend, I think I assumed she was just Gülveren Escort being weird.

As we sat around in Andrew’s living-room, chatting about music and films and other random stuff, I found myself staring at this hot girl Rachel’s impressive cleavage and feeling increasingly horny, my stiff little dick was rock hard in my briefs, not that anyone would notice.

Eventually I couldn’t take it any more and started bugging Jen, hassling her to go upstairs with me so we could do it in one of the spare bedrooms. I could tell she didn’t really want to, but guess she figured it was better than me pestering her all night.

“Where are you guys off to?” asked Andrew.

“None of your business,” I replied winking, giving Jen’s ass a little slap. I didn’t see her scowl.

Andrew grinned, “Have fun guys!”

We headed upstairs together and found a guest bedroom, or maybe it was Andrew’s little sister’s room as there seemed to be boyband posters covering the walls. I didn’t care, I was super horny and rock hard, quickly taking off my shirt to reveal my thin, smooth, hairless torso. Jen carefully undressed as I threw my clothes on the carpet, my undersized, boyish little boner sticking up at its full four inches and already dripping precum.

As we lay on the bed I started my usual fumbling excuse for foreplay, squeezing Jen’s tits while we made out, but secretly thinking about Rachel’s more sizeable assets. I was desperate to fuck, as usual, and pushed Jen down onto the bed, climbing on top of her in my usual missionary position. She obligingly spread her legs to reveal her neatly trimmed, tight little pussy, and I slipped on the condom from a box I’d ordered online (‘XSnugger Fit’).

I slid my little dick into her, feeling no resistance but noting that she wasn’t really that wet. It didn’t matter to me since I already felt my orgasm building and began thrusting up and down, grunting and making little moans as she silently lay there. After maybe ten pathetic pumps I let out a loud moan, imagining that I was fucking Rachel and making her cum.

“Ahhh, yeeessss! Ahh, yeah you fucking like that! Urgh… fuck…” I rolled off of her, spent.

What happened next took me by surprise.

“Actually I didn’t.” Jen said, sitting up and resting her weight on one elbow.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked dumbly, trying to figure out what was going on.

“I didn’t ‘like’ it,” she said. “But you did, that was obvious enough.”

“Um… what, didn’t you cum? I mean I thought that was pretty damn good,” I said, suddenly sounding whiny and defensive.

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter,” Jen said, getting up to put on her clothes.

“C’mon, it’s not my fault if you don’t cum every single time, you don’t need to act like such a fucking bitch about it,” I said harshly.

Lying there naked I looked down at my penis and testicles, the latter were high and tight, the former had already shrunk down to a post-orgasm 1.5″ nub. Even I had to admit at that point, my dick looked absolutely tiny and pathetic, the light dusting of pubic hair was the only sign that my cock and balls weren’t those of a boy.

Jen looked down at me now, and she was obviously pissed. Like, really pissed. I was actually humbled by the look she gave me as she slipped on her heels and walked out the door. I noticed a poster of Justin Bieber, topless and wearing a pair of jockey shorts, his bulge looking obscenely huge. It reminded me of Andrew’s bulge in his jockeys. I quickly slipped on my briefs, barely making any bulge in them at all, got dressed in the quiet, empty bedroom of my best friend’s little sister, and hurried downstairs.

—

“Well, that was quick!” Rachel said, laughing as Jen and I walked back into the living room.

Shit! I hadn’t been thinking. We’d obviously gone upstairs to fuck but in total we’d been away for less than five minutes.

“Uh, w-what was quick?” I said, stammering. “We were just talking.”

“Yeah, right,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “You’re totally flushed, Simon, it’s obvious what you guys were up to. But holy shit, are you always that fast?”

I tried to laugh, but instead I felt paralysed. I couldn’t even speak. Andrew was sitting on a sofa giving me a questioning smile, and Rachel was cracking up. Jen took a seat next to her.

“N-no… I mean. Well, it was a quickie, y’know.” I gulped. I felt very alone standing there in front of my friends. It suddenly felt very hot in the living room right now.

Rachel turned to Jen, looked serious and pretend-whispered, “Jen, tell me he’s not always that fast.”

There was an agonizing pause.

“Actually, tonight was a record, he’s usually so much quicker.” Jen gave me a look of pure hostility. I mentally willed her to take it back, or at least to shut up.

“Shut the fuck up, Jen! I am not!” I said, sounding entirely unconvincing even to my own ears. Actually I just sounded petulant Escort Gülveren and childish, like I was about to start crying or some shit.

“Oh my GOD! That’s hilarious!” Rachel shrieked. “So what was it, like a minute?” Rachel was cracking up as I continued blushing furiously. Even Andrew was grinning now and shaking his head.

“I sometimes count,” Jen said calmly, crossing her legs. “Tonight was… ten seconds? Yeah, I think he lasted ten.”

The room was silent for a moment.

“Jen, shut up…” I said. “Why would you even say that?”

“It doesn’t really matter that he’s so fast,” she continued, turning to Rachel. “Since I can’t even feel him in me.” She nodded towards the flat, bulgeless front of my jeans.

“Don’t say that.” My voice was hoarse, all eyes on me now. I wanted to disappear.

“Sorry, am I acting like ‘a total fucking bitch’ just because my so-called boyfriend has such a small dick that I can’t even feel him in me? Or that he can’t even hold in his cum for more than ten seconds? Well, I guess I am then, but I’m not sorry, because it’s the truth. I faked it every time, unless I was just too bored. You never made me cum, never even got me close. And that, up there,” she gestured up towards the stairs. “That was the worst sex I’ve ever had, or ever hope to have, in my entire life.”

More silence.

“Wow, fuck, Simon. Guess you guys are finished now, huh?” Rachel was still smiling, but had clearly been taken aback by Jen’s outburst.

“You are a fucking bitch, Jen.” I said, holding back tears.

“You are such a child,” she said, giving me a dismissive look. Her eyes glancing down again to my crotch, she held up her pinky finger, and she carefully said, “In more ways than one.”

—

That night I got pretty drunk and passed out on the couch. Andrew had kept Jen and I apart and fed me with alcohol while I loudly complained and tried to dismiss her remarks, embarrassing myself further by insisting to him that, “I do not have a small dick!” I felt shamed that he would ever know this about me.

He said he believed me, that she was clearly angry about something else, etc, etc, but I could tell that news about this would travel around school. I just figured it was a good thing I was off to college next year.

When I woke up it was totally dark out. My phone said it was 3.30am. I was alone in the living-room with a blanket draped over me. I must have undressed at some point since I was only wearing my skimpy white briefs. (Had Andrew undressed me?)

My hangover, already forming, made me wince in pain. I stumbled around in the dark, groaning as the memory of the night before hit me… “Such a little cock that I can’t even feel him… can’t hold his cum for more than ten seconds…”

And that’s when I heard the noise.

Walking through the dark hallway I could see up towards the landing, and it appeared that a bedroom light was on upstairs. I could also hear voices. Curiosity got the better of me and I crept softly up the stairs.

It was Andrew’s bedroom light, his door was open and he was talking to some girl in there. At first I smiled, thinking maybe he was finally going to lose his virginity, then I frowned when I realised it would probably be to Rachel whom I had wanted to fuck. Then I remembered that Rachel had heard Jen’s outburst and so that ship had probably sailed – Rachel was a known slut and would never fuck me now that she knew I had a tiny, quick-shooting dick between my legs. I silently cursed Jen again; I had really wanted to fuck Rachel at some point.

I continued up the stairs and that’s when I realised the voice of the girl wasn’t Rachel. It was Jen. This was when I realised that I was trembling, actually shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. What were they talking about up there?

The thick carpet muffled my footsteps and I was able to stop just outside Andrew’s bedroom door. From my position, a wall mirror in the hallway reflected the scene in Andy’s room, and I could see perfectly both Andrew and Jen sitting on his bed together, illuminated by the soft light from Andy’s bedside lamp. In the darkness of the hallway, they couldn’t see me.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I basically ruined your party,” Jen was saying now. She had taken her shoes off and was sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her. Andrew was sitting across from her, his legs stretched out, and, to my horror, the bulge in his tight jeans was on prominent display. I wondered if he had a hardon.

Andrew sighed, “God Jen, stop apologising. It’s cool.” He actually laughed and sat up, scooting a little closer to her. “But there’s something I wanna ask.”

Jen flicked her hair, something she always did when she was flirting. “Okay, shoot, I’m probably still drunk enough to answer whatever it is.”

Andy grinned. “Well, me and Simon have been friends forever, but we’ve never, like… been naked around Gülveren Escort each other, and-”

“You’re not missing much,” Jen snorted.

“Ah, so you weren’t lying about…”

“No, that was the truth,” she said firmly.

And I am fucking shaking!

“That Simon’s got a small dick, or that he’s got no self-control?” Andrew was enjoying this; he was actually leering. Jen was smiling too, relishing this private confession.

“Both!” she said laughing. “Seriously, it’s totally tiny!”

Andrew laughed too, “Oh my god, that’s kind of hilarious. Is that wrong, to laugh?”

“Not as far as I’m concerned,” Jen smirked. “The amount of times I had to reassure him he was ‘a good size’, I was getting so tired of pretending to enjoy it when he fucked me.”

“And the, uh, quickness thing?” Andrew said, inching closer. “How fast are we talking about here?”

“Like I said, usually about ten seconds. Enough for him to hump up and down on top of me a few times before he’d make this totally cringy, girly little moan and finish.”

“Damn, that’s embarrassing,” Andrew said, wincing.

“He’d always say something, ‘You like that, huh bitch?’, like he was some macho stud. I had to try not to laugh, but it was hysterical. Like he thought he was really ‘giving’ it to me. But I couldn’t really feel anything at all. At first I felt sorry for him, then I realised what an asshole he could be.” Jen lay down on the bed now, exhaling noisily as she stared at the ceiling.

“Is that why you blew up tonight?” asked Andrew.

“Kind of,” she replied. “Actually I got talking to Rachel.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, a few days ago, I asked her what it’s like when she fucked a guy. I didn’t say anything about Simon, but she told me how her orgasms felt, how guys would go down on her and make sure she came before fucking. I guess I realised just how selfish Simon was in bed, like he didn’t care at all if I was enjoying it…”

I felt a sudden pang of shame and guilt. It was true, I’d never cared or even given much thought to Jen’s pleasure during sex. I’d always try to skip foreplay and get straight to fucking, horny and desperate to cum.

“That’s gotta be the guy’s number one priority for sure,” Andrew had started to lightly stroke Jen’s hair. “I didn’t realise Simon was so sexually immature. He always said you really liked sex.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, he’d brag all the time about how his technique was great and he made you cum three or four times a night just from fucking. I actually bought into most of it, even felt a little jealous.”

“I can’t believe he’d lie like that,” she said, sitting up. “Actually, what am I saying, of course I can…”

“Guys are like that,” Andrew purred. “Well, some of them. Not all of them.”

“Then!” Jen suddenly says. “And then she shows me her vibrator, and holy shit, I basically freaked.” Jen turned and looked at Andrew, eyes wide in mock amazement.

“Oh yeah?” Andrew smiled. “Why? Is it… like, big?”

“She pulls it out a drawer and she’s like, ‘It’s only seven inches’, and I’m thinking, ‘But it’s huge compared to my boyfriend!’ Seriously, compared to what Simon’s working with seven inches is colossal!”

“Yeah, well seven inches is above average,” Andrew says, playing it cool. I could swear the bulge was growing in his tight skinny jeans. “I mean six is basically average.”

“That’s what Rachel said. I guess I was pretty naive.”

“So, what’s Simon working with exactly? Five?” Andrew asked casually. I suddenly realised my cock was rock hard in my briefs, knowing Jen was about to tell Andrew my humiliating size stats.

“Five? Five I could have worked with. Five would have been a holiday. Simon is four inches, on a good day!” Jen grinned at this, no doubt pleased that she was finally able to talk about my little dick in the past tense now.

Andrew actually looked surprised.

“Really? Four inches?” he said.

“Yeah, Simon actually measures it like daily, hoping it’ll grow. Did you know he only just got his pubes?”

“Oh my god, really? I got mine when I was like… eleven I think.” Jen looked impressed, glancing down at Andrew’s crotch. “But he’s really only four inches? I mean, that’s like, seriously small. I had no idea Simon had such a tiny dick. It does explain a lot though, I always thought he was overcompensating for something with his bragging about sex and stuff.”

“How come you didn’t know this about him?” asked Jen.

“I guess he doesn’t really like to show it off, and now I get why,” Andrew laughed. “I mean I knew from when he did swimming and I’d go to the meets that he didn’t show much of a bulge in his speedos, or really any kind of bulge at all come to think of it. Even compared to the junior swimmers it was pretty obvious he wasn’t packing much. I felt kinda embarrassed for him, but I just assumed, y’know, shrinkage or whatever.”

Embarrassed for me? What the fuck? … I remembered one swim meet, Andrew coming down to the poolside to commiserate me after I came last in a race, me in my tight blue speedo, feeling awkward being on display like that in front of my bud, him casting a quick glance at my crotch, then looking away… “Sorry dude,” he’d said.

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The next morning I woke up. I saw Kelly lying beside me with her feet still hanging off the edge, thinking about our adventures from the previous night. The best thing about it is that it actually changed our sex life. From that moment we indulged her feet every time we had sex. She allowed me to cum over them whenever I wanted and granted me with a lot of Footjobs. When we had sex she would always allow me to worship her feet. This went on for a couple of months and it was great!

The only problem was that I had two fetishes. My feet fetish and I loved being dominated, or dominate a lovely girl. In other words, I was a switch. In my fantasies, I was Kelly’s master, or I was her obedient foot slave. However, since I got Kelly to indulge foot fetish in our sex life I wouldn’t want her to feel offended by bringing this up.

After a couple of months, I wanted to tell her my fetish because I was craving to indulge it in our sex life. So I went to a restaurant with her and had a lovely date night. When we came home I set her down on the couch.

I said, “I love how we indulged your beautiful feet in our amazing sex life, but I have to tell you something. I don’t know how to start.”

Kelly Demirli Bahçe Escort said, “Babe just tell me. No matter what it is I’ll always love you.”

I said: “Babe I love your feet, but I would love for you to dominate me and use me as your foot slave. I want to be your slave. But I also want to be your master and dominate you. I’d love to do that with you and give you full control or let you give me full control.”

Kelly said, “Wow babe I didn’t know that you liked that. I would like to try it out sometime, but I have no experience with being dominated, or dominating. I don’t know anything about dominating or being dominated, I think I’m not ready for it yet. So I would like to try it out sometime when I’m ready for it.”

I said: “Okay babe I get it. When you’re ready, I would love to try it out with you.”

After our conversation, we went upstairs. I threw Kelly on the bed and we started making out. I got down on the ground and started to unwrap my presents. Kelly wore black Vans, so I took her shoelaces in my mouth and used my mouth to get her beautiful shoes off her feet. Then I used my mouth to take her socks off. There were her gorgeous feet hanging at the side of the bed, right in front of my face.

I started kissing every inch of her feet. Then I started licking her feet. Starting slow and Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan eventually licking from heel to toe. Then I took each delicious toe in my mouth, slowly sucking on them. I saw Kelly’s breathing getting heavier and heavier. Then I took her dress off and saw her beautiful body lying in front of me. I started taking off her panties and bra and I was completely admiring her beautiful body. I crawled on top of her and we started making out again.

“My feet are so wet, I love it! I’m wet too, do you want to taste me?”

I knew what to do and started getting down on her. I began licking her sweet pussy while fingering her and rubbing her asshole. She went crazy. Then I wanted to putt one finger in her ass, but she immediately went wild.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T STICK YOUR FINGER IN THERE, YOU DICKHEAD!”

I was in shock, she had never done that to me. Clearly, she was startled of her reaction, because she immediately apologized. I went on licking and fingering her pussy until she came hard. Then I crawled on top of her and we made out.

“Lay on your back babe,” Kelly said.

I rolled off Kelly and she started getting my pants and my shirt off. She was sitting at my left side and started jerking me off while putting her feet in my face again. While I was licking her feet I felt her mouth Escort Demirlibahçe on my cock. At that moment she sucked my cock as if her life depended on it. I loved it so much! I knew she didn’t like giving blowjobs and almost didn’t give me any. But today she was sucking my cock like a pornstar. Just before I came she stopped. She already didn’t like giving blowjobs. So cumming in her mouth wasn’t an option. She took her gorgeous feet off my face and started giving me a footjob. I came all over her pretty toes.

Kelly said, “You made a mess babe. Did you enjoy my little game?”

“Babe it was the best! I loved every second of it!”

Kelly said, “Get a towel and clean your mess babe.”

I went and got a towel and came back to clean her feet. When all of my cum was off her feet I got up from the floor and Kelly started playing with my cock again. She touched every inch of my cock with her feet. I immediately got hard again.

Kelly said, “That’s what I like the most about your little foot fetish! I can use my feet to get you hard anytime in just seconds.”

I got on top of her and fucked her until we both came. After our lovely evening, we got off to sleep.

Just after our three-year anniversary, I felt more and more distance in our relationship. After a couple of weeks of living extremely apart together, we talked and Kelly told me that she had feelings for another guy (Jeremy) and that she wanted a break from our relationship to think about her feelings. After just a week into our “break” we actually broke up and in less than a week she started a relationship with Jeremy. I loved her very much and couldn’t believe it, but Kelly was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

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I’m having an affair.

Like many in this position I didn’t plan it. I’m in my mid thirties, happy with a family and my life but I guess something must have been missing otherwise I wouldn’t be here.

It started because of the bad weather we’d been having. Weeks of rain with little respite had made our laundry pile grow and grow. I’m lucky that I work from home so I can be flexible about my hours and I mostly took care of the domestic chores through the week but it seemed as soon as the sun came out and the laundry was hung out, the rain would soak it and minutes later I’d be back to square one.

I agreed with my wife that I’d take the four massive bags to the launderette one day and having never been, didn’t really know what to expect. There aren’t many around where I live and I had to drive to another suburb to find one. It was a pleasant surprise – it was clean, loads of machines, a TV showing news stories, a decent coffee machine; all good.

Unfortunately I imagined someone would be there to do it for me but the door at the back of the place was locked and a sign said that service washes were only available on certain days and at certain times.

The first day was a bit of a chore. It took around 2 hours to wash and dry and wiped out a lot of time for me. A week later I had to go back but this time took my laptop and managed to get some work done. The clientele were interesting; lots of what I guessed were single guys and backpackers and most were friendly and chatty.

So it went on for three weeks until one week I realised I’d left a load in one of the machines. I hoped it would still be there and went back the next day but it had gone so I called the number on the door at the back that I guessed led to a store or something. I’d still never seen anyone working there but a woman answered I explained the situation and she said that one of the staff might have put it away. We arranged to meet; she was the owner and there every night to close up but it would be very late.

My wife works really hard and is usually in bed pretty early, she knew I’d be going out and was fast asleep by the time I left. When I got to the launderette it was closed up and I knocked on the door. The woman who came out was nothing like I expected. I don’t really know what I expected but it certainly wasn’t the person walking towards me.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, hi, you’re Nadia?”

Nadia locked the door behind me and I watched her move ahead of me. I thought she must be around 15 years older than me, the same height and that night was dressed in a white blouse and black, tight leggings with black, calf hugging boots to her knees. She looked elegant and very well dressed and a little out of place. Her face had little make up and her hair was a little scruffy from the end of the day but she was naturally beautiful with dark brown eyes and tanned skin.

As she walked her round arse swayed and her thighs rubbed together. She had gorgeous curves, just the hint of a roll under her blouse and what looked like large, heavy breasts.

She escorted me into the back room where there was a desk and office stuff in one corner, laundry supplies on shelves and and a dozen or so neatly folded piles of laundry.

“Don’t worry, as you can see, we get a lot of stuff left behind. You’re welcome to look through what’s here.” she said

I smiled but didn’t move as she stood at the edge of the desk. I was daydreaming, still thinking about how cold her skin might feel in my Boğaziçi Escort hands. I realised I was staring and turned without catching her eye.

“I’m not what you expected am I?” she asked as I began to flick over the piles of laundry

“Sorry, er” I turned to look at her, a little off guard and I smiled “No, not exactly.” I realised she had caught me and knew exactly what I was thinking. I stopped and leant on the shelf as I listened to her story.

She explained that she owned quite a few launderette’s and mostly left them to run themselves with just a couple of staff who toured around doing the service washes at different times. She lived alone, kids had left home and this kept her looking as well as she did.

“You don’t look like you spend the day washing clothes, you’re far too elegant, I mean, look at your nails.” I said and smiled. They were perfectly manicured, not long but glossy and pale with white tips.

She looked at them and smiled “You like these?” she asked and stepped forward. I took her hand and examined them, they truly were very well kept and “Wow.” was all I could manage.

She pulled her hand away and scratched her nails down my bare arm, not too hard but firmly enough to leave white trails on my tanned skin. As she got close to my wrist she dug the tips into me with more pressure and although it lasted only a second it felt like hours. I was suddenly aware of the silence and of the feeling in my stomach – a pang of fear as I realised we were very close, very intimate and as I was staring at her nails in my arm her eyes were fixed upon my face.

I turned to her and we just leant in to each other and our lips pressed together. She smelt fabulous and her lips were full and soft and tasted slightly salty with a hint of perfume.

I felt like I was 19 again and I put my hands around her waist and pushed her back against the shelving. She wrapped her arms around me and moaned as we kissed hard and passionately and when I kissed her neck her fingers clawed my head and pushed me down to her cleavage.

I unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom as she undid the top ones. As soon as her blouse was opened and I buried my face into her cleavage she was at my belt and jeans, pulling them down as I lifted one of her large brown nipples free of the fabric of her bra. The tops of her breasts had light stretch marks in them and I flicked my thumb over her nipple and lightly pinched it to make it hard. Her nipple tightened into a hard, wrinkled brown knot and she cried out as I sucked it hard into my mouth as her nails scratched my head again. I did the same to the other one and she began to hiss encouraging words, swearing and moaning.

She pushed her leggings down over her hips and pushed my head down her stomach. Her belly was soft and curved beautifully as I pulled down the rest of her waistband to the tops of her boot and it felt so good to kiss and bite her large, round stomach.

As I got to me knees, my lips pressing against the black lace fabric of her large knickers I found the zip on the side of her boot. Hurriedly I removed her boots and leggings and sat back for a second to take in the view. Her large breasts were hanging over the top of her bra and her blouse was pushed back on her shoulders. Her black knickers covered most of her pussy hair but there was still some peeking over the top, leading up towards her stomach, her thighs rubbed at the top but her legs were strong and shapely with Escort Boğaziçi tight calves and toenails that were afforded the same attention as her fingers.

She stepped forward, raised her right leg up and placed her foot on the edge of a box. All this time she had been directing me to where she wanted me and now it was clear she wanted my mouth all over her pussy.

The smell was incredible; a mixture of pee soaked fabric, unwashed pussy and sex and I wanted to taste it all.

I sucked the fabric into my mouth and the strong flavour made me moan. She pulled my head hard against her and ground herself against me, forcing my head back so my mouth was under her pussy. I worked my tongue under the fabric and onto her lips and the bitter tang of thick juice filled my mouth.

I pulled her knickers to one side and looked at her cunt. She was covered in dark hair all the way to the top of her panties. Her full lips were dark brown and swollen, hanging there wet and waiting for me to suck them into my mouth and her clit was hidden by the dense mat of hair. I didn’t have long to take in the sight as she pulled my mouth into her again and I pushed my tongue as far into her unwashed and sexy cunt.

I turned my head to one side and tried to fuck her with my tongue and as I pulled her lips apart with my fingers my mouth filled with a stream of sticky, white metallic tasting juice.

“Don’t stop.” was her instruction as she began to rub her clit with one hand, the other firmly fixed to the back of my head.

From her movement and moans I thought her orgasm was near and with the thumb of my left hand I pressed it to her arse hole.

Nadia cried out louder and squatted down further allowing me to push my tongue deeper.

“That’s it,” she moaned, “push it into me”

I turned my thumb and it popped into her tight arse and was instantly swallowed beyond the knuckle.

The sound she made was low and animal and her fingers stopped rubbing her clit and just pressed hard against it.

Suddenly her body bucked and my thumb was pushed from her arse. I pulled my tongue from inside her and licked her lips and as she let go of her clit a huge squirt of hot fluid filled my mouth and covered my face. It tasted bitter but was not unpleasant. Some had got into my eyes and it stang and seem to dry them out like over chlorinated pool water. I pulled away to watch and one more squirt covered me and then gave way to a trickle down my arm and her calves as her legs shook and she swore over and over, reaching behind to the shelves to steady herself.

I stood up, my mouth filled with a strong aftertaste, my shirt and jeans soaked and my face smelling of piss and orgasm. My jeans were still around my ankles and my hard cock pushed against my shorts. I looked at Nadia struggling to stand. Her large, fat tits were squeezed over the top of her bra and her dark brown, hard nipples pointed to the floor. Her legs were soaked, as were her knickers and her face was sweaty, her hair a mess. She looked utterly gorgeous and I desperately wanted to fuck her.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She reached out and pulled me to her kissing my face and licking her juices from me. She drew a deep breath and looked at me.

“Lay down” she told me and I did as I was told, on a pile of someone else’s laundry.

She pulled my shoes off and then my socks, jeans and shorts.

She stood over me and pulled her knickers off and then her Boğaziçi Escort Bayan bra. She looked incredible, so sexy. Her tits had lost a lot of their shape and her nipples pointed to the ground but they weren’t ugly, just womanly. Her round belly stuck out and her pussy hair was thick almost to her navel. Her legs had great shape, no hint of orange peel and she stepped forward, her feet either side of me.

With a hand on the inside of each thigh she squatted down, pulling herself open as she did so. As she got to the tip of my cock she held the base of me and slipped the wettest and hottest pussy I have ever felt around me.

It was my turn to moan and she slipped down until I was buried deep inside her. She squatted up and down on me in little movements, leaning forward slightly so her tits swung before me.

“Pinch my nipples” she said and I did as I was asked. As I pulled them she got faster and it was only a couple of seconds before she cried out again and another squirt of her cum covered my thighs and stomach.

“Fuck, that is lovely” I said

She opened her eyes “Yeah, you like that?” she asked

“God, yes, I love it.” I said and pinched her nipples harder

“What else do you love, tell me” she demanded

I told her I loved her body, how sexy and glamorous she looked. I told her I loved her smell, so strong from her dirty pants and pussy. I told her I loved her taste, the thick pussy juice that covered my tongueand made my mouth water and I told her I loved to feel and see her squirt.

She cried out again and this time she pulled off of me, held her legs open and pulled her lips apart. Another squirt shot from her and she aimed it up towards my chest. I opened my mouth and she tried to reach my face.

Nadia slapped down onto my cock again and began fucking me faster this time; I just couldn’t hold it any more. I pushed up against her and threw my arms out as my orgasm seemed to erupt from the top of my head, tingling all the way down my body into the tip of my cock. She pushed down onto me and I twitched and jerked my hot cum into her.

She just sat there watching me. When I opened my eyes she was smiling at me; she rocked forward to release my softening cock and then squatted over me letting our juices trickle out over me. The heat of her body was gone and the fluid covering me began to cool my skin. She lifted her leg over and looked down at the mess we’d made. Without saying a word she bent forward and began to lick me clean. It felt amazing and I wished it could be me doing it, I had a sudden urge to lick her clean too but something stopped me and I had a sudden pang of guilt and fear.

That was how it started. I’ve never known anyone like Nadia. She knows what she wants and adores sex. That night, as we waited for my clothes to wash and dry we just talked about sex. She wanted someone to fuck; she liked filthy, messy sex and loved squirting. Before I left she sat on the edge of her desk and I fingered her pussy hard and fast as she wanked me over her stomach. We came together and kissed as we did so then we licked each other clean. We tasted wonderful and it was only on the drive home that I realised how much I carried her scent with me. I had to shower before slipping quietly into bed.

I agreed to meet her a couple of days later and went to her house. When I got there she told me she hadn’t taken her underwear off to pee for the whole of that day. She smelt so strong, I made her cum without removing them, stroking her lightly through the thin fabric and then sucking her as I massaged her clit. She then just wanked me into them while she kept them on. An hour or so later I pulled them away from her and licked her clean.

That’s how it goes, we just seem to get dirtier and dirtier and I just can’t stop.

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