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It all started when I had a sex dream about one of my colleagues. I worked as a waitress in a small restaurant at a camp site as a side job while in college and one of my colleagues, David, was really open and flirty towards every female employee there. I didn’t really think much of it, and we didn’t talk often one-on-one, but I started to dream about him. There was this dream in which I was giving him a handjob (even in my dreams I didn’t have any penetrative sex) but it felt so real. It really got me hot and when I wake up I masturbated in the shower shortly after.

Not too long after that my boyfriend and me talked about our fantasies in bed. He asked me if I ever fantasized about anyone other than him. I was a bit cautious since I didn’t want to hurt him and I gave a general answer like “doesn’t anyone” and “don’t you”. He confirmed that it was something natural but asked about specific examples. I really didn’t want to talk about it at first since I was worried it was some kind of trap question. He kept pressing so I reflected the question to him. He opened up and told me he was off course curious since he only had done sexual things with me but that he had wondered in the past how it would have went if he had taken things further along with his ex (with whom he dated for a while but never got past a French kiss). I recognized that he was cautious to tell me too, but I immediately confirmed to him that that was all natural and that I understand it. Then I told him about my sex dream with David, still a bit cautious since my fantasy was more recent and with someone I actually saw regularly while he hadn’t seen her in many months.

But to my surprise he kept asking about it and my feelings and if I had ever masturbated with him in my thoughts. When I hesitantly confirmed that, I saw he was really hard (we were in bed already and were wearing pajamas so it was really visible). Somewhat puzzled and weirded out I asked him if he got horny because of my fantasy for another man. He told me he was and to be honest I felt both a bit of disgust at first as well as a bit of hornyness myself. So I asked him “so you wouldn’t mind if I did something with another guy?”. I think he saw the surprise combined with a bit of disgust in my voice so he immediately said “I didn’t say that!”, “I just find it hot that you have fantasies”. But the tone of his voice betrayed him as much as me before. The difference was that I had a weapon he didn’t: I placed my hand on his pajama pants and squeezed in his penis. “Are you sure?” I asked him. But I saw he was a bit terrified so I let it rest a bit, Eryaman Escort while I got his penis out of his pants and jerked him, while talking more about fantasies in general. But although I jerked him very slowly he came within a very short time (probably about twenty seconds) while there are/were moments in which he could last for more than ten minutes. I didn’t told him then or before but a guy cumming fast (incidentally) is one of my fetishes, so I got really horny after that too. A few minutes later we were both satisfied and cuddling while having conversations about other subjects.

About a week later we again were in bed, fondling each other for a bit while naked and I brought up the subject of our fantasies again. While I was stroking his penis I said I noticed that he came really fast that time a week before. He mumbled something about having done little himself in the week before that, but I knew he could last longer, even if it was a while ago that he came for the last time, so I kept pressing. “Did you find it hot that I fantasized about another man?” I asked. He denied. “I always find it hot when you tell you masturbated.” I knew that was true since I didn’t do that very often till I met him. I grew up rather conservatively and my previous boyfriend was really insecure about it. When I met him and he repeatedly assured me that it was okay, that he even found it hot that I did it without him, sometimes asking about it when we were doing stuff (especially when I was jerking him), I grew into it and started doing it rather regularly, I actually got my first orgasm while masturbating. But then again, when I normally said I masturbated the night before, he didn’t came in seconds so I didn’t believe him. I said to him that I found it hot how we were talking about our fantasies and that I wanted to do it again. I asked him about the thing he most wanted to try and he talked about very general stuff like specific positions and things like that but nothing actually hot or perverse. He then asked me and I recognized the only way I could get him to talk would be if I told him something perverse I wanted. So I said a MMF-treesome would be hot but that I didn’t expect it to ever happen regardless because I would never do a MFF-threesome “since I’m not a lesbian”. To my surprise he answered that he wouldn’t mind doing that once we could have sex. I asked him if he wouldn’t want a FFM-threesome in return but he denied that.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” I asked. “No, to be honest I think a threesome with two guys is hotter than a threesome with two girls.” Escort Eryaman – “Wouldn’t you mind sharing me with someone else? You know you would have to watch me get fucked by someone else right?” – “no, I really wouldn’t mind. I actually would find that kinda hot”. I was still stroking him slowly while we were having this conversation and I noticed him getting really hard and twitchy. I knew I was onto something. “So you were getting very horny the other time when I was mentioning my fantasy with another guy?” – “yeah…” he hesitantly said. I tried to keep an open mind and asked him more about it. “Why?” – “I don’t really know” – “you don’t really know?” – “no…”. This went nowhere and he got very red. My attitude the last time didn’t help and I needed to console him that it was nothing bad. I told him that I really didn’t mind and that I found it hot that he had a fantasy too, even if I didn’t fully understand it.

The thing that puzzled me the most was that he had the fantasy of me doing something with someone else, in a MMF or otherwise, while we didn’t even had PIV sex yet (due to my vaginismus I mentioned in an earlier post, we only did hand- and mouthstuff and I couldn’t do anything more by that time). As open and understanding as I could I asked him exactly that; why like that while we couldn’t even have “real” sex. Very red in the face and hesitantly he told me that he really didn’t know but found the thought very, very hot. I don’t know if he actually didn’t knew why or not but I knew that he was friendzoned a couple of times and later found out that his previously mentioned ex drunkenly told him about the guys she kissed and implied doing more while they were still dating and he only kissed her. That actually was one of the reasons he broke it off with her, she was kinda mean but they also had different thoughts about what the relationship was. But I didn’t knew that then. I still didn’t really understand but was genuinely interested in his fantasies. I noticed that his penis got a bit softer/flaccid so he got really uncomfortable.

I tried to be more understanding, pulled my hand from his penis and said “you know, I really wouldn’t mind helping you in your fantasies if you can be open towards mine too. But you really have to tell me what they are if you want that.” That was when he told me about his cuckold fantasy. I didn’t knew there was such a thing until then but I looked up all kinds of stuff about it afterwards. He told me he likes to hear about people having sex in general, that he previously masturbated to stories his friends Eryaman Escort Bayan told him about their experiences with sex, that it probably had something to do with him being a virgin (he was almost in his mid-twenties and the farthest he had come before me was a French kiss) and his high libido (which he had, we had sex about four times a week then and still he masturbated regularly). He told me he is kinda voyeuristic but never done anything with that and he told me he found me to be the hottest girl he knew and that he would fantasize about me with others as if it were porn. I didn’t really understand that last part but I found it to be flattering. Another thing was that in the beginning of our relationship I used to talk about my exes a bit too much. I sometimes compared things or told him stories about them. Sometimes he said he didn’t like that and so I quit doing that, understanding that that can be very annoying. That was also I reason I didn’t understand it, since he brought that up and said he sometimes fantasized about me and one of my exes.

Especially since they had penetrated me and he didn’t since my vaginismus issues developed later in my relationships. My first boyfriend had a very small dick which meant it all got a bit easier which explains partly why I didn’t have so many issues with that. At the end of our relationship I couldn’t trust him which made it harder to have sex for me, which I blame for my later issues. My second ex had a larger penis so the pain progressed and my current boyfriend is larger than both of them (he actually has a really impressive, thick penis, which is part of the reason I was afraid to have penetrative sex with him, especially after we failed at it a few times). He said he fantasized about them fucking me and thinking through some of the things I said about them (I told him about some of the times I had sex with them but very superficial). I asked him If he wanted me to talk about a story of one of them while I gave him a handjob and he nodded very heavily. So I told him about the time we had sex seven times in a three day weekend. I didn’t get far though since again he came within a minute.

After he came and cleaned himself off, we talked about it for a bit and I told him that I really didn’t mind talking stories about my exes, just that I didn’t have that many special ones. We didn’t really talk about the other stuff but the seed was planted into my brain. I found it hot that I could get him off so easily with my stories and that he fantasized about me while he didn’t mind me fantasizing about others. I still was a bit cautious though, especially since my first boyfriend was very jealous while at the same time cheated on me at the end.

I will end it here since it got very long as it is but I will talk about our first actual experience with cuckold (still only hand stuff) and the prelude to that a next time.

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“Crawl toward me, white boy!” Shango demanded.

“Yes, Master,” Tom answered.

He dropped to his knees and did what his Master wanted. Tom moved on his hands and knees, covering half the length of the room. They were in the master bedroom of his home situated in the Garki district, just the three of them. Daniela lay on the bed naked, moaning exotically as she played with herself while he crawled submissively toward her lover. Her lover. The one person she deigned to submit herself to, body and soul.

All three of them were naked. Shango looked just as menacing as he leaned against his foot that was planted on the bed, looking like a god while Tom crouched before him. Tom kissed his feet before kneeling upright to face him; Shango’s schlong stood a foot from his face. Tom shared almost the same bulk as Shango, but what he lacked was the aura of masculinity Shango wielded like a cloak around himself.

Tom recognised Shango’s will power and sexual prowess. It was enough to make him quiver like jelly whenever he was in his presence. Plenty of times he had born witness to the aggressive manner Shango applied when handling Daniela in bed. It was enough to make him envious and humbled by the sight.

Tom was in his late-fifties. Daniela was his second wife. Prior to them getting married, he had concluded right away that her sexual appetite was way too much for him to match. Fortunately he had been less than a month from accepting his work posting here in Nigeria. Upon their settling in Abuja, Shango had stormed into their world and since then nothing had ever been the same again. He knew Shango fucked and dominated other foreign wives around, and was even astonished at whatever amount of stamina he had to satisfy those other women… including Daniela.

Shango had coerced them within two weeks of their presence here. Tom had willingly accepted his submissive nature and somehow felt just as relieved by it, like a giant load had been lifted off his chest. He so much preferred watching Daniela get the best sex, especially with Shango, or anyone else he appointed to come and fuck her.”You upset me today, white boy,” Shango said to him. “How come you never before mentioned to me about your friend tonight and his wife? You let me find out through someone else.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Tom answered. “I only found out a day before she arrived. Claude never mentioned it to me before.”

Shango looked at Daniela. “What do you think, babe?”

“He’s telling the truth, darling,” Daniela cooed, still rubbing her pussy. “But still, he’s been disobedient. I want you to punish him for it.”

“I agree with you.” Shango said before returning to Tom. “How long have you been out of your chastity cage, boy?”

Tom thought for a moment before answering. “More than a week now, sir.”

Shango turned to Daniela who was already reaching into a bedside bureau from which she took out a penis chastity device. She scurried toward the bed’s edge and gave it to Shango. Shango Çukuramba took it from her and passed it to Tom.

“Put it on, cuck boy,” he demanded. “And you’re going to go to bed with it tonight. Wear it to work tomorrow and the next.”

Tom wanted to mouth off a protest, but the thought of doing that quickly slipped off his mind, knowing it won’t do him any good. He accepted the device from Shango who then stood back and watched him slip his penis into the contraption and then turned the lock. Daniela came off the bed to check the chastity lock to make sure it was snugly fit on him. It had been Shango’s idea after his first copulation with Daniela here in their home that Tom should purchase a chastity device to keep him submissively humble in spirit and person.

“How does it fit, cuck boy?” Shango asked.

“It fits just fine, Master,” Tom replied. “Will you allow me to suck your cock tonight?”

“You forget your manners too quickly, boy,” Shango said. “You can only do that only after I’ve had my fun with Daniela, not before.”

“Yes sir,” Tom bowed his head. “I’m sorry. Yes, Master, I remember.”

Daniela turned to Shango, caressing his shaft toward erection. Tom enjoyed watching her play with her pussy in front of him, but that was nothing compared to whenever she got to play with Master Shango’s cock. Just the sight of her stroking his girth was enough to give him goose bumps. Daniela sucked on his giant testicles before bringing her lips to his cock. She turned her face sideways and flashed Tom a mocking look, letting the privilege of watching her about to enjoy herself immensely. In the past, Tom often felt hurt when she teased him in such manner, but now it was an acknowledged ritual he always looked forward to. This was the main reason why he wasn’t always inclined to wearing his chastity device. He always looked forward to jerking off whenever she got to sucking Shango’s cock.

“Now, tell me about this company fellow you mentioned before. When is he coming?” Shango asked Tom while thrusting his meat into his wife’s mouth. “What’s the white boy’s name again?”

“His name’s Fox, Master,” Tom said, salivating at the sight of Daniela enjoying her oral pleasure while still casting sardonic moon-eyes at him. “Dave Fox is his name. His wife’s name is Shelly.”

“When are you expecting them in Nigeria?”

“Atlanta head-office is working on getting his travel papers ready. But he should be here anytime soon. They’ll let me know before it happens.”

“That’s good to hear,” Shango said.

Daniela rolled her tongue over Shango’s foreskin while stroking his cock. Tom soaked up the gurgling sounds she made deep within her throat as she forced Shango’s cock more and more into her mouth. The sound was so intoxicating. He would have ejaculated multiple times already just from watching her were his penis not locked in chastity prison.

Shango then gestured at him. “Come get a taste, cuck boy,” he said. “I know you’re Çukurambar Escort dying for some.”

“Thank you, Master!” Tom cried with glee.

He shuffled on his knees toward them and Daniela gave him some space, holding out Shango’s cock for him. Tom willingly opened his mouth and was soon lost to giving his own oral pleasure. He did like Daniela and groaned from deep within his throat as she shoved his head to take more of her Master’s cock. Daniela pelted his cheek with kisses while he kept on his cock-sucking exercise, before later wrenching Shango’s cock from him. They took turns sharing his cock back and forth between them. Shango at one time held their heads in his hand and drove his cock between their lips. Daniela and Tom shared kisses while they sucked and lapped on his foreskin, both moaning simultaneous pleasure.

Shango had had enough when he took Daniela’s arm and pulled her to her feet.

“Time I get some pussy out of you,” he said, gesturing at her to assume the position he wanted on the bed.

Daniela got on the bed and positioned her butt at him.

“All yours, Master,” she murmured.

Tom shifted toward the side of the bed and watched as Shango inserted his cock into his wife. His eyes went from Shango filling Daniela’s pussy with his prick to watching her face curl with hurting emotion as Shango drove deep into her. Daniela clutched the bed sheets and she groaned into the pillow in front of her as Shango thrust deep into her. He slapped her butt hard and groaned as he gave her pussy another deep thrust. Her pussy enclosed over every square inch of his prick. As if that wasn’t enough, he smacked her again, and this time Daniela responded with a louder wail.

“Take that dick!” he snarled as he rammed his cock hard into her and smacked her butt a third time, eliciting another fervent cry from her.

Shango was merciless with the way he fucked Daniela. Tom sat on his haunches and cradled his chastity-locked penis in his hand while watching them fuck.

For every pounding Daniela got from him, for every hurt she received from his cock sliding deep into her pussy, she enjoyed every aspect of her sex with Shango more. A while later Shango fucked her puckered anal hole. She pushed herself forward on the bed and her hair splayed over her face which remained buried on the pillow. Shango edged forward on top of her. He came upon the bed and balanced himself above her and continued thrusting into her hard. His hands pushed down on her waistline; his thrusting weight shook the bed.

“Ahhh… “Aiieeeee… Ohh God, you’re killing me, Master! You’re fucking killing me!” Daniela hollered from each vicious pounding she got.

There was a fire searing through her womb; Shango’s cock was the only thing to put it out. Her cries reached a higher clamour each time he pulled out of her, right before slamming into her harder. At one time Shango grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face off the pillow. Daniela Escort Çukurambar gasped and groaned a lungful of air while Shango ran his tongue across her cheek; his breath against her ear brought a rash of goose bumps across her backside.

“Take that black dick, bitch!” Shango grunted, breathing like a rampaging bear in the woods. “Take that dick… love it! TELL ME YOU LOVE IT!”

“OUUHHHH… AHHH… AHH… I LOVE IT!” Daniela whooped with ecstasy and joy amid her panting breath. “I fucking love it!”

She reached between her legs to finger her pussy while Shango’s cock stretched her asshole. Daniela unleashed a guttural cry as a climatic surge pierced through her womb like a laser beam before spreading to engulf every area of her body. The tremor of an orgasm explosion spread through her body and still Shango didn’t let down from his pace. Daniela wasn’t merely groaning anymore but screaming aloud her excitement and climax.

Eventually Shango let go of her. Daniela crumbled to the bed, gasping breathlessly. “God! Oh my God, that just blew my mind.”

Shango drew himself to her side and jerked his cock inches from her face. Daniela was still trying to catch her breath but gasped when his spurt of cum splattered across her cheek. Shango exhaled pleasurable groans of approval while ejaculating more cum on her face. Tom drew closer on the bed, watching intently each discharge of cum making pearly droplets across his wife’s face and hair. He pushed himself off from the bed when Shango leered at him.

“Come here, cuck boy,” Shango sat down on the bed and held his flaccid penis in his hand which Tom saw was still dripping cum on the carpet. “Come and do your work.”

Tom again crawled to meet him. He stuck out his tongue and first caught whiff of his wife’s cum juice before eventually tasting it off Shango’s cock. Shango gripped his head and forced him to choke on his cock all the way. Tom grunted forcefully as he accepted his punishment. Tom was content with cleaning his Master’s cock. He knew as long he did a good job, Shango would allow him to clean Daniela’s pussy as well. All that floated on Tom’s mind was pleasing his Black Master so he would be rewarded even better for later.

“There’s a good boy,” Shango murmured. He held Tom’s face upright and slapped his cheeks with his prick before allowing him to resume sucking his cock again. “You’re going to find me other couples to be with, cuck boy,” Shango said to him. “Just like Daniela’s doing. No slip-ups next time, you hear?”

“Yes, Master,” Tom answered.

“Time to take a shower, babe,” Shango said to Daniela.

Daniela gave Shango her hand to help her to her feet. “Take care of the room, cucky,” she said to Tom before following Shango into the bathroom.

The bathroom door shut behind them and Tom got busy changing the bed sheets. Daniela’s voice floated from behind the door, laughing at whatever Shango must have said to her… or maybe it was about him. Tom could only hope whatever they were discussing was about him. His hand fondled the chastity device that entrapped his penis. He thought he perceived some mild erection happening there. He would remind Daniela to make it tighter for him later. He was smiling as he went about setting the bedroom back for their return.

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Author´s note:

After a LOOONG time of neglecting this story I finally got to write some more!

Thanks to a very fun chat with a likeminded stranger today I found the inspiration not only to write chapter two, but keep it open ended to be able to add on more! Thank you, stranger, and if you ever read this, know that this exists thanks to YOU! 🙂

*****

After a short break at the cleaning station Guy was determined to keep looking around the store.

He knew there were more floors, but from where he stood he could also see sliding doors that led to a whole other section.

Curious, he zipped up his pants again and looked for the salesman, who was doing a sales pitch for another customer.

“You seem to rather enjoy this table. I’ve seen you come back to it at least three times now. I’d be remiss to tell you about our special sale. If you take one of the tables in this section, you get a 20 bucks discount in the accessory section.”

Guy watched as the customer he talked to pushed into a doll that was bent over a round wooden table, the arms spread to the sides, fastened to small metal hooks on the underside.

The doll seemed to be running out of steam as well, as it barely moved when he pushed in and pulled out.

Then he noticed a pretty sizable puddle on the floor between the customer and the doll. It was an obvious mix of the man´s cum and the doll´s liquids. Guy wondered how often the floors were cleaned, as he didn´t step into any puddles of those sorts yet.

The more he saw about this store, the more impressed he got.

It seemed like a well working machine, and even though it was a big corporation the customer service seemed to be the top concern.

Guy would write a review online once he was home.

While he was admiring everything, the salesman was done, the table sold.

“I´m sorry for the wait,” the man said with a smile. “One more happy customer, one less table. So, what can I do for you?”

Guy pointed to the sliding doors. “What’s behind there?”

The salesman stepped past him, and gestured to Guy to follow him.

When they reached the doors they automatically slid open.

To Guy´s surprise instead of a small addition to the store they stood in what seemed to be a warehouse filled with rows and rows of shelves. It was like any big convenient store, with the exception of the isles being extra wide. While you might have trouble pushing two shopping carts next to each other in a regular store, here you could probably have three in one aisle, and still be able to comfortably walk around them.

“Here we have the replacements and accessory section,” the salesman beamed.

“Need parts for your furniture? Need accessories for you or someone else? Or do you want to spice things up a bit at home? You came to the right place!”

Guy listened to the well rehearsed speech, nodding along.

Once what he just heard had sunk in, his head snapped back from looking around to the man next to him. “Spice things up? What do you mean?”

The salesman chuckled. “To the left you have multiple aisles filled with replacement parts. The middle aisles are for accessories of all kinds, and to the right you´ll find our quite sizable sex toy section. Oh, don´t look so surprised. We do not call ourselves Heart´s Desire for nothing. We basically sell all kinds of furniture, and make sure you can find things to do with, on, or around them.

So, now I would advise you to go over there, get yourself a shopping cart, and start exploring. I´ll be in the furniture Kızılay Escort section, but if you need anything, please feel free to ask any of my colleagues that roam these fine halls. Have a nice day.”

With that he turned around, and left through the doors.

Guy was rather curious now.

He walked over to where the salesman pointed him. It was a similar sight to the doll station of the first part of the store, yet totally different at the same time.

The dolls weren’t standing in a line this time. They were incorporated into shopping carts.

They had sturdy looking metal frames as one would expect from regular carts. Wheels, and a big basket on top. Though, other than other stores´ carts, fastened to the frames were the same rubber assistance dolls that he had already seen. Here, they were in different kneeling or lying positions. Some were kneeling backwards from the direction of movement, so that the “mouth” was right under the cart´s handle, others were basically on all fours, back against the underside of the basket. Others again were fixed a bit higher up, their bellies pressed against the underside of the basket, their legs fastened to the side of the handlebar.

There were many different positions, all having at least one hole easily accessible, and on the side there were buttons that seemed to change the height of the doll, so that everyone could adjust it to their needs.

‘Ingenuity at its finest’ Guy thought to himself.

As with the other dolls, these were plugged in as well. There were different sized poles on different heights, plugging into the dolls to charge them up.

Guy wandered over to them, and took his time choosing. Again they were all shiny and smooth, in different sizes, colours, and positions.

This time he chose a purely black doll. It was hunkered down on shins and forearms, and the platform it was fastened to was slightly tilted, so that the doll´s butt was pushed upwards, its head downwards. Guy took it from the charging station, and heard the already familiar squeak that sounded like surprise. The doll sprang to “life”, and started moving a little, though the way it was fixed to the frame it´s movement options were highly limited.

Guy noticed that this doll did not have a mouthhole, but instead a completely smooth face, save for some exhaust openings in the form of nostrils.

He played around with the height buttons a bit, and once he was happy with the cart, he pushed it into the first aisle.

Guy walked past the replacements section. He hadn’t even bought a single piece of furniture yet, so there was very little to replace. Every now and then, when he let his gaze wander into the isles he walked past, he saw other customers being busy with either looking at items, talking to salespeople, or using the assistance of their doll-carts.

He walked past most of them, until one cart caught his eye. He walked over to the person next to it and asked: “Excuse me, is that some kind of special cart?”

The other customer looked puzzled, but soon understood.

They went over to Guy´s cart, and said: “No, not at all. Every cart has this feature, but depending on the model it is not always easy to find at first. Yours should be… yes, right here.”

Guy thanked the other customer, who nodded politely and went back to their shopping.

Hunkering down and touching the underside of the cart´s platform, he immediately found what he was looking for: A pull-out rod with a rubber tip.

Once he was down there and mere inches Escort Kızılay away from the doll’s holes he got a whiff of it´s fragrance. As with everything regarding the dolls so far even the smell was top notch in realism. The slightly sweet scent of a human woman was wafting slightly through the air.

Guy could see the hole glistening.

Without thinking twice he decided to try and see if they got the taste right.

He kneeled down, carefully looking if there wasn’t a puddle around him, then he put his hands on the doll’s butt and dove in with his nose and mouth.

He let his tongue glide along the doll´s folds. Through his hands he felt something like a shiver. He pushed his tongue inside a little, then pulled it out, experiencing the taste.

It was just like a real woman. He was amazed. Amazed, and hungry for more.

he dove back in. He pushed the folds aside with his tongue, going in deeper this time.

He felt the doll’s walls contract slightly every so often. It also felt like it was squirming around a little, almost struggling against the restraints.

Guy was amazed that they even built the dolls with a small, clit-like button that seemed to elicit more noises from the doll than just licking it´s hole.

Being entertained by the noises the doll made, Guy proceeded to keep licking it more while using a finger to play around with the button. Not long after the doll started squealing and struggling a lot, clenching around his tongue like crazy, producing more and more tasty fluids.

Guy kept lapping up the juices for a bit, feeling the doll shiver as he did.

Once he was satisfied with his little trial he grabbed the rod that he pulled out of the cart before. It had a hinge that made it bend upwards, and it was adjustable in height as well.

He carefully inserted the rubber tip into the dolls. He noticed a button at the base of it. Once pressed, the tip started to lightly vibrate.

He wasn’t too sure, but he assumed it would keep the doll lubed up. It also seemed to activate more small noises from the doll. Guy really enjoyed them while he continued to walk the aisles.

Again he only slightly paid attention to what was presented on the shelves. From the replacement parts he walked into the accessories section.

Accessories ranged from appliances like lamps, coffee makers, vacuums, to things like tablecloths, bedsheets, carpets, all the way to personal accessories like watches, rings, and necklaces.

When the salesman told him they pretty much had everything he wasn’t lying.

Next to the bedsheets Guy saw two men using one cart. One was pushing himself into the doll´s hole between it´s legs, the other one was on the other side, using the mouthhole.

Behind them he saw a second cart pushed considerately to the side. There he could only see the cart-doll´s backside, both holes gaping slightly open, sticky white cum slowly oozing out and lazily running down the shiny legs.

He wanted to leave them their privacy, so he pushed on.

After quite some time Guy finally arrived at the section he was really interested in: The sex toys section.

It had taken quite a while, this store was enormous! And though it wasn’t as overrun as he thought it would be, the customers that did shop here seemed to be happy and content.

He couldn’t blame them.

As soon as he reached the first aisle, he saw a bunch of signs.

He took his time reading them carefully. Though he mostly knew how things worked around here by now, he still wanted to know how to avoid standing out in a negative way.

Summed up, the signs said the following:

-All the toys can be tried out to your heart´s content

-After trying them out, they are to be put back into the cleaning apparatus, where they get cleaned spotless, and disinfected before being automatically put on display again

-Every toy can be found in the original packaging right below it´s display

-If you find a box that was already opened, please immediately contact a nearby sales associate

-The dolls will assist you in every way you want to test the toys

-Toys that you want to test for a bit longer can be left in the carts and will be put away and cleaned after you are done

-If you have any questions feel free to ask a sales associate

‘Easy enough’, Guy thought.

He pushed his cart into the first aisle. There were instantly more people than in any other section. The air was filled with the sounds of vibrations, moaning, and the dolls´ various sounds.

Wide eyed he walked around. He was curious about these cleaning apparatuses.

After eyeing a few smaller dildos one caught his eye. It was roughly the size of his own penis. He picked it from the display and carefully inspected it. It looked like it was in pristine condition. Just as if it was straight out of the box.

Right beneath the displays were small dispensers for lube.

Guy took a small palm full and rubbed it on the toy. He then positioned himself right behind his doll. Hesitant he held the toy in front of the hole he had licked before. Then, after a second, he slightly shook his head, and raised his arms ever so slightly. He positioned the toy at the doll’s ass. Once again he could feel it squirm slightly. Guy carefully pushed.

There was some resistance, but with patience and slow movements the toy slid in after a mere minute or so.

He proceeded to slowly push it in a bit further, then pull it out gently.

Watching it slide in and out of the doll and hearing her very realistic sounding muffled moans encouraged him to pull out his erect cock. With one hand he kept pumping the toy in and out, and with the other he pulled out the still vibrating rod.

Immediately he filled the hole with his own rod. Watching the doll get double stuffed by him was quite the turn on. He switched paces, from pushing and pulling at the same time to alternating. The doll got louder. As did he. Guy had grabbed the cart´s handle with his free hand to steady himself, and to give him a bit of relief. He didn’t have to move his hips quite as much if he just used the cart´s mobility.

With his other hand he kept using the dildo. He was back to pumping into the doll at the same time.

After what must have been three minutes at most he felt himself getting close.

He closed his eyes, let go of the toy, and pushed his hips forward while pulling the cart towards him.

His cock was buried inside the doll, as well as the toy that he pushed along with him.

He felt his balls contract and soon his thick cum traveled through his shaft and filled the doll.

With slight movements he kept lightly stimulating himself until he was done.

When he pulled out he heard what sounded like a whimper from the doll.

He considered leaving the toy in, but it had fulfilled its purpose.

Guy wouldn’t buy it but he enjoyed being able to test it out.

Once he placed it back on the shelf the surface below it gave way and the toy fell into the cleaning machine. There was an audible whirl and some rustling, and after a minute or so it sprang back up, completely cleaned and disinfected.

Guy chuckled and kept walking. There was more to discover in this section, and he had all afternoon to do so.

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Drifter

Warning! This is a work of erotic fiction and should not be read by minors, by continuing to read you acknowledge that you are entitled to view this material. This work contains adult themes relating to: body possession, huge breasts, and lactation. The names in this work are fictitious and identification with actual persons should not be inferred.

_New instability located — Dimension TT-32137, Planet 3mMW2012-GC, Earth

_Status: Dormant

_Target Species: Human — Ambitious. Curious. Creative. Rapid development. Sexual reproduction.

_Target Being: Female. Young Adult. Inclination — Mammary. Assigned BB-8341

_Planting seed.

Meanwhile on Earth…

I brushed my teeth monotonously in front of the large bathroom mirror. It was past midnight, I stayed up to finish a college essay and would regret not getting to it earlier, going to sleep after the normal time always seemed harder somehow. The sound of the apartment door opening indicated that my roommate had returned from her night out. Sam shuffled into the bathroom and without a word began wiping off her makeup.

“Didn’t go well?” I asked as I rinsed off my toothbrush.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you look like you could strangle a cat, and because when it goes well you don’t shut up about your new hunk for a week.”

Sam put down her makeup remover and faced me. “Am I that open of a book?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding.

Sam’s attention went back to the mirror. “Since you’re so interested… I met this guy at the bar. He had muscles, but not like bodybuilder muscles, more like swimmer muscles…”

“So more like a fish then?” I butted in.

Sam scowled, “Yeah Riley, he was carrying a trident and wore a coral crown too.”

I chuckled, teasing Sam was always a treat.

“Fuck you, let me finish my story,” Sam continued. “He was a real flirt and since I couldn’t resist those muscles, we went back to his place. Things started getting a little heated, aaaaaaand while he was in the middle of taking my bra off, his friend barges into the room carrying a pack of beer. The asshole actually called his best bud in for a threesome and thought I wouldn’t mind!”

With her last outburst Sam performed a half-hearted foot stamp which drew my attention to her generous, jiggling cleavage.

“What kind of weirdo wants to do it with their friend?” Sam added. She looked back at me and saw me lazily staring at her chest. “You know what, don’t answer that you perverted lesbo. Get out, I have to tinkle.”

“But I’m bi.”

Sam practically pushed me out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

“Goodnight slut,” Sam’s muffled voice came from inside.

“Goodnight bitch,” I replied, groggily returning to my room.

I settled into bed and tried to forget the image of Sam’s boob valley etched in my mind. Part of it was attraction and part of it was jealousy, Sam was blessed with DD-cup breasts and mine barely surpassed A-cups. In some illogical part of my brain that made me less of a woman, but there was nothing to be done about it. Plastic surgery seemed dangerous and not worth the money, and what other option was there? I turned over in an attempt to shake my frustration, this was the problem with going to bed late — too much silence to fill, too much time to think about random, insignificant worries.

Luminous orbs started to appear around me in the blackness of my closed vision, popping into view like individual lights being turned in quick succession until there were thousands. I felt my body became weightless and I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened. The only thing I could do was float among the orbs and observe their beauty. An orb far away looked brighter than the rest — inviting and desireable. I drifted over and touched it.

The First Drift

I awoke in a sweat, it was already morning. Daylight was peeking in through the gaps in the window blinds and casting bright lines across my bedroom. I grasped my head and tried to recount the events of the strange dream, it had seemed so real. Was I slipped drugs or something last night? The last thing I remembered before going to bed was staying up late to finish my essay… no wait, I had been on a date with Sam… or Sam got back from a bad date? Something was wrong, I remembered two different things happening at the same time and day. A figure shifted in bed beside me. I peeked under the sheet and saw Sam, stark naked and coming out of sleep. No… Sam was straight, we weren’t fucking each other… we’re we?

“Something wrong?” Sam asked as she rolled over. She flipped the sheet off her body, revealing her large, F-cup breasts, which were accentuated by her messy long blonde hair flowing around their shape.

“I’m confused,” I spoke honestly. I looked down at my own breasts which were modestly sized C-cups by comparison. They hadn’t always been that size of course, and yet they had.

“Really confused,” I added.

…

…

_BB-8321 Drift completed: Dimension Oran Escort TT-32141, Planet 3mMW2012-GC, Earth. Near-Identical.

_Amalgamation complete, successfully enhanced Inclination.

_Continuing to monitor.

…

…

I ran to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. It didn’t make sense, as I recalled things in my past there were two distinct versions. I knew instinctively my original memories, so who was this other Riley? There were some key differences: different family tragedies, different college majors, different loves. These thoughts were interrupted when I looked into the mirror and saw my body, her body — slender, but with curves in the places that mattered. I was no longer a pixie-cut sporting stick figure, my hair now reached to my shoulders and my perky breasts stuck out proudly from under my nightie. A sensation of calm satisfaction washed over me and I felt as if I had gained something long desired.

I was tempted to admire myself for longer but the questions that disturbed my mind slowly returned. I walked back to the entrance of the bedroom and peaked in, Sam was sitting up in bed and browsing her phone. If we were really dating surely this was everything original me had ever wanted: a bustier self, getting to fuck Sam, an even bustier Sam. I stared with intense desire seeing Sam’s big breasts sway the slightest amount whenever she made a motion on her phone.

“Heeeeyyyy,” I said, walking back into the bedroom.

Sam looked up from her phone, “Yeeeesss?”

“I need to know if something happened last night,” I requested.

Sam spent an uncomfortable second looking at me and then at the floor between us. “You want to repeat that without standing 20 feet away like a weirdo?”

Embarrassed, I went and sat beside Sam on the edge of the bed. “Did something happen last night?” I repeated the question. My eyes fell on Sam’s large breasts again, normally I had some measure of self control but now it seemed impossible to resist.

“On our date?” Sam asked, lifting my head up by the chin so that we were making eye contact. “We got a little tipsy, then we gave the taxi driver a good show when we made out in the back seat.”

“No, I mean… after, when we fell asleep?”

“Uh, not really,” Sam said with a puzzled expression.

“You jolted around a couple times which woke me up, so I punched you in the arm to make sure you were okay and then went back to sleep.”

“You… punched me in the arm?” I asked in disbelief.

“To make sure you were okay,” Sam replied, turning her head away shyly.

I stifled a chuckle, that was just like Sam, both versions of her.

“That must have been an intense dream,” Sam said. “What was it about?”

“Another life, I think,” I replied solemnly.

…

…

I rummaged through the refrigerator looking for ingredients to make breakfast. “Eggs, milk, green onions…” I murmured as I pulled out items and set them on the counter. I grimaced when I spotted the jar of mayo, Sam’s favorite condiment and my least favorite. I ate it sometimes in the past but now the thought utterly disgusted me. I pondered my newfound hatred for the eggy paste but was interrupted by a thunderous slap from Sam on my ass.

“Eep!” I yelped, turning around.

Sam stood there in a worn baggy shirt smiling ear-to-ear. “Hey booty gurl,” she teased. “If you want to cool down might I suggest not doing it in front of the open fridge.”

I closed the door slowly and paused for a brief second, “Did I ever mention how much I hate mayo?”

“So you don’t like it, what else is new?”

I shook my head, “No, I mean just thinking about eating it is almost making me gag.”

“Well I’m sorry you have such a big aversion, I happen to like it,” Sam replied, crossing her arms. The motion lifted her breasts up and accentuated their shape within her shirt. I couldn’t help but stare.

Sam smirked, “Okay, what’s with you today? You’ve been fixated on my tits all morning like a horny teenage boy.”

“Have I?” I asked, absentmindedly cupping my own pair.

Sam walked up to me and pinched my nipples hard through my shirt.

“Oww, fuck!” I yelled.

“Come here you boob-slut,” Sam said, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom.

Sam pushed me onto the bed and fell on top of me. Shifting some stray blonde strands of hair out of the way, Sam locked lips with mine. Our tongues tickled at each other amid the occasional wet smack when the seal of our lips broke. I reached under Sam’s shirt and started groping her breasts, feeling the full warmth of Sam’s skin and every little detail of her perfect bosom. My fingers teased around her nipples making sure not to touch them just yet. This teasing quickened Sam’s breathing, and I could tell my lover’s kissing was becoming less focused as pleasurable anticipation ran through her.

After a minute of enduring the merry-go-round around her nipples, Sam finally had enough and broke off making out to rip her shirt off. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Suck,” she Oran Escort Bayan instructed. Sam’s pendulous breasts hung just above my head, her nipples occasionally grazing past my freshly moistened lips. Not one to stop teasing so easily, I lazily stuck my tongue out to briefly lick Sam’s nipples as they swayed back and forth. A frustrated Sam forced the issue when she lowered herself and smothered me with her left boob.

I took in Sam’s nipple and the surrounding boob-flesh, the tip of her nipple touched the back of my tongue and I pressed it hard against the roof of my mouth. Sam shook from the pleasure and lost her grip on my wrists. Taking advantage, I wrenched my wrists free and went back to squeezing Sam’s breasts, forcing them together and allowing me to take in both nipples at once. I couldn’t swallow them as deeply but the double assault was doing a number on my busty lover.

“Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck,” Sam moaned. She tried to push herself back up but was held down by my steadfast grip on her breasts. The writhing motions of my girlfriend gave rise to a little jealously in me. My own boobs were fairly sensitive, yes, and they were decently sized… at least now they were. Yet I wasn’t completely satisfied, not after sucking on Sam’s luscious titties. I wanted to trounce my bust over others and over Sam, who even in my original past was larger than I was now.

…

…

_Inclination saturation reached, seeding.

_…

_…

_…

_BB-8321 Drift completed: Dimension TT-39204, Planet 3mMW2012-GC, Earth. Tangential.

_Amalgamation complete, successfully enhanced Inclination.

_Continuing to monitor.

The Second Drift

I blinked several times to take in my new surroundings — I was standing on the sidewalk in some city I wasn’t entirely familiar with. What just happened? I was in the middle of making love to Sam when I was transported to that place with the orbs. Was this real or all just one long dream? I went to pinch myself but realized I was holding a phone in my hand, it was recording and I could see some chat messages popping up.

Is something wrong with her? one said.

She trembled and now she looks spaced out, said another.

I searched my memories and found another life that wasn’t there before, except this time it didn’t belong to just another version of myself. I was someone else entirely — Tessa, or TessTatas as she was known online. The phone was recording for her hundreds of followers, mostly men who paid to see her do erotic things. I looked down and my feet were partially obscured by her bulbous, F-cup breasts, stuffed into a too-tight orange tank top that revealed my midriff. My equally impressive ass was barely covered by a pair of denim mini-shorts that looked like they came straight from the early 2000s. Without a bra, the only thing keeping my nipples from waving hello to the world were a robust pair of nipple pasties. Tessa was a big titty streamer.

The lengths lonely men would go to just to feel validated by a girl with big tits was astonishing. Well, astonishing to my original self but not to Tessa. She’d been doing it for years and making thousands of dollars from donations every week, and all she did was read shout-outs and do a little bit of performing for the camera. It wasn’t like she was just doing this for the money either, Tessa was a huge fucking slut. She… I was filled with an intense satisfaction of being masturbation material for so many men, and my sexed-up outfit was just another part of that desire. I wasn’t normally into selling myself like that but Tessa preferences seemed to be blending into my own and I found myself being unusually comfortable with the idea. When in Rome…

I held the phone high up so that Tessa’s viewers got a good view of her cleavage and I licked my lips seductively at the camera. A chime indicated a donation coming in and I instantly found myself at the mercy of a rabbit vibrator in my snatch. This slutty fucking bimbo had hooked up her vibrator to turn on whenever a donation was made, and it would increase in intensity with the amount. My mouth gaped open partially due to shock and partially to pleasure. I instinctively grabbed a breast with my free hand but awkwardly stopped when reality set in that I was still in public. After a few seconds the vibrating stopped and I was able to collect myself.

I looked at the chat and read off a thanks to the person who donated, it was one hundred dollars… one hundred dollars for a shitty dutch angle of my tits. Was this life on easy mode?

…

…

My big titties swayed like pendulums as I walked down the sidewalk to check out the store window fronts. My camera caught many people turning to stare as I walked by, and who could blame them when I was rocking this absolute bombshell body? Every so often I’d have to withstand the vibrations in my loins from a donation, but it was manageable. I turned a corner and found myself entering a farmer’s market. Taking up the entirety of a large Escort Oran parking lot were rows of fruits, vegetables, and all sorts of arts and crafts for sale. My eyes were drawn to a little booth selling homemade knitwear but my viewers had other ideas — the chat was filled with requests to go try some food samples and who was I to deny them?

I found the nearest stall offering samples: a honey booth being operated by a plump middle aged woman. She eyed me curiously as I approached, though she seemed more interested in the phone stick than with what I was wearing.

“Can I try some?” I asked.

“Sure thing, dear,” she replied. “But I have to ask, what’s with the phone thingy?” she added as she stuck a little wooden spoon into a jar of her honey, taking out a generous clump.

“Oh, I show people online what I do and where I go,” I explained. It was technically the truth.

The lady smiled and handed me the small spoon. “Well make sure you get a good picture of my logo, I’m trying to expand my business.”

I thanked her for the sample and greedily licked the sweet nectar off the spoon. My phone instantly lit up with notifications and I could only brace for what was coming. The bullet vibrator came alive with an intensity that I hadn’t experienced since I became Tessa.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned with a mouth still full of sticky honey. Another wave hit me and I dropped to spoon to brace myself against the display table as my legs became weak.

“Are you okay dear? I know my honey’s good but it ain’t that good,” the honey lady asked me nervously.

“I’m… erm… fine,” I managed to eek out. But was I far from in control, the relentless assault from the vibrator was bringing me to the edge. The following orgasm spread out from my core, a vivid warmth flowing throughout my body. My legs started shaking uncontrollably and I gasped for air as my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The poor honey lady looked like she was considering calling an ambulance.

“Would you like take some home sweetie?” she asked me after I regained my composure. Then she leaned in closer and whispered “I’m a little jealous of you if honey does that to you all the time.”

I smiled and ordered four jars between heavy breaths.

As I exited the market and read off thanks to all my donors a strange message caught my eye among the typical compliments and requests coming in: This is not who you really are. As far as I knew I wasn’t behaving very differently from how Tessa usually did her streams. Did this guy know about the real me? I made an excuse to end the stream early and started a DM with the mysterious viewer.

TessTatas: Who is this?

Diego91: Someone like you.

TessTatas: A streamer?

Diego91: A Drifter. I know that is not your original body.

TessTatas: I don’t know what that is.

Diego91: It is what you and I are. A Drifter can throw their consciousness between dimensions to inhabit a new host body.

I pondered what to write next. This person really seemed to know what was happening with me. If I hadn’t been living it he would sound crazy.

TessTatas: How did you find me?

Diego91: A Drifter leaves dimensional instabilities wherever they go. Yours were easy to find, they were enormous.

TessTatas: Is that impressive?

Diego91: It was promising. But you are already caught in an inclination decline. I can’t risk saying more to you here. Expect me in your next Drift.

Diego91 logged off without another word and I was left with more questions than I started with. Now that I knew this wasn’t just some fever dream, that there were really others out there like me, the seriousness of the situation set in. Could I ever go back to my real self? Did I want to? I hurried home to Tessa’s apartment, I wanted to enjoy this body while I still had it, who knew when I would be set out to Drift again.

…

…

Tessa lived in an upscale apartment downtown, befitting her generous income. It was furnished with girly stuffed animals and pink décor, the perfect style for someone so focused on sharing her feminine figure. I curiously went through her wardrobe even though I already knew what was in there. Tessa’s closet was filled to the brim with fetish and cosplay outfits. In her dresser was a whole drawer devoted to various sex toys. I accidentally smacked myself in the face with a particularly long dildo when I picked it up to examine it. It waved about over my cleavage I wondered if my tits would be able to wrap around it; it was then that I remembered why I came back to the apartment in the first place.

In the first moments of privacy I had since I entered this body, I found myself stripping down and standing in front of the bathroom mirror. My hands prodded at a somewhat unfamiliar face, my lips were puffy and looked enhanced, though exploring Tessa’s memories revealed they were natural, every part of her was. This bitch was built for sex. The exquisite breasts I now possessed were everything like I dreamed of having that night when this all started. Big. Luscious. Titties. Yet for some reason I was still not satisfied with their size, I wasn’t sure if it was Tessa speaking or the rest of me.

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Ben 45 yaşındayım, bu olayı yaşadığımda 33 yaşındaydım, bu olayı anlatmazsam çıldıracağım, Bir zamanlar eletrikci dükkanım vardı, köylerde evlere elektrik çekiyordum. Yine güzel bir köye geldim ve ekiple elektrik çekmeye başladım. Köyde üçüncü günümdeydi, elektrik çekmek için girdiğim evde bir bayan dikkatimi çekmişti. Aman Alla ahım o ne güzellik sanki bir ahu, iri göğüsleri, yuvarlak kalçası, uzun boyu, yeşil gözleri, kırmızı dudakları ve elma gibi yanakları beni büyülemişti. Köy mütaasıp olduğu için benimle hiç konuşmayan bu bayanın adının Esra olduğunu, deyim yerinde ise kış kurusu bir kız olduğunun öğrendim. Göz göze gelmeye çalıyor elimden geldiğince işaretler yapıyordum, ama nafile hiç oralı olmuyordu, sanki kendisini bir ahu sanıyordu. Babası köyün ileri gelenlerinden olduğu için Esra çok havalı bir kızdı, zaten bu havalı olması onun çok güzel olmasına rağmen tabir yerinde ise evde kalmasına sebep olmuştu. Ben kafaya koymuştum bu Esra?yı ve nihayet aradığım fırsat geldi. O gün cumaydı ve herkes namaza gitti bayanlar evde tek kalmıştı, Esra?da yemek hazırlıyor diki konuşma şansı yakaladım.-Esra ne yapıyorsunuz yemek? Dedim cevap çok sert olarak,-Sana ne gelince yersin, dedi , bense hemen-Ya Esra hanım niye bu kadar sertsiniz? Oysa hayat çok güzel bak babanız anneniz ne güzel Bağlum Escort Bayan aileniz var, isterseniz benle de dost oluruz, söyleyince kızgın bir eda ile bana-Bakın ben evli insanlarla konuşmam, kendini bir b? sananlarla da, senin gibi fırsat düşkünü zi?.. eğer biraz daha üstüme gelirseniz ederim babama söylerim, siz işinize bakın benimle ne uğraşıyorsunuz.Esra sözünü bitirince ben oradan ayrıldım. Bu konuşmadan sonra Esra beni görünce ya suratını asıyor, ya dalga geçer gibi dil çıkartıyor, yada orasını gösterim b.. alırsın diyor. Bu sözler ve hareketler canımı çok sıkmaya başladı, yaptığı bu davranışlar bir çok insanında dikkatini çekmiş onlarda benimle dalga geç meye başlamışlardı.Bu ve buna benzer olaylar devam ediyor, köyde elektriğini çekmediğim bir ev kalmıştı ki, tüm olayları Esra?nın babasıda duymuş, bir sürü laf söylemişti. Biz o evinde elektriğini çektikten sonra şehre döndük ama benim aklım hep orda Esra?da kalmıştı. Unutamadım ve bunları çok sevdiğim eczacılık yapan Hakan isminde arkadaşıma anlattım. Hakan bana intikamını alacak mısın dedi evet deyince bana çok kuvvetli bir uyku hapı kutusu verdi. Bazen gazetelerde okuyordum uyku hapı içirerek tecavüz yapıldığını, Hakan?da bu olayları okuduğunda bu uyku hapı kutusunu vermişti. Hapı alarak tekrar Escort Bağlum köye dönmeye karar verdim. Köy şehre 3 sata uzaktı ve sadece bir tek araba gidiyordu, Hakan?ı eve çağırdım iyice içirerek arabasını alarak yola koyuldum. Akşam saat 9 gibi köye vardım, arabayı köyün dışına park ederek evlerin arasında kedi misali Esra?nın evinin arka tarafına ulaştım.Esra?ların evi iki katlı, ahşap, üzeri toprak örtülü büyük bir evdi, mutfaksa dışarıya bakar sanki ayrı bölüm gibi idi. Mutfağın penceresine vardığımda Esra çay demlemiş suyun kaynamasını bekliyordu, bu arada saat da gece 10.30 oldu. Bir an evde misafir var zannettim ama çok şükür yokmuş. Esra çay bardakları dolu tepsiyi içeriye götürünce hemen açık olan pencereden içeriye girerek uyku haplarının hepsini çay demliğine boşaltarak tekrar çıktım.Esra uyku hapları dolu çayı da içeriye götürdü bende kimsenin dikkatini çekmemek için aşağıya ahıra indim ve beklemeye başladım. Saat gece 12 olunca ses kesildi hemen yukarıya çıkarak mutfağın penceresinde içeriye girdim. Herkes uyumuştu ama yinede emin olmak için evin kedisini mivaflattırdım, ses seda yok hemen bende Esra?nın odasına daldım.Kapıyı açtığımda yüreğim yerinden fırlayacak sandım, o muhteşem güzelliği ile Esra yarı çıplak olarak uyuyordu, hemde o beğendiğim Bağlum Escort götünü bana doğru dikerek. Uyuduğundan emindim ama yinede ağzını ve gözünü bağlayarak üzerini soymaya başladım. Soyarken hem öpüyor hem kokluyordum. O iri göğüsleri meydana çıkınca onları öptüm, öptüm somurdum, sonra yavaş aşağıya inerek bal kutusunu buldum. Bal kutusunu yeni tıraş etmiş mis gibide kokuyordu. Bal kutusunu yaladım yaladım sonrada yarağımı çıkartarak amına sürmeye başladım, malın başını soktum ama girmedi. Hemen kalçasının altına bir yastık koydum sonrada malı kökledim. Bütün gücümle abanmaya köküne kadar sokmaya çalışıyordum sonrada kasıla kasıla geldim ve tüm döllerimi Esra?nın bal kutusuna doldurdum. Yarağımı çektiğimde benim döllerimle Esra?nın kızlığının bozulduğuna dair birkaç damla kan geldi. Tam gidecektim ki götünün güzelliğini gördüm. Esra?yı ters çevirdim, götünü biraz yaladıktan sonra bu kez götüne yüklendim. Birazdan döllerimi bu kez de Esra?nın götüne akıt tından sonra her tarafını temizledim, sırtını tekrar giydirdim ve dudaklarına bir öpüş kondurarak oradan hızla ayrıldım.Şehre geldiğimde saat sabahın 6 olmuştu, hemen bir iki kadeh içerek yattım, sabahleyin Hakan?la beraber uyandım. Birkaç hafta sonra köye alacak için gittiğimde hep Esra?nın tecavüzü konuşuluyordu, meğer benden şüphelenmiş ve ve polisin yaptığı araştırmada benim Hakan?la içip sızdığımdan bu şüphe kalkmıştı.Ben paraları topladım ve köye bir daha uğramadım sonradan öğrendiğime göre Esra?nın bir çocuğu olmuş, hemde benim ismimi vurduğu bir oğlan çocuğu ne acı değilmi? Kendi çocuğumu sevememekGönderen: Murat

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Selam milllet ben hollandada oturuyorum 24 yasindayim karim 23 yazlari izine giderdim izmirde oturuyorum.bundan dörtsene önce bir kizla tamisdim cok güzeldi cikmaya basladik zaman gecdikce daha cok sevdim karar verdik evlenmeye dügünümüz oldu ve birde cocumuz oldu.bundan 3 ay önce izine Esertepe Escort gitdikhep beraber birgün karimin cani hamama gitmek istedi bende sevmiyorum öyle yerleri neyse onu kiramadim tamam dedim vardik karima ben cadde gezeyim sen hamama gir 2 sat sonra gelip alayim Esertepe Escort Bayan dedim tamam dedi neyse onu birakdim kendim caddeye vardim gezdim zaman geldi gideyim dedim ve vardim kapiya doru varir ken sesler gel ya dedim yanlis yeremi geldim dedim ama dogruydu Escort Esertepe biraz dinledim beynimden vurulmusa döndüm karimin sesiydi bagiriyordu gecir diye daha fazla dayanamayip girdim iceriye bakdim suyun icinde karimi yatirmis bir adam 35 yaslarinda sikiyordu benim iceri girdigimi farketmediler bile zevkden adam öyle yaliyor sokuyordu karimdsa kendinden gecmis beni bile tanimadi ama o yaragi yigen kari nasil tanicakdi adamin siki esek siki gibiydi sonra basladi benim kide kakmaya ama kendime hakim oldum cekip cikdim ne haliniz varsa görün diye sonra geri hollandaya döndümGönderen: hasan

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Merhaba adım nilgün 32 yaşındayım ve 10 yıllık evliyim 8 yaşında bir kızım var eşim enderle severek evlendik evlendiğimden beri hiç bir şekilde çalışmadım eşimin durumu iyi idi çok güzel bir işi vardı oda krizden etkilenip borçlarını ödeyemeyip iflas etti şimdi ev eşyaları pazarlaması yapıyor sıkça istanbul dışına çıkıyor bende eşimin kız kardeşi sayesinde onun la birlikte özel bir hastahanede santral memuru olarak işe başladım yeşim 27 yaşında ve 4 yıllık evli biri onunla tüm konularda çok iyi anlaşıyoruz bana çok samimi davranıyor ben işte iken evde kayınvalidem kalıyor kızım okuldan gelince onunla ilgileniyor bu yüzden içim rahat işime gidip geliyordum yeşimle Yurtçu Escort her şeyimizi paylaşırdık evliliğimizden konuştuğumuz bir gün ona abini çok özledim yeşim gelmesini sabırsızlıkla bekliyorum dedim gülüştük anlaşılan abim seni iyi beceriyor dedi bende evet dedim onu çok özledim yeşim inan artık masturbasyon yapmaktan ve içime birşeyler sokmaktan bıktım artık dedim oda haklısın yenge ama benimde senden farkım yok benim eşim yanım da olmasına arğmen beni şimdiye kadar orgazma ulaştıramadı dedi.Neyse bir gün hastahanedeydim ve çok rahatsızdım devamlı neredeyse tuvalete gidiyordum anlaşılan yediğim birşey dokunmuştu ve vücudum susuz Yurtçu Escort Bayan kalmıştı deyim yerindeyse tuvaletten çıkmıyordum bir kabinde oturmuştum ayağa kalkacak halim yoktu içeri birileri girdi birbirlerine canım seni çok özledim amını yalamak ve seninde beni yalamanı istiyorum dedi bir süre sonra bulunduğum yerde zevk iniltileri duyulmaya başlamıştı sesler adeta beni etkilemişti oturduğum yerden kalkmıyarak kapıyı ses çıkarmadan aralamaya çalıştım ve gördüklerim karşısında dona kalmıştım yeşimle yine hemşire olan sonizi görmüştüm birbirlerini yalıyorlardı yeşim yere uzanmış sonizin amını yalarken sonizde yeşimin amını yalıyordu Escort Yurtçu çok etkilenmiştim ve bende kendi kendimi okşamaya başladım bir süre bu şekilde devam ettiler ve orgazm olup üzerlerini düzelttiler ateşli bir öpüşmeden sonra tuvaletten çıktılar bende amımı ve elimi yıkayıp üzerime çeki düzen verip tuvaletten çıktım yeşimle beraber mesaimiz bitmiş ve eve gitmek için işyerinden ayrılmıştık yolda yürürken yeşimi durdurdum ve ona yeşim bugün tuvalette sonizle olan ilişkini gördüm o anda bende tuvaletteydim siz beni farketmediniz dedim yeşim inkar etmeye çalıştı ama yaptıklarını söylediğimde bunu epey zamandır yaptıklarını söyledi ve aramızda kalmalı dedi bende tamam dedim ona bundan zevk alıyormusun yeşim dediğim de sen manyakmısın nilgün eşimden çok daha fazla bundan zevk alıyorum dedi hatta ve hatta istersen sende bize katılabilirsin nilgün dedi söz aramızda kalacak dedi bende bir kere denemenin çok hoş olacağını düşünüp kabul ettim devamı geliyor………

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