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Şimdi sizlere anlatacağım olay başımdan geçen bir tecavüz olayıdır. Bundan 3 sene evvel bir kargo şirketine ofisboy olarak girmiştim. Ofiste gerekli evrakları sağa sola götürüyor, iş yerlerine, yeri gelince, evlere ve işyerlerinede girip çıkıyordum. Bir akşam üstü çok önemli bir evrağı götürmem için bir adres verilmişti. Işyerinden evrağı bıraktıktan sonra eve gitmek için izin istedim. Zaten saatin geç olacağını ve ve o saaten sonra tekrar işyerine dönmemin gereksiz olacağı söylenmiş ve teslim fişini ertesi güne işyerine getirbileceğim söylenerek izin verilmişti… Ben adresi bulmak için yola çıktım, yaklaşık 45 dk sonra adresi buldum. Adres bir evdi Kazan Escort ve kapıyı çaldım. Adreste kapıyı genç bir erkek açtı. Ben evrağı uzattım almadı ve beni içeri davet etti. Içeri girdim, evrağı yine uzattım. Teslim fişlerini imzalattım, tekrar oturdum. Bana içki içip içmeyeceğimi sordu. Ben içki içtiğimden ve mesaim de bittiğinden teklifini kabul ettim. Içkilerimizi içerken sohbet ediyor konuşuyorduk. Bir şişe viskinin yarısından fazlasını içmiştim ve iyice sarhoş olmuştum. Neredeyse elimi kaldıracak halim kalmamıştı. Odasına götürerek soydu…Bana istersen burada kalabilirsin diyerek misafir perverliğini göstermişti. Ben de bunu Escort Kazan kabul etmiştim. Sonra beni odasına götürerek soydu ve yatırmıştı. Ben içkinin de etkisiyle sızmıştım, uyuyordum. Aradan ne kadar zaman geçti bilmiyorum ama arkamda son derece muazzam bir acıyla uyanmıştım. Gözlerimi açtığımda adam beni domaltmış arkama erkekliğini sokmaya çalışıyordu. Bense korkudan bağıramamıştım bile. O ise arkamda gidip geliyordu. Daha sonra böyle sikemeyeceğini anlayarak beni yan yatırdı ve kendi de arkama geçti ve bu sefer sikini kremleyip arkama sonuna kadar yüklendi. Deliğim çok kötü acıyordu ama bağıramıyordum bile. Adam oralı bile değildi. Kazan Escort Bayan Arkamda hızla gidip geliyordu. Kasılmalarından boşalıcağını anlamıştım. Daha sonra tekrar pozisyon değiştirerek kalktı ve bacaklarımı iki yana açarak kaldırdı ve tekrar deliğime soktu. Artık canım yanmıyordu ve o sarhoş halde zevk bile almaya başlamıştım ve adam birkaç gel gitten sonra sarsıla sarsıla boşalmıştı. Sonra üstüme yığıldı ve bacaklarımı birkaç dakika okşadı ve dudaklarımı öpüp çok güzel olduğunu söyleyip yanımdan kalktı. Tekrar uykuya daldım. sabah olmuştu, başım çok ağrıyoru. Adam tekrar odaya girdi. Sanki dün akşam hiç birşey olmamış gibiydi. Yanıma geldi ve dudaklarımdan öptü ve onunla beraber olmamı istedi. Kabul etmedim tabii ama beni iş yerine söylemekle tehdit edince kabul etmek zorunda kaldım ve tekrar ilişkiye girdik. Bu birkaç zaman devam etti. Hatta bana grup sex bile yaptırdı ama artık kurtuldum özgürüm… Gönderen: Devrim3000

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Ben bugün 25 yaşında bir kızım, geçmişte yaşadığım bende tatlı ve acı anılar bırakan bir olayı sizlerle paylaşıp paylaşmama konusunda epeyce düşündükten sonra paylaşmaya karar verdim. 18 yaşındaydım,cinsel arzularım oldukça fazlaydı, çok küçük yaşlardan beri kendi kendimi tatmin ediyordum,fakat küçük bir çevrede yaşadığım,tutucu bir ailenin kızı olduğum için arzuladığım türden bir yaşantım olmuyordu.Aile çevremde olan erkeklerle dahi olan ilişkilerimde hep onlarla olmayı arzular onları düşünerek masturbasyon yapardım.Hatta benden bir yaş küçük erkek kardeşimin gizlice cinsel organını görebilmek için çok büyük çabalarda sarfetmişimdir.Onu masturbasyon yaparken gizlice izlediğim gündeki hislerimi hiçbir zaman unutamam.Ev ortamından kurtulabilmek için birgün babama çalışmak istediğimi söyledim,nereden çıktı bu kızım diye beni azarladı çünkü ekonomik olarak durumumuz oldukça iyiidi fakat ona evde sıkıldığımı bir işe yaramak istediğimi falan söyleyince ikna oldu.Mahalledeki arkadaşlar çalıştıkları yerin yakınlarındaki bir dükkanın tezgahtar aradığını söylediler.Buna çok memnun oldum sabahtan kalktığımda ilk işim arkadaşlarla beraber oraya giderek görüşmek olacaktı.Görüşmek için arkadaşlar beni dükkana götürüp ayrıldılar, koltuğunda oturan 32-33 yaşlarında sert görünüşlü uzun boylu olan dükkan sahibi bana işle ilgili bazı sorular sorarken yüzüme dahi bakmıyordu,hareketlerinden ailesine bağlı ve kesinlikle başka bir işte pek gözü olmayan tipte biriydi bu davranış beni çok etkilemişti fizik olarakta hoşlandığım gibi uzun boylu ve yapılıydı ben tüm bunları düşünürken anlaştıkmı dediklerimi kabul ediyormusun lafı ile kendime geldim ve evet kabul ediyorum dedim.Ertesi Aktepe Escort Bayan gün sabah işe başlamak için ayrıldığımda benim için yeni bir dönem başladığını hissedebiliyordum.Evet artık çalışmaya başlamıştım dükkanda ben ve patrondan başka kimse olmuyordu.Günler böyle geçerken dükkan sahibinin hiç ilgisini çekememem beni deli ediyordu.İlgisini çekecektim bunu biliyordum.Müşreri olmayıp oturduğumuz zamanlarda hissettirmeden kendi kendime onu izleyerek masturbasyon dahi yaptığım zamanlar olmuştu onu arzuluyor ve istiyordum düşünebiliyormusunuz günün 12 saati birlikte olduğunuz insan sizi farketmiyor yandığınızı onu arzuladığınızı hissetmiyordu.Çalışmaya başlayalı 1.5 ay gibi bir zaman olmuştu bir gün yine dükkanda otururken onu izlediğimi farketti bir taraftan onun pantalonunun önüne bakıyor elimlede yavaşça daracık kot pantolonumun üzerinde cinsel organımla oynuyordum.Bu sırada başını oturup hesap yaptığı maasadan kaldırınca göz göze geldik.Beni onu izlerken yakalamıştı bu beni çok mutlu etmişti.Aradan geçen bir kaçgün zarfında samimiyetimiz hep ilerleyerek devam etti artık oturduğu masanın yanında ayakta duruyor hesaplara bakmak bahanesi ile ona sürünüyordum ve bundan etkilendiğinide hissediyordum.Bu beni çok mutlu etmişti.Yine birgün gelen malların faturalarını incelerken ona epeyce sokuldum masasının tam yanında duruyordum masaya doğru eğildiğimde göğüslerimi sıkıca ona sürttüm şaşkın bir şekilde bana baktı ve kafasını hemen önüne çevirdi şaşırmış sanki devam et der gibiydi. Yakınlaşma ile devam eden birkaç günden sonra oturmuş muhabbet etmeye başlamıştık konuşmamız sırasında mümkün olduğunca konuyu cinsel konulara çekip güçlü cinsel Aktepe Escort arzularım olduğunu hissettirmeye çalışıyordum.Oda bana bu dar evlilikten önce bu isteklerimi kontrol etmem gerektiğini söylerken ileri derecede beni arzulamaya başladığını hissediyordum.Tam o sırada telefon çaldı telefonu kaldırmak üzereyken eli elimin üzerine geldi elimi sıktı ve çekti o an organımdan salgıların aktığını hissettim.Telefonu kapayıp hemen yukarı lavabonun olduğu yerdeki dpo olarak kullandığımız bölüme çıktım biraz kendime geldiktensonra aşağıya indim.Artık dükkanı kapatma zamanıda gelmişti bana yarın sabah biraz erken gelebilirmisin dedi bende olur dedim.Erken gelde kepenkleri kaldırmadan depoda biraz düzenleme yapalım dedi.İçim kıpır kıpırdı başarmıştım.Evet artık amacıma ulaşmıştım artık cinsel isteklerimi tatmin edebilme imkanına sahiptim,hemde güvenilir biriyle çünkü en yakın arkadaşına dai bu birlikteliğimizden bahsedemezdi.Bütün bu düşünceler içerisinde sabaha kadar doğru dürüst bir uyku dahi uyuyamadım biran önce sabah olmasını istiyordum.Sabahtan kalktım güzel bir banyo yapmalıydım duşun altına girdiğimde adeta su ile sevişir gibiydim arzularım dinmek bilmiyordu ilk defa bir erkeğin cinsel organını hissedecek deli gibi öpecek yalıyacaktım.göğüslerimi ucları pesbembe olan göğüslerimi ve cinsel organımı okşuyor patronumun ellerinin ve dudaklarının dokunduğunu hissediyordum,aklıma bütün tüylerimden temizlenmek geldi beni daha arzulu yalasın yesin diye ve duştan çıktım üzerimi giyinmeye başladım.Her zamankinden 40 dakika önce dükkanın önüne geldim depo kapısı açıktı iteleyerek içeri girdiğimde birden kapı kapandı ve anahtarlandı patron kapının arkasındaydı Escort Aktepe ve kapattığı anda anahtarladı.Bana gel hoşgeldim nasılsın dedi.Ben aynen hissettiklerimi söyledim içim kıpır kıpır sabaha kadar uyuyamadım hislerimi bastıramadım diye .Kendimi zor tutuyordum bir an önce beni kollarının arasına alsa ya diye düşünürken dudaklatım da sıkıca öpmeye başladı bende becerebildiğim kadar cevap vermeye çalışıyordum ama kendimi kaybetmek üzereydim dudaklarımı öperken kazağımın üzerinden göğüslerimi sıkıyordu bu bana çok zevk veriyordu,kulaklarımın arkasını boynumu yalıyor kendimi bayılacak gibi hissediyordum,elim birden çok istediğim yere yani pantolonunun önüne gitti ohhhh sıcacık bir şey ne güzel ve dudaklarımdan öperken fermuarını açmaya uğraşıyordum bunu farketti ve bana yardımcı oldu kemerinide çözerek pantolonu aşağıya indirdi hemen yere çömeldim ve kilodunu aşağıya çektim aman allahım ne güzel hep hayal ettiğim şey karşımdaydı hep hayal ettiğim erkek cinsel organı avuçlarımın içindeydi.Daha dayanamayıp öpmeye başladım bana ağzına al dedi ve bende aldım hepsini almak yutmak istiyordum inanın yalarken aldığım zevki anlatamam kendimi kaybetmiştim sanırım deli gibi yalıyordum birden beni saçlarımdan ayağa kaldırarak pantolonumun önünü açtı ve aşağıya çekti kazağımıda boynuma doğru çekerek göğüslerimi sütyenimden çıkardı göğüslerimin uclarını bazen yumuşak bazen koparırcasına yalıyordu yalayarak aşağıya doğru indi organımı yalarken aman tanrım bu ne zevk tahmin ettiğimden daha güzel diye geçti içimden deli olacaktım ve ayağa kalkarak dudaklarımı yalarken organını bacaklarımın arasına soktu ama onun boyu benden uzun olduğu için organımın üzerindeydi onu hissediyordum işte çıldırmak üzereydim bacaklarımın arasında adeta organım üzerinde gidip geliyordu artık yıkılacak gibiydim.Daha ayakta duracak halim kalmadığını anlayan patronum hadi bakalım aşağıya inme zamanı geldi dedi ve ben iniyorum sende 15 dakika sonra gelirsin diyerek hazırlanıp dükkana indi

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Hikayem bir ilkbahırın mis kokulu bir gunundeydiissiz bir parkta oturmus sevgilim Nur un beni sevip sevmediğini bir papatyayla ogrenmeye calisiyordum bu esneda bir yarim saat kadar gecmis.simdi ise gozumun onunde kimi goreyim tahmin edin …..TABİKİ DE NURU amma salaksınız insan anlamaz mı krolar… cok sevinmis hopbala hopbala yapıyor nuru kucagima oturdum kudurtuyordum Nur Bağlum Escort Bayan ise buna sesini cikarmayıp adeta gupe gunduz orgazm olmus gibi cıglık atıp ıslandı ısladı diyordu.ben sert bir cıkıs yapıp eve gidek dedim.ve kalktık zıplaya oynaya ceylan gibi eve gittik galba gercekten kudurmaya baslamisti sonunda eve vardik.o da nesi ….evde kız kardesim Escort Bağlum gonca killa sevgilisi ormeci deli gibi 69 yapıyordu kardesim gonca ormecinin menilerini yutuyordu daha sonra bizi farkettiler ve karsdesim bizide cagirdi kardesim bakireydi ve hemen nuru birakip goncanın amına tum hucrelerimle hucum ettim ve goncanın amından kan gldi daha sonra Bağlum Escort nurda hemen soyunduyalnız nurun memeleri benzin kokuyordu birisi galba fantezi diye nuru yakmaya calısmıstı bu da herhalde bizim kucuk yarak emirdi neyse… sonra nurunda amcigii patlattım ev adeta dol ve kan olmustu. bu esneda benim oglanda hal mecal kalmadi yaragimi nura temizletip yolladım gece de klardesimle yattım anem ise kardes kardese yatın dedi ama ne yaptımızın aslında haberi yok gece boyunca sevistik butun rakamlari denedik artik her gece sevisiyoruz ….HEY KİZLAR İSTANBULLUYUM MAİLLERİNİZİ BEKLİYOM SİZİNLE EN AZİNDAN SANAL SEX YAPARIM HADİ BANA MAİL YOLLAYIN…Gönderen: susam sokagi

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Okul bitmişti, ben lobide arkadaşlarımı bekliyordum ve samimi olduğum ama çok sexi kız yanıma geldi sohbet ettik bana gel senle sınıfa çıkalım Esertepe Escort dedi. Ben biraz düşünüp tamam dedim. O sınıfa Esertepe Escort Bayan girer girmez gömleği çıkarmış Escort Esertepe ve südyenli şekilde bana doğru geldi ve fermuarımı açıp başladı saxo çekmeye ben hayret içindeydim bu kadar erken beklemiyordum ve kızın azına boşaldım o bi daha istiyordu ve onu götten siktim çünkü bakireydi ve onu bozmak istemezdim kız ertesi gün bana çıkma teklif etti ve her hafta buluştuğumuzda sevişiyoruz çok zevkli ve heycan dolu anılar oluyo tavsiye ederim…Gönderen: sexi

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Part 1

Elaine was leading a double life. Just turned twenty and she had already found a job she loved in the only private investment bank in her home town. She was the youngest in an almost all-female staff, the only man being the manager. She loved her work, her clients and, most of all, her colleagues. They were all in their late thirties or early forties and had taken her under their wing as a sort of surrogate daughter.

One thing she didn’t like was the uniform they all had to wear. It was only a white silk blouse and a straight black skirt but, although she had been measured for it at her interview, the blouses all seemed to be tight around her firm breasts and the skirt was at least two inches shorter than she had expected it to be. And far too tight across her round cheeks. On her first day she felt very self conscious about wearing her uniform but, on arrival, she noticed that all the other women seemed to be in the same predicament. It was as if someone had deliberately altered the measurements on the requisition form.

The only real fly in the ointment, however, was their manager. Distant and aloof, he stayed in his office all day and was only heard when he roared from his office. All the other women seemed to be terrified of him even though Elaine couldn’t see what there was to be terrified of such a small balding fat man.

But then, Elaine had another source of income because Elaine was leading a double life. Elaine was very proud of the fact that she sold her worn panties, used thongs, dirty lingerie and anything else she could spare.

It all started two years ago when her parents bought her a laptop for her eighteenth birthday. Until then she had been restricted to using the family computer and wouldn’t have dreamed about going into a chat room. Now, however, she had realised just how turned on she got talking to men (and sometimes women) that she didn’t know. Very soon they would ask her for photos before the really brave ones began to ask her for her worn panties. She couldn’t believe it at first and actually found it quite embarrassing. She couldn’t deny that it also felt incredibly naughty – and she loved it!

As she got over her initial inhibitions and began to post her underwear to the men and women who requested them she realised that she would very soon have no panties left. That’s when she had a brainwave and decided to sell rather than give her knickers away. Within months she had a thriving business that took very little effort on her part other than wearing her panties and then posting them to whoever wanted them.

One man in particular was a very good customer and through their emails she had discovered that he lived in her hometown and seemed to revel in her being dominant with him in her messages. She could still remember the first time she had sent him a pair and could still remember the thrill she felt all that day, knowing that the panties she was wearing would be sent off to a complete stranger. She could remember how her pussy had throbbed whenever she thought about what she was going to do and how her juices had leaked and moistened her panties, just as she imagined her new “customer” would want. The more excited she got, the wetter her panties became.

By the end of the day she was sure she could smell the fresh aroma from the juices leaking from between her legs. She wasn’t sure who else was at home at that moment but she knew had to touch herself. Sitting down on her single bed, she raised her short skirt up over her smooth thighs and slowly slid her fingers under the waistband of her sodden panties.

Moving along her moist, shaven lips, she couldn’t help but touch her swollen clit and that touch was enough to give her the most pleasurable shock of her young life. Returning to her lips, she just had to slip her finger in and gasped as her pussy tightened around it. She was so tight inside and loved the feeling of enveloping her finger, holding on to it and squeezing it, pulling it deeper and deeper, just as she pushed faster and faster. Her juices were now running down her finger, down between her cheeks and onto her panties, just as her orgasm was building and she began to lose control.

Forcing herself to remove her finger, she pulled her knickers to the side with her other hand and this time plunged two fingers deep into her waiting pussy. Instantly she came and the orgasm was so intense — she had never cum like this before and wave after wave washed over her body until she was helpless with pleasure. She lay there for about ten minutes unable to move, her young pussy still throbbing and shining with her juices, her nipples still hard and erect and sensitive. She moved her fingers ever so slightly, the fingers still deep within her swollen pussy – each movement sending shivers of pleasure up her spine and down her legs. Eventually she tentatively withdrew her fingers then wiped them on the front of her knickers. She knew she would have to wear them overnight and wondered if her Polatlı Escort panties would survive another drenching.

That night she dreamed about what the unknown recipient of her panties would do with them and the next morning they were really sticky, the scent of her cum wafting up from under her duvet. She gingerly took them off, rolled them up and sealed them in a padded envelope before taking it to the local post office. Her pussy was still throbbing and she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she handed over her package to the elderly spinster behind the counter.

Ever since then, he had become a regular customer but had also become more and more subservient in his manner as she made him beg in his emails for every pair of panties she sent him. With him and a few others on her mailing list, she really was making good money and, together with her wages from the bank, life was good.

If only she didn’t have to work for her horrible manager — Mr Cyril Jenkins.

Part 2

Cyril Jenkins was leading a double life. At work he was the respected pillar of the community, feared by his staff, loved by his shareholders. At home, however, it was a different story. At home it was he who lived in fear — fear of his domineering wife who took every chance she got to belittle him, and especially his performance in bed. But Cyril had a secret that even his witch of a wife didn’t know about — he bought used panties online and used them for his own pleasure.

It had been going on for about two years now. He had stumbled upon the site by accident but now he couldn’t stop — he was addicted to a young girl’s used panties and he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t even know the girl. All he knew was that he lived for the post being delivered and the arrival of another pair of used knickers for him to wrap around his cock.

But his addiction was getting worse and he was having to beg more and more whenever he wanted his fix. He had ordered two pairs of used cotton panties from his favourite supplier this week and for days now he had been beating his tyrant of a wife to the mail before she opened it and he lost the last shred of self esteem.

Finally the large envelope dropped through the letter box, discretely packaged as always. He knew as soon as he saw it the pleasure that it would bring and he could feel that familiar tingling in his balls already.

His wife yelled from the bedroom, demanding to know what was in the post but when he assured her it was just bills she lost interest. He popped his head around the door of the bedroom he was no longer allowed to share and told her he was going for his shower. She waved dismissively at him and he scurried off with his treasure hidden in his dressing gown.

He reached the bathroom safely and, after turning on the shower, he pulled his pyjama trousers down and sat on the toilet, his bare arse shivering as it touched the cold seat. Slowly, wanting to enjoy every moment, he opened the envelope and immediately the smell of pussy juice filled his nostrils. The scent seemed to surround him as his cock stiffened and his mind turned to thoughts of the pussy that had so recently rubbed against these panties.

Carefully pulling the first pair, plain white cotton, out of the envelope and fitted them over his head. At first he covered his nose with the crotch as he stroked his hard prick with his other hand, sniffing at the strong scent his Mistress had left for him. Pulling them down slightly, he licked the still damp white gusset, tasting the white cream, tasting the woman who had worn these panties, tasting his Mistress’s juices.

He then took out the other pair, red panties with small white hearts on them. He imagined the crotch was still damp as he wrapped them around his cock as began to stroke it once more.

He could smell pussy from the panties on his face and he could feel pussy from the panties on his cock. He was in overdrive as he twisted the panties on his head and sniffed until he found where his Mistress’s arsehole would have been.

Sucking on the stained white cotton and stroking his cock for all he was worth, his breathing quickened as the steam from the shower was making him hotter and hotter. His hands flew ever faster on his cock and the moisture dripped off his hairy balls. Just as he was about to cum, his wife hammered on the door.

“What are you doing in there? I hope you’re not playing with your tiny cock, you worthless pervert! Ger out here now and let me have my shower.”

Part 3

Work at the bank was different today. Elaine knew as soon as she arrived that something was wrong. Mr Jenkins had been in a foul mood all day and had called a staff meeting for that afternoon, their early closing day. All the other women seemed suddenly fearful and Elaine wondered why a simple thing like a staff meeting should have them all in such a state. She was soon to find out.

Once the doors had been closed to the public Polatlı Escort Bayan everyone headed for the manager’s office. As her best friend, Mary, chapped on the door, the women all seemed to shrink into themselves as Mr Jenkins yelled at them to enter. Reluctantly, the women trudged through the doorway and sat down on the seats that had been arranged in a semi circle around the manager’s desk.

All the women, save Elaine, hung their heads as Mr Jenkins proceeded to yell at them for being a lazy bunch of incompetents. All of them were useless and something would have to be done about it. A lesson needed to be learned and he was just the man to deliver that lesson.

“Mary!” he yelled.

Elaine’s best friend, the woman who had been her mentor since her first day at work gasped as the rest of the staff seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Mr Jenkins pushed his chair back from his desk as Mary tool a deep breath and stood up.

“You know what to do.”

Elaine watched, totally mystified as, with a small nod, Mary walked round the desk and proceeded to lie across their manager’s lap. Mr Jenkins looked up from the woman draped across his knees and stared directly at Elaine.

“We do things a little differently here. If you don’t like it, you can leave but you will never work in this bank ever again. Nor anywhere else in this town.”

With that, he turned his attention back to Mary and slightly adjusted her knees so that he could have ready access to her backside as well as her pussy. Making himself comfortable, he ordered Elaine to come and stand behind Mary so that she could see exactly what was happening. As he said this he moved his right hand down, resting it on Mary’s stocking-clad thigh for a second, before moving it up, moving it under her short skirt. Mary trembled, hoping he would be satisfied with just her bottom.

Elaine stood on the spot, mesmerised. Why was he doing this? Why was Mary letting him? Why were none of the other women protesting? The questions swirled around in her head but there were no answers to be found. All she could see was Mr Jenkins hand moving further upwards under the cover of her friend’s black skirt.

“Sometimes the punishment I kindly administer requires the removal of all clothing,” he once again addressed Elaine. “Today, however, since this is the first time you will have witnessed anything like this, I will simply pull up Mary’s skirt.”

Without another word, he deftly lifted and folded her skirt up onto her back. Elaine couldn’t help but notice the stockings and black silk knickers that her friend was wearing. In any other situation she would have told Mary how sexy she looked. But not here, not like this; not draped across their manager’s lap, in his office, in front of the rest of the staff.

Elaine tried but couldn’t tear her eyes away as Mr Jenkins began by gently smoothing his right hand over Mary’s silky upturned cheeks. Both women gasped as, almost innocently, his hand slid down between her legs and pressed on the soaking crotch of her black knickers.

Grinning smugly to himself, Elaine watched in horror as this evil man raised his hand from Mary’s pussy and announced that the spanking was about to begin. She watched in horror as he brought his hand down on Mary’s right cheek, the noise of the slap reverberating around the office. Once again, Elaine looked to the other women but they were all looking at the floor, glad that it wasn’t their turn.

Once again the right hand was raised, falling this time on the poor woman’s left cheek. Ten more followed, five on each side, before their manager stopped, his breathing ragged, his forehead covered in drops of sweat.

“What a horrible little man,” thought Elaine, once more wondering why they were all putting up with this. If she thought Mary’s ordeal was over, however, she was badly mistaken.

Reaching for the waistband of the silky knickers, Mr Jenkins grabbed them and roughly pulled them down until they were hanging at her knees. Elaine stared in wonder and awe at the sight of her friend’s pink cheeks and shuddered as she felt a little tingle between her legs.

With her cheeks visible and her legs apart Mary knew that her young colleague would also be able to see her shaven pussy and she shivered once more at the shameful position she found herself in. Once again, their evil manager slipped a finger down to slide along her pussy lips and, once again, he grinned to feel how wet his employee was.

He didn’t waste any time now, the blows raining down on poor Mary’s upturned cheeks, first one then the other. The noise of the slaps on her now bare bottom were even louder and Mary started to wiggle on her manager’s lap. She knew, however, that the rule was her knickers were never allowed to fall to the floor and the more she moved her outstretched legs, the more she knew she was showing to the shocked Elaine.

Looking down at her friend’s poor cheeks, Escort Polatlı the younger girl noticed that her bottom was much redder than the slight pink tinge it had had earlier but even now their manager didn’t stop. More and more slaps fell on Mary’s upturned cheeks before Mr Jenkins finally stopped and admired the heat rising from the punished bottom before him.

As if he had given an unseen signal, Mary climbed off his lip and gingerly waddled to the corner of the room, her knickers still stretched between her legs, her red bottom naked for all to see.

Elaine was told to sit back down again and the meeting continued. The rest of the women kept their heads down, unwilling to be reminded of the punishment that could befall any one of them at any time.

After a few more lectures about performance from the sweating Mr Jenkins, the meeting ended and everyone was told to leave. Everyone that is, but Mary. Her ordeal was not yet over.

Part 4

Elaine was still raging when she left the bank. The other women had explained that the bank, therefore Mr Jenkins, held their mortgages, personal loans and every other account they and their families had. That is why they put up with their too-small uniforms; that is why they put up with his behaviour and that is why, once a month at the staff meeting, they allowed him to spank one of them. What went on after the others left his office was something they never spoke of, not even to each other.

So Elaine was angry. Elaine was also incredibly turned on. She had never seen anything so arousing as Mary draped over Mr Jenkins lap and she knew that if she didn’t get home soon she would have to find relief somewhere much more public.

She did, however, get home before the itch between her legs overtook her sanity. She raced to her bedroom and lay down on the bed, desperate to touch herself, desperate to feel her fingers on her clit and deep in her pussy. But as she lay there she suddenly realised this would not be enough; she needed something more, something dirty, something risky.

She got up off the bed and turned on her laptop, logging on to her own website, and posted a message to all her customers.

“If you want to buy the panties that I am wearing right now and watch me masturbating then place your bids now.”

The auction began almost immediately and, aiming her webcam directly at her chair, putting on the mask she sometimes wore when she couldn’t sleep, she began.

Sitting in the chair, her vision removed by her mask, she began to open the buttons on her silk blouse. Starting at the top and working down, she slowly revealed her bra covered breasts to the hungry eye of the camera, her every sense heightened by her lack of sight and by her lust. Shrugging her blouse off her shoulders, she pulled her arms free then dropped it on the floor.

Looking directly at where she imagined the camera to be, she reached behind herself and unhooked her white lace bra, letting her firm round breasts hang free. She knew it wasn’t because her room was cold that her nipples were already hard as rocks but because of her own arousal and the thought of unknown men staring at her engorged nipples, imagining one or more of them licking and sucking on her breasts. She couldn’t stop her herself as she reached up and brought her hands to them, rubbing them, squeezing them.

She could feel the fire between her legs burn so she once again reached behind herself to unfasten her skirt, lifting her bottom slightly to slide it down her stocking covered legs. Dropping it to the floor, she suddenly realised that she was sitting blindfolded in front of countless men and women in only her white lace thong and she shuddered in embarrassment and arousal. It was her arousal that came out on top.

Opening her legs, her right hand reached down between them and she allowed one solitary finger to press against her clit just momentarily. She felt shivers run through her entire body from that simple touch and she was desperate to expose her pussy to the waiting eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, she practically tore the tiny piece of lace down her legs before dropping it on the floor beside her. She had other plans for it later but she wished her audience could hold it to their collective nose, hold it and smell her arousal from them right now as she could smell it wafting up from her pussy.

Leaning back in the high-backed chair, she twisted her ankles behind the legs so that the camera had a very clear view of her closely-trimmed dark bush and her dark and swollen clit. Again taking just one finger, she ran it along her pussy, covering it in her own juices before bringing her hand up to her mouth. Sniffing first, she sucked her finger between her soft lips, tasting her juices on her tongue and thought that she had never tasted so good.

Breathing harder now, her body was desperate for relief. Spreading her pussy lips with her left hand, it was once again her lucky right one that reached for her sensitive clit. Once again it was just one finger, one red finger nail that teased it, stroking it ever so slightly before her fingertip pressed hard against it. Her whole body jerked off the chair at the sudden pressure before she forced herself back down and began to circle it slowly.

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*It should go without saying, but I will anyway, all characters are over 18 years of age, this deals with a dd/lg dynamic*

I want to taste your skin on my lips, inhale your scent until it is all I can feel inside me. I stroke your face and hair, and lightly trace your hairline. I press my lips to yours, feeling their supple softness, and make my way dragging my lips along the line of your taut jaw to your neck, sucking, as I probe your mouth with my fingertips. You suckle and nibble my thumb and forefinger.

I slide my hands down your neck, and shoulders, grazing them lightly with my fingernails, as I discover your collarbone with my lips and teeth. I trace it with my tongue and kiss my way lower and lower, pausing now and again to savour the taste of your warm skin. I tap and trace my fingers along your sides, and occasionally stop to curl my fingers and dig my nails in, making you gasp. I follow a straight line down from your navel to the waist of your jeans, and feel the cool metal of your buckle on my cheek, as the scent of leather wafts over me. I veer right as your jeans give way and nuzzle your hip, giving it kisses and playful nips each in turn.

The sound of cloth rasping over skin causes me to turn my attention to the left, to the sight of your cock, already hard, in your hand.

I cannot help but notice how slick my panties feel against me. I bite my lip to keep from grinning.

“Can I?” I ask,

“Can you what?”

“Can Sincan Escort I please suck on your cock… Daddy? Pretty, pretty please?”

“I don’t know, can you?” You slowly stroke up and down your shaft, teasing me, and I look up, raising my lashes as far as I can as I correct myself,

“May I please play with my Daddy’s cock the way he let me play with his body? I want to lick it, and suck on it, and explore it. Please?” You respond first by staring into my eyes as you slap the side of my face with your cock, I flinch and giggle.

“Have you been a good girl?” You ask, “Always! Mostly.” I shrug as I reply,

“I always try to be your good little kitten.” A glistening droplet forms on the tip of your swollen cock. I look upward at you as I lean my head a little farther back and I open my mouth, offering my tongue, begging to taste you.

You give in just as I’d hoped and I feel the warm, velvety skin slide along my tongue. I flex and tickle the underside of the head and then flatten out my tongue as I move forward, enveloping your cock in my warm, wet mouth.

I close my eyes in reverence as the wide head of your cock presses against the back of my throat, I squeeze on it and let out a tiny moan, almost a whimper, as you lay your right hand on my cheek. I expect impact, but you simply pat and stroke my cheek as I continue to suck and lap at the thick cock in my mouth. Your left hand Sincan Escort Bayan moves to the nape of my neck, tangling in my long hair as you cradle my skull as I keep bobbing up and down on your cock. My mouth is stretched, dripping and slick as I greedily sink down once again trying to take in as much as I can before slurping my way backward and letting go with an audible pop.

I reach my hand upward from your thigh and cup your heavy sac rolling it in my hand. I dip my head lower and softly lick from just behind it, stopping to take it gently into my mouth, then licking up to the base of your cock once again and I press the flat of my tongue to you and draw its centre down, creating suction and I draw my tongue slowly back up your length.

Once I reach the peak, my mouth engulfs it again and again, sucking, squeezing, gaining momentum as desperation begins to blossom in me. I tremble with anticipation and yearning. I feel you flex in my mouth as I grip your hips and scratch down the sides of your legs to the knees, then up the back of your thighs. You twitch as I continue alternating between bobbing and trying to take you deeper into my throat.

You tug at my hair, pulling me away from you as you grip your now-slick shaft and lazily stroke it, “Tell Daddy what you want, Kitten,” you groan,

“Cum on me.” I reply in a hoarse whisper,

“I didn’t hear anything, I guess you want me to stop?” Escort Sincan you release your cock and it bounces tantalizingly in front of me. I speak up louder

“No! Please? I want your cum, Daddy!” I gaze up at you, pouting, “Pretty pleeeeeease?” Your hand resumes its slow jerking,

“That’s better. Good girl. Where would you like me to cum?”

“Please, please cum on my face, Daddy!” you grin, and pick up your pace slightly.

Watching your fingers stroke your own cock, I can’t help it anymore. I coyly reach down my panties. I gingerly run my fingers along my lips, so slick, and then between them, honing in on my swollen clit. I bite my lip at the sensations, but I keep my eyes fixed on you. Your hand is working your cock faster, now, and I lean in a bit closer, lapping at the underside of the head, rubbing my lips against you as I rub my clit, growing near frantic with need.

You brow creases as you stroke faster, gripping my hair more forcefully. I gasp and whisper “Oh, yes! Please cum on me, Daddy, I want to taste it!” I come to a shuddering orgasm, keening as you say through gritted teeth,

“Good girls don’t waste any, you’d better get it all!” your hand stops its rhythmic stroking and grips the base as I open wide and cup my tongue to catch all that I can. You groan as your cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum onto me, coating my tongue and dripping from my lips.

I run my hands along your legs, your hips, nuzzling the hollow beneath your hip bone, revelling in the glow of shared pleasure. I swallow the bitter, salty fluid and lick my lips clean, grinning up at you as you sigh, “Good girl.” and then, when I least expect it, your right hand moves in a blur and pain blossoms as you slap my cheek.

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“Hey Stan,” Jeff says, as I answer the phone.

Hearing Jeff’s voice on the phone is as if it has not been ten years since we last spoke. By the end of the conversation, we have agreed to meet at his new cabin on Lake Roland.

–

The car hugs the twisting road as I near the summit of the low mountains. My fingers drum the leather-covered steering wheel to the beat of the rockabilly song on the radio, a Carl Perkins’s tune I think. The months of fourteen-hour days are over for a few weeks and the stress quickly fades with each passing mile.

Jeff and I had become inseparable friends in scouts. We didn’t live close, but on campouts, we always shared a tent. It hadn’t taken long before we shared sleeping bags and each other. Before him, I hadn’t been a fan of camping. He made it worthwhile.

I think about Mr. Silver, the scoutmaster, as I slow for some highway construction. John had lost a leg in the war and walked using crutches. He always made me think of Long John Silver, the pirate. Some nights, Jeff and I would lie in our tent and talk about what it would be like to be like John. Just crazy boy talk I would tell myself later as I would fall asleep.

The older woman holding the construction stop sign, waves me on and I give her a cheerful smile as I pass. She returns the smile. I am thankful I don’t have a job like hers, but then consider that maybe she needed it and it was all she could find.

After high school, a scholarship took Jeff to a university I could not afford. Time and distance let our friendship become a distant memory after exchanging a few letters.

The ding of a warning bell forces my attention to return to the present. I scan the gauges and notice I am low on gasoline. I see a small store with pumps just ahead and drive across the gravel lot, rocks banging off the underside of the car, and stop at the pump. An old man with a faded New York Yankees baseball cap shuffles towards me as I get out. He asks if I would like help and I thank him, and then I shove the nozzle into the side of the car. We chat about nothing, mostly the cool weather, and the sunny day.

Back on the road, the radio station fades and I search for another, but only find static. I push in a CD of old blues music and lean back, and enjoy the welcome feel of being in the middle of nowhere, alone, with the sound of blacktop under the wheels and the yellow strips slipping rapidly beneath the car.

I see the first sign for the lake, ten miles it reads. I wonder what Jeff is like now, what kind of work he does, who he has been seeing. I have been too busy to have a social life and a few years since the last guy in my life. That relationship had been too short, like the ones before him. I know I need to change my workaholic lifestyle, but I love the money too much.

I lose track of the miles and almost miss the turnoff. Breaking hard, the tires squeal as I make the turn at the last moment. I laugh and coast to a stop to look at the directions scribbled on a yellow legal pad.

A rutted road through a wooded stretch ends at a new cabin – large, one level, a blue metal roof, with a nice sized finger of water snaking out to the main lake behind it. I look around as I park and find no other homes. I leave my bag in the trunk for later and walk along a path to the opened door. I knock then see someone standing on the deck with his back to me. I knock again and call his name then hear someone yell for me to come on through the house.

Jeff turns towards me and I take in his appearance – short spiked blond hair, shirt dangling open over tanned skin with buffed muscles, khaki shorts, and a single leg supporting him. Nearby, a pair of crutches leans against the railing around Pursaklar Escort the deck.

“Hey ole buddy,” he kindly says, still leaning against the railing.

My mouth dangles open as I continue to stare. “What…?” I mumble, not quite believing what I see.

“Shades of old man Silver … huh?” He laughs and holds his hand out to hug me.

My lips comfortably rest against his as though it has only been a short time since our last kiss. Even the cool breeze off the water does not chill my feelings as I feel his tongue slip into my mouth.

At last I break away from the kiss, my hands still rest lightly around his waist.

“Goddamn-n,” I drawl.

“Yeah man. It’s great to see you. You’ve been in my thoughts lately, a lot.”

I feel his erection strain at his zipper as his short pants remain close to me. I laugh.

“What happened?” I beg.

“We have a lot to catch up on and plenty of time to do it in. Are you hungry, get you something to drink? I have beer and whiskey. I even made some ham and cheese sandwiches. You still like it on wheat bread, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

He slips the metal cuffs of the crutches around his arms and walks across the deck. I follow with memories of John Silver, both the scoutmaster and the pirate, flooding my mind. Jeff moves gracefully as the barefoot swings between the tips of the crutches, as though he has done this for years.

He leans into the refrigerator and asks, “Beer?” He stands holding a Corona out to me. “Do you remember how we used to get some adult to buy us beer?”

“Yeah. Those were the good ole days.” I take the bottle and he grabs another. “Great place. You’ve done okay for yourself.”

“Got lucky with a few startup companies. The last one left me so I don’t have to work, unless I want too.” He chuckles and swigs a large gulp of beer. “I bought five hundred acres and built the cabin last year.” I follow him back out to the deck. He points around the finger of the lake. “All mine, back several hundred feet from the water, all the way out to the main lake. My private swimming hole.”

“Wow!”

“I forgot the sandwiches.”

“Tell me where, I’ll get them.”

I return with a tray of sandwiches and a bowl of chips then put it on the glass top table with metal legs.

“You seeing anyone,” he asks as he sits in a padded metal chair. The chair feet make a loud scrapping sound as he adjusts the position of the chair, and then puts his lone foot on the edge of another chair.

“I’ve had a few guys in my life, never for long. Work has been my companion for too long. I’m doing well, but nothing like this.” I swing my hand through the air pointing at the lake, the deck, and the cabin. “I think often about the campouts.”

“Me too. Sorry that we lost touch.”

“The distance got in the way, plus class work was so intense. I understand. I was happy you called.”

“Listen, remember how we would talk about Mr. Silver?” Jeff leans back and takes a bite of a sandwich then sips his beer.

“Yeah. I still do think about him, how he had one leg and what it would be like. That was fun laying in the tent and wonder what it would be like.”

“Me too. I dated a guy with one leg for a while. There were many things between us that didn’t work, so it didn’t last for long, just a few months. Anyway, he had wanted to have just one leg.”

“You’re teasing.”

“No man. This dude had found some doctors overseas … surgeons, anesthesiologists … a whole team that would do elective amputations. They would do a few surgeries a month. I guess a lot of guys in the gay scene are really into this … mostly one leg, but some one arm, a few an arm and Pursaklar Escort Bayan a leg.”

“Really? How many?”

“It is hard to know, but I understand hundreds over the years. Anyway, after I bought the land and built the cabin, I got in touch with the doctors.”

“I guess I’m a little jealous.” My eyes remained glued to the empty pants leg next to the long tanned leg extending from the other.

“I suspected you would be. How could we have spent all those nights teasing each other about being like him and not want this for ourselves. We were close in other ways, but that we shared in spades.” He laughs then puts his hand over the end of his stump.

“How much is left?”

“Not much.” He pulls the pants leg up eventually exposing a wide blunt stump about three inches long. The skin was as tanned as the rest of him with a faint scar across it.

“Shit, that’s nice,” I say then scoot my chair closer for a better look. I reach out, rest my hand over the stump, and feel around. “Lucky bastard.” My hand rubs over the end for a long moment before I sneak a feel over his underpants. “You had the nicest cock.”

“I still do.” He snickers, before adding, “I was quite fond of yours too.”

My fingers continue to stroke over his underwear, feeling the mounting firmness. I watch his eyes looking at me. My fingers curl around the cotton covering the shaft and squeeze then slip under the elastic. I cup his balls then hold his shaft.

“Like old times,” Jeff says. “Later, we can skinny dip.”

“First I want to get you naked.” I snicker, and then stand.

He stands and pushes his pants and underwear down then drops his shirt on the pile of clothes. His cock points at me seeming to be much longer than I remember. I undress quickly as I stare at the short piece of thigh swaying below the gorgeous hip. My hand grips the shaft and pulls him close enough to deeply kiss his mouth as I stroke both cocks with one hand.

“Where have you been?” he begs as tongues trade mouths. “Just lay down and let me at you.”

We sit then lay, our mouths taking the swollen heads of our cocks and sucking, slowly savoring the wonderful feel of them in our mouths. My hand plays with his stump as I take a little of the shaft in my mouth.

I hear him mumble around my cock and feel his lips near the bottom of the shaft. A hand rolls my balls as a fingertip plays with my asshole for a moment before slipping inside.

“Oh yeah-h,” I groan, remember how nice it felt when he would drive his finger deep. The finger began to fuck my ass and I suck more forcefully, still playing with the stump. His tongue drags over the crack of my ass as the finger goes to the hilt. “Jeff-f,” I moan. “I missed you.” His come shoots out, slamming against the back of my throat and I happily swallow. The thick white cream floods my throat and I gulp and gulp, to not spill a drop.

I realize I am filling his mouth and feel his fingers grip me tightly. His hand flies along my cock milking me until the last drop.

I continue to suck his cock long after he has any come for me, just enjoying the fullness it provides to my mouth. I feel his stump move about in my grip as I fondle and move the soft fleshy end under my palm.

We sit and cuddle, letting our lips play together, feeling the quiet breeze off the lake surround us.

“Goddamn-n man, that was great,” he says. “Just like old times, wasn’t it?”

I give him a sloppy wet kiss then pull back slightly. “You said it. Do you think we could stay together this time?”

He stands then hops deftly to the edge of the deck where there is no railing. He glances back. “That’s why I called you.” He dives Escort Pursaklar head long into the lake and swims out before stopping and looking back. “What are you waiting for?”

I dive and we swim to a wooden float anchored about twenty feet from the deck. For the first time in many years, I feel like a young boy – free of rules and constraints.

“Skinny dipping is great,” he says as I hoist myself on to the float and sit beside him.

“I’m having the time of my life. I sure don’t want it to end.”

“Yeah, just like the old days … only we don’t have to….”

“Do anything we don’t want to do.”

“Right!”

I unabashedly let his wonderful erection pleasure my mouth as the warm sun pleasures my nakedness. Quickly he began filling me with more than just his cock, thick milky cream drains down my throat. I listened to him groan with pleasure as I emptied him completely. Suddenly he repositions himself behind me, his lips kissing the back of my neck. I feel his hardness press against my ass crack, his stump rubbing a buttock. I feel my hole relax, prepared to take him fully. Instead, his hand reaches around and begins jacking my cock. His mouth nibbles at my earlobe.

“I want your ass … later,” he whispers. His hand continues rapidly moving along the shaft.

I press back into his wonderful body, enjoying being so close. “However….” I fall silent as my streams of cream arc and splash in the lake. “God-d,” I moan, feeling his hand fly along the shaft in ways that feel even nicer than when I do it.

His come-covered fingers drag along my stomach searching for my pecs and nipples. He squeezes and pulls at my nipple firming it nicely. I feel his cock head searching between my ass cheeks and I wiggle my hips, helping it find the target.

I push against him. “Ah-h,” I groan as it slips inside. He pauses, letting us both prepare for the next few inches. “Oh-h yeah-h, fuck my ass darlin’.” He is the thickest I’ve had, but it feels good as he continues. “I dreamed about this … like those nights….”

“Stan….” he begins, and then his balls suddenly slap my ass as he finishes filling me.

“No one has made me so horny, or stay so hard.” He voice is deeper as the words stagger from his mouth pressed against my back.

His balls slap with each forceful jab of the shaft. At times, it feels as if I the cock head is in my throat. It doesn’t matter to me that we are two naked guys on a float in the middle of the water, one with his cock buried to the hilt in the ass of the other, I am in heaven for the first time in so very long.

Soon, his come begins filling my ass, coating his shaft, and sliding smoothly in and out, as I hike my ass just a little more. He gives it a playful slap and laughs.

“Jesus, you’re fun,” he roars.

I feel his presence leave, but his body remains against me. I roll and wrap my arms around him, my mouth covers his, and my tongue digs between his lips. We kiss wantonly and my hand roams along his back and over his ass to find the stump. I fondle the softness as it moves slowly in my palm.

“This is so cool,” I tell him. “Being with you, but you have a stump. My god-d….” I resume the kiss.

Maybe it is only a few minutes, maybe several hours, but eventually we swim back to the deck. He hops gracefully and I follow to a rack of towels near the doors into the house. We towel each other dry between kisses and fondles of each other’s cock.

“I’m just a horny bastard,” I tease. “Around you.” I laugh.

“I’ve got some steaks for dinner. Maybe a baked potato?” He looks into my eyes for a moment then kisses me. “I might not let you go home.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“No, not at all. I was a fool to let you go before.”

I hold his cock and kiss his lips. “I need to work. I’m not rich like you.”

“Shhh,” he mummers, his finger across his mouth. “I have enough for both of us. We can play like boys all the time.”

I grab his stump and fondle the end. “Can you get me one of these?”

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There are two types of college students, those that struggle to pay for college and those who do not. Sadly, my family was not in any position to help me pay for college. If I wanted to go, I needed to pay for it myself. First semester was tough. I lived in the dorm and ate a lot of ramen noodles. I had a job at a local sandwich shop which provided me just enough money to live on. My tuition was a mix of scholarships and grants and a couple student loans. By the end of the semester, I knew I would have to find some additional income. The thought of a second job did not thrill me.

As I arrived back on campus for second semester I still did not know where I was going to get the extra cash I needed. I threw a bunch of applications at the local businesses around campus and waited for a response. Meanwhile, school started, and my schedule was very full. One of my classes was English 2. It was a typical first year class that met in a huge auditorium. There must have been two hundred students in that class. On the first day I sat close to the middle of the class as to not garner any attention from the professor. We were suppose to have read a boring book during the break which I had actually not even purchased yet.

The class filled up quickly and things began to progress. After a few minutes, I got that strange feeling that I was being stared at. I looked around and did not see anyone looking at me. As time passed, the feeling continued. Again, I looked around. Nobody was staring at me directly, however, one guy was looking down by my feet. I stared at him for a while and his gaze never came off my feet. At this point, I thought I was crazy, so I lifted up my right leg and crossed it over my left. His eyes followed my legs like a little puppy dog. Then, I uncrossed them and then crossed my ankles. He was enthralled.

I looked down at my feet and legs to see what he was staring at. There was not much to see. It was January so it was cold outside. I had on what I called my combat boots. They are black leather, low heel boots that resemble combat boots, except mine go up to my knee. I had a pair of Freddy’s jeans on that were skin-tight, not a piece a flesh could be seen. I spent the rest of the class moving my feet and legs around just to see his reaction. His eyes stayed glued on them the whole time. I am not even sure he knew he was in English 2.

When the class finished, almost everyone bailed out quickly. I stayed in my seat until there was just a few people left. He stayed too. I got up and walked over to him and stood right in front of him and looked down at him. I asked him why he was staring at my legs. He turned really red and denied it. I pressed him harder and asked him if he liked what he saw. He hemmed and hawed for a moment then shook his head yes. I asked him what he liked. He said that he liked the way my boots looked on me. He thought they we really hot. I laughed Şereflikoçhisar Escort a bit and thanked him, then asked him if planned to stare at my boots during every class. He responded with “I wish I could”.

My mind was racing, then it dawned on me, he looked like a little rich kid. I asked him where he worked. He said he did not need to, his parents were paying his tuition and living expenses. It was right then that I thought, they would be paying my expenses too. He wore nice clothes and even drove a BMW 5 series. I asked him what his name was. He responded Kevin. I told Kevin, that from now on he could stare at my boots as much as he wanted but he could not do it for free. He looked confused. I told him that from now on I was going to charge him a fee of one dollar per minute to stare at my boots. The only thing he could do was look, no touching. He squirmed a bit and with a sly smile said he understood. I looked down at him and asked him if he wanted to stare some more today. He shook his head yes. I gave him my dorm room number and told him to meet me there in 20 minutes. I then reminded him that he should bring cash.

As I walked to my dorm, I laughed out loud. I had just convinced some guy to pay me to look at my boots. This could be a great second job. I arrived at my dorm room and set up my laptop so that the camera faced my desk and chair. I was not sure what this little pervert was going to do, so I wanted to have a video of it.

Kevin arrived right on time. I invited him in and told him that I was in charge and if he tried anything, I would kick him so hard in the balls he could taste them. He just shook his head in full agreement. I sat in my desk chair and told Kevin to stand in front of me. He complied quickly. Then I told him to get on his knees. I turned my phone on and chose a timer and pressed start. I showed him the screen and told him his time had started. His eyes immediately became glued to my boot. They slowly looked up then down. Kevin then cocked his head to look at them from a slightly different direction. I sat there and just looked at him in amazement. It was as if he was in a trance.

This went on for a few silent minutes. I decided I wanted to fuck with his little pervy brain, I lifted my right boot and put the sole about an inch from his face. Kevin let out with a soft moan. I asked him if he like it and he shook his head in appreciation. I then leaned back and put both boots in his face. Again, he moaned in delight. I asked him if he liked being below my feet. His whole body shivered as he let out a “YES”. This went on for about twenty minutes. At that point, I told him that I was bored, and he had stared enough. I looked down at my phone, then at him, and held out my hand and told him I wanted twenty bucks. Kevin dutifully reached into his wallet and gave me a twenty. I told him to leave Şereflikoçhisar Escort Bayan and that if he was good, he might get a second time. A broad smile crossed his face. After Kevin left, I looked at the video. It was amazing. I had a grown man on his knees worshiping my boots and paying me for it. This was going to be a great second job.

Two days later it was time for English 2 again. Kevin was sitting in class when I arrived. Once again, I wore my knee-high boots. As soon as I entered the room, his eyes became glued to my boots. I walked right up to him and told him that he was not allowed to stare without paying me the fee. He looked up and me and he said he was sorry. I then sat directly behind him so that he could not see me. During class I decided to fuck with his mind a bit. I took my left foot and brushed it against his ass. He jumped and sat up very straight. I leaned forward and whispered to him that I bet he was dreaming about being below my boots. Kevin stared straight ahead and slowly moved his head up and down in agreement. I spent the rest of the class screwing with his brain by rubbing my foot against his back and ass. As the class ended, I whispered that I had a few minutes and he could stop by if he wanted. He shook his head yes.

Once again, I set up my computer and waited for my pervy boot boy. Kevin arrived quickly and dropped to his knees without me asking. I started the timer and he glued his eyes to my boots. I asked him if he wanted to touch them. He nearly screamed, YES. Touching would be two dollars a minute, I told him. He just shook his head and gently touched my right boot. Kevin bent down as he pulled it close to his face. He sniffed it by my ankle, then all the way up the leg. For about twenty minutes, he caressed every inch of them. He seemed like he was in heaven. I then told him to let go and sit up straight. The look on his face was funny, he looked like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

I let him sit there for a moment, then lifted my boot up to his face and told him to lick the sole of my boot. Kevin’s whole body shook as he moaned in appreciation. His hands gently took my boot to his mouth. His long tongue started at the heal and liked slowly up to the toe. I told him to make sure they were clean and told him to do it again. Kevin gently lick my sole as if it was his imaginary lover’s wet pussy. Soon my other boot was getting the same treatment. At about the hour mark, I put my boots back on the floor and told him it was time for him to go back to his apartment. He stood up and I told him that he owed me two hundred bucks. I expected him to balk. No, instead, he reached into his wallet and pulled out the money. Kevin laughed and said that it was his whole weeks food money and that he would have to ask his mom for more. As he turned to leave, I noticed Escort Şereflikoçhisar he had a raging erection in his pants. My little boot boy Kevin really was enjoying our sessions.

Every other day, Kevin stopped by and worshiped my boots with his eyes, hands and tongue. Then, I took his money. He never seemed to get bored by it. He also never seemed to run out of money too. After about a month of this, I decided to push the envelope a bit. How far would Kevin go? How much would he be willing to pay me? Was it just my boots or was it something more?

After class one day, he came over for his session. We did the normal look and lick session. I then asked him if he was hard. He looked embarrassed but said he was. I asked him to show me his hard cock. Kevin reached down and fiddled with his pants for a second, then produced a very average penis that was rock hard. I looked sternly into his eyes and told him that he needed to show me how much he liked my boots. I told him to jerk off and to cum on my boots. Kevin’s hand began to furiously stroke his penis. In less than a minute, his body stiffened up and he let out a deep growl. Cum began to squirt across my boots, producing little white strings of goo. As soon as he stopped cumming, I meanly barked at him. I told him that he made a horrible mess and I wanted him to lick it up off my boots. Kevin’s tongue immediately began cleaning up his goo.

I spent the next few minutes pointing to missed cum, directing him to clean it up properly. As I did, Kevin complied without complaint. Once he had cleaned up my right boot, I placed it on the top of his head and shoved it down onto my left boot. I demanded that he not miss a drop. It was then I heard the magic words, “yes ma’am.” Ah, I had my answer. Kevin wanted more then to stare at my boots, Kevin wanted to serve me. His boot fetish was just symbol of his desire to be controlled. He wanted to be dominated by me. Kevin wanted to submit to me completely and I was about to prove it. I took my boot and pushed his head back. He sat straight up. I looked into his eyes and told him that if he wanted this to continue, I had new rules for him. From now on he owed me five hundred dollars a week, plus he would do my laundry, buy food and do whatever dirty job I needed him to do. In return, I would allow him to worship me and he could jerk off one time per week on my boots while I watched. I asked him if he understood. He shook his head in agreement. I told him that the new fee started today. He said he did not have five hundred dollars to give me.

It was then when Kevin learned about the cost of domination. I walked over to my computer and queued up our most recent session. I turned it so he could watch himself jerking off onto my boots and licking it up. I asked him if his mom needed to see how he had been spending her money. Kevin looked like he had seen death. He said he would get the money right away. I then asked him if he wanted to continue worshiping me, I was giving him one chance to back out. He quickly said that he loved worshiping me and that he wanted to continue. I then asked him for his answer, he looked right at me and said, “yes ma’am.” Kevin had now begun his journey into financial domination. My second job had now begun.

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After my birthday session, Karin and I had been having more and better sex. She’s edged me. We’ve used the belt so that she could practice edging me. I’ve edged her though not with her tied up. We’ve had more sex in general. And we had sex on the beach (which is not as great as you want it to be).

Karin told me that she wanted to kick it up a notch today. She got me naked, which is the way a lot of our sessions start. She put the bondage belt on me along with the cuffs on each wrist. But, she didn’t attach the cuffs to the belt.

Instead she walked me to the front door and had me put on an overcoat. She slid my hands through the pockets and attached the cuffs to the belt. Now I couldn’t use my hands and I was wearing a coat that I could not take off.

She sat me down and put socks and shoes on me. Before helping me back up, she takes my cock in her mouth and edges me. After I’m sufficiently edged, she uses a silicone sleeve to attach a vibrator to the bottom of my cock.

Correction, she attached a remote controlled vibrator to my cock. I realize this when I see her dial a remote in her hand and feel the vibrations start on my cock. I can’t help but yelp at this sensation as it felt like it was on high.

Karin helps me stand. She buttons up my coat realizing that my cock is going to peek out the coat. So she unbuttons the coat and disappears into our bedroom. She comes back with another, smaller silicone sleeve. She slides this sleeve onto my cock, putting it just below the head. Using a strap, she attaches this sleeve to the front of the belt making my cock stick straight up. Which means it will not peek out from the coat.

She put on her own shoes and leads me outside. She starts walking towards a public park that is near us.

I quickly discover that walking with arms bound is a bit difficult so I ask her to slow down. As we walk into the park, I discover that it is even more difficult to walk with your arms tied and a vibrator teasing your cock. But she held onto me and made sure I didn’t stop.

Our encounter on the beach is my only sexual experience outside. I’ve never been walking around in a park with my hard cock getting attention. Actually, I’ve never been walking around inside with my cock getting attention.

Karin walks us into a quieter area of the park. She helps me sit on a bench, smiles and says, “There are people around, you should definitely try and keep quiet.”

The vibrator get stronger. It’s weird sitting here with my cock getting vibes in public. It’s really weird when people walk by, oblivious to my situation.

Karin realizes when I’m close to orgasm and slows the vibrator down. When that gets to be too much, she puts the vibe in a mode where it turns off for five seconds, then runs five seconds at low speed.

This mode is super frustrating. As I start to feel an orgasm build, the vibe turns off. When the vibe restarts, my orgasm has receded enough that the five seconds is just enough for my orgasm to start building. This keeps happening again and again.

We’ve been sitting about 10 minutes. I’m struggling to keep quiet as quite a few people are walking by. A few look over to see if something is going on but most don’t pay us any attention. And I can’t reach orgasm but so desperately want to.

The vibrator turns off. After a minute of no sensation, Karin helps me up from the bench and she starts leading me to a different part of the park.

As we are walking, I feel the vibe start up again, this time on low. A quiet moan escapes my lips. Karin hears me and smiles.

We walk deeper into the park. There are less people around. After another couple of minutes, Karin leads me off the path into some woods. I ask her to turn off the vibe so that I can pay more attention to walking. She does.

She carefully leads me into the woods Yenimahalle Escort until we get to a spot where I see a blanket near a tree. It takes me a second but I realize she set pre-planned this. The vibe starts again bringing another moan to my lips.

She unbuttons my coat, turns me around, and tells me to bend over. I do so. She pushes a small butt plug into me. It feels really good sliding in. And then I discover it too is a vibrator.

Karin tells me that she needs me to sit down on the blanket. And that she will help me. I more fall than sit but I manage to get onto the blanket. She helps me scoot so that I’m leaning against the nearby tree. As I do this, my coat opens up meaning anyone walking by will see my situation.

Karin picks up cuffs that were under the blanket and puts one on each ankle. Each cuff is connected to a stake in the ground. This leaves me with my legs apart, leaning against a tree with my cock bound and ready to be teased some more.

With both vibrators going on low, I’m getting close to orgasm again. And, again, before I cum, Karin switches the vibe on my cock to the intermittent mode; while the one in my ass stays on. I’m trying to stay quiet but I can’t help but moan quietly.

Karin is sitting on a nearby tree, watching me. I’m rocking my hips back and forth to try and get some contact so I can reach orgasm. It doesn’t help; I’m sitting here being tortured by these vibrators. And loving every second of it.

After a few minutes, Karin removes the strap holding my cock to the belt. My cock points straight out now and it feels good. After a couple more teases from the vibrator, I notice that this decreased the sensation on my cock from the vibe. Karin must have noticed too because the next time the vibrator comes on, it is intense enough that I jump. It builds me to orgasm quickly but again, before I cum, it stops.

She adjusts the butt plug so that it is on only when the vibrator on my cock is off. That is a disconcerting feeling; with the two vibes trading off running.

My cock vibrator seems to stay off a little longer this time; long enough for my orgasm to ebb as the butt plug vibrations aren’t enough to keep me close. The cock vibrator starts up again at a higher intensity. And the butt plug vibe stops. Another quiet moan escapes my lips, I start thrusting a little. And the vibe on my cock turns off as the butt plug vibe starts. I try to pull my hands in front of me, so I can give myself an orgasm. But I am unsuccessful. I continue to sit on a blanket in the woods desperate to cum. And Karin continues to watch.

We sit like this for another few minutes when Karin stands. She looks right at me and tells me that she’ll be back in a few minutes. And she walks away. I’m stunned and unable to reply.

I quickly discover that her walking away does not stop the vibrators. They both continue their tortuous ways, turning on and off, relentlessly teasing me. I am moaning and struggling more now. My coat opens up more. I can see precum dripping from my cock. But I can’t cum.

After a couple of minutes, I hear someone approaching. I realize I had gotten noisy and I quiet down. I see the person approaching and realize it is not Karin.

It is another woman. She’s a brunette, cute, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt. She notices me, stares for a second, and apologizes.

“Please make me cum” I plead. “I’m desperate.”

“Sorry, no, I can’t.”

“Please” I beg, my desperation showing in my voice.

She asks “how close are you?”

“I’m really close. A few strokes is all that it will take for me to cum.”

She stares at me as I experience the vibrator. She smiles as it turns off.

“Wow, that vibrator is really doing a number on you.”

She sits down next to me. I get hopeful she will make me cum. Yenimahalle Escort Bayan She watches as the vibrator turns on and teases my cock. When the vibrator turns off, she reaches over and cups my balls. “Wow, these are tight.” After a few seconds, she asks “Is there a vibrator in your ass?”

“Yes. Please make me cum” I plead again.

As the vibrator on my cock starts again, she removes her hand. “Sorry, but I can’t do that. It looks like someone went to a lot of trouble and I don’t want to ruin it. Besides, with how close to cumming you are, I think you are enjoying this a lot.”

She stands up and sits on the nearby tree like Karin did earlier. She watches the vibrators torture me.

This goes on, her watching me, me desperate to cum, for a while. No matter what I say or how much I beg, the woman watching me tells me no. She hasn’t come back to touch me since that first time. The vibrators continue their torture, bringing me to the edge of orgasm only to deny my release at the last second.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Karin reappears. She had to hear me begging as she was walking up. And she notices the woman watching. “Enjoying the show?” Karin says to my watcher.

“Yes.”

Karin smiles. She comes next to me and I see her looking at my cock. “Wow, you really can’t cum like this, can you?”

“No. Please make me cum. I’ll do anything. Just please let me cum” I implore.

Karin sits down between my legs and she checks out my cock. “Well that is really hard. But I think you can last a bit longer.”

That almost makes me cry. But then I feel the vibrator on my cock get stronger. And the vibe in my ass turns on at the same time. I’m just about to cum when they turn off. I can’t control myself and let a loud moan out. Karin just smiles. So does our watcher.

The vibrators stay off quite a while, maybe 20 seconds, before starting again. They restart at the higher intensity. This repeats for quite a while. Karin and our watcher keep smiling at my suffering. I don’t know how many times this cycle repeats; the feelings are so intense I can’t keep track.

I start begging Karin to let me cum. She just smiles.

The next time the vibes turn on, they are stronger then last time. It only takes a few seconds before I’m ready to cum and they turn off again.

Our watcher looks at Karin and says, “Oh my God, isn’t that too much?”

“Nah, he has taken more. Do you know some of the signs of impending orgasm in a man?”

“Not really” she replies.

Karin tells our watcher to get behind her so that she can show her. She points at my cock, “See how the head is super defined? That’s a sign that a cock is very horny. The big sign for coming orgasm is his balls. See how they are all pulled up and tiny? That always happens before orgasm. And it happens on every guy.”

“The one last sign is pulsing. It’s harder to see but if you look closely, his cock starts pulsing a little right before the vibrators turn off. Watch” she tells her as the vibes start up.

This time, they start up at a lower intensity. Much lower. As I’m about to cum, I hear Karin say “See, it’s pulsing now” as the vibes stop. “Did you see it? I know it isn’t taking long right now but I slowed the vibes down to make it easier to see”.

I moan in frustration after hearing this. I really need to cum and here she is teasing me worse to show off how to do it. WTF.

Our watcher replies, “I think I saw it but I’m not sure.”

“No problem, it’ll be slow again next time. Watch carefully.”

Again the vibrators start up at low intensity. As my orgasm is building but before I’m ready, Karin says, “Watch now, another second or two.” Once again, the vibes turn off just as I’m ready to shoot.

“Oh wow, I saw that. Wow.”

Karin replies “If Escort Yenimahalle you want to try this, I recommend starting with your mouth. It’s much easier to feel the pulsing with your tongue than it is to see it. And edging him with a blow job is guaranteed to get a great reaction.”

Karin gets up and has our watcher move over to see better. The vibes start up, stronger this time. I’m sure she is going to let me cum; otherwise why would she have gotten up. But, again, the vibes turn off before I cum.

“Why” I cry.

“One of the other things”, Karin says to our watcher, “is don’t let them know when you are going to let them cum. And the best is if you can make them think you are going to let them cum but then deny them.”

This goes on for a few more minutes. I’ve been edged a ridiculous number of times. I’m begging and crying from my need to cum. They are watching me, smiling, and quietly talking to each other.

The next time the vibrators turn on, they start out slow. But then they slowly speed up. This time, they don’t turn off. I’m scared and have so much need built up, I don’t cum when I expect. And then the vibes do turn off.

This gets me crying again.

Again, Karin explains to our watcher, “Also, after they’ve been teased for a while, it’s harder to cum than they think. This lets you be really mean. You can push them past what they think is the edge but still stop things before orgasm. That’s why he’s crying. He hasn’t really experienced this very much.”

Oh my God I think to myself. Will I ever be able to cum?

This cycle happens two more times. I’m beside myself with my need to cum.

I hear our watcher comment “It looks his cock is continually pulsing now. Wow.”

Another cycle starts. The vibes start out slow and ramp up. My orgasm is building. I’m long past knowing when I will start cumming. And if I will be allowed to cum. So I can’t help but try and hold off my orgasm fearing more denial. But this time they don’t. In fact, they speed up.

And I cum. I thrust my hips, close my eyes, and shoot stream after stream of cum. It hits my leg, it flies into the grass, it falls on the blanket. I keep cumming until I’m spent.

The vibes don’t turn off. In fact, the intensity goes up a little. My cock starts getting really sensitive and the feelings from the vibes are very intense. I start pulling against my bonds and moaning loudly. But the vibes don’t stop.

“Once a man has cum, his penis is very sensitive. If you keep the stimulation up, you can drive him nuts. The interesting part is that he should quickly reach orgasm again. This is the first time I’ve done this so let’s see if that’s true.”

As she says that, I do feel an orgasm start to build amongst all these intense feelings. But I continue to struggle as my cock is still super sensitive. After a while, Quite suddenly I feel an orgasm and start to cum again. This time, there is much less cum and it doesn’t last as long but it is almost as intense as my first orgasm.

“About 3 minutes, that’s cool” Karin says to no one in particular.

The vibes turn off and I can’t help but slump against the tree and close my eyes. Karin comes over to me with some baby wipes (good for cleaning up messes made while making babies too) and cleans me up some. I expect her to free my cock, instead, she reattaches it to the belt. She frees my legs and helps me up. She buttons up my coat. We say good bye to our watcher and walk home.

It’s weird walking, feeling so spent, feeling my cock trapped the way it is, and feeling the butt plug. Every so often, the butt plug will turn on. I look at Karin when it happens, she smiles, has it run for a few seconds and turns it off.

As we walk into our apartment, she leans over to me, and starts whispering into my ear. “You know, I was going to fuck you when I got back there. But I didn’t want to do that in front of Jane. By the way, I invited Jane over next weekend. Turns out, she doesn’t have a boyfriend right now.”

Finally, we are back at our apartment. As we walk in, she stops, removes my coat and sets my cock free. I go shower and then head straight to bed, totally spent.

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This story shares some elements of my other stories in the beginning, but goes in a totally different direction. If you like fetish, unpredictable androids, B/D and Science Fiction/Fantasy, this story is for you!

CHAPTER 1- THE “CHANCE” MEETING

I had pulled into a gas station on a raw overcast evening to gas up. The station was old and minimal, with 1 row of pumps. Recently the proprietor, who I had known by face for 20 years, installed a glass booth inside of a tiny store front, where you could buy some chips and smokes up until late. The booth was lit, but the attendant was busy in the back probably catching up on the TV he couldn’t get to at home.

As I started to gas up my car with hydrogen, in the light mist illuminated by the station lights, a new model sedan pulled up to the opposite side of the pumps. Since I am nosy, I stood closer to the pump to see who was in the car. A tall woman in a hooded leather trench coat got out of the car.

I couldn’t help to notice the swing of her hips as she walked toward the pump. What registered a second later was the hollow sound which her heels were making. The sound on the damp pavement was attenuated slightly, but was not made by merely a shoe, but was a more deliberate racket. It was a concentrated noise made by a heel at the bottom of a female leg wrapped in a long shaft. The lady in the leather coat had to be wearing high heeled boots.

I strained to look as the lady pulled out her card and operated the pump. I could see that she was quite tall and wore sunglasses. Due to the shadows I could not see her boots, which my sight coveted, but she was operating the keypad with no problem with a pair of dark colored gloves. It didn’t happen so often anymore at 50 years old, but I could feel a boner coming on. I had a vivid imagination, but that’s generally as far as things went.

After staring for longer than I wished, the woman caught me watching her out of the corner of her eye and glanced my way. I felt butterflies invade my stomach and was thankful that all she did was glance at me, before beginning to fill her tank. I must have really taken my time, because the lady had completed her fill up and replaced the cap to her gas tank, before I was finished.

I was just trying to finish up and leave quietly, when I heard those hollow footsteps coming toward me! I continued what I was doing and tried to act nonchalant, but as I turned around the woman was facing me from about three feet away, with a hand on her hip. She smelled of a delightful perfume mixed with something else, of which I was unsure.

I could not help myself and looked down at her feet. The light where I was standing was pretty adequate and I could see her leather boots now very clearly. They were black and had very tall heels, with about a one inch platform and they continued up under her leather trench coat. The boots had some small crinkles around her ankles, but otherwise they had no sag to them. In my book they were highly effective weapons of mass confusion for me. Taking stock of myself I found myself coming up several inches short facing this tall mysterious woman, who apparently had something to say to me.

All I could get out was, “hello there”. I acted silly sometimes when I was embarrassed.

The woman scrutinized me for a period of time, which felt like forever, before she spoke. “You appear to take an interest in me.” The lady had a very melodic and throaty voice and she was clearly very blunt. There was something strange about it, which I couldn’t put my finger on.” I sputtered for a moment before composing myself to speak. “Yyyyou dress very well put together, I didn’t know how to tell a stranger.” I realized I was barely making sense. The woman placed one foot to the side in a smooth feline gesture and rocked her boot on its heel, before replying. I saw this as a flirting gesture, so did my cock, as I had to shift my weight at a poor attempt to hide my boner. I had to focus to stare at her face.

After my routine, which could pass as comedy, she finally replied, “I can see that I make you bashful!”

I was stunned and could not speak. Thankfully the woman reacted to this nonplussed. She removed her sunglasses and hood and some of my questions were immediately answered. Her eyes were an aqua blue, which could have been altered by contact lenses, but the complexion of her skin gave her away. Her skin was flawless and porcelain in color. This lady was an android! She was modeled after a young brunette of about 25 and she was gorgeous.

The mechanical woman heard me gasp and took another step toward me, so she was well within my personal space. One of the robot’s black gloves rested on my thigh, with a very light touch, only an inch from my erection. She had to know that she was tantalizing me. What I noticed, was that the glove was very well fitting but made of thick rubber, as was her hooded coat, not of leather! At this distance the odor of the rubber was very pungent. I glanced down and noticed that her boots were very shiny but made of leather.

The Şereflikoçhisar Escort robot fixed me with a penetrating gaze, but kept her rubber gloved hand in its teasing position. She spoke, “Can I visit you?”

I was numb from her presence and just nodded. What was baffling, was that she abruptly turned on her heel and just walked away from me. I got into my car, pulled out of the station and noticed that the robot’s vehicle was gone!

Robots were a household item in 2046, but androids of this caliber were generally only owned by corporations or very wealthy individuals. These robots were also rarely out and about alone, because even expensive robots did not have the facility for good judgment in many situations and had gotten their owners sued from time to time.

I was a senior software developer for a company, which manufactured robots. I worked on some of the low level processing for robotic motion and had some general knowledge of robot limitations, even though robotic rules and heuristics were not my job responsibility. I hoped that I could counsel this robot and just get her to go back to where she belonged.

I had driven straight home and didn’t see any car follow me. How would the robot even find me? Did she pick me for a reason or was it random? There were many other robotic professionals. Sleep did not come quickly this evening, because I knew I didn’t do the right thing. Owners could get jealous over their androids and this had caused serious problems. Maybe I should have called the police and installed an electronic magnetic sensor device in my home, to alert them of the arrival of the missing robot. I was putting my own cheap thrills first. I really just wanted to spend a little time with her to see where she came from. Finally I fell into a restless asleep well after midnight on Saturday morning.

CHAPTER 2- THE ROBOT CHAUFFER

Being a light sleeper, it didn’t take much sound to wake me. The clock said 3:15 and I could see a person standing deep in the shadows across my bedroom. Groggily I raised my head and before I could adjust to the dim light, I heard a soft clapping sound and the lamp by my bed turned on revealing the robot woman across the room!

I had more time to observe the robot’s figure and saw that she had a thin waist, but her trench coat could not hide the swell of her full breasts. Her attention was not immediately on me, but on studying my bedroom as I admired her long pin straight dark hair.

The android continued her study of my room as she stepped toward my bed and finally turned to address me. “I wish to demonstrate to you my driving skills, so we can get acquainted. You told me that I dress very well put together and that you didn’t know how to tell a stranger. While I drive, you can watch my boots operate the pedals. Isn’t this something you would like? ” As the robot said this she gave me a polite smile.

I was thrown for a loop, by her repeating exactly what I said and how. She really picked up on my interest in her boots! Yet perhaps this was simply learned behavior over time, based on her owner’s reactions to her fetish outfits?

This went against my common sense. Why would I take a ride with a stranger, even if she were a robot? Robots are trained to do specialized tasks like drive and are designed to be harmless, per the three universal laws of robotics:

1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

2. A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Also robotic intelligence is not at a sophisticated level in 2046.

As I contemplated the situation the robot brought me my coat, which was flung over a chair. As she held up my coat to assist me in putting it on, I noticed that she was now wearing white leather gloves with an attractive stitching which made them look ultra feminine. The android was still wearing her black rubber trench coat and her boots, which she wore before at the gas station.

“I don’t understand. Where are you taking me? I still have my pajamas on!”

The robot rocked her boot back on its heel and clasped her hands together as if in anticipation. “As my passenger I will keep you dressed comfortably so you will remain peaceful, as if you were not removed from your sleeping environment. As your chauffer, I wear my full leather uniform with formal white dress gloves to show my dedication to providing you the highest level of service.”

As the robot said this she slipped on my coat, without waiting for my reaction, and then deftly placed on my slippers. She then palmed my house key and took me by the hand. Her gloved hand felt cool and extremely soft. It had to be made out of lamb skin. Using my key, she locked the door to my house and guided me to her car in the nearly pitch dark.

The Şereflikoçhisar Escort Bayan youthful appearing robot led me to the passenger side, opened the door and guided me into my seat as if I were precious cargo. I was getting excited having her rubber coat and long straight hair brush against me. When I was seated, she deftly strapped me in and her white gloved hands lingered for a second on my torso. She saw I looked comfortable and she gave me a disarming and hypnotic smile, yet the smile never touched her eyes. To show she was pleased and she kissed me softly on the lips for several seconds! Her full red lips felt like soft, warm pillows! No kiss had ever felt this sensual before!

The robot girl shut my door and walked around to the driver’s side. She slipped off her

coat, folded it neatly and opened the back door of the sedan and placed it on the seat. As she slipped into the driver’s seat I saw her outfit. She wore a knee length black silk dress, which accented more than hid her soft curves and ample chest! A delicate pastel scarf with some streaks of red in it gave her outfit some additional color. Her white gloves were at least elbow length, which disappeared under the short sleeves of the silk dress. The shafts of her black boots also continued up to some unknown height, beneath her knee length hem. I was surprised when she put back on her sunglasses, since she was driving in the dark!

The robot meticulously checked the mirrors and activated several low intensity floor lights. As such, I was able to see all of her when the overhead lights went off.

The android’s shiny boots were positioned above the pedals, prepared to commence the ride. It was at this point that I could see that they had an exaggerated high arches and sharp six inch heels, with a small platform. The way that the robot’s wonderfully feminine gloves were gingerly adjusting the controls, it appeared more like fondling than a simple pull or twist movement. No one had ever driven me anywhere wearing such tall boots, not to mention gloved also. The fact that the robot had knowledge of my interests and encouraged the ride was a huge thrill for me. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my torso tremor involuntarily.

The gorgeous mechanical girl put the car in reverse and pulled out of my driveway, carefully checking her blind spots and looking in all possible directions. After less than a minute, she made a left turn, which could only lead to an entrance onto the interstate! I wondered why the robot chose to go on the interstate, but couldn’t find my voice to speak. As we entered the interstate, the robot suddenly stepped down hard on the clutch and gas as I watched her adeptly shift the car into fourth gear. It was 2:47 AM and quiet on the road, so the robot stayed in one of the middle lanes as she accelerated the car up to 75 mph.

As we drove along for about another five minutes, the landscape had become more rural. I lived at the outer edge of the suburbs. Twenty miles further out was empty high desert. This was where the android was headed! There was almost nowhere to go in the hinterlands unless the robot had a more remote destination in mind. I was bewildered.

Yet I was so bewitched by my driver and became lost ogling the outline of her exciting curves as displayed by her tailored silk dress, that I lost track of time as a few more miles clicked away. I saw another sign which read “speed monitored by state police aircraft” as my lovely mechanical chauffer readjusted our speed up to 85 mph!

To my 50 year old perspective, my android chauffer facially looked barely of age but extremely sensual, with her smooth porcelain skin, delicate up turned nose, full lips and her enchanting oversized blue eyes, which were further dramatized by a layer of eye shadow. Yet I was being whisked further away from home, at a very rapid rate, as the girlish robot’s long boot remained pinned to the accelerator. I also felt anxious and even more stimulated, because she focused on her driving and ignored me.

I became even more anxious when she casually flicked a switch, which tinted all of the car’s windows, so I could no longer see outside. I understood more of her capabilities now. The window did not filter out the whole light spectrum. This robot had the equivalent of night vision.

This android had a plan to act out a detailed script of a fantasy of someone she had a close association with. The problem was it was rattling me. I spoke with a stutter, “III still don’t know your name.”

She replied very matter of factly, “I have decided to be your personal Bootrix. A Bootrix is a category of a fembot, who understands the impact of her fetish clothing on humans. “

I was at the moment simply tongue tied and could only say, “Where are you taking me?”

The girl android replied,” Why is this information relevant? “

I said, “Why don’t you take me back and we can discuss what you wish to do at my house.” I made another attempt at objectivity.

The Escort Şereflikoçhisar robot girl’s expressive eyes showed dissatisfaction with my response as she held my gaze. She actually made me feel ashamed. It was such a contrast to her opaque, unreadable expression just a few minutes before, when she was driving in silence.

She replied, “Do you not desire to be driven, by one who wears tall boots and long gloves, which incite your lust and who also knows your repressed desires?”

I said, “Of course I do.”

The Bootrix replied, “Have you told anyone else of these desires?”

I shook my head, no.

“Since you have appointed me as your confidant by our association, wouldn’t you believe me that it is more stimulating to not know exactly how long I will be driving you?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“You will take an unknown path, under my care.”

The robot girl surprised me, when she punctuated what she said by seductively arching an eyebrow, as her white glove daintily grasped a small lever on the dashboard and pulled it downward, with a dramatic flourish.

I felt my arm rests rotate in toward my stomach and then lock down, holding me firmly in my seat! I tried to wiggle out of the arm rests, but there was no room left to move as the robot adjusted the lever one more notch down with her long glove, making sure I was “secure” in my seat. I began to have a panic attack, where I cannot find a place for myself. This is a characteristic of my somewhat fragile personality, but today something different was happening.

I could discern the robot making a low level hum and immediately I felt my senses being affected by it. My anxiety was replaced with a fleeting sensation of how it would feel to be pressed up against the android’s voluptuous body, feeling the physicality of her contours and warmth. I could also feel the essence of the texture and odor of her leather boots and gloves affect me viscerally, bringing back the primal responses to my boot fetish, which was first discovered when I was 9 years old.

As quickly as it began, the queasiness ended. The Bootrix sensed my duress and quashed it. She contained a very complex bio-feedback subsystem. I was aware of devices like this being used experimentally, with physically and emotionally ill patients, but just not as part of an android. I don’t think this robot was owned by an individual, but by a cybernetics corporation or even a government, but what was her purpose being here with me?

The robot continued her humming, but adjusted the intensity where it was calming, but no longer sensual. She did not let go of the lever on the dashboard, which she operated to secure me. Several moments later, after I calmed down, the mechanical girl’s gloved hand gave the lever two more short pulls and I found myself secured by the seat’s hidden leg and neck restraints. I didn’t need the extra restraints, and it was clear that the robot understood this and desired to make me feel even more hopeless, yet she knew how to control my anxiety level, so I didn’t become ill.

As the fembot continued to drive at high speed, all could see was the harsh outline of the desert flora. There were no other cars on the road. She continued to drive silently. Even her humming had stopped.

I got up the nerve to speak again, even though I continued to stutter. “You never really told me your nnname.”

She responded by saying dismissively, “That information is not relevant at this time. ” She glanced at me sideways with her large aqua eyes. Her expression was smooth and unreadable. Yet her eyes were fixed, in their determination. “I will start your preparation, for the trip.”

While she spoke she touched a small white button on the dash and I began to hear a whirling noise. My seat had inner moving parts and I could feel a vibration against and slight pulling my skin, starting at my chest and then I felt the sucking of a vacuum, against my skin.

This process continued down my torso and legs. I did not realize what was happening, until I looked at my legs. The chair had removed not only my clothing, but every hair on my body that it touched! If this was supposed to make me open up to her as my confidant, I couldn’t see it happening. When the seat finished its task it automatically moved me a foot closer to the female android.

I sensed the robot girl’s lavender perfume; pick up a notch in its intensity. It happened to be one of my favorites. I knew that she was most likely releasing pheromones, which were powerful libido stimulants and the odor of her perfume was enchanting.

You would think I had more sense being a robotic professional, but that even seemed to impair my judgment rather than help it, thinking that all robots were controllable. Yet nothing that I said diverted the robot from her objectives. I felt so naïve, having gotten myself into this.

I felt even more stupid, because she looked like such a kid to me. I was used to having twenty year olds deferring to a senior technologist, of my years. It was ironic that she was so gorgeous and elegant, with her perfectly fitted clothes and I was now completely naked and had lost control over my current situation. This was a role reversal and I felt vastly inferior to the robot. Ironically I still felt guilt at ogling such a beautiful much younger woman and it was starting to blur in my mind that she was a machine.

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