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God of Whores Ch. 07

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Hey everybody, sorry I’ve been quiet, work got absolutely insane, and then, just for bonus fun I was sick for a while. Now I’m somewhat better I’m getting back to it. All questions and comments should be sent via the e-mail in my profile page. Enjoy the chapter!

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It was another month of his rigorous workout before he re-evaluated himself. During that time he got to the point where he could simply pick up the marble blocks of the quarry and carry them to where they needed to be. He would also let the acolytes practice their sledgehammer skills by hammering his abs, sometimes even breaking their tools before he grew bored of it.

By night, he’d apply the oil and then fuck his way through as many girls as Zoe and Xenia could bring. When they couldn’t get enough Matriarchs or Priestesses, they would return with larger numbers of acolytes. In one night he wore out a full fifty of the lesser acolytes, astounded by the ease with which he could break a woman down into a gibbering mess of slobber, sweat and cum. On another night as the month had nearly come to a close, Xenia and Zoe had readied an ambush for him, bringing all fifteen Temple Matriarchs, the whole host of them at once trying to somehow bring him down.

But he was like the Bull of Heaven now, an unstoppable force of virility and strength and stamina. While they did better than the fifty initiates, in the end they were still the ones who tapped out or creamed themselves unconscious first. No woman it seemed, or even a veritable army of women could hope to slow Pericles down any longer. After he’d totally laid waste to their cunts, mouths and asses in a record three hours, Pericles took a moment to really study himself in the mirror the next morning.

He curled his arms and admired the incredible disks of muscle that rippled beneath his skin, bombs of vast power and masculinity. He was astounded that he had to step back further from the mirror than he used to in order to see all of himself, not just to accommodate the added bulk of his insane musculature, but also to allow for his increased height. While the effects of the oil were obvious, they’d built up so slowly he hadn’t even realized the added inches. Already tall to start, he was now just a hair over seven feet on his unbelievably thick legs, his quads easily the size of any of the girls’ torsos who were passed out around him.

The rock-breaking exercise he’d added to his training had left him with an almost armor-like sheet of powerful muscles, particularly his massive pecs which he playfully flexed one by one, loving the intense control he could now exert over every part of himself after such intense training. Next he rippled his abs; no mere six or eight-pack could describe the situation of that veritable labyrinth of crevices and bulges at this point, it was some whole other thing that defined strength and stability itself. He squared his shoulders, the huge slabs of beef that he had to bring in just a little to get through some of the smaller doorways.

He even turned to allow himself a glance at humongous hemispheres of his rounded ass; to him these were no longer merely muscles. Rather, each of the giant firm globes was an engine of cunt-destruction, the powerful thrusters that would allow him to exceed the speed and power of any stud in history.

And then of course, the incredible equipment that the piece would be thrusting for. Even from the back he could easily see the swaying weight of his monstrously heavy balls, the pair of grape-fruit sized sperm-tanks boasted enough loads of such volume that he was confident he could easily fill the temple baths with nothing but his own spunk he so chose. Turning back around he enjoyed the sound and feeling of his pendulous cock slapping his inner leg. At his last measurement the damned thing swung limp at a full sixteen inches, more meat than he’d had hard when he first entered the temple, and it had taken both Zoe and Xenia to use two sticks to measure it hard, a mind-breaking twenty-three inches, just shy of a full two-foot-cock.

He knew it was arrogant of him, but even just gazing at his own form began to get him going, his breaths coming in throaty near-grunts, his heart starting to beat faster in his chest. He gave one more exaggerated flex before catching something in the corner of his eye in the reflection. He turned to see one of the Priestesses, a pretty young thing whose mouth was in a competition with her eyes to see which could hang open wider. At the sight of his cock she gave a little undulating shudder and he could see pussy-juice escaping the opening at the bottom of her robe. The poor thing had accidentally cum herself!

“Brother Patriarch, You’re wanted in the Worship Hall!” she barely got the words out before doubling up, her hands frigging madly as she squirted out another few orgasms worth of sauce from her poor overwhelmed cunt. Pericles grinned, knowing it was at last time and grabbed his loincloth, binding the whole of it around his cock so that the massive thing could somehow be contained in spite of its Bycasino beyond-impressive heft.

When he entered the hall, he was forced to suck in a sharp breath. Kassandra and Aphrodite both stood upon the dais at the far end of the room, each dressed in their most formal ceremonial gowns, their HH and J cup breasts supported by their magical straphions, their heads cocking at the sight of him as he entered. There was a moment of acknowledgment that passed between them, and a less literary age might have known it was a moment of game recognizing game. When Pericles had reached the middle of the room and made the appropriate bow before the Goddess, the pair of them stepped down from their stage and stalked towards the megastud like a pair of great Lionesses inspecting their prey.

“Very GOOD,” Kassandra finally said, almost grudgingly, “You’ve done well.”

“Perhaps a little too well,” Aphrodite added in her velvety voice of pure sex, “If I didn’t know better I’d swear our new toy had cheated the system somehow. Maybe gotten some forbidden help?”

Pericles shocked them both when he addressed Kassandra with the truths he’d uncovered, “Our mother is right, dear sister.”

The pair each gasped at the revelation; Aphrodite that he knew the truth, and Kassandra at just what that truth was. But the Goddess was quick to move on,

“Oh pish-posh. Why does my father always have to stick his fat nose where it doesn’t belong?”

Pericles shrugged, “According to most of the legends he usually sticks it up women’s—”

“Enough!” Aphrodite held up a hand, fighting the smirk that wanted to live on her face. She wrestled it into a more serious set and spoke on. “I had my reasons to leave you as I did, son. Despite all the legends of heroism and labors, your father was nothing more than a barbarian, illiterate, wild and uncivilized. You’ve lived at the temple long enough to know that true passion is best where there is structure. If I’d left you in his hands you’d probably have been killed on some battle-field or gotten some poor village slut knocked up. You’d never know the glory or greatness that I knew you could one day achieve.

Kassandra had been studying Pericles’ face closely and at the first turn of the slightest down-turn at the corners of his mouth she cut in to add, “I didn’t know we were related… but the Goddess has been keeping tabs on you for years. She cares for you only as an immortal can, both for the good and ill that means.”

If Pericles believed in this caring, he didn’t betray it, his face flat as he listened. Aphrodite chimed back in,

“Tell us son, how angry are you? Kassandra has lied to the temple for years that she is god-blooded so that the other mortals have something to aspire to even if they can never truly reach it, and I have lied to you about being of my own blood. If you wish to leave, I will understand, but know that I intended to tell you the truth in time, no matter what you’d chosen to do with your life.”

Still he was silent. Kassandra wrung her hands,

“Please brother, do not hate me.”

Another long moment paused, but Pericles couldn’t contain himself any longer and his face broke in a huge smile. With a bellowing laugh he swept his enormous arms around both women, comfortably palming each of their asses as he pulled them in to his sides,

“Don’t be silly! I’m not angry at all to learn I’ve a demigod and Goddess for my parents! I always felt so out of place in the mortal world, now I know why.”

They purred and proceeded to grind their bodies against him lightly, the sheer lust and sex seeming to ooze from their every pour.

He gave each a single, gentle spank and added, “But even though I’m not angry, we still have a grudge for how you humiliated me last season. The only way to settle that grudge is for me to fuck you both brainless, strengthless and creamless until you’re begging me for mercy. Is that clear?”

Kassandra nodded, but Aphrodite stepped back suddenly, bringing her daughter along.

“Ah ah ahhhhh, dear, son. You forget temple law; to fuck the High Priestess or Goddess you must be one of the elites. Tomorrow we will test you and see if you are worthy of joining their ranks.”

Pericles bellowed a harsh, barking laugh at that, “HAH! I will not ‘join’ your precious Elites mother, I will DESTROY them. I am the Champion, and there is only like me. Bring on your Elites and watch them fall like all the others.”

Aphrodite and Kassandra exchanged a look then, one that shared their sudden admiration for his confidence.

“Tomorrow, son. We know you fucked last night and we want you fresh.” Inside, Pericles smirked to himself that the mere three-hour fuck would not have slowed him down, but he chose to play it their way.

“Very well, Mother. Tomorrow you will see how weak and unworthy your Elites truly are.” He bowed then, and made his way back to his room to rest and prepare.

Preparation wasn’t much more than relaxing and eating. A few girls came by to see if he’d be willing to Bycasino giriş give them some of the deep-dicking to which they’d grown so accustomed, but he waved them politely away, saying that he’d see to their needs later on, but wanted to save himself for now. Eventually he slept, and dreamed of just how he’d smash the pussies to come.

It felt like forever until a priestess came to his quarters the next morning. She seemed to have better restraint then the poor thing who’d creamed herself just talking to him, but she was still clearly very effected by the raw power of his masculine presence and stuttered a little as she greeted him.

He followed the metronome of her lovely swaying ass to the 4th ring of the temple, this time to a new Communal Hall. She left him at the door with an enticing bow of cleavage-showing and then made her way back to the lesser circles of the temple. He took a deep breath, letting himself swell with the confidence and power he knew to be at his command, swaggering on into the room a moment later.

The room was done up in astounding majesty, shimmering silken sheets cast over mattresses that spanned the room almost wall-to-wall, everywhere but the holy statues, the vast feasting table and the raised dais where the Goddess and High Priestess sat. Pillows were cast about randomly, perhaps more for helping with positions than any intent of sleep, and the temples ten most beautiful women next to the two on the raised stage were present. Six of them were the Elites he’d seen at the orgy two months ago, and four others were matriarchs. Zoe and Xenia were not absent, but it seemed conscripted for other duties. Zoe was knelt between Kassandra’s legs, clearly eating the High Priestess’s cunt as Xenia busied herself polishing the tits of the Goddess, her tongue wandering over the soft flesh of the humongous mounds.

The Elites were not idle either, but seemed to be waiting for him in a state of frenzied preparation, their tits heaving with deep, fast breaths, their hands expertly playing with themselves or each other as they devoured him with their eyes. Their bodies glistened with oils and the air was thick with a mix of perfume and sex.

Aphrodite acknowledge her son’s entrance with the barest of nods before speaking,

“Come to the center of the room and let your loincloth desert you. You will have no need of it from here,” she commanded with all the regality a Goddess should have.

He acknowledged her only through compliance, swaggering his way up onto the mattress and letting his strong legs bear him in a path around the gathered women, careful not to step on anybody as his towering height balanced along. Their eyes all followed him with supreme interest, widening just a bit when he tore the cloth away, letting it fall—ruined—to the ground. An audible gasp was heard throughout the room, and though he could tell they’d tried to conceal it, Aphrodite and Kassandra had gasped right along as his pendulous organ finally swung free, the meaty thigh-slapper sweeping back and forth a little until it rested in the center from its natural weight.

Pericles could smell the sudden moistening that rippled through the room, basking in pride at the hunger in their gazes for a moment, letting the breathtaking cock’s size sink in for everyone. Then it was rising; he wasn’t sure he could have stopped it if he even wanted to, so he just let it grow erect, the curl of its limp state giving way to a massive erection, so stiff it slapped his chest with force, right between his pecs. As it rose, he could see his mother and sister grinning wider and wider, the latter even licking her lips at the sound of that meaty slap. Another long moment they all stared, and then the Goddess raised her hand in a gesture of command,

“Girls?” She said, speaking to the elites and matriarchs gathered, “Stud thinks he’s too much man for the baddest bunch of bitches in the temple. How about you show him how wrong he is!”

Moving with the eerie coordination he’d witnessed before, three of the elites and two matriarchs peeled off from their self-play and closed in on him in a swarm. He had the briefest flash of doubt; while he’d trained long and hard, the groups of girls he’d been fucking on the nightly were not trained to work together in the slightest. While the temple no doubt had imparted some technique in this regard, the Elites as near as he could tell virtually lived and loved together all the time, perfectly aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and they’d probably been studying him as well.

But his doubt did not last as they finished closing in on him and attacked him as a single oral unit.

A raven haired beauty was the first on his cock, opening wide to inhale his cockhead like a pro, but he noticed the look of shock and evident strain when she had to open much wider than she was accustomed to, getting him barely inside, her thick lips smearing along his glans with serious pressure. At the same time, her hands flew to her enormous tits, easily a G cup, bouncing them Bycasino güncel giriş playfully for his visual delight as she and the others began to orally service him.

He had to suck in a breath, a bit shocked at how quickly they were going for the kill as one of the Matriarch’s had found her way between his strong ass cheeks and was already rimming him out for all she was worth. He glanced back to see her blonde locks swaying around as she really got in there, tossing his salad like it was her favorite thing in the world.

That sensation had been so shard it distracted from the other Matriarch, an auburn-haired beauty with—he laughed to think that he considered this small now—small DD cup breasts. Her mouth was greedily attacking both of his dangling balls, her hands gathering up more and more of his sack to attack with her mouth; of course she had no hope of sucking a ball at his size, but she was making damned sure every last inch of his scrotum was covered in hot, dripping slobber for all her effort.

Another Elite, this one with shocking red hair and F cups, was devoting herself to the sheer oral worship of his incredible muscles. She ignored his face, kissing and licking her way over his huge arms and shoulders, sweeping her tongue through the deep trenches that gave him definition between the massive clusters of meat. She was working her way between all his abdominal muscles when he became aware of the last of the five.

This Elite had unnatural yet gorgeous purple hair, dyed expensively no doubt. She was doing her best to cover his shaft, working her way up and down, left and right, feasting on his gigantic cock from every possible angle as the black-haired beauty tried to get more and more of his cock, going slowly to allow herself a fighting chance of not choking out on his monster. The violet vixen was exceedingly well endowed at a generous G cup, sometimes arching her back so that instead of licking or sucking she could just grind those massive melons against his monstrous meat instead.

Just as he was getting accustomed to that arrangement, the girls all switched again. He felt a new, more sensual tongue at his ass, a pair of mouths each pursuing his balls as individuals, and a new mouth on his gigantic cockhead. He couldn’t tell who was doing what because those gargantuan G-cups were in his face, giving him something to suck one while he in turn was sucked on in so many different places and ways. In spite of his legendary stamina and overly productive nuts, Pericles realized that he was going to have to fight back a bit if he was going to win as planned; left to their own devices these girls would suck him dry and be still begging for more.

He started with the monstrous tits in his face, worshipping and sucking them as best he could, chasing his own trailed of slobber around the massive gum-drop nipples, letting his huge hands cup, maul and tug the big globes this way and that; showing her that even though she was smothering him and obscuring his vision, he was still the big fucking dick in charge of the situation. His efforts were rewarded and he could feel her buckling a little, panting, gasping, letting his tongue take her where he wanted her to go.

Meanwhile, he began to buck his hips. It was subtle at first, and his muscle control was so fine he could move forward and back just a quarter-of-an-inch at a time, but it was definitely challenging the current mouth on his cockhead. Soon he was bucking arhythmically, his ears rewarded with the gagging sounds of someone biting off more than she could chew. He also began to strategize on the back-swings, really bearding down so that his balls were challenging their own antagonists, forcing their way into mouths that were having more and more trouble keeping up.

When he heard the purple-haired one actually whimper a little from the attention he was paying her monster tits, he seized his opportunity and reached around to her ass, grabbing her firmly and lifting her like she weighed nothing to sit on his shoulders, easily devouring her helpless cunt. His endless training had given him a deadly combination of attributes when it came to eating pussy; not only was his tongue like a jackhammer on ice-skates the way it glided around her clit and vulva, but he had learned to read even the smallest signal from his partners. Her smallest twitch, throb, drip of pussy-juice or clit-stiffen were all like instructions to his delicate senses, telling him exactly what to do next to maximize her pleasure.

After mere minutes he was virtually vibrating her sex in his mouth, gargling gout after gout of juice that sprayed from her helpless form. When he felt her go limp, leaning back against her hands he gently lowered her to drop to the mattress, a surprising fountain of her juices spilling down his chin, splattering her naked body.

But the Elites were anything but unprepared for a challenge. Even as two of their number came to drag away the woman he’d just put under, a third tagged in to take her place, immediately pushing away one of her sisters to attack his cock directly. Inside, Pericles smiled; these women were well-trained super-coordinated attack-sluts, yet his skill or physique had them already working against one another just to get their shot at him. In this moment at least, he felt like he’d already won.

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Tori loved her job at the pet store. It involved a bit more heavy lifting than she realized, but the staff she worked with listened to her, the pay was decent for someone starting out, and she was looking forward to the managerial experience she was acquiring.

She was only twenty-five, but felt as if everything was working out for her. She had a great roommate, a new boyfriend, and she was genuinely happy with how things were turning out for her.

She was getting the dog food off of the pallets right before opening time when she was approached by the district manager, the one who oversaw operations of twenty-three of the store locations in their state.

“Oh, hi Miguel,” said Tori as she got up and took his hand. She liked Miguel being around because he only gave constructive criticism. He prided himself on problem-solving.

“Tori, great to see you again,” he said in his smooth Latin accent. “I need you to talk with the realtor that’s coming out today. I’m sorry to have to drop this on you, but you know the layout of this store better than anyone.”

“Sure, Miguel,” replied Tori. “Corporate approved the lease?”

“Yep,” he said. “We get an extra five hundred square feet of storage space. I just want you to get the keys from her and sign off on the lease agreement. She’ll show you where to sign.”

Miguel left and let Tori get back to her routine. Mark the cashier had to get a few purchases approved before she walked in. Tori turned her attention to the front door when the realtor entered.

The realtor had short black hair and a fine face. She was clearly older, but she definitely looked in great health. She was wearing black-rimmed glasses that made her fine blue eyes seem all that more fierce. She was wearing a lovely dark grey suit with a knee-high skirt, complemented by black stiletto heels. One thing that Tori noticed was the woman’s calves. They were so well-toned and defined. Tori figured she must do a lot of cycling.

Tori approached the woman. “Can I help you?” she asked.

The woman smiled and offered her hand, which Tori accepted. “Oh, how lovely to meet you!” the woman responded. “My name is Jolene Wyman. I’m with Precision Properties.” She laughed. “Please, no comments about my name. I have heard them all.” Tori looked confused. “Oh…it’s an old song, dear.”

Tori laughed. “Oh. Well, if you want to get the papers signed, we can do it in the back office.” Tori led the way to the rear.

Jolene opened the folder she had in her hand. She laid out the contracts and pointed at different parts. “I have placed tabs where to sign.” Tori found them all and signed her initials at each one.

Jolene gathered up the papers. “Thank you so much! I am sorry to bother you with this. The owners insisted on having your signature on here.” She looked Tori over, who appeared a bit nervous. “Is everything okay?”

Tori snapped out of it. “Uh, oh. I’m sorry. I was just looking at your…shoes.”

Jolene’s eyes brightened. She pivoted and lifted one of her shoes up behind her. “Aren’t they just the best?” She put her foot down and looked back at Tori. “You know, I would love to have coffee with you some time.” She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a card, then handed it to Tori. “I hope you give me a call.” She smiled, then left the office.

Tori looked the card over, then put it in her pocket. She could not get the vision of Jolene’s shapely calves out of her mind. She fiddled with a few things in the office before making her way back out to the floor.

She then pulled her phone out of her back pocket and dialed up Keegan. “Let’s meet tonight at my place,” she said, then hung up the phone.

That night, Tori was in a rush to get Keegan into bed. She practically pulled him through the entire apartment before throwing him down on the mattress and pulling her clothes off. She pulled off her shirt and bra, then unzipped his pants and started sucking wildly. Keegan had no time to think or react, and decided to let her have her way.

Tori jerked and sucked with fury, then stood up after a few minutes and did a shimmy with her hips to slip her yoga pants off. Keegan got the rest of his clothes off while Tori climbed on top. She rubbed at her pussy while she leaned in for a passionate kiss. “I want to fuck you so hard, baby,” she whispered into his chest. She grabbed at his member and let it slide into her.

Keegan groaned with a bit of fear. “Uh, babe? No rubber?”

Tori shushed him. “It’s okay, baby. Just pull out in time, okay?”

She guided his hard cock into her, letting it slide in. Keegan had an average sized penis, but Tori loved the way it felt regardless. “Oooh, honey,” she purred. “Oh, I love fucking you. You make me feel so good.”

Tori let herself rock back and forth on the dick while Keegan continued his own moaning. She let Keegan feel up her tits as she allowed him to fuck her.

All of a sudden, those black glasses jumped into her mind. Jolene’s Bycasino strong legs were like shining pillars in those sexy fuck-me pumps. That short black hair was so powerful and commanding. The way she just set up to go meet with her made her feel special.

Tori suddenly jumped off of Keegan. “Fuck me from behind,” she ordered. Tori turned around and got on all fours, spreading wide and getting herself low to the bed. Keegan got up in behind her and inserted. Tori was sufficiently lubed up to allow for quick entry.

Keegan grabbed onto her ass cheeks and started to ram it in. “Yeah,” Tori said in a breathy voice. “Yeah, do it. Fuck me harder. Smack my ass!”

Keegan hesitated with an open hand, then gave her a small tap. “Yeah!” shouted Tori.

“Isn’t your roommate going to be home soon?” asked Keegan, almost out of breath.

Tori smiled. “Maybe we can fuck her too, eh?”

Keegan stopped. “What?”

“You want to see that, right?” asked Tori, her boyfriend still inside of her. “I can eat a girl’s pussy while you fuck me. That’s what you guys want, right?”

Keegan pulled out. “Um, you’re starting to weird me out, babe.”

Tori turned around and got up on her knees. “Wait, wait! What? I was just saying things.”

Keegan got up off the bed. “Look, Tori, I think I have to go.” He gathered up his clothes and started to get dressed.

Tori jumped up off the bed and tried to stop him with her hands. “Wait! I’m sorry. I just wanted to make things interesting.”

Keegan finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Tori standing there. “I think I’ll call you later,” he said, not sounding enthused. He walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

Tori stood there completely naked and threw her arms up. “What the fuck was that?!” she said.

A few hours later, Tori’s roommate, Kendra, came home. Tori was on the couch watching TV, not looking terribly happy. Tori had slipped into her booty shorts and a very loose tank top.

Kendra was the more feminine of the two. She was a flirty blonde with larger breasts, although she had probably more weight on her. Tori was the mousy brunette, an athletic body and a pretty face but nothing terribly spectacular about her, at least as much as she could figure.

Kendra saw the look on her roomie’s face and had a feeling something was up. “What did he do now?”

Tori sighed. “I was just trying a little dirty talk, and he freaked out and left.”

Kendra balked. “What, he left during?”

Tori nodded. Kendra sat down next to her in disbelief. “What in God’s name could you possibly have said?”

Tori put her hands over her eyes. “I don’t want to say.”

Kendra stared hard. “Girl, I once saw you shit your pyjamas in the kitchen.”

That managed to put a smile on her face. “Those Jaeger shits sneak up on you.” They both started to laugh.

“Look, fuck Keegan,” encouraged Kendra. “I say kick him to the curb. The guy is dull as anything.”

Tori got her phone. “Hang on,” she said to Kendra. “I’ll give him a chance to explain himself.” She set the phone to speaker mode, then dialed his number. Tori put her index finger to her lips at Kendra.

“‘Lo?” said Keegan.

“Keegan, it’s Tori,” she announced. “Why did you walk out on me?”

“Uh, ’cause you’re saying messed-up shit?” he responded. “You’re mental.”

Tori pursed her lips. “Uh, I’m trying to get some heat going in the bedroom, since you seem to be incapable.” Kendra’s eyes got wide and she tried to suppress her giggles.

Keegan seemed stumped for a clever response. “Um, so listen, I think we should see other people.” Just then there was a strange female voice asking for some cash.

Tori made an outrage face. “You stupid asshole!” she shouted into the phone. “Have fun fucking needle-dick, you bitch.” She hung up and threw her phone into the couch cushion.

Kendra looked on, stunned. “That piece of shit!” Kendra put her hand on Tori’s shoulder. “Oh, hon. I’m sorry.”

Tori waved her hand. “Forget it. I’m glad it’s over. It was only two months.” She shrugged. “What do we do now?”

Kendra laughed. “Drink some Jaeger and shit ourselves?” Tori joined in on the laughing.

After a quiet weekend, Tori remembered the offer that Jolene had made to get together. She got up the courage to call her.

Jolene was excited to hear from her. “Tori, darling! I’m so glad you called. Listen, if you would like to come to my place, that would be great. I had a couple of cancellations.”

Tori scrambled to get a pen and wrote down the address. “Okay, Jolene. Thanks so much!”

She hung up her cell phone and went behind the counter. “Jen, can you mind the store for the rest of the shift? I’m cutting out early.”

Jen was willing to do so, as Tori had looked the other way for her on so many occasions. Tori dashed out of the store and made way to Jolene’s place.

Jolene lived in a nice duplex, Bycasino giriş only accented with the BMW in the driveway. Tori assumed that commercial realty must have been paying well. She ran up and knocked on the door.

Jolene opened the door, the sunlight picking up on her sparkling blue eyes. She smiled so wide when she saw her new friend. “Come in! Please!” Jolene extended her hand, and Tori was led inside. Jolene was wearing one of her suits, and the skirt was still just long enough to show off her finely toned calves. Tori was mesmerized as she watched Jolene pump her legs up the stairs, her calf muscles dancing with every step.

The two of them sat at Jolene’s counter and sipped special homemade coffee. Tori was really enjoying Jolene’s company, and she was thrilled to have someone who could show her a few things about business.

Jolene suddenly got silent, staring at Tori and smiling. “I would love to show you something.”

She led Tori into the bedroom. Jolene pulled a few clothes out of her closet while Tori sat on the bed. Tori suddenly noticed there were a lot of trophies on a bookshelf behind her, as well as a few belts with medallions on them.

Jolene emerged, wearing a sleeveless blouse and denim shorts. What caught Tori’s attention right away was just how toned the rest of Jolene’s body was. Her arms were incredibly trim, and her shoulders were perfectly rounded. Her thighs were probably Tori’s favourite, with all of the muscles just tightened and rippling. Her muscles were not especially large, but there was such a sense of strength and dominance coming from her. She was so powerful, and yet so very feminine.

Jolene was also wearing her high heels, which still made her legs look even better. Tori was having a hard time breathing, as she was terribly excited by what she was seeing. Jolene started to flex and pose, doing the full flourish moves with sweeping presentation. She flexed her biceps and gave a smile to Tori. “Do you like it?”

Tori was still gasping. “I mean…you’re so…”

Jolene looked down and touched her own breasts. “I’m sorry to admit that I went for implants. I just had to, though! I lost a bit of my fat when I started my workout routine.” She turned to the side and extended out her thigh, flexing the muscles. “All-natural…except for the boobies.”

Tori was starting to sweat as she watched Jolene flex just about every muscle she had. She slowly rose from the bed and walked over to Jolene, who was still doing her flex routine. “I probably look terrible right now. It’s off-season, and my real training doesn’t start for another three months.”

Tori reached out and started to rub Jolene’s bicep. Jolene held it out to let her friend explore. “Go ahead, dear,” said Jolene. Tori allowed her hands to rub all over Jolene’s arm, making her way up to her shoulder. Tori began to moan while she rubbed, loving the firmness.

“You’re…you’re just so gorgeous,” Tori said in heaving breaths. She looked down at her legs. “Oh, can I please touch your legs? Please?”

Jolene raised her chin as if channeling royalty. “You may.”

Tori squatted down and stared at Jolene’s quadriceps. Her hands were shaking as Tori reached out, then tenderly stroked the muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss the leg, while Jolene looked at herself in the standing mirror.

Tori sat down and spread out her legs while she continued to kiss and lick Jolene’s leg. She was moaning and gasping to the point where she was having trouble forming her lips to kiss any more. She leaned her shoulder on the leg and held on as she gasped for air.

Jolene put her hand on Tori’s head. “Darling, you need to relax. Now, I need to know, have you ever had a sexual experience with a woman before?”

Tori calmed her breathing. “No, mistress. I swear.”

Jolene smiled. “Mistress! I like the sound of that. Now, I must insist that you have a sexual experience before we share.”

Tori stood up and put her hands on Jolene’s shoulders. “Wait! Please, I need you.”

Jolene took Tori’s hands in her own. “Oh, and I can’t wait. But I want you to be ready for this. You have to go out and find another woman to make you feel special. Can you do that for me?”

Tori nodded. “Please, mistress, may I kiss you?”

Jolene leaned in and gave Tori a gentle kiss on the lips. “That will do for now,” said Jolene. “I want you to remember that our own relationship will be based on respect. I want you to feel safe. I care about you a great deal.”

Tori was still trembling with anticipation. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Oh, the muscle worship?” asked Jolene. “Certainly. I had a couple of boys before, but I find them terribly aggressive and intimidating. Then I met a young lady, probably about your age, and decided to try something different. So, she became my kitten.”

“A kitten?” asked Tori.

“Yes, it’s an affectionate name for the muscle worshipper. I just find it Bycasino güncel giriş so cute.” Jolene stroked Tori’s face with the back of her hand. “I’ll give you a bit more of a show to hold you over, okay?”

Jolene removed her shirt, wearing a sparkly bikini top likely used for Jolene’s competitions. She flexed her biceps while she stiffened her abs. Tori looked as if her head would explode. She started to press down on her crotch. “I have to! I have to!”

Jolene held out her hand. “No. You have to stop.” Tori obliged. Jolene put her hands on her hips. “Now please, take a look. Think of me when you’re having sex with that special woman. I want you to enjoy yourself, but you will come back to me. Do you understand?”

Tori nodded. “I want you so badly, mistress. I will do as you ask.”

Jolene put her shirt back on, then walked Tori to the door. She gave Tori one more kiss before taking her outside. “Go and enjoy yourself first.”

Tori went home and contemplated her options. She pulled out her phone and looked for a dating app. She found one called Bumpr, a lesbian dating service. She figured it was worth it to at least find out what was out there. She was determined to follow through with Jolene’s request.

Tori found a nice beach shot that Kendra took last summer and used it as her profile picture. She entered in a short profile and uploaded. She then decided to wait for a bit before trying to find any new matches.

Tori went into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. She was so excited from watching Jolene that she had to release. She stripped down naked and began to rub at herself. “Oh, I’m so fat,” Tori whispered to herself. She was masturbating with such fury at this point. “God, I want to fuck you, mistress! Unnhhh!”

Tori finished within a matter of a few minutes. She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. After fifteen minutes, Kendra came in the front door. “Tor? You home?” she called out from the living room.

“Yeah!” yelled Tori, still lying there.

Kendra opened the door to Tori’s bedroom. “Hey, I was thinking we should—OH!” Kendra slammed the door shut with her on the other side. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Tori replied. “I need to fuck a girl.”

“Ummm…okay,” Kendra said, sounding uncomfortable. “I can’t help you there. So…why?”

“I just need to is all,” Tori said.

“Um…okay, Tor,” said Kendra. “I’ll just be in my room, all right?”

Tori got herself dressed. She wanted to apologize to Kendra, but decided to let her chill out first. She went out into the living room to retrieve her phone. She looked at it and saw that the app was still running. Tori then noticed that she had a rose sent to her. She clicked on it and it opened a new profile.

There was a cute, cherub-faced girl there with a link to her profile. Tori opened it and found the username CarrotCake26. The girls sounded as if she would be fun to be around, and had a clever joke about science fiction.

Tori decided to send her back a response. CarrotCake 26 was only six miles from her apartment. She gave a suggestion for a tapas restaurant they could try, and said to meet there tomorrow at seven.

Tori had made it in first, and wore her green sleeveless dress. After a few minutes of waiting at an extra-high table, in walked CarrotCake26. She had a lovely form-fitting rainbow stripe dress. CarrotCake26 was curvy in all the right places, and she had a lovely chubby face that glowed with excitement. She did a shuffling dance over to Tori and squealed as she led them into a hug.

They both sat down and instantly started to talk. CarrotCake was actually Sammy, an excitable bundle of nervous gestures. Tori did her best to keep up with her. Sammy’s eyes lit up as several plates of food were brought to the table.

“Oh, you’re so lucky!” cooed Sammy. “You get to work with animals all day.”

Tori took a drink from her wine glass. “Mmm. At least the fish are quiet.”

“Oh, it has to be better than a hardware store!” Sammy started to laugh. “I mix paint all day. Some people say the fumes are making me goofy!”

They talked for another ninety minutes, then decided to head to the fountain park. Tori and Sammy tried to race through the dancing water fountain in their bare feet, screaming with joy.

Tori took Sammy to her place, and they sat on the couch. Kendra was out of the apartment for several hours.

“So,” said Sammy, unsure of where to take the conversation. “What made you want to get on Bumpr?”

Tori smiled as she sighed. “I was just ready to try something different.” She dared not tell Sammy about the requirement that Jolene had put on her.

Sammy reached out and patted Tori on her thigh. “Look, if you’re just looking for a few laughs with no pressure, this is your lucky day.”

Tori looked at her curiously. “What? You…you don’t want a relationship?”

Sammy shrugged and grinned. “Oh, I just found your profile on a whim. Look, I’ve had my heart broken by someone very recently. I just wanted to have a little fun for once, y’know?”

Tori nodded. “I just…never did this before. With a girl.”

Sammy’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow! Well, this must be pretty exciting for you.”

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She couldn’t really understand what was surging through her. The only emotion that came close to describing it would be brutal passion, if there was such a thing. She felt his hand on her thigh and shuddered at the very touch of his fingers. Finally enduring his touch was almost as torture some as having to live and breathe without it. She craved him, lusted for him, needed his touch and caress, wanted his every fiber to belong to her and be with her forever. Having to hold back from screaming was the only thing she could control of her bodily functions; she never remembered being this aroused in her entire life. She did not ever know what he could do to her, or would.

Only a few hours earlier she had finally met him in person for the first time. They’d known each other for several years, actually meeting through Literotica, but were never able to make the proper arrangements for visits. One thing that she could never understand was what exactly it was that drew her to him. Without knowing it, he had her hypnotized every time they spoke, every time they played on the phone, every time she heard him tell her that he wanted her. She never had one doubt that when they finally met, he would release the fire building within her, causing it to erupt and explode into wanton desire.

Then still, after all this time, he had not disappointed. His hand traveled slowly up her thigh until his fingers reached in, and made her spread her legs slightly. When he looked down at her laying on the bed, he saw her eyes clasped shut and her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, stifling what he must have taken as an embarrassed moan. He hadn’t realized how much she was sweating, and how much she trembled up until this point.

Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “Are you alright?”

Her only response was to nod.

He smiled slightly and went back to touching her. Curling his fingers inside, he felt her spread her legs further for him. Finally, her musky scent reached his nostrils and he moaned slightly, imagining how aroused she was because of what he was doing to her. She anxiously awaited for his fingers to rise up and touch her in the most intimate and up until now most forbidden place. What she didn’t know was that he was holding back with his entire being not to ravish her, thrust his fingers into her pussy and shove his tongue deep into her mouth. A quick flash of these happenings buzzed through his mind, then he was focused again. He rose his other hand up to wipe some sweat off Bycasino of his forehead, then leaned down to kiss her stomach just as he let the very tip of his finger touch her slightly open pussy lips.

Her breath caught within her chest and she lay frozen, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of his touch on the part of her body that craved him the most. Waiting momentarily to allow her to relax, he licked her stomach slightly before sitting back up. He had no idea what he was doing to her, what sort of internal desire he was creating within her being. He felt that he had given her enough time to relax, and reached forward with two of his fingers and brushed against her clitoris.

It was as if he had ignited some sort of explosive; her hips bucked upwards, her hands clasped shut, some sort of noise between a moan and a growl came out of her mouth, and her entire body shook. She hadn’t realized that she had frightened him, but even though he wasn’t sure what was happening, he knew it was a good thing. He continued to stroke her and caress her, each touch, although still producing a strong reaction, becoming easier and easier. She seemed to become more calm and relaxed instead of more wild and uncontrolled, perhaps because she had waited so long for his first touch that after she received it, everything became real and after that there was nothing but love and passion.

For a bit it seemed as if he might be putting her to sleep, until he felt her react again. Gradually as he kept his constant motion and rhythm, he felt something within her building. She began to moan again, very quietly, and started to move her hips slightly. He bent down to kiss her and when his lips touched hers, she returned the kiss and then whispered for him to keep going. His lips lowered to hers, making contact again. She felt him open his mouth slightly, and she reacted in doing the same. The urge to moan loudly and beg for him to put his fingers inside of her was becoming an irresistible sin she was soon to give in to. She allowed him to kiss her, feeling his tongue slip into her mouth as she wrapped her hand around his neck to hold him there, kissing him back. Their tongues swirled around, creating a rhythmic tango that was syncopated with the movement of his fingers. His fingers would push up, and his tongue would follow. It seemed, to her, as if he was making love to her with his fingers and tongue. She was completely lost in the clouds, the need becoming overwhelming.

Slowly and gently Bycasino giriş she broke the kiss, allowing him to pull away. Her lips shuddered and her voice trembled within her throat, her words failing to come out. She lowered her hand and clasped it on top of his, telling him to stop.

Again, she heard him ask, “Are you alright?”

Her answer was more than a nod this time. “Yes, quite. But I need more.”

Instantly he knew what she was speaking about, and knew that he was ready to give it to her. He allowed her to raise her hand up and get comfortable, momentarily taking his hand away from her. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes slowly as she sensed his hand nearing her.

He was surprised at how aroused and wet her pussy was, and how hot it felt underneath his touch. Leaning down to kiss her on her forehead, he lowered his fingers down to her opening. As his lips made contact with her forehead, his fingertips touched her pussy, just above her opening. She moaned as she felt him push downward slightly, lowering his fingers and putting pressure against her. Never having felt such a craving, such a painful need to have him inside of her, any part of him, she didn’t know what to think during this brief moment before his fingertips made their way inside of her. He lifted his head up to look down at her as he pushed gently inside.

Grasping his fingertips with the contracting muscles in her pussy, she lifted her hips up and accidentally pushed more of his fingers inside of her. She let out a soft moan that felt more like it was coming from her arousal than her lungs and throat. He allowed the other half of his fingers to slide gently inside of her and pressed more once they were inside, wanting her to feel every inch of him. Her moan came out once more, this time deeper and longer.

He began a slow, drawn out rhythm that he wasn’t sure was torture or pleasure for her. Teasing her, every now and again he would brush his fingers up, gently rubbing against her G-spot, causing her to shudder. She was in complete ecstasy, knowing that it was his fingers inside of her and would soon be more. Her hips began to rise up and down with his fingers, moving with him and allowing him to lead. The rhythm picked up speed, as did her breathing as he began to push harder into her. She sensed that he was having a hard time holding back any arousal he had developed during this time, and wanted to soon please him as well.

Feeling the heat rise more and Bycasino güncel giriş more within herself and within the room it seemed, she began to buck herself upwards, starting to make his fingers thrust inside of her. Her hands reached out and grabbed for him, clasping onto his shirt. He leaned down to kiss her, hard this time, and finally let some of his passion emerge to the surface. The kiss felt different than the other ones had; more intense and more lustful. The scene was now becoming somewhat like it was the first few moments when he had first touched her.

Unable to resist, she finally allowed the lust and desire course through her and held back no longer. As he fucked her harder with his fingers, she rose her hips up harder, and harder still. His fingers were entering into her and coming out just as quickly; she was now barely able to focus on them being his fingers because it felt more like a cock to her that was pounding her hard and fast.

Their rough kiss lingered for a few more moments until she had almost completely lost her breath. He thrust his fingers into her as deep and as hard as he felt she could handle as he watched her writhe beneath him in pleasure. Her muscles began to contract slightly, and he knew he was bringing her close to her climax. That thought was enough to make him want her and need her body even more. He added a third finger and sent her soaring through the clouds as her thoughts became jumbled and her sight became blurry. Fiercely fucking three of his fingers now, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on breathing, although all her mind could think of was the building she was experiencing and could not ignore. He felt the same need for her orgasm as she did, giving her everything he knew he could. Her breath became intensely short, her eyes clasped even tighter shut, her body began to quake and her grasp on his shirt became a death grip. Within the next second, time seemed to stop and everything was focused on her arousal as she felt the electricity surge through her and felt her climax erupt. He allowed the last bit of his fingers to push inside of her as he felt her pussy grasp him, wanting her to feel everything she could.

The next few minutes were a blur for both of them. They had both just endured her first orgasm of many yet to come, and both needed to rest. He had pulled his fingers out of her, cleaned them off, and laid down beside her to stroke her face and allow her to calm down. He watched as peace began to envelop her and bring her back to earth. When she was finally calm and finally relaxed, she found enough strength to turn to him and kiss him deeply, thanking him for what he had just experienced with her. They remained laying there in the bed, thinking of the things to come.

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The Cast of Participants

Elliott -a submissive male in his 50’s who is always exploring roles and trying to find one that he would fit into. He resides in Arizona and loves serving men. Is open to exploring new roles

Uncle Richard– is a dominant male in his mid to late 60’s and he resides in California. He has corresponded with Elliott for years as a mentor and advisor. He has Elliott address him as Uncle Richard as a show of respect and so Elliott will view him as an authority figure. Uncle Richard has decades of experience in training males and helping them to accept roles that have been designed for them. He has trained many males and has auctioned them off to raise money for charity or to find a home for them. He has been very successful in this as the males are generally compliant and learn to accept their new roles with his guidance.

Gus- is a male in his 50’s and owns a bar in California. Gus’s bar has an inside area and an outside patio that is also used for Sunday football games as well as special events.

John- is a 30’s something male and is the bar manager and the property manager at the bar. He expects the equipment to work correctly and to always be functional. He treats equipment as property and states it is there for one purpose and that is to serve the customer and to be usable for the customer. He does not believe is property rights thus the property and equipment are treated as such

He is strict with the staff also. He is a representative of the local BDSM community

The Urinal- This will be a male who will experience some difficulty at first do to the volume of the job, lack of experience, self doubt, lack of confidence and subconscious mental resistance. So steps are taken to help with this. When John was told that they may get a male urinal he was glad as they can use him outside and not have to rent a port-a-potty thus saving money plus in cooler weather they can move the urinal inside as they have room for it beside the rest of the urinals in the bathroom.

His experience with male urinals has been positive as he believes that after an initial adjustment period where a urinal will experience self doubt that male urinals will adjust in time to their role. They are movable from outside to inside. Once they accept their role it makes no difference to them. He believes that you treat them as a urinal and expect them to behave, act and accept being a urinal. He feels other benefits are the expense in not renting port-a-potties and that the male urinal does not break down as there are no breakable parts thus no plumbers have to be called. The added expense of water is not needed as the urine is simply recycled thru them thus no flushing or movable parts.

The main functional parts on them are!. the urinal section which Bycasino is the inside of the mouth, 2. the urinal drain which is the throat area,

3. the urine storage area which is the stomach area and

4. the urinal drainage shaft which use to called a penis which is connected to a plastic tube in which the urine flows through to a plastic jug so that the urine can be recycled and poured back through the urinal so that environmentally no urine is put back into the environment

The male urinal is self sufficient as there is nothing to flush as he recycles the urine himself ( actually he has no choice) thus there is no wasted water that regular urinals use when they are flushed.

Introduction

Uncle Richard and Elliott correspond about the process of creating a male urinal. Uncle Richard says they are not hard to train and create. Elliott says he does not believe that but has little info and no experience in the process. So Uncle Richard dares Elliott to give it a try and says the process is completed in 4-8 days which will include 5 days of training and 1-3 days of OJT (on the job training). So Elliott feeling confident and arrogant agrees as he feels that he can bluff his way through 8 days as most training periods are much longer. Uncle Richard believes the best training subjects are individuals who are naïve and gullible but also respond to positive re-enforcement, verbal encouragement and behavioral modification. He believes they are willing to make a commitment and sign an agreement stating that

So Uncle Richard has Elliott fly to California. Uncle Richard picks him up at the airport and takes him to an adult store to try on urinal funnel gag. They find one that has a decent size funnel on it with a tube that can be shut or opened to allow a steadier flow if necessary. They put it on Elliott. It is sturdy and secure with the gag and tube secured to his mouth. The gag strap was padlocked around the back of his head so it wouldn’t come loose or off. The staff and some customers commented on how normal and natural and at ease Elliott looks wearing it. So Uncle Richard had Elliott pay for it with Richard’s preferred customer discount. Uncle Richard has his trainees pay for some of the equipment as that show commitment and they are more willing to follow through when then have something invested in it. Plus Uncle Richard says it’s the first step toward accepting being a urinal as a urine funnel gag is much use for anything else

The next step is to go to Uncle Richard’s home where Elliott is to strip nude and a collar and leash are put on him for security and safety purposes. Elliott’s clothing is locked into the trunk of Uncle Richards’s car for safe keeping but it is explained to brad that he won’t need any clothing as urinals don’t need Bycasino giriş clothing. Uncle Richard explains that the training is done in simple steps so the trainee experiences success as people who are successful in doing something are more willing to continue in that process.

Next Uncle Richard produces the 4-8 day training agreement which explains each day’s step by step process. Elliott is told to simply sign the document as he doesn’t need to read it so he obediently signs the agreement

The next document is a property title and again Elliott is instructed to sign it which he obediently does. Uncle Richard explains that this is necessary as being a urinal Elliott will not be able to make any decisions and so by signing the property title he becomes Uncle Richards’s property so he can make those decisions for him

The next form is an informed consent which states that basically Elliott understands his training and the process and agrees he is not impaired or being forced to sign the form. He understands that decisions will be made in his best interests and that he understands this accepts this and gives his consent that all steps be used to help him become a urinal. He is told to sign the informed consent which he does

Uncle Richard signs all 3 forms as the owner and caretaker. He has a friend sign them later as a witness

The rest of day 1 was spent with Elliott wearing the urine funnel gag and Uncle Richard pouring water into the funnel so brad would urinate through the tube on his drainage shaft and into a urine jug. When full the urine jug was mixed with 75% water and 25% urine and poured back into the urine funnel for Elliott to process again. It was diluted so that Elliott would get use to the taste of urine and see that it wasn’t so bad

He is kept in a cage at night.

Day 2 is more of the same except Elliott’s urine is now only diluted 50% urine 50% water. Plus on day 1 he only spent a few hours as a urinal. On day 2 he will spend the entire day as a urinal. By the end of the day his urine is mixed 25% water and 75% urine

Day 2 was more difficult for him than day 1.

Day 3 is just as Day 2 except now Elliott’s urine is not diluted at all so he is processing his urine at 100%. Since things are getting more serious his hands are tied to his ankles for security and safety and to help him realize that he is a urinal and doesn’t need to move. Uncle Richard also starts using him as a urinal and to start out he dilutes his urine 50% urine 50% water. As in day 2 water and urine are being poured in him throughout the day so urine is constantly being processed through him so he understands he is a urinal. Uncle Richard is constantly giving him verbal reminders that he is a urinal

By the end of Day 3 Elliott realizes Bycasino güncel giriş that this isn’t so easy and he is having difficultly but there is little he can do as the urinal funnel gag is put on him, He is nude 24/7 and wearing a collar and leash all the time for security and safety reasons plus his hands are now tied to his ankles when he is being used as a urinal. Again in the normal progression day 3 is more difficult that day 1 or 2

Day 4 is the same hands tied to ankles, water and urine going into funnel gag. A an added control he is now blindfolded when in use as a urinal Now Uncle Richard no longer dilutes his urine and urinates right into the funnel At the end of the day a gay couple from across the street show up and say their plumbing isn’t working (yeah sure) and ask if they can use Uncle Richards bathroom. He’s a good neighbor and says of course and points them to the male urinal. They both go what seems like forever as if they have been holding there urine all day waiting for this. They compliment Elliott by saying what a good urinal he is. They stay for drinks and use me a few more times and Uncle Richard invites them to stop by tomorrow for drinks as he is having a few friends over It’s the first I knew of that

Again day 4 is harder than the first 3 days. However he is experiencing success at being a urinal perhaps some of that success is due to the fact that he is completely controlled and has little choice. Though he definitely appears to be trying to be a urinal

Day 5 is same as day 4. It is last day of formal training and then will do OJT. Uncle Richard is having a few friends over to watch some Saturday afternoon football, throw horseshoes and barbeque outside. Elliott is taken outside and secured to a urinal post. This is simply a post where he is in a kneeling position. His ankles are secure to the back of the post through an eye ring bolt. The hands are secured behind the post in the same manner. This helps to immobilize the urinal. Additional a strap is placed around the chest and secured around the back of the post and a strap is placed around the forehead and around the back of the post. Of course Elliott is blindfolded as before. Elliott is told to spread his knees apart as this indicates that the urinal is open for use. Uncle Richard explains that urinals don’t move so in early part of becoming a urinal they need to restrain until they adapt to their role. The rest of the day they play horseshoes, watch football, eat and drink. When the need arises they use Elliott as their urinal. Elliott receives compliments on what a good urinal he is and how cost efficient and maintenance free he is. The only thing any one needs to do is empty the urine jug when it is full into the the funnel to recycle it. Uncle Richard says eventually when in private use Elliott will be trained to empty the jug into the funnel himself but when in public use someone else will have to do it

So Elliott has finished his brief 5 day training program. This will be continued in Chapter 2 with On the Job training (OJT)

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“This meeting of the Kaplan University chapter of Sigma Sigma Sigma will come to order,” said Sir Warwick Carlisle, president of the frat as he gaveled for silence. “Give me your attention.”

The brothers seated along the long mahogany table in the dining room of the frat house, dressed as usual for the monthly house business meeting in khaki trousers, white shirts, the green, gold and black diagonal stripe ties of the Tri-Sigs, and green blazers with gold buttons and the fraternity patch on the breast pocket quieted down. The seniors, all of whose Tri-Sig frat names were taken from the TV series Firefly, were nearest the head of the table. Next to them were the juniors whose house names had been taken from characters in Star Wars: The Clone Wars. At the lower half of the table sat the sophomores, named for various of the Marvel Comics X-Men. And at the foot sat the newly admitted members of the Tri-Sig pledge class, namesakes of the male crewmembers of Captain Jonathan Archer’s NX-01 USS Enterprise.

“Dues and expenses are up to date, and the cooking rotation is working out well. I’m not as happy with the house-cleaning, however. Master Ki-Adi, Captain Ohnaka, you’re the mentors for Trip and Hayes. They aren’t doing a good job; this place is starting to look slovenly. Straighten them out.”

The custom was that each junior was assigned a pledge to help along once they were admitted to membership. For the next two years, the mentors would guide their protégés along the pathways of the frat, teaching them Sigma customs and taking responsibility for them. Good work by the freshmen reflected favorably on the juniors; likewise, failure to perform or bad acts reflected badly. How one brought his protégé along counted for a great deal when the outgoing seniors selected the officers for the next year from amongst the juniors. The way Warwick had dealt with Jim Powell had had much to do with his being made president of the Kaplan chapter this year. The juniors named for a Jedi Master and a pirate captain glared at their charges with the silent promise they’d be ripped up one side and down the other for embarrassing them.

“Last item. The National Chapter has decided where the annual Spring Break trip will be. They’ve made a deal with a hotel in Manzanillo, on the southwest coast of Mexico. It’s a big tourist port best known for its fishing and snorkeling. However, a member of the National Chapter who has been there reports that the beaches are excellent and a lot of Mexican and Canadian girls are to be seen there; and there are clubs in the town and at a couple of the resort hotels. Plus which, if you like tequila it’s dirt cheap and because the cruise ships call there they have booze for sale to tourists for way below wholesale up here. Manzanillo hasn’t been ‘discovered’ and done to death the way Puerto Vallarta, Cancun and Acapulco have been. And being it’s so far south, it’s outside the drug cartel war zone on our southern border.

“If you’d like to go, a sign-up sheet is posted on the bulletin board by my door, along with the airfare and room costs. A 50% deposit is due the first of next month, and the balance a month later. If you aren’t paid in full a week before departure, you don’t go; and there will be no refunds except for illness or a genuine family emergency.

“Any questions? No? Then I declare this meeting closed.” He rapped the gavel. The brothers surged out of the dining room and up the stairs to Warwick’s room to read the flyer and cost breakdown sheets he’d posted, and to sign up for the trip.

An hour later, Jim’s concentration on the paper he was writing for his History of the Civil War class was broken by a knock on his door. A new brother stuck his head in.

“Professor X? The prez is looking for you.”

“Thank you, Brother Mayweather. My respects to Sir Warwick, and I will be along in a minute.” The freshman Tri-Sig looked at him oddly before he closed the door.

A few minutes later, Jim knocked on Peter Carlisle’s door on the second floor of the four story mansion. In the 1900s when the university had been founded in southern Dutchess County, the rich industrialist who had decided to be sure his not-overly-bright grandchildren had at least one college they could get into had taken over a failed seminary out in the sticks from New York City to be its campus. He also bought up the nearby summer places of New Yorkers who wanted country getaways in more fashionable areas; and in turn college fraternities (and later, sororities) purchased the mansions from his estate. The Tri-Sig chapter at Kaplan had been established just after World War I, and the brothers themselves had rebuilt the upper floors of their mansion into dorm rooms for the brethren and small suites for the officers. The principal difference was the suites on the second floor each had their own bathrooms, as opposed to communal baths on the upper floors where the rank and file brothers hung their hats. The frosh lived Bycasino under the eaves in what had been servants’ quarters back in the day, little changed from when the place had been built. The sophs and the juniors occupied the third floor, with a few lucky juniors on the second; the seniors had the larger rooms and suites on the second floor to call home. The first floor held the public rooms of the frat plus the dining room and the kitchen, while the basement had been converted into a private club and a laundry. It was generally conceded that the Sigma Sigma Sigma house had one of the better fraternity house layouts on campus.

“Come in!” Jim heard through the heavy door. He walked in and over to the walnut office desk where his mentor was working on something. Peter leaned back in his executive chair and looked at his charge.

“You asked to see me, milord?”

“Yes, Professor. Sit, sit, sit.” Jim sprawled into Warwick’s club chair as the chapter president looked him over. He was still the same gawky, awkward guy on the autism spectrum he’d first laid eyes on as a “legacy” the previous year, who usually looked past people rather than looking at them; was often unsure how to behave, especially around girls; and with the disconcerting habit of answering all questions honestly. He looked much better since Warwick had taken him in hand, guided him through buying a new wardrobe, ordering him to see a barber and a nail tech every two weeks without fail, and requiring him to read and be tested on a number of books on manners, but compared to the other Tri-Sigs he was still the resident geek. He frowned, unsure how to begin.

“I see you’ve signed up for Spring Break.”

“Yes,” Jim agreed, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. “Do you want me to pay for it now, Warwick? I have my credit cards right here …”

“That’s not why I asked you to come see me, Prof. I don’t know how to say this gently –”

“Then just say it, boss. You’ve always been straight with me.”

Warwick sighed. “Jim, are you really sure you want to do this? Don’t you remember when happened last year, when you went to Fort Lauderdale and all of the girls you met either wouldn’t talk to you or gave you a verbal smackdown? Remember that little Phi Mu who made a date to meet you at the Café Matorano on Seminole Way, never showed, and then claimed she thought you meant the other Café Matorano in downtown Lauderdale when you confronted her with it, right before she laughed in your face? After that bitch was done with you, you looked like a puppy that had had a tin can tied to its tail and been kicked down the street! You hardly talked to anybody after that, and you stayed in your room with the door locked. And when you did come out of your room, the only places you went were to the nearest fast food joints and the beach at night, when there was no one around.”

“Look on the bright side, boss. I had a wonderful meal and I got to watch the best bits of The Godfather while I was eating.”

“That’s not the point! Dammit, I just don’t want you hurt again.

“Look. I know you’re autistic, though not as bad as many, and you have a memory that is eidetic or near enough you need a magnifying glass to see the difference. But even with all the work your brothers and I have done with you, for all practical purposes you might as well be one of George Lucas’s droids when it comes to interacting with girls. Last spring break, you went down in flames in an American town where everyone speaks English. How do you think you’re going to cope in a resort city where they no habla Inglese?”

“Bastante bien. Yo hablo a español. Tenia cuatro años en la secundaria, y era miembro del Club Español.”

Warwick stared at him. “You speak Spanish?”

“Yes. Not like a native, of course, unless the native is from Castile. Castilian is kind of like High German compared to what they speak in Mexico, but even though I don’t really think in it I can generally make myself understood. Sometimes on the weekends I drive down to Spanish Harlem to buy papayas and mangoes, and eat in little restaurants just to listen to the people talking, people from Central America and Puerto Rico mostly. It keeps my ear in.”

“Well, that could help. Having a native-speaker may cause some girls from other colleges who are spring breaking to appreciate you more.”

“Besides, milord, I know very well girls look at me like I belong in a zoo. But I’m not going on a drunken pussy hunt the way everyone else is. Manzanillo is famous for its sportfishing, snorkeling and scuba diving. I qualified as a diver in high school, and there is a wreck in a bay north of the city that’s shallow enough for amateurs to try. It will be my first wreck dive. I expect to be so busy fishing and diving, I won’t miss the non-attention of the girls.” He did something he did not often do because he found it so difficult: he met Warwick’s eyes. The chapter president’s expression was somewhere between Bycasino giriş reluctance and acceptance.

“Well, if you’re sure, Prof. You want to make the deposit now?”

“No, I’ll pay the whole thing, milord.” Jim handed Warwick a black Amex card. He ran it though the card scanner he plugged into his cell phone and that was it: Jim Powell, known to his Tri-Sig brothers as Professor X, was going to Manzanillo.

That weekend, Jim drove home to the house he had inherited from his parents when he was fifteen. He walked into the kitchen and found his housekeeper Consuela and his cousin Fiona just sitting down to dinner. After being hugged by both of them, he joined them at the table. Dinner conversation consisted of catching up with each other. Both of them were astonished at his having signed up for the fraternity’s trip to Mexico, but for different reasons.

“Querido niño, do you not follow the news?” asked Consuela. “The State Department has issued travel warnings for Mexico!”

“Not for all of it, mi querida mami, and mostly just for the border region. Manzanillo is a tourist port on the Pacific side, down toward Guatemala. It’s almost a thousand miles south of the U.S. border. The narcoterrorists don’t bother with it because it’s on the wrong side of Mexico and too far south for smuggling to us. From what I have read, the drug of choice there is alcohol. They sell a lot of whiskey, rum, tequila and such to tourists off the cruise ships and Canadians who’ve flown in for the sun and fun. It seems more Canadians than Americans go there.”

“That’s as may be, Jimmy, but are you a slow learner or what?” asked Fiona. “You’ve gone on these trips before. Junior year with the Spanish Club to Spain; senior year to the Dominican Republic; last spring to Fort Lauderdale. In high school, the girls in your class treated you like shit – “

“Fiona Kilkerran, you mind your manners!” snapped Consuelo. “At home or not, ladies do not swear!”

“I’m sorry, mamacita,” said Fiona, momentarily abashed, “but you know I’m right. They went out of their way to embarrass and humiliate Jimmy, and their attitude poisoned any chance he might have had with the Spanish and Costa Rican girls, who are very aware of how the chicas yanqui treat their classmates and respond appropriately.

“That trip you made to Fort Lauderdale last year? You came home paler and unhappier than you left! You’d have had more fun if you’d taken the train down to New York City, checked into a hotel, and picked up some bimbo in a bar every night after you spent the day seeing the sights! And now you want to go to Mexico? Do you think your frat rat buddies are going to treat you any better this year than last? That the girls will magically think you’re a stud-muffin? Or are you just a glutton for punishment?”

“Fee, I am not going on this trip to meet a girl and drag her into bed. I settled that in my own mind before I went to Sir Warwick to sign up. You know I’m a ‘water baby.’ Manzanillo is a water sports resort. They have sportfishing, parasailing, water-skiing, snorkeling, personal watercraft, and scuba. There is a wreck, the steamer San Luciano, in the next bay north that’s shallow enough for snorkeling, and six or eight good dive sites are within easy reach. There is a lot more there than girls and booze, I assure you!”

“Well, when you put it that way,” said Fiona. Changing the subject, she went on, “Barton Comstock and I are meeting tomorrow morning to go over the books. You want to tag along, even though it’s not your turn?”

“I only came home to pick up my dive gear. I’d be happy to go to your meeting with you.” She smiled at him. She had had the usual home management courses in high school and had a sharp bullshit detector, but it was Jim who had taken accounting courses at the local community college after being declared an emancipated minor who could really read the accounts and understand what he was seeing.

Over the next two months, Jim practiced his scuba technique in the Kaplan University pools, in the big pool with the 10 meter dive platform by choice. The school’s swimmers and divers got used to seeing him at the bottom of the pool. After awhile, they even asked if he’d help them out by critiquing their entries into the water, which he was happy to do.

As Spring Break drew closer, the national chapter provided more information. The fraternity had chartered an Aeromexico 737 that would originate in New York with the northeastern brethren coming down by bus and the North Central Sigmas coming in on feeder flights from Chicago, Cleveland, Baltimore, and Pittsburgh before going on to Dallas – Fort Worth. There they would meet up with other flights with Tri-Sigs from the West Coast and the Southeast aboard before flying direct to Playa del Oro International outside Manzanillo. The flight time for the brothers flying out of New York would be about eight hours, but what with the stop at DFW to pick Bycasino güncel giriş up the ones flying in from all over, the duration would be more on the order of nine or ten hours. According to Warwick, the airline was loading three times the amount of booze they normally carried. Jim made a mental note to make sure his electronics were fully charged and that he had at least two books with which to pass the time.

Thanks to the fraternity’s connections with the Athletic Department (Warwick and Badger were wrestlers; Master Ki-Adi was a stand-out in track in the 100 meter and 400 meter dashes and the 4 x 100 and the 4 x 400 relays; and Anakin was the power hitter on the university’s baseball team), the Tri-Sigs were able to borrow one of the motor coaches normally used to transport the university teams to away games. They loaded their luggage into the cargo bays at eight o’clock in the morning and made the trip to the airport to endure the indignities involved with clearing security before they could board the chartered airliner and begin the trip to Manzanillo.

The flight to Dallas was reasonably quiet, but after the two additional streams of Tri-Sigs came aboard and the airplane crossed into Mexican airspace, the rules on drinking and smoking changed and things got rowdy. The one-class airliner was at about 95% capacity, and Jim was seated alone just ahead of the galley in a row considered undesirable because the seats did not recline far.

“Do you mind if I sit down?”

Jim looked up from his book, written in Spanish, to find one of the three stewardesses looking down at him with a winning smile.

“Please, sit, señorita,” he said in Spanish. She gracefully slid into the aisle seat next to him and sighed.

“You speak Spanish?” she asked in that language.

“After a fashion,” he said. “No one is going to mistake me for a native, I have to work at it, but I can generally make myself understood.”

She gestured to the book. “And you read it, I see.”

“Better than I speak it. My reading level is somewhere around the sixth or seventh grade; I still have trouble with colloquialisms and slang.”

She eased off her shoes, sighing with relief as the two inch heel pumps dropped to the floor. “I’m Graciana. Charter flights pay better than scheduled flights – we get a premium for taking them – but you never know what kind of passengers you’ll get. I’ve been propositioned half a dozen times, my buttocks have been slapped, and three rude bastards have grabbed my breasts since we started out. American manners seem to correspond directly to the level of liquor in the bar; the fewer bottles left, the lower the standard of behavior! It’s getting rowdy back there,” she gestured disdainfully with the jerk of a thumb. “I hope we land at Playa del Oro without my having to slap somebody.”

“The solution may be more liquor, not less, for the rude ones. They can’t hold as much as they think they can. A couple more drinks, and they will either pass out or dash to the bathroom to vomit their guts out.”

“I shouldn’t be bothering a gentleman like you with my problems.”

“Oh, it is my pleasure. I seldom have the company of a beautiful woman with whom to practice my Spanish.” Graciana and Jim conversed pleasantly and she accepted his offer of a foot massage gratefully. After a few minutes, she motioned to the book he had been studying before she had settled herself next to him.

“What are you reading?”

“A guide to the dive sites of Manzanillo. I figure that if I visit one a day, I can do the good ones while I’m there, with a couple of days left over for fishing.”

She looked at him. “Do you have a charter booked yet?”

“No.”

She took a pad of notepaper from the seat pouch in front of her. Producing a pen, she wrote a few lines, tore the sheet loose, and handed it to him.

“That’s the name and phone number of my cousin Emiliano. He is captain of the Ojo Grande, a charter boat in Manzanillo. He’s been doing this for 30 years and knows where the fish are.” Looking at Jim as she slipped back into her shoes, she fluttered her eyelashes like a fan and added, “The second phone number is my cell phone. I’ll be on vacation starting next week, and Emiliano has invited me to stay. Give me a call if you like. Who knows what might happen?” She got up and returned to the galley as a ping! announced someone wanted something. Jim raised his eyebrows in surprise before he carefully folded the paper and tucked it into his wallet, a bemused smile on his face.

At Playa del Oro, he left the airplane (with a wink and a squeeze of the hand from Graciana as he deplaned), retrieved his suitcase, fishing and dive gear bags from the luggage carousel and joined the queue going to the Plaza del Mar. Dumping his gear on the table in his single room, he changed into beach wear and went back out the door. The lights from the hotel dimly illuminated the beach and the water’s edge. Jim stood on the hard packed sand, feeling the waves wash over his feet, inhaling the clean salt air. Stepping out of his sandals, he set them above the high water mark, dropped his shirt on top of them, and waded into the Pacific for a swim.

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The following day was the same routine for Ashleigh, only now, she knew that Simon was aware she may be watching. So instead she found herself in the upstairs bedroom with a pair of binoculars. She felt like a pervert, but rather than making her feel disgusted with herself, it just turned her on all the more. From this angle and with the increased magnification she was even more hot under the collar as he clambered aboard the bike and set off. “Christ Ashleigh. If someone was watching you now. You are no better than a peeping Tom!” She left the binoculars on the window-ledge and moved away on slightly trembling legs, resisting the urge to play with herself. For the past few days, she had masturbated after each voyeuristic session, she knew she just had to stop before she rubbed herself to death!

Two hours later, Ashleigh was back in the kitchen, making another cup of tea, when Simon returned from his cycle ride. He had removed his top, due to the heat of the morning, his cycling shorts, like modern-day braces, had shoulder straps to keep them up, and as he stood his bike up, Simon slipped the straps from his shoulders and undid the zip at the front, allowing himself to cool down. Ashleigh moved into the shadows of the kitchen to watch. She had not seen him come back before and mentally registered the time, so that she could catch him again. Strangely thinking that there was nothing wrong about her ‘stalking’ behaviour.

Simon’s body glistened with sweat, his shorts had settled about the top of his hips, though Ashleigh was willing them to fall further. His hairless body rippled with muscular power. The flatness of his stomach made his waist seem tiny, in proportion with the large triangular shape of his torso. His skin, flawless in youth, a golden colour, radiated the warmth of the morning. Simon cooled himself down as he tended to his bike, before putting it away.

Ashleigh let out a breath. “Oh my God, that man is incredible.” The butterflies in her stomach had given rise to other feelings throughout her body. She looked down at her chest, not at all surprised that her nipples were showing through both bra and dress, sticking out large and hard enough to hang the washing on. Her crotch was filled with heat. The faint smell of her sex permeated through her little panties and filled the air with her pheromones. The very short summer dress that she wore, made touching herself too easy and as she turned from the window, she had almost immediately broken her vow of not playing with herself today as she found her fingers were already on her vulva, pushing her wet panties into her vagina. She reached her other hand down and pulled the damp material of the panty gusset to one side. “This has got to stop!” Ashleigh reprimanded herself, but then looked across at one of the kitchen chairs and immediately groaned; her resolve to resist her body’s needs crumbling in seconds.

She had never really noticed it before, but then why would any sane person think otherwise? Looking at the back of the chair, it had two up-right spindles on either end. And in her current state of heat, Ashleigh saw them as nothing less than phallic. She suddenly realised too, that they were of the perfect height and girth for her to… “Noooooo Ashleigh, this is not… oooohhh fuck… But I need…”

Her fingers were already slurping in her wetness, surprising herself that she needed release again so soon after her last session. But she was so turned on, more so than first thing when she saw Simon leave, and needed something more than a quick fingering to give her release this time. Raising her right leg and placing her bare foot upon the seat of the chair, she positioned herself over the spindle and began to slowly lower her dripping pussy towards it. Her brain, called to her to stop. This was madness, this was just not done to fawn so over her next-door neighbour’s son. But her body would not accept ‘no’ as an answer. It wanted and needed sex at its basic and most raw and it wanted it now.

She had not had sex with a man or woman, for over six years and it was obviously beginning to show. Ashleigh loved having sex, but thought she was not someone that needed it to survive. She had done without for so long, that she had felt masturbation was enough. Seeing Simon these past few weeks and especially today, she realised she needed to re-appraise that thinking and with a vengeance.

To give herself release once a day, every day, or sometimes twice on some days, was unheard of. In the past if she masturbated even twice in one week it was a rarity. But as she bent her knees and felt, as well as watched her vaginal lips being forced apart by wooden girth of the phallic shaped, chair spindle, she knew she had turned a corner there too, crossing a further line of depravity.

The four inches of spindle slipped easily into her wet pussy. She groaned as she watched her vagina consume the phallic object, until her clitoris, which was already prominent, came into contact Bycasino with the back-rest of the chair. That cold contact, sparked a fire that ignited her whole body. “Jesus Ashleigh, you horny bitch! Oh shit…oh, ummmm huh.” She raised herself and then plunged back down, fucking the chair for what it was worth. Her right hand, slide across the chair back and grasped the other four-inch phallus, fondling it intimately as if it were another erect phallus. In her mind, as she closed her eyes in pleasure, she was being serviced by two men. A fantasy that was more her ex-husbands than hers. In the early years of their marriage, he had often asked her if she wanted to have a threesome, MMF. Though he admitted he was just as open to MFF. Ashleigh had refused him, saying that he was more than enough. But maybe she had changed her mind on that too?

Now though, as she rode the chair onto orgasm, she fancied that she was being taken and abused by two men. Both looked like Simon, both had enormous cocks and both wanted her to come. Her left hand had strayed into the top of her dress and bra to her naked breast, playing absently with the enlarged swelling of her nipple. She flung back her head, biting her lip as her excitement increased. Her hair tumbled down her back and fell across her bare shoulders as she began to shake her head from side to side. “Yes, Simon fuck me. Oh God your cock is so sweet. Oh, my pussy is aching for it, fill me with your come. Oh yes, ohhhhhh, oh, huh, fuck, oh God!”

Ashleigh was now riding the chair frantically; her juices were trickling down the spindle. Her cunt was slurping with each dismount and re-mount, she could smell her scent now heavily in the air, the smell driving her on all the more. Her right hand had taken to wanking the other chair spindle as she wanted to bring all of them to orgasm at the same time. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as in her fantasy, she saw and felt the object in her hand ejaculating, as well as the one tightly inside her. Ashleigh cried out as she pushed down ruthlessly on her clitoris, ramming in onto the hard surface of the chair. Her fingers grasping her nipple and squeezing it through the thin material of the summer dress. Her breasts bouncing erotically as she fucked the last vestiges of orgasm from the four inches of wooden cock between her dripping lips. “Fuck me, fuck me…yes, yes…YES!”

With her final scream of ecstasy, came the ring on the front door bell. Ashleigh was in immediate shock. She quickly dismounted, in two minds as to whether she should answer the door, or leave it. The bell rang again. She knew at that moment, that whoever was at the front door, would have had to pass by the kitchen window to get to it. And had no doubt looked in as they had done so. To be greeted by a woman humping a chair, and playing with her breast. Her pleasure turned to acute embarrassment, then to self-loathing. As she approached the door, she could see the tall outline of a man and opened the door to find Simon standing there.

The young man didn’t need to say a thing. His face said it all. His hair was tussled and wet, he had obviously come over fresh from a shower. His face was bright red from his hair-line to his neck. ‘Oh my God,’ thought Ashleigh, ‘he saw everything!’ She realised in her haste to answer the front door, that she had not put her small panties back in place properly and with the object of her desires standing before her, she felt a little trickle of her juices running down her thigh. Her short summer dress would not hide it for long. Particularly as his eyes were already roaming her body, returning again and again to her very obvious, erect nipples.

“Simon”, she panted, still not having got her breath under control. “How nice to see you. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine thank you Mrs Clark. How are you?”

“Ashleigh, please call me Ashleigh. Mrs Clark sounds so formal, and we have known each other now for years.”

“Certainly Ashleigh,” he said with a wry smile. His flushing coming under control. “I popped round for a couple of things that I wanted to put to you.”

Ashleigh, still fresh from her orgasm and full of sex endorphins was more than willing to let him do anything with her that he wanted. She couldn’t stop the involuntary groan that escaped her lips, and tried unsuccessfully to make it sound like a cough. The trickle of her glossy vaginal fluid had now reached mid-thigh. She knew it must be visible and even if not, he must be able to smell her sex, as it was pungent and raw in the air about her. “Yes?” She enquired breathlessly, “What did you want to do with me. I meant for me…that is what did you want to discuss.” It was Ashleigh’s turn to flush fully, though it was difficult to notice as she was still covered in the full flush of her recent self-pleasure.

She was shaking a little, her eyes could not hold his and so she kept looking down, but in doing so, would lock onto his manhood, she would look away Bycasino giriş again, appearing somewhat furtive. It was rare for her not to be in control of a situation, rarer still for her not to be in control of her own body. She knew the reason for both and he was standing right before her. The fact that she felt like she was being visually stripped was really not helping.

“Are you ok Ashleigh? Look have I caught you at the wrong time? Do you want me to come at a more convenient time?”

“Ohhh…” Ashleigh gripped the door tightly. Her legs were feeling like rubber and Simon’s words, said in his deep masculine voice were just spurring her on.

“Ooooh, er, well. Well I was engaged in something.” She said desperately trying to pull herself together. “But what was it you wanted to say?”

“Well, I don’t know whether you noticed, but one of the adjoining fence panels in our back gardens has come down, and looking at the state of them and the posts, I would say they are up for replacement. Dad says that he will pay for half, if you can pay for half too, to get them repaired? If so, I will do the labour? The other thing was, I am going to tackle the facias at the front of our property, as it is adjacent to yours, would you like me to do yours too?”

“Oh God Simon, I would love for you to do mine!” The words spilled out of Ashleigh before she could stop them. “I haven’t had it done for years.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Simon said innocently stepping back to inspect Ashleigh’s facia. “Well if you are in agreement, I will be able to get on with it immediately, as I am off for the summer, then going on to university.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Ashleigh immediately thinking that she was going to be missing out on her daily treat. “To study what?”

“I’m studying art.”

“I was wondering if you would take that route,” said Ashleigh. “You really must show me some of your drawings some time.”

“Sure,” he said, “though I should warn you that a lot of what I have done in the last years at school is figure work. You know nudes and studies of various detailed body parts. You might find some of it a little shocking.”

“Oh, I think I’ll manage. I am a woman of the world you know.”

“Well, I must be getting on. I’ll come and grab you again, if you don’t mind, when I need to discuss what colour to paint your facia.”

‘Ohhhhh fuck Simon, you can grab me anytime you want.’ Ashleigh thought to herself. But replied meekly “Sure thing.”

“Bye then.” He turned and left.

Ashleigh looked down at herself and saw that the rivulets of her come had reached her knee. She was disgusted with herself, but so incredibly turned on at the same time. She nipped to the toilet and cleaned herself up, then sat on the same kitchen chair, opened her legs wide and finished herself off. One orgasm was not going to suffice. Knowing that the man of her fantasies had seen her screwing herself on the chair back, just made her twice as horny as she was whilst doing it.

The next day, having watched her early morning pick-me-up. Ashleigh had a shower and a quick breakfast, before nipping out to the shops. She wanted to look for some colours for the facia and to grab some undercoat too, because it was her intention get Simon to do her back facias as well. The thought of that made her weak at the knees. She also wanted a wood stain for her fence, rather than a dull brown colour. And finally, could not resist getting a more revealing bikini set.

As she walked back into her house and deposited the paints by her patio doors, she noted that Simon had already been hard at work. He had not only removed the rotten fence panels, but many of the posts too and had dug some of the holes for the new posts. As she stepped out onto the patio, he carried four posts round from the front and dropped them on the ground.

He was wearing some knee-length shorts, which had an assortment of pockets for his tools, some work boots, but very little else. His body glistened with the sweat produced by his efforts. But Ashleigh saw the ease with which he handled himself and the job in hand. She knew that he could do this sort of thing all day long, not being the worse for it either.

Ashleigh stared at him in utter worshipfulness. Thinking that his body must have had some lineage to the model for Michelangelo’s David. Of perhaps he was formed by the Gods, another Ares or Apollo? The young man’s back was facing her, his narrow waist and pronounced Latissimus dorsi, Teres and Trapezius muscle groups, gave the teenager a profound triangular definition to his back, which at the moment as he was digging, had Ashleigh standing with her mouth open. She could not help herself from getting out her phone and recording the young man at his back-breaking task. Her breathing had become erratic and she could tell without looking that her light jumper would be showing the signs or her arousal, as her nipples were just about at full turgid Bycasino güncel giriş erection.

She stopped before he turned and noticed what she was doing, and went into the house to change. Dropping her tight leggings and removing her jumper, she elected for a tight summer dress, with bodice like top section, but flowing skirt that settled just about her knees. It was an off the shoulder item, and as she buttoned it up, she realised her bra straps would ruin the effect. Rather than getting one of her strapless bras, she elected to just remove the one she was wearing.

Her nipples when released, seemed to expand all the more. The three-quarter inch nubs of hard flesh delighting at being let out to play. Ashleigh tutted at this open display of her arousal, but smiled at the same time, knowing that Simon would also be very well aware of them. Leaving the final few buttons undone, to better display her cleavage, Ashleigh slipped on some flat shoes and headed back outside, via the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of chilled lagers and went back into the garden.

Simon was sitting on the pile of fence posts taking a breather, when he saw Ashleigh coming over to him. He noted how the sun played upon her long flowing locks of hair, tinging it with shades of gold. It also made her little summer dress transparent in places and seemed to emphasise her curves and humps and particularly her two bumps! Her lustrous hair, fell about her shoulders in swathes of black. Her deep-red lipstick contrasting on her tanned beautiful face. He took several mental snap-shots in his artist’s almost photographic memory. He would capture those images later, playing with the sun and the material of her dress. She walked to him smiling and he tried his very best not to stare at those two large swellings upon her ample breasts, erections which she must be aware, were very prominent.

“Hi Simon,” she breathed. “Guessed in this heat you could do with a lager?”

“That is very thoughtful, thank you Ashleigh.” Simon found himself croaking a little, his eyes kept flicking to her breasts and back to her face, where she wore a knowing smile.

As she passed the bottle to Simon and he took a large gulp, Ashleigh watched a little dribble of the condensation on the bottle drop to his chest, and her eyes locked upon it as it took its complicated journey over his ridges and vales of musculature, to eventually disappear into his shorts. How she longed to be that drop of condensation.

“Wow, looks like you needed that, do you fancy another? Or something else maybe?”

The inflection in her voice was lost on Simon. “No thank you. It will make me drowsy and I’ve plenty to be getting on with.”

“You certainly don’t waste your time getting down to it do you?” Ashleigh’s words appeared to be about removing the fence, but inferred so much more; as she intended them to.

“Err…”

“You have done a great job so far; it looks like hot work?” She emphasised the word ‘hot’ and allowed her eyes to survey his body lazily. “You’re in very good shape Simon, do you go to the gym?”

Simon noted her hungry eyes and felt immediately embarrassed and naked under her gaze. “Er yeah, a couple of times a week. Um, I need a decision on the type of panel that you want me to put in.” He said quickly changing the subject so that he felt less awkward. “Whether you want to replace like with like, or go for something different. Have you got any ideas?” He could not stop his eyes from locking onto her breasts, no matter how he tried. Her large erections, sitting on those ripe, plump mounds were magnetic.

“Oh I certainly do…” Ashleigh was getting turned on watching this young man squirm under her gaze and she was getting more and more blatant about letting him know too. She saw his eyes constantly flicking to her girls and back to her face. Her nipples were painfully erect and she knew her panties were already getting wet. This young man was having such a profound effect on her body that she had not felt in years and she found it completely intoxicating. Subconsciously she had made a decision to do something about it too, but the ‘how and when’ were still an issue. “When do you need to know by Simon, I’ll have a think. Do you want me to get them or just let you know?”

“Just let me know. I have a friend that gets them in, he does them at a cheap rate for me.”

Ashleigh was beginning to shake a little under Simon’s intense gaze. “OK. To be honest, you could just get them. I’m sure you will do a better job of picking than me. The only thing is, I want a half panel and half trellis look, if that is ok with you and your parents?”

“Yeah, they are hardly in the garden, it is mostly just me anyway.”

Ashleigh knew that well, hence deciding on a panel where both gardens could easily be looked into. “Well, I’ll let you get on, shall I?” She wanted him to say something like ‘No I’ve decided to fuck you instead.’ Or, ‘Let’s go up to your bedroom.’ But Ashleigh knew from this shy young man, this was just plain fantasy.

“Look,” he said with a little flutter in his voice, “If you want to do some more sun-bathing and want the privacy, I can finish for now. It is getting a little hot for doing this kind of stuff anyway?”

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Hey all, this is a little one-shot with the lovey Justine-not my creation, though you’ve seen her by her creator’s request before in The Operative Part IV. And yes, yes, it’s a fan’s request for some pretty serious wish-fulfillment…but hey, everyone wants their wishes fulfilled from time-to-time, right?

I’ve got lots of stuff in the works, but I’m trying to pace my releases here so I can keep new stories steady instead of giving you long gaps. I hope this tides you over until the next one! As usual, all comments, questions, and other communication encouraged via the information in my Contacts page here.

*****

There is, unfortunately, one part of being a model that is a real snore, and that’s marketing meetings. You go in and wiggle a little while a half-dozen men in suits stand around and talk about you like the piece of meat you are. I know I shouldn’t complain, there are women out there who would kill for my success and can’t have it because they haven’t been graced with naturally blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, a mega-curvaceous 5’10”, but still, a snoozefest is a snoozefest.

I think the worst part is that businessmen all think they’re just *so* impressive! Every meeting I get the numbers of all the single guys and at least half the married ones. And those are the good meetings; at the bad ones I get my ass felt up or a dick whipped out on me without warning. I’m possibly the sexually free-est woman on earth and they still manage to find ways to make even me angry!

I checked out my reflection in the mirrored glass of the tall skyscraper before I stepped inside. I was dressed in a way that for me at least, was quite conservative. A powder-blue power-suit with big shoulders and a medium-length black skirt. Of course not top on me is perfectly modest; it just isn’t possible with my jaw-dropping measurements. In this case, the suit was barely buttoned in the front around my mammoth assets and the black white camisole beneath was so strained by my bosom it looked like I was wearing something more like a bustier, but the push-up effect was just a result of my size.

I checked the appointment card and saw that the meeting was going to be all the way at the top of the building, the fiftieth floor. That wasn’t a good sign; nothing makes men feel more entitled to be jackasses than a pretty view, like we’re supposed to get dripping wet for them because we’re high in the air. Ah well, what’s the worst that could happen? I pushed the button on the elevator and started to cruise on up.

It was a quick elevator at least, and only stopped once on the 47th floor, admitting a young, beleaguered looking man who was staring intently at a device I didn’t recognize, though it looked a little like a calculator. We road wordlessly along when suddenly the elevator gave an alarming lurch, throwing us both to the right for a moment, me smooshing the short man right in the side of his head with my rack.

We separated and he was blushing a deep red, eyes darting to my tits and then to the floor and back again.

“I”m sorry, miss.” He murmured.

“It’s fine,” I said waving it away. The poor thing was shaking!

He went to the control panel and tapped at it experimentally in a few different places.

“Hm. Totally locked up,” he frowned and then pulled the handle marked with a phone. It didn’t budge. “What the Hell!?” he pulled a bit more frantically, and then took a step back to cross his arms.

“What kind of genius locks the emergency phone box?” I mused.

“I know, right? Geeze. I guess we could be here a while.” He fidgeted a bit, pulling the thick-rimmed black framed glasses from his face and polishing at it with this shirt.

“Well, might as well get to know each other, hon. I’m Justine. What’s your name?”

“Justine Thorsendottir!? You can’t be serious!” he stiffened up in what was probably more ways than one. I was getting a lot of that these days; one of my most recent campaigns had been for XXO lingerie so a larger part of the public had now seen me in a bra, which for some strange reason got me a lot of attention.

I smirked and undid the sport coat a bit, arching my back so more of my expansive bust showed.

“Holy shit, it IS you! I’ve seen…erm, I mean, ahb-bwuh–That is to say I…”

I laughed, jiggling undeliberately but impressively nevertheless, “Alright hon, you’ve seen me in my underwear from the ad campaign. Only fair that I get to see you in yours.”

“Wh-what!?” he dropped his device with a clatter, then shoved it into one corner with his foot, “I don’t think you’d enjoy the view as much as I am,” he managed to get out. In a player’s hands the line might have been kind of smooth, and it was definitely a little funny, but when he said it sweat beaded on his brow and he trembled like a leaf.

Then, to my shock he actually began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a shockingly smooth chest without much contour to it at all. His pecs were almost totally flat and gave way to a stomach that had almost no fat at all. Bycasino He didn’t have abs exactly, but you could at least see some of the tracing lines of where they’d be if he worked out a little. Still, I couldn’t decide if it was less likely that this guy had ever seen a gym or a pussy.

At least I could fix one of those.

“Very nice!” I said encouragingly. He wasn’t my type maybe, but everyone deserves to love themselves, right?

“Uh-th-thanks. Should I keep going?” He rested his hands near the belt that held up his ugly gray slacks.

“I’d say it’s my turn first,” I responded, unclasping the skirt and letting it drop. My heels clicked when I stepped out of it; now I was truly down to just underwear and shoes before him.

“Oh wow,” he said, voice cracking mightily.

“Just think, it cost XXO Incorporated a quarter of a million dollars to get me in this little clothing and you’re getting it for free.”

He whimpered a silent pray to every god that there ever was I think, then simply said, “Thank you.”

“So what’s your name, hon?”

“Eddie,” he squeaked.

“Eddie, you need to relax, I won’t bite. Just think back to the first time you made love and focus on that.”

Eddie closed his eyes and flushed even deeper. I studied him carefully, “Is it helping?”

He opened his eyes a little and shook his head. He spoke so quietly then if we hadn’t been sharing a tiny elevator I’d have never heard him, “I haven’t had a first time yet.”

My jaw dropped, “Well Eddie… we have time to kill, and you know what?”

“What?” he asked, blinking.

“There’s a first time for everything. You’ve never made love to a woman, and I’ve never made love on an elevator, so we’re both virgins here.”

“WE’RE MAKING LOVE!?” he was loud and in total shock, so much so that I cringed slightly.

“Yes! It will be good for me to work out some tension before I have to meet with the marketing assholes.”

He snickered a little, “Oh I know, right? Those guys are the fucking worst!”

I moved close and lazily started to unclasp his belt for him, “Why don’t you like them?” I asked.

“I thought I’d left the bullies back in high school, but every time one of those pricks needs me to look at his computer or something they do this nasal impression of my voice, ask me if I play dungeons and dragons, shit like that.”

“I’m not surprised, I think it takes a real sociopath to work in that career.”

“What really hurts is that I do. Play it I mean.”

I giggled a little, finally getting the pesky belt undone and started attacking the button of his fly, “Nothing to be ashamed of, hon. Don’t let them make you feel like it is.”

“Just once I’d like to have something over on them.”

I grabbed his chin, tilting his face up from self-pity and into eye-contact with me.

“Eddie baby, look at me. You want something on them? Justine Thorsendottir is about to suck your cock. Feel ashamed now?”

His jaw dropped as I dropped to my knees, taking his pants down with me. He really was a nerd, right down to the underwear, which was a pair of cotton tightie whities. Still, poor fashion choice aside, the basket of his crotch looked quite amply stuffed full and I lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh my!” my hand went to cup the heaviness bundled there; it was all him, a semi-soft coil of cock with a meaty pair of fat nuts beneath. “Eddie! I bet you have more penis here than any two of those idiots put together!” I wasn’t just flattering him for the sake of his confidence; the guy just had a pretty big dick. Huge by most standards really, though my experience has brought me so many men of extraordinary size and beyond that I couldn’t put him quite in my top ten. Still, he was the number one with a bullet in this elevator!

I reached back to unclasp my pesky bra and let the O-cups drops and sway free. The look on his face was priceless, a whole mind shattered and rebuilt just from one glance at my humongous naked tits. I arched my back a bit to make them sway, loving the way his eyeballs followed along.

“Your turn!” I said.

Sheepishly, his hands went to his waistband and he began to peel the briefs down.

“Ah ah! With CONFIDENCE now! You’ve got a huge fat cock you’re showing off to me for the first time! You should be proud of it!”

He blushed, but changed his grip to a single hand in the middle of the garment, YANKING It right down so that the big semi-soft dick could properly bounce free. I wrapped a hand right around that meat and gave it a firm, friendly squeeze.

“Not hard? Honey, there are boys in Holland half a world away looking at me in a magazine spread and beating off to it! Why are you still soft?”

He blushed deeper, and might have even wilted a little in my hand, “No, you’re the hottest woman on earth, of course, I just…I’m so nervous. Also I find that when I let these dreams get to the good part I end up having to clean my sheets.”

I smirked and shook my head, he was a tough one Bycasino giriş to be sure.

“Nothing to be nervous about, this is just you and me. I just want to have some fun because being stuck in an elevator is boring. There’s no pressure to perform, here. More importantly, this is not a dream. Wanna see something neat?”

“Uh, sure?” he said, noticeably no less tense.

I leaned forward and give one of his big balls a lick as I held the cock above clear. He groaned in shock and closed his eyes as I moved to give the second a lick as well. Then I opened wide and sucked both big boys into my big mouth, rolling them around together, tongue-lashing them, working my jaw to bobble and bounce them in my hot slobber. I was rewarded for my efforts, feeling the soft dick in my hand start to fatten up a little. I pulled back to give each ball some more individual looking, slurping nastily on them when the impulse struck me.

I looked up at him, “You just had your balls in Justine Thorsendottir’s mouth. How does that make you feel?”

“Good,” he confessed.

“That’s an experience you had. You get to have had it for the rest of your life. The next time anyone gives you shit about anything, you know what I want you to stop and remember?”

“That I’ve had my balls in Justine Thorsendottir’s mouth?” His voice cracked a little, it was cute.

“Yes. ‘and then she sucked my big cock and let me cum all over those world-famous tits’.”

“Wait, she did?” He blinked.

Then I had his dick in mouth, Lips pulling and tugging at different parts of his anatomy as I worked diligently to keep the growth streak going. It wasn’t hard (well it was after a bit of work) and I toyed with him in as many ways I could think with, my tongue flapping up and down on his head or swirling around it, my lips chewing on the base of his shaft, my hands smooshing his nutsack up against my chin and cheeks as I drooled all over them, my tits grinding against his thighs.

Finally he got hard enough to be the smallest of challenges and I pulled back to admire my handiwork.

“Ooo, Eddie! You’re a shower AND a grower! Look at this thing!” I seized it by the base and thumped its bulk against my left tit a few times, leaving streaks of slobber across the huge melon. By my estimate he was just a hair over nine inches with a prominent fat, cockhead and the thing was as girthy as a beer bottle’s base.

“I’m sure it’s nothing special,” he groaned as I pumped it in a fist to cut him off.

“You’re dead wrong, Eddie. There are women who would kill to get a cuntful of this!”

“You don’t have to kill anyone!” he groaned as I bent my head back down to take his cock back inside. Now at it’s full hardness I was conscious of the extra effort I had to make to hold my jaws wide enough to take him all the way. I let my famous tongue roll out of my mouth then, slithering around his shaft like a snake climbing a tree, the tip flicking across his balls with surprising strength for how far it was extended, I could see the pair sway in their sack with every affectionate lap at them.

Meanwhile I worked that cock into my throat, gurgling just a tiny bit as he hit my throat. A younger me might have had trouble with such a fat one, but I had a lot of experience by now and I swallowed him down with minimal trouble, my fat lips chasing my long tongue down to where it was juggling his testes.

“OH GOD!” he cried in obviously overwhelmed pleasure, his hands coming to rest gently on my head. I reached up and palmed his slobbery sack, pushing his big nuts up against my lips and tongue as I bobbed just a little, working only a couple of inches in and out over and over.

“Oh no! Careful Justine, I might…I..I—!”

I pulled back so just his cockhead was in my mouth, expertly kneading his nutsack as it bucked and pumped wad after wad of sweet cream onto my tongue.

“Oh no, oh I’m so, sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

I kept jerking on him with a hand until his orgasm had subsided, then I looked up at him with a wink and opened to show him the whole of his load gathered there. His mouth opened too in some sort of lust-filled shock, then I closed up and swallowed with a loud gulp, licking my lips and grinning.

“Delicious, dearie. Think you have more?”

“I… I don’t know, honestly. That was amazing.”

“Well, let’s find out. First let me get you cleaned up!” He slid down into a sitting position against the door, totally unsure what to make of me as I crawled on my hands and knees, horny ass swaying in the air as my tits swept the floor, lowing my head into his lap. This time I let my tongue do all the work, lavishly cleaning every drop of his spunk from his semi-soft dick and big balls, the latter still a bit tight in their sack from the orgasm. By the time I was done polishing them and had given his cock another round of the same it was slowly growing again and that sack had loosened right up.

Then I arched my back up, putting the huge tits right in front Bycasino güncel giriş of him, “Now then, while we’re waiting for beast to be ready to rejoin the party, why don’t you devour my tits?”

It wasn’t really a question, which he clearly got since he just dived right in. Oh in some ways it was awful! He had no sense of timing or sensuality, just a carnivorous hungry NEED that he was fulfilling by lewdly smacking his lips and tongue all over my famous rack. There was no rhyme or reason to when he would attack a nipple or switch which breast he was working on, only hungry wolf-like smacks of his mouth as he went.

But even though the technical skill wasn’t there, there was something glorious about just how enthusiastic he was. He wasn’t really trying to impress me, he clearly just worshipped my boobs and wanted to lavish all the attention on them he could while I was letting him; there was something really refreshing about it. I wrapped the huge pair around his head before he was done and just sort of crushed his cheeks with them, letting him experience the fully glory of warm softness that I could offer.

When I finally pulled back so he could breathe and admire the slobbery sheen he’d left all over my mammoral mountains, I could see that he was rock hard again.

“There we go!” I gave his cock a single fond tug before dropping down to wrap my boobs around it. My tits are so big, even a man his size could simply fuck them straight on. Of course this deprived me of the pleasure of getting to lick at his head, but he clearly didn’t care, at least not judging from the way he pumped his hips and brought his face close to mine.

Silly boy! He was bashful about kissing me even after I’d sucked his beefy cock and drank a ballsack-full of his cum! I leaned in and kissed him possessively, really nibbling his lips and spearing his mouth with my tongue. He melted into it, only thrusting faster and faster between my boobs. Once the kiss hand broken I pulled back and turned to roll on my back, forcing my tits together for him to fuck from the top now.

He attacked them no less eagerly than he had before, shoving that big brutal beef-pole down between them, the new angle making his dangling orbs dance all over my face, smacking gently against the bridge of nose as he thrust in and dragging along my jaw and lips on the way back. Of course I angled my head and parted my lips, licking and sucking at them wherever I could, savoring the manly flavor as I worshipped away.

Then I decided to blow his mind with the impossible like only I could. As he porked my pillows I slithered out my endless tongue, gliding them across those balls one last time before letting them coil around his cock, literally jacking him with my tongue even as he fucked my tits. My hands were not idle and I reached down to play with myself as he pumped and bucked, flicking fingers expertly across my clit in time to his strokes, loving the horny whimpers that escaped his lips with every stroke.

I let my tongue retreat so I could speak, “Do like I told you before…” I said, “Unleash that jizz all over my famous titties.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that and pulled back, not even needing to jerk himself as he spewed forth with shot after shot of boiling white seed. I was impressed that he seemed to put out even more this time than the first, his seed doing a pretty impressive job working towards the impossible task of truly coating my tits.

“Oh Eddie! You are really something!” I cooed, pushing my boobs together and rubbing them around a little, really soaking in his payload.

He gasped for breath, sitting again a bit quickly, “Justine, I, I don’t know I what to say!”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just look at me! Look what your big cum-cannon did all over my boobs! Savor it! Remember this!”

He opened his eyes wide and nodded, mentally locking in every visual morsel.

“Anything left in the tanks?” I asked.

“I…I don’t know.” he shrugged, clearly wanting to go on, but inconfident that he could. I considered rimming him out, but realized that this was already an overwhelming experience and that would probably blow his poor virginal mind.

I decided to go for a less orthodox tactic instead, once again crawling towards him, not caring where my tits dribbled his load, seizing his semi in a palm.

“I’m going to do something a bit demeaning to myself,” I warned him, “It’s not a submissive thing, I’ve just found that impact can be a useful way to wake a dick up after a prolonged session.”

Of course this session was not really prolonged in my book; he was young and a bit overcome so I’d finished him off quickly both times, but I planned to enjoy this next round as long as whoever would be trying to save us could allow for.

“Impact?” he asked, confused.

But then I was slapping myself with his cock, just really wailing away with the heavy, soft organ, letting it explode wetly against my cheeks, over and over, spanking it against my forehead, giving my jaw a little of the same treatment. Then I slapped it against my tits, not gently like before, big hearty smacks that really knocked the big girls around.

“Holy fuck!” he gasped, clearly loving the sensation of it all.

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This is a fictional story.

*

Jay and Mike were sitting in their freshman dorm room on Thursday night studying but also thinking about the weekend ahead. It was October 26th and both were planning on staying at college for the weekend.

“We got to find a way to meet some more of the woman downstairs,” Mike said.

“Yeah…but how do we accomplish that,” Jay asked?

“I don’t know but what good are coed dorms if ya can’t meet the women on the other floor?” Mike asked hoping to find a way.

“Ya got a point there,” Jay agreed.

Both guys had been studying pretty hard since getting to college back in August and really wanted a break. Sure wrestling practice had started but that was not the only diversion the guys were looking for. The beer parties the frats were throwing to lure pledges were fun but not the best way to meet women they had found. At least they had not been so far.

“Hey, this is the weekend before Halloween. Maybe we should get with the other guys on the floor and invited the girls up to go trick or treating from door to door for candy,” Jay said.

“What…and we dress up in costumes? Is that what you are thinking?” Mike asked to make sure he understood but also maybe contributing to the idea.

“Yeah, we can throw something together that won’t cost a ton of money,” Jay responded.

“Not bad…not bad, but do ya think the girls will actually go for that idea,” Mike asked?

“Why not? Chicks like candy. They would probably go for it,” Jay thought.

“Would they be required to dress up too?” Mike wanted to know.

“Good point, that is how it is suppose to work, huh? More so than us dressing up as the candy givers,” Jay agreed.

“Yeah, I bet we’d have a hard time convincing the girls to prepare costumes on such short notice. How the hell would we get the word out so quick anyway that they needed to have a costume by Saturday or Sunday,” Mike stated.

“You’re bumming me out man! Ya don’t think this idea will work,” Jay asked?

“I think we might have a hard time convincing the other guys too. They are not going to shell out cash for candy not being sure how many girls might actually come,” Mike added. “If we make costumes a requirement, we might only get a few women.”

“Yeah…ya got a point there too. But I still think it is a good concept using Halloween. We just need to come up with a better idea,” Jay said.

The guys gave up for a while and went back to studying. Unfortunately, they both had a hard time with their work preferring to think more about the weekend.

“Hey, what about we construct a fun house or haunted house? We could decorate the floor and some of the rooms into a haunted house. Then we could invite the women up for a walk through.” Jay proposed liking the idea as he pieced it together.

“Hum…that is not bad. But wouldn’t it cost us a ton,” Mike asked?

“I think we could do it on the cheap,” Jay said. “Haunted Houses are all about the darkness. We just need to cover the windows with blankets and get some scary masks,” Jay added.

“Yeah…we could start them down by the stairs and finish by leading them down the back stairwell. If we can get them screaming, it will sound so like they are being murdered in that echo chamber of a stairwell.” Mike said warming to the idea.

“God, your right! People will be able to hear that throughout the building,” Jay laughed.

“Yeah…I like this idea but can we really make it look good. If it is lame, they won’t go for it,” Mike said.

“Let’s ask the other guys. We will need their help so we better get them involved and on board first,” Jay said.

“Good thought!” Mike agreed.

They put down their books and walked out into the hall. They shared the last room at the end of the hall where the emergency back staircase was. The bathroom for the floor was across the hall from them. They walked up the hall stopping in a couple rooms and asking the guys they found to meet in Andy’s room. Andy’s room was about half way up the hall.

When five other guys were gathered in the room, Jay and Mike sketched out their plan. The other guys were all for doing something except Jon. He planned to go home for the weekend. He usually did with a girlfriend still back home. He also only lived about an hour away. The rest were staying and up for something. They liked the haunted house idea and even volunteered some ideas.

They all agreed the first thing was to decide how much this haunted house might cost them. Jon had a car on campus and agreed to take Jay and Mike to some stores to check out what the decorations and costumes might cost to buy or rent. He also said he had several great masks at home. If he could get his mom to express mail them, they could use them for the weekend.

The guys talked some more about how they would lay out the haunted house. It was agreed one guy would have to lead each girl through one at a time. They would start at the main stairwell and then come down the hall. The hall would be dark and decorated Fast link with cobwebs, spiders and other scary things. They would also put furniture covered in dark blankets and stuff in the way so it would be much harder to navigate through in the dark than just a straight walk down the hall.

From as many side rooms as they could they would have various monsters in costumes and masks jump out to frighten the girls. They would lead them down the hall and into the bathroom as that was by far the biggest room. The girls would have to run a gauntlet of monsters and obstacles in there before they could make the complete circuit and exit. As they exited the bathroom, the monsters from two of the last rooms and from Jay and Mike’s room would be waiting. They would all jump out and surround, the hopefully by then frighten girl, for one last major scare. The stairwell door would be left cracked a slight bit allowing a thin line of light and showing them the exit path. They hoped to have the girls screaming bloody murder by the time they hit the stairwell door and down the steps back to their floor.

Ralph and Andy were definitely up for it. They set about recruiting others as Jon, Jay, and Mike headed out to check on decorations and costs. They had agreed signs would be used and posted on the girl’s bulletin board and all over the halls to announce the haunted house for Saturday. The guys hoped to get some idea of how the girls felt about the idea before sinking any money into it.

By the close of classes on Friday, things were coming together big time. The hurried up signs printed off someone’s computer using scary graphics had seemed to work. Rumor had it the girls were up for it, even excited by the idea.

Ten more guys from the hall had agreed to help and participate. Naturally, some of the guys thought it wouldn’t work. Others had other plans or were going away. The guys felt they could pull it off with fourteen of them involved. Twenty bucks a piece, would give them $280 for decorations and masks. They had discovered rentals would be too expensive except maybe one or two for the big finale at the end or in the bathroom. The decorations they had found fairly cheap if they bought in bulk. One of the store owners agreed to sell them spider webbing cheap if they bought a whole case which they did.

The guys all gave up their Friday night to decorate the hall and the bathroom. The biggest project was covering all the doors and windows to make the place as dark as night. The guy walking the girls through would have a flashlight, from Jon’s car, to lead the girls along and to flash on the monsters faces.

The guys worked till one o’clock. Aided by a couple cases of beer they put all the decorations up and worked on their costumes. Going to the costume store had given them many ideas to incorporate with the masks that arrived from Jon’s house. They had mummies and werewolves. They have people with knives and axes stuck in their heads and looking like zombies. The guys worked hard but in the end, even they had to admit the place looked scary and they even knew what to expect.

Mike won the shortest straw pick and got to be the guy leading the girls first. They did agree to switch two or three times so more guys would get a chance to lead the girls. It was the part everyone wanted. The time was set for 2:00 in the afternoon to begin. The guys figured it would take close to five minutes each to get the girls through the haunted house and down the stairs before they could start again. That meant they could handle twelve girls and hour. Word had spread to some of the other dorms too so the guys were hoping for forty to fifty women potentially. Guys were not allowed to go through. They did not want some drunken asshole tearing the place apart.

By 1:00, the guys were getting into their costumes and putting the finishing touches to the haunted house. They had some beer and snacks in one room which was not part of the course. The plan was for a few breaks during the day. At 2:00, they were ready to go. Mike walked back to make sure everything was ready.

“You guys set,” he asked the monsters at the end of the haunted house run.

“Yeah…we are ready to go,” Andy said dressed as a mummy complete with strips of ripped white bed sheets and a great mask.

“We’re good,” Jay said. “How many takers we got to start?” He asked dressed as a werewolf in a suit? The mask was incredible.

“Only four so far,” Mike said. “But they tell me the other girls are waiting for reports from them on how it is. If it’s good the line will grow they assure me. They say some girls are even to scare to come,” he added smiling.

“Well, let’s scare the clothes right off them,” Ralph laughed.

Mike returned to the front. A cell phone would be used to signal when a run was done and the next could begin. When Mike reached the front, he called back if they were ready. They were.

The first four girls Mike had not known before so their plan of meeting new girls was working, for him anyway. Sarah fast links was the first to go. She was talking tough like she loved haunted houses but rarely found them to scary.

“Okay, ya ready to go,” Mike asked Sarah taking her hand.

“Yeah…bring it on,” Sarah boasted laughing. The other girls cheered her on and Mike noticed two more coming up the steps to join the end of the line.

“I’ll lead ya through the first part with the flashlight. About half way, I will be behind ya but I will point the light towards the path, once in a while anyway,” he joked.

Mike led forward holding Sarah’s hand. Sarah was cute and looked to have a great athletic body. He hoped to get to know her better. At least these were his thoughts as they made their way into the darkness and the hanging cobwebs.

Sarah seemed fine and did not seem at all nervous or scared by the hanging spiders, skeletons, and unseen obstacles. They wound their way through the maze using the flashlight like a pointer. When they approached the mid-point Mike moved behind Sarah but pointed the flashlight forward. Twice he flashed it quickly on her tight jean clad butt when she bent to avoid the hanging cobwebs. Nice ass he thought just as they got to the first real scare.

Out of a side room jumped one of the zombies with and ax buried in his head and blood everywhere. He howled as he got to within two feet of Sarah before he backed off and she moved forward. Mike still had her hand and thought he felt a noticeable tightening of her grip. She did not scream or make a sound though.

No sooner were they beyond the first zombie than another emerged from a room on the opposite side of the hall. Sarah squealed slightly this time as the zombie confronted her and then withdrew. Wow, these guys are really acting their parts good Mike thought. They had barely had time for any walk throughs before they started. Most of it they were winging.

Mike pointed the way forward with the flashlight.

“How’re ya doing Sarah?” He asked grinning. Her hand was definitely tighter on his.

“Oh fine,” she said weakly.

They wound their way over some obstacles that actually required some crawling and then stepping over and for a second they had to break hands. Mike was wondering briefly if he should take her hand again when Sarah reached back for him providing his answer. He smiled to himself in the darkness.

He shown the flashlight forward and Sarah tentatively moved forward. As the proceeded, several more zombies and werewolves jumped out to frighten Sarah. When two jumped out at once she actually screamed briefly. As they passed the guys squirted Sarah with crazy string from an aerosol can. In the darkness it felt like cobwebs or bugs landing on her and she yelped and hurried forward.

When they finally got to the bathroom, Mike pointed the way in with the light. The path would take the girls clockwise in a circle around the bathroom walls. The light bulbs were all out except for two replaced by black lights. As they moved forward with Sarah in the lead, monsters jumped out from shower stalls and from behind walls. Sarah screamed at least twice. The guys had rigged a shower to shoot a warm mist of water over the path and Sarah screamed again as she passed through the spray in the near darkness. Sarah was pulling Mike along searching frantically for the bathroom door. Mike could tell she wanted out of the bathroom bad. When she finally made it through and spotted the door back out, she pulled him hard towards it.

Poor Sarah! No sooner did she hit the door opening and exit into the hall than four monsters, two werewolves and two mummies accosted her from the darkness. Sarah screamed bloody murder. She pushed one of the monsters back as he got to close. Mike let her be and she screamed for a second or two more before he shined the flashlight to the exit door.

“Sarah the door,” he screamed to her over her own screams.

Sarah spotted the door, slightly ajar and bolted for it fast. She moved like a cat and Mike had trouble staying with her as she burst through the door and down the steps screaming her lungs out. It was deafening in the small cinderblock stairwell. Surely the other girls had to be hearing her on the floor below.

Mike followed her down the steps and into the girl’s floor below. She did not stop running until she was half way down the hall. She was fast and he tried to keep up.

“Sarah slow down,” Mike yelled smiling to himself.

She finally did and then stopped, “Oh fuck,” She gasped! “You guys scared the piss outta me,” She said starting to smile while still gasping for breath.

“Did ya like it,” Mike asked grinning?

“Oh fuck…I think that was the scariest haunted house I have ever been in! How did you guys get it so dark?” She asked still jumping around nervously.

“It wasn’t too hard once we sealed off the windows at the end of each hall.” He told her smiling at her reactions.

“God, you guys scared me to death,” She smiled now at him. “That was awesome!”

“Glad ya liked it,” Mike said. She was definitely cute he thought.

Sarah hugged him. “Thanks, I really enjoyed that,” she said still gasping.

Mike could feel her tits press tightly into his chest. This was working out even better than he hoped.

“No problem,” he responded.

“Ya think I could go again, I mean later after others have a turn,” Sarah asked with pleading eyes.

This girl loves being scared Mike thought. “Sure, why not,” he said.

“Oh, thanks,” Sarah said hugging him again and pressing her nice tits into him. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Your welcome,” Mike said beginning to become distracted himself.

“Hey, you better get back upstairs,” Sarah said stepping back.

“Yeah…your right!” Mike said not wanting to leave.

Sarah stepped forward and kissed him. It was a fast kiss on the lips but nice nonetheless. She then turned and hurried down the hall to where her room was. Mike followed her. He said bye as he hurried past her room towards the stairs up.

“Bye Mike,” Sarah said. “See ya later.”

Mike took the steps two at a time as his cell buzzed. Ten or twelve girls were waiting in line. Some of the guys that did not want to help or thought the idea sucked were conversing with them and offering them beers as they waited. Those fuckers Mike thought as he reached the top and moved in front of the line. They didn’t think this was a good idea and now they are taking advantage of it. Cheap fuckin bastards he thought as he gave one the evil eye. He didn’t like Terry anyway. Guy was just a jackass. No one really liked him.

Well, at least these guys are keeping the women occupied between runs he thought. Betty was next. She was a tall girl at close to 5′ 10″ and must have had C or D cup tits.

“Ya ready,” Mike said into the cell?

“Where the hell ya been,” Jay answered back.

“Tell ya later! Ya ready,” Mike repeated?

“Yeah, we have been,” Jay answered.

“Ok, next one is coming,” Mike responded.

“Okay follow me,” Mike said breathing hard, more from the excitement than exertion. He reached to take Betty’s hand.

“Wait…wait,” Betty said. “Is it really scary?”

“No…not to much,” Mike white lied.

“Well…it’s just we heard Sarah screaming like she was being raped and she was acting so tough beforehand,” Betty worried.

“It’s tame. Don’t worry,” Mike said.

He took Betty’s hand and started the trip through the haunted house again. Betty had a harder time than Sarah with the obstacles because of her size. Sarah had also been very agile compared to Betty. Betty started screaming at the first zombie and hardly ever stopped till the end. Mike liked watching her tight ass and big boobs as she climbed over and around the obstacles. However, he was glad they had chosen to switch jobs after an hour because he felt he might be deaf from all the screaming by then.

When they finished the run and Betty hit the exit stairs, she was moving so fast she nearly tripped going down. She screamed bloody murder until she was half way down the girl’s floor hall.

“Wait,” Mike yelled. Maybe he could get more hugs from this big tit blonde he hoped.

“Oh shit,” Betty said gasping for air. “You guys scare me to death,” she said!

“Did ya like it?” Mike asked hope to get her to hug him.

“You bastard,” she said. “Ya told me it wasn’t scary!”

“Well, it’s supposed to be somewhat scary after all.” Mike tried to reason.

“You evil person,” Betty said now smiling and she went and hugged him.

Betty’s major tits poked his chest as she held him and breathed heavy still. She broke the embrace quicker than Mike would have liked and back away.

“You better get back up there,” Betty said.

“Yeah,” Mike said and moved past her and toward the steps.

As he ran up the hall he spotted Sarah in her doorway. She gave him the finger then fell back into her room with her roommate laughing as he went by. What the hell was that he wondered laughing to himself?

Next one was Candy. Then Rachel followed by Kristen. Each time the results were similar. He got lots of screaming with some great asses and tits to look at. One girl was braless and Mike got some good looks at jiggling tits as they climbed over obstacles and ran. One girl also had a skirt on and he got a good look at her panties as she cleared one climb. Not every girl hugged him but several did. He made his last run, before it was Andy’s turn to lead. When he was passing by Sarah’s room again, she wiggled her come here finger at him. He did and she kissed him good on the lips and then sent him on his way. Once again he could feel his cock waking in his groin. God, she is hot he thought.

Andy took over and the next hour was more of the same. They were getting about nine girls through in an hour. The line was still at least ten after the second hour. The girl’s floor was buzzing with excitement and drinking as the girls were obviously enjoying themselves immensely. Several guys from their floor and others from the floor below were conversing with the girls. It was a regular party atmosphere and everyone was having a great time.

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Hello again, you will probably remember me from Gardening 1, a story about old Bill who came to help me keep our garden trim, but he finished up trimming me in a big way, his huge old cock taking over my life, making me his sex slave. I would do anything; yes, anything to feel his cock inside my wet and very willing pussy.

We also shared long and leisurely sessions in my bedroom—no, it’s not my bedroom, it’s our bedroom. I share it with my wonderful husband, Pat. He has wanted me to share my body with a strange man, even suggested we go dogging, but I feel so exposed and quite honestly frightened at the thought of all the men there wanting to touch my body or wanting to take Pat’s place between my legs.

But he has no idea that he is already sharing with that old rogue he hired as a gardener. I’ve wondered once or twice if he has suspicions, but I think it was my guilty conscience making me pick up on little things he said and did around me. But he would come out and say something if he thought I was doing it behind his back.

I think you will easily remember the size of Bill’s big old monster, but just in case you didn’t read the first story, I will remind you. It is over two inches thick and about ten inches long; bigger than I ever imagined a man could be. It made me its captive. I wanted it so much—whenever he was absent, I longed for his wonderful sex.

When he arrived in the mornings, I waited with bated breath until he came to the kitchen door for his cup of coffee. Coffee wasn’t what I was waiting for. As soon as he stepped in the door, I wanted him so much; his dirty old clothes, his rough unshaven face, even his big beer belly all seemed so attractive to me, but it wasn’t any of those that I needed. It was that monster lurking in his trousers I wanted.

To compare him to my husband is like trying to pass King Kong off as Brad Pitt; every thing about them was so opposite. Pat was tall, trim, athletic, and always smart even when he was relaxing at home, and so god damn handsome. Bill was short, fat, and never seemed to wash; in fact, he smelt of stale beer most of the time, probably because he always had a bottle with him and drank two, sometimes three, with his lunch.

He would sometimes take me over the breakfast bar without taking his trousers off. He would just bend me over and unzip himself, knowing I would be wet and very willing. The thought of him had me on heat for hours before he came to work. He was just so sure of himself, and of me wanting him.

He never asked me if I wanted to make love, or fuck, as he called it. I had been so well conditioned to his cock that he didn’t need to ask; he knew how much I wanted that huge chunk of meat. I had become addicted to his cock, and he was well aware of the fact.

Please don’t think I’m complaining, because it was exactly what I wanted from him. Neither of us were “in love”, we just both needed sex and this was the perfect arrangement—mutual satisfaction, twice a week, every week. I even dreaded going away on holiday because it would mean not getting old Bill’s cock for however long we were gone.

Perhaps this all sounds a bit like a good marriage, but there was a big difference. I was married to a wonderful man and I was being seriously unfaithful to him, but couldn’t help myself, didn’t want to help myself, I wanted my cake and to eat it; a recipe for disaster, you might think.

I knew the risks I was taking. It was becoming easier to hide my infidelity from my husband. I was becoming quite a good liar, but to his credit, he continued to improve, and we made love in several new and quite exciting ways. The better he became at loving me, the worse I felt about my deceit.

One morning, Bill arrived. He was looking more respectable than I had seen him for some time. He had obviously washed and shaved and even had a new jacket. Well, not brand new, just not as terrible as his usual one. He came into the kitchen, taking off his Wellingtons, and leaving them at the door. He seemed a little strange, not the usual self-assured Bill I knew so well.

He sat at my breakfast bar toying with his coffee, not looking at me in his usual predatory way, as if he could devour me any second. I was wearing just a thin robe, slipped on as I got up to see my husband off to work. Even he had patted my bum as he left for a day’s hard work, telling me how sexy I looked first thing in the morning, but Bill was deliberately not noticing my blatant state of near nudity.

Not able to stand it any longer, I asked him what was wrong. He looked at me and said, “We’ve been fucking each other for a year today, and I wanted to do something special to remember that first time. I want you to come down to the potting shed dressed just like you are.”

Now, you might remember we have a large garden. It’s fairly private, but the potting shed is right at the bottom, and it’s overlooked by several neighbours. Dare I walk down my garden in this filmy little scrap of lace? Was he testing Web Tools my devotion to his big old cock? Well, if he was, he must have been pretty sure of my willingness to do as he asked, because I stood up. “What are we waiting for?”

He walked behind me, telling me the rising sun was shining through the material, exposing my curves to him. I thought, Yes, and anybody else who might be looking. What would my neighbours think of me leading my old gardener down my back garden with nothing but a sheer wrap covering my naked body?

It was with some relief that I opened the shed door and slipped inside, away from the prying eyes of the people in the houses on either side.

“Take that thing off. I want to see you naked,” Bill said. I simply did as he asked. Did he tell me to take it off? Yes, I’m sure he ordered me to strip in front of him in my own potting shed, just as I’m quite sure he knew I would do it without question.

He knew how much I needed his love making. He walked round me as I stood there completely naked in the cold air of this unheated shed. The cold made my nipples stand out and my skin sprouted goose pimples. With Bill so clean and odour free, I could smell the musky scent rising from my pussy. It was such a giveaway.

It was a heady mixture of woman on heat and potting compost, blended with the aroma of the various chemicals found in potting sheds, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the reverse; it made me want him more than ever, but he was making me wait. He had played this game before, but if I waited it would be so much more exciting when it came. Or should that be when I came?

Not that I had any choice. He was, as always, in charge. He told me to bend over the rough old bench, and I thought he was going to take me as he did that first time. But he didn’t. He found two short pieces of rope and tied my hands to the wall of the shed. I had never noticed those hooks screwed into the woodwork before! I started to object, but he said, “Do you want me to gag you as well?”

Knowing him well enough now, I kept quiet and let him continue to bind me hand and foot, my legs spread wide and fixed firmly to the legs of the bench. I felt fear for the first time since I had been having this affair with Bill. What was he going to do that needed me tied up? He knew he could do anything he wanted to my body and I would willingly comply, anything so long as he put that monster inside me and fucked me hard.

Because I was tied face towards the wall, I couldn’t see anything, could only hear him moving around behind me adding to my apprehension. I tried to twist my neck round to see but it was impossible. The fear was escalating into real terror, but I could still feel and smell my wantonness, the heady aroma of a turned-on woman.

He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? But it didn’t matter what I thought. It was he who was in control of me. There was nothing I could do about it. I had allowed myself to be led into this old shed and had not struggled when he tied me up. It was my fault if he did something terrible to me; quite frankly, I had asked for it. He was still rummaging around behind me. He must be looking for something, but what? He had the thing I wanted right there in his pants. He only had to pull them down and that was all I needed. It went quiet behind me. It was worse than the sounds of his fumbling, but I knew that whatever it was he was searching for had been found.

My mouth had gone dry despite the coffee I had shared with Bill only a few minutes ago, but that was in the relative safety of my home. This was a completely different situation. I had some vestige of control in my kitchen, but none while tied to the work bench in my potting shed with this rather lecherous old man standing behind me.

My traitorous pussy was throbbing in anticipation of his cock and how it would make me feel. Despite the abject fear in my brain, my pussy still wanted him so badly; in fact, the uncertainty of this situation only added to the sexual tension of my body, and yes, even the real fear made me want him more.

Bill said in a very stern voice, “Chrissie, you have been a very bad girl. You have been fucking me now for a whole year and you haven’t told your husband about it. That’s really bad, and you must be punished.” With that, I felt a stinging in my bum that took my breath away.

God, what was he doing to me? Before I could gather my senses, another stinging slap landed on my bare and so exposed bum. This time the pain was actually worse, because it landed on the same spot. This was agony. Why was he doing this to me? After all the wonderful sex we had enjoyed together, he was punishing me like I had never experienced before.

Remembering that caning I got at school was like comparing a pin prick to a major trauma. I tried to cry out, but my mouth was so dry I could only make a sort of groaning sound. Again, that wicked pain seared my bum cheeks, but this time I felt something Online Web Tools else, a strange feeling deep inside me, not unlike when Bill’s big old cock rams up too hard.

Again and again, that swishing sound followed by another agonising sting in my bum. That feeling inside me grew with each stroke of whatever he was using to beat me with. It got so intense I couldn’t stop it, good God, I was climaxing by being thrashed by this old man who actually worked for me. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine being made to come by pain. This wasn’t something I had ever contemplated, but it was a fantastic orgasm.

It was wracking my body as it grew bigger and bigger, different to anything I had experienced before. I thought Bill had taught me all there is to know about coming, but was this perhaps another lesson in my awakening. As I eventually came down to Earth, I felt his cock nudging against my pussy. It was running with my juices and he didn’t have any trouble pushing it right in with one almost violent thrust, which made me come again. He gripped my hips in his big strong hands and pounded his cock into me without the slightest consideration for me at all.

He was using me for his own pleasure, his big beer gut rubbing against my inflamed buttocks with every stroke. It was hurting me both internally and externally, but I knew it would do me no good to complain, and would perhaps get me another beating with his weapon.

But the excitement soon overcame the pain and it felt so good to have his cock in me again, I could feel my peak coming quickly as he pounded that oversized hunk of man into me like it was his last chance. But why did he think that? He knew I would come to him at his merest whim. He knew as well as I that I was addicted to his big old cock.

My climax was the most intense I have ever had. It shook me to my toes, making my whole body tremble with passion. Was it the situation, or being tied up? Was it the fact I had no control at all, or was it that beating he had given me, making me come thorough pain? I couldn’t think straight, I was lapsing in and out of consciousness as he drove me higher and higher.

My confused mind couldn’t stay on one thought for more than a few seconds as he kept me on the peak of orgasm for I don’t know how long, but it was just as long as he wanted. I was just the receptacle for his lust and he knew it as well as I did. I was nothing more than an available pussy for his pleasure.

After what seemed like hours to me, tied and helpless, he grunted and filled me with his hot stuff. He kept himself buried to the hilt inside me, just making those little movements he knows will trigger more response from my pussy, making it grip him and milk his hard old cock, sucking the last few drops from it.

At last he pulled out, letting his come flow down my legs, pooling at my feet on the rough wooden floor. He untied me and said, “You best get back indoors, young lady, or I might be tempted to do all that again.” I didn’t need telling twice, and grabbing my gown, I slipped it on and ran for my home.

If my neighbours had been looking, they would have seen most of my naked body because I didn’t wait to tie the belt. I just ran, the gown flapping around my body, showing far more than was decent. I slammed the door, almost locking it, but my need to get into the shower was so strong that I ran up the stairs and turned the water on full. Stripping that wrap off, I stepped into the soothing flow of the shower.

Our shower is all mirrored and even through the steam I could see the welts across my bum, standing out bright red and so inflamed. It suddenly hit me that there was no way I could hide those marks from my husband. Was that why Bill had treated me so badly, to show Pat what he had done to me, making it impossible for me to hide my infidelity any longer? Was this his way of showing my husband he was fucking me?

How on Earth could I hide this red and so sore bum from him? He would be sure to ask what had happened. I tried to think of something I could tell him that might seem plausible, but there was nothing. It was so plain to see that I had been beaten with what looked like one of my own garden canes; the marks were thin and clearly defined, like red stripes across my entire buttocks.

I dried myself on a big soft towel, trying not to make my bum hurt any more than it already did. I gently put some soothing cream on, hoping it would relieve the stinging, but just smoothing it on made me think of that climax I had while he was caning me. Why had that happened? I could think of no sensible reason for pain causing me to cum.

But then, when I think about it, there is so much I didn’t know, things that Bill had taught me over the past twelve months. I had only ever made love on my back with Pat on top until Bill came into my life. He had opened up a new and exciting world of sex that I might have gone through life never knowing, so perhaps this was just Çevrimiçi Web Araçları another lesson in my education, but not one I wanted to repeat.

Pain is something I am not good at, even the dentist frightens me almost to death, and because I have never been really ill, I suppose I haven’t built up a pain threshold, but that changed this morning. I knew pain now. It was still making it impossible for me to sit down. What had that terrible old man done to me, and why?

I could hear my lawn mower chugging up and down the lawn, reminding me that it was getting nearer to lunch lime. He would expect me to prepare him a sandwich and take it out to him, or he may come to the kitchen as he had been doing for the past few months. How could I face him? I seriously thought about locking the door and leaving him to his own devices, the horrible old man.

In fact, that is what I did. I put on a pair of loose light slacks, went downstairs, and locked the back door. I closed the curtains, shutting him and his cane out of my life as best I could, but he was with me—my bum attested to that. I tried to sit in an arm chair, a very soft one, but even that caused my bum to sting more. What was I going to do when my husband came home? How the hell was I going to explain this?

Opening a bottle of wine, I took a large swig, hoping it would take my mind off both my bum and my more important issue of what to tell Pat. I busied myself around the house, thinking, if I was unfaithful at least I could be a good wife in every other way. The second glass of wine seemed to help, and my mind made and rejected plans to hide my backside from my husband.

I thought about going to bed and telling him I had a bad headache, but I never had headaches. I’m not the kind of woman who can fake a pain to persuade her husband to leave her alone; it’s just not me. But what was me? Who had I become this last year? To be honest, I didn’t know this woman who was trying to find a way to prevent her man from finding out how she had been so unfaithful over the last few months. She was a stranger to me.

I could hear Bill knocking on the back door, wanting his cup of coffee. Well, he wasn’t getting it from me, not today. He could go thirsty for all I cared; the thrashing he had given me was bad enough, but the worst thing was that it showed so plainly and I couldn’t hide it from my man. I had to risk my marriage and possibly the love of my life, all because Bill had done this terrible thing to me.

What a thankless old man he was. I had given myself to him so freely and willingly, and this was the way he repaid me. I would never speak to him again except to give him his marching orders, if I still had a home and garden to care for after this. At that moment, I hated him with all my being.

As I was getting the evening meal prepared, the phone rang. It was Pat. He had been delayed at the office and had to go to a job several miles away, so he wouldn’t be coming home tonight, but would see me tomorrow. I almost said, “Thank God for that.” What a wicked thought for a wife to have. He was so apologetic, making me feel worse than I already did. Another day might just give me the chance to hide those welts from his eyes.

We talked for a while before he hung up. His voice sounded sort of strange, but he said nothing out of the way, so I supposed it was his disappointment of not coming home tonight. He hated hotels and avoided them as much as possible, but with the business growing, he spent two or three nights a month away from home. He was gradually taking over from Dad, who wasn’t getting any younger.

I decided to take a long hot bath, hoping it would help my bum, which was still so sore and so hot. Lying in the hot water with the wonderful foam floating around my flesh is something I adore. The bursting bubbles tickled my nipples and my hand seemed to stray down to my pussy. How stupid can I get? Hadn’t my pussy got me into enough trouble already? Did I really need to play with myself again, just making me want that big old cock?

I vowed I would never let him near me again. If Pat forgave me, I would be so faithful to him. I should never have allowed myself to be led off the path of honesty. If I lost Pat it would finish me. I think I might have considered ending my life, because it wouldn’t just be Pat. My parents would disown me too, because Pat was the son they always hoped for. They loved him as much as they did me, their own daughter.

I went to bed early because at least I could lie on my side, easing the pressure on my bum. The phone rang about ten. It was Pat telling me he had finished his business and was going for a drink, and then to bed. I asked him to call again when he was back in his hotel and talk to me. We often talked dirty on the phone late at night when he had to stay away.

I lay there in our bed, wondering if I would ever sleep in this bed again. Would Pat throw me out? He had every reason to. I tossed and turned, wanting to tell him, but so afraid of the consequences, knowing I wasn’t going to get any sleep this night, wishing Pat was here. At least I could tell him and get it over with. The agony of not knowing how this was going to end was worse than the pain in my bum. At last the phone rang again.

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There she sat again, taunting me. Her name was Katherine and she was that annoying teacher’s pet sent by God to make this dead end job my worse nightmare. Sharp as a pin, this girl was my biggest critic, annoyingly waving her hand to correct me on anal piss-ass details…it’s English not rocket science! Now why did I, Steven Anderson, even care what this snot-nose teenager thought? I’ll tell you why I the hell I cared…This girl was fucking hot. She was as tall as a woman should be, with a mature curvaceous figure and classic facial features. Amazing smile, plump red lips, and fair skin that contrasted well with her unruly golden brown hair. To be perfectly honest, the way her white oxford pulled and stretched over her full tits drove me crazy. One day she must have buttoned her shirt wrong and I got a full view of her round bouncing cleavage. She had amazing breasts, big but not overwhelming with a perfect natural curve. I almost came just looking at her; this girl could make my dick hard to no end. The way her green plaid skirt came down tastefully across her thick thighs would send any man with a dick over the edge. If she was everything a woman should be already at 18; she would be a bombshell at 25.

I don’t know how she figured out I was watching her, but the last few months of the school year she started teasing me. Legs crossed underneath her desk, her hand would caress her legs and thighs slowly upward until they disappeared in the darkness of her skirt. She never closed her eyes and never broke eye-contact with me, but I couldn’t help to look down to see her arm ever so slightly pumping back and forth. Oh my god, she isn’t…she isn’t? I looked back up to her face, unable to hide my shock. And what do you think this girl did, the straight “A” student all the teachers loved to death? Her full lips curled up into a sexy smirk and she flickered her eyes down oh so subtly as if offering me a look. “I shouldn’t do this,” I thought, but as my eyes trailed back under that desk I saw her legs spread open like a little Catholic school-girl slut she is. That whore wasn’t wearing underwear and was offering me the perfect view of her fingers slipping in and out of her glistening full pussy lips with framed with neatly trimmed tuffs of hair. Fucking Christ I could smell her scent. Her cunt smelled so Resim Yükle good it made my mouth water.

My mind began to wander to things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to eat her out—to make this child moan my name, cum on my face. I wanted to see those sweet pouty lips wrapped around the base of my dick, her beautiful green eyes looking up at me. I wanted to see my dick disappear into that sweet little ass of hers peeking out from under the perfectly pressed little skirt mommy took so much time to iron. I hate to think that I need this girl so badly but I did. I had no trouble getting could get pussy from women my age. They were throwing themselves at me but only this girl could make my cock throb so hard. I needed to defile the golden child, the one the faculty were talking about voting for valedictorian.

Breaking out of my thoughts, I realized that I had been silent for the past 5 minutes. 30 pairs of eyes stared back at me. “Get the fuck out” I growled, “Katherine, you stay after class” As my students filtered out, Katherine sat firmly in her desk. She was still fingering herself, almost refusing to recognize me, and I had just about enough of that.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked after locking the doors to my classroom and closing the blinds. I saw a flicker of fear cross over her face but the smart kid snapped back politely, “What do you think Mr. Anderson?”

“No,” I purred, bring my voice to a throaty level. “What do you think you are doing without me?” I grabbed her arms and yanked her out of her seat; I pushed her over to my desk and bent her face down. I started frantically taking off my jeans and boxers while saying, “What do you think you are doing my little cumslut, getting off without my permission?” I had finally freed my erection and started rubbing it up against her pussy. Her fear started to dry her out, so I gently pulled her hair and head back towards me. I whispered softly in her ear, “Don’t deny me Katherine. It will hurt so much less if you give into your lust. You know you want it. You know you want to get fucked by a man, not some clueless teenage boy. You deserve more than the amateur fumblings in some car backseat. You deserve someone who can appreciate how glorious and sweet your pussy is. You wanted to get fucked by someone experienced enough to get you off. You want to get fucked by your teacher.” I drawled out the last couple words and was rewarded with her juicy pussy getting wetter than it was before. All for me.

Positioned outside her, I purred “If you scream, I’ll fail you” as I slammed the length of my cock deep inside her wet walls. She was so fucking hot and so tight and obedient. She let out a gasp to stifle a moan, but she was quiet enough not to threaten my career and her reputation. As I kept pounding into her, I began to feel her walls relaxing. She was starting to enjoy this. “Oh your dirty cunt feels so good,” I moaned without thinking. I felt her tighten at this. So she likes the dirty talk? “You like that huh?” I grunted close to her ear. “You like hearing about the bitch whore you are.” I was rewarded with the moan of a woman. God how I loved her moan. It was so sexy, so animalistic. I moved my hand from pinning her arms down on the desk to grope her full breasts and then down to stroke her clit while I fucked her from behind. He body started to trembled underneath me and I was able to slip my finger into her pussy to stroke my dick with her juices. This slip of a girl was letting me do things I only dreamed I could do, I was denied to do it my other relationships. “You want me that bad don’t you. Your pussy wants anything it can get.” I forced myself to pull out of her because I didn’t want this moment to end to quickly. But how could I keep this little angel occupied?

I looked around until I spied exactly what I was looking for. I had always wanted to do this. I grabbed the water bottle sitting next to my briefcase on the side of the desk and kept it from her view as I struggled to pull the condom out of my briefcase and put it on the bottle with just one hand. Roughly I flipped her on her back and held her fast as I brought the bottle into view. Her eyes widened in fear as she tried to scamper back away from me. “Oh no, you don’t” I pulled her back down towards me and the edge of the desk. I positioned the neck at her entrance and made sure my mouth was drowning her cries as I pushed this unnatural object deep inside her and drove it quickly in and out of her. “You’ll like this I promise” I whispered as I sat back so I could get a full view of this amazing sight. The label kept disappearing into her glistening pussy, stretched wide for me. I looked up when I felt her body start to shiver in delight. Her mouth was lustily parted and oh so softly moaning because it felt so good. But the sight of those juices accumulating inside the bottle I had been drinking water out of minutes earlier were driving me crazy. I needed to taste her innocence. I removed the bottle and knelt in front of her. God she smelt so good. Her aroused pussy was so beautiful up close, engorged and a deep purple. I flicked my tongue out to see how she would respond to me eating her out. But as soon as I tasted her I couldn’t stop. I feed myself on those young lips and juicy clit, sucking and licking and biting. But I wanted more, I wanted to fucking devour her. I started tongue fucking my beautiful student and was quickly rewarded with her climax. I lapped up all her cum as I enjoyed feeling her muscles tighten and release on my tongue.

I stood up and prepared to enter her again. I slammed back into her pussy, laying down over her missionary style. Her perfect nipples had been neglected far too long. God, her tits looked even more incredible nude. Her nipples were a tad small for her 36 Cs, but oh so perky and oh so natural. I bit and teased each breast as I slammed into her at a painstakingly slow and even pace. I needed her to beg. I need to hear how much she wanted Mr. Anderson, her english teacher.

“Please sir,” she gasped as I bit down harder on her nipple. “Please.”

“Please what Ms. O’Hare?” I played innocent, smiling as I could taste the slight bitter from her hard perky nipples.

“Fuck me harder,” she moaned. Oh god, hearing that angelic mouth say those dirty words…it would have been a sin for me not to oblige the lady’s request. So that’s what I did. I fucked her as hard and deep and long as I could hold out.

“You are gonna make me cum so hard,” I managed to grunt out right as I felt the building up of my ejaculation. I don’t think I had ever released that much cum and I have had my fair share of sex partners. I think she climaxed too but I didn’t fucking care. I had fucked my student, she enjoyed it, and no one could take that away from me.

“So you don’t regret your actions,” I looked back up into the eyes of my priest.

“Regret…..Father Ralph, I don’t think you understand,” I said. “My only regret is that I didn’t fuck her in the ass when I had the chance.

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