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A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 11

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[This story makes much more sense after you have read the earlier installments. Those offended by bodily functions or infibulation should proceed no further.]

*

Jackson, now in the middle of the three weeks’ re-orientation at the Men’s Camp, to which he had been sent by his wife Eleanor, was surprised not to see Graham, who had been responsible for Eleanor’s original punishment, no longer a fellow inmate at the camp. He wondered what was going on, but realized he would have to await his release and return to his wife to find out, because the men at the camp were incommunicado for the duration of their stay.

After his initial punishment, two quick cane strokes from the red-haired and gorgeous Sergeant Denise, Jackson had adjusted well and had encountered no further disciplining. It even seemed that Sergeant Denise had taken a liking to him, probably, he thought, because she understood what his wife had gone through. She didn’t know that all that had preceded their marriage.

In short, Eleanor had committed adultery with Graham, who was ostensibly married to Gail. It later turned out when Graham had been brought to justice that there never had been a marriage. Gail had been punished, although in no way comparably to what Eleanor had been subjected, and Eleanor now was a successful businesswoman and rapidly becoming the creative genius at the Goose Cookers Company, located in a city some distance from the capital of the Women’s Republic.

Eleanor was clearly appreciated by Janet, the company’s senior vice president and key executive, who had made sure Eleanor was admitted to the highly selective women’s club in the city, the Victoria. The exclusive club was the scene of the highly unusual disciplining that the three lady judges who had sentenced Eleanor were given, as a result of Eleanor’s learning that she had been technically innocent since she had interfered with a non-marriage. (See Ch. 9 for the disciplining.)

All concerned, including Eleanor, hoped that the secret session at the Victoria would conclude the matter. Eleanor had foresworn any civil suit against Gail, even though Eleanor despised her.

But now up popped the devil, in the person of Graham. After being severely disciplined by serving in the women staff toilet at the Men’s Camp, Graham had been returned to the capital and jailed in response to the outstanding warrant for him. After the case against him had been dismissed, he had changed his identity but had been discovered when sent to the camp—by Jackson, who admitted knowing him to Sergeant Denise, who had advised Commandant Elizabeth.

Although they had indicated that the toilet punishment could obviate the need for him to be returned, Commandant Elizabeth realized she had to comply and send him back. She did feel unhappy because she had not been able to keep what admittedly was not a promise but which she felt she should not have said at all.

Graham was visited in jail by his counsel, Ashley, who had handled his case before and suggested to him to disappear immediately upon his earlier release. She did not say that in so many words to avoid being held to account for advising unlawful conduct. Nevertheless, Graham had been free to go at that time.

The warrant was issued for his going along with Gail in her original complaint against Eleanor for adultery, when he knew the charge was baseless since he had never been married to Gail. He did not know that Gail had managed to convince her counsel, Rose, after their severe punishment by the court in response to their trying to extend Eleanor’s disciplining, to move the court to regard Gail’s punishment as serving to wipe her record clean regarding her bringing the original charge in bad faith. So only Graham remained on the hook.

***

Jackson settled down at the Men’s Camp and decided, especially since now Graham was gone, to play by the rules, especially since Sergeant Denise, after giving him his original punishment, had been very solicitous of him, probably, he figured, out of sympathy for Eleanor. The re-orientation program was just a hyped-up version of the kind of education now required for all boys growing up in the Women’s Republic. Most men had also become well acquainted with the subject matter through required adult education classes.

Some of the sessions were designed to be humiliating to the men, most of whom were still wearing the t-shirt and panties uniform. On this day, there was a lengthy session for a group of about 30 men recently arrived, such as Jackson, in Toilet Behavior. The instructress was Sergeant Rhoda, who also served as mess sergeant and was a large but not unattractive woman.

She was covering Element One of the unit, which concerned posture.

“You understand that at this camp you will be required suadiye escort to use the toilet only in the sitting posture,” Sergeant Rhoda said bluntly. “In other words, you will pee and poop like a lady. You will wipe yourself from front to back after you finish doing your business. I would like a volunteer to demonstrate and then you will all get a chance as we move next door to the toilet training room.”

A middle-aged man of average build and height raised his hand and said he would volunteer.

“And what is your name?” Sgt. Rhoda asked coolly.

“My name is Kenneth, Sergeant,” he responded, using the correct form.

“Come up here then Kenneth,” Sgt. Rhoda ordered, “and stand in front of the toilet facing away, drop your panties, and do whatever business you need to do. I do hope you don’t have a shy bladder.”

Kenneth grinned but only to himself. He knew that the noncoms here had little sense of humor where the male trainees were concerned. He followed the orders and was sitting on the toilet with his panties down just at his knees.

“Notice that Kenneth lowered his panties to the proper level, just as any well-brought-up woman would do,” Sgt. Rhoda commented approvingly.

“Now what business do you need to do?” she asked him.

“Sergeant, I need to pee and yes, I think I need to have a bowel movement,” he said, with little showing of shame at having to discuss his toilet needs with this imposing woman.

“Well, go ahead and we will hear you pee,” Sgt. Rhoda responded. “Tell us when you begin to shit.”

Kenneth’s face finally showed some red and he realized he had forgotten that noncoms of either sex were used to using the bluntest expressions.

He focused on releasing his sphincter in front and all in the room heard his strong pee stream hit the water, as he made sure his cock was aimed there and stayed pointed down.

“Notice too how he makes sure that prong of his stays aimed at the water in the bowl,” Sgt. Rhoda went on. “All of you men tend to forget that you need to point your prick and keep it aimed down. Those who wet the seat—top or bottom—will find themselves wearing a special device that presses your cock and balls down between your legs. I’d try to avoid that if I were you,” she said with a trace of a smile.

Jackson followed this demonstration and instruction carefully. He was beyond being embarrassed by what he was hearing. All he wanted was to finish this program and get home without suffering unduly. He still loved Eleanor and was starting to realize that her unfortunate experience had made her more prone than many women to losing her temper with any man, even one she likely still loved.

Now Kenneth uttered a little cry and said, “It’s coming down now, Sergeant, my poop.” The group heard a loud plop into the bowl.

“You may wipe yourself when you are finished, Kenneth,” Sgt. Rhoda responded.

The now shame-faced man took some tissue from the roll on the wall and wiped carefully from the tip of his cock down and thoroughly around his smeared anus. Then he carefully showed the paper to Sgt. Rhoda, who nodded approval, and he threw it in the little trash bin next to the toilet.

“All of you, pay attention to what he did,” Sgt. Rhoda said loudly. “If you are being monitored during your use of the toilet, you will always show the soiled tissue to your monitor so she can assess whether she thinks your wiping was satisfactory.”

One man groaned at this final statement of subjugation and humiliation and Sgt. Rhoda said in a louder voice, “Who groaned? Tell me right now or I will punish everyone!”

A heavier-set man stood, shame-faced as well, said his name was Jordan and that he had groaned. He added quickly that he meant no insult and was deeply sorry for disturbing the class.

“Get up here right now!” Sgt. Rhoda exclaimed, and Jordan quickly complied and stood before her.

“Get over the stool!” she ordered.

He bent over the stool, while lowering his panties as was required of trainees when they were placed in punishment position.

Sgt. Rhoda took her duty cane from her handbag, stood, and laid the cane across Jordan’s white bottom. Without further ado, she snapped the cane three times across his bottom, allowing three bright red stripes to appear gradually.

Then she told him to stand, pull up his panties, sit down in his seat, and pay attention.

***

Graham was brought to the District Court, where Eleanor’s original trial and sentencing had been held. His previous counsel, Ashley, was there to greet him, having been notified by the assistant prosecutor, Doris, to appear. Ashley had just one moment to motion to him to keep his mouth shut unless asked directly to say anything.

This was clearly seen as yakacık escort an important proceeding, as Chief Judge Dianne was presiding, accompanied by the other two judges in the earlier trial, Judge Lesley and Judge Margaret. Doris was first recognized to open the proceeding.

“This is a matter, Your Honors,” she began, “involving the co-respondent in the case of Eleanor, which I am sure you all recall.”

All three judges were not at all pleased at being reminded of a case they wished would go away, since they could not turn the clock back.

“We certainly do,” Chief Judge Dianne said snappily, “so please proceed with what we are faced with today.”

Doris realized she was on shaky ground for all kinds of reasons and continued, “This defendant was the co-respondent in the original proceeding, gave perjured testimony in the pleadings as to the correct status of his relationship with Gail, and then fled the jurisdiction. We are charging him with fraud in the inducement, for having misled all concerned in this case, including the court, as to his status, which led to an improper conviction and a sentence, which having been imposed, could not be un-done.”

“How does the defendant plead?” the Chief Judge inquired most formally.

Ashley rose, and said, “Defendant wishes to defer pleading at this time. We wish to raise the point that he was present when the case in question was last heard and was then told he was free to go. He suggests that therefore, this proceeding is improper as the matter at issue was resolved at that time by the court, even if sub silentio.”

The Chief Judge turned to confer with her colleagues.

After a few minutes, she turned back to face the courtroom. Then she began speaking, “The Court hears with respect defendant’s suggestion but rejects same. At the last hearing, we dismissed the proceeding against Eleanor and also expunged same. We took no further action but there was no indication that we were resolving any charges or complaints regarding the original complaint or co-respondent.”

“Does defendant wish to plead now?” the Chief Judge said next.

Ashley had been sitting, and now turned to Graham and whispered to him. Then she motioned to Doris, the assistant prosecutor, who walked over to confer with her briefly.

Then Ashley rose again and said in a clear voice, “Defendant wishes both to preserve his rights on appeal but also is willing to throw himself on the mercy of the court at this time so as to conclude this matter, which I might add, would seem to be in the interests of all. The assistant prosecutor and I have discussed an agreed disposition which we are prepared to present to the court now.”

“Counsel may approach the bench,” Chief Judge Dianne intoned.

The two well-dressed young women, wearing very stylish business suits—Ashley’s was pearl gray and Doris’s beige—walked to the center of the bench and whispered to the three judges.

After it appeared that the sidebar conference resolved whatever they were discussing, Ashley returned to her defendant’s counsel table, picked up a document, and began to read it aloud:

“May it please the court. The defendant has agreed to plead guilty to one count of fraud upon the court, which is a felony in this jurisdiction. The prosecution has agreed to recommend to the court, with the concurrence of the defendant, that in lieu of incarceration, the defendant shall be placed on supervised probation for a term of three years.

“During the initial six months of this term, the defendant may be placed in a designated medical facility for examination and analysis of his suitability for gender reclassification. Based upon the report to be provided by the facility no later than six months after defendant’s entry to the facility, the court will be asked to effectuate the recommendation to be contained in that report.

“The report will either recommend that defendant’s gender be reclassified and that he proceed to a vaginalization surgical procedure to render him female, and released from probation once that procedure is completed, or if the facility recommendation is to the contrary, he shall remain on probation for the remainder of the term.”

Chief Judge Dianne accepted the document from Ashley who handed it up to her after reading it aloud. Doris nodded her assent. The chief judge questioned Graham and asked him if he understood he was waiving his right to trial. After he also indicated agreement, the chief judge accepted the agreement and declared it as the disposition by the court. She then signed the judgment, as did Judges Lesley and Margaret.

Graham’s face was blank. He had agreed to the stipulated disposition because Ashley told him that neither the court nor the prosecutor wanted to şerifali escort deal with this case in full and that they were upon to his changing sexes as a way of dealing with his objectionable male behavior.

He seemed spaced out and only appreciated that save for being in the medical facility; he was free from going to jail. He realized that not knowing whether he would undergo The Operation would keep his mind in toil for the next half year but figured he could wangle his way out of that. Except when he thought back and remembered that Eleanor had actually been infibulated for a year. These women meant business.

“Oh well,” Graham mused, trying not to smile on the one hand or on the other, not to think about the possibility that they literally might cut off his balls, “at least I’m out of that horrible camp and the commandant’s toilet.”

The next day, the Women’s Republic Transcript contained a short report:

Technically Innocent of Adultery, Defendant May Change Sex

By Anne-Marie Criswell

Graham, the co-respondent in what turned out to be a case of non-adultery, because the aggrieved couple was never married, but which resulted in the year-long punitive infibulation of co-respondent Eleanor, pleaded guilty in District Court yesterday to one felony count. He will be committed for determination by a medical unit of his suitability for a sex-change operation.

The disposition had been agreed to by both prosecutor Doris and defense counsel Ashley. The defendant had been returned on a warrant from the Men’s Re-orientation Camp to which he had been committed by another woman in an unrelated matter.

After a medical examination and analysis which may take up to six months, Graham will either undergo sex reassignment surgery, or vaginalization, or be released to complete a total of three years’ supervised probation.

Neither the defendant nor counsel—for the state and for the defendant, would comment, nor would the judges, who adjourned the court for the day following this disposition.

Vaginalization, as the procedure shifting a man to become a woman sexually, is popularly known in the Republic, has been ordered as a disposition previously in criminal proceedings. It is not clear legally whether it qualifies as a punishment, or is more in the nature of a mental health action.

In what seems to be a marathon case in terms of its longevity, it has been learned that the punished co-respondent, Eleanor, despite having all charges dropped some months ago, albeit after she served her sentence of one year’s infibulation, recently committed her spouse, Jackson, to the same Men’s Re-orientation Camp where Graham was identified and returned to this court by warrant.

***

Eleanor read the report in the Transcript the next day and wondered whether Graham would be feminized. Janet called her into her office when Eleanor arrived at Goose Cookers.

“So I see that we cannot keep this matter out of the papers,” Janet said with a smile, which made Eleanor relax.

“I don’t know how they found that out about me,” Eleanor said with a trace of annoyance. “I really want to get away from all this and you’ve been so helpful to me.”

“Well, then,” Janet answered somewhat crisply, “keep your anger under control a little longer, sweetie. I hope you haven’t made this worse by sending your husband to the camp, although I’m sure he provoked you, the way only men can do.”

Eleanor grimaced and said very quietly, “I was so angry at him but I should have kept my cool. Yes, he deserved it but I forgot that I will be watched for quite some time and had better keep a lower profile.”

Janet now smiled and told Eleanor that that was the best approach and complimented her on realizing that. “As we know, wisdom oft comes late but at least we are grateful when it comes at all,” she observed.

***

Jackson was getting close to completing the re-orientation program. He had now been permitted to return to his male clothing for the past week and had attended many classes on subjects aimed to focus his attitude toward full appreciation of the feminine superior role in the Republic. There had been a lengthy series of classes on all aspects of menstruation, as to which the men were expected to understand the physiology and also the mental attitudes women experienced before and after their periods and their menopause. The men were told how they should respond in all these situations.

Lieut. Donna, another lithe redhead somewhat resembling Sergeant Denise, conducted these classes. One session had all the thirty or so men strip from the waist, climb on their desk chairs, and hold their bottom cheeks apart. Lieut. Donna then passed behind each row and stopped behind each man first to apply some lube to each anal opening, and then to insert a Super Tampax in each anus.

“You will wear these until lunch time [about three hours] so you may understand what it is like to have a cotton plug inside you, as women have for almost a week every month,” the lieutenant commented.

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You hated when I mouthed off in public. Not only was it a challenge to see how much I could get away with before you got agitated, but it meant that if you didn’t accept my challenge, I’d be a brat for the rest of the day.

You grabbed my hand and dragged me in between two buildings where we were slightly shielded by a stack of crates and boxes that had been dumped. I smirked at you about to mouth off again before you grabbed my neck and held me against the wall behind me while yanking my underwear down to my ankles. I unbuckled your pants and I lifted one of my legs as I guided your cock inside me. You hoisted my leg up while maintaining the hold on my neck and drove yourself as deep inside me as you could go. I quickly lost the words I’d been ready to say as I gripped your shirt and started to moan. You forced your fingers in my mouth and pounded against me hard.

“Don’t you think you should quiet down so that we’re not caught? It’s bad enough that you’re so content being fucked where people could possibly see just how slutty you can get.”

At kaynarca escort the sound of your words I suddenly remembered where we were. I could tell you heard my breathing get heavy as I struggled to cover myself and push you away. You laughed and moved away just enough to turn me around and pin me against the wall again. I closed my legs and held them tightly together only for you to spread my ass cheeks just enough to allow your cock back into my pussy. I could barely keep my voice low as you pounded into me, pushing me against the wall. I couldn’t help myself, and I grasped for your hips so I could pull you deeper into me. You groaned in my ear and drove me against the wall, my stomach flattening against it.

Your voice, in my ear again. “You’re pathetic pet. So many people walking by, and yet you’re dripping all over my cock”.

I whined and felt my legs growing weak from your strokes. I didn’t care who was seeing, I needed you inside me badly. I felt your hand strike my ass and I yelped before pushing my dress küçükyalı escort against my mouth to stifle the sounds. Your hand struck my ass again and I bit down on the fabric and felt myself cumming on your cock.

“Now pet… you know better than to cum without asking.”

Shoot. I’d been so horny I’d forgotten. Before I could speak, you’d pulled away from me and had forced me onto my knees against the concrete. Your cock was in my mouth and you were fucking my throat aggressively. I could tell the thought of getting caught was making you reckless, the paranoia turning into adrenaline. I gagged and drooled as I knew you wanted, my eyes not leaving yours as you continued. I felt myself dripping and felt much hornier just from licking and sucking your cock, and you knew it. I gasped for air and you smiled, knowing if I could then I wouldn’t have wanted to breathe.

“I’m running out of words to describe what a disgusting mutt you are, sweetheart.”

I pouted and ran my hands under your shirt from where I still knelt sancaktepe escort on the ground. I took your cock back into my mouth and you rubbed my cheeks with your hands. You held my head and my eyes began to tear up from having you down my throat.

“What a beautiful sight, darling. You’re such a good little pup.”

I pulled away, gasping for air and drooling. I stood up again and whimpered, spreading my legs. You put your fingers in my mouth and held my jaw open before slipping your cock inside me again. I was sure someone heard me that time. I was whining and panting pathetically, and you were laughing and degrading me.

“Now you’ll stop being a brat when we go out. You’ll behave, like a good little baby should, right?”

I blushed because you were still holding my mouth open so all I could do in response was drool on your fingers. You slapped me, and I pouted before you grabbed my hips and shoved into me.

“You’re so pretty when you’re upset, honey. I can’t take it.” You leaned forward and bit my neck as you thrust inside me again, and I knew you’d reached your limit. I whimpered again as you came inside me, your hands still gripping my hips.

“You’re so mean to me!” I said after you’d stopped and were holding me against you. You smiled and pecked me on the lips.

“You’re a brat.”

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My girlfriend Sarah likes to drink two or three Diet Cokes at lunchtime. Then she leaves it up to me to pick out a public place where she can void her bladder. Being bad like that excites her. It makes her want to fuck me. In my book that’s a win-win.

It’s weird how it’s worked out between us. Before we met I could never have envisioned myself becoming a piss-loving slave to a kinkster like Sarah. But now I’ve grown to love everything about watersports. The build-up of anticipation as she drinks a ton of fluids. The antsy feeling we get while driving to one of Sarah’s “events.” The adrenaline rush that comes from knowing that if we’re caught we’ll both end up in the hoosegow for “exhibiting prurient behavior.”

But all this pales in comparison to the super-charged eroticism we experience when the heavens open up and Sarah lets flow a torrent of pale-yellow pee that floods the streets and violates community standards.

Being in love with a dirty girl is nice work if you can get it, but it isn’t easy. Recently we chipped in for a video camera and a monitor because Sarah wanted to up the excitement level. Since then I’ve shot several surreptitious videos that she then had me post online. Not surprisingly, they were a hit.

I still remember – and get hard thinking about – the first video I shot. It shows Sarah squatting and pissing on the sidewalk right outside Macy’s in broad daylight while dozens of mall-cruising consumers pass by. We had already prepared ourselves for the possibility that some bluenose would take offense and call security. So Sarah hurriedly – but oh-so-sexily – pulled the crotch of her cut-off jeans aside and peed for what seemed like forever.

Though I was scared shitless about getting busted, witnessing this wanton act was thrilling to the max. And Sarah got what she wanted – a throng of disbelieving shoppers who stopped to gawk as if they were mesmerized by a shoe sale.

The whole episode, start to finish, made us so hot that after we hightailed it out of there Sarah made me stop for burgers – even though she wasn’t hungry. While I mangled a Double Whopper with cheese, she bit into two packets of industrial-strength mayonnaise and slathered my cock and balls with the greasy stuff. Then she gave me a double-fisted hand job right there in the middle of the busy lot while a grandma-type looked on in horror from the minivan parked next to us.

When I came I made a hell of a mess, but Sarah eagerly vacuumed all the cum and mayo into her mouth, swirled the vulgar cocktail around, then invited my mouth to a spit-swapping party. I have to say, the combination wasn’t as foul-tasting as I’d expected.

When we got home Sarah had another brainstorm. Why not make a video of her pissing on the deck of our second-floor apartment while the one I’d just shot at Macy’s played alongside on the monitor? After all, Sarah reasoned, the people who admired our work expected cutting-edge innovation, so why not give them a double-dose of pussy-pissing Sarah? As a titillating bonus – for us, at least – Sarah would be bottomless, spread-eagled, and clearly visible from the street.

You’d better believe that my answer to that was, “Fuck yes!” And though I don’t normally like to pat myself on the back, the resulting video was one of our better efforts. In fact, it got “gushing” reviews from the pissaholic posse that clicked onto our website.

A few days later it was my turn to brainstorm. I got the idea when Sarah, who was laid out naked on our futon, threw her legs up over her head so that I could watch her insert a tampon. With her ass pointed at the ceiling, a deviant fancy crept into my head.

“You have the prettiest asshole,” I said, letting my eyes devour the squinting, fully exposed aperture she was presenting.

“You should know,” Sarah said, spreading her sexy cheeks to give me a better look. “You’ve licked it, fingered it, fucked it…”

“Yes,” I interrupted. “But I haven’t pissed on it, have I?”

Sarah threw her legs down and sat up. She didn’t look pleased. “Did I ever tell you that you have the filthiest mind of any guy I’ve been with? What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t help myself,” I said, giving her a sheepish grin. “I’ve caught the pissing bug, thanks to you.”

“Uh-oh,” she said. “Baby got the urination fatih escort jones. Doctors say there’s no cure. You’re fucked.”

“So how put off by the idea are you?”

Sarah looked at me and frowned, but her eyes danced with dirty-girl mischief. “I think it’s a sick, twisted, perverted suggestion,” she said. Then she teased my ear with her tongue. “Let’s fucking do it!”

Boffo! Now the only question was, where could we get maximum exposure with minimal risk?”

Well, wouldn’t you know we’d end up back at the mall?

We parked between a community bank and the entrance to Sears under a magnificent, white-barked eucalyptus tree. As we sat back surveying the scene we killed off our second Coors Light tallboy.

“I almost forgot how beer goes right through me,” Sarah said, squeezing her thighs together.

“I love a woman who can’t hold her liquor,” I said.

We’d deliberately chosen a Saturday for the exposure, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the hive of activity that surrounded us. Bargain hunters were everywhere, busily strolling in and out of the parking lot, and I thought to myself: Dude. Hell of a plan you’ve come up with. Videotaping you and your girl getting your fetish on in full view of the Sarasota Mall.

But as usual the danger of being caught excited Sarah, and she started kneading my cock through my shorts.

“Not yet, not yet,” I said, pushing her hand away as I nervously scoped out the environment. On top of all the humanity lurking about, I knew that the mall was patrolled by a feeble force of yellow-jacketed rent-a-cops. But Sarah’s arousal was infecting me as well.

I groaned under her persistent touch. “Don’t you know that a guy with a hard-on can’t piss worth a damn? Besides, you’ll know when I’m ready to come, because we’ll be out in the parking lot, and you’ll be catching my ejac on your pretty face. That’s after I’ve peed all over your lovely backside, of course.”

“Oh really?” she said. Vocalizing my nasty intentions had spurred her to dip a hand underneath her short skirt and begin to play with her panty less crotch. “So you get to piss on me, and then you get to give me a facial. Sorry, dear, but Sarah needs a little something-something too.”

“Excuse me? Babe, I’ve brought the video camera, remember? You’re the star of this T-and-A production, not me. I’m just your humble, smut-loving servant.”

She stopped fingering her pussy and looked at me. “Okay, so you’re making me hot, lover boy. But something’s missing. Can you guess what it is?’

“I was never good at solving riddles.”

“Well, we’re partners, right? So whatever’s good for the goose. Get it?”

I shook my head no.

Sarah pierced me with her devilish green eyes. “Nobody leaves this parking lot,” she whispered, “until we’re both soaked in each other’s urine. Watersports is team sports.”

Damn. She’d blindsided me again. “Geez, I don’t know. How…?”

“Easy. I can work a goddamned video camera as well as you can. So we’ll do a point-of-view shoot. You film me while you’re pissing on my butthole, then I’ll film you as I fill up your mouth with my girl-pee.”

“My mouth?”

“Oh God, this is so exciting, isn’t it? Now remember, if we draw a crowd don’t forget to capture their reactions.”

I’d seen my share of pee porn, of course. Videos featuring smartly dressed “secretaries” and “business executives” drowning each other in warm piss. I have to admit that I get turned on by this scurrilous form of entertainment. I mean, where else can you watch gorgeous, accommodating women writhing around in piss-sopped panties, or clean-shaven, respectable men drinking from ladies’ pee holes?

So maybe Sarah was onto something. There were worse things than tasting a girl’s squirt. Why not go with the flow, so to speak?

“You’re right, honeybee,” I said. “No sense wasting your precious fluids down the crapper. Who’s your little sump dump now, baby?”

We got out of the car, giddy and slightly buzzed, and huddled on the passenger side, where we had a small amount of cover from some scraggly bushes. The sun was out, the pavement was warm. I’d stuffed a backpack with the camera and several plush bath towels. In the back seat was a ratty old Army blanket that I dragged çapa escort out and spread on the ground.

But there were ominous signs. People were everywhere, pushing baby strollers, riding skateboards, getting cash at the ATM. And yet, nobody paid any attention to us, two seemingly normal, modestly dressed twenty-somethings just out enjoying the day.

“Jesus, I’ve got to piss like a racehorse,” I said.

“Good,” Sarah said. “Because I like to watch.”

Then, without warning, she stepped out of her skirt and laid down on the blanket. Holy God, we were actually going to do this! A couple strolling by hand-in-hand looked our way, but they couldn’t see much of Sarah through the bushes. Than a mall security guy cruised by in his electric cart, so I gave him a jaunty wave and a big smile, which seemed to convince him that everything was on the level.

“That’s right, go fuck with someone else,” I said when he was out of earshot.

“Hurry honey,” Sarah said. She sounded urgent. So I grabbed the camera, dropped my shorts, and shuffled over to her. I checked the camera’s light meter, polished its lens, then pointed it towards Sarah’s inviting rear end.

“I want you face down, ass up,” I said, feeling like some big shot Hollywood director.

But before things could get going some old lady walking her poodle stopped a few spaces away from us, waiting for her dog to poop. She looked like the sort who might alert security. She glanced our way, but after Fido dropped his loaf she moved on.

“Whew. Close one,” I said.

“Did she see us?” Sarah asked, clearly aroused at the possibility.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No. Well, yes. But what I’d really like is for you to violate my asshole with your pee-pee. C’mon – piss on me, baby.”

I pushed her filthy come-on out of my head so that I wouldn’t get an erection. Then I turned the camera on and steadied it with one hand while I aimed my cock with the other at Sarah’s elevated ass.

“And…action!”

A car honked. A truck backfired. Some kids were roughhousing inside an SUV while their mother walked into the bank. Could they see us? Well, fuck it. Might as well give them an education.

I let go of the finger clamp I’d put around my cock and the dam broke, spilling a couple of beers worth of warm piss onto Sarah’s naked ass. Excited, I pointed my leaking schlong – and the camera – at her gloriously exposed anus.

Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself, too. “Yes!” she cried. “Oh fuck yes! It’s warm! It tickles!”

“Open wide,” I said. I felt like I could piss forever, but my developing erection was slowing the flow.

Sarah used her skirt as a pillow, then spread her ass cheeks open with both hands as I guided my cock to within inches of her narrow, squinting aperture. My piss was running down the crevasse of her cunt and soaking the blanket. It was all so divinely depraved.

“God, this is going to look so hot on the video,” I said.

“It feels yummy. Now be a good boyfriend and go wee-wee in my sphincter. Make me come.”

Sarah used her fingers to enlarge her asshole, and I watched with fascination as my piss disappeared down her dark, forbidden tunnel. It may have been the first-ever enema given from the head of a dick.

But before too long I was spent, my bladder emptied. Sarah, realizing this, popped up like a prairie dog and looked around to see if we’d been spotted.

“Look at those guys leaning up against that monster truck,” she said with undisguised glee. “They know what’s going on, but they’re actually getting into it. Well, let’s give them a show.”

She turned and immediately took my pungent-tasting cock in her mouth. Focus, I told myself. Let the camera tell the story.

In no time she had my cock as hard as a hockey puck, and having those two jackoff voyeurs watching us was pushing me right to the edge. (If you watch the video today you will see how the camera jerked spasmodically for a second just as my cock erupted all over her splendiferous tits. God, that was good!).

But at that moment time was of the essence. People were bound to grow suspicious. Authorities would be notified. So Sarah and I switched positions, and now it was my bare ass getting chilled by the sarıyer escort piss-soaked blanket. I handed her the camera and she positioned herself so that her cunt was hovering directly over my upturned face. With her legs spread wide, she put two fingers into the healthy pink corridor of her pussy.

“Those two guys are getting closer,” she said, nearly breathless. “Oh fuck, I don’t care – I’m going to squirt!”

“Do it, baby. Do it for daddy. And do it for all those piss-hungry perverts who will be jacking off when they watch this on their computers.”

I opened my mouth. I’d never had a mouthful of a woman’s pee before, but the sight of Sarah fingering her cunt to get her juices flowing inflamed me, making me hot for her bodily wastes. Would her piss taste sweet? Would it taste bitter? I didn’t care. I just wanted to gargle it, to swirl it around like a mouthwash, to let it spill over my lips so that my face got as sopping wet as a bathtub washcloth.

Sarah squatted, smiling down at me. She aimed the camera down the valley of her belly and straight at my kisser. We could see that the truck buddies had boldly moved in behind us. One of them had his cock out and was openly fondling it.

“Perfect,” Sarah whispered. This was her moment. The gaze of the two perverts had set the dominoes in motion. She shuddered and cried out like a wounded animal. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she shrieked, then exploded with a wild, wet climax that released a downpour of pretty yellow pee from her grateful urethra. I let it splash all over my face, and the sound it made was like cows pissing on concrete.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and trust me, I got an eyeful. I washed my hair in her resplendent golden shower as if I was a kid playing around in the rain. And the tangy taste that rolled over my tongue was better than any aphrodisiac.

Lost in lust, I felt a mouth suddenly cinch around my steel-belted hard-on, a mouth that I knew wasn’t Sarah’s. Jesus, it was one of the guys from the truck, the one who wasn’t beating his meat. The dude was down between my legs, getting his pants wet, sucking my cock, tweaking my balls. It was the first suck job I’d ever had from a guy, and it surprised me. His tongue was rough, like a cat’s, and his cock-gobbling was more aggressive than the girly approach I was used to.

But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the fuck out of it!”

Sarah, the heady girl, was catching all of this on tape. The camera didn’t weigh much, so she was able to cradle it in one arm and shoot while she fingered her clit. The girl was insatiable, and watching a total stranger give me some very enthusiastic head was cracking her nut.

Then somewhere in the middle of this wet dream I heard a dog bark. But it wasn’t a dream – it was the old lady with the poodle, and she was digging her cell phone out of her handbag. We were busted. She was going to summon the mall cops.

And I didn’t give a flying fuck.

Neither did Sarah. She mouthed a half dozen “Oh fuck!”s, then proceeded to have another bone-rattling climax that dumped a cup or so of acidic squirt into my eager mouth. The guy who was swallowing my cock quickened his pace. The guy who was jacking off had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He was making little whimpering sounds.

Well, never one to left out of the party, I bucked and heaved and went off like a bomb in trucker boy’s mouth, unleashing a ribbon of pent-up jizz that splattered his pretty face. Dripping with sperm, the young man quickly pivoted just as his masturbating partner was ready to come and glommed onto the guy’s meaty cock.

Sarah aimed the camera at the two horn dogs and caught the image of the masturbator letting fly with a powerful spurt of semen that trucker boy snared on his quivering tongue. Playing to the camera, he swished the mixture of his and his orgasms around in his mouth, then showed the gooey mess before swallowing it all.

Whew. Sarah and I quickly toweled off. The two truckers told us adios, then jumped the curb in their monster truck and vanished. I grabbed up the wet blanket. Sarah threw the camera in the back. Then I drove like a maniac, imagining the Feds hot on our tail.

Halfway home, Sarah, still sexed-up and raring to go, unzipped my piss-saturated shorts and sucked me off right in the middle of mid-town traffic. While she did I imagined how our newest video would soon be burning up the internet. And I wondered how we could ever improve on the masterpiece we’d just created.

I came hard in Sarah’s mouth just thinking of the possibilities.

End

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As we walk down the street I wink at some of the men walking past us. Alex and Mary giggle as they see the men checking me out. I even smile at the women too.

“You are such a tease Krystal!” Alex says noticing some of the women blush as I check them out.

We find a nice sidewalk coffee shop and take out seats. As I sit, I feel someone smack my ass. I jump and turn around. Standing behind me is a tall man in his late twenties. He is maybe two inches taller than me. He steps closer into me and our bodies just barely touch. Alex and Mary stare at me waiting to see what I was going to do.

“You are gorgeous. How about a kiss sweetheart?” The man says to me. He puts a hand under my chin and lifts my face towards him. I blush slightly and turn my head away from him. I may dress like a girl, but I wasn’t going to kiss a guy.

“Oh come on Krystal,” Alex edges me on. “He gave you a compliment. You can repay him with a peck on the lips!”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see my wife edge closer to get a better look. A huge smile on her face as she hopes to see my first gay kiss. The man pulls my chin back towards him very lightly. My heart was racing with anticipation. Was I ready to take this step? Just as I pull away, I feel a hand on my back pushing me forward. I stumble and fall into the arms of this man. Our lips meet in a deep kiss. Slowly I pull back and look into his eyes.

I bite my lip gently before I wrap my arms around him and pull myself closer. His tongue pressing its way into my mouth. I part my lips enough for the stranger to invade my mouth. I flick my tongue back against his. I can feel a bulge in his pants as he pulls me in closer. We make out for another few minutes until I finally break away.

I look up into his eyes, my face bright red, my breathing heavy. The man winks at me, grabs my ass tightly and walks away. I stand there stunned as I watch him walk away. I finally turn and notice the two women just staring at me, mouths open with astonishment.

“I was expecting small peck, just a tease,” Mary says. “But that…”

“Was hot!” Alex says loudly.

I sit down at the table. I try to speak but no words come out. I can’t believe I just made out with a strange man on the street. I have never kissed a guy before. My heart was still racing and my cock was fighting against the cage as it tried to get hard.

“You really do enjoy being a woman don’t you?” Mary asks me.

“I don’t know what happened, I was pulling away when,” I start to say. “I felt someone push me forward. I just lost my balance and well, you saw the rest.”

“Yeah sorry about that Krystal.” Alex says to me. “I just really wanted to see that!”

I turn and look at my wife. She just smiles at me. I couldn’t tell if she enjoyed it or not. I know I did. I wanted more.

I bring my fingers to my lips as I recall my first gay kiss. A smile stretches across my face. Mary and Alex look at each other. Alex speaks to Mary, “I can’t wait until later tonight. I plan on seeing more of that!”

We order our coffee and spend the next few minutes talking. Once we finish our coffee, we stand and walk down the street. For the next hour or so we just explore the city a little bit. I continue to flirt with all the men and women passing by. Some try to get our numbers. We just laugh and continue on. At one point we stop and sit on a bench at a small park.

“Did you enjoy making out with that guy?” Alex asks me.

I shrug. “I don’t know. It was kinda hot, but I think it was just because I got caught up in the moment.”

“If the moment happens again,” Mary cuts in, “Would you do it again?”

A smile crosses my face as I remember the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. “Maybe. It depends on how I feel when it happens. Did you enjoy watching that?”

“Hell yeah I did!” exclaims Mary. “It was fucking sexy!” She leans over to me, grabs my cheek and plants a big kiss on me. We exchange a few kisses before breaking away.

As I pull away from my wife, I notice a few young guys standing there, mouths wide open. I smile at them before saying, “Move along boys. You can’t handle us!” The three of us burst into laughter.

We finally stand and make our way back to our car.

As we enter the parking garage we walk past three men standing outside their car. They instantly notice us and one whistles. Alex waves to them playfully and blows them a kiss. Mary giggles as we make our way to the next level of the parking garage. As we walk closer to the jeep, the men from the lower level walk up behind us.

“Hey baby,” one calls out. All three us of turn to face them. “Which one of you would like to have some fun with my friend here?” He pushes one of the men forward. This guy was about six foot, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds, very athletic looking. “It is his birthday and I promised him something he wouldn’t forget!”

Mary looks at me and pushes me forward. “Oh I don’t know…” I respond to being volunteered.

“Go bebek escort on Krystal,” Mary says to me. “Give the nice man something to remember you by. Maybe a nice handjob?”

The man walks towards me. I step back into the hood of the jeep as he gets closer. Alex and Mary step aside to get a good view of what was to happen. The athletic man presses into me and I can smell alcohol on his breath.

“My name is Mark,” He says bringing his lips just an inch from mine. “I promise you will enjoy it!”

My heart starts to race as Mark presses his body against mine pinning me against the car. His hand runs gently down my arm and around to my back. He firmly grabs my ass and pulls me even closer to him. I can hear Mark’s friends in the distance cheering him on. My body shakes slightly from being nervous. I close my eyes, tilt my head and press my lips to his very lightly. Marks breath increases as he takes my lips on his. We exchange a few kisses before he inserts his tongue into my mouth.

Losing control of myself, I lean back into the hood of the jeep pulling him towards me. One of Mark’s hands is around my lower back pulling my hips into his. I can feel the firmness of his cock against my leg. His other hand creeps up the back of my skirt and rests on my ass. He grabs my cheek firmly. Both my hands rest on the front of his waist just above the belt.

I don’t know what got into me, but I started to slip one hand down under the belt and into his pants. I wasn’t in control of my body as my hand grabbed his hard cock. Feeling my hand on his cock, Mark pushes his tongue farther into my mouth. I can hear the breath of shock from my wife as she watches me make out with this guy. I can’t tell if she can see my hand down his pants, but it didn’t matter.

As I stand here, my first time dressed as a women, being pressed against the hood of my wife’s car by a strange man and rubbing his cock, my own cock fights to try and break free of the cage it is in. Mark’s knees start to buckle as he starts to shoot cum all over my hand and in his pants. Finally he breaks away from the kiss and I pull my hand from his pants. My breathing very deep and fast. I lean forward trying to meet his lips again, but he just walks away without saying a word. The group of men head back down to their car.

“Oh my god Krystal!” Alex yells as her and my wife walk back towards me. “You are such a slut! Your makeup is all messed up now. And look at your hand! It is dripping with cum!”

“That was so sexy!” Mary chimes in. She grabs my cum soaked hand and brings it up to my face. “You need to clean yourself up. No way I am letting you into my car like this!” She presses my palm to my lips and I instantly start to lick the cum from my hand. Slowly I suck my fingers clean and swallow cum.

Alex and Mary touched up my make up before we got into the jeep. Mary drives out of the parking garage and heads back towards the apartment. When we arrive at the apartment, we all exit the vehicle and walk back inside.

“We have fifteen minutes to change,” Alex says walking back into her bedroom.

“What happens in fifteen minutes?” I ask as I follow.

“That is when my friends come to pick us up! We are going to the mall for a few hours.”

Mary then hands me my next outfit to put on. My new shirt is a bright red, really tight and a spaghetti strap. It isn’t cut low enough to show anyone my fake tits, but it does show a good amout skin. Once again it ends just at my waist. My pants are super skinny jeans. They form to every curve of my body. If my cock wasn’t taped back between my legs, it would be obvious I was gay. Alex hands me a pair of open toe flats for my feet. Once dressed, Mary hands me a brush for my hair. Thankfully the wig was secured enough that it didn’t move as I get the knots from the wind out of it.

Alex has on a long flowing blue dress with some high heels. My wife has on a white skirt that ends just below her knees, a light blue top that shows a ton of cleavage and sandals.

Just as we all finish dressing, the doorbell rings. As we leave the bedroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. I couldn’t believe how good I looked as a woman. If I saw a picture of the reflection, I would assume she was definitely female. Mary and I follow Alex out of the apartment. Once outside, Alex introduces everyone.

“Ok,” Alex starts. “This is James, Zach and Amber.” Alex points as she introduces them to us. James is an average height guy with a little heavier weight build, partially muscle, and black hair. Zack is my height, maybe a hundred ninety pounds of solid muscle, chin length brown hair. Amber is a tiny pretty girl about Mary’s height and build, she has long blonde hair and large breasts. They were all close to the same age as us.

Alex turns to face Mary and myself. “This is my new bestie Mary. And that is Krystal, Mary’s uh…roommate!” We all smile and nod to each other.

“Are istanbul escort we ready to go?” Asks James.

“Lets do this!” Alex exclaims.

We all follow James to his truck. Upon seeing the vehicle, I get some questions. His truck only seats four. Two in the front and two in the small seat in the back. I didn’t like this at all. Not only was it not safe, I had an idea what Alex was up to.

“James and I are sitting up front,” Alex says as she walks to the passenger side. “Amber you and Mary sit together, how is up to you. Krystal, you should sit on Zack’s lap. I told him a lot about you and he would love to get to know you better!” I look at her sharply hoping that she didn’t tell him too much. Alex just winks at me and climbs into the truck.

We all take our seats in the small truck. In order for us to sit comfortably, I had to sit with my back against the door, hunched over with my face very close to Zacks. Amber was sitting on my wife in the same manner. As James starts to drive away, Zack leans closer to me bringing his lips to the edge of my ear.

“I am new to the area,” Zacks says. His lips brush my ear. I try to lean away but he just moves closer. “Just moved in with James.”

I just simply nod. I look over to my wife, who has this woman in her lap. I was hoping she would help get his attention off me. Amber and Mary are sitting very close together. They whisper and giggle to each other. Mary has her hand high on Amber’s thigh. Amber has both arms wrapped around the neck of my wife.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Zack continues to speak trying to charm me.

“No,” I respond firmly. I was not interested in this man, I couldn’t flat out say that. Alex would tell everyone here I am actually just a sissy. That couldn’t happen. I had to make Zack think I wasn’t interested.

Zack pulls me in close to him and continues to whisper into my ear. “Maybe you could show me around. We can have a lot of fun together.” He nibbles gently on my ear.

My body responds before I can stop it. My eyes close and I moan softly as pleasure shoots through my neck. Zack notices and moves his lips down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more access to my neck. He occasionally will nibble my neck teasing me. Why did I enjoy this so much? James’ truck hits a bump and it startles me. I come back to my senses and pull away from Zack.

I look up to see Amber and Mary making out very softly. I couldn’t believe what was happening here. My wife and Amber, making out in the back of a stranger’s truck while the third man today was trying to come onto me! Just as I was about to speak up to get my wife’s attention, James tells us all that we arrived at the mall. He pulls into a parking spot and we all exit the vehicle.

As we enter the mall, Alex falls back to my side. “That was something to see wasn’t it?” She says to me. “Seeing your wife make out with another woman, again.” I nod in agreement. “I assure you though, that was not the plan. That kiss was their own doing. Amber is a very charming women and has been known to seduce men very easily. I had no idea she played for both teams though.”

“What else do you have planned Alex” I ask her a bit annoyed. I look over to my wife who holds Ambers hand in hers as she struts through the mall.

“James asked me out a few days ago. But his friend just moved in and wanted to bring him along. He asked me if I knew anyone I could introduce him to. I was going to use your wife and make you very jealous. When Amber was a last minute addition, I decided to change things up a bit.” Alex nudges me a bit. “Relax sissy. You don’t have to actually do anything with Zack. I promised to introduce you, not set you up. How things progress from here is up to you!”

I take a deep breath of relief. I am very glad I am not being set up with Zack. I was still ashamed of my actions back in the parking garage earlier in the morning. I didn’t want anything else to happen that I would regret.

The next few hours, the six of us wander around the mall. In and out of different stores, purchasing new outfits and make-up. The whole time, Zack continues to make moves at me and each time I turn him down. His eagerness was flattering, but still useless. Mary and Amber would sometimes sneak off to the corner of a store and make out for a good amount of time. James and Alex are hitting it off well, holding hands as they walk the mall.

The group of us finally exit the mall and get back into James truck. We all take the same seats as before. Almost instantly, Mary and Amber dive right back into sucking on each others tongue. Zack continues to make advances at me.

“Krystal,” Zack says my name as he grabs my chin and pulls my face towards his. “I am not stupid, I can see that you love playing hard to get.” I try and turn away but he just holds my chin tighter. “I am going to make a bold move, it may be best for you to just go with it.” He then pulls my face to his and forces beyoğlu escort his tongue through my lips.

I pull away quickly and lean back against the door to get away from him. Zack just shifts his body and pulls my legs across him making me fall back into the door a bit more. He leans into me and goes back to kissing me. I have no where to go. Fighting against this was useless. Zack has me pinned against the door as his tongue flicks inside my mouth. Once again, my mind shuts off and my mouth responds to Zack’s tongue.

I return his kisses deeply. When his tongue enters my mouth, I suck on it gently teasing him. We both moan in pleasure as our tongues rub against each other. I was getting very turned on. I wanted more of this man. I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. My hand slowly wedges its way into his pants. Very slowly, I push my hand down towards his cock. Zack adjusts to allow me better access. Just as my hand touches the hard shaft, the door I am leaning against opens. I fall back, my head hanging out of the truck, pulling Zack down with me.

“Krystal!” Alex yells. “Get a room you slut!”

I shake my head as my mind slowly comes back to reality. My face fills with blood as a realize that I have been making out with this man the whole ride home. I can feel my own precum drip out from the cage that holds my cock. Zack lets me out from under him. I get out of the truck and walk towards the apartment without looking back.

I walk right by Mary and Amber. Those two are still going at it. Tongues deep down the throat of the other. Alex gives James a light kiss and they part ways. As Alex walks past the two kissing women, she taps Mary on the shoulder.

“Lets go Mary, you will see her later tonight!”

Mary and Amber fight against their desire and separate. Both women breathing heavy. Mary turns and walks into Alex’s apartment. Alex and I follow behind her.

“We are seeing them again?” I ask as we walk into the kitchen.

“Can’t wait to get Zack’s tongue back in your mouth sissy?” Mary asks in a playful tone.

“We are going to a club later tonight. I invited them to come.” Alex explains as she reaches for the phone. “But don’t worry Krystal, If you don’t want Zack, there will be plenty of others waiting to get a piece of you!” Alex laughs and dials a few numbers on the phone. She orders some pizza and soda.

Thirty minutes go by and the doorbell rings. The face on the pizza guy was priceless when I open the door. I stand there dressed in a sheer pink night gown. My black bra and panties can be seen through the fabric. I hand the young teen money and close the door behind me. Mary and Alex burst into laughter. The three of us eat the pizza over the next several minutes.

“Ok ladies,” Alex says as she stands from the table. “We need to shower and get ready for an amazing evening.” She walks away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Mary stands eager to see Alex naked again. I follow behind them quickly.

All three of us strip out of our clothes in the bedroom. Mary helps me take the wig off. I am the first to walk to the bathroom. As soon as I open the door, I feel two set of hands wrap around each arm. I am quickly pulled back and thrown onto a chair in the corner. The women stand in front of me.

“You have done far more than I could have hoped for today sissy,” Mary speaks to me.

“Making out with three different men,” Alex interrupts.

“Even giving one of them a hand job!” Mary cuts in.

“And being a proper lady, you licked the cum from your hand.” Alex says again.

“You earned what comes next.” Both women say together.

Mary drops to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me and says, “We are going to need you to become a man again.” She spreads my legs apart and gently removes the tape that holds my caged penis back. I cringe as there is a little pain. Next, Mary presses gently on the area where my balls are tucked into my abdomen and they drop out swiftly with no discomfort. She then leans in close and kisses the inside of my thigh just to the right of my cock.

“For now, you will remain caged until you are needed.” Mary says as she licks around the caged area. “I can’t have you get too excited and finish yourself off before I have my fun!”

“Enough teasing Mary,” Alex says. “He will have his turn. For now your attention belongs to me.” Alex grabs Mary by hair and pulls her to her feet. I can see pain shoot across Mary’s face. Alex, still holding onto my wife’s hair, walks to the bed. She forcefully throws Mary onto the bed by her hair.

Mary looks up at the tall woman shocked. “Take it easy Alex!” Mary yells rubbing her head.

“Shut the fuck up!” Alex yells back. “You are my bitch and you will do as I say.”

“Alex, we didn’t agree to this,” MAry protests as she tries to stand back up. “We were going to take it slow and put on a show!”

Alex slaps Mary across the face. “I don’t give a shit. You wanted my help with converting your husband into a full fledged sissy. I told you I would help for a price and now I am collecting!” She pushes my wife back down onto the bed. “You will address me as mistress while in this room! Understand?” Alex slaps Mary hard on the inner thigh.

Mary groans in pain. “Ye…yes.”

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The wind blew softly through the trees and Leslie knew she should just turn right around and go home but driving north to the site was an endless temptation. It had been three weeks since the last email about the ancient burial mound and then absolutely nothing. Well Leslie might be a research assistant but she wasn’t stupid or lazy. Something wasn’t right and she was going to find out.

The small city outside of the burial site was practically deserted and looked like the scene of a movie, make that a horror movie. Leslie wasn’t deterred though so in she went to the hotel. Checking in she made no mention of working for Northern Croft University but said she was traveling.

The hotel room was remarkably bland and boring with absolutely nothing to recommend it aside from a claw foot tub. The tub was amazing and had a nice selection of bath bombs and sinking into the tub Leslie’s hands drifted down to her pussy where she gently touched herself as the water cooled. Wrapping in a towel and thoroughly relaxed Leslie laid down in the warm bed and feel asleep.

The wind outside howled and had the thick 80s style curtains not blocked the windows Leslie would have seen the glow of two piercing blood red eyes peering into her window.

The next day Leslie ate pancakes and bacon and drove out to the site. The mound had steps leading down into it and then a door with inscriptions carved into it. Leslie couldn’t read the Northern Wind People’s writings but it was an ancient burial mound with very little that could possibly affect her today. Venturing in she turned on her flashlight and began looking around. A large altar with a fire pit and then well the flashlight went out.

Shaking the flashlight and cursing Leslie began edging towards the doorway only to bump into a large cold figure. Turning Leslie saw the red glowing eyes and the smile curving his devastatingly handsome thick lips. Trying to pull away Leslie realized he had her firmly in his arms and was carrying her to the altar. He smiled at her and then blew into her eyes and for a few minutes she couldn’t see and in those terrible minutes he hoisted her up and placed her on the stone altar. Chaining her arms above her head and her feet spread open.

Leslie trembled and began to cry with her eyes glued shut with what felt like ice. Thoughts racing she realized it was a snow warrior and in that instant she began to worry he would drain her dry and take her eyes.

Unable to see she would have been even more worried had she seen what the snow warrior was doing. He lit the ceremonial fire and then leaned down to her and spoke in his ancient language to her. He carefully looked at all the implements first examining the brands and then the other tools. Carefully he sliced her clothes off and then looked down at her large nipples and soft folds. He gently used his fingers to spread her vaginal lips apart and looked at her clitoris which he rubbed until it stood firmly erect. Quietly he selected a cruel dragon shaped iron tool with a thin and fine diamond tip where a tooth should be for piercing flesh embedded in the iron dragon’s mouth. After warming the diamond for the piercing he watched it gleam in the light before turning back to Leslie. Gently between his fingers he rubbed her clitoris and then sucked until Leslie felt the edge of bliss rising in a wave. When her body was utterly excited from his touch he slipped her clit into the dragon’s mouth pushing it down around her flesh and pressed its gaping jaws shut, piercing Leslie’s tenderest part. As pain swept over Leslie when she thought she would orgasm tears streaked down her cheeks.

The snow warrior then placed a ring through her clitoris so that Leslie would be known as a slave to the Snow Warriors. For each slave bore a mark of some kind to mark their service and being spared a terrible death.

“So you would like to serve me and live?” asked the snow warrior with white hair and blood red eyes as he looked at Leslie.

“Yes please. Who are you?” Leslie begged softly still crying from her pierced flesh.

“I am Akar Lord of the Northern Sky taker of blood.” he said looking at Leslie’s weeping flesh.

“But how will I serve you?” Leslie asked thinking at that it was a stupid question.

Smiling he moved his hand down and touched Leslie’s soft breasts and thick nipples.

As she laid on the hard stone she felt suddenly quite foolish.

“My younger brother has three days left before his heart freezes to become a Snow Warrior. On finding a mate his heart would not be frozen and he would not lose the warmth that makes him who he is. Half angel and half demon the demon part rises at age 20 overshadowing who he would have become. A mate can restore the angel half but not entirely. You will be his last before his demon half rises and we will let him determine your fates.”

Swallowing Leslie began to cry as her eyes opened relieved that she somehow still had her eyes. The snow warrior locked feriköy escort a thick silver neck collar around her neck and a chain hooked to the ring in her clitoris. Taking the cuffs off her wrists and freeing her ankles he pulled at the chain till Leslie walked after him. Utterly naked she shivered in the cold not that he noticed.

Drawing her into his arms they slipped into a dark portal that resembled standing water and somehow traveled to another place. The air ripped out of her lungs as they went and the wind chilled her to the bone. Leslie thought she would never be warm again as the ice seemed like it touched everything and colors whirled past her. Finally they hit bone crunching stop and they stood at the entrance to another portal. A village of sorts surrounded the black water portal.

The village was full of small houses and shops that should have been full of people and flowers. Instead it was iced over and coated in snow all over the cement the trees clawing the skies. Akar forced her to walk to a small house and in they went. All remnants of human occupation long gone and filled with all the things the snow warriors deemed important.

A beautiful young man came forward and looked at Akar with a smile on his face. Gentle blue eyes graced his face and soft downy blond hair. He smiled warmly at Akar and asked him “where have you been I’ve only three days left and I wanted to spend them with you while I still feel the warmth of love in my heart.”

Akar grimly looked at his brother and said “I found you one last human and you must at least try one last time.”

“I’ve lost the desire to try I’m becoming resigned to this time but at least tell me her name.”

“I didn’t ask because she is nothing if she is not yours.”Akar answered bemused that his brother would be so naive.

“What then is your name? I am Aiden.”

“My name is Leslie and please find it in your heart to let me go.” Leslie begged with more nerve than before.

“No and you will bear the whip if you attempt to leave.” Akar answered cruelly pulling on the chain he kept in his grasp.

“I will take her with gratitude my brother.” Aiden said as he held his hand out for the chain between Leslie’s legs.

Akar smiled a nasty awful smile and handed the chain to Aiden but turned to Leslie and said “you may find warmth and mercy with my brother today and in the next three days. Yet on his turning you will meet a different fate and punishment will not be far from your flesh.”

Walking out the door Leslie thought quietly thank goodness he was gone. Aiden looked at Leslie with his blue as the sky eyes and his soft blond hair. Slowly he pulled her closer til she stood within his arms and he ran his hands down her spine cupping her full bottom.

“I would free you but they would assume you escaped and you would face a public whipping at the least so I am afraid you must stay with me. My brother clearly desires to see you punished and he likes such things. I would take the ring from you he uses but to do so would insult him if I were not your mate. You may come to my sleep chamber but I warn you the freezing of my heart begins and it is a fearsome change. I will not be the same man I am and have been for all the years of my life thus far.”

So Leslie followed Aiden to his sleep chamber noting his golden armor that he wore and the beautiful smile. His perfect white teeth and blue eyes were utterly striking to her. He gave her some soft white linen to wear it was very much like a white shift but it covered her. There was only one bed and so that night they laid and much to her surprise he did not attempt to touch her in any way.

Yet in the middle of the night Aiden began to thrash in his bed and Leslie with her auburn hair and green eyes could not help but wake up. His body burned with fever and he thrashed in the bed and moaned as if in terrible pain. Looking closer Leslie saw he cried tears of blood red. When he screamed in pain his mouth had drops of blood seeping out and his perfect white teeth two fell out of his mouth.

In its place a sharp black fang slid down into place. Waking up completely Aiden looked at Leslie and worse yet her soft white neck and then holding her in place pulled her into his embrace. Right before he sunk his newly formed fangs into her for her blood.

Much to her surprise Leslie felt a heaviness in her breasts and a warmth between her legs. Gently he laid her on her back and kissed her. A soft and tender kiss that stole her breath away. He gently moved her shift away but realizing his intent Leslie cried out and begged him to stop. Aiden did stop but looked at her and said. “Please it will be so much worse if this continues and if you are my mate. It will mean I am utterly cruel at times and I would spare both of us.”

“No but I want to get to know you first and form a relationship before we have any sexual relationship you won’t respect me gülbağ escort if we proceed.” Leslie begged still very much afraid of what she’d seen.

Walking out the door Aiden went and was gone the entire day having told Leslie not to leave the cottage due to none having claimed her and her status undetermined.

As the sun began to set Aiden returned and a wild party began outside. Pulling the curtains Aiden forbade Leslie from looking outside to the wildness of the dark party. That night they again slept but before going to sleep Aiden asked if they could see if they were to be mates.

“No I don’t think that is a good idea.” Leslie stated thinking to herself surely the worst was over.

Drifting off to sleep Leslie felt warm and safe in Aiden’s arms. In the middle of the night she felt uncomfortably warm and then realized he was burning up again. Turning she saw tears of blood seeping from his eyes and suddenly it hit her…he was indeed transforming into a snow warrior. Jumping up she tried to get away from him but his long arms snaked out and grabbed her. Holding her tight he pulled her close rolling on top of her.

The burning heat and something else in his eyes stopped Leslie from her objections. He slipped his leg between hers and then she felt his thick hard girth. His penis as thick as a baseball bat and nearly as long. He pushed into her warm center and it burnt having him inside of her and her barely able to move his thick girth impaling her so tightly. Mewling Leslie began to rub against him and the ring in her clitoris began to tingle as it began to vibrate. Unable to help herself Leslie pulled him closer and rubbed her breasts against his warm chest. The heat from his body burned into hers a warmth like she’d never known. As he came inside of her she looked up and found herself face to face with a man who had changed in part into a demon. His beautiful blue eyes remained but in his mouth were huge black fangs. Trembling Leslie tried to pull away but he pulled her close and sunk his enormous black fangs straight into her soft tender flesh drinking her blood until she drifted into a haze.

The scent of roses drifted in the air and as Leslie’s mind cleared she realized she was lying in Aiden’s arms in the square of the village. A white velvet blanket covered her and looking up into his beautiful blue sky eyes she felt a warmth spread through her. He held her gently in his arms and his brother stood before them looking at them both.

“You are saved from your demon half emerging completely yet you are still not the man you were. Your fangs have cut through and you no longer can live on food and drink but must take blood to live. How is this so when you have your mate and could have been more of an angel than a demon?” Akar demanded.

“We did not lay together until the second night and thus I was saved the full transformation into darkness.” Aiden admitted.

“Yet you had her in your bed on the first night.” Akar stated his eyes burning holes into Leslie’s flesh.

“True but I did not take that which was not freely given.” Aiden stated holding Leslie more firmly still in his arms.

“So you did not want or she did not accept you?” Akar pressed as the rest of the Snow Warrior Hoard stood behind him glaring at Leslie.

“She did not accept me the first night and yes she is my mate so her punishment is mine to give or to forgive.”

“Forgive?!!!!” roared Akar. “Your heart would be turned to ice and your blood would have ice crystals ripping into your veins. She did not spare you the pain and you would spare her?”

“It is my choice, is it not?” Aiden asked firmly as he stroked his soft mate.

“As the head of this village I order you to sentence her to punishment or if you are blinded by your love for her I will chose for you.” Akar held a huge wooden staff with what to Leslie’s eyes looked like demons carved into wood each having eyes that somehow seemed alive. They were in fact living eyes

Whimpering she clung tighter to Aiden as the snow warriors behind his brother roared in agreement with his brother.

Aiden looked down sadly at her and stroked her soft auburn hair. She meant so much to him and yet they had to live in the village of the snow warriors. It would be difficult to see her punished publicly but in his warm beating heart Aiden knew his brother spoke the truth. The darkness warred with the light and one more warrior saved and redeemed by love to stop the tide of darkness mattered much. She trustingly rubbed her cheek against the hard muscles of his chest.

“Alright my brother you speak the truth. You may punish my mate as you deem fit for the 12 hours that are the night. I can not watch nor will I bear witness of her punishment but I ask that you return her to me in 12 hours. She is my mate and after her punishment will be regarded as such by all. Tonight I do agree she will not obtain her mate status until her kağıthane escort punishment is meted out and you may deem her status until she is returned to me.” Aiden stated as he was looking down at the soft woman gathered in his arms.

Leslie shivered in fear and began to tremble as she heard what Aiden said.

“No please Aiden.” She begged him.

“Don’t shame me with your begging for mercy before my brother and the snow warriors. They will think me weak if I do not abide by our laws.” Aiden harshly whispered in her ear.

“You will be returned to me in 12 hours at the dawn and be my beloved mate. I will keep you safe from that time onward.” He assured her gently.

Firmly Aiden gathered her in his arms and moved towards the center of the village and the pillory with cuffs for arms and legs. Held tightly in his arms he lowered her into the terrible pillory kissing her as he locked her arms in the iron cuffs and then her legs. Tears streamed down Leslie’s face as Aiden removed the white velvet blanket covering her naked body for all to see.

Aiden turned his back on her and turned and walked back to what would become their cottage and it was the loudest noise Leslie had ever heard when he closed the door to his home. She hoped he would relent but watching him turn and walk away and enter his home, watching as he closed the door she felt like she’d been abandoned.

Akar waited until his beloved brother was in his home before turning to mete judgment on Leslie.

“Now you will bear 12 hours of punishment for you condemned my brother Aiden to an eternity of drinking blood, a lifetime and beyond of drinking from the souls of man. Condemned to walk in darkness after his body drinks his weight in blood. You vile ignorant human truly you deserve punishment most severe and if you were not his mate I would set you as a prize during the birthday blood hunt. My brother should not have had to partake in that but now he must suffer an eternal thirst for blood. Tonight your status is village whore and all may partake of you in any fashion they prefer after they pay me by using this leather whip upon your flesh at least 10 times.”

Leslie began to tremble and would have fallen to her knees if her neck and arms weren’t held in place by the pillory. The first snow warrior walked up to the pillory and began touching the ring attached to her clitoris and it began to vibrate. Then picking up the whip he rubbed the whip over her anus and bottom. She barely heard the whistle as the whip flew through the air and burned into her flesh. Over and over again she felt the fire of the whip stinging into her flesh. Just when she thought it would not end she felt a hand stroking her bottom and then what she thought was an ice pick penetrating deep into her tender warmth. It was his thick hard penis but it was about as warm as a block of ice inside of her and her flesh tightened in response to the chill inside of her. When he finally came the cold semen coated her in what felt like burning cold shards of ice. Pulling out he slapped her red punished behind and another snow warrior picked up the whip.

The snow warrior that stood before her was a young man with violet hair and blood red eyes recently turned and the anger in his eyes burned into her. Gingerly he lifted the whip and rubbed it over her tender breasts carefully massaging her nipples til they tightened. Leslie closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of having her nipples massaged. Seeing her relaxed into his touch the snow warrior let the whip fly and the sides of her breasts burned from the pain. Over and over he whipped her on her behind and then he stopped and gently spread her vaginal lips for his icy burning penetration.

Leslie thought she would never survive 10 more hours of punishment but there before her stood Adak and in his hand a large cup of what she thought was wine. Tipping her chin up he forced her to drink the thick red liquid and Leslie’s mind was hazed from pain and pleasure so she willing drank every red drop. As she finished he smiled and said “Enjoying the snow warrior blood my brother sent to give to you so you survive?”

The thick liquid gave her strength and yet within two hours again Leslie felt on the verge of passing out from the pain on her breasts and bottom. The ache between her legs was endless and she wanted so badly to be fucked and brought to pleasure. Yet none of the men that used her let her come with their cold hard penises.

Looking at her soft body Akar smiled and decided to give her more snow warrior blood so she endured the terrible night. Leslie’s head spun as she drank more from the golden encrusted cup Akar forced into her mouth. Her thoughts were muddled and it seemed like she had been in the stocks for ages on end. The pain between her legs and on her thighs seemed to be an endless fire the only warmth her body felt. The cold icy cum between her legs dripped down and her iron will seemed like it was melting as she drank the thick red liquid.

“My brother must truly love you to give so much blood for you. You do know the third time you drink my brother’s blood you will be unable to deny him anything. His to do with what he wishes.” Akar said as he gave her the second cup of his brother’s warm snow warrior blood.

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Five Years Earlier – Sophie’s Bikini

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This is the third in a series of stories and is somewhat longer than the previous two with rather more descriptive text.

If you haven’t already, you may wish to read my previous stories, the second of which hints on and links in with this one. It takes place around 5 years before ‘At the nudist beach’. Feedback is very welcome and helps me better understand what the reader is looking for in future stories.

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I was just dropping off to sleep in bed one night when suddenly Sally, my wife, spoke. “Brian, are you awake?”

“I am now,” I grunted, “What do you want?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Can’t it wait till morning?” Stupid question. Sally could never wait.

She cuddled up closer, her small firm breasts softly pushing into my back. “Well, not really. I promised Sophie I would ask you.”

Sophie is our daughter, then 18 going on 19, a petite 5 feet tall, blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was more-or-less a younger version of Sally; the looks, the moods, the habits ….just about everything. Sophie’s breasts, 32c, were larger and fuller than her mother’s (34b) and her figure hadn’t yet been ruined by childbirth, gravity or bad eating habits. Sophie walked or cycled whenever possible, regularly went swimming with friends and had just started to play squash, so she was fit and in trim. She never seemed to lack boyfriends.

Sally went on to tell me that whilst she and Sophie had been clothes shopping a few days ago for Sophie’s forthcoming holiday to Ibiza, Sophie had really liked a particular white bikini, rather more cut back than ones she’d worn in the past. It had looked perfect on her except that her hair was showing around the edges. It took me a moment or two to twig that it was her pubic hair. Sophie had been almost in tears. Sally had bought the bikini for her in the hope that the offending pubes could be trimmed.

“Well, surely that’s not a problem,” I said. “There can’t be too much to trim. Can’t you or one of her friends help? Boyfriend? We have several pairs of scissors and you can even use the beard trimmer I haven’t used for ages. Can’t she pay for a wax down there if it’s so much a problem?”

I had known for some while that Sophie had some kind of hormone problem, which meant that her pubic hair had been growing thicker and faster than most other girls. Despite creams and pills doctors had not been able to sort this out.

“You know how much I hate using creams, waxing and razors,” Sally answered, “So I’m not the best to advise Sophie. Please Brian, you’ve got a much steadier hand and you’ve had plenty of practice on me. She is your daughter after all.”

I thought about it for a few moments. “I’m not sure,” I replied. “I’ve never heard of any other fathers being asked to trim their daughter’s pubic hair. Have you?”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I trust you and I’m sure Sophie will not be stupid enough to say anything to anyone.”

There was a long pause. One of those long, awkward pauses that seem to last an eternity. Eventually I could feel Sally’s hand came around my front, down my belly and onto my cock.

“Ah!” said Sally, almost sarcastically. “You’ve been thinking about it then?”

And so began a long conversation between us, including an explanation by me as to why Sophie’s dirty panties had been found in my jacket pocket on more than one occasion. I’d discovered them by accident, mistaking a pair of hers for Sally’s [I’m sure you guys realise this was purely to monitor Sally’s general and sexual health]. The difference in age, diet and even hygiene meant that Sophie won the sniffability factor 500%. “Plus,” said Sally, in her ‘I’m going to get my own way’ voice, “I’ve never seen you look the other way when Sophie’s walking about the house with very little on.”

That was true. We’d never bothered too much using the loo if one of us was in the shower, or vice versa, and Sophie never bothered if I was coming out of our bedroom and she went from her bedroom into the bathroom wearing just her panties, or likewise if she came downstairs seeking her favourite bra. If truth be told I’d worked so hard and long at my job for the last few years that I’d all but missed Sophie growing up. Sure I’d remembered when she first arrived, all the oohs and coos followed by the sick and poos at the relevant end. Sure we went on family holidays, I helped teach her how to speak but never some of the words she learned at school, how to swim; but never how to dress or to strop when she didn’t get all her own way. There were big gaps in my memories, gaps where I’d immersed myself in my work. The next thing I knew she was a teenager … all arguments and acne.

I just knew Sally just wasn’t going to let up — she never did, and in the end I agreed to speak to Sophie when I got home from work the following day.

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I just couldn’t stop thinking about it at work and I had to hide an embarrassing erection several times. That morning Sally had even secreted a pair florya escort of Sophie’s panties into my jacket pocket – a very sexy red lace pair that had obviously been worn all day long and rubbed well into Sophie’s secret bits by her bicycle saddle. After lunch I’d gone to the toilets and inhaled the strong, musky, pheromone enhanced, erotically supercharged fragrance whilst I whacked off. It was stronger than I remembered from the previous time I’d borrowed a pair, but I knew Sophie sometimes had a hectic day at her sixth form college. Or perhaps they had been worn for 2 days just in case I needed further persuasion? Sally knew too well my pervs and my weaknesses. She knew how to ALWAYS win a request she’d made. Maybe this evening would be even better than expected.

The evening meal was not quite ready when I arrived home and I decided to chat to Sophie straight away before I chickened out. Doubt was still raging in my mind and embarrassment came a close second. But after a day at work mulling things over my brain was in my cock and my doubts were up against very stiff opposition.

When I got to her room Sophie was laid on her bed watching TV – which is what she often did after a hard day studying. She hadn’t changed from her college clothes and Sally knew from when we first met that her wearing a cheap white blouse and short grey skirt been a turn-on for me. That, matched with my first shaving of Sally’s teenage pubes, not long after I had met her, had put us both in the mood for fun many years ago. Was this also a plan hatched out between them so that I wouldn’t back out?

Awkwardly, I opened the conversation but Sally must have already spoken to Sophie, for as soon as I asked her (nervously for me) to show me she stood up, hiked her skirt up and (nervously for her) slowly pulled down her white panties. As soon as she had lifted her skirt I could see the problem – lots of hair poking out of her white panties. By the time her panties were down to her knees the mass of curly dark brown hair admittedly looked a right mess. Sophie let her panties fall to the floor, kicked them off and stood before me with her skirt still lifted up.

“OK,” I said, my cock making the decision for me, “I agree, it’s a problem. I’ll shave you just this once but no-one else must know.”

As dinner would be a further 20 minutes I suggested I begin the trimming and went off to find some scissors. When I returned Sophie was laid on the bed with her skirt lying on the floor. I knelt at the side of her and began a scissor trim of the offending pubes. They were rather coarse and springy and smelled divinely of girl juice mixed with sweat and pee. Remembering how sensitive her mother had been right at the top of her mound I let my fingers accidentally tickle there whilst I trimmed just underneath.

“Da…ad” said Sophie, giggling “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” I replied, “I didn’t know you were ticklish there. I’ll trim further down.”

I was acutely aware that my cock was bulging awkwardly in my trousers and this was made worse by the wonderful girly-smell drifting incessantly into my nostrils. Then Sophie began to flinch a little and I realised the blunt scissors were pulling at the mass of hair. I slowed right down, just taking the top off. Then Sally called up that the meal was ready so I ran my finger along and around Sophie’s groove and brushed the hair off gently, knowing that would leave enough of that dirty sweaty juice on my finger to sneakily sniff. Sophie shivered but said nothing. This would be fun.

“OK,” I said “I’ll start again after dinner.” And I left Sophie to get dressed.

All through dinner I kept wondering if Sophie was sat there without any panties on. She kept putting her hand down below, maybe to brush off an odd hair that was tickling and this kept me hard during much of the meal.

After we’d finished, just as I was about to go upstairs I asked Sally if there was a better pair of scissors, sharper so as not to pull Sophie’s sensitive skin.

“Why don’t you try that old trimmer? It’s in our bedroom.”

I knew exactly what she meant. I found it and took it through to Sophie’s room.

“I could use this,” I said, “It’s a bit noisy but it won’t pull your hair like the scissors.”

Sophie seemed happy and removed her skirt then laid on the bed – she hadn’t had any panties on throughout dinner! I found an old towel and put it under her. The trimmer was indeed noisy and vibrated quite a bit. Sally loved it and I was sure Sophie would too.

After just a couple of minutes she giggled, “Da…….ad,” she said “That kinda tickles too.”

“I’m sorry. It’s a bit old. I’ll use the scissors.”

Sophie was quick to reply. “No, it’s OK. I don’t mind it. You can use it some more.”

I took my time again for the aroma was marvellous – less pee now the bulk of the hair had gone. Sweat, just a touch of pee, oozes of sexual dribble as panties rubbed sensitive skin, the pressure of bicycle saddle cihangir escort massaging, persuading and insistantly having combined the different bodily fluids into one divine nectar. Why oh why couldn’t some young, bright entrepreneur bottle it?

As I ran the trimmer unnecessarily down her groove I heard Sophie let out a little gasp and involuntarily open her legs wider. I chastised myself for using the trimmer as a vibrator.

“It’s a little bit awkward here,” I said, “I’d better go a bit slower. Is that OK?” I wanted to drag out the time as much as possible.

“Mmmm yes,” said Sophie rather slowly.

I started again, this time purposely letting the trimmer vibrate against Sophie’s groove and her legs opened even wider to let me move the trimmer further down. I could easily see now the treasure that lay beneath that offending spoil-sport hair, that valley of pleasure, that area of unbelievable interest to me and to much of the male population. Now she had her eyes shut, an intense look on her face. She shivered several more times. I slowed down even more, letting Sophie enjoy the vibrations from that old trimmer, purposely moving the trimmer up and down time and time again over and around that sweet spot that every female has.

Eventually I had removed as much hair as I could, leaving the remains to shave off with the razor.

A dry razor in hand and just a little talc, I started to shave away the remaing hair from her mound, leaving Sophie’s perfect unblemished and silky smooth skin. Almost without thinking, I started to gently stroke the edge of her valley.

“Da……….ad,” said Sophie.

“Sorry sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking. Mum really likes that. I forgot ………”

“Oh, it’s ok dad, it just feels funny. I’m not sure ….”

“Ok,” I offered, you can tell me to stop anytime you want. I just thought you might …” I paused. “Surely your boyfriends …..?”

Sophie was silent. Of course, maybe the hair embarrassed her. Many male friends. Few lasted more than 2 or 3 weeks – tried groping her boobs, wanted a hand job? I didn’t know. I didn’t speak again.

I started to shave lower down then returned a few minutes later to what I was doing before. This time Sophie said nothing. I watched her face as I gently ran my finger along her groove. She had an intense look, her breathing came a little faster, her lips opened slightly and she let out a very contented murmer “Mmmmmm.” Her teenage skin, like her mother at that age, was still ultra sensitive. I was aware that gradually her legs were opening again allowing my finger further slowly move downward. Slowly, all so very slowly so not to alarm her I dared my finger to go further and further down, always allowing her to refuse my touch. I could sense more moisture beginning to flow out of her. Her soft pussy lips were swelling from the constant but very gentle arousal. A new fresher aroma was inviting and pleasing to my nostrils. It was very, very arousing both for her and me.

I stopped abruptly. The little devil on my right shoulder was being hassled by the good guy on the left. Guilty pangs hit me hard. I went back to shaving the last few traces of Sophie’s unruly bush until all was finished. I told Sophie I’d clean her off with a cloth. I did this very gently, just touching her skin lightly then finished, as I always did with Sally, with a kiss on her smooth pussy lips.

“Da……….ad,” said Sophie, but no more. I kissed there again, stood back and admired my handiwork. I wish I could have stayed there all evening looking at what now was, in my opinion, the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen; puffy mound, small dimple, long deep valley, the makings of lips that would surely be stretched and altered when Sophie, in the future, had her first baby.

Would I have liked my engorged throbbing cock to penetrate her? No! Definitely not. Pleasing, teasing, arousing my daughter was thrill enough alone. I never had and I never will have any desire to progress further. And Sally knew that every bit as much as I did.

The good guy on my left shoulder had won. I went downstairs to Sally leaving Sophie alone. She knew how to relieve the sexual tension within her. She knew. I’d heard her in her room several times in the past and I knew too well how she could pleasure herself. One particular time I remember well, 3 or 4 years earlier, she had a spat with one particular boy who she liked a lot and she came back from the disco in a real foul mood, went straight up to her room and switched the TV on loud. Don’t teenagers know how to shut doors? Often every door in the house got left that way after a particular teeenage tantrum.

I remember I’d gone up a short while after to the bathroom. The TV volume had been turned down in Sophie’s room and I could just hear some ‘mmmmmm’s’ and gasps in her breathing. I don’t think Sophie was aware that her door was open quite a bit. I could see she was laid on her bed, jeans down, legs slightly apart and mecidiyeköy escort her hand inside her panties, moving very slowly. She had pulled her bra and sweat top up and seemed to be pulling at or pinching her left nipple. Every move her hands and fingers made, whether rubbing or pinching, seemed to bring forth a murmer or small gasp. I stood frozen, unable to look away, feared of moving and making a floorboard creak. I must have been stood a good 5, maybe 10 minutes as her actions got gradually faster. I could have sworn she purposely tried to pull and pinch her nipple to hurt herself, as if the hurt and the pain enhanced her arousal. Then she would switch hands nipping, pulling and hurting the other nipple. Finally there was a loud moan, a contented sigh as she climaxed, her whole body shivering and shaking

Following Sophie’s close shave and my abandoned attempt to masturbate her nothing more was said. Nothing at all except for Sally thanking me for helping out.

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The holiday came and went. Ibiza was a little too much for Sophie. She is a naturally shy girl but with plenty of friends and she was perfectly capable of having good time. Sun – ok, sand – ok, sea -ok, sex – maybe not. But she had obviously liked the drinking and sunbathing.

Over the next couple of weeks I kept finding different panties in my jacket pocket, even neatly wrapped in cling film to preserve the moisture and scent. Sally’s thoughtful appreciation of a deed done? I don’t know.

A week or two after that one evening I was watching TV when, nervously, Sophie came in to the room. Sat on my lap, kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around me.

“Dad,” said Sophie, slowly, “Will you get rid of my hair again? Please.”

It was early evening and Sally was out. I noticed that Sophie still had her college stuff on but without a bra underneath her shirt. The top three buttons were undone and there was a distinct smell of cheap but quite acceptable perfume. Without a bra and with her arm around me her breasts felt soft against me. I had told Sophie I would only shave her the one time, but again my cock disagreed with my initial intent.

We went up to Sophie’s room. I didn’t get the old trimmer, just my razor. Without asking, Sophie laid on her bed, removed her skirt, pulled her panties down and threw them on the floor. I was surprised that her hair had grown so quickly as there was already quite a lot obscuring her vee. As I got closer to her that familiar smell wafted over to my nose. Some may think it was dirty, repulsive even, but that sweaty pee-tainted aroma mixed in with Sophie’s natural sexual odour was very arousing. Even sat here five years later typing this story, I can vividly recall the sight, the scent and the arousal.

I could feel myself being to firm up, just the sight and smell of Sophie’s hairy cunt was working my natural male responses. I began to use the razor on Sophie’s pubes. Perhaps my fault that it tugged a little – I wasn’t using a fresh disposable. I could feel Sophie flinch.

“Dad. That razor is tugging at my hair. It’s hurting. C…c..can you use that other. You know. Please.”

I went through to our bedroom. Again the same routine. I really took my time with the trimmer, allowing the noisy vibrations to enhance Sophie’s mood. Up and down, dwelling on the places I knew would feel the best. Stopping when I thought Sophie was getting over aroused.

Pubes almost gone I could again see Sophie’s mound, her pubis, her vulva very clearly. I got a new triple blade razor this time, soap and water. Starting at the very top I very slowly, very painstakingly shaved the remaining stubble. Pressing firmly at first then tracing over the area again and again in soft, light strokes. Using plenty of water and soap I wanted my razor to arouse, to make love to Sophie’s tender teenage skin. Little by little, very very slowly I made my way down. Almost all the time that I was patiently teasing her sensitive skin Sophie had her eyes closed, savouring every touch, every tickle. Finally I had the last bit of stubble removed, got the cloth again and tenderly dried the whole area.

As before I kissed that beautifully erotic and arousing part of Sophie’s body, the part where she would hopefully enjoy much more pleasure in the months and years to come. Starting at her belly button I worked my way down every gorgeous square inch, raining more and more kisses there.

Sophie never moved, never said anything. Her legs were apart giving me total and unconditional access to kiss wherever I pleased. My conscience had given up the battle of arguing good and bad with me. No little figures on my right or left shoulder. All I wanted to do was to give my daughter ultimate pleasure. Something she would never forget, nor I.

I ran my fingernail down that secret, sensitive groove. Again no objection from Sophie. Perhaps she might think I would abandon her again, leave her unfulfilled, unsatified. Tracing my finger further down I sought Sophie’s own lubrication and found it in abundance. Coating my finger well with that precious fluid I repeated the path my finger had made before, replenishing the lubrication often and increasing the pressure until I finally reached the part where her clit was awaiting its turn for attention. I gave it a little to satisfy it temporarily.

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The cop was patting me on the butt cheeks with his billy club and telling me what a nice fuck I was as a second cop pulled up on a motorcycle, cut the engine, and stood the cycle up on its stand.

He strode over to us, and I could tell in an instant that he wasn’t here to help me escape the first cop. He also looked a lot younger and more fit than the first cop. I was shivering in anticipation.

“He had the sign in his window?” the second cop asked the first one. “You’re sure the sign was in the window?”

“Sure thing. Look for yourself.”

The second cop proceeded to walk behind my car and take a look at the rear window. He grunted a sign of satisfaction, and came back around to where I was cuffed to the police car. “Nice ride,” he said to the first cop.

“The Jag or the guy?” the first cop said, and then he gave a hoarse little laugh in appreciation of his own joke.

“Both,” the second cop said, and he too laughed. My ears burned from the comment. It was a silly thing to do, of course. The first cop had fucked me, and the second cop could see me with my naked butt hanging out, and I was embarrassed that they were talking about how nice a fuck I was. This wasn’t a time for logic, however.

I watched in anticipation mixed with consternation as the second cop stripped off his shirt. He was obviously a bodybuilder and very impressed with himself, as he had every right to be.

“You wanna do him here or on the bike?” the first cop asked.

“On the bike, I think. He looks like a real fun one.”

Cop number one uncuffed me from the rack on top of the cruiser and manhandled me over to the motorcycle, swung my leg over the seat, and pushed me down, chest up and bare butt on the smooth leather of the seat. I was handcuffed on either side to the handlebars of the bike. Cop number two unzipped his tight blue pants and pulled out a thick piece that was already loaded. He rolled a condom on, swung a leg over the bike below me, took my fulya escort calves in his gloved hands, and spread them wide. My butt dug into the cold leather of the saddle. Then he took aim, his barrel was rifling into me, and he was vigorously stroking. His hands moved up to take a strong hold on my thighs, and as he stroked in with his piece, he was pulling my hips back to meet him and then pushing me away as he pulled out of me. He was coming all of the way out of me and then stroking quickly and strongly all the way back in to the root. Cop number one was hunched over my chest, and he was working my nipples with his teeth and tongue.

I gasped and yelped in pain, but more because of what the first cop was doing to my nipples and because my tender butt was chafing on leather of the saddle. Otherwise, this was a glorious fuck. I plastered my eyes on those of the second cop, and I thrilled at the look of lust in his eyes as he stroked me. I could tell the instant that he was ready to fire off his rifle, and I gave a little lurch to my hips that made him explode, which also made firecrackers of satisfaction shoot through my own body.

And then the cops were all business. They both pulled away from me and adjusted their uniforms. I was released from the bike, and the first cop pulled my T back down onto my body. It stung where the material came into contact with the welts from the whipping. He then had me step back into my pants and he fastened me up. He forced me back into the driver seat of my car and handcuffed both of my hands to the steering wheel.

“Gotta take you in, Pretty Boy. Can’t resist arrest and not be taken in for a spell.”

“But, but, I didn’t . . .”

“Drive behind me. Dan here will be driving behind you. No use trying to slip away, ’cause you can’t get out of those cuffs. Just drive along behind me, like a good little piece of ass.”

We drove in tandem back to the state police building, where it bomonti escort appeared that the two of them were the only ones on duty.

“Okay, back in the tank,” cop number one said, as he manhandled me out of the car, through the door of the station, and toward the back room. I didn’t see cop number two again, which I sort of regretted, because he was the better looking of the two and had given me the better fuck.

There were four cells in the back room of the station, but only one occupant, a big Neanderthal trucker type wearing a gas station work uniform consisting of dark pants and a greasy striped shirt that was so dirty I couldn’t read the name on the pocket. He was so barrel chested that he was almost busting out of the shirt at the chest. His feet were stuffed into muddy construction-worker boots. He had been dozing on one of two cots in the cell when we entered the room. Even though the other three cells were empty, the cop forced me over to the occupied cell, unlocked the door, and pushed me in.

“Here, I brought you a present, Jack. A pretty boy; I’ve already tried him out myself. Good meat, if I do say so myself.”

“No, please, don’t” I whimpered, as the cop took first my right arm and cuffed it over the bars above my head and behind me and then my left arm to the other side, stretching me out, my back to the bars and me facing the inside of the cell and the grinning cop and the slobbering trucker type. There was a wooden bench below me, behind my thighs.

“Gotta go make some calls, Jack. Enjoy.” And the cop left the cell, shot the lock home, and started whistling as he sauntered back to the front of the facility.

“I do’n know, Juan,” the other prisoner was calling out to the cop’s disappearing back. “We could get into a lot of trouble over this.”

“Naw, it’s cool, Jack,” the cop called back over his shoulder before he disappeared up the hall. “He had a BARUF sign in the back window of his kurtuluş escort car.”

Once again he caught me wondering, what the fuck does baruf mean?

“Well, all right then,” Jack said to no one in particular. He stood there in front of me for about a minute, a sloppy grin on his face, drinking me in.

“No, please don’t . . .” I whimpered, but that was as much as I could get out, before he reached over with a big mitt, grabbed hold of the collar of my T, and just ripped it off my torso. Then he came into me with his beer breath and tried to kiss my lips while his was fiddling with my belt buckle and the zipper to my jeans. I turned my head, and his mouth landed in the hollow of my neck, where he bit me and then moved down to my chest and nipples, slurping and nipping. He took a couple of steps back as he pulled the jeans off my legs.

“Hot damn, Merry Christmas,” he exclaimed. He pulled his shirt over his head, his biceps and chest muscles rippling and bulging. Even his muscles seemed to have muscles. And when he’d pulled his pants off, I saw the most impressive muscle he had. He was almost as big and thick as cop number two had been. I gulped with arousal and anticipation. I had thought that my hundred dollars had been well spent on the two cops. This was quite a bonus. He gave an unearthly scream and plowed right into me. He pushed me up the bars with his hands under my thighs, and after a couple of swallowing pumps of my cock, got his mouth applied to my asshole and slobbered that up pretty well. I had my feet on the bench now, but he lifted my right leg off the bench and up almost to the bars with his left hand, while he was positioning his rod at my asshole. And then he was in, plunging to the root. Up went my other leg, and I was “hammocked” there, my wrists cuffed to the bars behind and above me, my legs being held up and out by strong hands, my welted back rubbing up against the bars, and my butt suspended in air, as my ass, firmly skewered by his big pole swayed in and out with his pumping motion.

He took even longer than the cops had to shoot off up my ass. But when he did, he just let me collapsed against the bars, pulled his shirt and pants back on, went back to his cot, turned his back to me, and soon drifted off into satisfied snores.

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Amateur

We both work in Angel Islington, most days we catch the same tube. Most days we stand close on the endless escalator. Most days we leave the station separate ways We never talk, some times I can smell her shampoo and sometimes and I can barely see her. I know she watches me, but she never catches my eye.

Three days ago she did. Momentarily, if it hadn’t been for the raised eyebrow I might not have noticed the look.

She walked off quite quickly, leaving me mouth open like a guppy. I regained my composure and followed her, keeping her in view. She glanced back at me, catching me leering and raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile.

She slowed down just enough so that I was almost directly behind her. I look down to her heels and follow the seem of her tights to her hips and arse which were flowing from side to side like a snake. I let my gaze drift up her back, to her exposed neck and imagine leaning into it and taking a deep breath.

We get to the escalators. She doesn’t get on till I’m right behind her. I can smell her pussy. She reaches behind and takes my hand and places it on her abdomen, which bursa escort is covered by her handbag, she links her fingers through mine and presses back her arse onto my hard cock.

I open my mouth to speak, sensing my folly she digs her nails into my fingers, hard, hard enough to draw blood.

With my other hand I ran my finger down her spine and felt her shiver; then let out a sigh as her thighs parted slightly.

I leaned in close to her ear and whisper, ‘I’m going to fuck you.’

She guides my hand down her waistband and underneath her tights and knickers.

Her lips are dripping, She slowly grinds her self against my fingers, her arse rubbing against my cock.

I resist every impulse in me to tear her clothes off right there on the escalator. The escalator starts to flatten out and she pulls my hand away from her and pushes my gently back. I quickly tuck my cock away. As I look up she’s walking fast, almost at a run and flies through the gates. I fumble with my oyster card and follow her through.

She’s moving away from me quickly, She exits the station before me and when I get bursa escort bayan out I can’t see her. I pace around the concrete pillars like a caged tiger, then I see her, across the road, hands on hips smiling at me. She turns around and walks off down the road. I follow her, but at a slight distance, just enough so that she has to every so often flick her head back to catch sight of me.

She gets faster, so do I.

I’m chasing her down Angel, she skits of into a tree filled gated park. I follow her. My hearts going like an ak47 and my breath feels like it’s part of a gale. I walk around the park so many times it starts to feels like the park is spinning around me.

I start to think that I must be going mad, that I’ve imagined the whole thing. So I sit down on a bench and drop my head into my hands trying to recover myself. I take a deep breath and all I can smell is her, my fingers are sticky with her juices.

I look up and there she is, leaning against a tree. There’s people walking through the park, but not many, and they’re all in their own heads. I walk over to görükle escort bayan her and notice she no longer has any tights on. She holds my gaze all the way.

I stand facing her, pin her arms above her head, then spin her round, so I have both of her wrist in one hand. With my other hand I lift up her skirt. Her pussy is so wet that she has juices on her thighs

I take my time, hold her like that and breath into her neck and below her ear.

She squirms against my hard cock, ‘Fuck me,’ she whispers.

‘What?’

‘Fuck me.’

‘Say please.’

She squirms so more, fighting against my grip, I’m stronger than her so she can’t get her hands free to get my cock out.

‘Oh you fucking bastered,’ she takes a deep breath, ‘just fucking fuck me.’

I undo my jeans and pull my cock out. It feels like we are magnetic as we meld together so instantly. I let her hands go so she can get some purchase against the tree and we fuck.

We fuck for hours or minutes, my hands explore her body, whilst her pussy squeezes and teases my cock. I feel her clit shudder as she shudders, then her pussy tightens and shakes inside as she comes, then I come. With every ejaculation I feel her shake in time with me.

I pull out quickly and put my cock away and pull down her skirt. Then walk away without looking back.

That was three days ago, we still get the same tube and she still watches me.

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The One Exception Ch. 02

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Laura was up before me. I could hear movement in the kitchen and smell things. I stretched, snuggling under the covers more, pulling them around me.

“Oh shit.” The headache crashed down on me all at once. It split open my head and filled it with barbwire. Then I remembered everything about last night. I thought I would be more worried, but I found myself smiling.

Laura was humming something in the kitchen and I got butterflies listening to her. Originally, this had just been mere attraction mixed with alcohol and curiosity. Now I didn’t understand why I wasn’t more concerned about what had happened. This wasn’t me at all.

Hearing the door open; I peeked up over the covers, her smile met me. She was dressed in a long t-shirt with ‘Peru’ in big black letters printed on the front.

“Good morning sleepy head.” She set down a tray with coffee and croissants on it “hungover?”

“Oh god yes!”

Giggling, she replied, “Me too, so I brought coffee and…” she picked up a packed of Cuprofen and threw them at me, “Something a little extra.”

“Thank you so much Laura.” Sitting up, I became aware I was actually naked. I lifted the duvet up with me to cover myself.

She noticed, “Oh please. Don’t be like that, are you forgetting last night?” With that, she crawled over to me and kissed me.

“No, I’m just a little more self-conscious than I was last night.” I said against her lips.

“Don’t be, you’re beautiful. I’ve never done that with a girl before and I never wanted to.”

“Me neither. It’s weird right?”

She sat back, legs crossed and picked up a mug. She shrugged, “Not really if you think about it. I mean, if you find a face attractive then you find a face attractive. People don’t have to be gay or bi to understand same sex beauty. And love doesn’t have to be constrained by anything.”

I choked on my own coffee, “…Love?”

“I wasn’t talking about us. Just love in general.” I noticed her cheeks were pink, “I like you. More than I like girls usually. So, why shouldn’t we be allowed to have one person who is the exception to the rule? You are a girl, sure, but you are also a person.”

“You’re the exception to my sexual orientation.”

We sat in silence facing each other for a while, drinking our coffee and nibbling at the croissants.

“You should probably have a shower.” She looked at where my thigh was underneath the duvet.

I looked down too, “You’re right. I can’t have crusty cum on my thigh on the train home.”

We laughed. Then Laura tuzla escort said, “I should too.”

Taking a Cuprofen I asked, “Where is your shower?”

She pointed to a door I hadn’t noticed off her bedroom, “In there. You can use any or all the towels you want, they’re all clean. Don’t lock the door though, it normally doesn’t unlock when you want to get out.” Her eyes looked at me over the rim of her cup.

“You don’t want me locking the door when I have a shower? Are you sure it’s because I could get locked in?” I questioned her, grinning.

The corners of her eyes creased so I could tell she was smiling, “Just don’t lock it. You said you don’t like small spaces last night, I’m sure being locked in a bathroom counts as a small space.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do. I remember every detail about last night.”

We looked at each other in silence, until I felt the urge to pee “I’ll go have this shower then.”

“Enjoy.” she called after me as I disappeared inside.

Being locked in this bathroom wouldn’t have been so bad; it was massive. There were two sinks with their own mirrors and towel rack. There was a toilet, with a round Jacuzzi bath and a walk in shower with the showerhead the size of a dinner plate. It was tiled white and grey. Next to the shower was a heated rack with a pile of white fluffy towels.

“It’s like a hotel here.” I muttered to myself.

The shower was amazing. There were jets on the wall that squirted from the side too so that every surface of skin was getting wet at the same time. I was just rinsing my hair free of shampoo when I heard a soft knock at the door- I grinned.

“May I come in?” Laura’s voice echoed around the bathroom.

“Can I stop you?” I had my back to the door.

“No”

“Then come in.” I closed my eyes, putting my face under the jets.

I heard the shower door open and felt the presence of another body close. Then I felt her hands around my waist, pulling me backwards a little so she could start kissing my neck. My hands could only dangle uselessly by my sides as she moved hers downwards.

“This shower is amazing.” I stated, it sounded stupid when I said it.

“Isn’t it. I’m sure you can have a lot of fun in this shower.”

Using my waist, she spun me around to face her. Water shimmered on her face and her hair clung to her forehead. It looked like she had tiny diamonds all over her skin. Gently, she walked me to the tiled wall and flattened me against it. She reached to the metal göztepe escort shelf and picked up a bottle of shower gel. Grinning, Laura lifted the cap with one finger and slowly squeezed it over my breasts. Dropping the bottle, she used both hands to lather it into a soapy mess and rubbed it all over me.

This was something your mum did to you when you were too young to bathe yourself, but this felt entirely different. She got on her knees, rubbing at my thigh where her dried cum was.

“Now, I must thank you for last night.” She said.

Steam was rising from the water and I could see the mirrors clouding over, “Thank me? You thanked me last night.”

“Not properly.” She looked up at me then disappeared under the soap.

The moment I felt her tongue there, flashbacks of last night appeared in my head. Her tight and glowing body in my arms. The way her hair cascaded around her shoulders and how she flicked it back when she reached orgasm. Everything about her was amazing. She was beautiful.

I watched the water trickle down my body and fall on her head where she knelt between my legs. With her hands, she took my ankles and slid them further apart so she had better access. No one had ever spent much time ‘down there’ before, none of my boyfriends had enjoyed it, I had always been the giver and never the receiver- so this was new to me. The way her tongue explored everything was completely new to me and felt amazing. Bringing my hands down, I dug my fingertips into her skull the same way she had done last night.

“Laura… I…” but it didn’t need explaining, she could feel the pulse and the clenching of my muscles around her tongue. She leant back on her haunches, looking at me as I got my breath back. Then she leaned forward again and gave one last lick around to taste me.

My eyes were closed but I felt her on level with me again- then she was rinsing off the soap that had settled on my skin with her hands. I was like a rag doll and was submissive as she turned me around and began lathering my back. Her kisses moved down my spine and on both bum cheeks- one after the other.

It was hard to breathe in the closeness of the steam but also in my state. When I turned back to her she was shampooing her own hair. Her eyes were closed and I brushed away the soap that was beginning to trickle down her forehead.

“Thanks.” She said.

“No problem.” I helped her rinse it off. When we were both soap free, I kissed her breasts, cupping them in my hands, feeling the lightweight üsküdar escort in each palm.

“You are so beautiful.” I said.

“You too.” She turned off the water and we stood their dripping.

Our skin met and we kissed again. I held her in my arms and felt her palms pressed against my back, pushing me to her.

It took me a while to get dressed. First, I had to find all my clothes, my jeans and pants were at opposite corners of the bedroom, my shirt was behind the sofa and my bra was hanging off the coffee table. Laura’s lace bra and top were also in the lounge. It really had been a night to remember.

With the Cuprofen fully in my system, my hangover had disappeared, or I was numb to the pain. Laura walked me to the flat door, but stood against it so I couldn’t leave.

“I want you to know that I don’t normally do that sort of thing, even with men. I know you probably don’t want a relationship or anything, not being a lesbian and all…” she smiled, “but, I’m not expecting that to be the end of it. Maybe we can meet up for another drink? Go for lunch or something…see what happens?”

For the first time, I saw she looked self-conscious. She wasn’t looking at me directly in the face.

This made me feel good, “I would love to do it again. You have my number; whenever you want to meet up, be it for lunch or a…coffee, then give me a call.”

Laura looked at me, smiling now “You sure?”

I tutted, grabbing her hands “Laura, I just did something I have never done with any other girl. You are far more than a friend to me now. I wouldn’t say you’re a lover, but you are not on the friend tier. This isn’t the end.”

She brought her hands around my neck and we embraced. I nestled my nose into her hair, smelling the orange shampoo I had just helped her wash it with.

Opening the door, she let me pass the threshold. Turning back, I saw she looked upset, “Don’t be sad Miss Laura. We will meet again.”

Slowly, she nodded, “I know. I just had so much fun last night. I will miss you.”

I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth, “Me too.”

An apartment door opposite opened and an older woman stepped out; she smiled at Laura who smiled and said a jolly “Hello” back.

“I should go.” I said, aware the old lady was looking at me strangely. “I’ll see you soon Laura.”

“Bye.” She stayed at the door until I had disappeared from view down the stairs.

As I opened the entrance door, I felt my phone vibrate. Looking at it, it said ‘Sam Calling’. I smiled; little did he know that we would both have sex stories to swap on the train home.

I picked up the phone, snuggled into my coat, took one last look towards the apartment block but didn’t know which window was hers, and strode towards the station.

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For Abdul Salame it was the best part of the day. The vision would carry him through the rest of the morning and on into the afternoon as it did every day that he saw her. The middle aged worker at the newsstand located outside the huge skyscraper downtown had made a game of it. Guess what the beautiful blonde lawyer was wearing. He was able to win his little internal game more often than not and why not, after watching her for over five years he knew every outfit she owned. She usually got to work early, around 7am which was fine with Abdul. That meant there was no one else around to interfere with his voyeuristic fun.

“Hello Abdul.” The young blonde announced with a smile as she approached the newsstand.

“Oh good morning Lis. The Times as usual?” The Sudanese immigrant handed her the paper and took her dollar. He smiled to himself as he had lost his game. He had guessed the summer weight blue pinstripe but she had surprised him with the stone colored outfit. It was the first time he had guessed wrong in a number of days.

“That’s it. Now you’re starting the citizenship process right.” The blonde was looking down into her large bag as she spoke dropping the change into the purse inside.

“Yes. Yes. That’s right.” The man was too enthralled with the touch of his customer’s hand from giving her the change to pay attention.

“Remember I’ve okayed it with the boss. We are going to handle this for you free of charge so come and see me soon alright?” She reminded him.

The black man could only smile in response he was so smitten. With that Lis Rome turned and pranced up the steps of the downtown office building. Abdul watched the performance as she climbed the 50 steps. She was like any of the other people going to work in the city, although, as Abdul would attest too, she did it looking better than just about anyone else. Ms. Rome’s hair stuck out in a crowd as did her athletic 5″-8″ frame resplendent in the stone colored business suit. The tailor who fitted Lis for all her suits knew what she was doing. The material showed off all the important body parts, her swaying hips and small but pert cleavage. Yet the summer suit wasn’t so tight that it was obscene. After all Ms. Rome was an ambitious lawyer at Collins, Kelly & Witt not some tarty secretary out looking for a breadwinning husband as much as collecting a paycheck. The statuesque blonde had a career and if things kept going well a future partnership at the firm which was located on floors 19 through 22 in the building. Still the beautiful attorney knew that looks counted so she dressed the part.

As she moved through the lobby to the bank of elevators Lis got her share of stares. The suit skirt was short and the black high heel pumps showed off her long legs. The calf and thigh muscles bulged behind tan skin that was smooth and polished from a recent leg waxing. She said hello to Anna at the reception desk. The pretty middle aged woman with the Mediterranean features had been with the firm for 15 years and was exceptional at keeping the unwanted salesman and stockbrokers away from the 55 lawyers employed there.

Lis’ office was large but only because none of the lawyers above her grade really wanted it. While many of the other offices were smaller they had a panoramic view of the city and the river below. Additionally their assistants were located right outside in the large bullpen made up of paralegals and secretaries. Meanwhile Lis’ office was down a corridor, windowless and in a remote corner. Many jokingly called it the playpen. Lis didn’t mind it. She had more privacy than anyone in the office.

This Monday morning would be no different than most others. Lis was only 33 years old but she was one of the better litigators in the firm. She seemed to be at her best with white collar criminal defense work and litigating civil cases. She was great in the courtroom, a rare talent that the partners saw as future greatness in the legal profession. Lis was at her desk finishing up the settlement paperwork on a corporate client’s embezzlement case when Judd Witt knocked on her open door.

“Good morning how’s our litigating superstar today?” The firm patriarch inquired with his usual broad smile. Judd Witt was the last of the founding members of Collins, Kelly & Witt. He brought in many of the best clients that accounted for a great deal of the revenue at the firm. Over the past couple of years when one of his clients went to court more often than not he called on Lis.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen Roger yet this morning.” Lis responded and smiled up at her mentor.

“Ha! I could have sworn you passed him in the rankings last week!” Atty. Witt loved a good sense of humor. Lis had referred to Roger Gordon the current top dog in the litigation department.

“Not in this lifetime. So how was your weekend?” Lis returned as Judd closed the door to her office bringing a folder with him.

“Very boring but I do like not having to come in here so often. You and a few others have taken up much suadiye escort of the slack and I appreciate it.” Judd sometimes got a little sentimental with Lis. He felt that close to her.

“Just doing my job.” Lis replied trying to cut short the soft moment.

“And today is a work day and I have some more for you!” The managing partner bellowed in his famous tenor voice.

“Good. With the Keltic litigation done I could do with another case.” Lis informed him.

“This one is a little tricky to say the least. He’s not one of our usual clients. Xavier Washington was one of Briger’s deals.” Judd explained.

“Oh God not another one!” Lis smiled and shook her head.

Sam Briger had been one of the more flamboyant partners in the history of Collins, Kelly & Witt. While he brought in some huge Wall Street clients, Briger had engaged some very eclectic clients as well. Clients that had ran with him in his very crazy lifestyle.

“I am afraid that this one may be the wildest yet. Xavier Washington, or X as he is called, has done some big deals through the firm but …, well … there’s no other way to say it. He’s a pimp. He runs probably the most exclusive escort service in the city.” The elder lawyer stated with a look that somehow combined sheepish with disdain.

“Oh great, I can’t wait to dig into this one.” Lis just didn’t need this one a Monday.

“It’s not what you think. You wouldn’t even know what he did if you saw him. He actually runs a sizable real estate business as well. He had a run in with one of his tenants and they pressed charges against him. He’s actually in the right on this one.” Judd explained.

“So you want me to work out a deal for him on this one?” Lis asked.

“Oh I would have turned this over to one of our lesser colleagues if that’s what this was all about. X told me that he wants to keep his record clean. You see he has this funny notion about being an innocent man despite his profession. I told him that he would have to pay our full hourly rate. Good luck.” Judd Witt handed the folder over the desk to Lis.

“Judd I know you try to avoid having too high brow a reputation here and that’s fine with me. If you don’t mind me asking why are we working with a guy like this?” Lis inquired.

“Oh I don’t mind answering that one. As I said X not only runs a very high class escort service, he owns a great deal of property in this city. He’s quite a good businessman. The fees for his real estate transactions have been significant and of course he was one of Briger’s boys. Always a laugh a minute with Sammy.” The senior partner smiled and then turned and left the office.

Xavier Washington arrived at 2pm. He was ushered into Lis’ office. The blonde attorney met him at her office door and she was mildly surprised. Lis had seen all sorts at the various city courthouses and this man didn’t seem like a pimp at all. Mr. Washington was a very good looking black man he was wearing a nice conservative business suit and his demeanor would fit in with any of the lawyers on the floor. Lis shook hands with her newest client. She noticed that in her 4″ Jimmy Choo pumps she was eye to eye with the very handsome black man.

“Have a seat Mr. Washington.” Lis walked around her desk and sat in her chair.

“Thanks Ms. Rome. First, let me tell you how appreciative I am that you’d take my case. I realize that you’re used to bigger fish with better reputations.” Xavier Washington flashed an infectious smile.

“Well to be honest just because some of the fish in here wear white collars when they do their crimes doesn’t mean they don’t stink.” Both Lis and Xavier chuckled.

“In any event Mr. Washington I don’t care if you’re Charles Manson in here for a traffic ticket, I’m going to give you my total attention and best effort.” Lis finished.

“Well that makes me feel a lot better. Believe it or not I’ve never been arrested before.” Xavier admitted.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened.” Lis inquired.

“I had these tenants in one of my buildings. It started out nice. They paid every month for a year and a half. Then they began to complain about everything, even had the health inspector down a couple of times. This is for a clothing store! The inspector said if they nagged him again he’d have them arrested!” The black man was animated but Lis noticed very much in control.

“How did you get arrested?” Lis asked calmly.

“Okay. I found out that all they wanted to do was move to another store front. I had another 3 ½ years on the lease. I confronted them and said they could move but I wanted rent for four months. I could get a tenant in that time. So what do they do? They stopped paying rent and moved anyway. They left some things behind after sneaking out in the middle of the night. The next day I moved out some inventory and furniture to clear space. One of the guys came by just as I was finishing. He did everything to get me to hit him. He pushed me, kicked me but I never hit him. I did push yakacık escort him back a couple of times though.” Xavier finished his story.

“The police arrested you later that day?” Lis asked.

“Ms. Rome, they know who I am. What I do. I swear to God I wouldn’t hurt a hair on anyone. You can ask anyone who works for me. And just so you know I don’t expect you to like what I do but I do it as a gentleman.”

“I’m not here to judge you. You’re not going to have to worry about that. I do need the police report you brought with you. I’m going to meet with the prosecutor at the end of the day.” Lis said matter of factly trying to hide her contempt for his profession.

Xavier handed her the paperwork. “I’ve been told that who you get as a prosecutor can make a difference. Is that true?”

“Sometimes.” The blonde attorney smiled. “We’ve got Corinna Everlund. She’s reasonable. I’m going to try and get this thrown out as just a landlord-tenant dispute. Would you pay a small fine for a misdemeanor if it came to that?”

“I’d think about it but understand I’m innocent.” He responded.

“I understand.” Lis got up and walked around her desk. “As I said I’m going to do my best for you.” She held out her hand. As Mr. Washington got up to shake her hand Lis noticed him checking out her legs.

“Ms. Rome if you can help me I’ll owe you big time!” The black man’s response and smile made him seem like a little kid.

2

Lis Rome made her way to the third floor of the prosecutor’s office. Corinna Everlund’s office was at the end of the hall. She knocked on the door and poked his head inside.

“Hi Cory.” Lis smiled at the prosecutor as she walked through the office door.

“How are you Lis? Come in and have seat.” Atty. Everlund stood and walked around her desk. She was an inch or two taller than Lis and had the body of a fitness model. She had been a track and field star in college and although that was 15 years ago she looked like she hadn’t lost a step. Her trim muscular physique intimidated and turned on more than a few male defense attorneys although around a beautiful woman like Lis Rome the prosecutor’s own sexuality became obvious. She couldn’t help but give the curvy blonde a serious going over as she walked through the door. Lis sat down at the small conference table and crossed her legs making sure to give the assistant district attorney an eyeful. Normally Lis wouldn’t think of teasing Corinna but intuition told her that this case was going to be important to her and not an easy one. She knew she was right as soon as her counterpart sat down next to her.

“You know there isn’t much I can do for your friend Mr. Washington. I can save us all a trial and offer 2 years. The woman’s chiseled face and almond shaped brown eyes scanned the defense attorney for any mental sign of weakness.

“Ugh counselor this was a shoving match.” Lis responded.

“I know but it’s what the DA wants.” The prosecutor applied her leverage.

“Look Cory I know what this guy does for a living and I’m not the happiest girl in the courthouse now that I have to defend him. Have your bosses gotten so lazy that they have to pin something as lame as this on Mr. Washington? Do they really think this is going to end the world’s oldest profession?” Lis calmly shot back.

“I guess we’re going to court then.” Cory added.

“Well just so your so called victims, and I use that term lightly, know that they can’t use you as their personal law firm. Here are copies of the civil suit we are filing against them for breaking the lease, damage to property and Mr. Washington’s business as said building. It’s for $1.67 million. I’d let you break the news to them that they’re playing at the varsity level from now on but the sheriff has probably already served them.” The blonde haired attorney handed the papers over to the prosecutor.

“Varsity level huh?” Corinna smiled.

“Complete with $400 an hour players. That’s what it’s going to cost for these weasels to stay in the game and defend this civil suit. Come on Corinna these people wouldn’t even negotiate in good faith to be released from their lease. How do you think they’ll look on the stand?” Lis fired another salvo.

Corinna Everlund smiled at Lis. She thought the blonde was the sexiest woman she’d ever laid her eyes on. The prosecutor had spent her entire life as an athlete. Perfection in physical presentation had been her life’s ambition. So this beautiful young blonde haired woman really made her juices flow. Smart, warm and built with a feminine muscularity that Corinna thought was almost as flawless as her own physique. The prosecutor could really see herself with Lis and these thoughts had taken up considerable space in her thoughts. She had begun to really fall hard for the defense attorney.

Corinna decided to change tacks. “I feel bad making you came all the way down here for nothing. Let me buy you a drink.”

Lis could feel the heat coming from across the table and it unnerved şerifali escort her a little. “Oh I really shouldn’t. I have to get back to the office.”

“Maybe some other time then.” The muscular dishwater blonde gave Lis a lascivious smile making her intentions even more obvious.

“Okay.” Lis stuttered as she got up to leave. She was stunned. Corinna had flirted with her before but never had she made such an aggressive pass at her. Maybe it was frustration from having been handed such a weak case. Lis suspected that someone up above had stuck Corinna, who usually handled much tougher cases, a real shit sandwich with X Washington. For whatever reason someone really had it out for her client and with Corinna as the prosecutor things weren’t going to be easy. While she was an extremely fair woman she wasn’t the kind of prosecutor that rolled over for anyone even if she wanted to sleep with the defense attorney.

3

It was late in the afternoon by the time Xavier Washington sauntered into Lis Rome’s offices. She had broken most of the bad news to Xavier over the phone so there were going to be few surprises.

“Why so blue counselor? The sun’s sure to come up tomorrow.” The black man gave his lawyer a broad smile as he poked his head into her office.

Lis looked up and saw that X was dressed down but still looked good, real good. He had on a rose colored dress shirt and a pair of grey slacks. He exuded confidence and class and he had made an impression on the young blonde haired lawyer. Lis had grown more and more disturbed with his business interest. Every time she saw him or talked to X on the phone she wondered how such a nice man could get tangled up in such a hideous profession. Sure he had branched out into real estate and by all reports and rumors around the office those ventures seemed to becoming a bigger and bigger part of his life which was a good thing. Still what Lis found more disturbing than his questionable business practice was the fact that she actually cared about what this man did to make his money.

“I’m glad you’re keeping a stiff upper lip, Mr. Washington.” Lis replied as she got up from the couch that was against the side wall in her office and shook his hand.

“That’s not the only thing that’s getting stiff on me looking at that fine body.” He thought as he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Lis’ desk. “I should have warned you that with my reputation things would be more difficult and please call me X.”

“Well X that’s some of the bad news, the good news is this charge is a joke. Your so called victims were served with papers for the civil suit yesterday. They may not be so cooperative with the criminal trial now.” Lis reported.

“That’s great I just want this behind me. You said that was some of the bad news though.” X was curious.

“Well the prosecutor we drew is usually a no nonsense lawyer. She wouldn’t have proceeded with this unless she was being pushed.

“Who’s the prosecutor?” X asked with keen interest.

“Corinna Everlund” Lis answered

“You had mentioned Legs Everlund at the last meeting.” The black man let out a breath and leaned back. For a brief moment his face betrayed a sort of panic. “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to be sexist. I know she’s good. That’s just her nickname on the street amongst some of those that have had to deal with her if you know what I mean.”

“Really?” Lis was curious now.

“I’ve never met the woman but some of the fellas say she’s quite a sight.” X continued carefully as he thought about how the prosecutor’s legs might match up with those displayed in front of him now.

“She’s in very good shape if that’s what you mean and as you had said a very good prosecutor.” Lis said slowly with a knowing smile. She was finding X’s personality totally against the stereotype of a pimp.

“Well what do we do now?” He asked.

“We have to wait and see what this civil suit brings. The lack of evidence may cause this to die on the vine too. So we have to hang tight for now with the criminal side. Still we need to research what’s driving this problem.” Lis explained.

“What do you mean? Those assholes, pardon my French, want to get out of our lease and make me twist in the wind.” X emphasized.

“X what I’m saying is that someone with significant juice is pushing this situation. There’s no other reason why Everlund and her boss would proceed with such shaky evidence. I’m not just patronizing you when I explain this case in those terms. In short X, someone up there doesn’t like you.” Lis broke it to her client.

“Look, I don’t mistreat the people that work for me. I think you’ve seen I’m a pretty regular guy. I don’t make enemies.” The black man was doing his best to keep his eyes from straying all over his attorney’s legs which were crossed right in front of him.

“You have to admit that you work in what could best be described as a controversial industry. I have to guess that you may have enemies you don’t even know about.”

“In other words you want me to check things out. See if someone’s hasn’t been happy with my lifestyle.”

“I would think more on an individual basis. If this was someone trying to make a statement against your business there’d be others like you in trouble.”

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