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You’re on the floor, naked and waiting just as he instructed you to do. Where is he? Why has he left me alone? Finally, you hear the door click and creak open and your heart races preparing for all he will do to you again.

It’s dark, only a small fire from the corner lights the room, but you know he can easily see your pale body against the dark blanket. Without a word, he leans over you and gently rolls you to the side, so you are facing away from him; your pussy clenches and aches in desire.

You feel his hand stroke your shoulder and his finger tips graze the tops of your breasts then cup the undersides. He’s being nice again and you love it. When he begins to nip and lick the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, goose bumps spring to the surface of your skin and you can’t hold back your moans. Your hips push back against him, seeking his cock, and your nipples pebble into hard little points.

He slaps your ass; hard, almost too hard. It stings and hurts, but the electricity shoots through your body in an instant and you feel it surge all across your back, down your arms and between your legs. It hurts, but you want him to do it again. He reaches around with his hand between your legs. You arch your hips further towards him, wanting to feel some part of him, any part inside you. He slides just one finger in, it feels… it feels… oh it feels wet… perfect. He leans to your ear and utters his first words.

“mmmh… my dirty little slut! Have you been playing with your pussy without me?” You moan and as he slides his finger up and down the length of your wet pussy. He grabs your arm. “Does my little slut like that?” he growls in your ear.

His kuşadası escort rough voice echoes in your ear and you clench your body in anticipation. “I said does my little slut like that?” he barks slapping your ass again. “Yes” you say, “yes yes!” He slaps it again and it angers you. You’re not a slut, and you hate him for forcing you to say it, but you can’t stand it anymore, you want his warmth, his strength and his cock inside you. “If I’m a slut then start fucking me like one,” you shout in rebellion pushing your ass back at him again.

“Oh no,” he says “my little slut cums when I want her to.”

Your frustration burns, you can barely stand it. You need his cock inside you, in your mouth, in your pussy, oh… you want it, I’ll even take in my ass, just give to me you scream inside. He flips you over onto your back again and before you know what he will do, he has tied one of your wrists with some kind of string. He grabs the other and ties them together and then pulls it above your head, you fight back, but it’s too late, he’s tide you. Your hands are bound above your head.

As he leans over you tying you something you can’t see, you look down between his legs and see his hard cock. It is only inches from your face. “That’s right,” you say “give it to me!” He leans back and rubs his cock rub against your nipples. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth my dirty little slut,” he whispers.

You smile, but he quickly pushes his cock past your lips and into my mouth. You love the velvety feel of his hard dick on your tongue, and you start licking and sucking it. You know he likes it because you feel him grabbing your shoulders. He grabs kuşadası escort bayan your head and starts thrusting into your mouth. You can barely take all of him in, but he just keeps fucking your mouth. His whole body is over you and you really feel his strength.

You turn your body to the left, freeing your mouth from his cock. You start moving your body any way you can to relieve the intense ache. You think only one thought: I want to cum, I need to cum, oh please make me cum. You push your nipples around on his legs as he straddles you. The rough hair gives you some satisfaction. Then, suddenly as if he can read your mind he moves one of his legs in between yours. “Oh yes!” you say without realizing it. He knows you needed that. You start to hump your pussy against his knee. You are so wet at this point; it must surprise him. He grabs your head and slides his cock up to your face and you willing open your mouth to please him. You feel his cock tense and harden, he’s about to cum.

Your pussy is throbbing. If you could just thrust your clit a little bit harder with longer stroke on his leg you would be able to explode. He realizes this, and takes his whole body away from you: cock and all. You whimper.

“Not yet,” he says as you feel him grab both sides of your hips.

He twists you over and bites your ass. You yelp in pain and surprise, but amazingly, your pussy gushes more wetness. Then as he licks and soothes the bite, he jerks you back and pulls your hips back towards him. You face is on the blanket and your hands are stretched outwards above your head, your ass and pussy are exposed to him. He reaches around and escort kuşadası grabs your nipples, pinching and twisting them sharply. You love it and start to push your ass back against his chest. He leans back and you feel him moving ever further back where you want him to go; inside you, anywhere!

His tongue rims your ass and you push back harder, wanting more. He growls and roughly pushes you forward, releasing the painful twist in the string that tie your wrists.

“Up your knees, my dirty slut,” he says as he grabs your hips pulling your pussy to the height he wants.

With no more warning you feel his cock slide into you. His balls slap against you. His hands stroke up your back lightly, gently, then come around to your breasts and grab them roughly. Once he has his fingers clamped onto your nipples, he uses them as an anchor as he starts to slam into you as hard as he can. The pull and pinch on your nipples along with the harsh pounding your pussy is taking from him drives you over the edge.

You start ramming your hips back against him to meet his thrusts. You twist your body to increase the pain in your nipples and wrists. Your pussy is just starting to contract on the first ripples of an orgasm when he lets go of one of your nipples, pulls back his hand, and slaps you hard on my ass.

Your whole body contracts from the shock. Your orgasm flows through you like the sting of his slap and you start to scream. The tightening of your muscles around his cock starts to milk him and his pounding into you becomes a slamming. It’s raw.

Then he slows and you feel that beautiful cock attached to that man begin to pump into you. You love it. Your pussy just keeps milking him. You cum for longer than you’ve ever have before. He pinches your ass hard and yells something about fucking his dirty little slut, but you can hardly think. He’s fucking you like a slut and you hate him for it, but you love being his dirty little slut.

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Hidden Valley Pt. 04

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As Polly Menard and her girl friends disappeared into the lobby, the mayor of Johnson took Romy’s arm and escorted her back to the stage, plunking her again in the seat beside him to watch the next show in the Summer Fuck Festival. Before I had time to reflect on what the next act in this festival of sexual excess might be, the sheriff and two deputies appeared beside me and muscled me over to the St. Andrews cross in the middle of the hall.

I had no time to think as they pushed me up against the cross with my back to it. They grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, attaching them spread wide to the upper arms with restraints bolted to the wood. The same happened to my ankles attached to the lower arms of the cross, thus spreading my legs open and ready for abuse.

A tall woman with short, black hair approached me wearing a black rubber mask, a black leather belt hung with whips, knee-length black leather boots, and nothing else. She moved with a feline grace, so I thought of her as the Cat Woman, a black cat who was crossing my path.

Her boobs were large and round with little pink nipples, and her dark cunt hair had been trimmed into a narrow landing strip. She was flicking a riding crop menacingly but said nothing, surveying my naked form from several angles. Then without warning, the first blow landed directly on my erect penis.

At the time of the first searing pain in my penis, I felt outrage that, in this Land of the Giant Penis where men were so dominant, I should be sexually abused and punished. I learned later that although the men of Johnson were expected to be dominant all the time, many had developed a strong need to lay aside their burden of responsibility from time to time and let a woman dominate them. So the Land of the Giant Penis also had a dominatrix, a woman who could provide men with the release of being sexually submissive.

The good citizens of Johnson wanted me to understand this in a direct and painful way. “Aaaiiiooooo,” I yelled as more blows fell up and down the shaft of my penis, followed by a couple of well aimed slaps with the leather tip of the riding crop on my testicles.

The Cat Woman then delivered great, sweeping, side-to-side slaps of my penis with her open hand, back and forth, back and forth, alternating slaps with vigorous frigging of my shaft to keep it stiff and vibrating with arousal but not ejaculating. Pain, then pleasure: repeat.

She stepped back and motioned to two deputies who unlocked my ankle cuffs and elevated my legs up and back to another set of rings on the upper arms and locked them down. This completely exposed my cock, balls, and asshole to her attack. She chose a black flogger with short, leather tails and began to flog my thighs, buttocks, and anus, landing random blows on my cock and balls for good measure.

When my bum and asshole had turned fiery red, she extended her hand to feel their heat and feel my tortured body trembling. With a satisfied sneer, she took a dildo out of the pouch on her belt and greased it with a thick cream from a squeeze tube.

The blue plastic dildo had a knurled surface—little cross-hatched lines cut into it—and a tapered shape, narrow at the tip rising in a series of bumps to a thick shaft and handle. This she jammed into my bum hole in a series of twisting pushes that forced my anus to open wide. “Aaaarrrgghh,” I yelled as the dildo invaded my rectum.

At the same time, the cream that the Cat Woman had slathered on the dildo, cream that had worked its way into the dildo’s cross-hatched surface, coated the inner walls of my rectum liberally and deeply as she twisted and turned the intruder. The cream contained an irritant that burned and itched and a medication that made me horny as hell. My cock stood up kuşadası escort harder and stiffer than it ever had, an iron bar with a velvet head bobbing up to my navel. This she commenced to frig again with one hand while the other continued to screw the dildo into my bum.

Then she stopped. From the pouch on her belt, she took two large gunmetal clamps and attached them firmly to my nipples, wiggling them hard to ensure they were embedded securely in my tender flesh. Then she removed two lead weights from the pouch and hooked them onto the ends of each of the nipple clamps. The weights looked and felt like musket balls that bounced and danced with every motion of my body, pulling on the clamps and stretched the soft tissue of my nipples. Then she started again to frig my cock and fuck my bum with the dildo.

The Cat Woman alternated like that for a long time, stroking my penis expertly and stopping in order to deny me the release of an orgasm. Then she decided to apply more pain. From her pouch she took two more clamps, gripped the loose skin on my scrotum, and attached the clamps to my balls, adding lead weights that stretched my ball sac grotesquely toward the floor.

From her devil’s pouch, the Cat Woman then withdrew two long needles which she proceeded to push mercilessly in opposite directions entirely through my testicles as I screamed and pulled uselessly at the chains that held me to the cross.

She returned to frigging my penis into a cock stand that stuck out straight from my scrotum. Caught as I was between pain and pleasure, I didn’t notice the Cat Woman unhook another whip from her black belt, this one a long, thin strand of leather on a long handle. The renewed jolt of pain in my penis as the whip wrapped its stinging leather around my shaft soon brought me back to full awareness. As the whipping continued, my mind became lost in a haze between the extreme sensations of pleasure and pain, locked onto the St. Andrew’s cross in full view of the crowd of naked festival goers.

In a sudden moment of awareness, I found myself looking toward the stage, vainly hoping to catch sight of Romy. Instead, I saw the sheriff and his deputies intently watching my cock and ball torture and speaking to the mayor, who seemed to nod in agreement. They approached the St. Andrew’s cross and, to my great relief, motioned to the Cat Woman to stop.

After another gesture of command, she removed the needle from my testicles and the clamps on my nipples and balls. The mayor then motioned the deputies to release me from my bonds and help me down to the floor while others moved the cross to a side wall. I was then frog marched over to the thick, circular mattress hung with straps and restraints on the rotating stage where Polly Menard had been deflowered. The white cotton sheet was still stained with her hymeneal blood.

Next the crowd parted and the deputies brought forward the naked, struggling figure of a young woman of about twenty-five. They forced her down onto the mattress on her back and secured her wrists to the side restraints. In the same manner, they fastened her shapely long legs spread out wide to the sides of the mattress and stood back to let the crowd take in the spectacle of this next victim of lust.

This maiden fair, I learned, was Brittany Dean, considered to be the least submissive young woman in Johnson. The mayor and council had decided to force her to submit to me, the stranger, as a public lesson in proper humility and surrender to men’s lusts. They also wanted to test my sexual resilience after my ordeal on the St. Andrew’s cross. The test was a sexual performance on top of this young woman who was most reluctant to submit to a fucking.

Her skin was pale as milk, and her breasts kuşadası escort bayan were large, round love bubbles topped with succulent strawberry nipples. Her face was a perfectly symmetrical oval framed with a riot of thick, wavy reddish blonde hair that flowed down her cheeks and throat onto her substantial breasts. Her eyes flashed green and her freckled nose flared as she snarled at her captors, twisting her full, sensuous lips into a snarl of defiance that curved upwards at the corners toward dimpled cheeks. She was a goddess, alright, however warlike. I wanted her as soon as I saw her.

And she was indeed mine to fuck in front of them all. I stood between two deputies, trembling with fatigue and desire, taking deep breaths to recover from Cat Woman’s assault on my ass, cock and balls. The mayor nodded to them, and they marched me forward to the mattress. The crowd began a “Hoo Hoo Hoo” chant and clapped for me to climb up on the mattress and begin the fuck. Their jeers and whistles made it clear they wanted to see the stranger’s cock enjoying one of their most desirable and reluctant cunts.

And she was desirable. As I knelt on the mattress between her legs, the landscape of her naked body appeared to my eye like some impossibly romantic, sexual fantasy land. My gaze circled with the inevitability of male lust from her beautiful face and features down in shameless circles around her heaving breasts topped with pert nipples, and then across the dell of her soft belly and navel into the valley between her outstretched thighs to the secret mossy grotto of her cleft.

Her pubic hair was a slightly darker version of the strawberry blonde hair on her head. It gracefully accentuated the fleshy pubic mound atop her vulva and highlighted the thick, full lips of her pussy which were already beginning to moisten and swell with arousal. I could even see the tip of her clitoris poking its curious head up from its hiding place between her cunt lips.

I believe I will carry that image with me to my grave. An immense desire to feel my prick pushing aside her plump pussy lips swept over me and compelled me to dive my cock down into the damp gorge of femininity that disappeared mysteriously up in between the furred edges of her cunt. I became desperate to invade its moist, secret depths and deposit the essence of my being in the cavern of her vagina.

I got my wish. The Cat Woman appeared beside me and took my cock in her hand, frigging it firmly and pulling it toward the girl’s cunt. She even held open the pussy lips and aimed the head of my cock at the girl’s vaginal entrance.

I took over then, my rod so stiff and throbbing I thought it had developed a life of its own. As I ran its cherry-red glans up and down her cleft and over her clit and inner lips, her lubricating juices made a wet, sucking sound that invited my penis to plumb the depths of her cunt. A slight push from my hips and the head was inside, enveloped in the aromatic moist warmth of her pussy. An assertive forward thrust of my whole penis and I was inside her, buried up to the balls in the most incredible cunt I’d ever fucked.

I fell forward on Brittany’s naked body and pounded away, my cock hammering in her pussy, my hands stroking her breasts and thighs, my lips seeking her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her luxurious feminine flesh. I don’t know to this day where I found the energy to enjoy her charms so forcefully, but I couldn’t stop driving my rock-hard penis into her vagina.

The circular stage had begun to rotate again, this time more slowly, so that the audience could see our fucking from all angles. They set up a rhythmical clapping and chanting, timed with my hard cock thrusts up into that gorgeous cunt. I played to the crowd, escort kuşadası leaning up so they could get a better view of my wet cock shaft moving between her honey cunt lips.

Eventually I slowed my thrusting and stopped to take a breath and hold my cock deep into her cunt and feel her female warmth. As I fucked Brittany, I was aware that the Cat Woman had not left the bed, but had knelt behind me. I didn’t see her strap on the big, black dildo or see her squeeze lube into her hand until I felt its cool touch on my butt hole. A moment later, the dildo followed.

The Cat Woman’s naked form hunched over mine, driving the dildo into my ass. As I resumed fucking Brittany, she timed her strokes with mine, and I had my first experience of my cock in a woman’s cunt while another woman fucked my ass, and I admit I loved it. So did the audience. They raised a cheer at the sight of my cock in a cunt and a dildo in my ass, fucking and being fucked. When she realized I was being reamed too, Brittany sneered at me between grunts as I slammed into her wonderful cunt.

As my balls tightened in that telltale tension that signals the onset of orgasm, I slowed my thrusting to prolong the ecstatic, whole-body delight of sexual intercourse with the beautiful, nubile female creature under me.

At the same time, the Cat Woman withdrew the dildo from my ass, removed the strap on, and knelt in front of me on the bed, her legs astride Brittany’s head and her pussy thrust forward in my face. She pulled the naked lips of her cunt open and forced my tongue inside, moving my head so my tongue lapped up and down across her clitoris and into her vagina.

Then our sex machine built up speed as the stage rotated, showing the whole crowd every angle of our threesome absorbed in a furious fuck. My cock became a white-foamed blur in Brittany’s gorgeous pussy and my balls smacked audibly on her asshole with each thrust up her cunt, and each forward lunge into the bowl of her hips brought my mouth and tongue up and into the Cat Woman’s pussy. My chin dripped with cunt juice that trickled down onto Brittany’s mouth and chin which threatened to choke her, so I lowered my face to hers momentarily and kissed the juices away.

The Cat Woman began to pant heavily and groan as her arousal reached a new plateau, and at the same time, Brittany began to moan and gasp for air as her body responded to the driving penis in her vagina.

Then the dam broke, and we all cried out and howled with sexual bliss as orgasm after orgasm coursed through our bodies. Brittany’s cunt filled with jet after jet of my warm semen, and my cock ran up and down in a cunt flooded with her lubricants.

As I filled Brittany with sperm, the Cat Woman’s vulva squirted her fluids into my mouth and she fell backwards onto the bed, writhing and sobbing and shaking with the ferocity of her orgasm.

The crowd fell silent at the sheer, ecstatic violence of our sexual release as I continued to pound Brittany’s pussy with a penis that, to my surprise, was reluctant to shrink and leave her warm vaginal confines.

The applause and whistles were loud and prolonged as my penis finally withdrew from Brittany’s cunt, and the Cat Woman got off the bed. The deputies released Brittany from her bonds so she could stand up.

I blushed out of modesty and a certain embarrassment that they had all been watching my naked body in that state of extreme arousal, but then Brittany came to me and took me by the hand. The audience stand near us whooped and cheered at this. Their wildcat woman had been tamed by my big cock.

I was still feeling overcome with raw desire for her when Brittany pressed herself against me and looked searchingly into my eyes, watching my face as I gazed at her luscious body and caressed the shimmering beauty of her naked body with my roving hands. Then she knew the depth of my passion for her, so she leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I took her ardently in my arms and kissed her back.

Who says love and sex can’t go together?

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Her New Professor Pt. 05

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Chapter 1 The Morning After the Night Before

First thing the next morning Riley stormed into the Professor’s office.

“Where were you last night?” she yelled at him, throwing punches at his chest with her small hands.

He held her wrists, restraining her easily.

“I was called away to the hospital. . . my wife. . .”

Riley froze.

“They thought she was having a miscarriage.”

Riley didn’t know what to say.

“Is she…?”

“She’s okay, and the baby’s okay. Why what happened?”

Riley collapsed into the chair.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing happened.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Amber got hurt.”

“Amber? Who’s Amber?”

“Fucking Amber from my fucking course that you fucking sent there!”

“Oh. . . that Amber. . . Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Riley began to cry.

“I don’t know whether I can do this anymore.” she said.

He knelt in front of her and took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly.

“I need you, Riley. You can’t leave me, not now, you’re my muse.”

“You bastard, don’t. . .”

He kissed again more urgently, tasting the tears on her lips.

She didn’t respond, but then submitted as she felt his passion for her. But then she pushed him back.

“But what about those girls? They were from the Uni, Amber said you set them up.”

He shrugged, “They needed cash, I helped them to earn some. They knew what the situation was.”

Riley looked dubious.

“I don’t think Amber did.”

“Then she’s a silly bitch, what did she think she was going there for? If I had been there then I could have sorted it if someone was getting out of line.”

“So, are you some kind of pimp?”

“No, I resent that. A lot of girls come to me with money problems, I just link them up with people who can help. I’m doing them a favour.”

“So what sort of things do you link them up with?”

“Oh, just being a hostess really, like Amber last night.”

Riley knew this wasn’t completely true as Amber had told her about the girl at the lap dancing club, but thought she might keep that knowledge to herself for now, although she did want to know how much further he might have gone.

“So. . .” he said, with a twinkle in his eyes, “what did you think of the show?”

She punched him again, but with less intent this time.

“You bastard.”

“You know it and that’s why you love me. So?”

“It was really hot, the guys there were just, like, wow!”

He started teasing her by kissing her neck.

“What did they do that turned you on?”

“They fucked one of the girls in all her holes at once.”

“Mmmmm, that does sound sexy.” He dropped his head and found her nipple with his teeth through her t-shirt. “Would you like that one day?”

She laughed and pushed him away, “You are a complete bastard, you know. I need to go, I have a lecture.”

“That reminds me, I have something I’ve been meaning to give you.”

He went to his desk and got out a small box, wrapped in shiny black paper, with a red ribbon and bow.

“Open this in the morning, and follow the instructions.” he said. “It’s time to start your training.”

Riley frowned at him, but popped the box in her bag, and left, indulging him with a little kiss on the cheek as she went.

She didn’t actually have a lecture, but had arranged to meet Zac at one of the campus coffee shops. As she walked she wondered how she had let the Prof get around her so easily, but felt a little buzz that she had lied to him for the first time and had a secret assignation.

In future years she often wondered whether indeed this had been the turning point; if she hadn’t let him off the hook so easily on that day, if she hadn’t met with Zac, would everything had worked out differently? Was that the last day she could have walked away? When she was feeling less good about herself she beat herself up for not having had the determination to challenge him more, forgetting how young she had been, and how much in love.

Zac gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek as they met, and he bought their coffees. Neither of them brought up the night before, although he did ask whether Amber was okay. They chatted about their work. Zac confirmed that he hadn’t got the PhD place, but he was going to be around the campus doing a research assistant internship. He was curious about the Prof. but Riley avoided the subject.

Riley noticed Emily working alone on her laptop in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, wearing her Thai Boxing Society sweatshirt, and black Lycra leggings showing off her long slim legs, but they barely acknowledged each other. Riley again noticed how beautiful Zac was, but appraised him only in a detached, objective way, as she would another girl. In a strange way he reminded her of her younger brother. They seemed to get on really well, he was easy to talk to and they had a lot in common.

Chapter 2 Anal Training

It wasn’t until the next morning that she remembered the Prof’s present. She kuşadası escort unwrapped it and opened the box to find what looked at first like a small dildo and a tube of lube. She puzzled over why it was only thick in the middle, tapering to a point at each end, and why it had a large flat base at one end.

The instructions said “Wear this all day. When you’re wearing this (and only when you’re wearing this), you must wear a skirt.”

She knew she had seen something like it before, but wasn’t sure what it was for.

Riley reached for her laptop and pulled up a website for a sex shop. She quickly found what she was looking for.

She was curious, and wanted to try it out right away.

She went to the bathroom, where there was a full length mirror she could use. She took off her panties and kneeled, sticking her ass out towards the mirror. She looked at her tiny pink puckered asshole and rubbed some lube into it before starting to push the tip of her toy against it. At first it resisted, and just kept slipping away to one side or another. She gave herself a good talking to, reminding herself that it must open wider than that every day, and concentrated on relaxing her muscles. This time, as she pushed, her anus gradually opened around it, and she kept pushing until it passed the middle, at which point it slowly pulled itself in to the base.

Riley admired it inside her, and twisted it so the base aligned with her bum crack. She explored the feeling – it was intriguing; she felt full, but in a new way. She stuck her ass way up, and, still watching herself in the mirror, played with her pussy and clit, as with the other hand she turned and pulled the butt plug, feeling the resistance as her sphincter held onto it.

She knew that her lover wanted to fuck her in there, and, having now seen other girls take it, she wanted it too; to become a complete woman. It excited her to realise that she had another virginity to offer her man. She put on her shortest skirt and went off to her lecture.

He had always ignored her in lectures, but today Riley saw a glint in his eye as he took in her skirt. She made a point of sitting in the front row and parting her legs under the desk. He wouldn’t be able to see anything, but he would have noticed the gap between her knees. It felt so weird to have something in her bottom, the base being agitated by the seat so she was continually aware of it.

At the end of the lecture he asked her to stay behind. As everyone filed out he said,

“I take it that you have started your homework.”

Riley smiled coyly and nodded.

“Show me.” he said.

“I can’t! Someone’s gonna walk in!”

“I know, come and look out the window.”

One of the windows was towards the corner of the room, not quite in view of the door, so they would have at most a second or two if anyone came into the lecture theatre.

Riley leaned her forearms on the windowsill and watched the hundreds of students walking past, just a few metres away, as they moved between lectures. He lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down to the top of her thighs. He found her butt plug, and toyed with it, like Riley had earlier, testing how her sphincter resisted him pulling it out.

He did though; pulling it out to the point where the tip was still just inside, before squeezing it back in, dilating it to the maximum as it past the mid point, then it contracting tightly as it pulled the rest in.

“You do realise that that is just the smallest size?” he said.

Riley nodded.

“I think you are going to need quite a bit of work before you are able to take me in there. It would really hurt at the moment, but maybe you’d like that?”

Riley shook her head as he continued to move it, each time taking it out to just before the mid point, then watching in fascination as her ass slowly pulled it back in. She tried to look more relaxed as she noticed someone looking at her curiously from outside.

“I want you to be wearing that tonight. Meet me at my office, we need to play some more.”

There was a crash behind them as the next group of students came piling into the room, chatting loudly. He instantly dropped her skirt and turned from her.

“Come in, settle down as quickly as you can, we have a lot to do today.”

Riley snuck out, feeling every eye in the room on her; aware that her panties were still below her bottom, and praying that the plug wouldn’t fall out.

That evening he played properly with pulling it in and out, licking her empty hole as it popped out, and substituting his finger. He thoroughly lubricated her ass hole, enabling the plug to move in and out more rapidly, and got her to the point where sometimes, if he pulled it out quickly enough, it would stay gaped for a split second before closing up again.

They left it in her while they fucked. They finished with her riding him cowgirl style. He reached around at the last minute to discard the plug and replace it with his index finger. He was able to push it all the way kuşadası escort bayan in, way more than she’d ever been able to take before. She came so hard from feeling him possessing her so deeply, and he from the sensation of being squeezed so tightly- his finger and cock alike.

A couple days later a parcel arrived at her halls. Thankfully she recognised the shape of the box, so didn’t open it in front of anyone. Her new plug was about 50% larger than her first, and she relished sucking it, before lubricating it properly and putting it in her ass. She had learnt by now how to put it in, but, as it entered her, she could feel the extra size challenging her poor tight asshole to the limit.

She took it out again, and assessed it. She estimated that it was still a bit slimmer than the Prof’s cock, and nothing like as long, but she knew that she wanted it to still be a challenge when he first put it in there, so thought that this may be her last size before she offered herself to him.

She thought that she had better make a good job of getting used to this one first – and quickly, as her hunger to take him was growing. She wore it all that day.

They had booked a motel room for their next meet up. He was disappointed when turned up in jeans, but when they were naked on the bed, with her licking and teasing his cock with her mouth, she looked up at him and said,

“I’m ready for it, I want you to fuck me in the ass tonight. I can’t wait any longer, I don’t care if it hurts.”

His cock showed its approval by growing harder as spoke, throbbing impatiently.

They took it slowly, holding themselves back from the main event. She continued her blowjob, but he turned her around so that he could lick her pussy at the same time, and although focussing there, every so often he reached further to explore her ass a little with his tongue.

He fucked her missionary style, bringing her to successive orgasms; holding her tightly as she cried out, and kissing tenderly as she subsided.

He flipped her over and inserted his index finger in her asshole. It looked tiny, but he noticed how much more easily it slipped in her. He lubricated his fingers, and this time squeezed two fingers in there.

She smiled back at him happily, lifting her ass further, and biting her lip at the new sensations inside her, his fingers feeling real and moving around so much more than the plugs had. She brought her fingers to her clit, out of a mixture of lust and a wish for a distracting sensation.

Then it was time. She rubbed some lube over his cock, which only succeeded in making it look even more swollen and angry, and he positioned its fat head at her entrance. He started pushing gently but got nowhere, Riley had tensed up despite her good intentions. She took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing as he pushed harder. His glans was gradually swallowed up, and once it had passed her sphincter progress became easier.

It was still incredibly tight though, he had felt nothing like it before and she felt much more stretched than she had by the plugs. She worried for a moment that he would split her, but then it started sinking in further with his insistent pressure until she had taken maybe half of it. She kept working her clit as he began to move it back and forward. The sensations were new, but she could feel the pleasure alongside the pain, especially as she added the feelings from her clit.

He looked down admiring the smallness of her butt, making his cock look even more massive in her. He gradually increased the pace, aware of the need to be gentle, but unable to control his passion. Bit by bit more disappeared into her, although there was no way he was going to get all of his cock in her.

Riley focussed on the feelings coming from her ass; it felt different to him being in her pussy, but it was certainly giving her lots of sensory stimulation, which, paired with her hand on her clit, made for a sexual high. The biggest turn on though was the knowledge that she was taking her man in her most private place, somewhere she wouldn’t dreamt of letting anyone go just a few weeks before. It was special, a something more that she could give, a virginity more exclusive and rare, as much as it was lewd and pornographic.

As he raised the pace she pushed her ass back to meet his strokes. She put two fingers in her pussy, feeling his cock’s motion through its walls. She came hard, feeling so full, so fucked, so loving.

She felt, or imagined she felt, the splatter of his cum into her bowels, spraying her insides, as he moaned in ecstasy, holding her ass against him. They collapsed together, holding each other tight. Her ass felt bereft; stretched and empty now, but she looked forward to the soreness that she guessed would follow, as a reminder of her achievement.

Chapter 3 The Prof. Exerts His Control

The next time something was different. He was reserved, preoccupied, almost sulky, and he wanted to meet in his special room.

He tied her face down on the wooden escort kuşadası horse, and spanked her thoroughly, before fucking her hard. He was rough with her breasts, reaching around and digging his fingers into them as her fucked her from behind. He took her ass again, but without care, making her squeal, and screw her face up in pain. He made it gape with his fingers, before dribbling his spit into it, rubbing it in, then ramming his dick back in.

She was left sore, weak, and shaky, like she’d been through the wringer and hung out to dry, and although he was gentle and loving with her after he came, she wasn’t sure whether she had done something wrong.

A few days later she unexpectedly got a text from him at midnight.

“Come outside, I have something for you.”

She pulled some clothes on and went downstairs. He was waiting outside in his black Range Rover. He gestured for her to get in the back, where she was concealed by privacy glass, and he drove off towards town.

“I have a present for you to play with tonight. Put on the blindfold.” he said, and she complied.

After around 10 minutes driving, they parked and he led her out of the car, into the cold, and then into a warm building. She thought she recognised the smell of stale perfume, alcohol and sweat, and she could hear the bass beat of some muffled music.

He tied a gag in her mouth, apologising, “I’m sorry for this, but you’ll understand why you mustn’t speak in a few minutes. I suspect that you will want to use your mouth though, so hopefully it won’t have to stay.”

He led her into another room, where the music was blaring, and when he removed the blindfold it took a few moments for her eyes to become accustomed to the light. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

She was back in the nightclub where the party had been. In the centre of the room, where the table had been, was a single figure illuminated by spotlights, his hands tied above his head to a rope from the ceiling. His lean body was completely naked, except that his head was hooded. His torso had red marks around his rib cage.

Emily was standing in the shadows grinning at Riley’s shocked face. She was wearing gym kit; tight Lycra shorts and a skin tight vest top, showing off her bare midriff.

Riley’s shock doubled when she realised who the man was, it was Zac.

The music provided an effective aural mask, and the Prof, taking Riley by the arm, said in her ear,

“I heard that you had found yourself a little boyfriend and thought that we should all get better acquainted.’

‘Perhaps I haven’t explained this properly to you, but you need to understand that you can’t see anyone else whilst we are together.’

‘As you didn’t know I won’t punish you, but it won’t happen again. You can even play with him if you want, but it looks like Emily has got there first.”

With that Emily stepped in and put a powerful roundhouse kick just under his ribs, using the full power of her long legs. He yelped and groaned, and sank a little on the ropes.

“Emily has been looking for some extra Thai boxing training. So much more motivating than a punchbag don’t you think?”

Riley pleaded with him with her eyes.

“Oh, you want her to stop?”

Riley nodded desperately.

“Ok. Well I promised you a present, so here’s the deal.’

“I love you, so I will give you one more time with him. To stop me feeling too jealous Emily will look after me as you do him. If you can make him cum before I do then we will let him go and never bother him again. If you can’t then Emily can have him all night, which will probably mean he will leave here without any balls the way she kicks.’

He looked at Zac appraisingly.

‘To be honest if I’m not man enough to last longer than that kid, then I should let her kick me in the balls, although from the look of him he’s not exactly feeling horny. You might have quite a challenge. This might be interesting.’

‘Can I trust you if I take the gag out?” She nodded, and he removed it.

“Don’t make me do this, please. He’s not my boyfriend, I haven’t done anything with him!”

“Hmmm, but he’s here now, and all tied up. We can’t waste that. You need to show me you know how to have some fun, and will do as you’re told.” he said stroking her face lovingly.

Riley felt frozen, but found herself nodding.

“Good girl, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

Emily strutted over to the Prof, and started rubbing his cock though his pants.

“Looks like you better get started. For obvious reasons you’re not allowed to speak to him.” he said.

Riley walked over to Zac and evaluated the challenge in front of her. He looked beaten physical and mentally. He was supporting his weight solidly enough, but it was obvious that he was just waiting for the next blow, with no way of knowing when it was coming. His cock was shrunken, and his large balls were doing their best to withdraw back into his body.

Scared for him, she kneeled in front of him, and stroked the back of his thighs, which were covered in short wiry blond hairs. He tensed and tried to twist away. She persevered, moving her hands to his smooth, muscular butt, and suckling his limp cock into her mouth.

He stopped trying to get away, but probably more out of fear for his dick than anything.

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(Really, really short story that occurred when I woke up thinking of a certain someone. If I made any grievous errors in spelling etc, please let me know?)

You know that chair you have in the corner of your bedroom, the sturdy but comfortable blue one? I woke up wet imagining you in THAT chair. You were wet too. However, that was because you had come out of your shower after your workout. There were a few drops remaining on that golden taut skin that was still pumped an hour after exercising.

Our eyes met and my knees gave way. I was on the floor before I could make the decision to be that way. You were steps away across the low pile carpet. I had told men I wouldn’t crawl for them, but I crawled for you.

With my left hand on the inside of your left ankle, I gently pushed your leg wide, watching the muscles move, but glancing up to be certain it was ok with you.

With your nod of acquiescence, I bend down and licked at the droplets on your long foot, clearing them and tasting your clean skin before making my way up your leg. I could smell the body wash you use that I love but beneath it is just you, and I love kuşadası escort that even more, it’s like sun, intelligence and power, however that makes sense. But it doesn’t have to be right for anyone but me.

I pause on your thighs, I fucking love how strong they are when you pound into or stand over me me and I nuzzle at them then mouth along the inner line before I make it up to your balls. I know how sensitive this area is although it is a favorite of mine on your body so I’m careful to only lap at them and let them rest in my mouth before using kitten licks to clean any drops of any liquid I may find on your pretty cock. It jumps up to my lips and we both laugh.

Thank you, Sir. I know I’ve been teasing your patience and you’ve been so good about letting me have my way,” I smile at him and he returns it.

I press a finger on the side of your slit, and then inside, loving the way your pre bubbles out for me and I spread it on my lips waiting for you to tell me what I know we both want.

“Suck my cock, baby. Show me my good slut.”

I sink my mouth around you, and your confident hands kuşadası escort bayan plunge into my hair, tight enough that I feel it pull at my strands as you push me down around your thickness. I watch your head fall back for a moment as you use my mouth, first adjusting the height of my head and then freezing it and fucking up into it.

I mewl and moan, one hand on your wrist and another on your thigh, loving the way you use me. I am lost in the feeling and I cry out when you pull me up by my hair and catch me around my waist to steady me as I climb onto your lap.

Our lips mesh and our tongues accomplish less kissing and more mess but I feel him place his cock head at my hole.

“Please, please, Sir,” I beg. “I need to be filled by you!”

“Yes, show me how my slut rides my cock,” you say.

I sink down and throw my head back, all my muscles clenching.

“Sir, I need to cum, please may I cum?” I plead.

Your hand is a claw on my ass and you direct me for a few minutes on how deep and how hard while the other plays with an nipple and I mewl with pleasure.

“Please, escort kuşadası Sir!”

“Cum for me,” you tell me.

I cry out as I cum, I can’t help but lean forward and kiss you eating at your mouth and craving your connection but too soo, I’m shaking and shivering with pleasure, writhing on your cock.

Then your hands are in my hair and your lips are at my neck and breasts. I’m cumming again, so hard around you and you are fucking up into me, harder and harder.

I stay like that, crying out for you, my walls clenching your cock spasming amazingly tight and then rhythmically. “Thank you Sir, it feels so good. I need it so much, you cock…oh…fuck yes fuck me please, don’t stop” I beg you, as you make me cum for you, give you my orgasms.

And then you wrap me up in your arms and turn us and throw us on the bed. And begin to fuck me in earnest. “That’s it. It’s my pussy, isn’t it. Slut?” You demand.

“Yes,” I barely manage to cry out through the pleasure.

“Show me you are my little whore, baby, give me what belongs to me.”

“Fuck yes,” I scream as I cum hard around you again one of my hands in your hair one on your tight ass. I bite your upper arm needing you everywhere.

Little sounds escape me and I manage to beg, whimper, “Please, cum for me? I need it, this girl needs your cum on me or in me please, Sir?

And of course, like always, my Sir is Very good to me.

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She lay there somewhat frozen as she listened to the heavy boot falls move across the floor. Hard flooring. No carpeting. It echoed slightly. A clinic maybe. Somewhat coherent thoughts amid a moment of rationale until the door clicked shut behind the man and those hands were back upon her and that cool causal voice speaking around her.

“You are a pretty piece I’ll give you that but..” A pause and a sarcastic cluck of tongue to teeth. “I am a rather lazy bitch and you are wearing more than I am in the mood to take my time with so..”

The tip of a blade at her throat. Sharp. Unmistakable. How many times had she felt such at Andrew’s hand and grown whorishly wet between her legs. Even now..

Fuck. Was she so trained to respond? Would she wet for..for anyone? But unmistakable was the faint trickle of honey like moisture.

The blade was pressed and she gasped to the tiny split of her flesh, searing sting, without thought her body jerked and she moaned in true fear against the leather of the hood still snug around her head.

“Don’t you fucking move filth. Pretty piece. Do you know what my favorite thing in the whole world is, do you fuckhole?” The voice right against the unzipped slit over her ear. She’d never found herself so absolutely terrified kuşadası escort of a woman’s voice before. “To make pretty things

not….” A flick of the blade, twisted, picking up the fabric of her thin tee. The distinct sound of it tearing flooded her with dread. Andrew’s taunts about her vanity coming to haunt her. Though she knew, she knew he loved how she looked. He often dressed her himself. Critiqued every sweep of makeup that enhanced the natural prettiness of her face.

“…so” The blade swept up and this time she whimpered to the nick of blade tip into the curve of her right breast as her bra was torn in two. Marred. She would rather leave her dead than made grotesque. Used. Humiliated. Disfigured.

“pretty” The word was hissed into her ear as the blade was fished into her running shorts. She lay so still. She swallowed every sob that ached in her throat. She cursed herself for every tiny trickle of wet that she could fill puddling in betraying walls. Andrew’s cunt was readying, even if she herself were wishing to find escape into the depths of her mind.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh”

Burst from her mouth as the blade was laid flat against the smooth folds of her cunt. She’d waxed just last night. Andrew was very specific kuşadası escort bayan about her routine. She was smooth as a baby’s bottom and exposed now. Clothes jerked away from her by one hand. Cunt held captive in the cold steel grip of that blade.

The woman chuckled and for a moment after she’d been stripped of the tattered clothing, there was no sound. She knew she was been inspected. Every perfection, every flaw catalogued. She was nothing but what she was called. Not to them.

Filth. A piece.

Something to be used and discarded.

It made her stomach roil.

And then the woman was speaking around her, nails drawn over her thighs, over her cunt so very lightly as the blade lifted away, laid to rest on the quiver of her belly. A pinch to nipple nearly brought her up off the table.

They were so sensitive. Very little could set her off. The extreme could make her ill.

“Do you know how many ways you are going to get fucked? Used? Marked?” There was a smile in those words and they came as the voice moved away and she could hear the sound of water running. Clatter of metal to a tray. “Do you realize that even your cleansing now is going to violate you in ways you only nightmare over when you’re all tucked escort kuşadası in sweet and cozy in that big feather bed.”

She froze. They had been in her home. Watched her? How long? Did they know about Andrew? Did they know….what….she was? Those words lifted cold gooseflesh on the entire length of her body and she shivered violently.

“But a clean pussy is a must. Filth like you need to be cleaned and cleaned spotlessly. I know your type whoregirl. Begging for cock. Begging for cum in your filthy hole. Humping, jerking, screaming pleaaaaaaaaase. You LIVE to be used, hole. You WANT THIS.” Taunting.

And god damn, oh god damn.

It made her even more wet. What was wrong with her? Please just let me wake up!!!!! The words screamed through her mind. But she did not even try to move, try to escape. She knew. She knew there was none. She knew well enough from the scenes Andrew created that this, this was something that had been planned over months of time.

Real or the epitome of Andrew’s demented mindfucks. There was no escaping this. None.

There was the familiar sound of a trolley being rolled over the floor near to the table. The cold having dissipated beneath her body, but surrounding her still. Eating into the core warmth of her. Cold or fear. She didn’t know which was riding higher inside. Her teeth chattered loud enough to be heard and this amused the woman to no end.

“Now this is going to hurt” Sotto voice. “Be a good girl and I won’t leave you bleeding……….yet.”

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Helene lay back on the edge of the bed and let her slave do his ordered task. He had performed admirably, but she had no intention of telling him so. The session had started out as most of them do, with her walking up to him and grabbing his crotch through his pants and squeezing tightly. He gasped and froze in place, his dick stiffening instantly. Helene jerked her thumb at the bathroom and turned away from him. He immediately dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom, closing the door by pushing on it with his head.

Helene went into the playroom and laid out the articles she wanted him to wear this time on the king size bed. She quickly heard the shower going and set the timer. She varied the amount of time she let him have, but never more than 7 minutes to get cleaned up. Having observed his method before, she knew he always washed his crotch and asshole first, before she turned off the hot water. Today, she was in an evil mood and only gave him 4 minutes, the shortest amount of time yet. Then she went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in the sink. He screamed as the shower went ice cold, but had not finished yet and was forced to endure it for a full 2 minutes.

Turning the shower off, he dropped to all fours and crawled out to see his mistress, trembling and shivering. He stopped before her and raised up on his knees, as she inspected his dick. It and his balls were shrunken and tight to his body in an effort to get warm. She examined him with quick professional hands and then squeezed his nuts again. He waited until she removed her hand then dropped onto his face and pulled his butt cheeks apart. Helene licked her finger and shoved it up his ass. This was still new to him, but he took it well and she was determined to break him in no matter what. His back channel clenched at her hand as he fought to relax, but she quickly pulled out and with a toss of her head sent him to the playroom.

He crawled in on all fours; her preferred posture for him and then stood to attire himself. The first item was as always the cock ring. The tight leather strap buckled beneath his deflated dick and shrunken scrotum, and he immediately started to harden. Next came the wrist and ankle cuffs, followed by his leather dog collar, complete with tag and leather leash that he carried in his mouth. There was a new item still on the bed, a piece of black stain material. He picked it up and saw that it was a wrap of some kind. Helen snatched it from his hands and opened it.

“It wraps around your waist, the flap to the back.” She instructed as she fastened it to him. It was like wearing a skirt backwards, but the full panel in the front rubbed his lengthening cock with a sensuous feel. Helene swatted his asscheek and he dropped to all fours again, his leash still in his mouth. The wrap stopped just past the curve of his ass, covering him nicely and the flaps draped across his butt. The feel was electric.

He remained in that position for some time, listening to the shower and her humming. He scurried into the bathroom just as she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower stall. He dropped his leash and started to lick her feet as she dried off above him. He lapped up the water dripping off her as well as he could before she walked away from him and into the playroom. Snapping her fingers, he followed her like the whipped puppy he was about to become.

“Stay.” She barked at him and he froze in the center of the room, waiting görükle escort patiently for her next command. He heard the closet doors open and wondered what his Mistress would do to him this time. The sounds of her rummaging through boxes made him sweat slightly, but it was nothing compared to what would happen to him later. “Here we go.” Helene exclaimed brightly, have found what she wanted. He heard several items being placed on the dresser but still did not turn to look.

“Down on your face, ass in the air.” Helene commanded and he instantly complied, but not quick enough to avoid the sting of the riding crop. It was strangely different through the satin, not as painful as usual, but more electric. Helene flipped the wrap open, and had complete access to his ass and spread cheeks. Now he understood why the flaps were worn in the back. Helene smeared his asshole with a lubricant and he felt the thin ass plug being pushed up his backside. He fought to relax, as he knew she wanted but she did not give him a chance.

Driving it in and out a few times Helene quickly had her slave whimpering in pain and delight as the ass plug tickled his prostate and soon he was rutting back against the intrusion. Helene drove it all the way in and stood up to leave it there. He whined and twisted as though trying to dislodge it, but a had smack on his ass had him still and quiet quickly.

“Now don’t go away while I get ready.” She cooed at him, leaving him ass up and head down on the floor. Helene quickly donned the leather bra with the cut outs for her nipples, the one that was 2 sizes too small. Her breasts felt trapped and overflowed the top of the cups. Next came the leather ankle boots with the 4-inch heels. This was all she could handle and still walk, and she would need to walk. In the shower she checked her bald little pussy and shaved it again, now she applied the cream and quickly brought herself off with her fingers. Her excitement was running a little high and she wanted this to last.

Lastly she picked up her leather panties with the built in dildo and connection for the one in front. Turning the panties inside out she mouthed the thick fake cock and sucked it deep into her throat. As she coated the dildo, she had an idea and went and sat on the bed in front of her kneeling slave.

“Up.” She commanded and he sat up onto his knees, head and eyes still aimed at the floor. “Watch me,” she said and his eyes met hers as she sucked the fake cock back into her mouth. The satin wrap draped across his dick head and every time he twitched it rubbed him again. Helene soon had him squirming in discomfort and she was getting more turned on by the second drooling over the big fake cock. Helene motioned for him to come closer and he crawled to the between her spread legs. She draped the panties over his head and put the locking ring on the front between his teeth so he could hold the dildo on the other side. Leaning back and spreading her legs she grabbed the slippery dildo and fed it to her steaming pussy.

“Fuck me”, she commanded and then lay back on the bed as he pulled the dildo out with his teeth and drove it back in. Helene whined in pleasure as her slave complied with her orders. He drove the rubber cock in and out with great speed and force, his nose banging against her clit drove Helene into a high plain of delight. Helene shuddered repeatedly as he brought her off with the fake cock. She could feel every inch driving without görükle escort bayan pause into her depths and relished in the ecstasy.

She felt her orgasm approaching and hunched up harder on the plastic cock driving in and out of her depths. Helene’s breath was coming in short gasps and grunts and then she shuddered and screamed as the feeling washed over her. She locked her legs around his head as her pussy creamed and squirted cum out onto the face of the slave fucking her. He never slowed his pace, but kept on driving in and out of her until she pitched backward onto the bed and broke contact with the fake cock.

Her slave stayed on his knees and waited for his Mistress to recover, having learned patience the hard way, from the whip. Helene fought to control her breathing as he waited and licked what ever of her juices he could reach with his tongue. Sitting up she pulled the panties of his head roughly. Turning them right way out, she inserted the dildo into her snatch and snugged the panties up tight to her waist.

Helene snatched up the leash and pulled him over to the whipping bench and had him lay over it. Securing his wrists and ankles she picked up the bamboo cane and stepped up behind him. Flipping the wrap away from his as cheeks she proceeded to apply the cane liberally to his exposed flanks.

He squirmed and whined quietly as his Mistress worked up and down his backside. Her cane left sharp red welts on his skin as she applied it to him. Standing directly behind him she repeatedly struck him between his cheeks onto the base of the plug in his asshole and he wailed. Helene struck harder and screamed “Silence.”

He tried as hard as he could, but it was too much, he grunted and groaned at each stroke and rocked on the bench till he shuddered. Helene noticed the spasm and became enraged. He had cum all over the bench with out her permission. The cock ring had not been tight enough and now he was going to pay. She wasn’t about to let him get away with this disobedience.

“Since you came without permission, you obviously need to be milked.” She said sweetly. “I have a new surprise for you.” She reached under him and attached the electric breast pump and then pulled the fucking machine up behind him. Helene ripped the plug from his ass and extended dildo on the machine into his ass and turned it on.

The machine started to drive in and out, twisting occasionally, as the breast pump started to milk his half hard cock. Helene watched him struggling on the machines working him over and picked up the whip. She smiled evilly as she brought it down on his back. This was going to be an interesting evening.

The breast pump pulled unceasingly at his half hard cock, making him whimper as it rubbed the top of the sheath against the sensitive head of his dick. Having just cum, he was still very tender at the dick head, but the machine just keep on pumping. He tried to wiggle away from it, but the bonds were too tight, the machine behind him keep fucking him and his Mistress struck with whip whenever he moved. In spite of himself, the milking machine was getting him hard again and the ass fucking was speeding this up. He started to push back against the machine driving into his ass. The feeling of being fucked this way was new to him and he reveled in the pressure against his prostate.

His mistress sat down in front of him on the bench and pulled his face to her dripping pussy. She had removed bursa escort her panties and was dripping wet from the show he was putting on for her. Lapping eagerly he drove his tongue into her sweet centre and tasted her nectar. She held his face tight to her snatch and struck with the whip at the same time. That was enough to make him cum again. The dildo in his ass worked his prostrate and the milking machine pulled his semen from him in greater quantities. He moaned into her and the vibration sent her into orgasm as well.

Helene groaned and rode out her orgasm as she whipped his back without mercy. When she came down Helene got up and stretched out on the bed and flicked on the TV, leaving him on the bench attached to both machines. “The night is still young, I think we can get at least 3 more loads out of that little dick of yours.” She said smiling at him.

He shuddered and groaned pathetically as the machine continued to suck on his tender penis. Helene looked down at him and grinned. “You are the one who brought this upon yourself.” She said. “Maybe you need more encouragement.”

He shook his head and then groaned again as each machine went to a higher speed. The dildo driving into his ass doubled its speed and the milking machine started to pull even harder. He had no choice, his body responded without his will and his cock started to harden again.

Helene left him on the bench and went to the storage cabinet and saw him flinch as she struck a match. The large red candle caught quickly and she saw the flame dance. Letting it sit for a few minutes Helene returned to her bound slave and inserted a large ring gag. “I may want that tongue again tonight but we can’t have you upsetting the neighbors, now can we?”

He squirmed on the bench and struggled against his bonds, but again to no affect. He screamed as the first drop of wax hit his back. The next hit his already blistered ass, causing him to start moving again. He began to fuck the machine sliding in and out of his ass. The wax fell in random patterns and times on his body. Each burned for a second then cooled and hardened against his skin.

His next orgasm left him panting and drained of all strength, but still the machine’s worked his tired body. Helene had put the candle out and slipped her hand beneath him and attached nipple clamps and ball clamps. This brought on his third orgasm on the machine and he knew that Helene would not be happy until she milked him completely dry.

Helene checked the bottle on the breast machine and noted that it was almost full, but could take a little more. She opted for the velvet glove treatment for the last drop. She removed his gag and slid her breast into his still open mouth. He latched on to the offered nipple and sucked greedily. He rarely got the chance to touch her breasts and even in his exhausted state he wanted all he could get.

Helene felt him tongue her nipple and reached down and undid the cock ring. He convulsed in orgasm for the final time that night. The last shot was thin and watery, barely more than a trickle, but it was just enough to fill the last space in the bottle.

Helene pulled her breast from his still sucking mouth and left him panting on the bench. She turned off both machines and undid the collection bottle from the milking machine. She undid one of his wrists and slapped his ass with her bare hand.

“You have 10 minutes to clean this pit up, get that wax off your body and meet me in bed. I think I have earned a little comfort for all the work I did tonight.” He got himself together as quickly as possible, knowing that he did not have enough time to complete all his tasks. She would punish him again. The thought sent a thrill through his exhausted body.

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After “helping” at the Carvers’ party that night, life for Lisbeth went back to “normal” – the kind of normal that was experienced by a pupil at Hanson House, being trained to be a submissive and a sexual servant.

Lis had been disappointed at that. She knew she’d performed well for Lady Carver – the beating had left her bruised for days and Mistress Rose and shown a satisfied smile as she inspected her pupil the next day. As a result, Lis had rather hoped she’d be invited again. But it was not to be, as the Carvers’ still preferred to take “newbies” and “fresh meat” for their kinky parties.

So Lisbeth had thrown herself into her “special lessons”, determined to do her absolute best and earn the right to be assigned to an accomplished Dominant after graduation. She took special pleasure in “piss play” classes and was marked highly for her efforts. She loved the chance to learn about administering an enema to herself. She took extra pleasure from “double penetration” classes. She managed to “let slip” to one of the staff that she was hungry to suck cocks and so was regularly pulled aside by male members of the staff who shot their cum down her throat or over her face. On top of all that Lis masturbated more than ever, imagining the spankings and whippings she might receive from her future Dominant.

She also received extra attention from Master Stephen. He’d read the report on her performance at the party. With the permission of Mistress Rose, and sometimes her participation, Master Stephen administered a number of heavy beatings to the willing novice. Lisbeth was always grateful for such treatment – though she noted that Stephen seemed less willing than Lady Carver to take her to the point of screaming her pain.

So the young Dane was shocked, almost to the point of disbelief, when told just before graduation that the Carvers had asked for her by name. The reasons were complicated, though that hardly mattered to Lisbeth. She had long worried she’d not be chosen for obvious reasons – her tits were small and she did not think her face was pretty, she did not have a sexy butt or long, tanned legs. The Carvers, however, were interested in other talents.

Lady Carver was in her early forties. She was a woman of great energy, especially sexual desire. Her body showed the signs of having borne two sons. Yet her tits remained one of her best assets. They’d been “done”, of course. She could afford the best and her tits, now a little bigger than a C-cup, stood high and firm with nipples that seemed always to point upwards. They looked even better with heavy gold rings in them. To a casual observer it was hard to tell whether Lady Carver had been “enhanced”. They looked very classy under her business clothes and even hotter when she displayed them naked.

The Carvers were quite the power couple – successful in their professions, wealthy and important.

He was rather handsome, a little older than his wife, tall and lean with the body of a runner. That was explained by the fact that he remained a keen jogger. How he managed that with his big horse cock was something Lisbeth had never figured out. As it happened, his huge cock was really the reason why the Carvers’ had found their way to their kinky sexual lifestyle.

Lady Carver, June, had fallen in love with her man, John, and even loved his massive meat. She always wanted to fuck John and to take him inside her – no matter that it was quite difficult, and a little uncomfortable, for her to accept his huge bulk. Fully erect he was over ten inches long and thick to boot. Eventually she had realised that sex was not so enjoyable for him – for the simple reason he could never get more than half his massive tool inside her. June Carver had wondered whether there might be other women “out there” who would enjoying being fucked by a horse cock and perhaps able to take more of John’s size.

It didn’t take long to convince John of her plan and from there it seemed natural that she would procure such women. Soon after she had found that she enjoyed watching them being pounded by her husband’s enormous shaft, seeing them struggle and even in a little bit of pain. “That’s enough cock to tame any bitch,” she had laughed. June had allowed her dark side to emerge and as a couple they’d never looked back.

In return, John encouraged her to find her own lovers and, likewise, June had not needed convincing. In time she had a couple of men who would fuck her as required. She also discovered that her sexual pleasures were not limited to men. Yet she never lost her love or her passion for her husband.

John had no trouble convincing women to go to bed with him. The legend of his endowment was passed by word of mouth. It was after fucking the PA of his boss that he heard about a secretive group who enjoyed kinky sex play. Soon the Carvers had entered a new circle of friends. As it happened, this group included the people who supported and maintained Hanson House. görükle escort

They swapped their big home for a bigger house in an attempt to keep their kinky lifestyle separate from “normal” life. With their wealth and their connections they’d gradually become important players in the “Hanson community”. One area where they’d not succeeded was keeping their sons ignorant of their kinky pursuits. But gradually they lost all regret for that.

Lady Carver had not regarded Lisbeth’s attendance at the party as an audition. But she’d seen something in the pupil and quickly expressed an interest to her friend, Mistress Rose. There was no point telling Lis about this – she had great potential but the important thing was that she continue to be trained to serve fully. Once she was given the chance to be assigned to the Carvers, a chance she grabbed eagerly, June would have the chance to make the most of Lisbeth’s talents.

In keeping with the rules, Lis had been offered an apartment of her own. No longer a novice and not yet a slave, she had the right to her own life and the chance to take a boyfriend if she wanted. Lis, however, had wanted to move-in to the Carvers’ big home and so she ended up living in the room which had once belonged to Amy. She knew what she was doing – living more or less full-time with the Carvers meant more opportunity to serve and to submit. More importantly, Lis expected she’d have more opportunities for sex. Like all graduates, she’d been forced to remain a virgin and now was desperate to make up for “lost time”. Later on Lis would find other boys her own age to fuck but her hunch proved correct and quickly she got plenty of kinky sex action in the Carvers’ house.

It had started on her first day, when Lord Carver had brought her from the campus to her new home. After showing her through the enormous house and putting her things in her bedroom, Lord Carver had given Lis a good, long look-over. She was used to being inspected – every Hanson House student went through that many times. But there was something else about that look. Lis already knew what her new Master wanted and she sank slowly to her knees.

With her first real look at that monster Lis knew she’d hit the jackpot. She believed in her heart that most cocks, and their owners, were superior beings and that a female “like her” had her true calling in serving them. Lord Carver was a different matter – his cock was huge and powerful. Such a magnificent cock demanded that it be worshipped and Lisbeth was perfectly ready.

The legend about “as big as my wrist” was close to true in his case. Lord Carver quickly grew to full size and Lis realised she could fit only a few of his ten and a half inches into her mouth. Luckily that gave her plenty of room to stroke the base of the shaft as she struggled to mouth the huge weapon. With her free hand she cupped and fondled the heavy ballsack. She was eager to show off everything she’d been taught at Hanson House.

He did not last long before he pulled out. Stroking his own cock, Lord Carver casually coated her face with his cockjuice. Lis had been put in her place straight away. She felt thrilled and honoured to be treated like that on her first day. She Lord Carver was able to produce a lot of semen, she discovered, and he left her there, on her knees with his issue stuck to her face and her dress, until Lady Carver arrived a few minutes later. Lisbeth had been a little scared, not knowing how the Lady would react to her husband using their new submissive so easily. Lady Carver walked in the front door, saw Lis with a coating of dried cum, and merely laughed.

That night, the Carvers fucked with enthusiasm as Lis lay next to them. Part of the reason for that passion was, of course, the arrival of the new submissive. Lis herself was insanely horny by then, the sight and sounds of the older couple’s fucking making it worse. She was astonished as she watched Lady Carver gamely take on the regular challenge of accepting her husband’s enormous cock into her cunt. Only when the Carvers were done was she even acknowledged. “Clean me,” came the order from Lady Carver and the new submissive went between her thighs to lick and slurp until the older cunt was completely clean. If Lady Carver had meant to humiliate Lisbeth then it had the opposite effect – the young Dane already knew she loved the taste of them both.

Many of the rules that had applied to Amy were in force for Lis as well. Among those was that the absence of Lady Carver meant that Lord Carver could use Lis’ mouth whenever he wanted. The Lady had gone away on business the next day and Lord Carver wasted no time in making Lis fully acquainted with his horse cock. Twice a day on such days he abused her mouth, forcing himself as deep as he could while Lis stroked his big balls and his shaft. She quickly fell in love with that enormous member, each looking forward eagerly to the chance to worship it with görükle escort bayan her mouth and hands. What Lisbeth learned mostly, however, was that Lord Carver enjoyed splattering her face with cum. She loved that, too, content to be his target and so very proud to wear his hot, sticky semen.

**************

Lis lost her virginity that following Saturday. By then she was almost desperate. The long months of waiting at Hanson House, plus the week of living with the Carvers, had made her ready to do anything to be fucked. She didn’t even stop to think about the challenge of that huge prong.

The Carvers focused entirely on her. The Lady had fingered Lis while he sucked on her tits. He had eaten her cunt and made her scream out her climax while the Lady had smothered her face with her own, expensive breasts. Only when her cunt was hot and soaking did Lord Carver take position between her legs. Her first time was to be missionary position. Lis was thrilled because she would be able to watch the whole thing, watch as a healthy, virile man lowered himself on her and finally used her cunt for its proper purpose.

Their young submissive came almost as soon as Lord Carver had pressed the head of his cock into her tunnel. All the dildos, all the fingers, were nothing to compare to the feeling of a real cock stretching and filling her sex. Perhaps the wait had been worth it. Lis no longer cared because what mattered most was that she was finally serving a man just as she should – with her cunt wrapped around his thick cock. And Lisbeth knew that she’d have this cock over and over again.

After just three inches her cunt began to feel the strain of taking a huge cock for the first time. All the rubbing of her clit by Lady Carver hardly helped. But Lis was more worried that they’d stop right then. “Please go deeper,” she panted. The heat and the smell of his body on top of hers was so wonderful, the feeling of his cock in her hole was incredible. She remembered then what Amy had said – it was an honour to be deflowered by such a cock.

“Please, Master, give it all to me”. Lis didn’t care how uncomfortable his size felt. That was a fair price to prove herself worthy as their submissive. More than that, she wanted to be fucked. Oh, how badly she wanted that. The Carvers were experienced, however, and he kept on thrusting, tearing at her insides, until almost half of that monster was buried in Lis’ cunt. She worried that he would split her and yet she would have still been grateful for having surrendered her virginity to the wonderful Lord Carver.

Ten minutes of moaning and panting was enough for her first act of coitus. Lis lay as still as she could, feeling her entire body being penetrated by that amazing shaft, while Lord Carver pumped back and forth in her cunt. Lady Carver teased his ballsack and rubbed a hand along the base of his shaft. Since he was too big to fit inside any cunt she’d developed this technique to provide extra stimulation as he neared the end of his fucking. It worked extremely well, as was proven when Lord Carver erupted inside Lis and filled the remaining space in her cunt with a big load of cum.

Lady Carver then ordered Lis to lick her cunt. It was intended to help Lord Carver return to his full glory. Lis noticed he never seemed to require much time for that. At least she was able to return a favour, strumming the Lady’s clit while she took his mighty phallus – crying out one orgasm after another till finally she was spent. Lis was sent to her room with her stretched and aching cunt, His Lordship’s semen still leaking from her. The only thing that could have improved her first fuck was if Lord Carver had dumped his load on her young face. Elated, aroused, Lis masturbated several times before falling asleep.

The new submissive soon discovered she had a range of duties in the Carvers’ household. These were the matters Amy had been so coy about discussing. One of her most important tasks was helping Lady Carver to relax after a tough week at work. Lis knew how hard the Lady worked since her new job was for the same company and on the same floor as the Lady’s office. So she was always ready to be home in time to prepare a nice warm bath for the Lady. Sometimes she was required to bathe her Mistress, afterwards drying her and helping her into her house clothes. Other times the Lady would order a nice relaxing massage, having warm oil rubbed into her back and her butt.

With a high sex drive still, the Lady occasionally needed to “take the edge off” before dinner and being fucked by her well-hung hubby. When such a mood struck the massage would have a very different ending.

“Fingers,” she would command, muttering from the reverie of her back-rub. Then Lis would slip her fingers between the Lady’s thighs. Slowly and gently she would play with the older woman’s clit and finger her hole until her Mistress climaxed with long, wet orgasms.

More bursa escort than once she’d issued a different command. “Lick my hole” would be the order whenever the Lady Carver required some more serious relaxation. On hearing that, Lis would price apart the mistress’ cheeks and carefully rim and tongue her backdoor. It always seemed to do the trick. Sometimes the Lady would want a tongue-fuck of her arsehole while her cunt was fingered. Those sessions were incredibly hot for Lady Carver and very satisfying for Lisbeth.

For Lis, as any graduate of Hanson House, the sudden unleashing of her sexual needs was almost more gratifying than the chance to serve. With the Carvers there was plenty and varied sex. There was no doubt that the Lady was enthusiastic for her husband and his huge cock. She did not mind at all letting their submissive watch as she performed oral sex on her husband or begged him to “please just fuck me”. The Lady also was devoted to Lord Carver’s magnificent cock, at least once each week kneeling before him to receive her husband’s cum load on her face. Lis never felt jealous when she witnessed that – it was an act of love from the Lady as much as devotion and it was erotic to boot.

On some nights Lis would not join the Carvers in their bed. As her room was down the hall, she enjoyed the sounds of their fucking, the moans and groans as Lady Carver took that giant cock inside her body. Occasionally, on such nights, Lady Carver would suddenly appear in her bedroom, sometimes catching Lisbeth masturbating, and demand to be cleaned. Her favourite method was to place her cunt over Lis’ face and allow all that cum to drain into her submissive’s mouth. Usually she would wait long enough so that Lis could flick her tongue over the Lady’s clit and lap at her stretched hole.

Sometimes when she was a little tired from a busy week, still eager to perform her wifely duties, the mistress would squat over her husband while Lis licked at the exposed butthole. The gentle lapping of the submissive’s tongue would help Lady Carver to relax and gradually she’d fit more and more of him inside her cunt. It was quite a sight and Lis imagined what it looked like as her own hole was stretched to its limits.

To ensure the best fucking for the Carvers, Lis was required to learn the same technique Lady Carver had developed. It meant being close to the action, wrapping one small hand around his giant shaft as it pumped in and out of the Lady’s cunt. Sometimes Lis found herself paying more attention to his enormous cock and his heavy balls – and why not? Often she would have the chance to pleasure Lady Carver as well, since being so close meant she was right on hand to lick and suck her cunt clean of His Lordship’s juices.

Naturally Lord Carver found time to fuck Lis regularly. This was the precise reason this couple had explored the world of submission and service – no single woman could have the stamina to regularly be fucked by such a cock as he possessed. After a few weeks, the more times she was fucked, Lis slowly was able to take more of Lord Carver’s cock in her cunt. It still hurt her a little each time. He was so thick and so long that no woman could physically accept all his bulk. Her own cervix was regularly pounded and mashed under the power of his fucking. But she’d been trained in sexual service and was grateful for the honour of giving her body to his Lordship’s pleasure.

And there was relief and pride at finally being a graduate and being able to fuck regularly, taking a man’s cock and serving it in the best way possible. Lis knew she’d never tire of being fucked and certainly not by Lord Carver. Being an older, experienced man somehow he just knew how to deliver the most delicious screwing to her young submissive cunt.

Sometimes Lis would be fucked as Mistress watched on, frigging herself while Lord Carver forced his shaft into Lis’ cunt. The Lady loved to see the younger cunt punished by that mighty cock and never failed to cum herself as Lis was being fucked. Lord Carver tended to favour doggy position, since it allowed the Lady a better view.

However, it was not only the view that Lady Carver took advantage of. With Lisbeth on her hands and knees, the Lady was able to increase her own desire and pleasure by giving a sharp spanking to the butt cheeks of their young submissive. The first time she was beaten by the Lady, apart from that wonderful party, she’d been bent forward as Lord Carver stuffed his giant meat pole into her cunt. Without warning Lady Carver had started to spank Lis’ arse. The young submissive had been thrilled, elated by those first sharp slaps. Somehow it made Lord Carver’s cock even more enjoyable. The Lady had quickly moved-on to crops and floggers.

There were times Lis was fucked by Lord Carver when the Lady desired some different stimulation. Then Lis could be ordered to suck on her pierced nipples or give attention to her clit. At those times, Lis was made well aware of her status as their sexual submissive. In fact it was as if they hardly noticed her at all, save for the fact she was useful as a prop for their perverted sexual pleasures. The Carvers would talk to each other as if Lis couldn’t hear what they were saying.

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“Would you like to talk about the pirates today, Gwen?”

My grin disappeared. I had told Dr. Annon that I did not want to talk about them today, tomorrow or ever for so long as the universe may turn.

“I think we’ll have to talk about them sometime,” he’d said, that little half smile playing on his sexy little lips. “You’ve been coming for two years.” I’d told him I disagreed vehemently enough to shove a coat rack up his ass next time he asked.

“Gwen?”

“Oh, sorry…for a moment I thought you said you wanted a coat rack up your ass.” The truth. ” You didn’t really say that, did you?”

Dr Annon got that thoughtful look and then looked deep into my eyes. “I said I think you should talk about that. I think that’s what’s doing it.”

He’d confused me there. “Doing it?”

“Your frigidity?”

I was furious. “I told you I’m not frigid, I just…”

“Can’t get close to anyone, can’t stand to perform oral sex, can’t masturbate to orgasm–“

“That doesn’t mean I’m frigid, I mean, I still like sex–“

“You have sex because it’s expected of you. That doesn’t count.” He gave me a little smile then, and my heart melted again. And then I realized that I still wouldn’t fuck him if I had a choice, and knew he was right. It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex, it was that I didn’t care about it. At all. “You are never ever passionate about sex, Gwen. You said so yourself.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to pour my heart out about some buried part of my past…” I realized that was a stupid thing to say to your psychiatrist. ” About that, I mean.”

“Who are you going to tell, if not me? Do you hope it will go away if you don’t look at it, like monsters in your bedroom?”

“Yes. That’s what I want. I hope it does.”

“But it’s not,” he told me, and gave me that heartrending caring look. “It’s shut down your sex life and your social life. What will be left when it’s done?”

I was getting desperate, I so did not want to talk about this now, or ever. But he was insistent and I couldn’t say no to him much longer. “I don’t—some things you just–“

“They raped you, didn’t they?”

I panicked. “You leave me alone!”

“Okay,” he said right then. He sat down in his big chair and looked at me.

I sat down on the couch and he just looked. So I looked back, and we looked and it became like a fight. I knew he had to look away or say something, I wouldn’t be the one to drop my eyes, so help me God, and my jaw dropped open and out it spilled.

Gwen was a virgin. She was old enough to be living a life with sex in mind but not in body, and too young not to be terrified that she wasn’t ‘normal’ because of it. Old enough to know pirates were real, but too young to really believe in them. On board the Bellemae, her parents had said, it will be fun and leisure and plenty of time to read and think, and grandma telling her (she never asked) that she must “come with us across the sea to Portugal for our fourth honeymoon and we’ll show you the new place…Have Jack take us over in the Bellemae.”

But Gwen had found it a nightmare. Her first day at sea she was sick over the side most of the time. On the second day a deckhand she had come to know as Jacques, a dark man with an accent of indistinct origin, produced a hand-rolled cigarette that smelled faintly of skunk. “Take this, little now, little later.”

“I don’t smoke,” she’d told him.

“Dat why you still sick,” he’d answered, and gone on to explain how they were in international waters and no-one else was sick because they were all stoned et cetera. She know it was a line of crap but by then she was bored to tears and it was something to do.

Now, on day 8, she was smoking pot with Jacques most of every day and she liked him a lot, but she could feel tension starting and knew their friendship was almost over, that when she said “I’m celibate” was when he said “I’m gone”.

“Hey woman,” he called, head sticking up from below decks. “We done!” He grinned. “Cmon my bunk.” She went after him without hesitation; he had a killer CD collection, and he was a dope fiend. He kept her amused with sleight of hand tricks and knew how to blow a tune on a comb and waxed paper. He was interesting, and after 8 days at sea, interesting is good.

She walked into his cabin and sat next to him on his bunk.

“It’s boring now, at sea,” he told her with an air of pathos. “always get boring now. 8, 9 day.”

Gwen nodded. “What do you do to keep from getting bored?”

“Well,” Jacques replied, eye widening, “we WRESTLE!” And with that he grasped her around the waist and dumped her on her head. She fought her way up, fists clenched.

“You die!” She screamed with laughter and threw herself at him. He caught her and skillfully pinned her beneath him on the bed. Gwen giggled as she caught her breath.

“We don’t always wrestle,” Jacques told her, and bent to kiss her.

“Hey, whoa, there’s something you gotta know…” She twisted her head to keep their lips görükle escort apart.

He pulled back a little, but kept her pinned. “What?”

“I’m celibate,” she replied knowing the type of response this usually elicited. However, instead of the normal distancing from the mating scene, as it were, Jacques pressed his body against hers. “What, are you a nun?”

“No.”

“You mean you don’t fuck? You sick dick doe, no?”

“‘Fraid not.”

“Hand job?”

“Nope”

“Facial?” He grinned.

Gwen didn’t believe him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a facial?”

By way of response, Jacques dropped his pants and yanked her arms up to pin her wrists while a large, erect cock came into view. Gwen almost shrieked.

“Oh my God Jacques, what the fuck are you doing!” Gwen struggled to get free from beneath him, but she was pinned, his cock right in front of her face. Her eyes widened as he began to stroke it gently.

“Jacques, please stop,” she told him, but her voice was devoid of conviction. He continued, and despite her embarrassment and humiliation, she felt a slight frisson beneath her skirt; she became aware of the sensation of her underwear pressing against her vulva a quickening of the breath from more than the exertions of wrestling to get free.

“No girl,” he answered her. “You asked, now I show you.” His hand continued its slow stroke. “I show you…” He brought his penis close to her lips; she bit at him, snarling, more for show than out of a willingness to hurt him,. He tightened his hold upon her and drew deep breaths, and stroked himself with relish. Gwen knew she should scream but she couldn’t. Jacques’ long dick horrified and fascinated her; she found herself squeezing her thighs together a hard as she could while the man atop her—and he was a man, oh yes, no child he—began to make sounds that she had never heard before, but which made her pussy hotter and wetter than she had ever known.

She felt the tension in his legs first, and then the break in the rhythm of breathing, and then Jacques began to swell to a girth that frightened her…he pointed it at her, and she saw its eye, a drop of white weeping from it, and then Jacques grunted and the warm torrent hit her, it was come, his come, and it was on her cheek, and then it was on her lips too, and then on her chin, and she felt used, she was used, and made low, less than dirt—and she licked his spend from her lips.

That sent her over; she clenched her teeth and held her breath and noiselessly, motionlessly succumbed to her very first orgasm. She felt tingles through her whole body and a divine clenching deep inside her; she felt wetness running down her legs and she felt burning shame—and somehow, that made it even better.

She was astounded at his ferocity as he hurled himself off her. “You like dat, don’t you?” She only looked involuntarily at his crotch. “Well ged on out heah, you had enough.”

Hurt and humiliated, she ran back to her bunk and sobbed and dreamed.

“Did you see Jacques on board afterward?”

I felt weak, and the room sort of spun. “Ya..I did see him. You have to see each other, you’re on board a ship.”

“Was he ashamed at what he’d done?”

I had to smile at that. “Well, you’d think I would have gone away, every time I saw him, you know? But I didn’t. I hung around him closer than ever. It started really creeping him out, and he started staying away from me. So yes, I’d say he was ashamed.”

“Did you ever have sex with him?”

“No. I was cherry.” I felt like I was about to cry.

“What happened after he ejaculated onto your face?”

“I told you, I saw him around–“

“No, I mean right after. Did he let you right up?”

I thought. This was the worst time in my life, but it had like a nostalgia all the same. “No. He wiped his prick on my cheek first.”

“What did you do when he let you up?”

“I went back to my cabin on the other side of the ship.”

“What did you do there?”

And I can’t stop it, I can’t keep it a secret for another second. “I TOUCHED MYSELF.” And I’m crying before I even know it. “I touched myself and I liked it..I didn’t have the guts to go all the way but I still had my first orgasm on the Bellemae.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I felt soiled…because it’s been so long I’d forgotten.”

“You touched yourself. Why?” And I know I can’t answer his question. I ‘d take the worst possibly way out of it if I had to. So I did. I kept talking.

The tenth day brought more sun and no wind. The Bellemae, now very low on fuel, lay becalmed for want of wind. Squalls on the horizon promised wind but none came. Jacques and Gwen circled each other on the deck to maintain the greatest possible distance between them. Rumors began to circulate that it was a lover’s quarrel, that she was yet another of Jacques’ long line of conquests. Hours ground by with nothing to do; she played chess with the captain but didn’t understand the way the pieces moved görükle escort bayan and so he let her win. Around three in the afternoon—she wasn’t sure how many time zones they’d crossed—the watchman’s call rang out across the deck: “Ship to starboard, she’s hailed us!” The captain, a stoic man who seemed to have no personality whatsoever, stood up and looked out a porthole, scanning the waterline, and then stopped. He whistled. “And?”

“They say they’re out of water and six days out, they ask if we’ve any to spare.”

The captain considered this carefully. Gwen realized he didn’t have much to weigh; if he didn’t give those people water, they’d probably die. There was nothing around them but water for days.

As if he’d heard her speaking in his head, he nodded. “Tell them they can come aside us.”

“Why did you take so long to answer?” Gwen demanded of him when the watchman had left. “You can’t let those people die. What were you thainking about?”

“I was thinking,” he returned, “that we do not have a great deal of water to spare. Enough to give a vessel that size only 2 days more, if she’s fully crewed. I was thinking that I have no weapons if they decide to take all of it by force, and leave us thirsty. Or if they didn’t need water at all.”

“You mean like pirates?” she asked, a flutter of excitement within her.

“Exactly like pirates,” he replied. “Now, I see you getting the romantic picture of pirates in your head, but they’re real, and they’re very very bad. They will steal everything you have, but they will kill you first. And they might have…uses for you before they do you in, because you can’t tell on them when you’re dead, and you can’t stop them until you are.” His somewhat vacant gaze fell upon her. “I hope you never meet any, and trying to make sure you don’t is the reason I took so long.”

Gwen felt a small amount of fear and a large amount of excitement. For the first time that day, she stopped thinking about Jacques’ cock exploding onto her, and the salty taste of him on her lips, as he held her, held her so tight she couldn’t move– “How can they survive out at sea? how can they do those things?”

“Those have the same answer: They are evil men who steal whatever they need from everybody they meet. Not even all men—the worst of the pirates have been women. They often became captains themselves, you know; captains of pirate ships.”

Now Gwen was excited, and a little aroused, as well. “You mean I could be a pirate captain?”

The captain’s expression hardened. “If you were lucky, you would be shot down as soon as you tried. If you were unlucky, you would be passed around like a whore and then chucked overboard.” He glared at her. “So put your notions aside. Pirates are veil, and wrong–“

“Pirates to starboard!” The watchman’s message was a scream this time. The captain looked out the porthole again, and what little animation his face possessed drained away.

“Oh fuck me, please God no..”

He ran from the cabin onto the deck and immediately staggered backward. Gwen felt a wet mist on her face and arms and the captain fell back with a two-centimeter hole right in the center of his forehead.

“Well, I freaked,” I said, and ran down. I couldn’t go on. The pictures were all there, the pictures I’d run from, took drugs to get away from, but I couldn’t say it, I needed to say it but I couldn’t.

“That’s understandable,” Dr Annon said and he was so sympathetic he made me want to cuddle him. “You’d just seen a friend killed right in front of you. That’s quite a trauma.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call him a friend, he was just the captain. But I got his blood all over me. I was trying to wipe it off, with the blanket from his bunk, and that’s what I was doing when I heard a shot and my mom screaming and I just, I went to pieces, I just ran out that door and tripped over my feet. I hit the floor and heard bullets whirring—no shit, they actually whirred—and then I heard gunshots. Is that weird?”

He nodded and motioned me to continue. He was so hot..

“I got up, and looked around the deck, and I saw two men throw my father over the rail. They way he flapped around, I knew he was dead.” My whole body ached from the memory; I hadn’t really thought much about him…oh God, goodbye, daddy—and I was bawling. Dr Annon gave me a tissue and I blew my nose.

“Where was your mother?”

“S…she…was in a a group off to the side, three or four of them were standing around Mom and one of them was pointing a gun at her. She was on her knees, and she was bowing to him…over and over. Another one had an hourglass. As I watched, the sand ran out in the hourglass, and the gun went off. She fell, and then I could see the pirate’s dick and I realized she’d been sucking his dick, racing the clock and she lost.”

I couldn’t see because of the tears, and Dr Annon was sitting beside me, and his arm was around me. “Tell me what happened,” he said in that soft soft voice. I melted again.

“Well…I bursa escort was on the deck and one of the guys with the guns, that almost just shot me—he grabbed me and walked to the rail with me right under his arm, and I started to panic, I thought he was going to throw me overboard like he had my daddy, like the captain had talked about when we played chess that day. But when we got to the rail, I realized there was another ship alongside us, and he threw me onto the other boat and another guy caught me, he…” I stop, and just breathe for a few seconds.

“What happened?”

“He manacled me, looped the chain over a way-high hook on the mast, and I looked way up and saw their colors, if you can call them that, a white noose on a field of black. And while I was looking up there someone came right in and grabbed my tits, and I couldn’t put my arms down ’cause they were chained over my head, but I tried anyway, like I had to. And those manacles hurt my wrists a lot and so I had to relax again, and as soon as I did they got grabbed again. I tried to kick but those damn iron bracelets tore at me, and then the pirates picked me up and their fingers were everywhere, God just everywhere.” I rolled my eyes in pleasure of the memory. “Not too much, you know, just enough, kinda fucking me with their fingers, you know?” He nodded and I saw him gulp, but he stayed close. Oh doctor, if only I wanted to fuck…

“You enjoyed it?”

“I screamed and bit and twisted and thrashed like crazy. And I loved it. It was like being tickled all over with my own clit.”

Gwen shook the chains that bound her to the hook in the mast, and cried out again, knowing that all hope of salvation or succor was likely dead but needing to call for someone. The pirates laughed and mocked her. She saw through widening eyes that some of them had exposed their dicks and were stroking them. She remembered Jacques with a quick twinge of excitement somewhere just north of her pussy, followed by a heartsick sob as she realized he was dead along with the rest of Bellemae’s crew. The pirates’ hands became repulsive to her and her screams and thrashing redoubled.

“Hold, men,” came a voice with authority. The pirates set her down and parted like grass before the wind.

The man now looking at her was obviously the captain, by his presence. His face was shadowed by the light of the cabin behind him, but Gwen could see he wore a long brown coat and a large foppish hat with a plume. As he approached, she could see his face, a little at a time: first cheekbones, and a scar along the right one; then his nose, not long but too aquiline to be called pretty; then his chin and jaw, aristocratically chiseled. His eyes were too slitted for her to see their color. The overall impression of his face, clothing, and manner was of a rake: handsome in an unconventional way, a lover of women but too merciless to ever truly love anyone, and prone to expensive habits. He strode up to her and grasped her chin, pulling her head so she had no choice but to face him.

“Who are you?”

“Gwen Phillips,” she replied. She shook the chains that looped around the hook in the mast and cut her wrists again. “Let me down,” she told him.

The captain moved very close to her and his slap was sudden and stung the side of her face. The pirates gathered around her ‘oohed’ and laughed viciously. “I asked you your name, not your desires,” he told her softly. “What are you prepared to do to get down from there, Gwen Phillips?”

She only stared at him.

He pressed himself against her and she felt him between her legs and rubbing against her. Gwen kicked at him, felt a knee connect almost solidly between his legs, but he did not fall; the crew hushed immediately and the heard whispers in the silence before the captain roared: “The wench plays with her feet!” and the heel of one leather moccasin slammed into her cheekbone. Her eye immediately watered and the side of her face felt heavy and hot. She sagged against the chains and two pairs of hands grasped her ankles, pulled them behind her, to each side of the mast. Her weight was completely supported by her wrists in the cutting manacles and the pirates holding her legs . He pressed against her again and, with her legs pulled behind her as they were, she couldn’t avoid his hand rubbing her, terrifying her yet at the same time sending darts of pleasure throughout her body.

“You’re pretty enough,” he told her, then he ran a hand down her front. “You feel passing good to the casual observer, let’s say—” and his hand came up between her thighs and her gasp sounded a little too much like a pleasure-moan. The pirate captain gave her a suggestive leer and began to disrobe her, one piece of clothing at a time; each piece of clothing he dramatically threw over the rail and out to sea. The message was plain: You will not need clothing for what you will be doing, and once you can’t please one of us, over the rail you will go too. Gwen struggled, but the pirates holding her legs pulled backward until she felt split apart by the force against her pelvis and her strength waned. The captain continued disrobing her, this time using a cruel-looking blade to assist him. Gwen’s skin tried to crawl away from the knife and the captain nicked her with it.

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“I’d better get going,” Heather sighed, spotting the clock. “You’re boyfriend will be home soon. Can’t let him know about last night.”

Stephie winked.

“I’ll call you later, Heather. Goodbye.”

Heather turned and reached for the doorknob, but it twisted before she touched it. The bathroom door opened, and Dane stood there, surprised to see the two of them.

“Dane?!” said Stephie, startled, “I thought you weren’t getting home until nine…”

“Daylight savings, Steph…” said Dane, looking from one girl to the other. Both were still mostly wet, although dressed, but it was obvious that they had showered together. “Who’s your friend?”

Heather recovered quickly, and stuck out her hand.

“Heather St. John,” she said, “I’m a friend of Stephie’s.”

“Funny,” said Dane, “She’s never mentioned you before.”

“Uhm…” stammered Stephie, “Heather’s visiting from out of town, I hadn’t seen her in a while. She came over to use the shower, the one where she’s staying at isn’t working.”

“Pretty nice story, Steph, but I don’t buy it,” said Dane, glaring at her. “You wouldn’t be hiding anything from me, would you?”

Stephie shook her head.

Heather looked uncomfortably from one to the other, and then said “I’d better be going, I’ll talk to you later,” and hurried out the door.

Alone with Dane, Stephie took a step back. She knew he didn’t believe her, and she knew what was coming next.

When Dane had met Stephie two years before, he couldn’t believe his luck. She was a shy, petite, gorgeous brunette like he had only dreamed about. She had dark brown curls hanging to her shoulders and aqua blue eyes that showed every emotion playing across her mind. She was short, only 5 feet tall, and weighed a little over 110 pounds. Her body görükle escort was luscious, curvy, with shapely hips and buttocks, and nice handful sized breasts with tiny pink nipples. Her skin was creamy, flawless, and soft to the touch. At 20 years old she was a wonderful specimen of a female. And, to his surprise and delight, she was submissive.

Stephie had read about bdsm an awful lot before she had the courage to ever mention it to anyone. Erotica, safety manuals, novels, anything she could find on the subject she devoured. She was fascinated by giving up control completely to another person, a master. When friends introduced her to Dane, a sexy blonde Adonis of a man, with short hair, green eyes, massive chest. He towered over her, at 6 feet, but he was so gentle that she couldn’t imagine him being dominant. But after a couple of weeks, she confessed her desires, and he, in turn, confessed his similar ones. After only two months of dating, Stephie moved in to Danes apartment, and began a Dom/sub relationship.

“Strip and kneel,” said Dane, in his ‘Don’t disobey me or else’ voice.

Stephie pulled off her clothes and knelt in front of him, her bare bottom resting on her heels, thighs wide apart, hands on her knees, and head down.

“Now,” said Dane, “Tell me about Heather.”

“We were friends in high school, Master,” she began, “We sort of experimented on each other.”

“Experimented how, slut?”

“Like,” Stephie blushed, embarrassed to be confessing things like this to him. “Like kissing, and then…” She swallowed hard. “We practiced oral sex on each other, learned how to lick each other until we were squirming with pleasure.”

“Did you do this while I was away last night?”

“Yes, Master…We did…” Stephie hung her head even görükle escort bayan lower.

“I just want to know, slut,” Dane said, reaching down and lifting her chin so that she looked at his face, “Why you felt you couldn’t tell me this?”

“I was afraid, Master. I thought that you wouldn’t allow it.”

“If you thought I wouldn’t allow it,” he said, “Then why did you do it?”

There was no answer that Stephie could give. She was so ashamed. She wanted to look back at her place on the floor, but his hand didn’t leave her chin so she didn’t dare.

“I’m sorry, Master. I think you will have to punish me.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, bitch,” said Dane.

——

Stephie lay on her stomach, the bed beneath her. She was spread eagled, her ankles fastened to the posts at the head of the bed, her wrists tied to the posts at the foot. Above her stood Dane, riding crop in hand.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” he asked her.

“For not telling you what I planned with Heather, Master,” she answered.

“Correct. Now, I want you to count the strokes, and thank me for each one.” He pulled back his arm and let a blow loose on her.

“ONE! Thank you Master!”

“TWO! Thank you Master!”

He hit her five times total, welts popped up on her creamy buttocks. Dane moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed a handful of Stephie’s hair. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. She liked the pain, but it still hurt. Her bottom throbbed. Her pussy throbbed. She could feel herself, wet, between her legs.

“Are you sorry, slut?”

“Yes, Master, thank you for punishing me, Master.”

“Good Girl. Now show me how sorry you are.”

Dane undid his jeans, and eased his semi-erect cock bursa escort from inside them. The head poked at Stephie’s lips, and she opened up for him. As she took the mushroom shaped head inside her mouth and closed her lips around it, allowing her tongue to probe the tiny hole at the tip, She could feel the warmth in her pussy grow. Stephie thrust her hips at the bed, desperately trying for some contact to her clit. She suctioned a little more of his cock inside her mouth, lapping the bottom of the shaft with her long tongue. He could feel the roof of her mouth while he leisurely fucked her face, her teeth grazing along the top. Dane became impatient and pushed the whole thing in, so that her lips hit his balls. She gagged for a moment, but adjusted her throat for his member.

He held on to her hair and thrust in and out of her mouth. She did her best to move her tongue around his cock as he pumped in and out of her velvety mouth; her lips in an O as she tried to suck him back inside. He thrust faster and faster, finally withdrawing completely. He disappeared from her sight but she felt him get on to the bed, then move on top of her.

Dane grabbed her hips, pulling them up, and thrust inside her wet pussy. She moaned and thrust back at him, moving in time to his violent thrusts. He held her like a doll, rocking back and forth inside her, pulling her impossibly against her bonds. Still sensitive from that mornings adventure in the shower, her pussy responded instantly to the stimulation as she started to climax.

Stephie’s pussy tightened around Dane’s cock as her muscles spasmed. She had orgasm after orgasm, her cunt seeming to suck Dane’s cock inside her, trying to squeeze the cum out of him. His thrusts grew harder and faster and finally he spurted inside of her, filling her. He pulled out of her, rolled off of her, and after a moments rest stood in front of her again.

“Clean me off, bitch,” he said, and she opened her mouth to gladly comply.

“Now,” said Dane, “Do you think Heather would want to get together with you again?”

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I’ve always enjoyed stories in which you get to choose the main character, as I’ve done here (it’s set in 1st person perspective but also in 2nd person perspective). I’ve purposefully made it vague so you can fill in the details to your own liking.

Also, I should have mentioned this before but if anyone wants to offer ideas to stories and wants me to write them, please do. I’ll see what I can do with your ideas, just a reminder though, I will not do cross-dressing or transvestite, strictly transsexual (I think this goes without saying but no gay stories either).

This is a t-girl top story, but like I said, you can choose who you are. Enjoy!

Your First Flight

Here we are, you sitting next to me, our hands together over the arm rest. We feel the plane lift off the ground and the sensation of being in the air fills our bodies. I feel you clutch my hand in fear as this is your first flight ever. I reassure you by placing my hand over yours and smile to you, “it’s normal, don’t worry,” I say. You just smile meekly; the rose color in your cheeks brightens slightly.

I let go as the plane settles and the turbulence of the climbing ceases. I feel you relax in your seat and pat your hand again to reassure you once more. The ascent takes a little while, I can’t keep my eyes off you as you stare out the window watching as the land below drifts further and further away.

As we pass through the clouds you turn away from the window and gently rest your head on my shoulder. I sense you close your eyes and let the plane take us away on our first vacation together. I take the time now to read a book as you quietly rest.

——————————–

A slight bump in the flight causes you to wake. You look around as if you have no idea where you are. You soon realize where you are and blush as the embarrassment settles in. I smile knowing you’re struggling to adjust to flying.

I check my watch and guess we’ve been flying for just over half an hour. The stewards haven’t come by yet, but that’s okay. I hear you rustling in your seat, trying to get comfortable in the cramped space. I stretch my legs under the seat cubby in front of me, which does little to alleviate the slight discomfort.

You look to me and me to you. I stare into your green eyes and our lips embrace. Closing my eyes, I feel you want to enter me and I part my lips as our tongues find each others’. Your warm, soft tongue enticingly plays with my own. I hear you moan through our kiss and put my hand on your nearby thigh. Your smooth, bare leg feels warm to my touch as I gently rub it.

Spending a heavenly minute in each others’ mouths you gently push me away and smile. I smile back and your smile changes görükle escort to a smirk. You take your hand that’s resting on your leg and guide my hand up. I feel your soft smooth skin until I reach the hem of your skirt. You keep guiding my hand up and under your skirt. My heart begins to race as I near your special place but you stop just short. You quietly giggle as my face shows disappointment. I smile back knowing you’re just a tease. I feel your hand guiding mine back down your thigh before lifting off and setting it on the arm rest.

You lean in again for a kiss and I don’t hesitate as our lips embrace once again. I’m surprised by the short length of it as you push me playfully away again. “Meet me in the bathroom,” you say with a smile. You nudge me to get up and I do so. Unbuckling my ‘complex’ seatbelt, the one in which you apparently need a stewardess to explain its contraption… I get up and head down the aisle. As I pass by all the seats I notice most people are asleep or watching a movie on their screens, paying absolutely no attention to me. There isn’t a line at the restrooms and I see that neither of them are occupied on either side of the aisle. I look back to see you watching me and I enter the one on the left.

I leave it unlocked, having a faint idea as to why I’m here. The area is small and I look around. I feel the urge to pee and decide to do the deed. While doing my business I hear the door being opened and look to see you. You’re smiling and quickly get inside with me. I finish up and wash my hands, feeling your body pressed up to mine in the cramped space. Your perfect breasts squish into my back as I dry my hands. I feel you wrap your arms around my waist and I turn my head to you. In your heels you’re almost my height, we try to kiss but can’t. We both giggle at our predicament but that soon changes as I feel your hands wander down my waist to my butt.

Your soft hands glide over my jean covered butt and I feel you slap one cheek as you finish your ministrations. I hear you moan into my ear as I see you in the mirror, your pouty lips deliciously enticing. Your hands soon wander back up my butt and around my torso. They rest at my abs and I feel you caress me there, moaning again into my ear, “I need you!”

I smile into the mirror and you just catch it out of the corner of your eye and smile back. Again I feel your hands drift around my torso. I know where they’re headed and wait for their arrival as I place my hands on the sink counter just in front of me.

“Mmmmm, that’s my boy!” you whisper as you watch my actions. I wait patiently and feel your graceful hands unshackle my belt buckle and move to my zipper. I watch as two fingers pull on görükle escort bayan the zipper releasing me from my trousers. Your body to my back is the only thing holding up my pants now and you pull away slightly to let them fall. I feel the soft fabric of your skirt on my boxer shorts as you press up against me again. Your hands fall back to my butt again and I feel your slender fingers glide over my shorts. Your nails tickle my butt as you gently rake them across the thin material of my underwear.

Your fingers swirl over my ass and your touch is slowly getting me aroused. I hear you quietly giggle as a large bulge appears inside my shorts. The damp paint of your lip gloss causes me to shiver when you plant a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. Your pouty lips gently skip on my neck as your hands slide up to the waistband of my shorts. The softness of your fingers sends another shudder down my spine as I feel you curl your fingers around my shorts and slowly pull them down my legs.

You follow my shorts all the way down to my ankles and stand back up to see my erection pointing towards the mirror. “There’s my big boy!” you whisper with a smile. Your hand glides over my skin, never leaving my body, as it makes its way to my throbbing cock. My impressive member pulses in your enclosed fist and you moan again. “I need you,” you trail off.

“I know,” I say.

You slowly start pumping your fist over my member and I close my eyes as your soft touch seduces me. I hear you rustling behind me and know you’re preparing yourself. I open my eyes and just barely see in the mirror you pull your skirt up and bunch it up around your waist. I can’t see your panties from the mirror but am still aroused just by the feel of your panties on my naked butt. You slowly gyrate your hips in a circular motion, brushing your panties along my butt. The feel of the soft fabric is really nice and you know I like it. “Ready sweetie?” you ask.

“Of course my love,” I whisper back.

You release your pumping fist from my cock and move it back to your panties. I watch your hands maneuver behind me getting yourself ready. “Mmmm, there we go,” you whisper. I feel your excitement on my butt, its warm throbbing firmness ready for some attention. What little room we have in the bathroom, I press my hips forward to give you more room. My cock rests just above the cold counter top, pulsing along with my heartbeat.

I hear your heels clicking on the hard floor as you rearrange yourself. Your hands grab onto my hips and usher me towards you. I close my eyes, wanting to only feel now. You hug me to your body and the warmth of your body is nice to mine. Your heartbeat increase in tempo as your special bursa escort gift rests betweens my cheeks. I moan as your warmth spreads my cheeks and hungrily waits at my entrance.

I can barely hold myself from grabbing myself as I wait for you. The wait isn’t long though and I feel you press into me. We’ve done this countless times, but I naturally resist your efforts. “Come on baby,” I hear you whisper. I relax and finally feel you dive into me. My welcoming hole engulfs your warmth and I moan as I feel you enter my most private place.

“Mmmmmm, oh that’s it, that’s my good boy,” you coo. I moan back in response as I feel your hips gently rest against my butt.

“I love you baby,” I say.

“I love you too babe,” you kiss the back of my neck again and I feel you pull away. I clench my butt as you leave me and I hear you moan behind me, “god I love it when you do that…” I smile to myself and relax as I feel you push back in.

We time our movements together in perfect harmony as you pick up the pace. My cock bobs up and down as you put more power behind your thrusts. I groan as you speed up more and grab hold of my cock. I gently glide my fist over myself as you quicken. “Uuuuhhhh, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhh….” You moan. I know you’re getting closer and I pump myself quicker.

“Oh shit babe,” you groan.

I moan as you now slam your hips into me. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the tiny compartment as your thrusts become piston-like. I pump my own fist faster now as I get closer. “Oh shit babe, I can’t hold out much longer…” you moan. I feel you press your entire body against my back, your breasts smashing into me, as you only use your hips to fling yourself into my hungry hole. You wrap your arms around my waist as you slam and pound into me relentlessly.

“Fuck!” you almost scream but you bite into my shoulder to stifle anything else. I know now it’s only a matter of seconds before you’re about to pop.

I hear you groan and moan into my shoulder and then feel you drive as deep into me as you possibly can before I feel your womanhood harden and then release your love inside me. You rest as close to me as your body shudders through your powerful climax. The warmth filling my bowels is too much for me and I barely contain my own voice as my own cock erupts all over the counter top. I gasp as I jerk myself off before feeling spent. My cock slowly deflates and I feel you just finishing your own orgasm.

You embrace me again and pull out, I feel empty as you leave my body. The warm goo seeps out of my abused hole as you bend over to put my shorts and pants back on. The cooling juices stick to my boxer shorts as you pull them up with your delicate hands. Just as I pull my zipper up and buckle my belt you give my rear end another swat before saying, “That was great honey! Love you!”

“Love you too my dear,” I say. I smile to you and wink as you leave the restroom adjusting yourself. You smile back to me knowing I’ll get you next time…

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