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Enlarging Hubby Ch. 04

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So Much Semen

*** Eric ***

“Year?” I asked hesitatingly.

“Oh, yes, enlarging Pat and Brian didn’t happen overnight. That first quarter inch on Brian was easy, the rate of growth slowed down after that. I think we mostly stretched the ligaments in his penis out over those first weeks, letting more of his internal penis hang on the outside. His actual growth rate was about a quarter inch every *month*. After a year, he went from six inches to about nine. We kept on him for another six months, and got one more inch. So, if you average the same, with your bigger starting size, it will be about a year to get you to eleven inches. Pat had a larger start and grew faster – he was a foot long after a year. I think it was all the body building and higher testosterone levels. He’s quite the stud, and works out a lot.”

With that, Jill slid up my penis until the big head popped out of her pussy. She swung off of me and laid down on the bed next to me.

“You’re more excited than I’ve ever seen. So we’re going to measure how much you’ll ejaculate after all that. I want to flip you over. If I untie you, will you stay on all fours? Or do you want me retie you on the coffee table?”

“Coffee table,” I said, grinning. Some of our best edging sessions had happened in the living room with that table. Before buying it, Jill had performed a mysterious set of measurements on my body, including shoulder width, distance from my neck to my pubic hair, forearm length, and thigh length. Kneeling, my chest and abdomen lay on the table surface, my arms can hang straight down and be fastened at the wrists to the table legs, and my thighs butt up against the other set of legs, making tying easy. Since my head hangs off the end, Jill usually places the table to line up with the couch, letting me rest my head on a cushion, or in her crotch to work her over with my tongue during a break. Most importantly, my penis and testicles hang freely behind and little under the table, giving her access from all angles to do whatever she wants to them.

“Okay, but first…” Jill reached into her bedside table and pulled out two special toys we occasionally used to capture my semen – a hollow penis plug and a large, clear plastic tube that attaches to it, with metric volume measurements marked on the side in cubic centimeters. The tube snapped at right angles to the five inch penis plug. The plug started thin at the tapered end meant to penetrate a man’s urethra, then gradually flared like a long, thin cone to almost three eighths of an inch, before narrowing at the right angle attachment. It was an anniversary gift Jill gave me, along with the half-dozen orgasms it took to empty me out until I was dry. Jill grasped my enraged penis by the base, and slowly slid the fiendish device into my oozing pee hole.

I know how much she loves pretending to sexually torture me, so I played up my reaction to be painful rather than the exquisite pleasure I was feeling, both from the urethral stimulation and from having the surface drag through my swollen foreskin. “Oh God! Oh God!” I exclaimed. “No! No! It’s too big!” all the while groaning with pleasure.

Jill caught on, pushing and then pulling back a little, working the plug into my cock, fucking me with it. “Oh, quit, you big baby. You can take it. I should push something even bigger down your little cock.” She intentionally pulled the plug all the way out and reinserted it over and over again, then finally pushed the widest part down past my taut pee hole. I gasped as it stretched me open a little more than I could handle, then sighed as my opening sex izle contracting down to the smaller quarter inch tube connected to the collector. Once the plug was fully inserted, she untied my wrists from the headboard. I sat up.

“It’s been a little while since we’ve used this,” I observed.

“Far too long. Come on, let’s get you into the living room.” I swung my legs off the bed and followed her, my erection sticking up at a 45 degree angle. “Did you take an enema, like I asked?” Jill started asking me take enemas a year ago whenever she was gone on GNO. I love it when she slides a finger into me while I penetrate her – it makes me come even more than usual – and she likes her fingers to come out of me clean.

“I sure did. Four of them until everything ran clear.”

Jill nodded approvingly. “Good. I want you giving yourself an enema when you get home every night, before you come and masturbate for me. Will you do that for me, love?” I nodded.

“Why don’t you put the table facing the television?” I did so. This was going to be good – Jill would sometimes put in a video for me to watch while she extracted all of my semen. It looked like this was going to be one of those evenings. Then I laid down on the table, sliding up a little from the bottom so that my erect penis would hang mostly underneath it. She busied herself securing my wrists and thighs to the legs of the table, and again I was helplessly bound, and at her sexual whim. She snapped the collection cylinder to the end of the penis plug.

“Now, let’s see how much I can get out of you.”

With that, she lubricated her right index finger, and slowly worked it into my anus. I sighed contentedly, and prepared for her to start jacking my cock. I was about to explode, and had been teased so long that my prostate had become hard and uncomfortable.

*** Jill ***

My beautiful husband had agreed to everything I’d asked. I was in heaven! I was finally able to “come out of the closet” about my sexual past, my kinkiest desires, my current lovers, everything! I still regretted waiting so long – I could have been living my dream years ago if I’d done this earlier. I should have realized that Eric’s love of bondage signalled a willingness for a CFNM relationship. And now I had it, just like Lisa! I’m not sure if Eric realized how much control he was giving up to me in pursuit of a monster penis. I had some serious plans for his sexual future.

And now I had my love firmly strapped to the milking table, completely at my mercy, with a hollow plug slid into his penis to collect semen. We were about to find out just how much he could produce.

Here’s the thing about men’s seminal production: you don’t actually have to make them come in order to get their semen. Instead, you can take advantage of the fact that when they are sufficiently excited (as Eric had been for the past hour and a half) the prostate and seminal vesicles fill with fluid on little microscopic follicles. That’s how Eric built up such a big load for our wedding day – the constant sex and masturbation without quite crossing over into an orgasm (and ejaculation) caused lots of follicles to fill overflowing with semen. After a few days it gets reabsorbed: I mostly wanted the psychological tension of his being held on edge for two weeks to enhance his orgasm the morning of our wedding, and result in as much pleasure for him as possible. Now he was again in that condition.

Anyway, once the fluids are in the follicles, you can get more cum out of a man by keeping him excited and simply massaging the liquid out. Eric alt yazılı porno was clearly more excited in that moment than he had ever been in his life. (I sure was. -Eric) So, if I harvested the existing semen out of him with massage, and didn’t let him actually orgasm, he would continue to stay just as excited, and I could continue to harvest his semen. Simple. (And diabolical. -Eric)

I am quite expert at milking a man’s prostate, having practiced for years on Brian and Pat. I’d never done it to Eric, and didn’t think it had ever been done to him by someone else. He was in for quite a surprise. Normally when I say, “Let’s see how much,” I masturbate him to orgasm over and over, and collect the result with our little penis penetrator. This time, I was going to take all of his semen, and he wasn’t going to experience any orgasms at all. I smiled quietly to myself, thinking what his reaction would be.

I wanted him to be able to see his penis, so I placed a medium sized mirror on the floor under the table. This allowed him to hang his head down and watch his cock and balls. I had done this in the past so he could enjoy watching how I would masturbate him and ejaculate on the mirror, but this time I wanted him to watch the fluid ooze out of his penis and collect in the cylinder. A special pornographic video for our private collection would be made of the event. I set up a quality video camera on a tripod in order to record his first milking for our later enjoyment, and patched it to the television screen.

I lubed my my index finger thoroughly and slid it into him a few inches with my palm facing down. He moaned appreciatively. Then I gently rubbed his hard prostate, making small circular motions first, then a sort of “come here” gesture facing downward. After thirty seconds, my husband was squirming against his bonds, unsure of what I was doing. “Aren’t you going to finish me?” he asked plaintively.

“Of course, sweetie,” I lied. “Let’s just see where this goes. Relax. You may feel a little like you’re going to pee, but you’re not. This is going to get *all* of your semen out of you. Every drop.” I continue the upside-down “come here” gesture with my finger buried in his rectum. “Just relax. Relax the come out. Relax.” His penis stiffened and the veins on it stood out as I rubbed the little group of glands at its base inside his anus. Then the first of the thin, watery semen pushed its way through the penis plug and tube, and dribbled into the waiting cylinder. I pressed a little harder, and more pushed its way out, thicker than the previous dollop.

Eric dropped his head to look at the mirror under him, watching the semen drip gradually into the cylinder. His voice contained an interesting mix of pleasure and puzzlement. “How are you doing that? It feels really good, but I’m not coming.” I then explained the mechanics of prostate massage and milking a man. All the while, more and more semen accumulated in the collector, with each motion of my finger.

“Ah, ah, ahhh…” Eric kept repeating, as spurt after weak spurt pushed its way out of his overtaxed prostate and seminal vesicles, and into the cylinder. After twenty minutes of prostate milking, there was no more to be had. I slid my index finger out of his anus, glad to see it was clean. He really had rinsed himself thoroughly. I reached under, and ran my fingers along his urethra, to where the penis plug penetrated four inches beneath the glans. A little more semen pushed out through the penis plug to drip into the cylinder. His erection remained rock hard.

“I got out altyazılı sex izle all the semen. I’m going to let you rest for a few minutes, then I’m going to tease you to generate more.” I placed a small footrest in front of my husband, slid it under his chin, and sat down in front of his face. I spread open my legs, and pulled my knees back with my hands to present him with as much exposed vagina and clit as possible. “Now lick.”

Eric dutifully lapped my genitals, running his soft, flattened tongue up and down my inner and outer labia, and my clitoral hood. It was like being licked by a dog. “Mmmm, so good,” I murmured. Covering my pussy with so much tongue at once, he brought me to orgasm fast and hard. I held is face and rubbed my pussy juice all over his nose and cheeks and chin as I spasmed, and kept his face pressed against my pussy even after my orgasm had ended. He held still, and simply breathed in my scent.

“Now to make some more sperm,” I said, and got up from the foot rest. Squatting down to inspect his penis, I noticed that he was leaking precum again, rinsing the last of the semen out of the penis plug and into the collection cylinder. The cylinder held an astonishing 32 ml (about six and a half teaspoons) of semen. Ordinarily, a man ejaculates between one and five ml, and Eric as much as 15 ml – he would classify as having hyperspermia. The milking was working – we had already broken the record 30 ml I had gotten out of him with orgasms on our last anniversary.

I lightly pulled his swollen foreskin forward of his glans, stretching it half an inch. “Don’t come,” I admonished. I gently stretched and released the prepuce.

After a minute, Eric exclaimed, “I’m close!” and I let go of his penis. I slipped my index and middle fingers into his anus, and gently massaged his prostate. Eric groaned and released a small trickle of semen over the next few minutes.

I repeated the stimulation / massage cycle over and over. My husband begged me to stop and let him come, but I refused. “You need to be emptied. It’s bad to hold all this semen in. While we are enlarging your penis, this is how we are going to release it, not with penis orgasms.” I continued to extract it for another half an hour.

It was approaching midnight when I finished filling the cylinder. Between the bondage, hours of teasing, the kinkiness of feeding him Pat’s semen, and the prostate massage, I had collected 47 ml of semen and precum from my husband. That was a whopping quarter of a cup, and didn’t even count the precum he had leaked all over himself when he was tied to the bed.

“Baby, I’m done taking your semen,” I said, gently rubbing his tight ass. “And I got a huge amount! Look at it all!” I picked up the cylinder and brought it around so Eric could look at it. “Isn’t that amazing? This is going to be quite a record to try to break! You almost filled the cylinder!” The cylinder was 50 ml. I couldn’t wait to try to overflow it, but some other time, when it wasn’t so late. There was one last thing I wanted to do to him. I set the cylinder down next to my husband on the coffee table, and took pictures of him with the cylinder as proof of his amazing production.

“Now I want you to reabsorb the testosterone in your semen,” I said. “There are two ways to do it. Drinking it means it goes into your stomach, and some of it will be destroyed by digestion. Plus, you already drank quite a bit of Pat’s semen tonight. So I’m going to inject it back into your anus and leave it there tonight for your body to absorb. Let me get a few things.”

With that, I left the room and reentered my walk-in closet. I rummaged in the special sex drawer of my closet organizer and pulled out a medium size syringe with no needle, and a two-ended dildo. It was time to introduce my husband to the pleasures of penetration. He was going to be my bitch tonight.

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Emily’s Secret Adventure Ch. 01

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Chapter 1

I’m finishing my fourth beer and look around for the waitress to order another round. Emily is sitting on the opposite side of the table and keeps complaining that I have turned yet another civilized dinner into a drunken night out. It’s getting well past midnight. She doesn’t want to wake up sleepy and hung over on Sunday morning. I’m sure that would be a horrible setback and derail her exciting and busy life. I bite my tongue and don’t verbalise my thoughts. Her boring and uneventful life is something she is insecure about. I don’t want to rub it in her face and get her even more pissed off.

Now she’s complaining about the wine. She doesn’t like it and it gives her heartburn. This is one of her mean and bitchy nights when she’s mean to me and everyone else, trying to ruin the fun. On other nights she acts the exact opposite, being extra friendly to me, bordering on subtle and not so subtle flirting. I find both of these extremes equally unwelcome. It’s awkward and it can be hard to relax and have fun when I have to constantly keep navigating the social situation to make sure it doesn’t escalate into a conflict. I know she’s attracted to me, so does her long-term boyfriend and most of our friends. We don’t talk about it openly but everyone knows. It’s been going on for several years now.

I’m well past the point of feeling smug about how desirable I am and now this situation mostly annoys me. She’s quite attractive, with a slim body, long legs and dark hair. I don’t like her fashion sense. She’s always wearing short skirts to show off her long legs but the whole outfit is not very well put together. She looks like a teenage girl who just started out with her first attempts to look sexy. It’s a bit trashy and she could definitely do so much better with her natural looks if she had a bit more sense.

All things considered, I would hook up with her if she was some random girl I met in a club. But I don’t want her enough to ruin my friendship with her boyfriend. And I definitely don’t see myself being in a relationship with her. I have thought about fucking her but I know that she’s too mean and immature to keep it a secret. She’ll either break up with her boyfriend and potentially tell him the reason or use it as ammunition to control and manipulate me.

She likes to have power over men and I suspect the fact that she has no power over me is one of the main reasons why she wants me. I’m more intelligent than her and have other options when it comes to women, so her slightly above average looks are not enough to make me lose my mind.

We do share an evil sense of humour and she is quite adventurous, fun and kinky. I know that she could be loads of fun. Unfortunately she had a pretty sheltered childhood and her boyfriend is too boring and conventional to bring that side out of her. She tells me I’m an immature idiot when I tell all my stories of parties, drugs and random hook-ups but I know that deep down inside she’s just jealous she didn’t have a chance to do all that herself.

I’ve had a few fantasies about seducing and perverting her, as well as giving her a nice rough, spanking fucking to punish her for all the nights she was mean to me and getting on my nerves. Again, I decide to refrain from turning them into reality because I don’t feel all the drama is worth it. It’s good material for my mental wank bank but in real life I’d rather stay away from her.

We stay in the bar and drink some more. Emily and her boyfriend mention that she’s moving some stuff from one apartment to another next week. He will be away for work and they want me to help her carry the stuff. The idea annoys me – I already feel a bit irritated with her bitching and agreeing to be her errand boy on top of that doesn’t appeal to me. I also can’t be bothered to deal with her boyfriend and his poking around and jealous passive aggressive comments that is sure to follow when he comes back. I agree but mostly because I’m making an effort to be nicer to people to counteract my douchebag personality. They give me a lift home and her, together with her stupid short skirt and boring boyfriend drive home.

Chapter 2

It’s Monday evening. Tuesday morning is the day when I’m supposed to help her move her stuff. She’s going to text me and pick me up. I don’t want to go because I’d rather go to the beach and tan instead. My thoughts drift to fucking her. If there was a convenient time to do it, this would be it. It would be so much fun to drag her into the bedroom and fuck every hole in her body. That would teach her a lesson and put that little bitch back in her place. In terms of the risk of getting caught it’s not the best idea in the world because her boyfriend knows I’ll be meeting her and will be suspicious right off the bat. I think of all the drama this would cause and cringe. My thoughts drift off to something else and I continue watching rubbish on tv.

Next morning I wake up and have an idea. I can be really altyazılı porno flirty and suggestive with her in subtle ways but stand my ground. She’ll get the message but I doubt she’ll have the guts to come onto me herself. I picture her horny and unsatisfied. Maybe she’ll rub one out when I’m gone. I wonder if she masturbates. After fucking her rough and hard and turning her into a total whore this is the second best option for getting back at her. I grin and congratulate myself on my ingenuity.

She turns up in her car wearing a leather miniskirt, heels and a white top. It looks nice on her tanned skin. It’s a bit overkill for moving furniture but that’s one of her standard outfits and it doesn’t surprise me. I say hi and give her a hug. One of my hands goes inbetween her ass and lower back, the other barely touches the side of her boob. I know she will notice it but it’s not enough to accuse me of groping.

We exchange pleasantries and I can see a sparkle in her eyes. She knows what’s up. While we talk I make sure to maintain strong eye contact. I know the message it will send and that’s one of the ways I’ll employ to tease her. I throw my backpack in the back seat and get in the car. I’m planning on going to the beach after and also bring my camera because I want to take some photos.

We chat in the car. She seems friendly and upbeat. I’m glad she’s not in bitch mode today. I pretend to look ahead while checking out her long legs pressing the pedals with my peripheral vision. In my mind I’m thinking of how these legs will look when they’re up in the air while I’m pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside her cunt. I smell some perfume in the air. She smells nice and definitely made an effort to doll herself up. I wonder how she would smell like when I’m kissing her body, working my way down to her pussy.

Normally I would avoid thinking such thoughts in front of the person I’m talking to. I know that our feelings and intentions are reflected in our body language that other people pick up naturally with their unconscious mind. They might not know it logically but they’ll feel a hunch about what’s up. In this situation I’m doing the exact opposite.

I wonder how she’ll react when she gets a sense that I want her. I know she’ll get horny but it will probably come through as nervousness or friendliness. I’m pretty sure she won’t make the first move because she doesn’t have much experience with guys. I wonder how much teasing it will take to get her to do it. I’m sure it would take a lot more than one day if I was serious about making that a reality.

I exchange glances with her and talk about innocent unrelated subjects while picturing her riding my cock. She smiles a lot and has that naughty little girl expression on her face. I take note that whatever I’m doing is working.

We get to one of her apartments and go up in the lift. It’s really hot. I can smell her sweat and perfume mixing with the natural smell of her skin and hair. You can really notice it as we ride up in the small cramped elevator. It’s giving me a mini boner.

We walk inside. She tells me to get the microwave and bends down to pick up some cardboard boxes. I glance in her direction and can see her bent over. Her miniskirt is stretched over her bum and I can see a bit of her white underwear. It’s a nice view. I take it in and look away – I don’t want her to catch me staring. I wonder if she’s doing it on purpose.

I ponder the thought. If she strikes a few more poses like that I’ll know it’s not an accident. I’m very socially aware and know exactly the sort of games women play.

I take the microwave downstairs and return to pick up a few more boxes. She’s upstairs drinking a glass of water. We have a chat. She mentions that she can’t take her necklace off because something’s wrong with the lock and asks me if I can help her take it off.

I’m happy to oblige and stand behind her. I take the little chain in my hands and make sure that I accidentally stroke the back of her neck. The lock opens straight away and I take it off. Now I’m almost certain she is trying to tease me while I’m teasing her – she could have easily undone it herself and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the lock. There’s a cross on the chain. She’s not too religious but I wonder if she’s trying to get fucked by me and doesn’t want Jesus to see her being a naughty little whore. Or maybe it’s her way of saying that I’m welcome to start taking other things off her body.

We pick up a few more items, walk downstairs and get in her car. We talk and I can see in her eyes how giddy and excited she is. She puts a pair of sunglasses on. Maybe she doesn’t want me to see how horny she is. I picture her pussy getting wet and soaking the fabric of her underwear.

The prospect of fucking her is starting to sound much more appealing to me. Fucking her behind the back of her boyfriend makes it even more exciting. I’m still committed zenci porno to not actively pursuing it but thinking about it is fun. Besides, thoughts can’t hurt anyone. What goes on in my head is my own business. We drive to her second apartment and get out the car.

Chapter 3

Getting her stuff unloaded doesn’t take long. We’re done. She offers me a drink, I get a beer from the fridge. It’s really hot inside because the air conditioners are not on. She fans her palms next to her chest and complains about the heat. It looks very cute and sexy.

She keeps chatting to me. It’s obvious she doesn’t want me to go just yet. I tell her I’m planning to go to the beach later. She says she wants to do the same and asks me if I want to come with her. I’m thinking that this is moving into dangerous territory but I’m also excited. I say yes. Going to the beach doesn’t equate with fucking her. I can tease her some more and work on my tan. I’m sure that as long as I don’t make a move on her nothing will happen.

She goes into one of the bedrooms to change into her bikini. I wonder how she would react if I followed her back there. Maybe she’d accuse me of being a perv and freak out. Maybe she’d have her lips wrapped around my cock within 30 seconds of opening that door. That’s the thing – whoever makes the first move takes the risk. If she wants me she’s going to have to be the one who does it. I sit on the couch and continue watching the tv.

She comes out in her yellow and orange bikini, with a see-through cloth wrapped around her bum and a big beach bag on her shoulder. We go down and get in the car.

She wants to go to a beach slightly outside the city. She’s a snob and doesn’t want to sit next to scummy poor people. That sounds like something she would say. On the other hand she could be up to something. I wonder if she’s trying to get me to make a move on her. Maybe she wants me to fuck her right there on that beach, or in the car. I picture myself bending her over the bonnet and fucking her from behind, pulling on her long black hair and making her back arch. There are so many naughty kinky things I could do to her and I’m sure she would love most of them.

We get to the beach. It’s mostly empty except of a few groups of people here and there and the random dog walker. We walk to the water. She steps on some loose rocks, loses her balance and grabs the top of my arm. I know she did it on purpose. Women don’t accidentally touch men.

I walk down to the water and put my towel down near the shore line, she follows. I put some suntan lotion on my shoulders so they don’t burn. I don’t need much because I tan well and I’ve already been out in the sun quite a bit.

She asks me to put some tanning oil on her back. It’s a tacky, cheesy move. Anyone with half a brain will see it as an obvious come on. Now I’m really walking a fine line between this escalating into something sexual. I wonder how far I can push it without crossing the line.

I’ll tease her but I won’t initiate anything that is obviously sexual. I climb on top of her, sit on her bum and drop some suntan lotion on her back. It smells of coconut. I can rub it all over her body. As long as I stay away from her tits, ass and pussy it doesn’t count as sexual. Well, different people might disagree but it’s still doesn’t cross a line between a casual interaction and sex.

I rub her back and arms, taking my time. If I’m doing this I might as well take the time to enjoy it and tease her. She has her shades on but I can see inside from the side. She has her eyes closed and she’s got a smile on her face. She’s really enjoying this. I turn around and do the same to her legs, starting from the ankles and working my way up. I make sure I stay away from her pussy because that is off limits.

I climb off her and lie down on my beach towel. I can see her reach out and untie her bikini top. Now she’s technically lying down half naked with her tits resting inside the bikini cups. Her skin is shiny from the tanning oil. I definitely feel a desire to fuck her. I wonder what she feels. Maybe she’s even hornier than me.

I lie down for a bit and read a magazine. It gets a bit too hot so I decide to go in the water. I tell her I’m going for a swim. She says she’s coming too. I wonder if she’s going to ask me to tie her bikini top back up or try doing it herself. She asks me, just like I expected. I kneel over her and look for the strings, brushing the sides of her boobs with my hand, then tie it behind her back. I catch myself thinking of using that string to tie her hands together and then fucking her. With the way things are going it starts to seem more like an inevitable conclusion than a fantasy.

Chapter 4

We walk down and get in the water. I go for quick swim and come back. We’re chatting and joking around. I flick some water in her face, she gets annoyed because she’s got make-up on. I tell her it’s stupid aldatma porno to wear make-up to the beach. She starts play fighting me. I end up grabbing her bum under the water by accident, she has her hands on my shoulders. Things slow down, I look at her and make eye contact. Her face looks serious. She means business.

I grab her ass with my hands and pull her closer. She wraps her legs around my waist and presses her crotch against my cock, which is getting hard at this point. Our lips meet, she opens her mouth and my tongue touches hers. Any possibility of us pretending that we’re just friends is now gone. I want to fuck her right here, right now.

We continue to make out. I start kissing her neck. Down below I can feel something rough rubbing against the bottom of my stomach. She must have pulled her bikini to the side and her shaved cunt is rubbing up against me. I pull my trunks down, my cock springs up and starts pushing against her bum. I can feel her move her hips, trying to land on it with her cunt. Moments later she is sliding down the shaft. I can feel my cock going deeper and deeper inside her cunt. It feels warm and wet. She exhales and moans.

I place my hands on her ass and spread her open. I can feel my cock going in and out of her pussy. She is holding onto my shoulders, breathing heavily and scratching my back with her long fingernails. At this moment I am realising I’m not wearing a condom. But it’s too late. I have more pressing concerns now, like helping her cunt move up and down my shaft and sticking my tongue in her mouth. I’m pretty sure she’s clean because she doesn’t whore around, well didn’t use to. I am a bit scared of getting her pregnant but I’m guessing she’s on birth control.

I keep fucking her and it feels great. She’s having the time of her life. Her breathing is fast and I can feel the warm air on my neck. I squeeze her bum and spread her apart. She moans with pleasure, her moans are getting louder and more frequent. I’m so absorbed by the process that I don’t even care if anyone is watching.

I try to fuck her faster and harder but the water is slowing everything down. It still does the trick. She’s making all kinds of noises and I assume she’s coming or is about to. I feel ready to blow myself. I ask her if it’s ok to come inside her. She moans something but can’t form proper sentences. She’s not stopping or pulling away so I’m guessing she’s ok with it. I explode inside her and can feel the warm cum filling up her pussy.

I’m done fucking her but keep her wrapped around me. We make out and look at each other.

“That was awesome.” I say.

“Yes!” Emily replies, with a big grin on her face.

I kiss her again and let go of her ass. We walk out of the water. I take her hand and walk next to her. All I can think about is letting some time pass so I can fuck her again. I don’t want to do it on the beach because of the sand and people walking about. The car would be better. Or maybe the house, if I can wait that long.

Being an adult I decide to do the mature thing and discuss the terms of our new arrangement so everyone is on the same page. I tell her that I won’t make a good partner for her and she’s better off sticking with her boyfriend. She agrees. I then tell her that I loved fucking her and wouldn’t mind doing all kinds of kinky shit with her in the future. She laughs and says she is totally up for it and was waiting for me to make a move on her. I say I was thinking about it but wasn’t sure she was up for it or that she could keep a secret. She reassures me that she can. I give her a quick guide about how to keep in touch with me and not get busted by her boyfriend.

We agree to be lovers and keep it a secret, the discussions are finished. I move over next to her and we start making out. My free hand is stroking her neck and tits. I tell her I’m not finished with her yet. She giggles.

We walk back to the car, me resting one hand on her ass. I can feel myself getting hard again and I’m ready for round two. The drive to her house is too long. I want her now and fucking her in a public place turns me on even more. I tell her to find a secluded spot somewhere along the road.

She turns onto a gravel path next to a bunch of reeds and some abandoned hut. We park the car behind it and I tell her to get out. She obliges. I like her new attitude – she’s up for anything. Maybe all that bitchiness was caused by me not trying to fuck her. Now that she got what she wanted she’s much more cooperative.

I grab my beach towel on my way out the car. She’s about to end up being bent over the bonnet and I don’t want her tits getting burned – the exterior of her blue BMW is way too hot. I face her, we start kissing. I reach out and untie her bikini top and pull it off. Her tits are pointing straight at me, nipples already hard and perky. I squeeze her boobs with my hands, kiss her neck and suck on one of the nipples. She’s moaning with delight.

I keep her top in my hand, turn her around and pull both her hands behind her back. I hold them with one and try to wrap the bikini top string around her wrists.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m tying your hands up.” I answer casually.

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Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met …

PART 1

Master (1) …

I sat watching her walk leisurely over to a clear space on the beach, or rather watching her ass, thinking how great it will be when she slips out of the short denim micro skirt currently covering no more than was absolutely necessary of what was one hot, sexy body.

She was about 5 feet 4, slender and firm with shoulder length dark hair. Her hair looked like it was naturally black and streaked with a lighter brown but, although the spot she had selected was no more than ten metres away from my own space, it was hard to be sure on the exact colouring. She was obviously part oriental, an element that crowned her hot, exotic look.

Shit, today was supposed to be a day of rest for me, down here on the beach on my own, but now I had a subject to gaze upon and moreover I needed to think hard about how I could get to meet her. I watched as her towel fell to the floor along with her bag. The expectation of what would come next was already causing my cock to strain against the fabric of my shorts.

Then she did it. My eyes were transfixed as she pushed the button fastenings free, gave a seductive little wiggle and shrugged the skirt away from her skin. My vision had not been wrong. There facing me was the tightest pert, little ass I had ever seen, covered in a miniscule way by a bright red thong bikini bottom.

“Simon,” I said to myself, “you have struck gold here.”

I lay down on my side facing her and propped my head up on my elbow. Unwittingly she continued her striptease by gripping the sides of her sweatshirt and pulled it up and over her head. I was momentarily breathless. Her upper half matched her bottom half in terms of my vision. Perfectly proportioned breasts covered by the red strings and material of a matching skimpy bikini top. She looked around the beach letting the sea breeze blow her hair exquisitely over her face. She seemed like the last person who would be willing to submit to the dominating whims of another … I hoped I was wrong!

It was time for her to settle into a tanning position and so I continued to watch as she sat down on the sand. Briefly she removed her sun glasses and it was then that our eyes met. It was then that I knew. It was then that my straining erection grew even more solid.

I smiled and she smiled back with a glint in her eyes. Beautiful! Then she turned away and stretched her body out face up to let the sun do its job.

I ogled the length of her legs as I could now see them all the way from the slim ankles up to the toned calves. She lay in a manner which left her thighs parted slightly and I began to imagine myself positioned between them. Fuck, I needed to release my ever burgeoning cock … this girl was making me ache.

I let out a small sigh as I realised how horny this had made me. Maybe I sighed too hard, because as the noise I made subsided her legs shifted slightly. I turned away in case she looked around. I didn’t want to be caught transfixed by the sleek toned curves of her smooth legs and thighs … just yet!

I decided to take in some sun for a while also and so I stripped off my T shirt and, letting my sun glasses take the glare, lay down on my back. It had been a hard week and so I must have drifted off into a light sleep because my subconscious was awoken by a shadow.

I opened my eyes with a start and stared up at the sight before me. The girl of my dreams was staring straight down at me. She had removed her glasses and I found myself looking back into a pair of stunning dark brown eyes.

As soon as I met her gaze she averted her eyes slightly and I smiled knowing this was the moment, the moment where I made a meaningful connection. The intensity of her, now averted, eyes combined with her apparent embarrassment when I looked directly back at her told me that she would submit to me, it was just a case of working out how, when and where.

It was probably too obvious but being faced with such a wealth of naked flesh my eyes traced the curves of her legs to the edge of her bikini, and round the sides to her small tight ass. The skimpy nature of her attire revealed her flat stomach and studded belly button and went on to highlight the shape of her firm pert breasts perfectly. Now I really was hard and, although she hadn’t demonstrated her awareness of the fact, it must have been only too obvious.

It was then I realised that we had been looking at one another for an unusual period of time without speaking. Typically, as I opened my mouth to break the silence, the girl before me spoke.

Slut (1) …

It was unusually warm for an early November day, and after a long week of reading, writing, and studying, I decided to treat myself to an hour or so at the beach. And since the summer rays would soon be replaced porno izle with winter gloom, I wore the smallest bikini I owned, a red thong and string top, with little triangles to cover my breasts. If only my mom could see this, she would go nuts.

I was raised in a very conservative Chinese home, both my parents born in Taiwan. We lived in Southern California where almost everything went, yet I was not allowed to date until my senior year, and even then only the prom and winter formal, and only with a Chinese boy. No ear piercing, no sexy clothes, no nothing that would shame their conservative values.

The moment I arrived at Cal, things changed. I knew it would not please my parents, but within days of settling into the dorms, and with the support of my new friends, I spent a bundle of my hard earned money on new clothes, hoops and dangles for my newly pierced ears, and a visit to the hairstylist to accent my otherwise black and boring hair.

I drove to the beach, my bikini covered with a sweat shirt and short skirt. There were not many on the sand, so finding a place to park was easy, and in short order I was feeling the warm sand between my toes. It felt so good. I looked left and right of the unoccupied lifeguard tower, and decided to go left, where a single guy was stretched out on the sand. All right, I admit it! I would enjoy taking off the skirt and top and showing off my slim figure and he would be my audience of one.

He was sitting on his towel, gazing westward into the surf, but he had noticed me, I was sure, so time for the show. Slowly I dropped the skirt, wiggled a little for effect, and then thought to myself, what a joke! Here I was, 21, 3rd year at Cal, still a virgin, and shaking my ass like I was looking for action.

He wasn’t shy and was clearly enjoying the show, reclining with his head propped up to get a good view. Why not give it to him? I pulled the sweatshirt slowly and enticingly over my head, shook my hair in the cool breeze and gave him a slight smile, which he returned. He looked a little older than me, a little overweight maybe, his hair perhaps shorter than I like, but what the hell.

I spread out my towel, bending over with my ass pointed in his direction, and lay down on my back to get some rays.

Master (2) … “Hello,” she said. I smiled back. She was still unable to look me in the eye which made it even more likely that she was staring at my still growing erection.

“I hope you don’t mind me bothering you …”

Mind? I was delighted to make her acquaintance.

“… only I need to visit the restroom and don’t really want to take all my things with me. Would you keep your eye on them for me please?”

“Certainly I will,” I replied almost too enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, and what a beautiful smile it was, as she turned to walk away to the restroom in question.

I watched her ass move in a most seductive manner and imagined her kneeling before me with her legs spread and her breasts thrust forward. So relentless was my cock as it pushed upwards that I decided to turn onto my stomach to avoid too much obvious embarrassment when she returned.

Keeping my eye on her things was no problem as the beach was not particularly busy and so my focus remained on her path back towards me. I did not want to miss a minute of her wiggling lasciviously across the sand. It seemed like an age but eventually she came out of the white painted building and started her walk back. It was a fine show and the skimpy garments did little to hide her obvious assets.

As I had hoped she headed for me and I found myself wondering whether this piece of desirable ass was still a virgin or not.

“Thank you,” she said, “I appreciate it as I was getting a little desperate if you know what I mean.”

“No problem,” I replied, sitting up relieved that my hard on was subsiding a little. “My name is Simon,” I held out my hand.

“Oh, hi Simon, my name is Evelyn, or Ev for short,” and to my delight she knelt down by my side in order to shake my hand.

“What are you doing down here, today,” she enquired, adding “on your own,” as an afterthought. She was clearly intent on extending the conversation and so I was only too happy to oblige.

Making sure I did not stare too brazenly at her chest I replied, “Just looking for some sun and a bit of peace of quiet.”

“Which I guess you were getting until I came along and disturbed you,” she quipped.

“Being disturbed by you is nothing but a pleasure, I can assure you.”

Upon hearing this Ev looked away a little embarrassed, but pleased, I think, none the less.

“What about you Ev, what are doing here, also … on your own.”

“Oh, er, likewise just looking for the final rays of the sun before the colder weather kicks in.”

Just then, unbelievably, I felt a few drops of rain. It would undoubtedly be nothing much but as the few drops turned into more drops a definite downpour was starting.

“Shit!” amatör porno cried Ev, “We’ll get soaked.”

“Come on,” I said quickly jumping up and gathering my towel, “get your things and follow me.”

Without question, she ran delightfully back to her spot and quickly picked up her clothes, bag and towel and followed me into the dunes.

“Where are we going?” she enquired, “I have my car just a short distance away”.

“Over here.” Ignoring her statement about the car, I pointed to a small stone building well away from the main beach, “it’s the old lifeboat house; no-one uses it now so we can wait there until the rain stops.”

If anything it was raining even harder. I could not believe my luck!

Slut (2) …

I admit it! I had been thinking about him, just a few feet away. Too much study, too much school, not enough fun, and certainly not enough of the opposite sex. I was friendly to all, but never had a serious boyfriend, and was still a virgin at 21. That alone tells you more than enough about me!

Maybe five minutes passed, and being late in the day, the winds began to kick up and the sun was partly hidden behind a bank of clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere. The feel of the cooler air made me need to pee. Ha ha ha, what a romantic I am!

I propped myself on my elbows, giving my smallish breasts a more visible profile, and when I saw him still looking at me. I stood up, walked over and innocently said, “Hello.”

He looked directly at me, with unblinking and piercing blue eyes. I could not help noticing his quickly growing hard on and I admit it made me feel good that some guy found me attractive.

But I still had to pee so I asked him to please watch my stuff and he pleasantly agreed and flashed me a cute smile, which I returned. I headed off to the public restrooms, and could not help but walk like a model, one foot in front of the other, accentuating my slim hips, giving him an eyeful.

After relieving myself, I decided to tie the bikini thong just a little tighter and the top just a little looser, and swayed my way back to Mr. Cute and my beach towel and bag. He had turned over onto his stomach and was gazing in my direction, so I gave him another free show and at the last moment, decided to walk over to him to give a more personable and direct thank you.

He introduced himself as Simon and gallantly held out his hand to shake. It seemed awkward to remain standing, so I knelt down by his towel and introduced myself. Why was he alone, I wondered?

An exec taking the afternoon off? Probably had a Porsche and sexy blond wife or girlfriend.

I had an old VW bug and was an Asian co-ed with far more debts than savings in the bank.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I just came out and asked him what he was doing down here at the beach on a November afternoon. I actually do not recall his exact words, because his eyes continued to transfix me. Something about peace and quiet and sun.

I tried to keep things light by suggesting that I had probably spoiled his rest and disturbed his peace. But like a true gentleman he said, “Being disturbed by you is nothing but a pleasure, I can assure you.”

How sweet, I thought and my cheeks began to burn slightly and I could feel my tits swelling. He asked what I was doing here alone and I mumbled something about getting some rays before the winter weather set in. And just like that, a few drops began to fall from the sky. I had not noticed the ever darkening clouds become so ominous, and in moments it was pouring.

I cried out like a damsel in distress, and like a super hero, he swooped up his towel and then mine and ordered me to follow him. Well, maybe “ordered” is too strong, but I obeyed without a second thought. I grabbed my clothes and bag and as I followed him away from the direction of my car, I thought, “This is crazy! I need to go in the other direction and get back to my apartment.”

I asked him where we were going, seeing nothing but sand dunes and an empty cement shelter. Oh, well, I thought, nothing much can happen out here and besides, the rain was soaking us from head to toe. In order to be heard above the rainfall he shouted that the shelter was an old lifeboat house that was now empty. It had several openings where glass windows used to protect the interior from the wind, sand, and rain, but they were now broken. So like his puppy dog, I followed him inside.

When we finally arrived, I was panting a little. It was a long run, well longer than I was used to, and I certainly did not get much exercise as a full time student. He seemed in great shape, however. I was also shivering in the late afternoon, now soaking wet, with no sun to warm me. And he noticed.

“Hey, I have a dry sweater,” as he opened his bag, and pulled it out, along with his t-shirt. “Let me help you get it on. You look cold.” I couldn’t deny that I was freezing. And then things got interesting.

Despite us having anal porno a towel each he began to rub his t-shirt around my body, absorbing the water, and then he asked me to raise my arms so he could slip on the sweater. I told him I could put it on myself and he declined, again telling me to raise my arms, so I did. As the sweater passed over my head and down my torso, falling well below my waist, he looked me directly in the eyes and I felt his hands under the sweater, reaching for my bikini top.

“Let’s get this off,” he said. “It’s wet and it will just make you colder.”

“No, that’s ok,” I spluttered, but he insisted again and so I let him untie the back and pull the bikini out from underneath the sweater.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, dropping my bikini top to the ground.

“Uh, yes,” I mumbled, unable to hold his gaze. He was in control, not me. I was simply obeying. He was so close, and then I felt him reach under the sweater and begin to tug on my bikini thong. I tried to step back, and made a small gasp of protest, but no words would come.

“Hey, relax,” he said. “You’ll feel better without these wet things on. Lift your leg,” and I obeyed, first one leg, then the other, and then he held the thong up to his face, smelling the dampness, and knowing! Knowing that it was not just rain water.

I was oozing juice and unable to control myself!

Master (3) …

I had her where I wanted. The small building was run down, deserted and the weather outside, which looked set for the foreseeable future, meant that no one else was anywhere near us. I could not believe that she had let me remove her bikini top quite so easily and was lost for words as I held her wet thong up letting the rainwater drip to the dusty, sandy floor.

I didn’t mean to hold it quite so near to my face as I am sure that Ev thought I was trying to inhale the aroma, which wasn’t my initial intention. However, having it in such clear proximity allowed me to sense the strong smell of sex and, as I looked directly at her and smiled, she looked away as if she had realised my discovery. I dropped the thong onto the top of her bag and towel. I didn’t want to get it too dirty as we might have a use for it later.

So, there we were. Me, dressed only in my shorts, hard on raging once more, and the lovely Ev wearing my sweat shirt which was attire that covered her, but only just. Any slight bend forward would have revealed those beautiful ass cheeks in all their glory.

“Shit Ev that was some sudden downpour.”

“Er … yes it was,” she seemed a little nervous.

“What shall we do now,” Ev asked, as I had turned and walked to the back of the hut, leaving her alone for a moment. I noticed Ev turn away, walk towards the other side of the shack, and as she did, she caught sight of her reflection in an old, long part broken mirror standing in the nearest corner. I smiled as she paused, and then took a step closer, seemingly transfixed by her own, undeniably sexy, reflection.

My cock ached as I too looked upon her slim figure, covered only by my sweatshirt. As I followed her toned legs from the ankle upwards I was mesmerised by the way they disappeared into the bottom of my top. The water that had been left on her skin was also starting to soak through a little and her long, now tousled still damp hair completed the look. It was a look that made me feel that I had to have her.

“How long do you think we will be here … Simon,” she asked me. It was good to hear her say my name although I sensed that she nearly called me something else. She was looking at some eyebolts attached to the wall.

“I have no idea, Ev,” I replied looking out of the back through the space where a glass window had once been, “sometime though I would think.”

“Oh,” she replied somewhat aimlessly. It wasn’t clear whether she meant ‘oh good we’ll have more time together’, or ‘oh, shit I need to get away’. “What do you think these were for?” she asked innocently.

“Not sure, probably to hold some oars or lifeboats or whatever,” and then it hit me, this is really your lucky day, Simon!

“Shall we play a game Ev?” I asked her.

“Huh?”

“Shall we play a game to pass the time?”

“Oh, okay, what do you have in mind?”

“Here we go”, I thought. “It’s all or nothing now”.

“I will ask you a series of questions and you need to answer me honestly and follow each answer with the title, Sir. Then when I have had my turn of, say twenty questions, you can ask me questions. Understand?”

Er … yes I think so.”

“Yes I think so … what?”

She looked back quizzically.

“Sir,” I pointed out, “Yes I think so, Sir.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” she replied.

She moved to lean with her back against the old white plaster of the building and shifted her right leg so that the sole of her foot was flat against the wall. This made her leg stick out and had the effect of making my sweat top ride a little higher. Ev had not realised but the show just got hotter.

“Okay then here goes.”

“What is your name?”

“Evelyn Wang …” she replied. I raised my eyebrows.

“Sir … sorry.” She held her eyes downcast. Perfect.

“Are you a student?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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Protestors swarmed the streets of Femininus on what was the anniversary of the initial passing of the 23rd Law. It had recently been considered for repeal and been upheld by the Council of Goddesses. The protestors demanded that the 23rd Law be repealed and that same sex courtship be legalized. The predominantly liberal crowd congregated before the steps of the Capital building. A small group of conservative demonstrators stood on the other side of the wooden barricade in counter-protest. All the members of the Council of Goddesses, including Conservative Representative Pencalia, stood on the steps of the Capital building. Since she was a representative for the Femininus Liberal Party, the Council of Goddesses nominated Johanna to speak at the rally, which she accepted.

Johanna took to the podium that day with Pomona by her side. It was a particularly breezy day, and Pomona’s loose white cotton gown fluttered in the wind. The rest of the Council of Goddesses stood far off to the side. The roar of the crowd faded to a murmur and then to silence. In that moment, Johanna thought of her mother and her grandmother. She thought about how she had served on the Council for all those years because she wanted to make a difference. She wanted to leave behind a legacy. And on that day, she would. Pomona looked at Johanna with reassuring eyes. Johanna then turned to the crowd and spoke.

“Today, I look out at this crowd and see some of the most incredible women in history making history. And I can’t help but think of all those women who were banished from this city throughout its history, banished for merely wanting to live their lives and pursue happiness with one another. I understand those women out there today who wish to form a union with another woman. I understand your struggle. I understand you.” Johanna paused. “I understand you because I am one of you.”

The crowd clamored in response. Johanna waited as the commotion died down.

“If I desire a female slave, and she too desires me as her Mistress, and she makes the choice to serve me and enter into courtship with me, should we not have the same rights to happiness as everyone else? Should we as a society allow outdated doctrines of the past to dictate our future? The Founding Mothers wanted a better way of life for us than in the old world, which is why they established the 23rd Law. But did they not say that all women are created equal?” Johanna said.

A mixture of applause and jeers resonated throughout the Capital. The conservative demonstrators fumed and seethed at Johanna’s words. The cacophony of them yelling over one another slowly died down until things were quiet enough for one of the conservatives to be heard.

“The Founding Mothers gave us the 23rd Law to make sure that women would never be treated as second class citizens,” the conservative shouted.

“And exactly how are all of you treating us women right now who are same sex couples?” Johanna said. She looked over at Pomona then she looked out into the crowd and spoke with immense volume.

“Today is our day. I stand here today to represent an idea, an idea that has waited too long to come to fruition. And that idea is that all women should have the same rights, that all women should be free from discrimination, and that all women truly are created equal,” Johanna said.

Johanna abruptly turned to Pomona. Johanna pulled Pomona close to her and gave her a deep, impassioned kiss on her lips. The crowd roared in a beautiful, exuberant, cathartic cheer. Johanna tore off Pomona’s gown and the tattered fabric fell off of Pomona, leaving her completely nude. Johanna backed away for a moment, exposing Pomona’s trembling and naked young body to the large crowd. Johanna shouted to Pomona. Her Mistress’ commands were drowned out by the commotion, but Pomona could make out Johanna mouthing the words “Face down and ass up, my pet.”

Johanna grabbed Pomona by the hair and brought her to her hands and knees. Johanna then forced Pomona’s face to the ground and Pomona stuck her ass up in the air. Pomona felt a rush like she had never before experienced. All of those people could see her ass. They could see her pussy. She was put on display, submitting herself to be degraded and used by her Mistress in front of everyone. She heard dozens of people at the front of the crowd yelling. She lifted her head and looked back and saw the women and slaves gathered there in the front. She saw dozens and dozens of eyes examining her, looking her over as they would a wild beast or an object. Their faces washed over with shock and pleasure and lust. She wanted so badly to be beaten in front of all of them that it made her pussy ache. And just as that desire flooded her mind, she saw Johanna remove her leather belt from her pants. Johanna folded the belt and gripped the buckle. She gripped the loose end of the belt with her other hand and held it up over her head, ready to strike. The roar of the crowd swelled and Pomona’s heart raced and her body shuddered. Pomona closed her eyes. Johanna brought the mobil porno leather belt down and Pomona’s full, luscious ass shook from the force of Johanna’s swing. Pomona felt the harsh sting of the leather. She screamed out and lunged forward. Her pussy throbbed and quivered. She loved being watched. She loved showing off to the crowd. She loved showing them what a dirty girl she was. And she loved showing them that she was Johanna’s pet.

It only took that one lash from Johanna’s belt to set off Representative Pencalia. Pencalia ordered the constable slaves on site to have Johanna and Pomona arrested. Pomona struggled with the constable slaves as they dragged her away. She grabbed one of them by his navy blue leather collar as she attempted to break free from his grip. She clawed at the constable slaves’ faces and they pushed her hands away, then she clawed at the air in desperation. Johanna and Pomona reached out towards each other. Johanna looked into Pomona’s eyes as she was dragged away and engulfed by the crowd. Johanna became paralyzed with fear and gave up struggling as the slaves pulled Pomona away from her. Johanna did not fear imprisonment or banishment or removal from the council. In that moment, her only fear was that she would never see Pomona again.

Johanna and Pomona were placed in separate cells in separate wings of the Femininus State Prison. Isabella made sure that Johanna be placed in the largest cell of the minimum security wing. On Johanna’s third day there, Isabella came to visit her with some news.

“I have requested a pardon for you. The Council has concurred. You shall be released effective immediately,” Isabella said.

“I want a pardon for Pomona as well,” Johanna said.

“I knew you would demand that. I tried to get the Council’s approval. They denied her pardon. I am very sorry, Johanna,” Isabella said.

“No, they have to release her too,” Johanna said.

“The only reason I was able to get your pardon approved is because you have served as Representative, and because of your family’s legacy. I had to fight like hell with Pencalia and the other conservatives to even get your pardon. They will never do the same for someone they see as a commoner and an outsider. I am sorry, but Pomona will remain imprisoned,” Isabella said.

“Then so will I,” Johanna said.

“Johanna, think about this,” Isabella said.

“I don’t have to think about it. If she stays here, so do I,” Johanna said.

“Don’t do this. You know Pencalia will be more than happy to see you rot in here,” Isabella said.

Johanna thought to herself for a moment, feeling the weight of her burden with every breath.

“I will not be released from here until Pomona is released. I will not be released from here until every woman who has been wrongfully imprisoned for her sexual orientation is released. I will not be released from here until every woman who was banished is allowed back home,” Johanna said.

“If this is how you feel, I will fight for your release, and theirs,” Isabella said.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. You’re the glue that’s held this city together, Isabella,” Johanna said.

As Isabella was about to leave, she turned to Johanna and said, “I’ll make sure the slaves keep your garden going back home.”

“Make sure that on the tomato plants they prune off the branches where they’re not coming in. It’s a little tip someone taught me,” Johanna said.

Time passed slowly for Johanna and Pomona. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. They were not allowed to see each other or communicate, as was the customary regulation for two women convicted of having same sex relations. They had different schedules for meals and for yard time. They both passed their time working on the garden in the prison yard. Pomona’s yard time was in the morning and Johanna’s was in the afternoon. The time alone was especially hard for Pomona. The nights were the worst, fighting to fall asleep on that unbearable cot. Pomona had gone from resting her head on her Mistress’ breast in her candlelit bedroom, to resting her head on a hard cot in the dark prison cell.

Johanna too had a lot of time alone in her cell to think. She thought about all of those evenings with her pet. She could still remember so vividly how soft Pomona’s hair felt and how lovely her smile looked in the candlelight. It destroyed her inside to think about how long she had been lonely, how long she had waited to get to be with Pomona, only to lose her. For forty two years she had lived with that loneliness. And at the age of forty two, she knew how precious time was, and she hated feeling those days and weeks and months without Pomona waste away.

The hardest part for Johanna was how deeply she worried about Pomona. Johanna requested that the warden allow her to see Pomona. Her request was denied. She made the same request to Isabella, but even the Supreme Goddess could not accommodate such a request. Johanna even attempted to send messages to Pomona via some of the alman porno other prisoners, but those attempts were always thwarted by the guards. Johanna feared that Pomona would not be able to make it, that she would lose all hope during that long time in stir. She just needed to know how her pet was doing. Then one afternoon Johanna knelt down to work in the prison yard garden. She noticed that all of the tomato plants had been freshly pruned, and she somehow knew that it was Pomona’s work. She somehow knew that Pomona was okay.

The night after that first visit to Magdalena’s, Isabella and Sissy Slut returned to Isabella’s castle. Sissy Slut was wild with lust. His tiny prick kept twitching and dripping as Isabella led him to his cage and then secured his binds for the night. It had been several months since he first came to Isabella’s to live, and therefore several months since he had been allowed an orgasm. And as hard as that had been for him, it seemed unbearable to him on that night, after being teased for hours by four beautiful Mistresses. Sissy Slut could not help it, he could not suppress his urges, and he pleaded to Isabella.

“Goddess Isabella, may slave please come tonight?” Sissy Slut begged.

“Whatever got that idea into your head?” Isabella asked.

“I just need to. It’s been so long, such a terribly long amount of time to suffer. Please let slave cum tonight. I need to,” Sissy Slut said, his voice quavering.

“Sissy Slut, your Goddess is too tired tonight to deal with you,” Isabella said.

“Then when? When am I allowed to cum?” Sissy Slut asked.

Isabella paused. She watched his cock twitch with anticipation. She stared at him, preying on him, stimulating his hopes for an orgasm.

“Well, you have gone this long. I am going to extend your denial another month. You may cum one month from tonight,” Isabella said.

His cock wept precum down his shaft in reaction to Isabella’s cruelty. The look of desperation in his eyes and from his cock gave Isabella a comforting feeling inside. He became silent, but he pleaded to her with his weary, widened eyes. He could do nothing except struggle with his binds and watch her as she walked away.

Sissy Slut spent the next month being used as a tease toy and plaything for a rotating group of Mistresses. Isabella would taunt him at night when she locked him up in his cage. She would appear in sexy lingerie and remind him of how long he had to wait until he would finally get to cum. She was the final Mistress to tease his cock at the end of each day. She teased him mercilessly each night before then retreating to the room behind the red door.

A month passed and Sissy Slut eagerly arrived at Isabella’s dungeon on what was the night he would finally be allowed to orgasm. She ordered him to arrive dressed in nothing but his black silk thong and matching thigh-high fishnet stockings. Isabella herself was dressed in a red lace camisole that showed off a great deal of her sexy cleavage. The rest of her outfit consisted of red garters, matching thigh-high stockings with lace trimming, and red lace thong panties.

Isabella approached him. She pulled his panties down slightly and roughly removed his chastity cage, and then she pulled his panties back up over his cock. His cock sprung to attention inside his soft silk panties. It became so hard that it angled to the right and his little purple head stuck out of the side of the panties, exposed to Isabella’s delight.

Isabella ordered him to raise his arms above his head. She bound his wrists in wrist cuffs that were attached to the chain that hung from the above hard point on the ceiling. She stood back and looked him over. He appeared even more feminine than usual, with his short dainty arms bound above his head, his slender legs dressed in stockings, and his cock mostly covered by his sexy black thong. Isabella took hold of the head of his cock with her fingers and she laughed wickedly.

“Your little sissy clit is showing,” Isabella said.

She tilted her head to the side and she stared into his eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted. She teased the head of his cock as she studied his facial expressions of lust and torment and ecstasy. She used her other hand to rub his balls through the silk fabric of his thong. His balls were swollen and drawn tight against his body, aching and filled with a months’ worth of desire and desperation.

“I’m going to tease your sissy clit now. But you have to promise to tell me if you get too excited. I don’t want any accidents,” Isabella said.

“Yes Goddess,” Sissy Slut said.

Isabella pulled his panties down and his hard cock sprung up into the air. She grabbed his prick at the base with one hand and used her other hand to tease the mushroom-shaped head. She rubbed her thumb in a circular motion all around the head of his cock. His eyes closed and he let out a high-pitched, feminine moan. He desperately needed her to touch the rest of his throbbing member, but alexis texas porno she continued to torture him by only teasing the sensitive head. He emitted soft, almost inaudible whimpers as she tormented him. She watched his cock as the first bit of precum began to drip. She then used her thumb to rub the precum all over the head of his cock. He fidgeted and shuddered from her delicate touch. She continued rubbing and teasing him as the precum flowed down his shaft. She then took his entire cock in her hand. She stroked up and down his shaft until it was nice and slick with precum. She gripped him tighter and began stroking him faster. He bucked his hips along with her movements. She stroked with more intensity. He lost control to the point where he was moaning and squealing and fucking her hand.

“Goddess, I’m getting close. May I please cum?” he begged, his voice shaking along with his thrusting movements.

Isabella released his cock from her grip. She rubbed her wet pussy through her panties as she watched his helpless cock drip and twitch for her. She then flicked her thumb against the topside of the purple head of his cock. He writhed around and squealed; the torment was too much for him. But Isabella was just getting started. She teased him mercilessly that night, toying with his cock, edging him again and again. Each time he felt himself getting close to cumming, he wanted so badly to go over the edge, to release, to finally experience that pleasure. But he obediently confessed to his Goddess that he was getting close and then she released his cock from her grip. Isabella stood back, elated as she watched his cock jerk and twitch in the air, begging for its Goddess’ touch.

“I have decided that you will not be permitted to cum tonight,” she said, studying the devastated expression on his face. “In fact, I have decided that you will never be allowed to have an orgasm again,” she said.

“Never again, Goddess? Certainly you don’t mean it,” Sissy Slut said.

“I assure you, I do mean it. You have begged and pleaded all this time to be my tease and denial slut. Well, this is what I shall require of my tease and denial slut. You will be teased every day and every night. And you will be denied for the rest of your days. Even if you serve me for years, for decades, I will never allow you to cum,” Isabella said.

No words came from his lips, just the heavy sigh of surrender. It was one of the sweetest sounds she had ever heard. Isabella loved the idea of having him suffer endlessly, all for her. She reveled in the power she had over him, owning complete control of his pleasure. She gripped onto his balls and pinched them, causing his dick to go limp and soften. She then stuffed his half-hard cock back into his chastity cage. Her eyes pierced right through him.

“You will have to remain here for the rest of the night,” Isabella said.

Isabella blew out the torches in the room and then she walked away. The clanking of her high heels echoed through the hall, fading into faint taps and then into silence. Sissy Slut was left all alone, engulfed by the overpowering darkness and silence. She abandoned him there, to suffer for the rest of the night with his arms bound helplessly above his head and his cock aching inside his chastity cage. Her cruelty astounded him. As he stood there in the darkness, he slowly began to accept his fate, that he would forever be her tease toy. He would not get to cum for the rest of his days, but he got something he wanted even more. He got the time and attention of his Goddess.

After several hours, Sissy Slut became restless. His arms grew sore and weak. He wrestled with his binds, but to no avail. He recalled seeing a stool not too far away from where he stood. He shuffled his foot around in the dark. The tips of his toes brushed against the stool. He stretched out as far as he could and managed to grip the stool with his toes. He then pulled it close to him. He stepped up onto the stool and it slightly wobbled, but he quickly steadied himself. He fumbled around in the dark until he found the hook to the chain, which was attached to the above hard point. He paused for a moment. He knew Isabella would punish him for escaping, but he just needed to get to his cage so he could at least sleep on his mat that night. He gripped down on the hook and heard it snap open. He was released.

Sissy Slut tiptoed down the hallway toward the slave quarters, his stockings muting his footsteps. He turned the corner. That’s when he saw it. The red door was cracked open. An overwhelming sense of panic ignited within him. He knew he should just walk past the door and return to his cage. He knew that Isabella would punish him severely, perhaps even banish him from her services entirely, if she caught him. But he could not resist, his curiosity overwhelmed him completely. He crept towards the red door, which was cracked open ever so slightly. He moved his eye closer and looked inside.

He saw Isabella in the room with a woman. His eyes zeroed in on Isabella’s lips as Isabella kissed the woman’s breast. He recognized the woman immediately. Her name was Carmen. She had moved to Femininus a few years ago. Soon after her arrival she had been convicted of engaging in same sex courtship and was banished from the city. Or so he thought.

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I sit on the bed, anxiously waiting for Miles to come out of the bathroom. I’m wearing the leather corset and knee-high boots he asked for.

We’ve been dating for about eight months, and he recently told me there was something special he wanted to do in bed. I’m always open to trying new things, and I really like him. But his refusal to tell me what exactly we were doing made me nervous.

The door opens. Miles is wearing sensible pumps and a silk slip. He’s got a semi, and his bulge interrupts the straight line of the garment. He leans against the doorframe and the heels make his hip pop like a woman’s.

I try to hide my shock. I don’t want to accidentally hurt his feelings. The contrast with his hairy arms and perpetual stubble nearly makes me laugh. But I immediately get it. The shoes make his calves and ass look incredible, and the unexpectedness is a major turn on.

“Baby, you look amazing!” I squeal and clasp my hands together. “Get over here and let me hit that.”

He grins and climbs onto the bed. We kiss. His body language and posture are more feminine now, and I find myself instinctively taking on the more masculine role. He delicately sits in my lap and I run my hands over his ass. The silk glides.

“Oh my God. I love that!”

“Right?” He kisses my breast. “I’ve always just loved the feel. When I was ensest porno in middle school I even used to masturbate with a silk blouse I shoplifted from Wal-Mart. I’m much more normal now.”

“Of course you are, sweetie,” I laugh. “But this is your night! Is there anything specific you want to do?”

“I want you to dominate me. Use me, degrade me, make me cum.”

“I can do that.” I grab a thick handful of hair. “And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I shove him onto the mattress and pin his arms above his head. He closes his eyes and gives in to me. I grind against his crotch and the silk feels orgasmic on my thighs.

“Ohhhh,” he groans. “Fuck me.”

I put my hand on his throat and grind faster and faster. I watch his face shift and change with pleasure. He puts his hands on my waist and thrusts.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” I say.

I climax. It’s only been about ten minutes.

“Holy shit,” I wheeze.

“Mmmm.” He’s deliriously happy. “There are some toys in the nightstand.”

I open the drawer and there are indeed some toys. I wrap the silk ropes around his neck and order him to lick my boots. He obediently runs his tongue over every inch.

Miles raises his arms and I pull the slip over his head. He’s wearing skintight silk panties and I can see everything. He asyalı porno lies back and closes his eyes. I tie his hands above his head.

I lightly touch him with just my fingertips, everywhere but between his legs. I touch him like I own him. I graze and tease, nibbling his ears and blowing his nipples. I lick him from the bottom of his happy trail and all the way up. He writhes and squirms on the bed.

“Please, let me cum.”

“No.” I slap him across the face. “Don’t talk back to me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I take off my underwear and straddle his torso. I swirl and grind my pussy on his chest. I’m so turned on. I gyrate my hips faster.

“Look at me,” I command.

Miles opens his eyes. I stroke my clit as I rub against his stomach. My breasts spill out of the corset and bounce freely. He is powerless. He watches me use his body for my pleasure while he gets nothing.

I scooch down and sit on his silk-shrouded cock. The fabric is cool and smooth. I grind his hard-on and play with my tits. He arches his back and points his toes. He tries to wrestle out of the restraints.

“Don’t cum,” I pant. “Don’t you fucking cum.”

I climax again.

I reach back into the drawer and take out the strap-on. I step into the harness and pull it tight. I rub the pink dildo all over gizli çekim porno his face. I jab it in his mouth, and he enthusiastically sucks the hard rubber.

I kiss Miles tenderly and take off his panties. He’s wearing a cock ring.

“Close your eyes,” I say.

I lube the strap-on and carefully enter him. He moans and raises his hips toward me. He’s so sexy. I fuck him gently and work his shaft. I kiss his neck. He wraps his legs around my back.

“You can be rough,” he whispers. “I won’t break.”

“Is that what you want?”

I bite his ear.

“Mmmmm,” he says. “I want it.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck me.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me raw.”

I untie him and push him down on all fours. I hold onto his hips and pound him hard.

“Take it, take it all. You like that?”

“Yes, mistress. Give me more…”

“You’re a dirty, naughty boy. I wish I could cum all over you.”

“Fuck me, mistress.”

I jack him off while I penetrate him.

“Now,” I command. “Now! Now!”

Miles climaxes and it seems to go on forever. I didn’t even know men could have orgasms like that.

We put a towel on the wet spot and lie down. I touch his lips and kiss him softly. We look into each other’s eyes.

“Next time we do this, can you use that on me?”

“You want me to wear the strap-on?” he says excitedly.

I nod and smile.

“Fuck yeah!”

Miles rolls on top and pins my arms with his knees. He slowly rubs his hard cock on my lips. I reach out with my tongue but he moves away.

“It’s my turn.”

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Robert held Elvie as they sat watching TV. At 5’4″ tall she was much shorter than Robert and her slender body was engulfed by him as they sat on the TV. Robert’s arms wrapped around her shoulders and he held her small hand in his.

“I love you,” she whispered to him. He kissed her gently and gazed at her. Seeing the look in his eyes she asked him, “what is it?”

“Do you really love me?” he asked.

“I do,” Elvie replied.

“Are you ready to show me how much you love me,” Robert tested.

Elvie looked enquiringly at him. “Yes,” she replied mischievously.

“OK, I want to show you something,” he said.

An hour later, Robert and Elvie were at a spa. Elvie did not know the place, but it looked respectable. The windows promised a gym, exercise, massage, and swimming. Robert opened the door and let Elvie in. He asked for a massage room. The receptionist showed them to a private room. The room was painted white and looked clean. There was a massage table in the middle of the room, a door in the left wall, and there was a small shower in the corner.

Elvie gazed at Robert and smiled to herself. “If you would take a quick shower, lie on the table and cover yourself in a towel. I will be back in 5 minutes and we can get started”, Robert said.

Elvie felt a touch nervous, he could give her a massage at home, she wondered what he had in store for her.

As instructed Elvie took a quick shower and dried herself off her petite figure. As she made her way across the room, she glanced in the mirror and saw her 24 year old body. She was very slim, her skin pale but tight over her small frame. Elvie’s wavy brown hair teased the top of her shoulders as she walked. As she laid face-down on the table she covered her bottom with a fresh towel. When Robert returned he was wearing black. A tight fitting black top and a black trousers. Elvie looked at him quizzically. He approached her as knelt down, his face next to hers.

“There are two things you need to know. First you don’t speak unless I ask you a question. And second, you address me as Sir.” Robert’s voice was commanding.

“Understand?” he said gently.

“Yes……”, she stammered, “Sir” she remembered to say. It sounded odd to her to hear herself say these words, but it thrilled her all the same.

Elvie didn’t know what was going to happen to her, she wanted to ask him, but remembered her instructions and waited.

Robert went to where Elvie’s feet lay on the table. She could not see him as he bent down and wrapped something soft around one ankle and then the other. Elvie lay still – what was he doing? she wondered to herself. Robert then walked over to the doors in the left wall and opened them. As Elvie rolled to her side to try and see what he was doing she found she could not move her leg. She tried to altyazı porno move the other and she realized what he had done to her ankles. Elvie was restrained. She was trapped, locked down to the massage table. But what massage table has leg restraints? What was this place, what was he going to do to her?

Behind the doors were a series of trolleys. Robert rolled out one and left it next to the massage table. Elvie lifted her head and she could see that it contained all manner of sex devices and toys. Vibrators, restraints, whips, masks, dildos, speculums, chains, blindfolds, butt-plugs, gags, love eggs, nipple-clamps, feathers, probes, lubricants, harnesses, hoses, tubes, ropes and all kinds of items Elvie did not recognize. The trolley was full of silicone, leather, steel and plastic. Her eyes were wide. What did all these things do and what was Robert going to do to her she thought.

Robert removed a second trolley from the cupboard. It contained 3 monitors, which Robert placed in front of her head. He pressed a button and Elivra saw each of the screens flicker into life. Three different blurred images were on display to Elvie. Each image changed and focussed as Robert positioned the cameras. One was placed on the first trolley at Elvie’s side. She could see the length of her body in profile as she lay on the table. The second was placed above her head and an image of her face started back at her. The final camera was placed below her feet. Elvie gazed at her restrained ankles. She could just make out the image of her legs disappearing teasingly under her towel. Elvie felt a shudder of excitement running though her as she looked at her restrained body.

Next Robert went to the first trolley and removed a pair of bright silver handcuffs. Robert lifted Elvie’s hands and raised them behind her back. As she watched in the monitor, Robert restrained her wrists. Now Elvie was totally immobile, she had no way to escape, but she didn’t want to. Being controlled like this was thrilling her, and the images on the screen caused her pussy to moisten.

Robert removed the towel exposing Elvie’s naked butt and back. The showed the aroused lips of her pussy. Rob took some lubricant from the trolley and applied it to her back. It was warm and thick and felt good on her skin. He tenderly massaged it into her shoulders, back, over her ass and her legs. His fingers massaged deep into her flesh as he explored her lithe body. He probed between the soft tissue of her ass, sliding a finger between her cheeks, caressing her intimate areas. The images on the screen showed her skin glistening, soaked in massage oil.

“Do you want more?” Robert said

“Yes I do, Sir”, she replied.

Robert stood behind Elvie. He placed his hands on her hips and rudely lifted them off the table. Her knees amatör porno bent as her ass was lifted into the air. Elvie did not have hands to hold herself up as they were cuffed behind her back. She was kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air with her head down on the table. Elvie stared at the images, excited at how exposed her body was. The camera behind her showed her wet pussy at the top of her slim legs, the cheeks of her ass spread wide. Totally exposed, at his total mercy.

Robert looked down at the incredible sight before him. He groaned aloud as he drank in the view, he loved to see the wet swollen lips of her vagina and her tiny openings. He placed his hands on Elvie’s tight ass. He has not seen such a perfect rounded ass as hers before and he lusted to use it. Then Elvie heard the clap of flesh as Robert smacked her gently on the ass. Elvie felt the sting of his hand, but was surprised by the arousal it created between her legs. Robert again placed his hands on her and this time he pushed her cheeks further apart. She could feel everything being stretched wide open and on the monitor she could see the same view as Robert – her stretched pussy and ass. As Robert let go he again smacked her ass. This time she shuddered, the stinging greater than before, but the thrill even better. Her clitoris twitched with excitement. Robert again brought his hand down on Elvie’s white ass. Now the pain had given way to pure desire. She could feel the warmth filling her whole reddening ass. She could see the marks being left by Robert’s slaps. She wanted more.

“Yes! More!” she cried out.

“Silence!” Robert slapped her very hard this time drawing a cry of ecstatic agony from Elvie’s lips. Red welts streaked across her tiny cheeks and the heat burned her. Elvie gyrated her ass looking for his hand to make contact with her flesh again and again.

Roberts excitement was growing, this perfect young body was so willing and he needed more.

“I am going to fuck you now,” he informed her.

“Yes, fuck me Sir, Please fuck me.”

Robert removed his trousers to reveal is fully erect member. It was long and straight and ready to take its prey. Elvie was wide open, and she was completely helpless. Robert could do anything to her he wanted and she didn’t care, her desire was driving her to experience her wildest fantasies, the darkest reaches of her erotic imagination.

Robert was hungry, Elvie could see his excitement in the monitor. God she wanted him to fuck her, and she knew he would.

Robert stood directly behind Elvie. He could feel the wetness of her pussy running onto his engorged penis. Without warning, Robert guided his penis to Elvie’s entrance and with one long thrust, he drove it deep into Elvie. Elvie screamed with delight. She watched as Robert amatör porno thrusted in and out of her wet pussy. The camera gave the same view from behind as the one Robert could see. She loved watching his full member ramming in and out of her. She rocked back and forward with the power of his assault. Elvie watched as Robert leaned forward and gathered her hair in his hand. As he gripped her hair with one hand, the other he reached around her neck. Robert’s desire had overtaken him and he was fucking Elvie as he had always imagined doing. With no sensitivity, Robert pulled at Elvie’s hair and neck, pulling her head off the table, raising her body until she was kneeling up. Robert continued to hold her hair as he rode Elvie. Elvie could now see the front of her body for the first time. She could see Robert’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her head pulled back as Robert held her hair tightly, she watched as Robert’s hand reached around her torso and squeezed her small breast. Elvie felt the pain as he rudely gripped her. Her brown nipples hardened, loving to watch as her breast was deformed by his strong hand.

Elvie was close to finishing, she was totally out of control and she felt her orgasm approach. Robert felt it too and slowed his pace. Elvie wanted to be fucked harder and she felt frustrated by this new pace. Then Robert withdrew completely. Expertly he undid the restraints and turned her over so her back was now on the table, and redid the ankle restraints.

From the trolley, Robert took two egg shaped balls. He stood between Elvie’s spread legs and slid a finger into her vagina. Elvie’s vagina felt tight around his slim finger. Rolling his finger over the egg he covered them in Elvie’s juices, and he knelt between her slim thighs. One egg looked quite big to her, but both? Surely together they were too much for her?

Elvie couldn’t believe how the first egg slipped inside her. It felt good, not as good as Robert’s cock but she yearned for more. Robert started to push the second egg into Elvie’s tight pussy. Elvie lifted her head and watched as he pushed the egg inside her. The feeling was incredible, she was completely filled, stretched, but she loved the sensation of being totally occupied.

As Robert rose he walked to Elvie’s head and stood behind her, his erect penis towered above her face. As Robert pushed his erection down to Elvie’s face, the eggs inside Elvie’s vagina started to vibrate. Each seemed to be vibrating at a different frequency delighting every nerve inside her.

Robert’s cock pushed itself rudely into Elvie’s mouth. She opened wide to accept his length. Elvie tasted the intoxicating cocktail of his pre-cum mixed with her own juices. Robert thrust his cock into Elvie’s willing mouth. Elvie was on fire and her legs strained against the shackles as her orgasm surrounded her. The sensations inside her pussy and her mouth were too much for her to resist, and she gave way to the climax. Seeing her release, Robert orgasmed too, pumping his cum into Elvie’s mouth. Both screamed in unison as the apex of their orgasms tore through their strained, rigid bodies.

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I sit on the bed, anxiously waiting for Miles to come out of the bathroom. I’m wearing the leather corset and knee-high boots he asked for.

“Baby, you look amazing!” I squeal and clasp my hands together. “Get over here and let me hit that.”

“Oh my God. I love that!”

“Of course you are, sweetie,” I laugh. “But this is your night! Is there anything specific you want to do?”

“I want you to dominate me. Use me, degrade me, make me cum.”

“I can do that.” I grab a thick handful of hair. “And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I shove him onto the mattress and pin his arms above his head. He closes his eyes and gives in to me. I grind against his crotch and the silk feels orgasmic on my thighs.

“Ohhhh,” he groans. “Fuck me.”

I put my hand on his throat and grind faster and faster. I watch his face shift and change with pleasure. He puts his hands on my waist and thrusts.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” I say.

I climax. It’s only been about ten minutes.

“Holy shit,” I wheeze.

“Mmmm.” He’s deliriously happy. “There are some toys in the nightstand.”

I open the drawer and there are indeed some toys. I wrap the silk ropes around his neck and order him to lick my boots. He obediently runs his tongue over every inch.

“Please, let me cum.”

“No.” I slap him across the face. “Don’t talk back to me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I take off my underwear and straddle his torso. I swirl and grind my pussy on his chest. I’m so turned on. I gyrate my hips faster.

“Look at me,” I command.

“Don’t cum,” I pant. “Don’t you fucking cum.”

I climax again.

I kiss Miles tenderly and take off his panties. He’s wearing a cock ring.

“Close your eyes,” I say.

I lube the strap-on and carefully enter him. He moans and raises his hips toward me. He’s so sexy. I fuck him gently and work his shaft. I kiss his neck. He wraps his legs around my back.

“You can be rough,” he whispers. “I won’t break.”

“Is that what you want?”

I bite his ear.

“Mmmmm,” he says. “I want it.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck me.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me raw.”

I untie him and push him down on all fours. I hold onto his hips and pound him hard.

“Take it, take it all. You like that?”

“Yes, mistress. Give me more…”

“You’re a dirty, naughty boy. I wish I could cum all over you.”

“Fuck me, mistress.”

I jack him off while I penetrate him.

“Now,” I command. “Now! Now!”

Miles climaxes and it seems to go on forever. I didn’t even know men could have orgasms like that.

We put a towel on the wet spot and lie down. I touch his lips and kiss him softly. We look into each other’s eyes.

“Next time we do this, can you use that on me?”

“You want me to wear the strap-on?” he says excitedly.

I nod and smile.

“Fuck yeah!”

Miles rolls on top and pins my arms with his knees. He slowly rubs his hard cock on my lips. I reach out with my tongue but he moves away.

“It’s my turn.”

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Brunette

Chapter 1

I worked in an office as a secretary, and my friend Margaret worked there too. It was our job to interview new candidates for positions opening every few weeks. This week, we were to interview for another secretary position in our building. Margaret and I met in my office one afternoon to look over the potential applicants for the job, selecting two from the pile of 20 that applied. We interviewed the first person the next morning, but it turned out that she was not right for the job, so we called in the second person, a woman named Heather Smith.

Heather showed up at Margaret’s office at nine sharp the next morning for her interview. I was in Margaret’s office sipping at a cup of french vanilla cappuccino and Margaret was having a cup of coffee. Heather came in and introduced herself to us. She was wearing a very curly blonde wig that fell to the middle of her back, and she also had on a loose fitting white blouse, a knee length black skirt, white stockings and black five inch heels. Margaret directed Heather to sit in the chair by her desk, then asked me to step out into the hall with her for a moment. We excused ourselves and stepped out the door, closing it behind me.

Margaret said to me, “Heather is a guy dressed like a woman, Chrissy. I could see the shadow of a mustache and beard, and those shoes were too big to be for a true woman. I bet we could get him to do a lot of stuff for us. I’ll ask him some questions and see what’s going on, then we can test him for his faithfulness. Hahaha! What do you think? Wanna try it?” I smiled as I thought it over, then nodded my head with a sly smile on my face as we stepped back into the office. Heather hadn’t moved, and was just sitting there fidgeting with a single plain gold bracelet on her wrist. She stood up as Margaret and I came into the office and Margaret told her to resume her seat for the interview.

I moved behind Margaret and leaned against the window sill, casually watching Heather as Margaret began asking the usual office related interview questions and employment history. Heather gave all the usual replies for the questions, but added one thing that caught my attention. Margaret asked, “What skills do you possess that would work for this position that you are applying for?”

Heather’s reply was, “I can type 84 words per minute. I know how to use a typewriter and computer both, as well as a copier and fax machine. I make great coffee and can remember exactly the way every person in the office likes their coffee, and I’m willing do to whatever it takes to become a success at this position.”

I arched my brow and said, “Anything at all to become successful?” Heather simply nodded her head yes. Margaret turned to look at me and smiled, knowing exactly what I was thinking, because she was thinking the same thing. Margaret made some notes on Heather’s application, then sent Heather down to the second floor Personnel office to get the New Employees packet and the orientation information. After Heather left Margaret’s office, I took a seat in the chair where Heather was sitting a few moments before.

Margaret smiled and I knew what she was thinking. “Heather’s perfect for the job and everything else we have in mind, Chrissy.” she said with a devilish grin.

“She, or should I say He, sure is! We’ll have a lot of fun with him/her.” I replied. Margaret opened the bottom drawer of her black file cabinet, and pulled out a black leather box. She took the key from her desk drawer and unlocked the small padlock then opened the box to reveal a collection of dildos, vibrators, condoms, handcuffs, blindfolds, anal plugs, silk scarves, lubricants, and a studded collar with a black leather dog leash attached to it. She looked at me and said, “Chrissy, I do believe your eyes are twinkling in anticipation! Your face is aglow with happiness!” I blushed and tried to control my rapid breathing. We both knew what I was looking forward to.

I said, “I wonder how big his sissy clitty is under those girly clothes.”

Margaret said, “Well, we will find out tomorrow morning when ‘Heather’ shows up for work. We’ll have ‘her’ come in here for a ‘meeting’ during her break so she’s not missed at her desk in the outer office.”

Right after Margaret said that, a knock sounded on the door. She quickly hid the black box under her desk. I stood and moved back to the window sill as Margaret went to the door and opened it to see Heather standing there with two large yellow envelopes in her hand. Margaret motioned Heather into the office and took the packets before sitting and having Heather sit. Margaret went over the paper work with Heather then told her to report to work at 8:30 am sharp the next day for her first day of work. We all shook hands then Heather left.

We watched out the window as ‘Heather’ emerged from the building’s front door, three floors below us. She walked like a woman but Margaret and I both knew she was a man. We watched her get into a big blue olgun porno Chevy pick-up truck and drive away then we turned back into the office to begin planning our fun for Heather. We planned for almost two hours before calling it a day and putting everything back in the leather box. Margaret put the box back in her file drawer after locking it back up, then closed and locked the file cabinet.

I gave Margaret a hug and told her I’d see her tomorrow, then left to return to my own office to get my purse and jacket. I grabbed my car keys from my desk drawer and locked my office behind me. I walked to the elevator, passing Margaret’s office on my way. I heard moaning coming from her office, and noticed her door was open a little bit, so I took a peek inside to see what was going on. I saw her laying on the couch in her office, naked as a baby, eyes closed tight as she pushed a huge dildo into her pussy. I could see her fluids coating it and her moaning got louder as she approached her climax, suddenly screaming out Heather’s name. I felt moisture gather in my own pussy and couldn’t wait to get home to use my shower massage head to get my own release, especially after watching Margaret masturbate that way.

I quietly left her doorway and returned to the elevator, stepping inside. Luckily, I was the only one in there so I did a quick rub-off of my own, just enough to hold me until I got to my car and on my way home.

Chapter 2

Five minutes later, I was at my car, unlocking the door and getting in. I buckled my seatbelt and started the car. I pulled out of the parking lot and went home, anxious to get to my shower and my toys to ease the itch between my legs. My right hand went beneath the hem of my skirt and into my panties to caress my swollen pussy lips while I kept my left hand on the steering wheel. I brushed my fingertips over my clit and moaned softly to myself.

I said out loud, “I really need to get a vibe to keep in the glove box of my car for times like this.” and vowed to go to the sex shop before going home. I turned left onto Brigham Street and went to the sex shop. I parked the car and went inside, going right to the section of the store where the vibrators were. I selected a large, thick 8-inch fleshy vibrating dildo, a smaller six-inch slim vibe, a fingertip vibe, and a vibrating vaginal ‘egg’ with a remote control. I paid for my purchases and left the store, a red shopping bag in my hand. I got back in my car and left the parking area, driving back toward home. Fifteen minutes later, I turned into my driveway and pulled the car into the garage. I grabbed my purse and the shopping bag, and hurried inside, shedding my jacket and shoes in the kitchen and dropping my purse on the table. I went down the hall to my bedroom and quickly undressed, down to my bra and panties, which were soaking wet from the orgasms I had in the elevator and car.

I removed the vibes from the bag and opened their packages, laying them out on the bed. I read the instructions on the packages for using and cleaning them, then sat on the bed. I opened the top drawer of my night stand and took out my bottle of warming lubricant, laying it on the bed by the toys. The first one I wanted to try was the ‘egg’, so I took it in my hand and dripped some lube on it, smearing it around with my hands. I wiped my hand off with a tissue, then removed my panties with my empty hand. I laid back on the bed and raised my knees up, spreading my legs wide. I fingered my pussy to get it wet, then slowly slid the ‘egg’ into my vagina, pushing it in deep with my fingers so only the cord for it was hanging out of me. I closed my legs together to keep it from coming out, and pressed the power button on the remote.

The first sensations were exquisite as the vibrator hummed in a low setting. I moaned softly, but wanted more. I turned the speed up to medium, and my hips rose to meet the imaginary thrusts of a lover’s cock as the vibrator caressed my love tunnel. I closed my eyes and began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, so I picked up the fingertip vibe and slid it onto my middle finger of my right hand, then turned it on and put it on my clit lightly, reveling in the awesome sensations shooting through my groin. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer with each second that ticked by. I couldn’t hold it back any longer so I turned both the ‘egg’ and finger vibes up to the high settings, and began rubbing my clit hard with the finger vibe as the ‘egg’ was making love to my hole.

Within seconds, my legs were squeezing tightly together and I was holding the finger vibe on my clit as my tunnel contracted around the egg vibe. I felt the fluids leaking out and running down the crack of my ass, but I wanted more. I turned off the vibes and removed the dripping wet egg vibe from my pussy with a gentle tug on the cord for it, a rush of warm liquid oozing out behind it.

I porno grabbed my cell phone from the night stand and dialed my boyfriend Jeff’s phone number, letting it ring 4 times. He didn’t answer but I knew he would call back if he could. I waited 5 minutes. He didn’t call, so I figured he was busy. I put the phone back and picked up the 8-inch vibrating dildo and the slim-vibe. I lubed both well, and slid the slim one slowly into my ass after turning it on to the low setting. I pressed down with my hips to hold it in there while I slipped the big one into my hot wet pussy, all the way in on one thrust. I picked up the finger vibe again and rubbed it over my clit with my left hand while the 8-inch vibe was throbbing in my pussy as I moved it in and out with my right hand.

The feelings I was experiencing were so intense that it didn’t take long for me to climax again. My whole body was tingling and I felt as if I might pass out with pleasure. It was incredible!! This was definitely something that Jeff had never made me feel before, and I was going to have to email him all about it after my shower. I would also have to email or call Margaret to tell her about it too. I just know they both would enjoy hearing about how I pleasured myself with these new toys. I screamed out my orgasm within moments, and lay on the bed panting and dizzy. I put all the toys on the night stand, then tried sitting up, but got dizzy again, so I laid back down for a few more minutes.

After about ten minutes, I was able to sit up without getting dizzy, so I picked up the toys and carried them to the bathroom so I could clean them off before my shower. I washed them all well and laid them out on a towel on the counter to dry, then I turned to start the water in the shower. I stepped in and let the warm water caress my flushed skin. I washed my long brown hair and shaved my legs and underarms, then washed my body with rose-scented body wash, being sure to wash my pussy and ass well, then rinsed off and stepped out, wrapping a large purple towel around my lush body. I grabbed another towel and dried my hair with it, then went back to the bedroom to slide on some underwear and a nightshirt. I slid my feet into my pink fuzzy slippers and went to the kitchen to make some dinner.

As I was putting some leftover chicken and potatoes and broccoli into the microwave, the phone rang. I went to answer it and found out it was Jeff, returning my call. We chatted for a few minutes, then I told him about my toy fun. I could hear him breathing heavy and he told me he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I sat on the couch and began telling him everything I did with the new vibrators. I closed my eyes and I could hear a loud ‘slap, slap, slap’ as he stroked his cock quickly, then a loud growl-ish groan as he exploded his cum all over his stomach. I could tell that he had a big load from the way he was grunting, and I licked my lips, wishing I was sucking his cock and licking his cum from his tummy. I smiled as he thanked me for the great cum, and I told him I’d be glad to show him in person after work the next day. He readily agreed to be here waiting for me, since he had his own key to my house. We said goodbye and told each other, “I love you,” then hung up the phones.

I went back to the kitchen and took my dinner from the microwave, grabbed a diet cola from the fridge and went to the couch. I put my plate on the coffee table and grabbed the remote control for the TV, putting it on my favorite movie that was on that night. I watched my movie and ate my dinner. My cat, Boots, came up and curled up beside me on the couch and I idly stroked his long soft fur as he purred loudly. When the movie was done, I looked at the clock. It said 9:45 pm. I stood, trying not to disturb the sleeping Boots, and picked up my plate and soda can, taking them to the kitchen. I yawned, then made sure the doors and windows were locked before I went to my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. I grabbed my toys from the counter and put all but the ‘egg’ in my night stand drawer. I put that in my purse to take to work with me. I made sure my alarm clock was set for 7:00 am and I went to bed, snuggling under my blankets, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow.

The next morning, my alarm went off at seven sharp. I got up and took a quick shower, then dressed in my black bra and thong panties, a red garter belt with black stocking straps, and black silk stockings. I pulled a short denim mini-skirt, a tight white blouse with short sleeves, and my red 4-inch heels from the closet and put them on. I fixed up my hair so it was pulled back out of my face with a pair of barrettes, did my make-up, then went to the kitchen. I poured some coffee into my travel mug and grabbed a packet of PopTarts from the cupboard for breakfast. I grabbed my jacket and purse and car keys, locked up the house behind me and went to the car in the garage to leave for work.

Twenty minutes later, Porno izle I pulled my red Corvette into my parking space at work, right next to Margaret’s black BMW. I went inside to the elevator to find Margaret there with Heather, who was early. They were talking and both greeted me warmly when I approached. I said to Margaret, “I have to something to talk to you about later, Margaret. It’s about what I did after work yesterday, hahaha.”

She said, “Ohhh, really?? I cant wait to hear about it. Come to my office around ten for a cup of coffee and we’ll talk.” I agreed to the meeting and we all stepped into the elevator, Heather between Margaret and myself. I couldn’t help looking down at ‘her’ lap, wondering what was under that brown skirt and those beige stockings. I glanced up to see Margaret smiling at me, as if she knew what I was thinking, and I’m pretty sure she did know.

Chapter 3

A few minutes later, we emerged from the elevator and I went to my office to check my messages, telling Margaret and Heather, “I’ll be at your office at 10:30 for that meeting, Margaret. See ya soon!” They waved to me as I walked down the hall. I smiled as I patted the side of my purse where I had that vibrating egg toy, and I couldn’t get to my office fast enough! I went into the outer office where my secretary, Amy-Lynn was busily typing away on the computer. We exchanged our good mornings and I told her that I was not to be disturbed for any reason, unless Margaret or Heather wanted me for anything. I went into my office, locking the door behind me.

I went to my desk and flipped on the power switch for my computer. While that was booting up, I hung up my jacket and removed the ‘egg’ from my purse. I sat on my couch and slid down my panties and stockings, and raised my skirt. I slid the ‘egg’ into my hot, wet, waiting pussy then slid the remote up under the waistband of my skirt so I could put it in my pocket discreetly. I pulled my panties and stockings back up, then readjusted my skirt. I tucked the remote into my pocket and turned it on the low setting, feeling the steady vibrations deep inside my pussy as I tested it out. Oh my God, it felt sooo good to be so naughty in my office. I turned off the vibrator and went to my desk to check my messages on my computer.

I was scrolling down my list of messages when I came across one that Margaret had sent me. It was a link to a porn site that she wanted me to check out when I had some time. I looked at the clock and realized I still had an hour and 45 minutes before I had to be in her office for that meeting with her and Heather, so I clicked on the link. A few seconds later, the site popped up on my screen, revealing pictures of busty women being fucked by handsome, well-hung men, and some women being fucked by other women using dildo’s, vibrators, and even some carrots and cucumbers. I was getting excited just from looking at the pictures, so I clicked on one showing a pair of ladies using cucumbers on each other.

The video began with the ladies kissing and touching each other’s naked bodies, and licking each others pussy until they were glistening with saliva and love juices. They picked up the two large thick cucumbers and rubbed each other’s wet cunts with them, then slowly began pushing them in and fucking each other with the vegetable. I had to admit, I was getting really turned on and I couldn’t resist sliding my hand into my pocket and turning on the ‘egg’ vibe to the high setting immediately. My other hand slid beneath my skirt and fingered my clit as I watched the ladies fuck each other silly with a pair of 9 inch long cucumbers. Within moments, I felt my orgasm closing in and reached into the drawer of my desk for some tissues to clean up with afterward.

I fingered my pussy faster and harder as the ‘egg’ continued to vibrate deep in my cunt, closing my eyes tight as my climax hit me hard. I felt my juices leak out of my pussy and soak the crotch of my panties. I just sat there for a few minutes, after turning off the vibrator egg, letting my breathing get back to normal and for my body to stop tingling. I looked in my desk drawer hoping to find another pair of panties in there, but no such luck. So I just used the tissues to dry them as best as I could when I wiped my wet pussy. I tossed the tissues into my wastebasket and went back to reading my emails after saving that porn site on my favorites list. I thought of sending Margaret a Thank you email, but decided to just tell her when I saw her at the meeting.

Ten minutes later, my emails read and replied to, I glanced through the phone messages that waited on my desk. There were a couple from Jeff, and a few from some clients, which could wait until after lunch. I picked up my phone and dialed Jeff’s cell phone. He picked up on the first ring. “Hi beautiful! How’s my girl this morning?” he asked.

“I’m fine babe, just sitting here in my office looking at some porn and thinking how nice it would be to have your hard sexy cock thrusting deep in me as we both watch it together. But since you aren’t here, lover, I had to settle for using my new vibrating ‘egg’ toy that I bought yesterday at The Pleasure Palace.” I replied. I heard him moan as he thought about me using the toy.

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It was a Saturday morning, when I got a text from my friend, Kelly, telling me to come over to her apartment to hang out with her, and her roommate, Lisa. Since I had nothing to do, and my roommate Brian wasn’t home, I said to myself ‘why not?’ I texted her back, and said I’d be there in a half-hour or so.

I put on a pair of shorts, and a tshirt, and headed to the subway to get to her apartment. After about 45 minutes, I pressed the buzzer, she let me know, and I headed to her apartment.

I got there, and Kelly had her door open and greeted me with a big smile, “Hey Chris!” Kelly, was a very attractive girl. I’m 5’8″ and she was a little shorter than me, and was also thin with nice breasts.

“What’s up Kelly?” I said, as I checked her out. She was wearing black shorts, and a green tank top, and had her brown hair up in a ponytail. “So what’s going on today?”

“Well….come in.”

I walked in and saw Lisa sitting on the couch, she smiled at me. Lisa was a little taller than me, but also very attractive. She was wearing a black mini skirt, and red tank top, and had her blonde hair down.

Kelly closed and locked the door behind me, and smiled. “We’re just bored today, and wanted to hang out. Neither one of us has plans until Jimmy comes over later to hang out with Lisa, and I might third-wheel them,” Kelly said with a laugh.

“Well, glad to be your cure of boredom,” I said.

I went to go sit on the couch and noticed that there was a pile of clean laundry on it.

“Oh…sorry, just move that, and put it on my bed” Kelly said.

“Alright, no problem.” I picked up the pile and went to her room, and put it on her bed. As I was walking back, I noticed I dropped one of her bras. “Almost forgot this,” I laughed as I held up a lacey hot pink bra.

Kelly looked at me and laughed, “Just put it on my bed…unless you’re thinking of wearing it.”

I looked at her and laughed, “Well, I don’t think it’s the right size for me.”

Lisa looked at me, “We can make it the right size…go ahead, try it on, see what it’s like to wear one.”

Kelly smiled, “Do it!”

I looked at them, and saw they really wanted me to put it, “Ok…if that’s what you want.” I put my arms through it, and tried to attached the back, but couldn’t.

“Let me help,” Kelly said, as she ran over to me and clasped the back, “Not bad, it fits, but you don’t have boobs to fill it out.”

“He should really have it under his shirt, to get the real effect of wearing one,” Lisa said while she laughed.

“YES!” Kelly shouted.

“I don’t know about that…let me take it off, and maybe we can watch a movie or something,” I said.

Lisa looked at me, “That’s not fun, let us dress you like a girl, that will be fun!.”

I hesitated, “Uhh, I don’t know…”

“Come on! Trust us! This will be fun! We won’t tell anyone!” Lisa said.

Kelly smile at me, “If you let us do it, maybe I’ll give you a blowjob.”

I looked at her, and thought to myself that it has been a few months since I had a blowjob, and could really use one, especially from someone like Kelly. I nodded, “Ok, but as long as you promise to not tell anyone!”

They both laughed, “Of course not,” Kelly said. She thought for a moment, “Now strip down naked.”

I did as she told, and she looked at me, “You’re doing to need to go into our bathroom and shave, everything! Girls aren’t hairy.”

“Umm, ok, if I need to,” I said, thinking to myself, ‘whatever it takes for a blowjob.’

I went into the bathroom, and filled up the bathtub with water, looked around, and find a few of their razors and shaving cream. I got into the tub and soaked for a while. I then lathered up my legs, and grabbed the razor. I hesitated for a second, but started to shave all the hair off. I made several strokes over the same spots to get it as smooth as possible. I then moved to my pubes, and butt. Then shaved my chest, and arms. My back took the longest, but after a while I was completely shaved, and smooth. I hardly recognize myself. I finished washing myself, got out, dried off, and walked into the living room.

“Wow, nice legs Chris!” Kelly said, while Lisa laughed a little.

Before I could say anything, Kelly handed me a hot pink lacey thong, “Put this on and cover yourself up.”

I did as I was told, and she then handed me the bra from before, and helped me put it on. Kelly then stuffed the bra with some breast inserts, to make it look like I actually had boobs.

“What are you thinking, Lisa, a nice mini skirt?” Kelly said.

“I think so, and that cute white crop top I have,” Lisa replied.

Kelly nodded, and they both went to their rooms. Kelly came back with a very short and tight, black mini skirt. Lisa came back with a white crop top with spaghetti straps. They both handed them to me, I put the mini skirt on first, and then the crop top. The skirt barely covered my whole butt, and was very tight, while the shirt was looser, but didn’t even reach my belly button.

I laughed, “Alright, I’m a girl, so how about that üvey kız kardeş porno blowjob.”

Lisa and Kelly looked at my and laughed, “We still have to do your makeup, and nails, and hair. Plus, shoes. Now sit down on the couch.”

I figured if I already shaved myself, and was wearing what I was wearing, what’s a little makeup and nail polish?

Kelly and Lisa walked over with a bunch of makeup and went to work. Covering my face with foundation, then adding purple eyeshadow, followed my some eyeliner, mascara, and finishing with hot pink lip gloss.

Lisa then painted my fingernails, and toenails hot pink. I thought I was done, until Kelly walked about with a wig. She smiled and put it on. Lisa then gave me a pair of heels to put in.

They both took a step back and looked at me, and smiled.

“Wow, he…I mean she looks hot!” Lisa said.

“For sure, we did a great job…want to see?” Kelly asked.

“I guess so…” I stood up, trying to balance in the heels, while Kelly led me to her room and her full length mirror.

I looked in it, and didn’t even recognize myself. I really looked like a girl, and a hot one too! I was speechless. I barely noticed that Kelly and Lisa were whispering something to each other.

“Sit on the bed,” Kelly said, “and lean back.”

I did as I was told, getting ready for what I thought was the blowjob, I closed my eyes, and waited.

“Your eyebrows are not girl-like,” Lisa said, and she started to pluck them.

“What the…” I said.

“Stop moving, and be quiet!” Lisa yelled, as she continued to pluck them. After about 30 minutes of plucking, Kelly and Lisa looked at me.

Kelly smiled, and said “I have these temporary tattoos, let me use one to give you a tramp stamp! Rollover!”

I figured it was just temporary, so I did, almost everything else I have done so far would last much longer. I felt her apply it, while Lisa laughed. When she was done, Lisa said, “Ok, seriously, one for thing, and then Kelly can give you that blowjob.”

“Sure, anything!” I said with a smile, figured the worst was done with.

Lisa smile, “Lay on your back, and close your eyes, and don’t squirm or anything.”

I wasn’t sure what Lisa and Kelly were doing, but they were giggling while touching around my stomach, I felt a small pinch, and then Lisa said, “Ok, open your eyes.”

I opened them, and looked down, and saw they just pierced my belly button. I was stunned and looked at them with my mouth open. They looked at me and laughed.

“Now you’re pretty much a real slut,” Kelly said, “now stand up and walk around and show us your stuff!”

I did, and walked around the apartment while they told me how to walk in heels. After about 15 minutes, I was getting pretty good at it.

“Ok, this was fun, girls, but can I take it off now?” I asked.

They both laughed, took their phones out and snapped some pictures, I posed for a few of them, just to play along.

“You can take it off if you walk down the hallway and back a few times. No one will know your aren’t a girl, don’t worry about it!”

I nodded, and went into the hallway, while Kelly and Lisa took more pictures and some videos. As I started to walk back Kelly tossed my wallet and phone at me. Her and Lisa went into the apartment, slammed the door, and then I heard it locked.

I knocked on it, and no answer. I knocked harder and still no answer. I started to pound on it, and heard Lisa yell “Go away, or we’re calling the police and saying you’re trying to break in to your place!”

I stopped, and waited for 5 minutes, then Kelly texted me a picture of me dressed up which read “Go home, or we’re sending this to everyone we know!”

Realizing she wasn’t joking, I headed back home, hoping no one would notice. I got down to the sidewalk, and headed back to the subway. On the way, I noticed a few guys checking me out, but was still nervous I would see someone I would know.

When I reached the subway, I stood on the platform and waited nervously. All of a sudden a guy came up to me, and looked at me.

“Hey gorgeous, what’s your name?” He said.

I hesitated, then tried to raise my voice a little, “I’m…Ashley,” I said, saying the first name that came to mind.

“Well, Ashley, would you like to give me your number? I will treat you good.”

“No…thanks,” I said as the subway pulled up. I immediately got on the most crowded one, away from the creepy guy.

I sat down, then immediately stood back up. I forgot I was wearing a skirt, and felt the seat against my butt. I sat back down, and made sure the skirt stayed under me, instead of riding up. I also made sure my legs were tightly closed so no one would see up my skirt. I sat in silence and looked around for anyone I knew. I didn’t see anyone, and thought I might be able to make it back to my apartment, and change, and undo everything. While wishing the subway could go faster, I looked down at my belly button ring, and thought that it did look cute. I also thought xnxx porno that my pink nails looked good, and shaved legs wasn’t so bad. I was so lost in this train of thought that I almost missed my stop! As soon as I realized it was mine, I jumped up, and quickly got off the train, and headed to the street.

My feet started to hurt from the heels, but I made it to my apartment building, entered the access code to get in, and took the elevator up to my apartment. I got to the door and realized that Kelly never gave me my apartment keys. I stood at my door stunned, and hoping Brian, my roommate, would be home.

I knocked, and thought how I would explain all of this to him. He answered the door, and looked at me, “Uhh…can I help you.”

I took a deep breath, “Umm..it’s me, Chris.”

“What the hell dude? What are you wearing?”

“Long story,” I said as I walked into my apartment.

He looked at me, and started laughing, and fell over from laughing so hard. “Oh man, you have to tell this story!” He laughed again, “Is your belly button pierced?!”

“Yeah, let me change real quick…” I walked to my room, and realized my bedroom door was also locked. Brian looked at me and laughed.

“I’d give you some of my clothes, but I want to hear this story first!” He said.

I looked at him, and told him everything Kelly and Lisa did. When I finished, he looked at me and laughed. He then walked around me, checking my out. “Love that rose bush tramp stamp, that’s the sign of a real slut!”

He took out his phone, and took some pictures. “I think this could be fun, and I think you’re kinda enjoying this right now.”

“Well….” I said while laughing.

Brian looked at me and smile, he took a step towards me, and squeezed my butt. He brushed the wig hair out of my face, and gave me a slight kiss on my neck.

“What are you doing…?” I asked.

“Well, there’s a little slut in my apartment….” He smiled, “what’s your name?”

“Ashley,” I immediately said, while he kissed my neck again.

“See, you’re liking this.”

I was enjoying, and didn’t realize my hand moving toward his crotch. Brian looked down, “It’s ok.”

I started to slightly rub his cock over his jeans.

“That’s right, rub it my little slut. I know you want it.” Brian started to rub my ass, and kiss my neck some more, and I kept rubbing his cock. “How about you take it out?”

I looked at him. I have never seen another guys cock before in person, much less done anything with a guy.

“It’s alright,” he said, “I know you want it.”

I looked down, and undid he belt and fly.

“It’s easier to do that if you’re on your knees,” he said with a smile.

I looked at him, and slowly got on my knees, so my face was level with his crotch. I finished undoing his pants, and pulled down his pants and boxers. Out popped a large semi-hard cock. I stared at it.

“Touch it,” he said.

I looked up, and slowly grabbed it stroked it slowly. I was doing something I never thought I would do, which was touching someone else’s cock. I started to go a little faster, and it grew a little in my hand. I started to look at it closer. It was a big cock, probably would be around 8 inches fully hard. And Brian had it completely shaved. It was thick too.

“How about you kiss it?” He said, as he smiled down on me.

I gave him a small smile, hesitated, and licked the head.

“That’s right…” Brian said.

I licked it again, looked up and saw he was really enjoying it, which made me enjoy it a little bit.

“How about you stick it in your mouth, Ashley?”

I looked up at him. “I’ve never done this before…”

“Just try it, Ashley.”

I opened my mouth, and slowly wrapped my pink-glossy lips around his cock, and slowly went down on it, so the head of his cock was in my mouth. I went down a little more on his cock, and looked up to hear him moan.

“Oh, fuck Ashley…”

I went down some more, and back up and then down again. I came off his cock, and looked up at him, “I thought I would be getting a blowjob today, not giving one!”

He looked down and laughed, “well, plans change, you’re good at this…”

Encouraged, I went down even further on his cock, and started to massage his balls with my hands.

“Mmmm….keep it up, Ashley. You’re my slut today.”

I go down further on his cock, and up and down. His moans turning me on. My tongue swirling on the underside of his cock. I come off his cock, and look up. I slowly stroke his cock as I start to suck his balls.

“Fuck I love that…fuck yeah…” he says.

I look up at him and smile. I look at his cock, and see a pink lip gloss stain about halfway down.

I then see a lob of precum leak out.

“Taste it” he says.

I stick my tongue out, and lick it all up, and find the taste isn’t half bad. I see him smile in satisfaction, as I swallow it.

I go back to sucking his cock.

Up and down, and start getting faster. I then try to take it all the way zenci porno down my throat. I get almost all the way down, but gag.

“Try again…” he says with a smile.

I go down slowly, trying to keep my throat open, and eventually get it all the way in.

“That’s a good little slut” he says, while he holds my head down on it for a few seconds.

I smile up, and wrap my lips tightly around his cock, and as fast as I can, go up and down on it. His moans increasing.

With every moan I speed up a little, and make my lips even tighter. My tongue playing with the underside of his cock, and head.

“OhhhHH!!!” he yells out.

All of a sudden, I feel his cock throb and pulsate, and a weird taste fills my mouth.

His warm cum filling my mouth. More keeps coming too.

“Ohh yessss Ashey” he says.

I wait until he stops cumming, and look up at him, I take my mouth off his cock.

“Show me it” he says.

I open my mouth and show him all his cum. The taste starting to bother me.

“You know what to do….slut.”

I close my mouth, and swallow it all down, and feel it slowly go down my throat.

“That was a great blowjob…you’re meant to suck cock. Can’t believe that was your first time with a dick in your mouth.”

I look up and him, “I was actually hoping to….” I stop what I was about to say.

“Hoping to do what?”

I hesitate again, “I don’t know why, must be these clothes and sucking your cock, or something, but I….kinda want to get fucked….I know you just came…but…”

Brian laughs. “You are a little slut….suck my cock some more. Get it hard again.”

I smile, and start to lick his semi-erect cock. And go back to sucking it, as it grows and grows in my mouth.

I go up and down on him some more.

“That’s good, lets go to my room” he says.

I stand up and he grabs my hand, and leads me to his room. He wraps his arms around my, and takes off my shirt, being careful not to disturb the wig. He gets on his knees, and removes my skirt, and the thong — leaving me standing in his room in only the bra and heels.

“Get on the bed…..on your back like a good slut”

I smile, and do as I’m told. I lay on my back, and open my legs and expose my ass.

He gets between my legs. And strokes his cock a little.

“Do you…have a condom?” I ask.

“Sluts like you don’t use them.”

I smile. Every time he calls me a slut I seem to like it.

He gets closer to me, and almost on top of me. I start to breath deep. He puts the head of his cock on my asshole, and rubs it up and down. He then slowly starts to push on it. When he starts to, I push out a little, and when I do, he smile.

“Sluts like you know what to do…it’s like it’s instinct.”

He pushes a little harder, and I feel the head pop into my ass. It’s a weird feeling. It hurts a little, but it doesn’t feel bad. He pushes in a little more. A moan escapes from me. He slowly pushes more, my ass getting a little wider.

“You’re now my official slut, Ashley.”

He pushes more in, then slowly pulls out, and back in. He does this a few times. I then realize I’m getting fucked. I moan as he starts to speed up just a little. He goes a little harder, I then reach to stroke my cock. He slaps my hand away.

“Not today slut…” he says. He starts fucking faster, and harder. He goes for a few minutes fucking my ass, while I moan out. He then pulls out. I look at him.

“Time to ride it, slut.” He rolls over on his back. I move over, and straddle him. I position my ass over his cock, grab it, and guide it into my ass, and slowly lower myself all the way down. I go all the way down, and slowly all the way up.

“Your ass is so tight…” he says, as I continue to ride his cock. Slowly starting to go faster and faster. My semi hard cock bouncing up and down, as he smiles upon me. Encouraged by the smile, I go faster, he reaches up and spanks my ass. I go faster, and he spanks me again. He spanks me harder, and each time I let out a little yelp.

“Damn….you’re almost a pro at this” Brian says.

Brian then pushes me off, “let me fuck you from behind….just like a real slut.”

I smile, and get into position. Brian gets behind me, and pushes his cock in my ass. “That’s right, slut, take my cock from behind.”

He pushes it all the way in.

“Oh baby….keep fucking me…”

I turn around and see him smiling, as he records him fucking my ass on his cell phone.

He laughs, “Yeah, this is going to Kelly…”

I smile, “ohhh baby, I like this.”

He then starts to fuck me harder, “you’re taking this like a real slut! I love it!”

He goes harder and faster. He grabs the strap of my bra and goes even harder and faster. The entire bed shaking, and me yelping out in excitement.

“Ohh Brian, your cock feels so good in me!” I yelled out, loving the life of being a slut.

“Get ready for me to fill you with my cum! I’m gonna nut soon!”

I smile, as he continue to pounds away at my ass.

“Ohhh, I’m close Ashley!…..here it comes!”

He thrusts a few times into me, hard, and moans. I feel his cock pulsate inside me. I moan a little.

Brian laughs, “now you’re officially a dirty little slut.” He pulls out of me, and I feel his warm cum leak out of my ass. “Look at me.”

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“Please…Stop… I’m too full, it’s hurting me Dria.” James whimpered.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you screwed the neighbourhood slut.” Alexandria stated calmly.

None of her friends could understand why James had cheated on Alexandria. She was gorgeous. 5 feet 9 ” with a voluptuous figure and shimmering blonde hair she was most guy’s dreams. But James had still managed to find time to fuck the cheap imitation that lived down the same street.

Alexandria had been humiliated, having to face her every day, so in turn she decided that it was her husband who should be humiliated. She had locked an impossible looking chastity device onto him while he slept, a contraption that bent his penis back, forcing him to sit like a girl to piss but left his balls free for any punishment she felt he deserved. There was only one key and Alexandria had made sure to hide it far away from anywhere that her unfaithful husband could find it. At the bottom of a lake. Not that he knew that and his hope kept him compliant. The only way he could escape would be to cut off his cock with the device.

James wiggled, his ass bent over the bath as Alexandria pumped a final enema into him.

“You’ve put too much in, I’m getting cramps…” he whined. James could feel water distending his guts. It had filled him to a painful point but Dria had continued to let it flow into him. He thought his entire insides would be filled with water soon.

“Shut up. Fuck toys don’t talk.” Alexandria slapped his ass hard and continued to let the water flow into him for a few more minutes before pulling out the nozzle from his tight hole. “Don’t move a muscle, and if you spill any you know you’ll be punished.” Her high heels clacked on the tile as she left the room only to return momentarily with a thick butt plug.

“This will keep you sealed darling. You have to keep that in until you have permission to relieve yourself.” She pushed the thick end against his contracted muscle and listened to his pathetic whines of discomfort.

“Hush. How many times did you pester me for anal sex, even when I told you I was too sore? And now you won’t reciprocate?”

His sphincter stretched around the widest part and it popped in. “Stand up.”

James stood and Alexandria looked at his swollen stomach. He practically looked pregnant.

“If only your buddies you bragged to could see you now!” Alexandria laughed, “In fact, let them!” She pulled out her camera phone and took some snaps.

“Bend over darling, I want them to see your lovely pink plug!” James miserably complied and she continued to laugh.

“Please… let me go to the toilet.” James turned and looked at Alexandria, “I’m desperate, and then you can do whatever you want to me!”

“No darling, and I’m well aware of how desperate you must be, I added an extra half bag to your final rinse cycle.” Her tinkling laugh hung in the air and she pulled him up by his collar and pressed on his stomach much to James’ dismay. Some water leaked down his leg and Alexandria noted it immediately.

“You’ve spilt it after my specific warning not to. I’m not happy.”

Alexandria put a deep bowl on the floor and pushed on James’ shoulders. In her high heels she was eye to eye with him at 6 foot 1 “. He moved down 1080 porno so he was squatting above the dish.

“You are to relieve yourself in there, then drink it all. No hands as usual.”

James was repulsed, the previous two enemas cleaned him out but he would still be drinking water that had been in his ass. He had no choice but to comply though, the punishment would be worse. The intense rush of water leaving his rectum after he’d wiggled out the plug was immense. The cramps began to subside and he felt better. His relief turned to dread as the final drips fell into the bowl. His Mistress swished a whip at her side, subtly messaging that he should begin to drink his water or be punished further.

His nose wrinkled as he leant down to lap the water, it still held the faint smell of his ass and his mind screamed at him to not to as he dipped his tongue in to drink it.

James was relieved when he sucked up the final few drops and he shuddered as he knelt back on his heels.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“I’m having a friend over darling, I believe you know him! It’s Michael.”

His old business partner, Michael had been incredulous when James had told him he was quitting to be a househusband to serve Alexandria and that she would take his place as a partner at the top of the business. Now he was coming over to fuck his gorgeous wife, James was sure.

“Please, Dria… don’t have sex with him.” Her laugh tinkled.

“Oh honey, who said it was just me who he was here to fuck?”

Panic ran through James’s eyes as he thought about his old business partner seeing him in a subservient position like this.

***

The doorbell rang and Alexandria swept out of the room to answer it. Her long legs ate up the stairs and she opened the door to Michael, a handsome rugged man with dark angular hair and piercing green eyes. His large hand circled her waist and stroked her through the buttery soft white dress she wore. Dria’s hand circled his wrist and led him upstairs. Her lips touched his ear and bit it gently, “He’s all ready for you, and once you’re ready, I’m waiting for you…” Dria pushed the door open and sauntered inside her hips swaying gently as she made her way to the bed, nudging James forward with her toe.

“James?” Michael’s deep voice rang out cutting the silence.

James nodded still on his knees, refusing to look at Michael.

“Look at me.” His gaze flicked up to meet Michael’s and embarrassment suffused his cheeks with red. Michael slowly grinned and gestured to his crotch.

“You know what to do.” James undid Michael’s jeans and let them slide down his muscular legs. Shame filled James as he began to stroke Michael through the fabric of his tight black shorts. Michael was partially hard and James slipped the underwear off of his old friend.

Michael’s cock was thick and long, putting James’s own to shame. Despite his belt he could feel himself trying to get hard as he thought about what he was going to do. James lent forward and flicked his tongue against the tip of Michael’s cock experimentally, Michael groaned and his cock hardened further. Spurred on James lent forward and began to suck gently as Michael rocked back and forth pushing a little more of his cock between James’s 2 k porno lips. James’s licking became more fervent as he felt himself get hornier at the act he was performing. His cock was pushing against the restraints of his chastity device desperately trying to get hard. His balls ached and he felt an uncontrollable need to come. But he couldn’t. He sucked harder until Michael pushed him away. He dropped his shirt next to James revealing chiselled abs and sinewy biceps, not hugely muscled but very toned. He watched his wife stand up next to the bed, their marital bed, and peel off her floaty white dress revealing a virginal white basque and thong with hold-ups.

James missed the days she would wear such outfits for him and his cock continued to torment it from its confinement. Michael pressed against Dria and kissed her neck. She purred her approval as his hands slipped to her hips, fingertips running over the expensive silk. She pushed her pelvis into his, already feeling needy. Michael’s hands anchored on the back of her thighs and he picked her up as if she were no more than a pillow. He laid he gently on the bed and crawled down her body leaving a trail of hot kisses, licking her nipple through the silk, eliciting another purr from her. His tapered fingers pushed her thong to the side and circled her clit for a few seconds before pushing into her tight pussy that was already dripping wet for him. He rubbed her G-spot a little and her back arched, pushing her breasts up as she gasped. Dria could feel Michael’s cock rubbing against her thigh, adding to her excitement.

Michael peeled the thong from her and dipped his head between her thighs, licking her juices from her, moaning at the way she tasted. He felt James’s gaze boring into him and he turned with a grin on his face. James’s face was a look of pure longing and torment.

“Just think… If you hadn’t fucked that slut, I wouldn’t be here doing this. Thanks.” Michael turned and continued to lave his tongue over Dria until she writhed and begged him to enter her. He did slowly, letting feel every inch, teasing her, pulling back till only the head was inside her before sliding fully into her.

Dria’s nail raked Michael’s back and she kissed him savagely, teeth clashing together and tongues battling for dominance. He bit her bottom lip as he pulled her legs over his shoulders.

Dria felt Michael’s cock hit previously untouched spots and she saw stars as he slowed down, taking her over the edge. She screamed her approval and he growled in her ear, releasing her legs to nibble her jaw. She pushed him off of her, forcing him to lie down so she could straddle him. She slammed her body against his, getting carried away with the lust. His hand closed around her breasts encouraging her further, he flicked a nipple and she cried, grinding against him harder. She felt his hands drift to her hips pushing her down harder as he grew more urgent. His moans echoed in her ears as he came inside her, heavily.

James looked on as the pair of lovers lay together panting. He felt betrayed and then realised that must have been how Dria felt when she found out about the affair. He was still undeniably aroused and his cock was still straining. His mind ran through what they’d just done and how excited 3 k porno it had made him feel. He crawled towards the bed slowly watching Michael slowly stroke Dria’s nylon sheathed thighs. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. Dria stretched like a contented cat and then flicked her gaze to her errant husband.

“Darling, come clean me up before I ruin the bed. Michael too.” James watched as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and opened them. This was the first time since she had locked him in the cage he was allowed to touch her there. And it was to lick his best friend’s come out of her. He sunk his head to the juncture between her thighs and dipped his tongue into her. The salty taste invaded his senses and lingered in his mouth after he swallowed. He moved up to her clit and swirled his tongue against her. He was rewarded with a resounding slap to his shoulder.

“No, you’re not here for my pleasure, well you are, but you’re just to do clean up now.” She pushed his head back down to her opening where Michael’s come was beginning to drip out of her. James gently sucked it out of her, miserably resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to bring her to climax.

Dria pushed her husband away. “I’m clean now honey, but you still have Michael to service.”

She watched him look over at her lover and crawl towards him. He licked Dria’s juices from Michael’s cock and felt it harden in his mouth. By the time he had finished Michael was fully erect again.

“Don’t forget my balls.” He rumbled holding his cock out of the way as James bathed his balls in saliva removing all traces of his sex with Dria.

Michael stood up, flexing his shoulders and curling his fingers in James’s hair, pulling him along gently as he walked.

“Get on all fours.” James complied, excitedly thinking about whether Michael would fuck him in his ass. Since he’d been stuck in this belt he’d realised how pleasurable having his ass touched was and he craved it. Michael knelt down and massaged some lube into James’s tight ass. He slid a finger in and out slowly, relaxing James’s hole.

James pushed back rhythmically, enjoying himself more and more.

Michael slipped a condom onto his hard cock and pulled James’s hips back, guiding his cock into his slippery ass. Michael groaned and sped up fucking his ass harder, his balls slapping against James’s. It didn’t take long before Michael felt himself approach the edge.

James was grunting and pushing back against Michael’s cock as it ran over his prostate giving him more and more pleasure as come drooled from his cock. Michael’s cock swelled a little and James knew he was going to come, his engorged member slid over that sensitive spot once more and James felt come gush from his cock saturating him. Michael pulled out and slapped his ass, walking round to his mouth, peeling off the condom as he walked.

“Suck me off. Finish me.”

James dived on Michael’s cock sucking hard and almost instantly receiving a mouthful of hot come. Michael pulled away leaving his come dribbling out from the corner of James’s mouth. His hand immediately began pumping his cock to erectness again as he wandered back to Dria, her hands roaming over his body, her lips softly moving over his neck and collarbone as he pushed her against the wall.

James watched as they began to fuck again, passionately, his cock twisting in its cage as he became more and more excited, edging closer as they cried out, bodies clashing. All he could think about was how much he wished he were involved.

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