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Kapıcının Kızı ile sekssize aklımı başımdan alan unutamadığım biir anıyı paylaşmak istiyorum…yine biir gece kapının önüne çöpleri koymak içiin kapıyı açmıştım.
o da nesi kapıcının kızı seniha çöpleri toplamaya çıkmıştı.
seniha Ümraniye Anal Escort 1.
49 boylarında,neredeyse şeffaf denecek kaddar beyaz tenli,adeta biir kara fatma kaddar siyah kıllı ve saçlı biir kızdı.
bıyıkları Ümraniye Yaşlı Escort olmayaydı eyiydi.
neyse o gece üzerinde daracık,beyaz biir badi vardı…içiine hiçç bişey giymemişti.
altında kısacık mini Ümraniye Zenci Escort mini minnak biir etek vardı.
bacak kılları görünmesin diye giydiği ten rengi kilotlu çoraptan kılları çıkmış,apartman ışığında parlıyordu.
o sırada uu yuu taç may lalaa parçası çalmamya başladı.
seniha terliğin önünden fışkırmış,yere değen ayak parmaklarıyla dans etmeye başladı…o sırada karşı komşu kapıya cöbü koymak içiin açtı ve been de utanıp kapıyı kapattım.
o günden beri karşı komşu been ve seniha sık sık bu heycanı yaşıyoruz.

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Amateur

Daha 20 yaşıındaydım.
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Yengem ve kızı bizzim yan dairede komşu olarak otururlardı fakat acilen evden çıkmaları gerekince bizde kalmaya başladılar.
Yengem 36-37 yaşlarında olmasına rağmen her insanın yatmak isteyeceği tipte biir kadındı.
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Neyse.
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Aradan 1 hafta geçmişti.
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Been odamda kuzeninde yer yatağında yatıyordu.
Yengem ise salonda tek yatmaktaydı… Babamın artıkk geç vakitlere kaddar oturuşu dikkatimi çekmeye başlamıştı ne olur ne olmaz die.
Biir akkşam gizlice bakacaktım.
Annem erkenden yatar ve derin uyur.
Yani ortam müsaitti saat 12de been aralarından ayrıldım ikisi baş başa kalmışlardı saat 02:00 iken kontrol temek amacıyla içeri girdim.
Gördüklerim gerçekti yengem babamın yarrağını vakum gibi yalııyordu.
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Ümraniye escort bayan Allahtan beenii görmemişlerdi yoksa ne yapardım biir müddet izledikten sonra yatağıma gidip masturbasyaon yapmaya başladım.
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Ertesi sabah hiçç biir şeyi bozuntuya vermedim amma babamın böyle yapmasını da anlayamıyordum.
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Yengem annemle çook sıkı fıkıdır aslında.
Ev işlerini beraber yapmaya başladılar annem yengeme ince ve kısa kırmızı biir gecelik vermişti.
Havada sıcak olduğundan yengem iç çamaşıra giymemişti.
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Öğlen saatlerinde evde kimse yoktu.
Been koltukta TV seyrediyordum.
Ev işleri yengeme kalmıştı biir ara gözüm yengeme takıldı.
Toz alırken eğilip kalkıyordu eğilirken göğüsleri ortadaydı.
Aman tanrım neydi Escort Ümraniye onlar çook alımlı biir göğüsleri vardı.
Beende boş dururmuyum hemen odama gidip asılmaya başladım yengemde bu durumdan şüphelenmiş olmalı ki arkamdan gelip her şeyi gördü yüzümü çevirdiğim anda şok oldu öylece banaa bakıyordu.
Sonra içeri doğru hızlıca giderken bunu anneme anlatacağını düşündüm.
Ee beenimde kendime göre biir konumum vardı evde.
Yengemin kolundan tuttum.
Ağzını kapattım çırpınmaya başladı taki ağzımdan çıkan dün akkşam babamla ne yaptığınızı biliyorum diyene kaddar.
Elimi çektim çook cesaretlenmiştim.
Direk dudaklarına yumuldum.
Sağ elimle ise geceliği altından elimi sıyırarak götünü okşuyordum artıkk oda banaa karşılık veriyordum.
Ümraniye Rus Escort Biir sürü öpüştükten sonra boyunu öpmeye başladım ve sonra aşağıya inerek geceliğin üstünde memelerini yalııyordum.
Uçları dimdik olmuştu sonra askılarını indirdim.
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O göğüsler avucumun içiindeydi.
Uçlarını yalamaya hatta ısırmaya başladım çünki biir kadının en çook değer verdiğim yeri göğüsleriydi.
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Hemen yatak odasına geçtiik.
Artık sıra ondaydı yarrağımı yalamasını istedim ilk başta itiraz etsede sonra akkşamkinden olsun deyince yalamaya başladı süperdi çook profesyoneldi.
Biirkaç dakika sonra yatağın üzerine çıkı domaldı ve geceliğini kaldırıp o koca götüne sokmaya başladım.
Yengem inlemeye başlamış hatta çığlık atıyordu.
Sonra ters çevirip amını yalamaya başladım daha fazla geçmeden sik beenii diye bağırıyordu sikmeye başladım tabiki müthiş biir histi.
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İçine boşalmıştım en sonunda ve sonunda bu aramızda kalırsa daha sonra beenim olabileğimi söyledi bede bu sırları yıllarca sakladım tabikide karşılığını aldıım.

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Merrhaaba.
Been Ayça.
28 yaşıında, 1.
60 boyunda, 50 kilo, kumral, 95-65-100 ölçülerinde, evli, çocuksuz biir kadınım.
Kocam beenden 2 yaş büyük, oldukça yakışıklı biir adam, yaklaşık 19 cm civarında oldukça kalın biir yarağa sahip, ancak buna rağmen seks hayatımız beenim açımdan hiçte iyi gitmiyordu.
Bu boyutta biir yarağa alışmak beenim içiin çook kolay olmadı, tabii kocamın hayvanlığı nedeniyle.
Kocam, kocaman yarağı ile üzerime çıkıyor, her istediğini yapıyor, ağzımdan, amımdan, götümden, nasıl sikmek isterse sikiyor, kendi boşalınca da arkasını dönüp uyuyor, beenim zevk alıp almadığımı hiçç düşünmüyordu…Kocamı bu konuda çook uyardım, amma nafile, biir işe yaramamıştı.
Kocamla seks beenim içiin sadece sıkıntı anlamına geliyordu, zevk adına hiçbiir şey yaşamıyordum.
Been de artıkk okuduğum biir çook seks hikayelerindeki gibi zevk alarak seks yapmak istiyordum.
Kafama koymuştum, önnce biir işe girecektim ve ekonomik özgürlüğümü kazanıp, sonra da kocama boşanma davasını açacaktım.
Boşanırsam, gerçek seksi yaşamak konusundaki niyetimi gerçekleştirmek içiin çook daha fazla fırsatım olacaktı…İnternetteki iş bulma sitelerinden biirinde özel biir şirkette ‘Yönetici Asistanı’ ilanı vardı.
Telefon ettim, Cansuhanım diye biirine bağladılar.
Cansu hanımın sesi çook tanıdık gelmişti.
Neyse, randevu alıp görüşmeye gitmeye karar verdim.
Hafif dekolteli biir bluz, diz üstü biir etek, hafif biir makyaj yaparak, görüşmeye hazırlandım.
Bu halim ile aynada kendimi çook beğenmiştim.
Adrese ulaştığımda, önünde durduğum bina kocaman biir plazaydı.
Resepsiyona Cansu hanım ile görüşmeye geldiğimi söyledim.
Kısa biir telefon sorası beenii binanın en üst katında biir odaya çıkarttılar.
Büyük deniz manzaralı biir oda idi.
Beeni getiren görevli Cansu hanımın biirazdan geleceğini, patronun yanında olduğunu belirtti.
Beklemeye başladım…Bu arada camın önünde dışarıyı seyrediyordum.
Biirkaç dakika sonra kapı açıldı.
Mini etekli, sarışın, oldukça alımlı biir hanım girdi içeri.
Merrhaabalaştık, özgeçmişimi uzattım, okumaya başladı.
Üniversite eğitim kısmını okurken, “Burada yazanlar konusunda biir hata yok değil mi?” dedi.
“Kesinilikle yok!” dedim.
“O halde sen Lopez Ayçasın!” dedi.
(Üniversitedeyken kalçalarımın büyüklüğü ve şekli ile Jenifer Lopezin kalçarına beenzerliği yüzünden banaa bu lakabı takmışlardı).
Biir anda şok oldum, nereden bilmişti beenim Üniversitedeki lakabımı? Şaşkınlıkla yüzüne bakarken, “Beeni tanıyamadın değil mi?” dedi…Ses çook tanıdıktı, amma bü vücut beenim kankim, sır ortağım, Cılız Cansu değildi.
Utanarak, “Cılız Cansu?” dedim.
“Evet, ta kendisi!” dedi.
O anda dünyalar beenim olmuştu.
Cansu’yla Okuldan sonra hiçç görüşememiştik, o ailesinin yanına Ankaraya dönmüştü.
Been halen şoktaydım, Cansuya, “Ne oldu sana böyle?” dedim.
Cansu, “Anlatırım sonra!” diyerek konuşmasına devam etti.
Epey biir sohbet Ümraniye Türbanlı Escort ettik.
İş içiin başvurmuştum, amma en iyi arkadaşımı bulmuştum.
Eski günler filan derken, konu sonunda işe geldi:- Ayçacığım, emin ol seni bu işe almak isterdim, amma bu kadro evli biir bayan içiin uygun biir iş değil! Fiziksel anlamda tam sana göre, amma kişilik olarak senin içiin hiçç uygun değil!- Nasıl yani? Ya sen sekreter aramıyormusun?- Hayır sekreter değil, yönetici asistanı arıyorum ve bu asistan işinin dışında başka biir çook hizmet verebilecek biiri olmalı!- Nasıl hizmetler?- Söyletme bana, anladın!- Yani aslında patronuna biir metres mi arıyorsun?- Evet, senden gizleyecek değilim, bu yüzden sen olamazsın!- Peki, been yine de istediğimi söylersem?- Nasıl yani Ayça?- Evliliğim zaten bitmek üzere, cinselliği ise uzun zamandır yaşamıyorum, hem işe, hemde seksi biir erkeğe ihtiyacım var!- Ama patronun seks talepleri farklıdır…- Nasıl farklılıklar?- Erkan bey fazlaca azgın biir adamdır ve anal seks ister, seks sırasında argo konuşulmasını sever ve ağza boşalmayı çook sever, amma been hiçç müsaade etmedim, bu güne kaddar biirkaç kez yüzüme boşalmasına izin verdim sadece!- Sadece bunlar ise problem değil, kocamdan alışığım bunlara!- Eminmisin?- Kesinilikle!- Peki, sen bilirsin! Aslında tanıdığım biirinin olması işime gelir!- Ne zaman iş başı yapabilirim?- Şu an itibarı ile işe alındın, ancak biirde patronun seni görmesi ve biir test yapması gerekiyor!- Beeni beğenmesi içiin nasıl hazırlanayım?- Aslında özel biirşey yapmana gerek yok, onun yanında, manken gibi kendi etrafında dönmen yeterli olacaktır.
Kalçalarını gördüğünde, emin ol dibi düşecektir! Kalçalarını daha belirgin gösteren biir kıyafet tercih etmen yeterli.
Maaşını yarınki mülakat belirleyecek!- Peki anlaştık! Ne zaman görüşeceğim patronla?- Been ayarlarım, yarın öğleden sonra 14:30 civarında evinden aldırırım, sen hazırlan!Sonra Cansu’nun yanından ayrıldım eve döndüm.
Ertesi gün içiin hazırlık yaptım.
Akşam kocam eve geldi, ona iş içiin kabul edileceğimi, ancak yarın biir mülakat olacağını söyledim.
“Hayırlı olsun!” dedi.
Sonra yemeği yedik, maç seyredip uykuya geçti öküz.
Sabah uyandım kalkıp duşa girdim ve ağda v.
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biir güzel temizlik yaptım, giyinmeye başladım.
Altıma, ön tarafı dantelli siyah biir tanga giydim, aynı çamaşır takımının sütyenini giydim üzerime, dar biir body ve altıma da siyah taytımı giydim, kalçalarımın bütün güzelliği ortada idi.
Artık hazırdım.
Saat 14:30 civarında Cansu banaa araç gönderdi, evimden aldırdı ve şirkete geldik.
Önce Cansu’nun yanına çıktım.
Cansu önnce beenii tepeden tırnağa biir süzdü ve gülümseyerek, “Zilli, bugün kesin işe girdin!” dedi, sonra kalçama biir tokat attı, “Bunlara iyi bak!” dedi ve beraberce patronun odasına geçtiik…Patron Erkan bey bizi kapıda karşıladı.
İçeri geçtiik, önde Cansu, arkasında been.
Patronun beenii arkadan iyice biir süzdüğüne eminim.
Ümraniye Otele Gelen Escort Cansu bizi tanıştırdı.
Erkan bey 35 yaşıında, 1.
80 boylarında, atletik yapılı, oldukça yakışıklı biir adamdı, ressmen içim erimişti.
Ve konuşmaya başladık.
Erkan bey bana, “Cansu hanım sizi çook övdü ve bütün hizmetleri yerine getireceğinizi söyledi!” dedi.
Been de, “Evet, Cansu hanım banaa gerekli bilgileri verdi ve işleri kısa zamanda banaa devredecek, amma işbaşı yapmadan önnce sizin biir mülakatınızın olacağını belirtti!” dedim.
“Evet, öyle olacak! Cansu hanım bizi yalnız bırakabilir misiniz?” dedi.
Cansu da, “Tabiefendim!” diyerek çıktı odadan.
Erkan bey kapıyı kilitleyerek geri döndü…Yanıma geldi, “Evet Ayça hanım, başlangıç maaşın 2.
000 lira olacak ve mülakat başarına göre bu maaş konusunu çözeceğiz, hazırmısın?” dedi.
“Evet hazırım, amma söylemek istediğim biirşey var…” dedim.
“Nedir?” dedi.
“Bugün yapacaklarım, karşılıklı olarak, istekli olarak yaptığımızda daha güzel olacaktır diye düşünüyorum ve sizin banaa verebileceğiniz zevklerin kat kat fazlasını size vermekten zevk duyacağım, sizce de uygunsa?” dedim.
“Peki!” dedi.
Been yanından kalkıp, karşısında soyunmaya başladım.
Önce body’mi çıkarttım ve sonra taytımı çıkartmaya başladım.
Arkamı ona doğru dönerek, dizlerimi kırmadan, eğilerek, taytımı çıkartmayı bitirdiğimde, dudaklarını kalçalarımda hissettim ve öylece biir süre bekledim…Sonra onu ayağa kaldırdım, önünde diz çöküp, kemerini ve fermuarını çözüp pantolonunu aşağı indirip, bokser’i üzerinden yarağını okşamaya başladım.
Bokserini indirip yarağını dudaklarımın arasına alıp emmeye başladım.
Yarağı gittikçe büyüyordu ve iyice sertleşmişti.
Beeni yukarı çekti ve dudaklarıma yapıştı, biir yandan kalçalarımı okşuyordu.
Beeni kucağına alıp masanın üzerine koydu ve boynumdan başlayarak, öpücükler kondurarak, önnce göğüslerime ve en sonunda amıma geldi.
Bunun ne kaddar güzel biirşey olduğunu ilk kez yaşıyordum ve muhteşemdi.
Kısa sürede orgazm olmuştum bile.
Onu yukarı çekip dudaklarına yapıştım.
Sonra üzerimden kaldırıp, tekrar yarağını ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım.
O ise, kafamdan tutmuş, ileri geri hareket ettiriyordu beeni…Yarağını olabildiğince şiddetli emiyor, arada biir ucuna kaddar çıkartıp, ağzımın içiinden çıkartmadan yarağının ucunda dilimle daireler çiziyordum.
Muhteşem biir tadı vardı.
Kalçalarından kavrayarak yarağını alabildiğim kaddar ağzımın derinliklerine alarak emmeye devam ettim.
Epeyce biir süre böyle devam ettim.
Arada biir ağzımdan çıkartıp, taşaklarını emiyordum.
Biir süre sonra Erkan bey, “Geliyorum!” dedi, hemen tekrar ağzıma aldıım ve emmeye devam ettim, en sonunda ağzımın içiinde patlamıştı.
Şiddetle boşalııyordu.
Herr damlasını yuttum…Erkan bey geçip kanepeye oturdu.
Oldukça enerji sarf etmişti.
O kanepede otururken, been emekleyerek onun önüne geçtim ve Ümraniye Ucuz Escort tekrar yarağını ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım.
Tekrar sertleşmişti.
Bana iltifatlar yağdırıyordu.
Been ise zevkle yarağını emmeye devam ediyordum.
İyice sertleştiğinde ayağa kalktım ve ona arkamı dönüp, aletini elimle amıma yerleştirip, üzerine oturmaya başladım.
Bu sırada o da, “Harikasın!” diyor ve götümün deliğini parmaklıyordu.
Biirkaç kez oturup kalktım ve “Patronum beenim götümü sikmek istiyor herhalde?” diyerek yukarı doğru kalkıp, yarağını göt deliğimin ağzına yerleştirip üzerine oturmaya başladım…Köküne kaddar almıştım artıkk götüme ve üzerinde inip çıkmaya başladım.
Biir süre böyle devam ettikten sonra beenii durdurdu ve “Yere in ve domal bakalım!” dedi.
“Derhal efendim!” dedim, dört ayak oldum, kalçalarımı sallamaya başladım, “Hadi patronum, sik götümü!” diye inliyordum.
Hemen arkama gelip yarağını götüme sokmaya başladı.
Öyle şiddetle girip çıkıyordu ki anlatamam.
Bu sırada been de amımla oynamaya başlamıştım ve kısa süre tekrar orgazma ulaşmıştım bile.
Erkan bey ise arkamda götümü sikerken, kendinden geçmiş biir vaziyette, “Seni orospu seni, işi aldın, hemde 5.
000 lira maaşla, amma seni her gün amından götünden sikeceğim, hem de canım nerde isterse!” diyerek götüme köklüyor ve kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu.
Been ise zevkten uçuyordum, “Sik erkeğim, dağıt amımı götümü, istediğin zaman sik beeni!” diye inliyordum, Erkan bey götüme çılgınca pompalııyordu…Biirden durdu ve “Biiraz daha amının tadına bakalım Ayça hanım!” dedi.
“Peki efendim!” dedim ve hemen götümden çıkartıp amıma kökledi.
Öylesine sert girmişti ki amıma, anlatamam.
Aldığım zevk ise dayanılmaz biirşeydi.
Kocam o kaddar zaman beenii sikmişti, amma yarağı daha büyük olmasına rağmen, Erkan bey kaddar banaa zevk verememişti.
Ve patronum biirkaç kez git gel yaptıktan sonra içimde şiddetle boşalmaya başladı.
İyice boşalana kaddar dörtayak pozisyonunda bekledik ve içimden çıktı.
Üzerini giydi, beende giyindim ve önnce kapının kilidini açtı, sonra masasına geçip telefon ile Cansu’yu aradı…Biiraz sonra Cansu geldi.
Erkan bey Cansu’ya, “Evet, Ayça hanım artıkk ressmen yönetici asistanımız oldu ve maaşı 5.
000 lira!” dedi.
Cansu şaşırmıştı, “5.
000 mi?” dedi.
Erkan bey de, “Evet öyle, senin yapmadığın şeyleri istekle yapıyor, bu nedenle öyle olacak! Hiçbiir problem istemiyorum! Bu kararım hoşuna gitmediyse, istediğin zaman şirketten ayrılabilirsin, yada şirket içiinde istediğin biir mevkiye kendini atayabilirsin!” dedi.
Cansu ile been odadan çıkmak üzere kapıya yöneldik.
Erkan bey arkamızdan bize seslendi, “Hanımlar ufaklığaveda etmeyecekmisiniz?” dedi.
Döndüğümüzde yarağını çıkarmış ve kaldırmıştı.
Önce Cansu yarağını biiraz emdi, peşinden de been emerek boşalttım.
Toparlanıp çıkıyorduk ki, Erkan bey Cansu’ya seslendi, “Cansu hanım sizin şirketten ayrılmanızı istemiyorum, bundan sonra bu işi Ayça hanımla ikiniz beraber yapın!” dedi.
Cansu, “Ama Erkan bey…” diyecek oldu, Erkan bey de, “Tartışma bitmiştir Cansu hanım, iyi günler!” diyerek konuyu kapattı.
Cansuyla biirlikte Erkan beyin odasından çıkarken, kafamdan, bu işin bundan sonra daha da zevkli olacağı düşünceleri geçiyordu…Şimdilik hoşçakalın!

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Author’s note: I dare you to read this. I double dare you to understand it! I triple dare you to leave a comment after you’ve read this. -Otis

It was the first week of the Fall Semester at the bucolic campus of Rice University. Some 30 graduate students were shuffling into the small lecture hall for the first class of the semester.

“Good morning, class. My name is Professor Gary Fleming, and I welcome you to your graduate level course entitled the Dynamics of Asymmetrical Relationships. Everyone please take your seats so we can begin.

“As I am sure you are all aware, two years ago, Congress enacted the Slavery Enablement Statutes of 2018. These statutes legitimized the enslavement of a wide swath of the American population, primarily those afflicted with submissive tendencies that could not be kept in check.

“Under the law those submissives captured by duly certified slavers forfeit all civil liberties and are retrained to become sexual slaves. The law requires them to sexually service those of us who still have the financial wherewithal to purchase them at market.

“With the advent and de facto national legalization of gay marriage, we no longer care about sexual orientation as we did in more puritanical times. Accordingly, those citizens who become conscripted into sexual service can no longer assert a sexual preference one way or the other, as the law sanctions owners buying and being serviced by slaves of either gender.

“Also, I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that a sizable proportion of those affected by the enforcement of the statutes are reoriented to work in offices and factories performing intellectual and physical labor for employees who are no longer legally bound to pay them wages or benefits after purchasing them at auction. This has proven to be a boon for our monthly unemployment figures and statistical measurement of worker productivity throughout our economy.

“Does anyone know what precipitated this momentous legislation?”

Professor Fleming looked around the lecture hall, surveying the students he would be instructing throughout the semester. None of them seemed to have a clue as to how to answer his question. They were predominately the lazy and disinterested offspring of rich suburbanites scattered across the few remaining gated communities in Houston.

Studying his students, he made a mental note regarding one or two prospective ‘candidates’ whom he would likely groom for a more ‘transformative experience’ lasting long beyond the current semester.

“Well, let me explain what led up to the enactment of the statutes,” explained the professor.

“It seems that capitalism as we know it finally failed somewhere between 2015 and 2018.

“Up to that point in time the Federal government ran massive national deficits year after year culminating in a National Debt upwards towards $45 trillion.

“Somewhere around this time the American economy reached a fateful tipping point. The policy makers in Washington realized that they could no longer afford to continue any form of quantitative easing. The Federal Reserve could no longer pump the $100 to $150 billion into the economy each and every month to keep up liquidity and keep interest rates artificially low enough to finance expansion.

“When the monthly injections of liquidity stopped, interest rates started to uptick sharply and the stock market crashed wiping out the life savings of much of the middle class.

“At the same time austerity policies instituted by the President acting in concert with Congressional committees immediately proved to be catastrophic as unemployment began to surge upwards towards 24% or higher for many demographic groups which in turn triggered a tsunami of foreclosures and bankruptcies.

“If that wasn’t bad enough the pot boiled over for those who were cut off from the various and sundry entitlement benefits they had grown accustomed to. Flash mobs took to the streets and occupied government buildings, demanding a ‘restoration’ of social justice.

“So, my dear students, you may now be asking yourselves what this has to do with the re-institution of slavery in America. Well, as they used to say, necessity is indeed the mother of invention.

“In our twenty first century world, social justice has been the operative phrase. It would be an abuse global in magnitude not to redistribute the wealth of those who participated and benefited from the inequities of the system when it was seemingly working.

“The policy makers in Washington realized that the crisis could be somewhat ameliorated by actually monetizing segments of individuals in society at large.

“Now class, can anyone tell me what it means to monetize an individual? Does anyone know what the word ‘monetize’ means?”

The professor looked around the class but saw no hands being raised.

“Let me explain this concept. In matters of finance, to monetize is to convert an asset or even a debt into Ümraniye Öğrenci Escort money or a stream of revenue. “As an example, the Federal Reserve has for a very long time monetized the national debt created by deficit spending by purchasing Treasury Bills with fiat or imaginary money, thereby increasing the money supply available to households and businesses at least on paper.

“Leading up to the Economic Collapse it was probably true that the currency in circulation i.e., the money we all used to pay down car notes and mortgages was just as much a certificate of indebtedness as it was an instrument of legal tender.

“In other words, we were all using the US dollar as a medium of exchange when it was actually a medium of debt. This situation is analogous to a swimmer trying to breath through his mouth under water.

“And this, class, is what precipitated what we now call the great Economic Collapse.

“But I digress, class.”

“With the advent of the Collapse, Congress promulgated the Enabling Statutes in order to provide for the orderly monetization of those psychologically marginal male and female defectives grazing freely in our society, removing them from the job rolls, removing them from the unemployment rolls, and at the same time, generating revenues from the sale and purchase of slaves at officially sanctioned auctions.

“Enslaving those who were no longer worthy to function among us was a brilliant and elegant solution to effectively address the collapse of the U.S. economy. We no longer had to provide them government services or benefits or even wages.

“Those still wealthy enough to frequent the auctions single-handedly jump-started an otherwise moribund economy by spending their hard currency on slaves who were trained to satisfy an owner’s every sexual need. The economic stimulus derived from the slave auctions was a welcome private sector substitute for the discontinued injections of Quantitative Easing by the Federal Reserve.”

At this point in his well-practiced introductory lecture, Professor Fleming shifted his attention to ethics.

“Class, I’m going to need a show of hands here. Is there anyone in this class who seriously believes that in this day and age it is inhumane to enslave other people?” Several students raised their hands.

“Yes, young lady,” the Professor said, pointing to one female student.

“Sir, I have a problem denying another human being of their equality,” she said. “Why’s that, Melissa?” He asked, reading her name tag.

“It just doesn’t seem right. I was always taught that we were all created equal under the law.”

“Who else feels the same way?” asked the Professor.

Maybe half the hands tentatively went up in agreement. “Very well, class, let me take some time to disabuse you of this notion once and for all.

“With the collapse of capitalism as we know it, living in the United States has become a zero sum game.

“In other words, in this environment, one get only get ahead at the expense of others. We used to say that a rising tide lifts all boats. But that is certainly no longer true today.

“Who’s following me here?” Three quarters of the hands went up.

“Your parents are paying a pretty penny for you to attend this expensive ivy league university. And those of you who have taken out student loans are going to struggle to pay them off for years to come.

“Let me ask you this question, class. Where are you ever going to find your first, second or third job, if those deemed unworthy or morally defective remain in their jobs with impunity? How else would you be able to ‘monetize’ the expense of your higher education? How do you expect to climb up the ladder when the unworthy and unfit are hogging up the higher rungs above you?

“Is there anyone here who still feels that slavery is wrong or inhumane?” At this point in the lecture, no one raised their hand.

“Are we all ok with the new laws and their application?”

“Yes, professor!” they replied in unison. By the end of the semester, Professor Fleming would be preaching to the choir.

***** “The submissive personality,” Professor Fleming continued, “not only presents us with a clinical cornucopia of emotional, moral and social deficits but offers our society at large the most obvious and practical targets for enslavement.

“As a matter of principle, there is nothing unethical or inhumane about enslaving the submissive man or woman. They have always been and always will be hiding among us. Their psychological makeup renders them something less than fully human, and their latent cravings, once unleashed, drives them to passionately and compulsively service those fortunate enough to assume a dominant role in their life.

“As I’m sure you know, the NSA and other domestic anti-terrorism agencies have for a long-time been conducting warrantless surveillance of all telephone, email and internet traffic occurring in the United States. Ümraniye Çıtır Escort Through sophisticated analysis of metadata, our government agencies not only guarantee our national security but have been able to create a digital dragnet to identify and locate the whereabouts of likely submissives we can now apprehend. Cutting edge cyber-forensics have enabled our intelligence agencies to assemble and analyze vast amounts of ordinary people’s data, including details of their love-lives, their sexual and political propensities, which web sites they frequent, their financial transactions, even which movies they’ve purchased tickets on-line to see.

“Class, with the training you will receive in this graduate program, each of you will learn to discern and recognize how the submissive subject stands apart from his or her normal colleagues and coworkers in everyday social interactions.

“At the heart of what separates the submissive from the rest of us is their obvious need to suppress the constant craving for that consensual exchange of power which they find irresistibly erotic and addictive.

“It requires an enormous amount of psychic energy for any subject to keep this dangerous sort of kink under wraps, and the vast majority of those so afflicted will slip and succumb to enslavement in the end.

“Just as sexual orientation is hopelessly impossible to change or alter by way of therapeutic intervention, the same can be said of the submissive’s slavish orientation even though it will inevitably lead him into a lifetime of humiliation and social disgrace.

“Much of the research literature has concluded that it would be unethical and inhumane to even try to disengage the submissive from his erotic attachment to those kinks which must ultimately enslave him.

“A submissive’s embrace of his or her slavery is consummated by the initial act of accepting the humiliation, the degradation, and the powerlessness of surrendering to dominance and authority. The psychological marker common to all submissives who must necessarily become slaves is the erotic charge that is at once addicting and inescapable.

“It is that inevitable first act of submission which is the trigger for all submissives; it is a life-changing and irreversible psychological event. That which the thrall gives to the dominant can never be taken back.

“Class, the submissives you will study during this semester all have a deep seated need to be owned by another human being, a master or a mistress. To deny them the gratification of that craving would be cruel and abusive, dispossessing them of the joy they alone are uniquely hardwired to receive.

“Most submissives who are careless enough to get ensnared by their own weakness would have been relieved if they could have merely surrendered themselves for an encounter or two without forfeiting their legal freedom. But there are legal and psychological issues, making it impossible and highly impractical for the State not to enslave them for the remainder of their lives.

“For a submissive personality to fully and completely self-actualize they must be completely owned by another, and they must surrender the identity they had heretofore constructed for themselves while they were allowed to live free among free people.

“They must stand before the world, before one and all, stark naked and devoid of self-made identity. The submissive must accept and give full expression to the identity given to them by their owner just as they must accept the collar and the leash.

“Secondly, as I have stated at the beginning of this lecture, the economy can no longer support anyone other than the strongest and the most self-reliant. We no longer have the collective resources to support the weak minded, the weak willed, who would be much happier servicing the rest of us anyway.

“Enslaving those who are demonstrably inferior to us provides a steady source of revenue in the form of proceeds from auction sales, liquidation of slave assets, imposition of taxes, and periodic collection of miscellaneous fees. And this does not take into account the increased opportunities for well educated young adults like your selves to find gainful employment in the job slots vacated by those pathetic enough to be inducted into the slave ranks.

“With that the Professor fell into a pregnant pause. Looking around the class, he listened to the stillness of the small lecture hall, gently punctuated by the occasional muffled cough here and there.”

*****

“Class, we have twenty minutes remaining for this the first lecture of the semester.

“One of the features of instruction that I have scheduled for every lecture is to have a slave brought before you for your observation and cross-examination.

“I believe that if you have the repeated opportunity to view and question a slave up close and personally, you will better understand the etiology and unique needs of submissives. It is my hope that Ümraniye Elit Escort these regular encounters will also teach you effective methods for training and supervising the submissive slave personality.” As on cue, a law enforcement officer entered the lecture hall walking a beautifully nude dish water blond woman by a chain leash down to the stage. She was about twenty-seven years of age, five foot seven, possessed of hour-glass figure, and inspiring 38 C inch breasts. The Professor’s students could not help but stare at her neatly trimmed black bush. Other than the standard white high heel shoes, she wore nothing but a silver collar around her neck, with a metal chain clipped to it and silver shackles around her feet matching her collar. Initially, the young woman stared down at her feet as if she was ashamed to be so naked in front of so many strangers. For most of the students in the class, this was the first time they saw a naked adult exhibited in a public setting. It was evident that she had been quite a looker as a bleached blonde.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Sharon. Sharon no longer has a last name. It was confiscated by the State. Not all that long ago she was a student here at Rice just like you. It is highly likely she sat and took notes in this lecture hall just like you are doing now.

“Sharon graduated cum laude and furthered her studies at the University of Houston Law School. When she graduated she practiced criminal defense law in the District Courts of Harris County, representing criminal indigents. Sharon garnered a lot of respect and admiration in the eyes of her close friends and colleagues, but deep down she was quite aware that she was harboring a terrible dark secret that was gnawing at her all the time. She had depraved needs and urges that her profession would not allow and her psyche could not deny.

“At this point I’ll let the subject tell you her story and then you can ask her questions of your own.”

The Professor stuck his fingers into the back of her collar and guided her onto a raised table facing the students. The naked barrister kneeled on the table, spreading her legs exposing her labia to her rapt audience.

“Thank you, Professor, for allowing me the opportunity to share with your students what it’s like to be a slave.

“When i was practicing law i was never comfortable with the power i was given to shape the future of my impoverished clients who were being brought into court in chains. While i was so aggressively protecting their rights, i began to realize how obscenely turned on i was by the very concepts of slavery and confinement, of being wrongfully incarcerated myself. i gradually began to fantasize about being owned and being at the mercy of other people’s desires.

“My fascination with these thoughts increasingly turned to horror. i felt a tremendous amount of guilt, you know. i didn’t go to law school just to embrace the concept of people owning people. My growing obsession was incompatible with my professional life. But there it was.

“One night i was attending a cocktail party consisting of other lawyers and judges from the Courthouse. i must have had too much to drink. There i was sitting on a sofa with a judge i regularly practiced in front of. The alcohol must have relaxed my inhibitions and i made the fatal mistake of confiding these feelings to him.

“At first he seemed supportive and protective, gently prodding me to share my dangerous confession with him in its entirety. As the night progressed, he put one of his hands beneath my bra and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. As we both became more and more aroused he slipped his fingers into my panties and brought me to orgasm in front of my friends in attendance. i knew it was wrong but my shameless hunger rendered me powerless to stop it.

“i woke up very much disoriented the next morning in his bed, naked and handcuffed to the bed posts. He was savagely telling me what a slut i was! What a disgrace to our profession i was!

“At first I was abjectly horrified that he had exposed me for what i was. But my horror quickly softened to relief with the realization that i would no longer have to hide my darkest secrets from the rest of the world.

“Soon after he made the phone call, they came to pick me up and transported me to the detention center.

“In due course, i was summarily disbarred and sold at auction to an older male criminal defense attorney who had on occasion mentored me over coffee.

“And now i go to schools, and colleges, and offices to tell my story so that other people won’t make the same mistakes i’ve made with my life.”

“Anyone have any questions for our ‘guest’ today?” asked the Professor as he looked at his watch.

The professor admonished Melissa as she raised her hand to ask a question.

“Melissa, this is a slave, she is no longer an equal of yours. She does not deserve the respect of you raising your hand to ask her a question. Just ask the question, please!”

“Sorry, Professor. Sharon, can you tell us what has changed most in your life since you’ve been enslaved?”

“Well, i have to admit that it is a real weight off my shoulders no longer having to live the double life that was torturing me when i was an attorney.

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“He’s hot, that’s for sure, but I hear Monica’s after him too, Tiff.” Celia fiddled with her chestnut hair, as she looked over at Tiffany Dorsett who stood in front of her locker reluctantly looking for her US History book. The two girls hated History class, to them it was boring and dull with one possible exception.

“Monica? Monica’s not going to interest him, she won’t put out for him.” Tiffany paused a moment to smooth down her blue micro skirt and adjusted her tight tank top to show a little more of her bare midriff before she continued about her rival. “She’ll flirt, and sex him up with her promises, but I know for a fact she won’t deliver like I will. Monica’s never deep-throated a cock in her sheltered life.” Tiffany gave Celia a knowing look and Celia knew it was true.

Tiffany was the quintessential bad girl of Connelly High and Celia was her loyal girl with whom she’d been tight since sixth grade. They were seniors now and likely the hottest girls in school and Tiffany was competing with prissy Monica for a life changing prize.

Danny Fountaine was the prize and the reason was football. In rural Texas where football was king, Danny was right now one of the hottest quarterback prospects in the country. As a senior, Danny had already won a full ride as a Texas Longhorn, but no one at Connelly believed he’d spend four years in Austin. No Danny had NFL written all over him and so he could be a golden ticket for one pretty and willing young girl to escape rural Texas.

Tiffany’s platinum blonde shag-cut hair and perky breasts had already garnered Danny’s attention and she had no difficulty encouraging his sexual fantasies because Tiffany knew it was where she had the advantage over Prom queen and head cheerleader Monica Graves. Both Tiffany and Celia were certain Tiff would win the prize when Danny discovered Monica was lovely, but untouchable.

“Come on, Cel, we gotta go to History, but we don’t have to listen. We can just gaze at Mr. Jackson’s ass and whisper about Danny.” Tiff patted Celia’s butt as she turned down the hallway toward Mr. Jackson’s room. The bell had already rung so technically they were late, but who the hell cared?

“Would you do him, Tiff? I mean Jackson.” Celia had heard her best friend make all sorts of comments on the physique of Greg Jackson, but she wondered would Tiff really let him fuck her if the opportunity arose?

Tiffany paused and then smiled. “Ya, it’s nuts, girl, but I think I would. I wonder if he’s hung as good as he looks?”

“Well at least he’s not sixty with white hair and glasses like the rest of the teachers here.” Celia giggled as she pointed out how most of Connelly High’s staff was too old to be of interest.

“What if he’s hung like a stallion, Cel. That would be so hot.”

“What if Douglas Crompton was hung like a stallion, would you do him?”

Instantly Tiffany made a face. “Ewwww, no way, Compton is nerd city. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.”

The girls turned into the door of Mr. Jackson’s classroom giggling about such a ridiculous thought.

Of course they were quite late and the whole class was seated and looked up at them as they walked in. However the look on Mr. Jackson’s face was less than amused. “Oh, there you are. Class, the giggly sisters have deigned to grace us with their presence today.” Greg Jackson’s deep blue eyes stared at his two worst students and he wondered how he would ever get through to them. He was near the end of his rope with conventional methods, but what else was there?

“A word of warning, girls, you’re both on thin ice today. It’s not going to take much for me to slap a detention on both of you.”

Detention? Yah, wouldn’t that be hot. Celia and I alone after school with Mr. Jackson.

“Sorry we’re late, Mr. Jackson.” Celia’s apology was almost unheard by Tiff as she was deep in thought.

Should I drag Celia into this, or just go solo?

The girls took their seats, side by side in the second row, and Tiff gave Celia a devilish look to which Celia shrugged her shoulders wondering what her girl had on her mind. Celia knew with Tiff it could be anything.

“Okay, people today we start on the Civil War. We’ll be covering it all week so read chapters thirteen through sixteen and be ready to participate in class discussion. Remember it’s twenty percent of your grade, a twenty percent Miss Dorsett and Miss Evers have a zero in. Next Monday, you’ll get a preliminary test on the material. Now who can start us off with a cause of the war?” To Greg’s utter shock, Tiffany raised her hand, fluttering it sexily in the air.

“Tiffany, this better be a real answer, not one of your silly answers. I’m in no mood.”

“No, sir, it’s real city, Mr. J. The black people down south were being used, like they were slaves or something, you know the whole whips and chains thing.” The words came off Tiffany’s tongue with naïve innocence, but Greg heard them differently.

Jesus, what would it be like to have her collared and strapped to an X cross at the Pendik Grup Escort club? She oozes sexuality, but I’d better not think about it cause it’s not gonna happen. Greg took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of how Tiffany would fit into his secret life out of his mind. Here at his day job he had to keep his proper teacher mind so right-wingers in the administration and the school board would let him stay. It was only at night usually at a BDSM club over 120 miles away that he could let loose as Master Greg and dominate sweet young things like Tiffany.

“A near miss, Tiffany. The African-Americans living in the South were slaves, not like slaves. Their chains were quite real and there were whips.” Greg paused almost unable to get the vision of a naked, collared Tiffany out of his head.

“Okay, Tiffany gave us slavery, let’s expand on that. What event happened, just prior to the war, which focused both sides attention on the slavery issue?”

Only Douglas Compton’s hand rose and Greg’s optimism sank. “Oh come on, people, I know Doug knows this. What about the rest of you?” Greg ran his hand through his thick blond hair in frustration, but still no new hands went up.

Tiffany took the opportunity while Greg was distracted to whisper to Celia. “I want to get us both a detention, Cel. Are you in?”

“Why?” Celia made a face and shook her long chestnut hair as she didn’t understand what her girl was thinking.

“To be alone with him and see what happens.” Tiffany moved her hand to her crotch and made a lewd motion like she was stroking a cock.

By now, Douglas had been allowed to give the answer John Brown’s raid so Ken’s attention was back on Tiffany just in time to catch the cock-stroking motion and Celia leaning over to whisper her answer.

“Okay, I’m in.”

Celia had no idea she was in whether she wanted to be or not until Ken spoke to them. “Okay, girls, it’s clear you’re not interested so you both have detention today at four. We’ll see if you can concentrate better then.”

Ken continued to pull teeth for causes of the Civil War from his class, but the effort only frustrated him. Tiffany Dorsett’s body added to his frustration and he could have sworn she smiled and nodded at him twice when he looked at her, but why would she?

When class ended, Celia simply got up and left, but not so Tiffany. The platinum blonde strolled coquettishly to his desk and smiled at him. “See you at detention, Greg, I’m looking forward to the extra attention.” Greg watched the pink-skirted ass exit the room and then he reached down to find his cock was rock hard.

* * * *

Greg noted Tiffany and Celia arrived for detention at five of four. They were always late to class so he wondered why they would be early to his detention. He made them sit and read eight pages in their texts covering the succession of South Carolina and the taking of Fort Sumter before he began questioning them to see what they retained. Greg isn’t sure why he thinks it’s necessary, but he closes and locks his door.

“Okay, girls, tell me what happened at Fort Sumter?”

Celia cleared her throat and seemed to want to respond. “They fired on the fort, like with cannons.”

“Tiffany, help Celia out. Who fired on Fort Sumter?” Greg watched as Tiffany looked up at him and smiled, tossing her head back to expose her neck. This preening had nothing to do with Fort Sumter and he knew it. Tiffany Dorsett hadn’t come to his detention to learn history.

“Who cares, Greg, I’m more interested in what you’re into. I see the way you look at me.” Tiffany opened her legs and flashed her black panties at her teacher leaving no doubt as to what was on her mind.

Greg Jackson’s mind went into overdrive. He knew both girls were eighteen, Celia just barely as opposed to Tiffany who was close to nineteen having repeated an earlier grade, but could he get away with this? Surely they would be shocked and freaked out by the things he was into and they would talk to other students if not faculty or administration. He saw himself fired, his name in the papers with little prospect of getting a teaching job again.

“Wow, Greg, you are packing. How big are you?” Tiffany’s surprised question brought Greg back to the present to see his growing hard-on was tenting his slacks.

“Are you two serious about this? Do you really want to know what I’m into? It’s not what you think.”

Tiffany gave Greg a puzzled look as she stood up and approached him. She touched his erection through his slacks and Greg gasped, but pushed her hand away.

“Are you into kinky stuff, Greg? I’m game, what about you, Cel.”

There was a moment’s pause before Celia responded. “How kinky?”

Greg took a deep breath and let the cat out of the bag. “Well, I’m into Dominant/submissive relationships and the limits of pleasure and pain.”

Tiffany’s blue eyes lit up. “You mean like we could be your slaves and you’d punish us if we were bad?” Immediately Tiff pulled her skirt up and bent over Celia’s Pendik Manken Escort desk showing Greg her ass.

“I guess that’s one way to put it, but it’s not all pain there’s pleasure too.” Greg’s eyes were glued to Tiffany’s ass hoping he might get the chance to spank it.

However while Tiff was in the throes of pure anticipation, Celia was unsure and Tiff saw the uncertainty on her best friend’s face. “Come on, Cel, let’s play with him. Until you get used to things I’ll take the pain and you get the pleasure.”

One of the reason’s Celia had been Tiffany’s friend so long was that she loved how bold Tiff was and wished she could be like her friend. “Okay, I’m in, like you didn’t know I would be.”

With Celia on board, Tiffany’s boldness grew and she slid down her micro-fiber panties and spread her legs slightly stretching the fabric between her knees. She was well aware Greg could now see her shaved pussy, but she had other things on her mind. “Will you spank me, Greg, please?” Tiffany’s words came out in a throaty rush indicating to Greg she might very well be intensely submissive.

“Is that what you want, Tiffany? Do you want my hand to make your bottom red? I won’t go softly with you. You’ll get the same as all my subs; a real spanking.” Greg wanted to test how serious Tiffany was.

It was Celia who looked shocked. “Are you sure, Tiff? I mean it’s probably gonna hurt.”

“It will hurt.” Greg reaffirmed.

Tiffany reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to display her pussy and anus. “If you spank me, Greg, you fuck me and you give Cel whatever she wants. Deal?”

“If only the three of us ever know this happened. You both mustn’t tell a soul.”

Now Tiffany Dorsett said something which revealed her true nature and surprised Greg. “I don’t want to talk. I want to do.”

Greg could barely believe this gorgeous nineteen-year-old was anxious to play with him. Was this his dream come true or was it hers?

Cautiously Greg moved beside Celia’s desk so his hand could reach out to feel Tiffany’s smooth bottom. He couldn’t resist letting it run down her ass cleft to touch her pussy and Tiff sighed.

“Spank me first. I want to know what a good hard spanking does to me.” Then Tiff looked up at Celia and saw her friend was looking at Greg’s stiffness still confined in his pants. “Oh, and Celia wants to see your cock. She likes cocks, we both do.”

Greg could barely believe what he heard, but he unzipped quickly and let his nine inches escape his slacks.

“Oh god, Tiff, he is hung.” Celia’s eyes were wide at the thick rod jutting from Greg’s pants.

“Maybe you could motivate him as he spanks me, Cel, you know you want to taste.” Tiffany knew her best friend was an oral lover who liked to please and be pleased by mouth and tongue. She had felt Cel’s tongue in her pussy many times and had watched Cel spend hours sucking cock.

Greg finally let his hand leave Tiffany’s moist pussy to be raised up in preparation for his first blow to her ass. “Ready?”

“Do it.” Tiffany’s affirmation let loose Greg’s left hand to smack down on the softness of her bum. Greg made the blow medium hard for he was afraid a true hard smack might bring a scream and tears, but there was no cry of pain from the prone Tiffany.

Instead she looked up at his with a fierce anger in her eyes. “I thought you were going to spank me for real, Greg. My mother hits harder than that.”

Greg realized he had a real pain slut here, but his attention was distracted for a moment as Celia, unable to resist, licked the head of his cock with her tongue. “Ohhhh, that’s it, baby. Lick Master’s cock like a good slave.” The words “Master” and “slave” simply came out naturally for Greg, but he seized up and wondered if he was going too fast with these two. He didn’t want to frighten them.

“Wow, did you hear, Cel, we can be Greg’s slaves. Are you as anxious to serve Master Greg as I am?”

Celia took a moment as Greg’s cock head had found its way into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue on the sensitive tip and then smacked her lips to release the bobbing erection. “I think I could get used to it, Tiff. He sure has a nice cock.” Celia took the hardness back into her mouth deep throating it and eliciting a groan from Greg.

Still though, Greg did not forget his promise and he brought his hand up to give Tiffany the same kind of blow he would administer to one of the subs at his club. He thwacked the soft bottom six times in quick succession bringing pinkness to the flesh. “Enough?”

“Oh fuck, no, please more.” Tiffany moaned.

Greg reeled off six more slightly harder strokes and not the lush jigging ass under him was reddening nicely. It’s true, at least for this one. She’s a pain slut. Greg knew pretenders didn’t take twelve stroke of the severity he had just given Tiffany.

“Do you want more, slut.” The words just slipped out as they were just what he would say to a tortured bitch at the club.

“Yessss, please and touch me.” Pendik Masöz Escort Tiffany’s voice was a hiss of desire and Greg reached and grabbed her platinum hair. He eased her head back and toward him so he could look at her face and he saw what he expected. Tears were streaming down Tiff’s face from the pain, but she wanted more. She would get what she asked for.

Greg released her hair and slipped his left hand under her to find her pussy. His fingers invaded her cleft easily as she was soaking wet. He ripped off six more harsh stokes with his right hand and as soon as the last one hit he let his thumb swipe across Tiffany’s clit.

The physical reaction was spasmodic and Tiffany Dorsett’s body writhed to a massive orgasm the first she’d ever had which was enhanced by pain, but deep in Tiffany’s mind a door swung open.

This is it. This is what I want. To be a slave serving a Master who brings me to the heights of pleasure and pain. Greg can be my Master and make me toe the line like no one else ever has. No one had brought discipline to Tiffany’s life until now.

Celia’s neck had been stretched to allow her to wrap her lips around Greg’s cock until Tiffany climaxed and then she held her best friend feeling the quivers of pleasure rack her body. “Wow, you came so fast, girl, from a spanking.” Celia was stunned not at Tiffany’s orgasm but by the pain related circumstances of it.

“You really are into this, aren’t you?” Celia asked as he friend finally looked up at her.

“I had no idea it would be like this, Cel, really.” Tiffany paused and looked up at Greg. “Please, sir, give me more of this. Let me be your slave.”

Celia looked unsure as to where this was going, but Greg sensed an opportunity here to make better students of these two hotties.

“And you, Celia, do you want to play too. It has to be both of you because I know you are close.” Greg was counting on Celia’s loyalty to Tiffany.

“Slave? I’m not sure, I mean are you sure, Tiff?”

Tiffany nodded, her tear-stained face looking as certain as Celia had ever seen before. “Please, Cel, please say yes.”

However Celia was still uncertain. “So what do slaves do other than pain? I’m not sure I like pain as much as Tiff seems to.”

Now Greg understood the dynamic between them. Tiffany would be his little blonde pain slut while chestnut Celia would be the hedonist always seeking orgasm. His fun would come in denying her on occasion. “May I show you?”

Celia looked at Tiffany as if for courage.

“Please, let him.” Tiff begged.

“What are you going to do?” Celia asked.

“Bind you and have Tiffany hold you until you beg me to let you climax. I’ll just use my fingers and mouth to make you beg.”

Now Celia smiled. “Will I come?” She was jealous of Tiffany’s earth shattering orgasm and she wanted one of her own.

“It depends on if you’re a good slave, or not.”

“Okay, what do I do?” As soon as Celia conceded Tiffany hugged her.

“Stand up and sit on your desk. Tiffany, you sit in her chair behind her. Now I’m going to use my belt to bind your wrists behind your back and lower you back so you’re resting against Tiffany. She’ll be holding you so you can’t move while I spread you, pull your panties aside, and play with your pussy. You’ll be in great pleasure, but you’ll be dependent on me to give you orgasm. That’s where the begging comes in.” When Celia nodded consent, Greg removed his belt from his pants and wrapped the leather around Celia’s wrists before he buckled it. It was by no means an inescapable restraint, but Greg was counting on Celia being carried away by the new and heady sensation of bondage the feeling of helplessness.

He went to his knees letting her spread legs rest on his broad shoulders for comfort as he pulled aside her pink lace panties to reveal a neatly trimmed chestnut V of pussy hair.

Celia sighed as Greg’s tongue made contact with her slit. It was hard to get high school boys to eat pussy as she well knew so the last time she’d been tongued by anyone other than Tiff was the college mixer in October. She quickly realized Greg had the instincts and knowledge of a woman in finding her secret sensitive places were a women desires oral contact.

Soon Celia was writhing with two of Greg’s fingers inside her as his tongue danced on her engorged clit. How had he got her this close so quickly she wondered? Oh my god, it’s the bondage. The helpless feeling makes it more intense.

Now for the first time since he began Greg spoke. “I don’t hear anything.” He stopped his tongue and withdrew his fingers.

Celia lurched trying to move up, but Tiffany held her fast. She pulled against the leather belt around her wrists, but her best friend was holding the end of that too making it tight.

“Oh no you don’t, Cel. You do as our Master asks.” Tiffany’s voice was serious as she had realized what Greg was doing and how it would motivate her best friend like the spanking had motivated her.

Celia had heard Greg say she needed to beg to come, but it had been abstract to her because she wasn’t so close to the jagged edge of her orgasm. Now with her wrists tightly bound, her torso in Tiffany’s hold and Greg between her wildly pulsing legs playing with her soaked sex it all became reality. Could she beg for orgasm?

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Author’s note:

I wrote this story for Kaye, a friend I met through writing my stories.

She asked me how far I’d be willing to go in punishing a willing woman. What my extreme was in hurting someone.

It wasn’t the easiest question for me, since I’ve never considered myself an outright sadist. I’ve always been more attracted to the control aspect of BDSM.

Hurting a woman is an exciting fantasy for me though, provided she wants to be hurt. Those last five words are crucial.

I wrote what she requested of me, how I would punish someone if she made me furious, which wouldn’t be easy. I don’t anger quickly.

I hope you enjoy my foray into pain play.

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***

Liz’s phone rang, and she shifted the shopping bag in her hand to pick up. Anthony’s voice blasted at her through the speaker.

‘I just picked Jeannie up from the fucking police station! She nearly got run over, Liz! Where are you right now?’

A ball of dread sunk in Liz’s stomach as she said, “At the mall.”

Anthony sucked in a sharp breath and held it for a long, tense moment before he said ‘The mall.’

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

‘No you’re not. Don’t bother coming home, I can’t see you right now. I’ll call you when I’m ready.’

The connection died, and Liz redialed Anthony’s number right away, but he didn’t answer her call. She tried again with the same result. What now? Did she go home anyway? She’d never heard him that angry. Fuck, she’d messed up bad.

And what about Jeannie? How did she even end up on the street? She’d closed the door behind her after Jeannie fell asleep, she should’ve been out for hours. Was it because she’d dropped keys? Maybe the clang woke Jeannie up. Damn it. Why’d she have to go out? What if a car hit her?

Tears sprang in Liz’s eyes just thinking about never seeing that goofy little face again. Whenever she was sad, Jeannie would smile and push her little tongue through the hole where her front teeth would grow soon. That always cheered her up.

Anthony was right to be angry. She wouldn’t go home, not until he called, and she’d take his punishment, no matter what it was.

***

Liz’s hand itched to grab her phone and dial Anthony’s number again, but she fought the urge down. She hadn’t heard from him in three days, and her nerves were shot. Why so long? She’d barely slept, tossing and turning in her old bed at her parents’ place. What was Anthony thinking?

Her phone rang, and Liz snatched it up. Anthony.

“I’m so sorry, Sir!”

‘I don’t want to hear it. Get over here.’

“Yes, Sir.”

The connection died, and Liz pushed her phone against her chest. She could go home, but at what cost? She didn’t have time to think about it, she had to get ready. Freed from her anxious wait, Liz jumped up and hit the shower.

She’d already laid out her outfit. All new clothes, she didn’t have anything to wear besides the stuff she’d bought at the mall. New underwear too, hopefully he’d like it. She took extra care styling her hair and putting on makeup, not too sexy, but still attractive. One last look in the mirror and Liz saw a calmer, more feminine version of herself reflected back at her. She could do this.

***

Liz rang Anthony’s bell and pulled her neckline a little further down. Anything would help right now. Anthony opened the door and looked down at his watch. “How long does it take to get here from your parents’, Liz?”

“Ten minutes, Sir.”

“And how long ago did I call you?”

“An hour, Sir. I’m sorry, I had to get ready.”

“I can tell.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Go scrub your face in the bathroom. Lose your clothes and knot your hair. You have five minutes.”

“Sir?”

“Now.”

Anthony moved to the side so she could pass, and Liz hurried to the bathroom, her shoulders slumped. She didn’t have time for anything but a quick scrub and a simple knot. The confident, sexy Liz vanished from the mirror, replaced by the nervous wreck she’d been for the past three days. She hurried back to Anthony, naked, not even in heels. He stood waiting for Pendik Olgun Escort her at the bottom of the stairs, and she lowered her head as she stood before him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Not a word, Liz. Open your mouth.”

“Sir, can I please –“

“No. Do as you’re told.”

Defeated, Liz opened her mouth and whimpered when Anthony filled it with a large gag that would muffle her cries of pain as it stretched her jaws. Liz closed her eyes as the strap locked behind her head, fighting the sudden shiver of fear at losing her voice, but they flicked open again when she heard mooing.

Anthony had a little plastic cow in his hand, one of Jeannie’s favorite toys. It had a button to make it moo and introduce itself as Bella the cow. Anthony said, “This is your way out, your safe word. Press it, and you give up.”

Liz had never before seen the look in Anthony’s eyes as he said that. Calm yet furious, like he wanted her to fail. Had he ever showed her real angry before this? Maybe he hadn’t, but he was now, and she’d suffer for it. She’d take it though, she cared for Jeannie, and she’d prove it to him. Liz nodded and took the toy from Anthony’s hands.

“Get on your knees.”

Liz sunk to her knees and crawled after Anthony, careful not to set off the toy. Anthony stopped in front of the coffee and grabbed Liz’s knot. He dragged her forward until she was face to face with the implements of her punishment. She knew them all, and they hurt. A thrill of fear coursed through her body as she ran her eyes across Anthony’s selection.

Part of her longed to look up, to plead in whatever way she could to not have to go through this, but Anthony’s grip on her was too strong. “Stay like that.”

First was the collar. Different from the one she loved, this collar was dark and heavy. Anthony locked it around her neck, tight. She had no trouble breathing, but with every breath, the thick leather dug into her skin. Anthony grabbed the back of the collar and pulled Liz closer to him. “Don’t think you’ll get your own collar back soon, Liz. I don’t need a girl I can’t trust.”

Tears stung Liz’s eyes as Anthony’s word sunk in. She wanted her collar, wanted to be Anthony’s girl. At least stop saying Liz. Liz was someone else, she wasn’t a collared slave, safe by Sir’s side.

Liz watched through blurry eyes as Anthony stretched her nipple and slipped a clamp over it. He kept a firm grip on her sensitive nub as he twisted a screw that tightened the miniature press on her pink nipple. She groaned in pain behind her gag when he clamped her other nipple just as hard.

The tears stirred by Anthony’s words rolled freely down her cheeks now. Why? He’d clamped her just as tight before, and she’d taken the pain as he fucked her until she came all over his cock. She could take this and more, but she wasn’t here to fight, she wanted this. For Anthony, for Jeannie, and for herself. She didn’t want to go back to being just Liz.

“Down, Liz.” Anthony pushed Liz forward, and she swallowed as she faced the cold, slick wood of the coffee table. She couldn’t escape Anthony’s hand on her collar, and he guided her down until her tits squashed against it. The cool surface only highlighted the burning pain every breath stirred in her nipples. Still, this was only the start, she needed to breathe.

“That’s your position for tonight, Liz, and you’ll stay there until I tell you otherwise.” Anthony moved around the table, and Liz watched as he pulled a thin chain tight, fastened to a coffee table leg, just out of her reach. He padlocked the loose end to Liz’s collar with a sharp click, no key in sight. A second click, and her head locked into place, she could barely turn it.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. All she could do was suffer and cry or give up. She squeezed the toy in her hand and drew strength from it. Once she got through this, she’d get another chance. He’d forgive her.

A spritz of cold pulled Liz from her thoughts. Tiny droplets of tepid water drizzled down on her, covering her from her back down to her thighs. She startled when Anthony’s heavy flogger Pendik Sarışın Escort slapped against the table next to her. If he hit her now —

The first strike landed square on her shoulders, pushing her chest down and sending sparks of pain through Liz’s tits. “That’s one.”

Anthony didn’t let up, a flurry of blows rained down on Liz’s back with a practiced rhythm. The tails slapped Liz’s skin with the heavy thud of leather, and she grunted as the thin layer of water added a vicious sting to the blows.

Liz’s back burned red hot by the time Anthony sprayed her ass and thighs again. He pushed the handle between Liz’s legs and clicked his tongue when it came out slick with juices. “This isn’t for fun, Liz.” He slapped her pussy hard, and Liz jerked forward, groaning as pain mixed in her body. He spanked her glowing lips again, and the wet slap bounced off the walls. “Is this how you show me you’re sorry?” Another slap punished Liz’s pussy, and Liz moaned around her gag. She couldn’t help it. “If that’s how you want it, fine.”

Liz shook her head hard, desperate to say sorry, but the chains didn’t let her reach Anthony. He wiped her juices on her ass and sprayed her cheeks until they glistened with water. The tails brushed past the curve of Liz’s ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut the moment they disappeared.

Air burst from her nose as the flogger beat one cheek and then the other, back and forth. Liz crept forward on the coffee table, dragging her squashed tits along the surface, but the tight chains kept her from escaping the punishing flogging. An incredible heat built in her ass, setting the embers in her pussy ablaze.

Her tears had stopped flowing, but drool dropped down her chin as she gave in to the unrelenting rain of blows. Until it stopped. Silence fell in the room. One breath. Five. Ten breaths. She hadn’t heard Anthony move. Was he still there, watching her?

Liz screamed in pain and surprise when Anthony slapped her hypersensitive pussy again. The new pain blended with the waves of heat radiating up her spine, making her skin tingle. It hurt. The pain cut through the mess clouding her head, but only for a second.

Anthony strode around the coffee table and crouched in front of Liz. He yanked her head up by her knot and said, “I know you, Liz. I know your body. Don’t expect what’s next to be easy.”

The look in Anthony’s eyes drilled deep into Liz’s core. She couldn’t let her cravings cloud why she was here. Anthony drew his mean rattan cane from under the coffee table and tapped it against his heels as he walked around the low table. She wouldn’t forget now. That cane was pure evil.

“Let’s see how you handle this.” He pressed the slick cane against Liz’s overheated ass, and with a swish he bore down on Liz’s yielding cheeks. Liz screamed behind her gag, desperate to draw air through her nostrils. Her struggling attempt at breathing halted when Anthony slid the cane across her skin and positioned it right where he’d struck her first. Her entire body stilled, focused on the thin length of wood pressed against her burning ass.

One moment it was gone, then pain flashed to life. Tears dropped from Liz’s eyes as her body shocked forward. Her aching nipples just bled into the fire. “Again, Liz.”

One inch down, and pain washed over Liz again. The sharp sting of the first strike followed by the agony of the second, moments later. Another inch. By now the first set of strikes lived its own life, blasting Liz with overwhelming sensation. The pain until deepened and spread, down and down, until she was striped from the top of her ass down to the middle of her thighs.

Liz moaned when Anthony rubbed her pussy, and she pushed back when he spanked her sopping lips. She’d gone past pain and pleasure, her body could no longer distinguish one from the other.

Still she screamed when Anthony drew a fresh stripe on her ass, crossed with the set already painting her cheeks. He doubled it, and Liz burst into sobs. She shook her head when he moved down an inch, struggling to dodge, to escape the pain flooding her Pendik Şişman Escort mind. Yet Anthony didn’t stop. He’d never taken her this far before, this deep. Inch by inch he wrenched Liz for what she had until he’d finished marking her.

Still it wasn’t over. Anthony ripped off his pants and slammed his rock hard into Liz’s soaking slit. She let out a soulful when he grabbed handfuls of her throbbing ass as handles to fuck her. Hard. The solid table shifted every time Anthony’s hips slammed into Liz, powering his thick shaft deep inside of her.

It was too much. Liz’s resistance snapped, and juices squirted down her legs as her body convulsed, blasted with impossible pleasure as she lay chained. Jeannie’s toy fell from her hand, mooing, but it didn’t matter now. She’d done it. She’d lived.

Now all she had to do was survive the most brutal fuck of her life. The room filled with sounds of their bodies colliding, the shuddering of wood on tiles, grunting and groaning until finally Anthony slapped both of his hands on Liz’s ass so hurt they hurt. He growled deep in his throat as he blasted his load deep inside of her, shaking as he leaned on Liz’s cheeks for support.

After the pleasure faded, Anthony got up, dazed, high on adrenaline. He walked around the coffee table, unchained Liz and helped her on her knees. She fumbled with the gag’s clasp and Anthony put his hand on hers. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.”

Liz wrapped her arms around Anthony and cried as he unclasped the gag, and the words she’d longed to say burst from her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

That’s all she had, but she said it again and again, shaking against Anthony’s warm chest. He had his arms around her, such a simple thing, but she’d missed it more than she could say in the past three days. Just his touch cleared her thoughts. The smell of his body made her feel at home. One word doused her worries and fears. Anthony was her master, her Sir. She belonged to him, however he wanted her.

Anthony pushed on Liz’s shoulders, and she struggled to keep him close. “Let go, Liz.” Liz wrapped her arms harder around Anthony’s waist, and said “Please call me girl.”

“No, Liz.”

“Please, Sir.”

“No. I won’t punish you anymore, but you’ve hurt my trust in you, Liz. Jeannie’s everything to me, I can’t lose her. If anything had happened… you wouldn’t be here right now. I don’t want you to say you’re sorry, I don’t want you to be clever and find some magical way to make me forget what happened, all I want is for you to be quiet and to give me time. Can you do that for me, Liz?”

So many words danced on the tip of Liz’s tongue, but she swallowed them all. Her time would come. She nodded.

“You can still say yes or no, Liz.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Anthony pried Liz away from him and led her to the bathroom. She waited for him to judge the water until it was just over tepid. He signed for her to step into the shower, and Liz sighed as the water cooled her glowing skin.

Anthony didn’t wash her like he had after other intense sessions, nor did he take the bruise cream from the bathroom cupboard. He left her to herself in the shower, alone to watch the door close behind him. Liz slumped under the hot spray and sighed. The hard part was still ahead of her. She’d get through it though.

Liz left the shower when the water turned cold and gingerly dried herself. Anthony had left black sweatpants and a long sleeved black turtleneck for her to wear. Functional panties and a plain bra finished the outfit. She couldn’t imagine anything further from what she usually wore for him. Still she put it on, she’d be patient.

Liz slipped into the living room, where Anthony sat sipping a drink and watching some TV, and she joined him on the couch. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to, but she still put her head on his lap. For a tense second, Liz feared he’d push her away, but he didn’t. Instead he put his warm hand on her hair and left it there.

A tear ran down Liz’s cheek as she curled up. She’d be bruised to hell tomorrow, but she’d wake up to a much better day nonetheless.

_______________________

I hope you enjoyed this short. If you did, leave me a rating, always much appreciated. Even more appreciated would be the opinion of someone more experienced in pain play. That would be great.

In either case, rating or comment, you’re the best.

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I knew that Wendy was a strong willed, ambitious woman when we met. She had been active in a left wing feminist group at University and had landed a good job with prospects after leaving. In contrast I am not a high achiever and dropped out of Uni after a couple of years. Since then I have had a number of low paid jobs and am presently unemployed. To be honest I am rather lazy and cannot understand what Wendy sees in me. I am happy for her to take most of the important decisions in our lives. Just lately she has suggested that I make a few changes to my appearance indicating that it might help our sexual relationship.

We met at a party and it was Wendy who picked me up. Wendy rarely wears skirts and on this occasion had on a smart, well cut jacket and trousers. She is tall and I remember staring at the level of her cleavage as I am a good six inches smaller than her.

I had been persuaded to wear a kilt to the party. Knowing I am Scottish some of my mates had dared me to wear it saying that women find them sexy. I had been on my own for some months and hoped I might find myself a girlfriend. As the night went on I realised it was hopeless as my shyness prevented me from talking to the women who were there. As usual most already seemed to be taken anyway. Wendy was on her own but seemed way out of my league. We made eye contact across the room and she smiled and appeared to be sizing me up. She strolled over and kissed me on the lips as if we knew each other.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty boy?” She said “I want to know if what they say about Scots men and kilts is true.”

She came back with a large glass of red wine (I had asked for a small one).

“Well, what about it?” she asked grinning “Let’s go somewhere private and you can show me”

Having had a few drinks I was emboldened enough to say;

“How about if I show you mine you’ll show me yours?”

Wendy was amused but just said; “We’ll see.”

Behind the locked bathroom door I hiked up my kilt to reveal an old fashioned pair of pale blue Y fronts.

“Oh dear.” Wendy said “They will never do.”

I still had both hands holding my kilt up and she quickly grasped the offending pants and pulled them off. I meekly lifted up each leg as she took them off me completely.

I let the kilt fall to hide my penis which had begun to stand to attention.

“Now you are a proper Scotsman” she said smiling broadly. “Just stay where you are, you can watch me have a pee.”

Without any trace of embarrassment Wendy pulled down her slacks and panties and sat on the toilet. A huge flood of urine poured out of her as she sat with her legs open showing off her nicely trimmed pussy. I was entranced and more than a little aroused by her forward behaviour.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me. I want you to lick me please. You can wipe off the piss drips first if you like.”

I knelt before her as instructed and paid homage to that wonderful part of her anatomy. This was a new experience for me but I loved the feeling of subservience to such a beautiful woman. My tongue explored inside the folds of her cunt and her clitoris became engorged with blood and rose up from it’s hiding place.

“I hope you like my clittie Simon dear. It’s quite big isn’t it? I’d love it if you gave it a suck. Not too roughly. Be gentle with it like a good boy. That’s it. Lovely.”

I was able to get quite a lot of her clitoris in my mouth and gently sucked on it. Wendy was moaning with pleasure so I carried on until she orgasmed.

We went back into the party, drank some more and kissed and cuddled on a sofa until the party ended. Wendy insisted on throwing my underpants in the dustbin. She took pleasure in letting other guests catch glimpses of my bare backside as we danced. It embarrassed me but the alcohol helped me cope. I was so happy to be with Wendy and was hoping she would want to see me again. I was not to get a chance to bring myself off with her that night although I masturbated back at my flat to the memory of what had happened. I remembered the part of the night when the others were laughing at my bare bottom and it was a turn on. She had taken my mobile number and said she would ring soon.

She rang me a week later. Apparently she had a live in boyfriend but they had argued a lot and she had just thrown him out. She told me she was looking for a man who would be easier to get along with; someone fairly undemanding. We went out on a few dates and soon afterwards I moved in to her apartment. After the intimacy of our first meeting I expected frequent sexual intercourse but three months had passed Kurtköy Yabancı Escort and although we were sleeping in the same bed I had yet to achieve penetration of that delectable cunt of hers. I was happy being with Wendy. She was good fun, with a wicked sense of humour and I enjoyed the envious looks of other men when we were out together, so, not wanting to rock the boat, I didn’t push it.

As for sex, there was plenty of the kind from our first meeting. Wendy worked long hours and would come home exhausted. I had a part time job and would usually make the evening meal. She loved it that I didn’t mind doing household chores. She bought me a frilly apron with flowers on it and said I must be wearing it when she came home. Some days, as soon as she arrived at home she would strip off her power suit, sit on the sofa by the fire and point to the ground in front of her. This was my signal to kneel there and begin cunnilingus. I loved to reach for her wispy panties and pull them slowly down her legs, carefully folding them before putting my mouth to her cunt.

She would talk lovingly to me as I sucked and licked her, stroking my hair which I had begun to grow long as she liked it that way.

One day whilst I was on my knees she said;

“Suck that clittie, there’s a good boy. I get so excited seeing you in that pretty apron darling. It gets me all wet. I’ve noticed how you treat my panties dear. You like them don’t you?” I nodded as I sucked. “I want you to wear ladies panties yourself from now on darling. You’d like to do that wouldn’t you? Stop for a second and answer me.”

“Yes, I would, if it makes you happy my dear.”

My answer seemed to excite her even more and she roughly pulled my face back to her pussy, holding it there tightly until her orgasm came.

She threw out all my underpants and we went together to buy my panties. She made me blush telling the shop assistant that they were for me. She would turn up the heating and make me strip off down to my panties and apron in the house. In contrast she would wear men’s pyjamas.

It was around this time that I lost my flat. I had neglected to pay rent, gas and electricity bills. Wendy seemed pleased. Thinking back now I think she wanted to be more in control. One night as I was ironing one of the white shirts she liked to wear for work she said;

“Darling, I’ve been talking to mum about you. I told her that you like to wear ladies panties. You don’t mind do you?”

I blushed bright red, but my cock stood up. I was just wearing a thin pair of panties as I had taken off the apron whilst ironing as I had got very hot. Wendy spotted my erection.

“I think I have my reply. Your little pecker has answered for you. You get all worked up if something happens that embarrasses you don’t you? I think I’ll ask her to come over so you can see the look on her face yourself. She laughed when I told her but I could tell that it excites her like it excites me.”

“Yes, you like me to excite you and bring you off but you never do the same for me. Bring me off I mean.” I answered petulantly.

“I wondered how long it would take you to bring that up. I do like to get you all excited though don’t I? I expect you jerk off when I’m out at work don’t you? My mum thinks you would enjoy a spanking. Do you ever jerk off thinking about me smacking you on your little botty?”

Again I flushed crimson. I did fantasise about such things. After a long silence I nodded my head dumbly.

“Mmmm… I think I can help you there. You had better be on your best behaviour from now on. And do all the chores without complaint. As for fucking, we will have to see. To be honest I hadn’t thought of you in that way. I don’t suppose you’ve jerked off imagining me with other men have you?”

Once again she was spot on. I hung my head with embarrassment but my penis had leapt to attention once again.

A week after this discussion Wendy’s mum Mabel came to stay for the weekend.

She is in her late fifties and divorced. What my mum used to call mutton dressed as lamb but still okay looking. She fixed me with a stern look and from the minute she arrived she ordered me around as if I was a servant. I found her short skirt and low neckline quite distracting.

“Have you got your panties on today Simon?” she said with a smirk shortly after she arrived. “If so I’d like to see them.”

Wendy grinned and asked me to drop my trousers.

I’d been expecting this and had put on a dark blue pair with frilly edges. I was hoping she might not notice my erection. Mabel was keen to inspect them closely Kurtköy Yeni Escort so my arousal was obvious to her.

“He’s quite excitable isn’t he Wendy?” When she reached over to touch my penis I stepped back with a jerk.

“It’s okay Simon. She won’t hurt you.” Wendy said. She was enjoying my embarrassment.

“Well you might get a spanking off me if you don’t behave.” Mabel said. “I just wanted to check your cock out for size.” I felt like repeating what my mum used to tell me — (“You don’t look with your hands.”) but stood patiently whilst Mabel stroked it through the panties then pulled the panties down.

“You were right about the size Wendy, it’s a bit like a chipolata sausage. Still, a cock’s a cock when all’s said and done. Thanks for letting me have a peak.” Mabel addressed this to Wendy as if it was not up to me.” I don’t see much cock these days. I’ll be happy to help with his training.”

“You can pull your panties back up again darling. Don’t mind my mum. I think she’s taken quite a shine to you.” I did so; then hid my panties inside my trousers.

Whilst Mabel seemed to ignore me for most of the rest of the evening she was careless about showing herself and I caught glimpses of her knickers from time to time. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts came into view whenever she bent forwards. She drank a fair bit of wine so that as time went on the glimpses of the intimate parts of her body became more frequent. Wendy had forbidden any “self abuse” for the last two weeks promising something special this weekend. I tried not to look but found I could not resist. Wendy could tell it was making me horny and was more flirtatious than usual. Mabel kissed me hard on the lips as she went to bed, grabbing my willy playfully for a second.

In bed Wendy gave me a big kiss and pushed my head down for the oral servicing she often enjoyed. As we lay together after her orgasm Wendy reached down for my cock and whispered;

“I have to slip into work tomorrow morning. You will be kind to my mum whilst I’m away won’t you darling?” She was pulling on my cock as she said this and within seconds my orgasm came, spurting semen all over her hand and body.

“It didn’t take much to make you come sweetie pie. I said this weekend would be special. Now lick it all up for me.” I did so willingly. “Isn’t come tasty darling? I want you to eat it for me every time you jerk off. Will you do that for me, my pretty? You’ve tasted it before haven’t you?”

I had found the taste rather bland but there was something subservient about eating come which appealed to me.

“Never tasted it before. I will if you want me to. But I’d much rather lick it off your body like I did just now.”

“Maybe you will dear. Now do you think you could start wearing a nighty in bed from now on? I’d love it if you would. Just think how excited it would get both of us.”

How could I refuse such a tempting offer.

Wendy left the house early. I got up shortly after her. I was a little scared of Mabel without her daughter around so I busied myself with my chores to take my mind off her. She was having a lie in. At about 9.30am she came down in one of Wendy’s dressing gowns looking a little hung over.

“Get me a couple of paracetamols like a good little sissy. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I fetched them with a glass of water and after gulping them down she looked me in the eyes accusingly.

“I saw you ogling my legs and cleavage last night you dirty little pervert. You’ve been a naughty boy haven’t you? I bet you saw right up my skirt to my panties didn’t you?”

I nodded, dreading what was to come, but also strangely excited.

“Bend over the kitchen table whilst I go and get the paddle. You’d better strip off completely first.”

I took off all my clothes and bent over the table. Mabel took her time, knowing that keeping me waiting was guaranteed to rack up the tension. I felt a strange tingling in my rear end. It was one of my sexual fantasies about to come true.

“I told Wendy that sissies like to be disciplined. You want me to do this don’t you?”

“Yes, please ma’am. I’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished. Please give me a good spanking.”

She laid into me with the rubber paddle giving me about twenty strikes on my bare bottom. I pleaded for her to stop after the first ten and soon after that began to sob. Tears were pouring down my cheeks but I sincerely thanked her at the end.

She became more friendly then and we kissed and hugged for a couple of minutes.

“I think I’ve Kurtköy Masaj Salonu got something for you that we both might enjoy.” Mabel said, spying my growing erection. “You know Wendy’s had a number of lesbian affairs don’t you?”

I was taken aback by this but Mabel had left the room before I had time to reply.

“Spanking you has made me randy.” She said on her return. “Look what I’m wearing. It’s what Wendy uses on her girlfriends.”

Mabel removed the dressing gown. She was naked underneath apart from a strap on penis. The contraption was designed so that her cunt was stimulated by the movement of the rubber cock.

“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees Sissy Simon. I want to fuck you up your sissy pussy. Don’t worry I’ve brought KY jelly to help my cock go in. I bet you’ve always secretly wanted to get a good fucking.”

“The cock was of average size and, showing patience and restraint, Mabel finally, after several tries, pushed the rubber todger in all the way up to the balls. She quickly established a nice rhythm reaching round to pull on my willy. She clearly enjoyed this kind of fucking judging by her noisy orgasms and after the first few thrusts I was getting into it as well. It was so strange to be the one being fucked but, with so many things happening to me that were equally strange, I was enjoying it wholeheartedly. I shot my load on the carpet having held on without coming for a number of minutes. Afterwards Mabel became quite tender towards me. She kissed me warmly on the lips and thanked me for her “first proper fuck for a long time”.

Wendy was not told about our intimacy on her return home but clearly sensed that something had happened. After I had made and served lunch she suggested that I might like to “get comfortable” and strip down to my girly apron and panties.

Mabel said she had an idea.

“Simon might like to wear a pair of my used ones. How about it, Simon?”

I looked across at Wendy who smiled and nodded. Mabel hiked up her skirt and quickly removed the yellow pair she had on, holding them close to my nose for me to take a sniff. I self consciously drew in a deep breath through my nose.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Simon? I bet you two have been up to stuff whilst I was out haven’t you?” Wendy said.

I blushed and Mabel just promised to tell her later. I stripped off in front of them and put on the apron and panties. Wendy and Mabel sat and chatted amiably whilst I tidied up around them, bringing them cups of tea, washing up the lunchtime things and generally looking after them.

“You toddle off and make the dinner. There’s something I want to talk to mum about.” Wendy said after a time.

As I prepared the vegetables and peeled the potatoes I could hear them whispering in the living room. I dare not eavesdrop as my bottom was smarting after the spanking earlier and I was not in the mood for any more. There was a great deal of laughter, so I knew it was me they were discussing.

Some half an hour later I was summoned through.

Wendy stood up as I came in looking strong and authoritative. She was still in the power suit she wore for the office.

“You like feminine things don’t you Simon?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“I’m very pleased with your training so far but want to take things a step further. From now on I want you to dress as a woman all the time. You will have to give up your job at the DIY store but there may be girly jobs you could do. Only part time of course, I need you at home to carry out you wifely duties.”

“Wifely duties?” I said, not understanding.

“Yes. Mum says you are becoming a good sissy. I want you to be my little wifey at home. There will be other changes to come but I think you will adapt quite well judging from our chat the other day and what mum has just told me. Well darling? What do you think?”

This didn’t seem such a huge change and although I was fearful I knew deep down it was what I wanted. For some reason I became a bit tearful and Wendy gave me a big hug and so did Mabel making me cry more; was it out of gratitude?

“You’ve settled in well here and it isn’t as if you have anywhere else to go, have you?” Wendy said smiling, taking my silence as consent.

Later after dinner Wendy put a very tastefully filmed porno movie on the DVD involving power games between three lesbians. I was soon put to work with my head between, first Wendy’s legs and then Mabel’s legs. I was happy to service them and was turned on by the idea of mother and daughter being so raunchy and free in front of each other. We stayed in the house together on Sunday, me trying on their clothes, until Mabel had to return home. As we were saying goodbye at the door Mabel dropped her knickers, stepped out of them and pointed to the floor. I knelt and got my head under her skirt licking her pussy a second time as she stood above me. What a weekend!

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The long and flimsy white curtains bluster in the breeze of the huge open windows, and the moonlight plays with their shadows on the floor. My eyes adjust to the darkness, but I can already feel Her. My Queen is in the room, in Her bed. My heart races.

She lies there naked, Her arms stretched out and one leg slightly bent. I can almost hear Her smile, for She knows I am staring at Her form. She knows I am growing hard, despite fighting the urge to fall to my knees.

I am naked as well, except for two currently unattached ankle shackles. I am throbbing, and my breath quickens and shortens when I hear Her song of a voice. It lilts, because it’s playing with me.

“My pet has needs…”

I look down at the floor. “Yes, my Queen.”

“Has My pet completed all of his tasks for the day?”

“I have, my Queen.”

I hear Her rise up on Her elbows to look at me.

Strangely, I can’t lift my face to gaze at Her yet. Her voice still has that sound to it, that playfulness that sends me over the edge, but there’s a touch of concern too. I imagine Her brow is furrowed just a bit. “You need to profess something to me?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Please, tell me.”

“My Queen….I don’t know what to say.”

There is a bit of admonishment. “My pet is sure of himself, and I know My pet will maintain his station.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” I meet Her eyes in what I feel is too bold, but I want to be strong for my Queen, and She deserves to see my eyes. “My Queen, my urge is strong. I want so badly, so very badly, to be inside you.”

“Mmmmm,” She emotes, and I get slightly dizzy. “You want to be in that deep dark place with me, do you?”

“Yes. I want that communion with you. And…” I pause. “I want to bring my Queen pleasure.”

“That last urge is strong in you.”

“It is, my Queen. I am for you.”

Then, my heart almost literally drops to the floor as my Queen brings Her ankles up and Her knees to the side, unfolding paradise before me. She is glistening in the moonlight, and Her scent makes its way to my nostrils. There is no world outside this room; there is no need for anything else. “Come to me, my brave pet. Let me wrap my legs around you as you drive into the deepest parts of me.”

My cock pounds my pulse as it drips for Her; I walk to the edge of the bed. I crawl a little toward Her and taste Her nectar with my lips and tongue as I move up Her perfect body. Her back arches at that contact, and Her breasts now high, are there to feed me.

I feel the tip of my cock suddenly warm and wet. I close my eyes, even though they could take in the beauty below me, but I want to feel everything as I enter Her. Slowly, inch by inch, She takes me in. She is hot and tight and enclosing. Soon, I am fully inside Her and I can almost explode from the joy in my heart. A tear drops from my eye onto Her left breast.

That breaks the spell I’m under. I bend down to lick it from Her, and swallow Her nipple with sudden abandon. I begin to move inside Her, out and in, with ever increasing speed and tenacity.

My Kurtköy Ukraynalı Escort Queen’s legs wrap around me and Her arms are on my shoulders and arms, my back. If love could spontaneously cause orgasms my Queen would have instantly died a thousand times over from rapture.

I feel Her insides, and I am home. The breadth and depth of my contentment in the midst of mounting passion is a paradox, but my mind isn’t in the mood to contemplate. I only want to do two things: make my Queen cry out in ecstasy, and leave part of me forever inside Her.

My Queen rakes my back with Her nails, and I pound my cock into Her all the harder. She leans up and sucks my nipples HARD, bites them and I go insane. She wants all of me, even and maybe especially in this, and I want nothing more than to give it to you.

I can feel my scrotum shrink and my cock grow inside Her. My Queen is bucking hard against me, and I can tell She’s close.

She’s whispers between coos and moans. “Cum inside me, my pet. I want to feel it.”

I look down on Her, gritting my teeth. My body shakes and convulses as I slam into Her, my cock so deep inside Her and Her clit receiving the rhythmical attention. Five more thrusts….

Four more, She heaves Her breasts against my chest.

Three more, She wraps Her arms around my back. Two more, She digs Her ankles into my ass, pushing me deeper.

One more, I scream.

I erupt inside Her; I empty myself in convulsion after convulsion, spilling into Her. She does feel me, for the repeated jets inside Her send Her over the edge. She grips all of me and moans over and over again. She cries out and Her body is out of control. I stay there, hopefully an anchor as She rides it out, even as I send more of myself into Her.

I look down on Her absolute beauty as She rides the wave, and I stay as still as I can, as strong as I can.

She rides the wave, and it carries Her past the crest. I finally collapse on top of Her and move a bit to the side. I close my eyes, still buried deep inside Her, and hear Her sighs and coos and feel Her fingers in my hair. Heaven has nothing on where I am this moment.

Our sweat mingles as our hearts beat together. Our souls entwine as our bodies do.

We remain like that for some time, of which means nothing to me. Days could pass and I wouldn’t care. My Queen shifts a bit and laughs softly. “Oh my, my pet is strong tonight.”

I am still hard inside Her and laugh in spite of myself. “I guess I am, my Queen.”

“Hmmm. Perhaps you have further needs?”

There’s a quiet, because I am again afraid to speak. How do I tell Her without being out of place? What is proper? Despite my reluctance I am sure in the fact that my Queen will tell me and I will learn. Learning to be better in Her eyes is a continual process and one I always look forward to.

My face is in the nape of Her neck, smelling Her sweet sweat, my nose pressed up against Her damp skin in an almost primal, desperate fashion. My cock twitches, She notices. My desire for my Queen Kurtköy Üniversiteli Escort and my yearning to please Her waned for only a moment after climax, but my passion has reignited. I only manage two words. “Deeper. Darker.”

My eyes open and look down Her body. Her chest is still rising and falling quicker than usual, and Her nipples are taut in the cool night air. Her left hand moves up and down Her body, Her fingers tracing Her belly button, the narrow strip of hair leading down to ecstasy.

Time is having its way with me still, for it seems that the words that come out of Her mouth make it up to the ceiling and back to my ears more quickly than the four close inches between Her lips and my ear. “Yes. I will grant you. You need it, I want it.”

I prop myself up on my left elbow, close to Her beautiful face, ready to shower it with kisses of love and gratitude. There’s a gleam there though, and a small upturn to the edges of Her lips. “But,” She says, “you must clean up your mess first.”

My eyes widen, first with a little surprise and then a strange happiness. I slide down Her body, and my cock slips out of Her with a wondrous gushy sound. I trail kisses down Her belly, past Her mound, until I behold what I sometimes refer to as the Royal Pussy. I smile, like an innocent child on Christmas morning.

I see Her stickiness and my mouth salivates. I think She pushes out a little, for then I see my cum ooze out of Her.

With long, slow licks, I clean the Royal Pussy. I take our mingled juices gladly into my mouth and swallow them. I revel in the blend of pungence and salt, of sweetness and blandness. I thrust my tongue as far inside as I can, coaxing as much out as I can. I lick Her lips, Her clit, and Her appreciative moans are like distant wind chimes.

My tongue pierces Her anus, that gorgeous puckered hole that drives me into fever. I slather it, wanting to slick it up. I push my tongue in as far as I can, ignoring the welling in my chest.

“I’m ready,” I hear and sit up. I watch my Queen turn over on Her stomach, placing a pillow underneath Her. She’s flat on the bed otherwise, legs splayed and Her arms above Her head. Her eyes are closed, and suddenly She looks asleep. Perhaps Her contentment matches my own.

I move between Her legs and drive my purple cock into the Royal Pussy. It’s so slick, and I coat myself with Her juices. Then, I brace myself over Her with my left hand as my right takes hold of my cock and places it at the opening to Her deepest, darkest place.

I ease the head of my cock in, and instantly have to fight the urge to plunge into Her. I let my Queen feel just a little of me, allow Her to get used to such an invasion.

Then a little more, just an inch, and my willpower is being sorely tested. I wait, until I hear a barely audible expression of air. I push further into Her, a few more inches.

Her breathing is deep but even. I take a moment to look down upon Her, Her strong pale back, Her exposed neck and Her golden trusses. Slowly, I push the rest of Kurtköy Vip Escort my cock into Her, pushing as far as I can go. My right hand braces me on the other side of Her body, and we’re only connected by my cock in Her precious ass.

I wait, though it is bliss. I am inside the deepest, darkest part of my Queen. It is the most decadent, dirty, and wonderful feeling in the world.

She whispers, “Now, my pet.”

I pull out slowly and then press back in. I hear a throaty, “oh” from my Queen and that spurs me on. I begin to withdraw and thrust into Her with a slow but deliberate pace, trying very hard to ignore the blessed pressure on my cock. I try to set aside the profundity of the occasion and give in to my base instincts.

My arms are tiring slightly, but I move for other reasons. I move down to my elbows, and my arms go under my Queens body, crisscrossing. My right hand grabs and squeezes my Queen’s left breast and my left does the same to Her right. We are now body to body, my chest to Her back, my pelvis to Her ass. The only movement is my tilting faster and faster into Her and my hands gripping Her breasts in time.

Her moans increase, my passion builds. Her hands claw at the sheets; I kiss and lick Her shoulder, Her neck, my nose deep within Her matted hair. Her legs below the knees move over and back through mine, wrapping further around me.

Here we are, so completely joined, and my willpower is fading. I need to empty myself into Her, I need that so very badly. I pierce Her over and over again, grunting into Her skin and She gasps back at me.

Finally, Her right hand comes up and Her fingers clutch my hair. She screams and I squeeze and thrust. Over and over again, in time, I don’t slow or stop.

My cock drives into the most sacred part of my Queen, and She is riding wave after wave of orgasm. The heat coming from Her body is almost too hot too touch, but my skin is connected to hers so much and I don’t mind being burnt by Her.

She hits another peak, a particularly frantic one, and I lose control. With one final body thrust I erupt inside Her. I grip Her breasts tightly to hold onto Her as well as reality. I am spilling into my Queen, into the deepest and darkest parts of Her, and I will forever be inside Her. That singular thought brings a smile to my tense and fevered face. Over and over again, my involuntary spurts coat Her insides as mini-shockwaves continue to pound Her. My arms are shaky and I’m certain my elbows have created permanent divots in the mattress.

I’m breathing heavily across Her right shoulder blade, my cock twitching inside Her gorgeous ass. She feels each twitch with over-heightened sensations and Her breath reacts accordingly.

I never want to move. I want to stay like this forever.

Making sure my weight isn’t a burden on Her, I stay there as my cock finally shrinks inside Her. Her moans become sighs and eventually pleasant lyrical humming. My eyelids are heavy, though I am still Her pet and thus still at Her beck and call.

“My wonderful, wonderful pet….”

“Thank you, my Queen.”

“I think it is I who should thank you.”

My smile touches Her back. Our now matched breathing begins to slow.

Finally, She tells me. “Get cleaned up, and then draw me a bath. I wish to be pampered.”

“As you wish, my Queen,” I say with ultimate happiness in my heart.

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“These barbarians?” the aide asked. “Are you certain, Chief? Why not just let them destroy their environment and die off?”

Jon O’Connor drew himself up to his full height. “Because forty years ago, some of them saved me.”

“Oh. It’s that planet. But are you going to try and save them all?”

“Just the ones that are decent.”

The aide nodded. “Shall we release the gas, then?”

Jon smiled. “Right now.”

The billions of nanoships swarmed through the gateway and distributed themselves evenly throughout Earth’s atmosphere. That took 15 seconds. Then the outer coating on the ships dissolved, and the chemicals inside were released. 10 seconds after that, all of humankind was in a chemically induced state of unconsciousness.

Then the large ships poured through the gateway. They contained humanoids, like Jon, who had long ago evolved past war and tribalism and Abrahamic religion and all the other negative things about human society on Earth. On the surface, they looked like us, which is why Jon had initially been able to pass for human forty years before, when he had fallen through a gateway between his world and ours.

Jon and his people were also telepathic, as he had dramatically shown in a human courtroom to prove his innocence of a crime he had been accused of back then. Now they quickly scanned the brains of every human, taking the ones who were peaceful and kind and caring with them on board the large ships. The ones whose character resembled Thomas and his family, who had assisted and ultimately rescued Jon those many years ago.

Before returning with the decent humans back to his home, Jon made one stop more. He descended to a small town and stopped outside an isolated farmhouse, where an old man was just coming back awake as the effect of the chemicals dissolved into the atmosphere wore off.

“Anderson, remember me? Jon O’Connor?”

“It’s been a really long time, Jon.”

“Forty years. Anyway, before I leave again, I came to issue a personal apology. Forty years ago, I thought you were evil. Now that I’m grown up, I realize that you just had a lot of psychological pain at the time. You targeted me with your hurts and resentments, but you weren’t actually evil in the same way that people use the word. I’d actually take you with us, but you’re dying now.”

“Yep, got two weeks or so left. Thanks for the apology, Jon.”

Jon returned to his ship, and the fleet passed back through the gateway and sealed it behind them. He had specifically chosen who he wanted to have as his personal human pets, and they were in his cabin. The humans taken on board all the ships had been given a second dose of sedative. They would be waking up soon.

***

Laura awoke slowly. She was transgender, and had sworn off men for life. Luckily, she’d found an understanding woman in Gina, who had taken Laura into her home (and bed). Kurtköy Sınırsız Escort Laura was a pretty, slender brunette, about 5-foot-8, with decent-size (between a B and a C cup) breasts. At age 33, she was a year younger than her red-haired girlfriend. Gina was two inches shorter than Laura, had a thick frame, D-cups, and a nice round ass. She wasn’t obese, but she was pleasingly plump.

Gina stirred to life as she felt the movements of her girlfriend. Both women snuggled closer to each other and shared a gentle, good-morning kiss.

Something was wrong. They couldn’t quite place it at first. Then as their brains fully turned on, they realized what it was — this wasn’t Gina’s house! It was her bed, but the room looked unfamiliar.

“Good morning, ladies.”

Laura and Gina looked up.

“My name is Jon O’Connor. You two seemed to suffer severe persecution on that barbaric planet of yours. I’m taking you to mine. I am the ruler there and have decided to make you my personal house guests. You’ll like it — we don’t have hatred or bigotry or sexism or war there. Well, I must return now to my duties as Chief. The bathroom is through the door there and food is in the cabinet to the right. Carry on. I will be back when I can.”

“How long before we arrive?”

“About eight hours.”

“You didn’t bring along any of our clothes?”

“We don’t use clothes on my planet. The only reason I’m wearing any is because I had to make a personal visit to someone on yours before we left.”

Jon walked out of the room. Laura and Gina proceeded with their morning routines, consumed some of the food and returned to the bed, where they spent most of the eight hours cuddled against each other and nervously hoping they would like their new environs.

Jon and several of the ship’s crew — a mixed crew, with about a 50/50 split between males and females — returned, naked, once the ship had landed. They moved the bed onto a wheeled platform and pulled it about two miles from the landing site, to the village where Jon resided.

Jon’s house wasn’t any larger than any of the other houses. “No special privileges for being the Chief,” he explained. “Our society treats everyone equally. I pulled just as hard on my rope as my crew did on theirs to move the bed. We all get a sufficient amount of food and water, mostly vegetables and fruits and grains, and there’s no such thing as money. If one person or group of people get more of things than others, it leads to resentment, which leads to hatred, which leads to war. We have about 30,000 of these villages scattered across the planet. We live in harmony with the environment. Our meat comes from a source that kills zero animals. Our power comes from 100% renewable sources — solar and deep-earth using the planet’s natural magnetic fields. We communicate telepathically with each other, but Kurtköy Suriyeli Escort will communicate with your people by speaking.”

Laura and Gina were installed in a large, comfortable room, with an attached restroom and a door leading to the kitchen/living room. Jon certainly seemed nice enough, and the others had given no indication of hostility.

“Time for me to do my duties as Chief,” Jon grinned. “You two enjoy yourselves.”

He headed out, and with nothing coming to mind as a better idea, Laura and Gina decided to enjoy themselves. After a quick stop in the washroom, they climbed onto the bed, naked and free and happy, and held each other for a moment before their lips met for a gentle kiss.

Laura initiated a second kiss, and this time they twined tongues. Laura pulled Gina in tight and caressed her girlfriend’s nicely rounded ass.

“Mmmmmm. You have lovely hands.”

Laura smiled and moved her lips to Gina’s neck. She gently nibbled on the sensitive flesh, then teased it with the tip of her tongue. Gina let out soft sounds of pleasure and kissed Laura’s neck in return.

Laura nudged Gina over onto her back, then slowly began kissing her way through Gina’s cleavage. Gina’s arms softly secured Laura against her. Laura kissed at the base of her girlfriend’s large breasts, then traced a helix with her tongue up to the nipple. She repeated the process with the other breast.

“You know exactly how to heat me up, sweetie.”

Laura’s mouth locked onto one of Gina’s nipples, and she suckled softly. Gina shivered and instinctively spread her legs. Laura’s hand found its way to Gina’s thigh, and Laura’s gentle touch made Gina moan more intensely.

Laura’s hand proceeded towards Gina’s slit. When her fingertips lightly brushed Gina’s lower lips, Gina gasped. Laura teased her partner for a long moment, then moved a fingertip to Gina’s clit and very delicately circled it. Gina’s body quivered and her pussy spasmed.

Laura quickly kissed her way downwards, positioning herself between her lover’s legs. Her tongue lapped up Gina’s leaking juices before sliding between Gina’s folds. Laura swirled her tongue in circles and teased Gina’s clit until she was rewarded with a gusher of Gina’s honey. Laura gulped as much as she could down, then popped up and licked her lips.

“My turn to pleasure you,” Gina grinned. She positioned Laura on her back, then kissed her way to Laura’s firm chest. Laura liked more aggressive stimulation than Gina, so Gina pinched and rolled one of Laura’s nipples between her fingers while suckling hard and biting on the other one.

“You do that so well,” Laura moaned.

Gina smiled and kissed her way down Laura’s washboard-flat stomach. Laura shivered as she realized where her lover was heading. Gina caressed Laura’s thighs and “accidentally” brushed against her balls a Kurtköy İranlı Escort few times. Laura’s cock quickly reached its full hardness.

“Ooooh, is this for me?” Gina husked, wrapping her hand around Laura’s six-inch shaft, which was as big around as a quarter.

“You know all of me is yours to play with,” Laura panted. “I surrendered myself to you, body, mind and soul, two years ago. Best decision I ever made.”

“I love you too, honey, and think you’re wonderful in every respect,” Gina whispered. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip of Laura’s rod and slowly teased it with her tongue. Laura’s appreciative moans sent a thrill through Gina.

Gina slid her mouth downwards a bit more, taking in the entire head of Laura’s pole. Swirling her tongue around the bulb, she made her partner’s hips buck spontaneously. Gina slid a hand to Laura’s balls and began gently stimulating them as well.

Laura’s body shuddered. Gina slid her mouth down all the way, sealing her lips around the base of Laura’s shaft, and ran her tongue up and down along the sensitive flesh. Laura trembled as darts of pleasure zipped all through her body. She was breathing in gasps interspersed with moans.

Gina popped her mouth off Laura’s quivering rod. “You know what I want.”

“Climb on,” Laura purred.

Gina lifted her body upwards, then lowered her box onto Laura’s cock. She slid up and down slowly a few times, establishing a rhythm, before starting to actively bounce on Laura’s pole. Laura moved her hips to match Gina’s rhythm.

Gina leaned forwards, her large breasts virtually pressed against Laura’s face. Laura caught a nipple between her lips and suckled. Gina shuddered and began actively squeezing Laura’s cock with her internal muscles on every downstroke.

Laura thrust upwards into her lover, letting her know her efforts were appreciated. Gina sped up her bouncing and began tightening her pussy muscles around Laura’s cock. Both women gasped and quivered. Gina’s body suddenly tensed and she clamped her box around Laura’s rod as she violently climaxed.

Laura was on the point of orgasm herself. Gina slipped off her and took Laura’s throbbing rod in her mouth. A few licks along the shaft and a little bit of gentle ball rubbing were enough to make Laura spurt. Gina swallowed every drop, then flopped onto the bed, spent. Laura lay next to her girlfriend as they slowly regained their energy.

Jon walked into the room, along with a new person. “This is Christie, our medical specialist.”

Laura and Gina summoned the energy to smile at Christie and introduce themselves.

“Here is a supply of hormones for you, Laura.” Christie placed a box on the end table. “Also, let me know if you want me to give you a vagina instead of a penis.”

“Thanks,” Laura replied. “I’ll think about it. Wise person on my former planet say never make life changing decision without thinking at least 24 hours.”

Jon laughed. “Take as long as you need.”

Gina wrapped Laura in her arms. “Time to rest, sweetie. I think we’ll really like it here.”

Laura smiled. “I agree.” She placed her head on her lover’s ample chest and closed her eyes…

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