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Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt. 06

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At the Dom Ball

I was seated across from Twylla, alone in the back of the stretch limo. She had replaced her customary neck-to-ankle tight black leather with a fancier, more revealing and sexier outfit.

She was still in black leather, and it still looked stunning with her dark red hair, lips, and nails. But she now wore a choker of diamonds on black wire around her neck, which was otherwise bare, and a low-cut sleeveless bustier. Her breasts were pushed up and out, more than half exposed, showing just a few millimeters of pink aureole.

Tattoos of darkly colorful naked women twined up from between and across her breasts, over her shoulders, down her back and most of the way down her arms. Their aquiline faces were contorted in ecstasy. Their hands terminated between the thighs of other tattooed women.

Twylla’s bare midriff was covered with a single bold tattoo, in dark rose and light pink, of open labia, a glistening clitoris, and a yawning vagina centered on her navel, with a thorn at the bottom, from which dangled a single drop of scarlet blood.

Her black leather pants featured cutaway areas that showed off her calfs, inner thighs, and a small open circle at the center of her clean-shaven mons pubis. She had a little black whip curled up and attached to her belt

She held a thin leather-and-rhinestone leash in her left hand, attached to a leather collar, decorated in spikes and diamonds, around my bare neck.

I have to admit, volunteering as Twylla Van Dyke’s unconditional sex slave for a night was arguably not my smartest decision ever. I can’t even say that it seemed like a really good idea at the time. But part of me wanted it. The truth was, I would likely do whatever she asked anyway—she had that effect on me—and this put at least some limit on it. I didn’t want to admit how turned on and wet it made me to think of letting her do whatever she wanted to with me, but I didn’t have to. She knew.

So I was wearing a collar, a black domino over my eyes, a gauzy flesh-colored thong, platinum-and-diamond clips on my nipples, and nothing else. The downy hair on my mons was gone, shaven clean, exposing my pale pink flesh around the thong, which was narrow and tight enough that it passed between my labia in front and between my ass cheeks in back.

“I look like Princess Leia in this outfit,” I grumbled.

“That was one of the few scenes in that testosterone-filled spill-ogy that I actually liked,” she replied archly.

“Don’t look so glum,” she continued. “You’re getting off easy. I almost kept you all to myself for a night in my dungeon. THAT would have been… interesting for you: to learn where pleasure and pain become one. Instead I’m just showing you off to impress a few people.”

“How few?”

She fondled my crotch with the toe of her low, soft leather boots. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I couldn’t help myself. It was Twylla’s toe—it felt good. “Oh, a dozen or two. If we were in San Francisco or New York this would be real ball, with over a thousand Dom’s, some with whole slave harems. As it is, it’s not much more Kadıköy Olgun Escort than a fancy potluck with twenty or so Doms, each with a favorite dish to share.”

“Potluck? What dish?” There was nothing in the limo except Twylla and me.

“Oh, stop fretting. Where’s your spirit of adventure, my bold little trollop? You’re my dish, of course, but I’m only signed up for appetizers and dessert. I’m just sharing a little taste of you, to make the others jealous. You won’t be anyone’s main course but mine, little pussy. All mine.” Her words made my girl parts tingle. It was warm in the limo, but I shivered anyway.

As we neared our destination, Twilla pulled on the leash to draw me near and unzipped a flap on her crotch that exposed her upper labia and clitoris. She wrapped her legs around my head.

“Make me cum, little pussy, and be quick about it. I want to make an entrance.”

I thrust my tongue between her moist folds, hooking my tongue-tip under her swollen clit. I planted my lips on her bare mons and labia and sucked her outthrust clitoris into my mouth. Her familiar tart, winey flavor greeted me like an intoxicant, and I focused on the sensation of sucking and licking Twylla’s sensitive genitals. I flicked my tongue rapidly up her clit face, launching it off her tip, repeating the motion as quickly as I could, while moving my whole mouth in slow circles, sucking her clit up and out in the same wide circles. I began to hum in pleasure.

The limo pulled up to the curb. “Not yet,” Twilla grunted. I paused. “Not you, slut, god, don’t stop now! I’m talking to the driver.”

I buried my mouth in her mons again and slathered her clit with my saliva, licking and sucking while shaking my head from side to side.

“Oh, yes! Oh you cunt. You cunt. You sweet… now. Now! Both of you!”

I attacked her clit furiously and the limo door swung open as Twylla climaxed loudly with her thighs around my head. There were bright flashes and the sound of camera shutters clicking. Twylla unwrapped her legs, zipped up the flap over her clitoris, and gracefully stepped out onto the red carpet. She tugged gently on my leash and I followed at her side, on my hands and knees.

“Good girl.” She petted my hair. “Roll over.”

I was glad I had a domino protecting my anonymity. I obediently rolled onto my back and she stroked my belly. “GOOD pussy,” she cooed. Her fingernails moved down my body, approaching my quim, and a trail of goose-flesh followed them. “So sensitive,” she approved. “Come.”

She strolled, swaying, into the ballroom as the doorman held the portal open, and I trailed on all fours like her faithful pet cum slut, trying to match the swing of my slender hips to hers.

It was dimly lit inside. At first glance it looked like any formal cocktail party—people in black standing around or mingling, drinking and picking snacks off trays. A second glance revealed that the tray bearers were naked, and festooned with additional tidbits on their bodies—women with fruit or whipped cream on their breasts and males with little sausages hanging Kadıköy Sarışın Escort off their cocks. Guests leaned in or bent down to nibble food and body parts. The servers were clearly aroused by the interactions. Cocks were thick and swollen, and nipples stood tall, hard and proud. There was a definite erotic buzz going through the crowd.

On closer inspection, instead of suits and little black dresses, the black-clad guests were in cut away leather with spikes and chains, and a few had human pets on leashes. This seemed to be a special status symbol, and Twylla delighted in showing me off.

At the back of the room there were buffet tables set up under red lights. Some held only traditional platters of food, but others also featured a naked man or woman spread-eagled and bound on a large lazy susan, and adorned with edibles. Twylla led me to a table that was partly set with bowls of peach halves, sliced cherries, whipped cream, and syrups. The table was labeled DESSERTS and had manacles attached for someone’s wrists and ankles—mine, I realized, with a mixture of dread and longing.

Twylla looked around. “There should be an appetizer table,” she said.

“Van Dyke! Don’t you look sumptuous?” boomed a large-breasted woman with short blonde-gray hair—really short. Like crew cut short. “And THIS is sweet,” she added, looking me up and down. “Life is short, Twill. Eat dessert first. Forget the appetizer.”

“Donna. I love what you’ve done with your hair,” Twylla replied. “Thank you, she is sweet. Would you like a taste?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Donna gazed at my exposed labia and licked hee lips. “I’d love a little nibble.”

Twylla offered her hand to help me step up onto the low table. I laid down on it, splaying my arms and legs. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Then Twylla bound my limbs in place and I was helpless. She ladled peaches over my breasts and my hard nipples raised themselves above the syrup. She sprayed a mound of whipped cream under the entrance to my cunt and I felt myself dripping into it.

This thrilled Donna. She spun the lazy susan to bring my spread legs to her mouth, bent and licked up a dollop of Cindy and cream, lathered my clit with it, and licked it off. I have to admit, it felt amazingly good, if a little sticky. “Oh, she’s delicious! Such a delicate bouquet.” Donna began to root in my pussy, sucking and eating.

She was only the first. I was rotated back and forth, my naked body spinning to bring my tits or pussy to a hungry mouth, where I was casually tasted, licked, and nibbled. It was strange and exciting to have my body available to strangers, to be drizzled with syrup and have it licked off, or just to have some part of me sucked on while I lay bound and helpleaa. It was getting me hot.

But nowhere near cumming.

Until Twylla proudly introduced my mouth to Max. Max took my head in one large hand, supporting it while he slid the shelf back in, then lowered my head until it was hanging off the table. He spread Kadıköy Şişman Escort a little chocolate syrup on his enormous cock, topped it with a dollop of whipped cream, and fed it slowly into my mouth, so I could eat the sweetness off, bit my bit. I’d never tasted chocolate cream dick before. It wasn’t bad.

As I licked and sucked the sticky syrup off his dick, Max’s already respectably thick member swelled and enlarged until it barely fit in my mouth. It was huge. I began to feel real heat in my loins. Max settled into place, at Twyulla’s urging, and worked that giant schlong all the way down my throat. He grunted in satisfaction, completely filling me. Then he was off, really fucking my face and throat, with deep, ponderous thrusts.

His cock pressed deep against the back of my throat, making me gag up wet strings of saliva, turning my throat into a hot, slippery passage for his staggering length and girth, and bringing tears to my eyes. I could breathe only on the out-strokes. My throat was completely full of Max when he plunged deep. I was quivering with sexual arousal. My mouth had never been fucked so thoroughly or completely. I was in full cock worship mode.

A line of women formed at my cunt, taking turns spreading my pussy with sweets and eating me out. With Max pumping his massive tool down my throat, the sensations on my clit rose to a new level, and I climaxed, a new sensation with my arms and legs tied down.

I came again as each new mouth ate me, panting around that monster dick that was reaming my throat. Everyone wanted to taste my orgasms. I was shuddering with climax after climax. I was close to blacking out when Max thrust home with a ram, his balls on my nose, and shot his massive load, shooting thick ropes of cum deep down my throat. I gurgled, unable to scream, as semen filled my throat, my mouth, and began to dribble out my nose. Someone was eating my pussy and I convulsed in an cataclysmic orgasm, straining against the ties on my wrists and ankles. I passed out for a timeless moment.

Twylla was supporting my head. I was coughing up a foamy mixture of throat slime and Max cum. Hands were unbinding my limbs. “She’s fabulous,” someone said quietly. There was a general murmur of agreement. “I hope I didn’t overdo her,” rumbled Max apologetically.

“I’m sure she loved it,” Twylla snapped, helping me up.

I belched involuntarily, then began to wipe the snot and cum off my face and suck it into my mouth. “I did,” I said, smiling gamely and swallowing. “Thank you, Max,” I nodded to the cluster of dykes at my feet, “ladies. That was spectacular.”

There was a sustained burst of applause, which made me feel really good for some reason. Twylla bent her lips to my ear. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “Now I’m going to take you home and fuck you properly.”

And she did. She held my hand on the limo ride back, stroking my forehead, then laid me tenderly on her big, round bed, lowered her pussy onto my face, sucked my clit into her warm, welcoming mouth, and worked a large vibrator as far into my cunt as it would go. Then she turned the vibrator on. Oh my god. We sucked and licked each other in a passionate frenzy, and she worked a finger in and out of my ass. I was buzzing in my ass, my cunt, my clit, and my mouth, all at once. I bucked and came, again and again. And then I did pass out, into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Collected Pt. 01

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Lin left the cabin and started her morning run through the forest. She liked to begin the day with rigorous physical activity to compensate for the hours she would later spend glued to her desk, studying for her exams.

Her running shoes beat a steady rhythm on the dry forest floor and for a moment she wondered about this observation, given that last night lightning and thunder had briefly disturbed her sleep, but apparently the storm had passed without bringing any rain. While her body automatically followed the familiar trail she let her mind dwell on the lessons she planned to cover today. Neurobiology was not her strong suit, hence she had to apply herself especially hard on the subject, but if she made good progress during the day, in the evening she would treat herself to some self-bondage play with her handcuffs. Although her parent’s cabin lacked internet access, its remote location did not leave it entirely without interesting possibilities to entertain herself.

Lost in pleasurable thoughts she only noticed the strange puddle at the last moment and was barely able to stop before stepping into it. In front of her, filling a shallow depression in the track, a strange metallic liquid gleamed in the early morning’s light. It looked a lot like a pool of quicksilver, except its silvery bright surface glittered with an otherworldly, iridescent sheen.

“Beautiful,” Lin thought to herself and crouched down, moving to touch it, but at the last moment snatched her hand back. What was she thinking? Whatever the substance was, it certainly did not belong on the forest floor in front of her. She wondered if it was indeed quicksilver or some other toxic waste that somebody had dumped here instead of paying for its professional disposal. Alternatively, considering last night’s flashes and booming sounds, maybe it was a spill left behind by a crashed plane or satellite? Yet, a quick look around confirmed that no smoldering wreckage was in evidence anywhere nearby. The mighty trees around her appeared as serene and undisturbed as ever.

Picking up a fallen twig, she gingerly probed the puddle’s shiny surface. To her surprise, the liquid turned out to be rather viscous, offering stiff resistance to the stick’s prodding and indeed, when she pulled her hand back, a layer of the stuff clung to the stick, stretching back to the pool’s surface as if unwilling to release its quarry. Lin watched dumbstruck when more of the substance seemed to gather around the twig, strengthening the pull that tried to suck it back.

With a startled cry she let go of her probe and fell backwards onto her bottom. The strange substance had moved of its own volition, like a living being! Instantly, she was reminded of an old action flick featuring a shapeshifting, liquid metal killer robot sent into the past to dispatch some annoying youth who happened to be mankind’s future savior. Lin considered it highly unlikely for this role to be her own destiny, yet caution suggested she should better quit playing researcher and and get into reverse gear posthaste.

In panic she scrambled back on her butt, but when her desperately kicking legs grazed the pool’s edge, a thick tendril shot from the liquid and wrapped itself around her ankle. Immediately, her other foot was grabbed as well, rooting her in place. She violently attempted to pull up her legs, hoping to break the metal’s hold, but only succeeded in sliding her torso closer to the pool. An irresistible force drew her legs together while more and more of the strange material flowed towards her and joined the strands already encircling her legs.

The fact that she had been endowed with a long-legged model’s physique that many of her fellow students lusted after granted her only a few milliseconds reprieve while yet more tendrils spiraled around her legs, rapidly approaching her hips. Lin reared up and screamed at the top of her lungs, thrashing wildly to escape the cool metallic strands that had mated her legs into a single column of tightly compressed flesh. She had to break free! Instead, the inexorably advancing appendages reached her belly and quickly thickened into a broad cinch around her waist.

“Ahrg!” Her screams were cut off when the belt abruptly constricted around her middle and took away her breath. Lin felt as if she had been cut in half! Thankfully, the murderous compression relented Kadıköy Öğrenci Escort momentarily, but not before her weakly flailing arms had been captured as well, then became welded to her sides. Immediately, at the front, the liquid metal slithered under her top and up between her breasts as well as in the back along her spine to form a wide collar around her neck. Lin ceased her futile struggles and became perfectly still. If the collar contracted like the belt had, it would surely crush her windpipe and strangle her. To her immense relief, the collar tightened only a little until it exerted a noticeable, but tolerable pressure. Nevertheless, she did not fail to miss the implied threat.

More and more of the metal encircled her body, wrapping her into an inescapable mesh of interlocking strands so that within seconds, the web extended from the soles of her shoes to the crown of her head. At first, its strands had been quite flexible, but as soon as they had ensured her captivity, they hardened and turned the web into a rigid shell: Her arms were pressed to her sides, her legs formed a single column and her skull was ensnared by a framework of metallic straps that left only her face free and kept her head totally immobilized. Although Lin strained against its tight embrace with all her strength, she failed to move her limbs even a single millimeter. The metal was far from done with her, however.

Lin gasped when she felt questing metal appendages slither into her underwear and enter her lower orifices. A rapidly expanding phallus formed in her pussy, filling her to capacity. At the same time, another wormed its way up into her urethra and extended into her bladder. The unwonted pressure was as discomfiting it was uncomfortable. Her anus was not spared the indignity of being violated in the aggravatingly familiar manner as well and once within her bowel, the intruder first swelled to painful dimensions, before relenting and becoming slightly smaller again. She felt like a goose stuffed for an upcoming feast and moaned disconsolately.

Perhaps the metal took issue with her noises, or maybe her mouth was simply the next point on its agenda; either way, Lin felt with trepidation how twin fingers of the stuff crept along her cheeks and insinuated themselves between her tightly compressed lips, then into her mouth. Quickly, as more metal flowed inside, a slightly flexible lump swelled between and behind her teeth, trapping her tongue and spreading her jaws apart, but it did not stop there! Suddenly, an appendage plunged down her throat deeply into her stomach, while yet another branched out into her airways. For endless seconds, Lin could neither breathe nor swallow, and with a sinking feeling she thought that surely the metal had moved in for the kill; but then, the blockage was gone and she gasped, greedily sucking in air in the shallow breaths allowed by her constricted chest.

Still trying to recover from this latest ordeal, she was assaulted by the oddest sensation yet, when a strange tingling began to suffuse her entire body. Unbeknownst to Lin, microscopic filaments of the liquid metal spread through all of her flesh, seemingly intent on attaching themselves to every cell. Actually, it was primarily her nerve cells that were targeted, hence the highest concentration of the fibers found their way into her brain. Although Lin was not aware of the fact that she had been compromised on the deepest level, for sure she noticed the effects: It felt like her frenzied thoughts had developed a faint echo; almost as if they were projected beyond her own head’s acoustically dead confines into some wider space.

For the next several minutes nothing further happened. The respite gave Lin the opportunity to calm down a little and impose a modicum of order on her panicked mind. So far, the strange liquid metal had not harmed her, so probably it was not some killer robot sent into the past to terminate her. Instead, it seemed content to have immobilized and silenced her, but for what purpose? She was quite confident that humans were not part of the metal creature’s diet, so maybe it was an alien just looking for a native symbiont it somehow depended on for its own survival? If she was very lucky, the alien would turn its host (i. e. herself!) into a dashing heroine with some really cool superpowers …

With Kadıköy Çıtır Escort an effort, Lin reigned in her burgeoning fantasy before it could go completely off the rails. She examined her state of mind and noticed with astonishment that her previously predominant fear had been relegated to the background. It seemed as if the alien had flipped a switch to turn off her fight-or-flight reflex. Calming her down was probably a prerequisite before commencing the next phase of its nefarious plan: Lin experienced a bewildering barrage of sensations when the alien began to probe her body and mind and gauge her reaction to various stimuli.

Parts of her became alternately hot and cold; sounds of all frequencies flooded into her ears; bright, colorful flashes where projected into her eyes while a variety of sweet, sour, salty and bitter flavors assaulted her taste buds. At first, all of her senses were flooded indiscriminately, but soon a pattern emerged. Predictably, the liquid metal ceased its full spectrum onslaught and began to concentrate its efforts on the area between her legs.

The intruder buried so deeply in her pussy soon exhibited an amazing range of movement and rapidly employed it with a level of skill easily surpassing any lover she ever had … and there had been quite a few. Given her model-level good looks she had never found it difficult to attract men or women (whom she actually found more congenial) to her bed; yet she was not ready to settle into a serious relationship until she had achieved her professional ambitions. Besides, she had never felt safe enough to reveal her rather peculiar sexual needs to anyone, which incidentally would have been a prerequisite for a fulfilling, long-term relationship. Hence, she had always preferred to assuage her masochistic fantasies of bondage and slavery with occasional sessions of self-bondage.

Now however, since the alien metal had tapped directly into her mind, a perfect feedback loop had been established and every bit of stimulation it provided was perfectly attuned to her needs. As a consequence, the twin phalluses within her loins not only moved, rotated and vibrated, but in addition administered electric shocks of varying intensity, these ranging from mildly aggravating to acutely painful, to her pussy and bowels.

With her fear artificially suppressed, she had no chance but to succumb to these insidious ministrations, especially since the entire scenario could easily have been taken from one of her own erotic fantasies: Inescapably bound and gagged, she was helpless to resist the skillful advances of a demonic lover with supernatural prowess. In record time, her arousal skyrocketed to unprecedented heights, both propelled along and held in check by the carefully timed electrical shocks that did not allow her to climax prematurely.

Learning at a prodigious rate, the sentient metal constantly introduced new elements to the mix, thoroughly compiling an all-encompassing map of Lin’s erogenous zones. Soon she found her tender, blood-engorged nipples being sucked and pinched and her firm breasts roughly manipulated, while unseen teeth nibbled at her earlobes. Her clit received special attention, a delicate appendage delivered bursts of tingling electricity interspersed with feather-light touches that caused her to unabashedly scream her unendurable lust into the gag plugging her mouth.

After an interminable stretch of time, it simply became too much. Her mind blanked and her insides seemed to melt when the continued assault finally drove her over the edge. The long-delayed climax lit up every cell in her body like the EMP from an exploding atomic bomb. Lost in the throes of an incredibly intense sexual release, she wildly thrashed against her bondage until blissful oblivion engulfed her at last.

When she regained her senses, for long minutes she lay stunned. Never before in her life had she experienced sensations of such wondrous intensity and she immediately craved to repeat the experience with an almost desperate poignancy that frightened her. Like an addict, she knew she would do almost anything for that wish to be granted, although it would probably inure her to any lesser pleasures forever and thereby turn her into the metal creature’s abject slave. She wondered if that had been the plan all along and if her sensations had been artificially Kadıköy Elit Escort amplified somehow to produce this outcome. Yet suspecting she was being manipulated did not help at all: The conditioning worked nevertheless.

For the time being however, her captor was content to observe and learn. Within her mind, it had discovered a promising link between pleasure and pain that merited further exploration and fortunately, it did not need to be shy about it. Through direct stimulation of the subject’s nerves it could simulate the most severe tortures without causing actual injuries.

A sharp pain in Lin’s left breast destroyed the last vestiges of her orgasm’s afterglow. It felt as if her flesh was being skewered by a white-hot needle. Instinctively, she struggled to assume a protective fetal position and raise her hands towards her chest, but try as she might, the metal did not permit her to budge a millimeter. Then the pain was suddenly gone, only to assault her other breast after a few seconds of blissful respite. She snapped her eyes shut and howled mindlessly into her gag.

For the next minutes, she was mercilessly tortured. All her body, but especially the parts that had been instrumental in giving her so much pleasure, were now subjected to the same almost intolerable agony. It seemed to her that any torment ever invented (and creativity abounded in this field) was visited upon her. Everything hurt like hell! Every single nerve poured white hot pain into her feverish brain! The metal granted her only short respites lest her mind shut down and she could escape into unconsciousness. During those lucid moments, Lin was terribly scared that she would be left permanently damaged in body and mind by the ordeal, provided that by some miracle she even happened to survive it. Obviously, she was allowed to experience fear again and she put her regained ability to good use.

She was at the end of her mental and physical endurance when, all of a sudden, everything changed. Out of nowhere, the image of an imposing figure loomed in her mind, a radiant goddess too beautiful and terrible to behold by a mere mortal like herself. At the same time, the conviction grew in Lin that her torture was not simply an act of random cruelty, but was in fact a test; a way to prove herself worthy of the goddess’ regard. The chance to make an offering of her suffering was a privilege that could not be refused and instinctively Lin began to deal with the excruciating pain in the only way left open to her: reframing her torment as an act of submission, her brain was suddenly able to derive pleasure from it. One moment she was at the brink of total collapse, then in the next instant her latent masochism became ascendant and transformed her suffering into an irrepressible erotic experience.

In short order, her muffled screams turned into throaty moans when pain turned into pleasure and both became indistinguishable. Buried under an avalanche of raw sensation too acute to process or endure, her overwhelmed mind succumbed to another earth-shattering orgasm.

This time, Lin took even longer to recover. She remained in a near catatonic state for nearly an hour while her sweat drenched body dried in the day’s mounting heat. The sun had risen high enough to shine down through the dense leafy canopy and reflect in multicolored highlights off the iridescent prison that continued to hold her in its unyielding embrace. Far from idle itself, the alien metal was busy analyzing the data it had collected.

Interestingly, not all pain was created the same. Most pain was only that, yet, depending on its nature and the subject’s state of mind, some could be transformed into sexual pleasure. The first kind trivially lent itself to punishment, while the second fit right into the tool set for the much more effective reinforcement training. Its captive had proven to be highly susceptible to suggestions of submission and promised to thrive in captivity. Even her current state of enforced immobilization met with the subject’s subconscious approval and in fact, she secretly yearned for more stringent bondage. The social conditioning responsible for her conflicted feelings towards her repressed fantasies of slavery and submission would be easily overcome, once she had accepted her new circumstances.

The overall assessment yielded an extremely high score: young, in excellent health and with an apparently limitless libido and capacity to enjoy sexual pleasure, the female would be a most suitable specimen for collecting. The sentient metal sent its report and immediately received authorization to proceed with the final phase of the collection process.

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Billy stole a glance at Emily. At her nipples that were pressing on her thin green top. At her smooth, bare legs. She was sitting on his lap as they watched television on the couch. Well, she watched, but he couldn’t concentrate. He could smell her long hair that was threatening to invade his nostrils, and hoped she wouldn’t mind if he shoved her skirt and panties out of the way, bent her over the couch, and fucked her good. Actually, he was going to try his luck at kissing her neck, for starters. Billy loved the feel of the taut muscles of her neck and the cool, ever-so-slightly salty taste of her neck on his tongue and between his teeth.

His cock throbbed as he observed Emily’s pulse quicken. He hoped she would moan with pleasure…maybe as his hands strayed to other more sensitive areas of her gorgeous body. He opted for being a bit of a tease–letting his hands explore her breasts and abdomen, briefly rubbing over her pubic area before trailing off back to his own personal space. “Well, I’m going to pee. BRB!” Billy teased, prompting his girlfriend off of his lap to free him for a quick bathroom break.

As he walked into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind him, he chuckled in self-conscious amusement–in his mind’s eye, he saw Emily quickly undressing, having the same sexy idea in her head. Maybe she was longing for a fuck just as much as he was, getting wet thinking about it. He realized he was about to get wet thinking about it instead of relieving himself, and his position over the toilet wasn’t going to do him any good if he was too horny. He cleared his mind, focusing on the task, and started a stream of piss into the toilet.

He didn’t think much of it when Emily walked in, until she got a little too close for comfort. Billy prides himself on staying very well-hydrated, and had just gotten started, but in case she was trying to hurry him along, he tried pissing as fast and efficiently as possible. It was a complete surprise when she put a hand on his back and started to kiss him on the mouth. Was she somehow unaware of what he was doing at that moment? Was she too horny to care? The hand on his back moved to the front of his shoulder and her other hand moved to his waist. She was turning him to face her. He was unable to cut off the stream of pee in time, and his cock turned to face Emily.

Too shocked to be able to think clearly, Billy ended up completely soaking her legs, including her skirt and panties, with his warm piss. He just enjoyed the kiss, and gave up on being concerned for Emily’s comfort. It felt so foreign to have his dick contacting a warm body during a piss…almost diaper-like. A puddle formed at their feet, only slightly yellow, and it felt surprisingly warm. It spread to the dirty t-shirt on the floor from Billy’s earlier shower.

Emily didn’t seem to be bothered by any of it. Again, was she too horny to care? Is it possible that it turned her on? He didn’t have much time to ponder the questions before his circulation prioritized other body parts. Pants still open (and slowly slipping down his thighs), he gave in to Emily pressing her body against his, holding him tight and kissing him hungrily. She pushed him up against the nearby wall. He was excited about her taking control and wondered how she was going to touch him next, but then she stepped back. He could feel his heartbeat vigorously in his chest as she stripped off her top and revealed her bare breasts. Her skirt and panties followed, joining the heap on the bathroom floor. He loved the sight of her naked body and was even more turned on that he didn’t know what was going to happen next.

Billy happily allowed Emily to lead him through the doorway into their Kadıköy Grup Escort bedroom and remove his clothing. First his olive green pants, at the same time as his boxer briefs. He had the usual twinge of self-consciousness that comes with nudity, until he observed Emily’s lustful gaze on his sexy thighs and remembered how hot she found him. His grey t-shirt was pulled up and over his head. She playfully shoved him onto the bed to lie supine, then swiftly climbed over him to position her wet pussy onto his mouth. Her moans were gentle and intermittent at first, matching his slow, exploratory licks and kisses. He expertly ramped up to furious tongue flicks in just the right spot at her clit, and Emily matched her increasing moans. As she devolved into an explicit stream-of-consciousness orgasmic discourse, Billy’s hard-on implored to be included in the hot, wet action.

The request was not lost on Emily, who intuitively moved her hips down to his. She lowered her still-throbbing pussy and swallowed up his cock in a maneuver that was somehow simultaneously achingly slow and intimidatingly quick. It only took a few minutes before her thrusts that shook her breasts and sent shivers down his spine brought him to orgasm. It felt dirty but lovingly intimate to shoot his entire load deep inside her.

—

Billy stirred in his sleep. He knew the familiar twinge that beckoned him to the bathroom, but didn’t want to succumb to it. He wanted to sleep. Yet as he adjusted his position, other urges presented themselves as Emily, positioned her perfectly curved back against his abdomen. Billy’s cock stiffened at its contact with her round ass. He noticed faint morning light, which meant he had just enough time to either get up for a pee or to fuck his bedmate before they went back to sleep for another hour or two.

Obviously he wouldn’t be able to perform very well if he were bursting with piss. As he willed himself to get up, he noticed some dribbling from his hard cock. Nope, not urine–it was pre-cum. He wanted it bad. Billy’s performance concerns were forgotten as he kissed Emily’s neck and felt her nipples with his fingertips. The shorts and sports bra she had worn to bed were driving him absolutely crazy. He escalated to nibbling on her neck and gently pinching her nipples under her bra top as he heard her sigh with desire. Billy pressed his dick firmly into her butt cheek as he allowed his hands to stray under her waistband, into her silky panties, and felt her pussy.

“Mmm…” The sound of Emily’s moan almost sent him over the edge. It was incredibly hot to turn her on. Maybe it was more of a power thing, that a simple maneuver of a few fingertips could be so titillating to her. He was tempted to keep going with rubbing her clit. He slid one finger, then another, inside her vagina to stroke her g-spot and listened to her pant. He could finger her for a bit, then watch her use her vibrator. He briefly wished he could let go and piss all over her right there in bed. Would that turn her on, assuming she liked the recent bathroom pee?

He dismissed the thought because obviously that would be ridiculous, and opted instead for getting down to business. Billy was surprised that his full bladder turned him on so much. It could have been his imagination, but sure seemed like Emily was aware and enjoying it. She knew he usually had to pee first thing in the morning (if not a time or two at night), and she definitely touched him on his lower abdomen. Although she also touched him in plenty of pelvic-adjacent places. He kept wondering if he should stop to pee, but he knew Emily wouldn’t let him. She was just as into fucking right then as he was. His heart Kadıköy Manken Escort pounded at the humiliating thought of accidentally soaking his partner with piss instead of just jizz as he came, which only turned him on more.

Emily bent away from Billy to reach for her vibrator. She turned over to face the bed, positioning her vibrator just where she liked it. He typically thoroughly enjoyed fucking her for a long time, but usually emptied his bladder beforehand. Unsurprisingly, he found the combination of her slick pussy and the vibrations that transferred to anything touch her vulva to be irresistible. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like it was going to take either of them long to reach a climax. Emily moaned and writhed as Billy held off on getting off as long as he could. Soon they were both moaning and managed to come at almost the same time.

“Fuuuck Billy…you’re so hot,” said Emily, collapsed on the bed. Billy took his bathroom break and thought about how hot it was that those were the first words they exchanged that day.

——

“Want some miso soup?” Emily asked, opening the fridge.

“Oh I ‘want some’ all right. Miso horny!” Billy cracked up at his own joke. He knew it was incredibly lame…and laughed even harder.

Emily rolled her eyes, but Billy could tell she was at least a little amused. “Oh wait, we were going to use the seitan sausage on something today.”

Billy couldn’t resist. “I know where we can hide the sausage!!” He laughed again, quite pleased with himself, and playfully indicated on Emily’s body what he intended in this scenario. Always down for some erotic playfullness, Emily leisurely stroked his package over his pants, then abruptly turned away to get to work cooking. Billy took his turn doing the same to her before he busied himself making tea.

For some reason, the concept of “hot dogging” popped into his head again. He’d found it ridiculous the first time he heard of it on an instagram meme, but also extremely appealing. He wondered if he’d be able to slide his cock between Emily’s butt cheeks effectively, and whether it would feel as good as he’d imagined.

Emily was wearing a short skirt again. Actually, it was a sundress, but it was pretty short and loose. She passed by him to get the olive oil, and gave him that sexy look that indicated she was horny for him. She even added in a soft caress to his upper arm, which turned into a kiss. Soft at first, then as Billy held her tight, the kiss became more passionate. He opened his mouth to gently suck and nibble on her lower lip, while she did the same to his upper lip.

Emily pressed her body against his dick and moved her body side to side just a little. Billy unbuttoned his fly and unzipped. Emily was happy to take her cue and pull his pants and boxer briefs down, away from his hips. Billy had Emily’s dress moved up and panties down at her knees even before she was done. He grabbed the olive oil and poured a small amount onto his hand, then slowly slid the hand down Emily’s butt crack. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to face the counter holding the tea he’d started to make. The last bit of oil on his hand went towards greasing up his cock. He wanted to make sure it would slide effectively, but still feel plenty of heat-building friction.

He aimed the head of his penis toward the floor. Taller than Emily, his hips were positioned behind and above hers. His member dove between her firm butt cheeks toward her anus, ensuring his shaft was fully stimulated. “You’re not worried that I’m going to fuck you in the ass, are you?”

“I’m not interested in that,” Billy continued, “not in the least.” It was a Kadıköy Masöz Escort quote from the movie Secretary that seemed strangely relevant, with the slight adjustment he’d added. Emily turned her head back as much as she reasonably could to smile at him. Her lips were met with Billy’s for another open-mouth kiss, accented with a few moans on both sides. Billy reached his hands toward Emily’s anterior, sliding fingertips over her breasts to locate her nipples, then zeroing in on the hardening peak. He continued to slide his stiff cock up and down between her buttocks.

“I’m your secretary! I’m your secretary!” Emily giggled, playing along. It turned them both on to think about that film, but they knew it was also a little silly. Billy kept his right hand on her right tit, and explored her abdomen with his left hand, straying all the way to her pubic hair. His fingertips hung out at her clit for a few moments, slowly rubbing in just the right spot, before slipping inside her wet vagina.

“Did you like me pissing on you the other day in the bathroom?” Billy asked, trying to make it sexy dirty talk instead of an awkward, nervous question. “Because you know I’d do just about anything to turn you on…” He hoped adding something complimentary and whispering into her ear would keep it hot and help to avoid embarrassing himself.

“Oohhh yes…mmmm,” Emily replied, and suddenly Billy felt like he could come at any time. How was this turning him on so much? “I think about it every time we fuck, Billy,” she continued, “and especially when it was going all over the floor and making a mess. I know it’s weird, but it’s just so fucking hot.” Billy could hear her breathing getting heavy as evidence that just talking about it was turning her on immensely. He was desperately trying to continue instead of busting his nut before he felt like stopping.

Emily wasn’t helping things. She went on about her fetish. “Sometimes I think about how much I want to pee on you. Maybe in your mouth. Other times I wish I could feel your piss all over my back, like when you jizz on me but with much more volume. Or even just watch you pee your pants.” Billy continued thrusting and fingering, slowly to maintain longevity, but for how long? He felt so fucking close. “It could be in my bed, when I have the waterproof cover on, outside, on a tile floor…” As Emily finished her sentence, Billy was aware it was giving him an idea as he looked down at the tile, but then it shot right out. The semen spurted out as he felt an explosion of pleasure and struggled to hold himself upright. The ejaculate landed on the inside crotch of Emily’s black panties that were only part of the way down her legs, as well as a small puddle on the floor. He gently thrust a few more times, knowing that he’d need to take a leak to ensure he was completely done leaking jizz.

He then remembered the idea he’d had before his orgasm. He’d just need to keep Emily in place for a bit longer. He redoubled his efforts with regards to the fingers stroking her g-spot, and he arranged her legs to be together, touching each other. He nibbled and sucked on the side of her neck as he focused, including some very gentle thrusts as his cock, dripping with cum. Soon he was able to spring his notion into action as a few drops of piss slowly spilled out of his dick, then a stream. He stepped back slightly to soak his partner’s round ass, letting the pee stream down her legs and pool on the kitchen floor.

Once he was emptied out, Billy grabbed a nearby dish towel and started cleaning up. Emily usually wasn’t able to come without her vibrator, and he felt a little guilty that he came all over her, but didn’t get her off. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to clean up, because she grabbed the back of his neck for a kiss and led him to the bedroom, all the while telling him how hot that was, how turned on she was, etc.

She wasted no time grabbing her vibrator and got off in record time as Billy kissed and caressed in support.

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Recollections of the days when I was young, busy, ambitious, curious and willing to try anything …

I was taking 15 university hours and working the early shift at the neighborhood’s oldest dive bar.

From 5 until 9 p.m. or so, I did homework in the wait station; ran the occasional discounted happy-hour drink to a table of schoolteachers; and flirted innocuously with Jake the bartender, a married 30-year-old with a surfer’s blonde hair, sad, Kurt Cobain eyes and lanky limbs.

His bachelor party gift from me — after relentless pleading from him in irresistible sultry whimpers — had been a frenzied fuck, a one-time consummation of pent-up lust, atop the pool table in the abandoned upstairs party room. Our mutual pleasures left evidence in the form of dark pigmentation on the green billiard felt. We quietly joked: God forbid a black light ever be shone on the shadowy second floor.

That he remain faithful to his bride following the wedding was my one condition, and to my knowledge, he had.

Though we did not intend to fuck one another again, close proximity brought both of our bodies this satisfying warmth that made those slow hours together delightful.

At 7, a couple I’d served a few times before asked Jake for my section. I peeked around the doorframe as he pointed them toward my corner booth.

“Cassie will be right there,” he said loudly to garner my attention, though his eyes fixed on the woman’s curvy bottom, her husband’s hand resting atop it, and I didn’t blame him — it was a perfect pear whose bounce held hypnotic powers.

“It’s the Porters!” I said approaching the table. “Hey beautiful,” said Mr. Porter, a man with a George Clooney smile who looked younger than his years. He was in his late 40s and had made millions in the tech boom. His wife was 10, maybe 15, years his junior; she sat smiling up at me, fresh-faced, her hair wildly wavy, her deep, dark cat eyes slightly sleepy.

They ordered two bottled Coronas, two Patron shots and “whatever you want darling,” Ms. Porter said.

I typically didn’t drink so early while working on a school night, but went ahead and ordered a shot of vodka to drop into my Red Bull.

“He wants you,” Jake says as he pours the tequila, shooting a glance at the striking couple in the corner booth.

I smile and say I know. They have asked me before to come home with them. I always laughed it off, not sure how serious they are.

The idea turns me on but freaks me out, even though my activity, especially since conceding to Jake in the empty bar that night, has become increasingly adventurous.

It isn’t as if I haven’t given into profound curiosity in the past. There was that dressing room incident when I Kadıköy escort bayan was working retail …

And I have envisioned both Mr. and Ms. Porter while holding the vibrating shower head between my legs, I’ll admit, imagining how her polished fingers’ friction there might feel, or how his cock might fill me as his wife sat on my face.

By the time they guzzled two rounds, customers peppered the bar, and the other waitresses arrived. If we weren’t too slammed by 11, Jake — also the manager on duty tonight — would cut me loose.

I encounter Ms. Porter in the bathroom. She is standing at the mirror applying color to her pouty, preternaturally pink lips, then powder to her nose, forehead, chin and, then, as she sees my reflection behind her, between her round lightly freckled breasts, at which I cannot resist glancing.

“When do you get off,” she asks, as I wash my hands. “Soon, if we don’t get too busy,” I tell her, pulling a small tube of lotion from the apron around my waist. I squeeze white goo into my hand. She says it smells so good, asks for some and before I can offer her the tube she slips her hands over mine, rubbing the cream into both of our palms stroking my fingers as she says in her husky voice, “Come over then. Have a drink with us,” she says, our slimy hands intertwined. “Our place is a block away. Mr. Porter can walk you back later.”

I laugh a little because I’ve always called them Mr. and Ms. Porter, to which they have never objected.

And though I have school early the next day, the butterflies in my lower abdomen and hardening of nipples, which Ms. Porter notices, tells me this is no joke this time. She lets go of my hand and moves one of hers to, ever so gently, stroke the side of my boob her thumb brushes my erect nip, which is all it takes me to say, “OK.”

At 10:30 when I tell Jake that I have agreed to have a nightcap with the Porters, his eyes light up. “Oh my god,” he croaks. “I am rock hard right now just thinking of it,” he says. I laugh. “Wrap everything up. You are done for the night. Just promise you’ll tell me every detail.”

After closing out my tables and making arrangements with the other girls to cover my station, I put on my coat, grab my bag, head out the kitchen door and meet the Porters at the side of the building. It’s dark and quiet and Mr. Porter, stepping deep into my personal space says, “I can’t believe you finally said yes, Cassie.” He hugs me, lifting me off the ground and then, looking me in the eyes as if for permission, he kisses my mouth and my neck. Then I feel his tongue in my ear and Ms. Porter’s hand on my ass. Then she takes my hand and I follow them, dizzy with excitement, to their second floor condo, Escort Kadıköy just a block away from the bar.

Their place is hip and expensive — more spacious than you might imagine — with a massive bed in a high ceilinged bedroom. He pours drinks from a tiny wet bar between the room and bathroom. I sip pricey scotch and step into a bathroom bigger than my entire apartment. Colorfully tiled floors beneath a big bathtub. A wide, nylon upholstered bench is in front of a sprawling mirror.

“This room is our favorite,” Mr. Porter says. “We like the tile because …” he kisses his wife deeply and she finishes, “Because I’m a squirter. Hahah. Are you?” she asks?

I do not actually know what that means and I tell them and they say we will have to see.

I sit on the lounge, setting my drink on the marble counter. She opens a drawer and pulls forth a long, white gadget that hums when she presses its button.

“Hold this, honey,” she says, handing the contraption to him.

She kneels in front of me and reaches for the button on my jeans — the apron long gone. She unzips me and pulls the denim completely off and my flimsy panties stick to them, leaving me naked from the waist down. She places her hands on my knees and her lips just above the right one. Her unruly hair is soft inside my thighs and she alternates, kissing my left then right leg, making her way up. Her fingers move to the fold of skin at the center, which she parts before placing the tip of her tongue inside. I groan as she slips one digit inside, pulls it out and rubs the slickness across my clitoris, back and forth, up and down, in and out. She leans in and her face is in my pussy, and her tongue is inside me. It feels like she is making out with, French kissing, my cunt, I think. And I never want her to stop. Before the waves can consume me, she comes up for air.

She turns —smiling face damp— to her husband and holds out her hand.

I look up as he hands her the vibrator, and I see that he is down to his boxers. The bulge underneath the thin fabric is humongous. When he sees my gaping eyes staring at it, it grows.

She giggles and says, I know, can you believe how big he is? Do you want it in you? And I say that I do, but first I want to know what you are going to do with that. She lifts her skirt and straddles me before placing the head of the vibrator between us. She grinds against me and the thing buzzes between our primed pussy. My moans turn to a holler. I am impervious to the power of this friction and an orgasm overtakes my entire being as I spasm down to my toes, which shoot straight out before I wrap my legs tightly around her tiny waist, pulling her even closer, and as she presses into me, we Kadıköy Rus Escort both begin to shudder powerfully. She tosses her head backward, her hair brushing my calves and feet still clasped around her, and she lets out a scream. I feel a waterfall between our tangled bodies. Now pressed into each other, the vibrator has slipped from between, landing with a thunk on the floor.

Mr. Porter leans in and picks it up, turns it off and sets it onto the counter. His wife, still clinging to me, shaking in my lap, turns to kiss him deeply — she rubs then licks and momentarily swallows his gigantic cock whole, then she says, fuck this little girl good now, Baby. He looks and me and says, “Yes, dear.”

I am quaking with anticipation and delicious fear. Peripherally I see Ms. Porter move to the counter, sit on its edge, legs spread, and jam the vibrator between her legs, squirting across the room and squealing with pleasure. I look from her to him, and he approaches and asks if I am OK, taking me by the waist with an unexpected gentleness. He pushes my T-shirt up and buries his face in my tits. Oh yes, I say, gripping his thick hair as he lifts me slightly and slowly slides his enormous erection into my dripping cunt.

“Oh fuuuuuuccckkkk,” he cries. “You are so tight and beautiful.”

He fits me in a way that threatens to rip me in two yet touches every nerve inside, penetrating each pleasure-producing pore. I am on fire and my ecstasy is shot through with sorrow — sorry that every experience heretofore will live in the shadow of this perfect, searing bliss. Tears streak my temples as an eruption, beginning in the depths of my very soul, works its way from my calf muscles to my fingers and my belly, intensity growing with each strong thrust, possessing me, eliciting a whimper that turns into a holler and returns to a whisper of “dear god.”

“I cannot last any longer,” Mr. Porter mumbles biting down on my shirt, which is still wrapped around my neck, and I tell him to come all over me. As soon as I say it he jerks upward and I grab his shaft and squeeze and pull as the milky white sprays my stomach and breasts. It drips from my chin and lower lip. He looks down at me and says he wants more of me, wants me to stay forever. I look up and him and lick my lip and wipe my chin.

Ms. Porter moved to the tub, I am not sure when, and a shallow pool of her liquid washes away when we turn on the shower, cleaning ourselves and giggling in the hedonistic glow.

I walk back to the bar alone, refusing to rouse the couple from their blissful comatose state.

Jake is locking up and hurries over to me as I start up my car. “Well,” he wonders. I tell him that everything he can conjure up in that dirty mind of his actually happened. My eyes are crotch level and I see movement in his pants. I look up at his piercing gaze and tell him that when his wife expresses interest in a threesome, I am here for them.

He smiles and kisses my cheek, and we go our separate ways for the night.

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I arrived at the address he sent me dressed in my new strapless red baby doll dress. It was much shorter than the rest of my dresses, but I loved the way I could feel the breeze between my legs as I walked. I didn’t expect for the location to be a club, but I went in anyways without having to pay a cover charge. The music pumped and pulsed through the veins of the hoards of the people crowded inside. Immediately my body synced with the music as I walked to the beat in my patent leather heels. He told me he would meet me there but I could not see him as I scanned the room. I felt awkward in the midst of it all so I found the bar which gave me a better view of the club.

My cell phone buzzed inside of my small black clutch with a message from him. Mr. Young: Hello sexy, are you ready to play?

Me: Yes Mr. Young

Mr. Young: Okay my darling; first I want you to order yourself a drink, something strong.

I got the bartender’s attention and got some rum and coke, not the strongest, but it was in my taste. Sipping on my drink I waited for his next text as I looked around the room. There was so much sexual energy on the dance floor. Two girls danced with legs intertwined, rubbing pussies on each other’s thighs. A couple vigorously grinded in the middle of the dance floor attracting a small audience, and there was a man sitting at a table in the corner trying to sooth his hard on underneath the table with his hand. I stared at the man, taking a break from my drink. He didn’t know that he was being watched from across the room by me. It was really sexy watching a man get hard and watching him giving into his need of touching himself.

Mr. Young: Go over to that young man and touch his cock.

Me: Yes, Mr. Young, gladly.

I said gladly but honestly I was a bit nervous. I had never touched another man’s cock before, but right now it looked so good. I made sure my hair was in place and my breast were pushed up and walked over to where the lone young man sat. We made eye contact and I smiled mischievously. I then asked could I sit next to him. His smile said yes in return. I could feel my heart in my chest as I sat down next to him and eased my hand onto his lap. He looked at me in shock but there was no protest. He had an exceptionally large and thick cock, the kind of cock you wouldn’t mind ramming into any of your holes. As I stroked him I felt myself getting warmer and warmer. He pulled my chair closer to his and I continued to touch him through his pants. He was so hard. “Oh baby, that feels so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear leaning over to me. My big lips parted thinking about taking his cock into my mouth. Just as I reached for his zipper I felt the buzz of my phone. I told the young man I had to go, leaving him wanting more, but I was anxious for my next command…this was getting very sexy.

Mr. Young: Not just yet my love, we need to get you wet. I want you to go into the bathroom and ask a woman to take your panties off.

Me: Yes Mr. Young.

Mr. Young: And ask her to kiss your pussy gently.

I did as he told me to and found the women’s bathroom, which was strangely empty. I checked myself in the mirror and saw that I was indeed breathing hard. My breast rose and feel with each Kadıköy Anal Escort breathe but it was an exhilarating feeling. Let’s go, I thought to myself. I climbed up on the sink of the bathroom and sat with my back up against the mirror. I lifted the hem of my dress over my thighs and spread my legs with my heels on the counter. I watched the door waiting for lucky lady who would get to see my bare pussy. Already in my anticipation I could see my sheer light pink panties getting a wet spot right over my pussy hole. Just looking at myself down there made me even wetter. I couldn’t help but touch the wet spot of my soft panties. I ran my finger down the slit of my pussy lips, with each stroke I got deeper and deeper…

“Hello,”she started, a gothic girl with bright red hair. She looked at me like she wanted to tear me apart with her teeth. I couldn’t help but smile once more. I had never been touched by a woman but right there on the counter with my legs spread, I would have let anyone touch me.

“Can you take off my panties and kiss my clit,” I boldly asked. I continued to touch myself as she got closer. She looked so familiar to me and then I remembered she was one of those girls on the dance floor who was using anther girl’s thigh to get off. She had massive breasts that spilled from her corseted top that I could not turn my eyes away from. I was completely straight but there was no denying that the woman had beautiful breast.

“Mmmmm, I knew tonight would be a good night…I love,” she began then got half an inch from my ear and whispered “sweet cunt.” A knot grew in my throat as she slid off my panties from my long brown legs. She threw them onto the floor and spread my legs as far apart as she could get them. “I only get a kiss?”

“Only a kiss,” I teased. She then told me that she would make it a good kiss. She lowered her head so that my clit was eye level to her. Slowly she came at my soft skin with her lips. First contact made me gasp as I felt her tongue run up my slit to my wanting clit. Suddenly I could hear my phone buzzing once more, but I did not go to it immediately. The woman took my clit into her mouth and gave it a nice strong suck. I closed my eyes taking in the feeling of her mouth on my privates. The pressure and the wetness were just right, but I had to stop her and get my next order from Mr. Young.

Mr. Young: Do not put those panties back on my little slut. I want you to go upstairs to VIP room number 3 and masturbate for whoever is in that room.

Me: Yes, Mr. Young

Mr. Young: Get nice and wet for them sweetheart.

I thanked the busty woman and made my way up the stairs to the VIP rooms. No one stopped me from wondering about trying to find room number 3. As I walked I could feel just how wet I was from those previous episodes, which made the breeze between my legs even better. I was feeling so sexy, strutting my stuff like I was the hottest woman in the world. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to see the young man with the hard cock following me with a sexy smirk on his face. I let him follow me to VIP room number 3. I opened the door and there were 3 young men taking shots. They looked up at me when I entered and starting cheering. I did Kadıköy Yaşlı Escort not know if they were expecting me or if they were just drunk but I didn’t care. I was ready to go and do my thing.

I walked over to the table in the middle of the small room and got on top of it like I did in the bathroom. The young man who followed me in got in a better position to see the show. In my hand were my wet panties which I used to then wipe the juices away from my wet cunt. Immediately the men started to whoop and holler at me in encouragement as I swirled the panties over my head and flinged them to my admirers. They all looked at me with wanting eyes just like the girl in the bathroom and I couldn’t not help but give them what they wanted. I closed my eyes and listened to the music blaring in the club. I pretended like I was dancing for Mr. Young while I slowly took off my little red dress. When I was done stripping all I had on was my strapless bra and my black heels. I danced on to the table rolling my hips and thrusting them into the air. My body felt like heaven to myself. My hands went everywhere, from my neck to my stomach and down to my thighs. I did not open my eyes to see what my admirers where doing but I had some idea. Just the thoughts of cocks made me want to touch myself and perform for them, cocks all around me and in me…cocks, cock, cocks, cock! Wet one all for me.

I opened my eyes when I finally came out of my trance to see two cocks in front of my face ready for me to suck. Yummy, I thought. I didn’t know which cock to suck first, I wanted them both. On my knees I took the cock closest to my mouth straight into my mouth and grabbed onto the other one to get it ready. My mission was to make them all cum whether it was in my mouth or elsewhere, no man would walk out of this room unsatisfied.

“That’s right my little cumwhore, suck those cocks,” Mr. Young told me. I could not see him because I was too busy with cock number 1. He was deep in my mouth getting harder and wetter but I pulled him out to get a taste of the other cock. When I looked there were not only two cocks now, but four, none of which were Mr. Young’s, I could always recognize his appetizing cock. Cocks 2, 3 and 4 all had a go at my salivating and welcoming mouth. Those lovely cocks filled my mouth and peeped at my throat. I sucked them each like it was my last time. Precum was all over my face and dripping onto my chest. They started to get inpatient and jab any part of my face with their hungry cocks. From behind someone unsnapped my strapless bra and it fell releasing my large C cup breasts. While I sucked cocks and rubbed my moist pussy men grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples. I was so fucking amazing! “Where do you want to cum?”

I asked cock number 1. He told me he wanted to cum right in my mouth. I liked his answer. I sucked him vigorously with my large and powerful lips. Then my mouth covered the top half of his large cock and my hand covered the rest in a slippery grasp. I was now in the cock zone where nothing existed but my mouth and his cock. His warm cum surged into my mouth and I swallowed all that I could. Cock number two pushed cock 1 out of the way and came right onto my tits without me even touching Kadıköy Zenci Escort him. I rubbed the cum all over my big tits like it was a nice lotion. Cocks 3 and 4 just wanted to cum on my face and I let them lace my lips, eyelashes, nose, hair, and cheeks with fresh sticky white cum. It was truly a cum bath.

“Get over here my sexy little cumwhore.” I rose from my knees and followed the voice. There he was, Mr. Young, dressed in a nice all black suit. He looked so handsome and distinguished and most of all ready to do some very naughty things. I could see the bulge in his dark pants and I immediately reached for it. He dismissed the four other men in the room and told them to close the door behind them. I was covered in cum, but I still wanted more, his cum. He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I hurriedly undid his pants and found his cock. There was no hesitation as I shoved it as far as I could in my mouth. “You’ve been such a good little cumwhore, sucking all of those cocks like that and showing all of those men your sexy cunt.”

“Mmmmm, but all I really want is your cock.” I told him with his precum lacing my lips.

“That’s right baby, suck my cock.” On my knees I grabbed onto the back of his thighs and held onto his cock deep in my mouth, going in and out, getting tighter and tighter.

“I want your cunt baby, sit on my face.” He took off his clothes and sat up against the wall. With my hand I parted my pussy lips and straddled his body standing so that my clit was right on his face. His pink tongue greeted me in a sweet lick, even better than the busty goth in the bathroom. I threw my head back and grinded my clit against him. I loved the way Mr. Young ate my pussy, he treated it so right…

He couldn’t get enough of my cunt and I couldn’t get enough of his tongue, but I wanted his cock again, but this time deep in me. “Oh put it in me please, please Mr. Young. He pulled me down to him, on top of him, and rammed that hard cock deep into my pussy. When he penetrated me I cried out and yelled his name. As he fucked me I looked deep into his eyes and thanked him with my pussy. I made sure I was tight and snug for him, contracting my muscles. He held onto me and pinched my bouncing nipples. “Yes, Mr. Young, oh yes….fuck me!” He pumped his hot cock into me and I thought he would cum, but he stopped and demanded to have my ass. I crawled on the floor on all fours. My pussy was dripping wet and stretched. I was ready for my ass to get some action as well. Bent over, I felt his fingers dig into my cunt and scope the wetness out to lub my asshole and his hot cock. “Give it to me Mr. Young. Fuck my ass!”

“Oh I am going to fuck you alright—”

His cock probed into my tight asshole slowly. Feeling his cock push into me was the most amazing feeling ever. I licked my cum covered lips as his cock went deeper and deeper into my ass. I felt like I was being massaged from within. He had fucked my pussy viciously but this time he took his time and fucked my ass gently just like I liked it. We rocked into each other both enjoying the sights and feelings of it all. We took our beautiful fucking to the wall and he fucked me from behind holding onto my swollen breasts. It was the perfect way to end the night, especially when he came into my asshole just as I was cumming from rubbing my own clit. In the VIP room we laid on the floor in cool down mode stroking each other’s worn privates. “Did you like that game?”

“Yes, Mr. Young,” I told him before kissing him in great appreciation.

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It was a slow morning, the usual clientele filtered in and out – putting in their orders and shuffling out the door to face the brutally cold weather on the way to brutally menial jobs. Construction workers, lawyers, cops, engineers and college students ordered their lattes, snacks and anything else they needed to fill their stomachs.

Becky was the only girl on shift this morning, she woke up early and put on her push-up bra, thong panties, a rather tight t-shirt, the company vest with nametag that said “Becky – your coffee specialist” and a skirt. She wore flats because wearing heels would absolutely kill her. It was too cold for a skirt, but Becky did whatever her boss wanted and he wanted her to wear the skirt.

The day was uneventful but Becky had a special friend, someone she met over the internet and she enjoyed his company. During lulls throughout the day, Becky would receive orders from her special friend. Today his order was for her to remove her panties and work the rest of the day essentially with nothing between her pussy and the skirt. Becky went into the bathroom and sat down, pulling her panties down her smooth silky white thighs and let them fall to her ankles. She pulled her feet through them and noticed the large wet spot from her dirty thoughts earlier. She put the Kadıköy Türbanlı Escort underwear in her purse and went back to work.

The strangers walked in, made their orders and Becky dutifully did her job. She was obedient in every way, always wanting to make the customers happy and in so doing, validated herself through her work. Her only desire since she was a young teenager was to make people pleased with her. She felt a warm glow when someone was genuinely delighted to have been in her presence and like a drug, she always wanted more approval.

Her special friend made her always sit with her legs open. Becky would often sit at a table near the counter when business was slow and text on her phone. Every part of Becky told her she must cross her legs to be a proper girl, especially since she went along with this idea of removing her own panties! Her bald bare pussy could be seen by anyone sitting a few tables away. She looked up and noticed someone sitting there looking right at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment – the humiliation was palpable. The man looked back at his newspaper with a nod of disapproval. Becky was mortified, yet her pussy only became even wetter and began to seep out of her moist hole. She quickly stood up and went to the bathroom.

Then Kadıköy Otele Gelen Escort another text appeared on her phone. “Go somewhere quiet and rub your pussy until you are close to orgasm… then stop.” It was her special friend. She felt compelled to do it. There was no way he could verify, but she knew she had to do it. To be able to tell him that she complied with his order and to be truthful about it. She was raised to always tell the truth and to always do as she was told. She considered her special friend to be superior to her, but she didn’t really know why. He just had a way with words and her pussy would respond strongly. She felt like he owned her pussy and was helpless to stop him from making her sex do as he pleased.

Since she was already in the bathroom, she rubbed her clit and felt an immediate ripple of pleasure throughout her entire body. This was wrong… she was at work. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she continued to rub her clit and slide her fingers down along her pussy, spreading herself slightly before sliding a finger into herself. She wanted to moan, but was mortally afraid of someone walking into the public bathroom and hearing her making these primal noises.

It usually took her a while to climax, but she was acutely Kadıköy Ucuz Escort aware of how quickly she ventured to almost making herself cum. The intense feeling of being in a semi-public place, knowing there might be customers outside waiting wondering where she was, the humiliation of doing this naughty thing she was ordered to do. Her lips parted slightly as she licked her lips, feeling great but wanting to release yet knowing she wasn’t allowed to. She rubbed her hot burning pussy again and let out a high pitched squeal and finally stopped. Licking her juices off her fingers and cleaning them with a piece of toilet paper, she wiped off some cum from her thighs and responded to the text.

“Sir, I’m so close… may I please cum?”

“No, get back to work, you little slut.”

She pulled her skirt back up and walked out, checked herself in the mirror and walked back out into the shop. Her legs were weak and her pussy had an itch that needed to be scratched badly. Three customers were waiting and she hurried back to take their orders, her voice cracking as she tried to get through it. They looked at her oddly. The last customer was the man sitting in the chair. He ordered another coffee to go and set down his phone on the counter as he went for his wallet.

Becky returned with his coffee and waited for the man while he looked for change. For whatever reason, Becky glanced down at the phone and her cheeks burned red, she drew in her breath and felt her pussy clench tightly as a thunderously intense orgasm flooded through her body. It simply said “No, get back to work, you little slut.”

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Sorry about the teaser but I couldn’t help myself. If there’s something you’d like to see happen or see more of let me know. Open to suggestions.

Damien continued to hold Chloe. Still a little upset about the events from earlier but felt now was the time to dish out punishment.

“Lay down at the head of the bed!” he told her in the sternest voice he could muster to cover up his lust for her. He knew it worked as she scrambled to the top of the bed to get in position for whatever he was going to do to her.

He got off the bed, all while watching her as she lay down on her back.

“No, on your stomach, ass in the air.”

As she was turning over, she didn’t see him pick up the flagger but her ass did as soon as she was in position.

WHACK!!!

“Hurry up next time,” he said after he listened to her scream of surprise and whimper in pain. “Don’t move. I know you have a hard time listening but hopefully this time it’ll work out for you.”

He then laid the flagger on the bed and picked up the scarves. He tied her left wrist first because it was right next to him. He definitely didn’t want to hurt her so he tied two scarves together to lengthen them so they’d reach across his bed to his bed post. He then walked around and repeated everything for her right wrist. He left her ankles untied. Once he was finished he walked to the foot of the bed and admired his work. She was squirming all over the place, already in anticipation of what he was going to do next and oh were they both going to enjoy it!

He climbed up on the bed behind her and touched her ass. She shivered from his touch on her body. He caressed her ass, and up her back lost in his thoughts. “I think I’m in love with her and I know that sounds so cliché because of what we’re doing and she’ll probably think the same so I’ll wait to tell her. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Is this what you want Chloe? You want me to spank you? To FUCK you?” he said in the most deepest, lustful voice she had ever heard from him.

She nodded her head and the air was filled with a SLAP! He’d picked up the flagger and hit her ass.

“AHHH!” she screamed.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“YES!”

“Much better thank you.” he smirked.

He again set the flagger back down, went into his bathroom and got the massage oil he kept there. He had a personal masseuse and liked this particular oil. He walked back to the bed, opened the bottle and squirted some on her ass. He heard her gasp but continued until it was dripping past her pussy on to the bed. He then took both his hands and started rubbing the oil in. He slapped her right ass cheek and watched as excess oil fell off on to the bed. He used the extra oil on his hands and rubbed it on his hard dick. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life. He slid an oily finger into her pussy, and watched as her pussy lips closed around istanbul escort it.

“Ohh,” Chloe moaned. “Fuck me already Damien, PLEASE!” she begged him.

He slid his finger in and out for another minute and decided it was time to stop teasing her. Having been stroking himself the whole time, he used that same hand to guide his dick into her.

“Mmm,” they moaned at the same time.

He only slid in half way, afraid he would cum from all the sensations her pussy was producing on his dick. After the much needed pause on both sides, he slid in all the way and they both exhaled when his pelvis met her ass. He slowly started thrusting, both of them simply enjoying the moment of two people being connected in the most intimate way. He continued this pace until he felt her start throwing it back on him. His hands had been on her hips the whole time. Watching her ass jiggle was doing a number on him.

“Ohhh…yes,” Chloe moaned as Damien slapped her ass. She loved it. The slaps went straight to her pussy making it throb.

“Mm,” Damien groaned as he felt her pussy spasm around him. He loved how tight and wet she was, and it was all his.

Damien sped up his thrust again until he was giving it to her like he already knew she loved. Hell who was he kidding he loved it too. He loved the noises her juicy pussy made. He could feel the juices running down his leg; and couldn’t help himself. He pulled out and bent down until his face was at the same level as her pussy and his hands on her ass to keep her still. He groaned as he got a whiff of her, and then went in. He dragged his tongue from her Clit, over her lips and up to her asshole. He took these long drags with his tongue until he had her writhing as far as her bonds would allow her. He was done teasing himself so he plunged his tongue as far as his face would allow into her. He swirled it around and then withdrew to do it all over.

“Oh my… Damien,” Chloe moaned out. She was ready for him to put her out her misery. As if reading her thoughts he did just that.

He thrusted back into her but this time there was no room for teasing. He was thrusting into her so fast she could barely breathe. All that was heard were the slaps of his pelvis meeting her ass.

“Oh FUCK you’re gonna make me cum. Oh Yes!!”

“You gonna cum nasty girl? You gonna cum all over my dick?”

“YESS!!” Chloe managed to scream out just as her orgasm hit her, and cum she did. She had never squirted until Damien, and her juices were all over him and the bed. Her pussy was grabbing Damien so hard he had to pull out.

“Oh fuck, that tight juicy pussy,” he said as he bent down and slurp up her cum that was still pouring out of her like a waterfall.

“Oohh. No more baby. No more,” Chloe panted.

“Mm hm,” Damien moaned into her pussy.

“DAMIEN!” Chloe scream as she had a second orgasm from Damien sucking escort bayan on her sensitive Clit.

“Mmm… mmm” Damien moaned into her again. He took two more long licks from her Clit up to her asshole before he sat back and looked at her.

She had fell on to her right hip and her knees were bent towards her chest; but her breast were flat on the bed. She was still breathing heavy from the second orgasm, having not caught her breath from the first. Her curly hair was all over the place including her face and every time she took a breath wisps of it blew out and then fell back down. He sat back on his heels and started stroking his dick. Just knowing that he had pleasured his woman to near slumber had him turned on beyond belief.

Chloe heard his breathing changed and looked back to see what he was doing. His hand was stroking his dick at a fast pace, his head was thrown back and his mouth was slightly open. She got back up on her knees and turned her head as far as she could to get a better look. Damien heard her moved and opened his eyes. Once he saw her ass back in the air he was done. He hurriedly rose back up on his knees and barely made it back into her before he exploded.

“DAMIEN NO!!!” Chloe screamed as she tried to pull away from him. “O-M-G. We’ve already had this discussion from the last time. He knows I’m not on birth control!!!!!! ” She screamed in her head.

All that could be heard were Damien’s moans and groans as he had one of the biggest orgasms in his life. OH FUCK! He thought to himself as he tightened his hold on her hips to keep her in place.

“Oh FUCK,” he exclaimed as he stopped moving and started to slowly com down from his high. “Chloe we’ve discussed this already. You’re going to have my kids and we’re going to get married. All a matter of time and if it happens to be sooner than later so be it.”

“NO Damien” Chloe responded back. “How do you know that I don’t have plans with my life pre-baby and pre-marriage? Did you stop to think to ask me that?”

“I know what your plans are pre-baby, it’s pregnancy and pre-marriage is engagement,” Damien said deciding to be a smart-ass.

“Ugh! Untie me. Now.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“N-O,” he spelled out.

“No. I quite like you like this,” he said as he massaged her ass cheeks.

“Dameinnn,” Chloe moaned out. “Please,” she whispered and regretted it 5 seconds later because that’s all it took for Damien to get hard again after hearing her beg.

“Damien! NO! We don’t…uh…oh yes baby harder!” Chloe said as she started throwing it back.

“Mmm hmm,” Damien moaned as he picked up his pace and slapped her ass. She turned her head to look back at him, she’d see him with his head titled back, eyes closed and biting down on his bottom lip.

“YES!” Chloe screamed already feeling her orgasm creeping up on her.

Damien was glad they weren’t at his Kadıköy escort penthouse downtown. Miss. Schueller would be all over his door with all the screams Chloe was producing. “She’s gonna be pissed but oh well she’ll get over it. We’re getting married and she WILL have my babies.” Damien thought to himself as he felt his orgasm coming. He continued to pump into her until Chloe’s next words took him over the edge.

“FUCK….I’m cumming baby. I’m cumming all over that dick!”

“Oh FUCK,” Damien groaned out as he felt her pussy spasm and tighten on his dick. He blew his load inside her again. He kept thrusting into her until she had drained everything from him which in turn prolonged her orgasm. He slowly pulled out of her, and as soon as he did their combined cum ran out and on to the bed.

He got up and untied her wrist and pulled her up into a hug. He breathed in their combined scent and relished just holding her in his arms.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No love, not at all. I wanted all of it!”

“Ok,” he breathed into her neck before leaning back to take her hand, then guided her into the bathroom so they could take a hot shower.

Once they got out Chloe helped Damien make the bed after his many protest to her that he had it but she wanted him to hurry up, she was sleepy! He had worn her out! They got into the bed both on their right sides spooning ,and before either could finish “good night” they were both asleep.

**********

Three weeks later…

Everything had been going great. Chloe was spending more time at Damien’s house much to his delight. Their relationship couldn’t get any better. Chloe was out to lunch with Eddie one afternoon when it hit her.

“OH MY GOD!!” Chloe yelled out as she held a menu for a café not too far from both their offices.

“Chloe what the fuck girl?!” Eddie said as he looked around to make sure she hadn’t disturbed too many other patrons lunch with her outburst.

“I haven’t had my period. I should’ve had it a week ago. I haven’t even been thinking. I knew this was going to happen, I told-” Chloe panicked.

Eddie held his hands up to stop her rambling and to bring her back down to earth before she spazed out any further.

“Woo woo woo Chloe bring it back boo. Slow all that down, I haven’t eaten yet. You throwing too much at me and you know without food I’m already a diva.”

“Eddie!” Chloe whined. “I’m freaking pregnant!!”

“You don’t know that, just calm down and we’ll go get a test after we eat.”

“I don’t want to be pregnant yet.”

“Guurrl…that’s the easiest way to snatch him up!”

“Oh I don’t need to do that, he’s already attached. He snatched ME up or did you forget?”

“Oh I haven’t forgotten anything involving him.”

“What? Well you better because he’s off limits!” Chloe said as she leaned over the table to make sure Eddie understood her.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Mmm hmm my ass. Don’t play Eddie, He doesn’t swing that way anyway and you for damn sure know it.”

“Oh how I wish,” Eddie said as he dreamily looked up.

“Shut up and quit lusting after my man,” Chloe said as they both shared a laugh…

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Bella woke with a start. She was still for several moments trying to orient herself in the dark. When the evening’s events rushed back into her sleep-deprived brain, her cheeks burned so hot she felt they must glow in the dark. She realized the heaviness in her body was not all in her body, but on it as well. She lay in a tangle of arms and legs, cocooned between and under the two men who had given her the night of her life; a night of unbelievable passion and raw sex.

Holy shit! she thought. I wasn’t dreaming. She smiled, completely satisfied in all ways at this particular moment. She had been thoroughly used in the best ways by two (count them, two!) incredibly hot, sexy and attentive men! Wow!

Trying not to disturb Aidan and Eli, the two men she was currently sharing a bed with, as little as possible, Bella began the tedious process of untangling herself from two sets of arms and legs. After she’d accomplished the painstaking process of freeing herself, she inched her way down the bed with as little commotion as possible, desperately needing to use the bathroom and have a moment to herself. Fumbling in the dark, Bella found her purse and made her way to the bathroom of the private room Aidan and Eli, as the owners of the bondage dungeon The Whip and Dagger, kept at the club. Quietly shutting the door, Bella flipped on the bathroom light. Setting her purse on the counter, she quickly relieved her aching bladder before turning to look at herself in the mirror above the sink.

Bella let out a bark of delighted laughter. She looked like a woman that had been thoroughly fucked! Sex wasn’t something she’d had since her horrifically image shattering break-up with her ex six months prior. Well, fuck him, she thought. Look at me now! Aidan and Eli certainly had no problem with her excess body weight, seeming to delight in her body, in fact. Bella’s normally very sleek black, a-line haircut was disheveled to the point of hilarity; half of her hair sticking nearly straight up. Her eyeliner and mascara was smeared in that universal way that made a woman look like a raccoon and her red lipstick stained much of the skin around her mouth. She gave herself a self-satisfied smile in the mirror.

“What’s so amusing?”

Having been so absorbed in her analysis of her post-coital looks, Bella had failed to notice Eli open the bathroom door. She looked over to find him leaning against the frame of the door in all his beautiful naked glory, a sexy half-smile on his mouth. Feeling extremely exposed, Bella desperately looked for something to cover herself with. Finding nothing but a small hand towel, Bella settled for awkwardly fluttering her hands in an attempt to cover her nakedness.

“Don’t you dare, Bella!” Eli commanded. “After last night you really feel it necessary to hide yourself from me?” Anger brewed in his deep chocolate brown eyes and he ran his hand through his sleep-tousled dark blonde hair. Eli stepped into the room, grabbing Bella’s shoulders in a gentle grasp.

“I guess I’m just so used to hating my body. I’m sorry, it’s not meant to insult you.”

“I love your body, Bella,” he told her as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. Bella moaned, opening her mouth in an invitation for Eli to deepen the kiss. He instantly obliged, thrusting his tongue in, prompting her to suck it deeply into her mouth. As they continued to devour each other’s mouths, Eli moved a hand from her shoulder to bury in the hair at the nape of her neck, roughly pulling her head back. Releasing her mouth, he trailed hard, sucking kisses down her neck, making sure to mark her skin. Making his way to her ear, he whispered to her, “Princess, you are mine, for now at least. Don’t ever degrade what is mine!”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again,” Bella promised.

With a kiss on the tip of her nose, Eli released his grip on her hair. “Now tell me what was so funny,” he told her, smiling once again.

“I was just thinking how thoroughly fucked I looked.”

“It’s a good look on you,” Eli complimented.

“I like it. I certainly like how I achieved it,” she responded playfully.

“I think we created a monster,” Eli laughed. “Let’s shower and I’ll wash you. All you have to do is stand there and be pampered.”

“How could I turn down an offer like that?” she responded.

Taking her by the hand, Eli led her toward a large open shower. It was huge, with two wall-mounted showerheads and a handheld one as well. He leaned in and adjusted the water to very hot, just the way Bella liked it. With a hand on her back, Eli guided Bella in to stand under the spray. She groaned as her well used muscles began to unknot under the hot water. Stepping in and pressing himself fully against the front of her, Eli tilted Bella’s head back and slicked her hair back under the spray. Over and over he smoothed her hair, until she was purring like a much petted feline. Reaching to the shelf behind her, Eli grabbed a bottle of lemon verbena scented shampoo. Bostancı Yabancı Escort The steam from the shower intensified the vibrant fragrance, helping to further awaken her. Eli lathered her hair and rinsed her before smoothing a matching conditioner into her hair.

“That is lovely, Eli,” Bella smiled.

“I love taking care of you. And I’m not done, baby,” he told her as he reached for a bottle of body wash and a washcloth, also on the convenient little shelf. Lathering the washcloth, he pulled her slightly out of the water. When he’d achieved a rich lather, Eli began scrubbing every inch of Bella’s body with the floral scented body wash. She moaned as, in the process of cleaning, he rubbed the last of the tension from her body. Along with the release of tension came a return of arousal and he’d yet to touch her in an overtly sexual manner since entering the shower.

Eli went to his knees to wash her below the waist, lifting one of her feet to the bench next to them. Bella reached a hand out to the wall to balance herself. Starting at her foot, he gently rubbed up her leg, stopping short of the juncture of her thighs. He repeated the process on her other leg. By this time, Bella was moaning in need. Finally, Eli brought the cloth to her aching cunt. Using just a single cloth covered finger, her washed along her slit, sliding inside to give her a thorough cleaning. Bella was moaning at the wonderful friction against her clit. Abruptly Eli stood.

“Let’s get you rinsed,” he told her, his voice rough with arousal.

Bella couldn’t speak, could merely nod. Eli reached for the handheld sprayer and began to rinse her off, paying extra attention to her large, hard nipples on her very plump breasts. Bella’s fingers curled into the tile on the shower wall, moaning in pleasure.

“Not nice,” came a voice from just outside the shower stall, “starting without me.”

Bella’s head jerked toward the voice in surprise. Aidan stood there, devouring her with his bright blue eyes, arousal clear in their depths as well as in the erection pointing straight out from his groin.

Bella could only stare. Eli continued to pluck at her hard nipples with one hand as he rinsed with the other, causing Bella to roll her eyes closed in pleasure. Aidan stepped into the shower and positioned himself behind Bella, pulling her back against his chest.

“Rinse her hair,” Eli requested. “Conditioner’s still in.” Bella wondered how he could keep his mind on such mundane matters when she was in the process of melting into a little puddle of arousal. She moaned again as Aidan’s hands began to coax the conditioner from her hair. The combination of having her hair and nipples rubbed made Bella’s knees weak.

Her hair completely rinsed, Aidan leaned in and gently kissed Bella on the cheek.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he whispered in her ear, followed by a nip on her lobe. Bella gave a little moan and leaned back into him. Aidan tilted her head back against his chest until she was staring up at him. He brought his mouth down upon hers, thoroughly kissing her senseless. While kissing Aidan, Bella was vaguely aware of the spray moving away from her breasts to rinse her belly. When the spray reached her pussy, Bella jerked against Aidan. The vibration of the spray against her sensitive cunt was amazing, yet not nearly enough. “Easy, baby,” he whispered against her mouth before deepening the kiss again. Bringing his hands up he palmed her breasts, rubbing her large nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing Bella to pant into the kiss.

Having finished rinsing all the soap from her body, Eli dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on Bella’s very rounded belly. Bella’s hips jerked in response. Kissing his way around her stomach and hips, Eli ran a single finger up and down her slit, slipping a little deeper with each pass, coaxing her amassing fluid out of her cunt. When his finger finally reached deep enough to rub her swollen clit, Bella reached down to thread her fingers in his hair, coaxing his mouth toward where she needed it most.

Aidan pulled away from the kiss. Reaching a hand up, he cupped her chin, forcing her head up off his chest. Leaning in until she could feel his breath on her ear, he told her, “Watch him. He’s going to eat your pretty little cunt again, baby girl. Would you like that?”

Bella nodded, desperately wanting his mouth on her. “Not good enough, baby. You know the rules. We want to hear it. Tell us what you want.”

“Please. I want him to eat me. I want to feel his teeth and tongue on my cunt. Please, Eli. Give it to me,” Bella whimpered.

“Fuck, princess,” Eli praised her, “you are so beautiful when you beg for what you want.” With that he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, teasing until she was thrusting her cunt at his face. Stilling her by placing the flat of his hands on her hips, Eli used his thumbs to spread her plump pussy lips apart. Feeling herself stretched so wide, Bostancı Yeni Escort Bella sighed in pleasure, knowing what was coming. Finally, Eli’s tongue found her clit, giving it a series of quick hard flicks before sucking it into his mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth.

“Fuck, Eli, it’s hot watching you eat that pretty little cunt.” Bella could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed hard against her ass. Tweaking one nipple, he reached down with his other hand to slide his cock between her ass cheeks and, as Eli continued to lick and nip at her luscious cunt, Aidan was slowly fucked her ass crack. He began nibbling her neck at the same time, sending Bella into sensory overload. The combination of watching Eli mouth fuck her cunt while Aidan played with her nipples and rode the crack of her ass was too much and, with a groan, Bella came, gushing fluid all over Eli’s chin with the power of her climax as he continued to work her pussy for several long minutes.

“So pretty, baby girl,” Aidan praised her, as Eli stood, licking her juices off his chin. When he leaned in, Bella tilted her chin expecting to receive a kiss, but was surprised when he bypassed her to lock mouths with Aidan. Bella gasped more in aroused shock than anything, her cunt spasming at the beauty of the two strong, dominant men locked in a passionate kiss, tongues dueling, teeth clashing.

“She tastes amazing, doesn’t she,” Eli asked Aidan, pulling back.

“Fuck yes.” Aidan agreed. Looking down at Bella, he asked, “Did we shock you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” Bella breathed brokenly, “but in an amazingly good way. That was beyond hot.” Eli smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. She could taste herself on her lips when he pulled away. “I’ve always enjoyed watching two men fuck. It’s been a secret little fixation of mine. Thank God for internet porn!”

“Shit, princess, you are a jewel,” Eli acclaimed. “I have a raging hard-on that is begging for your mouth. Now,” he added in a tone of command.

Bella began to drop to her knees, but was stopped by Aidan. “Oh, no, baby, not like that,” he informed her with a dark chuckle. Gripping her hip with one hand, he used his other to put pressure on her back, bending her at the waist. “I’ve got to get my cock in that soft, wet cunt of yours.”

Understanding now what was expected of her, Bella braced her hands on Eli’s thighs and, without preamble, took his cock deep into her mouth, down her throat, in on swift move. Eli grabbed her hair in his fist, groaning, “Fuck, princess, god yes.” Using his grip on her hair, he helped settle her into a rhythm that pleased him. With as little warning as Bella had given, Aidan thrust his cock deep in her tight cunt, bottoming out in her with a grunt. Bella gave a deep moan against Eli’s cock, causing him to groan and throw his head back as he thrust into her willing mouth. Aidan, aroused by the sight of Bella sucking his best friend and lover’s cock, set a punishing pace of hard pounding causing Bella to grunt around Eli’s cock repeatedly.

“Fuck, just like that Aidan,” Eli moaned. “Those little moans she keeps humming around my cock are gonna have me shooting in no time.” There were no sounds for several minutes, excluding moans and groans and slapping skin, as each concentrated on the mutual pleasure being exchanged.

After a time, Aidan addressed Bella. “Baby, I can feel you cunt going all fluttery around my cock. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Bella could merely moan her affirmation around Eli’s cock.

“Good,” Eli told her, “because here I go, princess.” With that he began coming in short jerky motions, shooting deep down her throat as Bella did her best to swallow it all. Aidan groaned behind her and began his own orgasm. Holding her hips tight, he ground his cock deep into her g-spot while he twitched with each spurt of ejaculation. The pressure was just enough to set Bella off again and sucking hard on the softening cock in her mouth, she orgasmed yet again. Aidan gently pulled out of Bella’s still pulsing cunt.

Both men gently helped her upright and, together, set about to quickly clean her up again as she languidly leaned against them both. Aidan hopped out of the shower to get her a large fluffy towel. He made quick work of wrapping her hair turban style before wrapping her in another large towel.

“Take your time and dry off, baby girl. Eli and I are going to get clean.” He hopped back in the shower and, each taking a separate shower head, he and Eli went about getting clean. While she dried off, Bella watched them; fascinated by their manly rituals of shaving and washing. Two more beautiful men she had never seen. Once she was dry, she wrapped the towel around herself and sat on the stool in front of the built in vanity next to the sink and watched as they both stepped out of the shower to dry themselves.

Aidan wrapped his towel around his waist and announced that he was going to go order breakfast. “What do you want for breakfast,” Bostancı Masaj Salonu he asked Bella, “the kitchen is staffed at all hours.”

“Oh, nothing. I never eat breakfast, only coffee with lots of creamer.”

“Well, that’s going to change. I’m not going to allow you to starve yourself,” he told her with a look that dared her to argue. Feeling too good to bother, Bella acquiesced.

“How about some fruit then? I’m really not that hungry, but I’ll take fruit if that will please you.”

“What will please us,” Eli interjected, “is for you to let us take care of you.”

Feeling warmth spread in her belly, Bella thanked them. “That means a lot to me. I’ve taken care of myself for so long. It’s nice to let someone else do it for a while.”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Aidan left the bathroom to order breakfast. Eli, wrapped in his towel, told Bella, “I’m going to go throw on some clothes. There are brushes, toothbrushes, hairdryer, cosmetics, etc. in the cabinet. Feel free to use anything you’d like. There’s also a robe on the back of the door.” Bella raised an eyebrow in question and not a little jealousy. Eli laughed. “Don’t worry. We haven’t fucked anyone in here, outside of each other, in a very long time. We were tired of settling.” Pleased with what that implied about her, Bella smiled.

“About that, the fucking each other thing? When do I get to watch that?”

Eli laughed again. “You are a dirty little girl! Soon, princess, soon. We want to give you everything and if that’s what you want, you’ll get it.”

“Ok, let me get myself pretty, because right now what I want more than anything is a cup of creamer with a little coffee!”

While Bella dried her hair and applied a small amount of cosmetics, limited by what she had with her in her bag, she listened to the murmur of the men’s voices in the other room while they bustled about. Giving herself a once-over with a shrug of resignation, Bella wrapped herself in the plush terry cloth robe and exited the bathroom.

“You boys are sure efficient,” Bella noted aloud as she entered the bedroom. The bed had been put to rights, the men were dressed and their breakfast was set up at a table in a corner. There was also a large, plush sofa along the wall next to the table. Funny, how she’s had tunnel vision for the bed and sexual furniture last night. She felt herself blush at the thought of some of the things they’d done in that bed.

“Hey pretty girl,” Eli said, coming across the room to take her hand, “come have a seat. Breakfast is served,” he announce with a flourish of his arm. Aidan held out a fully upholstered chair for her. Gracing each with a shy smile, Bella sat and picked up her cup of coffee. Taking a sip, she hummed in approval.

“Yummy; almost sweet enough.”

“Baby girl,” Aidan laughed, “any sweeter and your teeth would fall out.”

“I know. Just the way I like it.” Both Aidan and Eli took a seat, caging her in. Their attentiveness and nearness made Bella feel cherished and safe.

“Bella,” Eli began, “we’d like to talk to you about something.” Bella stilled, coffee halfway to her mouth. “Don’t worry, princess, it’s nothing bad. We would really like you to spend the weekend with us while considering a proposition we have for you.”

“We’d like you to consider becoming our sub. We know it’s only been a night, but you fit us. We haven’t been with anyone else in a long while, so this isn’t a rash decision. Spend the weekend with us, get to know us better.”

“Uh, wow? I’m in love with the idea of spending the weekend with you guys! And I’m really curious about the d/s lifestyle, especially what your version of it is. I know there are as many different ways to live the life as there are people. I feel amazed that you would consider me as a sub, so yes, definitely yes, I would be very pleased to spend the weekend with you. But no promises.”

“Good enough,” Aidan replied, “but be warned: we are going to do our best to convince you!”

“I can’t wait,” Bella giggled, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just giggled!”

“Baby girl, you are even hot when you giggle, especially when your blush so prettily. It reminds me of when you cum,” he teased her hotly, causing her blush to intensify greatly. Reaching over, he fed her a bite of ice cold melon, helping to cool her hot blush.

“So,” Eli interrupted, “I have some bookkeeping to do that I can’t put off,” he informed Bella with a frown. “We were thinking that Aidan could take you by your place so you could pick up some of your things for the weekend. I don’t think you’ll need many clothes,” he said with a smirk, “but you might want some personal items. Then we thought we’d meet up for a late lunch at Jake’s downtown.”

“I love Jake’s! Sounds great.”

“Then we are going to take you shopping for some sexy things we can enjoy taking off of you.”

“Hell no,” Bella replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee.

“What do you mean ‘hell no’, Bella?” Aidan replied, heat of anger creeping into his voice.

“I mean hell no, there is no way you are taking me shopping! I can barely get through a shopping trip on my own without going into a weeklong ice-cream bender. How do you expect me to try on clothes in front of the two of you?”

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Author’s Note

So this is not my first story but it is the first I’m publishing here. I have chapter 2 written already but I wanted to get some feedback before I post it. ALL criticism is welcome.

*****

Rose yawned and checked her watch. 10:38.

“Okay maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up to watch that Scandal marathon last night, but Olivia was stressing me out.” She thought to herself rubbing her eyes. Not even the heavily sugared coffee she clutched in her dark brown hand would keep her awake.

To be fair Scandal wasn’t the only thing that occupied her usual sleeping hours. In fact the thing that kept her awake the most was currently burning a hole in her purse or more specifically her cell phone. Yes. A dreaded dating app. If she was being honest with herself she’d admit that she had stayed awake fielding all sorts of romantic, creepy, or sometimes downright scary messages.

But you know what they say, hindsight and numbers and all that.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a large thick manila envelope plopping on her desk near where her feet lay. Rose’s eyes lingered there a moment then meandered their way up a lime green blazer to the severe green eyes of Sonya Carvalho.

Her temples throbbed at the sight of her. Nevertheless Rose smiled, no, beamed at her boss.

“Sonya! What can I d-” she was quickly cut off.

“Save the small talk, Ms. Carmichael.” the boss commonly known as the dragon lady waved her hand imperiously as if to ensure Rose that she required no pleasantries. “There are clients waiting in conference room B, this folder holds their details. See what they want, get the job done.” Sonya dictated, tone clipped as always. Rose dropped her red pumps to the floor, pushed away from her desk and stood. Before she could even leave her office space Sonya placed her hand on Rose’s shoulder, adding; “oh and one more thing? Do it the Sonya way.”

It took all she had for her to not roll her eyes. Rose muttered something that sounded affirmative and moved onto the conference room. Flipping through the folders she scanned the various stats. Nothing too special, just a mid-size tech firm in need of some public presence.

“We can’t all be Google now, can we?” She snickered to herself Bostancı Ukraynalı Escort before she pushed the heavy wood doors of the conference room open. Or tried to anyway.

“Oh my god.” She swore, banging her shoulder against the wood. At 5’7 Rose wasn’t insubstantial in height or weight. With thick thighs, arms that had a little jiggle and a not so flat stomach she’d gotten her fair share of stares. She shoved at the door twice more before it swung open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Immediately three pairs of eyes locked on to her standing in the doorway.

“Gentlemen! I apologize for my…loud entrance.” Rose laughed nervously. She sat on the other side of the small conference table and took in her brand new clients. In front of her was tall light skin man with his hair shaved closed to his head. On his right was a bright eyed blond, with a large but not off putting nose. And to the left…

‘Shit.’ Rose thought, because to the left sat her highschool boyfriend. John Sebastian Hayes. In fact now that she was paying attention, all three men were her former classmates and from the look in their eyes, they’d realized it too.

The man in the middle, Dionte, spoke first. “Rose? Rosemary Carmichael! Holy shit is that you?” All she could do was nod in stunned silence as Chris joined in animatedly and asked her what she’d been doing all this time. While Rose had just done her best to answer her two classmates’ questions, out of the corner of her eye she could see John sitting there with this sort of amused look on his face.

‘Just who does he think he is,’ she fumed internally ‘sitting there on his fine ass looking even better than he did when were kids.’ In the seven years since they’d seen each other John had filled out generously, his jaw taking on a strong shape, arms muscled under the rolled sleeve of his dress shirt. But his eyes were just as intense as the day she last saw him. Of course that day they had been glaring at her, but today, those dark green irises were filled with…longing?

Oh fuck.

Chris finally slowed his line of questioning and turned to look at John, who at this point was full on staring at Rose now.

“J, buddy, got anything to ask?” Bostancı Üniversiteli Escort

‘Oh no no. No God please. Don’t let this man open his mouth.’

John quirked an eyebrow at his friends and turned to lock eyes with Rose, toting a smile that could only be described as dangerous.

“No. I think you guys hit all the bases, besides there isn’t much I don’t know about Rosie. After all I was her bo-“

“Booooyology partner! Lab partners. Mmhmm. We were partners for two years right John?” She laughed too loudly and slapped her hands on the table. Dionte shook his head and laughed along. John just shot her a small frown, his eyes promising they would talk later.

‘Good God in heaven please help me.’ Rose sent a quick prayer to the almighty and spoke again.

“Well, as fun as catching up is, we should probably get down to business huh?” Rose withdrew the papers from her manila folder and began to pitch ideas for a national ad campaign. Within an hour and a half the former classmates had worked out a serious blueprint to get their tech into the public’s eye and hopefully their hands soon after. But each and every time she had glanced at John (despite her brain telling her not to) she’d met the same heated gaze, the one that made her knees jelly.

When all the hands had been shook Rose almost ran into the staff lounge, hands shaking.

“Oh shit. No. Oh my god.” Rose looked up at the office ceiling.

“Jesus, why are you doing this? Hmm? What did I do for you to put this man back in my life? Was it because I cut that lady off? I was late!” Just then a shadow loomed over her.

“Good to see you still do that.”

His voice made her shiver, its deep tone hitting her right at her core. She turned quickly to face John, serious frown faltering at his proximity. His pink lipped smile shifted into a loaded smirk. Rose steepled her hands together to stop them from pulling out her curly dark hair.

“Y-you can’t be in here J.” She cursed both her stutter and her use of the friendly nickname she’d given him in the 11th grade.

He lifted his blond eyebrows at her in mock surprise. “Oh! Are you going to stop pretending you don’t know me now?” He chirped.

Irritated, Bostancı Vip Escort Rose snapped back. “I wasn’t pretending anything. I greeted you just like I did Dionte and Chris, just like I would anybody.” Then it was John’s turn to look irritated.

” And since when am I anybody to you?” He stepped closer to her, nearly pushing her into the wall. His heat and scent put Rose at danger of going crazy. Still she held strong.

“Don’t do that John. We aren’t kids anymore.” She placed her hand on his chest to push him backwards but as soon as she made contact her hand stayed, almost clutching at his dress shirt. He covered her hand with his, lightly tanned skin over deep chocolate brown.

“My thoughts exactly. We aren’t kids anymore so why are you hiding the fact that we were together?”

Rose rolled her eyes, he’d always had a flair for dramatics.

“Professionalism. I’d prefer to keep our history where it belongs. In the past.” John had the gall to laugh at that and in response Rose snatched her hand from his hold, immediately mourning the loss of his heat.

“If you are done,” she sniped “go home. Or back to work. Just…anywhere but here.” Their conversation had her reminiscent of highschool, the way they would tease each other with jabs and playful wrestling that’d eventually turn into-

Nope. Not going there.

John looked unperturbed by her command and instead reached down to grab Rose’s hand again.

“What do you say we get coffee? Really catch up.” His eyes gleamed with mischief and Rose could barely remember what she’d been saying thirty seconds prior.

“I don’t like coffee.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She didn’t like black coffee. John blew a noisy breath out at the ceiling before looking back down at her. “That’s right,” his tone had taken on a taunting lilt “you like coffee flavoured sugar. You can get that too.” Without leaving her time to decline, John spun around and took his leave. Rose sighed and let herself slump against the lounge counter. John popped his head back in the door, smile wide.

“Call me when you’re off for lunch, your secretary has my number.” Rose didn’t reply, opting instead to stare at the ugly green carpet below and pray that it would swallow her whole. That is until John called her name. She looked up and met his eyes.

“I missed you.”

And just like he made her heart seize up and her throat go dry. There was the guy she’d been in love with in highschool, staring at her like she was the only thing worth seeing.

And God help her if she didn’t believe it.

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Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was “Cinderella”, for reasons which will become apparent later.

Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her “Daddy” (a switch – top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he was legally married) and two other “baby girls”, “Poison” and “Ivy”, both of whom were lesbian switches who subbed to Daddy’s Domme, who was bisexual, but who dominated Cinderella and Daddy whenever they were permitted to by Domme. If this all sounds a little confusing it is because large polyamorous families are quite complicated and from time to time, just as in any other family, things grew a little tense. It was, despite the spin our little kinky girl put on it later (rumours of which are still commonly believed by many), a very happy, consensual, satisfying lifestyle choice for all of them.

I know some of the more perverted readers want to know the details of what exactly happened in the various play sessions between the members of the family, and as the story is often told to small children with these details presented in a somewhat negative light, I suppose some clarification is necessary. The Domme always had Poison and Ivy play together, so much so, that they were billed as sisters and things between them were hot, hot, hot. They liked to tease Daddy with open displays of wild and uninhibited lesbian action, but Daddy was forbidden to touch them, as was the straight Cinderella.

Daddy liked Cinderella’s legs, which were shapely, to match her petite build and so he requested that she wear short, simple dresses, without any underwear, in the exact colour of her eyes, which were a beautiful grey colour. He had spent some time in China where he had acquired the rather odd fetish of liking very, very small feet, so was thrilled that Cinderella had teeny, tiny little feet, in keeping with her minute stature, which he liked to see in bandage bondage. This probably had a great deal to do with the now defunct habit of binding the feet of Chinese girls, the demise of which many foot fetishists regret. However, the bandage bondage of Cinderella’s feet did allow her to become accustomed to wearing shoes two sizes too small for the already unbelievable size 2 her feet actually were.

Daddy himself wanted Cinderella for things other than service, but the other women liked to see her dressed as a French maid in the sexiest and barest of skirts, fishnet stocking, impossibly high shoes, stiffly starched white apron with lace detail and a black bra which pushed her breasts together to give her a very sexy cleavage. And a little bow on her head, supposedly to hold her hair out of her eyes while she was in service. Cinderella Bostancı Sınırsız Escort was, in fact, very skilled at performing her various “duties”. Even so, it was necessary for them to find fault with her work so that they would have an opportunity to administer the various “funishments” from which they all derived so much pleasure. A flogging here, a spanking there, and some wax play in front of a lovely log fire before Cinderella got down to dealing with the fire play and, after the fire had died down to nothing but ashes, dirty sex from which she got her name.

From time to time the Domme caged Daddy, and Poison and Ivy found pleasure in locking little Cinderella in a dark wooden box, hardly big enough for her, so that she could enjoy some of the sensory deprivation Cinderella so craved.

Then one day one of the wealthy bdsm practitioners in the community decided to hold a fetish ball. One of the billed highlights of this ball was the fact that one of the handsome young perverts, a bisexual known by the somewhat unlikely nick of “Prince”, had offered to place himself as a no-safeword slave to the winner of a lottery conducted for him. The whole community was buzzing about this offer, opinion divided on the wisdom and excitement thereof, to say nothing of the excitement of a ball of this magnitude.

Daddy’s Domme and the sisters decided to do a wonderful mindfuck for Cinderella.

Daddy was simply told to break the news to Cinderella that she would be required to spend the evening of the fetish ball in domestic service to the household and would not be able to attend the fetish ball, after all, the fetish ball was for leather freaks, and latex lovers and those who were titillated by gorgeous lingerie, vintage or otherwise, with corsets and pvc. He pointed out that a short grey dress or a French maid outfit, no matter how pretty, just wasn’t going to make it past the dress code requirements for attendance, no matter how much it titillated him personally.

Unbeknown to Cinderella, or even to Daddy, her measurements were given to a gay boyfriend of the lesbian babygirls, so skilled at making fetish costumes that he was known by all and sundry as the “Fairy Godmother” and he started work on constructing her an outfit to die for.

In the meantime the mindfuck continued, Domme and babygirls spending extraordinary amounts of time planning what they were to wear, allowing Cinderella to serve them by polishing their plush leather boots and extreme high heels for the ball. Poison’s outfit of choice was beautiful tight leather pants with a leather bra and matching collar and a broad strap leash and high, high heels in black patent leather. Ivy was wearing a latex catsuit with a latex corset and thigh high platform boots, the corset and boots Bostancı Suriyeli Escort in matching lavender over the black of the catsuit. Daddy would be a cross dressed sissy maid, and great attention was given to his genuine silk stockings, and vintage Edwardian underwear, over which he wore the briefest of black skirts and a Chantilly lace trimmed apron. His shoes were high heels, but not so high that he wouldn’t be able to sashay about getting drinks for the girls. Daddy’s Domme would be wearing nothing but sexy black lingerie and a real ermine coat. But it is her array of seven floggers which will cause the biggest intake of breath amongst those who love them. From the short, thin, narrow strippy lambskin suede one, or the one with the silk threads, through to the long, knotted, hard leather with thin, narrow strips, and from the long, soft pigskin suede and the thick strips of soft leather, to the thick, broad stripped hard leather one, as well as the one with the round rubber biting strings, they were a matched set, black business end with silver handles, one perfectly round garnet at the top of each handle, where Domme’s mark, identical to the tattoo on her back, was engraved. She wore her garnet in her belly button.

Cinderella pleaded to be allowed to go. But Domme was adamant and Daddy was powerless to override the decision. Yet Domme and the lesbian babygirls smiled and giggled all the time seeming to really enjoy her begging and pathetic disappointment at being denied this treat, and they once blindfolded Cinderella while they “played” at taking her measurements for some medical game which demanded these, the only play they found time for before the fetish ball.

On the day of the ball everyone got ready. Poison yelled at Cinderella that she stank and needed to bath before doing Ivy’s hair. Ivy yelled at Cinderella and asked her if she was really planning to groom the others while her own nails and hair were a mess. Cinderella merely complied with their requests like the obedient girl she was.

Fifteen minutes before the family was to leave for the party in waltzed Poison and Ivy’s gay boyfriend, Fairy Godmother. The family gathered round and yelled “Surprise!” at Cinderella. She looked in amazement and wonder as Fairy Godmother opened a suit bag to reveal the most beautiful outfit Cinderella could ever imagine. She was being turned into a real baby girl in a pink party dress, with a diamante aliceband and little girl bag, and tiny high heel shoes made of soft leather and decorated with hundreds of tiny round crystals over every surface. Daddy was almost faint with desire as he proudly watched his little love dressing. She looked six. But she was an adult, albeit a very young one.

But the best was yet to come. As Cinderella left Bostancı İranlı Escort the house she saw sweet round coaches, each only really big enough for one, and each drawn by a human “pony” hired in by Daddy for the occasion. There were only four. Daddy duly invited his lovely little girl to sit on his lap for the duration of the trip, and they both thoroughly enjoyed the ride as the coach bumped and swayed behind the splendid human pony, bouncing them together in erotic pleasure until they reached the venue with its splendid dungeon.

The fetish ball was everything anyone could possibly desire. The girls, both Dominant and submissive were dressed in latex, leather, lace and satin with corsets in every shade and stockings, boots and high, high heels. The male Dominants wore mainly leather while the male submissives wore rope, sexy lacy lingerie, or simply went naked, according to the desires of their Dominants.

The dungeon was equipped with every fantasy piece of furniture imaginable, St Andrew’s crosses, revolving crosses, crucifixion aids, suspension workings, cages, bondage beds, a very ornate confessional, massage tables, swings, queening chairs, foot worship stools, pillories, stocks, mirrors, poles, barres, assorted furniture suitable for bondage and even a real working Catherine wheel. There was a “school room” to one side, a modelling ramp and mirrored room, a fully equipped “jail” with an additional interrogation section and an “office”. If one moved out onto the terrace one overlooked a garden with a gazebo, wrought iron benches, arches and other items suitable for outdoor play. It was heavenly.

Then disaster struck. Cinderella, of all people, won the lottery for Prince. She suddenly had her own no-limits slave. This would not have been so bad if she had wisely given Prince to Domme. But she wanted to keep him for herself. She wanted to explore her dominant side which she had just discovered that very moment. Daddy frowned, then punished. Domme glared, then punished. But nothing made Cinderella change her mind. By midnight she announced that she was not going home with the family, but was staying with Prince.

The family conferred, and a quick kidnapping was arranged. Cinderella had always wanted a kidnapping, but the family were too busy to really organise one. Now was the perfect opportunity. They bustled Cinderella back into a coach, never noticing that one of Cinderella’s tiny shoes had fallen off her foot.

In the meantime, Prince had taken quite a fancy to Cinderella. He organised to take her little shoe to her home, revealed his foot fetish to her, explained that he was looking for a 24/7 Dominant woman with really, really tiny feet. She looked into his eyes, agreed and the two of them wandered off, hand in hand, into the dungeon space of the wealthy bdsm practitioner who occasionally allowed Cinderella to sub to him in lieu of rent. The rest of their income was derived from the fact that Cinderella had a real talent for public relations and spin-doctoring.

So Cinderella and her Prince lived, as in all the best fantasy tales, happily ever after.

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