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My world went black as you tied the silk blindfold around my eyes. It wasn’t one of those ill fitting cheap ones that you can still see around the bottom edges either, this fit snuggly. I felt the brush of your fingers across my cheek as you gently tucked my hair behind my ear. I can tell you are leaning in close to me, as the rich scent of your cologne has gotten stronger.

Your lips grazed the edge of my ear as you whispered softly, “I promise this will be a night you will never forget baby.”

Then I felt your hot breath and wet lips kiss my neck close to my collar bone. My skin covered in goose bumps. I am sitting there in anticipation of what is coming tonight.

I had just got out of the shower and put on my robe when you came up from behind and started kissing me. I was assuming the evening would be our usual, spooning in bed as we watched tv, one of us initiating sex during a commercial break. I had no idea we were actually going to play tonight, we usually only did that on Friday or Saturday night when we didn’t have to get up so early. It was Wednesday. I sat in the chair calmly awaiting your next move.

I heard your footsteps across the wood floor as you left the room and promptly came back. It was killing me not being able to see what you were doing, not knowing what was going to happen.

You gently cupped my face in your hands as you kissed me so softly, I opened my mouth and kissed you back, my tongue pushing into your mouth. You guided me out of the chair, our lips only parting for split seconds here and there. I was walking backwards and I felt the edge of the bed pressed against the backs of my knees. I reached back with my hand to steady myself as I sat on the bed. Instead of finding the cotton duvet cover of our down comforter, I felt the thick texture of one of the bath towels. Before I sat back you undid the belt that held my robe closed and with a gentle nudge the whole thing slid off my shoulders, leaving me naked as I stood in front of you.

“Just relax and lay back baby,” you softly instructed. I laid back and you tugged my hips towards you just a bit, so the back of my knees met the edge of the mattress & my calves dangled over the edge.

I heard the drawer slide open on the nightstand closest to me, your night stand. I could hear you take something out; I couldn’t identify the sound exactly. I was hoping it wasn’t your digital camera. I didn’t mind pictures of course, we had done that before. I just was feeling slightly fat today and knew every milligram of that weight would show in every picture.

“You trust me don’t you baby?” you asked me softly and tenderly.

“Of course,” why would you ask me that? That was kind of silly since we had been seeing each other for over a year, and spent a lot of time in each other’s company.

“We are going to play in a new way. If at anytime you feel uncomfortable in anyway, just say icecream and I will stop.” I nodded, and my mind was racing. What was he going to do? Why a safeword? We had messed around before with some bondage and submission, but it was light stuff, never used a safeword before.

He slid headphones over my ears and turned on what I assumed was my iPod. When Dave Matthews came on I realized I could not hear what he was doing. I laid on the edge of the bed in total darkness, with Dave singing to me. It seemed like an eternity until I felt a few drops of warm water hit my skin just below my navel. My body flinched in surprise. I then felt what I assumed was a warm wet washcloth laid over my pelvis and draped down between my legs. It Bostancı escort bayan laid there until almost the end of my song. When he lifted it off the breeze from the ceiling fan caused my skin to feel ice cold.

I felt him patting something light this was something new for us. We had talked about it briefly but it had never been beyond that. My body was so aroused, not just my pussy but every muscle, every nerve. Every touch sent a wave of heat through me. I felt the cold metal head of his razor glide across my skin, gently tugging at the hair that was longer. I would feel it lift off my skin and when it returned the droplets of warm water would land on my skin as he brought it back down. My body was on fire, I had never experienced anything like this before. He gently pushed my thighs further apart and began to slowly shave between my legs. Occasionally he would graze my clit with what felt like a wet fingertip. My body would jolt everytime he touched me like that. I knew I was wet from all the excitement. I felt his fingers glide across the now smooth surface of my skin. The shock of the now ice cold washcloth against my skin caused me to jerk and my back arched. He wiped very quickly and finally I felt him kiss the spot above my clit where there was once hair. He then pushed my legs further apart and I felt his tongue gliding across my skin, circling my clit, teasing it. I moaned. I was so ready for him. He finally began to lick and suck on my clit and I felt his finger circling the outside of my hole, gliding in all the moistness from his mouth & my wet pussy. As he finally slid a finger inside me he nibbled lightly on my clit sending me close to cumming. He continued to slide his finger in and out as he sucked and nibbled, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. The music still playing in my ears. I was on the verge of having an intense orgasm and you quit.

My heart was pounding; my body was starting to sweat. Where did you go? Why did you quit? I was so close. I didn’t know what to do and I wasn’t sure what you were doing. I just laid there waiting.

I felt you take my hands one at a time and raise them above my head. I recognized the soft fiber of my robe belt looping around my wrists and the gentle tension pulling my arms up past my head, you then wiggled my headphones back down over my ears. I then feel what seems to be one of your belts looped around my ankle pulling my leg away, leaving my pussy exposed completely. I was just waiting for the next touch.

I felt your hand glide across my cheek again and I opened my mouth hoping to kiss you but instead I got a hard dick. As I started to suck I realized it didn’t taste like you, it didn’t feel like you. You were still close by as I could smell your cologne. I didn’t know how to react; I was just a bit scared. I didn’t want you to think I liked him better than you, that definitely was not the case. I continued to suck and I felt you brush my hair back away from my face, you were watching closely. That really turned me on. I couldn’t help but wonder who you were sharing me with. Was it someone you worked with? A friend you played ball with? A random person you met on line?

As I sucked, I could feel his dick tense up. He shaved, his skin was smooth. He smelled of ivory soap. Occasionally I got a slight salty taste of precum, I wanted more. I worked that dick up sure that any minute I was going to get a mouthful from him. I then felt a warm mouth on my nipple, I groaned. Soft, warm & wet, it felt wonderful. I groaned with pleasure, that send a slight vibration into my mystery Escort Bostancı man’s cock and it tensed up and pulsed as I felt my mouth fill up with his cum.

I was so into the moment, I had a semi erect cock in my mouth and a pair of warm wet lips sucking and teasing my nipples. I then noticed hot, moist air on the inner part of my thighs. Like someone was breathing on them. There is a third person, there has to be. The person whose dick is in my mouth could not possibly bend to those angles to either be teasing my nipples or teasing my pussy. I then feel something small and firm trace the edge of my very wet pussy on one side and when it came back down the other I realized it was a finger and a fingernail, a long strong fingernail. Like the kind that would be on a woman’s hand. He brought in another woman!! I wiggled and groaned; then the semi firm cock pulled out of my mouth. I immediately felt his mouth on mine. It was the soft warm sweet tasting mouth I had kissed hundreds of times. He had to have tasted the other man’s cum. The thought was an incredible turn on. I felt her mouth on my pussy and the tip of her tongue start to flick and circle my clit. I was ready to cum and cum hard. He kissed me deeper.

She sucked on my excited clit and I moaned, she then slid one maybe two fingers deep inside of me bending them in such a way like she was signaling my orgasm to come here. With each stoke I could feel my pussy grow tighter. I would have never agreed to do this if we had discussed this prior to tonight. The thought of being with a woman didn’t do anything for me. Now I think otherwise, she knew where to touch, when to suck and how to rub in a way that sent my body into such an orgasm. It felt as though my body had been shocked by a jolt of pure pleasure. My thighs shook, my back arched and every muscle in my pelvis and abs tightened. I could feel my own cum just pour out of my body. I let out this very deep guttural moan, I felt you moan as I came. She continued to work my clit until my body was ready to collapse. My heart was racing harder than I had spent an hour on a treadmill. I was panting hard, and she stopped. Without warning it all stopped. I almost let out a whimper of disappointment. I didn’t want this to end.

Next I felt warm strong hands on my thighs and the tip of a very hard cock teasing my very wet, pussy. I felt his very familiar cock press inside me very firmly. He began riding me harder than he had in a while. He was so excited and into this, I could tell by how hard he was. I felt the mattress sink a little around my head. The belt tied around my wrists was undone and my arms were freed. I felt the other man’s hands, very rough and dry, guide my arms to my side and then he lifted the back of my head up off the mattress slightly, sliding a pillow underneath as he did it. I then felt the mattress move right next to my head. Smooth skin bushed my cheek as my head was moved slightly. I felt body heat radiating on either side of me. My man, started pumping harder than he usually does. I inhaled an unfamiliar scent, and realized the woman was straddling my face. She started to grind her pussy in my face and I gave in. I opened my mouth and started to suck and like her. I was shaking from a mixture of physical exhaustion and nervousness. I had never even thought of kissing another woman much less eating her out. It tasted different than I had imagined; kind of sweet actually. She pumped her hips I sank my tongue deep into her wet pussy. My face was soaked with her juices, as I felt her start to orgasm, she ground herself into Bostancı Rus Escort my face hard. I felt her cum flowing into my mouth. She actually squirted.

My partner then thrust hard and deep as he came inside of me. I felt his dick throb and his cum leaked out around his dick as he moved back and forth very slowly. He stood still for a second with his cock still buried in me. She got up and moved away from me. I felt the other man glide his hand cross the wetness of my cheek, the he kissed me very roughly. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He kissed even rougher than his hands felt. It was so different than what I was used to, so very sexy.

I felt the belt looped around my ankle get taken off and then he rolled me over onto my belly. His very gentle hands lifted my hips off the mattress and I was up on all fours. As I felt someone climb onto the bed in front of me I felt something cold and wet squirted onto my ass. Then a hand pushed my face down onto a very hard cock, it was my man. The other was circling my ass in the cold gel and I felt a finger slowly push in. I continued to slide my mouth up and down on my man’s hard dick almost in perfect time with the finger that slid in & out of my ass. I felt some more of the cold gel dripped onto my ass and two fingers were pushed into me. I concentrated on sucking my man off and tried to relax so I wouldn’t be so tight. I knew I was going to get fucked in the ass and the person doing it was thicker than what I was used to.

I could taste my own pussy on his cock, he loved when I sucked him off after we fucked. I think he was enjoying watching the other man getting ready to take my ass. He was so hard and he was leaking precum like crazy. I slid my mouth as far down as I could get and then I felt the head of the thick dick behind me start to push its way into my ass. I am grateful we spend a little extra on the premium lubes. As much as I tried to relax it was so tight against that thick cock. In a slow but forceful motion he pushed deep inside of me. It was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t in any pain. I yelped a little and then my man pushed my face down hard on his cock. The guy started fucking my ass slowly at first, then building up force and speed. I no longer had to slide up and down my man’s cock. The motion from being fucked from behind was doing that for me. I felt the woman’s finger reach under me and start to play with my clit. The other hand was pinching and tugging on my nipple in a mildly rough way. My body was on overload. I cried out as my pussy almost convulsed as I came. The guy fucking my ass buried his cock deep in my ass and I felt him flinch as he shot his load. My guy pushed my mouth down so my lips touched his groin and he came down my throat. I collapsed in sheer exhaustion on the bed. I felt hi running his fingers through my hair tenderly. I just laid there unable to move. He got up and I felt alone again. I had never been so exhausted.

I wasn’t sure how long I laid there, I was almost asleep when he came back to me and took the head phones off. My ears were ringing a bit from the extended period of music. He undid the blindfold, the bedroom light disoriented me a bit. The room was empty other than just the two of us, not a shred of evidence the others had ever been there. He had to help me up off the bed and into the shower as my body felt disjointed. He used the hand held shower to help me clean up and repeated kissed me. After I was done I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for him to get out of the shower. I still felt wobbly on my feet as I brushed my teeth. He finally spoke as we climbed into bed.

“I know you enjoyed yourself, and I loved seeing you uninhibited like that.” He chuckled a bit, as he could tell I was wiped out. “I told you, you will never forget tonight.” We kissed and said goodnight. I snuggled into him and drifted off to sleep.

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Will came home from work slightly early one Friday. As he pulled into his driveway, he tightened up his tie and re-buttoned the top button of his business-casual dress T-shirt. He steped out of the car, steped up the front steps, paused, and opened his front door.

His wife, Sandra, was frantically vacuuming the living room rug. The first thing that caught Will’s eye was her black high heels. His eye trailed up her shapely leg to her short, tight pleather skirt, through which he could see the faint outline of her plastic chastity belt. She was wearing a red leather corset which he had picked out for her this morning, and her long red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Around her porcelain neck was a tight leather collar with a metal ring in the front. As Will opened the door, Sandra looked up, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. As he said her name, she shut off the vaccuum.

There was a scolding tone in his voice. “Sandra,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir!” she said, walking quickly up to the door. She kissed him on the lips and took his briefcase.

“You know the rules,” he replied. “You are supposed to be waiting at the door for me when I come in,” he paused, her head lowered. “That’s one check already,” he said.

Head still lowered, Sandra replied, “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t hear you pull in. You’re home early today.”

He smiled at her and kissed her back. “Well, it’s Friday and I decided to cut out early. I know it’s your day off, and I wanted to make sure you used that time to do all the things I asked you to.”

“I did, Sir!” she said, smiling.

“We’ll see about that,” he responded, smirking slightly.

The two of them sat down and had tea and made small talk. Will sensed that Sandra was nervous, and wanted to drag it out as long as possible, building up tension. He had asked her to clean the house from top to bottom, and soon he would go ‘inspect’ it. Every failure on her part would result in a checkmark. Every checkmark would result in a worse punishment for her tonight.

Will and Sandra had been married for about a year. Will was 26, and worked at a small up-and-coming web company that had afforded him a good degree of affluence. Sandra was a high school teacher right out of grad-school. She was 24, but was a small girl with a very cute face. She looked barely 21. On her first day of teaching, people mistook her for a student.

Sandra loved kids and had a very innocent way about her. Despite having an intense BDSM relationship with her husband, she came from a very conservative household, and felt very embarassed when she was forced to do dirty things. She barely ever said curse words, and couldn’t bring herself to say unladylike words like “fuck” or “cock”. She was one of those girls that blushed and looked away when exposed to pornography, used cute euphanisms for sex like “Making whoopie”, and never, in the world, would ever audibly fart. But the seemingly clear waters betrayed her depth – Sandra had intense sexual fantasies that she could never bring herself to actually tell anyone, but Will was slowly learning…

“It’s time to Inspect,” he said, putting his tea-cup down on the table with a resolute clunk.

“Yes Sir,” Sandra said, rising from the short stool on her side of the table.

Will wandered through the house, Sandra followed nearby with her hands behind her back. First, Will checked the bathrooms, looking to make sure the toilet had been scrubbed, the sink cleaned, and the floor mopped. Stepping into the shower, he looked at the tiles.

“Here,” he said, pulling out his metal pointer. He extented it and pointed at a section of tile at his eye level, about nine inches above Sandra’s eye level. There was some brown mildew between two tiles. Sandra appologized and Will replied sternly, “That’s another check.”

The kitchen was clean, and the cat was fed. The living room looked fine, except for that Sandra didn’t have time to vaccuum under the couches. She bit her lip and scrunched up her nose as Will tipped the couch back, noting the dust. “Three checks.”

She had also forgotten to water the plants.

“Four checks.”

There was still a load of laundry in the dryer.

“That makes five,” Will said. Sandra’s brow furrowed in worry. “A new record.”

Entering their bedroom, one of the pillows was on the floor next to the bed. Sandra had put it down there while changing the sheets, and had intentionally “forgotten” to put it back. She hadn’t counted on getting five other checks though…

“I’m dissapointed, Sandra. After the last time you got five checks, I thought you said you had learned your lesson. Now you have six checks. I can see I’m going to have to teach you that lesson all over again. This time, I’m going to make it stick.”

“Yes Sir,” she said quietly.

“I know you’re not going to like it, but it’s something we have to do.”

“Yes Sir,” Sandra said again. It felt like she was a little girl again, sitting in the waiting room of the doctor’s office before getting a big shot. The only difference Bostancı Türbanlı Escort was that deep down, she was looking forward to it.

————-Chapter Two——————

Dinner was pasta, served with a homemade red sauce. Sandra was sweating from nervousness, anxious about the punishment she would receive that night. Will was drawing it out, making her wait.

After she had done the dishes, they watched a movie together. Will had selected “The Secretary”, which was a favorite of theirs. Will sat in an armchair while she sat at his feet. Occasionally, he’s reach down and stroke her hair, but didn’t give her any attention other than that. If she tried to nuzzle his arm, or turn away from the movie to talk to him, he’d turn her head back to the movie and push her away. She wanted him so badly…

Sandra wore a plastic chastity belt, a smooth metal bikini. There was a screen in the bottom that she could pee out of, but she’d need it removed if she wanted to do anything else. She had to go to the bathroom pretty badly, but endured it because she knew her Master would be angry if she interrupted during the movie. There was a lock on the side which Will held the key to. When Will was away and she was home alone, she wanted desperately to masturbate, but was unable to touch herself. Instead she lay on her bed or in the bathtub, visualizing all the horrible things she wanted him to do to her, and all the nasty things she wanted to do to him to return the favor. Right now, that chastity belt seemed especially tight and steamy.

The credits of the movie were rolling, and Sandra started to stand up. Will pushed her down by the shoulders and kept her sitting on the floor at his feet. They watched the credits together as Sandra’s heart sped up, pounding hard in her chest. She was equally scared and turned on. Her dirty imagination was running on a treadmill in her head, running faster and faster but not escaping, taking her breath away.

Finally, Will leaned forward. Sandra stayed still, facing the television. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, causing her flesh to ripple into goosebumps. Keeping her eyes forward, she felt one of his fingertips trace from the top of her leather corset up her collarbone, to her neck, to her collar. Will took something out of his pocket and reached around in front. It was a dog leash, which he attached to the metal ring on the front of her collar. Sandra swallowed quietly.

Will stood up, stepped away from Sandra, and gave a short jerk on the leash, motivating her to come towards him. She began to stand up, but was met with a stern “No,” from her master. She crawled on all-fours towards him, and then sat at his feet. Smiling slightly he led her around the house like this, then eventually, upstairs to the bedroom. She crawled behind him up the stairs, eyeing his delicious ass, feeling humiliated by being treated like a dog, but still dripping wet with sexual energy.

Their bedroom was large, lavish, painted with a tasteful blue. It was elegant, lit dimly by a lamp next to a huge four-post bed. In the corner, there was an antique writing chair – a wooden chair with a writing board in front, like one you’d find in an old one-room schoolhouse.

Will led her into the room and ordered her to “Stay.” She kneeled in the center of the room, next to the bed, as Will sat down in the old chair. “Stand up,” he said, and she complied. “Strip,” he commanded.

They had been married for a year, but Sandra still felt embarassed when she had to take her clothes off in front of him. In the rare weeks when they hung-up the dominant-submissive roles, she preferred to make love with the lights out. Despite being a gorgeous girl with beautiful B-cup breasts and a shapely figure, she was always very aware of her body, and generally dressed very conservatively. Working at a high school, being eyed by adolescents with raging hormones, had made her painfully aware of how men would stare at her if given the opportunity. As a result, her work attire was almost Victorian in coverage and conservatism.

Sandra would never leave the house wearing what she was wearing now. Even in the comfort of her own bedroom, she felt self-conscious. She stood there, paralyzed, afraid to move.

“Strip,” Will repeated. Sandra blushed. There was a long silence as Will stared at her. “Strip or I will add another check mark,” he added. Biting her lip, Sandra began to untie the tight corset. Slowly, she peeled it off, lifting it up over her head. Her perky breasts sported hard, pink nipples. She exhaled, finally having escaped from the stiff metal bones inside the corset. Her slender hands unzipped the back of the pleather skirt and she let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, leaving her high-heels behind. Underneath the skirt she wore that damn chastity-belt, like plastic underwear, which she was very thankful for at the moment.

Will stood up and stepped next to her, producing a key from his pocket. He freed the lock on the side of the belt, and took Bostancı Otele Gelen Escort it off her. Her breath sped up again as Will put it on the ground near her clothes. All she was wearing now was the collar, with the leash still attached to it.

“Good,” said Will. “We’re ready to begin.”

———-CHAPTER THREE————-

Will tossed aside Sandra’s clothes and kicked the chastity belt on top of the pile.

“Kneel,” he commanded. Trembling slightly, Sandra complied, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“Spread your legs slightly, and put your arms out in front of you.” As she did this, he explained, “I want you to spread your fingers and put your hands together, palm to palm. I’m going to put a penny between each of your fingers. Five in total, one for each set of fingers. I want you to hold these pennies, and not let any of them drop. If you drop any, there will be dire concequences. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Sandra breathed, her ass clenching slightly as Will placed a penny between each of her fingers. Her arms were extended in front of her, her elbows touching. Palms together, she held five pennies, each one pressed between two fingers. Will walked behind her, taking off his silk tie. He tied it around her head, blindfolding her.

Will watched her for a moment as she trembled. She was very scared of him, and he was determined to show her exactly why she should be. He picked up a hairbrush that was next to the bed, on the night stand, and paced back over to her. He gave one ass-cheek a sharp Whap, causing Sandra to make a high pitched “eeeek!” sound. Smiling, he spanked the other cheek, leaving an oval shaped red mark on her ivory ass.

In the past, when Will had punished Sandra, he had only given her a few slaps on the ass. Perhaps he would blindfold her and drip some hot wax on her alabaster skin. The pain was never too much, and he rarely tested her limits. Tonight, Will felt she deserved a bit more…

Will got down on the floor on his back and slid between her legs. He smelled her pussy, letting her know that he was down there. She was dripping wet, her pussy feeling overly sensitive since its release from its plastic prison. Sandra’s red bush was neatly trimmed down to a modest triangle over her pussy. Her pussy hadn’t gotten any attention in two days and she hadn’t had an orgasm in perhaps three or four. The tip of Will’s tongue ran up her thigh, paused at her pussy lips, and then gave a quick lick to her steaming clitoris. Sandra moaned at the much needed attention, but it was just a tease. He slipped back out from under her legs and gave her ass a few more smacks with the hairbrush.

Will kneeled behind Sandra and reached around her, cupping her breasts, tweaking her luscious nipples. Her perky breasts were very sensitive, and she let loose another needful moan at his touch. Her hands were shaking a bit, and Will could see that the penny which she held between her two pinkies was about to slip. One of Will’s hands delivered a sharp spank to her ass, then another, then another. His other arm wrapped around her torso, pulling her close to him. She could feel the bulge of his erect member through his business slacks, pressing against her lower back.

Kneeling behind Sandra, Will decided to give her a really hard time. With one hand, Will fondled her breast, squeezing and twisting her nipple. The other hand snaked down to her pussy and began to lightly rub her clitoris in tiny circles. Sandra pushed down, grinding against his hand, moaning loudly as her strength gave out and the penny slipped to the ground.

“Bad girl,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath giving her more goosebumps.

She whined slightly, “I’m sorry Sir! I couldn’t help it!”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. He pulled the blindfold off and forced her to drop the rest of the pennies.

“I bet you have to go to the bathroom right now,” he said to her, turning her head so that she was looking him in the eye.

The chastity belt had been on all day, making it difficult to pee and impossible to defecate. Sandra hadn’t thought about it since the movie, as she’d been concentrating on other things. “Yes Sir, I do,” she replied. “Before we continue, may I use the rest room?”

“No,” he replied. This was unusual – bathroom privelages had never been revoked in the past…

“Please sit down in the chair,” said Will, and Sandra complied, sitting her small ass on the big, cold, wooden school chair. “I’ll be right back,” he concluded as he left the room. Sandra sat still, wondering what he was doing.

A minute later, Will returned with a tall glass of ice water. He put it on the table in front of her. She looked at it, almost incredulously. “Drink it,” commanded her Master as he started the timer function on his wristwatch. He stared at his wrist as his nervous slave took the glass and began to drink it down. She needed two breaks to finish the glass, and when she finished it, she covered her mouth and belched quietly. Bostancı Ucuz Escort Suddenly, her bladder felt full, bursting, painful.

“Please Sir,” she begged, “Please grant me permission to relieve myself!”

“Do you really need to?” asked her master, standing in front of her chair like a school teacher.

“Yes Sir,” she said, almost whining.

“Put on your chastity belt,” he commanded. Whimpering slightly, Sandra stood up and put it back on, clicking closed the lock on the hip. “Now put on a bra,” said Will. She went to her drawer and picked out a revealing, sexy one, hoping to score favor with him. It was one of her few lacy bras – one that he had given to her for their first anniversary. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through it, and it pushed her breasts up, making them seem even fuller and more tempting.

Will took up the leash and led her out of the bedroom. She followed him down the stairs, and to the front door.

“Oh please Sir, no! Please don’t take me outside!

———-CHAPTER FOUR————–

Nervously, Sandra let herself be led out onto the front porch by her tight leather leash. All she was wearing was a plastic chastity belt and a thin, lacy bra. She crawled on all fours, humiliated and embarassed. Sandra didn’t like being naked in front of anyone. Only her husband (and a handful of other past lovers) had seen her naked. Her body was something she took exceptional care of, and was very sensitive about, despite being a voluptuous, gorgeous girl. Now she nervously crawled through her front yard on the end of a short dog-leash.

Sandra and Will didn’t live on a busy street. They lived in the outskirts of the suburbs, a semi-rural area. Their closest neighbors were a full block up the street. At this hour of night, a car would drive by every few minutes. Sandra nervously eyed the road, hoping not to see headlights coming around the corner.

Will was fully clothed, one hand in his pocket, the other on the leash. He led his wife up the street, her crawling closely behind him. If she lagged behind, he gave a sharp tug on the leash, causing her to whimper and catch up. Will walked at a pace a little faster than Sandra could crawl, so she was forced to crawl quickly, occasionally bumping her bare knee on a rock, or putting her hand in damp grass.

It was a balmy summer night, comfortable, and with a cool breeze, but Sandra was sweating. If anyone saw her like this, she would absolutely melt. Despite her humiliation, being led around like a dog had turned her on more than she had expected. Her pussy steamed against the inside of the plastic chastity belt.

Will led her up the street half a block, to a field. He led her to a tree in the center of the field, still plainly visible from the road. “Are you ready to relieve yourself?” he asked.

“Sir,” Sandra stuttered, her face red, “I can’t! I can’t… relieve myself … in public!”

Will smiled. “Then we will sit here until you can.”

Crickets replied, patiently.

Sandra really did have to pee. Her bladder was aching, bursting, but she was just to embarassed to pee in the middle of a field, with her husband watching, where a car could drive by at any second. Every breeze through the grass of the field sounded to Sandra like a car coming up the path. She would just die if anyone saw her here, on a leash, dressed like this. But the longer she waited, the greater the chance that a car would come. And the longer she waited, the more she had to pee.

“I’m ready, Sir,” she whispered, swallowing her pride.

Will bent down and unlocked the chastity belt, taking it off. Sandra’s bare ass was exposed to the moonlight, and the cool breeze. She squatted, getting ready to pee, and fought past a wave of extreme humiliation. No one had ever watched her go to the bathroom before. Now, Will stood over her, holding her leash, and she was going to pee as he watched. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she let it go, a stream of urine forming a puddle on the ground underneath her. She had never been so embarassed in her entire life.

Finally, Sandra finished peeing. When she opened her eyes, Will’s fly was open and his penis was poking out, hard and erect. He tugged on her leash, drawing her closer. She shook her head at him, whimpering, “No, not here, please!” Will chuckled, giving her leash another sharp tug. Her face red with heat, Sandra crawled up to Will’s cock, and took it in her mouth, her fingers encircling his scrotum and tugging on it softly. Her tongue washed up and down the shaft as she jacked him off with her mouth. Caught up in the eroticism of the moment, the exhibitionism and humiliation, Sandra moaned, her now exposed pussy already dripping wet. She slid Will’s cock deep into her throat, sucking on it for all she was worth. After about a minute of this, Will pushed her away, her lips sliding off his rigid cock, a small string of saliva hanging between the two. Sandra wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You may put your chastity belt on now,” said Will. Sandra had never been so eager to be locked back into that plastic prison. When the lock clicked shut, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her master led her by the collar back to the house. They managed to get back before any cars passed. As the front door clicked shut, Sandra exhaled heavily, finally able to let her guard down a bit.

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Rose couldn’t help but stare as the tall stranger entered her store. Clean shaven with his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, he surveyed the interior of the small local gas station while she took in his appearance. The man was dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit with a contrasting charcoal gray dress shirt. His ensemble was complimented by the tasteful black and silver tie knotted around his neck in a perfect Windsor. But above all, she noticed his footwear. Despite the designer silk suit, the stranger was wearing heavy leather boots that echoed on the dull brown tiles as he walked. He was her most delicious fantasy come to life; a wet dream straight from her deepest sexual longings.

She felt a slight flutter in her stomach and clutched the chain padlocked around her soft pale throat. As she pulled slightly on the lock, she was comforted by the thick steel links biting into her flesh. A gift from the man she called Master, the chain was her collar; a symbol of the love that they shared and promises that they had made. Although being calmed by the familiar feel of the warm metal against her skin, the flutters returned when he approached her and made no effort to hide his examination of her form. She felt self-conscious and under dressed in her drab work uniform. Though she could not see his eyes behind the dark lenses, she could feel his gaze trailing over her body as intimate as a lover’s hands caressing her curves. She suppressed a tremble and steadied her knees before finding her voice.

“Can I help you, Sir?” The respectful title tumbling from her lips without hesitation, betraying her thoughts about the man standing before her.

The man smiled at her; a slight smirk tainting the otherwise friendly gesture. “Are you certain you want to help me?” His voice was deep and rich; making her tingle all over with suppressed sexual desire. She laughed a bit nervously, smiling to cover her discomfort and appear at ease.

“Well, you know, I think that’s what they pay me for around here. I’d hate to think they weren’t getting their money’s worth.”

“That would depend on what sort of help I might require, wouldn’t it?” He cocked an eyebrow over the top of his sunglasses, their dark lenses keeping his expression maddeningly hidden from her. She blushed at the connotations of his statement.

“I suppose it would, at that.” Rose had to fight hard not to look away and betray herself. Maintaining eye contact is something a submissive is taught early on not to do. Breaking her training was difficult but she managed to keep looking into the Ataşehir Ukraynalı Escort dark mirrors of the sunglass lenses.

Gentlemanly enough to not mention the blush tainting her cheeks, he leaned against her counter ever so slightly, bringing himself closer to her. “Oh, I think you might like the idea of helping me. Tell me, does one so lovely have a name?”

She laughed again, a genuine laugh of amusement this time. “Of course! But I never wear my name tag much to the annoyance of everyone else. I’ve decided that as long as I know my name, I don’t need a reminder pinned on. But since you asked, my name is Rose. Do YOU have a name?” She smiled a bit more, relaxing into the harmless banter that they had started.

“I do have a name, and your name fits the lovely blush coloring your pretty face.” Perhaps he wasn’t such a gentleman after all.

She smirked at that one. “Careful. Just because I’m named after a flower doesn’t mean I’m as delicate as one. All roses have thorns, including this one.”

“Some call me Master.” He said it quietly, right on the heels of her statement about the thorns. It threw her off for a moment and she gasped before she could suppress the sound. She somehow forced herself to stay in place though her first instinct was to take a step back. Rose recovered as quickly as possible and tried to cover the gasp with a laugh.

“What an odd name! Was your mother trying to give you a complex?” He noted the reaction, even as she quickly recovered and fired back a spirited and biting retort. He shook his head slightly, warning her with the small gesture not to attempt to match him in a battle of wits.

“I couldn’t help but notice this bulky lock and chain around your delicate neck. It looks so out of place compared to the rest of you.” He reached out and touched the lock; his fingertips brushing her soft skin. The touch was electric and she closed her eyes ever so briefly. Before she knew it, the touch was gone and his hand was at his side once more as if he had never even touched her. Only her tingling flesh told her for sure that it was not merely her imagination.

She took a step back, almost reluctantly, putting herself just out of his reach. “I’d thank you not to touch me. Now, if there is nothing that I can help you with, I must get back to work.” She turned half away from him as if to retreat to the stockroom, wanting nothing more than to put some distance between her and the intimidating stranger.

“There is something you can help me with, pet.” His voice firm and controlled, Ataşehir Üniversiteli Escort stopping her in her retreat. He had put a careful emphasis on the last word, knowing it would not escape her attention. There was something familiar about that word and the way he said it but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on it.

“Pet? I’m sorry, Sir, but I’ve never been a Penthouse girl. She smirked at her own little stab at his poorly chosen words even as she gripped the lock of her collar again to steady herself. She had to hide what his words were doing to her. He leaned toward her over the counter and lowered his voice, making it next to impossible for anyone else to hear him.

“Everything about you shouts ‘pet’ to me, or may hap even ‘slave.’ I know what to look for. Are you willing to help me?” He could see in her eyes how his words affected her despite her aloof outer appearance. She really was good at wearing a mask to keep everyone out of her thoughts.

“No, Sir, I’m afraid not. Even if I am a pet or whatever, I am with someone. He’s the only one

allowed to touch me.” She smirked at the ice in her voice and the verbal slap in the face that she had just delivered. Her Master had always scolded her for not being able to stand up for herself and she was quite pleased to see that she was actually capable of doing it.

He laughed softly at her. He knew as well as she did how difficult it was for her to defend herself. He reached slowly into his pocket, knowing full well what he was about to do would fatally wound her new found courage that she had fought so hard with herself to win. He slid the slip of paper from his pocket across the counter to her.

“Could you tell me where this is, pet?” The question was asked with a hint of sarcasm as if he knew something that she didn’t. And there was that word again. The sound of it tugged at her brain trying to dredge up the reason for the feeling of familiarity that it brought to her when he said it. He had a smirk on his face as she looked down at the paper in front of her.

Her own address! This bastard was asking her for directions to her own home. She glanced at him and the expression on the half of his face she could see spoke volumes. He knew exactly what was on that slip of paper and was toying with her. “Hmmm…” She studied the address and then reached for a local map that she always used for directions. It didn’t matter. the map didn’t reach as far as her street and she knew it. It was all a ruse to cover the pounding of her heart and the butterflies Ataşehir Vip Escort in her stomach. “I have no idea. Is this a residence or a business?”

He chuckled at her again. “Very good. I compliment you on schooling your reaction to nearly nothing. But I can see what you are feeling as clearly as if you had taken out a billboard or put it in neon, My pet.” He removed his sunglasses as he spoke. She gasped again. That face. Familiar to her and yet different. He had completely shaved his goatee and mustache, knowing that the complete change would throw her off. “I’m afraid you know exactly where this address is, don’t you?” He stared into her eyes, his piercing gaze making her knees go weak as she backed into the counter behind her and leaned against it for support. “I’m also afraid you lied to me as well,” his eyes darkened slightly as he spoke. “You will be punished for that, pet.”

She stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief. Standing on the opposite side of her counter was her Master. They had spoken at great lengths on-line but neither of them had ever taken the step to meet the other in person. She was too dreadfully shy and afraid of being hurt again and he, respecting her feelings, had agreed not to attempt to find her and break her trust. And yet, here he was; standing in her workplace with her address on a slip of paper. She glanced up at the clock. 3 pm. He knew it was time for her to get off of work, too. He had asked her for her schedule every week for the past month. Looking back, she knew that it was to lull her into a sense of security and routine with asking for the schedule so she wouldn’t suspect a thing when he decided to make his move. He also knew that she had the next two days off. It was one of the main factors in deciding when the time was right for his trip.

“Shouldn’t you be clocking out and getting your things together to leave now?” He was still looking at her with the same intense expression on his face, made even more powerful by the removal of his sunglasses. She steadied herself and slipped into the back room as the other cashier came up to take her place. She went into the manager’s office and shut the door.

“Tina, If I haven’t called you at home or on your cellphone by 7pm tomorrow night, I want you to call the police. I’m not really afraid of him doing anything but I know I’ll feel safer if I have a safety net in place. It’s the only responsible way to go about this.” Her manager smiled and nodded. She knew all about the chain around the younger girl’s neck and about the man that it came from.

“Have fun, Rose, and be careful.”

“I will. Thanks.” She hugged the older woman and left the office to clock out and get her coat and purse. When she returned to the front of the store, where he was waiting patiently for her return. She walked up to him and, without a word between them, took his hand and walked out of the store.

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Living With a Goddess Ch. 08

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Asta bit her lip and looked around the empty chamber. The throne in front of her, the bare stone walls, all covered with the dust of countless ages past.

She frowned. Maybe she would die here. Not that gods died, not truly, she herself was proof of that – dormant for centuries upon centuries until the right disciple came along. But that was it, gods were fuelled by worship. Their powers ebbed and flowed with the Currency their disciples generated for them. They needed their disciples.

And right now, Asta needed John to get laid.

***

I looked around at the group of beautiful, naked women surrounding me. Lillian, Rosa and Violet. Helena and Megan. Melissa.

“How are we… going to do this?” Megan asked, softly. I thought I heard Violet stifle a giggle.

“Well first off, you’re all going to listen to me,” said Melissa. “I’m his girlfriend, I know what he likes.”

There didn’t seem to be any disagreement, so everyone looked to Mel for some sign of how to begin. I decided to take charge, as I liked to do, and reached out to start groping my girlfriend’s tits. Her hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“No, sweetie. You lie down, and don’t move. OK?”

She’d never really been dominant with me before, at least not in bed, and that last “OK?” betrayed how nervous she was about it. But I trusted her, completely, so I lay back. My semi-erect cock twitched and gave a sort of half-attempt at standing upright.

“Now close your eyes,” said Mel, and so I did. I breathed out, long and slow, focusing on the softness of the silk sheets beneath me, my mind racing with images of what was to come.

Evidently some sort of communication happened, because after a moment there was a shuffling on the bed around me, and I was aware of the presence of someone getting closer. Two soft hands pulled gently at my arm, and the same happened on my other side, so that I was laying with arms spread wide. Then I felt something on my palm. Light at first, then heavy; soft and slightly textured and a little wet. I realised my fingers had been placed directly under someone’s pussy, someone who was lowering herself onto me.

I reached up with my fingers and found the wet, soft lips and began to explore, teasing and caressing. I had no idea who I was groping, and barely had time to wonder before I felt a similar sensation on my other hand. This girl was lying on the bed, and guided my hand with her own, showing me the motion she wanted. I felt my fingers slip inside her and then out again, and dutifully repeated the movement, slowly. She gasped, and I recognised her voice: Violet. The slender handmaiden rocked back and forth in time with my hand, fucking herself on my fingers.

I still had no idea who the other girl was, and started to open my eyes when I felt a hand gently lay across my face, blocking my vision.

“No peeking, honey,” said Mel, and I smiled at her. Playing along, I kept fondling and teasing the pussy of whoever had sat on my hand, letting my fingers slip inside her, tease her lips, briefly brush her clit and even find her asshole. I couldn’t help but smile that I still had no idea who I was playing with, but the possibilities intrigued me further and I kept fingering the women on either side of me.

A new sensation almost made me jump. More soft hands had found my lower legs, and were slowly creeping up. A few hands, I was sure – I focused on what I could feel and tried to picture what could be happening. From the way I was being touched, I was sure at least two women were currently caressing their way up my legs, finding my inner thighs and then dancing playfully around my crotch with their fingertips. Someone kissed the head of my dick and it pulsed with life, beginning to swell. I felt a woman’s nude form press closer to me, resting against the outside of my leg.

The temptation to look was growing by the second, but I kept my word and resisted, trying to relax and simply give in to the ministrations of the beautiful women around me.

I focused on the smells, the hints of perfume and the scent of arousal in the air. I focused on what I could hear: Violet’s short gasps turning to moans, or the sound of someone’s ass being spanked, followed by a short giggle. And I focused on what I could feel. The woman grinding her pussy against my fingers on one hand, the warm wetness of Violet’s depths as she fucked herself on the other. The many hands stroking every inch of skin below my waist, creeping up to my chest. The brush of an arm or a breast against my naked body as the women moved around and over me. And suddenly, long, soft fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the base of my hardening shaft.

The woman with my cock in her hand began to stroke. She was slow, but tight, and skilled. I felt myself thicken in her hand as my cock began to swell, taking care not to let her expert touch distract me from the women I was fingering.

I felt shifts on the mattress as people began to shift, but none of the touching stopped. It was getting very, very tempting to look.

As if she’d read Ataşehir Esmer Escort my mind, I heard Melissa’s voice from somewhere above me.

“You can look now, sweetie.”

I obliged, and opened my eyes to see my girlfriend’s shaven pussy filling my vision. Her thick thighs were placed either side of my head, and she looked down at me, smiling.

“Hungry?” she asked.

I answered by sticking out my tongue. Letting out a yelp of delight, she lowered herself onto my face until her pussy was pressed close against my eager mouth, and I began to go to work. Licking and teasing her folds, I tasted her. My lips locked with her pussy, I ate her, sucking at her clit and flicking it with my tongue.

“Yes… fuck yes…” she moaned from on high as her hips began to rock, grinding against my face, her pussy pressing hard into my mouth. I didn’t let up, sucking and licking and teasing every inch of her that I could reach. It didn’t seem like long before she reached down to grip my head and bucked wildly on me as she came, her wetness practically flowing into my mouth. I didn’t stop, and her orgasmic moans grew louder and louder as she lost herself to the sensation.

I could have lain there eating her all day, but suddenly something warm and wet enveloped the head of my still-growing cock. Someone was giving me a blowjob. The hand that had gripped me was still round the base of my cock, jerking me, and there were fingers lightly touching my balls and lower stomach as well. I moaned into my girlfriend’s cunt as someone’s lips parted just enough to take in my cockhead and their tongue swirled around it. I still couldn’t see a thing other than Mel’s cute, chubby body filling my vision, her enormous breasts swinging tantalisingly above me and her face a picture of post-orgasmic bliss. Not a bad view, not at all, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. Who was blowing me, and jerking me, and touching me? And who, other than Violet, was I fingering?

Mel leaned back a bit, moving her crotch away from my mouth to around my collarbone.

Free to move and look around a little, I could see Violet now, and she winked at me as she gripped my wrist and shuffled closer to me on the bed – all while my fingers were still inside her. Fuck. My entire hand was practically inside her cunt now, and she growled as she began fucking herself with all of my fingers.

On my other side, Rosa had her dark brown nipples between her fingers, teasing them as she rocked back and forth on my outstretched hand. Her eyes were tight shut, and her mouth hung open as I played with her.

Above me, Mel looked down lovingly at my face, reaching to wipe some of her wetness of my chin with a palm then licking it off her hand. She glanced over her shoulder at my crotch.

“Well, fuck. I think I’d better let you see now, because that is fucking hot.”

She lifted one leg and vaulted off me, falling softly onto the mattress beside me. I looked down. She wasn’t wrong.

Lillian smiled as our eyes met, laying a small trail of kisses across my lower torso. She had one hand gripping my cock tightly. Megan’s hands were busy fondling my balls with the gentlest of touches, as she stared at my engorging member with a hunger in her eyes. She was enraptured by what she saw, completely transfixed by the view of Helena’s mouth working my cockhead. The goddess sucked and licked with long, slow, powerful strokes, her lips parting lewdly around my cock as it penetrated them and was taken into her wet, warm mouth.

“Fuck…” was about all I could say.

Helena looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth, and the corners of her eyes creased in what would have been a smile if her mouth wasn’t stretched wide. Megan seemed not to hear me, continuing to fondle me as she watched Helena, her other hand sneaking down between her legs.

Lillian smiled and slid her body up against mine, pressing her full breasts and toned frame against me as she moved her face in line with my own. She stuck out her tongue, giving me a long lick across my face, tasting what was left of my girlfriend’s juices on my lips.

“You like the view?” she asked, her voice low and husky. She looked back down at Helena and Megan, watching with me. “Fuck, they’re hot,” she said. “I don’t have nearly enough photos of those two. Yet.” Lillian lay next to me, practically on top of me, taking care not to pin down my arm. I felt Rosa lift off my hand and turned to see that Melissa had taken her a little ways down the bed where the two women were kissing passionately. Violet was still fisting herself on my other hand.

“Fucking hell…” said Lillian, and she lay down next to me, on the side Rosa had been.

Her warm, soft body was pressed tight against my own. I watched as she bit her lip, inches from my face, then kissed me lightly. One of her hands snaked down to her crotch and she gave a short gasp as she began to masturbate.

“Oh god,” she said with that rich, sultry voice. “Fuck, this is so much better than porn. I’m gonna cum so hard…” She smiled. Ataşehir Eve Gelen Escort “You like what you see, daddy? That redheaded slut fucking herself with your hand? Those two little whores down there playing with your cock? You’re so lucky daddy… you get all of us all to yourself…”

I stared at the scene before me and couldn’t help but let a moan escape my lips.

“Yes, daddy…” said Lillian. “Let your good little sluts make you feel good. We’re all yours, daddy, you can do what you want with us…” Her mouth got closer to my ear, and she began to whisper. I could feel her body shake as she stroked herself beside me. “Take us, daddy. Take all your dirty whores and use us however you please. We’re here to serve you, we want your cum… Oh, daddy! I want your cum so bad… Will you give me your cum, daddy? Will you blow your hot load deep in my whore cunt? Will you fuck me and use me like the cumslut I am?”

I felt ready to blow then and there, but thanks to the powers Asta had granted me I kept control. I looked at Lillian, her face a lewd mask of deprivation. She was right. It was time I took command.

“Move aside,” I said to Megan and Helena, and the two women immediately moved away, leaving my slick-wet cock standing free and hard. Violet also took this as her cue to pull my hand out of her and get shakily to her knees, eager for instruction.

I turned to Lillian, and looked her in the eyes. I could tell she knew what was coming, and I saw her eyes light up as I ordered her. “Get on my cock.”

***

Asta smiled to herself. Alone in the cold, dark dungeon, she began to feel a little warmer.

Slowly, power was returning to her. The spells she’d been putting in place were doing their job – this was far more Currency than any one person should be able to generate.

She imagined what John must be getting up to, and the thought of it made her shudder with delight, her chains clinking.

There was a creak from somewhere in the room, and footsteps.

“Psst! Hello?”

Asta’s head whipped around, and she saw the demon man Dhaljhin standing there.

“Well now… what are you doing here, hot stuff?” she asked, slowly licking her lips as she eyed the demon up and down.

Dhaljhin looked at her seriously. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay. The big man would kill me if he found out. I just wanted to let you know – they’re busting you out. I mean, ah…” he glanced down at Asta’s heaving bosom, “as a manner of speaking.”

Asta’s eyes widened. “Good boy, John,” she said to herself.

“So, yeah. I just came down here to grab something, thought I’d let you know.”

Asta cocked an eyebrow. “What else did you come here for?”

Dhaljhin blushed, if a bright red demon could. “It’s, ah… complicated. Might work, might not. Just, um…” he looked Asta squarely in the eyes. “…There’s a chance there might be a kinda… feedback loop situation.”

Asta frowned. “As in?”

Dhaljhin swallowed. “As in… overload. It could save you, you might explode into a fountain of pure energy and scatter to the four winds of the Afterlife, you know the drill…”

Asta knew what he meant. There had been stories before. An overload of Currency… Nobody was entirely sure what it might do.

There was even a rumour that complete overload could cause a god to become mortal.

***

We’d all been fucking for what seemed like hours. No-one was getting tired, though, and if anything the girls were making more and more bold moves on me and each other, as though we were all getting even hornier by the minute.

My hands were firmly grasped around Megan’s hips as I pounded her pussy from behind, pulling her thick ass back with every thrust. The room echoed with the rhythmic, meaty smack of her jiggling asscheeks against my body, and she yelped in time as my thick cock invaded the depths of her cunt over and over again.

I watched as Lillian came over and began spanking Megan’s ass as I fucked her, only to see Rosa tackle Lillian to the bed and pin her down, beginning to kiss down her fellow handmaiden’s neck. Somewhere behind me on the bed, Helena was getting her asshole fisted by Violet while my girlfriend sat on her face.

I reached for Megan’s tits, hanging like soft, ripe fruits, and squeezed firmly. My fingers sunk into her pillowy flesh, feeling those enormous breasts tremble with every thrust.

Suddenly, I felt the tight, slick walls of her pussy spasm around me as she reached her climax. I kept fucking her, feeling her clench around my shaft as I filled her quivering cunt over and over.

Megan squealed in ecstasy, collapsing onto the bed with a further moan as my cock slid out of her. I kissed her lightly on the ass and left her there in a drooling, dripping mess on the bed, her pussy still convulsing in orgasm.

I made my way across the mattress to Mel, kissing my girlfriend first on the lips and then down her neck to her breasts as she rode Helena’s face.

Violet, who had been wrist deep in Helena’s ass, saw me approach Ataşehir Evi Olan Escort and licked her lips at the sight of my cock, now wet with Megan’s juices.

“I’ll take care of that,” she said to herself, grabbing me by the shaft and beginning to tug, hard and rough. Mel shakily got off Helena’s face, leaving the goddess with juices all over her lips. I kissed my girlfriend again and she gave me a playful spank before crawling over to tend to Megan.

Violet winked up at me as she jerked me off, her grip tight around me. “Having fun?”

I smiled down at her, opened my mouth to respond –

Darkness.

Hard floor, cold air around me. No wind.

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. A cave, huge and shadowy, with only a few flickering torches lighting the shadow from sconces on the wall. Deep red and orange lights, with no warmth.

Hanging on a wall in front of me, chained up by all four of her limbs, was my goddess, Asta.

“Hey there, big boy.” She smiled down at me, a flash of a grin through the hair that had fallen across her face.

“… Where am I?” I asked. I was still naked, and still erect. There was an echoing drip as a mix of the girls’ saliva and cum fell from my engorged tip.

Asta smiled, flicking her hair back out of her face. Still as gorgeous as ever. “Hell.”

“Ah,” I said. “That figures.”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” she said. I looked into her green eyes and found them soft, gleaming. “I…” her form slumped a little in her shackles. “I need it. I went too far.”

“I need to be back there, Asta. We’re all trying our best to help you.”

“No… you need to be here.” Her eyes hardened for a second. “I know I told you that Currency doesn’t flow as freely when you come direct to me. But in some situations… you need to go straight to the source. You’re trying to create a feedback loop, right? This is the best way.”

I frowned. “What are you saying?”

She fixed me with that gaze again, and for the first time I noticed her pussy, wetness shining in the light.

She said nothing, but I knew what she meant. I took a step closer, and she smiled.

My goddess, I thought to myself as I approached her. Still as beautiful as the day we’d met, when I came home to find her in my shower… I felt like just last week, and yet at the same time a lifetime ago. I’d grown since then… in more ways than one.

Asta looked me up and down, taking me in, those big green eyes full of lust and hope and more than a little fear. Her limbs chained, spread-eagled up against the wall, her hair falling messily and yet perfectly in blonde waves, her full and pert breasts heaving with each slow breath. Her pussy, I now saw, not just wet but dripping, trails of girlcum running down her inner thighs.

I strode up to her, cock in hand, and pushed the slick swollen head of my cock, the cock she had engorged time and time again with her magic, into her wet and waiting cunt as my other hand gently cradled her cheek and I kissed her.

She moaned into my mouth, soft and quiet, as I kept coming closer, drawing our bodies into one another, pushing more and more of my thick shaft inside her and feeling her tightness give way to me.

My hands wrapped around her shoulders, roaming across her back, grabbing her ass as her quiet little moans turned into an almost pathetic whimper. She bucked her hips at me weakly, looking up at me with those eyes, shining, pleading.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

We kissed as my cock bottomed out in her bare, tight pussy.

I held Asta tight against me as we fucked, my arms encircling her. Those impossibly perky breasts squished softly against my chest, her cascade of golden hair falling across both her shoulders and mine. She’d stopped her feeble struggle against those heavy chains and instead relaxed into my arms, letting me take her.

My cock was throbbing, massaged by her tight, hot, thoroughly soaked cunt. The ecstasy as out bodies joined was immeasurable. This was what it felt like to make love to a goddess.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, and Asta’s magical gifts come into effect as I felt the power of control come with it. I could keep it at bay for as long as I wanted. But, just then, Asta raised her head slowly, her husky voice now the barest breath against my ear.

“Do it.”

I kept thrusting. The control and stamina I’d gained from her had made my time as her disciple like a dream, endless hours of sexual pleasure with no heed to the limitations of a normal, mortal body.

“Do it, John.”

I gripped her tight against me, the muscles in my arms bulging. That wasn’t something I was used to, another product of our time together and the constant exercise these powers had granted me.

“Cum inside me.”

I thrusted harder, faster. We’d only just started. I could keep going now, I didn’t have to stop or slow down…

Asta pulled her head back, and stared into my eyes.

“Please. Cum for me.”

In that moment, I gave in to her.

It felt unbelievable. Pleasure grew in my cock like a dull ache, then the release rocked through me, my whole body shaken with pleasure as I clung to Asta, my cock exploding inside her. I pumped thick, hot spurts of cum into her depths, our bodies trembling together, pressed tight into one another as she took my load.

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Kelly was different – she liked to be kissed. She liked to feel loved, not just feel fucked. Fucked by whomever, however, which way didn’t matter so much, as long as she made the contact. And she liked her cock, her “boy clit.” She had always touched herself there when she dressed up, touched herself all over, even when she was younger. She wanted to look sexy and feel desirable, and she wanted to feel hands all over her, touching her, caressing her, letting her know how gorgeous she looked. Her cock would begin to stiffen, and the touch of silk or lace or satin or leather on a sensitive cock would feed the flame and make that cock feel even better and even harder and it would rub on the silk and lace and satin and leather and she could almost feel hands, hands moving over body, over her cock and balls, over her sexy ass, over her thighs, over her shoulders and down to her fingertips. She looked so hot, she thought, as she admired herself in the mirror. I just know men will want to touch me and kiss me and fuck me and kiss me…

Kelly was different from the others, the cross-dressers. They had just wanted to be fucked. Fucked in the mouth, fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth again….. When Master Jim was finished, they had no desire to be kissed by him. After all, they weren’t in love – far from it – they had just been forced, yes, FORCED, into dressing up like a slutty whore and it was all oh so humiliating and he forced me to commit all sorts of awful sex acts, servicing him as if I were a woman! (Please, sir, may I have some more?)

But Kelly was different – and Master Jim began to understand. Every tiger is tamed in a different way, because every tiger is different.

He would have to get inside her head in order to really get inside her pants. Seducing her with words would only take him so far. Shit, she wasn’t looking for a penpal. She needed contact. She needed to feel like she was being felt, not just read or heard or seen.

And so when they got inside her place and closed the door that night, Master Jim hesitated only a moment to look into her eyes, linger for one deep breath, then he reached out and embraced her. He embraced her the way a man embraces a woman, with one arm behind her neck and the other around her waist. Around her waist tight, then moving, drifting east, west, south. And he kissed her. He kissed her softly, then kissed her again a bit longer then again deeper and again Ataşehir Anal Escort and her kissed her with his tongue and then her tongue kissed his and they kissed again. He kissed her the way a man kisses a woman, and she kissed him the way a woman kisses a man, and what the hell she felt like a woman and what the hell he’s a man and oh god it feels good to be held and oh god I’m starting to feel horny and oh god I can feel he’s getting horny and I’m getting wet and drippy and …..

She didn’t know what to do. The slutty part of her thought about dropping to her knees right then and there and ripping his pants off and attacking his stiffening bone like a famished bitch dog. But another part of her, the woman part or girl part or something, liked this kissing, wanted to kiss some more, more kisses, mmm, another kiss, oh sweetie, kiss me sweetie, oh kisses, oh…A man is holding me, she thought. Her heart was pounding, she thought it would jump out of her beautiful sexy bra and jump right out of her beautiful feminine body. She felt again that feeling that oh wouldn’t it be wonderful if I really did have big tits like a woman, nice big sweet titties with nipples that would get huge and hard and jut out of my beautiful sexy bra and jut out of my beautiful feminine body and I could rub my nipples and rub my tits against a man, a man, I could turn him on and he would want to suck my tits and fuck me and suck my nipples and fuck me…Her own cock was stiffening now.

He knew the moment was right. He pushed her down, firmly but gently, pushed her down to the floor. He pulled off his boots and sox and she got his belt and got his pants off real quick, all the while grabbing a kiss here and a rub there. He laid her down on the floor on her back, reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows off the couch. One he tossed by her head, the other he stuffed under her backside, which he deftly lifted. Now to hike up that sexy little skirt. Oh, this was such a fun part! To see this gorgeous slut laying on the floor in front of him in the dim light, legs apart, ready to give it up, ready to take it in the ass for him, beautiful long legs spread apart, with beautiful sexy black stockings and those sexy fuckin’ come-fuck-me-pumps that never fail to transform, to create female allure. And now, to get that skirt up over those black thong panties and that black garter belt up to that slender waist and now to pull Ataşehir Yaşlı Escort those panties down and oh yes she’s looking right at me with wide eyes saying yes, I like to wear sexy panties and please sir take my sexy panties off and please sir I know I’m just a sissy slut but please sir fuck me anyways please fuck me in the ass and I will fuck you so good and I will let you fuck me in the ass and fuck me in the mouth…. He would grow to love that look.

And yes, he would fuck her, yes she had a cock and balls but so what, they were kinda sexy looking all shaved and smooth, different, almost feminine, but getting quite firm and balls starting to twitch like mine she knows how it feels and so do I when cock and balls start to feel good and we both know and understand. And yes he grabs her by the ankles and spreads her apart wide and bends her legs forward enough and he can see her darling puckered asshole which he is going to fuck and which is fun to fuck and it feels good and tight like fucking a woman’s ass and it is like a woman’s all smooth and cute and it is a woman’s ass, my woman’s, my special woman’s.

He reaches into his shirt pocket and whips out a packet of lube, thinking himself a real Boy Scout, “be prepared” and all, but before he can rip it open she scooches up a bit, reaches over to the end table and produces a tube of lube herself and she’s grinning and before he knows it she’s already reached up the leg of his briefs and is already massaging his cock head and stroking his cock and getting it nice and greasy and nice and hard and oh yeah, baby, you’re making me so hard and geez she knows just how stroke it and oh she is fuckin’ gonna jack me off right here if I don’t stop this now….

Master Jim pulled back and caught his breath. He lowered his briefs enough to whip his cock out over the top of the elastic band, grabbed her ankles again, and took aim.

“Now reach down here and guide it in, Kelly baby. Guide it into your ass for me.”

She reached under herself and spread her ass cheeks apart, like a slut, like a woman taking it in the ass from a man. With her right hand she could just reach his cock, already nestled up against her opening, already brushing against it with ominous intent. Now, now they were going to fuck, now he would penetrate her.

A lunge and in, in, in, in. Oh baby, that was good! He paused to let her rectum adjust to the intruder, Ataşehir Zenci Escort and then began to make his midnight creep. Back and forth, back and forth a little, a little more, and deeper , ah yes…

He looked into her eyes. She was loving it, and he was loving it. They rocked back and forth, eyes barely open, open just enough so he could burn her lovely image into his brain, open just enough so she could see the face of the man who was fucking her like a woman, she could see his lust, his eyes, his nose, his moustache, she could hear him breathing heavy, she could feel him press against her, she could feel his weight pinning her down, most of all she could feel his long cock penetrating her ass, she could feel a real man cock in her ass. It had been so long since she had felt that…

He began to rock harder, to grind into her more. It felt sooo good. They fell into a trance-like state of rhythmic rocking, grinding, rocking, grinding. He want to do so much to her. He wanted to fuck her this way, and he wanted to fuck her doggy style, and he wanted to pile drive her, and he wanted to fuck her sexy mouth. And he wanted to fuck her forever and ever, he never wanted to stop fucking her. And she never wanted to stop being fucked, being fucked by him this way and sideways and every way by this man.

But then the inevitable began, more inevitable than death and taxes and mightier than both combined. She could tell, from the feel of his cock swelling even more than it was already, from his breathing, from his pace, from the look on his face, the look of absolute bliss and oblivion and desire and loss of control and …

“OH! OH! KELLY! OOOHHHH!!”

He pressed down on her and buried his cock into her body and his face against her neck His mind exploded in colors and images of flesh and hair and eyes and lips and her rectum throbbed and pulsed in unison with his manhood and she began to feel her own orgasm as his orgasm raged inside her and then she felt her balls tingle and she reached down and grabbed her own cock and squeezed and stroked and …

“OH! OH! JIM! OH, MASTER JIM! OOOHHHH!!”

She felt herself spinning into some vortex of interstellar fuck-pleasure. She was blacking out, with a simultaneous super-nova in her head and a bottle rocket exploding in her ass. She closed her eyes and just held on to him.

Eventually, they woke up. Time to get up, clean up, go back to reality, back to their normal, straight lives. But that was OK, nothing could take away their shared pleasure, their memories, their “true heritage.”

She looked up into his eyes and smiled shyly. Then she rolled over and took something off the end table again.

“I got you a key, Master.”

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My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did. No dreams to remember at all, either. Just pure solid sleep. I feel really good and relaxed. Until I sit up. There’s this dull ache way low in my stomach. It’s not terrible but it’s uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls. I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently. Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably. I ignore it and take my shower. In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday. The memory of the night before last is there but easier to shove away. And the other stuff? I just kind of put it into this little mental box and bury it.

I feel like toasted crap but the shower works wonders. Turned up almost all the way, I just stand and turn this way and that to let the hot water wash over my body. Luxurious. Usually my showers are short but the hot water is working my muscles, relaxing them. Loosening them. I hadn’t noticed how stiff I was from everything. Mmmm… my skin feels especially sensitive at the moment, in a good way but also in that crazy almost-too-much-to-bear tickling sensitivity. Definitely going to change my detergent.

When the water turns slightly colder, I grab the soap and lather my hands. Wow. I am sensitive. And my skin is really smooth. Crazy smooth. I guess I hadn’t realized what losing my body hair meant because my hands just glide over my ches- OH SHIT! My nipples feel really good right now. Could it be? I look down but, no, they’re just my nipples. Small with the little, barely quarter sized aureole around them. Erect, sure, but I’m playing with them. It’s much more noticeable – the jolt to my balls. Huh. It also makes the ache less… ache-y. I lean back against the shower wall, out of the stream of water, and rub both nipples. Fuck, yes. I’m rock hard from the feeling but not even thinking of touching my dick because my nipples feel so … different. Left over response from the other night but, unlike the confused imagery from yesterday, I’ll gladly take it.

I don’t notice my right hand going down to my thigh. My left middle and index fingers are rubbing and tweaking my tiny left nipple while my right hand has settled on the crease between my inner thigh and balls. My eyes are closed, not imagining anything – just losing myself in the feeling of the live nerve running straight from my nipple to my dick. I’m pressing the fingers and flat of my right hand against the side of my balls and inner thigh – rubbing the area in a down and forward motion over and over as if massaging myself. If I were noticing it, I’d say it felt good in an odd way. But, I don’t notice it and I’m not doing it on purpose. All I know is the – FUCK! I buckle and fall on my ass, thankful there’s some padding there.

Shaking. I’m sh… shaking and…. Jesus, it’s hard to breathe. My dick is pumping, cumming against the walls. Pale glops of sperm hitting here and there and being taken down by the water. I can’t seem to control my body. My hips keep jerking and my legs are like a pair of snakes fighting in a bag. I won’t ever admit it but that small part of me that’s coherent through the orgasm and shaking is faintly sad that the cum is gone to where I can’t get it.

My body settles after a little bit of the strange jerkiness. I have my arms clenched around my chest and lower stomach and I’m breathing hard. I have, never in my life, ever cum without my dick being involved in some way. Ever. My dick is flaccid against my balls and that ache is back deep in me. I curse myself for getting worked up and making it worse but what’s done is done and the shower’s going cold. I go to my knees, ignoring the image of the she-wolf on her knees, and, but no, I can’t stand. I can reach the shampoo bottle from where I am so I quickly clean my hair and turn off the cold water.

So, I sit. Kneel. With my hands on my thighs and my eyes closed. Breathing. Wiggling my toes. When I’m sure I can stand, I do, leaning on the walls for support. I’m careful with the towel as I dry off since I’m still sensitive and my nipples feel painful from me messing with them.

There’s barely time to brush my teeth and grab a protein bar to eat on the way to work so I rush through it. The tags come of off my new clothes really easily and I’m pleased to feel the silk cool and soft against my chest. No irritation for the skin like my other shirt and even my sore nipples aren’t bothered. The pants are a little tight in the seat and sides but I’m sure I’ll ease into them the more I wear them. I do a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn’t miss any tags, turning to the side to see the back and… huh. My ass looks good in these slacks. Reaching back, I check and feel a plumpness that wasn’t there before. I think the tightness of them are pushing at the skin and making it seem like I actually have an ass. Like those bras that make a lady seem to have more cleavage than she actually has. I twirl a bit to see both sides but my other alarm goes off so I head out.

It’s a gray day but Ataşehir Grup Escort I feel oddly cheerful. I can’t figure out why but I’m tapping the steering wheel and humming some half-remembered song as I drive along to work, singing out the wrong lyrics off-key. I’m even grinning at random people during the stop-and-go part of the traffic. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I turned into a fucking werewolf the other night! Why haven’t I stopped to think about it and be amazed? A goddamned werewolf! Sure, I barely remember it but it happened. And, okay, as a woman too but still a werewolf. I almost feel like laughing out loud suddenly. Who’d believe it? It’s something I’ll remember until the day I die. Even the dull ache under my balls isn’t enough to dampen my good mood. Everything just seems so much brighter. It’s crazy.

I call out good morning to different people as I make my way to my desk at work, humming as I go along. Tea, protein bar, email. Done. I settle into it and time passes. Things are starting to feel more routine. I check my mail for credit references, new customer forms and anything from my boss. There’s a nice stack of things for me to deal with so I get started and time passes.

“You probably want to get that checked, man.” The voice startles me badly. I get sucked into work easily. The easy monotony of paperwork and the combination of living alone and not having a TV means I’m not surrounded by people and noise constantly. Add in what happened the past two nights and me being on edge in general and I find I’m way jumpier than usual.

“Get what… Oh.” I’ve been scratching my chest again. I hadn’t even noticed myself doing it. Slow, long scratches. “Yeah, just not paying attention. What’s up, Ed?” I ask.

“Did you see my email about Aquatica? I really need you to open them up in the system. I’ve got a $20,000 order waiting to go through.” Ed looks like he could be on drugs. Skinny, twitchy, eyes darting here and there and this strange energy. I keep waiting for him to try to borrow money from me for some fake reason while actually going out to buy cocaine or meth or whatever druggies use. I know shockingly little about drugs and I’m okay with that. That’s why god invented vodka.

“Yeah, I did. And you know what they did the past two times. We had to fight them to pay us back.” I tell him. It’s true, too. They’re a terrible company.

“Come onnnn, man. I know their sales rep and she swears she’ll pay on time.” He looks like he’s about to pee himself. The company gossip (I hear it second hand by snooping on conversations) is that Ed has a problem with money – a boat, car and a house he can’t afford. And probably a heroin habit. Or cocaine. Whatever.

I shrug. “Ed, I can’t do it. It’s-“

“Rebecca said they’d pay it! I talked to her myself. Yeah, they had problems before but they need our engines for some of their new boats. They’ll pay. She said. They have guaranteed work.” His cheeks are flushed. He’s mad. I can feel my heart speeding up. My previously cheerful mood is evaporating.

“My boss has the file, Ed. Talk to him if-“

“Fuck. Seriously? Can you talk to him? I’ll send you the emails.”

“Ed, I explained everything to him but-“

“Jesus. Same damn thing every time. Why do I even ask? I’ll talk to your damn boss.” He leaves in a huff and I can feel my heart hammering. Stupid. Stupid. It’s not my fault! I can feel tears starting at the corner of my eyes and I rub at them to try to keep them away. My face feels hot to the touch. I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands. Why the hell am I crying? I’m fine. I was happy. I… a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand. I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit. I’m breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls. What’s wrong with me? Ed’s an asshole but that wasn’t a big deal. I just… I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears leak out. I can’t catch my breath properly. I haven’t cried since my dog died when I was a kid. Not a full blown cry like this.

It takes five minutes before my breathing is back to normal. My face is still warm and my eyes are watery but I don’t feel like I’m about to have a crying fit over some stupid little-! Argh! I can feel it starting again just at the thought of Ed and his problem. No. No, no. More deep breaths. Slowly. How stupid is this? I know it’s not my fault. There’s no way this should upset me like that. I want to go home. I don’t want anyone to look at me. I just want to be home under covers. In the dark. Goddammit. I can feel my throat hurting from needing to cry but I shove it down yet again.

My computer’s clock lists the time at a little past 11 – nearly lunch time. I clear my throat a few times until I’m sure I’m okay. I sniff once, yell at myself mentally and then blow my nose. I still feel like crying. I hate this. I hate this feeling. I need a vacation. I knew there would be a breaking point from the stress of dealing with assholes at work but this is too Ataşehir Manken Escort much. I look stupidly at the form in front of me, trying to will myself to work. Trying to make the thing make sense.

I don’t jump at the voice this time but it takes a second to recognize someone is talking to me. “Are you all right?” The voice asks. I nod my head, cough a little and rub at my eyes.

“Allergies.” I say. My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk. I rub at my throat a bit but it doesn’t make it feel better. “What’s up, Sarah?”

“I just emailed you some forms for a new customer and I need them all approved in an hour. I can have their references in ten minutes but it’s a new place and they’re big and promising some nice orders if we hustle.” Sarah is one of them. One of the bitchy ladies. You can tell it by the bitch creases at the corner of her eyes and by the way she opens her mouth and the bitchiness just rolls off her tongue. Snap to it. I’m more important than anything else, etc… etc…

I’m growling deep in my throat because it seems to help a little. Like a little massage. A simple little ‘rrrrrrrrr’ sound that’s very quiet. I think. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice. I can feel the stress starting up again. I hate it. “I can’t. I have three other things Ed needs right now. Anyway. did the GM sign off on it since it’s a rush job?”

What was it? What finally does it? The way she grimaces? Or the way she rolls her eyes? Simply the way she talks? Her tone? The heavy, over-dramatic sigh? She starts to talk but I don’t let her. I can feel this sudden anger. My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage. Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad. My voice is scratchy and I’m probably crying but I don’t give a flying fuck. Words just start pouring out of my mouth. Louder and louder. “Stop. Don’t say anything, Sarah. Don’t say another word. I’m tired of the shit. Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don’t deserved. D…” My voice stumbles and squeaks, changing pitch for a moment. “Don’t come over here giving me bullshit just because I’m doing my job and making sure we don’t get fucked. JESUS!” I stomp my foot and I can feel my hands trembling at my sides. I’m so damn angry and tired right now. And, yes, I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My chin would probably be trembling if I weren’t clamping my jaw so tight.

Sarah is astounded. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide in shock. Is this what I looked like yesterday at the department store? She tries to talk for a moment and I stare back, as hard as I can. My mouth is a thin slit of anger. Everyone is pointedly not looking our way but still listening really hard. “I… I…” And then she walks away. She just turns and leaves. I stare at her back until she’s out of sight.

The men’s bathroom is only ten feet away. I’m there in seconds, locking the door behind me. It’s a small one person bathroom so I thankfully have the whole thing to myself. I collapse onto the toilet with my arms wrapped around my chest, crying as quietly as I can. It’s a hard cry. I probably look like a fool with snot and tears running. I taking great gulps of air with each sob. I can’t seem to stop it happening. The weird thing is that, mentally I don’t exactly feel like I should be crying. Logically, I know I’m fine. I just can’t stop it.

And then I’m laughing. And crying. Quietly. No, I don’t know why I’m laughing, either. I just ride it out. I decide if I can’t control my own emotions then I’m just going to mentally sit back and let it happen. Now I notice my pants are actually digging into my sides a bit – definitely tighter than I thought they were. It’s making it harder for me to catch my breath. I’d do something about it if I could stop crying. And by degrees, I calm down. Slowly. From quiet gulps of air to hiccups to sniffling and little bits of fragmented laughter. My stomach is in knots and my head is pounding.

Toilet paper doesn’t make good for good tissue paper but it’s better than nothing and I go through half of a roll cleaning off all the snot and tears. My face hurts. From all the crying. Just aches from my jaw to the sides of my face and up. I toss the toilet paper in the trash and go to the mirror to survey the damage. My eyes are all red. Naturally. Something else is off but my head hur… What the fuck? I stare. I stand up straight and stare with my hands on the edge of the cold ceramic sink.

Nipples. The silk shirt I’m wearing is a fairly simple medium-sized red short-sleeve design. No pockets or anything like that. I don’t like pockets on my shirts. My nipples are pressed against the shirt and they’re very obviously there. And large. Like a woman’s nipples. Now that I see them, I can feel them against the shirt. I bite my bottom lip at the feeling of how they glide against the fabric. It’s sensuous and I can feel the throbbing in my pants from both the feeling of it and simply seeing them pressing against the shirt. As if hypnotized, my hands go to the buttons of my shirt and undo Ataşehir Masöz Escort them. Slowly, I pull the shirt open.

Fat dark brown nipples. I can feel the air moving against them. The aureole is way larger, slightly puffy looking and also a darker brown color. My chest is flat. Well, no, that’s wrong. Let me rephrase – I used to have almost man-boobs. When I lost the fat yesterday, I had some semblance of pectorals. Not quite but still there. Except not any more.

I have budding breasts under the nipples. Barely anything but I can see the swell. A little girl’s breasts. I grimace at that thought but I’m not a little girl. And the nipples are certainly not something that belong on a child – I’ve seen grown women with smaller ones. My hand reaches for one of them but stop just an inch away. My heart is pounding and the hand near the nipple is shaking slightly. I lean into the mirror to see better and then touch the nipple. The jolt is immediate and I bite my lip again, moaning slightly. The skin around the nipple shrivels slightly as if gathering up and I can feel a slight pull as the nipple hardens.

I can’t help it. I push harder against the nipple, rolling it around. My head goes back – the feeling is intense. I can’t hold back the “Ohhhh godddd” moan that escapes my lips. My breast is small but soft and I feel the softness against my fingers as I push the nipple in and around. The shock of the feeling goes straight to my feet by way of my balls. Way worse than what I experienced in the shower this morning. And by worse I mean “Holy Jesus Fuck that feels amazing.” My hand automatically cups the small breast while I pinch and roll the nipple with my fingers. It’s different being the lady rather than the man in this position but it works. I can barely stay standing. My legs keep wanting to buckle and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than this delicious itching/tickling/electrical thing that’s going on in my body. My nerves are alive with it and I can feel the pressure building for me to cum.

It’s hard to stop but I do. After double-checking the lock on the door, I make my way back to the toilet. My shirt comes off and goes on the little hook nearby. I unbutton my pants and have to struggle to get them off of my hips – they’re wider now. I can see the difference because they flare out slightly. I run my hands from my sides down to the hips and I think I could just stand there touching myself like this for hours. My whole body is smooth and sensitive to the touch. And I have an ass now – it bubbles out slightly and is nearly as soft as my tit feels. I knead the flesh of my ass cheeks and moan again, louder this time. Pulling and kneading and massaging… my balls are aching from all this torture. I need to cum badly. When I sit on the toilet seat, I can feel the way my ass squishes slightly. And then, I notice my dick. It’s smaller. Completely hard but maybe four or five inches instead of the seven inches it should be. I should be scared but I’m not. At all.

My left hand goes to my left tit. It’s bigger now. Slightly bigger. I massage the breast over and over, twisting my feet at the feeling. My right hand automatically goes between my thigh and balls again, rubbing and kneading the flesh there. My thighs are thicker than before but I don’t especially notice. What I do notice is that I’m very sensitive in the spot my right hand is playing with. It’s an interesting counter-point to the way my nipple feels. A localized thrum of pleasurable pressure right to my balls versus this jagged bolt from my nipple. I’m moaning and twisting my feet, rubbing my crotch while pinching and rolling my nipple. Moaning and gasping and mewling, my voice changing slightly, pitching higher. I subconsciously notice the dull pain in my throat for a moment before it goes away. My dick is throbbing with each heartbeat. I should’ve cum already but it’s taking longer and I don’t really care.

A very feminine “Haaahnnnn!” sound comes from my mouth over and over while I play with myself. I can’t… I can’t… can’t think… too much… too much pressure, too many sensations, like my brain is a live wire humming with electricity. The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer and I have to bite my lip painfully to keep from screaming out loud. I muffle it and taste blood as I bite deeper. My hands fly out, left hand hitting the wall as I shake from the waves of pleasure. This fiery wave of pressure releasing throughout my whole body. I can feel my dick spasming but I can’t keep my eyes open. They’re fluttering as I gasp out muffled screams and my feet drum the floor.

Finally, I collapse into myself, hunched over. I can smell my cum. My brain buzzes at the remembered taste and I can feel the saliva working in my mouth, like a dog trained to drool at the ding of a bell. I want to taste it but I can’t move. I’m holding myself tight and still shaking a little from the orgasm. I grip tighter and lean into myself more but that’s a mistake – my nipples rub against my legs and then FUCK! FUCK! I scream out loud this time because I wasn’t expecting it. As a man, I cum once and I’m done for a while and there’s no screaming. A grunt, maybe? Not… not this… Jesus! I’m shaking again. Why’s it… why’s it so much? Why…? Fuck. Every nerve in my body is alive and I’m still moaning. My right leg starts jumping with a weird nervous tic and I can’t make it stop.

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The rest of the week was more hectic than ever. We finished up with the interviews hiring four more girls. We also hired Carson, a black male. He was a former model who’d also played football in college. Carson had retained his muscular physique from his college days. He was just over six foot tall and bald. He shaved his head every day, something women liked, at least according to him. I wasn’t into bald guys so it didn’t do much for me.

Frank and Jackie brought all the lighting equipment from Paramount Productions over to our studio. We were beginning to look more and more like a video production company. Amber and I paid Carl a visit on morning, sorting through the clothing. I made Carl an offer to purchase all the clothing but he wouldn’t consider my offer. If I waited long enough, he might reconsider my offer. I wasn’t in any hurry but maybe Carl was.

Steven stopped by the club Wednesday evening. He seemed quite excited as he climbed the stairs to the office. He grabbed me, giving me a firm hug.

“Guess what!” He stated. “I just got invited to a cocktail party Saturday evening at the Harpers. It’s black tie!”

“So, who’re the Harpers?” I asked. “Someone important I take it.”

“James Harper of Harper, Douglas and Klein.” He replied. “They’re the largest corporate law office in the state.”

“Oh.” I responded. “Some of your competition?”

“Not if I can get in with them.” He answered. “I hoping this’ll lead to a job offer with their firm.”

“You mean give up your own firm and go in with them?” I asked, confused.

“Hell yes, let the bastards pay me to work for them.” Steven replied. “I could cut my overhead, work in a high-rise office. I’d be crazy not to work for them.”

“What about Sarah?” I mentioned. “Would you take her with you?”

“Nah, let the bitch go find another office job somewhere else!” He exclaimed.

I was more shocked than surprised at his remarks, especially about Sarah.

“I know Saturday nights one of your busiest but I really need you to accompany me.” He added. “It important to me.”

I didn’t really want to attend the cocktail party not because I’d have to be away from the club but because of Steven’s motives and callousness. I reluctantly agreed to go with him even though it was against my better judgment.

“Hope you’ve got a sexy cocktail dress in your wardrobe.” Steven stated. “If not, go buy something! I want you looking hot………..but not slutty or anything!”

“Ok.” I responded, sarcastically. “Sexy but not slutty. I think I can remember that.”

“I didn’t quite mean it like that.” Steven said, apologizing. “I just want you to look………nice!

“Window dressing.” I thought. “I’m just going to be window dressing for him, a trophy put on display for this law firm he was so damn interested in.”

Steven hurried out of the club, not bothering to ask how my day had gone. I was pissed to say the least. If I had doubts about our relationship, I had even more doubts now.

David Thompson, the electrical contractor, stopped in at the club early Friday afternoon.

“I just stopped by to see if we could start the lighting project early Monday morning?” He asked. I picked up most of the new fixtures this morning. The rest will be in early next week.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied. “What time do you want to start?”

“Is 6:00am too early?” He inquired. “We’ll be out of your way before 3:00pm each day till we’re finished.”

“Oh, ok.” I muttered. “I’ll make arrangements to have someone here to let you in or I’ll be here myself.”

“If it’s a bother, we could start later in the morning.” David suggested. “I don’t want to cause you any hassle.”

“No, 6:00am is fine.” I stated. “It’s not a hassle.”

Steven arrived at the apartment around 7:30 Saturday evening to take me with him to the cocktail party. He was strikingly handsome in his tuxedo. I was sure he’d be noticed by the people he wanted to impress. I wore my white cocktail dress with matching high-heels. The designer dress was knee length with a toga style throw over one shoulder. I wore rhinestone earrings with a matching necklace to accentuate the outfit. Steven just looked me over quickly, smiling his approval. He never expressed a compliment or remark about my appearance.

“We arrived at the Harper’s residence in one of the more high class areas of Carmel around 8:15. I noticed several expensive cars parked along the driveway and over by the tennis courts. I felt uncomfortable, being out of my league. I had to go through with attending the party even if it was just for Steven.

Once inside the Harper’s magnificent home I was introduced to several other attorneys and businessmen Steven was acquainted with. I put on my best smile and tried to be friendly with everyone. Steven handed me a glass of champagne, knowing I was trying to keep away from any liquor. I sipped it slowly, hoping the one glass would get me through the night.

Steven made it a point to introduce me to Mr. and Mrs. Douglas and the Kleins. Both couples Ataşehir Fetiş Escort were in their mid to late fifties. Steven introduced me as the “future Mrs. Steven Wells”. Both couples seemed quite nice and impressed to some degree. I made idle chitchat with Mrs. Douglas while her husband and Steven went off somewhere to talk in private.

“Steven tells me you’re quite a businesswoman.” Mrs. Douglas stated. “What kind of business?”

“Business investments actually, nightclubs and video production companies.” I replied, trying to avoid going into any details.

I should have said. “Strip bars and adult films! You know, what guys really want when their wives aren’t around! Things that’ll make their dicks harder than concrete!”

I kept my cool and changed the subject to legal talk. I figured Mrs. Douglas would carry most of the conversation. She yammered on and on about the law firm and how well they were doing. She sure wasn’t going to talk about sex. She’d probably forgotten what the hell sex was, no thanks to her husband. A good orgasm would probably put her in cardiac arrest!

I managed to finally get away from Mrs. Douglas, asking her where the powder room was. I set my half empty glass of champagne down at the end of the bar and slipped out onto the terrace to have a cigarette. The cool night air was refreshing, a welcome break from all the hot air inside the house. I smoked one cigarette and then lit up another.

“Could I get a light from you?” A handsome middle-aged man asked as he approached me.

“Certainly.” I replied, handing him my lighter.

“Nice to find another smoker in this crowd!” He exclaimed. “Everyone’s kicking the habit!”

“The price isn’t helping matters any either.” I added. “Cigarettes are getting ridiculous.”

The man smiled at my remarks, introducing himself. “I’m James Harper.”

“Oh, I’m Jennifer Kramer.” I stated. “I’m here with Steven Wells.”

“Yes, I know.” Mr. Harper responded. “Steven’s fiancée, the businesswoman.”

“We’ve been keeping an eye on your Steven.” Harper stated. “He’s handled some really tough clients, done a great job with them.”

I nodded my head, not really knowing what he was referring to.

“Yes, he’s a great attorney.” I muttered. “He’s taken really good care of me.”

I almost grinned when I realized how the remark sounded. Mr. Harper caught it too, getting a good laugh out of it. James put his hand on my shoulder, assuring me he thought it was just funny.

“How’s your businesses coming along.” James asked. “I hear J.R.’s is really booming since you bought the place.”

I was surprised he knew about my involvement in the nightclub.

“Steven must have told you that?” I said. “We are doing good. In fact, we’re doing really well.”

“Steven never mentioned it.” Harper responded. “I just happen to know people who frequent your club.”

I assumed if Harper knew about J.R.’s, he might possibly know about the adult video business. He didn’t mention it and I certainly wasn’t going to bring it up. We talked for almost thirty minutes, smoking constantly during our conversation.

Mr. Harper took my hand, placing it on his arm as we walked back inside the house. He walked me around, introducing me to people in upper management positions and banking. I was quite impressed with the people attending the cocktail party. Spending most of the evening on James’s arm was much better than spending it with Steven. He was doing his best to make an impression on everyone. It was very disappointing, seeing him at his worse.

Steven and I left the party shortly before midnight. I asked Steven to let me drive, knowing he’d had too much to drink and still be driving but he wouldn’t hear of it. I cringed a couple of times on the way home when he ran several stop signs. He talked constantly about hoping to get a job offer from the law firm.

I waited patiently till he got back to my apartment before letting him know it was over between us. He didn’t take the news all that well. I pulled the engagement ring off my finger and handed it to him. Not having the ring on made my hand feel awkward. I’d gotten so used to wearing it.

“Look, we need to talk about this.” Steven said. “I don’t want us to be over.”

“There’s no sense in talking.” I responded. “It’s over between us. I’m never going to get married again. Wearing the ring was just a sham. We weren’t kidding anybody but ourselves.”

I stepped out of the car and walked quickly towards my apartment. Steven drove off, almost hitting several parked cars.

I hurriedly changed clothes and drove to the nightclub. I did the closing with Marcus so Amber could take off early and get some sleep. She noticed the ring was gone from my finger but didn‘t ask about it. I was glad she didn’t, not wanting to talk about it or answer any questions.

Sunday, I slept in till late afternoon. I was exhausted mentally and physically from the previous week’s activities. Amber was gone so I had the apartment Ataşehir Gecelik Escort all to myself. Lying on the couch, I watched movies till late in the evening.

It was almost 5:30 Monday morning when I left for J.R.’s. I checked on Amber before I left, finding her still gone. The cleaning crew was just leaving when I pulled into the club’s parking lot.

David’s electricians arrived shortly after 6:00. David was with them, splitting the men into several crews. I stood back out of the way, figuring it was the best way I could help. From my office in the loft I could see the men scurrying around, not wasting any time. Chris and Jared were removing some of the old lighting. After everyone had their assigned duties, David came up to my office carrying several boxes.

“Thought you’d like to see some of the new lights before we installed them.” He said, opening one of the boxes.

I was quite impressed with their sleek design and color finish. David pointed out the technical features and economical aspects. I was quite impressed with his knowledge of the products. It made me feel alot better about spending the money.

I saw him looking at my hand, noticing the ring was gone. He started to say something but I asked him a quick question before he could speak.

“I’d like to talk with Jared sometime this morning if you wouldn’t mind.” I said. “I didn’t want to bother him without asking you first.”

“Oh sure. It’s alright with me.” David responded. “He said something about hoping to do some audio work for you.”

I managed to talk with Jared before I left for the 9:00 meeting. He was gung-ho to work for us. Jared mentioned he had a close friend, his girlfriend in fact, that would work as his assistant. I asked him to stop by the studio and check out the equipment we’d purchased. He’d need to set it up to suit his requirements.

Frank sat in on our 9:00 meeting. Amber arrived a few minutes late, getting held up in traffic. We sat in the office discussing what we wanted to shoot for our first video.

“I like this fantasy concept.” Jackie stated. “We can shoot five straight scenes and one lesbian scene to make the movie.”

“What about shooting a fantasy series?” Amber asked. “Then we could shoot sequels as we came up with new ideas.”

“I like both ideas.” I stated. “We need to pick some really good fantasies though. I want the first video to be hot so we can build the demand for additional sequels.”

“I’ve got plenty of fantasies.” Jackie said, laughing. “I can write them down but they’ll still need to be scripted.”

“Maybe we need a writer.” I responded. “That’s something I didn’t think about. Someone who can write dialogue as well as story ideas.”

“Could just have the actors adlib the lines.” Amber suggested. “With some of these inexperienced girls that probably isn’t a very good idea though.”

We mulled over the idea of hiring a writer but I wasn’t too keen on adding another person to the payroll right now. The money wasn’t running out but it was spending alot more than I had anticipated.

“Why don’t you try and find someone who’ll sell us stories?” Frank asked. “Someone who can write dialogue as well as ideas.”

“That’s an idea, at least for now anyway.” I replied. “Once I recoup some of these initial expenses, we’ll add a writer.”

“What about special effects equipment?” Frank inquired. “Have you thought about that?”

“Not really.” I answered. “We’ll get into that later. I can’t afford to buy anymore equipment right now.”

“Guess that means editing equipment too?” Frank stated.

“No, I’ve got enough money to buy editing equipment.” I replied. “It’s mostly computers, electronics and software. Guess I need to go shopping again, don’t I?”

I was trying to run figures in my head, not paying attention to the rest of the conversation. My main thought was getting the first video completed and on the market. It had to be successful in order to keep going. Failure wasn’t an option!

“Is there anything else we need to discuss before I get going?” I inquired.

“Well, now that you mention it. There is one thing.” Jackie spoke.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“What happened between you and Steven?” Jackie asked. “Why’d you give him his ring back?”

It was hard looking right at Frank and relating what Steven had said and how he’d acted at the cocktail party. I was sure Steven had given Frank and Jackie his side of the story.

“Steven’s definitely got his downside at times.” Frank stated. “I just hate to see it end between you two over something so frivolous.”

“Frivolous, downside my ass!” I exclaimed. “He just showed his true colors. Saturday night, I was nothing more than his showpiece. If I’d of known how much of an ass he was going to make of himself, I’d never have gone.”

“But…………he just………….” Frank started to say.

“Frank, it’s over between your son and me!” I stated. “I don’t want to hear his name ever mentioned again. Let’s drop it before I say Ataşehir Genç Escort something I’ll regret.”

I didn’t give Frank a chance to respond. I grabbed my purse and attaché, hurrying to the door. If Frank had tried to make another excuse for Steven’s behavior, I’d probably have thrown him out.

Later, Monday afternoon at the club, I received a phone call from Carl. He sounded a little desperate so I listened to him.

“That offer on the clothes still standing?” Carl asked. “I might be willing to consider it.”

“Wish it was Carl but right now I’m not spending any money I don’t have to.” I replied. “Maybe later on after I make some of my money back. Just not right now.”

“Damn, hate to hear that.” Carl responded. “I could really use some quick cash.”

“You…………need cash……..with all the fucking money you’ve made!” I exclaimed. “That’s a little hard for me to believe!”

“Well, I wouldn’t bullshit you.” Carl stated. “I’m in a bit of a financial bind right now.”

“Well, I’d be willing to work out a deal.” I offered. “You accept my original offer with payment in ninety days, no sooner.”

“How about sixty days instead of ninety?” Carl asked.

“Can’t do it Carl, ninety days is my best offer.” I answered.

“Ok, let’s do it.” He replied. “How soon can you get over here and take everything out?”

“Let me call Jackie, see what she and Frank have got going on.” I said. “I’ll have Jackie give you a call on your cell phone.”

I called Jackie to let her know the situation. She and Frank would set up a time for the two of them to go over to Carl’s and bring out all the clothing. Jackie was like me, not understanding how Carl could be in financial difficulties with all the money he’d made in the past.

By 2:30, the Thompson electricians had cleared out, cleaning up any messes they’d made. I leaned back in my chair to take a quick nap before opening time. I left the club around 10:00pm that evening. I could barely keep my eyes open on the drive home.

It was raining torrents the next morning. David’s electricians were late getting to the club because of the weather. I spoke briefly with David about the lighting project and how things were progressing. We sat at one of the tables, sharing a cup of coffee. David left after awhile to check out a job some of his men were working on across town.

Chris came up to the office during a break. He appeared to have something on his mind.

“You doing ok?” He asked. “Kind of worried about you.”

“I’m ok.” I answered. “Why would you be worried about me?

“I noticed you’re not wearing your engagement ring.” Chris replied. “That and you look like you’re really tired.”

“Oh……well, it’s over between Steven and me.” I responded. “We weren’t really engaged anyway.”

“Does that mean you’re dating again?” He asked.

“No! Besides you’ve got a girlfriend don’t you?” I answered, kidding him.

“Yeah, I’ve got a girlfriend.” Chris said. “Somebody else was just wondering.”

“Somebody else?” I questioned. “Well, I’m not dating anyone, not for awhile anyway.”

“What if Dave were to ask you out, say for dinner or something?” He asked. “Would you go out with him?”

“David Thompson?” I replied. “Isn’t he married?”

“No, he’s divorced.” Chris replied. “He’d really like to go out with you.”

I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the mood to go out with anyone and I certainly didn‘t have any free time.

It was nearing 9:00 before I got away from the club. The white cargo van was parked alongside the building when I pulled up in front of the studio. Everyone was sitting in my office, waiting on me. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at my desk.

“Ok, where do we start first?” I asked. “What’s the latest on getting the clothes out of Carl’s studio?”

“Jackie and I are going over right after the meeting.” Frank responded. “I borrowed the van so we should be able to get everything in one trip.”

“IRS! Bet it’s the IRS that’s hot on Carl!” Jackie exclaimed. “Knew they’d catch onto him eventually!”

“What do you mean?” I inquired. “He did pay his taxes, didn’t he?”

“Carl never paid ALL his taxes.” Jackie replied. “He had some half-assed accountant doing his books, both sets.”

“Both sets!” I exclaimed. “He should have known better. Carl’s got more sense than that“.

“Are we still planning on shooting the first scene Monday like we planned?” Amber asked, changing the subject. “We need to get set up if we are.”

“Yeah, we’re still on for Monday.” I replied. “I’m going to put Rick and Diane in it with Chris as the male lead.”

“What’s the fantasy?” Jackie questioned. “Two guys doing one girl?”

“One guy, Chris, doing Diane while her husbands watches.” I replied. “A fantasy where the husband wants to see another guy fuck the hell out of his wife.”

“Rick’s going to be a dud, not a stud!” Amber stated. “I’ve just got this gut feeling about him.”

“I’m not all that interested in Rick as a male lead.” I responded. “He’s just another cock doing an occasional money shot.”

“Your not going to be in any of the videos, are you?” Jackie asked. “No reason you should be.”

It was plain to see the question wasn’t just coming from Jackie. Frank was just as interested in my answer.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting. All the characters in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real life is merely coincidence.

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“Hello ladies, how would you…” Jess asked two girls, stepping forward as they walked past her on the promenade of sunny Miami. One of the girls held her hand out to indicate that they were not interested. Jess wore a tight bikini and hotpants. It was a hot, sunny day. Jess had tied her dyed-blonde hair back into a ponytail, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Whenever she saw two girls walking together she would approach them and attempt to ask them a question.

It was around midday and Jess was exhausted. She took a seat on a bench, in the shade of a palm tree, on the promenade. Hundreds of people had walked past on the sand-splattered cobblestone paving that bordered the perfect, golden sands and the glistering ocean speckled with surfers and general beach goers. Jess took the bottle of water from her handbag and took a swig, feeling the full effects of the sun. She wiped the sweat from her neatly plucked eyebrows with the back of her tanned hand.

Jess stood up again and took her position. Her break was over. Two girls walked past.

“Excuse me ladies…” they carried on walking.

Jess sighed. Another two girls walked past. Jess greeted them as she had all the other girls who had passed her. The girls stopped to hear what Jess had to say.

“Hello ladies, how would you like to earn some money by doing some film work?”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. The first girl that spoke, Layla, was quite tall. She had long, brunette hair that flowed down. Her teeth were sparkling white and perfectly aligned, her lips plump, juicy and a beautiful shade of pink. Her skin was tanned from the sun that beat down on them. Her eyes were blue and she had a small, button nose. She had an average to large build. She had moderately sized breasts and a chubby stomach. She wore a white tanktop and a knee-length skirt.

“What sort of filming?” Layla asked.

“Well,” replied Jess “I host an adult gameshow called Ultimate Challenge.”

The second girl, Rebecca, looked confused. She had tied her naturally blonde hair up into bunches to keep cool. She was much skinnier and had a more athletic build than her friend. She had small, pert breasts that sat nicely in her bikini top. Her eyes were as green as emeralds with long, luscious lashes. Her lips were thinner than her friend’s but just as juicy. She had a slight spattering of freckles across her nose. She wore a pink bikini top and matching bottoms which read ‘Princess’ across the back, written in gems.

“An adult gameshow?” Ataşehir Öğrenci Escort Rebecca asked.

“Yes,” Jess replied “basically, I have an adult gameshow on the internet called Ultimate Challenge where I get contestants from the public to try to complete a challenge.”

“Right,” said Layla, skeptically nodding “what is the challenge you’re looking for people to complete today?”

“Well,” Jess spoke clearly “I’m making a challenge compilation video. The challenge I’m looking for contestants for today is called the ‘Best Friend Recognition’ challenge.”

“Wait, well, what does that entail?” Rebecca asked.

“Basically, I’ll take you to my studio just above the tattoo parlour,” Jess spoke, gesturing to a room above the beach-side tattoo parlour “in the studio I have 5 other girls lined up ready to film. One of you will join the other girls. The six of you remove your panties and lay on a table I’ve set up. I’ll cover you all over so that your faces are not seen. The remaining girl has to lick each girl’s vagina and then guess which one is her friend.”

The two girls looked at each other and giggled.

“I’m not too sure,” Layla giggled.

“Well, you’ll both get $500 for taking part,” Jess encouraged them “and another $500 each as a prize if you get it right.”

Rebecca turned to Layla.

“A guaranteed $500 would come in handy right now,” Rebecca told Layla.

“You wanna do it?” Layla replied.

“Do you?” Rebecca spoke in a hush-tone.

“I’m up for it,” Layla replied.

“I’m up for it too, but one thing.” Rebecca whispered.

“Sure, what?” Layla questioned.

“We don’t tell anyone,” Rebecca spoke, seriously “ANYONE.”

Layla nodded. The girls turned back to Jess.

“We’ll do it,” Rebecca told Jess.

The girls followed Jess up the stairs at the back of the tattoo parlour and into Jess’ studio. The studio was very clean. The walls were white painted brick with a large logo which read “The Ultimate Challenge: Adult Gameshow”. In the studio there were 5 girls sat in a corner collection of two pink, fabric couches. The floor was polished wood.

“Ok ladies,” Jess spoke to Layla and Rebecca “who wants to lick and who wants to be licked?”

The two girls looked at each other, they hadn’t considered that. They were both heterosexual women and both had assumed that they would be the one that was licked.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Rebecca suggested.

“Ugh, no it’s fine,” Layla spoke, knowing her luck in the past “I’ll do the licking.”

“Excellent,” Jess spoke “Go and join the girls on the couch.”

Layla went and sat with the other girls and began to chat. They were hired on the street Ataşehir Çıtır Escort much like the girls had been.

Jess lead Rebecca out of the room, into a different room that was furnished with plush couches.

“Take a seat,” Jess spoke “I’ll go and sort everything out.”

Jess went into the other room. She began to convince the girls, one by one, to remove their bikini bottoms. Some girls were hairy, some were smooth. Some chubby, some skinny. Women of all sizes. Jess laid the women out on a table that was at waist height from the ground. She covered the women over with large boxes so that their figure could not be determined. Layla was nervous at first, going naked in a room of strangers, but the prospect of $500 soon changed her mind. All the girls were in position. Jess went and brought Rebecca in.

“And 3, 2, 1, action,” Jess spoke, starting the camera.

“Welcome to another episode of ‘The Ultimate Challenge’, today we’re joined by the gorgeous Rebecca,” Jess spoke.

“Hello,” Rebecca smiled and giggled.

“The challenge today is the best friend recognition challenge,” Jess continued “Rebecca’s best friend Layla is laying here on the table and she has to guess which one is her, but there’s a catch. Rebecca has to determine which girl is Layla by the taste of her pussy!”

“So, Rebecca,” Jess held out a microphone prop out to Rebecca “have you ever seen Layla naked before?”

“Err… No I haven’t” Rebecca giggled.

“More importantly,” Jess continued, building the hype “have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“I haven’t done that either,” Rebecca continued “all the firsts.”

Jess giggled.

“So, are you ready to take on the challenge?” She spoke into the microphone.

“I’m ready,” replied Rebecca, excitedly.

Jess lead Rebecca over to the first woman sat on the table, legs spread.

“Ok, Rebecca, when you’re ready, get licking!” Jess cheered.

Rebecca pulled back her bunches so that they did not get in the way of her face. She leaned forward so she could get the right angle. She stuck out her small, pink, tongue ready to have a taste. The girl’s vagina was glistering with sweat and juices. Rebecca moved closer and closer. She stood back up straight and looked at Jess.

“Nervous?” Jess asked.

“Yep, very!” Rebecca giggled.

“Just take your time,” Jess spoke “you can do it.”

Rebecca shuffled around and re-took her stance. She leaned forward and stuck her little tongue out again. She leaned more and more forward until her tongue made contact with the bottom of the girl’s labia. She rolled her tongue up along the labia, tasting the girl and finishing at her clitoris. Rebecca then stood up Ataşehir Elit Escort and put her tonuge back in.

“How does it taste?” Jess asked.

“Err…” Rebecca replied “it was quite sweet with a slight musky taste.”

“Ready for number 2?” Jess asked.

“Sure!” Rebecca smiled, feeling a little more comfortable having done it once.

Rebecca went to girl number 2. The second girl had a hairy vagina, in comparison to the first who was completely shaven. Rebecca leaned forward and once again stuck her tongue out to have a lick. She rolled her tongue along the girl’s aroused labia, tasting her juices.

“So, how did she taste?” Jess asked.

“She’s got a really nice taste,” Rebecca replied.

“Look at the expert,” Jess giggled “you hadn’t licked a pussy before 5 minutes ago and now you’re becoming a master!”

The girls laughed and moved on to the third girl. The third girl’s labia were large and external. They were dripping with a mixture of sweat and juices. Rebecca once again took a lick, tasting the juices.

“Hmm,” Rebecca turned to Jess “very musky and quite an overpowering taste.”

“Ok,” replied Jess “on to girl 4”.

Rebecca continued to lick the girls’ vaginas until she had had a taste of each one so that she could make her mind up.

“So, Rebecca,” Jess spoke to Rebecca, via the microphone “one of the girls that you licked was your best friend Layla. For $500, which girl is Layla?”

Rebecca thought for a second before making up her mind.

“Well, the second girl’s vagina did have a familiar scent, like the perfume that Layla wears,” Rebecca spoke “but I think Layla is the kind of girl to wax her pubes.”

Jess turned to Rebecca and looked at her seriously.

“You’re going to have to make a decision,” Jess spoke.

“Ok, I’ve chosen,” Rebecca said, in a snap decision “I’m going for Girl 2.”

Jess went over to the second girl in the line.

“You chose girl number 2,” Jess spoke, building suspense “let’s remove the box and see if you’ve won $500.”

Jess lifted the box that covered the second girl’s body. As she lifted the brown, cardboard box she revealed the person that Rebecca had picked. The girl sat up and revealed to the camera that she was in fact, Layla.

“Well done Rebecca,” Jess spoke into the microphone “you’ve both won $500!”

Jess then walked both of the girls to the camera and filmed the final scene of her congratulating the girls and handing them both five, worn $100 bills.

“Join me, next time on The Ultimate Challenge!” Jess rounded it up.

Jess stopped the recording and handed a further $500 to each of the girls, as their payment for participation.

“Thank you for taking part in the challenge,” Jess told the girls, leading them to the door.

The girls thanked Jess and left the studio. Jess then headed out onto the promenade below to get some fresh contestants for the next episode!

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Thank you for reading Episode 1 of The Ultimate Challenge.

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The name’s Ken. Young male, 23, in college studying engineering. I graduated early from high school to pursue my career and go on to apply my studies to real technology. Little did I know that my knowledge would become excellent dominance and power. I was going to rule all of space and time, and here I was in my dorm room jerking off to more videos of women expressing their milky breasts. Odd? Not so much. I was never breastfed as a child and so in turn I felt like I had the curse of getting incredibly turned on by lactating women.

I had been taking a break from a project that applied to the simple engineering of a clock and how it could be applied to a mathematical theory about actual time in terms of earthly revolutions. I know what you’re thinking, time is only a fig of our imagination in order to measure our maturation and social advancement. But for whatever reason I felt it was so much more.

Anyway, I grasped my shaft firmly as I watched the milk trickle and get squeezed out of this sexy blonde woman’s large breasts. How desperate I was to suckle from this virtual momma that teased me so from the screen. My adrenaline rushed and then peaked at my favorite part of this video. I came strongly into a bundle of tissues and cleaned myself up.

I had to get back to work, I just knew I might be on the brink of something.

I didn’t have much luck with the ladies. I was just a nerd. I had the opportunity a few times to actually have a dry nursing session with a few different women. These encounters were actually quite successful but damn it wasn’t enough.

Exhausted, and not willing to go on after a satisfying climax, I bundled up into bed. The shell of the black watch and its copper guts that spread out from its gears sat firmly on top of my desk as I said my prayers and wished with all my heart to come to a milky breast in my dreams.

It was as if by destiny, I was sent a granted desire. Overnight, and over some awful nightmares I awoke to a feint green glow from the watch that I had left on my desk. The copper wires no longer looked flimsy, and as a matter of fact, the watch was fixed. The wires looked like a hybrid of fiber optics and some other reflective alloy and in the center showed the date, current time; all above the feint green glow of what looked like a gem. It reminded me of the old Marvel comics concept of the crystal of time from the Infinity Gauntlet.

I’m nerding out again aren’t I?

I picked it up, shocked, confused, and almost half angry. It was not my design.

I opened the door to my room and found my roommates sitting on the couch watching our university’s football team playing at Ohio State.

“Guys, what the fuck did I tell you all about not touching my shit, especially stuff that I’m working on for class?!” I spat at them trying to half figure out if it was them. I did so because I didn’t believe that neither one was mentally capable of assembling quite the design.

“Calm down Ken, what the fuck are you talking about?” said Jack.

Fred looked over to my hand and exclaimed in an impressed manner, Ataşehir Türbanlı Escort “Hey Ken cool watch man!”

It couldn’t have been Fred. He liked it too much for him to ever even have seen it before. It was obvious that it looked like he really thought it was an accessory for looks.

“Whoa seriously! Damn Ken, you should make your own watch company. You could sell that cool looking thing for a fortune.” Jack added.

Touchdown! Our offense had gotten past the goal line in a tough huddle.

I was very puzzled, observed the watch in my hands, so intricate and complex. “Wait, so you guys have never seen this thing before?” I asked for clearance.

“Heck no dude. Hell we hardly see you anymore. Still though, awesome looking watch bro; you should let me borrow it when I go out to parties” Jack continued.

I had to figure out what happened to my carcass of a watch before it morphed overnight. I needed coffee though to get my day started and we were fresh out. Damn, I was going to have to go down to the coffee shop where all the damn sorority chicks would visit religiously.

In the meantime, I’d wear the darn thing, for looks, as Jack and Fred had seen it. I pulled on some shorts, shoes, and a Metallica tee. I headed out and walked about five minutes across the campus to the coffee shop.

Mocha latté, $4.50, cha-ching.

I made my way back out of the shop as I rubbed past extra-large tees and leggings that these sisters wore. Every now and then I would imagine if any of them concealed large milky breasts underneath so much unneeded cotton.

I happily sipped the hot beverage as I walked and observed the park that separated my dorm from the coffee shop. Some of the locals would come here to walk dogs and to jog. I perused around as I finished my coffee and then proceeded to return to investigate this darn contraption. I got distracted by a woman in the distance that was jogging my way in only a sports bra and leggings. Very beautiful brunette and from what I could see from her white Nike sports bra, she was carrying quite a load on her chest. I seemed to have been mesmerized pretty hard as I felt myself trip.

Gravity sent me forward and my chin landed on my wrist right on top of the watch’s concave display. I just heard a feint “whoosh” noise after contact. I didn’t know what it was but I fell pretty hard and got up, dusting myself off.

I exclaimed “I’m alright! I lived!” in a goofy manner to amuse the jogger who was now only 15 feet away from me. No response. As a matter of fact, she looked frozen, her eyes piercing through me. The noises of wind, nearby neighborhood cars and her steps did not exists.

I looked around almost too frightened and shocked to know what the hell was going on. It was as if I had frozen time. My steps and me moving around still made sound but all reality as I knew it was still. I looked at the watch and saw the digits blinking along with a “I I” that meant for pause.

“No fucking way” was all I could murmur to myself. My dreams and theories that time was a graspable concept were suddenly a reality. I walked over to the jogger and wave my hands in front of her face. Nothing. No blink, no Ataşehir Otele Gelen Escort flinch. My cock took over my brain, and suddenly I found myself smiling uncontrollably.

My hand slowly rose up gently and met with her shoulder. Still nothing. I confidently then followed her collar down to her chest. I landed my palms over her breasts. They looked like about a D cup. I was very distracted before and fell due to the exciting sight of her nipples greeting the world even under the compression fabric. My thumbs struck over them as I began to toy and grope.

“No fucking way!” I breathed in as I continued my assault on them. She was hot and I knew where this would lead. I slid my fingers down under her breasts, pinched the fabric, and proceeded to pull it up to reveal these gorgeous tits.

It took a little bit of effort due to the compression but there they were. Two large beautiful breasts topped with a rosy areola and dark pink nipples.

I took a step back to admire and to clear my head to see if I was dreaming or not.

My eyes were fixed on these magnificent breasts before me. Please be lactating, please oh please be lactating I thought as my heart raced. They looked ample enough and I could see tiny pale veining on the surface of them.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I got in close, carried her body, (which she was light), over to the nearest bench, sat her down on my lap and dug my face onto her right breast like a fat kid into a cake.

I latched and began to suckle. MMMMMmmmmmmmm…

It had been a while since I had suckled and nursed from a breast, and this was just as good as any time. I was engulfed and though I knew I wasn’t getting any milk, and probably wasn’t I was enjoying myself like an infant being breastfed. It was blissful and her nipple was feeling slightly longer in my mouth as I sucked and had my tongue massaging it. Even though there was no milk, it felt delicious nonetheless.

It took me five minutes until I switched to the other side. I suckled strongly like a hungry baby again and wondered now how this would affect the future if I were to resume the present. Could she feel this? Could she see me suckling her breasts?

10 more minutes of my fix for boobies and then I decided to test it all out. I carried her back to the spot where she stopped. I laid back on the ground where I fell and looked at the watch. My impact on the concave surface stopped time, so…

I slapped down on the surface again and began to hear a whirring of sound until it went clear as if escaping underwater. Things were moving again and then I heard her.

“Oh gosh are you alright?” she asked in shock as she approached me. I looked up at her and began to respond until she took a startled step back. Her nipples poked through her bra before but after my suckling, which now in the present seemed evident on her body, she was cutting diamond. She made a small gasp and by instinct brought her palms up to her chest. Her knees staggered slightly and I knew her sex had been turned on.

She began to play it off by getting back to me as I was still flat on the ground. “Sorry I seemed to have lost my balance too.”

She had let her Ataşehir Ucuz Escort guard down but her nipples had remained at attention. “That’s okay. Thanks for your concern, but it seems that I’m alright,” I answered her finally.

I got up and treasured the devilish thought that I had just sucked this woman’s tits and here she was at my aid to make sure I was not hurt from my fall. She was very close to me and it was almost as if gravity played an effect to this concept of time pausing as she was overly-concerned to see if I was hurt.

“Oh gosh, I was just startled and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt” she said as she brought me in for a hug. “Is this okay with you? I’m a hugger” she giggled. She wasn’t much shorter than I was and with her hugging my head to her shoulder, she began to fidget and hold my head closer down.

Her body was begging for more. My cheek laid adjacent to her erect nipple and even though she knew she was hugging a stranger really close, it was as if she needed it. It was all psychological and she kept holding my face close to her chest, making it to where my cheeks kept sliding and brushing her nipples.

My face was now turning toward her, her breathing becoming slightly heavier and she was not loosening her “hug” as the nipple began to brush my lips.

I saw her look around, left and right, in a quick peek to see if anyone was around. I confidently opened my mouth slightly over the area of her nipple as I felt that this was about to get crazy in a great way. Our bodies were doing the talking and we both kneeled on the ground not breaking apart, my lips now very softly pursed onto her nipple. She kept her left arm hugged around my head and as she laid some soft kisses on my forehead she fidgeted with her bra’s collar and pulls it under the breast that my lips had been stimulating.

This was insane, time resumed and this woman was wanting to continue nursing her invader. “Please.” She whispered as she forced with that same hand, her breast into my mouth. “This should make you feel better” she whispered some more. My best guess is that the previous suckling was done theoretically in such a “rapid time” that her body was affected and desired more pleasure, hence this uncontrollable desire for me to suckle from her.

I suckled like a baby as I heard her soft “Mmmmmm…” Though no milk, I was being breastfed by this sexy woman. However after a few more minutes of ecstasy, she loosened her grip.

“Oh geez, what am I doing?” she whispered to herself. She looked down at me just slightly puzzled as her breast left my lips. She knew what she felt, that she did want that between us, but she was finally out of the trance and was really unsure why she felt the uncontrollable desire and sudden need to nurse this stranger.

She slowly put her attire back together, concealing her breasts from me again. “Ummmm…I’m sorry, uh, this…uh…sorry…uh. I have to go” was all she could spit out.

She got up and left in a hurry. I was left there, sitting in the grass with a hard cock in my shorts and watching this stranger who had just nursed me walking away. I looked down at the watch.

I was in for some more devilish action, and my large breasted jogger was not going far. I slapped down on the concave surface once again and heard the strong whoosh again…

Tune in next time. The jogger’s breasts were amazing, but with this device and this power, I will fulfill my dreams. Find out what I do with the time stopper and who my next victim is in my next chapter!

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I was never one to have “perfect days” but today happen to be one of them.

Let’s me take you back to the day I never thought I would ever have a “perfect day again”.

Had a doctor’s appointment in the early afternoon so I decided to work only half a day and take a half a day vacation. The week was a slow one for us or I would have gone to work, went to see my doc and then back to work. I was feeling really crappy for about a month and I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t want to go to the doctor, but my best friend insisted that I go because she told me “You look like what the cat dragged in from last week’s trash”. She will tell you like it is and if you don’t like it, she will tell you to kiss her lily white ass in Macy’s window.

The past year had been a living hell for me. I lost my job and a boyfriend that I was seeing for about 8 months. One morning I woke up to find a text message on my phone tell me that he had to “explore other love options” and wouldn’t be seeing me anymore. Also asked me not to text or call him for any further explanation. I was beside myself and I was confused as why he would do such a fucked up thing to me after telling me a few weeks earlier that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I found out later on that he was coming out of the closet and decided to tell everyone about his “male lover”. He was a great lover and satisfied me in ways that no man ever did. Obviously he knew how to satisfy a man just as much. I thought it would have been a very long time to get over him, but I made my mind up after just two months that I wasn’t going to let anyone, or any man get me down again.

The girls and I were always going to different places for dinner and entertainment and it kept my mind off Wayne. We happen to go to a great pub just a the border of New York and New Jersey and he turned out to be one of the greatest nights I have ever had in my life. I met a guy, a black guy who was the most wonderful and understanding as well as the most loving and caring man I have ever dated. We struck up a conversation as my friends and his friends were dancing and we happen to sit that one out and watched them dance.

Jared was laughing at his best friend as he took my best friend and started to these wild dance moves that I didn’t even know that she knew how to do and she admitted later on to have learned them by watching the black entertainment network and enjoyed getting off on watching how the black men make dancing look like they were having sex on the dance floor.

I was calling out to my friend to “get down and get nasty” and Jared loved my comment and we began to talk. He asked me why I wasn’t out there and I said I would have been the odd one out as they all were partnered up and that he wasn’t dancing either. We talked for the next two songs and the “couples” enjoyed another wild “sexy dance” number and then a slower but still wild dance. I was more the ballad and love song kind of girl and Jared said he preferred the slow dances too. Everyone finished and we combined our two tables together and made a night of being with “new friends”. Jared and I became fast friends as he asked me to dance a slow dance with him and I could tell that he was going to be someone special in my life. At the end of the dance he kissed me and thanked me for dancing with him.

One of the other girls drove that night so I didn’t have my car, and Jared offered me a ride home when we would be ready to leave. The others decided to head out to the local diner for a little coffee and a small bite to eat as everyone worked up an appetite except for Jared and myself but we went along anyway. We sat next to each other and he held my hand and asked me if I would consider a date with him one night soon and I said I would. He was so polite and sensitive and I could tell that I was going spend sometime with him before the night was to come to an end.

It was 3:30 and Ataşehir escort bayan thankfully a Friday night into Saturday morning and none of us had to go to work. None of his friends except for his best friend asked any of the girls out and my best friend turned down his best friend because she said that she liked him, as a friend as she doesn’t date black men. He took it well but I could tell he really liked her. She did say that they could go dancing again sometime if he wanted and it made him very happy.

Jared and I politely excused ourselves as we decided to leave before the rest of the “group” were still eating and having their coffee. My best friend told me to be careful and to call her later in the day. As we walked out Jared handed the waitress that was taking care of our table a tip and also paid for everyone’s food and drink. I told him that was very thoughtful of him and he said he did it because if it wasn’t for them dancing, he never would have met me. I was so touched and he gave me another kiss on the lips. It was a warm kiss and unlike anything I ever felt when I was kissed by a man before.

My apartment was about 20 minutes away and I thought we would never get there. It would be the first time that we would be alone and not have anyone else around. He held my hand the entire ride and I had thoughts of what it would be like to make love to Jared and how he did he enjoy being satisfied. Finally we got to the apartment and I invited him in and he accepted. I opened the door and put on the lights and he admired my apartment and said that he knew it would be because of how great I was dressed. I didn’t know what to expect but I was expecting something as I haven’t had any sex since Wayne and I parted. I wasn’t going to push him into anything but I did comment that had a great time and wish the night didn’t have to end.

Jared took me in his arms and told me that he wanted to make love to me and didn’t know if I would consider getting made love to by a black guy and I told him that I would love to because he was the black guy. I told him also that I always had a “thing” for black guys but I never had been involved with any nor did I ever make love to one. We started off slow with the kisses that were passionate and then became more intense and then the touching started on both our parts and I happened to notice that Jared had a hard on. I didn’t think I had the effect on any man. As he grabbed my breast, I grabbed his crotch and I could tell that he was sporting a nice hard on and I wanted to take care of it. I did enjoy giving blow jobs and asked him if he would allow me to and he said he loves when a woman goes down on him. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough and neither could Jared and before you know it I was on my knees as I put my mouth and lips and the most awesome, sexiest cock I have ever seen in person, magazine or on porno movies. I have seen larger but I wasn’t into “size” but quality and performance. I have always enjoyed giving a blow job to my guys but not nearly as much as I did giving one to Jared. He then explored my shaved white pussy as he ate me out and I came for him, not once, but twice. I was already pretty lubed up and he was hard from my sucking, he started slowly entering my pussy. I always practiced safe sex asking Wayne or whoever my partner was to wear a condom, I did not as Jared.

I could still feel his cock inside me now as he entered me at a snails pace to tease me but also not to hurt me as I had a tight little pussy and he wanted to see if he could fill me up and he did. I was never so filled by a man’s cock before tonight. After starting slow, he picked up the pace and we developed a rhythm and we were going at it like we have been fucking each other for years and he would trust harder and harder each time. He withdrew his cock that was shinny from my juices all over his sexy black rod that enjoy sucking Escort Ataşehir and teasing with my mouth, lips and tongue. He took me from behind as his cock had no troubles entering me from the back entrance and then he had placed his throbbing cock near the entrance of my white ass. He asked me if I wanted anal sex and I told him that I would normally say no but since it was him I would give him and his cock a try. He started off slowly and then pumped into be harder and then his cell went off and he didn’t answer it.

That had to be the best night of sex I have ever had and he said it was for him and he didn’t feel that we “fucked” each other but we made love to each other. He allowed my request of swallowing part of his “hot load” and squirting the rest all over my 40E titties that he sucked, bit and nibbled on and really seemed to enjoy and admitted that he loved “your big white titties”.

We had weeks and months of great times at dinners, shows, clubs and had a great sex life. One day Jared showed up at my apartment and had a very sad look on his face and my heart was in my stomach. Jared handed me back the key to my apartment and told me that earlier in the day when he told me he was a a meeting, he was but it was at the hospital. His cancer had returned and he was set up to go thru more radiation treatments to kill some of the new cancer cells that they found on his lungs. He didn’t want me to have to watch him and care for a sick man and I demanded that he keep the key because I wasn’t going to leave him and wanted to take care of him because of how much I was in love with him. He told me that he loves me more than he has ever loved any other woman, but didn’t feel that it was fair for him to burden him with “his health issues” and I told him he would not be a burden. They were going to start his treatments soon and I told him that he was moving in with me and giving up his smaller apartment. I had a very large apartment with two bedroom, combination living room/dining room. kitchen, bathroom and a small little room I made into a little office for myself to write out my bills, keep my laptop and PC and fax machine. I also had a small area where my washer and dryer were with a divider which one side was a food pantry/storage area. I lucked out with this apartment as I was able to keep all my things and still have room for more. My living room was nice with the flat screen television that supported my cable, DVD and CD’s player combo.

Jared had started his treatments and the doctors told me that it wasn’t helping him and they were afraid that the cancer keeps on spreading and they don’t want to open him up and do any operations because it may end his life sooner and I know I couldn’t go out without him in my life. I did try to put it in my mind that if something should happen, I would have to be strong and carry on because Jared and I did have “the talk” about the possibility of him dying and I told him I wouldn’t let him.

Jared grew weaker and I was finding it harder and harder to hold up but I did in front of him and cried myself to sleep after he had fallen asleep. The doctor had called me two mornings later and said that they had to do another scan of his lungs and the last one showed that he may possibly lose one of his lungs and one of his kidneys. We decided that we would not lie to Jared about his condition and he was handling it well. I held him tight and told him that he didn’t have to play the strong man and not break down if it was getting to him and he insisted that he was strong for me. I told him that he didn’t have to be strong for me but to be himself.

I was in the bathroom the other morning and I heard Jared talking and I thought he may have been on the phone but he wasn’t. He was praying to God that I would be taken care of after his death and that he doesn’t want to die knowing that I would be crying over him but to be glad that Ataşehir Rus Escort he would no longer suffer. He also started to cry and I wanted to go in the bedroom and tell him that he could let it all out in my arms but I didn’t want him to think I was listening to his “talks with God”. He was scheduled to go for another treatment and would be staying a few nights in the hospital and then another scan of the lung.

The treatment went very well and it would be two more days when he would get the results. I decided to stay in the hospital in the wing dedicated to and especially for the families of the very ill patients and it would be at no cost for us. On the day the results were in, I had a scheduled meeting with his doctor to find out if the next step was removing his lung and kidney at the same time or one at a time. As I was walking towards the doctor’s office that he had at the hospital, the doctor came down the hall heading for his office and had a happy smile on his face and it looked as if he had a great morning so far.

I had knocked on his door and he was still smiling as he asked me to come in sit that he had news for me. I came prepared with my list of questions and a purse filled with tissues preparing myself to go into a crazy fit of crying. The doctor had to me that the scan showed that the cancer was almost gone from both the liver and the lung. It was almost like a miracle and I still cried with tears of joy. He showed me the scans side by side and it was almost like the cancer never existed. I hugged the doctor and he he would still have to run a few extra tests but I would be able to be Jared home in a week.

The doctor and I went into Jared’s room to find him sitting up and looked almost as good as the night I first met him and I had a good feeling inside. Jared told us how good he felt and his nurse said that he ate his breakfast good that morning and asked for an extra helping of french toast and sausage (his favorite breakfast food). After telling Jared that he was cancer free would see his next birthday and many more, he couldn’t thank the doctor enough for helping him and he said that he didn’t think he did it because he had nothing to do with it. As the doctor met me in the hall as I was just getting back from the ladies room, we heard some talking coming out of Jared’s room and we stood by and cracked open the door. Jared was praying to God and thanking him for allowing him to have a chance to live a longer life. He thanked God for helping me through it all and told him that he was going to marry me after he is released from the hospital.

I never thought I would have a happy or “perfect” day after the love of my life left me for another man. I also thought that I found happiness ever again until Jared came along. Jared is no cancer free for two years now and next week will mark our first wedding anniversary and we are planning a second honeymoon and this time we are going to St. Thomas on a cruise and we are both looking forward to it. We are also looking forward next year when we start trying to have a family. I know that Jared will be a good father and I will try and be a great mother to my child/children as my parents were to me. Jared never knew his dad and he is enjoying hearing stories from my mom and dad.

I never thought I could ever be this happy. I often thought about how I was such a doubter and unhappy camper after Wayne left me. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if this was Wayne and not Jared but I try to block out Wayne. I feel sorry for Wayne as his partner recently died from AIDS. I went to the service and Wayne wanted to be with me again and I had to break the news to him that I was already taken and married to Jared. I showed him my wedding picture and he said that he was disgusted with me marrying a black guy and allowing this guys black cock inside my pussy and my mouth. I told him it isn’t for him to care about himself and not to worry about me.

I am very happy now and love my life with Jared.

Wayne was just tested today and he tested positive to AIDS after having unprotected sex with his late partner. Like they always say “Every dog has his day” and now Wayne is going to more ahead.

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