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We spent a moment basking in our collective sexual awakening before the girls started getting giggly, the two of them still holding each other on the floor.

“That was a lot more intense than when we used to kiss in uni,” Katie said, nuzzling into her best friend.

“A lot more fun, too,” Sarah said with a wink. Katie nodded a breathless agreement.

“You girls put on a hell of a show,” I told them.

“Correction,” Katie said, holding up a finger at me. “In uni we put on shows. All you drunk guys cheering and requesting more girl on girl shit made it all about yourselves. We weren’t allowed to go at our own pace and work out what we were doing. It was a performance. We never got to find out what would happen if we got to play normally.”

“We’re still being watched by one horny guy,” Sarah pointed out.

“If there’s one thing we’ve learned today,” I said, shifting on the couch, but making sure I didn’t cross my legs in a way that would hide my naked cock and balls from the girls’ potential enjoyment, “it’s that having an audience makes a hell of a difference, but definitely not for the worse. Something about just knowing you’re being watched enhances the pleasure of doing something naughty, adds a thrill to doing the stuff your instincts tell you should be private. You girls can go whatever pace you want, you’ll just be doing it in front of me.”

For Katie, whose position on the floor had her legs open, exposing a wet and not yet fully-satisfied cunt, I knew the idea of me watching her most intimate moments with Sarah was no longer an issue. But I wasn’t sure if I was pushing too hard on Sarah, who had done something crazy just now but carefully kept her panties on and her pussy covered.

“You still think about making out at those old parties?” Sarah purred in Katie’s ear, letting her hands explore all my girlfriend’s exposed skin.

“Like I said, we never got to find out what would happen. I’d kind of thought going our own pace would mean taking it slow. If I’d know that for you that meant…” she took a breath and let her hand creep back to her clit “…jumping straight to eating cum off my face, I’d have been so much more bold with you.”

“And your tits,” Sarah reminded her, taking hold of each of Katie’s nipples. “I think about it too. I think about where it could have gone when I touch myself. It’s my favourite fantasy.”

The girls kissed, their mouths and tongues moving rapidly and passionately. Sarah ended up on top, straddling Katie’s thigh and grinding her panty-clad pussy into its firmness. Katie had one hand between her legs still, while the other groped frantically through Sarah’s shirt. Sarah grabbed Katie’s exposed tits and ran her fingers through her hair. Both here panting and moaning when they broke off the kiss.

“Show me,” Katie said.

“What do you wanna see?” Sarah teased.

“Show me what you do when you think about us. I wanna see you fuck yourself over me, then I want you to show me what you’re thinking about doing.”

“I usually do it with toys,” Sarah admitted. “You got any that I can borrow?”

“I think I can find something.”

Sarah reached over the place she’d dropped her shots and pulled her phone out of the pocket. Katie reached to cover herself, but less passionately and thoroughly than she had before. The hand between her legs was definitely on her clit this time, its placement exposing a lot of lip and bush. She only bothered to hide one tit. “Hey, no photos.” She didn’t sound like she meant it.

“No photos,” Sarah agreed. “I’m cancelling my evening plans. You guys got anything to drink?”

“Ciders in the fridge. You grab them, I’ll bring my toys out?”

“You got it, girl!”

“And what do I do?” Mostly I’d been letting the dream scenario play out up to this point.

The girls, who’d both stood up to go to their tasks looked down over me, fixating on my cock, now back to a semi. They looked at me like I was another of the sex toys Katie was about to bring out, thinking about they could work me into their sex, like I was a piece of meat. Something about me really loved that.

“Just sit tight babe,” Katie said, leaning forward (great view) and kissing my forehead. “And maybe get yourself hard again, if you can.”

“Like there’s any way I couldn’t,” I replied.

They left the room, both going the same way to reach the bedroom and the kitchen. Two fantastic assess swung side by side. I watched Katie for a little bit, her nudity enhanced by the ropes, but my gaze was quickly drawn to Sarah. She was still covered, with a bit of crack showing through the sheer part of the panties, and wonderful legs going on forever underneath them. But the possibilities kept my eyes and imagination on her. Was I really about to watch this beautiful girl fuck my girlfriend? Was I really about to not just see the colour of her pussy and the cut of her pubes and how she handled one of Katie’s vibrators after all these years of just being friends?

I decided to empty my bladder while I had the chance and felt both free and naughty walking around the apartment naked, knowing there were girls just around the corner who could pop pertek escort their heads out and see me anytime.

When I returned, Sarah was back in the living room, drinking from one bottle while two more waited for Katie and I on the table. Her legs remained the only part of her properly exposed to me, so I ogled them. After touching herself to the blowjob, those panties were wadded tight into her pussy, forming a pleasing cameltoe that I could see properly now that she was standing up and facing me. It was only fair I got to look, she was staring straight at my cock. I tried to give it a little swing for her as I walked in, before the blood went back to it.

“Aw, I thought you were meant to be making yourself hard for us. Don’t tell me one shot’s all you had in you.”

I placed my hands on my hips, thrusting the important bits forward for her enjoyment. “Two, counting the one before you arrived,” I told her. “But don’t worry, it won’t take long to come back with you guys’s help.”

Sarah licked her lips. “You want help, do you?”

She set her bottle down and crossed the room to kiss me right on the mouth. The cider she’d been drinking left her tongue moist, cool and slightly fizzy as it snaked into my mouth to explore. I was surprised, but thrilled. I kissed back with passion. It had been years since I’d tasted a mouth other than Katie’s, and while I loved her and would never want to stop kissing her, I was realising now how much I loved a bit of variety. Sarah kissed different. She tasted different. Her scent, close enough to fill my nostrils, was different. The joy of discovering someone for the first time flooded through me. I reached around and grabbed her ass, groping and kneading the cheeks, placing fingers as far as I dared into the crevasse between her legs. They brushed against places where the fabric was wet. She grabbed me by the cock. Strangely, she didn’t stroke it or in any other way try to coax it to life. Her lips and ass were doing all that needed to happen. She just held it, to feel it go from flaccid to erect. At full length, I poked the front of her panties and she responded by grinding her pubis into me. The material felt nice on my tip. I kinda got why she was masturbating with it before. I shuddered at the overwhelming electricity of it all.

“My boyfriend,” Katie said, making us both jump, “with my best friend. What a scandal!”

She was grinning, and had probably been enjoying the show for a little before she spoke, but it still made my emotions swirl. There was a new pleasure in the idea of Katie being the one to watch, instead of the one I was being watched with, but a small part of me still felt like I’d been caught out doing something wrong. We hadn’t really spoken about this or set any kinds of boundaries. We were all searching for the limits by feel, which could be a dangerous way to do it.

“You ditched the ropes,” I noticed.

You could still see appealing pink lines criss-crossing her skin where they’d been, but while she was in the bedroom she’d found time to doff the shibari harness that had set all this in motion. In her hands were a bottle of lube and her trusty Hitachi magic wand.

“It’s like you said before,” she said, staring at my renewed hardness, which I aimed at her, “around the right people, I’m fully dressed in just my ropes, no matter how much skin happens to stick out. But it really didn’t feel right to show up for a threesome fully dressed, and hell, I wanted you both to see me naked.” She put her hands over her head, the muscle movement pulling her tits up beautifully too, and gave us a twirl. We saw a fantastic front and a beautiful back. “I know you’ve both seen all the bits already, but I wanted to have it all out there completely. Nothing held back or hidden from my two favourite people.”

“Yes Katie!” Sarah cheered. “Show us that body you beautiful slut! I love you!”

Katie joined the celebration with a series of suggestive poses, most of which had her hands rubbing up and down her body and groping her chest and crotch.

“God, yes, it feels so good to be seen!” she moaned. “You know, I never really did this before. You…” she pointed at me “…get your closeups of my pussy and ass as part of sex, and you…” she indicated Sarah “…see me incidentally when we change, but I’ve never just shown myself for the sake of being looked at. Not like this. I can’t believe you’ve both seen everything now.”

“Not quite everything,” I ventured. “I’m pretty sure Sarah hasn’t seen your butthole yet. It was mostly behind the ropes when you bent over before.”

“Oh, he’s right! Give us some ass to go with that pussy!”

With more confidence than I ever would have anticipated, Katie turned around and bent at the waist again, this time reaching back to grab both her ass cheeks and pull them apart, spreading her tight asshole and the opening the pink folds of her wet cunt for both of us to see. Her legs were spread, and she bent down far enough to look back between them, past her hanging tits.

“There!” she was red-faced but grinning. “Now you’ve really seen it all! What do you think!”

“I think you’ve got pınarhisar escort no idea how much willpower is going into not just grabbing you and fucking your brains out right now.”

“Tempting offer,” she said as she straightened up, “but Sarah promised to fuck herself for us first, didn’t you Sarah?”

Sarah laughed with a little obvious apprehension. “I sure did.”

Katie clicked the magic wand on. It hummed. I watched closely as she pressed it gently to Sarah’s pubic mound, over the panties, producing a spasm of pleasure. “Feels good, right? Don’t worry, I know the best places to aim it.”

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Sarah purred.

Katie kissed her face and neck and teased her with the wand against her bare thighs, close to her crotch so the vibrations would run through. Sarah moaned and giggled and Katie started pulling at the buttons on her blouse. “How about you give me a little more to work with.”

Sarah grabbed her top by the hem and pulled it over her head. The motion displaced one cup of the plain maroon bra she wore underneath, flashing a pink nipple with a stainless steel bar in it. “Oops.” Her hand instinctively moved to pull the cup back down. She’d obviously done it without thinking, a movement ingrained from years of her nipples being something sacred and private, even though she was stripping in front of two naked people she was starting up a threesome with. I had no doubt she didn’t really mind us seeing her tits — or anything else — after she’d already masturbated to us and eaten my cum, the unexpected reveal had just triggered a fascinating female instinct.

As if to prove me right, Sarah did a little twirl in just her underwear, presenting herself for the two of us. “If I’d known the day was going like this, I’d have worn something hotter,” she assured us. “Well, they’d at least be matchy matchy.”

Then she reached back to unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor, showing us two large, pale, pierced tits. They were gorgeous in every way. Size, shape and jiggliness. All her little movements made them bounce, and I could have watched the show all day.

“And the pants?” Katie asked, pointing her wand at Sarah’s bottoms. “You’re still going to get off for us, right?”

“I… I like the feel of the fabric when I touch myself,” Sarah admitted, red-faced. Hey, my earlier guess had been on the money.

Sarah sat down on the couch, now oh-so close to naked, and let Katie climb on top of her. “Help me see how you do it,” Katie asked in a low, sultry voice, still holding the wand herself. “Guide my hands. Do it just like you would with no one watching.”

Sarah took a deep breath and wrapped her hands over Katie’s on the wand, moving it to her panties and pressing it to the desperate pussy underneath. The girls locked eyes and just watched each other as the sex toy did its work with commanding efficiency. I let them have their moment, slowly stroking myself to the show. Soon, it was too much, and I involved myself kissing Sarah’s mouth and neck and grabbing her exposed tits while Katie helped her masturbate. I loved having the piercings to play with, using them to twist and pull the nipples, loving the way she squeaked and moaned when I did it.

There was a wetness at the side of my face as Katie kissed me, open-mouthed and tonguey. She licked her way down to the place where my lips met Sarah’s and pulled us into a strange but explosively arousing triple kiss. Three tongues danced together.

“My turn,” Katie breathed, “my turn to kiss her. Go have some fun up the back.”

I was far from done with Sarah, but having crawled on top of her friend, Katie was now on all fours with her ass in the air, sill holding the vibrator to Sarah. I knew what I had to do. The view at the back was heavenly, with Katie’s cunt fully on display, dripping wet with pink, engorged labia waiting for me. I kissed it, opening my mouth to explore deep with my tongue, drinking in her juices.

After a few minutes, Katie started pushing back into my face, hard. For a moment, I thought she was just trying to grind on me, but I eventually realised she was trying to move back and get some space. The whine of the vibrator subsided, and I heard a thump as it hit the floor. The girls shuffled around a little, but my line of sight was entirely Katie’s fine ass, so I couldn’t see what they were doing. If I had to guess, I would say Sarah was now as nude as the rest of us and enjoying having her pussy eaten by Katie. My girl’s first time giving cunnilingus. I’m so proud!

Sarah reached the point of orgasm first, and she came loud and hard. Good for her, because Katie was only moments behind and I figured her screaming “oh god, oh god, oh god,” wouldn’t help her much if she was still trying to suck on a clit.

I pulled back to survey the scene. There were two sweaty, totally naked girls slumped and panting on my couch, their bodies blushing pink and Katie’s mouth and chin glistening with her best friend’s juices. Sarah’s panties were on the floor, the crotch all wadded up and soaked through. She made no attempt to hide as I ogled her spread-legged refahiye escort form on the couch. In fact, she grinned at me and quickly opened her pussy with two fingers, just to show it off. She was totally shaven and had a porn star-neat innie. My cock throbbed and oozed precum just from the look of them.

“A guy who goes down that willingly,” Sarah breathed to Katie, “you’ve got a keeper there. And some skills of your own. Damn, girl!”

Katie licked her lips. “I don’t know why guys make such a big deal out of it. I want to taste that every time. All the time. Fuck me, I never thought I’d love pussy this much!” She looked at me, eyes sparkling. “But you’re right, it’s just been us getting off for a bit. He deserves some fun too. Which one of us do you think he wants to fuck first?”

My breath caught in my throat.

“That’s easy,” Sarah said, “he starts with me, wearing a condom to be safe, then you get the creampie!”

Oh my god, this was really happening.

Katie helped me wrap up and dolloped some lube on the rubber. I didn’t think I’d need it, I expected Sarah’s pussy to be pretty damn slick after everything we’d done already. I think she just enjoyed taking the chance to stroke me as she spread it around and wipe her slimy fingers off on my chest.

“Take it easy, I want to spend at least a little time in both of you before I burst,” I warned her. She laughed and rubbed my balls with the slippery gel.

“How do you want me, big boy?” Sarah asked from the couch.

“Roll over and get that pussy in the air for me,” I ordered. At the minute, I wasn’t that concerned about specific positions — after all the teasing, as long as I got to fuck, I was past caring — but I wanted the view while I had the chance.

Sarah complied, bending over the back of the couch with her knees on the seat, legs apart. She looked every bit as heavenly in the pose as Katie had, her slim, slick cunt and small dark asshole inviting me from between soft cheeks and thighs. Katie slapped my ass. “Stop staring and pound her!”

I didn’t wait to be told twice.

Sarah moaned as I plunged into her. I moaned as well. Holding out long enough for both girls was going to take everything I had. Her pussy was among the wettest I’d ever felt, and I slid in with no resistance, gliding in and out like this was the sex that had been meant to be forever. Fuck, it felt good.

And from the way she cried out for me to go harder, faster and not to stop, I figured it was feeling good for her too.

Katie appeared behind me and reached under around. She kissed my neck as one hand tickled my balls and taint while the other tweaked my nipple. She was determined to test my stamina to the limit. But I sure wasn’t about to complain about the experience. Sarah reached under herself and began rapidly massaging her clit while I thrusted in and out with all my might. She came quickly and loudly and fell in a bundle of shaking limbs on the couch. The way she slid off me as the orgasm knocked her down brought right to the brink.

I rounded on Katie and manhandled her down to the couch (she looked mildly surprised by how sudden it was but was mostly just having a great time), setting her on her back with her legs in the air. I took my condom by the tip and ripped it off. I didn’t give a fuck what it landed on. This close to the end, the only thing in the whole world that mattered was getting another pussy around my aching cock. The moments it had taken to change to Katie took me down from the very brink, but it only took half a dozen rapid pumps to get back there and on the seventh, I exploded, filling her up for the second time today.

I collapsed, panting on top of her. We cuddled up, giggling. It was obvious we’d both had one of the best sexual experiences of our lives. There was no shame or jealousy in the fact that her best friend had been the catalyst. There was only the fact that it had felt really, really fucking good for everyone.

I kissed her, tasting Sarah on her lips, and we were happy.

The sound of a phone shutter startled us both.

“Sarah!” Katie chastised the photographer standing nude and cheekily grinning over us.

“Hey, I just wanted you guys to see how cute and hot you look. One sec.” She played with her phone, and a moment later both Katie’s and mine (left on nearby surfaces due to our lack of pockets) buzzed. “I made a new group chat for just the three of us. Good place to share, if you guys wanna keep doing this kinda thing.” She saw we both looked apprehensive. Aside from Katie’s early shibari tests, we hadn’t been big nude senders, having lived together so long. “Hold on then…” she plopped back down between us and held her phone out, the front camera now showing the three of us, all red faces and sex hair. She made sure her pierced tits were the centre of the shot, as much in focus as any of Katie or I’s nudity. “We’re all in this as a group. I’ll make sure I got as many reasons not to share it as you guys do. I reckon you’ll like what I have to show. Oh! We should spend tonight getting some good while we’ve got everyone here and someone can be photographer to couples. I’m gonna fuck myself to this memory later, so I wanna have as much material as I can get to remember it clearly!” She paced the living room as she talked herself through it, letting us casually enjoy her fully naked form in motion, tits swaying and ass bouncing with her movements.

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„Du siehst gut aus”, lobte er mich, umarmte mich dann zärtlich und küsste mich dann mit viel Gefühl. „Danke”, entgegnete ich, „ich ziehe dann jetzt die dritte Aufgabe aus der Schüssel. Ich folgte demselben Ritual wie bei den vorherigen Ziehungen. Erst mischte ich wieder die Döschen gründlich durch. Dann angelte ich eine der gelben Döschen und trat von der Schüssel zurück- Ich schaute meinen Mann an, der lächelte mir zu und ich öffnete daraufhin die Dose, entnahm den Zettel und entfaltete ihn. Nochmals machte ich eine Kunstpause dann lass ich zunächst still, dann laut vor:

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Irgendwie hatte ich das tatsächlich flüssig vorgelesen, obwohl mich die Aufgabe erschreckte. Nicht die Bilder waren das Problem, sondern das Versenden ängstigte mich. Was würden die Empfänger über mich denken. Für Sekunden überlegte ich ernsthaft, ob ich schon jetzt die Ausweichaufgabe ziehen sollte. Ich fing mich jedoch recht schnell, in dem ich mich damit beruhigte, dass ich ja einen Schritt nach dem anderen tun würde. Das Versenden also noch nicht anstünde.

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Als erste Location hatte er unsere schwarze Ledercouch im Wohnzimmer vorgesehen. Er reichte mir ein Sektglas: „Setzt dich einfach erst mal nur auf die Couch, trink den Sekt, dabei mache ich ein paar Fotos zum Warmwerden”. Natürlich war ich erst mal noch ziemlich verkrampft. Nicht das diese ersten Fotos schon ein Problem waren, das sah sicher recht gut aus mit der roten Reizwäsche auf dem schwarzen Sofa. Doch natürlich legte sich mit der Weile meine Anspannung etwas. Nun posierte ich liegend auf dem Sofa, legte mal die Hand auf meine Brust, mal in meinen Schritt.

„Komm streich mal mit dem Finger durch dein Pfläumchen”, gab mein Mann mir die Regieanweisung. „Und”, fragte er nach, „bist Du schon etwas feucht süße”. „Ja”, bestätigte ich ihm. „Komm sag es lauter, sag es vollständig”, feuerte er mich an. „Ja ich bin feucht”, lächelte ich ihn an. „Möchtest Du jetzt einen Schwanz”, lockte er. Er reichte mir den naturfarbenen Dildo, dem er ein Kondom übergestreift hatte. „So sieht es realistischer aus”, erklärte er, „komm knie dich vor das Sofa und nun lutsch den Schwanz!”

Naja, jede Frau weiß sicher, Kondome schmecken nicht, doch ich tat ihm den Gefallen. Er kam richtig nah ran, offensichtlich lichtete er mein Gesicht, meinen Mund und den Dildo formatfüllend ab. Ich spielte mit, tat so als würde ich einen echten Schwanz blasen, schaute wie gelernt devot nach oben. Später dann lag ich wieder auf dem Sofa, der Slip war längst aus, dafür steckte nun der dicke, bunte Dildo in meiner Spalte. Ich reizte mit dem Vibrator meine Klitoris, schob ihn dann langsam tief hinein, um wenig später wieder meinen Kitzler zu reizen. Ja ich kam tatsächlich in Fahrt, auch wenn, vielleicht auch weil er weiter fotografierte.

Wir wechselten auch noch den Ort. Dabei kühlte ich wieder etwas ab. Trotzdem machte ich brav weiter. Ich ließ mir den Halsreif umlegen, eine Kette einhacken. So kniete ich dann vor dem Kleiderschrank, die Kette an einem Stuhl befestigt und knipste mich im Portrait. Später dann gings aufs Bett. Wieder reizte ich mich für die Kamera mit verschiedenem Spielzeug.

Als ich schließlich auf dem Bett liegend mich selbst zum Höhepunkt brachte, hatte ich die Kamera fast vergessen. Erst als ich langsam wieder runterkam, mein Mann die Ausrüstung zusammenräumte wurde mir richtig bewusst, was ich da so eben alles dokumentiert hatte. Oh ja, das war schon sehr ungewohnt, machte mich jedoch sogar etwas stolz. Zumindest meinen Mann hatte meine Show mächtig angeregt.

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Mein Schwager fiel durch die Einschränkung in der Aufgabe aus. Er wäre sonst sicher meine erste Wahl gewesen, da er ja ohnehin wusste um was es ging und er mich ja auch schon als Schlampe erlebt hatte. Ich hatte nicht vor zu diskutieren, ob Fellatio als Sex zählt, daher meinen Schwager ausgeschlossen. Auch meine beste Freundin, mit der ich in sehr intensivem Kontakt war, wollte ich da doch lieber rauslassen. Ich zögerte kurz, sende ich zügig die sieben Fotos an Anna, eine weitere Freundin, die das vielleicht locker hinnehmen würde, jedenfalls nicht weiterverbreiten.

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Ich tat es! Ich sende auch im die sieben Bilder. Die Nachrichten waren raus, ich konnte es nicht mehr Rückgängig machen. Mein Mann nahm mich in den Arm, küsste mich und lobte: „Du bist mutig! Deine Wahl war offensichtlich gut überlegt. Respekt mein Schatz”.

Und ich, wie fühlte ich mich nun? Klar war ich stolz, dass ich auch pendik escort die dritte Aufgabe gewagt hatte. Ja ich war erleichtert, aber — was in diesem Augenblick viel intensiver war — die Anspannung, die jetzt noch größer als vor dem Senden war. Jetzt wartete ich auf Reaktionen. Ich betrachtete die App, die mir anzeigte, dass Anna die Bilder schon gesehen hatte. Wann würde ihre Reaktion erfolgen? Paul hatte die Bilder noch nicht geöffnet, doch das war ja nur eine Frage der Zeit.

Am Nachmittag führte mich mein Mann zum Shoppen aus, um mir etwas Ablenkung zu geben. OK, als Nebeneffekt gab es einen weiteren sehr kurzen, frivolen Minirock, der ihm sicher an mir gefiel. Ergänzt wurde dies durch ein enges, zu kurzes Top, dass ich im Alltag kaum tragen könnte. Auch ein paar Schuhe, die sehr hohe Absätze erstanden wir, die ihm sicher gefielen. Allerdings schaute ich auch beim Einkaufen immer wieder mal auf Smartphone. Ja auch Paul hatte schließlich die Bilder geöffnet, aber auch er reagierte erst einmal nicht.

Wir saßen schließlich in einem Kaffee, um eine Pause zu machen, als mein Telefon eine Nachricht signalisierte. Oh, je, tatsächlich von Anna! Ich öffnete sie sofort. „Unerwartete Bilder Süße! Du machst eine echt scharfe Figur. Wer hat sie gemacht, dein Mann?” Wie soll ich beschreiben, was beim Lesen dieser Nachricht in mir vorging? Erleichterung, ganz sicher. Aber da war noch so viel mehr. Ihre Reaktion war ja — zumindest nicht offensichtlich — negativ. Trotzdem ich als Schwarzseherin, fürchtete durchaus noch zwischen den Zeilen verborgene Kritik an der Aktion. Frau schickt doch ihrer Freundin schließlich keine Pornobilder, erst recht nicht von sich selbst.

Freilich zeigte ich diese Nachricht meinem Ehemann, der sich freute und meinte: „Ist doch ein schönes Kompliment!” Tatsächlich kam ich nach dieser Nachricht etwas zur Ruhe und gewann etwas meiner Sicherheit wieder. Auf der anderen Seite konnte ich das ganze Wochenende nicht von meinem Handy lassen, denn Paul hatte nicht darauf reagiert. Was hieß das?

Montags telefonierte dann Anna mit mir. Das entspannte mich wirklich. Ihre kurze Nachricht war so zu verstehen, wie ich sie gelesen hatte. Sie war nicht schockiert, fand nicht, die Fotos gäben ein negatives Bild von mir. Im Gegenteil, die seien Klasse, ich könne meinem Mann ein Kompliment weiter reichen. Also war mein Outen gegenüber Anna kein Problem.

Erst am Dienstag, reagierte Frank. Ich war zwar im Büro, doch schaute ich sofort nach der Nachricht. „Bin mir nicht sicher ob Du mir die Bilder schicken wolltest, musste sie mir eingehend anschauen. Sind ein feuchter Traum. Falls sie für mich waren, sage ich hiermit Danke” Oh je, dachte ich. „Feuchter Traum”, schrieb er, was hatte ich da ausgelöst. Das war keine Verurteilung, allerdings veränderte das sicher einiges für die Zukunft. Ich dachte nicht lange genug über die Antwort nach, sondern schrieb einfach: „Danke!” Kaum war die Nachricht raus begriff ich, die Antwort war mehr als missverständlich.

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The drive was uneventful, and I was a little surprised that the address was over by the airport. After leaving the expressway and driving several miles past industrial buildings and warehouses, I finally arrived at the address. It was an older hotel that had definitely seen better days. I noticed that there were several contracting company vehicles on the street, and seeing the workers moving around the outside decided that they must be renovating the building.

I parked my car next to the main entrance and walked inside. I could hear several of the men making catcalls. I felt myself blushing but chose to ignore them and quickly entered the lobby. The lobby looked like someone had started a bunch of projects and just left them in the middle of completion. Not seeing anyone, I stepped up to the desk and rang the bell on the counter. I waited a few more minutes, looking around at the mess before I rang the bell again.

“Hold your fucking horses,” I heard a man shout from somewhere in the back of the office behind the counter. “You know how much shit I have going on…” He trailed off as he came into view and saw me standing there.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were one of the contractors,” he realized quickly. I hope you are not here for a room. We are closed for renovations. There should have been a sign outside,” he said as he came to the counter.

He was a tall man with dark brown skin and a ratty-looking beard. How he looked at me made me feel uncomfortable standing there in the thin sun dress.

“I didn’t see a sign outside,” I said, stepping back a little bit from the counter as he leaned forward on the counter. His eyes got a little wide, and I realized that the light coming from outside must be going right through the dress I was wearing. I blushed a little and moved my hands down, putting my purse in front of my crotch.

His eyes trailed up from my legs to my eyes, and he gave me a creepy smile. “Well, we are closed, but I might be able to find you somewhere to stay,” he said, slowly licking his lips.

“Oh no, I’m not here for a room,” I told him nervously.

“Well then, why are you here?” he asked, looking amused.

“I am meeting someone,” I quickly told him.

“Who would that lucky someone be?” he asked, enjoying my discomfort.

“Pop,” I told him.

“Pop? I don’t know anyone by that name. Are you sure you have the right address?”

I reached inside my purse and pulled out the card Donna had given me.

“Let me see that,” the man demanded.

As I handed him the card, he captured my hand in his with one hand and pulled me closer to the counter. I could smell his cheap cologne and bad breath as he held my hand on the counter and took the card from me.

“Oh, I know who this is,” he recollected, letting me go and stepping back from the counter. For the first time, I noticed him looking worried.

“Sorry for not remembering the name. I am horrible with them, and there are so many contractors working around here.”

He pointed to the left hallway. “Go down that hall and take the elevator to the 4th floor. His office is in room 432.”

“Here, take his card with you.”

He laid the card on the counter and retreated to the desk in the corner.

“Thanks,” I told him, rubbing my wrist.

I picked up the card and wondered again who Pop was. Everyone seemed afraid of him, and I honestly thought about leaving. As I stood there trying to decide what to do, the man behind the counter spoke again.

“If he expects you, it would be best not to keep him waiting.” With one more glance at my body, he shook his head and retreated into the back where he had been when I arrived.

My indecision lasted another minute before I decided that I had come this far. I might as well meet the man who had been pulling my strings the last couple of weeks.

Entering the elevator, I pushed the button for the 4th floor as instructed.

As I exited the elevator, I noticed how much more rundown it was than the lobby.

No wonder they were remodeling the place. It looked and smelt like a slum. I sighed and started to follow the signs to room 432. Most of the rooms I passed were open, with several not having doors.

Glancing inside them as I walked, I could see trash and dirty clothing, making me think that maybe homeless people had been living there. I rounded the last corner and found the room. This small section of the hallway almost looked clean compared to the rest of the place.

I straightened my dress and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it opened, and the largest black man I had ever seen stood in the doorway. He had to be seven feet tall and over 300 lbs. and it didn’t look like an ounce of that was fat.

He looked me up and down and behind me down the corridor before he spoke.

“So, what can I do for you, little lady?” he asked as he blocked my view of the room.

I cleared my throat before I could answer.

“I am looking for Pop and was told he was here.”

I realized how small my voice sounded palandöken escort and hoped he would not see how nervous I was standing there.

“What’s your name, sweetheart, so I can see if he is here or not,” he inquired with a grin, looking me up and down like a piece of meat.

“Lisa,” I said, shaking slightly.

“Well, you are in luck, Lisa. He told me you might be stopping by.”

“Come on in,” he invited, moving slightly out of the door.

He only moved a couple of feet and was still blocking the room’s interior from view as he watched me and the hallway as I squeezed by him.

I felt his hand on my back as he guided me around and to the right so he could close the door and lock it. The room was dimly lit by a single light in the kitchen off to my right. He guided me over to a couch.

“Have a seat, sweetie, while I go ask Pop when he can see you,” he said, holding my hand as he helped me sit on the couch.

I adjusted my dress trying to keep myself covered, and heard him chuckle as he walked across the room and knocked on another door.

The other door opened, and another man stuck his head out. The other man was just as large as the first, and I wondered if they were brothers. They spoke too quietly for me to hear, and after a few minutes, the man who let me in came back as the other man watched us both.

“Pop is a little busy, but he said that since you came all this way, he will see you now,” he informed me, extending his hand to help me up.

“Thank you,” I said as help pulled me off the couch.

“It’s hard to get up without help anymore, especially from the couch,” I told him with a smile.

“You are welcome, little lady,” he said, pulling me close to him.

“Now I understand this is the first time you are meeting with Pop, so I will have to explain some of the rules so there are no issues or misunderstandings later.”

“First, I will have to search your person for weapons. Please raise your arms and hold them over your head until I tell you otherwise,” he told me as he took a step back to give me room.

I did as he asked and held them there as he stepped forward and ran his hands over the sides of my dress until he reached the hem. Looking me in the eyes, he slowly pulled the bottom of the dress upwards. I started to protest and drop my hands when I noticed him frowning.

I quickly closed my mouth and moved my arms back up, letting him continue. He looked me in the eyes again and, with a smirk, started pulling the dress up and over my head, leaving me completely nude. I could not believe that I had let a strange man remove my clothes just because he wanted to and found that I was blushing as I stood there while he walked around looking at me.

When he got back in front of me, he said, “I just have to check a few more things, and you can go in.”

He grabbed my breasts by my nipples and lifted them up until he forced me to stand on my tippy toes. I moaned from the pain, but remembering Donna, I kept my mouth shut.

“Good now, spread your legs, dear,” he ordered, still holding me on my tippy toes by my nipples. It was a little awkward, but I managed to get my legs about shoulder length apart.

He let go of my nipples and ran his huge hands over my breasts and down and under my distended stomach before I felt his fingers pulling me apart as he slowly pushed a finger, then two, inside my pussy.

I started moaning again as I got off from him manhandling me. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and put them on my lips. Without being told to, I opened my mouth and licked them clean.

He grinned at me and used his hands to turn me around. When I was facing away from him, he gently pushed on my back, so I spread my legs again and bent forward, letting my breasts dangle under me. I felt him insert a finger back into my pussy, and after a few strokes, he pulled it out and pressed it against my asshole.

I started to stand up when I felt his hand on my back pushing me back down. He took his time, but a few minutes later, he was sliding his finger in and out of my ass. I realized that if he kept this up, I would soon be cumming, and it must have been something he realized, too, because he pulled his finger out and turned me around.

“I didn’t find anything that should not have been there,” he told me with a grin.

“I will hold onto your dress and purse until you get ready to leave.”

He led me over to the other man who had watched the entire thing.

“She’s clean,” the man who had removed my dress told the slightly taller man by the inner door. The new man looked me up and down before taking my arm in his.

“Come along, dear,” he told me as he opened the door and pulled me inside, letting his partner shut the door behind us. Slipping an arm behind me, he guided me with a hand on my lower back over to a desk as my eyes adjusted to the brighter room I found myself in.

“Your guest, sir,” he told the man sitting behind the big desk.

My guide released me to stand in palu escort front of the desk. The man behind the desk was slim and dressed in a gray suit that looked expensive. He had slightly gray hair and looked to be in his forties.

Looking at him, I could see why people deferred to him. He projected a sense of command as he read some report in front of him. He looked up at me briefly like he was measuring my worth before returning to reading the papers on his desk. Suddenly self-conscious, I moved my arm to cover my breasts.

“That seems a little silly, Lisa, don’t you think? I mean, I just watched Todd finger fuck you in the other room without any protest,” The man said without looking up from the papers he was reading.

“Sorry, sir,” I said as I dropped my head before moving my hands back to my sides.

I heard him shuffle some papers as I stood there, wondering why I was here for at least the hundredth time. I looked up briefly as I heard his chair being pushed back but quickly looked back at the floor as he walked around the desk.

He walked around me slowly, taking in my features.

“I was impressed with the photos you sent, but to be honest, they don’t do you justice, my dear. You are absolutely beautiful,” he praised lightly, running his fingers across my side before they glided up my back as he walked behind me.

I shivered as his fingers sent chills through my body as they danced across my skin, over my abdomen, and up under my breasts before they stopped under my chin. With a little pressure, he forced my head up to look at him.

“Why are you here, Lisa?” he inquired intensely, staring into my eyes.

“You told me to come here,” I told him, feeling confused.

“Yes, but why did you do what I told you, Lisa? Why did you do all the things I asked you to do?” he asked, sliding his hands down to cup my breasts. I shivered but kept looking at him as he gently caressed my breasts with soft strokes.

“I, uhh, I,” I stammered as he stepped closer, taking his right hand off my breasts and sliding it up to caress my neck.

“You what, Lisa?” he continued his inquiry, his brown eyes boring into me just a few inches away. I could feel his breath on my skin as he waited for my answer.

I had been asking myself that same question since this all started without coming to an answer.

“I don’t know,” I breathed out, flushing even more.

I could feel my juices start to leak out of my pussy as he moved a little closer still. At this point, our lips were almost touching, and his eyes were the only thing I could see.

“Don’t know or afraid of the answer, Lisa?” he breathed, his lips grazing mine before he turned my head and gently licked my jaw, moving up my neck to my ear.

“I need you to answer Lisa. Otherwise, you can leave now,” he said into my ear before pulling back to look at me.

“I like it, I guess,” I responded, dropping my eyes again, ashamed at admitting this to him.

“Like what, Lisa?” he said, crouching down a little to look into my eyes.

“I like being told what to do, not having control,” I told him in a rush, shaking from having to admit that to anyone, let alone someone I didn’t really know.

Pop smiled at me before walking around his desk and sitting down again. “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

I felt mortified at having admitted that to him, standing nude in his office, but I also found myself incredibly aroused at having done so.

“I have a proposition for you. I am having a little get-together with some clients later today, and some of them have an affinity for young, pretty pregnant women, especially submissive ones. I think you would be perfect for their tastes. Now, I know it’s short notice, but I pay very well for my entertainment.”

“What do you think, Lisa; something you might be interested in?”

It sounded like he was offering her money to have sex with some of his clients like a prostitute. I got angry, and it must have shown on my face.

“I am not a whore,” I scolded him, feeling myself turning red as I clenched my fists.

“No one said you were Lisa. The clients will not be paying you anything. I will. Your job is to do whatever they want you to do without question. If you think you can do that, I will give you $5000 in cash for your trouble.”

“If you don’t want to do it, I understand. Todd will give you back your clothes, and you can leave. No one will bother you again.”

The last few weeks have been the most exciting times in my life. I enjoyed doing what Pop made me do, and the thought of leaving somehow scared me more than going ahead with it. The money was something extra, and I knew we could use it.

Looking back up at him. “I guess I have come this far, and honestly, the thought of leaving scares me more than staying.”

He smiled and nodded to the man who brought me in.

“Allow me to introduce you to Devin, Lisa. He will take you to the party. I know that you have had some issues following instructions with my other associates. pamukkale escort If you want the money, I suggest that you try harder to follow instructions the first time.”

“Thank you, sir. I will,” I smiled, glancing quickly over at Devin before looking at the floor again.

“This way, miss,” Devin instructed, opening another door on the other side of the room from where I entered.

I kept my eyes low, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.

Devin led me down a short, dark hall and through another door, which clicked as it shut. I glanced back and noticed that this side of the door had no handle and assumed that I would not be going back the way I came.

This room was lined with racks of clothes, like the prop room back in my high school drama department. He took my hand when I stopped to look around and pulled me through several rows until we arrived at a group of makeup tables. At least ten tables lined the wall, each with a woman sitting at it, getting ready for something.

Pulling me towards the end, I noticed that not all of the tables were occupied. The two end tables were not in use, so he sat me down at one and motioned over to an older woman who had been putting makeup on a pretty Asian woman with long black hair at the next table.

“Hey, Kim. Pop wants to add this one to the party later and would like her made-up to look a little younger,” he said, running his hands down my back over the swell of my ass, causing me to tense. He grinned and smacked my ass before walking away, chuckling.

Kim looked over at me, running her eyes up and down before looking back at the woman she was putting makeup on. “Have a seat at the table until I get done,” she said dismissively.

I sat at the table, looking around at the others sitting there.

Besides the Asian woman, there were several other women of various ethnic backgrounds and skin tones. I noticed that they all had glanced at me as I arrived, and a couple had even given me tentative smiles before they turned back to getting ready.

The really unusual thing, other than all of us being nude, was that it was so quiet. With everyone getting ready for the party, you would think that they would be talking or something.

“Excuse me,” I said, trying to get Kim’s attention.

“What the fuck is wrong with you slut? Are you that untrained? I told you to sit. Do not talk or ask questions. Are you stupid or something?” Kim asked, glaring at me with a sneer on her face.

“Sorry, no one told me,” I said sheepishly, looking down and feeling myself shrink into the chair, trying not to garner any more of her attention.

“Just sit there and keep your fucking mouth closed,” Kim told me. She continued glaring at me for another moment before turning back and finishing the Asian woman.

I sat with my head down and my hands protectively covering my unborn child until Kim walked in front of me. She lifted my chin to see my face and frowned when she saw the trail of tears running down my cheeks.

She wiped them off and started applying makeup to my face, moving my head back and forth. In a few minutes, she had all the makeup finished and started working on my hair. She brushed and pulled on my hair until she had two long pigtails hanging on either side of my head.

“I think that is the best we are going to get,” she said, admiring her handiwork. She stepped out of my way and let me look at my reflection. I was shocked at the girl staring back at me in the mirror. She looked maybe sixteen years old. I glanced at Kim, who cracked the first smile I had seen from her.

“You are one of the lucky ones,” she told me.

“Why is that?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t get mad at me again.

“Most women start aging fast after they cross into their twenties. I think if you take care of yourself, you could pass for a teenager well into your 30s.”

“Let’s go find you an outfit to wear,” Kim said, pulling me out of the chair and towards the racks of clothes. She rummaged around until she found a short skirt and a top that clung to my breasts but managed to cover my baby bulge.

“I think this will do. Have a seat, and they will come to get you in a little bit,” she said as she finished dressing me, touching up my makeup before walking out of the room.

I moved from the makeup station and sat in an empty seat between the other women. No one seemed interested in talking, so I sat with my hands in my lap until Devin came back.

“Damn slut, you sure look fine,” he inspected, standing over me and checking out my new look.

“Ok, bitches most of you know the drill. For the sake of the couple who are new, I will explain how things work and the rules you are to follow. At the end of the night, each of you will be paid depending on how well you perform for the guests. You are in Pop’s employ, so remember how you act will reflect on him.”

He looked around, making sure everyone was paying attention.

“I don’t think I need to remind you that the reason there are new girls here tonight is because some of the girls last time could not follow instructions and have been banned from returning. Now the rules:”

“Rule number one: when I take you through the door into the lounge area, you are to find a seat and wait until someone picks you up.”

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I haven’t cum in a week, but I have been teasing and edging myself a bit most days. Yesterday afternoon, I spent about an hour playing around and edged twice. After the second edge, I laid in bed with my eyes closed, just catching my breath and cooling off for a while. Eventually, I thought about going to take a shower.

But then I felt the slightest twinge in my bladder–it wasn’t a need, just the very first awareness that my bladder was starting to fill. I had drank about a liter of water while edging. The mental gears started turning. Horny brain was still running the show and I decided to do a hold and then eventually go take that shower and finally let go in there. I know it’s really on the tame side of things, but I’ve actually never pissed in the shower before. I always use the toilet before taking a shower, so I just… never thought to do it n the shower instead.

I spent the next few hours naked in bed and letting my bladder fill. I continued to drink water as I pleased, but I wasn’t pushing to drink a lot. To pass the time, I played Steam games for a while; watched YouTube videos; worked on some writing. The more my bladder gradually filled, osmancık escort the wetter I got. I was laying on my stomach for most of that time, providing a bit of extra pressure. I kept my legs spread slightly, just enough that I could rest my mons directly on the bed. Again, extra pressure, but against my outer lips rather than my bladder. If I pushed my hips down, my lips would just barely press against my clit; it was more than enough for me to constantly feel it.

I didn’t want to be caught short and not make it to the shower, so when I felt the first leak, I admitted it was time. Only a few drops had leaked out, but it had me even more desperate to empty myself so I jumped out of bed.

It was evening and my housemates were home. I really didn’t want to be running naked through the place, so I tortured myself for a few more seconds as I threw on jeans and a t-shirt as quickly as possible. Then I grabbed my usual shower kit [towels, hair brush, etc.] and bolted out of my room and to the bathrooms down the hall. Bathrooms, there’s two, which is why the thought of being locked out never came to mind. It turned out that both bathrooms osmangazi escort were empty, anyways, so I felt relief as I rushed into one and locked the door. My bladder clenched at the sight of the toilet, but I managed not to leak.

I dropped my kit on the floor and turned the shower on. Seconds felt like minutes as the water heated up; once again, I was dragging out the holding for as long as I could. My left hand was pressed against my cunt as if to physically hold back the flood and my right hand was beneath the spray of water to gauge the temperature. It made me leak for about a second before I got myself back under control.

As soon as the water was barely warm, something I could tolerate, I jumped in and leaned against the wall. I faced the spray of the showerhead and spread my legs apart and… nothing. My body was too wound up that this wasn’t a toilet, that I was standing up, that it would get all over my legs… My bladder screamed for relief, but tension was holding relief just out of grasp. A drop or two would leak out, each one a small flash of blissful relief.

I needed so much more, but my body was still refusing osmaniye escort to co-operate. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as much of my body as I could. A few drops became second-long spurts became a thin but steady stream. I moaned as the pressure in my bladder finally gave way to almost orgasmic pleasure.

Once I was truly, fully letting go, an impulsive thought brought my hand into the stream. It splattered across my palm and fingers and I was shocked at how warm the urine was. I suddenly pressed my hand directly against my pussy. I bore down, trying to piss even harder and the sensation of such a strong stream hitting my hand made me shake. I yanked my hand away, scared that I was going to cum. I don’t know how I managed not to pleasure myself then and there, I have no idea where the willpower comes from. I was impossibly aroused, my legs were shaking.

I continued to push, forcing out as much piss as I could. Finally, a few weak spurts and then nothing. Absolutely drained.

I finished my shower, re-dressed, then caught the next bus. I had to get out of the house to cool off and bought a fast food sundae to help chill myself down.

I feel like this was a pretty tame experience, but it still really turned me on. I really enjoy seeing women piss standing up–in the shower, outdoors, at a urinal, anything. It’s very arousing for me. Even writing this all out here got me worked up again, wanting to touch myself.

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Everyone’s over 18. No real people. No copyright infringement.

Everyone survives and enjoys themselves. Permanent body art is fetishized, but never maiming, branding or amputation. Step-by-step consent. All diverse people are respected. No prostitution. Pure fiction. No politics, ads, AI, or pictures.

*****

“I am an experimenter in the sense that I write in order to change myself and in order not to think the same thing as before.”

–Michel Foucault

1: The Abyss

Thank God! Dry land. Well, not dry in this foul weather, but I’d settle for any land by the time we washed ashore. Fifteen minutes more and the twilight would vanish to unforgiving ebony. That blinding light blared again across the heavy rain and fog. We couldn’t tell where the beacon came from, but in the abyss, any light is salvation. Our tiny dinghy violently ran aground in an explosion of wet sand, whipped into our faces by the thirty knot gusts. I took her by the hand, stepped ashore, and we staggered into the light.

* * *

Freshman year at Cape University hadn’t been easy. The whole hookup culture was a little overwhelming, if I’m being honest. Making out in all those sticky basements, running the bases, and for what? To brag to the other guys at Sunday brunch about who scored the most points that weekend? Seven base hits and counting, but this blond mop-top still hadn’t put a run on the board.

What’s one more sport I’m not good at? I was never big enough for basketball or football, never fast enough for baseball or track. I always tried to project masculinity, but I was soft and I knew it. There wasn’t a hair on my face nor a scrap of meat on my bones. Hell, I was majoring in philosophy.

Alas, one sport my college offered that we’d never had in high school was sailing. It was totally coed, so I could meet girls without having to haunt the vomit-soaked fraternity circuit. Perfect! Besides, I figured sailing would be more relaxing and less physical than other sports. Boy was I wrong.

I should’ve realized college sports don’t run in the summer. Sailing is a spring onikişubat escort sport, and we were out practicing in Chatham Harbor in dry suits as early as late March. I got assigned to be crew aboard a 420, a two-person dinghy. I’d hike over the windward rail on a trapeze harness, getting hammered with icy cold spray all day. It made me miss the disgusting Miller Lite in those sticky basements. Hell, I would’ve quit, if not for Skipper.

Skipper was the kind of hip, liberated alterni-chick I’d always dreamed of. That streak of bleached hair up front, and another intricately braided down the back, contrasting her raven-tone Indian locks. Her light brown skin, her nosering, eight earrings (I counted) and God, that tongue ring! It all drove me wild. I’d have bet anything she was a freak in the sack.

Skipper was an upperclassmen who never would’ve given me the time of day at a party. She doesn’t have to hang with the fake ID crowd anyway. She’d probably be out at a show, letting guys buy her drinks all night. She was so confident! And I was so not. My insecure masculinity could never match her radiant femininity; she was way out of my league.

Still, for two hours of sailing practice every day, it was just the two of us, Skipper we were training to compete. We had to be a finely-tuned machine, and that meant I had to get my act together. I was green; she was going for gold.

The day of the squall, Skipper challenged me to sail out of the harbor, into open ocean. I was terrified, of course, alas masculinity struck again. I wanted so badly to impress her, I didn’t even check the radar for weather. In fact, the only such consideration I gave was what might happen if her tongue ring got hit by lightning while she was blowing me. Yowza!

That squall came on so fast, we couldn’t tell which way the harbor was. I reckoned it was behind us, but there was too much current to tack and it was too windy to gybe. Taking six-foot rollers head-on, the only way not to capsize was to hold our course. Eventually the storm clouds swallowed the last piece of ordu escort shoreline on the horizon, and we were truly lost at sea. If not for the beacon, we’d have surely drowned.

Sure enough, it was the old Monomoy Lighthouse, abandoned a century ago when they built the Cape Cod Canal. We didn’t even bother knocking. The door wasn’t locked. Surely there aren’t still lighthouse keepers in the 21st century, right? Who cares? Here we could survive. There was an old, dirty kitchen inside with a table and chairs.

We took off our dry-suits right away, both of which were damaged and leaking. Our dry-bag was long-gone, and with it our phones. We were freezing and soaked from head to toe. The T-shirt I had on underneath was badly torn at the bottom, so I took off what was left of it and cast it aside. I couldn’t stand the thought of Skipper seeing me prune in boxer shorts. I’d almost rather submit to hypothermia. Almost.

Skipper tossed her dry-suit in the sink. She was wearing this cute choker, the cheap plastic kind you get at the mall. It turned me on knowing she still wore it even under a dry-suit where nobody could see. She must’ve been wearing it for herself, not to look wicked sexy but to feel wicked sexy. Looking wicked sexy was a special bonus just for me, and I didn’t take it for granted.

Skipper stripped down to her sports bra, exposing her midriff. She had a belly ring, answering a question I’d long wondered in the back of my head. I’d always pictured an elaborate piece like a belly dancer might wear, but it was just a little curved silver barbell, nothing flashy. She could wear it to the gym. I bet she did. I bet she never takes it out, that it’s a part of her. I wonder when she got it, and if her parents hated it. I hope they still do.

As fixated as I was, the real showstopper came when she turned around and bent over to take her wet socks off. She had a bright red lotus tattooed on her lower back, with some kind of Sanskrit symbol on top. Fuck I love tramp stamps! It was more than enough stimulus to hoist my boom. I was hypnotized.

“What örnekköy escort are you staring at?” Skipper asked impatiently.

“Oh! I’m just, uh…” I panicked, then caught my breath and told the truth, “…admiring your belly ring and tattoo. I didn’t know you had them.”

“Yeah, the belly ring was standard issue to pledge my sorority. But the tattoo is new. I got it in Boston for my twenty-first, just before the season started.”

“Cool. What’s it mean?”

“It’s Kundalini, the first chakra at the bottom of the spine, the source of Shakti, a divine feminine energy. Through tantric practice, it’s a path to spiritual liberation.”

“You really believe that?” I scoffed.

“I don’t need to believe it. I’ve experienced it.”

“I see… Did it hurt?”

“Spiritual liberation?”

“The tattoo, I mean,” I nervously clarified.

“At first much more than I’d expected,” Skipper recounted, “But what could I do? As soon as you’re inked, you’re committed. You have to get over yourself to let it happen. Once the endorphins kicked in, I was able to let go. I submitted myself to the experience, went into a trance and came to profoundly enjoy it.”

“Oh… that’s wicked sexy.”

“Wicked sexy?” Skipper rolled her eyes, as if to say freshman. I regretted saying it immediately. “What about you, kid? You got any… wicked sexy ink?”

“No,” I answered, embarrassed. “I don’t think I could commit.”

“Sure you could,” she insisted, creeping up close to me and whispering in my ear. “You just gotta want it bad enough.”

I’ll never forget the sensation of her reaching around to tickle my lower spine, right in the chakra. I was rock hard and she knew it. This was the opening I’d been waiting for! Finally, we were half-dressed in private, hearts pumping horny and she serves me this layup on a golden platter. I froze. Come on, man! Just kiss her!

Finally, I felt that cool metal barbell in my mouth. Skipper and I latched onto each other and made out. My hands felt up a storm around her hips–so much decorated skin to explore! I pulled her close, and weight of her breasts pushed up against me. Her bracelets rubbing up my back as she dug her hot pink nails into me. The raw energy. That pierced tongue! I’d never had the privilege to become intimate with one before. Was it thirty seconds? A whole minute? Not long enough!

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Note: The following story is one of Cuckold and contains male-on-male interactions. So if this is not your thing kindly move on. To keep from debt from taking loans, Jake went to college locally, and to save even more, l remained at home. Mom could not be more thrilled, and yes, although he saved money, it didn’t do miracles for my fledgling sex life. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but his partners at that point could be counted on one hand, and sadly, three of the five were one-and-done.

Mrs. Thomas, a chubby but still sexy forty-year-old, tended to shower with her bathroom blinds open. Jake didn’t mark that down as being pervy; more our older homes and lack of good ventilation, especially in the bathrooms. Watching her was the highlight of many nights for Jake.

One night, while she was showering, her husband Hank entered the bathroom. He dragged her out of the shower, and the light in their bedroom came on. Sadly, those curtains were drawn. This had interrupted Jake’s spanking of the monkey; still in need of his nut, he decided to sneak over for hopefully a better look. As luck would have it, the curtains didn’t quite meet one another, giving me a complete view from such a short distance.

Donna was busy sucking Hank’s cock, her sizable ass pointed right at him. Jake imagined being behind her as she sucked away at Hank’s cock. About then, she changed direction, straddling him so he could service her pussy as she continued to suck her husband off. A moment later, it was clear that Jack had come into her tal, ented mouth; what happened next was a complete surprise, and after that, l was just blown away.

Donna turned again, still above him, allowing the cum in her mouth to spill into his parted lips. Then they kissed long and hard until there was no chance that the seed could be left remaining. I didn’t know what l thought about it, maybe if there was more time. But then she got off of him and the bed, and she made her way right for me, or say, the window l was looking through. In fear, l ducked out of the way, and l didn’t look back until l could hear moans coming from inside again.

l was more confused than ever watching how Donna was now busy fucking Hank from behind with a rubber cock of sorts harnessed to her round body. There was no doubt how this turned me on; l stroked my cock with one hand as l fingered my ass with my other hand or, say, finger. As hot as l found watching, l rushed back home to find something more fitting to do the job right.

On my desk was a mini bat l received attending a baseball game when l was a kid; I put a little hair gel in it, then slid it home. Although it was in my ass, it felt like it was going straight through my penis, the feeling is hard to explain, but l was hooked. l focused my mind on the memory of my neighbors, envisioning her driving her rubber cock in me instead of me doing it to myself. Then when l reached my end like l saw, l took my first taste of cum. I can’t say l loved it, but l didn’t hate it either, and if the situation served like l saw with them, l wouldn’t hesitate to try it again. Little did l know only a few nights later, l would get that chance and a whole lot more.

l was at their window the next night like before, this time with a pancho as the weather turned cold. l watched with hopes of seeing something else new to me, and although their sex was good, nothing happened that l hadn’t seen or experienced before.

Donna niksar escort got up; my God, l loved her body. She was walking toward the window, her large breasts swaying from side to side. Just then, a lightning bolt struck, not close enough to harm but plenty enough for her to see me watching from the window. She screamed, and l leaped over the fence to my side, running to my room. And when l looked back, l found their curtains closed tightly. l cursed the storm and me for getting caught; the next two nights, l found the curtains still drawn, so l almost didn’t bother to look that next evening, but when l did, they were wide open.

Fearing it was a setup, l remained in my room, at least at first. Donna was dressed in black leather, her boobs flowing out of it like a fountain. Her Thigh-high matching boots had my cock dripping with pre cum before anything happened. When her husband came into view, he was completely naked, with leather cuffs around his wrists.

It was clear to me as she instructed him to lay on the bed, his feet on the carpet below. She vanished, but when she returned, she was sporting a rather big strap-on dildo, much bigger than the one before. I watched with excitement as she laid into him, and every so often, it was like she looked directly at me. l know it was impossible to see me, my room black as the night, but somehow she knew, or it seemed she did.

She pulled out of her husband’s ass and pointed at her glistening manhood, now aglow with lube. He fell before her wrapping his mouth around her black rubber cock. l tried to get a better look, all but leaning out of the window, but then she repositioned herself, and again, as if she knew she gave me a thumbs-up. l feverishly stroked my cock, watching on until l was shocked again, now her hand waving as if to join them.

It was fight or flight now, so l reached over and turned the desk light on next to me, illuminating the area around me. l stood there cock in hand, with whatever happened next entirely out of my control. There was no doubt she saw me cupping her large breasts and licking at her nipples. Once again waved me to come over, an offer l could not refuse.

l found their back door unlocked, so l went in and up the stairs. The floor squeaked as l neared, and she called for me to come in as l made my way to their bedroom door. They were as l left them, him on his knees servicing her man meat. Wanting a better look, l approached them, and l was taken by surprise when she ordered him to suck my cock instead. I was so worked up by that time that l made no argument, and to my surprise, he was rather good at it. It is far better than the couple of times l was involved with such.

She placed my hand on her version of a cock which l was happy to play along with, stroking it as mine continued to be pleased by her husband. As if she knew, she warned me not to come. It was then that l knew the night was far from over. His cock was hard and blistering, and l jumped to the chance when she ordered me to fuck her. Slightly bigger than her husband and with the energy of a man twenty-five years her husband’s junior, he laid into her. All the while, he sat in the corner with his eyes peeled and a broad smile. At that point in my life, l didn’t even know what a Cuckold was, but he was getting a crash course.

She told me to stop, but only long enough for her to get on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position. nilüfer escort She took a few swipes to get things lubed again, and then she ordered her husband to come and lick her pussy, all while she was riding my rod. Hank occasionally dragged his tongue across my balls and shaft when the opportunity allowed; l wasn’t sure if she knew, so I didn’t let on how good it felt. It felt so good that l could not hold back any longer. l grabbed her by the hips and held her down upon me, pumping his creamy load inside her wet pussy. She cried, “No,” and said, “Oh well, come clean me up.”

To that, her husband returned with his tongue wagging. Also, to her surprise, my cock remained hard, and her memory of youth clouded over the years. Hard and ready for more, and answering that, she reached around and switched holes inside herself. This was my first experience with anal, and l was hooked. Maybe it was the kink of it all or just how tight it was in comparison, but either way, a second round of cum built quickly in my balls. I didn’t need help, but when she told me to fill her ass, there was no turning back; l happily did so, achieving the most incredible orgasm of my life. I remained inside of her, hubby all over any cum that escaped until my youthful cock retreated on its own.

I lay beside her while, as ordered, hubby cleaned us both up with warm washcloths. She then had Hank dress me, which l thought was weird but a small price to pay. l thanked them and approached the door when her voice stopped me. “Come back tomorrow at about eight, so we can get our fuck on.” l didn’t know exactly what that meant, but there was no way l was going to miss it.

It was a few minutes before eight that next evening, and fresh from the shower, l made his way next door, this time to the front door. Donna answered the door in a see-through nightie, which left little to the imagination; her dark nipples were already incredibly hard. Jake was a bit confused when she led him to the family room instead of upstairs to the bedroom. And where the hell was Hank?

Assuming they were waiting for Hank’s return, l played along, an assignment easy enough seeing most of it was looking at the beautiful Donna. She was dressed in a sheer gown that left little to the imagination; under it was a sexy push-up bra and matching panties. l had to reposition his growing cock more than once as he looked on.

After taking the last sip from her glass of wine, Donna announced she was ready, and with that, she made her way up the stairs with me close behind her. Pushing the bedroom door open, my eyes found Hank, theater to the wall and spread eagle. Before l could make sense of the metal cage upon his manhood, Donna ordered me to strip. Both she and Hank’s eyes were peeled as l undressed there before them. l took the opportunity to shave my balls and around my cock as Hank’s was; this also was noticed and pleased Donna very much. l must say l was enjoying it, too, and now my cock at least looked even more significant.

Donna couldn’t wait for me to remove my socks, her mouth wrapped around my trimmed penis. l took hold of her head and began to face fucking her with abandon; her muffled sounds were of pure approval as my balls bounced off her chin again and again. She stopped but not before dragging her tongue from the balls to the very tip, then after climbing on the bed, she ordered me to fuck her.

l locked the tip of two nişantaşı escort fingers at the top of her tiny panties, dragging them side to side until they ran the length of her soft legs. Her pussy was soaked, her inner lips now extending beyond the outter ones. She shook as l dragged my tongue over them and her engorged clitty.

But we were of like minds, and it took little time before l pressed the head of my cock inside of her. There was something about it, me fucking her while her husband looked on. With my limited experience, l didn’t know how unique it was. All l knew was l liked it, and l was ready for about anything.

l laid into her for a good twenty minutes, then when l was about to blow, l switched holes. Without objection finishing in Donna’s tight ass, then l fell to her side. She took the dripping seed and rubbed it on her clitty, causing one last orgasm.

Then she kissed me hard; l found it strange that her kiss affected me more. There l was fucking his wife, but it was the kiss that gave me guilt. That was another reason l agreed when she offered how it was Hank’s birthday and how he deserves a blow job.

l propped me up on the bed, ready to take my turn watching, but Donna had different ideas. Dangling a key before me, she proclaimed, “Go on.”

“What, wait. I’m not into that sort of thing.”

Donna: “Well, hell, there’s the door. It’s okay for him or l to suck your dick, but you can’t return the favor? We don’t do selfishness or guilt here, so you must leave.”

When l got up, l was not sure what my next move was going to be, but l wasn’t surprised when it was to free Hank’s cock and wrap my mouth around him. It quickly became apparent that l enjoyed doing so and how pleasing them was a big part. Soon, l found myself longing for him to come into my mouth, a true sign of a job well done.

Donna approached us, and although she didn’t assist me, her slim finger in my ass made me even hungrier for his seed. I think it was my cumming on his feet that pushed him over the edge, filling my mouth to where l had to swallow twice to get it all down. It was bitter and a bit salty and enquired taste to be sure. But if that was the cost to this wonder sex, then it was a small one at that. I returned to Hank’s cock, cleaning off every last drop.

The three of us got into bed, and the next thing l knew, it was morning, and how Hank was blowing me. Donna was also awake, watching with approving eyes as Hubby sucked away. I maneuvered, making it possible to return the favor; this brought praise from Donna. “That’s my boys. Good job.”

She busily worked her pussy to climax then she asked me to clean her up. l happily did so, and l didn’t flinch when l felt Hank behind me. All these new and exciting things left one thing in question, and l was about to find out what a real cock inside of me felt like. “Great” came to mind as his plunges pressed my face hard into Donna’s soaked pussy. l could hardly keep up with her orgasms, one after another, from my mouth and the view she had.

As my nut got closer, it was more me fucking him, thrusting my hips into Hank, searching for more and more cock. He grabbed my hips and held hard as l could feel the warmth of his load being deposited inside of me. This caused a chain reaction; Donna and l lost ours.

Back on Earth, a momentary panic, it’s late! But then l remembered it was Saturday, and what a great weekend it would be. Not everybody’s cup of tea, I’m sure, but for me, it was perfect. Sadly, they moved away a few months later, and although we kept in touch, we never had sex again. It wasn’t until some years later that l experienced anything like it again. Now, with my wife and Mistress April.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Gale’s perspective

I wasn’t too worried though, wide away despite the hour, which had to be late. The succubus explained there would be obstacles in the maze and I’d see the canine anthro, a blend of two breeds with soft, brown fur, around campus before. She was more of the kind of anthro who wanted to keep herself clean and pristine at all times, rather than getting stuck into things and dirty. There wasn’t much muscle on her and a climbing wall, to go up and over the other side, rose above the maze to the right; I didn’t think she’d be able to get over something like that easily.

So, I was probably the only one who would be able to race through obstacles and gain points, which the succubus explained the nature of. Points would be awarded to the person who got to the centre the swiftest, but also for how well they handled each obstacle.

I was in it for a transformation so…I didn’t take it too seriously. I was pretty much the tallest out of everyone there and I was sure they didn’t realise my physical prowess meant I could easily take them all down in a game like that, though the succubus explained that the four with the highest point total would qualify as winners for that first round.

Still, I put on a show of it, trying to get the lay of the land as I dived into the maze on the starting flash of magic, everyone going off in a different direction. Floating cameras, which kind of looked like drones but seemed to be controlled more by magic, considering the succubus’ abilities, followed all of us, allowing us to see, over the tops of the hedges, just where the other contestants sort of were.

But it was about my race as I leapt over a ditch and slowed down to crawl under a net, which was set up like something from military training. There were stepping stones too and, even though I wished I’d worn more comfortable clothes, they were not too difficult to get over.

“Oof!”

I missed a jump and slid down into a drop, though caught myself on a ridge a moment before I plummeted into a ditch. I cursed lightly, ignoring the cameras, and hauled myself out, perhaps showing off a little too much of my strength in the course of it.

But I had to get out and I wasn’t getting wiped out immediately, oh no, I wasn’t going to leave. I didn’t think there was a way for us to require leaving, but getting injured or breaking the rules most certainly was one of them.

So, I had to make it fair and, at the very least, I had to try.

A bell rang every time someone completed the course and, by the time I got there, there were four others ahead of me. That was perfect and I leaned over, pretending to need to catch my breath, though I was sure someone would catch on to what I was doing. With how the games were going to strip us down to nothing, put us through obscene and wonderful transformations, having my sexual fantasies out there was going to be the least of it all in the end.

“Well done!”

The succubus walked that time as we all lined up, taking a sultry stroll past the contestants right in the middle of the maze. A churning, swirling ball of magic — her own design, I was sure — heralded the centre, the maze hedge around us forming a circle, with openings for entrances back into the maze itself.

I swallowed a whimper, glancing between the succubus and the magic, wanting it all.

The two who had come in first and second were Devon and Liam, both athletes but, really, not set to go pro or anything like that. I vaguely knew of them, as they were loud and brash, known for working situations to their advantage.

“Now… Surprise me,” the succubus said, running her tail under Devon’s chin as he gave a very uncharacteristic squeak. “You are the first to get through the course…and win the first challenge. What transformation will you lay on a loser here, hm? Will it be invigorating or will I tire of you quickly?”

I thought Devon would have stuttered at that, though he surprised me by smirking and tilting his chin up.

“Well, Liam and I had something in mind,” he said, sharing a look with his friend. “Hm… You know, I think some here might like the idea of being transformed a little too much, yeah? So, why not give them what they want.”

I tipped my head. Had someone else been into things like me too? Yet Devon pointed at me and said, clearly:

“Give her another pair of tits — bigger than the ones she has already! And make those bigger too, all the same size!”

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I started, though I wasn’t about to run, not as my heart pounded and the succubus grinned widely, showing off too many teeth. Even though I had noticed it before, they suddenly seemed a lot sharper, more feral, more predatory. Exactly fitting for a demon.

“So, it seems that the first curse goes to Gale, what a wonderful surprise,” she drawled, her formal demeanour slipping slightly as she seemed to take on a raw delight in the lead up to a transformation. “Hm… I could have expected that. Perhaps you were a little too obvious in showing the appeal of my transformations, cat.”

I wanted to tell her I was a tiger, not just a cat, but she snapped her fingers, a jolt of purple magic leaping from her painted nails, long enough to have the appearance of claws, to me. I sucked in a breath but didn’t really feel as if any air entered my lungs, not with how tight my chest was.

Magic sank into me and I moaned softly, shaking my head, tottering a little. But I didn’t want to run from it, oh no, not as I got exactly what I wanted and my skin across my chest and breasts suddenly felt too tight. Of course, it was hard to see as I was still wearing clothes, but I had enough presence of mind to at least try to appear shocked.

“Hey… What gives?” I tried to complain, even as my flesh bulged, feeling as if it was filling out moderately from my chest, pushing into my bra and rounding out the front of my T-shirt and jacket. “Why… I haven’t done anything to you!”

Devon smirked.

“Hah… Well, maybe you won’t like it as much as you think you will,” he said with a sly shrug. “You were sitting there, tail twitching, looking like the cat that got the cream when she was telling us about the game. You got in here for something other than the prize, didn’t you? But things aren’t always as good as you think they are.”

It was hard to listen to him but, vaguely, I understood he thought he’d got one over on me. And wasn’t that silly? Even if I had let it slip a little too much how much I liked the idea of transformations, it was not as if I had gone through anything like that before either.

But it was there for me and there was nothing I could do there as the curse sank into me, squirming as the buttons on my jacket strained increasingly tightly. The space between the buttons bulged as the buttons protested and I was only glad I hadn’t worn anything with a tight zip that day, even if the buttoned jacket had been a little on the smarter side — just the first thing I’d grabbed heading out the door, a light thing that had not kept the rain from my fur.

“Unff… Ah…”

“Gale, your buttons!”

That was Sara, though I could barely spare a moment to acknowledge her as I tried to get the buttons undone, a middle one pinging off as I fought with them. I didn’t save all the buttons, didn’t even know why I was fighting so hard with them anyway, and gasped as my bra strained, the under wire digging in more viciously.

It wasn’t easy as another pair of breasts grew beneath the first, a dull ache sinking into my midriff as I groaned and quivered in place. It was all I could do, even then, simply to remain standing, though I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do. I wanted to press my thighs together, to exult in the wetness teasing slickly over my pussy lips, yet that would have been too obvious — and too crude.

“Oof… Ah!”

I shrugged my shoulders, rolling the jacket back just in time as two more lumps showed under my breasts, the nipples forming peaks in the fabric of my T-shirt. I hadn’t really liked that T-shirt all that much anyway, but still I dithered, not knowing whether I was to take it off or hang on, at least for a few more moments.

The sensation, however, of my clothing pulling more and more tightly over my growing breasts was simply exquisite in a way I hadn’t considered before. It was different, the shirt pulling under my arms and digging in over the top of my shoulders, accentuated by my bra straining too. The straps of my bra cut in and I hesitated, not knowing whether I should try to get my top off or not. It was in the way, that much was certain, but to drag it off in front of everyone would just expose me.

And how big was the succubus going to make my breasts anyway? “Bigger” was entirely subjective and left me shivering deliciously, my stomach twisting and turning itself all up into knots.

I didn’t know how big they were going to get, my hands resting on my new, lower pair of breasts, tucked under the first as everything swelled. My skin strained and pulled uncomfortably, startling me by how the sensation caught me off-guard. I hadn’t expected something like that, more like the bliss of being transformed, but it made it all the more real to me.

It was something I could not escape from, not as a broken little whimper teased by my lips. My flesh bulged and strained and even though I tugged at the bottom odunpazarı escort hem of my T-shirt, even I knew I wasn’t going to get it off in time.

“Ugh… Why…”

But I couldn’t even put on a show to feign my “hatred” of the transformation, not as Devon scowled at me and petulantly crossed his arms over his chest. Such a child. But my bra could not contain the rising swell of my breasts as more flesh spilt over the top of them, my shirt appearing lumpy and bulging.

My shirt split slowly, one stitch on the seam under the arm giving up after the other, pinging down as it tore. I was just fortunate that it didn’t tear right across my chest and expose me right away, the lower breasts swelling at a fantastic rate as the overly sensitive nipples rubbed into the soft fabric.

That time, I could not hold back a very sexual moan, shuddering in place. My knees buckled and tears of emotion, raw and biting, built in the corners of my eyes. Oh, but I wanted it, wanted to languish there in the moment, panting heavily, grunting and groaning, everything on show. If there was any confusion over whether I wanted the transformations or not, well…that moment put all those concerns to rest well and truly.

My breasts pressed out through the front of my shirt and I used a claw, helpless to do anything else, to slice across the front, between the upper and lower breasts. I was okay with the flesh straining and filling out with new fat and nerves, but I couldn’t bear the pull of my clothes anymore, just needing a tiny jolt of relief.

The rip allowed my breasts to swell out even more and, somehow, I forgot I was even there, in public, as they rose to attention, the nipples fat and almost coming with a fleshy hint to them. I grunted in the back of my throat, angling my finger so I could rub across the top of one nipple and the areola, pressing down into the soft flesh of it.

But it was so sensitive and I squirmed in place, grunting, leaning back against a section of hedge where one of the obstacles, a twisting up-and-down-climb-around squeeze through, was close to the opening to the centre. I needed the support, the weight tipping me off-balance, and I had to lean forward, even though I felt like I wanted to stand up tall, getting my feet under me again.

Of course, I was still down on my knees, though I had not accounted for at all the massive weight of those breasts, though it was fortunate, kind of, that my normal breasts did not grow too much. They had been a pretty decent D-cup before, though they had sat well on my chest, growing out so they challenged the width of my torso. It was the weight of them that really got to me and, vaguely, I groped at them, not wanting to make too big a show of feeling myself up.

The upper pair of breasts quivered, the lower side bulging through the rip I’d made in my shirt. I wasn’t too sure what had happened to my bra, but the under wire seemed to have given up and pinged down out of the way, digging into my torso rather than simply my breasts. The nipples showed through my shirt, obviously defined, though one found the rip and poked out of it, another rip spreading down across my belly — well, most of those second pair of breasts was covering my belly, but that was by the by.

“Unff… They’re so…heavy…”

And there was really nothing to stop me from moaning aloud and showing off my pleasure as I dug my fingers softly into my lower breasts, as the upper pair seemed to have stopped growing for the moment. They settled at the size of watermelons — not the biggest I’d ever seen but, well…they were more than sizeable enough, spilling out around my fingers when I tried to hold on to them, at least a little.

Carefully, as the lower, new pair of breasts matched up to my “normal” pair, I stood, though I was much shakier than usual. Even though all the weight was on my chest, it was as if they were trying to pull me back and forth, tugging me off-balance and to the side, even though I should have been more than comfortable, kind of. Everything was evening out, but I just didn’t have the muscle in my back to hold them.

Maybe…just maybe…that was part of the experience too. All four breasts ended up the same and I faintly tried to poke the escaping nipple back into my shirt, but that only made more flesh bulge out through the rip I’d made. The awkwardness to my movement, how I was overly aware of the new weight on my chest, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and a smile tugged at my lips, even though I had fantasised about similar. Well, I’d fantasised about even more extreme transformations than that, but it was a start.

I just had not anticipated the squeeze and push of my skin too, that odd sensation of stretching and pulling. Liam whispered to Devon as I sheepishly locked eyes with Devon again, the guy who’d given me the transformation, though it didn’t look like things were going to get better for me at that point, no.

“Well, well, well, it seems that our first transformation of escort is a hit,” the succubus said, skilfully moving things along — for she had a few transformations to get through, of course. “How do you feel about your new breasts, Gale?”

Her eyes glittered as if she already knew exactly what it was that I felt, though I still smiled vaguely and shook my head. It would be silly to give too much away, even though I thought it may have been a little too late for that. Maybe they would have thought my moans were of pain or something? It was plausible, especially if people didn’t even think it was possible to be turned on by transformations like that? But it was hard to see them as anything other than arousing when my nipples were so sensitive — so much so that I couldn’t even bear to touch it to cover up the exposed one and my modesty. The pink flesh wobbled in front of my body, drawing the eye, and I hazily strove to hold my hand in front of it without touching it. It was the only touch of modesty I had left and, even then, I felt it slipping through my fingers.

Oh… If only I’d known how little that modesty was going to matter to me going forward.

It just wasn’t something worth worrying about, no, not in the long run.

“Uh… Yeah… I didn’t think… Ow…” I groaned and tried to look abashed, though still didn’t think I was doing all that good a job with it. “This whole thing… It’s crazy… Ugh… And so uncomfortable.”

That would have to do it and my whiskers quivered as I put on the saddest expression I possibly could, letting out a muffled moan. Yet that moan was from my breasts rubbing and teasing against my shirt, another stitch popping under my right arm, straining increasingly. Even after the transformation was done and complete, my body tried to find a way to simply make space for itself when I was still wearing a shirt.

“Ugh, yeah, fine.” Liam cut in, tapping his foot. “Devon, you said she’d squirm with that, seriously?”

Devon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well… Yeah, I didn’t think she’d…you know…” He made a face and brought up his hands, making “air quotes” with his fingers. “Actually…enjoy it, you know…”

Liam, however, stepped up to take the succubus’ attention.

“Alright! Do I get to curse someone now?”

The succubus nodded slowly.

“Mmm, an eager one is always encouraged. Well then, young one: tell me what curse you would like placed on someone here.”

The succubus hovered, her tail twitching back and forth, though I held my breath, waiting. Who was going to get the next curse? My breasts tingled, my clothes, where they cut in, interfering with the circulation. Even that was annoying…but inviting too.

Liam grinned.

“Alright, well, the cat liked her new tits too much, I reckon,” he pressed on, brash in the moment. “Soooooo… Let’s see Gale’s nipples, all four of them transformed into…ah…um… What’s gross? Uh… Horse dicks! Make her nipples all horse dicks — oh, and with huge balls too! All swinging and heavy and gross!”

My heart surged, but they were not to know that I liked that very much, that it was something I wanted to know more of, taking a breath that, somehow, got stuck on the inhale in my throat. I tried to look afraid at the notion — and, to be fair, I was a little nervous — but I couldn’t pull it off as my whiskers quivered and my tail lashed.

“So…” The succubus proclaimed. “It shall be done! One more transformation for the feline, Gale!”

She pointed a finger at me and I stiffened, not even trying to dodge the zig-zag beam of yellow light as it flashed between her finger and me. The magic sank into me, but it felt different that time — and I knew a little more of what to expect, even as I anxiously shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

My tail gave me away too as mutterings and rumblings went through the other contestants and I wondered, faintly, just how much of myself I was showing to them, even though my lust and fetish for transformations was not something I had ever wanted to bring to the forefront of my normal, everyday life. If that was truly the case, however, perhaps I should not have entered the transformation games in the first place.

But it was too late for that and I wanted to see exactly how far things could go. Even the succubus had mentioned something about some contestants being incapacitated to the point that they stayed there. Those had to be permanent transformations… And what would that mean if that ended up happening to me too?

It was almost too much to think about and it was good that the tingling pulse of magic settling into my nipples took my attention away from that. I stumbled, my body aching with a dull, throbbing pound, but I had to hold myself together, one way or another, had to remember there were cameras on me, even if I didn’t know where the footage from those cameras would end up.

It probably wasn’t for me to worry about as I tipped forward, holding on to the wooden board of the obstacle for support and leaning heavily into it. My nipples pulsed and tickled, pushing out slowly as my skin stretched to accommodate the magic pouring into me. A fruity taste rose in the back of my mouth, though I hadn’t realised before that magic could have a flavour too.

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College

On that rare occasion when I wasn’t peeling off my slutty neighbour’s jodhpurs and slamming myself into her from behind, or imagining her dark puffy nipple between my tooth and tongue, it glanced through my mind that Geoff, my best friend, was socially awkward around women. In fact, it really wouldn’t have surprised me to learn that he was a forty-something years old virgin. How wrong I was! Geoff was like a dog with two knobs. That artful sod knew exactly what to do. It’s funny how you can know someone for years yet not know them at all.

I thought that Erica, my neighbour with her brown eyes, full lips and blonde hair, was a bit straight-laced too. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the surprise she gave Geoff and I one afternoon a few weeks ago.

I think Geoff was talking about his prize carrots at the communal allotment and bull-shitting about someone’s wife he’d claimed to have shagged. I was trying not to laugh or tell him to ‘Fuck off’ with his old wive’s tales. I was getting quite restless when there was a forceful knock at my front door. I looked to Geoff in surprise then leapt to my feet. I bounded off to see who it was as Geoff followed close behind.

I nearly fell over as I opened my front nazilli escort door. I didn’t expect this. I wasn’t expecting anything. Standing there, was the gorgeous Erica in a deep red glossy PVC trench-coat that swept past her knees. She was rocking back on her patent white heel. My jaw must have dropped as she brushed past my burgeoning erection. She pulled at Geoff’s elbow as she walked to my living room.

I looked to Geoff in a puzzled state and he was wide-eyed as he oogled the blonde. Erica had her blonde hair tied up in a sultry ponytail. Her full lips gleamed bright red. She rocked her hips like a stripper in front of us. I could feel my jeans straining. Erica undid her plastic belt as she danced. Her deep brown eyes were full of mischief. Her coat slipped off her smooth shoulders to reveal…well, fuck all.

I say nothing but that wasn’t quite right. I mean Erica was totally naked apart from her white stilettos and her white plastic panties. Being a connoisseur of kink, I could see she hadn’t been wearing her knickers long because they were still crisp and not yet warmed to her body heat. Her large, dark nipples looked sublime – better than the picture imagined as I’d nevşehir escort countlessly wanked – against the fullness of her rounded tits.

Erica beckoned as she dropped to her knees. Geoff soon had one of her dark teats in his mouth. He had certainly regressed in those few short minutes as he purred and sucked with pleasure. I wasted no time in taking the sexy blonde’s other tit in my hungry mouth. I’d fantasised about her so often.

Erica made deep sounds of pleasure as she unbuckled Geoff’s belt. She soon had him wriggling out of his trousers. I couldn’t believe it. Geoff could only have been wearing his Wife’s pink PVC thong. The little deviant! How had he kept his kink hidden for all these years? It’s not really the hottest topic between two men. She pulled his fat cock out and guided him between her outstretched legs. Her kinky, PVC gusset would soon stick to her excited sex beneath.

Geoff licked and ran his lips over her panties as he cupped her bum cheek. I stroked her belly and pulled on her nipple between my teeth. I could hear her plastic ruffle under Geoff’s eager tongue. A dark shape was appearing between Erica’s legs as the hot plastic stuck to her pussy.

All niğde escort I could think about was pulling her knickers aside and taking her from behind. How I wanted to fill her with my hot straining girth whilst Geoff watched me fuck her like a dog.

Geoff spunked. Erica soon took his cream as he collapsed breathless. I could see that she wanted more as she turned on her knees. Her white plastic bikini panties had been pulled up to her pierced belly button. I could see they’d ridden up between her bum cheeks.

I soon peeled her kinky white plastic knickers from her hot skin. They peeled off her bum as she toyed with me.

“Take me up the arse, Geoff,” she purred.

He soon cupped her fat tits from behind as his sticky dick entered her naughty hole. I almost ripped her wet gusset as I eased myself into her wet pussy. How I fucked her faster than a handful of lustful wanks. My balls slapped against her and Geoff as my stomach tightened. I think he shot his load first. She bucked and cum as my balls readied to pop. I thrust over their amorous wetness. Both of them had climaxed and I wanted to put the icing on the cake. I grunted and filled her sopping hole full of creamy goodness.

Erica was sodden as she kissed Geoff and me whilst collecting her coat. My views of them both had completely changed. Later that night, as I wanked in my plastic alone, I spunked at that day’s revelations. Since then, I’ve seen Erica a few times and Geoff can’t stay away.

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I was at my neighborhood bar one evening with a couple of my neighbors. The TV was on as usual, but we weren’t really paying any attention to what was on. No game was on that evening, so the bartender had some movie playing.

Right in the middle of my conversation with my neighbor Jim, my other neighbor George, called our attention to the movie. We looked up at the TV, to see a guy licking a woman’s bare feet.

Jim said, “What the hell is that guy doing? Is he crazy? That’s disgusting! They couldn’t pay me enough to do that! It’s totally weird. Why do they make up stuff like that to put in movies? Maybe shock value, to bring in more money, I guess.”

George said, “I don’t know about that, Jim. You are pretty straight laced and what is known as ‘Vanilla’, mainly due to your strict religious upbringing, but there are a lot of different fetishes out there that a lot of people have, and participate in. Any reason to suppose foot worship isn’t just one of the many possibilities.”

“Well, if that’s true, then as far as I’m concerned, ‘No thank you’! What about you, Chris? What do you think about all that?”

I was transfixed by what I was seeing on the screen. Jim had to repeat the question.

I said that I never really heard of foot worship before, although I knew there were a lot of fetishes and fetishist people practicing a somewhat different lifestyle. I said that, as far as I was concerned, It was live, and let live.

The conversation would have gone on a bit longer, but the bartender yelled ‘Last Call’! which hastened us to finish our drinks, and head home. Outside the bar, we said goodnight, and went our own way home.

When I got home, I got to thinking about what we saw in the movie, and our discussion about it, which made me very curious. I was surprised to find myself a bit intrigued about what I saw, so I went on the internet to see if this ‘foot worship’ fetish was indeed a real thing.

To my surprise, the internet revealed numerous sites about foot fetish and the foot worship fetish! There were even sub-categories. Everything including: socks, stockings, boots, shoes, and strictly bare feet.

I clicked on the ones talking about the bare feet only fetish, and barefoot worshiping. Some of the sites indicated there were some women who practiced barefoot worship, requiring the worshiper, whether man or woman, must be barefoot as well, since it was also part of their kink which was a turn on for them.

The more I read about it, the more intrigued I became. Looking at the photos on various sites seeing guys worshiping women’s feet, and even women worshiping women’s feet got me hard.

This really surprised me! I had no idea this would turn me on, but, no denying it, I was rock hard, and wanting more! But, it was late, and I had work tomorrow, so I put a pin in it, and went to bed.

I couldn’t wait for the work day to be over, so I could get home and research the bare feet and foot worship life style. After dinner I got on the internet, and pulled up the foot fetish sites. It wasn’t long before I was rock hard again looking at the photos, and imagining myself there with them. What was happening to me? I was never into any of these things before; actually, never knew all these lifestyles even existed!

I got so into these sites that I decided I had to make contact with someone in that lifestyle!

So, I searched a bit further, and found some people that I could email, and start chatting with, and develop an acquaintance and possibly a friendship.

A number of possibilities presented themselves, so I emailed five of what I considered the most promising of the lot, wondering if I would even get a response.

To my surprise, I start getting replies within ten minutes. Within a half hour, I had all five replies. It turned out, one of the replies was a guy, so that went in the trash bin, but the other four were women. I picked one I felt was the best one, and typed a reply, but I hesitated before clicking ‘send’. I was nervous, despite being strangely excited! What the hell am I doing, I wondered!

After two minutes of waffling, I thought, ‘what the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound’, and clicked send.

The reply came back almost immediately! She must have been looking at her screen to see if I was going to email her. I had set up a gmail account so my real account wasn’t involved in any of this.

“Hello, Barefoot Slave! I love your email name. So, are you new to this lifestyle, or have you been participating in it for a while now?”

I sent back that I was very new, and haven’t had any experiences with it as yet. Just that I was mainly curious.

She sent me her phone number. I was to call if really interested, and we could talk about all that the lifestyle involved. She said her name was Victoria, and she sent a photo of herself along with it.

She was beautiful! If nothing else, I had to meet her in person, even if the foot worshiping didn’t pan out. I just had to meet her!

I called muğla escort her, and we spoke for a half hour, getting acquainted. She filled me in a little bit on what the lifestyle was like for the worshiper and the one whose feet were being worshiped. She gave me her address, which wasn’t far, and told me to come over tomorrow night, then we could get better acquainted, and talk further about this lifestyle I was nervously contemplating.

It was Friday night, which meant John, George, and I usually met up at our local bar. I was a little late because of the phone call with Victoria. They were in the middle of arguing about our local sports team. When they spotted me, I got dragged into the argument. After ten minutes, we called it a draw, and got talking about movies we liked.

George said, “Hey, do you guys remember that movie we saw last week here on the TV? What was that called?”

Neither John nor I could remember. I was about to change the subject, hoping they wouldn’t remember the foot worship scene. No such luck.

George suddenly laughed, said, “Oh! I remember now! I still can’t remember the movie name, but we saw that guy licking the woman’s feet! Remember?”

“Oh yeah, now I remember! We talked about that scene, and if that sort of thing was really that commonly practiced. Remember Chris? You didn’t seem to believe that lifestyle was a real thing!”

I was always a bad liar, and was worse trying to keep my feelings from showing. I said that I remembered the movie, but still didn’t believe any of it as real. The looks they gave me told me they didn’t really believe me, but they didn’t pursue it.

We went on to other topics until last call, and made our way home. I was a little concerned the guys might think that I was checking out the foot worship lifestyle. I would be totally embarrassed, and those two clowns would never let me live it down.

I decided to put a pin in it for now, and sat down with a beer before going to bed. I kept thinking about tomorrow night, meeting Victoria, which kept me tossing and turning most of the night.

Saturday morning came at last. I showered, shaved, dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. Afterward, I went through my email messages, (my private email) of course. After I finished up, I called Victoria to see when she wanted me at her home. She said to make it for 7 o’clock. We talked for a little, I said I couldn’t wait to meet her in person, and, saying goodbye, I hung up the phone.

The day just seemed to drag, until it was time to leave for Victoria’s home. When I arrived, I just stood on the step and stared at the doorbell. What was I doing?! A couple of more minutes passed, then I took a deep breath and pushed the button.

Victoria opened the door and ushered me inside. She led me to the living room and motioned to a chair next to the couch.

“Sit down, and remove your shoes and socks, slave.”

Slave? What was going on here? She stood over me waiting.

“Uh, I-I didn’t commit to this. At least not yet, Victoria. I’m still trying to get my head around all this!”

“I know you haven’t committed to the lifestyle yet. But as we discussed on the phone, I am a Dominatrix who demands that those who worship my feet must also be in bare feet. And, those who worship my feet are referred to as ‘slave’.

Now not only is it up to you to accept me as your Dominatrix, it is also my decision to accept you as my slave, or not.

Calling you slave now is just to give you a taste of what is like being called ‘slave’. And, I told you to remove your shoes and socks, so I can examine your feet. I want to have a slave whose feet turn me on as much as my feet turn my slave on. So, do as I say, and remove your shoes and socks, NOW! And you will address me as Mistress, or Miss Victoria! Is that clear slave?”

Her sudden tone of voice left no doubt as to was in charge here. I yanked my shoes, then my socks off as fast as I could!

“Y-Yes Miss Victoria! Sorry, I’m still trying to get my feet wet, as it were.”

She laughed, said, “Get your feet wet! That’s very good! We may literally work that into a session some time.”

She looked my feet over very carefully, then gave me a long hard look. She went to the couch, and sat down.

“I have accepted you as my foot slave. You have very nice feet for a man. So many men have horrible feet!”

I started to put my socks and shoes back on, but was stopped in my tracks by her very commanding voice.

“What do you think you are doing, slave?! Put those socks down! Even if you haven’t yet committed to being my foot slave, you are still required to remain in bare feet when in my presence! Now come over here on your knees, and remove my shoes. If you like what you see, well and good. If not, then we are finished. Continue.”

“Yes, Miss Victoria. I am sure I will love what I see when I remove your shoes.”

And I wasn’t wrong! She asked if I liked what I was seeing, to which I replied that I loved what I muratpaşa escort was seeing before my eyes! They were as beautiful as she was!

“Okay. Now, if you are ready to commit, lick the soles of my feet and beg to be my slave. Otherwise, you can get up, take your shoes and socks and leave. But you must be barefoot until you leave the house. That will conclude the relationship.

Now, CHOOSE SLAVE!”

OMG!!! I thought we would have a couple of meetings and discuss the foot worship lifestyle before I was going to be asked to make the big decision! Miss Victoria was staring at me with an expectant look on her face. What to do, what to do???

Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound! I decided in for a pound, and I took both of Mistress’ feet in my hands and licked both of them from the heels up to and including each of her toes! I even licked in-between everyone of her toes! Even her ankles! It was done! I was now really in the foot worshiping lifestyle, and I just became Miss Victoria’s slave!

“Slave! And you really are my slave, now! You have not only licked the soles of my feet, but also my heels, and my toes, including in-between my toes! Then finished up licking my ankles! You are the penultimate foot fetishist and slave.

You really had no idea, did you slave?”

“No, Miss Victoria, I really didn’t. I really love your feet, and I need to be at your feet as much as possible.”

I was so hard and horny, I thought I was going to cum right then and there. My new Mistress noticed this also. She told me I had to beg permission to cum. She explained the rules I was now bound to. If I broke any rule, I was to be manacled and shackled and subjected to whatever torture Mistress wished to put me through. The very thought scared the hell out of me, but I was in it now. There was no turning back.

Mistress showed me a tape of me worshiping her feet like the subjugated slave I had just become! If I tried to get out of being her foot slave, she would put this session on the internet complete with my name, address, and phone number for all to see!

I was Screwed! But in a strange way, I didn’t mind it. Oddly enough, the thought of being Miss Victoria’s absolute and total slave, completely under her control, excited me even more than before! What the hell was happening to me?

“Okay slave, lie down on your back, so I can rest my feet on your face.”

“Yes Mistress! With pleasure!” I couldn’t get into position fast enough! I wanted, no, I needed those beautiful feet on me! God! I really was totally hers!

“Close your eyes, and lift your head a bit for me.”

I did as requested, even though it was a little difficult with her feet on me, but I managed it. I felt something cold surround my neck, then heard a distinct ‘click’. I was told to lower my head back down and open my eyes.

I felt around my neck, and was surprised to find I was locked in a neck collar!

“Now that you are my slave, I require you to wear a slave collar.

Now, you will buy a burner phone to be used only between us. Carry it at all times! From now on, when I call for you to come to my feet, you will enter from my garage. I will tell you the code for the door, and you memorize it. Make sure you do not forget it! If you do, and I have to out to get you, punishment will follow.

When you come in to the garage, you will close the door, then you will remove your shoes, socks and any other footwear you may be sporting. You will take the slave collar that you are now experiencing, and put it on. It locks automatically.

You will then open the door to the house, and ask to be permitted to enter. When permission is given, you will then step in, fall to you knees and crawl over to my feet and beg permission to worship them! Is this understood, slave?”

I mumbled ‘Yes, Mistress, as best as I could with her feet still on my mouth and face. I was commanded to remain in that position for an hour or so, which suited me just fine. I was loving it! Within the last couple of hours, I had become a raging barefoot fetishist! A couple of weeks ago, I would never have believed it!

When Mistress removed her feet, she gave permission for me to stand. I knew enough to wait for it, even though I was still new at being a slave. As a slave, it is definitely good to learn fast, as punishments can come swiftly and harshly.

Mistress took a key and unlocked what was now my slave collar, and gave me permission to leave and go home.

“You will crawl out on all fours slave. You may use the front door this one time, as that was how you entered my house, as a free man, but now you leave as my lowly, pathetic foot slave! And, make sure you do not put your socks and shoes on until you close the door behind you.”

“Yes, Mistress, but what if someone sees me putting my socks and shoes on while I’m sitting on your step? Wouldn’t they wonder why I came out in bare feet?”

“No concern of mine. The neighbors know I’m into different kinds of things, muş escort and they are content to mind their own business. Now leave, and call or email me your new burner phone number when you get it.

Meanwhile, I require you back here at noon tomorrow. Do not be late, and do not think to abandon this relationship. Remember the video. I will post it immediately if you go back on your obligation to serve me when you have been summoned, slave!”

“Yes, Miss Victoria. I will be here tomorrow at noon as you have commanded.”

I crawled out to the step in my bare feet, and then when I got the door closed, I was able to sit on the step, and finally put my socks and shoes back on.

On the drive back home, I started quaking with fear at my situation! I was now just as much a slave than if I was bound in chains! I was in deep shit! I couldn’t let anyone know about my situation; finding out would loose any friends I had, plus the embarrassment of everybody knowing, friends, family, and maybe cost me my job.

Yet, with all of that, looking back to the last few hours, got me excited all over again, and as hard as I had ever been in my life! Even though I was frightened as to what my life had just become, I still was as happy as I could ever remember!

Victoria, ‘I could think her name as long as I never said it out loud’, was definitely not a girl friend, or would she ever be. She was a Dominatrix who had no interest in me other that having me worship her feet as her own personal barefoot slave. She even indicated that if I drew a punishment from her, I would be locked in manacles and shackles while she administered whatever punishment she saw fit, making me

just a bondage slave locked, chained in bare feet, totally at her mercy! And with that thought in my head, the bulge in my pants grew even bigger! What was going on with me!?

After I returned home, I got ready to go to bed, even though it was still early. Rethinking all those thoughts on the drive home, including the possibility of being manacled and shackled in bare feet, undergoing Mistress’ torture, got me so excited, I had a raging orgasm! I had to change my pajamas, they were so wet!

My God! What has happened to me? Was this always lying beneath my physical and emotional make up? After changing, I got in bed thinking about tomorrow. What was I in for? I fell asleep thinking about all of it. My new life! Oh, God!

The next thing I knew, it was Sunday morning. I hopped out of bed, showered, shaved, dressed, and got breakfast. I went out early to buy the burner phone Mistress commanded me to get. I avoided running into anyone I knew, because I was sure they would know something was up with me. As stated before, I have a face that gives everything away when I have a secret I don’t want revealed. And, BOY, this is something I don’t want revealed!

I arrived at Miss Victoria’s garage at 11:50. I had memorized the garage code and entered it. Thank God I remembered it correctly! Once inside, I closed the door, removed my shoes and socks, and snapped my slave collar around my neck as instructed. It locked automatically, which caused a stirring in me, knowing that I could not get it off without Mistress using her key. I then knocked on the door to the house and opened it.

“Mistress, may I enter your house, please?”

“Enter slave! You are just in time. Lateness brings punishment, so be mindful in future!”

“Yes, Mistress! I will not forget!”

I entered, closed the door, got down on all fours, and crawled over to her feet which were already bare. God, how I love those feet!

“Mistress, may I please worship your beautiful feet? They are so beautiful!”

“In a while, slave. Did you by chance get your burner phone yet?”

“Yes, Mistress! I got it this morning. I didn’t want to make you wait to be able to summon me to your feet! But, Mistress, I have a job that I need to go to Monday through Friday. If I miss many days, or leave in the middle of the day, I would lose my job”

I told her the number, (I had it memorized).

“Okay slave. I won’t summon you other than Saturday or Sunday. I’ll need a list of holidays that you are off work. Also, how many weeks vacation you get, and when you want to take it.”

“I’ll have all the information you want next time I am summoned to your feet, Mistress.”

I was give permission to kiss, lick and worship Miss Victoria’s feet, and I started in with gusto, happy to be performing my duty as her foot slave.

The day was long, which was fine with me. Mistress kept me at her feet for over an hour. Then, she had lie on the floor so I could happily have her marvelous feet on my face, just as we did before. I was getting tired, but I didn’t care. I was having the time of my life, even if I was nothing more than her prisoner as well as her slave. I spent hours rock hard. I couldn’t believe I didn’t cum, but that would have brought punishment. Perhaps that was the reason I was able to control it.

At nine o’ clock, Mistress gave me permission to leave. She unlocked and removed my slave collar and told me to put it where I found it coming in. I thanked her, and left the same way I came in.

When I got home, I had an email waiting for me on the what I called, my slave account.

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Six quick months had rushed by since the faithful Halloween where Jan had revealed the wilder side of herself. It seemed, to me, to have always been bubbling beneath the surface. The events of that night changed our relationship, but at the same time didn’t change anything at all. Not knowing it was even possible, we were more expressive to each other, more open. Not to mention, the sex was far more adventurous. But everything else was as it had been.

In the middle of April, we decided that a well needed break was in order. Work had been stressful for both of us, and it had been nearly a year since we had gone on holiday. We had our list of dream places we wanted to visit, both near and far. While browsing one day after work, I discovered cheap flights to Japan. The Asian country was the number one destination of culture, history, food and downright weirdness that had occupied our mutual “Top 3” lists of destinations for years and years.

Shouting out to Jan, I had already started the booking process for the flights. When she eventually sauntered in to see what all the fuss was about her face went from tired to excited.

‘OMG. TIGER. YES. DO IT. ‘

She quickly left the room again while shouting over her shoulder.

‘I’m just going to put in the request for leave.’

Requesting leave was something I didn’t have to worry about as I was self-employed. I did the last few details and made sure all the dates were correct. With a click of my mouse, it was done. Two and a half weeks in Japan were just around the corner. I could hear Jan pacing, as she was on the phone to her boss, in the other room followed by a loud,

‘WOOOO’.

That evening after I made us a light salad and cracked open a bottle of wine. Jan popped her feet on my legs and sighed.

‘Thank you for booking this trip on a whim. Work has been stressing me out and I can’t wait to get away with you. Think about all the fun we are going to have.’

I chuckled a “You’re welcome” and started massaging her calves and tops of her feet. She soon had her eyes closed and was enjoying the sensation.

‘You know. Maybe we can find some more costume or outfit shops in Japan while we’re there. We’re due something new.’

Jan said this so casually midyat escort it made me smirk.

‘Oh yeah? It sounds like you have something already in mind,’ I asked.

‘Well… Maybe. We’ll see.’

She was being coy which meant that she was up to mischief. She downed the last of her wine that was in her glass and pushed me so I was lying on my back.

‘Hang on. I changed my mind. I want you on the floor instead,’ she guided.

I scooted off the couch and laid down on the floor. Jan wiggled out of her jeans while I lay there looking up at her. Her black lacy boyshorts soon followed. I waited in anticipation as she perched herself between the couch and coffee table and lowered her glistening pussy to my face. I tried to get my tongue to her but she stopped short.

‘Easy tiger. Wouldn’t want me to think you are too eager.’

I groaned at this which made her cackle. In a heartbeat, I was being smothered. My tongue crept out and found its way between her folds, which tasted like heaven. Jan had really wanted this as she didn’t last long. This was good, because even though she allowed me some air regularly I was getting tired despite really enjoying myself. I could feel her legs tensing more and more as I lapped away like a dog at a water bowl. Suddenly my mouth and face were drenched as Jan squirted when a leg-trembling orgasm rolled over her. She cried out.

‘SWEET. JESUS.’

She sat back on my chest while catching her breath and I caught mine. It had been a long time since Jan squirted on my cock, let alone my face. Thinking back as I caught by breath, it would have been when we first started dating in college that it had happened. Something that happened when Jan was at her most aroused.

‘Glad I could have been of service,’ I smiled.

‘Good boy,’ gasped Jan. ‘Very good boy.’

Since our eventful Halloween night, I became her “boy” whenever we had sex or I was ordered to please her. Sometimes, however, she would allude to when I was dressed as her “Little Bo Peep” and tease that I should be her good “girl” again. This was usually while I was bent over and being spanked by her soft hands or she had her harness pressed up against me while her black dildo attached to it was buried milas escort inside of me. That night had awoken something in both of us that we never knew we had but realised we both craved.

I was rock hard as she sat composing herself. I had an air of expectancy that I was going to have my own fun. Jan sensed this too but being an almighty tease reached back and grabbed my testicles and gave them a firm squeeze.

‘Oh no you don’t,’ She exclaimed. ‘Do you think you’re going to have me please you so easily?’

Groaning in frustration I knew she was going to tease me some more. Her hand continued to play with me while I could feel myself getting harder.

‘Please.’ I whimpered. ‘Ppplease..touch me properly.’

‘I don’t think I heard that,’ she queried. ‘It sounded as though my “good boy” wasn’t being very good at all.’

I squirmed under her. My arms were trapped by my side as her free hand undid my belt.

‘Lift your hips,’ she ordered.

This wasn’t polite conversation; it was a command. I did as I was told, bracing myself on my forearms. Slowly, she inched my jeans down slightly. My hard cock tenting the fabric of my already-tight boxer briefs. Her palm resumed the torture of rubbing me through my boxers now, shooting bolts of pleasure into my groin with each pass. My breathing became shallow and rapid as I felt precum soaking the front of my boxers. She could feel me tense up ever so slightly under her hand. In just a few short seconds I could tell I was going over the edge and braced myself for it to explode out of me. I tried to hold back but it was no use.

‘Oh no,’ I muttered.

Fresh tremors shook through me as I poured thick strands of cum into my boxers. Jan had stopped touching me at this point and when I eventually opened my eyes she was looking down at me with disapproving eyes. Sighing, she leant down to my ear and gave it a little flick with her tongue. ‘Shame. I was planning on giving you a blowjob. But it looks like that is out of the question now. Ruined. Just like your boxers.’

Leaning back again, she slowly slid her hand beneath my waistband and softly began to caress me. After a few moments of gentle exploration, she withdrew her hand and looked into my eyes with mudurnu escort a stern expression.

‘Now you will learn what happens to the “bad boys” who don’t learn to control themselves,’ she whispered.

She then brought her fingers to my mouth and commanded in a low voice, ‘Clean my hand.’

Having never done this before I was a little bit in shock but found my mouth instinctively opening and being filled right away by her fingers. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but still unexpected. I could also taste the last of her juices at the sides of my mouth as I cleaned her hands.

‘That’s.. that’s a great sight,’ she panted.

With that, she got up and told me to go shower before bed. I took a moment before following her upstairs and into the bathroom. In the shower I let my mind wander about the last few months and how comfortable I was with Jan taking control. How much my love for her somehow grew with each passing moment. Although she was taking control I felt that love back. Never once did I feel unsafe or worried about what might happen. Just comfortable.

Snapping out of my head I heard Jan coming into the bathroom and telling me she had placed some fresh clothes outside.

Finishing up I came out and started to towel off. In the corner, on a little stool, was my PJ shorts and a T-shirt. But, resting atop them was a pair of lacy boy shorts with delicate lace trim and floral pattern.

I gasped as I noticed them and called out, ‘Um– Jan? Was this intentional?’

‘Of course,’ came her reply.

I hesitated for just a moment. Was I ready to delve into the perverted world that Jan had ignited for us even further? I picked them up and enjoyed the feeling of them before slipping the panties on followed by my PJs. I wondered to myself why I hesitated in the first place. With every movement, the lace grazed against my skin and sent sparks of pleasure through me. After brushing my teeth I came out and told Jan the bathroom was free, but all I could think about were those soft, teasing panties that had awakened something inside me.

‘No need,’ she replied. ‘I used the guest room bathroom.’

I hopped into bed and Jan embraced me. Her hand snanked to my ass as she could feel the panties through my shorts. I smiled and returned the hug, also feeling the panties against my skin as we both drifted off towards sleep. In a soft voice Jan said, ‘I can’t wait to go to Japan and have more adventures.’

This was the last thing I heard before falling asleep deeply.

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