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I had known Kathy for a little over a year and a half, we worked at the same company. She worked on the line, I was in Material Planning, and we were both in our early 20s. You know, still young enough to not know what you don’t know about relationships, but big on the raging hormone front. Kathy was one of those girls that everyone wanted to know, but few had the chance. She was, as they say, smoking fucking hot. Dark brown hair, slender, with breasts that were natural and sized perfectly for her frame, more than a handful shall we say. She had a pretty face, nice smile, and dressed very well all of the time.

During this time, she and I had gotten to know each other and had become friends, just friends. That was until she and her boyfriend had parted ways. Our friendship then took on a different aspect and we began seeing each other regularly. As with folks generally in their 20s and dating, we could not get enough of each other and sex was one of those things constantly on our minds. Everything between us was, you could say, conventional though. We enjoyed the standard fare of sexual positions for our age and did enjoy pleasuring each other orally. The bonus of that was she tasted absolutely incredible.

Anyway, that was the case up until about 3 months into our relationship. The weather had turned hot here in AZ and I had saved up enough to put a down payment on a small starter house with a pool. During the week, Kathy spent nights at her apartment, but Friday, and Saturday nights were generally spent at my house where we enjoyed each other and our sexual freedom.

Since it was early July, we usually went for a relaxing swim generally both Saturday and Sunday. We would have a few beers, hang around on floating lounge chairs and occasionally have friends over for a BBQ. The first couple of weeks in the pool together, we had stayed in our suits, except for the inevitable lure of our desires for each other that usually topped off the day’s poolside experience. She did love the outdoors and as it turns out, was just a bit of an exhibitionist as well, not really minding if any of our neighbors were out and about. She almost seemed to welcome getting caught, but then I digress.

Anyway, by the end of July, all the trips out to the pool were au natural. On the one hand this was great, seeing your smoking hot girlfriend in all of her natural beauty. On the downside, those nice tan lines that have always been a turn on for me no longer existed. A crying shame, but I guess I’ll have to endure it.

This particular Sunday started out as had the ones previously. About 1:00p we decided that a swim was in order and we headed off to the bedroom to get undressed. She pulled her tank top off leaving no doubt as to the firmness of her wonderful looking, well proportioned breasts. Next to depart her body were her shorts, Kathy laying them beside her top on the bed. With her panties still on, she heads to the bathroom and, as usual, partially closes the door. Enough to say stay out, but not enough taksim escort bayan to keep me from being taunted with the sounds of what was going on in there. I hear her lean her hand on the shower door as she pulls off her panties, then the sound of the lid hitting the tank of the toilet, then ah, the sweet sound of a woman peeing. I suppose it was only because the act of her or any woman peeing for that matter was such a mystery that it intrigued me so much. Someday I thought to myself, I will be bold enough to tell her I’d like to watch. Meanwhile, I needed to change what I was thinking about as I was already starting to get as hard as a rock.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to exit. As she did, she noticed my nearly hard dick standing at attention and walked over to face me, her body now completely naked and her panties in hand. She waves the panties past my face, brushing them up against it ever so softly and asks what got into you? Not wanting to embarrass myself by telling her that me listening to her pee was what sparked the hardness, I instead mumbled something about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

With that, she tossed he panties on her top and shorts, grabbed my dick stroking it a few short times, then straightening back up and turning to exit the bedroom. I’ll see you outside were the last words I heard as she walked down the hallway and ultimately out the patio door to the pool. What a tease I thought to myself as I now made my way to the bathroom. Knowing she was already outside and cooling off in the pool did little to reduce my hard dick enough to let the pee flow, but finally, slowly but surely, nature took its course and I was able to get relief.

On the way out, I stopped by the fridge and picked up a few beers and put them in a small lunch cooler with a bit of ice to keep them cold. As I looked out the window, Kathy laid there on the small air mattress, a can of beer already in her hand by her suntanned side. God what a sight.

I stepped out of the house and jumped into the pool, the waves bobbing her slowly up and down. I then took up a position next to her on the floating lounge chair. We exchanged a bit of small talk regarding the movie we had seen the night before, but mainly just hung out and relaxed, drinking our beer as we tried to escape the hot Arizona sun beating down on us.

After about half an hour, Kathy made her way to the cooler and popped the top on another beer asking me in the process if I wanted one too. Sure was the reply and in no time we were working on our second beer of the day. About 10 minutes and half way into the second beer, I rolled off the lounge chair and into the pool, slowly making my way up and down the pool for a few laps. Kathy remained on the air mattress. On the last lap, I decided to stop by and give her a kiss. She was in the deep end and obliged as I held onto the mattress for a long seductive kiss. When my hands started to wander, she quickly şişli escort bayan said not yet cowboy and pushed my head under the water. OK, so fine, not yet. At least it wasn’t no.

Kathy and I both finish our second beers and this time it is my turn to provide the third. I wade over to her with a fresh one and she takes it without hesitation. As she takes it however, she whispered the words that I will always remember and that changed my life from that point forward. As she took the beer, she sheepishly looked into my eyes and whispered I have to pee.

So you have to understand, up till now everything was conventional between us. We had great sex, and tried new positions, but private matters like going to the bathroom were private matters. All that to say, at first I thought nothing of it. I figured hell, she’d hop out, do a quick pat dry and go inside like she always had done, hopefully to return with more beers. But no, this time, still looking me in the eye, she says, no, I really have to pee, now. My next instinct is that she is looking for the OK to pee in the pool, no worries, who hasn’t before. For the second time now, I think not that much more of it other than how I wish I could watch then nod my OK, still thinking she wants to pee in the pool. Really she says back, and so yes, I reply, really, no worries, go ahead if you need to, it’s a big pool.

At that point she cracks a big smile and starts to walk toward the steps out of the pool. Hmm, that’s funny I think to myself, why is she getting out, I just told her to pee in the pool. I watch as she walks up the steps, the rivulets of water cascading off her golden brown and quite naked body. As she steps out, there is just a faint hint of white in the crack of her nice tight ass. So, I say, where are you going, I thought you had to pee. Yes silly she says, but I want to go out here and I want you to watch. Huh, I think silently to myself. “I want to go out here and I want you to watch”, holy shit, are you kidding me. What is up with that. I come out of my hormone induced stupor when she continues, I know you listen when I pee, and I know you are curious so I wanted to give you something you’d enjoy.

She takes a few steps, turns and faces me standing still in disbelief in the shallow end as I look up at her gorgeous naked body. I see her bend slightly at the knees, arch her back ever so subtly, and then with both hands, take her fingers and move the sweet, tender lips of her labia away from each other, presumably to give me a better view. As I look up at the glorious site in front of me, she begins, slowly at first, to let a tiny bit of the clear nectar out of her body. I look at her in amazement, stunned by what is unfolding in front of me. At this point, everything is in slow motion, but very quickly, the small spurts turn into a full on tight stream, hitting the cool deck between us. This can’t be happening I think to myself as spray splashes me in the chest. Seeing the big shit eating pendik escort bayan grin on my face, she proceeds to aim her stream moving it across the cool deck, and directly onto my stomach and chest. It is incredibly warm, even hot on my skin by comparison to the water in the pool where I am standing. I am hard as a rock and loving it as all too quickly, her incredible stream starts to wane and finally die at the base of her feet.

So, she inquires, was that as good for you as it was for me? Are you fucking kidding me Kathy, way better I quickly respond and say thank you. Excellent and THAT is how you pee in a pool she quips back as she walks to the edge, through the puddle of pee and jumps in.

I knew you’d like that she says to me when she comes out from under the water. Where, how, when, huh are all my mumblings as she walks toward me. Well now you know she says to me. Now you know I can pee like a guy, and that I have this thing about peeing, I love it and the freedom that goes along with it. I was afraid you might be turned off so I wanted to wait till the right moment to test you to see if it was going to be all right, or, if you’d think I was some sort of sick fuck. I tried to test you with the bathroom door, but guess that didn’t work too well as you never came in even though I left it open a crack for you to. And here I’d thought all along that you didn’t want me to I fired back. I know you listened, several times by the door, but I was always curious why you didn’t pursue it she said. Oh well, now you really do know.

She continues to explain, I was introduced to the joys and freedom of peeing at college. A lot of times all the toilets in the dorms were in use, but the showers weren’t, so at first, I just peed in there while taking a shower. If you hold your legs closed and lather up nobody is the wiser It was a bit naughty, but at least for me was a bit of a turn on. That was till one day I thought I had been busted by a friend of mine. I was alone in the showers, had my legs apart since nobody was there, and had just commenced to peeing when she walked in and noticed. I stopped immediately of course but she just looked at me and asked why I quit. Well, I started, but she cut me off in mid sentence and just said that I should finish but that I was doing it all wrong.

Huh was my response and to that she said yep, at least do it right. If you do, it can come in handy for when you don’t want to sit on those nasty public toilet seats that everyone else has already peed on.

With that, she proceeded to take up a position in front of me, bend her knees and arch her back slightly, spread the lips of her labia with her fingers and send a well collected strong stream of hot pee right onto my feet. I was amazed and in awe of how well she could aim and right then and there knew I had to learn this trick. Meanwhile I just stood there and watched, taking it all in, enjoying the hell out of the feel of her pee on my feet and the sight of it leaving her gorgeous pussy. There, she said as the stream waned to a few last remaining drops of amber liquid, that is how it is done. From that point forward, I practiced till I got as good as you just witnessed. It really is a turn on for me to be able to do that for you so now, come here and kiss me and lets do something else fun.

To be continued

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You’ve been training for a while now and this morning I read an e-mail that told me to be ready when you come to get me at 9:00 p.m. and that I had better be ready when you show up. I expect to find you standing in your living room, waiting when I arrive. You tell me to where what you have left on my bed and nothing else. My first thought is how much I am looking forward to another opportunity to please you, my second thought is full of dread, because we’re going out and i am still frightened of being exposed in public. I know you know this, so I know you enjoy seeing me squirm at the idea.

When I get home, there’s just a black, silk slip on the bed, black heels and a long coat. On seeing this I know now that we’re going to a crowded restaurant and I will have to obey your every command, no mater how depraved or mortifying in public, risking the embarassment of strangers seeing what a whore I am for you. I shower, very carefully, because my clit is already hard with anticipation and I know I’m not meant to enjoy pleasure without your permission. I smooth my oil over my skin, so tat my skin is soft for you if you decide to honor me with your touch. I dress, go downstairs, in the slip and heels. Even though I am in my own living room, I feel very exposed, just standing and waiting, my pussy bare under the slip. I look at the clock see it’s 8:45 and know you’ll be here soon. My pussy swelling, getting wet with anticipation of your arrival. Time passes. You make me wait. At 9:15, I hear the door open. You walk over to me. Walking around me, checking me to see if I’m the presentable whore you expect me to be for you. Standing in front of me, your left hand on the back of my neck. You pull me into you, slide your tongue past my lips and kiss me deeply. My pussy aching, from the unexpected touch of your mouth on mine. I can feel my juices start to spread to my inner thighs. You must see my hips move because your kiss stops and I feel your right hand going slowly up my thighs, your fingers probing the folds of my pussy. Pulling your hand away quickly, you step back. The first words I hear since you arrive, “Present, you fucking impatient whore!” I drop to the flloor, bow my head, stretch my arms out in front of me, arch my back pushing my ass up as high as I can for you. “I don’t remember saying your cunt could be so wet you were dripping down your thighs, did I?”

” No, sir, I’m sorry Sir, but it felt so good to have your mouth on mine I couldn’t help it.”

“what a bad slut you are, and I thought your training was ggoing so well. You insult my abilities as your Master by not waiting for my permission to feel the pleasure you do.” You stand in front of me, leaning down, placing your hand in my face, i can smell myself on you. “Clean me bitch.”

“Thank you Sir.” I lick my juices from your fingers, sucking each one clean.

“Lift your slip up over your ass. Show me your ass you fucking bad slut.” I lift pull my slip back, exposing my ass and pussy to the cool air of the room. You walk around to the back of me. I hear you moving something around. I hear a loud smack and feel my ass and pussy lips sting, heat up. I cry out. “Don’t make another sound, you fucking disobediant whore, spanking you with my hand doesn’t work, I thought a nice solid paddle would be more persuassive. Be a good slut and take it for your Master, silently.” I hear another slap and another, and another. Five in all. My ass is on fire, tears in my eyes. I feel your hands rubbing my ass. What a good whore you are now, how it pleases me that you took your lesson in silence.” I feel you put something around my neck, smell the leather and realize it’s a collar. I think, how can I hide this in public? “Get up, we’re running late now and there are so many more lessons to learn tonight.” etiler escort I feel the unfamiliar pull of the collar as you pull me to my feet. I hear the chink of metal as you attach a leash to the collar, my shame growing at the thought of being in public as your cunt, your pet.

The leash is under my collar, and it’s night, but I am still mortified by the thought of anyone seeing me like this. You put me in the passenger side of the car and get in your self, keeping the leash in your lap.

As I go to sit in the seat, you yank the leash, “You’re not a lady, you’re my whore, my pet. Sit like my pet, bitch. Sit on your hands and knees until I decide what I want to do with you on our way to where we’re going” With my head lowered, I answer, “Yes Sir. Thank you for having me sit like a dog in your presence.” We drive in silence, my fear growing because I can still feel your displeasure. I want to please you and I know I haven’t.

We stop at a light on a street where there’s cars all around us. It’s a busy Saturday night and all I can think is if anyone looks over, they will see me sitting here, like a dog with a leather collar. You know I’m afraid of being seen like this, you say, “Consider yourself lucky I don’t have you sitting there naked with your ass up in the air like the fucking dog slut in heat you are. Your ass up and exposed for everyone to see what a bad fucking whore you are with your dripping pussy.” ” Thank you so much Sir.” I can’t help myself as I hear you degrade me with your words, I moan at the thought of what you have in store for me tonight. What lesson I will be made to endure tonight. My moan full of desire to please you, knowing if I do you may allow me to worship your ass, your balls, maybe even suck your cock taste your cum. “And now you’re moaning without permission, you fucking misbehaving cunt… you just can’t find any control, can you?”

“I’m sorry Sir, the thought of you teaching me, showing me the way, allowing me to please you took me over, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me.”

“You need to learn bitch, I don’t care what you’re feeling, You don’t moan without my permission, slut! You don’t touch yourself without my permission, slut! And you don’t EVER cum without my permission, slut!” “Please teach me Master. Please, I want to learn so badly, so I can please you.”

You take the leash and wrap it around the head rest of my seat, giving me some room to move, but not much. “I want you to put your arms behind you on the seat, and one foot on the floor and the other on your seat, I want that selfish cunt up and presented for me to see. Lift the slip up!” The fear crosses my face as I look around. “Oh, but Sir, everyone will see” “Are you actually arguing with me, you insolent bitch. I want them to see what a whore you are. How you spread your legs and lift your hips so your cunt is exposed for me. They can all see how I own you, you fucking dirty whore! Do it now and don’t say another fucking word!”

“Yes Sir. Thank you for correcting me, Sir.” I lift my hips high, arching my back, my pussy able to be seen by anyone that glances over. My eyes close, because I’m mortified. “Open your eyes for me, my slut. Look at me. Watch me.” We’re at another light. I look into your eyes. I’m not even thinking about the cars around us, all I can think about is the fact your face is moving closer to my pussy. I ache with the thought that you may honor me with your touch. I can’t believe that this is possible, I am over-joyed with the hope that maybe, just maybe you desire me enough to touch me. Looking at your face, your eyes never leaving mine, a slight smile on your face, your mouth inches above my glistening lips, you spit on my cunt. I feel your warm spit hit my clit and pendik escort slowly drip between my lips and slide down my ass cheeks.

“Did you think you had earned my touch, you stupid whore. That’s all your cunt deserves.” My pussy in agony, because I was a stupid cunt in thinking I was going to be touched by my Master. Such a stupid whore. “Thank you for spitting on my selfish cunt Sir.”

Now that your cunt is wet, and you’re so on edge, you need to learn the art of silence.” “Thank you Sir, please teach me.”Your right hand is free and you reach under my spread legs and open the glove compartment. I see you take out something wrapped in black velvet. You hand it to me and tell me to unwrap it. Inside the velvet is a huge, long, thick vibrator. “Get it wet with your juices, slut.” “yes Sir, Thank you Sir.” I rub it over my wet lips, getting it all slick and wet with my juices. “Lower your ass bitch, but keep your legs wide open for me.” As I lower my ass, I see you’ve removed your cock from your pants and you’re slowly stroking yourself as you drive and look over at me, whenever you can. “You want this bitch, don’t you.”

“Yes Sir, I want your cock so badly.”

“You do not deserve your Master’s cock. Put the vibrator I’ve given you in your mouth, let me see what a good cocksucker you are. Suck it like the good little whore you are.”

“Thank you Sir.” I obey, getting the vibrator wet, looking in your eye as I do.

“Stop! Your cunt’s so greedy. I want you to slide that whole thing in you, all the way SLOW… VERY SLOWLY and bitch… do not make one noise as you do… not a whimper.” “I won’t Sir, Thank you Sir.” I take the vibrator and slide it in me, so slowly. My pussy tightening around it as it goes deeper into me. It’s so thick, it hurts as it stretches me open wider. “All the way in slut! Once it’s in… do not move!” “i won’t move Sir, thank you, Sir.” I have it all the way in. So hard not to move, not to moan. We drive along like that for at least two minutes, you stroking your hard, beautiful cock the whole time, watching me. “Such a good girl, not a noise from you. Now turn it on!” I’m so afraid to, so afraid of what will come out of me. I switch the vibrator on, the car fills with the sound of it in me. Somehow I stay quiet, even as my juices drip down from my cunt and down my ass crack. “Look at how well behaved you can be when you try, my fucking cunt. Fuck yourself with it, now!” I start sliding this huge vibrator all the way out and in to my drenched pussy. “Faster bitch, I want to hear your juices as you ram your fucking cunt with that viibrator. Faster, harder bitch!! And don’t you make a sound. And don’t even think about coming.” That’s just too much for me and I start to moan as slam the vibrator faster and hard into my cunt, the juices splashing onto my thighs. I kow I’m in trouble, but I can’t stop. “You fucking unbeleivable, disobediant cunt! STOP RIGHT NOW!” I stop, the vibrator still humming deep inside of me. I go to remove it when you say. “Leave it in you bitch. You haven’t cum yet, have you… you’ve at least obeyed that command yes?” “Yes Sir, I have obeyed. I haven’t cum Sir” “Do not move, shut your fucking whore mouth and stay still!”

I feel you turning the car, pulling into the back lot of gas station. You park the car, get out and the next thing I know, you’re opening my door and unwrapping the leash from around my headrest. Yanking me out of the car by the leash, you tell me “Hold that inside of yourself cunt. Squeeze real tight and do not let that slip out! Get out of your slip. I don’t want it getting dirty for later on.” I see no one around, but we’re behind an open gas station, and I can here traffic driving by nearby. You pull me out by the leash. There I stand, taksim escort naked except for the heels, a collar and leash and a huge vibrator deep inside of me. “You may use one hand to hold that in while we walk, bitch.”

“Thank you, Sir” You walk me over to the side of a dumpster, yanking the leash as we go.

“Knees, bitch, except for your one hand. You will use your other hand and keep that toy where it is.” I drop to my knees, spread my legs, my chest and hips stretched out for you, my one arm behind my back. My other hand drenched and shaking as I hold the toy in me. “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir”. You stand in front of me, pulling the leash tight with one hand so my neck is stretched, my head up. Your other hand holding your cock, pointing it at my face. ” Do you want to be my piss slut bitch?”

“Oh yes Sir, please piss on me. May I please taste your piss Sir” I feel a hot jet of your piss spray me in the face, my mouth wide open and filling with your hot liquid. “That’s right whore, take it like the good little piss slut you are, open your mouth wider, drink my piss down” Sputtering through the flood of urine filling my mouth, I say, “Thank you Sir. Thank you for your piss Sir.” I feel you shoot your stream from my face to my cunt. I feel the full strength of your piss hit my clit. It almost sends me over the edge, but the stream slows. I’m covered in the hot shower you’ve just given me. I lick your piss from my chin. My nipples sticking out so hard from the hot piss and the cold air. My pussy throbbing with the need to come. You yank the leash and pull my face towards your hard cock, still dripping with your piss.

“Lick my piss from my cock, piss slut, and maybe I’ll let you be the good, little cocksucker you were with the vibrator” “Thank you Sir.” With long, slow licks I lick your cock clean of piss, wanting to suck you deep into my mouth, but waiting for you to tell me I can.

“Open your mouth wide whore!” Without a word, you slam your cock deep into my mouth, fast and hard, grabbing the back of my head and yanking the leash back and forth, fucking my wet mouth, my spit dripping down my chin and neck. You pull out holding your cock over my face, I feel you explode all over my face. A huge load covering my face, landing on my tongue stuck straight out, trying to get as much of your cum as I can. Using the head of your cock, you wipe the rest of your cum into my mouth. I feel it all slide over my tongue and down my throat. Your cock going in and out of my mouth as you have me suck you clean again.

You step back, look at me, my knees on the dirty ground, my legs spread. I’m covered in your cum and piss. You smile and say, “Look at you, you fucking slut. On your knees, by a dumpster. Covered in your master’s cum and piss. What a dirty whore you are.”

“Yes Master I am a dirty whore. Thank you Sir”

“You did take your lesson like a good whore and never made a sound. Fuck yourself with that vibrator. Let me see how badly you want my cock in you!”

“Thank you Sir” I start sliding the vibrator in and out, speeding up, slamming it deeper and harder into my cunt on the ground in front of you.

“Do you want to moan cunt?”

Begging I say “Yes Sir, may I please moan Sir?” “Yes you may.” The moans and sounds that escape me surprise even me.

“What a fucking dog you are. Fucking your pussy on the dirty ground like a dog! Do you want to cum bitch?”

“Please oh please Master may I cum. I need to cum so badly, please Sir, please Master may I cum for you?”

“No you may not slut. STOP NOW! Take it out now in one long stroke bitch” Somehow I stop, my hips thrust forward as I pull it all the way out. My juices sliding down my thighs. My hips grinding wanting to finish, moaning from the frustration of being so close. “You wanted to cum whore, but I did not feel you were worthy of such pleasure yet, so until I want you to, you will not. Now get up, go put your coat and only your coat on and get in the gas station bathroom and clean your self up. You’ve made us even later bitch, MOVE.”

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I grew up a hockey fan. I’ve always loved the sport, and I’ve always had a fetish interest in being a woman, as well as serving women. I’ve always wanted to dress like a woman (more specifically, I have a fetish interest in wearing women’s nail polish and wearing women’s underwear).

Everytime I buy the SI Swimsuit, issue I picture myself wearing those gorgeous bikinis.

For the first time, out of pure curiosity, I tried on a pair of panties. It was one of the greatest decisions of my life, and it can say without a doubt that it changed my life forever.

From the moment on, I knew that while those were the first pair of panties I had ever tried on, they certainly would not be my last.

The feel of the satin panties caressing tightly around my rock hard dick and my ass just make me feel so aroused.

The lace on the panties was so feminine.

The pink color of the panties immediately turned me on.

They just felt so much better than men’s underwear.

I felt so feminine too (in a sexy kind of way). I felt like this is who I’m supposed to be.

This is the story of how I bought my first (in store) pair of panties, and became a pantyboy for life.

I kept wearing panties, and I felt so dirty and horny in them.

Now back to the hockey.

One day last February, I decided to head to Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY to check out a hockey game. I had been to that arena before for college basketball. Before the college basketball game I had a bite to eat at the Atlantic Terminal Mall located just across the street from taksim escort Barclays Center. Inside the mall I noticed there was a Victoria’s Secret store.

I immediately got a tingling sensation inside my body. But at the time, I was there with a friend, and I also didn’t have the balls to walk into Victoria’s Secret by myself.

I was afraid what the women inside the store would think of a 25 year old guy walking into a Victoria’s Secret store all by himself, and shopping for panties for that matter. Moreover, I was afraid they would think I’m a panty perv.

That all changed when I went back to Brooklyn for a hockey game last February. The hockey game I went to ended fairly early during the day, so as I was leaving the arena I decided to walk over to the Atlantic Terminal Mall across the street. Once inside the mall I took a deep breath and decided to face my fears and walk into Victoria’s Secret for the first time ever (on my own). I had finally decided it was time to stop hiding my panty fetish love by buying them in person in store, rather than buying them online.

Once inside the store I was immediately grew nervous. I had no idea what size Victoria’s Secret panties I needed, or where in the store to look for the panties. A bunch of women shopping in the store gave me a bunch of weird looks. All I could do was focus on finding the right pair of panties for me and getting out of there as fast as possible. But I must say I felt so alive being in there, my heart was racing, and my dick was throbbing. It felt hard as a rock.

The şişli escort entire store was filled with panties and bras (2 of my favorite things). The perfume inside the store smelled so sexy and feminine. The store has pink all around it, my favorite color (and a very sexy color at that). And inside the store was music playing from Fifty Shades of Grey, my favorite movie.. I wanted one of the workers in the store to take me in the changing room and dress me in panties and bras. Unfortunately I wasn’t that daring though.

As I was searching through the drawers of panties, one woman gave me a particular dirty look. I responded by telling her that “I was there shopping for my girlfriend” (even though I had none). And luckily for me, it was reasonably close to Valentine’s Day. In the drawer I finally found a pair of gorgeous pink Dream Angels Cheekini panties, as well as a pretty white bikini panty pair. They were so sexy and even though they ended up being a couple of sizes small, I would feel so aroused wearing them.

Upon gathering my selection and reaching the cash register, I had to wait in line for what seemed like eternity. There was women in the store staring at me from all over. I didn’t care though, I am a pantyboy, and I was finally unafraid to show it no matter what people thought.

The lady at the cash register looked at me funny when I got up there and I once again and said “I’m shopping for my girlfriend.” As I left the store I showed the security guard my receipt, and just smiled to myself, and she smiled back.

I pendik escort had finally done it! I had gone into a Victoria’s Secret store for the first time on my own! I then immediately went down the escalator and into a shoe store to put my panties on.

The panties felt so sexy despite being a couple of sizes too small. On the subway ride home that night, I had a huge bulge in my pants from my rock hard dick in my panties. I noticed a bunch of people staring at me. Once again I didn’t care though, I felt so sensual. I felt like I had finally made it. After Hiding my panty fetish from the outside world, I had finally come out as a pantyboy.

My advice to any man who loves panties is to grow a pair, (no matter what size your dick is), and to face your fears by going into a Victoria’s Secret store, and start buying your panties in person. If you’re feeling extra horny tell the cashier “You’re there buying the panties for yourself.” It will help you immensely and make you feel that much sexier, and hornier.

Buying those panties in Victoria’s Secret changed my life forever. Thank you Victoria’s Secret for helping me realize my true purpose in life: To become a woman pleasing pantyboy sissy! I now shop for panties exclusively at Victoria’s Secret, and wear Victoria’s Secret panties 24/7 365!

I have a Victoria’s secret account and will soon own the angel card. I feel welcome at every Victoria’s Secret location in America! And every man should too!

I went back to the Atlantic Avenue location in Brooklyn for the 2nd time last December and made my 1st 5 panties for $27.50 purchase. It was the greatest purchase of my life. I will be blogging about that soon.

I am a pantyboy, and am working my way towards becoming a pantyboy sissy, who will be ready to serve women as they please.

Thank you Victoria’s Secret!

~~~JPantyBoy.

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She sometimes loved the way men would stare at her breasts, their fullness, knowing they wanted to touch her, lick them. Her mind was floating around the room, wondering who had done what, who had experience or like her was curious to learn. The call for her interview was repeated, her head snapping back to the now. Amanda’s gut sank, as she knew they wanted to talk to her. She almost ran, just bolted. But ‘no’ she thought, ‘ I won’t be scared, I’ll just talk to them after all.’ She listened to them explain the requirements, each word they said drawing her in more. ‘GOD’, she thought ‘How do they know what I want, what I secretly dreamed of.’ Amanda did not run, she stayed, and talked, flirted and wooed. The girl who walked in left, the slut she played at alone at night kissed their egos, the whore of Amanda’s minds eye was a porn star. She started at nine am the next day, money agreed on, acts sealed with her pen strokes.

Amanda arrived on set, provided the needed forms, her picture taken with ID, then was whisked away to makeup. Her heart pounded the whole time she sat in the chair, trying to make idle chit chat taksim escort bayan with the girl who smoothed the blush, the eye shadow, painted her lips. She slipped into the bustier they provided, her legs encased in hose. Amanda loved that tiny ‘snap’, as the garters were hooked on. She stood finally, looking at herself. Her hair had been swept back, in anticipation. Her mouth a luscious target for the lust that was coming. She saw that her nipples were engorged, harder that she had felt since her first kiss. When she walked to the set, each movement betrayed how wet she was. She trembled, trying to remember to breathe again, then stepped into her new world.

The room was simple, a standard set, but the facade was wonderful. She had walked into a dream that was a Pasha’s harem. The walls were gilded scrolls, tapestries, and silks. A divan was waiting, another woman on her hands and knees, sucking men already, their eyes now fixed on Amanda as she entered. She could see the cameramen, filming her as she walked in, each one focused on HER. She shivered again, slipping away once more, becoming the slave girl, the fucktoy of the story. Amanda watched herself, in her mind. She saw how she was led by hand to the large pillow in the center. She knelt as they pushed her down. Men lined up, oiled, glistening like the shafts they stroked. Her mouth watered, knowing it was real, that she was going to do it. Amanda wanted to watch as she felt, be in both places. Her cunt was like a dull ache now, the need to be filled painful. The lights were making her sweat already, or was that her need? The first man stepped up, pushing into her with no preamble, no hesitation. She loved it, his hands wrapping around her skull, fingers spanning her so easily. He pushed in with no thought of loving her. He wanted to fuck her mouth. Not content to be sucked, he şişli escort bayan pumped, his need to get off now driving him. As quickly as he started, he stopped, pulling out to spray himself on her now open mouth, her eyes wide, as she wanted to go on. His sperm was so warm, she thought again. Each time she felt it in her mouth, on her skin, she was amazed again at the feeling of heat. This was JUST IN him, she remembered, now its mine. The cum pooled as he jerked again, her tongue a bowl for his seed. Amanda had just swallowed when it started again, this man taller, but wanting her to move for him. She breathed deeply through her nose, smelling him as she did, her breath and his scent pushing her on to do more, to tease him. She swiped her tongue around him, playing with the head in her mouth. She knew she was good at this, that she loved it and the pleasure she brought. Again she tasted salty cum, this time mingled with the ropes from the man on her right. His own hand flew as he stroked himself. Her face was wet now, cum streaking down her jawline as he was spent. Amanda was pushed forward, again unseen hands guiding her. She saw the cameras move again, to take in this new position as she was on her hands and knees now. The ache began to dull as her lips were opened, the cock going inside her cunt now burning her in a different way. She moaned around the shaft in her mouth, tears at the corners of her eye. The girl who had come to be in the movie was gone. The girl that was here now wanted to be a slut for them, a harem girl, a hole to fill. That girl wanted to feel cocks sliding inside her pussy, her mouth. She gasped as a tongue sliced into her ass. She could not turn, tell who was doing it. She felt hair on her lower back, wondered if one of the girls who had been sucking the men before she came in was the owner of the snake in her ass, pendik escort bayan almost making her scream around the cock in her mouth. It withdrew before she could turn. Another spray of cum filled her mouth, replaced immediately, then another. Amanda could feel the sperm drying on her skin, even as more glistened fresh on her face, her ass. She reveled, giggling inside with each orgasm now, hers coming with each gulp of new semen, each slap on her ass as a unseen lover beat his flesh on her ass, shaking the drops from his cock. Time started to slip away. She no longer noticed when they did a close-up of her face, turned her to her back, had her sit on them. She only existed at that moment for the flesh in her mouth, the need to drink again. She smiled now; no longer afraid to look them in the eyes, the moans of each man a kind of song. Each grunt of pleasure, each whisper of ‘yesssss baby, fuck me, suck my cock’, each ‘cum for me, cum slut, kiss me”, it hissed inside her, her head a buzz of lies and lust. When they finally ended she lay on her back. Each man stepped up, circling her, furious to cum once more, her body now white against her tan flesh, the coating complete. Amanda could no longer open her eyes, sealed shit now with their fluids, drying on her as she was again showered with heat, liquid and essence from them making her shine.

The package that arrived in three weeks was a plain Fed Ex package. Nothing to betray itself. Amanda cut it open, the tape slipping past her fingers to the floor. She looked down, wondering who that was looking up at her. The woman there, she looked like Amanda, but she was lust, passion unknown. Her mouth smiled as a cock lay just beyond the tip, an arc of semen just hitting her tongue. Amanda puzzled at the image, trying to place it in her head. The tape removed, she watched herself again, wondering once more if it had been real, had happened. Each image burned her skin, the ache calling out. She reached for the package, the business card shaking in her fingers. Amanda dialed the numbers, mouth watering at what the voice would give to her this time, would it dull the need forever or open it wider. She wanted to know and did not care in the least.

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I had almost forgotten my doctor’s appointment when I woke up the next morning. I kissed Rachel goodbye and was quite erect in anticipation of the brazen remarks Dr. Saza would share with me regarding my inadequate dick.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“I feel absolutely great, Rachel and I are back together,” I replied.

“And the medication no unwanted side effects?” she asked as she glanced at my groin.

“I don’t think so, I kind of ca… ejaculated prematurely last night. But that’s nothing new for me.” I replied. It was becoming easier and easier to just blatantly tell her any sexual detail about myself.

She smiled. She was sitting across from me, as usual, on a stool without a back. “That is known to happen with some men… and some boys.”

How cruel. Was she enjoying mocking me? Well my little cock was enjoying the attention either way. “Even within a minute? Is that normal?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say it is normal, but it does happen. To my knowledge 30 minutes to an hour is normal,” she replied. The evil grin was making me wild. Her implication that she is used to a man fucking her at such great lengths was fuel to the fire. “You said everything is going great with Rachel, is it safe to assume penis size is not an issue with her?”

I paused and remembered the oversized condom she had handy in her dresser drawer and how it dwarfed my little hard on. “I’m not sure, but she seemed happy last night and she never said anything about it,” I said.

“Well that must be relieving to know she is not dissatisfied with your below average stature,” Marissa said.

I couldn’t help myself and had to tell her about the whole condom scenario and the implications that her ex was well hung. I want to rip off my jeans and stroke myself right there in front of her I was so hot.

“I see. So you are worried she may have acquired a preference for above average penises?” she inquired.

“Yeah, I suppose it is possible. If so, do you think she will get frustrated with me?” I asked.

“It is very likely she will not want to hurt your feelings at first. But you should try to be receptive to subtle hints she may give you,” she explained.

“You’ve got to help me. You are a doctor. Isn’t there anything you can do?” I pleaded.

“I promise to help you as best I can. First off, has your penis gained back any length since you stopped taking the Fiburon?” she asked.

“I don’t think so but I haven’t measured it.”

“Well let’s take a look and go from there,” she smiled. She went to fetch the measuring tape as I fumbled with my belt buckle. “Don’t be shy,” she laughed.

She got on her knees this time and grabbed the tip of my penis and measured the topside. “I need to get a closer look to be exact.”

What a moment I has having. From my perspective I could look down her shirt and admire her nice tits. As I stared I felt her hot breath on my dick. I was going to lose it at any moment now. “Four inches even. I see there hasn’t been much improvement,” she said softly. “Maybe we should measure the girth. It is very important to have a thick cock to please a woman right.” She wrapped the tape slowly around my shaft and announced, “Four and a half inches. Unfortunately that is on the small side as well. Six to seven inches around would be ideal I suspect while 5 and a half is average.”

I tried to control my breathing. Anything to live the moment one second longer. I lost it completely when she got up and told me, “I’m sorry Chris, there is not much I can do. Your penis is too small and will likely never satisfy any woman.” I sprayed my load and a few drops landed below her skirt just above her knee. “Now look what you’ve done, clean that up,” she demanded.

I grabbed my boxers from the floor as she lifted her leg onto the stool. I was no fool and knew this would be the perfect opportunity to get a nice view of the promised land. Her leg was high enough on the stool that her skirt began to hike up. I began to clean her thick bronze thighs as I stared underneath her skirt to see she wasn’t wearing panties at all. She was completely shaved and her pussy was very intimidating. Puffy pink lips that I wished I could taste. But she was done teasing as she moved backwards calling me a pervert. I put my pants back on and tried to regain my composure. I apologized for my lack of control.

“Well if there is nothing else, I have work to etiler escort do,” she said.

“Just one thing,” I said.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Is there really nothing you can do to make it bigger?”

“No, there isn’t anything I can do. But that is not important. You seem to enjoy knowing your penis is worthless. In time you will fantasize of your girlfriend enjoying her big dicked ex while you jerk off. That is if you don’t already. So I ask you, do you truly wish your little prick wasn’t so little?”

Wow, was all I could think. She was so blunt it knocked me back. “I… uh…”

“I thought so. So if there is nothing else I will see you next week.” She handed me a bottle of pills. “Take these twice a day and please settle your account before you leave.” And with that she was out the door.

It was a few days later before me and Rachel hooked up again. I was still taking the pills Dr. Saza had prescribed to me. But to be honest I didn’t really know what they were for. I assumed they were supposed the mild depression I have since recovered from.

Rachel let herself in. I was preparing a light dinner for her. As she neared the kitchen I greeted her and suggested she wait in the living room for me to finish up. She was looking absolutely fantastic. Tight, tight jeans that flaunted her sexy curves. Her toned stomach was visible above her low cut jeans followed by a black tank top. I suspected she was wearing a push up bra as her tits looked larger than normal. Her hair was pinned up. Her beautiful face, bright green eyes and slender nose was the icing on the cake.

We ate dinner and spoke of trivial things. Afterwards it took only one look and I knew what she had in mind. The sexy bedroom eyes were unmistakable. We moved to the couch and started kissing heavily. She was rubbing my thigh right next to where my small dick had reached its peak of four inches. Her hand began to trace alongside my erection beneath my jeans. It was at that moment the kissing ended and she sat straight back on the couch.

“What’s wrong?’ I asked.

“It’s nothing,” she replied. Her eyes were fixed on the floor.

“You can tell me. Are we moving to fast?” I inquired.

“No, it’s not that.”

“I guess a lot has changed since we were together all those years back. If there’s anything I can do just let me know. You know I love you madly,” I said.

After a few moments of silence she asked, “Did you date anyone since we broke up?”

I wanted to lie. After all it had been almost three years since we had parted ways. “To be honest, no, I didn’t. I was in love with the bottle and really have nothing positive to say about the time we’ve been apart.”

“Yes, I’m happy that you have grown out of that. You were a real asshole when you drank. So you really haven’t slept with anyone besides me?” she asked.

“Just you, sounds kind of pathetic doesn’t it?”

“No, I actually love that about you. I don’t know if I could still love you if you had been with anyone else.”

“And you?” I asked.

“And me what?” She gave me the look. The look that meant I’ve been bad but you still love me look.

“Well have you been with anyone since we’ve been apart?” I asked.

“Maybe,” was all she said. The look was still there. She, I think, was unsure or what my reaction would be.

“It’s okay. You are a sexy woman. I don’t care about those things,” I offered.

She smiled. “Good,” she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I asked. The mood had turned very playful. I suspect she was happy to know I wouldn’t get upset about her past.

“Oh, nothing,” she said. Her smile was to die for. I was like putty in her hands.

“How many?” I asked while trying to act indifferent.

“How many what?” she always made me say things straight out.

“How many, you know… how many boyfriends have you had?” I kept it pg-13 so to keep the mood playful. Though maybe it would have been easier just to ask her straight up ‘How many guys did you fuck?’

“Enough,” she said with her trademark smile and subtle giggle.

“That’s kind of vague. I told you. So now you have to tell me,” I explained.

“Fine. Let me see…” she paused and began softly mumbling to herself as to indicate she was trying to count. “Six.”

“Was that so hard?” I asked. “Six isn’t that bad for three years.”

“No wait! Seven,” pendik escort she laughed, becoming more comfortable. Though that would be expected considering I was not showing any discomfort to what I had just learned about her. I returned a slight laugh, enjoying the topic of discussion.

“Okay, seven it is. So why didn’t any of the relationships work out?” I asked.

“Umm… I don’t know. I guess I got tired of them,” she laughed.

“I see.”

“Yeah, it was fun for a couple of weeks but then they try to start controlling me. Tell me what I can and can’t wear and who I can and can’t talk to. The jealous types.”

“I see… well I’m not the jealous type. I know you are an independent woman.”

“Yeah, that’s true. That’s another thing I like about you,” she smiled. “So if your not the jealous type, it doesn’t bother you that I slept with them?”

“No, it’s okay. I mean we weren’t together so I can’t say anything.”

“True,” she replied, “So you aren’t going to try and tell me what to wear?”

“No, I love the way you dress,” I replied.

“Good,” she smiled and at that moment looked down to see that I had a pillow conveniently placed on my lap. She snatched it away and asked, “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing now,” I laughed.

She once again used her index finger to trace along the tiny bulge I was sporting. “Does he want to come out and play?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm.” She unzipped my fly and stuck her hand in to fish out my little stiffee. She took her time feeling around my balls. I think she deliberately avoided contacting my dick as if to show she was having a hard time finding it. By this time my erection had gone away as my nerves took over. She patted down below my balls as if she was expecting to find something down there. She finally traced back up after her wrist touched the tip of my now flaccid penis. She pinched my head and tried to trace underneath it to no avail. In a flaccid state not much more than my head pokes out. She pinched with her thumb and forefinger and tried to pull the head out. For a second she succeeded as I looked down to see her stretching my soft penis. But as soon as she let go it disappeared back into my pants.

“Aww, I guess he doesn’t want to play,” she said playfully.

“Sorry, I just got nervous for a second,” I explained. She put her hand back inside my pants and grabbed the tip again pulling it upward, this time with a little more rigor. It looked especially thin as she pulled it out. Once more she let go and it was lost again.

“Why so nervous?” she asked. “Does this help?” She slowly and teasingly removed her shirt and bra to present her perky b cups.

I was cursing myself. Why in the world at this moment could I not get an erection? I might have had 10 throughout the day, but when I need one it isn’t there. “Yeah, he just needs a minute.” As I said that her cell phone rang.

She looked at the display and gave a frustrated look but answered nonetheless. “Hello?” … “I’m kind of busy.” She looked at me and smiled. “I’m not going to talk about this right now.” … “Okay. Bye.”

“Stupid asshole,” she said referring to the caller on the phone.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Nobody, just stupid Nathan. He wants to pick up some things he left at my place,” she explained, “I don’t want to deal with him right now.”

“Your ex?” I asked trying to sound disinterested.

“Yeah,” she answered, “he was only good for one thing.” She covered her mouth sensing she had said too much.

“Oh that one thing,” I laughed leaving the doorway open for her to elaborate.

“Yeah,” she smiled, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“He took care of your bills?” I asked trying to imply that’s what I thought the one thing was.

“What? Wait what are you talking about?”

“I don’t know what are you talking about?” I asked.

“God you’re such a prude,” she laughed “the one thing is sex, you know that? Right?”

“Oh, yeah of course,” I laughed. “That was the only thing good about the relationship?” I couldn’t believe I was pulling it off. I could feel the blood flowing back into my small dick.

“Yep,” she laughed not knowing what to say.

“What was so good about the sex?” I asked.

“Why are you asking so many questions?” she laughed.

“Just making conversation,” I smiled. “I was just curious.” taksim escort I saw her glance down to see the tip of my cock poking out of my fly. She went on like she wasn’t aware.

“No I can’t tell you. You’ll get mad,” she said.

“I won’t get mad. I promise.”

“Trust me, its better if I don’t tell you,” once again she glanced down and my tiny hard on.

“I told you I’m not the jealous type. What are you so worried about?” I asked. I put my leg on the coffee table so that my erection would be less evident.

“Fine but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Are you sure?” she asked one last time.

“Yes I’m positive,” I replied.

“Well, umm,” she stared at my crotch, “his thing is kind of, umm… big”

“Oh, yeah you were right I didn’t want to know that,” I laughed playing it off. Though I was losing control I wanted so badly to cum.

“See. I told you,” she laughed. Delighted to know I could pretty much take anything she had to tell me.

“Well to be honest I kind of suspected that,” I said.

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Well the other night, that condom you had was really big I kind of assumed it might have been meant for one of your exes.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” she said, “sorry I didn’t have any smaller ones.” She covered her mouth. “Oops I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No it’s okay. I know I’m slightly on the small side,” I said knowing full well she was thinking to herself ‘slightly?’ I couldn’t believe we were beginning to have an open discussion about penis size.

“You know size isn’t that important to a girl. So don’t be upset,” she said.

“I know and I’m not upset. But I do wish I was a little bit bigger,” I said.

“You do?” she asked.

“Well yeah. Even if size doesn’t matter that much it would be nice to have a normal sized dick.”

“True. But it’s not that important to me. I mean it was good with him but I didn’t like him. And with you, it’s just different.” She said.

“Thank you,” I said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled. “What you thinking?”

“Oh nothing,” I replied.

“Tell me!” she demanded.

“You promise I’m big enough for you?” I asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Stop worrying about it,” she said.

“I can’t help it. I just keep thinking about the size of that condom and how I can’t come close to comparing.” I sensed she was becoming annoyed. This was my mistake for not keeping the conversation fun. “Never mind, I don’t care. I’m sure I’m not the smallest you’ve had,” I said knowing full well I had to have been.

“Well…” she paused. My queue to keep the mood light.

I laughed and said, “I guess that answers it.”

She laughed and said, “Yeah, I’m trying to think. This one guys dick was kind of shot but it was pretty thick. Sorry,” she laughed.

I laughed, “It’s okay, how short was his?”

“I don’t know I didn’t measure it,” she laughed.

“Well if you had to guess.”

“I don’t know it was like an inch and a half longer than yours,” she replied. Did she just tell me the smallest of the seven was an average sized dick?

I laughed and said, “That’s not that short.”

She laughed, “Well I guess it depends on who you compare it to. Compared to Nathan’s dick his was pretty short.”

“True, so how big was Nathan’s dick?”

“Why the fascination on everyone’s dick size?” she asked.

“I don’t know I guess I just wanted to see how I compared to your past lovers.”

“And I told you I don’t care if yours is small,” she replied. She called it small, for some reason I just loved that.

“Even if I don’t give you an orgasm?” I blurted out.

“You can always use your tongue,” she laughed. I laughed too. Keep her laughing I thought to myself.

“Yeah that’s true, if all else fails I know I can deliver with a little tongue action.”

“See it’s not so bad as you think, and with a little practice I’m sure your dick will do fine,” she said.

“Speaking of practice, how about we finish what we started?” I finished removing my jeans to present my aching throbbing erection that was about to blow at the slightest touch. She smiled and grabbed a hold of it. It was only a few gentle strokes until I came in her hand.

“Well I guess it will take a bit more practice until you are ready,” she laughed. I helped her remove her jeans and black thong. She scooted forward on the couch and spread her legs above her head. I went to town on her sweet pussy, nibbling on her long pussy lips before I flicked her clit as fast and hard as I could with my tongue. Her moans were so sexy as she climaxed.

What a beginning to a beautiful sex life.

To be continued…

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One cold late fall day in New England I was relaxing after a long week of work. My girlfriend and I lived together in a two bedroom duplex. I was in my early 20’s and she was in her early 30’s. We were very happy and had an amazing sex life.

She was short, maybe 5’2″ tall with huge 42DDD’s. Her breasts were splendid and I played with them constantly and she adored the attention. She was chubby; but looked great. She had thick, curly shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes.

We sat on the couch and watched TV and I lazily flipped around. She said her stomach had been upset all day and she felt began to get very nauseous. I felt bad for her because she was not one to complain. She had changed already from her business attire into blue fleecy pajama pants and a grey thermal top with no bra. As you can imagine her massive chest stretched the shirt nicely and her nipples poked through the material.

I asked if she was going to be sick and she said she wished she could because she wanted some relief. She tossed around on the couch and I could see she was very uncomfortable. I suggested she go to the bathroom and make herself sick and get it over with; I said she would feel better.

She slowly headed up a half flight of stairs to the bathroom. She shut the door partially. It remained cracked several inches. I saw the light shinning into the hallway.

Several minutes passed and I walked up to check on her. I asked from outside the door if she was okay. She answered she was, but I could tell she was crying. I pushed the door open. She was standing, but leaning over the toilet. Her blue pajama pants were wet and I asked what was wrong.

She sniffled and said half crying, ” I just can’t throw up! I tried and I peed on myself. Dammit!”

I rubbed her back and assured her it was ok. I said it was not a big deal and she could hop in for a nice hot shower. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped taksim escort me remove her pants. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs.

She was now in only a tight thermal top and white low cut socks. I said to try to puke again; if you pee again it won’t matter. She leaned forward and pushed a finger down her throat.

She began to gag and I rubbed her back. I noticed more pee ran down her leg and wet her socks. I felt so bad for her.

She cried out in frustration, “I just want to fucking puke!”

To be honest I was very aroused. Perhaps it was how helpless she was or that she was half naked. I put my finger in her mouth and she again began to gag. A little more pee ran down her leg and a large amount of clear fluid came out of her mouth. It ran down my arm and onto her shirt. About 50% found the toilet, the rest covered us.

My cock was incredibly hard and was very visible in my gym shorts. I was standing behind her and I know she felt my cock against her ass. A little bit of her pee was on my shorts. I wiped the fluid off of my hand as best I could.

I asked if she felt better and she said she felt she had more to come up. She turned and faced me and I hugged her. My hard cock pressed into she shaved crotch. Clear fluid covered her shirt and now mine from our hug. Pee was on the floor; I reached down and turned on the shower.

The hot stream began to fill the room and warm it quickly. The sound of the water and exhaust fan was relaxing. I hugged her again and she smiled; I told her to kneel in front of the toilet.

She knelt down on the bathmat and looked at me I think expecting me to use my hand to make her vomit again; instead I pulled my rock hard fat cock out of my shorts. She looked up and me slightly confused and I said, ” use this to help you.”

She took my throbbing member gently into her mouth şişli escort as I stood next to the toilet. I took her by the back of her head and thurst deep into her throat. She gagged, but I held my ground. Her eyes filled with tears and her make up was in shambles. I pulled back in and out of her mouth and suddenly she began to vomit.

This was not clear liquid, but whatever was upsetting her stomach. A large splash of hot puke covered my cock and ran down my balls. She quickly turned her head over the toilet as another stream shot from her mouth. A large puddle of pee formed on the mat beneath her.

I was so horny. The stream from the shower made the room hot. I quickly stripped naked. I wiped most of the puke from my cock and balls. She laid bent over the toilet on her knees with her naked ass up in the air.

I spit on my hand and lubed my cock. I squatted down over her and pushed my cock towards her piss soaked slit. I thrust inside of her quickly and she began to fuck back onto my pole. She moaned and cried. I reached under her and grabbed her tits as I pumped my cock deep into her like a wild animal. I could feel my cum rising in my cock.

I reached up and pulled her hair. I fucked her hard and with one hand reaxhed around to her mouth and forced two fingers to the back of her throat. She began to gag and drool, but I didn’t let up. She suddenly began to vomit again.

As warm vomit erupted from her mouth and down my hand I could feel it running down my arm. When she puked her pussy clamped down hard onto my cock. I felt warm fluid all over my cock. I didn’t know if it was her pee or cum, but I didn’t care.

Her clamping busy was to much for me. I grabbed both of her hips and thrust hard one last time. My right hand was coated in puke and it was now smeared across her ass and hips. My cock exploded and shot load after load of hot cum deep into her pussy.

After a few seconds I pendik escort pulled out of her. Some of my cum came out with a squish. I stood up and helped her to her feet. Her legs were shaking. She had puke on her face and I attempted to wipe it with my hand. It had little affect and I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back intensely. I pulled her thermal over her head. And she kicked off her socks.

I opened the shower curtain and told her to hop in; I said I would be right in. When she was in the shower I quickly used our clothes to wipe the puke covered floor and toilet. The toilet was full and I flushed it with a little sigh.

I stepped into the shower with her. She was smiling and her makeup still covered her cheeks and ran down her face. In truth, she looked amazing. The warm water felt amazing as we embraced and hugged. We kissed and her breasts looked to good to pass up. I put first one and then the other nipple in my mouth; kissing them back and forth.

She put one foot up on the edge of the tub and my hand found her clit quickly. She moaned and her legs shook. I pushed to fingers inside of her and felt my cum from minutes earlier. My cum began to drip from her tight slit and I passed her the shower wand. She aimed it at her pussy and shuddered as the jets found her clit.

She handed me back the wand and I knelt under her. Her foot still on the edge of the tub and the warm water ran down our bodies. I licked the outside of her pussy then attacked her swollen clit with my tongue. She had one hand on my head and the other on the wall.

Her moaning grew louder and her legs shook violently. I thought she was going to fall. I reached around her and gently began to push one finger into her ass. That must have been to much for her because she fucked her pussy against my face and came hard! Very hard. She shook and shook and fell back against the wall.

We kissed and each soaped each others bodies. She saw me growing hard bent down and sucked my cock for a minute and looked up at me with those large brown eyes. We exited the shower and dried one another. We immediately headed towards the bedroom and I whispered how badly I wanted to fuck her little ass. She smiled at me and jumped on the bed.

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Chapter One – Kim

Mike was the prototypical playboy. He went out to the clubs and parties on weekends and every time he would get a woman drunk, take her back to his place and bang the hell out of her. However, that isn’t the problem with Mike, the thing that I hate about him most is what he does after he bangs them. Mike gets the clearly wasted women to sign a bull shit form allowing him to tape the sex. Then he places the videos online and adds stupid and degrading sound and video effects. To other guys he is a god, but most of the women hate his guts. It was a few weeks ago that I fell victim to this prank, I was at a party celebrating the end of the semester so like everyone else I had been drinking a lot. I am not sure what happened but the next morning I woke up on the front lawn in front of my dorm building. I was wearing nothing but a pair of black pantyhose. After a shower I went to check my email and there it was, a mail with a video attachment entitled Kim’s pantyhose orgasm. Mike had struck again, in my video I was of course drunk out of my mind and a masked man who I assume was Mike was pleasing my pussy with various sex toys through the black hose. I of course had multiple orgasms before passing out.

“That’s it!” I screamed aloud, “It is time to teach this asshole a lesson!” I got dressed and left. At the time I did not know what to do but just as I was about to settle on egging his new car someone behind me tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a woman standing there, she was about 6’1 or so and had long flowing black hair that looked as if it had just been curled. She was wearing a black knee length dress along with 3 inch open toe heels and black pantyhose.

“I believe I can help you my dear,” she said. “You are the woman from the online hose orgasm if I am not mistaken.”

“You’re not,” I replied, “that was me but to be fair I was hammered.”

“I know,” she said, “and I am sure you want to get back at that jerk, come on in, I have just what you need.”

I followed the woman into a small shop called The Mystic Arts. She led me to a small room in the back and right there in front of me was a large cauldron that looked like something straight out of the movies. In this large cauldron was a red, soup like liquid.

“Drink it my dear,” the woman said, “the elixir is the key to your revenge.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“It is a little mix of this and that,” she replied, “I call it the Hose Craft potion.”

“Hose Craft? What is that?”

“I have to admit,” the woman said, “I have a fetish for pantyhose, I love the feel of the soft nylon caressing every inch of my lower body. When I started doing witchcraft I decided that is was only fitting that I incorporate my love of pantyhose into my magic.”

“Ok,” I said, “but what exactly will this stuff do to me if I drink it?”

“The potion will give you the power you desire, you will become a nylon succubus of sorts. First your lower body will be forever encased in silky, sexy pantyhose. The nylon will enhance every curve of your legs, it will also line the inside of your sex creating a pantyhose pussy. This is where your power will come from.”

“Explain more please,” I said, now intrigued.

“First of all,” she said, “as soon as a man touches a single inch of your hose he will be like putty in your hands, you will in essence have him under your spell. Second of all, a man you fuck with your nylon encased pussy will slowly turn into what I like to call a Hose Drone. After the first fuck hose will magically appear from his feet up to his upper thigh, he will still be in your power but you can then let him go about his day, the next night you then have sex with him again, this time the hose will advance from the upper thigh to just under his nipple. Finally on night three you will fuck his now nylon encased manhood and the end result will be the total nylon encasement of his whole body, he will no longer exist as Mike, he will be a hose drone forever. At that time you will bring him to me as payment for your powers.”

“Let me get this straight,” I said, “all you want for this power is Mike when I am done turning him into a drone?”

“Yes,” she replied, “but not just him, I will require you to turn more men into drones and also turn other females into pantyhose witches.”

I pondered for just a moment and then signed the witches contract. After removing all my clothes I drank a vile full of the red elixir. My lower body then began to glow. The witch then came to me with four colored fabrics. Black, tan, white, and dark brown.

“Take a fabric,” she said, “and that will be the color of your hose as well as the color of the hose of the slaves you make. You can change colors once a year.”

I grabbed the white color and within seconds the glow stopped and there was my lower body encased in white pantyhose, I had never felt so sexy or horny in my life. My now nylon lined pussy was pulsing with desire. I thanked the witch, redressed and returned to my room. I konyaaltı escort bayan was now a powerful pantyhose witch and I would soon use my powers on Mike.

Chapter Two – Mike

I woke up the morning after the party pleased with what I had done. Once again I had shown that I was the king of the campus. After uploading the Kim pantyhose video I went to the campus café to meet up with my buddies and get some grub.

“Once again a job well done,” my friend John said as I walked in, “this has got to be the best video yet.”

“I know,” I replied, “I am the king!”

We all laughed and then started to plot the next plan. “Ok,” I said, “tonight I think we should hit the club, all the campus parties are done for a while.”

“Good idea,” John said, “do you know who you want to target yet?”

I scratched my chin and replied, “I really want to take Kim again, she was so much fun it is worth a sequel.”

I was about to lay out the plan when Kim walked in, or at least I thought it was her. She was wearing a sexy blue belly shirt with an equally sexy denim mini skirt. She completed this sexy look with blue heel boots that went to her upper calf and the most sexy, silky white hose I had ever seen. To top it off she had her long blonde hair in pigtails which happened to turn me on. It was all I could do to suppress the erection that was growing in my pants.

“Hi boys,” she said as she walked over, “I know it was you that made the video of me Mike.”

“I don’t know what you mean Kim,” I replied, “I was with these guys all night.” As always my pals backed me up but somehow I don’t think she bought it. The appeal of Kim was her mind, unlike other women I had seduced and taped she seemed to trump them all in the brain department.

“Oh well,” she said, “I know it was you but I just don’t have the energy to argue.”

As she turned to leave she brushed her nylon clad leg against my hand, a sensation ran through my body like nothing I had ever felt before. My erection could no longer stay down, I was so rock hard that I could have broken the table with my engorged cock. The feeling did not leave either, in fact the more I tried to get that hose out of my mind the hornier I got. I finally slid out of the café and back to my room. Since my parents were loaded I had a room to myself which was nice right now because no matter how much I jacked off I couldn’t get my erection to go away. Just as I was about to try one more time a knock came at my door. It was Kim, she was still wearing the same outfit as earlier.

“May I come in?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, “come on in.”

Kim sat in the lounge chair and crossed her legs. The sight of that made me drop the towel that was hiding my enlarged dick.

“I see that you like my legs,” she said in a calm and seductive voice, “I know you can’t look away from them, see how my nylon covered legs just slide off one another.” She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, I was like a moth to a flame, I couldn’t look away, the hose seemed to call my name, beckoning me to them.

I was just about to fall over when she spoke again, “Stand at the side of the bed and remove your clothes.” I did as I was told, she then got up from the chair and slid onto the bed like a serpent ready to strike. I was getting so aroused, my member was throbbing and growing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better Kim attacked my enlarged manhood like a ravenous predator. Kim’s soft and wet lips moved up and down, covering every inch of my cock. I was just on the cusp of exploding when she stopped.

“No, no,” she said,” I’m am not done with you yet.” She then pulled me onto the bed and straddled me. As she slowly pulled the blue dress off I could see the silky white hose that encased her lower body. “You have been a very bad boy,” she hissed, “I must teach you a lesson.” Kim then lowered herself onto my waiting dick. I noticed right way that her pussy itself was lined with nylon as well, it felt so good.

“Give in to the hose,” Kim moaned, “let it take you over, let it become you.”

“I..I can’t,” I said as I tried to resist, my mind was being bombarded with images of pantyhose and servitude. “No, I can’t give in, I won’t.”

“Oh you will,” Kim replied, “you will be one with the pantyhose.” The pantyhose seductress then began to grind harder then ever sending my manhood deeper inside of the nylon pussy. I couldn’t resist anymore, my mind went blank and I came like never before.

“Good boy,” Kim said as she dismounted, “now I have another surprise for you.” It was at that moment that my legs began to glow, Kim placed her white nylon foot onto my glowing legs and when the glow was gone my legs were encased in sheer white nylon from my feet to my upper thigh.

“This is just the beginning my pet,” Kim said as she began to dress, “you belong to the hose now, and in a couple days it will take you completely.

“Yes mistress,” I said, muratpaşa escort bayan “I am the hose, I will obey the hose.”

“Good,” she replied,” now you go to sleep and I will return tonight to play some more.”

Chapter Three – Shauna

I finished my classes for the day at 3 and decided to pop in on my friend Mike. Most of the females on campus thought he was a jerk who used them but I knew different, Mike and I had been friends since Middle School and I found his antics to be harmless jokes. As I checked my mail via my cell phone I noticed that I had a new video from Mike, it was the video I had heard about all day, Kim’s pantyhose orgasm, I thought it was hilarious.

“Hey Shauna,” I heard someone say, “what’s up?”

I turned around to see Mike’s friend Max. “Not much,” I replied, “what’s up with you?”

“Not a whole lot,” he said, “but have you seen Mike today? He wasn’t in any classes.”

“I was just on my way over there,” I answered, “I am sure he just got into one of his take the day off moods.”

“You’re probably right,” Max agreed, “anyway, I have to work tonight but let me know if you can’t find him and I’ll help look.”

“Cool,” I replied,” see you later.” With that Max walked away and I continued my way to Mike’s private dorm room. Since we were friends I had a key to get in because more often than not I was the one who brought his drunk ass home from a party. As I entered the room I could smell the fragrance of sex, that probably explained Mike’s absence, he must have been having a good time all day or late into the previous night.

“Mike,” I said, “you here?” I was now next to his bed, just then I felt something hit my head, then everything went black. When I woke up it was dark out and the dorm room was lit by about 6 scented candles around the room. As my vision got less blurry I saw Mike laying on his bed with what looked like thigh high stockings on his legs.

“What the hell are you wearing!” I said, “and why am I tied up?”

“Don’t worry,” Mike said in a soft monotone voice, “the mistress will explain everything when she gets here.”

“What mistress!” I yelled, “what is going on Mike, tell me now!” But Mike didn’t speak another word. I tried to get him to talk for a solid hour before I heard the door open. I turned to see Kim standing there in sexy blue lingerie with white pantyhose encasing her lower half.

“What do we have here,” Kim asked.

“She was here looking around,” Mike said in his monotone voice, “I captured her for you my mistress.”

Kim walked over to me and brushed her finger across my mouth. “Good boy,” she said as she looked at me, “I have a perfect use for her.” Kim then pulled a small vile of liquid from her purse. “Shauna, don’t you get tired of men treating you like their personal maid. You clean up after them, drive them to parties, and bring their drunk asses home after. Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like for them to serve you for once?”

“You’re sick,” I said, “of course I want those things but I am not going to turn a man into some kind of mindless drone to get it.”

“My dear,” Kim replied, “that is the only way.” Kim then turned towards Mike and barked an order to him. “Mike my pet, show Shauna what it is like to be serviced by a man.” Mike rose from the bed, naked except for the stockings. He then came over to me and despite my attempts to resist he removed my jeans and panties. I was about to scream for help for the millionth time but when Mike’s tongue drove into my moist sex I lost my thought. All I could think about was the orgasmic feeling of Mike eating my pussy like it was on the menu at pizza night. His tongue swirled inside me like a cyclone of pleasure, he was hitting every spot and pushing all my buttons. My thoughts of resistance began to melt away and in their place I had new thoughts of desire and passion.

“Ok my pet,” Kim said, “you can stop.”

Mike stopped and returned to his position on the bed. His tongue was now gone but the remaining tingles of pleasure still clouded my head. It was then that Kim knelt down next to me and showed me the vile.

“This liquid is what you have always wanted,” she said, “if you thought what Mike just did was good wait until you can get even more from him and others like him. This vile is your ticket to sexual bliss.”

I don’t know if it was the high from being serviced or the smell of my own juices but I took the vile and downed the liquid. As I did my lower body began to glow. Kim then produced four fabrics from her purse and told me to pick a color. I took the black fabric and when I did the glow went away and in it’s place I saw my entire lower body encased in soft, silky black pantyhose. The nylon felt so good, it even felt as if my pussy was lined with the wonderful hose.

“Now Shauna,” Kim said as she untied me, “I want you to help me finish converting Mike into a hose drone. Take his hard cock into your mouth serik escort bayan and warm him up for me.

I did as I was told, I attacked Mike’s rock hard cock like a ravenous animal, his moans of pleasure only intensified my actions and at the same time I could see Kim rubbing her own nylon pussy. Just before Mike was going to cum I pulled away and let Kim mount him. I remained on the bed and straddled Mike’s mouth with my own nylon lined sex. As Mike fucked Kim’s pantyhose pussy and licked mine I could feel his energy grow and grow, then as if on cue he came harder than I had ever seen a man cum. Kim and I immediately dismounted him and that is when his body began to glow, from the top of the stockings that already encased his legs to just below his nipples his body glowed. Kim placed her white nylon foot into the glow and suddenly the glowing stopped and Mike was now encased in sheer white hose from his feet to just below the nipple. His rock hard manhood was also surrounded by the sheer hose, Just like with our pussies Mike’s cock would remain in it’s aroused state encased in nylon for all time. The hose had positioned itself so his member stuck out from his body like a flag pole ready to enter any waiting pussy.

“Now my pet,” Kim said, “you are one night away from becoming a total hose drone, I will return tomorrow to finish the deed.” Kim and I then left the dorm, once outside she turned to me and said, “you have done well, now go out into this population of men and make more drones for the hose witch.”

Even though this was the first time she had mentioned the witch I knew what she was talking about, thoughts of the witch and her mission had been implanted in my mind when I had turned. I was now a hose witch myself and no man would ever use me as his maid again.

Chapter Four – Conclusion

As I said I would I returned to Mike’s room the next night. As he had been the night before my pet was laying on his bed. I decided that as this was my last time of fucking him before turning him over to the head witch I would really milk this.

“Ok my pet,” I said, “get up and let your mistress lay down.”

“Yes mistress Kim,” he answered in his monotone voice.

“I want you to eat my pantyhose pussy,” I ordered, “don’t stop until you have consumed a gallon of my juices as they flow through the nylon.”

“Yes mistress,” he replied, “I live to obey the pantyhose.” Mike dove right into his task, his tongue twisted and twirled inside my hose encased sex, my juices ran like a river into his mouth and with every orgasm I had I could also feel his pantyhose encased manhood grow larger and larger as I taunted it with my feet. After he ingested a gallon of my sexual juices I turned the tables and began to feast on his nylon member. It was different but the taste of the hose along with the thickness of his cock was a party in my mouth. As always I stopped before he came, but this time instead of going right to mounting him I decided to fuck him in a couple different positions. First I had him plow me doggy style, it was poetry in motion as he thrust his hose encased cock in and out of my equally encased pussy. I then had him lift me and fuck me against the wall, the motion of my sex falling deep onto him was almost more than I could bare. Again, just before he was going to explode I stopped him. I had now came 5 different times that night and was ready for one last time. I mounted Mike on the bed and like in the 2 nights previous I rocked back and forth on his member until both he and I exploded into an almost endless orgasm. I then dismounted him, the glow returned and covered the parts of him that hadn’t been converted yet. I placed my nylon clad foot in the glow and the sheer white hose completed it’s journey as it now covered him completely. In front of me stood the man that had once been Mike. He was now encased from head to toe in the mystical nylon, he was now a hose drone.

“Come drone,” I said, “it is time for you to meet the head witch.”

“I am the hose,” he said now in a semi-robotic voice, “I will obey the hose.” The drone threw on a dark hooded coat and followed me to my car. After a drive across town we reached the small shop where this had all began.

“Welcome,” the witch said as we entered, “what do you have for me?”

“I have a drone for you mistress,” I said, “he is fully encased and ready for you.”

“Good,” she replied, “you have done well, drone, go to the back room and wait there for me.”

The drone did as he was commanded, when he was beyond the curtain the head witch turned to me and said, “I also hear that you have converted another female into a pantyhose witch.”

“I have my mistress,” I answered, “her name is Shauna, she has chosen to encase her beautiful dark skin with black hose, she will serve you forever just as I will.”

“Good job Kim,” the witch said, “I am pleased with your aggression towards your tasks, in three days you have delivered me a complete drone and a new witch. I now wish for you to transfer to the University in New York, from there you will make more drones and turn more women. I will send a truck to pick up new drones in 2 weeks.”

“I accept this task,” I said,” What do I do with the new witches I turn?”

“Send them to me and I will assign them to cites and towns of my choosing, if all goes well we will take over this country in two years. Now go and serve me well.”

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Author’s note:

This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. Here’s the third chapter. Since I already completed the whole story, from now on I will post regularly.

As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses to become a cow in a quest for true love and a place in the world. I hope that the result is an original and refreshing take on the matter.

All kinds of feedback are appreciated, especially those about grammar, as English is not my first language.

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3. The fair

Where do you buy cows? In a country fair. Well, it turned out that this was valid also for hucows. In this case a fair was more like a convention of enthusiasts, but Aidan assured me that everyone tried their best to adhere to the fantasy. A few days after my dream, he asked me to go with him to buy (the technical term for “hire” in this context) the first two cows of his herd. I was beyond excited: it would be just the two of us for a couple of days, and I was coming as future manager of his farm. It was time for my move. We were in the middle of summer and it was sweltering outside. So, between that and the fact that we were going to a sex-themed event, I had plenty of excuses to dress as slutty as I could.

I was wearing a dark purple cowboy hat that contrasted beautifully with my pink hair, cut in a bob and matched perfectly with a short-sleeved blouse with a pink and violet tartan pattern, knotted and partly unbuttoned in such a way that it covered only my bust and showed my cleavage and my tummy, where I sported a brand new dream-catcher belly piercing. For the occasion I hade made myself a pair of very short denim shorts out of normal jeans. They had a very low waist, and I cut out the inside of both the front and back pockets, so that you could see a slice of my butt and thighs. I had also bought a couple of red cowgirl boots. Needless to say that, while we were traveling in Aidan’s sports car, he had a hard time not being… Well hard!

“So, how does it work?” I was asking, while licking mischievously a shocking pink lollipop.

“The girl who wants to become a cow signs a contract that obliges her to wear her attire at all times, except when there is an emergency of course, and establishes what her farmer can and can’t do. Typically, how often she must have sex with the customers, if she wants to do anal and that sort of things.”

“And this is legal? Is it not, like, slavery?” I asked, a little perplexed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what is legal these days!” Aidan chuckled.

Well, I said by myself, I better find out what exactly is legal these days if I want to stay out of prison!

“So, when you say buy, you just mean hire, right?” I checked, just half-ironically.

“Yes, or buy someone else’s cow, if it is allowed in her contract. Formally, it is just a change of employer, but it goes a long way in making the fantasy more realistic for the woman.”

“And how long do these contracts last?”

“Usually a year and they can be renewed. Sometimes the renewal is automatic unless one of the parties disagrees. There are a lot of women who just want to forget all about human stuff and live as cows as long as they can. You’ll see.”

I wondered what it would be like living like that. Aidan had explained to me that between the hormones, the milking and of course the sex, an average hucow had a bunch of climaxes every day. If you forgot for a moment the whole humiliation and prostitution thing, it almost seemed alluring. You were paid a ridiculous amount of money to not have a worry in the world, being pampered and cumming all day. After having that thought, I remember that I blamed it on my anxiety about the future and my horniness. I do not still know if I was right or if being a cow was already an unspoken desire of mine.

When we arrived, it seemed to me that we had just traveled to a parallel universe. The fair was hosted by a big ranch. We parked in a graveled open space, and we headed for a big field filled with marquees, little corrals and a couple of food trucks. It was all like a normal fair. What I was not prepared for, despite knowing full well what the fair was all about, was a couple a naked girls getting off a horse-trailer. They were unmistakably hucows. On their feet they wore the craziest shoes I had ever seen. They were basically heelless calf boots where the platform was a very realistic cow hoof. The rest of the shoe was madeo fcow hide. Their arms were similarly konyaalti escort decorated with sleeve gloves, that encased their hands in a cow hoof. For some reason I had imagined that hucows would be fat, but all these girls were perfectly in shape and almost lean, a fact that greatly enhanced the impression that their huge boobs made. They were as big as cantaloupes! A man who seemed their owner, corralled them towards the fair, lazily swishing a crop on their buttocks, already quite red. As if this scene was not already shocking enough, every time he hit them, they mooed. Now, when I say moo, you may imagine a person actually uttering the word moo. You could not be more mistaken. These hucows emitted a sound that was eerily similar to a cow’s call, except for the fact that was less powerful and maybe more high-pitched.

“What the fuck?..” I mumbled without even noticing I was speaking out loud.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot!” Aidan said, slapping his forehead “Women who are actually serious about becoming cows have a little device implanted in their upper respiratory tract that, whenever they use their vocal cords, forces the air to go out from the nose and not the mouth.”

I must have frowned because he felt that I needed a practical example: he opened his mouth, took my hand and put it in front of it and mooed. I felt that no air had passed through his mouth and I understood and tried myself. I could moo too!

“So, wait, they cannot speak?” I suddenly asked.

“Nope, as real cows.” he answered in a revering tone.

As we approached, I could have a better look to these “serious hucows”. Even though they were periodically whipped, they seemed to be enjoying all of it, to the point that I had the distinct impression that they slowed down on purpose just to make the crop lash at them.

“Good cows only move when they are prodded.” Aidan commented in a low voice, accompanied by the sound of the cowbell they both sported hanging from a big leather collar. Despite the height of the heels, their gait was quite confident and regal, as if they were extremely proud of themselves. As we were passing them by, I noticed that they had a bull ring passing through their nose septum, so big that it reached halfway between their lower lips and their chins. Another tinkling sound drove my attention to their pussies. Their outer labia each displayed three big rings. The weirdest piercings of all, though, were two big triangular yellow tags on the top of their ears. Aidan, one again, answered my mute question:

“They are tags containing the serial number of their contract, a QR-code of their limits and an ID number to identify them.” he explained and then pointed to the tattoos on their buttocks and their backs “These are also branded, for further safety. They probably have microchips too, all to ensure that their contracts cannot be modified in a second moment to their damage.”

I had to admit, these people were really committed. A part of me wondered who they were actually protecting by making the contracts unalterable. I could see how this ensured that the hucows did not have to do things they did not agree to, but at the same time it made sure they could not change their mind afterwards.

As we entered the fair, we were welcomed by a rather festive atmosphere. Everybody seemed to know everybody. There were shops selling cow attire, both for professional hucows and amateurs, milking machines, themed sex toys, the most expensive cheese in the world (my mouth actually gaped at its sight) and of course, milk. However, most of the space was occupied by various farms showing off their cattle. Aidan, taken with his enthusiasm, took my hand (I think that my heart missed a beat), and we headed confidently toward a stall called “Redhead Angus”. Behind a stall displaying milk bottles and assorted produce, there was a small corral, where three hucows, all redheads and in attires similar to those we spotted earlier, were accommodated in what seemed to be a portable version of Aidan’s milking stands, only without the part that supported the head and shoulders. They just rested with their elbows on the fence or on dedicate supports. Two of them were being milked and were mooing loudly in what seemed to me an unequivocal O-face.

“Aidan!” called a burly man in his fifties, with ginger hair and a cowboy attire “What brings you here? Should I worry?”

“Eoin!” Aidan greeted him cheerfully “As a matter of fact you should!”

The other did not seem to take the news well as he reached us.

“Really?”

“Not because I’m not a very satisfied customer.” excused himself Aidan, raising his hands “I am opening a farm of my own!”

As comprehension dawned on Eoin, he returned to his previous upbeat tone:

“Good for you, I should’ve known!” he said and then, addressing me “And you must be his new cow! Came here for the transformation?”

While I was busy blabbing an embarrassed “no” and blushing, Aidan introduced muratpasa escort us:

“No, this is my ward, Leah. As a matter of fact, she is going to help me manage the farm! And this, Leah, is Eoin, my supplier.”

We shook hands, but Eoin did not seem to understand the source of my embarrassment:

“Well, sorry for the misunderstanding, but you really are a dazzling, you would make a wonderful cow.” he said.

“Thanks!” I mumbled, adjusting pointlessly my hat.

Behind him I saw another girl, with a burgundy fringe leather jacket, bellbottom pants and a cowboy hat letting a man in the fence and pointing to one of the hucows. While she was heading in our direction, to my dismay the man approached the hucow, unbuttoned his pants and, after jerking off a little, started humping her. Just like that, in front of everyone, even though I was probably the only one who bothered to look. On her part, the hucow did not even bother to turn her head, but merely half-closed her eyes and bit her lip, seemingly enjoying herself. By the time the unknown girl reached us, the hucow was mooing, clearly enjoying herself while the man was grunting with a horny expression on his face.

“…starting with just two. Maybe I’ll call you from time to time, for some advice.” Aidan was saying, when she interrupted the conversation:

“Dad, there’s a guy who wants to know if he can buy milk, but we are all reserved, right?”

“Who, the one humping Bessie?” asked Eoin, turning around.

“Yep.”

“Tell him no. I think we are going to have some spare, but I’d rather give it to old customers, like Aidan here.” instructed Eoin “Oh, and this is my daughter, Fergie.”

Fergie was a pretty girl, probably my age, with flaming red hair in a long braid that danced behind her back. Her face was round, quite pale and sprinkled with cute freckles. Her blue eyes lingered on me far longer than they did on Aidan, while we introduced ourselves.

“She is going to join her sisters after the fairs! I bet her milk is going to be delicious!” Eoin was saying, very proudly. His daughter rolled her eyes in embarrassment and gave me a shrewd sneer:

“Dad!”

I think I managed to keep my face perfectly still, because she kept looking at me in a friendly way.

“Hey, why don’t you show Leah, here, how we rear our hucows, while we arrange the transportation of Aidan’s? She is going to manage Aidan’s farm soon!” proposed Eoin.

“Wonderful idea!” approved Aidan.

Apparently happy to get out of the spotlight, Fergie gestured to follow her and I hurried after her, noticing that she had a really nice ass. All of a sudden I realized that I was about to think “she is going to be one fine hucow”. Damn! How much did it take for me to start thinking as a farmer?

“Sorry about my dad, I’ve always been the rebel one and he wasn’t sure I would decide to follow my sisters’ path. Then, when I turned eighteen and started attending the fairs with him, I made up my mind, so now he’s acting all proud and excited. Well, how much do you know about hucows?” asked Fergie, as we approached one of them who was being milked.

“Very little.” I answered, a little distracted by the loud smack that the man mounting Bessie made when he slapped her ass. (Mounting? Seriously Leah?)

Fergie seemed bewildered and I blushed.

“Really?”

“Well, it’s all Aidan’s idea. He mostly wants someone to oversee his employees, but I do want to learn more about hucows.” I replied, a little defensive, concentrating on the hucow in front of us, who was staring me curiously.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to criticize.” apologized Fergie with a smile “It’s just unusual to meet anyone here that is not in the scene. Anyhow, this one being milked, here, is Princess.”

You could see how Princess was Fergie’s sister: they had the same eyes and a similar build. Anyhow, the hucow was a few years older, her face was a little more triangular and her lips were pouty. Her breasts were a little smaller than those of the hucows that I had seen at the entrance, but maybe it was an impression due to their hanging attached to two big transparent cups, sprinkled with milk and connected to the pump.

“You see, there is no more milk in her udders.” said Fergie and then, with a smirk at my frowning “Yeah, udders: would you call something this big a boob?”

Princess mooed proudly and Fergie caressed her curly hair fondly.

“Now I am going to unplug the pump. Don’t expect your hucows to warn you when they are empty: they are so horny and sensitive that the mere pumping makes them have micro-climaxes sometimes” she explained, showing me how to do it, while Princess grimaced with her tongue out, bumping on her bull ring. I noticed that she had a big tongue piercing. Fergie probably spotted me looking at it, because she said:

“Yeah, that’s one of the standard piercings. Guys like the sensation of a big barbell when the hucow gives head and serik escort it makes it harder for them to try to articulate words.”

“What’s the purpose of the other piercings?”

“Well, the bull ring can be used to lead them and sometimes tie them, but it’s there mostly for aesthetic reasons. As for the rings on their outer labia, they make it possible to lock their pussies, when you are not sure that the customer will use a condom.”

I was aghast:

“What?” I half-shrieked.

“Ah, don’t take it too hard, we do it for the cows. You see, the point is that, in order to produce milk, they must be fertile. There will always be the idiot who thinks that he can pull out in time and it’s not that complicated to get away with it. The cow may not notice the absence of a condom and the customer can hide from the cameras behind her.”

Princess mooed seemingly in agreement, rolling her eyes.

“How can they not notice that there’s no condom? And if you lock the pussy…” I started.

“Traditionally hucows should be fucked in the ass.” explained Fergie, while Princess leered at me “And as for their sensitivity down there… You have any idea of the number of cocks they see?”

She then proceeded to the next hucow, named Spot, apparently because she had a big birthmark on her shoulder, and let me unplug the milking machine, to see if I had learned. At first, it was awkward to touch a stranger’s boobs, but then I remembered that I had to think of them as udders and everything came more natural to me. Moreover, Spot did not seem much interested in me.

“Where do you buy milking machines for hucows?” I asked, when Fergie patted me encouragingly for my good job.

“Nobody produces them, of course. There are people who adapt goat pumps, though.”

Much to my relief, the man that was humping Bessie had reached climax and was now fastening his belt.

“Everything alright Bessie?” Fergie asked her, patting her cheeks. Bessie looked fine and mooed with a sleepy smile.

“In a moment we are going to clean you, ok girl?” added Fergie. Bessie mooed again, this time with a pleading face.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked worriedly.

Fergie then confidently grabbed the hucow’s udder, nodded to herself, took my hand and placed it on the udder:

“Squeeze a little. Can you feel that it’s full?”

“Yeah.” I confirmed, shamelessly lying.

“See, Bessie here needs to be milked. Wanna give it a try?”

Well, I had learned how to unplug the milking machine, I did not see why not learn how to plug it.

Fergie meticulously got me through the procedure, but before I started, she looked back at her father with a bratty smile and, once she was sure he was not looking, she stopped me:

“Hey, wanna try it the natural way?” she proposed in a whisper. At first, I though that she meant to milk Bessie by hand, but then she made herself more clear by sticking a thumb in her mouth and sucking it.

“What?” I whispered astonished.

“Come on!” Fergie teased me “I do it all the time and my dad is taking Aidan to our trailer!”

And then, without notice, she put her lips on one of Bessie’s udders and gave two powerful sucks, closing her eyes in pleasure, while Bessie mooed softly above us. Fuck it, I tried it too! Bessie’s nipples, as the other cows’, were really long. I never had another woman’s nipple in my mouth! When I sucked it, a trickle of warm milk entered my mouth and it was the weirdest thing ever! It did not taste quite like normal milk, but I liked it.

“Shit it’s good! How much was it worth?” I asked grinning to Fergie, who was quite satisfied with her successful corruption attempt on me.

“You don’t wanna know!”

After I successfully fastened the milking machine to Bessie, who seemed quite eager to be emptied, we headed for the opposite part of the fence, apparently to clean her.

“Isn’t your dad pissed that you drink his milk?” I asked, now that I and Fergie had bonded with our little mischief.

“He’s never caught me and it’s not a big deal. Our main revenue comes from him pimping my sisters out.” said Fergie lightly, so that I felt bold enough to pop the big question that had been buzzing in my head until then:

“So, these are all your sisters?”

The cowgirl did not give any sign of being fazed by the topic.

“Yeah, I mean… No, two of them are my half sisters, but I don’t pay attention to such silly details. Oh, and I also have a brother, who managed to skip this fair leaving me to do most of the work!”

We entered the corral and we were now facing three asses in display. I noticed that each of the hucows had their name tattooed on their lower back in ornate letters.

“What name are you going to choose you become a hucow? I mean, I assume that Spot was not the original name of your sister.”

Fergie was wearing a pair of working gloves, not unlike those used by common farmers in appearance, but I could see that the fabric was very smooth.

“The hucow does not choose her name.” she said, examining expertly her sister’s asshole “But my father, in his excitement, revealed to me that I’m going to be Cheeky.”

I snickered:

“I think it’s perfect!”

Fergie sneered and slapped Bessie’s buttock:

“Yeah, no shit.” she commented and then, with louder voice, she said “Hey Bessie, come on girl, squirt it out!”

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Dear Shoeblossom:

It is so weird writing to you! I’m almost twenty-one, and don’t know a whole lot about dominance and submission, except that my stepbrother Ludovic is into it, and I’ve gotten involved in it with him.

Kinda. Ludovic is just the sweetest guy, and he raised me after my stepdad left and my mom was committed to the nuthouse for schizophrenia.

I was only twenty years old then, never knew my father, and Ludovic, who is a fairly prosperous chiropractor here in Teehan, took me in.

He’d always been real nice since his dad and my mom married, you know, gifts, and taking my girlfriends and I out to movies and dinner….

Ludovic is like eighteen or twenty years older than I am, he’s actually a much more decent guy than his own dad is…and he was appalled when I was left alone!

“Come on, Felicity, you’re moving in with Olene and I!” What a cool guy.

Ludovic’s girlfriend Olene was a strange chick, kind of Goth, and the first time I saw her hitting him, I almost ran into the bedroom, but lucky for me, I peeked first, to take in the situation.

At this point I’d been living with Ludovic about a year, and he mostly let me do my own thing, and I’d been tippie toeing into the house after a drunken night out with the girls. And I heard this whacking sound, and Ludovic screaming.

So I peeked into his bedroom and it was some weird shit. Olene had Ludovic bound over the high laundry basket, with his freaking’ head in the basket, right?

And he was in his birthday suit—she was wearing kind of a tacky leather shortie dress—hurt my fashion sense just to look at it, but there WAS a plunging cleavage.

And she was using a saucepan from the kitchen as a paddle, and making really nasty red marks on Ludovic’s bare butt.

Right, hitting him four or five times, and then she like, pulled him out of the laundry basket and turned him around, and Ludovic was crying, like something awful…

Again, it was weird, because Ludovic weighs about 185 and is a rugby player, and he does tennis, too. Olene weighs about 105.

Ludovic could easily have knocked her across the friggin’ bedroom, but when she brought him out of the weird-ass laundry basket he was really apologetic.

“P-please Mistress Olene…let me beg your forgiveness.”

Those were his words, and then the little bitch whacked him in the BALLS with the saucepan and he fell on the floor, moaning.

Again I was going to charge in there, but then Ludovic began kissing her feet.

“It’s BDSM” my friend Narnia told me the next day in the cafeteria.

“Leather and whips and chains…my uncle is into it, but he likes to hit, not BE hit. The saucepan thing’s nothing I ever heard of though.”

Narnie lent me a book she’d heisted from her uncle’s trailer, and damn, I learned about some shit when I read about BDSM, boy.

Also, in the book they mentioned that you were the “preeminent BDSM columnist in the country” and that must be so cool for you, Shoeblossom!

One day I came home from college early, and Ludovic was actually wearing a pink shortie nightgown—quite a disgusting contrast with his hairy legs—and mopping the dining room floor.

But Olene, who was lounging in front of “General Hospital”, told me to relax.

“Come sit in front of the tube, Felicity…its okay.

Your big brother is just getting the home chores done.” Then, as Ludovic was still pausing to stare, Olene hopped up and picked up her trusty saucepan.

As I watched, Olene jerked Ludovic over the sofa armrest, pulling up his pink nightie and pulling down pinker panties, and she then whacked his bare ass with the saucepan, using an arm that really could have been borrowed by Venus Williams.

“Did I tell you that you could gape at your little stepsister; didn’t I say you were to clean the goddamn house? Huh?”

Jesus, and the saucepan turned poor Ludovic’s butt into hamburger meat, and I just kind of stood there with my book bag.

Then she let Ludovic get up, and he was sniffling, tears coming down his face.

“I-I’m sorry, Felicity, but-but as part of my training-I-decided you should know about my slavery, since Olene spotted you peeking in at us anyway.” And then he began just sobbing, and I dropped my bag and went over and gave him a hug.

“It’s okay, Ludovic, you don’t have to worry…just clean the house like a good boy, and don’t piss Auntie Olene off, and you’ll be just fine.”

If I hadn’t observed him before, I would’ve wanted to kick Olene’s ass for what she was doing to my kind, gentle stepbrother, but I’d seen all the stuff before, and now of course his dick was just konyaaltı escort straining with the thrill of humiliation….

Right, being embarrassed in front of a high school senior!

“He’s worthless, Felicity.” Olene said determinedly.

“He thinks you should be so impressed by him, because he’s a big medical guy, but he’s just a worthless little pud-pounding pervert. I’ll prove it.

Take off your nightgown, and your panties, and pound your pud, pervert! Go ahead!”

Ludovic looked at Olene with pleading eyes. “I can’t…she’s just a kid. It wouldn’t be fair…”

“I’m twenty years old, Ludovic, if you want to pound, pound away” I said helpfully. Shit, if he was going to mop the floors around here, I’d have almost no chores at all!

Ludovic’s lower lip trembled, and fresh tears came, but finally he stripped off his night gown and panties and knelt on the floor in front of me and began playing with his ding-dong.

I helped by dropping my leather jacket and unbuttoning my and showed him a nice glimpse of bright mauve bra…and my nice cleavage…and he jerked faster…

But then, as Ludovic’s legs were beginning to quiver, I think Olene got annoyed—she’s cute, but she ain’t young little me—and she took up the fireplace poker, after poking the fireplace just a bit.

Leaning over she dotted poor Ludovic on the tip of his wiener with the poker and he howled. And yup, his erection was gone.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I, you worthless, sick, chicken-choking chump!”

Then, with absolute rage in her eyes, Olene touched the end of the poker to Ludovic’s right nipple, this time pressing it just a bit more, and he howled miserably, and rolled around on the floor.

As he rolled, Olene took up a long rattan cane that was lying on the coffee table and she whipped his bare butt and thighs, making poor Ludovic scream with pain and terror.

As I said, I would’ve intervened, but man, his dick just got harder and harder. He looked like he might cum any second.

Finally, Olene made him kiss my patent leather Mary Janes and apologize for his sick behavior…

Yes, he kissed them, and I patted his head and went upstairs to work on my geometry. I heard some howling and yowling from below, but then I just put my headphones on and listened to Miley Cyrus.

Later, both fully dressed, Ludovic and Olene came and knocked on my door, and they were fully normal again—

Olene treating Ludovic with good girl friendly respect, and we all went out to the Teehan Creek Steakhouse, and then to see “Capote” which was just a weird fuckin’ movie.

But then later when I was asleep, I heard noises and got up, and peered in the hall, and damned if Olene wasn’t butt-fucking Ludovic with a dildo while he gritted his teeth.

When she saw me looking out, she said

“Felicity, come out here, do you have to pee? If you do, you can do it in Ludovic’s mouth while I work on him back here.”

What a girl does for her allowance, man…you always earn it, right?

So I just kind of stepped around them and minded my business for about another year, year and a half. I noted weird stuff, saw strap-on dildos, and all that. But you know, Ludovic didn’t comment on me coming in the house stinking of wine, why should I get on him about kinky sex, right?

But then he and Olene broke up.

And poor Ludovic, he began looking down in the mouth. I couldn’t have this. Shoeblossom, my mother was such a cunt to me, and Ludovic was so different—

Yes, he gave me stuff, tutored me into being almost an Honor student, and encouraged me in my hobbies, baton-twirling, Hannah Montana worship, all of it.

So one day when he was napping in the nude, which he always did, Narnia and I sneaked into his room with a thick length of rope.

I tied his wrists together and then used the rest of the rope to tie his ankles as well—and there was about a foot of rope between them.

When Ludovic awakened, his hands and feet were tied together behind his back—he was hogtied!

And he blinked sleepily at Narnia and I, and we were laughing at him! Narnia and I are both quite easy on the eyes—

I have curly brown hair that bounces, and fairly nice boobs, and Narnia won a Honorable Mention T-shirt at a Mary Kate Olsen look-alike contest that Teehan County Radio was having last year.

We were both stripped down to our bikini underwear, and I was shaking my belly at Ludovic when his eyes opened.

And his dick went hard! Ludovic always had a crush on me, but he never made a move—jailbait, and besides, muratpaşa escort he was too nice of a guy, but here it was, right in his face, right?

“What-what the fuck’s going on, Felicity?”

Ludovic asked, his tongue hanging out.

“Are you—insane?” I picked up Olene’s short dog-whip (she just had a shitload of kinky stuff in the closet) and I whacked him across the dick, and he howled.

“That’s Mistress Felicity to you, Ludovic.” I said sternly.

“Mistress Narnia and I have decided we don’t like you napping on your day off when you could be serving us, we’re your strict Mistresses.”

Of course, Shoeblossom, you can imagine that we had no idea what the fuck we were doing—barely eighteen years old and still in high school.

Narnia had kissed the blarney stone at some point, though—she stepped over to the wondering Ludovic.

“You perverted little bastard, how dare you feast your eyes on our youthful, glorious bodies…don’t you feel serious compunctions about staring at under aged princesses such as Mistress Felicity and myself?”

“But-you’re not under aged…and hell, I didn’t ask to be tied up. What are you doing prancing around in your underwear?”

Ludovic’s rational thinking was an apparent turn off to Narnia, because she reached over and slapped his face lightly.

“How dare you sass me? Do you want me to go back in the other room and get dressed again? We both can, you know.

Or we can give you the punishment you deserve.”

This was smart—a good way for Narnia to determine if we were doing Ludovic a favor or just upsetting him, without getting out of the mood, so to speak.

Narnia was always the smart one of our group.

She might’ve made it to college if her brother’s meth lab hadn’t blown the whole family to smithereens last May.

Ludovic gaped, and then said timidly.

“Well, as you Mistresses aren’t actually underage, and I’m not technically related to Felicity, perhaps—perhaps I should receive my punishment!”

It’s been like, a totally weird twenty-eight months, Shoeblossom. Ludo and I are still living together, but I’ve moved into his master bedroom,.

Yes, and whaddya know, he’s taken up residence in the closet.

Or sometimes in the attic, when he’s getting on my nerves.

In the summer, I moved him to the backyard to live in a small dog kennel, which is somewhat cramped, and the mosquitoes can be an ordeal for him.

I’m a sophomore at Teehan State now, a cartography major, hope to do maps for the County some day.

I have a boyfriend too, Dennys, and he knows about my interesting relationship with my stepbrother.

It weirded Dennys out at first, we’d be kissing in the living room, on the sofa, while Ludo knelt naked in the corner. Then I’d whistle, or snap my fingers, and bingo, we’d be served tea or beer or something.

When Dennys and I fucking in the master bedroom, I have Ludo standing at attention at the end of the bed, his cock is always hard.

Sometimes I order Ludo to grease up my slit with his tongue, or lick the tip of Dennys’s cock, just to get it real hard. (I tell him to close his eyes and think about Pamela Anderson).

Other times when it’s just us, Ludo stands at attention, nude as always, and I do fun casual shit like pull down my top and begin licking my boobs, or touch my crotch and moan.

Ludo pants a lot, and sometimes I let him take down my shorts and lick me until I squeal and cum! I love my step-brother, and I’ve trained his tongue well!

Not just for me, but some women in my seminar, and the two old maid sisters next door, Merrigrace and Annabel Muldoon!

When Annabel sits on Ludo’s face, she almost crushes him with 250 pounds of butt—and she don’t bathe down there either.

Ludo much prefers my little 105 pound body hovering over his anxious lips, you know?

And I’m a face sitting fanatic! Sit and cum, again and again and again…and after it’s over, Ludo gives me awesome backrubs, and cuddles me, telling me I’m the best thing that ever happened to him! That’s pretty cool, considering I won’t fuck him, or even let him jerk off more than twice a month…

I’ve read a lot from the people who write you, Shoeblossom, about chastity belts and teasing and denial—a horny guy is really the best thing to have around, especially if you’re NOT going to fuck him!

At times I’ll bind Ludo up and give him real slow penis massages while we watch the tube.

And then after the show, I quiz him on what we watched.

Tragically, he can never remember the serik escort plots, or much of anything, when I ask him about “Medium” or “Project Runway”.

Even the details of “The Office” which is one of Ludo’s favorites, is lost to him, he’s utterly useless, when I’ve been stroking his dickie bird…

And then I must penalize him.

It’s not good to have a poor memory.

Out comes the saucepan! That thing really can do a NUMBER on Ludo’s butt. I always tease him for crying like a little bitch. I mean, really.

Sometimes I let Ludo jerk off—

I’ve never had to put him in chastity, he’s utterly submissive, and even calls me up when he’s horny, and takes the cell in the bathroom at work and jerks his dick while I talk sexy to him—but stops before he’s about to cum!

He comes home every night with really heavy, leaden balls, and then I tease him some more, either in front of TV or I tie him to the rail of the back porch and stroke his dick there, stopping at the crucial point!

The bed is for me and Dennys, and Ludo isn’t allowed there.

Lately, when I do decide he’s allowed to cum, I think jerking off is too easy—so I have him rub his dick on the hot radiator, or on the side of the wet shower wall.

I time him—if he can’t get a mess out of that in ten minutes, we wait another week, with me teasing constantly, and try again.

Last summer we took a trip, driving through the state, and at one point we saw this abandoned old barn, and I took Ludo in, ordering him to strip off his clothes.

He gets so horny and humiliated when he’s naked and I’m dressed, which is most of the time.

I found a stepladder, and tied Ludo’s wrists to the barn rafters, and then uncoiled my little dog-whip, and thrashed Ludo for a good half hour.

He’s a screamer!

Biting his tongue, trying not to make noise, and then blubbering like a baby when I caught that sensitive area right under his butt cheeks.

I cracked his nipples a couple of times, too.

My aim has gotten deadly in the past two years.

Then I noticed there was a hornet’s nest near the barn roof, and I cracked that, too, and when the hornets came out, I ran out of the barn and closed the door, and it was bloody murder, the way poor Ludo was screaming!

He was stung twenty-seven times, but he’s a healthy émigré from the Eastern Bloc, came here as a muscled lad of nineteen, and he survived it well, and even, while I was putting iodine on the stings, told me that I was “inventive”.

Hey, why not?

Like I said earlier, I mostly do this to make Ludo happy. It’s not a big thrill for me.

He’s just been so nice to me, and bitchin’ oral sex and getting all the housework done aside, it’s not that big a thrill for me.

The poor bastard is going to have one hell of a time trying to find women who will please him this way, I guess.

Sometimes I just don’t have the energy to fiddle around with him, so I take him up to the attic and just cuff him into an uncomfortable position, shove a huge dildo in his mouth, clip his nipples, and leave for eight hours.

Then I hang out, drive my car, see my buddies…when I come back, Ludo is super submissive, and his dick is incredibly hard.

Of course then he’s not been to the bathroom, and there are puddles on the floor, so I generally use the cat o nine tails on his ass as he scurries to clean up the mess.

If he’s just peed himself, I make him lick it up, otherwise I’m merciful and make him get a sponge.

God, he’s the sweetest man.

He always makes me breakfast, and then, if he doesn’t have morning appointments, he takes me into the bathroom, and undresses me and bathes me in the tub, which he’s filled with bath scents.

The care and patience he spends rubbing various cleansing lotions and creams all over my body (spending an inordinate amount of time on my tits and ass, and my long slim neck) is amazing!

Then he trims my pubic hair, as I tease him about how much Dennys will like that.

Sometimes I lie and tell poor Ludo that many men will be fucking me, taking turns, while he’ll just have to clean me up when I get home.

Sometimes I rub sour cream between my legs, and make him think I’ve just been gang-banged, and his poor dick is so hard while he licks it all up!

Last night I tied him to a tree. It was raining, but not too hard, but I thought Ludo might enjoy being real close to nature.

When I brought him in this morning, I was a little worried, because he was naked and sneezing, but he recovered fast, and wanted to give me my bath and spoon feed me his homemade lobster bisque. It’s a life I’ve grown used to!

Thanks for reading…

Felicity Bohannon

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Dear Felicity:

This is quite a positive twist on the Cinderella story! Send me updates! Kedrin and Debran Zalewski, the twin dominant nieces in “LETTER FROM SEATTLE” have a similar relationship with their uncle…20 year old girls can be evil!

Best, Shoeblossom

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The darkness of the Brazilian night accepted Laura like a welcoming friend. Slipping through the shadows she made her way swiftly through the back streets. She was approaching her destination when a sound ahead stopped her. A soft pattering noise was coming from the alleyway ahead. With a smile on her face hidden beneath her face mask Laura stealthily approached. Sneaking a quick peek around the corner she discovered that her guess had been right. Situated to the one side of a set of rubbish bins and old crates, two women had let down their skirts and panties and were now busily decorating the paved stone flooring with the combined flowing stains of their piss showers.

Laura’s night sensor brightly illuminated the two fast flowing streams of the piss flowing from the pussies of the two women. Their spent pee pools glowed hotly in her bright green display as did their urine showers as they rained downwards between their legs. Wanting a more lifelike taste of the women’s toilet Laura flipped her night lenses upwards and stole another peek at the two women. There was just enough light in the alleyway to betray their actions. A much better indication of their deed was the sound of their combined pissing which echoed loudly in the confines of the alleyway. The two pissing women were both young and attractive, the first with dark flowing curls, the second a short cropped blond. Between their knees, both had equally skimpy underwear on display whilst between their legs their pissing pussies were hidden by the darkness.

Laura flipped her night filter back into display. She felt cheated that between her expensive equipment and her own superbly trained night sight, she could not discern the women’s vaginas. She loved watched people pee, men and women alike. However she especially loved looking at the way in which piss would squirt from a pussy. She adored being naughty and squirting her own golden streams in naughty and exciting places. Most of all she loved looking at the different shapes and sizes of women’s pussies. Also, there was the indefinable pleasure of viewing the almost infinite different styles in which women would shave (or leave untouched) their mass of pubic hair.

The sound of flowing pee was being to die down now. With one final, green tinted looked at the urinating beauties, Laura stole away. Spying on the two women whilst they relieved themselves in a back alley had stirred up Laura’s sex drive. Now she had a clear idea of how to exact her revenge in Montier’s base of operations. All that remained now was to reach her destination.

Ten minutes later and Laura’s black clad athletic body was sliding in through an open window in the side of the street level warehouse. Broken glass littered the floor easily identifiable with the bright moonbeams streaming in from outside. The windows ran the entire length of the far wall whilst another bank of larger, frosted glass covered the opposing wall. Casting off her night vision and black hood, Laura shook her hair free. Long brown tussles fell down her shoulders as she reached for the central suit zipper. Undoing it down her body she then started to peel back the black fabric and exposing her soft creamy skin underneath. Her large breasts fell free of their restraint, large and firm on her chest. Bending down, her tits jutting forwards, Laura exposed her wide naked buttocks and the clear outline of her pubic mass as she wriggled free from the last constraints of her stealth suit.

Once completed naked she stepped away from her outfit and started to steal around the room looking with interest at Montier’s gathered notes and artefacts. Sheets of paper and notes lay littered everywhere. Idly she lifted up a discarded folder konyaalti escort bayan and quickly scanned through its contents. Not finding anything of interest she placed it back on the table where she had found it. By now the ache in her bladder had grown quite uncomfortable and she knew it was now time for her to have a wee. Padding softly over the cold floor Laura approached the doorway. She was going to leave Montier a nice large piss puddle on the floor for him to discover in the morning. Squatting down Laura brought her bum cheeks and pussy lips to within inches of the flooring. With a delicious initial squeeze Laura sent a hot thick stream of piss squirting over the office tiles. Her peeing was accompanied by a loud hiss and patter as her urine splashed down onto the floor.

Startled by the noisiness of her piss Laura decided it might be safer to find a quieter location to relive herself in. Standing up from her squat she admired the surprising large damp stain on the floor. She really had been bursting but now she really needed to continue her piss. Practically hopping from foot to foot Laura approached a rank of filing cabinets. Sliding out the bottom drawer of one such cabinet she resumed her squatting posture, this time allowing her pussy to hover immediately over the combined sets of files and folders insider. This time when she started to wee her escaping piss made a much softer noise as it rained downwards. Between her legs, her golden shower jetted from out of her open pee hole and sprayed the paper inside the cabinet with her hot deluge. This was much more fun than simply peeing on the floor and Laura continued her new wee for several long seconds.

The hiss of her escaping pee shower began to dwindle as Laura slowed her toilet of hot piss into the filing cabinet. With one last long and delicious squirt of pee into the open drawer beneath her form, she ceased her peeing. Standing up she grabbed a small stack of papers from off the top of cabinets before proceeding to wipe her pussy dry. Throwing the discarded pee stained papers to the floor she resumed her walk around the room.

At the far end lay a large wooden desk. Behind it was a dark chair made from leather and wood. Placing her bare buttocks down on its surface Laura found it quite comfortable once she had got past the initial chill. Sliding open the drawers she started to ransack the desk looking for clues as to Montier’s next assignment. It wasn’t long before she found the Vodka bottle. Undoing the top she took an experimental sniff. It smelt good so she took a quick swig. The drink felt like a smooth liquid fire as it slid down her throat and into her belly. Laura was tempted for a second dose but common sense advised against it.

She was just about to return the bottle to its home when a very naughty idea came to her. Moving the still uncapped bottle down her hairy vagina she parted her legs and allowed the bottle mouth to come into contact with her pussy lips. With a look of deep satisfaction on her pretty face, Laura started to have a piss. This time when her hot stream of fast flowing urine escaped her pee hole it immediately shot into the whisky bottle.

Staring down at the spectacle going on between her legs Laura enjoyed the show of witnessing herself pee into the bottle. Her fast flowing piss squirt was flowing over the glass walls and flowing downwards to mix with the Vodka. There wasn’t enough light to allow Laura to see the colour of her wee, but she knew that as long as she limited herself to just a quick piss then her deed should go unnoticed.

After capping the pee contaminated Vodka bottle she slid muratpasa escort bayan the drawer shut with the evidence inside. The next drawer proved to be a little more interesting although it took Laura a few seconds to absorb the significance of the paperwork. Her brain and hormones were still racing from her recent deeds. Piss vandalism was such an intoxicating way of extracting her revenge and she already begin to think of new ideas of where to have her next pee. The sheer sense of freedom of being able to spray her pussy shower where ever she liked, was already proving to be an incredible turn on. In fact her fingers were already exploring the region about her moist pussy hole as she held up the new papers into the moonlight streaming down from the wall windows.

Suddenly the significance of her find impacted on her brain. Her left hand came up to join the right that was holding these now so important pieces of paper. Laura had immediately recognised the picture of the artistic impression of a tall throne of skulls. This was the famed centrepiece from the ‘El Teatro de la Muerte’ or ‘Theatre of Death’ belonging to an Inca king named Atahualpa whose taste in cruelty knew few bounds. Laura had been looking for evidence of the existence of the throne for many years and at last she held the proof she needed in her hands.

Her hands were shaking as she placed the documents on the table top. Running back to her suit she extracted her small spy camera and quickly returned to the desk. Flicking through the important notes she snapped away until all the images were safely stored in her camera. By now she was feeling something close to rage at the fact that her nemesis had discovered the location of the throne before her. What remained to do now was to destroy Montier’s notes so he couldn’t follow her into the depths of Mexico as she sought out the ruined temple and its legendary contents.

Grabbing a permanent black marker pen from the desk she decided she would leave Montier a suitable note. In large letters she wrote the following on the wood of the desk; ‘Montier. I would rather take a piss on the Atahualpa’s throne than have you defile its home with your presence. Now that I have your notes I intend to do just that. Love Laura’.

Putting the pen down Laura stared at her handiwork. It seemed a suitable taunt but there was still something missing. Gathering up the notes that referred to the tomb and the sacred throne she placed them in a pile on the desk top. Without wasting another second clambered up onto the desk and carefully lowered her body down into a pee squat above the notes. With a satisfied check as to the distance between her pussy hole and the paperwork Laura started to pee.

Immediately a thick squirting shower of hot female urine splattered downwards. The initial impact point of her wee on the wood was accompanied by a loud pattering as she continued her toilet. Hot golden relief splattered over the desktop and the paper notes staining them immediately with her piss. Laura squirted harder ensuring that the main point where her piss hit the desk was in the exact centre of the notes. Splashes of piss bounced into the air with the force of her urine shower splashing down on the paper work. The notes themselves were already a piss soaked mess, the edges turning inwards as they absorbed more and more of Laura’s hot wee.

Laura was enjoying herself immensely with her latest piss. She remembered the women in the alleyway and how turned on she had been after witnessing them pissing over the alleyway floor. She wondered now what they might have made of her own antics in pissing over serik escort bayan this desk in such a deliciously naughty manner.

The hot stream of pee was still flowing strongly from her pussy lips when suddenly Laura heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the office door. With horror she looked away from the display going on between her creamy legs to instead stare at the door. She had only just managed to hold her pee back in when the door opened and in walked a monster of a man. He had to be six foot ten at least, his massive bulk filling the doorway. Laura felt like she had been frozen in place as the guard took in the spectacle in front of him. There she was, completely naked with her large breasts and pussy on complete display. Between her parted legs the evidence on the table betrayed her actions. The piss soaked note paper and the pee puddle on the surrounding wooden top was a sure telltale sign. As was the soft dripping sound her spent wee was making as it fell off the edge of the table and onto the floor.

Slowly the guard eyes moved up Laura’s naked form. No expression betrayed his thoughts until their eyes met. Suddenly his ugly face took on a grimace of rage and he sprang to life. Charging at Laura’s position he roared out loud, a dark metal prod appearing in one hand. This broke Laura out of her trance just in time. The prod like device flew through the air as the burly guard slammed it towards the spot on the desk she had been occupying. At the last possible moment Laura leapt from her squatting posture, her naked body arching backwards as she somersaulted.

The metal device slammed into the wood just missing Laura. A loud flash burst from the desk and as a Laura landed she could clearly smell the unmistakeable stench of ozone in the air. Her body roll brought to her feet within seconds and she curled like a cat ready to pounce whilst her eyes sought out her opponent. It took a moment for the facts of what had just happened to register in Laura’s brain. Slowly she stood up tall, pale moonlight washing over her nude form.

The guard lay in a unconscious heap on the floor, the metal device he had been holding still clutched in his hand. She recognised it now as an electric shock prod and that proved her initial suspicion about the events that had just unfolded. The electrically charged end of the prod had missed her by bare inches as she had leapt clear. However the device had continued downwards bringing the prod into contact with the pee puddle she had made on the desk. The resulting mixture of urine and electricity had reacted badly together as the guard had immediately discovered.

With a satisfied grin on her face Laura walked over to the crumpled form of the man on the floor. Parting her legs in front of his head took great delight in sending a squirting shower of her piss downwards and all over his face. ‘That will teach him to attack a nude woman having a wee,’ she thought. Staring past her large hardened tits at the spectacle of her pissing pussy and the sight of her pee hitting the unconscious guard, Laura decided she would finish the rest of her wee all over him.

Moving up and down the unconscious hulk of a man, she enjoyed the thrill of having a quick pee over him from different positions. Finally Laura exhausted her bladder’s amply supply of urine and she finished her toilet with one final little shower over the guard’s pants. This made her laugh out loud as she finished her leak as it gave the convincing appearance that the guard had wet himself.

Dressing back into her stealth suit, Laura hid her nude body within its tight fitting confines. Snapping the night visor back into place she slid like a ghost out of the window and returned to the Brazilian night. She was already planning her trip to Mexico which should prove to be a pleasurable experience. If nothing else there was a particular fetish night club that she had frequented in the past that she now had every intention of returning to. Softly padding her way across the moonlight street she reached an alleyway and then vanished into its welcoming shadows.

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