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I arrive home from work one night to find you waiting for me at the door with an excited look on your face. You hug me and ask, “Guess who called me today?”

Before I can answer you exclaim, “Julie! She’s in town on business and wants to come over tonight! Dinner’s ready, after you eat you should grab a shower. It should be a very interesting night.”

“You think something will happen?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, something will happen, even if I have to rape her!” you say and we both laugh.

We eat our dinner quickly as you tell me about your day. You tell me that you got the call early this morning and have spent the day preparing for tonight. You say that you took a very long bath and shaved everything while you made your plans. You have decided that even though Julie was the dominate one in your early days you’ve decided tonight you are going to be in control of everything. I tell you I’m game for anything you have in mind.

You rush me to the bathroom and strip off all my clothing. You start the shower and tell me to get in. You close the door behind me and I wash my hair and start to lather up. When my back is turned, I hear the door open and you climb in with me. “Thought you might need me to wash your back for you.” you say.

I look back and smile to see your naked body just inches from me. I reach back and rub your hip but you push my hand away. “Uhn uh, not until later Baby. Let me just take care of you.” you whisper.

You soap up my back, washing and massaging me at the same time. After a few minutes, you work your way down to my ass, washing and massaging there also. I moan as you press a finger against my anus. You reach around, grabbing my chest and pull my back against you. I feel your breasts pushed hard against my back, your mound against my ass.

You reach around and start stroking my hardening cock. You push a soaped up finger into my ass as I grunt. You stroke me off as you finger my ass and kiss my back. Just as I start to feel my orgasm approaching you stop and get out of the shower.

Bewildered I ask, “What are you doing?”

You peek in the shower and say, “Just trying to get you worked up for tonight, Baby. During my bath I brought myself right to the brink ten times, when I cum tonight I am going to explode all over Julie’s face. I might even pass out!” you say, laughing. “Finish up in there, I’ll get your clothes.”

I rinse off as I catch my breath. I step out of the shower to find you waiting for me with a towel. You dry me off with the towel except for my chest, ass and cock. Those you dry off with your tongue, licking me dry. You help me into my clothes. You’ve picked out my black dress shirt and tight black jeans and no underwear.

You lead me into the bedroom and I help you into your clothes. You choose a matching black lace set of bra and panties. You put on a sexy black button down blouse and a white tight skirt with a slit down the side.

We wait in the living room for the next half hour for Julie to arrive. We are so excited we can’t keep our hands, lips or tongues off of each other. We are passionately making out when the door bell rings.

You rush to the door and open it. You and Julie both let out a little scream and hug each other tightly. I walk up behind you and put my hand on your shoulder. Surprised, you glance at me and then turn back to Julie and say, “Julie, this my husband!”

Julie and I exchange pleasantries as you two separate. We invite Julie in and she hands you a bottle of wine. I get some glasses and we sit down on the couch as Julie sits on the love seat across from us. We all drink as the two of you talk about the old days, reminiscing about school, old friends and your times hanging out together.

Julie makes a sly reference to your intimate times together and you laugh and squeeze my thigh. “I’ve told him all about those times,” you say.

Julie laughs and asks me, “Does the thought of the two of us together turn you on?”

“Oh God yes!” I say in almost a whisper and everyone laughs.

You finish off your glass of wine, get up and go sit next to Julie on the love seat. You move in close and kiss her deeply. She’s surprised but she kisses you back. You push her down on to her back and kiss her hard, forcing your tongue into her mouth. You seperate for a moment and Julie laughs and asks, “What’s gotten into you?”

“All those years, you always took the lead. This is my house, tonight I’m in charge. Understand?” you ask.

“Oh yeah,” Julie moans.

You start kissing and biting her neck as you unbutton her shirt. You kiss and lick every inch of her chest and stomach as you unclasp her bra. You slip her bra off and start licking her breasts slowly working your way to her nipples. You lick and suck hard on her nipples as she grabs your hair. You bite down on her nipple as she cries uydukent escort out pulling hard on your hair. You suck, lick and bite her nipples until she can’t take anymore. She pushes your head down her body. You kiss your way down to her navel and then you slide off the love seat and down on to your knees in front her.

Full of lust, you yank her pants down and off her. You push her legs apart and start licking and sucking on her inner thighs. I’m worried Julie is going to hyperventilate as she writhes on the love seat. You kiss her mound through her silk panties and lick her wet spot. You moan at the taste of her pussy and go crazy on her cunt. You lick and kiss her through her panties as she humps your face. You pull your head back and tear her panties off of her. You dive back in sucking and licking her hardened clit. She grabs you by the hair and I can see she’s going to cum any second now. You realize it too and you pull away from her.

Julie gasps, “What? No, please…”

You cut her off, “You don’t get to cum yet, Bitch! I told you I’m in charge tonight!”

You stand up in front her and order her to take your clothes off. Julie meekly kneels before you and starts unbuttoning your shirt. When your shirt is open she stands and runs her hands all over the bare skin of your chest, stomach and back. She replaces her hands with her lips and tongue, kissing and licking you as she pushes your shirt off your shoulders. She reaches back and unclasps your bra, pulling it off of you. She covers your breasts with licks and tiny bites until she gets to your nipples. She sucks hard on your nipples until your knees start to shake. You push her down and tell her to take off your skirt and panties.

Julie unzips your skirt and slips it off your hips. She kisses your thighs as she pulls off your panties. “Lay down on your back on the floor!” you demand.

Julie lays down and you kneel down over her face. You stare into her eyes as you lower your pussy down to her mouth. She passionately goes to work on you, working from her clit all the way down to your asshole and then back again. She stares up at you as she sucks hard on your clit. You grab a pillow from the love seat and put it up to your face. You scream into the pillow as your entire body shakes. True to your word from earlier, you explode all over Julie’s face. Julie keeps licking you as your juices run all down her cheeks and chin. You drop the pillow and fall over against the love seat. Julie rolls over to keep licking and kissing your sopping wet pussy.

When you’re so sensitive you can’t take anymore she kisses her way up your body until she reaches your lips. You kiss for a few minutes while the passion rises ending with you licking your juices off of her face. You hold each other’s naked bodies close as you look over into my eyes.

“I think we forgot about someone,” you whisper into Julie’s ear.

Julie turns and smiles at me. “Can he join us?” she asks.

“Of course,” you reply. You look at me and order me to strip.

I stand up and slowly unbutton and remove my shirt. You both watch me intently as you gently stroke each others’ bodies. I turn around, unzip and slowly slide my jeans down. I hear Julie gently moan, “Nice ass…”

I step out of my jeans and turn around. Julie’s eyes never leave my hard cock as she slowly licks her lips. You notice Julie’s obsessed look and ask her, “Didn’t I tell you he had a nice cock?”

Julie nods but never takes her eyes off of me. You ask, “Do you want to suck it?”

Julie nods again and you order me to come over. I step over closer and you order me to drop down to my knees. You tell Julie, “Suck his cock!”

She gives you a look to make sure it’s okay and then quickly bends over taking me into your mouth. She takes me all the way down to the base of my cock, I can feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. She eases her way back up until just the tip is in her mouth, then starts swirling har tongue all over my shaft. As she keeps working on my cock, you lean over and start sucking and licking my nipples.

After a few moments, you move behind me and start kissing my ass. You spread my cheeks and start licking my anus. Julie starts sucking me faster as you push your tongue into my ass. I groan and start breathing faster. My body tenses up and I explode into Julie’s mouth. I’m so turned on I just keep cumming in her mouth over and over again. I look down to see my cum leaking out of her mouth and down her chin. I start feeling weak and I pull out of her mouth and lay down on the floor.

You move in on Julie and start licking my cum off her chin. You kiss her, pushing your tongue into her mouth to taste me. You kiss her for a few moments and then turn to take me into your mouth. You lick up and swallow the last of my cum. You move up to kiss me and zeytinburnu escort then turn to kiss Julie again.

Julie sits up and leans against the love seat, you and I sit up and lean against the couch. I whisper in your ear, loud enough for Julie to hear, “Someone hasn’t cum yet.”

“Oh yeah, what should we do about it?” you ask.

“Maybe she should take three turns on the pillow,” I suggest.

Julie starts laughing and asks, “You told him about that???”

“Of course, I told him everything, and I think he’s right. You have been a very naughty girl, you ate my pussy, you sucked my husbands cock and swallowed almost all of it, leaving me hardly any. You need to be punished!” you say as you reach up on to the couch, grab a pillow and throw it at her.

“Do it, Bitch! Three turns on the pillow, now!” you order.

“Yes Mistress,” she meekly replies as she places the pillow on the floor.

We cuddle up together as Julie mounts the pillow. She starts rubbing her pussy against the pillow as she rubs her breasts. She pinches her nipples and quickens her pace. Within seconds her body tenses up and she cries out. She cums so hard that she sprays the pillow with her juices.

As Julie catches her breath you reach over and start squeezing my cock. I kiss you and start softly rubbing your mound and outer lips. “That’s enough rest, go again!” you order Julie.

Julie takes a deep breath and starts rubbing herself against the pillow. You demand that she spank herself. She reaches back and starts slapping her ass, softly at first, then harder and faster. The sound of skin smacking against skin and her moans makes my cock start to harden and your pussy starts getting wet. She looks over with sleepy eyes, sees us touching each other and explodes a second time.

We let her recover for a few moments and then you order her to taste herself. She reaches down between her legs, then brings her fingers up to her mouth. She stares into my eyes and licks and sucks her fingers clean. “I want a taste,” I whisper to you.

“Get over here!” you order her.

She walks over to us. You tell her to turn around and bend over. I move up to her, grab her ass and lick her pussy clean. “How does she taste?” you ask.

“See for yourself,” I reply.

You kneel behind her and push your tongue deep into her cunt. She moans as you tongue fuck her moist hole. You pull your head back and say, “Mmm, not bad. Now you have one more turn.”

You smack her ass hard and she yelps. Submissively, she kneels back down on the pillow. She starts spanking her ass again as she rubs against the pillow. You look at me and tell me to fuck her mouth while she pleasures herself. I stand up in front of her and push my cock into her waiting mouth. She sucks hard as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Her muffled screams show me she’s close to cumming. I grab her by the hair and push deep into her mouth. She stiffens up and cums all over the pillow. I pull out of her mouth and she collapses back against the love seat. Between her legs lays the soaking wet pillow.

I return to you and we make out as Julie recovers. When you think she’s ready to go again you tell her to lay down on her back. You kneel over her and go into a sixty-nine position, licking and sucking each others’ pussies. You turn to me and tell me to go get the lube.

I go to the bedroom and grab the lube. I come back to the living room and move in behind you. I lube up your anus and my cock. I gently push the head of my cock into your tight ass. I try to give you a moment to loosen up and accept my size but you shove back against me taking me all the way in with one thrust.

I pull back out and look down to see Julie staring up with lust in her eyes. I start to fuck your ass and you start slamming back against me. Our bodies slap against each other as I feel Julie’s tongue against my balls. She licks her way past my balls, licking between my legs and up to anus. She pushes her tongue inside me and it pushes me over the edge. I shoot my load deep into your ass.

I continue to fuck you as Julie moves back to sucking and licking your clit. I start spanking your ass hard until you cum all over Julie’s face. Julie licks you clean as you recover from your orgasm.

I slide my soft cock out of your ass and Julie immediately takes me in her mouth to lick me clean. When she’s done she lets me slip out of her mouth and smiles up at me. I move down between her legs and push them up to her chest. As you lick and suck her clit I start to tongue fuck her asshole. She starts to moan and writhe as she pinches and pulls on her nipples. I slap her ass a few times and she cums again hard, body shaking uncontrollably.

You lay down next to Julie and I move between your legs. I start gently running my tongue up and down your inner şişli escort thighs as Julie starts to suck on your nipples. I move my tongue to your hard clit. Your still coming down from your last orgasm so it doesn’t take long before you’re breathing heavy. I suck your clit into my mouth and tease it with my tongue as Julie bites and pulls on your stiff nipples. Your entire body convulses as I feel you spray your juice against my chin. I lick and suck you until you relax and lay back down.

The three of us cuddle for a while until we feel ready for more. We have a little more wine and then you tell me I should go down on Julie again. I readily agree and Julie lays down on the floor. I lift her legs and lick her from her clit all the way down to her anus and back up again over and over. Each place that brings out a moan I spend a little extra time pleasuring. You ask her how I’m doing. “Good, but make him do it better,” she replies with a giggle.

You laugh, say no problem and head off to the bedroom. I utter an uh-oh and Julie laughs and says, “Oh, she told you about this too? You ok with this?”

I say yes and go back to my job. You re-enter the room and I hear you throw something on the couch before kneeling behind me. I suck her clit into my mouth knowing what is about to happen. The first smack of your wood hairbrush comes down on my ass. I suck hard on her clit while you smack my ass harder and harder. The pain starts becoming unbearable so I lick and suck Julie’s clit with everything I’ve got. Thankfully, she only takes a few more seconds until she cums and I lick up all her juices.

I start to lift my head but you push my head back down. “I didn’t tell you to stop! Keep eatting her cunt until I tell you to stop!” you order.

I gently lick her lips and hole while she recovers waiting for the hairbrush to start punishing my ass again. Instead, I feel a well lubed finger rubbing against my anus. I relax and I feel you push your finger deep inside me. I move back to her clit as you slip a second finger inside me. You remove your fingers and push the tip of a vibrator into me, so that’s what you threw on to the couch. You turn on the vibrator and then push it all the way inside me. Julie opens her eyes and sees what’s going on. She’s surprised for a moment but then smiles and lays back to enjoy the show. Julie watches you fuck my ass with a vibrator as I suck and lick her hard clit. After a few moments she cums one more time as I lick her clean. She rolls over and curls up, watching us intently.

You climb under me into a sixty-nine position. I go down on you as you take me into your mouth. Julie moves in closer and tells me to lift up your legs. I lift up your legs and you wrap them around my back. Julie grabs the hairbrush and starts smacking your ass hard as I suck your clit. It only takes a few smacks before you explode again, spraying your juices everywhere.

Julie moves around behind me and takes over fucking my ass with the vibrator. She starts licking the sensitive skin between my legs as you going back to sucking my cock. You deep throat my cock and I start thrusting my hips. Knowing I’m ready to cum you pull back and start teasing the head of my cock with your tongue. I ejaculate into your mouth over and over again. You suck and swallow, struggling to get every drop of my cum. You suck on my cock until it grows soft in your mouth. Julie slides the vibrator out of my ass and kisses her way up my back.

Julie kisses me on the lips as you slide out from under me. You join us and all three of us kiss passionately as we lay down on the floor together and cuddle. We kiss and talk for a while until someone suggests bed. We all walk naked to the bedroom and climb into bed. You lay between us but we all wrap ourselves around each other. It only takes a few minutes until we are all asleep.

The alarm wakes me in the morning and I realize I have to get up and go to work. I sigh in dissapointment when I look at the two beautiful, naked women laying in my bed. I get up and go to the bathroom. I get in to the shower and relax for a few minutes under the hot water.

I’m startled when I hear the shower door slide open. I’m even more startled when I see Julie step into the shower. Then you follow in close behind and a smile comes to my lips. The two of you slowly soap me up as I wash my hair. You both take an extra long time washing my nipples, cock and ass. When we’re done you both dry me off and I get dressed. Then I get sent off to work by two completely nude woman, wondering if my erection will go down before I get to work.

The day seems to drag on forever. When I finally clock out and head for the car my phone chimes. I pull my phone out and see a text from you saying that dinner is ready and on the table. Then you ask if I want to see it. Confused I text back sure. You send me a picture of Julie naked, bent over the dining room table. I zoom in to see her hands are cuffed behind her back, her ass is red from a rough spanking and her pussy is dripping. Your next text just says Hurry home. How I make it home without getting a speeding ticket is beyond me.

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.“Hi I’m jenny I’m 26 and I had recently come into some money when a relative died and I had decided to set up a dog farm providing trained security dogs.”

I had originally intended to have a career in cybernetics. I had worked with a girl called sue at uni where we developed a chip to monitor brain waves in animals and humans. It was a variation on the bio chip that most pets are implanted with. We incorporated the chip into a small titaniun ring which could pick up small nerve currents. The titanium was engineered to allow the bodies repair mechanisms to incorporate it into the cells surrounding the spine. So unlike most bio chips it wouldn’t move from where it was put. I had put one of the coils in my neck. To allow me to monitor my brainwaves as a test sample. I had got hold of some spray anaesthetic and sprayed my neck thoroughly but inserting the chip with the implant gun hurt like buggery. I manoeuvred it into the best position so it wouldn’t chafe on my clothes. I fiddled with it and adjusted it for a couple of days before it finally grew into my flesh.

We had developed a collar which had several coils wired into it so that the signals from the loop could be fed into an amplifier in the collar and then on to a computer. In the final year at college sue decided that the only way it would work was to actually implant a powered chip into the body. Then I heard that she had gone to work for some rich guy who was working on just such a chip. I had kept in touch on and off and she seemed to be progressing well. Then she dropped off he radar.

No e mails or text. She had dropped off social media altogether. I hoped she was OK.

I had looked round for jobs in the same field but they were nearly all working for the military or companies who wanted to weaponise the tech. So when I came into the money I decided to setup a dog breeding farm and would use what I knew to train high end guard dogs.

It was quite simple to program a small chip to send specific signals to the implant that would make them do specific tasks they had been trained to do. The tasks they required were quite simple. Patrol, Rest, Eat, Return to kennel and be submissive to allow the kennel staff to feed them. So if you had three dogs guarding a property then one could always be resting or eating while the others patrolled. it meant you didn’t have to have a highly paid guard watching the dogs all day.

Then the larger customers wanted more control. I started working on what else could be done. I tried to train them to fetch specific coloured ball which was fine but they didn’t understand blue and if you said bring the red one they would bring the green. I was starting to think that sue was right.

As I added more controls to the male dogs they went off breeding. Not something you need when you are breeding dogs. All the new brain signals were scrambling their primal functions.

I brought two of the male dogs into the lab and cleared the program in their collars and just set it to transmit and receive to and from a females collar. I then went and brought in a female who was on heat. I chained her collar to a cage in the middle of the room. I switched all the collars on and connected them to the computer.

I could see that the were all communicating but there was no interest what so ever.

I reached down into the box of collars and hooked out a female one. I plugged it into the computer then put it round my neck being careful to hold onto the key to release it. I reached for the control box on the handle end of the lead and switched it to monitor only. There was almost no traffic on the network at all everyone seemed to be in standby mode. I set my controller to transmit and went on the computer and searched for dog sex thinking it would bring up images or videos of dogs mating.

But images of dogs having sex with girls started popping up. I was in a panic. I tried shutting them down but as soon as I shut one down others would pop up. I had images and videos all over the screen. I thought I would get into trouble from my ISP. I was in a blind panic. There was a notice on the screen saying the FBI are watching me and I would be fined.

Then all of a sudden I was knocked back on my arm chair by one of the dogs forcing himself between my legs. The force knocked the key from my hand. The dog easily out weighed me. I couldn’t think how to fight him. Then I could feel his cock ramming at my crotch. I put my hand up to grab his collar and push him away but he clamped his teeth round my wrist. As his teeth started to press into the skin I felt a sudden surge as the amplified nerve signals connected from the saliva on his teeth to my nerves.

He was sending a primal signal to me to stop struggling. This must be from the days when they used to hunt their food. Making their prey stop struggling while they ripped bits off it. The primal signals were hardwired into them and were far more powerful than our thought driven processes. I found myself almost paralysed unable to fight or move as he rammed against my crotch. Then I felt my knickers starting to rip. I made a frantic effort to escape when the other dog clamped his jaw around my other wrist. I got the sense from them that I had lost the fight and should give up and let them do what they want. Then I felt my knickers rip completely and he was pushing inside me.

Then I felt an overbearing feeling of victory from him as he impaled himself in me. The pleasure from him was far more than I had ever felt and I started to orgasm out of control. Then I could feel the delight from the dog impaled in me as he felt my silivri escort orgasm. As I convulsed during my orgasm he would pull on the chain and thrust into me in time with my convulsions. When I recovered he was still pumping away and pretty soon I was coming again. I must have come four times before he had finished. Then he lay knotted on top of me. Then I felt his semen flooding inside me. He must have laid there for a few minutes before he pulled out. Then I felt his semen dripping out of me and down the chair. I looked round and saw a wooden chair near me and thought if i could get to that I could fend them off while I escaped. The dogs must have understood what I was thinking as the other dog went and sat by the chair. The dog that had been on top of me clamped his jaw round my wrist even tighter and held me in place. He was just trying to maintain control as the other dog came back over and mounted me. He slid in easily with all the semen leaking from me.

Oh my god how long will they keep this up.

Then he was pumping inside me. I was soaking wet down there with semen and this meant we were conducting to each other through the moisture. Pretty soon i was orgasming again and then another three times before he was done. Their joy for want of a better word was overpowering all my normal senses. I thought that when he was done I will make a dash for the door. The first dog grabbed hold of the chain that was attached to my collar as if to say you are not going anywhere.

He must have caught the submissive button as all of a sudden I felt really powerless and stopped struggling completely. I tried to see if I could reach the buttons but he pulled the box out the way. The chain was wrapped around my neck and as he bit down onto the chain i could feel his commands going straight into the chip in my neck. I was completely paralysed. They would probably end up fucking me to death.

Then the second dog knotted in me flooding even more semen inside me. When he had done and pulled out I made another effort to escape but none of my commands would overpower the signal into my neck. After they had rested the dog with the chain dragged me over to the far side of the room away from the door. How could they work this out. They must be using my thoughts to defeat everything I think of. The room used to be a gym and there was a couple of exercise machines and a sit up bench in that corner and they dragged me across the floor on my hands and knees. And pulled me face down over the sit up bench. Then I don’t know how but they tangled the loop on the chain onto something and my head was pulled tight onto the bench. I tried to reach the hook on the lead to undo it from the collar but one of the dogs bit into my hand and dragged it behind my back and gave the signal not to struggle. Using my hand as leverage he straddled me and pulled himself astride me. Then I felt his dick nudging into me again. Then he let go of my hand and grabbed the chain in his teeth. He must have worked out that this improved his control over me. Using the chain as leverage he rammed himself inside me again. I was now connected to him at both ends the signals were overpowering me and I started to orgasm straight away. I could feel his pleasure at having me under their control. Then the other dog saw me reaching for the chain again and grabbed my wrist. Now I was completely in their control and all I could do was lay there and let them do whatever they wanted. Having had me a few minutes earlier I knew he would be fucking me for some time. In the end I had another four orgasms before he knotted in me again. As he lay on top of me I felt him nibbling at the back of my neck I think he realised that was where the signals seemed strongest. He was licking the small lump in my neck where the chip was then I felt him grip my neck and started to sink a tooth into the lump. There was a sudden jolt as he connected and I orgasmed again. He was getting ready to pull out but i knew I could not think of what I was going to do as they would immediately block me. I would have to hope to act quicker than they can. He finally pulled out and came round to the side of the bench and clamped my neck in his jaws with his teeth planted either side of the chip. The command to not struggle was now so overpowering I couldn’t move. I had hoped to undo the chain while they swapped over.

God help me if I survived I was going to be covered in bites at this rate.

Then I felt the other dog straddle me. He copied what the other dog had done and gripped the chain in his teeth and started to ram into me. But he was probing at my anus.

Not there please I thought. I had never done anal it wasn’t something I fancied.

He could feel my thoughts and carried on pressing even harder. He was proving that he owned me and would do anything he wanted to me. Then I felt him opening me up. I thought I was going to split. This made him more determined and pretty soon his head was inside me and he continued ramming until he was impaled up to the hilt. The pain was unbearable he sensed this and his pleasure was so strong I started orgasming again. He must have pumped away for a good fifteen or twenty minutes then I could feel him trying to ram his knot into me. I tried not to think of the pain as this only made him worse. I was sure i was bleeding from the rough way he had been ramming in me. Then I felt him grab the chain tight and pull back then he rammed his knot all the way into me. The pain was indescribable then I felt his semen flooding into me. He must have laid on top of me for another fifteen minutes before he could tuzla escort pull out. While he was distracted I had managed to unclip the lead and the other dog had let go of my neck so that he could have another go.

All of a sudden I jumped up and jumped off the bench onto the climbing frame on the wall. Obviously the dogs hadn’t thought of me being able to climb. And just thought if they can keep me corralled in this corner I would not be able to escape. I climbed to the top of the frame where I could reach the windows. I opened one and climbed through and jumped down outside. I hadn’t locked the house as I had not planned on going out.

The first thing I did was find the spare collar keys and took my collar off. I then went straight up stairs and showered. I washed as much semen out as I could and washed my bum. There was a little blood but not as much as I expected. Once I had got rid of the semen I went and got a bottle of vodka and soaked in a bath for nearly an hour and got drunk. I checked all my bites they weren’t too bad but I’m sure I would have bruises in the morning

The dogs could stay where they were tonight and perhaps they would see who is the master when they have no food.

Having unwound with half a bottle of vodka I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep all I could think of was the amazing satisfying sex. If it hadn’t been for the fear and terror I would have still been in there with the dogs now. I knew there and then that this would not be the last time I would have sex with the dogs.

I would just have to work out a way of doing it safely. But strangely I didn’t want it to be too safe I wanted them to dominate me. Having eventually got off to sleep I woke in the morning with a hangover. I got up and after breakfast and a couple of strong coffees I went to see the dogs. I took a control box a couple of leads and some dog food. I slowly opened the door and pushed two bowls of food in. As the dogs came running I set them to be submissive and then I let them eat. I chained one of them and took him to his kennel and locked him in. then came back and did the same with the other. Then I realised the female dog was in here somewhere. I found her cowering in the corner. It looks like the males found a substitute for me and had their fun with her. I took her and put her in her kennel and gave her some food.

I cleaned the lab up and found the computer on the floor where I dropped it the battery was flat so I put it on charge. I opened up the browser and all the images and videos were still there. I shut the computer down and restarted it and checked the search history. I searched to see if watching animal porn was illegal it seems its not in this country. I opened up each page individually noting the ones that caused pop ups and deleted them. Eventually I had about a dozen bestiality sites that seemed safe. I started going through them and bookmarked the videos that showed various positions for sex with dogs. Then I found some videos of girls sucking dogs cocks. I found them quite compelling but I didn’t know if I wanted to do that but I bookmarked them anyway. Then I modified the collar so that I could undo it without a key. I removed the chain and found an all steel choker chain and put as mall padlock on it so that it could not pull too tight. I tried it round my neck and adjusted it to fit. I modified two collars and put the control buttons on the collars. I modified mine with three buttons one for transmit to send what I was watching. One for submissive and one for off. I programmed the chip to always receive whoever was connected. I knew that if I set the collar to submissive they could do anything they wanted to me. I think I was turning into a complete dog slut. I could do with some shopping but dare not go into town covered in bites so I lay in the garden and enjoyed the sun the rest of the day going through in my mind if i had covered everything. Later that day I phoned the kennel girl to get me some shopping, I told her I wasn’t well and I would transfer some money to her account. The following morning she arrived and dropped the shopping off and went to feed the animals. I must admit to wondering if I could train her up as a dog bitch.

When she had finished her work and gone I locked the house and hid the key and went to the lab and set my chair up facing the laptop on the table. I made sure the collars were all charged up and fitted my collar and my chain to my neck. Then I went and brought the first dog in and put his collar on and put him in a cage and locked it. Then I went and got the other dog and put his collar on and put him on a long lead so that he could only go where I wanted him to go. Then I locked the lab door from the inside. I wasn’t expecting anyone but you never know. Then I removed my jeans and knickers. In the end I decided to strip completely naked. My heart was pounding this was my last chance to stop. I turned my collar on to transmit and receive and I put the dog to transmit and receive only with no control. I put on the porn and started watching. The dog was straight over forcing himself between my legs. I took my chain and placed it between his teeth. There was a sudden flash as we connected but he wasn’t happy and grabbed the section of chain around my neck. It was already a good fit and he started pulling it tight. He pushed my head back into the chair and used the chain as leverage to force himself inside me. He was quickly embedded inside me and just as quickly I was orgasming. He continued to fuck me until i had orgasmed three times. He didn’t seem to be forcing me not to struggle as I was letting üsküdar escort him do what he wanted. I started to think I enjoyed being overpowered and would probably have to struggle more. When he had done he pulled out and just laid on the floor. I started watching the porn again with girls in doggy position. He pricked his ears up and came over to me he took my wrist in his mouth and sent the signal not to struggle.

He pulled me out of the chair and then dragged me round and lay me face down on the chair. Then he grabbed the chain in his jaws and dragged me back towards him as he thrust into me.

Oh god no this was the one who had anal sex with me and he was intent on doing the same again. He could feel I didn’t want it but this made him more excited and pretty soon he was stretching my hole to its limit again. And pretty soon I was orgasming from his joy. He must have lasted at least fifteen minutes before he pulled back and used the chain round my neck to ram his knot inside me again. He lay quietly on top of me for quite some time. He was licking and nibbling my neck and I could feel his joy at me being powerless. He knew I would be his bitch from now on. Then I could feel him trying to pull out but he wasn’t moving. Then he grabbed the chain round my neck and started to pull me off the chair. He was half riding me and half pushing me. I could have collapsed on the floor and he would be powerless to move me, but I wanted to see what he was planning. He was trying to drag me to the caged dog but just before we reached him his lead pulled tight. I could sense he was annoyed. I thought he might do that that’s why I had brought both dogs in. I needed to show them that they could only do as much as I wanted them to. Then he turned me round and rode me over to the sit up bench again. He started dragging me onto he bench when I felt the chain going tight. It had snagged on the base somewhere. He thought I was fighting him which made him drag me harder. He was trying to wedge my shoulders between the leg stirrups and the chain was strangling me. I managed to hook the chain over the lower stirrup which gave me bit more slack but as he continued to push it forced my face down on the bench. Then when he had me in place he tried again to pull free. As he dragged me back I got a bit more slack and after a couple of tugs he was free. It hurt as much coming out as going in. Then as he walked away I started to pull up the bench to get the chain free. Then he was stood back over me biting my neck making me stop struggling you have been beaten. It felt like a grown up patting a child’s head when they have lost a game. I knew I had to turn on my back. I couldn’t bear to have his dick in my arse again I was already in agony. I did manage to turn over but my shoulders were wedged between the leg stirrups and my head was pulled back by the chain. I think I was in a worse position now than before.

Not sure how long I had laid there but every time I tried to move he would come over and bite at my neck and command me to stay still. I started to remember the images of the girls being fucked by dogs and started to try to get free. He was straight over straddling the bench forcing his way between my thighs. As much as I could I tried to struggle against him. I couldn’t get my hands to him as I was wedged but I could wriggle my hips. I wasn’t trying to stop him I just wanted him to overpower me. He leant forward and closed his mouth round the top of my shoulder near my neck. Then I felt his command to lay still. I did as he commanded but as soon as he let go I struggled again. I cant believe I was making him rape me. Then I started to orgasm again and the pleasure he felt as he pounded me in time with my convulsions and at defeating me and making me his bitch made me continue to orgasm for longer than i thought possible. He must have made me come three more times before he finished. While he lay there knotted he was nibbling at my neck he seamed very pleased with me. When he finally pulled free he went over to his cage for some food.

I now managed to crawl up the bench and roll off the end and free the chain and remove it. I also removed the collar. I suddenly felt very alone not having the connection. I went over to his cage and removed his collar and gave him a hug to let him know he hadn’t done anything wrong. I took the pair of them back to their kennels and locked them up for he night. Then I went and showered had some food and started browsing some more dog porn for inspiration. After a few beers I had an early night. I hadn’t felt this satisfied in ages.

I woke late after a strange nights sleep and some very bizarre dreams. I had some breakfast and decided to walk down to the kennels to see how the kennel maid was doing. As I walked down the cages I heard some unusual noises and as I approached one of the kennels there was the kennel maid laid across the dogs sleeping shelf being fucked by one of the males. I stood there for a while and took out my phone and filmed her. She was facing away from me and was oblivious to me. When she had done she stood up and turned round and saw me there.

He was raping me miss help me.

It looked like you were enjoying it. How often have you been doing it.

Just this once

Are you sure we can soon check the security tapes.

About four weeks sometime two or three times a day.

Well that explains why the dogs have gone off mating. You have fucked them to a standstill.

Are you going to sack me miss.

No on the contrary I think you need to move into the spare room. We can probably do the small building up as a bedsit flat if you want.

Or I could share with you if you like.

Are you coming on to me. Are you into girls.

And dogs it would seem.

I showed her my bites. You’re not the only one.

To be continued

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[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]

(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.

About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.

The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.

I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.

A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.

She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.

Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.

“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”

I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”

“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”

“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.

“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”

“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”

“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.

From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.

I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.

Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.

“Whatcha’ doin’?”

I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!

“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, maltepe escort looking at me with concern. “Well?”

The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”

Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!

“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.

“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.

“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”

“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”

She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!

“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.

“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay.”

“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”

I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.

“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”

I shook my head.

She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”

I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”

I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .

“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.

I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.

“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”

I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.

“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!

“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.

She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping manavgat escort and praying that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.

“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.

“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.

When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.

“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.

When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”

I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.

“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.

“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.

I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!

“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.

“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.

“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.

“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”

Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.

“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist marmaris escort around in my seat. “Oh!” she cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.

“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.

“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.

“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”

“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.

“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.

“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.

“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”

“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.

“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.

“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!

She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.

“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.

“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.

Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.

Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.

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Daughter Comforts Her Divorced Daddy

Would you say that a sweetheart romance is one of the sweetest, purest form of love?

I used to.

Brenda and I dated since high-school. I went through uni with her, and when she decided she wanted to be a nurse, I took a shitty job, and I funded her through that.

We made it, though. And I never felt more certain about anything in my life. We married, put a mortgage down on a house and started a family. I thought we’d build a life together forever.

How wrong I was.

Brenda wanted a divorce. She felt too stifled to be with me, that she was too young to settle (despite being in her forties).

What the actual fuck?

It devastated me. I didn’t kick up a fuss. Why hold on to someone when they didn’t want you? So we divorced, Brenda and my beautiful daughter, Nia, stayed put while I moved in some shit hole apartment.

I was glad that Nia and I had a great relationship. When the shit hit the proverbial fan, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But despite being nineteen, Nia had a steady head on her shoulders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not naïve enough to think this shit didn’t affect her, but I’ll damned if I don’t give as much support as I could for her.

Nia was perfect. She was smart, loving, and kind. Truly, the apple of my eye.

I was surprised that when everything came to crashing down; she was sad for me, and mad as hell at her mother. Of course, she didn’t take sides at first, but then she found out Brenda left me for another guy. She started a nursing job and fell head over heels for a doctor there.

Anyway, the first few weeks after we broke up, Nia insisted on visiting me. I moved into a shitty one bedroom bedsit in the city.

She brought me food and other things. Just generally fussing over me. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that maybe she felt guilty for what her mother did, but I wasn’t the type of asshole who’d poison her mother against her. Nia was always so kind-hearted and caring.

We got into a routine of her coming over, and we would just chill out watching Netflix. We’d snuggle up with snacks and whatnot, and I try not to pay attention to her breasts pressed against me. Nia was very touchy-feely and affectionate, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

What was weird was how it made me feel.

Christ, it must be because I was on the dry for far too long, but her warmth and feminine scent made my cock ache with painful need. I was glad that we had a blanket, too, so it was easier to hide my erection. The moment she left, I would jerk off straight after, having all these naughty fantasies of my daughter play out in my head.

I knew it was wrong and immoral, but I couldn’t get those delicious thoughts out of my head.

The thing was, Nia looked absolutely amazing. As much as it pained me as a father, I knew she was quite popular. She had maybe a few boyfriends, but ultimately, nothing serious. She was too pragmatic to have anything serious when she planned to go to university.

Fuck, there was that, too. It mattered to me to make sure I can help pay her way through uni.

And then, one day, it happened.

One Friday came around like usual. I got home from work, took a shower and settled in front of the TV with a few beers. The lads wanted me to hit the town, but I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t mind a few drinks with friends, but the boys seemed to think the best way to get over my divorce was to get laid.

I wasn’t ready for a fling. What I was ready for was a take-out, and settling down to some of my favourite movies. Maybe a wank before bed if was feeling horny.

Life was simple and drama-free.

Then someone was rapping on the door at eleven. I sighed, paused the film and braced myself. I did try to ignore it, at first. Sometimes, the odd piss head mistook my apartment for somebody else’s, but whoever it was, was persistent.

I put on my stern face and opened the door, but left the safety chain on. I almost cursed, but instead of an asshole, it was Nia.

“What are you doing here? Date night is next Monday,” I grinned.

“Can I come in?”

I unlatched the safety chain and opened the door for her. I caught the musk of the perfume she was wearing as she walked past me. It was proper going out stuff, rich with a hint of sandalwood.

As she went to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water, I couldn’t help but check out what she was wearing. Short black dress that accentuated her generously sized breasts and the skirt short enough for easy access. She had make-up on, too. Not the stuff she usually wore.

She was out to impress, and a strange pang of jealousy twinged inside me, along with the stirrings of arousal. My daughter was drop dead gorgeous.

I shook away my thoughts, locked the door, and joined her on my sofa.

“Are you okay? If you’re going out to town, this isn’t the best venue,” I joked.

She grabbed a piece of tissue and dabbed her face, then chest. I tried my damndest to not look down. “Was out with Becky and Jenna and some other girls. It was Becky’s 20th and I couldn’t say no. Had a few drinks, shooed away a few guys who were being way too persistent, and danced until my legs started to ache. Tip, don’t dance with anything bigger than two-inch heels.”

“I’ll have to return my stilettos first thing. But why are you here?”

“Is this a bad time, daddy? Am intruding? Is there someone else here? I’ll leave if I am.”

“No, of course not. You’re welcome here anytime. But it’s keçiören escort a Friday night and there are better places to be.”

“As fun as it was going out with the girls,” she said, stealing a chip from my plate of food. “I’m much happier being with my favourite man in this world. I don’t find much fun being pestered with unwanted attention by other men.”

I swallowed. I like to think I’m a halfway decent bloke, but seeing Nia’s luscious legs and gorgeous body, I’d be tempted to hit on her, too.” Do you want a lift home? I haven’t had too many, so I’m good to drive.”

“Well… I was hoping you would let me stay the night.” She sighed, took a drink of her water, and sighed again. “I might have drunk-dialled mum. I was thinking about you and thinking about how silly she was being. I didn’t know what I was doing, really. And now we had a falling out, and I’m not ready to go home yet. Not tonight, anyway.”

I looked into her eyes. The green took on a deeper shade of emerald for some reason.”You can crash on my bed tonight. I got the sofa.”

She reached out and held my hand. It felt silky soft and slightly cold from her coming in from the outside. “I won’t put you out like that, dad. It’s your bed. It’s big enough for the both of us, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah, it is. But…”

Her laughter was full of mirth. “No need to be shy now, daddy. Unless you don’t want to share a bed with a silly little girl like me.”

“Of course not, honey. If anything, you’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.”

“I didn’t peg you for a charmer, too,” she smiled.

***

I didn’t know how things ended up this way.

I was in my bed. Nia told me to carry on enjoying my Friday night and not to mind her, but I didn’t want to disturb her when I came in. So when she was ready to retire, I joined her.

My heart pounded hard against my ribcage. Nia was ‘freshening up’ in the bathroom while I waited nervously in bed.

God, I hadn’t felt this way since I was a teenager. The feeling wasn’t unlike the first time I asked if I could kiss my ex-wife behind the bike shed.

I heard the toilet flush down the hall and a moment later, Nia walked in wearing nothing but an oversized tee and her underwear.

She got in and turned away from me. “Thank you for letting me stay. Night, daddy,” she said over her shoulder.

“Night, sweetheart. Rest up.”

I had the duvet tucked right up to my neck. To be honest, I didn’t know what I should do. Nia was so close to me. The heat of her body was warming up the sheets. And, God, her smell. She smelled faintly of perfume, and maybe a touch of her own natural scent after dancing all night. But it didn’t offend me at all. Rather, it stirred up the desires inside me.

I bit my lip, and to not let my thoughts wander to dangerous territory. But she was right there. I squeezed my thighs together, praying that I wouldn’t get a boner. It’s been so long and yeah, I kinda missed sharing my bed with someone. Especially with a woman as beautiful as Nia.

Fuck. It was going to be a long night.

I think maybe twenty minutes had passed, with me focusing on my breathing and hoping I’d fall asleep soon, before Nia stirred.

“Daddy, are you awake?”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Yes. Can I ask you a favour?”

If she asks for a drink, maybe I can go cool off. Rinse my face or something. “What is it?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to cuddle me? It’s been such a long time, and I kinda miss it.”

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. “Yeah, sure. I, uhh, I don’t mind.”

Slowly, sidled over to her side of the bed. I felt stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. I didn’t know where to put my arms. I most certainly couldn’t press my crotch up against her ass. After some thought, I settled for being ramrod straight, trying to avoid pressing up against her ass and resting my arms on her shoulder blades. Try as I might, I wasn’t comfortable closing the inch wide gap between our bodies.

“Come here,” Nia said, reaching over and grabbing my hand. Before I could protest, she pulled my hand until my forearm was wrapped around her, resting under the weight of her breasts.

Then she wiggled her ass back, nestling against my crotch. “Much better.”

I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t decide if she was breathing deeply on purpose or not, but each inhale and exhale would cause her hips to move…

…which would ever so subtly grind against my rapidly hardening cock.

My chest tightened and my face was buried deep into her hair. Fuck, her scent was intoxicating.

My arm tightened around her, and I could feel the heft of her breasts pressing down against my forearm.

It’s been so fucking long since I been this close to someone… My cock pulsed to life with a vengeance, pressing deep into the valley of her ass.

“… sorry.” I muttered into the back of Nia’s head.

My heart was beating so hard, I was sure she could feel it hammering against her back. Desire and shame coursed through my blood in equal measure. I knew she would get up and leave. It was wrong pressing against her like this. I ruined our relationship. The most important person in my life and I messed it up.

But still, I couldn’t help but relish the moment. Savour it like the pathetic man I am before I lose her warmth forever.

But her rejection never came.

“It’s fine,” she whispered, her breath deep and husky. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been küçükçekmece escort spooned. I knew you might have a reaction. Even if it’s a silly little girl like me.”

“No,” I rasped. Nia was in her prime and she looked fucking amazing. If anything, she carried a graceful beauty about her. No, right now it was a something else entirely. Something that stirred the lust deep in me. Something wholly sexual. “I’m feeling this way, because it’s you, Nia. You’re having this effect on me.”

I felt her chuckle. “Daddy, you’re lonelier than I realised. You need to find a girlfriend if I’m winding you up.”

I couldn’t control myself. I squeezed her tighter, pulling her harder against me, so she could feel how hard my cock was for her. It pressed against the entrance of her pussy, separated by a few layers of fabric. Nia let out a whimper.

“It’s wrong for me to say this, but a part of me sees you as a woman, Nia. But I couldn’t take advantage of you like that. You’re my precious daughter. But you’re here right now, and I’m struggling to contain myself.”

Her hand brushed over mine, caressing the back of my hand with her fingertips, leaving a trail of electricity along its path.

“I need to go,” I swallowed. “Before I’m tempted to do something that I shouldn’t.”

I swallowed down a lump in my throat. My vision was going blurry with lust. But I couldn’t do that to Nia. She’s been so supportive of me all this time. I couldn’t repay her by taking advantage of her.

I moved to leave, to resign myself to the sofa, but her hand clasped my wrist.

“Nia…”

She guided my hand downward until it rested over her mons.

I cupped her panty covered mound, feeling the burning heat against my fingers. “Fuck,” I hissed.

I brushed my finger back and forth against the fabric. Hot excitement soaked through.

Nia groaned, pushing back, grinding her ass against my rock hard cock.

I swallowed. She was soaking wet. I desperately wanted to pull her panties aside and lap up her nectar. But instead, I forced myself to slow down, to savour the moment. Her body flexed against me as my finger danced over her clit, before I stopped at the top of her panties, teasing the elastic with my fingertips.

“Daddy…” she rasped. “Maybe I want you to take advantage of me.”

My fingers went under her panties and back the way I came, brushing through the wiry tuft of hair and down over her slit. Bare, uncovered.

“Oh, ohh..!” Nia cried out. She clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure as my fingers found her inflamed entrance.

“God, you’re so wet, Nia. You’re so wet for me. Did you come here with the intention of seducing me like this?” I whispered into her ear.

“No… Yes, maybe. God, I’m a terrible woman, aren’t I?”

“How long have you felt this way?” I asked, slowly delving my fingers into her soaking wet cunt. I let out a breath as the inner walls of her pussy clenched around my invading digits. She was so tight, so warm, that my cock pulsed with need, eager to be inside her.

“I can’t say…”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her. There was so much nectar, my fingers were making obscene squelching noises with each pump. “Tell me, please.”

“For a while now, daddy… You’ve been so sweet and dependable… I found myself wanting you. I know it’s shameful for a daughter to lust after her daddy.”

“You’re not shameful,” I corrected her. “Don’t ever think I’ll ever be ashamed of my sweet babygirl.”

“But still… It feels wrong. Taboo.”

I pressed my painfully erect cock against her, reminding her how much I wanted her to. She pushed her ass back, trying to feel as much of my girth as possible. I withdrew my fingers, soaked to the brim and closed over her hard little nub.

“Daddy! A-ah..! N-no…” she whimpered. Her breathing came fast and desperate. Teasing her, turning her body into molten gold, was quickly becoming my favourite thing. With every swipe of my finger over her clit, Nia would spasm a little, and the sexiest little moans escaped her lips. My other hand craned over her, snaking under her tee.

“Fuck,” I breathed, as I cupped one of her breasts. It was more than and handful and her nipple was hard like a gum drop, grinding against the palm of my hand.

“D-daddy…” she moaned against the dual assault she was receiving. She was close.

I craned my neck and took her ear into my mouth, sucking and teasing her with my tongue.

“Cum… I’m going to cum if you keep playing with me like that.”

“That’s kind of the point,” I chuckled. “Cum for me, Nia. I want to feel you cum.”

I redoubled my efforts, one hand rolling her rock hard nipple between my fingers, pulling and tugging almost to the point of pain. My other hand teased her clit with long, circular strokes. My wrist ached, but I didn’t dare to stop, determined to make her cum for me with just my fingers alone. Her breathing grew ragged and desperate as I pushed her towards the crescendo of her pleasure.

“Oh, fuck..! Daddy! Fuck, fuck!!!”

Her nails dug painfully into my thighs as she scrabbled for purchase, writhing and shuddering against me as she climaxed. I held her in my arms until she came down.

“Oh my gosh… That was… I haven’t felt anything like that,” she gasped.

I laughed into her hair, inhaling that beautiful scent of hers. “Glad to be of service.”

She adjusted herself and felt my cock, still painfully hard, brush kurtköy escort up against her. “Oh… Daddy…”

“It’s fine,” I grimaced, trying not to think about how I was going to explode if I didn’t get some relief soon.

“Can… Can I see?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Light spilled into the window from the street lamp outside, casting everything in a neon orange glow.

Nia peeled back the duvet, exposing ourselves to the cool night air.

“Oh, my.”

My dick tented against my boxers. Nia couldn’t keep her eyes off my crotch. With shaky hands, she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My dick sprung out, free from its confines.

Even in the semi-darkness, I could see the glint in Nia’s eyes. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned. Her touch felt so fucking smooth, like being gripped by velvet. My hips flexed, trying to work my cock in and out of her hand.

“Am I doing this right? It’s been a while,” she asked, dragging her hand up and down my shaft. Precum leaked from my tip, and ran down my shaft and over her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.

It felt good. More than good. But even if it wasn’t good, it would still be amazing. Never in a hundred years would I ever imagine that I’d actually have my daughter’s sweet hand on my dick.

“Keep going,” I said, my tone thick with need.

Nia pumped away. Slowly at first, until she got more comfortable with the act. I watched in a half lust-drunk stupor as my crown disappeared and reappeared in her hand. Her grip became more sure, tighter as she milked me from base to tip.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” I whined. Between being horny for so long and getting so hard from touching Nia, my cock was ready to explode.

She kept pumping, and I fell into a rhythm of her hand, drawing my need to cum out.

“I’m getting close.”

My dick throbbed in her grip and felt my balls tighten.

“Honey-“

Her grip tightened even more. So much so, liquid pleasure turned into a sharp, biting pain that went straight to my balls.

“Nia, what are you doing?” I gasped.

“God, I’m sorry, daddy. Let me be selfish, just this once.”

She let go of my dick, rolled on me and was suddenly straddling me. She pulled her panties aside and sat on my dick.

Tight, wet heat surrounded me as she impaled herself on my cock.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I cried out.

She started rocked up and down immediately. The tight inner walls of her tight pussy milked my dick in a way that her hand couldn’t match.

“C-condom,” I blurted out, my sense of reasoning rapidly fading.

“Daddy, you made me cum so hard. But please me be a selfish, shameful girl, just for tonight. I wanted your cock for such a long time.”

Like a woman possessed, she grabbed the hem of her tee and pulled it off her. I sucked in a breath as I watched her tits bounce, washed in the orange glow of the streetlight. My hands shot out, grabbing her huge tits, kneading them.

Her hands closed over mine.

“That’s it, touch me, daddy. I want you to touch me anywhere you like. I’m yours,” she purred.

“Fucking hell, you’re amazing.”

Nia smiled, her expression full of joy. Then she pulled herself up. All the way up until just my tip was in her, and then she drove back down, all the way down to the base.

“Fuck,” I choked. “You’re going to make me cum, if you keep doing that.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

My balls tightened. This was too much. It was too fucking much. I didn’t have the strength in my legs to push her off.”

“I’m going to cum inside you if you don’t get off,” I warned.

Nia leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. “Cum in me. I want to feel your cum inside me,” she begged. ” Fill your daughter up with your cum.”

“Fuck.”

My fingers dug into her hips as I drove myself upward, trying to meet her downward thrusts. Nia groaned as I hit just the right spot.

My hands caressed her thighs, her waist, and her tits. She was perfect.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I said as I grimaced against the pressure welling up in my balls.

“Cum! Fill me up, daddy. Give it to me, give me all that delicious cum.”

I cried out, and drove every fiber of my being upward, deep into her cunt. My cock swelled and hot, molten cum spewed upwards, deep inside my daughter’s waiting pussy.

“Yes… That’s it,” she groaned listlessly. She rocked her hips as I climaxed and teased her clit with her fingers. “I’m cumming, too..!”

Nia fell forward, her breasts mashed against my sweat-shone chest as she shuddered. Despite the world around me turning white from the explosion of pleasure ripping through me, I clasped my hands around her back and held her close to me.

Spent, she collapsed on top of me, gasping and panting. “Oh… My… God…”

“Damn,” I chuckled.

I sucked in a breath as my cock slipped out of her pussy. She pulled her panties back in place, seemingly happy to keep my cum inside her. For some reason, that made my spent dick stir a little.

“Are you okay?” I asked her weakly.

“Yes. But I hope you won’t regret this in the morning. It was nice for me, though.”

I smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. “I’m not going to lie. It’s all a bit mad right now. But I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that I will most definitely not regret this. Not one bit.”

She simply nodded and smiled. Then she curled into me, snuggled nice and secure, until sleep came for us.

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The battle was over, and most all of the Moverts were dead. This year, the only Human losses were the fourteen who sacrificed themselves, and not one of the thirteen Kalastiel had fallen.

Under the Trees, in the Grove, the Humans gathered together, the couples who had Filled each other to get here finding each other and pairing off to seal their union in this world as well as their own.

The fourteen single girls, widows of the fallen, found Scott under Sononia, deep in conversation with Tiana. Tiana noticed them before he did, and gestured with her eyes.

Scott broke off mid sentence and turned to face them. He met the gaze of each in turn, noting friendly smiles for the most part. One girl was looking daggers at him, however, scowling, with her whole body posture aggressive.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked her directly.

“You killed my boyfriend!” she spat him. “You sent him out there to die, and did nothing to save him!”

“What was his name?” Scott asked her softly. “What’s yours?”

“His name was Andrew Flint, and mine is Kassandra Stone!” she said. “Not that you care. You didn’t care before he died; why should you care now?”

“Well, Kassandra Stone, I do care.” he told her, closing his eyes. “I cared before, too, but I didn’t have time to do anything about it.”

“If it’s any consolation, he died a hero.” Tiana offered. “He died so that we could all live.”

“He might not have died at all, if we were still at Almadreda!” Kassandra shot back. “This was our sixth year here, and he always did fine before! Always!”

“Almadreda was a deathtrap.” Tiana said. “This is my first time here, but even I can see that this place is a thousand times better than Almadreda’s little hill. Aren’t you glad we have a new Kingmage? Isn’t this place better than that one?”

“The old place was just fine with Andrew in it! You had no right to take him away from me!!” she wailed, then ran out of the Grove.

It was a short dash to the cliff edge, and nobody was close enough to stop her. Three Moverts fought over her body at the bottom…

***

“Do any of the rest of you feel the same way?” he asked them, when everyone had re-assembled from the chaos and turmoil that Kassandra’s suicide had caused. The Kalastiel had witnessed it, but shortly after, they began falling asleep and misting away. The last awake were the first to sleep. Scott and Tiana were going to be here most of the night, she surmised.

One girl of the thirteen left stepped forward after taking a glance around.

“I think you’re brave for doing this.” she said, then glanced around again. “I can speak for all of us, I think. This is my third time here, and I love this place. This new place. These Trees, and the way everyone fought in the battle… I’ve never been so excited in my whole life, and I know Geoff doesn’t mind sacrificing for all this…”

Another girl stepped forward, a diminutive brunette. She may have been Hispanic or Mediterranean from the look of her, and her thick accent confirmed it. She was Mexican, for sure.

“I loved Enrique, and he volunteered to go out there. He told me he loved me and to stay safe.” she said. “After we came here last year, and the Council explained everything, he told me in the day, in our world, that if he died here, I was to find another man. I think he knew… and he accepted it.” The girl lifted her head and met Scott’s gaze directly. “I choose you. I choose you to be my new man. I will come find you in the day, in our world and give myself to you.”

“Ahem.” Tiana said. “You know he came here with me, right?”

“I also saw all the Trees here.” she retorted. “Those don’t happen by accident, and each one has meaning. Each one is an opening between you and him, and I mean to Fill one of those spots. This man has power, and I will be near it. I have to be, after giving Enrique to it. I’ve earned it.”

“You have.” Tiana agreed, then lifted her head and looked at all of them. “All of you have. This is Scott Blaker, and I am Tiana Bruce. You can find the two of us us in Flagstaff. Come to the town, and you will be welcomed halkalı escort there. All of you will have a place with us.” she told them, speaking in a clear voice.

Scott walked over to the Kalastiel king, Onthamar, and held out his hand to shake. Onthamar had been watching the interactions between the Humans wordlessly, standing back out of the way.

“What is this?” Onthamar asked suspiciously. “What would you have me do?”

Tiana hurried over, and Gregoir and his bunch also sauntered a little closer.

“Uh, King Onthamar?” Tiana asked timidly. “This is the custom among our people. We shake hands to show goodwill and trust.”

“Indeed?” Onthamar said, raising his eyebrows. “Is it your wish to show me goodwill and trust?”

“It is.” Scott said, holding out his hand more firmly. “It would honor me if you would return it.”

“Indeed.” Onthamar agreed dryly. “But that one… there, is going to cut down Flindair. I can see it in his mind.” Onthamar pointed at one of the Humans standing nearby.

“What?” Scott gasped, turning to look at Gregoir.

Gregoir broke apart from the small group of men clustered around him and approached Scott and the women.

“Kingmage, I have news from the Council.” he said smoothly.

“Indeed?” Scott said abruptly. “Who are you?”

“I am Gregoir, Councilman Head.” he said haughtily.

“And them? Are they the Council?” Scott asked him, gesturing to a small group of white hairs standing together.

“Indeed they are, and they have chosen me, and my fathers before me, to Represent them between Kingmages, and we have decided to-”

“Decide all you want. I’m the Kingmage, and what I say goes.” Scott told him flatly. He took two steps forward and grabbed the lapels of Gregoir’s robes, lifting him an inch off the ground. The man let out a yelp, and two of the Council stepped forward, but Jordan Miller and his crew stepped between and blocked. “Like I told you before, if I decide I want a Council, you won’t be on it.”

Scott tossed the man backward and stood over him menacingly until the he could scramble away. Halfway back to his group, Gregoir stopped, turned, and shook his fist at Scott.

“You mark my words, young man, I’m not without power in our world! You will regret this, I promise! You and that race traitor bitch of yours! Those trees are DEAD!””

Scott took off running after Gregoir at this threat, and Gregoir stopped at his group, thinking the numbers would protect him. They did not. Scott caught the smaller man and wrapped both hands around his throat, and began strangling him.

The other six members of the Council were all old, well into their sixties or seventies and frail. One of them tried to pry Scott’s arm away from his friend, but Scott was far too strong for him and barely noticed. Anatin, Gregoir’s son, was simply frozen horror as he watched his father die, murdered by the new Kingmage right before his eyes only yards away.

When Gregoir was well and truly dead, Scott threw the man’s body down and stared at the hundred or so so people who had just witnessed the murder. There was a stunned silence, an un-natural hush over the crowd standing in the circle of Trees.

“This man threatened to cut down these Trees.” Scott told them, gesturing at the body. “Who here would dispute that I did right? Who here would cut down these Trees?”

“Nobody!!” Jordan cried out. “All of us here would DIE for these Trees! Some of us already have!”

“That is true.” Scott said somberly. “Fifteen have died for this Grove, one for each Tree here. These Trees have been bought with blood! Human blood! We have taken much from the Moverts tonight, and almost all of them are dead! With this place as a stronghold, this war could be won in a few years!” Scott finished this last in a triumphant shout.

“And what of the Kalastiel?” said the oldest of the Council. He was the one who had tried physically to stop him, Scott noted to himself.

“Sir?” Scott asked. “What of them?”

“There are three sides in this War, young man.” he said. “I have heard that you are a wilder, is içerenköy escort this true?”

“I really don’t care for that name, but yes sir, it’s true.” Scott admitted. “What of it?”

“You have no training.” came the reply. “You know nothing of the history of this place. You have no idea who it was you just killed or what you have done by bringing us here. I see a Queentree in the Grove, yes, but I see a Kingtree as well, and that has NEVER been done, never in all of history. The Kalastiel will be swarming this place next year, thousands, I predict, and then WE will be fighting THEM!”

“I have their word.” Scott said quietly. “I do not believe that Humans ever need fight the Kalastiel. We can live side by side in peace.”

The old man snorted derisively. “And you trust their words, do you, young man?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Only fools believe in peace.”

“More than I trust your words, sir.” Scott said. “Perhaps we Humans might be better off without you six corrupted old fools. You have been in power far too long, assholes. Peace is more than a fairy tale concept.”

“And you have never held power before. Don’t you think you should benefit from our experience? We have never seen peace. That is why we don’t believe it exists.”

“Hell no.” Scott said, but Tiana pulled his arm. He stepped aside and they conversed in hushed tones.

“Don’t kill them.” Tiana said, seriously. “They are connected, like Mafia connected, you know? It’s bad enough you killed Gregoir. If you kill the rest, we’ll never be safe, not anywhere on the planet, Earth OR here. Connected.” Tiana shuddered, glancing at the old man over her shoulder. He grinned mercilessly at her, knowing what she was telling him.

Scott turned back to the six and faced them. “If what she just told me is true, I might be best served to kill all of you right now, in this world, where I can touch you.”

“If you do that, there will be no next year here for you. I can promise you that. We have agents worldwide.” said one of the other ones, sneering. “What you do here is known in the real world, no matter WHO you kill.”

“That’s what Tiana just told me.” Scott said. “Truthfully, I’m not afraid of that. I woke at dawn here. I practically watched the sunrise. In fact, I missed most of it waking Tiana up so I could find out what’s going on. Me AND her have been awake all day, and that is going to make us more powerful than anyone in history. Psychic powerful, and any assassin who comes within fifty miles of me will get turned to my side.”

“But that’s not why I’m not going to kill you.” Scott said. “I’m not afraid your organization. However, you six have agents all over the world. I can use that. I’m going to need to use that if what I suspect comes to pass.” he told them.

“You killed Gregoir.” said the oldest. “You killed him right in front of his son! We’ll never work for you! One way or another, you are going to be made to pay for that!”

“I also have the deaths of Kassandra and the Fourteen to atone for.” Scott agreed with him. “But I won’t be answering to you. Not to any of you. I am the Kingmage, and you will do well not to forget it!!”

“I won’t forget it.” Jordan declared. He knelt on one knee before him. “My life before yours, Sire.” he said. The rest of his crew, the ones he had defended the line with, all of them as one, stooped to one knee and bent their heads.

“That won’t be necessary.” Scott said. “I intend to live a long full life, but not longer than anyone else’s!”

“In this place, we are at war.” Jordan told him, still kneeling. “In this place, my life before yours, Sire.”

“Really.” Scott said dryly. “And why should that be…”.

“I am Brandon McAlter, sire.” said another man, speaking up. “My mother taught me this when I was just a lad, but I have no more talent for it then any other man. I just have some training.” He was standing next to one of the thirteen, and he put his hands on it and began singing. In the first few notes, a misty form appeared, reaching out to him, but as her fingers reached his face, she wafted kartal escort into dissipating smoke and was gone. The man turned to Scott. “Now you try it. Kingmage. None here can make any of the Kalastiel appear any better than that. I could only get that much because I know one of the Songs.”

Scott walked over, put his hands on the Tree, just as the Brandon had, and began singing the same song. This time, the misty woman became solid and stayed flesh as the Song ended, and she knelt at Scott’s feet.

“You truly are the Kingmage.” Jordan whispered, staring raptly at the Kalastiel woman amongst them. “You did that with no training at all. You don’t even sing that well.”

“Go to her.” Scott told him, chuckling. “Sing with her. There is room here for a second male, and I choose you. Sing with her, and grow a Tree, Jordan.”

“Sire?” Jordan whispered, but Scott just smiled and waved him on.

“Get used to seeing everyone bow before you like this.” Scott grinned, indicating everyone around. Even Tiana was on one knee. “Don’t get to liking it, though. We don’t need resentment. We’re gonna have enough problems with the Council.”

“You have no idea.” Jordan said under his breath as he stole a glance at them over his shoulder. He turned to the Kalastiel woman’s hand and got her to stand. She still wouldn’t look up, however. She was not a Lady among her people; she was a servant, but all their lives were interconnected to Trees here, the same way Kalastiel could Sing human forms from the Trees sometimes.

“What is your name?” he asked her. She finally looked into his face, summoning all her courage.

Without moving her mouth, she said into his mind… without words…

“Shalastra.” he said aloud, forcing his mouth to make the sounds his mind had heard. “Shaaaa…llllaaaassss…trrrraaaa…”he sang, taking her other hand.

“Torrr-” she started to sing, but shook her head. “Dlllorrr-” She shook her head again, but was still moving with him, dancing to the sound of her name as he Sang it.

“Djorrr—dannn!!” she sang, having trouble making the “J” sound.

“Miller.” Jordan thought, giving her his other name, easier for her to say.

“Milll…errrr!” Kalastra sang joyfully. She twirled them both to a place under Sononia and Flindair, the two of them Singing each others name and revolving around one another. When the music ended, Kalastra had one leg thrown over his hip, and she leaned back, letting him hold her with one arm as she wantonly relaxed in his grip, letting him have his way with her.

Finally, he let her go, spent, and she lay on the ground between the two Trees, giving birth to the same sort of nut that had produced Sononia and Flindair.

Scott looked around the Grove, and saw many of the people were laying down to sleep, misting away to the waking world, Filled with the power of this place. Jordan sat down, watching the Tree he had sired grow waist high before his eyes closed.

It made Scott wonder how much stronger he was going to be than everyone else. He had been awake all day and it was fully dark now. Only a few people were still awake, Tiana being one of them, but even she was yawning sleepily. Even as Scott watched, a lot of people were misting away.

His thirteen girls were still awake though, Kassandra’s group. The women who had survived the fourteen martyrs. His thirteen who were going to come to him in the waking world. Thirteen beautiful girls, all under the age of twenty, he surmised.

“This is what I get for dreaming about sex slaves.” he thought wryly.

“Look, ladies, I know what you’re thinking, but honestly, look around us. Each one of these trees represent a, uh… a coupling.” he stammered. “I couldn’t possibly…”

The dark little Mexican girl spoke up first. “This is Dreamland. You can do anything while you’re awake here. Plus, you’re the Kingmage. Enrique died for you.” She gestured to the rest of the girls around her. “All of us lost the man who took our virginity. Please? Don’t leave us with nothing. If you Fill us here, we will share your strength and be guaranteed to be with child when we wake.”

“And so you know?” she continued. “All thirteen of us are sleeping next to a dead body right now. It will help to know that life is inside me when I wake to that. Poor Enrique…”

***

To be continued…

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I’d never been to a male strip club…..didn’t really even know they existed. But when my friend – Anne – got divorced, my other friend – Chrissy – called to tell me she was taking Anne out on the town….did I want to join them? The plan was to have a nice meal, drink too much wine, and end up at a male strip club where we could ogle well-hung guys…. drink more wine…..and ogle more naked guys.

I said, “Sure. Barry’s out of town again this week for work, so any day works for me.”

Chrissy said, “Don’s going hunting this weekend at the deer lease, so let’s do it Saturday night.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said….then added, “Actually, I’ve never been to one of these places….I’m kinda excited about checking it out.”

Chrissy exclaimed, “Oh, Paula, you’ll love it. The guys are all well- built with huge cocks that are barely covered….until they’re uncovered….it’ll blow your mind. I go whenever Don goes to his deer lease with his buddies. Since Barry’s out of town a lot, you might want to join me sometimes.”

“I don’t know….I guess we’ll see how Saturday goes…”

On Saturday evening, I put on a red, halter dress that hugged all of my curves beautifully. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress, so it allowed my unfettered D-cup tits to jiggle and sway beneath the fabric, showing off obvious nipple bumps through the thin, stretchy material. Underneath I wore a pair of T-back panties that helped hide any panty lines around my hips. I was a bit self-conscious at first, but – with a little help from some wine while I dressed – I ended up feeling sexy and adventurous by the time I was driving to the restaurant to meet Chrissy and Anne.

We met at a nice restaurant just down the street from the strip joint, where we ate and giggled and drank too much wine….just like we had planned. Afterwards we left our cars where they were and walked to the club with the sign that read “Totally Naked Guys” blazing in the darkened window.

We were shown to a table near the center stage, and I spent a minute checking out the place and what was going on. The guy on stage was a good-looking, muscular guy who was gyrating his torso, and thrusting his hips in rhythm to the heavy beat of the music which filled the entire room. His naked cock was impressively big, and it was flopping around between his legs, along with his balls, banging against his thighs as he swiveled and “danced” to the music. I could see that he had an elastic strap around his waist that sort of looked like a jock strap without the cloth covering his dick…..and as I watched other women approach the stage, I realized this was so they could slip bills underneath the strap while he danced in front of them.

Right about then a waiter approached our table and stood between Chrissy and me. He was also well-built – like all the other guys I saw around the room – and naked, except for a tiny G-string underwear that left his ass cheeks completely exposed, with a sheath for his dick and a sack for his balls. The fabric of his sheath was so thin, I could see that he was circumcised, with a nice, mushroom shaped tip to his cock. He seemed to recognize Chrissy….which made sense, since she said she comes here whenever Don was at the deer lease….so after a familiar exchange with her, he asked us what we’d all like to drink.

As we discussed what drinks to order, I noticed Chrissy’s hand slip beneath the waiter’s ass cheeks and between his legs, where she started running her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. He didn’t miss a beat and continued discussing drink options with the three of us….even as Chrissy’s hand continued toying with the head of his prick and fondling his balls through the material of his G-string. Once all our drinks were ordered, the waiter stood where he was for a few more seconds, smiling down at Chrissy. After a few more strokes, Chrissy released his dick and pulled her hand out from between his legs, giving his ass a quick squeeze as she did. Then he left to place our orders at the bar.

Chrissy winked at me and said, “That’s Tony. He’s a dancer, too, but some nights he just waits tables. He’s one of my favorites.”

As we chatted amongst ourselves, I continued checking out the room. In general it appeared that waiters and dancers all wore the same outfit….which meant they were completely nude, except for a G-string with a sheath for their shafts and a sack for their balls, which allowed fatih escort both to bounce and swing freely as they moved around the room or danced on stage. It was also obvious that this was optional, as I could see waiters at several tables with their G-strings pulled aside as women fondled their nut sacks and stroked their exposed cocks. Some had full erections, but most were only semi-hard. All the cocks were impressive, and my head was on a swivel trying to take it all in.

I leaned over to Chrissy and said, “Isn’t there a rule about touching their dicks?”

She said, “I guess so, but it’s never enforced. All the waiters and dancers let the customers stroke their pricks and fondle their balls….it increases their tips.” She nodded to some closed doors in the back of the room and said, “If you want to do more than fondle them, they have VIP rooms over there.”

Tony came back with our drinks, and Chrissy squeezed his ass cheeks and cupped his balls from behind again, as he placed the drinks around the table in front of us. As we sipped our wine, I started watching the new dancer on stage and was particularly impressed. He was good-looking, with a great physique, and his dangling shaft was long and thick, swinging wildly between his legs as he gyrated to the music.

Chrissy saw me watching him, and nudge me with her elbow. “Go up there and put some money in his G-string.” I laughed, then decided…”what the hell.” I grabbed a five dollar bill from my purse and walked up to the edge of the stage. He saw me approaching, and he ‘danced’ his way over to where I stood. He rocked his hips a few times above me, making his penis and testicles flounce and sway. Then he squatted down in front of me, with his legs spread wide and his semi-hard prick dangling right in front of my face.

With a devious smile on his face and his eyes locked onto my swaying boobs and nipple bumps he said, “Hi, beautiful. What do you have for me there?”

I blushed when I saw where his eyes were looking and laughed a little, making my tits jiggle more – which he seemed to appreciate – then I held up the five dollar bill and slipped it underneath the G-string strap around his waist, bumping my hand against the head of his cock as I did. He stayed in his squatting position for a few more seconds, with his legs spread and his big dick bouncing precariously close to my face. I was kind of mesmerized by the way his long shaft swung back and forth between his spread legs. Then our eyes met for a second before I smiled, turned and headed back to my table.

For the next 20 minutes, or so, the three of us were drinking, laughing and taking in the sights around us when Anne told us how much fun she was having, and how good it felt to be out of the house, and among handsome, well-hung guys…especially since they were naked. Chrissy pointed to the VIP rooms in back and said, “You can always spend a few special minutes with one of the dancers back there. It’s probably been a while since you’ve had a decent fuck, right?”

Anne laughed and said, “You’ve got that right. Steve and I hadn’t had sex for almost a year before we finally got divorced….and it wasn’t all that great when we WERE having sex. He’s not that big, and – frankly – he’s not that good in the sack.”

As she said this, her eyes kept roaming the room for one of the dancers who were offering lap dances or trips to a VIP room. She caught the eye of one, and he sauntered over to the table, with his semi-hard prick swinging back and forth between his legs as he approached us. His cock was tucked into the sheath of the G-string around his waist, although we could easily see the outline made by the head of his cock and all the veins of his shaft through the thin, stretchy material.

When he got to the table he stepped up to Anne and gently gyrated his hips, causing his dick to swing slowly in front of her face. Her eyes were pretty much locked onto his jiggling rod as he asked….”See anything you like?”

Anne smiled up at him, reached out with one hand and traced her fingertips up and down the length of his swaying pole and said, “Definitely.”

“How about if we take this to a VIP room in the back?” he said, with a big grin.

Anne glanced at Chrissy and me, then back at the dancer and said, “Sounds good….lead the way.” As they left the table, Anne looked back at Chrissy and me and gave us a big smile güngören escort before slipping through one of the VIP doors with her new dancer-friend.

Chrissy and I looked at each other and giggled, agreeing that this is exactly what Anne needed following her divorce, then turned our attention back to the mostly naked cocks and balls swinging and bouncing around the room.

A few minutes later, I felt strong hands gently kneading my shoulders from behind me. It felt great, but it surprised me, and I turned in my chair to who it was. It was the dancer I had tipped on-stage standing behind me. He had a huge smile on his face, and the shaft of his long prick was hanging directly in front of my face, nearly bumping into my nose.

“Just wanted to stop by and say ‘thank’ for the tip while I was on stage.”

Trying not to stare at his beautiful, dangling cock in my face, I said, “It was my pleasure.” I let my eyes shift down to his swaying dick for a brief second, adding, “You’re fun to watch.”

“Thanks….my name is Thad….you interested in joining me in one of the VIP rooms for some special attention?” He asked, with a grin.

I had to admit to myself that watching all the bouncing dicks and naked man-flesh around the room for the past hour had me totally aroused and extremely wet. I looked over at Chrissy, who smiled and nodded her approval, then looked back at Thad and said, “Sure. Why not?”

Thad grabbed my hand and led me to the VIP room right next to the one Anne and her dancer had disappeared into.

I had never been in a VIP room, so – while Thad closed the door behind us – I took a second to look around. A couple of things stood out to me. First – there was a big, wide, over-stuffed chair with rolled arms that looked VERY comfortable. I could imagine several ways it could be used to do what I thought Thad and I were about to do. Second – it wasn’t as dark as I had expected, which I liked. It meant I could see everything going on, which I definitely preferred.

And lastly – I was surprised that I could actually hear Anne in the room next to us pretty clearly. She was obviously being fucked by the dancer she had chosen. I could hear her grunts and exclamations as he pounded his cock into her pussy over and over. I smiled to myself as I listened to her fuck noises through the wall….”Unh…Unh…Unh…Oh my God…that feels…so good….Unh…Unh…Unh…”

This had me even more aroused, and by now my pussy was absolutely dripping. I turned to Thad and noticed that he had already tossed his G-sting aside, leaving his impressive prick swinging freely between his legs. He pushed me back onto the big chair, kicked my legs apart and stepped between them, draping his semi-hard dick across my chin. He gyrated his hips a bit, which caused his shaft to gently slap my face as I settled back into the chair cushions and enjoyed the sensation of a stiff cock rubbing against my cheeks.

With one hand on the back of the chair for support, Thad leaned into me, using his other hand to grab his growing dick and nudge it against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked gently on the tip, then opened a little wider and drew the whole shaft into my mouth. Thad moaned, then started slowly rocking his hips until he was sliding his pole in and out of my mouth in earnest. I eagerly bobbed my head back and forth on his growing rod, using one hand to stroke the entire shaft as I sucked it, and using the other hand to fondle his dangling nut sack bouncing against my chin.

Between Thad’s moans I could still hear Anne next door moaning and grunting as she enjoyed a good dick-pounding. I smiled around Thad’s erection pumping in and out of my mouth as I heard Anne’s rising voice from next door…”Oh, my God…..I’m going to cum…..Oh…Unh….Unh…Yeah, just like that….Unh…Unh….Ooooohhhh, fuck that feels good…..Aaahhhh, God, that’s amazing….Aaaahhhhh…” Just as Anne’s moans started to soften, I heard a grunt and the obvious sounds of her dancer finishing inside her – “Yes …Yes …Yeeeeesssss …Unh …Unh …Unh …. Aaaaahhhh, yes….” This was followed by low murmurs from both of them, along with the squishy sounds of a stiff shaft sliding slowly in and out of a cum-filled pussy.

I pulled Thad’s thickening rod out of my mouth and began stroking it with one hand, jerking it to full erection, while using my other hand to stroke my pussy lips and rub my throbbing clitoris. I was kadıköy escort absolutely drenched now, and I wanted this cock inside me….NOW! Still pumping with one hand, I pulled my panties aside with the other, then guided the head of Thad’s penis to my dripping pussy and pulled him gently toward the opening. He took it from there, cramming his entire cock into me with a single big push. Oh, my God, that felt good! I was so wet he slid in easily. I let out a moan, grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and pulled him hard into my aching cunt. Thad slammed his dick into me over and over, causing me to grunt with every thrust. I moaned and rocked my hips in rhythm with his pounding prick.

Thad pulled the top of my halter dress down so that my big boobs popped out and started bouncing back and forth on my chest. His eyes were locked on my tits for a minute as they swung freely, bumping into each other from the force of his thrusts….he was clearly enjoying the show. Then, with a big grin, he grabbed both of them, squeezing the flesh and pulling on the nipples, as he continued pounding his cock in and out of my cunt with gusto. His dick was hitting all the right spots inside my pussy, and I let out a squeal as a climax rocketed through my entire body. I grabbed Thad’s firm ass cheeks tightly, mashing his groin hard between my spread legs, and held him there while I ground my clitoris against the base of his cock. In less than a minute I felt a second orgasm wash over me like a warm tsunami. I moaned out my pleasure, holding Thad’s hips tight against my crotch, as my climax slowly ebbed.

Thad let me enjoy my two orgasms, then flipped me over so that I was on my knees, facing the back of the chair, with my legs spread and my pussy fully exposed to his huge dick in a doggystyle position. He wasted no time lining up the tip of his cock with my gaping vagina, then slamming it all the way in with a massive thrust. He began sliding his prick into and out of my snatch again, in earnest, picking up the pace as he went. He reached underneath my chest and started squeezing and fondling my swinging breasts, which were bouncing like crazy from the pounding he was giving me from behind. I used one hand to support myself against the back of the chair, and reached between my spread legs with the other hand and began rubbing my clit, as I sensed another climax approaching.

My clit-rubbing worked, and I exploded into another amazing orgasm, as Thad continued to squeeze my boobs and slam his shaft into and out of my vagina. Just as I moaned out my third climax, I felt Thad grab both my hips and, with a mighty thrust, erupt inside me, sending rope after rope of warm, sticky cum deep into my drenched pussy.

I laid my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes for a second, relishing my ebbing climax and enjoying Thad’s stiff pole still sliding in and out of my soaking wet twat from behind. Cum and pussy juices were dripping down the inside of my thighs, while Thad continued pushing his cock in and out of me, slowly emptying the last bit of cum from his nut sack into the depths of my cunt.

As we caught our breath, I noticed that I couldn’t hear Anne in the VIP room next door anymore, so I figured she and her dancer had finished her ‘special attention’.

After a few more minutes, Thad pulled his softening dick out of my pussy with a “plop”, then handed me a towel to clean myself with. After I wiped up everything, I slipped my panties back in place, tucked my tits back into the top of my halter dress, then got up and adjusted my dress around my hips. I watched Thad put his G-string back on, sliding his shaft into its sheath, and tucking his balls into the G-string sack between his legs….ready to go back to work.

There was a mirror on the wall next to the door, so I checked myself out before we left the room. I decided I looked OK, so Thad opened the door for me, and I headed back to the table, where Anne and Chrissy were sharing giggling conversation….about her ‘special attention’ from the dancer, no doubt.

I sat down and added my ‘special attention’ story to the discussion, and we laughed and drank and ogled the swinging dicks until they closed the place and we had to leave.

After that amazing night, Anne started going to that strip club several times a month. Chrissy joined whenever her husband was at the deer lease with his buddies, and I went with them whenever my husband was out of town on business. I guess we averaged about two to three times per month, depending on whether or not it was hunting season. We each had our favorite dancers, and we all made very good use of the VIP rooms.

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ANNABELL

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I thought mom’s problems started on that Christmas morning when Dad got me a gift that totally changed my life. The fact is that mom’s problems started long before that, but at that time I didn’t know and didn’t care ’cause I was too wrapped up in the wonderful gift my father gave me.

It was a doll and everyone said it looked just like me. It has long red hair, green eyes and a face full of freckles just like me. It even came with a Kelly green dress with white ruffles just like the one I had in my closet. I just loved that doll but when I showed it to mom, she got this strange look on her face.

“Look mom,” I said with an almost uncontrollable state of excitement. “Look what Daddy got me for Christmas. How did he know mom? How did he know this is what I’ve always wanted?” mom didn’t answer. She just looked at me with this strange expression and then she stared at Dad and gave him a questioning look. That told me that she had no idea so I ran to Dad and asked him the same question.

“How did you know Dad, how did you know I’ve always wanted a twin sister?” Hugging the doll with all my might I twirled around in delirious joy and kept turning until I got dizzy and fell to the floor. After rolling around in the middle of the living room floor, I held the doll up with both hands and proudly announced, “I’m going to name her Jingle-bell, because she’s a Christmas doll, but I’ll call her Bell for short.” Turning to Dad I said, “You and mom can calls us ‘A’ and ‘B’.” Get it Dad, ‘A’ for Anna and ‘B’ for Bell.”

I don’t know what got into mom, but when I said that, she suddenly jumped out of her chair and spilled all the presents she had on her lap. Covering her face with both hands she ran out of the living-room crying. About two seconds later aunt Tilly and grandma followed her into the bedroom. I didn’t know what was going on so I turned to dad for an answer.

“Molly!” Dad called out to mom, but she didn’t answer. Then grandma closed the bedroom door and dad put his hand up to indicate that I should stay put while he ran off after them. Without looking back he disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door.

“Was it something I said?” I asked Bell. “I don’t think so,” she answered, “but there was one sure way to find out.” Crawling up to my parent’s room I peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door. All I could see was their feet but that was better than nothing. Dad, grandma and aunt Tilly were standing next to the bed but mom must have been laying on the bed cause I couldn’t see her feet at all. Then they started talking.”

“How could you?” I heard my mother say. “Giving her a doll that looks just like her and then calling it her twin sister. How could you be so cruel?”

“Wait a minute,” My dad replied. “I didn’t say anything about it being her twin. That was her idea. All I did was buy a doll at the mall.”

“And it just happen to look just like her?” Mom asked sarcastically. “Was that just a coincidence?”

“No, it was suppose to look like her.” Dad replied as mom went into another crying fit.

“Look, I was passing by this store in the mall.” Dad continued, “It was called ‘The Doll Factory’ or something. Anyway, there was a young women in the corridor and she handed me a discount coupon and asked if I had a daughter. I said yes and told her about Anna. I told her Anna was 7 years old, extremely intelligent and very hard to shop for. I explained that Anna was an only child and we spoiled her rotten so she had everything money could buy and I had no idea what else I could get her.”

“Leading me by the arm, the salesgirl took me into the store and told me she had the perfect gift for Anna. She explained that they made custom dolls and if I showed her a picture of Anna they could make me a doll that looked just like her.” Dad stopped to look at mom before continuing. “She said it was the latest rage and assured me that my little girl would love it.” I saw dad’s feet move towards aunt Tilly and grandma as he continued his explanation. “I thought it was a good idea.” He pleaded his case. “I had no reason to think Molly would react as she did.”

“No reason?’ Mom shouted at him as she got to her feet. “Have you forgotten what happened 8 years ago? Isn’t it bad enough that Anna talks to an imaginary friend? You know how much that bothers me. Now you’ve given her that dammed doll to obsess over. She’s already calling it her twin sister.” Mom broke down in tears again. “And… worst of all, … she wants to call it… Bell.” Mom screamed as she fell on the bed crying.

“You’re the one that’s obsessing.” Dad said as he tried to move towards mom but aunt Tilly move up to stop him. Then I guess she must have pushed him away because dad’s feet took several steps back. That’s when Grandma moved towards mom and sat on the bed.

“Oh honey don’t let that fret you.” Grandma said with a very sympathetic voice. “I’m sure Tim had no idea what he was doing. You know how men are. If it isn’t about cars or sports they don’t have a clue. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt you. He just wasn’t thinking and forgot…” Then Grandma leaned forward and hugged Mom. “But maybe that’s a good thing.” grandma continued, “It’s been 8 years honey, isn’t it about time that you forgot about it too? You’ve got a daughter to raise and the poor thing is out there all by herself wondering what all this commotion is about. Don’t spoil her Christmas. You go out there and tell her the present her father gave her is the prettiest doll you’ve ever seen.”

Everyone was quiet for a while and then Mom got up and started walking towards the door. That was my cue to get back to where I was sitting and pretend to be playing with my doll. When the family marched back into the room, everyone took their places around the tree and tried to pretend nothing happened.

Mom walked up to me and sat on the floor right by my side. She took me in her arms and said, “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to get all teary and spoil your fun. I think your new doll is beautiful but when you told me you were going to name her Bell, it reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago and thinking about her made me sad.” Mom put her arms around me and squeezed so hard that it hurt but I didn’t say a thing because I knew she was fighting off tears and I guess she was still hurting inside.

After a while I decided to say something to make Mom feel better. Holding my doll up for her to see, I told Mom that Bell was very pleased to meet her. Mom didn’t answer, she just held us both close to her chest and rocked back and forth. Then I felt a tear-drop fall on my hand. “Why are you crying Mom? Is meeting Bell making you sad?”

“No baby.” Mom replied. “These are tears of joy. I’m very happy to meet Bell.” Then she sniffled and another tear-drop fell. This time it landed on my doll’s porcelain face just below one of her Crystal green eyes. “Look Mom,” I said, still trying to make her feel better. “Bell is happy to meet you too. See, she’s crying tears of joy just like you.”

“I didn’t think I said anything wrong but after I said that Mom started crying eryaman escort again. It didn’t take long for the whole family to come to her side and helped her stand up. Then they lead her back into the bedroom and closed the door. They weren’t in there too long before Dad came out and told me not to worry that Mom was going to be all right. Putting both hands on my shoulders he told me he was going to take me out for an eggnog shake at Denny’s.

“Really Daddy, really?” I was surprised cause we hadn’t given out all the presents yet and nobody was allowed to leave until everyone got their gifts. “Can I bring Bell?” I asked. Dad said yes and asked me to get my coat. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I jumped up and ran to the closet. I love those eggnog shakes and I would have one every day but Christmas is the only time they serve them.

It wasn’t long before Dad, Bell and me were sitting at the booth and waiting for our order. Dad ordered coffee and said Bell and I could share the shake. That was kind of silly since Bell doesn’t eat or drink. I have always done the eating and drinking for both of us. Anyway, while we were waiting, Dad said he had something to tell me. I didn’t know what it was but I was sure it was going to be about mom.

Dad began by saying that what he had to say was very important but he wasn’t sure if I was old enough to hear it or if he should be the one to tell me. He said it was something I had to know so I could understand what my mom was going through and so I would stop doing things that upset her. I started to ask Dad a question but he held up his hand and told me to just listen and he would answer all my questions when he was done.

For the next half hour my father told me a very long story about what happened while Mom was pregnant with me. Dad told the story real slow so I could understand but as he told the story it reminded me about some thoughts I’ve had in my head that always troubled me. I use to think those thoughts were just dreams but after what Daddy said, I now know they are actually memories.

Dad said that eight years ago, when mom was pregnant with me, the doctor gave them some really good news. Mom was going to have twins. The doctor showed them some ultra-sound pictures that proved that mom had two babies growing in her belly. Dad said it was hard to see in the fuzzy ultra-sound pictures but the doctor said he was sure and he pointed to two round things that he said were the heads of baby girl ‘A’ and baby girl ‘B.’

“That was me and Bell.” I shouted while holding up my doll. “That was us.” I told Bell, “Wasn’t it Daddy?”

Dad’s mouth smiled but the rest of his face was serious. He said there was a whole lot more to the story and suggested I sit back in the booth and listened without asking any more questions.

He said mom was really happy about having twins and she bragged to everyone that her girls were going to be the prettiest, smartest babies ever. Mom couldn’t wait to be a mother and she threw herself into decorating the nursery. Dad said she spared no expense making sure the Baby’s room was the cutest thing anyone ever saw.

As the months went by, Dad said that Mom’s belly got bigger and bigger but the doctor thought it wasn’t big enough and he wanted to do some test to make sure everything was all right. Dad said the test were in-con-clusive. That means that the doctor still didn’t know what was going on so he wanted mom to have something Dad said was called a cat-scan.

When I heard the word cat, I got all excited and couldn’t help myself. I just had to ask about the cat. Dad said there wasn’t any cat and explained that a cat-scan was another kind of picture that doctors take to look inside of people. Then he reminded me that I had promised not to interrupt so I said I was sorry and me and Bell sat back in the booth.

Anyway, the cat-scan showed that something was wrong. The babies were growing together and they were going to be conjoined twins. I didn’t know what that was but before I could ask dad held up his hand continued his story. He said the doctor believed that the babies were attached at the chest but it turned out to be far worse. The twins had a normal body from the shoulders down, but at the top of the extra wide shoulders, the body split into two separate and distinct individuals.

“The doctor took me aside.” Dad continued, “and showed me a video of the cat-scan. The image clearly showed two heads attached to one body. It was a very curious sight but I couldn’t take my eyes off their faces. They were beautiful and my heart was filled with love for both of them. For a very long time I watched them peacefully sleeping while they sucked their thumbs. Baby girl ‘A’ was sucking the thumb on the right hand and baby girl ‘B’ was sucking the thumb on the left.”

Dad went on to tell me what the doctor said after that. The doctor told Dad that the two heads were connected to the body at the spinal column and other than having two heads the body was normal and healthy. The heads seemed healthy too. He said they were both equally viable with no medical reason to prefer one over the other.

Dad stopped the story to look at me. I think he was trying to decide if I understood what he was saying but I didn’t say a word, so Daddy continued. He said the doctor told him that the two girls shared all their major organs from the base of their spinal column down. From there up their circulatory and nervous systems divided into two separate systems. That was very fortunate, the doctor said, because it would make separating the girls in utero relatively easy.

Daddy asked if that meant that he could save both girls but the doctor said no. Only one child would survive the operation. The real problems was that someone would have to choose which of the two heads would be removed. The only other choice was to give birth to a two headed baby.

Daddy stopped talking and just stared at me for a long time. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached to the middle of the table and poured himself another cup of coffee. Then he asked if I understood what he was saying.

I thought about it for a minute and then answered. “Mom had two babies in her stomach that were stuck together.”

“That’s right.” Daddy answered.

“So how come there’s only one of me?” I asked.

Dad looked at me for a while and said, “Just listen to the rest of the story. It will all be clear to you by the time I’m done..”

Dad said that when he told mom what the doctor said, she was dev-is-tated. All her dreams about having the perfect twins were shattered. And what was worst, she was now faced with the frightful prospect of giving birth to a monster. How would she ever face her friends? She’d be the mother of a freak and the news-media would probably spread her shame all over the world.

“I tried to tell her that all was not lost. We had an alternative.” Daddy continued. “We could still chose to have a normal baby. It was a horrible choice but all we had to do was to choose which one of the girls we wanted to save.”

After weeks of thinking they found esenler escort it was an impossible choice so they called the family together for a prayer meeting. The pastor lead them in prayer but when it came time to ask the Lord to help the girls, they realized that the girls didn’t have names. Mom had promised herself that she wouldn’t name them until after she held them in her arms and looked into their eyes. This however, was an emergency so she decided right then and there to name baby girl ‘A’ Anna and baby girl ‘B’ would be called Bella. Then they got back to their prayer and asked the Lord to help them come to the right decision.

While they were thinking about what they should do, the pastor gave them some advice. He said that they could choose to trust God. Each life was precious in God’s eyes and they should accept the girls the way God made them. The pastor assured them that if they did that, the church would come to their aid and help them raise the children.

Dad said the doctor wasn’t so optimistic. He saw neurological and circulatory problems and even major psychological problems down the road when the girls realized how different they were from everybody else. I told dad I didn’t understand all those words so he said he’d make it simpler for me.

He said the doctor told him that baby girl ‘A’ controlled the right side of the body and baby girl ‘B’ controlled the left and it was going to be hard for them to move. And he also found some problems with their heart. Dad said it was called Cardy-act A-rithmatic or something like that. He said that was caused by the two heads trying to control the body at the same time. The doctor also said that even if all the other problems could be fixed, He didn’t think the baby could have a good life as a two headed girl.

“Dad said the doctor scheduled mom for surgery and a Cess-seri-ann delivery but when the day came to go to the hospital, they still haven’t made a decision. After looking at the cat-scan video a whole bunch of times, mom and dad still couldn’t make a choice so dad told mom she have the baby the way God made them.”

“Your mom rejected that.” dad said, Then the doctor told them that the carddy-act thing had gotten real bad and if they didn’t make a decision soon, they might loose both girls.”

“Which is it going to be, baby girl ‘A’ or baby girl ‘B’? The doctor asked dad. Dad thought the question was too hard to answer. It wasn’t like picking between Coke or Pepsi, so as the surgical team prepared her for surgery, mom looked up at dad with pleading eyes and said she couldn’t chose. Dad said it was going to be up to him but when he turned to the doctor he couldn’t talk.”

“I wanted to speak, “ dad said, “but nothing came out. I kept seeing the image of the two girls peacefully sucking their thumbs and suddenly I couldn’t breath.”

“I had to step outside to get a breath of air.” Dad continued, “So I told the doctor I’d be back and walked out of the room ignoring all the voices that were calling me back. I walked out of the hospital and kept walking until I was standing next to a neighbourhood bar. Stepping inside I ordered some liquid courage and gulped it down. Well, one drink led to another and before I knew I passed out on the table. The bar tender woke me up and asked me to go home. Looking at my watch I realized that two hours had passed and I rushed to the hospital but it was too late. The nurse told me your mom was in recovery and you were in the intensive care ward.”

Daddy said he met grandma and aunt Tilly in the waiting room. They weren’t too happy with him and told him that mom almost had a nervous breakdown. She kept asking for him but he was nowhere to be found so just before she went under, mom pulled on the doctors sleeve and whispered ‘Anna’. The doctors took that as her choice.

“I was both distraught and relieved.” Daddy continued his story. “Distraught because a decision had been made without me and relieved because I didn’t have to make it.” Dad looked at me and I could see that his eyes were red and teary as he finished his story. “I was a coward.” He confessed with tears rolling down his face. “I ran out on your mother when she needed me most. I forced her to make a decision she wasn’t emotionally prepared to make and I don’t think she’s ever forgiven me for that.”

I guess that was the end of Dad’s story because after that he just sat there with his face in his hands and quietly sobbed.

“That’s okay Daddy,” I said as I stroked his arm. “We understand and we don’t blame you for what happened. We don’t blame mommy either. It was just one of those things that happens when nothing else can be done. But you don’t have to worry about it. We’re okay.”

Dad slowly lifted his head and looked at me. I could see the question forming on his face and he held it in for a long time before finally asking, “We?”

“Bella and me.” I responded. “We don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault that Bella and I grew out of one body. But everything turned out all right. You see, Bella didn’t die. She lives here with me in my head.”

Dad just looked at me. His face was frozen with an expression of disbelief, so I took him by the arm and led him to a mirrored wall that decorated the restaurant. Placing Dad in front of me, I pressed the side of my face against the glass and asked him to look at me. When his graze was fixed on me I put my thumb in my mouth, closed my eyes and we sucked our thumbs just like we did when we were in mom’s tummy.

Dad watched me and my reflection for a while. He didn’t say anything but I’m sure he saw what we wanted him to see because he fell to his knees and whispered, “Bella?”

Seeing me leaning against the mirror while I sucked my thumb reminded him of that cat-scan picture he saw so many years ago He remembered how Bella and I use to suck our thumbs when we were still in mommy;s stomach and at last he understood.”

“Oh my God!” He said. “Can this be real?” He asked not sure who or what he was talking to. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re both alive?” When we nodded yes, he put his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into our eyes. He must have seen something there because he suddenly pulled us to him and held us tight for a long time.

When Daddy stood up we went back to the booth and sat in silence. For a long time he just kept staring at us. Then he told us that we must never tell mom what we just told him. I explained that in a way we already had. “You know how mom use to tell you that I had an imaginary friend?” Dad just sat there looking at me so I continued.

“Until just now, when you explained what happened on the day I was born, I didn’t know who Bella was or why she lived inside me. But now Bella and I understand and she remembers how she came to live in me. The day we were born Bella remembers that the doctor cut her neck. She felt the pain and felt herself being pulled away. That scared her so she moved away from the pain and hid inside my head.

After we were born, Bella remained in my head and lived there quietly watching the world through my esenyurt escort eyes but not daring to show herself. I didn’t actually know she was there but I could feel her thoughts. Then, when we were older and I learned to talk, Bella learned to talk too and we started talking to each other.”

“It was wonderful having a friend to talk with and when we were alone, we began to talk out loud. It was mainly baby talk but somehow we could understand each other. When mom noticed she just thought I was being chatty. The things we said surprised her and she told all her friends what a smart and creative child I was.”

“For years we shared our body but mom never suspected there were two of us. She treated us like one person and we had a lot of fun playing games with her. Sometimes mom would ask me a question and Bella would answer. Then I would give a different answer and mom would say, ‘Well, make up your mind young lady.’ That was funny and Bella and I would both giggle. We made a game of teasing mom cause she never knew which one of us she was talking to. Sometimes that made her angry and she told us that we were trying her patience and walked away angry.”

“One day, mom was walking by our room and overheard us talking. She listened for a while and what she heard bothered her. It sounded like two people talking so she came into the room and demanded to know who I was talking to. When I told her I was talking to my friend, mom looked around and when she didn’t see anyone she laughed and asked if I had an imaginary friend?”

“Mom didn’t know my imaginary friend was Bella, but at that time I didn’t know it either so we both called her my imaginary friend and left it at that.”

“After that, mom joined in our games and said that if I was going to have an imaginary friend she was going to have to help out and pick up toys and stuff. Bella was happy that Mom was talking to her and she did everything mom asked. Whenever I didn’t want to do something, Mom would ask if my imaginary friend would do it and since Bella wanted mom to like her, she’d do whatever mom asked. I guess that made mom happy cause she started talking to Bella all the time. She called it our little pretend game and it was fun for a while until I told mom that Bella was real and that she was like a sister that lived inside my head. Mom didn’t like me saying that and told me to stop.”

“Mom said I was getting too old to have an imaginary friend and that she never wanted to hear me talking to myself again. She said what I was doing was crazy and creepy and the last thing she needed was to have her friends and family thinking she had a crazy daughter. After that I stopped talking to Bella in front of mom but Bella and I still talked inside our head where mom couldn’t hear us.”

“Mom didn’t believe us Daddy. Why didn’t she believe us?”

“She didn’t believe you because she couldn’t believe you.” Dad said, “What you told her and what you are telling me is so far beyond what we think is possible that it defies our concept of reality.“

“I don’t know anything about what is possible and what is not.” I told dad, “All I know is that Bella is just as real now as when we shared a body inside mommy’s tummy. Now that we’re born we still share a body, the only difference is that Bella now lives inside my head.”

Daddy shook his head and sighed. “Okay, maybe I can understand it a little and I guess I have to believe it because of all the things you’ve told me and shown me, but your mother will never understand or believe. Her decision to give birth to you and let Bella die has haunted her for years. In her eyes she defied God’s will and committed an unforgivable sin. Don’t you see? Your Mom believes in a vengeful and unforgiving God that punishes people that don’t obey Him. And all those years of living with guilt and fear have torn a hole in her soul that no one can mend.

“But Daddy, that has all changed now. Now that we know who my imaginary friend really is, we can tell Mom that Bella isn’t dead. She’s alive and living inside me. That should make everything right.”

“You don’t understand.” Dad tried to tell us. “Over the years your mom has filled that hole in her soul with feelings of contempt and self loathing. She believes she should be punished for not having faith in God’s will. I’m afraid that if she finds out that Bella is alive and living inside you, she won’t see that as a reprieve from her torment or a blessing from God. She’ll just think God is mocking her for her disbelief and lack of faith. Instead of embracing you and accepting Bella as her long lost daughter, she’ll recoil in horror. Believe me, this news will drive your mother over the edge and into a world of insanity.”

That’s what Daddy told us and now we kind of wish we had believed him because that is exactly what happened.

When we told Mom, she didn’t believe us and when we tried to prove that Bella was alive and living in me, she got angry and hostile. She blamed Dad for putting us up to telling her such a ridiculous and horrible lie. Then she turned away from us and refused to look at us again. In fact, she turned away from everyone and everything.

Locking herself in her room, mom turned off the lights and sat in the darkness weeping. When the ambulance came she didn’t fight or protest. She thank them for coming and told the doctors that she deserved to be locked away. That she had been a bad mother and it was God’s will that she be punished.

It’s been twenty years since mom was committed and now that we are older, Bell and I understand what happened. Mom couldn’t accept us. She didn’t see us as a chance to have what she had given up. She saw us as proof that her lack of faith was being punished She refused to accept our forgiveness and instead chose to let her guilt and fear turn her life into a living hell.

Bell and I don’t know too much about God or about hell, but we feel that if there is a God, He is not about guilt and punishment; He is about hope and compassion. Our own existence proves that. And hell, if there is such a place, its not a fiery pit in the bows of the earth. It’s a place deep within us where we store all the pain and guilt that we’ve created for ourselves.

We visit mom every other weekend but she refuses to receive us. When they bring her to the visitors area, she hides in a dark corner and covers her face. We know she can see us because she tracks our every move with her red swollen eyes, but when we hold out our arms to let her know that we welcome her into our embrace, she shivers and turns away.

Anna and I wanted to help mom more than anything else in the world, but mom’s fate was out of our hands. We were not responsible for her condition nor was it God’s will. Too many people see God’s will or an attempt to defy His will as a cause for everything they can’t explain. The fact is that nobody knows God’s will and even if they did, there is no way anyone could possibly defy it.

No, mom’s sin wasn’t that she defied God, but rather that she denied herself the power of forgiveness. We all have free will and with that the ability to chose our fate. Mom chose to abandon all hope that she could ever be forgiven. With that abdication she also gave up all hope that she would ever escape from that personal hell in which she kept herself imprisoned.

THE END

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Claudia Incarnata…Part I

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The ethereal power pursues souls to the sea, the sea spits them up onto the threshold of the earth, the earth into the light of the bright sun and the sun hurls them into the whirling ether.

– Empedocles of Akragas (5th Century BCE)

The first thing that you noticed about Claudia was that she was beautiful. Hers was a refined, sophisticated beauty and at its heart lay, an innate earthiness and a rugged independence that surely came from her Sicilian ancestry. Her dark brown eyes and long, flowing black hair shone in the clear morning light. A smile played upon her full lips, lips that were tinted deep red, almost verging on black; like a sweet, ripe mulberry. She turned as the short, balding man before her wiped his forehead with a handkerchief then looked back at the wonderful summer scene before her. It was a bountiful, verdant scene as only the Mediterranean could paint it.

“It’s just so beautiful here, and all this is mine? I can’t believe it.”

“Yes, seniorina, as I said before, your grandmother left this house and all its land to you. You were her only living relative I believe.”

Claudia looked deeply into the man’s eyes. She was not mistrustful by nature but recent events had made her doubt that one person could have so much luck so quickly and so unexpectedly without some catch.

“I will bring the paperwork here tomorrow. You just have to sign a few documents. The deeds to the house will be amongst your nona’s papers but now I will leave you to get settled in. You have my mobile number. Please call my office if you need anything. My secretary Angelina is always there.”

He smiled officiously and wiped his glistening forehead again; replacing a battered panama hat and bowing before her reverentially; as though she was visiting royalty.

“Thank you Signor Agostinelli, grazi mille.”

She waved as Agostinelli got into his old green Fiat and drove slowly back up the gravel driveway to disappear between the tall stone pillars of the gate. When he was gone she turned to look behind her at the house; the house that was now hers.

It was an elegant; white, two storey, stone building dating, so Agostinelli had informed her, to the 1880s. In its architecture could be seen subtle Moorish, Venetian, Medieval and Classical influences which blended to create a visually pleasing and exotic whole. The house was perched upon a rocky cliff before a small bay that enclosed water of a jewel-like clarity. The cliff was not precipitously high but lofty enough to afford a magnificent view and allow a stone stairway to be cut leading down to a tiny pebbled beach. As Claudia stood before the very edge of the cliff later that day; she felt as though she could hold the entire bay in the palm of her hand like a precious keepsake; as indeed it was. If the bay had a name, it was unknown to her but a mere five kilometers north-; west along the coast lay the city of Agrigento or Girgenti; as it was still pronounced in the local Sicilian dialect, despite official efforts since the time of Mussolini to Italianize the name. Agrigento; the ancient Greek Akragas, was far older than Il Duce, far older indeed than Rome. She had heard of its decadent charm, its nightlife and its wealth of archaeological wonders. But all these would have to wait; the house of Claudia’s grandmother Eleanora was of itself, an entire world awaiting discovery.

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It is true of all new dwellings that they seem cold and strange until eventually; one becomes accustomed to them and to the particular personality that they exude. Thus it was that for several days, Claudia felt like an intruder in her new home. The house was still full of her grandmother’s possessions. These were few admittedly but each seemed an integral part of the person who had been Eleanora Incarnata. Apart from the furniture and several paintings there was an extensive collection of African tribal masks and figures. Some of these Claudia found striking and beautiful and they appealed to her love of the exotic and the strange; others she found a little too alien and disturbing. These she carefully packed away, intending to store them in the cellar.
Most of her grandmother’s private papers were in Italian and seemed of little consequence, but upon finding the deeds to the house she discovered that it had a name; Tintamare

“Ah, Sea Colours…”

She pronounced it aloud several times then in a flourish of spontaneous theatricality declared,

“Io sono la padrona di Tintamare!” – I am the mistress of Tintamare.

She laughed; her pronunciation was still woeful and had quickly elicited stares when she had gone shopping in Agrigento. She tried several phrases aloud;

“Io sono la padrona di casa.”

“Io sono una donna del tempo libero. – I am a lady of leisure.

“Goodness that sounds so smug.”

“Io sono un brunette.”

“Io sono una gentildonna.”

Then, as though it was an amplified echo of her own voice, in her mind she heard the phrase;

“Vi sono una bella donna.” – You are a beautiful woman.

Startled, she spun around instinctively but of course, she was alone, without even the sea breeze for company. The house was silent and even the raucous cicadas seemed to be dosing for once in the languorous heat of noon. She reproached herself for being jumpy.

“Time for lunch.”

In the weeks that followed she thoroughly explored the house; attempting to experience it’s every mood and nuance, sometimes staying up till dawn to catch the play of light as the sun rose over the bay and entered through the tall upper storey windows. The sun’s rays lit the rooms well and filled them with an exultant joy that she had seldom felt in other houses. At night she listened to the house’s nocturnal sounds and drank in its deep brooding shadows. Several features of the house particularly delighted her; it had beautiful mosaic floors throughout, made of intricately inlaid marble in many hues. To Claudia’s way of thinking these reflected the vibrant colours of the Mediterranean and each room was an island in that timeless sea. There were several bedrooms and a spacious, well equipped rustic kitchen. Dotted around the entire house, along with the African art, were pieces of Eleanora’s collection of Bitossi ceramics. Stylish designs, hand made with intense colours, these artifacts from the 1970s instantly won for themselves a place in Claudia’s esteem.

At the top of the spiral stair, a long corridor led to the master bedroom then to a semi-circular space which Claudia estimated took up half of the top storey. Here was her grandmother’s conservatory; her music room. She imagined her grandmother entertaining a few select friends here in former days but she also felt that maybe her music might have been a form of private relaxation.

On one, otherwise blank, wall hung a square canvas in a heavy ornate frame. It was a beautiful painting of her grandmother by an unknown hand. Her own likeness to Eleanora was remarkable and had always been commented upon by her family but here there seemed to be a deep sadness in the eyes of the paining that Claudia could not fathom. The strangest thing about the painting though was that it was not signed. How odd, she thought, that after having taken such care to produce a perfect likeness of Eleanora as she had been in her youth, the artist should then omit to sign his work. It was as though the portrait was a trifle, a token of affection and of no real or lasting consequence. On the first night in the house she had taken the painting down with considerable difficulty and looked on the back of it for any sign of a signature, monogram or device, but there was nothing. On the frame, a panel of gilt wood had been inserted and upon it where inscribed the enigmatic lines;

This is her picture as she was:
It seems a thing to wonder on,
As though mine image in the glass
Should tarry when myself am gone.

Below the lines was the name Rossetti. Dante Gabriel Rossetti; a well known painter and poet of the English Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, but what was their significance to this picture? This was yet another of the questions for which she felt a growing need to find an answer.

In an alcove along one wall at the other side of the room were shelves crammed with sheet music. This was mostly printed and bound but some of it was in manuscript and seemingly of considerable age. When Agostinelli had first taken her on a tour of the house, Claudia had made a mental note to sort the music and bring order to it. One of the few things she knew about Eleanora was that music was important to her, and while Claudia was not at çekmeköy escort all musically skilled herself, she did love music and admired those who could perform it.
The focal point of the conservatory was Eleanora’s large and beautiful double manual harpsichord, her cembalo antico. It was clearly an antique with a Baroque or Neo-Classical air about its subtly carved ornamentation. Upon the inside of the lid was a painted scene of swimming dolphins with a muscular male figure riding one of them. The scene was crowned by a Latin motto in capitals of muted gold:

MUSICA DULCE LABORUM LEVAMEN.

That the instrument was valuable there was no doubt; Agostinelli had pointed it out reverentially to her and informed her that it was insured separately, without mentioning for how much. She Googled the motto and found that it meant: the solace of our labours is sweet music.

“I wish I had got to know you better,” she whispered with a tear in her eye as she gently pressed some of the keys on the two keyboards; producing a succession of high notes as the strings within were plucked. As the notes died away, she became conscious of a presence in the room behind her and turned instinctively. Then she felt the merest hint of warm breath on her shoulder and spun around to see the curtains stir in the sea breeze. She sighed with relief; she had never lived by the sea before and she was still far from familiar with the ways of the house.

“Silly me, jumpy, edgy and wistful. Timtamare ti amo,”

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Like Arion on the dolphin’s back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves…

-Shakespeare, Twelfth Night.

Claudia slowly and sensually licked her top lip as she looked into Carlo’s eyes. Her face was set and serious. There was an unsettling intensity in her dark eyes that did much to undermine the confidence of her conquest; for such he was. True, he had tried hard to win her attention; asking her to dance, buying her margaritas and her favourite Cointreau on ice. He had respected her initial reticence without giving up; letting an hour pass before approaching her again and turning on the charm. She found his restraint admirable and chose, in the end, to reward his patient persistence. He had flattered her too; calling her deliziosa, bellissima, squisita and using a string of other Sicilian adjectives that she hardly understood. She had laughed at these superlatives while finding his attention increasingly welcome. When they left the Bar Empedocle in Agrigento, several heads turned and several pairs of envious eyes; both male and female, followed them out.

She stared at him coolly now, like a lioness appraising her kill. Carlo was dark with long, curly boyish locks and a dimpled chin, stubbled cheeks and a delicate throat that reminded her of some work or other of Michelangelo’s. He could speak about as much English as she could speak Italian. But as they lay nude amongst her huge white pillows with the open window behind them and, beyond that, the boundless moonlit sea, the need for verbal communication became increasingly slight. She moved closer to him and moistened her lips again. From his perspective, her eyes were luminous, otherworldly orbs that belonged more to the jewel encrusted sky than to any mortal woman. So disturbing was her beauty that for an instant his mind raced, attempting to find some sinister motive in her, something to show that her intentions were other than what they seemed. But he let himself fall victim to this feeling only for an instant; she was exquisite, a rare and affecting beauty, the type of woman in whose presence caution receded into abstraction and logic lost its ascendancy.

Claudia now ran her eyes down Carlo’s body. He was younger than she, fit but not athletic, tanned but not through toil. A beach lover then, quite obviously; she liked that, and, best of all, he was her treat, her plaything. His muscles now flexed as he moved lithely towards her and reached up to brush her hair aside. He wore a delicious cologne whose aroma made her mouth water as their lips locked. Soon their mouths tingled with tender luxuries of sensation that both of them keenly savoured. In the course of the next hour, Claudia nibbled Carlo’s lips and kissed his stubbled chin. Her tongue explored his sweet mouth, making him sigh and afterwards produce several barely audible invocations of the Madonna mia.

“He’s a good Catholic boy,” she thought, “I’ll give him something to take to the confessional.”

But Carlo did not consider himself a good Catholic boy; neither was he the passive participant. Now, as passion seized him, he kissed her with ever growing intensity; gently crushing her lips with his own and holding her head in his broad hands to slake his thirst at her mouth. She thoroughly enjoyed letting him take charge but it was her prerogative to initiate change and move on to the next course.

She raked his chest with her nails, her hand slowly traveling down to his abs and thighs; tickling each in turn until she felt him shiver. Until now she had pretended to ignore his cock. It was long and tapering with a loose fore skin; just the way she liked it. She always compared teasing back the foreskin to peeling a lusciously ripe fruit. What is more, he was already hard. He had rapidly become hard early on, as they were kissing. This had pleased her but she had concentrated her attention on his kisses, ignoring all else. Here now was her chance to surprise him. She grabbed the base of his shaft; cupping his balls with her palm. She squeezed him and pumped with conviction; making him sigh and tense so that his cock grew harder and harder. Now, with her lips, she pulled back his foreskin, revealing a plump, pink head. Soon Carlo was swaying his hips rhythmically; gently thrusting his cock into Claudia’s mouth as she bore down on his shaft with growing relish. The skin of his cock rubbed against the inside of her cheeks and over the top of her tongue, across the roof of her mouth to the threshold of her throat.

Claudia had long ago trained herself not to gag. So now, with a long, intense glance into Carlo’s dark eyes, she swallowed as much of him as there was; “Mingia!” was his only reply. She smiled at this mild obscenity; taking it as a compliment and got down to the serious business of making him as hard as possible. The whole time she could feel the inner depths of her pussy moistening and her juices gathering. They flowed with each bob of her head and with each passionate breath she took. With one hand she parted her lips and rubbed her sensitive nub .After a few minutes Carlo noticed this and gently pulled her hand away. He drew her towards him slowly and Claudia readily complied; positioning herself over his mouth. Now with her breasts pressing down on his abdominals, she took up a handful of cock and slid it deep into her warm mouth. She felt his strong hands massaging her ass and parting her pussy lips to plunge his tongue deeper into her velvet folds. Claudia shut her eyes and bit her lips as wave after wave of pleasure passed through her flesh. Carlo ran his hand down the inside of her thighs; finding them faultless and smooth.

“Dea incomparabile,” he whispered.

“I’ve made him a pagan,” Claudia thought and she began to lick and suck furiously; eliciting further outbursts of “Madonna mia” from Carlo.

Now her long hair tickled his balls and brushed wildly against his thighs. She was pleased that he had a very masculine covering of hair on his chest and legs – casually running her fingers through the open buttons of his shirt had been one of the first steps in seducing him.
As her mouth moved faster and faster over his rigid shaft, she felt big drops of saliva on his skin.

“I’m drooling.” She thought.

Boys had made her drool before and now with Carlo’s firm flesh between her lips, her past lovers flitted through her mind. Some lingered there far, longer than others. Joshua appeared in her mind’s eye; with his ready smile, golden tan and blonde curls. She remembered him surfing and purred, grinding her pussy harder against Carlo’s mouth. She tasted his pre-come and lapped it up greedily, imagining for a moment that it was Joshua’s cock that she was once again enjoying. “Hey surfer dude…” The phrase echoed in her mind like the last fragment of a previous life or the last sunbeam of a lost summer.

Joshua’s cock had been a marvel; no other could match it or him for that matter; a beautiful cock on a beautiful man. He gradually and reluctantly faded from her imagination as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her body. Carlo had found her clit early on and now, with practiced ease, he brought all of his çeşme escort skills to the task of teasing and licking it. Claudia sighed and clenched her teeth; she moaned and felt her mouth tingle and her flesh pulse. Several minutes more and she slowly let Carlo’s shaft slide from her lips. She was surprised at how incredibly wet his cock now was and how much of her own juices had moistened her pussy.

“Hmmm, let’s put all this juice to use Carlo.”

He smiled quizzically.

“Fuck me.”

She jumped onto her back and placed her hands on her knees with fingers splayed. Slowly she slid her hands down the inside of her thighs; rubbing them sensuously. When she reached her pussy, she spread her labia teasingly and arched her back. Carlo shook his head in amazement. He needed no further encouragement.
With one swift motion, he plunged his glistening cock deep into her. She gasped, admiring his confidence and thrilling at the sheer sensation of him inside her. Now Carlo propped himself up over her, “Considerate guy,” she thought, as she ran her hands luxuriously down his muscular sides, then to his hips and finally to his sculpted ass.

As he started to fuck her she held onto his buttocks. This was by far her favourite part of a man’s body. Carlo’s ass made a nicely compact package in the middle of his fine figure. It had certainly caught her attention soon after they had first met.
She continued rubbing his skin and pulled him close as he thrust into her with growing abandon. She tickled the sensitive place where his ass cheeks met and ran her fingers down his crack. He answered her with harder and harder thrusts while she dug her nails lightly into him and spread his ass cheeks to increase the pressure on her already steaming pussy. He licked her neck and kissed the side of her face while his hips delivered thrust after delightful thrust; aimed perfectly. She found herself reeling after every one, sighing and delirious with pleasure.

After several minutes of this, Carlo paused. He looked into Claudia’s eyes; seemingly disbelieving his own luck. She smiled at him reassuringly and ran her fingers through his curls. Soon passion seized him again and he grit his teeth; fucking her furiously for several minutes more. This she loved; it showed her that he was not afraid to let himself go, that he did not deny his passion and his lust. He gripped her hips then placed an arm above her shoulder. She responded by crossing her legs on the small of his back and pressing him close. Now he groaned as he thrust his adamantine shaft deep into her pussy. Despite the intense wetness he felt like a mechanical piston inside her. He breathed hard and as he glanced at her; his lust filled eyes were the very epitome of desire. But she saw this for only for a moment. For now Carlo’s eyes rolled back until she could see only white and his entire body tensed. She caressed his hips and felt his muscles flex. He came; sending shot after shot of warm, wet come deep into her nether folds. She felt every spurt; each was like a warm wave on the sea washing exquisitely over her.

She had enjoyed the scent of Carlo’s delicious cologne the entire time; now, its aroma mingled sweetly with the heady bouquet of their lovemaking. But there was also a subtler fragrance in the room; the smell of the sea and this was an old love of hers. It pervaded the house and over the years it had permeated the very fabric of the old building.

“I am a daughter of the tides,” she mused, “As Eleanora must have been.”

Carlo collapsed on his back beside her; looking totally spent, sated and deliriously happy. His still rigid cock stood at an aesthetic sixty degree angle looking far wetter from their combined juices than she ever thought possible. She reached out and rubbed it, then coyly touched her hand with her tongue.

“Mmmmm, dolce!”

He laughed. Then his expression changed as her eyes caught the candlelight; giving her already awesome beauty an added witchery. He was struck once again by how beautiful she was.

“Bellissima,” was all he could whisper.

Claudia for her part knew full well that she was beautiful and she was not above occasionally using it to her advantage. Not to do so would have been like the rose hiding her bloom or the sun denying the world his light,

“Or the viper not utilizing its venom,” she thought.

Carlo’s face loomed over her now, banishing dark thoughts. He stroked her hair and ran the back of his hand gently down her cheek. His tenderness won her immediately.

“Bessa me.”

He kissed her lightly at first; as though showing her how thankful and appreciative he was that she should have chosen him for a lover. His mouth was still sweet with her juices and his tongue reminded her of a richly ripe strawberry. Soon their mouths tingled with delicious sensation and their chins were wet with passion. Claudia bit Carlo’s lips and sucked his tongue. She explored his mouth and bit his neck and throat. He nibbled her earlobes and kissed the sensitive zones down the sides of her face and he kissed her deeply; plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Slowly but surely, through long minutes of this play, she felt his cock harden by her thigh.

Now Claudia strode over to her portable sound system and turned it on. In the CD player was a disc of Indian classical music – sarangi and tabla pieces played by that great master of the sarangi, the incomparable Ustad Sabri Khan. She loved the sheer inventiveness and primal energy of Hindustani music; it was like listening to the very forces of nature; to the creative power of the universe. She looked at Carlo and beckoned to him. He approached and she immediately fell to her knees before his cock. Taking her cue from the beat of the tabla she set to work on his shaft. Her head bobbed rapidly as she savoured every inch of Carlo. His hair tickled her nose on occasion, as she tried to get more and more of him into her mouth. Her lips maintained as much suction as she could muster and she gripped his thighs with her nails. If Carlo was in any pain it was more than counteracted by the pleasure he now felt.

After several intense moments she slowed, following a change in the rhythm of the music. Now she turned her attention to the head of Carlo’s cock and found it like a summer nectarine whose flesh is so sweet one wants to keep it in ones mouth for an hour before swallowing it. Yet by now, she could feel Carlo’s muscles tensing and his thighs flexing. Claudia had long been attuned to the signs of arousal in a man’s body. She stopped and stood up; leaning up against the wall and spreading her legs. Carlo stepped up to her and she slid down onto his manhood easily. She gripped his shoulders and in unison they bucked up and down; she feeling the engorged cock that had been in her mouth a matter moments ago plowing through the tender folds of her pussy; he savouring the incredibly sensual grip and warmth of her pussy. After several long minutes of this she wrapped one leg around Carlo’s ass and lower back and he responded by gripping her ass cheeks to support her. Up against the wall they fucked, moaned and sighed for many more long, delirious minutes; kissing, biting, licking each others lips and attaining that mystical union; that primordial state of oneness that only comes through sexual abandon .

Claudia imagined that they were acting out a sloka from the Kama Sutra as the music reached a thunderous crescendo; filling the room with indescribable emotion. Now she gripped Carlo’s neck firmly with both arms and he held her up by the ass cheeks so that her head was above his. Claudia’s feet left the ground and her thighs nestled snugly upon Carlo’s hips. He lifted her higher as she bucked up and down on his cock like the rider of an untamable steed. A sense of total abandon filled her along with the feeling of almost weightlessness that she loved. Carlo was her Atlas and she the shining sky upon his shoulders. Soon after this thought had passed, she came; letting out a howl and rolling her eyes back as far as nature would allow. Carlo did not miss a beat but kept her in place upon his rod with her feet off the ground until the rolling waves of pleasure in her body had at last subsided.

She led him back to the bed and they both lay down. His cock had lost none of its rigidity and he wasted no time in plunging it back into her velvet depths. Claudia purred; she tightened her pussy muscles around Carlo’s shaft and settled back upon the pillows. Fingers twirled her long hair as she relaxed allowing Carlo to thrust into her with joyous abandon. Soon he built up speed and his breathing quickened until; gripping her sides and bringing all his strength to bear upon her cihangir escort pussy. He came, shooting streams of come into her. His breathing audible, he lay down beside her as she wiped beads of sweat from his brow.

A tranquil hour passed during which they lay together; she enjoying the scents of the night and he luxuriating in the tenderness of her skin and the warmth of her body. It was like a tonic to him; soothing him to sleep. Claudia too shut her eyes, imagining the cool caress of the waves upon her flesh.

When she awoke abruptly it was to see a wide-eyed Carlo staring at her in the lamplight.

He looked frightened.

“I get up to go pee. I hear musica…piano. Piano antico.

“Cembalo.”

“Ah si, la cembalo.”

“Musica, certo?”

“Si, certo.”

Claudia smiled and after thinking a moment, told him he must have been dreaming.

“No, I hear it loud.”

Claudia ran her fingers through his hair then swung her legs onto the cool floor. Her insides still felt pleasantly sore and she did her best to walk elegantly. She stepped out into the corridor and padded into the conservatory. She then realized that Carlo was following close behind her.

“Venus and Adonis into the fray.”

“Permesso?”

“Venere e Adone…oh never mind.”

Carlo looked at her doubtfully. She could hear him breathing hard as they entered the conservatory. The room was dark as thick cloud had obscured the bright full moon of earlier that night. Claudia paused and looked around briefly. Then, unseen by Carlo, she took something from the shelf by the door, flicked the light switch on and quickly turned to face the room. Needless to say, the sudden sight of a beautiful, nude woman carrying a bayonet was enough to fill him with trepidation. She walked around, scanning the room slowly and holding the bayonet at half arms length. Once she was satisfied that there was no one else there, her attention turned to Carlo. She fought her innate inclination to show off. The bayonet was a deadly weapon – thirty five centimeters of cold steel with a double cutting edge, so it was best to show some prudent respect for it. Besides, she didn’t want to scare Carlo away; they had only just met after all. She smiled reassuringly at him. As she did so, she slipped the weapon back into the gap in the shelf between two books where she had originally found it weeks ago.

She looked into his eyes, telling him that he must indeed have been dreaming; no one had been playing the harpsichord. She ran her hand down his chest to his cock. Taking hold of it, she led him back to the bed. They had slept for over an hour and now Claudia was ready to fuck once more. She yawned then glanced at Carlo slyly and drew his face down to her lips. He kissed her fervently and his eagerness to please immediately excited her. She reached down and massaged his balls. They were loose and heavy; swinging like ripe apples below his now rapidly hardening shaft. Claudia ignored it for the moment, focusing her attention on the pendulous fruit of Carlo’s manhood. She teased them and rubbed the sensitive sides of his sack; raking it lightly with her nails until it had fully tightened. After several minutes, Carlo’s arousal was visibly growing. With one hand she now squeezed the base of his cock while continuing to stimulate the sensitive areas around his sack. She gradually moved her hand back behind his balls and rubbed the sensitive skin there. She glanced up at him and when she saw that he was clearly enjoying her attentions, she slipped her hand up onto his shaft.

Now his cock grew rapidly in her hand. She grit her teeth and pumped it harder; keeping her mouth close but wanting to watch her own work take effect. After several minutes Carlo’s cock has achieved a satisfying sixty degree angle and Claudia looked up to see him looking transcendentally calm and ready for anything. She licked her lips teasingly and led him to the couch by the windows. The sea below was beautifully calm and a full moon, visible again after the breeze had banished the clouds, made a perfect night-time tableau. Claudia was struck, as always, by the loveliness of it. In her mind she chanted the word that summed it all up, her one word sutra – Tintamare.

“Carlo, I want to drink your come; I want it to run down my throat. I want you to explode in my mouth.”

He smiled and nodded his head like a man in a trance. There was no telling quite what Claudia had in store for him. From a green silk bag on the window sill she now produced a shiny black dildo. Carlo grinned and shook his head; indicating that she had again surprised him. He adjusted his posture as she sat next to him with her feet on couch. Carlo’s gaze traveled down her long legs to her mound where the merest brushstroke of black pointed to the glories below. From there, his eyes rested on the cleft of her pussy; enjoying its form as one would enjoy a fine work of art.

Claudia gazed at him seductively. He answered her with a look of such longing that it melted her heart. Without further hesitation, she put the tip of the dildo between her lips, rolled it around, then ran her tongue up and down its length. Carlo watched her with growing fascination. After wetting it thoroughly, she drew it from her mouth and sensuously rubbed it across her chin, then down her throat and chest to the space between her breasts. Carlo followed the wet line back up to her mouth with his finger. She bit him playfully then turned the dildo on and gave it to him. With three fingers she spread her pussy lips. Carlo saw her glistening slit and sighed. He rubbed her labia with the tip of the dildo then slowly traced circles around her clit with it. Every now and again he left her clit to wet the instrument with juice from her slit. But he would always return to her clit and renew his efforts there. Claudia enjoyed this immensely; rocking back and forth; and grinding her pussy up against the dildo as Carlo held it. She moaned and sighed as tingles of intense pleasure raced up and down her spine. She gripped Carlo’s shoulders too; digging her nails into him as pleasure raced through every fibre of her being. Carlo was happy to play with her pussy for as long as she liked; teasing her glistening velvet folds and exploring her every secret place in order to bring her pleasure.

But eventually Claudia made him stop. She took the dildo from him and began to rub it up and down his shaft, then to the sides of his sack and eventually to the sensitive area behind his balls. His cock began to harden again almost immediately and with her free hand she pumped it hard. The combination of her hand and the dildo obviously worked for Carlo. He was soon arching his back and rubbing her shoulders. Claudia was pleased with her handiwork thus far but she had one or two more plans for Carlo. She now slid the head of Carlo’s cock between her lips. Her mouth immediately began to water as she licked and tickled him with her tongue. It was now time for the real treat. She slowly drew the dildo lower and lower until she reached the verge of Carlo’s ass. She met with no resistance and concentrated for a while on the convergence of his ass cheeks. She then looked up at him; smiling wickedly,

“Salve bella dea,” was all he said.

Still looking at him she parted his ass cheeks gently and slipped the dildo in. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and arched his back slightly. Claudia returned his cock to her mouth, this time licking his whole thick shaft from tip to base as she pressed the wildly vibrating dildo up against his ass hole. She traced little circles around his pink hole and slipped the tip of the dildo past the threshold to the sensitive areas just beyond. Now his cock grew more and more rigid as she brought her mouth to bear down upon it; drooling with the sheer lusty pleasure of having it deep in her mouth while she tickled Carlo’s ass with the dildo. Now Carlo moaned and arched his back harder. His hands gripped the back of her head and massaged her shoulders. He let out a stream of profanities that she could barely understand and all the while his cock grew harder and harder until it curved upwards into Claudia’s throat like a steel cable. Now she pushed the dildo deeper into Carlo’s ass, pressing it up at the same time. She concentrated the action of her mouth on the head of his cock and soon Carlo came. His back arched three times and he groaned; spilling and spurting his DNA into Claudia’s ravenously hungry mouth. Having made him come twice already that night, Claudia was surprised at how much thick juice there still was. She swallowed it all and lapped up every drop, eventually drawing the dildo from his ass too. It had served her well.

Exhausted and sated; they soon fell asleep in each others arms. Although he was a light sleeper, Carlo awoke only once; when he heard, or thought he heard, the eerie sound of the harpsichord in the dead of night.

Part II of Claudia Incarnata coming soon…

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As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night before, by morning my cock was fully charged and my balls felt ready to burst.

Reaching down I ran my hands over my chest, my stiff nipples jutting out causing a sharp intake of breath as their sensitivity seemed heightened. A little twist and a rub eliciting a moan before my hands continued down to my tenting panties. I was already dripping through the material, the heat emanating from my rod as my hand wrapped round it separated only by the thin material of my underwear.

My second hand slipped beneath the elastic and down to cup my smooth and very tender balls, they felt so full again and my mind immediately replayed the previous night’s events. A smile came over me at the thought of how much I came, and by the feel of it, how much I would again very soon, the smell and taste of it still strong in my memory. I shifted the duvet and prized my damp nickers from my cock, gripping it firmly and squeezing upwards a bead of precum pooled at the top which I scooped off and brought to my lips.

Just like many times before, its taste made my tongue tingle, since I’d been watching what I ate and taking the supplements I found it almost irresistible, but there was never enough. I looked down at my smooth body clad in silky night clothes and recalled how I had also managed to suck myself the night before. with little resolve to resist I scooted down the bed and rolled my legs over my shoulders. Not quite as limber as last night, but with added enthusiasm and a lack of patients I had the tip of my tongue on the end of my cock.

A few moments later and my lips were able to join in and I eagerly sucked and lapped as my precum flowed, I reached up to cup my balls before going further and sliding a finger around my hole. It felt so damn good, so amazing to stimulate my body like this, but I wanted more. I uncoiled myself and reached over to my nightstand grabbing my favourite little metal plug. As I picked it up I could see my phone, the status light blinking signifying notifications and messages. I groaned out of frustration, I knew that as much as getting myself off would be the best way to start the day, I also needed to make the most of every opportunity which meant monetising my orgasms.

Damnit, I just wanted to bust a nut, but I knew I was right to stop the inevitable. The plug still in my hand, I reasoned I might as well have some fun in the meantime, and with a little lube it popped in with no resistance and a delightful reward of that cool weighted feeling nestling against my prostate.

Picking up my phone, the notifications were numerous. Across all the platforms I had posted there were loads of personal messages, receipts for people signing up and downloads. It had been another successful evening, and my fans were asking for more. I did have the extra footage I shot last night, but it would need editing and the photos sorting before being uploaded.

As difficult as it was to ignore my aroused state, I knew that I needed to get this next batch of content up and then I could shoot another one. Today would be an indoor day, edit yesterday’s footage, wait in for my super important delivery, and with the idea of a steamy shower scene still in my mind, either an extra live stream or another recording.

My stubborn erection made moving about the apartment awkward, and the plug in my ass did nothing to help the situation, but I just couldn’t bring myself to take it out, having something in there just felt too good. Besides, as I sat at my desk with a light breakfast and opening up the recordings and still images, my hard cock would be going nowhere.

Last night’s show really had been intense, as I watched the footage flashbacks caused me to clench my legs and push back against the plug. It was a strange duality to view myself on screen, as if my cam girl persona was separate from myself, yet I could relive the sensations and my body responded as one.

An hour later and I had cut up the clips, editeded the best photos and set them all to upload to their various platforms, social media accounts updated, messages responded to and the whole time my dick had never softened. The front of my panties was a sticky wet mess and I had well and truly deserved some relief.

I moved some equipment into the bathroom, extra lights etc and set the camera up. Close enough to get the detail but far enough that it wouldn’t get wet. Buy now the thought of giving in to my desires and finally getting myself off was causing my hands to shake with excitement.

I briefly considered broadcasting live, but I was already on a hair trigger and knew I would not be able to tease out many tokens, this was a straight to video special. I placed all my toys on the shelf in the shower, I turned on the water and let it come up to temperature, I shot a little introduction on my camera so I could put a teaser out and then added it to the setup to catch a different angle.

The moment I stepped under the cascading stream of hot water my hands shot to my cock and chest, I felt desperate to satisfy myself. Within minutes I had replaced the little metal plug with a larger one, and it slid in effortlessly. The sensations of being filled a little more and the way it pushed on my insides elicited an uncontrollable moan. Without the feedback of the chat, or the visual stimulation of my own image on screen it felt so much more intimate. I could chase what my body craved, only the bright lights of the filming cameras as a reminder I wasn’t really alone.

I skipped the middle sized plug and went straight for the biggest, it was a little slower to glide in but offered very little resistance and no pain at all. The swell of pleasure as it probed my prostate once again raising my desire to thrust it in and out. The hardness of my cock was unrelenting, while my attention had been on my nipples and ass it had only served to grow stiffer and if it wasn’t for the water would have had a long string of precum flowing from the tip.

The position was not the easiest to piston the plug in and out, and I wished there was a way I could attach it to the shower wall. I resolved to pull it out with my hand and then push back against the tiles, eventually finding a rhythm where I could push it out as I moved away and then shove back, occasionally my over exuberance would drive it over the indent and it would pop all the way in but a frantic hand would rapidly remove it and I would repeat the motion getting faster and more insistent.

I could feel the pressure building, I hadn’t been paying much attention to my dick, and I didn’t need to, I could sense I was not far from reaching the peak. I looked to the cameras and realised my usual cue of my image on screen was not there to push me over the edge, so many times what I saw on screen, the vision of a super horny girl with a dick would tip me over and right now it was lacking. I lined the plug up with it almost all the way out, the end of it against the wall and with both hands pinching and twisting my nipples I pushed back hard.

The plug fired directly against my prostate and the sparks flying from my engorged and overly sensitive nipples brought that sudden burst of pleasure to the surface, I dropped my right hand and wrapped it round my cock and a single slide to the base brought my orgasm crashing out.

My eyes clenched as I mashed the plug against the tiles, my ass cheeks spreading against the cold surface, my left hand pinching hard and my motionless right hand gripped tight around my dick as it spasmed over and over again. I’d be holding my breath and as I realised I gasped and groaned out loud, my legs felt weak, and the tremors of climax ripped through me. I looked down to see a huge glob of cum circle the drain plug before being sucked down.

I lamented the waste, there was a smaller amount still hanging from the end of my prick and I eagerly collected to and brought it to my tongue. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give me that delicious taste I craved each time I came. Finally my breathlessness coming back under control, I could stand upright and feel the big plug shift. My softening cock jumped at the movement and I giggled at the jolt of pleasure which radiated through me.

Remembering I was still shooting the video, I soaped myself up and cleaned myself as I would any other day. Although perhaps not with this big butt plug inside like I had at the moment. By the time I had washed the soap out I had come down from my orgasmic high and I was a little disappointed. It had been a great climax, but I was used to amazing, I felt relieved but not fully satisfied.

Out of the shower and my usual routine took over. The skincare products, hair blow-drying and styling, light foundation and makeup, lip plumpers, eyebrow tidying, lash curlers. They all seems so automatic, and I smiled at the results, it wasn’t over the top, but it smoothed out the imperfections and gave me the confidence to present myself to whoever without having to worry about them thinking I could be a guy. Besides as a reached for the waist trainer, a bra and pantie set with the small inserts and a figure hugging but comfortable outfit, I don’t think anyone would be mistaking me.

There was however something missing and it stemmed from a quiet hum, a slight itch inside me, something that had become increasingly noticeable over the last few days, and always more apparent when I removed a toy. I missed having something in my ass, given how adept I’d become at taking the larger ones, I really noticed it when there was nothing. If was going to stay in all day, there would be no harm in giving in to a little temptation and my favourite bejewelled plug popped in with minimal fuss.

I moved all the equipment back to its usual bedside position and transferred all the files. Pre-empting what effect viewing them would have on me I attached the chastity cage over my now soft and small penis and added plenty of tissue to absorb my leaking. I didn’t want the situation to get out of hand again, while my horniness might want me to do three shows a day I needed to make sure I could perform.

Watching the footage back confirmed I had made the correct decision to lock myself away, the scene was indeed hot and steamy. It looked every bit as good as I had hoped, although you could see the frustration on my face at having to pull out the plug and then use the wall to thrust it back in, it took a good 10minutes for me to find a rhythm and it was obvious from the expression on my face and the noises I was making when I had. The other thing I noticed was how prominent my nipples were, they looked incredible, standing so hard and stiff the whole time.

I could feel them still pushing out against the lace fabric of my bra, I’d used the small inserts as they fitted better with this outfit and I was glad of the extra space they gave so I could feel just how sensitive they had become. My mind wandered to the suction cup instructions and how repeated use would enhance them, and a few moments later they were attached and pumped up to a high but not overly hard level.

Resuming my editing of the final scenes, it really turned into me thrashing against the wall, up until my hand grasped my dick and it immediately began to throb and spew huge load after load out and down the plughole. What I’d seen in the shower was only the last jet and it was not even the largest. I once again rued the missed opportunity to taste my cum, but I knew I could make up for that later.

I cropped down the last clip, saved out the best stills, added captions, and set them all to auto upload at a later date and time. I had already posted some content this morning, so I needed to spread it out to maximise anything new.

With my ‘work’ done I had some time to relax and as I was at the computer I decided to fire up my favourite game and kick back for a while. After a short while I ended up in my usual multiplayer arena and joined in with a squad that looked to be about my level. It took an embarrassingly short time before they asked if I was a girl, and even less time before they started hitting on me.

I did my best to deflect them but they were all very insistent. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience but as I closed the team chat window down one of them said that if I looked as good as I sounded, I should start streaming as I was a decent enough player and gamer girls always get loads of fans.

It hadn’t been an avenue I had considered, but of course it was just like any other platform. Maybe even better as I wouldn’t have to perform sex acts for cash I laughed to myself. I did already have a Twitch profile, so I just reset all the options to match my appearance, added some pictures that were not in any way explicit and joined in a game.

For the next couple of hours it was a lot of fun, sure most of the guys tried to hit on me but their attempts were laughable, and it made me killing them in the game all the more fun. Occasionally during gameplay a certain movement would remind me that I have a metal plug up my ass or the cups sucking my nipples, and my dick would try its best to rise against the cage and it all combined to me thoroughly enjoying myself. In a totally different way to how I would usually broadcast.

However there was one thing that kept coming back to my mind any time my senses would become a little aroused, and that was the shower that morning. I must be able to find an attachment that I can stick the plugs to the wall with and as I closed the Twitch broadcast I immediately found myself on a website with all manner of sex toy that I never would imagine existed.

Vibrators, plugs and dildos of all shapes and sizes, with plugs to attached them to any smooth surface. There were masturbators for guys too which I found very appealing having not actually had sex with anyone else for what felt like forever. And then there were the smart sex toys which you could connect to Bluetooth, these ones I had seen on the female cam girls but they had them for guys too.

My eyes were wide as I took the sheer range and shape of them in. I wasn’t so keen on the realistic shaped dicks, but as I discovered ones which looked less intimidating I found myself checking through the details and reasoning that they weren’t much bigger than the plugs I had. Sometime later my basket had all sorts of items in it, quite a few different shapes and colours, none of them looked realistic, and none any bigger or wider than my own 6” dick, but quite a step up from the toys I already had.

I couldn’t put in an order here without getting something a bit special and that came in the form of a Lovesense Lush, then finally my fans could actually control my pleasure directly. I got a Fleshlight with a shower attachment and a rather large tub of lube. I also couldn’t resist checking out their lingerie, and although I really didn’t need any more, it was all so slutty and revealing I couldn’t help myself, the thought of what I would look like with the false breasts and how my current outfits wouldn’t fit as well spurred me on, I didn’t really know what size I would be, so just picked the stretchy lace items, some full bodystockings and well anything else that took my fancy. All of course express delivery as the sooner I got them the sooner they could start paying for themselves. And even if by some remote probability that my real job would come back I couldn’t imagine these toys would go unused.

Looking at all those toys and sexy lingerie had really got me going, I was aching in my panty covered cage and the thought of playing with myself took over. As I reached to release my hardened cock from my little prison the doorbell rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was no way my hard-on would diminish and as the bell rang a second time I knew if it was a delivery they might not hang about long. I quickly re-arranged myself, tucking it as best I could and threw on an oversized hoodie. It would have to do, although I knew that it didn’t entirely cover my bulge.

I raced to the door somewhat awkwardly, and opened it just in time to see the delivery man walking away, I called out and he returned passing me my package, I was fortunately able to hold it in front of my crotch and hide myself, turning quickly I went back inside my apartment and as I went to close the door I saw him quite clearly paused arnavutköy escort on the stairs checking me out. Blushing I smiled and I briefly caught his smiled back before the door shut, I realised the blush wasn’t because I caught him looking, but the pride it filled me with that I was worth a second glance.

Being rewarded on my broadcasts was one thing, but nothing validated all my effort, work and time that I’d put in over these last few months than a person in real life checking me out. It made my body buzz which in turn flushed me from head to toe, tingling down my spine and setting off sparks in my permanently erect nipples and seemingly ever hard cock. And in my now trebling hands I hoped the contents of this package would take that to the next level.

Prizing open the parcel, and removing the loose fill packaging I grasped the contents and lifted out the box. With the images on the box confirming what was inside, the weight being deceptively heavy for the size, I proceeded to prize it open and pull out two perfectly formed false breasts. I took off the plastic wrap and held them in my shaking hands.

They were exquisitely detailed, and the skin tone was very close to my own, they had a strange warmth to them and didn’t feel overly cold to the touch. The texture was not perfectly smooth but very soft none the less, and as I squeezed them they had the perfect amount of give, like the most amazing stress ball.

I marvelled at the finer points, the nipples were especially detailed with tiny raised bumps around the areolas and much like my own hard nubs at the tips. The teardrop shapes flattened out to a very thin tapered almost transparent edge which would make for easy blending with my own skin, and I impatiently emptied the rest of the box which contained the glue and releasing agents.

I stripped of my top and with both forms in my hands I dashed to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. Holding them up to my bare chest they were perfect, exactly the right skin tone and turning left and right they looked every bit the correct size for my torso. I couldn’t help but squeeze and caress them and my crotch immediately responded. I was absolutely buzzing and the thoughts of being able to try on different clothes and what they might look like raced through my mind.

I knew my first outfit would be the French maid set, since that was what had spurred me on to buy them. The next 15 minutes or so I spent making sure my chest was as smooth and clean as it could be, measuring and checking to be sure I would position them correctly and then tentatively applying the adhesive.

As I held up the first one and waited for it to stick I could already feel the weight of it pulling at my skin and a few moments later it no longer needed my hands to hold it on, it was attached. My reflection looked somewhat disjointed, it would need some blending but at a distance it looked like my own, and I couldn’t wait to get the second attached and complete the look

I followed the same process and shortly afterwards the image in the mirror presented a bare chested girl with a rather large tent in her panties. They looked every bit as good as I hoped they would, cupping them in my hands they even felt very lifelike, however I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the perfect looking nipples didn’t relay any sensations back to my own. But overall I couldn’t be happier, a little time spent with foundations and skin tone blushers to blend them in and they were almost completely seamless.

I snapped a few selfies, teasing at the new cleavage. Nothing too revealing but they had pretty hard hints as to what might be in store on my next broadcast, posted to my various platforms with a smile on my face knowing how my fans would react. I loved the weight of them, the jiggle and bounce they made with each step, now they were up to body temperature they really felt like part of me. It didn’t take long before the pings of likes and comments started to come in and I knew I had made the right decision to purchase them.

Then like a girl possessed I pulled open my wardrobe and started trying on outfit after outfit. The French maid costume looked incredible, the new boobs filled it to perfection and spilled out the top, from a distance and on camera the seam was invisible and my cock straining against its confinement was all the approval I needed. It felt strange to be turned on by your own body, but along this journey I had embraced the duality of my personality, sure I was more cam girl than the guy I’d been but he was still in there and would have loved to be intimate with the girl staring back in the mirror.

There was some disappointment though, a lot of my early outfits no longer fit my new chest. The memories of how it felt to wear them the first time, how my fans reacted and tipped. Even some of the more recent purchases didn’t fit properly after removing the padding, but at least I knew I could take off the falsies and still look great, and knowing I had already ordered items that would arrive tomorrow kept the momentum up.

I now had my wardrobe organised into two sections of items that would work and those that wouldn’t. for a laugh I put on my running outfit, and although the sports bras held everything in place, there would be no way I could run, the weight alone would have them bouncing all over the place. If I did want to go running I would have to buy new ones, however as I bumped into so many familiar faces when out, I wouldn’t be able to hide the new additions and as much as I loved the attention, I didn’t really want to bring that much focus to my chest.

It was then that I realised how late it was, I had totally got carried away with trying on clothes and outfits that not only had I forgotten it was time for my show, but I was already late to start it. I pulled out the best fitting outfit to go with my boobs, blended them in a little more and applied simple but sexy makeup to my face, a double application of lip plumping formulae and big false lashes.

Taking in the completed look in the full mirror I could barely recognise myself to the me only a few months ago. The long hair styled to perfection, my makeup applied without fault, my painted and shaped nails on my fingers and toes, my trim but curvy body clad in an incredibly sexy and shape enhancing set of lingerie, capped off with a very full bra and what now looked like a rather perfect pair of breasts, dark and erect nipples showing through the lace fabric.

If it wasn’t for the bulge in my lace thong no-body would even guess that I was a guy, in this moment I didn’t even feel like one. I posed, admiring all my hard work, this was the culminations of weeks and weeks of graft, exercising, makeup practice, and a little help from some artificial enhancements. But I felt not trepidation or embarrassment about how I presented.

Not only was I ready for the show, I couldn’t wait. Spending all afternoon trying on different outfits and essentially perving on my own body I was good to go. I fire up the lights and all my different cameras, the computer is setup and I log in. it doesn’t take very long for the room to start to fill up and I’m soon bombarded with comments about my chest. I couldn’t help but smirk as I’d done such a good job with them, but I knew today I was going to make the most of them, and if possible drag this out until they paid for themselves in a single show.

I was still chatting to the room when the person who requested I used the cage last time dropped another message, along with a massive payment. Little did they know I had been wearing it all day to help control my libido and keep myself it check. I stood up, biting my lip and lifting the frills of my dress. To rapturous applause my fans praised how good I looked locked up, how much more femme it made me look, my sponsor was especially impressed.

But the fans loved it, and tonight I felt somewhat at their mercy, the desperate need to not just earn enough tokens to keep up the pace of the week but to recover the costs of all the things I’d bought in the last few days. Besides the last time I used the chastity device had been one of my best earning shows, not to mention most intense orgasm.

With my dick locked up and my nipples out of action below a pillow of breast shaped silicone I didn’t have all my usual go to places to pleasure myself, with my trusty jewelled plug slid effortlessly into my ass I asked the room what they would like me to do. There were various suggestions but one which rose to the most requested was to suck on some of my toys.

In all my shows to date it had never really come up, I guess when I was so keen to put them other places my fans never made the request. I had thoroughly cleaned them since the last time I used them so it wasn’t that much of an issue, except for maybe the larger ones. The smallest plug was no problem, I licked and covered it with saliva before my swollen lips spread with ease and sucked it in.

The pings of tokens sounded out and I replaced it with a larger one, and I toyed with my audience, there was such a thrill being able to tease them and have them beg for me to do things, my trapped cock was leaking and collecting some precum and smearing it over the plug only spurred them on.

A suitably large donation arrived with the request for me to take my top off and I obliged, the weight of my false breasts now hanging freely felt very strange, but the image beaming back at me on my monitor was amazing, they really did look like mine from this distance. Playing with the nipples was so disappointing. I was used to the mega sensitivity of my own and being buried beneath inches of silicone I couldn’t feel a thing, I moaned but out of frustration, with my cock locked up it was going to be a very hard fought orgasm, if I could even get there.

With the middle sized plug taken care of I moved onto the larger one, it was wider and much longer, but it still felt quite pleasurable running it over my lips and sucking it a little into my mouth. With the next target met I began easing it in, a little deeper and then pulling it out to smear my saliva over my fake nipples, each time I went a little deeper and found it surprisingly turning me on. Being able to watch my reflection in the monitor drove me to push deeper and I momentarily felt it nudge the back of my mouth.

I gagged a little, but more out of surprise, the cheers and pings sounded out and I was encouraged to go further. I still had maybe 2 inches before the base of the plug, and in no time one of my moderators had set up another target for me to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I wasn’t even sure it was possible, but the ambitious goal would put me right up to the number of tokens I was after.

Taking a deep breath a slid it back in and pushed a little further, this time expecting it to make contact with my throat I was surprised a bit less but was still met with a slight gag, I pulled it out with a wet sounding pop, my watering eyes refocussing on the screen. I had nearly got there, but not quite. Hints, tips and encouragement filled the chat room, and I read and responded to many of them, my mouth was salivating and I felt the urge to try again and the go further.

Steadying my nerves, and bringing the large butt plug back to my mouth I opened up and slipped it in, I relaxed as best I could, took slow steady breaths through my nose and closed my eyes. I felt the nudge at my tonsils but only a slight urge to gag, I managed to stop it an relax momentarily giving me the opportunity to slide a bit more in.

I could feel the urge to gag rising again, but I also became aware that my fingernails were now resting against my lips. I had somehow managed to fit the whole thing in my mouth and throat, my eyes opened in surprise and my throat spasmed around the toy pushing it back out. I had gagged quite hard, but the feeling quickly went away and it had been nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be.

Buoyed by my success, I tried a second time and was able to play around with it quite deep without it feeling uncomfortable, getting used to the feelings and learning how to control my reflex I tried again and this time is slid in with only a little flinch. Consciously relaxing my throat I repositioned my fingers and pushed the last few millimetres so that the base of the plug was now right up against my lips.

I had done it, through watering eyes I could see the chat board light up with tokens and the pings rang out in the room. Not only did I feel the accomplishment of managing to do it, my body felt on fire. I was unable to stimulate my poor, trapped cock which was straining against its cage, my rock solid nipples were buried below a cushion of silicone and begging for attention which I was unable to give.

The feeling of running the plug over my lips, into my mouth and down my throat was the only way my body was receiving any pleasure and it gave me a rush to the head, feeling dizzy as the sensations swirled around. Removing the plug from my mouth with a pop I moaned out of frustration, in my usual shows I would now be stroking and fucking myself with wild abandon, but my dick was locked up and my nipples couldn’t feel a thing.

With the target well and truly met, I asked the chat what they wanted me to do next, I hoped they would allow me to play with my ass, it was the only significant erogenous zone I had to push me over the line, and that incredible pleasure I knew brewing inside me would be frustratingly far away without it.

Unfortunately for me, for the next two hours they teased and tormented me. Naturally they wanted me to play with my fake breast forms, and while it looked great on camera it did nothing for me, I so wanted to be able to tweak and pull my nipples like I usually did, I hadn’t realised how important they were to get me off. The plug in my as swapped for a larger one, the vibrator came out and I got to buzz it against the cage which felt frustratingly divine.

The large butt plug however was reserved for my mouth, and it hadn’t taken me long to not only get used to taking its length, but to be able to control the gag, I almost wished I had something larger to see if I could push myself further. It wasn’t just the satisfaction of pleasing my fans, I could feel it turning me on as well. I never thought it would give me pleasure, but here I was, dripping buckets of pre cum from my chastity cage purely from sucking a rubber plug.

It got to the point that I was starting to get tired, and so very, very horny, my dick was ready to burst from its imprisonment, my balls felt swollen and hard. And my ass begged me for attention. Finally the next target was met and I could use the vibe in my hole, I wasted no time sucking it and shoving it straight in.

There was zero pain, only a burst of pleasure, squealing as I slid its entirely length in one motion. I clawed at my breasts, but growled at the lack of feedback from my nipples, switching to my confined cock I rubbed it through the cage but it wasn’t enough. I felt this burning desire to get off, but all my usual go to places wouldn’t push me over the edge. The vibe was now on full power and being thrusted in and out its entire length.

This was so frustrating, my orgasm was in sight but nothing would quite get me there, the only thing I could think of was to suck as well as fuck myself, I got on my back, lifted my legs over my head, the vibrator never leaving the depths of my ass, and all I was presented with was the cage, dripping with precum but even with my best efforts I wasn’t going to be able to reach it. I grabbed a plug and slid it in my mouth.

As it reached the back of my throat, my body joined the dots and I imagined I was sucking my own dick this deep, the thrill, and pressure combining with the vibe being mercilessly rammed in and out of my hole, smashing against my prostate. My subconscious took over and I felt my throat grip the plug and suck it in deeper but there was no more length to take. As I pulled it out and slid it back in I mirrored the movements with the vibe in my ass. I could feel it, I could finally feel my climax approaching and it edged nearer with every bump of the plug on my tonsils.

I couldn’t believe how hot it was making me, but I had to keep pushing to reach my goal. As with so many of my previous shows I just wanted to get off now, the tokens were secondary to satisfying my lust, I’d been at this for ages, my body now aching from being wrapped up in this position but the pressure deep within me was building.

Each thrust, atakent escort each suck drove me closer to euphoria, the distant pings ringing out as I pounded myself and I felt it grow, from within my core a wave like no other, I screamed out loud spitting the plug from my mouth, my ass clamping hard on its intruder and my encased cock began to spew load after load all over my face, I was too out of it to consciously lick the seemingly never ending fountain, but is splattered and leaked into my open mouth.

The waves seemed to keep rolling, I had had some incredible orgasms but being made to wait so long had absolutely delivered the biggest yest, I finally uncoiled myself and collapsed, my still pulsing dick leaking through the cage, my ass twitching in unison and my entire body buzzing from and most unbelievable high.

I lay there for quite some time taking in the afterglow, I could hear messages sounding out, but had no energy to acknowledge them, finally with shaking hands I pushed myself up and looked at the screen. The chat was awash with messages of how awesome it was. I looked an absolute mess, hair dishevelled makeup smeared and cum still spattered across my face. It was then that I realised what time it was, it had taken me so long to cum that it was 5 in the morning, the early morning light beginning to show through the curtains.

I said my thankyous, blew many kisses and logged off. My legs still unsure of themselves I climbed into the shower and started to wash myself. There was so much cum everywhere, I released the chastity device and my dick finally uncoiled itself, I wasn’t going to be hard for a while but it felt so good to be free. Reaching for the adhesive release agent I applied it and slowly peeled off the breast forms. They did look amazing, and felt really good to wear, but I couldn’t wait to remove them.

With a little time and patients they came off and I cleaned up the glue residue, my nipples were seriously aching by this point and I couldn’t resist giving them some much needed attention. God they felt so good to play with, if only they did false breasts that could transmit the sensations, I would be using them again for sure, but perhaps not with the cage, having to wait so long to cum was torture.

My exhausted dick lurched a little as I played with them and I smiled at the thought of continuing, only to be brought from my daydream by the birds beginning to sing as the sun came up. I really needed to get some sleep, finishing up and quickly drying myself I slid in the small plug and attached the nipple pumps. Afterall they had been so deprived I might as well treat them a little. Adding the waist trainer and corset I knew I would sleep easily being so tired and I really wanted to push my body to see how far I could take it.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow. It was no surprise that I woke up late, still tired but unexpectedly horny again, the pumps on my nipples had clearly done a number on me, my panties had a wet spot at the top of the tent they had formed, and I cursed as I reached down and wrapped my hand around its length.

Checking the clock again I realised I needed to get up. Not going for a run the day before meant I had the urge to do some non-erotic exercise. I stripped off and did my morning stretches and yoga in the nude, it felt liberating as well as gave me the opportunity to see how far I could stretch without clothes to impede me. My phone buzzed as a notification came in about the delivery scheduled for today, I didn’t have long so rushed through my usual routine with only light makeup and my now customary tight fitting running outfit.

Despite my lack of sleep, I felt ready to run and energised, the memories of last night’s show running through my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at how intense it had been, I could feel myself become a little hard and had to concentrate on something else to prevent it going any further. I almost didn’t register Marc standing at the entrance to the park as I approached.

I briefly stopped and he offered to run with me and I was too polite to say no. we chatted as we ran, at a nice easy pace, I was still feeling horny from the night before and the thought of the delivery that would arrive when I got back. My mischievous cam girl person couldn’t help but flirt and tease Marc as we ran.

It was automatic behaviour, after so many hours of shows, I just saw him as one of my viewers, we stopped by a drinking water fountain, and everything I did seemed to make him blush, it was hilarious. Feeling emboldened by his reactions I even posed and bent over unnecessarily to re-tie my shoe laces. My mind couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to go home and masturbate thinking of me, I’d been laying it on pretty heavy and had to regularly stop myself as my panties started to get tight and I would force myself to take the conversation somewhere boring to cool down.

We continued our jog round the park and once again he ran me to my door, the parcels had already been dropped off and I cursed myself for taking so long, I momentarily flushed beet red as thoughts of what they contained filled my mind and Marc innocently asked what they were. I made up some lame excuse and distracted him with even more unnecessary flirting. He mentioned that he needed to get going as he had a meeting back at the gym and really needed a shower beforehand. I thanked him for his company and briefly reached out touching his arm.

We were still under some restrictions because of Covid, hugging was still discouraged, so it was the first time I’d actually had physical contact with another person in months, we both looked at each other and smiled before we said our goodbyes and I blew him a kiss like I had before, this one wasn’t so much automatic, but rather a consequence of my teasing him and I just couldn’t get enough of making him blush. My cam girl alter ego was on a power trip and I loved it.

I watched him jog off and turned smiling to myself, gathering the packages I walked into my apartment and dumped them on the bed. Despite needing to clean the sweat off from the run I couldn’t wait to open them and see my purchases. There were also a few gifts from fans which I had now become accustomed to receiving, some nice, some a bit tacky but I was grateful none the less.

The big box was of course the main attraction, and within it contained so many new toys and outfits. Eager to see and hold the toys in my hands I tore into the boxes and spread them out on the bed. They were all a little alien looking, in both colour and shape, while unmistakably sex toys, they lacked the lifelike details that made them less intimidating.

I held them, squeezed and flexed them, even smelt them not knowing what to expect. A flush ran down my spine as I imagined how they might feel. They were all a little bigger, both longer and wider than the toys I had, but I could feel myself tense up in anticipation. My existing toys felt great, and these new ones with the added length, girth and bumps would surely feel even better.

My panties felt tight as the thoughts raced through my mind, I put them back down and turned my attention to the outfits. I instantly knew these would look amazing on me, all a little tighter in the waist and with more space for my false breasts better fitting all round, the textures and shapes only heightening my arousal. They would have to wait till after the shower which I knew immediately would be a road test of my new toys.

After the last recorded shower scene I did and the frustration which led to me buying all these things I already knew what I wanted to do. Positioning the lights and cameras so I could record the best angles, and adding the smallest and middle sized dildos to the shower shelf the setup was complete.

With eagerness I stripped down, activated the cameras and turned on the hot water. Just the thought alone of being able to stick them to the shower wall and be able to fulfil my desire had me going, my semi hard cock already leaking pre cum and my hole tingling with anticipation.

I stepped under the hot water, the powerful jets spraying against my sensitive nipples giving me immediate flashes of pleasure. Having left before resolving my usual morning wood, and the entire run spent teasing and winding up Marc I was already humming and keen to see just what the new toys could do. I reached for the smaller one, and positioned it around waist height. With a squelch it stuck to the tiles and I grinned at the thought of how it might feel.

In an attempt to control myself and put on a good show for my fans I toyed with it a little, stroking it and my own now rock hard cock. I poured a generous amount of floral body wash into my hands and soaped myself up. The suds cleansing the sweat and filling the steamy shower with gorgeous aromas, running my hands over my body, twisting and pinching my enlarged nipples.

My attention returned to the dildo fastened to the shower wall, a thought occurred to me that as it was yet to be used it would be perfectly clean, and my experiments with the plugs the previous night gave me an idea. With the hot water still cascading over me, I dropped to my knees which brought the toy to my eye level. I held it in my hand and moved it around, tentatively I stuck out my tongue and licked it, there was no strong taste, no different than the plugs anyway.

I edged forward and opened my mouth as it pressed against my lips, the tip was larger than anything I had tried to suck before, but it was still a comfortable size. As I eased it in further I met with the same resistance I had with my other toys, but concentrating on relaxing my throat and forcing my gag reflex to ease it slipped in deeper. I pulled out and gasped, there was a slight desire to retch but perfectly manageable as I went in for a second try.

Again I eased it in finding my limit and allowing myself time to become accustomed to the unusual intrusion. As I paused with it nearly all the way in, I could feel my throat squeeze round it and the mildest of gags in response. The rest of my body buzzed, sparks of pleasure flowed down my spine, flaring out on my chest and nipples before continuing down to my dick which throbbed in time with my flexing throat.

Pulling my mouth off I groaned out loud as my entire body shook a little, almost as if I had a mini orgasm. The cameras fading into irrelevance I repositioned myself to be a little closer and slid my mouth back round it. This time I went deeper and was greeted with a repeat of those sensations. With another slight gag I felt my lips begin to widen as I approached the end of the dildo. This one wasn’t very big at only five inches, but I had very nearly all of it in my mouth.

Buzzing once again as I released it with a pop, my body craved more and I knew exactly what it needed. I swiftly stood up, held the shaft as I positioned my ass towards the phallus and gradually moved backwards. Adjusting its head to line up with my hole I felt the well lubricated tip find its goal.

I was eager to keep pushing and with a little pressure my hole opened up and it began to slide in. this toy was about the same size as the vibrator I had so I knew it would fit, but usually I would have worked up to that with small plugs. This time however I didn’t want to wait and I eased back harder.

Gradually it slid in, millimetre by millimetre. There was the tiniest amount of pain, and I paused while it subsided, quickly resuming my steady progression down its length. It felt sublime as each ridge and bump stimulated my body, with both hands now braced against the opposite side of the shower I could pull my body away before sliding back down. Each time becoming easier with less resistance and ever more rewarding as my body responded.

With the water still flowing over me it was hard to see but a long string of precum hung from my solid member. I was now able to slide it in and out with nothing but joyous pleasure, before long I could feel the cool surface of the tiles on my cheeks as I pushed as far backwards as I could.

I continued at a pace in and out, revelling as my now free hands could roam my body, teasing my nipples and playing with my cock. It felt every bit as good as I had hoped and I pushed back harder and faster each time. My ass was now very well accustomed to it and looking back I saw the larger toy on the shelf, this one did feel amazing but a bigger one would feel even better surely.

With trembling hands I released the suction and repositioned the larger toy, covering it with some lube I knew I would need it. It was a little longer and wider but not so intimidating now that I had stretched myself out. The thought of the larger one back on the bed briefly entered my mind but I would always have another time for that.

With extra lube applied to my ass, I lined myself up and edged backwards. The extra girth was immediately noticeable, but with some deep breaths it slid in and an uncontrollable moan escaped my mouth. This felt big, it was stretching everything as I pushed back on it. Every millimetre felt divine and my cock pulsed and bounced involuntarily.

I was only half way down before I eased it back out with a little pause before going back towards the wall, both hands once again braced sliding it deeper. My breath was taken away as it nudged over my prostate, those delightful sparks of pleasure radiating from within. I angled the head of the shower away so I could concentrate on the job at hand.

Sliding back deeper and gradually pulling away released an overwhelming burst of desire to have more, I repeated the same actions again and again each time going further. My mind fogging as I pursued the highest sensations to drive me towards my goal, that familiar semi outer body experience consumed me and I could hear moans of passion echoing throughout the shower.

My mind was drifting in a sea of approaching orgasmic bliss, and flashbacks of today flickered in and out. The new outfits, the toys, the parting touch with Marc, the flirting, the feeling of being desired. I replayed Marc saying he needed a shower and wondered if his need was the same as mine. Visions raced through my mind of him in the shower like me, hot, wet and horny. My pace had increased and each thrust mashed my prostate driving me closer.

The image of Marc in the shower filled my world, him, naked, hard and thrusting into his hand thinking of me. My ass begun to tighten, my own cock hardened and the rising flush of pure ecstasy screamed through my body. I cried out unintelligibly, spasm after spasm as my orgasm ripped apart every sense. My eyes opened to see ribbons of cum jetting from my cock without my hands anywhere near it and my shaking legs struggling to hold me up.

I reached down and scooped up the next much smaller ejaculation and brought it to my mouth, I had not only grown accustomed to the taste, but craved it as a delicacy capping my climax, cursing the lost loads as the flowed down the drain.

My body still impaled on my new favourite toy I had no energy to move, I moved away and jolts and aftershocks passed through me with each inch that slid out. Clumsily I re-positioned the shower head and tried to clean my weakened body. I felt exhausted yet energised, like I’d found a secret well of pleasure and had totally over done it.

As I cleaned up my body hummed, everything was overly sensitive, each movement triggered bursts of joy, finished up I switched the shower off and just stood there dripping. I sighed loudly relishing the sensations coursing through my body. Realising I still had the cameras rolling I took a breath and reached for my towel, wrapping it around me as I stepped out and shut off the equipment.

I took a moment to appreciate just how amazing that had felt, and blushed a little to myself at the images I had thought of just as I came. I couldn’t deny it felt a little strange but at the same time that had been yet another mind blowing orgasm and it was hard not to take the most from it. I thought I would feel a little sore but there was no discomfort, despite that my little metal plug once again took its place in my hole, the cooling weight adding some comfort.

I moisturised, toned and carried out all my well-practiced beauty regime, deciding one something more comfortable than sexy to wear, although it was still very silky and lacy which always felt sublime against my soft skin. Removing all the camera equipment and transferring all the files over to the computer I took a moment to rest while it loaded up.

Feeling bostancı escort a little drained I decided not to edit it down, but rather put it up as the whole video, watching it back confirmed my practice at camera setup was paying off. Despite being well and truly spent, the images on screen caused my sleeping dick to stir. I looked really good, if it wasn’t for my permanent hardon you’d easily think of me as a flat chested girl, the enlarged nipples would be totally out of place on a guy.

I looked down at them still peeking through my lace top, they did seem to be in a constant state of arousal, and I didn’t mind at all, to play with them felt amazing. The other thing which was so noticeable was the noises I was making, undeniably feminine and far louder than I thought I had been. I snapped stills to add to galleries as the video played to add to my collection.

As I watched myself switch up to the larger toy I could feel it like a memory reflex, my ass squeezing around the metal plug in sympathy with the vision on screen. It was impossible not to get hard looking at this, I was like another person and she was hot as hell. You could see how horny I was, how much I craved the anal pleasure and I shifted in my seat, tightening panties becoming a little uncomfortable.

As the scene built to the climax it was clear how much I was enjoying it, and I flushed once again watching it unfold. It was so strange to view something this hot and also know exactly how it felt. My ass clenched as the on screen me cried out in orgasm, to my shock I was called out Marc’s name.

I totally hadn’t realised I had done that, so caught up with the visions and sensations occupying my mind at the time. The enormity of it crashed over me, flushing my body with embarrassment, I went from fully horny to zero in an instant and my mouth felt suddenly dry. Why had I done that? What did it mean I felt? Was I attracted to him? Was I gay?

The video ended and I rewound it back playing my orgasm once again, in my mind I replayed what I felt and that conflicted feeling of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through me. Cropping the end of the clip and adding my usual signoff edit. I saved the file and stepped away from my desk.

Walking around my apartment I felt so unsure of myself in that moment, the cam girl persona had made this giant leap that the old me was totally unprepared for it. I couldn’t be gay, otherwise my own image wouldn’t have turned me on, and there was the other cam girl, the one who I was modelling my own image on, I was still attracted to her right?

This played over in my mind while I made a cup of tea, sitting back at my desk I searched for her profile and after a short while I managed to find it. As she wasn’t live there was only her recorded content which was only accessible by being a paid up member, it seemed like a worthy use of my money and in no time I was browsing through her clips and photos. To my relief I felt my arousal return, she definitely did it for me although there was a combined appreciation of her, part of me loved how she looked and the other part of me wanted to look like her.

I couldn’t be gay otherwise I wouldn’t find her so attractive, but I also couldn’t deny that the image of Marc in the shower was also a turn on, could I be bi-sexual? Would that be so much a bad thing? The thought of having sex with a guy really didn’t appeal to me, but I was absolutely curious and it was a little un-nerving.

I kept on digging through her pictures, posts and videos. She really was stunning and my now very damp panties confirmed I still found women attractive. Her name was Ellie and she was the same age as me too, and I smiled at the new found connection I had with her, even if it was just virtual. Tonight I would model my show on her, I’d pick an outfit, use my fake breast forms, that temporary hair dye and make my best effort at matching her make-up.

I uploaded all my new videos and felt much better about what had happened in the shower, so what if my cam girl alter ego fantasied about guys, most if not all of my viewers and fans were and that hadn’t stopped me. Besides I had no doubt how well this would go down with them and would be great for pulling in more cash going forwards.

Feeling much more at ease I set about getting ready for the evening live broadcast. With the look I was going for settled I wasted no time in attaching the false breasts, taking note of how they looked and felt. There was that duality of happiness, they absolutely completed the look and enhanced my body shape in a way I never thought possible, but at the same time I was sad that my nipples would be buried and unable to benefit from stimulating them. However the aim of today was to pay homage to my online crush and to do her vision justice I would just have to accept it.

With the glue set I tried on all my new outfits, they fit so much better, and my hours exercising and using the waist trainers and corsets really helped make the most of them. They hugged and squeezed me, with my cock and balls tucked up it was barely possible to identify my reflection as male.

I settled on the perfect outfit, and then carried on with the finer touches. A double application of the lip plumpers keeping them on for longer than I had before, they tingled and stung quite a bit, but I knew the results would be worth it. The hair dye went in next, I would take a few washes to come out, but the shocking pink streaks looked exactly how I wanted them to.

Matching nail and toe polish were next and while they dried I strode around the apartment waving my hands and feeling incredibly sexy. It was hard not to check myself out in the mirror each time I passed, with each application of product and accessory my reflection looked more and more like Ellie. The stockings, the outfit, my makeup with the heavy eyeliner and blusher was a bit more extreme than I was used to, but I was so happy with the result. The straining semi in my tiny G-string underwear was all the confirmation that I needed that I had nailed the look I was going after.

As I sat in front of the computer and logged in, my fans were quick to heap praise on my last upload, the constant positive feedback only boosted my ego and pushed the thoughts of uncertainty to the back of my mind. Looking back at me on screen was an almost carbon copy of my idol, I felt incredible satisfaction that I could pull off a look like this and the teasing and flirting with my viewers came so naturally.

Despite my earlier experiments in the shower and the size of the orgasm I had had, it took very little time for me to get going again, my ass seemingly taking all that new experience in its stride and even tingling a little tempting me to resume playing. But the aim of tonight’s show was to tease and attempt to embody the girl who had started this whole thing off, my fans were going to have to pay, but I would reward them with a show unlike any I had done so far.

It however didn’t take long for me to rather over enthusiastically accept the challenge of sucking the largest of my new dildos, and while I certainly struggled, persistence and perseverance paid off. Resisting the urge to gag and finding new ways to control it I surprised myself and impressed my fans with the depth I was able to achieve.

What shocked me the most was how much the action of sliding a big dildo in and out of my mouth turned me on, it wasn’t just the vision of myself in the monitor, but every time is slid deeper into my throat and I was able to resist the gag, a bolt of joy fired down my spine and connected with my tingling hole and now raging erection.

I hadn’t removed any items of clothing yet, and my hard cock was straining against the lace fabric of my outfit. My mind swam with the sensations coursing through my body, it seemed every fibre of my being was being activated with desire. The feedback from my viewers, the pings of tokens, and my reflection on screen which displayed a girl clearly enjoying herself. The lust was plain for all to see and it felt incredible to feel it at the same time.

As requests came in I gradually became less and less dressed, and the toys became more intimate. The jewelled plug removed and replaced with one of my new dildos, sliding in easily with nothing but a rush of pleasure. My ass accepting the invasion with gusto, a little stretch but nothing uncomfortable, my throat now taking the largest one deeper without issue.

I was transfixed with my own image, my eyes watering slightly as the dick in my mouth found new depth I surged with pride. It looked incredible, ‘I’ looked incredible, suddenly I had to pull the toys from both holes, I was about to cum and I hadn’t even been going that long. I gasped bringing my breath back under control, it was so easy to get carried away but I had to resist, Ellie my cam girl idol was so proficient at teasing her audience and I always let my desire to orgasm cloud my mind.

Taking a few moments I resumed my conversation with my viewers. I had completely lost myself for a good half an hour, my token total was already well on the way to being a new all-time best, but I knew I had more to offer, and much more to tease out of them. I was confident in how I looked more so than in any previous show, and as the targets were met I removed more and more clothing.

Up until now I had always kept on most of my items, needing them to help me feel secure and unexposed, despite the praise lauded at me. A part was always waiting to be called out, to be ridiculed as a guy in women’s lingerie, even if I hadn’t seen any comments of that nature in a very long time. Today however I felt on fire, my silicone chest forms were blended to perfection and for the first time I completely removed my outfit, retaining only the stocking and heels.

I knew which angles to pose in to the camera, the positions which enhanced the assets I had painstakingly worked on for the last few months. Just breathing in and pushing my ass out gave the delightful impression that I had curves well beyond the reality, even if the waist trainer and yoga had certainly done a great deal. Part of me was expecting to be disappointed with the video playback on screen but I was overjoyed.

With all the outfit on I knew I looked good, good enough to be compared to Ellie. But without it I felt more vulnerable, a significant safety blanked removed and yet, despite that I still looked great, the pings ringing out confirming I wasn’t the only one who thought that too.

I cared less about the poses designed to enhance my form and relaxed into it more. The false tits looked very nearly believable, in fact quite a few commentators thought they were and as I played with them I once again lamented the lack of feel or sensation that they gave me. However rewarding it was to hold and squeeze them, and make the girl on screen do as I wanted.

I hadn’t played with any of my toys for a while now and yet my cock stood firm and to attention, my ass craved something, and thoughts flashed through me of how I wanted to bring tonight’s show to a grand finale. Being this turned on by myself wasn’t exactly unusual, but it was considering I was almost totally naked bar the stocking and makeup. I just couldn’t get over how much I looked like Ellie, and she was so utterly stunning, I felt like I could almost be her, if it wasn’t for the now dripping rod of hard meat sticking out from between my legs.

I couldn’t take much more, my body was screaming for release, a string of precum hung from my tip and I drew it up to mouth, it was so sweet, so moreish. The desire to taste more, and to give in to my needs grew even stronger. I teased my audience, as much for my own benefit too, trying to decide which toys I would use, and where I would use them.

A regular big tipping fan contributed to the idea that I should suck the biggest, and while my ass was totally stuffed use the vibrator but no hands. And who was I to refuse, the very notion of it made me shudder. Moments later I was sprawled across the bed, the mid-sized dildo slid effortlessly deep inside my asshole, the thick base coming to rest spreading my cheeks.

I used the largest dildo, to rub my own dick covering it we precum which was now pouring from me like a broken tap. I got it all slick before bringing it to my mouth and sliding it in, as it made contact with the back of my throat I groaned and the vibrations reverberated through me making my whole body lurch. My hole clamped tighter and my cock jumped of its own accord.

In popped the end fully down my throat, my eyes closed as I allowed myself a moment to become accustomed to its intrusion. I slid it back out and repeated the process covering it with my precum and again pushing it back down deeper savouring the taste and impression it left as it found new depths.

With my eyes open I could observe as an almost outer body experience, my image on screen taking the full length and visibly trembling each time, I became entranced with my own vision, this is how Ellie must feel when she does this, it felt overwhelming, connecting with my ultimate alter ego. Bringing me closer to what I imagined it must feel like for her.

Suddenly I became aware that I was getting light headed, how long had I had this thing stuffed all the way down my throat. I pulled it out and gasped loudly, my voice cracking as I gulped air to refill my burning lungs. I had felt horny in previous shows but this was on another level, I needed to take this to its conclusion.

I fired up the vibrator, propped up my body so I could get all the right angles and started to simultaneously slide the vibe over my soaked cock as I sucked with gusto on the rubber dildo, I wished I had a spare arm to play with the one in my ass too, but I would just have to settle for grinding against the bed.

I knew it wouldn’t be long, and sure enough as I once again pushed deeper into my throat the flow of energy it produced surged all over my, I wouldn’t have screamed out loud if it wasn’t for my mouth being full. I pulled it out just in time to see the first massive rope of cum splash from my pulsing cock onto my silicone mounds.

Seeing it jet out and land across my breasts was an incredible sight, my mouth hung open and the next fired up and over my face, a little landing in my mouth. I dropped both toys and used my left hand to pump more as each waved crashed over me, my right grasping the one in my ass and frantically thrusting it in and out. The new stimulation extended my climax and new waves brought a steady pulse of cum. Each time bringing it to my mouth to savour every drop

I must have unloaded ten or more shots before it ran dry, yet the pulses continued as I stroked my shaft and slid the dildo in and out, eventually I had to stop as I ran out of strength, the aftershocks carried on gradually reducing to ripples and eventually fading away. I lay, exhausted on a soaked bed, the rushing sound of my heartbeat and ragged breathing fading to be replaced by the pings and rings of donations from the live stream.

It took me a good few minutes to gather the strength to sit up, it seemed the more I masturbated, the more toys I used the larger and more consuming my climaxes became, I thought for a moment if I had found the limit, or what was even possible for me anymore. I was constantly in new and uncharted territory but it seemed with every turn my body responded with even more pleasure and I was finding it hard not to become addicted to it.

Eventually I regained enough composure to talk with my fans, I had obliterated any previous records as well as get myself up into the top 6 of all trans cams at the time. I had never had this many viewers before. the afterglow had faded slightly but was being replaced with the admiration of my new and old fans. To feel this adored and desired was something very new to me, and it only added to the chemical overload my brain was under from cumming so hard.

I closed the chat and switched off all the cameras, I had no energy to do any editing, and even though it was particularly late I cleaned up and readied myself for bed. I remade the bed but couldn’t summon the strength to unstick the breast forms, that could wait until the morning. And anyway I quite liked the weight clinging to my chest, it felt quite comforting especially in this supportive teddy. As my head hit the pillow I drifted off to sleep, thoroughly satisfied and completely content.

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Sorry it took so long to publish this chapter, i got stuck and it took a while to write round it. i also wrote in far more detail than i really planned to, but hopefully you will enjoy the fruits of my labors. i love reading you’re feedback so do leave a comment if you enjoyed it. the next chapter is already in progress so it wont be as long for the next one.

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it all started the last weekend of the school holidays me (13) and my friend shawn (13) was down at his mums house minding the kids whilst she was at the shop

when she returned she said she had a present for us and gave us a bag with a box in it within the box there was two bottles af vodca a bottle of sambuka and a bottle of bacardi she said that we coud drink it there but we would have to be quick because shawns dad was coming to pick his little brothrs up in an hour

so we sat in the kitchen with shawns mum and did shots of each whilst the kids we’re at their grand parents down the street whithin half an hour it was all gone when the fone rang it was shawns dad he was coming early and would be there within ten minutes

me and shawn only just being able to move set off for my house 1.6 miles away it took us two hours we got to my house and because shawn was staying the night we went straight to my room so my mum didnt see we where still very drunk

we got to my room and sat on my brothers bed after a few minutes shawn turns to be and says my dick is killing me so i walk over and pull his pants off and then slowly pull his nice tight black boxers off he has a sexy look on his face

all of a sudden he trys pushing my head down buca escort to his dick me not knowing why i asked and he said he wanted me to suck him off so i slowly made my way down and started licking the top of his head and then taking his shaft into my mouth and slowly bobbing my head up and down whilst using my tongue to lickthe head he begins to moan softly

he whispers to me “keep going cj your doing great im so fucking horny” he then lifts my head up and starts picking me up off my knees and then starts taking my top and pants off i help him a little as i can see he is struggling

he then takes my now hard dick in his hand and starts playing with it slowly and gently stroking it i sit next to him on the bed and mimic what he is doing to me back to him he begins to moan again but this time louder and with more of a grunt just then i feel something warm on my hand as spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum shoots from his dick onto my hand he sits there his mind wondering when he suddenly tells me to eat it so i slowly begin lapping it up off my hand and thn take the last finger full and place it on his lips he opens up and sucks my finger cleans we lye together under the covers for about an hour before we fall asleep next to each other çağlayan escort five hours later we are awaken by the sound of my mum houting to see if we’re ok and if we want tea now or later so we shout now both slightly still drunk and then rush to get dressed shawn being in a rush forgot to put his boxers back on

after dinner we sit in the dining room watching t.v. when shawn goes under the table and crawls beneath my legs and take my cock out of my pants and stars playing with it within seconds its hard and he takes it in his mouth he starts slowly but becomes faster as i begin to moan and breath quicker we suddenly hear a noise coming down the hall it was soft foot steps of my sister shawn slows dad but carrys on and my breathing begins to rgulate as my sister walks in the room and says that shes going for a nap so we could have the tv in the front room but as soon as she walks out and gets to the stairs i begin to orgasm and squirt cum in to shawns mouth but he takes my dick out of his mouth and rubs it on his face and decides to coat his face with my cum so 4 more squirts of cum shoot out onto his face he then put my dick back in my pants and gets out from under the table his face still coated with my cum we go and sit in the front çankaya escort room and put a dvd on when i ask shawn why he coated his face with my cum he tells me its so he has a snack for whlst we watch a film so i watch as he sits and eats the cum off his face watching this gets me so horny that when hes finished i reach other and start playing with his dick and he gets hard but this tie a lo slower than he did earlyer so i cover us both up with a blanket and we strip off are clothes so i rub his cock nice and slow and carry on watching the film when i feel that my now hard dick is touching his but hole so i decide to rub it up and down the crack and he begins to moan softly so i push it in and it went straight u him and he starts moaning louder so i start humping him i can feel his anal walls milking my penis aand the pressure from the sides takes me over the edge and i empty in him so he turns to me and pulls me close to him and we kiss his tongue comes into my mouth and does some exploring so i return the favour and before we know it we have been pationatly kissing for 5 minutes so we decide to take it back to my room so we sneak up stairs but naked our clothes in are hands and when he get ther we get on my bed and just sit and cuddle next to each other next to the radiator and we start kissing again but this time we dont just sit and do one long kiss we start kissing every few minutes until we end up falling asleep again in each others arms

p.s. i still have them boxers today

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