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I was so pleased when he rang and told me I had got the job. I was the new housekeeper for Richard Adkins. The salary was excellent and best of all it came with a self-contained flat in the annex which meant I could finally move out of the house I shared with my useless ex-boyfriend. As an extra benefit, Richard Adkins was a good-looking, successful businessman, to whom I found myself attracted from the moment I saw him.

The only problem was that I had lied on my C.V., I did not have any of the experience required and I had made up the references. How difficult could it be to be a housekeeper? I was expected to keep the house tidy, cook some meals, do the laundry, and make Richard’s life easy. I was more than ready to train on the job.

I moved into the annex on Sunday and reported to work on Monday at nine o’clock as requested. Richard showed me around the house and explained what he expected from me. He was an easy person to like, and we seemed to get on. The first day went well.

On Tuesday morning whilst working in the kitchen I heard a knock at the back door.

As I opened the door I was greeted by a smiling face. “You must be the new housekeeper; I am Caroline the gardener. Do you fancy a coffee?”

“Hi, yes I am Penny, lovely to meet you.”

I made coffee and we sat together. I discovered Caroline worked Tuesday and Friday mornings. She was good company and the conversation soon turned to Richard.

“What do you think of him?” I was asked.

“He seems nice and easygoing.”

“He is until you upset him then he can be very strict.”

“What do you mean strict?”

“I cannot really say, but you will find out soon enough. He is hard but fair. His ways can come as something as a shock at first but if you get used to them, they can also be exciting.”

“What do you mean?”

With a knowing smile, she said, “You will find out.” I could get no more from her, but I was intrigued by what she meant.

That afternoon Richard was working at home. As I walked past his office, I heard him say, “That is not acceptable, you promised the client and have let them down. I cannot just let this go, that will be twelve and on the bare this time.” I did not know who he was on the phone to, but you could tell he was cross, he did not need to shout but there was no doubt about his feelings. I did not know what he meant by twelve on the bare, but I was curious. He came out of the office after the call and saw me on the staircase, a small smile passed across his face. He knew I had overheard him.

Shortly afterwards he came down to the kitchen. He favoured me with a huge smile and said, “I come in search of tea and biscuits, have I come to the right place?”

“Of course, I will bring them up to you.”

“No need let’s both have tea here.” He sat down and we started chatting. Conversation came easily as he had an easy manner. I asked about his work and found out he ran a large IT Consulting Business. It was something to do with cloud computing, hybrid strategy, and AI adaptation. I must say I did not fully understand. He told me he focused on the sales side and split his time between the office and being at home.

“I run a sales team of five people who all work hard although they get very well rewarded. I do expect a lot from them. I believe in working in an environment of total honesty and integrity.” With this, he looked directly at me, and I am sure I blushed thinking of the piece of fiction that was my CV.

As he got up to leave Richard said he needed a shirt washing for a client meeting on Thursday. He was due to deliver a key presentation which could secure a multi-million-dollar deal. He wanted to look his best and I was expected to ensure everything was ready for him.

Some suits had arrived from the dry cleaners, I went to hang them in the master bedroom and to find the shirt Richard had spoken about. In the wardrobe hanging on the rail, I saw several canes hanging by their curved handles. I could not help myself staring at them. I took hold of one of them and flexed it, I could not begin to imagine what it would feel like if it was used for punishment. There was also something that looked like a wide leather belt with its buckle missing. It also had a long split along some of its length. I could, however, guess its intended purpose.

Suddenly what Charlotte said about him being strict made sense. I also thought I had a good idea of what he had meant when he had said ‘twelve on the bare# earlier. My mouth went dry, and my heart raced. Could he want to do this to me? Should I run now? Why did I also feel a rush of excitement?

In a hurry, I put the suits away and found the shirt. My mind was in a whirl.

As I did not have a full load of washing, I added some of my own things at needed doing and started the wash cycle. I could not get the thoughts of the canes out of my mind. I would be lying if I said I had no interest in spanking, I had tried it in the past but only as fun. This took it to a new level.

After an hour, the washing çeşme escort machine beeped informing me that it had finished its cycle. I opened the door and stared in horror. One of my red socks had found its way into the wash and everything, including Richard’s white shirt, had turned a pink colour. I knew that I was in deep trouble, and I could see no way out of it. After some deliberation I decided, I would have to face the music and tell Richard hoping that he would forgive me.

I went to his office and knocked and when asked I entered.

“I am so sorry I have ruined your shirt,” I blurted out as soon as I saw him.

“Really what happened?” he remained calm but I could tell he was annoyed.

I told him the truth.

He looked at me and asked. “Honestly have you done this type of work before?”

It was as if he could read my mind. I knew I could not lie my way out of this one.

“No, sorry this is the first job like this.”

“So, you lied to me?”

“Yes, so sorry, I had to get away from my last boyfriend.” Tears had formed in my eyes.

He reached into one of his desk drawers and placed my C.V. in front of him. “So other than your name and I assume your date of birth everything is false?”

I shuffled my feet. “Yes. But I was desperate.”

“I value honesty very highly; you have broken my trust. I will have to let you go. Please vacate the annex by the end of tomorrow.”

The bottom was falling out of my world. I could only return to my mother’s house, and we would both hate that. I was desperate.

“You could cane me,” I blurted this out before I could stop myself.

“Sorry?”

I repeated myself this time with more confidence. “You could cane me; I saw the canes in your cupboard. You could punish me, and we could start over.”

I saw the trace of a smile pass across his face. “I am paying you very well. I thought you had the relevant experience. Do you think a caning will solve all that?”

“I will work as hard as possible and any time I fail, you could punish me. I think you would enjoy that, and we would both get what we want.”

“You would be willing to do that?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Let me think about it overnight, you do the same, and let’s discuss it again in the morning. Agreed?”

“Yes, thank you. And I am sorry, once again.”

That evening I sat alone with my thoughts. Initially, I was relieved that I would probably be able to keep my job. I had told all my friends and family how good this position was, and it would be so embarrassing to tell them I had been sacked. I would also keep a comfortable roof over my head. The thought of my caning was terrifying. What would happen? Could I cope? Also, this was likely to happen more than once. I never doubted I would go ahead with it, but I was scared. I did find the vision of Richard wielding a cane over my naked bottom did hold a certain attraction. He did have a personality that I found very appealing.

Sleep was hard to come by but eventually, I must have drifted off, and I woke to face my fate.

At nine o’clock I knocked on Richard’s office door again. It felt like those times I had knocked on the headmaster’s door when at school, although this time I was far more nervous.

When I entered Richard did look like an imposing headmaster.

“Do you still agree you should be punished?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Right, at lunchtime you will bring me the wooden hairbrush from the dressing table in my bedroom and I will punish you with that. This evening you will receive six strokes of the cane. Both punishments will be carried out on your bare bottom.”

I blushed crimson, I had thought this might be the case and my worst fears were now confirmed.

“Yes,” I replied, and then to my surprise I added, “Sir.”

It was just like being back at school.

Richard smiled at that. “I am glad you wish to stay; I do like you and I think we can make this arrangement work. I will see you at noon, bring the hairbrush with you.”

I was dismissed. I went into his bedroom and picked up the wooden brush, it had a long handle and a large oval head, and it was heavy. I was struggling to imagine what it would feel like smacking against my naked bottom. I concluded it would be very painful.

Nothing got done that morning, I could not focus on anything. An hour before my appointment with the hairbrush I went to get ready. I showered and stood in front of the mirror. I could not help myself I looked at my bottom, it looked so pale and vulnerable.

I like to think of myself as a pretty girl and I have been told I have a good figure; although I have always thought my bottom is too big. But past boyfriends have complimented me on my figure. I try to look after myself and keep fit and this hopefully shows in my looks.

I considered what underwear to select. I had no experience with lingerie requirements whilst getting your bottom spanked. Eventually, I selected a plain black bra with matching başakşehir escort panties. I elected to wear a loose skirt as I thought I would need easy access to my bottom.

Once dressed I was pleased with how I looked, but I was now very nervous. Still, excitement was present, I felt like a was going on a scary roller-coaster ride. Lots of fear but excitement at the same time.

I collected the dreaded brush a made my way to Richard’s office. Now it really did feel like waiting outside the headmaster’s door. At the stroke of noon, I knocked.

“Enter,” I heard.

I stood before the desk feeling more than ever like a naughty schoolgirl. If I was honest with myself that was also the way I had behaved to get myself in this situation.

“I am glad you are on time. Punctuality is important, especially when punishment is due.”

“Thank you,” I paused and added, “Sir.”

I was not sure what made me keep calling him Sir, but it somehow felt right to do so.

Again, I saw the trace of a smile.

“There is no benefit in long speeches at this point, you know why you are here, and you only have yourself to blame. I would like you to remove your skirt and place it on the desk.”

He said this in such a matter-of-fact way. There was to be no discussion; he just expected it to happen. I stepped out of my skirt and placed it on the desk. I stood before him, and my hands covered my pussy. “Hands to the side. Modesty is for good girls; you do not fit that description.”

He was fully clothed, and I was before him semi-naked. There was a tension in the air, a sexual tension. Although nervous about what was to come, I felt a pulse of excitement down below.

“And now your panties can join your skirt on my desk.” Again, no room for discussion.

I slid my panties down and placed them as requested. I went to cover myself and thought better of it. I stood naked from the waist down. He looked at my pussy, and again I felt a pulse of excitement.

“When you need to be punished in the future, please wear stockings and suspenders. I think punishment should be a formal process and you should look your best.”

There was no question that punishment was going to happen repeatedly and there was no question of the dress code for such occasions. I replied, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Can you place that chair in the middle of the rug,” he pointed to a chair in the corner; I had not noticed it before, but it did look out of place in this plush office. It was a basic dining room chair with no arms. I was slightly puzzled but turned to comply with his request. As I walked across the room, I felt his eyes fix on my bottom. I lifted the chair and turned and saw the lustful look in his face, I could not help myself, but I felt the stirrings of desire also. I placed the chair as requested. Richard stood he picked up the hairbrush and took his seat as I waited meekly next to him.

“I want you to lay across my lap with your bottom uppermost.”

I could now see the purpose of this plain chair it was perfect for positioning someone for a spanking. With as much dignity as I could muster, I took my position. I felt Richard’s hand briefly stroke my bottom and it felt like electricity passed between us.

“Beautiful, truly beautiful,” Richard said, “you have a beautiful bottom.”

“Well thank you, kind Sir,” I replied. “Does it not seem a shame to punish it?” I cheekily asked.

“Sadly, you have made it necessary. I would however be lying if I said I was not looking forward to this. I will deliver twelve strokes with the brush, six on each buttock. You will keep your bottom still; you will make a minimum of noise and you will thank me at the end. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was going to happen. I was to be spanked.

The brush was placed on the centre of my left buttock and it was rubbed gently in a circle then lifted away. It returned to my bottom at speed, I heard the crack and felt a flame of pain. I let out a small groaning noise. It had hurt but I also knew that Richard was not being overly harsh in his punishment. The second stroke was swiftly delivered to my right buttock, and I kicked my leg in response. He continued with my punishment leaving fifteen to twenty seconds between each stroke, I felt each delivery and my bottom was starting to burn.

“Final two coming up,” with this, he delivered the two hardest strokes in quick succession. I cried out and tears formed in my eyes for the first time.

Silence filled the room. Then I remembered, “thank you for my punishment, Sir,” I said. I was relieved it was over, and that I had endured it with some dignity.

“You have been very brave; I will see you at five o’clock for your caning. Please bring the lightest colour cane with you. Remember stockings and suspenders.”

He ran his hand over my bottom again, and I could feel his erect penis pushing into me as I eased myself upright and rubbed my bottom.

“You had better go now. You küçükçekmece escort may want to leave your panties off for now,” Richard said.

I took my skirt and put it on, and I did indeed keep my panties off. I walked back to my bedroom very conscious of my partial nudity and the sting of my punishment. As soon as I could, I lifted my skirt and bent to examine my bottom in the mirror. It was a pink colour all over with deeper red patches. It was also starting to tingle nicely.

The feeling also transmitted itself to my pussy which started a tingle of its own.

I could not help myself – I used my fingers to increase my excitement and before long, I was on my bed, legs apart with my dildo deep inside me. In my imagination, I could picture Richard holding his cane over my defenseless, naked bottom. I would not have to wait very long for this dream to become a reality.

As I came down from my high, I realised I had always had a very active sex life in my imagination, but the reality has been boring at best. With Richard, I could see the chance to change that. I also knew I had to keep busy otherwise the afternoon would drag on.

I decided to vacuum the house it was a physical activity that helped to take my mind off my bottom. I did the downstairs rooms before starting upstairs and when I had finished in Richard’s bedroom, I could not help myself I took the cane out of the cupboard.

It was very flexible, and I swished it through the air. The sound sent a tingle down my spine. I tried a practice stroke on the bed. At that moment I noticed Richard standing at the door with a smile on his face.

“Curiosity killed the cat, they say.”

I looked directly at his crotch, “I was just checking everything was in working order for later,” I was feeling very naughty at this stage.

“I think you will find everything works as required. I will see you later. Do not be late.”

He left and I put the cane back. The rest of the afternoon passed in a bit of a daze. I showered and dressed, as requested, in my lingerie. Again, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing black stockings and suspenders with a matching bra and knicker set. I did look dressed for sex. My ex-boyfriend loved me to wear stockings, and I rarely did for him. I was surprised that I was so keen to dress up for Richard. I knew the caning would be painful, but I also knew Richard would not be cruel.

I put on a pretty dress, collected the cane, and knocked on the door as the clock struck five. Once again, I found myself before Richard’s desk.

“Thank you for bringing the cane. Have you been caned before?” he inquired.

“No.”

“Have you wanted to be?”

“Before today no, I am scared but excited at the same time.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment,” he smiled.

“Oh sorry, I meant to say I was terrified.”

“Let us see how you feel shortly. It looks like you will have to remove your dress.”

I reached behind and undid the zip and again stood before him in my underwear.

“That is how a woman should present herself for punishment. You look stunning.”

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Those panties will need to be removed.”

Again, I complied and stood semi-naked and excited before him. I was sure he could see my excitement.

“The chair needs to be placed once again.”

He watched me place the chair as required.

“Stand at the back of the chair and bend right over. Grip as far forward as you can.”

I did as I had been asked. My naked bottom was pushed out into the room.

He got up and stood behind me. “Legs further apart,” I shuffled my legs apart, “further.”

I was now very lewdly displaying myself to him. My secret charms were no longer secret. I was sure he could see my arousal, “as I said earlier, modesty is for good girls.”

I have been naked in front of men before, but I was sure I have never felt this naked and exposed. I had rarely felt this aroused.

He stood beside me, “You are to receive six strokes of the cane. You will remain in that position with your bottom presented. You will not shout out or use your hands to protect your bottom. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I nervously replied.

“After each stroke, you will count out for me, one, two, and so on. When you are ready for the next stroke you will say thank you, Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“At the end of the punishment, you will stay in position until I give you permission to rise. If you ignore this, I will repeat the punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Right let us get this over with.”

I felt the cane on my lower bottom, my throat was dry, and my heart was hammering in my chest.

The cane tapped gently a couple of times and then I heard the swish and felt the cane strike my bottom. It hurt and I groaned through the pain. But although painful it was bearable.

“What number was that.”

“One, Sir.”

“If you forget to count again, that stroke will not count. Tell me when you are ready.”

I composed myself to say, “Thank you, Sir.”

The second stroke swiftly followed, this one lower down my bottom.

“Two, Sir.” I took a deep breath and added, “Thank you, Sir.”

After the fifth stroke, I was reminded to stay in position. I was very pleased with having taken the punishment so far. The sixth stroke was delivered.

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Apologies for the delay in Part II. Enjoy this F/f Findom/Finsub story!

Victoria Brennemar—heiress, submissive, finsub

Kristy Walsh–former waitress, newly wealthy findom

Stephanie Myers–attorney, dominant, findom

It took a lot of convincing for Kristy to believe that Victoria wasn’t completely crazy. That what she was offering was, in fact, legitimate. Kristy was, through life experience, naturally skeptical. She had seen so much and suffered so much indignity that someone offering to change her life brought out her natural cynicism.

Despite that, she found herself standing in the grand foyer of Victoria Brennemar’s Penthouse apartment. It was a stunning foyer, filled with art, statues, and a cut glass chandelier worth considerably more than most people’s homes. Dominating the space was an oil painting of Victoria. Kristy made a mental note that, if this was a legitimate offer, that the painting would be the first thing to go.

“What do you think of the place?” Kristy, half smiling, said “Well, I suppose it will do.” This elicited a laugh from Victoria, and helped to break the ice considerably. “Well, please come in…to…your home” Victoria said. Kristy again half-smiled, still not convinced.

Kristy traversed from the grand foyer into a spacious, luxurious living room. It was magnificent with a view to match. The skyline was aglow with the winter landscape. “Please, this is your göztepe escort home now, or at least it will be, if you want it. Please make yourself comfortable.” Victoria gestured to Kristy to sit, and Kristy did so.

“I’m really tired. It was a long shift.” Kristy said. Victoria sensed an opening. “May I get you some wine and, um…I dunno, maybe rub your feet?” Kristy just stared at Victoria for a moment. “I’ll take White” Victoria said, referring to the wine. She didn’t respond about the foot rub. Victoria scurried off to fetch the wine. She returned with one full glass and presented it to Kristy.

“The servants are off tonight. said Victoria. I called ahead and gave them the next three days off, paid vacation. I told them I wanted to be alone after my father’s funeral. So, we’re alone and if you’re concerned…”

“Remove my shoes.” Kristy, interrupted. It wasn’t a question, it was a command. Victoria didn’t have to be asked twice, nor did she delay. She dropped to her submissive knees in front of Kristy and began undoing the laces of her sneakers, sneakers covered in grease from the diner floor, sneakers which seemed out of place in the opulent surroundings.

She removed Kristy’s sneakers and Kristy’s socks, moist from sweat; from being on her feet all day. Not surprisingly, Kristy’s feet were beautiful. For some reason it surprised Victoria that çorlu escort Kristy had a nice French Pedicure on her long, perfectly aligned, milky white toes.

“Liking what you see?” Kristy asked, catching Victoria mid-stare. “No need to be embarrassed, I mean, we’re talking about fetishes and switching lives, might as well own up to a little foot fetish.” Kristy chuckled.

“Ah, yeah, they’re really nice feet, Kristy.” Victoria said. “In fact I was just thinking that…” Victoria was interrupted by the bottom of Kristy’s foot in her face. “Oh for God sake, you know you want to, kiss them you idiot.” Kristy commanded.

Again, Victoria wasted no time as she began to lovingly, reverently kiss the bottom of Kristy’s feet. She began to kiss and massage adoringly, submitting herself to Kristy’s feet as Kristy laid back with her eyes closed, sipping wine and being pampered.

This went on for about fifteen minutes.

Victoria didn’t dare interrupt Kristy as she relaxed. Suddenly, Kristy spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

“I’d want it all in writing, done legally, with no recourse on your part.” Kristy stated, coldly.

“The money, you mean?” Victoria asked, then kicking herself for doing so.

“Yes, obviously the money.” If you’re serious about this I want an attorney here. Tomorrow. To discuss it. I will be 100% sure of this before I sign ümraniye escort anything. Do you understand me, Victoria?

“Yes, Ma’am.” Victoria stated. “I understand perfectly.”

“Good. Kristy said.” Now, since we have the entire evening….Kristy said, her voice softening. Run me a hot bath, refill my wine, and go call the attorney while I soak in the tub. When you come back, you can bathe me. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you go down on me. I haven’t had a good orgasm in a few weeks.”

Victoria was elated. She immediately turned red, sweaty and became tongue tied. Yes, Ma’am, of course!” Victoria was so excited. She followed Kristy’s instructions to the letter. She ran the bath, filled it with bubbles, lit candles, refilled the wine, put on soft music and helped her new Mistress into the tub. Her body was, not surprisingly, perfect. Her breasts were a B cup at best, but they were proportioned to her body. Her legs seemed to go on forever, punctuated at each end by two beautiful feet and the most magnificent rear-end she had ever seen. Kristy’s shaved pussy was the bow on this package of exquisiteness.

“Stop drooling and go make the call.” Kristy commanded.

As Kristy luxuriated in the tub, Victoria ran off to call her attorney. She’d never reach her directly at this hour, but left a message with her assistant to please call her ASAP and that she’d need to see her first thing in the AM.

“I left the message with Stephanie’s assistant” Victoria said, returning to the luxurious bathroom where Kristy soaked. “She’ll be here in the morning.” “How do you know” Kristy asked. “Because, as of right now at least, I’m still Victoria Brennemar.”

“Not for long.” Kristy thought to herself. “Not for long.”

Part III very soon

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Emily strode into the kitchen, her golden blonde hair flowing down her shoulders onto the large baggy t-shirt. The only item of clothing my girlfriend’s roommate had chosen to wear, despite her knowing I’m here.

“Oh, Hi Kyle, I didn’t know you were here today,” She lied with a smile. “Where’s Olivia?”

“She has just gone to her room,” I had come into the kitchen to put the oven on. But Emily had beat me to it, with her food already inside. Checking on her food in the oven, Emily decided to make quite a show of bending over. Despite her t-shirt being large and baggy, it still rode up her toned, rounded bum. Showing off her small white thong that left little to the imagination. From my position, sitting at the table, I could see down her shirt, from between her legs. Her two large breasts, swaying with the motion of bending over.

“You little slut” Olivia stared from the kitchen doorway, a small twinkle in her eye.

“Well, that’s pot calling kettle black,” Emily threw back, referencing my girlfriend’s own clothing choice. A choice which consisted of a pair of grey joggers and a bralette.

The two best friends shared everything together, from secrets to clothes, to food. Whilst I had not been dating Olivia long, only a couple of months, it had quickly become apparent that the two were a package deal. You want to date one? Well, prepare to befriend the other. Unfortunately, it had been a week since I had last seen Olivia. Emily had gone through a break up, and the two girls needed some girl time together.

But, finally I was allowed back around and I was dying to fuck her. Olivia did this thing during sex. She touched me, but lightly. It drove me insane. It began to wake something inside me that I didn’t know was there. Something I didn’t know I needed. And now I needed more.

My focus reappeared, as a laugh pulled me out of my deep thought. Olivia had manoeuvred behind Emily, her hands roamed up her shirt. Olivia’s fingers ran across Emily’s ribs, playing them like a xylophone, and Emily was making the sweet sweet music. Her body, dancing along.

“Ahahahaha, ssstoooop,” Emily giggled, trying her best to wriggle out of Olivia’s grasp. “I-ahahaah haven’t do-huhuh-ne anythingggg”

“Oh yeah-” Olivia ceased her onslaught and grabbed two handfuls of Emily’s voluptuous, tuzla escort squishy tits. “So you mean you weren’t trying to show these off to my new boyfriend?”

“Mmmmh,” Emily let out a slight moan. “Of course not”

She seemed to melt like butter in Olivia’s hands. Clearly, Emily, like me, had not been touched for a while. And she was also dying for it. I could see Emily’s nipples harden under the shirt, Olivia’s fingers brushing back and forth over then. One of Olivia’s hands then moved down from Emily’s tit and onto an uncovered part of her belly, spidering across it. Emily shuddered with the movement, her bum rubbing against Olivia’s crotch. Her own hand moved between her legs as a silly smile crept across her face. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a giggling moan.

“Oooooh,” Olivia teased. “You like that don’t you, you little bitch. You love having your sensitive belly teased and tickled. You love it when I spider my hands up and down, don’t you.”

Emily just giggled and moaned as a reply. She slipped her hand into her thong, rubbing herself more as she leaned into Olivia’s tickling. Olivia suddenly stopped her tickling. Retracting her hands. Emily groaned and watched Olivia as she strutted over to me.

“Well, well, well,” She stared at my crotch. “Looks like someone was enjoying our little show, Emily.”

“What- Uh- I don’t know what you mean” I tried to hide my erection, that I was too enthralled by the show before me to notice getting.

Olivia reached down, stroking my cock through my jeans. I let out a slight moan. Emily crept up behind Olivia and returned the favour that she was given just a few seconds ago. One hand reaching into her bralette, teasing Olivia’s small perky breast. The other hand, pushing down her joggers so she had full range of Olivia’s toned belly to tickle and tease. Olivia let out a giggling moan that mirrored Emily’s from earlier.

“You see, Kyle,” Emily rasped, still woozy from her earlier experience. “Olivia has said that you seemed to enjoy the teaser of what she gave you during sex. And since I haven’t had the chance to have my fun with her in a while. We agreed to share you for a night at some point. I guess tonight is the night.”

“Oooh, I think he pendik escort liked the sound of that, Emily,” Olivia commented on my twitching dick at the thought of what these two would do to me.

Olivia and Emily were physically polar opposites. Emily was blonde and curvy. Whilst she was physically fit and toned, she has a soft roundness to her that just made her all the more desirable. Olivia on the other hand was skinnier, slimmer. Dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, tattoos and piercings donned her toned body from head to toe. An outsider would see the two and be surprised by their friendship. However, they have more in common than it seems.

The girls pulled out my chair. Olivia, moving round to the back of me. Emily, resting her barely covered arse on my lap. Grinding up against my hard cock. Her top, lifted off by her own hands. Following suit, Olivia removed her bralette, then took off my top for me. Emily then guided my hands, moving them towards her ribs. I let my hands wander across her ribs. Tickling, teasing, tormenting. Emily laughed and giggled, letting out moans in between. Her hips started gyrating more than ever, rubbing my cock, forcing moans out of me.

Emily’s distracting antics made me completely lose track of Olivia’s plans. The next thing I knew. Her hands draped over my front. Her soft tits and hard nipples, pressing into my back. Her fingers began lazily scribbling across my belly, I started laughing. The tickling driving me insane. But not just from the torture. But with lust. My dick, seemed to get harder, grow bigger. My body, becoming more sensitive, the tickling becoming more intense. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck. Tickle. Be tickled. Writhe in torturous joy. I began to buck, bouncing up and down.

Emily suddenly got up, span around, and removed her thong. She straddled me, Olivia pausing long enough for her to slip me inside. She was already so wet, I had no problem slipping inside. We both let out a gasp. Olivia continued to tickle me. I restarted the same on Emily.

“Ahhhh,” Emily panted. “Fuuuuck, thi-hihihihi-s feels sooo goo-hahahaha-d. Ple-hehehehe-ase Kyle, tickle fu-huhuhuhu-ck me mooooore!”

I felt my mind start to melt. My hips bucked, thrusting me harder and harder into Emily. maltepe escort Olivia tickled all across my body, driving me mad. I could hear her evil laughter behind me. Clearly enjoying herself. Up until I realised why. One of Emily’s hands was playing with Olivia’s belly. Scribbling across it. Driving her insane. I then noticed one of Olivia’s hands was missing off my body. A moan from behind answered my question of where it had gone. However, it didn’t take long for Emily’s spare hand to replace it. Running up and down my rib cage, across my belly, into my arm pits.

“Oh fu-huhuhu-ck, don’t stop,” Emily moaned, “I’m nearly there.”

“Oh shit, hehehe, oh fuck, hahahaha,” Olivia chimed in, “me too, hahahahaha.”

Moans grew louder. Laughs grew more intense. Emily bouncing, me thrusting, Olivia playing. The three of us were fucking in joyful, tickling agony. Olivia came first. Her moan turned into a scream. A scream filled with laughter. As she came, she started tickling me harder. Her fingers somehow finding all of my worst spots as she reached her climax. The increased intensity of the tickling forced my body to bounce, pump, and thrust more and more into Emily.

Then, it was Emily’s turn. My more potent thrusting combined with my two hands teasing her tummy and ribs sent her over the edge. She bounced more and more. Her screaming and laughing became one and the same. Her huge tits, bouncing. Her round ass, jiggling. My hands move up her body to her breasts. I began to tickle and fondle them. The underboobs, the sides, the tops, all of it jiggling between my fingers. Then I moved to her nipples. She came again. The torture of her hard nipples seemed to push her back over the edge. Olivia’s hand quickly rushed to her sides. Tickling them as she came. This caused her to squeeze and contract on my dick. Bouncing harder.

That set me off. Emily tickling my belly. Olivia jumping between Emily’s soft belly and my sensitive ribs. Emily soft boob flesh, rippling beneath my fingers. Emily, squeezing my dick as she bounced more and more on my dick. I have never came so hard before in my life. The cum shot out of me. My head rolled back and I let out a scream of pleasure. I filled Emily with my cum as she bounced up and down. The twenty fingers teasing and tormenting me. Unleashing something I had never felt before. As the orgasm passed, the tickling became more of a light touching. Leaving me giggling sensitive mess.

“Well,” Emily smiled at me, dragging a finger down my tummy as she gyrated her hips on my still cumming cock. “You certainly enjoyed yourself. I guess we’ll have to make this a repetitive thing then.”

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Part 1

So, my boyfriend is in there right now, getting a hip spica. It’s been his dream, and it’s what he gets now. I am nervous for him, but I told him I would be there for him and ensure he was okay.

An experienced caster is doing the job for us. My boyfriend will have to stay in it at least for the weekend. We’ve bought diapers, and I think I will keep him in chastity because I don’t want him to cum all over the sheets while he is lying there in his hip spica. I locked him in his chastity device before our friend even started. I was almost too late because my boyfriend was already getting hard while our friend prepared the casting materials. Of course, my babe gets all crazy when it comes to casts. It’s how he’s always been.

I used to let him be when he got all horny while in a leg cast or something, but then it was always happening right away; that’s why I decided he would be in chastity until I decide when we do it. So he can limp around in his casts and on crutches without constantly spewing his juices all over the place. He gets so fucking horny when he is casted; it’s ridiculous. I mean, I love him for it in a way; it’s how we met, after all, at a casting session. If he could, he would be in a cast or several casts 24/7; he’d want to be in a full-body cast and literally just lie there in diapers without being able to move. That would be boring for me, and I want him to move at least slightly. So, we’ll try the wondrous hip spica this weekend.

I’m excited and nervous about pulling it off, but I think we’ll be okay. I mean, I really can’t wait to fuck his brains out while he is casted from his hips and down to his knees, keeping his legs spread and rigid. He won’t be able to move, and if he needs to get off the bed, he will crawl on all fours. He will more likely pull his casted torso and legs across the floor to get out of the bedroom if that is what he wants. We don’t have a wheelchair, and even with a wheelchair and a hip spica with his legs all spread apart, it would be a bit tricky. So, yeah, if he wants to get around, he will be on the floor. I can’t wait to see it. I think I will cum just seeing him like this. I am getting a drink because I’m so nervous. They are working on it in there, and our caster friend said it shouldn’t be too long, maybe an hour. But I’m not allowed to go in until he is done.

We’re using fiberglass, our favorite. I picked out the color; it’s purple and black.

I sit in the living room, watching TV, having another drink, and looking at the clock on the TV. Our caster friend comes out of the bedroom.

“He’s done.” He smiles mischievously but also proudly. I can just imagine how proud he probably is of his work.

My hands are actually trembling a little as I’m holding my glass. “Oh, he is?”

“Yeah, he’s struggling already.”

I get up from the couch. “What do you mean?”

Our friend grins from ear to ear and replies, “He’s so fucking horny right now, but since you got his little friend locked up, there’s no way to do anything. I thought he was hyperventilating there for a moment. I took a little bit of a break and told him just to relax and breathe.”

I am still holding my glass and pour myself another Crown over ice before I want to go in and see my baby.

Our caster friend is also having a little drink and asks, “You think you’ll be all right?”

I nod and smile. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. I got him.”

“Well, he’ll need your help for sure. He can’t move for shit. He’s going to be stuck on the bed, or I don’t know. Call me if you need me to come over and cut him out. I’m home all weekend.”

I sigh but smile, satisfied, “I think it’ll be all good. My friend may come over later. I kind of thought about fucking her in front of him while he’s lying there. I think he would love it but also hate it.” I laugh softly, thinking about this.

My caster friend chuckles, “Damn, you’re too much, but you’re right; he’s so horny right now. He’ll bust through that chastity cage you got him locked in.”

“Well, I’m going to put a diaper on him over the chastity device in a bit, so we’ll have that sorted out for tonight.”

My caster friend grins from ear to ear. “You’re crazy.”

I throw my head back and fluff my long hair. “It’s what I do.”

My caster friend finishes his drink, and I escort him to the door. We kiss each other on the cheek, and he reminds me again to call him if there should be any issues. I thank him, and he takes off.

I lock the door and take a deep breath. In the bathroom, I check myself in the mirror and decide I look fucking hot and am ready to face my sweet boyfriend in his cast dilemma.

I slowly push open the door to the bedroom, and oh my God, he’s so absolutely gorgeous and helpless lying there on our King Size bed. He’s sitting against the headboard and is just a piece of art, really.

I smile at him, but I can see his face is flushed, and his smile is nervous. I walk over to him and stand beside the bed, looking at him. He doesn’t say anything and just looks at me with his beautiful brown eyes. The cast maltepe escort is amazing. It’s actually a bilateral long-leg hip spica with a spreader bar in between. His legs are spread at least a foot apart or so.

I stand there and admire this fucking hot specimen of a man in a hip spica. He looks nervous and shy.

Biting his lip, he says, “So what do you think?”

I smile. “You’re…you’re just so fucking hot and sexy right now.”

He smiles. “I’m a little nervous.”

I sit down next to him. “Why?”

“I hope I can do it all weekend.”

I touch his cheek and run my finger over it. “I’ll be here with you. How do you feel right now?”

I look at his chest and the familiar sight of all his tattoos. He’s fucking gorgeous, and he’s all mine. I’ve seen this guy in so many different casts, and he’s always so hot. This cast, of course, tops it all. It’s been his dream for a long time, and here he lies, immobile, casted in a beautiful purple and black hip spica. The bar between his legs is also purple and black; our friend did a fantastic job. The cast doesn’t only go to his knees.

Even his feet are in casts; only his cute man toes are sticking out. The leg casts are bent slightly at the knee, where the spreader bar is attached. His cock is locked in the cage, and I let my eyes linger on the sight. Right there between his casted thighs lies his friend all locked up.

When I look at my boyfriend again, I can see his eyes are pleading. I touch the chastity cage and glance up at him.

“How are you holding up?”

My boyfriend bites his lip again and replies, “It’s difficult. Will you let him out?”

I say seductively, “Not yet. Here!”

I hand my boyfriend the glass with the Crown, and he thankfully takes a sip. He can’t move his legs or really move at all. He semi-sits there and tries to relax. I can tell it’s difficult for him but also arousing and exciting.

I just sit there and stare at my boyfriend for a moment. God, I can see how happy he is; I know this is how he wants to be. He would want to be like this 24/7, but of course, it’s not possible. We have a normal life, jobs, and things that keep us from pursuing this long-term.

But right now, right here, my boyfriend is absolutely gorgeous in his hip spica. Looking at him in all his manliness but now vulnerable and helpless gets me wet. I would love to fuck him now, but I don’t want to let him have it already. I want him to stay chastised a bit longer.

I walk over to the closet where I keep some of our supplies. I return with a urinal I bought not too long ago for this situation. He can use the urinal if he has to pee.

My boyfriend watches me as I walk back toward the bed. He’s lying there in all his beauty, and I set the urinal on the bedside table.

“Well, now you get to use that thing if you have to pee.”

My boyfriend smiles weakly. He still looks a bit nervous. I want to ease his mind and make him feel better and safe with me.

I climb on top of him, and he sets the glass with the Crown on the bedside table and puts his hands on my waist, looking at me. I’m wearing shorts, and feeling his hard casts on my naked thighs makes my loins tingle. I may have to do it to myself soon because I’m positively turned on.

My boyfriend looks at me, and his brown eyes are so beautiful. I sit on his hips, feeling the cold cock cage on my thighs. I rub around on him, and he takes a trembling breath.

“What are you doing, babe?”

“I don’t know. I just want to feel your caged cock and your cast on my skin.” I smile seductively.

His tattooed chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. I run my hand over his naked pecs and muscular arms. A few strands of his hair fall into his forehead. He lets my long, red strands of hair run through his fingers. I gently touch his face and push his hair out of his eyes, but the strands fall right back.

God, he is fucking gorgeous. He runs his fingers over my arms and then pulls me to him. We fall into a passionate kiss, and as I feel his soft lips on my mouth and the hard cock cage and rigid cast on my legs, my loins tingle; I know I’m getting wet.

We kiss for a moment, and I can feel he is excited, breathing heavily. When our lips detach, I move to his ear and whisper, “Is it everything you imagined?”

He nods next to my face.

I keep on, “Would you want to be like this forever?”

He nods again, and I whisper, “Tell me how you want to be like this forever!”

He takes a deep breath, and I push my loins onto his cock cage. I am sure his cock is trying to get hard, but it can’t. The cage holds it in check, presses it in, and keeps it small and soft. I hope it doesn’t hurt my boyfriend.

I whisper, “Tell me!”

He starts talking, “I…I wish I could always be…always be like this with my legs in casts and never without. I want to be in casts 24/7, and I want it to be at least with a spreader bar if I can’t always have a hip spica. I don’t want to walk anymore without casts, but I would manavgat escort learn to get around somehow on crutches or maybe have a wheelchair or something.”

While he talks, I flick my tongue over his neck and collarbone.

I hush over his skin, “I would not mind if you were in casts for the rest of your life. Your legs would get so weak that you’d always need casts, and I’d help you get around. If you didn’t have a spreader bar, we could use a wheelchair. You’d probably not be all horny all the time anymore because you’d get used to it, my love.”

I kiss his skin and feel his chest rising and falling quicker at my words.

I’m pushing myself against him, and I am fucking horny for him. Even though I imagine his cock inside of me, I get aroused thinking about how horny he is and how he can’t get hard right now.

His fingers run gently over my back under my shirt. I think we have to stop this before I cum or before it gets too difficult for him.

I look at him, and he is gazing at me with his beautiful brown eyes.

He says, “Thank you for letting me do these things and letting me be like this.”

“You’re welcome. I love seeing you like this.” I smile and kiss his nose.

I sit up and stop moving around on him. When I glance at the chastity cage, I see it is filled out, and my boyfriend’s semi-aroused cock is squeezed against it.

“Does it hurt?”

I look from his cage to him.

“A little, but if we stop now, I’ll be okay.”

I scramble off my boyfriend and hand him the urinal. “You should pee now before I put the diaper on you.”

I smile wickedly at him. Maybe he forgot all about that part of our adventure? He will be diapered; if he pees in his diaper, it’s fine. We’ll change it. If he has to do something else, I’ll help him to the toilet and hope it somehow works. If it doesn’t, he’ll have to go into the diaper. That’ll be interesting.

He nervously grabs the urinal and looks at me. “I hope I can use it.”

I get off the bed and stand next to it. “I’ll leave you in here for a bit, and hopefully, you can go. Call me when you’re ready for your diaper.”

He nods shyly, and I walk out. I have to take a deep breath as I close the door behind me. He turns me on so much like this, and I imagine unlocking him and having his hard cock push inside my soaked pussy and fuck my brains out. But I want him to wait a bit.

I go to the kitchen and get some water. I need to cool off a bit. I clean up the rest of our breakfast dishes and put a bottle of Chardonnay in the refrigerator. One of my best friends is coming over later because she wants to see my boyfriend in his hip spica. She’s never seen anything like it, but she’s a kinky bitch and does all kinds of crazy stuff, so she’s all for adventures when it comes to kink. She’s been my best friend and confidante since middle school. We’ve done everything together, college, parties, vacations, and sex. She’s hot and probably one of the prettiest girls I know. Sometimes we just feel like getting each other off, I like some pussy at times, and hers is beautiful. She keeps saying my pussy is better than hers, but I don’t think so; our pussies are exceptional, and I want my boyfriend to have a fun show tonight. Will I let him out of his cock cage? I don’t know yet. Depends on how I feel. I may want some cock after a nice wet pussy; we’ll see.

I leave my boyfriend in the bedroom for a bit while I finish up the kitchen. I can’t get him out of my head, though. Thinking about him all casted and immobile keeps my pussy throbbing. I’m kind of looking forward to my Bestie coming over soon because I really want to cum soon.

Thinking about her pussy rubbing against mine and her fingers or mouth on my wet pussy almost makes me cum as I press myself against the kitchen counter.

My baby calls me, and I throw the dish towel down and go to the bedroom. There he is, immobile and helpless in a purple and black hip spica. Fuck, he is so hot!

“What is it, babe?”

I see his chest rising and falling as he is breathing. He lowers his eyes and looks down at his caged cock.

I tilt my head to the side. “Should I cover him up so you don’t have to look at him all locked up?”

My boyfriend nods nervously.

I go to the dresser and pull out the pack of extra thick adult diapers we had bought a while back. He’s been in diapers under his jeans or something, even when we’ve been out and about because he likes the feeling of being all covered up, soft, and thick. But usually, we use the lighter diapers, not these thick ass things I am holding now.

I unfold them and hold them up before me. “Wow, those things will be so soft around you.”

I walk over to the bed and look at my boyfriend. He’s got the most beautiful brown eyes, and I can tell it’s a bit difficult for him to be like this. He swallows, and I see his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Here we go, babe. Let’s get you diapered, and then we’ll have another drink until Bestie gets here.”

I crawl on the şişli escort bed and kneel between my boyfriend’s casted legs. The cast looks amazing, and his legs are rigid and still; he can only wiggle his toes. The cast is up to his waist and all around his front and back. It’s a piece of art.

“I’m going to push this under you, okay?”

He nods, and I get busy stuffing the diaper behind him and then pull the flaps around to the front, where I can Velcro it closed. It’s big enough to fit around my boyfriend’s casted waist and close to the front. There is still some space though not filled out. I want to fill the diaper, so I grab a towel from the dresser. I open the diaper again, stuff the fluffy towel inside it, and then close it up with the Velcro again.

His chest rises and falls, and I hear him breathing now. I near his face, and his hands gently wrap around my back. I look at him, and his beautiful brown eyes are pleading.

He says softly, “Thank you.”

“Of course, babe. Hopefully, you can relax enough now since we have you all covered up.”

He nods. I kiss him on his mouth, and he pulls me close. I feel the rigidity of his hip spica cast on my legs and his soft, thickly diapered crotch on my hips. While we kiss, I touch my naked toes to his cast and get aroused. I think about his hard cock when it’s not caged and locked up. My boyfriend’s cock is a beautiful thing when it’s erect and ready. He’s fucked me a hundred times with his big cock, and he’s so good with it. His cock usually fills me out and makes my pussy so tight.

Well, right now, his cock won’t be hard because my boyfriend wants to be chastised, locked up, and diapered.

I can’t wait until my Bestie gets there. I detach myself from my boyfriend.

He asks for his phone, and I hand it to him. He wants to tell our caster friends about his experience. While he texts and sends some pictures through the ether, I pour us drinks.

Soon, I’m in my boyfriend’s arms, admiring his hip spica casted lower body, and we toast each other with our Crown on the rocks.

Part 2

It’s afternoon, and my Bestie finally gets there. She is absolutely fucking gorgeous, and in the door, we already kiss.

She’s excited to see my boyfriend. “How is he? Did you guys actually go through with it?”

Her long, straight black hair falls to her belly, and she’s wearing these shiny black leggings, heeled sandals, and a green crop top. This chick turns heads everywhere she goes, and I’ve always had the hots for her. Our first girl/girl situation happened in High School. We were supposed to study at her place for our Algebra test. Well, the math added up differently, and we ended up making out on her girlie pink bed. She went down on me with her mouth, and gosh, we fucking loved it. I did her with my mouth, and since then, I’ve always loved the taste of pussy, but hers is my favorite.

Bestie can’t wait to see him, and I take her hand and tell her to close her eyes. She giggles and pushes her long black hair over her shoulder.

I have red or more like ginger hair, I guess. I am this typical ginger girl with pale skin, a few soft freckles on my face and arms, and my hair is naturally wavy too. I think I have Irish in me or something, but I’m not all the way sure.

I take Bestie by the hand, and with her eyes closed, I lead her toward the bedroom.

“Are you ready?”

She nods and giggles. “Fuck yeah, I’m ready. Let me see your hottie already.”

At the door, I say, “Okay, here we go.”

I knock and call my boyfriend, “Bestie is here; she can’t wait to see you.”

My boyfriend says, “Okay.”

I open the door and pull her into the bedroom. “Okay, open your eyes.”

She opens her eyes and smiles this super happy smile, then says, “Oh my fucking God! This is so amazing.”

My boyfriend smiles, “Hey, Bestie!”

She walks over to the bed and just looks at him. “Wow, this cast is fucking awesome. You look….”

She giggles and runs her nails over the casts, making a scratchy noise. “You look like you really need to fuck or be fucked.”

My boyfriend chuckles softly. I am sure he is a bit embarrassed at his situation, but I know he is also totally turned out right now.

Bestie leans down and gently kisses his mouth, greeting him again.

She sits on the bed and scans with her eyes over the cast, still admiring him.

“You know, I didn’t think something like this would make me horny, but it totally does. I’m like freaking wet right now, man.”

I laugh and say, “Isn’t it fucking amazing? I wanted to cum all over him a while ago but decided to wait for you.”

My boyfriend smiles shyly, and he is so cute like this. Bestie runs her long nails over his leg cast again, making this soft scratching noise.

She smiles. “Shit, this…I don’t even know. You’re like fucking hot right now, lying there all locked up and casted and shit.”

My boyfriend chuckles softly again, and I sit on his other side. I gently run my hand over his arm.

“You are really so hot right now, babe.”

Bestie then takes his hand and says, “Like touch my pussy…it’s soaking wet.”

My boyfriend presses his lips together, and his breathing gets quicker as Bestie takes his hand and guides it between her legs. She then pulls his hand inside her leggings, and I watch my boyfriend as he tries to keep himself in check while she lets him feel her wet pussy.

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Teah and Hannah wanted to do something different for a change. They treated themselves to an all-you-can-eat soul food buffet. Four days later, they paid for a hotel room and went walking for most of the day.

When the mother and daughter got back to their hotel room, they showered and drank ice cold water.

Teah wore her usual tunic shirt, leggings and flip flops. Hannah wore a halter top, yoga pants and went barefoot, rather than wear her cute, flat thong sandals with over five interchangeable ribbons.

Teah and Hannah slept for the rest of the afternoon and on into the night. They got up around 11pm and decided to eat breakfast food at a local diner.

Teah and Hannah ordered buttermilk pancakes with bacon strips and sausage links. They sat in a booth and talked about their website, the new models they had hired and the future of softcore scat porn.

“Ana Selena made four hundred,” Teah said.

“Rena made two fifty,” Hannah said.

Teah broke a crispy bacon strip in half and dipped it in maple syrup on her plate.

“Kenya’s not selling,” Teah said. “I say drop her.”

“Give her a break, mom. You already scared the shit out of her when you pulled your gun on her.”

“I don’t play when it comes to my money. And, I don’t tolerate disrespect from these young bitches who think they have the advantage over me in this industry.”

“Nobody’s trying to take your spot.”

Teah wiped her mouth and got up with her purse.

“Gotta use the ladies room.”

“You gotta dookie?” Hannah asked.

“I don’t know,” Teah said. “I’ll see what happens.”

“Got your phone?”

Teah showed Hannah her cellphone and left. She found her way to the ladies room and entered the stall furthest from the door.

Teah got her leggings down and semi-squatted over the bowl. Urine shot into the water below. When she was done peeing, she remained stooped over the bowl.

Low whisper farts escaped her anus before a solid motion moved downward and nestled within the pink, spongy meats of her rectum.

Teah wiped herself with toilet tissue and pulled up her leggings, feeling her turd gradually shift positions in her tender back passage.

While Teah was at the izmir escort sink washing her hands, Hannah came in and went into the same stall that Teah just used. Hannah peed, wiped and flushed.

Teah checked text messages while Hannah washed her hands. Teah showed Hannah a picture of a turd.

“Is that yours?” Hannah asked.

“It’s Kenya’s,” Teah said. “She just gave birth to this monster moments ago.”

Hannah took Teah’s cellphone and looked at it.

“It looks like the state of California.”

“Kenya paid me off,” Teah took her cellphone back from Hannah. “And to think I underestimated her.”

“That’s a big poop. I know it hurt her butthole.”

“Pain is part of the game, Hannah.”

Hannah rubbed her tummy when the urge struck.

Teah felt the urge too, but exhibited self-control.

“I feel my dookie coming,” Hannah said.

“I feel mine too,” Teah replied. “Let’s get back to the hotel so we can shoot.”

——————————–

Back at the hotel, Teah and Hannah stripped naked, farts sputtering and popping from their round asses.

Teah put on her crotchless fishnet body stocking with the back and seat exposed.

Hannah’s turd was ground hogging as she sat on the bed and tried to put on her sheer body stocking.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” Hannah cried.

Urine was heard spurting between Hannah’s thighs as she quickly got on her hands and knees with her ass facing the sports cam on the tripod.

“Damn it, Hannah.”

Teah quickly hit record on the sports cam. She saw pebbles of hard poop dropping from Hannah’s cheeks.

Hannah sat back with her butt cheeks propped up on her heels and let her buttocks open up.

Teah got on the bed beside Hannah, her manicured hands holding her own butt cheeks apart.

Both women let their tender buttholes gape open, with equally dense fecal logjams blocking their exits.

Hannah’s poop was like rabbit droppings.

Teah’s poop was like dry, hard horse dung.

Hannah grabbed the sports cam remote and hit the stop button. Teah looked to Hannah, confused.

“What are you doing?” Teah asked. “Turn it back kahramanmaraş escort on. We’re in the middle of a bowel movement.”

“I need an enema.”

Teah snatched the remote away from Hannah.

“You’re fucking with my money right now.”

“Fuck your money,” Hannah said. “I’m going to have hemorrhoids or anal prolapse if I keep this up.”

“You are such a fucking whiner,” Teah said.

“Mom, it hurts. Just help me out, all right?”

“Crouch down,” Teah told Hannah.

Hannah squatted down with her knees to her chest.

“Damn it, it’s hard!”

Teah pressed down on her hard turd and found it overtly obstructive. She closed her anus as much as she could, went over to her travel bag and took out a white ointment container with a silver lid.

Upon removing the lid, the white cream emitted a strong medicine smell that reminded Teah and Hannah of proviodine. Teah tapped Hannah on her bottom, prompting Hannah to get back on her knees, face down in the bedspread, ass up in the air.

“Push like you gotta poop,” Teah said to her.

Teah watched as Hannah’s terribly congested anus swelled forth into a mound with dark, shiny poop balls.

Teah took a dab of the white cream and smeared it all around Hannah’s open anus, getting some of the white cream on the top of Hannah’s turd mass.

Teah rested her buttocks on her heels once again and pulled one butt cheek away. She took another dab of white cream and applied it to her own anus.

Hannah sat down again and finished putting on her crotchless sheer body stocking.

Teah checked the nearby 15 inch display just out of frame, hooked into the sports cam on the tripod.

The warmth Teah and Hannah felt between their butt cheeks reminded them of muscle rub. Hannah felt the urge and got back into position.

“I’m ready,” Hannah told Teah.

Teah got back into position, turned halfway, aimed the remote at the sports cam and hit record.

Teah and Hannah leaned forward with their butt cheeks resting on their heels, their assholes smeared with white cream, their huge hard turds emerging.

Hannah’s rabbit pellets became a manavgat escort single mass entity of thick, shiny shit that rivaled a medium zucchini.

Teah’s profane bowel beast was dark, bumpy and cucumber shaped, making her urinate with every push.

Both women were in doo-doo distress.

The sports cam could only record for 20 minutes at a time, and they were only 5 minutes into the session.

Teah kept checking the 15 inch display, making sure both she and Hannah were in frame. The lighting was well enough that Teah could see both her and Hannah’s anuses unloading their unbridled fecal wads.

Simultaneously, Teah and Hannah dropped thick turds onto folded hotel towels under their butts.

Teah pushed stop on the remote and watched the 15 inch display hooked to the sports cam reset.

Teah and Hannah cleaned their anuses and vulvas with baby wipes and toilet tissue.

Teah took the sports cam off the tripod and started shooting close ups of their shit on the towels.

When Teah sat the sports cam down, she leaned in close to her bowel movement to inspect it.

“You gonna eat it?” Hannah asked.

Teah sat down and flexed her anus a bit.

“There’s blood in my stool.”

Teah checked the baby wipe and toilet tissue that she cleaned herself up with. The baby wipe had more blood than the tissue paper did.

“Check yours,” Teah said.

Hannah looked at her stool and found traces of red.

“There’s blood in my stool too.”

Teah even put on her large frame glasses and picked up her own turd to examine it closely.

“I can tell what I ate,” Teah said. “Some of what I had at the buffet didn’t even break down.”

Teah dropped her turd onto the hotel towel and removed her glasses. She exhaled and cleaned the tips of her fingers with another baby wipe.

“We’re tearing up our own assholes,” Hannah said.

“You’re right,” Teah replied. “The starches, meats and dairy products we consume damage our bodies.”

Hannah covered up her turd too.

“I don’t like this kinda shit, mom.”

“Then, we have to reevaluate what we eat. We have to eat to live from now on. I’m telling you right now, Hannah. I don’t ever want to see blood in our stools again. We’re going to stop shooting for a while.”

“What about our sales?” Hannah asked.

“We have other models,” Teah said. “Kenya, Ana and Rena are all producing huge turds. We can live off of the kickbacks of their sales for a few months.”

“So, we’re going on hiatus?” Hannah asked.

“No,” Teah said. “We’re going vegan.”

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*Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.*

**Erik’s point of view**

As darkness settled over the city, Erik carefully opened his laptop, the screen illuminating his otherwise dimly lit room. Nervously, he searched through files and folders until he found the discreetly kept icon which was the recorded feed from the cameras he had secretly installed in his mother’s room.

Unlike most boys his age, he preferred reading comics instead of playing video games. Yet now he was even more different than the boys and young men his age; he was about to cross the threshold and enter into a territory few would even dream of – spying on their own mom. No matter how justified Erik felt in doing this; telling himself he was doing this to protect his mom from the criminal, Jax that she had invited into her life, he knew deep down that what he was doing was no only unethical but immoral as well.

It had been a week since he had installed the cameras in Eva’s room and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to actually look at the footage he had captured. Though as he sat here in front of his computer Erik knew he was about to cross that line. He saw a bunch of video files once he opened the folder; the cameras were motion activated so anytime there was movement inside the room they had captured footage.

The footage started from the very same day when he had installed the cameras. He recalled that day perfectly. Erik had pretended to go out to some party while going to the room instead; waiting for Jax and Eva to get home from the club. He had known Jax would not miss the opportunity to pounce on Eva if Erik wasn’t around; Eva’s own resistance would be lower if he wasn’t around.

As Erik clicked on the file, Eva’s bedroom came into view as the door to her room opened. Jax and Eva entered the room already in the throes of passion; kissing feverishly as if two horny teenagers. Erik quickly raised the volume a bit to hear what was happening.

Eva pulled away just slightly to catch her breath before saying “Erik isn’t home …. He said he has some party to attend” to which Jax merely replied by saying “good he needs to get out of the house more anyway …. You are way too easy with şişli escort him Eva” and that was it as they started to kiss passionately once again; Jax slamming the door shut with his foot with loud thud.

Jax was about six feet and while Eva was considered tall she was still a head shorter than him so that she had to go up onto her toes to reach his lips. Jax had his back to the bedroom door while Eva’s back was facing the camera Erik had planted in the curtain rod just above her window. Erik couldn’t see her face from this angle yet only could imagine it considering the loud smacking and slobbering sounds of her lips meeting Jax’s.

Suddenly a loud smack came from the video making even Erik jump only for him to realize Jax had landed both his palms squarely on Eva’s ass-cheeks making her squeal loudly and protesting weakly. If Erik was in the apartment this wouldn’t have gone well for Jax but they both knew Erik wasn’t around so Jax was taking full advantage of the situation.

Eva managed to separate herself only for a moment to complain “Jax! That hurt you jerk! Just cause Erik isn’t around …. You can’t treat me like this.”

Eva was scolding Jax yet he seemed unfazed as he said “you know …. Since he isn’t around today …. Maybe we can fool around in the living room on the couch?”

Jax didn’t wait for Eva to respond in any way as he pulled her back into kissing while slowly guiding her body back out into the hallway after opening the door. The door closed once again behind them with a thud leaving the camera footage empty except the bedroom in view. The footage was about to cut due to no movement in the room when Erik heard a loud and pained moan; probably from the living room. Then the screen went blank and the video ended.

Erik slammed his fist into the desk in frustration as he didn’t get to see much in the video itself but what he had seen sent daggers stabbing into his heart; especially his mothers pained moan at the end. Erik clicked on other videos as well which were either Eva coming into her room alone and going into the bathroom to change clothes after work or before bed.

Erik recalled Eva had kept Jax away from the apartment as much as possible for a week after having been embarrassed tuzla escort in the morning. Erik went through a couple more video files before losing interest as there was nothing out of the ordinary in any of them that would interest him. He told himself he was looking for Jax acting suspicious and using it to get him out of their lives but deep down Erik couldn’t get the idea of watching his mom naked.

Unfortunately for him it didn’t happen in any of the videos he had checked so far. Closing down the laptop Erik sighed and stepped out into the living room wondering if he should just give up and take the cameras off.

Just then his phone chirped and he checked to see there was a text from Cindy “Hey sweetie ….. just checking in. Have you made any progress with our little project?”

Erik sighed heavily knowing what Cindy meant by “our little project”. She was trying to check if he had managed to make any progress with helping her with the cameras for some sting operation she wanted to run. He had agreed to help her in exchange of her helping him dig up dirt on Jax.

So he texted her back “Yeah I think I have …. Maybe we can meet up at the park and I can give them back to you?”

Her reply came instantly “Ohh that’s lovely! Yeah I’ll text you when I’m free to meet you at the park”

Now that he had experimented with all the cameras she had given in that box he thought it best to let her have them back. Only thing left was to take the cameras in Eva’s room off and go to the park when Cindy texted her availability. Erik wondered if he should get those cameras off right away or wait a couple of days. Feeling slightly emotionally drained he let it rest for now and decided to watch some TV.

In a few hours the sun went down over the city horizon and it was pretty much the time for Eva to come back home. Erik had fallen asleep on the couch while watching some old time western cowboy movie. He jerked awake with a start as he heard the front door slam.

He checked his phone and there was a text from Eva “Hey baby …. Are you home? I’ll be home in sometime …. Jax is with me” but having failed to answer as he was asleep Eva must have assumed he wasn’t at home.

Erik heard sounds of Jax’s rough, pendik escort deep voice followed by Eva’s slightly serious voice at something Jax must have said. They both didn’t bother checking the apartment as they went straight into Eva’s room. Erik’s heartbeat went straight up as he thanked his laziness for not taking off the cameras earlier.

As he heard the distinct sound of her bedroom door closing shut; Erik jumped over the couch smoothly and rushed to his own room. Quietly managing to sneak into his room and locking it behind him he opened his laptop once again. This time Erik went to the icon of live footage and clicked on it to get a split screen view from both the cameras in Eva’s room. He watched Jax and Eva kissing just as passionately as he had seen in the recorded video from before. Erik’s heartbeat was thumping inside his chest; was he finally about to witness something he was after for so long?

Eva and Jax stopped kissing for a few moments as Eva picked up a package that had dropped at the foot of the bed as they had started making out. Erik strained his eyes but couldn’t make out what that package was exactly. But it piqued his curiosity when Eva crouched down and opened a hidden space beneath her floorboard.

Erik had no idea that space was there and wondered what this was all about. It also stung a bit. This space under the floorboard clearly was significant to Eva. Yet she had felt comfortable showing Jax and not Erik that it was there. She shoved the package into the space before closing it back up.

Erik watched closely and noticed how Jax was watching her close the lid back up. Erik was sure now something was about to happen between them; he could feel them getting closer to each other but just then the blaring sound of Jax’s phone came even through the wall separating Eva’s bedroom and Erik’s.

Jax talked in a cryptic way but Erik could tell he had to leave immediately as some official was coming down to the club for something important. In a few minutes Jax had left the apartment leaving Eva alone in her bedroom and her thinking she was alone in the apartment. Erik didn’t want to get caught by Eva for not responding to her text deliberately and hiding in his room.

It would certainly look bad if that happened. Erik shut his laptop down once more and went to bed hoping Eva wouldn’t try to check up on him. Unfortunately for Erik that he had shut the laptop feed down a bit too early thinking there wasn’t much to see after Jax had left. If he hadn’t he would have seen his favorite retired super-heroine “The Shadow” in her newly altered costume.

TBC…

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Ch.3-Let’s be Frank

Although I awoke the next morning with last night on my mind, I had to put it aside. Melissa was coming home this morning. I offered to pick her up, but she and a fellow co-worker were splitting an Uber. It did allow me a little time to tidy up. It also however gave me time to ponder what’s next? Like I said, she’s always been supportive of me exploring that part of my sexuality, but I don’t know if I should tell her. With it being with neighbors, and the unknown of if it will happen again, I just wasn’t sure what to do. For the moment though, I decided my best course of action was to just keep quiet.

She arrived home at around 10 in the morning and greeted me with a big embrace. It felt good to hug and kiss her after almost a full week away. She asked me how my week was, and I of course lied and told her it was pretty boring. Meanwhile, all I could think about was what happened last night. I so wanted to tell her, but I didn’t know what the ramifications of it would be. It wasn’t long after she got home that I got a text from another neighbor, Frank. He was asking if I could come over to help him move an armoire. He said he needed someone young and strong. I may be younger than him, but I’ve never been an overly muscular guy. I was about to tell him it would have to wait, but before I could Melissa told me to go for it. She said all she wanted to do was catch up on some sleep and we could do dinner later. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my jacket and told her I’d see her later.

Frank and his with Cynthia lived at the end of the street, so I just walked over. Although not old, they were the oldest residents in the neighborhood. They were in their mid to late 50’s. Both seemed to be in good physical shape though. They walked almost everyday. They always seemed to be the unofficial “leaders” of the area. They had a son but he had just turned 21 and had moved out a few months ago. I had only interacted with them here and there however, so Frank’s text took me a bit by surprise. I rang the bell and waited. To my shock, Frank answered the door in nothing but a towel.

“Hey there. Sorry, just hopped out of the shower. Please, come in.”

I was right, he looked to be in great shape. He wasn’t muscular or anything, but didn’t look like an old man either. Just fit. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back from his shower and the water still glistened off of his bare chest.

“Wanna beer?” He asked as he walked into his kitchen.

“Sure” I called out as I looked around. They had a nice place. A lot of antiques and I can only assume expensive things.

“Thanks again” he said as he passed me a beer.

I told him it was no problem as we made small talk for a few minutes. “So, where’s this armoire” I finally asked.

“Oh, yes. In our bedroom. Up the stairs, first door on the left. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

I walked up and into their bedroom. It was very neat and tidy. I looked around a bit, and didn’t notice the armoire. Maybe I went to the wrong room?

“Hey Frank!” I hollered out. “Are you sure it’s an armoire? I don’t see one”.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable” I heard him say from behind me.

His answer was very gümüşhane escort perplexing. I turned around and saw him standing just inside the doorway, his towel gone and he was cokepletely naked. His cock was just a little bigger than mine at around 5-5.5 inches. He was in great shape, and his pubes matched his chest hair, as in non existent

“Frank…I don’t think-“

“Top drawer. There’s a silver baby doll that should fit you nicely.”

“Frank, please. I-“

“I can always make you.” He said stepping closer to me, never breaking his stare.

The nerves I had here were nothing compared to the other two times. From his tone of voice, his stance, just his overall demeanor, I knew that no matter what I said or did, that this was happening. So I gave in.

“Ok Frank. Whatever you say.”

He just grinned a little as I took my clothes off. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly took off the each item. Maybe it was because he was older than me, as well as Mark and Tim, but I got a little shy and embarrassed in front of him. I turned around as I removed my boxers. I could hear a slight moan escape his lips. I opened the drawer and on top was the silver baby doll. It felt so good when that silky fabric dropped over my body. The switch in my head went off again and all of the sudden, all I wanted was his cock. Cynthia was shorter than me, so the backside barely covered the top of my ass. The front didn’t cover anything. The hem just landed on top of my small, but erect cock. I turned around and was surprised to find Frank standing right in front of me now. He reached out and grabbed my cock. Then, a first for me. He placed his cock in the same hand and slowly started stroking both of them simultaneously. I had never felt my cock being rubbed together with another mans, but it was amazing.

“Looks like the guys were right” he remarked, “Definitely one sexy little sissy.”

I swear, being called a sissy by a man almost melted me. I couldn’t even speak, I just moaned. Then, another first happend. Frank dropped down to his knees and started sucking my cock! From the minute I discovered my fetiishes and sexuality, I never once thought of anyone giving me pleasure in this way. I always wanted to be giving, pleasing. But it felt great. It was clear it wasn’t his first time. He definitely knew what he was doing. My hands instinctively made their way down to the back of his head, but I just ran them through his hair. Even then, I knew I wasn’t in control. He stayed down there for a few minutes before giving it one last long lick.

“Your turn” he said as he sat on the end of his bed. I dropped to my knees and started licking his balls. I could feel his hand playing with my hair. I started to playfully kiss it. I wanted to tease him a bit. This was so unexpected, but I welcomed it. Eventually I took all of him in my mouth. Due to the fact that he wasn’t overly big, I had no problems at all. It felt good to not worry if he was too long, or too thick. He was the smallest I’d had yet, and for some reason, it turned me on more. I started sucking that thing like I had never sucked before. His moans grew louder, which hatay escort only got me more excited. His hands were on the back of my head. He wasn’t exactly fucking my mouth, but he was definitely helping himself if that makes sense. In one instant however, my excitement turned to fear and dread.

“Frank…what did I tell you about having boys over while I’m gone?”

“Don’t worry Cyn, I waited for you to start the good stuff”

“Oh, and MY lingerie too Frank?”

“What? You don’t ever wear that. Plus, I couldn’t tell him why he was really coming over.”

I pulled my mouth away from Frank’s very hard cock and just looked up at him. He was looking at Cynthia. I could feel her presence behind me.

“How was yoga?” He casually asked her.

“Hot and sweaty. Brian, be a good boy and help me get undressed would you?”

I again looked up at Frank who just smiled and nodded at me. I turned around to see Cynthia standing there. She had already kicked off her sneakers and socks. She was wearing very tight olive green yoga pants and a black tank top. Her long hair was up in a pony tail. She was a short, petite woman, but from my angle she may as well have been a giant. I inched myself over to her and she started to peel her leggings off. I reached up with both hands and helped her slide them down.

“Thanks sweetie. I always get so sweaty in class.”

The removal of her pants revealed her white thong. It wasn’t anything fancy, just basic white cotton. But the way it looked on her in that moment was insanely sexy. Frank got up and helped her with her top and her gray sports bra. I was left face to face with her panty covered pussy. My body was still shaking from her unexpected arrival.

“Come on” she said as she wiggled her hips at me, “all of it.”

I silently nodded as my hands reached for her tiny waiste line. I slowly and delicately removed her thong leaving her just as naked as her husband. Her pussy was absolutely perfect. No hair at all, just one of those you look at and admire.

“Good boy” she said as she patted my head. She made her way past me and onto their bed, resting against the headboard. She had her knees up and her legs spread. Frank gently grabbed me by the hair and led me to the foot of their bed.

“Bend over” he instructed.

I did as I was told, but couldn’t take my eyes off of Cynthia. She was watching us, playing with herself the entire time. It was so erotic to see her doing it. Knowing that in some small way, I was contributing to her sexual arousal. I felt Frank’s finger as he lubed me up.

“Spread em” he called out from behind me.

I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, never removing my glare from her tight pussy. I felt more lube and then his cock. He pressed into me and slid in with ease. His smaller size made it easier for the both of us. That definitely took my focus away from his wife. I closed my eyes as I moaned.

“That’s it honey. Show him who the man is around here.” Cynthia encouraged him.

The fact that she saw me as less than a man only turned me on more. Frank grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. It actually felt really ısparta escort good considering he was the smallest I had taken at that point. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

“You like that huh? You like my husband fucking your ass?”

“Uh huh” was all I could muster in between moans.

He picked up the pace a little and began slapping my ass. I never really had a spanking fetish, but it felt really good to me. My screams and moans started to match his rhythm as his gorgeous cock pounded my little ass. Cynthia’s pace picked up as well.

“Mmmm..fuck yeah baby. Show that little bitch who’s boss!” She said as she feverishly rubbed herself.

I watched her as much as I could. Something about it was just so hot. I watched as her playing intensified. Her moans got louder. Her eyes closed. And for the first time in a long time, I watched a woman other than my wife orgasm. The whole thing started to push me over the edge.

“Mmmm….oh….oh fuck” I squealed.

I was caught off guard again as Frank’s hand reached down below me and stared stroking my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed in pleasure as I shot my load all over. Some hit the edge of their bed, some hit the frame and some hit the floor. Frank’s hand went back to my hip as he started thrusting harder again.

“Mmm….fuck yeah Frankie. Show him what he’s good for”

Less than a minute later, Frank’s load was deposited into my sissy ass. He gently collapsed on top of me and lightly kissed my neck and back. It felt good. The feelings of guilt and shame that I usually had after, I noticed now were getting a little less intense. I was starting to become more satisfied and fulfilled after. Although I still had lingering doubts and guilt for sure.

Frank pulled out and went and sat next to Cynthia. I just laid there, absolutely spent. They lovingly kissed each other and ran their hands over each others bodies. That was the only moment I felt like a third wheel. I slowly arose, my cock now limp hanging down from the silky fabric of Cynthia’s lingerie.

“Uh oh! Someone made a mess.” She commented as she looked down at my cum. “Your gonna need to clean that up sweetie” she said. Much like Frank’s tone of voice, it was just very matter of fact. She wasn’t asking, she wasn’t telling, it was just more of a statement.

“Yeah, I grab a towel” I said.

“No no.” She exclaimed, “you need to use your tongue.” Again, it was just very matter of fact.

It was weird, but then again, this whole thing was. I dropped down and started licking my own cum of of their bed and floor. They both giggled as they playfully touched each other.

“The guys were definitely right.” Frank said as I lapped up the last of it.

The two of them told me they were going to take a nice hot bath and invited me to join. I respectfully declined as I knew I had to be getting home. Cynthia of course made me promise to join them next time and told me to keep the baby doll. She even made me wear it home under my clothes! I got back and found Melissa coming down the stairs.

“Wow! Just getting back? How did it go?”

“Oh, yeah, it was fine. Not a problem. We just got to talking is all. Frank and Cynthia are pretty nice people once you get to know them.” I told her.

She just smiled and kissed me. We chatted for a bit, she told me a little about her trip and I told her about work. I was still kind of horny from earlier, so I of course made some sexual innuendos. She chuckled and told me that after dinner, she had a very kinky surprise for me!

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“Hello?”

“Hannah?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Neil. How are you?”

“Good. You want my mom?”

“Is she available?”

“She’s out on an errand.”

“Tell her to call me.”

“I will.”

“How’s the website going?”

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“Sales kinda slow?”

“Had a rough month. But we’re working on it.”

“Hannah, I’ve been there. Hire new models. Take a cut of their sales, like I told you before.”

“I ran it by my mom. No verdict yet.”

“Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thanks, Neil.”

Hannah placed the cordless back on the dock.

Fucker never calls for me for jobs, Hannah thought.

Hannah was bare naked from the waist down, her huge round buttocks dappled with fluffy, curdled milk textured cellulite.

She was wearing a gray short sleeve modal lounge shirt that showed her erect nipples through the front of it. She had left her house slippers and her black yoga pants on the bathroom floor.

When the phone rang, she was in the middle of a really stubborn bowel movement, one that dirtied up her anus when she pinched it shut around a bulk of creamy turd.

Hannah only answered the phone because the caller ID didn’t announce the number of the caller and she thought it was estranged boyfriend Germaine.

But, it was Neil David, the adult film producer.

Hannah knew that her mother Teah was getting jobs outside of the softcore porn site they ran.

One job with a sleazy German photographed almost ended with Teah getting sodomized. The photoshoot was concluded when Teah pulled out her handgun and nearly castrated the miserable Arschficker.

Hannah often thought that Teah was playing with her life, going on assignments without protection.

But protection was the least of Teah’s worries. She was on an errand, but not only was it business related. It was pleasured relations.

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Teah bounced aggressively on Germaine’s rigid blood-filled erection, her arms wrapped tightly around his strong upper body, undersides of her thighs clapping on his lap.

Teah was in a dive motel on the south side of town, shooting a scene with her sportscam.

Her snug love glove oozed thick cream, slathering up his penis with her skin-moistening vaginal butterfat.

Teah slowed down so that she could grind against him using her pelvis, swiveling her broad hips. Her pace then lowered to gradual riding as her open anus revealed a dark chunk of shiny fecal rock crowning.

“Here it comes,” Teah breathed.

She concentrated on birthing the brutal carbonado cluster while her vaginal walls gripped Germaine’s penis

“This is some hard dookie,” she declared.

Teah’s stool was a randomly oriented cluster of poop pebbles that poked out of her budding anus.

“I wanna push it out while I ride zonguldak escort you dick.”

Germaine pulled her buttocks open with his hands.

“It’s thick,” Teah said, feeling the turd slowly pass.

Then, Teah picked up the pace again, making the turd wag up and down as she bounced on Germaine’s lap.

When Germaine finally lost his load, Teah’s tender turd cutter pinched off the gnarly knot of noir sapphires.

Teah got off of Germaine’s lap and looked down at the desiccated polycrystalline creation that dropped out of her ass and on to the white puppy training pad.

Teah swore that there were a tiny thirsty squatters in her intestines, sucking the moisture from her stools.

She turned off the sportscam on a tripod at the foot of the bed and turned off the flood light.

She quickly cleaned her asshole by digging between her butt cheeks with a white hand towel with the logo of the dive motel on it. She tossed the hand towel away smeared with dark shit residue and put her leggings back on.

Germaine watched Teah put on her tunic.

“You going to edit that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Teah’s feet found her flip flops. “I’ll call you again when I have to take a dookie.”

Teah gathered her things and left. Germaine sat there staring at her fecal monstrosity. He built the nerve to nudge it with his index finger. It was still fairly warm.

Outside, she looked to the outdoor seasonal pool with a disgusting ring around it so dark, she wondered if a mud-caked rhino had used it as a bath tub, and even a toilet.

Gotta love modern budget lodging, she thought.

Teah got into her van and started it. She looked up at the sun visor and pulled it down so that she could check her face. A white 5×7 booklet envelope fell into her lap.

She opened it and took out instructions for collecting stool specimens for immunochemical fecal occult blood testing (iFOBT for short).

Hannah’s lab work, Teah thought, and put the envelope on the passenger side seat.

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Teah drove home and found Hannah in the bathroom squatting on the rug in front of the toilet, holding on to the bathtub. Teah heard a deep crackling sound and smelled a horrid odor that reminded her of an unclean porta potty.

“You left your stool sample kit in the van, Hannah.”

Hannah turned her head halfway.

“Where the fuck were you, mom?”

“I told you I had to do a video shoot. And watch your language when you speak to me. I am still your mother.”

Hannah got up, feeling the head of the creamy turd mesh between her butt cheeks.

“Neil called.”

“What did he want?”

Hannah snatched the booklet envelope from Teah.

“He didn’t say.”

“I need a sample of your poop.”

“I fethiye escort know,” Hannah said.

“I just need a little bit,” Teah said.

“I’m trying to go.”

“I’ll get the commode.”

Teah got a gray, steel folding bedside commode out of her room and placed it near the sink. She put what looked like a white litter pan under the open commode.

Hannah sat on the commode seat and adjusted herself so that her budding anus was clearly visible.

When Teah’s cellphone rang, she tapped the screen to turn on the speaker option. It was Neil David.

“Neil,” Teah said, putting her cellphone on the sink.

“Teah,” Neil answered. “Was your phone off?”

“Yeah. I was shooting a scene for the site.”

“I got work for you, if you’re up for it.”

“Lay it on me, Big Daddy.”

Fuck you mom, Hannah thought, feeling her thick greasy turd stretch her anus open. You’ll fuck anybody for money. You probably fucked Neil. That’s why he keeps calling you. You act like you don’t care about dad anymore, but you’re still in love with him.

Teah got down on her knees with the 5×7 envelope in her hand while Neil rattled off. She got down on her right side and looked up into the bottom of the commode.

Hannah was birthing a creamy behemoth that crackled so loudly, Neil could hear it over the phone.

“What’s going on?” Neil asked.

“Hannah’s pooping,” Teah said, prepared the sampling probe. She looked up and saw the tapered end of a huge turd with the profile and color of a steamed sweet potato groundhog, making Hannah’s anus curl inward.

I’d better take a sample now, Teah thought. She could be in here all day trying to push that thing out.

When Teah put the grooved portion of the sampling probe up to the tip of the turd…

KA-SPLUT!!!

A violent deluge of mushy poop spewed forth form Hannah’s anus, spattering Teah with projectile feces on her right hand, forearm, shoulder, and face. Teah sprung up and banged her head on the commode chair’s underside.

“Fuck!” Teah screamed, and quickly got up.

“Hello?” Neil asked.

“That dump felt amazing,” Hannah declared, feeling her stool still flowing from her anus like soft serve.

Teah looked down at the sampling probe; only the tip of it had Hannah’s poop on it.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah!”

“Is everything okay?” Neil asked.

“No,” Teah shouted. “This bitch shat on me!”

“Maybe you should’ve recorded it,” Hannah said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Teah snarled.

Hannah got up and wiped herself, leaving her bowel movement in the litter pan. Teah flushed the stool, cleaned out the litter pan with bleach and got into the shower.

Teah scrubbed her face, shoulder, and arm like she’d tear her skin off. She had touched Hannah’s alanya escort poop before, but she was never attacked by it. Then again, maybe Teah deserved it for secretly fucking Hannah’s baby daddy.

After Teah got cleaned up, she inserted the sampling probe into the sampling bottle and snapped the cap on tightly. She wrapped the sampling bottle in an absorbent pad and placed it into a plastic bag.

She put the plastic bag with the sampling bottle into a special waterproof self-adhesive envelope. She peeled tape from the flap and pressed the flap firmly to seal it.

Wearing only her oversized sleep shirt and flip flops, Teah took the envelope with Hannah’s stool sample out to the mailbox. On the front of her sleep shirt in thin, white capital letters was: EAT. SLEEP. SHIT. REPEAT.

The sleep shirt did a terrible job hiding Teah’s ripened pear of an A-shaped ass. The elderly neighbor across the way backed out of his driveway. A young man in a slow-moving SUV got distracted by Teah’s derrière.

The SUV bumped into the rear of the elderly man’s car. The old man got out of his sedan and checked on the younger guy in the SUV. The young man wasn’t even concerned about his car. He just gawked at Teah.

Neil called Teah back as she went back to the house.

“You free to talk now?” Neil asked.

“Yeah,” Teah said, standing on the sidewalk, watching bystanders slowly gather to observe the fender bender that she inadvertently caused. “What’s up?”

“I got a job from a guy who runs the Flatulence Fetish website. He saw your ‘groundhogging granite’ clip and wants to work with you. Now, you said it was okay to send my people to you if you need the money, right?”

“Sure. Send him over. Is he on his way now?”

“He left about an hour ago. You still home?”

“I’m standing outside of my house, Neil.”

“Wait,” Neil said. “He just texted me. He said he’s at the address, but he just hit the back of some old guy’s car.”

Teah looked to the young man who owned the Sport Utility Vehicle texting on his cellphone.

“Is he driving an SUV?” she asked.

“Do you see him?”

Teah smiled and waved to the young man.

“It’s him, Neil. He’s here. Thanks again.”

Teah waited for the police and the people to disperse before she met the young man at the end of her driveway.

“I’m Teah Jones,” she held out her hand.

“Clint,” the young man shook. “Neil sent me.”

“I’m so sorry about your car,” she said. “My big ass has a nasty habit of causing shit like that to happen.”

“I think you’re incredible,” Clint said. “I’d like to do a shoot with you. I have a few other girls lined up too.”

“Who are they? Do I know them?”

“They’re some of my regulars. Ms. Kenya Brown, Ana Selena, some Jewish chick named Rena.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Good,” Clint said. “You’ll all get along great.”

“How much does this job pay?”

Clint flicked his cellphone screen and showed it to her.

“That, Madam Dookie, is some serious bread.”

“All of that just to fart on camera?” she asked.

“You game or not?”

Teah smiled and batted her eyelashes at Clint.

“Where and when?”

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Author’s note: The story that follows contains potentially objectionable subject matter. It is a story in which the secret identity of our protagonist is discovered. Mike, a mild mannered mid-level office guy has nurtured this hidden identity for years. That is, until his wife discovers incontrovertible proof of his alter ego. Hijinks ensue involving a good friend, ball busting, pee and scat.

If this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, please go no further.

This is an edited version of ‘A Happy Disaster’. The basic story is the same as originally offered but maybe(?) a little more polished. I also decided to edit it to clean up some continuity issues that were popping up in ‘Part 2’ (coming soon).

I had been married to Terri for 7 or so years. We were High School sweet hearts that got separated during college and then found each other afterwards. In all the seven years of our marriage, we were very happy together. Happy, but in a rut. Almost every day seemed like the last. Sometimes we would have friends over for dinner or take a road trip for a couple of days. Not bad, but rarely exciting. Our sex was pretty straight ahead, normal stuff. Your basic fucking and sucking, trying to please each other.

Even so, I’ve always enjoyed sex with Terri, she is a loving partner and beautiful besides. Tall and slender but with wide sexy hips to accompany a beautifully ample ass, shoulder length dirty blond hair, small perky tits, delicate hands and a sexy sort of impish smile. The thing is, while I enjoyed the sex, it always felt like a lie. No, it was a lie. You see, I am a deeply closeted pervert.

Since I was young, my sexual fantasies have run the gamut from semi basic stuff like sex with two or more women at once, voyeurism, exhibitionism and the like. Somewhat darker or fringe interests include more extreme and kinky activities like mild ball busting, forced confession and it’s companion humiliation, mind control, watersports and scat. In the past, I tried sharing these fantasies with the girls and women I was with but always to disastrous effect. Thus, I learned over time to keep my interests carefully hidden.

I couldn’t actually kill my kinks though and I found that I could only exorcise them for a day or so through judicious use of porn and marathon masturbation sessions. For fuck sake, I have a terabyte usb hard drive that is very nearly full. It is organized by kink: butthole close-ups, dirty butthole close-ups, dirty panties, ball busting, scat, pee, eye contact, cheerleaders, sweaty, etc etc. Mostly photos but also some stellar video. Bottom line, there are a lot of categories! I usually keep the disk hidden on top of a bare bulb light fixture in an unfinished (and almost entirely unused) closet of our basement. Very hidden.

But this is going somewhere, right?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, late spring, Terri took a personal day off work and planned to spend the day with her best friend Maribeth. When I got home, the house smelled amazing with baking and dinner smells and I learned that Maribeth was going to join us for the meal.

Now, MB is even more impish than Terri. I love her but she’s an inveterate flirt and through innuendo and open comments, she somehow always gets my fantasy engine running. This can make it hard to concentrate sometimes. MB is open, brash and forward on a small frame with red hair in a cute bob, lovely big firm tits and a slender waist. Basically, Terri’s proportions but in reverse. She looks and behaves like a big breasted tinker bell.

On this particular evening, she was in top form, wearing denim shorts that subtly but clearly snugged up into her labia. Nothing so pronounced that you would call it a camel toe but it made me want to monitor the situation in case that changed. She was also wearing a tube top that would have been anything but flattering on nearly any other woman but was decidedly sexy on her. It made my hands itch as they begged for an opportunity to sort of roll the top down off her breasts and give them the breathing room they so clearly desired. I couldn’t figure why, but this particular evening she was hitting a lot of my buttons with innocuous comments like “Man! I have to pee ee ee!” and then throwing a wink at me as she headed off to the bathroom. Great, now that image was stuck in my head.

Terri, by the way was wearing a pale yellow sundress that moved on her in the slinkiest way possible. She was obviously not wearing a bra as you could see the shape of her small puffy nipples through the light weight fabric. The skirt of the dress draped off her hips and ass in a way that kept me wondering about the view from below.

Anyway, dinner was great. Steak salads, crusty bread, lots of beer and good conversation. Dessert was a plate of brownies on the table.

And then, with no pre-amble or conversational segue of any kind, Terri turned to me with a little half-smile on her face and said “I found your hard drive Mike”.

I wasn’t immediately sure what she meant but then I felt my face get hot and a knot form in my stomach. No! There was no way she could erzurum escort have found it. I started to mumble something like “I don’t know what you mean” and Terri turned her chair to face me and stood up. Out of some sense of needing do something, I went to do the same but only got as far as turning my chair to face her as she put her hand on my shoulder and then sat in my lap facing me.

She said “You know, for such a sexually conventional guy, you sure have a lot of interesting porn on that disk. The one from the closet downstairs?”

Yep, I was fucked.

She continued “I actually found it a couple of weeks ago when I had a wild hare idea of organizing the basement. I immediately took it to the computer and then I spent a couple of days, off and on going through your folders – nicely organized by the way. I carefully put it back where I found it every day. I have to say, I really didn’t know what to make of it all. You’ve never even looked cross eyed at me and I can count on two hands how many times I’ve caught you glancing at another woman. I feel like I don’t even know you!

I gulped and looked sheepishly over at Maribeth who was giving us her undivided attention with wide expectant eyes. I was having the hardest time trying to figure out why Terri hadn’t just left me and served me with papers. Why was she delivering this humiliating bombshell in front of MB. Was it some sort of revenge? I was mystified.

As if she read my mind, Terri said “I admit, I was initially in shock. Later, I was really mad. After I cooled down though, I started to think about what an appropriate response to this discovery might be. I thought about divorcing you outright but that didn’t feel right. I thought about putting the disk back and pretending I never found it in the first place but that didn’t feel good either. Eventually I realized I was going to need some help and that’s — when I called Maribeth!” She said this last with a sort of ‘ta-daaaa” flourish and a hand gesture towards MB. I turned to MB, feeling like my face was on fire and she just sort of smirked at me and rubbed up and down her thighs like she was getting ready to pounce.

Terri told me how she and Maribeth did a deep dive of the hard drive together. She said, “You might not know it but you actually have a personal champion in MB. She found some of your choices to be outrageously filthy but she convinced me that I shouldn’t do anything without getting your side of the story. Maybe I would find that our relationship could be saved if I could make sense of this betrayal, under certain circumstances.”

Realizing what they both now knew about me… The intense shame and embarrassment I was feeling made it impossible for me to say very much around the knot in my throat. I managed to croak out “I’m so sorry Terri. I can’t even imagine how you must feel. What can I possibly do to make up for this?”

Terri continued as if I hadn’t even spoken. She explained, “MB and I have come up with a plan together. Either you are going to have to come clean about all your deviant desires, in great detail or divorce papers will be served. Further, since MB helped me put this plan together and she’s already familiar with – your disgustingly perverted desires, she will stay and be my observer. That way, I won’t have to trust my memory alone about what we do here tonight.” She then began to lay out the plan.

She looked at me earnestly and said, “Now listen carefully because I am only going to give you one chance at this. The only way we get through this night together is if you do exactly as I ask without question and answer all of my questions with 100% frank and detailed honestly. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes” I mumbled.

“OK” she said, “Let’s start with something clear and uncomplicated to put your commitment to the test. I want you to remove your clothing – all of it.”

I thought to myself “Wait, what”? I did a double take at Terri with what I am sure was a classic “deer in the headlights” look on my face.

She smiled at me for maybe 5 seconds and then the smile vanished and she said “NOW!”

I startled and glanced quickly over at Maribeth who was now leaning back in her chair, watching. I unsteadily stood up which put me less than a foot away from Terri and eye to eye. I’ve never felt Terri occupy my personal space in quite this way. It was kind of intense and I had to look away as I took off my shirt, shucked off my shoes and socks and then looked at Terri again, she looked back at me, put her hands on her hips and quietly said “One chance”.

I continued, removing my pants and then noticed – my enormous erection? Holly shit! Where did that come from? And when? Feeling very vulnerable and ashamed, I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them and put my hands in front of my junk. My cock had other plans though. It seemed to be looking around for a flag that needed waving.

For some reason, this brought on a bout of giggles for both women. Maribeth came over to stand next to Terri and said “Well, eskişehir escort he’s not so straight laced now is he? Mike might not know it but I think he’s enjoying this!”

Terri slapped my hands out of the way and placed them firmly at my side. She said, “Alright, let’s move on. What I want you to do now is for you to slowly stroke your cock for us. I want you to keep stroking it until you are nearing an orgasm but don’t you dare cum. I want to see the look on your face as you edge yourself in front of Maribeth. In fact, I want you to look MB in the eye while you stroke.”

I of course followed my instructions to the letter, stroking with my left hand while tugging on my nuts with my right. I looked Maribeth in the eye and couldn’t help but imagine cuming all over her smug pixy ass face. I couldn’t help myself as I took in the swell of her breasts and how badly I wanted to meet them in person.

Terri came up on my right side and swatted my right hand away from my balls and then she started to play with them and alternately squeeze and release them. She said, “As I said earlier, you are going to have to be 100% honest with me in the next couple of hours if our marriage is going to stand a chance. If I think you aren’t being anything but brutally honest and thorough in your answers or in your behavior, we’ll call it a night and call the marriage done. Understand?”

I thought for a moment and decided that if I did come clean in great detail, I was probably going to lose her. On the other hand, if I didn’t do exactly as she asked, I would certainly lose her. Of those two paths, only one path might lead to not losing her. I realized I was going to have to physically and ‘metaphorically’ expose myself to both of these women to find out where that path lead. Since I was already naked in front of them, horny as fuck and stroking my cock like a monkey at the zoo, I decided a little more exposure was basically ‘in for a penny’. “I do” I replied.

Terri smiled and said “Great! Let’s continue with the next step of the plan. Tell me what’s going through your mind right now as you look in MBs eyes and jerk off in front of her?

I thought to myself “Oh, man, this is a trap!” but my perv juices were now flowing at full capacity and I could feel my sense of judgement fading fast. I looked at Terri and said, “Well, just before you asked, I was thinking about cuming all over her face and how badly I’d like roll her top down so I can see her lovely tits.” I looked back at Maribeth to see how this information was landing and she leaned forward a bit which further enhanced her cleavage as she looked down at my cock and tucked her tongue into the corner of her mouth. I almost came right then.

Terri leaned in and whispered, “You know, that’s a pretty naughty thing to be mulling over. Let alone saying it out loud, to your wife. I think I’d have no trouble proving that most people would say that those are hurtful things to say to your wife, don’t you think? And what about Maribeth, surly you don’t see her as just some piece of meat to be used for your entertainment do you? Well?”

I said, “No! I mean yes! I mean, I never want to hurt you. On the contrary, I’ve always kept this side of me hidden because I was sure it would kill our relationship. And I think MB is great. I love how she just says what she thinks – even when what she says puts me at risk of showing my true nature. I just can’t help it, I’m a disgusting pervert through and through.”

Terri said, “Yes, yes, you are. And as punishment for being who you are, I think we should give your balls a good hard spanking in front of Maribeth. Would you like that?

I looked into Terri’s eyes and saw a question mark there. I looked at Maribeth and found an almost giddy look in her eyes. Both of those looks brought me so close to the brink of cuming that I had to take my hand off my cock.

I turned back to Terri and whispered, “Yes, please”. She then asked me to explain how she should do it, since she had no experience with the task. I said that I thought the best way to approach it was with an open hand slap from below for the best effect and sound. She could probably do it from where she was currently standing. Just like she might if she was smacking someone’s ass. I turned to Maribeth and asked, “What do you think MB, does that sound good to you”?

MB did a cute little excited dance jumping from foot to foot and rapidly clapped her hands in front of her now jiggling boobs while biting her lower lip. She said nothing.

Terri told me to continue stroking my cock and I said, “I really want to but if I even touch myself now, I’m likely to cum and I agreed that I probably shouldn’t allowed to cum until you tell me to.”

Terri said, “Very well then, let’s see if punishing your balls will bring you back away from the edge a bit. Maribeth, I’d like you to stand behind Mike and keep his hands out of my way. I want full access.”

MB came around behind me and took hold of both of my wrists and pulled them together gaziantep escort and down against my back. As she did this, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back as she pulled my hands back, tight against her tummy. I could feel the warmth from the top of her thighs and the lower hem of her shorts tickled the sides of my hands. It took all my self-control not to reach for her crotch.

Terri came around a little bit in front of me, let’s say my 2 o’clock, and told me to put my feet a couple of feet apart and push my pelvis forward and tilt it up. “Go on,” she said, “I want to see you offer them up like you’re giving me a gift. Show me how vulnerable you can make them.”

I did as I was told, even turning my hips slightly towards her to give her full access. I felt my balls lower, and sway in the hot air of our dining room.

She said, “I’m going to spank your balls five times. Between slaps, I want you to make some sort of pervy confession. I’ll leave it to you to decide what to tell me but know that if you tell me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on your balls with the next stroke. Are you ready?”

Maribeth said impatiently, Just look at him! His cock is like a precum fountain Terri, of course he’s ready!”

Terri said, “Alright then, here we go”.

I watched, fascinated as she pulled her right arm back, elbow bent like she was going to throw a baseball sidearm. Her wrist was loose and then I watched as her lovely soft and elegant hand came flying back towards my eager balls. It almost seemed like it was coming in slow motion. The look on her face was an arousing combination of release, anger, disgust and – joy? As her hand connected, it was a little off target. I watched one of my balls fly to the side and try to wrap around the back of her hand and then it bounced away. The other was fully trapped between her palm and my body. I watched as it flattened, and then I heard the sound – a cross between a whip crack and a porterhouse steak hitting the floor. And then I was staggering as the sting of the slap and the deep ache of the blow finally registered. I wobbled on my feet and tried to grab for my balls to protect them but MB was surprisingly strong and kept my arms behind my back.

Terri leaned in and asked with apparent concern, “How are you Mike? Are you OK?”

I hissed out a yes and then slowly offered my balls up again.

With renewed focus, she said, “Good. Now tell me something I don’t know about you”.

I said, “I fantasize about being caught red handed while masturbating and rummaging through a woman’s hamper, sniffing her panties. The fantasy is better if the woman is a friend of yours that I just recently met”.

“I see” said Terri. “Can I infer that you have already done all of this except for the getting caught part?” Seeing the trap too late and knowing that a lot was at stake, I admitted that I had. Terri asked, “Who’s dirty knickers have you sniffed?” I said, “Well, yours of course and MB’s for another but if I’m honest I do it but pretty much every chance the opportunity arises. Sometimes I suck on the crotch until they’re clean. Most of the time actually”

I felt MB stir behind me and I said over my shoulder, “Sorry MB, you must find me repulsive now”.

MB said, “Not repulsive Mike. Just a little pathetic”.

Terri asked me to describe what it was that I liked about sniffing dirty panties and I admitted it was the idea that the cloth had been hugging a lovely ass and crotch all day but mostly it was the stains. The aromas and the flavors.”

MB Asked, “Even the ones with skid marks?”

I hung my head and told her “Especially those ones.”

Terri said, “OK, well that’s all news to me then.” And then with a little disgusted snicker, she slapped my balls again.

This time with better aim, catching both balls and driving them into my taint. It was stronger than the last and it took me a full minute to get my breath back. I was finally able to ask her respectfully why it had been so much harder than the last.

She said, “Look, I informed you that if you told me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on the next stroke. Boys have been sniffing girls panties for as long as there have been girls and panties. Based on what I’ve seen on your hard drive, you tried to get away with a softball” .

Terri asked MB to reach around and pinch the head of my now flagging cock and hold it up out of the way for the next slap. She turned to me and made sure she had my full attention before she said “Now, tell me something I really don’t know about you.”

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and soak in the humiliation of MB holding my dick like she was holding a dead rat by the tail. I said, “I have a deep desire to join a group of women for a ladies night out. I want to be naked, on display, slowly stroking an erection for the whole event but I want to be generally ignored, snickered at or looked upon with disgust through the whole event. The extra pervy detail is that when anyone asks me where the bathroom is, I am expected to give them directions but then attempt to sell them on the idea that they should let me drink their pee instead of wasting it in the toilet. I am obligated to make this request. The twist is that while everyone has been informed that I’ll be nude and erect for the party (something about “performance art” or something) no one knows I’ll be asking to drink their pee.”

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Chapter 2 – 5 th February 2021

Declan sat on a stool at the bar of the local dingy, underground rock club, illuminated only by the offensively garish, strobing disco lights that pervaded through an otherwise perfect gloom. Over on the dance floor – not, not really a dance floor, just a space in the place where there were no tables and chairs, a menagerie of local misfits and weirdos were flailing themselves to The Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden, hair streaking through the smoke in ropes, sweat pumping from every conceivable pore. The smell of rum and sambuca hung thick in the air.

This was his favourite place in Bury. His people, the folk that didn’t fit the norm of aesthetic that seemed so popular on Tinder and in yoghurt commercials. The kind that were always made to feel like outcasts on the main drinking street in this town, Argentine Street – colloquially known as Argenwine Street. Should one of them head into a bar on that street, with tattoos, piercings and dyed hair proudly on display, they would be met with the look of derision that only premature botox and lip-fillers can create. So, they all headed to the Deaf Leopard.

Tonight though, Declan was not having a good time. He was agitated – no, not agitated, anxious? No, just straight up depressed. Angry? For sure. If the big fucker next to him trying to order five pints didn’t get his elbow out of Declan’s ribs, there was going to be trouble. Theoretical trouble, of course. Declan was no fighter, in any sense of the word. And this had been happening for the past hour. By and large, the bar area was pretty quiet, people turning to dancing as rock anthem followed rock anthem, but, without fail, every few minutes, Declan would feel a bump, a nudge, a knock, as people’s spatial awareness completely fell victim to alcohol intake.

It also didn’t help that, 10 minutes before this, his ex walked into the bar with the social group they both used to be part of. They had split just over a month ago, just after New Year’s Eve. They had been growing apart for years, but everything came to a head one night – a decision made by her, hugely impactful of their future, which Declan didn’t agree with but had absolutely no say in. An ocean of resentment built on all sides of their relationship until the pressure became too great – the romantic technology of their relationship unable to withstand the depths of this abyss, and so they imploded.

In the immediate aftermath, the other members of the group – John, Norman, Zoe and Leslie – had vowed to stay friends with both of them, but it became seemingly untenable for them to maintain two separate friendships and one by one, they drifted – no, drifted wasn’t the right word – charged away from Declan.

Which is how Declan found himself sat alone in The Deaf Leopard. Even over the music, he could hear them. Laughing. Having a good time. How dare they. How dare they!

Then Declan laughed to himself – he was starting to sound just a touch on the side of madness. He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t even resentful. Just a crappy moment. He leant up on his seat to pull out his smoking gear at the same time as trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff to order a pint. He sat back, hoping he got the attention of one particular member of the bar team. He couldn’t help but take her in for a moment, not for the first time by any means. While he was staring, she looked over at him with a half-smile, raised her hand to a specific beer bump, tapping on it with a false nail as black as a raven’s wing. Declan nodded and the half-smile turned to a straightened mouth, a nod and wink as she went to get a glass.

As she turned, Declan’s gaze followed her. He’d been coming in quite a lot over the last few weeks, clearly often enough for him to now have a “usual”, and over that time, he had admired – he didn’t even know her name! He had wanted to ask for some time now but had always found the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t seem to communicate with her beyond asking for, and paying for drinks. It did always seem to be her serving him though. Tonight, her outfit was simple. A black vest, cut high around the neck, yet taught around her chest and clinging to a petite frame beneath, and black leather trousers which formed to her legs and curves perfectly. As she bent to get a glass for Declan’s pint, he couldn’t help it, his eyes drifted to how the leather stretched slightly over what he imaged was a simply perfect arse.

As she came back up and looked back over at him, he quickly averted his gaze back down to the cigarette paper he had just pulled from the pack. He started to pick a filter from the little plastic tube, furtive glances back up towards her. Her make up was simple. Eyeliner, foundation and a touch of pink lip-gloss which seemed to match the pink streaks in her otherwise blonde hair. As she finished pulling the pint, Declan had filled the paper with tobacco and rolled it, about to raise it to his giresun escort lips to lick the glue strip. As she placed the pint down, she looked up at Declan. As his tongue came out, their eyes met. He dragged his tongue along the paper and, at the same time, her tongue poked out from her glossed lips just slightly, and seemed to lick along her top lip.

She leaned against the bar, both hands on the edge with her fingers hooked under the marble, and pushed her shoulders back. Declan fished into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, which was hung on one of the hooks under the bar, for his wallet and handed her a five pound note.

“Keep the change…” He let the end of the sentence hang as if he was about to finish it with her name but once again remembered he didn’t know it.

“Millie” She laughed a little, giving a little eye roll and taking the money from him. She started to turn away, then stopped.

“Want me to watch that for you?” Millie cocked her head a little as she asked. Declan could swear her eyes had drifted down from his eyes a little, but couldn’t tell if she was looking at the drink or at him.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Millie.” Declan spoke through a thinned mouth, having already put the cigarette between his lips and was flipping his jacket over his arms.

Millie gave Declan another wink before moving away to serve another customer. Declan made his way past a handful of people towards the stair that lead outside. Once he hit fresh air, he stepped away from the entrance, feeling his pockets for a lighter when he heard his name being called. At first, Declan assumed it wasn’t for him and turned the other way, heading to the steps of the Italian restaurant next door to the Deaf Leopard. He leant against the brick wall, perched up on the first step and lit his cigarette, exhaling into the cold night air, a mixture of smoke and condensed breath in the cold.

It was then he heard his name again, and looked up to find the source of the voice. Towards him was walking one of the first friends he made in his life post-marriage. Well, it was someone he used to work with when he was in his retail work days, Casper. They had worked in a fly-by-night phone case and repair shop in the local shopping centre. At the time, Casper was 18, and went by the name Chloe, but that was five years ago, and a lot of discovery can happen in five years. They had bonded at work over their shared geekiness, and the fact that they both knew the job wasn’t going to last. They spent the working day watching comedy on the company laptop – there were never really any customers to disturb them, and playing silly word games. After the shop inevitably shut down, they had drifted apart, but a few weeks ago, they had bumped into each other again and reconnected. It felt nice to Declan to have a friend again. As Casper walked towards him, he cursed himself again for having such a depressingly cliched thought.

“Declan!” Casper shouted for a third time, on this occasion practically in his face. He opened his arms to hug Declan and they stood for a few moments hugging before breaking away. “Are you in here tonight? They won’t let us in.”

“Who’s us? You’re telling me you have other friends? A pox on you!” Declan smiled, and Casper returned with a laugh.

“Hey, I’m not a complete loner like you. I’m out with Evie. Have you met Evie? They’re just over there somewhere…” Casper turned to look down the street, his voice trailing off. He turned back, straightening out the pleats in his pink skirt, then pulling the black band t-shirt out a little. It had become a little too tight around his chest as it was pulled into the tuck. Casper had a very alternative style, the skirt being complimented with knee-high gothic-style boots with more buckles than Declan could count, and to top the outfit off, neon green cat ears sat in a shoulder length pink wig.

“Evie is somewhere, I’m not sure at the moment. They won’t let us in” Casper had a giddy energy in this moment, not annoyed, but more like he had chugged 3 cans of Monster in under a minute.

“Why won’t they let you in?” Declan continued to smoke his cigarette, leaning against the wall.

“I, erm” Casper looked down at the ground, spinning the hell of one foot in a semi-circle.

“Did you forget your ID again? Come on, Casper, you’re 23, but dress like you’re three. Of course you’re going to get checked.”

Casper showed a little blush on his face as Declan spoke. They had only been reconnected for a few weeks, but they quickly fell into the routines they had when they worked together. Declan was 11 years older than Casper, and naturally took on a caring kind of role over Casper. This care did include a lot of sarcastic, but good-natured and well-intentioned, jibes.

“I did. You know I did.” Casper’s blush grew a little deeper, and he looked up into Declan’s eyes.

“Where the fuck are you, Casper?” yalova escort A voice cut through the night chill, and from the throng of smokers, vapers and entrance-waiters outside the bar came Evie.

“I’m here, Evie.” Casper responded as we both looked around. Declan’s gaze fell upon Evie for the first time and, wanting to be subtle, he couldn’t help but casually admire her. She looked to be about 4″1, shoulder length hair that was dyed half-black, half-green. She had piercings in her eyebrows, septum, lower lip and an array of metal in both ears. She was wearing a tight, black-and-white striped long-sleeve tee, knee high socks and a skirt that looked so short it couldn’t, and didn’t, leave much to the imagination. As she walked over, there was a slight bounce in her step. She smiled at Casper then looked at Declan.

“Are you wearing a fucking Christmas jumper?” She eyed Declan through thick eye-liner with a curious look on her face.

“I am.” Declan responded, then dragged on his cigarette with a slight blush on his face. Declan looked down at his outfit. Under the leather jacket, he was wearing what was branded as an Ugly Christmas Sweater, Avengers themed. Characters embroidered into the cotton amongst snowflakes, Christmas trees and other decorations.

“Save me twos on that?” She motioned towards the cigarette in Declan’s hand. “Well, what the fuck are we going to do now?” She looked up at Casper, slightly exasperated. Declan handed the cigarette to Evie and leaned against the wall in the doorway again.

“I don’t know. We could go and get some chicken from Tesco? Or some snacks?” Casper pulled his phone out and checked the time. “They’re still open right?”

“Alright, but we’re getting a fucking cab.” Evie checked her phone at the same time, which had been in her hand the whole time. Declan checked her up and down again. Not one single sign of a pocket anywhere. Casper nodded in agreement and turned to Declan.

“You coming? Fancy some snacks and come back to mine?” He asked Declan. Declan has pulled his tobacco out and had started rolling again. Evie also looked up from her phone at Declan, a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” Declan thought for a moment and shook his head. “I think I’m going to head home soon. I’m fairly tired. I’ll walk to the taxi rank with you though.” As soon as these words left his lips, he mentally cursed himself. His eyes then drifted to Evie again, whose smile had turned to what he interpreted as disappointment, and he cursed himself again. Why had he said no to spending time with these two? He could change his mind, it wasn’t too late. No, he’d have felt like a complete jackass.

“OK.” Casper said with a slight resignation too, but then returned to his peppy, upbeat self. “Let’s go, guys.”

The three of them set off down the street towards the taxi rank. It was, in total, only a three minute walk, but Declan wanted a little leg stretch. Evie was checking her phone again, replying to messages, so Casper naturally started to out pace her, and Declan fell back a little to keep pace with Evie.

“I’m Declan, by the way, nice to meet you.” Declan help out his hand to Evie.

“I’m Evie” She replied, looking up from her phone and shaking his hand. Declan was immediately struck by how small her hand was in his. He dwarfed her in pretty much every way. She looked him up and down again and smiled. “Why the fuck are you wearing a Christmas jumper? It’s February.”

“I wear them every month of the year except December.” He responded, opening his jacket a little and pulling the bottom of the jumper down to reveal the pattern a little more to her. “It’s what all the cool kids are doing isn’t it?”

“No, it’s really not.” Evie replied with a laugh. “Maybe back in your day.”

“Look, we’ve only just met, but insinuating that I’m old is quite rude you know”.

“But you are old, Grandad.” Casper turned around, smiling widely and laughing. “You’ve always been old. You’re like, thirty years older than me, aren’t you?”

“You’re fifty-three?!” Evie had genuine shock in her voice, inspecting Declan’s face. “You do have some wrinkles.”

“I’m thirty-six, you cheeky little twats.” Declan’s voice, while trying to remain as upbeat as the other two, did crack into genuine hurt for a moment.

“Calm down, grandad. You look good for fifty-three” Evie smiled and stuck her tongue out at Declan. There was no talking for a moment before Casper and Evie broke out in laughter. Declan narrowed his eyes at Evie for a moment and stuck his tongue out in return.

“So I can tell already that you’re a cheeky little gremlin, hmm?” Declan’s frown turned to a smile and it was Evie’s turn to frown at him.

“Am not a gremlin.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

This back and forth went on for a few moments while Casper disappeared into the office to order a taxi. There was already a cab waiting at the rank which they yozgat escort could use.

“Children” Casper called out to the two of them as the repetitive conversation continued. “The taxi is here. Are you sure you’re not coming?” Casper looked to Declan, as did Evie with hope in her eyes. This hope was put out though when Declan shook his head again, and cursed himself yet again. The three of them said their goodbyes, Casper and Declan hugged, then Evie stepped over and gave Declan a light hug, once more illumination the sheer difference in their statures.

Casper and Evie got into the cab, waved to Declan, and Declan turned to start the mile-long walk home, putting his headphones in and cursing himself once more for not accepting Casper’s offer. Just as he was finding a decent podcast to put on to try and quieten his brain down from all the self-cursing, he heard a commotion from across the street.

Under a parapet, there was a row of shops – Turkish barbers, fried chicken takeaway, newspaper shop, nail salon and a kebab house – opposite the Deaf Leopard. Apparently, some banter between to almost identical mid-twenties men had gotten out of hand, and now they were stood glaring at each other, chests puffed under Fred Perry polo shirts, tight enough to accentuate chemically-nourished biceps, and seemingly cut blood-flow to the brain. Declan walked on, pressing play on the latest episode of one of the podcasts in his weekly rotation.

After 5 minutes or so of walking, he pulled his phone out and opened Facebook. He went to Casper’s profile, and saw a post in which Evie was tagged. One click and a quick scroll later, he pressed Add Friend on Evie’s profile.

After 7 minutes of walking, he remembered he had ordered a beer from Millie and then completely disappeared.

After 11 minutes of walking, he checked his phone again and saw that Evie had accepted his friend request. He opened Messenger and clicked on her name, opening a chat.

For 5 further minutes of walking, he struggled to think of something to type to Evie. He didn’t want to seem weird for adding her not 20 minutes after first meeting her. But then again, if she thought it was weird, she wouldn’t have accepted. He wrestled with this internal mini-conflict until he had to lock his phone to get his keys from his pocket to unlock the front door.

After getting himself into the house, and up to his room, he started to undress. Off came the jacket, Christmas jumper and skinny blue jeans. As he was looking for some shorts to put on – most pairs had been used in the last few days’ worth of running and gymming – his phone pipped with a notification. He unlocked the phone and opened the notification.

EVIE: You home yet, old man?

DECLAN: We’ve only just met. I don’t think you can be this rude to me. But yes, I am.

EVIE: But you are old, it’s just a fact.

DECLAN: And you’re very small.

EVIE: Who’s rude now??? Still got that stupid jumper on?

DECLAN: Still you. No, it’s off now.

EVIE: Good. It bad that I wanted to take it off you?

DECLAN: That depends. If you wanted to take it off me to burn it, then it’s bad.

EVIE: Um no. Just want to…

DECLAN: What do you mean, hmm?

EVIE: Nuthin. Shush.

And that is how Declan got to know Evie.

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Three weeks later, Declan stretched himself awake a full 3 minutes before his alarm was due to go off at 6am. He locked his arms down by his sides, arched his back and stretched his legs until his feet poked out from under the duvet. He looked out of the window, unburdened by the curtain he had bought but not got round to putting up. It was still pitch black. He hated running in the dark. It meant he couldn’t wear his wrap-around sports glasses. Even though he was probably in the best shape of his life, Declan still sweated like a cartoon character eating a ghost pepper in a sauna. He lay for a few moments more. As usual, he had awoken in quite a fierce state of arousal, his shaft straining at the material of his boxers. Just as he was about to let his hand slide down…beep beep beep.

Groaning, he leaned over and flicked the slider on the alarm on his phone. As usual, the first few attempts didn’t work, lazily swiping his finger of the screen in his half-sleep grog. He picked the phone up, eyes squinting at the harsh glare in the otherwise black room, and carefully pulled the digital button left to silence the offensive clamour. He hated getting up at this time, but it was the only real way to make sure he got his run done before work. He worked from home, so it wasn’t a huge rush, but he still liked plenty of time to get ready, have a coffee, sit for a while before being tethered to his laptop for the day.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching once more, this time arms high up above his head. He flexed his arms a little. He didn’t have world-beating, shirt-ripping biceps, but he liked the work he had put into them. He looked around, half-forgetting that the button for the shelf-edge lamp was on his right, and flicked it on. Just as he hit the button, he saw the green flashing light on his phone which meant he had a message. He unlocked his phone, and saw a message from Evie sent about 2 minutes before that moment.

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