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This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

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Alice had me trapped. I was tied up in a doll box, dolled up like a pervert’s idealization of a slutty schoolgirl, and put on display right next to the entrance of the store. To make matters worse, Alice had also attached a ‘discount’ sign to my box to draw more attention, specifically to me. It was still early in the day, and I had to hold out until closing time before she would let me go…

“I’m heading to the back for a minute. I’ve got to prepare some online orders for shipping. Be good now, dolly!” Alice said as she walked off. Her heels clicked softer and softer before she disappeared with the sound of a door opening and closing. In a way, I was happy that most people shopped online now. It saved me from a lot of encounters with potential customers. Remembering how empty the store was the day before, and how nobody had knocked or called when the store was closed during Alice’s dollification process, made me feel relieved. The day might end up being rather uneventful!

Some time passed. A door opened and closed again. The clicking of heels became audible again as Alice returned to her desk. “Hey, dolly?” Alice said, teasingly. “You left your phone in the employees’ room. You really ought to set a password on that thing!”

Oh, no. What did she do? Thoughts came rushing to my mind. Did she check my browser history? Open my gallery? Read my chats? Although Alice did not reveal exactly what she had and hadn’t done, it soon became very clear as less than an hour later, some very familiar faces walked up to the store.

Jeremy, Tyler, and Marcus approached the store in unison. They were my best friends. We haven’t been as socially connected as we used to, but even nowadays we always found time to play video games together at least once a week. They never struck me as the type that would enter a store like this… especially together! The group stopped at the front door and inspected the display carefully before their eyes stopped at my sign. Jeremy pointed at the sign and spoke to the group. Their words remained inaudible to me. After a minute or so of talking, the group entered the store.

As the door swung open, Jeremy’s voice became audible, “Where is he anyway? Didn’t he say to meet him here?”

“According to the location he sent in the chat, he should be here, yeah,” Marcus replied.

The group stared into the store for a short time before Alice approached them. “Hello! Welcome to Wonderland! Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Tyler started. “We’re looking for our friend, Sam. He told us to meet him here. Said something about seeing something unbelievable before disappearing on us.”

“Sam? I don’t recall him ever mentioning his name, but there was a young man here earlier. He was about your age, so it could have been him,” Alice replied, matter-of-factly. “I think he left his phone here. I found it over in the ladies section. Could you call your friend to see if this phone starts ringing?”

Jeremy was the first to grab his phone and call my number. The phone rang. “Well, I guess we can take his phone then,” Jeremy said. “We’ll make sure he gets it back! It’s a good thing he at least texted us before he got forgetful!”

“That fool was probably taking pictures of slutty lingerie or sex toys and left it after getting distracted!” Tyler exclaimed. The group laughed.

Great. Now they think I’m a pervert. I thought. Although, if they knew where I really was, things would be much, much worse.

“I wonder what he wanted us to see though, I mean, we’re here now anyway…” Marcus said. “Hey, Jeremy, check his gallery! Maybe that will give us a hint.”

“I can’t. His phone… it’s locked?” Jeremy tekirdağ escort replied in confusion. “Since when does he use a password on his lock screen?”

So that’s what Alice did… She texted my friends to come over and possibly poke fun at me, and then locked my phone so that I can’t even access it anymore! I just hope she gives me the unlock code when she unties me later today…

“Well, I can’t tell for sure what he would have wanted you to see, but he did ask about our discounted doll over here,” Alice said, giving a few light taps on my box.

“Yeah, that one drew our attention too,” Jeremy admitted. “What’s with the discount? And why is it only on that doll? Is there something wrong with it? It looked just fine to us.”

Alice started turning the box to make it face into the store. Slowly but surely my vision rotated, and I was looking directly at my friends. I was happy that I never ended up getting any tattoos. Could you imagine a doll with tattoos? It’d be a dead giveaway!

After Alice finished rotating the box, she took a moment to catch her breath. “The ‘problem’ with this doll is that we requested female dolls for our collection. But our supplier didn’t inspect the dolls and ended up shipping one of their new ‘experimental models’,” Alice explained. She gently removed the front panel from the box. “See for yourselves,” She teased, as she slowly lifted my skirt and revealed the compact chastity cage filling out my panties.

“Is that…” Jeremy began, unable to finish his sentence.

“Yo, that’s a dude doll!” Marcus exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable and weirded out by the sight.

“Are those supposed to get wet?” Tyler asked, pointing at my panties.

“Yeah… They’re only supposed to get wet when it senses its user is aroused, but this model, as it is experimental, has a defect,” she replied. Her eyes locked on mine as she emphasized the word ‘defect’. Alice smiled briefly, though her eyebrows gave away it was far from a kind smile. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Alice pulled my panties aside and gave the group an unobstructed view of my cage. She left it hanging for a second before flicking the tip of the cage twice, only for another drop to leak out of the cage, and fall directly onto the floor of the box. “This cute little thing has become a bit of an issue. Every morning I need to swap out its panties and clean the floor… I’m all for innovation, but this model just has to go. The sooner, the better,” Alice explained.

“These hyperrealistic dolls generally go for 2,000 dollars. This, however, is a new and very exclusive model. So its value is a bit higher than that. 3,000 dollars, to be more precise. However, luckily for our customers, we got this model as a result of a mix-up. So we can charge the regular 2,000 for it. As I would like to get rid of it fast, I’m offering it for 1,500 dollars, which is half the price of its real value. So you get a brand new exclusive doll that nobody else can even afford, for less than the price of the regular female model,” Alice said, trying to convince my friends into considering the purchase.

“No, thanks, I’m good,” Marcus replied. “Well, if this is it, I’ll just see you guys at the car!” Marcus said as he walked out of the store.

Jeremy and Tyler looked at each other as if wordlessly debating whether or not to buy the doll. “Can I pay in installments?” Jeremy asked, his face getting red.

“We don’t usually do split payments, but I’ll tell you what. If this doll isn’t gone by the end of next week, I’ll consider it. 50% upfront, though!” Alice replied.

“I’ll give you a call next week then,” Jeremy said, thanking Alice, then exiting tokat escort the store too.

When his friends had left the store, Tyler dared to speak freely. “I think the leaking is kinda cute. Does it do that all on its own? Is there no fluid container?” He asked, clearly interested.

Oh, no. Tyler is legitimately interested in owning a sissy sex doll. That can’t be good…

“I don’t know exactly how it works, but, yeah. There’s no container for whatever that liquid is. It just works on its own,” Alice shrugged.

“May I?” Tyler asked, moving closer to the box.

Having moved behind Tyler, Alice could now focus her eyes on me while talking, without raising any suspicion. “Go right ahead,” she answered. Staring directly into my eyes with a devious smile.

Tyler grabbed hold of my cage and fondled it around in his hand. “It’s cute. I can fit the entire thing in just one hand… I like it,” Tyler said. He gently squeezed his hand as he cupped my balls. “Wow, these feel very real indeed. Well, apart from that they are so small in comparison to my own, of course,” he added, giving out a laugh.

“Oh?” Alice replied. Tyler’s remark piqued her interest and gave her an idea to humiliate me further. “Tell you what. If you dare to whip out yours and prove yours are substantially bigger, I’ll lower the price by another hundred dollars,” she teased.

Alice wanted to embarrass me, tempt me to struggle, and make me try to break free. But I knew that if I just let it happen, Alice would hopefully keep her word not to sell me, Tyler would leave, and I’d be free without them knowing it was me. I simply HAD to hold on.

“Challenge accepted!” Tyler exclaimed. He chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants. The zipper promptly followed too and there stood Tyler… pants down to his knees, no underwear, exposing himself in the middle of the store.

Alice moved between us. “May I?” she now asked.

“My pleasure,” Tyler confidently replied. “Just don’t blame me if you get to see more than you asked for!” Tyler laughed as he motioned his index finger uncurling as if becoming erect.

Alice pretended to blush as she dropped to her knees and went to cup both of our balls. Even though it was obvious Tyler was certainly better endowed in that department, Alice carefully fondled both our balls, pretending to analyze them. Her intentions were very clear, however. To tease me, make me leak more, and cause me to get even more uncomfortable in my cage while allowing Tyler to grow up to his full length in arousal.

“Hmm,” Alice moaned sensually. “You are indeed a lot bigger.” She looked up at Tyler and saw his face getting red. “Oh. I guess this view is doing it for you?” She teased. “I’ll tell you what… looking at those big balls, you’re probably pent-up… And now you’re fully erect too… I can’t let you leave like that! So how about another challenge?”

“I’m listening…” Tyler replied, breathing heavily.

“If you can cum over this doll’s cage, I’ll consider her ‘marked’, and thus mark her in our system as reserved for you. You can then pick her up discreetly whenever you get the money to buy her.” Alice dared.

This can’t be happening. How in the world did it come to this? One of my best friends jerking off and cumming on me? I pray he declines that dare… It took every single bit of self-control to remain motionless as my fight-or-flight nerves started to kick in.

“Kinky… Fuck. Okay. I’ll do it… Could you stay there on your knees, though? I’m loving this sight, and it’s helping a lot.” Tyler replied.

“I’ll do you one better, stud,” Alice said, kissing Tyler’s dick on the head. It bounced up in response. “Hmm. Fuck. trabzon escort If I didn’t have other plans, I’d have claimed this cock for myself,” Alice moaned. I wasn’t sure anymore if Alice was simply acting and playing along, or if she meant it, as her act was very convincing.

Tyler had already started stroking himself. But Alice’s teasing had made him shift his body towards her instead, and away from me. He was stroking himself off with his dick pointed at Alice’s mouth. Alice opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in response.

It didn’t take much longer for Tyler to reach climax. Though he wasn’t prepared for how fast it came, as his first shot landed straight onto Alice’s tongue. Embarrassed, Tyler quickly turned towards me and shot the rest of his cum all over me. Some hit my panties, some hit just my balls, some didn’t even make it to me and merged with the pool that I had already leaked onto the floor, and the rest covered my cage. “I’m so sorry!” Tyler apologized. “Oh, man, I royally screwed that up, didn’t I?”

Alice let his cum slide down her tongue into her mouth. Without swallowing, she closed her mouth and positioned it above my cage before opening it again and letting Tyler’s cum, mixed with her saliva, drip down onto my cage. “There you go. Problem solved,” Alice reassured Tyler. “I take responsibility for going a bit too far with your visual stimulation. Besides… I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”

“Someone?” Tyler responded.

“Well, something, in this case. But it was close enough to the real deal. After all, this one is so very realistic…” Alice moaned in a sultry tone as she squeezed my balls one last time. I leaked out more in response.

“Wow, it almost looked like its cage twitched! That is amazing!” Tyler said. “I can’t wait to take her home with me. I’ll be sure to have the money within a week!” Tyler quickly pulled up his pants again and left the store.

“Alright. That was quite the ride! I see you once again enjoyed yourself too?” Alice chuckled as she pointed at the floor. “Don’t worry. It’ll be our secret…” she smirked. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up…”

Thankfully, Alice closed the store early that day. She untied me, washed off Tyler’s (and my own) mess, and let me get back into my clothes after undoing my makeup and removing all the doll ‘clothing’.

“Now then, I do believe you’ve earned yourself a treat!” Alice said in excitement. “You’ve done me proud, Sam! Cute name, by the way. Though I won’t be calling you that anymore after today.” She giggled, as she walked off to a drawer in the employees’ kitchen and took a pill out of an unlabeled container. She then grabbed a mug and filled it with liquid vanilla pudding. The gooey dessert flowed into the mug. While pouring it, Alice dropped the pill in. After filling the mug, she walked back over and handed it to me.

“Drink up! It’s good!” Alice said. Seeing my somewhat saddened face, she realized that my idea of a treat was much different from hers. “Oh. You thought I was going to unlock you? I’m sorry, sweetie, but you already leaked so much today! I’ll unlock you tomorrow… pinky promise! Now, be a good doll and swallow your treat!”

I did as she asked. With audible gulps, one after the other. I finished the mug in one go. If I hadn’t known about the pill being somewhere in there, I would never even have realized I swallowed it. “What was that pill anyway?” I asked.

“Just a painkiller for the chastity pains I caused you today,” She replied. “Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it. The classic red flag statement… yet, it’s not like I could just decline her demands, I thought. As scared as I was, I was also too curious for my own good. My girlfriend was never this kinky, and Alice introduced me to things I couldn’t imagine in my wildest fantasies. A part of me wanted to do as she told me, just to see where it would take me.

“Go home, sweetie. Get some rest. I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Alice said. “Oh, and skip breakfast tomorrow! For reasons!”

More secrets. Great…

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Kelly ain’t that into nudism. She likes to be nude but it’s not like a thing to her. I guess she’s not much of an exhibitionist, at least in that way. She’s certainly not afraid to be nude and is proud of her body, as she should be. She was a highly skilled gymnast as a young girl, a high jumper and track star in high school, and a high jumper again at a major state university in college. Then she got into partying. It didn’t diminish her figure. Her legs are powerful and beautifully shaped. Her muscles are taught and her ass is profound. I met her when she was forty two and all that was the case. Twelve years later it still is. She has beautiful large breasts and glorious nipples that get fat and hard. All that being said showing it all off to strangers as a nudist just isn’t that high on her priority list. I do think she kind of gets off on being admired, as we all do, and might even find it kinky to be watched in compromising and even sexual situations. From photos of the past I know she got off on dressing seductively and produced plenty of results from her efforts.

I, myself, on the other hand, love nudism, being nude and seeing others nude, men and women. I love going to an establishment where that is the whole damn premise. To me it’s crazy it isn’t more popular. Who doesn’t want to go somewhere everyone is naked? How could you not want to go? Sounds like paradise to me. I get along with basically anyone. I can find something sexy in almost anything. I love to see and be seen and I love the thought that something kinky might happen, or at least the “odds” are accelerated when everyone around you already has their clothes off.

I did get Kelly to go to a nudist resort with me once. She was a real trooper about it. It was in Arizona, near Phoenix. The crowd wasn’t her type, nor mine really, but as I said earlier I’m easy to please. Another piece of our proverbial pie is that Kelly and I are both furry folks. She doesn’t shave her armpits or legs and only trims her bush in the summer when the possibility exists that she may wear a bathing suit. I wish she’d just keep it long all year as I love seeing a woman’s pubic hair leaking out of the edge of her bikini. These days it seems most of the nudist folks, even the elderly, are all shaved. To me it’s kind of weird but, whatever, to each their own. Neither of us are self conscious about being hirsute, I have a very hairy chest and a full beard. I even have slight fur on my shoulders and back. I think it’s nice. It’s not extremely hairy, it’s just the way God made me and I dig it. So does Kelly. For me it’s fun for us to show up somewhere like that, to be the odd ones out, we’re good looking, naturally sexy people. People notice us and I can tell because we do get lots of nice glances. If you don’t think you’re sexy who will? It’s more of a vibration. We are both in good shape, tan, lean and vibrant. For me that’s the way it’s supposed to be. As for others I can appreciate anyone as long as they are nice, looks are secondary…

Kelly and I make jewelry and do lots of shows where we sell our stuff. People love our wares. We make our jewelry from stones, bones, shells and such that we find. We also hand tan deerskins into leather to make our cords. We also make deerskin bags and pouches, friction fire kits, rings and other things. We buy nothing, we find and make everything. It’s great. The reason I’m telling you this is because it’s what brought us to Arizona. We were also considering moving there so we figured that we might as well do a market to make some money to help pay for the trip and look around the state for possible areas to live. When searching for places to stay in Arizona, we usually camp, I ran into an ad for a nudist resort. I booked a room for us before telling Kelly as I thought she would find a way out of the idea and I was committed. I wanted to go. I wouldn’t be denied. I didn’t tell her until our market was done and she was wondering where we were going to stay. I told her,

“Don’t worry, baby! I got us a spot at a nudist resort that’s only like forty minutes from here.”

She thought I was joking. I told her I wasn’t. She sighed and said,

“Whatever.”

We had made about eight hundred bucks that day in an unlikely place and everyone had loved our goods. We had a cooler full of wine, cheese, salami and other such delicacies. She was in a good mood. To fight the nudist resort now would be foolish and she knew it. It was perfect timing.

We arrived at the resort a couple hours before sunset. It was May and cooler than normal for that area but still in the eighties. The resort was well kept, pretty and had an enormous pool. We rented a little cabin that had a fridge, a big bed, a bathroom and all the other shit you need or don’t need for a night. We got it for a great price, sixty five bucks. The grounds had a restaurant, a pool table, paddle tennis courts, a basketball court, and a dance area. It was amazing. The crowd was beige in general, beige as in “normal” everyday düzce escort Americans except for the fact that they were all naked. It was wild. They were all very friendly. As night fell we headed for the hot tub. Once in the bubbling waters we relaxed and settled in. There were many people around, walking about, getting in and out of the tubs and pools. It was crowded. At one point a very well built black man strolled by. As he did he looked down at us in the tub. Kelly’s breasts were easily visible above the waterline. He did a double take and said,

“Whoa, ya! I guess I’m getting in with you all!”

We laughed and welcomed him. I could tell he was keen on Kelly. She looked fabulous all wet and naked soaking in the tub, her sexy tits sort of treading water, her nipples making perky appearances. The guy was nice, but a little cliche. He was good looking and a quick talker, but I’m a quick talker too. He was a car salesman and we gave him shit about it. Friendly shit. I could tell Kelly had no interest in him, I wasn’t sure at first. Eventually we told him we were going to head to our place for some snacks and more wine. He asked if he could tag along. We are hospitable people and I said sure.

Once in the room with our new friend I began cutting salami, got some Ak-Mok crackers out, some cheese and a new bottle of cheap, but delicious, Italian pinot grigio. I loaded our glasses with ice and filled them. Our friend didn’t want any. He didn’t want snacks. As we talked and went further he became irritated. He asked,

“Are you guys in the lifestyle or what?”

I told him we were living our lifestyle right now, hanging out, enjoying gourmet treats and iced wine. I was about to rip a big bowl of weed and wander out into the nigh to see the dreamy Arizona sky. He got more frustrated. He asked for our phone number and said he had to go. I wished him well. A little bit later we got texts from him asking us about the lifestyle and if we were in it, if we wanted to have sex with him. I told him the same shit I did earlier. I knew what he was talking about I just didn’t want to get into shallow semantics. Truth be told, if he was cool and interesting, which Kelly and I talked about later, we might just have indulged him in some wild and interesting sex. But as it were he didn’t make the team. He wasn’t a team player. And for a brother he was very “beige.” And I’m not talking color. He was just a bland, a shallow man. Color has nothing to do with it.

After that Kelly was a little less excited for nudist resorts. I’m dying to go to more but so far it hasn’t happened, which bums me out a bit as I’ve always planned on my fifties being my nudist decade. The fifties are sexy and I want to get the most out of them in that regard. There’s still time.

As I told you before Kelly and I visit lots of places to collect stones, shells and other natural treasures. After returning from Arizona we were in need of more rocks and shells so we planned another trip. On this adventure we were headed to central California to visit a couple of beaches that have been like gold mines for us. The stones are fabulous, beyond beautiful and people love the things we make from them. I had heard from someone the last time we were up that way that there was a nude beach nearby. On most trips we usually camp, as I said earlier, but this time was an exception as we had gotten a hotel room which happened to be quite near this nude beach. After we had collected all we needed from our usual spots it became apparent that we had a free day. I thought we might as well do some exploring. I gathered a bit of courage and suggested to Kelly that we should go to a place called Pirate’s Cove, the nude beach. When I told her she said,

“Isn’t that a nude beach?”

I told her that it was indeed. I told her I had always wanted to see the stones there and also that I love nude beaches.

“I know you love nude everything. That’s beside the point. I’m game. Let’s go check it out and I’ll see how I feel once we get there.” She said.

“Aw, that’s great baby! You’re the best. We’re just so close and we got free time. I love that weird shit. Thanks for going along with me.”

She smiled and kissed me warmly. We got our things packed up and headed out. It was only a fifteen minute drive to the beach’s parking area. We found a shady spot to rest our vehicle, grabbed our belongings and headed down the trail. Pirate’s Cove is a beautiful spot. The cove itself is protected from the predominant winds so the sea stays glassy and the sun heats the beach perfectly. The water is cool from the offshore upwelling that occurs. The sand is white and the chaparral covered hills provide a beautiful backdrop. The trail down to the beach is somewhat steep but easy enough. Once on the beach the going is smooth and easy. This particular day was not very crowded. The beach was strewn with a wide variety of people and various shade structures that people edirne escort had constructed with driftwood. I was surprised to see quite a few naked women amongst the many men. Most of the people down there were reasonably attractive. We walked to a nice spot about half way down the beach and set our things on the sand where we arranged our towels. After that I stripped my clothes off immediately. It felt good to shed my clothes, to be naked and free beneath the sun in the fresh sea air with other people of like mind.

Within a couple of minutes Kelly had shed her clothes completely as well. I was a little surprised but pleased. She laid down on her towel on her back, hear breasts draping to her sides, and breathed a large exhale. She looked glorious. Her skin was tan, her brownish blond hair falling sweetly around her beautiful face. I let my eyes follow along her whole body. Her pubic mound rose gracefully from her flat stomach, her long fur standing at attention. As she relaxed completely her legs fell open, semi spread and she drifted into a slumber. She fell asleep.

I chose to remain seated so that I could take in all the different people and natural sights. The day was pleasant. To my right was a gay european couple, two men. They were very close to each other and kept giggling and laughing, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes. Their cocks remained halfway erect throughout the whole day. There was a woman by herself, seemingly a rare breed at a nudist beach, who was stunningly attractive. She wasn’t flamboyant but naturally beautiful. She was somewhat thick, but elegantly so, and she exuded a confidence that was sexy beyond measure. I was keen to catch her eye, but she was aloof, she was content in her world and in this day and age that is a nice thing to see. There were many others, many shapes, many sizes, breasts, cocks, asses all walking around freely and in good spirits.

As Kelly snoozed I noticed a tall, well tanned man stroll by. He was attractively built, and completely naked. He walked casually and with grace. His shoulders were somewhat broad, he had a nice head of dark hair that wasn’t quite shoulder length. He looked like he could be anywhere from forty five to fifty five, it was hard to tell. As he sauntered by I watched his eyes latch onto Kelly as she slept, her arms above her head, her armpit fur blowing softly in the breeze, her legs spread slightly. He stopped and turned, seemingly not noticing me, and gazed at her for at least a minute. It was then that I noticed his cock. His cock was as tan as the rest of him and it was long. It was not enormous, but it was impressive and beyond anything else it really was beautiful from an “anatomical” standpoint. During the minute that he stood and stared at Kelly his penis went from hanging nonchalantly to almost being rigid and standing at attention. It was incredible to see the transformation. It didn’t get much longer in becoming erect, maybe a little. He stood and watched and then gave a quick smack to the head of his penis as if to say, “Down boy!!” After that he turned parallel to the sea again and continued his walk down the beach. I laughed to myself at what had transpired and then decided it was time to swim, to plunge into the glorious sea and refresh myself in the true fountain of youth.

When I returned Kelly was awake. She was casually looking around. I asked her if she had seen anything she liked. She wasn’t very impressed. She said that there was a short gay man in a red speedo who had been watching me as i went in the water. As she said it he strolled by, his sunglasses on his nose to show me his eyes, looking at me hungrily with his small hard penis in his hand. His speedo was now over his shoulder. He stroked it twice and then licked his lips at me. I smiled, only laughing inside, and said good day. He mouthed good day back at me. He was somewhat repulsive but something about his small, pointy cock turned me on. It was like a little horn and it was crazily engorged, all veiny and red. It looked urgent and a small part of me would’ve liked to see him continue to rub it until it let loose all that pressure. I kept the thought to myself.

Kelly then then rose up and walked down to the sea and plunged in, her nipples turning hard in the cold water. She swam a bit and I noticed some of the men, and even one of the women, looking her way. She shimmied back up the beach, rubbed herself down with her towel and then sat back down.

“Hey Shaglus? You about ready to go? I’ve had enough sun. I think I might’ve burned a bit falling asleep like that.” She laughed. “I feel dreamy and I’m getting hungry.”

“Ya, sure baby. I’m ready anytime. Let’s walk naked back to the trail and put our clothes on over there. I think there’s a small waterfall we can rinse off in before we dress.”

She liked the idea and we proceeded to get our belongings ready. We began to walk down the beach, saying goodbye to a couple of elazığ escort people we had conversed with earlier. As we left the tideline and moved onto the drier, thicker sand Kelly was drawn to something.

“Hey, baby! That guy over there is carving something. Why don’t we go check it out. It looks cool. He looks like he’s good at it.” She said.

Before I looked up to see who she was talking about I said,

“Sure, let’s check it out.”

Right then I looked up to see the same tan man who had stared at her. He was standing next to a huge driftwood log carving another piece of driftwood. He was using the log as sort of a table on which he had laid out various works he had seemingly made that day. From the angle we were at you could not see his cock. Part of me was nervous and part of me was turned on to see what Kelly would think once she stood in front of this man.

As we approached him I could see a smile emerge on his face. He was very handsome. His lips were full and robust and as they veered into a smile he revealed stunningly white teeth that were only made whiter by the incredible tan on his skin. His dark hair fluttered slightly in the weak onshore breeze. It was almost corny how perfect the whole scene was, like it was in a movie. As we got closer you could see his arms were chiseled with muscles but naturally so. It wasn’t like this guy spent hours in the gym vainly seeking to form muscle. These muscles had formed naturally over time, in the sun, wind, rain and whatever else from the life he had lead. There is a huge difference.

“Hello!” He said. “How are you both this glorious day?”

Kelly immediately replied,

“We’re fabulous, thank you. We just came over to see what you were carving.”

Kelly was noticeably intrigued with this man. She was still naked and her nipples immediately became inflamed, growing in size and pointing right at him. I was intrigued too.

“I love to carve wood from this beach. I do it almost everyday. I make whatever comes to mind and I can usually sell them at a store up the road. It’s a fantastic way to make a living.” He explained.

“That’s amazing!” Kelly replied. “Your work is beautiful. We also like to find treasures at the beach and turn them into pieces to sell. We have that in common.”

“I can see your work treats you well.” The man smiled as he said it. “You are a beautiful woman. Natural beauty comes first from the inside and then spreads itself outward. You wear it well.”

We moved closer and got behind the log with him. As we did the rest of his body came into view. Kelly’s eyes immediately went straight to his semi-erect, tanned cock. She almost stepped backward as she saw it. She became strangely giddy and started chattering about wood and texture and how he seemed to understand the materials he was working with in an uncanny way. A strange silence overcame us all. There was a sort of magnetism in the air, you could feel it. He was smiling and carving, she was staring at his cock, I was sort of in a netherworld wondering where on Earth all of this could go. I had a sudden inspiration to ask the man if she could touch his cock. It seemed out of line, I didn’t know how he would react, nor how she would react. I was contemplating my next move when all of a sudden I blurted out,

“I hope I’m not out of line, sir. But there’s something strange in the air. Would it be okay for my wife to touch your cock? It’s beautiful and she’s been staring at it ever since she saw it.”

Kelly looked at me with the strangest look she’s ever given me. Her mouth was open as if she was going to say something, but instead she just kind of gave a breathy laugh. He did too. Silence again. The man then looked directly at Kelly and said,

“Well, only if she’d like to.”

We were well concealed behind the large log, it would be hard for anyone to see. Kelly looked around. He looked around. I looked around. Kelly then said,

“It is so beautiful. I guess I could just touch it if you don’t mind.”

It was somewhat out of character for her. There she was standing naked in front of this tan stranger with glazed eyes and a watering mouth. We had fantasized about things like this before but had never consummated anything of this sort. It was a rare opportunity for a strange erotic encounter. I wondered in my mind if she would actually do it? As I wondered Kelly reached out her hand and touched the large head of his penis, almost patting it. She looked at me and asked,

“Are you sure it’s okay, baby?”

“It seems like you’d like to Kelly. If you want to I want you to.” I replied.

She then relaxed slightly, looked around again and then wrapped her hand around his rapidly stiffening penis. He sighed as she did it. She began to stroke it slowly back and forth strengthening her grip on it.

“It’s getting so hard, baby. He’s getting so hard.” She whimpered.

The man turned around, her following with him, never releasing his gorgeous shaft. He leaned back against the log as she lowered onto her knees in front of him and began to rapidly jack-off his long tool. Her breasts were swaying to the motion of her arm. She kept looking around to see if anyone was watching. The man could care less if anyone was watching and I imagined this was not the first time something like this had happened.

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Before we go on I need to fill in some gaps in my commentary:

Cynthia’s employer picked up the tab for her doctorate in business administration with a focus on forensic accounting. It was with amazement that the CFO and CEO along with Cynthia kept their extracurricular activities private. So much so that George’s son Michael didn’t know about his father’s activity with Cynthia that they classified as a medical procedure for the wellbeing of all parties. It was a weekly event.

Although Cynthia could put Dr. in front of her name after she graduated with a four-point-zero from college. She preferred MRS. as a prefix to her name. Not even Josh, or most people were privy to her accomplishments, and this worked in Cynthia’s favor in most cases.

Both of her parents died suddenly within months of each other. They were both in their sixties. They weren’t sick and it was a shock to Cynthia. She was lucky for her friends at NEMM they helped her through another of life’s realities.

Now to continue:

It was after eleven PM by the time the couple finished with their first sex-cer-size. Cynthia laid on her back naked. Josh knelt between her spread legs and worshipped the mature woman’s body. He marveled at her beautiful breasts with the dark red areola’s as he massaged the globe’s and paid particular attention to her nipples. He was overwhelmed by the feel of her, moist box, the beauty of her engorged vaginal lips, the warm, moist, silky smooth entrance to heaven. (her pussy)

“Oh-oh Josh that feels wonderfullll.” Cynthia moaned.

He was so intrigued by the feel of the mature woman’s body, and the scent of her sex. The Timid young man didn’t want to spoil their night, so after an hour of worship he laid down next to Cynthia. She put her head on his shoulder after she kissed him on the cheek. Cynthia held his pecker in her hand, she felt safe in his arms and fell asleep.

Josh loved the feel of her warm body next to him. It has been a long time that he felt loved. He fell asleep happy.

Cynthia had an aberration that the man in her bed with her was Bryan. He directed her. “Cindy, I want you to move on. I am here to watch over you, but you need to have someone to love.”

“Why did you wait for over ten years to contact me!” She asked upset, and then continued. “I don’t know if I can Bryan.”

“I tried to contact you, but you were so filled with grief I couldn’t get through to you.” The spirit explained and continued. “When Josh found you. Cindy, you became more receptive for me to contact you. Help him, while you keep an eye out for my doppelganger. I will help you with your search. Keep an opened mind. Make sure Josh knows you are going to teach him about women, but he has to find someone his age to love.”

“Okay Bryan thank you. I love you.”

Josh woke up confused! “You’re talking in your sleep Cindy and I heard someone talk to you also.” Josh said, confused as he rolled over onto Cynthia and gave her his version of a French kiss.

“Boy, I guess I have my work cut out for me with Josh.” She smirked as they broke the kiss.

Cynthia rolled on top of Josh, she sat on his midsection his pecker was trapped against her moist lady lips. She slid back and forth on his cock as she explained. “We need to set ground rules my dear young man. I’m going to teach you about women. You will be allowed to ask out any woman that you want. I want to be your mother image, with benefits of course for the time being. I’m not your girlfriend I want you to think of me as your life coach. It will take you time to understand, but you will see that I am right.”

Josh figured that he could win Cynthia over to be his girlfriend, so instead of a fight he agreed. “Okay Cindy, we will do it your way for the time being.” Josh said as his pecker arose from the stimulation, he received nestled between Cindy’s moist lady lips as she conversed with him.

Cynthia arose positioned his hard member between the lips of her pussy and sat down. “Oh-oh Yes!!” She moaned as his pecker slipped into her intimate, moist, warm, sheath.

“My Gaddd that feellllllllsssss gooooddddddddd.” Josh moaned as Cynthia seated his pecker balls deep in her pussy. She didn’t move, Cynthia needed to take in the pleasure of the first cock in her pussy in over ten years. Cynthia had forgotten how good if felt to fill her vagina with man meat.

Cynthia started to move up and down slowly on his rod, she didn’t want Josh to blow his load too soon. “I want him to remember this pleasure, so I will go slowly.” She thought in joy.

“Cindy, I never thought this would feel so good.” Josh stated hoarsely with love in his eyes as she slowly rode his member. She used her Kegel muscles to massage’ his pecker as she fucked him. “You’re so tight.”

When Cindy felt Josh was ready to cum, she squeezed his pecker with her Kegel muscles and that cooled him down for a little while. Finally: “I’m cumming!” She screamed.

“I’m cumming!” Josh announced a few seconds muğla escort later.

Cynthia laid on top of Josh still connected and gave him a French kiss. He could feel her naked body on his. He started to get hard again to the enjoyment of his sex partner. Cynthia flexed her Kegel muscles and this helped Josh’s pecker to stand at attention for round two of the Cindy and Josh sex-a-thon. She wrapped her legs around her lover and rolled so that the couple was in the missionary position. Cynthia wanted Josh to do his exercise. ‘His push-ups.’ The next fifteen minutes was a pleasure for both, they worked together to time their orgasms.

Cynthia screamed her orgasm it felt so good. “YYYYEEEEESSSS! I needed that!”

“OHOHOH, CCCIIINNDDDYYY that’s great.” Josh moaned.

“Time for a shower Josh.” Cindy said after they recovered from their wonderful orgasm, she jumped out of bed and to the shower in the mother-in-law suite. “Good thing my parents had the forethought for a large handicap shower.” She thought with glee.

It was like old times for Cindy and a new adventure for Josh as both showered. They cleaned each other. Cindy and Josh dried each other. Josh put on slacks and a tee. Cindy went to her room and put on a button front shirt that went to her knees. It was Bryan’s. She went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Josh came in, I will cook for you on one condition. I want you naked. Josh’s timidness has left him in regard to Cindy. He took control of the situation and told her what he wanted.

“Okay, boss.” Cindy said and stripped off the shirt. She sat on a stool with her lady lips exposed for Josh’s viewing pleasure. “I think Josh is losing his timidness.” She thought with a smile.

The couple spent both weekend days in bed as they played hide the salami. When they weren’t in bed Josh donned shirt and slacks, but he wanted Cindy nude. He examined the lovely older woman many times while they waited for Josh’s pecker to recuperate from the intimate push-ups.

They walked in on Monday morning and went to their office. About eleven Josh was called into the CEO’s office. He brought the signed contract with him.

Josh went down the hall and was ushered into the boss’s office by the receptionist. “Hi Josh, have you decided?”

“Yes, I talked to Cynthia, and she explained to me that this will be the best place to work and gain experience.”

“How did she do that Josh.” The CEO smirked.

“You know she knew my mother and she talked to me like I suppose my mother would have and convinced me to stay.”

“Did she let you see her naked?” The pervert came out in the CEO.

“Of course not, Mike. She explained to me that I will find a woman my age to date.” Josh said in mock anger.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you Josh.” Mike said with contrition. “Josh has changed he is more assertive. Cynthia is doing a great job to groom Josh for his place in the corporate world.” The CEO thought.

“She’s the only one that took an interest in my wellbeing since my mother died. She talked to me like a mother would have, over the weekend. Here’s the contract signed Mike.” Josh said and handed it to the CEO.

The CEO saw Cynthia in the corridor on the way to the break room a while later. It looked like she was rode hard and put away wet. In other words, she fucked all weekend long. “Cynthia you look sore today did you go horseback riding over the weekend?” Mike asked with a chuckle.

“No, Just did too much housework over the weekend. Josh helped me re-arrange the mother-in-law suite. Seeing he is staying he wanted to move furniture around and I helped him.” She lied.

She went back to the office, slammed the door. “What did you tell Mike?”

“Nothing Cindy.” He then explained to her what the CEO said and his response.

“Okay, sorry I guess he was just fishing. I am sore but a good sore Josh. Mike must have noticed.” She told Josh her cover story.

The couple was very careful to keep their sexual activity secret for the next few months. That was until Cynthia received a call from Dr. Emerson. “Cindy, I haven’t seen you in quite a while, can you come over to meet with me? I have some questions that I need answered.”

“Sure, Doc when are you available?”

“Tomorrow after five-thirty, if you can make it?”

She looked at her calendar. “Yes, that would work, and I will bring my protégé with me, so you can meet him.”

As promised at five-thirty both Cynthia and Josh were at the college to meet with the good doctor. She went through the empty reception and to the doctors office. “Hi Doc, how have you been?”

“Great and who is that with you my dear.”

She introduced Josh and explained his life story to the doctor. Josh looked at the doctor and was disturbed the way he looked at Cynthia. Josh wondered what their relationship was. The doctor gave Cynthia a list of questions the administration asked. Between Cynthia and Josh, they had all the questions answered in a half hour.

While they worked on the answers the doctor looked up Cynthia’s medical charts. “Cindy you will need to have a physical ordu escort to renew your birth control pills. They sent me a notice for your renewal.”

“While I’m here, do you have time to give me an exam tonight?”

“Sure, Josh could wait here, and we can go to exam room six.”

Cynthia looked at Josh and saw he was pissed, she smiled at young man.

“Doc, you still have the same rules in this area about being naked in the halls?”

“Why yes, but you have this young man with us.”

“Doc, I took him under my wing, so I would like to have him be my chaperone while you examine me.”

“Okay Cynthia, it’s up to you, we can go to exam room six.”

To the doctor’s and Josh’s surprise, Cynthia stripped nude in the office, and the three leisurely walked to the furthest exam room. The nude woman cheerfully greeted anyone she met in the corridor.

The doctor looked at Josh suspiciously. “The young man was surprised that Cynthia stripped nude, but Josh looked like he had prior knowledge of the naked woman’s body.” The doctor thought suspiciously.

The group walked into exam room six and Cynthia mounted the exam table without any direction, she put her feet in the stirrups and said. “Doc, can you explain the well woman exam to Josh as you perform it on me. I would also like you to show Josh how to perform a sexual stimulation test on a woman.”

“Would It be okay with you if I have Josh actually perform the exam on you after I examine you?”

“Yes, doc that would be great if you show my protégée how to perform the exams. He’s very intelligent and likes to learn.”

“I bet he does!” The doctor thought as he performed the internal on Cynthia and then directed her assistant. “Josh, I want you to perform the exam on Cynthia that you just witnessed.”

Josh had a smile of excited delight on his face as he sat on, the stool with wheels, between Cindy’s legs, he put two fingers in her pussy as far as he could and with the doctor’s assistance pushed down on her stomach on the place he was shown. “I can feel something.” He stated elated.

“Then you found Cynthia’s ovaries. Very good Josh.”

The doctor and Josh performed a complete exam on Cynthia to her great delight. She loves to be the center of attention and has missed this. “I will need to find ways to expose my body, that will be accidental. She thought as the two men probed her body.

“Okay, Cynthia I will send the script to the Pharmacy it’s good for a year.” The doctor said as he started for the door.

“Doc, you’re forgetting something.”

“Oh yes, right, the sexual stimulation test. You want me to show him, so you won’t have to come to me for relief.” The doctor ribbed the naked woman.

“No comment!” Cynthia blushed.

The doctor performed the exam almost to her orgasm and stopped. “I want you to take over Josh.” The Doctor said as he got off the stool.

Cynthia moaned her disapproval.

Josh took his place: He took two fingers as instructed and found her clit, Rubbed the little bud as he ‘finger fucked’ her with three fingers from his other hand. She blasted off into orgasm within two minutes of Josh’s ministration of her pussy. “Ah-Ah IIII nneeeeddeedd ttthhhaaattt!” The nude woman screamed. After she caught her breath she said. “Thank you doc and Josh.” As she looked at the young man lovingly.

Cynthia was on her way back to the doctor’s office, with the two men, at a leisurely pace, when another doctor with a naked woman by his side stopped in the corridor to chat. “Doctor Emerson I want you to meet Mrs. Ashley Graham.” She was a woman in her forties, with red hair, a full bush, and breasts with large nipples, she was five foot three tall. Her breast looked large on her body with a slight sag that added to her allure. She had a red hue of embarrassment about her as he introduced her. “She has agreed to become one of our medical models. I am interviewing her today to see if she will be able to adjust to the nudity needed to become a medical model” Doctor Benson an older version of Doctor Emerson and his mentor said.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Graham, this is Cynthia Owens a ‘sometimes’ model of mine with her assistant Josh.”

Cynthia and Ashley started to converse and decided to get together as Cynthia has been a medical model and Ashley just was in a interview to be a medical model. Cynthia helped Ashley with her support. “Ashley you are helping the doctors become more proficient by being a medical model. They need instruction by women so they know how to treat us.” Cynthia explained.

The group bid good-bye and proceeded on their way. Cynthia dressed; the couple left for home.

“Cindy, you have been a medical model?” Josh asked intrigued.

“Yes, when the doctor needed me. It was a way to stay true to Bryan and quell my sexual need.”

It was a Monday morning eight months later when Mike called Cynthia into his office. “Remember the deal I brokered with the Prince of Dubai, and you put together the portfolio of investments for the two billion dollars they gave me to invest. You spent a lot of time on facetime osmaniye escort to make him happy.”

“Yes, he liked to be called MRJ, he was hard to get along with and a male chauvinist pig.”

“Well as you know Cynthia his investments has almost doubled in a little over three years. He wants to invest more with us and wants you to go there to meet with him.”

“Mike, you’re going to spring for the tickets to go to Dubai?”

“No, Cynthia he is sending his jet here to pick you and Josh up. It will be in two weeks that you leave, so concentrate on his portfolio and have Josh help you.”

Cynthia and Josh were excited to go to Dubai. It was a flurry of activity to get ready to leave. They packed and a limo picked them up to bring them to the Airport. They were treated like royalty and went through a minimal private screening to get on the Seven-Fifty-Seven. It was a luxurious living room they stepped into when they entered the plane cabin. The hostess took their carry-ons, and the Limo driver stowed their bags. Within fifteen minutes they were on the taxiway to get in line for departure. They left at eight AM on Monday and will be in Dubai at five PM.

The plane’s amenities, included a kitchen, seats that converted to beds, big flat screen TV, and a full bath and shower for the fourteen-plus hour flight to Dubai. “Just let me know if there is anything you need during the flight.” The dark-skinned supermodel type Air Hostess named Sarah explained.

Cynthia could see that Josh was smitten by the Air Hostess beauty and attractive outfit. Josh started a conversation with the young lady. Cynthia took pride to see the young man in a conversation with the beautiful Hostess, he did so without embarrassment and carried on an intelligent conversation with the woman. “I helped him lose his shyness.” She thought proudly.

Both the passengers slept for six hours, after they were served breakfast, while they cruised at thirty-eight thousand feet. Cynthia and Josh took advantage of the shower before they landed, it was a dream for both, the first time for Josh to fly overseas and the second for Cynthia. They landed in Dubai relaxed, to meet with Prince MRJ.

When they arrived, a black SUV was there with two men to pick them up. Their luggage was put in the back of the vehicle and they were whisked to a five star hotel for the night. They were met at the hotel lobby by a dusky complected young beauty with black hair, her white dress though modest and well below her knees, added to her allure. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Owens, and Mr. Hyser, I will be at your service, anything you need contact me. My name is Maryam Habib here is my card with my cell phone number.” The card read ‘accountant’.

The entourage didn’t go to the check in deck but were escorted to a two bedroom suite that overlooked the city on the twentieth floor. The luggage was put in the suite by one of the attendants. The last time Cynthia was in this luxurious surroundings was with her husband Bryan the last time she saw him alive. She started to cry!

“What’s the matter Mrs. Owens?” Maryam asked confused as to the woman’s reaction to her surroundings.

“Maryam my husband was KIA and the last time I saw him was in a hotel room like this.” Cindy told the young woman a shortened version of her grief that still overtook her, from time to time, to this day.

“Sorry hear that Mrs. Owens.”

“Call me Cynthia or Cindy, Maryam.”

“You can call me Josh or J. Patrick, Maryam”

“Thank you. Here is your itinerary for the week you will be here. As you can see you will be here for the day and tomorrow, Wednesday you will be transported to the Prince’s residence and will stay there for two days then come back here for a few days. You will be flown back to the USA on Tuesday a week from tomorrow. All your expenses with be paid by MRJ. Use this card for all your purchases, return it to the driver who brings you back to the plane.” Maryam briefed Cindy and Josh.

“Maryam, do you have time to show us around the area tomorrow?” Josh asked the beautiful young woman about his age.

“I’m at your service M.. I mean J. Patrick.” Maryam said with a smile and a bow.

They had a meal at the hotel and Maryam was a pleasure to be with, Josh couldn’t take his eyes off of her. They went back to the room and fell asleep in each other arms too tired from the flight for any sex games.

The next morning the group left the suite to go on an expedition of discovery in Dubai. They toured Old Town and stopped at the marina. They went back to the Hotel exhausted. Cynthia and Josh told Maryam. We will take a siesta before dinner. our sleep cycles are out of sync with the time difference.” They lied.

The young woman bowed and left.

“Isn’t Maryam beautiful, Cindy? She’s almost a beautiful as you.” Josh said as he approached the mature woman and gave her a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue. He undressed the older beauty as they embraced on the way to the master bath. There as a line of female garments on the way to the bath and by the time the pair were by the tub Cindy was gloriously nude. Josh stripped out of his clothes as Cindy put water in the jacuzzi tub built for two. Cindy put in bath beads and Josh entered the tub first, Cindy laid against him. He reached around and rubbed her breasts; she slid in to feel his cock on her buns as he became interested, and his cock head raised for the occasion. They soaked in the luxurious tub for a half hour.

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So a little background to this story. My wife has two sisters who are younger than her. Both are attractive in their own right, but one of them, Jess, has something about her, that makes me really want to fuck her. Also something that should be noted, is that I have a huge fetish for tights, and a small part of that is attributable to feet.

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It was a Friday morning, and I had been at work for about an hour, when I received a text from my wife’s youngest sister, Jess; asking me if I could do her a huge favour, and pick her up on my way home from work. I passed her workplace on my drive home, so I saw no problem in this. Plus, it meant the I could stare at her pantyhose-clad legs, and fantasise about fucking her through them, whilst I drove her home.

A little about Jess—she is a schoolteacher for younger kids, here in England. She is about-five-foot-eight-inches tall, and a little curvy; loves to be done up with nice makeup, her hair styled, and to wear nice clothes. She always wore pantyhose and dresses which came to just below her knees.

I finished work just after 12:00pm, knowing Jess finished at 12:30pm, so I would need to wait for her for about five minutes when I got there. When I arrived at her school, I was extremely horny. I had been imagining all the stuff I would want to do to her, and had been rubbing my cock as I was driving, so I was still hard when I parked. I started to worry a little as my hard-on wasn’t going down, and I had skinny jeans on—Jess was going to notice it.

Jess arrived at the car right at 12:30pm, and what a gorgeous sight she was. Her makeup was perfectly done, her hair had recently been styled at the hairdresser, and was wavy with blonde streaks through her brown hair. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress, which showed off her nice, perky tits and came to just below her knees; then underneath that, she had a patterned pair of dark pantyhose on. My cock was now harder at this magnificent sight, and she was definitely going to notice it.

The drive from her school to her house took about twenty-five minutes. We spoke about the usual stuff, whilst all I could think of was how sexy she looked. Those legs were incredible. I could feel some pre-cum leaking from my dick. She must have known how hard I was. My cock hard was about seven inches and my jeans were tight. I could see the outline of my head, so I knew she must have seen it.

We arrived at her house, and she invited me in for a coffee, which I happily accepted. bursa escort My wife comes from a family, that when we are in the house, we just help ourselves. So when we got in, Jess headed to the toilet and I started to make coffee. She came back down, and helped. As she was pouring the milk in, I had to reach over her to get some sugar—the problem was that the cupboard was directly over her shoulder.

I was waiting for her to finish, but she told me to just lean over her. As I leaned over her, I pressed into her back. My cock, still in its semi-erect state, pressed into her ass and I was rock hard again. Jess let out a little moan. I didn’t know what to do, but I was in no rush to move. That’s when I felt Jess start to move her ass up and down, dry humping my cock. I moved my hand onto her thigh, feeling her legs in those magnificent pantyhose. My cock had never felt so hard, and Jess had moved so that it was nestled between her ass cheeks.

That’s when she said to me, “So that’s what I could see in your trousers.”

At that point, I couldn’t resist anymore and started to kiss her neck. She spun around, and our mouths met, our tongues touching. My hand was now up her dress, resting on her ass. The feeling was incredible, her ass in these nylons was a dream. She started to pull my top over my head. My excitement was intense as this was about to happen, I was about to fuck my gorgeous sister-in-law.

As my top came over my head, her mouth was working its way down my body, taking my nipples in her mouth. Jess had worked her way onto her knees, and started to unbuckle my belt. I helped her out, as I wanted my cock in her face ASAP. As she got my jeans off, she could see a wet spot of pre-cum on my boxer shorts, and her eyes glued to the outline of the prize. She took her tongue, licked up my shaft, and took the head of my cock in her mouth through my underwear. I could feel her saliva through them and wanted to release my dick.

Jess then slowly peeled off my boxers, with my cock springing out, and at full attention. Using both hands, Jess started to massage my hard penis, before taking my balls in one hand, and guiding her mouth onto the tip of my dick. Her mouth felt like heaven around my cock. The wetness was just perfect, and slowly, she started moving up and down the length of my shaft, taking in slightly more with each gobble. It wasn’t long before she was deep throttling me. I didn’t know how much longer I was going çanakkale escort to last, but one thing I did know, was that this beautiful woman was going to take every last drop of my cum in her mouth.

Jess was licking up my shaft, then deepthroated me when she went onto sucking my balls whilst wanking me. I was on the verge of exploding, when I felt her tongue meet my asshole. Her wet tongue touching my hole was it; I told her I was going to explode. So she took my dick in her mouth, and as soon as I felt her hot breath touch my cock, that was it—I exploded shot after shot in her mouth.

It was finally my turn. I was going to finally get to see my sister-in-law’s body. I had been thinking about this day, since she turned eighteen. I stood Jess up, and passionately kissed her, tasting my own juices off her lips and tongue. Nibbling on her ear, I found a spot that aroused her; she moaned in pleasure. I started pulling off her dress, exposing her curvy sexy stomach. The dress was finally off and I took my lips to her breasts—they had to be free. I quickly unclasped her bra, freeing those magnificent, perky breasts, with the most gorgeous nipples, which I started sucking as soon as they were uncovered. They tasted fantastic; they had a nice, tangy taste, having been under her bra all morning.

Whilst sucking her nipples, I started rubbing her crotch through her pantyhose. This feeling had my cock standing at attention right away. I asked her to sit up on the worktop, which she did, asking if I liked the view. Jess sitting on the worktop, legs spread open, wearing her gorgeous, dark pantyhose, with a black-lace thong beneath them was pleasure enough, but I wanted between those legs. I started kissing and sucking her phenomenal feet, before kissing up each leg, until I got to her crotch. I could smell her wet pussy through everything, as I got to the crotch. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

My teasing was getting to be too much for Jess. She put her hand down her pantyhose, and told me I had better start eating her, the next time I got up there. Before I reached her crotch the next time, I kissed up her nylon-clad leg, and then I moved my tongue onto her soaking-wet clit. The feel of nylon on my tongue, mixed with this perfect taste of Jess’s pussy, was sheer delight. I started to massage her clit with my tongue, taking it all in. She was close already, as I could tell from her delightful moans. She pulled my head rize escort in tighter, covering my whole face with her pantyhose. I changed from licking her clit, to fucking her hole with my tongue, to massaging her small-but-incredible clit. It was all too much for Jess—she let out the most pleasurable scream and gushed all over my face through her pantyhose. Wow, this was so fucking hot, that I could feel the reaction making my cock so hard.

I took Jess’s feet, placed them around my hard dick, and slowly started to fuck her feet. Feeling her pantyhose against my cock, let me know that if I continued like this, it would be over soon—and I was desperate to feel her hole wrapped around my cock.

I directed Jess off the worktop, and turned her around. I started kissing her neck again, whilst playing with her nipples; she threw her head back, letting me know she was enjoying it. Working my hands down her perfect body, feeling her magnificent curves, I reached the top of her pantyhose. Taking hold of them, along with her thong, I pulled them down to her knees and bent Jess over.

Guiding my cock to her puffy pussy lips, this was the first time I noticed her perfectly round, fat ass. I slowly pushed my dick, inch by inch, into her hole. The feeling of her lips tightly pressed around my cock was like a match made in heaven. I slowly started pushing in and out of her, enjoying her pleasurable moans. I could tell I had found her G-spot. I started to pick up my speed, feeling that we were both close. Looking at her ass as I fucked her, made me want to feel it around my dick, but I knew we were too far gone for that this day, so I rubbed her pussy to get her juices on my fingers and moved my then-wet finger to her asshole.

Massaging her dark passage with my finger, whilst my cock was deep inside her, made Jess start to buck. Her orgasm was getting louder, and the sounds of her pleasure were taking me to the edge. She screamed out my name, as she came over my cock, making me explode a stream of my cum deep inside her overly wet cunt. I stood with my cock inside her, whilst she drained me. With that, Jess let me fall out of her, turning around and kissing me passionately.

We then got dressed, and finally made that coffee. As Jess and I drank our coffees, we spoke about what had just happened. She had known of my nylon fetish through conversations with my wife. I declared how much I had fantasised about this day, and how stunning she was. Jess blushed, and told me that she hoped that we could do this again, as she hadn’t cum like that in a long time.

I was excited to feel her on me again, and knowing she had never been fucked whilst on top, made me happy that I was going to give her plenty of firsts. I stood up and kissed her again, before asking to not leave it too long, as I had had an amazing time with her.

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

I felt a stirring against the front of my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes opened slowly to find I was still on the couch in my office, laid out on my side across its length. An arm and a leg were draped over a still-sleeping Senna, who was playing the little spoon. Her back pressed against my chest and my cock rested nestled between her asscheeks. It was almost pitch black as we cuddled under the light blanket, only the city lights streaming through my window providing any illumination.

Senna’s heavy breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Her thick, curly hair tickled my face and my hand lay gently on her flat stomach. It was cool in the room but we were sweating under the blanket from our combined body heat.

As I took all of this in my cock stiffened in the crevasse of her ass. My hips moved involuntarily, ever so slightly, our sweat allowing my cock to slide easily along her asscrack.

Senna’s breathing became lighter and she yawned. She was waking up too. Would she tell me to quit? Would she leave?

No. As the realization of where she was and what was happening dawned on her, she backed her ass into me, inviting me to continue. My hand drifted up from her tummy to her chest and I lightly teased her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed approvingly.

I slid my hand between us to reposition my cock, wanting to bury it between her thick thighs. She understood and lifted her leg, then brought it back down to squeeze my cock against the soft flesh of her inner legs. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips and the dried cum that caked it.

I returned my hand to her tit and resumed my grinding. Her pussy began to moisten as the top of my shaft rubbed against it, mixing with our sweat to provide a nice lube. Senna toyed with her clit as I fucked her thighs.

“This is hot…” she mumbled in a sleepy daze.

“I’m gonna cum between your thighs,” I replied.

“Yes…please,” she approved.

The pace of my thrusting sped. I took her earlobe between my lips as I kneaded the flesh of her tit. She pressed harder against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm.

She climaxed quickly and her pussy juices ran down her legs to coat my cock, making it even slicker against her skin. I bucked hard against her as I pulled her hips into me.

I groaned as I came. Some oozed between her thighs. Some sprayed across the floor as my cock peeked from between her legs.

I left my cock nestled between her messy thighs as we both drifted back to sleep.

***

The next day was a Saturday. Senna and I woke early and, cleaning up as best we could, went our separate ways. I ordered a cleaning service for the mess on my rug.

Sitting at the small table in my kitchen, I sipped a cup of coffee as I drafted my email to Suzanne at her Living Lust address. I detailed the events of the previous day and early morning, bilecik escort leaving out only Senna’s identity. I hit send and went on with my day.

After a workout, some grocery shopping, and a few other errands I sat at the same table to eat lunch. My phone dinged, indicating I had an email. It was from Suzanne.

There was nothing in it except a link that said “Activate Account.” I clicked it and it opened my browser to the Living Lust page. My username was already set to my first and last name but I was prompted to make a password. I did and I was granted access to the site.

A profile page popped up. It was my own. My name and the picture I used on some other social media sites headlined the top. Underneath this, my information was displayed in a list format. Among the data points were:

Category: Stud

Status: Probationary

Level: 0

Specialties: Unknown

It seemed odd that a profile had already been filled out for me. I could only guess what it meant. But the last couple of items made my jaw drop in disbelief.

Background Check: Cleared

Medical History: Cleared

Had they been able to get my medical records in a few hours? How? Wasn’t this a felony-level invasion of privacy? And what about the background check? Why?

As if on cue a box popped up on my screen: “Suzanne wants to video chat.” I clicked allow. Another window opened with Suzanne on the other end of the camera.

Today she wore a black blouse with a deep “v” to draw attention to her ample cleavage. I could see she was sitting in an office, decorated with modernist taste. It looked expensive.

“So, you had a good night?” Suzanne chimed.

“Suzanne, what’s going on?” I said, confused and a little annoyed despite enjoying the view. “How do you have my medical records?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured me. “It’s just us doing our due diligence. That information stops with us and we take privacy very seriously, despite what it might look like. You’re clean, by the way.”

“But why the hell do you need it?” I shot back. I wasn’t one to call the police over anything that wasn’t an emergency but this seemed to meet those criteria.

“If you’ll calm down for a sec,” she said, also annoyed, “I’ll explain what’s going on.”

I was about to respond when I caught myself. I forced myself to relax. The more I knew about what Suzanne and her group were doing with my sensitive information, the better.

“All right…” I reluctantly agreed, settling back in my chair.

“Ok,” Suzanne started. “Simply put…well, do you remember what I told you about lust? How it’s a good thing if it’s used correctly?”

I nodded.

“It takes a specific kind of person to live that way,” she continued, “At least in terms of making it a lifestyle. Because of that, we need to be very selective about the people, especially men, we let into our network.”

“Is that what ‘Living manisa escort Lust’ is?” I asked.

“Yes, but the name’s not important. It’s the people in it and what we do.” She raised an eyebrow. “You following so far?”

“So far,” I said. It wasn’t that hard to understand now. This was a sex ring.

“Good, because that’s about all I can tell you at this point.”

I didn’t feel like she had told me anything.

“But,” she continued, “If you’ve gone as far as you want to go just say the word and I’ll delete all of your information, including your personal records. You’ll never hear from me again.”

That was probably the right call. Better safe than sorry.

But how often does a guy get invited to try out for a sex…community, network, cult, whatever?

What she said next made my decision a bit easier. “And if you decide to continue, just know that you can leave at any time and, of course, we’ll wipe all your information from our database.”

So, my choices were to leave now and perhaps never get this opportunity again or test the waters and still have that option.

“Alright, Suzanne,” I said, my voice betraying that I wasn’t completely convinced this was legitimate. “I’ll stay in it for a bit to feel it out. But I have no problem with walking away if anything feels…nefarious.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“So, what happens next?” I asked.

“We’ll set you up with some of our approved evaluators so they can make sure you’re a good fit for our network. Just wait for them to contact you through the website.”

“Ok.”

“As for right now,” she said as her voice became a little softer. “I’ll be your first evaluator…First I want you to back up a little so I can see your lap.”

I scooted my chair back until she could see from the top of my head to my knees.

“Now take out your cock.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “Here? Now?”

“Mark, if you’re going to be so reluctant all the time maybe you’re not cut out for this…”

“No,” I stopped her. “I’m sorry. This ‘give in to lust’ thing takes some getting used to.”

Suzanne giggled, “Yes, it does. But it’s so worth it.”

I stood and pulled my shorts and boxers to my ankles. I sat down again, my flaccid penis drooping pathetically.

“Since this is your first time doing something like this, I gather,” Suzanne said, “How about some help?”

I liked the sound of that. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you call me Mommy?”

That was one I’d seen in porn but I’d never tried myself. “Mommy?” I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Ehhh…”

“No?” she said. “What about…Babygirl? Why don’t you let your Babygirl watch you touch yourself…Daddy?”

That did it. I felt my cock begin to stir. I began to stroke it with my fingertips as it rose in my lap. Suzanne smirked, knowing she had just unlocked one of my kinks.

“Yes. Why don’t you touch yourself while your mersin escort needy little Babygirl squeezes her titties together for you?” Suzanne leaned over and, with her hands on the outsides of her tits, smushed them together under her shirt.

“Oh…you like it when your princess plays with her titties?” she cooed as she shook her breasts for the camera.

“I do,” I replied. “Daddy likes it when you play with your big, fat titties like a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing to my milky tits, Daddy?” she asked.

“I imagine laying my princess on the bed and taking her shirt off, then having her smush her boobs together like a good girl so I can fuck them with my hard cock.” At this point, I was fully erect and well into my fantasy.

“Mmm…you’re such a loving Daddy,” she approved. “I would love that. Maybe I’ll stick out her tongue so I can lick the tip of my Daddy’s big, strong cock.” She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it around her deep red lips.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess. You’re gonna make me cum for you,” I said as I edged closer to orgasm.

“Oh, Daddy…it would make me sooo happy if you’d cum for me,” she squealed. “It would make me feel soooo pretty.”

I leaned forward to grab a napkin off the table and sat back. I focused on her wet lips, imagining them kissing the tip of my cock as the head peeked out from between her tits.

“That’s right,” Suzanne encouraged. “Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for your Babygirl…”

My testicles tightened and cum sprayed into the napkin, much of it dripping down my cock and balls onto the chair.

“Good job,” Suzanne said as my cock still spasmed. “I’m even a little wet. We’ll be in touch.”

With that, the window closed. She was gone. It was just me and my exhausted cock in my hand.

***

I looked at the clock. Almost midnight. And I was nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep.

My sex drive hadn’t been this extreme in a long time. I had already jerked off two more times that evening, but that “conversation” with Suzanne had shaken something loose in me. It was like my entire nervous system had been reprogrammed for one purpose: to find a woman and to please her.

I picked up my phone and texted Michelle: “You awake?”

“Yeah,” came the response. “Just reading. What’s up?”

I was about to text back but, changing my mind, hit the dial button instead.

“Hey,” came Michelle’s voice on the other end. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like…you.” There was silence on the other end. I imagined she was bracing herself for a confession of love that would derail our platonic arrangement. I needed to assure her that’s not what this was at all.

I continued in a slightly deeper, slower voice. “I’ve been thinking about how good you tasted yesterday. How your juices tickled my chin as you leaked into my mouth. How your excited clit protruded, begging my tongue for affection.” I paused. “Shall I continue?”

A moment of silence elapsed, then a whispered “yes” from Michelle. In the background I heard the buzzing of a vibrator click on. My hand found my erect cock and slowly began to stroke.

“Let me start by describing how your pussy lips taste when my tongue slides through them…”

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Even though Emily had still not managed to satisfy her desire to be fucked, she was still feeling better about escaping from the United States. There, like all girls, she had come of age sexually in a public ritual called the Festival where an older man had penetrated her up for the first time, beginning a period where she was eligible for training by all men with daughters her age or older. In Canada, where she had fled to, this was not the case.

She also no longer worried so much about being discovered and thought a freak or a victim because of her experiences. She was even thinking about reaching back out to David, the young man she’d taken home and confused with her blowjob skills and lack of knowledge of condoms, opening up to him, and asking him for another date. (‘Really, it would be a first date’, she reminded herself. ‘Picking someone up isn’t a proper date.’)

But that next morning when she went to get the newspaper, there was a letter waiting for her that broke her composure. It had been forwarded by the Catholic relief agency which had helped her get settled in and written a letter to her father to tell him that she had made it to Canada and was alright. They hadn’t given out her address for her own safety, but had told her that they would send along any mail that came for her, and she briefly thought it was from him.

But when she saw the return address, she realized that it was from her mentor. He was the man who had helped her get over her self-consciousness and showed her how to open up and embrace what her body was built for, and then given her all the pleasure she could handle. Even now, she remained grateful for his attention and care. She read it.

“Ms. Emily,

Your father is still too shocked and disappointed by your illegal departure from his house and from your training to write to you. I know you initially struggled with being trained, as many girls of your intellect seem to, but I thought we were past all of that and I am most aggrieved that you have thrown away everything I put the time in to train you for. I thought you were a good girl, Ms. Emily, but you have been a very bad girl indeed. You have brought shame onto your family and your town and I am telling you now that you are to come back. While I only train good girls, I will work with your father — who understands now that he should have been much firmer and more hands-on from you from the start – and with the local authorities to come up with an appropriate punishment for you. After that, if you work your hardest, you can be a good girl for me again. “

Emily read his name at the bottom, signed with his characteristic flourish. Her hands were shaking and tears were streaming down her face. Some part of her thought that he would understand why she had to leave, that he might even be cautiously supportive, and now she saw that was foolish. She had been so certain that leaving had been the right thing to do. If you were sure that something was the right thing, then how could following through be anything but good?

She’d always been told that being a good girl was not just about obedience for the sake of obedience, but obedience to your father and the other fathers because they knew better than you did about what you needed. But in this case, as her father came closer to wanting to train her himself – something that most fathers did not do, but that he was entitled to if he wished – she had known what she needed, and that was to get away. But in her confusion, she still could not stand the idea of her mentor calling her a bad girl. She thought to herself that she had been wrong, and that she would have to go back.

While she couldn’t have explained why, the idea of going back and being punished and then absolved filled her with relief. She thought of her mentor and his muscular body. She thought of the pleasure he had shown to her, the way he had introduced her to weightlifting and been patient and supportive and charmed as her body filled out. The incredible way they had celebrated her 19th birthday together, when he had shown her that her purpose and her pleasure both could lie in serving two men at once, and then held her in bed until she fell asleep. She could not bear the thought of disappointing this man, but at the same time, she knew that he could not be correct.

She peeled off her short navy pajamas and stared at her body in the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked back, her face tear-stained but defiant, her body petite but strong. She admired the fullness of her breasts and the slope of her waist into her hips, and the legs and butt she’d spent so much of the last few years building with her mentor’s assistance.

She spread her legs and, using her fingers, spread open her labia and exposed the wetness inside her hidden parts, doing the special greeting he had worked on her with to get past her initially painful shyness about displaying her genitals. She next tried to see herself as her mentor and father would- a bad girl, in need of punishment. She stuck her tongue out and watched kütahya escort it. She circled her clitoris with her fingers. She lay back on her bed, her legs spread, and pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy, crying out.

She muttered to herself that she was a bad girl, trying to enjoy the idea of it as her body further responded to her own touch. The buildup of emotions coursed through her body and she felt herself shudder over and over at a distance, responding to her fingers, tensing and relaxing, hearing herself say “thank you” and not knowing who she was saying it to. And, for the first time, that pleasure seemed like something her body was taking, something she could have independent of deserving it, independent of being a good girl or a bad girl or any other kind of girl except the kind who was going to find pleasure where it could be found and have it.

A crazy idea occurred to her. Instead of looking for affirmation from a man that she was a good girl, she would go out, find what she wanted, and take it. But that thought was immediately followed by the memory of her failed first attempt to meet her sexual needs in Canada, where she had asked an older gentleman in a grocery store if he wanted to have her, and his kind rebuke of Emily had caused her to want to hide under her sheets forever. But then she remembered something that Benjamin, the professor she had done a mock training session with the day prior, had mentioned: in Canada, there were apps where you could find a man to go out with or take home.

He had mentioned one in particular, and Emily quickly searched for it and installed it on her phone. She was not a big smartphone user — in the United States, while it was standard for adults to have them (and for girls to get them as they came of age so that they could install the app by which trainers could find them), it was not normal to be constantly using your phone the way that she had noticed seemed to be the case in Canada. She had known how to use the basic functionality, but she would read a book if she wanted to read, and if she would make friends from school or church, or with the girls who were the daughters of her father’s colleagues from the university — girls, she thought to herself, who she would never get to see again. (It occurred to her now, thinking about it, that the other professors much more often had daughters than sons, and she wondered why she had never noticed this before and puzzled briefly for an explanation.)

But after installing the app, she was able to follow the instructions. She kept in mind the caution Benjamin had given her about not putting up naked photos, and she uploaded a few stills from videos she had taken of herself in the gym to review her form: in them, she was in a sports bra and a brief pair of shorts with a barbell on her back or in her hands. There was a section for text about yourself and what you were looking for, and she filled it out with the following:

“For the longest time I wanted to be a good girl, but now I’m not so sure that’s something I want to be, or even that it means what I thought it did. I want to ask for what I want and maybe even take it.”

She wasn’t sure if that was too short, but almost soon as she saved her profile, she started getting messages from men. Anything that called her a bad girl she deleted: she still hated that idea. And some of the messages were crude in a way that surprised her and she was not prepared for. While Emily adored sex and very much wanted to finally fulfill her body’s still unmet craving for it, she didn’t like anything that seemed like the man thought sex was dirty or humiliating. This was one area, she thought to herself, where she appreciated her upbringing and training. She had always been taught that wanting sex was natural and good, and while in retrospect she thought that some of the sex she’d been made to have was perhaps neither, she still generally believed this.

But there was one message from a man in his early twenties which surprised and intrigued Emily. It read, “Having to be a good girl all the time seems like a lot of pressure. Maybe I could try to be good for you, and you could see if you like that instead?”

Emily didn’t know what to make of that. The idea of a man, even a young one, trying to be good didn’t make sense to her. The men who had trained her had always seemed so confident, so assured that they knew what her body needed and how to give it to her. She worked so hard to impress them with her fitness routine and her compliance. She had always been devastated when she failed to please them and had to be punished and elated when the punishment was over and she could return to being a good girl. What did it even mean for a man to want to be good for her? She briefly forgot about the letter she had gotten from her mentor, and decided to, in the open-minded and good-natured spirit of research, respond to this and find out more.

She wrote back that she would like to explore that and malatya escort to see what he could do to be good for her, and he made some suggestions which, while unexpected, excited her. The man – his name was Ariel, and he was a graduate student at the university that Emily would begin to attend in a week – was tall and thin with olive skin and dark brown curls and had a picture of himself biking, and another one where he was in a kitchen stirring a pot using a wooden spoon. Emily liked the idea of a man cooking for her — since it had just been her and her father for so long, she had done most of the cooking, while he would sit in the kitchen with her and grade papers or write. She wondered briefly how he was doing with her gone and then put the unhappy thought away and got back to Ariel.

They messaged back and forth revealing new small tastes of themselves for the other to enjoy. Ariel offered her a foot rub and a glass of wine and to show off his body to her. Emily was fascinated by the idea of getting to lean back and be the one judging, to get to appraise the body of a man who wanted to please her with some of the ardor with which she had wanted to please so many trainers, but especially her mentor. She offered him pieces of her story — that she had been used to trying to please men but wanted to try something else. That she was entirely new to whatever this something else might be. And she sent him pictures of herself that she would set to disappear quickly on the app, enjoying the feeling of teasing him.

They agreed to meet at the cafe down the street for breakfast. He assured that there was no pressure to go home together afterward, and he wanted her to feel safe. Feeling impish, Emily responded that she was going to be the one in charge and as such that she also wanted to make sure that he felt safe. She changed out of her pajamas and, pausing to think of what made her feel powerful, what she could imagine wearing to enjoy a man trying to be good for her, she put on gym clothes — a sports bra, a brief pair of shorts that showed off her well-built ass and quads, and a tank top, along with her sneakers. She liked how they displayed the body she’d worked so hard to develop, a body that could do things that she hadn’t known were possible, both in the gym and in bed. She left her face bare of makeup and her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

It was a sunny day, and Emily enjoyed soaking it in on all the parts of her exposed skin as she walked down the street to the cafe. She arrived first and saw that both of the people she’d noticed working at the cafe previously were there — the young woman with the shaved head and the nose ring and the young and very thin man with the long hair. They were behind the counter, and she saw that they were standing so close to each other that they were almost touching. Emily wondered if they were having sex and, if so, how that had started and what it was like. She ordered a latte and a croissant and waited for Ariel in what was fast becoming her favorite armchair.

As she waited, Emily started to feel nervous and a bit silly. What did she know about having a man display himself for her, about deciding what she wanted and evaluating him the way so many trainers had evaluated her? With Benjamin the previous day, she had struggled to even articulate what she wanted him to do with her. Did Ariel expect that she would tell him what to do right away? What if, having failed to be a good girl and having let down her father and mentor and her whole town, having committed this act of rebellion, she also failed at whatever other task she was attempting here?

But when Ariel walked in, his obvious and overwhelming nervousness freed Emily from her own. He was wearing a gray tee-shirt and jeans and sandals, and he fidgeted with his empty belt loops as he looked around the cafe and met her glance. He came over to her and introduced himself with an attempt at a hug that he quickly decided should be handshake instead and sat down briefly at the chair next to hers before remembering he hadn’t ordered, and then walked over to the counter to order a tea and wait for it, and then finally came back and sat down. She thought he looked very cute with his tight jeans and thick dark curls, and when he spoke, she detected a faint accent that she found herself enjoying but could not place.

They initially just chatted about school, with Ariel telling Emily about how he was beginning his second year as a philosophy Ph.D. student, and her telling him about her math and science studies and how she’d tried to get a jump on some of the readings and problem sets in preparation for her first semester as a transfer student. Emily summoned up what she’d learned about what men liked from her training, and she was pleased that her confidence and big smile and genuine interest in him seemed to calm him down, and soon they were talking like friends, and she decided to broach the topic that had brought them there.

To summon the batman escort confidence necessary, Emily reminded herself of what she’d been taught about her body and her desires being natural and good — even though she was pretty sure this was not what her trainers had in mind. “I’ve never had a man try to be good for me. It’s always me trying. But I’d like to.”

Ariel blushed and smiled at her “You’re very pretty, Ms. Emily. Can I call you that?”, and she nodded, struck by the different way he was saying her name than she was used to hearing it. “Maybe after all that work you have put in trying to be good, maybe you deserve to have someone doing that for you?”

He paused and she contemplated that idea and liked it. She thought about what she would do if she were a trainer — if she were entitled to enjoy a man’s body, if it were her job to teach him what he needed to know so that he could not just bring her pleasure, but also bring all the future women who had his body pleasure as well. She liked the sense of power, but also of feeling responsible for improving him.

Unsure of the details of how this would actually work but trying to continue to act like she knew — and wondering if the trainers who had worked with her had ever felt this way — Emily put her hand on Ariel’s knee and squeezed a little. “You should be good for me. How about we plan on starting with you taking your clothes off. You can show me your body and how you understand that I deserve to see all of it.” She realized as the words came out of her mouth that they might not even make sense to him, since they were coming out of her extremely specific experiences as a girl in the United States, but as she saw his eyes widen, she could tell that something he said had resonated with him.

“Please, Ms. Emily. A pretty girl like you, she deserves anything she wants from a man.” And now Emily found herself surprised. She’d heard a lot growing up and in training about girls’ prettiness, about how this was pleasing to men and proof that their bodies were meant to be used, how they were jewels meant to be accessed only by highest-status and most-deserving of men, those who had succeeded in marrying and having daughters, and raising them to Festival age and releasing them to be trained. She had never thought about the idea that she herself might be entitled to anything, except perhaps for men to take an interest in training her, but even that had to be constantly earned with good behavior and attention to detail in her appearance.

Trying to act boldly even if she wasn’t entirely feeling it, Emily determined that she would explore this situation and learn everything she could, even if it seemed like it might not lead to the penetration that her body had been craving for so long and that she had yet to satisfy. (Except, she reminded herself, with the glass toy that had been used with her to great effect.) She asked him some questions about what he was going to do for her, and he made some hopeful suggestions involving kneeling for her on the floor and rubbing her feet and showing her how he could open up and put a toy inside of himself. (She tried to swallow her shock at the idea of a man being penetrated. This was another idea she had never been taught to contemplate.) She decided she was ready to try this out, and she asked him if he wanted to go to his place or hers. He leaned toward her and reminded her of what they’ve talked about over the app, that he had a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator and every intent of pouring her a glass so she could drink it while he took off his clothes for her.

They finished their drinks and walked home together. He explained that he lived in graduate student housing just a couple of blocks away. He asked her if she knew where she’d be living. She explained that because she was a transfer student and had enrolled late, she did not yet know what dorm she’d be living in and might find out only a few days before it was time to move from her temporary apartment. He asked her why she’d moved to town before the beginning of the semester, and she shrugged and told him that there were things happening at home that she wanted to get away from, which was true although obviously not the whole story, and he accepted this explanation and did not probe further.

Ariel’s apartment was, like Emily’s, in a large building with carpeting that had seen better days. He let them in with a key and they walked up three flights of stairs, Emily glad in that moment that she was in good enough shape not to be made out-of-breath.

He let her in and gave her a brief but upbeat tour of his place, which was about the same size as her own studio apartment. It wasn’t messy, but it overflowed with books. His living room area was a battered brown couch and a wooden coffee table half-covered in papers, and he gestured for her to sit down there as he went to the small kitchen area.

“If you decide it’s too early for wine, I have seltzer. Or if you want something harder, there is a liquor – it’s like licorice, but not sweet.” Emily decided to go for the glass of wine and was pleased when Ariel handed her a glass of white wine in a champagne glass and brought out a bowl of strawberries to go with them. Now home, he seemed more comfortable, and when he took off his sandals, she followed his cue and untied her sneakers, and he followed that with interest.

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This new imbalance in our marital roles was locked in. There would be no going back, only forward. Primarily in the bedroom, and to a lesser extent, any other time the situation called for it, I was now the lesser half of a female-led relationship.

It’s kind of funny how life always presents us with forks in the road of our destinies. Often, we give little thought as to which way we should turn. Instead, we aimlessly make right and left turns at those forks. Any one of those earlier choices may have caused our life to turn out entirely differently. But by the time we might reflect upon, even regret the choices we’ve made, it’s too late to turn back. We must press on and make the best of what we are left with. Who knows, you just may luck out after all.

I am reminded of the song Marie requested for our first dance as husband and wife at our wedding reception: “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts. As someone who is not much of a Country Music fan, that was the first time I actually listened to the words. So moved that she had chosen this to represent ‘our song,’ my tears were running down my cheeks and dripping on her dress by the second verse.

Eleven years later, all the previous forks in my road had led me here. Only time would tell if this is where I was always meant to be. Right or wrong, I had made my choice and would live with the consequences. From now on, I would acquiesce to my wife’s wishes.

In less than an hour, a years-long relationship of equality had been transformed into one where the female takes charge.

A by-product of these new roles and rules, my wife was spending more of her free time away from the house and less time doing her share of chores. It now fell upon me to pick up the slack. Besides the lawn and general home and car maintenance, I began doing more of the dusting, vacuuming, laundry, and cooking. I simply shrugged it off as the consequences of being a subservient cuckold.

My wife’s happiness has more than made up for any inconvenience her absences might have caused. And even though my orgasms were still under her control, Marie always makes time to tend to my emotional needs. She always provides plenty of hugs, kisses, and words of love and affection whenever she is with me.

Marie has stated that splitting her free time between her husband and her lover has been challenging but also very rewarding. She proves this by warming my heart with an abundance of gratitude, saying she’s “incredibly lucky for having such a good and giving husband.” (Although, she will sometimes rephrase it as being lucky to have a cuckold for a husband.)

As before, Marie regularly dreamed up what she likes calling “games” for me to play. In reality, they’ve been more like challenging dares I’m expected to complete. These games had become increasingly demanding in the days leading up to Halloween.

Traditionally, Halloween is a time for kids to pretend to be someone or something else by getting dressed up in costumes. Not since Marie and I were kids had we put on a costume. (As long as you don’t count the kind of outfit we might wear for adult-time role-playing.) For several days leading up to that day, I worried that my wife might exercise her newfound authority over me and craft a whole new “game” to be played. Could this be the year when portraying someone we are not exits the safety of the bedroom and goes public? Might I be required to put on a costume? I could only guess what that costume might be. No doubt, the more humiliating, the better.

Aside from our daughter’s observance of the holiday by trick-or-treating in costume, Halloween came and went like any other day. Naturally, I was relieved when it was over, and no related challenge ever materialized for me.

Unfortunately, that feeling wouldn’t last.

When I returned from work the following Friday, Marie informed me that Megan was spending the weekend with her Aunt Diane, Marie’s sister, and the cousins. As for a reason, well, that she said would have to wait. “I’ll tell you all about it while you are getting me ready for Jason. I’m seeing him in less than two hours.”

And so it was. As I washed, shaved, and primped my wife for another rendezvous bayburt escort with her lover, she informed me that we were invited to a party the next night. A costume party. [OH, NO!]

“This will be so much fun,” she said enthusiastically. “I haven’t been to a costume party in ages. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for our costumes. I’ve got some great ideas of what to get.”

As you can imagine, this was not open for discussion. Marie had made up her mind, accepted the invitation, and that was that.

I woke up the following morning the same way I had gone to bed, alone. My wife had taken full advantage of our childless weekend and spent the entire night with her stud.

When Marie did finally return, she looked exhausted and ravaged, yet radiant. I helped her undress, feasted on a massive creampie, gave her a quick but effective sponge bath, then left her to get some sleep.

As she slept, I tried not to think about what a night in costume with people I knew would be like. More importantly, what would I be going as? The harder I tried not thinking about it, the more those thoughts hounded me. It wasn’t until I admitted to myself that, just like in my youth, the decision as to what I’d be going dressed as was in the hands of someone else. Ultimately, I would wear whatever costume was provided for me. All I could do was keep telling myself that I would survive this – no matter how I was dressed.

That afternoon, we shopped. Boy, did we shop! For Marie, it was simple. She found what she would wear in an actual costume store. But they didn’t have what she had in mind for me. No, it couldn’t be that simple. We bounced from thrift stores and consignment shops to a discount mart. It didn’t take long to figure out what I would be going as. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, question nothing, and do as I was told, even if it meant taking items into a dressing room to try on and then coming out to model for her – and anyone else who happened to be nearby.

That evening, Marie decided that she would help me get into costume first. Of course, we had both showered and shaved beforehand. She started by painting my fingernails. You can already see where this is headed. My wife’s idea for my perfect costume was to turn me from a ‘he’ to a ‘she.’

Next, Marie applied eyeliner, mascara, and shadow to my eyelids. She then tweezered and colored my eyebrows. Next, she used a complexion cream to mask my larger beard-growing pores, brushed on several colored powders to give my face “contour,” and finished by applying lipstick. It was then time to get dressed.

Marie pretty much did it all for me. First, she hooked a black lacy suspender belt around my waist. That was for holding up a seasonally appropriate pair of stockings: nude with black spiderwebs decorating them. After stretching and smoothing them up the length of each leg, (which admittedly felt incredibly stimulating), the stocking tops were attached to the garter belt suspenders.

The next ordeal I was subjected to was something I could never have seen coming. Marie had me stand with my feet spread apart. Then using medical tape, she tucked one testicle at a time up into the abdominal pouch. She then applied additional tape to secure the remaining scrotum in place. Next, after sticking two extra long pieces of tape to the end of my penis, Marie secured them there by snugly wrapping more tape around the head of my dick. Taking those free-hanging strips and pulling down and back, she stretched my penis between my legs, attaching the resulting sling inside either butt cheek.

Surprisingly, it sounds more painful than it actually was. Actually, it was oddly arousing. Even after all that manipulation, stretched and strangled as it was, my dick couldn’t inflate, much less become erect. Somehow, losing that ability somehow caused a kind of erotic mental stimulation.

With all my male bits neatly tucked away, I stepped into an undersized pair of spandex panties. Once in place, it appeared that my dick and balls had been removed. Grazing my hand over my groin felt like I was cupping a woman’s pussy. With my dick stretched across and dividing my bartın escort scrotum, my panties hinted that a female vulva – AKA a camel-toe – was within. Disturbing as this should have been, undeniable thrills shot throughout my entire body instead.

The next item was a snow-white, lightly padded push-up bra. After some manipulation, the bra pushed what little breast meat I had towards the center of my chest, giving the appearance that I had grown a pair of modestly sized breasts accentuated by a surprising amount of cleavage. I kind of liked that. Marie brushed some darker powder between my boobs to create the illusion of even greater cleavage.

A white blouse with black pinstripes finished my top half. The blouse was a v-neck that buttoned to just above the bra, leaving my forced cleavage exposed. On my bottom half, I first stepped into a black skirt, then a pair of two-inch high heel shoes. (Yes, they were among the day’s purchases after being fitted by a sales clerk and modeled in front of others.) Once the skirt was hooked and zipped around my waist, Marie looked at me in awe of the finished results. I was embarrassed. Adding to my embarrassment, the hem of the skirt was so short it barely covered the top of the stockings.

For finishing touches, she attached a pair of clip-on earrings to my earlobes and hooked a pendant necklace around my neck. “It helps draw a man’s eye to a woman’s breasts.” Checking myself in the mirror, I could see why.

After taking my eyes from what appeared to be B-cup breasts, I took in the complete picture of what I had become. Damn! If I didn’t know I was behind this get-up, I’d have believed that I was looking at a relatively young and, admittedly, alluringly sexy woman.

If this was what was to be, then everything was perfect—all except for my hair.

This seems as good a time as any to mention that for quite some time now, I had been known to go somewhere around 8 to 10 weeks between haircuts. Both Marie and Megan always told me they like my wavy hair long and free-flowing. Well, just as the length was starting to get on my nerves, that sexual reunion with the old boyfriend occurred.

From that evening on, our lives began changing, and getting a haircut got pushed way down on my to-do list. Now that it was the end of October, it was going on close to four months since I last saw my barber.

To make do at work, I resorted to pulling my hair back into a man-bun which management and co-workers accepted. However, with how I was currently dressed, a man-bun wasn’t going to work. Marie did a quick brush-out of my lengthening hair, then clipped it behind each ear to ensure the earrings remained visible. After a spritz of perfume, except for shoes, I was all set.

A serious question popped into my mind. “What if I need to pee?” I asked.

“Whoa! Hold that thought. Before I answer that, I want you to stand in front of the mirror.” What one thing had to do with the other, I didn’t know, but I did it anyway. Marie instructed, “Now closely look at yourself and then ask that question again.” Damn. I still found it hard to believe it was me in the mirror. I looked that good.

Studying the reflection of the lovely lady in the mirror, I began to repeat my question. “How am I supposed to….?” That’s when I got what Marie was getting at. The voice didn’t match the image. “You heard it, didn’t you? That is not the appropriate voice for a lady, is it?” I had to agree. “You need to speak softer and a little more breathy. Now try it again.”

It took a couple of attempts until we both felt I sounded convincingly feminine. Satisfied, Marie smiled slyly as she answered my original question.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I thought of that. I left a little opening in the tape. When stretched, the tip of your dick lined up perfectly with where a woman’s urethra would be. Just pull your panties down to your knees and sit to pee like a lady does. Just be sure to wipe when you’re done.” I could only shake my head as to what I was going along with.

Of course, much of this wasn’t a surprise. After all, I had been a reluctant accomplice in shopping for my costume. ığdır escort But if having me wear panties and bras daily hadn’t already tested my boundaries, Marie just pushed me to take things a multitude of levels beyond that.

Day by day. Bit by bit, I was being challenged to break customary barriers and jump through non-traditional hoops, all for the sake of holding onto the woman I couldn’t imagine being without.

When it came to Marie’s costume, instead of matching the theme of my get-up by also doing a role reversal, hers was that of a scantily clad biker babe. That consisted of black, super tight short-shorts, a black, half-cup bra under a sleeveless denim jacket so short that much of her midriff remained exposed. Instead of the expected motorcycle club name on the back, her jacket read, ‘OUT 4 FUN’.

After putting on darker than usual lipstick and eye shadow, she combed some sort of gel through her hair. It slicked down her lovely mane of hair back until it lay flat against her head. As a finishing touch, she applied several threatening-looking temporary tattoos. Of course, she had them on her arms and legs. But also on each side of her exposed waist and one on the inside of her otherwise barely covered right breast.

God! She looked incredibly hot, in a very dangerous way.

The neighbors hosting the party lived in one of the larger houses in our part of town. It had been built 40 odd years ago for the mistress of some big-shot finance wizards. After the guy was imprisoned for creating a Ponzi scheme, the house was impounded. That forced his mistress and their kids to move out. After that, it was owned by a family of six who, years later, after their kids moved out, decided to downsize. Most recently, this nice, financially comfortable couple bought it.

This past summer, they invited several neighborhood families to join some of their friends to attend an end-of-summer BBQ and pool party there. The couple went all out with endless burgers and other munchies. There was an open bar for the adults. For the kids, they had even rented an inflatable slide. Almost everyone took dips in the swimming pool at one point or another. Needless to say, everyone had a really good time.

When Marie got the invite for tonight’s party, one thing was made very clear; this would be an adults-only affair. Absolutely, no minors.

The great thing about where they lived was that their house was close enough that we could walk there, drink as much as we wanted, and easily stagger home again when it ended. Cool, right

The temperature was seasonably cool for late October, but we still chose to travel as lightly as possible. There we were walking hand-in-hand along the street. Two women who, based on appearances, were from opposite ends of the social spectrum. The leather-jacketed, half-naked biker babe and the fashionably dressed socialite. Biker babe clopped along in heavy black boots while the high heels worn by the socialite clicked with each step.

Already my feet were beginning to hurt. And these were only two-inch heels! I wondered, [How do women endure 4, 5, and 6-inch heels?] All I knew was I wasn’t sure how long my feet would last.

It was about then that I began noticing and enjoying how my clothing was moving against my skin. The air caressed my nylon-covered legs, and the breeze flowed beneath the skirt, tickling my bound-up crotch, and being hairless made this even more noticeable and pleasurable. Wearing a skirt had its benefits.

“Hey, babe. I just thought of something. If I’m supposed to act and speak like a woman, don’t you think I should have a woman’s name?”

At first, Jess seemed like a logical choice, until it didn’t. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It sounds too much like my real name. It almost announces who’s behind this get-up. If I’m going to play the part of a woman properly, then I need to be that woman. Besides, there are guys with the name Jesse. Their nickname is also Jess.” Marie asked if I had a better idea for a name. “Well… How about Linda? If I had been born a girl, my parents planned on naming me Linda. I’d rather go with that.”

Honestly, I don’t think Marie cared what name I went by. But the smile on her face made it apparent that she was delighted that I had relented and now fully committed to playing my part as a female. A part my wife had orchestrated. And, dammit, I was going to play it to perfection.

Marie beamed, “Okay, Linda. Let’s join the party and have some fun.”

End of Part 14B

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This is only my 3rd attempt at writing ANYTHING since high school so be warned! I am enjoying writing these stories and would absolutely love any constructive criticism (positive AND negative) from anyone out there that knows what they’re talking about in a private message.

Part one of this story described in detail a night my wife had while attending a conference for work at an out of town hotel. She ended up sharing a room with a familiar colleague and going to a bar the first night she was out. While at the bar she had met a group of men that fucked her for a couple of hours in the parking lot of her hotel which she later described to me in great detail. This second part involves her experience the following night as described to me during several steamy confessions she gave while we had sex. Naughty debauchery like this and the confessions of it definitely super charge our sex life for weeks to follow.

The next day after the parking lot session my wife texts at 9 am to say good morning and tell me how she can’t believe how far she went with the four guys the night before. I tell her that I’m thrilled about the fun she had and that I’m dying to find out exactly what happened but once again tell her to save the details for when she gets home. She mentions that her and Cathy are not too hung over and are actually contemplating another night on the town. My cock stirs in my pants.

I try my best to be as productive as possible working around the house on renovations and home improvements but find myself periodically on and off of the couch to give my aching dick it’s much needed attention, edging to the thought of my wife’s naughty behaviour. I can’t keep my hands off of it but my intention is to not ejaculate until she gets home the next day.

I’m about to drive the first screw into a sheet of drywall I’m holding up against the wall and receive a notification on my phone. I quickly drop the sheet and open the phone to find my wife has been texting with guy number three from last night. She says his name is Brad and he’s already dying to see her again. He keeps texting all the things he’d to to her if he had her to himself.

“What kind of things?” I ask, phone trembling in my hands.

“He wants to taste my pussy.” She texts. “He’s never experienced a woman squirt before last night and wants to do that again.”

My eyes pop open and my jaw drops as I read the words. “HE MADE YOU SQUIRT?”

“She must have really been into it.” I think to myself and free my cock from my pants as I scramble back to the couch.

“I actually squirted twice.” She responds.

I jerk my dick furiously.

“That’s so goddamned hot! What else did he say he wants to do with you?” I ask.

“He wants me to suck his cock again and says he loves how good I am at it. He wants to savagely fuck me in as many positions as possible.” She responds. “He also wants to fuck me in the ass but I’m not too sure about that.”

I ease back on stroking my cock, feeling the orgasm building within me.

“And why not?” I ask

“He’s pretty big. Bigger than the three other guys last night and bigger than you too. Not sure if I’d be able to handle him back there.”

Gasping, I release my throbbing cock just in time to avoid blowing my load, nearly set off by my wife telling me about another man’s size. A pearl droplet of cum emerges from my head before rolling down the side of my shaft.

So close.

I work it back into my pants and get back to the drywalling, hoping I can focus on the job at hand and get something done.

A short while later, around 11:30, she texts back saying he wants to meet for lunch as it will be his last chance while she’s there because he has dinner plans that evening with his wife and her parents. He says that he NEEDS to have her as soon as possible. She mentions the fact that the conference attendees have a 1-1/2 hour break and I encourage her to meet up with him for some fun. I add that it would be amazing to see pics and video of them in action.

The fact that she’s stone cold sober in the middle of kastamonu escort the day has me thinking that she’s more likely to unfortunately succumb to her inhibitions.

My heart races with every notification that rings from my phone in anticipation of what I hope takes place in the next couple of hours. Ten minutes later, another text. Cathy has decided to meet Tom out for lunch somewhere in town so my wife will have the room to herself during her break and has invited Brad to come over. My stomach twists and tumbles as a cocktail of emotions rush through me.

“Are you SURE you want me to meet with him babe?” She confirms. “It’s not too late to back out”.

I immediately tear the raging hard on from my pants and send her a pic of my swollen cock. “You don’t want to disappoint THIS little fella, do you?” I text jokingly.

Laughy face, eggplant emoji.

“Lol ok ok!” She responds. “We’re about to finish up here and I’ll be heading to my room to shower and get ready. I’m so nervous!”

“I’m super exited about this!” I text.

“I want you to make sure that sweet little pussy of yours is clean shaven and to be wearing that lingerie under a hotel housecoat when Brad shows up.”

A big thumbs up and two red hearts across the screen.

While she packed for her trip before she left I had slipped a lacy black and red split crotch teddy I had bought for her into the open suitcase on the bed and we wordlessly exchanged a devilish grin. My stomach turned deliciously as I realize that I haven’t yet fucked her in it and Brad will probably be the first.

A few minutes later and I receive a pic of her cleanly shaven pussy, glistening from the wetness of her arousal. Shortly after a pic arrives of her in the sexy lingerie followed by one of her wrapped in the white, fluffy housecoat. Even through the thick, hanging material her delicious curves and ample cleavage still catch the eye.

“This is the first thing Brad’s going to see when he walks through the door.” She texts. “He’s on his way and will be here soon.”

“That lucky son of a bitch!” I respond.

“Wish me luck!” She writes.

Winky face, two big red hearts.

She waits anxiously in the room for what seems like forever until there’s a knock on the door. Her heart leaps. She opens the door to find Brad standing there and she’s relieved to find that he’s even hotter than she remembered from the night before. He’s wearing brown boots, jeans and a brown sports coat and she can’t wait to get him out of them. Before she can get a word out he steps into the room, closes the door and pulls her into him, kissing her passionately. His hands reach behind to knead and squeeze her full, round ass and slide up her front to fondle her heaving breasts.

Untying the waist strap on her housecoat he opens it up and leans back momentarily to admire what he has exposed before he lifts it over her shoulders and letting it drop onto the floor behind her.

He kisses her once more, holding her in tight and grinding his hips into hers as she feels his bulge through his jeans. He pushes her onto Cathy’s bed and sheds his boots, socks, jacket and shirt, revealing his athletic upper body.

“Come here and show me again what that wonderful mouth of yours can do.” He orders as he stands at the edge of the bed.

She sits up submissively and lays her hands on his firm chest, slides them down his body and to the waist line of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Pulling them down to his knees reveals his swollen cock running down his leg and straining outward against his tight black boxers. She looks up with those beautiful blue green eyes smiling that gorgeous smile and pulls his underwear down.

Once it’s free his long, thick cock springs upwards and smacks her under the chin. It’s fully hard and aiming into her face.

She takes it’s heaviness in her hand and enjoys a quick moment to admire it’s rigid, veiny mass before swirling her tongue around the firm, bulbous head. He lets out a kayseri escort long drawn out moan as she starts to gently work his shaft in two hands and suck him into her mouth.

Taking her soft hair in his fists he rocks his hips forward and slowly moves himself back and forth through her grip. She finds herself unable to apply her usual technique due to his girth but can clearly see that he’s loving it as he’s laying his head back, mouth open and his eyes closed with a look of amazement frozen on his face.

He starts to increase the pace and forcefulness of his thrusting and his breathing soon becomes shallow panting. She worries he’s too far lost in the blowjob and will soon finish in her mouth but he gasps, sharply pulling himself away from her and freezing in place. He hisses and growls as his member spasms and jumps upward as he successfully fights back what seems like a powerful orgasm. A thick bead of cum slowly oozes from his tip and threatens to fall wastefully onto the carpet so she leans forward and softly licks it into her mouth, smiling as she samples his salty taste.

“Your mouth is fucking amazing.” He groans. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

He steps out of his pants and underwear, pushes her back onto Cathy’s bed and kneels between her wide spread legs. She lifts them up to better expose her pretty pussy to her strange lover and peels the split crotch of her lingerie apart, giving his tongue full access. He skillfully kisses her moist pussy as if he were kissing her mouth, dancing his tongue up and down her slit and gently sucking on her lips. After several minutes of this he focuses his attention on her swollen clit, gently sucking it into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue across her sensitive pearl.

Brad’s oral technique and his enthusiasm begin to slowly bring her closer and closer to cumming until she is abruptly pushed over the edge when he slides one of his thick, wet fingers into her ass. She gasps, clutching two tight fists of his hair, pulling his mouth into her and forcefully grinding her crotch into his face. She cries out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her and slowly dissipate.

Brad stands, wiping the wetness from his face and takes his still rock hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking it and slapping it against her belly. She reaches down to guide him to her opening and he slides it up and down between her hot lips, teasing her and randomly pushing forward, threatening to slide his engorged head Into her gripping flesh. Finally he inches past her initial resistance and her pussy accepts his thickness. After pausing for a moment he begins to move in and out of her, slowly at first but advancing in tiny increments with every forward thrust. She looks down to find he is only halfway buried in her and grips the exposed surface of his shaft, rolling his glistening foreskin back and forth as he fucks her.

It’s not long before she’s moaning and feeling the swelling sensation of a squirting orgasm. She can tell Brad has worked up to driving most of his length into her as his heavy balls slap against her ass but she gets him to pull himself out of her so that they can move over to her bed and place her housecoat beneath them.

As she’s spreading the housecoat across the mattress he pushes her from behind causing her to bend over the bed. He takes her by the hips, positions himself at her slippery entrance and squeezes his fat cock into her, resuming his previous pumping rhythm. She walks her knees on to the bed and arches her back, fully surrendering herself to him doggy style. His cock glides easily in and out of her as he kneads her jiggling ass and reaches under her to squeeze her large, heavy breasts.

It’s less than a minute of being fucked from behind before she feels the building pressure again and she groans out. There’s a hot flooding between between them and her squirt coats Brad’s shaft, running down his swinging balls and down her inner thighs. Brad gasps and begins to wildly pound her pussy as her release kıbrıs escort continues to flow, his hips smacking against her ass causing it to splash across their bodies. She yells out for him to pull out and when he does the full force of her orgasm is freed, projectile squirting with a swishing sound and splashing across the house coat.

“Holy fuck, that’s amazing!” Brad exclaims.

He scrambles down to his knees and grinds his mouth against her, licking and sucking to taste her soaking pussy just in time for another eruption of fluid to blast into his mouth. He moans out and struggles to swallow three large gulps.

Brad stands up behind her to slide his cock back in as she’s enjoying the tail end of her orgasm when when she notices she has forgotten to close the curtains. They’re on the second floor and any passerby looking in can see them as her bed is near the window.

She interrupts Brad’s penetration to wrap herself in a blanket and get up to close them but he follows and pushes her onto the armchair, bending her over again, in even greater view of anyone outside. Her first impulse is to move back to the bed to avoid being recognized and tries to get up but he firmly pushes her back down. A loud, stinging spank rings out into the room when he slaps her ass, punishing her. He’s fully in charge. Her nipples swell in heightened arousal and she suddenly aches to feel Brad invade her depths even more. She decides that anyone outside would probably be too far away to identify her.

Probably.

Being set out on display, naked and vulnerable turns her on and she arches her her back and raises her ass in the air.

Several vehicles pass by in the parking lot as Brad slides himself back into her pussy again and pulls back out, slick with their slippery juices. He strokes his cock and smacks it sharply against her ass, seemingly enjoying putting on a show for anyone that might be watching. Another car drives by and suddenly slows down, almost to a stop. Having an audience seems to excite him and he pushes his big dick back into her, proceeding to pound her aggressively, grunting and growling out how much he’s loving fucking her. My wife’s moans increase in volume to the point that she thinks the voyeur in the car might hear her if they had rolled down their window. She grabs a cushion from the floor, presses her face into it and yells out a muffled cry of pleasure with every one of Brad’s thrusts.

She looks up from under the thrashing and swinging hair in her face and notices that the car has stopped, brake lights on but definitely watching her getting pounded. Without missing a beat of his relentless fucking he grasps her hair, gathers and twists it into a tight ponytail and wraps it around his open hand before clenching it tightly in his fist. He yanks towards himself sharply, jerking her head back and leans forward to kiss and bite her neck. Her cushion falls to the floor as as her pretty face and swaying tits are exposed wide open to her impromptu audience.

Brad quickens his pace and increases the force of his pumping, now thrusting his full length into her and almost painfully hitting depths she’s never had stimulated before. Without warning he suddenly presses his thumb against her tight asshole, gradually sliding it in as he slams his hips against her. The sensation pushes her towards the edge of cumming and she feels the building of another orgasm deep within her, fucking back into him meeting his pounding head on. He releases her hair and takes hold of her hips as his muscular body tenses up and he grunts loudly, pulling her into him tightly.

“Oh god I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you!” He cries out.

The feeling of his fat cock twitching violently inside of her and blasting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her pussy sets her off. She clenches and tightly squeezes him as she orgasms and he slams into her a few more times while she cums.

Brad pulls his softening cock out of my wife and a massive load of his thick, hot semen pours from her stretched, well used pussy over the edge of the armchair seat and across the floor.

She looks up and sees the car outside pulling away as she stands, turns and kisses him deeply before giving his low hanging cock a playful slap. She giggles, walks to the bathroom and tells him that she has just enough time to shower and get back to the conference. They say their goodbyes and agree to stay in touch.

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My hands were shaking as I took the elevator up to the fourth floor of the Capitol building. This guy was going to a piece of my mind. He was intimidating as all fuck but I didn’t care. I was done. I’d worked so hard to get that meeting for those kids. It was after hours but I knew he was still there. Frank in security had helped me with that one. It should just be him and a secretary. I was fairly certain I was going to walk in on them fucking. Wouldn’t that be perfect!

Much to my surprise I actually crossed paths with his secretary on my way down the hall. She was buried in her phone and didn’t notice me. Good. I was probably about to do something that would get me fired. It was just a legislative internship. I didn’t really care. Push comes to shove it would make for an interesting story.

He was behind his desk and didn’t bother looking up when I came in. “You ditched your meeting with those kids like a fucking coward!” Now he looked up. And the bastard fucking smiled at me.

“Do you know how hard it is to get young people interested in politics? Let alone involved?! I had to explain to them why it’s just part of it for you to pawn them off onto an administrative intern. It was twenty minutes out of your day. How dare you?!”

“It’s Angel, yes? From the public interest group?”

“Angela, you asshole. And yes, not that it fucking matters.” We were on opposite ends of the political spectrum, but we’d always been able to remain civil towards each other before.”

“Well Angel, I suggest you watch what your tone.”

“My fucking tone?! That’s what’s bothering you?”

He stood up and came around his executive desk. He had an expensive leather couch with matching chairs. He was one of the senior senators and had one of only a few of the ardahan escort much larger offices in the original Capitol building. This wing of the building, this time of night, we were likely the only ones here. I began second guessing my bravery as his 6’4″ stature began walking slowly up to me.

He was right in front of me now. Close enough I could smell whatever cologne his second wife had bought him. Wood Slut is what came to mind as I inhaled several different notes of pine, birch, oak, etc. “That tone doesn’t suit you. And it doesn’t suit me. Again. I suggest you watch it.”

I was enraged. What an entitled dick. “Why the fuck–” His mouth was on mine, and he was pulling me into him. His arms around me felt…I pushed him away as I yelled at him. “What are you doing?” He smiled at me as I recovered from the surprise of it all. I went to leave. I couldn’t believe this! I just…I opened the door and looked back at him. What the fuck was I doing?!

I shut the door and turned around to face him. He was still standing there, between his pretentious oversized desk and his lavish leather furniture. There was a fireplace with a sword of justice recessed into the metal frame on the side. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was feeling ballsy and let’s be honest, he had much farther to fall.

I walked back up to him. He kissed me and I pushed him away again. He looked at me confused as I gave him a blank expression. He came back up to me and I let him kiss me longer before pushing him away again. “Look, if you don’t want this…”

“Take it.” The expressions that flashed through his face made me wet as I waited for realization to dawn on him.

He straightened up, took off his jacket, adıyaman escort undid his cuff links, and rolled up his sleeves. “Safe word.” He wasn’t asking. This was matter of course.

I thought for a moment. Looking over at his fireplace I smiled. “Justice.” He smirked as he took off his glasses and put them in a drawer.

He came over to me, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and forced another kiss. He pulled back slightly from the kiss and whispered into my mouth, “run.” I didn’t even think about it. I leapt out of his reach the second he let my hair go. It didn’t matter. He was right there, on top of me, before I even got to the door.

He slammed me into the door and held my hands above my head. I could easily get away. He wasn’t playing seriously. He tried to grope my chest and I slipped out of his grasp and backed away from him. He was biting his tongue and I couldn’t tell if he was angry at me or himself. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to pull that move again. I sidestepped out of his reach as he came for me again. I smiled at him and a second later he charged.

I was pinned on the floor in front of that fireplace. Of all the places, the comfortable couch, the oversized desk, but here we were on the cold granite in front of a dying fire. He’d pushed me down and came down right behind. From behind his hands nimbly ripped open my shirt, buttons flying, and he pulled down the sleeves, grabbing at the bra straps. He tore at my bra and pushed my bare breasts against the rough stone.

He hiked up my skirt to find I didn’t have any panties on. “Naughty Angel,” he mused to himself as he held me down. I heard his pants unzip, and I began to struggle. I could sense his hesitation and karabük escort it pissed me off. I started to really struggle, and he finally got it.

He parted my legs and positioned himself behind me. He pulled my hips up to him as the rest of me struggled to free myself. Despite myself, I moaned deeply as he pushed his cock into my dripping wet pussy. This seemed to give him some necessary courage as he started to really fuck me in the primal way I’d been hungry for. My boyfriend wasn’t comfortable with this kind of play, and I was okay with that. But I needed to get it from somewhere. Thoughts of my boyfriend left me as I began to cum and his movements became frantic.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me to him. His guttural noises enveloped me. “I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. I knew he wanted to ask if he could cum in me. But by now he knew better. He grabbed my hair and pulled out of me, jerking my face towards him. He pushed his cock, covered in my juices, into my mouth as he began to face fuck me. He pushed his cock as deep into my mouth as he could and groaned loudly, emptying his load down my throat.

He staggered backwards for a second as I swallowed what he gave me. His breathing was ragged, and the noises made my heart happy. He offered me a hand up and I coyly took it. He wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Instead, he showed me his private bathroom and found me a clean undershirt of his that would work. Out of place as hell, but this time of night it would work.

I didn’t say anything either besides a polite, if not timid, “thank you,” as he handed me the shirt. We kept smiling at one another like idiotic teenagers after their first time. It was my first time with someone that much older, and in any real position of power. I still didn’t know what had come over me. I motioned to the door and began to leave. He smirked and gave me a nod.

As I began to open the door he called to me, “for the record, Angel, I only missed that meeting because your fucking governor called me into a last-minute shitshow meeting with him.”

I guess the governor was next on my list…

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I fetched my phone from the table to look at the time, and discovered I was up forty minutes before my alarm was supposed to ring. I tossed and turned the whole night feeling horny thinking about the game Malika made me play. The night long stroking had only made my sex drive higher. I climbed back to my bed and started googling sweaty and armpit photos of Emilia Clarke, Sophie Turner and every Game of Thrones female cast’s name I could remember and stroked myself violently to them. Just before I could cum into a paper towel I was interrupted by a loud conversation outside my door. I opened my window just enough to peek at the cause of the disturbance.

“Are you sure you want to miss your classes?” asked Neha didi to her sister standing at the door.

“Yes. For the hundredth time, I don’t feel good. Now go!” replied Natasha with frustration in her voice.

I continued stroking my dick looking at Neha didi’s magnificent body. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans that stuck tightly to her muscular body. My horny brain could only think about sucking her perfect sweat armpits before lifting her petite body in my arms and bang the hell out of her.

“Alright then. Take care.” Neha didi said, as she walked off flaunting her tempting ass, making me stroke faster.

After she disappeared down the steps I saw her sister tiptoeing towards the staircase. She was obviously making sure her sister was gone. She then hurried back towards their room and peeked down the railing of the open corridor. I started to doubt if she was really not feeling well. She then started walking towards my door. I quickly jumped back pulling my pants up. She knocked on my door. The quick turn of events had left me paralysed. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I answered the door after a short delay making sure everything beneath my waist was shielded by my half open door.

I saw her standing with her head hung down with shyness, as always. She was wearing tiny tennis shorts that didn’t conceal the stretch marks on her girthy thighs. Her legs were slightly tanned below her knee unlike the milky white upper half. She had a white tank top on that fit her tightly making her herculean tits spill out from the sides. A red bra, visible through the translucent top, supported her massive busts making ample cleavage visible. Stretch marks were also present between her boobs. Her bra straps couldn’t hide under the thin straps of her tank top. Her bare chest revealed freckles that faded away near her shoulders. She had a slightly chubby body with an extremely pretty face. Her face had minor stretches of acne and a prominent zit was on her forehead. Her cheeks were freckled like her chest. She had innocent looking eyes behind her black square-framed glasses. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail with locks of hair falling at the sides of her face.

“Hi. I am Natasha.” she said with a sweet, innocent voice.

“Yes, I believe we have met before.” I said with an awkward smile, recollecting our first encounter.

“I was just wondering when you leave for your classes.” she said with urgency in her voice.

Something felt fishy. The most introverted girl I ever met was asking me when I would leave for college only on our second meeting, not to mention her double checking if her sister was gone. Fuck college, I told myself. I wanted to find out what she was upto.

“I will be leaving soon.” I lied. I now had plans to stayback and find out why she lied to her sister and wanted me to leave.

“Okay cool!” she said before hurrying back to her room abruptly.

I waited at the window to see what was going on. Only fifteen minutes later I heard her door bolt open. I quickly hid myself peeking through a narrow gap in my window. I saw her head peek out and scan the corridor. She then stepped out texting someone on her phone. A couple minutes later I saw a bald man walk into the corridor dressed as a courier guy. Natasha pulled out a rolled up bundle of cash from under her pants and waited near her door shaking her leg impatiently. The bald man approached her when I could see him better. He had his left eyebrow pierced and had a tattoo on his neck. He looked too shady to be a courier guy. He stood before Natasha looking at her top to bottom with his eyes finally stopping at her chest.

“You should really slow down on this stuff girl.” he said with a grin on his face.

Natasha kicked the man hard on his balls. “Mind your own business.” she said, handing over the thick bundle of cash, “..which you are doing really badly. If you are late one more time, I will feed you your balls.” she added.

I was shocked. I never expected a sweet, innocent and nerdy girl to be secretly so badass.

The bald man laughed and pulled out a brown paper bag from his delivery bag. Natasha snatched it and shut the door in his face immediately üsküdar escort after. I didn’t know much about drug dealers but this man definitely felt like one. I waited for him to leave and stepped out of my door stealthily. I walked to her room and continued spying on the secretly badass girl. I could see that the window was closed but now bolted. I very carefully pushed it open very little to peek inside.

I saw Natasha standing and taking out the contents of the brown bag onto her table with little patience. From what I could figure, there were around three tiny cylindrical glass bottles with blue labels on them. There was also a plastic bag filled with what looked like a translucent jelly. I saw her lay it all on her table and drag a chair in front of her cupboard. She climbed the chair and opened the dirty top chamber that had cobwebs on it. She put her hands inside and struggled to pull out a red bag. She got down and unzipped the bag hurriedly pouring out all of its contents on the table as well. I saw two suction cups with pipes attached to them that ended in a transparent bottle that had a pump attached to it. There was also a metal box which she opened to take out a syringe from. My drug dealer hypothesis had enough evidence supporting it now. She dampened a piece of cotton with what looked like clinical spirit, disinfecting her arm which had a black strap tied to create pressure followed by the new injection needle. She punctured the metallic seal on the tiny bottle with the needle and pulled the plunger back filling the syringe with all the transparent fluid. She tapped it making sure no air bubbles were present. She then tapped her arm to expose her veins and injected it carefully in her arm. She pushed down the plunger emptying the drug into her veins.

The drug showed its effect in seconds. Natasha dropped down on the chair with her head hanging back and her eyes fluttering. While still in her ‘high’ she pulled the plastic bag with the jelly in it and opened it, her eyes barely being able to remain open. She picked up a tiny charred, metallic spatula and took out a bit of the translucent jelly. She then started warming it under a lighter from the same box she had the needles in. The jelly started to boil in seconds. Natasha stood up and walked to her bed barely maintaining balance. She pulled down her tiny shorts and her panties exposing her hairy pussy spreading her legs wide open. Her pussy mound was covered with dense curly pubic hair. Her clits were red and swollen. I was awed. She proceeded by pouring the melted jelly which now turned into a gooey slime onto her palm. She then started rubbing her clits with it. Strings of the goop formed between her hand and pussy. I had never imagined a mode of consuming drugs in this manner. The mysterious jelly was instantaneous in its effect. Natahsa started moaning and shaking as she rubbed her clits with the drug. As she rubbed faster and faster her moan transitioned more into a scream of pain which she seemed to enjoy the same. Her free hand suddenly grabbed her huge boobs as if someone had whipped them. Her scream grew more wild and wet patches started to emerge on her white tan top. She quickly pulled down her bra and tank top as her ginormous tits fell out. I was stunned to see milk leaking out from her pink, swollen nipples. Her areola was pink and prominently dotted. Blue veins ran all over her tits that were the size of a melon.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK.” she screamed, squeezing her tits as milk spurted out from them.

I was extremely turned on looking at her tits hanging out of her wet tank top and her hairy pussy being rubbed violently. To have a better view I tried to push open the window a bit more. To my utter misfortune, the window creaked and quickly got her attention. She jumped out of her bed in terror and looked staright at me. Her right hand covered her pussy and her left hand could barely cover the nipple of one tit. Her nipples were still leaking milk uncontrollably. I saw droplets of milk on her glasses and panic on her face. I instinctively rushed back to my room and bolted my door shut.

What did I just see? What will she do to me? Will I go to jail? How was she lactating? A thousand questions flooded my brain.

As I was going to reach out for the window to peek outside again I heard knocking at my door. I slowly walked to the door and waited. The knocking got more and more desperate. I opened the door to see Natasha standing in her tank top soaked in her own milk and with red, teary eyes. She pushed open the door fully getting inside and bolted it shut quickly.

“Please don’t tell this to anyone.” she pleaded, falling on her knees.

I saw that her bra was around her stomach and her nipples poked through the wet tank top.

“I don’t know what you are gaziemir escort talking about.” I said, trying to cover myself up.

“Please, I am begging you. I will do anything you want but don’t tell anyone.” she continued pleading, down on her knees.

My senses came back to me and I realised it was her who was at fault and not me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked with authority.

“I just- It was my friend who- I don’t-” she broke down and started crying.

Not knowing what to do I knelt down and hugged her. “Hey, hey it’s alright.” I said to comfort her.

She cried for a full minute on my shoulder as I hugged her. I could feel her back damp with sweat. Her body gave out a strong odour of sweat and female lotion. I felt the wetness of her leaking tits on my stomach.

“Now if you don’t want me telling this to your sister, you have to tell me what’s going on.” I said lifting her up, holding her by her arms. “Who was that man and what drugs are you consuming?” I asked her, handing her a glass of water.

She sipped the water slowly only to allow herself time to think. She was not getting away. I had caught her red handed. Knowing she can’t cover it up she started speaking.

“He was my drug dealer and this is a libido inducing narcotic.” she said, pulling out the plastic bag from under her pants.

“And what was the one you injected?” I asked.

She covered her face with her hand realising I had seen it all.

“It’s also a libido inducing drug. It creates the high by giving you orgasms.” she revealed, not very proudly.

“And what the fuck is that?” I said pointing at her wet, lactating tits knowing that she was now under my control.

“The drug has side effects.” she said with embarrassment, “The one I injected is responsible for the milk and well.. Enlargement.” she said, grabbing both her heavy tits.

Controlling my non-drug induced libido I told her ” I don’t know. This is some serious shit and I have to tell your sister about this.”

Her eyes started to water again and she hugged me pleading. “Please, I am in a rehab program. I am making progress. Don’t tell her, please. She will kill me.”

“How do I know if you are not lying.” I said, distancing her slowly away from my body.

“I can show you the program and my progress badges.” she said, hand in hand, still pleading, “I am having bad withdrawals and I just need light doses to temper them down.”

Any junkie would say the same things to convince someone but for some reason I believed what she was saying.

“How did you start and where do you get all the money from?” I asked her more.

“My friends introduced the dealer to me. I wanted to do something daring to impress them all so I bought this. I got addicted.” she said adjusting her bra straps.

“And the money?” I repeated the second part of my question.

“My dad is a stock broker. Money has never been a problem.” she said with a voice which was transitioning from fear to calmness.

“You have to promise me you will do whatever it takes to stop this or I am gonna tell your sister.” I told her looking into her eyes.

“I promise. Daddy” she said with a happy glow restoring to her face red from masturbation and crying.

“Hey just because I am asking you to do the right thing doesn’t make me a daddy.” I said.

“Sure.” she said giggling, “Daddy.”

“What about the.. Side effects?” I said, trying hard not to look at her tits.

She smiled looking at me with sin stirring in her eyes. She tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ear and said “I don’t think you want them to be gone.”

She pulled down my pants and my erect dick popped out.

“Oh daddy! You seem to be furious.” she said, holding my dick in her hand. “Are you gonna punish your little girl now?”

She got down on her knees maintaining eye contact. She then started to slowly put my erection into her mouth until I could start feeling her throat. Her eyes turned red and watery again. She slowly started to suck on it, gagging because of the length she rammed into her throat. She gargled a mouth full of saliva while giving me the sloppiest blowjob I could imagine. Her bloodshot eyes started to tear up more. Mucus started to come out of her nose and saliva dripped all over her boobs. Her hair was a mess, she was a mess. She was getting hornier from the intense blowjob and the drugs in her system. She took my dick out of her mouth as a thick stream of white phlegm-saliva mixture poured out onto her body.

“Daddy you know my secrets now. Aren’t you gonna use them to take advantage of me?” she said, raising up. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Daddy!”

She pulled out her tits from her tank top and used all the residual spit to massage it on them.

“Look sancaktepe escort Daddy. Huge stinking, lactating tits. They reek of my spit and sweat.” she said, squeezing the two glossy tits together as milk streamed out of her swollen nipples. ” I know you like them dirty.”

I could endure no more. I pushed her onto the bed and started gorging on her tits. They were huge and mushy. Just as she described it reeked of her sweat and saliva mixed. I bit her fleshy udders mercilessly which sent her into total ecstasy. I started sucking her nipples. A thick stream of viscous fluid started gushing out. It was sweet and creamy. As I started sucking harder her milk got more and more viscous. It was like the solid constituents were stuck and needed force to be sucked out. As the milk got thicker it became more and more difficult to suck out.

“Harder daddy! These are the tits of a drugged slut. You need to suck harder!” she screamed.

My cheeks started hurting but I continued sucking harder. The flow slowed down as if something was stuck in her milk ducts. I kept sucking harder. Suddenly, milk started gushing out again after something slurped into my mouth. It felt like a gelatinous curd of her own milk. She gave out a loud moan as the obstruction cleared and her milk flowed freely still. She then held my head and raised it, stopping me from sucking. I looked into her eyes.

“Fuck me.” she said, looking back at my eyes.

I quickly jumped out of the bed to pull out a pack of condoms from my drawer which I had bought out of curiosity. As I was opening to pull out one I felt her hand stopping me. I looked at her confused. She snatched the pack and threw it and started pulling her pants down.

“There are more side effects than just my cow udders.” she said as her pants slipped down exposing her pussy. “I don’t ovulate every month. Just when I am off these. You can fuck me all you want I won’t get pregnant. I am a cum dumpster. I am just a fuck hole for the mankind.” she added as she spread her legs in invitation. “Fuck my virgin holes. Fill them as you like.”

I wasn’t thinking anymore. I slammed her back on the bed and put myself deep into her already wet pussy. Her eyes rolled up towards each other. She bit her lips and was in absolute ecstasy as I started fucking her slowly. She started moaning with her shrill innocent voice. The drug on her pussy started showing its effect on my dick. I started ramming her without control. She didn’t object to any of the harshness. She rather enjoyed it. I gripped her neck with one hand and started choking her. She moaned louder. Just when I thought that I had seen enough crazy side-effects in her body I was proved wrong. The deep thrusting brought her to her first orgasm. She started to cum and squirt. I had never fucked a girl before but I was sure that usual girl-cum was nothing like what this drugged slut squirrted. It was thick, viscous and white like condensed milk. The spurting pussy cream had coated my dick in a thick film as I pulled myself out. More and more of the cum oozed out of her like her vagina was a can full of her bodily ‘condensed milk’.

“Eat it. I know you want to.” she said with dominance in her voice. “Eat it or I will tell everyone that you raped me.” she said as her voice turned evil and more dominating.

Even if she didn’t threaten me I was up and ready to slurp all of it. As I leaned forward to reach the big white puddle she grabbed me by my hair and made me lean enough to have the tip of my nose touch the puddle.

“Aw my baby. Did you not enjoy drinking mommy’s milk from her drugged tits? I know you did. I know you enjoyed those bits of curd from mommy’s milk, didn’t you, my baby boy?” she said switching positions of the whole roleplay she initiated. “Now lick mommy’s cum, you might find some of it curdled too.”

I started to do as I was instructed. I started licking into the puddle of thick pussy cream. It was so viscous I felt like licking adhesive out of a bottle. It was sour and tasted strongly like her vagina. The thickness of it was almost making me choke but I didn’t stop. I could feel bits of her cum turned into jelly which I could chew. The drug she was having had some real good side effects!

“Good boy. Now let mommy make you cum too.” she said, sitting up and pushing me back to make room for her kneeling stance. She did not care to prevent her cum from messing up her clothes and hair while she got down. She rather grabbed a handful of it and smeared it all across her chest coating her boobs with a white, shiny film. She grabbed another handful and lubed my cock with it and stroked it continuing with her dirty talk.

“The first time we met, you came so much just looking at my sweaty pits. I wonder how much you are gonna bust now.”

She put my cock in her mouth tasting her own cum and started blowing me hard again. This time I couldn’t endure anymore. Soon, I deposited a massive load of cum into her throat. She swallowed it and gave out a sigh as if a long thirst for cum was quenched.

“We are going to have a lot more adventures than this, if you keep me as your little secret.” she said as she got up and left with a cum covered body.

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