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My girlfriend Rachel is a very sexy woman. Blond, blue eyes, incredible tight ass, nice full breasts, she is definitely the most gorgeous girl I have ever dated. We’ve been together for over a year and have been friends for a long time before that. One of the things that I love about her is that she loves sex, not only doing it but talking about it. She’s a kinky side and is always open to new experiences, sometimes it’s difficult to keep up with her.

Now, I know that most people don’t understand, but I have a very peculiar fetish. You see, my penis is a bit on the small side, 5 inches long with good girth, and I like to be teased about it. Everything started with an ex girlfriend named Sarah. We didn’t go out for a long time but I remember that when we were going to have sex for the first time, I was a little bit nervous, rubbing my cock on her clit to make sure she was ready, and she said “Don’t worry, you wont hurt me. My ex is much bigger than you.”

I know that most men would probably be pissed of by hearing this, specially in that situation, but, somehow, I was kind of turn on by it. Even before we break up I would jerk off imagining her being fucked by ex big dick. She never told me the size but I imagined something very big. After that I didn’t have any other experience with that. Sometimes I overheard some classmates talking about penis size or some friends would make comments about the guys they slept with, but nothing more than that. And I have always kept this fetish a secret, to me and my self, until that day.

One night I was at her apartment, lying naked with her on her bed, after having sex. She had her computer on her side and was checking her emails and I was thinking about how would I approach the subject. It had been over a month since I decided to tell her about my fetish but I was always very embarrassed and always gave up. Even though she is very open, it’s not easy to admit to your girlfriend that you like to be teased for having a small penis. I didn’t even knew what she think of my penis. Slowly I built up some courage and started the subject:

“Rach, what do you think of my penis?”

“You know I love it babe” she answer without looking at me.

“I mean…” I breathed lowly “Is it big? Small? What do you think?”

She closed her computer and turned herself to me.

“Why do you want to know? Is something bothering you?” she asked gently.

I started to get curious. It was not her type to avoid answering questions like this. I could also see that she was a bit confused, she couldn’t understand why I was asking this questions.

“I just want to know babe. What do you think? You know you can always be honest with me” I said caressing her hair.

“Well, you know I like it. You make me cum so good. Just today you made me cum 3 times!”

“I know babe, I do love having sex with you too. But I want to know what do you think of my dick” I said pressing her.

“Well…” she was unable to produce a full sentence. I could see in her face that she was searching for the right words, but I didn’t want to give her time to do that.

“Am I the biggest you ever had?” I asked.

I saw in her face blushing a little. It was not common to see her uncomfortable with a subject and I thought it was cute the way she was shy to talk about it.

“No…” she said shyly “I have seen bigger.”

“And how big was it?” I asked curious

“C’mon babe, do you really want to talk about this?” She said trying to avoid the subject

“I do babe. You know you can be honest with me, don’t worry. Was he that much bigger than me?” I said jokingly

“Well, he was almost 9 inches long.” she said looking away.

I got stunned. That guy cock was almost twice the size of mine. I couldn’t help but to start imagining Rachel having sex with a guy with such a massive cock. I was imagining his cock stretching her pussy wide open and her moaning very loud.

“Are you okay?” She asked worried.

“I’m fine babe. And how small was the smallest one you had?”

“Babe…” she whimpered

“C’mon, you can tell me. Am I the smallest one you had?”

She looked at me, and then to my dick, searching someway out, but giving up and answering shyly.

“Yes, you are the smallest.”

I was in shock. Ok, I know my dick is small but I was not expecting to be the smallest one. Now I was imagining all her previous boyfriends fucking her with erzurum escort cocks bigger than mine. It was a mix of humiliation and excitement.

“Are you mad?” She said worried.

“Of course not babe, you were just being honest.” I said calming her down. “So, what is it like? You know, to have sex with a 9 inch dick. Is it better?”

“No!” she added quickly. “It’s not that it’s better, it’s just different. Do you really wanna talk about this?”

I could see that this conversation was making her uncomfortable. She was being very cautious with her choice of words, trying not to talk much about this. In the other hand, I was very excited to know about her past experiences with bigger cocks. Just the thought of her sweet lips wrapped around another man big and thick cock was enough to make me hard again, but I was controlling my self to hide all the excitement.

“Yes.” I answered her. “You don’t need to be so defensive, I won’t get mad or anything like it. I’m just curious.” I added.

“Are you sure about this? Are you really asking me to tell you about how was sex with one of my ex boyfriend?” She asked staring at me.

“Yes babe, and I wont get jealous or mad, I promise.”

I could see on her face that this was a conversation that she did not want to have, but as she always says that we should be able to talk about anything, there wasn’t much that she could do to get away of this.

“Well…” she sighed. “The owner of the 9 inch cock is Eric. You do remember him, right? You met him a couple of times already.”

“Really? I would never guess it. He doesn’t look like he’s packing that much.”

“Believe me, he is.” she added firmly.

“Now, you said that sex wasn’t better, just different. Care to explain?” I asked.

“It’s just that he hit different spots. You know, he can reach deeper and, as he is thicker, it put more pressure. The whole sex ends up being rougher. You, on the other hand, hit the right spot. You hit my g-spot and that’s why you can make me cum so easily.”

“Well, that does make sense.” I answered thoughtfully.

“So, can you tell me why we are talking about this?” she asked firmly.

That was it. The moment of truth. If I wanted to tell her about my secret fantasy, that was the time. I built up some courage and tried to find the right words so it didn’t sound weird, but I couldn’t find any. The only way was to say it straight and simple.

“You know how you are always saying that we should be open with each other, and that if I had any fantasy I could tell you? Well, I kind of like to be teased about the size of my penis.”

Then, I started to explain everything to her. I told her about the incident with Sarah and about the effect that it had on me. I also explained to her that I didn’t like anything cruel , exaggerated, or fake. I didn’t want all that cuckold thing, the woman saying that the man is a wimp, that he can’t satisfy her. I told her that what I like is more like a playful teasing, maybe even a little bit of humiliation, like saying that her ex boyfriends are bigger than me. As I as talking she was watching me in disbelief.

After I finish I gave her a moment to think. She was clearly shocked and didn’t know how to respond to it. I knew it was all of a sudden that it was too much to process.

“I think I need sometime to think about it, ok?” she said.

“Sure babe, you know I don’t mind.” I answered

“Anyway, thanks for telling me. It means a lot to me.”

Then she kissed me and went to sleep;

The following days were a bit odd. She didn’t treat me any different but I was almost dying to know how would she respond to everything. We met a feel times during the week but the subject never came up. Everything was normal, like nothing had happen. I didn’t want to ask, because she asked me for some time, but this waiting was killing me.

It was Friday night, when she invited me to see a movie at her place. First, we had dinner at a restaurant near her place. Dinner went well, nothing unusual. At this point I was already thinking that she decided to ignore that day and pretend that nothing happen. After the dinner we headed to her house. We went to her room and watched the movie on her computer, with a little make out during the film.

After the movie she sat on my lap and started to kiss me passionately. I couldn’t help eskişehir escort to notice that she was specially intense this night. She took off her dress and kissed my neck, caressing my hair. My hands were all over her body. God, I love that girl! She is so hot and made me hard in a second. She started to kiss me more intensively and begun to undress me. First she took my shirt, then my pants and then my underwear. Totally naked, with my massive hard on rubbing her thighs, she continued to kiss me passionately. I tried to take off her bra or her panties, but she wouldn’t let me. She just kept rubbing her body on mine, kissing me, saying that she loves me very much.

After a long make out session, I was very horny and wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out. Noticing my impatience, she get off my lap and try to reach the drawer next to her side of the bed. She gets a measuring tape from the drawer and come closer to me.

“I want to measure you.” She said with a devilish grin.

“You want to measure my dick?” I asked in disbelief.

This was unimaginable. Was she really going to play along? I really didn’t see that coming. I was in shock, I still wasn’t believing that this was happening.

“Yeah, I mean, all that talking about size the other night, I just realize that I don’t know your size. Sure, I can guess it, but I want to know the exact measurement. Can I measure or do you want to do it by yourself?”

“I’d rather have you do it” I answer nervously.

“Ok, hold still.” She held the tape and placed it just over my dick, marking the place with her nail.

Then she got her computer and started looking some thing without saying anything to me.

“Well?” I said.

“Just a moment babe, I’m just double checking one thing.” she answered.

I tried to look at the screen to see what she was doing but I didn’t have time because she finished pretty fast.

“Okay, what’s your guess?” she asked playfully.

I had measured myself several times before, so I knew exactly my measurement, but I wanted to play along.

“I would guess something around 5 inches?”

“Before measuring I guessed 5 inches as well and looks like we’re right. You’re five inches and ¼ “She replies smiling.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked.

“You tell me. I searched on the internet a little about size, and to have a more reliable opinion I talked to Samantha and Chloe about this.”

Holy crap! Samantha and Chloe are her best friends. Samantha is by far her hottest friend but Chloe is also very beautiful. I couldn’t believe that Rachel have told then about this. How would I face then latter?

“Did you tell then?” I asked astonished.

“Calm down, I didn’t tell then anything. Although they did ask me about your size.” She said giggling.

“So, what did they say?” I asked nervously

“Well, most sites are saying that 6 inches is the average, give or take a little. I asked the girls about what did they think it would be the average and they said 6 inches as well.”

“Um, so I guess I’m a bit smaller than the average.” I said sheepish.

“Yes babe, I guess you do have a small dick” she said sharply.

I never thought I would hear does words from her mouth. All those things, the measurement, telling me the size that their friends like, saying that I have a small cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was very aroused and a little humiliated.

Then, she sat on my side and started kissing me again. This time she let me took of her bra, and while I was kissing her marvelous tits, I also removed her underwear. I could feel that her pussy was very hot and wet. She was horny and enjoying this as well.

I felt her rubbing my thighs, and stomach, till she finally reach out for my cock. She started rubbing it with her palm, then holding it between her fingers. She started to stroke my dick with just two fingers and whispered on my ear:

“I love how I can do it to you with just 2 fingers. With Eric, sometimes I had to use both hands.” She said provokingly

Those words made my dick twitch very hard. Did she really just said that? All I could do was groan.

“I felt that twitch. Did you like to hear about how I jerked him off?” she asked

I nodded but remained silent, just enjoying her fingers.

“You are so naughty! I bet right now you are imagine gaziantep escort my hands wrapped about a big cock just like his. Are you?”

“Holy shit! Yes!” I cried as she stroke me faster.

“Can you imagine how much bigger he is than you?”

I couldn’t answer, I didn’t want to answer. She stopped and went to get another thing from her drawer.

“I bought this to show you how big he was.” She said with a devilish grin.

Then, to my surprise, she took from the drawer a huge dildo. It was all black and looked like it was new. She placed it next to my penis and said:

“I went to a sex shop to buy this one. This is more or less the size of Eric, it’s 9 inches long but a little thinner” she explained

“Thinner?” I thought. The dildo was already thicker than me and it was thinner the him?

“Now, do you see how you can’t compare with him?” she said. “He’s so much bigger than you. Yours look like a teenager near his.” she laugh

“Ouch, that hurt!” I thought. I didn’t knew if she was joking or not anymore. But this whole thing of her saying that I have a small penis was really turning me on.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked starring at me.

“Yes, I need to be inside of you!” I answered fiercely

“Good, but first, I want you to fuck me with Eric.” she said handling me the dildo

She also gave me some lube to use on it. I started to rub the head of the dildo against her clit. While caressing her tights I kept rubbing our new toy in her pussy entrance. I could see that she was getting wet, she started to moan, her mount was wide open and her eyes were closed.

“Put it in.” She ordered

Slowly I slid the first inches in.

“Shit! So thick!” she yelled.

I let her get used to it for a while and then I started moving it slowly. I could see her lips parted and opened wide taking the girth inside of her. Her lips were fully stretched around that huge toy.

“Ahh…” She moaned, “More, please more!”

I pressed further inside her, letting just enough for me to handle the toy out. I hold still for a while, till she get used to it.

“Fuck me!” She pleaded. I started moving the dildo in and out of her.

“Faster!” She order as I increase the pace.

“Yes! Do me Hard!” She pleaded again.

“God this cock is stretching me so much!” she screeched while she started to shake

“Ah, ah, ah, keep going! Keep fucking me with that big cock!” she yelled.

“Oh God” Her moans started to get more intense, her face started to flush, her body started to shake. I kept pounding her pussy hard and fast till her body relaxed. I took out the toy and she grabbed me, pulling me towards her.

“Thanks babe, now it’s your turn.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. Her pussy was all red and stretched of the toy, and I wondered what would it felt like. She was already wet so I didn’t need to wait any longer. I was so horny after seeing my wife cum so beautifully that I just wanted to fuck the brains out of her. I started to thrust my dick in her pussy as hard as I could. I couldn’t help to notice how loose she was. Maybe this is the feeling I would get if fucked her after she had been with a guy well hung like Eric. Those thoughts made me even more aroused and I thrust harder..

“You can go harder babe.” she said. “I’m so loose that I can barely feel your little guy” she laugh.

That was too much for me. I started to thrust as fast as I could, and feeling the pressure in my balls I came instantly very hard.

“Shit, I love you Rach!” I cried as I filled her pussy with my cum.

Both tired, we lie side by side in the bed.

“Thanks babe, that was awesome.”

“It was good for me as well. Was it like you imagined?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure I couldn’t imagine it this way.” I answer jokingly. “Was everything true?”

“Well, most of it. You did make me cum again now in the end, the part about not feeling you as just to tease” she replies smirking.

“And the rest?”

“All true.” she gave me a straight answer.

“So, you do think that I have a small dick.”

“Babe…” she sighed. “Yes, let’s be honest. Five inches isn’t much.”

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you or that you can’t satisfy me.” she added quickly. “It’s just that, sometimes, I miss the feeling of being filled up by a big cock.’

“So do you want to keep using the toy?”

“No, I have a better idea.” a devilish grin appeared on her face.

“What?” I asked intrigued.

“Samantha is always bragging about the size of Mark’s dick, say that he is really big. What if I manage to talk her into swapping partners, would you be interested to?”

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Part two coming soon:

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“You know what I want?”

It was a question, not a statement.

She was silent. She’d been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn’t want.

He spoke again, softly into her ear, “You know what I want?”

She was silent still.

She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hands resting on her own thighs. He was holding her by her breasts, balancing her on his chest and abdomen. And he had his erection inside her vagina from behind.

Moving gently and slowly, he explored into her body with his erection and he could tell that she was apprehensive by the tension in her ribs and her upper arms as they crossed over his hands. Her biceps were quivering slightly with nervousness.

He asked her a third time, “You know what I want?” But still she said nothing.

He thought to himself, “Time to get some response.”

He reached down from her breasts to a knot about her waist and undid it quickly. The knot was in the corset lace and the corset was on the girl. He took the laces out to either side of her body, took a loop round each hand and slowly began to push his hands apart. The lace began to tighten, and then it began to run through the eyelets at the back of the corset, next to him. He could feel the two rows of eyelets moving together ever-so slowly. Almost imperceptibly. But not really imperceptibly because she felt it.

She murmured for the first time since he’d got her installed on his penis and lying on top of him. She didn’t speak but he could tell she noticed the tightening of the corset.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she groaned softly as her waist shrank an inch or so; and then he tied off the lace again, round at the front of her torso.

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Earlier that day, he’d made all the preparations for this evening. For himself, he’d laid out the items he needed for his own pleasure. Then he administered himself an enema; lying on the floor of his bathroom, on the special soft matting he had with the waterproof backing. It was only a small enema by his standards; two quarts, four pints, half a gallon. But it had done its job and he was cleansed.

After a shower, he dried himself carefully and went to the bedside, to take up the long-leg, high-waist panty girdle. It was one he’d kept for some years awaiting this day, and was no longer available in stores or on the Net. It was a white Custom Maid Style 299. It had long legs almost to his knees; a very firm set of panels, long bones at the front and back, a hook-and-zip fastener, and came up almost to his nipples. It took him some time to get into it because it was a waist-size 28 inches and he was 34, but the hips were right on him. “That’s what comes of wearing a woman’s girdle,” he said to himself. When he was installed in it, he surveyed himself in the long mirror. Then he reached down and pulled through the “comfort crotch” his starting erection. Of course, this crotch opening was designed to allow women to pee without taking off the girdle but it served his purpose equally well. “How thoughtful of them,” he mused to himself again, and smiled.

She had arrived in the early afternoon. They had known each other for five years, and they both had pleasure from the other. Each time they met in their first few months, he had made a suggestion to her for his pleasure and she’s said, “No, please. I don’t want that.” So he’d stopped asking and started planning.

Today, as usual, he helped her undress and also given her a small enema. This had been part of their routine over the years, and she thought nothing of it any more. Then she showered and he helped her dry with big fluffy towels

But corsetry was new to her and today she’d been intrigued by the garment he wore and also by the one he presented to her. She felt down over his girdled body, and marvelled at the tension and the construction of the garment. Before fitting her corset onto her, he’s asked her to wear a blindfold and she’d agreed. So she couldn’t see the extreme narrowness of the waist nor the yards and yards of lacing which would need to be pulled through the eyelets to make the corset close.

And so they cuddled and she enjoyed his hands on her and the way he massaged her breasts, and played gently with her labia and clitoris. Slowly, with no apparent haste or tension, they arrived at this position; with her lying on him backwards and him deep inside her. She could feel the strength of his erection, and also the taut fabric of his girdle against the back of her thighs and legs. And the tightening waist of her own corset, of course.

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Now, he resumed his hold on her breasts and moved his erection in and out of her a few times. He didn’t want to climax yet; not for a long time, but he wanted to remain stiff and “useful” inside her. He could feel the pressure of his own girdle on his skin, pressing on his diaphragm, and squeezing his own legs; and the tekirdağ escort circle of tense Lycra around his erection.

“You know what I want?” The same question and the same silence.

He massaged her nice breasts and squeezed them, which he knew she liked. She murmured her pleasure this time.

“Aaah,” quite a different sound. Definitely not a groan this time and her arms relaxed onto his hands and her own thighs,

“You know what I want?”

More silence and a return of the tension in her arms.

Reaching down to her waist, he undid the corset lace again, took the loops round each hand and started to tighten the corset. He knew all about this corset. It was made to measure and fitted her ribs perfectly and without pressure. Also, it fitted her hips with only a little pressure; say one inch less that her 38 inches. But the waist was a work of genius. By a clever arrangement of gores and positioning of the eyelets, he could reduce her waist to very small proportions indeed. He had asked the corsetiere to make the waist 16 inches; so that the closed measurements would create a woman’s figure of 36-16-38 inches. But his woman didn’t know that.

So he tightened the laces a little, for the second time and she made the “Oh-oh-oh” sound again. From the feel of her corseted body against his chest, he judged that her waist would be about 24 inches now.

He thought to himself, “A long way to go, lady. You’ll answer me soon.” As he thought it, he marvelled again at the tension and the smoothness of his own girdle; and the way it allowed him to mover her around without her skin sticking to his.

This time, he moved his hands to her waist and held her between his fingers and thumbs. As he moved into and out of her more times, he squeezed her waist a little and felt that there was a lot of flexibility. Squeezing as hard as he could, he felt the fabric of the corset bunch a little under hands, and knew that his next tightening could be more than the gently nudge of an inch or so.

He moved his hands up and down her body; holding and massaging her breasts and smoothing down to her pubic area, pressing on her mound and into her labia, and then round her sides to hold her hips and press on her buttocks a little. He pressed her buttocks together and then pulled them apart; and repeated this few times. She tensed as he did it and he knew what was in her mind.

“Time to persuade her more to her liking,” he thought, and moved his hands from her breasts to her mound.

Smoothly pressing his fingers into the crease either side of her clitoris, he set up a rhythm with his penis inside her and his right hand on her clit. Pressing gently with three fingers and moving them from side to side, he knew the rhythm she liked. Three motions on his fingers to every one of his penis.

He felt her relax on him as her pleasure started to rise. He could feel the mew moisture under his fingers and on his erection. She was building towards an orgasm. “And then, she’ll be more amenable,” he thought.

Sure enough, she became tense, arched her back as his rhythm continued. He was careful and restrained in his movement and his pressure. After a few minutes, her breathing became deeper and her legs started to tremble; until with a great gulp of air, she came to a massive orgasm.

“Ah. Ah. Oh. Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

He held her and stopped his stimulation because he knew from the past that she liked to settle quietly and with only her own hands on her body. She settled onto him and she could feel the girdle fabric next to her skin. And he became even more aware of the girdle as she settled with her warmed skin next to him.

She held her own breasts, and then her abdomen, and let her hands come to rest crossed on her mound; as if protecting herself. Her back stopped arching, legs stopped trembling, and breathing became normal. He let her become totally relaxed again and held her breasts. All was quiet.

“You know what I want?” came the question again, and he thrust his erection into her a little further as if to emphasis the urgency of her answer.

She made no reply and he moved his hands to her waist again, undid the laces and tightened the corset by more than last time. There was a response.

“Ugh. That’s tight,” she said

“It isn’t tight,” he corrected her as he tied off the laces into a bow at the front of the corset.

He re-commenced holding her breasts, feeling at her flat abdomen, and squeezing her waist; and all the time moving in and out of her delightful vagina.

And so it went on with the same question and non-response for five more times. And each time, the corset was tightened a little more. After these five intervals, she was beginning to pant for breath and at each tightening made her little murmuring sounds. He knew that her waist was now under 20 inches and he spent most of his time holding tokat escort her waist, while pumping his erection in an out of her vagina. Almost, he could reach round her waist with his fingers and thumbs; but not quite.

She had tried a few times to place her own hands on her waist to feel its smallness and to gain some comfort but he’d pushed her hands away each time. Now, her arms were outstretched either side of them both and resting on the bed.

“You know what I want?”

Silence and the movement of his hands to the knot; but this time was different. As he made a huge effort to shut down the corset onto her body, she spoke.

“No – more. Please. I – can’t — take — any – more. No-o-o-o-o. Pleeease,” she was gasping out the words.

“You know what I want?”

“Yes – I — know,” she said at last.

“What is it I want?” he asked his second question.

Silence and the undoing of the knot, and the final reduction of her waist; to the smallest he could manage from his recumbent position. But it was enough this time.

“No — more. No — more,” she gasped and tried again to hold her own waist, which he prevented until he had retied the knot.

Then she put her hands on her own waist and felt the hardness of the corset over her tiny rigid torso. She felt the bones and wrapped her fingers around her waist to any extent she would never have believed possible until then.

“Oh — my — god — what – have — you — done — to — me?” her voice was rising and she was on the point of a scream; a hysterical scream; as she felt the minute attenuation of her waist.

“What is it I want?” he insisted.

“You — want — me — in — my — bottom,” she said after five years of the knowledge but never having spoken it before.

“Yes. Be still. Tonight I shall take what I want,” he spoke softly into her ear close to his shoulder; not threatening, but the words rang in her head and she knew that resistance would be futile.

“I’m – bursting. You’ll – break — me. Please — let — me — out,” she pleaded through her rigidity.

“Soon. As soon as I have what I want. Then you can be free again,” he whispered.

He took hold of her waist and lifted her a little off his erection. Then he moved his hands so that he was holding her buttocks as they rested on his thighs, on top of his long girdle legs. Holding her buttocks open slightly, he positioned his erection at her anal opening.

She was well oiled, inside and out, and he pressed his stiff penis into the opening. Her body yielded again and he pressed a little more.

Now he took firm hold on her waist and used that to press her down onto his erection in her pulsing rectum.

“Oh – oh,” she groaned, “Oh – no, oh — my — Godddddd.”

Her eyes were closed and her head arched back against his shoulder. This wasn’t the first time she’d had anal experience. She’d worn butt-plugs for her own stimulation. But she’d had bad experience of anal sex many years before and avoided it ever since. And tonight, this man had immobilised her in a corset-prison and had her at his mercy. He was ploughing into her intestines. She had no pain or even discomfort but she had the knowledge of where he was and what he would be feeling, and how high he would reach. She felt used and possessed in a way that hadn’t happened before; and it was that knowledge that impressed itself on her imagination and her sensations. Partly, she felt disgusted but also intrigued by what was happening, and the sense that she was doing something unusual. Without actually forming the thought in her mind, she came close to wondering, “How many women have done this. I’m doing something rare and special.”

He was now plunging and raging in her rectum, and she was in danger of falling off his body. Her rigidity in the corset prevented her from holding herself in place, balanced on top of him. She tried putting her arms out to each side to gain some stability. When he thrust into her, he was pressing her waist down towards his feet. When he was pulling out of her, he was dragging her waist up towards his head. She was being flung around like a corseted rag doll and felt herself slipping to one side, as if to slide off him. His girdle made him more slippery, and she was aware of the tight fabric rubbing against her thighs and her buttocks.

It was then he took another hold on her body. A more rigorous and restraining grip. He placed his left arm across her waist and took hold of her right hip. His right hand moved up to her throat, took a grip under her chin, and forced her head further back over his shoulder. She was being stretched out, almost as if on the rack, and still he was plunging and bucking under her.

His orgasm began to build up, and his movements became more extreme. Within his tight girdle, he could feel the tensions of his climax developing high up in his girdle-contained waist trabzon escort and progressing down his abdomen. He felt the excitement spreading over his groin and adding to the pressure and the pleasure of the girdle. The squeezing pressure of the open crotch around his engorged penis seemed to enlarge him further and he experienced some more resistance to his movements in and out of her slimy anus. He wanted to move more vigorously, to add more sensation in his nervous system. He just wanted to empty himself into the bowels of this lovely woman in her corset with the tiny waist. He wasn’t concerned over her anxiety, or her body discomfort, or the fact that she was being thrown around like a corset-stiffened doll.

For her, these minutes were the worst of her sex-life. She was being squeezed into an impossible shape by the corset, stretched out like a victim of the Inquisition, thrown up and down as if she were on a boat in a storm; and her intestines were under a constant throbbing assault which she could feel high up in her chest. She could only just breathe in time with the movements but she was coming to the end of endurance in these conditions.

“Oh — oh — oh,” she gasped in time with his thrusts, but began to panic as well.

“Aah — aah — eeh — eeh.” She was on the point of screaming again.

And then he came – massively – inside her, with his own exclamation, “Aaaaghh.”

She heard it and her panic receded as his movements relaxed, and so he became still. She could feel just the pumping of his juices into her body; the springing of his erection; the movement of his testicles against her buttocks as he tried to press into her as much of his body as possible.

He relaxed his hold on her throat and placed both of his hands on her waist again. He held and squeezed her waist as he withdrew from her rectum. He wanted to hold that waist for hours, until his erection rebuilt itself and he could take her again. But good sense prevailed, and he moved her to one side, and slipped from under her. She lay on the bed, still trussed up like a full sized Barbie doll, with an impossible figure. Except, of course, that it was possible and she was the living proof. He raised himself on one elbow, removed her blindfold, and leaned over to kiss her face. Which was wet with tears and she still gasped for breath.

Raising himself further he kissed over her breasts and down onto the corset; nuzzling and kissing with his lips all the way down the front busk-fastening to her groin and finally pressed his mouth into her mound. She was still and silent but for a gentle residual sob. She felt down to her waist and pressed her fingers around the tightened figure, and the sobbing stopped. Her eyes opened wide, she marvelled at her own figure, and turned to look straight into his eyes.

“That’s amazing,” she said, “I didn’t know I could do that.”

He kissed her full on the mouth and they exchanged a closeness with their tongues even as she held her waist and he held one breast.

“That’s so exciting. I didn’t know,” she was discovering new sensations and also new expectations from this man.

He knelt up and undid the knot at the waist, at the front of the corset. Immediately, it began to open at the back, out of his sight, and he could see the relaxation of her waist. He rolled her onto her side and worked to open the corset further at the back lacing. Eventually, perhaps after perhaps two minutes, it was sufficiently open at the back and he rolled her back to face upwards. Then he unclipped the six pins of the busk, and the corset fell open either side of her.

Instinctively, she reached to her waist and began to massage the marked and reddened skin. And he joined her in the massage. He leaned down and kissed the marks and the creases, and she placed her hand on his head. It was a precious gentle and sentimental moment. He lay down facing towards her, and spoke softly into her ear; telling of his love and his appreciation of the excitement she had given him. She knew that he was thankful; and admired her for the strength of her body and the pliability of her figure inside the corset. And so they slumbered a few minutes. She with the corset open either side of her, and him still in the now-soiled tight long-leg panty girdle. He felt at himself in the firm boned and zippered fabric; and she reached over and smoothed her hand over his body also.

“That’s nice,” she murmured, “fits you will and holds you well. Hmmm.”

After a few minutes, he rose from the bed and took off the girdle. Then he bathed her; kneeling on the floor outside the bath as she languished and moved around to let him cleanse her totally. As a last movement, he pressed his fingers gently into her anus and allowed some of the warm soapy water to swill around the opening.

After that they dressed, and made another date. He wanted more. She didn’t know what she wanted; except that this man had given her sensations, pleasures and fears that no other had. She wanted more of what he could give her. And if it meant more corseting; well, she was pleased at the knowledge of her tiny waist and the concentration of her erotic sensations.

At least now she could answer “Yes” to his question, “You know what I want?” And next time she could do that with more eagerness.

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I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight.

I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of management, they were right but it was a struggle never the less. Sally had a strange career path in the fact that she was a working as an apprentice in a tattoo parlour. She had started the course off her own back because she did not like working for other people and eventually wanted to start her own business. This was good that she had ambition, but I hadn’t ever known anyone who had worked in one of those places, and I felt a little uneasy but also curious at the same time.

I had an invite to the studio one Saturday, it was to see Sally at work, which I readily accepted. The artist would prepare the area, place the stencil and outline and Sally would colour the rest of the tattoo, only the simple easy ones that had one or two colours, but not ones that needed shading. She was good, she had a talent and she knew it, but the owner of the parlour “Kev”, a big man with both arms fully covered and a massive amount of rings through his ears kept holding her back saying that she needed to learn slowly and realise that if she went rushing in then sooner or later she is going to screw up and make a mistake that could and would probable follow her as long as she was an artist. You see Sally was very independent and loved to take control, she could take criticism but only in small doses and only from people she respected, she liked Kev, and realised it was important to try and get on with him but she did not actually class him as a friend. Sally simply wanted her own shop.

Time went on and we started to see more and more of each other and then eventually I tried it on, I did all the usual things, a good night out with lots of alcohol, I got her drunk on Brandy and babycham, she was legless, so I called a taxi and took her home, we kissed, cuddled, kissed some more and before I knew it we were both stark naked on the bed, it was one of the best but surprising night I had ever had, She was a virgin, I knew she never talked about old boyfriends but I just thought it was because she kept things private, I had never broke a virgin in before, it was great, but I don’t know if it was because of her being a Virgin or the fact that I had deliberately got her drunk but I felt unbelievably guilty.

Over the next few weeks we talked about her being a virgin and why she had never had sex before, she explained that there was no one she had ever liked that much before, and so what was the point in having sex with someone you knew you weren’t likely to end up with, “END UP WITH”, did she mean she wanted to end up with me, my mind raced, but I soon came to realise that we were meant to be together and so one Friday night I proposed to her and she said yes. Within a week she had moved in to my flat and we started to settle down.

About two weeks later we were both lying on the couch watching TV, when she quietly said Dave, yes I replied, do you love me, yes I replied, can I give you a ring? What sort of ring I asked, an engagement ring, one to show that we are together and always will be a couple. I thought shit, I hadn’t mentioned rings because of the cost and the fact that we were saving for a house. I said why bother and we needed to save, she got up off the couch stood in front of me and said “I want to give you a ring”, I don’t want one back, will you let me. Yes okay give me a ring I said, she came to me, kissed me and took me to bed where we had the most wonderful sex ever. The next day she phoned me at work and asked me to finish early so that she could give me my surprise, and that I was to meet her at her work.

I reached the parlour at about 5.30pm and was worrying a little because I was about two hours late, I hadn’t taken my mobile with me and thought that she was going to go wild. I got to the parlour and went to open the door but it was wouldn’t open, I pushed the door a couple of times, rattling the steel ironwork behind the door but it was locked, I turned around and straight in front of me was Sally, sorry I’m late but, SSSSSHHHHHH don’t worry about it, I knew you would come, and she gently kissed me and then said come on, and opened the door.

Inside was cold and a little dark, she put the lighting on and I said where are we going for the ring. She looked at me and said “nowhere just here” what do you mean I said?, Dave do you love me, YES, do you trust me, YES, then sit down and Ill give you your ring, what a tattoo, you mean a tattoo, yes she said, a lovely tattoo, one that will join us forever, now if you love me sit down, shut up, and do not speak until I have finished. I was gobsmacked, I looked at her and I don’t know why but I just said okay and sat down. She cleaned my hand and then said “remember, be quiet”, and then produced a cloth scarf and blind folded me. I kept quiet, my mind racing about what was about to happen, and had a massive erection at the same time. The first thing I heard was a loud bussing that lasted for half a second, then again but a little longer, but I felt no pain, what was she doing, why was she teasing me, she must be testing it I thought, but bursa escort then she picked up my left hand and I felt the pain, the sharp intense almost burning pain, it hurt, it really hurt, but after a couple of minutes the pain eased. I was trying to picture in my mind what pattern she was doing, how large and no matter how I tried I could not follow it.

The actual tattoo took longer than what I thought but after turning and twisting my hand and finger countless times and always being in a constant state of arousal with a hard-on she stopped tattooing and said “there, its finished”. She untied the blindfold and I looked at my finger, I sat there looking in silence, my wedding ring finger was tattooed with a most intricate pattern, it looked like a series of intertwining knots which were multi coloured, blue, red, black, green, I lost count, but the tattoo reached completely from the knuckle to the first joint of the finger, it was huge, and it went all the way round my finger, not a gap, not a speck of normal skin colour, my mind was going ten to the dozen, ranging from work, friends, family, Sally, “well, do you like it”, I looked at her still in a state of shock and said, “I love it”, and kissed her and gave her a big hug and we just made love on the tattoo parlour reclining chair, after we had finished making love she looked at me and said “you are mine now”. Over the next few days you will have to keep it clean and don’t pick at the scabs, she said. Over the following week I tried to keep it clean as much as possible but the scabs formed, and fell off, I had a slight infection on the top closest to my knuckle, but I was up until then a tattoo virgin.

We were again watching TV when Sally gently pulled my finger to her eyes and started to inspect it, it needs touching up, you’ve lost some colour and the edges are weak, you didn’t look after it properly. Do you like it and did you like having it done, yes and yes I replied. Good she said, then wait here, she went to the bedroom and came back with a selection of colours and the tattoo gun, what are you doing I said, Just what you want she replied, and remember keep quiet.

As the first needle prick punctured my skin I again got the hugest erection, Sally looked at me and said “this really turns you on doesn’t it”, it must do I replied, and just sat there whilst she started to touch up the coloured parts. She then got changed guns and started to outline the edges once more, but this time instead of stopping at the first joint of my finger she continued the pattern past the knuckle and slowly kept going, I had had my instructions to keep quiet but had to fight to keep my mouth shut. Once she reached the tip I realised there was no point in saying anything because if I did then I would have a finger covered in black lines and no colour. The tattooing continued, twisting and turning my hand as she did so. Eventually she wiped all the excess ink off along with the blood, placed the gun on the living room table, cane towards me and without a word just smiled, kissed me long and sensuous, and then unbuttoned my jeans to let my long lasting erection spring out of my pants, not a word was spoken, she just went down on me, it was the first time she had done this and it was great, she was gentle and firm at the same time, she started off at just the top and slowly worked up and down until all of me was inside her throat. I just lay back and enjoyed the ride, all the time looking and inspecting my one and only coloured finger, it was completely coloured from knuckle to tip in bright colours the knot was the same but below it was a maze of tiny images, I looked closely and they were dragons, bright richly coloured dragons. I just came, and Sally just kept on sucking and swallowing, once she came up she was silent and smiled, she came to me and pushed her tongue straight into my mouth, I thought what about the spunk, but I had just had the best blowjob ever and I thought what the hell, she hadn’t swallowed all of it I soon realised as I had a mouthful of salty slimy sperm. I just thought sod it and carried on kissing her and in seconds had another major erection. We did not make love but we had wild frantic sex, it was great, it was different to our normal love making, it was wild untamed anything goes type sex, and it opened our eyes to what we had been missing.

Monday morning I was sacked from my job. It was inappropriate to have a trainee manager with tattoos that were in open view, I was gutted but had been expecting it or something similar. I sat there in the flat waiting for Sally, it seemed ages but when she came home she already knew, she had tried to phone me at work to see what was happening when my boss told her that she had ruined my career and how would I ever get a decent job again. He was right of course but if I had to choose between my career and upsetting Sally then There would be no contest, Sally would come first every time. And this is what I said to sally, we made love talked and just lay there in each others arms. Three weeks later I was still unemployed, loads of interviews but the moment they see the finger its all over. I did not know what to do, where to go, nothing and I seemed to start slipping in effort, I could not or would not bother to do much, just sit there moping.

Can I pierce your ears Sally said, why not, çanakkale escort it will be different, will it hurt I asked? “Very much” she said, I want to use a dermal punch on them, a what I said? A dermal punch, its like what they use for punching holes in leather, once its done I shall fit a gold spacer tube to help keep it open and help stop infection. You will have tiny see through holes in your ear lobes. You will look great.

The next thing I knew we were in the tattoo parlour and had ice packs on my ears trying to deaden them so the pain would be less. I was again lying on the reclining chain, but the next thing that happened surprised me, she said I want to handcuff you to stop you jumping out of the chair and hurting yourself, okay feel free I said. I was handcuffed and again blindfolded, I knew I had to be quiet before she even told me. She started to fiddle with my left ear lobe and I felt something being lined up, she seemed to take ages but then there was the worst pain I had ever had and a loud popping noise, I knew she had removed the centre of my lobe and I could feel blood dripping onto my neck, she sprayed something onto it and then quickly started to pull and push at my ear, and after some severe pain and a short amount of time it was done. One down and one to go she said, as she kissed me, The pain was intense and even after it still hurt, but it was what Sally wanted, I loved her and would do anything for her and she knew it. She moved to the right side and again I felt her align something onto my earlobe and again an almighty pain shot through me, this didn’t hurt as much as the left one but after it was done, still blind folded I gently shook my head and my ears felt different, heavier, they touched the side of my head as I shook. She kissed me again and still handcuffed and blindfolded she undid my jeans and gently pulled out me semi-hard dick, the next thing she done puzzled me, she got one of the ice packs and held it on the underside of my dick. It obviously went small and I was wondering what she was going to do when she polled my foreskin back and I felt a sharp short pain, she had pierced my dick, she pulled and tugged a little and then said “there all finished”, no sex for a week for you. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I had gone in to have my ears pierced and ended up having my dick done.

She undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold and I looked down at my dick, there on the back of my dick coming straight through the hole was a gold ring, “its called a prince Albert” she said, fucking excellent I said, but what do you mean I wont be having sex for a week, you are going to have to keep it clean, your urine will help it heal quickly and you can always service me with your mouth.

She held up a mirror and I saw that she wasn’t kidding about punching holes in my ears, Jesus, what size hole did you put in, there huge. 9mm she said, to start with. I looked at my ears and they looked like they had been stretched and had large gold tubes in them. Well they’re different, I said, they’ll take some getting used to. She just smiled and asked me if I liked them and I said YES.

In a matter of weeks I had had my entire wedding finger tattooed, my ears ringed and my dick pierced, time was flying, and I have to admit to myself I loved all of it and Sally knew it.

The job interviews were a waste of time, I could only get factory jobs doing labouring and there was no way |I was going to do that. Sally and I were laying in bed one morning when she said “why don’t we open our own shop”, how do you mean I said, You know rent a shop and start doing tattooing and piercing. Its very popular and with you helping me I am sure we could make it succeed. Lets go for it I said, but where are we going to start. Don’t worry I have already found a place, it’s a bit dirty and needs decorating, but its cheap and with the savings we have already made we can afford the first twelve months rent easily.

Four weeks later and hands covered with blisters the shop was ready, and to celebrate we placed a half page advert in our local newspaper. The day of the opening was quiet, we had half a dozed men and women come in to look around and a young man came in to have tribal arm work done. We had not made out fortune but we had made a start. Over the following months I would become the apprentice and would start by colouring in single colour parts the same as Sally had done. I helped with and learnt the piercing process’s, we were making money and we were fast becoming comfortable. Occasionally when we had quiet days Sally would practice alternative piercing on me like my scrotum, and the rim that runs around the head of my dick (dydoe), I soon eventually became quite a sight, I had fourteen piercing’s in each ear, my septum done, both eyebrows and my tongue twice. I had never been able to entice Sally to carry on with the tattooing on me, she always said “wait, be patient”, she had not made her mind up on how she wanted to cover me. I once suggested that I could tattoo myself and she had a fit, if you do you’ll regret it, she promised. I didn’t dare continue the questioning.

Days, weeks months had passed and the business was doing okay, when a lady came in and asked if we did permanent makeup. No not yet said Sally, but we will be soon and had the lady’s phone rize escort number and said that she would call her when she was confident and capable. The lady left and I turned to Sally and said “what’s permanent makeup”, she said it was a form of tattooing that mimicked normal cosmetics and she had read that the permanent makeup business was really taking off and we needed to get into the line so as we could get an early start. We spent the next week looking up everything we could find on the internet about tattooed makeup, and soon realised that we needed to try it on someone, I asked Sally if I could de her and she said no way, you are not experienced enough and that it ought to be her that tattoos me, get stuffed I said. There’s no way that I am going to have makeup tattooed on. She didn’t speak to me for the next three days, no sex, no food, nothing. On the fourth day I said that this couldn’t continue and it was ridiculous that she would even contemplate turning me into a woman. She looked at me and said that she was a highly skilled tattoo artist and that she would not do anything to me that would hurt me, she loved me and if and when she did the technique she would only use subtle colours and would make a perfect job of it. And if after completing the process I did not like it she would pay for the laser treatment to have it removed. I said that she wasn’t playing fair and just as usual eventually I just caved in.

The day was a Tuesday it was sunny and well into the seventies, when she said that the shop would not be opening in the morning because she had a little surprise for me. I knew this day would come and I dreaded it, she had me lie back onto the tattooing chair, she than pulled out a digital camera and said that she needed before and after shots to show people what is possible. She then started to apply some sort of topical anaesthetic to my eyes, I froze to the chair the time seemed to pass very slowly and after about two to three minutes she said that she was going to give me eyeliner, upper and lower and again keep quiet and still. The initial thought of someone coming close to my eyes with a needle scared me, but I decided that I trusted her and that if we were to have a future I should show this. The first sting of the needle hurt but not as bad as I was expecting, she slowly worked on my right eye first, she said that she had to complete the upper and lower on each eye first because of the swelling and she worked quickly, I tried to look and see what colour she was using but couldn’t manage to see. She then placed a cold wet cotton pad over my right eye and then started to do my left, carefully repeating the stroking lines left to right each time. Eventually she again wiped my eye and placed another cold wet cotton pad over my left eye and told me to keep still. I sat there thinking what colour has she done, how wide has she gone, I had felt her exceed my eye rim whilst tattooing me but due to the anaesthetic and endorphins kicking in I was unsure. Then I felt her wipe my mouth over with some sort of damp cloth and again told me to keep still, then the buzzing started all over again, she was tattooing around the edge of my mouth. I am sure I started to cry under the cotton pads, but still kept quiet and still. I felt her trace the lower and then the upper rim on my lip with the tattoo ink, I actually started to get hard again below and Sally noticed, she just gently rubbed my jeans and then carried on tattooing me.

She sat back and wiped my lips to get the blood and the excess ink off again, why was she doing this to me, did she love me, if she did then why?

Sally removed the eye pads and again got the digital camera to take more shots of the before and after photos. She held a mirror to my face and I just stared mouth open, my eyes seemed larger because they were surrounded with thick jet black lines and even had little ticks at the ends of the eyes to exaggerate the eye. I looked down and saw my lips, they had been lined with a very dark red ink, and the centre had a high cupids bow again highly exaggerated. I just stood there saying nothing, just realising that there was no turning back now, without Sally I was ruined, no one would want me, I would not be able to work. I looked at Sally and said “thank you”, she kissed me on the lips gently and then on each eye gently and said now lets go home to bed. Before we left Sally phoned the lady who wanted the permanent makeup done and told her that she was happy that she had perfected the technique and had a living subject to show her. An appointment was made for the following Thursday. We went home and made love only this time it was different, Sally got on top and literally fucked me. The following Thursday The lady turned up and was introduced to me, she at first looked puzzled as to why a young man would let this be done to him, she closely inspected my eyeliner and said to Sally “perfect”, and “do you do eye shadow”, Sally looked at me and said within the next seven days I will, I almost came in my pants as she said this. The lady had the eyeliner done and we carried on as usual, I had a few stares at first and these soon subsided, but shortly after the initial tattooed makeup was applied a middle aged woman came into the shop and asked to speak to the owner. She and Sally had a long talk in the other side of the shop and then left, I asked who she was and Sally said that she was a local TV produced who was looking for alternative ideas to do programmes on and that she had heard of the tattooed eyeliner and lip liner off one of her friends and that on Saturday she wanted to come and film me having the next stage of the process done. We would be paid six thousand pounds as long as I was willing to be made over.

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‘This is the day. This is the day’ Andy repeated the mantra all the way to the batter’s box.

“Bottom of the ninth and batting last is every one’s favorite SysAdmin. With runners on second and third and a score of 2 to 4 with two outs — it all comes down to this. So far it’s been an epic battle between sales and IT in this year’s company softball tournaments. Yes sir, it’s all down to this at bat to see if the boys of IT can break the 5 year loosing streak against the folks of the sales department.”

‘Will someone shut that idiot up’ Andy thought bitterly and then quickly cleared the thoughts from his head. There was too much riding on this to get angry… ‘This is the day. This is the day…’

“Swing and a miss. At this point the hairy geek has got to be sweating more than a harlot in church on an Alabama Sunday summer morning.”

‘What the hell? Did Harry Caray have a one night stand with a southern minister?’ Andy shook his head and focused on the pitcher. Just one hit and his plan would come to fruition. Just one hit and he’d take the whole IT team back to the house and share his home, his food, his wife and his wine. This gang bang was the one thing that brought his department together to try one more time to beat those asses from sales. She didn’t know this was coming, but this very scenario has been her most passionate fantasy ever since he’d known her and she loves surprises so this should…

“What is the big man thinking? He didn’t even swing at that one. So this is strike two. Looks like this is going to be a Casey At The Bat story. So folks I’d like to thank you for taking part in this year’s tournament. Seat cushions provided by Parson’s Pest Control. Do you have-“

‘Will that old redneck shut up! God, I hate that poem. This will be the day. This will be the…’

“Holy Mother! The geek’s gotten a hold of that one. Is it… Is it… It is! It’s out of the park ladies and gentleman. The streak is broken. IT five, sales four. The IT department wins. The IT department WINS!”

‘This is the fucking day.’ Andy was all smiles while he jogged around the bases. As he rounded third base he saw his team running to meet him at the home plate.

“Boys”, he shouted, “the party’s at my house!”

2

“So when are we going to get down to this?” Michael asked as he squinted into the late afternoon sun. The nine guys of the IT team lounged around Andy’s back patio. The smell of the last of the barbecue was mingled with the smell of fresh cut grass from a neighbor’s yard. From the look on his teammate’s faces Andy knew he couldn’t make them wait much longer.

“OK. You guys start getting your women out of here and I’ll go get Catherine ready.”

“Get me ready for what?”

Andy’s face sunk as he heard the back door open and the sound of the wives and girlfriends spill out onto the patio. Amidst howls and cheers from the guys Andy met his wife before she made it too far onto the patio.

“Honey, I have a surprise for you” Andy said using his smoothest voice as he led her back into the house.

3

“You set up what?” Catherine asked as her face showed a mask of fear, anger and… interest.

“I checked with every guy, they’re all clean. They are into this and they promised to be discrete.” Andy was starting to feel as if the walls of their bedroom were closing in on him. “This is the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

“That’s not the point! You should of talked to me about this.”

“But you said you wanted this to be a surprise?” It was Andy’s turn to show a mix of emotion: fear, confusion and a hint of hope.

Catherine took a steadying breath and tried to calm her voice “But you big dummy, I started my period today.”

Andy now understood her anger, he forgot about biology. With a sheepish, half grin he suggested “We could… uhm… go ahead anyway. I don’t think the guys would mind?”

“But I would!” Catherine’s anger was returning. How dare he surprise her like this?

“OK. OK. We’ll just forget it. I’ll go break it to the guys; they’ll understand. They’re geeks and are used to disappointment. I’ll find another way to make it up to them… somehow.” Shaking his head sadly Andy turned towards the door.

“Oh bullshit. Don’t you try to guilt me like that.” Catherine’s tone froze Andy in his tracks. He realized he’d gone too far. Andy slowly turned back towards his wife. He was bracing for the storm that he’d caused. But what he saw shocked him; his wife was smiling.

“I know you were trying to do something for me and your work friends. You were trying. So give me a few minutes to see if I can figure out something. You run along…” There was a long pause and Andy could almost hear the wheels turning in her head “… and play with the guys.”

Andy opened his mouth to say something but Catherine shushed him. “No questions. Go.” And with that Catherine all but kicked him out of their home.

4

Nathan looked at his boss with concern “What düzce escort do you think she’s planning?”

The question hung in the air for a long time. The crickets were active and the moon was midway up the sky. The guys had been banished to the back yard for several hours now. The only clues about what was awaiting them was the sound of cars coming and going and the stray giggles that could be heard escaping each time the front door was opened and closed. The one time they tried to go inside they were greeted with screams of ‘Get out’, a case of beer, a gallon of tea and a mandate to piss in the tree line if they needed.

Andy shook his head and finally replied “I don’t know man, I really don’t know.”

About 15 minutes before eleven the backdoor opened and Catherine stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing a company league softball uniform.

“OK! Listen up boys. It’s game time.” Catherine’s voice boomed across the patio and echoed into the night. She strode onto the patio, followed by the rest of the women. They all wore company softball uniforms.

Catherine stared at the guys who were all dumbfounded. She cocked her head and took a moment to look each man dead in the eye. A smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

“Damn it men, go get your asses in uniform. We have a fucking game to play.”

At that last comment the guys looked to Andy for a clue as to what they should do. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for them to head into the house. With that the guys started to file into the house to get their game bags. As Andy started to follow his teammates, a soft hand pulled him to the side. Thinking Catherine wanted to explain what was going on he waited. After the last of the guys disappeared into the house Catherine, Micheal’s wife Sarah and John’s girlfriend Angie surrounded him as the back door was closed. Angie was almost unable to stop herself from giggling as she put her face near Andy’s and asked, in a tinkling voice, “And where do you think you were going?”

Andy shrugged, hesitated for a moment and said in a confused voice “Umm… with the rest of the team?”

Sarah starred at him, unblinking and cold. She raised one eyebrow and said “But she said for the men to go get dressed.” The stress on ‘men’ wasn’t lost on Andy. It was at that moment that he noticed the telltale bulges in the women’s tight fitting uniform pants.

“Guys let him be. Andi will understand soon enough. Angie would you make sure all the rest of the team gets to the field no sooner than 2:00am. Keep them… entertained until then. Sarah and I have to get our star ready.” The way Catherine said his name, in a girlish, singsong way, did little to calm his growing concern.

As Andy watched Angie bounce into the house a knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Catherine saw him go pale and said, with mock sympathy, “Ah… what’s the matter Honey? Don’t you like surprises?

5

A silent stalemate set in on the patio while the three heard everyone exit the house, vehicles start, and then cars driving off into the night.

“Where’s everyone going?” Andy tried to sound nonchalant but it came out in a pinched, quiet whisper.

Keeping with her cold persona, Sarah replied over her shoulder as she headed into the house. “They are going to a strip club to get ready for the main show later tonight.”

Catherine grabbed Andy’s upper arm and led him into his own house. With a sarcastic voice Catherine added, “Come on sweetie. We have to go get you ready.” Once the trio entered the master bedroom, the women sat Andy on his bed and stood over him. Andy finally found his voice. “What exactly do you have in mind? The guys go to a strip club and I have to sit it out?”

“Not exactly dear” his wife said. Putting her hands on her hips, Catherine took on a slow, friendly voice. It was the type of voice you would use explaining a complicated problem to a child. “Quite to the contrary silly. You will be the center of attention.” For the first time Sarah’s facade broke as a slight giggle escaped her deep red lips. Catherine, ignoring her partner, continued. “I know you are a good man, and that you were trying to bring your team together, so we’re going to help you. If a gangbang is what it is going to take to reward them, then they’re going to get one.”

Andy wasn’t sure where this was going but it didn’t feel like a place he wanted it to. Always hopeful, he suggested “So you’re getting a stripper for this?” His comment elicited a belly laugh from both of the women. Before they had even caught their breath Catherine let out, “No silly gurl, you won’t have to strip.”

Andy’s heart sunk. As the women finished their laughter, Sarah walked over to the bathroom door and grabbed a plastic shopping bag. Catherine resumed her boss posse, hands on her hips with a stern look on her beautiful face. “You promised the guys that they’d get to fuck a hot slut and, since edirne escort I love you, I’m going to help you keep that promise. It’s really the same plan. The only difference is that you are going to be the hot slut.”

Andy’s head was rolling, but he was, by trade, a problem solver. “How about one of the other women? Did you ask them if they wanted to take the role. I mean the fantasy is common enough.” While he started strong, the last sentence came out more like a pleading petition than a strong suggestion.

“Oh, I did! But,” Catherine let a pregnant pause fill the room. She leaned forward and, putting her lips inches from his face, she finished in a soft, sexy tone, “they liked my idea better.” The smile that spread across her face was a mix of triumph, eroticism and just a hint of pure evil. Catherine tweaked his nose, stood up and began to pace in front of him. “You see, you shared one of my deepest, most personal fantasies with everyone in your office. I told you that in confidence, in the throws of passion. Your betrayal of that privacy hurt me, deeply.”

Catherine’s smile slid from her face for the briefest of moments. In that moment, Andy realized the mistake he’d made. He had hurt the person he loved more than anything else in the world. Catherine saw the look of pain on her husband’s face and for a moment considered backing out of her plan, but that moment passed and she rationalized to herself that even if she wanted to back out now she couldn’t. The plan was already set in motion.

“Ah, sweetie. I know you didn’t try to hurt me.” She bent down and lightly touched the side of his face. She looked deep into his big brown eyes and saw that he knew he was in the wrong. He couldn’t hold her glaze and had to look down. Catherine lightly brought his chin up so she once again had his eyes.

“But you did.” her voice matching the sadness in her husband’s eye. “However,” her tone becoming hopeful, “you can fix it and make everything even.” The tears that had started to form at the corner of Andy’s eyes began to dry as he asked “How?”

“Tit for tat dear. You gave away one of my secrets so I get to give away one of yours.” She stood up and pulled over the chair from her makeup table. She sat down and leaned towards her husband like a conspirator in a some great scheme.

“You see, after we exiled you and the guys to the backyard, I talked to the girls. And while a couple of the women even volunteered to help you guys out you had hurt us, all of us. You hurt them by offering their spouses a way to cheat on them, you hurt me by telling everyone my desires and you hurt all of us by not being honest. So I came up with a plan. First I pulled up your computer and showed the girls those sites you like to browse at night?” Andy looked confused, he often caught up on tech news after he got home from work. Catherine saw his confusion and smiled. “Oh, I don’t mean the boring ones. I showed them the fun ones.”

Andy’s mouth went slack as his wife continued.

“I pulled the sites up for all the everyone to see and we went through your history.”

Andy’s eyes went wide. He enjoyed pornography and had never been shy about sharing it with Catherine. In turn, she shared the porn she liked with him. That’s when he first learned about her group sex fantasies. His taste for porn was wide and varying. He liked women, lesbians, lingerie, group, straight, and even a little bit of gay male stuff. But he knew at once what sites she had shown them. “Crossdressers.” The word escaped his lips against his will. It was the one fetish he had that was the hardest one for him to accept. As such it had taken a long time for him to share it with his wife.

Sarah took that as her cue to pull a pair of white stockings with bright red bows from the bag and drop them on the bed.

Catherine’s voice took on a tone of evil joy. “Here’s the deal honey. Tonight you can make amends to me, the other women and give your guys the reward you promised them. All you have to do is, how should I say, take one for the team.” Andy heard Sarah mutter something under her breath about ‘more than one’ but he ignored it.

“And if I can’t?” Andy really didn’t think he could go through with it. This was too much.

Shrugging her shoulders Catherine added, “Then all of the women have promised to never mention what they know about you to their men. The guys will go to the strip club thinking that a night with the dancers was their reward. And they will go back to work on Monday thinking you had bit off more than you could chew. Life will go on for everyone.”

Catherine let another pause hang before she added in a slightly hurt tone, “Except you will have to live knowing that you have betrayed my trust and didn’t try to make it up to me when you had the chance.” She knew he was just trying to make her fantasy a reality and really couldn’t think badly of her husband. He didn’t mean to hurt her and she felt no great animosity towards elazığ escort him. So as she looked down at her husband’s shocked face she knew she was playing an evil game. But what Andy didn’t know was that she had other group sex fantasies; ones she hadn’t shared with him yet. The one she had in mind put her husband of over a decade in the staring role of just such a situation. When else would she get a chance like this?

Andy just sat on the bed he and his wife shared feeling like a monster. What had been an attempt to make everyone happy had just been turned on its head. For a moment he thought hard about saying no. Fantasy and pornography was one thing but these were his friends, neighbors and co-workers. He knew he couldn’t face them come Monday morning. But as he looked up at his wife he knew he would do anything for her. And, if he was honest with himself, he’d seen a few transvestite gangbang videos that he found incredibly arousing. He took a deep breath, looked at the women, and asked with a great deal of resignation “What do I have to do?”

6

The woman hopped up and down squealing like school girls. The smiles that they shared almost made him change his mind.

“OK, first off you have to be more… feminine. ” Sarah, the icy persona now lost for the moment, said in a surprisingly giddy tone. She waved her hand up and down in his direction. “That means all that hair has got to go.” With that, the women all but drug him to the shower and began to strip him.

While Andy normally wouldn’t have had an issue with two women stripping him down, he suddenly felt very self-conscience. Sure he was going to be dolled up but he still wanted to give a good impression. However, Andy was a grower and not a shower. And with everything that had just went down he didn’t feel much like growing. “Uhm, ladies can I have a moment to myself. I .. err.. need… uhm … yea”.

Reading his mind, Catherine chided him. “Give it up you little slut. For the next few hours you’re our bitch and what you call your ‘cock’ isn’t an issue. You don’t even get to have a cock, you have….” Catherine drew a blank that Sarah was happy to fill in. “You have a clitty.” Catherine and Sarah both shared another giggle at this idea. Andy started to grow bright red. With that Sarah undid his fly and dropped his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She glanced down at his crotch and giggle “Yep, a little sissy clitty.” The mild humiliation was actually arousing him; he felt more and more like he might be able to make a good impression after all.

The women were giggling at his obvious arousal. They began to alternate between touching him and each other. “Hey Cat, I think she likes it.” Catherine nodded and added. “Oh, you have no idea how much he likes this. I mean he gets off on the most outlandish stuff. I mean we’ve been in bed after she’s spent the evening looking at the ‘gurls’ and you wouldn’t believe some of the fantasies she comes up with. ‘Put me in panties.’ ‘Make be suck cock.’ ‘I want to be your slut.” Catherine stopped to wipe tears that her giggling had caused. “Oh man, his cock… err… her clitty gets so hard she almost shakes.” Both women broke into more laughter at Catherine’s mocking. As Andy continued to remove his clothing, their giggling gave way to a deep tongue kiss.

Andy couldn’t believe it. Here was his wife telling her friend some of his most twisted fantasies. He felt betrayed, shocked and, most surprising of all, unbelievably aroused. He no longer had anything to fear about making a good first impression; his cock was harder than it had been in a long time.

The women broke their embrace and Catherine stopped to look at Sarah. “Wait! Men get to have two hot women playing with them.” She look at Andy with a serious expression. “This is your last chance. We can stop now and go no further. But,” Catherine paused long enough to stroke Sarah’s breasts through the uniform with an opened mouth moan, “you live with your choice.” Catherine’s hand roamed lower on Sarah’s body. “However, if you accept, for tonight only, you quit being a man. You are going to be transformed into a gangbang gurl. Are you sure you want to go on?” Catherine was now masturbating Sarah through her uniform. Sarah’s mouth was forming the classic O shape. Andy didn’t think she was faking it. At this point he was quite enjoying himself and the live show that was happening in front of his eyes. He quickly accepted with a short, croaking “Yes”. Catherine nodded at her partner in crime and the women shared a quick, knowing look. They were sure that their plan would work.

It was now Sarah’s turn to torment Andy. “Although”, she started, “you won’t be a woman either.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “I mean look at those ugly balls.” To drive her point home, she slapped his testicles with the palm of her hand. She was none too gently either. “So you obviously not a woman. You’re going to be a ‘gurl’ and our little bitch.” This was delivered with another slap of his now sore balls. The change in tone, and pain, was quickly deflating his erection. “You’re going to be our bitch, our little slut.” Sarah added three more shots to his balls in quick succession, the whole time giggling at the result the impacts were having. His cock was as flaccid as when he walked into the bathroom. This seem to please both of the women.

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First, let me thank “HeyAll” who functioned as my “volunteer editor” on this story. His assistance was invaluable to the process and to the content itself. I thank you, sir!

BACKGROUND:

Approximately two weeks ago I placed a notice in the Literotica Personals. My “Profile” read as follows:

“Introduction

I am a 65-year-old man and have been straight my entire life except for some minor experimentation in college. I’m just to the point that I would like to know what man/man sex feels like. I’m not looking for a relationship as I am very happily married. In fact, my wife will hopefully decide to watch or even call some of the action between us. Personally, I would prefer that. She is totally aware of this posting.

I’m not sure I can do anal, but maybe that depends on the person and circumstances. I want to give and receive oral at a minimum and see where it naturally goes from there.

I’m not sure of the quality I can give at the start, but I am willing to learn the “art” and be taught.

We thought we might first meet for a drink or dinner, then proceed to our hotel room if we are all in agreement to go forward. This should be fun and hot, and I intend to make sure it is.

My Ideal Person: Experienced bisexual or gay male who is attracted to older professional, retired guys. He is patient, has wit and can enjoy teaching the art of man/man sexual pleasures.”

Well, to our great surprise we got about eight replies over the next two weeks. While some were suspect, most seemed genuine and had good ratings from others. We independently picked out the same man, Steve, who seemed like a nice guy and someone you might enjoy spending time with. He lived just outside of Austin.

We contacted him through the site and told him we would be in Austin for an upcoming weekend and wanted to get together for a couple of drinks and maybe more if we all agreed after having those drinks. So, we decided to meet in the Four Seasons bar on Friday at 6:00 PM. We would have a few drinks and get to know each other.

We checked into the hotel early and went down to the bar early about 5:30 PM and picked out a table in a more dimly lit area where we would have more privacy.

I was nervous as hell and wasn’t sure I even wanted to go through with this. A fantasy is one thing but making it a reality wasn’t something I was so sure about. However, something kept pushing me to the next step. Well, at 6:00 PM on the dot Steve walks in, sees us and recognizes us from the descriptions we had given him earlier.

Steve sits down, orders a drink and we order our second. He compliments us on giving honest descriptions (so far, at least) and we give some sketchy info about ourselves and our backgrounds. He seems very easygoing and likable. After talking for 30 minutes or so, I nod to Carol (our predetermined signal for her to head to the restroom), and she announces that she will be right back.

While she is gone, I explain to Steve that my nod and her “leaving” for the restroom means that we both want to go forward assuming he agrees, of course. While Carol is gone, she is deciding whether she wants to participate sexually tonight or just watch and maybe direct some of the action between the two of us. We will know her wishes by her actions when she gets back. She is taking off her panties, and when she comes back, they will be balled up in her fist.

I explain to Steve that if she gives her panties to him, it means she wants to actively participate sexually in the night’s activities — which may mean that she just wants you to use her vibrator on her, or she may let you pleasure her orally or even want full-blown intercourse. Or, in layman’s terms make her cum, eat her pussy or fuck her! She will let you know step by step how far she wants to take it.

If, on the other hand, she gives her panties to me, it means she wants just to watch and possibly direct some of the action between us. muğla escort Either way, I tell him, I’ll make sure he gets her panties as his souvenir of the night. That generates a big smile from him.

Carol, after what seems a very long time, but probably was only 5 minutes or so, comes back to the table. We can see she does have something in her fist, but no one would guess it’s her panties! She sits down and gives them to ME, then goes on to explain that she would just be more comfortable watching this time, but she warns that she would like to be in control of the action between Steve and me and that she has given some advance thought to this subject! She asks Steve if he is comfortable with her calling the action tonight, and if he will do as she directs and, of course, he says YES! (I have never seen her want to be this in “control” of our sex activity. I’m usually the one making the requests.)

We order one last round before heading up to the room, and we start talking about Austin and how it is changing, etc. etc. trying to deflect our real thoughts! Then, we make a toast to making new friends and to fun things to come that night.

Then out of the blue Carol takes my hand under the table where no one can see and puts it on Steve’s upper thigh. Then, in a low voice, she says “Now, move your hand to Steve’s crotch and tell me if his dick is hard yet!

Then she tells Steve to do the same to me. Surprisingly, we each tell her that they are hard as rocks! She tells us to rub those dicks for a minute through our pants to make sure they are hard, but “DO NOT CUM.”

After a minute or two of rubbing, she announces that we seem ready to go to the room. Carol and I finish our drinks and tell Steve that we’ll go first and get things ready. Carol tells him that he is to give us exactly 10 minutes then come up and knock on our door.

On the way up the elevator, Carol notices my hand is shaking and asks me if I’m sure I want to go through with this. She reminds me I can still say “No” to the whole thing or any part of it even if I decide to go through with it.

“No, we have come this far, ” I said. “And I want to go through with it, even if it is just a one-time event in my life!”

She asks me if I mind if she just watches tonight but directs all the action. I say “no, but it might be nice if you got naked at some point like Steve and me.” She says she’ll think about it!

Once we’re in the room, I make myself a scotch and water, and she tells me to keep my clothes on but to sit on the couch. Then she asks me very firmly, “WILL YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” If so, repeat this back to me exactly, “YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”!

I repeat this as instructed, and then there is a knock on our door. Carol opens the door and lets Steve in. She then proceeds to offer him a glass of wine or a drink of the bourbon or scotch that we had brought with us. He says yes to the glass of wine, and she pours one and hands it to him.

She tells him that she is going to direct ALL the action between him and her husband and asks if he is agreeable to that. (She is acting like I’m not sitting right there).

He says sure, but he hopes she will get so turned by the action that she will want to join in. She tells Steve that joining in tonight is very unlikely.

She then says, “Steve, are you prepared to do EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” They discuss that he always has the right to say, “NO” to any act that he doesn’t want to perform, but absent that he says “Yeah, sure I will give you control of the action.” She says, “no, that’s not good enough, I want a firm YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”! He repeats it exactly as instructed, and from that moment on, we are both under Carol’s complete control.

And so, the night I have fantasized ordu escort about so many times begins for real! Carol tells Steve to go over to the couch where I am sitting and sit down. I want to see you make out for a while and get your juices flowing. Kiss and fondle each other like a couple of teenagers in heat before we move on.

After a few minutes, she says, “Bill, rub his dick through his pants and make sure he is totally hard.” “Tell Steve what you think of his dick based on what you feel.” I do as told and tell Steve his dick feels nice and thick and long.

I keep rubbing his hard dick until I can feel him throbbing through his underwear and pants.

Carol then says, “Bill, tell him what YOU WANT to do to his dick.”

“Steve, while Bill describes what he would like to do to you, take off your pants, but keep your underwear on. Then I want you to tell him what YOU WANT him to do to your dick!”

For my part, I tell Steve I want to suck that beautiful dick and before the night is over “make you explode in my mouth and give me the biggest load of cum you have ever shot” (figured why hold back now!).

Steve starts to tell me that he wants me to do just that and suck his dick for all it’s worth.

Carol interrupts and says, “No, Steve, I want you to describe specifically what you want, where you want him to lick. Now tell him exactly how you like your dick sucked. Then tell him how you rub your dick when you jack off. You do jack off, don’t you Steve?

Steve says, “Sure I jack off. Everybody does”.

Carol then goes on to say:

?”Tell Bill how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking that dick.

?Do you jack off every day?

?Where? In the shower? In bed?”

oSteve tells us he jacks off almost every day, mostly in the shower, and his favorite fantasy is getting his dick sucked by a man, sometimes by both a man and a woman.

?Carol keeps on, “Do you eat that good cum, Steve?”

o”I swallow it about half the time,” he says. I like the taste of my cum.”

?”Do you use toys, Steve?”

oSteve says he uses a fake dick most of the time which always makes him cum hard.

?”Now tell Bill exactly how you like it? What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!” (Steve is getting hotter now that he has been asked all these questions that he has never, ever answered out loud before in his life. He starts telling us the answers while his underwear has a growing wet spot from his excitement and my rubbing.)

?”Bill, suck that wet spot that I see on Steve’s underwear. We mustn’t let any of that wonderful precum go to waste.”

After a couple of minutes, Carol says, “Ok, Bill, your turn to tell Steve a few things about you, but first take Steve’s dick out, bend over at the waist and with the tip of your tongue lick up that precum that is oozing out of his dick. That’s it, stick your tongue in that slit”.

After 10 minutes or so of me just licking the head of Steve’s dick, and swallowing a fair amount of precum in the process, Carol tells us to take our remaining clothes off.

“Bill, while you are taking your clothes off, and leave your underwear on, by the way, I want you to answer each of the questions Steve just did, and I want the absolute TRUTH!

?Tell Steve how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking your dick.”

oI tell him it’s been one of my favorite fantasies, especially for the last couple of years.

?Carol then says, “Tell him a little about the kind of porn you watch while jacking off. (She knows I watch gay porn, either masturbation videos or long dick sucking ones.)

?”Do you jack off every day, Bill? Where? In the shower? In bed? In your closet?

?Have you ever jacked off in some other room of our house?”

oI tell Steve it’s more like every other day, usually in the shower, in bed osmaniye escort or while sitting on the toilet watching a hot video.

oI say, “yeah, I have jacked off in other rooms, like the living room and maybe the Media Room on the rare occasion I watch a Porn movie up there.”

?Carol says, “What do you use when you jack off? Have you ever used a dildo like Steve did and fucked your ass with it?

?Do you always eat your cum, too? I know you like it, don’t you, because you always want me to feed it to you. Now, tell him the truth here.”

oI say, “yes, I have used a dildo, but I haven’t found one that really fits or feels great yet. They are either too big or are hard to get in. I haven’t had much luck yet. I want Carol to use a “strap-on” with me, but she is resisting that one. As far as eating my cum goes, I have tried in the last year or two, but when I start to cum, I chicken out, maybe half the time. It has to be the first couple spurts, and then I like it and am glad I did it.

?Carol asks, “What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!”

oI say “a finger in my ass rubbing my prostate will do it for me, but that is very hard to do by yourself.” Steve agrees!

“OK, once your clothes are off, I want you to stand facing each other. Bill, pull Steve’s dick out of his underwear at the bottom and do the same to yours. Now, take his dick and press it against your own and very slowly put them together and jack them off as one. Yes, rub that precum over both dicks. Ooh, that’s hot looking. Steve, gently play with Bill’s nipples while he is rubbing your dick. Remember, DO NOT CUM!”

After about 5 minutes of this, Carol says “OK, let’s get on the bed and lay down on your sides opposite each other in a 69 position. Now you get to do what you have been fantasizing about, Bill. Suck that dick just like you have imagined. Lick it up and down. Take what you can in your mouth. I want to see you taking that precum in and swallowing it. How does Steve taste? Steve, how about Bill?”

I say, “he is delicious, and he can sure produce the pre-cum.”

He says, “You’re not so bad yourself there, buddy. This is super hot! I have never had anybody call the action like this before.”

Carol goes on, “Steve, teach and show Bill how to properly suck a man’s dick. What about his balls? Do all men like them rubbed and sucked? How rough should it be?”

After several minutes, Carol asks, “Shall we take a little break at this point and have another drink or keep on going?”

I say I could use a break as my jaw is starting to hurt a little.

Carol says, “OK, but first I want each of you to grab one of the cock rings on the nightstand and put it on. I want to see those nice hard dicks stay that way. Go ahead and play with yourself for me if you need to to stay hard. Let’s go back to the living room and sit down”.

(After we all move back to the bedroom)

Carol begins, “There is some lube on the bedside table, Steve, why don’t you spread some of that on Bill’s ass when you’re ready?

“Bill, lay on your stomach and give Steve access to your ass.”

“Steve, I want you to massage Bill’s ass now and after a few minutes, put one finger in his ass to start to open him up. After a few minutes of getting some lube up there, move on to two fingers. Then try using that vibrator there on the nightstand but put a condom on it first. Bill can show you how it works. Ok, once Bill gets that in his ass, Steve, then I think he’s ready for you next. Get your dick good and hard, put on one of those condoms and insert it in his ass. Go slow at first until he is used to you. After he is used to you, you can fuck him for all your worth! Just go for it.”

“Bill, are you ready for this? Do you want Steve to fuck you now in your ass?”

I say “Yes, I’m ready.”

Carol says, “Then tell Steve how much you want him to fuck you!”

I say, “Steve, please, man, go slow, but fuck my ass right now.”

“Alright, I’m going to be quiet for a while now and just watch you two enjoy each other.”

Alright, this is where my fantasy ends for now. Based on the reaction I get, and if there are enough others that enjoy this type of story, I may be encouraged to write more on this topic. I hope you enjoy it!

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After two years as a Field Representative for Tyro Plastics, I was promoted to Company Headquarters as the new Regional Sales Manager. At twenty-five, I was the youngest employee to ever have attained that lofty position. Little did I realize the promotion would also entail some rather unexpected benefits. I met the girls my first day on the job. The Production VP was giving me the grand tour and our last stop was my new office on the top floor.

As we stepped off the elevator, my feet sank into expensive, plush carpeting. There was a short entrance hall, which led directly to the reception alcove. Here two desks were set flanking a polished door bearing my name on a shiny gold plaque. At these desks sat two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The VP had informed me, when first discussing my move to Headquarters, that I would be assigned two secretaries. One to handle inter-departmental duties and the other would oversee regional field matters. What he failed to tell me was how drop-dead gorgeous they would be.

The one to the left was a statuesque Venus with long yellow hair and dazzling blue eyes. Imagine a blonde Racquel Welch only bustier and that’s Samantha. Sam, as she prefers to be called, gave me a knock out friendly smile as the VP made the introductions. Her counterpart was an equally stunning looker named Diana. She was a brunette with mysterious green eyes and a dynamite figure. Her ripe, full lips were colored a bright cherry red and, as we exchanged hellos, my mind wondered what they would taste like.

Immediately, I shrugged away those kinds of fantasies.

As much as these two lovely ladies were feast for my bachelor eyes, I was all too aware of the importance of my new position and the subsequent challenge it would pose. If I did not perform to maximum effort from day one, I had no doubts I’d soon be back in the field. Thus, I had decided to put my personal life on hold, including romance, until I was securely locked into the job.

Fortunately that was not a problem. It turned out that both Sam and Diana were dedicated professionals, each possessing an abundance of business know-how to get the work done. Most of the time I had merely to suggest a possible course of action and they would go out and complete the task quickly and efficiently way beyond my expectations. The three of us quickly became the most productive team in the department. Of course I never minded coming in each day to two such beautiful women. Being an ardent legman, I was especially pleased that both these beauties were amply endowed in that category. Each of them having been graced with long, shapely limbs.

Time seemed to race along and before I knew it my first quarterly finance report was due for the big management sales conference. There was lots of work to be done and those last few days before the deadline were extremely hectic. All of us put in long hours. One particular evening I offered to give the girls a ride home, realizing they had missed their train because of staying overtime.

Sliding in behind the wheel of my car, I was embarrassed to see a copy LEG ART magazine that I had left absent-mindedly on the passenger seat. Diana, getting in first, saw the issue and picked it up. She smiled coyly and held it up for Sam to see. My face must have turned beet red as my mind tried to fabricate an explanation. To my relief, none was required.

Both girls looked at each other as if sharing some kind of private message. Then Diana turned to me and said, “Well, it’s certainly nice to see you don’t always think about business.” With that she tossed the mag onto the back seat and I got the engine going. The following day the three of us were back to our regular busy routine and I didn’t give the incident any further thought.

With their invaluable assistance, the report was finished a day early and presented it to the VP. When he called me, the next day, it was to tell me my presentation had been a huge success. He was extremely pleased with my performance and predicted my future with the company would be a very long and profitable one. You can imagine my elation as I put down the receiver and sat back in my padded swivel chair with my hands cupped behind my head. Yes sir, things were moving along just fine.

Of course I also realized that I had to share my good fortune with Diana and Sam. Without their loyal efforts, none of my success would have been possible. Thus, on the way home that night, I stopped at a nearby florist. I ordered each of them a dozen long stemmed red roses and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to the office early the next morning.

Shortly after nine, the girls came charging into my office, each of them beaming as they held their bouquets of the sweet smelling flowers. Before they could say a single word, I stood up and handed them each a white envelope containing bonus checks.

They were completely surprised.

“That’s for being the two best secretaries a bilecik escort manager ever had,” I explained happily.

“Oh, Paul,” Sam exclaimed as she impulsively leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “You’re so wonderful.”

“Ditto,” chimed Diana, looking at me with a weird Mona Lisa type smile. It was more like a hungry feline seeing the canary for the first time. “We’ll have to find some special way to thank you,” she added with a mischievous twinkle in her smoky jade eyes.

“Just keep up the great work. That’s all the thanks I need.”

As they exited, each of them smelling the heady perfume of the roses, I was struck for the millionth time as to how truly lucky I was to have them on my team. Just how lucky I was about to find out.

As I walked out of the elevator the next morning, I was greeted by a sight guaranteed to warm the blood of any man over the age of puberty. Standing to the side of her desk was Samantha. She was bent over, legs apart, running her hands up over her sheer nylon encased legs. The stockings were black with seams running up the back. She wore a short, hip hugging gray skirt with a wide, black leather belt and a dazzling snow-white shirt that contrasted her tanned golden skin to perfection. Finally the attire that attracted my singular attention were her shoes. They were sexy black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. It was these shoes that arched her full calves and thus accentuated her formidable gams.

Seeing me over her shoulder, she continued smoothing the stockings and greeted me innocently. “Good morning, Paul. Looks like it’s going to be a great day.”

Attempting to avert my gaze from her round, full derriere, I mumbled a reply in kind. That was when Diana appeared from around the corner carrying a stack of folders and I knew I was in big trouble. She was attired almost exactly as Sam, the only differences being her blouse was a light blue and around her neck she wore an ivory cameo broach on a black velvet choker. Other than that, she also was decked out in wicked high heels, hosiery and a very tight skirt that rode the sway of her hips as she walked.

“Hi, Boss. How are you today?” she asked.

“Er…fine, Diana. Just fine.” Hastily I moved past Sam and hurried into the safety of my office. Once inside, I leaned back against the door and took a long breath. What on earth had inspired them to wear those outfits? They were so ravishing sexy in them, I knew it would be difficult as hell to get any work done this day. If any at all. When I rationalized my behavior, I started to relax and even laugh at myself. I was being foolish, my logical mind argued. So the girls were dressed sexy. It was their right to do so without any input pro or con from me.

Still, I knew the more I saw them during the course of the next eight hours, the more it would be a struggle not to let my libido run rampant. I decided to put all my focus on the day’s workload and get through it as quickly as possible.

Ten minutes later Diana came in with my usual cup of coffee and all my resolve evaporated as I watched her walk the few yards to my desk. With each step, her legs rubbed together under the tight woolen skirt. My eyes were glued to them. She put the cup carefully on the corner by telephone, gave me a radiant smile and then turned and marched out. Her walking away being just as exciting as her entrance. Her buttocks rocking with each bounce in a perfectly balanced gait on those needle thin heels.

Frantically I loosened my tie and swallowed half my coffee in a single gulp. What was going on here? What were they trying to do to me? Then I remembered the copy of LEG ART and a crazy notion was born. Were they purposely teasing me? Was this all some kind of silly prank? As the day went on, that particular idea seemed to take on more and more validity.

Each of them took turns parading in and out of my office at half-hour intervals throughout the morning. During one such trip, Sam made the pretense of dropping a pen off my desk so that she could bend down and pick it up only inches from chair. Slowly she folded at the waist, the effort driving her round little ass right up in front of my face. I could have leaned over and bit it, she was that close. The skirt rode up high revealing the flower-patterned top of her nylons. My mouth was suddenly very dry. Shortly after that, Diana came in a made a show of placing some inconsequential files on my blotter. She leaned over my desk purposefully, allowing me a perfect view down her blouse to her white lace bra and the plump globes they held.

To say I was starting to lose it by noon would be a gross understatement. My nerves were wound up tight and my determination all but shattered. Why were they torturing me like this?

“Paul?” I looked up to see Sam once more at the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Sure, I thought. Come on in and drive me totally bonkers.

“Of manisa escort course,” I replied, weakly calling on my last ounce of self-control. “Come in.”

She walked over to my desk, another few seconds of fantasy hell, and this time came around to my side. I automatically pushed my chair back away from the desk and she smoothly sat back on it to face me. Now what was going on?

“Do you like my new outfit?” she asked sweetly. I could see a devilish little grin at the corner of her mouth.

“Why..ah, yes. I do, Sam.”

“And my new shoes and stockings too?”

I tried to keep my eyes up and not let them stray. Suddenly she brought her right foot up to my crotch and rested it there.

“Sam! What are you doing?” It was a really dumb question.

“Gee, Paul, just relax, okay.” She began moving the toe of her pump back and forth over my pants, gently massaging what was hidden beneath. What was in fact starting to swell and get hard.

“Would you like to touch them?”

“Huh? What?”

“My legs, silly. Would you like to touch them?”

The best I could manage by then was a nod of my head. Things were moving fast and my pulse was starting to race. Nervously I reached out with hands and wrapped them around the calf of her foot. The nylon’s texture felt sensually coarse as I began to massage the leg. At the same time, I wiggled in my chair, my penis having become a rock under the confines of my clothes and the continued pressure of her shoe.

“That really feels good,” Sam responded as I started to loosen up and my hands rubbed her exquisite limb. Sitting back on my desk, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Diana and I thought you might enjoy this.” Nimbly her fingers opened the shirt to reveal a half cut bra and huge, round breasts. She cupped them and slowly began kneading them as I continued caressing her leg.

“So, you couldn’t wait for me.”

I looked past Sam to see Diana entering. She made a point of locking the door behind her and then strutted over to us, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.

“My, my, but you two sure look like you’ve got the situation well in hand.”

I wanted to come back with a witty remark but my mind was clearly on sensory overload by this time. I could only smile up at this dark haired vixen and nod.

Diana reached down, put her hands on my shoulders and then brought her head down to kiss me. Her lips mashed against mine and I vaguely recalled that long ago thought on my first sight of them. Hmm, they tasted like wine. A ruby red burgundy. Expertly she slipped her tongue into my mouth and my blood began to boil. My cock was pushing against my brief like a caged animal. One desperate to be free.

Diana must have sensed my discomfort because she broke our kiss and glanced down to where Sam’s shoe was resting.

“Hmm, looks like our sales charts aren’t the only thing rising.” With that she tapped Sam’s leg and the blonde removed her foot. Diana knelt beside my chair and hastily pulled my zipper down, peeled back my shorts and found my cock. Her cool fingers encircled my throbbing meat and it sprang into the open like a whale leaping out of the sea. Diana’s eyes went glassy at the size and length of my love machine.

“Oh lord, Sam. Look at it! It’s so big and thick.”

“Awesome,” Samantha cooed, still playing with her tits. She licked her lips hungrily. “Gee, Diana, we can’t let that go to waste.”

“Absolutely not.” Diana opened her mouth and came down on me like hungry tigress. As her tongue whipped over my engorged sex pole, she purred softly. I gripped the arms of my chair as raw pleasure engulfed every inch of my being. My neck hairs were on end with each new stroke of her whipping moist tongue. Then she dropped her head and swallowed me whole, my crown reaching the back of her throat. It was fantastic. I was sure if she kept it up, I’d be climaxing fast. But Diana had lots of surprises yet in store for me.

She stopped sucking me and asked, “You really do get off on beautiful legs, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Ever since I can remember.”

“How would you like to fuck Sam’s legs?”

At first I thought I hadn’t understood her. “Her legs?”

“Yes. Just do as I say.”

Naturally I was willing to comply. Diana nodded to Sam, some prearranged signal, and the blonde brought both her legs together, placing her feet firmly on the floor. Then she put both her hands back on my desk to brace herself. At this point Diana motioned me to get up and lean over Sam. As I did so, my cock made contact with her legs at mid-thigh. I began to see where this was going and took hold of the desk to either side of the saucy blonde. This also put my face directly in her chest.

Quickly, Sam reached up and unsnapped the bra, letting her twin treasures spring out, then took hold of the desktop again.

Diana meanwhile had come around and reached down mersin escort to take hold of me. “Now, Paul, just slide that big old hammer into her legs where they meet.” I obeyed. The sensation was totally erotic. Her nylon thighs yielded just enough to let me in and out as I began to speed up my thrust. At the same time my mouth started licking and kissing Sam’s plentiful bosom. I may be a legman but I also know how to appreciate a super pair of tits. Her soft, fat nipples hardened quickly as I sucked them feverishly. Sam’s breathing was getting heavy and she arched her back to shove more of her delicious flesh into my eager orifice.

“That’s it Paul, now you got it,” Diana encouraged. “In and out. In and out. Fuck her legs.”

It was wild. I kept shoving my prick between Sam’s thighs.

Faster and faster, the feel of the fabric on my foreskin was unbelievable. Soon I could feel the juices racing through my blood and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

Diana went into action. As my own body bucked with the first climatic spasm, she grabbed my rod and pumped it hard.

A scream of release erupted from my throat at the same time my orgasm hit and gobs of milky goo shot all over Sam’s legs. It happened so damn fast, my focus blurred for a second. So strong was the ejaculation under Diana’s skillful manipulations. Every ounce of my load was squeezed out and I was totally drained. Weak in the knees, I pushed off the still aroused Sam and fell back into my chair. Diana was licking sticky cum off her hand, a rapturous look on her pretty visage.

“You naughty boy,” she accused, pointing a finger at me.

“Look at the mess you’ve made on Sam’s nylons. I suppose I’ll just have to clean it up.”

Sam was nodding in agreement, a look of expectation in her eyes. Then Diana got between us, still on her knees, turned to Sam and started licking my cum spots off her stockings. Sam sat up and hiked her skirt up around her waist and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. As the lascivious brunette continued lapping up the goo stains, she deliberately started inching herself forward towards the blonde’s pussy.

I watched enthralled as Diana finally attained her goal and brought a squeal of delight from her friend. It was evident this was not the first time these two roommates had shared each other’s fabulous bodies. As Diana’s pussy eating continued, she rose up to her feet in front of me. Sam edged herself further back on my huge desktop and finally stretched out full on her back.

Now I had Diana’s legs and ass in my face. And what an inviting sight it was. Her own tight skirt, in this position, had slipped up to reveal she too was without undies. As Sam moaned loudly on my desk, I reached out and put my hands on Diana’s rear. Feeling them, she lifted her face from Sam’s vagina and looked back.

“Feel free to join in,” she invited huskily. It was all I needed. I leaned forward and began kissing her soft round cheeks while my fingers crept in between her thighs and played with her pussy from behind. Diana wiggled her legs up and down, clearly relishing my exploration of her hot box. Bringing my head down, I managed to reach her love center with mouth. Forcing her pink petal walls apart with my fingers, I stuck out my tongue and began lapping them. Her cunt was sopping with her female juices. Soon the cries of both girls were filling the office.

This particular tabloid lasted only a few minutes as an all too familiar tingle from my middle reached my brain. I stopped licking to look down at my rigid, pointing peter all ready to go once more. Like a wild man, I found myself getting to my feet behind Diana and taking a good hold on her round posterior. Quickly I aligned my massive rocket with her opening and rammed it home. Like a battleship storming into a tight canal, I buried myself fully into her drenched passion tube.

Diana shook and her head came up from Sam’s crotch. She took a fast glance over her shoulder and smiled at me.

“YES!YES! FUCK ME!” Which was all she had time to utter as Sam pulled her head back down.

“Don’t stop, Di! I’m coming. I’M COMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!”

Watching Sam get off fired my own sizzling desire and I bucked into Diana harder and harder, wanting nothing more than to shoot off inside her.

“AIEEE!” Sam screamed, her head rolling back and forth on my desk, sending papers and pens flying everywhere.

“OHHHH,” Diana started in. I knew she was reaching climax and shoved myself for that last smidgen of strength. Gripping her tender butt, I nailed her with one final thrust and we both exploded.

“PAULLEEEE!!!” she yelled, her body convulsing under me all the while my cock spat another huge load of jism inside her. Wave after fantastic, nerve shattering wave of pure ecstasy washed over me and I hung on to her for dear life. As each new squirt of my love canon diminished in potency, my fingers eased up on her ass, red marks visible from my ardor.

Then all three of us folded in on each other like deflated balloons. Stretched helter-skelter over messed up desk, the three of us lay there exhausted and satiated. Sam leaned her head up and kissed Diana, then me.

“You know,” she managed to gasp, her stunning face flushed with sex, “This could give a whole new meaning to fringe benefits.”

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That day was crazy. I was on a two-week vacation, a road trip from San Marcos Texas to Jacksonville Florida. I was on my third day into the trip, and was taking my time enjoying the sights. I had decided to rest and take a break, so I stopped at a Motel Six in Georgia. Into the second night of my stay, while on my way back to my room from a wonderful dinner I noticed a party going on in the hotel I was staying at. The party was taking place just outside my room and as I made my way through the crowd that consisted mostly of young women, I was stopped by two of them who invited me to join in. I was hesitant at first. They appeared much younger than I. I had planned on getting some sleep before heading out the next morning. However, it was obvious I was not going to get any sleep that night due to the noise from the party.

I said, “Sure, let me change into some shorts and I will be right out.” One of the girls smiled and said, “Great! The more the merrier.”

I quickly changed and headed back out into the early evening. I wandered through the party, taking notice that everyone there was much younger than I, and venture to guess between the ages of 18 and 22. The two girls who I had met earlier came up to me and introduced themselves as Judy and Lisa. Judy handed me a plastic cup full of beer. She pointed out the keg across the pool letting me know that I was welcomed and to help myself. I asked what was the occasion for the party and she clued me in that they had graduated last night and got the rooms strictly for the after graduation party.

We chatted some more and I continued to drink more beer. Before I knew it, the evening was getting late. I excused myself and headed back to my room. As I was leaving, Lisa chimed in, asking if they could come as well and watch a little TV with me before calling it a night. I thought the request a little strange but decided it was okay.

They followed me to my room. I sat at the head of the bed and clicked on the TV. Lisa and Judy sat down at the foot of the bed. I was flipping through the channels having a hard time keeping my eyes off these two young vixens in bikini suits. They both were beautiful and being the legman that I am I could not take my eyes off their gorgeous legs. Both girls were equipped with long shapely legs.

After staring for several long moments I looked up to find them both looking back at me smiling.

Judy spoke up first saying, “Do you like what you see?”

Having obviously been caught, I cleared my throat, swallowed hard and said, “Very much so. You both are quite attractive.”

Lisa laughed, “Thank you.”

They both appeared to enjoy the fact that they caught me staring and played upon it.

Lisa then turned to Judy and whispered something in her ear.

When Lisa was done whispering Judy turned her head and looked at me as if I were a cut of meat in a grocery store. After careful examination she turned back to her friend Lisa nodding her head approvingly.

With an air of seriousness, Lisa explained to me that she and Judy had been talking for weeks about the both of them wanting to get a guy off together, and they did not want it to be someone they knew. They saw me and wanted to feel me out and see if I would do. They agreed I was the one and asked if I wouldn’t mind.

I laughed assuming it was some kind of joke they were playing on me. I told them I had to be almost twice their age. I am 41 years old and have a daughter their age.

They assured me it was not a joke and that age did not having anything to with it. They humored me and told me I looked much younger.

After a long pause on my behalf I stared at them both. Lisa raised her eyebrows in question and Judy giggled, “Well, what do you say?”

I laughed again more so in disbelief saying, “What guy would not want this? I would have to be crazy to turn down such an opportunity.”

I think they were more excited about it than I, Judy clapped her hands together once and Lisa smiled giving me a serious look, “Good, you won’t regret it.”

Lisa scooted next to my right hip sitting with her legs crossed. She explained to me that the only condition is they would not engage in intercourse but they would do most anything else short of penetration. Clarifying that the two of them together just wanted to get me off.

Judy still sitting down at the foot of the bed asked, “So, you are sure about this?”

Slack jawed with disbelief I said, “Hell yes.”

They both smiled and Lisa turned to her friend saying, “Okay, lets get started.”

Lisa turned to me advising me to scoot back in the bed with my upper back against the headboard. I grabbed a pillow and propped my head and shoulders up against it. I did not want to miss a single moment of this. While I did this Lisa unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and Judy began to pull them off, along with my briefs. I laid their completely naked as the two of them looked down upon me.

Lisa leaned over and grabbed my already hard cock in both her hands pulling it upright. bayburt escort She slowly began to stroke it, her hands felt soft and smooth wrapped around my member. I watched as Judy spread my legs wide and scooted in between them.

Seeing my rigid cock Judy smiled saying, “Well, he got hard quick.”

Lisa replied, “Yes he did. Don’t you think he has a very pretty cock?”

Judy agreed.

I said, “Ladies I was hard the minute you guys started talking about getting me off.”

While she slowly stroked me Lisa asked me, “So what would you like us to do to get you off?”

I said, “What your doing now is fine. Keep jerking me.”

Lisa said, “Oh c’mon this is too simple. Tell us what excites you. What turns you on the most? What excites you in a woman?”

I said, “Well since you ask, I have a thing for women with beautiful feet and legs.”

Judy chimed in, “Kinky! I like that.”

Lisa smiled, “So, do you think we have pretty legs and feet.”

I said, “Oh yes. Both of you have beautiful legs and feet. Your legs are shapely and tanned.”

Lisa said, “They should be shapely, we both keep in good shape. Judy and I have been on the track team and swim team throughout H.S.”

As we spoke Lisa continued to stroke me. Judy got up and pulled out a bottle of baby oil from her bag and squirted some oil on Lisa’s stroking hands and my cock. I felt it drip down on my balls. The oil caused a slight smacking sound as Lisa stroked me. I released a long groan and sigh feeling the slick sensation as my cock slid more smoothly in her grasp. Lisa heard this and said, “mmmmm, that’s nice isn’t it?”

I moaned.

Lisa giggled and uncrossed her legs. I watched as she pulled her left leg out to rest it across my lower abdomen saying, “Now about the kinky fetish of yours.”

I got a good look at the beauty of her richly tanned leg. The feel of its weight across my stomach and the oily slick strokes of her hot hand caused me to thrust my hips upward. I could not help it, and reached out grabbing her smooth shapely calf in my hands. I began to rub her leg and move my hips up in response to her rhythmic strokes.

Seeing my response Lisa laughed, “He is beginning to get into it now Judy. He really is getting excited by my legs.”

I felt Judy spread my legs wider as she positioned herself further in between them, “I am going to have me a ball…or two. I love playing with balls.” She smiled and winked at me. I watched as she scooted in feet first. She moved in seated tightly between my legs spreading them wider. She was seated in such a way as her knees were up against her chest. She also had incredibly long shapely legs. She was able to rest her chin on top of her knees. I felt her fingers wrap around my nuts as she began to fondle them. Then she asked, “So you like feet. How about toes? Do you like my toes?”

I said, “Yes, you have gorgeous toes.”

She smiled at me and said, “Good, then I think you will like what I am about to do with them.”

I felt her grab my nuts between each set of her fingers and slowly pull them up and towards her. She pulled just enough but not to the point where it hurt. Still, I raised my hips in anticipation of the pain I thought would come. She then moved her feet in, placing her toes underneath my nuts. She slowly released my nuts and I felt them rest gently on top of her toes. She then began to wriggle her toes up and down. I looked back up at her smiling face above her knees as she asked, “How’s that feel? Do you like it?”

I moaned, “Oh God yes, your toes are magnificent.”

Judy giggled, “I thought you might say that,” and looked down at her toes as she continued to wiggle them into the underside of my nuts. While she did this she began to stroke the top of my nuts with her fingertips occasionally pressing into them pushing them against the tops of her wriggly toes. The sensation of feeling them move across her toes was incredible and caused me to thrust my hips up and down even more.

Seeing me react to what Judy had done, Lisa laughed as she began to quicken her hand strokes. My breathing was intensifying as I felt the urge to cum. Lisa looked at me and smiled saying to Judy, “It won’t be long now. Keep wiggling them toes into his nuts his cock is throbbing.”

Judy began to wriggle her toes even faster saying, “Yeah, I can feel his nuts swell and tighten against my toes.”

I continued to rub Lisa’s beautiful leg and decided to make a request before it was too late. “I want to feel my dick between your beautiful legs?” I asked.

Lisa smiled, “Oh, so you want me to jerk you off that way? Mmmmmm, that sounds interesting.”

Lisa brought up her other leg and sandwiched the head of my cock between her smooth calves. She slowly began to stroke the head up and down using her calves. She then reached underneath her legs and grabbed my shaft, stroking it between her fingers. Her calf muscles swayed loosely and were well shaped. I watched bartın escort the muscles go taught as she clamped them against the head of my cock. I could not help but gasp at the sight and feel of what she was doing to me. Jerking me off into her beautiful calves.

The sensation was incredible as I closed my eyes and released a monstrous groan. I threw my hips up and down fucking her legs. Judy kept her toes buried into my nut sack as I felt my nuts being pulled taught with each of my thrusts. I tossed my head from side to side in ecstasy. Lisa was relentless as she kept the head of my cock trapped between her flexing calves. I could feel her toned calf muscles tighten against my sensitive head. Lisa and Judy both laughed enjoying the sensations they were giving me and watching me jerk and thrust as I slowly lost control. Lisa leaned over looking between her clenched calves and with her index finger ran it across the tip of my throbbing head saying, “Oh, It looks so cute in there trapped between my legs. Oooops, it is starting to leak now.”

I felt her finger run across the sensitive hole of my cock and it caused me to twitch involuntarily. She withdrew her finger from between her legs and showed it to Judy. I saw there was a clear drop of my precum on the tip of her finger. Lisa then rubbed it into the side of her calf closest to me, ensuring I would see it.

Judy said, “I think he is ready to cum any minute now.”

Lisa said, “Yep, he looks ready.”

Lisa stopped jerking my shaft with her fingers and reached up placing both of her hands along the outside of her calves pushing them in tighter squeezing the head of my cock. She began to jerk them up and down at a faster pace. As she did this she said, “Come on baby! Cum into my legs, cum all over my legs.

I felt Judy flex her ankles up and out pulling my balls away as she continued to wriggle her toes. She then began to squeeze my tight balls gently between her fingertips as well.

The amount of pleasure I was experiencing was incredible as my breathing was turned into desperate gasps. I felt my heart racing. I jerked my body out of control, up and down and side to side. Lisa and Judy were relentless in their efforts never releasing me. They concentrated all their efforts on what they were doing to me. My attempts to keep up with Lisa’s jerking calves were in vain as I threw my body up and down on the bed causing the headboard to pound loudly against the wall. It was obvious the girls were enjoying themselves as they smiled and continued to comment back and forth as to what they were doing to me.

I watched as Lisa and Judy continued to work over my groin. Judy kept squeezing my balls with her fingers, and wriggling toes beneath my nuts. Her actions brought about the first sensation of rising cum inside of me. Each time her toes pressed into the area beneath my nuts I could feel the cum rise into my throbbing shaft. My body shook and quivered each time I felt her toes do this.

They both smiled at me as Lisa said, “Tell us when you cum.”

Lisa began to jiggle her calf muscles against my throbbing head saying, “I can feel his cock twitching.”

She slid her right calf up against the sensitive underside of the head of my cock, pressing and rubbing it hard up and down holding my cock upright with her other leg. Her calf felt incredibly smooth against the swollen head of my cock.

Lisa smiled down at what she was doing commenting on how tiny spurts of cum shot into her leg as she stroked me.

That was all it took as I felt Judy’s fingers gently squeeze slowly and deep into my balls rolling them against her toes.

I threw my hips up in orgasmic rush shouting, “Oh my God!! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

Lisa said, “Yessssss, cum, cum into my legs now.”

Judy shouted, “Here he cums!” as I felt her fingers perform another firm squeeze causing my first load to explode from me. I groaned long and loud.

Lisa squeezed her calves tightly around the head, covering it completely just as I released my load. She said, “Wow! I felt that hit hard into my legs. It feels so hot and thick!”

She released the tension of her calves and stroked the head up and down some more as I felt the second load rise inside me. Judy flexed her ankles up even further, her toes pulling up on my balls causing me to arch my hips up from the bed. Every muscle in my body tensed and I shook uncontrollably. The wave of excitement overtook me as I watched the stream of my cum shoot out above Lisa’s legs and land onto her smooth shins. My third load shot out and did the same. After a while I saw small rivulets of my cum slowly run down the side of Lisa’s calves. The sharp contrast of my white cum against her dark tanned legs looked magnificent.

Slowly the shuddering of my body began to subside as Lisa soothingly milked the remainder of cum from me with her smooth legs. Judy removed her toes from my nut sack and began to gently fondle my aching balls between her fingers, ığdır escort she cooed looking down from above her knees, “That’s it sweetie, your nuts are all spent and tired now, nice and lose in their sack.”

Lisa smiled, “His cock is all shriveled between my calves.” I watched as she reached over and rubbed my spent cum into her legs. The inside of her calves were covered with my seed as well from my first load. She made sure I saw the results as she sensually rubbed it in.

My entire body was covered in sweat as I felt my muscles relax. I released a long sigh of contentment. Lisa smiled down at me and ran her fingers through my hair saying, “That was fun, but it was too quick. Can you go again?”

I said, “Oh God no! You both finished me.”

Lisa swung her legs around and stood up next to the bed. “Awww, well I think you have another go in you.” She turned to Judy who was still sitting between my legs and said, “I am going to get us some drinks. Judy, see if you can’t get him to change his mind” Lisa turned and walked out but not before smiling in my direction. I watched as Lisa walked out my door back into the party that was still going strong.

Judy positioned herself on her knees between my legs. Her beautiful young face positioned above my flaccid cock. She smiled and said, “I have this oral fixation. I am going to take you all the way into my mouth and I want you to feel how warm it is and think about what it feels like. I love to feel it grow inside my mouth.” I watched as she slowly lowered her face to my cock and swallowed me whole. Her lips locked tightly around the base.

Judy stared up at me the whole time my flaccid member was in her mouth. She was correct about how warm it felt. Slowly she moved her tongue along the sides of my cock. I felt the tip of her tongue flick across the sensitive area of the head and her warm breath from her nose against my lower abdomen. Softly her tongue swished my cock around in her warm mouth.

“Oh God that feels fantastic.” I said.

She kept me in her mouth for several minutes and before I knew it signs of life returned to my cock and I felt it beginning to grow. Judy recognized this as well as she softly moaned and I felt her fingers grope tenderly into my balls, occasionally pressing them against her chin. Before long my cock had grown hard enough to where I could feel the head moving down into her throat. Judy swallowed and I felt her throat muscles constrict around it. This sensation was incredible causing me to jerk my hips up into her beautiful face. Sensing my arousal Judy smiled and let out a muffled laugh. Several more times I felt her throat muscles tighten around the head of my cock causing me to groan each time. Not once did her face pump my cock as she kept her lips wrapped tightly around the base. Her tongue played along my shaft as her throat muscles continued to manipulate the head as she continued to swallow. I thought to myself God this girl is deep throating me. I had to be almost fully erect inside her sweet mouth.

Then she slowly withdrew me from her mouth and taking my cock in her hand guided my sensitive head across her full lips the side of her face and across her chin. As she continued to do this she smiled and said, “You felt so good growing hard in my mouth. I love that feeling. Knowing I can have that affect on a guy.” As I watched her guide my swollen head against the smooth soft skin of her angelic face I felt my cock swell into complete hardness. I begged her to take me back into the warm safe confines of her sweet mouth but she would not, saying, ” That would not be fare to Lisa if you were to blow you load down my throat before she had a chance to play.” I groaned in frustration.

Judy laughed just as Lisa returned with the beers. Lisa stared at my hard on in Judy’s hand and said, “Damn girl! You are good.”

Judy smacked her lips smiling, “He started getting hard the instant I had him in my mouth.”

Lisa handed Judy and I our beers. I downed mine completely in record time. Judy drank half of hers and set the remains onto the nightstand. Lisa set hers down as well and took a seat next to me on the bed. They both began to gently fondle my cock by stroking it with their fingers. Lisa then asked, “So what should me do now, any ideas.”

Judy said, “How about we jerk him off using our feet.”

Lisa paused and then turned to me asking, “What do you think about that?”

I said, “Why not. You both have sexy feet. But instead of your feet how about between you toes.”

Judy immediately took position between my legs and brought up you toes. I noticed how incredibly long they were. She grabbed my shaft with the fingers of her right hand and wedged it comfortably between the big toe and second toe of both feet, placing one directly above the other. I commented on how very nicely it fit. Lisa scooted in next to me with her back against the headboard and raised her left foot up locking the head of my cock between her same two toes just as Judy had done. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of baby oil squeezing a healthy amount all over their toes, feet and my cock. They began to jerk me with their toes. Feeling and seeing this was incredible as I groaned loudly with each stroke. Up and down their toes squeezed my shaft in full measure and before long I was throwing my hips up into their feet.

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Nanci, I know I wasn’t supposed to tell you this.

There is this sachet I keep with me, which will be part of the day when I’ll finally meet you.

I saw it being used in a movie and I plan to introduce it on the first day you’ll give yourself to me.

I will hide it, away from you prying eyes… on that particular day, I’ll make sure we have all the time in the world, the phones will be off, the hotel room door locked, with that “Do not disturb” sign by the handle… alone, just you and me.

I will gallantly offer you a long and soothing bubble bath and massage; I know I won’t fool you; you will suspect immediately about my sinister ideas but you’ll rightly assume, better get something extra by following the game… Little you know.

We’ll have a nice Jacuzzi tub in our in-suite bathroom, so I will fill it up with very warm water, add bath salts to help with relaxation; add bubbles; fill a glass with your favorite red wine, maybe place the book I saw you reading on our first date beside the tub and I’ll invite you to enjoy the calmness and soothing music I’ll put on the bedroom stereo.

All the while you will be enjoying the undivided attention, smiling in wonder to what I have in my mind. I will leave you alone reading while I go out to the bedroom to do the finishing touches of my sinister plan.

I requested for the sheets to be of a crisp clean white so they could be immaculate and soft; don’t want any other sensation to interrupt my plans.

I will remove the covers; leaving only the bottom sheet and the extra pillows from the closet

I will bring, and place on the bed one of my 9 ½ week style of white satin chemise with matching white charmeuse satin string bikinis that I adore so much. I pulled my sachet from its hiding place and place its content under the pillows on my side of the bed.

I will put on my night table a bottle of Nivea cream and massage oil… From my sachet will take one of my many white satin belts that I often use to blindfold my lovers to tie our hands and feet to the bed when feeling kinky.

I know that my own excitement will be evident by this time. I’ll check to make sure the batteries on the toys are new and will test it to make sure everything is in order. kütahya escort It will be.

After a good twenty minutes I’ll invited you to come out, which you would shyly, wrapped in the freshly clean white towels that I had strategically left beside the tub… I will notice by then, your growing nervousness at such an extreme and unusual show of care in my part; wondering perhaps what were you exposing yourself to.

Gently I’ll help you dry yourself and put on the chemise and kneeling I will help you slide on those lovely panties… I will tell you to relax and innocently will show you the substances that I promised are going to do wonders on you… you’ll smile at me with a hint of what inevitably be the look of restrained fear.

Lovingly I will grab your hand and I’ll lead you to my side of the bed; sit you at the edge, ask you to sit farther back so the back of your knees will be directly over the edge of the bed… I promised you that nothing is going to happen that you would someday regret; I just ask you to just trust me.

You will nod and let out a long sight, forcing away any fears. I will tell you that I am going to give you a foot massage with the Nivea cream but that in order for you to properly enjoy it, I have to limit your sensory inputs; so I will pull the satin belt and asked you to not remove it under any circumstances…. You’ll agree with signs of a returning nervousness.

I will tie the soft belt, like I have done it many times before; making sure there was no way for you to peek under the soft fabric.

You’ll be told to lay back and enjoy the soft music and my gentle massage. Let your arms dangle over your head and surrender yourself to my machinations.

I would have placed a small plastic, but sturdy, closet step at the side of the bed; will sit on it, right between your legs.

I will put a bit of cream on my hands and I’ll get a hold of one of your feet and I will start giving you a very competent massage; I’ll know when you are enjoy it enormously when I heard your sighting and moaning when I go over a stiff spot… I will go over it for at least ten minutes before switching to the other feet; will repeat the experience malatya escort until the expected and pleasant result of when you start to softly moan clearly getting aroused by the experience.

Once done with you feet, I’ll now put the massage oil in my hands, rub it vigorously until it gets very warm and I’ll grab your ankle and place your feet against my chest while standing, I will place my hot and oil drenched hands on your thighs and you’ll let out a soft cry of pleasure.

I’ll proceed to massage the whole length of you leg, getting dangerously close to your groin; focusing specially on the back of your thighs, massaging vigorously to allow the muscles to relax, I will do this for a while, alternating between the two legs, focusing on relaxing any hard sport in your muscles, and by now I know you’ll be thoroughly enjoying it, your fears obviously forgotten. I see your body starting to move, side to side, your hips gently thrusting upwards, you’re moaning increasingly, obviously in ecstasy.

My excitement would have increased enormously at seeing all this movement and reactions. But you cannot tell as yet.

I will grab your hips and brought you very close to the edge of the bed, until your buttocks sit pretty much halfway at the edge. I’ll sit again in the little step, gently spread you legs even further and I will then plant a long kiss on your warm and already moist pubis right on top of the delicious white satin panties… Now you will let out a louder moan.

Sinking my whole face between your legs, smelling your highly aroused pussy… I just love so much the smell of a hot, and wet, shaved pussy (When possible, I love to sleep with used, but still clean, panties by my face as that sweet smell clings to the soft fabric).

I will start sinking my teeth on your warm softness, softly nibbling about, with you in full ecstasy, moaning and wriggling your hips in desperation.

I will slide my arms under your bum, raising you hips, bringing you even closer to me; effectively preventing any attempt to escape from your part.

I’ll slide the edge of the panties, exposing your pinkish and blood engorged love box and lick you furiously until reaching an batman escort equally furious and violent orgasm… you’ll quickly began to squirt, drenching the sides of my face and my chin.

At some point I will put you down… Obviously you’ll be expecting me to penetrate you with my hard rod, but no; I will take one of my favorite toys from under the pillow, putting generous quantities of lubricant and I will ram it violently into your pulsing flesh… this will be a sensation that you would not expect and you’ll hold your breath for a moment.

By then I’ll continue to stab you with the toy still off, the multiple surface variables of it creating an unbelievable friction; your now openly squirting pussy will clench and try to fight the stranger without success… I will push all the way in, now the little clitoral stimulator pressing firmly against your fully exposed clit; then I will turn the machine on… I’ll see you jump!!

My toy has some interesting features; the top half wiggles stimulating the farthest reaches of the vagina; the beads at the center rotate under the transparent soft plastic, massaging the most sensible part of the vagina; the entrance and the inner lips, while the funny looking twin pronged part vibrates wildly against the clitoris… a full treatment I can say.

My babe, you will go wild with it and it will be impossible to avoid the unstoppable flurry of orgasms that will take control of your body… when you, in sheer desperation, try to escape, I will jump on top, straddling your legs with my legs, while keeping the toy inside and pushing it to the maximum… your juices will be flowing unimpeded, freely staining the beds and the floor; your moans becoming louder and I could not wait any longer, throwing the toy aside, I’ll jump off the bed…

Putting your legs on my shoulders I will fuck you like an animal, sinking my hard shaft deep inside of you, thrusting furiously, making you come a couple times before my own brutal orgasm reaches me, sending my senses into oblivion.. Perfectly in sync with one of yours…

I feel now my pumping juices overflowing you while your own spasms increase the pressure over my aching penis.

Sated and exhausted, I will lay on top of you panting, my face between your heaving chest, nested lovingly between your soft breast.

Air will manage to return to our bodies and rolling off to the side, I’ll spoon your body, bringing it as close as possible to mine, enveloping you… and surrendering ourselves to the well deserved sleep.

Very nice planning and good investment if you ask me.

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Jessica disrobed, tossing her baggy jeans and tattered hoodie on the floor by her bed. Clad only in a pair of red panties she sat in her overstuffed computer chair and placed her feet in the leg holes of a sleek, gray body-suit. Even after donning this technological wonder dozens of times before, Jessica still had trouble wriggling the skin tight material past her ample ass. Each time it took her several minutes of adjustments before she got it on correctly, and even then she rarely achieved a 100% calibration. This time she got lucky. After only 5 minutes of struggling the suit’s collar issued the series of beeps that indicated a perfect fit. Smiling at her achievement, Jessica set her chair to its fully reclined position and then pulled the thin mesh mask over her face.

She double-tapped her right hand on the arm of her faux-leather seat, and immediately experienced the familiar moment of disorientation as the VR system twinned her consciousness and linked her to her online avatar.

Jessica had become so accustomed to using VR that she didn’t even bother giving her homepage a cursory glance anymore. She was completely un-phased by her mental teleportation from her cramped, messy room into the sprawling Gothic mansion she had constructed for her online persona.

Home sweet home, she thought, audibly sighing with relief. The ultra speed VR bandwidth plan she paid for was beyond what she could make at any RL job she was qualified for, but with her virtual-reality moonlighting she could easily pay for it. And it was definitely worth it.

Although time could be slippery while in VR, Jessica knew she had a little free time before her first client. She drifted casually through ornate halls and up an elegant spiral staircase, up towards her spacious bedroom. She loved brushing her fingers along the walls and railings as she walked, cherishing the amazing tactile resolution and accuracy. If she concentrated hard enough she could even make out the grain of the wood under her hand, and the subtle give of the creaky hardwood floor beneath her feet.

When she reached the master bedroom Jessica came to a stop before a regal, gold framed full-length mirror that faced her four-poster bed. Unconsciously she brought her perfectly manicured hands up to her face. A face that would never truly belong to her. Unlike her RL self, her current features were that of classic beauty. Whereas her other self was a little pudgy, this reflection was always supermodel thin. While she really had slightly saggy D-cup breasts she now had a firm, perky set of DD knockers. And last, but certainly not least, her sizable ass had been trimmed down substantially. It was still large, but now it was firm and round. A perfect booty, she thought to herself as she slowly spun, admiring herself in the mirror.

Okay, she thought, what to wear, what to wear? Casually she gestured toward the mirror, and with a flick of her wrist changed her reflection. Suddenly she was wearing an extravagant rose colored ballroom gown. Another flick and she was wearing a long, slender black dress, her hair pinned up and her boobs pushed out. Again and again she swiped through her expansive digital wardrobe, some bought on iDress, but the brand-name outfits were all pirated or cheaply programmed knockoffs.

Chirp Chirp. Chirp Chirp.

Ooops, almost time for work! Okay, lets go for uniform this time. Hopefully this one is a boob guy! With that she swiped her hand up, bringing up her work collection, and then flicked her hand to the right 4 times. She was now dressed in her favorite skimpy red dress. It hugged her in all the right places, rode high on the thigh and low on the chest. Thankfully straps and bras were never an issue in VR because a dress like this would require copious amounts of body tape to keep in place. Jessica snapped her fingers several times, cycling through favorited hairstyles and colours. Finally she settled on a long, flowing blonde hairdo, teased and shaped in a way she could never achieve in real life.

Jessica spun in the mirror one last time, then exited her room. Technically she could draw up a web-portal anywhere, any time, but she preferred the authenticity of leaving her homepage through the front door. She traced her steps back towards the main entrance, heels clicking with every step. As she walked she reviewed everything she could find about her next client, which unfortunately wasn’t much. As far as her search and trace routines could find he was a new VR user, likely a young professional who had more money than time. He had requested a session a week ago, and had seemed pretty normal during their preliminary chat the previous day. At that time he had met her in a private room of the upper-scale VR site she belonged to. His avatar had been tall and ruggedly handsome, with stylish brown hair and just the right amount of stubble. Rather average for a VR persona actually. She doubted she’d be able to pick him out of even a small crowd of male avatars. As to what he really looked like, she’d never know, and hardly cared.

The door handle was cool to the touch artvin escort as she opened her front door. She stepped through the portal, noting the minor lag as she passed from her own home network and into the World Wide Web. She had pre-loaded her destination while walking, so the transition was nearly seamless. Three steps out her door and she was in a familiar large, modern lobby. Her heels echoed off the walls as she crossed the room, showed her passcode badge to the burly, white clad security programs at the front desk, and continued to her rented ‘office’. She preferred to leave the choice of venue up to her customers so until her client logged in and selected a scene her office remained a blank slate. When she first dove into virtual-reality Jessica had found blank pages to be disconcerting. All around her was white. There were no walls, there was no floor or ceiling, and she cast no shadow. She just stood there, floating in white space, with a seemingly disembodied door hanging behind her. But like everything else in VR, she had quickly adjusted. Now she could easily meditate in such a setting, her mind as blank as the world around her.

She rested there for an indeterminate amount of time until a bell chimed softly and a scene quickly loaded around her. The outlining structure appeared first: walls, ceiling, floor. Then the broad strokes filled in. A massive double-king bed appeared, first monochrome, then a second later in full color. Other smaller details, wainscoting, billowing drapes, higher resolution textures on the bedding, all loaded last. All told the process took less than thirty seconds. Hopefully in another few years that kind of latency would be completely gone!

A door at the other side of the room opened, and through it walked the same avatar she remembered from the day before.

“Hi there,” he said, his voice reflecting nervousness or minor trepidation, “you uh, look really fucking hot!”

“Thanks big boy,” Jessica replies in her carefully cultivated sultry voice, “you don’t look half bad yourself! So, what have you got in mind today? I see you didn’t pick anything too risque. Not one for public sex, dungeons, or school girl scenarios?”

“Oh yeah, nothing like that,” he replied nervously, “I’m a pretty simple guy. I’m no pervert, I’m just a guy who doesn’t have time to be a bar star. I figured I’d keep it easy for my first time. Besides, as I recall you charge a premium for those other services!” he added with a chuckle.

“And they are worth every credit!” Jessica responds with a saucy wink. “But if you are sure,” she continued, “then I’ll start the meter. Remember, it’s only fifteen credits a minute, so take all the time you want!”

John (she thought of all of her clients as Johns) came at her like a hurricane. One moment he was almost standing in the doorway, the next he had her pinned against the opposing wall. Woah there cowboy, she thought as he roughly manhandled her breasts. Oh well, she didn’t meet a lot of gentlemen in her line of business, and she would be lying if she ever said she wasn’t a little into the rough stuff anyway. Following John’s lead Jessica played at struggling, her halfhearted attempt quashed by John as he grabbed her wrists and held her firmly against the wall above her head. She let a small groan of pleasure escape, to which John responded with a low, throaty growl.

And here I thought this one would be boring!

John had a nonchalance about the way he moved her through the room, from one wall to another, onto a large oak desk, and finally to the bed. The strength and confidence he demonstrated was nothing at all like his awkward attempts of conversation. This was a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to take it. Twenty minutes of exhilarating foreplay (Jessica had to respect a man who payed to show a working girl a good time!) and Jessica finally found herself completely stripped, and sprawled across the massive bed. John was on top of her, his mouth latched to her neck as he added yet another savage bite marks to her digital body. His own naked, muscular avatar was covered from head to toe with long red lines, crisscrossing roads of pleasure left by her deadly fingernails.

John paused for a moment as he shifted subtly, aligning his impressive manhood at Jessica’s moist entrance. For just a heartbeat John looked straight into Jessica’s eyes, and in that instant she felt chill run through her body. There was something not quite right in that look, that expression of ruthless dominance, those crystal blue eyes. The thing about VR is unlike real life a person has complete control over their environment and their digital appearance. In RL a physical anomaly such as cold, dead eyes could actually be hiding a gentle soul. Online, eyes like that were a carefully calculated decision, often requires hours to prefect. This was a man who wanted to instill fear.

Thankfully any further thought on the subject was tossed away as he eased himself into her, inch by digital inch.

The rest of their session was surprisingly vanilla. aydın escort Hair pulling, neck biting, savage, desperate thrusting. Nothing she hadn’t dealt with dozens of times before. She was almost a little disappointed, but after that moment staring into his shark-like eyes she was just happy he hadn’t crossed any lines and tried any funny business. John pounded into her relentlessly, and after a few minutes Jessica allowed herself to be carried away by the pleasure.

She could hardly tell when John finished. He stiffened and slowed for a moment, his breathing still steady and strong, and then continued moving in and out of her. His movements began to slow, and then he came to a stop. John propped himself up, hovering over her. This time when he looked down at her his expression had softened, and his eyes had become a soft hazel with golden flecks. He flashed a bright, eager smile down at her, perhaps the first moment of genuine emotion throughout their entire session.

“Well,” he said, “now that the foreplay is out of the way, are you ready for a good time?”

Mentally she reviewed the counter that tracked their time and his spent credits. 53 minutes! And he wants round two? Cha-ching!

“Sure big boy, what else ya got?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” John said as he extricated himself. A massive torrent of white, creamy cum spilled out onto the bed, pooling between Jessica’s legs. Men and their egos, she thought. Everything has to be bigger, even their loads. Gross.

Not wanting their session to continue atop soiled sheets Jessica gestured toward the bed and snapped her fingers, intending for the room to reset. It didn’t.

“Oh here, let me get that for you,” John said with a devilish smirk. He snapped his fingers and the sheets and covers made themselves and all traces of their session was erased from the room.

“What the fuck? Only I have admin rights over this room!” Jessica yelled, suddenly a little frightened. She paid a lot of money for this room, and it’s most important feature was that it obeyed her completely, and only her.

John stood up, still smiling. “Yeah, sorry about that. Security isn’t as tight around here as you’d think. That’s the thing about sex with strangers: you should always worry about viruses!”

Jessica tried to rise off the bed, but fell back down a moment later as a wave of nausea swept through her. “Ugghh…” was all she could manage as she rolled over and puked over the side of the bed.

“Yeah, sorry about that part. I strive for authenticity whenever I can. Don’t worry though, I programmed it so you will move through the first trimester very quickly.” John snapped his fingers again and the small puddle of puke disappeared without a trace. Even the disgusting aftertaste was gone. Did he say trimester?

“I know this is strange, even a little scary,” he continued, “but remember, this is all just a game. And I promise I won’t hack your account or stiff you on the bill. I’m just here for a little fun! That is your job, isn’t it? To show me a good time?”

“Fuck you!”

“You just did. And you’ll soon do it again. But I’m not into rape, not even virtually, so don’t worry, I won’t fuck you until you beg me to.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen, Asshole.”

“That’s what they all say…” John said with a patronizing smile.

A creative series of curse words died on their way to Jessica’s lips, interrupted by a strange sensation that slowly spread outward from her taut stomach. A chill ran up her spine, and then she felt her face flush. If she hadn’t been online she would have assumed it was the start of a fever but that was impossible, people don’t get sick or injured in VR. It was the first, last, and best refuge for the ill and the dying for just that reason.

“Okay, fuck this. I’m logging off. Enjoy getting banned for this, you psycho loser creep.” In the real world Jessica double-tapped her left hand, signaling that she wished to end the session. Once again nothing happened.

“Sorry dear, but I haven’t gotten my moneys worth just yet.”

John leaned in over Jessica and placed his hands on her stomach, palms down and fingers spread out and wrapping around her sides. Repelled by his touch, she tried desperately to pull away but discovered that she couldn’t. John slowly applied pressure to her midriff, and for a moment Jessica almost blacked out as a shock-wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She tried not to give into the ecstasy, she tried not to moan. She failed.

“Now that’s better, isn’t it?” John said with a smile. “And to think, that was just the appetizer. I hope you are ready for the full-course because it is going to rock your world!” With that John took a step back. He brought his arms out, palms facing in, fingers pointed directly at Jessica’s bellybutton. His chest puffed out as he inhaled deeply. For a moment all Jessica could hear or feel was her digital heart thumping deep in her chest. Then he exhaled, very slowly pulling his palms apart. As he did she could feel something stirring balıkesir escort in her gut. In her confused state she momentarily wondered if perhaps she had eaten something bad recently, but then she remembered that she wasn’t currently in a world where indigestion was ever a problem. As if to nail this issue home the sensation changed. She began to feel the bloating that she usually associated with her menstrual cycle, or perhaps the day after too much beer and fried food. It was subtle at first, but then she noticed that the further John’s hands moved apart the more uncomfortable she felt. Jessica tried once again to move, and discovered that this time she had full use of her avatar again. Her hands and eyes both instinctively fell to her stomach.

Or perhaps ‘belly’ is a better term for it now she thought. It was clear that her perfectly sculpted body had started to change. The differences were well within the normal fluctuations of a biological body, but Jessica had spent hours perfecting this digital one and she knew immediately that John had hacked into her profile and was altering her avatar on the fly. In her computer chair RL Jessica’s hands were pounding on the faux-leather armrest, to no effect.

Perhaps detecting her distress John smirked and shot her a wink. “This should help,” he said, snapping his fingers. RL Jessica’s sex moistened and her nipples hardened as her hacked VR unit triggered an influx of pleasurable neurotransmitters, washing away all of her worries. In the electronic scenario her eyes glazed over and her hips started to gyrate ever so slightly.

“Mmmmmmm….”

Satisfied that his partner would be more receptive to the fun he had planned, John returned to his work. Jessica began to move her hands across the surface of her now slightly domed stomach as the subtle bloating sensation increased. The building pressure was no long uncomfortable, nor disconcerting, she was actually rather enjoying herself! Tiny sparks of pleasure arced from her fingertips as they gently brushed across her taut skin. Another moan escaped as her hands traced over the apex of her tiny mound of flesh and down the gentle slope towards her sex. She moaned even louder as she felt the pressure continued to build, slowly pushing her belly outwards. It took less than a minute for her stomach to double in size. Jessica’s stomach had grown from a tiny food-baby to the size of woman four months along. With her eyes closed she couldn’t see many of the other changes that John was making to her Avatar, but they were not limited to her expanding middle. Her skin flushed, and her hair grew and shimmered. John’s attention to detail demonstrated a profound love for the pregnant form as even her fingernails grew and strengthened. Of course one change did not escape Jessica’s attention. Even though her hands were occupied rubbing her ever-expanding belly she could not ignore the changes to her breasts. They had already been very impressive, double D and perky in a way that defied gravity, but they too had begun to swell. They ached as they became engorged with milk, growing beyond DD and into gigantic EE tits. They were still much firmer than would be possible in RL but their new weight now pulled them down so they rested comfortably on the imposing mountain of flesh below them.

“Stand up, beautiful, I want to see you better,” John said. Still lost in a fugue, Jessica complied.

Looking down, Jessica could no longer see her feet. Her stomach had erupted out at least a foot and a half, and even that was nearly obscured by the massive mounds of flesh that grew out from her chest. She was so unbalanced that simply standing required all of her remaining mental resources. Both hands were tucked beneath her belly, supporting it and relishing the incredible weight of it. Her stance had changed dramatically too, as her hips had widened and her thighs and ass had thickened. She had become the textbook example of a woman about to pop. Probably with twins.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it,” replied John, visibly relieved that Jessica had fully accepted her new form. He snapped his fingers, and the glazed look in Jessica’s eyes was erased.

“Okay Sugar,” a once again lucid Jessica said, “are you ready to get your money’s worth? I may be huge, but that just means there’s more of me to pleasure, and you’d better be up to the task!”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll do my very best!”

Jessica mentally reviewed the time. An hour and twenty-three minutes! Awesome! “No hurry, you just take your time!” she added with a wink.

John responded by stepping forward. Jessica could feel his erection pulsing against her belly, could see his eyes glaze over, and reveled in the sharp pleasure as he dragged his nails along the prodigious surface of her stomach. Years of practice told her exactly what he wanted, and she was surprised to discover that she desperately wanted it too. She reached out and grabbed him, turned and tossed him to the bed, and lumbered over and sat atop him. His manhood was pinned beneath her soaking wet sex, and the rest of him was pinned beneath her massive middle. From her perspective nothing was visible below his perfectly chiseled chin. This time it was his turn to groan, as Jessica allowed him to bear the pleasurable pressure of her pregnant belly. If she wasn’t careful she could probably crush the life out of him. She suspected he would at least die a very happy man.

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The first thing I ever put inside my wife’s pussy besides myself was a hot dog. One of the many things I love about my wife is her willingness to try anything sexually I can think up. Her small five foot three inch frame has been put to the test on many occasions. So much so many times after I have had my orgasm, I would sit back and feel a small amount of regret or sorrow. Being called a sick bastard from some of my friends might have sunk into my head and sometimes I have a small amount of remorse after a sex session I know went south.

It is a weird feeling of lust I get when one of my fetishes does not get fed. Several times after we finish, I think to myself, I am never putting her through that again. Out of know where, a week goes by and I start thinking of it again. Two weeks, it is all I can think about and by the third week, my fetish gets fed. Then the process starts all over again. Even when I was single I always had those feelings and fetishes. Most of the time I could keep them under control by frequent masturbation sessions.

A few months after my wife and I got together I let her in on some of the less extreme fetishes I think about. Like this one night we were playing around and I had been stroking her clit very slowly and whispering dirty talk in her ear about how wet her pussy was getting. I asked her if she had ever fucked herself before.

To my surprise, she answered, “Yes, a couple of times.”

“What did you use?”

“My fingers,” she answered after a short pause.

I was getting so excited, my dick was like solid steel and I was dry humping her leg like a young dog. I just had to see this for myself, so pressing it further I asked, “Would you show me?”

“I don’t think so,” was her quick response.

I could tell this kind of talk was making her uneasy. I had to try another approach so I slowly pushed my middle finger into her very tight pussy before asking, “Have you ever used anything besides your fingers to fuck this pussy with?”

That did it! I pushed to far.

In one fluid motion she reached down, pulled my hand away from her pussy, got out of bed and looked me right in the eyes and protested, “I don’t know what your thinking, but the only things that are going in my pussy are your fingers, your tongue and your dick, nothing else! Oh and by the way, while we are on this subject, I do not suck dick either.” She added before stomping off into the bathroom without another word.

I kırklareli escort was stunned. I did not know what to say, so I said what any man would have said,” What about anal sex?”

She made no comment.

Since all this new information has come to light and staying with this chick would result in me never receiving another blow job for the rest of my life, I did the only thing I new to do, I married the bitch.

With her promise of never giving head and never doing anything remotely kinky, our married sex life was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I was able to talk her into the occasional quick blow job about once or twice a year. It either took a whole lot of begging and whining on my part or if she wanted to buy something she really liked, she would offer it up.

The rules were simple. I could not put my hands on her head and if I ever wanted her to do it again, I had better tell her way in advance of when I was going to cum! The up side to it all, I was getting pussy every night and sometimes on rare occasion, twice! The problem was I still had it in my mind there was more to sex than me getting on top, pumping away for five to ten minutes, then having a smoke. This was not how I had it all pictured. I knew there was a sexed crazed slut in her somewhere and it was my job to bring it out!

That was when I came up with what I thought was my brilliant plan. This plan was going to make me or break me, but it was worth a shot. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope for the best.

Friday night came and it was time to implement the plan. I was the first one home from work and set everything up for a romantic evening. Candle light dinner, wine, soft music and a fire. I even put a trail of rose peddles leading through the house to the bathroom and into the bathtub where she could bath in roses.

Oh yeah, sick I know, but the mood had to be just right.

The lights had to be just the right brightness so she could see herself in the mirror I had hung on the wall near the foot of the bed. She had to drink just the right amount of wine to take away her inhibitions but not be drunk. It had to be perfect or nothing at all. There was no room for plan B.

She arrived home in a good mood and was surprised to see how I had the house all done up. “Wow! You out did yourself. So what’s the occasion?” She questioned.

“There’s no occasion, I just wanted to show you how afyon escort special you are to me and how much I love you. That’s all!” I answered.

We had a nice dinner then sat by the fire for some small talk, wine and cuddling. She then walked down the rose peddle path and got into the bathtub where there were candles light and yes, more wine.

As I waited for her to return, I stripped down and got into bed hoping I would not blow the mood with what I was about to try.

What happened next was not part of the plan!

She came out of the bathroom in a sexy new red-laced teddy and posed for me at the door.

“Wow!” was all I could say.

Then she crawled into bed and without me asking or begging, began kissing along the shaft of my dick. I did not know what to do. She was sucking my dick! The light was perfect to see when she started to bob her head up and down. I could see my cock as it disappeared into her lovely sucking mouth. This was better than my plan so far. Without realizing it I was running my fingers through her hair and holding on to it.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab your hair.” I said trying not to piss her off. I sure did not want her to stop.

“It’s ok, you can grab it if you want.” She said with a slutty little grin.

“What did this chick do with my wife?” I asked myself, but at this point, I really did not care.

So I did what she said. I gently grabbed a hand full of hair and at first just held it. The longer and harder she sucked the tighter my grip got and the more force I was pushing down on her head until she was taking my whole cock down her throat.

After a little over a year of marriage, this was the first time she had ever done this and of course, I could not last long enough to enjoy it to its fullest.

“Oh shit I’m about to cum!” I shouted.

She lifted her head off my twitching cock and said, “We can’t have that. It’s your turn to service me now.”

I did just that, the plan was back on track now. Damn I would love to have shot my cum down her throat, maybe next time.

I tongue fucked her pussy for what seamed like an hour. I never put a finger in it because I wanted her to ask. I sucked on her clit, spread her pussy lips apart and stuck my fat tongue in as far as I could, when she asked, “Please use your fingers baby.”

This was it, the moment of truth!

I slowly reached under the blanket and found ‘it’. amasya escort I had placed it there when she was in the bathtub. I even went as far to put a condom on it because I did not know if it would sting or feel weird, so I took precautions. I gently spread her pussy lips back apart and in the dim light you could see her dampness from the licking I had just given her. Then I placed it right at the entrance of her pussy and with one fluid motion, pushed the hot dog in all the way. Before she could say anything, I placed my mouth back on her clit and started to suck. She started to trash her hips up and down and I started to really fuck her hard and fast with that little wiener.

“Oh my God, That’s not your fingers, what is that?” She asked while lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

I stopped sucking her clit just long enough to answer, “It’s a hot dog” and went right back to what I was doing.

She said something I have always wanted her to say. “Oh yes, fuck me with that hot dog.”

That’s just what I did, I fucked the shit out of her with that hot dog. I moved out of the way so she could see me slamming that round piece of meat in and out of her hole in the mirror I had hung up earlier.

She really got off on that. “Oh yea, keep fucking me, I’m going to cum.”

That was when phase two of the plan kicked in. Right in the middle of her begging me to fuck her harder and with her on the verge of cumming, I stopped and told her to do it herself for a second while I got on the other side of the bed. I do not know if it was because of the four glasses of wine or because she needed to cum so badly, but without missing a beat, she took hold of the wiener and started ramming it harder and faster than I had been, into her pink little pussy. With her other hand, she reached down and started frigging her clit like a mad woman. It did not look to me like this was her first time doing this.

It worked! I finally got to see my prudish wife fuck herself and damn was she fucking herself! My dick was like steel. I could not help myself, and started stroking my cock as fast as she was stroking that hot dog in her slippery hole.

“I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming!” She yelled out staring straight at my hand flying up and down my dick while a huge load of cum erupted all over her stomach and chest. One glob of cum hit her chin, but she did not even noticed.

Catching our breath we sat in silence for several minutes while we both watched the cum splatters start to dry.

She finally said, “Wow, you made a mess.”

“That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. What did you think about it?” I asked.

“It was not that bad,” She said as a matter of fact. “But, can we use something a little bigger next time?”

“I don’t see a problem in that at all,” I smirked, grinning from ear to ear.

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