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This story does involve bodily functions and humiliations so those offended by these topics should read no further. All characters are 18 or over.

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Linda Crawford noticed that student behavior in her classes—both the majority, which were all boys, and the one all-girls class—seemed much improved of late with all pupils very careful to avoid being seen chatting with one another during class nor doing anything else to elicit the strict punishment from their teacher for which Hamilton Hall, a prep school for university, was famous.

Linda, a charming-looking lithe blonde in her late 20s, had been the first female teacher hired by the very traditional school, which unlike most others and because all of its pupils were at least 18, eschewed the lax discipline of most U.S. schools and favored use of corporal punishment. Each master or mistress had a thin cane in their possession; other implements, such as tawses and straps, were commonly used as well.

This term, Linda had been joined by two new mistresses, Joan Wortham and Annabel Lansing. Both had experience teaching in the U.K. and thus with imposing physical punishment. Joan had been prompted by Linda to demonstrate with her to the faculty the use of a form of punishment Joan had learned about from an Indian colleague. This was called murga punishment.

When a teacher used it, he or she ordered the pupil to loop his or her arms beneath the legs (usually the thighs) and grasp each ear with the hands and pull. It was difficult for anyone to maintain the standing position for very long so the teacher usually had the pupil squat to get into position. Either way after two or three minutes, the pupil would be in severe pain and embarrassment.

Joan and Linda became the first two teachers to use this punishment regularly. It seemed easier than either caning a pupil in class or putting them on the Duty List for the Duty Master or Mistress to deal with after the school day. Linda usually increased the embarrassment factor by requiring the girl or boy to lower their panties or shorts before assuming the murga position.

Today, Joan, whose subjects were biology and chemistry, noticed a boy chatting with a girl near the back of her class. She had volunteered to conduct one of the first mixed-sex classes so it may well have been the newness of the chance to speak so closely to a member of the opposite sex that prompted these two to defy the strong rule at Hamilton kırşehir escort Hall that forbid students from talking to one another during a class.

Joan snapped, “You two, you know who you are in the back, you are talking, so get up here to the front right now!”

Deirdre Turner and Ken Nelson shamefacedly walked to the front of the class.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Wortham,” Deirdre began, “I had completely forgotten that class had begun.”

Joan looked at the two of them and said only, “You know that this is totally against the rules. So both of you strip from the waist down.”

Deirdre was horrified that her most intimate areas would be exposed in front of a class of boys as well as girls.. Ken was also upset but more because he felt he had gotten his new girlfriend into such awful trouble. He had seen Miss Wortham impose murga punishment and he feared for the worst.

When both were bared from their waists down, with Deirdre’s plentiful dark-colored pubes on full display and Ken’s rather sizeable 8-inch cock, Miss Wortham had them face the front wall so the class saw only their pale bottoms, and issued the feared order.

“You will assume the squatting murga position,” she intoned. The two pleaded for something other than the painful, humiliating murga punishment.

“No,” Joan answered, “you need to learn to obey the rules.”

The class watched as Deirdre and Ken slowly squatted and slipped their arms under their legs and grasped their ears. They began sighing and pleading with Miss Wortham to let them out of the painful position.

Joan continued her class for a while and then told Deirdre and Ken to stand. It was clear that squatting in the murga position had made them both aware of how awful this punishmentwas.

Miss Wortham now placed two chairs on either side of her desk facing the class. She ordered both punished pupils to get on the chairs on the knees facing front. Both grimaced as their bare bottoms would be facing the class.

Once they were kneeling on the chairs, Joan reached into her desk drawer and extracted two tail-pieces and a small tube of lubricant. She donned a plastic glove and took a dab of lube and inserted a lubed gloved finger into Deirdre’s cute little anal opening. The girl gasped to feel a finger in her most private orifice. Joan proceeded to do the same for Ken, who now had an erection that was stimulated by Joan’s finger massaging malatya escort his prostate.

Then she took the two tail-pieces which had a buttplug at the end and once inserted, an embarrassing tail sticking out. She had the two remain in that humiliating posture for ten minutes and then allowed them to stand, retrieve their underwear and skirt and trousers. They then returned to their seats.

Joan continued her class impervious to the distraction and none of the pupils dared make a sound unless called on by the petite, auburn-haired teacher, who had demonstrated she was not to be trifled with.

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Later that day, Joan and Annabel visited Linda’s rooms at the faculty residence wing for an after-hours drink.

“I understand you administered quite an impressive bit of murga discipline today, Joanie,” Linda chuckled as she poured some white wine for her two colleagues and herself.

“Yes,” Joan smiled, “I decided that it was a good way to cut out the chatter that these students seem unable to control…until I put a pair—a boy and girl—into squatting murga position.”

“For how long did you make them do that?” Annabel, who was familiar with the British use of cane and tawse but not the Indian murga punishment, asked.

“Oh, I knew they’d have trouble holding it for too long so I let them stand after about three minutes,” Joan answered, “but then I had them kneeling on chairs with the backsides facing the class and I inserted cute little tails in their tushees!”

“How charming, Joanie!” Linda exclaimed. “I have a feeling that Mr. Henderson will be quite amazed at how effectively you are establishing new standards for student behavior here.

“Have you had any experiences yet in administering punishment? Linda asked the red-haired statuesque Annabel.

“Yes, Linda, you busybody,” Annabel grinned. “And I have a feeling you might get a kick out of this one, too, Joan. I had a round of girls asking to go to the girls’ room. When I let two go and they didn’t return fairly soon, I sent another to check and all three returned, laughing.

“Soon, another girl came up to my desk and barely repressed a smile when she asked for permission,” Annabel went on. “I smiled in return and said that she would have to wait for a while.”

“Her face blanched and she whispered to me,” Annabel reported. “She said, ‘Miss Lansing, I’m sorry but I really really have to go. niğde escort She was now pleading in a high-pitched but quiet voice.

“I told her that the girls had been abusing this privilege and she would have to hold it,” Annabel smiled to her colleagues.

“She shamefacedly returned to her seat and soon I heard a little cry and walked back there,” Annabel said, “and saw her crying and a puddle beneath her seat. She had peed her panties. When I told her to stand she told me she had lost control and that she had also done a jobbie in her panties.

“I told her I was sorry for her embarrassment,” Annabel went on, “and told the girl next to her to walk her to the girls room to clean herself.”

“That’s quite a good one,” Linda commented. “You two are helping establish quite a nice image for women teachers here. I love it.”

Joan now chimed in. “You know,” she told her friends, “putting the tails in the bottoms of those two exposed them more because the buttplug tends to get them to spread their legs so the whole class had a nice view of Deirdre’s vulva and Ken’s scrotum and penis.”

“I’d like to try murga again to see just how hard it is to hold the position,” Linda said.

Joan and she stood and the pretty blonde teacher then squatted and put her arms under her legs and pulled on her ears.

“Very good, Linda,” Joan smiled. “Now let’s try to have you walk. It’s easier in the flats you have on. But it will be difficult.”

Linda started to try to walk and barely avoided falling over.

“Wow,” she gurgled, “this is very very hard.”

“Yes it is,” Joan said, as she commended Linda who now had managed to take a few steps and then gasped but renewed her effort to waddle without falling over.

“Linda, you have just performed a more advanced form of murga punishment called ‘murga parade’,” Joan observed.

Linda stood and thanked Joan for her demonstrating the punishment with her.

“I used my variation with the tails based on what I learned from my Indian colleague,” Joan told the two. “This punishment does show how severe Indian teachers have been able to be, although now murga punishment is severely restricted and barred in most places there.

“But when it was more common, my colleague told me,” Joan said, “the teachers would add to the embarrassment by making the older students—18 and up—bend over in standing murga out in the sun and then they might stick things in the exposed anal openings.

“Ooh,” Linda grinned, “those people do put us to shame—even the Brits—when it comes to knowing how to humiliate, I suppose.”

“Yes,” Annabel chimed in, “and I daresay that word will get around that it’s not a good idea to come to class needing to use the toilet, either.”

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The very same evening that Melanie peed her relief all over the children’s books in the library, saw her find a new kind of Watersports fetish on the web. One particular site was devoted to pictures of women deliberately wetting themselves whilst still fully clothed. Melanie enjoyed her evening, imaging herself in the roles that the different model took on, desperately fantasying as to what the experience would be like. She was of course very tempted to try it there and then in her home but she had made herself a strict promise to leave her fetish at the door step and not risk vandalising her smart and tidy home.

Her dreams that night were filled with the ideas she had received from the Internet. Initially she was on the bus travelling to work when for no reason what-so-ever, she started to piss in her smart business suit. Hot pee had immediately started to run down her long legs as her panties filled her hot wet pee. Her fellow passengers had started in alarm when trickles of running golden urine had escaped from the bottom of her trousers before starting to form growing puddles on the bus floor. Melanie’s dream shifted and she next found herself squatting down in the middle of a public street before starting to fill her panties with her squirting, wet relief. Even in her dream she was amazed that passers-by ignored the mess she was making. A damp puddle had formed under the steady trickling stream of golden pee leaving the fabric of her skirt and dripping downwards.

Melanie woke with a start. Immediately she was greeted with the urge to pee burning in her bladder. Shaking her head from side to side, her long brown strands brushing over her shoulders, she tried to dispel the images from her dreams. Flinging her bed sheets to one side she gazed downwards in expectant horror. Relief flooded her as she saw that her Nightshirt was still dry. She had thought for a moment that events in her dreams had been triggered by an accident in real life. Jumping up from the bed she clutched at her groin, legs crossed with the desperate urging coming from her bladder. The very thought of simply going to the bathroom to relief her pee was out of the question. Her hormones were racing with all the erotic thrills she had received that night, both from the web and from her nocturnal fantasies.

Melanie did a little war dance on her carpet as she fought to hold back the urge inside her. The need to pee was so great now. It was at that very moment when Melanie got an incredibly naughty but very erotic idea. In the twilight flooding her room from the semi-shuttered windows, she could make out a pile of books lying in one corner. At that moment in time she couldn’t care less if they were the most valuable books in the whole world, she simply needed to pee in a naughty manner. Seconds later and Melanie’s Nightshirt was lying discarded on the floor. Now the only thing she was wearing as she rapidly spread out the books to form a large pile karaman escort on the floor was her thin framed spectacles, which had quickly grabbed from the Dresser. Adopting a squat over the books with her legs spread leg and wide round bum cheeks hanging only inches over the pages of the open books, Melanie started her toilet.

Immediately the room filled with a gentle pattering sound as from her pussy lips nestled in her triangular mass of pubic hairs, shot a thick jetting stream of hot piss. Her golden flow rained downwards forming a flowing arch in the air between her pussy lips and the books she had laid out. Already the papers were darkening and curling at the edges as they eagerly accepted her steaming hot urine. Melanie gasped at the sight of her pee squirting from her pussy hole and making an incredible mess over the library books she was squatting over.

‘So much for my promise!’ Melanie giggled. Naturally she was getting an immense thrill from her actions. Her nipples mounted on her perfect, small breasts were proud and erect, fuelled with her naughty passion. Staring between her legs she marvelled at just how wonderful her piss fountain looked whilst she squirted her pee out of her pussy. She wished now she had taken the time to set up her video camera to capture the moment so she could relive it time and time again. She already knew that she would be fingering herself to an incredible orgasm as soon as she had finished her leak over the library books. Although nowhere nearly as rewarding as naughtily peeing at work, this was still so simply incredible. Her hot pee shower was still jetting from her pussy with an incredible force. She really had been very desperate to go. The patter of her falling golden rain seemed so incredibly loud and for a fleeting moment she wondered if the sound would travel through the partly opened windows. It was a hot summer’s night and the room would have stifling if she had taken the time to close them before commencing her piss over the books.

Melanie giggled again. The idea of a passing stranger stopping in wonder at the soft sound of her peeing in her bedroom was simply to provocative. Whilst still enjoying her leak over the now thoroughly drenched library property, she fantasised about a stranger coming to her door in the middle of the night to enquire about the sounds. Melanie would then invite them in and show them the puddle of pee she had made in her room with her night-time slash, enjoying immensely their reaction. If it was a woman, Melanie wondered if she would like a go to. Melanie’s fevered brain conjured up an image of a stunning blond squatting down over the library books she had just peed all over. This very same blond then started to take a piss of her own, showering the already urine soaked books with a new shower of hot pee. This time though the golden shower issued from the shaved pussy of this blond haired lady, whilst Melanie kars escort watched on with one finger hidden inside her moist pussy tunnel.

Melanie’s arch of flowing piss was beginning to wane as her fantasy started again in her head, This time it was a tall handsome male who had come knocking at her door. After seeing the evidence of Melanie’s toilet on the books he would slowly undo his trouser fly before producing his large wide dick. Melanie imagined herself sinking to a submissive posture like she had seen on some the piss web sites, opening her mouth in readiness for his hot squirting stream.

The last drops of Melanie’s pee fell from her pussy crack and landed in the small puddle still sinking into the pages of the book placed directly under her wide, rounded buttocks. With disappointment her fantasy vanished replaced for the need to answer an even more pressing desire than her urge to pee had ever been. Collapsing to the carpet at the side of the piss soaked books, Melanie urgently started to pump away with two fingers inserted deep inside her love hole. Her orgasm flooded over her almost immediately, such had been the fuel of her passion created by her midnight pee. Her soft moans rose momentarily to a crescendo as she came whilst ecstasy racked her brain as her world exploded in bliss. Now the only sound in the room was her panting breaths as she fought for air once again. A wonderful state of euphoria was filling in both her body and soul such had been the power of her orgasm. Finally she managed to drag her sweat stained body back to bed where she immediately collapsed into a deep and fitful slumber free from the torment of more piss fantasies.

The next morning Melanie woke to the calls of birds and the sound of light traffic coming from the street outside her partly opened windows. She lay awake staring at the ceiling for some time trying to recall why she felt so incredibly calm and at peace with the world. Memory of her nightly deed slowly flooded back to her and with a start she sat upright in bed and stared over to the side where she had carried out her naughty deed. Surely enough there were the books laid strewn in a large pile over the floor. Even from the bed she could clearly see the yellow stains marking the pages where her urine stream had played all over them as she had enjoyed her pee in the night. Part of her was horrified at what she had done. How could such a normal, quite girl like herself have possibly carried out such a deed? The memories of the images from the web came flooding back and she could feel her cheeks reddening as she remembered her dreams and then the fantasy she had made in her head at the very same time she was still taking a leak all over her Library books.

Melanie climbed out of bed and wandered over to the books. At the very back of her mind was a tempting voice urging her to even now, squat down over the books and relieve her morning kıbrıs escort pee all over their already urine soaked pages. ‘What possible difference would it make?’ the voice asked. Melanie shook he head trying to dispel the images. Squatting down she hurriedly started to close the books and started to stack the offending items in a growing pile. Once finished she hurried to the bathroom. She was still naked, her Nightshirt still on the bedroom floor where it had been left when she gone to pee over the waiting pages of the Library books. Being naked, even if just in her own house, was making Melanie once again very horny. Entering the bathroom she stuck her head inside the shower cubicle and set it to start running. Whilst waiting for the water to warm, Melanie stared at the toilet. The lid was closed, almost as if to say ‘out of use’. She did need to pee, her bladder’s usual supply of morning piss eager to be released. With a shake of her pretty head, Melanie dismissed the idea of using the toilet to have her pee. Instead she opened the shower cubicle door and stepped inside.

Deliciously hot water started to flow over her naked flesh as she entered the stream pouring down from the shower head above. The warm wet embrace moved around her body, running over her tits and between her legs just as she then started to pee. Immediately her pussy hole started to emit a new stream of heavily yellowed urine, flowing fast from her lower lips to join with the shower water pouring into the drain below. Peeing in the shower was something Melanie had never dared do before. She had always been too prim and proper even at school when the other girls had been so blatant about it. Images from her youth flooded through Melanie’s brain as she continued to pee. As the golden stream squirted away from her triangular shaped muff and mixed with the shower water, she recalled the sight of seeing the other girls openly peeing in their cubicles. One girl in particular had been very naughty, deliberately squirting her piss out of the shower so that her flowing fountain of urine had pattered over the tiled floor lining the gap between the cubicles. At the time Melanie had been horrified and disgusted at the sight. Now, peeing in the privacy of her own shower cubicle, Melanie thought it was a wonderful idea.

Once she had finished her early morning pee, Melanie enjoyed the rest of her shower. It was then time to dress and grab breakfast before making ready for work. Butterflies were dancing as she made her way down the road and towards the bus stop. For some reason the dream she had the night before about peeing in her panties during the ride to work, had come flooding back to haunt her. When the bus finally arrived, Melanie darted to the back seat and plonked her wide firm buttocks down on the seat. This was completely unlike her dream where she had been standing in the aisle. If nothing else that day, Melanie had no intention of allowing her secret fetish to become public knowledge. This was not say that she didn’t intend to wet her panties that day. In fact that was quite the opposite. The only difference being was that Melanie had a very definite setting in mind for the act she had every intention of carrying out later that day.

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Author’s note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 3 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1 and 2 are read first, but that is not essential.

The practises and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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I held onto the bar above my head as Megan pulled on the laces of my brand new corset. While my waist had been a trim 26 inches while I was waiting tables a few weeks ago, it had expanded due to too little exercise and when Megan measured it this morning it was 28. I grunted as I felt the silky fabric press against those 28 inches, edging them smaller. I had tried Gloria’s corset again since my first trial and was pleased with how it had looked on me, but I had been so looking forward to having my own so I could wear it for longer periods of time and allow it to train my waist, as I also trained it to fit me perfectly.

I felt Megan take in more slack on the laces, my abdomen being reshaped into a trimmer figure, the excess fleshiness seeming to squeeze onto my hips and into my breasts. I imagined what Stan would think of my new figure, how I would feel about the new me when I looked in the mirror and also how wonderful love making would be when Stan’s huge hard cock entered me while I wore the constricting corset. I shivered involuntarily with excitement.

“Nearly there,” said Megan as she tied off the upper laces. “There’s about half an inch separation at top and bottom, which will close as your tissue repositions itself, and about one and a half inches in the middle, so you will be able to use this corset for a while, gradually tightening it to contract your waist. It should last you a few months depending on how serious you are about increasing the tension. After that we’ll measure you again for a smaller corset so you will be able to shrink your waist even more. I understand a 21 inch is next and then a 17 inch, so we’ll see how you go.”

“I’d really like to get down to a 15 inch if possible,” I gasped as she pulled still tighter on the lower laces.

“Yes, well, we’ll see about that when the time comes. Maybe we’ll do a 20 inch then a 16 inch if this all goes well. Fifteen, or even 16 inches of constriction could cause serious internal organ repositioning which may not be in your best interests. Time will tell. Right now you need to wear this one and allow your body to begin the adjustment process,” cautioned Megan. “I suggest at first that you wear it for about eight hours a day, then you can step that up slowly until you’re wearing it for 16 hours. It’s important to allow your body some time for the skin to breathe otherwise it can cause skin irritations and you can become unwell.”

Megan tied off the lower laces and I let go of the bar, standing and feeling how my first corset felt on me. I walked over to a mirror and looked at the gorgeous woman looking back at me. I placed my hands on my waist and checked how far I needed to go before my fingers touched; a long way it seemed, but that was my goal. Megan watched me closely.

“Walk about a bit and feel how that feels. Sometimes if it is too tight too soon you can feel some instability in your hip movement, in which case it’s best to loosen the corset slightly and work up to that size a little slower.”

I walked around and everything felt reasonably normal, so we were both pleased with that.

“Right, so you can now dress and you’re good to go.”

What did I want to wear, I wondered to myself.

“What would you recommend wearing over this corset?” I asked Megan.

“Well, you could wear the clothes you came in, but I guess you want to show it off, eh. Come with me and see what we can find.”

I stuffed my street clothes into my bag and followed her to the elevator, travelling to the first floor which I remembered was the warehouse.

“It depends where you want to wear your corset. For normal street wear I suggest you need a small bra and some panties, covered by a normal dress. If you’re into a bedroom scene then maybe a nippleless bra or just a shelf bra would be suitable, with a G string and or suspender belt and stockings. If you’re going out for the evening and need semi-formal wear you could wear a bolero top which would cover your shoulders and breasts and come down just below the top of your corset, then you could wear a skirt from your waist down, with or without undergarments, leaving your corset visible from your hips to the bottom of the bolero. But of course if you wanted to wear a full dress that’s also fine. This one does not have a modesty panel at the back as that can tend to bunch up, so unless it’s tightly closed your spine will be visible. So a bolero top and skirt would give you quite a risqué look and would be certain to turn a few male heads.”

I looked down at the pale van escort peach coloured satin of the corset, thinking it would be a pity to cover that up, and browsed the catalogue rather than walking the miles of shelving, selecting a matching bolero top and a black skirt. Megan retrieved these from the shelves and helped me into them. I looked at myself in a mirror and adjusted the top so it showed a bit more cleavage.

“That looks fine to me,” I said to Megan, “Thank you for your time and expertise. Now to go and surprise Stan.”

We travelled together in the public elevator to the top floor then used Megan’s door to enter Stan’s office. He was seated at his desk poring over paperwork and looked up as the door opened, then stood and came to greet me with a kiss before holding me at arm’s length and looking me up and down.

“Wow! You look scrumptious; good enough to eat,” he enthused. “Did Megan sort out this outfit for you?”

“She suggested the concept and I selected the items. We make a good team it seems.”

“Yes, you do,” replied Stan thoughtfully. “Anyway, what’s under it? Something exciting, I have no doubt.”

“Well, it’s a case of what you see is what you get,” I replied with a grin.

“You’re joking! Aren’t you?”

Stan reached under my short skirt, feeling for panties and came away with damp fingers. He then peered inside my bolero top, pulling it aside gently until he’d uncovered my nipple, and let out a low whistle.

“You’re not joking. Well, I think this needs a bit more investigation, don’t you Megan? Would like to assist us please.”

Megan, Stan and I walked over to the couch on the far wall. This couch was against the landscape window which looked out across the city to the mountains beyond. It gave a feeling of open exposure, as though you could see the whole world — and they could all see you. Stan sat on the couch leaving Megan and I standing facing the couch and window.

“Megan, can you strip this luscious creature out of everything except her corset please?” requested Stan.

Megan did this, slowly and lovingly removing the two items of clothing so recently donned and draping them over a chair. Once I stood corseted and otherwise naked before Stan, he reached out and indicated that I should spread my legs. Once they were wide apart he ran his fingers through my sopping trench, then smelt them before licking them clean of my juices.

“Mmmm, you smell and taste delicious. Can you please strip Megan now, darling.”

I was overjoyed to have the pleasure of doing this and slowly, carefully and sexily stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her standing naked and beautiful alongside me. I felt very exposed and guessed Megan felt even more exposed as we stood in front of the clear glass for the entire world to see, should they choose to look.

“Thank you, sweethearts,” said Stan, “Mandy, please lie on your back on the couch with your ass on the edge and feet spread widely on the floor.”

I positioned myself, my open pussy being lifted upwards by my position, an offering to both Megan and Stan. I briefly wondered who would be first to sample my tasty morsel.

“Megan, can you please eat Mandy to orgasm.”

Megan knelt between my legs and grinned at me as she licked her lips in obvious delight at having such a sweet feast to sample. She lowered her mouth to my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on all my tender juicy offerings so openly displayed. I glanced at Stan and noticed that his eyes were glued to the scene before him, his hand gently stroking his huge exposed cock. Oh how I wanted that inside me right now. The thought of it nestling so tightly inside my wide open love tunnel, of the sensations I would feel as it moved back and forth inside me, stimulating my millions of nerve endings and sending wonderfully sensuous feelings through my body, sent shivers down my spine, causing the soles of my feet and palms of my hands to tingle, jolting me towards my inevitable orgasm. I was aware of how close I was, of my panting, my inability to control the shudders of delight pulsing through my body. I heard myself gasping as I approached my release, and then I felt Megan’s teeth grip my clit and bite it painfully. It was simultaneously the most painful and most erotic feeling I had ever felt and it pushed me over the edge. I was there, screaming my lungs out, writhing on the couch as Megan sought to follow my convulsive movements to maintain the tight grip she had on my clit with her lips and teeth.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” I bellowed as much in pain as in ecstasy.

It was over; I felt Megan let go of my clit and soothingly lick it gently with her tongue. I wondered if there was much blood, if it indeed was still attached to my body. I partly sat up to look and was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood and it was sitting there, engorged and beautiful as always.

Megan grinned at me as she caressed my corset-clad form. I grinned back, the pain she caused yalova escort already forgotten, already forgiven. Stan sat and watched us as he continued to gently stroke his massive cock, precum drooling from the opening.

“Megan, lie on your back on the couch please, knees bent and wide apart.”

Megan hastened to obey. When she was positioned to Stan’s satisfaction, he asked me to kneel on the couch and service Megan with my mouth. I did this, taking pleasure in kneeling between her feet and tonguing, kissing, licking and nibbling at Megan’s tasty pussy. As I did this I felt Stan move behind me on his knees and felt his cock head at the entrance to my love tunnel. I was already sopping wet and his cock was lubricated with his precum so he wasted no time on preliminaries and slowly pushed his cock into me to the hilt, his tight balls pressing against my clit.

Once we were all in final positions I began eating Megan seriously, hearing her gasps of joy, her sighs as I stimulated a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her unconscious tremblings, shudderings and writhings as my oral stimulation aroused her. Before long she was moving her hips in fucking motions gently, pressing upwards against my mouth, seeking yet more stimulation. I sensed that she was getting close and was determined to give as good as I had received. I moved my mouth to her clit, replacing my tongue in her entrance with two fingers which I moved in and out while I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Meantime I had been feeling Stan fucking me, pressing his huge cock completely into the end of my vagina, past my cervix, then withdrawing it almost completely, time and again, long, slow strokes that gradually became faster as his arousal grew. His cock in my constricted belly felt tighter than usual, there seemed to be greater friction, more pressure, more stimulation. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with a 15 inch waist and became even more determined to try it. His movements were pushing me close to my orgasm but I was determined that I would wait until he came so I could cum feeling his hot juices being injected into the end of my vagina.

We all progressed rapidly towards our orgasms. I wondered what it would be like if we all came together; would each individual sensation be lost in a joint orgasmic experience? I decided it would be fun to find out so decided to wait until Stan came before biting Megan’s clit to cause her to cum, knowing my own orgasm would also occur due to the hot injection I would receive from Stan.

I didn’t have long to wait. Stan’s movements became faster, more erratic, his breathing quickened, as did mine both from arousal and constriction, and Megan was writhing beneath my tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. I felt Stan’s tell-tale tensing, knowing that he was going to spurt in a few seconds, so I bit Megan’s clit, hard enough to hurt like hell but not enough to draw blood from the sensitive organ. Megan screamed and her body convulsed at the same time as I felt the hot rush of Stan’s sperm inside me, which pushed me over the edge, my scream being muffled by Megan’s muff.

Together the three of us convulsed, shuddered, writhed and moved uncontrollably. I released Megan’s clit after a few seconds, still wary of causing permanent damage, my own body shuddering from my orgasm as I felt Stan relax and lean over my back, reaching around and caressing my breasts.

It was over in a few moments and we extricated ourselves from the triple entanglement, finally ending up sitting on the edge of the couch, Stan’s cum leaking out of my sloppy pussy. We kissed each other and caressed each other lovingly.

“Well, I guess we can say that corset’s been christened now,” commented Stan at length. “How did it feel, honey?”

It felt great. I seemed to feel more sensation and pressure inside. I can’t wait to experience that with smaller corsets.”

“Just take it slowly,” advised Megan. “That was such fun. Thank you both.”

“Mmmm, thank you, Megan,” said Stan, “You’ve looked after Mandy really well. Thanks for that.”

“My pleasure,” replied Megan, “I think we all look after each other actually. I hope this isn’t the last time we have a threesome together.”

Stan and I agreed. We all stood, used the washroom attached to Stan’s office to clean ourselves up then dressed again and Megan returned to her secretarial duties, with a kiss for each of us before she left.

“That was such fun, darling,” I told Stan. “Thank you for the corset and wonderful service.”

“Hmmm, I could thank you in exactly the same words. See you tonight, darling.”

We kissed and I left, using the private elevator to return to street level where I caught a bus and returned home uneventfully. As I entered our home Gloria came to greet me.

“What took you so long?” she asked, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can see what your corset’s like. Oh, also so we can eat lunch together, but the corset’s the first priority.”

“Well, you can see it now,” I said, çorlu escort spinning slowly around to show my tight body off to her.

“You came home like that, with no dress covering your corset? You were game, daring or stupid, I’m not sure which.”

“Try sexy,” I suggested with a grin.

“Yeah, that too, I grant you. Anyway, how about dropping the top and skirt and let’s see the real you.”

I did this quickly and again Gloria was surprised I wore no panties.

“You know, I think we could build in panties to corsets, but make them adjustable and call them crotch straps rather than panties. They could have busks at the front or back and the other end would have laces so they could be tightened also. Can you imagine tight lacing your pussy? Of course you could also have additional things like plugs and dildos, and maybe vibrators, which could be held in place as well.”

“Those are all good ideas. What a devious mind you have! We’ll have to discuss them with Stan when he returns.”

“And Megan,” I replied, “I’m sure she’d be interested in things like that too.”

“Yes, probably. Anyway, you didn’t tell me why it took you so long to come home.”

So we sat down over a late lunch and I told Gloria about the morning’s adventure in Stan’s office. While I was telling her she became quite aroused, stroking her pussy and spreading her lube over her lips and clit. By the time I’d finished and lunch was eaten, she was almost panting.

“You bit each other’s clits? Darling, please make me cum; please bite my clit,” she begged me.

I took her hand and we lay on the reclining sofa outside and made love together in the sunshine, the warmth of its rays adding a special sensation to our lovemaking as I brought her to two orgasms, the second one by biting her clit, and she brought me to yet another. The afternoon merged into evening and the temperature dropped so we returned inside and put on house coats over whatever we chose to titillate Stan with when he arrived home. Needless to say it worked and after dinner Stan rose to the occasion once more and made gentle sweet love to both Gloria and I, while we also pleasured each other. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, sexually sated temporarily, our bodies entwined together lovingly.

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The next week was interesting. I wore my corset for eight to nine hours each day and Gloria laced it for me while also teaching me how to lace it myself by feel. She said that once I reached a stable size the corset could probably stay laced and I’d be able to use the busks instead of having to relace it each time. After she laced me into it she measured the gap at the top, base and maximum at my waist. I’m really pleased because my waist maximum has reduced from its original 1½ inches to ¾ inch after only six days. That’s halved, and I don’t feel unduly squashed. My body really must be changing. The corset feels more comfortable as well, seeming to conform to my body shape rather than having to battle with it to keep its shape.

The other exciting thing is that I went in to see Megan and discuss the crotch strap idea with attached toys. She thought it was an excellent option and fitted some busks to the back of my corset with some eyelets in the front, pointing out that I would need to be able to undo and redo the lacing myself so it would be best in the front. She then took some measurements and told me she’d make a couple of straps, so we discussed what they could look like. I collect them later today. Exciting!!

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“Hi, Mandy,” greeted Megan, casting her eyes over my corset-clad body, with a brief top tied beneath my breasts and a frilly skirt below my corset, reaching half way to my knees and looking like the merest breath of wind would blow it up and expose everything underneath, which wasn’t very much. The bulk of the skirt emphasized the narrowness of my waist. “You look hot in that outfit, and I’m not talking temperature.”

“Yeah, you like it? I’ve found it’s quite an eye magnet for guys. Even elderly guys gaze longingly after me and I find it amusing how their wives react.”

“I’ll bet. Guys just never learn, eh. Such fun and so easy to tease. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll feel even more like teasing guys once you see what I’ve got for you.”

As she spoke she was coming from behind her desk and after a hug, she spun me around and looked at the gap at the back of the corset.

“You’re doing well with your training,” she commented, “I can see we’ll have to make your next one in a week or so at this rate.”

“Yes, I’m very pleased how it’s going too. It feels good also, which I think is important. I also love making love with Stan wearing this. It feels so beautifully tight inside.”

She escorted me to the lift and we headed to the warehouse floor. We walked straight to the back fitting area and Megan asked me to remove my panties. I raised my skirt to show I wasn’t wearing any.

“Hmmm, you’re really tempting fate, or tempting a gust of wind anyway.” Megan brought over a few strips of fabric. “I’ve made some crotch straps which should fit onto your corset. Some are elastic, of various thicknesses, while some are non-stretch satin and one is something else, which I’ll show you later. Try this one.”

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Mollie tried to keep staring at the locker room floor, but she couldn’t stop herself from glancing up from time to time. Her boyfriend Chad was thrusting his enormous cock in between the large soft breasts of her friend and teammate Shannon, who was on her knees begging Chad to come on her big tits. It felt so surreal to Mollie. For weeks now she had worshipped Chad’s massive penis; gagging on it, stroking it, and feeling it split her in half. Now she was watching one of her best friends enjoy the thing that had become the focal point of her life. Mollie felt angry—betrayed by her boyfriend as well as her teammate. She felt insanely jealous. She did not want to share her boyfriend’s huge member with anyone. She wanted to be Chad’s big dick slut all by herself.

All the same, Mollie couldn’t help herself from feeling a little turned on. Watching Chad shove his cock into Shannon’s mouth reminded Mollie of all the times when she had gagged on the huge cock. And she had to admit that Shannon’s huge boobs looked amazing wrapped around Chad’s massive penis. Seeing another girl submit to Chad the same way she had excited Mollie.

Suddenly, Mollie was aware that Chad was moving towards her. Shannon was still on her knees, her face and breasts plastered with precum and spit. As Chad approached, Mollie gazed at his erect penis, hoping he would order her to suck it. However, Chad stopped short of her.

“Get up, you big cock whore,” he ordered. “And take off that towel.”

Mollie rose slowly, letting her towel fall off. It revealed Mollie’s incredible body: a tiny waist, perky tits, and above all, the huge round ass. The butt would have been large on any girl, let alone one as petite as Mollie. As it was, the perfect white ass had made Mollie a legend on campus, and was the reason Chad had targeted her to be his object. After Mollie stood, Chad grabbed a handful of Mollie’s big ass and gave it a hard spank that made it jiggle slightly.

“Clean her,” said Chad to Mollie, pointing at Shannon.

“What?” asked Mollie, though she now knew what Chad wanted.

“Clean your big-tittied friend,” ordered Chad. “Now.”

Without looking at Shannon’s face, Mollie reached down and helped her friend up. She looked at Shannon’s large breasts, which had just been wrapped around her lover’s cock. She felt a stir between trabzon escort her legs as she leaned forward and ran her tongue over Shannon’s boobs, scooping up some of the saliva and precum left from Chad’s vigorous titty-fucking. She felt Shannon gasp quietly, but continued to lick the mess off of her chest methodically until it was clean. From time to time, her tongue lingered on Shannon’s nipples, which were still hard. Still without looking at Shannon, Mollie turned around to face Chad, who was slowly stroking his cock as he watched the two girls.

“You’re not done,” said Chad. “Her face.”

Hesitantly, Mollie turned back and looked Shannon in the eyes. Her face was splattered with the juices from Chad’s vigorous throat-fucking. Slowly, Mollie put her lips on Shannon’s cheek to begin cleaning. As she did, she felt her Shannon take Mollie’s hand. Gently, Shannon placed Mollie’s hand on her large breast. Mollie squeezed the soft boob and ran her thumb over Shannon’s nipple, eliciting a gasp of contentment from her friend. Before she knew what was happening, Mollie’s tongue was in Shannon’s mouth and Shannon’s was in Mollie’s. Mollie caressed both of Shannon’s breasts while they kissed passionately.

Chad watched the two girls make out as he stroked his long, thick cock. But his gaze shifted quickly to the other pair in the room. Mollie’s other teammates, Abby and Alex were watching the two girls kiss with their mouths open. Alex had begun to unconsciously caress her own breasts, and Chad could see her stiff nipples through her towel. As Chad walked over to the two girls, they snapped out of their trance and stared at him. However, they seemed incapable of moving or speaking. In front of the girls, Chad stopped and stood, his massive pole standing erect before him.

Silently, Alex fell to her knees before Chad. She was by far the smallest of the four girls. She had short brown hair and her large brown eyes widened as she looked up at Chad and his huge cock. For a girl of her size, her breasts were large, but nowhere near the size of Shannon’s or even Mollie’s. She butt was not large, but perfectly round and descended into her shapely legs. Of the four girls, she was the most petite and probably had the prettiest face.

When Alex put her hands onto his cock, Chad grunted with pleasure. Her hands were tiny and didn’t even cover half of Chad’s length.

“Oh god,” whispered Alex, tunceli escort “How is it so big? It’s just so fucking big.”

“Do you like that, babe?” asked Chad, “Do you like Daddy’s huge cock?”

“Oh god yes,” moaned Alex. “I love holding Daddy’s big, heavy, cock.” And she began stroking the penis with two hands, pumping it as if her life depended on it.

“Good girl!” said Chad. “Now suck Daddy’s dick.”

Alex opened her small mouth as wide as she could and Chad was able to cram the head of his cock between her lips. Her eyes widened as she realized how truly enormous the penis was. Still, she gamely began to suck as much as she could. Alex looked truly small in comparison to the impressive member. Her large eyes stared pleadingly up at Chad as she bobbed up and down on the cock, begging him to continue. Chad, however, shifted his gaze to Alex’s right.

Abby had just knelt down quietly next to Alex. Her towel still clung to her. Behind them, Mollie was lying on a bench with Shannon between her legs. Mollie was moaning as Shannon gently licked her clit and inserted a single finger in Mollie’s soaking pussy. Chad ignored them as he looked at Abby. She was the biggest of the four teammates. She had extra baggage around her waist and her face was somewhat round. Unknown to Abby, however, Chad had had his eyes on her for a long time for the same reason he had ultimately chosen Mollie: her huge ass. Abby’s butt was even larger than Mollie’s thanks to her wide hips. She also had D cup breasts. Despite these generous proportions, Abby was objectively the least attractive of the four friends due to her slight chubbiness and the gap between her front teeth.

Chad didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as he pivoted towards her and shoved his huge rod into Abby’s open mouth. It was immediately clear that Abby could handle the massive cock more easily than her tiny friend Alex. She gagged and spat on the penis but continued to force it inch after inch down her throat, eventually taking more than half of huge cock. Alex tore off Abby’s towel and began to massage her large tits as she swallowed the big dick.

“You suck his huge cock so good,” whispered Alex in Abby’s ear. “You’re such a good slut. I want to see you ride that big dick.”

“You want to see me fuck your friend?” asked Chad.

“Oh yes, you big stud,” moaned Alex, “please fuck Abby’s wet pussy.”

Chad hauled uşak escort Abby up so that she was kneeling on the bench with her ass up in the air. Alex stood next to Abby and watched as Chad reached down and bit Abby’s fleshy weight butt. He spanked the big ass with her hands and watched as it jiggled back and forth. On her knees with her legs together the butt looked enormous. Chad laid his thick cock on the big ass and admired it. It reached almost halfway up Abby’s back.

“Please Chad,” said Abby, speaking for the first time. “Pound me with your big cock. Make my huge butt bounce and jiggle and keep on pounding.” Chad picked up his heavy penis and pressed the head against Abby’s pussy. He could feel how wet she was. Before Chad could enter her, though, Mollie clambered onto the bench next to Abby. Her face was flushed. Seeing Mollie and Abby’s asses side by side on the bench seemed to somehow turn Chad on more. He groaned and grabbed his cock, using it like a paddle to spank the two girls’ huge butts. Then, before the girls knew what was happening, he had entered Mollie’s dripping pussy and was fucking her hard from behind.

As Chad fucked Mollie, he kept one hand on Mollie’s bouncing ass and one hand on Abby. Shannon was kneeling in front of Mollie and Alex in front of Abby; the girls were licking each others’ breasts and kissing passionately as Chad pounded Mollie. Chad worked his finger inside Abby’s tight asshole as he fucked her friend, grinning with pleasure as Abby groaned and begged him to fuck her.

After some time, Mollie could feel a familiar shaking coming from Chad. He was close to coming.

“Come on baby,” she screamed. “Blow your load all over my big fat ass!”

“Oh god…” grunted Chad. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

Abby, Alex, and Shannon crowded around their friend’s huge butt. Their eyes were wide and their mouths open as they waited for the big-dicked god to finish. Finally, Chad pulled his cock free of Mollie’s pussy and began shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen onto the four girls. The first blast covered Alex’s pretty little face, the second landed all over Shannon’s huge tits. By the time Chad finally finished, the three faces were plastered, and Mollie’s huge ass was dripping with cum. The girls immediately began licking the cum off each others’ faces and bodies as Chad began to dress himself.

“Come on Mollie,” he said. “Time to go.”

“But Chad…” said Shannon, and Abby and Alex looked at him with pleading eyes. “Please… we need you inside us…we need to feel that huge cock inside us right now…”

But Chad took Mollie’s hand and left the three girls there in the locker room, naked and cum-soaked. Three more big cock sluts for him to rule.

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My name is Jeremy. I am considered by just about everyone I know to be a tech-nerd. I am in my late teens but have always been very knowledgeable about computers. I have been hired by a local company to create virtual-reality characters for our customers to interact with. I have been told to create a wide variety of types of characters for the company to use. The characters are to be human, but that they are to be as unusual as I feel like making them.

The company that I work for has developed the technology of virtual-reality to the level where the customer experiences what seems to be happening to them without any injury to them. The way that the company has done this is by using a technology from a variety of sources such as the military, the medical resources field and computer technology. They have created a bodysuit with electrodes that stimulate the wearer’s body to feel whatever is being done to them. They are given a mild hypnotic drug to place their mind a suggestive state. The customer wears a set of glasses with screens that show what is around the client. Built into the glasses is a pair of hearing aids that provide the sounds. Everything works together to give the customer an experience beyond anything available anywhere else. Everything feels, sounds, tastes and looks real.

I have a very fast, very powerful computer with a very fast, unlimited internet connection, that allows me to work from home whenever I want. I have my own custom-made outfit that allows me to create and test the characters that I am working on. I have used the machines at work to scan my body as a starting template for whatever character I want to create. I have always been slim and short. I am just over 5 1/2 feet tall, about 110 pounds, with short dull brown hair, and brown eyes. Most people don’t really see me because I don’t have anything that makes me stand out.

Today I decide to work from home. I slip into my temperature-controlled body suit and adjust the glasses for comfort. I log on to my user account and select the wireless connection for my suit. I take a drink from my insulated water jug and lean back in my chair. Using my mouse, I select a file from my ‘character in progress’ folder and start the file running. I feel my body relax and my eyes close briefly.

When I open my eyes again, I feel refreshed. I see the E-mail icon flashing at the bottom of my screen letting me know that I have a message. When the message opens it says “We have had a cancellation, and will be able to start your treatment if you are able to come in at 2:00 PM today.” Below that is the link for me to confirm the appointment. When I click confirm, the reply comes back “Thank you for confirming your appointment. We look forward to seeing you this afternoon.”

The clock on the bottom of my screen reads 10:00 AM, so I know that there is enough time for me to have a rize escort shower and get changed. When I stand up, my balance is a bit strange. I walk down the hall to my bathroom, and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warmth. I slip out of my clothes and step into the shower. The water feels so soothing as I turn my back to the jets cascading over my head, through my long hair and down my back. I have a variety of shampoo and conditioner to choose from on the shelf in front of me. I close my eyes and let my hands make the choice for me. I feel my long nails bump against a bottle, so that is the one that I am using today. When I flip open the top, the smell of flowers wafts through the air. Keeping my eyes closed, I squeeze some of the shampoo onto my hair. My hair brushes against my shoulders as I work up a foamy lather. I can feel the long nails against my scalp as the shampoo works it’s way through my hair. I step back under the shower-head and rinse the shampoo out.

I dry my face slightly so that I can see without getting soap in my eyes. Turning back to the shelf, I select a bottle conditioner and apply it to my hair. When the bottle is returned to the shelf, I select a squeeze-tube of jasmine foaming body-wash gel. Beside the bottle is the faux-fur bath-glove I enjoy using when showering. I squeeze some gel onto the glove, place the bottle back on the shelf and slide my long-nailed hand into the glove. I close my eyes again and tilt my head back slightly to prevent the conditioner from getting in my eyes. My chest has been tingling since I got into the shower, so I run my gloved hand over my upper abdomen and find that it is slightly swollen. The tingling feeling eases off a bit, so I wash lower on my abdomen and around to my sides. My hips feel softer and more round than normal. The tingling in my chest has returned, so I move my hand up over my belly and encounter a definite swelling on both sides of my chest.

Leaning my head back a bit more, I back under the shower-head to rinse the conditioner from my hair. Once again I can feel my long fingernails against my scalp as I work the conditioner from my hair, which I can feel brushing against the middle of my back. The tingling has returned, this time in my belly. With the gloved hand, I rub my belly, while the other hand continues to work the conditioner from my hair. The tingling now spreads across my chest and lower belly. It is a pleasant tingle that my gloved hand tries to chase from belly to chest without success. With the conditioner finally rinsed from my hair, I bring my other hand to my chest and rub my belly with the gloved hand. Keeping my eyes shut I explore my changing body by touch alone. There is a definite feeling that my body-fat has shifted around on my torso and settled on my chest and hips. And that my lower belly is flatter sakarya escort than usual.

I step over slightly to find the built-in bench-seat, which I sit down on. This allows me a chance run my hands over my legs, ankles and feet. My feet feel the same size, but maybe a little shapelier. My calves and thighs have a more sculpted feel to them and my ungloved hand can tell that they are smooth and virtually hairless all the way from my ankle to my waist, which is slimmer and has a definite curvy shape to it. As I bend over I can feel that my chest has an unaccustomed weight to it. I slowly wash my whole lower body from my feet up. Standing up allows me to wash my back, arms and shoulders. I save my belly and definitely curvy chest for last. Slipping back under the shower-head again, rinsing off my body, gives me a very pleasant, very unaccustomed sensation.

I turn off the shower and step out onto the thick bath mat. I avoid turning towards the mirror, for now, wishing to wait until I can use the full-length one in the bedroom. I wrap one towel around my waist and hips, another over my chest and lastly, I wrap my long natural red hair in a towel to soak up the moisture.

Walking down the hall to my room is a bit of a challenge as my balance is off. Everything is just slightly different, how I walk, how my weight is distributed on my body, even how my hands feel with the longer nails when I open my door. My room is done in various shades of orange and yellow. I open my armoire to look through what my choices are for what to wear underneath my clothes. Everything is on hangers and is all matched according to colour. The stuff on the left is plain and is not what appeals to me. Hanging on a hook on the right-hand door is just what I am looking for. I take the hangers over to my bed and lay it all out. My body will look so appealing after I put it all on. The closet doors are already open and I can see a rack of shoes on the left with 2 rails of hangers above it. The bottom rail has an assortment of pants and skirts neatly arranged by length, with the top rail holding blouses and shirts. What do I wear this afternoon? Nothing too revealing, or too tight. I think a long skirt will be suitable. There is a jean skirt with lots of pleats around the bottom half that looks like it will end at about my calves. I lay that on the bed and return to the closet to search for a top. Much of what I see is either too low-cut or too tight for my appointment this afternoon. I finally see a blouse that I know is just perfect. I lay that on the bed too.

The towel around my upper body feels tight against my chest, so I let it drop to the floor. I decide that I have waited long enough, so I turn my back to the full-length mirror on the wall and let the towel around my waist drop to the floor too. The towel holding my hair joins samsun escort the other towels on the floor as I look over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me is a 19-year-old female with a slim figure.

The clock on the table beside the bed shows that I need to start getting dressed soon. I return to the bed and sit down. I slip into what I have chosen for underneath my clothes. The blouse I have chosen is a pastel blue with denim blue lace that starts just below my shoulders, buttons all the way to the top of my neck and extends halfway down my back. The sleeves that end above my elbows are made of the same lace. When I try to pull up the zipper on the skirt, it doesn’t seem to want to go all the way to the top, so I go over to the mirror to check what the problem is. With my back to the mirror, I can see that the tag on the skirt has become caught in the zipper. I undo the zipper, revealing just a hint of skin-tone lace between the two halves of the zipper. With the zipper done up and the skirt fastened at the top, I take a closer look at my reflection in the mirror. Through the lace on my back, I can see just a hint of the matching skin-tone strapless basque that I am wearing underneath. I lift the skirt to knee height to check that the seams on the back of my pale blue stockings are straight. Satisfied with how I look from the back I turn to face the mirror. I like how the skirt hugs my waist and hips and then flairs out at my thighs. I run my hands over my hips, enjoying how the garter-belt clasps attached to the floral lace on my stocking clad legs feel through the material of my skirt. The blouse is loose enough across my chest to just give an idea of what is underneath without actually showing anything. I can’t help myself, I run my hands up from my hips to my chest. I find enough there to easily fill my hands.

I walk to the closet and try to decide what to wear on my feet. I pick out a pair of cowboy boots and sit down to try them on. The heel is too low and it just doesn’t look right when I see them in the mirror. The shoes I try on next have a three-inch heel with a one-inch sole. They are a little too sexy for wearing to my appointment. I return to my closet when I remember that I have a pair of open-toe blue denim 2-inch heels. Walking back to the mirror, I bend over to do up the straps on the back of the shoe. I look in the mirror and am pleased that the blouse shows just a hint of my cleavage without allowing more to show. The heels are just what I need to complete my outfit.

My phone gives a beep letting me know that I have to leave soon. On the screen is a message saying, “Silvia, you have an appointment at 2:00 PM.” I go back to the bathroom and give my teeth a good brush since I want them clean for my appointment. I give my long hair a good brush as well, enjoying how it feels as it brushes against my body, especially my shoulders.

I decide that I will leave early and walk to my appointment, which is an easy walk from my apartment. The day is warm and sunny which allows me to wear my new prescription sunglasses. After locking the door to my main-floor apartment, I stroll out to the street.

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“What do you mean? Dinner?” Sharon replied, confused as to what her daughter was getting at.

Amanda responded with a knowing grin, followed by a voracious drag on her cigarette and another dramatic inhale.

“Now what are you up to?” Sharon asked after expelling a tight stream of smoke out of the side of her mouth.

“Mom, don’t you think I’ve noticed how you’ve been acting differently lately? You and dad are out late on the weekends, you’ve been keeping the fridge stocked with alcohol, you started smoking randomly at in your 40’s. And not to mention your outfits, and your make-up, it constantly looks like you’re dressing for a nightclub. Are you really telling me that you and dad are just going out to dinner and having a stroll, business as usual?” Amanda explained, with all the accompanied eye-rolls and voice inflections you’d expect from a teenage girl.

Sharon was, expectedly, caught off-guard—again. It seemed that Amanda had been paying closer attention to the comings and goings of the Weaver household than she’d imagined. Sharon reviewed her behavior in the previous month and tried to see it from the perspective of her teenage daughter who’d always seen a mother who was respectful, cautious, and reserved. She suddenly realized that to anyone who’d been paying attention, Sharon had made a drastic change to her lifestyle that was impossible to ignore and immediately felt foolish to believe that her own daughter would not have seen it and had questions.

“Oh, honey, I’m just letting loose a little bit. Your dad and I are retired, and you and your brother are adults now and I think it’s time that we had a little fun ourselves. We need to do something because if we don’t learn to enjoy retired life we’ll end up watching news ten hours a day and scrolling Facebook for the rest of our lives,” Sharon rebutted, trying her best to maintain a casual tone despite the fact that she was extremely terrified of being found out.

Amanda narrowed her eyes at her mother, scrutinizing her statement while taking a deep, pensive drag off her cigarette. She stubbed out the butt in the marble-filled bowl they’d hastily decided to use as an ashtray and exhaled a tight stream of smoke that cascaded across the glass coffee table and hung in the air around the two women.

“Did you have dinner with Rich and Barb tonight?” Amanda asked slyly.

Sharon took a final drag off her all-white cigarette and stubbed it next to her daughter’s cork, noticing the presence of her lipstick stained filter and feeling a pang of surprise that she had finished it so quickly.

“Why do you ask?” Sharon replied, settling on a non-answer while she thought about what to say.

Well, I just know that they were over recently, and you guys seemed to have a good time, I figured you might all be enjoying your retirement together.

Sharon felt her heartbeat jump to another level and a familiar unease wash over her and fill her belly with knots. She suddenly pictured her daughter, watching from the shadows as she snorted cocaine and got bent over the kitchen counter by Rich while her father did the same with Barb right next to her. A sheer panic swept up Sharon’s ability to remain composed and she could feel a cold sweat begin to accumulate on her forehead as millions of possible excuses buzzed through her mind.

“Mom?” Amanda urged, a note of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, uh, I don’t know honey, what’s this all about? You seem awfully inquisitive tonight, is everything okay?” Sharon replied, trying to fall back on the old parenting trick of shifting the focus on the child disguised as maternal instinct.

Amanda snorted, an incredulous burst of laughter that displayed her unwillingness to be distracted or tricked into letting her mother slip out of this situation so easily.

“We’re talking about you, mom, not me. I’m not the one who’s dressed to the nines in full make-up and heels, coming home from God-knows-where smelling like alcohol and sneaking cigarettes. You don’t even eat sugar and suddenly you smoke? What aren’t you telling me?” Amanda continued prodding, intent on breaking down her mother’s ability to resist her onslaught of questioning.

Sharon sighed in exasperation, not sure of what lie to tell or what truth to withhold but knowing full-well that she wasn’t going to get out of this conversation without giving up something. Unless she wanted to run screaming from the room and lock herself in her bedroom, it was going to take some sort of meat for her daughter to chew on to get her drop this particular bone.

“Just tell me, mom, we’ve always told each other everything. Why are you hiding things from me now?” Amanda pleaded, adopting a more sympathetic approach now that she sensed her mother breaking.

Sharon thought a moment, what could she tell her? It needed to be meaty enough to satisfy her, but not so salacious that it generated a consistent lure of curious inquiries. A middle ground that ended this conversation and didn’t urfa escort immediately invite a follow-up, so she could brainstorm with Jim to find a good enough story to explain away her recent behavioral change. But there was also the possibility that Amanda already knew too much for something like that to work. Sharon had been sure that Amanda was out with her friends the night when Rich and Barb had been over. But she could have come home at any time during the festivities. It required some more investigating.

“So, you were home the other night? When you saw Rich and Barb? I thought you were out that night,” Sharon asked, again volleying the focus back to Amanda.

Amanda reached into the front pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out her pack of Camels, flipping open the top and extracting a cork-tipped cigarette and crushing it with a satisfying ‘pop.’ Amanda looked up to her mom and placed the cigarette between her plump lips, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Sharon took the hint and lit her daughter’s cigarette for the second time that night, something that would have only occurred in a nightmare version of her life just hours ago.

Amanda collapsed her cheeks several times, illuminating the cherry of her freshly lit cigarette in the indirect lighted living room. She plucked the cigarette from her lips after a monstrous drag and allowed a ball of smoke to appear for a moment before it was snapped sharply down her throat with a powerful inhale. A smile began to grow on Amanda’s face as she slowly began to exhale a lazy stream of smoke up towards the ceiling.

Sharon was now the one who narrowed her gaze at Amanda, her display of dramatic smoking conveying something she dared not believe. There was something in Amanda’s eyes, locked on to her own, that seemed to confirm that Sharon’s worst nightmares were most likely true—she’d seen it all. If not all, she’d seen enough to know Sharon had delved far deeper into certain activities than she had been letting on. Sharon felt like a mouse caught in a cat’s claws, her daughter having the power to take this conversation in a direction that left her no room to excuse or explain the events as anything other than what they were—a terrifying prospect.

A few minutes of silence passed, with Amanda smoking her cigarette in her dramatic way and smiling to herself in a knowing, self-assured way that made Sharon increasingly frustrated. She wanted whatever she was going to do with her knowledge to happen already and was tiring quickly of being the worm squirming on the hook.

“So? Are you waiting for something?” Sharon finally spoke, tension and stress influencing her tone in an obvious fashion.

Amanda broadened her smile and exhaled a final stream of smoke as she stubbed out her cigarette, joining the others in the bowl. When the last few tendrils of smoke escaped her lips, Amanda replaced her gaze on her mother, retaining the smile that was now wide enough to show the top row her gleaming, white teeth.

“I was just hoping you’d tell me what’s going on, without having to pry it out of you. You know I know more than you’ve told me, so just spill it and get it over with,” Amanda concluded with an invitation to overcome the uncomfortable moment like ripping off a Band-Aid—quickly so it doesn’t get dragged out.

Sharon would admit, it was tempting. Anything, frankly, was preferable to the excruciating predator and prey dynamic that was currently playing out at that moment. But she was also still clinging on to the fading possibility that Amanda only knew a sliver of what had truly happened and was fishing for the rest of the pieces of the puzzle. Another part of her was simply uncomfortable with having a conversation about swinging, group sex, drugs, and everything else with her daughter. The ramifications of her actions on the perception she had of herself as a mother was now coming into play—and it wasn’t easy to accept.

Sharon drew a deep breath in and let it out slowly over the course of several seconds—steeling herself to say what needed to be said. She noted to herself how wonderful it sounded to have another cigarette but resisted the urge to interrupt the moment by walking back to the laundry room to grab her pack of cigarettes. Amanda, however, seemed to read her mind. She dug into her sweatshirt pocket again and revealed her Camel Crush Menthols, flipping the box open and offering its contents to her mother who was visibly trembling.

Sharon shook her head in defeat and offered a feeble laugh, reaching her unsteady hand out toward the rows of cork-tipped cylinders nestled in the box in her daughter’s hand.

“This is crazy,” Sharon admitted herself aloud.

Amanda’s lips parted momentarily to respond but curled into a grin instead, satisfied with her mother’s acceptance of her offering. Sharon placed the cigarette between her lips and grabbed her lighter before Amanda shook her head and stopped her. Sharon, now desperately seeking the relief sivas escort of a cigarette, reacted with a hard look of confusion and frustration but watched as she extracted a cigarette of her own and held the cigarette eye-level as she crushed the filter and smiled.

Sharon’s eyes fluttered in relief that it wasn’t another game and followed her daughter’s suit, removing the cigarette from her lips and crushing the filter before replacing it. She again reached for her lighter but was beat to the punch by Amanda, who seemed to want to return the favor she’d received from her mother and flicked it to life—extending the flame to the tip of Sharon’s cigarette and lighting her mother up. After a few puffs Sharon pulled back and took a healthy drag, after which Amanda lit her own cigarette—her third in about an hour.

The two Weaver women sunk into their places on the couch and exhaled twin streams of smoke into the open space between them. Sharon enjoyed the immediate sense of calm that washed over her as the nicotine and deep breathing brought her anxiety and stress level down a few notches just below ‘unbearable.’ It helped her think a little more clearly and made the prospect of spilling her guts a little less horrifying.

“So?” Amanda encouraged; her beautiful face framed by the cigarette between her fingers angled as if she were imitating Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

“So, you saw it all, didn’t you?” Sharon started tentatively.

Amanda simply nodded, a familiar smile forming on her face through the haze of another voluminous exhale.

“Jesus,” Sharon sighed in disgust.

“Honestly, that was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’m a teenager who is friends with some pretty freaky people,” Amanda chided playfully, not quite giving away her honest reflections.

“Why did you even want to see that? We’re your parents and Rich and Barb are practically family—they’ve been around you since you were in diapers,” Sharon mused out loud.

“Aren’t teenagers supposed to be repulsed by even the thought of their parents love life?” Sharon continued, her boiling embarrassment simmering to a general sense of confusion and shock.

“Hey, I didn’t ask to come home to you doing cocaine and swapping partners with your best friends, I would have been happy to sneak up to my room unnoticed,” Amanda countered somewhat defensively.

“So, why did you stay and watch then?” Sharon asked seriously.

“Who said I did?” Amanda responded in kind.

Sharon’s eyes narrowed and her mind churned, pausing a moment to take another drag off her cigarette and still trying to decide what she thought of the minty menthol taste it left on her tongue.

“So, you didn’t stay and spy then?” Sharon clarified.

“Well,” Amanda replied, drawing the word out in a dramatic way that insinuated it wasn’t quite that simple.

“So, you did spy?” Sharon shot back, much less a question than a statement this time.

“I wouldn’t say I spied, more like I couldn’t bring myself to look away. It was like a car crash happening in my kitchen, what can I say?” Amanda retorted with an air of amusement that Sharon didn’t particularly appreciate.

“So, if you knew all of this already, what do you need me for? You have all the answers why draw this out and torture me with it?” Sharon asked with a tone of rising tension that gave away her frustration of the entire charade.

“But I don’t have all the answers, because I don’t know why any of this is happening. And more than that, I don’t know what this means for you and dad, and our family. Are you guys like, not together anymore or is it an open relationship or something? And cocaine? I mean, you have to admit that night generates a lot of unanswered questions to someone who doesn’t understand what’s happening or why,” Amanda reasoned clearly, showing a level of maturity beyond her 18 years.

Sharon took her words in a moment while she stubbed out her cigarette, trying to view the situation as a confused teenager instead of a spy who happens to share the same bloodline. It was immediately clear to her in that moment how difficult it must have been to understand what was happening and why and how uncomfortable it must have been to try to seek those answers from her own mother. A wave of guilt washed over her and combined with the already present shame and embarrassment to create a three-headed monster of remorse.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry Amanda, I… I’ve been so selfish,” Sharon confessed, feeling her face burn and tears threaten to spill from her glassy eyes.

“Come on mom, don’t do that,” Amanda replied, hugging her mother and imploring her not to cry.

“I can’t believe I allowed that happen in my own home, where you could see it and, and, what was I thinking?” Sharon continued to berate herself aloud, eliciting continued requests from her daughter to calm down.

After a few more minutes of hugging and sniffling the tekirdağ escort two Weaver women broke their embrace and sat awkwardly on the couch, each of them waiting for the other to break the silence.

“So, what is happening with you and dad?” Amanda asked, breaking the stalemate.

“We’re fine, actually, we’re really good. It’s probably hard to believe but this is all an attempt to improve our marriage. Things were, well, we’ve been married a long time and the passion was just gone. Rich and Barb suggested we join this swinger group that they’re in and one thing led to another and…,” Sharon trailed off.

Amanda took a few moments to process what her mother had said, staring into space with wide eyes and nodding as if willing herself to accept what was an almost inconceivable series of events.

“I know it’s crazy, and it was completely irresponsible of me to bring it home and there’s definitely no excuse for the smoking and drinking and drugs but, this is all new to me. I never went through a teenage rebellion stage, I just, I think I just got carried away. And I’m really, really sorry you had to see that, it’s just… awful,” Sharon continued, shaking her head throughout in a physical display of her remorse.

A few more minutes of quiet reflection followed, neither woman quite sure of where to go or what to say next. Amanda had gotten what she wanted—an end to the lies and pretending and answers for all of it. But she wasn’t prepared for the aftermath of the confession, the confirmation that everything she had seen wasn’t just a dream or hallucination. Her mom had really been getting screwed on the kitchen counter, her father had really been screwing her mom’s best friend. Not to mention everything else that was going on. So many conflicted thoughts and feelings filled her head that she had to take some time to pick through them and settle on one that seemed true.

For Sharon, guilt, shame, and embarrassment had sealed her mouth shut and robbed her of anything further to explain. There would have to be a re-examination of what it meant for her and Jim to live this life, and if it was even appealing now that the impact to their family was factored into it. Sharon was wracked with guilt and she desperately wanted to run and tell Jim, console in him and receive his strong sense of things to dictate their next move. Mostly though, Sharon simply wanted to break down in his arms and be vulnerable. But there needed to be some sort of closure—and walking out of the room now wouldn’t do.

“I’m not mad at you,” Amanda uttered, cutting through the minutes long silence that had fallen on them like a heavy blanket.

“You’re not?” Sharon asked, somewhat shocked.

“I can’t believe it, but yeah, I’m not,” Amanda responded flatly.

“So, how do you feel then?” Sharon pressed, feeling like her relationship with her daughter hinged on what she said next.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just kind of… surprised. It seems… unreal to me. But I’m also kind of… I feel like I need to get to know you again. Like, you weren’t really the person I thought you were and now I have to start over in a way,” Amanda explained slowly, as if her words were being fed to her one letter at a time.

Sharon’s heart sank, she had become estranged from her daughter in one fell swoop. One night of reckless indiscretion had undone a lifetime of maternal bonding. Sharon had revealed herself a stranger to her own daughter and at the precipice of adulthood and independence there would likely never be an opportunity to repair it. It was almost too awful to accept.

“I’m looking forward to it though. I feel like there was this entire side of you that I had no idea about and now, I don’t know… I feel like we can be friends and have a real adult relationship instead of mother and daughter,” Amanda continued, Sharon only now realizing that she hadn’t finished her thoughts, she had only paused for a moment to compile them.

“So, you, I mean… we’re okay?” Sharon stammered.

Amanda’s wide grin returned, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, of course. We were never not going to be okay, mom. I was just pissed that you were sneaking around and living this other life and believing I was some moron who wouldn’t notice. Like, hello? I live in the same house. Did you honestly think you could hide all of that from me? And since when are we like, hiding stuff from each other anyways?” Amanda continued in mock annoyance.

“Well, you said you’ve been smoking since you were 15 so, it goes both ways little lady,” Sharon replied in kind.

“Yeah, okay, you got me. But you know how you were! You wouldn’t let me drink soda, or have ice cream, if you knew I was smoking I’d literally be dead. I wouldn’t die of lung cancer because you would murder me,” Amanda enthused animatedly.

Sharon laughed, a large weight finally being lifted and some of the guilt and shame floating away.

“Well, I still really don’t like that you smoke. I really want you to quit, both of us actually. It’s stupid, we’re too smart to be doing something so stupid,” Sharon said motioning toward the bowl of smoked butts sitting on the table.

“I don’t know, you sure didn’t look like you wanted to quit tonight,” Amanda retorted slyly.

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The truck drove up to the front door of the big, square industrial building perched on a hill in the middle of nowhere. A young man, studious and nerdy, open the door and stepped out into the cool morning air, walked up to the front door of the building and rang the intercom. “It’s James DeFranco from the Bulletin to meet with Doctor Saunders.”

There was a buzzing and the door unlatched. He opened it and walked in. In the beginning, it looked like any other plant he’d toured. Men and women some in lab coats, bustled up and down the hall ways, going to or coming from who knew where. Then amongst the workers was a woman, totally naked, with huge pendulous breasts, with an unmistakeable film of milk on them. No one seemed to notice anything unusual and as quickly as she appeared, she opened a door and was gone. There was a whiff of antiseptic in the air, but also another smell, not as easy to identify. A head emerged from one of the offices, “Come this way Mr. Defranco.” Said a cheerful, if somewhat severe looking young woman.

The young woman ushered the man through a busy waiting room and into an executive office where a thin, balding studious looking man in his fifties wearing a lab coat welcomed him. “I am Doctor Saunders, head of the facility here, Mr. Defranco.”

“Just call me Frank, most people do.”

“Okay, Frank. Welcome to our dairy. Thank you for coming. I got a call from your editor last week and we are glad you are here. As you know while human cow farming has been an industry in this region for many years and ours is one of the biggest dairy operations, the bull ranching business is new, and somewhat controversial. I hope we can both reassure you and answer any questions you have.”

“Well, I couldn’t help noticing a naked woman in the hall way. Would she be one of your cows?” “Yes, likely on her way to re-sign her commitment papers. Each six months, they have to come into the office and if willing re-sign for another six month period. It is very rare for them not to re-sign as you know, the work is very pleasant and lucrative. I could say the same for our bulls.”

“They sign for six months too?”

“Yes, except for those in our advanced program. That one requires a five-year commitment. It pays much more per month and over five years is almost enough to set a bull up for life outside if he should choose that. Somehow I doubt that many will choose an outside life.”

“Really? Some activists say that the new program is dehumanizing, degrading and shouldn’t have been licensed. Some in the legislature think so.”

“Well, I hope you are here with an open mind. Since the precipitous drop in fertility amongst adult males some extreme actions have been taken as you know.”

“Yes, from personal experience. I am one of the potent males, so now I have to have sex with five women a week. It’s tiring and some of those women, well.”

“I know just what you mean, as one of only four potent males in my community of 200,000, I have to do the same as you. My wife hates it I can tell you, but what can I do? Well, perhaps if the ranch is successful, and we have been doing very well so far, it will relieve some of the pressure. Well, let’s start with a tour. I thought I would show you first a bull pen for a bull that’s been here just nine months and then I will show you the pen that houses Bull One. He’s here on the second year of his five-year program, but before that he was on the six month program for five years as well.”

“So, he’s been here seven years?”

“Yes, and you have heard of him of course?”

“I have. His number is listed on over a thousand birth certificates, since the requirement to list the sperm source became law to prevent accidental incest.”

“That’s right, and I think you will see his experience as a bull has been a really boon to him and to society at large. We work with UIT professors to develop our programs to make sure that they are attractive, effective and safe, but we can talk more about that after the tour.”

“Could I tour the cow barn afterwards? I think that would be interesting.”

“Of course.” The doctor replied with a knowing grin.

The First Pen

“Take a look through this viewing window. It’s one-way glass so that he can’t see us and looks down at the pen. The bull lies on that table. It’s like a massage table, with a ring and an opening for the face at the top, and extends down to the ankles. Motors built into it turn the table a few degrees in each direction every five minutes to avoid bedsores. His cock and balls hang down through an opening in the table and he ejaculates into the funnel arrangement. Bulls like him on the short-term program have a fairly modest dose of medication, just something to improve the sperm and ejaculate production a bit and a relaxing medication to help them adapt to their new life. The only surgical work we have to do is to reroute the urine so it doesn’t risk contaminating the ejaculate.”

“So is that easily changed if he should decide mersin escort not to continue?”

“Oh yes. Very easily undone. Now lets go down into the pen.”

The two men rounded a corner and went down a set of stairs to enter the room. A robed female technician was in the room adjusting the equipment with one hand on the side of the bull. There was a porn movie soundtrack playing on the speaker. Frank blushed as he wondered what the technician might think, but she continued to gently pat the bull in an approving manner. The room was very warm, and a bit humid. Ideal temperature for the always naked bull on the table.

“This is bull Number Five. He’s quite potent and a good breeder.” The doctor said as he placed a hand on the bull’s hip and walked towards his head. “We use female technicians exclusively with Number Five. That’s not true of all the rest. He is monitored constantly. See the displays. They show time since last ejaculation, time expected until next one, the amount of ejaculate, and the usual vital signs. The one innovation I am most proud of is this tube in his anus. The outer diameter contains electrodes and paired with one on the milking device, a sleeve that masturbates him, it delivers a mild cyclic current to tighten his pelvic floor muscles. It’s just like a strong thrust.”

“Sounds barbaric.”

“There are lots of similar devices on the market. People buy them for personal use all the time and the current level is carefully adjusted. See this trace here? That’s the bull’s anxiety level. Anything below one is considered good and here,” he said pushing some buttons and sliding his finger along the display “is the moment of ejaculation when the current was strongest, you can see that it barely registers. He’s a good boy this one.” Said the doctor giving him a pat on the ass. In response, the bull’s smile broadened. “They are like a person in that regard, they like to patted and complimented. Notice the smooth skin. “

“They are people though.”

“Well, they were when they came in and will be when they leave, but right now they are bulls. They are treated much better than people. He’s watching a constant stream of porn on his monitor there, tailored to his preferences, revised and updated each two hours. The centre of the anal tube is hollow to allow waste to escape and be removed by the vacuum tube. The waste is very soft due to the diet the bull is fed, directly into his stomach through a tube.”

“He doesn’t get to eat?”

“He never goes hungry, is never thirsty and never has indigestion. His food is perfectly balanced nutritionally. He has a much better diet than he’d ever have outside. All the bulls take a pill before they arrive. It’s part of the recruitment process. It’s related to a chemotherapy drug. It strips all their hair off. We give them a much smaller dose in their feed so it doesn’t grow back. The hairlessness saves energy and makes it much easier to keep them clean. They don’t ever shower, they are just sponge bathed.”

“He doesn’t smell, just of cum. His balls are really big, almost the size of a naval orange.”

“Yes, it’s partly because he uses them so much and partly some of the medication we give him.”

“How often does him cum?”

“His cycle is here on the display, adjusted automatically to be the most pleasing for him. He cums, has a refractory period of twenty minutes then is stimulated over nine and a half minutes, then cums again. He puts out about 25 ml each time which is well above what you or I would put out. The sperm count is much higher than ours despite the increased volume. That continues for fifteen hours a day, he sleeps nine and it recommences. These ones loose track of time though. A day is like a moment for them and they are surprised when they are told their six months is up.”

“So, he cums twice an hour, or thirty times a day?”

“Close to, and he enjoys the last as much as the first. He has no distractions, no pressures, no boss after him, no wife to please, no mortgages, no debts, no one to keep up with. Just him in his beautiful, comfortable world. We pipe in an artificial intensified smell of pussy. Smells almost like the beach doesn’t it?”

“I’d really like to see Bull One though. Can we do that?”

“Sure, this way.” He patted Bull Five on the butt and complimented him before opening the door and going out. “This room has no window. There are too many proprietary secrets. Your editor assured me that you wouldn’t reveal those aspects.”

“No, no specifics. Just general terms. I am more interested in the welfare of the bull.”

“As are we. We want good strong healthy sperm, and good production. You can’t get that with abuse. Now what I am going to show you might shock you. Most people think of a prime bull as a big muscular creature, but they aren’t. As you’ve already seen, they can be quite passive when treated right, and in some ways more like human cows.”

The doctor opened the door and led Frank in. “Look muğla escort at that. He doesn’t look much like a bull, but he is not only a bull, but the leading bull in the world for impregnations and production.” Before the men on a bed like the one in the first pen lay a man, somewhat larger than the other. His skin was thin and pink. He was very smooth with little discernible musculature. His balls and cock hung down from the table, but his balls, each the size of a watermelon, were supported by a scale. The Doctor ran his hand reassuring over the mans legs and buttocks. He glanced up at a screen. “He is in a tumescent period right now. It is twenty-six seconds long.” With that the buttocks began to clench. A clear sleeve round the mans cock began to pulsate. “Watch this, it takes him only one and a half minutes to cum.” Frank stared at the cock fascinated by the pulsation. After the minute and a half, a stream of cum flowed out of the cock. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The stream pulsed but never diminished, almost like out of a water tap. It flowed for the minute and a half and then very quickly it stopped and the cock began to shrink. “Amazing isn’t it. He gives twelve to thirteen ounces each time. There has never been anything like him before.”

Frank stood there shocked. He knew this was a man before him, but he couldn’t quite accept it. The man’s face was shown on monitors that could be seen in any part of the room as in the previous pen. “He likes this?”

“You can see the smiles, can’t you? And the look of ecstasy when he cums. Imagine a flow like that, how that must feel. It would have to be incredible.” Frank watched through another cycle as the Doctor walked around the man, his hand always on his body, patting and stroking.

“Yes, I can see his face, but well.” Frank was left speechless.

“You can smell cum in this room, that’s artificially boosted. Again, it helps production. The room is a perfect temperature for him. Notice too the screen in front of him. He doesn’t watch the porn that the six-month man watches, we have a camera trained on his ass hole, one on his cock and one on his nuts. In the corner of the screen are statistics to encourage him in production. They show the number of children born with his genes, the number of ounces of cum produced today and for the week and the point in his cycle he is. Once a week we drain his nuts. Each holds almost a quart of cum. He recovers from each orgasm in the exact time for the next cycle to orgasm, except for the day we drain him. We do that to encourage further growth and to verify his output and reserve. He’s a marvellous creature and totally focused on making cum. As his output increases, so does his satisfaction and happiness, and mine too. I guess it’s contagious”

“Why only male technicians?” He asked as one of them came in to swap cum containers.

“Women only distract. The professors at UIT say that he will be happier and produce more this way. Kind of like a queen bee in a hive. You notice how smooth he is? Well, one of the professors theorized that the thrusting during orgasm was inefficient for us. I mean there is no cervix to fire the cum against. So, the ham strings on both his legs have been surgically severed.”

“What, you made him a paraplegic?”

“Temporarily. If he decides to leave the program, they will be reconnected. He is so happy and content, I can’t see it happening though.” Frank sat stunned. “Feel how smooth he is.

Reluctantly at first Frank put a hand on the bull. It felt warm, moist and smooth, just as the doctor said. He stroked the bull gently and ran his hands down his legs. Just then the bull’s sphincter began to pulse, building yet to another orgasm. He put his hand on the bull’s butt and felt the pulses himself. When the orgasm came he bent down to observe the cock close up.

“We had to stretch his urethra a bit. It was a bit uncomfortable but it’s been worth it. His cum flows more easily now.” While the bull’s balls were enormous the cock was a normal size and the urethra looked oddly huge.

“His cock is a normal size. How come?”

“That’s not the part we are interested in, or is he. He gets the same pleasure regardless of the size, it’s the orgasm that’s huge.

Much to Frank’s chagrin he needed to turn and adjust his own cock. The view of this utterly submissive bull had an affect on him. He couldn’t help but imagine himself in the bull’s place.

“This bull is so happy and this program so successful I wish that I could join it.” Said the doctor.

“Really? And give up freedom.”

“Who really has freedom nowadays.”

The doctor knelt and motioned Frank to join him. He put a hand on one of the huge balls and slowly stroked it. “I have a wife who is always after me to be more successful. The state makes me bed five women a week to meet quota or I go to jail. There is war and famine every day in the paper. I just want to check out some days, but of course I don’t. The ranch nevşehir escort needs me and my bosses wouldn’t let me go. These bulls have it made in the shade. Their every need accommodated, and you can see the joy on their faces, especially this one, when he orgasms, and it goes on so long, then a short rest period and joy again. What a life!”

“It’s okay to feel it, look at the monitor. He likes it, a lot. If I could justify it I’d hire someone just to fondle his nuts each day.” Frank tentatively touched the left one. It was smooth, the skin slightly stretched, warm and with a solid heaviness to it. “Isn’t that great. What a stud! It’s funny, people think of masculinity as being rough and strong with big muscles, yet there are plenty of men out there today who have big muscles, look strong and virile, and yet are sterile. This planet has turned things upside down. Pollution has neutered those men. Now it is the man like this, quiet, patient, but with a set of nuts no man could even dream of, who is really the height of masculinity. Look at the monitor. Over twelve hundred women have carried his babies to term. That’s real masculinity.” Frank continued to slowly stroke the balls of the bull, and the bull continued to smile happily. The doctor could see that the journalist was deep in thought. “What would it be like to have a pair of nuts like these between your legs!”

“How’d you walk?”

“Who cares, Frank. This is paradise, and you don’t have to walk anywhere.”

The doctor let Frank dream for a minute, then stood, breaking the reverie and led him to the door. The doctor led him back to the reception area and turned him over to one of his assistants for a tour of the cow barn.

After Frank had gone, the receptionist came over and whispered to the doctor.

“Doctor, did you know that Susan Johnson, the lawyer acting on behalf of Bull One gave birth to a baby girl? The last I heard she hadn’t won the draw. I wonder what happened.”

“Wasn’t it about eighteen months ago she was here to represent Bull one? How old is the baby?”

“I’ve heard it’s nine months.”

“She had to talk to him alone for quite a while. I wonder.”

The doctor returned to his office and spent the rest of the afternoon on routine paperwork. He noted that two of the bulls had renewed for six months, though there was a note from their legal representative, Susan Johnson, that it would be the last time for the two, this being their second.

The receptionist poked her head into the office interrupting the doctor’s thoughts, “Doctor, Mr. Defranco asked for some of our hair removing pills before he left. Do you think he might be coming back?”

“Oh, I am almost sure of it. If he does, could you make sure that you recommend Susan Johnson to act for him as power of attorney?” He said smiling.

“Isn’t she making a little trouble for us with those two bulls?”

“Oh, she won’t be anymore. I can’t see her giving us any trouble.”

“Oh, I will make sure that I give her my strongest recommendation.” The secretary said smiling back.

The next day Susan Johnson was in to sign some paperwork on behalf of two cows that had come due for renewal. Both were happy to renew, but Susan expressed some concern as to whether it was good for their health. One had been particularly harshly caned for a minor infraction.

“Ms. Johnson, can I see you for a minute in my office?” Asked the doctor.

After entering and closing the door she sat down. “Doctor, I am very concern that these cows and bulls are staying in your program too long. It will be hard for them to adjust to outside life, and the physical changes are getting more severe all the time. The women have bigger and bigger breasts, and the men bigger testicles.”

“Well, the bulls and cows both profit generously from the program, but I’ll tell you what to do. In future, you will sign off on all extensions that I tell you to. The two bulls that are on their second six-month terms, you will change to five-year terms. Any new bulls who you represent, regardless of what they want, you will sign agreements for five-year terms and you will roll over these terms until I tell you to stop.”

Ms. Johnson’s face had become red with anger. “That’s ridiculous. I represent the client not the company. That wouldn’t be in their interests at all. I am not going to do that!”

“Ms. Johnson, when you were here eighteen months ago, you saw Bull One, alone. We turned off all monitoring equipment at your request. I’ve checked the records. Ten ounces of semen went missing that day.”

“One of your technicians spilled it I bet.”

“No one spilled it Ms. Johnson. You took it. You jerked off that bull and you took it. That’s how you got pregnant. Your husband is sterile. You entered the draw, but like most people, you didn’t win a chance with a fertile man. You didn’t put the true origin of that sperm on the baby’s certificate. Bull One is not listed as the genetic father. As a lawyer, you know the consequences of making a false statement. Do you want to remain as a lawyer?” The statement about the origin certification was a bluff. He didn’t know for sure, but from her reaction, he knew he was right.

Her face fell as she knew that she’d been discovered. “So, what do you want, money?”

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Jamie’s parents had moved to the States in the November. It was New Year now and he had commenced the final year of his secondary education at a new school, in a whole new country. Haverington, his school in England had been awful; more like a prison than a school. Two years of hell. It was one of the old fashioned grammar schools, where all the students needed to wear uniform. It was a dark, foreboding building and the rules were absolute and inflexible. If he was even a minute late for register he got detention. Mobile phones were banned; gum was banned, everything was banned. On his first day, he found himself in the headmaster’s office for talking in class. Academically it was excellent and returned first class results; but at what cost?

His new school, Bransdown was different. It was a modern school where you could wear your own clothes and other than a few basic rules, it had a relaxed atmosphere. He had received a good education at Haverington, despite everything, but could now study for his final year not having to worry about being kept back for the slightest thing or given a thousand lines for some minor misdemeanour..

It was the first day of his second week. Since his arrival, the other students had greeted him either with indifference or mild amusement . He was the new kid and hoped he could settle in quickly and adapt. Yes, they thought his accent was funny and he called things by the wrong words but he didn’t actually receive any hostility as such – just banter. His final class of the day was Mathematics. The tutor was a tall, attractive, dark-haired woman of 30. Miss Jackson was one of those women, which young men Jamie’s age dreamed about. She had an air of sophistication mixed with understated sexuality. Her formal attire gave her a mysterious, out of bounds look, which the eighteen year old male students like Jamie craved. She had a well spoken, business-like manner which lent the right amount of gravitas to her lessons, yet she remained relaxed and approachable.

‘Fine woman isn’t she?’ Said one of his classmates, who had noticed Jamie giving her the once over.

‘Yes…yes, she sure is.’

Miss Jackson was pacing up and down the class as her students worked on the quadratics she had set for them. She eyed Jamie suspiciously, just catching the end of the comments between him and his cohort. Jamie glanced up at her again and involuntarily let his eyes wander over her body, particularly her tight-fitting grey skirt. However, she ignored him and returned to her desk.

‘Two minutes please.’ She affirmed, giving the class a deadline to complete their task.

Jamie continued to glance up at her. He was bewildered by her. He was still a virgin and constantly fantasised over older women like Miss Jackson. His thoughts as he masturbated every night were of news readers and power dressing business women, which he saw in his Mum’s magazines.

Once again, during one of his young lecherous peeps at his maths teacher she observed him looking at her. When the time was up for the exercises, she rose from her desk and walked down the row adjacent to Jamie and paused next to his desk. Her hips and her shapely ass were just a foot from his face as she leaned over to look at his work. Jamie could smell her perfume and he was getting a hard on. She continued to wander from student to student checking random efforts before returning to her desk.

‘Good, well most of you seem to be getting the hang of these equations. You’ve got four minutes to the bell but you may all go now if you wish. Quietly please. Others classes will be working!’

There was a soft hum of approval and scraping of chairs as everyone made to leave. Getting out of maths even four minutes early was a small mercy.

‘Jamie Callagher, can you stay behind for a minute please!’

Jamie froze on the spot. Why had she singled him out?

‘Yes Miss Jackson?’

‘Come here Jamie.’

Jamie walked up to the front of her desk, hesitantly. Wondering why on Earth this woman, who he would wank over that night, wanted to speak to him and just him. Miss Jackson pointed to the area next kuşadası escort to her chair.

‘There!’

‘Pardon Miss?’

‘Not there. ‘Stand just there.’

Jamie walked the two yards and stood beside her chair. He looked down and found himself staring at her smoke-coloured stockings, which clad her shapely legs, all the more visible now she was seated.

‘How are you settling in Jamie?’

Jamie paused to think, but his mind was blank. He could only think of her legs. He tried to look away, but felt awkward and stupid.

‘Miss?’

‘It’s a simple enough question Jamie.’

Jamie looked down at her skirt and then fixed his eyes on her blouse. He could just make out the shape of her breasts, through the garment and her brassiere.

‘Yes.’ Was all he could say.

‘Yes?’ Yes what?’

‘I mean Yes Miss.’

‘No Jamie. I said how are you settling in? “Yes” doesn’t make sense. Is everything OK? Is there something you want to say to me?’

Jamie could feel himself blushing and felt a nervous shiver develop over his body as he tried to block out his thoughts of her body.

‘I’m fine. Yes, I mean, I am settling in well thank you.’

‘You seem very ill at ease. Have I got something on my skirt? You keep looking at it.’

Jamie gulped and felt his face go hot. He was prickly from head to toe. How should he react now? He couldn’t think what to say, but somehow wanted to say the right thing. He didn’t want to look like a goof.

‘Your skirt is fine Miss Jackson. I didn’t know I was looking at it.’

‘Really? ‘

‘Yes.’

Miss Jackson stood up, pushing her chair back.

‘Sit there.’

Jamie just stood there like a rabbit in the headlights.

‘I said sit there Jamie. Sit on my chair.’

‘Why Miss?’

‘Don’t question me. Sit on my chair.’

Jamie walked to her chair stiffly and sat down.

Miss Jackson walked to the door and turned the key in the lock and then adjusted the blind. Jamie felt his heart leap into his mouth, knowing that he was now locked in. His thoughts were like a jigsaw puzzle, which had crashed to the floor. He watched her as she walked. Her legs, the grey skirt and her shiny white blouse. She flicked her hair to one side and smiled.

‘Relax Jamie. I need you to help me with something.’

Then she walked round to the cupboard at the front of the class behind where Jamie was sitting. She took out a length of thick striped elastic. A bungee, which she kept there, on occasion, to hold luggage onto her car rack. Jamie craned his neck to look at what she was doing, but couldn’t make it out from his position. His mind was doing overtime.

‘OK Jamie, I wonder if you could just put this hook round the chair leg there.’

Jamie was confused. Why would she ask him that? He lacked the confidence to question her again and took the end of the bungee and hooked it round the chair as instructed. Then, before he knew what was happening the teacher pulled the other end and in a second had secured it to the opposite leg. Jamie couldn’t quite figure out what had happened for a second or two. It didn’t seem possible. But he quickly realised that he was fastened to the chair.

‘Shit!!! What’s that for, what are you doing?!!’

‘I can’t, how shall I say – entertain you, if you’re not properly secured.’

‘I don’t understand.’ Said Jamie, gravely.

He struggled against the elastic, but it was too tight and cut into his arms when he tried to force himself out of the chair. He had some movement in his forearms and his hands were free, otherwise he was stuck.

‘Why were you looking at me earlier Jamie?’

Jamie wanted to run, to make a dash for the door and unlock it. But he couldn’t. He was pinned to the chair, both cataleptic with fear and now physically restrained.

‘I asked you a question Jamie.’

‘I…I…I wasn’t Miss.’

‘I know you were.’

‘No.’

‘Really Jamie. If it had been just once. Well everyone might look once. But you were looking and looking and looking again. I ask you again kocaeli escort Jamie. Is there something you would like to say to me?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Let me see if I can help you then.’

Miss Jackson walked up to her chair and put her right foot on the edge between Jamie’s legs. Jamie glowered at her calf, following her leg to the hem of her skirt. Her other leg was now three quarters exposed, with her skirt ridden up.

‘Would you like to watch me undress Jamie?’

‘Miss?’

‘Do I have to say everything twice?! Do you want to watch me undress?’

‘No. of course not.’

‘No? Are you gay Jamie?’

‘No Miss!’

‘Do you have a girlfriend?’

‘A girlfriend Miss?’

‘Yes…’

‘Well, no…I. No Miss.’

‘No? Are you sure you’re not gay?’

‘I’m not gay Miss!’

‘OK. So I’ll ask you again. Do you want to watch me undress?’

Jamie could feel his chest heaving with nerve-ridden anxiety. He couldn’t believe this could be happening to him. He fancied his teacher so much. But he fancied her in his own mind. This was beyond anything he could imagine.

‘I…well. Yes Miss Jackson. Oh fuck!’

‘Yes what Jamie?’

‘Yes I would like to watch you undress…but. Oh fuck! Oh – I’m sorry Miss.’

‘That’s OK Jamie. That’s all I wanted to know.’

She began to play with the top button of her blouse. Jamie instantly began to get a hard on again. She walked to the door and then turned round and began to unbutton her blouse as she walked towards him. She stopped a couple of feet from the chair and slowly undid each one in turn. It took her a full two minutes to undo the blouse, lingering as she did on each fastening. She turned her back on him and her top slid down her arms, until just the tips of the collar hung from her fingers before it dropped to the floor.

Her plain white bra, easily cupped her breasts, but just revealed a tiny amount of cleavage, which Jamie’s gaze was diverted to. She made one step towards him as his dick began to stiffen further. She turned around slowly and felt for the catch on the top of her skirt. Jamie was sure he could hear the faint ‘tuk’ as she released it from its eye. Her left hand on her hip, she took hold of the zipper and drew it down the back of her skirt. Jamie watched, mouth open, pulse racing and his cock pressed painfully against his pants.

She eased her skirt down, bit by bit. Jamie thought his penis would burst as he watched the teacher reveal her full round ass, clad in her white panties. She faced him, looking him in the eyes and stepped out of her skirt.

‘Is this what you wanted Jamie?’

Jamie tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and just managed a grunted reply. He was literally a captive audience.

Miss Jackson smiled wryly and stepped nearer to her bewildered student. He was struggling to make some room in his pants, but managed somehow to move his erection half an inch to the side, with what mobility he had. She was just two feet away, but stepped close enough that Jamie could make out the stitching on her panties. She slipped off one shoe and then the other. He could smell her cologne. He was beginning to boil over. He was sure that any minute he would be gasping for air, as she put her left foot on the chair. She was so close now. Close enough to touch, if only he was able to. His arousal was claustrophobic; a twisted mixture of pleasure and pain.

She began to roll down her first stocking, like a dark grey tide receding over the smooth white flesh of her leg. Then she switched her stance and put her right foot on the chair. This time she deliberately pressed her foot against his nuts, making him wince. His breathing deepened, his heart beat quickened as she removed her second stocking and immediately knelt with one knee on the chair. Jamie looked on as a little line of drool rolled from the corner of his mouth.

Now just inches from his face, she put her hands round her back to release the catch on her bra. She let the straps fall forward, as she held onto her brassiere briefly, before letting it konya escort fall away. Jamie gasped as he set eyes on her breasts. Her nipples were stiff. He could see every little goose bump on her areola. She leant forward as if to rub her tits in his face but pulled away at the last minute, leaving him in shock. She stepped back and walked towards the door. He watched her ass wiggle as she swung her hips for him. Teasing him. Leaving him to contemplate her denouement.

She turned slowly, just twanging the top of her panties and then walked towards him again, stopping a yard from his chair. She looked at him. She looked down at the bulge in his pants. She knew he must have a big dick. She knew it must hurt by the way he kept trying to ease his predicament, but every time he did so, he only rubbed his cock against his underwear, making his penis throb, as it was confined; unable to get the relief it seeked.

‘You know what’s coming next, don’t you Jamie?’

Jamie didn’t speak but nodded slowly, now just waiting, hardly able to believe what she was about to do.

She eased her panties down a little bit, then turned to one side, so Jamie could see the full shape of her ass. She stepped a little closer, pulling her underwear down a bit more. Then another small step and a bit more revealed.

Jamie started to rub the front of his pants now, the best he could in his position. His only relief now was to make himself cum.

Miss Jackson rolled her panties down as slowly as she could. They slid over her hips and her toned thighs and slipped to the floor. She bent down giving Jamie a perfect view of her ass hole and her pussy lips. He was now rubbing his crotch furiously, his organ now more swollen than he could remember. The pain was getting worse as he got more and more excited. Miss Jackson turned round and her poor victim’s eyes widened as he saw her dark trimmed bush, and her rosy red slit.

His face was now a picture of sexual tension, bordering on despair. His teacher had one last treat for him.

‘Are you trying to make yourself ejaculate? My, you are a dirty little bastard. Do you know what I do with dirty little bastards?’

‘Nnnnn?’

‘I piss on them!’

Miss Jackson put a finger in her cunt and began to make a circling motion on her clitoris.

‘Do you hear that, you little freak? I’m going to piss on you!’

She walked up to his chair and put one foot on the arm. Jamie looked desperate, lost in this nightmare fantasy. He was rubbing his pants, his dick so hard, so engorged. It was burning.

Jamie watched, hypnotised by her cunt as a few trickles seeped from her urethra. He felt the warmth on his leg, followed by the dampness. The trickle became a dribble and she positioned herself right over his crotch. Her pee, when she eventually got into full flow, came out like a fountain, splashing all over him. Jamie could feel the hot, yellow liquid soak in to his pants as he ejaculated. He gave vent to his feelings, as the sensations of torment gave way to the pleasure of orgasm.

‘Aaaaah, aaaaargh, Miss Jacks…ahhhh, oh yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaargh yes….aaaaaaaaaaaaar!’

She was still pissing on him as he came. Jamie could smell his urine soaked pants. They were covered in a mixture of piss and spunk. He collapsed back into his chair. Physically and emotionally drained. His mind was blank. All his senses had been bombarded-fractured by his ordeal. An ordeal, which under different circumstances; in his bed, in his mind, might bring him joy. But this was real. Too real for him and his young, inexperienced being. He had only wanted to glimpse her thigh. Maybe see down her top. Just something to feed his fantasy. Instead he had been teased and abused.

His teacher had dressed when he eventually regained any semblance of composure and released him from the confines of his chair.

‘Quite a mess you’ve got into there young man. Tut tut.’

Jamie stood up, his balls and dick aching still from the experience, but at least his cock was now almost flaccid. He looked down at his piss soaked pants and walked uncomfortably to the door, as Miss Jackson was now sitting at her desk.

‘Shut the door on your way out Jamie, I have all these papers to mark.’

Jamie looked back pathetically and said nothing as he unlocked the door.

‘Oh and Jamie?’

‘Miss?’ He said weakly.

‘See you on Wednesday Jamie.’

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It was a typical Friday morning, Suzie laid in bed preparing to start her day, as her hands ran up and down her body, twisting and pulling her nipples, pulling them hard until they felt hard, it was never enough her nipples required constant stimulation and attention. So her fingers went to work, between her middle finger and her thumb, she twisted and pulled, dreaming she had a mouth sucking her nipples, a mouth with an active tongue, and lips that would attach and suck, suck for hours. Now Suzie had a problem, her clit was hard, throbbing, and her pussy had become wet, there was no point in getting up without rubbing herself to orgasm, if she would just ignore her clit now it would rub between her legs all day driving her to distraction. Once again Suzies fingers took control, she hated to leave her nipples, but ran her hands down, down her stomach, as she spread her legs, taking her fingers and sliding them deep inside her wetness to pull them out and run the silk liquid over her clit, around and around in circles then pulling on her clit, then vibrating her finger deep inside her pussy the on the clit.. until…

“ahhh.. ahhhh… ahhhhhhh…oh.my.fucking god… ahhhhhhhhh…..”

Her body twitching, jerking, sucking on the hand that was inside her legs. Sweet was Suzie’s orgasm, until the knock on her door, she knew her nipples from the twisting session were rock hard, and that it was probably her father making sure she was getting ready for school.

“Hey”, Suzie said, “You can open the door.”

The door opened and her father was standing there looking down at her, as he was dressed for work.

“Suzie”, he said, “Are you getting ready for school?”

“Of course I am Daddy, I need to get up out of bed, put on my clothes and head to the bus stop, unless you want to drive me.” Suzie said playfully.

“Baby, you are my little girl, I would love to drive you to school, jump out of bed and give me a hug.” Suzie made sure her white t-shirt was pulled down, and her karaman escort soaking wet panties covered by the t-shirt, she jumped out of bed and stood up, stretching up and wrapping her arms around daddy, pulling him close, his tall frame, he smelled so good, felt so warm.

“Oh Daddy, thank you so much, I could hug you all day.”

“Same here Suzie, I wouldn’t mind just staying at home and watching a movie with you, on the couch, remember when you were little you insisted on sitting on my lap?”

“Yes, I do, Daddy, I love sitting on your lap, then and always.”

The hug seemed a little odd now, arms wrapped around each other, not loosening up the hold, feeling the outline of her breasts and nipples against his chest, and Suzie feeling the hardness in his trousers strain to push against her moist panties.

“Daddy, I better get dressed, you know I wish I had one of those”

She took her hand and gently brushed the hardness in his pants, he gasped.

“Suzie, you shouldn’t touch me there.” “Oh Daddy, I couldn’t help but touch you, it was asking me to, I am sorry.”

Suzie laughed to break the tension, and backed away.

“Give me five minutes I will be to the car to get to school.”

Suzie watched her father turn and leave the room, she decided to wear the short black skirt, with the black t-shirt, and medium heels. Suzie loved her breasts, about a size b, but it was her nipples she adored, about the size of grapes and always hard. Debating on what bra to wear, her nipples so sensitive from the twisting session, she decided on none, most of the time she could not wear a bra because it was excruciatingly uncomfortable, and she liked to be able to twist her nipples in the bathroom, in the hallway under her books, at her desk as she leaned forward, it was obvious her nipples were erect always. It was time to run to the car, jump in and head to school, yet why did her clit feel agitated again, oh no…. what to do? Once to kars escort the car, her dark, loosely curled hair tousled around on her shoulders, she sat down and brushed it back, why was it her nipples tingled and her clit still felt rock hard so she squeezed her legs close together, looking over at her handsome father, he was wearing his darkened sunglasses. He was quiet as he was driving, Suzie had to look down between his legs, she always had to look, and how she envied his thick, eight inch cock. How nice it would be to have one, to feel it grow, to feel it strain against the zipper of the pants, to stroke it, to feel it pump warm cum all over your hand, or stomach, or perhaps even a little self-sucking, Yoga had to be good for something other then being limber.

“Daddy”, Suzie said, “Oh my god, your cock is so hard, so rigid, so big, it is throbbing.”

She couldn’t help it she had to lean over and touch it.

“No Suzie,no you mustn’t”

The car seemed to lose control, it spun around and around and around. When Suzie woke up she was at the hospital, and she was trying to figure out what had happened, a doctor came into the room, he held her hand, and looked into her eyes.

“Suzie, I am sorry your father was killed.”

Suzie looked down tears running down her face, and realized the doctor was looking at her nipples,

“I am so sad, I love my dad, I am 18 and know that I will be financially cared for, my mother died when I was young.”

Suzie took her hand and put it on the doctors hand and guided it to her nipple, he started twisting it, pulling on it, he seemed amazed at the length and size of it erect.

“Oh my god, I have to lick it, suck it, please”

He lowered his head, lifted her shirt, his tongue pointed he traced the nipple in circles, then he softened his tongue and flicked it back and forth, he started moving so he could get both nipples in his mouth at the same time. Tracing his tongue around them, licking kıbrıs escort them like a dog soft tongue, pushing them together and sucking on them, he would not stop, he could not stop, her nipples were responding, she was orgasming over and over again, wanting to feel him inside of her, his hand moved lower, and he gasped…

“You have a dick.”

Suzie took a minute, and said, “No, I don’t, I have a clit.”

She said it as her hand moved down and she felt the firmness of an eight inch dick, throbbing in her hand, the head was swelling, pre-cum was drizzling off of it.

“Suck it, please.” Suzie said.

The doctor looked so shocked and shaken, he leaves the room. Suzie can’t stop the throbbing, this big tool under the black skirt she wore.

Yoga, to be more limber, to stretch and bend, Suzie stretches down as she is stroking her large dick, she thinks to herself, I love my big cock, my big, hard, throbbing cock, I can’t wait to shoot the seed, to taste it, I know my dad left me the one thing I wanted. Stroking up and down, up and down, up and down, leaning over and licking the head, twirling her tongue around and around, and then pointing it inside the pee-hole and twirling it. She knew the big cock wouldn’t fit all the way into her mouth on the first try, but she took the head in her mouth, sucking it, licking it, sucking it some more, moving her mouth on it, up and down, deeper… she pulled on her nipples and could feel it building up… the cum.. oh god.. oh god.. oh fuck.. oh fuck.. oh.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.. as her dick pulsated in and out, in and out of her mouth as though it had a mind of its’ own. Suzie knew, she had been blessed and cursed with what she had wanted, she knew she would want to suck her big dick all the time, and so no more school, she also knew she could stay at home and suck it on her own personal web-site and charge for it, and perhaps in time find partners to suck her nipples, and while she missed her clit, suck her big dick whenever she wasn’t. It was a good thing she loved the taste of her own cum, because as soon as she came, she was getting hard again, but here came the nurse with the blond hair, and the big boobs, with her mouth ready to suck.

Sometimes a dream is fulfilled.

This is my first story.

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It was my fault really. I let it happen. I wanted it to happen. I just never knew. My name is Jackie and I am 25, married for 3 years to a wonderful, sweet and kind man. His name is Stephen. We have a great relationship, he’s my best friend and my soulmate. Recently we have been talking about starting a family. I’ve always wanted a family. My storybook life was about to be complete. What more could a girl ask for. Then I met Dylan.

Dylan is a 30 year old African American man who works in the law firm I work for. He is in charge of the human resources department. I guess technically you could say he’s my boss but in reality I never see him at work. Actually I didn’t even meet him at work. I met him in a club when I was out with some girlfriends. We were dancing and having a good time but there were a couple of college kids who kept hitting on us. They kept following us around on the dance floor and trying to force us to dance. It was super annoying. So annoying in fact that we were about to call it a night and head home. That’s when Dylan came to the rescue. He had apparently been keeping an eye out and knew what was happening. When one of the kids rubbed his crotch against my back side, Dylan showed up out of nowhere and shoved him hard. The kid fell backwards and sprawled out on the floor. Dylan suggested that he and his friends leave. The kid looked like he wanted to fight but I think Dylan’s 6’5 stature and bulging muscles made him think twice. The stupid kids left us alone after that. We were all very grateful.

After that we asked him to join us. We owed him after all. We all continued to dance and drink. Each of the girls would take turns dancing with Dylan. Some of my friends were acting like total sluts around him. I could tell they were thirsty. I kept my distance. I knew it was inappropriate for me to be dancing with another man. I was married after all. Stephen would not approve.

Eventually he did came to me and ask for a dance. “Please, dance with me.” He said. His voice was stern. His words said please but his tone said now. I knew I should say no. My brain was screaming at me. “TELL HIM YOU’RE MARRIED!” and I tried to but somehow my lips just wouldn’t form the words. I just nodded my head. He took my hand and lead me out on the floor a little bit away from the rest of the group. It’s easy to forget how big he is until he’s standing right beside you. I have always been a tiny girl, thin and short. Dylan made me feel very small. I was intimidated by him.

He place his hands on my hips. I could feel the weight of them. His giant hands could nearly reach all the way around my waist. I tried to keep a good distance between us. I didn’t want any unnecessary touching. But Dylan pulled me back towards him and held me against his body. Again, I was powerless to stop him. I started to move my hips with the beat. I let him control the pace. Control seemed to be what he wanted and he was very good at ordu escort it. Eventually he started exploring my body with his hands. He turned me to face him and his hands sank to my ass. I shuttered.

My mind was screaming, “YOU’RE MARRIED! STOP NOW! PULL AWAY FROM HIM!” My body, however, was sending different signals. I could not pull away. If anything I was being pulled in closer and closer. I couldn’t resist.

I lost track of time and our dance ended abruptly. Dylan let go of me, said thank you and walked away. It was so easy for him to walk away from me. How was it impossible for me to walk away from him? We all continued dancing for an hour or so and then we headed for the exit. Sever of the girls road together. I had come with another girl and I had planned on leaving with her. We headed to her car but someone grabbed my arm before we made it. It was Dylan.

“Let, me take you home,” He said.

My head screamed at me again. I looked at my friend. Her eyes were fiery. It looked like she wanted to be the one to take him home. She nodded at me. I walked away with him. A million things went through my head as we walked. I don’t know this guy. He could murder me. It’s dark, no one would know. I MARRIED. Strange men should not be picking me up in the bar. But despite all this internal dialog, I still left with him.

He opened the car door for me and helped me inside. We pulled out of the parking lot. My friends watched as we drove off. I could feel their jealousy. Dylan placed his hand on my thigh. It sent shivers down my spine. He started to talk. His voice was deep and smooth. It mesmerized me.

“I’ve really enjoyed our time together tonight.” He said.

“Me to,” I responded. My voice barely above a whisper.

“I have a dinner I have to go to tomorrow night. I would like you to go with me.” Dylan’s voice was stern.

“I, .. uh …” I stammered. Now I had to tell him no. But it was so hard. I struggled. “I can’t,” I finally managed to say. “I’m married”.

“I know you’re married and I don’t care. I have a dinner tomorrow and I would like you to be my date, Please”. He said please again but again it sounded more like a demand than a request. Dylan squeezed my thigh gently. My heart raced in my chest. I became acutely aware of my breathing. I knew I had to say no. “I sorry I can’t” I said in my head.

But out loud I said nothing. I looked at him. He was looking at me. His dark brown eyes were piercing. I simply nodded.

“Good,” he said. “I will pick you up at 6. Make sure you wear something appropriate. This is a semi formal event so you will need to be a little more dressed up than you are now. But there will be dancing so make sure you pick something you can move in. Also, these things usually go late into the night so make sure you are prepared to be out all night.”

“What will I tell my husband?” I asked.

“I don’t care. osmaniye escort Lie to him if you want, or tell him the truth. Just be ready by 6.” Dylan pulled up to my curb. He got out and walked around to open my door. My heart didn’t know what to think. I wished he had stayed in the car. How would I explain this tall dark man dropping me off? What will the neighbors think. But on the other hand he was so bold. To drop me off, in front of everyone, at my house. He didn’t try to hide or sneak around or anything. It was exhilarating. My heart raced and my hands trembled. Dylan took my hand and helped me out of the car. I looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

“I really did enjoy our time together,” he said again.

“Me too,” I conceded.

It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from him. The only reason I was able to was because he didn’t stop me. If he had asked, I would have probably gotten back into his car and gone wherever he wanted me to. But instead I found myself at my front door. I turned the key in the lock slowly, trying to wake up my husband. Luckily he was sound asleep. I slipped into the bathroom and poured myself a bath. The water engulfed my body and I finally started to think clearly again.

My mind ran wild. “You are stupid,” it told me. “Why couldn’t you just say no. You can’t go with him tomorrow. Blow him off.” That sounded to me like the best thing to do. I wouldn’t tell my husband anything and I just wouldn’t go tomorrow. Yes, perfect, but… my mind began to drift. I thought about how he had stood up for us at the bar. I thought about how he shoved that guy so hard he fell. I thought about our dance. His strong hands guiding me, his huge muscles and dark voice. I thought about him opening the car door for me, that was a turn on. And how he was so aggressive in his actions. Almost like he was daring somebody to have a problem with what he was doing. I thought about his piercing eyes. I could feel myself growing wet. Guilt filled my stomach but I quickly pushed it away.

“There’s no harm in thinking about it, right? It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again. A girl can have fantasies. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I had convinced myself. My hand sunk under the water and between my legs. I started to rub myself. In my head, an alternate ending to the night played out. I freed my mind.

Back at the club we danced. But for longer than just the brief moment that we shared earlier. This time we danced in earnest. I didn’t try to fight him, I didn’t shy away from him. He intimidated me but I liked it. My friends didn’t exist. It was just me and him. He pulled me close. I felt small against his massive frame. It made me feel protected and safe. No one could touch me while I was with him. But it also scared me. No one could save me from him. He could have his way with me.

He explored sinop escort my body, his hands reach for my ass. But this time he reached under my skirt and I felt his hot skin against my bare ass. I could feel him growing against my abdomen. How big would he be? 6 inches? 7 inches? How thick? I tried to imagine how it might look. Dylan turned me around. Now his hard cock was against my ass. I massaged him with my body. His hands explored my front now. He touched my stomach and ran his hands down my shoulders. He grabs my breast. I arch my back to him. His other hand pushes the hair out of my face. He pulls my head back to his. He kisses me. I feel his tongue on my lips. I open my lips and let him inside.

The scene changes. We are in my house. In my bed room. My husband is… asleep, or gone …or unable to stop this for some reason. It’s just me and Dylan and no one who can save me from him. I don’t know that I want to be saved. I’m on my knees. I’m naked. Dylan is in front of me. He takes his clothes off and reveals his ripped body to me. I rub my hands down his abs. His cock is in front of me now. He instructs me to take it in my hands. I do. I can’t tell him no. He is in control. I stroke him with two hands. One isn’t enough. Then he tells me to suck him. I place the head of his dick in my mouth and look at him. He looks back at me with his dark eyes. His hand goes to the back of my head and he forces me down on his cock. I try to keep eye contact with him. His dick swells in my mouth as he fucks my face. I let him use my mouth. He owns it now.

He tells me to get on the bed. I do as I’m told. I get on my hands and knees, place my head to the mattress and expose my rear end for him to mount. I feel him move in behind me. He rubs his massive dick against my hot welcoming pussy.

“Wait,” I say. “What will I tell my husband?”

He pauses for a second. My ass reaches for him in anticipation. “I don’t care what you tell him.” He says. “tell him the truth if you want.”

Then he pushes inside of me. He pushes deeper, deeper than any man before, deeper than I ever imagined possible. I am filled like I have never been and may never be again. I moan loudly as he uses me. The room is filled with the sounds of my voice and his balls slapping my ass from behind. I cum, over and over again.

All I want in this moment is to please him. To be his. I want him to enjoy me. It’s at that moment I realize, he isn’t wearing a condom. I am overcome by a strong urge to have his cum deep inside my fertile pussy. I want to be oozing with the evidence of our love making. I push back against him and look him in the eyes as pounds me.

“Please,” I say in a weak voice, begging him. He understands what I want. His balls tighten and his dick stiffens and I feel it. One more thrust, deep inside me and he holds it. He empties his balls against my cervix. I am probably pregnant now. Just what my husband and I wanted.

Back in the real word I relaxed in the bath tub. My head was dizzy and my body was numb. The orgasm I had just given myself was the best one I had had in years. Maybe even ever. But that was all fantasy. Tomorrow life would go back to normal. I would forget about Dylan and move on.

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