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Over the next few weeks the house would settle into a routine. Gladys and Bev would go to work as normal and try to do their jobs but they would always find time to make love to each other. They would take their lunches together and go for a drive and find a quiet secluded spot and have sex and then Gladys would punish Bev and then they would return to the college and act as if things were no different.

At home David would be the boss of the house and he would decide on a daily basis who he was going to take to his bed and make love to or should I say have sex with. There was no love involved in these sessions. This was reserved for when they were in the front room and he and Bev would act as husband and wife and Gladys would be treated as the guest.

The only real difference was that David had softened slightly and had purchased a couple of mattresses that would be brought out at night and the women could sleep on them if they chose but neither of them tended to get much sleep because they had strict instructions that the fridge had to be emptied by the morning.

If this was not achieved then the punishment round would kick in. David would first of all punish Gladys for not supervising Bev and then Gladys would punish Bev for not emptying the contents of the fridge that night.

Gladys had settled well into the family. She had adopted her role as submissive to David and accepted the punishment that he would give to her and she would take it gladly and then she also enjoyed punishing Bev if she did not do things to the standard that Gladys expected and that was never good enough so she got to punish Bev all the time.

Things however were about to change and it was all David’s idea. He wanted to adapt the house so that they could hold BDSM parties because he wanted to show his women off. However he did not want people in his house-that was his private domain. He had thought hard and long about the issue and then the idea had come to him.

There was a barn in the grounds of the house that had done nothing for years and really should have been knocked down. It was taking up valuable land and in this part of the country that was money that would be good in the bank but between him and Bev they made enough money that they did not need anymore. He had plans for the barn.

One day he made an appointment to go and see an architect friend to discuss the project. He knew that he could trust this architect because he was a dominant and his wife was his submissive. They sat in his office and discussed David’s plans for the barn and ultimately what he wanted to turn it into to.

His friend made notes and agreed that it was a good idea but that perhaps it would be better to knock the barn down and start again. David listened to what his friend had to say and he had to admit that it made sense and that he would leave it to his friend to sort out the details and get back to him.

David returned home with a spring in his step and knew that he was going to have some fun tonight. By the time that he got home there was still no sign of the women. He assumed that they would have gone shopping for the day and that they would probably be home in about an hour’s time. He poured himself a whisky and thought about his idea.

He could not wait for work to start on the barn. He would get his friend to put a huge tarpaulin over it and not tell the women what he had planned. He wanted to surprise them. He wanted to surprise himself also so he had told his friend that he had total control over what happened to the barn.

He sat there and enjoyed his whisky and waited for the ladies to come home. About an hour later and on his second whisky of the day David heard the car pull into the drive and he heard the girls get out of the car. He could hear Gladys’s voice as she barked orders at Bev.

“Come on bitch help me out of the car.”

He went to the window and looked out and what he saw made him very erect. Bev was dressed differently to how she had gone to work. She had on a tight white blouse which enhanced her breasts and it was pretty obvious that she had no bra on and she had completed the look with a black leather skirt that just about covered her buttocks.

When she stretched up to give Gladys a hand out of the car David got a good look at her naked buttocks and he became erect at the thought that Gladys would be looking down at her naked pussy and he could not wait to make love to her.

Gladys was helped out of the car and then she turned to Bev and said.

“Go on slut get the bags out of the car and bring them into the house.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Bev went to the back of the car and began to unload the bags and David watched as she struggled with all the bags. There must have been eight of them and they were all heavily laden with food and Bev was really artvin escort struggling.

It was not helped by the fact that when Gladys came into the house she closed the door behind her. David stood there and watched as Bev stood looking at the closed door with her hands full of the bags of food. David thought he would go and give her a hand but Gladys obviously had a plan in mind and he decided it was not his place to intervene.

He watched as Bev reached up and tried to open the door still holding onto the bags of food. She got hold of the handle and was doing well until one of the bags began to slip and then he heard the crash as the bag dropped to the floor. Gladys was quick to hear the crash as well.

She stormed to the door and flung it open and looked at the mess on the ground and looked with disdain at Bev.

“You stupid little bitch. That is good food and money you have just wasted.”

“Yes Mistress. I am sorry Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Sorry does not cut it missy.” Replied Gladys.

“Bring the rest of the bags in and I will think about what I am going to do with you for this fuck-up.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

She struggled into the house with the rest of the bags and Gladys watched as she put the food away and then she looked at Bev and said.

“Strip for me bitch.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

David walked into the hallway still holding onto his whisky and looked at the scene that was unfurling in front of him. He was sporting an erection and someone was going to get fucked pretty soon.

Together David and Gladys watched as Bev removed the two items of clothing that she had on. It did not take her more than a minute before she was stood there naked in front of the pair of them. David had to admit that she looked even sexier now that she had begun to put on the pounds and he loved to have sex with her and grab hold of the handles of fat that she now had.

Once she was naked Gladys stepped forward and cupped her pussy and rammed a couple of fingers into it and began to masturbate it. Bev could not help it. She soon became very aroused as Gladys moved her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was fast approaching her orgasm when Gladys suddenly stopped pulled out her fingers, licked them clean and said.

“Now get down on your knees and clean that food up and you do not get up until it has all gone and I do not care if it makes you sick. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys and David watched as naked Bev went to the front door and got down on her knees and began to eat at the food on the doorstep. In the meantime David went up to Gladys and said.

“Come and suck my cock. That has made me so horny.”

“Yes Sir.” Said Gladys.

David walked into the front room and dropped his trousers and his trunks and took his place in his usual seat and waited for Gladys to waddle into the room. It took her a little while but she eventually made it and managed to get down on her knees and looked at David’s cock. She loved his cock and she was almost at the point of worshipping it.

Down on her knees she looked at David’s cock for a minute and then she began to hold it in the palm of her hand. She loved the fact that David kept it so smooth — it meant she did not get a mouth full of pubic hair which she hated. She just let his cock rest there in the palm of her hand.

David was in no hurry and he knew that Bev would be quite a while cleaning up the doorstep so he could allow Gladys to have her little bit of pleasure with his cock. He was contemplating whether or not he was going to cumm today and really give Gladys a present. He would decide when he saw how hard she worked his cock.

Gladys began to stroke the cock of David. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of the cock and soon she was lost in her own thoughts as she worked on the cock. She imagined that David was actually making love to her instead of having sex with her. She knew that this would never happen but it was her favourite fantasy.

Her hand moved up and down the shaft and she could feel it grow to its full erection and she knew that she was doing well with the work that she was doing on David’s cock and she could not wait to take it into her mouth and taste it.

She worked the shaft for a good ten minutes and then she opened her mouth and began to take David’s cock into it. She worked on the head of his cock before she moved her mouth and slid it down the shaft until it was totally buried in her mouth and was hitting the back of her throat and she was buried in his groin.

She let it rest there for a moment as she got used to her mouth being so full then she began to move her head up and down the shaft of the cock. She heard David groan in pleasure which aydın escort was a first for her and she hoped that this signalled the fact that David was going to give her his cumm to swallow. It would make her day.

Gladys was spurred on by this groan and she worked her mouth harder and faster up and down the shaft. She put out her hand and began to massage the smooth balls of David. They felt so good in her hand she wanted to kiss them but she was concentrating on the shaft for the moment.

She swirled her tongue around the head of David’s cock and again she heard David groan. She knew that he was on the verge of cumming and she was not going to let this opportunity go. She did not get to taste his cumm that often and she knew that it tasted ever so good and she was getting ready to receive it.

David reached down and held her head hard onto his cock and then he thrust forward and almost made Gladys gag as he began to spurt his cumm down the back of her throat. He gave her five good squirts of his cumm and Gladys was pleased that she was able to swallow it all down.

David pulled his cock out of Gladys’s mouth and wiped it clean on the face of Gladys and then he said to her.

“Go and check on the progress of Bev and make sure that she is doing a good job.”

“Yes Master.” Said Gladys.

She struggled to get off her knees but she eventually managed it and walked out of the front room and went to check on the progress of Bev. She got there just as Bev was finishing up. Gladys had to admit that she had done a good job but she still needed to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.

Bev stood up and said.

“I have finished Mistress. I hope you are pleased with the job that I have done?”

“I am very pleased and the doorstep looks really clean but you know that you still need to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.”

“I thought that was my punishment.” Replied Bev.

“No Bev that was your humiliation. Now you need to be punished.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Let us go into the kitchen so that we can administer the punishment.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys led the way and Bev followed behind. She did not mind this because she got to look at the wonderful arse of Gladys that she aspired to have. She knew that she was making progress but it was not happening fast enough for her but she could eat no more than what she was doing.

They eventually made it to the kitchen and Gladys told Bev to bend over one of the stools that were propped under the breakfast bar. Bev pulled out one of the stools and laid herself over it and stuck out her arse ready to receive her punishment. She wondered what her Mistress was going to use on her.

It was always something new and she quite often never got to find out what it was that had been used on her buttocks. It was almost an adventure for Bev because of the build-up of the anticipation that Gladys always created. She could not move that fast and she took her time to decide what to use to administer the punishment.

She rifled through the utensil rack but she thought that she had used most of these on Bev already and she wanted something different to use today. She was feeling particularly sadistic and she really wanted to take the passion that had built up within her whilst sucking David’s cock out on Bev. She needed a release of energy.

She went to the cupboard in the kitchen and there she found exactly what she was looking for. Hanging there was a wooden coat-hanger and it was ideal to administer some punishment to Bev. She took it off the hook and waddled back into the kitchen and made it behind the butt of Bev and got ready to administer the punishment to Bev.

Gladys pulled the coat-hanger and brought it hard down on Bev’s buttocks. Bev flinched but she did not move. She knew that if she did that this would only bring her further punishment and whatever Gladys was using had really stung and she did not want any more than the requisite six strokes that she normally received.

Gladys stepped back and looked at the effect that one stroke of the coat-hanger had produced to Bev’s buttocks and she smiled at the result. Her buttocks had already begun to welt and she still had five more strokes to administer. She stepped back towards Bev and got ready to complete the punishment.

She pulled the coat-hanger back again and brought it as hard down as she could on Bev’s buttocks. Five more times she did this and by the time that she had finished Bev’s buttocks were covered in red welts. Gladys walked round to Bev’s head and pulled it up by the hair ad looked into her eyes.

She could see the tears running down Bev’s face and she was impressed that not once had Bev cried out whilst she had received balıkesir escort the punishment. She was learning to be a good slave and Gladys decided that she would perhaps need to be a bit crueller to Bev because she had got into a comfort zone when it came to punishment.

She began to speak to Bev as if to further humiliate her and said.

“Do you know I have just sucked your husband’s cock and he actually gave me his cumm and now I have got to administer punishment to the gorgeous arse of his wife? What a perfect day. All I need now is for someone to lick my pussy and do you know who that is going to be Bev?”

“I guess that would be my job Mistress.” Responded Bev.

“You are learning. Let’s go to the spare bedroom as Master David has not given us permission to use the Master Suite and I do not fancy asking him.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Again Gladys led the way and Bev could not take her eyes of those glorious buttocks and now she was going to get the chance to make love to her Mistresses pussy. She hoped that she would get the chance to take those buttocks into her hands at some point. She was getting moist just at the thought of it.

They finally made it up the stairs and went into the spare bedroom and Bev watched as Gladys climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable and looked up at Bev and said.

“Climb onto the bed and join me. I need a cuddle.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She walked to the bed and climbed on and shuffled her way up until she was in line with Gladys. She opened her arms and Gladys rolled over and snugged into them. Bev made sure that she held her Mistress tight. She loved to feel her in her arms and she saw it as a reward that she was allowed to do such an intimate act with her Mistress.

They cuddled for a good ten minutes and without thinking about it. Bev moved her hands and began to caress the breasts of her Mistress. Gladys did not say anything. She was enjoying being snuggled and she was quite happy to allow Bev to touch her breasts as she was turning her on and it would enhance her cumm when she eventually allowed Bev to kiss her pussy.

Bev ran her hands over the breasts of her Mistress and watched as her nipples began to grow and she knew that she was arousing her Mistress and that her pussy would be very wet. Bev caressed the flesh of her breasts for a good few minutes and then she moved to her Mistresses nipples.

She rolled Gladys’s nipples between her finger and her thumb and heard Gladys moan out loud. Gladys put out a hand and said.

“Get down between my legs and make love to my pussy.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She moved down the bed and got down to the pussy of her Mistress. She could not see it clearly because of the chubby thighs of her Mistress. She had to physically pick up the legs of Gladys to part them enough so that she could get a good view of her pussy. Finally she had got Gladys’s legs open enough that she could clearly see her pussy.

Bev reached out a hand and touched the pussy of her Mistress and felt how wet it was and she could not wait to taste it but first of all she wanted to play with it. She looked up at Gladys and said.

“May I pet your pussy Mistress?”

Gladys looked down at her and said.

“You may for a couple of minutes but not for too long. I am in need of an orgasm and I would rather have it sooner rather than later.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Bev moved towards the pussy of Gladys and began to kiss it. She kissed it as she would the lips of her Mistress. She petted the pussy for a good five minutes until Gladys said.

“That is enough Bev. I need my orgasm and I need it now.”

Bev stopped kissing the pussy of her Mistress and began to work on the pussy to make sure that she could bring Gladys to orgasm. She opened up the pussy of her Mistress and then she stuck her tongue in and began to lick her out.

Bev moved her tongue in and out of Gladys’s pussy and heard Gladys begin to groan in pleasure. She knew that administering the punishment to her arse had turned her Mistress on and it would not be long before she had her orgasm. In and out went Bev’s tongue.

Gladys humped off the bed and pushed her pussy onto Bev’s tongue. She needed to cumm and she needed to cumm sooner rather than later. She shouted at Bev.

“Make me cumm bitch.”

Bev works harder and faster on her Mistresses pussy and suddenly she felt the pussy juice begin to leak out of her Mistresses pussy as she began to have her orgasm. Gladys cannot take any more of the licking and screams out.

“I am cumming slut. Oh shit you have made me cumm.”

With that she begins to squirt her love juice into the air. It was almost like she was pissing herself there was that much of a squirt going on. She collapsed onto the bed and released Bev. Bev moved up the bed and back into the arms of her Mistress.

Whilst David is downstairs enjoying his whisky they take the chance to allow themselves a little sleep in the bed. David comes up the stairs and sees them asleep and decides to have one more whisky before waking them for the night ahead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2

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

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

“Get me ready for what?”

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

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

3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy’s mouth went slack as his wife continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is my first attempt at publishing a story, it’s based on a real life experience I had in my younger days. All names have been changed. It includes cocaine, and has a little watersports and light anal play. I hope that it turns you on as much as it did me that night. Special thanks to the amazing Eliza Loo for the editing help.

As I sit drinking a hot cup of coffee on this lazy Sunday morning, my mind wanders back to a similar Sunday morning long ago. I was young and full of adventure then, working hard during the week and partying just as hard on the weekend. More often than not, during that particular time in my life there was a little cocaine involved on my weekend excursions, and along with that came a bevy of willing women, the kind of women that loved to party and get a little wild.

It was 1989 on a Sunday morning in Florida when I looked up from my cup of coffee to see her standing in the doorway, naked except for the sheet wrapped loosely around her.

“Morning” I say as I motion for her to sit and get up to get her a cup. Bringing back her coffee I notice the sheet is no longer covering her, she’s sitting on it and her amazing tits are on display.

“Tylenol?” she asks. I oblige her and bring a glass of water back with me. She looks rough, her hair a mess and bags under her eyes. Taking two and downing the rest of the water she looks me in the eye and asks, “Any coke left?”

“Wait until Becky gets up and I’ll give you two a snoot full for the ride home.” I reply and watch as she chokes a little on her coffee before chuckling as she says, “I’m Becky!”

“Oh, sorry,” and thought for a minute before saying “Then…Tina?” as I motioned to the bedroom.

“Yup, if we’re waiting can I take a shower?”

“Absolutely” I replied. We got up and I showed her where everything was, openly ogling her very nice ass and remembering how my tongue worked it last night.

‘She can’t be more than five feet tall’ I think to myself. On the way back I peeked into my bedroom and saw Tina lying on her back, left leg stretched out and her right bent at the knee giving me a great view of her light brown bush. I move into the room and sit on the bed, trailing my fingers around her tits, then leaning down I whisper in her ear, “Hey beautiful time to get up.”

“Mmmm ok” she says and blinks her eyes open. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes she says “Oh fuck that hurts” and flops back onto the bed and stretches, giving me a wonderful view of her voluptuous body. As tall as my five eight she’s well-proportioned and sexy as fuck.

She sits back up and I help her stand. I glance down at her tits that are swaying back and forth, they’re nice with pale areoles the size of a tollhouse cookie and light pink nipples that are long even before being stimulated.

“I need to piss, now” she says. I say “Becky’s in the shower now, you can go in.” She nods her head and hurries off. Watching her shapely ass disappear into the bathroom I start collecting beer bottles and reflect on the crazy night I had with these two women.

It started off with a couple of my friends and I having a few beers at the local watering hole. One had to work in the morning and left around eight, leaving me and Dave to ourselves to find some fun. I’d been thinking about scoring some coke all week and asked him if he wanted in. He declined, having family obligations the next morning. So, I put the call in, he had one more beer and left.

So there I am; it’s now nine thirty and I’m back at the bar with a healthy bag of coke and no one to party with. I go to the bathroom and get in a stall and do a couple quick bumps from the end of a key. Then a couple more for good measure and put it away. Checking my nose on the way out for any telltale residue, I saunter back out and take my seat. The bumps are hitting now, that feeling of euphoria washing over me, instantly putting me in a great mood. Taking a big swig from my beer I spin around on my stool and survey the room.

The regular hard partiers are here, along with a few couples and some single guys over at the pool table. I look over to the wall with booths along it and see them.

A blond and a brunette, they’re very good looking and talking and laughing. The blond gets up and comes up to the bar about three stools down from me and orders two more of those silly wine coolers that were so popular. I offer to pay for them. She turns her head to look at me, looks right into my eyes and sees my dilated pupils and watches me rub my nose and sniff. Her smile brightens and she says “Sure, why don’t you grab your beer and come sit with us.”

I do just that and follow her back to their booth. The other girl looks at me warily as the blond slides in and scooches over to let me sit next to her. I look them over as I sit down and like what I see. They’re both wearing nice blouses and jean shorts. Two totally different looks, one blonde and voluptuous the other dark haired and petite, built like a gymnast.

The blond asks my name and introductions üsküdar escort are made. Tina smiles sweetly at me, pushes a lock of her blond hair behind her ear and says “Am I mistaken or is your nose really happy tonight?” I answer, “It is indeed happy tonight, do you two partake?” I notice Becky has now straightened up and is smiling at me as Tina says “We sure do,” then looks at her friend and says, “don’t we Becky?” Becky nods her head in agreement.

“Well, I hope this isn’t too out of line but would you two want to come back to my place where we can do a few lines without an audience?” They look at each other, Becky says “I don’t know”…Tina looks back at me and says “We’re not sure that’s a good idea, after all, we don’t know you.”

“Ok, I get it. Do you know the bartender, her name’s Georgia?” They both say yes so, I tell Becky to go talk to Georgia, she’ll vouch for me. When you’re high on coke you tend to just blurt shit out so I turn to Tina and say “Look, I just scored a quarter ounce. There’s plenty to go around and who knows what’ll happen back at my place, we’ll play it by ear.” I reached over and stroked the back of her hand lightly and said, “I’ll get you a cab home later if you want.”

I could tell she was warming up to the idea of free lines when Becky came back and asked Tina to go to the bathroom with her. I figured they needed to talk about it.

They took off and I went up to the bar and asked Georgia what she said. “I told her you haven’t murdered anyone in a couple years now so they should be ok” and started laughing. I started laughing along with her, she shook her head and said “You’re in, you fucking pussy hound. When’s my turn?” “Next time, I promise,” and smiled my best smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” she said as she headed down the bar to take another order.

The girls come back from the bathroom, all business now. “Shall we go?” asks Tina. “Ok.” I answer and mentally take stock of the beer situation in my fridge at home. Thinking I have about a twelve pack I ask the girls if they’ll drink beer at my place. They both nod their heads, so I call Georgia over and ask for 12 more to take home.

We finished our drinks, and I picked up the beer and we headed out to my truck. Piling into the front it’s a little cramped for the three of us on the bench seat but we manage for the short ride home.

We made small talk on the way, the shorter of the two sat in the middle and scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear “Coke makes me horny, you up for some fun?” and rubbed her hand over my dick a couple times. I nodded my agreement and look over at Tina who’s shaking her head and saying “You’re a little slut!” We all laugh, and small talk ensued for the last few minutes home.

Once inside I tell them to sit in the living room and I put the beer away. Coming in with three cold ones, I handed them out and went to my bedroom for the mirror with the razor blade and straw on it. I glance at the clock, ten fifteen. Going to be a long, late night I think to myself.

Back in the living room I’m sitting between the two ladies and chopping lines. I’m more than ready for a fat one and they are almost salivating at the nice little pile I dumped on the mirror. Done with the chopping I slice out three big ones and pick up the straw and snort the first one. Handing off the mirror I lean back and pinch my nose and pull air in and let go at the same time, pulling the rest of the coke into my sinuses. The girls do some variation of the same thing and soon enough we’re all leaning back on the couch letting the rush hit us.

“Oh yeah” I say as the feeling washes over my brain. “Fuckin’A dude” Tina says followed by a happy sigh from Becky who stands up and does that thing women do to take off their bra and pull it through the sleeve. Tossing it at me and laughing she says “It’s getting’ hot in here, turn on some music?” I point at the stereo “Have at it.” She goes to turn it on, and I take a big whiff of her bra, smelling a little sweat and soap. This earns me an eye roll from Tina. I say “What, will yours smell better?” She comes right back with “Another line and you can find out.”

I immediately turn and cut three more lines out of the pile, this time about half the size of the first. Music is now on and Becky dances back over and plops herself right next to me and leans down to untie her shoes. I hand the mirror to Tina who promptly inhales one of the lines. I do mine next and hand it to the now shoeless Becky. She does hers and we all take a moment to let it hit.

I look over to Tina and say, “bra?” and hold my hand out. She smiles and stands up performing the same magic her friend did. She hands it to me and I open it to look at the tag and squint to read it and she says “38 double D dude, now tell me if I smell better than her.” I put one of the cups to my face and inhale loudly, making a show of it. I exhale and say “You guys use different soap. In order to make a fair assessment I’ll gaziemir escort need to go straight to the source.” Laughing she says, “Yeah we’ll see, who needs a beer?”

We all agree, and she takes off for the kitchen and Becky grabs my head in both hands and lays a kiss on me. I reciprocated and we swap some spit until Tina walks in with the beers. After a couple big swigs Becky leans over to me and says, “I want to spend the night, I don’t care if she stays or not.” I nod my head and stare at her dark eyes, taking in just how good looking she is. She’s well put together, Mediterranean complexion with dark hair down to her shoulders and perfect eyebrows, cute little upturned nose and nice plump lips. Wearing minimal make up she looks great. I surmise they’re both about my age, late 20’s or early 30’s.

I turn to look at Tina, a classic blond beauty. Hair up in a ponytail that comes halfway down her back she’s fully made up with her face looking like she took a lot of time to put it together. A real girly-girl. Very hot.

Becky asks for the bathroom; I point at the hall and say “Second on the left.” Turning to the other I say in a low voice “Your friend says she wants to spend the night, do you want to spend the night with us?”

“I don’t know…I’ve never had a three-way. I’m not sure if I could…I don’t know.” With that she got up and walked down the hall. Knocked twice on the bathroom door and walked in. I figure they need to talk about it.

I finish my beer and lean over to cut more lines, pulling off of the big pile and taking my time to chop one way, pull it together and chop the other. Repeating the process until it’s nice and fine. I carefully make three healthy lines and, quickly looking at the bathroom door, I pull a little bump to the front and snort it real quick because, well, I wanted to.

Becky comes out first and I ask her to get three more beers on the way back. They’re starting to go down quickly now. When she sits down next to me I ask, “What’s with her, is she staying?” She reaches over to starts to undo my shorts, fumbling with the button and says, “I’m not sure, I hope she does. I’ve been dying to go down on her, but she doesn’t swing that way.”

With my shorts now open she sticks her hand in and pulls out my cock. I’m half hard but that’s quickly changing. She’s softly moving her hand around inside my underwear, reaching to feel my balls. I start to unbutton her shirt when Tina comes back, grabs her old beer and downs it. Grabbing a new one she opens it and takes a huge swig. She turns her head and burps then looks back at what we’re doing, then down at the lines.

I have Becky’s shirt unbuttoned now, it’s hanging open. I reach for the mirror and give it to Tina who does a line and hands it to Becky who sets it down on the table and leans over to do hers. As she does, I get a glimpse of her tits, nice handfuls with dark areoles and very hard dark nipples.

She leans back and hands me the straw. I do my line, grab my beer and take a big drink. Looking to my left Tina is leaning back looking at me. I go in for a kiss and she lets me, not moving her head but kissing me back. I end the kiss and turn to my right. She’s smiling at me, and I lean down to kiss her, moving her shirt out of the way I cup her right boob, feeling the firmness. Squeezing gently, I move my palm in circles over her nipple, feeling the hard little nub before I use my fingers to pinch it lightly. She sighs, takes her beer and turns it up, finishing it. I take a big drink of mine and turn to Tina who was watching us with interest.

I move closer to her and lean in to kiss her again, this time with tongue. She grabs the back of my head and we start making out. I start to pull up her shirt, but she breaks the kiss and says “Hold on, I’ll get it.” I sit back and take a look at Becky, who now has her shirt off and is rubbing both of her tits. I watch her while Tina stands up to take off her shirt, pulling it over her head. Shaking her hair and using both hands to fix her ponytail I’m almost mesmerized as her full tits sway back and forth. I look back at Becky and she’s staring too.

Tina says “Dude, I’m high as fuck right now.” Walking to the standup fan I have in the corner she turns it on and stands there. Becky gets up and goes over to her and they share the breeze. I’m rushing pretty good too, the coke is good, and we’ve got about a gram up our noses.

When you have three people high as fuck on coke the conversation flows, often on topics that are completely mundane. I join them and we start talking about music, then the clock on the wall. At one point we’re in the kitchen talking about the differences in cooking on a non-stick pan or a cast iron skillet. We’re doing all of this while topless with a lot of brushing, quick squeezes and sometimes just blatant groping. We end up back in the living room and I sit on the couch. They’re looking through my cassettes picking out something to listen to.

They’re sancaktepe escort whispering something to each other. I look at their asses and see Becky slowly put her hand on her friends’ ass, cupping her cheek. Tina swats her hand away while laughing and gives her a whining “Stop it! Every time we party you grope me!”

“Can’t help it, I love your ass!” Becky shoots back. They both laugh and I stand up and kick my shorts off and head for the bathroom in my boxers.

It was quiet out there while I pissed, and I thought about how lucky I was. Two topless cuties and a pile of blow waiting for me in my living room. I headed back and yell out “Anyone need a beer?” Two yesses came back. They’re really going down easy. Grabbing another round I head back and find the two of them sitting on the couch again, this time without the shorts, just panties.

Small talk ensues and we spend some more time getting to know each other, our jobs and lives. All the while ogling each other and flirting. Beer is flowing and we’re having fun. It’s warm in the house, I get up and go adjust the thermostat. I get back and pull the mirror towards me. They’re looking at the coke with hungry eyes and I have to admit that notion just crossed my mind too. The beer is starting to catch up with us too, the girls are loosening up and I’m pretty buzzed now.

I cut three more lines and we snort them, all of us leaning back in silence as that familiar feeling overtakes us. Becky leans over and starts kissing my neck, drawing little circles with her tongue. She moves up a little and whispers in my ear “Let’s get this party started.”

I look over and see Tina staring at us. I take my left hand and run it up and down her leg. She spreads them a little and I run my fingers to her panty-clad pussy. Caressing and pushing the fabric in, I feel wetness and I look down to see a damp spot gracing the gusset of her light blue panties.

I feel lips on my right nipple and look to see Becky sucking it and staring at my hand moving back and forth in her friend’s crotch. She stands up and takes her panties off then bends over to pull off my boxers. I lift my ass to accommodate her and at the same time I tug on Tina’s panties. She stands and slides them down her legs revealing a light brown trimmed bush, in stark contrast to Becky’s wild full bush of black pussy hair.

All of us are naked now, Becky decides to take control and asks Tina to help her move the coffee table out of the way. Both grabbing an end, they move it straight back about 4 feet. Becky takes her finger and swipes it across the little flakes of residue on the mirror where the last lines were cut. She wipes it across her top gum and then sucks it clean, looking me in the eye with nothing but sex on her mind.

Tina follows suit as Becky gets on her knees and moves towards me. “C’mon, give me a hand with this,” and motions for her to get on her knees too. I’m half hard as I spread my legs. Becky grabs it and swoops down to take me halfway in her mouth, swirling her tongue on the way back up then releases my cock with a pop.

She points it towards Tina who moves closer, but instead jumps up onto the sofa and starts making out with me. I feel the warmth of Becky’s mouth on my dick as she goes back to sucking. She clearly enjoys what she’s doing and is making little noises and humming.

I’m loving all the attention and start to play with Tina’s tits, hefting the full globes in my hand and pinching her nipples. We’re kissing with passion now as I feel my cock go into Becky’s throat. I make a sound of approval into Tina’s mouth and jerk my hips a little. We break the kiss and I look down to watch her expertly go up and down, burying her nose in my pubic hair then coming back up for air.

Over and over, she does this and I feel the tingling start. Not wanting to get off yet I stop her. She looks at me with watery eyes and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles.

“Holy fuck you’re good at that” I say. “I had to stop you, or you would have had a mouthful of cum.” She smiles proudly and moves up to the couch, straightens her body and lays her head on the armrest. Throwing one leg up to the back of the sofa, she lets her right leg drop to the floor. I gaze at her bushy pussy and watch as she reaches down with her right hand and using two fingers opens herself to me. I see her dark brown labia spread apart and the pink of her beautiful pussy. Her other hand comes down and pulls her clitoral hood back to reveal a clit about as big around as my pinky finger and about a quarter inch long.

I feel Tina move closer to me and lean her head around to get a better look. She’s got her ample tits pressing into my side and breathing heavily into my ear. We’re both mesmerized as she takes her left hand and gathers some moisture and pulls it up to her clit and slowly caresses it. Leaning her head back and drawing in a hiss of air as she works it. “One of you needs to get over here and eat me!” she exclaimed. She looks right at Tina, so do I as I nudge her in that direction. “I don’t know…I’ve never…go ahead Nick, show me how.”

Inwardly I’m cursing because I wanted to see some lesbian action but outwardly I’m just fine with eating her. “Let’s do a bump and take this to the bedroom,” I reply and slide off the couch and walk on my knees over to that coffee table.

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(Author’s note: This story carries a femdom, semi-incestuous and bisexual theme throughout)

Mother May I..?

Chapter 2

Back Door Man

As Adrian cowered, afraid and feeling shy he asked his Mother-in-law a question, no man should have to, not even when dreaming… “You’re going to fuck me?”

*****

From where we left off…

“Your going to f-fuck me?” Adrian asked not believing or, seeing at least, he did know… Margaret his 50-something dominant Mother-in-law, dressed all in black, she was indeed ‘strapped-on’ sporting a long glossy, somewhat real looking 7-inch dildo jutting out from her loins and looking ready to do just as he was asking…

Margaret was ready to fuck her wimpy, sissy for a son-in-law and take him even further into submission…

“Yes darling, that’s exactly what I’m going to do… I’m going to use my dildo on you and fuck that tight ass of yours, just like I had a real cock” she said back to him sounding rather matter of fact as she smiled, looking to Adrian while wringing her right hand up and down the smooth shafted latex dildo, her ‘cock’ as she liked to say.

The semi-realistic looking ‘marital-aid’ or sex-toy appearing to be a part of her, it’s colour matching the lacy-black, all-in-one corset, bra and girdle set she had changed into replacing the long, flowing night gown, she looked menacing and untrustworthy as Adrian was seeing her.

With her full, ripe tits held high and presented, pushed up and out while encased in her corset bra, and with her legs wrapped to her upper thigh in a pair of lacy topped sheer black stockings, each held in place by one of the six garter straps built into her dangerous looking lingerie sets, she appeared every inch the stern, domineering woman she was intending…

“Oh please Mother, uhh, I mean Ma’am” Adrian pled while correcting himself…

“Please you, you don’t have to do this, you know I’ll be good… I’ll stay naked and with, with my plug in, I’ll wear it all the time and, and I’ll cook for you… I’ll clean too… Please! I’ll do anything” he offered, truly afraid with a new wave of humiliation washing through him that sent him begging once again, saying how he’ll do anything she wants from now until eternity…

However, knowing his fate a cold forbidding sweat broke out over his entire body and as much as he was in denial, Adrian also knew this was going to happen, he couldn’t stop her… His Mother-in-law was going to fuck him…

“Now, now, you know as well as I do, you need this as much as you want it Adrian, and the sooner you submit, giving up this game you’re playing, pretending to be shy and afraid, the more you can start to enjoy this… Don’t you see? We all know… It’s no secret to any of us, and as your family we have a duty to help you see this through” Margaret explained as Denise stepped closer to the woman, wordlessly squeezing out a long line of the clear lube down the top of Margaret’s cock shaft allowing her to gather and smear the dildos entire length as she thanked the girl, giving her a smile…

“We owe it to you just as much as you owe it to yourself my dear, sweet sissy” she added, using psychology as a mind game, confusing Adrian’s thoughts while casting doubt on his own beliefs.

Telling him everyone knows ‘who’ he is but saying it in a way that would lead him to believe he needed to trust her, and those involved….Adrian had to have faith in what she was saying, in what everyone were telling him…

Trembling now while lost in the two-month long fog of sexual wanting with his unsettled desires being denied time and time again, it did however make accepting and taking what Margaret had to offer somewhat easier.

But still, Adrian was afraid, if not terrified altogether…

“I’m… I’m sc-scared, and I don’t think I’m like that… I…I’m n-not g-gay! I love Barb and woman please, you have to believe me” he cried in a last defence, stuttering and sounding far less confident, or convincing for that matter.

“Are you sure? That’s not what someone asked me recently” Denise pipped up then as Adrian looked to her feeling all the more confused not knowing what the girl meant…

“Now, now Denise, let’s not mention anything just yet… Mind yourself young lady or it will be you feeling the sting of my belt… Is that understood?” Margaret said with a tone, interrupting the young girl who looked back to the woman in dismay, surprised for being chastised and put in her place…

“Y-yes Ma’am… I’m sorry” Denise answered with a frown, however, catching herself and knowing better than to challenge her, not at a time like this, she felt bad for over stepping her boundaries…

“Very good” Margaret went on, sounding up beat as she turned to Adrian once again… “Now young man…I do I remember saying I would let you out of your chastity cage, does that still interest you?” She asked and gaining Adrian’s full attention the naked young man’s head came up, hearing those bahçelievler escort sweet words yet again…

“Will you go a little more easily if you’re let out?” She added, asking if she let’s him out will he accept her ‘cock’ with less fussing, yet knowing he had no alternative, Adrian did say he was willing to do anything…

“Y-es, yes please…please let me out M-Ma’am… I’ll do, do whatever you want, I promise” he said agreeing but maybe not fully understanding what he was letting himself in for, what this could mean later on…

With his desperation leaning more towards his desire, rather than any last fruitless grasps at his humility, Adrian found himself willing to do just about anything to be freed from his cage, as well as being permitted to cum..

Even if that included him taking his Mother-in-law’s strap-on cock up his back-side, being released from the tiny penis-prison he’d been locked into for the past two months was worth just about anything at this point…

“There’s a good boy… Now you see? I’m not as horrible as you think. Trust me, we’re both going to enjoy this”

Confident and with a sarcastic smile, Margaret lead poor Adrian over towards her large wing-back chair where she had him stand in front as she then took up residence, plunking her large, round ass into the low cushioned seat.

With frightened eyes Adrian then watched as the woman adjusted herself, moving closer to the chairs edge, tilting and thrusting her hips in and upward motion making the slick, black latex dildo jiggle and bob, she settled in as he shivered and quaked. Sweating now he could hardly believe what he had just agreed to…

“There we are now, come to me,” she beckoned… “Turn around and lets get that plug out of you… Oh and Denise, I’m sure our little sissy-boy here would like you to add more lube to my cock… Isn’t that so Adrian? Do you want my girlfriend to make my big black dick all slippery and wet for you?” Margaret asked, continuing with her harsh teasing…

“You? You want to do it with me on top?” He asked in his usual surprised stutter still not believing she was going to fuck him as she took him at the hips and turned him around, wanting Adrian to mount the big, ominous looking dildo faced away from her, impaling himself in a ‘reverse cowgirl’ position, it seemed even more humiliating if that were possible…

“Oh yes my little darling, you are going to work for this, and you will because I know that deep down you want this… You were born to be a little bottom bitch Adrian, your only problem is realizing and accepting” Margaret said to him, keeping it up… “With our help… Denise and I are going to teach you to how to enjoy being who you are… We’re going to teach you just how to be a sissy who loves cock more than anything, even if you keep saying you’re not gay”

Listening to her while standing terrified, watching with his body half twisted, Adrian looked back over his shoulder in disbelief as Denise came in then with her hand full of lube smearing more of the slippery looking gel down the length of the older woman’s 7-inch strap-on making it glisten and shine anew as he watched with continual, fearful shudders running through him…

“But what about my, my cage? I thought you said I could have it off while I, while I c-cum?” He asked nervous trying to think of anything he could… Anything that might change this somehow…

Anything that might get him out of what was about to happen, but of course he knew…

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll be letting you out, once you’ve settled that cute little ass down on my big cock, then we’ll have Denise unlock you” Margaret replied as Adrian shirked again not liking what he was hearing, feeling he was about to be ripped off, denied again with another one of her cruel tricks…

Telling him the only way he’ll be allowed any release, any pleasure, it will happen while he’s impaled to the hilt on her the slick, glossy-black imitation cock…

This wasn’t what he had bargained for…

“B-but that’s not fair! That’s not what you said” Adrian complained, or he tried to…

“What’s not fair Adrian? What did I say to you?” Margaret snapped back… “My only promise was to let you out, I never said how or when, and I’m not sure I like your tone young man… Do I need to punish you further? My belt is right there on the floor?”

Chastising as she held him at his hips, backing him up, Adrian went quiet then, knowing that if he pushed too hard he’d end up feeling the sting of her wide leather belt reigniting the slowly cooling fire raging across his rather red and still hot little ass cheeks…

“Denise, come dear… Hold him, open him up, you can remove his little plug” Margaret instructed her young blond friend and all for the idea she had Adrian half bent at the waist as she went in with her two fingers and a thumb, grasping the small rounded end and giving it an unceremonious bağcılar escort tug that had Adrian’s eye popping open while letting out a soft whimpering ‘Unng” feeling his back end being vacated of the plug that quite frankly he’d become used to already, even forgetting it was there…

“There we go, now lean back, that’s it step closer, Denise hold his arm help him down, I’ll hold him open back here” Margaret instructed next as she watched Adrian’s tight little bung wink itself closed which also and quite oddly, it left Adrian with a strange new feeling, having the butt plug suddenly removed, he felt an emptiness that came with a longing and that was the odd part.

He couldn’t understand what he wanted, it was like he missed the plug being inside of him and now of all things… He wanted it back…

“Mmmm… Now there’s a beautiful sight… Keep going! Can you feel my big cock-head about to push into you? Tell me, go on now… Let me know that you want it Adrian… Relax yourself and take my cock sissy”

“Ohhh… Oh gosh Ma’am… I can feel you, but, but I’m afraid…. I… I can’t let go, not like you say… Please, I… I just I can’t” Adrian moaned back admitting that he did want her cock pushed up inside of him but doing it for himself, being able to let go and sink down, he was too afraid… He couldn’t do it, not like she wanted…

“Can I help?” Denise chirped from the background, asking as she moved in taking up centre stage in front of Adrian as he hovered in his indecision with bent knees and a strained back, unable to go any further…

“No dear, leave him alone, this is something he has to do on his own” Margaret cut in then as Denise stopped with her hands about to land on Adrian’s shoulders…

“Yes Ma’am, you’re right… I’m sorry” the girl apologized as she stopped, looking to her older dominant and feeling the woman’s icy stare for the second time, again she knew they weren’t playing games just then, realizing in the moment that there was something deeper going on between these two.. This odd pairing of son and Mother-in-law…

“Come now Adrian, no more delays, surrender yourself to me… There we go… Down… Take me, that’s it… Nice and slow”

“Uhhh, Unnngg… Ohh” Adrian cried, doing it then, lowering himself until he could feel it for real this time, the slippery wet domed head of Margaret’s cock first touching and then pushing in quite easily, slipping in past his already loosened-up little back ring…

“Oh yes, I’m in you now! Can you feel me?” Margaret asked, watching as she leaned back and declaring with pride as her cock slowly moved into him, first with it’s blunt, round head and with each agonizing inch following after, disappearing ever so slowing into Adrian’s depths…

“Unnnggg.. Yes… I… I can feel it… Ohhh Ma’am, it’s, it’s so b-big… Oh please, can we go slower?…. Uhhh!” Adrian gasped feeling the stiff cock worming it’s way deeper as his body weight drove him down, the initial pain ripping through him and forcing him to move at a pace he could hardly stand…

“That’s up to you sweetie” Margaret replied… Put your hands on my thighs, hold yourself up but keep me in… Now take a breath and tell me when you’re ready… Ready for more of my cock” she directed, reassuring Adrian that this was all up to him as he followed her direction, placing each of his open palms down atop her stocking covered thighs he held himself aloft.

Half impaled on her hard but slippery feeling strap-on as Margaret was playing with his mind as much as she was playing his body.

Pushing him again, she wanted him to say it, she wanted him to tell her when he was ready… ‘Ready for more cock’ as she was sure to emphasize, loving the work ‘cock’ with it’s hard ‘k’ adding a certain flair that turned heads when said out loud…

“Ahh I… I don’t know if, if can,” Adrian whined in reply, listening to her instructions while trying to hold himself up, feeling his Mother-in-law’s ‘bigger-than-it-looked’ strap-on dildo moving into him further…

Like falling into quicksand, he had no choice, the enormous feeling sex-toy stretching his tight little butthole as he moaned the rest of the way down, Adrian was soon seeing stars with his eyes shut tight and a lemon-sucking scowl occupying his face.

With the latex cock invading his body as well as his mind, suddenly in a flash of bright light an image filled his mind. One that had him sitting bolt up-right with his thoughts going back in time, back to Greg and where in a blur of tormented emotions he pictured his long lost friend there in Margaret’s place…

“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” He gasped with his eyes rolling to the back of his head and taking in short puffs of air Adrian was unable to exhale, caught in the moment… But not daring to say or call out Greg’s name in error, but feeling this desire rising inside of him, did he really want Greg to take him this ümraniye escort way? Would he have ever let his friend fucking him instead of just sucking his much bigger, alpha-male cock?

Working himself all the way down with such images in his head, Adrian had taken all of Margaret’s big strap-on without realizing until the backs of his thighs were resting atop hers with the initial pain and shock of it all still coursing and rippling through him like a hard, crashing tide…

But still, the image was there, seeing Greg… He couldn’t let it go…

“Ohh yess that’s it… All the way down” Margaret declared happily watching and feeling Adrian give in, taking her cock inch by inch…

“Rest on me sissy boy, lean back and relax, that’s it… Feel me in you… Mmm, you’re such a good boy Adrian, taking all of my big-hard-cock”

Happy and quite turned on Margaret cooed into his ear from behind and giving Adrian no choice as she let her hands slide up from his hips to settle around his waist, her fingers interlacing at his mid-section covering his bellybutton she gently held him down, unable to move, keeping him impaled, taking all 7-inches of her hard latex cock.

Leaving him moaning in sighs and soft whimpering cries, Adrian let his eyes drift closed once more with his head lolling from side to side becoming further lost in the ecstasy being matched and twined only by the agony, the lingering, gnawing pain of taking so much cock…

“Oh wow, that looks sooo sexy… I have everything ready Ma’am, just to let you know” Denise said then partially breaking the spell Adrian had fallen into, his eyes opening to see the spiky haired dynamo had moved and was now kneeling between his splayed legs as he remained suspended, held firm with Margaret’s big cock lodged up his backside firm and deep… His feet left to dangle with his toes barely scraping the floor…

“Very good dear, I think he’s settled, you can unlock him now” Margaret replied looking over her son-in-laws limp, lifeless shoulder as he lay back against her, and Adrian he too was watching, seeing the smiling girl holding up a tiny silvery looking key… His key…

Coming around some, out of his delirium and filled with renewed and sudden hope, Adrian sat up partially gaining his senses where like smelling salts to a fainter, seeing the key to his chastity cage pushed him to a new level of awareness, desire and anticipation…

“Lay back sweetie, relax and watch with me, Denise will be a little while… She’s going to clean you and shave you, then my little sissy-son-in-law… Then you can have your precious little cummies… Before we cage up again, and my, my… Do we even have a surprise for you there!”

Instructing him to lie back while applying light force to Adrian’s chest with a hand, Margaret had him resting atop her ripe, full 38-inch chest as she spoke. Telling him what was going to happen, she wanted Adrian to watch with her, watch and see Denise first unlock and then free him from his cage…

The small, bright blue silicone penis prison left manacled to his smaller than average member for the past two, long, arduous months…

“Uhh… Oh that feels so, so much better” He cried doing as he was told, trying to rest back but it wasn’t easy, not with Margaret’s big cock all the way up inside him…

However, feeling Denise unlocking then pulling and manoeuvring the parts of his ‘old’ chastity cage off and away with the steel backing ring being the last piece, Adrian sighed with a moan feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as the tight-bodied blond pushed each of his undersized testicles one at a time back through the ring’s narrow opening…

“Ahh!” He gasped with an inward breath each time, the sensation and slight pain causing his head to jerk back just as it had when he finally let go, when Adrian had allowed himself to take Margaret’s rigid latex cock up into his virginal back entrance, his boy-pussy…

“Oh please” He cried then as she laid a warm, wet flannel over his freed little penis and equally tiny ball sack, followed with her hand and fingers massaging and working the wet towel all around his small, shrivelled member leaving him to squirm and wriggle with his eyes blinking open and closed…

“Just making sure you’re all nice and clean… It doesn’t look like you need much shaving but we’ll do it anyway” Margaret informed as Adrian began to struggle wondering now how long this was going to last….

When would she either fuck him, let hum cum, or just take this big thing out of him?

“Sh-shave me? Like this? Oh please Ma’am I can’t stand it any longer” he cried thinking this torment and humiliation would last forever, the pain of being stretched so far and feeling so full of woman’s rubbery-stiff cock… It was indeed becoming much more than he could take…

Feeling her shift then, the stronger, bigger Margaret took hold of Adrian at his hips and began moving him with an up and down motion… Slowly, she began using her cock and her body, starting to fuck Adrian in a slow grind as he sat deliriously residing atop her thick, powerful thighs…

“Yes you can… Here, let’s have a little fun before Denise shaves you” His Mother-in-law replied telling Adrian he can and will stay where he was as the girl finished cleaning him up, shaving back to smooth…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He seems nice and easygoing.”

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

“What do you mean strict?”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told him the truth.

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

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

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

“So, you lied to me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry?”

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

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

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

“You would be willing to do that?”

“Yes, I think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

When I entered Richard did look like an imposing headmaster.

“Do you still agree you should be punished?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

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

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

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

It was just like being back at school.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enter,” I heard.

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

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

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

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

Again, I saw the trace of a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Curiosity killed the cat, they say.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Have you wanted to be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Those panties will need to be removed.”

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

“The chair needs to be placed once again.”

He watched me place the chair as required.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir,” I nervously replied.

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

“Right let us get this over with.”

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

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

“What number was that.”

“One, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria Brennemar—heiress, submissive, finsub

Kristy Walsh–former waitress, newly wealthy findom

Stephanie Myers–attorney, dominant, findom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This went on for about fifteen minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part III very soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, he’s struggling already.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles. “I’m a little nervous.”

I sit down next to him. “Why?”

“I hope I can do it all weekend.”

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

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

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

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

“How are you holding up?”

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

I say seductively, “Not yet. Here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing, babe?”

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

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

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

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

He nods next to my face.

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

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

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

I whisper, “Tell me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it hurt?”

I look from his cage to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it, babe?”

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

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

My boyfriend nods nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He says softly, “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

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

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

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

My boyfriend says, “Okay.”

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

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

My boyfriend smiles, “Hey, Bestie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ana Selena made four hundred,” Teah said.

“Rena made two fifty,” Hannah said.

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

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

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

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

“Nobody’s trying to take your spot.”

Teah wiped her mouth and got up with her purse.

“Gotta use the ladies room.”

“You gotta dookie?” Hannah asked.

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

“Got your phone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that yours?” Hannah asked.

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

Hannah took Teah’s cellphone and looked at it.

“It looks like the state of California.”

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

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

“Pain is part of the game, Hannah.”

Hannah rubbed her tummy when the urge struck.

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

“I feel my dookie coming,” Hannah said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it, Hannah.”

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

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

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

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

Hannah’s poop was like rabbit droppings.

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

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

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

“I need an enema.”

Teah snatched the remote away from Hannah.

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

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

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

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

“Crouch down,” Teah told Hannah.

Hannah squatted down with her knees to her chest.

“Damn it, it’s hard!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready,” Hannah told Teah.

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

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

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

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

Both women were in doo-doo distress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You gonna eat it?” Hannah asked.

Teah sat down and flexed her anus a bit.

“There’s blood in my stool.”

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

“Check yours,” Teah said.

Hannah looked at her stool and found traces of red.

“There’s blood in my stool too.”

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

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

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

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

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

Hannah covered up her turd too.

“I don’t like this kinda shit, mom.”

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

“What about our sales?” Hannah asked.

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

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

“No,” Teah said. “We’re going vegan.”

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