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We both work in Angel Islington, most days we catch the same tube. Most days we stand close on the endless escalator. Most days we leave the station separate ways We never talk, some times I can smell her shampoo and sometimes and I can barely see her. I know she watches me, but she never catches my eye.

Three days ago she did. Momentarily, if it hadn’t been for the raised eyebrow I might not have noticed the look.

She walked off quite quickly, leaving me mouth open like a guppy. I regained my composure and followed her, keeping her in view. She glanced back at me, catching me leering and raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile.

She slowed down just enough so that I was almost directly behind her. I look down to her heels and follow the seem of her tights to her hips and arse which were flowing from side to side like a snake. I let my gaze drift up her back, to her exposed neck and imagine leaning into it and taking a deep breath.

We get to the escalators. She doesn’t get on till I’m right behind her. I can smell her pussy. She reaches behind and takes my hand and places it on her abdomen, which bursa escort is covered by her handbag, she links her fingers through mine and presses back her arse onto my hard cock.

I open my mouth to speak, sensing my folly she digs her nails into my fingers, hard, hard enough to draw blood.

With my other hand I ran my finger down her spine and felt her shiver; then let out a sigh as her thighs parted slightly.

I leaned in close to her ear and whisper, ‘I’m going to fuck you.’

She guides my hand down her waistband and underneath her tights and knickers.

Her lips are dripping, She slowly grinds her self against my fingers, her arse rubbing against my cock.

I resist every impulse in me to tear her clothes off right there on the escalator. The escalator starts to flatten out and she pulls my hand away from her and pushes my gently back. I quickly tuck my cock away. As I look up she’s walking fast, almost at a run and flies through the gates. I fumble with my oyster card and follow her through.

She’s moving away from me quickly, She exits the station before me and when I get bursa escort bayan out I can’t see her. I pace around the concrete pillars like a caged tiger, then I see her, across the road, hands on hips smiling at me. She turns around and walks off down the road. I follow her, but at a slight distance, just enough so that she has to every so often flick her head back to catch sight of me.

She gets faster, so do I.

I’m chasing her down Angel, she skits of into a tree filled gated park. I follow her. My hearts going like an ak47 and my breath feels like it’s part of a gale. I walk around the park so many times it starts to feels like the park is spinning around me.

I start to think that I must be going mad, that I’ve imagined the whole thing. So I sit down on a bench and drop my head into my hands trying to recover myself. I take a deep breath and all I can smell is her, my fingers are sticky with her juices.

I look up and there she is, leaning against a tree. There’s people walking through the park, but not many, and they’re all in their own heads. I walk over to görükle escort bayan her and notice she no longer has any tights on. She holds my gaze all the way.

I stand facing her, pin her arms above her head, then spin her round, so I have both of her wrist in one hand. With my other hand I lift up her skirt. Her pussy is so wet that she has juices on her thighs

I take my time, hold her like that and breath into her neck and below her ear.

She squirms against my hard cock, ‘Fuck me,’ she whispers.

‘What?’

‘Fuck me.’

‘Say please.’

She squirms so more, fighting against my grip, I’m stronger than her so she can’t get her hands free to get my cock out.

‘Oh you fucking bastered,’ she takes a deep breath, ‘just fucking fuck me.’

I undo my jeans and pull my cock out. It feels like we are magnetic as we meld together so instantly. I let her hands go so she can get some purchase against the tree and we fuck.

We fuck for hours or minutes, my hands explore her body, whilst her pussy squeezes and teases my cock. I feel her clit shudder as she shudders, then her pussy tightens and shakes inside as she comes, then I come. With every ejaculation I feel her shake in time with me.

I pull out quickly and put my cock away and pull down her skirt. Then walk away without looking back.

That was three days ago, we still get the same tube and she still watches me.

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Rough Riding to BARUF Ch. 02

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The cop was patting me on the butt cheeks with his billy club and telling me what a nice fuck I was as a second cop pulled up on a motorcycle, cut the engine, and stood the cycle up on its stand.

He strode over to us, and I could tell in an instant that he wasn’t here to help me escape the first cop. He also looked a lot younger and more fit than the first cop. I was shivering in anticipation.

“He had the sign in his window?” the second cop asked the first one. “You’re sure the sign was in the window?”

“Sure thing. Look for yourself.”

The second cop proceeded to walk behind my car and take a look at the rear window. He grunted a sign of satisfaction, and came back around to where I was cuffed to the police car. “Nice ride,” he said to the first cop.

“The Jag or the guy?” the first cop said, and then he gave a hoarse little laugh in appreciation of his own joke.

“Both,” the second cop said, and he too laughed. My ears burned from the comment. It was a silly thing to do, of course. The first cop had fucked me, and the second cop could see me with my naked butt hanging out, and I was embarrassed that they were talking about how nice a fuck I was. This wasn’t a time for logic, however.

I watched in anticipation mixed with consternation as the second cop stripped off his shirt. He was obviously a bodybuilder and very impressed with himself, as he had every right to be.

“You wanna do him here or on the bike?” the first cop asked.

“On the bike, I think. He looks like a real fun one.”

Cop number one uncuffed me from the rack on top of the cruiser and manhandled me over to the motorcycle, swung my leg over the seat, and pushed me down, chest up and bare butt on the smooth leather of the seat. I was handcuffed on either side to the handlebars of the bike. Cop number two unzipped his tight blue pants and pulled out a thick piece that was already loaded. He rolled a condom on, swung a leg over the bike below me, took my fulya escort calves in his gloved hands, and spread them wide. My butt dug into the cold leather of the saddle. Then he took aim, his barrel was rifling into me, and he was vigorously stroking. His hands moved up to take a strong hold on my thighs, and as he stroked in with his piece, he was pulling my hips back to meet him and then pushing me away as he pulled out of me. He was coming all of the way out of me and then stroking quickly and strongly all the way back in to the root. Cop number one was hunched over my chest, and he was working my nipples with his teeth and tongue.

I gasped and yelped in pain, but more because of what the first cop was doing to my nipples and because my tender butt was chafing on leather of the saddle. Otherwise, this was a glorious fuck. I plastered my eyes on those of the second cop, and I thrilled at the look of lust in his eyes as he stroked me. I could tell the instant that he was ready to fire off his rifle, and I gave a little lurch to my hips that made him explode, which also made firecrackers of satisfaction shoot through my own body.

And then the cops were all business. They both pulled away from me and adjusted their uniforms. I was released from the bike, and the first cop pulled my T back down onto my body. It stung where the material came into contact with the welts from the whipping. He then had me step back into my pants and he fastened me up. He forced me back into the driver seat of my car and handcuffed both of my hands to the steering wheel.

“Gotta take you in, Pretty Boy. Can’t resist arrest and not be taken in for a spell.”

“But, but, I didn’t . . .”

“Drive behind me. Dan here will be driving behind you. No use trying to slip away, ’cause you can’t get out of those cuffs. Just drive along behind me, like a good little piece of ass.”

We drove in tandem back to the state police building, where it bomonti escort appeared that the two of them were the only ones on duty.

“Okay, back in the tank,” cop number one said, as he manhandled me out of the car, through the door of the station, and toward the back room. I didn’t see cop number two again, which I sort of regretted, because he was the better looking of the two and had given me the better fuck.

There were four cells in the back room of the station, but only one occupant, a big Neanderthal trucker type wearing a gas station work uniform consisting of dark pants and a greasy striped shirt that was so dirty I couldn’t read the name on the pocket. He was so barrel chested that he was almost busting out of the shirt at the chest. His feet were stuffed into muddy construction-worker boots. He had been dozing on one of two cots in the cell when we entered the room. Even though the other three cells were empty, the cop forced me over to the occupied cell, unlocked the door, and pushed me in.

“Here, I brought you a present, Jack. A pretty boy; I’ve already tried him out myself. Good meat, if I do say so myself.”

“No, please, don’t” I whimpered, as the cop took first my right arm and cuffed it over the bars above my head and behind me and then my left arm to the other side, stretching me out, my back to the bars and me facing the inside of the cell and the grinning cop and the slobbering trucker type. There was a wooden bench below me, behind my thighs.

“Gotta go make some calls, Jack. Enjoy.” And the cop left the cell, shot the lock home, and started whistling as he sauntered back to the front of the facility.

“I do’n know, Juan,” the other prisoner was calling out to the cop’s disappearing back. “We could get into a lot of trouble over this.”

“Naw, it’s cool, Jack,” the cop called back over his shoulder before he disappeared up the hall. “He had a BARUF sign in the back window of his kurtuluş escort car.”

Once again he caught me wondering, what the fuck does baruf mean?

“Well, all right then,” Jack said to no one in particular. He stood there in front of me for about a minute, a sloppy grin on his face, drinking me in.

“No, please don’t . . .” I whimpered, but that was as much as I could get out, before he reached over with a big mitt, grabbed hold of the collar of my T, and just ripped it off my torso. Then he came into me with his beer breath and tried to kiss my lips while his was fiddling with my belt buckle and the zipper to my jeans. I turned my head, and his mouth landed in the hollow of my neck, where he bit me and then moved down to my chest and nipples, slurping and nipping. He took a couple of steps back as he pulled the jeans off my legs.

“Hot damn, Merry Christmas,” he exclaimed. He pulled his shirt over his head, his biceps and chest muscles rippling and bulging. Even his muscles seemed to have muscles. And when he’d pulled his pants off, I saw the most impressive muscle he had. He was almost as big and thick as cop number two had been. I gulped with arousal and anticipation. I had thought that my hundred dollars had been well spent on the two cops. This was quite a bonus. He gave an unearthly scream and plowed right into me. He pushed me up the bars with his hands under my thighs, and after a couple of swallowing pumps of my cock, got his mouth applied to my asshole and slobbered that up pretty well. I had my feet on the bench now, but he lifted my right leg off the bench and up almost to the bars with his left hand, while he was positioning his rod at my asshole. And then he was in, plunging to the root. Up went my other leg, and I was “hammocked” there, my wrists cuffed to the bars behind and above me, my legs being held up and out by strong hands, my welted back rubbing up against the bars, and my butt suspended in air, as my ass, firmly skewered by his big pole swayed in and out with his pumping motion.

He took even longer than the cops had to shoot off up my ass. But when he did, he just let me collapsed against the bars, pulled his shirt and pants back on, went back to his cot, turned his back to me, and soon drifted off into satisfied snores.

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Five Years Earlier – Sophie’s Bikini

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This is the third in a series of stories and is somewhat longer than the previous two with rather more descriptive text.

If you haven’t already, you may wish to read my previous stories, the second of which hints on and links in with this one. It takes place around 5 years before ‘At the nudist beach’. Feedback is very welcome and helps me better understand what the reader is looking for in future stories.

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I was just dropping off to sleep in bed one night when suddenly Sally, my wife, spoke. “Brian, are you awake?”

“I am now,” I grunted, “What do you want?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Can’t it wait till morning?” Stupid question. Sally could never wait.

She cuddled up closer, her small firm breasts softly pushing into my back. “Well, not really. I promised Sophie I would ask you.”

Sophie is our daughter, then 18 going on 19, a petite 5 feet tall, blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was more-or-less a younger version of Sally; the looks, the moods, the habits ….just about everything. Sophie’s breasts, 32c, were larger and fuller than her mother’s (34b) and her figure hadn’t yet been ruined by childbirth, gravity or bad eating habits. Sophie walked or cycled whenever possible, regularly went swimming with friends and had just started to play squash, so she was fit and in trim. She never seemed to lack boyfriends.

Sally went on to tell me that whilst she and Sophie had been clothes shopping a few days ago for Sophie’s forthcoming holiday to Ibiza, Sophie had really liked a particular white bikini, rather more cut back than ones she’d worn in the past. It had looked perfect on her except that her hair was showing around the edges. It took me a moment or two to twig that it was her pubic hair. Sophie had been almost in tears. Sally had bought the bikini for her in the hope that the offending pubes could be trimmed.

“Well, surely that’s not a problem,” I said. “There can’t be too much to trim. Can’t you or one of her friends help? Boyfriend? We have several pairs of scissors and you can even use the beard trimmer I haven’t used for ages. Can’t she pay for a wax down there if it’s so much a problem?”

I had known for some while that Sophie had some kind of hormone problem, which meant that her pubic hair had been growing thicker and faster than most other girls. Despite creams and pills doctors had not been able to sort this out.

“You know how much I hate using creams, waxing and razors,” Sally answered, “So I’m not the best to advise Sophie. Please Brian, you’ve got a much steadier hand and you’ve had plenty of practice on me. She is your daughter after all.”

I thought about it for a few moments. “I’m not sure,” I replied. “I’ve never heard of any other fathers being asked to trim their daughter’s pubic hair. Have you?”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I trust you and I’m sure Sophie will not be stupid enough to say anything to anyone.”

There was a long pause. One of those long, awkward pauses that seem to last an eternity. Eventually I could feel Sally’s hand came around my front, down my belly and onto my cock.

“Ah!” said Sally, almost sarcastically. “You’ve been thinking about it then?”

And so began a long conversation between us, including an explanation by me as to why Sophie’s dirty panties had been found in my jacket pocket on more than one occasion. I’d discovered them by accident, mistaking a pair of hers for Sally’s [I’m sure you guys realise this was purely to monitor Sally’s general and sexual health]. The difference in age, diet and even hygiene meant that Sophie won the sniffability factor 500%. “Plus,” said Sally, in her ‘I’m going to get my own way’ voice, “I’ve never seen you look the other way when Sophie’s walking about the house with very little on.”

That was true. We’d never bothered too much using the loo if one of us was in the shower, or vice versa, and Sophie never bothered if I was coming out of our bedroom and she went from her bedroom into the bathroom wearing just her panties, or likewise if she came downstairs seeking her favourite bra. If truth be told I’d worked so hard and long at my job for the last few years that I’d all but missed Sophie growing up. Sure I’d remembered when she first arrived, all the oohs and coos followed by the sick and poos at the relevant end. Sure we went on family holidays, I helped teach her how to speak but never some of the words she learned at school, how to swim; but never how to dress or to strop when she didn’t get all her own way. There were big gaps in my memories, gaps where I’d immersed myself in my work. The next thing I knew she was a teenager … all arguments and acne.

I just knew Sally just wasn’t going to let up — she never did, and in the end I agreed to speak to Sophie when I got home from work the following day.

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I just couldn’t stop thinking about it at work and I had to hide an embarrassing erection several times. That morning Sally had even secreted a pair florya escort of Sophie’s panties into my jacket pocket – a very sexy red lace pair that had obviously been worn all day long and rubbed well into Sophie’s secret bits by her bicycle saddle. After lunch I’d gone to the toilets and inhaled the strong, musky, pheromone enhanced, erotically supercharged fragrance whilst I whacked off. It was stronger than I remembered from the previous time I’d borrowed a pair, but I knew Sophie sometimes had a hectic day at her sixth form college. Or perhaps they had been worn for 2 days just in case I needed further persuasion? Sally knew too well my pervs and my weaknesses. She knew how to ALWAYS win a request she’d made. Maybe this evening would be even better than expected.

The evening meal was not quite ready when I arrived home and I decided to chat to Sophie straight away before I chickened out. Doubt was still raging in my mind and embarrassment came a close second. But after a day at work mulling things over my brain was in my cock and my doubts were up against very stiff opposition.

When I got to her room Sophie was laid on her bed watching TV – which is what she often did after a hard day studying. She hadn’t changed from her college clothes and Sally knew from when we first met that her wearing a cheap white blouse and short grey skirt been a turn-on for me. That, matched with my first shaving of Sally’s teenage pubes, not long after I had met her, had put us both in the mood for fun many years ago. Was this also a plan hatched out between them so that I wouldn’t back out?

Awkwardly, I opened the conversation but Sally must have already spoken to Sophie, for as soon as I asked her (nervously for me) to show me she stood up, hiked her skirt up and (nervously for her) slowly pulled down her white panties. As soon as she had lifted her skirt I could see the problem – lots of hair poking out of her white panties. By the time her panties were down to her knees the mass of curly dark brown hair admittedly looked a right mess. Sophie let her panties fall to the floor, kicked them off and stood before me with her skirt still lifted up.

“OK,” I said, my cock making the decision for me, “I agree, it’s a problem. I’ll shave you just this once but no-one else must know.”

As dinner would be a further 20 minutes I suggested I begin the trimming and went off to find some scissors. When I returned Sophie was laid on the bed with her skirt lying on the floor. I knelt at the side of her and began a scissor trim of the offending pubes. They were rather coarse and springy and smelled divinely of girl juice mixed with sweat and pee. Remembering how sensitive her mother had been right at the top of her mound I let my fingers accidentally tickle there whilst I trimmed just underneath.

“Da…ad” said Sophie, giggling “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” I replied, “I didn’t know you were ticklish there. I’ll trim further down.”

I was acutely aware that my cock was bulging awkwardly in my trousers and this was made worse by the wonderful girly-smell drifting incessantly into my nostrils. Then Sophie began to flinch a little and I realised the blunt scissors were pulling at the mass of hair. I slowed right down, just taking the top off. Then Sally called up that the meal was ready so I ran my finger along and around Sophie’s groove and brushed the hair off gently, knowing that would leave enough of that dirty sweaty juice on my finger to sneakily sniff. Sophie shivered but said nothing. This would be fun.

“OK,” I said “I’ll start again after dinner.” And I left Sophie to get dressed.

All through dinner I kept wondering if Sophie was sat there without any panties on. She kept putting her hand down below, maybe to brush off an odd hair that was tickling and this kept me hard during much of the meal.

After we’d finished, just as I was about to go upstairs I asked Sally if there was a better pair of scissors, sharper so as not to pull Sophie’s sensitive skin.

“Why don’t you try that old trimmer? It’s in our bedroom.”

I knew exactly what she meant. I found it and took it through to Sophie’s room.

“I could use this,” I said, “It’s a bit noisy but it won’t pull your hair like the scissors.”

Sophie seemed happy and removed her skirt then laid on the bed – she hadn’t had any panties on throughout dinner! I found an old towel and put it under her. The trimmer was indeed noisy and vibrated quite a bit. Sally loved it and I was sure Sophie would too.

After just a couple of minutes she giggled, “Da…….ad,” she said “That kinda tickles too.”

“I’m sorry. It’s a bit old. I’ll use the scissors.”

Sophie was quick to reply. “No, it’s OK. I don’t mind it. You can use it some more.”

I took my time again for the aroma was marvellous – less pee now the bulk of the hair had gone. Sweat, just a touch of pee, oozes of sexual dribble as panties rubbed sensitive skin, the pressure of bicycle saddle cihangir escort massaging, persuading and insistantly having combined the different bodily fluids into one divine nectar. Why oh why couldn’t some young, bright entrepreneur bottle it?

As I ran the trimmer unnecessarily down her groove I heard Sophie let out a little gasp and involuntarily open her legs wider. I chastised myself for using the trimmer as a vibrator.

“It’s a little bit awkward here,” I said, “I’d better go a bit slower. Is that OK?” I wanted to drag out the time as much as possible.

“Mmmm yes,” said Sophie rather slowly.

I started again, this time purposely letting the trimmer vibrate against Sophie’s groove and her legs opened even wider to let me move the trimmer further down. I could easily see now the treasure that lay beneath that offending spoil-sport hair, that valley of pleasure, that area of unbelievable interest to me and to much of the male population. Now she had her eyes shut, an intense look on her face. She shivered several more times. I slowed down even more, letting Sophie enjoy the vibrations from that old trimmer, purposely moving the trimmer up and down time and time again over and around that sweet spot that every female has.

Eventually I had removed as much hair as I could, leaving the remains to shave off with the razor.

A dry razor in hand and just a little talc, I started to shave away the remaing hair from her mound, leaving Sophie’s perfect unblemished and silky smooth skin. Almost without thinking, I started to gently stroke the edge of her valley.

“Da……….ad,” said Sophie.

“Sorry sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking. Mum really likes that. I forgot ………”

“Oh, it’s ok dad, it just feels funny. I’m not sure ….”

“Ok,” I offered, you can tell me to stop anytime you want. I just thought you might …” I paused. “Surely your boyfriends …..?”

Sophie was silent. Of course, maybe the hair embarrassed her. Many male friends. Few lasted more than 2 or 3 weeks – tried groping her boobs, wanted a hand job? I didn’t know. I didn’t speak again.

I started to shave lower down then returned a few minutes later to what I was doing before. This time Sophie said nothing. I watched her face as I gently ran my finger along her groove. She had an intense look, her breathing came a little faster, her lips opened slightly and she let out a very contented murmer “Mmmmmm.” Her teenage skin, like her mother at that age, was still ultra sensitive. I was aware that gradually her legs were opening again allowing my finger further slowly move downward. Slowly, all so very slowly so not to alarm her I dared my finger to go further and further down, always allowing her to refuse my touch. I could sense more moisture beginning to flow out of her. Her soft pussy lips were swelling from the constant but very gentle arousal. A new fresher aroma was inviting and pleasing to my nostrils. It was very, very arousing both for her and me.

I stopped abruptly. The little devil on my right shoulder was being hassled by the good guy on the left. Guilty pangs hit me hard. I went back to shaving the last few traces of Sophie’s unruly bush until all was finished. I told Sophie I’d clean her off with a cloth. I did this very gently, just touching her skin lightly then finished, as I always did with Sally, with a kiss on her smooth pussy lips.

“Da……….ad,” said Sophie, but no more. I kissed there again, stood back and admired my handiwork. I wish I could have stayed there all evening looking at what now was, in my opinion, the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen; puffy mound, small dimple, long deep valley, the makings of lips that would surely be stretched and altered when Sophie, in the future, had her first baby.

Would I have liked my engorged throbbing cock to penetrate her? No! Definitely not. Pleasing, teasing, arousing my daughter was thrill enough alone. I never had and I never will have any desire to progress further. And Sally knew that every bit as much as I did.

The good guy on my left shoulder had won. I went downstairs to Sally leaving Sophie alone. She knew how to relieve the sexual tension within her. She knew. I’d heard her in her room several times in the past and I knew too well how she could pleasure herself. One particular time I remember well, 3 or 4 years earlier, she had a spat with one particular boy who she liked a lot and she came back from the disco in a real foul mood, went straight up to her room and switched the TV on loud. Don’t teenagers know how to shut doors? Often every door in the house got left that way after a particular teeenage tantrum.

I remember I’d gone up a short while after to the bathroom. The TV volume had been turned down in Sophie’s room and I could just hear some ‘mmmmmm’s’ and gasps in her breathing. I don’t think Sophie was aware that her door was open quite a bit. I could see she was laid on her bed, jeans down, legs slightly apart and mecidiyeköy escort her hand inside her panties, moving very slowly. She had pulled her bra and sweat top up and seemed to be pulling at or pinching her left nipple. Every move her hands and fingers made, whether rubbing or pinching, seemed to bring forth a murmer or small gasp. I stood frozen, unable to look away, feared of moving and making a floorboard creak. I must have been stood a good 5, maybe 10 minutes as her actions got gradually faster. I could have sworn she purposely tried to pull and pinch her nipple to hurt herself, as if the hurt and the pain enhanced her arousal. Then she would switch hands nipping, pulling and hurting the other nipple. Finally there was a loud moan, a contented sigh as she climaxed, her whole body shivering and shaking

Following Sophie’s close shave and my abandoned attempt to masturbate her nothing more was said. Nothing at all except for Sally thanking me for helping out.

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The holiday came and went. Ibiza was a little too much for Sophie. She is a naturally shy girl but with plenty of friends and she was perfectly capable of having good time. Sun – ok, sand – ok, sea -ok, sex – maybe not. But she had obviously liked the drinking and sunbathing.

Over the next couple of weeks I kept finding different panties in my jacket pocket, even neatly wrapped in cling film to preserve the moisture and scent. Sally’s thoughtful appreciation of a deed done? I don’t know.

A week or two after that one evening I was watching TV when, nervously, Sophie came in to the room. Sat on my lap, kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around me.

“Dad,” said Sophie, slowly, “Will you get rid of my hair again? Please.”

It was early evening and Sally was out. I noticed that Sophie still had her college stuff on but without a bra underneath her shirt. The top three buttons were undone and there was a distinct smell of cheap but quite acceptable perfume. Without a bra and with her arm around me her breasts felt soft against me. I had told Sophie I would only shave her the one time, but again my cock disagreed with my initial intent.

We went up to Sophie’s room. I didn’t get the old trimmer, just my razor. Without asking, Sophie laid on her bed, removed her skirt, pulled her panties down and threw them on the floor. I was surprised that her hair had grown so quickly as there was already quite a lot obscuring her vee. As I got closer to her that familiar smell wafted over to my nose. Some may think it was dirty, repulsive even, but that sweaty pee-tainted aroma mixed in with Sophie’s natural sexual odour was very arousing. Even sat here five years later typing this story, I can vividly recall the sight, the scent and the arousal.

I could feel myself being to firm up, just the sight and smell of Sophie’s hairy cunt was working my natural male responses. I began to use the razor on Sophie’s pubes. Perhaps my fault that it tugged a little – I wasn’t using a fresh disposable. I could feel Sophie flinch.

“Dad. That razor is tugging at my hair. It’s hurting. C…c..can you use that other. You know. Please.”

I went through to our bedroom. Again the same routine. I really took my time with the trimmer, allowing the noisy vibrations to enhance Sophie’s mood. Up and down, dwelling on the places I knew would feel the best. Stopping when I thought Sophie was getting over aroused.

Pubes almost gone I could again see Sophie’s mound, her pubis, her vulva very clearly. I got a new triple blade razor this time, soap and water. Starting at the very top I very slowly, very painstakingly shaved the remaining stubble. Pressing firmly at first then tracing over the area again and again in soft, light strokes. Using plenty of water and soap I wanted my razor to arouse, to make love to Sophie’s tender teenage skin. Little by little, very very slowly I made my way down. Almost all the time that I was patiently teasing her sensitive skin Sophie had her eyes closed, savouring every touch, every tickle. Finally I had the last bit of stubble removed, got the cloth again and tenderly dried the whole area.

As before I kissed that beautifully erotic and arousing part of Sophie’s body, the part where she would hopefully enjoy much more pleasure in the months and years to come. Starting at her belly button I worked my way down every gorgeous square inch, raining more and more kisses there.

Sophie never moved, never said anything. Her legs were apart giving me total and unconditional access to kiss wherever I pleased. My conscience had given up the battle of arguing good and bad with me. No little figures on my right or left shoulder. All I wanted to do was to give my daughter ultimate pleasure. Something she would never forget, nor I.

I ran my fingernail down that secret, sensitive groove. Again no objection from Sophie. Perhaps she might think I would abandon her again, leave her unfulfilled, unsatified. Tracing my finger further down I sought Sophie’s own lubrication and found it in abundance. Coating my finger well with that precious fluid I repeated the path my finger had made before, replenishing the lubrication often and increasing the pressure until I finally reached the part where her clit was awaiting its turn for attention. I gave it a little to satisfy it temporarily.

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Aiden’s Descent to Snow Warrior

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The wind blew softly through the trees and Leslie knew she should just turn right around and go home but driving north to the site was an endless temptation. It had been three weeks since the last email about the ancient burial mound and then absolutely nothing. Well Leslie might be a research assistant but she wasn’t stupid or lazy. Something wasn’t right and she was going to find out.

The small city outside of the burial site was practically deserted and looked like the scene of a movie, make that a horror movie. Leslie wasn’t deterred though so in she went to the hotel. Checking in she made no mention of working for Northern Croft University but said she was traveling.

The hotel room was remarkably bland and boring with absolutely nothing to recommend it aside from a claw foot tub. The tub was amazing and had a nice selection of bath bombs and sinking into the tub Leslie’s hands drifted down to her pussy where she gently touched herself as the water cooled. Wrapping in a towel and thoroughly relaxed Leslie laid down in the warm bed and feel asleep.

The wind outside howled and had the thick 80s style curtains not blocked the windows Leslie would have seen the glow of two piercing blood red eyes peering into her window.

The next day Leslie ate pancakes and bacon and drove out to the site. The mound had steps leading down into it and then a door with inscriptions carved into it. Leslie couldn’t read the Northern Wind People’s writings but it was an ancient burial mound with very little that could possibly affect her today. Venturing in she turned on her flashlight and began looking around. A large altar with a fire pit and then well the flashlight went out.

Shaking the flashlight and cursing Leslie began edging towards the doorway only to bump into a large cold figure. Turning Leslie saw the red glowing eyes and the smile curving his devastatingly handsome thick lips. Trying to pull away Leslie realized he had her firmly in his arms and was carrying her to the altar. He smiled at her and then blew into her eyes and for a few minutes she couldn’t see and in those terrible minutes he hoisted her up and placed her on the stone altar. Chaining her arms above her head and her feet spread open.

Leslie trembled and began to cry with her eyes glued shut with what felt like ice. Thoughts racing she realized it was a snow warrior and in that instant she began to worry he would drain her dry and take her eyes.

Unable to see she would have been even more worried had she seen what the snow warrior was doing. He lit the ceremonial fire and then leaned down to her and spoke in his ancient language to her. He carefully looked at all the implements first examining the brands and then the other tools. Carefully he sliced her clothes off and then looked down at her large nipples and soft folds. He gently used his fingers to spread her vaginal lips apart and looked at her clitoris which he rubbed until it stood firmly erect. Quietly he selected a cruel dragon shaped iron tool with a thin and fine diamond tip where a tooth should be for piercing flesh embedded in the iron dragon’s mouth. After warming the diamond for the piercing he watched it gleam in the light before turning back to Leslie. Gently between his fingers he rubbed her clitoris and then sucked until Leslie felt the edge of bliss rising in a wave. When her body was utterly excited from his touch he slipped her clit into the dragon’s mouth pushing it down around her flesh and pressed its gaping jaws shut, piercing Leslie’s tenderest part. As pain swept over Leslie when she thought she would orgasm tears streaked down her cheeks.

The snow warrior then placed a ring through her clitoris so that Leslie would be known as a slave to the Snow Warriors. For each slave bore a mark of some kind to mark their service and being spared a terrible death.

“So you would like to serve me and live?” asked the snow warrior with white hair and blood red eyes as he looked at Leslie.

“Yes please. Who are you?” Leslie begged softly still crying from her pierced flesh.

“I am Akar Lord of the Northern Sky taker of blood.” he said looking at Leslie’s weeping flesh.

“But how will I serve you?” Leslie asked thinking at that it was a stupid question.

Smiling he moved his hand down and touched Leslie’s soft breasts and thick nipples.

As she laid on the hard stone she felt suddenly quite foolish.

“My younger brother has three days left before his heart freezes to become a Snow Warrior. On finding a mate his heart would not be frozen and he would not lose the warmth that makes him who he is. Half angel and half demon the demon part rises at age 20 overshadowing who he would have become. A mate can restore the angel half but not entirely. You will be his last before his demon half rises and we will let him determine your fates.”

Swallowing Leslie began to cry as her eyes opened relieved that she somehow still had her eyes. The snow warrior locked feriköy escort a thick silver neck collar around her neck and a chain hooked to the ring in her clitoris. Taking the cuffs off her wrists and freeing her ankles he pulled at the chain till Leslie walked after him. Utterly naked she shivered in the cold not that he noticed.

Drawing her into his arms they slipped into a dark portal that resembled standing water and somehow traveled to another place. The air ripped out of her lungs as they went and the wind chilled her to the bone. Leslie thought she would never be warm again as the ice seemed like it touched everything and colors whirled past her. Finally they hit bone crunching stop and they stood at the entrance to another portal. A village of sorts surrounded the black water portal.

The village was full of small houses and shops that should have been full of people and flowers. Instead it was iced over and coated in snow all over the cement the trees clawing the skies. Akar forced her to walk to a small house and in they went. All remnants of human occupation long gone and filled with all the things the snow warriors deemed important.

A beautiful young man came forward and looked at Akar with a smile on his face. Gentle blue eyes graced his face and soft downy blond hair. He smiled warmly at Akar and asked him “where have you been I’ve only three days left and I wanted to spend them with you while I still feel the warmth of love in my heart.”

Akar grimly looked at his brother and said “I found you one last human and you must at least try one last time.”

“I’ve lost the desire to try I’m becoming resigned to this time but at least tell me her name.”

“I didn’t ask because she is nothing if she is not yours.”Akar answered bemused that his brother would be so naive.

“What then is your name? I am Aiden.”

“My name is Leslie and please find it in your heart to let me go.” Leslie begged with more nerve than before.

“No and you will bear the whip if you attempt to leave.” Akar answered cruelly pulling on the chain he kept in his grasp.

“I will take her with gratitude my brother.” Aiden said as he held his hand out for the chain between Leslie’s legs.

Akar smiled a nasty awful smile and handed the chain to Aiden but turned to Leslie and said “you may find warmth and mercy with my brother today and in the next three days. Yet on his turning you will meet a different fate and punishment will not be far from your flesh.”

Walking out the door Leslie thought quietly thank goodness he was gone. Aiden looked at Leslie with his blue as the sky eyes and his soft blond hair. Slowly he pulled her closer til she stood within his arms and he ran his hands down her spine cupping her full bottom.

“I would free you but they would assume you escaped and you would face a public whipping at the least so I am afraid you must stay with me. My brother clearly desires to see you punished and he likes such things. I would take the ring from you he uses but to do so would insult him if I were not your mate. You may come to my sleep chamber but I warn you the freezing of my heart begins and it is a fearsome change. I will not be the same man I am and have been for all the years of my life thus far.”

So Leslie followed Aiden to his sleep chamber noting his golden armor that he wore and the beautiful smile. His perfect white teeth and blue eyes were utterly striking to her. He gave her some soft white linen to wear it was very much like a white shift but it covered her. There was only one bed and so that night they laid and much to her surprise he did not attempt to touch her in any way.

Yet in the middle of the night Aiden began to thrash in his bed and Leslie with her auburn hair and green eyes could not help but wake up. His body burned with fever and he thrashed in the bed and moaned as if in terrible pain. Looking closer Leslie saw he cried tears of blood red. When he screamed in pain his mouth had drops of blood seeping out and his perfect white teeth two fell out of his mouth.

In its place a sharp black fang slid down into place. Waking up completely Aiden looked at Leslie and worse yet her soft white neck and then holding her in place pulled her into his embrace. Right before he sunk his newly formed fangs into her for her blood.

Much to her surprise Leslie felt a heaviness in her breasts and a warmth between her legs. Gently he laid her on her back and kissed her. A soft and tender kiss that stole her breath away. He gently moved her shift away but realizing his intent Leslie cried out and begged him to stop. Aiden did stop but looked at her and said. “Please it will be so much worse if this continues and if you are my mate. It will mean I am utterly cruel at times and I would spare both of us.”

“No but I want to get to know you first and form a relationship before we have any sexual relationship you won’t respect me gülbağ escort if we proceed.” Leslie begged still very much afraid of what she’d seen.

Walking out the door Aiden went and was gone the entire day having told Leslie not to leave the cottage due to none having claimed her and her status undetermined.

As the sun began to set Aiden returned and a wild party began outside. Pulling the curtains Aiden forbade Leslie from looking outside to the wildness of the dark party. That night they again slept but before going to sleep Aiden asked if they could see if they were to be mates.

“No I don’t think that is a good idea.” Leslie stated thinking to herself surely the worst was over.

Drifting off to sleep Leslie felt warm and safe in Aiden’s arms. In the middle of the night she felt uncomfortably warm and then realized he was burning up again. Turning she saw tears of blood seeping from his eyes and suddenly it hit her…he was indeed transforming into a snow warrior. Jumping up she tried to get away from him but his long arms snaked out and grabbed her. Holding her tight he pulled her close rolling on top of her.

The burning heat and something else in his eyes stopped Leslie from her objections. He slipped his leg between hers and then she felt his thick hard girth. His penis as thick as a baseball bat and nearly as long. He pushed into her warm center and it burnt having him inside of her and her barely able to move his thick girth impaling her so tightly. Mewling Leslie began to rub against him and the ring in her clitoris began to tingle as it began to vibrate. Unable to help herself Leslie pulled him closer and rubbed her breasts against his warm chest. The heat from his body burned into hers a warmth like she’d never known. As he came inside of her she looked up and found herself face to face with a man who had changed in part into a demon. His beautiful blue eyes remained but in his mouth were huge black fangs. Trembling Leslie tried to pull away but he pulled her close and sunk his enormous black fangs straight into her soft tender flesh drinking her blood until she drifted into a haze.

The scent of roses drifted in the air and as Leslie’s mind cleared she realized she was lying in Aiden’s arms in the square of the village. A white velvet blanket covered her and looking up into his beautiful blue sky eyes she felt a warmth spread through her. He held her gently in his arms and his brother stood before them looking at them both.

“You are saved from your demon half emerging completely yet you are still not the man you were. Your fangs have cut through and you no longer can live on food and drink but must take blood to live. How is this so when you have your mate and could have been more of an angel than a demon?” Akar demanded.

“We did not lay together until the second night and thus I was saved the full transformation into darkness.” Aiden admitted.

“Yet you had her in your bed on the first night.” Akar stated his eyes burning holes into Leslie’s flesh.

“True but I did not take that which was not freely given.” Aiden stated holding Leslie more firmly still in his arms.

“So you did not want or she did not accept you?” Akar pressed as the rest of the Snow Warrior Hoard stood behind him glaring at Leslie.

“She did not accept me the first night and yes she is my mate so her punishment is mine to give or to forgive.”

“Forgive?!!!!” roared Akar. “Your heart would be turned to ice and your blood would have ice crystals ripping into your veins. She did not spare you the pain and you would spare her?”

“It is my choice, is it not?” Aiden asked firmly as he stroked his soft mate.

“As the head of this village I order you to sentence her to punishment or if you are blinded by your love for her I will chose for you.” Akar held a huge wooden staff with what to Leslie’s eyes looked like demons carved into wood each having eyes that somehow seemed alive. They were in fact living eyes

Whimpering she clung tighter to Aiden as the snow warriors behind his brother roared in agreement with his brother.

Aiden looked down sadly at her and stroked her soft auburn hair. She meant so much to him and yet they had to live in the village of the snow warriors. It would be difficult to see her punished publicly but in his warm beating heart Aiden knew his brother spoke the truth. The darkness warred with the light and one more warrior saved and redeemed by love to stop the tide of darkness mattered much. She trustingly rubbed her cheek against the hard muscles of his chest.

“Alright my brother you speak the truth. You may punish my mate as you deem fit for the 12 hours that are the night. I can not watch nor will I bear witness of her punishment but I ask that you return her to me in 12 hours. She is my mate and after her punishment will be regarded as such by all. Tonight I do agree she will not obtain her mate status until her kağıthane escort punishment is meted out and you may deem her status until she is returned to me.” Aiden stated as he was looking down at the soft woman gathered in his arms.

Leslie shivered in fear and began to tremble as she heard what Aiden said.

“No please Aiden.” She begged him.

“Don’t shame me with your begging for mercy before my brother and the snow warriors. They will think me weak if I do not abide by our laws.” Aiden harshly whispered in her ear.

“You will be returned to me in 12 hours at the dawn and be my beloved mate. I will keep you safe from that time onward.” He assured her gently.

Firmly Aiden gathered her in his arms and moved towards the center of the village and the pillory with cuffs for arms and legs. Held tightly in his arms he lowered her into the terrible pillory kissing her as he locked her arms in the iron cuffs and then her legs. Tears streamed down Leslie’s face as Aiden removed the white velvet blanket covering her naked body for all to see.

Aiden turned his back on her and turned and walked back to what would become their cottage and it was the loudest noise Leslie had ever heard when he closed the door to his home. She hoped he would relent but watching him turn and walk away and enter his home, watching as he closed the door she felt like she’d been abandoned.

Akar waited until his beloved brother was in his home before turning to mete judgment on Leslie.

“Now you will bear 12 hours of punishment for you condemned my brother Aiden to an eternity of drinking blood, a lifetime and beyond of drinking from the souls of man. Condemned to walk in darkness after his body drinks his weight in blood. You vile ignorant human truly you deserve punishment most severe and if you were not his mate I would set you as a prize during the birthday blood hunt. My brother should not have had to partake in that but now he must suffer an eternal thirst for blood. Tonight your status is village whore and all may partake of you in any fashion they prefer after they pay me by using this leather whip upon your flesh at least 10 times.”

Leslie began to tremble and would have fallen to her knees if her neck and arms weren’t held in place by the pillory. The first snow warrior walked up to the pillory and began touching the ring attached to her clitoris and it began to vibrate. Then picking up the whip he rubbed the whip over her anus and bottom. She barely heard the whistle as the whip flew through the air and burned into her flesh. Over and over again she felt the fire of the whip stinging into her flesh. Just when she thought it would not end she felt a hand stroking her bottom and then what she thought was an ice pick penetrating deep into her tender warmth. It was his thick hard penis but it was about as warm as a block of ice inside of her and her flesh tightened in response to the chill inside of her. When he finally came the cold semen coated her in what felt like burning cold shards of ice. Pulling out he slapped her red punished behind and another snow warrior picked up the whip.

The snow warrior that stood before her was a young man with violet hair and blood red eyes recently turned and the anger in his eyes burned into her. Gingerly he lifted the whip and rubbed it over her tender breasts carefully massaging her nipples til they tightened. Leslie closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of having her nipples massaged. Seeing her relaxed into his touch the snow warrior let the whip fly and the sides of her breasts burned from the pain. Over and over he whipped her on her behind and then he stopped and gently spread her vaginal lips for his icy burning penetration.

Leslie thought she would never survive 10 more hours of punishment but there before her stood Adak and in his hand a large cup of what she thought was wine. Tipping her chin up he forced her to drink the thick red liquid and Leslie’s mind was hazed from pain and pleasure so she willing drank every red drop. As she finished he smiled and said “Enjoying the snow warrior blood my brother sent to give to you so you survive?”

The thick liquid gave her strength and yet within two hours again Leslie felt on the verge of passing out from the pain on her breasts and bottom. The ache between her legs was endless and she wanted so badly to be fucked and brought to pleasure. Yet none of the men that used her let her come with their cold hard penises.

Looking at her soft body Akar smiled and decided to give her more snow warrior blood so she endured the terrible night. Leslie’s head spun as she drank more from the golden encrusted cup Akar forced into her mouth. Her thoughts were muddled and it seemed like she had been in the stocks for ages on end. The pain between her legs and on her thighs seemed to be an endless fire the only warmth her body felt. The cold icy cum between her legs dripped down and her iron will seemed like it was melting as she drank the thick red liquid.

“My brother must truly love you to give so much blood for you. You do know the third time you drink my brother’s blood you will be unable to deny him anything. His to do with what he wishes.” Akar said as he gave her the second cup of his brother’s warm snow warrior blood.

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Caught in Her Panties Ch. 03

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As we walk down the street I wink at some of the men walking past us. Alex and Mary giggle as they see the men checking me out. I even smile at the women too.

“You are such a tease Krystal!” Alex says noticing some of the women blush as I check them out.

We find a nice sidewalk coffee shop and take out seats. As I sit, I feel someone smack my ass. I jump and turn around. Standing behind me is a tall man in his late twenties. He is maybe two inches taller than me. He steps closer into me and our bodies just barely touch. Alex and Mary stare at me waiting to see what I was going to do.

“You are gorgeous. How about a kiss sweetheart?” The man says to me. He puts a hand under my chin and lifts my face towards him. I blush slightly and turn my head away from him. I may dress like a girl, but I wasn’t going to kiss a guy.

“Oh come on Krystal,” Alex edges me on. “He gave you a compliment. You can repay him with a peck on the lips!”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see my wife edge closer to get a better look. A huge smile on her face as she hopes to see my first gay kiss. The man pulls my chin back towards him very lightly. My heart was racing with anticipation. Was I ready to take this step? Just as I pull away, I feel a hand on my back pushing me forward. I stumble and fall into the arms of this man. Our lips meet in a deep kiss. Slowly I pull back and look into his eyes.

I bite my lip gently before I wrap my arms around him and pull myself closer. His tongue pressing its way into my mouth. I part my lips enough for the stranger to invade my mouth. I flick my tongue back against his. I can feel a bulge in his pants as he pulls me in closer. We make out for another few minutes until I finally break away.

I look up into his eyes, my face bright red, my breathing heavy. The man winks at me, grabs my ass tightly and walks away. I stand there stunned as I watch him walk away. I finally turn and notice the two women just staring at me, mouths open with astonishment.

“I was expecting small peck, just a tease,” Mary says. “But that…”

“Was hot!” Alex says loudly.

I sit down at the table. I try to speak but no words come out. I can’t believe I just made out with a strange man on the street. I have never kissed a guy before. My heart was still racing and my cock was fighting against the cage as it tried to get hard.

“You really do enjoy being a woman don’t you?” Mary asks me.

“I don’t know what happened, I was pulling away when,” I start to say. “I felt someone push me forward. I just lost my balance and well, you saw the rest.”

“Yeah sorry about that Krystal.” Alex says to me. “I just really wanted to see that!”

I turn and look at my wife. She just smiles at me. I couldn’t tell if she enjoyed it or not. I know I did. I wanted more.

I bring my fingers to my lips as I recall my first gay kiss. A smile stretches across my face. Mary and Alex look at each other. Alex speaks to Mary, “I can’t wait until later tonight. I plan on seeing more of that!”

We order our coffee and spend the next few minutes talking. Once we finish our coffee, we stand and walk down the street. For the next hour or so we just explore the city a little bit. I continue to flirt with all the men and women passing by. Some try to get our numbers. We just laugh and continue on. At one point we stop and sit on a bench at a small park.

“Did you enjoy making out with that guy?” Alex asks me.

I shrug. “I don’t know. It was kinda hot, but I think it was just because I got caught up in the moment.”

“If the moment happens again,” Mary cuts in, “Would you do it again?”

A smile crosses my face as I remember the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. “Maybe. It depends on how I feel when it happens. Did you enjoy watching that?”

“Hell yeah I did!” exclaims Mary. “It was fucking sexy!” She leans over to me, grabs my cheek and plants a big kiss on me. We exchange a few kisses before breaking away.

As I pull away from my wife, I notice a few young guys standing there, mouths wide open. I smile at them before saying, “Move along boys. You can’t handle us!” The three of us burst into laughter.

We finally stand and make our way back to our car.

As we enter the parking garage we walk past three men standing outside their car. They instantly notice us and one whistles. Alex waves to them playfully and blows them a kiss. Mary giggles as we make our way to the next level of the parking garage. As we walk closer to the jeep, the men from the lower level walk up behind us.

“Hey baby,” one calls out. All three us of turn to face them. “Which one of you would like to have some fun with my friend here?” He pushes one of the men forward. This guy was about six foot, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds, very athletic looking. “It is his birthday and I promised him something he wouldn’t forget!”

Mary looks at me and pushes me forward. “Oh I don’t know…” I respond to being volunteered.

“Go bebek escort on Krystal,” Mary says to me. “Give the nice man something to remember you by. Maybe a nice handjob?”

The man walks towards me. I step back into the hood of the jeep as he gets closer. Alex and Mary step aside to get a good view of what was to happen. The athletic man presses into me and I can smell alcohol on his breath.

“My name is Mark,” He says bringing his lips just an inch from mine. “I promise you will enjoy it!”

My heart starts to race as Mark presses his body against mine pinning me against the car. His hand runs gently down my arm and around to my back. He firmly grabs my ass and pulls me even closer to him. I can hear Mark’s friends in the distance cheering him on. My body shakes slightly from being nervous. I close my eyes, tilt my head and press my lips to his very lightly. Marks breath increases as he takes my lips on his. We exchange a few kisses before he inserts his tongue into my mouth.

Losing control of myself, I lean back into the hood of the jeep pulling him towards me. One of Mark’s hands is around my lower back pulling my hips into his. I can feel the firmness of his cock against my leg. His other hand creeps up the back of my skirt and rests on my ass. He grabs my cheek firmly. Both my hands rest on the front of his waist just above the belt.

I don’t know what got into me, but I started to slip one hand down under the belt and into his pants. I wasn’t in control of my body as my hand grabbed his hard cock. Feeling my hand on his cock, Mark pushes his tongue farther into my mouth. I can hear the breath of shock from my wife as she watches me make out with this guy. I can’t tell if she can see my hand down his pants, but it didn’t matter.

As I stand here, my first time dressed as a women, being pressed against the hood of my wife’s car by a strange man and rubbing his cock, my own cock fights to try and break free of the cage it is in. Mark’s knees start to buckle as he starts to shoot cum all over my hand and in his pants. Finally he breaks away from the kiss and I pull my hand from his pants. My breathing very deep and fast. I lean forward trying to meet his lips again, but he just walks away without saying a word. The group of men head back down to their car.

“Oh my god Krystal!” Alex yells as her and my wife walk back towards me. “You are such a slut! Your makeup is all messed up now. And look at your hand! It is dripping with cum!”

“That was so sexy!” Mary chimes in. She grabs my cum soaked hand and brings it up to my face. “You need to clean yourself up. No way I am letting you into my car like this!” She presses my palm to my lips and I instantly start to lick the cum from my hand. Slowly I suck my fingers clean and swallow cum.

Alex and Mary touched up my make up before we got into the jeep. Mary drives out of the parking garage and heads back towards the apartment. When we arrive at the apartment, we all exit the vehicle and walk back inside.

“We have fifteen minutes to change,” Alex says walking back into her bedroom.

“What happens in fifteen minutes?” I ask as I follow.

“That is when my friends come to pick us up! We are going to the mall for a few hours.”

Mary then hands me my next outfit to put on. My new shirt is a bright red, really tight and a spaghetti strap. It isn’t cut low enough to show anyone my fake tits, but it does show a good amout skin. Once again it ends just at my waist. My pants are super skinny jeans. They form to every curve of my body. If my cock wasn’t taped back between my legs, it would be obvious I was gay. Alex hands me a pair of open toe flats for my feet. Once dressed, Mary hands me a brush for my hair. Thankfully the wig was secured enough that it didn’t move as I get the knots from the wind out of it.

Alex has on a long flowing blue dress with some high heels. My wife has on a white skirt that ends just below her knees, a light blue top that shows a ton of cleavage and sandals.

Just as we all finish dressing, the doorbell rings. As we leave the bedroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. I couldn’t believe how good I looked as a woman. If I saw a picture of the reflection, I would assume she was definitely female. Mary and I follow Alex out of the apartment. Once outside, Alex introduces everyone.

“Ok,” Alex starts. “This is James, Zach and Amber.” Alex points as she introduces them to us. James is an average height guy with a little heavier weight build, partially muscle, and black hair. Zack is my height, maybe a hundred ninety pounds of solid muscle, chin length brown hair. Amber is a tiny pretty girl about Mary’s height and build, she has long blonde hair and large breasts. They were all close to the same age as us.

Alex turns to face Mary and myself. “This is my new bestie Mary. And that is Krystal, Mary’s uh…roommate!” We all smile and nod to each other.

“Are istanbul escort we ready to go?” Asks James.

“Lets do this!” Alex exclaims.

We all follow James to his truck. Upon seeing the vehicle, I get some questions. His truck only seats four. Two in the front and two in the small seat in the back. I didn’t like this at all. Not only was it not safe, I had an idea what Alex was up to.

“James and I are sitting up front,” Alex says as she walks to the passenger side. “Amber you and Mary sit together, how is up to you. Krystal, you should sit on Zack’s lap. I told him a lot about you and he would love to get to know you better!” I look at her sharply hoping that she didn’t tell him too much. Alex just winks at me and climbs into the truck.

We all take our seats in the small truck. In order for us to sit comfortably, I had to sit with my back against the door, hunched over with my face very close to Zacks. Amber was sitting on my wife in the same manner. As James starts to drive away, Zack leans closer to me bringing his lips to the edge of my ear.

“I am new to the area,” Zacks says. His lips brush my ear. I try to lean away but he just moves closer. “Just moved in with James.”

I just simply nod. I look over to my wife, who has this woman in her lap. I was hoping she would help get his attention off me. Amber and Mary are sitting very close together. They whisper and giggle to each other. Mary has her hand high on Amber’s thigh. Amber has both arms wrapped around the neck of my wife.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Zack continues to speak trying to charm me.

“No,” I respond firmly. I was not interested in this man, I couldn’t flat out say that. Alex would tell everyone here I am actually just a sissy. That couldn’t happen. I had to make Zack think I wasn’t interested.

Zack pulls me in close to him and continues to whisper into my ear. “Maybe you could show me around. We can have a lot of fun together.” He nibbles gently on my ear.

My body responds before I can stop it. My eyes close and I moan softly as pleasure shoots through my neck. Zack notices and moves his lips down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more access to my neck. He occasionally will nibble my neck teasing me. Why did I enjoy this so much? James’ truck hits a bump and it startles me. I come back to my senses and pull away from Zack.

I look up to see Amber and Mary making out very softly. I couldn’t believe what was happening here. My wife and Amber, making out in the back of a stranger’s truck while the third man today was trying to come onto me! Just as I was about to speak up to get my wife’s attention, James tells us all that we arrived at the mall. He pulls into a parking spot and we all exit the vehicle.

As we enter the mall, Alex falls back to my side. “That was something to see wasn’t it?” She says to me. “Seeing your wife make out with another woman, again.” I nod in agreement. “I assure you though, that was not the plan. That kiss was their own doing. Amber is a very charming women and has been known to seduce men very easily. I had no idea she played for both teams though.”

“What else do you have planned Alex” I ask her a bit annoyed. I look over to my wife who holds Ambers hand in hers as she struts through the mall.

“James asked me out a few days ago. But his friend just moved in and wanted to bring him along. He asked me if I knew anyone I could introduce him to. I was going to use your wife and make you very jealous. When Amber was a last minute addition, I decided to change things up a bit.” Alex nudges me a bit. “Relax sissy. You don’t have to actually do anything with Zack. I promised to introduce you, not set you up. How things progress from here is up to you!”

I take a deep breath of relief. I am very glad I am not being set up with Zack. I was still ashamed of my actions back in the parking garage earlier in the morning. I didn’t want anything else to happen that I would regret.

The next few hours, the six of us wander around the mall. In and out of different stores, purchasing new outfits and make-up. The whole time, Zack continues to make moves at me and each time I turn him down. His eagerness was flattering, but still useless. Mary and Amber would sometimes sneak off to the corner of a store and make out for a good amount of time. James and Alex are hitting it off well, holding hands as they walk the mall.

The group of us finally exit the mall and get back into James truck. We all take the same seats as before. Almost instantly, Mary and Amber dive right back into sucking on each others tongue. Zack continues to make advances at me.

“Krystal,” Zack says my name as he grabs my chin and pulls my face towards his. “I am not stupid, I can see that you love playing hard to get.” I try and turn away but he just holds my chin tighter. “I am going to make a bold move, it may be best for you to just go with it.” He then pulls my face to his and forces beyoğlu escort his tongue through my lips.

I pull away quickly and lean back against the door to get away from him. Zack just shifts his body and pulls my legs across him making me fall back into the door a bit more. He leans into me and goes back to kissing me. I have no where to go. Fighting against this was useless. Zack has me pinned against the door as his tongue flicks inside my mouth. Once again, my mind shuts off and my mouth responds to Zack’s tongue.

I return his kisses deeply. When his tongue enters my mouth, I suck on it gently teasing him. We both moan in pleasure as our tongues rub against each other. I was getting very turned on. I wanted more of this man. I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. My hand slowly wedges its way into his pants. Very slowly, I push my hand down towards his cock. Zack adjusts to allow me better access. Just as my hand touches the hard shaft, the door I am leaning against opens. I fall back, my head hanging out of the truck, pulling Zack down with me.

“Krystal!” Alex yells. “Get a room you slut!”

I shake my head as my mind slowly comes back to reality. My face fills with blood as a realize that I have been making out with this man the whole ride home. I can feel my own precum drip out from the cage that holds my cock. Zack lets me out from under him. I get out of the truck and walk towards the apartment without looking back.

I walk right by Mary and Amber. Those two are still going at it. Tongues deep down the throat of the other. Alex gives James a light kiss and they part ways. As Alex walks past the two kissing women, she taps Mary on the shoulder.

“Lets go Mary, you will see her later tonight!”

Mary and Amber fight against their desire and separate. Both women breathing heavy. Mary turns and walks into Alex’s apartment. Alex and I follow behind her.

“We are seeing them again?” I ask as we walk into the kitchen.

“Can’t wait to get Zack’s tongue back in your mouth sissy?” Mary asks in a playful tone.

“We are going to a club later tonight. I invited them to come.” Alex explains as she reaches for the phone. “But don’t worry Krystal, If you don’t want Zack, there will be plenty of others waiting to get a piece of you!” Alex laughs and dials a few numbers on the phone. She orders some pizza and soda.

Thirty minutes go by and the doorbell rings. The face on the pizza guy was priceless when I open the door. I stand there dressed in a sheer pink night gown. My black bra and panties can be seen through the fabric. I hand the young teen money and close the door behind me. Mary and Alex burst into laughter. The three of us eat the pizza over the next several minutes.

“Ok ladies,” Alex says as she stands from the table. “We need to shower and get ready for an amazing evening.” She walks away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Mary stands eager to see Alex naked again. I follow behind them quickly.

All three of us strip out of our clothes in the bedroom. Mary helps me take the wig off. I am the first to walk to the bathroom. As soon as I open the door, I feel two set of hands wrap around each arm. I am quickly pulled back and thrown onto a chair in the corner. The women stand in front of me.

“You have done far more than I could have hoped for today sissy,” Mary speaks to me.

“Making out with three different men,” Alex interrupts.

“Even giving one of them a hand job!” Mary cuts in.

“And being a proper lady, you licked the cum from your hand.” Alex says again.

“You earned what comes next.” Both women say together.

Mary drops to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me and says, “We are going to need you to become a man again.” She spreads my legs apart and gently removes the tape that holds my caged penis back. I cringe as there is a little pain. Next, Mary presses gently on the area where my balls are tucked into my abdomen and they drop out swiftly with no discomfort. She then leans in close and kisses the inside of my thigh just to the right of my cock.

“For now, you will remain caged until you are needed.” Mary says as she licks around the caged area. “I can’t have you get too excited and finish yourself off before I have my fun!”

“Enough teasing Mary,” Alex says. “He will have his turn. For now your attention belongs to me.” Alex grabs Mary by hair and pulls her to her feet. I can see pain shoot across Mary’s face. Alex, still holding onto my wife’s hair, walks to the bed. She forcefully throws Mary onto the bed by her hair.

Mary looks up at the tall woman shocked. “Take it easy Alex!” Mary yells rubbing her head.

“Shut the fuck up!” Alex yells back. “You are my bitch and you will do as I say.”

“Alex, we didn’t agree to this,” MAry protests as she tries to stand back up. “We were going to take it slow and put on a show!”

Alex slaps Mary across the face. “I don’t give a shit. You wanted my help with converting your husband into a full fledged sissy. I told you I would help for a price and now I am collecting!” She pushes my wife back down onto the bed. “You will address me as mistress while in this room! Understand?” Alex slaps Mary hard on the inner thigh.

Mary groans in pain. “Ye…yes.”

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My girlfriend Sarah likes to drink two or three Diet Cokes at lunchtime. Then she leaves it up to me to pick out a public place where she can void her bladder. Being bad like that excites her. It makes her want to fuck me. In my book that’s a win-win.

It’s weird how it’s worked out between us. Before we met I could never have envisioned myself becoming a piss-loving slave to a kinkster like Sarah. But now I’ve grown to love everything about watersports. The build-up of anticipation as she drinks a ton of fluids. The antsy feeling we get while driving to one of Sarah’s “events.” The adrenaline rush that comes from knowing that if we’re caught we’ll both end up in the hoosegow for “exhibiting prurient behavior.”

But all this pales in comparison to the super-charged eroticism we experience when the heavens open up and Sarah lets flow a torrent of pale-yellow pee that floods the streets and violates community standards.

Being in love with a dirty girl is nice work if you can get it, but it isn’t easy. Recently we chipped in for a video camera and a monitor because Sarah wanted to up the excitement level. Since then I’ve shot several surreptitious videos that she then had me post online. Not surprisingly, they were a hit.

I still remember – and get hard thinking about – the first video I shot. It shows Sarah squatting and pissing on the sidewalk right outside Macy’s in broad daylight while dozens of mall-cruising consumers pass by. We had already prepared ourselves for the possibility that some bluenose would take offense and call security. So Sarah hurriedly – but oh-so-sexily – pulled the crotch of her cut-off jeans aside and peed for what seemed like forever.

Though I was scared shitless about getting busted, witnessing this wanton act was thrilling to the max. And Sarah got what she wanted – a throng of disbelieving shoppers who stopped to gawk as if they were mesmerized by a shoe sale.

The whole episode, start to finish, made us so hot that after we hightailed it out of there Sarah made me stop for burgers – even though she wasn’t hungry. While I mangled a Double Whopper with cheese, she bit into two packets of industrial-strength mayonnaise and slathered my cock and balls with the greasy stuff. Then she gave me a double-fisted hand job right there in the middle of the busy lot while a grandma-type looked on in horror from the minivan parked next to us.

When I came I made a hell of a mess, but Sarah eagerly vacuumed all the cum and mayo into her mouth, swirled the vulgar cocktail around, then invited my mouth to a spit-swapping party. I have to say, the combination wasn’t as foul-tasting as I’d expected.

When we got home Sarah had another brainstorm. Why not make a video of her pissing on the deck of our second-floor apartment while the one I’d just shot at Macy’s played alongside on the monitor? After all, Sarah reasoned, the people who admired our work expected cutting-edge innovation, so why not give them a double-dose of pussy-pissing Sarah? As a titillating bonus – for us, at least – Sarah would be bottomless, spread-eagled, and clearly visible from the street.

You’d better believe that my answer to that was, “Fuck yes!” And though I don’t normally like to pat myself on the back, the resulting video was one of our better efforts. In fact, it got “gushing” reviews from the pissaholic posse that clicked onto our website.

A few days later it was my turn to brainstorm. I got the idea when Sarah, who was laid out naked on our futon, threw her legs up over her head so that I could watch her insert a tampon. With her ass pointed at the ceiling, a deviant fancy crept into my head.

“You have the prettiest asshole,” I said, letting my eyes devour the squinting, fully exposed aperture she was presenting.

“You should know,” Sarah said, spreading her sexy cheeks to give me a better look. “You’ve licked it, fingered it, fucked it…”

“Yes,” I interrupted. “But I haven’t pissed on it, have I?”

Sarah threw her legs down and sat up. She didn’t look pleased. “Did I ever tell you that you have the filthiest mind of any guy I’ve been with? What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t help myself,” I said, giving her a sheepish grin. “I’ve caught the pissing bug, thanks to you.”

“Uh-oh,” she said. “Baby got the urination fatih escort jones. Doctors say there’s no cure. You’re fucked.”

“So how put off by the idea are you?”

Sarah looked at me and frowned, but her eyes danced with dirty-girl mischief. “I think it’s a sick, twisted, perverted suggestion,” she said. Then she teased my ear with her tongue. “Let’s fucking do it!”

Boffo! Now the only question was, where could we get maximum exposure with minimal risk?”

Well, wouldn’t you know we’d end up back at the mall?

We parked between a community bank and the entrance to Sears under a magnificent, white-barked eucalyptus tree. As we sat back surveying the scene we killed off our second Coors Light tallboy.

“I almost forgot how beer goes right through me,” Sarah said, squeezing her thighs together.

“I love a woman who can’t hold her liquor,” I said.

We’d deliberately chosen a Saturday for the exposure, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the hive of activity that surrounded us. Bargain hunters were everywhere, busily strolling in and out of the parking lot, and I thought to myself: Dude. Hell of a plan you’ve come up with. Videotaping you and your girl getting your fetish on in full view of the Sarasota Mall.

But as usual the danger of being caught excited Sarah, and she started kneading my cock through my shorts.

“Not yet, not yet,” I said, pushing her hand away as I nervously scoped out the environment. On top of all the humanity lurking about, I knew that the mall was patrolled by a feeble force of yellow-jacketed rent-a-cops. But Sarah’s arousal was infecting me as well.

I groaned under her persistent touch. “Don’t you know that a guy with a hard-on can’t piss worth a damn? Besides, you’ll know when I’m ready to come, because we’ll be out in the parking lot, and you’ll be catching my ejac on your pretty face. That’s after I’ve peed all over your lovely backside, of course.”

“Oh really?” she said. Vocalizing my nasty intentions had spurred her to dip a hand underneath her short skirt and begin to play with her panty less crotch. “So you get to piss on me, and then you get to give me a facial. Sorry, dear, but Sarah needs a little something-something too.”

“Excuse me? Babe, I’ve brought the video camera, remember? You’re the star of this T-and-A production, not me. I’m just your humble, smut-loving servant.”

She stopped fingering her pussy and looked at me. “Okay, so you’re making me hot, lover boy. But something’s missing. Can you guess what it is?’

“I was never good at solving riddles.”

“Well, we’re partners, right? So whatever’s good for the goose. Get it?”

I shook my head no.

Sarah pierced me with her devilish green eyes. “Nobody leaves this parking lot,” she whispered, “until we’re both soaked in each other’s urine. Watersports is team sports.”

Damn. She’d blindsided me again. “Geez, I don’t know. How…?”

“Easy. I can work a goddamned video camera as well as you can. So we’ll do a point-of-view shoot. You film me while you’re pissing on my butthole, then I’ll film you as I fill up your mouth with my girl-pee.”

“My mouth?”

“Oh God, this is so exciting, isn’t it? Now remember, if we draw a crowd don’t forget to capture their reactions.”

I’d seen my share of pee porn, of course. Videos featuring smartly dressed “secretaries” and “business executives” drowning each other in warm piss. I have to admit that I get turned on by this scurrilous form of entertainment. I mean, where else can you watch gorgeous, accommodating women writhing around in piss-sopped panties, or clean-shaven, respectable men drinking from ladies’ pee holes?

So maybe Sarah was onto something. There were worse things than tasting a girl’s squirt. Why not go with the flow, so to speak?

“You’re right, honeybee,” I said. “No sense wasting your precious fluids down the crapper. Who’s your little sump dump now, baby?”

We got out of the car, giddy and slightly buzzed, and huddled on the passenger side, where we had a small amount of cover from some scraggly bushes. The sun was out, the pavement was warm. I’d stuffed a backpack with the camera and several plush bath towels. In the back seat was a ratty old Army blanket that I dragged çapa escort out and spread on the ground.

But there were ominous signs. People were everywhere, pushing baby strollers, riding skateboards, getting cash at the ATM. And yet, nobody paid any attention to us, two seemingly normal, modestly dressed twenty-somethings just out enjoying the day.

“Jesus, I’ve got to piss like a racehorse,” I said.

“Good,” Sarah said. “Because I like to watch.”

Then, without warning, she stepped out of her skirt and laid down on the blanket. Holy God, we were actually going to do this! A couple strolling by hand-in-hand looked our way, but they couldn’t see much of Sarah through the bushes. Than a mall security guy cruised by in his electric cart, so I gave him a jaunty wave and a big smile, which seemed to convince him that everything was on the level.

“That’s right, go fuck with someone else,” I said when he was out of earshot.

“Hurry honey,” Sarah said. She sounded urgent. So I grabbed the camera, dropped my shorts, and shuffled over to her. I checked the camera’s light meter, polished its lens, then pointed it towards Sarah’s inviting rear end.

“I want you face down, ass up,” I said, feeling like some big shot Hollywood director.

But before things could get going some old lady walking her poodle stopped a few spaces away from us, waiting for her dog to poop. She looked like the sort who might alert security. She glanced our way, but after Fido dropped his loaf she moved on.

“Whew. Close one,” I said.

“Did she see us?” Sarah asked, clearly aroused at the possibility.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No. Well, yes. But what I’d really like is for you to violate my asshole with your pee-pee. C’mon – piss on me, baby.”

I pushed her filthy come-on out of my head so that I wouldn’t get an erection. Then I turned the camera on and steadied it with one hand while I aimed my cock with the other at Sarah’s elevated ass.

“And…action!”

A car honked. A truck backfired. Some kids were roughhousing inside an SUV while their mother walked into the bank. Could they see us? Well, fuck it. Might as well give them an education.

I let go of the finger clamp I’d put around my cock and the dam broke, spilling a couple of beers worth of warm piss onto Sarah’s naked ass. Excited, I pointed my leaking schlong – and the camera – at her gloriously exposed anus.

Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself, too. “Yes!” she cried. “Oh fuck yes! It’s warm! It tickles!”

“Open wide,” I said. I felt like I could piss forever, but my developing erection was slowing the flow.

Sarah used her skirt as a pillow, then spread her ass cheeks open with both hands as I guided my cock to within inches of her narrow, squinting aperture. My piss was running down the crevasse of her cunt and soaking the blanket. It was all so divinely depraved.

“God, this is going to look so hot on the video,” I said.

“It feels yummy. Now be a good boyfriend and go wee-wee in my sphincter. Make me come.”

Sarah used her fingers to enlarge her asshole, and I watched with fascination as my piss disappeared down her dark, forbidden tunnel. It may have been the first-ever enema given from the head of a dick.

But before too long I was spent, my bladder emptied. Sarah, realizing this, popped up like a prairie dog and looked around to see if we’d been spotted.

“Look at those guys leaning up against that monster truck,” she said with undisguised glee. “They know what’s going on, but they’re actually getting into it. Well, let’s give them a show.”

She turned and immediately took my pungent-tasting cock in her mouth. Focus, I told myself. Let the camera tell the story.

In no time she had my cock as hard as a hockey puck, and having those two jackoff voyeurs watching us was pushing me right to the edge. (If you watch the video today you will see how the camera jerked spasmodically for a second just as my cock erupted all over her splendiferous tits. God, that was good!).

But at that moment time was of the essence. People were bound to grow suspicious. Authorities would be notified. So Sarah and I switched positions, and now it was my bare ass getting chilled by the sarıyer escort piss-soaked blanket. I handed her the camera and she positioned herself so that her cunt was hovering directly over my upturned face. With her legs spread wide, she put two fingers into the healthy pink corridor of her pussy.

“Those two guys are getting closer,” she said, nearly breathless. “Oh fuck, I don’t care – I’m going to squirt!”

“Do it, baby. Do it for daddy. And do it for all those piss-hungry perverts who will be jacking off when they watch this on their computers.”

I opened my mouth. I’d never had a mouthful of a woman’s pee before, but the sight of Sarah fingering her cunt to get her juices flowing inflamed me, making me hot for her bodily wastes. Would her piss taste sweet? Would it taste bitter? I didn’t care. I just wanted to gargle it, to swirl it around like a mouthwash, to let it spill over my lips so that my face got as sopping wet as a bathtub washcloth.

Sarah squatted, smiling down at me. She aimed the camera down the valley of her belly and straight at my kisser. We could see that the truck buddies had boldly moved in behind us. One of them had his cock out and was openly fondling it.

“Perfect,” Sarah whispered. This was her moment. The gaze of the two perverts had set the dominoes in motion. She shuddered and cried out like a wounded animal. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she shrieked, then exploded with a wild, wet climax that released a downpour of pretty yellow pee from her grateful urethra. I let it splash all over my face, and the sound it made was like cows pissing on concrete.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and trust me, I got an eyeful. I washed my hair in her resplendent golden shower as if I was a kid playing around in the rain. And the tangy taste that rolled over my tongue was better than any aphrodisiac.

Lost in lust, I felt a mouth suddenly cinch around my steel-belted hard-on, a mouth that I knew wasn’t Sarah’s. Jesus, it was one of the guys from the truck, the one who wasn’t beating his meat. The dude was down between my legs, getting his pants wet, sucking my cock, tweaking my balls. It was the first suck job I’d ever had from a guy, and it surprised me. His tongue was rough, like a cat’s, and his cock-gobbling was more aggressive than the girly approach I was used to.

But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the fuck out of it!”

Sarah, the heady girl, was catching all of this on tape. The camera didn’t weigh much, so she was able to cradle it in one arm and shoot while she fingered her clit. The girl was insatiable, and watching a total stranger give me some very enthusiastic head was cracking her nut.

Then somewhere in the middle of this wet dream I heard a dog bark. But it wasn’t a dream – it was the old lady with the poodle, and she was digging her cell phone out of her handbag. We were busted. She was going to summon the mall cops.

And I didn’t give a flying fuck.

Neither did Sarah. She mouthed a half dozen “Oh fuck!”s, then proceeded to have another bone-rattling climax that dumped a cup or so of acidic squirt into my eager mouth. The guy who was swallowing my cock quickened his pace. The guy who was jacking off had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He was making little whimpering sounds.

Well, never one to left out of the party, I bucked and heaved and went off like a bomb in trucker boy’s mouth, unleashing a ribbon of pent-up jizz that splattered his pretty face. Dripping with sperm, the young man quickly pivoted just as his masturbating partner was ready to come and glommed onto the guy’s meaty cock.

Sarah aimed the camera at the two horn dogs and caught the image of the masturbator letting fly with a powerful spurt of semen that trucker boy snared on his quivering tongue. Playing to the camera, he swished the mixture of his and his orgasms around in his mouth, then showed the gooey mess before swallowing it all.

Whew. Sarah and I quickly toweled off. The two truckers told us adios, then jumped the curb in their monster truck and vanished. I grabbed up the wet blanket. Sarah threw the camera in the back. Then I drove like a maniac, imagining the Feds hot on our tail.

Halfway home, Sarah, still sexed-up and raring to go, unzipped my piss-saturated shorts and sucked me off right in the middle of mid-town traffic. While she did I imagined how our newest video would soon be burning up the internet. And I wondered how we could ever improve on the masterpiece we’d just created.

I came hard in Sarah’s mouth just thinking of the possibilities.

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Annabeth was always the good little girl, she was pure as the driven snow and never did anything that was considered to be naughty. She was 26 years old and was still a virgin. She taught 1st Grade at a private Catholic school, nestled in the small, quiet town of Harve de Grace Maryland. Everyone knew everyone’s business here and is not shy about spreading your personal life, especially the things that you would most certainly not want anyone to know about.

Never in her life could she fulfill her inner desires or fantasies. There are times that she will be sitting in the teacher’s lounge day dreaming when she is supposed to be grading papers. She is by far the youngest teacher there and the others snicker behind her back. She is naive and she knows it, but what is she to do about it?

It was a Monday afternoon and she was seated at the table in the teacher’s lounge with her laptop checking her email. An email popped up and it was from an old friend of hers, Sandy, who managed to escape the watchful eye of Harve de Grace. She described her weekend in detail; going out and partying, drinking, and visiting some clubs that Annabeth could only dream of going to. New York is so much more radical than Harve de Grace and is not nearly as judgmental. She had visited a new club called Paddles that catered to all kinds of fetishes: whipping, spanking, bondage, domination, submission, foot fetishes, and all other sorts of fetishes. Sandy was talking about the slave auction that was going on the night that she was there, and how if the slaves did not pose the right way they would be flogged and publicly humiliated.

Annabeth did not think that public humiliation sounded fun or even remotely sexy. Sexy, what did she know about sexy, she was a 1st grade teacher and a virgin to boot! But she thought that being someone’s personal slave might be fun. Mainly because she had no sexual experience, and she did not even want to consider being a dominant. But the idea of letting someone order her around and make her do what they wanted could have its benefits.

She would learn about sex and the different positions. She could learn about what she liked and did not like, kaynarca escort as well as learn how to please another person. She thought that if she was a little worldlier and more knowledgeable about certain things she might be able to find a man and keep him. It was not she had not dated before, but because she was so modest and naive she was never taken very seriously, so the topic of sex never even came up. It was never her plan to be a 26 year old virgin, it was never her plan to even save herself for marriage. She just wanted to wait until she felt the time was right and she was comfortable.

Later that evening she decided that she would familiarize herself with sex and the different things out there. She logged onto a porn site and began to browse the different categories. She saw a category called fisting and it immediately caught her attention. When she clicked on the link she was immediately presented with two women on a bed; one of them was screaming while the other was shoving her fingers in and out of the woman’s pussy. She had two of them in there, and to Annabeth that didn’t look too bad. She kept watching as the woman worked her fingers in and out of her partner, and then to her surprise the woman slipped another finger inside. The receiver’s face was surprised at first, she looked like she was in pain, but then she started moving and pressing down on her partner’s fingers.

Soon they were using four fingers and then all five. The momentum had slowed down due to the amount of fingers inside, but that did not stop the enthusiasm between the two women. Soon the woman being finger-fucked was squirting cum all over the place and screaming so loud Annabeth had to turn down the volume. Annabeth kept watching, enthralled by what was taking place before her. She nearly fell out of her seat when the woman’s fist slipped into the pussy, all the way up to her wrist.

When that video was over she began to scan the rest of the categories and came across a topic called golden showers. She thought the sound of a golden shower sounded so heavenly and inviting that she clicked on it and picked the first video. There was a woman in a shower, küçükyalı escort she had the shower head pressed up against her pussy, and she was grinding on the tough water stream and screaming. Then the shower curtain opened and a man stepped in. He took the woman’s face in his massive hands, leaned into her and kissed her deeply.

She returned the kiss but had herself so worked up that her orgasm let lose. She screamed into him as she came all over the shower head. When she was finished he took it from her and hung it back up. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees. She wrapped her petite little hands around his thick cock and began to stroke him. She leaned forward and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, moaning as she went all the way down.

He let her do this a couple time before grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head back. She seemed to know what he wanted, she left her head where it was, looked at him longingly, and waited. The man took his cock in his hand and held aimed at her face. And then, Annabeth’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The man began to piss on her face, and she just stayed perfectly still for him. Annabeth was shocked but couldn’t look away. She was intrigued and wanted to see more. She watched a few more videos and began to notice that she was growing increasingly wet between her legs.

Annabeth was not so naïve that she did not know what was happening to her. She knew what her wetness was for, she had just never used it for its intended purpose. By the third video she was drenched, she had soaked through her panties and now her skirt and onto the couch.

She closed her laptop and went upstairs to shower and change her clothes. She turned on the shower and stepped in when the water was warm. She let the water rundown her small, slender body. She leaned back against the shower and let the water hit her 34D breasts. Her nipples were usually soft under the warm water but not tonight. They were hard and perky, but she wasn’t cold.

She let her hands travel to her breasts and rub her nipples. She closed her eyes and marveled at sancaktepe escort how good she felt, soon her hand was slipping down her abdomen, slowly disappearing between her legs. She had always used a washcloth when washing, and so she had never felt her own clit with her own skin. She was pleasantly surprised when her body reacted to its own touch. She slid down on to the floor of her tub and spread her legs wide. The water was raining down her as she pleasured herself for the first time.

As she rubbed and pinched her clit she closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She found herself taken back to the first golden shower scene and pictured herself in the woman’s place. In her fantasy it was not the first time she had sucked a man’s cock, or let the water pleasure her. But in her fantasy it was the first time that she had let someone piss on her. When he pulled her head back she closed her eyes and let herself relax and wait. She kept her mouth closed and waited patiently. She could hear him moan and then it hit her, a hot, wet stream of piss. It was unlike anything she had ever felt or experienced before. It was disgusting, it was naughty, it was new!

She was so wrapped up in her fantasy that she hadn’t realized how feverishly she had been working on her clit. And before she realized it her pussy felt like it was on fire. Her insides felt like they were twisting and pulsating in her. She let her finger slide down and feel her sweet little pussy. It was slippery and gushing cum. She let her fingers continue to work on her clit and bring her orgasm to its fullest potential. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to her imaginary shower and her naughty fetish. No sooner did she picture herself being pissed on and him and her both moaning did she cum. She could feel her cum squirting from her pussy and began to scream at the top of her lungs.

As her orgasm tapered off and she stopped screaming she could hear someone frantically at the door. She lived in an apartment and the walls were really thin. She quickly rinsed off and wrapped up in her bath sheet and ran for the door. She cracked the door open enough to see who was on the other side, her long hair dripping wet and creating a puddle at her feet. When she looked up she saw what could only be described as the perfect human being, most likely the finest man that she has laid eyes on. What he said to her surprised her to no end, and she had no idea how to respond.

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…The next morning, after their very first night together; they slept in, relishing one another’s company, lazing in bed until it was almost embarrassingly late in the day. He arose only to cook her breakfast, (which technically could have been lunch), after which they spent the day wandering the city, window shopping, and laughing uncontrollably at the cheesy jokes and bad puns which they both seemed to rattle off effortlessly. As he teased her affectionately and she punched him lightly in the arm, Kate realized she was in awe of this man. She was in awe of the fact that they could be so normal, out in the world together. In awe of the fact he was the same man who forced her down mere hours before, who fucked her more brutally than she thought she would ever possibly enjoy.

They must have been quite a sight, walking down the crowded city streets. Him, tall, dark and broad shouldered, with a chiseled face and cool demeanor; and she, the perfect compliment on his arm. Not arm candy, but something much more. Blonde and statuesque, with delicate features and a coy smile, she radiated confidence. She was visibly younger than he was, but not to the point that anyone would mistake him for being her father. They looked like the perfect couple, tall and successful; handsome and beautiful and laughing. People stared. Neither one of them seemed to notice. In a city of millions, they were alone.

After that very first night, Kate and Brian both knew it. It was undeniable, and obvious that they knew that this was it. Obvious that they had each found their corresponding other half, that elusive missing piece of your soul… the one that fits you in ways you never thought anyone could.

Brian knew Kate’s needs, and understood her desires, better than she knew her own. He could feel them inside her, and see them in her emerald eyes. He was the only man who had ever comprehended her intense need to be dominated, and was the same man who awoke that need within her. She had never opened herself up like this to anyone before, and they both relished in that fact. He taught her, trained her, and was patient and caring. In return, she gave him everything. Her heart, her body, her soul. And eventually, her freedom.

He trained her very quickly over the coming months, rarely having to discipline her, as she was a very obedient slut. He made sure to tell her that, each time, after he finished using her. Leaving her dizzy and exhausted and full of his cum, he would stroke her hair, hold her, and tell her what a good girl she was. How much she pleased him.

Their relationship became full of intriguing paradoxes. Kate loved being adored nearly as much as she loved being abused by him. Brian felt protective of her. Possessive. Proud. He wanted her to feel as if she were on a pedestal, except for when he felt like hurting her. Except for when he wanted her to be his little whore to punish, except for when he would completely exercise his power over her. She was strong and feisty, had a high threshold for pain and a strong desire to please him. But he was stronger. There were nights when he had Kate reduced to a quivering, whimpering little slut, begging for him to allow her to orgasm. She would look up at him with her big green eyes, disheveled and usually dripping with his cum. Even still she was beautiful, and he found it hard to deny her.

No matter what he did or said to her, no matter now degrading, no matter how red the welts were from his firm hand, no matter how roughly and viciously he fucked her, she always felt adored. She wasn’t sure if it was despite these things or because of them.

Months had passed since their meeting, yet it seemed like only days ago.

She awoke in his bed with him on the first day of spring. He was still fast asleep next to her. Kate admired his handsome face, nestled peacefully amongst the down-filled duvet and over-sized pillows.

She realized what she was still wearing and a smile crept across her face as she recalled the previous evening’s events. She was blissfully happy.

——

They had company over for dinner; a few of his friends, most with girlfriends or fiancees in tow. That afternoon they seemed like any other couple getting ready to throw a dinner party. Except for the fact that Kate sauntered through the condo, dressed only in a black bustier, little booty shorts and impossibly sexy stiletto heels as she helped him cook and prepare the meal. She wasn’t instructed to be clothed until only minutes before the guests arrived. Although she would have loved to see the look on their faces if she answered the door in her current attire.

She had not yet met his friends; and was introduced as they arrived one by one; under the pretense of ‘girlfriend’, which wasn’t entirely a lie. She wasn’t sure she was ready for anyone else but him to know what she really was. His adoring slut. While his friends seemed very accepting and friendly, she wondered what they must think kaynarca escort of her. Some little blonde twinkie, 13 years younger than he. Disgraceful. However, first impressions were quickly shattered.

Brian appeared proud as he watched her. Kate felt she was in her element; recalling her days as a bartender as she played hostess to his friends, mixing up a few dirty martinis for their guests, cracking jokes, at times being mildly flirtatious, even with their girlfriends. She locked eyes with his friend Johnathan as she continued to shake up a cosmopolitan for his girlfriend, Nicole. She had caught him staring at her tits, which were not obscenely exposed, but showing enough cleavage to make a slight jiggle as she shook the pink concoction. She was used to these little indiscretions, however this time felt different. Although she felt as if she was on display, it was not in that usual ‘piece of meat’ sort of way, as she often felt back in her days behind the bar. It was thrilling. She felt as if she was on display to please his friends, because he wanted her to be. Jonathan stared back into her eyes, giving her a slight look of embarrassment that he had been caught, but she knew it was more than that. She could see in his eyes that he was imagining what it would be like to fuck her. He was putting on the look as a ruse to his lustful stare.

“Kate, I need your help with something, hun.” She heard Brian’s voice call to her from the kitchen, a perfect cue for her to excuse herself.

Kate presented dark-haired Nicole (blissfully unaware of her boyfriend’s wandering eyes) her Cosmo with a smile, and strutted away. She could feel Jonathan’s eyes on ass as she walked towards the kitchen.

It was there that she and Brian shared a final moment alone before they were to serve dinner. Safely out of the view of their guests, he pushed his weight against her, forcing her up against the wall. His strong hand wrapped around her throat. He didn’t squeeze, as she expected him to; but stroked it lovingly.

“My gorgeous slut. What an impression you’re making on everyone. Such a good little girl. I think even their girlfriends want you. Such a perfect little slut.” He continued stroking her, as he whispered into her ear. “You’re lucky I’m so possessive of you, or I might be inclined to share.”

He suddenly gripped her tighter, his voice becoming a growl. “I want to throw you to your knees right now. But, we will have to wait until our company leaves, then I expect that you shall service me properly, slut. “

“Yes. Of course, Sir. I look forward to it.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t have to wait until they leave. If I wanted you to, I know you would make me come right here and now, if I told you to, wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yes- er, Yes, Sir.” She was visibly startled by the question.

“Even with the risk that anyone could walk in at any moment and see you there, down on your knees like a whore?”

Kate answered reluctantly, unsure of what she was getting herself into.

“Yes. Sir, I would hold your delicious cum in my mouth until you allow me to drink it.”

“Mmm, very good pet. I like the thought of you smiling and nodding to my guests as you serve them dinner, unable to speak through your mouthful of cum.”

Was he really going to make her do that? She wondered.

“We will save that for another night, pet. But, it was a very good answer.” She smiled, and was surprised to recognize her emotion was not one of relief, but disappointment.

She found herself craving his cum as they shared an unbroken gaze for nearly the entirety of dinner. Company couldn’t leave fast enough. When he was sure no one was watching, he would mouth out words to her. Silently degrading her in the presence of his friends. Slut. Fucktoy. Mine.

Minutes felt like hours as she anticipated his cock inside her, in her mouth, in her cunt and her ass. Wherever he chose, she would welcome it.

One by one the guests finally left.

Kate felt her pussy dripping wet through the small triangle of fabric that covered the lips. She cleared dishes and began to straighten up the kitchen, but all she could think about was being fucked. She could still picture him from across the table, silently calling her all the names he knew sent shivers through her body and caused her clit to pulse.

He peered into the kitchen and admired his beautiful little sub girl as she cleaned. From the living room he observed her, and she could feel his gaze. He called over to her and ordered her to undress for him. Kate slowly removed her skirt, and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal different lingerie than before; an innocent looking white push-up bra and a white g-string, which tied shut at each hip. It was a change from the slutty black number she had on earlier.

“Kneel for me, slut”.

She did as she was told, and knelt on the cold ceramic of the tiled floor. She lowered her head and placed her clasped küçükyalı escort hands at the small of her back. He walked slowly to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Who are you trying to fool in those white underwear? Trying to look innocent. It certainly better not be me, pet, because you know I am the only one who truly understands what a little whore you really are. Take them off.”

Kate’s cheeks burned at his words as she followed his order. She unclasped her bra and her tits tumbled out. She then grabbed the ties on each side of her panties. These allowed her to remove them without having to break the kneeling pose she held in front of him. She was turned on, but wondered if she had done something wrong. He didn’t usually speak to her so harshly. He used harsh words, but never in such a context. Aroused and confused, she wasn’t sure what to think.

“Crawl to me.”

It hurt her knees. It hurt her knees and she loved it. He looked down at her, and ordered her to follow.

She crawled behind, following him down the hall to the bedroom. Again, she knelt, this time on the floor a few feet in front of the bed. He began to speak.

“So pet, do you think you made a good impression on my friends?”.

“Yes, Sir” Kate nodded as she replied, without raising her chin to look at him.

“Really? Do you think you did that all by yourself, slut? Do you think that’s really why they all liked you so much?” He took a deep breath. “Ah, sometimes you are so naive my pet. Didn’t you notice the way my friends looked at you? Didn’t you feel their eyes devouring your flesh?”

Kate’s heart began to race. Jonathan’s expression flashed in front of her.

“My girlfriend. Ha. Do you really think they believed that? I told them everything about you. Well, the men anyways. It was adorable, really, watching you play Suzy Hostess, while they knew all along what a little whore you really are. They know everything. I told them all; details. Like how you writhe so nicely when you cum, and how you love it when I smack you across the face and call you a slut, how you beg for me to fuck your perfect little mouth.”

Kate was glad her head was bowed, so he couldn’t see her blush.

“What do you think of that, my little thing? How does that make you feel, that they knew all along? Are you ashamed that you’re such a slut?”

Kate contemplated her answer, and slowly began to speak.

“Well, Sir. No, I’m not ashamed. I love being your slut, and I am proud of it. I am forever grateful to you for everything you have done for me. And if you want others to know, then that is my wish as well. I thank you, Sir; for the privilege. I am honored.”

“My fucking precious little pet.” He reached down to stroke the smooth skin on her cheek. “That was exactly what I hoped you would say. I know this will sound a little callous of me, but that was something of a test, how I treated you tonight.” He paused.

“To see if you were ready.” She heard him open the dresser drawer, and walk slowly back towards her.

“Look up, darling.”

In his hands was a thick band of supple white leather, adorned with a silver clasp and a circular ring in the centre.

She nodded, as her eyes glazed with tears. He stood behind her, and leaned down kissed the back of her neck as he clasped her new collar around her neck.

Her very first collar.

She started to weep, tears of joy at first, which turned into sobs. Brian comforted her, his newly collared sub, as her emotions overcame her. He lifted her chin upwards so her eyes met his.

“My sweet little thing. I thought this would make you so happy. Take a deep breath, pet. Please, calm yourself and tell me why you’re crying.”

“My darling Sir,” she answered between delicate and fading sobs. Then she blushed, realizing she was no longer to call him Sir, but Master.

“Master, I am so proud that I am to wear your collar, and you are right, it has made me so happy. That’s why I started crying, Master, because I was so grateful. But, then i realized that I can’t possibly wear this collar all the time. I’m crying because the thought of taking it off breaks my heart.”

He knew it was not reasonable for Kate to wear this collar at all times, as much as he wanted her to. She had a job, family, friends, a whole life outside of this one. He had no intention of taking that away from her.

“You know, I had a sneaking suspicion you would feel that way.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small turquoise velvet sachet with a gold tie. “So that’s why, I also got you this.”

Her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. That aqua colour was unmistakable to a woman with her tastes.

“Close your eyes, pet” he murmured gently. He paused for a few moments, knowing the waiting was torturous for his little kitten. She felt something cold and metallic press into her palm.

“Alright, now you can open.” She blinked sancaktepe escort away more tears as she gazed down at a silver choker necklace. It was chain-link, but not overly delicate, like most women’s jewelry. It had thick links, and in the centre was a round flat silver piece a little larger than a quarter. It was sort of a posh version of a dog-tag, she thought.

She held it up to the bedside lamp. ‘Return to: Tiffany’s NY’ it read.

“What, in case I get lost, Master? Very clever.” she joked. He motioned for her to turn it over, and was delighted to discover the back of it was inscribed.

‘Mine – Always’.

“No, that is in case you ever get lost, pet. So you will always know, that you belong to me.”

She threw her small arms around her new Master’s neck and no words needed to be exchanged.

The sight of her in the collar was too much to bear. He had to have her, immediately.

“Mmmm, the collar looks delicious on you. Now, get onto the bed, pet. Now it is time for your reward for being such a good girl tonight.”

She lay on the bed, naked despite her collar, her legs spread wide to reveal that perfectly shaved little pussy he had come to crave so much. He looked at her angelic face as he steadied himself over her. He then watched her expression and listened to her gasp as every inch of his cock tried to push into her, in one thrust. Her tightness tried to keep him out. Her little pussy was not yet ready to be fucked. She knew he liked it better that way, that he liked the feeling of violation.

He held her down as he fucked her, with the strong grip that he always used. She was his now, to protect and cherish and abuse.

Though he was holding her wrists so firmly, grasping them so tightly, he was fucking her gently. He almost never fucked like this. There was something about her, at that moment, in that collar. Kate had noticed the difference. The gentle fuck was just what she needed. To feel treasured. She looked as if she would cry again. It was beautiful to see his little sub slut in the throes of such emotion and such pleasure at the same time.

He began grinding into her, hard, while maintaining his slow pace, and not letting go of her tiny wrists. She brought her hips up to meet his thrusts as they kissed passionately. They became one writhing organic form, limbs entwined as they fucked slowly but furiously.

“Come when I do, pet,” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded a reply, but her body was too wracked with pleasure to articulate.

The next few minutes were a blur of moaning, thrusting, wet fucking noises and sweat. The gentleness was gone and replaced by her Master’s need to cum. He wanted to fill her tight little cunt with white-hot sticky semen. He wanted to look deep in her eyes as it shot into her, watch her face while he filled her.

With an animal moan, he buried his cock deep inside her. He was spurting inside her, she could feel it. She screamed like a bitch in heat, responding to his orgasm with her own. It was a long, rippling orgasm, one wave after another. There was something about being in that collar that made her come harder than she ever had before. Now that she knew she had totally surrendered to him, body and soul.

Even after the contractions of her pussy had squeezed every last drop of cum out to him, his cock stayed hard inside her as they breathed heavily. They lay still together, both trying to recover.

“I’m so glad you’re mine now, kitten. You make me very happy.”

With her head nuzzling into his strong chest. Kate fell asleep with her collar on, and her still soaking pussy full of his cum. She had never been happier in all her life.

—————

Recalling the evenings events, her pussy became wet, and almost unconsciously slipped her hand underneath the duvet. She soon realized what she was doing, she decided she didn’t want to wake her sleeping Master, yet was too impatient to wait for him to get up. She admired him, while gently stroking her clit and probing two fingers inside her cunt. She could still feel some of his cum inside her. This turned her on even more. She withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, tasting her Master’s cum mixed with the sweet juices of her pussy. She wanted to drink a whole glass, they tasted so good together.

Her fingers returned to her swollen clit, as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Her cries stifled by the pillow were apparently not stifled enough, as her Master opened his eyes, first a little confused, then smiling as he realized what the vixen in his bed was up to.

“You insatiable little thing, can’t you ever get enough?”

She looked at him, moaned as she shook her head and continued rubbing her clit and pushing two fingers inside her wet little hole.

“Make yourself cum for me, pet. Now.”

It was the emphasis he put on the word now that did it. She lost control of her body, spasming and moaning under his direction. As her orgasm began to fade, he leaned over her, holding her down. She didn’t even have a moment to catch her breath before he kissed her. A soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered, as she collected herself.

“How about some breakfast?”

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…The next morning, after their very first night together; they slept in, relishing one another’s company, lazing in bed until it was almost embarrassingly late in the day. He arose only to cook her breakfast, (which technically could have been lunch), after which they spent the day wandering the city, window shopping, and laughing uncontrollably at the cheesy jokes and bad puns which they both seemed to rattle off effortlessly. As he teased her affectionately and she punched him lightly in the arm, Kate realized she was in awe of this man. She was in awe of the fact that they could be so normal, out in the world together. In awe of the fact he was the same man who forced her down mere hours before, who fucked her more brutally than she thought she would ever possibly enjoy.

They must have been quite a sight, walking down the crowded city streets. Him, tall, dark and broad shouldered, with a chiseled face and cool demeanor; and she, the perfect compliment on his arm. Not arm candy, but something much more. Blonde and statuesque, with delicate features and a coy smile, she radiated confidence. She was visibly younger than he was, but not to the point that anyone would mistake him for being her father. They looked like the perfect couple, tall and successful; handsome and beautiful and laughing. People stared. Neither one of them seemed to notice. In a city of millions, they were alone.

After that very first night, Kate and Brian both knew it. It was undeniable, and obvious that they knew that this was it. Obvious that they had each found their corresponding other half, that elusive missing piece of your soul… the one that fits you in ways you never thought anyone could.

Brian knew Kate’s needs, and understood her desires, better than she knew her own. He could feel them inside her, and see them in her emerald eyes. He was the only man who had ever comprehended her intense need to be dominated, and was the same man who awoke that need within her. She had never opened herself up like this to anyone before, and they both relished in that fact. He taught her, trained her, and was patient and caring. In return, she gave him everything. Her heart, her body, her soul. And eventually, her freedom.

He trained her very quickly over the coming months, rarely having to discipline her, as she was a very obedient slut. He made sure to tell her that, each time, after he finished using her. Leaving her dizzy and exhausted and full of his cum, he would stroke her hair, hold her, and tell her what a good girl she was. How much she pleased him.

Their relationship became full of intriguing paradoxes. Kate loved being adored nearly as much as she loved being abused by him. Brian felt protective of her. Possessive. Proud. He wanted her to feel as if she were on a pedestal, except for when he felt like hurting her. Except for when he wanted her to be his little whore to punish, except for when he would completely exercise his power over her. She was strong and feisty, had a high threshold for pain and a strong desire to please him. But he was stronger. There were nights when he had Kate reduced to a quivering, whimpering little slut, begging for him to allow her to orgasm. She would look up at him with her big green eyes, disheveled and usually dripping with his cum. Even still she was beautiful, and he found it hard to deny her.

No matter what he did or said to her, no matter now degrading, no matter how red the welts were from his firm hand, no matter how roughly and viciously he fucked her, she always felt adored. She wasn’t sure if it was despite these things or because of them.

Months had passed since their meeting, yet it seemed like only days ago.

She awoke in his bed with him on the first day of spring. He was still fast asleep next to her. Kate admired his handsome face, nestled peacefully amongst the down-filled duvet and over-sized pillows.

She realized what she was still wearing and a smile crept across her face as she recalled the previous evening’s events. She was blissfully happy.

——

They had company over for dinner; a few of his friends, most with girlfriends or fiancees in tow. That afternoon they seemed like any other couple getting ready to throw a dinner party. Except for the fact that Kate sauntered through the condo, dressed only in a black bustier, little booty shorts and impossibly sexy stiletto heels as she helped him cook and prepare the meal. She wasn’t instructed to be clothed until only minutes before the guests arrived. Although she would have loved to see the look on their faces if she answered the door in her current attire.

She had not yet met his friends; and was introduced as they arrived one by one; under the pretense of ‘girlfriend’, which wasn’t entirely a lie. She wasn’t sure she was ready for anyone else but him to know what she really was. His adoring slut. While his friends seemed very accepting and friendly, she wondered what they must think kaynarca escort of her. Some little blonde twinkie, 13 years younger than he. Disgraceful. However, first impressions were quickly shattered.

Brian appeared proud as he watched her. Kate felt she was in her element; recalling her days as a bartender as she played hostess to his friends, mixing up a few dirty martinis for their guests, cracking jokes, at times being mildly flirtatious, even with their girlfriends. She locked eyes with his friend Johnathan as she continued to shake up a cosmopolitan for his girlfriend, Nicole. She had caught him staring at her tits, which were not obscenely exposed, but showing enough cleavage to make a slight jiggle as she shook the pink concoction. She was used to these little indiscretions, however this time felt different. Although she felt as if she was on display, it was not in that usual ‘piece of meat’ sort of way, as she often felt back in her days behind the bar. It was thrilling. She felt as if she was on display to please his friends, because he wanted her to be. Jonathan stared back into her eyes, giving her a slight look of embarrassment that he had been caught, but she knew it was more than that. She could see in his eyes that he was imagining what it would be like to fuck her. He was putting on the look as a ruse to his lustful stare.

“Kate, I need your help with something, hun.” She heard Brian’s voice call to her from the kitchen, a perfect cue for her to excuse herself.

Kate presented dark-haired Nicole (blissfully unaware of her boyfriend’s wandering eyes) her Cosmo with a smile, and strutted away. She could feel Jonathan’s eyes on ass as she walked towards the kitchen.

It was there that she and Brian shared a final moment alone before they were to serve dinner. Safely out of the view of their guests, he pushed his weight against her, forcing her up against the wall. His strong hand wrapped around her throat. He didn’t squeeze, as she expected him to; but stroked it lovingly.

“My gorgeous slut. What an impression you’re making on everyone. Such a good little girl. I think even their girlfriends want you. Such a perfect little slut.” He continued stroking her, as he whispered into her ear. “You’re lucky I’m so possessive of you, or I might be inclined to share.”

He suddenly gripped her tighter, his voice becoming a growl. “I want to throw you to your knees right now. But, we will have to wait until our company leaves, then I expect that you shall service me properly, slut. “

“Yes. Of course, Sir. I look forward to it.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t have to wait until they leave. If I wanted you to, I know you would make me come right here and now, if I told you to, wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yes- er, Yes, Sir.” She was visibly startled by the question.

“Even with the risk that anyone could walk in at any moment and see you there, down on your knees like a whore?”

Kate answered reluctantly, unsure of what she was getting herself into.

“Yes. Sir, I would hold your delicious cum in my mouth until you allow me to drink it.”

“Mmm, very good pet. I like the thought of you smiling and nodding to my guests as you serve them dinner, unable to speak through your mouthful of cum.”

Was he really going to make her do that? She wondered.

“We will save that for another night, pet. But, it was a very good answer.” She smiled, and was surprised to recognize her emotion was not one of relief, but disappointment.

She found herself craving his cum as they shared an unbroken gaze for nearly the entirety of dinner. Company couldn’t leave fast enough. When he was sure no one was watching, he would mouth out words to her. Silently degrading her in the presence of his friends. Slut. Fucktoy. Mine.

Minutes felt like hours as she anticipated his cock inside her, in her mouth, in her cunt and her ass. Wherever he chose, she would welcome it.

One by one the guests finally left.

Kate felt her pussy dripping wet through the small triangle of fabric that covered the lips. She cleared dishes and began to straighten up the kitchen, but all she could think about was being fucked. She could still picture him from across the table, silently calling her all the names he knew sent shivers through her body and caused her clit to pulse.

He peered into the kitchen and admired his beautiful little sub girl as she cleaned. From the living room he observed her, and she could feel his gaze. He called over to her and ordered her to undress for him. Kate slowly removed her skirt, and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal different lingerie than before; an innocent looking white push-up bra and a white g-string, which tied shut at each hip. It was a change from the slutty black number she had on earlier.

“Kneel for me, slut”.

She did as she was told, and knelt on the cold ceramic of the tiled floor. She lowered her head and placed her clasped küçükyalı escort hands at the small of her back. He walked slowly to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Who are you trying to fool in those white underwear? Trying to look innocent. It certainly better not be me, pet, because you know I am the only one who truly understands what a little whore you really are. Take them off.”

Kate’s cheeks burned at his words as she followed his order. She unclasped her bra and her tits tumbled out. She then grabbed the ties on each side of her panties. These allowed her to remove them without having to break the kneeling pose she held in front of him. She was turned on, but wondered if she had done something wrong. He didn’t usually speak to her so harshly. He used harsh words, but never in such a context. Aroused and confused, she wasn’t sure what to think.

“Crawl to me.”

It hurt her knees. It hurt her knees and she loved it. He looked down at her, and ordered her to follow.

She crawled behind, following him down the hall to the bedroom. Again, she knelt, this time on the floor a few feet in front of the bed. He began to speak.

“So pet, do you think you made a good impression on my friends?”.

“Yes, Sir” Kate nodded as she replied, without raising her chin to look at him.

“Really? Do you think you did that all by yourself, slut? Do you think that’s really why they all liked you so much?” He took a deep breath. “Ah, sometimes you are so naive my pet. Didn’t you notice the way my friends looked at you? Didn’t you feel their eyes devouring your flesh?”

Kate’s heart began to race. Jonathan’s expression flashed in front of her.

“My girlfriend. Ha. Do you really think they believed that? I told them everything about you. Well, the men anyways. It was adorable, really, watching you play Suzy Hostess, while they knew all along what a little whore you really are. They know everything. I told them all; details. Like how you writhe so nicely when you cum, and how you love it when I smack you across the face and call you a slut, how you beg for me to fuck your perfect little mouth.”

Kate was glad her head was bowed, so he couldn’t see her blush.

“What do you think of that, my little thing? How does that make you feel, that they knew all along? Are you ashamed that you’re such a slut?”

Kate contemplated her answer, and slowly began to speak.

“Well, Sir. No, I’m not ashamed. I love being your slut, and I am proud of it. I am forever grateful to you for everything you have done for me. And if you want others to know, then that is my wish as well. I thank you, Sir; for the privilege. I am honored.”

“My fucking precious little pet.” He reached down to stroke the smooth skin on her cheek. “That was exactly what I hoped you would say. I know this will sound a little callous of me, but that was something of a test, how I treated you tonight.” He paused.

“To see if you were ready.” She heard him open the dresser drawer, and walk slowly back towards her.

“Look up, darling.”

In his hands was a thick band of supple white leather, adorned with a silver clasp and a circular ring in the centre.

She nodded, as her eyes glazed with tears. He stood behind her, and leaned down kissed the back of her neck as he clasped her new collar around her neck.

Her very first collar.

She started to weep, tears of joy at first, which turned into sobs. Brian comforted her, his newly collared sub, as her emotions overcame her. He lifted her chin upwards so her eyes met his.

“My sweet little thing. I thought this would make you so happy. Take a deep breath, pet. Please, calm yourself and tell me why you’re crying.”

“My darling Sir,” she answered between delicate and fading sobs. Then she blushed, realizing she was no longer to call him Sir, but Master.

“Master, I am so proud that I am to wear your collar, and you are right, it has made me so happy. That’s why I started crying, Master, because I was so grateful. But, then i realized that I can’t possibly wear this collar all the time. I’m crying because the thought of taking it off breaks my heart.”

He knew it was not reasonable for Kate to wear this collar at all times, as much as he wanted her to. She had a job, family, friends, a whole life outside of this one. He had no intention of taking that away from her.

“You know, I had a sneaking suspicion you would feel that way.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small turquoise velvet sachet with a gold tie. “So that’s why, I also got you this.”

Her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. That aqua colour was unmistakable to a woman with her tastes.

“Close your eyes, pet” he murmured gently. He paused for a few moments, knowing the waiting was torturous for his little kitten. She felt something cold and metallic press into her palm.

“Alright, now you can open.” She blinked sancaktepe escort away more tears as she gazed down at a silver choker necklace. It was chain-link, but not overly delicate, like most women’s jewelry. It had thick links, and in the centre was a round flat silver piece a little larger than a quarter. It was sort of a posh version of a dog-tag, she thought.

She held it up to the bedside lamp. ‘Return to: Tiffany’s NY’ it read.

“What, in case I get lost, Master? Very clever.” she joked. He motioned for her to turn it over, and was delighted to discover the back of it was inscribed.

‘Mine – Always’.

“No, that is in case you ever get lost, pet. So you will always know, that you belong to me.”

She threw her small arms around her new Master’s neck and no words needed to be exchanged.

The sight of her in the collar was too much to bear. He had to have her, immediately.

“Mmmm, the collar looks delicious on you. Now, get onto the bed, pet. Now it is time for your reward for being such a good girl tonight.”

She lay on the bed, naked despite her collar, her legs spread wide to reveal that perfectly shaved little pussy he had come to crave so much. He looked at her angelic face as he steadied himself over her. He then watched her expression and listened to her gasp as every inch of his cock tried to push into her, in one thrust. Her tightness tried to keep him out. Her little pussy was not yet ready to be fucked. She knew he liked it better that way, that he liked the feeling of violation.

He held her down as he fucked her, with the strong grip that he always used. She was his now, to protect and cherish and abuse.

Though he was holding her wrists so firmly, grasping them so tightly, he was fucking her gently. He almost never fucked like this. There was something about her, at that moment, in that collar. Kate had noticed the difference. The gentle fuck was just what she needed. To feel treasured. She looked as if she would cry again. It was beautiful to see his little sub slut in the throes of such emotion and such pleasure at the same time.

He began grinding into her, hard, while maintaining his slow pace, and not letting go of her tiny wrists. She brought her hips up to meet his thrusts as they kissed passionately. They became one writhing organic form, limbs entwined as they fucked slowly but furiously.

“Come when I do, pet,” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded a reply, but her body was too wracked with pleasure to articulate.

The next few minutes were a blur of moaning, thrusting, wet fucking noises and sweat. The gentleness was gone and replaced by her Master’s need to cum. He wanted to fill her tight little cunt with white-hot sticky semen. He wanted to look deep in her eyes as it shot into her, watch her face while he filled her.

With an animal moan, he buried his cock deep inside her. He was spurting inside her, she could feel it. She screamed like a bitch in heat, responding to his orgasm with her own. It was a long, rippling orgasm, one wave after another. There was something about being in that collar that made her come harder than she ever had before. Now that she knew she had totally surrendered to him, body and soul.

Even after the contractions of her pussy had squeezed every last drop of cum out to him, his cock stayed hard inside her as they breathed heavily. They lay still together, both trying to recover.

“I’m so glad you’re mine now, kitten. You make me very happy.”

With her head nuzzling into his strong chest. Kate fell asleep with her collar on, and her still soaking pussy full of his cum. She had never been happier in all her life.

—————

Recalling the evenings events, her pussy became wet, and almost unconsciously slipped her hand underneath the duvet. She soon realized what she was doing, she decided she didn’t want to wake her sleeping Master, yet was too impatient to wait for him to get up. She admired him, while gently stroking her clit and probing two fingers inside her cunt. She could still feel some of his cum inside her. This turned her on even more. She withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, tasting her Master’s cum mixed with the sweet juices of her pussy. She wanted to drink a whole glass, they tasted so good together.

Her fingers returned to her swollen clit, as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Her cries stifled by the pillow were apparently not stifled enough, as her Master opened his eyes, first a little confused, then smiling as he realized what the vixen in his bed was up to.

“You insatiable little thing, can’t you ever get enough?”

She looked at him, moaned as she shook her head and continued rubbing her clit and pushing two fingers inside her wet little hole.

“Make yourself cum for me, pet. Now.”

It was the emphasis he put on the word now that did it. She lost control of her body, spasming and moaning under his direction. As her orgasm began to fade, he leaned over her, holding her down. She didn’t even have a moment to catch her breath before he kissed her. A soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered, as she collected herself.

“How about some breakfast?”

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The One Exception Ch. 02

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Laura was up before me. I could hear movement in the kitchen and smell things. I stretched, snuggling under the covers more, pulling them around me.

“Oh shit.” The headache crashed down on me all at once. It split open my head and filled it with barbwire. Then I remembered everything about last night. I thought I would be more worried, but I found myself smiling.

Laura was humming something in the kitchen and I got butterflies listening to her. Originally, this had just been mere attraction mixed with alcohol and curiosity. Now I didn’t understand why I wasn’t more concerned about what had happened. This wasn’t me at all.

Hearing the door open; I peeked up over the covers, her smile met me. She was dressed in a long t-shirt with ‘Peru’ in big black letters printed on the front.

“Good morning sleepy head.” She set down a tray with coffee and croissants on it “hungover?”

“Oh god yes!”

Giggling, she replied, “Me too, so I brought coffee and…” she picked up a packed of Cuprofen and threw them at me, “Something a little extra.”

“Thank you so much Laura.” Sitting up, I became aware I was actually naked. I lifted the duvet up with me to cover myself.

She noticed, “Oh please. Don’t be like that, are you forgetting last night?” With that, she crawled over to me and kissed me.

“No, I’m just a little more self-conscious than I was last night.” I said against her lips.

“Don’t be, you’re beautiful. I’ve never done that with a girl before and I never wanted to.”

“Me neither. It’s weird right?”

She sat back, legs crossed and picked up a mug. She shrugged, “Not really if you think about it. I mean, if you find a face attractive then you find a face attractive. People don’t have to be gay or bi to understand same sex beauty. And love doesn’t have to be constrained by anything.”

I choked on my own coffee, “…Love?”

“I wasn’t talking about us. Just love in general.” I noticed her cheeks were pink, “I like you. More than I like girls usually. So, why shouldn’t we be allowed to have one person who is the exception to the rule? You are a girl, sure, but you are also a person.”

“You’re the exception to my sexual orientation.”

We sat in silence facing each other for a while, drinking our coffee and nibbling at the croissants.

“You should probably have a shower.” She looked at where my thigh was underneath the duvet.

I looked down too, “You’re right. I can’t have crusty cum on my thigh on the train home.”

We laughed. Then Laura tuzla escort said, “I should too.”

Taking a Cuprofen I asked, “Where is your shower?”

She pointed to a door I hadn’t noticed off her bedroom, “In there. You can use any or all the towels you want, they’re all clean. Don’t lock the door though, it normally doesn’t unlock when you want to get out.” Her eyes looked at me over the rim of her cup.

“You don’t want me locking the door when I have a shower? Are you sure it’s because I could get locked in?” I questioned her, grinning.

The corners of her eyes creased so I could tell she was smiling, “Just don’t lock it. You said you don’t like small spaces last night, I’m sure being locked in a bathroom counts as a small space.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do. I remember every detail about last night.”

We looked at each other in silence, until I felt the urge to pee “I’ll go have this shower then.”

“Enjoy.” she called after me as I disappeared inside.

Being locked in this bathroom wouldn’t have been so bad; it was massive. There were two sinks with their own mirrors and towel rack. There was a toilet, with a round Jacuzzi bath and a walk in shower with the showerhead the size of a dinner plate. It was tiled white and grey. Next to the shower was a heated rack with a pile of white fluffy towels.

“It’s like a hotel here.” I muttered to myself.

The shower was amazing. There were jets on the wall that squirted from the side too so that every surface of skin was getting wet at the same time. I was just rinsing my hair free of shampoo when I heard a soft knock at the door- I grinned.

“May I come in?” Laura’s voice echoed around the bathroom.

“Can I stop you?” I had my back to the door.

“No”

“Then come in.” I closed my eyes, putting my face under the jets.

I heard the shower door open and felt the presence of another body close. Then I felt her hands around my waist, pulling me backwards a little so she could start kissing my neck. My hands could only dangle uselessly by my sides as she moved hers downwards.

“This shower is amazing.” I stated, it sounded stupid when I said it.

“Isn’t it. I’m sure you can have a lot of fun in this shower.”

Using my waist, she spun me around to face her. Water shimmered on her face and her hair clung to her forehead. It looked like she had tiny diamonds all over her skin. Gently, she walked me to the tiled wall and flattened me against it. She reached to the metal göztepe escort shelf and picked up a bottle of shower gel. Grinning, Laura lifted the cap with one finger and slowly squeezed it over my breasts. Dropping the bottle, she used both hands to lather it into a soapy mess and rubbed it all over me.

This was something your mum did to you when you were too young to bathe yourself, but this felt entirely different. She got on her knees, rubbing at my thigh where her dried cum was.

“Now, I must thank you for last night.” She said.

Steam was rising from the water and I could see the mirrors clouding over, “Thank me? You thanked me last night.”

“Not properly.” She looked up at me then disappeared under the soap.

The moment I felt her tongue there, flashbacks of last night appeared in my head. Her tight and glowing body in my arms. The way her hair cascaded around her shoulders and how she flicked it back when she reached orgasm. Everything about her was amazing. She was beautiful.

I watched the water trickle down my body and fall on her head where she knelt between my legs. With her hands, she took my ankles and slid them further apart so she had better access. No one had ever spent much time ‘down there’ before, none of my boyfriends had enjoyed it, I had always been the giver and never the receiver- so this was new to me. The way her tongue explored everything was completely new to me and felt amazing. Bringing my hands down, I dug my fingertips into her skull the same way she had done last night.

“Laura… I…” but it didn’t need explaining, she could feel the pulse and the clenching of my muscles around her tongue. She leant back on her haunches, looking at me as I got my breath back. Then she leaned forward again and gave one last lick around to taste me.

My eyes were closed but I felt her on level with me again- then she was rinsing off the soap that had settled on my skin with her hands. I was like a rag doll and was submissive as she turned me around and began lathering my back. Her kisses moved down my spine and on both bum cheeks- one after the other.

It was hard to breathe in the closeness of the steam but also in my state. When I turned back to her she was shampooing her own hair. Her eyes were closed and I brushed away the soap that was beginning to trickle down her forehead.

“Thanks.” She said.

“No problem.” I helped her rinse it off. When we were both soap free, I kissed her breasts, cupping them in my hands, feeling the lightweight üsküdar escort in each palm.

“You are so beautiful.” I said.

“You too.” She turned off the water and we stood their dripping.

Our skin met and we kissed again. I held her in my arms and felt her palms pressed against my back, pushing me to her.

It took me a while to get dressed. First, I had to find all my clothes, my jeans and pants were at opposite corners of the bedroom, my shirt was behind the sofa and my bra was hanging off the coffee table. Laura’s lace bra and top were also in the lounge. It really had been a night to remember.

With the Cuprofen fully in my system, my hangover had disappeared, or I was numb to the pain. Laura walked me to the flat door, but stood against it so I couldn’t leave.

“I want you to know that I don’t normally do that sort of thing, even with men. I know you probably don’t want a relationship or anything, not being a lesbian and all…” she smiled, “but, I’m not expecting that to be the end of it. Maybe we can meet up for another drink? Go for lunch or something…see what happens?”

For the first time, I saw she looked self-conscious. She wasn’t looking at me directly in the face.

This made me feel good, “I would love to do it again. You have my number; whenever you want to meet up, be it for lunch or a…coffee, then give me a call.”

Laura looked at me, smiling now “You sure?”

I tutted, grabbing her hands “Laura, I just did something I have never done with any other girl. You are far more than a friend to me now. I wouldn’t say you’re a lover, but you are not on the friend tier. This isn’t the end.”

She brought her hands around my neck and we embraced. I nestled my nose into her hair, smelling the orange shampoo I had just helped her wash it with.

Opening the door, she let me pass the threshold. Turning back, I saw she looked upset, “Don’t be sad Miss Laura. We will meet again.”

Slowly, she nodded, “I know. I just had so much fun last night. I will miss you.”

I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth, “Me too.”

An apartment door opposite opened and an older woman stepped out; she smiled at Laura who smiled and said a jolly “Hello” back.

“I should go.” I said, aware the old lady was looking at me strangely. “I’ll see you soon Laura.”

“Bye.” She stayed at the door until I had disappeared from view down the stairs.

As I opened the entrance door, I felt my phone vibrate. Looking at it, it said ‘Sam Calling’. I smiled; little did he know that we would both have sex stories to swap on the train home.

I picked up the phone, snuggled into my coat, took one last look towards the apartment block but didn’t know which window was hers, and strode towards the station.

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