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Meanwhile Erin had arrived at the club in her towel to smiles from the staff – eager ones from guys and knowing ones from girls. She headed downstairs and lay on the couch, tired, and her towel came free, she just let it, exposing her naked body, and rested, half asleep instantly from the alcohol and lack of sleep of the day. She cared about nothing but rest. She was exhausted.

She soon felt a weight on top of her and opened her eyes to see it was a guy, one with his pants at his knees. She opened her eyes a touch just in time to watch him shove his dick in her barely moist pussy. She laid back after he was in her and let her right leg slide off the couch to the floor to spread herself open a bit more. She then closed her eyes and basically tried to lay back and relax as this guy did all the work. Feelings his bare skin against hers, his dick in her.

Lucky for her, the guys seemed to enjoy Erin’s passive, quiet style tonight and they all took turns on her like that, Erin happily let them, so drunk and tired that she was barely aware of what was happening, she didn’t bother to even look at who was in her, but was happy to be their human sex toy. She simply lay on the couch, left leg buried in the corner of the couch, right leg extended straight to the floor with her head against the armrest, as comfortable as she could possibly be, as these guys brought some pleasure into her night. The small hit her ego took at losing the contest was being repaired as the guys took turns grunting and moaning and pawing her. She made no effort to touch them, to react to their touch, to make any sounds.

When Jenn arrived at the male stripping contest, she took in the sights, there were about 40 guys in it and over 100 girls watching. The audience was pure female, any guy around was competing. The girls were excited too, wearing bikinis, they all crammed together as close as they could to the stage, the place had a ravenous feel to it.

Jenn basically decided to throw herself into the atmosphere and joined in with the girls as they vigorously cheered on the first guy, who came out in a thong and quickly ditched it, revealing his semi hard cock.

Jenn’s body was squeezed from all directions by other girl’s bare skin, even though she was actually wearing most than all the other girls, being wrapped in a towel, she felt very self conscious about it, one hand had an iron grip on the it just above her right breast, holding the towel on. She also noticed it was warmer here, she’d been freezing for a long time since being doused with freezing water and then having to hang out in a cool breeze at night by the beach. Jenn started to appreciate the girl’s warm bodies transferring heat to her. She also realized she was here for the same reason a lot of them were, scouting out some good talent and then making sure she would attract him. It made the atmosphere in the crowd just as competitive as the actual contest.

Jenn had managed to fight her way up pretty close during the first round, and now it was quickly down to 4 finalists, who all came out naked and with big hard ons, Jenn had never seen cocks this big in her life. They were all at least 8 inches long and thick, it made her wet just thinking about one of those inside of her.

Before they started dancing the guy closest to Jenn spotted her in her towel three rows back, seeing her massive cleavage from above and demanded her towel.

Jenn shook her head violently, but the guy kept insisting, and all three guys stopped dancing now waiting. They urged the other girls to help. Jenn yelled, “I can’t! I’m naked under here!” However that just made it much worse. The contestant yelled: “Get me that towel girls!” and to Jenn’s shock, girls around her started to pull at it!

Jenn wasn’t able to keep that towel for long as hands grabbed her from all around. The towel was ripped off her body as she was thrown around in the crowd. She would have been thrown to the ground if there was enough space for her to fall, instead she bounced around amongst the girls near her. The towel was thrown up onto the stage as everyone cheered.

This made the girls leave Jenn alone, she was more stunned than anything, she wasn’t at all embarrassed about being naked, she made no attempt to cover herself now that no one was grabbing, but still everyone was looking. She was just blown away that these strange girls basically assaulted her for her clothes. She felt violated. She just tried to keep her eyes on the stage, looking composed, but then shrieked as she felt something wet on her. Two girls leaned in on either side of her and gave each nipple a little kiss!

Just speechless, Jenn pull away, making her bare breats shake nicely. And thankfully, the real show was about to get going again. Jenn felt very awkward as her now naked body was rubbing up against girl’s bare skin in all directions. Her breasts pushed up against the girl’s back in front of her, a mass of people pushing forwards from behind. Girl’s bikini covered karaman escort breasts pressed against her as they all cheered with their arms in the air. It was a very weird and uncomfortable feeling for Jenn, but she couldn’t deny all the soft skin against her own didn’t feel nice.

Jenn didn’t care who it was, she just wanted one of those guys to fuck her. After the concert, she along with 50 other girls headed backstage. Jenn grabbed a towel from the area and put it on, but found it too small for her whole body, so she wrapped it around her waist and then the guy that had order her to strip approached her, wearing a towel around his waist.

“Hey, see you found another towel.”

Jenn laughed, not really giving a fuck what this guy said, she just wanted to fuck him. “You were good in that contest.”

“So were you, seeing you jump around naked in that crowd really got me turned on.”

“Mmmm, seeing you jump around naked on stage got me turned on.”

“I think I know something we can do then, common.”

He grabbed her hand “My name’s Don by the way.” He led her up the street away from the beach to a dark corner and ripped the towel off her body and pushed her up against a wall.

Jenn just moaned, eager to begin this experience. He crouched down and spread her legs wide as he split her pussy lips with his hand and began to flick his tongue over her already excited clit.

Jenn moaned appreciatively as she ran a hand through his hair, loving having this hot guy knelt down between her legs servicing her. However it didn’t take long before she said “Just fuck me, stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard!”

Don didn’t need to be asked twice, he stood up and let his towel fall to the ground as he stuck his thick, 8 inch dick inside Jenn’s eager pussy and then pinned her tightly against the rough brick wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jenn loved the feeling of the big cock shoved into her tight pussy, it feel more full, every stroke just brought more intensity and pleasure to her body. She held him tightly around the neck as he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her back getting rubbed raw against the brick, but she didn’t even notice.

She was making a ton of noise, surely people blocks away could hear, but it was beyond control. She just loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing that big cock as it slid in and out, in and out, of her slick pussy. Then she could feel the orgasm almost there, her hands traveled to Don’s back and she dug her fingers in as she started to come, her pussy pulsating against his cock, but Don wasn’t done yet and even after Jenn’s orgasm he keep pounding her and Jenn was happy to hang on for the ride, until one final big thrust and a groan, Don came inside her and then stopped, leaving his cock deep inside her as he leaned into her for a bit of a rest before pulling out and setting Jenn down.

“That was awesome sexy. You’re fucking hot,” Dan said.

“Thanks, your big dick felt amazing in me, I’ve never had one that size before.”

“Check my back, did you draw blood?”

“Yeah, sorry, check mine, I’m sure those bricks cut me up.”

“Yup, that looks like it hurts.

“I bet it will tomorrow, I guess we’re even though.”

“Yeah, for sure, gimme your number, maybe we can get together sometime this week again.”

“Sure, bye Don.”

“Wait, I’m taking that towel. Thinking about you walking home naked after I fucked you gets me really turned on.”

“Fuck, I’ll do it. See ya.”

Jenn just took the most direct route home, it was some pretty main streets, but she didn’t care. Even though it was early in the morning when no one should he out, she got a ton of honks and a lot of other walkers stared or yelled across the streets. She passed some groups on the sidewalk going the other way and just smiled mostly as they said stuff to her, or she’d answer their questions politely.

A group of people were passing and the guys asked if she would be in their picture with them. She agreed and one of the girls with them took it. One guy then complimented her breasts and asked if he could give it a quick squeeze. Again, Jenn didn’t care and said it was fine.

He then asked if they could do another picture, but this time, him and a friend would each put a nipple of hers in their mouth. Again Jenn just agreed, they did it and had Jenn give a big smile and a double thumbs up.

The guy then asked if he could touch her pussy, which sounded fine to Jenn, she really saw no problem with her body as a source of pleasure for anyone at this point, but she felt this was going to take long so she said she had to go and no more incidents happened the rest of the short trip, except for the gawking stares of many people as she strolled through the hotel lobby and waited casually for an elevator.

She got in and stared back out as the doors closed, then headed home to find she was first in and showered and fell asleep.

Erin meanwhile kars escort was taken up to the offices where the bar manager wanted her all to himself, Erin was flattered and pleased with how turned on he was by her, he could pick from so many girls. Erin said she was exhausted and he could use her as he liked.

He grabbed her ankles and held them above her head and did as she requested.

Eventually he said he was about to cum and he moved up and came on her face, making her lick off whatever she could, getting any on her fingers and cleaning them, then given her towel back she was ordered back out wearing nothing but that towel and a face full of cum.

Melissa and Mandy were heading to the guy’s hotel room and they spent most of that trip teasing and challenging the guys, seeing what exactly they were getting into, it seemed like the guys would do whatever they said, which was amazing, normally it’s a turnoff to have some guys willing to just do whatever they said, but not tonight. It would be just right. The guys teased them back about walking along public streets in nothing but a towel, occasionally tugging at it when someone would pass by. The girls didn’t like that, not because they cared about someone seeing them naked, just that it felt less playful and more childish right now, but they didn’t care enough to object seriously. The guys they were flashing had probably had a better look not long ago.

They were both eager to be pampered by “love slaves” as they had christened them. They deserved it, they thought, after the great showing they had tonight. The felt like being worshipped personally would be a fitting end to the night.

When they got into the hotel rooms, it was 2 adjoined, they ordered the guys to shower them and get them clean.

So one guy took each girl into the shower, stripped down himself and washed her all over, from feet to face. Melissa was relaxing as this guy really went out of his way to do all the work for her, she eventually couldn’t help herself and started to stroke his cock softly as he worked.

“All clean.” he told Melissa, who let go of his dick.

“Yeah sorry stud, let’s get out of here.”

They then dried off the girls very well, as per their demands, they were then both carried to a different bed in the same room and laid down. It reminded Melissa of yesterday with Erin, but she was in control today and far more relaxed. Melissa rolled over onto her stomach and asked for a 6 hand massage, and Mandy was just rolling with what Melissa asked.

Melissa had one guy work on just her feet, another lower body and another on upper then ordered the same for Mandy.

It felt amazing, they both felt so relaxed, they were also kind of sobering up, not having drank for a few hours now, first time that had happened in a while.

They both just lay there and got totally relaxed as the guys, who all were decent masseuses worked them over.

Melissa the rolled over and spread her legs a bit to allow inner thigh access and they did the same thing, one guy worked her arms and sides while another did her thighs and the third guy stayed on her feet. She’d never had a guy give her a foot massage before, it felt very nice.

One of the guys then suggested that they pick the next activity, the girls agreed to give it a shot and they were told to close their eyes, they both then felt 3 different mouths and tongues all over their bodies, they were licking and kissing from neck to feet, slowly and erotically as they girls lay back, letting the amazing feelings run over them.

The girls loved this, frequently the guys would try to move on to something else but they were quickly ordered back to this, and they obeyed. After over an hour of being treated like sex queens they finally relented and allowed the guys to let it become more sexual.

Both girls felt their legs being gently parted more and now one guy was working on their neck and ears, kissing and biting and sucking, making the girls moan in pleasure, the 2nd was at their breasts, the third would run his fingertips softly over her inner thighs, also running trails of kiss down towards their pussies.

The guys at their pussies teased them for a long time, never actually touching them there as they were aching for it now. Then a gently touch of their lips even though the girls begged for more, until finally, simultaneously they both felt a tongue lick firmly all the way up their slit, causing them to cry in relief.

The pace quicken rapidly, now they both had two guys on their breasts, biting and sucking their nipples as the guy down low was busy working on their clits with his mouth and had inserted two fingers into their pussies.

Both girls quickly built up to orgasm, but the guys sensed it and backed off, slowing down, keeping them on the edge as they begged for more.

Both girls begged for release, but it wasn’t coming, they slowed down, bringing the girls off the brink and then quickly sped up again, kıbrıs escort frustratingly stopping as the girls were seconds away from going.

They continued doing this 5 times, changing positions to stay fresh, the girls now thrashing, desperate for release. They had to hold Melissa’s wrists as she kept trying to furiously rub her clit.

Melissa was begging for anything, “fuck me, lick my clit, finger me harder, put your cock in me.” she wailed randomly. She sure had changed from the timid, conservative girl of a few days ago. She’d had good, hot sex now, and she was addicted to the raw pleasure it provided.

Finally she saw the guy at her pussy pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, he then slid his shorts off and put a condom wrapped dick into her pussy, Melissa moaned in approval and saw that Mandy was getting the same treatment, both of them still had two guys working on their breasts and neck area.

The guys in them went slow however, still not allowing them to cum, but going just fast enough to keep them near the edge. Melissa was crying out in frustration as she shook, her body covered in sweat and saliva.

The guy between her legs changed position a little so he was rubbing her clit as well as he started to fuck her hard. Melissa yelled and just held the two guys arms on either side of her, gripping tightly as she felt that orgasm finally coming.

And came she did, her whole body bouncing involuntarily, she could feel his cock filling her as she writhed on the bed, totally out of control of her own movements. She forced his dick out of her with a strong spasm of her pussy as she squirted again, hitting the guy with a spray of juice.

Mandy was soon after, not as violent as Melissa, but it was probably the best orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe she was just more reserved than Melissa, or exhausted, she’d had a crazy day. She tilted her head back, hands grabbed the guys upper arms beside her as her eyes rolled back in her head and she just felt wave after wave of pleasure totally consume her.

After Melissa had come down, which took like 2 minutes until she could totally relax her body again. The guy that was in her asked if she wanted more. “Oh god yes.” she whispered and he started to fuck her again, and Melissa saw Mandy was getting more too.

The guys each took a turn fucking the girls until they came, and all the girls had to do was lay there, eventually at the guys request they held their own legs up in the air at the knees.

When it was all over and all 6 guys had came, Melissa had came 7 times, Mandy 6, both were totally fucking exhausted.

Mandy, basically too tired to move then ordered them to rub her body lightly all over, so the girls laid back, eyes closed in a blissful state as the guys just lightly massaged them all over.

It felt like they were on an amazing drug, a feeling of ecstasy was in them, after what seemed like forever Mandy opened her eyes and leaned up a bit. “Wow, that was amazing guys, you’re the best. What time is it?”

“Holy shit, 7 am, you were pleasuring us for 5 fucking hours. Wow!” Mandy exclaimed.

“Unbelievable” Melissa mumbled, still in somewhat of a stupor.

“Well I guess let’s get going.” Mandy said.

“hmmm, yeah” said Melissa.

“Where’s our towels, I guess we’ll just wear those home.” Mandy said, not really caring.

So they each grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped them around their bodies, but two guys insisted they walk them home. The girls didn’t care, so with that the 4 of them departed and discussed the last night with great fondness.

When they arrived at the room the girls each gave 1 guy a long kiss and then removed their towels and collapsed into bed holding each other tightly, they were both freezing cold from walking naked in the brisk night air.

They awoke the next day with and met each other’s eyes with a sheepish grin to find they were still in a tight, naked embrace, Melissa’s face resting against Mandy’s shoulder, just above her breast, while they could each feel each others soft bodies pressed up tightly against each other. They could both feel each other’s heart beating along with their nipples against their own body.

Melissa softly moaned and pressed herself up tightly against Mandy against as she reacted by hugging her close, they both feel back asleep and stayed like that despite the other two girls making a ton of noise soon after going to get breakfast. They both also saw the two girls cuddling and joked but Mandy and Melissa were sound asleep as they laughed and made jokes about the two naked girls cuddled up together.

Returning from breakfast, Jenn and Erin shook Melissa till she acknowledged them. “You guys ready to get up yet? “

Melissa groggily shook her head no and re tucked herself into Mandy.

“Ok, we’ll just be shopping or at the beach or around, get in touch when your up. Have a good sleep lovebirds.

Still exhausted, and feeling incredibly secure Melissa just dropped her head back to Mandy’s chest and fell right back to sleep.

While they slept the other 2 just browsed the shops around them, had some ice cream and just relaxed basically, finally at like 2 pm they got a text from Melissa “Lunch?”

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Chapter 02:

“After The Game”

Feedback is welcome.

So….. to re-cap……. Before we were married my wife (Dee) and I rented a nice 4 bedroom house outside of Brighton that we initially shared with 5 other people from University. Eventually it was just us so to help pay the rent my wife had an old friend of hers stay and rent out a room. Sanne is European, has a firm voluptuous figure and back then was a trainee doctor who was studying and working a lot.

However, things got interesting when she started to take every opportunity to see me naked (partly because I allowed and got a thrill from it) and eventually wanking. This led to a bet between us during Euro ’96 as England had made the semi final. I’d not got much of a chance to see Sanne naked, just a quick glimpse one night as she bent over in front of me. Sanne was quite dominating and her boyfriend John did as he was told.

Anyway…… The bet was that if England did win she would let me shave her pussy for her as it needed a trim, but if they lost and Germany won then I would have to wank off for her whilst she video taped it and I was to make sure I did whatever she said for the making of ‘her little wank movie’. I agreed and anybody who watched Euro ’96 will know what happened next!

So I am in the pub surrounded by my friends and pretty drunk. The penalty shoot-out had the who pub in silence until it happened……… MISSED! Germany had won. At first I was gutted as I really thought England were going all the way……. Then ‘OH FUCK’ Sanne’s wank video was now most likely a reality. This thrilled me somewhat as I enjoyed showing myself off to her, but at the same time this was going to be on tape for anybody she saw fit to show it to!

I was at pains to know what might happen because of this result but very keen to get into it. My biggest issue was going to be with Dee as I didn’t know what she might do if she found out. I was fairly sure Sanne had never spoken to her about anything that happened as Dee had never said a word about it and I assumed she would have if she did know.

I didn’t get in until gone eleven that night and was more than a little pissed, drowning my sorrows. I walked in to find Sanne and Dee on the sofa watching the late night news, one of the headlines being England’s exit in the penalty shoot-out. Dee looked over at me and cave me consolidation and said things to try and make me feel better. Sanne however had a huge grin on her smug face, “Told you!” was all she said as I stumbled out into the kitchen to get a coffee and think about what I was going to about our bet.

Sanne came into the kitchen asking if I’d do her a coffee too. I called through to offer one to Dee but she said she was just off kırşehir escort to bed as she had to be up early to take her friend to the airport. Once made I sat on the sofa to watch something that wasn’t news or football and ended on a sci-fi movie. As I sat there Sanne came in with a black canvas bag and said, “I’d better make sure the batteries for this are all charged.” She held up the bag allowing me to see the Panasonic logo and making sure I knew it was her camcorder bag.

I decided to front her and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it and had assumed it was all a joke. She finished setting up her charger then stormed over to me with a look of thunder on her face. “You fucking little worm…… you will do it or I will fuck you up!”

From Sanne this was really odd behaviour and I could tell she knew I was taken aback. She then stood, smiled and walked away saying that I would do it or Dee might be told of everything that had already happened. A part of me (guess which part) really wanted to the show for Sanne but the sensible part was telling me that showing is one thing but leaving a permanent record of it on tape was different.

I was in a bad state due to the lost bet and the lost game so went to bed still a little too drunk to sleep properly. I tossed and turned all night with so much crap in my mind but as I thought about the video I got very hard and had to have a sly wank as I lay next to Dee. It was a very slow one and my orgasm was immense, so much so I shot onto the wall above the headboard then my chest. I cleaned up and slept like a log.

It was a full week before I had a chance to speak to Sanne again as we were both so busy with work and other things. It was Sunday and I was on my own because Sanne was on the night shift and Dee had gone see her mother in London. I’d just finished lunch when Sanne walked into the kitchen looking more than a bit tired wearing a white robe. We chatted for a bit and I made her toast as she told me about her night shift.

As she told me about it the story got to a chap who she had caught wanking on the ward. She told me how he’d broken both his legs in a car crash and was stuck in bed and as such couldn’t get to the toilets to do it like most guys on the ward. She went on to tell me how she stood in the shadows (the ward is fairly dark at night) and watched for a minute or so then went towards him. She explained how he stopped as she neared but a distinctive tent was visible in the sheets. She said that she didn’t want to embarrass him but she would pull the curtains for him if he wanted. She said she was expecting him to be all coy but instead thanked her and before she’d finished closing him in he’d pushed the covers malatya escort down to expose what she referred to as a monster cock, reddened, swollen and throbbing. She said the cheeky fucked asked if she wanted to stay but she thought it best not to ruin her career for it and left, all be it slowly. She laughed as she told me how she asked a nurse to check up on him and give a bed bath ten minutes later and how she’ll be interested to hear about it tonight.

I suppose the story had an effect on me and I too was tenting, my cotton boxers misshapen by my hard-on. Of course Sanne was quick to notice (not that was hiding it).

“Pants off Tony…. Show me that hard little dick!”

As you’d expect I was unable to resist her demands and was naked in seconds, my hard dick pointing right at her. She actually thanked me and ushered me into the lounge where I sat in the armchair. Sanne came over and took my legs hanging them over the arms of the chair leaving me spread-eagled and exposed, my heavy balls hanging over the base of the chair.

“Don’t FUCKING move!”

Sanne then ran across the room and grabbed her video camera. I knew that if I wanted to bug-out this was my chance but I decided that I was just going to enjoy it.

Sanne fiddled for a minute with the camera then pointed it at me and started speaking what I guessed to be some kind of introduction but she was speaking in Dutch and I had little or no clue as to what she was saying. She came closer and signalled for me to start wanking with the usual hand signal. I slowly brought my hand to my cock and it was swollen beyond anything I can remember as I slowly began to stroke. I knew this was going to be difficult to maintain as I was so horny and really up for this. Sanne continued with her commentary as she circled around my chair to show my cock from every possible angle, finishing with a close up of my balls slapping against the edge of the sofa. I watched her intently as she moved away and just stood their filming hardly moving, her eyes looking at me stroke but looking at the screen every now and then to ensure she was not missing anything.

I slowly wanked myself off, trying to make it last as Sanne stopped her commentary, not more than five words of which I understood. She began lowering her stance to a squat to get a lower angle on the filming. As I looked her way I noticed that this squatting position gave me a clear and unobstructed view of her pussy, the robe parting either side of her thighs. This was just what I wanted to see, the wisps of dark blonde hair glistening in the light as she squatted there.

After another minute or so had passed she looked me in the eye and saw were I was looking. I wasn’t expecting it niğde escort but she shouted at me calling me a fucking pervert and slamming her legs tight together to obscure my view. She spoke in Dutch again, briefly pointing the camera at her face then to my face. She got up and came closer to me and slapped me across the face! I was taken by surprise and stopped jerking to touch my face. Sanne stepped back and shouted at me in Dutch followed by what I assumed to be the English translation.

“Don’t you fucking stop stroking that little dick!”

I grabbed a hold of myself again and continued my stroking but I’d lost track of time now and wasn’t really sure how long we’d been doing this. I knew I was close and said as much to Sanne. She came in closer with the camera, leaning in to get a close up of my cock head as I slowed my strokes to boost the impending orgasm.

As Sanne got closer she leaned further forward which again allowed me a view of her flesh. The robe gaped a little allowing me to see her breasts as they hung free in front of me and her movements were giving me brief glimpses of her nipples that were puffed out and swollen looking like small dark pink seashells. I was now past the point of no return and felt the familiar rush of my orgasm, my slow strokes making last until I eventually shot a huge string of cum into the air, landing on my shoulder, belly and the last of it oozing over my hand. I could feel my heart pounding under my skin and I was totally spent!

Sanne continued her commentary then turned the camera on herself as she continued to speak, her speech broken up with little bouts of laughter at what she was saying, all of which was alien to me. I looked over to the clock on the DVD player and realised I’d lasted over 25 minutes so felt quite impressed with myself but was brought back to the video as Sanne put the camera back on me, coming close again to show my cum dripping down my body.

Sanne next put the tips of the fingers from her left hand and scooped some of my cum up and smothered it around my cheeks and lips, then did it again from another pool of my cum further down. Whilst I’m not a fan of the taste of my own cum I instinctively licked my lips and didn’t give a fuck about the taste. I was still very turned on and my hard-on hadn’t gone away yet, it was tender and pulsing away with little drips of cum still oozing out the end, not missed by Sanne and her camera as she wiped my cum off her hand in my hair.

I brought my legs around to stand up and Sanne didn’t stop me so I headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I noticed she followed with the camera still recording and she ran past me just before the stairs and walked up backwards in front of me, filming my still hard dick jumping left and right with my steps. Once on the landing Sanne stopped and spoke again in Dutch before telling me to give a bow, which I sort of did and she stopped the camera.

“Well done Tony…… that was excellent! Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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As Her laughter fades down the hallway, Her dog Titan barks twice. A quick ruff ruff. i think he is confused by his freedom, as i lay locked in his crate. i can hear him walking around, but am unable see him. i am blindfolded with my hands cuffed behind my back. The only clothes i have on are a pair of soft pink panties. My tiny little dick is locked in chastity, already straining to try to get hard even though there is nothing happening to tease it. Just being locked in this cage is turning me on. Princess is going out for a night drinking and clubbing with her friends. She has my credit card and is putting all of the drinks for the evening on it. She told me she would tell her friends that the pathetic little piggy paying for their drinks all night was locked in a dog crate in chastity. i want her friends laughing at me too. i always enjoy making women laugh, it just seems the best way to do so is to utterly humiliate and degrade myself in front of them.

The last thing i saw before i was cuffed and blindfolded were Her beautiful feet sliding into Her open toe black high heel pumps. i had bought them for Her a month or so ago, but this was Her first time wearing them out. As my reward for purchasing them for Her, She had trampled me and crushed my cock with them the day She got them, but had yet to wear them since. They were incredibly sexy shoes. They were not as fancy as some of the others in Her collection, but were simple, classic and sexy as hell.

The plan was that She would walk around dirty night clubs all night, running up the bill on my card and my reward would be licking Her shoes clean when She returned. There was also the understanding by both of us that She might bring a guy back to fuck. She was a beautiful woman going out drinking and it had been days since She had gotten some nice hard cock. It did not seem too far fetched that she would be able to attract a willing alpha male.

One pleasant surprise for me was that after i was blindfolded and lead into the cage, i heard my Princess piss into a dog bowl and place it in the cage with me.

“In case You get thirsty piggy,” She giggled as She set the bowl in the cage. She then removed the leash from my collar, closed the door and locked it. The aroma of Her fresh piss was intoxicating. i crawled over and quickly lapped some up. It was warm and pungent and quite delicious. Not as special as drinking directly from the tap as i had on a few very fortunate occasions, but still a delectable treat.

“Don’t go overboard piggy. If you relieve yourself in the cage You will have to sleep in it all night. Maybe I will let you out to pee when i get back.”

“Yes Princess,” i replied.

“Hmmm doggies don’t talk. Bark for me bitch.”

“Ruff ruff’ i whined.

She laughed. “You can do better than that doggie. Bark like You are going to miss your Princess.”

i barked the best i could. Titus joined in, easily overriding my weak sissy ruffs with a loud masculine bark.

“At least I have one good doggie,” she cooed. i heard Her petting him lovingly as he yipped quietly in approval.

i have very little concept of time as i sit in the cold dark cage. i try to lap up some piss at consistent intervals, but the timing probably fluctuates greatly. The only real proof that time is passing at all is that Her piss is growing colder. Cold, stale piss is far more acrid and harder to get down, but i remain confident i will finish the bowl before She returns.

Sensory deprivation is new to me. i can still hear, though there is not much to pick up on. Titan wrestles around on occasion, the AC and refrigerator hum. There are no noises from outside. No talking. No television. My thoughts begin to drift into darkness. The idea of being locked in a cage while Princess is out having fun was a hot one. i had never been caged for an extended period of time before. It seemed like an appropriate sacrifice. Princess leaving me a bowl of piss to lap up is definitely a treat. i am not allowed the privilege of tasting Her essence nearly as often as i would like. She wants me to enjoy suffering for Her, not just suffer for the sake of suffering. i trust Her motives. But it is so dark. And my knees hurt. i am horny but my cock has long stopped straining against its prison. It hangs limp and tiny and lifeless. How nature intended for a beta male like myself. I try to imagine what Princess is up to. Drinking, laughing, dancing, flirting. It is so difficult to not even be able to text her my desperate thoughts. Or receive teasing messages from her.

She has probably encountered multiple guys She would be interested in fucking. She would never fuck me. She controls my finances, my social life, my orgasms, sometimes even what i eat. But some random guy at a club may get the chance to penetrate Her perfect pussy. It seems so unfair. i sacrifice everything i can for Her. My reward is being locked in a cage. i shake my head back and forth tying to rid it of these self pitying thoughts. i slurp up some room temperature pee. It helps. This was my gift. kuşadası escort This is where i belong. i wouldn’t even like the club. The music would be all loud and terrible. They would have an awful beer selection. i would be distracted by other hot women. i don’t want other hot women. i want Princess. i crave and relish Her control. And She values me to some extent. She may fuck some guy at the club, but She talks to me more. She helps me plan when to pay my bills and how much to pay. That’s special. i breath out deeply, relieved and calm. i lay down on my side to take some of the pressure off my knees. There is just enough room to lay this way in moderate comfort. i drift away. Not necessarily to sleep, but in a trance. My mind grows clear and content.

My trance is broken when i hear the dog bark. At first i am annoyed at having my tranquility shattered. But as i strain my ears, i hear the click of approaching heels. Then the sound of a key scraping the lock. My Princess has returned! A sharp pain immediately radiates from my cock cage as my neglected member presses stubbornly against the metal walls of its confinement.

“Hey Titan!! Did you miss your Mommy??” She coos in Her loving dog voice. King Titan whimpers and barks excitedly as i hear Her pet him. i get myself upright and crawl to the front of the cage. i am so excited. i hear myself panting and feel my tongue hanging out. She walks into the kitchen and i hear the clang of dog food tumbling down into the metal bowl. Titan begins chewing eagerly.

“And how is my little piggy?” my Princess asks, finally acknowledging me.

A thousand responses rush through my head. Horny! Pathetic! i miss You! But she called me piggy. i am feeling animalistic. i oink eagerly in response.

She giggles. “Good piggy. Oink for Your Owner.”

“Oink oink oink.” i add in some snorts. i feel so low in stature but so happy and at home in my depravity.

“Mmmm. Your Princess had a good time out piggy. She spent quite a bit of your money. How does that make you feel? You can answer in words this time loser.”

“i am so grateful You allowed me to fund Your night out Princess. Thank You for giving my work purpose.”

“Awwww you are welcome bitch boy. It is an honor to buy Me and My friends drinks isn’t it?”

“Yes Princess. It is an absolute honor.”

“And we did go to some kinda dirty clubs. I made sure to walk through the bathroom in all of them. My new shoes did get a little dirty. Would you like to see?”

“Yes, Princess!” I squeal in excitement. i feel her hands reach into the cage and untie my blindfold. i blink back the blindness from the sudden rush of light to my pupils and stare downward. Goddess lifts her shoes up one by one to show me the bottoms. They are kind of dirty. There are all kinds of different shades of smudges and one has a tiny little piece of white stuck to it. Probably toilet paper.

“What do you think loser? Are my shoes still sexy?”

“Yes Princess.”

“Well I do think they need to be cleaned. And I think you have been a good enough piggy tonight to do so with your disgusting tongue.”

“Thank You Princess,” i whimper graciously.

She confidently undoes the lock from the cage, opens the door and saunters sexily over to the couch. i can tell She has had some drinks, but She just oozes class and sexuality. There is nothing sloppy about Her gait. She plops down on the couch with a satisfied sigh. i scurry over on my hands and knees. She lifts up Her left foot without a word. i support it with my hands the best i can, stick my tongue out and get to work. i start with the heel. It is not a stiletto and has a small rectangular base. i lick it gingerly. It tastes like clean, unworn shoe. Not a speck of dirt. i lick a few times and then begin to gently suck the tip of the heel. i glance up at Her, seeking approval or encouragement. She is engrossed in Her phone and paying me no attention. i take the heel a little deeper down my throat, licking and swirling my tongue around it the entire time. After a few seconds i feel her hand pressing on the back of my head. She wants me to deep throat it. i push my face down on the entire heel and feel it stab the back of my throat. i hold it without gagging until i feel Her hand let up.

“Mmmm hmmmm,” she moans. Pleased, but still acting disinterested. i catch my breath and wait to see if She will guide me further with Her hand or words. She does neither. i begin to lick the base of the shoe. Now i start to taste some dirt and grime. There are a few specs of actual dirt that transfer from my tongue to the roof of my mouth. i stop licking for long enough to swallow them down and then continue to cover every inch of the bottom of Her shoe with my eager saliva. It begins to taste different as the dirt leaves the shoe and fills my mouth and throat. Once the main bottom of the shoe begins to taste like just shoe, similar to the heel, i repeat the process on the arch. The angle of my licking becomes difficult from my knees, kocaeli escort so i drop down onto my back. Without looking up or saying a word, Princess notices my switch and calmly moves the heel over my face so i have the prefect angle to access the arch with my tongue. The heel presses down on my forehead , the front of the shoe on my chin. i am in heaven.

i lose track of time licking the arch of Her left shoe. This is inherently my place in life. Laying on my back while the dirt from Her shoes is rubbed across my tongue and face. Eventually She slides Her foot up slightly and lowers Her heel down my throat. i accept it graciously. i suck for all that i am worth, making love to Her heel with my mouth. Eagerly lifting and lowering my head in time as i suck from top to bottom. At one point i have the entire heel down my throat. i hold it as long as i can, suppressing the urge to gag. As i eventually pull away i inevitably cough and spew spittle all over her previously licked clean heel.

She chuckles from up above me, quickly glances down to survey the damage, and goes right back to her phone. “Silly little bitch. Lick up your spit now,” She commands me. i eagerly do so with long purposeful licks. Soon the heel is as clean as it was before. She looks down again. Without a word, She moves Her left foot away and lifts the other one. i quickly rise to my knees and scurry over a few inches, taking the new project in my hands. i see the piece of paper sticking to the main bottom. i start there. i lick several times with all the force i can muster before the small salty square of white comes loose into my mouth. i quickly gulp it down and continue licking. The remainder of this shoe also tastes dirtier than the last. i can almost feel my tongue growing darker from the dirt and grime that is lifted from the groves of the shoe and sticking to my tongue. i try to imagine how dirty all the floors were at the clubs. So many different people walking around, sloshing drinks all over.

A slow ache begins to build up in my caged cock. i pull back and look at the areas i have been caressing with my dirty tongue. It actually does look much cleaner. i am doing my job. Pride begins to swell in my stomach as i move down toward the heel. i lick and suck and kiss up and down all over again, this time successfully deep throating it without covering it with my spit. Once the heel appears clean, i lay on my back once more. Princess perceptively places Her heel on my forehead again but presses down a little bit harder. i gasp a bit, attempting to emit as little noise as possible as i go about licking the arch clean. i am so deep in sub space that my simplistic piggy mind is nearly empty. Just lick lick lick swallow, lick lick lick swallow.

“That’s enough piggy,” Princess informs me, breaking me slightly out of my trace. She pulls Her shoe away. “I was very generous to let you lick my shoes that long wasn’t I?”

“Yes Princess,” i nod excitedly. “Very generous. Thank You so much.”

“Mmm hmmm. Now remove my shoes and start rubbing my feet. They have been cooped up in these shoes all night.” She sets Her phone down and reaches for the remote. She clicks the TV on and proceeds to ignore me again. i return to the left foot and with as much grace and precision as i can muster, unbuckle Her shoe and slide it off. The instructions were to rub, but as soon as the shoe is off She presses it firmly against my nose. i leave my hands by my sides and inhale as deeply as possible. A little sweaty, but not after gym dirty. Still quite the treat. She presses harder and i lean forward, pressing my face in as much as possible. Her heel now covers my mouth and i can’t breathe. i press and press as if my face will become one with Her foot if i try hard enough. Eventually she pulls back and i gasp for air. She holds Her foot expectantly in the air, still staring at the TV as if am i not there. i barely register the sounds coming from the TV. The gorgeous dark brown size 8 foot in front of my face is my entire world. i grab it with both hands and begin to vigorously rub the arch with each thumb.

“Gentler bitch,” comes the heavenly voice from above. i lessen my energy slightly and begin to gently rub up and down with my thumbs. Then i move up to gently caress each toe with my thumb and index finger. My nose is not in contact with any part of Her, but i continue to inhale deeply and take in as much of the aroma as i can. i already want to start licking, but She will decide when to move from hand to tongue. After rubbing each toe twice, i slide down to the heel. Being the least sensitive part, i can use a little more pressure on the heel, alternating thumbs as i had on the arch.

“Mmmm good bitch,” i hear Her morn softly. My heart pounds in my chest. Princess is not one to toss compliments around or stoke my ego. Just being allowed in Her service is a compliment in Her eyes. And of course i agree with that sentiment. But hearing Her moan ‘good bitch’ while she tries to relax and ignore me is about as good as life gets konya escort for me. i continue rubbing the heel with similar force for a few minutes before going back to the arch and repeating the whole process. When i finish the heel the second time, She lowers Her foot and raises the other. No licking yet. i hasten to remove the other shoe.

i repeat the same process with the second foot. Rub up and down the arch, rub each toe twice, rub the heel for a few minutes. Repeat. i can little specs of skin rubbing off as i massage. i want to lick them so badly. i long to swallow every discarded piece of my Princess’s perfect body. But there have still been no instructions to lick. i continue to rub and sneak a glance up at my Princess. She looks so regal. Just laying on the couch, watching TV, but still dressed up in her sexy club attire. She yawns and glances down at me.

“Aww you don’t look too happy to be rubbing my tired feet piggy. What’s wrong?” she asks playfully.

Uh oh. i know i have no reason to pout. Tonight has been everything i wanted it to be. i should be smiling from ear to ear, lost in submissive bliss. But She has already noticed my look of longing. No point in lying now. “i am very happy to be rubbing Your feet Princess. Touching any part of You is a blessing and a privilege. i am extremely grateful to be in this position. i just want to taste Your feet so badly. i can feel the sweat and grime on them and it makes me want to lick them more and more.”

“hmmm I don’t know piggy. Your treat tonight was licking my shoes. Do you really think you deserve to lick my shoes and my feet? After all i only spent about $250 on Your card tonight for my drinks. Maybe if I had spent $600 I would feel more motivated to give you what you want.”

i cringe a little and feel my cock swell in its cage. $250 really isn’t that bad. i have been drained far worse for my Princess’s pleasure. But the reminder of the financial implications of my position still cause a little shudder of body and cock alike.

“It is always entirely up to You what You think i deserve Princess. i have tried to be a good piggy today and do everything asked of me. But i would not dare suggest that i deserve a reward. Every second spend with You is a reward. It would be wonderful if You wanted my piggy tongue licking Your feet clean but if You do not, i have no choice but to accept that.”

“Very true piggy. It was always about what I want. I am Your owner.” i nod heartily in agreement. “Hmmm your tongue may feel nice on my dirty feet, but after licking my shoes clean, I am not sure your tongue would clean my feet properly. In fact, it might make them dirtier. Here, stick your slutty little tongue out for me piggy.”

i stick my tongue out as far as i can. Princess laughs. “You are such a pathetic little slut. Your tongue is so fucking dirty. There is no way I am letting you put that dirty ass tongue on my feet. I could let you go wash it, but I think you probably want to go to sleep with my shoe dirt on your pathetic tongue.”

i feel shame burning my face, my cheeks instantly redden. i lick the roof of my mouth and do feel some granules rub off. My tongue must actually be visibly dirty. i swallow the dirt from the roof of my mouth. “Yes Princess, it would be a honor to sleep with the dirt from Your shoes on my tongue.”

Princess laughs. “You are one dirty, pathetic bitch. But don’t worry loser. I do have a treat for you. Go lay down with your legs in the cage and your head just sticking out.” i crawl quickly over to the cage and do as i am told. Princess stays on the couch for a few more minutes watching TV, ignoring me. Eventually, she turns the TV off, gets up and walks over where i lay. She stands above my head.

“I have to pee pretty badly after all those drinks tonight. You know I normally like to relieve myself directly into your pathetic mouth so you have no choice but to swallow. But since your mouth is so dirty from my shoes, I do not want it anywhere near this pussy. But since you have been an obedient little piggy today, I will give you some of the piss you crave to wash down all that shoe dirt.” She laughs again. “You’re just going to have to catch it.”

She slides her panties to the side and hikes up her dress. i gaze upon Her heavenly pink hole. It looks so glorious, up a few feet above my head. i belong beneath this heavenly creation. Soon, Her golden nectar begins to cascade from Her perfect hole. i eagerly open my mouth to accept this most treasured gift. After drinking the cold, stale pee while She was out, it is incredible to taste it hot from the source once again. i chug and choke down as much as i can. She doesn’t slow her flow to allow me to catch up, and soon Her precious piss is spilling out of my mouth and onto my chest. i swallow as quickly as i can and open up for more. i can hear Her laughing above me.

“Too much for you bitch?” she questions. She moves back a few inches. i try to scoot back as quickly as i can but i am too late. Her warm stream hits me right between the eyes and drips down my nose. i position my mouth to recapture my warm salty prize. i am getting into rhythm of catching in my mouth and swallowing when this time she moves forward. The warm liquid drenches my chest hair. She moves up further still and expels her piss onto my locked up cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Heart pounding I am finally standing naked in front of my wife wearing only a cock cage. “What the fuck is that” she looks at me in disbelief. “A cock cage; it’s a CB-6000.” I reply as bravely as I can.

“Okay…why the fuck are you wearing it?” Well, the thing is I kind of masturbate a lot and I was hoping this could… “Define a lot.”

“At least 5 times a day.”

“What! You cannot be serious! We have sex 3 times a week, how is that even possible?”

“I really don’t know why, Mel. I’m just always horny and can’t stop myself!”

Her reaction was hard to gauge. “So that’s your solution? It seems barbaric and weird…your balls…look sore…that can’t be comfortable.”

“It surprisingly is. I’m not in any pain at all.”

“So what? This just seems stupid.”

“Well… I have the keys here and thought maybe you could hold them and let me out when you think I deserve it.”

“Are you serious? You just said you cum 5 times a day God knows how long it’s been going on.”

“I just was hoping.”

“Just…just get dressed and go to work.”

“Do you want the keys?”

“No I don’t! I’m not into this, take the keys leave the keys do as you please! I’m going Pilates and meeting my sister after.”

“Okay I’ll just leave them here for now.”

Crushed, I got dressed and made my way to work. I don’t know what I expected. Actually, I do; thought she’d get hot by the idea and boy was I wrong…but I had to tell her…didn’t I? I can’t explain it, but I know I need my cock in the cage. I just don’t feel complete without it.

Work was a drag and I was not looking forward to going home. I hope Mel wasn’t still pissed. Maybe I can learn to live without the cage. Fuck this annoying, I wish I had brought the key.

As I got home putting the key in the door I hear laughing, guess Mel’s sister Steph is still here.

“Hey Sammy.” Steph shouts.

“Hey how’s it going?” I shout back.

“We’re drunk.” Mel replies.

“I can see that, how was Pilates?”

“We didn’t go.” Steph says. “Mel said she needed to get hammered and have girl talk.”

HOLY FUCK. My blood is cold. Did she tell Steph? What the fuck? OMG, I’m trembling. “Anything I should know about?” I manage to get out without my voice giving anything away with my heart pounding in my chest.

“Nope.” Replies Steph necking her glass. “When I got here, Mel said she was over it. So we just got drunk instead.”

I finally felt like I could breathe again.

“Okay, I’m off. Bye, Mel. Later, Sammy.”

“Bye, Steph.” I sigh. Mel just gives a little salute to her sister as she leaves.

I grab a beer from the fridge, pop the top, and Mel starts to talk.

“Sooo…your, um, fetish.”

“Someone’s been on Google.” I interject.

“Do you want to hear me out or not.” she snaps.

“Sorry, go on.” I say slightly taken aback.

“Your fetish…kink, whatever. It’s an itch and you need to scratch it. I think the idea is novel to you and truly believe you’ll hate it, but I guess we have to get it out of your system.”

“Okay… so what you thinking?” I reply trying not to jump for joy.

She pours another drink. “Yes I Googled it, and they actually have a guideline…rulebook…commandments whatever you want to call it, on how ‘a keyholder’ should begin. It says to start with a few hours, then a day, releasing at night, and then work your way up to a week.”

I interrupt happily. “Yeah, hun, sounds good to me.”

“STOP.” She cuts me off. “We’re not doing that.” She gets up. Walks over to the cupboard and grabs her manicure set. She knows I hate it when she does her nails, while talking to me… she’s punishing me.

“Do you have the keys?” “No, I left them on the dresser.” I respond. “Okay well, they’re gone!”

“Gone? Gone where? Did you throw them out? Or…”

“Will you shut up!” Mel roars at me.

“Sorry.” I murmur.

“Urgh, I read men start to beg to get out, so I got rid of them!”

“Okay, but why?”

She cuts me off again. “It’s only a padlock, Sam. So we can cut it off if you decide you’ve had enough.” She starts to file her nails. Not even looking at me she starts. “I don’t like this! I don’t want this! So let’s cure you of it. You can stay locked up for 30 days!”

“30 DAYS ISN’T THAT A BIT MUCH?” I plead, shellshocked.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, SAM! I don’t want to do this! So you can wait 30 days or cut the lock off and be done with it!”

“Okay, sorry I guess this is a bit much for you”.

“Yeah, it is! Also, don’t think I’m going to have you as my sex slave. I’m not dripping at denying you and it’s pissing me off I don’t get none either.”

“Well I still could, you know we have toys.”

“Nope, I’m good! I’ll see to myself.”

“Okay, Mel, I appreciate you giving it a go at least.” I say trying to give a smile.

“Health-wise, you’re suppose to cum once a week. Since your cage rize escort isn’t coming off, we can get the strapon you were always too scared for me to have, and once a week you can cum that way.”

“I guess I don’t really have a choice.” I shrug.

“Yes you do. Take it off, or take it in your ass! That’s your choice.”

“Yes, sorry, Mel.”

“That’s it. I’m drunk, I’m going to bed.” She says angrily, as she slams her nail file down and storms out the kitchen, and up the stairs.

I stay up drinking, thinking to myself. Not what I was expecting, but not a complete rejection. Maybe she’ll come around…but 30 days though. That’s a long time. Fuck it. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. I say to myself as I open another beer.

I wake up the in the morning. I must have passed out in my chair. Mel was gone, no note, and my phone was dead. I put it on charge, and had a shower.

In the shower taking extra time to clean my cage. I was thinking about Mel’s decision. Is she right? Is this just a impulsive fantasy? Will 30 days locked be too much? Will it put me right off? What if I cum in the cage? What if it feels better through the cage than normally?

FUCK. I was getting hard, but it’s not as painful as I’ve read, it feels good. The cage is fitted, I’m slightly bigger than average. I did have to force my fella in. But it does feel good getting hard with it on.

It’s would push at the cage trying to escape, then retreat and attack immediately. Like a battering ram hitting a door over and over. I find extremely pleasurable. 30 days…that’ll be easy. I’m already one day down anyways.

Getting dressed, I check my phone. Mel had sent a message.

-saw you asleep didn’t want to wake you, didn’t know when you passed out. My mom’s stopping by later she has some stuff to drop off leave it in the kitchen I’ll put it away later Mel xXx-

Well, at least she doesn’t seem to be pissed off anymore. Better get the coffee on. My mother-in-law, Cassie, always makes herself at home. We have a good relationship to be fair. Just really want to talk to Mel, and not entertain.

There goes the doorbell, Cassie’s here. “You alright there Sammy? The boxes are in the trunk. Is the coffee on?”

“Yeah, Cassie help yourself. I won’t be a minute.” As I bring the boxes in Cassie has made two coffees. “So, Sammy how are you holding up?”

“I’m okay, Cassie. No complaints, you know me.”

“That’s good, cage not too tight then?” My body recoils. My heart stops. I can feel as the blood drains from my face. No way, nope, can’t be, must have misheard. My heart starts to beat again, now trying to pound its way out of my chest. I look at Cassie, just sitting there, dead still and stone faced. No way someone is that relaxed after just slipping that comment in there. I take a gulp.

“Sorry, Cassie. What was that?” I try not splutter, while simultaneously doing my best not to let my heavy breathing and heart palpitations become obvious.

“Sorry, Sammy. I was just saying how’s the cage on your cock feeling?” She nods toward my groin.

My heart has stopped again. I’ve flat lined. I know it. Please just die now. I didn’t need the cage anymore, my cock and balls felt like they’ve shrivelled up into my stomach. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. I just stood there, mouth so dry. I couldn’t talk if I wanted too. It seemed like hours I was froze there, but was certainly just seconds.

Cassie just starts to speak “I only ask as Mel said she thought your balls looked quite…shall we say, snug? And possibly…a little too tight?” She takes a sip of coffee watching me. “But I told her better snug than too loose. You don’t want the balls getting caught or yanked every time he moves!”

I’d finally began breathing again, and couldn’t believe how much Cassie knew.

“Oh and she said you went for a black one. I said oh that’s a nice touch.” She says with a wink.”

I’m dead, I must be. I’m completely paralyzed and can’t feel a thing, completely numb.

“Sammy? What’s wrong?” She looks at me puzzled.

She cannot be serious. This is mental, I feel sick. I just want to collapse and die!

“Sammy, I’ve known you for almost 15 years! Not once have you ever been embarrassed with me! Well? Are you going to say something?” She says matter of factly.

I’m still paralysed with fear. Unable to move or speak.

“Your coffee will be cold.” She nods towards my cup. Still reeling, I pick my cup and drink it in one. “I don’t know what to say, Cassie.” In barly a whisper.

“Sammy. You know me sweetheart live and let live I say. Nothing to be ashamed of my love.”

“Did Mel tell Steph?” I ask in my downward spiral.

“Relax, Sammy. Just me. She wanted advice and called me first.”

“Okay. Cool.” Now trying to find my bearings, and hopefully take control of the situation. I sit down at the kitchen table, feeling broken and betrayed.

“Sammy” Cassie starts. “This is never going to work for you, if you’re sakarya escort crippled by it. I’m not saying shout it from the tree tops mind you, but be proud, don’t be ashamed. YOLO, remember, isn’t that what your always saying.”

“Yeah I guess so, Cassie, you just caught me off guard is all.”

“That’s better.” Cassie smiles. “You’re beginning to look like yourself again.” She winks.

“Thanks still feel awkward though.”

“Don’t be. I just wanted to rip the band aid off one time. Should’ve had better tact”

“It’s cool, Cassie. But I’m going to have a whiskey now.”

“Better make it a double. I want you comfortable!”

“Comfortable?” I reply pouring myself a drink.

“Well obviously, I want to see it, Sammy.”

I knock back the whiskey and pour another. “Cassie…I err…I really don’t think that’s appropriate.”

She grabs my drink takes a swig. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

My head now spinning. “Well for starters…I’m…um, your son in law.”

Cassie puts her finger too my lips. “Tut tut, if I wasn’t allowed to see…why would I have the key?” Cassie pulls down her shirt and in between her breasts, above her bra is a silver chain with a key on it.

I’m dumbfounded. I just sitting there mouth wide open, looking at the key snuggling in between Cassie’s beautiful black breasts. I’d never found her attractive. She’s pretty. She stands 5’7, over-weight, but has huge tits. There is no way she’s sexy by any stretch of the imagination. But my cock…my cock has now come back to life, and the cage is bouncing. My cock wants to be free, and she has the key.

“You seem flustered?”

“I am.” I gulp.

“Good.” She smiles as she pours herself a whiskey. “Look, Sammy. You’re young and in need of attention. I have a key, so how about you run upstairs and I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Cassie, I really don’t think we should do this.” I plead.

“I wasn’t asking. Now get upstairs!”

I turn from Cassie and start to make my way upstairs.

As I enter the bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed confused. I’m a little excited and a little sick to be honest. I hear Cassie making her way up the stairs. My head is hanging I really don’t know what to do. This can’t be happening.

“Naughty boy.” Cassie purrs. “Why are you still dressed?” As I look up Cassie is in her underwear black and white silky bra and French knickers. She’s also holding a brown leather bag. I hadn’t noticed it before. “Sammy.” She shouts. I flinch, I look into her eyes, she’s glaring at me now. “Drop your trousers. Show me the cage.” Her tone is soft but firm.

My mind is racing. I’m still unsure, but Mel gave her mom the key, so maybe this has been arranged. I drop my jogging bottoms and stand in front of Cassie.

“Oh look at that…nice and shiny…and black. I always felt bad that Mel married a white guy.”

Those words cut me. Now I truly feel pathetic.

“Is the choice in color, down to an inferiority complex?”

“Um…no.” I whisper. “It was just the most popular brand.” I’m starting to feel inferior now I thought to myself.

“Well black is better! Now come over here and help me with my knickers.”

As I start to stand. “CRAWL!” she barks. I drop to my knees and start to crawl. I’m on all fours, feeling humiliated.

“Look at that.” She laughs. “You’re leaving a snail’s trail.”

My head drops, I look at my cage. Precum is leaking relentlessly from my cage. I feel my dick start to shrink in my cage again. My whole body is starting to tremble, what am I doing? But it’s to late. I’m already at Cassie’s feet. I look up at her, fear in my eyes,”Cassie…” I start to plead. “Please we shouldn’t be doing this.”

She squints, tilts her head and rolls her eyes. She moves past me, straight to her brown bag, reaches in a side pocket and pulls out her phone. She marches back to me, hands me the phone. “Read!” she barks. It was a message from Mel.

-That’s up to you mom, if you can get him to agree, I say do it. It benefits both of you at the end of the day, his mad if he doesn’t go for it at the end of the day-

My mouth drops. I look up at Cassie, she snatches the phone from me and puts it back in her bag. I’m light headed, so dizzy. What did Mel mean? It benefits us both? I know she didn’t like the idea of the cage, but sending her mom to deal with me is excessive. I didn’t have time to think, Cassie is back in front of me. I’m on my knees, and my cage is leaving a puddle on the carpet. My nuts are now throbbing. I need to cum.

“Sammy, pull down my knickers, and eat my CUNT.” I flinch at the word. I’ve never heard Cassie talk that way before.

I reach up and start to pull down her knickers. She has a massive wet patch. I can smell her as they come down. Her pussy is creamy, she’s dripping as much as my cage is.

As she steps out of her knickers. “EAT!” Is all she says sternly. I lean in, my nose touches her clit. “Finally.” She moans. I stick my tongue out and samsun escort start to lick. I recoil, she tastes salty, not what I was expecting. “For fuck’s sake!” She barks. Before I could even start again she grabs me by the hair walks her pussy into my face and drops all her weight onto me. I collapse onto the floor unable to breathe. Being smothered by her fat, juicy, salty pussy. She’s riding my face. Bucking back and forth on my face.

“Tongue.” She yells.” I stick my tongue out, she’s rocking even harder now. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” she shrieks.

My mouth is open and this juice starts to flow, almost gushing down my throat. The texture is like eating a raw egg, I’ve never experience anything like this. I swallow as much as I can, but it spills from my mouth and all over my face. She collapses on my head.

As I lay there unable to breathe, her pussy and ass still on my face in full force. I’m about to pass out. I can feel it. I’m light headed, it’s about to go dark. Cassie stands up just in time. I gasp, panting heavily, finally able to breathe again. Cassie just laughs.

“Don’t worry, I’m done with your mouth.” She walks over to her bag and starts to take items out. I’m panting and still a little light headed. Just laying in the middle of the floor.

“Drag that ottoman to the middle of the room” Cassie orders, not even looking at me.

I do as I’m told.

“Good. Now lay over it. Head over one side, cage on the other.”

Again I comply, still weak from almost being suffocated. I couldn’t fight back if I wanted too. I finally see the items, handcuffs, a ball gag, and a lead of some kind.

Cassie cuffs my left wrist to my left ankle, and my right wrist to my right ankle.

“Open.” Is all she says as she shoves a red ball gag in my mouth. Once the gag is fitted she attaches a leash to the gag either side of my head. Its like reigns on a horse. She walks back to her bag, there’s ruffling, clicks and zips but I’m practically hog tied I can’t see.

She walks back over to me and squirts a cold gel all over my ass. I let out a moan and start to twitch “Shush.” Is all she says.

My heart is racing. I know what’s coming and I’m freaking out. I turn my head to look but with the ball gag and the reins my vision is a bit impaired.

“Relax, Sammy.” She purrs as she starts to finger my ass.

My cock is pounding trying to escape the cage. I feel it dripping, her fingers going in and out, is it that 2 fingers I can feel. Fuck I want to cum. Please cock cum. I start to buck now.

“Easy, pet, this is just the warm up. I’ve got a nice purple dick for you to start with.”

Holy shit! Cassie is going to fuck me in the ass. I scream in my head.

“We have to work you up to my black one.”

Oh fuck, how many does she have? What’s going to happen to my ass? I can feel sweat, pouring down my face. I’m petrified but her fingers feel so good in my ass.

“That’s 3 fingers now. Your ready for my dick, Sammy.”

I start to plead, but it’s futile, the gag makes it garbled. Fuck what if she thinks I’m asking for the black one? Please purple. I want purple. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m praying for a purple dick in me.

I could hear her squirting more gel. Not on me, on purple dick now. Please, lots of lube I shout in my head.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Cassie teases. The tip is touching my anus. “Inch by inch or in one?” She asks. I stay silent. “Lady’s choice it is then.” And in one go, she’s balls deep in me. I start to scream, the gag muffles it. My body is spasming but I can’t move. I’m just rocking around on the ottoman.

She’s grinding her hips in my ass and grabs the reign and starts yanking “Oh you like that, don’t you?”

Ashamedly I do. I just let out a whimper.

She starts to slide in and out of me. I don’t know if it’s being locked the cage. But it felt good, it felt right. The cage I shout in my head. I forgot about the cage, my cock has been straining so long it’s numb, I can’t feel anything anymore, only Cassie’s cock penetrating me.

“How did my cunt taste?” She grunts, slowly fucking my ass.

“Oh yeah, you can’t talk.” She laughs, keeping a slow and steady rhythm.

“It’s actually better this way, I’ve got a lot I want to tell you anyways.”

What more is there to say at this point? I think to myself. Maybe about the benefit Mel mentioned in the text.

“So I have a little confession to make. This morning when I was getting ready, as I put this lingerie on for you. Which is new by the way! I wanted to make a good impression after all. Well Henry came into the bathroom and well he got so excited he bent me over the sink, pulled my panties to the side and ploughed my cunt.”

She starts to fuck me even faster. I feel like I’m drifting in and out of conciseness. What is she talking about? And fuck this dildo feels good.

“Honestly it was never my intention, but as he was cumming in me…I came so hard thinking about you eating it out of me.”

I want to throw up. I’m going to be sick. The gag, this fucking gag is preventing me. She made me eat Henry’s cum. Who the fuck who does something like that? I start to go wild. I’m going to break out of these cuffs, and beat her ass I try to convince myself. As I try to break free, Cassie starts spanking my ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The sound of cheering echoed off the walls and ceiling as the two young men climbed into the makeshift ring. When it was first set up, it had rows of chairs placed around it but they had been cleared out for standing room only in the crowded frat house living room.

Although the byrules clearly stated only fraternity members could watch, word had spread and almost half the crowd was made up of young women eager to see two toned men stripped down to their underwear in a wrestling match.

“Ok, you know the rules,” said the ref, a stocky blonde haired jock wearing a navy blue blazer over a plain white tee shirt and jeans. “Only one of you will become a Phi Beta Zee member: The winner of this match.”

Frank and Paul nodded as they looked at each other with nervous energy, ready to get started.

“The match will be scored by Olympic wrestling standards,” continued the ref. “You can play dirty, but nothing that will cause permanent damage or scarring. That means no eye gauges or biting, no fingerlocks or WWE throws, and definitely no groin attacks. We want our future member to be able to sire children.”

Both contestants laughed, but because there was no microphone in the loud, crowded room, few others could hear.

“Alright, let’s see a good match!” said the ref, backing up.

The two pledge candidates circled as the cheering and shouted comments grew even louder. Paul was the taller of the two, and sported a lean, toned frame with very little body hair. His dick printed nicely through his briefs, tucked sideways with the plump head visible past the crease of his thigh and his balls pushed out two nice half-domes in the white cotton beneath it. The fact that his underwear was well stuffed with man meat was not lost on the ladies in the crowd who pointed and covered their mouths with guilty excitement.

Frank was slightly shorter, but also more muscled with an impressive set of pecs bulging above chiseled abs. His physique was more impressive than Paul’s, which offset a smaller showing in his briefs where his organs were most likely pulled up tight from adrenaline. There were many eyes both male and female watching his ass cheeks move and flex in his tight underwear as he circled with Paul.

Frank shot a fast double leg immediately and nearly took Paul to the mat, but Paul sprawled his legs and braced against Frank, remaining on his feet with Frank’s arms wrapped around his thighs, head low near Paul’s meat packed crotch. Paul worked his urfa escort arm down and under Frank’s chin, trying to secure a guillotine but Frank slipped out and released.

They circled for a moment, and Frank feinted a few times before ducking low and attempting the same take-down. Paul managed to brace against it again, and they remained locked up longer as Frank pushed forward, Paul stumbling to remain on his feet. Frank’s head is firmly against Paul’s abdomen, his nose practically touching

Paul’s package as he strained, and the volume of the cheering voices went even higher. This time when Frank finally separated, Paul charged forward, catching Frank as he was backing up, scoring a takedown.

As they fell, Frank twisted his body and ended up landing on top. Paul was already rotating beneath him, and before Frank could get a good hold on him, Paul made an escape.

More cheering, this time predominantly by the men in the room who had more appreciation for the skills on display, and the room filled with clapping. Some of the boys were yelling out: “Beefcakes!” which at first some of the girls thought was meant for Frank’s muscled body. But it turned out their shouts were meant for Paul, and ‘Beefcakes’ was a reference to his sizeable wedding tackle.

They circled once again, both of them slightly winded now. Paul shot and Frank braced as they locked up, but Paul tugged Frank forward instead, unbalancing him enough to take him down. Frank twisted and rotated, but Paul was maintaining control, trying to lock in a hold.

It was quickly evident that Paul was the superior wrestler, and Frank was only able to defend as Paul pursued different attacks. As Paul rose to his knees to transition to Frank’s back, Frank lunged forward and with both hands grabbed the waistband of Paul’s briefs and yanked down just as Paul was springing forward.

Paul’s hands shot down to try to keep from being pantsed, but it was too late: his meaty organs came flopping into view, much to the pleasure of the crowd that pushed and shoved to get a better view of the goodies. The two of them played tug-of-war with Paul’s underwear as Frank tried to get them further down his legs. As soon as it became evident he wasn’t going to get his briefs back up, Paul quickly went for Frank’s underwear, yanking them down to reveal his white ass cheeks. Rather than defend, Frank continued pulling Paul’s briefs off completely, and in seconds both of them were sivas escort stripped naked, underwear tossed off to the side.

They stood with smiles, and the judge laughed but did not intervene. Instead, he motioned for them to continue. As Frank and Paul circled, the crowd was treated to a moving display of crotches and asses. Even the contestant’s eyes darted down a few times to catch glimpses of each other’s sex equipment. The overheating of their fatigued, sweaty bodies had their ballsacks hanging low and swinging at the slightest movement. Beneath a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, Paul’s circumcised cock draped down over his balls like a flesh colored rope, swinging with them back and forth. Frank’s crotch was fully shaved, as were his balls which were in full view thanks to a retracted cock. He was a grower, not a shower.

Both their bodies were beautiful specimens of human anatomy, and the contrast of their tanned upper bodies and legs made the nudity of their white asses and crotches that much more pronounced. The admiring eyes in the crowd were not limited to only the women. Whether they were cheering, laughing, or staring with lust, most now had their eyes at waist level.

Paul made the first move, coming in high as they locked up. After a few tugs to get Frank resisting in one direction, Paul maneuvered under his arms and dropped to his knees, twisting sideways to a fireman’s lift, and brought Frank down neatly to the mat. Frank’s gonads bounced as he landed on his back, and Paul quickly spun to get side control.

Frank tried to roll away, and Paul quickly got Frank’s back, twisting one of his arms behind him to keep him from being able to roll out. Without underwear, Paul’s dick was hanging down between Frank’s legs, the tip resting against the other boy’s balls. This detail was not missed by the portion of the crowd that had that view, and there was much catcalling, hooting and cheering.

The ref nodded and moved forward to separate them for a reset, but nobody could hear what he was saying about the score so far. Nor did anyone care. They came for a show, and they were getting more than they even expected.

When they closed again, Frank appeared to stumble from one of Paul’s tugs, dropping to his knees. To the audience, it looked like a prelude to an oral sex act and the roar in the room reached its loudest peak yet, with some women retreating back to safety as several guys pushed forward for a tekirdağ escort better view. As soon as he hit his knees, Frank grabbed Paul’s leg, tugging it forward as he placed his head to the outside and shouldered into Paul’s hip, driving him down to the mat. Maintaining his leg hold, Frank elevated his hips as he pressed his shoulder down into Paul’s midsection to keep him pinned, giving half the crowd a lewd view of his bent-over backside.

Paul tried to catch Frank in a headlock, forcing Frank to move his head to the inside, at which point Paul thrust his hips upwards to unbalance his opponent. Frank almost toppled, but maintained his balance, and Paul thrust again. To the entire crowd, it looked like Paul was face-fucking Frank, which of course riled the crowd again.

Rather than be toppled, Frank backed up, giving Paul enough room to sit up and pitch forward, slipping to the outside while shooting a hand up between Frank’s legs from behind just to the left of his hanging ballsack. Before Frank knew what was happening, Paul tugged Frank’s naked ass back towards him into a single barrel roll, ending up on top with Frank pinned on his back, leg folded in over him. Frank struggled to get free, but Paul had all his weight on top of him, and Frank had no leverage with his body bent almost in half on top of him. All he could do was stare up at his own cock and balls flopping as he strained and jerked to escape.

The ref broke them up and rose Paul’s arm as the winner, and Paul’s whole face turned into a mask of ferocity as she screamed in victory. His face wasn’t the only part of him that had transformed. His long hose of a dick was now sticking straight out in a partial erection as the endorphins coursed through his bloodstream. The semi would have been noticeable even in a singlet or in his underwear, but naked it was beyond lewd as he strode around proudly with his member swaying stiffly before him. He was fully aware, and at this point he was enjoying the attention it was getting as girls blushed, prodded each other, or stared boldly.

“BEEFCAKES! BEEFCAKES! BEEFCAKES!” the crowd began shouting, and Paul pointed down with both fingers at his own erection, smiling and looking at different women.

For his part, Frank was a good sport, and made his way out of the ring with a sheepish smile. He had lost, but he’d put up a very good fight against a more experienced opponent. In that, he’d won respect, and possibly some dates as he noticed quite a few women making eye contact with him. When he walked to pick up his briefs, a few women and even men patted his bare ass as he passed them by.

Frank would go on to join a rival fraternity, and later that semester would look for a chance at a rematch. But that’s a story for the sequel.

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Author’s note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re joking! Aren’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try sexy,” I suggested with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s Note:

Beware. The following story is most certainly not for everybody. For those who find graphic depictions of bodily functions erotic, by all means please continue. If farting, pissing and shitting really aren’t your thing, then kindly move on to another story.

My intention here was to create a story that incorporates romance along with animal desire. I hope I have succeeded at least a little in achieving this goal. Thank you very much for taking the time to read it.

Oh, and as always, all reference to persons, places or events is entire fictional. Any similarities are entirely coincidental.

I.

Ever so gently the breeze rustled the grass clippings, cut not more than an hour ago and still bleeding freshness and vitality into the air. It crossed the playground, paying little attention to the children running about, their ruddy faces perspiring and their fingernails gathering dirt, but stopped instead to play with the lilac bushes at the far end, where the park met the sidewalk. From there it traveled down the street. It sideswiped garbage pales set out for the following morning and wound around maple, oak and ginkgo trees. It hit Mrs. Green from behind as she was watering her tulips, sending ripples through her floral print dress. It ran up Mr. Weinberg’s stubbly cheek as he was bending low, match in cupped hands, attempting to light the charcoal in his grill, and it passed through an open window into Joanne’s lesson room. She closed her eyes and took in the sweet august aroma.

The child sitting beside her was restless; she could feel it as she guided his tiny hands across the ivory keys, showing him the positions of the notes with great patience as he fidgeted. He wanted to be outside with the other kids on the playground, swinging high into the air and squeeking with relentless energy as they ran after one another and kicked up the dirt. She wanted to be somewhere else too. She needed to clean yet, and to cook and get dressed. It was a quarter to four. Howard would be coming at six.

They closed the songbook when the doorbell rang, and the child darted from the room to greet his mother on the porch. He hugged her legs and tugged at the bottom of her shirt.

“How was he, Joanne?” she asked as the child ran in circles around her.

“Just fine, like always,” Joanne said with a warm smile. She reached down and patted the little boy on the head.

They waved their goodbyes and mother and son climbed into their car. Joanne watched them drive off down the street.

“I don’t know how you do it, Joanne.”

The voice came from the left. Joanne turned her head to see her neighbor David standing in his yard. A tall man, and thin, he was mostly bald except for a ring of graying hair that ran around the back of his head from temple to temple. She descended the steps and sauntered over, her arms crossed.

“They’re not bad at all.”

“Oh jeez, I don’t know. Brian’s been talking about adoption recently, but I don’t think I could stand one of those things running around the house all day long.” As he said this David scrunched his face up into a humorously disgusted look. Joanne couldn’t suppress a small chuckle.

“Your in good spirits today, aren’t you?” he said.

“I guess so.”

“You know, I ran into an old friend of mine yesterday.”

Joanne knew where this was going. “Go on,” she insisted.

“And I was thinking.”

“Uh-hu?”

“That he would be perfect for you!”

She closed her eyes and gently shook her head back and forth.

“But Joanne, he’s a great guy. And how long has it been since Richard left? Two years?”

Richard. Once the love of her life. That name used to stop her dead in her tracks. Right now it wasn’t the name that hit her, but rather the fact that its impression was negligible. This left her smiling inside.

“That’s right, two years.”

“So don’t you want to get on with your life? Who knows, if you settle down with somebody you might even start playing again.”

These words had more of a punch. Her stomach knotted up now at the mere thought of standing on stage in front of a crowd.

“Actually,” she said quickly to steer the conversation away from the topic of her failed music career, “I won’t be needing your friend.”

“Why not?” David asked, his eyes perking up with interest.

Joanne shot him a smile. “I’ve met someone.”

His jaw dropped. “That’s great! What’s his name?”

“Howard.”

“Where did you meet him?”

To give a truthful response to this question or not?

“I met him online,” she said. She checked her watch. “Damn. David, I hate to cut it short, but he’s actually coming over tonight, and I’ve still got to get ready.”

“Okay I’ll let you go. Make sure to stop by sometime and tell me about your date.”

David gave her a peck on the cheek and disappeared into his house. She stood there for a few seconds, taking in the smell of the lilacs. They smelled like she felt inside.

Walking back into her house, she let the screen trabzon escort door slam shut and bounce back and forth into equilibrium. She looked about the house and an intense feeling rushed over her, a realization about the last two years that she had been living.

She needed music.

In the living room she placed a CD in her stereo. Ahhh . . . Rachmaninov. Those delicate notes, saturated with passion, swirled around the air like specks of dust illuminated in an afternoon sunbeam. They filled every corner of the house, bringing to it a velvety ambiance. With her head lost in the music Joanne glided into kitchen, the aging floorboards creaking under her feet. There she placed a large pot on the stove, chopped up some vegetables, threw them in, set the burner on low and glided out into the dining room. Here the table was full of old newspaper clippings and scrap-book supplies, remnants of her latest newfound hobby. She swept all of these up into her arms and threw them into a box in the corner for later attention. With an old cloth she polished the dust from the table.

In the living room she pirouetted as she ran a broom across the floor. She picked up cheap romance novels from a large pile at the foot of the recliner, arranging them in no particular order on her several large bookshelves. She pulled up the blinds, cleaned the windowsills and the lampshades, and replaced the potpourri on the coffee table in front of the sofa. She set down two wineglasses and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon before twirling past the entry hall and up the stairs to the second floor.

Quick facial, shower, nails, stray hair pluck. In her bedroom she fretted over which dress to wear, deciding finally against a dress and opting instead for simple jeans and a blouse. She looked at herself in the closet mirror. Though by no means out of shape, in the two years since Richard had left she had let herself go. They were small things: a tiny bulge around the waist, her cheeks a bit fuller than normal and accentuating her slight overbite and her cute button nose, her naturally curly brown hair longer than usual and slightly unkempt. All of these sights forced themselves upon her in the late afternoon sunlight that crept through her curtains. But then, at the same time none of them seemed to matter all that much.

In the kitchen, as the pots on the stove boiled away, sending a thick aromatic steam into the air above, Joanne stood at the backdoor, sipping on a glass of beer and watching a robin hop across her backyard. The doorbell rang.

“Hey,” she smiled, opening the door for Howard. He came in with a bottle of wine under one arm and a record under the other.

“I hope red is okay,” he said as he handed the bottle to her.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the LP.

He flashed an excited smile. “Well, I remember you saying that you have a turntable, and I thought that you might like to hear this.”

Joanne took the record and read the title out loud. “West Meets East: Yehudi Menuhin/Ravi Shanker. Howard this is amazing. Where did you get this?”

“I found it at a used record store downtown. Shall we put it on?”

“Of course,” she said as she moved in to the living room. The receiver gave a loud click as she switched it to phono. The stylus lowered on the rotating black disc, the speakers crackled with static before the sound of tanpura and violin gently filled the air.

“This is exquisite,” she said.

“You look exquisite,” he said.

She turned around to find his face inches from hers, and all of a sudden her ground rumbled, as if threatening to break away beneath her. He leaned in and their lips met, and the ground did break away from her.

Howard stepped back with a warm smile. “I think dinner’s ready,” Joanne said meekly as blood slowly drained from her face. She felt like fanning herself.

They sat down at the kitchen table. She watched him efficiently unfold his napkin and place it on his lap, and then pour himself a glass of wine. Like a professional he swirled it around and sniffed it before taking a small sip.

“How is it?” she asked.

He smacked his lips. “Taste’s alright. I’ve had better.”

Inside she had to laugh. Never had she met a man who was so refined, yet so matter-of-fact. “And this is the guy? This is the one?” she said to herself. “This is the guy who’s going to help me fulfill my fantasy?” It was really too good to be true.

Just to be sure, in her mind she turned back the clock four and a half weeks, to the time when she signed up at the sex site and placed the add. Did it seem like a ludicrous idea? Yes. Possibly the last act of a desperate woman? That was a big affirmative. Would she get responses? She was unsure at the time. She didn’t know if any man would care to sit with her while she took a dump.

Apparently quite a few, judging from the responses that she got. Seeing the packed mailbox, her first reaction was anger at her ex-husband. Why couldn’t Richard be more understanding of her needs? Any one of tunceli escort these guys was perfectly willing. But then she started reading the responses, and she realized that these men were pigs; they were simple perverts and nothing more.

But not Howard.

She thought about the morning of their first meeting, about how she got up and lost her nerve, and almost didn’t make it. On her way to the coffee shop she stressed over what she was going to say, how in the world she was actually going to get the right words out of her mouth. It almost seemed impossible.

Sitting there, watching him chew, she mentally reenacted the meeting as she would do so for years to come.

II.

The coffee shop belonged to a national chain. No matter how hard it tried to hide this fact with it’s numerous statements about simplicity and sustainability, statements about commitment to organic free-trade and commitment to underdeveloped communities, at the end of the day it offered nothing more than smartly designed furniture for people to sit on, and from which to drink high calorie drinks out of 30% recycled paper cups. Joanne hated these sorts of places. She preferred local over national wherever she went. She enjoyed walking on dirty, scuffed marked tile floors that were incapable of a proper cleaning. She preferred sitting on peeling chairs that were sometimes in such a state of disrepair that they needed duct-tape to stay together. She loved drinking her coffee out of plain mugs handed down between generations and permanently stained with years of use.

But under the circumstances, in which anonymity and public exposure were essential, she was perfectly willing to make the sacrifice.

Through the large window – her heart accelerating with the thrill of prospect – she scanned the room for her date. It was 7:25, too early yet for the rush of professionals in desperate need of caffeine to get through those first crucial hours of the morning. Joanne saw a couple of older gentlemen sitting to the right, obviously together but each engrossed in the morning paper and not paying the other any attention. She pinned them as retirees. Behind the counter at the rear of the shop there were two baristas attending to their various duties – checking temperatures and pressures, grinding whole beans and pouring them into various machines, arranging sweets and baked goods and breakfast foods in the glass showcase.

There, to the back and left. It was a young guy sitting alone and typing away at a lap-top. Was that Howard? She stepped in, getting a nose full of freshly brewed coffee and ears full of Joni Mitchell as she did so.

Timidly, she approached. “Howard?”

The young man looked up. His eyes widened. “Joanne?” he half said, half asked as he stuck out his hand.

Somewhere in the distance an artillery shell exploded.

His irises were green with a slight hint of yellow, and they were vivid like an acrylic painting. They exuded a sense of wonderment.

“Joanne Wachouski?”

“You know who I am?”

“Wow! Of course! You played with the London Symphony Orchestra. I’ve got your solo album. I simply love your work. I think your brilliant!”

She had fans? Real fans?

“Um” was the only word that she managed to get out. Then, “I’m just gonna grab something to drink.” Howard nodded with a wide smile and went back to his computer.

So many thoughts raced through her mind as she ordered her coffee. “I can’t believe that he knows me. Should I just leave?”

She turned her head to look at him, now quickly typing away. A quick scan of his person: cross trainers, corduroy pants, a dark green T-shirt. His silky brown hair was long and well kept. His chin was made pronounced by a day’s worth of black stubble, and his nose and mouth were slender.

“But he seems like such a nice guy. And so cute. Could this really be him? I was expecting somebody much creepier.”

A horrid thought occurred to her. Maybe he misinterpreted the add? Had she made it explicit enough? She thought back to his response, which she had read so many times that she had memorized it:

Joanne,

This sounds like a wonderful opportunity to fulfill a longtime fantasy of mine. I’d love to meet you.

Yours sincerely,

Howard

These were the words that grabbed at her. They were simple, but in them she read an undercurrent of the same kinds of feelings that she had felt for most of her adult life.

Back at the table.

“Just a few more words,” he said without looking up from his lap top. “I’m so sorry about this . . .and . . . there we go,” he added as he forcefully hit the enter key. “I just had to finish responding so some student e-mails.” He turned his full attention to her now, eyes locked in. “Wow,” he said in a tone of tremendous satisfaction. “Joanne Wachouski, sitting at my table.”

She took a sip of her coffee. She was trying her best to meet his gaze, though the feeling that her face was currently engorged with blood made this very difficult. uşak escort “Howard,” she finally said. “I’m flattered, really, but please don’t.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? How else was she supposed to feel? She hadn’t anticipated coming across somebody that knew her so well. And now, through this gorgeous specimen of a man, she had inadvertently given the outside world a peak into her dark inner self.

His head perked up and he smiled, revealing a set of beautiful white teeth. “Okay. So you don’t know me, and we can pretend that I don’t know anything about you. Why don’t we get to know each other, then?”

She liked the thought of this idea; it felt like something that she could handle.

“Okay,” she said. You said something about students. Are you a professor?”

He grinned. “I’m flattered that you made the mistake, but not by a long shot. I’ve got quite a few more years to go until I get that far. I’m a graduate student.”

“What do you study?” she said as she took another sip of her coffee.

“I study philosophy.”

“And that’s what you’re teaching?”

“Yeah. It’s an intro-continental philosophy course. You know – Hegel, Kierkeggard, Derrida. That type of stuff.”

“Oh,” she said while nodding, though she wasn’t paying much attention. Howard caught on.

“What is it?” he asked.

“What?”

“The way your looking at me, almost like you don’t believe me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That’s not it. I was just wondering.”

“Wondering what? Go ahead, ask me any question and I’ll answer it.”

There it was, on the tip of her lips. She didn’t know if the time was ripe to broach the inevitable topic hanging on the horizon, but it needed escape. She leaned in closer and lowered her voice to a half-whisper. “Why did you answer my add?”

He looked pensive, as if somebody were playing a joke that he didn’t quite get. “Shouldn’t I have?”

“It’s just that you look so . . . so normal.”

Now he grinned. “I’ve got news for you.” He leaned in closer and his voice, too, dropped to a whisper. “So do you.”

A young woman brushed by the table and walked into the bathroom, only a couple feet away. Howard instinctively shot a glance in her direction, and then turned back to Joanne, feeling slightly guilty about his wandering eyes. But in her eyes he met a cool understanding. They sat there in silence as behind the thick wooden door they heard the toilet flush and the sink run. The woman came out and brushed by them one more time.

“Hey,” he said. “Do you want to take a walk?”

Outside the air was still cool, though the sun was threatening to cast a blanket of heat over the land. The sky, now a pale blue, boasted only a few faint wisps of cloud. The two headed down the street to a bridge. There they turned off on a path that lead down to a canal, joining several couples walking their dogs.

They strolled lazily, hands in their pockets and heads down, like in a movie. Howard closed his eyes and took in the rich, earthy scent of the water drifting slowly by. In the middle of the river, where a pair of mallards scooted around and bobbed under the surface, the ripples on the water caught the sunlight with sparks. In the thick underbrush birds fluttered and insects buzzed around as if they were high on some controlled substance.

“Joanne?”

“You can call me Jo.”

“Is that what your friends call you?”

She smiled knowingly. “Just my special friends.”

“Why did we meet so early?”

“Oh, that was a test.” She drew closer to him so that their arms were almost touching. “You see, in my experience weirdo creeps don’t like to get up before noon at the earliest.”

Howard chuckled. “Man, I can just imagine the kind of responses that you got to your add.”

“Oh my God! It was disgusting,” she said, now laughing too. “All of them were

complete sleeze bags. You can’t begin to imagine the kind of stuff they said that they wanted to do to me.

“Well, it’s nice to know that I’m not a weirdo-creep.”

Behind them a tiny bell chimed. They both stepped off into the grass as three cyclists speed past. Watching them pedal off into the distance, Joanne suddenly felt like she did as a child walking home from school, when she crossed the railroad yard against her parents wishes, and stopped to gaze down the tracks into the unknown.

“Well,” she said smartly as she turned now to look at Howard. “I never said you weren’t weird.”

She could feel his face pull forward, as if by some invisible force. She would have let him kiss her right there, would have been perfectly fine with it.

“I’m really glad you decided to show up,” he said.

“Me too.”

“You up for a walk?” He motioned down the path, where far off into the distance it turned around a bend.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

III.

It’s now close to 8:30 and dinner is over. The bench, held up by two hinges screwed into the roof of the porch, gently rocks back and forth under the momentum of the two bodies occupying it. Joanne is sitting back and Howard is lying down, his head resting in her lap. She has one arm fully extended, felled lazily over the back of the bench, and the other positioned over his scalp, her fingers gently running through his long hair.

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My ass is on fire. I am being punished for buying shoes without permission. I know he loves spanking me, and the shoes were really an excuse, and I am glad to be able to give him pleasure in this way as much as in any other. But oh I wish he wouldn’t do it so hard! He has been spanking me now for about five minutes, and I have already begun to cry. I quickly pretended tears when he first starting spanking me, convinced he would take pity on me once I started crying, but I swiftly realized that tears had no effect. The only thing that stops him is when his hand gets tired! At the moment he is taking a break, resting his poor dear hand, and I am trying to catch my breath.

I’m lying across his lap and the highest part of me, my ass cheeks, are flaming and it feels as though I could not possibly take any more. But I know from many previous spankings that we are probably less than half way through. Or maybe he will start with the strap now. His fingers are lightly trailing over my bum, and down the backs of my thighs, and he knows that he is making me shiver; making me even wetter than the spanking has already made me. Those silky fingers keep threatening to explore, and we both know that as soon as they start exploring I will start cumming, and from then on I will cum and cum all the time he spanks me. But he is teasing at the moment, his mersin escort fingers not quite there. I have opened my thighs in silent invitation, but he has not responded by sliding his fingers in there, where I am wet and hot and musky.

As I wait for him to start again, I realize one of those lovely red shoes has fallen off and is lying on the floor below me. Typical of him that he makes me wear them for this spanking, to remind me why I am being punished. Also on the floor so close below me I can barely focus on it is the strap, which he intends to finish me off with. One stroke for every five dollars the shoes cost! His hand is moving, sliding in where I want it! Ooooh, his fingers are exploring, oh fuck they are indeed, suddenly and without warning he has slid a hand in between my thighs, in between my labia, IN ME! A climax crashes through me, and I howl in anguished pleasure.

I think of the open window, always left open so the neighbors can hear, part of my punishment is that the neighbors must hear. Christy, my best friend, lives next door, and I suspect she is out in her garden, poised, breathless, and probably masturbating as she listens to my anguish. Her husband never spanks her, she has never been spanked, and she is almost insanely jealous of this aspect of my life. Thinking of muğla escort Christy, I try to choke off my moans, try to accept his attentions in silence, but it is impossible, his thumb is now actually on my clitoris! Pressing down on it! My thighs clamp tightly around his forearm, determined never to release him, never to allow him to withdraw his lovely glorious hand from inside me.

“Let go, Ann,” he says, coolly, impossibly coolly.

How can he be so cool when he has gotten me so hot! I feel him twisting, reaching down with his left hand, and picking up the strap from the floor below my nose. I watch it disappear from view, and reluctantly open my thighs.

His fingers withdraw and he says, “I think Ann, that I require you to be standing, bent over, touching your toes, for the strap.”

Has he noticed that one shoe has fallen off? Is that the reason for this change of plan? I struggle breathlessly to my feet, and stand, one bare foot on tiptoe, the other perched on the steeply sloping sole of the remaining shoe. Am I meant to kick this shoe off, or put back on the one that I lost when I was kicking and struggling just now? He kicks the missing shoe at me, and I quickly slip it on. He reminds me yet again that the shoes are the cause of my punishment. As I bend to touch my toes, I look down nevşehir escort at them and I don’t care that I am being punished; they are the nicest shoes in my whole wardrobe. It is almost impossible to touch my toes in these high heels, but I do my best, and I can imagine what the position is doing to my legs, to my bum! I struggle to retain my balance in this tightly stretched position. The strap kisses my tender, hot bum, and lifts away. I am about to pay for these shoes, and I know that the neighbors will hear me howling, and tomorrow Christy will quiz me about it, wanting to know everything that happened.

Right at this moment, awaiting the pain, I would gladly swap places with her, let her take my place, bent over, bum thrust out, legs straining. But I know that in a few minutes he will drop the strap and push me down onto the carpet, and moments later I will be experiencing his passion, as his rampant, hard, leaking cock thrusts into me, hammering my blazing bum into the carpet as he takes his pleasure in me and I take my pleasure from him. Does he know that Christy is listening, does he get off on her innocent face when she visits, takes coffee with me, looks at him all admiring because he dares to chastise his woman? I don’t care, because right now it is my ass that has his undivided attention. And very soon it will be me getting fucked by him. I look down at my lovely red shoes and tell myself not to cry out, to take my punishment in dignified silence. The strap falls. I howl, and start to sob like a silly schoolgirl. Tears flood my eyes; I can no longer see my lovely red shoes as the sweet pain rushes through me.

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