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The Steps We Take Pt. 3

Alison woke up the next day with the stench of Maria’s feet stuck in her nose. She closed her eyes trying to go back to sleep hoping to escape the nightmare that was her life. Why did this have to happen to her? She considered herself a good Christian girl, so why did she get so turned on by women and why hadn’t she been able to cum unless she smelled or tasted Maria? All questions that you dear reader are quite aware of the answers to. Unbeknownst to Alison, Maria had told all the cheerleaders that she had a talk with Alison and that she would lick any of their feet whenever they wanted. Becky also gave them all a copy of the locker room scene video in case they had any issues.

It was hard for Alison to think straight because she was turned on all the time, but none the less she made her way to another day of school. Surprisingly after half the day had passed, she didn’t have any incidents. She jinxed herself with that thought because when she went to the bathroom, she ran into Alexis. A short tiny girl from the cheerleading team. Almost a foot shorter than Alison to be exact.

“Hey freak.” Alexis mocked her.

“Hi Alexis.” What else was she supposed to say. She was scared of these girls, even one as diminutive as Alexis.

“HAHAHA I love that you respond to freak. At least you know what you are and accept it.” I’m not a freak Alison thought annoyed by this bitch. “Well, aren’t you going to thank me for accepting you for what you are.”

“Thank you.” Alison said grinding her teeth. Fuck this cunt.

“Do you want to lick my feet right now?”

“Yes.” Alison said shocked with herself, raising her hands up to cover her mouth. Why had she said that she didn’t want to lick feet. Especially not for a little bitch like Alexis.

“HAHAHA You can’t help yourself can you freak? Alright we don’t have much time, but you can lick my feet let’s go into the disability stall. Alison stood still. This was a public bathroom and she didn’t to be caught again.

Alexis walked up to her, slapped the shit out of her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her painfully into the stall and tossed her onto her knees. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Got that freak?” Alison nodded while holding her cheek. Even though Alexis was smaller than her there was no doubt who was the stronger of the two. Alison would definitely lose in a fight. “Take my flats off” Alexis said as she sat on the toilet. Alison crawled to the smaller girl and took her flats off. She made a face at the funky smell, which made Alexis giggle. “These flats do get kind of ripe. Take a deep whiff of the insides. Alison wanted to protest, but knew better and pulled the flat to her face and took a large whiff.

*SNIFF* *COUGH* *COUGH*

“HAHAHA you like?” Alexis said mockingly. Alison could feel herself getting turned on, but why. It couldn’t be this loathsome girl’s feet, it just couldn’t be. They reeked. Alexis grabbed Alison with both her feet on Alison’s cheeks and pulled her in close. “Repeat after me, I’m a loser.”

Alison looking like a fish squeaked out, “I’m a loser.”

“HAHAHA Yes, yes you are. Now get to licking.” Alexis released her face and lifted her feet up. She had tiny size five feet that were pink on the bottoms from being in her flats all day unable to breathe. Alison wanted to run away, but the threat of the video remained and oddly she felt a compulsion to obey this girl. kütahya escort She licked up Alexis’ left sticky sole, while Alexis used the right one to rub the smell into her nose. This didn’t go on for too long because Alexis didn’t want to get into trouble if someone walked in and caught them in the act. She had Alison kiss the bottoms and thank her, then dried the soles on Alison’s hair and walked out like nothing had happened. Alison started to cry. This was the third pair of feet she had licked and she didn’t think she would ever grow used to it.

Later that day she was sitting in class and couldn’t take her eyes off of Maria’s feet as she played with her flip flops. She was getting turned on, but she dare not ever go jill off in the bathroom ever again remembering that dreadful first day she had gotten caught. How could something that looked that pretty smell so bad? She thought. Wait did I just think of them as pretty? What the fuck is wrong with me. She received a text from Maria that she was having a slumber party on the weekend with all the cheerleaders and Alison was invited. Alison didn’t want to go, but she knew it was mandatory.

The weekend came faster than Alison had hoped for and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in big trouble attending this party. Alison approached the door slowly and knocked three times. Maria answered and told her that her mom was out of town for the weekend, inviting her in.

“Alright loser, here’s the deal. You’re going to serve all the cheerleaders tonight. You’re going to make sure that everyone has the best possible time ever. You will wait on your knees by the door and kiss the feet of everyone who come’s in and take their shoes off. If you don’t the video will get released. Am I clear?”

“Yes Maria”

*SMACK* Maria slapped her hard. “You address me as ma’am or miss is that clear? In fact you address all my friends with that same respect”

*SNIFF* *SOB* “Yes miss.”

“And no crying either, you’ll kill the mood.” What was wrong with this bitch? Kill the mood? What mood? This was pure humiliation and nothing else.

It didn’t take long for there to be some knocks at the door and poor Alison didn’t know how she was supposed to do this. She just took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing in front of her were three beautiful cheerleaders. She got down on her knees and kissed the first girls shoes.

“HAHAHA What the hell. You’re crazy for setting this up Maria.”

“May I take your shoes off ma’am?”

“Ma’am?” Alexis remarked. “I see you’ve learned some respect since the last time I saw you.” She said while wiggling her toes in a mocking manner. “Go ahead.” Alison took her shoes off being met with that familiar stench and moved on to the other two who laughed in response. This was going to be a long night. This went on until all twelve girls arrived. Alison spent most of the night getting drinks and giving foot massages.

“Alright who wants to get a special foot massage from the foot bitch?” Maria announced holding a pair of handcuffs. Everyone cheered. “Come here Alison and put your hands behind your back.” Alison complied and Maria locked the cuffs in place.

“How is she going to massage our feet without her hands.” One of the cheerleaders said.

“With her tongue of course.” Maria responded

“EEEWWW!! I don’t think I can let that foot freak do that to me.”

“Come on it’ll be fun to have a loser at your feet, plus she’ll manisa escort really be enjoying herself so it’s a win, win for everyone.” Maria said. I’m not going to enjoy myself Alison thought. I’m being forced against my will. “I’ll go first.” Maria said. She grabbed Alison’s hair as a makeshift leash and started pulling her toward the couch. Alison grimaced, but couldn’t do anything but follow Maria’s lead. Maria sat down on the couch in front of Alison and said, “Get to work.” While wiggling her pink painted toes.

Alison found herself saying, “Yes miss.” Without even thinking about it. She leaned down and gave tiny licks on the soles. It wasn’t as bad as when they’re fresh out of shoes or after practice. Much to Alison’s relief.

“HAHAHA What a loser.”

“She doesn’t look like she’s trying that hard.”

“Are you sure she’s really into this?”

Maria didn’t like the feedback she was getting, so she kicked an unsuspecting Alison in the face. “You stupid bitch. I give you the honor of worshipping my feet and that’s the lazy effort you give? Maybe we should all give you a nice spanking.” This scared and motivated Alison at the same time, so she jumped back to Maria’s feet and started licking with her whole tongue out. Slow licks like she would give to a lover. “That’s more like it you little lezzie.” Alison wanted to scream to all these cheerleaders that she wasn’t a lezzie. The way Maria had set her up that day in the locker room was genius, because all the girls now thought Alison was a lesbian that loved this so they didn’t feel bad about using her.

“Me next.” It was Alexis. “Crawl over here bitch and beg me.”

Alison slowly made her way over to Alexis. She hated this small bitch. Part of the reason being she felt like she shouldn’t have to serve someone as small as Alexis. It was just so humiliating. “Please ma’am may I lick your feet.” Alison forced out.

“Nope. That’s not good enough.” Alison was scared of the consequences, so she begged even harder.

“Please, oh please let me lick your feet. They just look so perfect and yummy. They look snack sized.” Alison snuck in a little jab at Alexis’ size which was not missed by anyone.

“OOOOOOUUUUUUU!” The crowd taunted.

*SMACK* *SMACK* Slaps to both of Alison’s cheeks which left her in a daze and teary eyed. “You think you’re funny cunt?” Alexis said furiously.

*Sniff* *Sniff* “No ma’am. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s too late for that.” Alexis grabbed Alison by the hair and dragged her to where all the shoes were. She took one of the cheerleaders’ shoes and tied it over Alison’s face and grabbed another shoe and Alison’s hair dragging her back to the couch. She sat down and pulled Alison over her lap. “You’re gonna learn to respect me cunt.” And with that she started to spank poor Alison with the shoe.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Alison struggled with all her might but try as she did it was no use. With her hands cuffed and the athletic strength of Alexis she was stuck smelling a rancid shoe while getting her ass thrashed. She started crying after the twentieth spank. Partly due to the pain and partly due to the humiliation of being spanked by a girl half her size in front of a whole bunch of women. “Aww. Poor baby.” Alexis mocked.

Alison said with a muffled voice, “Please *SOB* I’m sorry I’ll never do it again I swear.”

“I don’t think you’ve truly learned your lesson yet.”

*SMACK* mardin escort *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“I think that’s too much.” One of the cheerleaders intervened. “All she did was make a little joke.” She said putting emphasis on the last two words.

“A little joke? We’re just chalk full of comedians tonight.” She responded annoyed and proceeded to take her frustrations out on poor Alison’s ass.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Alison was a blubbering mess and would do anything to stop this torture anything.

“Please, please, *SOB* please, please, please. *SNIFF* Just let me lick your beautiful feet. I’m truly sorry for making a joke. I only said it because I’m just jealous that you’re so much prettier than me. You’re way out of my league and it would be an honored to lick your feet.”

“That’s more like it you little cunt.” Alexis said while pushing Alison to the floor who came to a crash because she had no way to catch her fall with her hands cuffed. “Now where were we.” Alexis said while wiggling her little toes. Alison quickly shuffled t her knees her ass a burning reminder not to fuck with this small girl.

“May I please lick your feet ma’am. Please, please, please. I don’t think there’s anything better in the world than the taste of your feet.”

“What about my feet.” Maria chimed in.

Alison felt so much anxiety and her brain was malfunctioning on what to say in order to avoid another spanking. “Uh… your feet are just as delicious miss. It’s just so hard to tell who has the best tasting feet when your all just a bunch of goddesses.” A smile from Maria indicated she passed the test. She had to show respect to all of Maria’s friends.

“Goddesses? I wish I had a man who viewed me as such. At least we have this little foot slut. HAHAHA.” Remarked one of the cheerleaders.

“Get started by kissing my toes then move on to the soles Alison.” Alexis said. Alison bowed her head and planted a kiss on her big toe then all the way down to the smallest one and then got busy kissing the soles, which were warm to the touch. “Start licking slut.” Feeling the pain on her ass, she really went at it. Giving long licks to the bottoms and spending a decent amount of time between the toes which seemed o be Alexis’ favorite part by the way she squeezed Alison’s tongue when she did it. Alison remembered to swallow everything. *GAG* At one point Alexis shoved her whole foot down Alison’s mouth and wiggling her toes in the back of her throat which almost made her puke. It was hell for Alison. Especially the remarks from the other cheerleaders reminding her of her predicament.

“Remind me never to get on lexis’ bad side.”

“Now I’m convinced she really does love feet.”

“I can never understand how someone can lower themselves to that level.”

Becky walked up to Alexis and grabbed Alison by the hair pulling her off of Alexis’ foot. A trail of spit connected Alison’s tongue to Alexis’ foot. “Stop hogging her. I want a turn with the foot slut.” Alexis didn’t mind she was getting bored anyways. Alison blushed from the humiliation of being passed around like some sort of foot massage gadget. She felt like less of a human and more like an object. This humiliation went on for hours she didn’t know how her tongue stayed attached to her head with how numb it got. She went from girl to girl sometimes three at a time. It was horrible Once they were done they gagged Alison with three dirty socks and tied Maria’s shoe over her face, leaving her hands tied behind her back for the rest of the night. “Sweet dreams loser.” Maria said and all Alice could do was moan. The rest of the girls all laughed and left her there.

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Chapter 16: Moral Abandon

“Get the fags out mum” , Martin Coombes said from gritted smile placing his arm around his mother’s waist and burying his fingers in the sumptuous faux fur; clawing at and wanting the real thing.

His mother flashed an intense look of mischief but accompanied by raised eyebrows and said “Ssshhh I don’t want people thinking I am leading my own son astray…”

“You are though aren’t you mum?” said Martin, this time in a whisper close to his mother’s ear, and taking one of the cigarettes from his mother’s gloved hand as they stood at the bus stop in Kensington High Street.

Martin’s breath already had the odour of smoke and manhood, something that made her heart skip a beat as she remembered his former innocence.

“I’m just giving you a few tips Martin ,…though I don’t think you need much encouragement do you, you little bugger?”

Martin’ cock stiffened as his mother used the expression in a gruff and husky manner; uncouth for his well spoken mother, that had dirty thoughts underlying it.

It was followed by a husky and dirty giggle and he joined the chorus as he stooped to accept his mother lighter. They stared at each other smiling wickedly as their exhales in the cold afternoon took on the form of murderous white apparitions, meeting, colluding and seeking a victim as they danced around others at the stop.

One middle aged man turned to eye up the proceedings.

Martin giggled and pulled his mother toward his hips.

His mother beat him lightly on the chest

“MARTIN! I’m your mother what are you doing?” she whispered sternly…but not physically resisting his move. Martin smiled as he looked into his mother’s eyes, looking to see if there was any objection as his cock stiffened through the new jeans he had just bought, against her exposed 10 denier thigh, and both his hands caressed the fur over her pert backside. There wasn’t. She bit her lip in pleasure and disbelief. The gloved hand in which she held her cigarette caressed his hips, and she smiled…distantly; longingly….acutely aware of the taboo, as she watched for the bus.

“Fuck it mum let’s give the bastard a show…I bet he’s got a boner because you’re smoking, that’s why he turned. “

His mother smiled and glanced over at tokat escort the attractive well groomed stylish gentleman letting out her exhale toward him and making him twitch uncomfortably.

” Mum we are in London. Nobody knows you’re my mum and we could easy pass as boyfriend girlfriend, so shut up and give me a kiss…”

Jennifer Coombes watched the spoken words as they cascaded on a waterfall of smoke from the tender wicked moistness of her son’s lips. She looked into the pitch black pools of evil that peered at her from beneath the long fringe and felt the warmth of his body against her. Martins hand meandered back around round the soft nipped waist of his mother’s coat, on to her pert velvet fur nap of her backside and his stiffness purred.

“I love you in fur mum…” he whispered, unable to stop himself as he followed her devastating form snug in fur over her hips. Soft. So soft….and her long legs protruding…. calf muscles thrown by her heels like a bitch up on her hocks. “I mean I love …really… love it”

“I know you do. I like it too….” she spoke barely audibly and totally helplessly. Her right thigh relaxed and bent into her son’s crotch. She couldn’t help herself.

She turned, without expression, and took from the long white chalice, her eyes closing momentarily as she succumbed, then opening them to flash her son an evil wink which made his cock jerk against her.

It snaked around to nudge her gusset. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt it and her heart pounded . The darkest thoughts that had ever crossed her mind did so now and the nicotine encouraged her, like a whispering entity that caressed her and said “go on…do it”.

Holding the exhale, she turned back to Martin. This time the poison pools were hers.

“My baby….” she whispered, poison pouring from her lips, as they approached Martin’s mouth, which opened in anticipation. She shot the smoke deep into her son and they held each other in a dizzy descent to depraved fantasy, pawing at each other tentatively through warm winter clothes. Their lips tingled a dance of moral abandon, before Jennifer broke it off gently, going no further. Their lips had barely touched, but it was a deep a kiss she had ever experienced.

“Martin yozgat escort no more. Please. It will spoil the day…I feel terrible.”

“Martin squeezed his mom’s hand and took another drag of his own cigarette, shooting the exhale at the fur covered bosom that rose to greet it.

“No worries mum” he whispered “we are just playing that’s all.” The whisper changed to a cough and he spoke up. “So where we going then mum?”

The bus approached and Jennifer grabbed her son’s hand like he was still her baby and ushered him onto the waiting platform, turning for one last drag before discarding her cigarette with a sexy flick of her fingers. Martin did the same and they boarded.

“Knightsbridge” her smoky exhale said, both to the conductor and Martin “Sloane Street”.

Frank Bentley took out a pack of cigarettes form his pocket and watched the bus disappear. It wasn’t going his way, thank the Lord. His hands were trembling at what he had witnessed. Not that he heard any of the conversation, but the two moles in exactly the same place on their faces was something a former police sketch artist didn’t miss. Brother and sister or mother and son he didn’t know, but as his fingers trembled in his fingerless gloves to light his own Benson, he decided he didn’t object. Despite trying to kick the habit he had carried his cigarettes for a week just in case. Just in case of what he didn’t know. But he did now. “Welcome back lover” mistress nicotine said as she ravaged him at the fog bound loneliness of the bus stop.

An hour later Jennifer Coombes was trying on her eighth fur at the discreetly situated Furriers off Bayswater Rd.

Crystal fox. It was the one for his mother Martin decided; well his favourite anyway….though she also had her eye on the soft phantom beaver that also had been the perfect ankle length 52″ she sought. The one Martin held against him in his arms with his erection aroused by its presence. It was the softest thing he had ever felt: well since last night and Laura’s black version. His mother looked good in Autumnal tones though; no less sexy but perhaps a touch more classy. Then he glanced over at the Blackglama she had tried too.

“Oh mum they all look so good…I can’t decide. What do you prefer?”

“Can zonguldak escort I try the full pelt ¾ blue fox first coat again?” she asked the attentive Spanish girl who smiled at the one she preferred if she had the choice.

She took the coat and placed it against her face with eyes closed in appreciation, before putting it on Jennifer’s shoulders.

She looked at Martin:

“This one is most for sexy yes?” she smiled teasingly.

Martin eyed his mother in the soft smoky blue tons of the fox, as she walked around the salon. It had an amazing swing carried by the weight of full pelts and the design of Dior.

“You can belt too looks very nice.” She offered.

Jennifer Coombes eyed herself in the mirror. It made her look and feel sexy. She had to have it. The others…yes those too.

“I will take all four” she said and slipped the American Express card from her purse and passed it to the surprised assistant. Normally, she would be lucky to sell one or two in a day and saw much of her job as PR as men bought in their girlfriends just to try on and dream.

The bill was £19 400.

This was nothing to Jennifer who had £400 000 inheritance that her husband didn’t even know about, from a late Aunt she had nursed the year before. He suspected nothing: the Aunt lived in a rented flat and nobody had expected she had not a bean to her name.

She looked over and smiled as Martin stood breath held but excited.

“Oh mummmm…they are lovely…I wish…”

“What Martin?” she said smiling as he stroked the phantom beaver coat with hug thick sable collar and cuffs still. She had her suspicions.

“Oh nothing…” he sighed, holding the coat up to himself , narrowing his eyes as he held it in font in him and imagining himself in it. He still had his eyeliner on and his mother’s jaw dropped. He looked stunning. Like a supermodel. A female one. Prettier…much…than Natasha P.

The assistant’s jaw dropped too.

“It’s amazing…you look like…. like beautiful girl…try it on….yes why not?”

Martin looked at his mother shaking, and her head nodded in encouragement.

He tried it on and looked at himself in the mirror.

His mother caressed him in the fur and kissed him on the cheek. “Martin….you are beautiful…as a boy yes…but you could be a girl…it’s amazing!”

Martin smiled, went red and said nothing

He removed the coat and passed it to the assistant.

“I’ll take it” he smiled, winking at his mother who giggled with intrepid abandon wondering where they were going…..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let, me take you home,” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” I conceded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suzie laughed to break the tension, and backed away.

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

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

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

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

“No Suzie,no you mustn’t”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a dick.”

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

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

“Suck it, please.” Suzie said.

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

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

Sometimes a dream is fulfilled.

This is my first story.

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

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

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

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

‘Yes…yes, she sure is.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yes Miss Jackson?’

‘Come here Jamie.’

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

‘There!’

‘Pardon Miss?’

‘Not there. ‘Stand just there.’

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

‘How are you settling in Jamie?’

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

‘Miss?’

‘It’s a simple enough question Jamie.’

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

‘Yes.’ Was all he could say.

‘Yes?’ Yes what?’

‘I mean Yes Miss.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Really? ‘

‘Yes.’

Miss Jackson stood up, pushing her chair back.

‘Sit there.’

Jamie just stood there like a rabbit in the headlights.

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

‘Why Miss?’

‘Don’t question me. Sit on my chair.’

Jamie walked to her chair stiffly and sat down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why were you looking at me earlier Jamie?’

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

‘I asked you a question Jamie.’

‘I…I…I wasn’t Miss.’

‘I know you were.’

‘No.’

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

‘I don’t know.’

‘Let me see if I can help you then.’

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

‘Would you like to watch me undress Jamie?’

‘Miss?’

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

‘No. of course not.’

‘No? Are you gay Jamie?’

‘No Miss!’

‘Do you have a girlfriend?’

‘A girlfriend Miss?’

‘Yes…’

‘Well, no…I. No Miss.’

‘No? Are you sure you’re not gay?’

‘I’m not gay Miss!’

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

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

‘I…well. Yes Miss Jackson. Oh fuck!’

‘Yes what Jamie?’

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

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

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

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

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

‘Is this what you wanted Jamie?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Nnnnn?’

‘I piss on them!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh and Jamie?’

‘Miss?’ He said weakly.

‘See you on Wednesday Jamie.’

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

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

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

“Just call me Frank, most people do.”

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

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

“They sign for six months too?”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, he’s been here seven years?”

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

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

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

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

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

The First Pen

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds barbaric.”

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

“They are people though.”

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

“He doesn’t get to eat?”

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

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

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

“How often does him cum?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, you made him a paraplegic?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? And give up freedom.”

“Who really has freedom nowadays.”

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

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

“How’d you walk?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve heard it’s nine months.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One of your technicians spilled it I bet.”

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

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

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Out of the silence your voice breaks the quietness with a playful yet seductive tone. You express your long-term love and infatuation and wanted to know if I would consider entertaining a playful exchange. Your eyes and smile suggest something different and to be candid, I’m just a little apprehensive. Reaching out to cup my cheek, you direct me into a long passionate kiss. With my heart racing and with the feelings of arousal, you expand to hint at an opportunity for a really cool, but erotic treat.

Who am I to pass up on something intriguing like this so I consent without knowing what you have in mind. The scenario has been set and your extreme happiness is evident. Your first instruction is for me to grab a couple of blankets and a pillow out of the vehicle and to follow you onto a remote park trail.

After a fair distance with occasional pauses for playful groping and kissing you lead us into a heavy thicket which eventual opens into a small concealed meadow. Indicating that this will do, I layout blankets on the ground in the open sunshine.

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I am to follow your instructions without deviation or hesitation no matter what is to be asked. There will be artistic leeway allowed, but only in order to heighten the essence of eroticism. As I agree by nodding, you settle down on the blanket leaning onto the pillow for comfort.

Now the fun starts as you instruct me to slowly and seductively disrobe. Button by button, item by item. As each fall to the ground, I am to turn and seductively real each newly exposed areas. After a bit of time, I’m down to just a pair of 501 jeans. You seem to prefer this type of jean over other options for the ability of easy access. The cool breeze places a chill on my mostly exposed skin as you now give direction that changes up the scenario. While standing facing you, I’m now to caress all of my bare skinned areas with my left hand and rub myself through the 501’s with my right.

While looking into your eyes I proceed to do this with the intent to please. With standing up for anyone walking by to see, my mood slowly gives in to the stimulating feelings of arousal. You encourage me to continue as my body becomes kocaeli escort sensitive to all touch. By directly rubbing myself through a denim clad, I find that I cannot contain the natural desire growing. At this time, there isn’t a means to hide the growth of the darkening stain of precum and the strain of arousal underneath. I also notice that your right hand is buried between your now tightly crossed legs. I can only imagine what feelings are stirring within.

With a slightly wicket smile, you inquire about what I’m feeling and remind me not to change any of my physical actions. I start to describe how my heart is racing and while my skin is chilled by the breeze, it is also hot under the sun. I describe my heighted sensitivity to touch and how my penis is aching under its constraint. I go on to describe that with each rub, I involuntarily shutter and twitch only to release more of my penial lubricant. Most importantly I expand on how my sexual passion is influencing my testicles to tightened while I gaze into your desiring eyes.

This appeared to be enough in that your directions now are to slowly and sexily remove my jeans, then slowly turn around while stroking myself in a methodical motion, but I must not orgasm. As I stand in front of you with my penis in hand, you voice approval and thanks as this has been on your bucket konya escort list for me. After a few minutes, you ask me if I’m ready for the next stage before you reveal my future treat. Glazed over in near over whelming passion I shake my head in the affirmative.

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I slowly rub my fingers across my rear entry, applying additional pressure during each passing. Eventually, my fingers start to slip in as I start into a circular pattern. My body seizes with a sudden, yet powerful, orgasm with copious amounts of cum splattering on my chest. As this subsides, you lean over to kissing me deeply. You go on to say that you always dreamed of seeing me in the throes of self-passion and highly desired to witness it in nature and in person.

You go on to reveal the treat mentioned as you tell me to load a special app onto my phone then uncrossing your legs, sliding your shorts to the side and showing me that you have been hiding a toy within awaiting me to take control.

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This incident took place several years ago but my precious HotWife has just recently “confessed” these events. This has become life changing for our sex life! After we had been married for about 3 wonderful and promiscuous years, my sexy little HotWife, Elaine, had decided it was time for her to cease fucking around and settle down and become a “respectable” American housewife. As a totally devoted loving, submissive, cuckolded husband, her wish was my command. Even though I could never get enough of her having lover after lover, her abstinence was yet another way for her to dominate me and delay my own sexual gratification. I always considered her cucking me and forcing me to eat other men’s cum as her form of punishing me for having such a tiny, pathetic “Mico-Cock” as she called it. Elaine, however, took her new vow of celibacy seriously and was actually living her life as a nearly sexless, typical “good little suburban housewife.” I was resolved to submit to her lifestyle changes. This…YAWN… way of life continued for the next three or so years as we led our clean respectable lives. A few years ago something happened in her that changed her outlook about sex drastically. The beautiful true inner SLUT was again revived! Elaine finally confessed this series of events that she felt she could no longer hide from me. The following is the story of those events as she related them to me, albeit a few years later. Elaine had a long road trip scheduled. She was going to be traveling alone in her car for nearly 24 hours. She was on her way to visit her sexy younger sister, Donna, and spend a week with her. Donna lived alone but had several boyfriends and she was always trying to set Elaine up with one or two of them. Since junior high school they used to hold friendly sibling rivalry contests to see which of them could hold the coveted “The Bad Sister” title. At first the winner was determined by which one of them had given the most blow jobs. As the sister’s matured, the sexual escapades became more erotic, and kinky! On the day before Elaine’s road trip she had a gynecologist appointment scheduled. Since her vow of celibacy, she had been avoiding these appointments because a part of the exam always causes her to have embarrassingly violent orgasms, or rather a series of convulsive orgasms! “The Speculum” was her nemesis and her coveted secret lover. She feared it now more than ever because she was so determined to be the good wife that she had dedicated herself to being… “From now on.”, as she had vowed! But she knows the affect that the Speculum Monster has over her body! It is unavoidable and now is the time.

It seems strange, but almost every woman will doll herself up as pretty as possible for her gyno appointments. She treats it like a hot date and she wants to look as pretty and sexy as she can for the man who she knows is about to see her nakedness and probe her innermost sexual regions. My wife is no different in that regard.

Elaine took a long time bathing and shaving her beautiful, tanned, muscular legs that morning. Her legs are almost thick, but with zero fat and very well defined strong looking muscles. In a word, her legs are magnificent! I think those strong muscles is one reason that she has such amazing control of her vaginal muscles. I have said that her pussy is big enough to drive a dump truck through it and at the same time, tight enough to break a pencil! She has the perfect “Dream Pussy” for any man, from the longest and fattest cock to ‘the smallest I’ve ever seen in my life’, as she so often says about mine.

I call Elaine “The Dream Girl”, because her beauty, sensuality and her magical pussy is what every man’s dreams are made of!

Elaine went one step further this morning. Although she had not shaved her pussy for three years, she decided that today she would. She simply could not bare her pussy to a stranger today without having it look as enticing as possible. My sexy ass wife shaved her pussy from asshole to belly button. There was no hair left anywhere on her body below her head! If that wasn’t enough, she spread the depilatory cream in the same areas and let it melt away any residual stubble. The result was just as she had hoped for and her pussy was literally shiningly smooth and prepubescent soft! She said it looked and felt so smooth and perfect that the sight of her own glistening, smooth pussy caused her to get extremely sexually aroused. She couldn’t keep her fingers off of it, or out of it as she soaked through another lavender bubble bath and several little orgasms! As she dried off and rubbed in the softening lotion, Elaine was satisfied that her pussy was going to be one of the sexiest pussy’s this Doctor had ever seen. After a splash of a deep cleansing Strawberry douche to freshen up her inner sanctum, she was now ready to bare her body and open her pussy to a man she had never met, and allow him to do whatever he wants with her body.

She was mentally prepared for her total submission to this complete stranger. My wife fully intended to remain the good faithful karaman escort wife throughout this exam, even though she knew full well that this strange man was about to bring her to multiple orgasms. It always happens when the Speculum is inserted, and sometimes just in anticipation of it. In any case she knows that the Doctors are seasoned professionals and likely feel no sexual urges during these exams.

Even that reality could not ease her rising excitement over her upcoming exposure and willing submission. Yes, willing submission. At this point she was not merely resolved to the inevitability of her impending orgasms, she was actually looking forward to having a stranger’s hands all over her body! She was both dreading and greatly looking forward to this experience!

For years in the past, Elaine had been an habitual exhibitionist and those old demons were rising up in her again now with a vengeance! Truth be told, she was actually very much welcoming those familiar old demons right now.

Now at the Doctor’s office, the nurse had Elaine strip totally naked and helped her into a hospital gown. She put the gown on her backwards with the opening down the front. Apparently a gynecological exam is much easier if the Doctor has full frontal access. The nurse assists Elaine with stepping up onto the exam table and getting her legs raised up onto the leg supports where her calf’s are strapped into the supports. This was more exciting than she expected, as it reminded her of some of the Bondage games she had so often enjoyed in the past! My wife said at this point her gown was not tied shut and was laying off of her to both sides. The nurse was inadvertently brushing against my wife’s’ sensitive skin as her hands seemed to be touching every exposed inch of my wife’s sexy, overstimulated body. Elaine was totally nude in the middle of the cold exam room with no sheet covering her at the moment.

The fact that her body was completely sans hair greatly intensified the sensitivity of her skin. The nurse had Elaine spread her legs wide as she took both heels and placed her feet in the cold stainless steel exam table stirrups. Elaine said that this event alone was quite exhilarating and sensual. She was beginning to feel sexually attracted to the pretty young nurse. Elaine was feeling “..more naked than I had ever felt!” She was glad she had gotten a pedicure the day before. She thought her little feet looked beautiful, even sexy. The bright red toenail polish and matching fingernail polish was worth the extra effort. “I look sexy as fuck!” she proudly thought to herself! The nurse pulled Elaine’s gown over my wife’s big tits, but it kept falling to the side re-exposing her nude, and by now very erect and firm breasts.

Elaine said that as her feet were spread wide apart by the nurse, her big pussy involuntarily opened wider and wider. This is always embarrassing, yet very sexually stimulating for my wife. She said it always feels like the whole room is being turned inside out and the cool air is being sucked into her gaping pussy every time she submits to one of these exams. Elaine told me that the nurses mouth fell open and her eyes were glued onto Elaine’s massive cunt. My wife said that her pussy juices started flowing and flooded the exam table. The nurse spread the stirrups wider, as she placed Elaine’s hands on her own ankles and scooted her ass right up to the bottom edge of the exam table. She told my wife to hold her ankles as wide apart as possible “… and don’t turn loose of your ankles during the exam. Keep them spread as wide as you can. Knees spread wide also. The Doctor will need you to remain as open as possible to him throughout the exam. There is a mirror right over the Doctors shoulder so you can watch everything he’s doing to you.”

The nurse laid a sheet over my wife’s nude body and pulled the sheet down past her knees, but not before stealing one more long look at her naked body and pussy and remarking “That’s perfect! You look amazing!” as she smiled, winked and flashed a knowing thumbs up to my wife! The sheet once again slipped off her breasts, leaving her practically totally nude. The nurse did not re-cover her breasts as she left the room and said “The Doctor will be right in.”

Elaine said that her pussy continued to throb and flow a steady stream of juices as she awaited the Doctor. Even the top sheet was getting soaked now as the top of it slipped off her other breast, leaving both massive breasts exposed as she held her ankles wide apart, as she had been instructed, and awaited the Doctor’s entrance. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable.” she related to me, “…or so horny and sexy! I was craving any form of sex at that moment! I felt like I looked totally irresistible! My whole body was covered with goose bumps and I simply could not wait for the Doctor to see me totally nude like this, holding my ankles wide apart just for him, inviting him into my deepest parts! I watched the mirror and I was excited by just how damn good I looked!”

When kars escort the Doctor walked in and introduced himself, he was not one of the Doctors she recognized. He was much younger, of Latin decent and quite handsome. He said “Good afternoon, Elaine, let’s take a look at you.” As he lifted the sheet up above her hips, her pussy squirted juices out onto the floor. The Doctor leaned in closer to her pussy, breathed in her Strawberry fragrance, and said “OH MY! This is quite unique! Interesting,” (he took another deep breath, inhaling her scent), “indeed! Absolutely beautiful! Impressive!”

Elaine asked him if everything looks OK? He answered “Yes! Quite OK! Better than just OK! I don’t see something like this every day! This is indeed quite a treat!” He reached up and touched her labia with his fingers, spreading the lips apart and inserting two bare fingers deep into her vagina! She felt her pussy gap even wider as the juices flowed freely. His touch sent shockwaves through her body as she concentrated on opening herself up to him as wide as possible! She made an obvious show of opening and closing her labia for him while at the same time spreading her knees even further apart. She wanted him to know, without a doubt, that she was open, willing, and vulnerable to him.

He seemed to realize that he was being a little unprofessional and had just touched her pussy without his exam gloves. “Sorry! I got carried away! Please forgive me”, as he pulled his hand back out of her pussy and put on the exam gloves.

He said “OH MY WORD! This is impressive, beautiful! Much, much bigger and more well developed than anything I’ve seen since the films in medical school! Let me get the speculum and let’s see just how wide and deep you truly are! I dont see any health issues with it being this big, but I want to look deeper into this to be sure. Deeper…(LOL), Sorry, no pun intended.”

Elaine began to shudder because the insertion of the speculum and the way the Doctor cranks it open wider and wider always causes her to go into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss! This was why she had been delaying this “routine” examination. As the nearly frozen stainless steel instrument touched the slick, wet walls of her pussy, her cunt involuntarily jumped open wider and wider, excreting even more hot juices. The Doctor slid the speculum all the way in as deep as it would go and he began cranking her open wider and wider! About this time he noticed her naked breast. He froze in place for a second as he gazed at her rock hard swollen nipples.

The Doctor said “Apparently you find this part of the exam sexually stimulating. Don’t worry, a lot of women do. It’s perfectly normal.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed the sheet off her big breasts as he continued to steal glances. He made no effort to protect her modesty.

Elaine told him “Hell yes it’s sexually stimulating! It feels like your whole hand is inside me!” He grinned and answered “(LOL) Thats because it is, Elaine. It is not often I get the opportunity to explore at this depth and width! Sorry. Does this hurt at all?” As he rotated his hand round and round deep inside her pussy! She could feel his fingers touching and probing everything within her. She started orgasming over and over as he pumped his fist and fingers in and out and round and round inside of her as the speculum held the walls of her pussy wide open and her juices splattered all over the Doctor and the exam room floor.

“No. It doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite! You feel amazing that deep inside of me!” she told him. “Do whatever you want to do to me. I’m all yours! PLEASE! Don’t stop now!!!

The Doctor commented that the speculum was at maximum opening, both width and depth. He suggested that he needed to step out of the exam room and retrieve a larger speculum. Much to my wife’s embarrassment, he opened the exam room door and walked out leaving her nude body totally exposed to everyone in the hallway! She heard him talking to a nurse and asking her to retrieve the extra large speculum, “…the largest one that we sometimes use for childbirth. This woman is an amazing specimen!” She felt like every person in office walked by and peeped in at her! When he returned he excitedly inserted the new speculum inside the existing one while sliding the smaller one out. “At least that’s what it felt like at the time” she told me. That motion alone caused Elaine to scream in orgasm. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the open exam room door. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “Sorry. I got overly excited at what I was about to do to you!” as he turned and closed the exam room door.

Elaine said there was a weird sensation after that. Without even touching her vaginal walls, she felt something touching and then sliding into her uterus! It was his index finger! Her vagina was spread so wide that his whole hand never even touched the vaginal walls as he reached in to probe her uterus. She orgasmed all over his gloved hand, up to his elbow and splattered his white kıbrıs escort lab coat! He said “Oh My! This has never happened before! This is beautiful! Quite stimulating indeed!” He took off his latex gloves and reached for another pair. Without a word she turned loose of her ankles, spread her knees even wider apart, grabbed his arm and slammed it through the speculum and back into her massive cunt!

She said to him, ” If you are going to be this intimate with me, PLEASE don’t use a rubber glove and please don’t stop!” He again inserted his index finger into her uterus. She whispered “More please!…and deeper.”

“OH MY WORD”, he said as she demanded more! He inserted two unsheathed fingers deeper into her uterus and gently massaged her, deeper still. As she began to shudder, his wrist bumped and rotated around the inner circle of the speculum. This sent her into a series of squirting orgasms. She held his hand and wrist inside her pussy as the metal utensil vibrated all around her vaginal ring. She said it was as if her clit had turned into a circle and the entire ring was totally orgasmic! As his hand moved round and round deep inside her, Elaine could hear and feel his wedding ring tapping and vibrating against the metal speculum as it overstimulated her clitoris. She loved the fact that he is a married man!

The orgasm was ridiculously intense and prolonged. The Doctor eventually withdrew his soaked hand and slowly released the pressure from the speculum. Her orgasms continued. She nearly lost consciousness as he withdrew the Speculum.

The Doctor stepped to the side of the exam table, apparently to pull the sheet over my wife’s exposed breast. Instead, as he lifted it up and intentionally dropped it to the floor while he stared at her totally nude body, legs still spread and convulsing, and her pussy, now minus the Speculum, still throbbing and now nearly opening and closing in rhythm to her labored breathing. From her head to her toes, he could not get enough of her sweaty, glistening body! As he stood beside her bed, he cupped her big breast in his hands, leaned down and sucked one stiff nipple into his warm mouth.

Elaine released her ankle and rubbed the front of the Doctor’s pants. Her eyes widened as she felt the extent of his erection! Then she felt the warmth and sticky wetness through his pants! The good Doctor had cum in his pants while bringing my wife to several of the best orgasms she had ever experienced! She was very proud of herself now! While looking at his cum on her fingertips and seeing it string between her fingers and thumb, she sucked her fingers clean, smiled at him and asked him “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

He answered “OH MY YESSS! I couldnt stop!” She took his pussy soaked hand and raised it to her lips as she sucked it clean! With her other hand she felt his cock twitch and ejaculate again! With her cum covered fingers she rubbed his cum over his lips and then slipped her fingers into his mouth. He took the hint and sucked his cum from her fingers. At the same time she took his hand and pressed it back into her pussy. Without the speculum in the way she was able to contract her pussy around his wrist…very tightly! His eyes widened and his body convulsed as he pressed his hard cock against my wife’s hip. She felt his hard cock erupt again! With both hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his sticky cum covered cock. She pulled him to her face and swallowed his cock. She did an expert job at sucking and cleaning his cock. She really enjoyed that she could watch the two of them in the mirror. When she finished cleaning his large brown cock, she pulled him to her and they shared a long, deep, sensual lovers kiss. When she released his still hard cock, he tucked it back into his cum soaked pants and zipped up.

He handed her his business card and said “I know you’re married, and so am I, but please ask for me for your next appointment. PLEASE! This has been beyond my wildest expectations! You are an amazing and beautiful woman! You are more woman than any I have ever even fantasized about! And now I have to keep my lab coat buttoned for the rest of the day! LOL! Never mind that. This one is soaked! I’ll need to get another one to finish my day. I’ll have the nurse come get you cleaned up. I will expect to see you again in six weeks… or less. PLEASE.” He was almost begging her.

He walked out and once again left the exam room door wide open, triggering yet another violent orgasm. Elaine tweaked her nipples to fully erect, grabbed her ankles and spread everything as wide as possible! “What the hell!” she thought as her pussy continued to open and close with each successive orgasm. At this point she was hoping everone in the office would get a good look at her nude body and be as impressed as the Good Doctor!

She felt like such a wanton WHORE! Like back in the old days. It was a feeling like a long lost friend returning. She was also wondering why she hadn’t stuffed his cum covered cock into her pussy while she had her hands on his big brown hard beautiful cock! Oh My did he ever taste good!?! That thought threw her into another violent orgasm just as the nurse entered the room. The shocked nurse froze in the open doorway, once again exposing my wife’s nude orgasmic body to the entire staff of the Doctor’s office!

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This is the fourth part in a series. It is recommended that you read the whole story in sequence.

It is a long and slow moving tale. It is not the type of story filled with rampant sex, It has a has a slow erotic build. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

*

Tuesday Night Party

Karen and I walked through the camp just as it was growing dark. It was a wonderfully warm evening and Karen had left her sarong behind, but we both carried towels. Karen had tied her hair up nicely and was wearing makeup and black g-string type panties — It was after all, she said, a party. I of course was naked.

Although she had not taken the plunge into full nudity yet, she was more than comfortable with baring her large breasts by now, and tonight she looked even better as the g-string hid nothing of her bum. Her buttocks were very round, very full and for her age they sat incredibly high. As she walked they rolled with each step in a beautifully fluid motion.

“So, Little Brother,” she asked me. “What goes on at a nudist BBQ?”

“I dunno,” I answered. “Same as any other BBQ I guess. Drinks, lots of yakking and some poorly cooked food.”

“As long as they don’t burn your sausage,” she laughed. “But judging from what we have seen of Val and Rod I think it might be a bit more than your average BBQ.”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you notice what they wore today?” she asked. “Val had jewelry on her nipples and Rod was wearing a cock ring!”

“So?”

“So I think they might be swingers or something,” she said.

“Oh, I doubt that,” I said. “Not at their age.”

“Ha, age has nothing to do with it,” she said. “And it stands to reason that a place like this must attract some swingers at least.”

“Possibly,” I stopped and put my hand on her shoulder. “Remember what I said. It still stands. If you are EVER uncomfortable here we can pack up and go.”

“I’m fine,” she smiled. “Really. It’s like Val said; Nudism is about freedom. And I am starting to feel that way. I choose what to show or not show, and what to see and not see. I’m not going to run off like a frightened schoolgirl, I just set my own limits.”

Again I was amazed, and proud of how comfortable she had become with naturism in only two days. We walked on through the twilight, hand in hand.

“Are you and Vicky?” she suddenly asked

“Are we what?”

“Swingers,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Not exactly,” It was not a subject I really wanted to get into. My wife Vicky and I had ‘soft swung’ with good friends on several occasions, but the hard-core orgy scene was definitely not for us.

“What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Karen laughed

“It means ‘ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies'” I replied. “Ask Vicky if you want to know. I’m no squealer.”

We soon found Val and Rod’s cabin. They had rented one slightly larger than ours with a huge deck filled with large outdoor sofas and tables. The deck faced away from the camp with a stunning view of the hills rising beyond the river. Soft lights glowed around the edge of the deck and candles on the tables added a warm glow. Val squealed a hello at the sight of us and raced down the wooden steps to kiss us in greeting. She too had her hair neatly done up and in addition to the rings that circled her nipples she was now wearing a silver belly button stud that had a tiny chain hanging from it.

Rod, standing at the BBQ with a short apron covering his groin, waved his tongs at us. Trev was standing next to him sipping a beer while Karl was helping Deb sort out some salad at the table in the centre of the deck.

I handed over the obligatory bottle of red to Val and we climbed up to the deck.

Deb came forward to kiss us hello. “Excuse the hands,” she said. “Covered in garlic and onion at the moment. Stinky.” She laughed. I was surprised to see that her lovely golden thatch of pubic hair was now totally gone, making her pussy mound look even rounder and softer. I shook hands with Karl and accepted a beer offered by Trev.

Val fussed around Karen, putting a glass of wine in her hand and leading her to a large three-seater sofa.

“C’mon Deb.” She called. “Put your feet up. It’s a barbecue so let the men do all the work.”

Rod had it all in hand so we other three men just stood around him and talked the sort of inconsequential chat that men do at barbecues, with the occasional comment on cooking to show that we were all masters of the tongs when we had to be. Rod had marinated chicken pieces, some exotic sausages, lamb cutlets and scotch fillet steak. All looking and smelling great and all timed to perfection so that all of it could come to the table at the same time.

“No standing on ceremony,” Rod said as we ferried the meat to the table. “Whack it all in the middle and just grab what you fancy.”

We sat around the large table. Karen was on my right and Val on my left. Deb and Trev sat opposite us. At each end of the table sat Rod and Karl – Rod closest van escort to Karen and Karl at Val’s corner. I wondered if they had arranged it that way to keep Karl away from my sister?

The meal was a huge success. We ate slowly and the conversation flowed around the table. Trev had a fund of funny stories to tell and we were all laughing and feeling very comfortable with each other.

Eventually at a lull, Val suddenly said to Karen; “So, day two and you are looking pretty comfy with naturism. Well done, you!”

“Mm,” laughed Karen. “Not that comfortable, I still keep my knickers on!”

“Oh, who cares?” said Rod, “We are just happy that you are comfortable with OUR nudity.”

“I think it’s great,” said Karen. “And if we ever meet away from here I think it might feel weird to see you guys with clothes on. I will always think of you as naked.”

“We look much older with our clothes on,” said Val. “Another advantage of naturism for us. And Rod is right, you keep your knickers on if you want- it’s your choice, always remember that.”

“Well I had no plans to even go topless this week,” said Karen. “As for the bottom half — I didn’t actually prepare that area.”

“Prepare?” asked Karl

“Oh, you know,” said Karen, a little flustered. “Trim, I’m afraid it’s a little too bushy down there right now.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Deb. “That too is personal choice. I got rid of my landing strip today just as a special treat for Trev.” Deb stood up and ran her hands down her belly to emphasize how smooth she now was.

“Its true,” smiled Trev. “I do like the shaven haven now and then.”

“Quite a treat for the rest of us too!” said Rod.

Deb laughed and thrust her hips forward and all the rest of us at the table, even Karen, leant forward a little to admire her freshly shaven pussy. With the thick yellow hair totally gone we could see that although her pussy lips were very small and hidden by her chubby flesh, her clitoral hood was pronounced and only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. And in the middle, just the tiniest hint of a coral pink clitoris tip showed through

“Very pretty,” said Val

“Wonderful,” breathed Karl

“You’re a lucky man Trev,” said Rod.

Karen and I really had no comment to make, but we both smiled at Deb as she sat down again.

“I think I would definitely need to resort to the razor before I went nude,” said Karen after some thought and she looked down and idly ran her finger under the front of her g-string leg. It was the leg closest to me and I glanced down to see the crease where leg joined pelvis. Thick black curly pubes rippled under her finger as she ran it along the edge of her mound. She caught me gazing at her and made a funny face before snapping the elastic and closing off the view once more.

For the next half hour we all sat around and discussed pubic hair and the arguments for and against and each one’s personal preference, and for all that we may have been discussing ordinary hairstyles rather than what we liked to see on our genitals.

Val and Rod were confirmed ‘smoothies’. Mainly they said because at their age they preferred it to grey pubic hair. Karl was ‘all natural’ as he had a lot of body hair and if he tookoff the pubes it would look odd and he would have to go the entire ‘back, sack and crack’ which was too much trouble. Deb was either a ‘landing strip’ girl or totally bare, depending on the mood. Trev kept his balls smooth (for Deb) and only manscaped a little now and then, preferring to keep some hair but definitely not on the shaft of his penis.

” I can’t figure you out, Tim,” said Val, looking down at my dick.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem to have much pubic hair, but you don’t look like you do much shaving either.”

“Oh, mostly natural, ” I said, “My hair is blonde and very fine so I have never had much hair there.”

“I see,” she said. “Your balls look smooth but they are not.” She ran her hand up my leg and cupped my balls. Karen looked on wide-eyed. Val’s warm fingers grabbed and twirled the fine blonde hairs on my scrotum and then ran her fingers over the mound above my cock and through the slightly thicker hair there.

“Oops,” she laughed. “Quick Karen, get him a napkin — a big one!” Val’s touch had brought me to almost full erection and I was struggling to move my chair and hide it under the table.

Karen passed me a large cloth napkin and I draped it over my hardening cock to hide it.

“Sorry,” I said, more to Karen than anyone else.

Karen was silently looking down at my still hard cock, now thankfully hidden by the cloth.

“Oh no,” said Val. “It’s my fault. I am sorry Karen.”

“It’s OK, ” said Karen. “I am sure these things happen. In fact that is one of the things about Nudism that I can’t quite get my head around.”

“Oh? How so?”

“I mean comparing you to textiles,” Karen explained. “Men get erections all the time. If we were at clothed barbecue, any number of men could yalova escort sit around the table with erections and hide them. But your ‘no erection’ rule must be very difficult to maintain for most men I am sure.”

“Well, its more of a guideline than a rule,” said Trev with a smile.

Deb punched his arm. “Shut up, you”

“I see your point,” said Rod. “But at a clothed barbecue people would not accept unwanted sexual advances, would they? Most nudists see unwanted erections as sexual aggression — unwanted erections that is.”

“Unwanted is an interesting question,” said Karl. “It supposes that a man must only become erect when it suits the woman. I for one can tell you that a great many of my erections are entirely spontaneous and beyond my control.”

“Oh I think you can control it if you try,” said Deb.

“Why should we have to do all the trying? asked Trev. “Easy for you women to say. You don’t know what it’s like. And besides, you can lay around the pool and be as horny as you like and it doesn’t show.”

“Oh it shows,” countered Deb, “You just don’t know how to look for the signs.”

“Well,” said Karen. “I feel a little sorry for the men, like poor Tim here.” She put her arm on my shoulder. “Men statistically have erections 10 to 15 times a day. That means that if your average nudist male has no erections he is nothing like the rest of the male population.”

“Wouldn’t bother me if they did,” said Val. “But rules are rules.”

“Guidelines,” said Trev, to a round of laughter.

“So you don’t feel that an erection in this context is aggressive Val?” asked Karen.

“More research sis?” I asked.

Karen explained to the others that she was indeed seriously thinking about writing a paper on naturists, and that all their opinions were of great interest to her.

“OK,” said Val. “For the most part no. Unless a guy is hiding in the bushes masturbating — and very few nudists would do that — I find erections attractive and flattering. Just because a guy has a hardon doesn’t mean he is going to jump my bones.”

“But the intention is there,” said Deb.

“No,” explained Val. “The attraction is there — not the intent. ‘Control’ as you put it before is about controlling your actions. Tim had an erection just now but he did not stand up and throw me on the table and ravish me did he?”

“Damn good thing he didn’t,” said Rod. “That’s our best tablecloth!”

After the laughter died down Karen asked. “So, opinion is divided. Val has no problem with seeing erections but Deb is the opposite.”

“Hey I didn’t say that,” laughed Deb. “All I meant was a time and a place for everything.”

“Again,” said Karl. “It is the woman who gets to choose the time and the place eh?”

“And why not?” she asked.

“Not a matter of who chooses,” said Val.” It’s a matter of time and place. For example, here we are in a ‘private’ residence, there are no minors here, no textiles…”

“Karen’s a textile,” I suggested.

Val looked at me and went on. “No one to be offended as we are all friends, so here is a perfectly acceptable time and place for an erection. Or even a whole bunch of them.” She laughed. “But right now I have washing up to do. Back to reality.”

We all got busy helping clean up and as I helped Val take things inside the cabin I whispered: “Val, are you guys swingers?”

“Oh, ” she replied. “Maybe. Sometimes. Why?”

“It’s OK with me,” I said. “But can you please not freak out my sister?”

Val grabbed my hand and looked into my face kindly. “Relax. No one is trying to organize an orgy. And besides, it’s your sister that is asking all the questions. I think she is a lot more confidant and open than you give her credit for.”

“Yeah maybe,” I said. “But she is my sister and I brought her here and I feel responsible for her welfare.”

“Very admirable,” said Val. ” But I’ll say it again. We don’t believe in forcing anyone into anything. And if I think for a moment that Karen is at all uncomfortable, I will do something about it, OK? Now lets enjoy the rest of the evening, deal?”

“Deal.”

After tidying up we all sat back on the deck and enjoyed the red wine. Trev and Deb sat side by side on a small deep chair. Val sat between Karl and Rod on the large sofa and Karen and I shared a smaller sofa.

We were all quite mellow and relaxed by then and the conversation, though still pleasant, had grown more subdued.

Deb was sitting sideways on Trev’s lap and from where I sat I could see he was sporting an erection that was standing up and rubbing against her hip. His left hand was tracing circles around her bum, occasionally drifting in to let his fingers run slowly up the line of her pussy lips.

Karl had his left arm around Val’s shoulder while Rod rested his right hand on the top of her left thigh.

Karen and I sat apart, but leaning forward, elbows on knees as we sipped our wine and chatted.

“So after all that debate,” Karl said to Deb. “You still think this is çorlu escort not the time or the place eh?”

“What do you mean?”

“From here,” said Karl, “we can tell Trev is excited but you are doing your best to hide it.”

Rod laughed: “Leave them alone Karl. Young lovers is what they are.”

“I was hiding it from Karen,” said Deb. “I’m sure she would not appreciate Trev flashing his boner at her.”

“She might,” said Karl. “Did you ask her?”

“No, and I am not about to.”

“I will then,” said Val. She turned to Karen. “No one is asking you to accept anything, Pet. But would it offend you?”

Karen put her head to one side and thought a moment. “No,” she said. “I really think it wouldn’t.”

“Hey do I get a say in this?” laughed Trev.

“Nope,” said Deb. And with that she swung her legs around to sit beside him and reveal his cock, standing up short but incredibly thick with a very tapered head. She grabbed it by the base and wiggled it. “Whose a naughty boy, then?” she giggled.

Karen laughed at the sight of it and immediately apologized. “Sorry Trev,” she said. “I wasn’t laughing at you –just at the situation.”

We settled back to chat again, but it was clear that Deb had no intention of removing her hand from Trev’s cock, and soon his own hand and snaked down and was gently stroking her pussy, opening the lips a tiny bit and now and again lingering on her clitoris.

On the other sofa, Karl’s hand was now over Val’s shoulder and he was softly kneading her breast, while Rod had moved is hand further up her thigh to cup and stroke her bald pussy.

It looked all very innocent and casual but I worried how far they might go, and at what point Karen would become offended.

“Are you OK?” Val asked her. “I don’t want anything to upset you. We are not going to start bonking in front of you, I promise. We just like a tiny bit of hanky panky — as my mother used to call it – at the end of the day.”

“No,” said Karen abstractedly. “No, I’m fine.” Her eyes were fixed on Karl, whose cock was now standing up in an erection the size that I — and I am sure Karen – had never seen before outside of porn. And seldom within porn for that matter. It must have been easily ten inches long and proportionately thick, rising straight up out of his thick black groin to reach past his belly button. His foreskin was half retracted to reveal a huge bulbous head, an angry purple in colour. I had no idea what Karen was thinking, but it damn near scared the life out of me.

Val followed Karen’s gaze down to the cock by her side, said “Ooohh,” and did what was possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen. She draped one leg over Rod’s knee and the other over Karl’s, opening her pussy wide for us to see. Then she reached out and took each of their cocks in each hand and very very slowly wanked them.

“Damn Karl,” laughed Trev, “you are gonna give poor Karen nightmares.”

“Oh, I am harmless old man,” said Karl. “You all know that.”

Rod was actively running two fingers in and out of Val’s pussy by now. Trev had a finger in Deb and his thumb circling her clit, while she stroked his cock and reached under to play with his balls. Karl bent his head to take Val’s nipple into his mouth and she sighed and smiled over at Karen. Rod had a below average size cock which looked dwarfed compared to Karl’s, but Val paid them both the same attention, squeezing and running her hands from base to tip on each, although her left hand all but obscured Rod’s cock whereas her right hand seemed tiny wrapped around Karl’s giant shaft.

They were all breathing heavily now, and apart from sighs and giggles there was not much said. Karen and I sat transfixed. My own cock was rock hard and the tip was already wet with precum and I draped my towel over it to shield it from my sister’s eyes. Not that I needed have bothered. Her eyes were too busy taking in the scene around her. Deb caught my eye and with a gesture asked me to uncover my cock so she could see it. She had both heels up on the chair under her buttocks now and Trev had opened her slit as wide was he could and was pinching and kneading her clit. With her hand reached back behind her she was wanking Trev’s cock hard and fast as he kissed her throat and shoulders.

Karen was leaning further forward, gazing intently at Karl’s cock as Val’s hand slid up and down it. Karl now had is left hand on her pussy, flicking her clit with little taps while her husband drove his fingers deeper into her with circular motions.

Val had a seraphic smile on her face and would close her eyes again and again, only to open them and look over to Karen. It seemed that even in her high state of excitement she would not forget her promise to my sister.

Karen suddenly stood up and began to move toward their sofa. I panicked for a moment and tried to pull her back but she turned and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. I am not gonna DO anything.”

She knelt on the deck before the three of them, one hand resting on Val’s ankle as she drank in the scene.

Left alone I looked over to Deb and Trev who were clearly too engrossed in each other now to worry about others. I looked back to the main sofa and caught Val’s eye. She smiled, pursed her lips in a kiss at me and mouthed the words “Don’t worry.”

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I’ve started to settle in to the open marriage thing. I’m still a little jealous about my husband, Dave, having sex with his mistress, but I’m having sexy adventures whenever I want them, and Dave’s encouraging me to have more. So I’m trying to have a few more, as the sex between us is getting better than it’s ever been, and while I’m entertaining him, she isn’t.

I’ve been trying to keep things quiet, but I did have the guy that delivers the mail at work, Philip, find my Tinder profile. That led to a couple of great blow jobs in his little office in the mail room at work, but I’m not sure that’s something I’d like to repeat too often. People would notice, and that’s really not going to be great for my career.

I was at my desk, barreling through work, when Philip suddenly loomed over me.

“Hi,” I said, sort of distractedly, because I was still thinking about work.

“Hi,” he said, smiling warmly at me. “I keep thinking about those large package deliveries.”

He means me blowing him in his office.

“Uh huh,” I said, I could feel myself blushing slightly.

“And I showed my room mates your pictures, and they think you look really pretty.”

“What” I said, “pictures?”

“Just the ones on your Tinder profile, and the one you sent me of you in the bath.”

“I’d rather you keep that one to yourself,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “nobody here will ever see it.”

“Uh huh,” I said.

“Anyway,” he said, “I know you said that here isn’t the best place for a rerun.”

I nodded.

“So I was thinking maybe you could come over and meet the guys, and maybe we could have a rerun there.”

That was an intriguing idea.

“How many guys are we talking about?”

“Oh,” he said, “there’s only three of us in the house.”

That didn’t sound too bad.

“OK,” I said, “send me your address and we’ll set something up maybe one evening.”

He gave me a big grin and went on his way.

Emily, who sits across the hallway from me, called over when Philip was gone.

“I think he likes you.”

She’s a really nosy bitch at times.

“No,” I called back, “he just wanted to ask about a room mate situation.”

There, I’m not really lying, so it should be easy to not have a problem there.

My phone beeped, so I looked down at it. It was a message from Philip, with his address, and a suggestion for after work tomorrow. I messaged him back OK, then sat and thought about it. I looked his address up, and it was the opposite direction from work than home, so going via home was stupid. I wanted to look sexy for him and the guys, so I’d need to get changed at work. I didn’t want to leave work looking like a whore though, so I was going to have to think about it a little.

At the end of the day, I went home and looked through my wardrobe. Sexy, but not slutty. Sexy, but not slutty. Then I found the perfect thing – a tennis skirt. I like the way my legs look in a tennis skirt – they sometimes look too big, as I spend time at the gym, running and yoga, but in a tennis skirt, they look fine. I haven’t played tennis in years, but I pulled out my outfit, sneakers and sporty underwear, and put it in a bag.

Dave and I had a quiet night in, and in the morning I called to him as I left – “have a nice day, I’ll be late because I’m fucking three guys after work.”

There, let him stew on that.

The day seemed to drag by, because I was looking forward to after work. Philip dropped by my desk to hand me my mail, and I told him I was looking forward to the evening. He left with a spring in his step that my coworker Emily noticed, giving me a knowing smile.

When the end of the day finally came around, I grabbed my bag and headed for the ladies’ room. I stripped off my work clothes and folded them, putting them on the toilet seat, then kütahya escort dressed. A sporty but small thong that I bought to wear under yoga pants, little ankle socks, and a sports bra. I like the sports bra, because it hides how big your tits really are, so guys get excited when they see it, then more excited when you take it off. I like that. I covered this up with the white tennis skirt and blue and green shirt, and cute tennis shoes. I finished it off with a white baseball cap, with my hair in a ponytail hanging out the back.

Stepping out of the stall, I looked in the mirror… I looked several years younger, and hopefully Philip’s room mates would approve. I went back and put my office clothes away in the bag and headed out.

Nosey Emily caught me.

“I didn’t know you played tennis?”

“I don’t,” I said, “I’m going to a thing.”

She seemed to accept that, and I headed out to the car. I followed the GPS instructions to Philip’s house, and parked in his driveway. I left everything but my phone in the car, and went and knocked on the door. Philip opened it immediately, like he’d been waiting right by the door for me to get there.

“Hi!” he said brightly. “Come in.”

He stepped aside, and I went in. The door closed behind me.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dimmer light in the room, as all the curtains were drawn. There were four other guys sitting there, looking at me.

“Uh, Philip, this isn’t what I signed up for,” I said, nervously.

“Your profile says you like cock,” said one of them.

“Yes, but five is a lot of cocks. And two more than I was expecting.”

“Kyle and Stan were so excited about this that they told friends, who wanted to come along. I thought we could just let Eric and Kenny watch, you said you like being watched,” said Philip.

“I guess,” I said, “but anything goes sideways and I’m out of here, OK?”

The guys all agreed, and two of them, Eric and Kenny, I would guess, moved to a sofa over by the window.

“I’m trusting you to watch out for me,” I told Philip quietly.

He nodded.

“How would you like to play this,” he said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Yeah, like I was doing gang bangs regularly. I mean, I’ve done multiples, but that’s usually unplanned, I just end up there. Unlike this. Anyway.

“Well, let’s see what I’m working with – strip off.”

I turned and looked at Eric and Kenny.

“You too.”

I know guys are usually self conscious about being naked in front of each other, so I stood and watched them make a big deal about stripping off. I like to have the guys naked first, as it puts me in control, so we do what I want. They also sit with their knees together, rather than taking up as much space as possible, and I find that funny.

I went over to the better looking of Eric and Kenny, and handed him my phone.

“Here, take pictures for my husband.”

“Whoa,” he said, “you’re married?”

I nodded.

I went and took Philip’s hand, pulling him upright and to me. I took my cap off, tossing it to one of the guys, and put my arms around him. We started kissing passionately, because he’s a good kisser and I like getting kissed as a warm up. I was fondling his cock, while he squeezed my bum a bit, then remembered I like my tits felt, and moved his hands up and started feeling them through my clothes.

I backed away for a minute, partly to get my breath back, but also to remove my shirt, dropping it. Philip’s hands went back to my tits, but I worked my way out of the sports bra too, pulling that over my head. I dropped it on the floor next to me as well, and Philip went back to kneading my tits.

We kissed for a while longer, then I said “I know what you want,” and knelt down in front of him. With manisa escort the other four guys watching, I fed his cock into my mouth, going all the way into my throat in the first push. I held my hands up over my head so he could hold them with his hands, and just knelt there with him slowly pumping his way in and out of my mouth and throat as I looked up at him, all doe-eyed.

I could hear the other guys whispering amongst themselves, as Philip held my hands with one of his and put the other on the top of my head, holding me fairly still as he slid in and out.

Eventually he started to speed up, and he pulled out so just the tip was in my mouth. I licked around it as I strained to get more in my mouth, but he held me in place. He erupted, filling my mouth with his cum, and I swallowed as fast as I could so as to not waste any.

I looked up at him again, and he smiled and said “you said you didn’t know what my cum tastes like, well, now you know.”

I popped his cock out of my mouth.

“It tastes like cum,” I told him as I got to my feet.

I watched him sit down as I decided on my next victim. I pointed to him, and the older guy, maybe even as old as me, got up from the sofa.

He came over to me and his hands were immediately pulling me to him. He didn’t seem to want to kiss, having just watched me suck off his roommate, but he was happy to play with my tits.

He bent down and sucked one, then the other nipple. I love getting my nipples sucked. He reached behind me and started pulling my skirt down, so I helped that past my hips and left it lying where it landed on the floor.

He was sucking my nipples, and squeezing my bum with both hands.

I sort of shrugged him off, then knelt down in front of him. I licked his cock from root to tip, getting it nice and wet, then knelt up so I could put it between my tits. I wiggled my tits up and down against it for a bit, then I wiggled one up while the other went down for a bit. I lifted my whole self up and down for a bit, holding my tits together around his cock, then eventually went back to sucking it. It didn’t take long before he was holding my head and groaning. I knew he was about to cum, so I pushed my face all the way onto him so he came straight down my throat.

I held my face against him until he started to go soft, then I let him go. He held his hand out and helped me up, like a gentleman, then headed back to the sofa.

Philip’s other room mate got up, and came over to me. Like his friend, his hands went to my tits, kneading them for a while.

His hands started to slide lower around the bottom of my tits, and then I felt his hands slide around to the sides of my thong, and soon that was down to my thighs. Wiggling didn’t seem to dislodge it, so I pushed him back and told him to go and sit down, then took my thong off, collecting all my clothes into one pile on the floor.

I went over to him, and stood with my legs either side of his and my back to him. I was already really turned on, so I was more than wet enough that I just grabbed his cock and sat down, guiding it into me. I was pretty sure that was going to make some sexy pictures. I reached behind me and found his hands, pulling them around to my tits.

Having watched me blow his room mates, I didn’t think he was going to last long, and sure enough he was soon raggedly thrusting up at me, pulling me back towards him. It really didn’t take long before he was cumming, and I could feel him clenching and thrusting up at me.

When he was all done jerking up at me, I got up. His cum spilled out of me onto his leg, and like most guys he seemed to treat his own cum like it was radioactive, quickly using his shirt to wipe it up. I took his shirt from him and used it to wipe my pussy, too.

Philip came over and hugged mardin escort me.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you naked,” he said.

I realized he was right. I gave him a little sexy hip out, tada kind of pose.

“And what do you think?”

“I think you’re very sexy,” he said.

I noticed his cock was hard again.

“Maybe you can help me with something then,” I said, leading him back to his chair.

I had him sit down, and I turned around and backed down onto his cock. He sat there, holding my hips, and just let me do my thing. I rocked forwards and backwards, up and down, and pulled his hands to my tits.

Philip tweaked and pulled at my nipples, making them as hard as they’ve ever been, while I used his cock like a dildo.

I ground away on him until my orgasm crashed over me in a wave. Philip held on to me while I came.

When I was done, I climbed off him.

“Thanks,” I said.

He smiled at me sweetly. I really appreciated him not trying to get a free fuck out of me, so I bent down and licked my juices off his cock.

Wearing just my tennis shoes, I walked as sexily as I could over to Eric and Kenny. I still didn’t know which one was which. I took my phone back, then went and handed it to Philip.

I went back over to Eric and Kenny.

“Who wants to jack off over my tits?” I asked them.

Both of them jumped to their feet, saying “me.”

I knelt down in front of them, and with Philip taking pictures, held my tits together and up, while they jacked themselves off, staring at me. The other two, Kyle and Stan, came over to watch, standing slightly behind Philip. Probably to stay out of the pictures or something.

The better looking of the two came first, his fist pumping in a blur, and his cum hitting my everywhere from my chin to my navel. That seemed to set the other one off, and he managed to concentrate on getting his cum on my tits. It leaked around my hands and dripped down to my thighs.

I stayed there, on the floor, with my knees apart, and rubbed their cum into my skin. I smiled up at Philip, still taking pictures of me.

When I figured their cum was starting to dry on me, and spread pretty far, I stopped rubbing. I got up, and Philip stopped taking pictures.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked.

“Nah,” I said, “I want my husband to see me all fucked up. I’ll wash my hands though.”

Philip lead me through to the kitchen, where I washed my hands, then he handed me a towel.

We went back into the living room.

“I should probably leave you guys to it,” I said.

“You can stay as long as you’d like,” said Philip. “You can even stay the night if you want.”

Yeah, no. I picked up my thong and stepped into it.

“I really want to get home and see my husband, just to show him this,” I waved at myself as I picked up my sports bra. Once I had that on, I pulled on my skirt and shirt.

Philip handed me my phone. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek. He didn’t recoil or anything, which I appreciated.

“I’ll see you at work,” I said, and he let me out.

I drove home. Carefully, the last thing I wanted was an accident or to get stopped by the police looking and smelling like this.

When I got home, I wasn’t particularly quiet rolling in to the house, but Dave was asleep on our bed. It was sweet, really – he was lying on his front, in his boxers. One leg was straight down, and the other was sort of ninety degrees out, and bent at the knee. What this meant was I could see his balls though the leg hole. I carefully settled down on the bed between his legs, and gently tickled his balls.

He woke as his cock hardened, and sleepily rolled over onto his back. I settled down between his legs and pulled his cock out of his boxers and put it in my mouth. He lay back and closed his eyes and relaxed as I sucked him off.

After he’d cum, he sat up and looked at me.

“God, you’re a mess,” he said, “are you OK?”

“Better than OK,” I said.

“And you reek of sex.”

I gave him my phone and headed for the shower, undressing as I went.

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