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Author’s note: The story that follows contains potentially objectionable subject matter. It is a story in which the secret identity of our protagonist is discovered. Mike, a mild mannered mid-level office guy has nurtured this hidden identity for years. That is, until his wife discovers incontrovertible proof of his alter ego. Hijinks ensue involving a good friend, ball busting, pee and scat.

If this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, please go no further.

This is an edited version of ‘A Happy Disaster’. The basic story is the same as originally offered but maybe(?) a little more polished. I also decided to edit it to clean up some continuity issues that were popping up in ‘Part 2’ (coming soon).

I had been married to Terri for 7 or so years. We were High School sweet hearts that got separated during college and then found each other afterwards. In all the seven years of our marriage, we were very happy together. Happy, but in a rut. Almost every day seemed like the last. Sometimes we would have friends over for dinner or take a road trip for a couple of days. Not bad, but rarely exciting. Our sex was pretty straight ahead, normal stuff. Your basic fucking and sucking, trying to please each other.

Even so, I’ve always enjoyed sex with Terri, she is a loving partner and beautiful besides. Tall and slender but with wide sexy hips to accompany a beautifully ample ass, shoulder length dirty blond hair, small perky tits, delicate hands and a sexy sort of impish smile. The thing is, while I enjoyed the sex, it always felt like a lie. No, it was a lie. You see, I am a deeply closeted pervert.

Since I was young, my sexual fantasies have run the gamut from semi basic stuff like sex with two or more women at once, voyeurism, exhibitionism and the like. Somewhat darker or fringe interests include more extreme and kinky activities like mild ball busting, forced confession and it’s companion humiliation, mind control, watersports and scat. In the past, I tried sharing these fantasies with the girls and women I was with but always to disastrous effect. Thus, I learned over time to keep my interests carefully hidden.

I couldn’t actually kill my kinks though and I found that I could only exorcise them for a day or so through judicious use of porn and marathon masturbation sessions. For fuck sake, I have a terabyte usb hard drive that is very nearly full. It is organized by kink: butthole close-ups, dirty butthole close-ups, dirty panties, ball busting, scat, pee, eye contact, cheerleaders, sweaty, etc etc. Mostly photos but also some stellar video. Bottom line, there are a lot of categories! I usually keep the disk hidden on top of a bare bulb light fixture in an unfinished (and almost entirely unused) closet of our basement. Very hidden.

But this is going somewhere, right?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, late spring, Terri took a personal day off work and planned to spend the day with her best friend Maribeth. When I got home, the house smelled amazing with baking and dinner smells and I learned that Maribeth was going to join us for the meal.

Now, MB is even more impish than Terri. I love her but she’s an inveterate flirt and through innuendo and open comments, she somehow always gets my fantasy engine running. This can make it hard to concentrate sometimes. MB is open, brash and forward on a small frame with red hair in a cute bob, lovely big firm tits and a slender waist. Basically, Terri’s proportions but in reverse. She looks and behaves like a big breasted tinker bell.

On this particular evening, she was in top form, wearing denim shorts that subtly but clearly snugged up into her labia. Nothing so pronounced that you would call it a camel toe but it made me want to monitor the situation in case that changed. She was also wearing a tube top that would have been anything but flattering on nearly any other woman but was decidedly sexy on her. It made my hands itch as they begged for an opportunity to sort of roll the top down off her breasts and give them the breathing room they so clearly desired. I couldn’t figure why, but this particular evening she was hitting a lot of my buttons with innocuous comments like “Man! I have to pee ee ee!” and then throwing a wink at me as she headed off to the bathroom. Great, now that image was stuck in my head.

Terri, by the way was wearing a pale yellow sundress that moved on her in the slinkiest way possible. She was obviously not wearing a bra as you could see the shape of her small puffy nipples through the light weight fabric. The skirt of the dress draped off her hips and ass in a way that kept me wondering about the view from below.

Anyway, dinner was great. Steak salads, crusty bread, lots of beer and good conversation. Dessert was a plate of brownies on the table.

And then, with no pre-amble or conversational segue of any kind, Terri turned to me with a little half-smile on her face and said “I found your hard drive Mike”.

I wasn’t immediately sure what she meant but then I felt my face get hot and a knot form in my stomach. No! There was no way she could erzurum escort have found it. I started to mumble something like “I don’t know what you mean” and Terri turned her chair to face me and stood up. Out of some sense of needing do something, I went to do the same but only got as far as turning my chair to face her as she put her hand on my shoulder and then sat in my lap facing me.

She said “You know, for such a sexually conventional guy, you sure have a lot of interesting porn on that disk. The one from the closet downstairs?”

Yep, I was fucked.

She continued “I actually found it a couple of weeks ago when I had a wild hare idea of organizing the basement. I immediately took it to the computer and then I spent a couple of days, off and on going through your folders – nicely organized by the way. I carefully put it back where I found it every day. I have to say, I really didn’t know what to make of it all. You’ve never even looked cross eyed at me and I can count on two hands how many times I’ve caught you glancing at another woman. I feel like I don’t even know you!

I gulped and looked sheepishly over at Maribeth who was giving us her undivided attention with wide expectant eyes. I was having the hardest time trying to figure out why Terri hadn’t just left me and served me with papers. Why was she delivering this humiliating bombshell in front of MB. Was it some sort of revenge? I was mystified.

As if she read my mind, Terri said “I admit, I was initially in shock. Later, I was really mad. After I cooled down though, I started to think about what an appropriate response to this discovery might be. I thought about divorcing you outright but that didn’t feel right. I thought about putting the disk back and pretending I never found it in the first place but that didn’t feel good either. Eventually I realized I was going to need some help and that’s — when I called Maribeth!” She said this last with a sort of ‘ta-daaaa” flourish and a hand gesture towards MB. I turned to MB, feeling like my face was on fire and she just sort of smirked at me and rubbed up and down her thighs like she was getting ready to pounce.

Terri told me how she and Maribeth did a deep dive of the hard drive together. She said, “You might not know it but you actually have a personal champion in MB. She found some of your choices to be outrageously filthy but she convinced me that I shouldn’t do anything without getting your side of the story. Maybe I would find that our relationship could be saved if I could make sense of this betrayal, under certain circumstances.”

Realizing what they both now knew about me… The intense shame and embarrassment I was feeling made it impossible for me to say very much around the knot in my throat. I managed to croak out “I’m so sorry Terri. I can’t even imagine how you must feel. What can I possibly do to make up for this?”

Terri continued as if I hadn’t even spoken. She explained, “MB and I have come up with a plan together. Either you are going to have to come clean about all your deviant desires, in great detail or divorce papers will be served. Further, since MB helped me put this plan together and she’s already familiar with – your disgustingly perverted desires, she will stay and be my observer. That way, I won’t have to trust my memory alone about what we do here tonight.” She then began to lay out the plan.

She looked at me earnestly and said, “Now listen carefully because I am only going to give you one chance at this. The only way we get through this night together is if you do exactly as I ask without question and answer all of my questions with 100% frank and detailed honestly. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes” I mumbled.

“OK” she said, “Let’s start with something clear and uncomplicated to put your commitment to the test. I want you to remove your clothing – all of it.”

I thought to myself “Wait, what”? I did a double take at Terri with what I am sure was a classic “deer in the headlights” look on my face.

She smiled at me for maybe 5 seconds and then the smile vanished and she said “NOW!”

I startled and glanced quickly over at Maribeth who was now leaning back in her chair, watching. I unsteadily stood up which put me less than a foot away from Terri and eye to eye. I’ve never felt Terri occupy my personal space in quite this way. It was kind of intense and I had to look away as I took off my shirt, shucked off my shoes and socks and then looked at Terri again, she looked back at me, put her hands on her hips and quietly said “One chance”.

I continued, removing my pants and then noticed – my enormous erection? Holly shit! Where did that come from? And when? Feeling very vulnerable and ashamed, I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them and put my hands in front of my junk. My cock had other plans though. It seemed to be looking around for a flag that needed waving.

For some reason, this brought on a bout of giggles for both women. Maribeth came over to stand next to Terri and said “Well, eskişehir escort he’s not so straight laced now is he? Mike might not know it but I think he’s enjoying this!”

Terri slapped my hands out of the way and placed them firmly at my side. She said, “Alright, let’s move on. What I want you to do now is for you to slowly stroke your cock for us. I want you to keep stroking it until you are nearing an orgasm but don’t you dare cum. I want to see the look on your face as you edge yourself in front of Maribeth. In fact, I want you to look MB in the eye while you stroke.”

I of course followed my instructions to the letter, stroking with my left hand while tugging on my nuts with my right. I looked Maribeth in the eye and couldn’t help but imagine cuming all over her smug pixy ass face. I couldn’t help myself as I took in the swell of her breasts and how badly I wanted to meet them in person.

Terri came up on my right side and swatted my right hand away from my balls and then she started to play with them and alternately squeeze and release them. She said, “As I said earlier, you are going to have to be 100% honest with me in the next couple of hours if our marriage is going to stand a chance. If I think you aren’t being anything but brutally honest and thorough in your answers or in your behavior, we’ll call it a night and call the marriage done. Understand?”

I thought for a moment and decided that if I did come clean in great detail, I was probably going to lose her. On the other hand, if I didn’t do exactly as she asked, I would certainly lose her. Of those two paths, only one path might lead to not losing her. I realized I was going to have to physically and ‘metaphorically’ expose myself to both of these women to find out where that path lead. Since I was already naked in front of them, horny as fuck and stroking my cock like a monkey at the zoo, I decided a little more exposure was basically ‘in for a penny’. “I do” I replied.

Terri smiled and said “Great! Let’s continue with the next step of the plan. Tell me what’s going through your mind right now as you look in MBs eyes and jerk off in front of her?

I thought to myself “Oh, man, this is a trap!” but my perv juices were now flowing at full capacity and I could feel my sense of judgement fading fast. I looked at Terri and said, “Well, just before you asked, I was thinking about cuming all over her face and how badly I’d like roll her top down so I can see her lovely tits.” I looked back at Maribeth to see how this information was landing and she leaned forward a bit which further enhanced her cleavage as she looked down at my cock and tucked her tongue into the corner of her mouth. I almost came right then.

Terri leaned in and whispered, “You know, that’s a pretty naughty thing to be mulling over. Let alone saying it out loud, to your wife. I think I’d have no trouble proving that most people would say that those are hurtful things to say to your wife, don’t you think? And what about Maribeth, surly you don’t see her as just some piece of meat to be used for your entertainment do you? Well?”

I said, “No! I mean yes! I mean, I never want to hurt you. On the contrary, I’ve always kept this side of me hidden because I was sure it would kill our relationship. And I think MB is great. I love how she just says what she thinks – even when what she says puts me at risk of showing my true nature. I just can’t help it, I’m a disgusting pervert through and through.”

Terri said, “Yes, yes, you are. And as punishment for being who you are, I think we should give your balls a good hard spanking in front of Maribeth. Would you like that?

I looked into Terri’s eyes and saw a question mark there. I looked at Maribeth and found an almost giddy look in her eyes. Both of those looks brought me so close to the brink of cuming that I had to take my hand off my cock.

I turned back to Terri and whispered, “Yes, please”. She then asked me to explain how she should do it, since she had no experience with the task. I said that I thought the best way to approach it was with an open hand slap from below for the best effect and sound. She could probably do it from where she was currently standing. Just like she might if she was smacking someone’s ass. I turned to Maribeth and asked, “What do you think MB, does that sound good to you”?

MB did a cute little excited dance jumping from foot to foot and rapidly clapped her hands in front of her now jiggling boobs while biting her lower lip. She said nothing.

Terri told me to continue stroking my cock and I said, “I really want to but if I even touch myself now, I’m likely to cum and I agreed that I probably shouldn’t allowed to cum until you tell me to.”

Terri said, “Very well then, let’s see if punishing your balls will bring you back away from the edge a bit. Maribeth, I’d like you to stand behind Mike and keep his hands out of my way. I want full access.”

MB came around behind me and took hold of both of my wrists and pulled them together gaziantep escort and down against my back. As she did this, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back as she pulled my hands back, tight against her tummy. I could feel the warmth from the top of her thighs and the lower hem of her shorts tickled the sides of my hands. It took all my self-control not to reach for her crotch.

Terri came around a little bit in front of me, let’s say my 2 o’clock, and told me to put my feet a couple of feet apart and push my pelvis forward and tilt it up. “Go on,” she said, “I want to see you offer them up like you’re giving me a gift. Show me how vulnerable you can make them.”

I did as I was told, even turning my hips slightly towards her to give her full access. I felt my balls lower, and sway in the hot air of our dining room.

She said, “I’m going to spank your balls five times. Between slaps, I want you to make some sort of pervy confession. I’ll leave it to you to decide what to tell me but know that if you tell me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on your balls with the next stroke. Are you ready?”

Maribeth said impatiently, Just look at him! His cock is like a precum fountain Terri, of course he’s ready!”

Terri said, “Alright then, here we go”.

I watched, fascinated as she pulled her right arm back, elbow bent like she was going to throw a baseball sidearm. Her wrist was loose and then I watched as her lovely soft and elegant hand came flying back towards my eager balls. It almost seemed like it was coming in slow motion. The look on her face was an arousing combination of release, anger, disgust and – joy? As her hand connected, it was a little off target. I watched one of my balls fly to the side and try to wrap around the back of her hand and then it bounced away. The other was fully trapped between her palm and my body. I watched as it flattened, and then I heard the sound – a cross between a whip crack and a porterhouse steak hitting the floor. And then I was staggering as the sting of the slap and the deep ache of the blow finally registered. I wobbled on my feet and tried to grab for my balls to protect them but MB was surprisingly strong and kept my arms behind my back.

Terri leaned in and asked with apparent concern, “How are you Mike? Are you OK?”

I hissed out a yes and then slowly offered my balls up again.

With renewed focus, she said, “Good. Now tell me something I don’t know about you”.

I said, “I fantasize about being caught red handed while masturbating and rummaging through a woman’s hamper, sniffing her panties. The fantasy is better if the woman is a friend of yours that I just recently met”.

“I see” said Terri. “Can I infer that you have already done all of this except for the getting caught part?” Seeing the trap too late and knowing that a lot was at stake, I admitted that I had. Terri asked, “Who’s dirty knickers have you sniffed?” I said, “Well, yours of course and MB’s for another but if I’m honest I do it but pretty much every chance the opportunity arises. Sometimes I suck on the crotch until they’re clean. Most of the time actually”

I felt MB stir behind me and I said over my shoulder, “Sorry MB, you must find me repulsive now”.

MB said, “Not repulsive Mike. Just a little pathetic”.

Terri asked me to describe what it was that I liked about sniffing dirty panties and I admitted it was the idea that the cloth had been hugging a lovely ass and crotch all day but mostly it was the stains. The aromas and the flavors.”

MB Asked, “Even the ones with skid marks?”

I hung my head and told her “Especially those ones.”

Terri said, “OK, well that’s all news to me then.” And then with a little disgusted snicker, she slapped my balls again.

This time with better aim, catching both balls and driving them into my taint. It was stronger than the last and it took me a full minute to get my breath back. I was finally able to ask her respectfully why it had been so much harder than the last.

She said, “Look, I informed you that if you told me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on the next stroke. Boys have been sniffing girls panties for as long as there have been girls and panties. Based on what I’ve seen on your hard drive, you tried to get away with a softball” .

Terri asked MB to reach around and pinch the head of my now flagging cock and hold it up out of the way for the next slap. She turned to me and made sure she had my full attention before she said “Now, tell me something I really don’t know about you.”

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and soak in the humiliation of MB holding my dick like she was holding a dead rat by the tail. I said, “I have a deep desire to join a group of women for a ladies night out. I want to be naked, on display, slowly stroking an erection for the whole event but I want to be generally ignored, snickered at or looked upon with disgust through the whole event. The extra pervy detail is that when anyone asks me where the bathroom is, I am expected to give them directions but then attempt to sell them on the idea that they should let me drink their pee instead of wasting it in the toilet. I am obligated to make this request. The twist is that while everyone has been informed that I’ll be nude and erect for the party (something about “performance art” or something) no one knows I’ll be asking to drink their pee.”

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After two years as a Field Representative for Tyro Plastics, I was promoted to Company Headquarters as the new Regional Sales Manager. At twenty-five, I was the youngest employee to ever have attained that lofty position. Little did I realize the promotion would also entail some rather unexpected benefits. I met the girls my first day on the job. The Production VP was giving me the grand tour and our last stop was my new office on the top floor.

As we stepped off the elevator, my feet sank into expensive, plush carpeting. There was a short entrance hall, which led directly to the reception alcove. Here two desks were set flanking a polished door bearing my name on a shiny gold plaque. At these desks sat two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The VP had informed me, when first discussing my move to Headquarters, that I would be assigned two secretaries. One to handle inter-departmental duties and the other would oversee regional field matters. What he failed to tell me was how drop-dead gorgeous they would be.

The one to the left was a statuesque Venus with long yellow hair and dazzling blue eyes. Imagine a blonde Racquel Welch only bustier and that’s Samantha. Sam, as she prefers to be called, gave me a knock out friendly smile as the VP made the introductions. Her counterpart was an equally stunning looker named Diana. She was a brunette with mysterious green eyes and a dynamite figure. Her ripe, full lips were colored a bright cherry red and, as we exchanged hellos, my mind wondered what they would taste like.

Immediately, I shrugged away those kinds of fantasies.

As much as these two lovely ladies were feast for my bachelor eyes, I was all too aware of the importance of my new position and the subsequent challenge it would pose. If I did not perform to maximum effort from day one, I had no doubts I’d soon be back in the field. Thus, I had decided to put my personal life on hold, including romance, until I was securely locked into the job.

Fortunately that was not a problem. It turned out that both Sam and Diana were dedicated professionals, each possessing an abundance of business know-how to get the work done. Most of the time I had merely to suggest a possible course of action and they would go out and complete the task quickly and efficiently way beyond my expectations. The three of us quickly became the most productive team in the department. Of course I never minded coming in each day to two such beautiful women. Being an ardent legman, I was especially pleased that both these beauties were amply endowed in that category. Each of them having been graced with long, shapely limbs.

Time seemed to race along and before I knew it my first quarterly finance report was due for the big management sales conference. There was lots of work to be done and those last few days before the deadline were extremely hectic. All of us put in long hours. One particular evening I offered to give the girls a ride home, realizing they had missed their train because of staying overtime.

Sliding in behind the wheel of my car, I was embarrassed to see a copy LEG ART magazine that I had left absent-mindedly on the passenger seat. Diana, getting in first, saw the issue and picked it up. She smiled coyly and held it up for Sam to see. My face must have turned beet red as my mind tried to fabricate an explanation. To my relief, none was required.

Both girls looked at each other as if sharing some kind of private message. Then Diana turned to me and said, “Well, it’s certainly nice to see you don’t always think about business.” With that she tossed the mag onto the back seat and I got the engine going. The following day the three of us were back to our regular busy routine and I didn’t give the incident any further thought.

With their invaluable assistance, the report was finished a day early and presented it to the VP. When he called me, the next day, it was to tell me my presentation had been a huge success. He was extremely pleased with my performance and predicted my future with the company would be a very long and profitable one. You can imagine my elation as I put down the receiver and sat back in my padded swivel chair with my hands cupped behind my head. Yes sir, things were moving along just fine.

Of course I also realized that I had to share my good fortune with Diana and Sam. Without their loyal efforts, none of my success would have been possible. Thus, on the way home that night, I stopped at a nearby florist. I ordered each of them a dozen long stemmed red roses and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to the office early the next morning.

Shortly after nine, the girls came charging into my office, each of them beaming as they held their bouquets of the sweet smelling flowers. Before they could say a single word, I stood up and handed them each a white envelope containing bonus checks.

They were completely surprised.

“That’s for being the two best secretaries a bilecik escort manager ever had,” I explained happily.

“Oh, Paul,” Sam exclaimed as she impulsively leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “You’re so wonderful.”

“Ditto,” chimed Diana, looking at me with a weird Mona Lisa type smile. It was more like a hungry feline seeing the canary for the first time. “We’ll have to find some special way to thank you,” she added with a mischievous twinkle in her smoky jade eyes.

“Just keep up the great work. That’s all the thanks I need.”

As they exited, each of them smelling the heady perfume of the roses, I was struck for the millionth time as to how truly lucky I was to have them on my team. Just how lucky I was about to find out.

As I walked out of the elevator the next morning, I was greeted by a sight guaranteed to warm the blood of any man over the age of puberty. Standing to the side of her desk was Samantha. She was bent over, legs apart, running her hands up over her sheer nylon encased legs. The stockings were black with seams running up the back. She wore a short, hip hugging gray skirt with a wide, black leather belt and a dazzling snow-white shirt that contrasted her tanned golden skin to perfection. Finally the attire that attracted my singular attention were her shoes. They were sexy black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. It was these shoes that arched her full calves and thus accentuated her formidable gams.

Seeing me over her shoulder, she continued smoothing the stockings and greeted me innocently. “Good morning, Paul. Looks like it’s going to be a great day.”

Attempting to avert my gaze from her round, full derriere, I mumbled a reply in kind. That was when Diana appeared from around the corner carrying a stack of folders and I knew I was in big trouble. She was attired almost exactly as Sam, the only differences being her blouse was a light blue and around her neck she wore an ivory cameo broach on a black velvet choker. Other than that, she also was decked out in wicked high heels, hosiery and a very tight skirt that rode the sway of her hips as she walked.

“Hi, Boss. How are you today?” she asked.

“Er…fine, Diana. Just fine.” Hastily I moved past Sam and hurried into the safety of my office. Once inside, I leaned back against the door and took a long breath. What on earth had inspired them to wear those outfits? They were so ravishing sexy in them, I knew it would be difficult as hell to get any work done this day. If any at all. When I rationalized my behavior, I started to relax and even laugh at myself. I was being foolish, my logical mind argued. So the girls were dressed sexy. It was their right to do so without any input pro or con from me.

Still, I knew the more I saw them during the course of the next eight hours, the more it would be a struggle not to let my libido run rampant. I decided to put all my focus on the day’s workload and get through it as quickly as possible.

Ten minutes later Diana came in with my usual cup of coffee and all my resolve evaporated as I watched her walk the few yards to my desk. With each step, her legs rubbed together under the tight woolen skirt. My eyes were glued to them. She put the cup carefully on the corner by telephone, gave me a radiant smile and then turned and marched out. Her walking away being just as exciting as her entrance. Her buttocks rocking with each bounce in a perfectly balanced gait on those needle thin heels.

Frantically I loosened my tie and swallowed half my coffee in a single gulp. What was going on here? What were they trying to do to me? Then I remembered the copy of LEG ART and a crazy notion was born. Were they purposely teasing me? Was this all some kind of silly prank? As the day went on, that particular idea seemed to take on more and more validity.

Each of them took turns parading in and out of my office at half-hour intervals throughout the morning. During one such trip, Sam made the pretense of dropping a pen off my desk so that she could bend down and pick it up only inches from chair. Slowly she folded at the waist, the effort driving her round little ass right up in front of my face. I could have leaned over and bit it, she was that close. The skirt rode up high revealing the flower-patterned top of her nylons. My mouth was suddenly very dry. Shortly after that, Diana came in a made a show of placing some inconsequential files on my blotter. She leaned over my desk purposefully, allowing me a perfect view down her blouse to her white lace bra and the plump globes they held.

To say I was starting to lose it by noon would be a gross understatement. My nerves were wound up tight and my determination all but shattered. Why were they torturing me like this?

“Paul?” I looked up to see Sam once more at the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Sure, I thought. Come on in and drive me totally bonkers.

“Of manisa escort course,” I replied, weakly calling on my last ounce of self-control. “Come in.”

She walked over to my desk, another few seconds of fantasy hell, and this time came around to my side. I automatically pushed my chair back away from the desk and she smoothly sat back on it to face me. Now what was going on?

“Do you like my new outfit?” she asked sweetly. I could see a devilish little grin at the corner of her mouth.

“Why..ah, yes. I do, Sam.”

“And my new shoes and stockings too?”

I tried to keep my eyes up and not let them stray. Suddenly she brought her right foot up to my crotch and rested it there.

“Sam! What are you doing?” It was a really dumb question.

“Gee, Paul, just relax, okay.” She began moving the toe of her pump back and forth over my pants, gently massaging what was hidden beneath. What was in fact starting to swell and get hard.

“Would you like to touch them?”

“Huh? What?”

“My legs, silly. Would you like to touch them?”

The best I could manage by then was a nod of my head. Things were moving fast and my pulse was starting to race. Nervously I reached out with hands and wrapped them around the calf of her foot. The nylon’s texture felt sensually coarse as I began to massage the leg. At the same time, I wiggled in my chair, my penis having become a rock under the confines of my clothes and the continued pressure of her shoe.

“That really feels good,” Sam responded as I started to loosen up and my hands rubbed her exquisite limb. Sitting back on my desk, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Diana and I thought you might enjoy this.” Nimbly her fingers opened the shirt to reveal a half cut bra and huge, round breasts. She cupped them and slowly began kneading them as I continued caressing her leg.

“So, you couldn’t wait for me.”

I looked past Sam to see Diana entering. She made a point of locking the door behind her and then strutted over to us, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.

“My, my, but you two sure look like you’ve got the situation well in hand.”

I wanted to come back with a witty remark but my mind was clearly on sensory overload by this time. I could only smile up at this dark haired vixen and nod.

Diana reached down, put her hands on my shoulders and then brought her head down to kiss me. Her lips mashed against mine and I vaguely recalled that long ago thought on my first sight of them. Hmm, they tasted like wine. A ruby red burgundy. Expertly she slipped her tongue into my mouth and my blood began to boil. My cock was pushing against my brief like a caged animal. One desperate to be free.

Diana must have sensed my discomfort because she broke our kiss and glanced down to where Sam’s shoe was resting.

“Hmm, looks like our sales charts aren’t the only thing rising.” With that she tapped Sam’s leg and the blonde removed her foot. Diana knelt beside my chair and hastily pulled my zipper down, peeled back my shorts and found my cock. Her cool fingers encircled my throbbing meat and it sprang into the open like a whale leaping out of the sea. Diana’s eyes went glassy at the size and length of my love machine.

“Oh lord, Sam. Look at it! It’s so big and thick.”

“Awesome,” Samantha cooed, still playing with her tits. She licked her lips hungrily. “Gee, Diana, we can’t let that go to waste.”

“Absolutely not.” Diana opened her mouth and came down on me like hungry tigress. As her tongue whipped over my engorged sex pole, she purred softly. I gripped the arms of my chair as raw pleasure engulfed every inch of my being. My neck hairs were on end with each new stroke of her whipping moist tongue. Then she dropped her head and swallowed me whole, my crown reaching the back of her throat. It was fantastic. I was sure if she kept it up, I’d be climaxing fast. But Diana had lots of surprises yet in store for me.

She stopped sucking me and asked, “You really do get off on beautiful legs, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Ever since I can remember.”

“How would you like to fuck Sam’s legs?”

At first I thought I hadn’t understood her. “Her legs?”

“Yes. Just do as I say.”

Naturally I was willing to comply. Diana nodded to Sam, some prearranged signal, and the blonde brought both her legs together, placing her feet firmly on the floor. Then she put both her hands back on my desk to brace herself. At this point Diana motioned me to get up and lean over Sam. As I did so, my cock made contact with her legs at mid-thigh. I began to see where this was going and took hold of the desk to either side of the saucy blonde. This also put my face directly in her chest.

Quickly, Sam reached up and unsnapped the bra, letting her twin treasures spring out, then took hold of the desktop again.

Diana meanwhile had come around and reached down mersin escort to take hold of me. “Now, Paul, just slide that big old hammer into her legs where they meet.” I obeyed. The sensation was totally erotic. Her nylon thighs yielded just enough to let me in and out as I began to speed up my thrust. At the same time my mouth started licking and kissing Sam’s plentiful bosom. I may be a legman but I also know how to appreciate a super pair of tits. Her soft, fat nipples hardened quickly as I sucked them feverishly. Sam’s breathing was getting heavy and she arched her back to shove more of her delicious flesh into my eager orifice.

“That’s it Paul, now you got it,” Diana encouraged. “In and out. In and out. Fuck her legs.”

It was wild. I kept shoving my prick between Sam’s thighs.

Faster and faster, the feel of the fabric on my foreskin was unbelievable. Soon I could feel the juices racing through my blood and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

Diana went into action. As my own body bucked with the first climatic spasm, she grabbed my rod and pumped it hard.

A scream of release erupted from my throat at the same time my orgasm hit and gobs of milky goo shot all over Sam’s legs. It happened so damn fast, my focus blurred for a second. So strong was the ejaculation under Diana’s skillful manipulations. Every ounce of my load was squeezed out and I was totally drained. Weak in the knees, I pushed off the still aroused Sam and fell back into my chair. Diana was licking sticky cum off her hand, a rapturous look on her pretty visage.

“You naughty boy,” she accused, pointing a finger at me.

“Look at the mess you’ve made on Sam’s nylons. I suppose I’ll just have to clean it up.”

Sam was nodding in agreement, a look of expectation in her eyes. Then Diana got between us, still on her knees, turned to Sam and started licking my cum spots off her stockings. Sam sat up and hiked her skirt up around her waist and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. As the lascivious brunette continued lapping up the goo stains, she deliberately started inching herself forward towards the blonde’s pussy.

I watched enthralled as Diana finally attained her goal and brought a squeal of delight from her friend. It was evident this was not the first time these two roommates had shared each other’s fabulous bodies. As Diana’s pussy eating continued, she rose up to her feet in front of me. Sam edged herself further back on my huge desktop and finally stretched out full on her back.

Now I had Diana’s legs and ass in my face. And what an inviting sight it was. Her own tight skirt, in this position, had slipped up to reveal she too was without undies. As Sam moaned loudly on my desk, I reached out and put my hands on Diana’s rear. Feeling them, she lifted her face from Sam’s vagina and looked back.

“Feel free to join in,” she invited huskily. It was all I needed. I leaned forward and began kissing her soft round cheeks while my fingers crept in between her thighs and played with her pussy from behind. Diana wiggled her legs up and down, clearly relishing my exploration of her hot box. Bringing my head down, I managed to reach her love center with mouth. Forcing her pink petal walls apart with my fingers, I stuck out my tongue and began lapping them. Her cunt was sopping with her female juices. Soon the cries of both girls were filling the office.

This particular tabloid lasted only a few minutes as an all too familiar tingle from my middle reached my brain. I stopped licking to look down at my rigid, pointing peter all ready to go once more. Like a wild man, I found myself getting to my feet behind Diana and taking a good hold on her round posterior. Quickly I aligned my massive rocket with her opening and rammed it home. Like a battleship storming into a tight canal, I buried myself fully into her drenched passion tube.

Diana shook and her head came up from Sam’s crotch. She took a fast glance over her shoulder and smiled at me.

“YES!YES! FUCK ME!” Which was all she had time to utter as Sam pulled her head back down.

“Don’t stop, Di! I’m coming. I’M COMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!”

Watching Sam get off fired my own sizzling desire and I bucked into Diana harder and harder, wanting nothing more than to shoot off inside her.

“AIEEE!” Sam screamed, her head rolling back and forth on my desk, sending papers and pens flying everywhere.

“OHHHH,” Diana started in. I knew she was reaching climax and shoved myself for that last smidgen of strength. Gripping her tender butt, I nailed her with one final thrust and we both exploded.

“PAULLEEEE!!!” she yelled, her body convulsing under me all the while my cock spat another huge load of jism inside her. Wave after fantastic, nerve shattering wave of pure ecstasy washed over me and I hung on to her for dear life. As each new squirt of my love canon diminished in potency, my fingers eased up on her ass, red marks visible from my ardor.

Then all three of us folded in on each other like deflated balloons. Stretched helter-skelter over messed up desk, the three of us lay there exhausted and satiated. Sam leaned her head up and kissed Diana, then me.

“You know,” she managed to gasp, her stunning face flushed with sex, “This could give a whole new meaning to fringe benefits.”

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Mila crossed her legs. Her sheer stockings slid over each other and gave a static shock. She flinched, but also enjoyed the sensation.

Her thick panties, her protective bra, revealed enough. Well, not enough for Mila’s liking. Her ample breasts were tucked snuggly, so snuggly that they did not sway when she walked, and they were so covered that she might as well been wearing a sports bra.

Her panties, as well. Thick, a bit riding, and secure.

Her garments were secure, save her staticky stockings, and while they aided her in patrolling the castle, they left far too much of her body to the imagination.

The doorknob turned. Mila snapped out of her trance. This room, much as any other commoner’s, was sparse. Wooden walls without paint, a broken window letting in the elements, a horseshoe dangling from a nail on the wall.

Typical. Mila rolled her eyes.

The door began to open, slowly at first until Zoey was in complete view. Mila sighed.

She hardly knew Zoey, apart from being, well, common. This shack could have been hers, and Mila would not have been surprised.

However, it was not. Rather, it was lent for today’s cordial by a beady-eyed hag, who probably wanted a piece of the spoils.

There was something, still, unique about Zoey. Mila noticed this as the low country girl stepped in. Zoey nodded her head and came to shake hands.

“Thank you for comin’!” Her blues eyes lit up. Her voice was rural. Blatantly a farmer’s daughter. Her dirty blonde hair ran to her mid back, which was part of a slim figure.

“Don’t mention it.” Mila halfheartedly shook Zoey’s hand.

Before Mila had time to say anything else, Zoey started undressing.

To which, Mila was surprised.

Zoey’s figure was surprisingly toned. Her breasts were just enough for handfuls, supple like bread dough, and tipped with dark pink nipples.

Her farm-tanned skin, which was dented by sunspots and small scars, and a triangle birth mark above her right ass cheek, glowed healthily; her shaded abs contrasted this.

But her ass. Mila caught herself licking her lips.

It was the product of manual labor. Years of it. Years of swinging a pitch axe and hoe, years of bending over and picking up. Whatever the gods gave her, she sculpted to tantalizing perfection.

Mila wanted to slap or bounce coins off Zoey’s ass… until the farm girl turned around and smiled.

“I’m ready!”

Mila shook herself back to the current moment and squinted.

“That’s not how this works.”

Zoey frowned. “Oh… I’m sorry, should I get dressed?” A shade of blush barely made it through her tan cheeks.

Mila shrugged. “Up to you. I don’t–“

“No, stay naked. Slut.”

The voice was cutting, yet reserved. Gloria stood in the doorway, sizing her opponent up.

Now Mila was excited. She crossed her legs the other direction and shifted on her stool. This might be a good match.

Gloria was born, raised, and simply was, beautiful. Her dark hair, somewhere between walnut and mahogany, was only outdone by her eyes. Sometimes.

They always saw the room first, took everything in. Then the person. Gloria predatorily looked her opponents up and down, seeing beyond size and bust but also muscle and tension and fatigue.

Then Gloria saw the soul. Her dark eyes read a girl’s fear (and pleasure) like a book.

Mila never saw Gloria’s full matches. She only heard the rumors and caught the end, where Gloria’s opponents were crumpled on the floor. Sobbing. Or begging for more. Or both.

Gloria stepped into the room. She had black silk on, that she let slip off and fall to the floor.

It was comically out of place there. The floor was cold cobblestone. It had been brushed of hay and mud, but it was far from clean.

And definitely not where hundred coin silk belonged.

Gloria stepped out of it and began undoing her bra straps.

Mila was throbbing. Her heart, her clit, her mind, throbbing. As Gloria undressed, all Mila could fixate on was the purity.

Whether it was because she was born rich, or had proper care and nourishment, Gloria’s skin was pure.

Fair, clear, and unblemished. It was smooth and made Mila’s mouth water.

And it fit her curves, which were more and more revealed as Gloria undid her bra and panties.

Round breasts that Mila wanted to twist, and knew would bounce right back. Light brown nipples, button nipples, and a slender body that deceptively curved like a vase.

Mila uncrossed her legs.

That is when she noticed it.

Zoey was… either brave or oblivious. Mila knew the two could go together, and even be related, but in the face of Gloria, how could Zoey not be intimidated.

Or just jaw dropped.

Instead, Zoey had a dumb grin.

“Glad you made it from your tower. Didn’t trip over your servants?”

Gloria did not respond. She looked Zoey up and down again. The farm girl was shamefully hidden under baggy work clothes. The drab and tough çeşme escort fabrics were probably hell on skin.

Then again, Gloria thought, the farm girl might be more immune to pleasure that way.

Gloria also noticed Zoey’s ass. It was, handedly, better.

Gloria surmised her own rear, which was nothing to scoff at. It was trim. It was athletic, but also leaned to the tinier side.

Zoey’s ass was built for long fights, however. The smooth shape that came from hard earned muscle, and innate genetics that made every pair of pants a little too difficult to button, would have reserves of strength and endurance.

Gloria would lose grappling. She decided then and there.

Mila coughed to break the tension. “Well, this is not how things go. Typically.”

Zoey, whose smile faded, and Gloria stared at each other.

“This is still a cordial match of two consenting parties. I, as castle patrol, shall mediate this match until a fair and…” Mila could not stop ogling both girls. Zoey’s ass. Gloria’s breasts. “…dominant girl is found.”

Mila swallowed and retrieved two vials from her satchel.

“You both shall drink the elixir, state your griefs, and await my instruction. Am I understood?”

The girls did not stop looking at each other.

“Am. I. Under. Stood.?” Mila’s voice became cold and professional. Attractive as today’s contestants were, Mila was castle patrol. She had a job to do.

The girls turned to Mila and accepted the elixirs. After some coughing from the bitter liquid, Mila nodded towards Gloria: “State your grief.”

Gloria did not say anything at first. She let the wind whistling through the broken window, and creaking door hinges behind her, speak first.

And her nipples hardening. Both girls became visibly aroused as the elixir worked further down. Their eyes widened and there was agitation in their stance, as Mila thought she noticed thin wetness on both their crotches.

“Respect.” Gloria finally said. “This farmer humiliated me.”

Mila saw something she never would have guessed in all the Ravenous One’s domain.

Gloria–blush?

Just the smallest hint of pink shaded Gloria’s cheeks until she caught it and returned to cold and calculating.

“This farmer does not know her place. After throwing wine in my face, I will make sure she knows the difference between commoner and elite. Between farmhand and scholar.”

Mila nodded then turned to Zoey. “Your turn.”

Zoey shrugged. “Prissy bitch over here pretty much summed it up. I threw her wine in her face cause she was mouthing off like she owned the place.”

Gloria quietly muttered, “I do own the place.”

All the girls stopped and looked at each other until Mila spoke.

“If you two still contest your griefs, I shall present you with acceptable penance offerings.”

Hesitantly, Zoey and Gloria looked at each other and gave near imperceptible nods.

“Then the stakes are bedmates. Conditionally. For two days.” Mila sat down and crossed her legs. “And public knowledge of the winner. Is this still…” Mila leaned forward. “Acceptable?”

She knew Zoey would not care but Gloria had to. The last part was her greatest risk. If she lost, the people would know. Not only her persona, but her status would be shattered.

The two contestants nodded again. Gloria did her best to conceal her anxiety about the stakes. And to her credit, she did.

Being bedmates with Zoey, a filthy commoner. But not just a filthy commoner. Her. It just had to be this bizarre farmgirl from nowhere who had to have a temper and had to know how to catfight and… had to be dripping with sex.

Gloria let her mind wander just a bit. She knew it was the elixir working, and she knew Zoey was doing the same. In the quiet moments before Mila would drop a red handkerchief, both girls were glassy eyed and imagining winning. How good it would feel to toy with the other girl. To make her scream and shiver from pleasure.

How good it would feel to nip at her nipples, then just bite down all together.

Or the toys, and the ropes, and keeping her locked up. Or simply just edge her. Make her want an orgasm from the better woman. Make her beg with pleading eyes, and pleading eyes alone, because her mouth would be full with…

As if Catalina, the goddess herself, intervened, both girls realized it at the same time:

How bad it would feel to lose.

Mila dropped the red handkerchief and the match was underway.

Both contestants locked hands, and Zoey immediately took the advantage. Her ass puffed outward, and the musculature in her shoulders tensed. Gradually, Gloria took steps back. Her arms were straining, and her breasts already jiggled up and down from her heavy breaths.

Another step, shit. Gloria tried to pull her fingers out of Zoey’s grip to no avail.

The farmgirl smiled. “Now where was all that good talk from a minute ago, huh?” Zoey’s başakşehir escort eyes widened. Her nostrils flared as she forced Gloria to give ground.

Gloria knew this was a losing battle. Zoey had maybe fifteen extra pounds of country muscle on her, and it did not even look like she broke a sweat. This was a battle of brute force, grinding girl against girl, and now tit against tit as the two clashed. Gloria initiated the fully body contact. She knew her tits were better, more cushion.

It worked. Zoey bore into it fully.

“Breakin’ a sweat already? Damn.” Zoey whispered in Gloria’s ear.

The close contact sent shivers, and Gloria’s nipples stiffened further; they were sore from the constant rubbing. Her own ass was tiring from Zoey’s constant pressure. Her womanhood was becoming strangely wet from it, especially when a misplaced thigh would bump into it.

Gloria’s plan worked.

Before Zoey had time to grind nipples again, which was ecstasy due to Gloria’s pained expressions, she was plummeting to the floor.

Before she had time to push herself up, there was a weight on her back, then slender fingers in her hair.

Gloria took in a deep breath and yanked Zoey’s blonde hair. She yanked until out of breath and the farmgirl was screaming.

“Let go, rich bitch!”

Yank.

“Gah! I’ll put my foot right up your ass!”

Yank.

Gloria learned from several matches that threats were intimidating, but silence bred uncertainty and uncertainty was fear.

Yank.

Zoey was clasping Gloria’s wrists to free her hair. Once again–Gloria’s plan worked.

Zoey was in no position to push back up; she was both occupied and distracted, and it was time for Gloria to begin the end of the match. Using Zoey’s firm grip as an anchor, Gloria stopped pulling hair, and pushed. She pushed Zoey’s face into the stone floor.

Tears welled in Zoey’s eyes as blood rushed to her cheek.

“Stop, dammit!” Spit flew from her mouth as she screamed. But it was not just her face.

Her breasts were compressed and bulging outwards; blue veins were visible beneath her tan skin as the porous cobblestone floor grated her nipples.

She was furious. She was desperate. She was extremely wet.

Gloria first noticed, and it is questionable if Zoey ever did notice her own subconscious humping of the floor. It started subtle. Just a tap or bump. Eventually, it was soft grinding. Gloria first thought Zoey was trying to grind her way out of this from the bottom. In truth, it was divine.

Gloria left streaks of her nectar on Zoey’s tan skin. The grinding, despite meant for the floor, made something bubble up in Gloria.

Still, this was one sided. Gloria furthered this by removing one hand to pinch the side of Zoey’s breast; she took the skin and rolled it between her fingers until red.

Zoey bucked immediately, almost throwing Gloria off, but fell back down, more tired and defeated than before. Pressure bent her skull, the floor grated her nipples, Gloria worked the sides of her breast, and…

Zoey’s eyes widened. Yes. She was incredibly horny. The floor directly beneath her crotch was damp as she had continually humped it for the past minute. Its only getting worse.

She had never been so horny. Every nerve ending in her was on fire. She needed it, she needed Gloria to press her face twice as hard, to pinch her breasts until they scarred and slap her ass until it was red.

Her body yearned for more pressure.

More bending until something broke.

Zoey flailed. She was not screaming, she moaned. Load and uncontrollably until she was out of breath; she rammed her pelvis into the floor. The sensation of the floor scratching her entire body, of her heated rival on her back, of… warm streaks also on her back?

Whether it was intentional or not, Zoey’s constant grinding had made Gloria gushing. Not only did she struggle to keep pressure on Zoey’s head, she had stopped pinching the farmgirl’s breasts and could hardly keep balance between the humping and her own lust.

Zoey summoned every ounce of muscle in her glorious ass and stood. Gloria tried to push down at first, which became an effort to hold on, which became an effort to step away as Zoey slid out and stood back up.

All three efforts failed. Nothing brings vigor like the brink of death or orgasm, and Zoey was still at the brink. Gloria felt strong hands grab her breasts and squish.

Gloria shrieked. As a bonus, her dark hair covered her face so she could barely see. Zoey did not care.

She compressed Gloria’s breasts until they bulged out from between her fingers, red and inflamed. Zoey squeezed until the nipple of the left breast popped out from beneath her palm. Zoey could not contain herself (nor should she have).

She hunched over.

All Gloria felt was a warm breath, then crunch. Zoey bit down on the nipple, like a berry, and tugged back.

Gloria’s küçükçekmece escort legs went weak, the only thing keeping her up was the grip Zoey had on her nipple and breasts.

To add insult, Zoey began working her tongue in small circles on the tip of Gloria’s nipple.

The brunette beauty could not take it. Her knees gave. She could only save herself by falling into Zoey, as if she were desperately hugging. Zoey obliged.

She let go of Gloria’s nipple and breasts and switched to a bear hug. Gloria, in a daze, barely knew she had been hoisted in the air and was plummeting down.

The two crashed into the ground, Gloria taking both the fall and Zoey’s weight.

She groaned. Her arms and legs could not move, her lungs could not pull in air, and the blow to her head mixed with the horniness between her legs until she could not see straight.

Mila got off the stool. “Do you yield, Lady Gloria?”

Zoey pinched the maimed nipple and began rolling it. “Better give, bitch.” She sneered.

Gloria tried to roll out of it but was immediately (and easily) pinned back down. Zoey slapped her. “GIVE.”

Gloria did not try to roll again. She did not even try to remove the hand that tugged and rolled her nipple. She was a plaything, laying there.

She did not even move when Zoey inserted three fingers into her womanhood.

“I aint gonna be gentle with ya, hun.” Zoey began stretching Gloria’s hole to fit a fourth finger.

And all Gloria could do was lie there. Still. Not broken, but frozen. Her nipple in searing pain, her womanhood radiating pleasure through her entire body until goosebumps popped.

Zoey did not stop.

Mila got to one knee. “Lady Gloria, if Zoey forces an orgasm, she will be the victor… Do you give?”

Mila hardly believed the words she was saying. Gloria, the brunette dominatrix who read, dismantled, and devoured other champions was nothing more than a wet rag on the floor. Zoey was merciless. Sweat glistened off her body as every muscle filled with blood. She was exquisite, forcibly removing an orgasm from Gloria who did not even have the honor to give. Or speak.

Gloria could merely take it. She was nearing her cracking point. Zoey was already covered in Gloria’s nectar, her fingers had begun to prune as the slish and slosh got louder. Gloria could barely hold her cum in. She was sore and dazed and… counting.

Gloria did not say a word. She did not even move. Instead, she counted. She counted the rhythm of Zoey’s fingers. One, two, three. One, two, three.

Each pump brought her to the brim. She could feel every vessel of her southern lips swell, and cum escape out. She inhaled, desperately trying to distract herself from the burning need to release. She was so close, her legs twitched, her heart was between her ears, and Zoey kept going.

One, two, three. Her womanhood was screaming to let go. To take the bondage and just let go.

One, two… three. There. Gloria’s plan was working.

Zoey had spent so much energy getting up, in the bear hug, and forcibly fingering. In a bizarre case of irony, now her nectar covered Gloria’s stomach, making it slippery.

One… two… three.

Gloria had to move. In two more pumps, she would explode. Zoey had to be tired enough to budge. Had to be.

One… tw–

Gloria summoned every ounce of remaining energy. She bucked her hips first, throwing Zoey forward; Zoey flailed for a moment before realizing what happened and planted her hands to the floor. She was still on top of Gloria, albeit her crotch was on Gloria’s mouth–perfect.

Gloria twisted her legs to give Zoey an extra obstacle to her womanhood. Even if it was a few seconds of handfighting before Zoey pried Gloria’s legs open, those were seconds Gloria recovered.

And seconds Zoey was eaten out.

Gloria extended her tongue and began the alphabet. Zoey’s back arched instantly. She looked at the ceiling and gritted her teeth.

“Dammit–ah!”

The elixir put both girls in overdrive. Both girls were incredibly horny, and both hung off cliff’s edge.

Zoey struggled to reach behind through waves of electrifying pleasure. She found Gloria’s womanhood guarded by crossed thighs.

“Coward!” She cursed.

E… F… Gloria’s tongue silently swirled. Nectar spilled from Zoey. G…

Gloria was also exhausted, however. She could only keep her thighs locked for so long until Zoey dug a way in.

A jolt of warmth and pain shot up Gloria. Her tongue stuttered, but she persisted.

H…

One… two… three…

Mila watched in disbelief. She had not taken the elixir. Still, her thick panties were damp from excitement. Zoey, a fresh face from the fields, did not just hold her own. She had Gloria on the ropes. Both girls, slicked in sweat, muscles giving out, womanhoods pushed to the limit’s edge, were moaning and fiercely competing.

I…

One… two… three…

Gloria could not take it. Her vulva, her clit, her insides were slicked and fever hot. Zoey managed to force a fourth finger in and was working on the fifth. Gloria’s southern lips had been twisted, stretched, and were quivering; she needed to release. Her orgasm was at peak. Her breasts were full with fluid and though she tried to fight the arching of her back, she could not.

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“Hello?”

“Hannah?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Neil. How are you?”

“Good. You want my mom?”

“Is she available?”

“She’s out on an errand.”

“Tell her to call me.”

“I will.”

“How’s the website going?”

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“Sales kinda slow?”

“Had a rough month. But we’re working on it.”

“Hannah, I’ve been there. Hire new models. Take a cut of their sales, like I told you before.”

“I ran it by my mom. No verdict yet.”

“Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thanks, Neil.”

Hannah placed the cordless back on the dock.

Fucker never calls for me for jobs, Hannah thought.

Hannah was bare naked from the waist down, her huge round buttocks dappled with fluffy, curdled milk textured cellulite.

She was wearing a gray short sleeve modal lounge shirt that showed her erect nipples through the front of it. She had left her house slippers and her black yoga pants on the bathroom floor.

When the phone rang, she was in the middle of a really stubborn bowel movement, one that dirtied up her anus when she pinched it shut around a bulk of creamy turd.

Hannah only answered the phone because the caller ID didn’t announce the number of the caller and she thought it was estranged boyfriend Germaine.

But, it was Neil David, the adult film producer.

Hannah knew that her mother Teah was getting jobs outside of the softcore porn site they ran.

One job with a sleazy German photographed almost ended with Teah getting sodomized. The photoshoot was concluded when Teah pulled out her handgun and nearly castrated the miserable Arschficker.

Hannah often thought that Teah was playing with her life, going on assignments without protection.

But protection was the least of Teah’s worries. She was on an errand, but not only was it business related. It was pleasured relations.

————————————

Teah bounced aggressively on Germaine’s rigid blood-filled erection, her arms wrapped tightly around his strong upper body, undersides of her thighs clapping on his lap.

Teah was in a dive motel on the south side of town, shooting a scene with her sportscam.

Her snug love glove oozed thick cream, slathering up his penis with her skin-moistening vaginal butterfat.

Teah slowed down so that she could grind against him using her pelvis, swiveling her broad hips. Her pace then lowered to gradual riding as her open anus revealed a dark chunk of shiny fecal rock crowning.

“Here it comes,” Teah breathed.

She concentrated on birthing the brutal carbonado cluster while her vaginal walls gripped Germaine’s penis

“This is some hard dookie,” she declared.

Teah’s stool was a randomly oriented cluster of poop pebbles that poked out of her budding anus.

“I wanna push it out while I ride zonguldak escort you dick.”

Germaine pulled her buttocks open with his hands.

“It’s thick,” Teah said, feeling the turd slowly pass.

Then, Teah picked up the pace again, making the turd wag up and down as she bounced on Germaine’s lap.

When Germaine finally lost his load, Teah’s tender turd cutter pinched off the gnarly knot of noir sapphires.

Teah got off of Germaine’s lap and looked down at the desiccated polycrystalline creation that dropped out of her ass and on to the white puppy training pad.

Teah swore that there were a tiny thirsty squatters in her intestines, sucking the moisture from her stools.

She turned off the sportscam on a tripod at the foot of the bed and turned off the flood light.

She quickly cleaned her asshole by digging between her butt cheeks with a white hand towel with the logo of the dive motel on it. She tossed the hand towel away smeared with dark shit residue and put her leggings back on.

Germaine watched Teah put on her tunic.

“You going to edit that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Teah’s feet found her flip flops. “I’ll call you again when I have to take a dookie.”

Teah gathered her things and left. Germaine sat there staring at her fecal monstrosity. He built the nerve to nudge it with his index finger. It was still fairly warm.

Outside, she looked to the outdoor seasonal pool with a disgusting ring around it so dark, she wondered if a mud-caked rhino had used it as a bath tub, and even a toilet.

Gotta love modern budget lodging, she thought.

Teah got into her van and started it. She looked up at the sun visor and pulled it down so that she could check her face. A white 5×7 booklet envelope fell into her lap.

She opened it and took out instructions for collecting stool specimens for immunochemical fecal occult blood testing (iFOBT for short).

Hannah’s lab work, Teah thought, and put the envelope on the passenger side seat.

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Teah drove home and found Hannah in the bathroom squatting on the rug in front of the toilet, holding on to the bathtub. Teah heard a deep crackling sound and smelled a horrid odor that reminded her of an unclean porta potty.

“You left your stool sample kit in the van, Hannah.”

Hannah turned her head halfway.

“Where the fuck were you, mom?”

“I told you I had to do a video shoot. And watch your language when you speak to me. I am still your mother.”

Hannah got up, feeling the head of the creamy turd mesh between her butt cheeks.

“Neil called.”

“What did he want?”

Hannah snatched the booklet envelope from Teah.

“He didn’t say.”

“I need a sample of your poop.”

“I fethiye escort know,” Hannah said.

“I just need a little bit,” Teah said.

“I’m trying to go.”

“I’ll get the commode.”

Teah got a gray, steel folding bedside commode out of her room and placed it near the sink. She put what looked like a white litter pan under the open commode.

Hannah sat on the commode seat and adjusted herself so that her budding anus was clearly visible.

When Teah’s cellphone rang, she tapped the screen to turn on the speaker option. It was Neil David.

“Neil,” Teah said, putting her cellphone on the sink.

“Teah,” Neil answered. “Was your phone off?”

“Yeah. I was shooting a scene for the site.”

“I got work for you, if you’re up for it.”

“Lay it on me, Big Daddy.”

Fuck you mom, Hannah thought, feeling her thick greasy turd stretch her anus open. You’ll fuck anybody for money. You probably fucked Neil. That’s why he keeps calling you. You act like you don’t care about dad anymore, but you’re still in love with him.

Teah got down on her knees with the 5×7 envelope in her hand while Neil rattled off. She got down on her right side and looked up into the bottom of the commode.

Hannah was birthing a creamy behemoth that crackled so loudly, Neil could hear it over the phone.

“What’s going on?” Neil asked.

“Hannah’s pooping,” Teah said, prepared the sampling probe. She looked up and saw the tapered end of a huge turd with the profile and color of a steamed sweet potato groundhog, making Hannah’s anus curl inward.

I’d better take a sample now, Teah thought. She could be in here all day trying to push that thing out.

When Teah put the grooved portion of the sampling probe up to the tip of the turd…

KA-SPLUT!!!

A violent deluge of mushy poop spewed forth form Hannah’s anus, spattering Teah with projectile feces on her right hand, forearm, shoulder, and face. Teah sprung up and banged her head on the commode chair’s underside.

“Fuck!” Teah screamed, and quickly got up.

“Hello?” Neil asked.

“That dump felt amazing,” Hannah declared, feeling her stool still flowing from her anus like soft serve.

Teah looked down at the sampling probe; only the tip of it had Hannah’s poop on it.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah!”

“Is everything okay?” Neil asked.

“No,” Teah shouted. “This bitch shat on me!”

“Maybe you should’ve recorded it,” Hannah said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Teah snarled.

Hannah got up and wiped herself, leaving her bowel movement in the litter pan. Teah flushed the stool, cleaned out the litter pan with bleach and got into the shower.

Teah scrubbed her face, shoulder, and arm like she’d tear her skin off. She had touched Hannah’s alanya escort poop before, but she was never attacked by it. Then again, maybe Teah deserved it for secretly fucking Hannah’s baby daddy.

After Teah got cleaned up, she inserted the sampling probe into the sampling bottle and snapped the cap on tightly. She wrapped the sampling bottle in an absorbent pad and placed it into a plastic bag.

She put the plastic bag with the sampling bottle into a special waterproof self-adhesive envelope. She peeled tape from the flap and pressed the flap firmly to seal it.

Wearing only her oversized sleep shirt and flip flops, Teah took the envelope with Hannah’s stool sample out to the mailbox. On the front of her sleep shirt in thin, white capital letters was: EAT. SLEEP. SHIT. REPEAT.

The sleep shirt did a terrible job hiding Teah’s ripened pear of an A-shaped ass. The elderly neighbor across the way backed out of his driveway. A young man in a slow-moving SUV got distracted by Teah’s derrière.

The SUV bumped into the rear of the elderly man’s car. The old man got out of his sedan and checked on the younger guy in the SUV. The young man wasn’t even concerned about his car. He just gawked at Teah.

Neil called Teah back as she went back to the house.

“You free to talk now?” Neil asked.

“Yeah,” Teah said, standing on the sidewalk, watching bystanders slowly gather to observe the fender bender that she inadvertently caused. “What’s up?”

“I got a job from a guy who runs the Flatulence Fetish website. He saw your ‘groundhogging granite’ clip and wants to work with you. Now, you said it was okay to send my people to you if you need the money, right?”

“Sure. Send him over. Is he on his way now?”

“He left about an hour ago. You still home?”

“I’m standing outside of my house, Neil.”

“Wait,” Neil said. “He just texted me. He said he’s at the address, but he just hit the back of some old guy’s car.”

Teah looked to the young man who owned the Sport Utility Vehicle texting on his cellphone.

“Is he driving an SUV?” she asked.

“Do you see him?”

Teah smiled and waved to the young man.

“It’s him, Neil. He’s here. Thanks again.”

Teah waited for the police and the people to disperse before she met the young man at the end of her driveway.

“I’m Teah Jones,” she held out her hand.

“Clint,” the young man shook. “Neil sent me.”

“I’m so sorry about your car,” she said. “My big ass has a nasty habit of causing shit like that to happen.”

“I think you’re incredible,” Clint said. “I’d like to do a shoot with you. I have a few other girls lined up too.”

“Who are they? Do I know them?”

“They’re some of my regulars. Ms. Kenya Brown, Ana Selena, some Jewish chick named Rena.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Good,” Clint said. “You’ll all get along great.”

“How much does this job pay?”

Clint flicked his cellphone screen and showed it to her.

“That, Madam Dookie, is some serious bread.”

“All of that just to fart on camera?” she asked.

“You game or not?”

Teah smiled and batted her eyelashes at Clint.

“Where and when?”

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First, let me thank “HeyAll” who functioned as my “volunteer editor” on this story. His assistance was invaluable to the process and to the content itself. I thank you, sir!

BACKGROUND:

Approximately two weeks ago I placed a notice in the Literotica Personals. My “Profile” read as follows:

“Introduction

I am a 65-year-old man and have been straight my entire life except for some minor experimentation in college. I’m just to the point that I would like to know what man/man sex feels like. I’m not looking for a relationship as I am very happily married. In fact, my wife will hopefully decide to watch or even call some of the action between us. Personally, I would prefer that. She is totally aware of this posting.

I’m not sure I can do anal, but maybe that depends on the person and circumstances. I want to give and receive oral at a minimum and see where it naturally goes from there.

I’m not sure of the quality I can give at the start, but I am willing to learn the “art” and be taught.

We thought we might first meet for a drink or dinner, then proceed to our hotel room if we are all in agreement to go forward. This should be fun and hot, and I intend to make sure it is.

My Ideal Person: Experienced bisexual or gay male who is attracted to older professional, retired guys. He is patient, has wit and can enjoy teaching the art of man/man sexual pleasures.”

Well, to our great surprise we got about eight replies over the next two weeks. While some were suspect, most seemed genuine and had good ratings from others. We independently picked out the same man, Steve, who seemed like a nice guy and someone you might enjoy spending time with. He lived just outside of Austin.

We contacted him through the site and told him we would be in Austin for an upcoming weekend and wanted to get together for a couple of drinks and maybe more if we all agreed after having those drinks. So, we decided to meet in the Four Seasons bar on Friday at 6:00 PM. We would have a few drinks and get to know each other.

We checked into the hotel early and went down to the bar early about 5:30 PM and picked out a table in a more dimly lit area where we would have more privacy.

I was nervous as hell and wasn’t sure I even wanted to go through with this. A fantasy is one thing but making it a reality wasn’t something I was so sure about. However, something kept pushing me to the next step. Well, at 6:00 PM on the dot Steve walks in, sees us and recognizes us from the descriptions we had given him earlier.

Steve sits down, orders a drink and we order our second. He compliments us on giving honest descriptions (so far, at least) and we give some sketchy info about ourselves and our backgrounds. He seems very easygoing and likable. After talking for 30 minutes or so, I nod to Carol (our predetermined signal for her to head to the restroom), and she announces that she will be right back.

While she is gone, I explain to Steve that my nod and her “leaving” for the restroom means that we both want to go forward assuming he agrees, of course. While Carol is gone, she is deciding whether she wants to participate sexually tonight or just watch and maybe direct some of the action between the two of us. We will know her wishes by her actions when she gets back. She is taking off her panties, and when she comes back, they will be balled up in her fist.

I explain to Steve that if she gives her panties to him, it means she wants to actively participate sexually in the night’s activities — which may mean that she just wants you to use her vibrator on her, or she may let you pleasure her orally or even want full-blown intercourse. Or, in layman’s terms make her cum, eat her pussy or fuck her! She will let you know step by step how far she wants to take it.

If, on the other hand, she gives her panties to me, it means she wants just to watch and possibly direct some of the action between us. muğla escort Either way, I tell him, I’ll make sure he gets her panties as his souvenir of the night. That generates a big smile from him.

Carol, after what seems a very long time, but probably was only 5 minutes or so, comes back to the table. We can see she does have something in her fist, but no one would guess it’s her panties! She sits down and gives them to ME, then goes on to explain that she would just be more comfortable watching this time, but she warns that she would like to be in control of the action between Steve and me and that she has given some advance thought to this subject! She asks Steve if he is comfortable with her calling the action tonight, and if he will do as she directs and, of course, he says YES! (I have never seen her want to be this in “control” of our sex activity. I’m usually the one making the requests.)

We order one last round before heading up to the room, and we start talking about Austin and how it is changing, etc. etc. trying to deflect our real thoughts! Then, we make a toast to making new friends and to fun things to come that night.

Then out of the blue Carol takes my hand under the table where no one can see and puts it on Steve’s upper thigh. Then, in a low voice, she says “Now, move your hand to Steve’s crotch and tell me if his dick is hard yet!

Then she tells Steve to do the same to me. Surprisingly, we each tell her that they are hard as rocks! She tells us to rub those dicks for a minute through our pants to make sure they are hard, but “DO NOT CUM.”

After a minute or two of rubbing, she announces that we seem ready to go to the room. Carol and I finish our drinks and tell Steve that we’ll go first and get things ready. Carol tells him that he is to give us exactly 10 minutes then come up and knock on our door.

On the way up the elevator, Carol notices my hand is shaking and asks me if I’m sure I want to go through with this. She reminds me I can still say “No” to the whole thing or any part of it even if I decide to go through with it.

“No, we have come this far, ” I said. “And I want to go through with it, even if it is just a one-time event in my life!”

She asks me if I mind if she just watches tonight but directs all the action. I say “no, but it might be nice if you got naked at some point like Steve and me.” She says she’ll think about it!

Once we’re in the room, I make myself a scotch and water, and she tells me to keep my clothes on but to sit on the couch. Then she asks me very firmly, “WILL YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” If so, repeat this back to me exactly, “YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”!

I repeat this as instructed, and then there is a knock on our door. Carol opens the door and lets Steve in. She then proceeds to offer him a glass of wine or a drink of the bourbon or scotch that we had brought with us. He says yes to the glass of wine, and she pours one and hands it to him.

She tells him that she is going to direct ALL the action between him and her husband and asks if he is agreeable to that. (She is acting like I’m not sitting right there).

He says sure, but he hopes she will get so turned by the action that she will want to join in. She tells Steve that joining in tonight is very unlikely.

She then says, “Steve, are you prepared to do EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” They discuss that he always has the right to say, “NO” to any act that he doesn’t want to perform, but absent that he says “Yeah, sure I will give you control of the action.” She says, “no, that’s not good enough, I want a firm YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”! He repeats it exactly as instructed, and from that moment on, we are both under Carol’s complete control.

And so, the night I have fantasized ordu escort about so many times begins for real! Carol tells Steve to go over to the couch where I am sitting and sit down. I want to see you make out for a while and get your juices flowing. Kiss and fondle each other like a couple of teenagers in heat before we move on.

After a few minutes, she says, “Bill, rub his dick through his pants and make sure he is totally hard.” “Tell Steve what you think of his dick based on what you feel.” I do as told and tell Steve his dick feels nice and thick and long.

I keep rubbing his hard dick until I can feel him throbbing through his underwear and pants.

Carol then says, “Bill, tell him what YOU WANT to do to his dick.”

“Steve, while Bill describes what he would like to do to you, take off your pants, but keep your underwear on. Then I want you to tell him what YOU WANT him to do to your dick!”

For my part, I tell Steve I want to suck that beautiful dick and before the night is over “make you explode in my mouth and give me the biggest load of cum you have ever shot” (figured why hold back now!).

Steve starts to tell me that he wants me to do just that and suck his dick for all it’s worth.

Carol interrupts and says, “No, Steve, I want you to describe specifically what you want, where you want him to lick. Now tell him exactly how you like your dick sucked. Then tell him how you rub your dick when you jack off. You do jack off, don’t you Steve?

Steve says, “Sure I jack off. Everybody does”.

Carol then goes on to say:

?”Tell Bill how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking that dick.

?Do you jack off every day?

?Where? In the shower? In bed?”

oSteve tells us he jacks off almost every day, mostly in the shower, and his favorite fantasy is getting his dick sucked by a man, sometimes by both a man and a woman.

?Carol keeps on, “Do you eat that good cum, Steve?”

o”I swallow it about half the time,” he says. I like the taste of my cum.”

?”Do you use toys, Steve?”

oSteve says he uses a fake dick most of the time which always makes him cum hard.

?”Now tell Bill exactly how you like it? What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!” (Steve is getting hotter now that he has been asked all these questions that he has never, ever answered out loud before in his life. He starts telling us the answers while his underwear has a growing wet spot from his excitement and my rubbing.)

?”Bill, suck that wet spot that I see on Steve’s underwear. We mustn’t let any of that wonderful precum go to waste.”

After a couple of minutes, Carol says, “Ok, Bill, your turn to tell Steve a few things about you, but first take Steve’s dick out, bend over at the waist and with the tip of your tongue lick up that precum that is oozing out of his dick. That’s it, stick your tongue in that slit”.

After 10 minutes or so of me just licking the head of Steve’s dick, and swallowing a fair amount of precum in the process, Carol tells us to take our remaining clothes off.

“Bill, while you are taking your clothes off, and leave your underwear on, by the way, I want you to answer each of the questions Steve just did, and I want the absolute TRUTH!

?Tell Steve how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking your dick.”

oI tell him it’s been one of my favorite fantasies, especially for the last couple of years.

?Carol then says, “Tell him a little about the kind of porn you watch while jacking off. (She knows I watch gay porn, either masturbation videos or long dick sucking ones.)

?”Do you jack off every day, Bill? Where? In the shower? In bed? In your closet?

?Have you ever jacked off in some other room of our house?”

oI tell Steve it’s more like every other day, usually in the shower, in bed osmaniye escort or while sitting on the toilet watching a hot video.

oI say, “yeah, I have jacked off in other rooms, like the living room and maybe the Media Room on the rare occasion I watch a Porn movie up there.”

?Carol says, “What do you use when you jack off? Have you ever used a dildo like Steve did and fucked your ass with it?

?Do you always eat your cum, too? I know you like it, don’t you, because you always want me to feed it to you. Now, tell him the truth here.”

oI say, “yes, I have used a dildo, but I haven’t found one that really fits or feels great yet. They are either too big or are hard to get in. I haven’t had much luck yet. I want Carol to use a “strap-on” with me, but she is resisting that one. As far as eating my cum goes, I have tried in the last year or two, but when I start to cum, I chicken out, maybe half the time. It has to be the first couple spurts, and then I like it and am glad I did it.

?Carol asks, “What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!”

oI say “a finger in my ass rubbing my prostate will do it for me, but that is very hard to do by yourself.” Steve agrees!

“OK, once your clothes are off, I want you to stand facing each other. Bill, pull Steve’s dick out of his underwear at the bottom and do the same to yours. Now, take his dick and press it against your own and very slowly put them together and jack them off as one. Yes, rub that precum over both dicks. Ooh, that’s hot looking. Steve, gently play with Bill’s nipples while he is rubbing your dick. Remember, DO NOT CUM!”

After about 5 minutes of this, Carol says “OK, let’s get on the bed and lay down on your sides opposite each other in a 69 position. Now you get to do what you have been fantasizing about, Bill. Suck that dick just like you have imagined. Lick it up and down. Take what you can in your mouth. I want to see you taking that precum in and swallowing it. How does Steve taste? Steve, how about Bill?”

I say, “he is delicious, and he can sure produce the pre-cum.”

He says, “You’re not so bad yourself there, buddy. This is super hot! I have never had anybody call the action like this before.”

Carol goes on, “Steve, teach and show Bill how to properly suck a man’s dick. What about his balls? Do all men like them rubbed and sucked? How rough should it be?”

After several minutes, Carol asks, “Shall we take a little break at this point and have another drink or keep on going?”

I say I could use a break as my jaw is starting to hurt a little.

Carol says, “OK, but first I want each of you to grab one of the cock rings on the nightstand and put it on. I want to see those nice hard dicks stay that way. Go ahead and play with yourself for me if you need to to stay hard. Let’s go back to the living room and sit down”.

(After we all move back to the bedroom)

Carol begins, “There is some lube on the bedside table, Steve, why don’t you spread some of that on Bill’s ass when you’re ready?

“Bill, lay on your stomach and give Steve access to your ass.”

“Steve, I want you to massage Bill’s ass now and after a few minutes, put one finger in his ass to start to open him up. After a few minutes of getting some lube up there, move on to two fingers. Then try using that vibrator there on the nightstand but put a condom on it first. Bill can show you how it works. Ok, once Bill gets that in his ass, Steve, then I think he’s ready for you next. Get your dick good and hard, put on one of those condoms and insert it in his ass. Go slow at first until he is used to you. After he is used to you, you can fuck him for all your worth! Just go for it.”

“Bill, are you ready for this? Do you want Steve to fuck you now in your ass?”

I say “Yes, I’m ready.”

Carol says, “Then tell Steve how much you want him to fuck you!”

I say, “Steve, please, man, go slow, but fuck my ass right now.”

“Alright, I’m going to be quiet for a while now and just watch you two enjoy each other.”

Alright, this is where my fantasy ends for now. Based on the reaction I get, and if there are enough others that enjoy this type of story, I may be encouraged to write more on this topic. I hope you enjoy it!

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It was shocking at first. My ex had gotten into trample fetish play for a while when we were first married. At 5’1″ (155cm) and 100 lbs (45kg) she’s a tiny woman, like a pixie, and she was always slow and delicate about it. Plus it had easily been 5 or 6 years since we did anything like that. At 5’3″ (160cm) Tracy wasn’t much taller, but she was much more fit and a full 25 pounds (11kg) heavier, but here she was standing on my face. No questions, no preparation, no concerns, she just pushed down and stood on my face with all 125lbs. The smell, wetness, and overall sweatiness of her stocking feet went right out of my head, and my whole world revolved around the incredible, painful, ecstatically wonderful feeling of Tracy standing on my face.

Just when I was getting used to it she stepped backwards onto my chest. I looked up to see her face hovering above me. Knees bent a little, looking down at me with one hand on the coffee table and the other on the couch to keep her balance. Both feet on my chest and just standing there like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry. You told me once that you liked that so I thought it would be ok but I should have asked. Did I hurt you? Please say you’re ok, or at least not mad, or something.”

The words were flying out of her so fast that I couldn’t get a word in. When she finally breathed I told her that I was just fine..

She sighed, relaxed a little, and started in again with “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that right? You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy right? I should have asked first, or brought it up. You’re not mad are you?” and kept going for a couple of minutes until I started laughing which almost made her lose her balance.

She staggered a little and said “Oh my God, I’m standing on your chest!” and then twisted sideways to fall back onto the couch..

“Why didn’t you say something? I must have been crushing you. You should have told me to get off!”

I took a deep breath and told her to do the same. “Why? I was up enjoying having you stand on me, why would I tell you to get off?”

She gave me a puzzled look, and after a minute apologized again saying “Well I’m still sorry, I should have at least asked if you wanted me to. Last night I was thinking about all the things we’ve talked about, and the conversation about standing on your face popped into my head when you said to push as hard as I want. I really am sorry, sometimes I do things without thinking them through.”

I lay on the floor, listening to her ramble and trying not to laugh, but failing. She finally lightened up a bit and nudged me with her foot, telling me to stop laughing at her although she was starting to laugh too. When I finally stopped laughing, all I could say was “Damn!” That got her worked up again, worrying that she had hurt me, or that I was mad at her.

“Tracy, stop. I’m ok, more than ok actually. I love that you just stood on my face, and that you did it without any warning.” She didn’t seem to believe me so I continued, “Ok look. To be honest this night is full of surprises. I thought I had experienced your feet at their worst, or best (grinning), the day your chef quit, but they’re in a league of their own tonight. I mean, damn!”

“I know, I know. I’m bahçelievler escort such an idiot sometimes, always pushing things too far and ruining them. When I felt my feet slipping around in my boots at work I thought it would be funny to see your reaction to them like this, but I wish I had just gone home instead of texting you. I’m so sorry. Please say we can go back to the way we were yesterday.”

I must have looked confused, because she gave me a puppy dog look and just said “Please?”

I just looked at her for a minute, a little amused but wondering what it would take for her to understand. “Look Tracy, stop worrying. If I had known what your feet were like when you texted me, or that you would end up standing on my face like that, I would have bought you flowers or something. I definitely wouldn’t have said no or changed anything. I’m not mad, just the opposite. This is one of the best nights of my life.”

She finally looked up and smiled, asking “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“So I didn’t knock you out with the stink or crush your face when I stood on it?” She giggled a little at the end of her question so I knew she was starting to relax.

I laughed a little, saying “No, you didn’t knock me out or crush my face. Why don’t we go out on the deck, calm down, and finish those drinks. You seem like you’re a little shaken up.”

She agreed that was a good idea and started to head outside. I called her back and handed her boots to her. She gave me a puzzled look, so I explained that the deck was kind of dirty and I didn’t want her feet to get all filthy or ruin her stockings.

She started laughing as she pulled them on, saying “you just don’t want them filthy in case I stick them in your face again.”

I knew she caught me, so I just laughed and responded with “Well yeah, there’s that too.” It was good to hear her laugh at that.

We sat on the deck for a while finishing the drinks I made over an hour ago which were now completely watered down. She still looked a little concerned so I changed the subject a little by asking her if she enjoyed what we did earlier. It took a minute, but she finally answered “You know what, I did. The first few times we sat in my car I was so worried, but you didn’t seem to mind that my feet stunk. Of course the foot massages are great, but as weird as it is, it really feels good when you breathe between my toes. I don’t know why you like it or what you get out of it, but I really don’t care.”

She laughed at herself a little, paused a minute, and continued. “I don’t know what came over me today though. When we were setting up for dinner I was walking around and felt my feet squishing, and started giggling because I immediately imagined your expression if I stuck them in your face the way they were.”

It was fun to hear her laughing at herself while explaining her thought process, so I laughed along with her until she continued. “Anyway, I actually planned on just teasing you about it. You always tell me that you like when my feet smell, but they’re really awful today. I wasn’t going to text you, but then I did. I was going to just tease you during the ride home, but then I got off the train with you. Of course bağcılar escort the drinks didn’t help.”

She giggled at herself again but continued, “When you lay on the floor I couldn’t help resting my feet on you as a tease. I didn’t think you’d mind my boots on you, you told me that once, but I was actually telling myself that I had to leave them on. Tapping you was mostly a tease. You weren’t taking them off me so I thought that you probably realized how hot they were all day, but then there I was pulling them off. I really don’t know how you survived. The smell was terrible even up where I was sitting.”

Her laugh started sounding a little nervous, so while she was giggling I said “Well don’t worry, I don’t understand it either. I just know that stockings, boots, and sweaty feet do something to me. This was just incredible today, beyond what I ever imagined, but I loved it. I really do think I was in a trance when you were using my face to massage your feet.”

It was my turn to dig up an old conversation we had: “Remember when we first met? You told me that you liked to lick an old girlfriend’s breasts when she came home from the gym, and enjoyed it a few times when she trapped your face in her armpit when you were doing it. I think that’s a lot like me with feet. It doesn’t make sense, but you loved it.”

Tracy finally smiled, saying “Mhmm, I guess that makes sense. I kept expecting you to push them off your face, and that you were just being nice by not complaining. I’m so relieved that you weren’t all grossed out by it.”

It was good to see her finally accept that I really did enjoy this, but didn’t want to dwell on it, so I changed the topic a little. “So… you stood on my face, huh. Outside of worrying that you were killing me, what did you think of it?”

She took a few breaths, both to think and keep herself from getting worked up. “Well at the time I didn’t think of it at all. I didn’t plan anything out, it just kind of happened. Honestly when you first lay on the floor the thought of stepping on you to get to the couch crossed my mind, maybe that had something to do with it. But it all happened so fast that I was almost surprised to look down and see you under me.”

I got a good laugh out of that. “Well then I don’t know who was more shocked about it.”

She laughed at that as well, took a big gulp of her drink, and relaxed a little more. “As soon as I realized that I was standing on your face I knew it was a mistake. I didn’t know what to do. I only stayed there as long as I did because I was in a kind of frozen panic with a million things whipping through my head.”

“Oh my God, I’m standing on his face. What’s wrong with me; why am I standing on his face?

Why isn’t he saying anything, or screaming at me?

Is he unconscious?

How do I explain this? He’s going to hate me.

He said he likes this, but this must hurt like hell.

Did I not understand something? This can’t be right, it has to be killing him.

What am I doing? I must be crushing his face.

Am I breaking his nose?

No, I’m not standing on his nose, can you break someone’s cheek bones?

Oh my God, get off his face already. How do I get off ümraniye escort without hurting him more?

He’s going to hate me so much. Why did I do this?

I should have just gone home.

He’s never going to talk to me again, I’m such an idiot.

Is he even breathing, I can tell if he’s breathing.

I really like having him as a friend, why did I do this?

Shit, get off his face already!”

“Then I was looking down at you. I don’t really remember making the decision to get off, and definitely not deciding that it would be better to stand on your chest than on your face. I was just suddenly off your face”

She was a little shaky from reliving it, hell I was dizzy just listening to her relating the turmoil in her head at the time. “Jeez, you really were panicking. Well you can relax. You didn’t kill me, or break my face, or hurt me too much. And I definitely want to stay friends. I’m not going away.”

She visibly relaxed at that, saying “Thank you so much. When I was standing, um, on your face, that still sounds weird to say, I was so worried that I was really hurting you, and that you’re never want to talk to me again.”

I told her “Well of course it hurt, you’re 125 lbs and were standing on my face, but that’s part of the enjoyment for me. The fact that your feet were as incredibly sweaty and smelly as they were today only made it better.”

“Really? So you like that it hurts?I wish I knew that earlier, I probably wouldn’t have panicked as much.”

We both got a laugh out of that. I wanted to get her take on all this, so asked if she enjoyed it at all when she stood on me. It took a couple of minutes, but she finally answered.

“Maybe? I think so? I was so worried that I was hurting you that I didn’t think about how it felt doing it, but I guess so. It was definitely different than just rubbing my feet on you. It probably would have been different if I didn’t think I was going to end up in a hospital with you trying to explain how your nose got broken and why you face stunk like feet.”

I got a good laugh out of that, and finally said “Good, so the next time you can relax, be your normal mischievous self, and have fun.”

“The next time? Really?”

“Well yeah, if you’re ok with it”

“You really want to do that again? I was sure I was putting too much weight on you. I didn’t smash your face?”

“You did smash my face, but definitely not too much. Like I said, I like that kind of pain. I hope you’re ok with that.”

I could see the look on her face change from one of disbelief to understanding.

“Well now that I know I’m fine with it, I just didn’t realize that’s what you’re into. I thought you just liked smelly feet. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends who were into some pretty extreme things so I get that pain can be exciting. I have no problem causing discomfort and even hurting you a bit if that’s what you want.”

Well that made me shiver a bit in excitement and we had a rambling conversation about her past experiences, mostly with biting and scratching, and how one of her exes liked being bit hard enough that it would leave a bruise for a few days. By the time we were done she had relaxed, and was smiling a little at the memories. I told her since that was out of the way, she could just have fun next time and not worry about killing me.

She leaned across the table, stared me right in the eye, and said “You better watch out what you ask for”. I looked back at her and saw her biting her lip with that glint in her eye and got the distinct impression that things were going to get a lot more interesting.

To be continued…

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Ch.3-Let’s be Frank

Although I awoke the next morning with last night on my mind, I had to put it aside. Melissa was coming home this morning. I offered to pick her up, but she and a fellow co-worker were splitting an Uber. It did allow me a little time to tidy up. It also however gave me time to ponder what’s next? Like I said, she’s always been supportive of me exploring that part of my sexuality, but I don’t know if I should tell her. With it being with neighbors, and the unknown of if it will happen again, I just wasn’t sure what to do. For the moment though, I decided my best course of action was to just keep quiet.

She arrived home at around 10 in the morning and greeted me with a big embrace. It felt good to hug and kiss her after almost a full week away. She asked me how my week was, and I of course lied and told her it was pretty boring. Meanwhile, all I could think about was what happened last night. I so wanted to tell her, but I didn’t know what the ramifications of it would be. It wasn’t long after she got home that I got a text from another neighbor, Frank. He was asking if I could come over to help him move an armoire. He said he needed someone young and strong. I may be younger than him, but I’ve never been an overly muscular guy. I was about to tell him it would have to wait, but before I could Melissa told me to go for it. She said all she wanted to do was catch up on some sleep and we could do dinner later. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my jacket and told her I’d see her later.

Frank and his with Cynthia lived at the end of the street, so I just walked over. Although not old, they were the oldest residents in the neighborhood. They were in their mid to late 50’s. Both seemed to be in good physical shape though. They walked almost everyday. They always seemed to be the unofficial “leaders” of the area. They had a son but he had just turned 21 and had moved out a few months ago. I had only interacted with them here and there however, so Frank’s text took me a bit by surprise. I rang the bell and waited. To my shock, Frank answered the door in nothing but a towel.

“Hey there. Sorry, just hopped out of the shower. Please, come in.”

I was right, he looked to be in great shape. He wasn’t muscular or anything, but didn’t look like an old man either. Just fit. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back from his shower and the water still glistened off of his bare chest.

“Wanna beer?” He asked as he walked into his kitchen.

“Sure” I called out as I looked around. They had a nice place. A lot of antiques and I can only assume expensive things.

“Thanks again” he said as he passed me a beer.

I told him it was no problem as we made small talk for a few minutes. “So, where’s this armoire” I finally asked.

“Oh, yes. In our bedroom. Up the stairs, first door on the left. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

I walked up and into their bedroom. It was very neat and tidy. I looked around a bit, and didn’t notice the armoire. Maybe I went to the wrong room?

“Hey Frank!” I hollered out. “Are you sure it’s an armoire? I don’t see one”.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable” I heard him say from behind me.

His answer was very gümüşhane escort perplexing. I turned around and saw him standing just inside the doorway, his towel gone and he was cokepletely naked. His cock was just a little bigger than mine at around 5-5.5 inches. He was in great shape, and his pubes matched his chest hair, as in non existent

“Frank…I don’t think-“

“Top drawer. There’s a silver baby doll that should fit you nicely.”

“Frank, please. I-“

“I can always make you.” He said stepping closer to me, never breaking his stare.

The nerves I had here were nothing compared to the other two times. From his tone of voice, his stance, just his overall demeanor, I knew that no matter what I said or did, that this was happening. So I gave in.

“Ok Frank. Whatever you say.”

He just grinned a little as I took my clothes off. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly took off the each item. Maybe it was because he was older than me, as well as Mark and Tim, but I got a little shy and embarrassed in front of him. I turned around as I removed my boxers. I could hear a slight moan escape his lips. I opened the drawer and on top was the silver baby doll. It felt so good when that silky fabric dropped over my body. The switch in my head went off again and all of the sudden, all I wanted was his cock. Cynthia was shorter than me, so the backside barely covered the top of my ass. The front didn’t cover anything. The hem just landed on top of my small, but erect cock. I turned around and was surprised to find Frank standing right in front of me now. He reached out and grabbed my cock. Then, a first for me. He placed his cock in the same hand and slowly started stroking both of them simultaneously. I had never felt my cock being rubbed together with another mans, but it was amazing.

“Looks like the guys were right” he remarked, “Definitely one sexy little sissy.”

I swear, being called a sissy by a man almost melted me. I couldn’t even speak, I just moaned. Then, another first happend. Frank dropped down to his knees and started sucking my cock! From the minute I discovered my fetiishes and sexuality, I never once thought of anyone giving me pleasure in this way. I always wanted to be giving, pleasing. But it felt great. It was clear it wasn’t his first time. He definitely knew what he was doing. My hands instinctively made their way down to the back of his head, but I just ran them through his hair. Even then, I knew I wasn’t in control. He stayed down there for a few minutes before giving it one last long lick.

“Your turn” he said as he sat on the end of his bed. I dropped to my knees and started licking his balls. I could feel his hand playing with my hair. I started to playfully kiss it. I wanted to tease him a bit. This was so unexpected, but I welcomed it. Eventually I took all of him in my mouth. Due to the fact that he wasn’t overly big, I had no problems at all. It felt good to not worry if he was too long, or too thick. He was the smallest I’d had yet, and for some reason, it turned me on more. I started sucking that thing like I had never sucked before. His moans grew louder, which hatay escort only got me more excited. His hands were on the back of my head. He wasn’t exactly fucking my mouth, but he was definitely helping himself if that makes sense. In one instant however, my excitement turned to fear and dread.

“Frank…what did I tell you about having boys over while I’m gone?”

“Don’t worry Cyn, I waited for you to start the good stuff”

“Oh, and MY lingerie too Frank?”

“What? You don’t ever wear that. Plus, I couldn’t tell him why he was really coming over.”

I pulled my mouth away from Frank’s very hard cock and just looked up at him. He was looking at Cynthia. I could feel her presence behind me.

“How was yoga?” He casually asked her.

“Hot and sweaty. Brian, be a good boy and help me get undressed would you?”

I again looked up at Frank who just smiled and nodded at me. I turned around to see Cynthia standing there. She had already kicked off her sneakers and socks. She was wearing very tight olive green yoga pants and a black tank top. Her long hair was up in a pony tail. She was a short, petite woman, but from my angle she may as well have been a giant. I inched myself over to her and she started to peel her leggings off. I reached up with both hands and helped her slide them down.

“Thanks sweetie. I always get so sweaty in class.”

The removal of her pants revealed her white thong. It wasn’t anything fancy, just basic white cotton. But the way it looked on her in that moment was insanely sexy. Frank got up and helped her with her top and her gray sports bra. I was left face to face with her panty covered pussy. My body was still shaking from her unexpected arrival.

“Come on” she said as she wiggled her hips at me, “all of it.”

I silently nodded as my hands reached for her tiny waiste line. I slowly and delicately removed her thong leaving her just as naked as her husband. Her pussy was absolutely perfect. No hair at all, just one of those you look at and admire.

“Good boy” she said as she patted my head. She made her way past me and onto their bed, resting against the headboard. She had her knees up and her legs spread. Frank gently grabbed me by the hair and led me to the foot of their bed.

“Bend over” he instructed.

I did as I was told, but couldn’t take my eyes off of Cynthia. She was watching us, playing with herself the entire time. It was so erotic to see her doing it. Knowing that in some small way, I was contributing to her sexual arousal. I felt Frank’s finger as he lubed me up.

“Spread em” he called out from behind me.

I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, never removing my glare from her tight pussy. I felt more lube and then his cock. He pressed into me and slid in with ease. His smaller size made it easier for the both of us. That definitely took my focus away from his wife. I closed my eyes as I moaned.

“That’s it honey. Show him who the man is around here.” Cynthia encouraged him.

The fact that she saw me as less than a man only turned me on more. Frank grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. It actually felt really ısparta escort good considering he was the smallest I had taken at that point. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

“You like that huh? You like my husband fucking your ass?”

“Uh huh” was all I could muster in between moans.

He picked up the pace a little and began slapping my ass. I never really had a spanking fetish, but it felt really good to me. My screams and moans started to match his rhythm as his gorgeous cock pounded my little ass. Cynthia’s pace picked up as well.

“Mmmm..fuck yeah baby. Show that little bitch who’s boss!” She said as she feverishly rubbed herself.

I watched her as much as I could. Something about it was just so hot. I watched as her playing intensified. Her moans got louder. Her eyes closed. And for the first time in a long time, I watched a woman other than my wife orgasm. The whole thing started to push me over the edge.

“Mmmm….oh….oh fuck” I squealed.

I was caught off guard again as Frank’s hand reached down below me and stared stroking my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed in pleasure as I shot my load all over. Some hit the edge of their bed, some hit the frame and some hit the floor. Frank’s hand went back to my hip as he started thrusting harder again.

“Mmm….fuck yeah Frankie. Show him what he’s good for”

Less than a minute later, Frank’s load was deposited into my sissy ass. He gently collapsed on top of me and lightly kissed my neck and back. It felt good. The feelings of guilt and shame that I usually had after, I noticed now were getting a little less intense. I was starting to become more satisfied and fulfilled after. Although I still had lingering doubts and guilt for sure.

Frank pulled out and went and sat next to Cynthia. I just laid there, absolutely spent. They lovingly kissed each other and ran their hands over each others bodies. That was the only moment I felt like a third wheel. I slowly arose, my cock now limp hanging down from the silky fabric of Cynthia’s lingerie.

“Uh oh! Someone made a mess.” She commented as she looked down at my cum. “Your gonna need to clean that up sweetie” she said. Much like Frank’s tone of voice, it was just very matter of fact. She wasn’t asking, she wasn’t telling, it was just more of a statement.

“Yeah, I grab a towel” I said.

“No no.” She exclaimed, “you need to use your tongue.” Again, it was just very matter of fact.

It was weird, but then again, this whole thing was. I dropped down and started licking my own cum of of their bed and floor. They both giggled as they playfully touched each other.

“The guys were definitely right.” Frank said as I lapped up the last of it.

The two of them told me they were going to take a nice hot bath and invited me to join. I respectfully declined as I knew I had to be getting home. Cynthia of course made me promise to join them next time and told me to keep the baby doll. She even made me wear it home under my clothes! I got back and found Melissa coming down the stairs.

“Wow! Just getting back? How did it go?”

“Oh, yeah, it was fine. Not a problem. We just got to talking is all. Frank and Cynthia are pretty nice people once you get to know them.” I told her.

She just smiled and kissed me. We chatted for a bit, she told me a little about her trip and I told her about work. I was still kind of horny from earlier, so I of course made some sexual innuendos. She chuckled and told me that after dinner, she had a very kinky surprise for me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2

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

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

“Get me ready for what?”

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

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

3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy’s mouth went slack as his wife continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I fetched my phone from the table to look at the time, and discovered I was up forty minutes before my alarm was supposed to ring. I tossed and turned the whole night feeling horny thinking about the game Malika made me play. The night long stroking had only made my sex drive higher. I climbed back to my bed and started googling sweaty and armpit photos of Emilia Clarke, Sophie Turner and every Game of Thrones female cast’s name I could remember and stroked myself violently to them. Just before I could cum into a paper towel I was interrupted by a loud conversation outside my door. I opened my window just enough to peek at the cause of the disturbance.

“Are you sure you want to miss your classes?” asked Neha didi to her sister standing at the door.

“Yes. For the hundredth time, I don’t feel good. Now go!” replied Natasha with frustration in her voice.

I continued stroking my dick looking at Neha didi’s magnificent body. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans that stuck tightly to her muscular body. My horny brain could only think about sucking her perfect sweat armpits before lifting her petite body in my arms and bang the hell out of her.

“Alright then. Take care.” Neha didi said, as she walked off flaunting her tempting ass, making me stroke faster.

After she disappeared down the steps I saw her sister tiptoeing towards the staircase. She was obviously making sure her sister was gone. She then hurried back towards their room and peeked down the railing of the open corridor. I started to doubt if she was really not feeling well. She then started walking towards my door. I quickly jumped back pulling my pants up. She knocked on my door. The quick turn of events had left me paralysed. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I answered the door after a short delay making sure everything beneath my waist was shielded by my half open door.

I saw her standing with her head hung down with shyness, as always. She was wearing tiny tennis shorts that didn’t conceal the stretch marks on her girthy thighs. Her legs were slightly tanned below her knee unlike the milky white upper half. She had a white tank top on that fit her tightly making her herculean tits spill out from the sides. A red bra, visible through the translucent top, supported her massive busts making ample cleavage visible. Stretch marks were also present between her boobs. Her bra straps couldn’t hide under the thin straps of her tank top. Her bare chest revealed freckles that faded away near her shoulders. She had a slightly chubby body with an extremely pretty face. Her face had minor stretches of acne and a prominent zit was on her forehead. Her cheeks were freckled like her chest. She had innocent looking eyes behind her black square-framed glasses. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail with locks of hair falling at the sides of her face.

“Hi. I am Natasha.” she said with a sweet, innocent voice.

“Yes, I believe we have met before.” I said with an awkward smile, recollecting our first encounter.

“I was just wondering when you leave for your classes.” she said with urgency in her voice.

Something felt fishy. The most introverted girl I ever met was asking me when I would leave for college only on our second meeting, not to mention her double checking if her sister was gone. Fuck college, I told myself. I wanted to find out what she was upto.

“I will be leaving soon.” I lied. I now had plans to stayback and find out why she lied to her sister and wanted me to leave.

“Okay cool!” she said before hurrying back to her room abruptly.

I waited at the window to see what was going on. Only fifteen minutes later I heard her door bolt open. I quickly hid myself peeking through a narrow gap in my window. I saw her head peek out and scan the corridor. She then stepped out texting someone on her phone. A couple minutes later I saw a bald man walk into the corridor dressed as a courier guy. Natasha pulled out a rolled up bundle of cash from under her pants and waited near her door shaking her leg impatiently. The bald man approached her when I could see him better. He had his left eyebrow pierced and had a tattoo on his neck. He looked too shady to be a courier guy. He stood before Natasha looking at her top to bottom with his eyes finally stopping at her chest.

“You should really slow down on this stuff girl.” he said with a grin on his face.

Natasha kicked the man hard on his balls. “Mind your own business.” she said, handing over the thick bundle of cash, “..which you are doing really badly. If you are late one more time, I will feed you your balls.” she added.

I was shocked. I never expected a sweet, innocent and nerdy girl to be secretly so badass.

The bald man laughed and pulled out a brown paper bag from his delivery bag. Natasha snatched it and shut the door in his face immediately üsküdar escort after. I didn’t know much about drug dealers but this man definitely felt like one. I waited for him to leave and stepped out of my door stealthily. I walked to her room and continued spying on the secretly badass girl. I could see that the window was closed but now bolted. I very carefully pushed it open very little to peek inside.

I saw Natasha standing and taking out the contents of the brown bag onto her table with little patience. From what I could figure, there were around three tiny cylindrical glass bottles with blue labels on them. There was also a plastic bag filled with what looked like a translucent jelly. I saw her lay it all on her table and drag a chair in front of her cupboard. She climbed the chair and opened the dirty top chamber that had cobwebs on it. She put her hands inside and struggled to pull out a red bag. She got down and unzipped the bag hurriedly pouring out all of its contents on the table as well. I saw two suction cups with pipes attached to them that ended in a transparent bottle that had a pump attached to it. There was also a metal box which she opened to take out a syringe from. My drug dealer hypothesis had enough evidence supporting it now. She dampened a piece of cotton with what looked like clinical spirit, disinfecting her arm which had a black strap tied to create pressure followed by the new injection needle. She punctured the metallic seal on the tiny bottle with the needle and pulled the plunger back filling the syringe with all the transparent fluid. She tapped it making sure no air bubbles were present. She then tapped her arm to expose her veins and injected it carefully in her arm. She pushed down the plunger emptying the drug into her veins.

The drug showed its effect in seconds. Natasha dropped down on the chair with her head hanging back and her eyes fluttering. While still in her ‘high’ she pulled the plastic bag with the jelly in it and opened it, her eyes barely being able to remain open. She picked up a tiny charred, metallic spatula and took out a bit of the translucent jelly. She then started warming it under a lighter from the same box she had the needles in. The jelly started to boil in seconds. Natasha stood up and walked to her bed barely maintaining balance. She pulled down her tiny shorts and her panties exposing her hairy pussy spreading her legs wide open. Her pussy mound was covered with dense curly pubic hair. Her clits were red and swollen. I was awed. She proceeded by pouring the melted jelly which now turned into a gooey slime onto her palm. She then started rubbing her clits with it. Strings of the goop formed between her hand and pussy. I had never imagined a mode of consuming drugs in this manner. The mysterious jelly was instantaneous in its effect. Natahsa started moaning and shaking as she rubbed her clits with the drug. As she rubbed faster and faster her moan transitioned more into a scream of pain which she seemed to enjoy the same. Her free hand suddenly grabbed her huge boobs as if someone had whipped them. Her scream grew more wild and wet patches started to emerge on her white tan top. She quickly pulled down her bra and tank top as her ginormous tits fell out. I was stunned to see milk leaking out from her pink, swollen nipples. Her areola was pink and prominently dotted. Blue veins ran all over her tits that were the size of a melon.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK.” she screamed, squeezing her tits as milk spurted out from them.

I was extremely turned on looking at her tits hanging out of her wet tank top and her hairy pussy being rubbed violently. To have a better view I tried to push open the window a bit more. To my utter misfortune, the window creaked and quickly got her attention. She jumped out of her bed in terror and looked staright at me. Her right hand covered her pussy and her left hand could barely cover the nipple of one tit. Her nipples were still leaking milk uncontrollably. I saw droplets of milk on her glasses and panic on her face. I instinctively rushed back to my room and bolted my door shut.

What did I just see? What will she do to me? Will I go to jail? How was she lactating? A thousand questions flooded my brain.

As I was going to reach out for the window to peek outside again I heard knocking at my door. I slowly walked to the door and waited. The knocking got more and more desperate. I opened the door to see Natasha standing in her tank top soaked in her own milk and with red, teary eyes. She pushed open the door fully getting inside and bolted it shut quickly.

“Please don’t tell this to anyone.” she pleaded, falling on her knees.

I saw that her bra was around her stomach and her nipples poked through the wet tank top.

“I don’t know what you are gaziemir escort talking about.” I said, trying to cover myself up.

“Please, I am begging you. I will do anything you want but don’t tell anyone.” she continued pleading, down on her knees.

My senses came back to me and I realised it was her who was at fault and not me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked with authority.

“I just- It was my friend who- I don’t-” she broke down and started crying.

Not knowing what to do I knelt down and hugged her. “Hey, hey it’s alright.” I said to comfort her.

She cried for a full minute on my shoulder as I hugged her. I could feel her back damp with sweat. Her body gave out a strong odour of sweat and female lotion. I felt the wetness of her leaking tits on my stomach.

“Now if you don’t want me telling this to your sister, you have to tell me what’s going on.” I said lifting her up, holding her by her arms. “Who was that man and what drugs are you consuming?” I asked her, handing her a glass of water.

She sipped the water slowly only to allow herself time to think. She was not getting away. I had caught her red handed. Knowing she can’t cover it up she started speaking.

“He was my drug dealer and this is a libido inducing narcotic.” she said, pulling out the plastic bag from under her pants.

“And what was the one you injected?” I asked.

She covered her face with her hand realising I had seen it all.

“It’s also a libido inducing drug. It creates the high by giving you orgasms.” she revealed, not very proudly.

“And what the fuck is that?” I said pointing at her wet, lactating tits knowing that she was now under my control.

“The drug has side effects.” she said with embarrassment, “The one I injected is responsible for the milk and well.. Enlargement.” she said, grabbing both her heavy tits.

Controlling my non-drug induced libido I told her ” I don’t know. This is some serious shit and I have to tell your sister about this.”

Her eyes started to water again and she hugged me pleading. “Please, I am in a rehab program. I am making progress. Don’t tell her, please. She will kill me.”

“How do I know if you are not lying.” I said, distancing her slowly away from my body.

“I can show you the program and my progress badges.” she said, hand in hand, still pleading, “I am having bad withdrawals and I just need light doses to temper them down.”

Any junkie would say the same things to convince someone but for some reason I believed what she was saying.

“How did you start and where do you get all the money from?” I asked her more.

“My friends introduced the dealer to me. I wanted to do something daring to impress them all so I bought this. I got addicted.” she said adjusting her bra straps.

“And the money?” I repeated the second part of my question.

“My dad is a stock broker. Money has never been a problem.” she said with a voice which was transitioning from fear to calmness.

“You have to promise me you will do whatever it takes to stop this or I am gonna tell your sister.” I told her looking into her eyes.

“I promise. Daddy” she said with a happy glow restoring to her face red from masturbation and crying.

“Hey just because I am asking you to do the right thing doesn’t make me a daddy.” I said.

“Sure.” she said giggling, “Daddy.”

“What about the.. Side effects?” I said, trying hard not to look at her tits.

She smiled looking at me with sin stirring in her eyes. She tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ear and said “I don’t think you want them to be gone.”

She pulled down my pants and my erect dick popped out.

“Oh daddy! You seem to be furious.” she said, holding my dick in her hand. “Are you gonna punish your little girl now?”

She got down on her knees maintaining eye contact. She then started to slowly put my erection into her mouth until I could start feeling her throat. Her eyes turned red and watery again. She slowly started to suck on it, gagging because of the length she rammed into her throat. She gargled a mouth full of saliva while giving me the sloppiest blowjob I could imagine. Her bloodshot eyes started to tear up more. Mucus started to come out of her nose and saliva dripped all over her boobs. Her hair was a mess, she was a mess. She was getting hornier from the intense blowjob and the drugs in her system. She took my dick out of her mouth as a thick stream of white phlegm-saliva mixture poured out onto her body.

“Daddy you know my secrets now. Aren’t you gonna use them to take advantage of me?” she said, raising up. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Daddy!”

She pulled out her tits from her tank top and used all the residual spit to massage it on them.

“Look sancaktepe escort Daddy. Huge stinking, lactating tits. They reek of my spit and sweat.” she said, squeezing the two glossy tits together as milk streamed out of her swollen nipples. ” I know you like them dirty.”

I could endure no more. I pushed her onto the bed and started gorging on her tits. They were huge and mushy. Just as she described it reeked of her sweat and saliva mixed. I bit her fleshy udders mercilessly which sent her into total ecstasy. I started sucking her nipples. A thick stream of viscous fluid started gushing out. It was sweet and creamy. As I started sucking harder her milk got more and more viscous. It was like the solid constituents were stuck and needed force to be sucked out. As the milk got thicker it became more and more difficult to suck out.

“Harder daddy! These are the tits of a drugged slut. You need to suck harder!” she screamed.

My cheeks started hurting but I continued sucking harder. The flow slowed down as if something was stuck in her milk ducts. I kept sucking harder. Suddenly, milk started gushing out again after something slurped into my mouth. It felt like a gelatinous curd of her own milk. She gave out a loud moan as the obstruction cleared and her milk flowed freely still. She then held my head and raised it, stopping me from sucking. I looked into her eyes.

“Fuck me.” she said, looking back at my eyes.

I quickly jumped out of the bed to pull out a pack of condoms from my drawer which I had bought out of curiosity. As I was opening to pull out one I felt her hand stopping me. I looked at her confused. She snatched the pack and threw it and started pulling her pants down.

“There are more side effects than just my cow udders.” she said as her pants slipped down exposing her pussy. “I don’t ovulate every month. Just when I am off these. You can fuck me all you want I won’t get pregnant. I am a cum dumpster. I am just a fuck hole for the mankind.” she added as she spread her legs in invitation. “Fuck my virgin holes. Fill them as you like.”

I wasn’t thinking anymore. I slammed her back on the bed and put myself deep into her already wet pussy. Her eyes rolled up towards each other. She bit her lips and was in absolute ecstasy as I started fucking her slowly. She started moaning with her shrill innocent voice. The drug on her pussy started showing its effect on my dick. I started ramming her without control. She didn’t object to any of the harshness. She rather enjoyed it. I gripped her neck with one hand and started choking her. She moaned louder. Just when I thought that I had seen enough crazy side-effects in her body I was proved wrong. The deep thrusting brought her to her first orgasm. She started to cum and squirt. I had never fucked a girl before but I was sure that usual girl-cum was nothing like what this drugged slut squirrted. It was thick, viscous and white like condensed milk. The spurting pussy cream had coated my dick in a thick film as I pulled myself out. More and more of the cum oozed out of her like her vagina was a can full of her bodily ‘condensed milk’.

“Eat it. I know you want to.” she said with dominance in her voice. “Eat it or I will tell everyone that you raped me.” she said as her voice turned evil and more dominating.

Even if she didn’t threaten me I was up and ready to slurp all of it. As I leaned forward to reach the big white puddle she grabbed me by my hair and made me lean enough to have the tip of my nose touch the puddle.

“Aw my baby. Did you not enjoy drinking mommy’s milk from her drugged tits? I know you did. I know you enjoyed those bits of curd from mommy’s milk, didn’t you, my baby boy?” she said switching positions of the whole roleplay she initiated. “Now lick mommy’s cum, you might find some of it curdled too.”

I started to do as I was instructed. I started licking into the puddle of thick pussy cream. It was so viscous I felt like licking adhesive out of a bottle. It was sour and tasted strongly like her vagina. The thickness of it was almost making me choke but I didn’t stop. I could feel bits of her cum turned into jelly which I could chew. The drug she was having had some real good side effects!

“Good boy. Now let mommy make you cum too.” she said, sitting up and pushing me back to make room for her kneeling stance. She did not care to prevent her cum from messing up her clothes and hair while she got down. She rather grabbed a handful of it and smeared it all across her chest coating her boobs with a white, shiny film. She grabbed another handful and lubed my cock with it and stroked it continuing with her dirty talk.

“The first time we met, you came so much just looking at my sweaty pits. I wonder how much you are gonna bust now.”

She put my cock in her mouth tasting her own cum and started blowing me hard again. This time I couldn’t endure anymore. Soon, I deposited a massive load of cum into her throat. She swallowed it and gave out a sigh as if a long thirst for cum was quenched.

“We are going to have a lot more adventures than this, if you keep me as your little secret.” she said as she got up and left with a cum covered body.

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*Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.*

**Erik’s point of view**

As darkness settled over the city, Erik carefully opened his laptop, the screen illuminating his otherwise dimly lit room. Nervously, he searched through files and folders until he found the discreetly kept icon which was the recorded feed from the cameras he had secretly installed in his mother’s room.

Unlike most boys his age, he preferred reading comics instead of playing video games. Yet now he was even more different than the boys and young men his age; he was about to cross the threshold and enter into a territory few would even dream of – spying on their own mom. No matter how justified Erik felt in doing this; telling himself he was doing this to protect his mom from the criminal, Jax that she had invited into her life, he knew deep down that what he was doing was no only unethical but immoral as well.

It had been a week since he had installed the cameras in Eva’s room and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to actually look at the footage he had captured. Though as he sat here in front of his computer Erik knew he was about to cross that line. He saw a bunch of video files once he opened the folder; the cameras were motion activated so anytime there was movement inside the room they had captured footage.

The footage started from the very same day when he had installed the cameras. He recalled that day perfectly. Erik had pretended to go out to some party while going to the room instead; waiting for Jax and Eva to get home from the club. He had known Jax would not miss the opportunity to pounce on Eva if Erik wasn’t around; Eva’s own resistance would be lower if he wasn’t around.

As Erik clicked on the file, Eva’s bedroom came into view as the door to her room opened. Jax and Eva entered the room already in the throes of passion; kissing feverishly as if two horny teenagers. Erik quickly raised the volume a bit to hear what was happening.

Eva pulled away just slightly to catch her breath before saying “Erik isn’t home …. He said he has some party to attend” to which Jax merely replied by saying “good he needs to get out of the house more anyway …. You are way too easy with şişli escort him Eva” and that was it as they started to kiss passionately once again; Jax slamming the door shut with his foot with loud thud.

Jax was about six feet and while Eva was considered tall she was still a head shorter than him so that she had to go up onto her toes to reach his lips. Jax had his back to the bedroom door while Eva’s back was facing the camera Erik had planted in the curtain rod just above her window. Erik couldn’t see her face from this angle yet only could imagine it considering the loud smacking and slobbering sounds of her lips meeting Jax’s.

Suddenly a loud smack came from the video making even Erik jump only for him to realize Jax had landed both his palms squarely on Eva’s ass-cheeks making her squeal loudly and protesting weakly. If Erik was in the apartment this wouldn’t have gone well for Jax but they both knew Erik wasn’t around so Jax was taking full advantage of the situation.

Eva managed to separate herself only for a moment to complain “Jax! That hurt you jerk! Just cause Erik isn’t around …. You can’t treat me like this.”

Eva was scolding Jax yet he seemed unfazed as he said “you know …. Since he isn’t around today …. Maybe we can fool around in the living room on the couch?”

Jax didn’t wait for Eva to respond in any way as he pulled her back into kissing while slowly guiding her body back out into the hallway after opening the door. The door closed once again behind them with a thud leaving the camera footage empty except the bedroom in view. The footage was about to cut due to no movement in the room when Erik heard a loud and pained moan; probably from the living room. Then the screen went blank and the video ended.

Erik slammed his fist into the desk in frustration as he didn’t get to see much in the video itself but what he had seen sent daggers stabbing into his heart; especially his mothers pained moan at the end. Erik clicked on other videos as well which were either Eva coming into her room alone and going into the bathroom to change clothes after work or before bed.

Erik recalled Eva had kept Jax away from the apartment as much as possible for a week after having been embarrassed tuzla escort in the morning. Erik went through a couple more video files before losing interest as there was nothing out of the ordinary in any of them that would interest him. He told himself he was looking for Jax acting suspicious and using it to get him out of their lives but deep down Erik couldn’t get the idea of watching his mom naked.

Unfortunately for him it didn’t happen in any of the videos he had checked so far. Closing down the laptop Erik sighed and stepped out into the living room wondering if he should just give up and take the cameras off.

Just then his phone chirped and he checked to see there was a text from Cindy “Hey sweetie ….. just checking in. Have you made any progress with our little project?”

Erik sighed heavily knowing what Cindy meant by “our little project”. She was trying to check if he had managed to make any progress with helping her with the cameras for some sting operation she wanted to run. He had agreed to help her in exchange of her helping him dig up dirt on Jax.

So he texted her back “Yeah I think I have …. Maybe we can meet up at the park and I can give them back to you?”

Her reply came instantly “Ohh that’s lovely! Yeah I’ll text you when I’m free to meet you at the park”

Now that he had experimented with all the cameras she had given in that box he thought it best to let her have them back. Only thing left was to take the cameras in Eva’s room off and go to the park when Cindy texted her availability. Erik wondered if he should get those cameras off right away or wait a couple of days. Feeling slightly emotionally drained he let it rest for now and decided to watch some TV.

In a few hours the sun went down over the city horizon and it was pretty much the time for Eva to come back home. Erik had fallen asleep on the couch while watching some old time western cowboy movie. He jerked awake with a start as he heard the front door slam.

He checked his phone and there was a text from Eva “Hey baby …. Are you home? I’ll be home in sometime …. Jax is with me” but having failed to answer as he was asleep Eva must have assumed he wasn’t at home.

Erik heard sounds of Jax’s rough, pendik escort deep voice followed by Eva’s slightly serious voice at something Jax must have said. They both didn’t bother checking the apartment as they went straight into Eva’s room. Erik’s heartbeat went straight up as he thanked his laziness for not taking off the cameras earlier.

As he heard the distinct sound of her bedroom door closing shut; Erik jumped over the couch smoothly and rushed to his own room. Quietly managing to sneak into his room and locking it behind him he opened his laptop once again. This time Erik went to the icon of live footage and clicked on it to get a split screen view from both the cameras in Eva’s room. He watched Jax and Eva kissing just as passionately as he had seen in the recorded video from before. Erik’s heartbeat was thumping inside his chest; was he finally about to witness something he was after for so long?

Eva and Jax stopped kissing for a few moments as Eva picked up a package that had dropped at the foot of the bed as they had started making out. Erik strained his eyes but couldn’t make out what that package was exactly. But it piqued his curiosity when Eva crouched down and opened a hidden space beneath her floorboard.

Erik had no idea that space was there and wondered what this was all about. It also stung a bit. This space under the floorboard clearly was significant to Eva. Yet she had felt comfortable showing Jax and not Erik that it was there. She shoved the package into the space before closing it back up.

Erik watched closely and noticed how Jax was watching her close the lid back up. Erik was sure now something was about to happen between them; he could feel them getting closer to each other but just then the blaring sound of Jax’s phone came even through the wall separating Eva’s bedroom and Erik’s.

Jax talked in a cryptic way but Erik could tell he had to leave immediately as some official was coming down to the club for something important. In a few minutes Jax had left the apartment leaving Eva alone in her bedroom and her thinking she was alone in the apartment. Erik didn’t want to get caught by Eva for not responding to her text deliberately and hiding in his room.

It would certainly look bad if that happened. Erik shut his laptop down once more and went to bed hoping Eva wouldn’t try to check up on him. Unfortunately for Erik that he had shut the laptop feed down a bit too early thinking there wasn’t much to see after Jax had left. If he hadn’t he would have seen his favorite retired super-heroine “The Shadow” in her newly altered costume.

TBC…

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