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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My hands were shaking as I took the elevator up to the fourth floor of the Capitol building. This guy was going to a piece of my mind. He was intimidating as all fuck but I didn’t care. I was done. I’d worked so hard to get that meeting for those kids. It was after hours but I knew he was still there. Frank in security had helped me with that one. It should just be him and a secretary. I was fairly certain I was going to walk in on them fucking. Wouldn’t that be perfect!

Much to my surprise I actually crossed paths with his secretary on my way down the hall. She was buried in her phone and didn’t notice me. Good. I was probably about to do something that would get me fired. It was just a legislative internship. I didn’t really care. Push comes to shove it would make for an interesting story.

He was behind his desk and didn’t bother looking up when I came in. “You ditched your meeting with those kids like a fucking coward!” Now he looked up. And the bastard fucking smiled at me.

“Do you know how hard it is to get young people interested in politics? Let alone involved?! I had to explain to them why it’s just part of it for you to pawn them off onto an administrative intern. It was twenty minutes out of your day. How dare you?!”

“It’s Angel, yes? From the public interest group?”

“Angela, you asshole. And yes, not that it fucking matters.” We were on opposite ends of the political spectrum, but we’d always been able to remain civil towards each other before.”

“Well Angel, I suggest you watch what your tone.”

“My fucking tone?! That’s what’s bothering you?”

He stood up and came around his executive desk. He had an expensive leather couch with matching chairs. He was one of the senior senators and had one of only a few of the ardahan escort much larger offices in the original Capitol building. This wing of the building, this time of night, we were likely the only ones here. I began second guessing my bravery as his 6’4″ stature began walking slowly up to me.

He was right in front of me now. Close enough I could smell whatever cologne his second wife had bought him. Wood Slut is what came to mind as I inhaled several different notes of pine, birch, oak, etc. “That tone doesn’t suit you. And it doesn’t suit me. Again. I suggest you watch it.”

I was enraged. What an entitled dick. “Why the fuck–” His mouth was on mine, and he was pulling me into him. His arms around me felt…I pushed him away as I yelled at him. “What are you doing?” He smiled at me as I recovered from the surprise of it all. I went to leave. I couldn’t believe this! I just…I opened the door and looked back at him. What the fuck was I doing?!

I shut the door and turned around to face him. He was still standing there, between his pretentious oversized desk and his lavish leather furniture. There was a fireplace with a sword of justice recessed into the metal frame on the side. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was feeling ballsy and let’s be honest, he had much farther to fall.

I walked back up to him. He kissed me and I pushed him away again. He looked at me confused as I gave him a blank expression. He came back up to me and I let him kiss me longer before pushing him away again. “Look, if you don’t want this…”

“Take it.” The expressions that flashed through his face made me wet as I waited for realization to dawn on him.

He straightened up, took off his jacket, adıyaman escort undid his cuff links, and rolled up his sleeves. “Safe word.” He wasn’t asking. This was matter of course.

I thought for a moment. Looking over at his fireplace I smiled. “Justice.” He smirked as he took off his glasses and put them in a drawer.

He came over to me, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and forced another kiss. He pulled back slightly from the kiss and whispered into my mouth, “run.” I didn’t even think about it. I leapt out of his reach the second he let my hair go. It didn’t matter. He was right there, on top of me, before I even got to the door.

He slammed me into the door and held my hands above my head. I could easily get away. He wasn’t playing seriously. He tried to grope my chest and I slipped out of his grasp and backed away from him. He was biting his tongue and I couldn’t tell if he was angry at me or himself. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to pull that move again. I sidestepped out of his reach as he came for me again. I smiled at him and a second later he charged.

I was pinned on the floor in front of that fireplace. Of all the places, the comfortable couch, the oversized desk, but here we were on the cold granite in front of a dying fire. He’d pushed me down and came down right behind. From behind his hands nimbly ripped open my shirt, buttons flying, and he pulled down the sleeves, grabbing at the bra straps. He tore at my bra and pushed my bare breasts against the rough stone.

He hiked up my skirt to find I didn’t have any panties on. “Naughty Angel,” he mused to himself as he held me down. I heard his pants unzip, and I began to struggle. I could sense his hesitation and karabük escort it pissed me off. I started to really struggle, and he finally got it.

He parted my legs and positioned himself behind me. He pulled my hips up to him as the rest of me struggled to free myself. Despite myself, I moaned deeply as he pushed his cock into my dripping wet pussy. This seemed to give him some necessary courage as he started to really fuck me in the primal way I’d been hungry for. My boyfriend wasn’t comfortable with this kind of play, and I was okay with that. But I needed to get it from somewhere. Thoughts of my boyfriend left me as I began to cum and his movements became frantic.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me to him. His guttural noises enveloped me. “I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. I knew he wanted to ask if he could cum in me. But by now he knew better. He grabbed my hair and pulled out of me, jerking my face towards him. He pushed his cock, covered in my juices, into my mouth as he began to face fuck me. He pushed his cock as deep into my mouth as he could and groaned loudly, emptying his load down my throat.

He staggered backwards for a second as I swallowed what he gave me. His breathing was ragged, and the noises made my heart happy. He offered me a hand up and I coyly took it. He wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Instead, he showed me his private bathroom and found me a clean undershirt of his that would work. Out of place as hell, but this time of night it would work.

I didn’t say anything either besides a polite, if not timid, “thank you,” as he handed me the shirt. We kept smiling at one another like idiotic teenagers after their first time. It was my first time with someone that much older, and in any real position of power. I still didn’t know what had come over me. I motioned to the door and began to leave. He smirked and gave me a nod.

As I began to open the door he called to me, “for the record, Angel, I only missed that meeting because your fucking governor called me into a last-minute shitshow meeting with him.”

I guess the governor was next on my list…

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

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

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

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

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

“Ana Selena made four hundred,” Teah said.

“Rena made two fifty,” Hannah said.

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

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

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

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

“Nobody’s trying to take your spot.”

Teah wiped her mouth and got up with her purse.

“Gotta use the ladies room.”

“You gotta dookie?” Hannah asked.

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

“Got your phone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that yours?” Hannah asked.

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

Hannah took Teah’s cellphone and looked at it.

“It looks like the state of California.”

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

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

“Pain is part of the game, Hannah.”

Hannah rubbed her tummy when the urge struck.

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

“I feel my dookie coming,” Hannah said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it, Hannah.”

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

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

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

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

Hannah’s poop was like rabbit droppings.

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

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

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

“I need an enema.”

Teah snatched the remote away from Hannah.

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

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

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

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

“Crouch down,” Teah told Hannah.

Hannah squatted down with her knees to her chest.

“Damn it, it’s hard!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready,” Hannah told Teah.

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

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

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

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

Both women were in doo-doo distress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You gonna eat it?” Hannah asked.

Teah sat down and flexed her anus a bit.

“There’s blood in my stool.”

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

“Check yours,” Teah said.

Hannah looked at her stool and found traces of red.

“There’s blood in my stool too.”

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

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

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

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

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

Hannah covered up her turd too.

“I don’t like this kinda shit, mom.”

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

“What about our sales?” Hannah asked.

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

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

“No,” Teah said. “We’re going vegan.”

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“You know what I want?”

It was a question, not a statement.

She was silent. She’d been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn’t want.

He spoke again, softly into her ear, “You know what I want?”

She was silent still.

She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hands resting on her own thighs. He was holding her by her breasts, balancing her on his chest and abdomen. And he had his erection inside her vagina from behind.

Moving gently and slowly, he explored into her body with his erection and he could tell that she was apprehensive by the tension in her ribs and her upper arms as they crossed over his hands. Her biceps were quivering slightly with nervousness.

He asked her a third time, “You know what I want?” But still she said nothing.

He thought to himself, “Time to get some response.”

He reached down from her breasts to a knot about her waist and undid it quickly. The knot was in the corset lace and the corset was on the girl. He took the laces out to either side of her body, took a loop round each hand and slowly began to push his hands apart. The lace began to tighten, and then it began to run through the eyelets at the back of the corset, next to him. He could feel the two rows of eyelets moving together ever-so slowly. Almost imperceptibly. But not really imperceptibly because she felt it.

She murmured for the first time since he’d got her installed on his penis and lying on top of him. She didn’t speak but he could tell she noticed the tightening of the corset.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she groaned softly as her waist shrank an inch or so; and then he tied off the lace again, round at the front of her torso.

++++++++++

Earlier that day, he’d made all the preparations for this evening. For himself, he’d laid out the items he needed for his own pleasure. Then he administered himself an enema; lying on the floor of his bathroom, on the special soft matting he had with the waterproof backing. It was only a small enema by his standards; two quarts, four pints, half a gallon. But it had done its job and he was cleansed.

After a shower, he dried himself carefully and went to the bedside, to take up the long-leg, high-waist panty girdle. It was one he’d kept for some years awaiting this day, and was no longer available in stores or on the Net. It was a white Custom Maid Style 299. It had long legs almost to his knees; a very firm set of panels, long bones at the front and back, a hook-and-zip fastener, and came up almost to his nipples. It took him some time to get into it because it was a waist-size 28 inches and he was 34, but the hips were right on him. “That’s what comes of wearing a woman’s girdle,” he said to himself. When he was installed in it, he surveyed himself in the long mirror. Then he reached down and pulled through the “comfort crotch” his starting erection. Of course, this crotch opening was designed to allow women to pee without taking off the girdle but it served his purpose equally well. “How thoughtful of them,” he mused to himself again, and smiled.

She had arrived in the early afternoon. They had known each other for five years, and they both had pleasure from the other. Each time they met in their first few months, he had made a suggestion to her for his pleasure and she’s said, “No, please. I don’t want that.” So he’d stopped asking and started planning.

Today, as usual, he helped her undress and also given her a small enema. This had been part of their routine over the years, and she thought nothing of it any more. Then she showered and he helped her dry with big fluffy towels

But corsetry was new to her and today she’d been intrigued by the garment he wore and also by the one he presented to her. She felt down over his girdled body, and marvelled at the tension and the construction of the garment. Before fitting her corset onto her, he’s asked her to wear a blindfold and she’d agreed. So she couldn’t see the extreme narrowness of the waist nor the yards and yards of lacing which would need to be pulled through the eyelets to make the corset close.

And so they cuddled and she enjoyed his hands on her and the way he massaged her breasts, and played gently with her labia and clitoris. Slowly, with no apparent haste or tension, they arrived at this position; with her lying on him backwards and him deep inside her. She could feel the strength of his erection, and also the taut fabric of his girdle against the back of her thighs and legs. And the tightening waist of her own corset, of course.

++++++++++

Now, he resumed his hold on her breasts and moved his erection in and out of her a few times. He didn’t want to climax yet; not for a long time, but he wanted to remain stiff and “useful” inside her. He could feel the pressure of his own girdle on his skin, pressing on his diaphragm, and squeezing his own legs; and the tekirdağ escort circle of tense Lycra around his erection.

“You know what I want?” The same question and the same silence.

He massaged her nice breasts and squeezed them, which he knew she liked. She murmured her pleasure this time.

“Aaah,” quite a different sound. Definitely not a groan this time and her arms relaxed onto his hands and her own thighs,

“You know what I want?”

More silence and a return of the tension in her arms.

Reaching down to her waist, he undid the corset lace again, took the loops round each hand and started to tighten the corset. He knew all about this corset. It was made to measure and fitted her ribs perfectly and without pressure. Also, it fitted her hips with only a little pressure; say one inch less that her 38 inches. But the waist was a work of genius. By a clever arrangement of gores and positioning of the eyelets, he could reduce her waist to very small proportions indeed. He had asked the corsetiere to make the waist 16 inches; so that the closed measurements would create a woman’s figure of 36-16-38 inches. But his woman didn’t know that.

So he tightened the laces a little, for the second time and she made the “Oh-oh-oh” sound again. From the feel of her corseted body against his chest, he judged that her waist would be about 24 inches now.

He thought to himself, “A long way to go, lady. You’ll answer me soon.” As he thought it, he marvelled again at the tension and the smoothness of his own girdle; and the way it allowed him to mover her around without her skin sticking to his.

This time, he moved his hands to her waist and held her between his fingers and thumbs. As he moved into and out of her more times, he squeezed her waist a little and felt that there was a lot of flexibility. Squeezing as hard as he could, he felt the fabric of the corset bunch a little under hands, and knew that his next tightening could be more than the gently nudge of an inch or so.

He moved his hands up and down her body; holding and massaging her breasts and smoothing down to her pubic area, pressing on her mound and into her labia, and then round her sides to hold her hips and press on her buttocks a little. He pressed her buttocks together and then pulled them apart; and repeated this few times. She tensed as he did it and he knew what was in her mind.

“Time to persuade her more to her liking,” he thought, and moved his hands from her breasts to her mound.

Smoothly pressing his fingers into the crease either side of her clitoris, he set up a rhythm with his penis inside her and his right hand on her clit. Pressing gently with three fingers and moving them from side to side, he knew the rhythm she liked. Three motions on his fingers to every one of his penis.

He felt her relax on him as her pleasure started to rise. He could feel the mew moisture under his fingers and on his erection. She was building towards an orgasm. “And then, she’ll be more amenable,” he thought.

Sure enough, she became tense, arched her back as his rhythm continued. He was careful and restrained in his movement and his pressure. After a few minutes, her breathing became deeper and her legs started to tremble; until with a great gulp of air, she came to a massive orgasm.

“Ah. Ah. Oh. Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

He held her and stopped his stimulation because he knew from the past that she liked to settle quietly and with only her own hands on her body. She settled onto him and she could feel the girdle fabric next to her skin. And he became even more aware of the girdle as she settled with her warmed skin next to him.

She held her own breasts, and then her abdomen, and let her hands come to rest crossed on her mound; as if protecting herself. Her back stopped arching, legs stopped trembling, and breathing became normal. He let her become totally relaxed again and held her breasts. All was quiet.

“You know what I want?” came the question again, and he thrust his erection into her a little further as if to emphasis the urgency of her answer.

She made no reply and he moved his hands to her waist again, undid the laces and tightened the corset by more than last time. There was a response.

“Ugh. That’s tight,” she said

“It isn’t tight,” he corrected her as he tied off the laces into a bow at the front of the corset.

He re-commenced holding her breasts, feeling at her flat abdomen, and squeezing her waist; and all the time moving in and out of her delightful vagina.

And so it went on with the same question and non-response for five more times. And each time, the corset was tightened a little more. After these five intervals, she was beginning to pant for breath and at each tightening made her little murmuring sounds. He knew that her waist was now under 20 inches and he spent most of his time holding tokat escort her waist, while pumping his erection in an out of her vagina. Almost, he could reach round her waist with his fingers and thumbs; but not quite.

She had tried a few times to place her own hands on her waist to feel its smallness and to gain some comfort but he’d pushed her hands away each time. Now, her arms were outstretched either side of them both and resting on the bed.

“You know what I want?”

Silence and the movement of his hands to the knot; but this time was different. As he made a huge effort to shut down the corset onto her body, she spoke.

“No – more. Please. I – can’t — take — any – more. No-o-o-o-o. Pleeease,” she was gasping out the words.

“You know what I want?”

“Yes – I — know,” she said at last.

“What is it I want?” he asked his second question.

Silence and the undoing of the knot, and the final reduction of her waist; to the smallest he could manage from his recumbent position. But it was enough this time.

“No — more. No — more,” she gasped and tried again to hold her own waist, which he prevented until he had retied the knot.

Then she put her hands on her own waist and felt the hardness of the corset over her tiny rigid torso. She felt the bones and wrapped her fingers around her waist to any extent she would never have believed possible until then.

“Oh — my — god — what – have — you — done — to — me?” her voice was rising and she was on the point of a scream; a hysterical scream; as she felt the minute attenuation of her waist.

“What is it I want?” he insisted.

“You — want — me — in — my — bottom,” she said after five years of the knowledge but never having spoken it before.

“Yes. Be still. Tonight I shall take what I want,” he spoke softly into her ear close to his shoulder; not threatening, but the words rang in her head and she knew that resistance would be futile.

“I’m – bursting. You’ll – break — me. Please — let — me — out,” she pleaded through her rigidity.

“Soon. As soon as I have what I want. Then you can be free again,” he whispered.

He took hold of her waist and lifted her a little off his erection. Then he moved his hands so that he was holding her buttocks as they rested on his thighs, on top of his long girdle legs. Holding her buttocks open slightly, he positioned his erection at her anal opening.

She was well oiled, inside and out, and he pressed his stiff penis into the opening. Her body yielded again and he pressed a little more.

Now he took firm hold on her waist and used that to press her down onto his erection in her pulsing rectum.

“Oh – oh,” she groaned, “Oh – no, oh — my — Godddddd.”

Her eyes were closed and her head arched back against his shoulder. This wasn’t the first time she’d had anal experience. She’d worn butt-plugs for her own stimulation. But she’d had bad experience of anal sex many years before and avoided it ever since. And tonight, this man had immobilised her in a corset-prison and had her at his mercy. He was ploughing into her intestines. She had no pain or even discomfort but she had the knowledge of where he was and what he would be feeling, and how high he would reach. She felt used and possessed in a way that hadn’t happened before; and it was that knowledge that impressed itself on her imagination and her sensations. Partly, she felt disgusted but also intrigued by what was happening, and the sense that she was doing something unusual. Without actually forming the thought in her mind, she came close to wondering, “How many women have done this. I’m doing something rare and special.”

He was now plunging and raging in her rectum, and she was in danger of falling off his body. Her rigidity in the corset prevented her from holding herself in place, balanced on top of him. She tried putting her arms out to each side to gain some stability. When he thrust into her, he was pressing her waist down towards his feet. When he was pulling out of her, he was dragging her waist up towards his head. She was being flung around like a corseted rag doll and felt herself slipping to one side, as if to slide off him. His girdle made him more slippery, and she was aware of the tight fabric rubbing against her thighs and her buttocks.

It was then he took another hold on her body. A more rigorous and restraining grip. He placed his left arm across her waist and took hold of her right hip. His right hand moved up to her throat, took a grip under her chin, and forced her head further back over his shoulder. She was being stretched out, almost as if on the rack, and still he was plunging and bucking under her.

His orgasm began to build up, and his movements became more extreme. Within his tight girdle, he could feel the tensions of his climax developing high up in his girdle-contained waist trabzon escort and progressing down his abdomen. He felt the excitement spreading over his groin and adding to the pressure and the pleasure of the girdle. The squeezing pressure of the open crotch around his engorged penis seemed to enlarge him further and he experienced some more resistance to his movements in and out of her slimy anus. He wanted to move more vigorously, to add more sensation in his nervous system. He just wanted to empty himself into the bowels of this lovely woman in her corset with the tiny waist. He wasn’t concerned over her anxiety, or her body discomfort, or the fact that she was being thrown around like a corset-stiffened doll.

For her, these minutes were the worst of her sex-life. She was being squeezed into an impossible shape by the corset, stretched out like a victim of the Inquisition, thrown up and down as if she were on a boat in a storm; and her intestines were under a constant throbbing assault which she could feel high up in her chest. She could only just breathe in time with the movements but she was coming to the end of endurance in these conditions.

“Oh — oh — oh,” she gasped in time with his thrusts, but began to panic as well.

“Aah — aah — eeh — eeh.” She was on the point of screaming again.

And then he came – massively – inside her, with his own exclamation, “Aaaaghh.”

She heard it and her panic receded as his movements relaxed, and so he became still. She could feel just the pumping of his juices into her body; the springing of his erection; the movement of his testicles against her buttocks as he tried to press into her as much of his body as possible.

He relaxed his hold on her throat and placed both of his hands on her waist again. He held and squeezed her waist as he withdrew from her rectum. He wanted to hold that waist for hours, until his erection rebuilt itself and he could take her again. But good sense prevailed, and he moved her to one side, and slipped from under her. She lay on the bed, still trussed up like a full sized Barbie doll, with an impossible figure. Except, of course, that it was possible and she was the living proof. He raised himself on one elbow, removed her blindfold, and leaned over to kiss her face. Which was wet with tears and she still gasped for breath.

Raising himself further he kissed over her breasts and down onto the corset; nuzzling and kissing with his lips all the way down the front busk-fastening to her groin and finally pressed his mouth into her mound. She was still and silent but for a gentle residual sob. She felt down to her waist and pressed her fingers around the tightened figure, and the sobbing stopped. Her eyes opened wide, she marvelled at her own figure, and turned to look straight into his eyes.

“That’s amazing,” she said, “I didn’t know I could do that.”

He kissed her full on the mouth and they exchanged a closeness with their tongues even as she held her waist and he held one breast.

“That’s so exciting. I didn’t know,” she was discovering new sensations and also new expectations from this man.

He knelt up and undid the knot at the waist, at the front of the corset. Immediately, it began to open at the back, out of his sight, and he could see the relaxation of her waist. He rolled her onto her side and worked to open the corset further at the back lacing. Eventually, perhaps after perhaps two minutes, it was sufficiently open at the back and he rolled her back to face upwards. Then he unclipped the six pins of the busk, and the corset fell open either side of her.

Instinctively, she reached to her waist and began to massage the marked and reddened skin. And he joined her in the massage. He leaned down and kissed the marks and the creases, and she placed her hand on his head. It was a precious gentle and sentimental moment. He lay down facing towards her, and spoke softly into her ear; telling of his love and his appreciation of the excitement she had given him. She knew that he was thankful; and admired her for the strength of her body and the pliability of her figure inside the corset. And so they slumbered a few minutes. She with the corset open either side of her, and him still in the now-soiled tight long-leg panty girdle. He felt at himself in the firm boned and zippered fabric; and she reached over and smoothed her hand over his body also.

“That’s nice,” she murmured, “fits you will and holds you well. Hmmm.”

After a few minutes, he rose from the bed and took off the girdle. Then he bathed her; kneeling on the floor outside the bath as she languished and moved around to let him cleanse her totally. As a last movement, he pressed his fingers gently into her anus and allowed some of the warm soapy water to swill around the opening.

After that they dressed, and made another date. He wanted more. She didn’t know what she wanted; except that this man had given her sensations, pleasures and fears that no other had. She wanted more of what he could give her. And if it meant more corseting; well, she was pleased at the knowledge of her tiny waist and the concentration of her erotic sensations.

At least now she could answer “Yes” to his question, “You know what I want?” And next time she could do that with more eagerness.

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This is only my 3rd attempt at writing ANYTHING since high school so be warned! I am enjoying writing these stories and would absolutely love any constructive criticism (positive AND negative) from anyone out there that knows what they’re talking about in a private message.

Part one of this story described in detail a night my wife had while attending a conference for work at an out of town hotel. She ended up sharing a room with a familiar colleague and going to a bar the first night she was out. While at the bar she had met a group of men that fucked her for a couple of hours in the parking lot of her hotel which she later described to me in great detail. This second part involves her experience the following night as described to me during several steamy confessions she gave while we had sex. Naughty debauchery like this and the confessions of it definitely super charge our sex life for weeks to follow.

The next day after the parking lot session my wife texts at 9 am to say good morning and tell me how she can’t believe how far she went with the four guys the night before. I tell her that I’m thrilled about the fun she had and that I’m dying to find out exactly what happened but once again tell her to save the details for when she gets home. She mentions that her and Cathy are not too hung over and are actually contemplating another night on the town. My cock stirs in my pants.

I try my best to be as productive as possible working around the house on renovations and home improvements but find myself periodically on and off of the couch to give my aching dick it’s much needed attention, edging to the thought of my wife’s naughty behaviour. I can’t keep my hands off of it but my intention is to not ejaculate until she gets home the next day.

I’m about to drive the first screw into a sheet of drywall I’m holding up against the wall and receive a notification on my phone. I quickly drop the sheet and open the phone to find my wife has been texting with guy number three from last night. She says his name is Brad and he’s already dying to see her again. He keeps texting all the things he’d to to her if he had her to himself.

“What kind of things?” I ask, phone trembling in my hands.

“He wants to taste my pussy.” She texts. “He’s never experienced a woman squirt before last night and wants to do that again.”

My eyes pop open and my jaw drops as I read the words. “HE MADE YOU SQUIRT?”

“She must have really been into it.” I think to myself and free my cock from my pants as I scramble back to the couch.

“I actually squirted twice.” She responds.

I jerk my dick furiously.

“That’s so goddamned hot! What else did he say he wants to do with you?” I ask.

“He wants me to suck his cock again and says he loves how good I am at it. He wants to savagely fuck me in as many positions as possible.” She responds. “He also wants to fuck me in the ass but I’m not too sure about that.”

I ease back on stroking my cock, feeling the orgasm building within me.

“And why not?” I ask

“He’s pretty big. Bigger than the three other guys last night and bigger than you too. Not sure if I’d be able to handle him back there.”

Gasping, I release my throbbing cock just in time to avoid blowing my load, nearly set off by my wife telling me about another man’s size. A pearl droplet of cum emerges from my head before rolling down the side of my shaft.

So close.

I work it back into my pants and get back to the drywalling, hoping I can focus on the job at hand and get something done.

A short while later, around 11:30, she texts back saying he wants to meet for lunch as it will be his last chance while she’s there because he has dinner plans that evening with his wife and her parents. He says that he NEEDS to have her as soon as possible. She mentions the fact that the conference attendees have a 1-1/2 hour break and I encourage her to meet up with him for some fun. I add that it would be amazing to see pics and video of them in action.

The fact that she’s stone cold sober in the middle of kastamonu escort the day has me thinking that she’s more likely to unfortunately succumb to her inhibitions.

My heart races with every notification that rings from my phone in anticipation of what I hope takes place in the next couple of hours. Ten minutes later, another text. Cathy has decided to meet Tom out for lunch somewhere in town so my wife will have the room to herself during her break and has invited Brad to come over. My stomach twists and tumbles as a cocktail of emotions rush through me.

“Are you SURE you want me to meet with him babe?” She confirms. “It’s not too late to back out”.

I immediately tear the raging hard on from my pants and send her a pic of my swollen cock. “You don’t want to disappoint THIS little fella, do you?” I text jokingly.

Laughy face, eggplant emoji.

“Lol ok ok!” She responds. “We’re about to finish up here and I’ll be heading to my room to shower and get ready. I’m so nervous!”

“I’m super exited about this!” I text.

“I want you to make sure that sweet little pussy of yours is clean shaven and to be wearing that lingerie under a hotel housecoat when Brad shows up.”

A big thumbs up and two red hearts across the screen.

While she packed for her trip before she left I had slipped a lacy black and red split crotch teddy I had bought for her into the open suitcase on the bed and we wordlessly exchanged a devilish grin. My stomach turned deliciously as I realize that I haven’t yet fucked her in it and Brad will probably be the first.

A few minutes later and I receive a pic of her cleanly shaven pussy, glistening from the wetness of her arousal. Shortly after a pic arrives of her in the sexy lingerie followed by one of her wrapped in the white, fluffy housecoat. Even through the thick, hanging material her delicious curves and ample cleavage still catch the eye.

“This is the first thing Brad’s going to see when he walks through the door.” She texts. “He’s on his way and will be here soon.”

“That lucky son of a bitch!” I respond.

“Wish me luck!” She writes.

Winky face, two big red hearts.

She waits anxiously in the room for what seems like forever until there’s a knock on the door. Her heart leaps. She opens the door to find Brad standing there and she’s relieved to find that he’s even hotter than she remembered from the night before. He’s wearing brown boots, jeans and a brown sports coat and she can’t wait to get him out of them. Before she can get a word out he steps into the room, closes the door and pulls her into him, kissing her passionately. His hands reach behind to knead and squeeze her full, round ass and slide up her front to fondle her heaving breasts.

Untying the waist strap on her housecoat he opens it up and leans back momentarily to admire what he has exposed before he lifts it over her shoulders and letting it drop onto the floor behind her.

He kisses her once more, holding her in tight and grinding his hips into hers as she feels his bulge through his jeans. He pushes her onto Cathy’s bed and sheds his boots, socks, jacket and shirt, revealing his athletic upper body.

“Come here and show me again what that wonderful mouth of yours can do.” He orders as he stands at the edge of the bed.

She sits up submissively and lays her hands on his firm chest, slides them down his body and to the waist line of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Pulling them down to his knees reveals his swollen cock running down his leg and straining outward against his tight black boxers. She looks up with those beautiful blue green eyes smiling that gorgeous smile and pulls his underwear down.

Once it’s free his long, thick cock springs upwards and smacks her under the chin. It’s fully hard and aiming into her face.

She takes it’s heaviness in her hand and enjoys a quick moment to admire it’s rigid, veiny mass before swirling her tongue around the firm, bulbous head. He lets out a kayseri escort long drawn out moan as she starts to gently work his shaft in two hands and suck him into her mouth.

Taking her soft hair in his fists he rocks his hips forward and slowly moves himself back and forth through her grip. She finds herself unable to apply her usual technique due to his girth but can clearly see that he’s loving it as he’s laying his head back, mouth open and his eyes closed with a look of amazement frozen on his face.

He starts to increase the pace and forcefulness of his thrusting and his breathing soon becomes shallow panting. She worries he’s too far lost in the blowjob and will soon finish in her mouth but he gasps, sharply pulling himself away from her and freezing in place. He hisses and growls as his member spasms and jumps upward as he successfully fights back what seems like a powerful orgasm. A thick bead of cum slowly oozes from his tip and threatens to fall wastefully onto the carpet so she leans forward and softly licks it into her mouth, smiling as she samples his salty taste.

“Your mouth is fucking amazing.” He groans. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

He steps out of his pants and underwear, pushes her back onto Cathy’s bed and kneels between her wide spread legs. She lifts them up to better expose her pretty pussy to her strange lover and peels the split crotch of her lingerie apart, giving his tongue full access. He skillfully kisses her moist pussy as if he were kissing her mouth, dancing his tongue up and down her slit and gently sucking on her lips. After several minutes of this he focuses his attention on her swollen clit, gently sucking it into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue across her sensitive pearl.

Brad’s oral technique and his enthusiasm begin to slowly bring her closer and closer to cumming until she is abruptly pushed over the edge when he slides one of his thick, wet fingers into her ass. She gasps, clutching two tight fists of his hair, pulling his mouth into her and forcefully grinding her crotch into his face. She cries out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her and slowly dissipate.

Brad stands, wiping the wetness from his face and takes his still rock hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking it and slapping it against her belly. She reaches down to guide him to her opening and he slides it up and down between her hot lips, teasing her and randomly pushing forward, threatening to slide his engorged head Into her gripping flesh. Finally he inches past her initial resistance and her pussy accepts his thickness. After pausing for a moment he begins to move in and out of her, slowly at first but advancing in tiny increments with every forward thrust. She looks down to find he is only halfway buried in her and grips the exposed surface of his shaft, rolling his glistening foreskin back and forth as he fucks her.

It’s not long before she’s moaning and feeling the swelling sensation of a squirting orgasm. She can tell Brad has worked up to driving most of his length into her as his heavy balls slap against her ass but she gets him to pull himself out of her so that they can move over to her bed and place her housecoat beneath them.

As she’s spreading the housecoat across the mattress he pushes her from behind causing her to bend over the bed. He takes her by the hips, positions himself at her slippery entrance and squeezes his fat cock into her, resuming his previous pumping rhythm. She walks her knees on to the bed and arches her back, fully surrendering herself to him doggy style. His cock glides easily in and out of her as he kneads her jiggling ass and reaches under her to squeeze her large, heavy breasts.

It’s less than a minute of being fucked from behind before she feels the building pressure again and she groans out. There’s a hot flooding between between them and her squirt coats Brad’s shaft, running down his swinging balls and down her inner thighs. Brad gasps and begins to wildly pound her pussy as her release kıbrıs escort continues to flow, his hips smacking against her ass causing it to splash across their bodies. She yells out for him to pull out and when he does the full force of her orgasm is freed, projectile squirting with a swishing sound and splashing across the house coat.

“Holy fuck, that’s amazing!” Brad exclaims.

He scrambles down to his knees and grinds his mouth against her, licking and sucking to taste her soaking pussy just in time for another eruption of fluid to blast into his mouth. He moans out and struggles to swallow three large gulps.

Brad stands up behind her to slide his cock back in as she’s enjoying the tail end of her orgasm when when she notices she has forgotten to close the curtains. They’re on the second floor and any passerby looking in can see them as her bed is near the window.

She interrupts Brad’s penetration to wrap herself in a blanket and get up to close them but he follows and pushes her onto the armchair, bending her over again, in even greater view of anyone outside. Her first impulse is to move back to the bed to avoid being recognized and tries to get up but he firmly pushes her back down. A loud, stinging spank rings out into the room when he slaps her ass, punishing her. He’s fully in charge. Her nipples swell in heightened arousal and she suddenly aches to feel Brad invade her depths even more. She decides that anyone outside would probably be too far away to identify her.

Probably.

Being set out on display, naked and vulnerable turns her on and she arches her her back and raises her ass in the air.

Several vehicles pass by in the parking lot as Brad slides himself back into her pussy again and pulls back out, slick with their slippery juices. He strokes his cock and smacks it sharply against her ass, seemingly enjoying putting on a show for anyone that might be watching. Another car drives by and suddenly slows down, almost to a stop. Having an audience seems to excite him and he pushes his big dick back into her, proceeding to pound her aggressively, grunting and growling out how much he’s loving fucking her. My wife’s moans increase in volume to the point that she thinks the voyeur in the car might hear her if they had rolled down their window. She grabs a cushion from the floor, presses her face into it and yells out a muffled cry of pleasure with every one of Brad’s thrusts.

She looks up from under the thrashing and swinging hair in her face and notices that the car has stopped, brake lights on but definitely watching her getting pounded. Without missing a beat of his relentless fucking he grasps her hair, gathers and twists it into a tight ponytail and wraps it around his open hand before clenching it tightly in his fist. He yanks towards himself sharply, jerking her head back and leans forward to kiss and bite her neck. Her cushion falls to the floor as as her pretty face and swaying tits are exposed wide open to her impromptu audience.

Brad quickens his pace and increases the force of his pumping, now thrusting his full length into her and almost painfully hitting depths she’s never had stimulated before. Without warning he suddenly presses his thumb against her tight asshole, gradually sliding it in as he slams his hips against her. The sensation pushes her towards the edge of cumming and she feels the building of another orgasm deep within her, fucking back into him meeting his pounding head on. He releases her hair and takes hold of her hips as his muscular body tenses up and he grunts loudly, pulling her into him tightly.

“Oh god I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you!” He cries out.

The feeling of his fat cock twitching violently inside of her and blasting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her pussy sets her off. She clenches and tightly squeezes him as she orgasms and he slams into her a few more times while she cums.

Brad pulls his softening cock out of my wife and a massive load of his thick, hot semen pours from her stretched, well used pussy over the edge of the armchair seat and across the floor.

She looks up and sees the car outside pulling away as she stands, turns and kisses him deeply before giving his low hanging cock a playful slap. She giggles, walks to the bathroom and tells him that she has just enough time to shower and get back to the conference. They say their goodbyes and agree to stay in touch.

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Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, he’s struggling already.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles. “I’m a little nervous.”

I sit down next to him. “Why?”

“I hope I can do it all weekend.”

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

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

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

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

“How are you holding up?”

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

I say seductively, “Not yet. Here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing, babe?”

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

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

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

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

He nods next to my face.

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

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

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

I whisper, “Tell me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it hurt?”

I look from his cage to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it, babe?”

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

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

My boyfriend nods nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He says softly, “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

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

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

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

My boyfriend says, “Okay.”

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

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

My boyfriend smiles, “Hey, Bestie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cindy said, “Welcome back sleepyhead, we decided to put the sides down before we go swimming, it’s sweaty work, and we won’t want to do it later after we are cooled off.”

Betty looked at the other three, and they were all sweaty. They had also changed into bathing suits, although Cindy was wearing a one piece red one and the boys board shorts left lots to the imagination since they hung almost to their knees.

Betty walked to Dick and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, noticing the manly scent of sweat on him. “Thanks for the lotion, do you want me to do you?”

Dick smiled, “Not now thanks, Cindy has the spray kind, the rest of us are all good.”

There was no path over the hillside and through the woods to the swimming hole, although as soon as they started down they could hear the waterfall. “My uncle specifically tries to avoid a trail so that people who come to the swimming hole from the other side don’t come up here. Its easy to find the waterfall on the way down, but pay attention to where we are so that you can all find your way back up if I’m not with you.”

It was only a five minute walk down the hill, but the swimming hole was magnificent, a couple of pools of deep water, each carved by a waterfall, and steep cliffs maybe 10-15 feet high surrounding them. The public access side of the stream was quite crowded, with families and groups of teenagers and twenty something college kids. The campsite side was much less crowded since you had to cross the stream from the public side to get there.

The group spent several hours at the swimming hole, climbing around the rocks hatay escort and jumping into the water. Betty had to be particularly careful when she jumped in since almost every time she did so her top would come loose and flash her breasts to whoever was around. She was careful to only jump next to her friends, and sometimes strangers that she thought looked old enough. If the top just rode up she would adjust it herself, but if it came untied she would hold the bikini across her breast and return to Dick to have him retie it. After the fourth or fifth time Betty said, “You are no good at all with knots, it keeps coming loose! Are you doing that on purpose?”

Dick grinned, “No, of course not! Its not my fault you keep jumping from the ledges!”

As the day wore on most of the families left, leaving mostly just the college kids. A lot of people had their cell phones with them, and were taking pictures of the waterfalls, the sunlight bouncing off the water, and their friends. They were taking pictures of attractive strangers, too, but were trying not to be obvious about it. Betty was in a lot of those pictures.

“We should head back up now, once it gets past 4 the sun can’t get down in here and it gets a lot cooler.” Cindy said as she started packing up her stuff.

Betty looked around and realized they were the only ones on this side of the stream, and there was only a group of college aged guys at the top of the wall on the other side. “OK, only one more jump, make sure you take pictures! It will be worth it!”

Cindy and Tom looked at one another, and quickly got out ığdır escort their phones. Dick said, “The camera on my flip phone isn’t worth the effort. I’ll just watch.”

Betty grinned and quickly swam across the stream and climbed up the cliff to the jumping spot, right next to the college guys. Somehow, for the first time all day, just before she got to the top her bikini top came loose again, falling down away from her breasts with the triangles pointing down.

Betty stood up and smiled at the guys before realizing that they were all staring at her naked breasts. “Opps, sorry about that. Let me cover up.” She picked up the strings with each hand and dragged them up her body, flicking across her hardened nipples as she did so. She didn’t bother to tie it though, she just brought her left arm across to hold the triangles in place.

As she looked up at the group, a blonde one suddenly dropped his right hand, the one holding his cell phone. He blushed very red. Betty sais, “Did you just take a picture of my naked tits without asking?”

Stammering a little, “Umm, yes. Is, is that ok.”

Laughing, Betty said, “Of course it’s not ok, you shouldn’t take pictures without asking! “

The guy said, “OK, I can delete it, don’t worry! I’ll do it now!” He raised his hand like we was going to do it right then.

“Oh, there is no hurry. You can delete it tonight after you jack off a couple of times. But I do want you to delete it, ok? Oh, but before you do that, can you text it to my friend? My boyfriend would probably love to see it.” Betty gave them Cindy’s number.

Shocked ısparta escort at the permission to use the photo before deleting it, the guys all looked around at one another. A tall brown haired guy with a swimmers body who had spent much of the day in the pool down below underwater cleared his throat. He asked, “Do you want the rest, too?”

Betty was surprised, “The rest?”

Grinning, he said, “Yeah, I’ve got a really good one of you after a jump. You can totally tell your top is off because it is floating there, but you can’t really see any details of your boobies. It’s kind of artistic, really.”

Betty said, “Sure, I would like that. And all the rest, too. You can keep any of the pictures where you can’t see my tits and face at the same time, ok? But delete the rest please? I mean, after you use them a couple of times, of course.” Betty giggled.

“Oh, and you might want pictures of this, too, boys.” Betty walked to the edge of the cliff facing her friends across the stream. She reached both arms behind herself and pulled the bikini strings, pulling the top loose and collecting it into her right hand. She looked over her shoulder and almost all of the guys had their phones up, ready to take pictures. She jumped up into the air and spun around with her right arm across her breasts this time and looked at the guys as she spun past. She was moving to fast to really see them, though. Then as the rotation faced her friends again, she spread her arms wide just before splashing into the water.

As she walked out of the water she had already tied the bikini around her chest, and was adjusting the triangles over her breasts by tieing the top strings behind her head. Dick grinned at her with a little bit of surprise. “You never needed my help with that did you?”

“No, but you were so bad at it that I thought you should practice.”

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As the sunlight peeked into her room, Amara woke up to the beeping of her alarm at 5 a.m. She stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of her sheets against her skin. She looks at the other side of her bed and finds the other side to be empty reminding her that her husband, Abhay, is still not home. Being married to a navy officer for almost 5 years, has its own charm like a big house, house help, driver, car, etc, but it also brings in the loneliness for the partner. Since Abhay has to be away quite often due to the nature of his profession, Amara tries to keep herself busy with household work, social worker activities, getting together with her friends and sometimes, making new acquaintances. Being away from her husband also means to compromise on her carnal desires. Amara loves Abhay to the end of the moon but she knows that she has needs and she need to sate them to remain sane.

Rising from the bed, Amara’s eyes, the colour of deep, rich coffee, fluttered open. She noticed the full length mirror right next to her bed, offering a full-body view. Sunlight reflected off the smooth, dark tones of her skin, the creamy satin of her chemise catching the light in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Sleep had loosened the delicate straps, revealing the curvaceous mounds of her breasts, their fullness straining playfully against the confines of the fabric, creating a hint of the outline of her 32Ds. The curve of her hip dipped slightly as she bent and reached for her robe, briefly allowing her breasts to dangle in all its glory. Donning her robe, she walked towards the bathroom with her hips — full and rounded beneath the flimsy satin — swaying gently. Turning on the faucet, the cool water woke her up completely and she immediately knew, what she has to do in the gym today – it was the legs day.

Coming back to her room after the shower, she discarded the chemise wondering why did she put it on in the first place. She opened her closet and browsing through her collection, she opted for a pair of high-waisted, breathable leggings in a deep teal colour and a cropped sports bra in a crisp white. Standing in front of mirror again, stark naked, she noticed her pubic hair above her vagina and thought to herself – “I should have shaved them, but maybe next time?”. Transfixed with self admiration, she felt this is the best shape she has achieved in her lifetime. “I am 29, and I need to keep in shape…..for myself and for Abhay”.

The result of months of regular exercise and balanced diet were clearly visible. A thought glanced over her mind and her sensuous lips had a mild smile. She reached out for the side drawer of the bed and took out the almost real cock shaped dildo. This was an alternative to sate her carnal desires. Abhay, when at home, would not leave Amara craving. He would make lover to her whenever opportunity arises. She felt blessed to be married to him. Normally, she would keep it hidden in her cupboard under stacks of her sarees but right now, while Abhay not being here, she could freely keep it in plain sight in side drawer. Her gaze fixed at the tip of the dildo, she smiles and blushes at the same time. She gets a tingling feeling between her legs and her other hand, on its own, make its way to her craving vagina.

A sudden sound from the kitchen breaks her trance. “That must be Murli in the kitchen…..damn it!! Another minute of two and I would have been on my way to ecstasy but looks like I need to wait” trabzon escort – she thinks. Realising that enough time has passed, she kisses the dildo and replace it back into the drawer and starts putting on her selected attire. A quick look towards the mirror to check her hair and all, she finally covers her top with a loosely fitting green hoodie hanging on the side of the mirror. This and couple of more hoodies, is what she wears almost every day to the gym.

The gym was buzzed with the collective energy of the early risers. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and determination, a familiar melody to Amara’s ears. Glancing around, she spots few familiar faces who are regular to the gym. She finds her trainer – Sheeba, near the water station. They meet and talk about the exercises for the day. Since it has been quite a while for Amara working out, she barely need any help from the trainer. She walks to her locker and thinks “Why did Murli always have to be on time? Since tomorrow is an off day, I could give him an off tomorrow. The butterflies in my tummy and the burning sensation in my pussy would not go away like this. Ok Amara, now that things are planned out…..lets ace the gym today!!”.

Finally ready, warming up with a series of lunges and squats, Amara felt a familiar fire ignite in her core. Today’s leg day was an assault course — weighted squats that sent a satisfying burn through her quads, lunges that tested her balance and stability, and leg presses that pushed her muscles to their limit. Between sets, Amara caught glimpses of herself in the mirrored walls. She was one of the gym members with the best body, especially among females. Looking at her figure and her training regime, no one could guess easily that she is married. Finally, after an hour of relentless exertion, Amara collapsed onto a yoga mat, her chest heaving, legs trembling. But even in exhaustion, she felt a sense of victory. She had conquered leg day. After having a bit of water, she starts walking on the treadmill to relax. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through Amara’s concentration. “You just killed it with those exercises today.” Amara turned to see a young man standing. He couldn’t have been much older than maybe twenty or twenty one, good general physique, a nervous blush creeping up his neck that clashed with his bright blue official gym shirt indicating that he was one of the trainers. But Amara had never seen him before here. “Thanks,” she replied, offering a friendly smile. “It’s just leg day routine.”

“Right, leg day…….I am Ravi, by the way, I have joined as a new trainer here from today.” Amara’s smile widened. “Nice to meet you, Ravi, how is your first day treating you?”

“Not bad to be honest. This is my first job hence I came in early today to familiarise myself with the folks and the equipments. By the way, I must confess and please don’t take me in the wrong manner, but I have never seen any female working out so dedicatedly. Judging from your physique, I could make out that you are really serious about your workout regime.” – said Ravi, while being amazed by Amara’s radiance.

“Yeah, I try and keep myself in shape. But I was not always like this. You would not believe if I showed you how I looked back in college.” – Amara responded confidently.

“Wait a second!! Are you telling me that you are not a college girl!!??” – Ravi was now bowled over even more.

Due to Ravi’s innocence, Amara tunceli escort blushed a bit and responded – “Well of course I am not a college girl anymore. Now either you are being genuine or you are making fun of me, which one is it Ravi?” Amara, regaining back her strength and breath from the heavy exercise, asked him mischievously.

“Oh no!!…….I genuinely thought that you would be a college girl. Your skin is so radiant and your body shape……” and Ravi stopped there.

“Come on……don’t leave me hanging…..don’t you know it is bad manners to leave a woman in the middle while appreciating her??” Amara teased Ravi.

Ravi hesitated for a bit and said while blushing “Toned and curvy – your body frame I mean. You could easily be a model since this combination is hard to achieve and maintain.”

Amara felt happy and blushed slightly. She is used to getting appreciations only from Abhay. But now a guy, quite younger than her, is complimenting her. Sheeba then chimes in “Amara Ma’am!! I see that you two are already acquainted. Good!! That saves me some time. Starting today, Ravi will be your trainer. Since you are already an ace member, you hardly need much help. So it would be a good starting point for Ravi.”

Sheeba then faced towards Ravi “Since you are new here, we would assign only 1 or 2 members to you to get you started here and learn the ropes. Please pay attention to Amara Ma’am. She is one of our dedicated members and I do not want to get any complaint from her. 1 complaint from her and I am afraid but you would be out.”

Ravi, lost his cool and said nervously “I will do my best Sheeba Ma’am. I too agree with you that Amara Ma’am does not need any help and I have already seen her working out, she is an ideal.”

Sheeba retired to her office leaving Ravi and Amara alone. Amara, after listening to all the conversation between Sheeba and Ravi, got an idea which made her smile in a naughty manner. She unzipped 1/4th of her hoodie’s zip from the top and said “Well Ravi…..looks like I would be your boss for now. I am quite a demanding woman so you better not slack off.” She said it in a flirtatious way to Ravi.

Ravi, trying to understand what was going on simply replies – “I would not fail you Amara Ma’am. I am happy that I have been paired up with you. I look forward to learning a great deal from you.”

“Oh really??” Amara stopped the treadmill and bent over the side rails of the machine while facing him. Ravi could not believe his eyes and his luck. He could see inside her hoodie. It was not too clear, but he could make out the sweat that Amara had built up and her white sports bra was now wet giving him an outline of her breasts and her nipples. His gaze transfixed, Amara felt hot and a bit hornier as well. She could feel her crotch getting slightly wet. But finding that she could make a young man stop and gawk at her made her feel wanted. She stood back up straight breaking Ravi’s daze and said “Well….could you help me a bit with stretching? My arms have been killing me for some time now.”

Ravi, gaining back his composure, responded “Surely ma’am. Please come this way.” He pointed to the yoga room which was empty, thinking that he would get to spend some lonely time with Amara and it would also be easier for her to stretch freely.

Getting into the yoga room, which was at one corner of the floor, Amara stood at one side waiting for Ravi to assist. “You uşak escort would need to take the hoodie off so that I could assist with proper pressure at the right spot” – said Ravi. Amara felt an electric charge running from her bottom to her head. Never had she undone her hoodie in the gym. But since today was special, and she had already given Ravi a small show, she thought to take it a bit further to make his day. She unzipped and hung her hoodie in one corner. Now in bright light, Ravi could make out Amara’s sensuous figure even in more detail. He could now also make out Amara’s big nipples that were straining against her wet sports bra. It was a dream come true scene for her. Amara, feeling a bit flushed, while exposing herself to a man other than her husband, could see that Ravi was interested and he wanted more. She said “Ravi……shall we begin?” She sat down in front of Ravi to give him ample view of her cleavage.

“Yes ma’am!!” – said Ravi and got behind her helping her pull her arms in various directions. Every time he stretched her arm, he could see even more inside her sports bra. “This is real!! She is like a super model and I am getting to see her and touch her. This is surreal!!” Thought Ravi while helping her out. Amara, all knowing about what was happening, was enjoying this. This was a new experience for her, but she did not feel much guilt of doing this behind Abhay’s back. “Its just a tease…..well maybe a bit more than a tease. But God!! I love it!! I wonder……” she thought and turned a bit to notice that Ravi had a hard-on. Seeing an actual hard-on after a long time, she wanted to grab his crotch and rub it. There was a small patch of wetness on at the edge where his dick ended. She could feel her juices flowing and making her panties wet. Anymore of it and her juices would have started to seep out of her pants. She regained control on herself and said “Thanks Ravi!! I am feeling much better. Its about time and I have another “appointment” to follow”. She got up and donned her hoodie back on.

Gaining back his composure and hoping that Amara had not noticed his hard-on, Ravi said – “Ma’am, I am glad to be of help. Also, since I am your trainer now, I would be required to have your number as per the policy. We could be in touch that way to set up schedules and in case if you need some help.”

“Of course……..you are pretty handy and I am sure that I would need much help from you soon enough” – said Amara, again in a naughty way while glancing over Ravi’s hard-on. They exchanged numbers and Amara went back to her car to drive back home…….the last 15 minutes were pretty intense and flushed her out much more than her workout today. She could not believe that this fun teasing of hers would make her so horny. She asked herself if she has betrayed Abhay, but all she could think about was Ravi’s hard-on and the small wet patch on his pants. At the same time, Ravi could not believe his luck based on today’s events. He went to the washroom and took out his dick. It was harder than ever before, and the pre cum just did not stop flowing out. He grabbed his dick and jerked off for around 15 mins. Readjusting his dick in his pants, Ravi eagerly awaited for Amara to be back at the gym.

Amara, being alone in the car, took out her phone and called Murli and said “Murli, since there is not enough work today, and tomorrow is a relaxing schedule, take the day off. Ask Govind (driver) as well to take the day off. Come back the day after on your regular routine.”

The only “appointment” that Amara wanted to attend was to pound her wet and burning pussy with the dildo in her side drawer……..no distractions, but only bliss.

— To be continued

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Kelly was at home. She was sitting at her desk, laptop in front of her, the blue light from the screen illuminating her naked body.

The large dildo was buried deep inside her pussy. She was gently grinding her hips trying to get more friction. There was a sheen of sweat covering her skin; each of her nipples pinched by a little metal clip, and the clips connected together by a metal chain. Sometimes, she would pull on the chain causing herself to moan.

On the laptop screen was hardcore porn. Fake moaning sounds emanated from the speakers filling the little room. The girl on the screen was in a large gangbang. Cock after cock was fucking her every hole. When one cock would finish, another would immediately take its place.

A guy on the screen slapped the girls tits. Kelly emulated the action, slapping her own, while muttering “dirty whore” to herself.

The girl on the screen moaned, but the sound came out muffled because of the cock fucking her mouth.

“Needy cunt” muttered Kelly while furiously rubbing her clit.

She was so close, but just couldn’t get there. She felt her mind starting to wonder, her peak slipping.

“Fuck.”

She glanced at the time dejectedly. It was almost 1am.

She still hadn’t orgasmed. She glanced one last time at the screen. The girl was sandwiched between two guys as they thrusted into her ass and pussy. The guy in her mouth pulled out and was currently jerking his cock aiming at the girl’s open mouth. She was smiling.

Kelly dejectedly closed the laptop screen plunging her little room into silence and darkness. She slowly got up and pulled the vibrator out. It was covered in her juices. She then removed the nipples clamps and rubbed her tits as the blood rushed back in.

“If she fell asleep immediately, she could get 5 solid hours,” she reasoned.

She slept naked, tossing and turning, hardcore porn images flooding into her dreams. She woke up drenched in sweat, covers thrown off, her hand between her legs, still horny and needy.

She went through her morning routine, and finally stood naked in front of her closet considering her options.

Today was an important day. This was her second year with the Firm. She was finally given a chance to work on a project for a top client. If she did well, this would be her ticket to a promotion, no more crap projects, no more long hours for bullshit pay.

Today she would be meeting the team that she will spend the next 2 months slaving together. Today was the start of the project.

She looked at the dark blue pant suite.

“Power woman look” thought Kelly.

But that felt wrong. She didn’t feel like a testosterone fueled power woman. She was thinking of something cute, and a bit sexy, but still professional. She was young, not like some old hag, and definitely not a woman pretending to be a man, so why not dress to impress.

She selected a dress. It wasn’t too sexy, but way better than power pants. The dress had shoulder straps under which she could hide her bra straps, and a row of buttons going all the way down. The dress was about mid thigh length. Nothing too scandalous, but still showed quite a bit of leg. The outfit paired with pretty shoes, a little hill but again nothing too crazy.

She paired the dress with a sexy light yellow lingerie set. The bottoms was a mesh thong with pretty flowers, and matching low cut bra that just covered her nipples.

Finally dressed, she checked herself in the mirror She opened the top two buttons on the dress, showing just a bit more her bosom, and a button on the bottom for a little extra leg.

Once at the office, she found the conference room. She was the last to arrive. There were 3 guys already sitting at the table and one other girl, Jennifer, wearing a dark blue pant suite.

“Of course, Jennifer was here,” thought Kelly. Her and Jennifer started at the Firm the same day, and were unofficially frenemies, competing for the same promotion.

“Typical, so much for sisterhood” she thought.

She recognized the guys too. Mike was the team lead. She met with him when he was considering who to select for the project. Frank, was in sales. And the other guy, Peter, seemed like he was from IT.

“Kelly, come in. Good, we are finally all here.”

“Cute dress” whispered Jennifer.

“Bitch. Cute dress like a high school girl, not cute dress like a professional woman” thought Kelly.

“Thanks.”

“I personally selected each of you because you are the best. I know each of you will put in 110% to make this project a success. Each of us has a different role to play in the team, but we will all deliver as a team.”

Mike went on like that for another 15 minutes, platitudes around team work, the importance of client focused delivery, and what success means.

Kelly shifted in her seat. It’s only after sitting down did Kelly realize that perhaps this dress was not an ideal work outfit. A lot more of her leg was on display. It didn’t help that the table was all transparent glass. She noticed a few of the guys glancing kırşehir escort at her legs and even caught Mike checking her out.

“Kelly?!” said Mike.

“Yes” she responded a bit panicky realizing that she stopped listening and missed what he said.

“I know it’s early, and none of us had coffee yet. But, I expect everyone to stay focused and pay attention.”

“Sorry.”

“What I said was that the last person to arrive will bring everyone coffee.”

It took Kelly a moment to realize that he meant her. She was supposed to get everyone coffee.

“Of course, yes.”

Kelly quickly collected everyone’s coffee preferences. She walked over to the kitchen and poured everyone a cup; making sure to remember everyone’s specific preferences around milk and sugar, and the damn Jennifer’s request for almond milk.

“I have a damn MBA, and I am making coffee,” thought Kelly angrily.

“Next time don’t be late,” she admonished herself.

Drinks on a tray like a waiter, Kelly walked back into the conference room, being careful to not spill. She walked next to each person and put their drink in front of them.

Frank was the last one. Instead of walking all the way around the table, she just reached across the long conference table to hand him the drink. She immediately realized the problem, but it was too late. She had two buttons undone, and as she was leaning over, he had a clear view down her shirt.

“Oops, sorry” Kelly apologized as she gave him the drink.

Frank just smiled, while Kelly quickly returned to her seat embarrassed.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Everyone put in a full days work, and even had lunch at their desks.

Kelly kept catching guys staring at her legs, especially when she would cross and uncross them. It gave her a bit of a thrill knowing how much impact she was having.

When the day was finally over, Mike suggested they all go out as a team, get a few drinks, learn about each other.

“A strong team is one that works together and plays together,” he said.

At the bar, everyone had a great time. Mike kept buying all the rounds, and they even did shots.

“It’s important to have a work life balance. How about we each go around and say something personal,” said Mike.

Frank said that he was taking piano classes and it was helping him build up his finger muscles. He was grinning like he just said a dirty joke.

Jennifer said that she hasn’t dated much because she is focused on her career.

“Damn Jennifer turning everything into a competition,” thought Kelly.

It was Kelly’s turn. She mulled over what to say. She needed something that would show Mike that she was also career focused, but maybe add some personal touch too. Being horny and drunk wasn’t helping her think straight thou.

“My old boyfriend used to be commanding and I liked it,” she finally said.

Everyone laughed. It was only after she said it did she realize how it sounded.

“Well, with that attitude I think you will be a great member on the team” Mike finally said smiling.

They had a few more rounds and Kelly’s embarrassing slip-up forgotten.

Frank kept making raunchy jokes and sexy innuendoes. But they were like teenage boy antiques, and everyone just laughed at his crude jokes.

“Kelly, I bet I can guess the color of your bra,” Frank wagered.

“It’s yellow. We’ve all seen it,” interrupted Jennifer.

Everyone seemed to involuntarily look at Kelly’s chest. Kelly herself looked down. Her bra was showing. The third button seemed to have accidentally got undone.

“Oops” said Kelly, as everyone else laughed.

“Leave it, you look cute” said Jennifer just as Kelly was about fix it.

It was so sexy to comply. Kelly put her hands back down without buttoning the third button, her face flushed red.

Jennifer smiled, and then reached out, and unbuttoned another button.

“Even cuter.”

With the fourth button, a good portion of Kelly’s pretty bra was now exposed.

“I bet your panties are yellow, too” bellowed Frank and slammed a $20 on the table.

Peter rummaged through his wallet, took a $10 bill and laid it on the table.

“This is all I got. I think red. I don’t think they are matching set.”

“She is not wearing any panties,” said Jennifer with a wicked smile on her face.

“All the bets are in” announced Mike like he was a dealer in the casino.

“Whoever guesses correctly wins the pot.”

“What do I get?! They are my panties,” said Kelly laughing.

“How about if no one wins, you get the money. But if someone wins, you still get the money, but they get your panties,” proposed Jennifer.

“Great deal,” agreed Frank.

“Seems fair,” agreed Mike.

The thrill and the excitement was going to Kelly’s head. She could see the pure lust in everyone’s eyes. It was all so hot, and crazy. She was the center of attention. She didn’t want to let them down and ruin the energy.

“Deal.”

She was so caught up in the excitement, she didn’t think malatya escort about the fact that Frank had already guessed the color correctly. It was only after she agreed did she realize the problem.

“My panties are orange. So, you all loose” she announced while reaching for the money.

“Wait. I trust you, but you have to prove it. Ronald Regan used to have this saying, trust but verify,” said Mike.

“Shit” thought Kelly. Not only does she now have to expose her panties, she might actually need to take them off, and worst yet, she was caught lying to her co-workers.

Kelly thought for a moment if there was a way out. Not finding one, she then thought of how to actually show her co-workers her panties without exposing herself, and if she was lucky in the dark bar, they might not be able to tell the color.

Showing her butt was not an option with a tiny thong. She’d have to expose her whole ass and even then in the dark bar, no one would see anything. So, it would have to be her front. The dress was also a problem. If this was a skirt, she could just maybe push it down a little and show the top of the panties. Can’t do that with a dress. So she’ll have to unbutton some buttons in the front, high enough for the panties to be visible, which is damn high.

Kelly started to slowly unbutton the buttons. One was already open, she opened another, and then another, until almost all the way to her waist. She held the dress closed with her hand. Keeping one hand covering her panties, she slowly moved one side of the dress out, until her panties were partially in view.

“Yellow. I knew it. I won,” exclaimed Frank.

“Fuck.”

“Let’s have them,” said Frank, while holding out his hand.

Kelly slipped her panties off, being careful to keep the dress down, and not expose herself. She stepped out of them, and handed them to Frank, not meeting his eyes as she did it.

“They are soaking wet.”

“Well, she did say she likes being told what to do,” said Jennifer smirking.

“Kelly, we actually have problem,” said Mike in a serious tone.

“You lied to us, and that’s very serious. As a team, that’s not how we operate. Complete honesty is the hallmark of a strong team. I know it was embarrassing and that’s why you lied. But telling the truth regardless of consequence is the ideal we need to strive for.”

“How about each team member spanks her naked ass” proposed Jennifer jokingly.

Mike seemed to seriously consider it.

“It would be extremely embarrassing to have your co-workers slap your bare ass. But lying about an embarrassing situation is what got you into this quandary in the first place. Integrity is so critical. I just don’t see how someone that’s willing to compromise on their integrity can be in the team.”

Mike paused for a moment, and then continued.

“We’ve all been drinking and this is your first red card. I am willing to forget it if you go through with the spanking and hopefully learn the lesson that the consequences of lying are always worse.”

Wide eyed, everyone was now starring at Kelly to see how she responds.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. It was stupid and it won’t happen again. It was just so embarrassing to take my panties off, and I thought, it would be a little white lie.”

Kelly looked around. They were in a public bar in one of the corner tables.

“But, I mean how?!”

“We are going to do this like we would run any project – as a team. Kelly bend over the stool, ass facing the wall.”

He spoke fast and direct, exactly how he would have done in any scenario where he had to give orders.

“Team, stand around in a semi-circle. We’ll rotate responsibility, while one person spanks, the rest provide cover. I’ll go first.”

Kelly was on autopilot. She leaned over the stool like Mike commanded facing all her co-workers.

Mike walked behind her. She felt him slowly pull the dress up to her waist. Moments later she felt his hand on her naked ass softly squeezing. The hand withdrew, and then the next moment she felt the first spank. Mike had strength. It was a hard, clean spank and very loud. Kelly looked around in panic but the background noise of the bar was too loud for the sound to travel outside of their little circle. Mike gave her a few more hard spanks before announcing he was done.

Peter was next. He gave her a few quick weak spanks.

Frank went next. She felt both of his hands on her ass, squeezing like Mike, but harder, and cruder. She then felt him spreading her ass cheeks. From his vintage, he would have a perfect view of her little asshole and completely bald pussy.

She felt like he kept her spread open for a long time, but it was probably just a few seconds. She could imagine Frank’s hesitation, wanting to fuck her with his fingers, but maybe being worried that it would be like sexual harassment. His hands withdrew. Kelly sucked in her breath in anticipation of his fingers inside her, but disappointedly she felt the slaps on her ass instead. He slapped her a few niğde escort times, and then was done.

Jennifer stepped behind her next. This was peak humiliation for Kelly. This morning Kelly and Jennifer were equals and now Kelly is bent over a stool with her naked ass up, and Jennifer is about to spank her like some naughty little girl.

Kelly’s was waiting for the spanks, but instead she felt two fingers slide deep inside her pussy. She was so wet, Jennifer’s fingers slide all the way in with no friction at all. Kelly tried to suppress a moan. She looked up at the faces of her co-workers watching her. She couldn’t tell if they knew that Jennifer had her fingers inside her. She felt the fingers start to slowly thrust in and out, and at the same time she felt the slaps on her ass. Jennifer was finger fucking her with one hand, and spank her ass with the other.

It felt like longer than all the men, maybe even longer than all the men combined. Eventually Jennifer stopped.

Kelly stood up, wobbly on her feet, and clumsily pulled the dress back down.

“You did great. It takes a lot of grit to face your mistakes and a lot of integrity to accept the punishment. Great job Kelly” said Mike.

Jennifer made eye contact with Kelly, gave her a wink, and then slowly licked one of her fingers. Kelly could only guess that it was the finger that was inside her moments ago, no doubt covered in her juices.

Mike raised his drink – “To Kelly. She made a mistake but like a trooper she took her dues.”

Everyone raised their own drinks and joined in the congratulatory toast – yelling phrases like “Great Job” and “Way to Go.”

Kelly was too horny to think straight. The spanking, the exposure and the humiliation unleashed some internal crazed lust. This was addictive and she was soaking wet. She realized that the last time she even remotely felt like this was when she first discovered porn – the sheer profanity of it all was like a wall of lust that washed over her. She felt like that now – like she discovered something amazing and needed more of it.

Everyone else moved on to some riveting conversation about some office gossip.

Her little yellow thong was right there on the table in plain sight. Frank left it there after showing everyone how wet she was.

Maybe sensing that Kelly was staring at her panties. He reached out, and rubbed them between his fingers, and then gave her a wink.

“Kelly?!” said Mike loudly.

“Sorry, I was a little lost in thought. What was the question?”

“We were discussing how we can increase productivity. We all agreed that stress was the major cause of loss of productivity. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I guess people don’t think straight when they are horny. Shit. Sorry, I mean when they are stressed” blurted Kelly, face flushed from her slip up.

“Right, I guess being horny will also make people less focused” said Mike laughing.

“Alright team. I think its time I call it quits. I recommend you do the same. We all have a full day tomorrow.”

Mike walked up to each person and professionally shook their hand, even Jennifer got a professional hand shake. Kelly was last. Instead of shaking her hand, Mike pulled her into a hug, his hand low on Kelly’s back as he pushed her against his body.

“You did great today” he whispered into her ear.

“All right. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.”

Peter was next. He gave her an awkward hug, thanked her and left.

Only Frank and Jennifer were left.

Frank was next. He pulled Kelly into a hug, pressing her body against his. He was hard, and she immediately felt his hard cock pressed against her. The next thing she felt was her dress being pulled up, and his hands squeezing her naked ass, inches from her pussy.

“You pussy smells delicious” Frank whispered to her.

After a few more ass squeezes, he finally let he go, waved goodbye and, still grinning, left.

Kelly was left in a horny daze. Most of her dress was unbuttoned. Her bra fully on display, and part her dark areolas peaking out above the bra that somehow got askew.

“You got used pretty hard today. Let me give you a ride home” said Jennifer.

She took Kelly by the hand and led her out of the bar and to her car.

“You’re a slut” said Jennifer without preamble when the girls settled-in inside the car.

“I am not” responded Kelly defensively.

“You were soaking wet back there, and you’re soaking wet now.”

Jennifer had the car moving now, focused on getting them out of the parking lot and on their way.

Kelly stayed quite.

After a few minutes of quite, Jennifer continued.

“Do you want to fuck Mike?”

“No.”

“I bet you want to fuck Frank. Be honest. I saw your face when Frank had his hands on your ass. I bet you wanted him to finger bang you like a needy slut. Maybe you wanted to be stripped naked and tagged teamed by Mike and Frank. I bet you want to have Mike’s cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.”

The girls rode in silence for a few minutes, each reflecting.

“Listen to me carefully. I worked really fucking hard to get to the position I have. And I didn’t do it with my legs up and my tits out. I am going to get the promotion by being good at my job, and not by being a whore” said Jennifer matter-of-factly.

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