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One day during my junior year in college, I sat down next to a pretty girl in the cafeteria, hoping to get to know her. I had seen her in my physics class and decided to approach her as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She had long beautiful red hair that flowed down past her shoulders and terrific legs.

Her name was Angie, and she had a bubbly personality. I finally got the nerve to ask her out on a date and she agreed to go out with me the next Friday night for dinner. I picked her up at her apartment and over dinner we discovered that we had a few things in common, and she agreed to “date” me for a while.

We subsequently enjoyed going to a concert, to the movies and to dinner several times. It didn’t seem odd to me that she would only go out on a Friday night. After dinner one Friday night, I could not resist it any longer, and when we kissed goodnight on her doorstep, it became very passionate, and she asked me to come inside.

“Let me see if my roommate is here; if not, we can have some fun,” she whispered.

Luckily for me, her roommate was out and had left a note that she was visiting someone but would be home in a couple of hours.

Angie and I soon got into it and to my surprise, she wasn’t interested in much foreplay; she didn’t even let me play with her boobs. After some serious kissing, she practically insisted on sucking me off.

“It’s something that I really like doing the first time I’m alone with a guy, so I hope you don’t mind?” She asked.

“Why would I mind if a beautiful girl wants to suck me off? And I’ll gladly return the favor.”

“That would be great because I really prefer oral sex.”

When we were finished kissing and finally naked on her bed, I laid there and let her have her way with me. She basically worshipped my cock, licking it, stroking it and taking it slowly in and out of her mouth. Just watching her made me harder.

When I started getting tense and it was evident that I was close, she lifted her mouth off me momentarily.

“Just let me know when you’re gonna come,” she said. I noticed that she had a small hand towel next to her on the bed.

When I could hold out no longer, I warned her, and she used her fist to pump my load into her mouth. When I had finished, she took her mouth off of me and spit my cum into the towel. It didn’t retract from the fact that overall she gave me a great blowjob.

I had promised reciprocation and I was ready to comply. Not only was she pretty, but even as a girl of 21, she had the body of a cheerleader, and I was in love with her legs.

“I like to watch when a guy goes down on me,” she said. “Would it be okay if I sit on your face?”

“Are you kidding? Every guy loves to have a girl sit on his face.”

I laid back on her bed and she got comfortable, holding the headboard and looking down as my mouth disappeared under her. I nuzzled my face in her red pubic hair and slowly licked her outer lips. Her smell was intoxicating and my cock was at attention right away.

I wanted to make her feel good so I teased her with my tongue, probing her, then licking and sucking her entrance and occasionally licking her clit. When escort bursa she started moving, gyrating her pussy on my mouth, I locked my lips over her clit and sucked gently.

“Oh, baby, don’t stop, don’t move, right there…right there!” she moaned.

I let her ride my face for her orgasm, and when she finally calmed down, I locked my arms around her thighs, held her tightly against my face, and licked her clit until she came again. When she finally climbed off of me, I was hard and ready to fuck her, but I was disappointed to discover that fucking was not on her mind.

“That was awesome, but my roommate should be back pretty soon, so you’d better go,” she said.

I got dressed to leave with my erection painfully tucked into my pants.

“When can I see you again?” I asked, expecting it to be a Friday night.

“Why don’t you come over Sunday afternoon? We can stay in and…you know.”

“Sunday would be great and I can hardly wait.”

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When she answered the door Sunday afternoon, her beautiful red hair was swept up on top of her head. I could see the outline of her nipples under her blouse and her skirt was short and tight. As soon as we sat down on her sofa, she started kissing me. She was as enthusiastic as ever and soon I had an erection.

She sat up and took off her blouse and told me to lie down with my head in her lap. When I did, she leaned over and fed me her nipples, one at a time. I licked and sucked her breasts while she squeezed my cock through my pants.

When I stood up to take off my clothes, she took off her skirt and laid back on the sofa, spreading her legs for me. She obviously didn’t want to waste time because she had not worn panties. As I knelt between her legs, I noticed that she had shaved her pussy; the majority of that sexy red pubic hair was gone.

I went for her pussy anyway, and she was wet and ready in no time. She pulled me up to kiss her as I felt her hand on my cock.

She quickly grabbed my cock and eased the tip inside her, and she hooked her legs behind me. I laid on top of her, licking and sucking her nipples while I slid my cock deep inside her. She lifted her hips up, taking me deeply with every stroke.

I felt her heels digging into the back of my legs and she had closed her eyes. She moaned, “Oh, shit, I can’t believe I’m coming already!”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, stupidly.

“No, but tell me and then pull out before you come, okay?”

I had no objection and I continued fucking and soon felt the feeling rushing through my body. Seconds before I knew I would shoot, I warned her.

“I’m gonna cum in a couple seconds.”

As I lifted off of her and my cock popped out of her, she wriggled out from under me, slid down on the floor and put her mouth over my cock. She slid her mouth down over it just as I shot my load and she continued to suck until I was spent. I watched as she swallowed my cum and licked her lips.

“Damn, you’re really hot,” I panted.

“You’re a good fuck and I promise we’ll do it longer than that next time.”

“Terrific! When?”

“Next görükle escort Sunday afternoon, right here?”

“That works for me.”

We both had a drink and got dressed and she kissed me passionately when I left.

But on Monday, I received a phone call.

“Hi, Ben, it’s Angie. Can you come over tomorrow night? I’m really horny and I’ll make it worth your while?”

Surprised but pleased that she wanted to see me, I readily agreed.

Tuesday night, when I arrived at her apartment, Angie was wearing a robe and slippers. Confused, I asked, “Aren’t we going out?”

“No, I really need to get off; is that okay?”

“Sure, as long as you take care of me; I’ll do whatever you want.”

She led me to her bedroom and stood by the edge of her bed. I noticed that her hair was down again, hanging down over her shoulders.

“I love seeing a guy’s head between my legs. Will you kneel down in front of me and let me watch you eat me?”

“Of course; I’m just excited to be here,” I said.

I knelt down in front of her as she took off the robe and I wasn’t surprised to see her naked. She leaned back against the edge of the bed and spread her legs for me. I reached up behind her, holding her firm buttocks in my hands and prepared to drive her crazy with my tongue.

When I pressed my face into her pussy, I noticed that her red pubic hair had grown back and she had a full bush. I hesitated and sat back on my haunches for a second.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“The day before yesterday your pussy was shaved smooth and somehow you have grown back a full bush in less than 48 hours.”

She studied the confused look on my face for a minute and then put her robe back on. She dug her phone out of her purse and started dialing.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just a second,” she replied, and then she started talking into her phone.

“He figured it out,” she said to someone, “We didn’t think about the pubic hair thing.”

“Who is that? And what’s going on?” I asked as I stood up, ready to leave.

Just then I heard a girl’s voice from the doorway of Angie’s bedroom.

“Hi, I’m Annie,” she said.

But it was Angie, except she was fully clothed. I looked at the girl in the doorway, then at Angie on the bed, naked, and then back at the girl in the doorway.

“Identical twins, Ben,” Angie said. “When one of us finds a guy whom we think can take care of both of us, we both check the guy out and if he can satisfy both of us, we offer to date him.”

“Both of you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Annie answered as she came in and sat by me on the bed. “Here’s the way it works; you have sex with Angie and me at least once a week, or more if we really need you.”

“Both at the same time?” I asked, still a little confused but getting horny.

“Not exactly,” explained Angie. “When we are having our period…”

“And yes, we have them at the same time,” added Annie.

“As I was saying, “Angie continued, “when we are having our period, you can count on unlimited blowjobs from me.”

“Or hand jobs from me. By the way, I swallow, but Angie won’t, so even though she loves sucking dick you might consider using me for a good blowjob.”

I sat there a little befuddled but obviously intrigued with the idea of having sex with both these beautiful girls.

“Oh, one more thing;” added Angie, “after our period, we’re pretty horny so THAT’S when you can count on a threesome with us.”

Annie giggled. “And it won’t be a quickie, babe; we stretch our orgasms out over the weekend, so you’ll need help getting back to your car.”

“AND,” Angie said, “we keep the relationship going as long as we want or unless we find another guy we want to date.”

“So,” Annie asked, “What do you think?”

“I think I’m gonna have to get some Viagra, but I’m in if you’ll have me.”

“Oh, we’re gonna have you all right,” said Annie, taking off her clothes. “Today is your lucky day; it’s threesome Tuesday, baby!”

Suddenly I was pushed onto my back again and Angie was settling her already wet pussy down on my face as Annie started sucking my cock. I had no idea how I could possibly satisfy both these girls, but I knew I would die trying.

Once my erection was at full staff, Annie slid her tight pussy down over it and I was in heaven; a perfect threesome. Annie was kind and took her time, slowly working my cock but not to the point of orgasm. Angie seemed particularly horny and rubbed one out on my face. I only got to taste and suck her juices after she had already come.

The girls silently switched places and we were off to the races. Who would come first, me or one of them or both of them? The stubble around Annie’s pussy scraped my lips and chin as she ground herself down onto my face. She finally settled down and let me use my tongue. She tasted differently from Angie, but it was really exciting to have both of them using me.

“Tell me when you’re gonna come,” panted Annie.

I had been trying to ignore Angie as she rode my cock, bouncing up and down on it with a vengeance. I took Annie’s request as a sign that they wanted me to come soon. It didn’t take much effort, because when Annie squeezed her legs on my face, I started feeling the rush.

“Mmmm,” I moaned into her pussy.

Angie lifted off of my cock just as Annie got off of my face and switched around to a sixty-nine position. Angie played with my balls and pumped my cock with her fist as Annie sucked my cock. Annie’s sitting on my face turned me on and the whole “two-on-one” thing was more than I could handle.

I came, shooting a very respectable load into Annie’s mouth as Angie milked my cock with her hand. I moaned into Annie’s pussy, completely drained. Annie moaned as she came but didn’t take her mouth off my cock. When she finally did, they took turns licking and sucking my cock and, as exhausted as I felt, my cock stayed hard.

“You know,” I signed loudly, “I might have to rethink this agreement; you two are very capable of killing me with pleasure.”

They both laughed.

“Well, as we warned you, our version of a threesome involves both of us getting off orally and by fucking,” advised Angie.

“And probably more than once,” Annie added.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, we’ll feed you and let you rest a little,” said Angie.

“Yeah” Annie added, “you can rest while we feed you.”

“But your cock is gonna be hard for a long time,” said Angie with a smile.

But my smile was bigger than theirs.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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NOTE: This story involves elements of cheating, submission, cuckolding, and even homosexual moments. If you don’t enjoy these things, you should not read any further.

“Please, have a seat and get comfortable.” Serena told her new clients.

Ben, 28, entered the office with his wife Summer, 24. Ben was wearing jeans and a shirt while Summer had on purple leggings and a white crop top, showing off her feminine curves and 34D breasts.

Serena crossed her legs, notebook and pen ready, and smiled at them.

“I’d like to welcome you both.” Serena said. “As a therapist, my specialty is in relationships, specifically areas that pertain to sex. I know we had a brief discussion when you made the appointment, but why don’t you tell me a bit about yourselves and why you’re here today?”

Ben and Summer looked at each other and took a deep breath. They then turned back to Serena.

“I’m Ben and this is my wife Summer.”

Serena smiled and made a quick note.

“We’ve been married just over two years.” Ben continued. “We love each other and I truly believe we’re soulmates, but there was an… incident… that happened a few days ago that we’d like some help navigating.”

Serena continued making notes. “Please continue.”

Ben looked at his wife again before continuing.

“Well, I came home from work early.” Ben explained. “I heard moaning coming from the bedroom and I assumed Summer was just playing with herself.”

“Do you masturbate often, Summer?” Serena interjected.

Summer nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Fantastic!” Serena said, turning back to Ben. “So you heard moaning…”

“Right.” Ben confirmed. “I approached the bedroom and saw her discarded panties in the hallway. I was expecting to see her enjoying her fingers or one of her many toys. Instead… I noticed she wasn’t alone. As I peeked into the room, I saw her on top of another man. Her back was to me and I saw a very thick and impressive penis thrusting into her incredible ass.”

“Oh my!” Serena exclaimed as she made a note. “Summer… is your husband’s story accurate?”

Summer nodded again. “Yes, he’s correct.”

“Interesting. Thank you for being honest.” Serena added before turning back to Ben. “And how did that make you feel? Seeing your wife engaged in anal sex with another man?”

“That’s the weird part. It was shocking and surreal… but I didn’t feel angry at all. Watching that big cock slide up her ass turned me on.” Ben admitted. “Before I could fully process what I was witnessing, I was rock hard.”

Serena smirked. “I see. And did you confront your wife and her lover?”

“No, I didn’t. I could tell how much she was enjoying herself and I didn’t want to take that pleasure away from her.”

“So you continued watching them have sex together?”

“Only for a few more seconds. Like I said, I was rock hard and I knew I needed to jerk off.” Ben explained. “I grabbed Summer’s discarded panties and snuck into the closet of the guest bedroom. Her underwear was really damp, which means she was really horny for whoever was fucking her. I took my penis out and started to jerk off while sniffing her dirty panties.”

“And did you achieve orgasm?” Serena asked.

“Oh yeah.” Ben answered. “It didn’t take long at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about that huge, veiny shaft pumping balls deep into her tight ass. After a few pumps, I knew I was close, so I wrapped her soaking wet panties around the head of my cock and unloaded. It felt like the biggest cumshot I’ve ever experienced.”

Serena nodded her as she made more notes.

“This is fascinating.” She told the married couple. “And what did you do after ejaculating into your wife’s underwear?”

“I stayed in the closet and waited for them to finish.”

“That was very considerate of you.” Serena said with a smile. “And at what point did you feel comfortable coming out of the closet?”

Ben cleared his throat, caught off guard by her choice of words.

“I heard them walking down the hall and then a few minutes later I heard Summer turn on the shower.” Ben answered. “That’s when I zipped up my pants and finally came out of the closet.”

“Perfect.” Serena added, making another note. “It seems we have quite a bit to unpack here. But I’d still like to hear more from you, Ben. Once you came out, did you finally confront Summer?”

“I sat on the edge of the bed with her panties next to me while she finished showering.” Ben continued. “When Summer came back into the bedroom, she saw me. And then she saw her underwear and I guess she realized I knew about her riding that big dick.”

“And how did your wife react at that point?”

“She started to apologize and tell me she loved me but I put my hand up to stop her. I told her I wasn’t mad. I still don’t know what I was feeling, but it wasn’t anger.”

“I see.” Serena said as she made another note. “Was it jealousy? Humiliation?”

“Maybe a little bit. But there was something else… I don’t know… desire? As I sat there, I already knew that I wanted her to bursa escort bayan do it again.”

“Very interesting. Why do you think you wanted your wife to cheat on you again?”

“Honestly… I’ve been asking her for anal sex for years. Summer always told me anal wasn’t her thing.” Ben answered. “But seeing how easily that massive penis slid up her butthole, it’s obvious that she’s no stranger to having a cock in her ass.”

“Got it.” Serena said. “So in a way, you were able to live vicariously through the man who was making love to your wife’s rear end?”

“I guess?”

“Fantastic!” Serena added. She then turned her attention to Summer. “Is your husband’s assumption accurate? Would you consider yourself to be seasoned and experienced in regards to anal sex?”

Summer grinned and nodded. “Yes, I’ve had a lot of experience with it.”

“And was it only with the gentleman your husband saw you with?”

“His name is Greg.” Summer told her. “And no, I’ve enjoyed anal sex with lots of different guys.”

“Greg.” Serena repeated, writing down the name of Summer’s lover. “So… you say that multiple men have engaged in anal sex with you, Summer. May I ask why you’re hesitant to allow your own husband penetrate your anus?”

Summer took a deep breath and grabbed Ben’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Like Ben said, we love each other. And he is my soulmate.” Summer began. “I have no problem having sex with my husband. But for me, if I’m going to allow a man to use my ass… I want it to be memorable. Powerful. I need him to have… a certain length… you know?”

“Ah, I see.” Serena said. “And I’m guessing that you feel your husband doesn’t meet this length requirement?”

“Exactly. But we’ve talked about it before and Ben is aware of my feelings on the matter.”

Serena smiled and turned back to Ben. “Would you feel comfortable discussing the topic of penis size with us today, Ben?”

“That’s fine. We’re here to be open and honest, right?”

“That’s right.” Serena confirmed with an excited giggle. “So Ben… can you tell me how you measure up when you’re fully aroused?”

Ben cleared his throat again as he prepared to answer.

“I’m right around four and a quarter inches.”

“Great!” Serena said, making a note of his answer. “It’s not the smallest in the world. Studies indicate that the average male penis is between five and five and a half inches when erect. So you’re just a little below average.”

Summer gave Ben’s hand another squeeze.

“And Summer…” Serena continued. “…tell me more about your threshold for anal sex. How big does a man need to be to gain access?”

“I prefer at least seven inches if I’m going to let a guy fuck me in the butt.” Summer answered. “But I can make an exception down to six inches if he’s really cute.”

Serena nodded in understanding.

“It’s clear that Ben does not meet your self-imposed requirements. Do you foresee a possibility where that might change?”

“I don’t think so.” Summer told the therapist. “I know Ben is obsessed with my ass, but if I make a compromise there, what good are any of my other personal standards?”

“That’s a valid point.” Serena agreed. “You say Ben is obsessed with your rear. Have you allowed him to explore that area by any other means, such as with his hands or mouth?”

“Absolutely!” Summer confirmed. “He’s surprisingly talented with his tongue, whether he’s eating my pussy or my asshole.”

“Wonderful.” Serena said. “So then the restriction on anal sex is strictly due to his penis size?”

“Correct.”

Serena smiled as she made more notes. “Have you and your wife ever discussed your penis size, Ben?”

“Yeah.” Ben answered with a shy grin. “She likes to tease me about it sometimes.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“Oddly enough… it kind of turns me on.” Ben continued as his face turned red. “Sometimes during sex, she’ll whisper into my ear and ask if I’m still inside her. As if she can’t feel my dick.”

“And it excites you when she says that?”

“Yeah, I usually cum pretty quick when she teases me during sex.”

“That’s very interesting.” Serena noted. “It sounds like you might have a little bit of a humiliation fetish.”

“That’s definitely possible.”

“Perhaps that’s why you got so turned on when you saw your wife with Greg.” Serena told him. “Seeing your wife with another man. Seeing him penetrate her, particularly in the one specific hole that she doesn’t allow you to enter.”

Ben took a moment to consider Serena’s suggestion, feeling aroused at the realization.

“You could be onto something.”

“I think so too.” Serena said with a smile. “How big do you think he is, Ben? If you had to guess?”

“Gosh, I don’t know.” Ben answered with a nervous chuckle. “Massive? Can I just use massive as a size guess?”

“Eight and a half.” Summer happily chimed in. “Greg’s cock is eight and a half inches when he’s hard.”

“Oh my!” Serena exclaimed. “That means that Greg’s bursa escort sitesi penis is literally twice the size of your husband’s. Do you think that size was a factor in deciding to have sex with Greg?”

“Without a doubt.” Summer confirmed. “I always thought Greg was an attractive man, but once I found out how big his dick was I knew I wanted it inside me. So his size was definitely a big factor, no pun intended.”

“Any thoughts on that, Ben?”

“It was a magnificent penis.” Ben admitted. “I was happy to see Summer getting to experience it. I was happy to finally see a dick in her ass, even though it wasn’t mine.”

“That’s a very mature mindset, Ben.” Serena stated. “Placing your wife’s pleasure and satisfaction above your own wants and desires. Do you think that’s why you said you wanted Summer to have intercourse with Greg again? So that she could experience that intense pleasure again?”

“I think that’s part of it. Another part is that… I’d like to at least watch. If Summer isn’t going to let me fuck her in the ass, I feel like the next best thing would be watching someone else fuck her in the ass. Especially someone with a big, beautiful cock like Greg’s. I know that probably sounds weird.”

“I don’t think that sounds weird at all.” Serena replied. “It sounds like a husband who cares about his wife’s happiness and well-being. Are you familiar with the term ‘cuckold’?”

“Yes. I’ve come across that term several times when watching porn.”

“Excellent!” Serena added. “Because based on what I’m hearing, it sounds like you enjoy the idea of Summer cuckolding you.”

“I’m not sure I’d go that far.”

“Why not?” Serena asked. “You already admitted that seeing her with Greg turned you on. So much so that you masturbated after you saw them having sex together. And you’ve also expressed a desire for your wife to have sex with Greg again, even going so far as to say you’d like to be a spectator while he penetrates her anally.”

Ben cleared his throat as he tried to formulate an argument.

“But if I were a cuckold, that would mean that I wouldn’t get to have sex with her.”

“Not necessarily.” Serena said. “There are varying degrees of cuckolding and the exact situation is determined by the couple. Summer seems to not mind having standard vaginal intercourse with you. Her only hard no is in regard to you breaching her anus with your penis. Right?”

“I suppose so, yes.” Ben stammered. “But I don’t want her to fall in love with someone else.”

“Honey, you’re my soulmate. I love you!” Summer interjected with a giggle. “Just because I like having Greg stuff my ass with his cock doesn’t mean that I’m in love with him. That’s just sex… at the end of the day, you’re my husband.”

“See? Your wife gets it!” Serena added. “Being a cuckold isn’t about losing access to your wife’s body, it’s about expanding her access to more lovers. It’s a celebration of her vitality and sexuality. You stated earlier that you enjoy it when Summer teases you about your size, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“That’s perfect. Imagine…” Serena continued. “…imagine Summer on top of you, grinding her body on yours. As you make love to your wife, she tells you about a recent lover. Perhaps Greg. Perhaps another man. Perhaps multiple men. As you make love to your wife, she describes every inch of their body. Telling you how big their manhood is. Telling you how many orgasms they gave her. Telling you where they chose to ejaculate, whether in her or on her. And then she thanks you for being man enough to allow her that pleasure. Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

Ben tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants as he imagined the scenario.

“Yes, that would turn me on and probably make me cum fairly quickly.” He finally admitted.

Serena clasped her hands together with a beaming smile. “Excellent! Admitting that is a big step, Ben. You should be proud.”

Ben blushed as he felt Summer pat and squeeze his thigh affectionately.

“Summer… you seem excited.”

“Oh yeah!” She confirmed as she moved her hand to Ben’s lap. “I enjoy having sex with well-hung men. Knowing I’ll be able to do that more often without feeling guilty is exhilarating.”

“That certainly makes sense.” Serena said, grinning as she noticed Summer’s hand on Ben’s crotch. “Having a partner who understands and supports your needs can be quite liberating. And Ben, your support of Summer might open the door for her to support some of your kinks.”

“You mean like letting me fuck her in the ass?”

“Well no, it sounds like anal sex is off the table.” Serena clarified with a giggle. “But you said you wanted to watch your wife while she was with another man. Perhaps Summer will let you explore that. Maybe she’ll let you help her bring pleasure to her lovers.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You could use your mouth to get them revved up before they make love to her.” Serena added. “Or maybe you could lick them clean after they’re done exploring the depths of your wife’s bowels.”

“No offense, but that sounds gay.” Ben protested. “I’m not gay.”

Serena giggled again.

“I’m not implying that you’re homosexual, Ben.” Serena told him. “You’re married to a beautiful woman! But I do sense some… perhaps… bisexuality? Or at the very least, some bi-curiosity.”

Ben shifted uncomfortably as Summer’s hand remained on his crotch.

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Serena said. “It’s natural for a cuckold to be enamored with the men his wife sleeps with. Specifically their sexual equipment. The size, the shape.”

“Well… I would expect that they should be bigger than me.”

“That can be one of the rules… Summer can only sleep with men who have a penis longer than four inches.”

“Four and a quarter.” Ben corrected.

“Right! Sorry, we can’t forget that extra quarter inch.” Serena giggled. “In addition to focusing on the penis size of Summer’s current and future lovers, you’ve been very complimentary of Greg’s manhood during our session.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Oh Ben…” Serena continued. “… I’ve been keeping track. Based on my notes, you’ve complimented Greg’s penis eight times. Ranging from things like huge or massive to other descriptions like veiny… and even beautiful.”

“Plus your cock is hard, sweetie!” Summer noted, gripping Ben’s crotch even harder through his jeans. “Don’t be embarassed. I think it’s kind of cute that you like Greg’s dick so much. You saw firsthand how much I like it.”

“Yeah, but…” Ben panted as Summer rubbed between his legs. “…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Ben. Don’t be ashamed of your feelings.” Serena encouraged. “Seeing Greg’s well-endowed penis in your wife’s rear end made a very big impression on you. Embrace it!”

Summer started to rub him harder.

“Admit to yourself and to your wife that you feel an attraction to Greg’s manhood.” Serena added as she watched Summer’s hand. “Wouldn’t you like to wrap your hand around it? Experience what it’s like to hold a big, above average penis in your palm for once?”

Ben closed his eyes, overwhelmed by their teasing.

“Fine! I think Greg’s cock is sexy!” Ben yelled out. “I want to see it rammed into my wife’s ass again. And yes, I’d love to hold it. Maybe even kiss it. Or run my tongue up the shaft!”

With a loud moan, Ben accepted his orgasm, ejaculating into his pants. It didn’t take long for a prominent wet spot to form in his jeans.

Summer finally pulled her hand away, giggling with glee as she saw the wet spot.

“I’m so proud of you, honey!” She said. “Proud of us.”

“What a beautiful display, Ben.” Serena added, staring at his cum stain. “I think you and Summer have a very bright future ahead.”

“I promise I’m going to fuck so many guys, sweetie!” Summer told him before kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Ben replied.

Serena smiled and made more notes.

“Today was a great start for you both.” Serena told them. “I’d like you to come back for another session next week… and I’d like you to ask Greg to join us.”

Ben and Summer exchanged surprised glances.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ben asked.

“I’m positive.” Serena confirmed. “In the meantime, carry on with your normal routine. Have sex together if you want to. Ben, keep watching porn and masturbating regularly. But I want you to try challenging yourself… try not to touch yourself unless there’s a naked man on the screen. This will help you associate the male body with your own pleasure.”

“Umm… okay.” Ben said. “I’ll do my best.”

“Great!” Serena added. “And if you two have time, do some research together on cuckolding. It might give you some fun ideas to try.”

Ben and Summer both shook their head in agreement.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you next week!”

***

A week later, Ben and Summer returned amd took a seat on the couch. Greg, 30, was also present and he sat down on the other side of Summer.

Serena smiled at them as she reasoed her notebook.

“Welcome back!” She said before turning to the new guest. “And Greg, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of good things about you.”

“Thanks.” Greg replied.

“Did Ben and Summer mention why I asked you to join us?”

“Summer said it had something to do with us fucking.” Greg answered.

“That’s correct.” Serena said. “I met with them last week and Ben opened up about how much he enjoyed seeing you make love to his wife.”

“Yeah, Summer told me he jerked off into her panties or something.”

“He sure did.”

“And he came in his pants during our last session, too.” Summer added.

Ben felt his face turn red as the details were shared.

“So, Ben… Summer…” Serena continued. “… how have things been this past week? Have you been exploring your new lifestyle?”

“Yes. We have.” Ben answered.

“That’s fantastic!” Serena exclaimed. “Please, feel free to share any details you’d like.”

Ben cleared his throat nervously. “I’m a little shy mentioning certain things in front of Greg.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Greg said with a laugh. “You’re letting me fuck your wife! And I’m not one to shame anyone for their kinks, no matter how wild.”

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17 April 4XXX. It’s a normal day, and Elizabeth laughs as she finishes her shot of whiskey. Elizabeth smiles up at her girlfriend, Maya. They’ve had a wonderful date at her home that started early in the morning, eating Maya’s cooking and just relaxing. Maya cooked some chicken parm, one of her favourites. Also, the TV in the background is still on from the 4-hour movie marathon of her favourite movies, so Elizabeth is rather content after today. She’s touched by how thoughtful Maya has been, clearly, she’s done her best to make today a happy day for her. However, it’s past noon, and Elizabeth sadly has to leave to head home to do some work.

While Elizabeth’s been enjoying herself, she can tell that Maya’s been a bit nervous, fidgeting and paying particularly close attention to the food and drinks. Maybe it’s just Maya wanting things to be perfect for her? But Elizabeth suspects there’s something she’s hiding, which is usually the case with how nervous she is. Maybe it’s just something to do with work or some surprise that she’ll tell her about eventually, as her birthday is coming up, and the surprise is not worth spoiling if so. Maybe a gift she’s been eyeing? Who knows with Maya really?

Elizabeth yawns, staring at the clock that struck 2 pm just minutes ago. She’s feeling rather tired, which is a surprise because normally she wouldn’t be this exhausted this early in the afternoon. “Gonna head home if that’s ok?”. Maya nods, standing up and reaching out to squeeze Elizabeth’s hand. “Let me escort you to the door.” Elizabeth barely notices the nervous quiver in her girlfriend’s voice, though she doesn’t think much of it.

Elizabeth turns around to walk to the door, chatting some more about their next date with Maya, when a spell of dizziness hits her. She stumbles and falls, feeling Maya’s arms catch hold of her. When she looks to Maya to tell her she’s alright, she can only see a sad smile on her girlfriend’s face, before her eyes close and she falls into the depths of unconsciousness.

—

Maya looks down at her unconscious girlfriend in her arms, and she sighs. Hopefully, she understands what she’s doing is for her. She’s had to lie and bluff enough already today, hopefully, she can forgive her for this. She traces the side of her face with her hand before slowly dragging her back towards the living room. The sleeping drug she was given worked perfectly, and now all she has to do is prepare her for retrieval. She lays Elizabeth down on the carpeted floor, grabbing one of the sofa cushions to place under her head.

She’s glad Elizabeth enjoys wearing dresses, and that she has one on right now. It’s always a joy to look at her in some of her dresses that show off her body, but it’s also relatively easy to strip it off of her while she’s passed out. After the dress, she’s left in a pair of black underwear. Even with something so simple, Elizabeth still looks extremely gorgeous, she’s really lucky to have a girlfriend like this.

Maya fondles her a bit, enjoying grabbing her boobs through the bra. They’re relatively small, smaller than her C cups anyway, but she still enjoys them very much. Maya sighs, she doesn’t have much time before she has to be ready. She strips Elizabeth’s underwear off her, and she now sleeps there in the nude. Maya has seen her like this before, but well, it feels a lot different, and honestly, Maya feels not a bit of shame seeing Elizabeth like this. But it’s fine, it’ll be worth it.

Maya retrieves the outfit she was given to put on Elizabeth, putting it on quickly. First, she locks a ring gag on her, then the collar with a bag to cover her girlfriend’s head. Finally, a set of cuffs is attached to each limb, all connected with chains that force her into a hogtie. Checking to make sure she’s breathing fine, she then waits for an employee of the company she hired to arrive, busying herself with cleaning the table

She hears a bell ring at her door not long after. When she goes to open it, she’s greeted by 3 men in suits and sunglasses. She sees that one of them has a name tag with the logo of the company she hired, Fantastical Alterations. “Is this the residence of Ms. Holland?” Maya nods, opening the door and gesturing inside. “The package is in the living room.”

The men enter, carrying a metal panel with them. Elizabeth’s unconscious body is lifted and dropped on the panel, which rapidly transforms into a box with the click of a button. Maya noticed none of the men did anything unwarranted to Elizabeth, and she’s grateful for that. Professional, she thought, though Maya guiltily considers that if she were worried about Elizabeth being touched without consent, she wouldn’t have done this in the first place.

The lead man hands Maya a digital pad with the contracts and a holographic pen. “Sign here and here. The product will be ready on the 12th, and it’ll be delivered right here.”

Maya nods, skimming through the document of acceptance and signing at the dotted lines, bursa bayan eskort handing the pad back. With that, they leave, and just like that, they’re gone as quickly as they arrived, though this time with a tied-up Elizabeth alongside them.

Maya sighs, moving to the couch to switch to a different TV. Hopefully, Elizabeth will enjoy the result, even if it might not be the best start. Either way, nothing she can do now but wait.

—

A week later – on her birthday, so she’s been told – 878 finds herself stuffed inside a crate. She can feel the ground moving underneath her, surmising that she’s in a truck being transported to who knows where. She doesn’t care much at this point, with how much she’s been irreparably broken and changed over the past week. She’s been left reeling, with one new thing after another, all adding to the despair and exhaustion that has settled into her soul. Feelings she might not even be able to express. She’s been mostly unconscious this past week, but the moments she woke up to have been filled with horror, and she shudders even now. She hates what’s been done to her – though, above all, Maya’s betrayal is what broke her the most.

She shifts, trying to find a better position to rest in the box. As she does, the bell attached to the collar welded around her neck rings loudly, though she doesn’t notice except when the bell sometimes bumps into her chest. All four of her ears are filled with earplugs, preventing her from hearing anything about where she’s headed: two of them are her regular human ears, while the other two are those added to her, cow ears, relatively larger in size and more sensitive. Two of the many changes that were done to her body as part of the transformation.

Her transformation… She’s no longer human, apparently, and isn’t that the most disheartening thing to know? Other than the new set of ears, she has extra appendages in a set of horns on her head and a tail that would normally swish around when she has the space to do so. The box isn’t the only restrictive thing that’s happened to her. Her hair has been permanently removed from every area of her body, and it can never grow again. She has a wig on her head, and while she can’t remember it fully, she knows deep in her heart that she loved her hair, and the loss is another wound unto herself, even if it’s far from the worst crime committed to her this week.

She can feel the matching stockings and opera gloves glued to her skin, her arms and legs colored in black and white cow print. Her feet are stuffed into tall, hoof-shaped shoes, forcing her onto her tiptoes as if she were in heels. Then, to add insult to injury, they welded shackles and attached a chain between them, forcing her into a permanent hobble. She was asked to walk during the week and almost immediately fell, yet she has to get used to it because those are not coming off. She couldn’t use her arms anymore, locked behind her back in a box tie. Her hands are equally as useless, as they’ve been forcibly balled into fists under the gloves, unable to open.

She wants to scream, yet the ring gag forced into her mouth stops her from saying anything coherent, especially alongside the long dildo plug stuffed deep down to the back of her throat. The plug is removable, but both the gag and the blindfold over her eyes have been glued to her face: even more of her agency gone with the wind.

At the very least, her boobs are much larger now. F-sized breasts that are barely covered by a thin cow print bikini top, which, alongside a G-string, are the only other two pieces of clothing attached to her body right now. Though, underneath them, her nipples and clit throb, both having been pierced, rings welded in place to be unremovable. Her body isn’t the only thing that’s been changed, to her dismay. She remembers Maya’s name, but her memory has been modified as another perversion, most of it blurred as an attempt at dehumanising her.

They succeeded. 878 felt so lost and angry and so inhuman, the loss of her name shaking her to her core. She knows she had a human name once, yet she can’t remember what it is. She feels helpless, and her bindings – being functionally blind and mute – certainly don’t make things better. The helpless feeling is warranted, after all, she doesn’t just feel helpless; she’s dependent on others to live. She knows this probably isn’t the full extent of what’s been done to her, but she’s not sure she wants to know. Is her mind really her own? She had a lot of time in the box with nothing to do but think.

As she shifts again, the slight, constant ache in her pussy bothers her. She really needs release, but she can’t do much right now. The fact that she’s aroused by this situation is upsetting, even if this is something she’s theoretically fantasised about before. Is that why Maya did it? Even then, being thrust into this has been awful, and she didn’t want it to be anything more than a fantasy.

She bursa escort bayan holds a sliver of hope that it isn’t permanent – that her dreams and hopes haven’t turned to dust – her dreams that she can’t remember. She knows they exist, she can feel the nagging loss there, but she can’t reach any of them.

There’s plenty more she’s lost memory-wise, her mind foggy in many ways. She doesn’t remember what Maya looks like, or her parents, or her friends. Even their names are gone, just the vague remembrance that they exist remains in her mind, and she’s not sure how much she can trust. Maya is the only person she mostly remembers, but it’s still incomplete. Hell, she doesn’t remember how she looks, and she’s cried plenty in mourning. Maya being the only person she remembers is suspicious, and maybe her memories have been tampered with to push her into trusting Maya, but well… she doesn’t really have a choice.

She’s not sure how long of a trip she has left or how much time has already passed. She feels drowsy, likely sleeping drugs cycling through her system, and soon she falls blessedly back into unconsciousness.

—

Searing pain erupts from her neck, boobs, and crotch, causing her to scream out as she wakes up. She knew they had a shock added to her collar, but did they put tools that shocked her piercings too? She pants as she tries to catch her breath, twitching and wincing in pain. The shock eventually reduced in intensity, but why is it still going? It lasts for an eternity in her mind, as she’s unable to keep track of the progression of time with everything going on. While it doesn’t feel as bad as the original jolt, she still feels the burn on her throat and sensitive parts. She cries out again as she lifts her knees and leans forward, doing her best to curl up in a ball. She doesn’t know how long it lasts, but even when the shocks stop, she’s trembling and sobbing, the pain still searing where she was shocked.

The first thing she notices is that she has stopped moving. The second thing she notices is that she’s still stuck inside the crate, leaning on the side. She doesn’t know how long she stays that way, but eventually she feels the box being moved, before cold air wafts over her, an instant relief compared to the hot, stale air she’s been stuck with in the crate. She realises the crate has been opened, and she tilts her head up, doing her best to face whoever has opened her box. Maybe they’ll show her mercy? She feels a hand pat her head, running through her wig. She whines, shaking her head. Slowly, she feels a hand pull on the tag pierced through her right cow ear, before she suddenly is able to hear again as her earplugs are removed one by one.

“Hey Beth.” Beth? Is that her name? She doesn’t realise she recognises the voice until a second after, when Maya speaks up again. “Happy birthday, darling.”

878… Beth finds herself growing angry. Maya was responsible for this, and she thinks it’s a gift? That this nightmare was something she wanted as a birthday gift? Beth does her best to stand up quickly, which is helped by Maya’s hand stabilising her. But, she doesn’t want that – she stands up and immediately lowers her head, doing her best to gore Maya with her horns.

Luckily for Maya – and unluckily for Beth – as soon as she starts to do this, her collar and piercings spark again, and an even more painful shock erupts. Beth screams through her gag, collapsing back down on the ground. She starts to sob, writhing in pain. “Oooh, Beth, what’s up? Sorry, let me turn the shocks off.”

Beth feels the shocks cut off suddenly, but all she can do is sob and cry. Everything is awful, and she’s punished even more – and Maya is here acting like everything is fine when it’s all her fault. She hates her, she hates her, she hates herself for trusting her. She feels a hand rub her cheek, pulling her up to lean her head on Maya’s chest. “There, there, you’re good, you’re home now, everything’s going to be fine. Sorry you had to stay there for a bit, but I know you wanted to be a cow for a while, so I thought I could surprise you with this.”

Beth turns to Maya in disbelief, even if her face can hardly convey that emotion. She whines, shaking her head. Maya thinks this was a good thing? Did she really want this? Was Maya telling the truth? Was her previous self this stupid before her memory was removed? Elizabeth just rolls over, laying her head on the ground as she curls up into a ball, feeling defeated. If she did want this, she regrets everything. Maybe things would be fine if she didn’t fantasise about this, because to some extent, Maya must be telling the truth with how aroused she has been within the week. She can’t imagine what is going through Maya’s head right now to make her think the situation was alright, and Maya’s silence doesn’t help her figure that out in any way.

—

When Beth’s birthday on the 24th rolls around, Maya finds herself rather busy preparing for Beth’s arrival. Cooking her favourite food, preparing gifts, and hoping to give Beth a good time for her birthday, all alongside the transformation that has been happening over the past week. However, it does take a while for her to notice Beth’s arrival once the package has been delivered – her phone is charging in the living room when the notification arrives. She only realises a few hours later, when it’s reaching noon, when one of her neighbours rings the doorbell to inform her of the package in front of her door.

Maya thanks her before rushing to wheel the box inside. Oh god, how long has Beth been in the box? Surely she’s fine, right? Maya presses her thumb to a button on the side of the box, which glows green as it reads her fingerprint. The box’s top slowly splits in half as the parts slide down the sides of the box, revealing Beth curled up inside of it.

The first thing Maya notices as Beth looks up is the blindfold and ring gag. The next thing she notices is that everything is different with her: her boobs are way bigger, and are those horns? Maya pats her girlfriend’s head, running her hand through her hair. “Hey Beth.”

Beth doesn’t respond, so Maya takes a look at her ears, including her new cow ones that look more realistic than she expected; they were very much attached to her girlfriend’s head and not just a headband. Alarms are already starting to ring in Maya’s head, but she pulls on the tag on her left cow ear slowly to check the yellow tag. It has 878 written on both sides of it, attached through a pierced hole in Maya’s ear. Inside her ear, she notices an earplug. Pulling that one out, and then the rest of the others, she wishes Beth a happy birthday.

Beth immediately lowers her upper body to skewer her by the horns, before immediately falling and screaming in pain through the gag as her collar lights up with electricity. Maya knows something is wrong. Maybe it’s just the kidnapping part? Maya turns off the collar, trying to reassure Beth, who’s started crying as she scrambles for the pamphlet that came with the box. Telling Beth that she’s home and safe now isn’t helping – something is deeply wrong right now, and Maya starts to feel sick to her stomach.

“Congratulations on your new custom model no.878. One of your loved ones has decided to give you this wonderful pet. It has been permanently equipped with state-of-the-art facilities, which you can read more about and control by scanning the barcodes marked on the product’s scalp under her wig, or above her crotch.”

As soon as Maya reads the words ‘permanently equipped,’ Maya knows she’s made a huge mistake. Hoping that she hasn’t, she quickly scans the barcode on Beth’s body, which downloads an app on her phone while she futilely tries to comfort her girlfriend.

She opens and starts to scroll through the app. It lists different features such as the blindfold, customizable wigs, hormone and nanomachine controls, orgasm denial, shock torture, and even more additions and modifications to the body. Maya feels her heart fall into her stomach. God, what did she do to her girlfriend?

“It is permanent… I swear I didn’t know.” Beth turns her head towards her, and if it wasn’t for the blindfold, she knows she’d be pinned by a disbelieving stare. “I didn’t! It’s still my fault, obviously, I should’ve paid more attention. Fuck! I… You’re right to be mad at me.” Understatement of the year, Maya thinks, even as she takes a look at more of the app. It’s clear that it’s irreversible. It’s one of the first questions in the FAQ, in fact – most of the modifications are impossible to remove without crippling Beth further or risking her death.

Apparently, her memory’s been tampered with? Maya looks up at Beth, and she puts her head in her hands. The FAQ doesn’t go into too much detail, but she wonders who or what Beth remembers. No wonder she doesn’t trust her. Though she probably wouldn’t trust her even if her memory wasn’t tampered with, and Maya can’t blame her. “Hi, I… Your full name is Elizabeth, but I always called you Beth.” Beth looks back up at her and looks away.

Exploring the app a bit more, she finds a brain icon, indicating something she can use to read Beth’s thoughts. As she opens it, the first thoughts she sees are filled with despair and anger. Does my name even matter? She did this to me, and she didn’t even want to? Is it worse that she was careless? Maya, fuck, why… did I not matter enough? Was I not a good girlf… Maya looks up sharply, her heart breaking to watch how much distress Beth is in, going so far as to blame herself for Maya’s faults.

“Beth, the app gives me a way to read your thoughts – no, you were the perfect girlfriend, I promise.” Beth looks up with alarm as Maya hovers just shy of touching her. “I’m sorry. I know words don’t matter, but I’m so sorry. At least it’s not a kink you hate, right?” Maya chuckles desperately, though she clearly doesn’t believe herself.

Beth refuses to look at her, still seated and shivering in pain. Maya sees this and realises she hasn’t done much to comfort Beth. “Would you be ok with a hug?” When she shyly nods, Maya drops to sit next to Beth, pulling her in for a hug.

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This is a fantasy piece that exists only to satisfy my own particular and individual kinks and fetishes. My story involves a number of facets including wetting, a large helping of wet look and one piece swimsuits. It also includes a little bit of “backstory” as I really quite enjoy reading about peoples “awakening”.

So if it sounds like your thing, sit back and enjoy the read. Feedback is always welcome, although criticism will probably be met with a challenge to write something better!

Are you sitting comfortably? (or uncomfortably if that’s your thing!) Then let me begin.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry, and I am a very lucky bastard!

I work for a private members health club as a maintenance engineer and this gives me access to the club at all time of the day and night. Now I can tell what you’re thinking, that’s not very lucky! Well let me tell you another couple of facts, and you can see where the luck comes in. We have a little arrangement between about six of the leading employees of the club, and that is a rota of private use, when the club is closed on a Sunday evening. So once every six weeks, or so, my beautiful wife, Ann, and I have complete private access to the club, and all its facilities, including the swimming pool, and Jacuzzi.

Now, you may think that’s quite lucky, and it is, but that’s not the real piece of luck, the real piece of luck is that Ann and I are crazy about wet sex, and the completely enclosed private swimming area allows us to share and enact our wettest fantasies!

We arrived at the club, and let ourselves in to the deserted building. The club shuts on a Sunday evening, ostensibly for maintenance, but usually there is precious little maintenance done then!

I made my way to the reception office, and switched off the alarm, before switching on enough lights to get us into the pool area. I wanted to make it look like there was someone here, but not enough lighting to make it look like the place was open. We locked the door behind us, and put one of the phones on to the front reception desk. This was our secret sign to anyone else arriving at the club, that a private session was in progress, and they should leave. The privacy sign seems to work well, as no one has ever been interrupted, to my knowledge!

By now we are starting to get really excited about what we are going to do, so we rush into the changing room, where our evening really gets going.

Let me tell you how it started.

For many years we were childhood sweethearts and for quite some time after we’d left school were married.

Just not to each other!

Friends Reunited brought us back together when both of our relationships had broken down.

It was during one of our early warm post-coital cuddles that we started to talk about our desires and dreams, and we discovered that we both hankered after the idea of getting good and wet. In fact, we also discovered that to be part of the cause of our respective failed relationships, both our ex-partners had been completely mystified by the idea of getting turned on at the prospect of getting wet whilst still clothed.

They had both expressed opinions about us needing serious psychiatric help!

However now we had found this common kink in each other there was no shame or regret! Or stopping us!

We quickly embarked on a very wet relationship, grabbing each and every opportunity for a clothed dunking almost always followed by a wonderful session of love making. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing that we owned that had not been drenched and no bath or shower was safe whilst we were in town!

We arranged holidays with wet-look in mind, trying to find secluded safe beaches so that we could frolic in the water fully clothed, away from the misunderstanding gaze of those who do not comprehend, and so we could enjoy the privacy of lovemaking in the water, usually still wearing our clothes.

We had been enjoying the damp delights of fully clothed bathing and fucking for only a little while, when, one day, my, soon to be, wife expressed the urgent need to visit the toilet.

Up until that day the idea of “water-sports” had not really occurred to us. We had driven to a beach, and found ourselves out of sight of anybody else, and ready to head into the water for a good soaking. The journey had taken longer than we had expected and Ann was starting to suffer. We had dressed for a swim prior to leaving home, and had taken dry clothes with us for our return journey. I knew she was wearing a blue regulation swimsuit under her clothes, as I had watched her dress in our bedroom before leaving. She was also wearing stocking and suspenders, and a reasonably demure cotton patterned green sun dress. I suggested waiting a few minutes until we were in the sea, and she could quietly just pee in the water, but she said she was bursting. Trying to be helpful, and realizing that Ann would not want to strip naked to remove her costume fully, bursa escort I suggested that she just hold her gusset out of the way, but Ann said she would probably manage to pee over her hand. Well, ever the pragmatist, I suggested she just squat down with her dress out of the way, and pee in her costume, It seemed to me that a lot of pee was just water, and we would be getting wet anyway, so what was the problem? Ann seemed to buy into this idea, and proceeded to do just that.

I sort of expected her to be somewhat disgusted by this procedure, but after the initial reluctance to start her stream, she seemed to quite enjoy the novelty, her confidence grew, and she ended up royally pissing her swimsuit, grinning from ear to ear as her pee blossomed through her gusset.

“Oh, that’s so much better” she said as she stood up, “do you know, I don’t think I will ever hesitate to do that again” she went on, “as long as you don’t mind”. Well what was I to say, my boner was like an iron rod, and to be honest, I was just about ready to shag her right there on the spot, with the rest of her clothes all dry! We rushed into the water, and enjoyed a very short-lived shag in the shallows, a very short while later.

Later, as we changed into dry clothes to head home, Ann asked if I had really enjoyed it when she pissed herself. She was concerned that I might be a little disgusted by the episode. I calmed her fears and told her it was about the sexiest thing she had ever done, and I would really enjoy it if it became a regular part of our wet lives. Had she already forgotten the renewed vigor with which I had fucked her in the waves?

Well very soon there wasn’t a pair of Ann’s knickers, or a swimsuit that had not been pissed in. We experimented in skirts, and trousers and jeans, enjoying the sight and feel of wet denim down her legs, light cotton trousers turning almost see though, and skirts that could be lifted out of the way for a good wet fuck! We had discovered an additional edge, and it made our fantasy complete. How had we never thought of it before?!

Going for the job at the club, and being employed there became the icing on the cake especially when I became aware of the private arrangement that the manager explained.

I knew that a couple of the guys used the rota time to work in the gym, and at least one of the managers admitted that he and his wife used their allotted time to skinny-dip in the pool and the Jacuzzi. I did not want to let on about our little damp secret, so when challenged, I mumbled something about skinny-dipping as well, trying to make it sound like I was embarrassed about admitting it! I really did not want my co-workers thinking me nutty or something, wanting to swim fully clothed!

Back to the changing room and we rushed to strip out of the clothes we had worn in the car. We enjoyed some “themed” evenings, and would have received some hard stares at some of the outfits my wife has worn for me.

Ann often surprises me by bringing a bag along to the club, and changing into her outfit when we arrive. Sometimes, she just wears what she has worn to the club, changing into dry clothes, from the bag, for the return trip, other times she has worn pajamas, a night-gown, a netball outfit, a demure nurses uniform, just a swimsuit, jodhpurs, in fact all sorts of outfits. I suspect the local charity shops do quite well out of us and our little fetish!

Now I would have to admit that, over the years, I have also developed quite a liking for the female one-piece swimsuit, and when we swim like this, I quite like my wife to wear one, under her clothes. I guess this may go back to our survival swimming days, when we were all required to wear an appropriate swimming costume under our clothes. This was probably to do with keeping the proper dignity when we removed our clothes in the water. All I do know is that the whole swimsuit thing stuck, and as Ann does not mind what she wears in the water, she is quite happy to indulge me by wearing a costume more times than not. Once in a while she will wear the more traditional bra and pants, and I would have to admit watching her panties go all see-though is a delight, but it’s not the same a swimsuit!

So it was no surprise when, having stripped naked, the first thing my wife removed from her bag was a swimsuit which she slipped in to, closely followed by a pair of stockings and a suspender belt! Next she buttoned a nice white blouse over the top half of her slim and shapely torso, before finishing the ensemble with a tie and a below the knee light grey skirt.

My wife knows I cannot resist the adult schoolgirl look, and this uniform is one of our favorites. We spent a little bit of money buying an adult size authentic uniform, but it was worth every penny. I like the more demure and studious look, and my wife can do it in spades. She is quite small and slight, and with her pert little breasts, she can carry off the schoolgirl look bursa eskort very well. Aren’t I the lucky one!

I, too, was rushing to dress. My one-piece swimsuit fetish reaches as far as liking to wear one myself, and as we have come this far, it would be a shame not to allow myself the pleasure of wearing such an exquisite and, for me at least, forbidden garment. You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb! I put on my cozzie, and start to dress in blue shirt, tie and trousers and socks over my costume. Today I will be a fire officer, a bit of a father figure to my schoolgirl! We both slip on river shoes to complete the ensemble. Ordinary shoes can be destroyed by wearing in the pool, and can do harm with all sorts of bacteria living in the soles, but river shoes are just bits of neoprene, and give us the feeling of shoes whilst not causing any problems. (I’ll be back in tomorrow, checking the chemical level in the pool, so must ensure nothing causes any problems!)

We are rushing for two reasons, we don’t want to waste any time, getting into the pool, but we both have overfilled our bladders to bursting point., in readiness for a mutual wetting, and we wouldn’t want to have an accident prior to the planned event!

Sometimes we go into the Changing room toilets to sit on a toilet to pee ourselves, sometimes sitting on each other lap, but today my wife took my hand and led me into the shower area, where the showers were dry from the last showers of the club members, and the waiting drains would deal with our little indiscretions! Ann guided me to lie on my back on the floor, and immediately turned to squat facing me, lowering herself over my midriff and settling on an already quite stiff part of my anatomy! I put my hand up her skirt and gently rubbed the area of her gusset where her secret place was hidden, her gusset was sopping with her own juices, and would soon be even wetter!

Ann settled down, and allowed my to move my hands up to her breasts and gently massage her beautiful pert tits covered as they were by a layer of Lycra as well as a layer of cotton blouse whilst she dreamily started to set about the dirty little pleasure of royally soaking the gusset hidden under her flowing skirt, along with a substantial amount of my clothes as well.

The club was almost silent with only the quiet whine of the pool pumps audible in the changing room, when I heard the gentle roar of a pissed in swimsuit and the subtle and barely discernible sigh of relief as Ann bore down on her poor overfilled bladder and commenced the naughty pleasure of emptying of her pent-up pee into her swimsuit. Her swimsuit, of course, completely failed to contain the liquid onslaught, consequently my, as yet, dry trousers began to get wet as copious amounts of my wife’s pee, filtered by the lycra of her swimming costume, drained down through the fabric of my trousers and costume, and washed over my own, very excited, sex.

The dreamy look of relief, mixed with wicked devilment on Ann’s face was a picture to behold. Since her introduction to intentional wetting she had embraced the concept with enormous enthusiasm, and I could not begin to explain why I found it so exciting and sexy. Pissing in her clothes excited my wife as much as leaping fully clothed into a swimming pool, and she always found this intentional departure from society’s normal behaviour unbelievably exciting and made her feel intensely horny. Many’s the time she has come simply by the willful and gratuitous act of forcefully peeing herself!

My trousers and, albeit unorthodox, underwear were soaked by the time Ann’s streams ran dry and I was about ready to consummate our play session, when Ann stood up, and bent down to guide me from the floor. She was still looking very dry in her chosen unusual swimming attire, and made it clear that she wanted me to return the dampening favor before we made our way into the pool area. To this end she kneeled in front of me, nestling into my slightly parted legs, and looked up into my eyes, begging me to release my own liquid gold.

To be honest, I was so excited by my wife’s sexy actions that I had tremendous difficulty relaxing my bladder into my already sodden swimsuit, but I persevered and after only a short wait I sluiced my own garments, along with my wife’s breasts and blouse with the contents of my own complaining, overfilled bladder. All too soon, but after what had seemed like gallons of pee had left my body to moisten our clothes, my stream faltered and died, Realizing the source was now dry Ann stood up and we embraced rubbing our sodden clothed bodies together, hand everywhere, simply enjoying the feel and touch of each other’s patchy wet clothes, which started to cool.

“Swim,” I said, and lead Ann out of the showers and into the main pool area, where the waiting waters invited us in to ruffle the unbroken surface of water.

At the sight of the water Ann broke away from me. “Chase me,” she said as she ran to the edge of the pool and without slowing, or breaking stride, executed a damn near perfect running dive into the calm waiting waters. She glided under the surface, before swimming a couple of strokes before breaking the surface, whooping as she turned to face me, standing almost shoulder deep in the clear waters of the pool. Her demure skirt swirled up around her waist allowing me a glimpse through the shimmering waters of stocking tops and the dark V of the bottom of her swimsuit. Her cotton blouse had gone almost completely opaque and the top part of her high necked swimsuit was clearly visible. I was in heaven and could only think of joining my wife in the pool, and pleasuring her until she begged me to take her, right there in the water.

Taken a little by surprise by my Ann’s speedy entry into the pool, I had been left standing, high and dry on the side of the pool, but enjoying the visual banquet of an excited woman glorying in entering the water fully clothed, I had to try and catch up with Ann and ran for the pool, and adopted a more male bomb posture as I leapt in.

As I surfaced and swam towards the position where my wife had been, I realised that she was swimming towards the shallow end of the pool. So I set off in pursuit. On arrival at the pool ladder Ann started to climb, and was soon stood level with the pool side, water cascading from her chlorine sodden clothes, a sheen of water disappearing from the surface of her apparel as gravity dragged the water back towards the pool. As I arrived at the edge of the pool, my wife was lowering herself to sit on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water.

I swam to the side and stood in the shallow just about level with the edge of the pool. My wife moved forward to meet me, and lifted her skirt, whilst she spread her legs, exposing the front of her swimsuit to me in a very provocative way.

“Make me come” she said as she eased her swimsuit out of the way exposing her sex to me.

I did not need a second invitation and set about pleasuring her clitoris with my tongue. I held her costume out of the way whilst Ann leaned back on her arms, and arched her back in pure ecstasy. It became very apparent that she was turned on beyond all expectations, her juices were flowing copiously even with all the pool water cascading from her clothes and she came with a huge buck of her hips in what seemed like only seconds of tongue work on my part, spraying me with more pee as she came!

After a couple more seismic orgasms Ann could not cope with any more and begged me to stop, so I withdrew and allowed the costume to resume it’s more usual place, covering all that is usually covered, and tugged Ann back into the buoyant waters of the pool, where we again embraced and explored each other’s clothed sopping bodies.

We quickly moved to a slightly shallower of the pool, and Ann stared to ease my zip down before fishing my manhood out of the leg-hole of my swimsuit, and through the fly of my trousers before turning around to face away from me. Ann lifted the back of her school uniform skirt, and I again eased the gusset of her swimsuit out of the way to enter her silken confines. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand sought her swimsuit and blouse clad breasts to gently rub and squeeze whilst the other explored her exposed sex, seeking out her clitoris to gently massage, whilst we fucked, gently at first, but quickly gaining in speed and frenzy until we both came, and then huddled soaking wet and with our animal passions temporarily allayed.

Eventually we had to break from our post-coital cuddle, and we gently separated ourselves before re-arranging our clothes and various parts of our anatomy! We kissed and cuddled again before setting off to swim some more. We swam for another half an hour or so, leaping in and out of the pool, ducking each other, and generally playing about as anybody would in a swimming pool. Al too soon we knew we had to leave our little living fantasy and return to the real (dry) world outside.

We made our way out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms, heading for our bags, where our washing stuff was waiting for us. We grabbed shampoo and soap before turning back towards the shower, dripping water from our sodden clothing everywhere we walked. On the way back to the showers Ann said she needed the loo again, and turned to head into the toilets, I followed into the Ladies, pretty sure I knew what was coming. It turned out I was not wrong!

Ann walked straight in to one of the cubicles and without closing the door, opened the lid on the waiting toilet, turned and sat down, on the toilet seat still in all her wet clothes. I stood just in the cubicle and watched as my naughty lovely wife smile as she again set about wetting herself, this time whilst completely soaked.

Water splashed noisily into the pan, draining from Ann’s clothes as she sat there starting her little stream deep within the confines of her clothes, and a smile spread across her face as things got going and she felt everything become warm down there as cool pool water was replaced around her sex by her own warm pee.

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Part 2 Rose’s Thorny Weekend continues

After watching his wife be ravaged by a gang of alpha men and watching her cum like she never had before, Duke’s rage at Rose’s betrayal with the conman and thief Sean Gerson was mostly assuaged. His plan had worked to perfection. Trent/Sean was headed to prison; Rose had been severely punished, and he had upended the terms of their relationship. And one more thing: “no more Mr. Niceguy; he would do as she was told, or else!”

He came to terms with his teeny peenie problem. He managed to cum twice while the men tied up and worked Rose, while filming the cuckold gangbang video. It shocked him how much he enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by big cocks and suffer humiliation and bondage. And, she looked like she was enjoying just as much.

Paul was dynamic and persuasive man and Duke had quickly learned much from him. While still in the throes of Rose’s devastating betrayal and his resultant arousal, Duke Googled “cuckold” and found a bunch of porn sites. Most of the cuckold scenes he watched seemed fake. But he saw one of Paul’s clips and thought it more realistic. It wasn’t amateur hour, with bad lighting and shaky camera work, or ultra-professional with actors. It seemed real…, like the people were real, but with better production values.

He found his way to Paul’s site and submitted his wife as a candidate. Paul reached out almost instantly and spoke to Duke on the phone for a long time explaining not just the process, but tips on how to approach the situation. He had immediately recognized Rose’s potential, just from the pictures Duke sent. She was gorgeous, had real presence, and she was the image of a beautiful hot wife, not like a Hollywood bimbo made up to look like a housewife.

Duke had sent a capture from the bar footage, of “Trent” and Rose drinking piss. She looked sideways at “Trent” with a broad smile, but Paul read submission in her big blue eyes. The big boobs, the hot body, and the Miss Texas smile; she was perfect!

After talking to Duke for an hour on the phone. Paul decided to take the five-hour trip from Manhattan. So sure he’d be able make the deal, before leaving, he called his colleague Jack to make arrangement for the shoot. He always had costumers ready to pay to be in these. He had Jack on equipment and logistics, and called his friend Marco the “Chateau” owner, to rent it for the weekend.

Normally, in these situations, the cuck was prepared to be a cuck, and sometimes even submit to a dominant like Paul. But, it became clear early in their conversation that Duke was different. He wanted to “top from the bottom,” as it were. The unusual turn intrigued Paul, and he spent an afternoon tutoring Duke on being a Dom, within his peculiar situation.

Duke was no longer interested in fucking his wife. He hadn’t been for a long time. It was too much pressure and he could tell she hated it. He assumed that was all there would be for him for the rest of his life. Paul gave him the tools to channel that energy in a different direction. Masturbating while watching “Trent” and Rose on the surveillance footage, he felt weak and humiliated. He was ashamed he had not been able to please his wife all these years, and even more watching a conman sexually abuse and defile his wife had excited him enough to jerk off. Talking to Paul allowed him to accept this desire without feeling small and perverse.

“After all,” Paul reminded him, “she seems to love it. You’ll finally be giving her what she wants. What she needs… See…, Duke. She couldn’t help it. It’s nature/nurture. Something in her makes her crave this, just like something in mine makes me want to give her what she craves. It could have been her upbringing or a specific sexual experience, witnessing a sex act, or all of the above. The point is: if you can provide her what she needs and some of what you need, and you’ll both be happier… and richer, ha ha!”

In the video, Duke was to punish his wife soon after the shoot, after catching her again with abusers. That’s how it would appear on the website. But in reality, after they untied her, Duke carried her tenderly to the spa, settled her in the hot tub, carefully taking off her shoes and the shreds of her once hot dress. The real staff, a ghostlike maid (dressed in a very official looking uniform) placed a tray with champagne on ice and two flutes nearby.

They quietly sat in the hot water, while the jets gently massaged their bodies. Duke didn’t quite know how to begin. But, finally, Rose spoke up.

“Duke, I’m so sorry…”

“No… Rose, look… erm… I forgive you. I’m not mad at you anymore. I realize how hard it must have been on you all these years. But things are gonna be different now. You and me… we are gonna have a different kind of relationship. I been trying to be what I thought you wanted… all these years, but neither of us want that. I’m ready to embrace a different role now, and I want you embrace yours!”

He meant to affect a tone of command, as Paul had taught him, gorukle escort but his voice cracked a little at the end. Rose knew what he meant. She had to submit to her husband, as she had already done to another man behind his back. But, beyond that, she knew exactly what she needed and was ready to leave him for it. Duke had shown some grit plotting his revenge, she had to give him that much, but could he stop being a pussycat and really be her Dom?

She planned to test him. She would submit to him, but she made sure he understood that he would never fuck her again. She was clear on her needs now, and if Duke wasn’t up to it, she would find someone who was. “That Paul… he sure knew what he was doing.” He’d be a great Dom, and she could get guys like these all the time. Her whole body quivered at the thought, as Duke massaged her big sore tits.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to punish you for tonight’s transgressions, whore!”

This time he managed the tone better and Rose smiled as he twisted her puffy nipples for emphasis. She wasn’t quite ready to fully submit to him, but she’d give him a chance. They were both quite exhausted and staggered upstairs and passed out on the big bed after just two glasses of champagne.

The next morning would be the test. Paul and Jack remained to assist, and the paying clients had gone. Duke was up with the sun; he met with Paul and Jack in the dungeon to plan the shoot. This would be like the sequel to the gangbang scene. Typically, this would be the new Dom punishing the sub, for some infraction, with the cuck watching for the humiliation effect.

This would be a twist: having the husband punish the wife and become the Dom. This was an element that made Paul’s videos more authentic than others. The staged drama was parallel to the real drama between the two principles. Porn actors are notoriously bad, but these two would not really have to act; this is what was going on in their actual lives. But Duke’s anger had vanished and he was worried about motivation for the scene.

The men were discussing options for tying her up, the benefits and limitations of roping her big tits, a cane versus a whip, or strap, tone of voice: should he be calm and cruel, or hot and angry? She padded down to the basement wearing a bathrobe and nothing else; her big tits poking out of the top carelessly. Her body freshly washed and scented. They all smiled at each other and at her as she entered.

“Mornin’ boys. Soo, how you gonna torture me today?” She shouted good-naturedly.

“Why, good morning, slut!” Paul intoned.

Paul smiled his pearly whites, reached out and grabbed a skein of her golden still damp hair, looked archly over at Duke, and shoved his tongue in her mouth until she was breathless. She was in shock. She couldn’t gauge her response, so she just kissed him back getting sloppy right away and moaning desperately.

Duke, who despite having made peace with the situation, was suddenly enraged by the dis, came over and pulled her off Paul by the hair and let her down onto her knees. He nudged her chin up gently. He looked deeply into her eyes and sneered.

“Why… you’re nothing but a common fuckin’ WHORE! You’re going to fuck a lot of guys, but I’ll be fucking in control, Bitch!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! He struck her hard, which straightened her right up. He looked at her expectantly and waved his other hand turned her by the chin with the other. Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Thank you, Sir, please may have another!” She semi-grudgingly chanted.

He struck her again, and she looked at the ground submissively, put her hands behind her back, and pushed her heaving tits out from her robe.

“Fuck, fuuuuck! Wait, wait, wait! We’re not getting any of this!” Paul shouted. He pulled out his tablet and pointed Jack to the mobile camera.

Her cheeks were crimson red already and she had tears welling in her eyes, but a smile on her face. Maybe Duke could do it after all, she thought, as she waited for Jack and Paul to begin recording the now impromptu session, after all the planning and set up they had a perfect moment, but they missed it on camera. Paul hoped they could keep the flow and continue with the same energy. He had purposely tried to inflame Duke.

They all donned the masks of the previous night, and were once again recording. Duke continued by mauling his wife’s tits savagely. They had discussed three options for tying her up for the punishment. They all agreed whatever they did should focus on her big titties. Paul knew his demo and what a hit those tits would be with his subscribers.

Duke knew how much she used those tits as capital in regular life: getting out of traffic tickets, bargaining with a vendor; just a flash of those bubs turned men to jelly. And he knew too how proud she was of them and how much it would mean to mark them. In the end, with the impromptu development, they went with the simplest most accessible plan.

Jack mounted the camera on a tripod and roped her tits at the base and tied a knot between bursa görükle escort them and clipped it to the winch rope. They started with her in the kneeling position with her hands behind her back, but not tied. All three men came over naked. As she looked up at them, she smirked a little at the comparison of the three.

Her husband’s tiny peenie was barely visible below his pot belly and the other two men’s enormous cocks stuck out below their rock-hard abs like black batons. The smirk did not go unnoticed; and gave Duke enough motivation to play his part with passion.

“Bitch!? You laughing at my little dick?!”

“Yes! If you can call it that! I mean look at them and look at you, honey.”

Rose was playing her role and understood as with the kiss from Paul that humiliating her husband was bound to yield more satisfying punishment and play better for the cameras.

“Oh, you’re gonna learn, bitch! I know you’re a whore, but now, you’re going to be my fucking whore. After, we had paid by letting them fuck you, you came back here to fuck them behind my back?!”

“Yeah, well, Duh!”

“Oh, yeah, well, you gonna pay for that now, bitch!”

He slapped her again, and Jack handed him a riding crop. He waved it around near her face, so she could see the strap. He tapped it against her erect roped tits.

“You’re rather proud of these? Aren’t you, whore?!”

“Yes… I am…”

He whipped the crop down, and she screamed from the sting. He struck her a few more times and her alabaster skin turned bright red and purple bruises appeared. Duke, then lifted a roll of fat and found his teeny Vienna sausage and aimed it at her freshly struck tits. His dick was small, but his bladder was huge; he kept pissing down the cleft of her tits created by the ropes.

He shook his micropenis, as if she were a urinal and moved out of the way for Jack’s much larger cock ready to fill her mouth with piss. Followed by Paul. They all called her names while she was defiled and humiliated by their urine, but as Paul and Jack pissed on her she moved in to try to catch their cocks in her mouth; her husband, she only passively let piss on her tits.

With her massive tits still covered in piss, Duke went back to the crop and slapped at them making some cuts into her flesh from the repetitive striking. Her nipples were aflame and tits ached. She wasn’t grinning at Duke’s small dickie, now.

Jack raised the winch and her to a standing position, by her big fat tied-up tits.

“Bitch! You like those big cocks, dontcha?”

“Yes, not like your little pencil stub, sweetheart!”

“I’m gonna let you get those cocks and many more, but you are going to have to submit to me first, whore.”

He struck the tender skin just under her roped breasts, and she bawled and reeled back from the pain and swayed hanging from her massive tied up tits, her only balance. She made no verbal response, however. And Duke struck her again. This time right between her legs lashing her rather large and engorged clitoris.

She lost her footing and screamed from the pain.

“OK, ok, ok!” She screamed, finally giving in to her cuckolded husband.

In her mind, this was only a probationary submission. She was still not sure Duke had what she needed, but he was doing well so far. She felt the same anticipation she had felt with “Trent.” But she’d have to see if he could keep it up. Plus, Jack and Paul served almost as training wheels for Duke, could he achieve the same effect without them?

“Okay, slut: this is how it’s gonna be from now on. You will be my property, and I decide who gets to fuck you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to touch my tiny dick, but I say who fucks you and when and for how much. You’re gonna be my real whore.

“These guys are willing to pay to fuck you, but first you have to pay me… Yes?”

“What do you want, sir?”

“Y’ know finding out my wife of ten years was nasty sub whore who likes to be fucked and humiliated by other men was painful for me.”

“I’m so so sorry, Sir!!”

“Husband and wife should feel each other’s pain. I want you to feel my pain.”

“Yes, Sir. Please I’d like that!” She said with sincerity.

“I want to reclaim you as mine. Purge your sins against me and start a different path.”

“Yes!”

Jack came over and whispered in Duke’s ear and handed him a large bullwhip. This had always been in the plan; Jack had instructed and Duke had practiced for an hour on a mannequin.

“You want to whip hard enough to raise welts, but careful of cutting too deep. You don’t want to leave permanent scars… or… at least, not yet. Her skin is fresh and supple; that’s a premium. You can see what that other guy did. He knew what he was doing. Leaving marks that last a week or two will better use of the whore.

“After a while the skin will toughen up, and you’ll need to strike harder for the same effect. Once a whore is used up like that, she’ll fetch a lower price, but some guys do go for that because they can strike harder. But, be careful who gets access to her because they will scar up your bitch. You gotta treat ‘er like an investment. She can make you a lot of money, but you have to keep her in good running order.”

Duke practiced diligently and took Jack’s advice to heart. The rage he’d felt before had subsided, and he threw himself into this new role trying to shake the baggage. Would he have had this bullwhip in his hand, when he first discovered her betrayal, he might have ripped her skin off with it. But now he saw the practicality and benefit of restraint, especially with the kind of money Paul was talking about.

He looked at his wife’s hot tied up body, her beautiful tits tied and suspended, holding up most of her weight. He’d already struck them with the crop and left marks on them. He rotated her to see her plump backside, still a bit too big according to Jack. He squeezed her plump ass roughly and grazed her butthole with his fat fingers.

She squirmed and squealed. The rotating tightened the ropes holding her tits up and pushed her onto her tiptoes to keep some of weight off her now purple breasts. He let her smell the whip and then placed it in her mouth as he fondled and her breasts from behind and fingered her bald pussy.

“My little whore, let’s have some fun, shall we? The boys are excited to fuck you, as I’m sure you are?”

“Uhm, hmm!” She nodded coyly with the whip in her mouth.

“I think we can come to a fair price for what you want them to do to you.” She nodded assent.

“The coin of the realm is lashes from my leather friend here. I suppose you want to suck their cocks?”

“Uuhmmm, hmmm!” she moaned coyly.

“Fuck your pussy? Your ass? DP you in both holes?”

“Uuuuhmmmm, hmmm!”

“You want to cum, right?” She did.

“Let’s call that… six acts. I will whip you five times for each before and five times for each orgasm after. So, we’ll start with thirty lashes. I’m gonna concentrate on your back, but… my God, I want to see what this thing will do to those fat tits. Fair?”

As he finished his proposal, he took the whip from her mouth and grazed her all over with it,.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

“Oh… and I want you to beg for each lash and keep count.”

He let her beg for the first and struck her fat butt cheeks. It was a little lighter than he had practiced, but increased his force as he went on. He moved up her back in criss-cross fashion leaving bright red marks down her back.

When he reached ten, he let her have a break; Jack and Paul came over, lowered her to her knees, let her drink some water, and suckle their cocks to calm herself. She was shuddering and teary, but sucking on their cocks seemed to relieve her. Her tits also had a break as they left the rope slack. She wasn’t full-on sucking cock, just letting them tease her with the promise of more after the whipping. Duke said the break would cost her five more lashes.

After about ten minutes, Duke came over to restart. He had a proposition for her: he brought over a large buttplug and some lube and handed it to Jack.

“I bet you’d like that pretty pink hole filled up while a whip you, you nasty whore!”

“Umm, yes, Sir. I’d love that!”

He nodded to Jack, who approached her reddened bottom.

“That will just cost you five more lashes. Fair?”

“Yes, please, Sir!”

Paul came face-to-face with her and pulled her asscheeks open for Jack to insert the plug, while pressing himself up against her front; his meaty cock pressing against her crotch. Jack squirted a glob of lube and the eased the plug in slowly and sensuously. She undulated against Paul trying to help it get in. She moaned excitedly when the plug hit home and her anal ring closed in around the base.

“Does that feel nice, whore?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s lovely! Thank you!”

He nodded once more to Jack, who pushed a button on remote and her buttplug buzzed and oscillated inside her hole. She moaned urgently, just as Jack turned it off.

“You don’t have tell me. I could tell you liked that. Just five more lashes, yes?”

“Oooh, yes, Sir. Please!”

“You can have it on only while I whip you.

“Listen, I want you do something for me, to show me you’ve truly submitted and aren’t just playing along.”

“Yes, Master!”

“I want you to cum for me while I whip you, knowing it’s going to cost you five more lashes later. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Ooh, yes, yes. Honey, I will!”

He gave Jack the signal and began whipping without her counting or begging. He tried to set a pace and build up like he was making love to her. Jack manipulated the remote to increase the intensity slowly. Together they brought her to the very edge. Duke knew she was close; with tears in his eyes and losing a bit of the command he had been trying to maintain said,

“Beg permission, whore…”

“Please may I, ummm… plea… please may I cum, Master?!”

“Go ahead whore, cum,!”

He swung the whip hard and for the first time may have broken the skin. At the same time, he felt himself nearing an orgasm he reached below and found his tiny package and tweezed it with his thumb and index finger. That was enough for him to cum along with his besotted wife.

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As she stood there watching the end of her child’s soccer practice, Tara was thinking of all she needed to do when she got home.

It had been a bit chaotic recently with work for her and her husband Miles. With all of the chaos and things to get done around the house and for their child it seemed like the were more passing ships in the night than lovers.

It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other just that the spark seemed to be going out. Each time they tried to plan an evening for themselves something came up with either family or urgent work things to do.

Tara began to try a quench her sexual tension and thoughts by reading romance novels. After a few weeks and a few generic books, she ended up getting more into them and the ideas they brought her.

As she read more she found a specific type of story and genre that really would get her blood pumping, and led to a few self serviced shower orgasms. The type she was drawn to recently was of the normal married housewife who is swept up with lust and desire for a strong and sexy man in her life that wasn’t her husband. It was either a co-worker, boss, neighbor, or even a friend’s husband.

While she loved reading those stories and the thoughts it brought to her, she initially felt bad for what she thought was mentally cheating on Miles. That changed when she one day was using his phone and saw an open tab in his internet browser of porn. That made her less self conscious about her new habit and started to read the books whenever she had alone time at night.

She would fantasize a lot about being in the positions in the books. One thing she had a problem finding were good ones with women that looked like her, as most books seemed to center around a slim housewife or office worker.

She ran her own catering company, which was rather successful. So she wasn’t the office girl type. And while she wasn’t fat, she is thick. Tara is 5’7 with green eyes and long brown hair almost down to her ass. You would always notice the hair length cause you would see her ass. It is thick and juicy, which is something she loved about herself. It was accompanied by two delicious thick thighs and also 36D cup boobs, so she was definitely catching eyes up top and from behind.

Tara had been more shy about her body, but reading the books and feeling more sexual energy she became proud of her figure and had even been showing it off more. She did that with shorter skirts and lower shirts. She even recently bought some new lingerie, which like all other things she had tried, didn’t seem to get the sex game any better.

She envied some of the women in the books. Finding a strong commanding man to keep them safe and happy but also extremely satisfied. Being fucked hard and rough to earn their cum, or dressing the proper way to make the many happy, were all new things Tara had been fantasizing about.

This coming weekend they were going away for a soccer tournament for her son. And since her son would be sharing a room with a few other boys on the team, she hoped that the new pair of lingerie she bought, and would receive the next day, would make her evening enjoyable.

The practice was coming to an end so she got her things ready and walked over to the kids, coaches, and other parents. The coach was a delight to look at and also Tara realized a few weeks back, the kind of man build wise she desired.

Trent is her kids coach. He is a bit younger than her being 31, and stands 6’1 high with brown eyes and short black hair. He has a very commanding tone, but at times for the kids, it’s delicate. His arms and chest were very defined and Tara assumed a pleasure to touch.

While he was reminding all the parents of the trip that weekend, Tara was still thinking about him, and when she saw his wife thought how lucky she was to have such a commanding man. She loved her husband and he was great in a lot of aspects, but the commanding part had been a big thing on Tara’s lustful mind lately.

Trent’s wife is Amy. Unlike Trent she is on the shorter side at 5’6. She is also the opposite of Tara, as she has a slim body, with a barely noticeable ass and 32B cup boobs. She figured the muscle hunk must like small thin babes to throw around. She smiled to herself as she was now thinking about Trent throwing her around.

As they wrapped up Tara ended up talking to Trent.

“You and Miles are still coming this weekend right?” Trent asked. His wife talking to another mother on the team.

“Of course, he is wrapped up with work right now, but we all have the reservations set, even got the room for the boys. Figure four in a room is ok.” Tara said to him, trying to not flirt as she was in front of her kids and his wife.

“Great. We are excited to have a weekend away ourselves, especially in a child free room.” He joked.

That made Tara internally lust even more and become a bit jealous of Amy. She ended the conversation a few moments after that and she went home with her child.

That bursa escort night, which was two days before the trip, Miles told her that he had to go to Milwaukee for a merger meeting. He showed her the emails and the flights. She ended up frustrated a bit, because in the emails he was all fired up about the last minute change of plans, but she wondered why he couldn’t bring that into the bedroom, even after she had specifically asked for it.

So they changed the plans and Tara would go for the soccer tournament and Miles to Milwaukee. She wasn’t happy about it and was even madder the next day when she got her new lingerie, but she figured she would just put it on and read her naughty novels to herself. Not a fun night, but could even potentially bring more pleasure than the last luster sex.

While home alone that Friday, Tara after receiving the new lingerie tried it on. It was way sexier than she expected. It was a strapless see through white bra, a pair of see through white panties, and a white garter belt with matching white stockings.

She felt so sexy in the outfit. She was mad she had no one to show it too, but she did take a photo and put it in a secret album she had on here phone. Tara started it shortly after reading the books. She would take naughty photos of herself, sometimes in lingerie, sometimes naked. Her fantasy was to one day have someone to share them with.

That night the whole family got packed up as everyone was going to be leaving early in the morning. Tara and their child a drive two hours north for a tournament, and Miles, to head to the airport to travel out of town.

For her own packed bag, she had two shirts, and two shorts, a pair of pajamas for after reading, and she also packed away the new outfit to wear. While it wouldn’t get used for a good reason, that didn’t mean she couldn’t wear it and fell sexy.

Tara woke up the next morning and from that moment she was going like a mom on a mission. Got herself and her child dressed, said goodbye to Miles and the car all packed up and everyone was out the door on time.

The car ride up was a bit of a hassle and two bathroom breaks were needed, but they got up there just an hour before the first game of the day. That day they would play two and if then depending on those results they would know how many games they would play the next day.

When Tara showed up she met up with the other parents, kids, and coaches she noticed a few people missing. There was originally going to be ten parents, well 5 couples, to watch all the kids. The team rotated parents chaperoning to make it easier on everyone, and the only ones who went each trip were the coach and his wife.

Thursday night when they round out about Miles, they left the other parents know and everyone was still fine having nine adults present. What Tara didn’t know as she didn’t check the app that the team communicates on since last night, was that Amy was unable to come up that morning as well due to their youngest getting sick. Parents still seemed fine with the 8 as it was just 14 kids so they still were better than 1 to 2 ratio.

While talking to the other parents while the kids warmed up with the coaches, is when Tara found out that news. She felt bad for her as a fellow mother, but also felt a little evil with how happy she was that Amy didn’t get her special evening alone with her hunk of a husband. She knew it was rude, but she was jealous as her marriage seemed so out of steam compared to what she perceived others had.

The first game was a solid victory for their kids and everyone was happy and joyous. They had a few hours between the games so they all huddled together on the edge of the field where they would play there next game. The kids went around to play, while the parents watched over from afar. Since they had some time they figured they would go in shifts to go check in to the hotel, so they didn’t have to after the last game and they could go eat quicker.

First up was Trent as they needed to make sure he was back no matter what for the game, and since Tara was paying for one of the kids group rooms she could check in and pass off the key to the next parents to take bags over. They drove separately to the hotel so they could take their bags up to their respective rooms, include the room some of the boys will be staying in.

They parked next to each other and went in, having small talk about the drive up that morning and the chaos of having to do that with a very energetic child for two hours. Trent had Tara go first and she waited as he got checked in as well. Once in the elevator they got in and went up to the third floor where all four rooms they got were. One each for them, as their spouses were m.i.a., and they were two of the three parents getting a room for the boys to stay in.

They decided to drop the boys stuff off as they were closer to the elevator, which they didn’t like but the other way was closer to the stairs which bursa eskort bayan was just as bad. Once they dropped the bags off they both walked down the hall to the end. They were on the same ending hallway just opposite sides of the walkway.

They both separately opened their rooms for the evening and went it. Tara was happy at the room. The air conditioner was on, but she could barely tell as there was no loud noise. The bathroom was fantastic and had a huge mirror and long granite top. She figured she could put all her makeup at home in there time three, and still have half the area to fill.

Of course it had a tv, mini fridge, and a nice dresser. She checked the closet and found a wonderful robe, it was big and fluffy looking. She grabbed it and tried it on over her current outfit and laughed. While it was fluffy and big, her chest and ass weren’t made for it. As her boobs kept trying to pop and out each time she adjust them it rose to her very upper thigh.

Now she wished Miles was there as it would be perfect to wear before revealing the sexy lingerie she had just gotten. As she day dreamed she walked over to the window and saw a wonderful view. It had an amazing view of a beautiful forest area that was behind the hotel.

She figured this could be a very romantic set up for a couple, but sadly she was all alone. After checking out the room fully, she figured she had a few more minutes, so after freshening up in the bathroom, she started to unpack a bit.

Just as she was taking some makeup bags out of her overnight bag, there was a knock at her door. She figured it was Trent so she opened up. She saw his great body and had to hold back a big grin and she said, “just unpacking a few things, you can come in and we can leave in a moment.”

“Cool, the rooms seem nice, so glad we are getting our moneys worth,” he said as he walked in and the door shut behind them. He watched as Tara walked into her bathroom with a few small bags, and he went to stand in the room. Once he got there he saw that Tara had thrown her book on the bed. He grabbed it and read the back real quick.

Trent was sort of stunned. Like he knew women read romance novels and he even saw his wife reading them from time to time, but this one, just based off the back cover, seemed a bit more intense.

The words on the back detailed the premise of the book. ‘When Jasmine spends more time with a certain co worker, her world turns upside down, and she learns new things about herself. Will that lead her into the arms of the secretive dominate lover? Or will she stay faithful to her husband?’

Trent chuckled to himself a bit as he put the book down. Women have longs books to read about hooking up, while men watch a five minute video and move on. The differences, he said in his head as he smiled.

If you asked him two months ago though, he would have said Tara was probably the one mother on the team that didn’t read them. He had noticed a big difference in her wardrobe the past month or two, but he also remembered how covered up she would be before that.

Even trying to cover up, her boobs and ass were still noticeable and if he had to say, combined she was the most stacked mother on the team, far different than his own wife. But it always seemed like she was hiding her body. That was for the first two years of their kids playing together.

As he was turning around to check on Tara in the bathroom she just came out, seeing him next to her book. She sort of freaked out as it was a very steamy one, but tried to play it off.

“Don’t judge, the characters and stories are actually good.” She said to him trying to sound normal about it. “Also I’m done unpacking so we can head back to let the next group check in.” Tara added and turned towards the door trying not to look back and see Trent’s face as she assumed it was judgement.

“Yeah, good idea.” He said as he followed her to the door. Trent did enjoy is view as Tara was wearing shorts that went down to her mid thigh. Not overly sexy or flashy, but since her ass was so thick and plump it rose the shorts higher on her than majority of women.

They exited the room and walked down the hall to the elevator. Trent could tell she was either shy about something or maybe embarrassed he saw the book. He figured he would see which it was. “So are the characters or the story better in that book.”

She was shocked he asked and while she was shy to talk about it, she did enjoy his presence so she figured it didn’t hurt to tell him.

“That one is more about the story. I can’t really ever picture myself as one of the characters as they are usually skinny with blonde hair and well smaller assets, but the journey is fun to read through.” She admitted as they got into the elevator.

Trent was intrigued now, and also it now clicked in his head, what the hell is his wife reading those for as she matches those descriptions far better than Tara. While that was on his mind he also wanted to sort of tease Tara about it.

“Well I guess I gotta watch my wife around this books,” he said with a laugh. He added to see if it would help her mindset at all, “I guess everyone needs something, just didn’t see you as the naughty book girl.” He looked at her as the doors were now opening to the lobby.

Tara was taken aback. First that he joked about his wife in that instance, because Tara herself wouldn’t be reading this books if she had a hunk like Trent to satisfy her. Next and most importantly why he wouldn’t think she would read them. Did he think she was a prude? To stuck up?

As they walked through the lobby to get to the cars she asked, “what’s that supposed to mean? Why wouldn’t I read them?”

Trent laughed as he seemed to hit a nerve, but also was impressed by the fire in her eyes now.

“No just for as long as we have known each other, you have always been a very conservative person when it came to sexuality. Well both you and Miles seemed to be.” Trent admitted as they got to the cars.

Tara was still shocked but knew this wasn’t the time to get into it with him. She was so shocked overall and just wanted to process it.

“Well we will have to discuss this later so I can find out all the great knowing master Trent knows.” She joked trying to pretend she was not thinking about the last comments as a slap to her system.

“Fine fine, let’s just both get back in one piece. I’ll see you at the field.” Trent said and he took off. His ride back to the field was a lot more mentally clearer for him than Tara. He listened to some music, sent a text to his wife to check on them, and even had some time to say dream about what Tara’s ass would look like in a bikini or lingerie, as he was very impressed with her walk today.

Tara on the other hand, was having her mind go crazy. Did everyone think her and Miles were some stuck up non sexual people. With her in satisfying sex life it’s not like she could argue, but she didn’t know they gave off those vibes.

She also felt she dressed so conservatively as she didn’t want to have her ass and tits out around the ten to twelve year old soccer playing boys. She didn’t feel like the other moms were flaunting their body, but after thinking about it she guessed she did cover up far more than the rest of them.

When she arrived back at the field, she desperately wanted to know more from Trent. Though being around all the other parents and kids she didn’t want anyone over hearing and she also didn’t want anyone thinking she was trying to cozy up with Trent while both their spouses were away.

Tara played it cool through the next few hours at the game. Talking to the other parents, checking on the kids, and watching the game brought her some distraction but she was still thinking about Trent’s comments.

Even while talking to the other parents, she was trying to be self conscious about what she said. Try to be more outgoing. She felt like she was dressed similar to the other moms as they were all in shirts and shorts. Tara’s not even the longest pair, but she did wonder if her shirt was to blah.

During the game she was also distracted by Trent. Watching him walk around and staring at his body, she was definitely admiring it. She also had thoughts of proving him wrong, it would have to wait until the next practice as her wardrobe was already picked and the only thing available to her, well outside her lingerie, but it’s not like she could flash that off tomorrow at the game.

The game ended and the their team lost this time. The kids were a bit sad but mostly exhausted and hungry. The parents though were a bit happier as that meant they would only play a maximum of two games tomorrow, and they could be headed back home by 1pm.

The team of boys couldn’t decide on what to eat so they ended up going in two groups. One set of boys wanted McDonalds and the other set wanted Pizza. Tara and Trent’s kids were in the McDonalds group of kids which had three others, all of which were without their parents. The other group had the kids if the three couples that were there.

Since it seemed smarter to keep each kid with their parent if they were there. Tara and Trent took 5 boys to McDonalds, while the other group of 9 boys and 6 parents went to Pizza. Tara was excited about that as she could have a better chance to get more answers from Trent, but also figured it could be harder while trying to wrangle 5 boys.

When they got there and got their food they sat down. The boys running off to a far corner booth and they began to sit and eat while they watched a movie via a tablet that one of the other kids brought.

Tara and Trent sat just two booths away as the boys didn’t want to be cool and off on their own, they were bluntly told.

While eating Tara, and noticing the boys totally distracted she brought up the topic again.

“So back to the enlightenment you were giving me earlier. Everyone thinks we are bland and stuck up?” She asked sort of softly to keep it quiet.

“That really bugged you all day huh?” He asked her as he looked at her across the booth.

“Well not bugged me, but it’s something that would be nice to know.” Tara said.

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This is a continuing story of my evolution of being naked and cumming in public and in my desire to be seen as a girl.

Throughout the years, my need to be seen as a girl always brought me back to tanning, dressing, and making myself up as a girl. Keep in mind I was only 5’5″ and 100lbs, small and thin, arms and legs toned but thin as well. With my 22 inch waist, I was a size 2 or 4 in women’s clothing. Many men had fallen for this in public and in dark, public places. Even after they knew I was a guy, they still wanted to fuck me and I was happy to oblige.

As I mentioned in previous stories, my approach was to tie and bind my cock so that I could pull it back, tie it from behind and make it look like I had a real pussy. I was so practiced at it that I could create the look in less than 30 minutes. Once made up, I would go out in public to malls, parks, events, and anywhere else my cute pussy and little titties could be seen. The high was so addicting it replaced my need to cum from masturbation.

Months and months would go by without pleasuring myself. Of course when I was fucked, I would have orgasms, but to manually jerk myself to completion just didn’t happen anymore. Only by hiding it and being able to go out as a girl was my perfect pussy possible. My whole essence was based on my pretty titties and cute pussy. This thing between my legs was just something I had to manage.

Since it took more and more public exposure of my pretty pussy and tits to make me feel good, the amount of time my cock spent hidden got longer and longer. I could spend hours in the mall or out in the street at night. I knew how to manage my water intake so that I didn’t need to pee during these times. I was now well practiced in all aspects of being a girl!

One summer morning, I got myself ready for a trip to the mall. As usual I tied and bound my cock so that I knew it wouldn’t come out. I put on my cute bra and short sexy dress, did my makeup in the mirror, and put my wig on. Satisfied with my sexy look, I headed out to the mall. It was about 11am as I drove off.

Once at the mall, I made sure I parked where someone could see me getting out of the car with my legs spread apart. I loved to start a day with my pussy being seen right away! The mall was packed and I had to use valet service bursa bayan eskort to get my car parked. I drove up to the kiosk and a valet came around to the driver’s door to let me out. He noticed my short dress and sexy legs, my landing strip almost visible just sitting there. I made sure he got an eyeful as I spread my legs getting out but also made it seem like I forgot my bag in the other seat. Leaning back, my legs open at the door, the valet’s eyes gleamed with pleasure as my dress pulled up and the sight of my pretty pussy was exposed. I brought my hand down, pretending to protect my little pussy and smiled at him as I got out. I imagined him going right to the bathroom to jack off! Handing him the keys, I walked towards the mall entrance.

Once inside, I made my way to the escalators making sure there were plenty of people going up behind me. Girls and women would openly look mad that my bare ass was fully on display. Guys loved it. I always walked at the part of the second and third floor where there was glass railing at the edge. I would see people look up and know I didn’t have any panties on and that they were looking right at my pussy. My high was just beginning!

I went into lingerie stores that had sexy clothes as well as better stores I knew would have pretty dresses. Once in a while I would buy something pretty that would make me feel sexy. I would go into more general clothing stores and take little things into changing rooms and try on bras or panties pretending not to notice there were guys nearby. I would step out to look in a mirror and be “accidentally” seen by them. Always making sure they would see either my pretty tits or pussy. Like wearing a skirt and trying a bra on but “forgetting” I was in a co-ed changing area and take the bra off. Or having a cute top on and going in to try on a little skirt and “accidentally” taking it off in front of the central mirror. Always pretending to be shocked and embarrassed that they saw me. My arms and hands moving to try to hide my privates as I ducked back into the changing room. I really was a girl! My embarrassed face was well practiced!

Looking down at my watch it was 1pm and it was time to go sit at the coffee shop which was in the open air part of the mall. It had seats bursa escort bayan and tables that faced one of the core stores as well as a very open area where people walked on their way down the long aisles of the mall. I ordered a espresso in a dainty cup, I took it to my table making sure my legs and pussy could be seen by anyone passing by. I looked carefully at their faces, working to see if they saw the intimate part of my body. Not all did, but everytime someone did, I got a charge which kept my high going. Sitting there for an hour or so, I would guess 20 or 30 people looked and saw my cute pussy hair. It was time for me to get up. As usual, I made sure there were guys that would see me get up from my chair. Instead of scooting it back and standing up which minimized exposure, I would open my legs and turn out from the chair. I loved seeing their pleased looks as they eyed my pussy. I was feeling very high by now! I stepped out of the coffee shop area and headed out to other stores and escalators.

It had been hours since I started and it was time to do a quick inventory check in the mirror. I found a large mirror in the wide aisle and quickly walked up to it. I checked my dress to make sure it was just below my pussy. I turned around to make sure that my ass was just barely covered. Perfect! Touching up my lipstick and hair, I headed out back to the escalators.

On any given trip, I probably rode 30 or more esclators as it was a way for me to make sure my ass and pussy would be seen. Today was no different except that today I did the occasional “drop” of my lipstick or bag so that I could bend over and expose my bare ass or go down in such a way that my pussy could be seen. Always in clear view of guys nearby. Always looking at their faces as they smiled and appreciated how cute I looked.

I was becoming tired of the mall and I noticed it was 3:30pm. I headed to the exit near the valet kiosk to retrieve my car. Once there I gave him my ticket. He went off and came back with my car. I clumsily got in, making sure he got an eyeful of pussy!

Now in my car, I drove off feeling so sexy and high that I wanted to do something else to keep it going. It needed to be a public place, there needed to be lots of guys around, women too, but more guys, had to be a place where I could sit and expose myself, had to have the potential to be caught and fucked. Maybe a museum? Maybe an event? Maybe an outdoor concert? I quickly looked at my phone and found an open air concert happening about a 30 minute drive away. Now with purpose, I drove off to the event. I eagerly anticipated getting out there and exposing my pussy. I parked the car, got out, and headed into the park area.

Once inside the venue, I saw there were many people all standing around facing the stage area. The event hadn’t started yet. Looked like it would start at 5pm. I made my way through the crowd using an old trick I learned, hiking my skirt up ever so slightly so that the cheeks of my bare ass could be seen. I walked until I saw an area with rows of tiered cement seats. I walked up, making sure there were guys sitting as I headed up the high steps. One leg up and then the other, always exposing my pussy to their approving gaze. I was high as fuck with sexual desire!! Finding a place to sit, I sat down like any girl but because my dress was so short, things could be seen pretty easily. The performance started.

It was a pleasant event, music was ok, not to my liking but well performed. It went on for about an hour and a half. Once ended, I headed back to my car, walking as sexy as I could through the parking lot. I got into my car, took a few little sips of water to wet my mouth. This was my trick, keep taking very small sips so that I didn’t need to pee. Also it kept me from eating very much, making it easy to maintain my figure.

I got back into the car and headed back home, thrilled and high over how many times I was able to show so many my pretty pussy! With no one home, I went in and made my way back to my bedroom. Looking around my room, I saw myself in the mirror. I instantly admired the pretty girl I had become. I looked so cute in my dress.

Taking off my dress and seeing my girly bra and pretty pussy in the mirror, I thought back on the day and remembered the approving looks of so many men as they saw my private areas. Feeling happy, I reached down and unbuckled the belt holding my cock. Once released, the rope that bound my cock dropped down. I pulled it down to freely release my cock. I gently stroked it, bringing it back to life until I brought myself to orgasm. My cum flowing out and into my hand. I eagerly licked it up to make sure it didn’t go to waste.

Sitting there satisfied with the day, I looked forward to my next outing!

Off to the next adventure!

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Her name was Dominique–Sudanese, with dark brown skin and a tight-cut hairstyle that aroused him. They worked together at a juice bar in the new outdoor mall on the border of Belmont Shore and Seal Beach. She had a boyfriend: An older man, over-stuffed with testosterone, not to mention, that he considered himself far out of Dominique’s league.

Still, they were friends. And when they worked together–which he tried to make happen as often as possible–it was fun, and flirty, and the hours seemed to fly by.

He also worked the third shift at UPS loading trucks. He had a decent studio in the center of Long Beach. It was the 90s, Sublime and Snoop both in their primes, the tail-end of Grunge because it was Southern California, Ska and Offspring were big. He was 27, freshly dumped by the then-love of his life. A Jewish woman. He had no idea what Jewish meant. He was from Ohio, and grew up on a farm. Not an agricultural farm, just a home farm. A garden, some animals, a pony, an orchard, and even a vineyard. He was not cultured in Judaism, or Islam, or black, or sexual orientation. He had no idea those things even existed, and if you’d told him that it was possible for a man to put his penis into another man’s butthole and they would both like it, he would have laughed you out of the county. He knew work, family and friends, and baseball. He had a culture, but it was singularly built and derived from his family.

This is the kind of culture that is privileged–ignorant, yet blissful in its ignorance. He was blissfully unaware that life could be lived any other way. So, when he met Jacqueline and she told him she was Jewish, it meant absolutely nothing to him. She may as well have said she was an Israelite; he would have understood both with equal ignorance.

They were both 25 when they met in a poetry class at Cypress Community College. They would fall in love, but Jackie was never satisfied with his ignorance regarding her lifestyle. It was a religious lifestyle more than a religion. But it was his ignorance about its history and weight, and how he seemed to be sympathetic, yet say antisemitic things and see nothing wrong with it. She couldn’t allow herself to stay with such a fool. Her intellectual friends would mock him in front of her.

Of course, he was blissfully unaware. He always felt and believed he was open-minded and eager to learn. It probably sounded so astoundingly implausible that a grown man could be so ignorant of Judaism. In reality, he didn’t care. He only loved her ravenously. She seemed to love his stories. She was also the most adventurous lover he’d ever had. And she loved that he loved that about her.

When she finally ended it–after several “last-time-I-swear” one-night stands that only fueled his fruitless hope–it was truly over. That’s when he got the job at the juice bar. He was definitely the oldest person working there. He didn’t care. He didn’t think it mattered. He knew it mattered to some of them. The girls and boys, as many were just 18 and 19-year-old kids. A 28-year-old man looks like an old man to a kid like that. He knew it, did his best to assuage their fears, and once they all smoked and had a few drinks on the beach at night, he fit in well enough.

Dominique started working at the juice bar, and at about the same time he went full-time at the juice bar and quit the UPS job. But he couldn’t get full-time hours, so he got a part-time job at Tower Records, next to the juice bar. It was the ’90s, he would blade down the beach to the basketball court. Play pick-up all morning, go for a swim before going to work with a bunch of young gorgeous people. He was pinching himself with bliss.

Dominique seemed to glow. From bursa eskortlar her eyes, and cheeks. He could make her laugh. She was the kind of woman one could not befoul with pedestrian courtesies, it demanded something valorous. He didn’t have that to offer.

The “crew” at the juice bar became his social life. They were much younger and he was trying to live his youth. He’d never really had this many cool and fun friends since high school. Most of his friends went off to university and grew their networks. He worked. So this group of young cool kids was new and exciting to him.

They would smoke, blade, ball, beach, beach-party, house party, music party, any party. Dominique and the assistant manager used to club. Dominique used to tease him, and try to get him to come. But he always had something to do. He said yes one Friday. And, at closing Dominique picked him up at his studio in her boyfriend’s sportscar dressed like she was going to shoot a music video, so goddamn hot. She laughed and hugged him and made him feel like he was about to have the time of his life.

That night changed something in him. Dominique wore no panties and she danced with him almost exclusively. She let him touch her however and wherever he wanted. She wore a tight, dark, but sparkling dress that cut a V across the front and grabbed the curve of her ass around the back. Her legs were like giant snakes. Her pussy was warm and wet and silky smooth and she smiled down at him somehow, because he is half a foot taller than she is.

She dropped him off that night, and just like she did when she picked him up, she laughed and hugged him, this time with the assurance that he was a valorous accompaniment to her evening.

He got home and stripped down. He lay down on his queen-sized mattress, that took up half his flat. It was Jackie’s idea, and he’d gleefully agreed to it. He looked up and saw himself reflected. That was another of Jackie’s contributions and one he had wholeheartedly approved. His reflection was that of a young woman, not yet 30. Sexy, long, shaved legs encased in a pair of thigh-highs, a black silk garter belt, and a pair of Vanity Fair bikini-cut, nylon black panties. He stared at himself thinking all the many times Dominique had reached into his pants to caress him. The look of shock and then joyful curiosity she had on her face the first time she grazed her fingertips across the waistband of his panties as it snuck above his slacks as she’d unbuckled him along with the top button. That made them both laugh and from that moment Dominique and he were joined and inseparable. Dominique knew his secret, and she seemed to like it, at least she didn’t seem to mind it.

Dominique, he’d learned, was here as part of some diplomatic exchange her father had arranged. She was free for two years and the big guy was just her security. He couldn’t believe his luck. He thought he must do this right.

The next day at work a woman engaged him in conversation as he was cleaning and straightening the patio. She was in her early 40s, fit, with short hair, short but slender body. Nice strong legs, a big ass, but her smile and her eyes made him like her immediately. Her name was Maria, from the Valley originally, but just in for business from Boston. She invited him to her hotel and he accepted. To him, it was nothing special. He’d experienced this before. He had the scent of attraction on him from the night before with Dominique. He’d been in these “zones” and recognized the signs, so this older woman, and not much older, he was almost 30, invited him to her hotel, why wouldn’t he?

He went home, and performed his ablutions. His ablutions consisted bursa bayan escort of cleaning up any stray hairs, gave his pubis, balls, and ass a quick depilation, dressed up in his thigh-highs and panties, this time pink full-cut, had a drink, smoked a joint and then headed over to the downtown hotel, which was only a 15-minute stroll.

Maria answered the door in her robe, barefoot in heels, very high and satin-white, they were the most expensive shoes he’d ever personally seen. She led him through the suite, panties, Vanity Fair panties were strewn across the furniture. Panties of every color and fabric. She led him to the balcony overlooking the harbor, there’s a boutique table and chairs set up with candles, a white tablecloth, and a bottle of bourbon.

Maria looked at the young man. She remembered him then, but as an older woman, she has a newfound appreciation for him. She can see his pantyline and garter straps through his slacks when he moves in a specific way. Knowing what she knows now, as an experienced lover of almost 20 years, all of it the prime of her prowess, she was ready to seize control of him immediately.

“Let me make us a drink, you go on in and pick yourself out a pair of panties,” she smiled when she said it, warmly, motherly. He just looked from her to the suite and back.

Finally he said, “How–what–why do you think I would want to do that?”

“Oh my sweet panty boy,” she said.

“Ok,” he genuinely laughed from total shock. “How do you know?”

Maria laughed and told him to go on and she made him his favorite drink. Bourbon, a splash of real ginger, ginger ale, one hefty zest of an orange, and a couple cubes of ice.

Inside the suite, Miles Davis clicked on. He stood looking at the panties, then back at the woman. She looked so feminine to him. Her smooth calves extend down to her high-heeled feet. Her body and curves were all womanly, her look, her hairstyle, her swagger were masculine. He immediately targeted the most gossamer pair of pale pink panties he’d ever seen. They were big and swishy, and when he grabbed them they nearly slipped from his grasp, like soft, warm, feminine ice. He held them and turned to look at the woman and she was watching him. Oh he felt it rise up from deep down inside him. He was so excited the feeling seemed to want to blow the top of his head off with arousal. The woman stood watching him and she held his gaze, no matter where his own imagination might have taken him, every time he returned his attention to her gaze. She seemed to enjoy his awakening. She feigned bashfulness but never broke her connection.

Maria knew how far along he was in his “fetish”. He called it that. And if you asked Jackie if she thought it was a fetish, she might have agreed it was still in the fetish stages. Maria knows that he will go much further. He had only just discovered depilatory cream. And in Southern California, a fit young man, during the 90s aimed at being metrosexual. It wasn’t until she started dating him that she discovered his secret pretty easily and early in their relationship. As soon as she found out, she convinced him to brazilianize. And he was so attracted to her that he started doing it. That wasn’t all, he started painting his nails, and toes.

He was at the end of the “fetish” period and moving into the “panty boy” period. Maria remembered encouraging him, pushing him. They pushed each other. She wanted him to urinate on her one time. He always regretted not doing it. That tells you how far along really because he was a bit shocked by her request. It’s because of this one request, which, regrettably he refused, that he would later, much later, 15 years later, develop a short stint of an infatuation for golden showers on xhamster. Thankfully for him, it was a short-lived infatuation. She knew how much he loved when she pegged him, or they did the Amazon position. He loved that one. She loved giving it to him, made her feel like a man. And she knew he loved feeling like a woman.

All of these thoughts were going through Maria’s mind as she looked at this young man staring timidly into her eyes. She could see him as a young woman.

“C’mon silly,” Maria teased. “Come sit with me, bring your panties.

He handed her the gossamer wings and they clinked glasses and sipped. He sat and she stood, slipped her panties off from beneath her robe, slipped on the panties he’d given her, and then said, “I’ll get them wet and warm for you,” and she handed him the pair she’d just been wearing. It was a string bikini.

He took them with both hands. He gathered the satin material across as much of the surface of his skin as he could fathom without looking utterly perverted and removed them to one hand to hold as casually as he could muster.

Maria remembered his fascination with panties. One time she took off her panties after he’d cum inside them, and she’d held it up to his mouth until he opened and then she made him suckle her panties until he’d removed all of his sperm. She walked up to him sitting in his slacks, sport coat, and black t-shirt, leather shoes, and socks to cover his stockings at the ankle. She took her bikini panties from him and softly brought them to his face, his cheek and along his jawline, down his neck and back up to his mouth and nose. She held it there, in mock domination, and let him breath her inside him.

“I know panty boy,” she said. “I know the feeling that overwhelms you when you wear panties. Are you shaving yet?” she asks knowing the answer. She wants to see if he’ll tell the truth.

“I do,” he said. She released her panties and returned to her seat and her drink. “I just discovered depilatory cream.” His excitement made her laugh. “Do you use depilatory cream? Why have I never heard of any woman using it?” He had many questions.

Maria laughed. She had already answered all these questions when they were together. She crossed her legs exposing her knee to upper thigh. Toned, firm, tanned, feminine. Like his he thought. He wanted to rub his face on her thigh, feel her fingers in his hair.

“Are you wearing panties every day yet?” she asked.

“Yet?!” he said. “Why…who are you?”

“I’m an old friend sweety. You and I have had some of the best sex of our lives together. I know all about you and your secrets panty boy. And I want you to start wearing panties every day from now on. You can pick out as many as you like. I recommend 10. That one per day, plus 3 to play with. And hand wash only panty boi.”

“Every day??” he said. “Not possible, work, basketball, not to mention, it’s a part-time thing for me.”

“Yes, yes, I understand. You need someone to tell you it’s ok. It’s ok. I’m telling you. Wearing panties 24/7 will boost your confidence. I love you in panties. I don’t like all men in panties, but you, with that body and figure, your feminine features, are very desirable in panties. Moreso than in boxers. Your body screams panties, and if I’m honest, stockings and hosiery too. I would kill for your legs and hips. Trust me, panties will breathe new life into your lungs.”

“Oh god,” he exclaimed. “I will want to masturbate all the time.”

“No you won’t,” she said. “You’re still you, the great, blissfully ignorant loveable fool everyone loves. Wearing panties will only enhance that. You need to train yourself to focus during the day, then when you get home, you can masturbate into your panties. Do you think you can do that?”

“What about weekends?” he asked.

“I’ll keep you busy on weekends.”

“Really?” he said. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

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Rabecca’s filth-encrusted panties pulled back and forth along the crack of her bottom as she stepped over the rusted metal threshold and into the dungeon beyond. Jennifer followed, relishing the wave of warm air on her skin as she shuffled across the warm stones.

The medieval room seemed brighter than before, lit by an unseen source of glowing warmth. Could she be entering a dream? Feeling between her legs with her bound hands, she couldn’t be sure that this wasn’t…a dream.

The air was thick with humidity from the combined exhalation of the crowd of women now assembled on the cellar floor – young and old – every shape and size, yet all unnervingly attractive. She looked through the throng of bodies, hoping to catch a glimpse of Natalie or Mistress Olivia with no success. Even Tora, who would have towered over the others and been easily spotted, was nowhere to be seen. She saw Zöe and Clarissa, who she had met only briefly in the elevator as it made its grinding descent into SubSpace but even they were barely recognizable, stripped of their trendy street clothes and kneeling before a stern mistress in a perverse call to attention. She watched as Rabecca twisted and twirled, her mouth slack in giddeus wonder, giggling and smiling back at her.

“Follow me.” Mrs. Devlin spoke in a flat, unreadable tone, as if she was leading them to a meeting at a corporate office, though Jennifer noticed a half-formed grin sneak its way onto her face. Whatever ‘punishment’ lay in store for them couldn’t be too bad right? She came here to eat shit after all. Well, technically, to find her sister…but Lauren could wait. Despite eating from Natalie and Rabecca earlier, Jennifer was eager to become a human toilet once again.

Her heart did a clumsy jump rope in her chest as she followed Mrs. Devlin across the cellar to an iron hatchway labeled ‘six’. She observed that this, unlike the other doors, did not have its own window. Focused as she was on imagining the possible scenarios waiting behind door number six, she failed to see the color draining from Rabecca’s face as her look of feverish anticipation was replaced with one of intense worry.

“In here, my darlings.” Mrs. Devlin effortlessly turned the imposing hatch wheel with a toned arm. The half-formed grin remained as she beckoned them into the hatch. Despite Rabecca’s growing reservations, Jennifer found herself stepping over the rusting threshold into the darkened room. She heard heavy breathing as Rabecca was coaxed into the entrance behind her but her focus remained on the maddening darkness.

Somewhere far above her head, a high-intensity arc lamp cracked on, bathing them in a cylinder of light. Jennifer noticed immediately that this room was far more spacious than the entrance would have her believe, though despite her best efforts, she couldn’t see much of it beyond the shaft of blinding light.

“Tora and I have come to an agreement about you.” Mrs. Devlin finally cracked a smile.

“What do you mean?” Jennifer was confused but the intensifying mask of anguish on Rabecca’s left her with an uneasy tingling sensation at the root of her spine.

“You will speak only when given permission – slave!” A dark and guttural voice resonated throughout the darkness, exciting the fundamental frequency of the chamber and nearly rattling the stone walls at the foundation.

Tora stepped into the beam of light. Her dark skin, freshly oiled, glistened with power. At once, Jennifer felt the familiar fascination and intimidation as Tora emerged from the darkness. She grasped Jennifer’s jaw in a gargantuan hand, caressing her as she pulled her head close, raking Jennifer with hunter’s eyes as one would examine a freshly acquired piece of livestock. “My slave!”

The note of finality in Tora’s voice caught Jennifer off guard, reaching into her chest and momentarily stopping her heart. She looked to Mrs. Devlin whose relaxed facial expression seemed to confirm Tora’s statement. “Mrs. Devlin…I don’t understand.”

“Whump!” One of Tora’s massive palms shot out in an instant, catching Jennifer square in the gut. She doubled over, collapsing to her knees in pain.

“What’s not to understand? I have compensated Rose quite well for you. Her usual commission, and then some. I own you!” Tora shot Mrs. Devlin a sated look. “I could beat you again like this a thousand times and nobody would stop me because you are now MY slave!”

Jennifer fought to remain conscious. An unbearable pain pulsated from her midsection and her eyes watered, not tears of pain, but a direct emotional response as a result of the delicious agony coursing through her. It was as if Tora had forced a red hot poker into her gut and left it there to simmer. As Jennifer processed the complex sensation, she forced herself to raise her head. Her mouth hung agape, but no words would come, even if she had been given permission to use her voice. Returning her focus to the agony in her belly, she noticed an altogether not-unwelcome sensation beginning bursa escortlar to creep in, mixing together with the pulsing pain in her awareness. Could it be – pleasure? She never thought she would have been into pain sexually…but…maybe she was? But at the same time, perhaps the pain coursing through her body was just part of the equation. Maybe it was the simple fact that Mrs. Devlin had made a critical and lasting decision about her future…her LIFE and hadn’t bothered to ask her consent.

After all, there was no longer any consent to give. She had voluntarily become Mrs. Devlin’s slave hadn’t she? What was a slave if not someone who was legally owned by another, forced to work without any compensation, freedom or personal rights. If Mrs. Devlin wanted her to work as a street prostitute, she’d have to do it wouldn’t she? If she wanted her to become a human toilet for anyone – a random stranger – even someone she wasn’t attracted to – she’d have to do it. She was a slave. Her control was gone. Her life was gone. She’d become something less than human. A piece of property, to be bought and sold at her owner’s whim. Sold to Tora, without a second thought.

And…she was beginning to like it. She felt the tiger’s eye stone along with the tiny jeweled heart on her necklace. She felt the warmth growing between her legs and shuddered.

“Now now my darling. It won’t be so bad. Tora will take very good care of you.” Mrs. Devlin looked down at Jennifer with a motherly smile as she ran a hand through her layered blonde hair.

Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned in to Mrs. Devlin’s calming touch. As Mrs. Devlin crouched beside her, Jennifer nestled against her breast and felt her own breathing begin to slow. Soon she was drawing long, stable breaths of warm air into her lungs.

Tora reached down with a titanic arm and rested it on Jennifer’s shoulder. “Now, I’m sure you are wondering what all those girls are doing outside. Let’s just say it’s a little party…to celebrate the opening of our newest room.” Jennifer was nearly hypnotized by Tora’s commanding eyes and Mrs. Devlin’s calming touch but managed to pull away as she looked into the darkness surrounding her to hopefully catch a glimpse of what made this room so special.

“Rabecca, why don’t you show Jennifer around.”

As Tora and Mrs. Devlin helped her to her feet, Jennifer noticed Rabecca had begun to shake like a leaf. She could see her stomach punching and out in a pattern of random excitement. She noticed her skin had become more noticeably flush and pink. Her face was an inscrutable mixture of euphoria and terror.

“Rabecca?” Jennifer asked.

“Crack!” Jennifer saw Mrs. Devlin’s hand as nothing more than a flash in her peripheral vision before her cheek exploded in white hot fire.

“Your Mistress told you not to speak…darling.” She smirked, shaking out her hand.

“I’ll let her speak Rose…” Tora’s eyes glowed with a malevolent quality somewhere between keen interest and derision. “She’s not going to say anything stupid. I’m sure of it.” Tora leaned in and studied Jennifer’s face closely. She turned her head sideways and pressed her nose into Jennifer’s flesh, inhaling deeply as she moved from the base of her neck up to her ear in one elegant, controlled, motion. “If I’m not mistaken, I believe the little bitch is beginning to enjoy herself.”

Jennifer slowly swung her head up, blinking as the last of the white static faded from her vision. “Rabecca…what’s happening?” The throbbing pain in her cheek was having a similar effect as that of Tora’s punch to her gut. As her dripping vulva would attest had it not been concealed beneath her elegant dress, she was beginning to relish her abuse with a growing heat.

As Rabecca struggled to regain her composure her eyes darted to the sliver of light coming from the hatch on the far wall, as if calculating her chances if she tried to make a run for it.

“And don’t act like you don’t like it either. You wouldn’t have soiled yourself if you didn’t want to get punished.” Tora’s eyes narrowed as the sides of her mouth pulled upward.

Rabecca drew a long breath and straightened her back. She looked Tora dead in the eyes. “I didn’t think I’d end up here!” Rabecca looked up into a specific patch of darkness and shuddered. She drew in a long, calculated breath through pursed lips.

“If part of you didn’t want to end up here someday, why did you help me build it?” Tora cocked a brow and began to laugh. The chamber growled to ominous life in sympathetic resonance. Jennifer found herself growing more aroused with each roar of Tora’s lungs. Jennifer eyed Tora’s glistening, muscular ass. Barely covered by a scrap of cloth, the sable muscles of her buttocks dwarfed imagination, yet retained a perfect silhouette of everything a woman should be in the hindquarters. Part of Jennifer wanted Tora to skip all the foreplay…

Goddamnit Tora, Jennifer thought. That’s all this is isn’t it? Foreplay… bursa escort Let’s cut right to it. I’m your slave. You bought me! You own me! This night’s going to end with you shitting down my throat right? Well…what’s the goddamn hold up? Hold me down and make me your toilet! I’m yours. I’m meant to serve… She nearly lost herself as she imagined being pinned beneath that beautiful brown ass as it pumped gallon after gallon of shit down her gullet.

Jennifer shook her head as she tried to force the depraved thoughts from her mind. She tried to concentrate on what Rabecca had said. What was Tora talking about? What did they build?

Tora reached out and began to stroke Rabecca’s chestnut brown hair. “Show Jennifer.”

Tora reached out into the dark and flipped a switch. A second light clicked on, illuminating a large, four foot wide, stainless steel cylinder suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Rabecca stepped forward. “We call it The Grinder.” Rabecca’s words carried a sickly trail as she looked from the cylinder to Jennifer and back again. “Slaves usually want to eat shit straight from a mistress’s ass. Some don’t even consider it a punishment.” Jennifer blushed slightly as Rabecca met her gaze. “Anyway…Tora said…Tora said.” She fought for her breath and began to shift her weight rapidly from one leg to another.

Tora stepped in. “Some toilet girls need more. They won’t feel complete unless they become something far less than human. A piece of plumbing.”

Rabecca lifted her bound hands to her blushing face and wiped a tendril of hair from her eyes. “And I…I found a way to do it.”

“Show her,” Tora commanded as she undid the ropes binding Rabecca’s hands together.

Shaking the stiffness from her arms, Rabecca reached into the darkness and retrieved a red step ladder, about seven feet tall which she placed below the cylindrical device. Tora coaxed her up the ladder with a gentle pat on her rump, which squished the shit that remained in her soiled white panties further into the crack of her bottom. As she climbed, Jennifer watched the messy material twist back and forth as it was ground between the curves of her ass. Rabecca pressed a large red button on a control box hanging from the ceiling and the silver chassis of the machine rotated to the side, revealing the guts inside.

“The concept is simple. But getting it all to work right…that took me over a year to figure out. Getting it made was another matter entirely.” Rabecca flashed a momentary smile, proud of her work despite her heart beating so powerfully that Jennifer could see her pulse through her neck.

“This is the main feed from, wherever you want. Right now, it is attached to the single toilet in the upstairs of SubSpace. It doesn’t get used a whole lot, which made it great for beta testing. The average flush of a toilet is two and a half gallons of water and just a little bit of waste, which is just way too much water, so this centrifuge removes it all.” She pointed to a large stainless steel drum. “From here, the water moves through a series of filters, essentially separating the piss from the clean water…well, as close as we can get it.” Rabecca sighed. “Anyway, the ‘piss’ is mixed in with the shit we removed earlier in this device here, which is basically a nutribullet with a few modifications.” She tapped a silver football at the other end of the device. “After it reaches the proper consistency, it is released into this tube here, which goes to…the sewer.” She carefully stepped down the ladder. Tora flipped a switch and yet another light clicked on.

Jennifer recognized the ‘sewer’ immediately.

“Lauren!” Jennifer’s eyes popped open. Her mind was flooded with a mix of emotions as she ran to Lauren’s side.

Tora let her run, refraining, for the moment, from sending Jennifer to the floor with another eviscerating punch to the abdomen.

Jennifer looked her sister over with a mixture of relief and terror. Scarcely recognizable, Lauren lay in a messy spread-eagle on the floor, her legs tied securely to two eye hooks set into the stone. Her flowing blonde hair had been pulled into a pair of dirty pigtails and her wrists were bound tightly behind her back. She wore a thin adult diaper that had been filled to capacity some time ago and had since blown out all over the stone floor. Most unnerving was the clear tube fastened to her mouth with thick leather straps that extended up into the machine Rebecca had called The Grinder.

She could see streaks of matted gray across her face where sporadic tears had caused her purple eye shadow to run. Lauren’s eyes opened slowly.

“Are you okay?”

Her jaw stretched to capacity, Lauren’s response was nothing but a series of moans, severely muted by the plastic snake rammed down her throat. Looking into Lauren’s eyes, she couldn’t be sure how aware Lauren was of her surroundings.

“She’s fine.” Tora walked slowly forward as Jennifer knelt beside her sister. “This is what she always wanted. Isn’t it…sewer girl?” Tora scoffed as she looked down at Lauren with pure derision, as if Lauren could asphyxiate herself on a mouthful of human shit and Tora would feel nothing except for mild annoyance at the mess she’d now have to clean. Jennifer felt her body rock with an uninvited wave of pleasure as she thought of her sister being so callously abused.

Lauren’s eyes remained glazed.

Jennifer studied Lauren’s chin and neck. A lurid apron of yellow brown clung to her neck, dripping down from the imperfect seal the tube made with her mouth to partially cover her voluptuous breasts which looked to have been recently bruised.

“Your sister has been the perfect guinea pig. But tonight, we’ve decided it’s time to make our facilities fully operational!” Tora’s teeth glistened like a Cheshire cat in the darkness.

“Fully operational?” Jennifer looked up just in time to see the machinery above Rabecca’s head spring to life. The grinding and whirring, while not deafening, possessed a haunting quality that froze Jennifer’s insides.

With a loud “CLICK,” the machine stopped. Jennifer watched as a yellowish brown liquid flowed down the flexible pipe towards Lauren’s mouth. Lauren’s eyes cleared up in focus on her one true purpose before closing in pleasure as the putrid mess hit the back of her throat. Jennifer watched as her sister’s throat rippled three times. Each time, liquid that had backed up into the tube bubbled up and down, sinking further and further until finally disappearing entirely into Lauren’s throat. She watched Lauren’s hips squirm and writhe, not as if she were trying to escape, but as if she were trying to reach her bound hands into her diaper to touch herself.

“You see. Your sister is finally complete. This is what she always wanted.” Mrs. Devlin stepped into the light.

“Really?” Jennifer’s face twisted in confusion. Sure, it seemed like Lauren got excited when the load of shit fell down the tube and into her mouth, but why the tears? Why the red marks and bruises on her breasts?

“If that’s the case, why was she crying? Why did you have to tie her up?”

Mrs. Devlin grinned. “Plumbing must be secured in place darling. That would be a code violation.”

Tora looked Lauren up and down. “Don’t let her fool you. Those tears are because she hasn’t been able to touch herself the whole time she’s been hooked in more or less. We’re not that cruel, but We’ve had a special request not to let her cum…”

“Who requested that?” Jennifer looked into her sister’s rolled eyes. Surely Lauren didn’t ask not to be allowed to climax. If there was one thing she knew about her sister, it was her passion for self love. Even in the short time she had been a human toilet, Jennifer knew there was nothing Lauren loved more than to slip her fingers between the folds of her gushing pussy as she guided a fresh turd into her mouth with her other hand.

“You will find out soon enough.” Tora grinned.

“But you lied to me.” Jennifer swung her head to face Mrs. Devlin. “You both said that Lauren wasn’t here.”

Tora smiled. “I just said that I couldn’t tell you if she was her or not.” She looked at Mrs. Devlin and winked.

“Okay…you got me. I lied. Sorry darling.” Mrs. Devlin shrugged.

Jennifer looked confused as she processed this new information.

Tora moved in beside Jennifer, wrapping a muscular arm around her neck. The real question is…do you want to join your sister?”

Jennifer paused. She looked at Lauren’s naked form, sprawled on the ground before her. She didn’t like the idea of having to wear a messy diaper. Wouldn’t that lead to a UTI? And she’d hate not to be able to touch herself. But as she eyed the thick straps forcing the clear plastic tube down Lauren’s throat she felt a tingle of energy in her core. She imagined herself on her knees wearing a set of iron nipple clamps as the plastic tube strapped to her face forced load after load of liquid waste into her stomach. Of course in her imagination, her hands were free to do as she wished…

No…I can’t be honestly thinking about…

Jennifer forced herself to shake her head. Mrs. Devlin fought back a snort as she saw ever so clearly through Jennifer’s facade. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Tora smirked. “Rabecca, check her!”

“Yes mistress.” Rabecca cautiously walked forward, kneeling down beside Jennifer before slowly reaching underneath her Gucci dress, expertly guiding her hand past the elastic of her panties. “You’re right Mrs. Devlin. She’s soaked!”

Jennifer blushed furiously. “Yeah…Okay. I can’t help it if my fucking pussy likes it!” Jennifer shook her head down at her disobedient vagina.

“Fortunately for you, there’s a way out.”

“A way out?” Jennifer eyed The Grinder and shuddered.

“Yes. But first let me tell you what you’d be missing out on. You see, we want to connect this machinery to the club upstairs so that every bit of piss and shit that is taken in this entire building, will pass through the stomach of one of our slaves.”

“But why?” Jennifer shuddered. She looked at Lauren and wondered if she got the same speech, and eagerly agreed to the terms.

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Linda jumped up and ran down to the water, the echoes of bitch leaving her mouth Julie quickly followed, they sat in the shallows whooshing their bums in the water, cooling them down. Julie and Linda played in the water for hours petting each other, splashing and laughing, diving in between each other’s legs and hoisting each other into the air. The sun was setting and I called out that I would venture back to the house and organise dinner. I pulled the cork out of the wine, the sun had almost gone Julie and Linda were still on the beach deep in conversation, their hands gesturing that the subject was an interesting one, I rang the bell they both looked up gathered their gear and headed back towards the house still continuing the conversation.

The mood for dinner seemed solemn, Julie and Linda were very quiet, the sun and sea must have taking out the sting I thought. After dinner Julie said she was taking a shower and asked if I wanted to join her. The cool water cascading over our bodies felt great, it was nice to escape the heat. ” I need to ask you something Peter,” Julie said. “Sure, what is it?” Julie explained to me that Linda was intrigued about how turned on Julie became having her arsed pained, and that Linda had admitted that the hot sand stinging her own arse had made her wet, I listened closely,

“She escort bursa wants to experience the feeling of the pain and pleasure,” Julie explained. “No problem, Ill sleep in one of the others rooms for the night,” I replied. ” Peter you don’t understand, I told her you had to do it that way she would feel what I felt, will you do it?” My eyes widened and I kissed Julie my hands wandering down to her pussy, “that’s a yes then I take it, I am glad I told Linda you would.” Julie pulled my hand from her shaved love mound, “now stop that you need to conserve you energy for later tonight.”

Julie was in the bedroom setting things up, Linda and I sat at the dinner table not speaking, the atmosphere was a little awkward, we had shared great sexual pleasures, however it had been the three of us, now Linda and I would be alone together sharing in an intimate journey, one which she would lay her trust in me. “Ready,” Julie called out, Linda looked at me her pupils wide her eyes searching into me, I felt they were touching my soul, it was the first time I had seen Linda timid, almost nervous, I held out my hand and led Linda up the stairs into the bedroom.

Julie had laid out an arrangement of whips across the bed along with two silk scarves, we walked into the room, the door closing behind us, and I could hear Julie walking back down the stairs. Linda pulled the clip from her head releasing her long red hair, ” if you don’t want to do this,” I started to say, Linda placed a finger over her lips “sshh, I want to,” Linda responded, she removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed on all fours. I tied her hands with the silk scarfs and attached the other ends to the bed posts pulling her arms tight, this forced Linda’s head down and her arse to push up, my eyes looked over the assortment of whips, I picked up the riding crop, this will do it I thought.

Thwack.

“Oh fuck that hurt,” Linda shouted.

I whacked the crop across her arse again and again, Linda lifted her head with each stroke gritting her teeth, holding her cries from coming out. My strokes had been short and swift, I wanted to ease Linda into it slowly, and now I pulled my arm back and drew the eskort bursa crop harder and longer against her silky arse, once, twice, three times, tears started to run down Linda’s face, ” are you okay? Ill stop.” I implied, Linda lifted her head and looked at me staring deep into my eyes, her mascara trickling down her face, her red lipstick smudged, “no I want you to do me like you do Julie,” she whimpered.

I knew Julie had explained what Linda would experience and how the mind would give in and let the pleasure take over; I hoped this would happen soon.

I started again this time cropping Linda’s thighs, moving the pain across her body would help her deal with it better, I thought. I then went back to her red arse, hitting the crop against it with more force on every stroke, Linda moaned, she had moved into the pleasure zone. I could see her pouting lips moisten and she pushed her arse out towards the heavens, I ran the crop along Linda’s ever dampening pussy, she clenched her cheeks trying desperately to clamp hold of the end of crop with her lips, she spread her knees out further wanting the crop to touch as much of her swollen cunt as possible, all this did was expose her more to me. I flicked the crop against her protruding clit she wallowed we ecstasy. Linda pulled against her restraints and lifted her head, ” whip me, whip my clit harder,” she pleaded, I took the crop and spanked Linda’s pearl harder with each whack, the noise of the leather against her sopping wetness overcame Linda and she buried her face deep into the pillows screaming for more as her pussy convulsed from the rushing orgasm that had crept upon her.

I positioned myself behind her and parted her lips with my cock running it along the entire length of her slippery pussy, I touched her sensitive clit with the top of my manhood, Linda quivered at its contact, I entered her hot, tight, contracting love hole, her wetness causing slushing sounds to occur as I slowly moved back and forth inside her. Linda’s hands, arms and legs were trembling, I did not know how much more she could take of this, I grabbed her long straight red hair and pulled at it hard, wrenching her head upwards bringing her concentration back to the lust, I increased my deepness into her, and pounded her now welted arse cheeks, she moved her hips in time with my thrusts, she had recovered, I fucked her harder and harder, her cunt tightening with each stroke, she begged me to release her hand so she could satisfy her want, I ignored her pleas and kept drilling my hard cock deeper into her . Linda’s hips involuntary bucked as I drained my last drop of jism into her.

” Untie me,” she shouted, I released Linda’s hands from the silk scarfs she unceremoniously pulled my dick out from her and plunged her hand down to her pussy she frantically rubbed at her clit, ” oh this is fucking intense” she screamed, her arse humping fresh air as her body writhed on the bed, her fingers plucking at her erect clit, her other hand pulling at her mangled red hair, “fuck, fuck, fuck, oh Jesus,” Linda collapsed onto the bed, she suckled her fingers, her hips slowly pushing her groin into the bed.

Moments had passed and Linda seemed to have grasped control of her body again.

There was a knock on the door, Julie entered, she had brought some ice and moisturiser with her, Julie looked at Linda who was sitting on the edge of the bed Linda’s face was flushed from all the love making. “Lay on your tummy,” Julie said to Linda, “you will need this.” Linda obeyed Julie and laid on the bed, Julie ran an ice cube over Linda’s reddened arse cheeks, “oh that feels so good,” Linda announced, I watched Julie sooth Linda’s soreness, running ice over Linda’s flesh cupping the cubes over Linda’s still swollen red pussy, the relief could be seen in Linda’s face, once Julie had finished with the ice she dried Linda off and tenderly and rubbed the moisturiser into the welts on Linda’s buttocks.

I was spent and very tired, I wanted to rest, but I couldn’t leave, I was enjoying Julie’s tenderness and caring. Linda’s eyes were closed and I could sense it wouldn’t be long before she was asleep, Julie placed the top on the cream and then with one almighty smack draw her hand across Linda’s arse, it was hard forcing Linda’s cheeks to clap together, Linda jumped out of her skin ” there you go honey, all done.” Julie laughed. ” Ill get you for that bitch,” Linda shouted as she leapt up and chased Julie out of the bedroom down the hallway, I climbed onto the bed and could hear the girls laughing and chatting as I drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued…

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