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Aria had always been athletic. She played sports in school, played rec leagues in the community. But she was also a girl’s girl. She dressed up in pretty dresses when she wasn’t at practices. She wore make up, and was often mistaken for a model. Her most unique feature was her hair. A dark, fiery copper color, with soft waves, and healthy right down to the ends, which swayed just behind her ankles. She’d never had it cut growing up, nothing more than short trims to keep it healthy. She’d learned how to braid it up so that it didn’t interfere with her athletics. And when she graduated high school, it was assumed that she’d go on to college and play professional women’s sports.

More than her athletics, though, Aria loved her brother. He was older than her by almost ten years, but she’d grown up admiring him. He had joined the military, become a Navy Seal, and she followed his exploits every time he came home for a visit. She had been anticipating his visit for her graduation, and was anxious for him to get home, so she could show off her new driver’s license and the acceptance letter to Brown University, with a partial scholarship in soccer.

The door bell rang, and she raced down the stairs to answer it, yelling out his name. But when she opened the door, there were two Navy officers standing there, looking solemn.

Rather than her graduation ceremony, she was instead attending his funeral. That night, she sat up in her room, looking over the letters that he had sent her. He loved what he did, he loved serving his country. She fingers the words written on the paper, a tear drop falling on the typing paper that he used. Slowly, she folded them up and made a decision. Sleep came easy for her that night, dreaming of her brother. The next day, she was at the recruiting office, talking with an officer. She’d just made eighteen the month before, so she didn’t need her parent’s permission. uşak escort She signed the papers, shook hands, and walked back home.

Her parents were out, having had trouble coping with the loss of her brother. She fixed herself dinner, ate, and then went back upstairs to her room. Her room was a typical girl’s room–lace and frills and stuffed animals of her childhood, trophies and ribbons from all her competitions, and the computer and books of someone growing up. She undresses to her bra and panties, standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging on her door. She unpins her hair slowly, combing out the copper tresses with her fingers, drawing it over her shoulders, in front of her. She takes her brush, and slowly brushes it out, from the crown of her head, down to the very ends. Over and over again. The highlights of fire shimmer in the light, contrasted against her lightly tanned skin.

Taking a lock of her hair, she reaches over to the corner of her dresser, and picks up the pair of scissors she’d bought at the beauty store earlier in the day. Taking a handful of her hair, she cuts it just below the shoulder. A long swathe, about eight inches wide, and at least three feet long. She holds the thick bunch in her hand and swallows hard, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She sniffles softly, “This is for you, Andrew. I’m going to carry on.” She lays that lock over her desk and turns back to the mirror, smiling softly as she cuts the next bunch. She can feel the ‘zzzzt’ of the sharp blades as they cut through the copper strands. The weight suddenly lightening. Her head feels off center. She lets this handful drop to the floor…

The light in the room was golden, the sunset through her open window. She could smell the night coming on. She hadn’t turned on the lights in her room, and all she had to work by was the glow of the sun setting. Again, she cuts more off, van escort this time a bit uneven, but she drops it to the ground, and flicks her fingers through the end. Reaching behind her, she curls her fingers around another thick handful, and pulls it forward, to her shoulder. The sharp scissors slice through it, and it too drops to the carpeted floor beneath her feet. She lets go, and looks at herself. On her right side, her shorter hair brushes the top of her collarbone, exposing the soft rise of her breast under the lace-trimmed bra. On the other side, her hair falls long, covering her arm and her breast. She tilts her head to the right, feeling the weight of her hair. She tilts to the left, and compares the difference.

As she runs her fingers through the shorter side of her hair, she can smell the shampoo that she washed with this morning. Herbal Essence, with the lilac. She inhales deep, now just barely able to get a handful of that soft hair to her face. Closing her eyes, she lets go of it, and reaches over to the left side now, starting with the front. Her hand reaches up, elbow bent, and she slowly closes the scissors around what is in her hand, watching the strands fall away. She drops that length, and hurriedly does the next one, the hair fluttering to land on top of her bare feet. She licks her lips, feeling a tingle in her stomach, a tension between her legs. Her nipples harden and she can see them start to press against the fabric of her bra. Cutting her hair was…turning her on. She could feel the difference in the weight so much more now.

She’s down to the last of it, and she backs up, going to sit on her bed, and turning on the small lamp on the nightstand. She looks over at the pile of red hair on the floor in front of her door. The long lengths, coiled on top of each other like snakes, shimmering in the light. She writhes a bit, this time taking smaller amounts, yalova escort and trimming them slowly, relishing the vibrations of the fine steel blades as they cut away the hair. She draws out this last bit, cutting two inches from the bottom. Then another two inches. Then another.

When she’s done, her lap is full of short strands of her hair, laying over her toned thighs. She brushes them off with her hands, standing up and letting them fall. Then she walks over to her mirror again, and looks at herself. It’s a different girl that looks back at her. Even with the unprofessional cutting, the difference is dramatic. Her face looks fuller, her neck longer. She shakes her head back and forth, watching how her hair swings with the motion. She smiles softly, running her fingers through it. Her toes curl, feeling the thick, cut locks beneath them.

But she’s not finished. She nearly regrets cutting her hair so quickly. Sitting back on her bed, she folds her legs, and reaches for the scissors, cutting again. In short snips, little bits of the copper hair falling to her shoulders. There’s no real rhyme or reason to the way she cuts it, just making it shorter and shorter. The scissors flash in the dim light, and her breathing becomes more rapid. She can feel an almost sexual excitement, each time the scissors cut a length of her hair. “Oh…” she breathes out, pausing and breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling, pressing against the fabric of her bra. Her panties become damp, and she squirms. Reaching up, her fingers try to grasp hair, but it’s too short. She reaches around, finding it short all over. Not even, but in varying lengths, all no longer than a few inches.

The scissors drop to the floor with a clatter, and the girl slides off the bed. She stumbles to the mirror on her door and goes to her knees on top of the long strands of hair, and looks into the reflection. Her hair sticks out in some places, and she touches it with her fingers, pushing at it, tugging at it. She looks down at the hair between her knees, reaching for it, pulling it up in her hands, burying her face against the silky tresses, giving a soft cry.

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Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. Apart from the characters named Olwen and Richard, all the rest of the participants are made up. Having said that, in order to comply with Literotica protocol, I want to state that all characters described below are over eighteen years of age, and all sexual acts are consensual. Be aware that this story contains details of full toilet training, so if this fetish doesn’t float your boat, move on and find something more to your taste. Having said that, if you do continue to read on, I hope you enjoy this tale. Comments are always welcome.

“You look very pleased with yourself,” I smiled as my daughter breezed into the smoking room of the house which I have shared for over thirty years with my cuckold husband. I put my dainty lady pipe down into the ashtray and opened my arms.

“Come and give your mother a kiss and tell me how your day has gone.”

Cordelia has never been too old to sit on my lap, and give me a kiss, although it is only since she turned eighteen that I have taught her to use her tongue as well. Her soft, warm lips met mine, our tongues mingled, and we kissed deeply and sensuously. When the kiss finally ended, her eyes were sparkling and she was breathing heavily.

“I got him off,” she said with a wicked grin. “You were right. Judge Clarke saw reason and directed the jury to acquit. You’re a bloody miracle worker, Mam. How the hell did you manage it?”

“Mary Clarke and I have a lot in common,” I replied with a wink. “We both cuckold our husbands, we both sip from the hairy cup, and we both like young, vigorous cock.”

“Your cup isn’t hairy,” Cordelia said with certainty. “At least it was perfectly smooth last night when we did that sixty nine in front of the cuckold!”

I smiled.

“It’s just an expression, sweetie. I’ve kept my cunt smooth ever since the midwife shaved me just before she delivered you. I think that bitch batted for both sides too. I’m pretty certain that fingering my clit wasn’t in the ‘How To Be A Good Midwife’ handbook!

Cordelia picked up my pipe and puffed it back into life. She took a deep drag and kissed me again. She’s so thoughtful. She knows how much I love smokey kisses. I gave her her first lady pipe for her eighteenth birthday, and she took to it like a duck to water. The cuckold has a huge smoking fetish, and it is so amusing to tease and frustrate him by smoking and kissing whilst he is wearing his chastity cock lock.

“Not long now,” I said with a smile, referring to Cordelia’s forthcoming wedding. She was marrying a fellow barrister in my cuckold’s chambers. Richard, my cuckold, is head of chambers, which, for those of you unfamiliar with the legal system in Wales and England, is where a group of barristers reside and work from.

Cordelia was going to marry a much older man, Clive Lloyd, who by all accounts had the same submissive tendencies as my own cuckold. It was a given thing that Cordelia would take a lover as soon as she was married, much in the same way that I had done when I married Richard.

I have a sadistic streak. I like to inflict pain. Richard is the yang to my ying. He adores being beaten, he has always encouraged me to fuck around whilst denying him any form of penetrative sex. I have lost count of the number of times that I have come home with a cunt full of stranger’s cum, and made him clean me up. One time, he obviously didn’t do a good enough job, and Cordelia was the result. I never bothered to find out who her sire was. I seem to recall that I was being fucked on a regular basis by at least three men at the time of Cordelia’s conception.

All three of them had, to my best recollection, lovely cocks, but all three were unsuitable as life-long lovers, as not one of them was in a position to keep me in the manner to which I have become accustomed as Richard’s wife.

And now my darling daughter was on the threshold of marriage herself. I’d done my best to train her to enjoy the lifestyle that I and so many of my girlfriends lived. The lifestyle of a HotWife.

Cordelia had been coached by me and some of my friends in all aspects of Domination, Humiliation and Tease and Denial. To my delight, she grew up bi-sexual, and as soon as she turned eighteen, I took her to my bed. As much as I yearned to fuck her, I resisted that temptation. I taught her how to peg my cuckold though and she also used her strap-on to fuck me and a number of my friends.

To my delight, Cordelia’s classic beauty was matched by a fierce intellect. She graduated with a first class degree in law and then flew through the Bar exam, which meant that she could practise law as a barrister. I made my cuckold find a place in chambers for her, and Cordelia’s professional life had begun. Now all that was necessary was to find her a rich, submissive man who would marry her, sign over everything to her, and live the rest of his life in cuckold bliss. That man was Clive Lloyd.

We were still kissing and cuddling, smoking my pipe and fingering çankaya escort one another when the cuckold came home. As is required, he went straight upstairs and put on his maid’s uniform before reporting to be to be given his tasks for the evening.

Cordelia giggled as he presented himself a few minutes later.

“He’s got a hard on, look,” she tittered, creamy smoke drifting out of her mouth as she spoke. I tutted in annoyance.

“You really are pushing your luck,” I growled. “Go and get my rectifier. I’m going to make sure that pathetic little clit of yours returns to its’ required state. How dare you come in here with it sticking out so lewdly.”

Richard flushed, and hurried off to do as he was told. My rectifier is a broad, thick, leather strap, about nine inches in length. It is flexible, but it takes a great deal of effort to bend it. It was given to me as a wedding present by the aforementioned Mary Clarke, my best friend, my lover and a fellow HotWife.

When Richard returned, bearing the rectifier, I made him lie on his back on the coffee table in the smoking room.

“Display yourself,” I commanded, and he raised his skirt, exposing his pathetically small cock, which I kept shaved. It twitched and swayed and I sneered at the sight.

“Your self control is pathetic,” I said in a low voice. “What’s caused this disobedient display?”

“I heard that Ms. Cordelia won her case today,” he replied. “I knew she’d want to tell you, and I knew you’d congratulate her. I thought of you kissing, and I smelled your pipe smoke when I came in. You know how exciting I find seeing you both smoke.”

“Huh!” I grunted. “Well you’ve had your pleasure. Now get ready for some pain.”

Cordelia, the little minx, giggled and picked up my pipe from the ashtray where I had left it. She slipped the dainty stem between her lips and sucked, exhaling the smoke out of her nostrils. Richard watched, fascinated. His cock twitched again.

Cordelia knelt down at his side and smoked. She blew her smoke into his face.

“I love seeing Olwen rectify your hard-on,” she sneered. “When I’m married, I’m going to train my cuckold in the same way. I hope I get a rectifier for a wedding present.”

I tapped Richard’s tiny balls with my strap. It was our signal that his punishment was about to begin. He played his part too, as he knew he was required to do.

“Please beat my clit and balls,” he recited. “I need to learn to control myself.”

“As you wish, cuckold,” I replied, and without any warning I raised my hand and brought the rectifier smartly down on his cock.

It struck right on the mushroom head. Richard is circumcised, so he has no foreskin to protect his tiny, shiny end. There was a very satisfying slap, quickly followed by an agonised howl.

“Shut up!” I hissed. “Do you want the neighbours to hear you?”

Cordelia giggled.

“Hit him again,” she urged. “Make the sissy cuckold bitch cry.”

I smiled at her and winked. Then I gave him two really hard slaps, forehand and backhand, both of which landed dead square along his cock shaft. Richard howled again, but already his cock was softening. I nodded in appreciation.

“We’re getting there,” I told him. “but to prevent any further misdemeanours, I’m going to give you some deep bruising. That should remind you what I think of unauthorised hard-ons!”

Richard’s cock was completely soft now, but I continued to beat it, watching in fascination as it began to turn bright red as a result of being hit by my rectifier. I thought it made a lovely contrast to his balls, which were an exquisite shade of blue, thanks to my not having milked him in over a fortnight.

“I love watching you punishing him,” Cordelia said dreamily, leaning over to give me a delicious smokey kiss. “My cunt’s on fire. Can I sit on his face?”

“Of course you can, darling,” I smiled. “Make him worship you properly.”

Cordelia was wearing her court uniform. A crisp white blouse and a mid-calf length black skirt, but I knew that beneath that skirt she wouldn’t be wearing any underwear. I can’t recall the last time Cordelia or I pulled on a pair of knickers.

Clamping my pipe between her lips, Cordelia hoisted her skirt to reveal her lovely, smooth cunt. Her outer lips glistened as if to show just how much she was enjoying seeing Richard being beaten.

His cock twitched again at the sight, and I gave it three vicious slaps in quick succession. He howled again and his cock grew still.

Cordelia straddled his face and sank down.

“Don’t lick yet, cucky,” she instructed, her pipe waggling up and down as she spoke. “I need to piss first.”

Richard is a trained human toilet. He swallows any ladies golden rain that he is fortunate to be given, and he also is very good at arse cleaning after Cordelia or I have had a dump. I have always meant to train him to be fed direct from my arse, but I’ve never really got round to it.

As I continued cebeci escort to beat Richard’s cock and balls, Cordelia sighed, farted and then gave another sigh as she began to piss. Richard swallowed every last drop, and then began worshipping my daughter, who very soon began to grind her clit against his nose. She achieved her orgasm quickly, and motioned for me to come and kiss her.

Plucking the pipe from her lips, I mashed my own lips against hers, receiving her tongue and some lovely smokey saliva in return. We continued to kiss as she rode out her orgasm.

“I’m going to have to phone Julian” I sighed, referring to my current lover. “After all this I need to be fucked.”

Cordelia kissed me again, getting off my cuckold’s face as she did so. His face was red and sweaty and covered in cunt cream. My clit tingled at the sight. He might be a cuckold who was denied penetrative sex, and who was only good for cunt worship and clean up, but he was my cuckold, and I loved him.

“There’s always my strap-on if Julian’s not available,” smiled Cordelia. “You know how much I love to fuck my dear old mam!”

“Not so much of the ‘old’, you cheeky bitch!” I smiled, reaching for my mobile phone. Julian is on speed dial, so I only had to press one button. He answered almost immediately.

“If you’re ringing to ask if I’m available, the answer’s ‘yes’. I can be there in five minutes,” he said. “But I’ll need a lift home afterwards. I’m on my way to the garage. I’ve booked the car in for an MOT.”

I didn’t bother asking him how he could be here in five minutes if he left the car in the garage. I just replied, “Sounds good to me. I need your cock in me and the cuckold can run you home after you’ve fucked me. He can have his cream pie when he gets back here.”

I put my phone down and turned to Cordelia.

“Julian’s on his way,” I smiled. “So your strap-on won’t be needed, thank you.”

“I think it will,” she replied with a cheeky grin. “This little session has left me needing more. I’m off home to peg Clive. I can’t believe he’s going to be my very own cuckold in six weeks!”

This next bit is extremely painful to put into words. But put it into words I must, as it is all part of this story.

Julian was as good as his word. He knocked the door barely five minutes after our telephone conversation. I made Richard fluff him nice and hard. Then, with the cuckold in the corner, facing the wall so that he could hear and smell me getting fucked, Julian and I got down to the business.

He started off in my mouth, moved down to my cunt, pulled out and fucked my arse for a while then finished off in my cunt once more. I was a dripping, well satisfied mess by the time he pulled out of me and made the cuckold come over to clean his cock up before being driven home.

“Don’t be long, cucky,” I told him with a grin. “I’ve got a cuntful of cream pie waiting for you when you get back!”

He grinned at me and stood aside to let Julian out before him.

“Keep it nice and warm for me,” he said softly, blowing me a kiss as he left.

The port for the ferry to continental Europe is not far from my house. The articulated lorry that was taking a consignment of Scottish whiskey over to Poland had been on the road for almost twenty hours. When the driver fell asleep at the wheel, the huge truck made mincemeat of the crash barrier running down the centre of the dual carriageway and drove over the car coming in the opposite direction. Both occupants of the car were killed instantly. Those occupants were Julian, my lover, and my darling cuckold, Richard.

It was a shock, and a devastating blow, of course. My friends, those in the lifestyle and those vanilla ones who had no clue of my interests, gathered round and supported me. I wept more for Richard, who had been my rock, suggesting and encouraging me to become a HotWife, and never once complaining when I took up his suggestion.

But life must go on. Cordlia, seeing the way the land lay, encouraged her barrister colleagues to vote for her fiancé to replace Richard as head of chambers, and thus it was that when she and Clive said their vows in front of a small, very select group six weeks later, she was marrying the new head of chambers. All her colleagues knew that Cordelia and Clive had planned to marry, and only a few grumbled at not being invited to the wedding. Cordelia was not bothered. Her guests were exclusively ladies in the lifestyle, and they included Clive’s mother and her cuckold husband. Apart from the groom, he was the only male present.

Immediately after the ceremony, some photographs were taken at the Register Office. These were for the new bride and groom to show to their vanilla friends. Once that task had been done, Cordelia’s chosen Maid of Honour took charge.

“Right, ladies. That’s the legal bit done. Now we can move on to the real ceremony today. Everybody is welcome back to my house for the ceremony to welcome dear Cordelia into çubuk escort the COCO club.”

Everybody grinned on hearing Mary Walters’ words. All the ladies present were COCO members. It stood for Community Of Cuckold Owners, and all new members had to go through the same initiation ceremony. This ceremony consisted of the woman being fucked in the presence of her fellow HotWives and in front of her husband, thus making him a cuckold.

We all transferred to Mary’s house. I say ‘house’, but ‘mansion’ would be a better description. Mary’s cuckold was a High Court judge, who wore elaborate robes and a wig in his day job. When he was not sitting in Court, Mary kept him in a drab maid’s outfit, and he wore a different type of wig when dressed to serve.

His Honour, Judge Reynard Walters was ready to greet his HotWife’s guests with a tray holding flutes of champagne as they arrived. Clive, the cuckold-to-be, was given golden champagne, a mixture of the content of his new wife’s and his mother’s bladder. He was told to drink up, and not to worry if his glass was ever empty. There was, he was informed, an almost endless supply of his special drink.

Preparations for welcoming Cordelia into our community had been long made. As was traditional, all members submitted the name of a chosen lover to Mary. These names might be of a long-term lover, or merely someone who had been a one-night stand. All the names however belonged to men who had one thing in common. They all possessed huge cocks, and they all liked to be fluffed before they got down to fucking the new member. Once all the names had been submitted, they were put into a velvet bag, and the HotWife-to-be drew out one name, which she handed, unread, to the President.

This choosing ceremony had taken place during Cordela’s hen party. The lucky gentleman had been informed, and had agreed to volunteer his services. He was already present, sitting in the traditional place of honour in the room that we always used to conduct the initiation ceremony. Also traditionally, the new member’s lover was allowed to keep his anonymity by wearing a hood. Thus, only the President of the COCO club, Mary Walters, knew the identity of the man who was to fuck the latest recruit to the club.

When the time arrived, Mary picked up a small hand bell from the mantelpiece above the huge fireplace. She shook it and on hearing the silvery tinkle, everyone fell silent and took their allotted seat in armchairs and on sofas which were placed strategically around the centrepiece of a double divan in the centre of the large room.

As mother of the HotWife-to-be, I escorted Cordelia into the room. She was already naked, and I could see and smell her arousal when I went to collect her. Her nipples were hard and her cunt, freshly shaved that morning, glistened with juice. I kissed her and ran my finger along her cunt slit. I looked at my finger, which was now coated in her cunt juice. I sniffed, then licked my finger.

“You’re ready!” I told her with a wide grin. She took my arm, and side by side we entered the rom where she was to be fucked into membership of the COCO club.

On entry, I kissed Cordelia, and stepped aside. I went to my seat, and sat down. Cordelia was handed a dog lead by her cuckold-to-be’s mother. They kissed and then Cordelia led her new husband and soon to be even newer cuckold into the centre of the room. She lay down on the large double divan, and her masked lover came forward. He was bare chested, but wore a pair of loose fitting leather trousers.

As everyone watched, Clive unbuttoned these from his kneeling position, and tugged them down. The lover wore no underpants and his cock plopped into view. He stepped out of his trousers to murmurs of approval from the audience.

“My first instruction to you is to fluff the gentleman in front of you,” Cordelia said in a low, but firm voice. Clive immediately took the large cock in two hands, peeled back the foreskin and slipped it into his mouth.

In no time at all, the cock swelled in thickness and grew in length. Clive gagged on it, and the audience giggled and broke into light applause as he was skull fucked for a few seconds. Then there was silence as Cordelia spoke again.

“Put my lover’s cock in me and become my cuckold,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You may remain on your knees and watch as I am fucked. You will be required to perform clean up when the gentleman has finished.”

Everyone held their breath as Clive, with trembling hands, wiped the cock up and down a few times along the length of Cordelia’s cunt slit. This transferred some of her cunt juice onto the pale purple mushroom head. The young man nodded curtly, and Clive lined him up. He slid the cock into Cordelia and shuffled back.

There was a delicious wet cunt fart and he was in. Cordelia gave a low moan of pleasure, and wrapped her legs around her lover’s arse, pulling him deeper inside her. The lovers stayed still for a few seconds, and then they began to fuck.

Traditionally, there is nothing romantic or long-lived about an initiation fuck. It is merely a way to bring a new member into the group, and also to create a new HotWife/cuckold combination. So, true to form, the masked lover began to fuck Cordelia frantically.

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It was a hot summer afternoon in Phoenix. We had been to the lake waterskiing with some friends, and now were back at my apartment, relaxing to some smooth jazz, and trying to cool off from the 118F outside.

She was still wearing her bikini under a T-shirt, and I was wearing my jeans. We were lounging on the floor, just laying next to each other, and kissing gently. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off and stretched like a long, lean cat. I was totally mesmerized by her, and completely amazed by her beautiful body.

I asked her if I could see her breast, and she said that would be fine, but I had to take off my shirt, too. I did that, and then she reached back and removed her bikini top. I kissed and licked all over her breasts, and was really enjoying myself. Her nipples had gotten very hard, and were sticking out and just begging for me to suck them.

I moved down and licked across her stomach and then started trying to untie her bikini bottoms. She arched her back, then raised her butt off the ground, and in one quick kartal kendi evi olan escort motion, yanked off the bottoms. For the first time, I was actually seeing- and touching- a real live, naked woman. She said that I had to take off my jeans, and I did that in about a half-second. Then we held each other and kissed and snuggled together. I was as hard as a rock, and my prick was poking her through my briefs. She felt amazing. I was just rubbing my hands all over her, smelling her, kissing her, and trying to memorize every inch of her.

Suddenly, she reached down and stuck her hand into my underwear, and grabbed a hold of my dick. I froze. She just held on, tightly squeezing me, as I pulsed hard in her hand. She pulled me on top of her and kissed my forehead and my lips. She was perfect. I was lying on top of her and looking into her eyes, not really knowing what to do. I was scared and thrilled at the same time.

She spread her legs wide apart and held me tightly, moving slowly escort kartal bayanlar beneath me. She moaned softly and asked me to make love with her.

“Is this how?” I asked. She said, “You’re almost there- just move up a little bit.” As I did, I felt the tip of my dick touch the folds of her pussy. She was so hot it almost felt like I was burned. She moved a bit up and down, and the head of my dick slid back and forth across the entrance to her pussy. Then, she just grabbed my butt, and pulled me up towards her mouth. As she pulled, I easily slid inside her and gasped with the pleasure of feeling her around me. I had never felt anything like it. My dick was wrapped tightly in this amazing tunnel, hot and wet, and gripping me my entire length. I couldn’t even exhale, it felt so good.

She looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled, and said, “Breathe.” I did. Then she said just to take my time and enjoy her. She said I was big, and was filling her up. I don’t think I’m that big, but it was kartal olgun escort nice to hear that. She moaned, and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles, and we began to move together, then apart, then together. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. It didn’t take long before I knew I was going to explode- she felt too good. I told her that I was going to cum, and she said it was okay, she was on the pill, and I should just go for it. With that said, she began to move, and squeeze, and flex her pussy, and I moved in and out quicker and quicker. She was panting loudly now and I was feeling my balls tingle and I knew we were close to both going over the top.

She pulled my tightly against her, and starting saying “yes… yes.. YES!!!” over and over, and suddenly my balls blew and I began squirting into her. She yelled again, pulled me deeply into her and held me so tightly I could barely breathe. I was grunting and pumping into her as hard as I could. We both were cumming and cumming and cumming. Finally, I was spent. Her tight pussy had milked me completely, and I rolled off of her, and lay on my back, gasping. She lay on her back next to me, gasping also, and with a grin, asked me “Are you SURE this is your first time? WOW! You did really well.” I lay there and caught my breath, and said it really was. She laughed, and said, “Just remember, next time keep breathing.”

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The Coffee Shop 10:00 AM

“I’ll order the drinks, Alexa, why don’t you grab an open booth?”

“Oh, we are sitting in a booth today, are we?” Alexa raised her inquiring eyebrow prompting Alexa’s reply.

“We are. We have so much to talk about.”

Tera walked up to the counter and waited for the cute barista to take her order. She had short brown hair that framed her blue eyes perfectly. A small silver ring through her nose complimented the silver framed eyeglasses speaking to a very natural and minimal look. Her skin was pink and fresh bearing no remnants of makeup.

After ordering the cortado’s Tera joined Alexa near the back of the cafe. She knew it would be a few minutes before the drinks were ready.

“That’s a cute top, Tera. Love the way it shows just enough of you. New?

“You like it? Yeah, I purchased it in a boutique on Main St. last week.”

“And, your trip last week, how did that go for you?”

“Oh, it couldn’t end fast enough. I really missed Jim and was dying to get back home to continue…shall I say…my redefinition of his expanding boundaries.” Tera couldn’t help but smile after saying it.

“I like the way you put that. Very nice, Tera.” Alexa smiled knowlingly at her friend.

“Alexa, so much has happened since we last met here. I want to fill you in on everything. But, first I’ll get our drinks.” Tera started to rise from her seat.

She stopped when she felt Alexa’s hand top her arm. She looked down at the long, slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails that implored her to stay seated.

“They will bring us our drinks.”

“No, Alexa, you have to get them yourself in this coffee…”, Tera stopped when she saw the young barista purposely walking towards their booth with two drinks.

“Here you go, Miss Schiavone, two cortada’s. Anything else?” She smiled at Alexa never once looking at Tera who was the one who ordered and payed for the beverages.

“I think we are all set, aren’t we Tera?” She smiled, “Or, would you like a biscotti to go with that drink?”

“Before Tera could answer the barista chirped, “I’ll get you two Miss Schiavone, on the house!” She pivoted and left like a woman on a mission.

“Uh, do, do you know her?”

“Let’s say we are ‘friends’. Alexa had the faintest of smiles but chose to not elaborate.

The barista returned, deposited the two biscotti’s on separate plates, never once looking Tera’s way, and returned to her station to resume her duties.

“I envy you, Alexa, you not only have men falling over you but women as well. If anyone has the best of both worlds it has to be you.” She was astounded, but not surprised at the attention her friend garnered from a variety of men and women that came into contact with her.

“Envy me? Look at you, Tera.”

Tera, not expecting this reply pushed her friend to explain.

“You have a great job. You are beautiful beyond words…

Already Tera felt a blush from Alexa’s out of nowhere compliment on her looks. She felt like a school girl but Alexa pressed forward.

“…and you have a man who adores the ground you walk upon. Maybe it is I who should be envious of you. But, you know, I’m not that type. Envious.”

They both laughed at the last part. But, for Tera, Alexa’s words lingered deep inside her stirring up emotions she couldn’t quite identify. They were strong enough to lead her into a more intimate level of conversation that she had not anticipated earlier.

“Well, yes, I love my life, Alexa. Adore it, really. Jim is…well, he’s fantastic and he’s really been quite adaptive regarding my…changes.”

“Changes? You mean sexual play?”

“Well that and, I don’t know quite how to explain it other than I’ve been pushing boundaries with him. Stretching him to look at sexuality in a more fluid light with less barriers and more…” Tera seemed to struggle finding the right words.

“Tera cut to it. This is me here. If you are enjoying feminization play with him that’s all you have to say.”

Tera gave a short laugh. She knew Alexa was right. No one new how to say so much in as few words as Alexa. It was part of the power she commanded with anyone that was in her presence. Crisp, succinct ideas expressed with clarity were effortless for her. Most people had no idea how to speak so directly, and some were frightened and left uncomfortable in her presence as the bare truth was more than they could process. But, others like Tera, and even Jim, were not threatened. They appreciated the honesty and truth that that she articulated so efficiently.

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Yes, it’s the feminization thing we’ve been doing. At first it was just some light play but each time I engage I want to go further. I want to take him deeper into this role. I’m not sure why…I guess it’s because…um…”

“Think about it Tera. This is important for you and Jim. Why is it important to you? You can’t possibly expect to get there if you don’t have a plan. You could end up somewhere you don’t want to be aksaray escort without a road back.”

Tera thought about those words. They resonated with truth and logic making her look deeper into herself.

“True, I get it. Okay, here’s the part I know”, Tera replied.

“I love Jim. He’s the only man for me.

Lately, I’ve thought about… I’ve wondered what it could be like to be with a woman.”

Tera looked down and then up at Alexa attempting to assess her reaction. There was not a lot to see as Alexa gently tilted her head imploring Tera to resume.

“There I said it. It’s out. Geeze, I’ve never said that to anyone and I’m not even sure I fully admitted it to myself.”

“So, you are thinking about being with a woman? Behind Jim’s back?”

“That’s just it, Alexa, I couldn’t do that to Jim. I mean, I could, but it wouldn’t feel right. Even if it was just an experiment, a one time, test, I, we, have always been about each other. Not as intimate as I’d like, but, you know, we’re close.”

“Tell me what you are thinking Alexa? Ugh, this feels so awkward to me.”

“Let me ask you a few questions. When you orchestrate Jim’s sexuality towards feminization are you imagining him as a man or a woman? What is the turn on for you?”

“Good question. Um, let me think.”

The two stare into each others eyes. Alexa wearing a pleasant, if not slightly playful glint in her blue eyes. She is patient as Tera feels the unease of coming to grips with her deepest of feelings on a subject that is not altogether comfortable to her. Yet, it is one that relentlessly tugs her in a new direction.

“I actually think both.”

“Both? Explain what you mean, Tera.”

“Okay, I have liked the fem part with Jim because I have thought about what it would be like to be with a woman. Maybe that is part of the thrill imagining a woman doing things to me. Almost a trial run. It excites me in a different way.”

Yet, the bigger turn on, I think, is the control I’ve acquired when we play and I coax him to do things he is not comfortable doing. Being able to make Jim do something he really has no desire to do but concedes that doing it will turn his wife on. Make her happy. I mean, he’ll endure humiliation just to please me. I don’t know how to describe this…new thrill, but it makes me feel vibrant and alive.”

With sparkling eyes Tera adds, “Oooh… I don’t know there is just something about it that gets me excited down there. I mean even talking about it right now, you know, I’m starting to feel myself getting turned on.”

“I can see Tera there is no stopping your urges that feel overwhelming to you. And, darling, the good news is there isn’t any reason to corral them. They are natural, evolutionary feelings that are neither good or bad. They will open new doors for you that promise surprises maybe even beyond your imagination. Do we know what lies ahead?”

Tera raised her eyebrows and prompted her friend to keep going. She looked like a teen hanging on Alexa’s every word. Anticipation taking over.

“The answer, Tera, is we don’t know. But, it’s a safe bet that it will be a rocky ride. Sort of the old saying with high risk comes high reward.”

Alexa noted that Tera seemed as confused as she was excited.

“I’ve given you a lot to think about Tera. Or, actually, it’s you who have given yourself much to ponder.”

“So, true”, mused Tera.

“One more thing for you, and I wasn’t going to mention this, but I went and saw Jim while you were out of town.”

Tera’s facial expression was one of concern, “You mean you went to our house?”

“Yes, Tera, I go there at least twice a week, remember? This time I wanted to talk with Jim. I was sensing he was struggling a bit of late, just some stuff I was picking up on the last few times I saw him.”

Alexa was careful to not mention that Jim had cancelled an appointment to see her as this was between Jim and her and she wouldn’t betray even a potential client’s privacy.

“Do you mind, Tera?” She added, “Should I have checked with you first?”

Tera felt embarrassed realizing that she had over reacted. “No, definitely not Alexa. I think I felt threatened. Jim is only human and the idea of you alone with him gave me…I’ll just say it…I wondered it he could be tempted in even a small way. That would break my heart.”

Tera got a bit teary eyed. It surprised her how quickly the feeling washed through her. She looked at Alexa hoping for reassurance.

“No worries. He adores you. You are his queen.”

Tera broke into a grin that pushed her teary eyes back down, “Really, did he say that?”

“No he didn’t say that. I did.”

The two laughed and Tera queried, “No! Well what did he say?”

“He talked about how confused, in a very general way, he was about your evolving relationship. The poor guy was just consumed with embarrassment. But in the end he was all about pleasing you. Making you happy.”

“Wow. I love hearing that.”

“Good, alsancak escort because that’s all I’m going to say about it.” Alexa smiled. “He’s not a patient, but I took him under my wing a bit for him as much as for you. But, you know that, right?”

“Oh, god, yes. Thank you, Alexa.”

The two friends finished their conversation with some light chat with Tera again trying to find out how she knew the barista so well. To no avail as Alexa would not elaborate beyond ‘just friends’.

When they walked out together the barista called out, “Hope to see you soon, Miss Schiavone.”

Later that evening…in the bedroom 9:00 PM

Tera is reading a book and rubbing her neck as Jim enters the bedroom. She is in her cream colored yoga pants wearing a muted green top. Her reading glasses are on as she looks up at her husband.

“What’s the matter, Tera, do you have a sore neck?”

“That’s exactly what I have and it’s not going away.”

“Why don’t you take a nice long hot shower to relax it. When your done I’ll massage it for you.”

“Really?” Tera instantly perks up. “That would be so awesome. Give me say fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready. So ready. Thanks, baby, that is so sweet of you.”

Jim watches his beautiful wife gather her things and head into the shower. The last thing he sees is her beautiful ass inside the tight yoga pants. He feels himself stir.

It leads to a question he’s often asked himself, ‘how did he get so lucky to marry a beautiful and smart woman like Tera’? I mean he knows he likes who is but he thinks his wife is so much more than him on every measurable level. He’s had to try and keep up with her for your years and now he realizes this could be his biggest challenge.

His wife is changing and he knows it. He’s smart enough to know that if he doesn’t evolve with her it will be a matter of time before her interests stray. It’s not her nature to plan such a turn but he thinks she won’t be able to resist following her passion and desires. No, as uncomfortable as the recent bedroom scene has become wouldn’t it be worse if she lost interest here? Began to become bored or complacent. He knows inside that it’s been a bit scripted the last year or so. Sex a little less frequent and more predictable.

Until, recently. Until Tera began introducing dominance which wasn’t that bad. I mean he kind of liked giving up some control to her. He couldn’t deny his erections had been more full of late.

It was the feminization play that was causing him angst. He knows he is a heterosexual male with zero interest in men. So, if he flips a bit on his role and embracing what Tera is no doubt pushing him towards what will happen to him? Is it just a 60 minute exploratory in their relationship or does this new behavior serve to unseat his foundation, turn him to something he doesn’t want to be? What if he can’t reverse course, or even worse, what if he likes it?

His reverie was interrupted when he heard the water being turned off in the shower. Faintly, he could hear his beautiful wife softly humming. She was happy at this moment and he liked that. Was he happy? Not like her.

He felt pressure about what would happen next. He knew this was bad and he looked inside himself for a way to look at what happens next through a different lens. One that was less judgmental.

Interrupting his thoughts he called out, “Honey, bring the massage oil with you, okay.”

“Already have it, Jim. I’ll be out in just a few.”

Tera cracked the door open and Jim looked through the steam escaping through the open space to see her face and one of her legs and foot. He quickly scanned her from top to bottom and felt yet another stirring. God she was beautiful.

“Do you want me to put on a top and bottom? Or, and it’s up to you, were you thinking this might be a full body massage? You know, not just my neck. But, you are the one doing the work so whatever is good for me. I’m just grateful to for any amount of time.”

Was she manipulating him into giving more? More important, did it even matter? There was only one answer to that question that would culminate in a happy evening. Even as he responded there was a knowing part of him that was grateful that she even posed the question. He stirred even more.

“I’m thinking my beautiful wife deserves the full treatment. Is that about right?”

“Oh, baby, I so love you. I’ll be right out. I’ve got the oil and a big dry towel for the massage table.” She quickly closed the door as to not let the warmth escape.

Jim looked around the room and decided to use the dimmer to soften the lighting. He was in jeans and a t-shirt which made him feel like some masseur at a local clinic who was being paid for a service. It wouldn’t do.

But, what to wear? The other night it was nothing so that seemed to be the safe choice for Jim. He peeled off his shirt, then his pants and underwear leaving him completely naked. He shivered, from what, he didn’t know.

He stood naked waiting amasya escort next to the massage table. A mix of excitement co-mingled with awkwardness caused him to feel shy. It was as if his nakedness would be too much on display. He tried to purge this irrational thought but it wasn’t leaving.

Then he saw it. On the hook next to Tera’s side of the bed. The mauve silk robe that she wore on weekend mornings. It was if it were calling him because without realizing it he walked over to it and just stared.

Before he touched it Jim looked behind him to see if Tera was out of the bathroom. She wasn’t. Without picking it up he leaned forward and took a deep breath. It was Tera. Her aroma, essence, and it was unmistakable.

Jim was now close to achieving a full erection just from the act of flirting with this intimate article of Tera’s clothing. He took another deep whiff. It was so heady that he couldn’t help but cradle some of the fabric in his hands bringing it closer so that it actually pressed against his face. He was in another place completely entranced with his wife’s personal belonging.

“Put it on, baby.”

Jim froze. He felt her arms gently go around his waist from behind as her lips stayed pressed to his ear. “It’s mine and I want you to wear it. I want my massage with you in my nightdress. Doesn’t that sound hot? You inside of my intimate apparel? It’s making me wet just imagining it.”

Tera takes one of her hands and gently engulfs Jim. Using her index finger she lightly strokes the bottom of his penis. If she could see his face it would tell her that he has closed his eyes overtaken by a bliss he didn’t think possible. How can it be that Tera is suddenly so sexy to him?

Tera removes the garment from his hands and now faces her husband who has opened his eyes. She sees they are glazed over, and more than that, he is awaiting what she will say or do next.

Tera feels the incredible power of this moment knowing that she is in control. She forces herself to keep things light and not rush too quickly. “Here, honey, you can just slip right into it” she says while holding it up. Jim concedes to her suggestion, turns around and puts both arms through the sleeves. It’s a tight fit as his arms extend well beyond the laced cuffs.

“Ah, baby, it’s perrrrfect. You hands will be free to do your magic.”

Jim is silent. He is also fully erected. He appears uncertain of what to do next, unclear on what is going to transpire, and afraid to look Tera directly in the eyes.

“Jim, baby, look at me. This is okay. You aren’t doing anything weird. We’re playing, evolving our relationship so that it stays fresh and interesting. Just trust me on this, you will have a great time tonight.” She smiles. And, so will I she thinks to herself.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to just stretch out on the table. On my tummy first sound okay? I want you to work on my neck like you promised.”

He makes an adjustment to the robe that he is now starting to get accustomed to and notices how his penis enjoys the swish of the fabric as it touches him. Jim puts some of the oil in his hands and warms it. The aroma is subtle as it begins to fill the room.

“Start with my feet, Jim. Don’t rush through any part of me. I do want the full massage. Hey, it would make me feel special if before you started each area of my body, like feet, calf muscles, glutes, if you planted one of your special kisses to that area. Won’t that be nice? I love your mouth on my body.”

Jim appraises his wife before beginning and realizes, maybe appreciates fully for the first time, how utterly beautiful she is as she relaxes on the table. He knew she’d been going to the gym but the tone of our muscles was incredible. She was firm and fit. Fresh from her shower he could feel the heat emanate from the lower part of her body.

He reached for her right foot and then remembered the kiss. Rather than bend awkwardly he lowered himself to his knees and placed a soft kiss in the middle of that lovely foot. He agreed with Tera, it was nice to begin like this. He repeated the act with the left foot and then began plying, first the bottom of her feet, and then he wrapped his hands around the whole foot to massage the top part.

Jim swooned to the soft cooing coming from Tera. He knew he was making her happy willing him to intensify the effort giving it his full attention. He moved up her body slowly kissing calf muscles, backs of knees, hamstring areas while proceeding to apply deep tissue massage to all the areas.

When he reached her bottom, he stared at it in a way to absorb its true beauty. Tera’s ass was practically sculpted with just the right amount of shape. He had to restrain himself from literally pushing his face into its very center.

He reminded himself that these moments were for Tera. Back on task he began working on her back and neck area, not before placing a dozen kisses up and down her spine and to both sides of her neck. Goosebumps riddled this area after receiving his tender kisses, methodically placed in such a way as to give his beautiful wife the most pleasure. He admired his work as she sighed, yet again.

“Let’s switch.”

“Switch?” Replied Jim.

“Places. I want you on the table.” She rolled over and swung he legs over the side.

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Sometimes, life can bring you surprises, and I’m going to tell you about one that happened to me. I’ll start at the beginning so you can understand the details that led up to the extremely erotic encounter that I had last night.

My wife Linda and I have a very good sex life, and we frequently share our fantasies and desires. One of mine is to cum in her pussy, and then lick her clean afterwards. Linda always got a kick out of this one, and when we talked about it she would get very hot and wet, and we would have a great fuck. Unfortunately, after I cum I always lose my desire to eat her, even though she would encourage and tease me to try to get me to do it. Plenty of times I would fuck her for a while, stop and eat her pussy which is dripping with our juices, and then fuck again until I cum, but I could never eat her after I shot my load.

One of Linda’s favorite fantasies is to have another man fuck her while I watched. I have to admit that this excited me also. Linda is very hot looking, she’s tall and brunette, and keeps her lean body toned and tight. She has really long legs and when they are wrapped around me I’m in heaven.

One night after some heavy sex, Linda was again attempting to get me to eat my cum from her. As usual, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Come on babe,” she said, “you should do it, I eat your cum all the time.”

“Sorry Linda, I know I want to before I cum, but I just don’t want to afterwards.”

“Hmm, well, I think your missing out on something you want sweetie, it’s your loss. I know it gets me hot thinking about it.”

She snuggled up close to me and said, “I still get really hot thinking about doing another guy in front of you, have you given that idea any more thought?”

I actually had given it a lot of thought, seeing her beautiful pussy with another cock slipping in and out of it had made me jerk off many times. “Not really,” I lied, “you’re still thinking about that? Where would we even find someone?”

“Well…..there’s a new guy at work, his name is Steve, and I was thinking that he looks pretty hot. He’s married, but I met his wife and they seem really nice. We got to talking and it turns out that they’re swingers, and I think that I might be able to borrow him for a night.” She ran her fingernail up and down my chest, which always drives me wild. “What do you think honey….please? I’m betting you’ll really get off on it.”

I didn’t really need to think about it, I really wanted to see this. “Well, I think it will be ok, maybe we should give it a try. Just because I can’t do my fantasy doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have yours. You set it up for whenever you want.”

Linda let out a squeal of delight and French kissed me deeply. “Thanks babe! I promise you’ll have a great time.”

The following Saturday Linda & I went out to dinner, and then came back home. We had a couple of drinks and I was getting pretty horny. We hadn’t had sex in five days, and I was aching for some action. I started to feel her up as we watched a movie, and Linda kept smiling strangely at me. When I suggested that we head to the bedroom she looked at her watch and said “Keep your pants on lover, I’ve got a little show planned for you tonight.”

Wow, I immediately knew what was on hand. It was actually going to happen. My cock grew to its full length, straining my zipper.

“Now, when he gets here I don’t want you to say or do anything,” she told me. “You just follow us into çankaya escort the bedroom, sit down in the chair, and enjoy your show. God, I’m already so wet, my panties are going to be soaked through.

Just then the doorbell rang. Linda gave me a wicked smile and went to answer the door. She opened it and let in a man about 5’ 11”, who looked lean and muscular. Linda said “Hi Steve,” kissed him on the lips and led him into the living room where I was sitting. As I watched she ran her hands up and down his body, and he felt her tits through her blouse and then gave her ass a nice feel.

Linda groaned and looked at me, and then turned and walked to our bedroom with him following. I got up and eagerly went after them, my cock at full attention inside my pants.

In the bedroom they stood next to the bed, and I took a seat in the chair so I could watch. Linda wasted no time and began undressing; she pulled off her blouse and skirt to reveal red panties and bra. I could see the crotch of her panties were soaking wet, she was really excited. I was glad I was able to fulfill her fantasy, and looked forward to some really hot fucking later.

Steve stripped down to his underwear, and I could see that his cock was already up and ready for the job. Linda got down on her knees and slipped the waistband of his underwear over the head of his dick. She again looked at me and then took a few tentative licks. She lowered his underwear to his ankles, and he stepped free of them. She then gently rubbed the head of his member over her lips, just giving it little licks and kisses, and his pre-cum started to flow.

“Mmmm, you taste good Steve, your cock is nice and hot. It’s making my cunt even hotter, did you see how wet my panties are?”

“They looked really wet, let’s see you without them,” he replied.

Linda stood up and undid her bra, and let if fall to the floor releasing her breasts. Her nipples stood out, Steve gave each one a little pinch, which elicited a moan from her. She then grasped her panties and lowered them, exposing her moist twat for Steve’s pleasure.

Steve reached down and felt her wetness, and then told her to lie down on the bed and spread her legs. Linda obeyed, and Steve climbed between them and began eating her out. I watched fascinated, as this was one of my favorite things to do. Linda gasped as his tongue slid up and down her labia, and then slid in and out of her pussy. This went on for some time, he would suck and lick her clit, and then tongue fuck her. My cock was aching, and the confinement in my pants wasn’t helping any.

“I’m so hot, please fuck me now Steve,” Linda growled. “Fuck my hot pussy, make me cum.”

Steve needed no extra urging, and he climbed on top of her as I watched. Linda had her legs spread wide, and Steve opened his so that I could clearly see as he guided the tip of his cock to Linda’s waiting slit. He poked the tip in, and Linda moaned loudly. He slid into her wetness easily, and I saw his entire cock disappear, and then slowly slide out again. He continued, sometimes increasing pace to a hard and fast fuck, and then backing off to a slow gentle pace.

Linda was pinching and pulling her nipples, moaning with ecstasy. My cock had soaked through my underwear and there was a visible wet spot growing on my pants. As I viewed the spectacle Linda suddenly shouted “Oh God, Oh Fuck I’m going to cum! Fuck me hard Steve – I’m fucking cumming çankırı escort on your fucking cock!”

She started to writhe beneath him, and he drove his cock deeply into her soaked slot. Harder and harder he pounded, and as Linda cried out with her orgasm I saw his ass clench and his balls drew up, pumping cum deep into her pussy.

Steve collapsed on top of her, spent from the force of his ejaculation. He laid there for about a minute and they kissed, then Steve pulled out of her. His cock was wet with their fuck juices, and as he pulled away a string of cum hung from his dick to her cunt. Linda laughed and said “God we’re wet, just wipe that off on my pussy please.”

Steve smiled and rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, leaving the drippings spread all over her pussy lips and pubic hair, and then rolled off of her and lay next to her.

Linda rose up on her elbows and viewed the sticky wet mess of her crotch. She smiled and looked at me. “Do you like what you see babe?” she asked.

I looked at her pussy and I definitely liked what I saw, I was really turned on and I had a thought in the back of my mind that I might like to eat her out. I couldn’t believe I wanted that, but I hadn’t cum and right there in front of me was my wife’s beautiful cunt all filled up with cum, my fantasy come true. It wasn’t my cum, but God I was hot at that point.

“I think you do like what you see,” she giggled. “Anything you want to do now?”

“What do you mean?” I gulped. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Steve.

“Come on, tell me what you want to do and I’ll let you do it babe. Are you having some nasty thoughts? You can tell us, Steve won’t tell anyone – well, maybe his wife, but that’s all right. Just tell me what you want.”

It felt like my cock grew even longer. She was going to make me say it in front of Steve. I swallowed hard, I really wanted it. “I’d like to taste your pussy,” I blurted.

“What!? You want to taste my pussy? You can do that anytime lover, I don’t think that’s what you want to do now. Out with it – what do you really want to do?”

I almost came in my pants; she was going to make this really nasty for me. I took a deep breath and said “I really want to lick the cum out of your cunt, I want to clean up that mess for you.”

“Oh, you nasty boy! You want to lick up my cunt after it’s been fucked? It’s really a wet hot mess, isn’t it? It’s even messy outside because Steve wiped his dripping cock all over it. Well, I guess it does need to be cleaned up, why don’t you take off your clothes first.”

I stood up and quickly stripped, my cock felt a surge of relief as I freed it from its confines. Linda looked me up and down and smiled, then leaned over and kissed Steve. She looked back at me and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Climb onto the bed between my legs.”

I did as instructed, and Linda said “Take a close look, can you smell how it’s been fucked?”

I got in close to her pussy and took a deep breath. It smelled like heaven. She had cum very hard and her juices were mixed with Steve’s, and the sweat of their fucking created an intoxicating ambrosia. “Yes, you smell delicious,” I said.

“Then you can start cleaning me since you like how I smell. I want you to lick all around the outside first, get that nice and clean, and then you can start sucking me out.”

I tentatively started to lap up the cum, my cock was dripping onto the bed. çayyolu escort I got the first taste and it was smooth and salty. Her pubic hair was coated, and I had to lick hard to get the sticky mess off, but I worked hard and succeeded. I glanced up to see her frenching Steve, and without stopping she took the back of my head and pushed my face back down into her hole. I fervently began sucking, and she suddenly started to buck against my ministrations. She cried out “Fuck, I’m cumming again already! Oh God, suck my cunt out!”

I sucked as she came, her cunt muscles pumping the cum out into my mouth. Spasm after spasm roared through her body, and she grabbed my head with both hands and roughly held my face against her twat as she rubbed it up and down. Steve had grabbed hold of her nipples and was tweaking them, adding to her storming orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure faded, she released me and lay back. “God that was fucking great, but I think there’s more in me.”

I saw that Steve was at full attention again, and Linda noticed also. She got on all fours and presented herself to him. Steve took the hint and positioned himself behind her, and promptly buried his cock in her twat. Linda started to rock back and forth, impaling herself deeply with each stroke. Her eyes were fluttering, I had never seen her this turned on before.

“Babe, climb under me and lick me while I’m getting fucked,” she told me. “Don’t think about it, just fucking do it, I want you to do it so fucking bad, please fucking lick my cunt now!”

Who was I to refuse? I got underneath her and she and Steve spread their legs a little more to allow me easy access. From that angle I had a great view of his cock going in and out, it was slick with their lubrications, and Linda’s twat was actually working up into a lather. I reached out with my tongue and started to lick her clit.

“OH FUCK YEAH!” she shouted. “LICK IT HARD YOU NASTY CUM SLUT! LICK HIS COCK WHILE IT FUCKS ME! LICK IT LIKE A THE FUCKING WHORE YOU ARE! LICK THE BALLS THAT FILLED ME WITH FUCKING CUM!”

I started to lick at the cock as she ordered me, sliding my tongue over the shaft as it plunged into her, and taking his balls into my mouth when he was fully in her. My cock was leaking all over my stomach, and I was very close to cumming.

Linda began to spasm wildly, and Steve grabbed her hips to keep his cock deep in her. She cried out that she was cumming again, and her body was wracked with tremors as she rode out her third orgasm. I was licking Steve’s balls and I felt them tighten up as he spewed his second load into Linda, and she sobbed with pleasure feeling her twat filled up again with more cum.

Steve pulled out, and Linda dropped herself straight down onto my face, cum leaking freely from her gaping hole. I lapped it up as she ground down onto me, and as I sucked she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth.

I lasted about 10 seconds, and then a violent orgasm shook my whole body as I let loose what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth. She continued to suck and I continued to lick until my cock began to deflate. Finally, she rolled off and turned over to face me.

I had cum on my lips and face, and she had a big smile on hers. Steve was watching as she grabbed me and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to accept her tongue, and was surprised when she returned my whole load of cum to me!

“Now swallow that one too,” she said with a grin.

I smiled and let it slide down my throat, and she let out a laugh.

“There, now you finally got to taste your own cum lover, maybe next time you will actually be able to eat it from my pussy! If not, we can always invite Steve back for more practice…”

The End

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A two part story of a man whose lucrative business evolves into a true vocation. As with most of my stories it develops slowly, and I hope readers will stick with it into the second part.

*****

Rory retrieved the key from under the third flower pot and let himself in the back door. He had a similar working arrangement with most of his clients, so that they wouldn’t have to be bothered letting him in every time, or even have to be home when he was there. He made his way down the hall to the kitchen where he found Mr. Givens seated at the kitchen bar drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper.

“Good morning Mr. G.” Rory offered up with a bright smile.

Mr Givens looked up. “Oh, good morning Rory. It’s Monday isn’t it, and you’re here bright and early as always. I’m afraid Mrs. Givens is still in bed, and we had quite a busy weekend so we haven’t had a chance to straighten up much and the place is a bit of a mess.”

No more so than usual, Rory thought, but after all that’s what kept him gainfully and lucratively employed.

“No problem Mr. G. That’s what I’m here for.”

Mr. Givens smiled back. “I guess that’s true. In any case, try to do some of the quieter cleaning first while the Missus is still asleep.”

“Sure thing Mr. G,”

Rory was a professional housekeeper, a Houseboy for Hire, as his listing and ad on Craig’s List proclaimed. He had started his business six years prior, soon after graduating from college, almost as a lark, mostly because at that time he didn’t know what else he wanted to do with his life, and also because he was good at and actually even enjoyed housework, having had a great deal of experience with it growing up. Except for laundry. He hated doing laundry, even his own, which tended to often pile up in his apartment over time. He always made it clear up front with prospective clients that laundry would not be part of his services.

He had been quite frankly surprised at how well and rapidly his business had taken off after he had place what was still his one and only ad and listing.

“Houseboy for Hire. Allow me to expertly and efficiently take care

of most of your domestic needs. Weekly or Bi-weekly.”

He had thought his early success was likely in part due to the novelty. But his good natured boyish charm and personality, along with his 6′ 3″ athletic and nicely muscled frame and good looks, also helped to endear him to many prospective clients, especially the women, who invariably were the ones who did the hiring. After that, the fact that he turned out to be very good and conscientious at the job always helped to seal the deal.

And he wasn’t cheap. From the very start he had believed that if he wasn’t going to make a decent living out of it then what was the point. This had cost him some early potential customers who had balked at his price, but he had gotten some, and when word of mouth, and reviews on the web spread, he fairly quickly built up a thriving concern. He worked two four hour sessions, 8am to noon, and 1pm to 5, Monday through Friday. Most clients used him for one regular four hour session a week, although a few alternated with other clients on a bi-weekly basis. He charged $200.00 for each four hour session, making it a point to always have his weekends off, and allowing himself two weeks off every year for vacation. With the full Monday to Friday schedule usually filled, as it had been for the past number of years, he was making at base $100,000 a year, and that didn’t include his frequent tips and holiday bonuses.

Of the former of those, the most frequent and generous come from a more intimate service he had begun to provide for a few of his clients. They were always the first to approach him in this regard, but he always made sure to make it seem that he was equally desirous. And he was never so crass as to suggest that money should in any way be involved. It was just an extra for both parties to enjoy, even as he did always appreciate the larger than usual tips that came his way after. It also helped to keep his own libido well satisfied, even as he was in no other ways engaged by any of it. He currently had three clients with whom he regularly provided this service, and two others on occasion.

After Mr. Givens had left for work, Rory set about to begin his chores, quietly as he had been instructed. He washed and dried and then put away the accumulated number of dirty dishes and pots and pans that lay around the kitchen, as well as the full stack of clean ones still in the dishwasher. He then proceeded to sweep and then mop the kitchen floor before moving on to pick up, dust and polish in the living and dining rooms. He was careful to not make too much noise, although he knew that Mrs. Givens would likely be up soon enough. As he had come to expect, at about 10 o’clock she appeared at the door of her bedroom, wearing a long white silk robe. She did not look in any way disheveled as someone who had just risen from bed. Her hair was carefully combed and brushed, and make up had already obviously been applied to her face. Upon seeing her Rory gave her his best nice boy smile.

“Good karabük escort morning Mrs. G. You look lovely as always this morning.”

Mrs. Givens grinned back. “Why thank you Rory. It’s wonderful to see you again to start the week.” she purred, and then started to turn back into her bedroom. “Could you come in here for a moment? There’s something I need you for.”

“Of course Mrs. G.” he replied as she led him into the room. Once he was inside she stopped at the foot of her bed, and with her back still to him she slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her to be fully naked beneath.

Mrs. Givens was one of his regulars.

In her late forties she was reasonably attractive, if a bit short and plump. Rory clearly knew what to do next. He ambled over behind her and placed his arms around her, cupping her ample breasts in his hands. Slowly massaging them for a time he then lightly played with her nipples between his fingers as she leaned more fully back into him. He then moved one of his hands softly down her belly, eventually finding her patch of hair below. He let his fingers gently caress the outside of her slit which was already well wet. Using two of his fingers he spread her distant lips apart, searching for and discovering her button of joy which he began to brush to and fro with one finger, as the other probed more deeply within. She began to sway, groan and buckle in his grasp.

Finally she could take no more and suddenly pulled away and turned around, dropping to her knees before him, rapidly undoing the front button and zipper of his pants and pulling them and his boxers down as he rose fully and firmly in front of her.

“Oooh, you’re so big.” she crooned.

Rory had never considered his six inches, while thick, to be overly endowed, and he wondered idly at that moment about Mr. Givens in that regard. Mrs. Givens wasted no time, hungrily enveloping his entire manhood within her mouth, and began to furiously deep throat him. He would have preferred a more delicate touch and slower pace, but he didn’t find the process entirely unpleasing, especially as he still had work to finish when they were done, and he also had a new client to meet that afternoon and he didn’t want to be late for that. He let her have at him as such for another minute before leaning forward and gently lifting her up and courteously positioning her on her back on the bed.

“That was really very nice Mrs. G, but I think I know what we both want more.”

Mrs. Givens grinned up at him, pulled up her knees and spread her legs wide in ready anticipation. Rory slipped off his pants completely, pulled off his tee shirt, and quickly put on an ever available and expected condom. He then knelt up onto the bed between her legs and penetrated her. In this position he could more readily control the rate and rhythm, but she made her own demands clearly apparent.

“Harder Rory. Fuck me harder.”

He strove diligently to please.

“Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.” she panted.

And he did.

“Don’t stop … Please, please don’t stop.” she pleaded

And he didn’t. One of Rory’s many talents in this realm was that he could usually last quite some time, especially when his mind was occupied with what chores he still had to do when this was done, and what his schedule would bring later that day,

“I’m coming Rory, I’m coming” she shrieked. “Oh God I’m coming so much.”

Rory took this as a cue and invitation for his own release, and with one final deep thrust and a low guttural groan, he came himself, accompanied by even louder screams from Mrs. Givens.

In a few moments it was over, and he slipped out and onto his side next to her. Taking a few more moments for them both to collect themselves, he finally spoke,

“You’re the best Mrs. G.”

She beamed up at him. “Do you really think so?”

“Without a doubt.” he confirmed.

She sighed contentedly, and after another minute he began to get up.

“I hate to have it end so quickly, but I still have to vacuum before I go.” he said. “And I have a new client I have to be on time for this afternoon.”

“I understand.” she answered. “I’m going to stay here and rest a bit longer.” she added. “Don’t worry about making the bed. I’ll do it after you leave.”

He gave her another huge smile.

“As I said Mrs. G. You’re the best.”

Rory quickly dressed and got out to finish the rest of his morning’s work. He certainly wouldn’t shirk or scrimp on his primary responsibilities. This was his livelihood and he was a professional and proud of it. This other service, for those that asked and wanted it, was just an extra, a nice little aside and benefit for both parties.

He vacuumed the three rooms that needed it, then finished dusting, polishing and tidying up so that by noon everything, except the unmade bed which Mrs. Givens had promised to take care of, was clean and immaculate. He had not seen Mrs. Givens again, but did find the envelope with his check for the morning session on the dining room table, along with, as was written on the outside of the envelope karaman escort ‘a little something extra for all your good work.’ He smiled , pocketed the envelope and made his way out the back door, placing the key under the flower pot as he left for his car, and to make his way to the afternoon session with the new customer.

For the past four years, Rory had always been able to maintain a full weekly schedule of clients. He would lose an occasional one when they would move away, and twice when the customers, after a time, thought that he was a bit too expensive. More often some clients would insist that they needed him more than once a week, which he would always politely refuse, indicating that it wouldn’t be fair to his other customers who filled all of his slots. Most accepted this status quo, not wanting to lose him completely. He had lost a few clients along the way who had truly needed more time, but this never posed a problem for him. From word of mouth, and regular continuing queries to his web listing, he had a healthy waiting list of prospective clients, which he now had to utilize far and far less often.

The Monday afternoon slot was the first one that he had had to fill in over six months, but the client he was going to meet now for the first time had not been on his waiting list. He was taking her on at the behest of Mrs. Franklin, one of his earliest clients, and who had been extremely helpful in the beginning in helping him find a number of new customers. When she had recently asked if he could now help a friend of hers in dire need of housekeeping help, when this slot had opened he felt that he couldn’t and shouldn’t refuse her.

He didn’t know much about this new person other than her name, Rhianne Ross, and that she lived alone in a house on the far side of town. Most of Rory’s clients were married couples, although he did have a few older widows who lived by themselves, and one elderly spinster who treated him like the doting grandmother that he had never had. He wondered which of these two likely categories this new client fell into. He had only communicated with her via email, once that address had been supplied by Mrs. Franklin, to set up this day’s appointment and session.

It took him the better part of his lunch hour to find on his GPS and get to her house, which was on the opposite end and well outside the town. It was at the end of a small cul-de-sac and up a fairly long driveway. It was effectively hidden from the road by a large number of trees, but opened up at the top of the driveway to reveal a reasonably sized lawn area and hedges, all of which he noted were not very well maintained. That was not a concern for him though, as he only ever contracted for inside housework. The house itself was two stories with an attached garage, and was pleasant enough appearing, though in some areas looking to be needing some upkeep and repair.

He made his way to the front door, probably the last time to be entering this way he mused, and rang the doorbell. He waited patiently for well over a minute. When no one answered he wondered how long he should wait before ringing again without seeming rude or impatient, particularly as hired help. After more than two minutes he thought that perhaps she hadn’t heard the first ring, and maybe he should finally ring again. Just as he was about to do so the door opened.

Standing in front of him was a young woman about his own age, probably in her late twenties. She was tall for a woman, at least 5′ 11″, and had long reddish brown hair, now pulled back into a pony tail with a scrungie. She wore no make up, and for some reason he instinctively surmised that she rarely if ever did. Nor that she would need to. It would have added nothing, indeed would likely detract from what he could already see as an almost pristine and natural allure, with just a hint, he sensed, of a possible darker mystery. Slim and athletically built she was wearing long track warm up pants, running shoes, and a dark blue tee shirt. She remained there looking at him intently, waiting.

After several silent moments Rory was the first to sally forth. He flashed his brightest, genuine, ‘it’s a great pleasure to meet you’ smile and broke the ice.

“Hi, I’m Rory, the houseboy for hire. I believe we’ve been communicating by email and set up this appointment for today.” If, in actuality she was the customer. He had never before had a client his own age. Indeed, he had never had one within ten years of his age.

“Ah, yes.” she responded. “I’m Rhianne Ross.” confirming the fact. “You’re the person Dolores Franklin so highly recommended. Come in and we’ll talk first.”

With that she turned and walked away, and he entered and closed the door behind him. As he followed her from behind he was impressed by how she moved with such a lithe and confident grace. She led him into a living room and sat down at the end of a long sofa. She then indicated that he should sit across from her. The only chair there was a big overstuffed easy chair with a hassock in front, and he didn’t think that as the new houseboy it would seem right for him to settle back into the kars escort easy chair, so he sat on the edge of the hassock, facing her. She appeared to find that appropriate.

This time she was the one to speak first, and did so with a reserved smile, which nonetheless he found quite charming.

“Mrs Franklin has certainly extolled your abilities and I hope she is right.” she began. “I work from home, and I’m also a bit of a homebody. But I’m also not much of one for housework so I need someone to tidy up and put and keep this place in reasonably good order. Do you think you’re up to that task?”

He once again summoned up a big, boyish smile. “It’s what I do, and I promise you I’ll always do my best.” he assured her. “And I do most everything that deeds doing inside the house,” he continued, “except for laundry.” he concluded, just to make that clear from the very beginning.

“Yes, Dolores did mention that.” Her smile curved up slightly more. “I’m sure that’s something we can take care of.”

He nodded back in return.

“Well, I think that settles everything for right now,” she said after they had chatted a while longer, “and I have to get back to work, and you need to get started. So if there’s nothing else, let’s both get to it.” She then stood up and he hopped up quickly in response.

“Yes … Ma’am.” He hadn’t been sure at that moment how to refer to her. Miss Ross or Miss R just didn’t seem quite the right way to answer to somebody his own age, and yet she was an employer and an amount of respect for that needed to be somehow acknowledged, so in that instant he had come up with ‘Ma’am’. She seemed to accept and be satisfied with that. She nodded and left the room without another word.

After she had left him to his tasks Rory did a quick survey of the house and discovered that she had not exaggerated the general state of disarray. In every room he found innumerable items strewn all about and seemingly just left where they had last been used. There had obviously been no serious housecleaning in quite some time, and he realized that it was going to take far more that one session to restore the entire place into some semblance of order. He decided to attack the most serious areas first, starting in the kitchen with the piles of dishes, pots and pans that needed to be washed and put away. He scrubbed down the sink, oven, stove and counters, and rearranged neatly all of the cabinets. This left him with just enough time to scour and clean the two bathrooms in the house, leaving the porcelain toilets, tubs and sinks sparkling, and the tiles of the walls and floor gleaming. He worried though that she might be upset that he had only gotten to these three rooms, but she said very little as she handed him his check for that first day as he left, other than that she would see him the following Monday.

Arriving the next week he decided to work on her bedroom first. After changing the linens and making her bed, wondering as he did whether she ever did so herself, he then tackled her clothes closet, finding the floor piled with a jumble of mismatched shoes, slippers, sandals and boots, the hanging clothes jammed together indiscriminately, many half on and half off the hangers, and the shelves above a morass of sweaters, scarves and boxes. It took him the better part of three hours to get it all in some civilized order, before going back to the kitchen and bathrooms, which after a week again needed some major attention, although no where near as much as the week before. It took him two more sessions to fully attend to the rest of the house, including cleaning , dusting, and polishing the furniture in the living room, her study, her work out room, and the apparently little used dining room and extra bedroom.

Every week he would have to spend some time in the kitchen, bathrooms and her bedroom, but by his second month on the job he had things well enough in hand and order that he could get to every room during every session. It also seemed to him as time went on that things were not quite as messy from week to week, and that she might be making some small effort to keep things in more reasonable order in the times between his coming. He did notice every week however that her laundry hampers were always overflowing, and he wondered how often she ever got to those.

Rhianne was always present when he was there, although they seldom interacted except to say hello and goodbye, or if she had a special housekeeping ‘request’, which he always attended to immediately. She would occasionally grace him with a pleasant smile, something he began to look forward to more and more. She spent most of her time in her study on her computer, apparently working at her job, whatever that was, information of which she never volunteered. Sometimes though she would exercise in her work out room, either running on her treadmill or using her stairmaster. Rory made it a habit when she did so, to walk by the open door of the room as often as he could manage, to cast long glances at her from behind as he did so. He would find himself mesmerized by her long perfectly proportioned legs flowing so fluidly and effortlessly over the churning treadmill track. When not in her workout top, shorts and shoes, she was usually casually dressed in tee shirts, cutoffs and sandals, her hair either in a pony tail or a bun, but sometimes enticingly hanging loose and long over her shoulders,

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It all started back when I was first married I bought my new bride a vibrater. I think I enjoyed it more than she did I loved sticking it in her pussy and sucking on her clit at the same time. She was a virgin and very shy about sex I did get her to suck my cock before we was married and she was amazed when my cock started spurting cum she loved to jack it off and watch my cum shoot out of my cock. As I continued to use the vibe rater on her pussy over the next few months she liked it more and more.

One day she called home and said she would be late getting home because she had a late meeting. I was horny and had been jerking my cock earlier I went into the bedroom and got my dirty magazines down and got the Vaseline out and started jacking off I looked at one picture and there was a woman masturbating with a dildo I got to thinking about my wife’s vibe rater and got up and went and found it. As I pulled it out of the dresser drawer I noticed they was pubic hairs on the vibe I got to looking closely and it smelled like my wife’s pussy I stuck it in my mouth and sure enough it was my wife’s pussy juice on the vibe.

My cock got super hard and I started thinking about her fucking herself with the vibe while I was at work and then I got mad thinking who doe’s this Bitch think she is masturbating while I’m not around. Then I went back to the bed and started rubbing the vibe rater over my balls and I cum harder than I ever cum. That was the first time I ever used a vibe. I never mentioned to my wife that I found her nasty cum covered vibe rater.

But a few days later I surprised her by coming home early and I caught her in the act she had her legs spread out and she had the vibe buried deep in her cunt she had a Movie in the VCR of John Holmes fucking Seka in the ass but what really caught my attention was her two fingers she had buried in her asshole. I entered the room just as the Bitch was cumming I had never seen any thing like this in real life. I’ve jacked off to bitch’s in magazines doing things like this but here is my wife that was a virgin a few months ago fucking ankara otele gelen escort her pussy with a dildo as she fucked her ass with her fingers.

She pulled the vibe out of her cunt; you could hear it go plop as it was sliding out of her pussy she was so embarrassed. I said what is going on here you nasty slut she said she was sorry and that she had just got horny and got carried away. I told her if she was that horny she needed to suck the vibe into her mouth and lick her juices off of it. I got undressed and she sucked and fucked me the best she ever had. I stuck two of my fingers in her ass and she started protesting. I said shut up Slut you was fucking your ass with your fingers when I came in here. Her asshole was so tight and it sucked on my fingers I knew they was no way my cock would fit in her ass so I just kept on finger fucking her ass and pussy at the same time.

After that afternoon are sex lives changed we was a lot more open about things. About a month later I had been playing with the vibe rater and for some strange reason I lubed it up and started playing with my asshole It took forever to get the end of it in my virgin asshole but after I got it pass the outer ring of my ass it felt real good and the cum shot out of my cock with great force I didn’t fuck my ass that day I just left it in there while I jacked off. Over the next few weeks I played more and more with the vibe rater I had trained my asshole to take the vibe right up to the end and I could fuck myself with it while I jerked off.

Every time the wife would leave the house I would go get the vibe rater and go into the bathroom and lock the door and fuck myself to orgasm. One day I was so horny I forgot to lock the bathroom door and my mother in-law opened the door and I was on the rug on my knees with the vibe rater stuck as deep in my ass as it would go. She came in and shut the door my hands was so greasy from all the Vaseline I couldn’t pull the vibe out of my ass.

She said what are you doing you nasty little anal slut. Fucking your öveçler escort ass? As she was talking she was reaching around for my cock. When she had it in her hand she said My God how can my little girl take such a big cock, can she get this in her pussy? Can she suck this massive cock? She started pumping my cock then she stopped and said if you will fuck my pussy and eat the cum out I will not tell my daughter what a pervert you are. I told her that I would fuck her since I found her attractive but I have never tasted my cum before.

She said it was about time you learned to eat your cum and it always taste better when it is mixed with pussy cream. She made me roll over on my back so the vibe rater couldn’t slip out of my ass and then she straddled her legs over me and sat down on my cock. Her mature 40ish pussy felt real good it was bigger than what I was use to but it was a lot wetter and when she started fucking me I could feel her pussy muscles stroking my cock. She kept fucking me going up and down and every time she pumped her ass down the vibe rater would massage my balls deep in my ass. She could feel my balls draw up and she would stop so I wouldn’t cum the bitch was driving me crazy. She had her pussy muscles so trained that she could milk my cock and never move her body.

This was the oldest pussy I had ever fucked at the time. And it was my mother-in-law. The way she was fucking me and the vibe rater in my ass was too much I shot deep in her pussy and it sucked every once of cum out of my body. After I had cum she pulled my cock out of her pussy and straddled my face her pussy was about 3 inches from my mouth when the first load of cum dripped out of her cunt it landed on my lips and she made damn sure I stuck it in my mouth and ate it. She then spread her swollen cunt lips apart and sat down on my face and started grinding her cunt on my tongue.

Her clit was so hard I could feel it rubbing back and forth on my upper lip. I kept sucking and licking all the cum I could find she just kept on rubbing her cunt on my face. I had pendik escort pussy cream from my chin to my forehead she rubbed her cunt all over my face. Then she pulled her panties up and her dress down and told me thanks and welcome to the family. I know now that she has fucked all her son-in-laws, but she never told on me. Shortly after that I went to the adult bookstore and bought some more sex toys like a large dildo and a butt plug. I went home and while I was sucking my wife’s cunt I pulled out the big dildo and started working it into my wife’s pussy while I ate her She jumped up and pulled away she said what the fuck you trying to fuck me with a baseball bat. I replied; no honey this is a new dildo I bought yesterday and I want to try it out on you, it is a lot bigger than the old vibe rater. She said; I know you about split my pussy open with that monster.

Then she said let me fuck your ass with that dildo! I had been thinking how it would feel with a cock up my ass but I was to shy to ask her so I said; if I let you fuck me with the dildo can I fuck you with it afterwards? She said, yes now bend over and grab your ankles. She lubed my ass up with Vaseline and started poking that dildo up my ass she was playing with my cock and balls as the big fucker was slowly inching its self into my asshole my cock started having spasms and cum started shooting out like someone was jacking on it.

She finally got that dildo buried as deep in his ass as it would go and I started cumming again and again. It wasn’t long before I was back down to the adult bookstore buying more sex toys this time I got a dildo harness and a super dong attachment. I always wondered what a cock in your ass felt like so tonight I am going to find out. I went home and showed my wife the new toys and as usual she had to fuck my ass with the big dong before I could fuck her with it, but that is what I wanted anyhow. She now fucks me as many times as I fuck her. She has many attachments for her strap-on harness. I just love to be ass fucked.

When she puts on her strap-on and walks up to me my cock stands straight up and I can feel my ass open up. She now wants to see me take a real cock and fuck it. My wife is so kinky she loves everything about sex now and I let her imagination run wild. If you like to be fucked with a dildo or have other kinky things you let your wife do to you E-mail me I want to hear it.

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I had a lot of replies from men who have a heavy panty fetish and thought I’d write a fantasy involving one of these guys- I have changed the name to protect him. I never realized that so many men share this fantasy in reality, but I thought that they liked reading about it and not participating in this fetish.

His name is John who confessed that he was married and often wore his wife’s panties, bra and stockings. He is in his late 20’s and frequently masturbated in his panties and even pissed in them.

So I asked him to book a hotel and I would visit him. I wore a very sexy denim microskirt, 2 pairs of my dirtiest panties one over the other and one up inside my hot, wet dirty pussy, high heeled stiletto heels and a tight white singlet with spaghetti strings

He had called me 10 minutes ago saying that he was in the room and gave me the number. I ordered him to take all his clothes off, lie on the bed with his legs spread wide and hands over his head and leave the door slightly ajar and wait for me.

I took my time picking up items and arrived at the hotel about 30 minutes later. I pushed the door open quietly and saw him on the bed with his hand on his cock. I closed the door and said to him. “Who gave you permission to masturbate”? He took his hand away and stared at me. I could sense he was mentally undressing me in his filthy mind.

“Stand up!” I ordered him. He had a largish cock. I put some of my worn lingerie on the bed and instructed him to put them on. As he put each item on he was to kiss and smell the material and thank me for the privilege of wearing my sexy lingerie worn by his panty mistress as that was my role for the night.

I sat in the chair and let my legs part so as he dressed he could look up my skirt as I knew that that was one of his fetishes. I smiled at him, asking him if he liked what he saw. He nodded and started to put on a suspender belt and stockings which he struggled to attach correctly. Next, I asked him to put on the panties from my young trim room mate that I had borrowed from her. I watched him try and put them on, but he could not get them over his erection as they were too small for him

“Well if you can’t fit them on. you’d better sniff them and tell me how they smell!” I watched him put them to his nose and breathe in her fragrance. I handed him another pair after having slid a couple of tight cock rings at the base of his scrotum which he could just fit on. I gave him a bra to put on and a tight shirt and short wet look skirt.

“Turn over! Spread your arms and legs!” When he had done that I secured his wrists and ankles to the bed frame and knelt between his legs. I placed a blindfold over his eyes and I pulled one of my breasts out from my t shirt and fondled it – inches from his face-pressing my knee into his balls and then the other one.

“Do you like breasts?” I asked him. He nodded. “What do you think of mine? They are nice, aren’t they? I bet you look down a girl’s blouse when you are talking to them, don’t you. We are going to play a game.” While I was talking I was fingering ankara olgun escort my nipples centimeters from his head.” I want you to tell me what size my tits are and what cup size they are. Open your mouth! He slowly licked around my nipples and back and forth over the top of them and sucked and bit on them a bit too. I really enjoyed this, as he flicked his tongue back and forth against them really fast;

He was doing such a good job that my pussy was dripping cunt juice. My knee was still pressing into his balls. I slipped my breast out of his mouth and asked him what size he thought they were

“I’m not sure, Mistress maybe 34 or 36?”

“I’ll give you a clue what is the favorite size liked by men?”

“36”

“And the cup size?”

‘C”

“Very good. You deserve a reward.”

I moved down and pressed my breast against his panty clad penis and rubbed my nipple against it up and down and then slid my breasts on either side of his rock hard cock so that his cock was rubbing itself in the gap between my 2 tits.

I got up, removed the blindfold and moved over his head so I was standing over him in such a way that he could look straight up my skirt and then sat on his face. I untied one of his wrists.

“You may fondle me for 1 minute!” He did not waste any time. His hand shot up under my skirt and went straight to my panties. He rubbed his fingers against my pantied gusset.

“Fuck your panties are wet!” he said, trying to get his fingers inside the panties. I took his hand and placed them on my inside thigh on my clit and pressed it tight against it before slipping away from him and resecured his wrist

“I want you to use your tongue and nose and make me climax twice. During this time you have to guess the color of the panties inside my pussy and I will expect an answer after you have done your job!”

I was facing his cock. I reached forward and slid my hand inside the panties, feeling his hardness then removed it. I put it on the outside against his cock head and gently stroked it through the panties carefully because I knew that he could ejaculate and sat straight down on his face so that his tongue could press against my pantied pussy.

I pressed my pussy down on his tongue. It felt really nice. I could only imagine how wet the panties inside me was. Juices were running down my pussy through the embedded panties. I could tell he was enjoying tonguing me out as his tongue was attacking my crutch with gusto.

I encouraged him by saying to him” Oh that’s fantastic. Harder, you pervert! Harder! .Get your tongue further into my wet cunt! Can you taste and smell my lovely cunt juice fresh from my dirty unwashed pussy.

I climbed quickly off him. My legs were like jelly as I reached under my skirt and took off the top pair of panties and put them over his face like a nosebag with the smelliest part of then gusset tight against his nose and mouth. I could hear him licking them and inhaling the fragrance in the material and could tell he was lost in his own ankara ucuz escort private sexual world where he was getting a perverse enjoyment from my most intimate item of clothing a girl can wear

I sat down on him again. “You really are a very good cunt lapper! You made me cum twice. Can you taste all my lovely fresh juice? I wonder if you can tell me what color I have on now?” I smiled at him, standing on the bed one leg on either side of his chest in such a way that he could not look up my micro skirt.

I removed the panties from his head and shoved them inside his panties, wrapping them around his cock head and slipping his own panties back over hiding his cock.

“Black!” he said

“Wrong”

It was quite warm in the room so I removed my singlet and started to play with my boobs, placing first my left nipple into my mouth and licking it until he was erect and then my right one. I again knelt between his thighs and placed each breast on either side of it, pressing the breasts against his nose and mouth effectively stifling him of breath. I knew from experience that a lack of oxygen enhances the eroticism of the male’s penis in such a way that he becomes super hard.

I climbed off him and untied one of his hands and placed it under my skirt so that he could fondle me and feel just how saturated my panties were. I left his hand under my skirt for 1 minute and in that time his finger pressed the gusset inside my cunt and felt the wetness of my panties before I took his and away and retied the hand to the cuff on the bed.

My panties were so wet that they could no longer contain my pussy juice. I sat straight down on his face and asked him to guess again.

“White”

“Wrong. Oh well. My girlfriend will love to taste and chew on my dirty panties. She always guesses correctly! I bet you’d like to see that!”

“Red!” He shouted

“Correct” I peeled them off and placed them over his head. Can you taste how wet they are? Tell me how much you love my dirty wet panties.

“They are fantastic. What a taste and smell of my panty mistress’s juices. I am privileged in receiving her creamy panties to have made her cum 3 times in a row.” I could hear him breathe in the fragrance in the gusset and lick the gusset out reveling in all the lovely juices contained up the tight red thong panties.

“There is one more panties for you, but do you believe that you are worthy of them, panty slut? They have been inside my pussy for 4 hours. I have 2 guys begging me for them and they will pay $50 for them. What will you pay? Will you beg for them?”

I moved away from him and sat down on the seat and slipped my hand down inside my skirt and skid a couple of fingers into my sloppy pussy to feel just how we I was and to see how far up inside my cunt the panties had travelled. I brought one of the ends down so that the tip of the panties just protruded from my pussy. I closed my eyes knowing he was following my finger in his filthy mind as I frigged myself for the next 10 minutes.

I could ankara yabancı escort hear him begging for my panties, telling me he’d do anything to touch and sniff them

I got up went to the bed and lowered his panties, touching his cock. He was desperately trying to rub his organ against my hand to get sexually satisfied. It was throbbing with sexual excitement. I smiled, removed my skirt and straddled his face so that the tiny bit of panty protruding was within reach of his mouth. But as soon as he lifted his head to grasp the end I lifted my butt up until he was trying desperately to put the end in his mouth and pull the luscious panties out of me. I looked down at him and smiled and lowered myself. This time I let him grasp the end with his teeth and pull them slowly out of my dirty, wet cunt.

Finally, they were out. He could not believe his eyes. They were saturated with pussy juice. I wiped his face with the panties so that the smell of my wet panties could be smelt in the room. I pulled his panties down to his knees and wrapped them tightly around his penis, wrapping my fist around it. I slid the material along his shaft.

“Cum for me, panty pervert. Blow into the panties for your Mistress! “. He did within a few seconds, filling the panties with a couple of teaspoons of his cum. I continued to milk him dry before unwrapping them from his cock and shoved the cum end into his mouth so that he could taste his own cum. I looked down at his cock. It was still hard.

There were 2 panties lying around which I had discarded and now put on and knelt over his cock and started to empty my bladder into the panties until they could no longer hold my golden wine. My yellow pee seeped through the material directly onto his cock and balls. I Reached over, removed the panty gag from his mouth and moved up to his head so that I could piss straight into his mouth. Without being told he opened his mouth and lapped up every last drop I gave him.

Moving down his to his cock I sat straight down on it and rode him up and down till I could sense that he had ejaculated inside me. Moving back to his mouth I let his cum drip down and over his face before untying him.

I took the 2 pissy panties off and handed them to him and made for the bathroom. I saw him put them on and touch my denim microskirt. I knew he wanted to put it on and told him if he wanted to put it on he was free to do so. I also had a bra in a bag and handed that to him. The 2 wet panties that he now had on made him very kinky and soon had him dressed in my clothing, kneeling by the side of the bed, asking me to rape his arse. The bar fridge had a beer bottle in it and he begged me to fuck him with the bottle.

I am not sadistic, so I removed the crown top and rammed the top of the bottle into his arse and let the beer flow down into his arsehole slowly until half of the contents were inside him. I found his underwear and shoved them into his anus to hold the beer in, reached between his legs under the skirt and rubbed his balls and cock with my hand until he exploded into the piss stained panties.

After he had recovered he told me that was the first time he had cum so many times in succession and thanked me profusely, hoping we could repeat it. I told him next time I would bring another guy in who likes fucking guys in panties if he liked that, He said that would be really kinky.

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“Thank you, for fixing them,” Astra beamed, floating a few feet off the floor of the cafeteria in her pink striped rocket boots.

“I knew how much you liked them, and it helped me take my mind off everything,” Mira smiled. She looked up at Astra, an angel above her. She admired her soft pink dress and long pink hair that shined in the glow of the spaceship’s lights.

“I like that shirt,” Asta nodded toward Mira.

“Thanks?” Mira checked her light blue shirt, it was a company shirt with PerfeCruise in big letters and a small spaceship with a trail of stars behind it. She had paired it with comfy black gym shorts. The ship had plenty of merch laying around and Mira felt it shouldn’t go to waste.

“I had an idea,” Astra offered.

“Yeah?”

“So you like hanging wedgies?”

“Yeah,” Mira blushed.

“If I grabbed your underwear while wearing these boots, I bet I could get your feet off the ground.”

“I…uh,” Mira stammered. She knew Astra was strong, but could she really pull her across the hallways? The thought of dangling over the floors by her underwear, she’d have the magic of a hanging wedgie batıkent escort and the joy of being at Astra’s mercy at the same time.

“We don’t have to…”

“Yes, please!”

“Okay then, turn around.” Mira turned around.

“Don’t burn my hair!”

“I’m not gonna burn your hair, I love your hair,” Astra flew behind Mira. She cracked her knuckles. She ran her hands through Mira’s long purple hair, then her hands went lower, down her back, and toward her shorts.

Mira closed her eyes and waited.

“Wedgie!” Astra cheered as her hands dipped into Mira’s shorts. She grabbed the white waistband of her underwear and pulled hard.

“Whoa!” Mira’s panties burst from her shorts. Her ass clenched as the durable fabric shot into the air. She was already on her tiptoes.

“Little more,” Astra smirked, pulling slowly. Mira’s feet left the tile and she dangled in the air. Astra gave the panties a small bounce.

“Oww!” Mira yelped.

“Let’s fly!” Astra flew forward, dragging Mira with her. They flew to the other side of the cafeteria. Then Astra climbed a few feet higher beşevler escort in the air.

“Oooo,” Mira moaned, feeling the white panties go deeper up her ass.

“I like the view from up here,” Astra teased, looking down at the fabric in her hands and the room below them.

“Me too,” Mira turned to see Astra, her hands wrapped in white. Astra gave the panties a few hard bounces.

“Ahhh,” Mira yelped, each bounce worse than the last. She was hanging above the cafeteria, a girl’s hands on her underwear, with no way out. A perfect afternoon.

“Let’s see what these things can do,” Astra flew a few circles around the room, pulling Mira along by her white panties.

“Fuccck,” Mira cried out, her hair in her face, the wedgie incredible. After the fourth lap Astra left through the door and zoomed through the hallway.

“Owwwwww!” Mira moaned, she felt drool go down her chin as the wedgie pressed into her, the panties going deeper by the second as she was hauled through the air. Astra could give a mean atomic wedgie, but this was like a million atomic wedgies at once, a never ending beypazarı escort perfect wedgie. They flew through the hallway, then through the kitchen.

“I could hang you from the racks?” Astra offered. Mira looked across the room. The kitchen was a nice golden yellow, with long smooth counters and clean sinks. There were tall hooks on the walls for pans and aprons, and tall racks for dishes. Now that she could fly, there were probably a thousand places Astra could leave her dangling by her underwear.

“Next time,” Mira laughed, “Keep flying.”

“As you wish,” Astra kept flying, taking a zig-zag path through the kitchen, making the wedgie last. Then they reached the captain’s room. Astra slowed to a stop after the soft bed of the Captain. Then Astra started bouncing Mira by her panties.

“Astraaa,” Mira was about to explode. She had been pulled into the air by a wedgie, she had been flown through the air by her underwear, now her undies were being pulled again and again and again.

“Yes Mira?” Astra kept bouncing.

“Astra, Astra,” Mira could only say her name, she was drooling even more, her legs were shaking as the wedgie continued. She couldn’t hold it in, she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel the wedgie.

“OOoooooo,” Mira released, her body a flood of warmth and love. Astra gently lowered her to the bed and let go. Mira sighed, her white panties stretched far outside her shorts.

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Author’s note:

This is a work of fiction set in the future. The conditions pertaining to the world at that time are fictional, as are all characters in the story and the location. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

*

Sasha woke early in the morning, the combination of a change in time zone and an unfamiliar bed conspiring to limit her sleep. She stretched her gorgeous body, luxuriating in the warmth of the room, and pressed the control to clear the window so she could see the magnificent view.

Outside the sun shone from a clear blue sky onto the azure ocean whose waves were breaking gently onto the sloping white sand of the beach. Tall palm trees fringed the beach and she noticed several people swimming in the sea and lying on the glistening white sand. Too good a day to stay in bed, she thought as she threw back the covers and stepped through the door onto her own private patio. The warm sun caressed her naked body, a sensation which she had forgotten since her childhood.

After a few minutes on the patio she re-entered her suite and checked her electronic personal assistant (EPA) for any messages. Just a text message from her best friend, asking that she contact her when she had time and hoping she had a safe and enjoyable flight. She pressed the diary icon and the screen displayed her program for today:

Room number B172 Occupier: Sasha Lidgow Personal id. B477815 Age: 20

Status: Fem Breeder Grade: Neophyte 1 Intake: 2591

Monday 27 July 2314 Local time 0728 Location: Valalu Breeding Resort, Valalu Island.

Current temp 72F Predicted max temp 85F

Assigned impregnator: Troy Ashleigh Personal id.: I744511 Age 22

Status: Impregnator Grade: Exper 4

May be contacted by pressing the ‘Impreg’ button on your room pager from anywhere in the resort.

Assigned waiter: Andy Fitzgerald Personal Id.: W422691

May be contacted by pressing the ‘Call’ button on your room pager from anywhere in the resort.

Notes:

Valalu Breeding Resort is a clothing optional resort, located 3 degrees north of the equator and therefore possessing an idyllic climate all year round. Temp range between 65 and 85F, ocean temp range between 60 and 70F. Usual length of stay 21 days. Purpose: to enable selected breeders to procreate in a relaxed environment.

Your program for today:

0800 — Breakfast served by Andy in your room.

0900 — Attend briefing in room G4 — see location map on wall screen for directions. Clothing: optional.

1000 — Meet with your impregnator Troy after the briefing.

Remainder of the day is free for you to familiarize yourself with the resort, the island and Troy.

Enjoy your stay.

Sasha was a little disconcerted at the impersonal way that it all seemed to be handled. However, she realized that it was difficult to convey anything emotional through an EPA screen. She hoped that Troy would be a little less impersonal.

Sasha unpacked her bag and placed her belongings in the bathroom. Her pre-arrival briefing had suggested she bring minimal clothing and the reason for this was now obvious to her. She placed the few items she had brought in the closet, had a shower to wash off the travel grime and sat on her patio watching the waves while waiting for breakfast.

A light knock on the door and her waiter opened it, not waiting to be invited, and entered with a tray loaded with fresh fruit, juice, a selection of cereals, a hot meal under an insulated cover and a plunger of coffee. However, the first thing Sasha noticed was not the delicious breakfast but the fact that the waiter was totally naked. The logic that clothing optional meant just what it said, and that this would apply to everyone at the resort, had failed to sink in. Sasha had difficulty meeting his eyes as hers kept straying downwards to his large, semi-erect penis bobbing beneath the tray.

“Good morning Sasha,” he greeted her. “I hope you had a restful sleep. Welcome to Valalu Breeding Resort. My name’s Andy and I’ll be your waiter for the duration of your stay with us. If there’s anything that you need please don’t hesitate to press the Call button on your room pager.”

While Andy was saying this he was expertly unloading the tray onto the patio table.

“Thank you, Andy,” replied Sasha, trying hard to meet his eyes rather than stare at his penis. “I’m looking forward to my stay and I expect that during the three weeks I’m here we’ll get to know each other quite well.”

She blushed as she realized this could be taken in a more personal way than she had intended, but he obviously saw nothing wrong in her remark, or, if he did, he didn’t show any untoward response.

“So you’ve received today’s program on your EPA, I guess?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you. I haven’t checked where room G4 is yet but I guess I’ll be able to find it easily. After that esenyurt escort Troy will be accompanying me on my resort famil tour.”

“Ah, so you have Troy as your impregnator. You are so fortunate. He has an admirable record. Most breeders become pregnant during the first cycle with Troy; he has a far better record than many of the other impregnators. He’s also very sexy and easy on the eyes, so the women say, and totally trustworthy. You’ll really enjoy him, I’m sure.”

“That’s great to hear,” replied Sasha, slightly embarrassed to be discussing the man whose job it was to make her pregnant, with her waiter. “I’m looking forward to meeting him this morning.”

“Enjoy your breakfast,” said Andy, moving towards the door after finishing laying her table.

“Just before you go,” said Sasha, “What’s the story with clothing? Is it Ok for me to just stay naked all the time or are there some places where I should wear something?”

“Naked anywhere and at any time is fine. You’ll notice that it is lots warmer here than where you’re from so you’ll not feel cold at all. If you’re naked and sitting on public chairs it is good form to sit on a towel. You’ll find a towel in your bathroom that you can use. The towel is also useful if the chair’s in the sun; saves you scorching your derriere,” he smiled.

“Do you ever wear clothing?” asked Sasha, curious.

“Very rarely and then only reluctantly. You’ll notice that I am tanned all over; I really like that look. It also feels so free to be naked and I feel claustrophobic when wearing any clothes at all. However, sometimes I do need to wear a penis pouch as he can get in the way a little at times.” He grinned as he said that, noticing her slight flush as she looked as his large member again. “As I said, anything I can do for you please just let me know,” he added with a wink.

“Thank you, yes I will,” said Sasha as he walked to the door.

After he closed the door she felt her vulva and noticed it was decidedly moist. Surely he wouldn’t mean that he was offering those services, would he? After all, she was here to become pregnant, but that was Troy’s job, not his, wasn’t it? Perhaps he was offering that service but would wear a condom. I guess time will tell was her final thought as she started eating her breakfast, only then realizing how ravenous she had become.

Sasha found room G4 easily from the wall screen map and also from her EPA, the location having been programmed into it allowing her to use the GPS function. Experimentally she pressed the Home button and noticed it directed her to her room, B172. They thought of everything. As she entered G4 she found there were about 15 women already there, most of them naked but a few wearing a brief bikini bottom or other token item of clothing. The first thing she noticed was that all the women were very attractive and had the appearance of being self-assured and intelligent. She had expected this, figuring that if she was part of a selective breeding program then it was people like these who should produce the next generations of the human race. She sat on her towel next to a stunning black woman and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Sasha,” she said.

“Hi Sasha, I’m Tracy,” she replied, “Did you just get in last night?”

“Yes, arrived late so didn’t get much sleep. However, with weather like this in an idyllic place who needs sleep?”

“Yes, it’s great, eh. I guess this is what it was like a couple of centuries ago in summertime in the temperate regions, but it’s now only like this in the tropics thanks to the global cooling that’s taken place.”

“Yes, my grandparents showed me a book of very old photos in which people were swimming in places where now there is permanent sea ice. A really amazing climate change in a relatively short time.”

“So I’m guessing that all these women are breeders?” asked Tracy.

“Well, I know I am, I guess you are so I also guess they are as well. Is this your first time?”

“Yes, I turned twenty last Thursday so was put into this intake. Is it your first time too?”

“Yes, I turned twenty last Tuesday — two days older than you,” Sasha smiled, “So it’s my first time as well.”

“What did you think of the selection process?” asked Tracy

“Pretty grueling, but I guess if the future of the human race depends on us then they need to be sure that the best stock are producing the next generations. I was amazed at the depth of the enquiries, even going back four generations to check for any genetic impairment. The gene research into genetic deformities being transmitted through many generations is pretty conclusive, so I feel their tests are fully justified. “

“Good to see, but quite intrusive really. I guess they told you all about the degenerative diseases and impairments that occurred in the past due to humans fiddling around with food and changing the patterns of genes. Imagine doing that when you had absolutely no idea of the long term effects.”

At that moment a tall, blonde woman, who looked to be in her late zeytinburnu escort twenties, took the podium and everyone hushed expectantly.

“Good morning Breeders,” she began, “My name is Danielle and I’m in charge of the Valalu Breeding Resort. You will find my contact details on your EPAs in case you need me. Welcome to Valalu Breeding Resort and Valalu Island. We think it’s a great place and we certainly hope that you enjoy your stay here. You may find that the hardest part of the whole session is leaving to go home.

“You have most of the details about the resort and island on your EPAs now and also on your room wall screens. You no doubt realise that your purpose here is to procreate the human race and to provide further suitable breeding stock for future generations. Nobody knows how long Iceberg Earth will last except that the previous times this has happened the cold period has come on very quickly, just like this one, and it has taken around 80,000 years for the earth to rewarm. So we have to maintain an excellent gene pool if we are to have any hope of still inhabiting this planet when it rewarms. For this reason I make no apologies for the grueling selection program you have been though. We believe that you will more easily become pregnant in a relaxed environment so that is what we aim to provide here. Statistically, 92% of you will become pregnant during the next 21 days. That is the best percentage of any breeding resort so we must be doing something right.

“I am pleased to see so many of you naked. The freedom of being naked also adds to the relaxation that you will feel here. There really is no occasion when you will need to wear clothing here as the climate is extremely equable and the permanent residents rarely if ever wear anything at all.

“Very soon you will be introduced to your impregnators. These men have been carefully selected for having potent sperm, being sexually very active and having pleasing personalities for interacting with women. When you see them I think you’ll also agree that they are very easy on your eyes.

“What you do here is very much up to you. I suggest that you mix active pursuits, such as swimming snorkeling, boating or walking with less active pursuits like sleeping, reading and watching the odd movie. In between these, of course, you have work to do; making love with your impregnator. I’m sure you will find that work to your liking.

“Who are at a breeding resort for the first time? Hands up please.”

Sasha and Tracy raised their hands along with many of the others.

“Now, of those, who have been really good and are still virgins? No problems if you’re not, I would just like to know.”

Both Sasha and Tracy kept their hands in the air; most of the others did also.

“Congratulations. So for you, tonight will be an interesting night, making love with a man for the first time. My advice, take it slowly and enjoy the experience. Your impregnators have all been expertly trained in releasing a woman from her virginity and for many it is their highest achievement, apart from siring healthy, strong, intelligent children, of course.

“So for all of you, newbies and veterans, feel free to enjoy sex with your impregnator as often as you wish. You may also like some variety by coupling with other male staff, in which case it is unnecessary for any prophylactic or birth control protection to be taken as all staff here are tested regularly for any diseases and all male staff are vasectomized. So the only males in the resort with viable sperm are the impregnators. In view of this and for our record keeping purposes, it is important that your allocated impregnator is the only impregnator with whom you have sex until it is confirmed that you are pregnant.

“So without further ado, here are your impregnators.”

A line of naked men walked into the room, all of them robust, strong, intelligent looking guys who, in the eyes of the women, were drop dead gorgeous. The majority of the women were staring mostly at crotch level, noticing the line of partly or almost fully erect penises parading in front of them. Sasha felt herself becoming moist from this display of manliness.

Similarly, the impregnators were looking around the group of women eagerly, noting that once again all the women were drop dead gorgeous and eminently fuckable. These observations added to the hardness of their male members.

“As I call out your names one by one, please come forward and meet your allocated impregnator who will then accompany you to your room. This will be the last formal gathering we will have until just before you leave, so once again enjoy your stay on Valalu and we wish you all the best for wonderfully fulfilling pregnancies and uncomplicated deliveries.”

Danielle started calling out women’s names and as each was called they went forward to meet their impregnator, who greeted their breeder with a kiss and then they walked together out of the room. Sasha was the fifth name called and she nervously taksim escort bayan walked forward to meet Troy, a remarkably handsome man with an intelligent face, large penis and wonderful muscles. If he was the future of humankind then the planet was in safe hands.

They embraced and kissed briefly, Sasha enjoying the heady manliness of his naked body, then they walked to Sasha’s room.

When they entered the room, Sasha turned to him again to sample another kiss and embrace. They clung together closely, lips touching, then joining and remaining together lingeringly. After several minutes they parted and, still holding each other, pushed one another away a little to have a closer look at each other.

Troy’s penis was now at full erection.

“Omigod,” said Sasha, “Is all that meant to fit inside me?”

“Only if you want it all inside you,” replied Troy. “The choice will always be yours but I’ll guarantee that by the end of the first week you’ll want it all and more if I had it.”

“Hmmm, we’ll see,” replied Sasha. “So when’s the big deed? My defloration?”

“Whenever you wish, my dear,” replied a smiling Troy. “I am yours to command. The only thing I do insist on is that we have sex often enough so that you leave here with a baby growing inside you. Other than that, sex can be once a week, once a day or once an hour, whichever you choose.”

Sasha digested this for a short time, still holding Troy with one hand while her other hand explored his rampant penis and cupped his huge testicle-filled scrotum.

“You really are built like a stud bull,” she said. “What happens if I squeeze these?” she asked devilishly giving his balls a squeeze.

“If you only squeeze them that much, that’s fine, but if you try to squeeze them hard enough to damage them I think you will find that I may respond in a less friendly manner. Let’s not try that, eh.”

Sasha released his scrotum and ran both her hands over his chest while thrusting her hips forwards so that her pussy rested against his hard cock.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” she asked huskily.

“Yes, my darling, whenever you’re ready for me.”

Sasha pushed Troy backwards onto the bed and followed him, ending up lying on top of his chest and cock.

“You lead,” she said, “You know what you’re doing.”

Troy rolled onto his left side, taking Sasha with him, and began kissing her again while at the same time caressing her firm back, sides and breasts, avoiding her nipples for the moment. Sasha reciprocated by gently rubbing his chest and back, unable to reach his cock which was lodged between her legs. They remained like this for nearly half an hour, just becoming accustomed to each other’s smell and feel.

“You feel so wonderfully sexy,” murmured Troy, stroking her long blonde hair.

“Mmmmm, so do you,” she replied rubbing from his buttocks to his shoulders.

“Have you used tampons?” asked Troy.

“Yes, darling, no hymen to break through.”

“That’s great; no mess to clean up.”

“By the way, where do you sleep at night?

“With you, sweetheart, right here. Is that Ok with you?

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I was just curious. So that means we can make love all night long if we want.”

“Yes, that’s right, and all day as well if you wish.”

“And you wouldn’t run out of, you know, goo?”

“Sperm? Or cum if you like? I probably would. The sperm takes a while to mature after it’s made so it’s important that I inject mature sperm into you, not immature sperm. So it’s best if we make love every second day. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex as much as you want. We can always have sex so long as I don’t cum too often. There are lots of ways I can make you cum apart from using my babymaker.”

“Oh. That’s great. And you wouldn’t get frustrated?”

“Not if I knew that I’d get to release my cum in you in the next little while. Are you ready to go further now?”

“Oh yes, please fuck me. Please open up my cunt with your huge cock, impale me, split me in half, do it now, darling. Oh I love you already and we only met about an hour or so ago. Do me now, honey.”

Troy rolled Sasha onto her back and started work on her in earnest, caressing her breasts and nipples, gently rubbing her abdomen, avoiding her pussy, rubbing the inside of her thighs, then starting all over again from the top.

Sasha lay back and enjoyed it. She had never received this treatment, never been so stimulated. She felt her vagina juicing, felt the womanly lubrication running down between her arse cheeks. She felt feelings inside, as though her stomach was turning inside out, feelings she had never felt before and which she never wanted to be without in future.

Troy sensed she was ready for the next level. He started to gently massage her pussy lips, spreading the juices around, parting them, teasing her clitoris, rubbing his fingers between her lips and just allowing the tip of his finger to enter her vagina. He kept this up for 15 minutes by which time Sasha was panting and rolling from side to side, feeling herself approaching what she knew would be a crashing orgasm. Like all girls, she had played with her feminine parts, bringing herself to climaxes, but she had never felt this amount of stimulation before.

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