My New Boss Pt. 29

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When Tim arrived in Los Angeles, a few days before my birthday, he was accompanied by Ana. This was really the first time I had the opportunity to check her out, as the last time we met, I was the acting “Assistant Stewardess” on the Below Deck cruise.

Ana was a breathtakingly beautiful, very young Thai girl. She was stunning in every way, quite possibly the most alluring female I had ever laid eyes on. She was from a very poor family in the Isaan region of Thailand. She had moved to Bangkok to work in the red light district, right after she turned eighteen, and Tim had been one of her very first customers.

A lot of the girls that gravitate to the sex industry are initially looking for a husband or long-term sponsor. However, as the harsh realities of life as a sex-worker sink in, many of them use drugs or alcohol to numb themselves, and end up as career prostitutes. The girls often get tattooed all over their body, and get hardened by the constant indignities of selling their bodies.

As soon as Tim saw Ana, he was enamored with her, and he asked her to stay with him for a month. One thing led to another, and while he had no plans to marry her, they were in a long-term relationship. Tim sent her parents money on a regular basis, and Ana did everything in her power, to keep Tim satisfied.

Ana had a lithe, slender frame and a fantastic smile. Tim made a few cosmetic improvements and turned her into a goddess. She had a nice set of fake tits, that were very perky and the perfect size for her small body. He also fixed her teeth, buying her a set of very white veneers that improved her smile.

I picked them up at the airport, as Suky had decided that Tim could stay with us. I was not expecting him to be accompanied, and had been stressing about the sleeping arrangements. Tim had taken Suky from me when he was my direct boss, and had enjoyed a very fulfilling sexual relationship with her. For this reason, I half expected him to share a bed with Suky during his visit. I felt a great relief when I realized he had arrived with a girlfriend, and would leave Suky alone.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Ana as we walked from the terminal to my car. She was dressed impeccably, and had such a tight little ass and perfect rack. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans as I inhaled her scent. I just wanted to get home, take a shower and jerk off. As we pulled out of the parking lot and merged onto the freeway, Tim and I started to engage in some small talk. It was friendly banter, not business related, and he seemed at ease.

After a few minutes, Ana said she was sleepy, and Tim told her to put her head down and take a nap. I saw her head disappear into his crotch, and she curled up into a ball on her side and fell asleep. Tim and I continued to chat as we sped towards my house. I live about ninety minutes south of Los Angeles International Airport, and we were making decent time. Eventually, Tim dozed off and I drove all the way home before either of them stirred.

Once we arrived at my house, Tim exhibited his first display of control, by putting his large suitcase on my bed, thereby assuming that Ana and he were to sleep in the master bedroom. Tim and Suky shared a loving hug that turned into an extended, and extremely inappropriate, embrace. Introductions were made between Suky and Ana, and then Tim announced that he was going to take a shower. Tim entered my marble shower enclosure, with Ana following closely behind, so Suky and I left them in the master suite.

Tim emerged from the bedroom first, and said to Suky, “Why don’t you and I go to the grocery store and pick up some steaks to barbecue? I am in the mood for some real food after that long journey.”

Suky was very agreeable to Tim’s suggestion, but I thought it was strange that she felt the need to change into a short skirt, and touch up her lipgloss, to go to the grocery store. Shortly after Tim and Suky left, Ana emerged from the bedroom. She still looked quite sleepy, even though she had just showered. She sat on the sofa, apologized for being so tired, and I told her she could take a nap while I prepared the barbecue.

When I returned to the living room ten minutes later, Ana was laying on her side, sleeping in the fetal position. I noticed that her short skirt had ridden up her toned thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings. I said her name quietly, to determine if she was asleep, and got no response.

I moved into the kitchen under the cover of making a salad. However, I positioned myself in such a way that I could continue to check her out. She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, and I felt my erection build as I watched her sleep. I was fixated on whether her stockings were stay-up thigh highs, or held in place with a garter-belt. A few moments later, I got my answer as Ana shuffled slightly in her sleep, and flashed me the tiniest glimpse of her garter-belt strap.

My cock throbbed at this latest revelation, and I felt myself lusting after this Escort Bayan young Thai girl. After I made the salad, I poured myself a stiff cocktail and went out to check on the barbecue. I was surprised that Tim and Suky weren’t back from the grocery store yet, but I continued to busy myself by setting the table for dinner. Ana slept soundly through this, and as the alcohol surged through my veins, I became emboldened and wanted to snoop through her suitcase.

I had already stolen a pair of her yellow panties, when I was charged with unpacking her suitcase on the Below Deck boat. However, as soon as it was apparent that I was going to be serving my boss and his group, I dumped them in the ship’s laundry room. Now as I was presented with a second opportunity to steal her underwear, I was not going to blow it.

I have always had a fetish for women’s panties, and I started to envision stealing a pair of Ana’s silky underwear, and jerking off into them. I crept into the master bedroom trying not to awaken her. There were two suitcases on the master bed, and both of them were open, as they had apparently not had time to unpack yet. I assumed the smaller one was Ana’s, and my assumption was quickly confirmed when I saw a hot pink bikini lying in the suitcase.

My erection was throbbing in my jeans now, and combined with the alcohol, was daring me to take risks. I rooted through Ana’s suitcase until I found my prize, a tiny, pink silk g-string. I extracted it from the pile of clothes within the suitcase, held it between my thumb and forefinger, marveled at the tiniest amount of material that this intimate garment was made of, and then put it to my nose and inhaled deeply, to see if there was any trace of Ana’s intoxicating scent. I heard her speak at the exact same time that the camera flash went off.

“Would you like me to spray my perfume on those panties, Timmy,” she asked me from her vantage point at the door, her cell phone up to her face, capturing the moment.

I had stolen lots of panties before, and had come close to getting caught a couple of times. However, I never could have imagined the acute embarrassment of being caught in the direct act of pilfering, and sniffing, a woman’s underwear. I had no clue what to say. I dropped the pink panties as if they were toxic, and they fell onto the floor, at my feet.

“Ana,” I stammered, “You are awake!”

Ana moved slowly towards me, like a lion stalking its prey, completely aware of the predicament I was in. I had a sixty thousand dollar a month job, which was now in jeopardy, as I had just tried to steal my boss’ girlfriend’s panties from her suitcase. I was in such shock, I could barely speak.

Ana, by contrast was extremely calm, as she walked slowly towards me. She got way too close to me, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if she was fucking with me, or if the Thais have a different concept of personal space. Either way, suddenly she was about four inches in front of me, looking up into my eyes, amusement written all over her face.

Reflexively, I inhaled deeply and sniffed her. The second I did that I felt like an even bigger pervert. Ana didn’t seemed deterred by my fascination with her. She put one hand on my ribcage, for support, and bent over gracefully, to retrieve her panties from the floor. After she scooped them up with her dainty, perfectly manicured hand, she dangled them in front of my face, relishing the power she had over me, and quite possibly, my career.

“I am not one hundred percent sure why you were sniffing my panties,” Ana began assuredly, “but if I had to guess, then there is a gift for you on the bathroom counter. I am going to find out where Tim is, and I will be back in two minutes.”

With that, Ana, tossed her pink panties back into the suitcase, and tapped her phone. My emotions were all over the place. I was hard as a rock, breathing frantically from the stress of being caught red-handed sniffing Ana’s panties, and scared shitless that she was going to call Tim and tell him what had transpired. Especially, as she had the incontrovertible evidence of a photograph.

Ana didn’t call Tim. She was toying with the “Find my phone” app on her iPhone, presumably trying to locate him.

“Go,” she said dismissively to me, “Go get your gift.”

I wandered into the bathroom, in a daze, and shaking from the stress of Ana’s discovery. When I got into the large, marble-walled bathroom, I noticed the gift immediately. There were a pair of yellow silky panties hung over the top of the towel rail, and they had seemingly been carefully positioned. The liner of the panties was clearly visible, and was obviously wet.

“Do you recognize them?” she asked, with a giggle.

“Excuse me?” I stammered, my face rapidly reddening.

“They are the same ones that you stole from my suitcase, on the boat,” she said cheerfully. “I had forty pairs of panties in my suitcase, and you stole one of my bathing suit bikini bottoms, you moron,” Bayan Escort she said, obviously enjoying my predicament. “I noticed almost immediately, and asked the crew to look out for them. I got them back the next day, dumped in the laundry room. Did you even have time to jerk off into them?” she asked, reading my mind.

“Ana,” I said weakly, “I can explain.”

“No need,” the young girl responded. “I am going to give them back to you as a gift.”

“As a bonus for you, they have my scent all over them,” Ana teased, as she entered the bathroom. “A seventeen hour flight will do that, as you can imagine. Tim is at San Onofre Beach right now, or at least his phone is,” the young girl informed me. “We have some time before they get back.”

I wasn’t quite sure what we had time for, but Ana, sensing my trepidation, continued to outline her expectations.

“I don’t want this evening marred by any sexual tension,” she informed me matter-of-factly. “Judging by my phone tracking app, my man and your wife are probably relieving themselves of any sexual tension they have, right now, in the back of your car. I masturbated several times in the shower about an hour ago, and feel completely satiated. You, however, are in possession of a very obvious erection, and are exhibiting many signs of being in extreme sexual torment. You need to take care of that, so that I can enjoy my evening, without you constantly leering at me.”

With that, she opened my medicine cupboard, had a cursory look around, and emerged with my KY lube. I felt my face redden at her discovery. If I had known that Tim and Ana were going to commandeer my master bedroom suite, I would have removed my personal effects from the room. However, due to the last minute change of sleeping arrangements, my stuff was still there.

Ana put the KY jelly on the bathroom countertop, and, emboldened by her first discovery, began rooting through the bathroom drawers. When she came up empty handed, she moved towards the bedroom door.

“Strip,” she ordered me, leaving no room for argument or discussion, as she entered my bedroom.

I was shaking like a leaf as I started to disrobe. I had an erection that wasn’t going anywhere, pre-cum all over the tip of my cock, and my underwear was visibly stained with my seminal fluids. I heard Ana opening my bedroom closet and presumed she was having a good snoop around.

Once I was naked, I wiped the pre-cum from my cock-head using my underwear, and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them under the bathroom counter as I was embarrassed by how wet they were. I stood silently in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I felt very self-conscious especially as the KY lube and Ana’s panties were right in my view.

Ana appeared in the reflection of the mirror. She had a huge smile on her face and was holding her most recent discoveries. In one hand she had my pocket pussy, which in itself was mortifying. Suky had purchased it for me shortly after we had started dating. She had insisted that I not ejaculate in between my weekly massage sessions, but after she started conducting some of my releases by FaceTime, she gave me the plastic sex toy to further humiliate me, in front of her co-workers.

Worse still, in Ana’s other hand, was something that I hadn’t used before, the stainless steel cock-cage, given to me after my first major fuck-up.

“How often does Suky lock you up in this, you naughty boy?” Ana teased.

I was, once again, completely lost for words, as Ana continued to mess with me.

“Do I need to call Suky to let her know you stole my panties,” Ana asked, “or would you rather us keep this as our little secret?”

I felt Ana’s grasp tighten around my neck, and she left me no way out, other than to submit to her. If I told Suky, there would be a huge scene. If Tim found out, he might react by transferring me to the Montreal office, cutting my pay, or exercising any other of the options available to him as my boss. Better to submit to Ana, I reasoned, and keep Suky and Tim in the dark.

“How often do you get locked up?” Ana asked me again, “and where does Suky keep the key?”

Truth was, I had only ever seen that cock-cage twice before, once when Suky paid for it, and again when I was forced to go and pick it up, after she decreed I had fucked up. Suky had threatened to take more serious measures to enforce my chastity, after she decided I was only permitted one orgasm per week. She had gone out and purchased the perfect tool of enforcement, but had yet to lock me up in it. It appeared now as if that privilege was going to go to Ana.

“Suky purchased it a few weeks ago,” I admitted. “So far it has just been a threat.”

“Well, shit just got real for you, honey,” she said derisively. “No more threats. I am going to cage you after I watch you get off,” Ana warned me. “That way I can enjoy my week here, without worrying about you stealing my panties and jerking off in them. Escort Suky won’t need you this week anyway. Tim is going to fuck her whenever he feels like it. We both know he is balls-deep in her as we speak.”

It had occurred to me that Suky and Tim had been gone way too long. If they were at San Onofre, they were probably getting it on, the secluded privacy of that deserted beach parking lot, being the perfect place to get laid.

Ana placed my pocket pussy on the bathroom countertop.

“I have never seen a guy fuck one of these before,” she said, with contempt. “Normally, in the Bangkok hostess bars, you see all kinds of perverted sex acts, but they involve actual pussies. Why would anyone fuck a piece of plastic? Pathetic.”

When she put it that way, I had to agree with her, it was pathetic. However, Ana wanted to humiliate me, and I wanted to bust a nut, so I started to prepare the pocket pussy. Prior experience had taught me that it felt better if it was heated to body temperature, so I ran a sink of warm water, and dropped the plastic sex toy and my KY lube into it. Ana watched intently, before resuming her line of questioning.

“If I was still asleep, what would you have done with my panties?” she asked. “Were you going to beat off with them? In them? Wearing them?”

I was too embarrassed to answer, but Ana wasn’t giving up.

“I am waiting,” she said sternly.

“I would probably have worn them as I jerked off,” I stammered, a wave of embarrassment washing over me.

“And now that they are covered in my scent?” she teased. “You wouldn’t prefer them draped around your neck, while you beat off?”

For such a young woman, Ana was remarkably adept at getting into a man’s head, and she was deep into mine. She continued to pepper me with questions, offering multiple different scenarios, until finally, when she suggested that I wear a pair of her panties, and sniff her soiled ones, I nodded my assent.

“Ok, she said cheerfully, “let’s go pick out a pair of my panties for you to wear, while you fuck your pocket pussy.”

I reluctantly followed Ana over to her suitcase. Even though I really wanted to have an orgasm, I felt like she was putting me in an ever-worsening position by her actions. If Tim found out about our extended liaison, I could get shipped off to the Montreal office, or worse.

Ana began to remove her panties from the suitcase, and by the time she was finished, there were sixteen pairs to choose from. I raised my eyes, as if to question why she needed sixteen pairs of underwear, for a seven day trip.

Ana understood my facial expression, and started to explain.

“A few pairs always get destroyed during sex,” she started with a giggle. “Tim can be quite aggressive, when he is ready to fuck. Then, wherever I stay, I always lose a couple of pairs to attrition. Well, that is the polite way to describe it. You are not the only naughty panty-thief. Just the first one I have caught in a while.”

I shuffled uncomfortably, as I was reminded that she had caught me in the act of pilfering her panties.

“Choose a pair to wear,” she ordered.

Now that I had a selection of dainties to choose from, I really took my time. I shifted through the pile, examining each pair closely, until I selected a pastel pink thong, with cute bows on the front. It was made of very soft silk and was quite tiny. I held them up, in silence, too embarrassed to speak.

“Is this the pair that you want to wear to have your orgasm?” Ana asked, apparently very comfortable in her controlling role.

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

“Do you want me to scent them for you?” Ana asked me, with a seductive smile on her face.

I nodded my head excitedly at that thought. Ana’s perfume was intoxicating, and I wanted her panties to smell just like her.

Apparently, there had been some kind of miscommunication, about what constituted being scented, because Ana told me to kneel at the end of the bed facing her. She reached into her suitcase and retrieved her traveling vibrator, and laid it on the bed in clear view. Then, as I watched intently, she got completely naked, and put the pastel pink thong on.

She had a perfect body, enhanced as it had been by Tim. I would have loved to have bar-fined her in Bangkok. She was just my type. A young, tight, hottie, fresh from Isaan, available for the whole night for less than two hundred dollars I would have fucked the crap out of her, given half the chance.

Once Ana was wearing my chosen panties, she laid on her back on my bed. She scooted forward, to the very end of the bed, and placed the soles of her feet on the duvet. Once she was situated, she began to masturbate, using the vibrator through her panties. Her pussy was about nine inches from my nose, as I knelt naked in front of her. I could smell her scent immediately, as she began to self-lubricate under the stimulation.

Ana definitely wasn’t shy, especially considering she was only nineteen years of age. She had several vocal orgasms, literally right under my nose, as her scent permeated the air. After she had come several times, she spoke.

“My panties should be sufficiently scented now. Why don’t you take them off me?”

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“Somebody is going to get lucky tonight,” she said.

“I hope so,” I smiled back.

“That is unless you don’t have any more to give,” she countered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I was getting ready and I wanted to look sexy for you. I know how much you like me in my red panties and bra, but I couldn’t find my panties. I finally found them in the hamper. God, how many times did you cum in them?” she asked.

“I, I, um,” I stammered.

“It is ok, sweetheart. I found it really sexy, as a matter of fact, when I slid them on they were still wet so you must have cum in them this morning. I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt, wearing these panties, with your cum coating my lips. I even used my finger to scoop some off and fingered myself. I almost came, but I wanted to save it for you.”

“Oh god,” I said and I felt my cock get rigid.

I couldn’t believe she had found those panties and she was wearing them. I was sure she would freak if she knew it was Ray’s cum, not mine, that was coating her lips. My cock jumped.

The fact that she even scooped some off and fingered herself. I almost came right there in the restaurant thinking about that. I wondered how much of his cum had made its way inside her? How deep did her cum soaked finger extend inside her pussy.

Her moan snapped me out of my dreamy state. I looked at her and noticed that she had one hand under the table. Her other hand was holding a wine glass up to her face and she was looking right at me. As she took a drink of her wine, I glanced down to see the tablecloth move. Her midsection contracted and her arm moved in an undulating pattern.

I couldn’t be positive but I was sure Kristy’s short dress was bunched up in the front. Her hand looked to be moving in front. She then brought her hand upward to replace the wine glass at her mouth. I could see some white creamy liquid on her middle finger as she slid it into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back a bit.

“God, you taste so good.” She moaned.

Had the waitress come over at that moment, she would have seen my wife sucking cum, our neighbor’s cum from her fingers. She would have seen my pants tented out with the largest erection I’d had in years.

“I can’t wait for you to give me more of this for dessert,” she said, “and I’ve got something for you, too.”

We both hurried through the remainder of our dinner. Wanting to get home for the main course. After paying the bill and leaving a hefty tip for the server, we raced to our car. I held the door open for Kristy and for the first time in a long time, I checked out her ass as she climbed into our SUV. I think it was on purpose, but she took her time and pushed out her ass as she climbed up. This caused her dress to ride up and gave me a clear view of her soaked panties.

As I dove Escort Bayan into the driver’s seat, I noticed Kristy was reaching under her dress and was pulling down those red satin and lace panties down her legs. I could see how wet they were and there was still cum noticeable on them. Her scent wafted up to my nose and I’m sure she could hear me pant.

She then did something completely unexpected. She lifted the cum soaked crotch of the panties to her mouth. She was licking and sucking the cum from the fabric, all the while looking me in the eyes. She was sucking Ray’s cum into her mouth and swallowing.

I reached down and stroked my cock through my trousers. “Let me do that,” she said. She reached over, undid my belt and zipper, took out my hard cock, and leaned over. I was lost as I felt her lips slide over my head and down my shaft. I was sure I was going to get into a wreck. Should I speed up to get home faster and risk an accident? Or should I pull over, safely alongside the road, and risk getting a ticked by a cop for lewd activities?

Kristy’s lips were against my pubis, I could feel my head just within her throat. This was something she had never done before. I felt my wheels make contact with the rumble strip just as my cum erupted from my cock and into her throat. I felt Kristy swallow, her throat flexing as she downed all of my cum.

We pulled into our driveway minutes later and ran into the house. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on and my cock hung from my fly. I was so glad that our kids were in college because we were naked by the time we reached the couch. I threw her lovingly down onto the couch and she leaned back, legs splayed.

If I was an Olympic diver, I would have received a perfect score for my dive into her pussy. I nailed the landing and there was only a hint of splash as my mouth fused to her lips. I licked her as if my life depended upon it, forgetting that I was probably licking some of Ray’s cum in the process. At that point I didn’t care. I was so turned on.

As I licked her clit, I inserted a finger into her pussy, wetting it. I then withdrew it and carefully slid it down to her tiny pucker. As I sucked her clit, I slid that finger into her backside and she moaned loudly, pushing her mound into my face. I looked up and she was twisting and rolling her nipples, hard! I’d never seen her do that before. She had played with her nipples but it was as if she was trying to pull and twist them off.

Then as I sucked her clit, my finger up to the last knuckle in her ass, she lifted a breast to her mouth. She looked me in the eye as her tongue extended and she licked her own nipple. Then, lifting higher, she brought that nipples to her mouth, I saw her teeth close around the nipples, holding it. She then let go of her beautiful, full 34dd breast. I could see the breast fall back down to her chest, but her nipple remained in her mouth, stretched to what looked to be an inch or more.

Her teeth Bayan Escort raked the nipples as it pulled from her mouth, She bit harder to hold it. I knew it must have been painful, but it looked like she was in raptured pleasure. Just then, with my finger in her ass, her nipples in her own mouth, I felt her pussy pulsate. My mouth, face, the couch were flooded with her juices. She came harder than I’ve ever seen her and along with it was a noise I’d never heard before. It was as if all the wind in her lungs was exhaled at the same moment her pussy flooded.

Kristy fell back. She looked to be passed out and if it wasn’t for the slight rise and fall of her breasts, I would have thought she was dead. I thought we were done for the night, but then she rolled over and got on her knees. “I have to feel you inside of me.”

“Where?” I asked.

“I don’t care, just get inside me now,” she replied, “but if you’re going to use my back door, you need to lube me first.” She reached back and spread her ass for me. She rarely let me fuck her ass, but tonight was special and I could tell she was feeling naughty.

As she spread her sexy ass cheeks, I brought my tongue to her hole. I rimmed her until she was loose and lubed and then brought my cock to her hole. As I lined up, she pushed back, driving my cock deep into her asshole in one thrust.

“Oh, GOD! Yes,” she exclaimed. “Fuck me.”

That is what I did. I’d like to say I lasted for hours, but I lasted just long enough for her to cum again before filling her ass with my cum. I then carried her to our bed where we slept naked, not moving throughout the night.

* * * * *

I woke up before Kristy the next morning and fixed breakfast and coffee for us. Kristy came down in a cute sundress and we ate breakfast. As we sipped our coffee she said, “I’m going to go to the mall and do some shopping. I’ve got some things I want to get.”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, now that I know how much you like those silky red panties, I’m going to go get some more even sexier ones,” she replied. And with that she jumped up, grabbed her purse and keys and was out the door, leaving me with a growing erection.

I was heading to the bathroom to take care of that erection, when the phone rang. It was Ray asking if I’d like to come over for some coffee. Although I’d just had a cup, I accepted and found myself at Ray’s patio table moments later.

As we drank our coffee, Ray asked how our night went.

“It was incredible, but you’ll never guess what happened,” I said. I then told him how as a way of turning me on Kristy had grabbed the cum soaked red panties Ray had shot a load in and had worn them to dinner. She thought I had jacked off into them and that it was a turn on, having my cum right against her pussy all night.

“Oh my god, you mean my cum was against Kristy’s body all night?” Ray asked.

“Yup,” I told him.

He then told me he had a confession to make as well. He went Escort on to tell me how he had seen us come home, racing to the front door. He saw the living room light come on but not go off, so he ventured over and peeked into the window that is hidden behind the shrub, but looks right into the living room.

“I saw the entire thing. I saw you licking her pussy and her cum as she bit her own tit. I saw you rim her ass and then fuck it. I’m sorry about the cum that is on the side of your house. I shot twice.”

“You saw Kristy completely naked?” I asked.

“Yes, she is incredible,” Ray said. “I’d love to cum in her panties again and smell her cunt on them, but I can’t afford to pay that much.”

There was something about the way he said, “smell her cunt” that completely got to me. I told him that Kristy had gone to the mall to purchase some more panties and maybe I could sneak him some to cum in if he wanted.

“Oh, yes, I’d love to do that.”

I told him I would bring him some as soon as I could but in the meantime, I could get him a pair of everyday panties if he’d like and I ran back home to grab a pair.

* * * * *

That afternoon Kristy showed me all the different panties she had purchased. “Victoria Secret was having a sale on panties, 7 pairs for $32, for Valentines. I got 14 I hope it is ok.” She showed me the collection of lace and silk, bikini and thong she had gotten.

I jokingly said to her, “You know there are guys that would pay top dollar for a pair of worn panties. You could sell them for way more than you purchased them for if you were to wear them first.”

“You’re kidding. No one would pay for a pair of soiled panties.” She replied.

“Oh but they would.” I told her. “If they had your smell on them, guys, and some girls too, would pay triple what you bought them for. All you have to do is wear them. And I know this is way out there, but if you cum in them, they pay even more.”

“You aren’t serious,” she laughed,

“I am and I can show you online.”

I told her to go get on a pair of her new panties and I will get my laptop. She was to wait in bed until I get set up. When I got there she was wearing a Jade green thong and nothing else. I had her lay on the bed in a sitting position with legs spread so the laptop could be placed between them. The laptop was open to a site called Scented Pansy, which lets women sell their undies. Some even showed pictures of them wearing.

I went from page to page, touching the crotch of the Jade thong each time I went to a new page. I could feel Kristy getting wet. I told that I would sell this pair if she makes herself cum in them and she moaned.

Kristy then spread her legs wider and brought a hand to her crotch. I could see her nipples hardening.

“Rub that pussy,” I whispered in her ear. “Can you make yourself cum?”

I then reached over and pinched a nipple hard, making her jump. I removed my hand but she looked at me, “No, don’t stop, do it harder.”

I then pinched hard and she moaned. I was sure it must hurt but she only said, “Harder, do it harder!”

I did and she came. She then slid off the thong, gave it to me and rolled over and went to sleep.

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It’s amazing how you can judge someone instantly; and without knowing their true self, a life time of perceptions are made. Some people are stubborn and won’t see the clearing in the fog, then there are some people who will think hard and give that certain someone a chance.

In this case it was a certain young man who got on the wrong side of Olivia, but she saw past her head and gave her heart a chance to forgive. This young man; James was quite tall and had light fair brown hair. Olivia was fighting temptations, her mind was pre-occupied with the reactions of her peers, she was frightened to open up to them about her forbidden fruit. On the other hand she wanted to give James the benefit of the doubt, I mean what’s the harm in friendly banter?

It all started when work wanted all the employee’s to go on a training weekend, the two them were paired up as team mates on the journey. Reluctant to talk to James, Olivia sat silently looking out onto the road and surroundings. After a while James stood up and walked to the other side of the coach for briefly, when he returned he just sat there fiddling with his mobile phone. A few minutes later, Olivia heard her mobile phone go off in her bag.

She reached down into the bag and noticed that she had a text message, the message said: ‘Hey, how are you? I’m a good person you know. J. xx.’ Olivia looked slightly dazed and turned to look at James. He was turned away from her and she couldn’t see the expression of his face. She decided to text him back: ‘Hey, I’m ok thank you, you? I’m not doubting you are a good person, I have no problem with you Olivia. xx’. He smiled to himself and they both carried on texting each other the entire way there.

They immediately hit it off and conversation came easily to them, it was even sure enough to say that Olivia had a bit of a crush Escort Bayan on James; in fact I think these feelings were mutual in both cases. They all arrived at the holiday inn hotel at about 12.30am and it was time for all the colleagues to settle down for the night. Just as James was unlocking the door to his room, Olivia, courageously tapped him on the shoulder and said hello vocally. James was quite taken back by this and invited her in for a drink.

After hours of talking, Olivia leant into James and started to fool around with James’ tie, he was dressed to thrill, in her mind. His suit was perfectly cut to show off his assets and the traditional white shirt and black suit was an image not to be ridiculed. Better still they had the same interests in that they both have the same job, was there anything else needed? Olivia was a sucker for a stud in a suit.

James boldly leaned in for a kiss, but respectively kissed Olivia on the cheek first as not to offend her, Olivia’s smile could not have been any wider, rather like the Cheshire cat out of Alice in Wonderland; so James wasted no more time and reached in for a passionate kiss. His lips as soft as velvet glided across hers and his tongue had a minty taste, which gave Olivia a tingly sensation that raced down her spine.

Her lungs filled with air as she sighed in passionate relief, James gasped for air too; as he opened his eyes widely, Olivia could see straight into his soul. She kissed the tip of his cute little nose and it twitched unexpectedly. As she leant in to undo his tie, James was able to see right down her cleavage, he looked in astonishment, he’d seen breasts before but nothing of this standard. The beauty was admirably one of a kind and he was in heaven for that moment in time.

She slowly undid his buttons on his shirt with one Bayan Escort hand, whilst the other hand was underneath the shirt rubbing his upper body with her index finger. He sat at the edge of the king-size bed and let Olivia work her magic. He took off her blazer and hurled it to the floor, as she slid his belt through each individual strap on his trousers. As it passed each strap; both Olivia and James began to feel more aroused than before.

Olivia slithered his trousers down and as they gradually went past his hips, she was surprised to see that James here, had his weapon within reach and he was in fact, going commando. It startled her to say the least, though in fact it had it’s safety switch on, to prevent any unavoidable actions. James couldn’t wait and so he pulled Olivia’s blouse over her head and off with all six buttons intact. This was racy and so called for a faster gear and a better position.

James reached for his tie and seized Olivia by both hands, he then tied them up and fixed her to the steel framework of the king-sized bed. Olivia wriggled on the bed to pull down her own trousers, whilst James had wondered off to look for some idea’s or resources. Olivia was filled with a warm sensation and was having moist thoughts about James, he returned with a tray with a towel over it.

He took out a long piece of what looked to be ripped shower curtain and he blindfolded Olivia with it, the mystery heightened the stimulation and Olivia loved this sudden change in a dominating contrast to his shy, start. He took the towel off the tray and laid out on the tray was; strawberries, cream, a candle, matches, a packet of protection.

He took a strawberry and from Olivia’s forehead he ran it down the centre of her body to her navel and then placed it in her mouth, whispering ‘don’t eat it Escort yet’. Then he retrieved the cream from the tray and poured it on top of the strawberry, cream dribbled down her neck and James climbed on top of Olivia and began to kiss it from her neck and run his tongue up to her mouth. He then bit the top of the strawberry and rolled a piece of the strawberry around on her tongue, it tasted like summer and Olivia’s taste buds thrived on the taste whilst her visual senses were impaired.

James then took the candle from the tray and lit it with a match, then tilting the candle he spilled some of the hot wax across her stomach, whilst pouring the cream across her breasts, this unique combination was equally balanced and the two sensations were more effective. The hot wax did not hurt her as the timing was right. The cream made her skin supple and her chest was surprised and reached out for James. He rubbed in some of the cream and then enthusiastically and quickly licked his tongue across leaving no cream in sight. He peeled away at the wax and then reached for the tray.

He then placed his weapon in a safe case and pulled Olivia’s left leg in the air, so that he was able to place his weapon into a display cabinet, the cabinet was well polished and this meant that his weapon constantly slid in and out at a rapid speed. Olivia’s shoulders went tense as she was pushed back by the force, James was on a mission alright. Then when he finally finished the attempt to put his weapon in the cabinet; he undid the blindfold that was firmly wrapped around Olivia’s head.

They both laid there on the bed in an embrace. Then as James woke up at six o’clock on the dot he noticed that he was there alone. He thought, was it a dream? Then he noticed the evidence on the floor, that morning as he was getting ready for work he noticed on the bathroom window a message written in red lipstick; it said: ‘ur mission = txt me to find out’ Olivia had fled an hour before and was daydreaming in the shower of her own room, about her strapping experience.

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“Hey guys, just hold on to my beer would you, I’ve got to go pee. I’m so full I’m bursting.”

A gang of us had come down from the campus to O’Malley’s Bar, down on Victoria Road. O’Malley’s is one of those bars that caters for a wide range of customers, from us university types, the art school arty kids, and the occasional corporate suit kicking out at the end of a long week doing whatever they do up in the city.

The place has a bunch of small round tables, each lit with a circle of light above, so it had kind of an old New York gangster vibe to it. Away from the tables and bar area, there were a couple of deep dark rooms, where from time to time there would be some kick ass rock’n’roll going down. Tonight though the bar was full, but no band, so it was just all noise and people. We had all come down because it was the end of semester, and we’d handed up the big papers, done the exams, so now it was time to chill out and kick back.

I was feeling cute as a kitten, with my combination of a classic just above the knee black and white pleated skirt with an oh so gorgeous swirl when I spin, and a soft silk cream blouse; under which I was wearing my lacy blue tanga panties and bra. You know, the type of lingerie a girl buys because she just wants to feel good even if no-one else knows, just a piece of lacy froth and colour.

Feeling sexy, feeling wicked, I had on my white lace stockings and suspenders, and my highest chrome heel and toes. Even so, I’m still petite, but I’ve been called a pocket dynamo. Jade earrings setting off my brilliant green eyes, and with my blonde bob haircut from Pierre’s, I was the queen of princesses for the night. I wondered who my prince would be….

But I’d chased down a few too many drinks in a hurry, and was just busting to go. The base of my belly was feeling full, bladder pressing down giving me a warm tight feeling at the top of my cunt. As I got up from the table I wobbled a bit (wow, I’m tipsier than I thought), and twisted to catch my balance.

As I swirled my skirt brushed the arm of the corporate suit sitting at the next table — an older guy, I’d noticed him when he sat down. He looked up at me and smiled, as if to say, “hey, careful there little girl, don’t fall, but if you do, I’ll catch you.”

I caught my balance and moved away, and he turned his attention back to the graceful young thing he was with – one of those fresh young corporate girls, grey pencil skirt, hair in a high pony tail, black heels, excited to be out with the boss on a Friday night. Good for you honey, I thought, but I still gotta go. God, I’m full and hot down there, I need a pee!

So I make my way down to the back of the caverns where the toilets are. But what’s this, why is there such a long queue? Get out of my way Escort Bayan boys and girls, this girl’s in a hurry. Gotta go, gotta go, I’m busting here. Damn, it looks like only one of the toilets is working, both women and men are going into the gents, they must be sharing. How am I going to make this happen?

So I start clenching my pelvic floor, try to push some of that fullness back up into my body. Problem is, I’m also pushing blood into my cunt so everything is getting a tingle on. Startled, I realise my nipples are peaking erect now, giving me tightness in my breasts as well as my belly. In a weird way, this is getting hot, but I still gotta go….

I’ve now got about thirty people in front of me, this is not good. So I’m clenching my legs together tight, like a toddler in a toy shop. Dammmmn I need a piss. How do I distract myself now, before I explode?

As the line creeps forward, I see a movement some thirty feet away: there’s a girl up against a far wall, back in the shadows. She’s leaning with her back against the wall with her legs slightly apart, her hands pushing back on to the brick. Her face is turned up, her eyes are closed, what is she doing? As I look, she gives a little shudder, as if she’s had some sudden relief, and she straightens herself up.

Wow, she is lovely. One of those slender bitches from art school, but she is a sight. Even though it’s really dark over there, I can see that she is wearing a tight clinging dress which fits her like a sheath, but only just covers her ass, the pattern looks like burning fire, all red and gold.

God if she bent over, that would be a sight to see, even for a girl like me. Just look at those legs, they go on forever, open lace stockings with bare thighs, black and gold heels, they must be six inch heels at least. How do those art school girls get away with that? Black as black kohl on her eyes, scarlet red lipstick to match her spiked red hair, black nails. I see her straighten her dress down…but I still need to pee. Badly need a pee. Owww.

My bladder and belly are now the only things I can think about, and I cross my legs real tight and start rocking from side to side. I need to hang on I need hang on, oh my goodness I’m full. I…am…going…to…burst, I need to piss so badly I’m hurting.

“Hey, why don’t you do what I just did? You look like you’re ready to go.” It’s the girl from the wall, she’s now right next to me, her mouth hot breath by my ear.

“What do you mean, what you just did?”

“I can see that you’re about to burst, that you really need to pee, but that queue is another five minutes, you’ll never make it. Come with me.”

And she takes my hand and pulls me out of the line. I’m almost in tears now, my bladder is so full, Bayan Escort I can’t think. We’re over by the wall and I vaguely register that we are in shadows. “Try now,” she says, “try to let go.”

But I’m nervous, I can’t pee here, I’m not private, people might see me. “I can’t, I just can’t do it.” I’ve got tears down my cheeks, I’m in so much pain.

“You just need to relax, your bladder will empty all by itself, you’ll feel so much better.”

But I’m now locked up, my belly and cunt are full of liquid heat, but I just can’t pee here.

Suddenly I feel the front of my skirt lifted, cool air against my thighs and she has cupped her hand hard up against the crotch of my panties. Her hand is so warm, and she’s applying a steady pressure which is pushing up against all the liquid in my bladder. I don’t know what is happening now, my legs are apart, my back is arched up against the wall, and my hands push hard against the brick wall behind me.

My whole body is tight and hot and, oh my god, there’s a pressure up against my asshole, she’s pressing a finger hard across my little hot dark hole, and her palm cups my sex, and my ass gives a single throb…and my bladder releases. I pee and pee and pee down over her hand, down my leg, god I can feel the hot liquid spill over my ankles. I am so full and full and hot and wet and her finger is still pressed firm up against my asshole and I’m falling against her hand. I feel her arm around my waist to hold me up and god, I’m still gushing piss. Fuck, the relief is almost unbearable.

And I feel a hot mouth against my throat and her other hand is now up inside my blouse and she pushes the full weight of her hand up against my breast. My nipples are hard and hot and tight, and every pulse of my cunt and bladder and asshole is a pulse all through my breasts. I push my breasts against her hand and up against her body, and her hand on my crotch keeps on pushing up against hard against the wetness of my sex.

My pee is slowing to a trickle now, but her tongue is pushing firmly between my lips and my head is arched back to take the force of her kiss. Her tongue is deep into my mouth and my own tongue responds between her moist lips into her hot mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick and feeling the hardness of her teeth. I can’t get my tongue deep enough into her mouth and then…

Her fingers press both into my tight ass hole and up between my lips and into my cunt and she has me trapped, every slick tight place has a pushing finger or a pushing tongue and now one of my nipples is being tugged and pulled with her free hand and my belly starts to fill again with weight and heat, and I am enveloped by her.

She is pressing her whole long body hard up against mine and she has set Escort up a spiral of pleasure in every soft hole and every hard point and now my clit is hard and my nipples throb and my asshole clamps on her finger and my cunt aches and my clit throbs and my sex clenches and she just doesn’t stop I’m being pushed higher and hotter and harder until my whole body tightens and arches as if I’ve been pierced to my centre with a lightning bolt and the centre of my belly and sex and lips and ass and breasts and deep in my cunt I simply explode with pleasure.

I shudder and come and come, with a whimper at the back of my throat, my eyes tight closed, her tongue fucking my mouth. Ohhh yes, make me, make me oh, fuck harder, ohhhh…

My head bangs back against the wall, and even the shock of that bump sends another shudder through my tiny body. I don’t think I’ve come so hard, ever before. She has taken me completely, and I don’t even know where I’ve gone. One last trickle of pee slides down my leg as my sex throbs and becomes a pool of hotness in the center of my being.

Her lips now gently caress my throat and her hand now gently pushes up against my wet full sex, and her other hand presses against my whole breast. She supports my weight for a while as I catch my breath, and then she takes her hand away from between my legs, smooths down my skirt. She brings her hot wet hand to my mouth, and I am aware of the sharp smell of my pee mixed with the sticky juice from my cunt. She touches two wet fingers to my lips, kisses my throat one last time.

Gazing straight into my eyes, she smiles and whispers, “see, you just needed to relax.” And just as silently as she had arrived, she was gone.

I looked around, and took a moment to compose myself. My thighs and legs were still sticky with my wetness, but my skirt was dry where she had lifted it away from my hot body. I realised I was still in the shadows and thought to myself, “thank goodness, nobody saw us.”

Relieved, but still hot and tingling and confused, I made my way back our table. I’m sure my cheeks and chest are blushing red, but in the darkness and the shadows I felt that I can keep it together. My sex aches and is tight between my legs.

But when I sit down at our table, I see that the corporate suit at the next table is looking at me, with a quizzical smile on his face. He mouths the words, “I saw what you did, just then,” and holds my gaze for a long second.

With blood rushing to my cheeks I stand up and rush towards the exit. As I burst out the door, one of the tall blond boys from the swimming team comes through the other way. Normally I would be a flirty girl with him, but after what has happened in the last ten minutes I can’t face him.

“Oh hi, how have you been, do want a drink with me tonight?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not feeling so good right now.” And I rush out the door into the cooling night, cheeks ablaze, but my breasts and nipples still hard with pleasure and my cunt still wet and hot and my legs still damp with piss.

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That the problem with small town train stations, no facilities. I was not really aware of this until a few weeks ago. I’d been working late at the office and by the time I got down to the station the light was already fading. The small station clock read 8:23, over half-a-hour before the next train. Winter was fast on its way and the night air was cold against my face, I was off in a world of own thinking this is not the place to be all alone on a dark platform when I heard footsteps coming down the stairway towards the platform. Spinning around quick with my heart throbbing against my chest wall I was very relieved to see it was a young lady and not some six-foot guy with a baseball bat.

She walked to the edge of the platform about 10 feet away from me turned looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, she was about 26-28 I guess with shoulder length red hair, not one of those skinny women that are always on a diet this lady had flesh her there bones. She was wearing a black jacket and skirt which came down to just above her knees and a white blouse, her legs where bare and she had a pair of black court shoes, evidently working late like me. I could feel something growing in my underwear; I’ve always loved the larger lady and a red hair… god that was almost too much for my brain to handle.

It felt like I’d been standing there for ages. I looked up at the clock 8:31, I was starting to feel uncomfortable the lump in my pants needed seeing too but this was not the time or the place. Thinking desperately of what I could do to help my-self I suddenly notice that the young lady was doing some kind of dance! “Are you Ok” I enquired. The lady jigged her way down the platform towards me. “Sorry” she said “but I’m in need of a toilet, is there one around.” I used the station every day and have never seen one. “No sorry, how bad is it,”

“well its find a place to pee or I’ll have wet legs,” she said with a pained look on her face. ” There’s only me and you here” I replied, “So if you like, I can keep watch while you nip behind one of the posts. ” A look of relieve came across her face “If you don’t mind” she said.

I walked over to the bottom of the stairway and looked up to see if anyone was coming. “Its all clear” I called and the lady quickly made her way behind the nearest post. I couldn’t help myself I had to look, turning and looked over my shoulder, a river of piss was running down the platform from behind the post. I still have to wonder how I didn’t cum there and then, I never thought seeing someone’s pee could be that much of a turn on. It was then that a cry of “Oh shit” came form behind the post. “You Ok” I called from the stairway “No. ”

I quickly shoot across the platform to the post. Looking down I saw the young lady crouched down her skirt lifted up to her waist, her white pants around her ankles. Even in the dim station lights I could see her red hairy pussy. The piss gushing out from between her legs was steamy in the cold air. I quickly looked away “sorry” I said. “Look, look at this, I’ve pissed on my knickers” she cried. Looking down I could clearly see where her piss had splashed up off the hard platform and onto her pants. “You’ll have to take them off, you can’t walk around with those wet things on” I don’t know if I meant what I said or I was just hoping for something more. She reached up and put one hand on my shoulder Escort Bayan to steady herself lifted her one leg and slipped her pants over her foot.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’d walked around with a wet patch between my legs” she said laughingly. Having slipped her pants over the other foot she turned and handed me her wet pants “I’ve got no pockets in this jacket can you hang on to these. “

“Sure” and I placed them into my coat pocket.

Well the ice was well and truly broken now and we got talking. Her name was Kay, she was only in the area for a few days having come up from her companies head office to do a check on some accounts at their branch office, which was housed in the same block as the office I work at. We talked about all the normal stuff life, work, and the lack of good weather. It was no time at all before the train pulled in. We continue or conversation on the train until Kay got up and said that it was her stop next. As she walked towards the door she looked back “May-be I’ll see you round the building sometime” she said.

It was not until after she have left the train and we started to pull away that I remembered that I still had her pants in my pocket. Kay had lied to me, I suddenly recalled seeing pockets in her jacket, a warm smile came across my face.

The following day I was working away at my computer when Kev entered the office “You should take a look at the red head talking on the stairs” he exclaimed “right up you street. ” ‘Red Head’ I was out that door almost as fast as my legs would take me. “Fuck me, slow down man you do yourself an injury” Kev called from behind.

Talking to what must have been one of her work colleagues, sure enough was Kay. As I pushed open the stairwell door she looked up, a broad smile crept across her face. “I’ll look at that later” she said to the girl standing with her. The girl walked off leaving Kay and her smile alone with me.

“Thanks for the present” Kay’s smile got bigger, “I knew you would like them, I could tell by the size of the bulge in your trousers. ” I had to admit that I had never seen a lady having a pee before and that I was so turned on that I was amazed I didn’t cum on the spot. Seeing Kay again and talking about what had happened was having the same effect on me. “Getting randy again?” Kay said, “To fucking right I am” I replied. “What about you coming over tonight to the flat I’m staying at, and I’ll show you a lot more” Kay asked. “No problem,”

“Train station six o’clock” I said. “See you there” replied Kay and walked off down the stairs.

I walked back into the office. “Fuck me you scored…. ” What? “Come on… any one with a grin that big has got to be on a promise,” remarked Kev as I park my backside back down at my desk.

The rest of the day went so slow I didn’t think it would ever end.

The platform was full but spotting Kay was no problem, her red hair standing out in the crowd. I walked up behind her and gave her a gentle pitch on the bottom. Kay didn’t finch she just moved her hand behind her back a groped my swelling cock. “Hi big boy” she said laughingly. On the train Kay told me that it was a company flat see was staying in used by any one from the company who was visiting the branch office and was within easy walking distance of the station. When we left the train Kay pointed out Bayan Escort the flat, it was only a few hundred yards away from the station. I started to walk as fast as I could but Kay grabbed my hand and pulled be back “Slow down” she said “We’ve got all night…. And I mean all night. ” Kay opened the door with her key and we stepped into the flat, boy was it posh! The whole of the living area done out in black leather and chrome with smoked glass coffee and dinning tables. “Sit down… take your clothes off,”

“Ops! I mean your shoes off” Kay joked. I sat down on one of the larger leather sofas and looked across the room at the 36″ wide screen TV with VCR and DVD built in. “Man that’s some TV” I call out to Kay, “Bloody great” Kay replied from the kitchen area, “Stick a tape in theres one on the top I’ve been watching. “

“Coffee Ok” called Kay, “Great, white and one sugar please. ” I got up and pushed the tape into the slot, within seconds the TV burst into life. My mouth dropped open there on the screen was a women laying on rubber sheets with a guy standing over her pissing straight into her mouth, while she lay there holding open the lips of her cunt and sending a hot scream of pee into the air. “You fancy pissing all over me” came a voice from behind me. Kay was standing there with two cups of coffee. “I’ve never tried any thing like that before” I exclaimed “Isn’t it a bit too dirty and kinky. “

“The dirtier the better” Kay remarked. We both sat on the sofa, Kay pulled herself in close to me as we watched the action on the screen, the more I watched the harder my cock got. No sooner had I finished my coffee than Kay go up and made another one. After drinking my third cup Kay got up to make another, “No thanks I can’t drink any more” I said “Oh yes you can,”

“I what you bladder to be so full you think its going to explode” she replied and went off to the kitchen area to make another cup.

After two hours of hard-core porn and 5 cups of coffee Kay placed her hand on my bladder and pushed. “God don’t” I cried, “I piss myself,”

“Oh good” said Kay. She got to her feet and standing in front of me slowly started to remove her clothing piece by piece knowing it would drive me wild…. It worked! I don’t know what was more painful, my full to overflowing bladder or my rock hard cock. And there she was naked for the first time, her skin creamy white. It was the first time I had really noticed her tits, firm and rounded with dark brownie red nipples not large but beautifully proportioned to the rest of her body… about 38c as a guess. Her mound was better that I remembered from the night before under the dim light of the station, thick red curly hair in a neat triangle. I drop to my knee and tried to bury my head between her legs. “Wait” she snapped, “When I let you.” Kay started to undo the buttons on my shirt but I can’t wait, my cloths where in a heap on the floor in about 10 seconds.

Kay took my hand and led me into the bathroom. It was almost as big as the main room; a large sunken bath lay in the middle of the room. Kay turned on the hot tap and ran some water over the bottom of the bath to warm it up. “Don’t what that shrinking on use because of a cold surface… Do we” said look down at my hard cock. We stepped into the bath, “Come on lets see you piss” said Kay pushing my bladder. She laid back Escort in the bath, holding open the lips of her cunt she cried out “come on piss up my cunt fill my hole with your piss. ” I knelt between her legs and pointed my cock at her open hole. Hot piss shoot from my purple end splashing around her pussy lips and into her hole. “Fuck with piss” Kay cried, “Stick your prick in and piss up me. ” Her cunt wet and warm made it easy for me to get my cock in, I felt a wave of relief come over me a I empted my bladder up her cunt. Kay started to scream out “Oh fuck… yes. yes… ” her body arched as her orgasm ripped into her. I pulled my cock out before my bladder was empty, my hot piss gushed out of her cunt turning the bottom of the bath into a sea of golden pee with Kay an island in the middle. Still pissing from my cock I pointed it straight at her mouth “Drink my piss you fucking whore” I screamed at Kay. She opened her mouth and to allow my hot piss to enter. Almost chocking on my piss Kay lay there her fingers now buried in her piss filled cunt, fucking herself for all she was worth. No sooner had the last drop of pee dripped off the end of my prick than I grabbed Kay by the hips and turned her over onto all four’s, her hands and knees washing around in my piss on the bottom of the bath. Getting down on to my knees I position myself behind her and with one great push forced my cock deep into her piss filled hole, forcing more of my piss from her cunt, I could feel it dripping from my balls as I started to pump away at Kay’s sopping love hole. Kay lifted a hand and placed it on the back of the bath to stop my thrusts pushing her over. “Fuck me… Fuck me hard you bastard… make me cum you piss fucker” who was I to disagree. I slammed my cock into her again and again each thrust smacking into the very top of her cunt. Kay was by now moaning like there was no tomorrow. I could felt the spunk rising alone the length of my prick and with one last push deep into her my cum coated the inside of Kay’s sweet hole, wave after wave shoot in deep, I thought it would never stop. I felt her body stiffen and her back arched and with an almighty scream Kay’s body went into waves of convulsion as her orgasm took her.

I pulled my cock out of Kay’s body and sat back, my own piss that covered the bath splashing up around my ass, my head spinning from every thing that had just happened. Kay recovered a lot quicker that me, she was up on her feet in a matter of minutes. “Right!” She said her eyes wide and menacing “You put it all in there… you can know lick it all out again. ” Moving herself down the bath so her mound was right in my face she grabbed the back of my head and forced it between legs “Lick my cunt clean you bastard. ” I set to work with my tongue lick away at her cunt, tasting my own cum and piss mixed together with every lick. “Now for a real taste” Kay cried. Then I felt it her pee stream out from her, cascading down my face into my mouth, running off my chin onto my chest and down my body. “Drink it you piss fucker” came the words from her mouth. All that coffee she had drunk, now pissing out of her, washing my whole body with her golden liquid. I continue as best as I could to keep licking, my tongue working more on her clit than her hole. “Oh! My god” screamed Kay as another orgasm ripped her body. We both collapsed into the piss filled bath total exhausted.

I looked at Kay. “Thank you” I said, “I didn’t know any thing that kinky, that dirty could be so fantastic. ”

We showered and went back to the main room. “Would you like some coffee” Kay asked with a big smile…

“You bet I would. “

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The strange man sat down on the couch next to Sars and put his hand on her leg. The gesture was familiar and casually intimate. The gesture of a lover. She snuggled closer to him and put both of her hands onto his thigh, sliding one of them over into his crotch to find signs of life stirring his manhood. She licked her lips and smiled, glancing over to look straight into the camera for just a fraction of a moment before returning her attention to the monster in her lover’s lap. As her fingers massaged the man’s thighs and traced around the expanding outline in his slacks, Tim watched silently, his erection growing despite his feelings of betrayal.

The guest room had been hastily prepared with a television, an old mattress, and little else apart from a massive lock on its door. The only light in the room was the CCTV in front of him. The two ardent friends caressed one another in grainy black and white, oblivious of the surveillance… Well, almost oblivious. Sars knew, and she was making the most of it with occasional, wicked glances as if to say “This is how it is now, bitch.” Tim’s mind was awash with emotions – jealousy, sadness, bitterness, anger, but all of these were dim seconds to the arousal that swirled through him. He ached to stroke himself, but she had handcuffed his hands together behind his back before her stud had arrived.

When he had returned from Bristol, their greeting had been pretty normal – he hadn’t been sure of what to say or how to approach the topic of Perry’s visit, and she hadn’t mentioned anything. She had been happy to see him, and for a moment he thought maybe it was all some kind of fucked up dream, or that he had just been lied to. She hadn’t, couldn’t have, had anything to do with the stranger that had knocked on his door and raped his mouth. She was his loving girlfriend, kissing him and holding his hand as they made their way from the tube station to the terrace house they shared.

After dinner that night she had coaxed him into the bedroom where she had set up candles and she had stripped off his clothing before climbing into bed with him, clad only in a thong, and sliding her fingers down to encircle his half-erect cock. “So… Were you a good boy while you were away?” She asked playfully, stroking him gently while she used her other hand to pinch and twist his nipples, drawing moans from between his parted lips.

“Yes,” he sighed, eyes half closed.

“Really?” She asked, increasing the pace of her strokes just slightly. “You didn’t do anything naughty? Anything you shouldn’t have?”

She knew! His cock went limp as fear coursed through him. “I…”

“You what?” Her strokes continued as she purred in his ear, twisting his nipples in turn; pressing her body against his. “What did you do? Did you do anything… Bad? Hmmm?” Despite his fear, her attentions were arousing, and he felt his cock growing once more as he stammered.

“I… Er…”

“You what?” She pinched his right nipple hard, drawing a cry out of his mouth. He sounded like a distressed girl. “Did you look at porn and play with your little dickie? Did you?”

“I…”

“Did you?!” His nipple received another savage tweak.

“Yes! I did, I…”

“What kind of porn were you looking at, hmmm?”

“I…” Now his left nipple was punished. “Men! It was man porn-gay porn…”

“Awww… I know what you like, baby… I know what you want… Anything else?”

“I… Umm…”

“Did you suck a stranger’s cock while you were gone, hmmm?” She was stroking him faster now. Once more fully erect, his penis was little more than six inches, and precum was already dribbling from its tip. “You did, huh? Shhhh… I know, baby, I know. Shhhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. It was coated in his precum, and she rubbed it back and forth across his lips. “Shhhh, baby. I know about your visitor. Did you like it? Your little surprise? Did you like… Hung Bristol Twenty-four? I bet you did, huh? Oh, I can tell that you did! Your little dickie’s positively swollen! Well…” She rolled onto him, her little frame straddling his chest. “I thought you might…”

He was pressing his hips toward her, aching to bury himself in her as she eased herself back towards his searching cock before looking up into his eyes. Escort Bayan “Oh, no, honey. That’s not happening. Not anymore,” she cooed, “You want to be fucked by men? Well so do I,” she giggled, “You don’t qualify… But you can still eat…” And she slid herself forward to straddle his face. Her cunt was sopping wet as she smothered him with it and leaned back, supporting herself on her right hand while she used her left one to savagely tweak his nipples, one after the other.

He lapped at her pussy, her juices flowing into his mouth and down his throat as he licked and sucked, his tongue guided by her moans and the tweaks to his nipples. His hips pumped the air as she rode his face, grinding herself against his mouth and nose. He gasped as the motions of her gyrations allowed him to suck intermittent breaths of cool air between suffocating moments of wetness locked against his face.

She was no longer paying any attention to him, pumping against his tongue, shifting her position minutely here and there, the fingers of her right hand buried in his hair, holding him tightly as she fucked his mouth and her breathing got louder and heavier. He could feel her heartbeat pumping and her hips bucking. His mind was growing dizzy with arousal and lack of oxygen as she rode him harder and harder, all selfishness focused on her own sex until suddenly, with a cry that split the air, she started cumming on his face. Pressing herself harder than ever against his nose and mouth, he could feel waves of secretion oozing down into his throat, choking him as she kneaded her pussy against him harder and harder, the sounds of her orgasm vibrating the walls until her cries slowed, her grip relaxed, and she rolled off of him.

Air had flooded into his lungs and he had rolled over to her, his own need suddenly more urgent. She ignored him for a few moments while her ecstasy subsided, and then reached over to play with his nipples once more.

“You liked sucking that cock, didn’t you?” She had reached for his hand and guided it down to his own cock. “Liked being used? Fucked? Violated? It’s everything you’ve been asking for.” He was moaning, delirious with arousal as he jacked himself off and she played with his nipples, her fingers flicking back and forth to twiddle, pinch, and twist. “I know it is, baby, I know… And there’s more to come, I promise-No, shhhh… I promise, baby. We’ll have men lining up to-“

With a grunt he came all across his belly. The semen was watery and thin.

“Good boy,” she said, wiping her hands and getting up. She had pulled on a skirt and a shirt and walked out of the room to go and clean up. He had lay there for just a moment, bewildered, before reaching for a t shirt to clean his chest off with. Emerging from the bedroom a few moments later, he had found her in the kitchen where she was just pouring herself a glass of red wine and working on something that had apparently been simmering on the stove.

“Babe?” He’d approached her, somewhat tentative.

“Want a glass of wine,” she had asked, all sunshine and breeze.

“Yes, please,” he had responded. “Babe?”

“Yes?”

“I was wondering-“

“If you want to talk to me about sex,” she poured the wine and slid the glass across the counter towards him, “I’m not interested.”

“Bu-“

“We can talk about it later,” was all she would say. After a few more tries, he’d let the subject drop, and their night had been fairly pleasant.

Over the next week or so there had been no mention of sex, or of the encounter in Bristol, and their bed had been slept in, but little else had happened there. The few times he had made overtures, he had been efficiently, if not unkindly, refused, and there had been more than one late night session after she had fallen asleep.

Finally, on that Friday evening, she had dropped down onto the couch next to him and, sliding her hand onto his thigh, had whispered in his ear.

“I’m horny… You?”

His cock had jumped, and he had licked his lips, nodding in reply. She was wearing a short, pleated plaid skirt and a white button-up blouse. Her hair was done up in pony tails and, and she had completed the ensemble with black stockings and little black Mary-janes.

“I’ve got a surprise Bayan Escort for you then,” she had purred into his ear, her hand stroking his thigh, her finger tracing lines around the edge of his sex as she produced a blindfold. “You have to wear this if you wanna see your surprise,” she’d dangled the strip of black fabric in front of him, her fingers teasing his cock through his trousers; never quite touching it. He nodded again and she had turned and straddled his lap, facing him, her tits, visible through the thin material of her shirt, inches from his mouth as she tied the blindfold over his eyes, cinching it tight behind his head and adjusting the front so that it blacked out his whole vision.

Once he had been blinded, she stood and, taking his hand, led him from the living room, down the hall to the doorway of the second, unused bedroom.

“If you cooperate like a good boy, you’ll get something exciting, baby,” her whisper in his ear was hot as she led him into the centre of the room and circled around behind him to cuff his hands together behind his back. “You like that, baby,” she’d asked, her voice naughty as she traced her finger around his body and suddenly he had felt a thin, cold point against his skin. He worked out it was a knife as it scraped lightly against his belly and he had just begun to grow alarmed before she was slicing the shirt off of him. Next, she went to work on his trousers, leaving him standing in the middle of the guest room in just a pair of pants and a blindfold. She guided him through space, leading him along like a pet until his foot touched something on the ground. A mattress.

Cooing and giggling, she pulled him down to the mattress and, fingers toying once more around his package without ever actually touching it, she whispered hotly in his ear.

“I’m so fucking horny, baby. All week I’ve been thinking about your adventures and it’s got me so fucking hot…” Her tongue was on his left nipple, her hand tweaking his right one as she started grinding against his leg. He felt her other hand reach up to his head, felt the blindfold being untied. “Shhhh,” she purred, “Lay still. Just… Wait.” With that, she had gotten up and walked off. The next thing he heard was the sound of the door shutting and a lock being turned.

He had waited for some time and nothing happened. After a while, the sound of the front door opening reached his ears and suddenly he could hear voices in the hall. He had struggled to sit up, and the blindfold fell away from his eyes. The room was dark, apart from a television mounted on the wall, up in the corner, showing a view of the living room. As he had watched, Sars had entered the frame, leading a large, athletic man in behind her, and they had sat on the couch and gotten comfortable.

He was standing in front of her now and she was undoing his zip; his belt, dropping his trousers to the floor to reveal a pair of well-toned legs and a generous bulge in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. Her delight was evident as she jiggled his enormous bulge, her fingers going to grasp it, to clasp it, to stroke and play and touch. It made her hands look small, so large was this massive tool, and Tim felt himself blush as he thought about what it would feel like to have it inside of him. His girlfriend was eagerly playing with a stranger’s package and all he could think of was being stuffed with the same thick rod she was so enamored with. His shame only fueled his arousal as he watched, unable to take his eyes off the image.

He could hear the muffled sounds of their laughter and conversation through the walls as he watched her ask the man a question, then get up and cross the room, her ass weaving wantonly as she made her way to the counter and poured another glass of wine, bringing it back with the same shameless sway and offering it to him.

She was going to be fucked. She glanced at the camera as if to confirm it, a secret smile flashing for an instant before she pushed the strange man back down onto the couch and straddled him just as she had done Tim, less than an hour ago. A pair of white cotton pants were just visible, peeking out from beneath the skirt as she gyrated her hips gently, humping him through his pants, and they drank wine. The man reached Escort out and put a massive hand on her hip, slowly sliding it down and around to come to rest on her ass.

Tim watched as she giggled and squirmed, pressing herself against the man’s erection, and pushing back to meet his meaty grasp. He had both hands on her ass now and he was playing with it, pulling it apart and kneading it gently, his hands wandering all over as he slid them beneath the waistband of her little pants and massaged her cheeks. He pushed down the edge of the pants to reveal her ass and his fingers, searching out her tiny asshole and pressing against it gently. She was enjoying herself so much. Making herself into a slut for this stranger-this man who-she had to know this guy. Their touching was too familiar, too intimate for this to be their first meeting. She had her tongue down his throat, their kisses passionate, full, deep, and lingering.

Tim could feel his anger and humiliation boiling up inside him as he watched her squirm, pushing back against her lover’s fingers as they penetrated her asshole. The man on the screen had his other hand on her breasts now, feeling them; weighing them, bouncing them. he was pinching her nipples through the thin material of her blouse, undoing her top button by button until it was open and her perfect tits came into view.

Now his finger was searching lower, gently reaching for the moist darkness between her legs. This strange man was fingering Sars and she was letting him! Enjoying it, pushing herself against him, crushing her pussy against his pants, all thoughts of Tim and of the camera forgotten, she had given herself over totally to the ecstasy of his fingers in her pussy; his lips on her nipple.

In one fluid motion, he stood, holding her effortlessly against him as though she weighed nothing, he tore off her pants and, pulling down his own, carried her out of the screen and down the hall, past the guest bedroom, to the bedroom Tim shared with Sars. Tim could hear the muffled sounds of her giggles and the low, deep rumble of the man’s voice in the corridor as they entered the room and, before he knew it, she was moaning and sighing.

He swore he could hear the sound of the bed creaking, and the occasional bass sound of the man’s voice saying something as their evident love-making gained pace. Tim was miserable as he rolled over onto his stomach and began humping into his pants, against the bare mattress on the floor as he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked in the next room, her gasps and sighs coming to him with increasing volume as the bull buried his enormous cock in her sopping wet pussy over and over again, slamming against her cunt, her clit.

Suddenly the television screen flickered to life once more and Tim could see a view of the bedroom. She had evidently somehow switched the feed over, and was looking straight at the camera, a wicked smile on her face. The stranger was behind her and she was on her stomach, ass in the air, one arm stretched out in front of her on the bed while the other snaked beneath her to play feverishly with her clit. He gripped her by the hips and pounded her mercilessly from behind as she lost interest in the camera once more, swept away by the sensations of her lover’s thrusts.

Tim ground his cock against the mattress beneath him and watched as Sars was violated, taken completely by the stranger in his bed, his body tingling with shame and arousal as he bucked and bucked, mashing his little cock repeatedly beneath him. His girlfriend’s face was awash with ecstasy and delight, the stranger had his thumb buried in her ass and she was bucking against him with utter abandon as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her cries were clearly audible in the miserable guest room where Tim fucked himself against the shabby mattress and watched as the stranger gripped her even more tightly, pulling himself all the way into her pussy and holding her by the hips as he bucked and bucked and grunted and moaned, the deep sounds of his bass voice signalling his own orgasm, deep inside her sopping pussy, he rode her as his movements gradually lost their pace and he finally dropped onto the bed to lie beside her, their faces radiant with satisfaction and sweat.

Tim gave a little gasp as his own cock started to spew into his pants and then he lay, covered in his own shame and exhaustion, watching the pair of lovers eventually, fall asleep. He watched for a long time before he, too, drifted off to sleep, dreams of Sars playing in his mind.

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Being hard up for money can make people do desperate and frightening things. I was in need a couple of months ago and decided to find a way to make some fast cash. My girlfriend told me she knew to somebody who wanted a mistress for his wife and himself to share. The man (I later knew as Steve) was willing to give $500 to a woman who had no limits but yet she had to be innocent. I might not be innocent, but I’m naïve sometimes and decided to go along with the deal. My friend told me when Steve would call and pick me up downtown. I was supposed to wear no panties or bra. He also told me to wear a lot of makeup and trim my “bush” as he called it. I wore a white lace off shoulder blouse and black mini. Steve seemed please and took me for a ride around town and then out to eat. I thought this won’t be that bad, since he was nice looking and kept me at ease. He did stare at my chest a lot, though. “Where is your wife? I thought she was part of this whole thing. Not that I’d mind being alone with you,” I said. Steve smiled and said,”Oh, she’s waiting at home for us. I’m going to have you two take a bath together and get all clean!” with that he finished his apple pie and we left for his home.

When we get to his house, his wife is waiting and mad!! She’s pretty with dark hair and skin (unlike my fair skin and auburn hair) and has only a teddy on. Ruth tells Steve to “Take your whore in Escort Bayan the bedroom and fuck her, then!!” She then walks up and lifts up my skirt and looks at my trimmed little bush and fingers it. I just stand there as Steve watches her inspect me. Ruth pushes me backwards so I fall on the couch. I feel her pulling my skirt down and she spread my legs wide open. She smiles and pushes two fingers inside my pussy really hard and puts her thumb on my clit. I cry out a little and Ruth says, “Oh look at her little button” and then, “she had better cum when I eat this little pussy”. I felt really violated as Steve (whom I had trusted) watched and kept a straight face.

Ruth then grabbed my hair and pulled me up and told me to strip. As I undressed she watched my big breasts fall out of my shirt and grabbed my nipples hard. “You’re a skinny bitch whore” and started pushing me by my hair into the bedroom. Steve was getting undressed in the bedroom and had at least an 8-inch cock. Ruth put me on my back and started to lick my pussy. She told me to cum and stuck her finger in my ass. I was totally shocked as she pushed another finger in. Ruth was being rough and then she got mad, “She needs to shit!” showing her finger to Steve. She got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and figured it was time for our bath. Steve jumped up and turned me over and rubbed Bayan Escort his cock against my ass. I felt him spread my cheeks and push against my hole. He pushed until he forced it inside my ass. I knew I had to go bathroom but he didn’t care as he pumped his cock in and out of my ass. I could feel my asshole being spread wide open and moaned, “Ouch! Oh, oh god, “ as I felt my shit starting to come out. He pulled out his cock and told me to finish going. I said,”No, I need to go into the bathroom” and Ruth came out with rubber gloves and a disposable enema. She told me to bend over and saw the shit on us both. Mad again, she gave me my enema and told me to hold it. Then she put Steve’s cock in my mouth and told me to clean it. He loved every minute of it and finally as I cried to go, Ruth and Steve let me go release my enema.

As I finished going, Ruth told me to get into the large garden tub. It felt nice to be inside the warm water with bubbles. She also got in and washed my back and held my breasts. I could feel myself relaxing and until she started to eat my pussy from behind. She sucked and licked my clit while she fingered my asshole. I finally came and she sucked all my juices. I was feeling pretty ashamed when Steven got into the tub and Ruth jumped out. He then put his cock into my pussy and fucked me in the bathtub. After about an hour, my pussy was sore. I Escort could feel his thumb going into my asshole as he pumped my pussy. “Ouch my pussy hurts,” I cry and Steve finally cums. He hands me a towel and I get out and dry off. I am visibly shaking and need some rest badly. They tell me to lie down and take a nap. Shortly after I fell asleep, I awake to Steve fucking Ruth and she is screaming and crying, as she has an orgasm she finally shuts up. I pretend to be asleep but Steven sees I’m awake and tells me to get my clothes on. “I’m taking you home”.

After we go into the car, Steve drove out into the country and stopped. He unzips his pants and tells me to suck his cock. It smelled like pussy and ass and he kept forcing my head down while I gagged. All of a sudden, he stopped and pushed me backwards and lifted my skirt. He spread my legs and rolled me over. I knew he was going to fuck my ass again. I cried as it burned and stung, “Oh, please stop! Oww!” I was crying and screaming but he just kept fucking me. I started to wet myself and stopped, then started again. The hot pee ran down my legs and Steve grabbed my pussy from the front and rubbed my clit. “You’re just a little girl!! You’re a nasty whore!” and finally he came in my ass. I was sobbing by then and he told me to clean up and he drove me home.

Outside my house he handed me the $500 and said, “We can do this again, right? “ And I say, ”Yeah, um okay, call me” and ran into my house with my wetness, feeling raped, humiliated and sore. I undress and curl up in my bed as my stomach begins to hurt. Part of me enjoyed what happened and I need to think about it now.

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My name is James and I’ve been married to the same wonderful woman for the last 30 years. Usually when making love, we share our fantasies or tell each other little secrets about our sex lives before we met. Lately she’s been wanting to know if I’d ever had sex with another guy. I’ve avoided telling her the truth so far, I just don’t know how she’d take it. I did decide to try and put my experience on paper, maybe I’ll let her read it.

Growing up I was considered a late bloomer; sexually. During High School while my friends were dating and petting; I was at home fantasizing and jerking off to pictures of scantily clad woman in bathing suits. I was painfully shy. By the time I moved into my college dorm the only women’s bodies I’d seen were in magazines. And only a few of the magazines showed the woman’s breasts and nothing else.

The first couple of weeks at the dorm were pretty boring; class hadn’t started so there wasn’t much to do. I started exploring the campus and discovered the student center had pool tables. I love to play pool, so I started hanging out there. After a couple of weeks I meet this guy named Ray. He was an excellent pool player and for some reason took me under his wing and started to teach me how to improve my game.

Ray was the a-typical Yankee, obnoxious to a fault, but still likable. He reminded me of a “Hells Angel” type: big frame, muscular, mean looking. We got to be friends, but he was definitely the alpha male. Over the next 4 weeks we played, talked a lot, got to be friends and ended up joining an 8 ball tournament together. The tournament was to last for 8 weeks and we played every Friday night. After the game, we got into the habit of ordering pizza at his place and drinking a few beers. One particular Friday night changed my life forever.

We were both BSing about the game, drinking beers and snacking on pizza. He said one of friends had sent him a porno flick and wanted to know if I’d be interested in seeing it. I said sure and helped him drag out the film projector. He retrieved the film and I feed it through the projector and started it up.

The film opened showing this good looking woman sitting at a desk in an office. The intercom comes on and her boss pages her into his office. As soon as she closes his office door behind her, she starts taking off all her clothes while walking around to the back of his desk. She had an incredible body, slim waist, nice round tits and full pouty lips. She walks over to her boss who had pushed himself out from his desk. He swings his legs out and toward her. She kneels and spreads his legs so she can get close to him. She then unzips his pants and pulls out a monster cock and starts stroking it. Then she starts licking and sucking all over his cock. I’m getting so turned on I’m about to cum in my own pants. I’ve never seen anything like it before. My dick was leaking pre cum and I was so hard it hurt to be trapped in my jeans.

I came out of my fog long enough to vaguely here Ray say something. I turned to asked him what he said and my jaw dropped. He had his pants unzipped and pulled down, he was playing with himself; jacking off. I couldn’t say anything; I just stared as his hand pumped the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Outside of gym class in high school it was the only cock I’d ever seen.

Ray saw me staring and said, “What’s the matter, you never saw a man jack off before.”

“No,” I told him sheepishly.

He looked over at me, and said, “Maybe you could use some relief too,” as he pointed to the tent in my jeans. “So you know what a circle jerk is.”

My mind was swimming at this point. Ray was sitting in his chair talking to me very nonchalantly as he continued Escort Bayan to stroke his cock. All I could get out was, “What’s a circle jerk.”

Ray chuckled and said, “You really don’t know anything, do you. I got some buddies back home; we’d get together about once a month and jack off. We’d sit around, drink beer and stroke our cock to a film like this; that’s a circle jerk. Of course, there is one variation. We had this new guy move into the neighborhood. When he found out what we were doing, he wanted to join too. We let him, on one condition; he would have to jack us all off while we watched the movie and drank beer.”

I was shocked, “One guy jacked off the whole group.”

“Yep, he sure did and he was good. Go ahead and whip it out, do a little jackin it’ll make you feel better.”

I was a little nervous but said, “ok,” and started to disrobe. Just as my underwear was down around my knees I heard Ray laughing and I looked at him.

He pointed at my dick with a chuckle and said, “What’s that little thing.” I turned 5 shades of red. He said, “No wonder you don’t know much about sex, having a little thing like that. Now look at this, this is a man’s dick, this is a real man’s dick,” as he pointed to his own. His cock was huge, he was 7.5 to 8 inches and thick; I could barely make 5.5 inches.

In a demanding voice he said, “Remember the story I told you about circle jerks, well I’ve decided you’re the new guy, the pivot man. Now get over here and I’ll let you see what it feels like to jack off a real man’s cock.” I’ve never been ashamed and so embarrassed in my life, but my cock was hard as a rock. I tugged my pants up and walked over to his chair, he spread his legs and pointed to the floor said, “Sit.”

I sat down between his legs and stared at his huge cock for a long time. He said, “Come on what are you waiting for, grab it.” I was in shock, I couldn’t believe I was in this situation, but I reached out and took hold of his cock. It was slightly warm to the touch and velvety soft yet it was a hard as a rock. I was mesmerized by the way my hand slid up and down as I pumped his large cock.

I heard him say, “faster,” and I increased the speed of my pumping. I remembered the secretary on the film had also been massaging the guy balls, so with my other hand I reached out and cradled his balls and gently rubbed them. “Stop, I’ve got to go take a leak. When I tell you to, finish getting undressed and get us couple of beers, understand.” He stood up, squeezing between me and the chair, dragging his cock across my face. It was wet and left a sticky smear on my check. He said, “Ok, finish up and I’ll be back in a minute.”

I was so humiliated but so turned on that I had already cum once without touching myself and I was getting close to a second one. I just kept thinking about his large cock in my hand over and over. After a minute I decided I better do what he said so I finished getting undressed, cleaned up the mess from my orgasm and went and got two cold beers.

When I got back Ray was sitting in his chair, naked from the waist down and had brought a black bag with him. He said, “Come here.” So I walked over and handed him a beer, I put mine on the table. He reached out and tweaked my penis, “Wow, it’s so small it looks like a little girl’s clit.” God, I was so embarrassed, I wanted to hide. “I can tell your enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

“I, I don’t know,” was all I could get out.

“Well your little clit tells me you are very turned on,” he told me flatly. “Now sit,” and he pointed to the floor between his legs again. I started to object, but he got angry so I sat between his legs again. “Stroke it,” Bayan Escort he instructed, so I began again. After a few minutes a small drop of liquid formed on the tip of his cock. I was studying it intently when I heard in a very sarcastic voice, “You like stroking my cock don’t you, you like a real man’s cock.” Then he bent over and grabbed the back of my head with both his hands as he guided my face towards his cock.

I pulled back a little and said, “Wait, what do you want.”

“I want you to suck my cock with those sweet pussy lips of yours.” I was stunned. I looked at my hound pumping his cock, not really sure if I wanted to do this. Finally I decided it wouldn’t hurt to try. I stopped pumping his cock for just a second, and moved it to my lips. I gave the tip of his swollen cock a quick lick and wiped away the pre cum with my tongue. The pre-cum tasted slightly salty and was a little slimy in my mouth but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Ray cleared his throat as to say, get the show on the road. I moved his cock back to my mouth and gently sucked on the tip. After a few minutes, I had my eyes closed and was gently working the head of his cock with my mouth. Suddenly, I saw a bright flash. I looked up; Ray was taking my picture again with a camera he had pulled out of the black bag. He said, “Just so you don’t go spreading rumors about this, now finish sucking me,” as he pointed to the two developing Polaroid’s.

I went back to work his cock. The taste of his pre cum becoming stronger. With one hand I was jacking him and my mouth and tongue I was making love to his cock . I tried to remember everything the girl had done on the video. After a few minutes I felt his legs close on the back of my head. My head was pinned as he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. Finally he shoved his cock down my throat as far as he could get it; then I felt his cock swell even larger, then suddenly he spewed into my mouth. It shocked me a first but I recovered and swallowed as much as I could. It didn’t taste too bad, a little slimy with a peppery after taste. I continued to suck his cock until it was limp and completely drained. I looked up a Ray and saw he was totally drained.

I got up and picked up my underwear and I heard Ray say, “Not yet, pussy boy come here.” I thought now what, so I walked back over to him and he pointed to my dick and told me I hadn’t finished yet.

“Stand there and play with your clit, pussy boy, I may want to see you cum.” I was so embarrassed, yet here was this man telling me to do just that and what was crazier was I was going to do it. I stood there and jacked off in front of him while he made lewd, condescending remarks about my “little” dick and me being his “cum slut whore.” After a few minutes. all the nasty talk finally had its effect and I could feel my orgasm building.

He was watching me closely, then said “You about to cum, pussy boy.”

“Yes, I’m very close,” I breathed.

“Good, stop what your doing,” he said almost laughing.

I looked up in shock and said, “Stop, now?”

“Yes, stop now. Stop jacking off,” he demanded. I took my hand off my throbbing dick. “Now get dressed and go home. And don’t jerk off, if you do you’ll be in trouble.”

On my way home my mind was spinning with what had just gone on. I had seen my first porno flick, first on screen blow job, jacked and blew my first cock and ate my first cum. What a night, it was just too much to think about right then.

Ray and I got together at school over the next couple of days like we usually do. He didn’t mention anything about Friday night and neither did I. I had thought about several Escort times since, but still hadn’t made up my mind about it. It was so nasty, yet it really turned me on.

Wednesday, Ray invited my over for a few beers after pool practice. I didn’t have to study so I said OK. After class I hoofed it over to Rays, he let me in and told me to get a couple of beers. He said he was working on something in the bedroom. I got the beers out of the fridge and went back into his bedroom.

When I turned the corner, my jaw must have dropped a foot. He was sitting in his easy chair completely naked with a giant hard on. After I recovered, I walked in and set the beers on the night stand and took a seat on his bed. I said, “What’s going on, you don’t have any clothes on.”

He said, “I know, and in a few minutes you are going to turn back into my little cum slut. You are going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it and if you don’t, you know what’s going to happen?”

I shook my head no.

He pulled out the two photo’s he’d taken of me; one was a picture of me with my tongue licking the top of his cock and the other with me stroking his cock and face directly behind it. He said, “You’ll notice that only your face appears in the photos and that could be anybodies cock. So if you don’t do exactly as I tell you, I’ll post these on the bulletin board in the student center. Would you like that?”

I looked at the floor and shook my head no again.

“Good, now before I tell you the rules you will have to obey, you will need to get into your new uniform. Whenever you enter my house you will strip naked at the door. As my personal cock slave you are to wear no clothes. So go take all your clothes off and leave them by the front door, then come back here.” I was stunned and in shock, but I went to the front door and left all my clothes in a pile then returned to the bedroom. He handed me a small leather contraption, which had a leash attached to it. He said, “Put it on,” in a demanding voice. I looked at it but couldn’t figure it out, so he instructed me it fit on my dick and balls. After a few minutes of struggling I finally got it on and handed him the leash.

“Your not doing to bad,” he leared. “This is your uniform while your in my house.” He took the leash and gave it a tug. The tug caused the cage around my cock and balls to tighten and caused me discomfort and learhed forward towards him.

“Good, very good,” he said. “Now here are the rules: First, you will always be in uniform in my house. Second, you are not to cum unless I tell you can. I will know if you have. Finally, you will always do as I tell you. If I bring home friends and tell you to service them, then you do whatever it takes to please them. Those are all the rules; they are simple but must be followed to the letter. Do you understand them and understand what will happen if you don’t follow them.”

I shook my head yes.

“Great, now get over hear and suck my cock.” I hesitated for just a second and he gave the leash a hard tug. It hurt so I moved in between his legs and dropped to my knees. I grabbed his large cock with my hand and started to stroke it. I moved my mouth over his cock head and engulfed the head with my mouth. Then I heard, “Hey, Pussy boy, no hands.”

I quickly took my hands off his shaft and continue to make love to his cock with my mouth. After 10 minutes his breathing turned ragged and I felt his cock swell and he shot his load into my waiting mouth. Ray said, “Not bad, pussy boy, but you do need some practice. For the next week I want you here every day after class learning to suck my cock.”

Needless to say I was hooked. When I wasn’t in class or asleep I was over at Ray’s with his cock in my mouth. Ray stayed at school another 9 months but eventually had to return home. We kept in touch for a few years then finally lost touch all together. I still think of him on occasion and all the fun we had together.

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My Sacrifice to Womankind

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This account contains references to scat/shit eating and if this subject offends you please do not read it.

Chapter 1

I had previously written a story for this web site under the name of “Hylyfe”; the story was entitled “Yellow and Brown” and detailed my desire to be a human toilet. It described the path I took to achieve the fulfilment of my perverted desires and it described in detail the thrill of being a toilet for a discerning mistress.

Having enjoyed that experience so much I elected to repeat it and once again and wonderful time was had. I had dressed and was ready to leave but mistress A seemed to want to talk. To put her at ease I thanked her for the session and told her that she was fantastic at handling what must be a very difficult task. She sat down and invited me to sit across from her and the following conversation ensued.

“You really like doing this don’t you?”

“Well, I don’t like to it but I like to be made to do it. I like to make the ultimate sacrifice to a woman. I like to sink to the lowest depths possible to show how subservient I am to women. Being a toilet is the most degrading thing I can do and this gives me extreme pleasure.”

“Ok,” she replied “But what if you wife were to find out?”

“Can’t happen I’m afraid. My wife passed away a year ago and now I’m all on my lonesome. No wife, no family and very few friends.”

Mistress A continued, “Stop me if you don’t like what you hear, but how would you feel about being a full time toilet for someone?

I’ve got friends who need someone to fill this role. Very, very dominant women who want to abuse and humiliate men.

Women who show no mercy; women who treat men as dirt; women who don’t give a toss about your welfare.”

I considered for a while; it seemed too good to be true; there had to be a catch. How come this could be offered for free when I was paying good money to do it with mistress A. I formulated the obvious question. “For free? How can it be free?”

“Free! Oh no. No, no, it’s not free. Here’s the deal: You pay me £1,000 for the introduction and then you negotiate a price with the lady in question. I think you’re looking at another £10,000. This is serious stuff.” She held me with a steely glare. “This is no game; you enter into service; you have no other purpose in life and you serve till the end.”

Realisation slowly began to dawn. I hardly dared ask the question. “Till the end? Do you mean for the rest of my life? Is that possible?”

She relaxed back into the chair; it seemed she was in total control. “Listen. Some men are destined to serve; the fact that you are still sitting there proves you fall into this category. Any normal person would’ve walked out of here before now; the fact that you’re still here proves you’re interested. Face up to it, you’re hooked; hook, line and sinker.”

I contemplated her words and knew that she was right. I knew beyond a doubt that this was utter stupidity; I knew that I had to be mad to be even contemplating this outrageous action.

With a rapidly beating heart and a shaky voice I asked; “What do I have to do?”

“Be here tomorrow with the 1k. That’s it; now go.”

Chapter 2

Tomorrow came and I found myself at her door. I rang the bell and was ushered in by Mistress A. No small talk, no conversation, just “Where’s the money?”

I handed over a sheaf of notes. Mistress A disappeared into the back room and I was left on my own; but not for long; within two minutes I was joined by a third party. She had to be nearing forty years old, she had a perfect figure and was dressed like a member of the English aristocracy. Every inch of her screamed dominatrix; the sight of her made me want to drop to my knees and beg to serve.

She sat at the table and invited me to sit opposite her. “Name,” she demanded.

“Paul,” I answered with a shake and tremble in my voice, then thinking that I should show some respect I quickly added, “Paul Ma’am.”

“To be honest Paul you don’t look good enough to be my toilet. Tell me why you should be allowed the privilege.”

“Ma’am I’ve led a normal decent life; I had a wife and a family but now I’ve lost them. I’m on my own. I held a decent job in a responsible position and people respected me. I took early retirement when I reached 60 back in January and financially I’m solvent.

All my life I have had dark thoughts about being used. In the last year I have visited Mistress A twice and been used by her. I know now that I was put on this earth to serve womankind. Mistress A will confirm that I can do the job. No wimping out; no complaining; no second thoughts. I was put on this earth to be abused and used by goddesses like you Ma’am.”

“Ok Paul; just a little test for you.” She turns towards the door and calls “Abigail!”

The door opens and Mistress A enters holding a plate; as she puts it on the table in front of me I see that resting on the plate is a big fat turd. It’s still steaming and beside it is a spoon. The smell rises and assails my nostrils. I make no move but look towards my prospective Escort Bayan tormentor and wait for her instructions.

“Go ahead Paul; show me you can do it. Show me you were made to eat shit.”

I take up the spoon and cut into the corner of the offering. I make sure there is a sizeable piece on my spoon slowly I raise it to my lips and whilst looking my tormentor in the eye I insert the still warm shit into my mouth. Slowly I chew, allowing the evil taste to permeate my entire mouth. I savour the texture; I use my tongue to move it round my mouth, to push it between my teeth and to explore the traces of undigested food. Now I swallow the awful stuff. A wave of nausea passes over me but I manage to control the urge to wretch. I must impress.

I abandon the spoon and lift the plate to my lips; I open my mouth and tilt the plate; the rest of the offering, a good six inches, slides down the plate and passes over my bottom lip and into my waiting mouth, I close my lips on it. I close my eyes and with a concentrated effort I swallow the whole thing. I return the plate to the table and cast my eyes down waiting for some comment.

“Hmm; you pass! Now pop this plastic bag over your head; I don’t want to ever see your face again unless it’s at the bottom of my toilet. These are my terms; they are non negotiable and you take them or leave them.

One. You sign a disclaimer. It states exactly what you will be doing and declares that you do it of your own accord.

Two: you pay me £10,000 within one week from now.

Three: you sort all your affairs out within the next four weeks.

Four; you report to me 28 days from now; you bring a small holdall with whatever you need.

Five: You agree that I can do as I wish with you and you agree that I can dispose of you as I wish in the event that you die.

You have five minutes now to think it through.”

I tried to think but it was difficult. Shit still lined my mouth and throat; my cock was rock hard and I knew that in this state rational thinking was not an option. The five minutes flew by and my mind was in turmoil. Before I was ready the question came.

“Well, what’s your answer?”

As if from afar I heard myself answer, “Yes I accept your conditions Ma’am.”

It was madness; I was signing my life away; How long would I last; how long could I last? Weeks, months, years? I had no way of knowing. I signed a disclaimer, I signed a contract, I committed myself to undoubted physical and mental torture. I was given contact details and then dismissed. I was on the road to a purgatory at all of my own choice.

Chapter 3

Twenty eight days had passed and I had complied with all the details of my instructions. The 10 k had been handed over, my affairs were all in order and I had no ties to bind me to my former life. I was ready to embark on my new calling; I was ready to be a human toilet.

I had packed a couple of t-shirts, some casual slacks, slippers and various other items of clothing. Thinking that life might be boring and being the wanker I am I also packed a ball crusher, a set of sounds, a tens device and a big lifelike dildo. These were my favourite wanking toys.

The time was now; this was the hour; my fate would be sealed in a few seconds. I knocked on the door of the big mansion house. As footsteps approached the door I slipped the plastic bag over my head, mindful of what I had been told. The door opened, no words were spoken; I was ushered in.

I could see nothing through the bag but I was led through the house; after a couple of twisting corridors a pair of hands were placed on my shoulders and I was guided into a room. My bag was pushed through behind me and I heard the clang of a heavy metal door being closed. I then heard the unmistakeable sound of a padlock being snapped shut.

After five minutes a voice sounded through some speakers.

“Do as you want, look around; get used to your new surroundings. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

Slowly I removed the bag from my head and took in my surroundings. I was in a single room with the one metal door; the door with the padlock that had sealed my fate. Clearly I had no access to the padlock and with a sinking feeling I realised that I no longer had control of my eventual fate. Choice was no longer my companion!

I took stock of my surroundings. A mattress on the floor with a duvet, an arm chair, a small table with an accompanying chair, TV, DVD player, rows of books and dvd’s. CD’s by the score and a stack of old magazines. There was a kitchenette area with all the necessary items to make hot drinks and simple food preparation equipment.

One thing puzzled me; there was a trap door in the floor on one side of the room and I could hear running water below it.

One thing excited me; an alcove in one of the walls. It was 12 inches square and 18 inches deep. At right angles to it was a bench and it was immediately obvious that if I lay on the bench I could place my head in the alcove. With my cock straining to burst out of my trousers I lay on the bench Bayan Escort and slid along it so my head was in the alcove; joy of joy there was the underside of a toilet seat in the ceiling. I fondled my cock and imagined the thrills to come.

Suddenly a voice rang out. “Listen to me carefully boy. If I need to use the toilet a bell will ring; you have one minute to get into place. You will eat or drink everything that is put into your mouth. I have a surveillance cam and can see what you are doing. As long as you are a good boy you can submit a list to me every day though the serving hatch and I will get you anything you need within reason. If you choose not to be a good boy you don’t get to submit a list; so the choice is yours. Needless to say I have friends and visitors and you will service them all. Don’t forget that a toilet has multiple uses.

There is only one way out of here and it’s under the trap door. If you open it you will see a well; it’s 25 mtrs deep and there are rungs to allow you to climb down. You can go whenever you wish. Twelve men have left here, some dead, some close to death, some very much alive. None of them have ever been heard of again. No bodies have ever turned up. It may be an escape route but who knows. I am led to believe that it is an underground river that leads to a sink hole. I don’t know; I don’t care.”

Chapter 4

I started to unpack my pathetic belongings but straight away a bell sounded. I scooted over to the bench and got into position. I stared up at the toilet seat and waited in anticipation. I rubbed my cock but took care not to climax at this stage. There was movement above; the seat cover was lifted and looking down at me was the goddess I been contracted to.

She spoke. “You will call me Ma’am, I’ll call you bastard; any other women you will also call ma’am and in the unlikely event of a man using you, you will call him sir. Now open you mouth bastard!”

As ordered I opened my mouth; my goddess turned and sat on the toilet seat. The light was blocked and it was difficult to see but to my delight she flicked a switch and my cubby hole was illuminated. There was her arsehole in all it’s full glory but closer to my face still was her pee hole and after a few seconds a warm gush of piss hit my face and mouth. It was messy and seemed to go all over the place; most of it though went into my mouth and I was treated to the divine taste of lady pee. I swallowed, I drank, I enjoyed but oh no! I spunked into my pants. What a Stupid boy I was. Now I prayed that this time she only wanted a pee but she made no effort to move. Robbed of my erect penus and now having spunked my head became clearer. Oh my god I thought, she’s going to shit into my mouth; am I ready, can I do this?

I stared up at the anus above me; I was enthralled and mesmerised. It started to move; it pushed outwards and then retracted again. It pushed outwards again and then without warning a viscous fart broke loose; the foul air washed across my face and the stink of it caused an involuntary intake of breath on my part. The smell was vile and a wave of nausea passed over me but at the same time I could feel my cock harden again. I wanted her shit; every fibre of my being demanded that I be allowed to eat her shit but it wasn’t to be this time; she stood up dropped the toilet seat and departed without even a glance back at me. I lay there for a while and savoured the taste of her pee as it lingered in my mouth and throat.

After a while I returned to my unpacking and when that was finished I poked around in the one room apartment to see what was what. The DVD’s were all porn, mostly BDSM and other perversions, quite a few ts/tv themed films and a couple of straight hetro porn. I selected “Tv’s in torment” and popped it in the player. I spent an hour gently wanking as I watched cock sucking tv’s being tormented and screwed. I always had a secret desire to make out with a tv and fantasised about what it would be like to suck cock.

Chapter 5

Two hours later and the bell tolled for me again. I quickly took up my position and waited expectantly. The seat was raised and a new face stared down at me. The face got closer till it was just inches from mine.

“Hello fucker. You must be the new toilet.” The smell of alcohol was intense and I realised straight away that the young lady was drunk. She continued. “I’m madams little dyke. She uses me sometimes but mostly I just sit around and get drunk. I’m drunk now; that’s why I’m here. I might have drunk too much cos I’m feeling a bit sick.”

This is not something I had bargained for but in for a penny in for a pound. I kept my mouth wide open and waited to see what might transpire. Suddenly she convulsed and a fountain of puke shot forth, a lot went over my face but a lot more went straight into my mouth. This was really vile stuff; I swallowed and then started gagging. She instantly put the palm of her hand over my mouth and said, “Not allowed to be sick fucker. Keep it down.” I controlled my self and did indeed keep it down. “Fucker,” she said, “You can call me Escort Lucy. Now I’ve got some stinking shit for you. She turned and sat on the toilet. She instantly pissed but it went all over the place; I drank what I could then got ready for the main course. In no time at all her arse opened and without ceremony she dumped on me. It was loose and came out in several spurts, I saw nothing because with the first spurt some of it went into my eyes. I just gulped down what I could and the rest ran over my face. She used toilet paper to wipe her arse and politely popped this into my mouth. I chewed and ate it with relish. She stood; she slammed the toilet seat down and left.

I got up and looked back into my little alcove; there was a good mixture of piss, shit and puke. I leant forward and slowly licked it all up; at the same time I wanked; with the last lick I allowed myself to climax. Oh boy what a mess! More licking and cleaning to do!

Immediately the bell rang again and I got into position; this time it was my godess; I lay still in anticipation. She had the usual pee and then she got ready to shit. I watched as her anus expanded and contracted and then I saw the start of something brown begin to emerge. It made two appearances before it had enough momentum to come out into the world. It was big, fat and solid. My godess squeezed it off at about four inches and assisted by gravity it fell straight into my open mouth.

I chewed it for a minute and enjoyed the vile taste. I swallowed and swallowed again and now I was ready for more. Ma’am was very obliging and took it very steady allowing me to savour each exquisite offering. I wanted to be a good toilet, I wanted to be the best. Not a drop of shit was missed, I ate the lot and just so she didn’t have to see or smell her shit I licked my lips clean so not a trace was left. She left with no word.

To date this was the only time I had to eat puke as well as shit and piss but there were a few special events that are worthy of note.

Chapter 6

Two weeks into my duties and my goddess made her early morning visit; I straight away noticed the thin ribbon hanging from her vagina. It caused a surge of excitement within me but first the morning pee had to be dealt with; as with most early morning pees it was acrid and strong and particularly delighted me. Having finished the pee my goddess reached down and gently removed the tampon; as she lowered it towards me I used my tongue to guide it into my mouth. She stood up and watched for a while as I sucked and chewed and then left me to my devices. I ducked back into my room and continued to chew and suck; there was a strong metallic taste for a while but soon the flavour diminished. I found that if I used the scissors to cut it into small pieces I could happily eat it.

Another time Madam’s little dyke came in; she was obviously suffering from a severe cold as her nose seemed to be blocked; she used a paper handkerchief to have a good blow and ended with a mucus filled tissue. She showed me the result and it was a green and yellow nightmare; she wiped the tissue over my face making sure that lots of the vile mixture went over my lips and up my nose; she said she wanted to share her cold then she watched as I chewed and swallowed the soggy mess. Her cold lasted for a week and I was subjected to this treatment every few hours. I did get the cold eventually and this seemed to please her.

I’m not sure what was happening in the house but a couple of times a week Madam’s little dyke would come in with a bag of used condoms, usually about nine or ten. As a toilet of course it was my job to accept used condoms but to aid digestion they were first turned inside out and the contents tipped into my mouth and then the Madam’s dyke cut them into small pieces with the scissors before dropping them into my waiting open mouth. I liked eating the spunk and fantasised that I had actually sucked the cocks that produced the cum.

Once I took a day off and did not answer the call of the bell. Because I was frightened of the consequences of a dirty toilet I cleared the mess away after each time they visited. The next day no food, medicine or drinks were passed to me. I figured I had better get back to my toilet duties in order to maintain the supply of antibiotics and food.

During this day off I took a serious look beneath the trap door. I climbed in and used the rungs that were inset in the wall to aid my descent to the bottom of the pit. The sound or rushing water came ever closer and when I reached the last rung I could clearly see the rushing water below me. It seemed to be clear and fresh and I imagined that it must join a river or stream somewhere. Was it a death trap or was it freedom? I climbed back to my room and my toilet duties.

Chapter 7

Now I’m back in real time and it’s been 42 days since my arrival here. I seem to be getting progressively weaker as the days pass and I frequently suffer from all sorts of illness. There is no relief and no sympathy and I am contemplating a bid for freedom. My goddess has encouraged me to write this account and has promised to submit it for publication after my demise. Needless to say there can be no more submissions from Hylyfe after this one. I wonder why she is so keen for my story to be told. I think it’s an attempt to recruit new service providers.

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My Neighbor’s Delight

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It was a warm spring day. I had taken the day off from work to do a little much needed yard work. I was dressed in my usual goofing around attire which consisted of a t-shirt and some old cut-off jeans that, to tell the truth, should have been thrown away long before now. They had several holes in the upper leg area and, at times, I could feel the air on my cock as I worked. I didn’t worry too much about it though as my neighbors on both sides had left for work and on the other side of the road we bordered on a nice strip of woods.

As I was cleaning around the flowerbeds, I could have sworn that I heard someone crying softly from my neighbors’ yard. I stopped working, listened and, sure enough, I heard it again. I stood and walked over to the privacy fence and looked between the slats into their backyard. It was my neighbor’s wife, Donna, sitting in a yard chair with her face in her hands crying. I wondered if perhaps I should call out to her and ask what was wrong but hesitated because, even though we spoke as neighbors do, we had never been very social to each other. Her husband traveled quite a lot for business and was just home for the weekends.

She was an attractive woman, probably in her early forties with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her figure was still quite good with what appeared to be nice breasts and a narrow waist along with a very shapely butt. Today she was wearing a loose fitting housecoat and she still had her house shoes on.

As I was debating with myself, she stopped crying and removed her hands from her face and sat back in the chair. As she did, the housecoat opened at the top and I could see the soft swelling of her breasts on either side. She leaned her head back and appeared to be staring at the sky for a few moments. One of her hands slowly came up and absently started to touch her left breast, rubbing in small circles towards her nipple. As she was doing this she crossed her legs at her ankles and started to rock her hips slowly back and forth in her chair. I just stood there quietly staring. I did look around to make sure that there was no one else around that might wonder what I found so interesting at the fence, but I saw no one.

When I looked once again, she had almost completely exposed her breast and was tugging on her nipple. It was hard and swollen just as my cock was Escort Bayan starting to be too. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she seemed to shudder and then the damndest thing I had ever seen happened. Liquid came from the bottom of her chair making a sizable puddle beneath her. She uncrossed her legs and opened them allowing me to see right up into her very hairy crotch. She was pissing! Right in her chair, she was pissing herself. She sat there a few more minutes then got up and looked down, saw her puddle of piss and smiled to herself. She then closed her robe and walked back into her house.

I didn’t know what the hell to think about what I had just seen but knew I had to move from the fence before she went upstairs and looked out her window. I walked to my back porch and sat down and lit a cigarette. I noticed that my hand was shaking a little and I kind of laughed at myself. “Getting hot and bothered by what you saw, are you?” I said to myself. I glanced back towards her house and saw movement from one of the upstairs windows. I took my last drag off my smoke, tossed it into the flowerbed and got up and walked in my back door. I headed up the stairs and went into my bedroom and looked out the window but found that I couldn’t see directly into her room from there.

I grabbed a pair of binoculars from my closet and went to the spare bedroom and tried there. Bingo! I could see into her room at a diagonal, right towards her bed. She was standing there looking into a mirror with the still wet robe on. She opened a drawer and removed something from it and walked towards her bed. She unfolded it and I saw that it was a cover of some kind. She placed it on top of the bed covers and then took off her robe and dropped it on the floor. I quickly looked through the binoculars and took in all her beauty like I was right next to her. Those tits were wonderful with very little sag and, like I said, a very hairy bush. She once again opened a drawer and removed what looked like a flesh covered tube of some kind and when she tossed it onto the bed I could see that it was a large vibrator.

Placing herself in the middle of the bed she began to rub her tits once again. As her nipples began to become two hard points she raised her legs at the knees allowing me to see her cunt. I could tell that her bush hair Bayan Escort was still wet with piss but the lips had a sheen to them as well. One of her hands came down to her snatch and she parted her cunt lips with two fingers and then slowly began to rub herself up and down her slit. She turned her head and seemed to look in the mirror again as she continued to stroke herself.

By this time my cock was as hard as a rock and I needed to give it some room so I undid my shorts and let them drop to my feet. I reached down, grabbed my cock and began to jack myself at the tempo she was using next door. She reached over, picked up her toy and turned it on. With one hand still rubbing and pulling on her nipples she used the other to place her toy on her well developed clit. I saw her stomach suck in as the pleasure began to wash over her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to slide the toy down her cunt till it was poised at her entrance then slid it further down till it stopped at her asshole and then back up again. She did this several times then quickly pushed it into her cunt, made some kind of adjustment to the speed, and let go of it. Her hands returned to her tits and she began to pull and squeeze her tits and nipples very hard. I was stroking myself faster now and a line of sweat had formed on my forehead. I looked down at my cock and saw that pre-cum was leaking out already. Looking back at her I saw that her hips were rocking back and forth as before. I looked at her toy and was amazed to see that it was moving in and out of her with just her cunt muscles gripping and releasing it.

She was still looking in the mirror when I noticed that I could see her eyes and she seemed to be looking right in my direction. I was starting to feel the tightening of my balls leading to a good cum when it dawned on me. If I could see her… she could see me in her mirror! It didn’t matter to me at that time because I was so close to blowing my wad and I just wanted to cum.

I looked at her again and saw her hips bucking up and down and she had both her nipples pulled out as far as she could pull them when, all of a sudden, her toy slid out of her pussy and a strong stream of her cum started flowing out and running down the crack of her ass. She let go of her tits and reached down to her pussy and pulled her labia Escort the same way she did her nipples. Her ass lifted off the bed and she started pissing again. This time it shot all the way to the end of her bed then slowly subsided and just dribbled out of her piss-hole and down her pussy.

I couldn’t stand it one more second and I felt my cock stiffen and my cum boiled out of it in thick white ropes. Each stroke pushed more and more of my cum out. My knees felt weak and I grabbed the window ledge for support. I looked back at her and she had turned around and lay in her piss, starting to rub it all over herself. I could see her cunt in the mirror now and more woman cum was running out of her hole. She rubbed this on herself as well. My cock was still hard which surprised me, and I just stood there watching her.

After finally catching my breath, I returned to my yard chores and resumed weeding the flowerbeds. I was on my hands and knees and intent on getting this done when I noticed a shadow moving towards me. I stopped and turned my head to look over my shoulder and saw that it was my neighbor standing just a few feet away from me.

“Hi,” I said nervously.

“Hi yourself,” she said, moving even closer to me. I turned to the right to rise but she stopped me with a wave of her hand. “No, stay there, please,” she asked.

I looked straight at her midsection and saw that she had another robe on. She was close enough for me to smell her recent arousal and a faint urine odor, not at all unpleasant. I also noticed that the robe was opening as she leaned over a little to speak to me and she was nude beneath it.

I was staring right at her crotch when she said, “I was watching you, as you watched me get myself off. I could see you through my mirror,” she told me, “when you pulled your cock out and started jacking it. I almost came right away but I wanted to wait and see you shoot your cum.” She was breathing faster. “My pussy was, and still is, on fire. Would you care to join me inside and we can watch each other masturbate from a much closer distance?”

Normally, I’m never at a loss of something to say, but at that time I was speechless! I just nodded my head and stood up. She held out her hand towards me and I took it. She turned and started to head back to her home when I asked her, “What were you crying about earlier, in your backyard?”

She just smiled and said, “I wasn’t really crying, I just wanted to be sure to get your attention so you would watch me play with myself. I just get so fucking hot when someone watches me.”

THE END

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