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This is the continuation of Christine’s day in her special room. Now that she’s been prepared, you may recall that the doorbell rang. In this chapter Christine gets thoroughly examined and probed. And despite her humiliating situations, she submits completely and ends up with two cocks and a tremendous orgasm.

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I answered the door. It was my friend Bob from next door. We’ve become quite close since Christine I moved into our house. Over the past few months I had started telling Bob about some of the kinky things that Christine I do. At first he didn’t believe what I told him, but eventually as I kept telling him more and more he figured some of it must be true. He just stopped by to return a movie that we loaned him the other day.

I guess he sensed that he was interrupting something. Perhaps I seemed a little bit anxious when I let him in. “Is everything alright,” he asked.

“Uhh…, yeah… everything’s okay,” I answered.

He looked at me strangely and then smiled. “You and…. Christine… you’re…”

I smiled back shaking my head in agreement.

“You lucky son-of-a-bitch you.” “I wish my wife did the things you guys do.” “I get horny just thinking about the stuff you told me.” He paused for a moment. “So…, what are you doing to her today?”

I hesitated at first, sorting of just staring at him contemplating. Then I said, “well… want to see?”

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he burst out in surprise.

Bob followed me downstairs. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Christine strapped to our GYN table totally naked. He looked around the room. “Fuck, look at this place,” he exclaimed in near disbelief seeing all the sex toys.

When Christine heard his voice she looked at me and I could see the embarrassment on her face. Here she was stretched out and restrained to a table naked in front of our neighbor. “Don’t say anything Christine.” “I want to show off my beautiful slut to my friend, so you just lay there.” Christine did as she was told. She didn’t say a word.

Bob walked over and stared at her gorgeous naked body on the table. The stirrups had her legs spread apart, so he could see her juicy pussy. “My God she’s pretty,” he commented. “You fuckin’ lucky guy.”

I could see he was admiring Christine’s cunt. “Nice, isn’t it,” I commented as I stroked my fingers down her thighs. “She gets so wet too.” I unfastened Christine’s hands from the cuffs. “Show Bob your cunt,” I ordered. “I think he likes it.” She slowly moved her hands down to her pussy. I knew she felt awkward exposing herself like this. But she obeyed and using both hands spread her cunt open until Bob could see the pink flesh inside.

At first Bob seemed a bit uncomfortable looking at her like this. “Isn’t she going to be mad at you bringing me down here,” he asked.

“No,” I replied. “Ask her.”

Bob looked at Christine lying there holding her cunt open for him. “Uhh….. Maybe I should go,” Bob nervously suggested.

Christine looked at me to offer help in answering what to do. She felt so embarrassed being naked in front of him. Yet, she knew I brought him downstairs and obviously wanted him to see her. And she could never do anything to displease me. As uncomfortable as it made her she answered with a soft innocent voice, “No that’s okay.” “I’m a slut.” “You can look at my cunt, see.” And she spread it open real wide.

Bob looked at me in amazement. “My God.” He just stared in silence looking at Christine’s pink hole.

“Do you fuck her a lot,” he asked?

“Yes of course I do,” I answered. “Actually, I do her ass a lot.”

“Fuck, you’re kiddin’ me.” “She likes it in the ass?”

“She loves it in the ass.” “Isn’t that right slut?” I asked Christine patting the exposed anadolu yakası escort part of her rear end. She didn’t answer, but just lay there listening to us talk about how I use her. “Yeah, she’s a real ass whore.” “Let me show you.”

I removed Christine’s legs from the stirrups and attached them to the same chain that was holding her wrists earlier. In that position her legs were pulled way up giving us complete access to her ass. Her wrists I bound together above her head. Then I patted her butt again as I asked. “You don’t mind putting on a little sex show for Bob and show him what a dirty whore you are?”

I explained to Bob, “before you dropped by I had just given her an enema.” “Let me show you her tight little asshole.” I grabbed my special anal speculum from the cabinet. It’s a stainless steel medical speculum that’s just over five inches long and when inserted opens up to a full three inches. I squirted a big glob of KY on her pucker and pushed it in with my finger. Bob was staring, completely mesmerized seeing me violating Christine’s anal hole. Then I slowly inserted the speculum. When it was fully implanted inside Christine’s ass, I began opening it. As her anal hole got wider and wider, Bob was whispering to himself, “fuck..” “fuck”… “look at that hole.” I had her fully opened to three inches. I have to say even for myself, I love seeing Christine’s ass gaping that way.

I glanced over at Bob. “Pretty nice shit hole, huh?” I turned the light above our heads so Bob could see inside. “I can’t believe you do this to her.” And she likes it,” Bob questioned?

“Hey slut, ” I called to Christine. “Bob wants to know if you like what I do to you?”

At first Christine glanced to me looking for permission to admit that she loves being treated like a whore. “Go ahead, tell him,” I softly answered her unspoken question. Christine looked at Bob saying, “yes I love it.” “I’m a slut; just a dirty whore and I love being used.”

I wondered what was going through her mind as she admitted to Bob that she loved being a submissive whore for me. It made me think about the next time she saw him outside or when we visited him and his wife, the feeling she would experience. I’m sure from now on every time Bob saw Christine, he would picture her naked with a gaping ass being a dirty little slut. And Christine I’m sure would just think, ‘yes I know, I’m a dirty whore.’

“See,” I said turning to Bob? “She will do anything to please me.” Then I stuck two fingers inside her wide open asshole feeling around inside her rectum. When I removed them I put them immediately to Christine’s lips. “Suck them whore,” I ordered. Christine opened her mouth taking my dirty fingers and cleaned them with her lips and tongue. Bob went wild when he heard her moaning expressions of enjoyment. “Mmmmmm.” “Mmmmmm.” And then she licked her lips.

“Fuck…, you have to be the luckiest bastard alive,’ Bob gasped out. “You got your own personal whore.”

Then I asked Bob, “do want to touch her clit?” “You don’t mind if Bob feels your clit, do you slut,” I asked? And I wondered what she thought of me letting another man play with her cunt. Of course I wasn’t expecting her to answer. I was expecting her to just lay there and allow me to show her off to my friend.

Bob hesitatingly reached out with his hand touching her hardened clit with one finger. “Fuck, she’s aroused isn’t she?” “I wish my wife would be a hot little slut like this.” He began slowly rubbing it. Then he took Christine’s clit between two fingers lightly squeezing it. “She’s so wet.”

“Go ahead,” I urged. “Stick them in her cunt.”

Bob didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers slowly pushed inside Christine’s wet pussy. He began fingering ankara anal escort her, shoving his fingers in and out of her wet juicy fuckhole. Christine started moaning. I moved up to watch her facial expressions now that I was allowing another man to touch her. I leaned to kiss her and whisper, “is my whore enjoying this?” She groaned out, “oh yes, as long as it pleases you.”

“Want to see her cum,” I asked Bob? “I just picked something up today and want to try it out on her.” Bob pulled his fingers out waiting to see what kinky idea I had in mind next. Christine was straining trying to see what I had.

I had bought a rectal colon tube. It was a smooth flexible tube with a rounded end and eyeholes on the sides. It measured thirty inches long. I thought it would make Christine crazy inserting this deep into her rectal channel. I also figured that on occasions I could give her a good deep enema cleaning her out completely. But I figured tonight that I’d just see how far I could get it in to stimulate her.

Bob watched as I inserted the tube through the spread-opened speculum and into her gaping ass. I kept pushing it in until I felt the resistance from it hitting bottom inside her rectum. Then slowly I began moving it around attempting to locate the entrance of her rectal channel that led deeper into her ass. I knew that once I found it, I could push the tube further and snake it through her long twisting rectal passage. I’m sure the feeling of the tube traveling up inside her body slowly going deeper and deeper would make her absolutely crazy.

I kept moving it around and finally, “yes,” there it was. The tube inched in deeper. Christine moaned out. “Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!” I told Bob, “play with her clit while I get this in.”

Bob did as I suggested and started fingering her clit, rubbing it, and teasing it. I wiggled the tube while pushing, forcing it further into her. “Ohhhh!, “Oh Fuckk!!!,” she cried out again. She didn’t stop. She kept moaning over and over as I inserted the tube deeper and deeper. I had over twelve inches inside her ass and still she was taking more. It was slowly going in an inch at a time, as she moaned and squirmed on the table. “Ohhhhhh…, Ohhhhhhh…., Fuckkkkkk…”

Now I had over half in. Bob was furiously frigging her hard clit. I knew she was close to cumming as she twisted and turned on the table. “Does it feel good, slut,” I asked? “Do you like getting your rectum probed like this?” I kept pushing, working it through her dirty anal passage. Bob continued rubbing her clit. I had only about eight inches left sticking out of her gaping ass. Even I was amazed that I had over two feet of tubing snaked up deep into her rectal channel.

Then I slapped her butt hard. “Whore!!!” “C’mon and cum, you Whore!!!” “Look at you.” “Your ass is wide open, your rectum stuffed deep, and our neighbor is playing with your clit. “So c’mon and cum.” I slapped her ass again.

I knew she was on the verge of cumming real hard. I could sense the excitement building within her. This was a new experience for Christine. She never had anything so deep inside her body. And I was doing it to her in front of Bob. “Okay slut,” I yelled out. “This will make you cum.” And I quickly attached the remaining end of the rectal tube to an enema bag hanging overhead and released the clip. The bag had roughly two quarts of warm water, which immediately began flowing deep into Christine’s rectum. As soon as the liquid first entered her body and flowed into her tiny rectal passage, it set her off like I’ve never seen before.

She started cumming and wailing out, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!” “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” As soon as she began ankara anal yapan escort screaming I started pulling the tube out, making it slowly drag through her sensitive rectal channel leaving a flow of warm water spurting out and filling her passage completely. I kept calling her “slut,” “cunt,” “filthy anal whore.” “You love getting your ass used, don’t you?”

She responded with screaming and moaning as her orgasm continued. “Uhhhhhh,…. fuckkkkk,….. ohhhhhh,…… fuckkkkkkkk…….” She bounced and twisted on the table writhing out of control while Bob pressed his fingers hard on her clit. He could feel it throb as he watched me extract the remainder of the tube buried up her gaping hole.

Finally the tube dropped out. Bob released her clit. Christine was gasping for breath as her orgasm went on and on for minutes before subsiding. I had to grab a plastic pan and hold it by her ass as the water began spilling out of her stretched asshole. She had no control over herself. Her body trembled on the table as her orgasm set off waves of pleasure, while at the same time ejecting the deep enema from her bowels. When it looked like it was over, I removed the speculum from her ass and positioned her legs back in the stirrups.

I glanced at Bob. “She’s pretty hot stuff, huh?”

He replied. “Fuck…, I’m as horny as can be and my wife better be in the mood tonight.”

From looking at Bob I realized how incredibly turned on he was. So I asked him, “do you want her to suck you off?”

“Oh shit, you’d make her do that,” he asked?

“If I tell her too, she’ll do it.” Bob stood there rubbing his cock through his pants.

“Go on, I’ll fuck her cunt while she sucks you.”

Bob moved up to her face and unbuckled his pants. “Okay slut,” I began instructing Christine. “You give Bob a good blowjob.” “Do you hear?”

With that Christine turned her head toward Bob. When he dropped his underwear a hard eight-inch cock popped out. “Fuck, I don’t believe this,” he moaned out. He moved closer and his cock pushed through Christine’s lips. She began sucking as he pumped in and out of her mouth. I moved between Christine’s legs and dropped my pants to the floor. Then I shoved my hard cock into her cunt. Now with her arms restrained above her and legs spread open and bound by the stirrups, she had two cocks fucking her; one in her mouth and one in her cunt. We were treating her like nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat using her body to satisfy our hard cocks.

Bob was stuffing himself into her mouth faster and faster and sometimes pushing into her throat. When he saw Christine could handle him with no problem he kept doing it. “My God she’s good,” he yelled out. “What a great cocksucker.”

I think I was more excited just from watching Bob fuck Christine’s mouth. It made me start cumming. My cock throbbed inside her cunt spurting several thick streams of cum into her hot little hole. Bob couldn’t hold out much longer either. After a couple more times down Christine’s throat, he pulled back and cried out, “fuck,, I’m cumming.” He held his cock right at Christine’s mouth. And she held it open waiting for his cum like the good little cumwhore I knew she was. He began shooting sperm as he slowly stroked his hard cock. His thick cream flooded Christine’s mouth. She swallowed… and then licked at his cock using her tongue on him. She kept gulping and eating until he was done. Bob watched in amazement as she acted like a greedy cum slut for him. “She swallows it.” “She’s eats it.” “Fuck!!!”

Bob backed away from Christine and she turned her head still licking her lips. I pulled from her cunt and looked at Bob saying, “she’s a great little girl, isn’t she?”

“I’ll say,” he replied. “Maybe I should figure a way to get my wife here to be trained like this.” Then he pulled his trousers back on. “Well, I guess I better get going.” “I’ll never forget this, thanks.”

I walked upstairs with Bob leaving Christine on the table. It was early yet and she knew I would have more in store for her later.

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I still remember the first time I laid eyes on Chloe. Red-headed and still girlish in her figure – perfect small boobs and slender hips, clad in a simple dress and clutching her bag in front of her as she stood in the kitchen at the party. Introduced through a mutual friend, we soon got talking and before I knew it we’d exchanged numbers. It didn’t matter that she was so much younger than me. Despite being in her early 20s and me in my mid 30s, we found it so easy to talk to each other and make each other laugh that I think we both realised really quickly that we were something special.

It didn’t take long for us to decide we were in love and our relationship quickly became physical. The first time we had sex I had butterflies like I was still a teenager. Snogging her on the hallway outside my door and letting my hands roam under her dress… I’m still smiling at the memory, even now. The way she giggled as she kicked her knickers off… the feel of her slender legs wrapping around me as we kissed… our lips tantalising one another. Simple, honest-to-goodness lust.

But we were never destined to be ordinary lovers, with a safe routine of normal sex. Even though she was so much younger and less experienced than I, I could feel her potential and the hidden undercurrents of her sexuality. My own tastes ran to the louche and I was keen to take my younger lover on a journey, to share with her my innermost secret desires.

It began with the laptop. She always enjoyed a little porn. Whereas some of my previous lovers had found something distasteful in me masturbating to porn videos – as if it were a kind of infidelity – Chloe was always accepting of the fact. In fact, she was quite curious herself. Often she would come home to find me ‘relaxing’ in front of the soft blue glow of the screen, stroking my penis with one hand. Far from being shocked or disapproving, she would often flop down on the sofa next to me, throw an arm around my neck and ask “what are we watching?”

Typically, there was no need for me to finish myself off on those occasions.

But one particular night that the first hints of where our love would ultimately take us were shown. Chloe was due to be late back from visiting her mum so I was unwinding with a glass of wine, dressed in just a dressing gown, my cock in my hand. On the screen, I’d idly found myself browsing some of the more unusual porn available. Always fascinated by the totality of womanhood, I discovered myself watching video after video of women sat on the toilet, urinating.

The ankara escort bayan simple practical details of knickers stretched between knees… the way that the first few dribbles often had no force behind them and would run around the buttocks before the full flow would come gushing out… all of this was deeply personal and intimate and transfixed me utterly.

I didn’t even notice Chloe come in at first. She’d quietly snuck in the door and kicked off her shoes – her feet making no noise as she padded into my front room in her tights.

“Hey Baby,” she grinned, making me jump slightly. I laughed.

“Hi sexpot – how was your mum?” Chloe rolled her eyes.

“On you know: disapproving of everything as always.” She was smiling though – relationships with her family were, in fact, happy. I saw the familiar knowing smile at the corner of her mouth as she noted my state of arousal.

“So…” she said. “What are watching tonight?” I grinned back at her.

“Something a bit different tonight, baby.” She pursed her mouth in a little sign of intrique and hopped onto the sofa, scissoring her legs and snuggling in close.

“Tell me then.”

“Well… it’s maybe an odd fascination of mine.. but. Well.” For a second I fought with the residual embarassment I’d had over the subject with previous girlfriends. But this was Chloe. “Basically… girls weeing.” I laughed at the words even as I said them.

She looked at me seriously, a little frown on her brow – like a schoolgirl confronted with a new maths problem. Totally cute.

“Wee?”

“Yeah. Some people think that’s sick or weird or something, but I just think it’s something that everyone naturally does and it’s kind of intimate seeing it like this.” I nodded at the screen, where a voluptuous and slightly older woman was sat on the toilet, red silky knickers stretched between her knees.

“OK” she said brightly and turned to look at the screen. That’s the thing with Chloe: she has never judged or backed away from anything new. One of her most captivating features.

I settled back down again and grabbed my cock gently but firmly… fingers slipping over the precum that had leaked from the tip while we’d been speaking. I clicked the button and the video continued.

The woman’s legs were spread wide with no hint of shame. Obviously things are different for porn starlets, but her lack of inhibition in front of the camera while doing such a personal thing was one of the sexiest things about the whole mersin escort bayan set up.

The first squirt of piss erupted from her vagina and tinkled in the bowl. The camera zoomed in close so we could see the way her cunt pulsed in time with the squirts. The golden-tinged liquid shot from her lips in an uneven cascade and I pulled my cock unselfconsciously, despite Chloe’s presence. I felt her shifting in her seat to get a better view.

I ran the tip of my thumb through the slickness coating my cock as the woman pissed in front of us – me and my girlfriend Chloe. Watching together.

The video ended abruptly, with the woman laughing as she bunched up toilet paper to wipe herself with. I felt Chloe’s breath in my ear. Truthfully, there was already something insanely exciting about even letting someone know about this little thing that I fancied. I would have shared that with no-one except Chloe.

She whispered.

“You know baby, you don’t have to rely on a video to see that. You know we’ve got a toilet upstairs.” My heart pounded at the words and I turned to face her. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief.

“You’d do that for me, Baby?” I asked, scarcely believing how readily she’d seemingly accepted the idea. She smiled happily.

“I love you, silly. And I’ve weed in front of you before!” That much was true. Of course, it had just been in the day-to-day sense in which she’d used the toilet while I’d been brushing my teeth in the morning. Unthinking, and hardly sexual. Naturally, I’d snatched a quick look, but nothing like we were talking about now. I bit my lip.

“You sure, babe?” She nodded happily, her red hair bobbing as she did so. Maybe she’d never looked happier. She stood up, blushing a tiny little bit as she took my hand. She whispered to me.

“I do really need to go you know.” I grinned back up at her and stroked her cheek, standing up and hugging her happily as we turned to go upstairs together. Chloe led the way, her slender legs looking dynamite – even in opaque black tights. We stopped to kiss on the landing – snogging happily like horny teenagers, both of us stifling laughter amidst our excitement.

My cock was engorged with blood – painfully twisted in my jeans – the very prospect of seeing my Chloe urinating driving me wild with lust as we half-fell through the bathroom door. She carried on giggling as she walked over to the toilet and hitched her skirt up as if this was just a normal day and she just happened to be going while I was there.

My izle heart pounded as she reached under her skirt to tug her tights down, rolling them down over her milky white thighs, her knickers caught in them and bunched up around her knees, her cunt clean shaven just as she knew I liked it to be. Her eyes were now glittering with intent as she held my gaze. I spoke.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Forever.” She sat down on the seat and tugged her tights further down – over her knee and to mid-calf. I sank to my knees in front of her, placing myself almost between her knees, so close as to be able to see the suggestions of hair growing back from under her skin on her shins and around her cunt. She giggled again – a little, adorable but unselfconscious sound as she sat on the toilet for me – her older lover.

I stroked her cheek and looked down between her legs. I felt her first tense as she worked whatever muscles were necessary to void her bladder, then exhale as she relaxed.

“It’s coming,” she whispered. My eyes were glued to her pretty fanny as the first golden droplets trickled out, splashing into the bowl underneath her. I leaned in further, putting my head between her legs so that my ears were lightly resting on her thighs, so close that I could see every detail as her stream of piss began to strengthen to a continuous golden rush. For what seemed an eternity, I stayed there, looking at the hot salty stream of my girlfriend’s wee, splashing merrily into the bowl.

Eventually, she made a small satisfied sound and began to force out the last few drops. Finally, a single clear yellow droplet remained glistening on her vulva. Instinctively, she reached behind her for some paper but I grabbed her wrist gently.

“Just stand up,” I whispered. She did. And as she did, the droplet rolled along her inner thigh. I leaned in, and dragged my tongue along her thigh – for the first time tasting my Chloe’s hot piss. Salty and distantly sour, I instantly loved her taste as I knew I would. Gently, I let my tongue run to the wet folds of her cunt, drinking in her heat and the flavour of her golden waters. Chloe groaned in pleasure as my tongue flicked her clit and roamed around her skin, savouring her pretty fanny.

For a minute or too we stayed like that. Me gently eating my girlfriend out while she stood over the toilet bowl, tights and knickers bunched around her calves, stroking my head lovingly as I tasted her urine, licking every drop from her till she was clean.

Finally, I stood. Pressing my forehead against hers, we kissed in my bathroom. Our first taboo broken in the heat of our love and mutual lust. Knowing that there would be more – much more – to come. Each feeling lucky and privileged to have the other’s undying love.

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I have a beautiful wife who I adore more than anything in this world. We’ve been married for about four years, but she is the only woman I have been with for the past ten years. She is six years my junior and I waited until I was in my thirties before I finally asked her to marry me. She is 5’8”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and has a smoking body. I catch other men scoping her out all the time. I feel like the luckiest man on earth. She is somewhat shy and not into any sort of kinky sex. The only problem is she doesn’t know about my secret fetish that I’ve been harboring since I was a teen.

My secret is that I love panties. I love seeing girls in panties, I love masturbating with panties, I love stealing hot chicks panties, and sometimes I love wearing women’s panties. Since I met my wife I haven’t had sex with anyone else, but I have been secretly cheating on her with her panties, and other women’s panties as well. I filch panties from all sorts of women ranging from her friends to my friend’s wives. Whenever I get the chance I masturbate with these panties unbeknown to my wife. I have often feared that I would be caught and my wife would leave me because of my perverted behavior.

Well, about a month ago my worst fear was realized. I came home early from work one day and was really horny. I decided to have some fun with a pair of panties that I had stolen from one of my friend’s wife. The panties belonged to Paige. I’ve always been extremely attracted to her. I didn’t hesitate for a second when I had the opportunity to filch a pair of her panties out of the clothes hamper one day while using her bathroom. They were yellow silk briefs with lace in the front. I’ve spent countless hours masturbating with this pair of panties thinking of what Paige must look like in them. I’ve even had to wash them several times because of all the cum stains that I have left in them. I don’t know what had gotten into me that day, but I decided to try them on and see how they felt against my aching cock. I slid them up my thighs and onto my waist. I was surprised at how well they fit. Although I was stretching them to the max. My cock was oozing with precum and I was in heaven stoking myself through the thin material. I must have lost track of time because all of a sudden my wife walked in just as I was about to blow my load.

“What they hell are you doing?” I was caught!

“Honey what are you doing home so early?”

“Don’t you honey me. What the hell are you doing wearing those panties? Why is your dick so hard? And whose panties are those?”

I didn’t know where to begin. How could I have been so stupid?

“Look at how hard you are, and look how wet those panties are. I want some answers and I want them now!”

“I was just horny and…”

“So you were horny and you decide to try on some women’s underwear? Is that what turns you on? I can’t believe my husband is a little sissy that wears panties. How long has this been going on? Did you buy those yourself?”

I figured there was no reason to lie anymore. My secret had been revealed and I should at least be honest and hope for the best.

“No I didn’t buy them myself. I’ve had a secret fetish with panties for a long time, but was afraid to tell you because of what you might think. They belong to Paige and I took them from her house out of her clothes hamper.”

“How long have you been wearing other women’s panties? I wonder what Paige would think if she knew about this? How many other women have you afyon escort stolen panties from? Oh my god! Do you wear mine when I’m not home? Do you wear them all the time when I’m not around?”

“ I don’t wear them all the time. I mostly jerk off with them, but sometimes I do wear them. I have never worn yours, but I do have a pretty large collection of other women’s panties. Oh man I’m so embarrassed that you found out! Honey please forgive me!”

“Well I guess that would explain why I find cum stains on my panties all the time. That is fucking sick. I can’t believe I married such a sissy! I’m going to stay with my sister for a few days. I can’t talk to you right now! I’ll call you when I’ve had time to think about this for a while.”

What was I going to do? I was so afraid that my wife was going to leave me. What was wrong with me? I knew I should have given up this fetish years ago. In the back of my mind I knew I would eventually get caught, but I guess I never realized what the consequences would be.

It had been almost a week before my wife finally decided to call me.

“What are you doing Mike? Are you still wearing Paige’s panties. Or are you just jerking off with some of my panties while I’ve been gone?”

“Honey I’m so sorry. I promise I will stop doing these things with panties. Please come home!”

“I’m still not sure what I’m going to do. I must admit that I thought you were sick, disgusting pervert, but after talking with my sister about it over the past few days, I think we may be able to work though this problem.”

“What? You told your sister about this? I’ll never be able to face her again! I’ll never be able to face anyone again after she goes running her mouth around town! How could you?”

“Don’t get mad at me. You are the one with the problem. Besides she promised me she wouldn’t tell anyone. She thought it was quite funny, and actually gave me some good ideas on how we might be able to enjoy this fetish of yours. I’ll be home tomorrow so we can talk.”

I couldn’t believe she told her sister of all people. Tammy had always been a big mouth, and she would love nothing more than to ruin me. Not to mention she was absolutely gorgeous. I had several pair of her panties in my collection, and I think she has known about me stealing her panties for quite sometime, but she has never said anything. She is quite the wild child and has always intimidated me sexually. The thought of her knowing about me wearing panties made my stomach turn.

My wife came home about 4 o’clock the next day. She also brought Tammy along with her.

“Hey Mike. What color panties do you have on today?” Tammy asked.

“Tammy don’t give him a hard time.” My wife said defending me.

“Oh I’m sure he’s having a hard time already if he’s wearing panties again.” Tammy said with a laugh.

“Ok that’s enough. Remember he’s still my husband even if he is a little sissy. Let’s not forget what we came here for Tammy.”

“Mike I want you to sit down so we can discuss what we’re going to do here. I must admit that I was very close to leaving you the other day, but Tammy helped me realize that I have not been totally honest with you either. You see I too have a secret that I’ve been hiding. Mike I have not been happy sexually with you for a long time. We have been with each other since I was very young. Perhaps too young for me to realize that you’re too small to satisfy me sexually. I have grown to love you though and agrı escort I guess that’s why I never had the courage to say anything to you about our problems. I don’t want to leave you, but I need more. I thought that I had my opportunity to tell you when I found you wearing those panties, but Tammy made me understand a few things. One is that I do love you very much. Two is that I must admit seeing you in those panties turned me on a little bit. Three is that we could have some fun for you and me now that our secrets are out in the open, and there was no need for our relationship to come to an end”

I was floored. I had always thought that Lisa was very satisfied sexually. She had never mentioned anything about my size although I knew I was a little under endowed. My cock is only about five inches when fully hard and not very thick. I thought I was on the average side, but apparently Lisa thought otherwise.

“Why did you never tell me about our sexual problems? You always seemed satisfied.”

“I know honey. It’s partly my fault. I shouldn’t fake my orgasms, but I do love you and I knew it would hurt your feelings.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say that you will have an open mind, and you will trust me in what I’m about to propose. Besides what else do you have to lose. It’s either go along with me or I will leave you no matter how bad it will hurt because things can’t continue the way they are.”

“OK. Whatever you say honey. I trust you.” She was right. What could I say? I didn’t want her to leave me. I loved my wife and I would do just about anything to keep her. “So what do you have in mind?”

“Great. I’m so glad you decided to trust me Mike. Well first of all I’m going to allow you to play with panties in what ever way you want. You can wear them, jack off in them, what ever makes you happy. You won’t have to worry about anyone finding out unless you get caught stealing them from other women. If that happens, you’re on your own. Secondly, I will allow you to continue this behavior if you agree to let me have a big cock occasionally. I don’t want to do this behind your back. In fact, Tammy said you’d probably enjoy watching me take another guy in front of you. Well, what do you think?”

I bet Tammy did tell her I’d enjoy watching her fuck another guy. I always felt Tammy was out to get me in some way. I think she never thought I was good enough for her little sister. However, I guess I do have to thank her for talking Lisa into staying with me even if her motives were for me to be absolutely humiliated.

“I can’t believe you want me to watch you sleep with someone else. How could you humiliate me like that? How could I ever face my friends or even Tammy knowing my wife is sleeping with someone else?”

“Well how will you face them if they knew you were wearing panties? That didn’t seem to stop you before! Choose whatever you want, but if you want me to stay then that is how it’s going to be.”

“Lisa please! I don’t want to see you leave, but I don’t know if I could stand having another guy fuck my wife with me sitting right there watching.”

“The guy doesn’t have to know Mike. You could hide in the closet and jack off with my panties if you want to.” She said as she and Tammy laughed hysterically.

I was infuriated, but what could I do.

“Well I guess I have no choice.”

“You’re damn right you don’t you little sissy.” Tammy said. “As a matter of fact you should thank me for talking my akdere escort sister into staying with you.”

I wanted to lash out so bad, but I knew she was right.

“Yeah right, thanks Tammy.” I said sarcastically.

“You don’t sound too sincere about that Mike. That is why another condition of you getting to stay with Lisa is that you model these panties for me.”

“No way. I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!”

“Come on now Mike. From what Lisa tells me that would be the first time you ever satisfied anyone!” Both women laughed.

“It’s true Mike. I told Tammy that you would do that for her. I think you owe her that much just for talking me into staying.”

She made it sound like I was getting such a good deal. She gets to fuck other guys while I watch, and her sister will get to see me in panties so she can tease me for the rest of my life. What a raw deal. I must admit I was getting turned on about watching her fuck another guy. That was always a closet fantasy as well, but I never really wanted for it to come true.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I said reluctantly. Both women got real excited.

“Ok. Come over here and get these.” Tammy held out a little pair of pink bikini panties. “I just washed them this morning, but I think you will probably still smell some of my scent on them. I got really hot the other day thinking about you wearing my panties. I know you’d love to smell my pussy. I know you have longed to stick that little pecker of yours in this hot pussy.” She was right I came in several pair of her panties before thinking about how sweet her pussy must be.

I walked over and took them from her as my face turned a deep red. I slowly undid my zipper and peeled off my jeans. I hesitated before I lowered my boxers and exposed my limp cock to Tammy and my wife.

Tammy let out a squeal and said, “Oh my god look how tiny that thing is. Gosh sis now I know why you have never had and orgasm. My pinkie could do more for you that that thing.” She kept laughing wildly as I slowly pulled the pink panties up to my waste. Once I felt the smooth material against my cock I instantly forgot about my embarrassment to the hands of Tammy. My cock slowly started to rise as my face turned even redder than before.

Again Tammy laughed and said, “Look sis! He’s getting hard! Oh that is too funny.”

I could see that my wife felt sorry for me. She may have also been a little sorry for herself now that her sister knew what she had been missing for so long now. A real man’s cock.

Tammy snapped a few pictures as I protested. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking some pictures of you in panties so that if you ever decide to change the rules of our little game we have some blackmail photos of you.”

I was beginning to get mad, but what could I do? They had me now.

“Ok Tammy. You’ve had your fun. Let’s get going to the next panty adventure with Mike. You’ve seen enough. Well maybe that’s not entirely true, but you can cut him some slack for now. Mike leave the panties on, pull your pants back up, and come with us.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Oh, we didn’t mention that we thought it was time for you to start wearing panties all the time. We’re throwing out all of your manly underwear and taking you shopping for all new panties.”

“Lisa I can’t. What will I do when I go to the gym? I can’t wear panties there!”

“Well I guess you’ll just have to get creative because if I see you in men’s underwear again I’m going to show these pictures to all of your friends.”

I hung my head as I followed in tow. I somehow knew I would was going to regret the punishment for getting caught in panties.

To be continued……

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Hello you naughty girls and boys!

This is a foot story. This is about Carol, who’s been working hard and wants a bit of late night relaxation. A little reminiscing and Carol decides to amuse herself with another theater patron. How does it end? I think you may be surprised.

*****

It was another long night at the office. Being an Executive Director sure had its perks, but it also meant a lot of long hours. It was after 9pm on a Friday night and Carol was wrapping up and eager to have some time to herself. Thankfully there really wasn’t much more she could do until Monday and she was looking forward to a pleasant weekend.

As she left the elevator and made her way into the parking garage she passed by Ron in the security booth. Ron was always very pleasant and she had the idea that he hated to see her leave but he loved to watch her walk away. She was okay with that. He did his job well and she didn’t mind a little appreciation.

And she wasn’t half right. Ron got to see more than a couple pretty ladies on a daily basis, but Carol was his favorite. Her long, wavy red hair is what first caught his attention, but he soon came to realize she had so much more to offer. She was tall and slender. Her tits weren’t huge but they stood proud and commanded attention; and sometimes he could make out the form of her proud nipples beneath her blouse.

Likewise she didn’t have a big ass, but it was tight and inviting. She often wore business skirts of various lengths and he always enjoyed what she wore. And it didn’t stop with her ass. She had long, beautiful legs. He figured she could have made money as a leg model and he was secretly hoping one day he would find proof that she had done some leg modeling for an advertisement.

She was classy and sexy and he would quickly admit, to himself at least, that he often thought of her and her body after he had gone home at the end of his shift. Another secret wish he held on to was that one day he would come across her when looking at office women porn. She certainly had the sexy office lady look about her.

As she made her way to her car she decided she wasn’t quite ready to go home. She needed some escape. As she hopped in the car she decided to head over to the cheap theater and see about a late night movie. The theater was weeks behind in the movies they offered but that’s also why the tickets were so cheap. And most late nights there wouldn’t be but a handful of people in the theater. This was just what she had in mind. If she got lucky she would have an entire theater to herself.

When she got there her options were rather limited, but then she wasn’t really interested in the movie so much as having the space to relax and unwind. So having equal disinterest she picked the least popular of the two available, hoping to have the place to herself. Popcorn, candy, and drink in hand she made her way to the theater.

Drat. No such luck. There was a man sitting by himself in her theater. With a heavy sigh she made her way to the back and center where she could put her feet up and relax. She settled in and was still happy to have some relative peace and quiet. She pried off her heels and was thankful to let her feet breathe a bit, even if still encased in her hose.

Then she spotted a young couple entering the theater, picking seats down in front. Certainly not an empty theater now. The couple probably didn’t even care about the movie. They were more likely interested in making out. Not that Carol was looking to cause any trouble, but she would really have preferred if tonight she could have had the space to herself.

Of course it wasn’t always so. When she was their age she could remember being mischievous at the movies on many occasions. She and her girlfriends were fond of teasing and taunting the boys, especially by sitting behind them and putting their feet up on the seats.

Sometimes they would just prop them up on seats next to them and wave their feet around. Other times, when they were bolder, they would slide their feet on the occupied seat, and rest them against the boy’s head or neck, or even slip their foot over his shoulder and put their feet directly in his face. The boys wouldn’t take that too well.

They would voice their objections and even demand the girls cease such actions. But that only made the whole process more fun and rewarding. Kicking or pushing the seats could also be done, but that was never as rewarding as surprising a boy with a foot in the face. The girls themselves had various discussions about the differences of sock feet versus bare feet, both for the girl’s enjoyment and the boy’s discomfort.

Carol suddenly remembered a time when Janice had been less direct but had scored like never before. Rather than prop her feet on the back of the seat, she had slyly slid it between the seats. This wasn’t noticed right away. What made this so ingenious was that Janice actually was able to get her bare foot into the popcorn of the boy in front of her. She had actually abidinpaşa escort grabbed a few pieces with her toes and pulled her foot back Just before he was to reach for some of his buttery snack.

You could say this was its own victory but Janice wanted more. Her foot returned to his popcorn and there she began to crush pieces under her toes. Then she began to push her bare foot deeper into the popcorn and flex her toes. It was only after several popped kernels had bounced across the floor that a few of the boys realized what was going on. The owner of the popcorn was too shocked to be angry and then when he asked how long she had her feet in his popcorn he looked like he might vomit as Janice just gave a smile and shrug of her shoulders.

That was priceless. Carol chuckled to herself recalling the poor boy’s expression. Janice earned high fives for that daring act and the rest of the girls bought her dinner that night as the group let her regale them with the details and several retellings.

Carol’s own feet were resting on the seat in front of her and she let her leg slide down between the two closest seats and imagined a popcorn bucket within reach. Well done Janice; well done. They surely had some good times in those days.

She was momentarily distracted from her sweet memories as the couple up front moved to a different pair of seats. They were giggling to themselves and unaware and unconcerned about other people in the theater; either of them.

Carol paid slight attention to the screen, thinking about those days past as she waited for the show to begin. She found herself wondering if the man a few rows in front of her had ever had an experience like the boys she and her friends had played with.

Eventually the previews played through and the movie began. She made herself comfortable and leaned back to enjoy the show, or at least let it distract her from her life for a short while. She rested her feet on the seat in front of her and enjoyed her popcorn, thinking of Janice’s victim.

The movie had only run for about fifteen minutes when the couple got up and left. Either they decided to find another theater or they had plans to cut out early and head elsewhere for their privacy. That left Carol alone in the theater with the solitary man a few rows in front of her.

She tried to focus on the movie and dismiss thoughts of the lonely guy sharing a theater with her late on a Friday night. But between him and thoughts of her past, she found it all but impossible to really pay attention to the film.

She hadn’t gone to a bar, but instead had chosen the movies as her escape, but now she was feeling like some naughty fun and minute by minute the temptation was harder and harder to resist. Fuck it. She wanted to have some fun and she was going to have some fun. The poor man was just going to have to accept it.

Having made her decision, she gathered her items and walked to the end of her row. She didn’t know if he had heard her get up or was the least bit concerned, but she was sure he noticed when she took the seat one row behind him and one seat off to his right.

His head twitched a little as if he was going to look over his shoulder and confirm she was there, but some inner sense of manners or perceived movie etiquette kept him from turning completely around and looking at her. That was fine. She knew he was aware of her presence, and she had plenty of time to get his attention.

She made some noise with her drink and slurped down some refreshment through her straw. Then she settled in much as before except this time when she pried off her shoes she did it a couple feet off the ground and she let them fall with an audible thunk before she stretched her pantyhose feet over the seat in front of her.

***

Bob had been looking forward to this movie all week. He also made plans for a late showing both to better fit his schedule and because he knew this movie wasn’t likely to be crowded. Sure enough when he arrived he was the only person there. Some woman had come in a few minutes later and then he had to deal with some romantic couple that surely wasn’t here to see the film.

The show had started and the couple was already a distraction as they moved and made noise and one of them turned on a cell phone; thankfully only for a few seconds. Much longer and he would have said something. But then to his relief the couple got up and left. Now he could relax and enjoy the show. And he was doing just that when he heard a noise behind him. Someone was sitting in a seat off to his right.

Unless someone else had come in unnoticed, he figured it had to be the woman he saw earlier. Why would she be changing seats now? And why had she chosen a seat so close to him? Then he heard the ice shaking in her drink. Great. Not only was she so close, but now she was making unnecessary noises.

The next noises he heard were a little harder to distinguish. He assumed it might be a purse adana escort but it sounded more like wooden blocks. He wanted to look but knew better. Then out of the corner of his eye he became aware of her nylon covered feet.

Oh my god, she had removed her shoes and was now propping her feet on the seat next to him; the seat right next to him. This just couldn’t be happening. And yet he had to look. He couldn’t be obvious but he had to know more about what was going on. He strained his eyes, pushing them into the corners so he could make out what was going on beside him.

It wasn’t too hard to see even without turning his head. She didn’t just rest her feet on the edge of the seat. She was actually resting her ankles on the back of the seat and her feet were floating in the air above the seat and next to him, at about eye level.

He tried to switch back to the movie and found he had already missed a few lines of dialogue. Maybe if she had remained perfectly still he could have made his way back into the movie and forgotten about her altogether. But she did not remain still.

Quite the contrary; after her feet stretched forward, she crossed them at the ankles but then began to flex her toes and rub her feet together. This didn’t just happen for a few seconds as she made herself comfortable. This went on for minutes.

Try as he might, there was no way he could ignore her feet. More than that, as he watched them move and bend in the shadowy light he was forced to admit this woman had pretty feet. Still she should know better and she should have kept them off the seats.

As the feet play continued off to his right, Bob became aware of a sound he hadn’t been paying attention to. It was a sort of scratchy hiss and it took him a few moments to realize this was the sound of the nylons rubbing together. So now there was a sound distracting him as well.

The feet of this woman just wouldn’t stop. In fact he thought when he saw them pull back that she would take them down off the seat, but she only rested them on the edge and then began to move them from side to side and back and forth along the back of the seat as if she was using the seat to scratch her feet.

Surely this woman had to realize that such action would only serve to transfer any dirt or debris from the bottom of her foot to the back of the chair; a chair which would be used by other people, not knowing how she had treated it.

Then her feet slid dangerously close to him. Bob was forced to look straight ahead and he practically froze in place. She crossed her feet at the ankles but now her ankles were resting on the corner of the seat. That meant her feet were only a few inches from his head.

He felt he had to say something but how could he? What would he say? Instead he sat motionless as the seconds ticked by. He was looking straight ahead but he wasn’t able to watch the show in front of him. He was aware of a nervous feeling growing inside of him. Why should he be nervous? He wasn’t the one with his feet on the seat. He was behaving properly; it was this woman who was pushing the limits of a movie-going experience.

He heard a popping sound in his ear and he knew he flinched. Apparently this woman had popped her toes much as someone might pop their knuckles. And then she did it a few more times. Bob felt as if those toes must be right beside his ear, he could hear them so clearly.

This did nothing to alleviate his anxiety and once again he felt he should say something. But he didn’t know what to say. While her actions were in his mind uncalled for, she didn’t seem to have the least bit of shame about what she was doing. He didn’t want to make a scene and he feared he would be the one perceived as rude if he told her she had to move her feet. Besides, a gentleman didn’t do things that would embarrass a woman.

Still he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. The toe popping sounds had stopped but were only replaced by the previous scratch and hiss of the nylons rubbing against each other. He made a microscopic movement of his head so that he might see just how close her feet were, but before he finished the motion his head snapped back into place and froze once more.

He had barely moved at all, a fraction of an inch he was sure, when he felt something against his ear. Immediately he moved his head back and tried to determine what had happened. As crazy as it seemed he could offer no other explanation other than his ear had grazed her nylon covered foot, which therefore had to have been less than an inch from his head.

He was instantly concerned that she would say something, perhaps even accuse him of bumping into her, even though it was her feet invading his own personal space. But thankfully she was unaware of the contact and said nothing.

He was trying to come to terms with all that had happened when he heard and felt her feet withdraw from the seat. He didn’t know if she was just getting comfortable or if she had come to a realization adıyaman escort that her actions were inappropriate. Either way the feet had retreated and it was over. Bob found himself taking a deep breath and tried once again to focus on the movie playing on the screen in front of him.

However his relief was short lived. Inconceivable as it was her feet returned to the seat beside him and a quick glance at them had him feeling a new level of discomfort. This time her feet were bare! He made a careful peek again to make sure, but indeed her feet were no longer trapped within the nylon casing, but rather were free and loose, toes wiggling in the air.

***

Oh this was good, thought Carol. So glad I didn’t waste my evening. She had pried off her shoes and let them fall to the floor which he surely heard, although he may not have been able to identify the noise right away. But he did notice when she slipped her feet over the back of the chair beside him.

She started off slow. Just a little foot flexing at first and then rubbing her feet together. She wasn’t sure if he could hear her feet rubbing together but he surely knew they were there. He was trying not to look, or rather trying hard to look without the appearance of looking. That in itself was humorous and signaled an early victory.

She continued to tease him with her feet; nothing too direct yet, just keeping them in motion and watching him trying to watch her feet. After a few minutes she moved her feet closer to his head, resting them on the corner of the seat back. Now she made a few small movements, a fraction of an inch, and put her feet right next to him. Pretty soon he wouldn’t be able to turn his head without bumping into her foot.

And just a few minutes later that’s exactly what he did. It was all Carol could do to hold back a giggling outburst as his head turned the smallest degree and suddenly snapped back to forward. She felt his ear graze her arch and clearly some instinct of his knew that his head had made contact with her foot, if only for a split second.

She waited to see if this would be a breaking point. But the man didn’t say a word, nor did he get up and move. She had already decided that if he did move to another seat she would just move again to sit behind him. He wasn’t getting away from her tonight.

Carol was feeling alive and her little foot play was already bringing back memories of joy from when she was younger. Boys will be boys she thought, and she loved them for that. She held her foot just a fraction of an inch from his head waiting to see if he would turn again or make any other moves.

She knew he was looking at the screen but she doubted he was paying any attention to the movie at this point. She let him suffer like this for a few minutes, but then she decided it was time to take things further. She pulled her feet off the seat and could feel him relax. Then she carefully lifted off her seat, reached under her skirt, and pulled her pantyhose all the way down and off her feet, dropping them into her purse.

Then slowly, for effect, she raised her bare feet and slid them forward over the edge of the seat in front of her. He had to notice that. And when he made another fractional turn of his head and it once again snapped back into place she knew he had seen her feet.

Now besides seeing her feet near him she felt it would only be moments before he noticed the odor. Carol herself was aware of it as she removed her hose. Not surprising given the hours they had spent in her Italian leather shoes today. It wasn’t like a gym sock odor, but there was a faint trace that even now she could pick up.

He noticed it too as he sniffed a few times and then tried to clear his throat. Still he wasn’t going anywhere and it was time to push things a little further. Carol popped her toes a couple more times, this time not right beside his ear. This was just to make sure he noticed when she began to move them once again closer to his head.

He adjusted himself in his seat and sat up a little straighter but his head would still be in easy reach. And now if she wanted she would have access to his neck. He also had rather short hair; a men’s haircut, and she was already thinking about how it would feel between her toes. Plus of course the prime target was his cheek.

Not that nose and lips were out of the question; in fact she was already contemplating some extreme foot fun this evening, but foot to cheek, whether it be toes or the ball of the foot, was a clear sign of victory. And she was determined to be victorious this evening.

She played with her feet for a few moments. She rubbed them together, spread and wiggled her toes, popped her toes a few more times, and waved them back and forth. Then she made a decision about what to do next. She uncrossed her ankles and let her right foot rest on the corner of the seat much as before so his ear and the whole side of his head were in easy reach.

But then she moved her left foot to the back of his chair. The ball of her foot came to rest on the edge of the chair back and then she slid it slowly to her left. She stopped when it was directly behind his head and it would have been easy to tickle his neck with her toes or even let her foot slide up into his hair.

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Author’s note:

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

*

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

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

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

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

Status: Fem Breeder Grade: Neophyte 1 Intake: 2591

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

Current temp 72F Predicted max temp 85F

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

Status: Impregnator Grade: Exper 4

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

Assigned waiter: Andy Fitzgerald Personal Id.: W422691

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

Notes:

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

Your program for today:

0800 — Breakfast served by Andy in your room.

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

1000 — Meet with your impregnator Troy after the briefing.

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

Enjoy your stay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, I’m Sasha,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Troy’s penis was now at full erection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you used tampons?” asked Troy.

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

“That’s great; no mess to clean up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Coffee Shop 10:00 AM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They will bring us our drinks.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh, do, do you know her?”

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

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

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

“Envy me? Look at you, Tera.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Changes? You mean sexual play?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good question. Um, let me think.”

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

“I actually think both.”

“Both? Explain what you mean, Tera.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, true”, mused Tera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No he didn’t say that. I did.”

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

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

“Wow. I love hearing that.”

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

“Oh, god, yes. Thank you, Alexa.”

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

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

Later that evening…in the bedroom 9:00 PM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Put it on, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s switch.”

“Switch?” Replied Jim.

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

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On Thursday morning at 8:50, Camilla got out of Agape’s car on Bay Street with her umbrella opened immediately after, for it was pouring rain. She thanked him for the ride to work and hurried into the building where the office was. As she went towards the elevator, she thought about her ‘experimenting’ on her dad. The marijuana and ecstasy definitely made him less resistant to erotic psychic influence, and she used Nigrovum on him to mitigate his agonizing discomfort from the after-effects of the ecstasy. He seemed ready for Candice to distract him sexually from Carrie, whom Camilla would have the displeasure of meeting on Sunday evening, after her return from her business trip to Montreal with Mr. Holland. She was looking forward to that, of course.

Her upcoming sexual adventures with her boss, as well as the one she’d had with Alex in Queen’s Park, seemed to be satisfying her urges for phallic fulfillment. She hadn’t had any of those ‘intense wet dreams’ since Sunday night, so she assumed the regular enjoyment of male lovers–as she’d had in Vancouver while stripping at Luvlee’s–would keep the erotic chaos out of her subconscious.

Though she’d given Agape another psychic erection on Wednesday night, with a sexy dream of black-haired Candice, she didn’t dare sleep beside him as she had done on Tuesday night; she knew he would never do anything sexual with her, but she was afraid she would with him, so difficult had it been for her–uninhibitedly high on ecstasy–to resist the temptation on Tuesday night. Agape, apparently influenced by the Nigrovum, seemed more open to the idea of having sex with Candice when Camilla talked with him at breakfast on Thursday morning; for he said his dreams had been pleasant, and he even asked her, “So, how’s everything going with your pretty black-haired–uh, red-haired friend, Candice? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Though that would have been a perfect opportunity to suggest that Candice come over to the house for a sex, drugs, and Nigrovum party, Camilla was worried that Candice was doing too much of the drugs to be able to concentrate on either the sex or the Nigrovum. Camilla would have to insist that Candice leave the dope alone for a while–not an easy thing to get Candice to agree to do–before coming over to Agape’s.

As Camilla walked into the office, she saw Sue, who’d obviously been gossiping with two male co-workers about what must have been going on in Mr. Holland’s locked office. As Camilla passed by Sue, she heard the gossip say, “Tramps like her are why women still don’t have as much power as men.”

As pouting Camilla went into her boss’s office, she thought, Candice and I are two women who have more power than you–or any man–will ever fucking know. At her desk the whole time between then and Mr. Holland’s arrival, she just did the work he’d told her to do–arranging the business trip, among other things. She never left the office, being too afraid to face her hateful co-workers, and too afraid they’d provoke her to use Nigrovum to harm them.

Mr. Holland arrived around 10:30, so eager was he to get away from his domineering wife. Camilla saw a scar on his left wrist, inadequately covered by his watch; she psychically sensed other injuries on his body, on his shoulders, back, and legs. She also correctly guessed how he got the injuries…and from whom.

“Good morning, sir,” she said as he walked painfully to his desk. “Sir, you’re hurt.”

“Oh, you must have seen the mark on my wrist,” he said.

“I think you have more injuries than that, by the way you were limping to your desk.”

“I, uh, rode my bicycle this morning and, uh, fell off.”

“Really?” she asked. “How many times?”

“I’d rather not talk about it, sweetie, if you don’t mind.”

“OK, sir.” She was growing from just lusting after him to feeling genuine compassion for him. Obviously, his wife was not only verbally attacking him, but physically, too. The mark on his wrist looked like it was made by the edge of a frying pan, which Mrs. Holland probably had also used to hit him all over with.

Camilla had heard his wife belittle him in the office on Wednesday, and she wanted to compensate for his feelings of humiliation by making him feel manly in front of her. So Camilla was happy to play the role of submissive secretary, eagerly obedient, to make him feel better.

She’d decided to dress more modestly today–in the same outfit, beige dress pants and flowery-patterned brown dress shirt, as she’d worn when she met Bob’s brother Leo (albeit now with a purple bra and panties)–in order to provoke less gossip among Sue and the others in the office, and to keep his jealous wife at bay; but she was now regretting the decision. To cheer him up, she wanted to look sexy again.

“Shall I make you some coffee, sir?” she asked.

“That’s very sweet of you, Camilla, but it’s not your job,” he said. “You aren’t my errand girl.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I like pleasing you.” She started undoing taksim escort the buttons on her shirt so he could see her bra.

Smirking lewdly at her cue, he then said, “Speaking of pleasing me, and while you’re unbuttoning your shirt, there is one thing you can do for me.”

“Oh?” she asked, eager to please. “What’s that?”

“Don’t ever wear that outfit again.”

Frowning, she asked, “You don’t like this, sir?”

“No. Come on: you’re prettier than that; wear only dresses to work, or mini-skirts.” He couldn’t believe Camilla was allowing him to talk that way to her, but actually, it was turning her on.

“I’m sorry, sir. I dressed this way to protect you from any more gossip, and so your wife wouldn’t get mad.”

“Ah, fuck her,” he said. “Nothing makes her happy.”

“Well, I don’t wanna wear these clothes if they don’t please you, sir. Do you want me to take them off?”

“Yes, I do,” he said most bluntly.

“Alright,” she said with timid compliance, and immediately unzipped her pants and pulled them down. Then she undid the rest of her shirt buttons and took the shirt off. Now she stood before him in only her purple underwear and high heels. “Do my bra and panties look OK, or do you want me to take them off, too?” Her hands were on her bra hook, ready to undo it.

“As much as I’d like that,” he said, watching her unhook her bra and move her hands to the sides so as just about to bare her nipples for him, “that won’t be necessary.” She refastened her bra hook. “If someone knocks on the door, it’ll be harder to get you dressed again. By the way, you forgot to lock the door.” She locked it. “Besides, your underwear looks very sexy on that perfect body of yours.”

Affecting a sneer at his lechery, but happily acquiescing to it all the same, she said, “Thank you, sir,” and walked over to him.

“Turn around for me, sweetie. Lemme get a good look at you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, and held up her hair as she slowly turned around. When she had her back to him, she bent down and pointed her ass out at him, gyrating it slowly clockwise and counter-clockwise. Looking back at him, she asked, “Do you like that?”

“Do I ever,” he grunted. Leaning forward on his chair so her ass would be mere millimetres from his face, he was rock-hard in his trousers, and his nose was searching for faecal smells.

“But what about when I have to go out, sir?” she asked in her ditzy ‘Dolly’ voice, still gyrating for him.

“Well, put your clothes back on,” he said, still sniffing and panting.

“But Mr. Holland, I don’t wanna wear clothes you don’t like, and I can’t go out in my underwear. What am I gonna do?”

“Well, I’ll just have to take you out to an early lunch, and buy you a new dress.”

“Oh, sir! Thank you!” she squealed, then sat on his pointy lap, facing him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

Though he appreciated her physical contact, the weight of her body reminded him of his injuries. “Ah!” he groaned. “Be careful of my bruises, cupcake.”

“Oh, sorry, sir,” she said, then got an idea. If Nigrovum could help her heal quickly, why not use it to help him heal faster, too? “Wait, sir. Let me try something. I think I can help you feel better.” She put her head on his left shoulder and hugged him tighter.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Please don’t say anything for a minute or so,” she insisted, beginning to concentrate. “I need to focus my thoughts.”

“Whatever,” he said, completely clueless as to what she was going to do. They sat there silently for about a minute, her concentrating on all of his bruised and scarred areas. The Nigrovum helped her locate them exactly. His body started to vibrate mysteriously with hers. She visualized all those hurt areas perfectly healed, and after a minute, he was as good as new.

“OK, sir,” she said, moving her head back so she could look at him. “How do you feel now?”

He moved around, imagining he’d detect soreness, but fantastically, he felt none. “I feel…great,” he said in amazement. “What did you do?”

“Let’s just say an angel or two fell out of the sky and became friends with me.”

Looking at her as if she were speaking to him in an alien language, he said, “Whatever you did, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” she said, then got up, turned around, and sat on his lap again. She leaned back and rested her back against his chest; then she started grinding on his erection for a while. His hands roamed all over her soft, smooth, pink skin: her arms, belly, and legs. Sometimes he gently pulled on the elastic of her panties and let go, snapping it against her skin. She was happy to indulge him, for after all the pain he’d endured, he deserved some pleasure.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Miles?” a man’s voice called.

“Just a minute,” the boss said. “Up you get, sweetie. Wear this.” He gave her his raincoat.

“Yes, sir,” she said, getting up. As she walked kadıköy escort to the side of the room with his raincoat in her hands, he spanked her on the behind as he went over to answer the door. “What is it?”

“I just got an e-mail from Mr. Murdoch,” the man said. “He wants to know about when those technical issues will be resolved.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Mr. Holland said. “I’ll e-mail him about that sometime this afternoon.” The man walked away. “OK, baby, let’s go shopping.” Camilla, wearing his raincoat, put her shirt and pants in her desk drawer, and she and her boss got their umbrellas and left the office together, insouciant of all the gossips.

They walked in the heavy rain from Bay Street to Yonge, arriving at the Eaton’s Centre about ten minutes later. On the second floor, they found a women’s clothing store she liked, then they looked through the dresses to find one he liked. He found a tight-fitting red one that would go down to her knees. She went into the fitting room and took off his raincoat; holding the door open, he ogled her in her bra and panties.

“Wait a minute,” he said as she was about to put the dress on. “Before you put it on, lemme look at you for a minute.”

“Yes, sir,” said, putting the dress on a hook. She then began posing for him in various erotic ways: first she sat on the bench and spread her legs wide open, putting her hand in her panties and briefly masturbating for him; then she got up, turned around, and bent over, gyrating her ass again. He pulled on the elastic of her panties at the back, revealing some of her anal cleft, then let go, snapping the elastic against her ass. “Ooh!” she squealed from the sting of the snapping, but she was all too happy to indulge his every desire. Encouraged, he pulled on the elastic again; this time, when her anal cleft was showing, she put her hands on her ass, opened her buttocks out wide, and let him see her brown anus for the first time. She looked back at him to see his reaction: he just stared for several seconds, bug-eyed in awe of the crude beauty she was willingly letting him see. “Have you seen enough, sir? Or shall I show you more?”

“Oh, uh, that’s OK,” he said, remembering he was in a public place. “Put on the dress, sweetie.”

“OK,” she said in a sing-song voice, and put the dress on. It was a perfect fit. He bought it, and she wore it out of the store.

Walking in the direction of a food court, they approached a store selling women’s lingerie and underwear.

“Oh, sir,” she said. “Can I look at the underwear here for a minute, please? I really like it.”

“Sure,” he said. “I like it, too. I’ll even buy you some, if you like.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet to me. I’ll let you pick what you’d like to see me wearing, OK?”

“Sure,” he said, and together they looked through all the colours. “Let’s see: I’ve seen you in white, pink, and purple underwear: let’s find a new colour for you. Here, we’ll get these red bra and panties. I think you’ll look real sexy in them.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, and kissed him on the cheek.

******************

After buying them lunch in an elegant French restaurant, Mr. Holland took Camilla back to the office at about 1:10 PM. His wife was still there, contrary to his hopes that she’d have left by then to go back to her job. She was standing by his desk. Though Camilla was glad she’d hidden her shirt and pants so Mrs. Holland wouldn’t see them and suspect anything, she was still afraid of what was going to happen. Camilla went fearfully to her desk, while jealous Mrs. Holland walked up to her husband with a threatening look in her eyes.

“Where did you go with the slut?” she asked.

“Honey, I…” he began to say.

“Shut up, you stupid asshole,” she snapped at him. Then she whispered, “If next week I find out you went to Montreal with that whore secretary of yours, I’ll castrate you in your sleep. Bye.” She left the office.

“M-maybe you shouldn’t come with me on the business trip,” he said with a trembling voice.

“Maybe I should, sir,” she said, locking the door and taking off her dress. She went to his desk and sat on his lap. “I don’t like the way she treats you. You need another woman to satisfy your emotional needs. I’m willing to fill that position.” For the time being, anyway, she thought.

“But she said she’s gonna…”

“She won’t do anything. Not if my ‘angel friends’ and I can help it. I’ll make sure no one knows we’re going to Montreal together.” She kissed him on the cheek, bounced on his hardening cock, and let him grope her in her underwear again. He cupped his hands around her breasts and gently squeezed them, and she rotated her ass clockwise on his rock-hard erection. His hands wandered all over her skin; at one point, she bent forward, and he touched her back. “Wanna snap my bra, sir?”

“I’d love to,” he moaned, pulled on the bra strap, and let go, snapping it on her back. “I love how you indulge me.”

“I halkalı escort bayan love pleasing you, Mr. Holland.”

******************

That night at Club Ritz, Camilla talked with Candice about their plans to turn Agape away from Carrie. Candice, high on cocaine, was reluctant to leave her beloved drugs alone, even for just a few days, but Camilla insisted.

“I can use Nigrovum to keep my high under control, Camil,” Candice said. “I miss you.”

“I think Nigrovum is making you want more drugs,” Camilla said. “It was driving me nuts, now it’s driving you nuts. You’re turning into a junkie, and you’re hurting yourself. You told me to ease off using the Nigrovum; now you ease off the drugs. Baby, I’m worried about you.”

Throwing her arms around Camilla, Candice began to cry. “I’m so lonely, Camil. Ever since I moved into that new apartment. Are we ever gonna make love again?”

“Of course we will,” Camilla said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Oh, yeah? When?”

“Right now.” Camilla kissed her on the lips, then unclipped Candice’s black bra. Candice pulled off her panties as Camilla, still pecking her on the lips, removed Candice’s bra. Camilla then started kissing naked Candice on the neck, and kissed her way down to her belly. Candice ran her hands through squatting Camilla’s hair as she began licking Candice’s pussy, right in front of all the customers, who couldn’t have been any more eager to watch this sexy spectacle. Camilla squeezed Candice’s buttocks as she licked, opening them to expose her red anus. The customers cheered as Camilla got Candice’s clitoris hard as a stone.

What made this spectacle especially exciting for the men watching was how they knew clothed Camilla wasn’t a stripper; she was just eating out her friend. Camilla put her left index finger inside Candice’s ass and her right finger inside Candice’s wet cunt. After tickling her G-spot for a minute or so, Camilla felt Candice’s come pour out; she lapped it all up.

“Will that satisfy you, for now at least?” Camilla asked, looking up at her lover. “I know I haven’t been there much for you this past week, but there have been complications, OK? I don’t want you high at Daddy’s home; you won’t be able to concentrate on controlling his mind in the state you’re in now.”

“OK,” Candice sighed.

“Also, I’m going to Montreal with my boss for the weekend; I’ll be back by Sunday afternoon.”

“You’re leaving me?” Candice asked, getting sad again.

“Oh, I’ll be back before you know. My boss wants to fuck me, so we’re going on a business trip together. You’ll be OK: just hang on till I get back. Come over on Sunday night; but don’t be high.”

“OK, OK,” Candice said. “But before you leave tonight, let’s make love again.”

“Sure,” Camilla said. “When are you going onstage?”

“Right now, actually. Come watch me.”

“With pleasure,” Camilla said, and she followed Candice over to the stage. As Camilla approached the tip rail, she saw the back of the head of a familiar-looking man. When she looked over to see his face, she saw no one other than Mr. Holland! “Oh, hi sir!” she squealed with delight. Sitting on his lap, she asked, “What brings you here?”

“A strong urge to get away from my wife, what else?” he said, his hard-on already growing in his pants. “Why are you here, of all places?”

“My friend, who’s onstage now, works here.”

“Wait a minute: you were the one eating her pussy just now?”

“Yep: she and I have been lovers for several months now.”

“So you like girls, eh?”

“Yeah,” she said with a lewd giggle. “Men, too.”

“Do you have any flaws?” he asked, awed by how boundlessly sexy Camilla was.

“I dunno. Wanna find out?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Would you like to see me naked, sir?”

“I’d love to, but–I mean–are you moonlighting here?”

“No, I’m not a stripper. I mean, I used to be a lap-dancer, but not now.”

“Then why are you working her tonight?”

“I’m not; I just want to please you by showing you what my body looks like.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Camilla.”

“Come on, sir. Let’s go into one of the private rooms.” As they walked away from the stage, she gestured to Candice where she would be, so the girls could meet there later.

When they went into the private room, both of them were amazed at what they saw. Expecting to see only couches and coffee tables, they also saw a toilet, a shower stall, and even a bed! Obviously, the mafia owners of Club Ritz were paying off the cops to turn a blind eye to how the strip joint was doubling as a whorehouse.

“Wow, this is great!” Camilla said as they went over to a couch and sat down. “I’m working here; I’m definitely working here.”

“So, you used to be a lap-dancer, eh?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, sitting on his lap.

“I can believe that, the way you can grind on a man’s cock.”

“I like pleasing you; you don’t get enough pleasure.” A new song began. “OK, I guess it’s time to show you my body.” She got up and danced slowly in front of him, swaying her hips from side to side and unzipping her dress at the back. When her dress came off, she asked him, “See anything different, sir?”

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I felt numb. Nothing came out of my mouth.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back of the platform. He took a cushion from a side table and placed it in front of the wooden pole. “Please kneel on it,” he told me.

My mind had stopped working. I did what he asked. I knelt on the cushion facing the crowd. The sole of my feet was touching the pole.

He moved to the side table and I turned to see him. He picked up a long white strip of what looked like a silk ribbon and came back to me.

Our eyes met for a second and I could see that any kind of resistance was pointless. This was a hard man with cold eyes. He would not stop to think twice before he hit me.

He held my ankles and pushed them together. I lost balance and nearly fell forward. I somehow balanced myself by placing both hands on the floor. The crowd jeered. He took the slippers out of my feet and threw them away. Then he grabbed my ankles and started tying them together with the ribbon.

I was in a trance. I was simply following his instructions. My mind had long since stopped asking questions.

He tied my ankles meticulously. I could see that he knew the craft. The ankles were all but immovable now, and yet it did not cut off circulation. He took another piece of ribbon and started tying my legs just beneath my knees. When he finished it my legs had become completely immobile.

“Sit down,” he ordered. I sat down on my knees. Immdiately the skirt slipped above my knees. My butt was resting on the ankles. It was difficult and uncomfortable. I tried to shift my weight but it did not help. He understood my discomfort and arranged the cushion to make it more comfortable for me. Then he moved to the back of me. From beyond the pole he grabbed my arms and pulled them towards him. There was a certain amount of force and my back slammed onto the wooden pole. He did not seem to notice.

He pulled my hands behind me untill my wrists met each other on the other side of the pole. It was not a thin pole and my hands were strained. To counteract the effect my body bent forward automatically and my hands slided a little up the pole. He pulled the two wrists forcefully together and started tying them with the ribbon. I tried to protest, but just as I opened my mouth the paltform was bathed in light. Startled, I looked around. There were four spotlights on the four corners and they had just been turned on.

The protest died in mouth as I saw two people mounting a camera at the front of the stage. One guy took position behind it and the other took a smaller hand-held camera and moved beyond me. They switched on the cameras and plugged in some wires and immediately two rectangles of light appeared on the wall in front of me. Within seconds moving images appeared and I could see myself on two giant screens. They were doing live projection!

The lights of the hall were dimmed and immediately the image was much clearer. In the semi darkness of the hall, the platform seemed to glow under the spotlights.

The man finished with my wrists and stood up. This could not be called comfortable anymore. I tried to bend forward more to give less strain on the arms. He stopped on his way to the table and came back towards me.

“Try to sit straight. That will be easier.” He told me. “Bending forward will make it worse.”

I tried to sit straight, but could not manage it properly. I was sitting in an unusual position and normal movements were not much possible anymore. “Sit straight,” he said, “You are still bending forward.”

I looked at him accusingly. It was easier said than done, I thought. He seemed to understand the look perfectly. But he just chuckled and moved away to the table. He came back shortly with some more ribbons and a blue cloth and knelt down in front of me.

He picked up the blue cloth and instantly I recognized it. They were the panties I was wearing since yesterday. The ones that I thought I had left on the bathroom floor for washing. Apparently I was mistaken. He rolled it into a ball and said, “Open your mouth please.”

I looked at him with utter shock. And then I revolted. The fun had gone too far. I have let them tie me to a pole and make me sit in a highly uncomfortable posture. I was sure my joints will be screaming in ten minutes. I may even…possibly under pressure…allow them to gag me. But definitely not with that. There were no ways I was going to take my used undergarment in my mouth.

I had only signed up for bukkake. This was not on the agenda.

“No,” I said. I almost spat out the word. Then I pressed my lips together. He looked at me with a curious expression and held my chin with his left hand. He pressed the side of my jaws with his fingers and immediately my mouth fell open. I was the one who was most surprized. He chuckled again and tried to push the panties into my mouth. With an almighty fore I pushed it out with my tongue. And closed my lips again.

He shook his head and put pressure on his fingers halkalı escort again. As soon as the mouth opened he tried to force the panties inside. I tried my tongue but it didn’t work. I violently shook my head from side to side and his grip slackened. I spat the panties out of my mouth, closed my lips again and looked up at him with a defiant expression.

For a split second I thought that he was going to slap me.

Instead he laughted out loudly. Then he simply simply held my nose between his left index finger and thumb and pressed them together. I could not breathe through my nose anymore and mouth was open again. He simply waited for a few seconds. This time I had to keep my mouth open. He chuckled and with his right hand unrolled the panties. As I watched he turned it inside out and rolled it in such a way that the elastic was inside and the crotch was forming the outside layer.

I understood perfectly. This was going to be a punishment for my resistance. Now the inside of my panties will be pressed against the inside of my mouth. In one fluid movement he released my nose and held my chin again and put pressure on his finger. Now effect was exactly opposite and I could not close my mouth. He waited till I had again started breathing through my nose and then forced the panties into my mouth. He took special care to see that the crotch was pressed flat against my tongue. He clasped his hand on my mouth to prevent me from throwing it out. Then in an instant he had taken the white ribbon and wrapped it round my mouth.

He made quite a few turns of the ribbon on my mouth. Finally he tied it in a knot at the back of my head. I was only vaguely aware of what he was doing. I felt nearly nausated. Now with the ribbon pressing tightly on my cheeks I could not turn or twist the panties in my mouth.

He pushed my head back against the pole. The hair bun worked as a cushion and saved it from being slammed. He took another ribbon and and tied it above the other one, this time the ribbon went all the way round the pole and finally he tied a knot behind the pole. Now my head was immovable too.

But I was hardly aware. My mind was on my tongue. I had no way to know which part of the panties was actually pressing against the tongue — if it was the front part or the back. I also concluded that it did not make much of a difference.

I came back to reality when he finally tightened the knot at the back of the pole. Now I was sitting very straight and my spine was flat against the pole. A small part of my overwhelmed mind acknowledged the fact that it was indeed easier on my arms this way. The strain seemed to be less than before.

Then he took the last piece of the ribbon and circled it around my waist. He tied my waist securely to the pole and then with the same ribbon tied my arms with the pole. Now my whole body had become immovable.

But as soon as he had tightened the ribbon round my waist, something else happened. Due to the pressure of the ribbon the t-shirt was pulled down about an inch from my neck. This sliding movement was instantly conveyed to my nipples through the lace of the bra. In a moment of horror I realized that my nipples were going to get hard. As soon as the process started, it got even faster as the steadily hardening nipples rubbed constantly against the lace. And as they were covered with only a thin layer of lace and the thin material of a white t-shirt, I knew as a certainty that they were going to show.

And how they showed! I had never seen my nipples protruding out like that. But it was bound to happen. The tight waistband of the skirt had made the t-shirt hug my breasts even more closely and with my arms pulled behind me, the breasts themselves were almost jutting out of my body. And to top it all the ultra-feminie feel of the lace bra had given my nipples one of the biggest erections ever.

The crowd had seen it clearly on the giant screen. Catcalls and whistles were coming from everywhere. I saw the camera zoom onto my chest. I blushed instinctively. It was a wrong thing to do as it only increased the noise from the crowd.

The man had stood up. He came round and looked at me. I looked up at him. I had to strain my eyes to look up as I could not move my head anymore. He chuckled. “Oh how I love the wide-eyed beauties!” he said leeringly. I immediately lowered my eyes. He walked on to the front of the platform and raised a hand. The noise stopped immediately.

“So the time has come,” he announced. “As you see, we have a very different flavor for you. We do not give you a bukkake girl but we present today…a bukkake lady!” The crowd jeered again. “So let me introduce our guest to you. She is a married lady and her name is Mrs. Dalehood.”

I froze.

“Mrs. Dalehood is the proud owner of a bookstore,” he said.

I tried to tell him to call me as Evelyn and then remembered that I was gagged.

“Oh! And her name is Evelyn. Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood.”

How could this happen? I had told başakşehir escort them categorically not to use this name. Didn’t they tell him?

This time I knew the answer. Of course they had told him. I could not believe that I had been such a fool. How could I be so stupid to show them all my weak spots? Then with a sinking feeling I realized that the name was not the only thing that I had told them. What are they going to do with the rest?

“Mrs. Dalehood is new to bukkake,” the man was saying. “She has never tried her hand in any such acts before. So guys, we have here a bukkake virgin!” The crowd whollered in unison. “Mrs. Dalehood is thirty-four and is married for six years. For the last two years her husband, Mr. Dalehood, has not been living with her. So you can say that Mrs. Dalehood has not had a lot of sex lately.”

Everytime he uttered the name, it stung me. But the situation was so completely beyond my control that I was — literally — bound to accept whatever they called me.

“Well well well…I won’t bore you anymore with my famous speeches.” He told the crowd and raised both arms into the air, “So guys…let the show begin!”

I saw many of the guys in front row pulling down their pants. Some were already naked. “Who was our First Shot Contest winner?” the man asked the crowd. A guy in the middle of the first row raised his hand. “There you are! Are you ready?” the man on the stage asked the guy in the front frow. He nodded. “Wonderful! Then the stage is set…and your sixty seconds of fame starts now!” the man laughed loudly and stepped down from the platform.

The first guy stepped onto the platform. He was fully naked and fully hard. He came onto me and stood right in front of me, holding and stroking his dick.

Time seemed to slow down. I looked at his dick in his hand. He stroked it and rubbed it untill it was throbbing. I forgot my surroundings as my eyes were riveted to the male organ in front of me. The tip was glistening and I clearly saw a drop of precum coming out. He gave a short jerk and the drop fell. It fell on the bare skin on my knees.

He grabbed it again and started stroking it. He was playing with me, I could see that. There was pin drop silence in the hall. Then another drop appeared at the tip. He took a step forward and gave a little jerk. The drop fell on my thighs. I tried to look down, but the gag stopped the motion and the my nearly swelled breasts blocked the view. Now he was stroking again.

And then I knew he was ready. I saw the head of the penis swelling and bloating. It was inches from my face. I stopped breathing. He moved to my right. There was electrical excitement in the hall. I saw a sea of eager faces waiting to see the first shot hit me.

Then I heard a moan from him and my eyes closed on their own. For a moment nothing happened. Then something warm and wet hit my right cheekbone. It was immediately followed by another spalsh that landed on the gag on my right cheek. Then I opened my eyes. It seemed he was through. He jerked his dick a few times and two drops of cum fell on my right shoulder.

He left amidst an ear shattering round of applause. I felt the cum dribble down from my cheekbones. It moved down for about an inch and then came in contact with the gag. I could not see but I guessed it got soaked by the fabric.

Another guy stepped onto the platform. The man in charge called out, “Same spot.” He nodded and came to my right. He was faster. I felt another wet splash on my cheekbone, but this time it was nearer to my right ear. It ran down to the gag and stopped.

“Next,” said the man and two guys stepped on simultaneously. They looked at each other, laughed out and stopped. “Go on!” the man said, “But one after the other please. And the same spot.”

The first of the two was a frail looking kid and he produced only one stream of cum which landed completely on the gag. The gag was so wet now that I could feel it against my cheek. The other one had moved beside me. He came in three perfect shots and all of them landed on the gag.

Now the gag was saturated beyond its capacity. It was soaked through and through its many layers. I immediately felt cum dribbling down to my jawbone. Eyes still closed I was ready for the cum to run down. when that did not happen, I opened my eyes. The slight movement of my head caused the cum to drop down straight from my jaw. It was too heavy to run. It landed on the top half of my right breast. I heard whistles from the crowd.

The fifth man was already standing in front of me. He moved to my right side and came immediately on my cheek. Even before he had time to turn away from me the sixth one was on the platform. He started cumming even before he had reached me. The last spurt cought me under my right ear. The warm cum started to run down the side of my neck. It reached the t-shirt and was soaked by it. At the same time I felt a dribble running down the front of my throat..

As kadıköy escort bayan the sixth guy left there was a short pause before the next man was ready. I realized that I was not breathing. I tried to take a long deep breath and found it impossible. The tight ribbon across my waist did not allow much expansion. I settled down for slow long breaths.

And then the smell hit me. It came in waves. For a few seconds all my senses were blinded. Then the memories came flooding. Once again I was 20 years old. I was lost in my mind. I could see myself kneeling on the floor and looking up at my boyfriend. I could almost feel his cum dropping on my face…

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and I came back to reality. I realized that my eyes were unfocused and my breathing had gone hard. My heaving chest was clearly cought by the camera. I tried to calm myself. Tried not to smell it.

Distraction came in the form of the seventh guy. “Left cheek now!” I heard. He planted himself steadily on my left side and within seconds let it fly. I felt the cum splashing on my gag on the left side. The next guy was a big man and he washed my left cheek with his cum. It immediately started to run down my cheek. Things were happening too fast for me and the ninth guy was already there. He moved a little behind me. I could not see him anymore. I tried to move my head but could not. I prepared myself for the shot. However it did not come for sometime. And then as soom as I had released my breath it hit me at the side of my neck.

The next three guys came one after the other and all of them came on my left cheek. “Twelve shots!” the man said. There was a short pause and the cameras zoomed on me. I could not stop myself from looking at the screen. My two cheeks were painted with cum. I could feel streams of cum running down my neck and the front of my throat. The t-shirt was slowly getting soaked. I saw on the screen that both my shoulders were splattered with drops of cum.

The smell was frightening. I could not keep it out anymore. And deep inside I knew that I did not want to keep it out. I wanted to smell it.

And I wanted to taste it.

“Number thirteen!” the man called. “Mouth and throat,” he told the man who had stepped on. He nodded and came to me. He stood right in front of me. His feet were on both sides of my thighs. The man with the handheld camera came to my side. But I was not looking at him. My eyes were glued to the penis only inches away from my face. It was pointing straight towards my mouth.

I was not in my senses anymore. It was not possible. I looked at his penis and I only wanted to taste it. I tried to raise my head towards it but it was not possible. He saw the movement and laughed. Then he moved one step closer and touched the tip of his penis on the gag on my lips. My eyes were fixed on his abdomen but I was not seeing anything. The only thing I felt was his dick rubbing on my mouth. His knee rubbed a few times against my breasts. And then he started throbbing. And before I knew it, his cum splashed on the gag.

Instinctively — an instinct I thought had died in me — I tried to swallow. But there was nothing to swallow. The movement in my throat was clearly shown on the screen. There was a deafening noise from the crowd. It subsided and then rose again. My eyes were tightly shut. I did not know which part of my body was on focus.

In a haze I became aware of the next guy coming to me. In a haze I felt another splash on my mouth. I fought to keep control, but I was loosing. The smell was burning in my nose. And I wanted to taste it in my mouth.

The fifteenth guy spurted on the base of my throat. Now my t-shirt was slowly getting soaked. The next three guys aimed at my throat from three sides. The second guy did it from the left and came in a huge quanitity. As I stopped to take breath the camera zoomed on my chest again. There was a huge wet spot on the t-shirt underneat my left shoulder. The t-shirt was plastered against my skin and the strap of the bra was clearly visible. I thought I could understand the purpose of a white t-shirt now.

But the thought was driven out of my mind as three more guys lined up in front of me. They came one after the other. All of them aimed straight for my mouth and they gave out big loads. Cum was dripping heavily from my chin onto my breasts. But I was totally oblivious to that. The only thing I was aware of was the smell.

I desperately wanted to taste it. There were loads on cum just beyond my lips and I could not reach it. The gag was so tight that it was impossible to part my lips. And then the panties had left no room for tongue movement.

I knew I was loosing it. I was oscillating between sanity and insanity. In bouts of insanity I only wanted to hold a dick…hold it, feel it, lick it. When I was more composed I would be aware of all the people looking at me and how cum was dripping from my face. When the twenty second guy stepped up to me I struggled against the bonds to reach upto him. When he had come on my left shoulder and left I had a curious feeling. I felt grateful that I was tied. This made me unable to do anything. I could not even imagine what I would do if I had the freedom of movement. I did not want to think about it.

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I think the well-being of the international Black community would be much improved if Black men and Black women simply learned to communicate with one another. My name is Dhakiyah Falak Dawson. I was born and raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The only daughter of an immigrant mother originally from the City of Mogadishu in the nation of Somalia. Oh, and I’m bisexual. What I’m about to tell you is deeply confidential information. I could lose my head for this. Psych! I’m just messing with you. This tale took place during my sophomore year at Carleton University, shortly after I decided to get serious with my boyfriend Amir Abdul-Hamid. A little background info about myself before we get to the important stuff, if you please.

The life of a young Black woman in Canada is never easy. Seriously. We all got stereotypes about ourselves which we must face daily. I stand six feet tall, slim but curvy where it counts, with medium brown skin and long Black hair. People say I resemble the African-American singer Alicia Keys, only with tennis champion Serena Williams booty. I don’t take these statements as a compliment because I am my own woman. I am Dhakiyah, not some amalgamation of Black female celebrities from America. Anyhow, where was I? Most of my life, I grew up hearing negative things about Black men, especially the ones from the Muslim world. My mother, Atifah Falak emigrated from the nation of Somalia when she was twenty, and pregnant with me. She gave birth at Ottawa’s Civic Hospital on the first day of February 1988. Making me as Canadian as maple syrup.

My mother left my father Ahmed Falak in Somalia because he was a control freak and an abusive guy. Shortly after she arrived in Canada, my mother met Eric Dawson, a handsome Irish accountant originally from the City of Galway, Ireland. Fast forward a few years and they got married. My mother took Dawson’s family name, and gave birth to twin daughters, Isabel and Soraya. My mother renounced her Islamic faith and embraced Catholicism, Eric Dawson’s religion. To Somali folks living in the Confederation of Canada as well as Somalia, a Somali woman converting to Christianity to marry a white guy would seem scandalous. However, my mother did it because she loved Eric and also because she was fed up with the controlling men of the Muslim world. Thus, I was brought up Catholic. Growing up, I often heard my mother warning me never to marry a Somali guy. According to her, Somali guys were all abusive and controlling. They claimed to be following Islam by asserting their control over Somali women but my mother thought it was all bullshit. By some miracle my mother was spared the nightmare of female genital mutilation, but she knew countless Somali women who suffered that grisly fate. That’s why my mother fled to Canada, where she married a white guy and became a Canadian citizen. While I was horrified by the nightmarish situation of women in Somalia, I refused to believe that all men from that country were monsters hell-bent on controlling the women in their lives. That seemed like an overly easy classification to me. There had to be some exceptions to that rule.

Living in the City of Ottawa, I attend a Catholic school and had mostly white friends. My mother was friends with several African women who defied their families and social customs by marrying white males in the Confederation of Canada. Most of my mother’s female friends came from continental Africa and had non-Black husbands. I found it funny that my mother detested my friend Adam’s father Joel McCain, a Jamaican-born and Ottawa-based corporate lawyer who married a white policewoman from Orleans. Apparently, Black women with white husbands couldn’t stand Black men with white wives. These two interracial couples simply did NOT get along. White men with Black wives still bristled at the sight of Black men with white wives. The sheer kadıköy escort hypocrisy of people in interracial relationships boggles the mind. Seriously. It’s a good thing that I was never into white guys because I would have ended up exactly like my mother. The last thing I wanted to be was one of those bitter Black women who worshiped whiteness and loathed their own race. In spite of my parents best efforts, I grew up with nothing but love for my African brothers and sisters.

When I came to Carleton University, I finally felt free. Even though my parents were only an hour away in the Ottawa suburb of Barrhaven, I felt like I could do anything. I opted to live in a small apartment near the Saint Laurent Mall, twenty minutes from the Carleton University campus. I chose to study business administration at Carleton because I grew up in a mostly English environment. Most of the French Canadian brats coming out of the many high schools in the City of Ottawa opted for the University of Ottawa, a fully bilingual school. Some went to La Cite Collegiale, an exclusive French college in the town of Orleans, Ontario. I always found French Canadians to be whiners so I didn’t want to study at a school full of them. The Canadian government gives a ton of money to the Province of Quebec every year because they’re always threatening to separate from the rest of Canada. If you ask me, Canada is better off without Quebec. Anyhow, I digress. Where was I?

Oh, yes. I was telling you about my dear Amir Abdul-Hamid. The first time I saw him inside the Carleton University library, I thought he was fine as hell. At least six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and well-built, with dark brown skin, curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. I knew he was Somali just from looking at him. Imagine my surprise when I found out he didn’t speak the Somali language at all. Amir Abdul-Hamid was an international student at Carleton University. Although he was born in Somaliland, he had been adopted by a white couple in the City of London, England. Luther and Annabelle Wellington adopted Amir Abdul-Hamid and raised him as their own. Amir held British citizenship, and he was raised in the Anglican faith. Wow. A Somali male raised in the Christian faith. Now I’ve seen everything!

Amir seemed ill at ease with the Somali students at Carleton University. Many Somali girls at the school noticed him but didn’t know what to make of him either. He had a silver cross around his neck, symbol of the Christian religion. He wasn’t raised Muslim. Also, he didn’t speak any Somali or Arabic. Oh, and he walked around with Carleton University women’s rugby player Beatrice O’Malley, a red-haired white chick from the City of Calgary, Alberta. Home of the rednecks of Canada. I found Amir uniquely cute and appealing. And I was determined to catch this tasty fish for myself. I approached him one afternoon inside the University Center. He was sitting at a table, sipping on a Pepsi. His paramour Beatrice was nowhere to be found. Good. I introduced myself, and asked him about himself. Amir seemed really shy at first, but I got him to loosen up. He opened up to me after finding out that I was raised in Ottawa and practiced Catholicism, the faith of my adoptive father Eric Lawson. Also, I didn’t speak a lick of Somali or Arabic. I was a Canadian-born Somali female Christian sitting next to a Somali-born Christian male raised in England. How about that? We were definitely unique.

Our conversation was rudely interrupted by Beatrice O’Malley. The tall, butch-looking redhead glared at me when she saw me talking to her man. Amir had a guilty look on his face as he introduced me to Beatrice. Beatrice sat down, bristling. I could tell that she didn’t like me. A lot of white females across Canada and America feel that Black males are their own personal sex toys. They get really territorial around Black women taksim escort when they see us eyeballing ‘their’ men. I smiled coldly at Beatrice as I continued talking to Amir about the Christian faith and its growing influence in traditionally Muslim countries such as Lebanon and Iran. I’ve always been proud of my Christian faith. To me, Islam had way too many restrictions. It’s the most oppressive religion of all if you’re a woman. I’m not just saying that because of my mother but because I’ve done my research.

Women should always do their research before changing their religion to please the man they’re with. One white female Muslim convert who traveled to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia with her Saudi-born husband has been stuck there ever since because the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia denies women freedom of movement without the expressed permission of either their fathers or their husbands. That’s one of the most basic tenets of Sharia Law. Walking around the big cities of Canada, I smile pityingly at non-Muslim Canadian women I see dating Muslim guys from Africa and the Middle East. If they only knew these men’s true views of women’s rights. They would shudder in revulsion and flee. After our talk, Beatrice and Amir left, and Amir smiled wistfully at me and wished me a good day. Beatrice shot me a cold look as they walked away. I smiled, knowing what she feared. The fact that Amir was mine for the taking. I could tell by the look on his eyes that he was fascinated by me.

That night, I added Amir Abdul-Hamid on Facebook. The next day, we met inside the campus library to study. I got to know him much better. Amir was a really nice, friendly guy. Being raised in England by a white couple turned him into a decent, friendly and open-minded guy as far as religion and women’s rights was concerned. He found Middle-Eastern’s men treatment of women to be appalling. Also, he was a staunch Christian who proclaimed his faith everywhere he went. He stunned me by declaring that he was actually waiting for marriage before having sex. A fact that annoyed his girlfriend Beatrice O’Malley, who wanted to ‘jump his bones’. Wow. Amir is a virgin, eh? Now I’ve seen everything. Seducing him away from Beatrice was going to be easier than I thought. My plan worked like a charm. I went everywhere with him, always taking up his attention and making sure he didn’t have much time for Beatrice. After a month of this, she dumped him. Game, set and match. A distraught Amir turned to me, and I comforted him. Am I good or what?

Amir was a really cool guy, but sexually he seemed clueless. I kissed him in the back of the library one time and he just froze. I was growing frustrated with him. I’m by no means a virgin. I’ve been sleeping with girls and guys for a while. By far I prefer men. They’re naughtier. Women are boring. Still, I wondered if Amir was too much of a good Christian to lust after my sexy body like a good man should. I looked inside his computer, and what I found amazed me. The guy had enough porn stashed away to satisfy an entire army! And what kinky porn! Ninety percent of them involved female domination scenarios. Women spanking men. Women beating men with belts and whips. Women doing men with strap-on dildos. Wow. Amir is a naughty bastard, eh? I confronted him with the evidence of his misdeeds. That’s when he tried to deny it. He even claimed his roommate was responsible for it. I looked inside his computer history. The guy had been accessing female domination porn since 2009. Amir broke down and confessed that he was turned on by ‘female dominance’ porn and didn’t know how to stop. I smiled and gently kissed him on the lips. Ask and you shall receive, my brother.

I took Amir home, and told him I could ‘take care’ of him. And I did not disappoint. Once we got to my apartment near Saint Laurent Mall, I stripped to my bra and panties. I başakşehir escort bayan admired myself in the mirror as I donned my shiny, ebony-colored and totally awesome, vibrating strap-on dildo. I surprised the hell out of Amir in the living room. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw me. I smiled naughtily, and told him to come to me. Amir hesitated, but I promised him a wonderful time. And I did not disappoint. Fear and lust dueled in Amir’s mind. Lust won over fear. My sexy man joined me in the bedroom, and we did our thing. Amir stripped to his boxers, rewarding my hungry eyes with the sight of his sexy body. He was hot as hell. Great shoulders, well-cut abs, solid arms, great legs and a nice round ass. I like a brother with a nice ass. And Amir had an ass this horny sister wanted to bite. Hmmm.

I stood there, running my hands through his curly hair as he knelt before me and sucked my strap-on dildo. I looked in the mirror, admiring our reflections as he sucked me off. Amir sucked the dildo with gusto. Hmmm. He seems pretty good at this for a first-timer. I stopped him, and then went down on him. I took Amir’s big dick in my mouth. To my immense surprise, Amir was uncircumcised. I’ve been with a few uncut guys before but they were mostly Afro-Brazilian guys from Toronto. I had never heard of an uncircumcised Somali guy. Amir told me that his British adoptive parents didn’t believe in circumcision. How cool is that? I kind of like uncut guys. They have really sensitive cocks that are fun to play with. Let’s see if Amir meets my standards. I flicked my tongue over his cock after pulling back the foreskin and I sucked his balls. Amir moaned in pleasure as I went down on him. I guess it was his first blowjob because he came pretty quick. I drank his cum. He tasted hot and salty. Hmm. I had never been with a Somali man before, and I’m a Somali-Canadian woman. The brother tasted wonderful.

Afterwards came the time to get strapping. Amir was understandably nervous but I promised him I’d be gentle. And I was. I put him on his back and raised his legs in the air. I put on gloves before lubricating his asshole with Aloe Cream and then fingering his ass. Then I gently pressed the tip of the dildo against his ass and stopped. Looking him in the eyes, I asked him if he was ready for me. Amir nodded. Gently, I eased the dildo inside of him. Amir grunted as I penetrated him, but other than that he seemed fine. I took my sweet time as I worked the dildo into his asshole. Slowly but surely I worked most of it up there. Amir seemed uncomfortable at first, but really enjoyed himself as I began earnestly fucking him with my strap-on dildo. He stroked his cock as I fucked him and I swear it got bigger and harder as I pushed the dildo deeper into his ass. I suddenly realized why. Men’s G-spot is located in their butts, near the prostate gland. The more stimulated it gets, the more turned on they become. I fucked Amir good, sinking the dildo into the depths of his virgin asshole. He screamed. He howled. He came. And he absolutely loved what I did to him.

A little while later, Amir and I kissed passionately. I picked up a condom and put it on his dick, then hopped on for a ride. Again Amir was nervous and I had to guide him through it. I was actually the one who inserted his hard dick in my pussy, believe it or not. Once he was inside of me he began fucking me with vigorous thrusts. The guy might be new to sex but his male instincts kicked in and he knew just what to do. I’m happy to say that Amir did not disappoint in the sack, folks. My sweet and sexy man fucked me good. We went at it for hours, in several different positions. We had a lot of fun together. I’ve got a lot to teach him but I know it’s going to be fun. He’s such a promising student when it comes to all things sexual. Amir left my pussy pleasurably sore after a night of hot sex. I can’t wait till I can get him in my bed again. And again. I’m so glad I met him. We’re going to be amazing together! By showing the world that modern-day Somalis are open-minded about sexuality and religion, that we value gender equality and self-expression, and we’re fun together.

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Steve rocked back and forth in the chair as the sweat beaded up on his forehead. He was abducted by a gang hours before. They were trying to find his brother Stu, who owed them a lot of money. They took a video of him tied to the chair and sent it by a messenger. They left him there bound and gagged and told him that if they did not hear from him, when they got back they would deal with him in instead.

He pulled on his aching arms and tried to move his legs, but the real problem was he needed to piss and needed to badly. The sweat dripping down from his forehead was burning his eyes and the duct tape over his mouth only added to his discomfort. Suddenly he heard the clicking of feet against the floor as it echoed off the brick walls. He struggled to turn his head to see who was approaching but could not. He listened intently as the steps grew closer and closer and then stood in front of him.

Steve looked up to see a dark haired female in a tight leather outfit glaring down at him.

“The boys asked me to drop by and check on you. Got to make sure you have not loosened up these roped too much. No word from your lowlife brother I am afraid, so it looks like you will be a while longer,” the female growled as she felt the tension of the ropes that bound him.

“MMMPPHHH,” Steve groaned through the tape over his mouth. The spasms in his bladder were kicking in and he was afraid of pissing himself at any minute when she grinned and crossed her arms as she stood in front of him. Seeing the sweat covering his body she went to a nearby cooler and came back with a plastic bottle of water.

“I’m going to take the tape off enough to başakşehir escort let you drink this. Don’t try anything stupid. Just because I am a girl does not mean that I can’t fuck you up,” she remarked as she began peeling the duct tape from his mouth.

He let out an audible gasp as the fresh air sunk into his mouth. “Please, I need to use the toilet…real bad,” he groaned.

“Too bad honey,” she remarked as she put the bottle against his mouth. Drink it, and I mean all of it. I am not taking shit for you being dehydrated.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Steve blurted out. I gotta pee. Come on let me go. I am going to piss myself,” He snorted as she began pouring the contents into his mouth. He chocked as the stream of the water began cascading down his throat. He had no choice but to drink it. When he finished he was nearly in tears.

“I’m not letting you up, but you can let a little out to relieve the pressure if you want. That is my offer take it or leave it!” she hissed as she tossed the empty bottle aside.

“Ohhh..Please…let me go to the bathroom,” he groaned, his voice shaky with desperation.

She slapped him firmly across the face. “Stop whimpering dick head. I told you. Let a little out. Do it now!!

She watched the agonizing look form on his face and grinned triumphantly at the control she had over him. She stared at the crotch of his Grey slacks and beamed sadistically as a small dark patch began to form. She could hear the faint hissing sound and was determined not to give him too much relief.

“That’s enough!” she yelled. She heard him gasp as he struggled to cut off the flow from his clamoring kadıköy escort bladder. “That should hold you for a while,” she grinned and walked over to him and placed the duct tape back over his mouth.

“You’re not too bad of a looker baby,” she growled in a husky voice as she paced around him. “I hope the boys find your brother and make him pay. I would hate to think what they might do to you if they don’t,” she cooed as she leaned over and began to undo the buttons on his white shirt one at a time.

She had loosened her top enough to expose her tits to him, and the fact that she was not wearing a bra. The scent of her perfume and the sight of her bare breasts caused his dick to harden a little and begin twitching inside his slacks.

She pulled the shirt apart to reveal his bare chest. “Mmmmm. Very nice,” she remarked as she ran her hands over his chest and along his stomach, teasing him to more hardness and grinning at the sight of his pants tenting by his erection.

“My, my. What is this?” she remarked as she ran her hand over his hardened cock. One minute you are begging me to let you piss and the next minute you’re stiff as a board.” “I don’t really think I can believe you anymore,” she teased as she began loosening his belt.

She unsnapped the slacks and pulled them down to his knees. “Naughty boy, peeing yourself. You should be ashamed,” she teased as she worked them over his hard dick and pulled them down to his knees as well.

She gripped his dick in the palm of her hand and began slowly stroking it. “I’ve always heard that men can’t pee if they have a hard on. Now I get esenyurt escort bayan to find out. I am going to keep that dick of yours rock hard for awhile. If you don’t fuck up and cum I might let you piss when I am done playing with it,” she threatened.

She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was still in misery, desperate to pee again, but she was enjoying toying with him. She played with his balls, and listened to the excited moans as the pre-cum began building on the head of his cock. She edged him to the brink of orgasm then stopped. Walking away to let the swelling go down and then seeing the desperate need to pee wash over him again before repeating the process all over.

When the swelling went down the next time she came over and sat on his lap, grinding herself into him as he fought to hold his pee in.

“Please…I…can’t hold it!” he groaned in a desperate plea. She laughed at his dilemma as she rose to her feet and unzipped her leather outfit. Letting it fall the floor she stood butt naked in front of him. He gasped at the sight of the sensual body and immediately his cock sprang back to life. She straddled him and lowered her pussy inches above his throbbing member then began pissing on it.

Her warm piss cascading over his cock was too much and he began shooting thick globs of cum into the air as he moaned deliriously. After she had emptied her bladder on him she rose back to her feet, leaned over and took his piss soaked cock into her hands and aimed it at his stomach.

“Now you can pee,” she ordered. His body shook as the powerful stream erupted and began soaking him thoroughly. She laughed him to scorn as she dressed and began walking away.

“You can’t just leave me like this!” he sputtered as she faded behind him.

He listened until there was nothing but silence. He looked down at his cock dripping the last drops of piss and hung his head in shame.

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