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** Advisory — contains both hetero and same sex acts. You might want to bail out now if that offends you. All sex depicted is between story characters who are 18 or older.**

1

The first girl I ever fucked was during my freshman year in college, shortly after I turned 18. I had no game whatsoever, and thought I’d be a virgin forever, but at a party in one of the women’s dorms, my horde of wingmen (who felt personally offended if any guy in the dorm remained a virgin and thus sullied the honor of our dorm) spotted a girl who was giving me the eye. I said, “Nah, she’s not interested.”

They rolled their eyes at my naivete and gave me a hard shove in her direction.

She insisted I remember her name – Julie. It was really important to her that she not be a nameless fuck – apparently guys forgetting her name happened a lot. She was almost as drunk as I was, and a year older. Soon we meandered back to my dorm room and I clumsily fucked her, no emotion or meaning to it. I felt really empty after, like, this is all there is to that? The fuck?

She left with my neighbor across the hall, since he had a car and I didn’t. He was a long haired druggy musician with the stage name Jay Rapp, who fucked her in his car on the drive back to her place.

The next day my arsehole dormie “friends” treated me like a hero in the dorm cafeteria, while I smiled at their celebration and kept feeling empty and used.

2

My French-Vietnamese GF had, the first time she was alone in my apartment, secretly bugged my computer so she could read every key stroke I typed. This was a hard fail for a drama free life, but she was literally a Drama major at the college she attended and lived for that shite, so about once a month she’d smoke a lot more weed than usual and cut off sex for several days of weeping and recriminations. Then we’d have angry, emotionally scarred make up sex.

Once I fucked her pussy so hard and often that it got sore, so in desperation I switched holes. I flung her on her hands and knees and shoved her face down, her sexy big booty and thighs sticking up in the air, looking over her shoulder with this horny Fuck Me look in her tear filled eyes. I rubbed lube on her butthole and slid my cockhead up and down her crack until I couldn’t hold off any longer. I started pushing at her tight hole, slowly shoving inside.

“No,” she said. “Please don’t.”

I was pretty sure she was feigning reluctance, but I didn’t fucking care considering all she’d put me through. Plus she was making these amazing squeaky high Asian pornstar sounding ‘OMFG that feels so hot keep fucking me’ noises that undercut the verbal narrative. I slapped her sexy phat ass hard, punishing her, as I came so fucking hard, shooting pent up cum into her asshole.

3

I’d been chatting online with a married guy who lived nearby, exchanging dirty talk, thinking we’d never act on any it. He invited me over one day when both our wives were out for hours. After a couple of beers we were standing around talking about whether fucking a guy’s ass would feel any different than fucking a woman’s hole. Suddenly he dropped his shorts and bent over the back of his couch, silently looking at me.

I wasn’t sure I could go through with it, but my heart was pounding like mad and my cock got really hard.

“You can try,” he said. “If you want.”

As if in a dream, I found myself taking off my shorts and lining my cock up against his hole. It was already slick with lube, and I realized he had readied for me before I arrived. He reached behind and spread his cheeks open. I pushed so hard at his tight entrance my cock started to bend, as he grunted in pain.

“Fuuuuck,” he said. “You’re so big.”

When I paused, he told me to keep going, so I pushed forward as he pushed back, and my cockhead broke through his ring. He was moaning in pain but still backing his hips up to help get fucked. I grabbed and yanked his hair and slapped his ass as I slid balls deep inside.

He spread his legs wider apart for me and told me to fuck him rough, do whatever I wanted, whatever got me off cause he’d love to take it.

I fucked his ass harder and faster until I said I was gonna cum .

“Take me,” he said. “Make me your bitch.”

I spurted inside him until I’d drained my balls. Then I put on Temelli Escort my clothes while he looked at me with my cum dripping out of his ass, like he maybe wanted more. But I’d gotten off, so I left.

I saw him once after that, sitting next to what appeared to be his wife, in the bleachers on the other side of the gym at a basketball game that both our girls were playing in. Our eyes briefly met, then flickered away like nothing had happened.

4

I answered an ad online from a guy who said a cocksucker was coming over in a bit and would I like to join him. I started to get hard at the thought and said yes, but when I arrived it was just him waiting outside.

After a while when no one else showed up he said, “Hey, let’s go up to my apartment and wait there.”

But when we got there, no one else showed. He finally took my hand and placed it on the outside of his shorts so I could feel his stiffening cock, and asked me to just rub it a bit. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but he lightly brushed his fingers against the outline of my cock. I was feeling really horny, and it felt kinda hot touching him like that and watching it get hard.

Soon he unzipped his shorts and his erect cock sprang free. I gripped and squeezed it and rubbed my thumb over the precum oozing out of his mushroom head. It felt surreal, how the hell did this happen, especially after he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed down.

He whispered, “Get on your knees.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this as I sank down and let him rub his cock coated with precum across my lips.

“You can do it,” he said, “you’re the cocksucker I asked for in the ad.”

“No, that’s not me.”

He just grinned and gently put his hand on the back of my head and slowly slid the tip into my mouth. He whispered, “Suck it, cocksucker.”

I was turned on by how dirty that sounded. I let him push the head inside, and he told me how to lick and suck and tease him. I gave in and did everything he asked for.

He told me, “Look him in the eyes, I wanna watch while I cum in your mouth.”

My eyes went wide, and I gave him this pleading look. “Don’t do that. Please.”

He grabbed my head and grunted and said, “Here it cums. Take it, bitch.”

He shot what must have been a week’s load in my mouth, salty and and thick.

“Be a good cocksucker and swallow.”

… and god help me I did, on my knees with a stranger’s softening prick in my mouth, his hands gently stroking my hair as I sucked the last bit of cum out.

5

The best lap dance I ever had was back when they only cost $5 a song. I was nursing a beer at a strip club near my seedy apartment in Ballard, in what was at the time one of the dodgier neighborhoods in Seattle, before it gentrified and became nosebleed expensive. I kept saying no to the girls trying to get me to do more than just go up to the stage and have breasts rubbed into my face and whatnot for a buck tip. But then a young black girl with Afro Puffs, super cute, just sat down in my lap without asking, assuming the sale.

She whispered in my ear, “You’re such a sexy guy. So tall and handsome.”

“I’m not doing lap dances.”

“That’s OK. You smell soo good. I just want to look into your sexy eyes.” Her pupils were wide open. She put my hand on her panties, then said to pull them aside and feel how wet I made her. Her pussy lips were soaking wet, and she straddled my hips and started giving me a lap dance. She told me, “Give my nipples a lick. Do you like my nipples?”

“Fuck yeah. I love your dark skin.” Her skin was musky and smelled oh so good.

“You can suck them,” she murmured.

I looked nervously around the dark club. Guys were staring at us, this interracial pair doing forbidden things. Fuck it, I thought, and started sucking as she moaned softly.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh god, yes.”

I felt her nipple harden as I sucked. The song ended and I said, “I don’t wanna stop, but I don’t have much money.”

“I shouldn’t do this, but I’m really into you. For twenty you can do naughty things for as long as you want. Just don’t tell anyone or I could get fired.”

I couldn’t stop, her dark brown breasts soft against my face, and her pussy lips so wet. So I nodded yes and she leaned down and Temelli Escort Bayan softly kissed my lips, which no stripper ever was supposed to do, because that was way too intimate. But she kissed me again and told me to stick my finger inside her. She gasped as I slid it inside her.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Deeper.”

And this went on dance after dance, until I was almost ready to cum in my pants. And like a fool I didn’t get her number after, thinking it was just business. Even though, in retrospect, I’m pretty sure she wanted me as a boyfriend given the intimacies she’d allowed. I went home alone and jacked off, remembering her, the first of many such times over decades.

And being entirely fucking clueless, I waited several more decades, got married and divorced, before I started dating black women and rediscovered the fireworks and passion that had been waiting for me all along.

6

The first time I fucked a black girl, a really sexy and thick girl, we were talking and kissing. Finally she stood up and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. I laid her on her back and licked her pussy a while. Her pussy smelled and tasted so good.

Eventually, with a sexy smoky voice like a fallen angel, she said, “That’s enough. Fuck me. I’m ready.”

So I rolled her over and spread her ginormous booty cheeks apart and gave her dark musky pussy lips a few more licks. Then I grabbed hold of her astonishingly wide phat hips, her skin a light caramel color verging on vanilla. She was so fucking sexy despite me being told all my life that a big girl couldn’t be hot. Who knew?

I fucked her moist tight young pussy while she moaned and urged me to cum inside her, which I did, spurting while grabbing her soft padded hips and thrusting as deep inside her as I could. Not wanting or even able to stop — heedless raw primal attraction, no cerebral cortex needed.

7

The first time I fucked Jan happened at her apartment. I grabbed her tiny skinny Japanese body and hoisted her up onto the countertop in her kitchen. I licked her pussy while she moaned insatiably, cumming over and over. The phone kept ringing, her best friend trying to get her to stop, to stop fooling around with a married man. Like anyone could tell Jan what to do.

I picked her up with her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck and staggered into her bedroom, damn near whacking her head on the overhead air duct. I tossed her on the bed, literally flung her through the air, her eyes lighting up with wicked pleasure at being manhandled. I tried to flip her over into doggy style, my favorite position.

“No,” she said. “I only do missionary.”

I looked at her, puzzled. What is she, a secret Mormon? Since when is she vanilla about anything?

She must have read my expression. “My butt. It’s so flat and skinny. I’d be self-conscious about you looking at it.”

“I love your butt. And everything else about you.”

She gave me her patented ‘Nobody Fucks With Jan Unless It’s Actual Fucking’ stare.

I got her warmed up by licking her pussy while she came nonstop like a string of firecrackers, her usual sexual voracity, then climbed between her muscular thighs and fucked her like a jackhammer while she moaned with delight at the roughness, until I came too. I thought I was done, but after I’d given her another string of nonstop orgasms from licking, she gave me the most skilled blowjob in my life, got me hard again and told me to pull out and cum on her face. And she kneeled and took the spurts all over her face and black short silky hair. Three marathon hours later and innumerable orgasms on her part, to my surprise I came for the fourth time that day, just a little bump of an orgasm because she’d wrung virtually all the cum out of me the previous three times.

I finally had to beg off from servicing her insatiable appetite for orgasms, since my lips and tongue were abraded and sore. So we smoked some weed and cuddled, while I wondered what the fuck was wrong with her husband that she’d left – the husband who slept with his secretary, half Jan’s age. Did he completely misread her personality, or just not believe her when she repeatedly told him she had a ‘One Strike And You’re Out’ rule about cheating on her?

I mentally shrugged. Can’t Escort Temelli fix stupid.

8

The first time I sucked a cock, a married Asian guy invited me over to his townhouse. We met downstairs in his dimly lit garage, his wife allegedly inside, so we had to be quiet. I was a bit scared because I had never done this, but he whispered sexy things in my ear until he convinced me to get on my knees and he took out his small penis.

He talked dirty about how good it would feel if I let him fuck my mouth, and so I reluctantly let him, then not so reluctantly. To my surprise, in under a minute he grunted softly, his face contorted with trying to be quiet and not alert his wife, and hot warm cum filled my mouth.

It was salty and a bit bitter, but before I could spit it out he told me to swallow in this sexy growly voice, and I was so turned on I complied. I milked the last of the cum out of his cock,, then he hustled me out of his garage and I drove away.

I naively thought we might get together again, too inexperienced to recognize a sexual thrill junky, always chasing that first time high.

9

The first time I got fucked in the ass was by this divorced Latino guy who was living with a male lover who was out for the afternoon. He invited me over and we sat on his couch talking about what turned us on, then he took me by the hand into his bedroom and I role played I was a cheerleader begging him not to fuck my pussy because I was a virgin.

So he roughly shoved me to my knees and told me to suck his cock instead, and when he got really hard he told me to get in position doggystyle and he would fuck my pussy. I made him put on a condom and then pleaded with him, “Don’t fuck my pussy, fuck my ass instead so I can remain a virgin.”

He fucked me. It hurt at first and it felt weirdly full with his dick shoving into my ass, and I thought of asking him to stop. But I was turned on by how aroused he was.

“Are you a lil slutty cheerleader who likes taking it up the ass?”

“Yeah. Fuck me hard.”

“Take my hard dick, bitch.”

Finally he grunted and came, then lay on my back panting for breath.

A bit later he had me lay on my back, and he straddled my face and facefucked me roughly until he came again.

I was laying there thinking how hot it felt being fucked like a women, and wanted to stay a bit longer.

“Get out,” he said.

“What?”

“My roommate will be back soon. You gotta go. Like, now.”

10

The first time I fucked Racist Rachel’s mom, we met on a blind date at a dive bar, on the second floor of a rundown building on Airport road in Austin. Barflys – that was the name. Rachel wasn’t actually racist, she was just the only blond girl — hell, only white girl — in her entire grade at school. And she was absurdly, over the top smoking hot, and had this boyfriend, also model handsome, who she would verbally fight with. And break up with. And get back together again the same day, sometimes more than once in a single day.

Teenagers.

Racist Rachel’s mom had snuck out in the dead of night with her daughter and a suitcase apiece and fled her abusive husband in Maine, no forwarding address. Just fucking abandoned everything to get away from him.

After Racist Rachel’s mom invited me back to her apartment on that first date, we made out on the thrift store couch in their really dodgy rundown apartment right by all the traffic tearing by on the I35 freeway. Then we went into her bedroom and smoked a lot of weed.

I ran my hand over her skin. “Feels like teeny lightning bolts shooting from my body to yours.”

“Mmm. Yeah. Keep stroking me like that.”

She put my hand under her skirt to feel her soaking wet pussy, and confessed that she hadn’t had sex since she left her husband months ago, and that he was only the second man she’d ever had sex with. She said she was nervous and feeling awkward, but so fucking horny.

After I’d gone down on her a bit she told me she really liked me and was ready, but I had to be gentle. I had to not be her husband in any way. So I got on top, missionary style, and fucked her until she rolled me over and got on top and rode me cowgirl style, rubbing her clit, until I came super hard. Then she came, too.

I sleepily cuddled her as she cried a bit and then laughed with tears in her eyes, relieved that sex could be good again — instead of pretty much just being raped by her husband. We groggily told each other the thumbnail versions of our life stories as we drifted off to sleep, two not quite strangers finding solace in a warm, non empty bed.

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I was so hard walking through the mall with her that I could barely walk upright. My penis felt like a steel rod pressing up against the silky panties she had given me to wear. The silk felt absolutely amazing against my junk and the lace leg bands were tickling the inside of my legs, and all this combined with her promise of a sensual blowjob later was keeping me rock hard.

After going through several clothes stores where of course I bought her whatever she wanted she gave me a look of lust as we entered another. We slowly moved across the store she was looking at various items. Once we were only a few feet from the entrance to the fitting rooms she took my arm and pulled me into one.

Once inside with the door shut behind us she gave me a look of pure lust. I didn’t think it was possible but seeing that look made my dick even harder and throb a couple of times. Without a word she reached out and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to my ankles where I kicked them out of the way. Next, she forced my shirt over my head and down onto the floor to join the shorts.

I now stood in front of this girl in nothing but a pair of bright pink silk and lace panties sporting a very very prominent erection. I should have been embarrassed but at that point I was too horny to care.

She Kayaş Escort eyed my bulging erection with a look of lust and satisfaction on her face. The silk of the panties was thin and stretchy enough and my penis so hard you could just about make out every detail of it. Every blood vessel that was fully pumped full of blood at present and every ridge and contour was easily visible.

“Very nice. Very nice indeed.” she purred before reaching out and pressing her finger on one side of my penis and drawing up. The sensation was unreal even though she hadn’t actually touched my erection she caused the silk to stretch across my shaft almost like she did. I let out an involuntary moan in response.

She gave me a sly grin before almost whispering to me, “You trying to get us caught baby?!”

I was a little embarrassed but said, “I couldn’t help it that felt way too good.”

She gave me a wicked grin before saying, “Well we’re going to have to fix that. I don’t think you want to get caught wearing frilly panties.” With that she reached under her skirt and pulled off the panties she had on. Watching this made my raging hardon twitch a couple of times inside my panties.

“These should help keep you quiet. Open up panty boy.” I was way too far gone Kayaş Escort Bayan to even try to resist at this point, so I opened my mouth, and she stuffed her silky black panties in.

Once I was gagged with her panties, she lowered me down on the edge of the small bench inside the fitting room. I was sitting on the bench, but my crotch was over the edge to where she had full access to it.

After giving me another wicked smirk, she got down on her knees leveling herself with my bulging panties and traced around each side of my hardon like she had the first time. Then she began to trace my penis directly through a bit more gently. After tracing my shaft several times with her fingers, she did the same with her long fingernails. This was even more unreal than the tracing and my dick started twitching in response.

“Somebody is really worked up down here.” she said in a teasing voice letting up and allowing my erection to simmer down for a second.

After letting me simmer she moved lower and began to tickle my balls. I didn’t think that I could have gotten any harder in this situation but quickly found out I was wrong. Stimulating my very full balls caused them to pull in and forced more pressure down my already extremely hard penis. She added Escort Kayaş to this by giving them a couple of gentle squeezes after tickling them.

“I’ll bet you’ve never been this hard.” she cooed as she returned to tracing my now constantly throbbing erection. I gave a muffled moan through the panties gagging me as I shook my head.

She then got up and I followed her sultry gaze up as I felt her fingers cup around my aching erection. My eyes widened as she liked her lips in a sultry way and began to stroke my hardon.

“You want to blow don’t you?” she purred gazing longingly into my eyes. All I could do is nod as my cock began to pulse out of control and I moaned uncontrollably into the panty gag.

“Well ok if you really want to I guess you’ve earned it.” she purred giving me one last hard stroke. The stroke and her sultry voice sent me over the edge as my body convulsed out of control while my cock exploded. Blast after blast after blast sent jets of hot gooey cum all over my panties and dripping down my legs and all around me. She didn’t stop pumping my cock until every drop had been forced from my balls.

I was still in post orgasm euphoria as she gave me a sexy smile and said, “Well it wasn’t a blow job, but I know you still enjoyed wearing my panties.”

It wasn’t until I had come down from my post orgasm high that I realized she had left. And a quick look around the fitting room showed she had taken my clothes with her, leaving me with nothing but a pair of soaked panties around my waist and a pair of her dirty panties in my mouth.

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This is my first collaboration story and I enjoyed the whole process very much! Writerswitch had the initial ideas and wrote most of the story, and I hope added some ideas and depth too.

This female domination story contains scenes of humiliation and BDSM. It is entirely fictional and completely our own work.

Please DO NOT read any further if you do not enjoy fictional stories in which males submit to dominant females, either willingly, forcibly, or by coercion.

Please DO NOT read if you think that stories like this should end up with the male taking control and beating or fucking the female – If that’s your bag, none of my stories are for you.

Please DO NOT read if you don’t like stories in which men are physically disciplined by women.

Please DO read further if you want to learn how a chance encounter in the ancient city of Toledo unlocks a Madame’s darker side.

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TOLEDO

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When Andrea and I began telling friends and family that we would be spending the summer hiking in the Cabañeros national park in Spain, everyone who knew the region told us the same thing; “you simply must visit Toledo on your way.”

Persuaded by the weight of opinion, we booked a hotel in the city for our first and second nights, and planned to spend the first full day of our holiday there. From the moment I first saw the city walls, illuminated by golden light beneath the black and empty night sky, I knew that we had made the right decision.

The following morning, we parked the hire car in a small car park to the east of the river Taag which crashes through a deep ravine around three sides of the most ancient part of the city, and we crossed into Toledo itself via the historic Alacántra bridge. When we reached the other side of the gorge we passed through the Arabic horseshoe arch of the Alacántra gate, and climbed the steep steps beyond to lose ourselves in a maze of narrow streets, wandering without direction, exploring without purpose. Even in the morning, the creamy coloured stone of the fortress was radiating heat, and it made me think of all the cool, dark places that might be within – hidden rooms, secret chambers, dungeons where one person could do things to another in complete privacy, the thick stone impenetrable by human sounds.

We explored the cobbled streets between the old houses and ancient municipal buildings, the museums and shops, and already we agreed that we had not been wrong to give ourselves a day here to immerse ourselves in the majesty of centuries.

Eventually, when we got tired and hungry, we asked a shopkeeper for a restaurant in our best Spanish. He studied the two of us for a moment, particularly Andrea whose dark hair and deep dark eyes were not out of place in rural Spain, then answered in perfect but heavily accented English, suggesting a place nearby in an old building that had recently been renovated. He put his leathery fingers to his puckered lips when he described the food, as though feeding himself.

Andrea decided that we should follow the man’s advice, so we walked the route as he had described it, through a small square populated by a single olive tree, and down several narrow stepped streets until we reached a tall building with newly pointed stonework and a smart, red door. The stone frame looked like it was centuries old, ornately carved with a Moorish design as though it was wooden lattice, and to the right, where a modern door might have a bell, there was carved a double headed eagle, which I already recognised as the symbol of Toledo, though in this ancient incarnation, the tail was a horizontal and vertical cross.

The space on the other side of the door was magnificent, almost cathedral-like as it consisted of a huge void bordered by balconies upon balconies, suspended between ancient stone pillars. What was on each balcony was impossible to tell, as though the void was large, the windows were small enough to keep out the heat of the day, and the light within was dim. The renovation of the place was exquisite, with crisp mortar in the joints of the old stone, and hefty new Spanish oak dovetailed into the black, notched and grainy beams that were original features.

Under instruction from the matronly Maître d’, Andrea and I climbed a spiral staircase to the second floor and settled into a cosy corner which still afforded a view into the depth of the void. We observed the character of the place, illuminated only by candles and dim incandescent filament bulbs, until the waitress came to serve us.

I have to admit that I was caught off guard when she arrived – the lady, or more of a girl in my opinion, who I would soon refer to in my head as ‘The Fury’. She had black hair and dark eyes, much like Andrea, but they blazed with intensity, every glance Gülveren Escort a challenge, and I immediately imagined that she could turn a man to stone or cinders if she stared at him too hard. I found myself looking away from her eyes, to her full, painted lips, to the wisp of hair that had escaped her bun and lay before her ear, casually hanging beside her delicate neck. Her waitress’ blouse was clean white cotton, fastened at the front by utilitarian white buttons, the gaps between them just a little too large, the young flesh of her flat tummy visible in the shaded place, her small breasts held firm by a sturdy white bra.

Suddenly I realised that I had been staring. I blabbed a humble apology but could feel the blood rush to my face. The Fury gave me a look that chilled the perspiration on my spine, but Andrea looked amused, and I already knew that this would lead to trouble. Worse still, I could tell that The Fury now knew who wore the trousers in our relationship.

Andrea ordered some red wine for herself and some water for the table, and watched The Fury leave, then she turned to me, still with that amused look on her face. “Impressed?” she asked.

I nodded candidly – there is never any point in trying to lie to Andrea. “Very!”

“Ha!” she scoffed, even more amused now, “Shall I give you a free hand?, see how far you can get?… and when we get back to the hotel I’ll give you a severe beating for being so Macho!”

I imagined the dual delights of being humiliated after a failed attempt to seduce the young waitress, and then being spanked thoroughly for my fickle behaviour. Still, I would have enthusiastically protested about her questioning my loyalty had I not suddenly felt her shoe trailing up my leg, and slowly moving toward to my crotch.

“Open your zip” she said quietly under the low murmur of the restaurant. I obeyed, unzipping my fly and pulling the material of my shorts apart then rooting inside to pull my boxers clear of my hot cock and balls. There was a clunk below the table as Andrea’s shoe fell from her foot, then I felt her heel resume its journey, closing in on its target. I was tired from walking all day, but excited at the prospect of feeling Andrea’s foot in my lap, her heel on my naked balls, pushing them hard. I was stiff in no time, so as Andrea’s foot finally reached my sex, she could feel me hot and ready from heel to toe beneath her sole. She pressed gently and repeatedly, rubbing my fat cock with her hot foot, then harder, letting me know that I was still to be punished for letching at The Fury.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Andrea’s rough footjob. She rooted her toes into my fly and deftly pulled my cock into the open air beneath the table, before resuming her gentle assault. There was no way that she would bring me off in a restaurant, not now that the seed of some physical punishment had already been sowed in her mind and she wanted me horny and willing, but I hoped that she would still take make this moment last.

Suddenly I realised that The Fury was next to us, I blushed again even before I had opened my eyes to see her standing there, knowing that she must have noticed something. She looked me in the eye, then turned to Andrea.

“Are you all right señora? Can I help?” she asked. It seemed like an innocent and well intentioned question at first, but as they looked at each other I could swear that I saw The Fury wink, and a special moment passed in which two people discovered that they were of a rare but like-minded kind. A mischievous smirk came across Andrea’s face.

“Yes,” Andrea concluded, settling back into her chair and glancing in my direction, “as a matter of fact there is. Could you help me by bringing some cut, hot pepper? We need to remind someone of his proper place”

The Fury looked directly at me, then turned again to Andrea. “Certainly Señora,” she said with a broad smile, “no problem.”

She was gone for just a few minutes before returning with a small plate upon which lay several freshly cut peppers which she presented to Andrea by balancing it on the upturned palm of her hand.

Still reclined in her chair, Andrea asked, mischievously, “Would you mind showing my husband the toilets? he needs to hide them, you know, somewhere private.”

Andrea and The Fury smiled conspiratorially at each other, and The Fury, still with the peppers presented on the plate, turned to me.

“Up!” she commanded.

I obeyed immediately, jumping to my feet before feeling the cool air on my exposed cock. Realising that I’d forgotten to tuck myself away and close my zip, I immediately reached for my cock and found it still semi-hard, fat and hot in my hand.

For the first time, I saw The Fury smile at me. “You’d better do something about that, Señor!” she laughed.

I quickly began to tuck myself away, but Andrea interjected. “Leave it! go now!” she ordered. It was a demand and a challenge, and one that I did Escort Gülveren not dare to disobey, despite my humiliation.

The Fury gave Andrea a short look, scanned the restaurant for onlookers, then nodded in approval. It was humiliating, but also intensely erotic to have this young lady a co-conspirator in my humiliation.

“This way,” she directed, the plate of peppers still laying on her hand.

I scurried along behind The Fury as we took the short walk to a dim corridor with black painted walls and ceiling, leading towards the restaurant’s toilets. The Fury stopped beside the door to the Ladies’ and turned to face me.

“In!” she barked.

I did not dare to protest, so I pushed open the door to this unfamiliar territory, and entered. I was sure that The Fury was still smirking slightly as she watched my cock, softer now but still quite swollen, lolloping around before me.

The last cubicle was larger than the others, and The Fury directed me into it, still with the ominous peppers. She closed the door behind us, and slipped the bolt across. Now I was trapped in a small cubicle with this beautiful girl, my cock still on display, and already guessing what torture her unspoken agreement with Andrea was to be.

The Fury leaned lazily with her back against the door. She looked like she was going to devour me. “Drop your pants, now,” she ordered.

I did, unfastening the button of my open fly and allowing my shorts to drop to the floor. They fell fast, and my belt clattered on the tiles.

“Underwear too! quick! or do you want to get caught trying to rape me?”

I nodded quickly to indicate my willing compliance, and swept my boxers over my hips. When I stood upright again I was naked from the waist down, my shorts and boxers in a crumpled heap around my ankles, my cock stiffening again. She watched it bob as it filled and rose.

“Hold this!” She commanded, passing me the plate. I took it and held it before me, as though presenting the peppers to her. Then, with a wicked smile, The Fury took the first pepper from the plate. It was red and, where it had been freshly sliced, juicy and wet. She looked me in the eye as the pepper disappeared below the plate on its way to my groin, and continued to hold my gaze as she took my erection in her small, soft hand. I exhaled gently at her touch. The pepper, when it first touched my taut skin, was cool and almost soothing, but as she smeared the juice further around my genitals, the heat began to rise. She dropped the spent pepper on the floor of the cubicle, took another slice, and rubbed that too around my shaft and balls. Hotter and hotter the sensation got, until it felt as though she had wrapped me in a hot flannel and I was fidgeting around on my tiptoes.

“You like that?” she asked, her dark eyes glinting but intense, threatening to burn me to cinders. “Yes!” I squeaked. It was not a nice physical sensation, but I certainly had enjoyed having my penis abused by this pretty young lady.

She smirked, which softened the death-ray of her eyes, then I felt her grip my shaft and tug my foreskin back, exposing my delicate glans as she took another fresh pepper from the plate. My cock swelled to new limits with excitement, and I steadied myself for the assault.

When The Fury smeared the new pepper onto the thin, taut, delicate skin of my bell-end, the pain was instant, stinging as though she had dipped the head of my poor cock into hot water. I yelped, and she held my cock firmly down as though trying to keep me on the floor. “Shush!” she commanded, and I immediately bit my lip, but she continued to rub the flesh of the pepper into my exposed bell-end, and I continued to hop around the cubicle. I was aware that I was sweating, and my face quickly felt hot and clammy. My breath was short and rapid, and I suddenly began to worry that I might hyperventilate.

The Fury dropped the pepper and leant back against the door of the cubicle again, a grossly exaggerated look of mock sympathy across her face as her eyes flitted between mine and my shiny bell-end, which I was certain must be glowing bright red by now. She looked delighted with her work, and proud of the discomfort she had caused me.

At that moment, we heard the door to the toilets open and a lady enter. The Fury reached up and put one of her fingers on my lips, and we stood in silence as the stranger entered the cubicle beside us, urinated loudly into the echoing toilet, flushed, washed her hands, and left the room. I prayed that she would not see any of the dropped peppers, and relished the feel of The Fury’s finger which remained on my lips throughout the other woman’s visit. Behind the flavour of peppers, I could taste The Fury’s young skin.

The Fury let a few more seconds pass, then took a long, triangular shaped piece of pepper from the plate in my hands, and ordered me to bend over.

I turned around, placed the plate on the toilet seat, and rested my hands Gülveren Escort on either side of it. Even before I had steadied myself properly, she had begun to rub the flesh of the pepper into my arse crack, swiping it back and forth from my perineum to my coccyx. The juice warmed my skin just as it had with my shaft and balls, but when it swept across my arse hole, fleeting as it was, it bit with an intensity that overshadowed all other sensation. The sting remained, intense and hot, excruciating and delightful on the tightly wrinkled skin of my pucker. The burning sensation consumed me, and I wriggled my backside in some sort of defence. At first, I did not even notice that she had pressed the sharper end of the slither of pepper into my anus, and was pushing it slowly into my rectum. When the realization hit me, I yelped aloud, just as the delicate skin inside my passage began to burn.

The Fury, delighted by my distress, slapped me hard on the backside, seemingly forgetting that we should have been quiet. Petite as she was, the smack of her hand was hard and powerful, and my knees buckled slightly. Then, in a manner well practiced during spankings from my own, wonderful Madame Andrea, I stiffened my legs and took several more unforgiving slaps from The Fury while the pepper stuffed up my arse burned cruelly. I took as much as I could take, and The Fury slapped me hard until she heard the first of my sloppy snivels, and knew that my eyes were wet.

She stopped, and in a strange moment of tenderness, rubbed my stinging backside with the palm of her soft little hand, soothing my pain. Then “Up!” she barked.

I stood, shuffled awkwardly around, conscious that the long pepper was still in my rectum, and mortified at the prospect of it somehow slipping out.

“Get dressed now, and go back to your wife. Be nice to her – she deserves better attention and devotion.”

I nodded humbly as I pulled my boxers and shorts back up, folding my fat but wilting cock into my briefs, and resisting the urge to try to massage the sting away.

She opened the cubicle door gingerly, peered outside to check that coast was clear, then stepped out to the sinks and began to wash her hands. Wordlessly, I shuffled past her on my way back to the safety of my beloved Andrea. I had reached the toilet door before The Fury’s young voice jolted me to a halt. “Wait!” she barked.

I stopped and turned to find her stalking towards me, her hands still wet, and before I knew what was happening she slapped me hard on my left cheek, then, with her other hand, my right cheek even harder.

“That will teach you not to thank me”. She barked, her eyes were back to their full demonic strength.

“Thank you, señorita”, I stammered. The tears began to well up in my eyes again, but as I moved my hand to wipe them away, The Fury batted them away from my face.

“DON’T,” she commanded, “Walk back like that. Let your wife see how I have humiliated you. Tell her that you still carry the implement of your torture in your ass. And when you finish your meal I expect a large tip! Otherwise we will meet again. And I will bring some help.”

“Yes, my Fury,” I answered humbly, but immediately she raised her hand as though to slap me again, then held it steady while she pondered something and looked at me intently. “Fury?” she asked eventually, “What does this mean?”

I caught my breath as I realised my mistake, and thought quickly, searching for common English words that she would probably know.

“It means ‘fierce’,” I offered, cautiously, “wild and powerful…”

Her dark eyes narrowed as she gauged my honesty, then she lowered her hand and shoved me hard in the chest with it, pushing me back against the door.

“I like that,” she said, turning her back on me and returning to the sink to finish the job of washing her hands. I remained for a moment, admiring such confidence in someone so petite and young, until I caught her watching me in the mirror, then made my hasty retreat.

With my head spinning, I made my way back to our table to find Andrea leaning back in her comfortable chair with a broad smirk on her face. I carefully sat myself down opposite her, the pepper in my arse bending to accommodate my posture, my cock and balls burning. Andrea studied my face, even in the dim, atmospheric lighting of the secretive restaurant she could see the tear tracks on my face, and the reddening of my slapped cheeks.

“Well?” she asked, “Was that nice?”

“It was torture Madame Andrea,” I started, “she was very cruel to me.”

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yes Madam, very much. Thank you for having me punished by the girl.”

I didn’t know if Andrea had asked The Fury to punish me because she wanted me disciplined, or just for her own amusement, or maybe just to show The Fury how completely Andrea owned me, but I thanked her anyway – that always makes Andrea happy.

She pushed her foot into my crotch again and I took it in my hands and rubbed my stiff cock through my pants onto it, humping the sole of her foot to show her how hard I was, and to worship her foot with my unworthy sex, then I held her more gently and massaged her foot.

“Thank you Madame Andrea,” I repeated, and she closed her eyes and smiled broadly.

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Dragoness Girlfriend

For Kayllik

By TheSpiralledEye

While rifling through his college roommates things Ryan finds a phial of mysterious liquid which he assumes will make him smarter. That soon proves to be the wrong assumption as he starts growing wings and a tail…not to mention a huge pair of tits.

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There were loads of benefits to coming from a rich family when it came to college; Ryan never had to worry about debt or being expelled for bad behaviour for example. One call to daddy and his worries disappeared. The one thing dad’s money couldn’t buy though, were good grades; he knew he’d tried it. His professors were all so shabbily dressed you’d think they would have happily taken a few hundred dollars and quietly changed his Ds to As but no. Instead he got sent to the academic integrity board and had to spend weeks being scrutinised until his father finally made the calls necessary to call off the wolves.

He’d thought that would be the end of it but his father had decided to punish him for causing so much trouble. Now he was stuck sharing a dorm on campus rather than the comfortable apartment he was used to. At first he’d been grumpy about it; he’d never had to share anything in his life after all! Now though, he saw the situation for what it was, an opportunity. If the teachers couldn’t be bribed he was going to have to improve his grades another way.

The fact that his new room mate was taking the same computer science degree as him was perfect. He’d faked being sick this morning to ensure the room would be empty and he could get to work copying the guy’s answers.

His roommate Nigel was about as typical a nerd as you could get. He looked like one of the loser characters out of those eighties films; thick glasses, no social skills and a pallor that suggested the dude only saw sunlight in the brief walks between classes. Ryan hated rooming with him; his chemical experiments stank out the house and he insisted that Ryan not work out or play his music because it was distracting or could disturb his experiments. Loser.

Still, he was at the top of their class in computer science, chemistry and physics so at the very least, stealing his work was going to be fruitful. Ryan searched through his desk, finding a number of terms papers that would be perfect. If he could just copy the basic stuff then run it through a few online generators to make sure it was worded differently enough; he’d be golden. He gathered the papers and then noticed something, the bottom drawer of the desk was strongly cold, he could feel it through the bottom of the higher drawer.

Curious, he opened it to find that the drawer was in fact a mini fridge, the kind that opened from the top. A grin crept across Ryan’s face; that bastard, he’d been holding out on him! Getting alcohol into the dorms was such a pain thanks to security but Ryan was willing to bet they never even checked Nigel’s bags since he was such a goody two-shoes.

Figuring he could pay the guy back later Ryan opened the fridge in the hopes of grabbing a beer only to be surprised. Instead of cans or bottles there were what looked like phials of neon glowing liquid. Each labelled with a formula that Ryan couldn’t hope to understand. There was a notebook squashed between the wall of the drawer and the minifridge which he grabbed. Most of it was just as incomprehensible as the formulas but there were a few notes he could make out.

‘Xb-2 successful, effects wore off within the hour, look to improve duration.’

‘Xb-4 unsuccessful, produced only physical changes.’

‘Xb-7 successful, mental changes strong and long lasting, must now pair with physical.’

Several of the phials were empty, and a realisation came to Ryan’s mind.

This was how Nigel was so smart. He was juicing! He’d heard of guys doing steroids at the gym to build their muscles; he’d never considered nerds might do the same for their brains. By the looks of it he was trying to make himself hotter or something too.

Ryan rummaged through the freezer, ignoring the labels that matched Nigel’s note until he found one, bright orange and bubbling that read ‘Xb-10’. It had to be his latest concoction. If he drank this maybe he could even understand Nigel’s essays and copy them so well nobody would ever realise, hell, maybe the professor would think Nigel copied him!

With a grin he downed the liquid and did his best not to cough as it ran down his throat. Despite being water and thin the liquid was oddly viscous and seemed to stick in his throat, requiring several swallows to get down. When he finally did he smiled, waiting for some sort of sign that he was getting smarter. He sat down at the desk and looked over some of the essays, finding them just as boring and hard to read as before.

For a few moments he drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for the moment when he would yell ‘Eureka!’ and Hüseyingazi Escort be able to understand what the hell was written on this paper but it didn’t happen. The dull thudding of his fingers began to drone on and on until suddenly, he noticed the sound had turned sharp. With a furrowed brow he looked down at his hands and drummed them once more. The sound of something clinked against the wooden desk and he lifted the appendage to his face.

It was his nails. They were oddly sharp, pointed even, as if he’d filed them into little claw-like triangles. That was weird; he was sure they were rounded normally. Then, to his shock he watched as before his very eyes they stretched out a little further, the tiny points curving inwards slightly almost like talons. They also had an odd tinge of colour to them. It had to be a trick of the morning light right? Why else would they look orange?

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, that warm feeling in his stomach had turned solid and he was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, drinking a strange chemical found hidden inside his roommate’s desk wasn’t such a great idea. As if bought on by the thought his stomach suddenly lurched and Ryan found himself leaning forwards on the chair with a groan as it churned. He felt as though a pressure was forming inside him, pushing down toward his butt. He couldn’t help but strain, his lower back aching as though something were sitting on it. He looked back over his shoulder and his jaw dropped. His jeans had turned tight as beneath them his ass was starting to grow.

“Oh God…what-NNNNGGGH!”

The words failed him as he felt his hip bones begin to widen, he could feel his jeans struggling to contain him as they got bigger and bigger, his butt expanding alone with them. The fabric cut into him almost painfully for a moment before finally starting to tear. He watched as wide swathes of fabric tore open to reveal a shiny, bubbly butt that was…white? Not Caucasian, white. The skin beneath was far shiner than it should have been, no wait…that wasn’t skin at all..

“Scales?!” He exclaimed, “What the fuck is this stuff! Ooooh, oooh that pressure….fuck it’s building….I can’t help it I have to push.”

He did, his lower muscles contracting until he felt that pressure at his lower back meet its zenith and he felt something begin to grow out of him. It was thick, taking up much of his lower back but began to get thinner and thinner as it grew. It was heavy and big, coated in more of that white scales with a yellow leathery underside; it was a tail.

“F-fuck s-stop,” Ryan begged himself, “S-stop pushing…”

But he couldn’t, the instinct was too strong and with each push his tail got larger and larger. It hurt, as the muscles burned but it also felt good. Really good. Far better than Ryan wanted to admit. Each second he felt his resistance slipping as he bore down on himself, forcing more and more of the tail out until it was almost twice the length of his entire body. Or at least, it was.

With a crack he felt something changing in his spine; it was elongating, his legs stretching to fit as his legs became longer and thick. His thighs growing to match and support his now heavy ass. There was another snape and Ryan cried out in shock as in turn each of his legs seemed to break; yet, there was no agony, instead he could feel the bones knitting themselves back together, forming digitigrade legs. In shock he stood, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep his balance and finding he had to rely on the tail for help.

“Oh god, what’s happening, Nigel what the fuck have you done?”

Those scales were spreading all over his body now, he was naked from the waist down thanks to his new hips and butt, so he could see the white coloured rash spreading up his skin, sealing it beneath shiny snake like scales. He could feel them, spreading up his back but when they reached his stomach something else seem to happen. His skin stiffened, turning tough, yellow and oddly ridged, like the underbelly of some sort of reptile.

That same instinct was forming again, the need to push but this time it was coming from his back. Ryan fought it; enough was enough he refused to let whatever weird fetishy potion Nigel had made take over his body.

“I won’t! I w-won’t…oh fuuuuuuck I can’t help it!!”

His thrust out his chest, his back muscles constricting as two new growths formed them. Or should he say four; for as the growths on his back began to form, two other mounds were appearing on his chest. Soon he was pumping, back arching back and forth as he alternated thrusting his chest and back forward. The air rushed from his lungs and he was helpless to stop himself as two huge, heavy tits began to grow on his chest. He found himself on all fours, shirt ripping to tatters as two huge, scally wings burst forth from his back, allowing him to look down and see his new boobs in detail.

They were large, Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan far larger than any woman’s he had seen and bright, shiny yellow to match his new skin and scales. He saw them and arousal swirled inside him; he hated it, he didn’t want to be turned on by this! He didn’t want to feel his cock turning hard or his balls tightening and shrinking until-hang on, shrinking?

He hung his head, looking down at his cock on all fours and to his horror, saw that indeed it was growing smaller and smaller by the second. His mind suddenly made the connection, the wide hips, the peachy ass, the huge breasts…

“N-no, not that! Plea-aaaaaah!”

His cock disappeared, melting into his new scaly groin before it opened up into a beautiful, womanly flower. Oh fuck, he had a pussy and he could feel it, wet, sensitive…throbbing. The pleasure and pain of the change was making him lightheaded. He wanted it to stop but he needed it to continue.

How whole body writhed; feet bursting out of his shoes, nails turning to talons, he could even feel his teeth getting sharper. His mouth hung open, panting for breath and groaning as it grew longer. His nose melted into a snout that shot hot breath as his nostrils flared.

“M-my head! Ugh, not again, I can’t push again…”

But he did, he thrust his head back and forth, waving it side to side like a horse as two thick, boney horns grew out of his head and delicately curved above it. His skin was itching, stretching as he grew bigger before hardening with a coat of white scales. He expected the spread to continue only for it to mysteriously stop when it reached his skull. For a second he breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps this awful process was finally over and he could deal with the lingering, shameful horniness it bought. But he was wrong.

“Ahhhh….ahhhhh h-hisssss.” His tongue turned thin and forked, poking between his sharp teeth.

He could feel something moving inside him, below the skin, it almost felt like something was flowing in his veins, even in his eyes. He watched as the world took on a strange blue tint, eyes seeming to become crisper as his vision focused. Just in time for something black to flop down into his vision. A tingling sensation was coming from his skull and at first he thought perhaps the scales were spreading there. More black joined and Ryan realised with a shock that it was hair. Long and flowing, cascading down his shoulders like a river.

He dug his taloned hands into his skull, wincing slightly at their sharpness before marvelling at the silky texture his hair now had.

“What on Earth?” He gasped, confused to hear a strange, almost reverb effect added to his voice. It sounded almost…mechanical? Not to mention very, very female.

The shock of everything finally wore off and he clambered to his feet awkwardly. He was much taller now, he had to be close to seven foot tall in fact. That along with the great wingspan and tail made moving around in the cramped dorm room very difficult. Somehow, he managed to manoeuvre himself to the bathroom, squeezing his wings in close to his body in order to duck and fit through the door frame.

The mirror showed the most amazing creature staring back at him, it took his breath away and made confusion run rampant. That…creature, it couldn’t be him surely? The woman in the mirror was voluptuous, huge wide hips with a heavy ass and the breasts to match; yet she was covered in white scales that matched her yellow and orange underbelly. Her eyes were the most vibrant hue of neon blue and the whites of her eyes were ironically just the opposite; sleek, midnight black. Her head was reptilian, complete with horns and together with the tail and wings Ryan realised what he was looking at. A dragon, a humanoid, beautiful dragon. Or was it dragoness? He had to admit, he wasn’t quite up to date on the gendered words for mythical creatures.

“I’ll kill him,” Ryan hissed, “I’ll kill Nigel for this, what the fuck sort of stuff is he into!? I’ll use these claws to scratch that handsome face with ribbons! That handsome…pale face.”

He shook his head in confusion. He didn’t think Nigel was handsome! Well, now that he was thinking about it he did have a sort of niche appeal. His cheekbones were sort of nice and sharp and his smaller build made him look a little more approachable. Ryan bit down on his lip in confusion. What the hell was wrong with him, he was getting turned on thinking about Nigel of all people?

His new dragon pussy was turning from damp to wet no matter how hard he tried to stop it. His tail lashed in irritation, knocking over items along with his wings as he tried to pace in the confined space. Stupid Nigel and his stupid sexy body making him flustered! He couldn’t blush, not with these scales but he could feel the heat building beneath them. It couldn’t escape so instead it seemed to focus inward, making his new womb ache. He felt Escort Hüseyingazi empty and wrong, like something was missing.

Then, a click. The sound of a key in a lock and he turned just in time to see Nigel open the door. He was his usual self; crisp button up shirt, sensible trousers and a tie over pale skin and mousy brown hair. His grey eyes were hidden behind the thick lenses of his black frame glasses and yet; Ryan felt a quiver go through him. Never in his life had he been so turned on by the mere presence of another person.

His nostrils flared and tasted the masculine scent in the air and breathing it in deeply. It was like a drug, making his mind slightly foggy and his knees weak. Without thinking his wings spread and Ryan puffed out his chest; to his humiliation he realised he was preening. Like a damn peacock trying to attract a mate. Nigel’s eyes went wide.

“Wha-Who…? Oh no, Ryan?!”

“Yes!” He hissed, trying very hard to be angry.

“Why did you go into my desk?” Nigel yelled, Ryan had never heard the man speak above a reedy whisper before now and it sent a shiver through him.

It felt…wrong, seeing Nigel unhappy. It made him feel oddly guilty even though he was the one who’d been turned into a freak by this hot nerd’s experiments.

“I was looking for…notes. To help me with assignments.” He muttered, stepping forward. “I thought it would make me smarter but instead it’s just making me…hornier. Literally.”

He tapped one of his talons to his head, scraping it along his horn.

“Which one did you drink?” Nigel asked seriously, “Not the orange one right, that one wasn’t finished yet!”

“…oops.”

“Fuck.”

Ryan shivered again, that word put such ideas in his pretty little head. Nigel walked past and Ryan watched as his eyes looked him up and down, lingering on his breasts. He felt an odd sense of pride, seeing the arousal they sparked in him and his nipples went stiff in response.

“M-Maybe you should put some clothes on.” Nigel said, looking away and fiddling with his glasses. “That uh, solution contained an aphrodisiac, so…yeah.”

“Oh, is that why I think you’re so hot all of a sudden?” The words escaped before he could stop them and Ryan felt more heat gather behind his scales.

He was mortified; the last thing he wanted to admit was that he found Nigel sexy, not even to himself. Still, the idea of putting on clothes, confining his aching pussy or covering up his supple breasts…no, that didn’t sound nice at all.

“Why would you even make something like this?” He asked, following to lean over Nigel’s shoulder as he looked over his notes, “How did you make something like this?”

“It’s part genetic alteration, part nanotechnology.” Nigel explained, seemingly happy to have something else to focus on that wasn’t Ryan looming over him. “So essentially you are part cybernetic, the nanobots help stimulate physical growth and introduce the splice genomes into your system-“

Ryan stopped listening to Nigel’s words and instead focused on his voice. There was something sensual about it, the cadence seemed to carry in an odd way that mesmerised him, paired with the weakness in his knees from earlier Ryan found himself leaning forward slightly without even realising.

“See, personality plays a part as well, greedy people are probably more affected since the dragon’s hoarding nature-uh…Ryan?”

“Mmmm?”

“You’re ah, y-your breasts are right on my back.”

So they were, he hadn’t even realise he was pressing his new feminine draconic form up against the man until he pointed it out. He could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and it made Ryan’s pussy clench. No! He didn’t want Nigel, he didn’t want any man! He just…he was just so horny right now it was hard to think straight. He tried to distract himself.

“Nanobots right, ummmm, why did you say you made them again? Why would anybody need a potion that turned them into a nanotech dragon girl?”

“Well,” Nigel blushed, “I was going to give it to my girlfriend, once it was finished of course!”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryan gaped, he was equal parts shocked and jealous. Who was this woman? This harlot who threatened to steal his Nigel from him.

His Nigel? What the fuck why was he even thinking like that. Oh Gods. He couldn’t help himself, he pressed his body up against Nigel’s back again. Some primal part of his new lizard brain was taking him over, the jealousy it called him to claim what was his.

“Whaaaaaaat are you doing?” Nigel said in a high pitched voice as Ryan’s arms came round to encircle him.

“I don’t know.” He moaned, “I can’t stop.”

His tail coiled around the man’s legs and he felt a shiver go down Nigel’s spine. He could feel the man’s heart beating in his chest and Ryan couldn’t help but press himself against him harder, enjoying the way his nipples tingled thanks to the pressure.

“F-fuuuuck I want you.” Ryan moaned helplessly, taloned hands gently slicing down Nigel’s shirt to remove it before grabbing at his hips, “Want you so badly.”

“It’s the n-nanotech, it’s reacting with your personality, dragons are naturally greedy and well, no offence you’re sort of a greedy asshole so now you-OOoohh, w-what are you doing with your tail?”

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Warning! Extreme scat play ahead… if this offends you or is not your thing please turn around and exit now. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Although each chapter can be read as a stand-alone, this is an on-going series where episodes are somewhat interlinked and are populated by recurring characters. Chapters, therefore, might be best read in order. Just a suggestion.

Jessica told Tricia that it was too bad she’d missed the best scat party she’d ever been to (though, actually, it was fairly typical). Doubtlessly, this was because of Mark, meeting Mark there made it special for her. Graduation occurred shortly after this party, and by then Jessica and Mark were thinking about moving in together, and Tricia had secured a job teaching history at a small college in New Jersey. It meant, of course, that the girls would be going their separate ways, though they would remain friends forever. They certainly weren’t going to leave each other without a celebration, and Jessica insisted that Mark be a part of it. It would be the first time the three would party and scat together.

Usually prior to a scat session, the girls would go clubbing and get themselves feeling wild and sexually kindled. They often had a lot to drink, which sparked a powerful horniness. Depending on the club, they might have danced touching each other’s ass and pussy, or gone down on each other in the ladies’ room. But this time they agreed on something more intimate and personal. Since Tricia was going to go home for a month while waiting to move to N.J., and Jessica and Mark had agreed on a place to live, it was there the celebration would occur.

On the day scheduled Mark was told to disappear until 9 pm. Tricia arrived about 7 pm to find that Jessica had filled the bathtub with hot, soapy water. She had some bottles of wine set up and candles burning, and the girls relaxed luxuriously in the tub together sipping wine. They reminisced about many of the fun times they’d spent together, the scatting they’d done, parties they’d attended, some very wild and crazy things they’d done (like the time late one sweltering night they went naked out behind the dorm and on a soft grassy knoll among some evergreen bushes just 20 feet from the sidewalk, made love to each other covered in their creamy brown scat until they orgasmed, and then didn’t know how they’d get back in the dorm undetected; a close call).

And, of course, they would always remember Blankenship Park, a nearby neighborhood park named after the original landowner in the 1920s, part of a much larger green space, that they renamed Blankenshit Park because of a perfect secluded spot they found in it where they enjoyed numerous scat adventures very late at night under the stars, usually with a bottle of wine to accompany them. Once they were in the middle of covering each other with their chocolate treasure when it started to rain, hard, and the sensations that created on their bodies were never forgotten; they laid there spread eagled as the rain pelted them, turning the goo on their bodies into a delightful slushy coffee-colored cream; Tricia opened her legs, just barely stroking her pussy, and the pounding raindrops brought her to a lovely climax.

They talked about their dreams: how much Tricia looked forward to her teaching position and some historical research she hoped to do, as well as graduate work in NYC, how Jessica was going to start work with a biotech firm. Jessica talked about her and Mark, how’d they’d hit it off so quickly and saw their fetish in the same light. They soaped each other up several times, washed each other’s hair, drained and refilled the tub with hot water when it got tepid. They fondled each other, kissed each other deeply, caressed and sucked each other’s tits, and made love to each other with extreme pleasure. It was a sensual, voluptuous two hours.

They were just getting out of the tub and drying off when Mark came in. A “play” section with mats and protective sheeting had been arranged earlier by Jessica and Mark. Mark kissed both girls a cheerful hello and started taking off his clothes. He had certainly met Tricia before, but had not seen her naked, and he was stunned by her swim-suit model’s beauty. How lucky he was to have two such beautiful women to share fetish pleasures with!

They sat on the floor and soon were in a big heap. Jessica was in a magnanimous mood, and was 100% committed to “sharing” Mark with Tricia and hoped they both totally enjoyed each other. Tricia hugged Mark high on his body and kissed him on the mouth, and Jessica lowered her head to his cock to take him in her mouth. Tricia held his mouth open with her fingers so she could suck his tongue while Mark kneaded her tits.

They whispered things to each other between deep passionate kisses; he told her she looked beautiful and she smiled and asked, “What, my tits?” and he said “Yes.”

“My face?”

“Yes, fucking yes.”

“But not my pussy or ass, you’ve hardly even looked at them yet,” she said, and she then maneuvered her body so that her ass was above Mark’s face. She put her ass down onto his face and he breathed in her essence; she was so clean from the bath that he smelled and tasted only a mild, pleasant soapiness. Demirlibahçe Escort His tongue entered her squeaky-clean asshole and pushed deep inside. She reached down and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart so he could get his tongue as deeply into her as possible. She moaned softly and breathed a bit harder.

“My ass, do you like my ass?” she asked.

“God, it’s wonderful,” he said.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, smiling slyly, and rode his face like she was about to win the Kentucky Derby. Jessica meanwhile had his cock in her mouth, sucking him deeply into her throat, savoring his salty flavor, tasting his precum. She alternated the sucking with long licks of his balls, swirling them in her mouth. She would then run her tongue down to his ass and lick him there.

A bit proud of her ability to role-play, and a born comedienne, Tricia suddenly announced to Mark, in a somewhat faux-dramatic manner, “I have a tremendous urge to shit right now. It’s all yours, if you want it. Do you?”

“Oh, yeah!” Mark begged, picking up on her tone. “Please, I definitely want it. Give me your shit.” She farted loudly in his face and ground her asshole into his mouth.

“Not good enough, mister. You don’t sound like you really want it. Maybe I’ll just give it to Jessica.”

“Oh, fuck, please. I really want it. I want it in my mouth, I want to taste you.” And he plunged his tongue back into her ass, fired up with desire and anticipation.

“Hmmm, that’s a little better, but not much. You’re really starting to make me feel I wasted my time coming here, you don’t want my shit at all. Jess, what do you see in this fucker, you told me he loved it when you shit in his mouth. I’d send this fucker packing, if I were you.” And she mashed her ass harder into his mouth. She was really enjoying tantalizing him like this.

Mark pushed her up a bit so he could speak again, mixing mild facetiousness with dead seriousness. “No, no, honestly, I truly want it. I’ve been fantasizing all day about having you shit in my mouth and spreading it all over my face. You’re so beautiful, your ass is so beautiful, your shit I’m sure will be as precious as the… as the… as the Hope Diamond!” (Housed in the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum, it had been in the news lately.) “I want you to fill my mouth up with it and coat my body, all of my body, with your treasure, bury me in your scrumptious deposit.” Such outrageous simile and hyperbole he was uttering! And as filthy as the best of Aristophanes. Tricia heard this prattle and almost cracked up, and Jessica couldn’t help but laugh a little, even as she continued to suck his cock.

“The Hope Diamond,” sneered Tricia, pouring it on while grinding her ass full-throttle into his face. “You compare my shit to the fucking Hope Diamond, just a piece of coal that lay in the ground for a billion years! That’s the most insulting fucking thing I’ve ever heard! The Hope Diamond! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! My shit never caused the harm and misery that piece of shit Hope Diamond did! My shit brings joy” (and she pressed her asshole harder onto his face as she said the word) “and goodness” (another hard squish with her ass), “only the very best to its lucky recipients” (and she grabbed his hair and rammed his face deep into her ass). Although bordering on the ludicrous, there was something incredibly erotic and sexy in this performance: Mark’s face was awash in her juices and his cock was steel-hard in Jessica’s mouth to prove it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean….”

“Shut up and open your mouth wide,” she interrupted him. Mark could see a large brown turd push a bit out of her sphincter. He ran his tongue along it and licked it. Then she pushed so it slowly but steadily exited her rectum and into his mouth. It was quite moist and tasted pungent and spicy. “How’s that, mister? Puts the Hope Diamond to shame, doesn’t it! Take it out of your mouth, and open it again for some more.”

He did as he was told, and then a long curling turd spiraled out into his mouth followed by a deluge of soft creamy mess. Most of this piled high on his chin and left cheek. She pushed her ass slowly down onto his face, as much to feel her shit on her ass as to spread it around. When her ass made contact with the fudge, the feeling sent her sensations through the roof: scat was such a tactile pleasure for her. Jessica abandoned his cock and came up to his face and began kissing him, tasting Tricia’s poop. She had tasted it so often that it was very familiar to her. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, smashing her tongue against his. She rubbed her face into Mark’s, covering most of it with Tricia’s chocolate. Tricia, meanwhile, straddled him and shoved his cock up her cunt. His cock felt wonderful stretching her inside walls as it slid in and out of her.

Tricia then said, “Jess, if ready and able come sit on his belly and gift him there, treat him to your best caviar.” Jessica put her knees one on each side of him facing forward and released a soft barrage of dark brown ooze onto Mark’s belly. She reached back and took a handful and wiped it all over her ass, delighting in the texture of it on her smooth skin; she then turned Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan around and placed her ass on his face so he could sample her chocolate, too. Happily, he feasted at her ass, savoring her outpouring with joy. Like so many scat lovers he couldn’t imagine a sexier, more enthralling, thing to be doing than devouring her fudge this way. Tricia took most of the pile that remained on Mark’s belly and smeared it all over his chest and neck and arms, and then onto Jessica’s tits and face. They were all ecstatically enjoying the sensuous feeling of the shit on their bodies, the utter filthiness of it all. Tricia then pulled her arms back toward her and smeared a huge handful on her own tits, belly, and up slowly onto her face.

“Mmmm,” she said to Jessica, putting a finger in her mouth, “your shit on my tongue makes me feel so fucking sexy, like I’m going to explode.” Jessica scooched forward off Mark’s face and crouched back down over his belly, placing herself directly in front of Tricia. While Tricia kept fucking Mark’s cock in her pussy, the girls hugged each other, squashing their tits into each other. They both scooped up a handful of fudge and finger-painted it on each other’s face, admiring their handiwork. They chattered in delight as they played and couldn’t get enough of each other; they also kissed deeply, sucking each other’s tongue. As they before washed one another’s hair in the bathtub, they now “washed” each other’s hair with shit, running their fingers through the strands, coating them all with mocha-colored goo. They were having the time of their lives.

Mark, as his cock continued to be engulfed by Tricia’s cunt, basked in the wonder of these two beautiful women so enjoying themselves, deriving so much pleasure from each other. He thought he could lay there forever and watch them, but his cock had other ideas. Suddenly, like a waking bear coming out of hibernation, he began to move. He pushed Jessica off his belly and grabbed Tricia by the arms. Holding her so his cock remained inside her pussy, he rolled her on her back and crawled on top of her. He sucked greedily on her tits, stuffing his mouth with them. He dislodged his cock from her and moved his body up hers and, facing her, put his ass over her tits. He took his cock and forcefully jammed it in her mouth. Tricia whimpered, thrashing her body into him and the floor, wanting every fucking inch of him.

He took one of her hands, sucked on the two middle fingers until they were soaked in his spit, and shoved them up his ass. He held her wrist and rammed her fingers in hard. She could feel them become very wet and gooey. He then removed her fingers and, as she sucked his prick, he began to defecate on her tits and upper belly. Then he took his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with his balls, and she slobbered all over them. He then moved down her body and straddled her pussy; he grabbed her hands and guided them across her chest and belly, smearing his shit all over her. He let go of her hands and placed his own on both sides of her face and then across her mouth; he lowered himself onto her thickly smeared body and kissed her passionately on the lips, a deep shit kiss. She held her goo-blackened tits to his chest as he rubbed hard against her, his tongue dueling with hers all the while. He threw her legs back over her head and rammed his cock into her pussy. She screamed as he filled her void.

“You like that, bitch?” he bellowed. “You like my cock fucking your gorgeous cunt?” He pounded her hard.

“Fuck my cunt, fucker!” she wailed. “Fuck it hard with that fucking cock of yours!” They were like two furious maniacs, ripping apart each other’s body. Even Jessica was amazed to see such passion and decided to stay out of their way. He then pushed her legs even farther back and shoved his cock up her ass, using the shit as lubrication. He fucked her a handful of strokes up her ass and then went back to her cunt; back and forth one hole to the other. Sweat poured off of them, their shit-covered bodies thrashing into one another.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder, make me come!” she yelled, and then in a whimper as she threw her arms around him, “Oh please, please don’t stop, I’m coming,” and then in a scream again, “Yes, yes, fuck, I’m coming!” And her orgasm rocked her like an earthquake and she quivered on the floor as if she’d been broken in two. But Mark continued fucking her.

He cried, “Come here, Jess, hurry, come here and let me come in your mouth.” She began to move toward him, but Tricia grabbed him around the neck and howled into his face, “No, no fucking way, I want it, come in my mouth; fucking give it to me!” and she kissed him and rubbed herself against him with all her might. He pulled out of her and shot his wad one, two, three times onto her face, her lips, and into her hungry mouth. Jessica was lost for a moment, not knowing what to do or how to respond. Mark groaned loudly as Tricia ate his cum like a starving animal. Mark collapsed backward off of Tricia’s face and landed in Jessica’s arms. She held him and looked into his blue eyes, the only part of his face not brown with shit, empty of all feeling. It was as if a dark cloud had suddenly Escort Demirlibahçe descended over her. But only for a minute; with all her willpower she forced the cloud to dissipate. She thought she might be angry with him, with Tricia for… for…, but that was it, she couldn’t honestly finish the sentence. For taking so much pleasure in each other? Certainly, that’s exactly what happened. Yet it’s what she was hoping for, wasn’t it? At least it’s what she told herself, so why be a hypocrite?

They rested for a while, lying across and on each other. It wasn’t long before they felt rejuvenated.

“I have a present for you both,” Tricia said. She wiped her hands off on a towel and reached into a bag she’d brought with her. It was a plastic container and she gave it to Jessica. “Just a little something for you both to remember me by.” Jessica opened it and inside were two turds, each about seven inches long and quite a good size around. “They’re mine,” she said. “I saved them just for you. My going away present.”

“Oh, my God!” Jessica howled and laughed wildly, showing the container to Mark. “Thank you so much,” she continued, smiling in a joking way. “I can’t remember getting a better present. Can you, Mark?”

“Better than the Hope Diamond, I’m sure,” Mark quipped.

“Fucking better believe it!” Tricia beamed.

“I say we put this to good use right now,” Jessica said. “No time like the present.”

They all agreed. The turds had gotten a bit dried out, so Mark told the girls to each hold one to their tits and he’d piss on them, softening the logs up while giving their bodies a drenching at the same time. Mark’s warm pee got their sensations all fired up again. Tricia decided in her mind that she would allow Jessica to be the center of Mark’s attention this time, still a little unable to comprehend how wildly passionate she’d been with him. It was truly amazing; she’d never lost that much control before.

Jessica took a log and put it in her mouth like a cock and offered the other end to Mark. He took it in his mouth and they sucked on opposite ends of it, their mouths often meeting in the middle. Juice from the log dripped out of their mouths and mainly onto Jessica’s tits, which Mark caressed, tweaking her nipples. Tricia motioned Jessica to get on her knees, and she got behind her, putting her mouth in her ass. She pushed her tongue into her ass and savored the flavors there. Mark sat on his rear and stretched his legs on both sides of the kneeling Tricia and told Jessica to suck his cock and make him hard. She bent down and slurped his prick up into her mouth, loving the taste of him.

As if suddenly controlled by some invisible demon, Tricia lifted herself away from her girlfriend’s ass and stood up. Some evil spirit seemed to take over her mind, and was now commanding her actions. She put one foot on each side of Jessica’s head in Mark’s lap and shoved her pussy into his face, ordering him to suck her cunt. He grabbed her hips and tongued her slit. His tongue landed on her clit, and she held his head in place while he licked her. Waves of ecstasy flooded her pussy. Then she pissed directly into his mouth, filling it; he swallowed, but a lot dribbled out down his chin into Jessica’s hair beneath him. When he finished swallowing, she filled his mouth again and then directed her flow onto his face. Urine poured off the side of his face and into his hair, even into his ears. Tricia squatted down and licked his face, drinking up her piss.

Mark laid down and pulled Tricia’s ass on top of his face, her front facing forward. He jammed her ass onto his face and scraped his tongue through her crack and into her rectum. He tongue-fucked her asshole for all it was worth. Then, almost begging her, he cried, “Shit in my mouth again, Trish, give me your shit. I need it now!” Jessica, of course, heard his plea, and although she had no shit left to give him, would’ve liked to have been the one asked. There was that dark cloud again, descending.

“I’m empty, babe, but I have this,” Tricia said, and she took the second log, indeed her own log, and hurled one end of it into his mouth, fucking his mouth with it. She soon scooched down his chest so her face was level with his and sucked the log with him. They were sucking it so hard that it quickly broke. She took the broken piece and smeared it all over his face and hair.

As if suddenly remembering her still being there, Tricia looked back at Jessica and said, “Fuck him, Jess, pick a hole and ram his cock in.” Just hearing those words, at that very moment, made Jessica absolutely furious. Her thoughts raged, “You tell me where I should let my boyfriend fuck me, you fucking bitch? We’ll see about that!” She did pick a hole, however (her cunt), and she did ram his cock up into it, but she roughly pushed Tricia off Mark’s face, making room for her own, and put her lips on his. She realized right away that there was still half a turd in his mouth, and that it was Tricia’s gift, but she pushed her tongue into his mouth anyway, plowing into the creamy log, lapping it up. To hell with principle when self-interest was at stake! She told Tricia to get off her lazy butt and put her tongue back into her asshole. Tricia immediately moved down to Jessica’s ass, spread her cheeks, and drove her tongue into her rectum. Jessica did everything to produce a fart, and finally she was able to and blasted it right into Tricia’s face. She knew that Tricia never would mind such a thing (it happened all the time), but she felt good doing it, anyway. Message sent.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Nikita groaned, dropping off her gym bag inside the front door, her hair still a little damp and a little sweaty, small, fine strands clinging to the nape of her neck. Even though her blonde locks had been tied up for the gym, the soft, fluffy hair at the back of her neck could not escape the mark of sweat, even if going to the gym very much was worth it for her.

“Matt?” She called, glancing back. “Are you coming or what?”

He scurried in after her, his blonde hair a little lighter still after being bleached by the summer sun, but it was just as much of a mess as his girlfriend’s hair was. Matt’s eyes didn’t leave Nikita’s body for a moment, the thickness of her buttocks showing through clearly through her gym trousers, more like yoga pants with how closely they fitted her form, and the shirt that barely came down to the top of the high-waisted pants. It was a wonder that he got anything done in the gym with her at all, going there after work, what with how she looked and just how much Nikita drew his attention.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he said, smiling — it was so easy to smile around her. “Shall we go shower?”

She smirked softly, batting her eyelashes at him, though only briefly. She would not be so forward or so cheesy as to hold that for too long, after all.

“What, together?” She said pointedly, even though that hadn’t been what Matt had been saying at all. “I think that’s a great idea…”

Of course, he went along with it. Whatever Nikita wanted she got from him — and having a shower together was very much going to be something that he wanted too! He all but chased her up the stairs, laughing all the while, though things were light and easy between them, just for a moment.

For it was easier still for things to be simple between them as they ducked into the bathroom together, Nikita keener than ever to get into the shower. Steam filled the white-tiled room, fogging up the mirror, as they stripped down and Nikita dragged her hairband from her ponytail, letting her hair back down.

“Oof…”

He should have focused more on her, though Matt’s eyes constantly went back to his partner as he set the shower to the perfect temperature for her, which was still a little too hot for him. That was okay, as long as he got to spend time with his girlfriend, time where he was pressed up against her, slippery and wet, Boğaziçi Escort though he should have been concentrating on cleaning her, on helping her.

Still, not everything had to be perfect and, even then, Matt did not have to be perfect, not as he watched his girlfriend step inside, water washing over her naked body, her curves from head to toe.

“Mmm…”

He stepped into the shower cubicle behind her, though, thankfully, it was large enough for both without anyone having to be pressed up to the chillier side of the cubicle. He groaned subtly in the back of his mouth, swallowing his arousal, though not even Matt could hide his shaft away, not as it plumped up, making itself known just a little bit more.

He took the shower pouffe, however, ignoring his needs. Her back was to him and she rolled her shoulders back appreciatively into his touch, her shoulder blades pushing together.

“Mmm, that feels good…”

Matt smiled.

“It’s supposed to.”

Not his smoothest sentence, of course, but not everything had to be smooth and simple and easy, not then. Sometimes, things only had to be exactly as they were and no more than that.

He ran his hands over her, all soaped up, though Nikita more easily took care of washing under her arms and the sweatier parts of her body. Already, he felt better for being under the running water, even if only half his hair was splashed and wet, needing to be further under the stream of water to truly reap the benefit.

And yet… other things were more alluring than that, such as adoring his girlfriend’s body. He dropped to his knees slowly, so as not to bump his knees too heavily into the floor of the shower cubicle, but he just wanted her, the sweetness of her pussy on his lips.

“Oh!”

Nikita shuddered as he pressed his lips up to her pussy in the most intimate kiss that anyone could have given her, though she did have the presence of mind to turn around and rock her cunny up to his touch. She smiled down at him, brushing her damp hair back from her face and letting it slick down the back of her head, steam wafting softly around her. The water pattered down, streaming gently, yet was not quite enough still to cover them both.

“Mmm… And I never thought you’d take the hint…”

She giggled, not coming off as either saucy or seductive, but things could be fun too. Matt groaned into her sex, letting the moment sweep him up and away, panting lightly into her pussy. His tongue drove deep, parting her folds and dipping into her pussy, dragging up over her G-spot, though he had to press deep to tease that most sensitive patch of nerves inside her.

She moaned. Her clit was a better and easier target for his tongue and Matt allowed his jaw something of a break as he lapped up and swirled around it languidly, his hand closing softly around his cock. Matt’s erection throbbed to full attention, though Escort Boğaziçi he was the only one giving it any attention at all, his hand stroking lightly back and forth. He didn’t mind Nikita reaping the spoils of his attention, after all, for he lived to give her everything that she wanted, easily lapping up her arousal from her pussy as it showed through, slicker than ever. He moaned against her, a hand gently sliding up the inside her of her thighs, parting her legs a little more, all so that he could get in closer to her.

It was her breathy moaned and how she leaned back to brace on the wall that did it for him, even if there was very little that they could do in the shower. Even though it was a reasonable size in the steamy cubicle, big enough for both even when the door was closed behind them, it was not hugely roomy. They would have to, one day, find a bigger house and bathroom for something like that, though Matt would have done anything she wanted, even though it was Nikita, more often than not, who led the way.

It was good to feel her clean, the sweat washed from her skin as the water ran over her, fresh and clean and fruity as he drove two fingers into her pussy. He wanted to look down too, to take in her neat, small feet, even to slide his gaze back up her body to the fullness of her breasts. Oh, there was too much for Matt all at once, too many needs coming up against one another, pushing and prodding, but he knew in his heart that he would get what he wanted too.

That was how he stood, lips parted, kissing sloppily up her body, all the way to her face. Their lips met in a messy kiss, water streaming over their faces, running into their mouths, but neither cared one little bit about any of it, not as he ground against her, humping desperately.

Nikita laughed into the kiss, breaking it lightly, even as she shook her head at him.

“You’re so needy, Matt…”

And yet she obliged him anyway, her lust up, grunting as she braced against the back of the shower cubicle wall and rolled her hips back to him. Matt grunted, grabbing them, his hands roaming her hips and backside, though Nikita already made her need well enough known as she ducked her head down between her arms.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, though it was a hard word for her when sweetness usually brimmed through. “I… Mmm… Matt, I need you!”

But he liked the edge of desperation in her tone, even as he fulfilled both her need and his own at the same time, filling her tight pussy with his cock, using every inch he had. The rock of his hips picked up the pace, thrusting in the heat of the shower as if they had not fucked in weeks, even though it had only been a couple of days. It just felt too good to be inside her, thrusting and grinding, the slap of his hips against her buttocks filling the bathroom, even over the rushing hiss of the water streaming down and down and down.

“Unnff… Boğaziçi Escort Bayan Yes…”

Even then, it was easy to lose himself in the moment, as if nothing at all existed other than the two of them there, right then, in the shower cubicle. His girlfriend’s moans were the most beautiful music to his ears as she groaned out his name, a subtle part of her demanding more even as she rocked and pushed back against him, asking for every thrust. Though Matt was more than willing to give her everything that she craved and more as he thrust and thrust, his hands on Nikita’s hips to draw her back onto his length with every thrust.

His breath caught in his throat, tight in his chest, though he longed for the moment, every push and grind. He wanted to savour it, as quickly as he raced towards his high, a hand coming around to the front of her pussy to tease her clit that had been forgotten for a moment while his cock did its work. Nikita groaned and bucked against him, though she seemed lost for words as he fucked her, harder and faster, fingers rubbing her clit. Cooling air prickled at her skin, though they needed it, ached for it, panting heavily, though there would be plenty of time for both to come down from their high, to enjoy the softening moment between them.

Still, they were learning the ins and outs of their bodies, together. Still, they were learning what they enjoyed, what new kinks they could lean into. But that would all come, with every thrust as he sped up, increasing their pleasure. Even as Nikita panted and cried out his name, orgasm taking her, pushing back against him with every thrust, ecstasy claiming her.

Matt kept right on rubbing her clit as he fucked her through it, but the moment was right for him to take what he wanted too, her pussy so wet and tight around him that he didn’t want to hold back. Not that Nikita wanted him to hold back either, not as that cord of tightness inside him spiralled down and down and down, to a point right where it had to be addressed.

He heaved out a long, low moan as he climaxed, letting orgasm sweep through him. Thrust after thrust brought further throbs of pleasure, spending his seed bareback inside her, though neither Matt nor Nikita had anything to worry about there. It was just another way for them to enjoy their time together, adding to the soft lust between them, her lips parted even as his head rang with pound after pound of blood, heartbeat drumming in his ears.

“Unff… Yes… Nikita…”

He moaned out her name, wanting more, even as things simmered down, his legs rather a bit shakier than he would have liked them to be at that time. But his softening cock still slipped from her pussy as he pulled her back against him, hugging her wet body tightly to his as his hands slipped and slid up over her breasts, teasing and massaging the soft, full flesh.

“Mmmph, Matt…”

She moaned, though all was right, a cheeky grin on her lips as she glanced back at him. There would be more to come between them, later, but the time to get clean, in a less sexy way, was upon them too.

Though Matt was keener than ever to follow his girlfriend up into the shower whenever she came back from the gym next too…

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By Todayshiddenobsession February 3, 2023

Synopsis:

This story is FemDom cuckold tale based on inspiration I received from Ms. Tara, when I shared with her, another story regarding cuckold training called “Cuckold Clinic” by TomWard.

Ms. Tara is a real-life wife in a female led relationship. I met her through a blog site, and she has graciously allowed me to use her pen name in my story.

Thank You to both Ms. Tara and TomWard for this inspiration.

From the title I’m sure you can get the direction for this story but there are also areas that focus on the Mistress wives learning to take control and Academy staff.

This story is pure FANTASY!

Relationships in real life between people should always be consensual.

This is only my second attempt at erotic fiction. I will try to employ the constructive criticism of the commenters from my first story to make this one better.

Ch02 Checking Out The Academy programs

Ms. Tara stops at a room and looks through the large glass window.

Most of the classrooms and training rooms are equipped with large windows facing the corridors. Part of a submissives training is that they must have no expectation of privacy when serving their wives. Having anyone walking down the corridor being able to see what lessons they are learning, even what might be considered embarrassing or humiliating to a submissive in training, should be expected as normal.

In the room she sees several chastised and bound males, licking and sucking on artificial lower women’s torsos. These are newer recruits who will eventually move on to real women’s bodies if they pass this section. The equipment is set up with very high-tech sensors and AI tech to assess their skills. They are being conditioned to perform proper oral sex on a woman, both vaginal and anal. They are given instruction of correct placement and techniques for worshipping a woman’s pussy and asshole. They must also learn that this service is not conditional on her cleanliness when she demands it. Akdere Escort Bayan To this end some of the torso models include aromas that might be present if the woman has not looked after her hygiene, either unintentionally or intentionally.

They are bound so they are only able to use their mouth or face. The bindings also emphasise, that even when held in an uncomfortable position, they must still serve a female without compromise. Her pleasure must always be paramount in the process.

If their technique is poor, they receive small unpleasant shocks through their chastity device. If their technique is adequate, they receive no penile stimulation.

As they learn to be exceptional pussy and ass worshippers, the cock cage stimulates the penis pleasurably. In some cases, this may lead to a release of semen without an actual orgasm while locked in their cage. This is also a desired reaction because it will be noted in a report to their wives that removing them from chastity periodically for sex or milking may not even be necessary as they have shown the ability to release built up semen while still caged. As their instructor moves from one sub to the next observing and commenting, she is using her crop for encouragement or corrections by swatting or tapping their exposed balls from behind. A couple of the subs are also wearing humblers which presents their balls as an nice easy target for the instructors crop.

Carrying on, in the next room Ms. Tara and Dianne observe smothering training.

After the instructor gives the males techniques that enhances their skill to hold their breath for longer periods of time, while still providing proper stimulation to the woman sitting on his face, they are sent here where women of all sizes sit on their faces and receive what ever stimulation they desire to their pussy or asshole by moving around on the sub’s face. The sub is instructed to remain still and let the woman on his face, direct his service with her body. Subs must learn how to adapt to a woman’s needs for pleasure Escort Akdere this way.

The goal for the woman is to learn how to receive pleasure orally without concern for the sub beneath them. They learn that prioritizing their pleasure is most important. They are also trained to recognise when the sub is in distress, so as not to suffocate him to death.

Another goal for the sub is to learn that even under duress, the task to provide the woman on top of him excellent pleasure is his prime function. He must learn to feel her body’s reaction and position changes and refocus his effort to provide her with whatever she requires, whether it be multiple orgasms, soft pleasurable stimulation or simply cleaning of her dirty pussy or asshole.

Dianne looking to Ms. Tara and seeing her delight in this training says, “This is clearly for some of our trainees who have been through most of the psychological assessments to see if they are ready for ultimate submission. This would not be possible without harm to the males if they were not mentally ready for complete submission to their dominant female.”

Ms. Tara’s reply is “I like what you are doing here Dianne. For a male to be able to put aside his natural tendency to protect himself first is something that will be beneficial in the future for his wife’s pleasure in other things as well. I assume you have given them training to recognise when they are ultimately in peril, so they are not harmed?”

Dianne’s quick response is, “of course Tara. We certainly do not want to have any male in danger of permanent damage or death. We are not in the business of teaching snuff techniques. The boys are given instructions on breath control and recognising when they can no longer take further breath restriction, by one of our trainers who is an experienced free diver. We also teach both the wives and the subs a safe signal so the wife can give her sub a few seconds to breathe when he can hold his breath no longer.”

“We have found though that this training regime has taught Akdere Escort the subs to hold their breath for several minutes giving the woman much more time to receive stimulation. Then a small breath break is all that is needed before she can put herself back onto his face.”

“In our debriefing reports, both the subs and the wives have given us positive feedback.”

“Excellent, let’s see what’s next then,” Ms. Tara replies.

Before they can move on, a large black man comes out of one of the side hallways. Ms. Tara sees him and calls out to him. “Rodney?” He turns to see her and Dianne and changes direction to meet them.

“Hi Tara, Dianne. Tara you haven’t called me for a few weeks. I’m missing that hot little body of yours.” Rodney is one of Ms. Tara’s lovers. A confident, well built, well hung black man who knows how to please a woman in bed. He is 185cm (6’1″) and 100kg (220lbs), with short black hair. His well-maintained physique draws the attention of most women.

He helps out around the Academy teaching the wives about the joys of a black man with a big cock who knows how to use it to please them.

Ms. Tara reaches out to cheerfully grab his package clearly bulging in the front of his shorts, and says, “Well I’ll have to fix that problem won’t I. I miss this big man meat too.” His skin is dark, which makes it hard to see him blush but both women know he has, as his cock starts to grow.

With her holding onto his cock, squeezing it through his shorts, without missing a beat he tells her “Sounds awesome Tara. Call me up soon. I’ve got a class to hit in two minutes, gotta go,” as she lets go of his cock, he hurries down the hall to his class, reaching down and adjusting his semi hard cock in his shorts as he goes.

Dianne looks at Ms. Tara and says, “I didn’t know you were fucking him. We hook up now and then. If I had known, I’d have backed off.”

Touching her on the shoulder, Ms. Tara says, “Fuck him all you want girl. We are not exclusive. He’s only one of the men in my toy box. You never want to waste a cock like that. We need to spread that kind of wealth.

Dianne chuckles and says, “yes he is pretty good with that big dark sausage of his, isn’t he?”

The two dominant women chuckle and lock arms as friends with something in common do as they head down the corridor.

End of Chapter 02

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Lindsey (Boy) = 35

Amanda = 37

Jann = 31

Rebecca = 29

Chapter 1: Let’s Get Pampered At The New Spa ‘Hands of Hercules’

“Let’s find a spot to park, Jann. I really need to pee!” Rebecca said impatiently. “I told you not to drink until we get there, Beck. Just chill out while I drive. Damn!” Jann replied with vigor. Beck is always needing something, WTF! She thought to herself as she finally spots a car leaving the lot, for real this time.

“Lindsey, you’re gonna LOVE this new place! They have a massage room, a sauna, mani’s & pedi’s, of course… and I think there’s a large indoor hot tub inside as well! It should be a blast for your 36th birthday party…” Amanda said to Lindsey, the birthday boy that likes to indulge himself with feminine thills & pleasures from time to time. “Shhh, I brought some goodies for the day… here’s something to get you started at least. We’re gonna have some FUN, Y’ALL!” Amada screamed out in excitement, handing a bag of blow to her long-time best friend.

“I’m so fucking excited! I’ve been hearing some interesting things about the masseuse’s here. Let’s all do some bumps before we get out, right?” Lindsey wasn’t suggesting, it was his way of telling them what’s about to happen.

They each do several bumps before getting out of the car and walking up to the main entrance of the massage spa. Each carrying a little bag & something to change in later.

A tall, muscle-bound man with dark, bronze-like skin & gargantuan arms & shoulders walked up to the entrance door and & held it open for Lindsey & the girls as he welcomed them to come inside.

“Hello guys. I’m Raymond, & my friends call me Raymond. Just kidding y’all, he, he, … sorry …. They call me ‘Big Ray Bai’ ha ha ha … so sorry y’all … My REAL NAME is Ray-Ray & It’s gonna be one lovely day-day. Let me & my partners here pamper & spoil y’all rotten. I know you love to be treated like the Queen, or y’all won’t be here, right? & yes, that especially goes for you, sir… just let us indulge you & relax. It’ll be a day you won’t ever forget. And I really mean that as well. But I can already tell by the looks of all four of y’all that it won’t be drag, for sure. Ladies & Gents, allow me to introduce my partners in crime, the lovely Vicki on the left there, & Miss Venus on the right there.” Vicki & Venus waived enthusiastically at us, although just slightly awkward about Venus. Maybe she was shy… Lindsey thought to himself as the three able-bodied masseuses snatched up everyone’s purse & all of our bags as well before anyone could say anything.

“Oh, I would like to keep my bag Vicki, but thank you very much dear.” Lindsey said, realizing his pills & the blow were inside of his handbag.

“Oh, okay. No problem. But we don’t take the bags away from you, we just carry any extra weight for our client’s, so they don’t over-exert themselves. We just place them next to you once we have you set up for a luxury treatment.” She replied with all information that Lindsey needed to hear.

“Well, in that case… here you go… & thank you, dear, that’s a lovely thing to do for me.” He pleasantly allowed her to carry both his handbag & another heavier bag without the slightest hesitation nor awkwardness as Venus, who was at least an inch or two taller than Lindsey was certainly stronger than he is & likely outweighed him by 30 lbs. maybe more.

She took both bags away from Lindsey’s own delicate looking hands by comparison and whisked away like he almost committed a sin by questioning her position to carry his burdens for him. Afterall, it was his birthday, and she was easily the more robust of the two. Taller, stronger, & definitely more of an able-bodied person than he would even want to, honestly. Lindsay & the girls are NOT to lift a finger & shall allow themselves to be self-indulgent to the extreme because it was against the rules, which, according to Ray-Ray, it is!

Of course, Abidinpaşa Escort Lindsey loves these ‘rules! He doesn’t think in an old-fashioned way, hanging out with girls and getting regular manicures & pedicures, along with other things that are deemed as being “Girley” … not that he gives a shit about what dumb, simple-minded sheep think, at all! They’re just suckers in his mind. It was wonderful being treated like queen, and Lindsey was proud of his soft, delicate hands & feet. Afterall, they looked and felt gorgeous. As does the rest of him!

The seven of them walked into the changing area. This would be a good time to indulge in a few more party favors before we go to through the maze of pleasure, Lindsey thought to himself, no longer listening to Ray-Ray and so in the mood for a day like this!

“Okay, now once y’all are done dressing down we’ll come in, one – by – one, & we’ll carry you from where you’re sitting, or standing, & carry you across our fabulous & thrilling facility, but also quite large & confusing facility. So, we’ll give you some time, as much time as you need ladies & gents. We recommend the massage first, or the mani -pedi. It’s totally up to you. You can drab a cocktail at the bar and lounge in the hot tub first if you want, and we’ll carry you right back here if you desire a hot shower afterwards, and kinda play it by ear…” Ray-Ray had been talking almost non-stop since we walked in the door and was ready to start the pampering process. “Just let us know 5 minutes before we come to the changing room so we can set up first. You can use the phone in the room to call us in when you’re ready, okay… and enjoy the experience! Not many day spa are this luxurious.”

“We will reveal in the opulence without blinking an eye. Didn’t they tell you that we have royal blood?” Lindsey joked. “So, we might come across eccentric in our blissful ecstasy.”

“Ha ha ha, that’s exactly what we’re looking for in our cliental. Act like you’ve been there before, right? But we don’t mind at all if you want to frolic in ecstasy. We recommend it!” Ray-Ray replied with his sharpened wit. “I didn’t know y’all we’re of royal bloodlines, but I did hear from a little birdie that it’s someone’s birthday. Maybe there will be something extra for that!” Ray-Ray said gleefully as he waived politely and the three of them left us on our own.

“My goodness, didn’t I say we would be good today. He is ready to be pampered and stimulated with pleasures of the flesh! Just like I said y’all! We treat our guests like Queens in here, baby doll!” He said to Vicki and Venus before turning around to smile & wink at Lindsey & with a queer-like look in his eyes. “He must assume I’m queer as well.” Lindsey whispered to Amanda after they were well out of earshot. Rebecca and Jann gave us a curious look of excitement after we told them what Ray-Ray just did.

“Well … we definitely have his blessing to get really loose on ecstasy.” Lindsey proclaimed to the girls as they were heading to the bathroom to change into their bathing suits. “

“Oh, I caught that as well. Yea, this will be like an orgy!” Becca blurted out as I could hear the three of them snorting line after line of the blow. Lindsey undressed himself in a tight-fitting pair of swim shorts. It was a size small and fits nicely around his slender body and thighs. He did a few lines himself and dropped a Vicodin down before the girls came out of the bathroom.

“How are we going to smoke?” Lindsey asked as he grabbed his e-cig and took a few deep drags for satisfaction.

“The bar is in a patio. The hot tub is as well. Not sure about everything else.” Amanda explained, as she researched this gathering mostly by herself, although they all paid evenly.

“Let’s drop the ecstasy now. I’m not waiting until the sun goes down.” Jann demanded to Amanda, who is holding the beans in her fancy, uptown Gucci bag. “How Escort Abidinpaşa many do we each have?”

Amanda took out a bag of ten pills. “Two & a half, I guess.” She placed one dark purple, brown spotted pill with an alien-like logo stamp in each palm. “It’s only 3: 30 pm… These need to last all night guys, so let’s not drop the next one for a couple of hours.” She was so organized and disciplined when it came to these situations.

“Sounds good to me. If they’re good like the last ones we wont even think of dropping another pill until 8 or 9, … this will be a blast girls. Remember, if anyone feels uncomfortable or something weird happens, and I don’t think it will, then let’s remember that we’re all friends and no one gets left behind or anything like that, okay? … Let’s fucking party, Ladies! Down the hatch!” Lindsey called out as they all dropped their pill and went for a bottled water immediately.

“Gross as fuck!” Becca complained as she washed the pill down.

“That means they’re really good.” Amanda told her and the rest of us as we gagged the hard to swallow poison and were now ready to call Ray Ray & his henchman to come pick up, literately. “Should we call Ray Ray now?” Amanda asked us to see if we’d decided and ready to get started.

“What should we do first?” I asked the obvious aloud to everyone. “I think we should be brought to the hot tub first. I’m so ready for that. Plus, by the time the ecstasy hits us we’ll want the massage next!”

“Sounds about right!” Becca said nodding her head yes.

“Same! Hot tub time, you sexy babies!” Jann chimed.

“What about the ‘mani-pedi’s’? We might be too fucked up to even enjoy them or get them at all!” Amanda was making a lot of sense here. But I had the perfect answer, as usual.

“That’s what the coke is for, Com’on. We just had one a few days ago. My nails look perfect, see?” He waived his hand up with the nails facing them to show off his beautiful French nails, a think, clear coat of gloss that still shined when the lights hit them from the right angle. Non were broken, either, which would’ve been a disaster for a modern metro man, such as Lindsey.

“Oh my God, Lindsey, your nails look, prettier than MINE!” Becca yelled out, half seriously and half-jokingly. “Whoever did your nails will do mine from here on. Gorgeous & stunningly sexy. A LOT on the feminine side, but your dainty, soft hands wear them so well, dear. And look, they’re long, like … like…” She stuttered as she tried to call Lindsey out for being at least half gay.

“Like a girls’? Yes, I love long nails on a woman. So, I wanted mine just as pretty. You’re just jealous of me, aren’t you dear!?!” Lindsey replied heatedly. She should know his style by now to not try and make fun of his feminine style.

“Uhhh, I’m gonna be sick, ooooooohhhh!” Becca ran to the toilet and barely made it.

“Are you alright, Becca?” Amanda, the mother of the group, asked her. “See if she needs help.”

Jann and I both volunteered to check on the Becca. She was smiling and washing out her mouth with water.

“I’m totally good, woah… The beans are REALLY fucking good, aren’t they, guys?” Becca asked rhetorically. She was already blowing up and it had only been 10 -15 minutes, max.

“How is she?” Amanda yelled out.

“Time to call Ray Ray, she’s starting to roll already!” I replied reassuringly.

“Okay! I’m calling them now!”

“Let’s all wait by the door and wait for them to carry us to the hot tub. I don’t think I can walk anyways.” Becca said, slightly stumbling as she held on to Me and Jann, making it a struggle to move very far at all.

“I’m fat, guys. See? I feel fat next to, Lindsey… You’re so, perfect-ly thinnn. Skinny whinny boy. Looking so hot to guys and girls! …. Hey, I’m sorry I tried to make you feel bad about your nails, I’m jealous, I admit it… I love you so much, Lindsey! You’re Abidinpaşa Escort Bayan a good friend to us all. I love you, even if you always get the most attention! Definitely more than me. And I’m a girl! Damn it!” Becca said as she stood up on her own, recalibrating herself and gave Lindsey a bear hug.

“Becca, I fucking love you too! Don’t ever forget that!” I embraced her and leaned down to show my affections for her.

“You guys are SO CUTE!” Jann said. I LOVE YOU BOTH AS WELL! HUGGGS!” She wrapped her arms around us and soon Amanda got in on the hug fest just in time. “LOVE!” She said joining us in this moment of truth friendship.

Ring – Ring – Ring

“Ray Ray’s here guys. How should we go about this…?” Asked Amanda, looking to me for an answer.

“Follow my lead.” I winked at her & immediately cleared my head of the mushiness to draw from the spoiled, pampered, prissy & sometimes the overly demanding Queen side of my character.

“He knows how to be a mean girl, there’s no denying it.” Becca joked as they watched me to be entertained, and sometimes even educated.

Lindsey unlocked the door by moving the latch off. Then he quickly sat back down, so as not to make it overly easy for Ray Ray to sweep him up off his pretty pedicured feet, which were on full display as he lounged carelessly aloof in the leather chair. His legs up over the arm, crossed neatly and puffing on his e-cig with deep, relaxing draws he looked as if he expected to be pampered by a loyal servant as his legs and feet dangled over the arm of the chair, gently swaying his pretty feet lightly in the air. His toes were perfectly done. They would look awkward on a normal man, but Lindsey had such a way with self-confidence that everyone already knew he was super sexy and dug his style, accepting his femininity as a part of his sexual appeal. His white toes had such a fine-looking gloss that the can blind someone at the right angle with normal indoor lighting.

“Oh my, such pretty feet for such a pretty little man!” Ray Ray said as he couldn’t help but lust over Lindsey’s fine, delicate physique, practically licking his lips and drooling on himself as he approached Lindsey. “I’m taking Lindsey! Venus, you’ll have to wait!” Ray Ray pronounced as he scooped Lindsey right up in one continuous, effortless motion.

“The robe looks so fantastic on you, my dear Queen.”

“Oh my, Ray Ray! Well thank you, sir! I must admit, you are the strongest man I have ever laid my eyes on. Ohhh, I LOVE how this feels… it’s such a wonderful feel to have such a strong, powerful Herculean man of such capable physical qualities carry me about with such little effort… and so graceful are you as you walk that I might be tempted to believe you’re somehow gliding us to the destination. It’s a euphoric! Just feeling your solid sturdy body laboring right below. I can tell how physically powerful you are as I am in ecstasy, lounging on you in luxury. You afford me the sensual indulgence with a fondness I find exceptional. You have deified me by laboring underneath my frolicking demeanor. So then worship me as your Goddess! Bend at my feet! You provide me opulence as I soak myself in eroticism while you toil! I am physically delicate, but not frail at all! Only I’m the pretty, beautiful Queen that you openly lust over, loving me as I sit and you carry me about because I fancy that and you fancy me, Ray Ray. Now, take me to the hot tub and lavish me 1000x! Beginning with my feet, which require a wet massage!” Lindsay was blowing up so hard as he spoke with unknown wisdom while Ray Ray now openly submitted to him completely, treating him like Goddess.

“Yes, My Mistress!” Ray Ray spoke softly now. He carefully and gently rubbed Lindsey’s beautiful feet until Lindsey commanded that he lick them first, so the massage would feel more appropriate on such pretty feet as Lindsey’s were, undoubtably.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” Becca said, being the first to break the silence while Lindsey spoke with the upmost authority over his willingly submissive subject, Ray Ray.

you that it won’t be difficult to loosen y’all up and get y’all to relax as you allow use to please & pleasure your pretty much every whim.”

Ray Ray

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