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— This story was inspired by personal experience. One of those early discoveries of an interest in submission, perhaps. Don’t forget to rate if you enjoy it, and thanks for reading! —

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It was the first time he had done anything like this on his own. There was something in that fact that was both exciting and anxious for him. He might have hated the talks his parents kept giving him about “becoming a man,” but the truth was that he felt it, too. He was being treated more like an adult and less like a kid. He was expected to step out into the world and do things without Mom and Dad. Then there was that other thing.

His body was changing. Gross. It was such an annoyingly common phrase. Why did they always have to put it so delicately? It somehow made things worse.

Eighteen was not the beginning of puberty, either, for Christ’s sake. He had long ago noticed things were different. It wasn’t as if these were secrets to teenage males. At his age, he could drive. He was legally considered a consenting adult where he lived. In a year’s time, he would be able to own a gun, and could even be drafted.

These were the things he told himself, anyway, as he nervously checked in and sat down in the waiting room. Another, less reassuring part of his mind would not be quieted. What are they going to do? What are you going to say? What if something happens? What are you going to do then? Will you ask the right questions? Ask anything?

It’s just a check-up, he told himself. That’s all. Quit worrying.

Moments later, the door opened and a young nurse called for him by name.

“Eric,” she announced.

He stood up and started moving toward her. His teenage brain immediately and involuntarily pictured her naked. Truth be told, it often went to these places even with women that were well above his age, sometimes with those he didn’t feel an attraction to at all.

In any case, it was frequently frustrating no matter how he felt about someone else. The nurse was not unattractive, but there was something different about her. She had very short brown hair, big friendly eyes, a free spirited personality, and a sleeve of tattoos down one arm. Sticking out among those tattoos was an equal symbol in rainbow colors. It felt like the meaning should have been familiar, but his mind was otherwise occupied.

“This way please,” she said with a smile, leading him down the hallway.

Talking to girls his age was still something of a mystery to him. What hope did he have for talking to adult women then? All he had to do was act normal, he reminded himself. But what does normal mean when you’re stepping out into largely new terrain? His parents had done the talking before. Now he had to somehow get over the nervousness enough to avoid looking stupid.

They entered a small examination room and the nurse introduced herself as Trish. She asked him a variety of questions about his health, making note of his answers on a clipboard. There was a lot of “I don’t know” in his responses. You don’t know, his brain teased him. You should probably know.

Trish was more understanding than his brain. She was confident, kind, and calm. She told him it was okay he didn’t know everything she was asking. He wondered about her. Her reactions to him seemed like how someone reacts to a puppy. She was there to make sure the puppy stayed okay, that the puppy was comfortable.

“So,” the nurse went on, moving to grab something from one of the cabinets in the room, “unfortunately our bathroom is undergoing maintenance today. I’m going to have to ask you to fill this cup here, so we can run your tests. Just please be careful not to spill.”

Eric froze as she handed the cup to him. She nodded and stepped forward more, until he reached out and took it from her. Trish stood back and waited. After a little while, when it was obvious he was hesitating, she spoke up again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guard the door. Just go ahead when you’re ready.”

He was almost certain this was unusual. What did they normally do when someone had to take a urine test and the bathrooms were closed? Was there only one bathroom in the building?

Soon, he realized time was wasting and Trish was not going anywhere. She’s a medical professional, he told himself. Don’t be weird. He took a deep breath, nervously messed with the zipper on his pants, and finally pulled himself out.

As he tried to concentrate on the cup in front of him, he heard a noise and looked up to watch the nurse from the corner of his eye as she picked up a pencil from the counter, then wrote something on the paper on her clipboard. Suddenly, he felt a tickle and the cup started to fill in his hand. His face began turning red and he fought to keep his composure. But after a brief few seconds, he had filled it to the line and was done. The lid was placed back on, and he handed the cup to the nurse.

“Okay,” she said contentedly, turning to leave. “If you’ll please undress and put on the gown there Ataşehir Escort behind you. The doctor will be in shortly.”

“Undress?” he repeated, hoping she wouldn’t hear the slight worry in his voice.

“Oh,” the nurse remarked with a grin, “you can leave your underwear on.”

Right, he said to himself, your underwear stays on. That hadn’t helped the situation, had it? You probably made her uncomfortable having to talk about your underwear. She just had to see your penis. It sure made you uncomfortable. Did you see how she grinned at you? She probably thought that was cute… innocent… probably knows you’re nervous. So much for making a good impression.

As he took his pants and shirt off, he imagined the nurse suddenly barging back in without warning. He knew there was no reason she would, and he knew it would be extremely unprofessional. The door was unlocked, however, and he couldn’t think of much else. Maybe she had forgotten something in the room and came back in a hurry, not thinking to knock.

Then she would apologize profusely, like in all those movie scenes, while still taking care to look you over. Would she like what she saw? Would you look like a kid to her? What would you do if she laughed?

He knew what the last question meant. He was a skinny guy. He didn’t feel like his body was impressive yet. Maybe it would get there someday, but it wasn’t there now. And then there was his underwear. In some ways, it was worse that she had asked him to leave them on.

Eric had been wearing briefs since he was little. The kind of undies that were not so affectionately referred to as “tighty whities.” They were just what was comfortable. He had no reason to feel embarrassed by them until he started getting older. Even then, he didn’t bother asking his mom to start buying him boxers. He hadn’t gone out and made the switch himself, either. Maybe he still liked the comfort. Maybe he had limited money and didn’t want to spend it on underwear. Or maybe he just hadn’t thought about it much until now.

He was glad to put on the gown and cover himself up. It felt too open and exposed, though. He sat down in a chair and tried to get comfortable.

You’ve been in for a check-up before, he reminded himself. This isn’t anything new. People have seen you naked before, too.

Yes, that was true, but this time was different. He didn’t feel like a kid anymore. He was alone now. It would just be him and some other person, going over his body. Like the nurse having him pee in a cup. He hoped that the doctor would be a woman, too, though he wasn’t sure they would be. He hadn’t been to the doctor’s office in a while, and they had had staff changes since. The family doctor they used to see was no longer there.

Surely, this was a large part of the nervousness he felt. He had just wanted to get this over with, so he hadn’t asked any questions, and honestly hadn’t listened that closely when scheduling the appointment or talking with the nurse. So to a large degree, Eric had no idea what he was getting.

There was a knock on the door and after a brief pause it opened.

Well, shit, he thought. He got his wish. She was a woman. She was beautiful, too, so much so that he felt himself get tongue tied even without uttering a sound. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her facial features reminded him somewhat of Gillian Anderson. She could not have been more than a few inches shorter than he was. And naturally, she carried herself with a sense of authority that filled the room, even as she extended her hand to shake his.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Richards,” she introduced herself.

“Hi,” was all he could say in response.

Doctor Richards looked over the sheet on the clipboard in her hand and began making conversation about the notes the nurse had left. As she was doing this, Eric’s eyes drifted up her body beginning at her feet. In a split second glance, she caught him in the act, then returned her attention to the clipboard while he was still blissfully unaware.

“How are you feeling?” she asked politely.

“G-good.”

“Just here for a routine exam?”

“Yes… Ma’am.”

He wasn’t sure why he added that last part, but the slight smirk that appeared on her face when she heard it told him he had either done something embarrassing or done something right.

“Let’s have you step on over here to the scale,” she continued. “Normally, we have the nurses do this, but we’re a little understaffed today.”

That was the truth. It wasn’t the full truth, though. What she kept to herself was that she wanted to get a good look at him. Words like sweet, innocent, shy, and nervous were running through her head, and she had a sneaking suspicion he probably hadn’t tied the back of his gown well.

She stood back as he came and stepped up onto the scale. It amused her to see that she had been right. He had tied a single knot in the gown and it was already loosening thanks to his movements. But Kadıköy Escort what stood out most to her was his underwear. Tighty whities. This kid wore tighty whities to my office, she thought.

The doctor moved closer and began jotting down what the scale showed. Eric knew the back of his gown was hanging open. He wanted to reach back and yank the corners together again. Or maybe not. With her standing next to him, all he could picture was her hands untying the pathetic knot he’d attempted. Then…

He snapped himself out of it just as she asked him to go have a seat on the exam table.

Exam table was maybe a nice word for it. This one was attached to the wall in the corner by the counter, and it was utilitarian in the extreme. No headrest, no cushioning for your back, and by all accounts it looked like the sort of table you’d dissect an animal on. Just as he stopped in front of it, a voice spoke up from behind him.

“Oh, and go ahead and untie the back of your gown, please.”

In a flurry of emotions, he made himself follow her directions and slowly reached back and undid the strings holding the gown together. For a second, he wondered if she was watching. No, he said to himself, don’t be silly. That’s just your dirty imagination.

She was watching, though, and watching intently. Once he was up on the table, Doctor Richards came over and placed the end of her stethoscope against his chest.

Aren’t you a cutie, she thought to herself. Your heart is racing.

“Deep breath,” she instructed him.

Eric took a deep breath and his pulse relaxed a little.

“Another one.”

Now it was calming down more. She moved the diaphragm around on his chest, listening to his breathing. It was more than a little clear that he was still anxious. Her chest was right at his eye level, too, so she knew exactly where he would be looking, whether he meant to or not.

Generally, it wasn’t good practice to make too much eye contact with a patient in the middle of an exam. She had to focus on her duties as a doctor, but you also didn’t want to make what could be a vulnerable and intimidating experience into an even worse one for the patient by confirming that, yes, you were observing their reactions very closely.

He was an exception, though. She made eye contact and broke it slowly enough to be sure he knew it was not accidental. When he noticed her looking at him, his expression changed dramatically. It was as if everything in the room fell away and he was caught in the gaze of Medusa herself. A sense of frightening calm came over him, which she picked up on instantly.

“Very good,” she commended him, letting the stethoscope fall back around her neck. “Put your arm out a little for me.”

The blood pressure cuff used to annoy him so much. It constricted his arm and he hated the way that felt. This one was different, however. She pulled the velcro straps apart and put it around his wrist. Then she closed it around him and gently pushed his arm back against his chest, while her other hand rested against his shoulder to steady him.

“Just hold it there until it beeps,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She picked up her clipboard again and made more notes. Inside, she was thinking how respectful he was being. You caught a live one, Janet, she laughed to herself.

When the pressure cuff beeped, she took him by the arm and checked it over. Then she jotted down something else, before undoing the straps and freeing him. If she hadn’t known any better, she might have thought he seemed a little despondent about that.

Doctor Richards asked him to lie down next, which he did. The table was cold to his back. He felt like an object to her like this, like she would start poking and prodding him at her whim now. The image excited him and embarrassed him at the same time.

She stood over him and waited for him to relax and be still. Then, without warning, she took the hem of the gown and pulled it up all the way to his neck. Eric let out a startled shudder and jumped a little.

It might not have been very professional, but she softly put a hand on his head and shushed him. “You’re alright. You’re being very good, too.”

Her hands pressed against the sides of his stomach. They touched his chest. They felt down his hips and thighs. Her fingers were soft but not exactly gentle. There was no doubt they were inspecting him. He started to suspect that this wasn’t all part of evaluating his health. Or was that just another one of his silly fantasies?

She’s probably just checking your appendix, he told himself. Checking for lumps. Making sure you don’t have pain in places where it shouldn’t be.

Then, as if it was no thing, she carefully put her thumb and index finger on the top of his underwear and pulled up. Enough to get a good look at what was in there. Seconds rolled on before she was satisfied and lowered her hand again to let go. Eric’s mind had gone blank until he slowly regained awareness.

Wait… Bostancı Escort is that normal? he wondered. Of course. Don’t be weird. She was making sure you… don’t have an infection? Erectile dysfunction? A vagina where your penis should be?

None of it made much sense. She had just pulled right up on his tighty whities to take a good look. What seemed like a long look. He had started to stiffen, too, and he knew she must have seen. She hadn’t reacted like it had bothered her at all, though.

A part of him was dying to ask, but he had no idea what to ask, and he was too mortified to dare. Yet it wasn’t the invasiveness of her examination of him that was mortifying. It was that he liked it. It left him with questions. It left him wanting more.

He turned his head just in time to see her finish writing something on the clipboard again. That damned clipboard. He wanted to know what she was writing on it. It was a stupid thought, he knew, but he couldn’t shake the idea that she was documenting him, noting every little detail she had seen.

Eric sat up and got down from the table.

“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Doctor Richards suddenly said. “If you don’t feel comfortable, you don’t need to answer.”

There was a silence that hung in the air. Eric quickly realized he hadn’t imagined what she asked.

“O-o-okay,” he stumbled out.

“Why the tighty whities?”

Tighty whities, he thought. She called them that? Not even briefs? His breathing increased and he felt his mind race. What possible reason could be given that would sound mature? It seemed like there was none. Her face remained stoic, concentrating on his.

“I dunno,” he let out shyly. “I just like ’em.”

Immediately after this, he was kicking himself. You came here ready to venture out into the world, be a man, and all that jazz. You lucked out and got probably the hottest doctor you could have gotten in this place. And all you can say to a question like that is something a ten year old would say. Great job, idiot.

“Fair enough,” Doctor Richards said with a chuckle. “I expect to see you wearing them again next time, then.”

“What?” he stammered, the words leaving his lips practically before he had a say in the matter.

“I said,” she repeated, fixing her gaze on his, “I expect to see you wearing them the next time you come here.”

His legs started to shake. Her dark, amber eyes were not playing around now. It felt like an order. He somehow managed to stay composed enough to avoid tripping over his own feet, but her demeanor opened up such a terrifying and tantalizing new field of possibilities in his mind that he almost wanted to trip and fall at her feet. It would’ve made the whole situation feel less ridiculous in a way.

But all he could say was, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good,” she affirmed. “I want to see you again in two weeks. Make an appointment with the receptionist, okay?”

“Okay.”

As she turned to the door, she stopped herself and paused. Then she spun around to face Eric again.

“Be sure you know why you’re coming back, too.”

His expression was puzzled. “Why am I coming back?”

“Think it over. You’ll know why. Just make sure you know.”

With that, she turned back, opened the door, and was gone. He sat there thinking for a minute. His pulse began beating faster. Walking over to the door, he locked it. Then he removed the gown, dressed, and left. He made sure to schedule an appointment with the receptionist before heading to the car.

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The next two weeks had passed quickly. There were the usual stresses of school, home life, and other matters, but behind it all was the promise of seeing the doctor again. It was not lost on him that there was no indication that he was in anything other than perfect health. Nevertheless, she had wanted to see him for a second appointment, and so soon, too. He knew it must mean something.

She had told him to be sure, but he didn’t feel sure. He had masturbated several times after the last visit, creating a different fantasy in his mind for each occasion. All involved him being further subjected to her cold, calculating examination. As the day drew closer, he began to realize just how much anxious excitement he felt at the thought of seeing her. No, he wasn’t exactly sure; he was hopeful.

When he sat down in the waiting room, his pulse was strong enough that he could feel it in his chest. He marveled at the fact for a minute before taking a deep breath to calm himself. There were times he had gone to the dentist when he would’ve given anything to get out of having to be there. It was the uncertainty, the discomfort, and the pain that had bothered him. Now, he practically expected to encounter all three again, yet the thrill this gave him struck his mind in simple wonder.

“Eric,” Trish called as she opened the door. The look on her face was dispassionate and impatient, as if she almost anticipated there would be no answer. When Eric got up and moved towards her, her expression changed to one of mild surprise and amusement.

Well, you weren’t wrong, Eric told himself. It did mean something.

“This way, please,” Trish beckoned, turning down the long hallway. “How do you feel?”

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From that point on, Ruth started to take the lead in bed. She still loved it when I would fuck her relentlessly, but she did take a liking to me wearing a cock ring and watching as I sucked on her cock dido during fucking. I didn’t think it was weird at all especially as I was a randy young man wanting as much sex as I could get my hands on, so I went along with it.

As couples do, we got talking about fantasies and what she liked and disliked. I owned up telling her.

“I have to admit, I do like the idea of group sex, but,” I looked at her and held her hand, “I completely understand your opinion about swinging.”

She looked at me and asked, “So do you want to try it?”

I looked at her questioningly. She said, “I just don’t think I could ever go that far, but if you wanted to, you would have to tell me everything.”

I was getting nervous, and asked if she was serious, also, I wondered just what sort of woman I had got involved with. She was amazing.

She then took off her track suit bottoms, sat back down on the sofa, leaned back and opened her legs, showing me her naked and open wet pussy. She told me to eat her. I dived down onto the floor and sucked and licked her like a hungry dog. I licked inside, all over and sucked on her clit. She had an enormous orgasm.

My face was covered as I sucked and swallowed and enjoyed her pussy. Then, when she had calmed down and was able to talk again, she reminded me once more.

“Just make sure that you tell me everything when I come back.”

And so, having been given my instructions. I had to know if the two college instructors that were supposed to be into the swinging scene, were keen to chat about what they got up to.

I found one of them when he was alone, and did just that. I knew his name was Clive, but I kept things semi-formal. I followed him to his classroom one break and making sure his classroom was empty and he was alone.

“Morning Sir, Şerifali Escort could I have a quiet minute of your time please.”

He stood by his desk looking inquisitively at me while slowly putting papers into his briefcase. I excused myself as he pointed his palm at one of the chairs in the room. To start the conversation, I introduced myself then just went for it and asked him.

“I understand that this might be a little cheeky Sir, but do you have any information about local swinger scenes? I would seriously like to know more and would be interested in finding out if I could try it.”

He looked at me, the classroom door, then back to me.

He asked me, quietly, “where the hell did you get the idea that I know about swinging?” I looked up at him and saw some annoyance in his face. I swallowed out of nervousness.

“Why do you think that I know anything about that?” he continued as he walked over to the door and closed it.

He obviously knew me because he asked, “Aren’t you seeing Ruth?” I was impressed that he knew that.

I replied, “yes, but she is not into the group sex scene.” Hearing that he just made a humph noise and said, “well, boy, that is the end of your swinging journey then.”

I was a bit put off by his comment and then out of the blue I remembered reading about a subject in my Dad’s porn mags.

“Is cuckolding part of swinging?” He just laughed, looked at the door again and asked if Ruth wanted to cuckold me. I thought frantically and quickly I shook my head and said.

“Noooooo. She is ok with me trying it out these things, but we have a deal that I have to tell her everything afterwards. I was just asking if cuck couples attended the swinging parties.”

He again looked at the door and then at my face to study me to see where I was going with the conversation. He told me that sometimes they did, but not usually. He asked what I had in mind. I had to think Göztepe Escort and draw on all my knowledge to try to direct this conversation the right way, but I knew I was blowing my opportunity to get in with him in a big way.

I continued by saying, “Honestly Sir, I am really truthful in my interest. I just want to know more about swinging and perhaps, if it all goes well, then I could get Ruth to try it.”

He laughed again and shook his head in a negative way. He told me to own up.

“You are just a wanna-be who likes the idea of swinging. You would probably chicken out when it got to it.” All the time he looked at me, as if gauging my reaction. “Ruth would kill you if she knew you were at a swinging party. I bet that Ruth and you had never even had a threesome. Are you even bi?”

At that point, I thought why did I have to own up to being bi? It didn’t really matter did it? What I know now, and didn’t know at that time, was that Clive was setting me up for something that would change my thoughts and way of life about sex. He was about to take me on a journey that would awake in me, an owning up about where I fitted in this world. What I would come to think of was normal swinging, would in fact be the group grooming me to be submissive. I was so young, inexperienced and hungry that I just went with it.

We both heard laughing and talking as a group of teenagers approached the door and opened it. They automatically barged into the classroom but then stopped and looked at us as if they were disturbing something. He looked at me calmly and said quickly and loudly.

“Come back tomorrow Mr B, during the afternoon break. We can go through your paper then. As you can see your time is up.” I nodded, said thank you and yes Sir, and I left.

The rest of the day, I was just thinking about everything that we spoke about. I seriously thought that I knew enough to try and bluff my way to a swingers meeting. Ümraniye Escort

That night I told Ruth that I had asked one of our instructors about his swinging group. She was genuinely excited and sitting on the couch, I had to tell her everything that he and I said. After I told her everything, we had a very wild fuck session, after which we fell into a deep sleep.

Next day, I clock watched all morning, then at three o’clock I was waiting outside Clive’s classroom sneaking a look in through the door. He was still teaching, and I could see his students eagerly waiting to get out of there. Everything he had said was going around and around in my mind.

Then the door burst open and the students flooded out chatting and laughing. I waited until the room was empty, then went in. Clive was at the front desk, packing papers once more into his briefcase.

He looked at me and said that he had been thinking about my question and proposition. I watched him as he walked to the door and nodded for me to follow him. We walked down the corridors to the small study rooms, and went into one. Clive opened his briefcase once again and put some papers on the desk. He closed the door then sat down on the side of the instructor’s desk, his legs dangling to the side. I sat down behind one the student’s desks opening one of my books.

I started speaking first. “I have to own up Sir, Ruth and me haven’t had or been in a threesome. As for being bi, I don’t really think so Sir.” Clive looked down at me, frowning.

“I don’t think we have anything further to chat about.” He stood and started to pack his papers again, and I thought that I had blown it.

Feeling pretty dumbfounded, I quickly asked, “why not Sir?”

He stood looking at me.

“You just don’t get it do you boy. Swinging isn’t just fucking someone’s wife or girlfriend, and then buggering off. Swinging is all about accepting sexual freedom and the other participants choice.”

He then described how swingers played and lived, all of which made me want to experience it. I was turned on and intrigued, but then he changed direction in his description. This was when he started to change my thinking and open the door to me being a submissive.

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Continuation of the story

1..Stag 2 Cuck or both.

2..Stag 2 Cuck the next step.

3..Stag 2 Cuck another step.

4..Stag 2 Cuck The Path is Laid Out.

5..Stag 2 Cuck a twisted path.

6..Stag 2 Cuck The Challenge.

It has been a few months since my wife accepted a challenge from the club. We are visiting the club once a month for the group session and while our regular guys from before the club no longer come around, we have 3 regulars from the club that are visiting us on an average of once every 5 days. I have also gotten used to my wife’s permanently bald pussy and her small queen of spades tattoo that reminds us all the time of what she has done.

On Friday I come home from my work and my wife greets me with a big smile.

“The club called me today and offered me another challenge for a merit badge.” She said.

“Another one? Ok so what is the challenge?” I replied.

“I will leave here on Sunday morning and fly to Reno and work for a week in a brothel.” she said.

“That sounds great, I can’t wait to leave.”I replied.

“You can’t go. I have to do it alone without you. I can only text you for a few minutes a day so you know I am fine. But otherwise you stay here limp.” She said.

“I take it you already set it all up?” I asked.

“Yes, Sunday at 11am my flight leaves and I get back on the following Tuesday. I will be gone for 10 days but working in brothel for 7 of them.” She replied.

“What are the conditions you will be working with?” I asked.

“I signed up for no anal. I will be working 9 hours a day for 7 straight days. I get paid only when I have a customer. I will get $80 per hour to fuck with a condom and $140 per hour to fuck bare. The place has a regular clientele and they screen customers first so I will be safe.” She explained.

I was getting hard hearing this and knowing what was going to happen. My wife took advantage of that and fucked me well that night all the time making sure I knew that that was the last time I would touch her until she returned on next Tuesday.

My wife has had practice in giving me the shot. She can dose me so that she can almost to the hour predict when I will get hard again. Sunday morning rolled around and we worked to get her to the flight on time. Just before we left she got a shot ready for me and injected me with it. This time no teasing or anything just a shot while I was already down.

“I am giving you enough to keep you limp for 12 days.” She said.

I just started getting excited knowing I was going to be limp for so long and she was going to be away getting fucked by many different strangers in Reno.

She arrived in Reno and was picked up by the brothel and shown her room. She was to start on Monday working every day from 2pm till 11pm. She is expected to clean up and shower after each man and even if her customer is the 5th man that night, she is to treat him like the first and only. She got to relax and rest Sunday and see what went on. She sent me a text to let me know all was ok and she was excited to start. Each customer has a receipt that says what they paid for and any special requests so the girl can deliver. Then on Monday at 2pm my wife became a prostitute at the brothel.

She sat in the lobby from 2 til about 4 before somebody purchased her. The man that approached her was in his 70s and handed her a ticket that gave him 1 hour with her bare. She led him to her room and got undressed. She presented her body to a man older than her father. He was not much to look at but once she felt him enter her, she got into it and gave herself over to him.

“You must be new here.” He asked.

“Yes, I am here for a week and you are my first customer.” she replied.

“I only come here once a week. I am glad I came today. It has been a long time since I was with a Vietnamese girl.” he said.

He continued slowly fucking my wife. He used nearly the entire hour before he flooded my wife’s pussy with his cum. They laid together for a few minutes after before his time was up and he had to leave. My wife got up with cum leaking out of her and headed to the shower to clean up for the next customer.

She went back to the lobby after cleaning up. She realized it takes about 45 minutes to clean up and put on makeup after a customer. She didn’t wait long in the lobby before the next customer approached her with a receipt for one hour without condom again. This man was a white guy about 5 foot 7 inch about 40 years old. He was a big guy of about 350 pounds.

She led him to her room and once again got undressed and gave herself to him. He was hard right away and wasted no time climbing on top of her and slipping in. She nearly disappeared under him. He completely covered her and was sunk balls deep in her. He pumped her but his body never broke full contact with her. All she felt was his weight on her and his cock Kurtköy Escort pumping her pussy. His body rolled over both sides of her pinning her down. She felt him against every inch of her. He was totally still except for his cock pumping in and out. He was like a human blanket on her. He didn’t last but maybe 20 minutes before he came in her. She was a little uncomfortable with such a heavy guy but feeling him cum made her feel good. He rolled off of her and they sat for the rest of the hour as he ran his hands all over her body and touched her and kissed her the whole time. As his time ended he got dressed and left the room. My wife took another shower and got ready for the next customer.

She went back to the lobby where she sat with guys and flirted until about an hour later another man came to her with a receipt showing he just purchased her. This was a much nicer purchase, the guy was 25 years old and a good looking business executive that just does not have time for dating. She led him back to her room.

He was a powerful lover, one that made her feel good but was forceful and took her as he pleased within the rules of the brothel. He put her on the bed and began touching her and within a few minutes he was pumping her pussy. He lasted about 10 minutes and came in her, but kept on going. She slowed down and continued to fuck her for another 20 minutes and came again. Again he did not stop but only slowed down and kept fucking her changing positions periodically. With time getting close to running out he came a 3rd time in her pussy. He wasted no time just like in business he got dressed and left my wife very messy on the bed. It took her 15 minutes before she was able to get out of the bed. She got quickly showered and cleaned up and went to the lobby again.

11pm came around and she had not been purchased so she went to her room alone to rest. She got ready to go to bed and fell asleep easily after being well fucked. She sent me a text saying good night and letting me know she is fine and earning good money.

Tuesday late morning my wife wakes up, gets dressed and has breakfast. By 2pm she is in the lobby flirting with the men. At around 3pm she is approached by a man with a receipt for her. Another bare no condom but this man is a midget. Dressed in a suit and holding a good job but something she has never done and he just purchased her. She led him to her room and once again got undressed and gave her body over to him. He wasted no time in exploring her body some. My wife began sucking his dick which to her surprise was fairly normal in size. Just under 6 inches. She felt him all over her body before feeling his cock slip in her pussy. He fucked her for about 20 minutes. She was not used to such a small guy so she could not hold him while he fucked her but she still enjoyed it. He finally came in her and then got dressed and left. My wife was shocked having a first. But she enjoyed him. She got cleaned up and went back to the lobby flirting with the guys and being groped a little too.

While she was enjoying the flirting, the madam came up to her.

“How would you like to work the milk room tomorrow?” She asked.

“What is that?” My wife replied.

“It’s a room where you are strapped in on a bed and guys enter the room and just stick their dick in you and cum. A guy gets about 5 to 10 minutes to cum in you and leave. There is no clean up, you stay there the whole shift letting the guys relieve themselves cumming in you. You get 4 15 minute breaks to eat drink and use the bathroom. You get $25 per man.” The madam explained.

“Are there many guys for that?” My wife asked.

“Tomorrow will be busy in that room, you will be very busy.” The madam replied.

“Sure, I’ll do it.” My wife said.

“Ok, take the rest of the day off, you’ll need the rest tomorrow.” The madam instructed.

My wife left and took in the sights for a while and spent the day relaxing. She got dinner and went to her room and got plenty of rest. Wednesday morning she woke up and had breakfast then reported to work in the Milk Room at 2pm. She undressed and laid on a very comfortable bed. Her wrists were strapped down to the mattress but her legs were free to wrap around the men in her. As soon as she was secured to the mattress, a bouncer entered the room to watch over her. She then realized that guys were already waiting for her in line at the door.

“Are you ready?” asked the bouncer.

“Yes.”My wife replied.

“Just let me know if you need me and when you are ready for a break.” the bouncer added.

With that, the first man took his pants down and entered my wife’s pussy. He came in her within about 5 minutes, pulled his pants back up and left. Within a few seconds another man entered the room and slid his cock into my wifes cum filled cunt and added another load in her. He pulled up his pants and left also. As he Maltepe Escort left the room another man entered and slid into her now leaking pussy. My wife was starting to enjoy this kind of sex and wrapped her legs around this next man as he exploded inside of her.

This went on for 3 hours. She lost count of how many men came in her but it was nearly a constant line of men with a guy cumming in her about every 10 minutes. She took her break.

“Remember, no clothes while you are on break and no cleaning up.” The bouncer reminded her.

She walked through the lobby naked with cum leaking down her legs as she went to the bathroom for her break. She was watched by nearly everybody in the lobby. She had cum leaking out of her pussy as she walked. She grabbed a drink on the way back and went to the Milk Room. She now knew why it was called the Milk Room, she was milking cock all day.

My wife was secured to the mattress again and the traffic into the room began to flow again as did the cum. Her mind was completely lost as dozens of men each came in her one by one. She took her breaks and returned to the room for more cum. The Milk Room is used twice a week with different girls, it is a fast money maker. Today my wife was the feature and she was injected with cum by more men than she could keep track of. It was great for her feeling all the cum in her. Her favorite thing was feeling men shoot cum in her.

She didn’t realize the time and the bouncer told her that her shift was up. The last guy had cum in her and the bouncer was releasing my wife from her restraints. The bouncer then grabbed my wife’s clothes and escorted her to her room. Her pussy was well used and she was covered in cum as she walked naked and used through the lobby. All eyes on the slut that just worked the Milk Room. It made her both proud and a little ashamed that she just did that. Although mostly proud.

The madam visited her in the room as she arrived.

“You did great today. I know that job is tough. I have done it myself before. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow at 2pm for your regular shift.” the madam said.

My wife without a word just laid on the bed and passed out without having cleaned up. She slept well all night but also had cum leaking out of her pussy all night. She woke up Thursday in the morning a little tired and sticky but got in the shower and got ready for another day of work.

She got to the lobby ready to start flirting but was met by the 350lb guy from earlier in the week with another receipt for bareback play. She really didn’t enjoy this guy because of the size but he bought the time so she led him to the room and let him fuck her again. Once again he completely covered her but enjoyed fucking her and cumming. Due to his size he was in contact touching nearly every part of her exposed body all at once. She let him do his thing and waited for him to cum which is the only part she really enjoyed. She cleaned up and went back to the lobby. She flirted for a few hours until around dinner time hit.

She was approached by another man with a receipt for an hour with a condom. She led this middle aged man to her room. He looked like a guy cheating on his wife but long as he paid my wife didn’t care. She fucked him and when done she cleaned up. Cleaning up after the condom was only half the time and she was back to the lobby where she was met by another man with a receipt for her and a condom. She had 4 customers that night all using condom on her. At this point all the men seemed to blend together. She didn’t really care anymore. If you had a receipt for her she spread and let you have her without question. Her pussy was open to all. She became very open and easy for men. She lost track of the men except for a few that made some impression on her.

She was tired after all that and went to bed right after her shift. She woke on Friday morning and once again had breakfast then reported for her shift in the lobby at 2pm. She sat and flirted with guys as they came by kissing on them and allowing them to grope her. After a short time she had several men paying attention to her. Shortly after the madam came by and pulled my wife to the side.

“These guys you are flirting with want to take you to the VIP room. There are 5 of them and if you agree you will spend the rest of your shift with them in that room. You get $400 for each of them and it is all bare. You’ll be theirs for the time. Are you interested?” asked the madam

“Yes, of course.” My wife replied.

She led my wife to the VIP room with the 5 guys following her.

“Here you go, the room is all yours I hope you all enjoy.” The madam said.

My wife went in, the 5 men followed her and one bouncer to make sure everybody behaves.

“We want to see what we just bought honey. Take off the clothes you won’t need them tonight.” One of the men said.

My wife Tuzla Escort removed her clothes and was presented with a cock to suck. She got on her knees and began to give a good blowjob.

“I want to cum in your mouth.” He said.

My wife normally does not do that but she let him cum in her mouth as she let it drip out and down her chin and chest. The guys were in the VIP watching sports and drinking. My wife was sucking dick, taking cum and periodically being fucked by the guys one at a time. They were passing her around the entire night each playing with her. Sometimes it was just licking her nipples, sometimes she was sucking dick other times she was being fingered and felt up and others taking a load of cum in her cunt. They had a spread of food and liquor in the room as they enjoyed my wife the entire night. She was the plaything they could do just about anything to. They would not allow her to clean up after any of them. She was left messy used and wanting the next man.

My wife ate as she was hungry but was almost always interrupted by another guy that wanted her pussy. Which she happily gave to each of them all night until the end of her shift when the bouncer escorted her out to her room so she could rest.

The bouncer escorted her to her room. My wife turned and gave the bouncer a hug for looking out for her. She then slid down and undid his pants and began to suck his dick. My wife does not usually let men cum in her mouth but the bouncer was the 2nd to do that to her today. She eagerly licked and sucked his cock and made him pop in her mouth in about 5 minutes. She got up and smiled at him saying thank you again to him.

Saturday she woke up and once again had breakfast and went to the lobby to work. Saturday brought in many men that just got paid and wanted to have some fun on the weekend. Both Saturday and Sunday went about the same with her fucking a man about every 2 hours. Each man spent the entire hour with her getting their money’s worth. These men all used condoms. It seems this crowd is the safe crowd but she still enjoyed both days being fucked as fast as she was able to be ready for the next. The condoms helped keep her cleanup time down. Although she missed feeling the cum shoot in and leak out. She worked her shifts and never stopped. She finished her final shift on Sunday and went to bed.

Monday morning she woke up and got ready to leave. She flew back home and landed in the city that was home to the club. She went to the club first thing on Tuesday where they verified she completed her challenge and they took her into the tattoo room for her merit badge.

She arrived home about the time I did on Tuesday. She was smiling and showed me her pay stub which was as follows:

Condom play 15 @ $80.00 = $1200.00

Bare Play 13 @ $140.00 = $1820.00

Milk Room 46 @ $25.00 = $1150.00

VIP 5 @ $400.00 = $2000.00

Total = $6170.00

I had to ask about the Milk Room which she explained as being a cheap whore taking men at $25 each. I loved that my wife was such a slut. Doesn’t hurt that she made over six grand doing it.

“There is something else for you. Take a look.” my wife said as she pulled her pants down.

She had another merit badge tattoo. It was a crown with a dollar sign about 1 square inch on her cunt next to the queen of spades.

“Another merit badge tattooed to you. Is this how they all go? You are permanently marked with this?” I asked.

“Yes and I plan to get more merit badges too.” She responded.

“Are you still limp?” She asked.

“Yes of course. Till tomorrow I figure.” I replied.

“Then I will take you to dinner tonight and you can hold me and hear about what I did. Then tomorrow you can fuck me again.” she added.

“According to your pay stub you fucked 79 men in that week you were gone.” I said.

“Actually it was 80 if you count the blow jobs for the bouncer.” She replied.

“Wow, holy shit that is amazing. I love it. I love you. Normally by now I can get a little hard but I have nothing right now.” I told my wife.

I was so turned on knowing that while I struggled at home unable to get hard or cum, my wife was being fucked by so many strangers. But I usually can get a little bit of a chub by now. For some reason I am still lifeless and limp. I sure hope this drug is not beginning to have long term effects.

“I am sure you will be hard again soon. I want you in me.” My wife said.

“I can’t wait.” I said.

“You seem to enjoy the challenges the club does.” I said to my wife.

“I love it. But what about you?” She replied.

“If I was able to be hard right now I would explode. I love that you do all this.” I said.

I do, I love when she fucks other men. Although I do prefer that she does it with me there to see. Knowing she is fucking is one thing but to see it just puts me over the top.

The next morning we both woke up and I went to work. Came home and my wife greeted me with a blow job but I still was not getting hard. Although I was able to get a little chub so maybe tomorrow I can finally be hard and reclaim my wife after 80 different men have had her.

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In the 1960s and -70s a lot of perfectly good small English towns around the perimeter of London decided they needed to modernise, partly to develop themselves as desirable homes for an increasing number of people moving out of city slums, and partly because destroying the architectural past and replacing it with the modern concrete Brutalist style was the high fashion of the era. The process was stimulated by the fact that the conservation of historic buildings, streets, and urban layouts was at the time entirely up to municipal councils rather than the national cultural organisations subsequently created to try and make sure no further damage was done to our country’s architectural heritage. As will become apparent, these facts form the physical background to this story, which takes place at an advanced stage of the physical destruction of my home town’s ancient centre, where a market square and shopping streets that dated back to the 14th century had, at the time it takes place, been largely but not totally wiped out.

At the same time as it was pursuing a negative campaign of modernisation by destruction, my town’s council was attempting to prove its contemporary relevance by introducing new institutions to our cultural life. One of these was the Summer Carnival.

Carnival. It usually has one of two meanings. Either it’s the conventional carne vale — ‘farewell, meat!’ — of the European Catholic world, immediately preceding the fast of Lent. Or it’s the Caribbean version of the celebration, in England traditionally centred around the London Notting Hill Carnival established and run by the city’s West Indian community at the end of August each year. Ours was neither. The town wasn’t conspicuously Catholic, and its Caribbean inhabitants — although they always won the annual prize for best float and costumes in the Saturday afternoon parade — participated more out of an amused cultural obligation than because they’d played any part in creating this newly-devised “tradition.”

Still, it was a good excuse to hang out on the streets on what was usually a reasonably sunny day in June and, for those of us who’d just turned 18 and had little money to lurk anonymously in shop doorways or alleys getting lightly wasted on cheap cider or beer we’d clubbed together to buy.

This particular year I’d spent the afternoon watching the parade from the window of my grandfather’s pool hall above a men’s tailoring business in the old market square. Grandad was a retired military officer with a lifelong affection for alcohol that had led to this ideal retirement job. He could spend all day nipping at a hip flask of whisky between beers bought for him by friendly regulars. He’d already slipped me a couple of bottles of lager, so I was feeling quite mellow by the time I left, having seen that the stage at the top of the square was being set up for the evening’s bands and sound system. I stepped from the dark narrow staircase at the side of the tailoring shop into a warm, slightly humid early evening laden with the smells of diesel and hot fat from the burger vans and that faint tang of warm tarmac which hovers around town centres after the weather has stayed hot and rain-free for three or more days. People were hanging out of the doors and windows of the pubs that surrounded the square, and clusters of kids were beginning to drift into the space, some of whom I recognised.

At the other side of the road I spotted Tom Harrison with a carrier bag that I guessed contained booze of some description. Even more interesting, he was accompanied by two girls.

Tom wasn’t a special friend of mine, but we got on reasonably well. Tonight, though, as soon as he spotted me he called out and waved frantically to attract me over. One of the girls, tall with long blonde hair, wearing a floaty Indian print dress, I recognised as Claire Jones, someone a lot of my male contemporaries had aspired to date over the years. I’d even snogged her myself at a Christmas party the previous year, though she wasn’t really my type, if it’s possible to know what that is at such an early stage of one’s sexual and romantic explorations. She looked slightly less enthusiastic than Tom, but waved too.

The other girl, a head shorter than Claire, with shoulder-length mousey brown hair and wearing a tight scoop-necked black T-shirt over denim shorts, I didn’t know.

“This is Emma” Tom said as I joined them. “Emma Bright.”

Emma said ‘Hi’ and smiled in a noncommittal way. She had a Roman nose and dark eyes, which contrasted with Claire’s more delicate, pale features. She looked like someone who knew herself, rather than inhabiting the fashionably ethereal image her friend did so well. She had small, well-proportioned round breasts held, braless, by the stretchy fabric of her top, square shoulders, and strong brown legs. I didn’t know if she was My Type either, but hell, she was a girl.

“What’s in the bag?” I said.

“Cider.” Tom nodded across the square to where a police car was parked. “If we’re Anadolu Yakası Escort going to drink it, though, best not do it in the open. What say we go to the bus station?”

“OK.” I’d only been out for five minutes and already had an offer of girls and booze. The evening was already shaping up.

Tom walked ahead with Claire, contriving first to brush against, then hold her hand. I could see which way this was going and why he was so pleased to see me. He needed someone to take Emma off his hands while he went to work on Claire. Emma knew it too. As we trudged behind them I glanced round at her and shrugged. She rolled her eyes in pantomime exasperation, then grinned, winked at me, and grabbed my hand. She had a firm grip.

Any kind of contact with any vaguely presentable girl was usually enough to give me an instant erection, and my much-teased, sadly underused appendage duly complied.

“Might as well” she said.

“Yeah.” If there was a catch in this, I had yet to notice it.

Our town bus station was an object lesson in concrete Brutalism, both in the literal sense of using only the raw, prefabricated material — ‘beton brut’ in French — and as a description of the way it had kicked any character or soul out of the old town centre. It was a vast, square, subterranean, grey-sided, dimly-lit cave whose floor was covered in spilt fuel and oil and stank permanently of exhaust fumes. It sat beneath what had been proudly publicised, when it opened a few years before, as the largest branch of a renowned multinational cut-price department store chain in Europe, and above it reared a faceless Soviet-style skyscraper housing the municipal council’s offices. Later, after I’d been to university and studied art and architecture, I rather pretentiously described it as looking like Le Corbusier’s take on the circles of Dante’s Inferno.

It held, however, distinct advantages for certain disenfranchised sectors of our town’s society. Vagrants with no roof over their heads could always find one there, since whatever other indignities it inflicted it never rained, and the constant tickover of diesel bus engines meant it was always warm, if almost certainly carcinogenic. And for young people still constrained to living under their parents’ roofs it was also a fairly safe place to engage in activities which might have got us arrested anywhere outside, including drinking and mutual groping, since everyone else using the place just wanted to get out of it as quickly as possible and nobody gave a damn what anyone else was up to.

We found two adjacent benches in a dark corner of this cavern. From a distance we could just hear the tuneless efforts of a local amateur covers band murdering The Beatles’ “Please Please Me.” Tom handed the two bottles of Strongbow round.

“If we run out, you’d better try the off-licence, Joe. You’re the tallest of all of us.”

Given the way he and Claire were wrapped round each other after we’d got through only half of the first bottle, I didn’t think that was likely.

“Drink is a great provoker of three things” Emma said. I recognised the quote from Shakespeare’s “Macbeth.”

“Nose-painting, sleep, and urine” I continued.

She grinned and took a slug of cider, handing me the bottle.

“Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance” she said.

“I bloody hope not” I said. “Doesn’t seem to be doing it for those two.”

Tom had his hand very obviously up Claire’s skirt. Although she was between us and him, one of her hands appeared to be doing something rhythmical in the general region of his crotch.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth onto Emma’s, which was already open. Her tongue slid over, under, and around mine, and I could taste her cider-flavoured saliva as I gripped her shoulder blades and pulled her in towards me. There was another scent about her which I couldn’t quite place but about which my still-stiffened cock had no doubt. I fancied I could feel her hardening nipples through the two thin layers of our T-shirts. She had her hands in the small of my back and began to scratch me lightly, rhythmically, through my clothing.

“That’s more like it” she said, when we eventually came up for air. “Look, I’m sure there are people who get off on the smell of buses and stale engine oil, but I’m not one of them. Let’s finish this booze, leave these two to it, and go and do something a bit more interesting. I know a place.”

“Er, OK.” Tom and Claire were now nearly horizontal on the bench. On one level I felt a bit jealous that Emma hadn’t been so forthcoming, but what she’d said seemed to be a promise of even better, whatever it was.

As if reading my mind she squeezed me between my legs as I took another swig of cider. I tried to dissociate my cock from the sensation of being rubbed by a real live girl, at the same time as I reached out and brushed her tits as she took the bottle from me. Her nipples were definitely now visible through her shirt. Tentatively, I slid one hand up her thigh toward the centre of her groin. It was hot and, I fancied, humid, though denim’s a fairly thick material and I probably imagined that detail.

“Later” she said. “Drink up. Let’s go.”

Tom and Claire didn’t notice us leave. I thought we’d have to go back into the market square, where the covers band could now be heard doing violence to the Rolling Stones’ “Satisfaction”, but Emma instead led me, holding my hand, to the escalator I’d forgotten which ran from the bus station to the doors of The Largest Cut-Price Department Store in Europe, and thence through the new model concrete shopping centre parallel to, but hidden from, the ancient cobbled market square.

We stopped every few yards to kiss and fondle each other in the doorways of closed units that made up the new Brutalist shopping space. I slid my fingers up the legs of her denim shorts and under the thin silk of her knickers as we kissed increasingly ferociously. Her wetness slid over my hand. My cock got harder and harder, demanding a relief that just wasn’t forthcoming.

“I really need to fuck you” I found myself gasping into Emma’s ear as she splayed herself against an advertising sign, thrusting three fingers up her tight wet cunt as I pulled her T-shirt up to suck on her hard little tits. She gasped at the intrusion, bit my ear in retaliation, but didn’t object.

“Soon!” she said. “Promise!”

We came to the edge of the shopping centre, a breezeblock cliff that ran along one side of a narrow road, for all the world like the Berlin Wall. At the other side crouched a terrace of low, boarded-up shops awaiting demolition, some of them showing ancient timber frames, their whitewashed facades glowing in the fading daylight like the ghosts they would shortly become.

“Here.”

Emma grabbed me by the hand and almost dragged me across the road and through a narrow passage between two of the dilapidated old buildings, into a tiny courtyard where weeds pushed up between flagstones.

“I used to work here” she said. “Part time job before it closed. It used to be a paper shop and tobacconist. God, I’m dying for a wee.”

There was a brick-built coal bunker in one corner of the yard. She headed for it and, to my utter aroused astonishment, stripped off her shorts, pulled her white knickers down around one ankle, and squatted with her back to the brick, leaning her weight on it so she could use both hands to pull open her cunt lips and begin pissing a torrential stream.

I didn’t even have time to think about what was appropriate behaviour in such circumstances. I wanted to watch her pissing, I wanted to drink her piss and lick her cunt as she did it, and I badly needed to cum. I threw myself to my knees in front of her, extending my right hand into the gush, and scooped a palmful of her hot piss into my mouth.

“That looks so sexy” Emma said, moving one index finger up to where I knew her clitoris was, rubbing it vigorously and causing her stream to rise and jerk so that it splashed my face as I leaned forward to look more closely. I opened my mouth and moved in for the last spurts as she forced them out of the tiny urethra I could now make out between her clit and her glistening vagina.

I’ve subsequently read somewhere that all the manufactured scents and perfumes women put on themselves to try and make them attractive to potential sex partners would be useless compared to a dab behind the ears of a teenage girl’s urine. The hormones it contains, and their concentration in someone suddenly coming to sexual maturity, are specifically designed to make any interested party want to fuck her instantly and repeatedly. But I didn’t really need to read that, because I knew it instinctively in that instant. I’d always been secretly interested in watching girls pee, ever since my older cousin Fran showed me how she did it when we were both in primary school, and since I’d started manufacturing masturbation fantasies one that kept recurring was tasting a girl’s piss. And here it was finally, in moonlit, sordid, backstreet reality. Emma’s piss tasted salty, bitter, hot, like apples from the cider, everything infused with that dark spice I’d got first from kissing her and then, a hundred times stronger, from smelling her lubricated cunt as I pushed my hand into it. It was glorious.

Without noticing I was doing it, I’d unzipped my jeans. My cock stood up hard and almost numb with the pressure of being restrained so long. Emma reached out the hand with which she’d been massaging her clit and ran the tips of her fingers and nails over the slippery tip, licking them to taste my precum then grasping the shaft with the same firmness she’d used on my hand when she first took it, what seemed like a century earlier.

“Fuck my cunt with your fingers” she said.

“I want to put my cock in you” I heard myself pleading, almost hoarse with desire.

“I’m not on the Pill” she said, “And I don’t suppose you’ve got any rubbers on you. We don’t need any accidents. If you fingerfuck me and I wank you in the same rhythm it’ll be just like screwing. And I’ll get to see you cum and you might get to lick me out, if you’re good.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. She’d already started pumping my cock with her strong little hand. I stroked her soft, damp pubic hair, and slid first my middle finger, then the index, into her. The piss that was still coating her labia was a less effective lubricant than the wetness I’d felt earlier, but I enjoyed its slight astringency as I pushed into her. I could smell the puddle of piss in which I realised I was kneeling, as it combined with the dark odour of cunt. I looked to one side at her crumpled underwear still loosely wrapped around her ankle. Emma wanked me hard, and the sight of the wet silk, the scent of her wetness, and the smoother feel of it beneath my fingers as it cut through the drying urine almost made me cum there and then.

I kissed Emma on the neck, as I couldn’t quite reach her mouth from my kneeling position and her half-squat. She moaned and used her free hand to pull her T-shirt up above her tits, exposing the now fully erect nipples for me to suck and bite. She was sweating. Her perspiration smelt almost as good as her piss. It too was salty and spiced.

“I liked weeing on you” she said breathlessly into my ear. “When I worked in this shop I used to borrow some of the sex magazines and read them on the toilet during my break. My favourite was one called ‘Forum’ that was all stories and no pictures. I loved the articles about peeing, fanny-licking and knicker-sniffing. That’s where I got the taste for it. I used to sit astride the toilet bowl and finger myself as I wee’d.”

“Jesus!” I said. “I’m going to shoot my load if you carry on like that.”

“Good.” She increased her pace on my cock, her nails digging into it. “The place was owned by this husband and wife. She was all right but he was an old pervert. Old enough to be my dad, but always rubbing up against me and trying to touch my little tits. Then one day he caught me wanking on the toilet. The latch on the door was broken. I think he’d been watching me through the keyhole, ’cause when he barged in he already had his cock out, hard in his hand…”

“Oh my God, Emma!” I was trying not to envisage the scene, her with her knickers round one ankle, fingers in her little cunt, sparse young pubes glistening.

“He made me wank him like I’m doing you. He was calling me a dirty little slut and a filthy whore. Do you want to know what I did just before he came?”

“Emma, I’m going to… No. Yes. Tell me!”

The story was obviously exciting her. Her cunt was now starting to contract and waves of heat and wetness consumed my fingers. Her rhythm increased to frantic pace. I took the risk and thrust a third finger as deep as it would go into her, realising as it caught on her left hand that she was now frigging her clit at the same time as wanking me.

“I took the end of his prick in my mouth and sucked and bit it. He couldn’t help cumming. I swallowed all his spunk and said ‘You’re right. I’m a filthy, dirty little slut, and I’m going to tell your wife what I just did to you.”

We both came simultaneously. She gushed down my wrist and my cock exploded. I was hit on the chin by my first spurt, which also splashed across her nose and mouth. She let go of me and I half stood while still ejaculating, sending hot trails of semen across her face and breasts, staining her shirt and dripping down over her navel into the pool of piss and her cum between her legs.

My head felt like it had exploded as well as my cock. I looked down at her as though from a mile away, conscious that I was grinning stupidly as she licked the cum from round her mouth, using those amazing fingers to wipe the rest off her nose and chin and lick them clean, before rubbing the great splashes on her neck and chest into her alert, erect breasts. She raised her head and licked the drip from my chin.

“Wow” I said, descending a little to earth. “That was… wow!”

Then: “That story you were telling just before… you know. You made that up, didn’t you?”

“Some of it” she said, smiling, a little sparkle of spunk still on her upper lip. “I did threaten to tell his wife about his perviness, and he paid me forty quid to keep quiet, which is five times what I used to earn for the whole weekend. And hey — I am a dirty slut, aren’t I?”

“In the nicest possible way.”

“Good”.

She stood up suddenly, those lithe brown thighs slick with her own wetness. She pulled her T-shirt back down and surveyed the thick patches of my semen staining the front, before peeling it up above her head and off, throwing it towards the shorts she’d already discarded. She now stood completely naked, except for the sandals she’d been wearing throughout and the bedraggled silk knickers around one ankle. She kicked off the footwear and lifted the pants to her face, finding the gusset and sniffing deeply at it. Then she reached the garment toward her groin and rubbed its crotch over her own.

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My name is Becky and this is my story. It all started two years ago. My husband always liked to play a game where I would play a prostitute and he a paying customer. I work for a very corporate law firm and I think my alter ego in our alternative lifestyle turned my husband on even more. It was always fun to get some sexy clothes and play out our little fantasy and guaranteed a night of great sex.

I was doing well at work and stared to work away more and more. Sometimes when I worked away for a few weeks at a time John would often come into the city to meet me. Each time we would meet at a bar, I would come in dressed in a wig and hooker clothes- you could say I would “picked him up” we would go to a hotel and have a great night of sex (I even had him pay me £50).

Then I got posted for to New York for work. I would be across the pond for three months but we decided to save money and go all this time without seeing each other. Due to this, in the time leading up to me going, I started wearing the sexy clothes more and more. We had noticed some of the real hookers had tattoos and piercing. For one for our last fantasy nights I tried some stick on tattoos and clip on piercing but it wasn’t enough. My husband only half joking asked me to get some real tattoos.

I made the decision when I got to New York to get both of my nipples Anadolu Yakası Escort pierced, a horizontal bar in each nip. Fuck me they stung like a bitch but I knew the surprise would be worth it when I got home! The long time before we would get to have sex again would allow my poor boobs to heal. About 3 weeks before I was due to come home, I realised I was going have to stay a month longer. To make it up to John I decided to get a mandala tattoo under my boobs and a small heart behind my ear to really enhance the look. My long hair meant that I could still hide my ear tattoo at work and stay professional.

When I got home John couldnt believe his luck. The company gave me two weeks off and we spend the whole time fucking like rabbits.

Six months passed and we got back into our old routine. One evening John asked me if we could take the body mods to the next level. I simply told him that if he picked the place, paided for it, and took me there I would wear what ever he wanted. We started to read up on the subject of prostitutes and tattoos–Most of the ideas I found were trashy but there was some interesting concepts: The word “Sweet” over one nipple and “Sour” over the other. The words “Fuck Me Fifty Dollars” over my vigial lips, Property of “pimps name”, Sexy Devils, lip stick on the butt cheeks–these Kartal Escort things. I shared these ideas with my husband and he said it would be a surprise for me. He would just take me to a place and I would strip and be tattooed like a hooker forever. It was a sexy idea and I was excited as John did all the planning.

One Saturday morning he said to me get in the car. I asked where we were going and he said “To get your tits tattooed”. He drove us to this tattoo convention. He had called around and some of the artists wouldn’t do what he wanted. This one that agreed to make me look like a street walker as long as I was his big project for the conversation…

Maybe a dozen people watched as I took off my top and bra. I just tried to act normal as the cleaning and shaving took place. The designs were put over the nipples–Not what I expected. One was “Beer” and the other “Wine”. They went on in just a few minutes–The first one (Beer) hurt worst than the other. After than, I was told to strip off my plants and panties. My pubic hair was shaved by the tattoo artist and his girl friend. I didn’t known what was going to be tattooed on this most private place. It was a face. The face of a woman with it set so the top lip was right on my opening. The tattoo also had words above the face–in letters over an inch Maltepe Escort high. It said “Happy Hooker”.

The tattooing really helped our sex life and once again just like when I came back from the States, just the sight of my art would give my husband a hard on.

In time, he wanted me to get more tattooing. So it was back to the tattoo artist and I got a large tattoo on my back that says “Party Girl” with a naked woman holding a cherry under it.

I am going to keep getting more sexy tattoos. If I ever get the courage I will have some bright permanent make-up tattooed on my face. A friend of mine did have eyeliner and eyebrows done but I want something bolder something that everyone will see.

One crazy idea I had was to tattoo some blue eye shadow on, Arching, thin eyebrows, eyeliner, Dark lipliner and bright red lips. Maybe even a little blue star put on my cheek below my eye (maybe not). I do have a career to think about!

I have a dress that is so low cut that people can see the words I have on my breasts and a bikini that even shows the “Happy Hooker” and part of the ladies face when I wear it. I have worn it in public but only when abroad. I don’t know what I would do if I ran into someone I know (my husband doesn’t like me cover it up–its all out there). People give me funny looks when I walk around but–its starnge, It sort of turns me on.

Someday I just know I’m going to be arrested! I haven’t told my friends or worse my work colleagues about my sexy art. It keeps our marriage alive and special. Maybe I will have “Property of John” tattooed on my bottom for Christmas!

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I wiped the dirt off of it and stuffed it into my pocket as I found my way back to my car. Patti’s mom had already driven away; there was no opportunity to negotiate a second chance — it was her way or the highway, so to speak. So the dilemma is mine alone: Would I wear the plastic device this week to obtain a 2nd date with Patti? Or admit the defeat that I had failed, when all my buddies had apparently scored with Patti?

I weighed the pros and cons all the way home.

I had worn it uncomfortably this evening; I can’t imagine wearing it for a week. But I’m not about to give up that easily and be the butt of my buddies’ jokes.

“Hey guess who couldn’t score with Patti Putout? Harold, you’ve gotta be the biggest loser ever. What’s the matter, Harold? Couldn’t she find your little pee-pee?”

No, it’s not ending that easily. I can handle a little discomfort for now, in the interests of scoring with Little Miss FarmGirl on Saturday night.

Arriving home, I took the cage into the bathroom, washed it off with hot soapy water. Even used my toothbrush on it. I don’t need any cornfield germs crawling up my penis!

Bam, bam, bam! My younger sister is beating down the bathroom door.

“Harold, c’mon, you’ve been in there for Anadolu Yakası Escort a half an hour. I need to get in there!”

“Hold on, Sis. I’ll be out in a minute!”

I rushed to push my balls through the ring. Owww. And slip my penis under and cap it off with the tube. And now the moment of truth…”

“Hurry up, Harold! I’ve gotta pee! Stop playing with your ding-dong and let me in!”

“I’m not!”

“Let me in and see, then! Or are you in there and thinking about Patti? I’ll bet that’s exactly what you’re doing. Patti, Patti, Patti!”

No time to ponder any longer — I crunched the lock shut. And exited the bathroom, pushing past my sister who was playfully grabbing at my privates.

“Patti, Patti, Patti!”

***

Sunday was the longest day ever. Between my sister teasing me with her childish sing-songy reminders about Patti… and my painfully trapped hard-off (not on!)… I couldn’t get any relief all day.

“You know, Harold, the girls at school say Patti is quite the vixen. She swears she has never put out on a first date, so I’m not surprised you seem to be crazy horny today; but word is, she makes up for it on a second date — if you get a second date, that is. I heard her parents Bostancı Escort are pretty cautious about horny young guys wanting to date their daughter.” Then Sis continued her taunt:

“Patti, Patti, Patti.”

I thought the day would never end. But nighttime was even worse. Trying to sleep with my penis trapped — it’s downright cruel. And that singsongy chorus kept going on & on & on in my head. And the thoughts of how furious Patti’s mom was with me. I don’t know if I’ll even get a real 2nd date. Or will her mom simply point me to Mr. Turtle and send me on my way? At least I’d have a dick free to do as I pleased after that. She will free me, right? She can’t make me go 2 weeks with this on, can she? No way!

Eventually my horror wore me out and I drifted off.

***

Monday

I really am not looking forward to awkward moments in the school hallway with Patti. So I was kind of keeping a watchful eye out, and avoiding her. But afternoon English Class together would make that impossible. And sure enough, she caught my arm after class.

“Hi Harold. How have I missed seeing you all day? Have you been avoiding me? You’d better not be. Especially after getting me in so much trouble with my parents! Man, Ümraniye Escort was my mom pissed. She said to give you this.”…as Patti handed me a sealed envelope with my name on it.

I quickly opened it, but wouldn’t let Patti see. It was a penciled map with an X marked in the middle of a cornfield. And written above it… “Checkup Appt… 8pm… Don’t be late!!!”

I stuffed it in my pocket before Patti could see.

“Well? What’d she say, Harold? What is it?”

“Just that you’re their beautiful young daughter and I had better treat you nice, if I hoped to get a second chance with them. Will you go out with me Saturday night, Patti?”

“Oh how sweet of them. And yes, Harold, I would love to go out with you again — if you treat me super nicely to make up for last week. But just one little problem. I had already told Joe I would go out with him this weekend. So how about the following weekend, Harold? Can you wait for me that long? Remember, you need to treat me really really nicely if you want to make it to my front-door and get a 2nd chance with Mr. Turtle. It wouldn’t be nice to let Mr. Turtle down again”. And she batted her eyes at me with that flirting look she gives all the guys.

Dang! And Joe, of all the guys. Football jock. An ass, for sure. And now, he’s effectively locking my dick up for an extra week. Damn.

“Ok, Patti, you’re very worth waiting for. Just think of me instead when you’re with him.”

“Oh I’m quite sure we will.”….as she waved goodbye and left for home.

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When we were a lot younger, still struggling with ‘making our places in the world’, and in love, but ‘busy’, Julie was feeling pretty neglected. My hours were long, six days a week. Julie’s were long with 3 young daughters, seven days a week. Now, still happily married, having a more than acceptable sexual relationship with each other, Julie for some reason felt she had to tell me about happenings when we were in our fifth year of marriage. To hear her tell it…

Honey, you remember when Hank was soon to be married to Jeanne after dating her for three years, living together for two. He began coming on to me when we would get together for dinner with them, but always when you and Jeanne were in the kitchen or in other ways both out of sight. At first it was just smiles and brief hugs and talk of wanting a last fling. It developed further when Hank’s territory was changed to include our town and Hank spent Wednesday’s canvassing for new business. You remember, honey, that we would joke that Wednesday’s meant coffee for Hank at 9:30 sharp for a few months? Well, I have to confess to you now that coffee and donuts were not all that Hank and I shared on one of those mornings.

The weekly visits coincided with nap time for the girls. (I’m sure I let him know the timing, or maybe I just made the timing coincide with his visits??) At first we would have coffee and a snack, talk about how I was so very lonely with you being gone most waking hours and how the girls were so much work at their age, two in diapers, nursing the youngest, trying to remain sane while feeling like a prisoner in our own home. It just wasn’t easy to pack up three little ones and go out to do anything other than shop for baby food. Besides, money was tight in those days and where would I go?

Hank so soooo very understanding. Of course, honey, I now realize that he wanted me so very badly, as a last hurrah, that he would have pretended to be understanding even if I was a raving lunatic. You remember what he looked like back then; tall, lean, blonde, handsome in a weird sort of way, and muscular.

I knew he was muscular between his legs too, as I had seen the outline of his semi-hard cock in his jeans one night after he had hugged me for longer than just ‘hello’. I began to make sure I was made up and nicely dressed in a revealing top every Wednesday. Because I was nursing, a bra was mandatory, but I made sure I wore the sexiest one I had even though my nursing bras were more comfortable.

Those mornings began to be the highlight of my week, as I was relishing the attention, the compliments, the understanding and caring that you were not providing. Yes, sometimes I even thought I might be falling in love with Hank! Then I would come to my senses, realize that he and Jeanne were months away from marriage, and get back to reality that he wanted a fling and I wanted attention. I even started fantasizing while masturbating, sometimes while nursing the baby, (you and I were rarely ‘making love’; at best we were getting each other off by mutual masturbation, a quick fuck, and goodnight sweetheart), that Hank was Bostancı Escort nursing on my swollen breasts. I came so hard when thinking about that. My normal 34 B cups were 36 C or maybe D by this time, the nipples ½” while nursing, the areola their normal silver dollar size. Usually a light pink, the nursing mom’s were now a medium brown and you commented that you liked them better a light pink (like there was something I could do about that).

I think it was a warm September morning when Hank’s arrival was unusual. He was in slacks and Polo, not his usual business suit. Huh I asked? He just laughed and said that his company’s golf outing was that afternoon, and that he was just taking the morning off. What better way he said to spend a few hours prior to golf, than seeing his favorite mommy.

It was almost immediate, that he smiled, came towards me, and hugged me close. It was almost also immediate that I felt his cock start to swell, pressing against my pussy through my sundress. Ahh, that dress. You loved it as my tits were made to look even bigger than they were because of the way the fabric puffed out a bit but at the same time held my tits high. It was also easy to pull the stretchy material down over my bra. While our sex life together was usually mundane, that dress never failed in being a catalyst for us. Why did I wear it that morning?

We said nothing at first. He enjoyed knowing that I could feel the stirrings in his slacks, I enjoyed knowing the cause. I could also feel things happening in my body. My breasts, hours away from my next nursing session, began to leak a bit. My pussy began to leak a lot. I broke away and said ‘Hank, you know I love Mike and I know you love Jeanne. We cannot let this get out of control. Let’s have our coffee, enjoy the longer than usual time we have to visit, and hope you have a great round this afternoon.’ I glanced down and saw that my breast milk was not being absorbed by my sexy see-thru bra! I could only think to say ‘Now, look what you’ve done, my dress will stain, and I’ll be right back.’

As I turned to go change, Hank simply slid his arms around me from behind, his bulge now nestled between my ass cheeks, harder than before, and held me, kissing my neck and saying ‘Change? Why Change? Let me make sure that beautiful dress doesn’t get more stained.’ Ohhhh Hank.

I couldn’t take another step. I felt his hands reach up and pull the top of my dress over my bra and proceed to pull it down past my hips and to the floor. Oh God, thank goodness I thought, I wore the matching panties!! Can you imagine? Why, honey would such a ‘female’ thought pass my mind when our friend and my friend’s fiancée was removing my clothing??!!

I was almost like a deer in headlights. The only parts of me not nervously paralyzed were my tits and my pussy. All of the those body parts now virtually awash with the juices of desire and mother’s milk.

Hank continued kissing my neck. You know Mike what that does to me. As I started to breathe deeply and become truly hot, Hank told me, not asked me, to follow him. Straight to Ümraniye Escort our bedroom and marriage bed is where Hank led me. My first thought was to say ‘NO NOT HERE’ as even lust was momentarily overcome with feelings of guilt. Not guild for what had happened over the past weeks, or even the past minutes, but guilt over what I knew was about to happen.

Hank sat on the edge of the bed; yes, our bed, and motioned me over. So, here I am, in a wet see-through bra, wet, see through panties, breathing so rapidly it’s a wonder I didn’t pass out. I approached, knowing now that all I wanted was to be consumed by him, to feel wanted again, to have a truly powerful orgasm, not self induced!

Pulling my bra down over my right breast, Hank immediately began nursing at my hardening nipple which actually began gushing into his mouth even before he enveloped it! God it felt good and I shuddered with my first mini orgasm as he nursed hungrily. He was actually whimpering a bit like a baby as he licked and sucked. I pressed my hot cunt against his knee, the panties now completely transparent, showing off my swollen labia and brown, neatly trimmed bush. His slacks..yikes those nice golf slacks..now had to be laundered and pressed. Oh well, I could get that done in time..back to the matters at hand.

Hank stood, hugged me gently, but with sexual power I hadn’t felt in a long, long, time. He loosened his belt, unbuttoned and un-zipped his slacks, and as he bent to remove them, gave my right breast a final sucking as if he couldn’t stay away! As he lowered his pants over his boxers, the head, that beautiful, huge mushroom capped head, already oozing pre-cum to the point that it was dripping down almost to the floor, was already in view through the slit in his shorts. I had to touch it. I love to grab your shaft Mike you know, and use my thumb to spread your pre-cum over your glans. It feels so good to me and I know you’ve said that it is a wonderful feeling for you too.

Hank obviously agreed. When I grasped it and took my thumb and spread a copious amount of pre-cum he shouted ‘ahhhhhh my God Julie that feels soooo good’. He quickly removed shoes, sox, pants and boxers, kicking it all into a heap. He then removed his shirt and more carefully placed that over the edge of the bed. As he did that, he reclined, knees still bent over the edge of the bed and MYGOD, his dick was for the first time in full view. I couldn’t believe it. It had to be 10 or 11 inches long hon, but its circumference was what was truly awesome. You are not small, Mike, but this cock appeared to double yours. I immediately fell to my knees and replaced my thumb on his glistening cock head with my tongue. Now it was my turn to nurse. Like a wanton whore, I tried to deep throat him and could not. That, however didn’t deter me from bringing him off for the first time simply by running my tongue around the head and occasionally sucking up the pre-cum by going down as far as possible and sucking. When he came it was truly unbelievable. The spasms must have lasted 60 seconds, my sucking only making him groan and Ataşehir Escort yelp throughout. I managed to swallow most of his sweet cum, that which I could not dribbled down into my bra, cupping below my left, still encased, and now painful breast. He at once, at the end, became sensitive, and I knew to stop my intense sucking, and just licked the shaft calmly, relishing in the pleasure of knowing that he had truly enjoyed what had transpired so far.

The morning had only just begun.

I now not only wanted, but needed attention to my left breast. Hank scooted up onto our bed, propped his head on the pillows and motioned to me to join him. I couldn’t wait. Not only my tit, but my aching quim needed to be administered to. I practically tore off my bra and panties, and lay perpendicular to Hank on my right side, left breast easily in reach to his hungry mouth. He wasted no time in first licking his cum from under my breast, then depositing it on my nipple. Then he proceeded to suckle, while reaching down and parting my pussy lips with the middle finger of his right hand. God he was good. He found my clit immediately, and gently rubbed it taking me to my second cum. You know honey, how I like it when you rub my clit slowly, at times just stopping and applying pressure right before I cum? Well, somehow Hank must have known that, as he brought me off as if we had been lovers for years. Between his sucking on my tit, encircling the nipple at times with his tongue then suckling again as he drained my mother’s milk, I came rapidly another two times before we both just stopped and embraced.

I could have stayed there all day, just like that. But of course, the babies would awaken soon, and I had to face the reality that if I was going to feel that wonderful prick deep within me, we couldn’t waste too much time. I dreamily asked Hank if he thought he’d like to continue our love making, and he responded by saying ‘look’. I rolled over and saw that his organ had again swelled to its massive stature and I couldn’t resist giving it one more kiss and suck, before rolling over on my back and asking him to please hurry – not because of kiddies, but because I had to feel that giant cock in me, deep in me, as soon as possible.

Hank knew what I wanted, but guided that enormous head onto my clit and moved it back and forth, round and round until I virtually screamed ‘HANK – FUCK ME, JUST PLEASEEEEE FUCK MEEEE’. In it went, certainly now without any difficulty as I was wetter than I had ever been, swollen wide, and ready for his deep thrusts. And deep they were. He had staying power because of my blow and suck job earlier, and he just pounded me to 2 enormous cums before I felt his dick grow wider and wider. I knew his hot jism was about to fill my cunt and couldn’t wait to feel it’s temperature and feel the throbbing dick deep within me. As he started to come, he bent down and got my long, right nipple, ¾ of an inch long now, and gently started my mild flowing again. I came again with him, panting and muffling my cries on his shoulder. His grunts were music to my ears, as after hearing them, I again knew that Hank was being pleasured, perhaps like never before.

Mike, I love you and now that we’re older, while memories of this make me almost as wet as I was that day, I know now you’ll take care of that for me. So, come now babe, it’s time for our morning fuck!

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Hi!!! – Oct 15 9:53am

Hey there!

My name is MysTerri22, welcome to my first ever blog post!

Let’s get real straight away: this blog is just an outlet for any stuff going on in my head right now about me and my boyfriend, ok? You’ll get loads of juicy little details but I won’t be telling you my actual name or my boyfriend’s name for the sake of privacy. I also don’t want my boyfriend to ever read this. It’ll become clear why later, so no trying to find out who we really are ok? Thanks in advance. Also it’s going to be very, very NSFW so if you’re at work or under 18 or something like that, please stop reading!

So, let me just start by saying this: I love my boyfriend, ok? He’s sweet, considerate and exactly the kind of guy I’d like to spend my life with if he ever gets off his butt and asks me. The only thing spoiling it all for me is something he can’t even help, poor guy. I know it’s something that shouldn’t matter and that I’m being a superficial bitch for feeling this way but…

He has a tiny dick.

Even writing it down seems like a massive betrayal of trust but I can’t deny the truth can I? Hard he is no more than about 3 inches, 3 1/2 on a good day, and soft, well, he’s basically a Ken doll soft. I know how this makes me come across but it’s just so frustrating sometimes, you know?

I hope that by me being brutally honest so far you also understand how serious I am when I say that I would never even think about cheating on him. Like I said, I love him dearly and even his ‘problem’ isn’t enough to turn me away towards another man. Even if some jacked dude walked in here right now with a cock as long as my forearm, pledged his undying love towards me and asked me to bend over so he could fuck me the way I’ve always wanted… I’d tell him to get fucked. Honestly, I would.

And besides, there’s always porn right? God damn, some of the things I’ve seen. Did you know there are actually guys out there who fit my description from before? Ok, maybe the forearm bit is a bit much but they aren’t far off. And they blow a load to match as well, you should see the women they’re with when they finish! Covered head to toe in their thick cum practically! I never get more than a poultry blast or two of thin, runny mess. And the noises the girls make, it sounds like they’ve been sent to heaven and back.

Anyway, all that is besides the point. Nothing would make me turn away from my boyfriend, nothing. But if there was some sort of way to give him a helping hand, I mean I’d be a fool to not at least try it right? You see all of these adverts that say shit like ‘grow your cock 9cm in one week!’ and all that kinda stuff. So I’ve made an order…

Now I know what you’re thinking:

‘Those things are a scam, they don’t work, you’re so fucking stupid!’

You know what, I’d be thinking that too, but I’m fucking desperate here! We’re stuck with two positions because they’re the only ones that work, missionary and cowgirl, and I mean they’re fine and everything but variety is the spice of life and is it too much to ask to want to get railed from behind at some point?

Anyway, they’re supposed to arrive today, hopefully while my boyfriend is at work so he won’t know about them. I still need to figure out how to bring this up with him in a way that won’t hurt his feelings and won’t make me seem like a mega bitch. If you’ve got any suggestions, please feel free to comment them below.

MysTerri22

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What happened with the pills?!?! – Oct 17 10:21am

Hey guys!

So it’s been just over two days since my last post. Thanks so much for your comments, I wasn’t expecting any response this soon! Although whoever IWant2BYourDaddy is, fuck off dude, I’ve already made it clear I’m not interested in anyone other than my boyfriend and I will block your ass if you keep messaging me, understand?

Sorry about that everyone, some people just need to be told in front of everyone that they’re a dick, don’t you agree?

Anyway, so in my last post I finished by mentioning I’d ordered some pills off the internet and I was waiting for them to arrive. Before I tell you all what happened next with that though, I just wanna clarify a few things.

I’ve been in major cringe mode since I read my first post back. I really make it seem like my boyfriend does nothing for me in the bedroom don’t I? For the sake of fairness, that really isn’t true. In all other aspects in the bedroom, he treats me very very well. Like how many guys out there are actually eager to eat your pussy? And he does it so well too. He’s even started licking my butthole recently too and whilst it’s always something I’d been a bit on the fence about, when he started doing it just out of the blue it was like a revelation! The only problem is it makes me want a cock in there and we all know how that would go…

So anyway, back to the pills. They arrived early in the afternoon, the packaging was very subtle and didn’t give any indication of what they were. The bottle contains 30 pills which are supposed to be dissolved in water or a liquid or something and Kurtköy Escort taken once a day. The description on them says it promotes growth but isn’t really much more specific than that. I mean there was a cock on the ad and the bottle is clearly aimed at men so I suppose it’s self explanatory yeah?

Now for the bit that is gonna make me seem like a terrible person. You’ll remember last time that I said I didn’t have a clue how to bring this up with him? A few of you made some really encouraging comments telling me I should just be honest with him and I tried, I really did! I just couldn’t think of a way to do it gently, you know? I mean how exactly are you supposed to tell the guy you love ‘I wish you had a bigger dick’? So I didn’t. I haven’t told him anything. I’ve just been… putting the tablet in his coffee each morning.

I know, I know! It’s a complete violation and I’m a horrible person for doing it, but put yourself in my shoes for a moment. I’ve bought these things and if they work like they say then it’s a good thing for him and for me right? I mean they probably won’t work, so what’s the harm? He’s had two so far, one yesterday morning and one before he left the house this morning and he’s not dropped down dead or anything, so no harm no foul right?

Listen, I know what I’m doing is stupid and a little immature, ok? You won’t need to tell me that in the comments. But ask yourself this: if I were to come back to you in say a week’s time and the things have actually worked? You’d all be buying them for yourselves or your significant others without a shadow of a doubt! I’m not gonna leave it a week by the way, I’m just gonna post whenever I can.

Hope to see you then!

MysTerri22

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Progress Update!! – Oct 19 9:57am

Hey guys!

Super quick before we start, I got a lot of comments on the last post telling me how much of an idiot I’ve been. News flash: I know that!! I said as much about 50 times in my last post! Anyway, turns out I might not have been as stupid as I thought…

So, one of my favourite things to do at night just as we’re cuddled up and about to fall asleep (we sleep naked and I’m always the little spoon by the way) is wiggle my butt a little on his crotch. I know he loves it when I do that even if he tries to be annoyed sometimes that I’m ‘getting him all worked up’ as he’s trying to get to sleep. I’m like ‘that’s the point though’. Sometimes we fuck after, but not always. I find it very fun though, it’s like my butt has magical boner powers cause he always gets hard whenever I do it.

Now because I do it all the time, I’m pretty used to what his boner feels like against my butt crack. Imagine someone has playfully given you a poke between the cheeks with their thumb and you wouldn’t be far away from what it’s like. On a girl with a smaller ass it might even be close enough to have a nice little poke at the butthole but for me, even though I’m not that big, it’s still nowhere near.

Except that last night I could have sworn it was closer, even just a little. I don’t know if I’m maybe willing this into existence and my mind is just playing tricks on me but I’m sure his cock was nestled a little further into my crack last night. I didn’t do anything about it because I don’t wanna freak him out, but I think the tablets might actually be working! I can’t know for sure because it’d be too weird for me to just say to him ‘hey babe, can I get you hard and measure your dick for a moment please?’

If I’m right and the pills are working, then the change should keep going and become way more noticeable. I suppose I’ve gotta think about what to say when he inevitably asks me what the heck has happened at that point, but I think he’ll be pleased enough with the results that it won’t be an issue.

Just as a quick note, my next update won’t be for a couple of days as I tend to write these when I’m alone and my boyfriend is at work and he’s got the next two days off. Still, that should give plenty of time for him to grow a little more and for us to be 100% sure whether this works or not!

Wish me luck!

MysTerri22

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Big News!!! – Oct 22 10:01 am

Hey guys!

I am beyond stoked right now! It’s actually fucking working, and I’ve seen the proof for myself! But no doubt you’ll want details yeah? I mean I’m pretty open but I’m not sharing a before and after picture if that’s what you’re after. You’ll just have to take this one from the horse’s mouth so to say.

So this past couple of days we’ve actually been away somewhere. My boyfriend surprised me with a 2 night stay at this swanky hotel and spa. Apparently he’s been planning it for months and somehow managed to get it all paid for without me knowing! See what I mean that he’s just wonderful?

Anyway, my first thought was that I needed to make sure I packed the pills and that I packed them discreetly so he wouldn’t find them. I decided to separate a few of them out into a little bag and hid it in a zip up pocket in my handbag. He’s got no reason to go in it unless I ask him to so I figured Pendik Escort it was a safe bet. The real struggle was trying to get up before him each morning and make him and me a coffee so he could have his ‘medicine’. The beds were so damn comfy, I’d have given up a limb to bring one home with us!

The place itself was wonderful too. I won’t name names for our privacy more than anything else, but rest assured I will be recommending it to all of my friends and family. It had everything, a swimming pool, saunas, private hot tubs attached to the rooms, an in house massage parlour and as much food and drink as we could bring ourselves to order! He really had gone all out with this.

We’d gone swimming in the afternoon and, knowing how much he loves seeing me in a bikini, I had flirted outrageously with him the whole time. It was bordering on indecent to tell the truth but I really didn’t care. Once he could take no more, I casually whispered in his ear that we should take this party to our own private hot tub. He knew exactly what I meant by that and in seconds we were out of the pool and heading back to our room, giggling like teens sneaking into a dirty movie.

I stripped down seductively as I got into the tub, making sure he saw all of my smokin’ hot body before I descended into the bubbles and beckoned him over. Like most guys he wasn’t exactly the most subtle removing his swimming shorts, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was what sprung back up once he’d dropped them. The fact that it sprung back at all should have been enough of an indication but as he walked towards me I could finally see the glorious sight that told me I had been right all along.

His cock was fully hard and was now at least 2 maybe even 3 inches bigger than it had ever been before! I stared at it in glee and he smiled back but said nothing. He must have known that there was a difference, surely? It’s as plain as day now! I think all that was going through his mind was fucking me good and hard with it though.

As he sat in the tub, I watched his cock disappear beneath the surface of the water and immediately threw myself onto him. I wanted that cock and I was going to have it! I grabbed it and felt this weird secondary pleasure at how much bigger it felt than usual. I mean let’s be frank here, it still wasn’t massive, but it was a fucking monster compared to what I’m used to!

I guided it into my ready pussy and for the first time since we’ve been together felt him slide deeper inside me than just an inch or two. It was fucking incredible! His cock was touching parts of me that haven’t been touched by anything except enthusiastic fingers for years! As a double bonus, he’s a little wider now too. So I did what any girl would do in my situation and I started to ride the fuck out of him.

The combination of the heat and bubbles against my skin and his enlarged cock made me cum really, really damn fast. I’m not used to cumming with his cock in me and it felt weirdly emotional, you know? Like I was finally getting what I deserved after all these years. I think he picked up on it too cause he pulled me in close and we kissed like we were trying to devour each other as I rode through my orgasm.

Seeing as I was getting everything else I wanted, I figured asking for one more thing wouldn’t hurt. Once I’d done cumming (and it took a while haha) I got up, turned away from him and knelt against the opposite side of the tub, telling him exactly what I wanted. Like the good boy he is, he immediately stood and approached me, his throbbing cock leading the way back to my waiting pussy.

I shivered as he placed one hand on my hip, clearly using the other to guide himself in. I felt the tip of his cock breach my pussy, the first time it had ever happened in this position, and then felt the rest of his cock slip straight inside me as he placed his other hand on my hip and pulled me back. It was fucking glorious!! I’ve wanted to feel that man’s hips smashing against my ass cheeks for longer than I dare say and now he had the cock to do it.

To say he pounded me would be an understatement, he absolutely fucking piledrove me!! I’m getting wet just thinking about it now, how he dug his nails into the meat of my butt, how the sound of our bodies clapping together echoed around the room, how he smacked my ass and made it hurt so good! It was like he had read a list of everything I had ever wanted and was hell bent on doing all of it!

By the time he came I was so out of it I could barely speak! I don’t know if those pills do something to a persons sexual drive as well as making their cock bigger, but holy hell if sex is going to be like that from now on, I can die a happy woman!

So I suppose you’re wondering whether I’m still going to keep giving him his ‘medicine’ after all that? You’re damn fucking right I am! I mean if it was that good with a 6 incher, can you imagine what it would be like with an 8, a 9 or dare I even dream, a 10? You’ll know when I do, trust me on that.

MysTerri22

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Update!! – Oct 25 9:46am

Hey guys!

I Mutlukent Escort wanna start this update by quickly acknowledging a few of you lovely people out there and the comments you’ve been leaving on my last post:

HornE4More, no I won’t be doing a face reveal or posting any pics or videos. It defeats the point of the whole ‘privacy’ thing, yeah?

LuciousLover18, I’ll be posting a link to where I got the pills from after this post goes live, let me know how it goes yeah?

5FingerFriend, thanks for all your comments but you really don’t need to post and tell me every single time you’ve jerked yourself off to my posts, it’s getting a little excessive.

An4lMistress21, no we haven’t tried *that* yet, but it’s on my to do list haha!

So how have things been going since my last post? A-fucking-mazing, that’s how!! The daily doses have kept up and the results are getting better and better (or should I say bigger and bigger?) My boyfriend is now as big soft as he was hard before I started helping him and whilst I’ve not measured, he must be easily 8 inches now!

The only weird thing is, he’s still not mentioned it. It must be so, so obvious to him now that something has changed, but he’s not even brought it up, not once! Maybe he just thinks it’s a natural part of life or something, I don’t know. Anyway, who cares? He’s clearly very happy with the results and so am I!

I also found out that it’s affecting his balls too! The other day I waited patiently until he got home and once he was here, I pulled his trousers down and started to blow him. Now I’ve never had any issues getting all of his cock in my mouth before, but guess what? Once he was hard I couldn’t fit it all in! I guess I’m gonna have to work on my deepthroat game now haha!

Anyway, I know it’s affecting his balls cause when he came all over my face, there was way, way more than before! And it’s thicker too and for some reason tastes so much better! I wiped it all up with my fingers and didn’t let a drop of it go to waste! Next time I blow him, I’m making him cum in my mouth, I’m not wasting a single bit of that stuff! As a side note, if any of you have any tips on ignoring your gag reflex and the best way to suck off a big cock, please let me know.

Coming up soon it’s Halloween and every year we always get dressed up, have a few drinks and then a fun little bit of roleplay. It’s a really fun tradition that I’d recommend anyone do if they get the chance, especially if you’re wanting to spice things up a little. He has this vampire outfit he wears and I have this damsel villager outfit. We’ve had to repair it once or twice because when he gets into character he goes all out! He’s torn it off me before and almost drawn blood as he bites my neck while fucking me. He apologises after of course but fuck me, it’s usually the hottest thing that happens to me all year!

Needless to say I’m really, really looking forward to whatever’s in store this year. I mean it’s just less than a week until Halloween and in just over a week he’s grown like 5-6 inches! He might even be a foot long by then if the pills keep working! Fuck, can you imagine, being rammed from behind with a foot long cock as a mystical creature of the night tears into your throat with his teeth and makes you his?

Full disclosure, I just stopped for a few minutes to rub myself off. I have never felt this horny in my life! It feels like my pussy is wet 24/7 these days, and just as well ’cause I’m starting to really need the lube to fit him inside me.

There’s only one problem though. I tried on my trusty damsel costume this morning and sadly it doesn’t fit anymore. I really struggled to get it past my butt in particular and it was just a little too tight everywhere else too. I guess that’s what not watching what you eat does for you. No matter though, I’ve ordered a new one and it’ll be here well in time for the ‘festivities’.

I’d be really interested to know what kind of roleplay scenarios you guys have done before with your partners, maybe it’ll give me some new ideas to try out. Comment them below and I’ll be sure to mention my favourite in the next update!

See you then!

MysTerri22

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Check Your Sizes – Oct 27 10:32am

Hey guys!

As you can see, I’ve got a weirdly specific title for this post but I’ll tell you all about that shortly. First of all, just like I promised, I’m gonna show you my favourite comment from the last post. Now there were a lot of you who shared their experiences you bunch of horny fuckers you. But this one from HungForDays really caught my eye:

‘My partner and I decided one day that we wanted to try something new. She’s got this friend who’s really into butt stuff and is apparently always bragging about how much she takes in there. I’m a pretty big dude myself, about 10 inches and pretty thick too, so we figured we’d put that to the test. We invited her to join us and she agreed, but we told her to show up as if she was going to some fancy job interview. My wife was going to be the boss and I was going to be her faithful manservant. Her friend would have to take my cock to my wife’s satisfaction if she wanted the job. It was the hottest thing we’ve ever done together and I still remember watching my cock slide in and out of this girl’s ruined asshole as I watched her eat my wife’s pussy.’

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I ran into an old girlfriend, Meg.

As we chatted, she smirked, “Have you found a Mistress?”

I was a bit caught off guard, but this was why we split. I’d told her my of fantasies, and she wasn’t receptive, “I appreciate your honesty, admire your courage, you’re a great guy, but it’s just not my thing.”

And that was it; I didn’t see her for years.

I answered, “Not really; dabbled, but nothing that had long term potential.”

Meg was a beauty. Attracting men wasn’t the issue, but hadn’t found a keeper…

She smiled, “Something we have in common, neither of us will settle for just anyone.”

We began having lunches and dinners. Knowing there’d be no sex/romance, was freeing. We found, besides sex, we had much in common, and became valued friends and confidants. We hung out all the time.

We (mostly me) shared our sexual desires openly.

I told her I sought a Femdom relationship, where Mistress “forced” me into new experiences, especially feminization. Meg revealed she was pretty vanilla, but she appreciated my fantasy wish list. Perhaps not her cup of tea, but she allowed me my sexuality without judgement, which I really appreciated. Just being able to talk with a female about this stuff…it was huge for me.

“When fantasizing,” she asked, “Do you think of submission exclusively?”

I replied, “Yes. I am exclusively bound to my fetishes. I never think of sex in any other context.”

She continued, “You can only exist as a slave?”

I nodded, “I crave to exist as a slave. I’d need to have orgasms, in some manner, or it wouldn’t work for me, but I am a “slave” to my sexuality. I cannot enjoy sex unless I am in “slave-mode,” especially “sissy-slave-mode.”

She smiled, “Boys certainly do need to cum….even a sissy boy.”

She said, “I’ve been thinking about our relationship. You’re already submissive with me; and I’ve realized I like it. I’ve come to like being Dominant….at least with you.”

She continued, “When we’re at home, watching TV, and you massage my feet…I can tell you want to kiss them. Sometimes I feel you getting hard.”

Just hearing that got me hard! I asked, “How about you get your apartment cleaned by a “sissy-slave”. I’ll do it in femmy garb. I’ll “relieve” myself prior, so I can “serve” you, and not be hard the whole time.”

She smiled, “You’ll clean while in drag?”

I nodded, salivating. I’d be femmy in front of Meg!

She added, “I want to take photos.”

Surprised, I asked why?

She replied. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I like everything about you as my slave, except sex. I’m just not turned on by a feminized man…..but I think I’m ready to let you be my slave. If it doesn’t work for me, we’ll just go back to how it is now. In any event, photos give me additional power….of blackmail….”

I would gladly surrender to blackmail, or whatever else she wanted; I was thrilled!

“So you are taking me as your slave?”

She nodded, “Here’s a key. You start tomorrow, Saturday. 8:00am, let yourself in and start cleaning. Bring me coffee when I text you.”

I smiled, “Yes Mistress!”

As she walked away, she smiled back, “Be dressed…in your best!”

I was so excited! I washed my “intimates” that night.

Saturday morning, I showered and femmy-styled my (long-ish) hair, which I’d done in private many times. It was the only reason I had long hair; to be more Tuzla Escort femmy when I was cross-dressed.

I dressed at home. All black, my fav panties, a sheer bra with balloon boobies, camisole, and high heels. I kneeled in front of a full-length mirror, and jacked off, saying, “Yes, Mistress Meg,” over and over. I came in seconds.

I wore a raincoat to walk thru her parking lot, and let myself in Megs apartment…a self-tease, in that I was wearing heels. (From a distance, I could easily pass as a woman).

I put on coffee and started cleaning in the kitchen. Because Meg was sleeping, I had to be quiet. I minced around slowly, so my heels wouldn’t click. I wiped and dried her countertops, her range, and her cabinets. I found myself kneeling on her kitchen floor, a wet rag, and a dry towel, making it shine, saying to myself, “I can’t believe this is happening! Cleaning Meg’s floor…on my knees!”

My phone dinged, “I’ll have my coffee, light cream and sugar…NOW!”

Seconds later I tapped on her door, and entered, and dropped to my knees, and crawled, placing her coffee on her nightstand, I sat back on my haunches, “Your coffee, Mistress.”

She sat up, against the headboard, her thin sheets covering her breasts, she sipped her coffee, “Good morning slave. Stand up. Let’s see your outfit.”

I stood and she assessed me, “Are those water-balloons?”

I nodded.

“So, the knots look like nipples. Very creative.”

She continued, “No stockings? And hair on your legs? No make-up? We need to improve your presentation. This is an ok start, but you can, (and WILL), be so much prettier. Do you want to be prettier?”

I nodded, “Yes Mistress,” as she sipped her coffee.

She slipped a foot out from under the covers, and merely nodded at it.

My mouth went dry!

I dropped to my knees, and began kissing the foot, “Oh, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress! Thank you for taking me as your slave!” As I worshipped her foot.

She watched my devotion for a moment, and said “Refill,” holding her empty cup.

I returned with her coffee, and resumed my worship. I’d cum a short time ago, so my cock remained soft, but I was the most excited I’d ever been!

She finished her second cup, and hopped up to pee, wearing only panties.

I’d never seen her bare breasts! I swooned! She smiled, looking down upon her new slave. (We both knew I’d be her slave for life).

I remained in place, on my knees, hands upturned on my thighs, while she peed. She walked back into her bedroom, wearing only panties, and walked right up to me, her pussy inches from my face, “This is what you want, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Kiss,” she said, “Kiss my pussy.”

As I kissed her panties, she said, “Look up at me.”

Our eyes locked, as I worshipped her panty-covered pussy, “I’m enjoying this more that I’d thought,” a thin smile, as she relished her devoted slave kissing her panties, “Let’s go over your duties.”

She headed out of the bedroom, still wearing panties and pulling on a thin camisole…she was SOOO sexy!

I followed on my knees…she took note…looking down at her slave, willingly kneeling, she smiled, “Nice.”

I could read her mind, she was realizing, “This is new to me, but he’s been imagining slave-mode for years…this could be fun.”

She was regal, dictating my chores: wipe with wet cloth and dry…every surface, especially Gebze Escort her vanity top, (which held countless bottles of fem-products beyond my scope of knowledge), floors, carpets, laundry, it went on and on; and as she dictated, I replied, “Yes Mistress,” to every dictate.

It would take hours…maybe days.

A couple times, she commented on my feminization, “This is so lame! You could be such a pretty girl”…and she’d trail off in thought.

I cleaned while she spent a while in her bathroom.

She came out, “Strip off all your clothes”…muttering to herself, “they look ridiculous.”

I stripped on the spot, and dropped back to my knees.

She seemed to not notice my penis, or my naked body, for that matter, “Follow me.”

We entered her bathroom and her tub was full of water, “Get in and start shaving. Everything from the neck down.”

I was in shock! People would see my shaved legs! I hesitated, “NOW!”

I jumped. She’d never raised her voice to me.

My life flashed before my eyes, and I crawled in, and started on my legs, while she walked out.

“I’m done, Mistress,” and she returned,

“Stand up. Let’s see. Hand me the razor,” as she started on my ass cheeks, “You missed a few spots,” and soon I was totally hairless.

My cock hung softly, not even stirring. She was Authoritative, while I felt so small, like a little boy.

“Ok,” she said, “Shower off.”

I emerged from the shower, and she was in her bedroom, sorting thru piles of lingerie, “Let’s see what works for you.”

I tried on panty after panty, cami after cami, nighties, petticoats, skirts, tops…it went on and on. I started getting hard and she paid no attention, and I went soft again. She was playing dress-up, playing “dolls”, so to speak. I was actually becoming bored with it all, wishing I could just get on with my cleaning.

She seemed unhappy with my feminization, muttering as we progressed, to herself, as if I was a (living) mannequin. Finally she handed me a black thong panty, “Put this on, and your heels.”

She sat on the couch, her nipples protruding thru her cami…I sensed she was a bit excited as she surveyed me…”I prefer you standing. Unless I tell you to kneel, I want you standing. You look more like a girl.”

For the first time, she acknowledged my penis, “Can you do something with that? Make it smaller?”

I pulled it between my legs, as I’d done a thousand times before, dreaming of such a scenario, “Like this?”

She exclaimed, “YES! Keep it like that!”

She stood, “Get back to work; I’m going out.”

It was hours before she returned, with shopping bags in hand, “You’re filthy. Go take another shower.”

When I emerged, all her shopping bags were on the bed…women’s clothing.

“Try this on,” she ordered, and I submitted.

These items fit perfectly; the (thong) panties, camisoles, skirts, tops…like they were made for me. I thought, “How did she know? How could she select women’s clothing to fit me so perfectly?”

And last, a black bodice; spaghetti shoulder straps, breast forms…it hooked up in the back, and compressed my tummy, and stopped just above my penis, with garter straps dangling. Next came thigh-high hose, Meg attached them, my penis just inches from her face, and she ignored it completely. Next was my black thong panties, then my heels, and she sat on the couch, assessing her Aydınlı Escort “project”, “Turn around. Nice!”

“Follow me,” as she headed to the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet, and she began my make-up.

I should have been rock hard, but she had a way of making me feel like a non-human, a toy doll.

She plucked my eyebrows, and spent a half hour applying makeup, and then a bit of styling my hair, and finally she smiled, “Done! Follow me.”

I glanced at myself in the mirror and was SHOCKED!

I was no longer a man…I should have felt excited, but I felt emasculated. My cock was tiny in my panties. I was WAY more a woman than man.

Out came her phone, and she started taking photos, and giving instructions, “Hide your thingy,” referring to my penis, I pulled it between my legs. It was so soft, It barely made a sissy-bump.

She instructed, “Bend your knee…push out your butt…head back…on and on, at least fifty photos. Then she sat on a chair with her feet on a footstool, and said, “Worship.”

I wanted to rebel…this thing had gone way off the tracks!

…………I submitted; I did not hesitate. I knew, if she had to raise her voice a second time, it’d have serious consequences.

I kissed the feet of my Mistress, looking her in the eyes, speaking in my best female voice, “Oh, Mistress! Thank you for taking me as your slave! Thank you for feminizing me! She videoed it all, muttering, “…..something….see her dance…”

I shuttered at the thought, being made to dance!

Then she raised her ass up from the chair, “Remove my skirt.” Then, “Now my panties. Go get the razor.”

I returned with the razor, “Get to work.”

I’d never seen her pussy!

Now, instead of a movie script beautiful, orgasmic ending, I was shaving her.

I was seeing her folds, up close and personal, but there was nothing sexual about it! Somehow, I was even further emasculated! I carefully shaved, careful not to nick, careful to get every hair; it took my utmost attention and concentration.

I finished with a wet washcloth and then dried her, “Finished Mistress.”

She smiled, “Nice. Now Kiss! Kiss my pussy!”

After a moment of kissing, she said, “Go get my Avea lotion.”

I liberally applied the lotion. She stood, and we went to her bed, and she laid back, massaging her breasts thru her top, instructed me on how to massage her pussy, “Up and down. More pressure…more on my clit….up and down my slit….now fingers….inside me….easy….kiss….kiss my clit!” And she came! She grabbed my head and forced it hard on her clit, grinding my lips…hard, as she growled in orgasm.

I was hard! I wanted to cum!

Instead, she had me lay next to her, and we surveyed the photos and videos.

She posted them on a popular site…as I watched.

No one could tell it was me, but we’d crossed a line I’d have never imagined, and it’d only been one day of slave-mode. I lightly stroked my cock the entire time, “Mistress, can I cum?”

“I don’t want to see that now. You can once you get home. I want you to drive home like this, feminized. I never dreamed I would so enjoy feminizing a man. And you make such a cute woman. I want us to go out like this.”

She stood up and got me a top and a skirt, “Let’s fix your makeup, then I’ll walk you to the car.”

In broad daylight, we walked toward my car, and I had no fear, I looked 100% female. She’d thrown on a sheer, loose top and short skirt, sans panties.

At my car, I sat in my drivers seat, and Meg leaned in, and kissed me full on the lips…our first kiss!

As I pulled away, I saw her in my mirror; she wore a pleasant smile…as did I.

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So here’s a first world problem for you: my wife and I both hate shopping. I think that’s why her alter ego for our most intense role-play sessions, Cat The Brat, is obsessed with buying heels. It’s a great way to separate fantasy from reality.

Unlike Cat, I can do the majority of my work from home. I don’t have lectures, office hours, or quite so many regularly-scheduled meetings. It’s pretty crazy that the English professor has more administrative responsibilities than the lawyer. Entire weeks go by where I don’t have to don the full suit-and-tie getup and spend a day at the branch office.

That means I take one for the team and do the grocery shopping most weeks. The trip usually includes swinging by the dry cleaners, too, and sometimes the pharmacy.

I know it’s not the end of the world. It’s just a little boring and a little aggravating. College towns suck for driving and parking, but it’s not like I’m going to walk to two different strips and then cart a bunch of groceries and clothes home in a little red wagon.

As much as I hate venturing out, though, I love coming back.

I walk in from the garage, bags in tow, and I’m immediately greeted by the sight of my naked wife. She’s lying on the living room couch, casually masturbating, while our sex pet, Shayleigh, attends her. Her left hand is teasing her pussy and clit, with no real rhythm or agenda. Her other hand is playing with one of her erect, eraser-tip nipples, and occasionally massaging the smallish, perky breast it’s attached to.

On her right wrist is the end of Shayleigh’s black leather leash. It hangs slack for now, but it’s a kinky visual reminder of the dynamic at play. Cat’s eyes are closed and her lips are slightly parted. The expression on her face is serene. The entire view is incredibly sexy; it sends the message that Cat’s ownership of Shayleigh, and Shayleigh’s sensual service to her, are both just normal, accepted parts of our lives. I love that. It strikes a perfect balance between titillation and tranquility.

The service du moment is an intense foot rub. Shayleigh has my wife’s feet in her lap, and, judging by the rest of the scene, she’s doing a great job on them. I’m not surprised; she’s had a lot of practice over the past few months. Our beautiful pet is wearing a pair of low-cut, satin-blue bikinis, her thick, black, Italian-leather collar, and nothing else. The collar boasts a new ownership tag as of last week: a large, flat, shiny, chrome cat’s paw, with plenty of room on it for engraved text.

On one side, it reads “Property of Professor Catherine Adams, PhD.”

On the other, it reads “Property of Jack Taylor, Esq.”

I’m almost certain that Shayleigh’s wearing an anal plug underneath those panties. At a guess, it’s a smaller metal one with a heart-shaped base — faceted faux-gemstone, sapphire. Cat likes a bit of color coordination. Cat’s probably wearing a similar one, though I can’t tell for sure from this angle. Do anal plugs count as clothing? Does Shayleigh’s collar? These are the questions that keep me up at night — or would, if my beautiful wife and pet weren’t so good about giving me the world’s best sleep aid on a regular basis.

Cat groans in pleasure when Shayleigh hits a good spot in the center of her arch. I can see the hint of a smile on her face. She heard me come in, and decided to turn up the volume. She likes to tease me in any way she can, and she knows exactly what gets me hot. It’s no accident this scene was waiting for me as soon as I walked in the door.

Our pet turns her head and looks at me expectantly. She’s still getting used to having two official owners. For many months, I was technically just her owner’s husband.

“You just keep doing what you’re doing, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll be over to say hi in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies happily. She refocuses on my wife’s pleasure.

Meanwhile, I remember that, due to my incurable male mental illness, I’m carrying way too many grocery bags at once. I hurry to the kitchen and drop them off.

It takes me two trips to get everything inside the house, which includes some of Cat’s work clothes from the dry cleaners; that’s not bad, right? That means I don’t have to turn in my man card. I hang up the clothes, put the food away, and get my pocket holy trinity sorted — keys, wallet, phone. Then I make the executive decision to head back to the bedroom and strip off all my clothes. I also grab a can of lube and some towels. I don’t know exactly how this afternoon rub session is going to progress, but I can be prepared.

I come back to the living room and drop my accessories off on the TV stand. The TV’s actually up on the wall, but it’s good to have a few empty surfaces around.

“Oh, okay,” Cat Ataşehir Escort says. She sees the lube, clearly. Her response to it is coy and playful, with a hint of feigned surprise.

Shayleigh, obedient pup that she is, doesn’t turn to look. She takes even the friendliest directives seriously. I told her to stay focused on Cat, so that’s what she’s doing.

I walk over to where my wife’s head is resting. I kneel down and place a hand on her soft, flat tummy. She keeps playing with herself. Our forearms rub together while we chat.

“Hey, babe,” I say softly.

“Hey, babe,” she replies. “How’s my big, strong man? Did he show those groceries who’s boss?”

I smile. She’s such a sassy bitch sometimes. I love it.

“It was a close call at the door,” I confess, “but I emerged triumphant.”

One of these days I’m going to drop a bag, or cut off the circulation to my wrist. I mean, what else am I going to do? Not be a big, dumb idiot?

Thankfully, today was not that day.

I lean in for a kiss. Cat lifts her hand off her breast to caress my face, and I mirror the action. I try to be subtle about maneuvering my wandering hand from her stomach to her suddenly-neglected tits, but, well, we get a little tangled up with each other. I make it there eventually, though. The attraction is magnetic.

We smile and laugh into each other while we gently tongue-fence. I rub her nipple, which makes her coo into my mouth. When the kiss melts away, I dedicate both hands to caressing her body. Her breasts and nipples get lots of attention, but I make sure her tummy, neck, and shoulders get some too. I love all of my wife, even if maybe I do have some favorite bits.

“Is our pet doing a good job serving you?” I ask.

“Mmmm, she is,” Cat moans. “I only wish she had more hands.”

I raise my eyebrows and tickle her. She jerks a bit and giggles, but then she gets the hint. Her twin emeralds flash eagerly.

“Oh, that would be amazing, Jack!” she says. “I’ll suck your cock so well afterwards, I promise.”

“You’ve never done it poorly,” I reply.

That gets another smile, and a sexy lip-bite to boot.

“Just let me say hi to Shayleigh, then we’ll retire to the bedroom,” I tell her.

“Of course, baby,” she says.

I give her one more quick peck on the cheek, and a farewell tickle on each breast. Then I get up and take a few steps over to our pet. I run my fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, then rub her back. I lean down and give her cheek a kiss too.

“I love that you take such good care of my wife,” I tell her. “You’re such a good girl.”

Shayleigh beams.

“Thank you, Master,” she replies.

I pet her head for a few moments, then give it two friendly pats.

“Okay, pup,” I say, “we’re going to move this show to the bedroom, and then each of us will take a foot. Why don’t you go on ahead?”

Cat groans her agreement and her anticipation. She slips the leash end off her wrist. Shayleigh understands. She gently raises Cat’s legs up and gets off the couch. Then she goes down on all fours and crawls to the bedroom. I watch her panty-covered ass wiggle as she goes.

Cat moves to get up too, but I stop her with an authoritative “Nope!” She quickly figures out what’s coming.

“Wow, you’re acting like I haven’t sucked your cock in a month!” she says playfully.

I scoop her up in my arms and flash her a hungry look. It’s moments like these when I remind myself that the weightlifting and running are both worthwhile. Cat’s trim and fit, but she’s also on the tall side. It’s not nothing to lift her off the couch and into my arms, or to carry her to the bedroom down the hall. Thanks to my workout regimen, though, it’s pretty easy. I get to look good doing it.

“I’m acting like I just can’t get enough of my beautiful wife,” I rumble.

She sighs happily, and gently drapes her arms around my neck and shoulders. It’s a quick trip to the bedroom, but she thoroughly enjoys the free ride.

I take my time lowering Cat onto our bed. I love tossing her on it, but that’s not the mood today. I shower her lips, cheeks, breasts and tummy with soft kisses, then lean back up to check on Shayleigh.

Before I can, though, Cat moves herself to the middle of the bed and splays out. I can’t resist pausing for one more moment to take in the sight of her. Every single part and every single feature is sexy to me. Her own exercise regimen — running and yoga, mostly — lends each one of those parts its own perfect balance of firmness and softness. Her wavy hair is still a fiery red for now, and I love the striking contrast between it and her pale skin. I particularly enjoy seeing her smooth, bare pussy when her limbs are all spread out like this. In a word, it’s inviting. Even though I already have other plans, it’s the thought that counts. My cock is already half hard, and I haven’t even touched it.

Finally, I’m able to pull my eyes away and get the afternoon moving again.

Our pet is kneeling Anadolu Yakası Escort obediently by the bed, and she’s gathered up Cat’s favorite lotion, plus some more hand towels. I have no doubt she did it all while never getting back on her feet. I pet her again, which elicits a dreamy smile. I unhook her leash, but keep the collar on.

“Good girl, Shayleigh,” I say. “Smart girl. Go ahead and get up on the bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies, and she moves herself into position near Cat’s left foot.

I join her, and take the right. We pour lotion into our hands, and begin giving my wife a four-handed, simultaneous foot rub. Feet rub? No, that doesn’t sound right.

For a few minutes, Cat just groans, moans, and lets us do our thing. We tug and spread her toes, work her joints and tendons, and even slide our lotioned hands up to her toned calves. As far as I can tell from my wife’s noises, Shayleigh and I can do no wrong. Cat’s not pretending, though; she’s not putting on a show. She’ll amp up the volume for me, but she won’t fake her way through a mediocre foot rub. She’ll take control of the action, and make sure it gets better. If she’s not giving orders, then we’re doing good work.

I don’t think any of us have a foot fetish per se, but I wasn’t lying: I love every part of my wife. I love giving her pleasure. I love watching her react positively to my touch. Getting her off makes me feel like a sex champion, and I feel much the same right now. Every one of Cat’s moans and groans is an exquisite stroke to my swelling ego.

Shayleigh, meanwhile, loves serving us, pleasing us, and obeying us. She’s also a deeply sensual and sexual person in her own right. I can practically feel the love and affection radiating from her, towards Cat, as she continues with her expert foot massage. She truly is a treasure. She’s worked so hard over the past few months to learn what makes us happy. She deserves every safe-word-Sunday treat we give her, and more.

Eventually, Cat’s hands get involved again. They go back to where they were when I walked in from the garage: breasts, nipples, pussy, clit. She may not care about putting on a show, but she’s giving us a good one regardless.

I try to stay focused on her — well, on pleasuring her — but the sight of her masturbating is hypnotic. I’m in a great position to watch, too. Usually, I’m fucking her — which is amazing, of course, but it makes it harder to see this much of her incredible body at once, and especially the front of it. Doggy-style sex comes with a great visual, but never like this one. This one’s a special treat.

I love watching Cat’s fingers on her pussy and clit. She’s the top expert in her field, after all. Even after seven years together, I’m tempted to grab a pen and paper and take notes, just in case she shows me something new that I can try on her later.

Once the lotion’s been worked into Cat’s feet and calves, I start adding kisses and licks to my massage. I taste hints of lavender and aloe. I cast a glance over to Shayleigh; I see her doing the same. Our eyes meet and we share a look; we both like eliciting these reactions from Cat. I wonder if it makes Shayleigh feel powerful. I wonder if Cat would be willing to stop her own fun to reassert dominance over our pet.

I get my answer pretty quickly. My wife’s moans and groans intensify, and become decidedly sexual. Her breathing gets ragged.

“Jack, baby,” she pants, “you know what to do. Show her.”

That would be a big ‘no’ on reasserting dominance — at least for now.

I nod my understanding. I know Shayleigh’s eyes will be on me. I know she’ll mirror my movements.

I grip Cat’s ankle with my left hand. I use it to lift her leg off the bed. Then I push it up while letting the knee bend. I also push it gently to the side, spreading it more. I can sense Shayleigh doing the same with her right leg — more tentatively, and on a bit of a delay, but she’s a quick study.

Cat lifts her head up from the pillow and locks eyes with me. I’m pushing her into an incredibly vulnerable position. It’s a form of doggy-style, except that she’s on her back instead of on her knees. That shared intimate knowledge makes sparks fly between us. I glance down and catch sight of the base of her anal plug — round, with ruby-red facets. Her pussy is even more exposed than it was before. I feel myself getting hotter. My cock twitches.

Once Cat’s completely under my power — well, ours, I suppose — I slide my free hand towards her quad and begin massaging it. I reach down lower and get her ass muscles involved too. Then I slide up and inwards, teasing my fingers towards her pussy, where her own hand is starting to put in serious work. I never quite get there; she is the expert, after all, and three would be a crowd on such a pretty little thing. Still, it emphasizes the control we have over her lower body. That’s why it’s hot. She knows I could have my way. She knows I could penetrate her. Every feint gives her Kadıköy Escort a thrill. Shayleigh might not fully understand that part. Her quad and ass massages are top quality, though. I can tell Cat’s enjoying them right now, and I can also speak from past personal experience.

“Now lick the sole, Shayleigh,” I direct her. “Quick, little licks. More pressure as she gets closer.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies.

That one brief pause is almost enough to elicit a death stare from Cat, but my wife quickly succumbs to the pleasure of six simultaneous hands on her body, plus two tongues. Her feet twitch at first from the ticklish sensations, but the extra stimulation quickly pushes her over the edge, at which point she simply submits to it. Her head falls back onto the pillow. Her eyes close, and her mouth opens.

The three of us together make her cum, and it’s an achingly beautiful sight. Her breasts and tummy roll like the tide. Her breath catches, and then her powerful exhalations come out as a whispered shudder through her mouth and nose. Shayleigh and I lock her legs into position, giving the experience a hint of bondage flavor. When I give the word, we stop tickle-torturing Cat’s feet with our tongues, but switch to feather touches all up and down her legs — more terrible teasing to heighten the end of her orgasm, just a little less intense.

When Cat comes down from the peak, I kiss her feet with just my lips. I keep my hands on her leg, but let her stretch it back out and down to the bed. I get myself on the outside of it, then crawl up to join her, on my side. Shayleigh eagerly copies everything I do. We form a loose and easy Cat sandwich. I gently rub my wife’s tummy and kiss her shoulder.

“Did our pet do a good job, baby?” I ask.

Cat’s a bit giddy, and still lightly panting. Post-orgasm relaxation is written all over her face. She smiles lazily, and finds each of our bodies with a hand. I can tell her limbs are heavy and thick. She’s a little cum-drunk. I move in closer and snuggle her. My pulsing cock rubs against her smooth thigh.

“You both did,” she sighs. “Oh, that was lovely. Good job, Shayleigh. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Professor Catherine,” our pet replies. “I loved watching you cum. It was so beautiful.”

“It really was,” I agree. “You know, I was thinking that I don’t usually get to see so much of your body while we’re having sex. It was nice.”

“Huh,” Cat says. I can see the rest on her face, even though she’s still too lazy to actually say it.

“Good point, Jack. I never thought of it like that.”

Listen, that’s what she meant to say, okay? Just let me have this.

I move up on the bed to give Cat forehead kisses. She accepts them happily; her lazy smile widens into a goofy grin. Shayleigh takes over rubbing her tummy.

“I love you, baby,” I whisper.

“I love you, too, Professor Catherine,” Shayleigh adds.

Cat finally finds the energy to give us some sass. She opens her eyes and rolls them.

“Okay you two; Jesus,” she says, “you’re going to make me tear up.”

She pats both of us, then squirms and stretches. She scooches up to a sitting position. I’m ready with the water bottle. She accepts it gratefully, and takes a long swig. She offers it to Shayleigh, who takes a smaller drink. I do the same, then replace it on the nightstand.

“Okay, baby,” Cat says, “you earned that blowjob.”

“You sure?” I ask. “I mean, I definitely did, but you can take a moment – enjoy the afterglow.”

She smiles and shrugs. “What I want to enjoy is some fresh cum,” she declares. She reaches over and tickles my balls. “You’ve been teasing me with the sight of your cock this whole time, naughty boy.”

“Guilty as charged,” I confess. I flash her a smile, and give Shayleigh one too.

“Okay, Shay-shay,” Cat says. “Help me get some cum from my naughty husband.”

“Yes, Professor Catherine,” she happily replies.

“Any preferences, baby?” Cat asks me.

I mull it over. Options abound. “Too soon to face-sit Shayleigh while you suck and finger me?” I ask.

Cat gives me a sympathetic look, and traces a fingertip up the length of my twitching shaft.

“A little too soon, baby,” she says. “Why don’t we have Shayleigh help for real? I think you’d like that.”

I give her a kiss, letting her know all is well. “Back and front standing?” I offer.

“Mmmm, I was just thinking that,” she replies. “Should we let Shayleigh practice massaging your prostate?”

I quickly nod. “We should, indeed,” I say, “after some licking, of course.”

“Of course,” my wife echoes — though with extra sass. She’s back with us completely now.

“Shayleigh,” she says, “stay up and fetch the lube and towels Jack left in the living room, then back here, quick quick. Keep them with you when you take your new position.”

“Yes, Professor Catherine,” Shayleigh replies, and then she’s off.

Cat and I get up off the bed. We toss two pillows to the ground, putting one roughly where Shayleigh will end up.

Cat sinks slowly to her knees, tracing her fingertips down the front of my body and legs. I sigh with pleasure. She keeps up those light, teasing touches as she moves in close and begins giving my ball sack little licks.

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